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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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The characters in this story are over the age of 18.

This is my second ever story, and my first ever story that I hope to turn into a multi-part series. If you like it, let me know and I’ll start uploading the rest. If you don’t like it, let me know why and I’ll try and re-work it so it’s more acceptable.

…

Zoe’s cell, or rather, Zoe and Charlotte’s cell, wasn’t the biggest space. Inside, there was a toilet, a desk with a chair, a few shelves with a few books, and a single bed pressed up against the right corner or the room.

“So what they got’cha in for?” Zoe asked.

“O-oh, my boyfriend was making and selling drugs.”, Charlotte stammered out. “I didn’t know about it, but since I was with him and they found us together at our home, they just kind of assumed I was part of it.”

“Damn…” Zoe replied, moving to sit on the bed, her back against the corner of the wall, placing her left leg on the bed while leaving her right one hanging off, leaving her legs wide open and pussy exposed. She seemed to relax a little. “…shitty luck.”

“Y-yeah.” Charlotte responded, as she moved to sit on the chair next to the desk, turning it to face Zoe.

Charlotte couldn’t help but look over her new cellmate. Her naked body on full display. Pear shaped, but with a hint of muscles. It seemed like a fair few amount of women in here were rather toned. Makes sense. One of the cliches about prison is that everyone works out in the courtyard, and it looked like the cliche was true.

Since Zoe was now facing Charlotte directly, she had a chance to clearly see her face. Sharp. She had a strong jaw, and cheekbones you could cut yourself on. Lips that thinned as they reached the edges. What was most captivating about her face was her eyes. While most of her looked tough, her eyes were somewhat seductive. Thick lashes, and lazy eyelids that almost covered her emerald green eyes.

“So, what about you?” Charlotte asked.

“Me? Oh, bank robbery. Me and my crew were gonna take every last dollar out of the big bank, up by 5th. Shit went south, we got caught, ended up here. Simple.” The way she told the story, it seemed like she had told it plenty of times in the past.

“Sorry to hear that.” Charlotte told Zoe.

“Nahhh” Zoe waved her hand. “Old news. Anyway, it ain’t to bad in here. As longs as you ain’t getting up in anybody’s shit, you’re good. If shit starts to get rowdy in here, I ain’t lettin’ anyone hurt my new girlfriend.” Zoe looked at Charlotte with a smile and a wink. Were they ‘girlfriends’ now? Or was that just a name for new people? Whatever the situation, it did feel kind of nice to know that she was protected, by a bank robber no less.

…

1pm struck and all prisoners were ushered out into the courtyard. For Charlotte, it felt so weird to be totally nude outside. Sure, she had walked around in a swimsuit or a bikini in her backyard or on the beach from time to time during hot summers, but to be this exposed, in such a big area, around so many strangers, it felt to surreal.

Over near the other side of the courtyard, Charlotte could see the petite blonde woman from before. She was walking under the arm of her tall, muscular cellmate. Her posture was rigid. Her arms were tight at her side, and her shoulders were locked in position near her ears, as if she was trying to hide her head in them or like she was in a state of an indefinite shrug.

Her tall cellmate introduced her to her friends. They all were very glad to meet her. Every single one mersin escort of them were as tall, tanned, and muscular she she was. They looked like a group of amazons compared to this shy, pale, kitten of a woman. Each got up from their seat and began inspecting the newbie with eager smiles. They would gently caress her, a few would feel her ass cheeks, a few would flick her nipples, all the while the cellmate gently brushed her hair with her hand. They welcomed her and offered her a seat before sitting down with her.

Meanwhile, Charlotte was following Zoe’s lead. The two walked around the corner of the building and into a small, shaded area, where three other women were seated, their backs against the walls. The area was nothing more than three walls. Nicely hidden from the sun, but not invisible, as it was in view of one of the guard towers.

“Sup Zoe.”, one of the women said.

The woman who spoke was pale, and had red hair which was as short as Zoe’s, only a different style. Rather than being half shaved, it was shaved along the sides and spiked forward. She also wore a pair of round glasses. She was the shortest of the group, and noticeably thinner too, which only defined her abs even more. She had a thin face. ‘Plucky’ would be a good word to describe her. Her pussy, like Charlotte’s was waxed clean, unlike Zoe’s landing strip.

“Hey Titch.”, Zoe replied, taking a seat opposite two of the women, and sitting next to the third. ‘Titch’? The nickname makes sense, seeing as she’s the smallest of the group.

The woman next to Zoe was by far the uhh… ‘fullest’ of the group. She had curves all over, boobs that were bigger and rounder than Charlotte’s, and hips to match. Her face was round and bubbly, and she seemed to have a constant smile. Her blonde hair flowed past her shoulders. On the outside, she looked like she could’ve been the next door neighbour who always wore pink, waved to everybody she saw, watched Sex in the City on repeat, and would have a tiny white dog.

Zoe took her seat next to the woman and was immediately engulfed in a hug and a big kiss on the lips.

“Ooooohh hiya Zoe!”, the curvy woman let out.

“‘Ay ‘ay, ease up Momma.”, Zoe replied. ‘Momma’. Also a fitting name.

Zoe sat on the left side of Momma on the floor. Momma, meanwhile, had her left arm over Zoe’s shoulder, and her right hand gently fondling Zoe’s left tit.

“So who’s your new friend?” Momma asked, looking up at Charlotte before cuddling up to Zoe even more.

“This is Charlotte. My new girlfriend.” Zoe replied.

“Ooooohhh! Yay!! Goodie!” Momma squealed with excitement and clapping her hands. “Get over here girl!”, she beckoned, patting the ground to her right.

Charlotte walked over and took her spot next to Momma, and just as her bare ass touched the floor, she too was engulfed in a hug. The two women’s bare breasts pressed tightly against each other, and Charlotte reached around to hug Momma back.

“Well, my name’s Christine, but you can call me Momma.”, Momma said with the widest of smiles. “That there’s Tina, or ‘Titch’ as we call her.”

“Sup”, responded Titch.

It was at this point that Charlotte what Titch was doing. She was sitting with her back against the wall, her knees bent with her feet firmly on the floor, legs open, her right wrist sat on her right knee, leaving her hand to hang loosely, meanwhile her left hand was down by her pussy. Her index finger and middle finger were swirling around her clit. It muğla escort took a second for Charlotte to process what she was doing. She was casually masturbating out in the open. She hadn’t moved her position since they were there, that must mean she’s been masturbating the whole time.

“You’ve already met Zoe, and I’m sure you’ll get to know her even more since you’re her new girlfriend!” The way Momma expressed this was like a woman talking about her friends engagement. Her voice went higher and more excited as she got to the word ‘girlfriend’.

“And lastly, over there is Dragon. Her real name is Amy.”

Charlotte looked over to the woman next to Titch. She was Asian, with short, straight hair, not unlike Zoe’s, except none of it was shaved. Instead, it parted in a way that covered her right eye. She looked like she was in her early thirties. It wasn’t hard to understand why she had the nickname ‘Dragon’. On her right shoulder sat a tattoo of a dragon that went from her shoulder to her elbow, wrapping itself around her bicep. She sat in a different way to the other three women as well. Whereas the others were sitting in a more relaxed state, with their legs open and leaning back, Dragon had her legs crossed, her wrists sat on her knees, and her back was straight.

“Hi everyone.” Charlotte said with a small smile.

“Sup.”, replied Titch. That seemed to be her catchphrase.

Titch had moved on from just massaging her clit. Her other hand had grabbed her B cup tit. Her hard nipple was visible between her index finger and middle finger. She licked her lips and spread her legs a little further. She really didn’t care who saw her. But then again, in a prison where everyone is naked, I guess it’s only natural to feel that comfortable.

“So, what’s a gorgeous thing like yourself doing in a place like this?”, Momma asked as she wrapped her right arm across Charlotte’s back and her left arm along her stomach, cuddling her.

“Hey, easy there Momma.” Zoe said. “She’s MY girlfriend, remember?”

“Oh don’t get your panties in a bunch! I’m just giving her a hug.” Momma replied, squeezing up even more against Charlotte.

Charlotte couldn’t lie to herself, it did feel nice to be held like this. Skin on skin. The warmth of Momma’s naked body countered the coolness of the shade. It put her at ease and comforted her in a way that she hadn’t felt since she was a kid. She couldn’t help but fall into Momma’s embrace, and she rested her head on top of hers.

“I was arrested with my boyfriend after he was caught making and selling drugs.” Charlotte told the group.

“And you had nothing to do with it? Awwwww, bless you sweetie.” Momma replied, cuddling her even more. “Well, I’m sure you already know why Zoe is in here, it’s not like she’s shy about it. I’m in here for selling pot brownies to all of my neighbours.” She said with a smile.

After hearing that, Charlotte glanced at Dragon. Without missing a beat, and staring Charlotte directly in the eye, Dragon responded with a simple “I burnt my ex-boyfriend’s house down.”

With that, Charlotte turned her gaze towards Titch.

“And…ummm…what about you Titch?” She asked.

“I…” Titch replied. “I….I’m………I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ahhhh! Ahh! Ah!” Twitch’s legs opened even more as her whole body shuddered. Her eyes closed tightly as Charlotte could see her pussy contract. She went limp and her breathing was heavier. Arms and legs open, she gently closed her eyes, basking in the nevşehir escort afterglow.

Zoe looked Charlotte dead in the eyes and simply said “…public masturbation.”

…

A few minutes before all prisoners had to go to the cafeteria for lunch, the girls thought it would be a good idea to point out a few other inmates to Charlotte. The girls got up, aside from Titch, who was still lying down, gently running her fingers across her body after her orgasm, and stepped out into the light.

The courtyard was full of countless naked women. There were groups here and there spread all around. What was most notable, was just how many of them were either having sex or masturbating. Everywhere you looked you would see two women 69-ing, group orgies, and women on the floor with their legs spread wide open with their fingers plunged deep inside themselves. But you would also see people. Just regular people standing or sitting around just talking. The only thing that separated them from groups of friends you would see on the outside is the fact that they had no clothes on. It turns out this prison wasn’t just full of sex hungry women, it was also full of prisoners.

Over on the right, Charlotte could yet again spot the petite blonde from earlier. The group of amazon women she was with had her on her back, with women all around her, two of whom held her ankles open. Another woman had her head between her legs and was licking her pussy like she was starving.

Oddly enough, she didn’t seem to mind. Rather than looking concerned like she did this morning, she instead looked like she was in ecstasy. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head, her mouth hung open with a smile, and she was drooling. The shy, timid blonde from this morning was gone, instead, there was only a sex hungry nymph in her place.

Another woman from the group gently squatted over the petite blonde’s face, and like an infant being given a milk bottle, she instinctively and naturally moved her head towards the pussy and began sucking and licking while desperately trying to reach up and grab the woman’s tits.

Zoe noticed Charlotte looking at the muscular women having their way with the blonde.

“Those are Mad Max’s friends. If you ever wanted to be fucked harder than you’ve ever been in your life, then they’re the one who’ll do it. Though, they’re pretty picky on who they fuck.”, Zoe informed Charlotte.

Titch got up and made her way to the rest of the group.

“Over to the left you got your Goths…” Zoe pointed out. In another shady spot was a group of pale women, all with dark hair. “…by the fence you got you exhibitionist bimbos…”. She wasn’t exaggerating. There was a group of at least 15 women, all who were shaking their tits at the guards and pressing their bodies up to the fence to try and get the attention of anyone who might be outside them. “…over by the exercise equipment you got your gym freaks, or ‘Strong-Gals’ as we like to call ’em.”

“Bunch of party poopers.” Momma chimed in.

“She’s not wrong. You don’t fuck them, they fuck you.” Zoe replied.

Over on the far side of the courtyard, Charlotte noticed a crowd of women surrounding one woman in particular who was sitting down. The sitting woman looked Latino. Light bronze skin, dark brown hair, full lips, the was at least 6 foot tall. It was hard to make out exactly what was going on due to the large crowd surrounding her, but judging by how she kept her eyes down between her legs, how she would lick her lips, and the fact that almost all of the women watching were masturbating while watching, it was obvious that someone was going down on her. Yet… something seemed off about it.

A loud bell rang to signal that it was time for all prisoners to go to the cafeteria.

…

END OF PART 2

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“This seems like a waste of time,” Jamie said to Malcolm, his boss. “Why are we bothering?”

“Because,” Malcolm said slowly, as if explaining to a child, “while it’s good that the company has been nominated for an industry award, it is bad if we win and there’s no-one there to collect it.” He smiled as he spoke, to let Jamie know he was poking fun at Jamie.

“Yes, but why me? I mean, we’re probably not going to win, and it wasn’t even my project.”

“The main team have that customer visit, Julie’s on holiday, Morag will be working on the board presentation, and I’ll be on paternity leave. Look at the bright side — you get an overnight stay in London on the company.” Malcolm slid a piece of paper across the desk — a print-out of an email with all the details of the event.

“Assuming I even make it to London,” Jamie muttered darkly. “You know what the Glasgow-to-London train line is like.” He scanned the email. “Uh, this says ‘formal wear’ for the award ceremony. What’s that mean?”

“Oh, you know, black tie, that kind of stuff,” Malcolm said airily. “Just wear whatever you’d wear to a wedding, and you’ll be fine.”

***

“London?” his wife Amy said, when he told her. “Oooh, aren’t we fancy?’

“You may be fancy,” he grumbled, “I’m just losing a couple of work days, which means I’m probably going to be missing my own end-of-year targets.”

“And you’ll be missing me, of course,” she said archly.

“And I’ll be missing you.” Which he would. They’d only been married a couple of years, and Amy was gorgeous. Classic Celtic colouring — red hair and green eyes — and pretty with it. Plus, clever, witty, great at sex and, for some inexplicable reason, somewhat fond of Jamie. She did like to wind him up, though.

“I dunno what I’ll do with myself while you’re away.” She twirled a curl of red hair, eyeing him wickedly. “I guess I’ll just pine away. Or console myself with half a dozen one-night stands to stave off the loneliness.” She sighed theatrically.

“I’ll be away for one night,” he reminded her.

“Ah, well, then I’ll have to make a careful schedule to fit them all in,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

***

December in Britain. Christmas decorations everywhere. Biting frost in the air. Inescapable Christmas music blasting out of speakers set to “stupefy”. Jamie spent the first half of the train journey trying to get some work done on his laptop, but the earlier train had been cancelled due to engine failure, and this train was carrying the abandoned passengers; they were crowding the aisle and complaining about the rail company and the lack of seat reservations. At least Jamie had managed to get his seat, since the service started at Glasgow. Eventually, he gave up on work, and stared out of the window at the admittedly beautiful scenery, and fretted vaguely about what he’d say in an acceptance speech if the nightmare scenario came true, and his company actually won.

***

The event was at a small, independent hotel near Mayfair. After a tube ride that showed Jamie the Glasgow-to-London train overcrowding was nothing, he checked in at the oak-panelled reception desk, and whizzed up to his room — which turned out to be pleasantly fancy, compared to the budget hotels he’d normally use for work travel. There were even drawers and a cupboard with a door, instead of exposed hanging space. He smiled to himself, thinking of Amy’s comments. “Oh, Ambassador, you are spoiling us!” he said, then felt regretful that Amy wasn’t there to get the reference.

He unpacked, took a bath, and got changed for the event.

***

“Just wear whatever you’d wear to a wedding,” Jamie muttered as he rode the lift back down to reception. He drew a few looks as he strode through the lobby, his kilt swaying around his knees and the tassels of his sporran bouncing with each stride. There were a number of different function spaces in the hotel, and they all had something going on in them — A-frame boards with company names pointed this way and that, with different strains of Christmas music drifting out of each room, fighting with the background carols playing in the corridors. Company Christmas parties, Jamie guessed.

He came to a lobby area, between a couple of function spaces, one of which was for the awards event he was due to attend. An ornate bar ran down one side of the lobby. He debated whether to get a drink, but decided to check the lay of the land first. Strolling in, he found the room was laid out in cabaret style — round tables with eight seats per table. Beside the door, a table was laid out with champagne flutes, and a pretty girl hovered with a silver tray in hand.

“Prosecco, sir?” she asked, smiling at him.

Jamie took one with a nod, grateful that he hadn’t gone straight to the bar. Booze provided by the event was probably not the best quality, but at least he wasn’t paying for it out of his own pocket. Still, he made a note not to diyarbakır escort have too many; It wouldn’t do to get too steamed, just in case he did have to accept.

She looked him up and down. “I like your kilt,” she said admiringly.

“Thanks,” Jamie said. He glanced around the room. The crowd was mostly men, with some in DJs and bow ties, but mostly they appeared just to be wearing suits. Here and there, Jamie could see some more guys more casually dressed, in check shirts, jeans and trainers. Maybe they hadn’t gotten the memo, he thought. Or just didn’t care.

The women were a mixture: some were wearing smart business suits, while others wore elegant evening gowns.

Jamie felt somewhat overdressed in his kilt and Prince Charlie jacket with its matching waistcoat. Jamie himself was twenty-five, clean-shaven, and with a head of hair that looked like he washed it in Irn-Bru each night: it was a light orange, leaning towards blonde in the right (or wrong) light. He had a narrow face with a nose that was overly long in his opinion, but his wife Amy claimed it was handsome (“Aye, yer scrub up well for such a dork, ma bonny boy!”). Well, in this outfit, he reflected, at least it won’t be his nose they’d be looking at.

Glass in hand, he self-consciously wandered over to the tables and glanced at the place settings; there did not appear to be any kind of allocated seating. Around the room, small groups of people chatted, their eyes widening slightly when they took in Jamie’s attire.

***

Dinner was an ordeal. Finicky but over-cooked turkey was served and the waitresses poured red and white, keeping the glasses topped up. Jamie tried to avoid doing more than sipping his glass, but with the wine level never dropping far before being refilled, it was hard to tell how much he’d had. There were two guys to his left who were colleagues, and the same was true on his right. The remaining seats were taken by a man and two women who also worked together, and each pair mostly talked among themselves, leaving Jamie to stare at his phone.

And there were speeches by invited guests. Long, droning speeches.

The only relief came when Jamie headed back to the bar area, to the lavatories there. Walking between the tables, he drew yet more double-takes as his kilt swished by. He used the facilities, all gleaming marble and shining chrome and brass, with Egyptian-cotton flannels instead of hand-towels at the sinks, then returned to the lobby space with the bar. In the bar area, the music from the function room opposite had cranked up a level; glancing in, Jamie could see a full-on disco in progress, with lots of people dancing. It looked a lot more fun. Regretfully, he turned back to his room just as the awards process started.

The good news was that Jamie’s company did not win. As soon as that news had been revealed, Jamie decided that he’d had enough, and he was now off the clock. He tossed back the remains of his wine, and headed back to the bar.

“Highland Park, please,” he said to the barman, who duly poured him the dram and passed over the bill for him. Jamie blinked at the cost — not just hotel prices, or London prices, but London hotel prices — but then thought, fuck it, he was spending a night away from his amazing wife to be at this thing — the company could buy him a good drink.

While he was putting the drink onto his room tab, a group of four women emerged from the other function room and made a bee-line for the Ladies, somewhat raucously. They were all youngish, 20s or 30s, and dressed in spangly party wear. The woman at the back spotted Jamie as he leaned back against the bar and looked admiringly at them. After a quick double-take, she took a few quick steps forward to catch up her friends and say something to them. They all looked over at Jamie, then looked at each other and giggled, before continuing to the toilets.

Ah, Jamie thought, taking a sip of his whisky and letting it warm him and relax him. This was better. Another drink or two — though, perhaps, not another single malt, no point pushing his luck with Accounts — then he’d crash out. No way was he going back for the rest of whatever that event had to offer. He felt the tension draining out of him, and he spent a while playing Christmas Single Bingo with the music coming from the disco room, while watching people stroll past.

The girls came out of the toilets and, instead of going back into their function room, came over to the bar. Jamie was leaning an elbow on the bar, facing one way, so he was facing away from them as they placed an order for four pornstar martinis. There was some whispered conversations and giggles for a bit, then Jamie felt a tap on his shoulder.

“‘Scuse me,” said a pretty blonde girl in a red mini-dress, “Can we ask you a question?”

Jamie shrugged. “Sure.”

“Are you a true Scotsman?”

Jamie blinked, wondering how to edirne escort answer that. Nothing appropriate came to mind so he settled for a simple, “Yes”.

One of the other girls, in a white tank-top and tight jeans, whooped.

“Really? You’ve got no underwear on under there?”

This interest from several attractive women in Jamie’s nether regions, which were indeed unencumbered by underwear, made him suddenly more aware. He felt a twitch.

“Well,” he said to her. “It is traditional.”

“That’s awesome,” said the girl in the red dress.

The barman finished assembling the drinks on the bar, and the girls turned to pay. Jamie turned away, and took another sip whisky with a smile on his face. English people.

The he felt a sudden draft across his backside as the back of his kilt was lifted up and immediately released.

All the girls screamed in amusement.

Jamie turned back to face them, unsure how to react, but settled for smiling at them.

Three of the girls, laughing hysterically, were pointing at the girl in the red dress. “It was her”.

Red Dress was unapologetic. “High five,” she said, holding up her hand. Jamie duly slapped her hand.

“And have we learned something today?” he asked.

“Oh yes,” she said, as the girls picked up their drinks and headed back to their party. “Oh yes.”.

***

Jamie had finished his dram and was working his way through a pint when Red Dress came back to the bar. She came straight up to Jamie, this time.

“You’re still here,” she said.

“I am.”

“We were wondering whether we could get a photograph with you,” she said, smiling.

“Sure,” he said, shrugging.

“Great,” she said. “Come with me.”

He followed her as she led him towards the pumping music. He took the opportunity to admire how well her dress showed off her backside as she swayed in her heels in front of him.

The room had a low, temporary stage set up at one end. In front of the stage, there was a dance floor. Either side of the dance floor, there two rows of circular tables set up cabaret-style, and then opposite the stage, at the back of the room, there was more of a social area, with a DJ booth right at the back.

Inside the party room, she moved around the side of the dance floor and towards the back of the room, where there were more tables set up, Instead of the cabaret tables that had been set up for a meal, this part of the room had low coffee tables and sofas. He recognised some of the women at one of tables, though there were a few more as well, ranging from mid-thirties to mid-fifties. They gave a whoop when they saw Jamie approaching.

“See,” said Red Dress. “Told you.”

“Very nice,” said one of the older women. “Scrumptious.”

The phones came out, and Jamie posed for photos with the women, two at a time, one on each arm. Some of the women were more daring, scooping the tassels of his sporran suggestively.

“I think we should dance,” said Red Dress, impulsively, as the current song came towards the end. She grabbed Jamie’s hand. He tried to refuse, but she was pulling determinedly into the crowd on the dance-floor. He put his pint glass down onto their table, next to an ice bucket that contained a bottle of Prosecco.

The next song started: The Proclaimers — “I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles)”. Jamie blinked, realising he had been set up. Well, okay, then, he thought. May as well play the part. He started moving to the marching beat of the song. Several of the other, younger women from the group joined him and Red Dress on the dance floor, and he started dancing with all of them.

There were whoops from the surrounding people too, and he started to enjoy himself, feeling exhilarated as his kilt swirled around, and feeling excited as it swirled higher as a result. As the chorus kicked in, he started skipping about in an exaggerated parody of Highland dancing, linking arms with each of the women and swinging them around, with the other hand cocked above his head. This drew even more attention from the rest of the people dancing, and they voiced their approval.

The chorus ended, and he returned to more normal dancing for the next verse, but he felt various flicks on the back of his kilt as women behind him flipped the material up briefly, suggestively.

The song finished, and he started to move away.

“Oh no,” said Red Dress. “You’re not going anywhere.” She placed a hand on his chest.

“Just one more, though?, he said.

“Okay,” she said. “One more.”

The next track was nothing so cliched, thankfully. A Beyonce track, he found himself getting into it and shaking his hips around for the first part of the song. Again, he felt his kilt move in response to people around flipping the hem up. The song was partway through when one of the women from the group, a late-thirties blonde in a sleek midnight-blue gown sidled up to him, and then turned edirne escort bayan around and ground her backside into him, rubbing her arse against his sporran. It felt weird — she was, after all, rubbing herself against a bag, effectively — but the suggestiveness was unmistakable. After a few bars, she turned to face him and placed her outstretched hand on his shoulder possessively. Moving around behind him, she shifted her hands to his hips, and began grinding him from behind.

Jamie tried to focus on moving in time with the music, and with her motions; he couldn’t move too much without breaking contact with her — plus, he was definitely beginning to get hard from all this suggestive attention, and he didn’t want to draw attention to that fact. He realised he was grateful for his sporran; dangling over his groin, it held his wallet, phone and coins, and that weighed down the front of the kilt, preventing it from tenting.

The song finished, and he disentangled himself from her. Red Dress moved with him, Back at the table, he picked up his glass again, and he took a sip. Several of the women were still sitting at the low chairs around the table, while others were standing, since there were not enough seats for all of them. Jamie was standing beside the table, in front of some of the occupied chairs. As he swallowed, he felt something brush the inside of his thigh, and then a hand caressed his butt — under his kilt. He paused, waiting for the hand to withdraw. it did not. He turned to look behind him. A dark-haired woman with twinkling eyes looked back at him.

“Are we having a good time?” he asked slightly sarcastically, though if he was honest, he wouldn’t have done anything if would have caused her to withdraw her hand.

“Oh yes,” she said, without a hint of embarrassment. “Definitely. You have a very nice bottom, young man.” She moved her hand around, giving his buttocks a rub.

“Andrea!” one of the other girls shrieked, scandalised but also delighted. “You absolute tart!”

Andrea continued to hold Jamie’s gaze. “He doesn’t seem to be objecting,” she observed to the other girl. “Are you?”

“Well…. no.” Jamie said, but now aware that the weight of his sporran was the only thing stopping a full erection. I shouldn’t be doing this, he thought. Please don’t stop, he also thought.

“This isn’t right,” said a blond-haired girl in a green blouse and jeans. She stood up and stepped over to Jamie. “Here.” She handed Jamie her half-empty champagne flute of fizz.

“You can’t just maul the poor boy–” the blonde girl said to Andrea.

Hey, Jamie thought, as Andrea squeezed a cheek, don’t ruin a good thing here. I don’t mind being mauled. I can cope.

“Have you no sense?” blonde girl continued. She crouched, and with both her free hands, grasped the front of Jamie’s kilt and lifted it up, exposing him to the rest of the women seated around the coffee table.

His own glass in one hand and hers in another, Jamie found himself unable to stop her without risking breaking glass all over his groin. He stood there with one hand on his arse and his kilt lifted up to his waist, revealing his erection to the group of women around the table, trying to figure out what his options were.

The table exploded into shrieks as they all saw his erection.

“Omigod,” said one of them. “He’s doing it! Look at that!”

“I don’t believe it.”

“Holy shit, Karen!”

There was another second of screaming, then Jamie said, glasses in both hands, “Okay, I think that’s enough, don’t you?”

He felt Andrea’s hand withdraw from behind as ‘Karen’ let his kilt fall again.

“Well,” Karen said unrepentantly, as she reached under the kilt and briefly fingered his balls, “it doesn’t have to be.”

He took a deep breath. “Yes,” he said. “It does.”

Jamie put Karen’s glass down on the table and walked out of the function room, through the lobby, and back to the lift. The walk from the lift along the corridor to his room was one of the longest of his life — it was a struggle not to run.

Once through the door into his room, he stepped straight into the bathroom and began one of the best wanks of his life, holding his kilt up with one hand and pumping his cock with the other, watching in the mirror and imagining that all the women from the table were watching Karen jerking him off. It wasn’t long before he exploded over the ornate sink.

***

“All the way up?” his wife Amy asked, the next evening. “In front of everyone?”

He nodded. He didn’t keep secrets from Amy. He wasn’t going to start now. He looked at her, sitting on their bed while he was part way through unpacking from the trip. She’d asked how it had gone and, well, he’d needed to talk about it.

“And the other woman had her hand on your arse?”

“Yes.” Deep breath. “So. What do you think?”

She paused, thoughtfully, then looked at him.

“I think you should get that kilt on.”

“Sorry?”

“And then I’m going to fuck your brains out,” she said levelly.

He stared at her, processing this. “You’re not mad?” he said eventually.

“Did you sleep with any of them?” she asked. He shook his head. “Did you start this?”

“No,” he admitted. “It was all them.”

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As I step on the plane I remember how this trip started about a hundred years ago. Ok, maybe that is a slight exaggeration, but it was years ago now. We were both quite unassailably attached back then. But time has a way of taking circumstances beyond our control and now we’re both, well, we’re not. Attached, that is.

So I get on the plane, a nervous wreck as I ponder my destination. Not that I haven’t pondered it about a million times already. I know where I’m going and why. I’m going to see an old friend whom I’ve never met. To finally see the face that I love. And before the night is done, I will fuck him till he comes twenty times. And on our first date, too. Christ, don’t tell my mother.

Ok, technically in this computer age, you can’t consider this our first date. We’ve had hundreds, maybe thousands of dates, then. He knows me better than my closest friends do. We’ve discussed everything from kids and lovers to illnesses and addictions. Verbally he’s brought me off more than any lover I ever had. He knows the way a woman likes her pussy licked. I know him well enough to know he would never dream of coming first. He’s a generous lover, a brilliant man, a poet. It feels as if I’ve known him all my life. So why this case of the jitters?

I have all his words with me, the poems and stories he’s written for me and for others. A fresh flush warms my body as I read Passion Song for the four thousandth time. He wrote it for me over a decade ago and it still makes me hot. My nervousness ebbs and I close my eyes, try to picture a face I’ve never seen.

My sister asked, “What if he’s ugly? What if he doesn’t turn you on?”

I smiled and answered, “He’s not and he does. I’ve seen his soul and it’s beautiful. No one has ever turned me on as much as this man.” She doesn’t get it, threatened to tell Mom. I told her to go ahead if she wanted to live with the guilt of a heart attack.

The plane lands and my heart takes off like a triple crown race horse. I sit, as others disembark, trying to breathe normally. Up the ramp and into the terminal on shaking legs, I stop in the ladies room to freshen my face. I brush my long blonde hair, put on some lip gloss and restack my melons on their silver platter. Ok, technically it’s a black lace Wonder-bra, but it serves the same purpose. I’m just showing off what’s on the menu.

I’m an exhibitionist. He’s a voyeur. That’s how we met, on this great little web site for writers. I was looking for an editor for the erotic stories I write, and I stumbled into smut-writer’s heaven. Funny thing was, it turned out to be so much more than a porn site, with a close knit community of poets and friendly folks reading and giving feedback for other writers. It was amazing. We saw each other’s work and just clicked, then found out we had so much more in common than writing, even similar spiritual interests.

I’m staring at my cleavage in the mirror, frozen. Why so nervous? I know this man. I love him! Why do I feel like a teen on my first date? Because I haven’t been on a date in the last 30 years. Because making love to this man tonight will be the culmination of exquisite foreplay that has lasted almost 13 years. He’s made me come a million times and he’s never even seen me. What if I don’t turn him on?

I shake my head and look in the mirror again. He’s gonna love the lace bra peeping over my blouse. I am an exhibitionist, and it’s show time. I smile at myself, then turn and walk with slightly feigned confidence. Somewhere in the back of my mind, Ted Nugent suddenly breaks into a sizzling rendition of Stranglehold. I take my time, letting the seduction come over me. The painted on leather skirt and “fuck me” pumps get the reaction I want. One hip at a time, I conquer the corridor. I feel the eyes, see heads turn. I meet the gaze of a man sitting at the bar. He smiles hopefully. I flip my hair over my shoulder as if to say, “You wish.” This is my game and I’m ready to play.

I descend the stairs and head toward the luggage carousel that’s flashing my flight number. I casually stroll up to the belt and watch the bags go round. No need to look for him, he’ll find me. He’s seen plenty of pictures of me. I couldn’t pick him out of a line up. Well, maybe I could, I have seen his eyes. He sent me a picture once peering over a cup of coffee and told me that’s what he’d look like staring up from my muff. I had to smile. He has great eyes.

I lean forward, knowing how my skirt will ride up in back, and grab my suitcase, just a small one, then look around. Although there’s no sign of him, I can feel him here, watching me. He loves to watch, not just me, though I’m sure to be his primary target at the moment. He watches everything. I scan the room and know he sees the crowd thinning out, the woman with a baby meeting her mom, the grandmother cooing over the infant, he sees it all.

A suit puts a handle bayburt escort on his suitcase and wheels it from the terminal. He hasn’t been laid in a long time and it shows. A young couple kisses like he’s returning from war. Thank God that’s a thing of the past. Jeff’s got his eyes on the way the man’s hands are squeezing her ass, I’m sure of it. Then I see a man leaning against a pillar looking at me. I meet his gaze, size him up; tall and thin with gray hair, self assured look. That’s not Jeff. No way that’s him. As I scan the room again, Mr. Self-assured heads my direction, now looking more cocky than confident.

He extends his hand. “Hi Syndra, I’m Jeff.”

I stare into his eyes, but don’t reach for his hand. “No you’re not.” He looks confused, but I ignore him, turn away and look at the decreasing population in the terminal. Baggage claim clerk helps tired mother with 2 little kids, as a sexy young man lifts a guitar case from the still revolving carousel. Gray hair above newspaper, eyes watching me. That’s Jeff. The eyes smile as I walk toward him. Oh yes, those are Jeff’s eyes. He continues to peer over his paper. I lean in, resting a hand on my knee, pulling the paper down so the sway of my breasts is directly in his line of sight. He’s grinning. “Hi Jeff.”

“Hi, Syn.” He rises and pulls me to him in a long hug.

All my qualms evaporate with his breath on my neck. I could stay here forever, where I’ve wanted to be for so long. Jeff is holding me in his arms! Oh, it’s almost too good to be true. Finally and reluctantly we release the embrace and he kisses me. His lips press tenderly to mine and I melt. My panties grow damp and all the foreplay from all the years creeps into my consciousness. More than anything I want to drop to my knees and release his desire, but I just kiss him again, and look into his wonderful eyes. “Nice to see you.”

He smiles. God he’s got a great smile! He’s just as I had him pictured. Slightly over 6 feet, gray hair and beard, with this open face. I don’t know what I mean by open. Honest, friendly maybe? Or maybe I just know him so well he’s like an open book to me. He’s well built with biceps rock hard beneath his black shirt. And those eyes! He has gorgeous hazel eyes.

“Nice to see you, too Syn. You look beautiful.” He drops his gaze to my bosom then plants a big kiss and a lick on the swell above the lace. I gasp and my cunt begins to pulse with pent up desire. He watches my face flush with need. “Absolutely gorgeous. And you smell of lilacs. Shall we go?”

I’m speechless, and slightly breathless, as he lifts my bag and hands it to his impersonator. “Syn, this is Mike, our chauffeur.”

“Hi Mike.”

“Ma’am. Nice to meet you.” He takes my bag and leads us out of the terminal. A black stretch limo sits by the curb. Mike opens the door and bows slightly.

I raise one eyebrow at Jeff. He just smiles and waves me in first. I slide onto the leather seat as he climbs in after. “Nice ride. Why the impostor?”

“You know why.”

“You wanted to watch me, I know. But I would have danced naked, had you asked. Why the impostor? Were you going to run away if you didn’t like what you saw?” For just an instant, a pinch of my earlier nervousness returns.

He slides closer and pulls me into a kiss. “Not a chance, Syn. I just wanted to watch you without you reacting to me, just being you.”

Mike gets in front. “To the restaurant, Sir?”

“The reservations are at nine. Just drive until then. Show Syndra the town.”

“Yes Sir.” The partition creeps up between the front seat and us.

I straddle his lap, press my crotch to his, and feel him rise to meet me. I kiss him long and sweet, loving, exploring. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning when all her dreams come true. And I still have a package to unwrap.

He reaches into my blouse, under the lace and lifts one breast into view. “Jesus, Syn, you weren’t kidding.”

I smile. “Meaning?”

“You have perfect nipples.” He’s right. I do. I’m not bragging, it’s simply true. I have vanilla breasts with caramel nips that gather with the slightest breeze. Of course I already told him this because, well, that’s just how I am. He suckles like a newborn and I swoon into him. Dizzy now, I just ride along in this plush automobile across his lap while he sucks my tit and I rub my clit against his jeans. I am in heaven.

His tongue slides up my neck and his lips find mine again. He palms my panties. “You’re hot.”

“Why thank you, love. You’re pretty hot yourself.” I slide onto the floor before his finger can sneak under the damp nylon. He reaches, but I slip between his knees, release his belt and pull his fly open. One last sizzling glance at his eyes, then I dip in to find my prize. “Oh, God, Jeff! It’s everything I hoped for.” He smiles and watches me cradle it in my hand like a precious artifact and lick it like the delectable treat it is.

I’ve waited so long for bilecik escort this moment. I wonder if I ever told him how much I love to give head? He’s about to find out as I lick and kiss and swirl. Swirl again and swallow hard. I love the way it feels against my lips, my tongue. They should make lipstick in the shape of a cock. Not thin like lipstick, cock sized. I love the way the rubbery tip feels soft against my lips and all over my tongue, eyelids, cheeks. Ok, the lipstick idea might get messy. I swallow again, taking his length in my mouth.

“Jesus, Syn!”

I dive again and suck slowly back to the tip and swirl my tongue. Men have told me they don’t need the swirl, it’s just for show in porno movies. But I need it. I love it! I like to lick it and play with it and gobble and suckle it. So I swirl because it feels good. Damn it feels good. My pussy starts to throb, my nipples press hard against the rough lace of my bra.

I bathe the entire surface with my tongue. Such a lovely prick, my God! Nice, slow strokes with my hand, while I attend to his balls. I palm one and take the other into my mouth very gently, licking and sucking. I squeeze and lick and revel in the scent of him. Musky man scent, warm and close. Finally so close. A small moan escapes his lips. As I shift my weight and lick my way back up the shaft, I glance at his face. I have to smile. At this point in a blow job, most men are lolled back, eyes shut and nearly drooling. Not Jeff. My voyeur is watching every move. Now I’m really turned on.

The only thing I love more than sucking cock is being watched while I suck cock. I swallow him deep, but he’s reached his full length. I love a challenge. I smile and pull back slowly, sucking till I reach the head, lick the tip and dive on him again. He moans and puts his hand in my hair, not forcing me, just petting, appreciating. I let the slickness at the back of my throat slide around his cock, then pull back slow, sucking hard. He quivers slightly. I lift my eyes to see him watching, hold his gaze a minute, smiling as I flick my tongue against his glans. I wrap my lips around his shaft and swallow deep. When he reaches the back of my throat, I take a deep breath, open my throat and take it all.

He quivers. “Oh, God, Syn!”

I swallow him like a python takes her supper, sucking and squeezing him with my throat. I’m a good swimmer, so I can hold my breath quite a while. I keep him buried deep, swallowing repeatedly so the muscles in my throat constrict around his flesh. I hear a slight whimper. My hand moves to gently squeeze his balls while I feast on his flesh. It’s heaven having him in my mouth, down my throat, fucking my face. I pull back a bit, breathe, and dive on him again, opening my throat and swallowing him whole. The sound of his ragged breath drives me to peak performance. I lose track as I gobble and breathe, lick and swallow, take it deep and then retreat to tickle with my tongue. I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun. Soaked with desire, I lose myself in the feel of him, the scent of him, the taste of him. I want this to last forever, but it doesn’t take long.

“I’m gonna come, Syn.” Requisite warning offers to let me back off if I don’t want to swallow.

My efforts redouble. I’ve waited a long time and I am dying to taste this man. My panties are drenched and my nipples press hard against his thighs, reaching for him. His legs tremble, go taut, as I greedily suck him, softening the grip of my lips but maintaining the depth of my stroke. My head bobs in his lap, taking it all, savoring the creamy texture on my tongue, the salty sweet flavor I have only dreamed for so long. My stroke slows as I softly gulp his cream and moan with ecstasy. I milk the last drops into my mouth. Softly I kiss and lick his rubbery flesh, memorizing the feel of it against my lips. He pulls me up into his arms and kisses me with his tongue.

We melt together, kissing softly, then just breathing as I nuzzle his neck, smelling the wonderful scent of him. Once he catches his breath, he smiles at me. “You’re good, Syn.”

“You inspire me, Jeff.”

He reaches between my thighs and slips a finger under my panties. “God, you’re wet!”

I am. I can feel my desire flowing in the rivers of my veins and converging to pool in my warm delta. “Fuck me with your fingers,” I whisper in his ear.

He needs no encouragement to slip inside me two fingers, then three, as I gasp, and grasp at his touch. He rolls me onto my back and takes a nipple to his lips, making me moan. His thumb finds my clit and my breath comes fast. His other hand slips inside my bra to tweak my other nipple.

“Oh, yes, Jeff.”

His mouth on my breast and his attention to my clit bring my heart rate up fast. His fingers deep in me are delicious, twisting and reaching for my center. I hum along with the rhythm to which my hips are rocking.

He knows I’m close and coaxes me. “Come, bingöl escort Syndra, come. I want to see.”

And I do. I scream as it hits, and lift my hips. After thirteen years of foreplay, that’s all it takes. I have never been more ready in my life. He brought me to the brink a thousand times on words alone, then pushed me over time and again. He did this to me, inspired this heat, this desire, this wanton, willing passion. And now he takes me in the flesh and I am so ready to let go, to come in his arms. I have dreamed it so long and, now I do not need much coaxing to come here.

He licks his fingers clean and smiles at me. “You taste good.” He kisses me deeply and my mouth is now a mingle of his taste and mine. Our lips and tongues dance together for a long time, twirling in the heat of sated lust.

We talk of sex and poetry until we reach the restaurant. I fix my makeup and comb my hair. He’s brought me to Carelli’s, his favorite place. The hostess knows him, seats us at a booth in the back. It’s small, charming and cozy with a circular fireplace in the center, wine racks along the back wall and romantic lighting. But I’m not really here for the atmosphere. I slide right next to him in the booth and put my hand on his thigh. He wraps an arm around my shoulder and we share a menu.

“I’m starving,” I say. “What’s good?”

“Depends on what you’re in the mood for.”

“As long as I get linguine, I’ll be happy.”

When the waiter comes, Jeff orders chicken saltimboca and I get lobster alfredo over linguine. We talk and play and eat and laugh. He twirls my fork and feeds me linguine. We lock arms and sip from our glasses, eye to eye. My right thigh is lopped over his left, and he occasionally reaches under my skirt for a pet. The evening is an odd combination of first date/honeymoon gestures and emotions. After dinner he orders a brownie hot fudge sundae and a shot of gin. I order coffee and share his dessert, spooning every other bite into his mouth. Our kisses are now chocolate, laced with liquor. The combination is intoxicating.

I suddenly remember a poem he wrote a long time ago and feel inspired. I slide back so I’m resting against the wall, lift my right leg until my foot rests on the seat and my knee is pressed to my chest. Then I dip my fingers under damp panties, pull wet fingers out and stir his gin. He grins broadly, lifts his glass to his nose to smell my scent, then takes a sip. I let him lick my fingers then watch him lick his lips.

“Well?” he challenges me.

“Well what?”

“What about the rest of the poem?”

“Here and now?”

“You did in the poem.”

“In the poem we were in a bar. This is a nice family place.” He’s just looking at me, waiting. “You want they should ask us to leave and never come back?”

“It would be worth it to watch.” He’s really grinning now.

I feel my face flush, but it’s not from embarrassment. I’m turned on and he knows it. I move my hand between my legs and slip fingers back inside the dampness. With my other hand I pull the panties to one side so he can see.

His eyes fix on my naked mons, freshly shaved this morning because I know he likes it that way. He reaches absently and strokes one finger up the smooth lips. I quiver. I don’t know if it’s from the touch, or the way he’s looking at me as though admiring a work of art.

I dip the fingers deep, making them slick, then rub them hard against my growing clit. I tilt my tailbone under to give him a better view. I love doing it for him, love that he’s watching me. And then there is the element of danger, I could get caught. Other’s could watch, are probably watching now. A fresh flush warms my thighs and my breath comes faster. I work tight, hard circles around my clit. Gotta be fast or I’m gonna get caught. Yes. He’s watching, amazed, looks as if he’d like to help, but just watches, hypnotized by the little circles I’m making. I slide the fingers in, fuck myself as deep as I can, slide them back out to molest my clit. I’ve lost track of where I am, and just rock in the seat. Small moans escape my lips, eyes closed. So close, I’m nearly there.

“Are you ready for your check?”

My eyes fly open. I see the waiter just as his eyes lock on me. My mind registers my location and situation just in time to silence a scream. Orgasm overtakes me. Jeff and the waiter are spellbound as I writhe and pant and moan as quietly as I can manage. Slowly the tremors subside. Nonchalantly, I place my leg back under the table, stir Jeff’s gin with sticky fingers and then lick them off.

Jeff empties the glass in one gulp and hands the waiter a hundred dollar bill. “Keep the change.” He takes me by the hand, and leads me on weak knees to the parking lot, where we roll laughing into the back seat of the limo. Mike starts the car and we make a clean getaway.

Jeff pulls my knees up and pushes me onto my back. One hand unzips his fly and releases his thick cock as the other slides my panties off in one very smooth move. I am impressed, and so very ready to get fucked. I reach to guide him in but he pushes my hand away.

“I love seeing you so eager,” he teases. He leans over me, supporting his weight on his elbows and kisses me. “I love seeing you.” His eyes are so sexy.

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No husband likes to hear the words, “We need to talk.” If you hear them, however, you better listen. When I heard those words it got my attention instantly, and my heart began to race, and I even began to sweat. I turned to her and readied myself for whatever was coming, however bad it was. We were stretched out in bed, right after sex, and her words had me turned on my side, raised up on an elbow, afraid of what I was going to hear, and afraid of the heartaches that were coming.

“We’ve always been honest with each other,” she said, “and honest means to not keep things secret.” I listened and nodded without speaking. “You’ve always told me that sex was not the most important thing in a marriage, right?” I nodded again and waited. “Jake is your best friend and you share most everything with each other.”

“That’s right,” I said, figuring I knew now where she was going.

“You know I like Jake a lot.” I said I did and waited for her to go on. “Well, I’ve been thinking about Jake quite a bit lately,” she said with a shy smile. She paused and was quiet for a long time. “In fact, I have been thinking about Jake more than just about anything lately, and I need to tell you just how I really feel. I’d rather you know what was going on, and not sneak around.” I moved forward and kissed her on the lips.

My wife had the hots for my friend, I now knew, and she was trying to tell me the truth. Funny, but I had already fantasized about that for years, had pictured them in my imagination fucking like teens, kissing and petting, sucking and pleasuring one another with the intensity of newlyweds. I am not sure just why, but what I had dreamed about, fantasized in private, seemed to be happening.

“Sorry for feeling this way, but I can’t stand it any longer. I have been attracted to your best friend for a long time, but now it’s gotten really difficult to think of anything else. I’m miserable lately. I want him inside me,” she confessed softly. “I want to feel his cock in my pussy. I’m desperate to have him make love to me; to feel his fingers and tongue in my pussy.”

“So that’s it?” I said in amazement. “You want to fuck Jake, and that’s the big problem?” I said. “Is that all? Like you said, he and I have shared everything. Sharing my wife’s pussy is not a world crisis. If that’s all you want, everything’s fine.” I said. “You’re not telling me you want to run off with him, are you, leave me in misery? Live with Jake?” She shook her head. “I thought it was going to be something awful. Having sex with my best friend is just a small matter. Hell, I’ve been thinking rize escort of that myself for years now,” I said as I kissed her.

She looked at me, incredulous, bewildered by my willingness to let her fuck my friend. “Really? You have wanted that?” she asked, amazed at what I’d said. “It would be all right with you for me to have sex with Jake?” she asked. I told her it was the most common fantasy in the world for an awful lot of married men, sharing their wives. “Many guys want that,” I told her. “In some cultures men even share their wives with male house guests. A man will offer his wife as an act of friendliness, or hospitality, like good manners. So how long has this been bothering you, this desire to fuck Jake?”

She was quiet for nearly a minute, processing what I had just said, thinking about the possibilities, then she blushed and smiled. “Probably since before our wedding night,” she said, a bit embarrassed by admitting the truth.

“So on our honeymoon” I said with excitement, “you wanted to fuck the best man? That’s amazing. I wish you’d had told me then. We could have started our marriage with a threesome.”

After that we talked for quite a while that night about her sexual attraction to Jake, her feelings of guilt, and about how much she wanted him inside her, to be able to have endless sex with the man who’d been beside me at our wedding.

“You really have thought about this before?” she asked again with a silly grin. I explained that I had, that it was called the Hotwife Concept, that I had wanted to watch her being fucked by someone else for years, and that Jake was the perfect choice. She listened and her smile grew. “You wouldn’t mind seeing him put his cock in my pussy?”

“I’d love it,” I said. “I’d love to watch.”

We immediately began planning just how we would make it happen. I suggested I talk to him, but she said she’d like to be the one to talk to him first. She told me they’d talked about it, but he had not wanted to do anything behind my back.

“So he knows you want to fuck him?” I said.

She nodded shyly. “Yes, but we decided not to do anything without your knowledge.” she explained.

She called Jake and they decided to meet to talk about it. When she left to see him, I was nervous as a cat waiting to hear what they had decided, how it would go. He wanted to fuck her, that was not in doubt, and she would tell him I knew and supported their going ahead and having sex. When they got home from meeting and talking they stood outside at the door for awhile, probably kissing on sakarya escort the porch, probably nervous about how it would go They came in and we went to the dinning room and sat at the table.

“Well, you going to fuck my wife tonight?” I asked trying to break the ice.

He smiled, leaned toward her and they kissed, then he turned to me and shook his head. “I’d like to,” he said. I suggested we all get naked and he helped her take off her clothes and then they both took his off. I stripped and joined them, then we went into the den and they stood together near the couch.

“So how long have you wanted my wife’s pussy?” I said.

He looked at her and they smiled, then he looked at me and said, “Since I first met her.” As she stood naked next to him I admired their nude bodies side by side. They looked so good together. Her trimmed pussy stood out below her belly button, her shaved mons giving just the right framing to her puffy labia that glistened between her legs and looked so ready. Her breasts were pert and erect, her nipples firm and pink and aroused. She took his hand and they kissed, then I nodded and they followed me into the bedroom.

“You two enjoy the night,” I saiid as I shut the door behind me. I wanted so to stay and watch him fuck her, but I also knew they needed privacy, and I wanted that for them as much as anything.

I got home the next morning around ten and stood in the hall looking in at them stretched out on the bed still asleep. They were nude and she was face down, her lovely bottom exposed to me, the sheets pulled aside and her legs over the end of the bed. I imagined what it had been like the night before, his erection pushing into my wife’s pussy with an energy and desire he had been denied for so long. They had most likely fucked most of the night, and now slept off their lively first time together.

I felt pleased and energized by knowing their sex was so good and left them so spent. I hoped some day I would be able to witness it, to see them fucking and enjoying one another freely and with a passion I also felt for them. He’d lusted after, then fucked my wife with my approval, throughout the night and as her legs were slightly open I could see the redness from the energy of his cock pushing into her repeatedly as most of the rest of the world slept. They’d made love with my knowledge and consent and I watched them sleep with a satisfaction and contentment I cannot explain. I let them sleep and went into the kitchen to fix myself breakfast and coffee. As I was putting my food samsun escort on the table Claire came into the room and came to my side.

“Thank you,” she said, putting her arms around my neck and kissing me. “I had a glorious night,” she said. “He fucked your wife until her pussy was raw. He even fucked me to sleep.”

“You can rest today,” I said.

“We might want to make love again, let you watch,” she said with a smile. “Would you like to watch?” she asked.

“Do bears shit in the woods?” I asked, obviously wanting it to happen.

“They do,” she said, “and I guess you want to watch. Let’s let him sleep, but when he wakes up, I think he will be up for it.”

“Of course,” I said. “He’s been ‘up’ for you since he was an adolescent. He would fuck my wife at Yankee Stadium,” I said, “with the stands full and with live TV coverage. I guess you are not all worn out,” I added, knowing full well that Claire could go another few rounds with my old friend Jake even after the night they’d had.

I moved up to her and we kissed. I could taste him on her lips. The taste didn’t repel me, and I pictured him coming in her pussy and then spurting on her stomach. When he came down I asked him how his night was.

“Terrific,” he said. “She is one great piece of ass. If you don’t know that by now, I don’t know what you’ve been doing with yourself all this time,” he added.

I followed the two of them into the bedroom and sat in the corner of the room. At first they kissed, then he played with her pussy and kissed and licked it devotedly. He was already hard and after awhile he pointed the stiff boner at my wife’s slit and moved it between her legs. I was excited to see him fuck her, and my heart was beating like an Indian drum at a war dance.

“Oh yes, fuck me,” she cried as he pounded into her, rapidly thrusting between her labia. Her legs were wide open and her hand was on her pubis, rubbing her own clit as he fucked her. When she came it was with a shout and the pleasure exploded from her throat.

When his cock was soft, she knelt on her knees and took his flaccid cock in her mouth and sucked it back to full size, licking and sucking him lovingly. He came again in about ten minutes and I thought how incredible it was he could be ready so soon after coming before.

When he came she kept her mouth over his cock and drank him down as each spurt of come shot from his erection. “You two are amazing,” I said. “Anytime you want to have a spectator I’m ready and willing to watch.”

They both smiled and collapsed together, ignoring me and cuddling in the afterglow. I had been able to watch my wife fuck my good friend and I was tired from watching them ravish one another.

It has been a while since I first watched them having sex in my bed, but now it is a regular event. They get to fuck and I get to watch. What could be better?

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The first time I stripped with friends was at a rather dull party.

The company I worked for was relocating, but I’d had an offer from another firm and had decided to stay as I liked my little house and the area. The party had been a meal, drinks and music in a large, expensive hotel. Rooms had been booked for all the guests, so everyone had taken advantage of the open bar.

As a single twenty-something, I’d had more than my fair share of attention through the night and was currently sitting on the balcony of the relatively good-looking finance manager who had spent the last hour trying to persuade me, unsuccessfully, to stay with the company. Most of the finance department had returned to his room for a nightcap and had joined in with listing reasons I should stay. As the drink flowed, the reasons became sillier as they realised I wasn’t to be swayed, joking around about my impending departure and where it might lead.

For months I’d worked hard, concentrating on my career, and this was the first time I’d allowed myself a drink and some downtime.

It was also the first time in the company of males outside work. Although I only saw them as colleagues, the manager, as I said, was good-looking, and the other guys were either bookish or still living at home, fresh out of college type.

Talking of career risks, one of them jokingly said, ‘if all else fails, you could always entertain at bachelor parties with your figure.’. The other guys said that was out of order, I was too ‘nice’ for that sort of thing and that he should behave. Because I wasn’t that kind of girl.

All very chivalrous, but surprisingly it annoyed me that they were making assumptions based on what they’d seen at work, professional, serious, hard-working and sensible.

Obviously, these guys only knew me from work and nothing of my adventurous, exhibitionist side.

With a mischievous smile, I decided it was time I had some fun.

After all, I wasn’t going to be seeing them after tonight

Standing, I said, ‘who says I’m too nice for that kind of thing?’

Lying, I added, ‘plenty of girls work their way through Uni stripping.’

There was silence then one of the more confident guys said, ‘did you.’

I leaned in and whispered in his ear, loud enough for the others to hear.

‘Now that would be telling.’

‘I mersin escort still couldn’t see you doing that for a living.’ he said

‘Don’t think you’d have the nerve.’

I wondered how he would react if he knew the truth, how I was an exhibitionist.

Stepping back, I said, ‘oh really?’ reached to my hip and unzipped my skirt, slowly sliding it down, letting the material drop open until they could see a peek of the fabric of my white panties.

‘What are you doing?’ he stammered, looking shocked.

‘Ah, looks like I’m not the one getting get cold feet.’ I smiled, doing my zip back up.

There was electricity in the room, the guys were joking around, but it was somewhat subdued as they tried to process what had just happened.

I wanted so badly to strip in front of them, show them what I looked like naked, turned on, and wet and that I wasn’t the ‘innocent’ they thought me to be.

My chance came when one of the guys said jokingly, ‘If things go wrong in finance, I will certainly book you for a few parties. That was pretty hot.’

There were a few laughs, and several of the guys agreed with him, saying I must leave my number, which I think was a last-ditch attempt for one of them to secure it.

I had a work phone that went off outside of office hours. No one had my personal number.

Then one of them said the fatal line, ‘Bet she wouldn’t strip for real though.’

This was the turn in the conversation, joking as it was, that gave me my in and a chance to see how far I could push things.

‘Well, if you think that’s true, why don’t you put your money down and see if I’m worth a career change? Bet you fifty each, I will strip.’

They thought I was bluffing, but each sorted out fifty pounds, putting it on the small coffee table.

‘Well, there’s fifty each, so if you’re still game…?’

He left the question hanging, and I said.

‘So I should start with this?’ putting my hand to the zip on my skirt, he smiled and shrugged his shoulders as if to say, if you dare.

I could see the anticipation on the guy’s faces, now beginning to wonder where this was going and if I was seriously going to strip. I was, my pussy already damp at the thought of being naked in front of guys I’d been working closely with, who obviously thought muğla escort of me as a quiet professional, serious type of lady. How wrong they were.

Unzipping my skirt, I began easing it over my hips, slowly revealing the silk of my panties. I let the skirt pool around my feet and stepped out of it.

I noticed that all eyes around the room intensely inspected my legs and panties. I could see on their faces the question, would I strip completely. I felt even more excited now, displaying myself to them in just my blouse, bra and skimpy brief panties.

The telltale feeling between my legs said I would.

My blouse soon joined my skirt on the floor. I’d teased, unbuttoning it slowly, letting it slip from my body as I turned in a side-on profile. As I stood there, in just bra, panties and heels, one of the guys asked quietly and polity if I’d mind turning around slowly. I complied, hearing them whispering as they watched me.

As I faced them again, the manager smiled at me and said. ‘I think all the guys will agree you’ve proven the point. That’s enough of a strip to fulfil the bet.’

There was an audible intake of breath, as I said. ‘I don’t think so, but if you feel uncomfortable, feel free to leave.’

A couple of them looked a little shocked as I reached behind and unclipped my bra, holding it in place for a second before letting it slip slowly from my breasts, cupping them with my hands, hiding them from view, exposing them as I let my hands drift to my side. The sight of them all staring at me caused my nipples to stiffen, and from the looks on their faces, I am sure they all noticed my excitement. Wetness seeped from between the lips of my pussy, dampening my panties and making the thin material transparent.

They’d been my work colleagues for so long that it felt strange and naughty standing in front of them clad in nothing but the briefest of panties and high heels. If they couldn’t see me as a stripper now, they never would.

Turning, legs together, I

bent over a nearby chair giving everybody a view of my ass, the silky material of my panties stretched tight over my cheeks.

The room was silent as they waited to see what I would do.

Running a hand between my legs, I slowly rubbed a finger back and forth and fingered myself through the panties. nevşehir escort Hearing one of them remark, ‘look how wet Juliet’s panties are,’ confirmed they’d noticed my excitement and was almost enough to send me to a shuddering climax.

On shaking legs, I turned to face them again, the room deathly silent as I stood in the centre and slowly rubbed myself over my panties, feeling them ride up, highlighting the shape of my mound and slit. Really close to orgasm, I slid my panties to one side, revealing myself to them briefly as I dipped a finger into myself.

My orgasm came quickly, and I could hear their breath quicken as I bit my bottom lip to stop myself from crying out. It was quick and intense. I could feel the juices running from my aching pussy, wetting my inner thighs.

Still shaking, I wiggled my hips and pulled my soaking panties down with one hand while covering my pussy with the other. Moving it slowly out of the way with my panties around my ankles, trailing my fingers over my wet lips and the neatly shaven strip of pubic hair as I exposed my pussy to them.

They could hardly believe what I was doing, and I knew then that I wouldn’t have objected if any of them had made a move on me. Actually, welcoming hands on my breasts and nipples, their fingers searching and exploring between my legs, bringing me to orgasm as they probed my pussy. But alas, it was not to be. They were not the type, not used to this kind of thing, appreciative of the strip and the show, but lacking the confidence to take things further, especially in front of each other.

From the way they were sitting, hands in laps, legs crossed, they were all obviously excited, and I had no doubt I’d be the subject of late-night masturbation as I stood naked, exposed, exhibiting my naked body to my friends and colleagues.

There had been nothing but gasps and whispers from the guys, and they sat just as silent as I picked up my clothes. Not bothering to dress, I smiled at them and said.

‘Thank you for a wonderful goodbye, I know a few of you have taken sly glances in the office, so I hope you’ve all enjoyed seeing me. I hope it’s everything you expected.’

The manager laughed and clapped his hands together, which broke the silence as they joined him. I did a little bow and turned to the door.

‘Hey, what about your clothes.’ one of them said, a little panicked and concerned as I opened the door.

I smiled, ‘I’m only just down the corridor.’

‘But someone might see.’ he added.

I Winked, ‘hope so.’

And with that, I left the room, my colleagues and my job and on to new adventures.

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