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Jaina and her two submissives Josie and Anna cuddled together in bed. Besides the collars marking the submissives, they were completely bare. Having barely drifted off after their adventure they were jolted awake by the sudden blaring of the fire alarm in the dorm. Jaina sat up quickly, throwing off the blanket, and grabbing her two pets by the hand she dragged them out into the hall. There they joined the queue of people shuffling out in front of the dorm.

Once outside the three quickly drew some attention. While many had been caught wearing less than normal since it was the middle of the night it seemed most were at least covered up. So the beautiful vixens standing at the edge of the crowd completely naked and on display stood out. Especially considering Jaina was holding their hands and discouraging them from covering up.

“But Jaina, everyone can see us.” Josie said huskily. Her thighs rubbed together as she almost did a little dance. Her nipples pebbled in excitement as she kept her eyes mostly facing down. While she would never have done this to herself, being dominated by Jaina to do it turned her on immensely. The last few days having her clothing restricted and being forced to display herself to multiple people had been almost liberating in a way.

“Yes they can. And I can already see how much you like it. Now keep your hands down. I wouldn’t want you playing with yourself right now. I’m not sure people are ready for you to just jill off in public yet.” Jaina smirked, jutting her own chest out. Being an exhibitionist and dominant it was empowering to be able to display herself completely bare with a convenient excuse. Even more so to do the same to her two submissives. After all, it wasn’t her fault the fire alarm had gone off.

Anna however was very new to all this experience and while ceding control to Jaina had been an incredible turn on most of the last few hours had been in a haze of arousal. Now standing outside bare and collared in front of all her dorm mates she panicked. “Jaina, I can’t do this. We live with these people. We have to go back and get something to cover up!”

Jaina turned to her and kissed her on the forehead. “It’s ok little pet. They can’t blame you for putting safety over modesty. What were you supposed to do, pick out an outfit while a potential fire raged around you? Besides, it pleases me for them to see you. They’re going to just have to get used to it as you’ll be wearing these outfits a lot.”

Just then someone shuffled through the crowd and joined them. She appeared kilis escort meek and a bit nerdy with short hair and large glasses. Two hands cupped her large breasts, still barely covering them. Her only clothing besides the glasses was a purple pair of boy short panties. “Oh my goodness, y’all too? I was laying in bed and the alarm just shocked me. I didn’t even think twice before racing out front half naked. I was so embarrassed. Why aren’t y’all covering up though?”

Jaina released the hands of her two submissives. Josie clasped hers behind her back, pushing her chest out and biting her lip, obviously enjoying the exposure. Anna’s arms lay dangling at her sides, her hands clasping and unclasping in fists as she tried to take in the sensory overload. Jaina stepped forward and enveloped the new girl in a hug, rubbing her back. “It’s ok. Like I told them no one can blame you. You wear what’s comfortable to bed and if that means showing a little skin during an evacuation it’s not your fault. Besides, you’re beautiful. I’m Jaina, what’s your name?”

“Ed… Edna. I mean they can’t blame us I suppose but I’m not sure about showing any more skin than I already am.”

A mischievous spark appeared in Jaina’s eyes. She stepped back, grabbing Edna’s wrists, pulling them away from her chest, and pinning them down and away from her. “Nonsense. You’re lovely and this is your home. You should be comfortable.”

Edna’s eyes widened as her hands were peeled away. Her large breasts were suddenly exposed to the whole dorm. Surprisingly to her though, her first response was not embarrassment. Having the control over her exposure ceded to someone else caused her skin to flush. Her nipples hardened immediately which also attracted attention since they were thick and long, standing out prominently. As she slowly processed her exposure and arousal, a small wet patch began to spread on her panties. “But… but… my boobs… everyone can see them! All the boys in the dorm can see my nipples!”

“Pet, they don’t mind. They’re glorious and I’m willing to bet all of them – and some of the girls – have been imagining what they’d look like since you got here.”

Looking around Edna noticed many admiring gazes. Then a slight panic as she also saw among them several phones recording her unveiling. “Oh my god, they’re recording me. Please, let me go!” Although her words didn’t match actions. Instead of fighting Jaina she too began squirming in heat.

Jaina did release her hands, but wrapped her arms around her stomach kırklareli escort lightly. Edna’s arms were pinned but she could have easily slipped them up to cover herself. Instead she just bit her lip as Jaina slowly turned her to face the people nearby, sliding her hands up slowly to cup Edna’s breasts, almost showcasing them. Whispering in her ear “I can, but I don’t think you want me to. Look how turned on you are. You could fight against me but you’re enjoying this, just like my little pets. And why wouldn’t you. Your tits are amazing. You shouldn’t cover them up. You should show them off to the world any chance you get. Look at the power you have over them. Any one of them you desire would worship your body. All you’d have to do is pick one. Or several if you desire. Admit it, you’re wet with arousal. They all know, they can see how soaked your panties are. Maybe we should take them off so you can be more comfortable.”

Edna gasped at this idea, her body quivering. She was a good girl. She’d never even sent a naughty picture to her old boyfriends, not that there were many of them. She’d always dressed modestly. Now she was on display, obviously aroused, and inspiring appreciative lust. Conflicting thoughts raced through her mind but the desire did spark feelings of empowerment. If her body could cause this much ardor maybe she should embrace it. “I… I can’t. I’m too shy. But… I couldn’t stop you from doing it, now could I? You have me at a disadvantage.”

Jaina’s smirk grew wider, she was going to like this girl. “I do, don’t I? You’re practically a deer in headlights. No one could blame either of us if all your shivering caused me to slip…” And just like that, Jaina pretended to stumble, her hands sliding down and inside Edna’s panties whisking them to the ground before her shoulders nudged into her, propelling Edna forward.

Edna suddenly felt cool air on her pussy as she was bumped forward, stepping out of her panties and spreading her legs wider for balance. Her admirers eyes went wide this time, taking in this well bosomed goddess as she presented all of herself for them. Their lust drove her arousal and she fell back slightly into the arms of Jaina, her toes curling, as an orgasm traveled through her. Shuddering, eyes half closed, she panted before whispering “That was amazing. Thank you so much.”

“Anytime. Although it looks like the drill is over, people are heading in. Let’s go.” Jaina led Edna towards the door and away from her last covering, abandoned in the karabük escort grass. Anna and Josie followed.

At the door an older student stood with her hands on her hips. “What are you all doing, you can’t be running around here naked. I’m the RA, give me your names and room numbers, you’re all in big trouble.”

Before the girls could even react, Evan slid up next to Jaina and rubbed her arm softly. “Don’t worry, I got this.” Turning to the RA he took on a serious tone. “Actually, they can. First, this state is a top free state. So any gender can be topless anywhere it’s not explicitly forbidden. Which brings me to the second point, the campus actually doesn’t forbid it. In fact, it’s only mention of clothing is when protective clothing must be worn – like in labs or for certain sports. So since the campus is private land and they don’t require clothing outside of those contexts students can actually be nude anywhere and anytime else on campus. It’s why the campus streak used to be tolerated – there’s actually no rule against it.”

The RA blustered for a minute before waving her hands. “Fine. If you all want to run around showing everyone your bits, that’s on you!” And she stormed away.

Jaina turned to Evan and embraced him before pulling back and giving her a smoldering kiss. “That was brilliant. Is that actually true?”

“100%. I looked into it after your comments the other day. I just hadn’t had a chance to tell you that you could run around the dorm naked if you wanted. Or class, the cafeteria and even any of the games on campus – as long as you’re a spectator and not a player at least.”

“Well. You deserve another reward for that. You’re coming to our room tonight so I can take care of that. Come on pets. Edna, it was a pleasure meeting you. You’re welcome in our room anytime – although from now on you should know that all girls have to be completely bare inside. I hope we see more of you soon.”

Edna watched the four of them move off to their room before she realized that she was now completely naked and alone. Quickly she scampered back to her own room. First to properly get herself off thinking about all she’d been through tonight, although sadly no one saw that show. Second to think about how empowering and enticing her exposure and submission had been – and what changes she wanted to make going forward.

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Author’s note: writing stories is hard, especially with series as feedback dwindles. So please if you liked it – rate it well and leave a comment. And if you didn’t like it, also let me know, just please be constructive and not cruel.

I have a half dozen or so more ideas in this series and a few other ideas for series but sometimes it feels like they’re best just left in my imagination or private folder, rather than sharing. You tell me. Thanks for reading.

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Stephen’s building was shit. Mine was worse, but his was shit too. It hadn’t been a hard decision when we were trying to figure out which place we were going to keep, and which place we were going to get rid of. But Stephen’s place was closer to the city and it had a doorman, well, sort of. He was the building super when there was something broken, otherwise, he kept a little office at the desk by the front door during the day and into the evening.

“Come on, look at this place. I’m working on Janet’s team now. This project is going to be the one. Come on, don’t you want to live closer to the city?” He had been so excited, so persuasive when he had suggested it.

Really, I was really just playing with the idea. The moment he had suggested it, I had secretly agreed, but you know, you don’t want to seem too eager, right?

And I didn’t disagree with him. The Barret Firm had already given him one raise when they had moved him onto Janet’s team, with the promise of more and I loved him and loved being close to him and his things.

How could I have said no?

Besides, I did love the old place. It was shit, an absolute rubbish bin, but it had character, all brick with windows that barely worked but they each had a million panes, and they were all the way around. And who cared that in the winter the floors were absolute ice?

And it had Henry, the super. Born somewhere near Darby in the sixties, he was an unhealthy, Englishman who always had an unlit cigar in his mouth. But he was friendly and personable and if you needed a hand, well, if a woman needed a hand, he was quick to volunteer. And I won’t even begin to go into the gossip Henry was privy too.

I walked in the front door that day and Henry was working on something that looked like it had a fan attached to it. The cigar between his lips rolled from one side of his mouth to the other as he turned a screwdriver. He barely glanced up, then slowly went over me as he turned back to his screwdriver. “Mornin’, love.” He said thinking I hadn’t noticed the way he ogled me.

“Henry,” I stopped and watched him work for a moment. “Nice to see you.”

“Yeah? You’re home early.” He bent his arm and glanced at his wristwatch. “Stephen said you wouldn’t be home until tomorrow.”

“It’s his birthday, Henry,” I whispered like the walls could hear us and might sell us out.

“Oh!” Henry leaned back which only made his belly even more rotund. “You’ve got a plan.” He shook the end of screwdriver at me, his eyes glistening with glee.

“So, I’m planning to surprise him. He thinks I’m still out of town until tomorrow.” I clapped my hands gleefully and Henry laughed too. “I talked to him last night and he’s planning to get hammered tonight at the Georgie with Matt and Phil and some people from the office. He thinks we’re celebrating this weekend.”

“Oh, he’ll be so happy!” Henry stole a glance at my chest as I leaned over. I caught his eye and stood up a little, but I gave him a wry smile. I couldn’t blame him, I had worn the blouse and bra because they made my tits look amazing.

“Need anything from me, love?” The cigar rolled from one side to the other and he wiped his hands on a rag I was sure was far dirtier than his hands had been.

“Can you make sure not to mention I’m here?”

“No matter what, love. You’ve got my word.” He gave me a solemn salute and I smiled.

“Thanks Henry,” I tossed my hair over my shoulder in a sexy way, leaned over and pulled the handle of my suitcase up, slowly, so he got a good look at my girls.

He looked away when I looked at him. “See you later, Henry.” I laughed and walked toward the elevator.

“Anything for you, Katie.” He chuckled, and I could feel him staring at my ass.

I stepped into the elevator and started toward the ninth floor – the penthouse level, which did not mean what you think when you think of that word.

No, this was just a big apartment built on the roof of a high-rise apartment building. It wasn’t made of brick like the rest of the building, it was just a wooden frame with loads of windows.

The elevator clunked, groaning and clinking as it rose toward the top. I pulled out my phone. There was nothing from Stephen and I smiled. He had no idea I had flown back, as far as he knew I was a thousand miles away.

The doors slowly opened on the top floor, not quite even with the floor, but what can you do with a building that’s over a hundred years old? I stepped out and then across the little hall and through the door that led to the roof and our apartment.

I turned the key and opened the apartment door. The smell of our house filled my nose. I closed my eyes and savored it.

It was one of my favorite things about Stephen. We were so perfect together. When I had moved into the house and our things had mixed, the place had taken on a completely new smell. It was like leather and sandalwood. It was spicy and warm.

I loved it.

Stephen’s building might have been kilis escort shit, but the apartment itself had a lot more going for it than my place in Queens had. The way the buildings were built around ours, the way the skyline worked, every afternoon, the place filled with light. It seemed to burst through every window around three or four o’clock, and we kept the blinds open to enjoy it.

Our views were amazing. We could walk right out onto the roof, that was our little plot. We had lawn chairs and a hammock outside where we could soak in the sun on weekends. It was one of the reasons, we had decided to keep his place. It might have been an apartment, but it was also a little like a home, just built on top of a bunch of other homes but still separate in a cool way. No one else was allowed on the roof.

I put my coat in the little closet and wheeled my bag down the hall toward the living room. Everything was just like I had left it a few days before. I smiled. I loved how neat Stephen was. The place was immaculate, a magazine centerfold. His couch and my end tables, the perfect lamp in the corner.

I walked to the kitchen and poured a glass of wine from the open bottle in the fridge. I rolled my bag to the bedroom, listening to my heels click along the wood floor.

I thought of my plan for Stephen’s birthday. I was the surprise, but what I had in store for him was going to blow his mind.

The wine calmed my nerves after the airport and Uber ride and I threw my bag on the bed and opened it. It was four thirty. He was going to be home in a little while. That’s when the festivities were scheduled to begin.

I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped it off my shoulders. It was time for something naughty, something scandalous. I unclipped my bra and then stepped out of my pants and underwear.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on my side of the bed. Stephen was very much out of my league. He was exactly what every girl dreams of, tall, dark skinned, and handsome with a square jaw, blue eyes, and a body that simply didn’t make sense.

Why he opted for a tall, thin girl with crazy red hair and freckles across her nose, I’ll never know. But I did know exactly what kind of clothes, Stephen preferred. The ones that accentuated his favorite parts of me.

I slipped my favorite baby doll t-shirt over my head and pulled it down. I turned and looked in the mirror. The wide sleeves hit my shoulders perfect and I had just enough breast to spread the shirt open in a lusty, can’t-stop-staring sort of way – especially without a bra and my nipples practically poking through the cotton.

But that wasn’t enough. That was just the beginning. Inside the bag, I found my new pair of knit socks, black. I pulled the little ribbon off that tied them together and then slipped my left foot into the toe.

The fabric was soft, the knit felt good against my skin and unrolled it and pulled it over my calf, then my knee, where I tugged on it until it reached the middle of my thigh.

Then I unrolled the second one the same way, reaching under my shirt and evening the fabric tight around each thigh. I stood up and the shirt fell just over the hemline of the socks. I looked hot.

I bent over and pressed my breasts together.

Stephen was going to love it.

I decided to wait for him in bed. He’ll come home and find me soaking wet, ready and willing, and his weekend of hedonistic pleasure will begin.

I had been thinking about his cum all day. The entire airplane ride, I had sat in my chair and stared at my phone while it played some syndicated tv show, but really, all I was thinking about was Stephen’s dick.

My pussy melts every time I think about the way his cock feels, especially when he spurts inside of me – the throbbing, the pulsing muscles, stream after stream of hot, sticky cum. Because I know what he likes. I know how get him there. All because our bodies work so well together.

Lying naked on the bed, with a familiar dampness between my legs from daydreaming about Stephen’s cum, I dawdle mindlessly on my phone.

Then I hear it. The lock on the front door. He’s home. Excitement filled my chest. I sat up and then I laid back down and adjusted the t-shirt, so it showed almost too much, but not enough.

Then I heard a female voice.

H wasn’t alone.

I froze.

I heard Stephen’s voice and another voice I didn’t recognize. They were speaking in hushed tones. A female voice.

My heart was racing. What was happening? I was lying in our bed, naked, and he was with another woman.

I scrambled to the closet and shut the door while fumbling for the light on my phone. I hadn’t even considered he would bring a friend over. Why shouldn’t he? While the cat’s away, the mice will probably play, right?

I did my best to try and stay positive. He had girlfriends. I mean, I knew he was close to a girl in his office, probably one his best friends, Michelle. kırklareli escort She was a dark-haired girl, pretty, who worked for Ellen Barrett, the Barrett in the Barrett firm.

They had been friends for a long time, but they had seemed to get closer once Stephen and I got serious. I liked her. She was kind and really funny. She also liked video games which was Stephen’s weakness.

That had to be it right? There was an awful lot of beer in the refrigerator. Poor guy was probably planning on playing video games and pregaming with Michelle before they went to Georgie’s.

Shit, this was not how this was supposed to go. I looked around the closet. I was going to have to do something else. It was no big deal. I would just get dressed and join them, surprise I came home for your birthday! It would only be a delay in my plans.

I was in the middle of pulling off my t-shirt when I noticed it.

Quiet.

The complete absence of noise. No banter. No laughing. No sound of video game guns and explosions coming through the surround sound. Maybe they had left when I had rushed to get in the closet, maybe they had just stopped to grab something before running over to Georgie’s.

Then I heard a strange ringing. It was faint, and I couldn’t quite figure out what it was.

I slowly opened the door to the closet and stopped when it started to squeak. I peeked around the edge and looked around the bedroom – empty. Then I noticed movement in the floor mirror.

From just outside the closet, I could see Stephen’s co-worker standing in the main room. I slipped out the door, changing the view and angle I could see. It was Michelle, standing in the living room facing the back door.

Then I heard the sound again, the light clinking of metal ringing.

I moved around the door and saw Michelle’s pants around her ankles.

Then the sound made sense. Her belt buckle on the floor, tapping against the hardwood.

And Stephen on his knees sucking on her cock.

I froze.

I looked again. It had to be a strap on, a dildo of some sort. But it wasn’t.

Stephen was on his knees sucking that girl’s cock.

—————

Now, we had talked about his urge to give head before, but I had never dreamt he would really do it, let alone without me.

I was stunned, gob smacked. My fiancée was giving head to a girl with a dick right before my eyes. And his technique was impressive. He had a solid grip on the base of her shaft with his thumb and forefinger. And he had a good rhythm, bobbing his head slowly up and down her lovely prick.

Like I said, I liked Michelle. Ever since we had met we had been able to hang out. She was the perfect girlfriend for Stephen, they worked together so they had work in common, but she also liked to play video games and got along with all of his friends. She was around all the time.

Of course, I had never known that she had a dick before, but as I watched Stephen work her pole, his lips wrapped tight around her shaft trying to take more and more of her with every head bob, I didn’t know that it mattered.

It was something to watch them. Michelle’s dark hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was good looking. Tall with an athletic body, a flat stomach, and…my god, what a dick.

I swallowed hard. I couldn’t believe it.

I watched her methodically grind her hips as she gently fucked my fiancée’s face.

I couldn’t see Stephen’s cock, but I could tell from the way his left arm was moving that he was touching himself.

Just then, Stephen stood up, and they moved out of the view of the bedroom mirror.

Come back! I moved a little trying to see where they had gone. I’m not done watching my little cock slut suck off my new girl crush!

I heard them both climb onto the couch, and then silence.

Every so often, I heard the slurping of spit on a rock-hard dick, but I couldn’t tell whose parts belong to who. Was Stephen still sucking Michelle off? Or had they moved the other way ’round? The girl doing my job for me?

I should be sucking that cock on that couch. A little streak of jealously went through me.

A low, guttural moan wafted into the bedroom, and I knew it was Stephen. It was that demure, almost feminine sound, he makes when he’s losing control.

Michelle must give good head, he rarely makes that sound for me.

Stephen’s moans continued, falling into a rhythm. What the fuck was going on out there? Whatever it was, it was beginning to drive me crazy. My pussy was soaked. I couldn’t stop thinking about Michelle’s cock and then Stephen’s cock.

My hand drifted down to my engorged clit. God, I was so horny. I needed something to fill me. One of those hard ons in the living room would do the trick.

Suddenly, the sound changed. Stephen’s moans became cries of pleasure. I could hear the spring in the couch, the one on the far end that squeaks like it’s about to break. karabük escort And there is no doubt it’s getting a workout. The pace sounds like thrusting.

I step to the edge of the bedroom door and listen. What is going on out there? Stephen’s little cries of pleasure turn into whimpers and moans. I know what’s happening immediately. The last time Stephen made those sounds we had just watched a YouTube video about prostate milking and I had just tried it.

The pace. The rhythm. Oh my god, he is letting Michelle fuck him! The idea was too much. I slipped a finger into my cunt and bit my lip to remain silent.

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Standing in the bedroom, my fingers deep inside of me, I listened at the edge of the door. Michelle’s pace increased. The spring squealed with every thrust and the creaking mixed with the sound of Stephen’s cries of pleasure.

My fingers pressed into my darkness. Just the sound of them fucking made my pussy so wet. My fingers slid in and out of myself as the man I loved, the man I was about to marry, was in the living room taking his coworker’s thick girl cock.

I decided I had to watch, just a peek. My imagination was fine, but I needed to see what was happening.

I knew there was a chance I would get caught, the old wood floors would probably give me away, but I didn’t care. I had to see what was happening, it was too much not to watch.

Carefully, I let go of my dripping cooze, took a deep breath, and stepped out into the hall. My stocking feet slid along the floor and I shimmied a little further toward the living room.

As soon as they were in view, I froze.

Stephen was bent over, his arms spread wide and gripping the back of the sofa while his friend slid her meaty cock into him from behind.

Naked from the waste down, Michelle’s legs were long and lean, and she had on tall black heels that made her the perfect height for my fiancée.

With long, deep strokes she penetrated Stephen and then pulled back to her tip. The kind of strokes I loved Stephen to fuck me with. The kind that let me feel the ridge of his head tease my inner labia before he plunged back into me as far as he could go. God, I loved it when he did that. But he never lasted this long. Michelle seemed to have some stamina.

I couldn’t help but imagine what Michelle’s glorious cock would feel like.

My fingers slipped back under my t-shirt and found my dripping snatch. It was unbelievable how hot it was to watch them. My body was on fire.

From my angle, I watched Stephen’s balls tighten against his taint. His rigid cock bounced up and down beneath him with every thrust; leaking the longest, thickest stream of precum I had ever seen.

I looked back at their union, watching as Michelle fucked my lover from behind, the creamy white satisfaction had made a ring around the base of her cock.

In my fixation on all the cock in my living room, I hadn’t noticed that Stephen had seen me.

My heart skipped a beat.

We locked eyes as he began to howl in pleasure. Michelle was deep inside him now, grinding into his prostate with her glorious cock, and my Stephen was clearly on the verge of an orgasm.

I watched him being fucked like he fucks me. His body shook with every thrust. His hips pushed back as she pushed forward. He looked up and me mouthed the words I love you as he moaned.

Once Stephen saw me peeking around the corner like a child, I decided to make myself known.

I walked over and gently cupped Michelle’s firm ass cheek.

Startled by my sudden presence, the raven-haired beauty flinched a little on the downstroke, but relaxed when she recalled who I was. She relaxed as soon as she realized who I was and where my hand was. Her eyes went from wide with surprise, to sultry as she leaned forward and met my lips with hers.

Her lips were soft, and her breath tasted like Stephen’s cock — my favorite flavor. I squeezed her muscled ass cheek and twirled my tongue around hers as she drove her cock into my fiancée.

Our tongues tangled between our lips, her right breast pressed against mine as we made out to the music of Stephen’s moans.

Michelle at ease, I turned my attention to the birthday boy. I slipped my t-shirt over my body and crawled onto the couch in front of Stephen. I sat down on the couch in front of him and opened my legs to give Michelle a view of my naked body, and my dripping mound.

Michelle’s eyes flashed with approval as she looked me over. Stephen prefers my pussy bare and I had waxed the day before. Michelle seemed to approve.

Now it was my turn to give Michelle a show. I leaned into Stephen and kissed him deeply.

He moaned into my mouth.

“Does that cock feel good inside you, baby?” I leaned close to his ear and smiled up at Michelle as she fucked him.

He could barely utter the word: Yes, in more than an exasperated whisper.

I stroked his hair as he leaned in to suck on my tits.

Arching my back, I offered them to his mouth and watched as he did his best to keep them in his mouth while Michelle pounded his ass with her powerful dick.

I reached out and ran a hand along my fiancée’s back, just tickled my fingers down his back while I watched Michelle thrust into him over and over.

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One of the fun things I got my wife to do was on the trip back home was to remove her top while she was driving. On the drive she was wearing a tank top and of course no bra and I could see her nipples poking through the material of her shirt. As she drove down the highway I started playing with her breasts and nipples. I would lift her top above her small breasts exposing them to be seen and when we got into traffic I noticed that she just left them exposed while driving down the road. So that’s when I told her that if she was going to leave them exposed that she should just take her top completely off and I was willing to give her a hand. Since we were on the highway I helped her with removing her tank top. I started by lifting her top up talking the left side first then the other. It was not hot outside so I told her to put the windows down. I knew that this would give trucks and larger trucks a better view of her small breasts when driving by if they decided to look over at her.

The highway that we were driving went through some towns and aksaray escort I was hoping that we would catch a red light or heavy traffic and have to stop. As luck would have it the town had three lights we missed the first one but had to stop at the second one. Since she was the first car in line anyone crossing in the cross walk had a good chance of seeing her small little breasts. It happened that one young man looked over and smiled at her so I knew he was one of the lucky ones get a view of her small breasts. The light changed to green and off we went. While she was driving I noticed that the sun was shining in on her very white breasts so got the sun tan lotion for the glove box. She had a nice dark tan except for her breasts which were creamy white. So I started applying it on her breasts the lotion made them nice and shiny. She kept driving when we arrived on the outskirts of town traffic came to a complete stop.

This left her breasts completely exposed to be seen. I noticed several men while she was amasya escort stopped in traffic got a very good look at her small breasts. When we finally cleared traffic I let her drive for a hour and I told her to pull over when she got a chance and I would drive for a while. She pulled over in a vacant rest stop. I couldn’t believe that nobody was around to see her. So we switched places and as we started to drive off I told her to lean her seat back and move the seat forward this would give other drivers a better view of her breasts.

As I was driving I looked for opportunities to show her off. So when ever I got along side another vehicle I slowed down giving them the opportunity to get a look at her. I guess that 10 men had seen her small breasts as I drove. When it turned to night we just drove along. With not much traffic around I decide turner on the dome light in the car and turn the brightness down. With the dome light on now you could really see was topless and her small breasts were clearly visible. As antalya escort I drove she decided to take a nap and that’s when one trucker pulled up along side of us and took out his phone and started filming her with his phone. She had know idea he was doing this. I really enjoy others seeing her small breasts knowing that they will probably masturbate thinking of her later.

As we were getting close to her father’s house I told her that I needed to stop for gas and pulled into a convenience store on the outskirts of town. That’s when I asked her if she wouldn’t mind going in and paying for it. I gave her $20.00 and she got out of the car and walked into the store. She was

the only customer in the store as she walked up to the counter and paid. While pumping the gas I was watching her and noticed that the young man and her were talking and she made no attempt to cover up her small breasts. This reminded me of the time we came back from the beach. When I was finished with the gas she got to receipt and walked out of the store. On the drive to her father’s house I asked her what happened? She told me that she told him I loved when other men looked at her breasts and she loved showing them.

When we finally arrived she put on her top and we brought went in to greet her father.

That was one of the best road trips ever.

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ROLE PLAYING 2-PAYING A DEBT

I was sitting in the back of a local bar, in a back booth as instructed. My wife had told me to meet her there at eight o’clock. I was working late and got my instructions when I called her. We went to this bar occasionally and knew the owner, the bartender, Jack.

I was having a beer and watching the ball game that was on TV. There were six or eight people in the bar, all watching the game.

I didn’t notice at first when my wife walked in wearing a raincoat. It was late fall and it was cold outside with a chance of rain. I looked up. She came to the booth and said, “Mr. Costello, may I talk with you?”

I’m not Costello. I let her continue to see what she was up to. “Sit down, lady.” I said.

She did and said, “My name is Emily (It’s not). My husband Clark (not my real name) owes you some money. I want to ask you to give him more time to pay.” I caught on; we were role playing.

I said, “He owes me twenty-five thousand plus interest and he’s late paying.”

She said, “He borrowed the money for his business, then the COVID crisis hit and he almost went bankrupt. Banks wouldn’t loan him anything so he went to you. But then he couldn’t get his materials because of shipping delays.” She was crying. “Please help us. We have three kids, the oldest is in college. You look like a kind man, please help us. We hope business will get better.”

I said, “The people I work for are expecting to be paid. If your old-man can’t come up with what he owes, he’ll be losing more than just his business.”

She said, through her tears, “Can’t you give him a little more time. I could give you my jewelry. I have a few savings bonds. I’ll ask my parents for money, if you just give us some time.”

I said, “Show me your rings.” She handed me her engagement diamond ring.

“Give me the wedding ring too. This puny diamond isn’t worth fooling with.”

She was crying harder now. She covered her mouth to keep others from noticing. “Please, not my wedding ring.”

I looked at her and said, “You’re a nice looking broad. What’s under that raincoat?”

She hung her head and said, “Just what I had on at the house. I need to get home to clean up. I told Clark I was going to the store.”

I said, “Take off the coat.” She reluctantly pulled it off her shoulders and let it fall behind her. “Show me your tits.”

She said, “Please Mr. Costello.”

I snapped at her, “Then get the hell out of here. A couple of my boys will come to see your dead-beat husband this weekend.”

She said, “If I show you, will you give him more time?”

I said, “That depends on how nice your tits are.”

She began to unbutton her blouse. She opened three buttons to the middle of her bra. Her breasts heaved out of her bra and her cleavage shifted as she breathed.

“Take off the bra.”

“Here?” she pleaded.

I said, “I’ve got to go.” I motioned to the bar-tender for the bill. She quickly began karaman escort to undo her bra. She reached behind her back and unsnapped it and pulled one then the other strap off her shoulders. She pulled it out of her blouse and put it in my outstretched hand. She unbuttoned another button, then another and the blouse was open. She pulled the hem out of her skirt and opened her blouse to show me her tits. She tried to hide from the view of others in the bar.

The bartender came over to the table and ‘Emily’ pulled her blouse over her naked chest to cover herself. The bartender asked if we needed another drink. I ordered another beer and a tequila for ‘Emily’.

When he left, I prompted ‘Emily’ to pull her blouse open again and show me her breasts. Her nipples were hard on her wonderful beauties.

I looked for a few moments and asked. “What else are you wearing?”

She was embarrassed and said, “Shoes and stockings, a skirt and underwear.”

I said, “Give me one of your stockings.”

She started to object, but bowed her head and reached under the table. She lifted her leg onto the seat and worked the stocking off her leg. I could see most of her leg. She handed me the stocking. I sniffed it and put it in my pocket. The bra was on the seat beside me. I wondered it the bartender had seen it.

“Now take off your panties.” I said.

“Please, no.” she pleaded, but when I made no response, she lifted her butt off the seat and shimmied her panties down her legs. She got her panties to her feet and lifted one leg under the table for me to take them. I held her leg for a few seconds, stroking her calf. I sniffed her panties. She was getting aroused so her female scent was mixed with the scent of her perfume. I put the panties on the seat.

“Now your other stocking. Spread your legs so I can see your cunt.” I told her.

She lifted her leg onto the seat and I could lean over and see her public hair. I briefly ducked under the table and got a nice view of her snatch between her spread legs. She handed me the stocking and asked, “Okay now?”

I thought for a few minutes, looking at her bare breasts. Then I had another command. “Take off your blouse.”

“Everyone will see.” She protested.

I said, “Put your raincoat back on after you take it off.”

She gave me wicked look. She was enjoying how daring we were being. She held her raincoat over her shoulder and pulled her blouse off her shoulder. Then she put her arm through the coat. She repeated the procedure for the other arm. She now sat there with her raincoat unclosed with her tits sticking out. She handed me the blouse.

I smiled at her. She only had one item of clothing left under her coat. I decided to go for the ‘whole monty’ and told her to take her skirt off. She asked. “Really?”

I said, “If you want to have another week for your husband to pay his debt, you’ll do as I say.”

She reluctantly reached kars escort down to unbutton her skirt. She looked directly at me with a defiant expression and unzipped the side of her skirt. She lifted and wiggled a bit and her skirt slid down her legs. She lifted her leg to give it to me. I put it on the seat beside me. Now she was naked under her raincoat. The bartender brought the drinks. He looked at us kind of funny and I smiled and waved him away. He left with a smile on his face. When he got back to the bar, he whispered to a man sitting by him. The man started to look in our direction.

“Drink up before I ask you to walk up to the bar and get me another beer.” I shocked her with that.

I thought about whether I should make her do it while she chugged her drink.

I decided to push her further. “Button only one button on your raincoat and go up to the bar and ask for a tequila. Then stand there and chug it and ask for another. Then bring it back here.”

‘Emily’ was really nervous about this so I insisted. She didn’t know which button to close so she chose one below her breasts that would cover her waist.

Just before she left, I said, “Undo the button before you chug the drink”. She was incredulous that I asked her to do that, but she did it. I watched as she got up, trying to slide her legs out of the booth without ‘shooting a beaver’ at a guy who was focused on the ball game in a nearby table. The raincoat was not that long so it was fairly obvious that she wasn’t wearing a skirt. Her legs were exposed to midthigh. I watched as she got to the bar. The bartender and the man sitting with him along with a man and woman at the end of the bar were now focused on her rather than the ball game. It was half-time anyway. She ordered the drink and I watched as she unbuttoned and then took the tequila in her hand. She tilted her head back, let her left arm fall to her side and raised the glass with her right arm. For just a moment, our friend the bartender and the three strangers at the bar had a glimpse of her naked body, her pussy was exposed, her stomach and both of her tits peaked out, one then the other. She ordered another drink. While she stood at the bar, she left her coat mostly open so most of one breast could be seen, with a nipple poking out. She got the drink and turned to come back to me. She didn’t try to cover herself but let her coat open up on the way back. The old guy at the next table and another two guys in a booth on the other side had a nice view of my naked wife/’Emily’. Her pussy moved with her steps and her tits jiggled as she walked back.

When she got back, she sat down and chugged her drink. She looked at me and said, “Get me out of here before I fuck you on this table.” I knew she meant it.

I resumed the role-play. “Okay, lady come out to my car and we can discuss this in more detail.” She buttoned her coat and we headed for the door. I handed a twenty to the bartender kıbrıs escort and said “thanks.” He said, “No. Thank you!” and wanted to give me my money back, but I made him take it. He is a friend.

We walked to the car in the cool night air. My wife was extremely horny and I had to keep her in the role play. I took the raincoat from her half-way across the parking lot. She was nude except for her shoes. He nipples were as hard as I’ve ever seen them. It was then that I remembered that I had left all of ‘Emily’s’ clothes in the bar. I’d have to have a talk with Jack, the bartender and I hoped nobody else in the bar knew who we were.

We got in the car and I pulled out of the lot. She immediately went down on me, leaning over to suck my cock while I tried to drive.

I said, “You are doing very well at delaying your husband’s debt.”

She said, “Oh, you are such a nice man, giving us more time. Thank you so much.” She sucked my cock deep into her throat. I had trouble driving with her trying to consume my cock. She had never gone after my cock with such enthusiasm before. I held her head in my lap and held her there while I ejaculated into her mouth. She usually doesn’t like to swallow my cum, but she gobbled it up like she was starving. It felt so good.

We drove for a little while. She sat back up and talked like she was ‘Emily’. “What do you want me to do to delay my husband’s debt and save his life?”

I said, “If you fuck me once a week, I’ll count that as the interest.”

She said, “I’ll be fucking you forever then. What can I do to help with the principle?”

I thought a minute and said, “I could whore you out to my friends and to out-of-town visitors. Maybe our guys can fuck you in the ass as a reward for doing something. I’ll think up a schedule to work off the debt, maybe fifty dollars for a blow-job.” I knew she was calculating how many blow-jobs she would have to give to pay off twenty-five thousand dollars.

Thinking of that and seeing her naked beside me aroused me again. I pulled into a driveway of a closed business and made her get out and lean against the car. I stuffed my cock into her pussy from behind and fucked her hard. It began to lightly rain and it was cold. There were goose-bumps all over her body. In the subdued light I could feel her juices pour out onto my cock. It took a while for me to bring up another load of cum. The entire time I was fucking her, my wife was coming. When I finished, I led her back into the car, wet and naked. She shivered in the car and reached for her raincoat.

I said, “No, no. It’s my raincoat now. Take your car keys. You’ll drive home naked. Tell me your cell phone number and I’ll call you when I want you to come fuck me.”

She said, “What if my husband finds out. He’ll be humiliated.”

I said, “So don’t tell him. Keep it a secret. I don’t care.”

We arrived back at her car. I made her walk to her car naked. I watched her under the lights of the parking lot. She was beautiful in the light. I waited until she started her car. I beat her home. When she got out of her car, I was waiting for her with a warm blanket and then ran a hot bath. We kissed tenderly and she said, “Next role-play is your turn.” I smiled and began to think.

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Suspicious husband unfairly blames faithful wife.

TAGS: exhibitionism, handcuffs, harness, naturism, pregnant, female slave, office spouse, Mgtow, removed breast, co-workers.

*** A contribution to the Summer Lovin’ Story Contest 2022. Remember to vote, not only this tale but the one you liked best.

Any constructive comments will be welcome.

The main couple was already present in an earlier story of mine “Work Meeting at a Naturist Pool”, but it is not necessary to have read it to understand what happens in this tale.

English is not my mother tongue and there may be some lexical or grammatical errors. Please enjoy the idea more than the grammar. ***

Chapter 1: Triple Cuffs.

My wife was naked, with her arms locked by three pairs of handcuffs bound to a black leather harness, consisting of a collar fastened by a belt, and a black leather strap across her back.

Without any embarrassment, she was conversing nicely together with two peaceful young women, naked but with their arms free, standing in front of a tall, naked young man. Under the scorching summer sun, some hotel barmaids, with indifferent movements, walked by holding up trays with glasses and small morsels. My wife chirped, “Wolfgang, be a lamb, will you put a small sausage in my mouth please?”

Everyone giggled. I am the husband, and my name is Luigi, not Wolfgang. If anyone is to hand feed my wife when she wears shackles, it is uniquely me: I wear a ring on my left finger that confirms this.

I should not have accepted the invitation. But my wife had taken advantage of a distraction (I was watching Soccer on TV) and now I was in that situation, and I had to watch my handcuffed wife trying to swallow an Austrian wiener by moving obscenely her tongue and lips between the strong fingers of a young man, while two naked women watched the scene giggling. I really should not have agreed.

Chapter 2: A Husband Mad with Jealousy of the Team.

That summer, the large Chemical Company where my wife worked as the boss of a team of scientists had organized the annual Executive Meeting at a hotel in Austria. Only top management (with an escort) was invited, as well as the Team led by my wife, who had won a major award with the most innovative and fruitful chemical patents.

Fortunately, they had chosen a hotel in the mountains! The summer was already unbearably hot.

I had heard a story, many years ago, that a Finnish cell phone manufacturing company used to have similar meetings, in the middle of winter, in which all the executives (female and male) together with their escorts would all enter the sauna together, and then roll around in the snow together, all naked! They said the collective nudity increased trust and transparency among colleagues. Indeed, that company was an industry leader: I had to admit it. But if I had been invited to a sauna, I would have said no.

The Chemical Corporation was promoting Naturism. I did not know this, and it caused me quite a bit of embarrassment. But all events required absolute nudity, both for employees, escorts, and almost all hotel staff: the few exceptions were for glasses, shoes, and other tiny accessories that covered almost nothing (one old gentleman wore a hat under the sun because he had an excoriation on his head). I jokingly said that I could state that I had an excoriation on the area between my chin and… knees, but my wife gave me a very stern look and I gave up.

I have always been a very loving husband, and madly in love with my wife. We had our ups and downs, as all couples do, but after the surgery whereby doctors removed her left breast, she was reborn, and our love as well.

Her name is Marina (Italian for “woman of the sea”) but out of admiration for her resilience and problem-solving all her colleagues called her “SuperMarina,” after the video game plumber who must free the princess kidnapped by a huge turtle. I, ironically, was named Luigi, after the plumber’s younger brother-a detail that always made everyone who knew us smile along with us.

She was the best in the university of chemistry and for some years had been leading a team of six people, both men, and women. Her boss was a woman of ambitious character: a very famous scientist, holder of some groundbreaking patents, who held my wife in high esteem.

I happened to know both her and the president of the German company for which she works, but that is another story.

My problem at this moment was jealousy toward her Team.

My wife was gorgeous when she devoted her time to me. She was sensual, seductive, and attractive. Oh, I know some breast-obsessed men cannot understand what I was feeling, but to me she was beautiful. She had survived: and that tattoo, which only partially covered the scar above her heart, reminded me every day how lucky we were to still be alive.

Can you few patient people who read me understand the excitement of seeing her one nipple shudder, ardahan escort knowing that the other was removed by the surgeons? Can you understand the endless joy of being able to kiss that one boob of hers?

And most of all, can you understand the magic of a striptease done just for me, with high heels and cuffs? To me, my wife is gorgeous: and I am convinced that she appears attractive to others as well.

Herein arose the problem.

To celebrate achieving the highest goals, and being ranked the best Chemical Research Team in the entire Company (which had branches in every major scientific research center), the group of colleagues led by my wife won a prize vacation to a luxury hotel with a swimming pool near Innsbruck, Austria.

My wife, I said, had invited me; but I was jealous. Both toward men and women.

Quickly (too hastily) I replied to her that I accepted the invitation. I could not allow my wife to have a summer vacation alone with her damn smart and brainy Winning Team.

A few things happened on the first day: some delightful, some embarrassing. The thing that bothered me most was that they were all naked, and I was always very shy perhaps because of too conservative an upbringing against nudity. Or, rather, I was shy before yesterday’s experiences.

This is the account of what happened the next day when we were also joined by colleagues from his Chemistry Team. There was a great Speech by the Presidency, there was an Award Ceremony, and there was much applause. Then some kind of hotel barmaids led us to a private terrace, where we could eat the triumphal lunch dedicated exclusively to the winning Team (and me, as accompanying husband).

Capitolo 3 Meet the Team. A Harness Arouses Hardness

We were all naked, without any embarrassment, with long drinks in our hands and finger food trays.

To be precise, they were unembarrassed, while I had an embarrassing erection because the first people my wife had introduced me to were Birgit and Nicoletta, two attractive and cheerful young women. I was trying to content myself with my eyes, but even as I struggled, I sensed their naked bodies beside me, and I could not contain myself!

My wife at the Awards Ceremony was simply naked, wearing simple black flip-flops and nothing else; oh, and glasses to read the acceptance speech, sure.

But for the Terrace, she had decided to wear the leather harness she had received as a gift the night before. As I helped her put on her collar and manacles, I tried to convince her that it was unsuitable for a meeting with co-workers, but she insisted that she didn’t want to have any secrets. And exactly as everyone had already seen her scar in place of her removed breasts, today everyone would see what kind of handcuffs she wore, last night, to dance for me, with her arms retrained by the manacles behind her back, unable to cover her pussy or her chest.

“Transparency, openness. Always I tell my Team everything, and they know that I have no secrets. This harness is a new thing, and I am proud to have received it as a gift, and I will be as proud to show it to them as any other secret I have already shared with them (about chemical patents, or my personal life)”.

“Darling, you couldn’t look more open and more transparent than that!”

“Exactly! Magnificent, isn’t it?” she giggled, as happy as a brat jumping over puddles and then showing the mud slicks to teachers and classmates.

In a way, after her chest operation, Marina had perceived it as a mission to show anyone her scar, and to talk openly about how it feels after an operation like that. I imagined that she wanted to show her colleagues that even a woman with a removed breast could be sexy and wear kinky items to turn her husband on. Exhibitionist? She used to be a missionary of clinical and anatomical exhibitionism; that afternoon, I began to think that maybe Marina had also become a missionary of wearing handcuffs in front of colleagues as naturally as showing off a plaster cast arm or myopia glasses.

So now I was naked and erect behind my wife, who was conversing amiably with two women from her Team: they always say that the females arrive late, but perhaps it was because of the time they spend choosing and wearing their outfits: since at this Terrace appointment they were all summoned in the nude, the women had arrived first.

Blond Birgit wore her hair styled in a chin bob: short to barely cover her cheeks. Underneath she had a coral necklace, and further down, two firm tits topped by two pencil-straight nipples. Do you want to know if she was a natural blonde? Yes: the color of the trimmed carpet matched the short curtains.

Birgit looked at me, over my wife’s shoulder, and giggled.

Her colleague Nicoletta was slightly shorter, with bigger boobs, and she had dark hair. And I couldn’t tell if it was the natural color because the pussy was bald as a pool ball. Everyone else on the artvin escort team was of Austrian or German descent, and only my wife and Nicoletta were of Italian descent.

The others wore only flip-flops; Nicoletta wore high-heeled sandals that left her toes uncovered. It was not a “dress” in the strict sense, so let’s say she could be considered naked even though she was wearing shoes.

Both of them were paying many compliments to my wife, who was strutting around in her triple cuffs and kept saying that they were very comfortable and also very exciting. Occasionally she would ask me to feed her with appetizers or sips of champagne, but that’s what husbands are for, right?

Amid three naked women laughing as they hugged and greeted each other, my cock got hard before I knew it. Not that I wanted to do or say anything bad-I guess it’s a spontaneous reaction. Maybe if I had been dressed no one would have noticed. But the little blonde giggled, and then my wife turned to look at my erect cock.

“Don’t scold him, Boss!” said a male voice. The girls laughed even harder. A young man with a thick German accent and a flaccid penis walked toward us. “See, Supermarina? I always tell you: even with a removed breast, you are still very attractive, and with this harness even more so! The collar also enhances the tone of your eyes. That’s the effect that good-looking women have on men: it’s chemistry, you are supposed to know!” The girls laughed again.

My wife smiling scolded the newcomer, “So many drops of wisdom, young Wolfgang, but if you are so wise, why haven’t you married yet?”

Pretending not to have heard the question, the young man held out his hand to me with a smile and introduced himself. “Nice to meet you in person, my name is Wolfgang Muller, like Mozart.”

“Does the name Mozart mean ‘Smith?’ Sorry, dad joke. My pleasure, my name is Luigi, like Supermarina’s brother!”

Everyone laughed heartily. Under my breath I added, “I’m the husband, though!” and Wolfgang nodded: it was clear that everyone had seen some pictures of me before on the desk in the office, or vacation photos; or more probably from photos taken in the clinic. Sad but true.

Wolfgang openly admired my wife’s set of triple manacles and collars. He commented in an expert voice, “Well, Boss, I’d say you managed to fulfill one of your deepest dreams, today” (my wife giggled like a little girl caught stealing jam).

A barmaid passed by with a tray of small sausages. My wife trilled, in the voice of an innocent child, “Wolfgang, be a lamb, will you put a small sausage in my mouth please?”

The young women giggled. Maybe they were not looking at me, or maybe they were looking at me pretending not to look at me. Or maybe I was under the impression that they were looking at me while they weren’t looking at me at all, as if I didn’t even exist: as if only Wolfgang existed, with strong, long fingers, and Marina’s tongue and lips obscenely trying to swallow the small sausage Wolfgang offered her in front of everyone.

I breathed deep. I counted to ten, then to ten times ten. I thought of something else entirely. Don’t make drama.

Meanwhile, Dieter and Karl-Heinz also arrived.

I remembered Dieter. His mother had had a breast problem similar to my wife’s, and he had come to our house for dinner a couple of times to talk more calmly. He was a tall, balding man with glasses even though he was naked, and very clear eyes.

Karl-Heinz looked like a werewolf. With a full beard, shoulder-length hair, and his back covered with black hair. Who would have believed that he was the husband of the slim Birgit? Still, they were a close-knit couple.

They both stood motionless looking at my wife in triple handcuffs and collars. She, without any shame, made a slow turn around herself to show that she was completely restrained. Marina moved as naturally as she displayed an innocent coral bracelet over a button-down shirt worn under a business suit. She felt like the same person, either in those clothes or in… this. In her intentions, there was no trace of seduction, but a naked woman tied to a harness is something erotic in itself, or am I wrong? «A.H.=A.H.», meaning, «A Harness Arouses HARDness», should be the slogan of the leather manufacturer of the harness.

I seemed to notice some reaction from Karl-Heinz’s cock, but perhaps it was from the sight of his wife Birgit. Dieter, on the other hand, was as flaccid as a leather glove.

Birgit blew her husband a kiss with her hand. He gestured to grab it and put it in a pocket he did not have. They were both very cute.

Birgit flashed the most innocent little blond angel smile, and in a joking voice said to her husband, “Look, Kalle, our Boss wore this harness of triple handcuffs! Doesn’t it look great on her? What do you say, I could go back to our room and wear the strapon, so my colleagues can tell me if it slims my figure, or if it makes me bodrum escort look too fat!” (and laughed loudly).

Karl-Heinz blushed suddenly. Perhaps, the fact that his wife was an expert in pegging was something known to everyone on the Team, but to see her walking naked on the Terrace, in front of everyone, wearing her erect strapon…perhaps to him, it seemed like a level he was not yet prepared for.

Nicoletta took Dieter’s hand. “D.D.D. = Dear Dearest Dieter, as usual, on this Team the only single ones are the two of us… shall we time how long it takes our colleagues? 3… 2… 1…”

Everyone chorused in unison, “Get a room!”

Dieter had blushed like a little girl. Aggressive and protective, Nicoletta was showing everyone the tongue. “It will never happen! We two, are the perfect example of ‘office spouses,’ we are a team within a team, and I feel sorry for you, but nothing will ever break our harmony. Besides, I have my boyfriends, and he has his wife–we don’t have time for a stable relationship!”

I thought silently, “Um, if I was jealous before, I’m so jealous now! This Wolfgang, he’s far too nice; Dieter is as tall as a mountain and doesn’t seem completely satisfied with his “friendship” with Nicoletta; and Karl-Heinz, gosh, he looks like a ferocious beast!”

But while I was thinking these things, my wife restored calm among her colleagues, resuming at least for a moment her usual role as boss (although, like all Italians, she usually waved her hand gestures as she spoke: it was very strange to watch her speak with her arms still, like a caterpillar in its cocoon).

“Guys, girls, calm down, please. The joke is good while it lasts a short time. I blessed Birgit and Karl-Heinz when they told me they wanted to get married, and I find it a miracle, that they manage to balance both work and family menage. But Nicoletta and Dieter deserve more respect.”

After the scolding, everyone scattered, going to get more drinks and other food from the trays of barmaids, and I was left alone at my wife’s side. “What is this about an office wife?”

“You’re not jealous, are you?!”

“Nooo, it’s just that you were talking about it as something known to everyone and I wanted to understand what it could mean.”

“According to some Californian psychologists, who gave my Team a refresher course a few months ago, there is a dynamic that exists very frequently in workplaces. It is known by many names, including ‘office wife,’ ‘office husband,’ and ‘office couple.’ It is a couple of friends who, however, have more attention towards the chosen person. It is as if they are protecting each other, helping, encouraging, and supporting each other. Even with little things, like a coffee or a snack at the right time.”

“Um”

“But there’s nothing sexual, and to be honest, nothing romantic either. I think it’s more of a parental type of connection: like a father, who sees his daughter being sad, or like a mother, who sees her son being unhappy. Take Dieter’s case. His mom had to have surgery and everyone was afraid she was going to die. Even his wife. The only person who always encouraged him with inexhaustible cheerfulness and so much optimism was Nicoletta. And we (you and I), of course, when I was assigned to their team, but before that, there was only Nicoletta.”

“Understood.”

“You were present in our dining room that evening when I unbuttoned my shirt to show Dieter the scar. It was not a sexual gesture: it was like showing a war wound, or a car accident. He didn’t see a naked woman, he saw a surviving human being. Do you remember that?”

“Of course” (I think I will never forget that).

“But Nicoletta had nothing as intense. She had no proof that the operation could succeed and that one could go on living afterward. Yet she continued to support him all the time, with little talks, moments of listening, and lunches together. Without joking, I think Dieter spent more time with Nicoletta than with his wife (considering that he sleeps eight hours at home). This happens to so many workers, especially concept employees (such as chemists), who spend most of the daytime hours with their colleagues, and only come home to sleep.”

“So, you mean to tell me that Dieter no longer loves his wife?”

“No! He still loves her: on weekends and on vacations. As Aristotle said, man is a social animal: Dieter needs his wife, on weekends, and he needs a female figure of reference on weekdays.”

“But then he exploits her generosity!”

“No, because he also always supports her, as a good husband or brother would. I repeat, there is nothing sexual about this. Nicoletta knows that she can always count on Dieter. Whenever she breaks off a relationship with one of those bumbling boyfriends, she knows she can cry on Dieter’s shoulder. Whenever the chemistry experiments fail, she knows that Dieter will stay awake until they work. It’s a relationship of trust, of listening to each other, of help and complicity.”

“But Dieter’s wife will be jealous!”

“Oh! I don’t know. She may be. Or she also has an ‘office husband’ in the Bank where she works, spends the day with a brother on weekdays, and then finds her husband/lover on weekends… I don’t know. She never told me about it.”

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School Daze: Chapter 3, Going Solo

The story School Daze contains chapters one and two Of the adventures of our three friends. If you haven’t read them you may want to do that first.

Erin was waiting for me when I arrived at our first class at eight o’clock the next morning. We both greeted each other with shit-eating grins while she gently grabbed my arm and gave me a little kiss on the cheek.

“Good morning” I greeted

If the memories of last night were not vivid enough, seeing Erin and getting a whiff of her perfume made my mental pictures even stronger.

“Good morning, is that all you can say. I thought after last nigh this morning might be a little better than good.” She said with a sly smile on her face.

“No, your right it’s a fantastic morning. The sun is out, the air is fresh, you’re here and it is Friday.”

We walked into class and sat next to each other and suffered through the first class of the day. This first class of the day was turning out to be a real dud and I made a mental note to make sure I was well caffeinated in the future.

We both got through the anatomy class and quiz in the next session. I look over at Erin during the quiz and couldn’t help but notice a smirk on her face as she labeled the diagrams of the male genitalia.

I hooked up with Erin after class. Human sexuality class only met two days a week so there was no class today. This also meant no Amanda today also. Erin and I got some coffee and sat down on the lawn near an open grassy area.

” You sped right through the quiz, no problems with the male anatomy eh.” I teased her.

“No, I had a good study session last night. How about you, any problems with the quiz?”

“No, the material was still petty vivid in my mind.”

I tried to talk Erin into a “study session” over the weekend but, I was informed that her parents were in town visiting and studying would be on hold.

“Anyway, Thursday is our designated study night. We can’t break our agreement so soon. And remember no “studying” by yourself, you have to study with the group.”

“Thursday! I don’t know if I can hold off until Thursday, I may explode.”

“Just see that you do. It’s not going to be a walk in the park for me either.” Erin quipped back.

“Ok then, Thursday it is.” I said as I started to get up. “Have a good weekend with your folks and give Amanda a hug for me.”

“Will do, and have a good weekend yourself. See ya Monday.” Erin stood and gave me a kiss on the cheek and with her free hand gave my crotch a little squeeze. “And remember, no studying alone.”

Erin walked off and I felt the lingering of her little crotch squeezing I could feel myself start to get hard again. No doubt about it, this was going to be a long week.

Everywhere I went that weekend, something reminded me of sex. Not that I don’t think about sex all the time anyway, but not being able to find any relief magnified every little encounter. First was the sweet little thing in the tank top in front of me at the convenient store getting some beer. No bra with perky nipples straining at the fabric of her cotton tank top with short shorts crawling up the crack of her ass. She dropped her change, I’m sure on purpose, giving me a great view down the top of her shirt as she bent down to get it. I was looking right down her top as she was looking me straight in the eye. I was busted. Knowing she gave me an eye full she smiled as she glanced at my crotch to see if she got her desired effect. She did.

Saturday afternoon I went to the library to do some real studying. I settled down at a table in a quiet section and spread out my stuff. It was still early in the semester and the building was all but empty. No one studies this early in the semester. They usually wait until its time to cram. The only other person around was this pretty little redhead sitting at a table about twenty feet away. Whenever I go to the library, I like to find a spot near a pretty little something. That way I can let my mind wander when I need a break.

From where I was sitting I could see under her table and had a good view of her legs and the area that was being hidden by her short little tennis skirt. When she readjusted her self and uncrossed her legs I could see a little further up her skirt. The longer we studied the higher her skirt rose. I tried not to stare but I was sure she caught me glancing now and then. Before I knew it, I started to feel that stirring in my pants. Finding it difficult to get comfortable I kept fidgeting in my chair trying to find a position to revealing the stress in my shorts. Sensing my discomfort, my little friend kept the pressure on, letting the skirt rise even more letting her red and white checked cotton panties come into view. As my eyes strayed from my work we would occasionally catch each others eye. She would give me a little smile, return to her work and let her legs spread a little further apart.

Not being able to take much more of this excitement, I decided to head to the gym to burn off some frustration. I worked on the heavy bag for about thirty kuşadası escort minutes and got in six rounds of sparing. This is an intense workout and drains ones energy. Usually after a work like this it is difficult to get an erection until I have a few hours to recover. After a shower and change of gear I headed home.

Walking up the stairs to my little second floor apartment I met my neighbor Cindy on her way down. Cindy is a dizzy little blond that lives with her boyfriend and is always teasing just about anything in pants. The staircase isn’t wide enough for to way traffic so we had to turn a little sideways to let each other pass. As we passed Cindy got right up next to me and let her breast brush across my chest as we passed.

“Excuse me. I apologized as she brushed against me.”

She didn’t say a word. She just looked back, winked and went on her way. Damn, I was hard again.

The next day wasn’t any better. Every time I saw a tight little body I would feel my cock start to stir. My nocturnal erection took on new meaning. I would find myself stoking my erection in my sleep and wake up with a hard-on that could drill through granite. I was so horny the crack of dawn wasn’t safe.

Monday morning finally came at last. I ran into Erin outside our first class.

“Have you been a good boy?” she asked.

“I have and it hasn’t been easy. As a matter of fact, I had a wet dream last night. I don’t think that breaks our little convenient does it?”

“I guess not, I guess there is any thing you can do about what happens when you’re asleep. You were really asleep right?”

“Scouts honor”

“How about you, have you been able to refrain?”

“I have, but I have to admit, I‘m having erotic dreams”

I sat next to Erin for the first two classes and managed not to cum in m pants as I took in the aroma of her perfume and recalled her naked body on the dinning room table. Amanda was there waiting for us when we walked into Human Sexuality class. it was a joy to also see her smiling face and tight little body. I sat with the girls on either side of me and I sort of felt like Hugh Hefner.

Erin leaned across me and told Amanda about my wet dream and she smiled.

Pam entered the class, dropped a small pile of notes on the lectern, and addressed the class.

” When it comes to masturbation there are two kinds of people, those who do it, and those who lie about it.”

Pam had a way of addressing what was sure to be a delicate discussion with a little humor to break the ice.

“Let’s start our discussion today with reasons why masturbation is better than sex.”

She looked right at me. “Since you’re the only male left in the class, why don’t you start us off”

I briefly looked around and saw that the only other guy was absent and assumed that he dropped the class (which I found out later to be true). I have to admit I was starting to get a little nervous. Some twenty odd pairs of female eyes looking at me to open up the discussion on a very personal subject. After all only two of these ladies had actually watched me masturbate. I thought I might try to play off Pam’s opening remark.

With as innocent a face as I could muster, I said. “I don’t know what your talking about, I don’t masturbate . . . ’

Pam laughed and shot back at me “You lie like a rug”

The class let out a roar of laughter. “Ok,” I started out again.”How about you don’t have to wait for your partner to be in the mood.”

“Good start, anyone else want to chime in”

After a few seconds someone said. “You can’t get pregnant”

That was followed with “You can’t get a disease”

Then they started coming from all corners of the room.

“Relieves boredom”

“Its relaxing”

“You always get to orgasm”

“Helps you sleep”

“You don’t have to worry about your partner”

Pam jumped in.” We have a lot of good reasoning here. Let’s look at a few of these in more detail. Let’s look at the health benefits first. Society is obsessed with sex, but we don’t see the headlines “Study Shows Daily Masturbation Reduces Stress, Invigorates Heart, and Prolongs Life.” It’s just another example of the taboo clothing this simple sexual activity, because all of that is true!”

“Next to running, masturbation is my favorite way to clear my brain. I take that back, I prefer masturbation to running. It is not as nearly as hard on the knees.” She continued.

“People have been obsessing for so long over the mythological health risks of masturbation that they don’t stop to think about the numerous benefits. Not only dose it relieve stress, it helps you sleep , keeps your pelvic muscles toned, it’s a good cardiovascular workout, and it’s probably good for your complexion! What’s more, this simple act of taking responsibility for your sexual needs is bound to improve self-esteem and self-confidence.”

“Every time you masturbate you’re asserting your identity as a sexual person. Masturbation is sex. If you believe you’re only being sexual when you’re with a partner, you’re missing out kocaeli escort on an entirely satisfying, fulfilling aspect or your sexual self.”

“When you masturbate you actively cast off those repressive Victorian attitudes about sex instilled in you by parents, teachers, clergy, politicians, and the media. You’re not going to go blind; you aren’t going to grow hair on your palms, you aren’t “wasting your seed”; you’re not frigid; you aren’t being punished, you won’t get a disease. You’re celebrating your sexuality and practicing safe sex. Give yourself a hand, literally. Believe me those repressive thoughts have sent more than one person into therapy.

“What better way to learn about your anatomy and sexual responsiveness than by masturbating? We are all unique sexual beings, and masturbation will teach you just what type of stimulation feels good where. We don’t have buttons that you can just push. Each of us has their own idea of what they need and feel. With this knowledge, you can explore and experiment sexually, with by yourself or with a partner.”

“Alone, you’re responsible only for your own pleasure, so you’re free to go as slowly or as quickly as you like. You’re more likely to give yourself the time and permission to practice until something works for you. Once you’ve discovered the secrets of success, you can approach partner sex with more confidence.”

“Ok, she paused, let’s get a little graphic here. I have found that having a good open talk about masturbation can break down the barriers in the class and will provide for good open discussion for the rest of the semester. So it’s time to tell our masturbation stories. I’ll break the ice and go first.”

“What works best for me is direct clitoral stimulation. I will wet my fingers from my mouth, from between my legs or with a product, such as K-Y liquid or massage oil. Then I use the first two fingers of both hands to spread the skin a little, the others to stroke. It is fabulous to begin stroking the center of my clitoris, then while continuing the strokes, move them around, then down, below the center of greatest sensitivity, every now and then bringing them stroking right back into the center, up onto the hardest part, then as orgasm approaches, back down . . . repeating this several times. What it amounts to is a self-tease of sorts and makes the resultant orgasm wonderfully intense. Watching with a mirror close up makes it even more fabulous. I just have to be careful not to come too quick, or the intensity of the orgasm is too very reduced.”

I was mesmerize by her talk and I wasn’t the only one the whole class was waiting on every word. By the time she was half way through her description I was hard as steel. I don’t think I was the only one she was having this effect on because although, we all hanging on every word I noticed a lot of the ladies were starting to fidget in their seats. Erin and Amanda included. I couldn’t believe that this beautiful sexy lady was openly talking about her most privet moments in front of the class.

“I’m not opposed to using toys now and again, but that is a different story. Enough about me let’s talk about you. Who wants to go next?”

The class was silent everyone’s eyes were roaming around the room wondering if anyone would speak up.

“Come on now,” Pam replied o the silence. ” I have opened myself up here who’s next?”

I couldn’t believe it when a voice next to me started to speak up.

“I like to use a string of beads . . . ” Amanda started confidently, . . . the ones you wear around you neck . . . like from Mardi gras. I like to Pull the beads back and forth so one strand is on either side on my clit. If I’m not wet yet this can be kind of painful so I my need to lubricate them a bit first. The orgasm feels so incredible! And if I insert my fingers and stimulate my G-spot when I am about to orgasm, I’ll squirt a little when I orgasm. I used to be embarrassed about squirting, you know, because I thought it was urine, but I recently was convinced it’s not urine just a great orgasm.

“A squirter, great! You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Pam remarked, “we will talk more about female ejaculation at our next meeting. Ok, who’s next to tell us a story.”

The room continued to be silent. “I think the ladies are a bit apprehensive to talk around a guy. Perhaps if you would tell us how you like to masturbate it may help things a long.” Pam said looking right at me. She took a seat on one of the desk tops waiting for me to start.

I started slowly and a bit hesitant. “Sometimes I will start by just letting my finger tips run along the underside of my penis when I first start touching myself, I’m really sensitive there. Then I may use some lubricant, hand lotion usually. I will make a circle with my thumb and forefinger and start sliding it up and down slowly. Then I will place one or both hands around my penis, and stroke up and down along the shaft. I also enjoy encircling the head of the penis with each stroke sometimes I will use the other hand to massaging my balls . . . excuse konya escort me, my testicles. I like to take my time. The longer I can hold off the more intense the orgasm.”

“Do you use any porn to help you along?” Pam asked.

“Sometimes, but I have a very vivid imagination. I may just think about sexual situation ones from my past or just fantasize sometimes it’s a little weird but, I like to think about how a woman smells, it is a real turn on for me.”

“That’s not weird, smell can be a powerful turn on. What about toys, ever use any?”

“Well. only a couple of times. One time I used a girlfriends vibrator along the side of my penis. And then there is always the shower massage.”

“Thank you for sharing with us. Next”

A voice from the back of the room started up. It was the red headed girl from the library on Saturday. I hadn’t noticed her in the class before with Erin and Amanda monopolizing my attention.

“I read erotic stories. I start to rock back and forth, the seam of my pants rubbing my self though my panties. Then I go to my bedroom and rub my breasts with some lotion. My nipples get so hard perk right up. By now, I’m too wet and turned to prolong anything. I lay face down on my body pillow on my bed and rub my hard clit in small flicking motions. I cum so hard sometimes, one time my next door neighbor called to complain. I’m in a duplex and his room is right through my wall, I told him it was just the TV.”

“That’s great. I like to read erotic stories too.” Pam remarked. “Let’s hear another.”

With every story I got harder. I was starting to think that the ladies were starting to enjoy the effect they were having on me, but I wasn’t alone I was sure I got a whiff of female excitement.

Erin decided it was her turn.

I start in the shower. I like to get all slippery with soap and rub myself everywhere. Once I get really turned on, I will dry off and lay on my bed. I take my index finger and slowly begin to stroke my clit. Then take out my red gel vibrator , place it directly on my clit, and start off slow. As the vibrator hums against it, I can feel it pulse — kind of like my heart beating. Thud-thud, thud-thud . . . Then I move the vibrator around, until I hit what I call the “sweet spot.” This is the spot on my clit that, when I put the vibrator against it, the throbbing really begins. I then lay back, and pinch my nipples. Then I let the vibrator slip inside me and start to rub my clit with my other hand. The pressure against my clit begins to build until I suddenly feel myself go over the edge.

“Another great technique.” Pam announced.” If any of you ladies out there don’t have a vibrator, I suggest you don’t hesitate and go out and get one.”

“And one more thing” Erin replied. “I liked to be watched.”

When she said that I about came in my pants.

Pam announced that class was over for the day. And we could pick up on this theme next time.

When I got up from my desk my erection had still not subsided I could even feel a wet spot form the pre-cum I was starting to leak. As I walk past Pam, I could tell she notices the lump in my levies.

“Enjoy the class?” She asked.

“Yea, never been to one like it.”

Erin and Amanda were waiting for me outside the building. Both of them were staring at my crotch without even trying to avert their eyes.

“Looks like class an effect on you.” Amanda remarked.

“Tell me your panties didn’t get a little damp in there today.”

“Actually, they are drenched and my nipples are as hard as bullets too. I don’t think I can make to Thursday.”

“I don’t either,” Erin jumped in.” Let’s meet tonight at our place. How about eight.”

“Make it seven.” I said.

“Ok, seven it is. Right now Amanda and I have a little shopping to do. Would you believe she doesn’t have a vibrator?”

” I wouldn’t have expected that.”

” I just never felt the need. I have always been able to have great orgasms without one.”

“If you get Amanda a vibrator we, may not see she for a week. She will just lock herself in the bedroom until the batteries need to be replaced.”

“Oh, you well see me. I’ll just do it the livingroom. I enjoy being watched too.” She joked.

” Let me go with you. It will be fun helping you pick out your first vibrator. Make sure you get the extra long life batteries.”

We hopped into my truck and headed downtown to a little lingerie and novelty shop that Erin knows. On the way down Erin was telling us the “ins and outs” of different vibrators she has had. Apparently sweet little innocent Erin has had some experience with battery operated toys and has even worn out a few.

The shop was tastefully arranged with some high quality garments. Off to one side by no means hidden was the toy section. To our surprise two other of our classmates were already there looking over the merchandise. Erin was in her zone showing Amanda and me the different devices. Big ones, lip stick size one, penis shaped, rocket shaped, egg shaped. All sizes and colors. Amanda decided on a slim ( C battery ) pink rocket style, very feminine looking one. At the cash register we got some batteries and checked out. Amanda started to retrieve a credit card from her purse, but Erin and I wouldn’t let her pay for it. We split the cost between us stating it would be an honor to be allowed to present her with the gift.

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“Miranda, please don’t spend any money on me. I don’t need a gift.” Tom argued with me.

“But Tom, I want to make your birthday extra special. This is the first time you’ve had a birthday since we started dating.”

“Miranda, I’m serious. Don’t waste any money on me. My dream birthday is just having over three or four friends, watching the Heat play basketball, playing poker, and drinking beer.”

“That’s it?” I asked him. “You can’t think of a single book, CD, or video game you would like?”

“Miranda, I have all the material stuff I need. I don’t need anything. Please, I know you sometimes have trouble saving money, and I really don’t want you to spend a cent on my birthday. If you really must, you can make me a cake and we’ll have it when my friends come over next week.”

“That’s it Tom? Your dream birthday party is Beer, Basketball, Poker, and a homemade birthday cake?” I responded.

“That’s it. That would make me so happy.”

“I’ll bet I can make your birthday party more special than that, Tom.” I said with a wicked gleam in my eye. I was already planning and plotting a very sexy surprise for him.

“O.K., whatever, just don’t waste your hard earned cash on me please.” Tom insisted.

“Oh I won’t Tom. I promise I won’t spend one penny on your party.”

“Good, thanks. I love you.”

“I love you too, Tom.” I replied, and I gave him a long lingering kiss on his lips.

His birthday was on Saturday night, so I had four days to prepare. I called my friend Julie the next day, and asked if she would be interested in coming over to Tom’s birthday party.

“Sure, what time, Miranda?” Julie said over the phone. I told her to come around 5:00 to help me prepare. She happened to be a pastry chef at a good Miami Beach restaurant, and I knew she would be able to make a much better cake than I would. She also had three other qualities I especially was looking for; she was incredibly attractive, she was very out going, and she was also very kinky. I had heard her tell me many tales of her sexual exploits, and I barely believed them all.

Tom was sitting on the black leather sofa when I arrived at his apartment at 4:00 on his birthday. He was drinking a bottle of Corona with a lime in it. I opened my purse and pulled out four cards.

“What are those, honey?” Tom asked me, probably surprised to see four birthday cards instead of just one.

“The top one is your birthday card, and the next three are your birthday gifts. Open up the cards, Tom.” I told him.

“Miranda, I told you not to get me gifts. What are those, gift cards for stores?”

“Tom, I kept my promise, the gifts didn’t cost a thing. O.K., I spent $1.00 on a few envelopes, sorry.”

He had a puzzled expression on his face. He picked up the top envelope, which was white. He ripped it open, and there was a simple hand-written note from me that read “Dear Tom. Happy birthday, lover. I want to make it very special. There are three envelopes on the table. Don’t open them yet; I will tell you when to open them. Love, Miranda.” It was written in red ink.

He gave me a kiss on the lips and thanked me for the cards.

At 5:00 the doorbell rang. It was my friend Julie. I opened the door to a tall stunning blonde with extremely large natural breasts. Her long blonde wavy hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she had on dark red lipstick and light blue eyeliner. She was wearing a red short sleeve button down blouse and a medium length black skirt, along with black high heels. Her legs were bare with no pantyhose on.

I gave her a hug and invited her into the living room. Tom greeted her, and stared at her figure for a second. I’m sure he would have liked to look at her even longer, but he was no doubt afraid that I would get upset. Unlike many women, I do not get jealous when my boyfriend appreciates other female bodies; in fact, I strongly encourage it. Tom had a hard time believing this, because his previous girlfriend had not approved of this at all.

I led her upstairs into Tom’s den, and we sat down on wicker chairs and started to go over the details of the party. We had sketched out our plan over the phone, but now that we were in person we were able to really fine tune the strategy to make his birthday party incredible.

I asked her what she was wearing under her red blouse. “Nothing!” she said while giggling. This was off to a great start, I thought.

I had on a very sexy white lacy bra under my plain black t-shirt, but I liked her way of thinking, so I removed my shirt and bra, and then put the shirt back on over my bare breasts.

I had remembered seeing an advertisement in the local alternative newspaper for topless bartenders. They were available for bachelor parties, frat parties, or whatever other occasions there were for men to gather and have topless women serve them alcohol all night. The price was pretty steep, though, and I knew I couldn’t buy that for Tom. So Julie and I were going to provide that service for free. This was Tom’s first gift.

I heard the door downstairs open and close a few times. Tom had invited five of his friends over; balıkesir escort Robert, Patrick, Carry, Joe and Hiroshi. I had a little history with the first four; on Super-Bowl Sunday this year I played a little game with them. To make a long story short, I derailed there plans to watch the game by offering them a strip show, lap-dances, and hand-jobs. I had only met Hiroshi a few times, and didn’t know him very well. Joe was a tall blonde with a crew-cut. He was the most annoying of Tom’s friends; always quoting stupid lines from movies, giving people high fives, and getting extremely wasted. Carry was a heavy-set guy with long brown hair who was generally pleasant to be around. Robert was the classic tall dark handsome stranger, a six foot tall well groomed gentleman. He was from Puerto Rico. Unfortunately, he was usually obnoxious; I couldn’t decide who bothered me more between him and Joe. Patrick was O.K. He was shorter than average, with short brown hair. He was really into sports, and always talking about them. Hiroshi was also on the short side, with short dark hair and Asian features. He was a Japanese American, born and raised in Miami. He seemed pretty friendly, but I barely knew him.

I came downstairs to greet the guys and take the cake out of the oven. It looked great; it was chocolate cake with a thick butter-cream frosting. The guys were all deeply engrossed in the Miami Heat game. They were playing some team with blue uniforms, I had absolutely no idea who, and I didn’t really care either. Everyone said a friendly “Hello” to me. The guys were eating a bunch of junk food; Doritos, beef jerky, Oreos, and pretzel sticks. Everyone was drinking beer. I saw Tom start to go to the fridge for another beer, and I told him to sit down.

“I’m just getting a beer, Miranda.”

“Tom, sit down and open your first gift. You won’t have to get up to get a beer, trust me. The rest of the night the beer will come to you and your friends.” I told him while I held his hand.

Puzzled, he sat back down on the sofa and opened the first envelope.

Inside there was a piece of paper that said “I want this to be a very special birthday, so I have arranged a treat for you and your buddies. I know everyone will appreciate this gift. I have arranged for a topless bartending service to wait on the six of you all night. All you have to do is sit down and relax as attractive women bring you beer on demand all night, along with anything else you might want from the refrigerator or bar. If anyone wants absolutely anything to eat or drink, they can just relax and order the bare-chested waitresses to get it, as long as it is something you have in the kitchen.”

I savored the surprised look on my boyfriend’s face as he read my note.

“What did she give you?” Robert asked.

“Miranda, that costs a lot of money, I thought I told you not to spend anything on my birthday!” Tom reacted.

“What is it, dude?” Joe asked Tom.

“Umm…Miranda hired some umm…topless waitress service, I guess.”

“Fuckin’ A!” Joe said loudly.

The faces of all the guys lit up when they heard about Tom’s birthday gift.

“Miranda, how much was that? I really appreciate the thought, believe me, but I’ll pay you back for it.”

“Tom, I kept my promise.”

“But how did you keep your promise unless…NO WAY! You can’t be serious.”

Most of the guys put two and two together and realized what was about to happen. I’m not sure if Joe was bright enough to figure it out, though. Robert yelled out “Dude, she’s the topless waitress! All right! Fuck yeah! But she said ‘waitresses’ plural. Who else is going to serve us?”

Julie must have been listening to the conversation from upstairs, because she descended the steps right at that moment and said “Hello, boys!”

The men stared right at her chest, unable to believe there good fortune. Her breasts were much larger than mine, and I felt a twinge of jealousy when I realized that she was probably going to get more stares than I was. We had planned out the timing of the shirt removal part of this gift, and we stood side by side in front of the teak wood coffee table. The six guys just stared at us in disbelief as we quickly shed our shirts. Mine was off first, since it was just a t-shirt that I had to remove over my head. Julie took a few seconds longer since she had to unbutton her red blouse. We both stood still for a minute, letting the men get their first good look of our bare breasts. I absolutely loved the attention, and I know that Julie loved it too.

“Well, men, what do you all want to drink?” I asked the group of six.

“Miranda, you are crazy!” Tom said.

I knew he wouldn’t be upset with me, since he loves showing off my body to his friends. Our relationship is open enough that he knew all about my Super-Bowl Sunday with some of his friends, and he approved of it.

Joe immediately took us up on our offer. “I’ll take a Bud, some wine cheese and crackers, and a bowl of popcorn.” He knew full well that we hadn’t made any popcorn yet, so he was obviously testing us.

“Just a Corona, honey. bartın escort Wow, thank you! I love you, Miranda.” Tom said.

“Stop getting all mushy in front of us!” Joe shouted to Tom.

“May I please have a Bud too?” Carry asked politely.

“Sure. Anything to eat?” Julie asked our third customer.

“I’ll just have what everyone else is having.”

“C’mon, dude, get whatever you want, that’s what waitresses are for!” Robert informed Carry.

“O.K. I don’t know what you have in the refrigerator, though.”

“I’ll go look!” Julie replied.

Patrick asked for a Rum and Coke, which was not a problem with Tom’s well stocked bar. Hiroshi asked for a Corona with Lime.

We walked back to the kitchen to prepare the food and drinks. Julie made the Rum and Coke and opened the beers, and I made the popcorn and cheese and cracker platter. I put a few beers in the freezer to make them extra cold for the next round.

We walked back to the men and served them. Julie made sure to get extra close to their faces as she bent down and served them what they had ordered. I placed the bowl of popcorn in the middle of the table, and made a show of shaking my tits as I walked back to the kitchen to get the birthday cake.

Julie was giggling hysterically as we sliced the cake. She placed candle in the cake and spoke to me in a quiet voice, “Wait till he gets his second gift! Or should I say wait till they all get THEIR second gift! They’re gonna flip out when that happens.”

I asked her what she was wearing under her black skirt.

“A pink thong.” She let me know. “And what is under your shorts, Miranda?”

“A pair of white lacy panties from Victoria’s Secret. Tom bought it for me as a Valentine’s Day gift. They are really soft.”

“I brought a toy, too.” Julie told me as she reached into her purse which was sitting on the bar. She surprised me when she pulled out a long slim pink vibrator. She turned it on to demonstrate the power of the toy, and I felt its strong vibrations in my hand.

We grabbed the next round of beers from the freezer and served the men. When they were not placing orders for food or drinks we sat down on the love seat and let the men look at our bodies. They did this quite often; although I’m sure they looked at Julie more than they looked at me. They had no idea what was coming next.

About an hour later the men where sitting at the dining room table, engrossed in a game of poker. Joe ordered a Long Island, which I didn’t know how to make, but fortunately Tom had a bartending manual in his kitchen, and I was soon all the different shots and lemon juice and Coke together. I found a straw and a nice tall glass to serve the drink in. Julie smiled at me and said “I think it’s time for Tom to open his next present!” in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear.

I dropped the second envelope next to Tom’s pile of chips. He opened it up.

It read “Tom, I know you often fantasize about my bisexual side, but you have never had a chance to see it. Julie has agreed to help in this, as I offer you your second birthday gift. You and your friends will witness us having sex. No rush, just whenever you are ready for it.”

Hiroshi was getting pretty toasted, and he looked down to read the note.

“Hey, don’t look at my cards!” Tom said.

“I’m not, dude, I just want to see you present!” Hiroshi responded.

“I can’t believe our luck, gentlemen, but my lovely girlfriend has offered to put on a lesbian sex show for us!”

“Holy fucking shit!” Robert yelled.

“Fuck yeah!” was Joe’s clever response.

“You crazy girl.” Tom called out, as he dropped his cards to the table face up.

“Game over, men!” was Tom’s next statement.

The other guys nodded as they dropped there cards, not caring who had been winning or losing. I knew how powerful this gift was, because they normally play very competitively, and had to have been very distracted to drop there cards in the middle of a hand of poker.

Julie and I moved the coffee table over to give us room on the floor. She ran upstairs to get a sheet to put on the floor. The six men stared it me in shock as I dropped my tan shorts to the floor and stood in just my panties. I gave them all a huge grin as I yanked my panties off and stood there completely nude. I twirled around and let them admire my bare ass before sitting down on the floor as I waited for Julie to return.

Julie came down stairs with a queen sized red sheet, and laid it on the white carpet. The men all turned their chairs around to face us. Julie lifted her skirt up over her waist to give the guys a quick flash of her bare pussy. Hiroshi said “Whoa, she’s not wearing any panties!”

“Brilliant observation, Einstein.” Patrick teased him.

She wasted no time in removing her skirt, and the men now had two naked females to look at. She took my hand and sat down next to me on the sheet. We had choreographed every move of the show beforehand. Still sitting down, she faced me and wrapped her legs around mine. She pressed her huge breasts against my own and we eagerly batman escort started to make out. I closed my eyes and felt her tongue enter my mouth and French kiss me. I kissed her back passionately, while I started to play with her breasts.

We kissed loudly, making sure the men could hear all the wet noises we were making as I kissed her mouth deeply. I wanted them to all know that this was the real thing; I wanted them to know that saliva was being exchanged and tongues were touching. I ran my fingers through her long blonde hair as she started to play with my bare breasts. She tweaked my nipples, getting them nice and hard. I have large areolas, and they get all puffy and red when I’m turned on. I looked down and saw that my pussy lips were glistening.

We tumbled to the sheet, lying down next to each other face to face. I wrapped my legs around her ass, feeling her blonde bush rubbing up against my short red bush. Her kisses and touches were getting me really horny, and I couldn’t wait to taste her pussy. She caressed my back and shoulders as I squeezed her ass in my hands.

I looked up to see how the men were enjoying this show. The six of them were all silent, which is unusual when the group includes Joe and Robert in it. I noticed bulges in all of their pants. I returned my attention to Julie. Although this was a show to entertain the six guys, I fully intended to give her real pleasure and sexual fulfillment that evening. I broke our embrace so I could start kissing her skin.

I started with her neck, and kissed my way down to her cleavage. I cupped as much of her tits into my hands as I possibly could, and started to caress them while still kissing the area between them. I licked her skin and blew hot air onto it. I started kissing lower and lower as I felt her fingers caress my long red hair. I stopped when I got to her pussy; I intended to get to that later. I kissed her toes, sucking each one of them. Then I started to work my kisses up her legs, stopping at her knees. I put my hands onto the soft fleshy skin behind her knees to give her a sensual treat as I continued to kiss my way up to her thighs. I got my fingers wet and rubbed that area behind her knees again as I kissed the salty tasting flesh of her inner thighs. She was starting to sweat, and I heard her heavy breathing. My mouth had finally reached the soft area of skin right by her pussy lips, and I brought my hands up to open up her folds.

She moaned when I parted her pink lips with my fingers, feeling her thick blonde pubic hair tickle my nose. I planted a few soft light kisses on her outer lips, and stuck my index finger inside her pussy to reach her G-spot. I wiggled my finger inside her, and licked her pussy lips up and down. I used my other hand to spread her pussy lips open even more, finally finding her engorged red clit. I teased the area right by the clit with my fingers, watching it swell even more. She was rocking her hips up and down, urging me to finally eat her out.

I licked her thighs in big sweeping circles, then I let the circles get smaller and smaller as I zoned in to her clit. My tongue increased the pressure, and finally hit her spot. She let out a very loud groan when she felt my tongue hit her clit. I kept up the pressure, and increased the motion of my index finger inside her cunt. I felt the rough spot inside her slippery hole and knew I was in the right place.

I made out with her pussy like I was French kissing her mouth. I tasted her salty juices and made loud slurping and sucking sounds for the men to hear. While I had been eating Julie out the men had gotten out of there chairs and gathered in a circle around our sheet. They were all kneeling on the floor, and some of them were within two feet of the action. I knew that they were close enough to smell our arousal, adding another sense to the sights and sounds they were experiencing as I pleasured Julie’s hot cunt.

Julie was making the funniest sounds while I ate her out. Sometimes she would purr like a kitten, and sometimes she would giggle. Although I knew she was bisexual, I had never been with her before, and I was surprised at how strange she acted while receiving oral sex. She could not sit still at all; she was squirming so much I could barely keep my mouth on her pussy. Just when I was beginning to wonder if she was actually receiving any sexual pleasure out of this experience, she grabbed my face and positioned it so that my nose was pressed about an inch above her clit, buried in her blonde bush. I have never experienced a woman so wet, and her juices were soaking my mouth and chin. She suddenly got really quiet and focused, and I suspected that she was about to come.

All of a sudden I felt her legs clamp around my ears, and she screamed bloody murder as she started to have her orgasm. Her long red fingernails began to dig into my shoulders as she gripped me tightly. I kept the pressure on her with my tongue, licking her clit relentlessly as she let out juices on my face. My finger was still buried deep inside her hole, and I could feel her muscles clamping down on my finger as she contracted. She thrashed her hips up into the air, forcing my face up as well. I sensed that she was reaching the stage of her orgasm where her clit would get too sensitive for firm pressure, so I relaxed my mouth and tongue. I let her ride out her orgasm while gently caressing her thighs with my free hand.

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Sex, Lies and Digital Cameras PT.2

Over the next couple of months I used my digi-cam to spy on my wife whenever I worked away from home. I was lucky several times, if I overhear her making arrangements, with her lover, I set the recorder accordingly.

On these occasions, I filmed Linzi and her lover, Barry, fucking and sucking for hours on end.

Their behaviour became predictable, on most visits. Linzi would answer the door, dressed in sexy underwear. Within seconds of entering the living room she would have his cock out of his pants and halfway down her throat. Sometimes, if he was in a hurry (coming home from work or the gym), he would be satisfied with a blowjob – always splashing his come on her face.

More often, than not, she would suck him or deep-throat him for 5 or 6 minutes, then he would fuck her pussy, finish in her arse, and she would lick his dick clean. The ‘action’ never lasted more than an hour. He would have a beer or a cup of coffee, then go home. At first I was relieved that she was only using him for sex, and wasn’t actually in love with him, but the longer it went on, the more I realised that she was hooked on him, like a drug addict.

Occasionally he would be in a hurry and be satisfied with a blowjob, when he would blow his wad in her mouth, which she would gratefully swallow.

On other occasions, I set the camera up in the hope that Barry would arrive. Several times, all I recorded was my wife watching TV. It would be obvious by the way that she was dressed, that nothing was planned, so I would stop the tape after 10 or 12 minutes.

One day, just as I was about to switch the tape off, I heard the doorbell ring. Dressed in her work clothes, Linzi looked puzzled as she left the room. Out of curiosity, I continued to watch. Looking a little bit confused, Linzi re-entered, followed by Barry’s brother, Stu. He looked a bit drunk.

The tape sound wasn’t great, as the TV was still playing, so it was difficult to hear what they were saying.
Stu flopped onto the sofa, while Linzi nervously stood in the middle of the room. It became evident that he was clumsily asking for sex. Linzi didn’t seem interested. Stu became agitated and stood up. He threw his jacket on the floor, unfastened his combat pants and pulled his swollen cock out of his boxers, waving it at her. Linzi seemed to be telling him to put it away and leave.

After a few minutes, he seemed to get the message, and started to pull his combats up. His head dropped and he began to get very upset, apologising and on the verge of tears.

Linzi took pity on him, moved towards him and placed her arms around his shoulders. She planted a soft kiss on his cheek, then whispered something. He cheered up instantly.

Removing one of her hands, she placed it on his soft penis, gently tugging on it. A huge smile lit up his face, as her tugging started to take effect.

Sliding down his young body, Linzi’s face was in front of the now, very hard black cock.

The bitch just couldn’t resist, could she?

Like the expert that she was, she enveloped the fat head with her lips. Stu rested his hands on her shoulders and slowly moved his hips back and forth, fucking my wife’s mouth.

She tapped him on the thigh, and motioned him to lie down, on the sheepskin rug. They ended up in a 69- type position. Her mouth was clamped around half of his cock as she lifted her skirt and pulled at the elastic of her tights. He got the message and pulled them and her knickers off her legs. Her sucking was becoming faster, and the boy was getting closer to the edge, when she opened her legs for him. Stu knew exactly what to do, and buried his face in her cunt, lapping at her like a puppy. He must have found her clitoris very quickly as she began to crush his head in her vice-like grip. Her body shook like she’d had an electric shock, when she orgasmed. It was all too much for the boy, his cock fell from her mouth and he sprayed jets of white spunk all over her face and hair.

Not wanting to let it go to waste, Linzi tried her best to catch some in her mouth, but there was too much and it was coming out too quickly.

Five minutes later, as Linzi recovered, lying on her back with her legs wide open, Stu stood up, fastened his combats, appeared to say ‘thanks’, and left.

One of my other ‘lucky captures’ was on a Friday night, when I had to attend an exhibition in London. Expecting her to go clubbing and return with Barry, I set the timer for 1am.

Sure enough, at 1.10, the house lights went on, but instead of Barry, a very drunk Linzi arrived holding hands with two guys in suits. One black (of course!), and one white. They both looked about 40 and could have been sales reps or something similar. The black guy was about 5ft. 10, well groomed, with a goatee beard, and his friend was shorter and slimmer.

Linzi staggered across the room to put a CD (Macy Gray) on the hi-fi.

After dropping her jacket on a chair, she began to drunkenly dance with the black kütahya escort guy, sloppily kissing him at the same time.

His hands went straight to her cute arse (partly to keep her from falling over). When he met no resistance, he pulled her dress up and over her hips, just as Barry had done some months ago, exposing her fleshy arse, pink g-string and stockings to his friend.

The white guy joined them, by pressing himself against her back, grinding his hips into her exposed buttocks.

Linzi let her head fall against the second guys chest, as the black one stroked and kissed her tits. She was in ecstasy as they pulled her dress up and over her head, leaving her in matching pink underwear. Her Wonderbra made her tits look huge. The black guy obviously agreed as he buried his head in her ample cleavage, licking and kissing her sweaty breasts. Number two had taken his jacket and shirt off, by now and was kicking his shoes into the corner.

He turned Linzi to face him, and sunk his tongue into her mouth, she responded instantly, by unclipping his belt and pulling his zip down. When she placed her hands on his bulge, his trousers dropped to his ankles. Very deftly he stepped out of them as Linzi released his throbbing cock from his pants. She broke from her kiss to look at it. Smaller than her black lovers, she wasn’t disappointed; it must have been 6 or 7 inches long and quite thick (again, bigger than mine). She turned her eyes back to his and raised her eyebrows, to express her pleasure.

Number 1 was now naked and standing behind her. Slightly dipping his knees, he moved forward and pressed his cock between her legs. Linzi jumped with shock, and moved away from them. Laughing at her reaction, Number 1 placed his hands on his hips, breathed in and waved his cock at her.

If she was happy with Number 2, she was positively overjoyed with Number 1. It looked every inch as big as Barry’s cock.

Linzi unclipped her bra, tweaked her nipples and fell to her knees, between the two men. Her hands immediately went to their dicks. Nature took over and she began sucking on the large black cock, as she wanked the white one. Both men played with her tits as she alternated sucking them. The white guy said something to his friend, who nodded agreement. He then helped Linzi stand up. Her face was covered in a drunken, sloppy, grin as she lay on the sofa.

Number 2 knelt between her legs, stroking her inner thighs, as Number 2 fed his cock into her mouth.

The white guy was running his fingers up and down her crack, making her squirm and wriggle with anticipation. Number 1’s eyes were a picture as he eased more and more of his black snake into her mouth and down her throat.

Number 2 had lifted her up to remove her soaking panties, which he threw on top of the TV.
Linzi couldn’t have spread her legs any further, as one was on the floor while the other ankle was hooked over the back of the sofa. Number 2 must have felt like a gynaecologist as he stroked and fingered her neatly trimmed pussy, while his friend was getting the deep-throat treatment at the other end.

As the black guy was gently fucking her throat his friend asked him and Linzi something. Number 1; just grinned and nodded, Linzi raised her eyebrows. With this, he moved his position until his cock was at her entrance. With his hands holding her legs in place, he slid in to her cunt.

Linzi’s body seemed to tense up for a moment, then she relaxed, and continued fucking the big black cock with her mouth, as the white guy fucked her pussy. When they realised that Linzi was really enjoying this, both men began to increase their speed, especially the guy fucking her. My wife was now wide eyed with excitement, her lower body was trying to meet his thrusts, but her position made that too difficult. Unsure what she wanted, Number 2 leant forward, grabbed one of her tits and pushed her left leg forward until her ankle was touching her shoulder.

She was now struggling to keep up with them, but they seemed oblivious to any distress, as the white guy started to really buck his hips, forcing his friend to cradle her head as he, himself was now increasing his own speed. In a flurry of bodies Number 2 flung his body back, gritting his teeth as he flooded her womb with his juices, which set his buddy off. The black guy was twitching so much; he pulled his cock out of Linzi’s mouth so quickly, spunk was flying in all directions, landing on her face, the sofa and his pal. Linzi straightened her body out, as Number 2 pumped his last few drops into her.

Number 1 slid to the carpet and held my wife’s hand. The white guy pulled out, and was still quite stiff. Not wanting to miss a once in a lifetime opportunity he moved in front of Linzi and asked her to lick him clean, which she did with pleasure.

When she had finished, Linzi appeared very drowsy. A brief conversation ensued, ending with one of them using our phone, to call a taxi. She made herself comfortable manisa escort and fell in and out of sleep as the guys got dressed. 15 minutes later the guys picked up their jackets, and gently kissed her on the cheek and left, leaving her asleep on the sofa.

Our sex life soon became non-existent, as I was disgusted with both Linzi and myself. Just as she appeared to be hooked on sex with her black boyfriends, I was, also, hooked on watching her, and sniffing her soiled panties, at every opportunity.

As the year came to an end, I knew that our marriage couldn’t last, but I wasn’t prepared for the final chapter in our charade.

‘Ring, ring, ring’, I heard the phone, as I walked past the living room. I stopped and listened at the door. In hushed tones, I heard Linzi’s one- sided conversation.

“Hi….yes, busy in his room…..What do you think….I’m as horny as fuck….you told me that I had to wait….God, yes…..I need to fuck you now! I don’t think that I can wait until Thursday….Oh! Fuck, Barry! That sounds great…I’ll do it in the morning…he doesn’t look down there anymore, anyway….shit! I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when I answer the door…. (Laughter)…let me use the dildo….please….please….Fuck off!…You’d better be first through that door, because I’m going to fuck the first thing that moves! See you, Thursday. Love you.”

Nothing shocked me anymore. All I could think of was setting my camera up, for Thursday night.

The next few days were spent in the normal routine. We went through the motions, but even some friends had noticed the change in our relationship.

I rushed back from the airport on Friday lunchtime, to find the camera in it’s usual place, and as the tape rewound in the VCR, I checked the wash basket for her underwear. I was disappointed. All I could find were a pair of hold up stockings.

Returning to the living room with some Kleenex and a can of beer, I pressed ‘start’.

The room was empty, but I could hear music (Bob Marley). A couple of minutes passed, then Linzi appeared, wearing her bathrobe, carrying 10 or 12 cans of beer. She set them on the coffee table, and lit a cigarette. Nervously she looked at her watch.

It was apparent that they were creatures of habit. He always arrived between 7.15 and 7.30, and left at 9.30. I guessed that he, too, was married.

Over the sound of the music, I heard the doorbell ring. Smiling, Linzi took her robe off, and threw it behind a chair.

She was naked, apart from her stockings and high-heels!

As she walked towards the door, I spotted that she had shaved and shaped her bright red pubes, into a diamond.

Moments later, three, laughing, black men entered the room. Linzi followed with Barry and Stu.

The two guys that sat on the sofa were in their mid twenties. Like Barry, they had shaved heads, tattoos and covered in gold chains and rings. Their t-shirts emphasised the muscles on their arms and chests. The other man was much older (late thirties), stockier and shorter. He looked just like Joe Frazier, the boxer.

She virtually skipped across the room, making her swollen tits bounce, when Barry asked for a beer. Deliberately keeping her legs together, and with a stiff back, she bent over to get some cans. The men cheered and ‘high-fived’, each other, as she passed them around.

Barry held onto her, by the waist, as he swigged from his can. Linzi was rubbing herself against his leg, like a bitch on heat. Apart from playing with a breast and tugging at a nipple, he ignored her while he talked to his pals.

Linzi couldn’t wait any longer, as she continued rubbing her crotch against him; she slipped a hand down his joggers, to feel his cock. Barry was in his element, pretending to be Mr. Cool as my white, sex craved wife played with his cock.

He let go of her waist and playfully spanked her arse, as she pulled his long, soft, dick out. She looked up for his approval before she began sucking on that enormous weapon. He nodded, so she fell to her knees, and began slobbering on the knob and veined shaft.

Stu and the others sat staring in amazement as Linzi licked and sucked Barry for their entertainment. It grew before their eyes as she pumped more and more blood into the shaft.

Barry steadied her tilted head with his hands, and slowly fed his cock into her mouth and down her throat. I was still amazed at her prowess at ‘deep-throat’, especially considering the size of that thing.

As she gently rocked on her knees, sliding 4 or 5 inches in and out at a time, Barry said something to the others. In an instant they were on their feet and clothing was quickly discarded.

As soon as he had withdrawn, ‘Joe Frazier’ immediately replaced him in her mouth, with the thickest cock that I had ever seen, as Linzi was surrounded, by four, new, rampant black cocks. Feverishly she gobbled on it as she jerked the others to hardness. Laughing and joking they pushed each other out of their way as they, each, forced mardin escort their fat cocks into her waiting mouth.

Grabbing her head, and pushing it back, the short guy, looked at Barry, who nodded. Within seconds he was firing his spunk all over her face. Strands were going in her eyes and up her nose. She never budged. As he squeezed his last drops onto her tongue, Stu took over.

His hand was a blur, as he, too, exploded into her mouth. There was so much spunk, bubbles formed as she gasped for air, and it ran down her chin, onto her tits.

Linzi’s hands began rubbing it in to the skin of her soft breasts. I’d never seen her nipples look so hard or so long.

Now laughing hysterically, the other two pushed Stu away and placed their knobs together on her lips. As one, they spilled their hot, white goo, into her mouth and across her face.

Watching them wipe their used cocks on her face, I spontaneously ejaculated in my pants.

Barry spoke, at last, and his friends moved back. Grinning, Linzi sat back, onto her calves. Facing Barry, she licked her fingers clean as she wiped the excess love-juice into her mouth.

Her lover helped her to her feet. When she stood up he placed his massive hand between her parted legs. After he whispered something into her ear, she moved to the sofa.

With her arse on the edge, Barry took her ankles, and spread her legs as far as his arms would allow. The camera angle wasn’t terrific, but I could, just, make out her shaven pussy glistening for him. His cock looked enormous as it entered her.

Linzi let out a howl as he sank all 10 inches in. With her legs held apart by his arms, Barry proceeded to give her a ‘Helluva’ fucking. Linzi pulled his face into her shaking breasts as he hammered her bald cunt; for all that he was worth.

Stu and the others stood as close as they could, drinking beer and discussing the action like connoisseurs.

Barry, slowed down, and raised his head. Linzi relaxed her grip on him. His shiny black sword looked even bigger as it slid out.

Still holding her legs apart by the ankles, he said something to her. My wife vigorously nodded her head. Making sure that his friends were getting a good view, he nudged her ‘starfish’ with the tip of his cock. As usual it slid in with no resistance. The two, tall guys, jaws dropped, like in a cartoon, when Barry’s full 10 inches disappeared into her arse.

I could hear my wife screaming “Yes, yes, yes! OOOOHHHH! Fucking Hell! Yes, yes, yes!” as he increased his speed. Linzi was now bent double, resting on her shoulders, as he rammed her arse, “Ohhhhh! Barry! Barry! Fucking Hell! Barry!” she kept screaming. Biting his lip, he pulled out of her hole, dropped her legs and his shit stained cock erupted into her mouth. My wife clamped her lips around the shaft, so as not to spill a drop. After jerking his last few drops onto her face, Barry moved away, to get a beer.

Stu replaced his brother, in my wife’s pussy, while one of the tall ones knelt by her head, for her to eagerly suck him.

Barry and the others stood close by, naked, drinking beer, as Linzi looked in Heaven as the two men fucked her from both ends.

Stu was still ‘banging away’ when his pal spunked all over her face, for the second time.

Linzi rested her spunk-covered head on the arm of the sofa, as Stu raised her legs in the air.

Stu withdrew from her shaved pussy, and quickly pushed his cock into her arsehole, like his brother had done.

‘Joe Frazier’ and Barry were laughing out loud at my wife’s discomfort, as Stu fucked her arse, making her grunt like a pig. Stu turned to face his brother, as he sent more cum up her backside.

Linzi was panting for air as Stu slipped his cock out of her stretched hole.

Moving towards her, ‘Joe Frazier’ tugged at his gruesome cock. “Get on all fours!” I heard him growl. Linzi obeyed, immediately, facing the camera.

He knelt behind her, grabbed her by the waist and roughly rammed his cock into her. Linzi grimaced, as his fat cock stretched her arsehole. ‘Smokin’ Joe’ had an evil grin on his face as he fucked her. “Aaaaggghh! Oh, yesssss!” I could hear her moan, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” she kept repeating, as she became acclimatised to his roughness.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, yes.” She replied, through gritted teeth.

“So you like it Doggy style? Do you?” He continued as he abused my wife.

“Yes, yes, it’s fucking great! I love it.” She hissed.

“If you like it Doggy style, then bark like a dog!” He growled as the others, including Barry, laughed.

Linzi shook her head.

Fucking her so hard, now, she was struggling to stay on all fours, he shouted, “Never mind that, bitch! I said bark! Come on, bark like a fucking dog!”

“Woof, woof, WOOF!” Linzi complied.

All five men were laughing at Linzi’s humiliation.

“Right, you dirty bitch, that’s enough of that. You can suck me off now.” He told her as he pulled out.
Sitting back on his haunches ‘Frazier’ waved his cock at her. Linzi turned to face him, giving me a perfect view of her hideously over-stretched arsehole, when she bent forward.

Without touching my cock, I ejaculated for a second time, as Linzi proceeded to lick and suck his shit covered cock.

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If you have not done so yet please consider reading this storyline from its beginning. If you don’t you will probably quickly get lost in all of the continuing plots going on. It obviously is your choice to make, but I think overall this story will be enjoyed best when having read the other parts.

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A surprised Ashley looked down at her trembling hand. “Why am I shaking? Why am I suddenly so nervous about doing this?” she brooded. She considered how she had acted way crazier and been involved in way more risky stuff over the past few months, “So how can it be that this relatively controlled activity is unsettling me so much now?”

Her mind traveled back to the day at the lunchroom. She vividly remembered how Sarah’s face had turned deep red, panting, having an orgasm sitting in front of her at that small table. Right at that moment, out of thin air, the young waitress had appeared at their table and had asked “Will that be all, or is there anything else you require?” and a big second climactic wave hit Ashley’s body.

Ashley remembered how her loins had been on fire when she realized she had been caught. Unable to hold back she sat there, also orgasming, unashamedly staring straight at the lovely pointy nipples poking tru the waitress’s uniform. Barely able to suppress moaning out loud she had managed to mumble and stutter “Yes…no…Oh we are…we are Uh…good Oh all good!”

The waitress had lingered at their table for just a bit longer than required. With a mischievous grin on her face, she stood there making eye contact with Ashley as she said “I am glad everything was to your satisfaction.”

Ashley had seen the bright sparkle in her eyes when the girl placed her hand on Ashely’s and briefly squeezed it. It was blatantly obvious the girl knew what had been going on. More so, she probably had enjoyed it, but without saying another word the waitress turned and walked away.

When she and Sarah settled down a minute later, Sarah grinned and pointed at the small piece of paper left behind on Ashely’s side of the table. “Look, my queen! Hahaha, I think you have found yourself another admirer. Looks like someone left you her number.” making Ashley feel equally pleased and embarrassed. Embarrassed or not, she still made the small piece of paper disappear in her handbag. Weird enough, the waitress had not returned when they had prompted for their check. A young bloke had come over to help them. She would have liked to tip the girl, but still flustered, Ashley had not dared to ask him where the waitress had gone.

That all had happened over three weeks ago. When she arrived back home that day, and the adrenaline and rush of her displays had left her body, Ashley’s doubting nature had returned. She had been sitting on the edge of her bed remembering the girl’s hard nipples in her waitresses’s shirt, staring at the piece of paper with the phone number. It had taken her over a week of doubt about whether or not she should contact the waitress. Of course, it had been none other than Sophie who had helped her make up her mind once more.

It had been only days after Ashley’s lunchroom adventure when her friend Sophie arrived back from her business trip to Florence. But to both their dismay as an aftermath of that trip, her friend had been swamped with work assignments and so far they had only managed to meet up once. They had dinner at their favorite restaurant together. Not having been intimate for a while they sat there, desperately lusting for each other. The place was very crowded that evening, and even for them, it seemed too risky to give in too much to their feelings. Above the table, they held hands exchanging their latest ‘war stories’, while under the table there had been some minor footsy play.

It was days later when late at night a frustrated Ashley was on her back in bed, legs wide apart, working her clit with her vibrator. Desperately trying to find some satisfaction as she still had not been with Sophie. Struggling to find a climax Ashley suddenly remembered Sophie’s words during dinner “You silly goose, of course, you will contact the girl!” and she also remembered watching the glint of desire in the waitress eye’s.

She shivered when she let the vibrator slip, and its sensation ebbed away from her lovebud. She reached for her mobile and swiped to the letter ‘c.’ for her contacts. There she was, she had saved her entry name as ‘Chrissy W’, she pressed the text app and started typing.

“Hi Chrissy, Ashley here. You left me your number at the lunchroom, remember?.”

“Sorry it took me this long to react, but I was not sure if I should.”

Feeling unsure how to continue, and not wanting to think too long about what she was doing as it would possibly make her reconsider, she pressed send.

Ashley’s heart almost skipped a beat when an answer arrived barely three minutes later.

“Hello Ashley, of course I remember, how could urfa escort I forget?! Why were you unsure?” and it was followed with a smiley and a heart emoji.

The ice was broken very quickly as Chrissy turned out to be a spontaneous open young and self-confident woman. They texted for quite a while that night and with Chrissy being fun and easy to talk to it did not take long for the topics to turn to private matters fast. Ashley smiled to herself thinking how easy and normal it seemed for the young woman to be talking about such intimate things on the phone with an almost total stranger. Thinking I could never have done that when I was her age, but she loved the young girl’s frankness and attention. The smoldering desire the vibrator had left behind between Ashley’s legs was ignited again when Chrissy, which turned out to be short for Christine, told her about her actions that day at the lunchroom. She found out the reason why Chrissy had not returned to their table that day.

She told Ashley that whenever she had a chance that afternoon, she had spied on Sarah and Ashley’s secret public play, admitting that it had turned her on, or as Chrissy unceremoniously phrased it “it made me horny and wet as fuck!”. She told how she had been hiding behind a pillar very close to their table, leaning against it while watching and listening to them, while her hand had been inside her skirt sliding over her lips inside her damp panties. She told Ashley how she had felt ashamed about secretly watching them but at the same time very aroused and how she had not been able to stop touching herself in public. Ashley had smiled when reading the girl’s open-hearted confession, all too well recognizing having such conflicted feelings.

It did not take very long that night for the events to shift from relating stories and making confessions more into action on both sides of their mobiles. The texting more and more evolved into sexting and Ashley’s vibrator was scooted back over her eager twat when that first picture of two sleek fingers pushed inside of Chrissy’s young pink wet pussy popped up on the screen of her mobile. They did not make a video call that night but a large number of self-pleasing selfies had been exchanged, and in two beds it had ended with a self-induced but no longer lonely feeling satisfied orgasm.

They had texted a few times since but things did not escalate like they had in their initial contact, at least they had not yet. Ashley had come to like the open-minded young girl a lot, even without meeting her in person again. By now she was also pretty sure the feeling was mutual and they would meet up soon. The day after their digital frolicking she had told Sophie all about Chrissy and she was not surprised at all when her friend replied “Told you so!” to be followed with, “and once she is sufficiently trained you better share her with me as my reward!”

Ashley’s response had been “You are such a horny slut! Is pussy and cock all that is ever on your mind?”

Sophie sighed “Yes! And I have neither of them here with me right now. Oh my god, I miss the feel of Silvio’s throbbing cock pounding me deep inside while I am eating you.”

Ashley had helped her masturbating girlfriend to another remote climax by making the stories she told her in that call as explicit and raunchy as she could, knowing dirty talk was something her friend enjoyed.

At the end of relating her Chissy’s lunchroom story, she had suddenly picked up the lovense toy held it in front of her mobile, and showed it to Sophie. Ashley spoke into the mobile “This is the thing that was vibrating inside Sarah’s wet cunt as she came, right in front of me and Chrissy at that table!” and the response of her friend was instant.

“That is… Oh hhng yes yes I iiii mmhnnng” and Ashley watched how Sophie’s face went blank as she floated away into the high of her orgasm.

That day Ashley had been fascinated by how seeing the small toy somehow had been able to make such an impact on her friend’s body and mind and make her orgasm hard. She also remembered how Sarah had told her where she and Pete had seen such toys on the internet and something inside Ashley’s mind almost seemed to short-circuit.

The voice in her mind said “Imagine the thrill of being seen. Not only by accident or by a few people. But to be out on public display for real, for an entire crowd.”

The thought had been burning in her mind for a week since it first had taken its roots and she could not get rid of it. The voice in her mind had been almost as intrusive as that first time she had stepped naked in front of her bedroom window “You know you want to try, you need to, at least once. Just give in to your needs and surrender yourself.”

The devil and angel inside of her head had fought another battle for days going back and forth between “You want to!” and “You shouldn’t” and “You must!” and “But you can’t!” But deep inside she had known all along what part of her would sivas escort win that battle, so at the end she had surrendered.

She had done some research and now here she was. All alone in her bedroom, thinking she had been ready to surrender, yet still somehow suddenly having trembling hands. She had done her homework on how to approach this, but now it was getting all very real. Standing in front of her bed next to the light, she looked down at the bed and everything surrounding it. Checking for the hundredth time that nothing was there that could give away her identity.

She looked at the display of her bed on the camera and with a trembling hand she made a last-second adjustment, tilting it just a bit more downwards. Once more making sure her laptop was just out of frame and that her face would not be shown if she would sit down at the top of the bed in front of the camera. Another shiver ran through her body when she corrected herself, not ‘if she would sit down’ it was ‘when she would sit down.’ The voice inside went “You know you want and need this, you are prepared and now it is time to surrender and show yourself”

Her naked body shivered when she remembered one of the harder parts of surrendering to this need. She had to set up an account at a webcam site and when doing so she had to give them proof of her true identity to ensure she was an adult. That had been a big step and still a concern to Ashley. But her thirst to try this at least once had proven to prevail over all of her concerns.

She looked over at the lovense on her bed with the open jar of coconut oil next to it. She sat down at the edge of her bed and on the laptop logged in to her account. At the ‘go live’ menu options she hit the ‘test stream’ button and the view of her bed popped up on her laptop screen.

While still in test mode she hopped onto the bed and leaned back against the carefully placed pile of pillows. She looked over at the screen of the laptop and was satisfied that her face was not showing up in it. The screen showed the naked body of a woman up to her tits with very big hard nipples on a bed next to a toy.

Yet another body shiver hit her when the last dying sound of resistance whispered in her mind “You mustn’t!” only to be immediately drowned out by the sensation between her legs.

Sitting on the bed watching her image on the laptop screen she picked up the toy and turned it on. She slipped a hand between her legs and knew she would to able to slip the toy inside her moist cunt without using the oil. Still, she put some of the scenting oil on the toy before placing it on her cunt.

She had been right, her slippery cunt eagerly swallowed up the toy as she put slight pressure on it. She softly moaned as it slid in, never having used it herself before, it was presenting a strange but nice filled-up sensation.

Ashley sighed out loud as she leaned forward, reached for the laptop, and hit the ‘go live’ button.

Nothing much changed on the screen other than a small red dot on her screen indicating she was now streaming ‘live’ on the internet. Only now looking at the lovense menu on the screen she was sure she had also properly set up the toy so it could be used by visitors to the site.

Briefly her mind battled again “You are crazy! Turn it off!” but at the same time, she watched how on the screen the hand of a woman started caressing a breast ending up circling a very hard nipple. It looked so inviting and as the nipple was pinched Ashley moaned out loud realizing she was watching herself. She glanced at the screen and where at the bottom the visitor count previously had said 0 it now said 3.

Almost in a panic, Ashley’s mind went “Oh my god, I am being watched” when a message appeared in the chat window “Hi there gorgeous, looking good!”

Her mind switched from panic mode to horny as realization hit her “Somebody out there likes watching me.” and she pinched her nipple again. Her eyes went wide from the self-inflicted nipple pain but also because she noticed the visitor number had gone up to 17 already.

In the chatbox the number of names of visitors increased and there were no longer only random guest names. There were users with registered accounts on the site visiting as well. She had not been online for five minutes yet and another message appeared “Nice pair of legs you got there VictoriaMcSlut”

Off screen Ashley smiled as she realized she just now for the first had been called by the handle she had chosen, and she liked it.

She had decided not to use sound recording yet, and to acknowledge his (or her’s) attention she made her other hand travel over her legs.

By now the number of visitors had reached 32 and while caressing her leg and making her hand travel up towards the itch between her legs Ashley wondered how many of them would be men stroking their cock while watching her, when suddenly it happened. The toy unexpectedly came alive and unprepared for its sensation tekirdağ escort Ashley’s entire body quivered as off-screen she moaned “Oh fuck me.” The vibration only lasted for a second and it was gone.

She knew she had set it up so users could control the toy should they be willing to pay some coins for it, but in her naivety, she had not expected they actually would. She had figured that putting herself out on display would provide her with all the pleasure she required. But the instant when that brief vibe hit her she fully understood the blissful look on Sarah’s face at the lunchroom, and she remembered the second part of her plan.

She reached for her mobile where she had already prepared a text to send out which said “You want to see this!” and it contained a link to her webcam page. Another vibe hit her insides and with a soft moan, she pressed send forwarding it to Sophie, Sarah, and Chrissy.

With the text sent to their targets, she leaned back against the bedrest and having a mind of her own her legs fell open and her hand traveled to her clit. She knew she needed more when yet another short vibration hit home.

She moaned “Oh” and peeked at the chatbox that was filling up with all kinds of messages now.

“looks like somebody is horny!”

“Look at that cunt”

“I am wanking so hard for you baby”

“Put a finger inside”

“Lick your tits”

and another wave hit the inside of her pussy, one that lasted a bit longer this time.

Involuntarily Ashley started rocking her hips to the sensation. She put two fingers in her mouth wetting them and pressed them on her clit when the vibration stopped again. Almost in agony, she whimpered “No!!!!”

She glimpsed at the screen where the chat of user ‘Freedome69’ said “want more?”

She grunted out loud to the screen “Oh fuck yeah more please” before realizing they could not hear her. So instead she started skating her finger over her wet swollen clit.

Again it was user ‘Freedom69’ who tipped, making the antenna of the vibe blink and light up. He had been more generous this time and Ashley thought the toy seemed to explode inside. Her fingers went wild on her clit as the sensation of the toy hit her from the inside.

She was moaning loudly now “Ohh gggh fiuck yeaah m gooooaad” and it stopped again.

“No no noooo” sniveled Ashley as she rubbed her clit and with one hand on the keyboard of her laptop typed “please give me more”

She looked at the screen and noticed that wave had only been 10 seconds at medium setting. That brief moment had brought her close to an orgasm and only now she appreciated what she had put Sarah through in the lunchroom.

The texts in the chatroom were getting filthier by the minute and Ashley loved taking them all in, realizing she and she alone was causing this.

“slap your clit bitch.”

“Show me your gaping asshole.”

“Where are your feet?”

“you are so pretty”

“I am rock hard and leaking precum for you!”

“Show us your face slut”

“My pussy is also drenched”

“I wish I could lick that needy button”

“Want to see my cock?”

“Do you squirt?”

“I came so hard for you filthy whore!”

With so much to take in her mind decided to follow the texts of her brand new suitor Freedome69 who’s reply to her plea had been “Want more? Convince me and make me!”

She typed “what do you want me to do?” and his (or her) prompt reply was “Pinch your pretty left nipple hard for me.”

Even before she reached and pinched it hard as she had been told another ten-second wave started punishing her pussy. Her groins involuntarily started fucking the air as if trying to take in a pounding cock deep. She looked at the screen and it said “hmmmm nice, now convince me some more.” but another message also caught her eye.

Guest12634 had said, “Thanks for the invite my slut queen, my wet cunt is being fingered while enjoying your show.”

She knew this must be Sophie and still grinding her hips she typed “So am I my friend!” when suddenly the lovense seemed to explode sending variating patterns of electric impulses that she could feel travel from her toes to the hairs on her head. Freedome69’s accompanying text said “Do I have your attention again?” with a devil and a smiley emoji next to it.

With a quivering hand, she typed “Yes you do!” and placed one hand on a nipple where her other fingers traveled down to her clit again.

He did not disappoint as the screen popped up ‘earthquake 30 seconds”

Ashley gasped out loud as the term was entirely justified. Her body started convulsing as wave after wave tortured her cunt with abysmal pleasure.

Freedome69’s text said, “Take it like a true slut for me. I am so hard right now.” when Ashley noticed another line on her screen.

Guest97854 had said, “What would your neighbors think of you if only they could see you right now you horny beast?!” with a winking smiley next to it. She knew it had to be Sarah and or Pete, they were watching as well.

She also saw the visitor count now was 173 and again the realization of how many people next to her friends were watching her as she lay there rubbing her clit hit her. frantically stroking her clit she wailed “Yes look at me, I am your slut”

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Willa Pryce tossed and turned all night long. Troubled by last nights Chapter Act with Nick that became all too real. Although cut short by Nick’s insistence that the chapter was interpreted all wrong. Still, she lost herself to his attention. Even though she felt the reality of the acts he covered his tracks well. It was almost as if he believed he was his own character of Dorian Crane. Possessed one minute then reverting back to writer Nick Benson.

At 4 AM she decided enough was enough and got out of bed. She put on a knee level nightshirt that had a Chicago Bears logo on the front. Parading from her room she peered down the hall at Nick’s bedroom. No sign of life. She decided then to check in on baby Grace easing her door open to creep up to her crib. Sleeping soundly she lightly covered her up and took her leave.

Going downstairs she grabbed a small glass of orange juice and ventured out on to the deck overlooking the ocean. The night sky left everything to desire. The smog disguised the stars, unlike Chicago. She missed that much at the very least.

She kept hearing squeaking noises coming from the lower deck which led to a small enclosed greenhouse. She had yet to check that area out. Curiosity led her down the steps until she reached the greenhouse. Glaring inside she spotted Nick lifting weights. For a writer he managed to keep astonishingly fit. She marveled at his six pack abs and rippling biceps. Even lifting weights he maintained his dislike of clothing.

It was impossible not to admire his manhood. Even during exercise his penis managed a woody. If not invincible it was still hard. She found herself wet instantly.

As his repetition halted she watched him sit up straight and stretch. He winced as if his shoulder was in agony. After a few moments it passed and he found himself palming his dick. Stroking it gently she wondered if he had jerked off earlier after he stopped playing with her. Perhaps not.

Unsure if she should approach him after her comments of last nights exit she started to turn. Then inspiration hit her, Claire Benson demanded she keep him inspired. The risk might prove valuable. In response she turned and opened the greenhouse door, entering.

Nick heard the door and stopped touching himself long enough to observe her shuffling toward him.

“Couldn’t sleep either?” She spoke.

“I needed my daily workout. Mind for writing, muscle for body. Should you be down here leaving my daughter alone in the house?”

It hadn’t occurred to her. Turning pale she started to dart away only to have Nick reach out and clutch the hem of her nightshirt accidently ripping it. Stopping cold she glared back at Nick.

Nick sneered at her then yanked at the shirt as hard as he could shredding it up the left side. Standing swiftly he took both hands and tore the garment all the way to her armpit. She trembled harshly trying not to drop her juice glass.

Noting her attempt he swatted the glass away landing it in a row of plants. Shock set in for Willa. His expression was emotionless. Stopping only a moment to grimace he ripped the shirt off of her save for the neck. A pull away from her made her lose balance until her head escaped the collar. Naked now she stood terrified.

As swiftly as he had tore it from her he stepped away to gently spread the shirt down over the dusty wood floor.

She couldn’t move.

Finally, he moved to grip both of her arms and step her toward the shirt.

“Another Bear rug. Let’s get that chapter right this time.”

Willa had no idea how to get it right. She merely kneeled there on top of her Bear’s shirt. He immediately stood over her jerking off ferociously. Any attempt on her part to touch him led him to whisper, “BATTLE!”

She quaked staring up at him without blinking. Then it dawned on her. BATTLE must have an inner meaning. Her thoughts raced. Bat as in eyelashes? Bat as in the monster cock in front of her like a baseball bat? LE as in LAY? TLE/ LET?

All she needed to do was lean toward him. Await his excellence as his crown hovered over her face. She opened her jaw as wide as possible and protruded her tongue. The battle was in the wait. Never lose patience. Embrace what comes as offered, or taken. That was how she deviated from the script. That was how Nick deviated from the chapter. He lost control. The Beast within was his own soul.

Grasping the truth she held her breath and not once fluttered an eyelid.

Nodding feverishly Nick Benson/Dorian Crane detonated a massive load that splattered over her entire face. Her tongue cradled a portion of his load. Not swallowing until she could feel his final expiration. Even then she used her fingers to wipe her face and lick her fingers. Showing him that she was holding out to get every drop.

“DRINK!” He bellows.

That she did.

Once done she bitlis escort closes her eyes and savors the taste.

He leans over and pats her cheek.

“Well acted. Rewards shall come. Be ready by 9:00. Today we Shop.”

She was ready to go by 8:00. Showered, hair perfectly flowing over her shoulders, the scent of jasmine across her flesh.

Abandoning the bra he had given back to her from her completed dare she refuses to wear panties as well. She dressed in one of her knee high skirts, and a yellow button down blouse. High heeled black shoes finished her attire.

Hearing the doorbell ring startled her. Why had the intercom not buzzed? She eases her door open to listen. Noting Nick answer the door and greet a woman. They made the journey upstairs and walked past Willa’s now sealed door.

She had heard the name “Charlotte” whom sounded older. After ten minutes of waiting in her room Nick came knocking.

Willa jumps up and opens her door.

She admires his black button down shirt and slacks. He was very dapper.

“Ready? I know it’s early. 8:35. Morning traffic will be exhausting.”

“Yes. Will Grace be well taken care of?” Willa stood concerned.

“Charlotte is our usual short term sitter. Grace adores her.”

He eyes her skirt and blouse. Before she could even exit her room he reached up and unbuttoned her blouse down to her navel. Her cleavage burst into view. He then puckers at her skirt.

“Tonight we burn those clothes.”

She raises a brow, “Is this part of a new chapter? Am I Sara right now?”

“I think you were born to be Sara. Don’t you?”

“Are you Dorian right now?”

He grins, “Reborn.”

He then turns away and lets her follow him. They reach the garage where he decides upon a red Corvette convertible. Opening the passenger door for her he then moves to the drivers seat. Car started, and garage door rising he drove onward and through the automatic gates to the street.

“This car is beautiful. Everything about this area is beautiful.” She spoke holding her hair against the wind.

Nick dons sunglasses and says nothing. The entire ride was silent. Uncomfortable yet relaxing.

Entering the city limits Shops popped up everywhere. He chose where to start. Parking was easier than she imagined. He had a pass that he dangled from his mirror as if a handicap. However the tag merely had a Regal symbol of some sort on both sides of it. She didn’t ask.

Getting out he left the top down even. So trusting. Opening her car door like a gentleman was charming. He then proceeded to walk away from her. Following, he entered a store where the mannequins wore next to nothing. Even the clerks could have been models.

A brunette clerk in a stunning outfit that displayed every feature she had approached them, “Mr. Benson, welcome. How is Claire?”

“She’s perfect as ever. This is our new Nanny “Willa”. Accent her with reds, black, white, and lavender only.”

Willa’s eyes bulged, “I like yellow.”

He smirks, “Yellow in small doses.”

The woman introduces herself as “Katrina” and takes Willa along beside her with a pleasant arm in arm.

On their journey Katrina took Willa’s measurements first then set about choosing clothing for her. As Willa herself sifted through casual hangings she looked back for Nick. He had stepped out for some reason.

“Here we go. Step into that room over there and try this one on.” prompted the clerk.

Willa examined the thin silky fabric blouse with spaghetti straps, and an extremely short skirt of similar material, both red. With an uneasy smile she took them into the room and tried them on. She admired herself in the mirror noting the shirt at least was nearly sheer. The shirt stopped just above her belly button showing it off. She could see her areolas ever so lightly. The skirt clung to her like a second skin.

“I think Dorian is doing the shopping here. Wow!”

Katrina knocks before entering to see her, “Lovely. I have one of each of these outfits and colors. Nick told me to have you try these on and step out for him to see you.”

Red underwear, tight, lacey, and even more sheer than the other clothing. Willa swallowed hoarsely as she changed. A hand covers her mouth out of awe. The bra and panties showed essentially everything. Her nipples were only covered at the bottom of the bra, as was her pussy. Her thin runway of reddish pubic hair was exposed.

With a cold chill she opens the room of the door and steps out. Nick was off to her left out of view. Katrina in front of her pointed in his direction and waved her out into the open. To her shock there stood Nick along with three other men. She began to cover herself with her arms until she noted Nick’s expression.

She decides instead to do a 360 on her toes to let them view her front bolu escort and back. The men merely smiled faintly as Nick nodded his approval, “One of each color, Katrina. Continue your shopping.”

Willa returns to the changing room followed by Katrina.

“That was rather unexpected.” Willa shivered.

Katrina warmly shares a smile.

“Ordinarily that would be against store policy. There must be something special about you.”

“I’m just the Nanny. I can’t say I approve of the clothes but they are free.”

“Of course.” Katrina shyly grins before handing her a mini dress in black that had nearly full frontal cleavage yet held together by thin laces. Those said laces tethered from hips to waist. More flesh than dress she thought.

Katrina opens the door for her and motions her back out into the store. This time there was a fourth man. Nick used his finger to motion her to spin again. She does so to their timid attention. After a moment he holds his hand out to her and pulls her to him.

“I have no idea who these men are. Merely passerby’s on this hot spring day. I only asked them to a fashion show.” He then scoots her closer by the small of her back until she faced each of them.

“Hello.” She whispers.

“I will buy this dress for you.” A balding man offered.

“And, I will buy you one in white.” Follows a tall thin man with gray at his temples.

“I guess that leaves you and I to buy a red and yellow one.” chuckles a third man to the fourth.

“You buy those, I’ll buy the underwear for her.” He returns.

She blushes leering back at Nick. He smirks, “I wonder what else they might be so generous and eager to buy?”

He guides her back to Katrina whom now had several outfits. Willa could only shiver and try them on.

Her next trip out into the store she wore a black bustiere that barely contained her chest and a stretchy black micro skirt. She chose to dance around with her hands in her hair for them. This captured their imaginations.

“One each?” She beguiles them with a sly sheepish grin.

Nods of agreement sends her wiggling back to the changing room.

“This is insane, Katrina.” Willa huffs half embarrassed, half excited.

“I am but a humble servant.” Holding up other outfits to choose from.

Willa rubs the underside of her chin, “Do you sell those bikini’s that hide almost nothing? G-string? Micro? Whatever they’re called.”

“Oh, yes. The beaches love those. Even if they are illegal.” Katrina winks.

“Bring me a yellow one. Don’t let anyone see you.”

Katrina nods and scurries away, returning five minutes later.

Holding the twin articles up she exhales with a light whistle.

“This might buy one of everything in your store. Salesperson of the month Katrina.” Willa giggles.

Once tied on she checks herself out in the mirror, “Oh my God! 3 Bandaid’s and dental floss.”

“Are you sure?” Katrina warns.

“Yes. Open sesame.”

The clerk opens the door and takes the lead. More to make certain of any objecting clientele.

Willa shyly walks into view noting each of them dropping their jaws. All save for Nick who narrowed his eyes.

Had she gone too far? His glare made her tremor. The four men mumbled amongst themselves leaving her uncertain whether to head back to the changing room or await Nick’s words.

Finally, Nick extended his hand as if before and reeled her in to face the four men. He then kept her hand and spun her slowly around for them to view her bare ass and nipple disguised monsters.

Stopping her mid spin the balding man caressed her ass with his palm. He was joined by the taller man who adorned her opposite cheek. Willa’s eyes bulged at their boldness. The taller man slid his fingers under the strings in his admiration.

“Very nice.” said the tall man.

Nick clears his throat to gain Willa’s eye contact. He studies her at their roaming touches. She shivers but maintains her composure.

Then, Nick twisted her to face the other two men. As he did the fingers of the tall man were still beneath the string between her ass and tugged it to the side out from inside her cheeks. Unintentional but the man risked keeping the string where it was.

This gave the other two men a barely obstructed view of her anal cavity. Willa swallowed at the disturbance. The two remaining men rubbed her ass and agreed between their eyes to pry her cheeks apart gently for a better view.

Nick leaned in to whisper, “Have you noticed you’re not blushing, Sara?”

Her eyes perked up at the identity change. Dorian was here. An unwritten chapter with a practice run?

She whispers back, “I try my best Dorian.”

Nick then turns her once more. This turn the tall man releases the string which falls back into place.

The bald man having witnessed burdur escort the tall man’s mischief eyed her patch covering Willa’s pussy. Her thin strip of red peach fuzz attracted him enough to tempt fate and roll his hand across her stomach until his fingers caressed its softness. Her eyes lower out of Nick’s observation. The nearness of his fingers made her tremble. With each tender rub he decides to pinch the fur between his fingers. Finally, his middle finger slithers under the patch. He barely touches her clit before abandoning her flesh entirely.

The fourth man with red hair and a moustache reaches up to lightly run his finger beneath the bikini tops strand. He gently ran his fingers knuckle along her chest until he reached the cloth cloaking her areola.

Wanting to peel it up over her nipple made him sweat. Willa maintained her lowered gaze. Trembling and forcing her fear back.

Another turn placed her back against Nick. His hand released her own hand allowing it to drape to her side. He then leaned to her ear and blew her locks from her lobes.

“Do their hands excite you, Sara?”

She opens her eyes to the four men with a glimmer of blessing.

“Yes. Yours would excite me more.” She admits.

She notes Katrina in the distance behind her front counter keeping the other clerk busy.

Willa feels Nick’s hands grip her shoulders, squeezing them which made her enjoy the stress release. After a few moments his hands slithered down her chest and under the bikini top to clutch her bare chest. He kneads at them allowing the top to be distorted over his knuckles. To the men viewing, her top was abandoning her to be replaced by massive hands. She gasps at his grip over both mounds.

The four men were drooling at the show. Mesmerized by his boldness. Knowing that once his hands left her the nipples would be in perfect view.

“Massage your clit.” Nick whispers.

She utilizes her right hand and slips her fingers beneath her yellow patch for a bikini bottom. Eyes study the men for reaction. Their attention now focused on her fingering motions.

She lightly whimpers trying not to moan loud enough to be heard.

Nick looks to the four men.

“There are four of you and four strings holding her bottoms on. Untie them and each of you take one string. How you hold it is your decision.”

Her eyes bulge as the hesitant men look around them first before spreading out for a better stance. As they carefully untie her bottoms the two men in the front agree to lower the patch in the front to view her snatch in full glory. The two gents gripping the back strings dangle the ass strap down until it escapes her ass crack completely.

Willa was essentially nude in a public store for all to see. It terrified her. Excited her. Her whole life made no sense. She was living the life of a character in Nick’s novel. A Chicago girl who wanted a new life. She found one.

She wanted to cum but was afraid she might scream. She whispers back toward Nick.

“I can’t hold it in. I need to scream.” she gasps.

“Silent scream. Fail me and you earn nothing this day.”

She grit her teeth with all of her might. Finally, Nick removed his hands from her breasts letting the men see her nipples. He yanks the top from her body leaving her stunned at the moment of her mini orgasm.

The men surrounding her nearly panicked. The men in front dropped their strings and stood back as she began to spasm, cum draining down her thighs.

The cloth fell to her knees.

As she felt Nick rip her bottoms from her she toppled to the carpeted floor and lay there heaving.

Nick grins at the men.

“I presume her wardrobe is bought and paid for in full?”

The bald man snatches up her bikini bottoms from his hand.

“I’ll buy these for myself if that’s okay with you?” He offers as he sniffs them.

“My gift.” She chokes up from laying on her back.

Nick nods as he spots the clerk Katrina rushing him with her hand. He then looks down at Willa.

“Crawl to the dressing room. I’ll have Katrina bring you a black bikini. Wear it home.”

“Yes, Sir.” Willa rolls to crawl slowly across the carpet to avoid rug burn. Once out of sight Katrina joins the gathering and understands what else is needed. She enters Willa’s room with a black bikini with the tags off. Gathering the to be purchased clothing she heads back toward the counter with the four men. The items tallied and paid for. Bagged and ready.

When Willa exits to join Nick he holds up a Belly chain and clasps it around her waist. He follows that with a beautiful lace choker that he ties about her throat.

Finally, he leads her to the area of the store for shoes. Locating her size he also buys her each color in a stiletto heel.

“Black pair. Wear them home.”

“Thank you, Dorian.”

Nick smirks, “Who?”

“Master!” she wags an eye brow at him.

“I need to write this chapter when I get home.”

“Can we grab lunch? I’m starving.”

He puckers with narrowing eyes.

“I wonder who will buy us lunch?”

Her jaw dropped.

She was starving after all.

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