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Missy sat in her car her fingers still sticky with her juices, cheeks still burning with embarrassment, over what had happened. It all started out so simple, she lost a bet with her friend Savannah and had to wear a plaid skirt pantiless for one day, out shopping, I mean how hard was that??

Missy began walking around the mall in nothing but a short plaid skirt and shoes just after 10am. Missy had never done anything like that and although she would not admit it to her friend she was finding it was pretty exciting and a little arousing after getting lots of looks with her red and shite plaid skirt and long red hair. Coming up to her favourite shoe store, Missy saw a sign saying one day only, half price sale. Missy rushed up to shoe shop window, spying her all time favourite shoes are on sale for half price!

Missy could hardly believe her great fortune and quickly entered the shop only to realise that she had a problem with her plaid skirt. The skirt was pretty short, in-fact it ended just below her ass and if she bent down a little it would for sure, reveal her bare backside and if she is really not careful and bent down to her shoes the dress could expose a heck of lot more than her backside.

Missy thinking about this came up with a plan to just buy the shoes thus avoiding try them on. Smiling at the idea, Missy started to look around the shop to find the shop assistant so she could buy the shoes and continue her walk around the Mall in her pretty skirt.

“Can I help you miss?” asked Jessica, the shop assistant

“Ah sure, I would like to buy those shoes (pointing to the shoe) ah a size 5?” replied Jane

“Sure I just get them”, replied Jessica walking out back.

Missy walked around the shop waiting for the shoes to arrive. A few moments later, Jessica came back out, “ah we have only got a 4 1/2 or a 5 1/2 do you want to try them on??”

Missy thought damn, I will have to try them on as they are not the right size. Missy stood, thinking some more, before deciding, Ok, I can do this, but I just have to be very careful when I put them on. Missy looked up at the shop assistant, hoping that she would move on and serve the other customers in the shop, but seeing she was going stay, sighed silently and very carefully lowered herself down to untie her shoes.

Jessica watched Missy trying to untie her shoes, admiring her long pale freckled legs and liking the way her skirt was riding up. She could see other customers in the store but they are not as cute as her so as far as she was concerned that they could just wait!!

When Missy leant forward to remove her shoes fat old Jessica was rewarded with a great view down the open neckline of her blouse. With each time Missy would lean forward to do something with her shoes Jessica could see a large amount of her breast. Then if she leant a little more, Jessica could swear she could see what looked like a hint of nipple coming into view. With all her bending forward suddenly fat Jessica pussy felt a little wet and the other customers in the store giving her the stare, well going to wait until hell freezes over before they would elazığ escort be served.

Missy continued to bend down, unaware of the view she was giving as she slid on the second shoe over her left foot, the shoe was tighter than the other one so she was having problems adjusting the strap. Missy looked up and motioned for help, Fat nasty old Jessica blushed thinking she was busted for a second realised that she needed help much to her relief.

So nervously Jessica bent down and as she did a nasty odor came from her nasty pussy to offer her assistance. Seeing the strap was somehow stuck, Jessica reached down and pulled hard on the strap the extra effort overbalancing Missy, knocking flat on her backside. The sudden movement caused the skirt to ride up, Fat old Jessica reached out to help Missy, her eyes rooted between her legs as the skirt had ridden up enough to expose her white pale freckled thighs and a sudden flash of her bare pubic mound underneath.

Missy seeing the direction of the old ladies eyes turned beetroot red, scrambling to get up. “Are you ok, miss” asked Jessica?

“Ah yes, ah, thanks for your help” stammered Missy getting up in a hurry, hoping the shoes are ok so she can leave just leave the shop, fast.

Walking around the shop, Missy sadly realised that the shoes are much too tight and knew that although she wanted to leave, she would have to remove them before she could leave the shop. The shop assistant hovered besides her seemly sensing her thoughts. Missy turned to the shop assistant saying they are too tight then looking at her hoped that she would get the hint and go away which she seemed to ignore.

Missy, still blushing red bent very carefully down, feeling the shop assistant eyes on her every move. The shoes reluctantly came off, leaving Missy wiggling her toes in relief.

Missy then looked up at the shop assistant and released that although she was embarrassed at almost showing her everything, the looks she was giving her, well it been a while since a lady had given her those kinds of looks and it felt kind of erotic to be stared at like this while just wearing the skirt and nothing else.

Missy felt a sexual rush when she noticed the shop assistant was staring again as she tried on the shoes. All the gazes, well they started to make Missy really squirm, and she started to actually enjoying the attention of the shop assistant more and more.

Missy slowed down, taking her time to try on the other, larger pair of shoes, feeling more and more daring under her gazes even at the end she showed the shop assistant a little more leg, thinking this is really fun to be looked at like this.

By now, Jessica had a wet spot on her dress as missy showed an increasing amount of leg. Jessica was pretty sure that this pretty lady was wearing no underwear and desperately wanted to find out. Missy by now was getting turned on and managed to blush a little as she felt herself getting damp over this attention.

Missy stood parading around the room trying on the shoes to see if they would fit. Walking past a mirror, Missy checked out her erzincan escort shoes and the short skirt, noticing that her nipples, now hard were showing through. Missy wondered if the shop assistant had noticed that, guessing with a giggle that she most likely she had. Sadly the shoes were a little too big and missy walked back to her chair to remove them.

The other customers in disgust over the poor service had already walked away. missy seeing no one was in the shop, bent down until she could feel the top of her skirt riding right up her legs. Bending over as far as she dared, Missy remained bent down taking her time to remove the shoes then looking up at the shop assistant, asked if she would mind if she could have another look at back for the shoes in the correct size for her again. Fat 300ibs. Jessica by this time would have agreed to move the moon, agreed and went out back to check again.

Missy stood feeling very naughty in the empty shop. Then spying a mirror, Missy had a wicked thought to tease the shop assistant even more when she returned. With that though in mind missy walked over and next to the mirror, bent down, watching the skirt move up and up until it exposed her backside. Oops too far missy thought with a little grin should not go that far or she will see too much.

Between the show in the mirror and the gazes, Missy was feeling very turned on, looking around the empty shop, Missy wanted very much to touch her self and seeing she was still alone quickly slid a finger up her skirt and lightly caressed herself. Missy almost let out a moan as she touched herself, quickly pulling her fingers away from under her skirt. I cannot touch, thought missy, at this rate, I will end up doing something I will regret later.

The shop assistant returned, with a pair of shoes in a slightly different style. Saying she found these and would sell them for the same price if missy liked them.

Missy was not sure if she liked the new pair of shoes but decided to try them on anyway. Once again missy bent over to put them on wearing a wicked grin as she bent right over until she was sure the shop assistant could almost see her bare bum.

Fat Jessica stood staring, wishing, and hoping she would bend over just a little more, staring at her pale freckled legs and oh so wicked skirt. While she was out back, Jessica the fat old lady could not help but touch herself wishing she were on her break so he could go into the bathroom and relieve herself.

Missy did like the other shoes but she really wanted the original pair more. Missy pleaded to get a raincheck to bring in the pair of size 5 shoes at this price, Jessica said she wished she could but really was not allowed. Missy still pleading bent down, letting her skirt pull all the way up, until she heard her gasp. Looking around missy asked if she was ok. Adding was she sure that she could not get the shoes in at this price.

Jessica could now see just a hint of her bare pussy, just the lower curves of her lips. Jamming her hands into her pockets to restrain herself from reaching down and pulling the skirt right up. erzurum escort Then she remembered the reserved area and wondered if a pair was in there. Jessica shouted “I’d be back in a second as she raced out back, going to check.

Missy stood up bemused wondering if she made the poor assistant go out back to relieve herself, that idea of her doing that making missy feel very hot, making her again want to touch herself as soon as she got out of this shop.

The next second, the shop assistant returned from out back, smiling, saying she found a pair but sorry they are on hold for another customer. Missy pleaded saying please is there any chance she could return later and get the pair?

The shop assistant hummed and har’d, Missy felt with a sinking feeling that she was not going to give her the shoes. She kept on saying she could get into real trouble if the owner found out that she gave her another customer’s shoes while all the time staring at her skirt. Then finally she said she could not do it, right now it was not worth the risk.

Missy really wanted those shoes, even more so now after all of this. Nervously looking around and throwing caution to the wind, the way she kept on looking at her skirt, well it gave her an idea so looking at the shop assistant, Missy reached down and raised her skirt a little. While suggesting that that she could swap the shoes with the other size claiming it was a mistake. Jessica felt her eyes go wide at the suggestion watching nervously as missy raised the hem of skirt.

Missy feeling incredibly aroused slowly raised the skirt, not sure how far she would have to go to get the shoes. Inch by inch the skirt hem moved higher, still the shop assistant shook her head.

Higher the skirt went, exposing missy lower thighs. Still is slowly moved upwards now missy pale freckled inner thighs coming into view. Missy nervously squirmed, unconsciously opening her legs, a tear of moisture leaked out running down the side of her left leg. Missy was now in a nervous panic as the skirt was now just an inch short of revealing her pubic mound and still the shop assistant would not give her the shoes.

Fat old Jessica held out the shoes as bait, while motioning for the dress to go up. Missy defeated by her own actions, too far gone now to back out, agreed to the demand and lifted her skirt up until she exposed her bare mound.

Fat old 300ilb Jessica stared in delight, her eyes slowly looking upwards feasting on Missy and her bare pussy, her vulva lips and clit jutting out in view, signs of her arousal and wetness in plain sight as well as a odor of excitement.

Missy stood humiliated, taking the shoes from the very amused shop assistant, her body arousal dripping down her leg. Then quickly paying for the shoes in cash, Missy fled the shop, her face burning red. Missy sped through the shopping centre until she finally climbed into the safety of her car, then not caring who was around, Missy pulled up her skirt and plunging two fingers in between her legs moving them in and out until she had orgasmed hard.

Missy still aroused beyond belief, one orgasm later, plunged a third finger inside of her self while rubbing her clit with the other hand. Another orgasm came, followed by a series more, then eventually minutes later; weak and finally sedated Missy removed her fingers and started her car ready for the drive home.

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The author invites you to first read the four earlier chapters of this story, “Phone Call from the Nude Beach” and “Phone Call from the Nude Beach Ch. 02, 03, and 04”. If you don’t read the earlier installments, a brief synopsis follows to catch you up.

*****

Our naked beachgoer is in Miami, enjoying the weekend between the two weeks of her training class. Her husband is flying from Up North, wanting desperately to join her for the weekend. For two days he’s been fighting airline delays in a desperate effort to get to Miami to see his wife displaying herself naked in public, something he’s been pestering her about for years. She’s been teasing him on the phone, describing the joys of her new-found exhibitionism.

…All he can think about is her descriptions of how she went clubbing naked the previous night, how she rode the bus nearly naked from her hotel to the beach, and then once she got there the dozens of people enjoying her nakedness and publicly fondling her to an orgasm, but he’s bothered mostly by the fact that he’s not there to see this. Not yet.

…His flight Saturday got stuck overnight in Atlanta, so now he’s waiting to board a Sunday flight to Miami to join her at the clothing-optional beach where she’s been reveling in her nakedness all weekend. And telling him of her adventures.)

…The plan now is for him to get to Miami late Sunday afternoon, spend a few precious hours with her naked in public, then fly home late Sunday night to be back at work Monday morning while she stays in Miami for the final week of her training class. She last spoke with him a couple of hours ago, to learn that the morning flight from Atlanta was delayed and that he’ll call when he’s finally boarding. Finally, early afternoon on the beach, her phone rings…

“Oh, yay! You’re finally in Atlanta and boarding in half an hour! The flight to Miami is only a couple of hours, so if you land by 3, then by the time you’re out of the airport and drive to the beach it’ll be 4 or 5, so we’ll have maybe two hours before the sun sets. I know you want to see me naked in front of anybody who walks by, I think we’ll still have some time for that. I can’t wait! I’m so horny! This towel under me is soaked. Being naked in public keeps me right on the edge of an orgasm, I feel like I’m constantly ready to come. And I don’t even have to play with my clit! I wish I’d listened to you at that beach in New Jersey and gotten naked there. Now I want to just stay naked and show myself naked to everyone.

“Well, we have a few minutes to talk before you board.

“Sweetie, when you get here I’ll have a surprise for you, but you’ll have to pass a little test. There are dozens of women here lying naked in the sun. Most of the pussies are bare, like mine. So, after you call to say you’re almost to the beach, I’m gonna lie back on this lounger and wait for you. But I’ll have a towel over my face and you’ll have to identify me only by my pussy!! That’s the test.

“I’m gonna ask some of the other women here to open their legs and cover their faces too. If you don’t pick me on the first try, I’ll feel crushed, but you’ll be in trouble, big trouble. So you’d better get it right the first time, and remember, you haven’t seen me with a shaved pussy since the kids were born, and even that was only partial. But now I’m totally bare even underneath all the way to my butt hole, so you’ll probably have to look closely at every woman you think might be me. Good luck! Meanwhile, I’m gonna just lie here horny as hell and enjoy being naked and display myself the way you always wanted. Now get on that plane so you can come watch people looking at your naked horny wife!

…He lands in Miami, gets his rental car, and is driving toward the beach using the directions she texted him. Her phone rings…

“Yay, at last! Yes, the big parking lot, then walk through the tunnel. Now I’m gonna lie back, open my legs, and cover my face with the towel. And, I asked the lifeguard if you’re allowed to fuck here and he said for sure no, not on the beach, only in the lifeguard tower. Probably because he thought I wanted to fuck him, ha! ha! I explained that my husband is the only man I fuck, which he didn’t believe after watching me all day with peoples’ hands up my pussy and the “bathing suit” I arrived in and especially my great public orgasm yesterday and me doing every other sexual thing except actually fuck, and especially my bottoms-up yoga pose rize escort leg splits! So, sweetie, as soon as you get here maybe we’ll call his bluff and ask if you and I can borrow his lifeguard tower.

“Too bad we’re not allowed to fuck here, I was going to say that once you figure out which one of us naked women lying here is your wife, to just stick your dick in me. From the fit you could tell for sure. But, no fucking on the beach so that will have to wait. And also, what would happen if you stuck it in the wrong woman?

“Oh, you say you just made the turn off the Expressway? Good, just a few more minutes and you’ll be trying to figure out which one of these lovely pussies is mine.

…Hubby arrives on the beach, puts his towel down, gets naked, and sets about looking at each naked woman lying on her back, and tries to identify his wife. At first he’s enjoying this, and his partial erection shows it. After surveying a dozen or so bare bodies, he narrows the field down to three, then two, based on tits, leg shape, and other physical traits. With their faces covered and wedding rings concealed, it’s hard to choose. He goes back and forth between the final two, looking for distinguishing features. How can he not recognize his own wife’s pussy? She had mentioned that her clit might be out, so he’ll have to go back and look more closely. Both clits are protruding slightly, one pink and one darker, but he isn’t familiar enough with his own wife’s clit!

…All these beautiful naked women! Of the two he’s got it down to, both women are shaved bare, just as she said they’d all be, so no help there. Both women’s nipples are erect, but how can he not know his own wife’s nipples? Maybe he should start paying more attention to them. One woman has a small freckle on one side of her pussy, and another just next to her anus, but that doesn’t help. What about the toenail polish? He hadn’t even noticed when she left on her trip. Got to start noticing these things. How can a man not know every inch of his own wife? Too busy with job, the kids, maybe too much golf with the guys. Can’t even identify my own wife. Maybe her smell? They’re both leaking a little, but he knows his wife has always been very wet. They both smell nice, but he can’t tell the difference. What about taste? Well, this one looks like the best bet, so here goes…

…About twenty minutes later, an attractive but exhausted and slightly dizzy but very happy nude woman on very wobbly legs walks a very embarrassed man over to his wife, now sitting up and looking daggers at her husband, whose head is hanging low and whose penis has shrunk and withdrawn into the nest of his pubic hair…

“So, sweetie, you can’t identify your own wife’s pussy? You really like hers better? Apologise to the nice lady, compliment her on her pussy, and let her get back to her book. Then I will deal with you.

“You really blew it, mister! I was gonna drag you up into that tower and give you the best fuck of your life, even with the lifeguards watching. But not after you chose another woman’s pussy! And tits, yet!

“I can’t believe it! Your own wife’s pussy! And what about my tits? You don’t know my nipples? How many times have you stuck your dick in my cunt, yet you don’t even know what it looks like! And you couldn’t even recognize me by my sex smell? You sniffed me, your nose an inch away from my wet twat. Did you sniff her too, and you still couldn’t tell? Or maybe you liked hers better? Did you try to taste her?

Oh? Did she taste better than me? And it wasn’t until you gave her about twelve orgasms that you realized you got the wrong one? Now I know why she was smiling when she marched your sorry ass over here! Well, from now on you’re gonna get really close to your own wife’s pussy. And don’t kiss me yet, not with her slimy, sticky, sex juice all over your face!

“So, mister, for not recognizing your own wife when I’m lying here naked, right in front of you, here’s your punishment:

“First, from now on, very night before bed you will eat me. With the lights on, so you get to know what I look and feel and smell and taste like down there. We’re gonna make it so you never mistake another woman’s cunt for mine. And you’re gonna become best friends with my clit.

“Second, whenever you and I are home together without the kids or our moms there, I’ll stay naked and you will either lick me or fuck me, my choice, on demand. Any sakarya escort time I want. And any position I want. And in any part of the house, including the back yard. And if the doorbell rings I will answer it naked and tell them what we’re doing. And invite them in to watch, if they want to.

“Third, whenever we can get away for the weekend without the kids, you are taking me to a nudist resort or a clothing-optional beach. But not a swinger’s club, because I only fuck you. If we’re driving there I’ll be naked for the whole trip, so you’ll have to figure out the logistics.

“Fourth, you will allow me to show as much nipple as I want to, no matter where we are, even when your boss invites us to dinner. I’ll have to be wearing something, but it might be transparent, or very loose and low-cut, or open-knit so my nipples poke through, or whatever I choose. Likewise, as much pussy and ass as I want to show, so don’t tell me to wear underwear, ever. And if my skirt doesn’t quite cover my ass and pussy, then you’ll just have to deal with it. And when we get out of a car, you will come around and hold my door open in case I want to flash.

“Next, you’re buying me a new bicycle and we’re riding in the next twenty or so World Naked Bike Rides, naked. You, too. Naked. The whole day.

“Still not enough of seeing me naked in public? Well, this October you’re taking me to Key West for Fantasy Fest. For the whole week. They say you can go around wearing only body paint, and the artists there charge about three hundred to paint you. Well, I’m gonna save you a lot of money because my costume will be to just outline the shape of a bikini on my bare skin, which you’ll do with a washable marker. Just a few thin lines across my back and triangle outlines around my breasts and pussy, so I’ll be fully naked.

“And after that, you will scout out the bars and lounges in town to find out which ones have amateur night. You will escort me in, introduce me as your wife as though we’re there to watch the show, but I will remove my clothes and we’ll find the manager and you’ll tell him that since she’s already nude your wife wants to be on stage when the time comes. Until then, you’ll take me around and introduce me to anyone you know. Then when I’m up there exposing myself on stage with the lights shining on me, as part of my act I will point you out as my husband and tell them how you couldn’t recognize your own wife’s cunt. I’ll make sure they get a good look at it, up close and from various angles, so none of them will ever make the same mistake you just did. There-do you think that will satisfy your need to see men looking at your wife’s body? And them knowing it’s your wife up there, opening her cunt for their close inspection?

“And another thing, after I get home next week I’m going to find a job as an art model, maybe at that college nearby or with a private art group. And you will enroll as an adult student but not let on that you’re my husband. I’ll give them poses like they’ve never seen before, and you’ll be there to see me exhibiting myself.

“I’ve heard that normal poses don’t often show the model’s anus, but if I get to choose the pose I’ll bend over and hold my cheeks apart so they can see mine. This will also give them views of the lower parts of my pussy that most art students never get to see. I’ll be open and wet and dripping, so they’ll have to draw that, too. And you’ll be there to watch them looking up my open crotch from behind, and watch them studying the juice running down the insides of my legs. You might not like them seeing all this, but you wanted me to be naked, so we’ll see how you handle it.

“Maybe they’ll pose me with a male model and you’ll be watching as I wrap my naked body around his. You’ll just have to privately deal with seeing his hands on my crotch, or cupping my breasts or butt cheeks, or anywhere the pose calls for while I happily display my nakedness to anybody who pays the class fee.

“And if it’s a private group they might ask for intimate poses, since they won’t know you’re my husband. You’ll watch but you won’t know if the sex is simulated or real, like, is his dick just pressed up near my pussy, or is it hard and really inside? Maybe the instructor will let you come up for a closer look. I’ll probably have an orgasm either way, so you won’t be able to tell just because I come. Yes, right there, in front of you and everyone else samsun escort in the studio! Watching me have an orgasm! I’ll probably have to apologise to the class, but you can bet they’ll be inviting me back.

“And I’m not going to bring a robe for the breaks. By staying naked we can compare the real tits to the drawings. I can put a nipple right up next to their canvas to see how accurately they get the little dots on my areolas. Can’t do that with a robe on! Likewise the delicate folds of my pussy. Who knows, sweetie, maybe you’ll learn to draw!

“And if they have a public exhibit of the paintings, I will be nude at the opening. You would attend as a student, so you can see everyone looking at my nude body as I let them compare me with the paintings.

“Need me to be naked even more? Here’s how the whole city can see me naked, with you watching. How about I take acting lessons and find a community theater group putting on a play with nudity? If I get the part, I’ll want to stay naked for all the rehearsals. You will be a volunteer stage hand and watch me naked in front of the whole cast and crew, the audience, and all the other volunteers. If there are sex scenes I will do my best to make them as convincing as possible, without bed covers over me and the male actor. And just like in the art class, you’ll have to wonder where his dick really is. And you will invite everyone we know to the performances, maybe everyone except our moms. People you know and work with will see me naked on stage, maybe having an orgasm, and know that I’m your wife. I guess if the orgasm is real you’ll see me apologising to the whole audience. You’ll watch them seeing me perform naked and see me do the curtain calls and attend the cast party nude, even if I’m the only one. Naked enough for you?

“Want more? Well, sweetie, how about me getting felt up by everyone you know? Yes, everyone! Next Super Bowl party when you invite all your buddies and their women over, I’ll be naked except for a frilly little apron that covers nothing except maybe my belly button. They’ll have complete access to every part of me.

“You’ve turned me into an exhibitionist, and now you’ll have to live with it. Anyway, I will be serving drinks and snacks, and me! Yes, me. For every score our team makes, our guests get to take turns feeling my ass and playing with my tits and kissing my nipples, and if they ask politely they can put maybe one or two fingers up my cunt. Even the wives and girlfriends will like to do that.

“By halftime I’ll probably need to finger myself the rest of the way to an orgasm, so they’ll get to watch that, too. Believe me, the women will understand. Nobody will mind if I masturbate lying on the floor in front of the whole crowd. I’ll enjoy it and so will they. Your part will come later, and you might not like your part so much. Part of your punishment.

“At the end of the game, if our team won you will eat me out right in front of your friends and co-workers. I’ll already be naked, so what the hell!

“But if our team loses, you will get naked and fuck me, right there on the floor, in front of the TV.

“Yes, both of us naked, you’ll be naked in front of everyone you know. They will look at your cock and you will not cover it. You will see what it’s like to be naked in front of a group. I’ll already have been displayed naked for about three hours, felt up, fingered myself to an orgasm, finger-fucked by everyone there, and had my nipples sucked, now it will be your turn. If you want to keep your clothes on you’d better hope our team wins!

“But if they lose, all your friends and work partners and their wives and girlfriends will see you naked, and if you can’t show them a hard on they will laugh at you, especially the women, and they’ll want you to stroke it to make it hard. Just think, you might have to jerk off in front of your buddies! That will embarrass and humiliate you, but it’s part of your punishment for eating out another woman before you realised it wasn’t your own wife.

“But at our Super Bowl party whether you eat me or fuck me, you’d better make it so they see me come! And maybe before they go home, when I’m still dripping with cum I’ll let them taste me, just to get you back for sucking on that other woman’s pussy. That should give me at least as many orgasms as you gave her. Hey, look over there, she’s still playing with herself! Well, she’s on her own now.

“Okay, now that you’re here, even though you couldn’t identify your wife without her clothes on, I’m still horny as hell and I want to fuck you right now. That is, if your dick comes out of hiding. Let’s go see if that lifeguard really meant it when he said you’re allowed to fuck as long as you’re up in the tower. I love you!

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Meanwhile Erin had arrived at the club in her towel to smiles from the staff – eager ones from guys and knowing ones from girls. She headed downstairs and lay on the couch, tired, and her towel came free, she just let it, exposing her naked body, and rested, half asleep instantly from the alcohol and lack of sleep of the day. She cared about nothing but rest. She was exhausted.

She soon felt a weight on top of her and opened her eyes to see it was a guy, one with his pants at his knees. She opened her eyes a touch just in time to watch him shove his dick in her barely moist pussy. She laid back after he was in her and let her right leg slide off the couch to the floor to spread herself open a bit more. She then closed her eyes and basically tried to lay back and relax as this guy did all the work. Feelings his bare skin against hers, his dick in her.

Lucky for her, the guys seemed to enjoy Erin’s passive, quiet style tonight and they all took turns on her like that, Erin happily let them, so drunk and tired that she was barely aware of what was happening, she didn’t bother to even look at who was in her, but was happy to be their human sex toy. She simply lay on the couch, left leg buried in the corner of the couch, right leg extended straight to the floor with her head against the armrest, as comfortable as she could possibly be, as these guys brought some pleasure into her night. The small hit her ego took at losing the contest was being repaired as the guys took turns grunting and moaning and pawing her. She made no effort to touch them, to react to their touch, to make any sounds.

When Jenn arrived at the male stripping contest, she took in the sights, there were about 40 guys in it and over 100 girls watching. The audience was pure female, any guy around was competing. The girls were excited too, wearing bikinis, they all crammed together as close as they could to the stage, the place had a ravenous feel to it.

Jenn basically decided to throw herself into the atmosphere and joined in with the girls as they vigorously cheered on the first guy, who came out in a thong and quickly ditched it, revealing his semi hard cock.

Jenn’s body was squeezed from all directions by other girl’s bare skin, even though she was actually wearing most than all the other girls, being wrapped in a towel, she felt very self conscious about it, one hand had an iron grip on the it just above her right breast, holding the towel on. She also noticed it was warmer here, she’d been freezing for a long time since being doused with freezing water and then having to hang out in a cool breeze at night by the beach. Jenn started to appreciate the girl’s warm bodies transferring heat to her. She also realized she was here for the same reason a lot of them were, scouting out some good talent and then making sure she would attract him. It made the atmosphere in the crowd just as competitive as the actual contest.

Jenn had managed to fight her way up pretty close during the first round, and now it was quickly down to 4 finalists, who all came out naked and with big hard ons, Jenn had never seen cocks this big in her life. They were all at least 8 inches long and thick, it made her wet just thinking about one of those inside of her.

Before they started dancing the guy closest to Jenn spotted her in her towel three rows back, seeing her massive cleavage from above and demanded her towel.

Jenn shook her head violently, but the guy kept insisting, and all three guys stopped dancing now waiting. They urged the other girls to help. Jenn yelled, “I can’t! I’m naked under here!” However that just made it much worse. The contestant yelled: “Get me that towel girls!” and to Jenn’s shock, girls around her started to pull at it!

Jenn wasn’t able to keep that towel for long as hands grabbed her from all around. The towel was ripped off her body as she was thrown around in the crowd. She would have been thrown to the ground if there was enough space for her to fall, instead she bounced around amongst the girls near her. The towel was thrown up onto the stage as everyone cheered.

This made the girls leave Jenn alone, she was more stunned than anything, she wasn’t at all embarrassed about being naked, she made no attempt to cover herself now that no one was grabbing, but still everyone was looking. She was just blown away that these strange girls basically assaulted her for her clothes. She felt violated. She just tried to keep her eyes on the stage, looking composed, but then shrieked as she felt something wet on her. Two girls leaned in on either side of her and gave each nipple a little kiss!

Just speechless, Jenn pull away, making her bare breats shake nicely. And thankfully, the real show was about to get going again. Jenn felt very awkward as her now naked body was rubbing up against girl’s bare skin in all directions. Her breasts pushed up against the girl’s back in front of her, a mass of people pushing forwards from behind. Girl’s bikini covered karaman escort breasts pressed against her as they all cheered with their arms in the air. It was a very weird and uncomfortable feeling for Jenn, but she couldn’t deny all the soft skin against her own didn’t feel nice.

Jenn didn’t care who it was, she just wanted one of those guys to fuck her. After the concert, she along with 50 other girls headed backstage. Jenn grabbed a towel from the area and put it on, but found it too small for her whole body, so she wrapped it around her waist and then the guy that had order her to strip approached her, wearing a towel around his waist.

“Hey, see you found another towel.”

Jenn laughed, not really giving a fuck what this guy said, she just wanted to fuck him. “You were good in that contest.”

“So were you, seeing you jump around naked in that crowd really got me turned on.”

“Mmmm, seeing you jump around naked on stage got me turned on.”

“I think I know something we can do then, common.”

He grabbed her hand “My name’s Don by the way.” He led her up the street away from the beach to a dark corner and ripped the towel off her body and pushed her up against a wall.

Jenn just moaned, eager to begin this experience. He crouched down and spread her legs wide as he split her pussy lips with his hand and began to flick his tongue over her already excited clit.

Jenn moaned appreciatively as she ran a hand through his hair, loving having this hot guy knelt down between her legs servicing her. However it didn’t take long before she said “Just fuck me, stick that big cock in me and fuck me hard!”

Don didn’t need to be asked twice, he stood up and let his towel fall to the ground as he stuck his thick, 8 inch dick inside Jenn’s eager pussy and then pinned her tightly against the rough brick wall as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Jenn loved the feeling of the big cock shoved into her tight pussy, it feel more full, every stroke just brought more intensity and pleasure to her body. She held him tightly around the neck as he rammed his cock into her as hard as he could, her back getting rubbed raw against the brick, but she didn’t even notice.

She was making a ton of noise, surely people blocks away could hear, but it was beyond control. She just loved the feeling of her pussy squeezing that big cock as it slid in and out, in and out, of her slick pussy. Then she could feel the orgasm almost there, her hands traveled to Don’s back and she dug her fingers in as she started to come, her pussy pulsating against his cock, but Don wasn’t done yet and even after Jenn’s orgasm he keep pounding her and Jenn was happy to hang on for the ride, until one final big thrust and a groan, Don came inside her and then stopped, leaving his cock deep inside her as he leaned into her for a bit of a rest before pulling out and setting Jenn down.

“That was awesome sexy. You’re fucking hot,” Dan said.

“Thanks, your big dick felt amazing in me, I’ve never had one that size before.”

“Check my back, did you draw blood?”

“Yeah, sorry, check mine, I’m sure those bricks cut me up.”

“Yup, that looks like it hurts.

“I bet it will tomorrow, I guess we’re even though.”

“Yeah, for sure, gimme your number, maybe we can get together sometime this week again.”

“Sure, bye Don.”

“Wait, I’m taking that towel. Thinking about you walking home naked after I fucked you gets me really turned on.”

“Fuck, I’ll do it. See ya.”

Jenn just took the most direct route home, it was some pretty main streets, but she didn’t care. Even though it was early in the morning when no one should he out, she got a ton of honks and a lot of other walkers stared or yelled across the streets. She passed some groups on the sidewalk going the other way and just smiled mostly as they said stuff to her, or she’d answer their questions politely.

A group of people were passing and the guys asked if she would be in their picture with them. She agreed and one of the girls with them took it. One guy then complimented her breasts and asked if he could give it a quick squeeze. Again, Jenn didn’t care and said it was fine.

He then asked if they could do another picture, but this time, him and a friend would each put a nipple of hers in their mouth. Again Jenn just agreed, they did it and had Jenn give a big smile and a double thumbs up.

The guy then asked if he could touch her pussy, which sounded fine to Jenn, she really saw no problem with her body as a source of pleasure for anyone at this point, but she felt this was going to take long so she said she had to go and no more incidents happened the rest of the short trip, except for the gawking stares of many people as she strolled through the hotel lobby and waited casually for an elevator.

She got in and stared back out as the doors closed, then headed home to find she was first in and showered and fell asleep.

Erin kars escort meanwhile was taken up to the offices where the bar manager wanted her all to himself, Erin was flattered and pleased with how turned on he was by her, he could pick from so many girls. Erin said she was exhausted and he could use her as he liked.

He grabbed her ankles and held them above her head and did as she requested.

Eventually he said he was about to cum and he moved up and came on her face, making her lick off whatever she could, getting any on her fingers and cleaning them, then given her towel back she was ordered back out wearing nothing but that towel and a face full of cum.

Melissa and Mandy were heading to the guy’s hotel room and they spent most of that trip teasing and challenging the guys, seeing what exactly they were getting into, it seemed like the guys would do whatever they said, which was amazing, normally it’s a turnoff to have some guys willing to just do whatever they said, but not tonight. It would be just right. The guys teased them back about walking along public streets in nothing but a towel, occasionally tugging at it when someone would pass by. The girls didn’t like that, not because they cared about someone seeing them naked, just that it felt less playful and more childish right now, but they didn’t care enough to object seriously. The guys they were flashing had probably had a better look not long ago.

They were both eager to be pampered by “love slaves” as they had christened them. They deserved it, they thought, after the great showing they had tonight. The felt like being worshipped personally would be a fitting end to the night.

When they got into the hotel rooms, it was 2 adjoined, they ordered the guys to shower them and get them clean.

So one guy took each girl into the shower, stripped down himself and washed her all over, from feet to face. Melissa was relaxing as this guy really went out of his way to do all the work for her, she eventually couldn’t help herself and started to stroke his cock softly as he worked.

“All clean.” he told Melissa, who let go of his dick.

“Yeah sorry stud, let’s get out of here.”

They then dried off the girls very well, as per their demands, they were then both carried to a different bed in the same room and laid down. It reminded Melissa of yesterday with Erin, but she was in control today and far more relaxed. Melissa rolled over onto her stomach and asked for a 6 hand massage, and Mandy was just rolling with what Melissa asked.

Melissa had one guy work on just her feet, another lower body and another on upper then ordered the same for Mandy.

It felt amazing, they both felt so relaxed, they were also kind of sobering up, not having drank for a few hours now, first time that had happened in a while.

They both just lay there and got totally relaxed as the guys, who all were decent masseuses worked them over.

Melissa the rolled over and spread her legs a bit to allow inner thigh access and they did the same thing, one guy worked her arms and sides while another did her thighs and the third guy stayed on her feet. She’d never had a guy give her a foot massage before, it felt very nice.

One of the guys then suggested that they pick the next activity, the girls agreed to give it a shot and they were told to close their eyes, they both then felt 3 different mouths and tongues all over their bodies, they were licking and kissing from neck to feet, slowly and erotically as they girls lay back, letting the amazing feelings run over them.

The girls loved this, frequently the guys would try to move on to something else but they were quickly ordered back to this, and they obeyed. After over an hour of being treated like sex queens they finally relented and allowed the guys to let it become more sexual.

Both girls felt their legs being gently parted more and now one guy was working on their neck and ears, kissing and biting and sucking, making the girls moan in pleasure, the 2nd was at their breasts, the third would run his fingertips softly over her inner thighs, also running trails of kiss down towards their pussies.

The guys at their pussies teased them for a long time, never actually touching them there as they were aching for it now. Then a gently touch of their lips even though the girls begged for more, until finally, simultaneously they both felt a tongue lick firmly all the way up their slit, causing them to cry in relief.

The pace quicken rapidly, now they both had two guys on their breasts, biting and sucking their nipples as the guy down low was busy working on their clits with his mouth and had inserted two fingers into their pussies.

Both girls quickly built up to orgasm, but the guys sensed it and backed off, slowing down, keeping them on the edge as they begged for more.

Both girls begged for release, but it wasn’t coming, they slowed down, bringing the girls off the brink kıbrıs escort and then quickly sped up again, frustratingly stopping as the girls were seconds away from going.

They continued doing this 5 times, changing positions to stay fresh, the girls now thrashing, desperate for release. They had to hold Melissa’s wrists as she kept trying to furiously rub her clit.

Melissa was begging for anything, “fuck me, lick my clit, finger me harder, put your cock in me.” she wailed randomly. She sure had changed from the timid, conservative girl of a few days ago. She’d had good, hot sex now, and she was addicted to the raw pleasure it provided.

Finally she saw the guy at her pussy pull her by the legs to the edge of the bed, he then slid his shorts off and put a condom wrapped dick into her pussy, Melissa moaned in approval and saw that Mandy was getting the same treatment, both of them still had two guys working on their breasts and neck area.

The guys in them went slow however, still not allowing them to cum, but going just fast enough to keep them near the edge. Melissa was crying out in frustration as she shook, her body covered in sweat and saliva.

The guy between her legs changed position a little so he was rubbing her clit as well as he started to fuck her hard. Melissa yelled and just held the two guys arms on either side of her, gripping tightly as she felt that orgasm finally coming.

And came she did, her whole body bouncing involuntarily, she could feel his cock filling her as she writhed on the bed, totally out of control of her own movements. She forced his dick out of her with a strong spasm of her pussy as she squirted again, hitting the guy with a spray of juice.

Mandy was soon after, not as violent as Melissa, but it was probably the best orgasm she’d ever had. Maybe she was just more reserved than Melissa, or exhausted, she’d had a crazy day. She tilted her head back, hands grabbed the guys upper arms beside her as her eyes rolled back in her head and she just felt wave after wave of pleasure totally consume her.

After Melissa had come down, which took like 2 minutes until she could totally relax her body again. The guy that was in her asked if she wanted more. “Oh god yes.” she whispered and he started to fuck her again, and Melissa saw Mandy was getting more too.

The guys each took a turn fucking the girls until they came, and all the girls had to do was lay there, eventually at the guys request they held their own legs up in the air at the knees.

When it was all over and all 6 guys had came, Melissa had came 7 times, Mandy 6, both were totally fucking exhausted.

Mandy, basically too tired to move then ordered them to rub her body lightly all over, so the girls laid back, eyes closed in a blissful state as the guys just lightly massaged them all over.

It felt like they were on an amazing drug, a feeling of ecstasy was in them, after what seemed like forever Mandy opened her eyes and leaned up a bit. “Wow, that was amazing guys, you’re the best. What time is it?”

“Holy shit, 7 am, you were pleasuring us for 5 fucking hours. Wow!” Mandy exclaimed.

“Unbelievable” Melissa mumbled, still in somewhat of a stupor.

“Well I guess let’s get going.” Mandy said.

“hmmm, yeah” said Melissa.

“Where’s our towels, I guess we’ll just wear those home.” Mandy said, not really caring.

So they each grabbed a towel out of the bathroom and wrapped them around their bodies, but two guys insisted they walk them home. The girls didn’t care, so with that the 4 of them departed and discussed the last night with great fondness.

When they arrived at the room the girls each gave 1 guy a long kiss and then removed their towels and collapsed into bed holding each other tightly, they were both freezing cold from walking naked in the brisk night air.

They awoke the next day with and met each other’s eyes with a sheepish grin to find they were still in a tight, naked embrace, Melissa’s face resting against Mandy’s shoulder, just above her breast, while they could each feel each others soft bodies pressed up tightly against each other. They could both feel each other’s heart beating along with their nipples against their own body.

Melissa softly moaned and pressed herself up tightly against Mandy against as she reacted by hugging her close, they both feel back asleep and stayed like that despite the other two girls making a ton of noise soon after going to get breakfast. They both also saw the two girls cuddling and joked but Mandy and Melissa were sound asleep as they laughed and made jokes about the two naked girls cuddled up together.

Returning from breakfast, Jenn and Erin shook Melissa till she acknowledged them. “You guys ready to get up yet? “

Melissa groggily shook her head no and re tucked herself into Mandy.

“Ok, we’ll just be shopping or at the beach or around, get in touch when your up. Have a good sleep lovebirds.

Still exhausted, and feeling incredibly secure Melissa just dropped her head back to Mandy’s chest and fell right back to sleep.

While they slept the other 2 just browsed the shops around them, had some ice cream and just relaxed basically, finally at like 2 pm they got a text from Melissa “Lunch?”

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As the sunlight peeked into her room, Amara woke up to the beeping of her alarm at 5 a.m. She stretched lazily, feeling the warmth of her sheets against her skin. She looks at the other side of her bed and finds the other side to be empty reminding her that her husband, Abhay, is still not home. Being married to a navy officer for almost 5 years, has its own charm like a big house, house help, driver, car, etc, but it also brings in the loneliness for the partner. Since Abhay has to be away quite often due to the nature of his profession, Amara tries to keep herself busy with household work, social worker activities, getting together with her friends and sometimes, making new acquaintances. Being away from her husband also means to compromise on her carnal desires. Amara loves Abhay to the end of the moon but she knows that she has needs and she need to sate them to remain sane.

Rising from the bed, Amara’s eyes, the colour of deep, rich coffee, fluttered open. She noticed the full length mirror right next to her bed, offering a full-body view. Sunlight reflected off the smooth, dark tones of her skin, the creamy satin of her chemise catching the light in a way that sent shivers down her spine. Sleep had loosened the delicate straps, revealing the curvaceous mounds of her breasts, their fullness straining playfully against the confines of the fabric, creating a hint of the outline of her 32Ds. The curve of her hip dipped slightly as she bent and reached for her robe, briefly allowing her breasts to dangle in all its glory. Donning her robe, she walked towards the bathroom with her hips — full and rounded beneath the flimsy satin — swaying gently. Turning on the faucet, the cool water woke her up completely and she immediately knew, what she has to do in the gym today – it was the legs day.

Coming back to her room after the shower, she discarded the chemise wondering why did she put it on in the first place. She opened her closet and browsing through her collection, she opted for a pair of high-waisted, breathable leggings in a deep teal colour and a cropped sports bra in a crisp white. Standing in front of mirror again, stark naked, she noticed her pubic hair above her vagina and thought to herself – “I should have shaved them, but maybe next time?”. Transfixed with self admiration, she felt this is the best shape she has achieved in her lifetime. “I am 29, and I need to keep in shape…..for myself and for Abhay”.

The result of months of regular exercise and balanced diet were clearly visible. A thought glanced over her mind and her sensuous lips had a mild smile. She reached out for the side drawer of the bed and took out the almost real cock shaped dildo. This was an alternative to sate her carnal desires. Abhay, when at home, would not leave Amara craving. He would make lover to her whenever opportunity arises. She felt blessed to be married to him. Normally, she would keep it hidden in her cupboard under stacks of her sarees but right now, while Abhay not being here, she could freely keep it in plain sight in side drawer. Her gaze fixed at the tip of the dildo, she smiles and blushes at the same time. She gets a tingling feeling between her legs and her other hand, on its own, make its way to her craving vagina.

A sudden sound from the kitchen breaks her trance. “That must be Murli in the kitchen…..damn it!! Another minute of two and I would have been on my way to ecstasy but looks like I need to wait” trabzon escort – she thinks. Realising that enough time has passed, she kisses the dildo and replace it back into the drawer and starts putting on her selected attire. A quick look towards the mirror to check her hair and all, she finally covers her top with a loosely fitting green hoodie hanging on the side of the mirror. This and couple of more hoodies, is what she wears almost every day to the gym.

The gym was buzzed with the collective energy of the early risers. The air hung heavy with the scent of sweat and determination, a familiar melody to Amara’s ears. Glancing around, she spots few familiar faces who are regular to the gym. She finds her trainer – Sheeba, near the water station. They meet and talk about the exercises for the day. Since it has been quite a while for Amara working out, she barely need any help from the trainer. She walks to her locker and thinks “Why did Murli always have to be on time? Since tomorrow is an off day, I could give him an off tomorrow. The butterflies in my tummy and the burning sensation in my pussy would not go away like this. Ok Amara, now that things are planned out…..lets ace the gym today!!”.

Finally ready, warming up with a series of lunges and squats, Amara felt a familiar fire ignite in her core. Today’s leg day was an assault course — weighted squats that sent a satisfying burn through her quads, lunges that tested her balance and stability, and leg presses that pushed her muscles to their limit. Between sets, Amara caught glimpses of herself in the mirrored walls. She was one of the gym members with the best body, especially among females. Looking at her figure and her training regime, no one could guess easily that she is married. Finally, after an hour of relentless exertion, Amara collapsed onto a yoga mat, her chest heaving, legs trembling. But even in exhaustion, she felt a sense of victory. She had conquered leg day. After having a bit of water, she starts walking on the treadmill to relax. Suddenly, a soft voice broke through Amara’s concentration. “You just killed it with those exercises today.” Amara turned to see a young man standing. He couldn’t have been much older than maybe twenty or twenty one, good general physique, a nervous blush creeping up his neck that clashed with his bright blue official gym shirt indicating that he was one of the trainers. But Amara had never seen him before here. “Thanks,” she replied, offering a friendly smile. “It’s just leg day routine.”

“Right, leg day…….I am Ravi, by the way, I have joined as a new trainer here from today.” Amara’s smile widened. “Nice to meet you, Ravi, how is your first day treating you?”

“Not bad to be honest. This is my first job hence I came in early today to familiarise myself with the folks and the equipments. By the way, I must confess and please don’t take me in the wrong manner, but I have never seen any female working out so dedicatedly. Judging from your physique, I could make out that you are really serious about your workout regime.” – said Ravi, while being amazed by Amara’s radiance.

“Yeah, I try and keep myself in shape. But I was not always like this. You would not believe if I showed you how I looked back in college.” – Amara responded confidently.

“Wait a second!! Are you telling me that you are not a college girl!!??” – Ravi was now bowled over even more.

Due to Ravi’s tunceli escort innocence, Amara blushed a bit and responded – “Well of course I am not a college girl anymore. Now either you are being genuine or you are making fun of me, which one is it Ravi?” Amara, regaining back her strength and breath from the heavy exercise, asked him mischievously.

“Oh no!!…….I genuinely thought that you would be a college girl. Your skin is so radiant and your body shape……” and Ravi stopped there.

“Come on……don’t leave me hanging…..don’t you know it is bad manners to leave a woman in the middle while appreciating her??” Amara teased Ravi.

Ravi hesitated for a bit and said while blushing “Toned and curvy – your body frame I mean. You could easily be a model since this combination is hard to achieve and maintain.”

Amara felt happy and blushed slightly. She is used to getting appreciations only from Abhay. But now a guy, quite younger than her, is complimenting her. Sheeba then chimes in “Amara Ma’am!! I see that you two are already acquainted. Good!! That saves me some time. Starting today, Ravi will be your trainer. Since you are already an ace member, you hardly need much help. So it would be a good starting point for Ravi.”

Sheeba then faced towards Ravi “Since you are new here, we would assign only 1 or 2 members to you to get you started here and learn the ropes. Please pay attention to Amara Ma’am. She is one of our dedicated members and I do not want to get any complaint from her. 1 complaint from her and I am afraid but you would be out.”

Ravi, lost his cool and said nervously “I will do my best Sheeba Ma’am. I too agree with you that Amara Ma’am does not need any help and I have already seen her working out, she is an ideal.”

Sheeba retired to her office leaving Ravi and Amara alone. Amara, after listening to all the conversation between Sheeba and Ravi, got an idea which made her smile in a naughty manner. She unzipped 1/4th of her hoodie’s zip from the top and said “Well Ravi…..looks like I would be your boss for now. I am quite a demanding woman so you better not slack off.” She said it in a flirtatious way to Ravi.

Ravi, trying to understand what was going on simply replies – “I would not fail you Amara Ma’am. I am happy that I have been paired up with you. I look forward to learning a great deal from you.”

“Oh really??” Amara stopped the treadmill and bent over the side rails of the machine while facing him. Ravi could not believe his eyes and his luck. He could see inside her hoodie. It was not too clear, but he could make out the sweat that Amara had built up and her white sports bra was now wet giving him an outline of her breasts and her nipples. His gaze transfixed, Amara felt hot and a bit hornier as well. She could feel her crotch getting slightly wet. But finding that she could make a young man stop and gawk at her made her feel wanted. She stood back up straight breaking Ravi’s daze and said “Well….could you help me a bit with stretching? My arms have been killing me for some time now.”

Ravi, gaining back his composure, responded “Surely ma’am. Please come this way.” He pointed to the yoga room which was empty, thinking that he would get to spend some lonely time with Amara and it would also be easier for her to stretch freely.

Getting into the yoga room, which was at one corner of the floor, Amara stood at one side waiting uşak escort for Ravi to assist. “You would need to take the hoodie off so that I could assist with proper pressure at the right spot” – said Ravi. Amara felt an electric charge running from her bottom to her head. Never had she undone her hoodie in the gym. But since today was special, and she had already given Ravi a small show, she thought to take it a bit further to make his day. She unzipped and hung her hoodie in one corner. Now in bright light, Ravi could make out Amara’s sensuous figure even in more detail. He could now also make out Amara’s big nipples that were straining against her wet sports bra. It was a dream come true scene for her. Amara, feeling a bit flushed, while exposing herself to a man other than her husband, could see that Ravi was interested and he wanted more. She said “Ravi……shall we begin?” She sat down in front of Ravi to give him ample view of her cleavage.

“Yes ma’am!!” – said Ravi and got behind her helping her pull her arms in various directions. Every time he stretched her arm, he could see even more inside her sports bra. “This is real!! She is like a super model and I am getting to see her and touch her. This is surreal!!” Thought Ravi while helping her out. Amara, all knowing about what was happening, was enjoying this. This was a new experience for her, but she did not feel much guilt of doing this behind Abhay’s back. “Its just a tease…..well maybe a bit more than a tease. But God!! I love it!! I wonder……” she thought and turned a bit to notice that Ravi had a hard-on. Seeing an actual hard-on after a long time, she wanted to grab his crotch and rub it. There was a small patch of wetness on at the edge where his dick ended. She could feel her juices flowing and making her panties wet. Anymore of it and her juices would have started to seep out of her pants. She regained control on herself and said “Thanks Ravi!! I am feeling much better. Its about time and I have another “appointment” to follow”. She got up and donned her hoodie back on.

Gaining back his composure and hoping that Amara had not noticed his hard-on, Ravi said – “Ma’am, I am glad to be of help. Also, since I am your trainer now, I would be required to have your number as per the policy. We could be in touch that way to set up schedules and in case if you need some help.”

“Of course……..you are pretty handy and I am sure that I would need much help from you soon enough” – said Amara, again in a naughty way while glancing over Ravi’s hard-on. They exchanged numbers and Amara went back to her car to drive back home…….the last 15 minutes were pretty intense and flushed her out much more than her workout today. She could not believe that this fun teasing of hers would make her so horny. She asked herself if she has betrayed Abhay, but all she could think about was Ravi’s hard-on and the small wet patch on his pants. At the same time, Ravi could not believe his luck based on today’s events. He went to the washroom and took out his dick. It was harder than ever before, and the pre cum just did not stop flowing out. He grabbed his dick and jerked off for around 15 mins. Readjusting his dick in his pants, Ravi eagerly awaited for Amara to be back at the gym.

Amara, being alone in the car, took out her phone and called Murli and said “Murli, since there is not enough work today, and tomorrow is a relaxing schedule, take the day off. Ask Govind (driver) as well to take the day off. Come back the day after on your regular routine.”

The only “appointment” that Amara wanted to attend was to pound her wet and burning pussy with the dildo in her side drawer……..no distractions, but only bliss.

— To be continued

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I was running late as I made my way across campus. Luckily my room was on the ground floor so I could nip in and grab the book I had forgotten for my next class.

My girlfriend had been feeling a bit unwell so skipped the classes this morning asking if she could stay in my room rather than make her way back to her own block.

As I got to the exterior door I patted my pockets and realised that my book wasn’t the only thing I had forgotten. No keys. Frustrated, I went to the side of the building and round the corner. I could knock on the window and get Harriet to pass my book to me. I approached the window and was about to knock gently on the glass when I saw through a crack in the curtains a sight I had seen a hundred times. I had seen it, but I didn’t know that Harriet had ever seen it.

On the TV screen a petite but well proportioned brunette currently in a 69 with a very well endowed male. She faced the camera with her mouth covering just the head of his big cock. She had been sucking on him for a while and her spit ran down the length of his thick shaft and was covering his balls as she massaged them with her hand.

My eyes moved from the scene on the tv to the scene on the bed. Harriet was frantically rubbing her pussy with her slender legs spread wide apart. I was shocked at the wanton look on her face, for someone usually reserved and inexperienced sexually, she was displaying a look I had never seen before. I was stuck between wanting to knock and wanting to see what happened next. I kept my hands by my sides.

I knew how the scene ended and I didn’t k ow if Harriet did yet or not. On screen the female continued her oral attention sloppily sucking the head of the large cock and using her hand on the shaft and balls. Suddenly a large had grabbed a fistful of her hair and started to push her head down. On the bed Harriet bucked her hips and I saw her perfect little ass rise from the bed. He continues the pressure as her mouth starts to be spread wider. He pushes until she is halfway down his cock, her eyes starting to water but absolutely committed to making him cum from deepthroating him.

I could see Harriet panting hard and her fingers were a blur working on her clit. I was rooted to the spot, my cock rock hard in my jeans.

He keeps his hand pushing down and his hips thrust up. She gags but keeps going. What’s left on display of his cock is covered in spit and her hands are no longer giving him any attention, but are gripping the sheets. Harriet is biting her lip, her eyes betraying her desire. Until now I didn’t know this existed.

I knew the couple were going to cum soon. He gives a couple of short sharp thrusts into her throat and then exclaims that he is going to cum. The grip on her hair is released and instantly her head pops up, she gasps in a deep breath and her hand goes back to wanking him furiously. Harriet’s hips are still bucking, she’s visibly moaning and as close as they are.

He gives a deep groan, she keeps wanking the thick shaft, pointing his cock straight at her face. Harriet bucks again, clenching those perfect cheeks.

He diyarbakır escort starts to cum. Thick hot white streams of cum. Her face takes most of it and she keeps wanking his cock as it drips down. Harriet grips the sheets as her own orgasm his and she writhes around in ecstasy on the bed. The woman on screen is drenched and smiling. He is breathing heavily. Harriet is panting and limp.

I still don’t know what to do, and then Harriet looks up. No longer transfixed by the scene on the TV, she looks directly at the gap in the curtains and sees me.

She passed the keys through the window after she had put on a dressing gown to preserve her modesty. Ironic I thought, given what I had just witnessed.

I couldn’t make out the look that had been on her face at the moment she had seen me. Confusion? No. Lust? No. Resignation? Possibly. She looked like she’d had a weight lifted off her shoulders. As if to say ‘great, so now you know and it didn’t take a difficult conversation’.

I walked round to the exterior door, went through and found my room. I took a deep breath, unlocked the door and walked in.

Harriet was sat on a seat at the desk, now wearing a pair of shorts and one of my shirts. She turned to me and gave a big beaming smile. She was beautiful, my girlfriend through the end of high school and into university. We had both had quite reserved childhoods and our relationship, whilst solid and loving, could never be described as wild or experimental.

All of this was about to change.

“Hey Hun, I didn’t expect you to be back. What did you see back there?” She asked, a bit of trepidation in her voice.

“Erm…well, enough I guess.” I said.

She went into a mode I hadn’t seen before. She was full of confidence and articulate on the subject. Something had obviously opened up in her.

“OK.” She started “I’m going to come clean here and I think we should both just listen and see what comes out in this conversation.”

“Yeah, erm, I guess so.” I stammered. Twenty minutes ago I had been in a lecture on international Law, and now this.

“So for the last month, anytime I’ve been home by myself, I’ve been doing what you have just seen. I can’t help it, I think about it all the time and I just have to make myself cum. Sometimes it is that scene, sometimes there are others but they all have some common themes. That is obvious because your collection seems to follow some themes.

If I can’t be by myself in your room, I’ll take a DVD back to mine and then replace it another time.

I feel a bit embarrassed right now, but my urge to do these things has overtaken that and I don’t want you to get rid of the collection or stop me doing it, so that’s why I’m telling you all this.”

I was still trying to process the changes in my girlfriend and my head was spinning but I managed to blurt out that I thought I was fine with it and it had turned me on to watch her masturbate.

We spent the next few minutes talking about how we felt our sex life was and if either of us were repressing anything. We both felt that it was edirne escort currently good, and there were no complaints, however we both had deeper kinky sides but due to our inexperience had no idea how to express them for fear of being judged.

Harriet turned to me and said “Jake I love you very much, and this is only making that stronger. Let’s just talk about it, that’s all.” Which really settled me down.

I felt relieved that it wasn’t a ‘me’ thing. I wasn’t failing or not being attentive. It was just that people’s minds sometimes work in different ways.

I bit the bullet.

“So what is it that you like the most?” I asked.

Moment of truth time.

Harriet proceeded to tell me that she loved porn. All of it. Whatever I had, she liked. She was in effect exploring everything that was out there to find herself. She had never experienced, thought about or known of many of the things she had seen on video.

We talked for a long time about how these things affected us and what we could do to make our own sex life exciting.

Then she dropped the bombshell.

“The scene you saw me cum to” she said. “I want to experience that. Would you be ok with that?”

“Absolutely!” I replied “Of course we can do that! My cock was twitching at the thought of her deepthroating me for the first time.”

“No.” She said suddenly with a confident tone and a pleading look. “Not you, someone built like he was.”

I didn’t know what to say. Wasn’t that cheating? Nothing like this had ever come up before. Wasn’t I good enough?

She interrupted my thought.

“Look, it’s not about you at all. You are perfect for me and a brilliant guy. I love you and that hasn’t and won’t change. This is a sexual thing. I don’t want anything from someone else other than a physical fantasy.”

My head was spinning again.

“I’m not sure.” I said “But I’ve seen enough porn to know that many guys love this sort of thing. Do you think you can just do something for me?” I asked.

She was ready to do anything for me at that moment because it was either this path or the path to breakup.

“Sure.” She said.

“Ok.” I replied. “Tell me what you want in absolutely explicit terms. Then we will see if it excites or repulses me.”

Her face changed again. Then the hint of a smile and she look me in the eye.

“Jake, I want a guy with a very large cock to dominate me. I want him to push his dick down my throat until I gag. I want him to fuck my little pussy so hard, and I want to make him to cum so much that I’m covered all over.”

This gorgeous intelligent and hot girl was my best friend. I grabbed her hand, looked her in the eye and put that hand against my rock hard cock.

Ch3

The next two weeks passed and we had resumed some sense of normality to our relationship. Our sex life was better than ever but there were still unspoken things from that day.

I woke up in the night and reached across the bed only to feel a big space where Harriet should have been. The noise that woke me seemed to be coming from the room next door. Muffled edirne escort bayan voices.

I gingerly got out of bed holding my shoulder as the pain seared through me. I usually sleep naked and I considered finding something to wear but I couldn’t see anything handy. I crept out of the room onto the landing, still hearing the muffled noise from the other room.

As I got closer to the door, I saw that it was slightly ajar. I put my face up to the gap and looked through.

There, on her knees facing away from me was my girlfriend. Tom was stood with his cock obviously in her mouth and his fist grabbing a handful of her hair. The noises I had heard were obviously his ecstatic moans combined with hers. Her head bobbed up and down rapidly as his eyes rolled backwards.

Then he started to become more dominant with her.

“Spit on that cock and get it nice and hard!” He demanded. “You’ve never had a dick like this before and I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t know what’s hit you.”

I was astonished. She would never have entertained this kind of language with me but here she was, sucking on his dick and giving a muffled response which was quite obviously positive.

“Can’t talk with my big cock in your mouth can you? You are such a good little slut, I’ve wanted to fuck you for a very long time and now you are going to experience what a real man can do to you. I hope you like cum because you are going to get drenched.”

Suddenly she stopped her sucking, stood up and kissed him full on the mouth. I had a pang of jealousy. From my view her ass looked perfect and I couldn’t wait to see if she was going to bend over and take it from him.

Tom suddenly looked over towards the door and said

“Looks like we have got ourselves a spectator!”

Harriet spun around and looked over to me. Seeing my need state and obvious arousal her initial look of guilt softened somewhat.

For a moment none of us knew what was going to happen.

Tom was the one to take control.

“Right. Jake get in here and sit in on that chair in the corner. You are going to watch this so you may as well be comfortable.”

“Harriet. I was enjoying what you were doing so get back to it. Let’s move a little bit though so Jake can have a decent view this time.”

As they moved slightly I was taken aback when I saw the monster that she had been sucking on. Whilst he was impressive flaccid, it was a completely different thing hard. He was obviously enjoying her attention as the angry head was pulsing and the veins on the shaft were throbbing.

She dropped to her knees, looked over at me and gave me a wink. The look on her face was one of absolute lust. She looked up at him with innocent eyes and opened her mouth and put her tongue out. My cock was rock hard.

“Let’s see how deep you can go.” Said Tom and grabbed the shaft of his cock with one hand and the back of her head with the other.

“See what your hot little slut is going to do for me Jake. She’s going to deepthroating this cock until I’m satisfied that she’s made it wet enough and then I’m going to fuck her. When I fuck her, it’s going to be hard and rough and she’s probably going to scream very loudly. I’m going to ask her to beg for it, and squeal. Can you handle that?”

I gulped. “Yes I can.” I said.

“Of course you can.” Said Tom. “Well this is going to be fun.”

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OUR FIRST BIKE WEEK PIZZA AND PUSSY.

Sounds like a meal fit for a king. But the pizza was for eating and the pussy for showing. I’d recently sold my Harley and some of my old cars, replaced with a used standard roof line Chevy van to pull a flatbed trailer from Illinois to Florida. Seven trips, each one just over a thousand miles each way, to haul cars and other junk to the boonies.

Our plans were to buy a newer bike after we got settled in here in Florida. With a five year old adopted grandson that wouldn’t happen right away. Plans later changed to a trike. New to the area, we couldn’t find a babysitter that we could trust. And we’re still trike dreamin! Shit happens!

It all began in Daytona during a Bike Week event. Probably 1995, our very first one. Found out it was everything we had heard. Tits and ass everywhere and bikers having fun. Recently retired the previous spring, we’d been 56 and 54. With luck we got a neighbor to watch our now six year old son for the entire week of Bike Week. She was also his bus driver so this worked great.

I drove the Chevy van and we were parked several blocks from Main street on a narrow side road very near International Drive. Across from where I parked for several years is a small pizza parlor. Rumor was they had a great deluxe pizza. Yea they did!

Of course Dollie was wearing a very revealing top and urfa escort probably hot pants. The place was run by two guys fifty or so years old. Both men were friendly and seemed to appreciate looking at tits. Not a bit shy about telling us so. We’d been looking at tits hanging out and being flashed for hours. Dollie’s now being mostly exposed and in view was normal.

As the man took our order tits seemed to be on top of the pizza list discussion. We ordered the house specialty supreme with everything and a couple cokes or beers. I can tell this now because, after many years, the two men, 70 plus at this time, are probably dead, or have dementia. Plus the pizza place has changed owners. By now it may not even be there.

Many other things have made us realize we no longer have reason to hide in our closet. We’ve outlived most who have played our games and our relatives. Sharing our fun and games seems like the right thing to do when others may enjoy and wish to follow our footsteps.

My confessions deserve a few more comments. Seems that from between ages 50 and 65 we were extra horny and daring. Especially after 55 and retired to Florida. Don’t get me wrong, we were very wild and crazy right from our beginnings together. But back then we were reasonably shy and afraid to try many things. Now nothing seemed to embarrass us.

The sivas escort bike scene there was hot and wild and we were trying to make the most of our new adventures. Many bikers and biker babes were playing the games we’d played for years, in open crowded public places.

And now back to our story

As soon as the pizza and drink issue was over Mr. pizza number ‘One’ continued his descriptions about Dollie’s ample exposure and how much he loved the view. This was at the beginning of Bike Week. I’m sure he’d already seen lots of tits before hers.

Since we’d spent hours along Main and adjacent streets, Dollie’s flashing and me being entertained by other well endowed females flashing, had us both in a rather kinky mood. Dollie was already squirmin in her seat and squeezing her arms to create even more cleavage and exposure.

“Wanna see them?” she asked.

Believe it or not a few guys have said no. But this was rare. Dollie said this because many gals on Main Street and along the way were asking that same question.

Pizza guy number ‘One’ excused himself saying he’d pass the order to his partner, the cook, Pizza guy number ‘two’, then be right back to gladly look at those tits. He did and she did.

Dollie whipped them out right there while sitting in the pizza joint. No one else was there at the time. tekirdağ escort In fact most times we stopped not more than a few other customers were there. I suppose it was because we were always there after lunch time in the middle of the day several blocks south of busy Main Street.

Pizza guy number ‘Two’ brought our drinks and appeared surprised but delighted. Both men stared and made a fuss over Dollie’s browned boobies and her nipple rings.

We decided to enjoy the warm day and walked outside to watch cars and bikes go up and down busy International Drive highway, as the pizza cooked. Even though Dollie slipped her titties back in, they were mostly exposed as we sat there at a tiny table near the sidewalk and highway. People riding by and walking waved, whistled, and yelled at Dollie. She sucked this all up.

The Pizza guy yelled that our pizza was ready, asking if we wanted it out on the patio. We went inside to eat one of the best pizza’s ever. Yes, we’ve said that before at other places where they advertise ‘the best pizza in the world.’ In the world we were in at the moment this was it! Sometime later we discovered another ‘world’s best pizza’ joint nearly across the street. Maybe that one really was the best!

At least one male customer came in as we ate, drank, and visited with both pizza guys and that customer. The discussion was about biker babes and boobs mostly, using Dollie’s for reference.

I paid and handed Pizza guy number ‘One’ a tip.

I pulled Dollies tiny top down and said, “here’s the rest of your tip.”

Then we left. What the fuck? I know, you’re thinking, what’s this got to do with pussy?

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Disclaimer: this story contains cuckolding, humiliation, cross-dressing, and gay sex.

***

Lucas and Daisy had been dating for about 3 months. They were both 18-year-old freshmen in college. All their friends said they made such a cute couple. They even kind of looked alike – both blonde, short, and pretty, both weighing barely more than 90 pounds. The only difference was that Daisy had longer hair and perky, C-cup breasts.

One Saturday night, they heard about a house party being hosted by some seniors, including one of the stars of the school football team, Eric. Daisy put on a halter top that showed off her flat stomach and a pair of tight-fitting jeans. Lucas wore a pair of skinny jeans that he thought looked cool and a tight-fitting t-shirt.

Lucas and Daisy had fun at the party, having a few drinks and meeting new people. Lucas felt very proud showing off such a hot girlfriend, and Daisy felt proud to have such a cute boyfriend. Lots of people commented on how cute they were together.

The night wore on, and they had both gotten pretty buzzed. As they were walking through a crowd of people, Daisy accidentally bumped into a 6’3″ jock standing by the keg.

“Oh, excuse me,” Daisy said shyly.

The jock looked down at her, eyeing her up and down, then grinned. “That’s okay, babe. And what might your name be?”

Daisy blushed a little and held out her hand. “I’m Daisy.”

The jock took Daisy’s hand and kissed it, holding eye contact with her. “Hi, Daisy. I’m Eric.”

Daisy blushed even more at Eric’s kiss, then quickly took Lucas’s arm and pulled him closer to her, saying, “And this is my boyfriend, Lucas.”

“What’s up, bro?” Eric said, taking Lucas’s hand and pulling him in for a bro-hug, enveloping Lucas in his muscular arms..

“Hey, nice to meet you,” Lucas said, looking up at Eric, a little shaken from the hug.

“I haven’t seen you two around school before. You freshmen?” Eric asked.

“Yeah,” Daisy nodded.

“Nice, nice,” Eric said, again eyeing Daisy up and down. Eric had dark hair and a little bit of stubble. His muscles strained against his tight-fitting t-shirt. He leaned in close to Daisy and Lucas and asked in a low voice, “Hey, uh, you two smoke weed?”

Daisy and Lucas looked at each other. They had tried it on a few occasions, and had always had a pretty good time. Lucas had noticed that it usually made Daisy pretty horny too, so he was eager for them to take part. He also thought this might be an opportunity to make new friends with a clearly popular senior and improve his social standing at the school. “Uh, yeah, sometimes, you have some?” he said.

“Yeah, but not around all these people,” Eric said. “Let’s go up to my room.”

“Oh, sure,” Lucas said. “That okay with you, Daisy?”

“Yeah, sure,” Daisy said. She thought about how much she had enjoyed the way weed had made her feel in the past. She also couldn’t deny that Eric was providing some pretty nice eye candy. Obviously she was with Lucas, but she could still enjoy looking at a stud like Eric. Besides, Lucas would be the one benefitting when they got back to their dorm, she thought playfully.

As Eric led them upstairs, they passed another jock who Eric was clearly friends with. “Have your conquest for the night, eh, bro?” the jock said, slapping Eric on the back and laughing.

“Shut up, dude,” Eric said lightheartedly. When they got up the stairs and nobody else was around, he said to Daisy and Lucas, “Don’t worry about him, he’s just joking around. He probably didn’t see you behind us, Lucas.”

“Oh, whatever, it’s okay,” Lucas said nonchalantly. He knew how guys were. Daisy, meanwhile, felt a little thrill at being called a “conquest” for a guy like Eric – but she also thought it was very nice of Lucas that he wasn’t getting super jealous or territorial with her.

Eric’s bedroom was big, clearly the master bedroom in the house. His bed was against one wall, and on the other side there was a couch, an armchair, and a small coffee table scattered with drug paraphernalia. Eric invited Daisy and Lucas to sit on the couch as he sat in the armchair and began rolling a joint.

Daisy sat on the end of the couch closer to Eric, so when Eric had rolled the joint, he passed it to her first and offered to light it for her. Daisy held the joint to her lips as Eric leaned in to light it for her. She inhaled and passed the joint to Lucas. As she exhaled, she started coughing a little bit. Eric patted and rubbed her back gently, asking if she was okay. Daisy nodded shyly, enjoying Eric’s touch as well as the high she was getting.

Lucas took a hit and began coughing as well, harder than Daisy. They all laughed. “That’s good stuff,” Lucas said, passing the joint back to Eric, who took a hit smoothly before placing the joint in an ashtray on the coffee table, then relaxing into his armchair.

With all of them now feeling very good, they began chatting about the usual stuff – where they were all from, what they were majoring gebze escort in, how classes were going. Eric learned that Lucas and Daisy were both English majors and had met in a poetry class. Eric, meanwhile, had been studying finance and was planning on going to business school in New York and then working on Wall Street. Daisy and Lucas had joined a poetry club, while Eric, of course, was one of the stars of the football team.

They talked about this kind of stuff for over an hour, continuing to take the occasional hit from the joint, everybody getting along and making each other laugh. Daisy and Lucas felt excited to be making friends with such a clearly popular guy, and even felt proud that Eric was taking so much time away from the party to hang out with them.

As the night wore on, the party outside started to quiet down, and they began to hear some unmistakable whimpering and moaning sounds on the other side of Eric’s bedroom wall. Eric started laughing. “Sounds like my roommate is having a successful night,” he said.

Lucas and Daisy laughed, looking at each other and both getting a little horny at hearing these sex sounds. Lucas decided it would be a good idea to get back to their dorm so they could have some fun of their own. “Maybe you should get back out there and find your real ‘conquest’ for the night,” Lucas suggested to Eric.

Eric waved a hand and said, “Nah, I’m feeling good right here with you guys.”

Daisy smiled. “A guy like you, I bet you’ve had so many ‘conquests’ over the years.”

Eric smirked and kind of shrugged his shoulders. “Honestly, yeah. There are probably a few of them downstairs who are waiting in case I decide I want them again tonight.”

“Damn, man,” Lucas said enviously. “Why aren’t you down there then?”

Eric shrugged. “When girls basically never say no to you, it starts to get a little boring.”

Lucas laughed. “Must be nice.”

Eric grinned. As Lucas took another hit from the joint, Eric again looked Daisy up and down. Daisy blushed a little, but smiled. “It’s okay. But yeah, I’m not really feeling any of those girls tonight. Hey, you guys mind if I change into more comfortable clothes real quick?”

Lucas shrugged. “No, we don’t mind, but, like, we can head out if you’re feeling tired or whatever?”

“Nah, nah, I’m having fun with you guys, stick around. Be right back.” With that, he got up, grabbed some clothes from his dresser, and stepped into the adjoining bathroom.

Lucas and Daisy looked at each other. “You still having fun, babe?” Lucas asked.

“Yeah, we can hang out for a little while longer,” Daisy said. “I feel like we could really be friends with him, I don’t want to be rude. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, of course,” Lucas agreed.

Eric emerged from the bathroom, wearing a loose-fitting tank top and a pair of mesh gym shorts. Daisy’s mouth couldn’t help but drop open as she took in Eric’s muscular arms and slightly hairy chest. As her gaze moved down, she also noticed what appeared to be the very long and thick silhouette of Eric’s penis through his shorts. She quickly looked away and felt herself turning red. When Eric sat back down, she looked shyly back at him. He was grinning and winked at her.

Lucas hadn’t really noticed any of this. He couldn’t help but notice how fit Eric was, though, given that his tank top was so loose you could basically see his entire torso from the right angle. “I guess I should start working out if I want girls to never say no to me,” Lucas joked.

Eric laughed. “Couldn’t hurt, bro. Not that you’re doing too bad for yourself,” he said, looking again at Daisy, who had begun feeling warm and was lightly sweating. The weed, along with Eric’s body and mild flirtation, were combining to make her feel very horny.

“True,” Lucas said, sliding an arm around Daisy proudly. “I don’t even really believe you, anyway, man. I mean, sure, you’re super fit and everything, but some girls must say no sometimes.”

Eric shrugged. “Not really. I’ve taken some of my professors, I even got a super hot lesbian couple to go to bed with me one time. They loved it.”

“Seriously?” Lucas said, amazed. “That’s fucking hot, man.” Eric just nodded. “What about girls with boyfriends though?”

Eric scoffed. “Oh, please. I’ve stolen so many guys’ girlfriends or wives, sometimes right in front of them. It’s pretty fun, actually.”

Daisy gasped a little in surprise. “In front of them? No way, how do they not say no when their boyfriends are right there?”

“Easy,” Eric said. “For the real slutty girls, it doesn’t take much, all I need to do is ask and they’ll just tell their boyfriends to fuck off.” He laughed. “The nicer girls, well…if you really want to know, as soon as I find a way to let them know what I’m packing, they can’t resist even if they want to. I mean, Lucas, if you were a girl, would you say no to this?” Eric lightly grabbed his penis through his shorts, pulling at it a little to show its size and length, gümüşhane escort which Lucas saw was definitely considerable, even soft, as it was now.

“Whoa, dude, come on, we don’t need to see that,” Lucas said, but he was laughing.

“Hey, you two are asking, I’m just being honest,” Eric said, laughing too as he released his penis.

“Still,” Lucas objected, “not all girls are slutty like that. You can’t just wave your dick at them and, like, hypnotize them or whatever.”

Eric smirked. “Don’t think so, huh?”

“No way,” Lucas said confidently.

Eric just shrugged nonchalantly again. His hand crept back down to his crotch, holding his penis lightly, then said, “Hey, Daisy, I’m feeling kinda horny, why don’t you show me those perky tits of yours?”

Daisy’s mouth dropped open, stunned. Lucas objected, “Whoa, dude, what the fuck?”

Eric held his gaze with Daisy, still grasping his dick. “Come on, I want to see them.”

Daisy glanced down at Eric’s crotch, then looked over at Lucas. “Um, it’s just for fun, baby,” she told him as she sat up and grabbed the bottom of her halter top.

“Hey, no way, Daisy, come on,” Lucas objected, reaching out to stop her.

But it was too late. Daisy had lifted her top up, revealing her perfectly round, perky breasts. “God damn,” Eric said, grinning and continuing to rub at his now-stiffening penis. “I’ve seen a lot of tits in my day, and those are some of the best. Shake ’em around a little bit for me.” Daisy blushed and giggled, shaking her chest for Eric. She glanced over at Lucas, who just stared in stunned silence. “Okay, you can put them away for now,” Eric said.

Daisy brought her top back down, still blushing and giggling at what she had just done. She didn’t want to hurt Lucas, but she was also so excited. Eric was kind of right – she truly couldn’t resist his requests when he had asked her while grabbing his massive bulge like that.

“What the fuck, Daisy?” Lucas said to her angrily. “How could you do that?”

Eric scoffed. “Believe me now, dude?” he asked, somewhat tauntingly.

Lucas looked back at him. “Not cool, man,” he said softly.

Eric laughed. “Aw, come on, I was just proving my point after you doubted me. It’s all good. Daisy, go on, give your man a kiss to show him everything’s okay.”

Daisy leaned over and gave Lucas a peck on the cheek. “Yeah, baby, we’re just goofing around, don’t be mad.”

Lucas sighed, starting to feel like he was overreacting. “Whatever,” he said, then grabbed the joint off the coffee table. “I need another hit.”

They all laughed at this, and he began to relax again. Exhaling more smoothly this time, he passed the joint to Daisy, who took a hit and passed it to Eric. Eric’s hand touching hers sent a little jolt of electricity through her.

Lucas, still incredulous at Eric’s boasts even after his own girlfriend had flashed him, said, “So, like, I don’t get it, what do the guys do when you steal their girlfriends in front of them?”

“Who cares?” Eric joked, and they all laughed. “Nah, I mean, it depends on the guy. Most of them just slink off and go home and break up with their girlfriends the next day. A couple of them will pretend like they want to fight me, but, I mean, I’m a pretty big guy, all I really need to do is get up in their face and they realize they don’t stand a chance.” Lucas shook his head in amazement, thinking about how pathetic these guys sounded. “A lot of them, though, they’ll actually sit there and watch while I take their girls.”

“What?” Daisy asked in disbelief. “No way!”

“Swear to God,” Eric said. “I mean, they’ll keep objecting or whatever, acting like they’re trying to get their girlfriends to stop, even after they’ve started, like, sucking my dick and stuff. But really I think they just get off on watching. A few of them end up taking their dicks out and jerking off in the corner while I fuck their girls.”

Lucas and Daisy both burst out laughing. “Wow,” Lucas said, shaking his head, but also leaning forward in his seat a little, clearly interested.

“Hey, whatever floats your boat, right?” Eric said, laughing.

“Sounds like you do this a lot,” Daisy said.

Eric grinned. “Yeah, well…remember when I said it gets kinda boring when girls don’t ever say no to you?” They nodded. “This is sort of my way of making things more interesting.”

Lucas laughed. “Oh my god, I can’t believe it, those guys must be so…” Lucas paused and looked Eric up and down. “…submissive.”

Eric nodded, staring back at Lucas, then started rubbing at his crotch again. “To be honest, I steal guys’ girls a lot. I kind of get off on it.”

Lucas and Daisy now noticed a massive tent forming in his shorts. Lucas looked over at Daisy and saw her biting her lower lip as she stared. The mood in the room had suddenly shifted. Lucas shook his head a little and said nervously, “Well, okay, I think we’ve probably overstayed our welcome, we should get izmir escort back, right, Daisy?”

Daisy continued staring at Eric’s crotch for a few seconds, then glanced at Lucas, a mischievous look in her eyes. She turned back to Eric. “What kind of guy do you think Lucas is?”

Eric smirked, the tent in his shorts bouncing up and down. He looked at Lucas, sizing up his slim, toned, 90-pound body. Lucas sat there expectantly, even leaning back in his seat and showing off his lithe build. “Definitely the sit and watch type,” Eric said finally, looking back at Daisy. “Only question is whether he’ll end up jerking off in the corner.”

“Hey, come on, guys, very funny,” Lucas half-heartedly objected.. “Daisy, let’s go.”

Daisy looked at Eric. She didn’t know if it was the weed, or Eric’s confidence, or how hot he was, or how big his dick was, or all of those things put together, but she knew she was not going to be going home with Lucas that night. “Do you want us to leave, Eric?” she asked.

“No way,” Eric said, smiling confidently. “I’m having fun.”

Daisy smiled. “Me too.”

Lucas sighed. “Um, okay, I guess,” he said, trying to keep things calm. “…So, uh, what should we talk about now? You like video games?”

Eric scoffed a little, then there was a long silence while Eric slowly eyed Daisy up and down. “Take your top off,” he said simply.

Daisy smiled, then glanced at Lucas. They exchanged a long look, then Daisy looked back at Eric and didn’t hesitate to lift her halter top over her head.

“Lucas will hold it for you,” Eric said, staring at Daisy’s breasts.

Daisy giggled, then handed her top to Lucas. He took it, but said, “Daisy, come on, I dunno…”

“Baby, you heard what he said, no girl ever says no to him,” Daisy told him. “You really expect me to be able to resist?”

“Come stand in front of me and take your shorts off,” Eric told her.

Daisy stood and stepped between Eric’s spread legs, then unbuttoned her shorts and slowly wiggled out of them, revealing a pair of pink lacy panties. Eric smirked as he saw a wet spot had formed on them.

Behind her, Lucas stared at Daisy’s tight, round butt. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but his cock was stirring in his skinny jeans. He watched as Eric put his hands on Daisy’s legs, then slid them up her smooth thighs until he was lightly cupping her butt.

“Hey, come on, man, stop it,” Lucas objected. “Get your hands off of her.”

“That’s it, keep protesting,” Eric said. “It turns me on even more.” His hands moved up Daisy’s waist, then cupped her breasts and began playing with her pointy nipples. “Get on your knees,” he told Daisy.

She readily complied. Her hands slid up his muscular thighs and began rubbing his erection through his shorts.

Lucas kept trying to put this to a stop, even as his erection had grown to full strength and was straining against his jeans. “Daisy, come on, you can still stop. It’s okay, I forgive you for going this far, just stop now and we can-” Daisy, ignoring him, had pulled down the band of Eric’s shorts. His girthy, 8-inch cock popped out in Daisy’s face, stopping Lucas short in the middle of his protests. “Holy shit, look at that thing,” he said softly.

Daisy giggled, taking Eric’s cock gently in her small hand. She turned around to look at Lucas and said, “I guess Eric was right, you are the sit and watch type, huh?”

Lucas just swallowed, feeling himself turn red and break into a sweat. He couldn’t think of anything to say, and he felt frozen in place.

Daisy turned back around and looked up at Eric. “Go on, you know what to do,” Eric told her. She smiled, then started gently tonguing the tip of his cock, then licking it up and down, and finally wrapping her lips around it and sucking. At first she could only get a little more than halfway down, but Eric gently guided her head with his hands until she was expertly deepthroating the whole thing, releasing it from her mouth every few sucks to catch a breath.

“Damn, your girl is a fucking pro,” Eric said. He swiftly pulled his tank top over his head and tossed it at Lucas. It landed on Lucas’s head and just dangled there for a second before Lucas absentmindedly pulled it off, unable to take his eyes off of what was happening.

Daisy stopped sucking for a few seconds to look up at Eric’s amazingly toned chest and abs. His chest had some fuzzy hair that helped show off the shape of his muscular pecs, and a very sexy, light trail of hair led down the middle of his abs. “Oh my god, your body is so perfect,” Daisy said, letting her hands slide up and down his stomach and chest. “No wonder girls never say no to you.”

“Get back to sucking my cock,” Eric said. “But give your boyfriend a little booty shake, we don’t want him to feel totally abandoned, do we?”

Daisy giggled. Wrapping her lips around the head of Eric’s cock, she brought her ass in the air and shook it.

Lucas stared at his girlfriend’s perfect butt and knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold back from taking the next step. Quietly, trying not to attract attention, he unbuttoned and slowly unzipped his skinny jeans, then wiggled them down his narrow waist so he could pull his 6-inch erection out. Wordlessly, he licked his hand and started stroking himself.

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I should have known that it would get out of hand. I get carried away you see. What happened was this:

It was coming up to Christmas and Dave, my husband, and I said we could do with some extra cash. Then I saw the ad in the local paper for photographic models. The local amateur club were auditioning young women for nude work. I phoned, the pay was good, I went along for my interview and got the job. I didn’t tell Dave at first – I wasn’t sure he would approve. I told him I was going out with my girl friends.

It was actually quite boring: three hours of sitting or lying in various poses for minutes on end while they fiddled with lighting and lenses. I found that I was quite disappointed when the session ended. All of the poses had been side on or with my legs up to hide my pussy so that all the pictures were extremely impersonal; artistic but not erotic. I don’t know what I’d expected – gang banging? mass lechery? Anyway, I was paid and walked to my car having been booked for the same time the next week. All very harmless.

During that week I found myself reappraising my body. I exercised every morning and, the evening before my next session, shaved my armpits, my legs, and trimmed and shaped my pussy hair. That evening we went through the same routine as before. One or two of the members had changed and there were now ten; nine men and just one of the women. At nine o’clock, with an hour still to go, the woman packed up and left. This wasn’t unusual as the previous week she, and one or two of the men had left before the end. Now, though, it struck me that I was naked and alone with seven men looking at me. This is the stuff fantasies are made of and lying there stretching my body for them I started to daydream.

Whereas my tits had behaved themselves this week so far, they now stood erect as I imagined various members of my audience with enormous erections, unable to control themselves at the sight of my body stretched and sinuous. I felt terribly naughty and, as I was asked to change poses, gebze escort I let my legs drift apart as I turned, briefly giving them a full frontal of my pussy lips.

I saw an eyebrow twitch but that was it. There was the usual mass of clicking as they took the required shot. Then that was it for another week. By now, of course, we had had two weeks of conversation and got to know each other so I got up and, still naked, walked amongst the cameramen to get a cup of coffee and admire their (camera) equipment. After my earlier prank I wasn’t in any particular hurry to get away – I felt like teasing them a bit longer.

One or two left quite quickly and left me with just five photographers. I asked how many different poses they could take before they ran out and was met with a barrage of technical answers about lighting and film. Ugh! “You’re never tempted to take naughty shots like in the men’s magazines then?” I asked.

I was met by a horrified look from two of them and an expression as if I’d been sacrilegious. But the others grinned and admitted they’d love to but had never had the courage to ask a model to pose that way. It would have been too easy to volunteer now! I decided to prolong their misery and said simply “Oh.”

I finished my coffee and strolled away from them to get dressed – making sure that my hips rolled in what I hoped was a tempting way. As I was again walked to my car my escort – in as calm a voice as I think he could find – asked if I could stay for an extra hour the next week… at overtime rates of course! “Yes, of course”, I replied innocently, although both of us knew that it would be far from innocent!

The next week, the usual three hours of impersonal poses passed very slowly. I behaved myself but all the time was wondering what sort of display would be called for later and my tits spent most of the evening taut and prominent as a result. At ten o’clock, Alan, the one that had walked me out last week, spoke to me quietly and explained that gümüşhane escort “only a few of them” would be staying for the extra hour, by which I understood that the rest hadn’t been told that things would get a bit hotter. I drank my coffee slowly, watching who was leaving and who was packing up very slowly. Eventually only the five that had shared our conversation the last week were left. One went and locked the door and Alan said “We’d like to show you something.” With that he took out a number of top shelf magazines from his bag and showed me where he’d put little post-its in.

We started at the first one where the model was bending over with her back to the camera, her straight legs framing her pussy lips while she peeked round and pouted at the camera. Then, other poses followed. What surprised – and disappointed me was that I felt just as impersonal about these new poses as I had about the “artistic” ones.

Then, after about forty minutes, the guys were discussing the next pose so I idly picked up one of the magazines and started to read the confessions section. BLOODY HELL! My nips thrust upwards, my fanny contracted and I started tingling all over. Then, in the midst of my reverie, I was asked to take up the next pose. As they sat me down facing the camera I decided that a bit of “free expression” was in order. I said:

“Look, this is all a bit dull for me. I’ve been looking at some of those pictures. Why don’t I just move about and you snap away as I do. You’ll get more variety and I won’t get bored.”

There was a general murmur and a few shrugged shoulders and I moved to the radio/tape player and turned up the smoochy tape that one of the lads had put on. Then I went back to the podium and stood there in the middle.

Slowly, I spread my feet apart. I ran my hands up my hips and tummy, pushing my boobs upward as I rolled my nipples in my fingers then letting my breasts bounce clear as I threw my head back, my lips slightly apart and my eyes smouldering izmir escort at the cameras.

This was more like it! I ran my hands up though my long hair, holding it above my head as I turned my body to the left and right. Then, sinking to my knees, I leaned back so that my hair hung down behind me and my breasts pointed up to the ceiling, my mons proud between my thighs. Slowly, I spread my thighs apart and ran my hand down my belly towards my pubic hair. It’s at this point that the poses became even too much for those magazines.

I was well gone now; I ran my fingers deep into my bush, my other hand coming up to cup my left breast. I pushed my thighs further apart so that the cameras could see my fingers working my labia.

Grabbing a large cushion, I leaned back, slipped my legs from under me and placed my feet wide apart and flat on the floor. I leaned hard on my shoulders, raising my bottom off the floor as I stirred my finger into the syrup of my vagina. I moved my other hand down and, holding my lips apart, slowly inserted the fore and index fingers of my right hand into my gushing fanny. Slowly, at first, I pushed in and withdrew, rubbing my clitoris back and forth. Then, as I closed my eyes and licked my lips, I increased my pace. I thought about my audience, imagined their erections and heard the frenetic clicking of shutters and I managed to bring myself off.

My hips bucked and I cried out, thrusting my fist as far up me as it would go. Then, as I came out of my reverie, I heard the odd click of a shutter as the guys moved around me taking shots of my glowing, trembling body.

I opened my eyes and looked up – straight into a lens as it clicked. I grinned; “That alright then?” I asked huskily. My answer was a block booking for the next two months!

I know it’s going to go further. I just can’t help it; I need something new to turn me on. I want them to photo me being fucked. I once saw close up pictures of a penis entering a cunt and I want to do that; I just don’t know a man who will volunteer to have his prick on film.

Incidentally, don’t be concerned about Dave. He gets wonderful sex when I get home. I have a quick swill of gin as I arrive home and blame my sexed up state on the booze. He now actively encourages me to go out on a Thursday night!

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Something a little different – I hope you will all enjoy.

***

Teddy sat, high on the wardrobe, looking down into the room. He had the best view of the room. It was a large room, for a modern house, but this house was different to the others in the close. The house started life as one half of a semi-detached pair. When the neighbours were repossessed, the chance to double the size of the house was too good to resist. The two ‘K’s’, as their friends know them, snapped up the property. They had started the alterations almost immediately.

The room that Teddy looked down into now, was the result of the first and most important alteration. They had knocked out a dividing wall and made the main bedroom double size. The large windows along the south wall were draped with heavy, lined curtains. During the day, they excluded all light if necessary. When the curtains were pulled open the light, net curtains against the double-glazed windows ensured good lighting without impinging on the essential privacy. Positioned, as it was, at the end of the small close, neither the grounds nor the windows were overlooked by other properties. Teddy sat on the narrow wardrobe to the left hand side of the north wall with a door further to the left. The right hand side of the north was a mirror image, together with its own teddy.

Teddy looked down into the room. Beneath the large window was a dressing table with a polished wooden top, sets of drawers at each end and a long, tilting mirror fixed to the back. Teddy could see the large bed, placed exactly in the centre of the room, reflected in the mirror.

The bed, a super king size, was surrounded by four feet of clear space on all four sides. The pillows were scatter cushions placed carefully in the centre of the floral patterned quilt cover. The walls to left and right had fitted wardrobes with full length mirror doors. The wall where Teddy sat had a wardrobe at each end and a large mirror fixed between, above a set of drawers. Teddy sat on top of the left-hand wardrobe. There was a large mirror, on the ceiling, above the bed.

Dotted about the room were easy chairs, they were decorated with other Teddies, large and small. Teddies were arranged along the top of the wardrobes and sitting on the top of the dressing table and the chests of drawers. There seemed to be dozens of them. Any visitor would think that it was a shrine to the humble teddy.

Teddy watched. She moved about the room, naked. She hummed a little hum as she flicked through the items of clothing in the main wardrobe. She had entered only moments before, a towel wrapped around herself and called, “Good Morning, Teddies, I have a treat for you all, this morning!”

The Teddies remained silent.

All the Teddies watched as the woman caressed her own breasts. They were large and wonderfully full. She lifted the tips towards her mouth and ran her tongue over the nipples. She murmured softly to herself.

“What to dress them in? Something to lift them high and emphasis their sweetness and fullness. Something to encourage a gentle fondling, gentle kisses and…” She sighed at the thought.

She selected the white teddy corset that she had recently brought and that K had modified for her. He was very clever with his hands. The top simply rested under her full breasts and lifted them whilst leaving all of the beautiful shape exposed and enhanced. Just wearing it made her nipples erect.

The bottom had been carefully altered also. The material was now cut high to her hips, just creeping over her waist. The front was cut very tight and narrow. The thin scrap of material emphasised her swollen sex rather than hid it. Downy, soft pussy hair peeped sexily from either side. The back was equally skimpy and enhanced the kahramanmaraş escort perfection of her full, rounded bottom. The lacing at the front pulled her body to the very sexy hourglass figure that men so loved of beautiful women.

The woman stepped back from the mirror, the better to see herself, full length, raised her hands above her head and pirouetted slowly. She watched the effect in all the mirrors as she turned. The Teddies also watched. They showed their own appreciation of her beauty, silently and without movement.

Black stockings were added and the woman had just finished clipping the last suspender as the doorbell chimed.

The woman took a last lingering look at the image of sexy perfection in the mirrors, winked at Teddy with a long slow droop of the eyelid, blew him a kiss and said. “Be right back darling!” She picked up the lace gown and threw it over her shoulders. She left, all was still and silent and the Teddies stopped watching the empty room.

The door opened, again, the movement immediately woke the Teddies from their slumber.

“Say hello to the Teddies,” she instructed the young man as she re-entered the room. She led him towards the window side of the bed.

“Hello, Teddies.”

He was a young man, not much more than 20 years old, at most. It looked as if he only needed to shave once a month. Blonde, gold framed spectacles, T shirt, loose jogging pants and trainers. Not a bad catch, Teddy might have thought.

The young man did not look around the room. He did not even see the Teddies watching him. He saw only the beautiful, large, swollen breasts resting on the material of the corset. They rose and fell with such provocation as the woman breathed. He reached up his hand tentatively and ran his finger over the swelling mound of the woman’s right breast.

She murmured soft encouragement and Teddy watched as her hand felt up his thigh and stroked against his crotch. The young man looked into her eyes as, emboldened by his desire and the woman’s hand on his cock, he brought his other hand into play. He stroked around both exposed breasts. Down across the nipples, which he rolled between finger and thumb, then beneath each breast. He cupped each perfect orb of her wonderful breasts in his hands and bent his head toward them.

“I would like to rest my cock between your marvellous tits, and fuck them!” he said with such conviction that the woman knew that she would be washing her corset later that day, much later.

She reached inside the waistband of his joggers. His cock was ready for her. She felt it straining. The head was wet with his lubricant. She removed her hand, briefly and the young man let out an happy groan.

“Patience,” the woman said kindly. “Everything comes to he who waits, and you shall cum, believe me!”

She pulled his T-shirt over his head and slipped her gown from her shoulders. The woman placed a hand on each of his hips and knelt before him. She worked his joggers and knickers down as if they were one item of clothing. Slowly she exposed his throbbing manhood. It stood to attention, eager to feel the warmth of the woman’s body wrapped around it.

She did not keep him waiting any longer. The woman parted her lips and sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. She opened wider and fed the length down her throat. The young man made noises of pleasure as she worked her mouth up and down his length. With each stroke she removed his knob end completely, licked around the purple top, licked her lips and slipped it back inside. Her hand stroked all the time.

The young man moaned, loud. His sighs of pleasure filled the room as he rocked his hips back and forth to encourage her to take more of his length, and faster. kastamonu escort He rested his hands on her head, just in case she wanted to stop. She didn’t!

The woman worked on his cock with a passion. Every time she removed it fully, then slid it in slowly and lovingly. She made the same noises of pleasure as the young man made as she sucked.

She felt his spunk building and increased her speed. She felt him coming and opened her mouth. She held his cock an inch from her open mouth and stroked his cock. The young man groaned as he spurted his seed into her mouth. She put her lips back around the pulsing weapon and sucked greedily.

“I hope there’s more where that came from!” she said with a mischievous grin.

“Oh yes, I have gallons for you and I can last forever.” he replied with the confidence of youth.

The woman smiled. “You will leave here as limp as an old dish rag, but very satisfied” she thought to herself.

She still held his cock and was pleased to discover that it had remained reasonably hard.

“Eat me!” she said.

She lay back on the bed. She remained in her corset. He might want to remove it for her, when he was ready to fuck her tits but she hoped he would not.

Obediently he knelt between her open legs and eased the thin strip of material away from her wet pussy. He looked at it. He studied it. He slowly ran his finger down the length of the inviting, sweet smelling pussy. The woman parted her legs further. Her pussy lips parted exposing the soft shining flesh of her sex.

He moved his finger up and down her pussy in little zigzag movements. First, he teased one side, then the other. He slipped his finger deep into her and sighed as he felt her powerful muscles, clamp onto it.

Slowly he worked first one finger then two into her. She wriggled under his touch. He looked up, saw Teddy watching him. The young man smiled at the bear and moved his head into the woman’s crotch. The first brush of his tongue against her labia was rewarded with a long loud,

“Ohhhhhhhhhh, yesssssss,” from the woman.

She moved and twisted under his eager mouth. He sucked, licked, and teased with his tongue. All the time his fingers probed deep inside her with surprising skill.

The woman urged him to greater effort, loudly and vigorously.

“Suck my clit into your mouth, tease it with your tongue. Oh my god, that is fantastic. Higher, lower, deeper, more.”

The young man responded with the eagerness of youth. Normally he had to work hard to get inside a girls knickers. It was often impossible to get his cock anywhere near a young pussy. The girls seldom said anything while he fucked them. Now he had a woman! One that not only enjoyed the sex but also let him know of her enjoyment, loudly and energetically. He endeavoured to give her as much pleasure as he was able.

“Use your thumb on me, slip it deep into my cunt. Thumb fuck me!”

Dutifully he did as he was told, sliding out his dripping fingers he inserted his thumb. The shape and angle were so much different that he was working different parts of her pussy. His fingers, unsure what to do whilst he stroked deep inside her with his thumb, brushed against her anus.

“Yes please! Slide it into my bum.”

She relaxed her muscles and the young man was delighted to discover another inviting hole that he could probe. The wet from her pussy still lubricated his finger and it slid inside her bum easily. He could feel his thumb on the other side of the thin membrane and rubbed finger and thumb together.

“Eat my pussy, fuck my cunt with your thumb, finger fuck my arse. God that feels so very fucking good.”

Suddenly the woman came. Her body twisted and turned as the young man tried to kayseri escort continue to please her. She held onto his head, to help him stay in place as she came, and came and came. She was noisy in her orgasm. She was energetic. Teddy and his friends had no doubt that she had come. She told them so, in strong Anglo-Saxon terms.

She recovered, slowly. When the young man had removed his head from her crotch and his digits from her various pleasure orifices she carefully held the lips of her pussy apart and invitingly to him.

“Stroke me, very gently until I recover, then, fuck my tits. Pour your spunk all over them and cover my neck and try to spurt it into my mouth, please.”

“It will be my pleasure!”

He stroked for a few minutes. Slowly he stood up. His cock was nearly rock hard. The woman took it in her hands and gently teased it to full splendour. She moved up onto the bed and adjusted her position. The Teddies had a good view.

The young man knelt over her, his rod stood proud and upright. He lent forward and the woman eased it down between her beautiful, big tits. She pushed each one up to completely bury the young man’s cock. It had disappeared into her glorious cleavage.

He rocked forward and the purple head thrust between the upper swelling. The woman felt his lubrication oozing from the little hole and wetting her breasts. She sighed aloud with pleasure. He rocked back and forth. Each time he protruded from the top. Each time he nearly plopped out from the bottom. All the time he soaked her with his desire until he could contain himself no longer.

“I’m sorry, I cannot hold out any longer.”

So saying he spunked, hard. The woman felt his cock throb as he pushed faster between the breasts. As his cock peeped from the top he squired his first load. It covered her chest, neck and hit the underside of her chin. He drew back a little and she felt the warm slippery liquid ooze between her breasts. She moaned and encouraged him loudly.

“Come on lover, spunk all over me, soak me with your cum. Harder, faster.”

The young man drove himself rapidly between her tits. Never had he felt such pleasure as fucking these beautiful orbs. Even when he was fully spent he kept rocking back and forth, wrapped in warm welcoming flesh that was soaked with his own cum.

He had to stop eventually and the woman let his cock go from between her tits. He looked down at her spunk cover body and slowly rubbed his fingers through the white slippery liquid. He offered her a taste and was delighted when she nearly bit his fingers off in her eagerness.

“Let’s fuck!”

They rested a few minutes then she took him in her mouth and made him stiff again.

“Doggy fashion.”

She bent over and presented her cunt to him. He knelt up behind her and entered without any difficulty at all. He watched himself in the mirrors and looked at all the teddies. He had a wonderful feeling that they were watching his very move and light heartedly blew them kisses as he slid in and out of her hole. She continued to make loud noises of her pleasure and direct the way in which he fucked her.

The young man thought that he had found nirvana such was the woman’s obvious pleasure.

He came, for the third time in an hour and collapsed on the bed. The woman had made noises of her coming but the young man was too exhausted to know if they were real or not.

After recovering he dressed, gave the woman a final parting stroke between her legs, probing her wet pussy as he did so and left.

The woman showered quickly, she had a busy afternoon ahead of her.

“Hello, Darling, busy day?” she asked when K returned from the city.

“Not too bad, and you?”

“Come and sit down, I have a treat for you!”

She lead him into the lounge and sat him on the large couch in front of the giant TV screen.

She pressed the remote control.

A picture crept onto the screen, accompanied by the title:-

“Say hello to the Teddies,”

“Hello, Teddies.” came the young man’s voice from the TV.

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My explanation of the Law of Conservation of Energy was interrupted once again by the sudden distinct snap of elastic against skin, a quick shriek, and another round of giggles. I started to turn to see what was going on in the living room, when Rachel grabbed my arm. “Don’t mind them. They’re doing this just to bother me.”

***

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted a second date with Rachel, obviously. I wanted an opportunity to try again – to pick up on the cues this time. I had been kicking myself ever since I had dropped her off at work after our first date. Stupid, stupid! Why didn’t I ask her about her roommates? Why didn’t I ask about the toys she clearly left out on purpose (she left them out on purpose, right?)? Why didn’t I compliment her body when she changed in front of me? Why didn’t I make a move when she cuddled up next to me? Worst of all, the only correct response to a girl telling you she doesn’t have a gag reflex is some variation of “I don’t believe you.” Is it too late to try that? Could I go up to her next time I pick up a package and say, “Hey, remember when you told me you enjoy giving blowjobs? Well what I should’ve told you is that I enjoy receiving blowjobs.” For some reason, I don’t think that will work as well in the daylight as it would’ve in her bedroom. Stupid!

What was worse was that I still had to see Rachel all the time. I had ordered so many packages just to have excuses to talk to her, and now they were all arriving. I thought about leaving them there to pile up, but I was afraid they’d be returned to sender after a few days, and they were actually kinda expensive. I tried to go when Rachel wouldn’t be there, but the package room was only open for limited hours and it seemed that Rachel was working all of them. So, there I was, three times a week, trying to ask my crush for a blowjob, while desperately trying to not talk to her at all for fear of ruining my chances at a second date. It was not going well.

“And so that’s why I think Next Generation is better than Deep Space Nine.” I found myself saying. I wasn’t sure how long I had been talking. Or how long I had been looking at Rachel’s cleavage instead of her face.

“I hear what you’re saying,” Rachel answered plainly. “But what I asked was whether you knew anything about thermodynamics and wave phenomena.”

“Oh…” I looked up into Rachel’s hazel eyes, which had clearly been watching me get lost in her tits. She seemed more amused than angry though. For the first time today, I noticed she had dyed her hair brown and styled it like Rachel McAdams’s character in Game Night. “Umm, well I…”

“Stop.” Rachel instructed me. “I think your soliloquies on nerd stuff are adorable, and I happen to agree about Picard being the better captain. But I don’t think either of us have time right now for you to try to answer me again with only half your brain working. So, I’m gonna assume that yes, you are good at physics and that yes, you would love to help me with my homework. 8:00 at my apartment again?”

I nodded silently, afraid that any big movements on my part might push the stars and planets out of alignment and I’d lose my second shot with trabzon escort Rachel.

“Great! By the way, my roommates will probably be home tonight, so get your mind out of the gutter before you come over. In fact, maybe give yourself a little stress relief at 7:30 so you can be ready to concentrate when you get to my place.”

I didn’t know what to make of that. I nodded silently again, took my package, and walked away from Rachel without a word. My awkwardness hurt me, but I thought it was safer than trying to be cool.

***

After pacing in the hall for three minutes, I knocked on Rachel’s door at 8:00 sharp. The door swung open and I found myself face to face with my crush, dressed down for a casual night of studying. She was wearing what looked like a short-sleeved, silk button-up shirt and matching silk pants. Both pieces were light grey, patterned with little Enterprises, Spock Hands, and the words “Boldly Go.” Rachel was barefoot and based on the way her nipples poked through the shirt, I guessed she wasn’t wearing a bra.

“Welcome! I’m so glad you’re here! There’s pizza in the kitchen, help yourself. Oh, these are my roommates: Stephanie and Isabelle.” As she led me into her apartment, Rachel gestured toward the living room sectional couch, where her roommates waved to me in turn.

Stephanie was tall, blonde, and beautiful. She looked like Alice Eve, but maybe 6’1″. She even had heterochromia! She had the friendliest smile as she wiggled her fingers at me. Stephanie was wearing a tight yoga top and yoga pants.

Isabelle was short, brunette, and adorable. She looked like Penelope Cruz, but only 5’3″. She seemed excited to see me as she waved frantically at me, before turning to laugh with Stephanie. Isabelle was wearing a sports bra and short gym shorts.

Both roommates were extremely fit. I seemed to remember Rachel mentioning that her roommates were both athletes on the school teams. I think Stephanie did some sort of track and field, and Isabelle was on the soccer team maybe?

Rachel caught me eyeing her roommates. I couldn’t help but remember what Rachel had let slip last time I was here: that her roommates had hooked up on that very couch they were sitting on now. Rachel jabbed me in the ribs. “Hey! It’s study time, remember?” Then quieter, so only I could hear her, “Did you take my advice about… stress relief?”

I spoke for the first time since entering the apartment. “I did, but I don’t know if it worked. I drank some herbal tea, I listened to some classical music, and I tried to breathe deeply. But I’m still pretty nervous around you.” I admitted.

Rachel stared at me dumbstruck. “That’s not…I meant…Okay, well, I guess we’ll just have to deal with it. Here, you sit here.” She directed me to a chair at the kitchen table, where I’d have my back to the roommates. Rachel sat down at a 90 degree angle from me. “This’ll be fine,” she continued. “We’re all here to study. They have exams coming up too. The little minxes aren’t even really lesbians; that was just a one-time, random, experimentation.” Rachel seemed to be rambling to herself now.

I could tell she tunceli escort was stressed about her physics class, so I gathered up my resolve, opened her book, and dove in.

***

We got through about an hour of studying, and I felt like we were making progress. But Rachel kept looking over my shoulder toward the living room. I started hearing giggles coming from that direction, but I tried to keep us on topic. My responsibility was to help Rachel; I couldn’t also worry about whatever her roommates were supposed to be studying.

My explanation of the Law of Conservation of Energy was interrupted once again by the sudden distinct snap of elastic against skin, a quick shriek, and another round of giggles. I started to turn to see what was going on in the living room, when Rachel grabbed my arm. “Don’t mind them. They’re doing this just to bother me.”

“Doing what just to bother you? It’s just difficult to concentrate with them here. What are they studying for?” I whispered to Rachel.

Rachel stared over my shoulder and answered without looking at me, “Anatomy, it seems like.”

“That’s an awful lot of giggling for study time.”

“They just love to distract me. And I think they’re excited to have you here to distract too.”

I tried to continue my explanation, but I couldn’t pull Rachel’s focus back to physics. “Do we need to take a break?” I asked her.

Rachel finally looked back at me, her hazel eyes gleaming. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I think I owe you. You’ve done me a favor; I think our agreement was that I’d do you a favor back?” My eyes darted quickly to Rachel’s chest as she began to unbutton her silk pajama top. As her 30G boobs came into view with her erect nipples staring into my eyes, I started to reach for one. “No, no, not tonight. Tonight, I’m doing you a favor.” And with that, Rachel slipped to her knees under the kitchen table.

Without the obligation to help Rachel study, I could focus more on the sounds coming from around the room. Behind me, I could hear the unmistakable sound of making out. I wasn’t sure where to look. On the one hand, I had a busty, now-brunette angel on her knees fiddling with my zipper. On the other hand, I needed to know what her not-lesbian roommates were doing to each other on that couch.

Rachel made my decision for me when her delicate hand slipped my cock out of my jeans and her tongue made contact with the base of my shaft. I had fantasized about this moment for too long and I wouldn’t miss it for the world. As Rachel suckled on the head of my dick, she grabbed my jeans and boxers and pulled them the rest of the way down my legs. She trailed her tongue down the underside of my shaft until her lips reached my balls. She sucked one in as she turned her attention to untangling my pants from my feet and tossing them aside. Free of that obstruction, Rachel shimmied forward until her knees were on the ground between my feet and then she really got to work.

Meanwhile, from behind me, I could hear moans of pleasure and the slurping of juices. I wondered who was eating whom, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from Rachel’s. She had one hand uşak escort holding my knee for balance while the other hand twisted on the base of my dick. Her head bobbed up and down in my lap. Still, she never broke eye contact. Her mouth was so soft and warm and it felt luxurious. I loved watching my dick disappear between her bright red lips. Her lipstick left red smears all over my shaft. From one moment to the next, I cycled between disbelief at how deep she was taking me, doubt at my own memory of the previous moment, awe at the evidence of the lipstick stains around my base, and then euphoria as Rachel repeated her attack.

Rachel would build me up toward the verge of orgasm, but then stop before I hit the point of no return. She kept me as hard as I’d ever been and she seemed to know exactly where my limits were. Her eyes were watching mine and responding to every tiny reaction I gave. It was like she was tracking my heartbeat by watching the fluttering of my pupils.

From the living room, I could hear two distinct sets of moans building and building in concert with each other. When the sounds reached a crescendo of ecstasy, Rachel suddenly slammed her face down until her nose poked into my pelvis. She had my entire dick lodged in her throat, and I could feel her neck muscles massaging me and pulling my cum from me. With a groan, I came along with the two roommates I couldn’t see, depositing my load directly into Rachel’s throat.

When I’d finished ejaculating, Rachel slowly drew her mouth off my cock, cleaning it with her tongue along the way. She finally removed the head with a small pop. Rachel licked her lips and smiled at me. While still kneeling under the table, my half-hard dick still pointing half-heartedly at her face, Rachel looked up at me. “Delicious,” she declared simply. “I can tell you didn’t give yourself any stress relief before coming over here.” She blushed slightly. “Good job hanging on as long as you did.” She seemed nervous to admit, “Like I said, I love sucking cock. I hate when it’s over too quickly. I’m sorry about my roommates. They just love to spoil my fun.”

I heard giggling and turned finally to catch a glimpse of her roommates. The two of them were holding hands and running down the hall toward one of their bedrooms. I only saw their asses, but the view confirmed they played for one of the school teams.

Rachel got herself out from under the table, retrieved her shirt from I don’t know where, and began buttoning it back up. “I think we’ve done enough work for one night. Do you think you could finish up my homework for me? I understand it all a lot better now, and I just think filling it out would be a bit tedious.”

I nodded serenely.

“Great!” Rachel exclaimed. Next thing I knew, she was handing me my backpack and thanking me for my help tonight. I felt myself being pushed toward the exit, so I took my leave, grateful for the mind-blowing blowjob. “Maybe next time we can study at your place. I can be loud and distracting too. I’ll make you a king amongst your neighbors.” She shut the door behind me.

I stumbled off sheepishly toward my car, carrying my backpack. Tonight couldn’t have gone any better. Except, of course, I would’ve liked to have been sat in a different chair where I could’ve watched her roommates. Maybe I’ll request that next time. It wasn’t until I pulled into my parking lot at home that I realized I’d left my jeans and my boxers at Rachel’s.

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