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The Motion Alert appeared on the lock screen of Rich’s iPhone. They appeared every time Jen walked in front of the master suite Nest Cam and transmitted HD video that Rich could view on his phone or tablet. The husband had installed Nest Cams for home security well before the separation. He hadn’t showed Jen the remote viewing capability, only because he knew she’d have no interest.

The motion alerts always caused an unwelcome rush of adrenaline but had become predictable as to what time of day they occurred. There is one generally just after 10 PM each night as she goes to bed and just before 7 AM each morning when she gets up. He generally never opened the app because he knew it was her and her daily routine was of little interest.

This one was different. It was 1:47 PM on a Wednesday. Wouldn’t Jen still be at her 12:30 yoga class? Rich reached for his iPad and opened the app to view the broadcast. He pressed ‘RECORD’.

There on the screen was the Macy’s bedspread they bought together at a President’s Day sale, on the other side of the bed was her dresser on which sat a Seiko World Clock given to them as a wedding present.

And there she was – coming from out of frame to sit at the end of the bed, hurriedly stripping her yoga clothes off for someone just out of view. Smiling and laughing she pushed back and centered herself eskişehir escort on the bed. And there he was, playfully jumping on top of her as she spread her legs with an excited giggle.

Rich felt stricken. With adrenaline coursing through him, he was nauseous but could only dry heave painfully. All the muscles in his stomach and throat seem to spasm in concert. He gasped for air, his mouth suddenly dry. He turned away from the screen.

But he could not look away long. Foreplay, if there had been any, must have occurred in the living room or the family room. The mystery partner simply pushed himself into the young wife’s receptive folds and began to thrust vigorously. He supported himself with both arms and kept his face close to hers, smiling and talking, but not kissing.

Jennifer affectionately rubbed the man’s nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and maintained an animated banter. Apropos to nothing Rich could see his wife had been tanning somewhere, perhaps on their deck, perhaps at a salon. He could see the area that had been covered by very small bikini top. The suitor also had a very pronounced tan line at his waist. Had this encounter been preceded by clandestine liaisons at some sunny locale? Rich dreaded the thought, however improbable.

The visitor penetrated the young wife with a steady piston-like action, changing position slightly ever so often as if to insure gaziantep escort the head of his staff scraped the whole of her womb. Rich could hear Jen’s fevered encouragement. The man was saying something Rich could not make out. By this time he figured the sex partner was from her yoga class.

The voyeur husband felt defeat and despair as he watched his wife arch her back and put her hands on the man’s buttocks to pull him deeper into her middle. The shy wife first struggling with the separation now seemed to embrace her newfound freedom. She was putting to rest her fear that men wouldn’t want her.

The visitor straightened his arms and thrust from his core. Rich could see a length of the man’s ample cock as he plunged it in and out of the young mother. She resumed rubbing his nipples. Then she reached out and put her arms around his neck and pulled his mouth to hers.

They kissed deeply and passionately. She caressed his neck, the side of his face and his chest. He straightened his arms again and resumed his thrusting in earnest. It was clear by her body language that the kisses were too few, she lifted her head as if to follow his lips but surrendered back down as he intensified his pounding into her. He lowered his face so that she could hold it in her hands. It was a compromise.

It was apparent she wanted intimacy; he wanted to use her tight hot snatch. The husband giresun escort watched in real-time as the young wife spread her legs to make the iniquitous trade, to hold up her end of this carnal deal with the devil. The man stopped to rest, moving up to his knees. As if on cue she rolled over and went to her hands and knees in front of him. He held her hips and guided her back onto his shaft which she welcomed with a lustful moan.

They began a rhythmic thrusting and Jen cried out with every penetration. Her pert breasts shook. She tossed her hair and bowed her back. She planted her palms and pushed her hips back. She was loving the prolonged fucking she was receiving. Her lover’s face was out of frame and his words were difficult to distinguish, but he was clearly enjoying ravaging the pretty young woman accepting his cock so appreciatively.

The man slapped the young mother’s writhing ass leaving a sweaty red hand print. Rich heard his wife respond with in a sultry hiss, “Spank me. I’m a nasty girl.” Rich closed his eyes in resignation and pushed a weak breath through pursed lips.

Rich took stock of himself. He felt deflated. To his mind, the vicarious thrill of wife-watching was a myth: he was not pole hard and stroking himself, or otherwise excitedly engaged by proxy in this furtive coupling. His wife looked beautiful and happy. At this moment, for this husband, the notion of enjoying watching your wife being fucked by another man was foreign and impossible to comprehend.

The copulating pair would not stop their carnal liaison anytime soon, but Rich couldn’t watch any more. He closed the cover on the iPad, and slid it away from him. He got up from his desk and stepped into a world that would forever be different.

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Adjusting to life at the Vocational College for Girls was difficult for Lisa, as it was for most of the new girls. There are numerous stories detailing the many facets of VCG life that the girls have trouble accepting. The VCG girls are well aware that the institution is an alternative to prison. The girls also understand that they have to perform community service as part of their punishment. However, the girls have trouble coping with the fact that the small town profits from the presence of the VCG girls because they’re forced to wear skimpy little outfits in public while they work. This inspires men from miles around to visit the small town and the money these men spend accounts for most of the town’s revenue. The main attraction for these men is watching the VCG girls perform their community service in various states of undress. In return, the businesses give kickbacks to the teachers and staff of the VCG, which of coarse is not reported to the state.

There are stories of how the girls are treated in their dormitory. They don’t have any privacy because the doors were removed from the shower room and bedrooms. The girls can’t understand why the guards have to be men and why these men only seem to be present when there’s a chance of catching the girls without any clothes on. The men could wait outside of the shower room, but they always have to wander in when the girls are naked. This also includes the janitor. He constantly cleans the shower room while the girls are bathing or changing their clothes. The girls feel as if they’re always being watched.

There are also stories describing how the girls are treated while attending their academic classes. Both the male and female teachers are sadistic. They love to punish the girls for poor academic performance by making them disrobe in front of everyone, including visitors. The teachers have a tendency to pick on a particular student and ask her questions that she couldn’t possibly know. Sometimes the punishment can go as far as a bare ass spanking. The female teachers are the worst offenders. They invite their boyfriends, high-ranking officials or even high school boys to visit their class. Then the female teachers will try to impress their guests by finding creative ways to make the girls take their clothes off, solely for the visitors’ entertainment.

Then there are the stories of the VCG girls being forced to participate in local sporting events. These events are another example of the shameful treatment the girls are subjected to. The school officials must think they have to justify the high price of admission by disgracing the girls in front of everybody. There is something about a gymnasium full of spectators that inspires the administrators to dress the girls in flimsy little uniforms. However, what really fills the stands isn’t the uniforms. It’s the anticipation of the girls loosing pieces of their uniform during the contest. Often the girls are lucky to have any of their uniform left when the game is over. Penalties take on a whole new meaning in these games.

The school officials even dictate how the girls spend their leisure time. There are many stories about the VCG girls being taken to restaurants, dance clubs or shopping centers and before the day ends, the girls loose some or all of their clothing. This usually happens at the most inopportune time for the girls. Often the VCG girls are taken to surrounding cities to generate interest in the town’s biggest attraction…the girls and their lack of clothing. If the girls go on a road trip, they can forget about having any shred of dignity left when they return to the school.

Those may sound like captivating stories, but the work details that the girls are assigned to usually provide the most tales of humiliation. Lisa was given her first assignment when she was sent out with another new VCG girl to work on the road crew. This story is a small example of how the girls are treated when they perform their community service.

Lisa and Debbie, who is also eighteen, were dressed in their normal school uniforms. These uniforms consist kahramanmaraş escort of lacey white bras, matching see-through panties, thin white blouses and plaid pleated skirts. The blouses are sleeveless with a plunging neckline that reveals a good deal of cleavage. The VCG emblem is affixed to the upper right corner of the blouses. The skirts have a zipper up the back, but no buttons or fasteners to hold the skirts on. These skirts are so short that they barely cover the girls’ butts. If the girls bend over even the slightest bit, their underwear shows. Little white socks and tennis shoes complete the ensemble.

The day’s chore for the road crew was to pick up trash along the sides of the city streets and highways. The girls were delegated to a highway department employee named Mr. Bricks. He was a fat, balding man in his forties. Mr. Bricks instructed the girls to climb into the rear bed of his pickup truck as he stooped down and pretended to check the condition of his tires. In his squatted position, Mr. Bricks was able to look right up the girls’ short skirts at their panty covered bottoms as they threw their legs over the side of the truck.

Mr. Bricks then took the girls to their first stop, a busy stretch of highway at the edge of the town. Most of the businessmen and tourists used this highway to enter the small town and the people of the community like to show off the VCG girls as soon as possible. When the girls jumped down off the truck, their skirts flew up and Mr. Bricks was again treated to a view of the girls’ little white underpants. He even caught a glimpse of their pussy hair peeking out of the see-through panties. Mr. Bricks handed the girls trash bags and told them to get to work.

Mr. Bricks sat on the back of his pickup truck and watched the girls work. He thought Lisa looked cute with her five-foot two-inch petite body, medium sized breasts, brunette hair and angelic face. However, Mr. Bricks was most impressed by Debbie, a five-foot six-inch, raven-haired goddess with big, full breasts and model good looks. Debbie probably could stand to loose a pound or two, but Mr. Bricks preferred girls with nice round butts. Now he just had to find a way get the girls to loose their clothes so that he could see more of their gorgeous bodies. Mr. Bricks knew that it wouldn’t be a problem because he was in charge and had total control of the girls.

The girls had to hold onto the trash bag with one hand and pick up trash with the other. This didn’t leave a free hand to hold down their super short skirts. Every time they bent over, Mr. Bricks and passing motorists could see the girls’ frilly underwear peeking out from under their skirts. It was even worse when a car went by. The breeze from the car would blow their skirts up and their panties would be out in the open for everyone to see. Lisa and Debbie were feeling a little uneasy when they saw the faces of the men in the passing cars gawking at their panty predicament. The girls were getting their first real taste of the VCG way of life.

When the bags were full, the girls brought them to the truck and threw them in back. They began complaining about how hot it was and Mr. Bricks suggested that the girls should unbutton their blouses to cool off. The girls refused, so Mr. Bricks demanded that the girls unbutton their blouses. Mr. Bricks explained that what he says goes. When the girls still refused to unbutton their blouses, Mr. Bricks decided to take matters into his own hands. He declared that since the girls wouldn’t unbutton their tops at his request, he would do it for them.

Mr. Bricks pulled out a small pocketknife and began slicing off the buttons from Debbie’s shirt. Her big bra covered breasts were now showing as cars slowed down to have a look. Then it was Lisa’s turn. One by one Mr. Bricks cut the buttons off of her blouse, too. Soon Lisa’s blouse was hanging open and Mr. Bricks had a close-up look at both of the girls’ bras. Their bras were made of a thin lacy material that did little to hide their nice round nipples. While kastamonu escort Lisa’s breasts were not as impressive as Debbie’s, they were still full and firm. Soon the girls took another trash bag and returned to work.

Now when a car passed, not only would the girls’ skirts fly up and expose their panties, their blouses would also blow apart and expose their bras. Lisa and Debbie decided to rectify the situation by tying the front of their blouses in a knot. This concealed their bra-covered boobs, but infuriated Mr. Bricks. He told the girls that if they wanted to tie their blouses in a knot, they would have to remove their bras. Lisa and Debbie thought about it for a moment and then decided to opt for the braless look. However, that was before they found out how Mr. Bricks would make them take their bras off.

First, both girls had to take off their blouses and hand them to Mr. Bricks. Passing traffic began to slow down to see the girls displaying their see-through bras. Next, each girl was ordered to step forward and take her bra off, then place the bra in the trash bag. Now the girls were bare-chested in front of Mr. Bricks and the gawking motorists. Lisa and Debbie tried to hide their breasts with their hands, but Mr. Bricks refused to give them their blouses back until they agreed to stand there with their hands at their sides.

Mr. Bricks studied every inch of the girls’ firm young titties as Lisa and Debbie stood there with their hands at their sides. Their breasts were now completely exposed. Finally, after traffic had almost screeched to a halt, he gave Lisa and Debbie their blouses back and they quickly put them on. When the girls finished tying the knot in front, Mr. Bricks was impressed by how much cleavage was showing. He also liked the way the girls’ hard nipples poked out against the thin white cotton material.

After filling a few more trash bags, the girls were loaded up and taken to their next stop. It was right in front of an all-boys high school. Lisa and Debbie were embarrassed because there were boys looking out of every window. The boys could see the girls’ underwear ever time they bent over. Lisa and Debbie told Mr. Bricks that the boys should not be allowed to see their panties. Surprisingly, Mr. Bricks agreed with the girls. Lisa and Debbie were relieved until Mr. Bricks told them that if they didn’t want the boys to see their underwear, they should take their panties off and put them in the trash bag. At first they refused, but when Mr. Bricks threatened to take away all of their clothes, the girls gave in. Lisa and Debbie slowly slid the lacy white panties down their legs and placed them in the trash bag as the boys watched from the windows. Now the girls were really mortified. When they bent over, the boys could see their bare butts! It was even worse when the wind blew. If their skirts were blown up in front, the boys could see their pussy hair!

When Mr. Bricks decided the boys had seen enough, he took the girls to their next stop. It was in front of an outdoor café. There were men only a few feet away dining at the tables located right on the sidewalk where Lisa and Debbie were forced to work. Debbie became very self-conscious of her short skirt. After loosing her underpants, she knew that the men would be able to see her bare butt if she bent over. Debbie tried to pull the hem of her short skirt down as far as possible, but when she did, the zipper in the back of the skirt broke and would no longer stay up. It kept working its way down and since it was the only thing holding her skirt up, her skirt began to slide down exposing the top of her butt crack.

Debbie tried to fumble with the zipper in an attempt to hide her nudity when someone at one of the tables asked her not to pull her zipper up. He said that he liked the view of her young firm butt, so Lisa stepped in with a few words in Debbie’s defense. When Mr. Bricks heard what Lisa said, he apologized to the man and punished the girls by not allowing Debbie to touch her zipper any longer. As an added punishment, kayseri escort he forced Lisa to always unzip her skirt as low as Debbie’s.

When they went back to work, Debbie did her best to hold her skirt up, but the zipper kept working its way down further and further. As more of her butt crack was exposed for the gentlemen at the café, they would call Mr. Bricks and remind him that Lisa’s zipper needed to be pulled down to match. Lisa reluctantly complied with their request and soon her butt crack began to show, too. The crowd loved watching the spectacle as more and more of the girls’ bare behinds came into view.

The anticipation was building as each girl’s skirt slid further and further down her legs. Finally their skirts reached the point of no return. Lisa and Debbie shrieked in horror as their skirts fell to the ground. They were now bottomless in front of all those men. As the men stared at the girls’ young firm asses and neatly trimmed pussies, Mr. Bricks decided to add to their degradation. He forced the girls to place their skirts in the trash bag. Now the only piece of clothing left was their blouses.

Finally the girls were taken to their last stop, right in front of an office building. The workers quickly gathered in front of the windows when the girls arrived. Lisa and Debbie refused to get out of the truck. The girls complained that they couldn’t go out in front of all those people with only their blouses on. They should have learned by now that it was the wrong thing to say because Mr. Bricks took away their blouses, too. Now the girls were completely naked!

Dozens of people watched as Lisa and Debbie climbed out of the truck and proceeded down the street collecting trash. Lisa and Debbie’s faces were red with embarrassment because the people could see their firm young breasts and puffy pink nipples as they walked around right in front of everybody. Lisa’s neatly trimmed brunette bush and Debbie’s reddish-brown pussy hair were out in the open for everyone to see. The girls’ tight little butts were up in the air every time they bent over to pick up a piece of trash.

As if the girls were not humiliated enough, Mr. Bricks informed them that they had to go into the office building and empty the trash cans in the nude. Lisa and Debbie panicked and pleaded with him not to make them go into the building without their clothes on. Mr. Bricks just chuckled and said that he was only kidding. Then he added that cleaning the office would probably be their next job. The girls’ hearts sank because they had a feeling he wasn’t joking this time.

The girls started to think about what it would be like to bend over and empty trashcans with their naked butts pointed right at the men as they sat at their desks. Next Lisa and Debbie imagined leaning over bare-chested to clean the desktops with the men’s faces only inches away from the girls’ exposed breasts and puffy pink nipples. Finally they thought about vacuuming in the nude as the office workers sat in their desk chairs observing Lisa’s neatly trimmed brunette bush and Debbie’s reddish-brown pussy hair. Lisa even had the horrible thought of squatting down to plug the vacuum cleaner into the wall. Her legs would be spread apart and her sweet young pussy lips would be exposed to everyone. It was very unnerving, but before the nightmare went any further, Mr. Bricks ordered the girls to get into the truck.

As Lisa and Debbie rode home in the back of the pickup without a stitch of clothing on, Mr. Bricks paraded the nude young girls right through the center of town. Everyone was pointing and looking at the girls as Lisa and Debbie attempted to burrow under the trash bags. Finally they arrived at the VCG dormitory and the girls hurried into the dormitory completely naked.

Debbie whined to Lisa, “That was so humiliating!”

Lisa replied, “I know, it was terrible. All those people were looking at our naked bodies and we were helpless to do anything about it. I’m not sure if I’ll ever get used to this.”

Tracy, a twenty-one year old veteran of the school overheard their conversation and said, “You’ll never get used to it and the humiliation only gets worse!”

That left an uneasy feeling in Lisa and Debbie’s stomachs as they rolled over and tried to go to sleep. It was a restless night because the girls kept imagining all of the terrible things that the VCG administrators could do to them.

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Chapter 02:

“After The Game”

Feedback is welcome.

So….. to re-cap……. Before we were married my wife (Dee) and I rented a nice 4 bedroom house outside of Brighton that we initially shared with 5 other people from University. Eventually it was just us so to help pay the rent my wife had an old friend of hers stay and rent out a room. Sanne is European, has a firm voluptuous figure and back then was a trainee doctor who was studying and working a lot.

However, things got interesting when she started to take every opportunity to see me naked (partly because I allowed and got a thrill from it) and eventually wanking. This led to a bet between us during Euro ’96 as England had made the semi final. I’d not got much of a chance to see Sanne naked, just a quick glimpse one night as she bent over in front of me. Sanne was quite dominating and her boyfriend John did as he was told.

Anyway…… The bet was that if England did win she would let me shave her pussy for her as it needed a trim, but if they lost and Germany won then I would have to wank off for her whilst she video taped it and I was to make sure I did whatever she said for the making of ‘her little wank movie’. I agreed and anybody who watched Euro ’96 will know what happened next!

So I am in the pub surrounded by my friends and pretty drunk. The penalty shoot-out had the who pub in silence until it happened……… MISSED! Germany had won. At first I was gutted as I really thought England were going all the way……. Then ‘OH FUCK’ Sanne’s wank video was now most likely a reality. This thrilled me somewhat as I enjoyed showing myself off to her, but at the same time this was going to be on tape for anybody she saw fit to show it to!

I was at pains to know what might happen because of this result but very keen to get into it. My biggest issue was going to be with Dee as I didn’t know what she might do if she found out. I was fairly sure Sanne had never spoken to her about anything that happened as Dee had never said a word about it and I assumed she would have if she did know.

I didn’t get in until gone eleven that night and was more than a little pissed, drowning my sorrows. I walked in to find Sanne and Dee on the sofa watching the late night news, one of the headlines being England’s exit in the penalty shoot-out. Dee looked over at me and cave me consolidation and said things to try and make me feel better. Sanne however had a huge grin on her smug face, “Told you!” was all she said as I stumbled out into the kitchen to get a coffee and think about what I was going to about our bet.

Sanne came into the kitchen asking if I’d do her a coffee too. I called through to offer one to Dee but she said she was just off kırşehir escort to bed as she had to be up early to take her friend to the airport. Once made I sat on the sofa to watch something that wasn’t news or football and ended on a sci-fi movie. As I sat there Sanne came in with a black canvas bag and said, “I’d better make sure the batteries for this are all charged.” She held up the bag allowing me to see the Panasonic logo and making sure I knew it was her camcorder bag.

I decided to front her and told her I didn’t think I could go through with it and had assumed it was all a joke. She finished setting up her charger then stormed over to me with a look of thunder on her face. “You fucking little worm…… you will do it or I will fuck you up!”

From Sanne this was really odd behaviour and I could tell she knew I was taken aback. She then stood, smiled and walked away saying that I would do it or Dee might be told of everything that had already happened. A part of me (guess which part) really wanted to the show for Sanne but the sensible part was telling me that showing is one thing but leaving a permanent record of it on tape was different.

I was in a bad state due to the lost bet and the lost game so went to bed still a little too drunk to sleep properly. I tossed and turned all night with so much crap in my mind but as I thought about the video I got very hard and had to have a sly wank as I lay next to Dee. It was a very slow one and my orgasm was immense, so much so I shot onto the wall above the headboard then my chest. I cleaned up and slept like a log.

It was a full week before I had a chance to speak to Sanne again as we were both so busy with work and other things. It was Sunday and I was on my own because Sanne was on the night shift and Dee had gone see her mother in London. I’d just finished lunch when Sanne walked into the kitchen looking more than a bit tired wearing a white robe. We chatted for a bit and I made her toast as she told me about her night shift.

As she told me about it the story got to a chap who she had caught wanking on the ward. She told me how he’d broken both his legs in a car crash and was stuck in bed and as such couldn’t get to the toilets to do it like most guys on the ward. She went on to tell me how she stood in the shadows (the ward is fairly dark at night) and watched for a minute or so then went towards him. She explained how he stopped as she neared but a distinctive tent was visible in the sheets. She said that she didn’t want to embarrass him but she would pull the curtains for him if he wanted. She said she was expecting him to be all coy but instead thanked her and before she’d finished closing him in he’d pushed malatya escort the covers down to expose what she referred to as a monster cock, reddened, swollen and throbbing. She said the cheeky fucked asked if she wanted to stay but she thought it best not to ruin her career for it and left, all be it slowly. She laughed as she told me how she asked a nurse to check up on him and give a bed bath ten minutes later and how she’ll be interested to hear about it tonight.

I suppose the story had an effect on me and I too was tenting, my cotton boxers misshapen by my hard-on. Of course Sanne was quick to notice (not that was hiding it).

“Pants off Tony…. Show me that hard little dick!”

As you’d expect I was unable to resist her demands and was naked in seconds, my hard dick pointing right at her. She actually thanked me and ushered me into the lounge where I sat in the armchair. Sanne came over and took my legs hanging them over the arms of the chair leaving me spread-eagled and exposed, my heavy balls hanging over the base of the chair.

“Don’t FUCKING move!”

Sanne then ran across the room and grabbed her video camera. I knew that if I wanted to bug-out this was my chance but I decided that I was just going to enjoy it.

Sanne fiddled for a minute with the camera then pointed it at me and started speaking what I guessed to be some kind of introduction but she was speaking in Dutch and I had little or no clue as to what she was saying. She came closer and signalled for me to start wanking with the usual hand signal. I slowly brought my hand to my cock and it was swollen beyond anything I can remember as I slowly began to stroke. I knew this was going to be difficult to maintain as I was so horny and really up for this. Sanne continued with her commentary as she circled around my chair to show my cock from every possible angle, finishing with a close up of my balls slapping against the edge of the sofa. I watched her intently as she moved away and just stood their filming hardly moving, her eyes looking at me stroke but looking at the screen every now and then to ensure she was not missing anything.

I slowly wanked myself off, trying to make it last as Sanne stopped her commentary, not more than five words of which I understood. She began lowering her stance to a squat to get a lower angle on the filming. As I looked her way I noticed that this squatting position gave me a clear and unobstructed view of her pussy, the robe parting either side of her thighs. This was just what I wanted to see, the wisps of dark blonde hair glistening in the light as she squatted there.

After another minute or so had passed she looked me in the eye and saw were I was niğde escort looking. I wasn’t expecting it but she shouted at me calling me a fucking pervert and slamming her legs tight together to obscure my view. She spoke in Dutch again, briefly pointing the camera at her face then to my face. She got up and came closer to me and slapped me across the face! I was taken by surprise and stopped jerking to touch my face. Sanne stepped back and shouted at me in Dutch followed by what I assumed to be the English translation.

“Don’t you fucking stop stroking that little dick!”

I grabbed a hold of myself again and continued my stroking but I’d lost track of time now and wasn’t really sure how long we’d been doing this. I knew I was close and said as much to Sanne. She came in closer with the camera, leaning in to get a close up of my cock head as I slowed my strokes to boost the impending orgasm.

As Sanne got closer she leaned further forward which again allowed me a view of her flesh. The robe gaped a little allowing me to see her breasts as they hung free in front of me and her movements were giving me brief glimpses of her nipples that were puffed out and swollen looking like small dark pink seashells. I was now past the point of no return and felt the familiar rush of my orgasm, my slow strokes making last until I eventually shot a huge string of cum into the air, landing on my shoulder, belly and the last of it oozing over my hand. I could feel my heart pounding under my skin and I was totally spent!

Sanne continued her commentary then turned the camera on herself as she continued to speak, her speech broken up with little bouts of laughter at what she was saying, all of which was alien to me. I looked over to the clock on the DVD player and realised I’d lasted over 25 minutes so felt quite impressed with myself but was brought back to the video as Sanne put the camera back on me, coming close again to show my cum dripping down my body.

Sanne next put the tips of the fingers from her left hand and scooped some of my cum up and smothered it around my cheeks and lips, then did it again from another pool of my cum further down. Whilst I’m not a fan of the taste of my own cum I instinctively licked my lips and didn’t give a fuck about the taste. I was still very turned on and my hard-on hadn’t gone away yet, it was tender and pulsing away with little drips of cum still oozing out the end, not missed by Sanne and her camera as she wiped my cum off her hand in my hair.

I brought my legs around to stand up and Sanne didn’t stop me so I headed upstairs to the bathroom to clean up. I noticed she followed with the camera still recording and she ran past me just before the stairs and walked up backwards in front of me, filming my still hard dick jumping left and right with my steps. Once on the landing Sanne stopped and spoke again in Dutch before telling me to give a bow, which I sort of did and she stopped the camera.

“Well done Tony…… that was excellent! Now let’s get you cleaned up.”

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The continuing adventures of some of Valerie’s many flashing experiences in public

At this time we had been married about 10 years and hundreds of men had seen Valerie nude or close to it. But she has not let anyone touch her but me. This came to an end one night while we were camping. Val had worn a white one piece to the pool that day; of course she had cut the lining out. The only ones there were 4 teenage boys, and Valerie was having fun talking and flirting with these boys, and they were just staring at her nipples showing through the thin top. I got a chance to talk to the boys along later; they were all about 18 years of age. I asked if they would like to see more of her, of course they said yes!

I told them to be at the pool about 11pm that night, because my wife and I like to swim before we go to bed, which is true. And that she usually didn’t wear much at night, which is also true. I told Valerie what was going on, so we came up with a plan. We went to the store and bought her some very thin, white, string bikini panties. That night we got to the pool, the boys were already there. Val was wearing her panties under long jean pants and a very short cut-off mans undershirt, as a top. I climbed in the pool and told Val that the water was perfect, and to please go get the towels.

Val came back and put the towels on a chair. She acted like she didn’t want to come in. I asked her why, and said because she didn’t have her swimsuit on. I asked her was she wearing underwear, she said yes. I said take your pants off and come on in that I didn’t think the boys would mine. They all said no, not at all, come on in. So Val stood up and walked to the edge of the pool and slowly unzipped her jeans and then slowly slid them down her legs. Val stepped out of the jeans, leaving them at the edge of the pool. She stepped into the water and when the water was about waist deep. I told her to stop. Val looked at me, and I said to her.

“Don’t leave your jeans there, they will get wet, go put them on the chair with the towels.” Val turned around and climbed out of the pool. The wet underwear did what we had hoped for. You could clearly see the crack of Val’s ass. She picked up the jeans and put them in the chair. When she turned around, you could almost hear the boy’s jaws hit the water. The front was so sheer you could she Val’s slit. When she joined me in the pool, I told her the panties worked out better than we had planned. Then I told her, so that the boys could hear. Time to get those tits wet, so we can see them better. As she slowly lowered herself in the water, she also lowered her underwear. As she lifted herself out of the water, she slipped me her panties, which I put in my shorts pocket.

The boys were staring at Val’s wet top; none of them had any idea that that was all she wore. I ask Val to dip down and come quickly. She did, and with anticipated results, her tits were completely bare. The boys were getting an eyeful. I asked her do dip a couple more times, she did. The boys loved it. Then Valerie walked over to the boys and said, “This top isn’t covering much. Do you mind if I take it off?” Of course the boys said “no.” She took it off and tossed it towards our chair. She shook her tits at the boys then swam off towards me. She gave me a big hug and kiss, saying, “This is fun.” I asked her, “How would you like to let the boys fill up your tits?” She looked at me, then the boys, and said, “OK.” So I went over to the boys and asked then if they would like to feel her tits. Big smiles came across their faces and Val started over. Valerie lined the boys against one of the walls and let one boy at a time, fill her up.

When she finished with the last boy, I pulled her away. Why don’t you let them do it again, only this time, why don’t you reach down and fill them up. She smiled and said, “Great idea.” Val went over asking the boys if they wanted to do it again. While the first boy was filling her up, I saw his eyes bulge open, I figured she struck home. I couldn’t resist an urge, so I pulled out my hard dick, and slid it up between the cheeks of her naked ass. After she had felt up and been felt up by the last boy. I told her to go away a couple of minutes; I wanted to talk to the boys. I asked the boys if they were enjoying themselves and if they were done or wanted to continue. Then one of they boys said that she had grabbed him, the other chimed in saying that she had grabbed them too. I said that’s all right, and that she had asked me if she could. I said, ” Why don’t ya’ll surprise her, have your pants down and let her grab you bare dicks this time.” We called Valerie back over and that the boys wanted her to go down the line again. I gave her a kiss and shoved a finger up her pussy.

Telling her to have fun. She did something different this time; she started at the second boy in line then went to the first. I looked down and could tell that she had a dick in both hands. She then went to the third, then forth boy. While she was in front of the forth boy. I pulled out Val’s panties and held them up for all the boys could see. I told the boys to form a hatay escort circle around Valerie and to fill her up all at the same time. Boy, I wish I had a camera to take a picture of the look of sheer pleasure on Val’s face. After a couple of minutes of the four boys filling her up, I told them to stop for now. I pulled Valerie away to talk to her. She called me a rat, but she loved me for it, and that she was horny. She said the boys were putting their fingers in her pussy and up her ass.

I asked if she would like to try something she had never done before? She said “What?” Knowing how much Valerie loves to suck my cock. I asked her if she would like to suck off those four boys, and that as young and horny as they were, that it would probably take 5 minutes total. She thought about it for a few seconds and said “Ok, but only if you fuck me in front of them when I’m done cause I’m going to be very horny. I smiled and said “Sure, No problem.” I told the boys to sit on the edge of the pool, with their pants down, if they wanted a blowjob.

All the boys were on the edge in a flash. Valerie came over and started to suck like there was no tomorrow. The first lasted about 30 seconds, the second about the same, the third might have lasted 15 seconds The last boy had the biggest dick of the four and Val had to work a little harder on him, he must have lasted about 2 minutes. As Valerie was sucking the last bit of cum, I laid a towel on the pool deck, laid on my back, knees at the edge and feet in the pool, with my dick straight in the air. Valerie climbed out of the pool, turn to face the boys, who were only about 3 to 5 feet away, and slowly lowered herself until I was deep inside her.

As soon as she bottomed out she had an orgasm. She started to ride me, leaning back to give the boys a clear view of my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Since the moon was bright, the boys had very little problem watching. Valerie was looking right into the boys’ eyes at the same time. I lasted about 5 minutes before I came, with Val cumming the same time. I got up, put on my shorts, picked up all clothes and towels. Valerie walked to the edge of the pool and stood right above the boys with her legs spread wide, so the boys could see my cum dripping out her pussy. And said to them, “I hope you young men enjoyed yourselves tonight, cause I know I did! Thanks, bye!” With that she turn and walked to the car naked, never to see those boys again.

The next morning before we packed up and went home. We decided to go to “McDonalds” for breakfast. Valerie put on her white bikini top and her “junk” shorts. Her junk shorts were the old pair of cut off short-short jeans that she had worn before we got married. They were cut off so short that the bottoms of her ass cheeks were visible. The crotch had only the seam holding it together and the frayed edges hiding a little more. Both sides were ripped up to the waistband and frayed. The seats of the shorts were worn very thin, and a couple of holes had developed over the cheeks showing bare skin. A couple of old ladies gave Val a look of discuss while we placed our orders, but none of the men seemed to mind.

When we went to sit down, Valerie noticed a man in his early 20’s sitting by his self. She found a booth so she could sit directly across from him. The man kept looking under our table. You could tell he could not believe what he was seeing. But I knew what he was looking at. I knew the small seam of the cutoffs was wedged deep in her slit, with the pussy lips wrapping around the outside of the seam. All in plain view. When we left, Val looked right at him and winked.

There was also a game Val and I use to play just before our first kid was born. We use to go up the road a few miles out of town and park the car along side the road at night, usually backed in an old unused driveway. When we would see a big truck coming toward us, Valerie would get out of the car naked and lean against the driver side front fender facing the truck. I wish I could have seen the drivers’ faces when a naked lady leaning against a car appeared in their headlights. I know I could hear them come out of the gas and hit the brakes almost every time. Val would get back in the car and we would go down the road to another spot.

We did this about a dozen times in all. We bought us a portable C.B. radio after our second time so we could hear the truckers talking about her. It was always funny to hear one trucker telling another about the naked lady along side of the road. A few of the truckers came down that road regularly and couple got to see her a couple of times. Val’s show was getting to be the talk of the airwaves along that road. Val started out just standing there with legs spread, then she started to smile and wave also. About the fourth or fifth time out there she would be waving with one hand and playing with her pussy with the other. Then Val became pregnant and winter set in, and that bit of fun ended.

In the early 80’s, Valerie had a floor length black nylon silk disco skirt. It was slit all the way to the waistband; the elastic ığdır escort waistband was only 1/2 inch wide. Val wore this skirt just about everywhere, usually with a bodysuit but sometimes with just a halter-top; the slit was usually on the side. But when we went dancing she would put it in front of one leg causing it to split open easily. If you happened to be at the right angle, you might be lucky enough to see a flash of bush. Val also liked wearing it and her tie gauze top when we went to see some sex flick at the porn movie theater. As soon as Valerie walked in the door she would put the slit directly in front. As she walked down to the front of the theater, the people would turn to see Val’s bush flashing into view as she walked. Val liked sitting up towards the front because there was more light, making it easier for others to see her.

As Valerie sat down, the skirt would fall away to the sides, leaving her bush in plain view of anyone. After a few men moved closer to get a better view. I would reach over, untie the top, and start playing with her tits. I would eventually put my hand between Valerie’s legs and finger her. Valerie enjoyed it when I put my fingers in her pussy while people watched. Valerie would usually bend over and suck me off; a couple times she got up and sat on my lap. Fucking herself as strangers watched. When Val and I left she always made sure the slit was pulled apart so her whole area below the waist was totally open for view. She always let the skirt go before we exited the theater and usually twisted the slit to the side a little. A couple of times she left the slit in front as we walked down the sidewalk to the car.

Valerie and I moved to a small town on the gulf coast of Florida and both got new jobs, so flashing decreased a lot for a couple of years. Valerie is a schoolteacher, so she has to watch her behavior in town, and also because we had problems getting time off together. One Thanksgiving, she got her chance. We had to drive about 5 hours to my family’s house. Valerie decided to wear a short button down dress. We had no more than pulled out our driveway, when she started unbuttoning the dress. When it was unbuttoned and spread wide open. She said, “I’ve really missed doing this.” The only time Valerie buttoned the dress was when we stopped at a rest area on I-10, and then it was only two or three buttons.

When we got to Daytona, we got to our motel and decided to go dancing that night. Valerie pulled out a little halter dress, which she made, and that I knew nothing about. It was red with a 10 to 12 inch skirt. The waist of the skirt rode low, about 3 or 4 inches below her belly button. The halter went around her neck straight down to her skirt. The two pieces did not meet; they were about 2 inches apart at the skirt. Her belly button was in plain view, right between the red material of her halter. The bottom part of the halter was about 6 inches wide. All you could see from the back was the small skirt and the material around her neck. All I could say was “Wow.” I’m glad it was a warm night that night, because that dress and a pair of 4 inch heeled white sandals was all she wore.

Since it was the middle of the week, there were only about six couples there. I think Valerie was disappointed, because there weren’t many people there to show off to. After we had been there about half an hour, a very familiar face came through the front door. It was one of my best friends in high school. I got Bill’s attention and waved him over. I introduced him to Val and asked him to join us. We started to ask the usual questions, about jobs, families, and so on. But I noticed Bill’s eyes kept taking a look at Val’s top.

Finally I asked, “Do you like Valerie dress? She just made it and this is the first time she’s wore it out.” He said he loved it, but that his wife would never wear anything like that. I told Val to stand up and model the rest of the dress. I thought Bill was going to have a heart attack. Valerie and Bill hit it off real good and I asked Bill if he would like a turn dancing with Val. He jumped at the chance. They danced one moderate song and one slow dance. When they returned to the table I noticed a bulge in Bill’s pants. I wondered if he knew that Valerie had no underwear on. I knew that it was time to have some fun. The next slow song that came up, I asked Val to dance.

While we were dancing, I told her that when her back was to Bill I was going to raise the back of her skirt so Bill could see her bare ass. She just smiled and gave me a kiss. When I saw that Bill was watching us, I pulled up the skirt. His reaction was priceless; both feet hit the floor, he sat straight up in the chair, and his mouth fell open. When we go back to the table, I looked at him and said, “She has a nice ass, doesn’t she?” He just nodded his head. I told him that Valerie loves to show off and that we’ve been doing things like this for years. Then Val called out Bill’s name, when he turned to look. Valerie pulled her top apart and showed Bill her tits.

We found out that Bill was staying at the same motel we were, so we decided ısparta escort to go back to our room. Since the motel only a block away, we just walked back there. Valerie was in a teasing mood. She would grab our asses and crotches, then jump away. We would catch her then grab her tits, ass, or pussy, while she laugh and squealed. She also would walk ahead of us and flashed us. We all went to our room first. Valerie no more got in the door, when she kicked off her shoes and dropped her dress on the floor. Saying, “There, that’s a lot more comfortable.”

I looked at Bill and said, “Come on in and close the door, we don’t want uninvited guest.” Now, Valerie was a virgin when we got married and has never fucked another man but me. I have told Valerie that I had dreamed of watching her with another man, and had we even talked about bringing in another man for a threesome, Val was interested in the idea but said she didn’t know anyone she was interested in. But by looking at the glazed look in her eyes, I knew she was ready and willing to give it a go.

As Bill closed the door Val came over to me and whispered that she wanted to fuck us both, and I said, “I know you do. Do Bill first so I can watch.” Valerie walked over to Bill grabbed his crotch and gave him a big kiss. Then she started to undress him, he looked over at me and I said, “Go on and do whatever she wants you to do, and enjoy yourself. I’ve always wanted to see her with another man.” After Val had gotten him completely naked, she got on her knees and started to suck on his dick. I had never seen my wife like this, and she looked so beautiful and sexier than ever. I just had to take my clothes off and get involved.

Val stopped sucking Bill’s dick and told me to sit on the bed and watch, and not to jerk off. I was next and she didn’t want me to waste my juice. Valerie got off the floor, and got on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed and told Bill to “bring that cock over here and shove it up my pussy.” Bill was over there and in that hole in one second. He banged away a couple of minutes and let out a roar as he came. Before he had pulled out, Val told me to get my cock over there and to fuck the hell out of her. I have never had sloppy seconds before, so I was surprised how warm and slippery her pussy was. I banged away about 5 minutes before we both came and collapsed on the bed. Val told Bill to sit on the bed next to me, and then she proceeded to suck and lick both our dicks hard again.

Valerie then told us she wanted to fuck both of us at the same time. She put both of us on our knees facing each other, and then she got on her hands and knees between us. She took one cock in her cunt and one in her mouth. She fucked and sucked like that awhile, then turned and swapped ends. Bill shot his load in Val’s mouth first. Val loves swallowing cum, so see told me to stop while she sucked Bill dry. She then turn to me and sucked me till I was dry. Valerie went into freak mode that night and wanted us to fuck her every way possible. We even took turns fucking her in the ass. After we had all exhausted ourselves, Bill got dressed, gave Val a kiss and went to his room. He had an early meeting in the morning, and had to get so rest. We have gotten together with Bill a couple more times since then, but that is the only other man Val has let screw her. Valerie is more into flashing than swapping!

About this time, Valerie also had a cute outfit she wore a lot. It was a white deep plunge halter bodysuit with a thong back. She usually wore this with a very short jean skirt. I bet the skirt wasn’t more than 14-inches. The skirt just covers her ass, just the smallest bending at the waist and the bottom of her ass cheek come into view. The white bodysuit wasn’t that thick and you could make out the dark nipples thought the material. We had gone out to a movie one night and when we returned to the motel, Valerie decided she wanted to get in the hot tub. She didn’t pack a swimsuit so she said she would wear the bodysuit.

Val removed the skirt and wrapped a towel around her waist. I hadn’t brought a suit either, so Val suggested that I wear my black bikini underwear. I’ve worn these underwear on the beach before, you cannot tell the difference unless your 5 feet away. There was nobody in the hot tub when we arrived. Val got in first while I turned on the timer. When I got in, Val stood up and she looked almost naked in the wet thin white bodysuit. Well you know that this doesn’t bother her, I was more surprised when she decided to leave it on.

About 15 minutes later, a young couple showed up and asked if they could join us. They were both in their early 20’s and were on their honeymoon. The girl was wearing a string bikini and the boy had on a pair of Speedo’s. They couldn’t see Val’s outfit because of the bubbles. Valerie had been sitting on my lap facing me and we were kissing and filling each other up when the couple arrived. Val had removed my underwear, they were behind my head on the edge of the tub, and Val was stroking my hard-on it as the two got in the tub. After the two settled down, Val stood up and told the kids that we didn’t bring our swimwear and that she decided to wear the only bodysuit she brought and that she hoped they didn’t mind it being see-through. They said not to worry that they understood and didn’t care in the least.

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“I hope Daddy didn’t see me leave Piper’s house. I kind of need to walk and clear my head.” Dakota McKellen had a load of topics on her mind over so many things. Her Daddy crush seemed to be going good in the sense of her father teaching her all things a girl should experience with boys. As if she didn’t have a good idea already but she loved playing naïve, her dad going right along with her begging fits of allure. Add in Angus Furlong, the studly Quarterback for Horton-Dexter High School who was dreamy but definitely a player. His girlfriend even though they had supposedly broken up even confirmed it, yet also told her she wasn’t standing in her way and that Angus really did have feelings for her. Of course, feelings did not mean stop being a male whore. Truth be heard he had just nailed Piper Cherry in some fashion during orchestrated detentions more than once. Before the end of the evening, he would even fuck Dakota’s mother Josie. She would not be privy to that info for a good long while.

“Angus is so much fun. His showing me off to boys can be scary but it’s sooo hot knowing I’m getting away with it. Guys want me like crazy and that boosts his ego. Glad to help Angus! Not like it doesn’t jumpstart mine either. The more the merrier, I say.” She giggled reaching the corner of her street then making a left, the very same route her sister Sable had taken in going to Travis Herbert’s home. Trembling at a light breeze, the clouds above consuming the earlier sunshine, she still enjoyed the perfect temperature to not be cold nor hot. Wearing only her burgundy micro bikini in the very same cut and style as Sable’s there was just not much hiding out. Like Sable said at about this very same point on the sidewalk, “I feel like I’m streaking.” Twins had that double edged sword of thought.

Unlike Sable though Dakota wasn’t shy about her body. Let the world see her fine ass, she often thought. She was certainly more like her mother than Sable, yet her sister was catching up fast by playing Dakota. She loved being a role model. “I lose my virginity in three days. I’m so ready. All the lessons daddy has taught me has my body crying for touch. I really should have talked Mace into making out after the cheerleaders left, but he doesn’t seem to be in any hurry concerning us, due to Angus. I don’t really get that because during movie night when we played Truth or Dare, I did everything but have his dick inside me… in my mouth that’s all. So did Sable when we switched identities in the bathroom. God, I never want to play Sable around Travis ever again it was all I could do not to hurl when he touched me. Thank God I got Sable to switch back before I had to blow Travis like Mace. “Ewww!” Now she felt a chill and rubbed her biceps as she shuffled along.

Thoughts going no further at the moment she noticed the very same neighbors outside in their yards as Sable had. All eyes on her she smiled and waved to be friendly. “Old guys love us young girls.” She giggled and skipped along on purpose just to get her chest dancing about. Even with a meager 34B they were perky and lively enough to start a nice optical fantasy. She absolutely loved teasing guys, no matter how old they were. Spotting a dime on the sidewalk she rushed to pick it up inadvertently bending over to pinch the coin but act as if struggling to get beneath it. Her tight little ass with no clothe to blind it gave the neighbors a sweet highlight to cap off their night, most ready to go inside. Their homes, not Dakota! “My bottoms are creeping up my hoohaw!” True enough one side of her labia although thin and firm did indeed escape. “I’m not even going to fix it.” The dime as a tip she gave them ten seconds in paradise. “I wonder if they could see my pucker bank?”

Standing up she showed them the dime and yelled out, “It’s my lucky day.” Theirs too! The thumbs up they shared sent her on her way. Even traffic was getting more active, people coming home from work or going for groceries and the like. Not one vehicle, and she waved at every single one, shared distaste in her attire, or lack thereof. “This is so much fun. I could almost touch myself. Should I?” Temptation too desirable she stopped in front of a certain house where one Josh “Paul Walker lookalike” Ramsey lived. From his home he spotted her through his picture window and stared with his hands in the pockets of his black cargo shorts. Having showered and had no shirt on in the comfort of his own home.

“Sable’s back.” He grinned down at his dog Barney. “Hmmm? Is she… she is.” He saw Dakota with fingers beneath her narrow patch rubbing her clit. The neighbors prepping to call it quits even noticed, cars going by slowing up but not stopping. “She’s crazy! Crazy hot too.” He decided to be protective and likely ruin her moment. Hooking Barney to his leash he told the wire-haired terrier. “No more of you running off on me Barn. Let’s go potty.” Not what you wanted to say before going to a strip club. Even he gnashed his teeth at his comment.

Opening his door after putting ordu escort on tennis shoes without socks he stepped out and tried to sneak up on her, but Barney ruined his fun. Yelping Dakota froze and removed her fingers but did nothing to fix her side shifted patch. Seeing Josh her eyes bulged. “Who is this Hunk?” Her mom always said Hunk, it rubbed off on her.

“Hey Sable! Still roaming the streets?” He chuckled stopping in the middle of his yard to let Barney pee. She realized that her sister must have had some contact with him earlier and decided to play the identity game.

“Yep! Can’t stay away from you.” If that didn’t get the guy intrigued nothing would.

“Oh yeah?” He laughed, “Can’t stay away from teasing my neighbors over there either it looks like.”

“Let them look! I’m not as shy as I led on earlier.”

“You didn’t seem real shy then. By the way, I want to apologize for accidently hooking my pinky on your bikini top there. Exposing you was wrong of me.”

“I can’t remember which one. Was it this one?” She tugged her top aside to let him see a deadly nipple dagger, “Or was it this one?” Both exposed Josh puckered.

“Guess it doesn’t matter.” He laughed. “You’re a wild one, aren’t you?”

“Would you rather I be shy and run off?”

“Please don’t run off.” He winked. “You ready to go inside?” He asked Barney sitting at his feet looking up at him.

“Sure!” Dakota took the chance.

“I was talking to Barney.” He shook his head grinning. “But I suppose if you want to come in for a few minutes you can. It would give me a chance to know you better. I just moved in here a month ago, so I don’t really know anyone much. I mean I do but not in close… you get the idea.”

“I’ll keep you company for an hour then I’ll need to head home.”

“Curfew?”

“Sort of! I’m eighteen but I do live with my parents.” It was obvious Sable hadn’t alluded to having a twin sister or he would have called her out. “Still in High School too.”

“Graduate this year?”

“Yep! Can’t wait to feel the freedom.”

“Looking pretty free in that bikini.” He smirked and turned to his side. She could see his erection building up behind his inseam more from the side than face forward. Eyes flaring, she teetered up and down on her toes sharing her bobbing breasts that were still uncovered.

“Guess I should cover up, huh?” She giggled.

“Your life Sable.”

“Okay, I’ll leave them out.” She stepped closer and met him eye to eye. Barney jumped up on her and she knelt down to pick him up to cuddle the cute pooch. “Don’t you scratch my nipples Mister.” Her babylike tone shot his dick even higher.

“I can look for scratch marks like I did earlier.”

“Okay!” She bubbled and let Barney lick her face. “I can’t remember your name.” She pouted as they walked.

“Josh… Josh Ramsey. But I sometimes go by Rambo, like the Stallone movies.”

“Who?” Showing her age.

At the door he released Barney’s leash considering she had a good hold over the dog. “After you!” He opened the exterior door and let her in. Big risk not knowing him, but she knew the other neighbors had witnessed her entry. If anything went bad, she had them to defend her, even if it was just talking to any police officer. So far Josh seemed really nice. In letting her lead the way he checked out her perfect heart shaped ass. Once within, she had the brainstorm to bend over right in front of him to set Barney on the floor. In doing this he shot a glance up at her thigh gap to witness that offline bikini bottom sharing labia. He had to exhales a ‘Woof!”

“Is that what Barney says?” She stood up leering over her shoulder at him.

“Sometimes! Can I get you a drink?”

“Wine?”

“You’re not old enough to drink.” He chuckled.

“Fine don’t get me drunk.”

“Bottled water? Pepsi?”

“Water! Give some to Barney he’s panting really hard.”

“So am I.” He grinned and stepped around her then paused to bend over himself to unhook Barney’s leash. As his cargo shorts tightened up Dakota offered her own, “Woof!” Her version was sexy as hell! Laughing he left her to herself in his living room while he stepped to the refrigerator for a water bottle. “Have a seat if you want.”

“Yours?” She giggled.

“You sure do flirt hard.” He returned and handed her the water.

“Flirting makes things hard. My mom says that.” Not to her, but yes, she does at times babble like that. She had simply overheard her tell Piper Cherry something to that effect.

“Oh yeah? Your mom sounds like a wise woman.”

“She’s a schoolteacher. What do you do Josh?”

“Just got out of the military. Nothing special but it got my college paid for. I was a recruiter. Now I’m a fitness trainer and massage therapist.”

“Oooo! Give me a massage.”

“You got money?” He laughed and took a seat on his sofa.

“No! But my birthday is tomorrow.”

“Nineteen?”

“Sure!”

“Hmmm? What year were you born?”

“2003!”

“That osmaniye escort makes you 18.”

“2002!”

“Which is it?”

“Does it matter, I’m an adult.”

“Yes, you are. Bring me a piece of your birthday cake tomorrow and I’ll give you a ten-minute rubdown.”

“I won’t have a cake until Saturday. That’s when we’re celebrating.”

“Ah! Ok, then bring me one on Sunday. I’ll be busy Saturday anyway.”

“Deal! But… I want one now.” She was so needy at the moment and this challenge was soaking her pussy like crazy. Josh was just gorgeous even for a man in his 30’s. Kind of…like her daddy was. Just thinking of her father Dakota pouted at her lust. “Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?” Begging always worked on Daddy. She went so far as to begin kneeling on the floor.

“Hold up! Not the floor I need to vacuum. Barney sheds and besides that he’ll be licking you all over. Have a seat I’ll bring out my massaging table.”

“Aweeeeesome!” She grew bubbly and stood back up to sit on the couch. Hopping up Josh left her to cuddle with Barney who did seem to enjoy pelting her with saliva. “Stop that! I like your master more.” Josh hearing her had to laugh. He knew she was going to be a hand full going forward. Hauling out his portable massage table he set up in his living room right in front of the picture window. With darkness outside he began to close his drapes when she said, “You can leave them open.”

“Rather not! I don’t need nosey neighbors thinking the worst. You look younger that nineteen.” She was younger than nineteen. She was eighteen.

“They saw me walking around almost Nakie… come on Josh! Live a little!” Mom always said that too. So did daddy! After all the rubdowns of late with Henry and being touched or written on by boys in school Dakota was building up a tolerance to being seen naked. Now was no different. As he firmed up his table supports Dakota untied her bikini behind his back and stood naked waiting for him to tell her to hop on. Once he turned to face her for a full-frontal surprise Josh grit his teeth.

“Damn!”

“Can I crawl up on the table now?”

“Uhhh?” Again, he peered at his opened window, nightlights outside shining on the street corners. “Listen… you may not be shy, but I don’t need anyone calling the cops thinking I’m molesting a young girl. I’m closing the curtains.” Good thing! A certain bodybuilder in a big truck just drove by his home on his way to work. Dominic Black did glare their way but didn’t see Dakota, he was merely looking at the residence of the guy Sable had talked to earlier. Why was a good question.

“Fine!” Guiding her out of plain sight he hurried to draw the curtains closed. Once blocked he felt more at ease. Before he could even pat the table, she sat up on it and stretched out face up.

“Let me get you a towel to cover up. Roll over on your belly.”

“I won’t wear it.” Her alluring gaze was giving him fits. Growling he stepped away for his oils and belt to hold the bottle. Returning after a three-minute warm up of oil he huffed his cheeks at her incredible body. She knew he was looking but this time kept her eyes to herself. He could see how wet she was without even touching her, her clam was trickling on his tabletop.

“Ready?”

“Yessss!” She arched her ass up as if saying start here. Nope! He went for the shoulders after applying warmed oil all over her back. Cooing instantly at his strong hands Dakota moaned.

“Can’t feel that good already.”

“It does! You have strong hands. I love strong grips. I have a strong grip to. Just saying!”

“Uh huh!” He smirked. “So, tell me more about Sable?” Dakota grinned knowing he couldn’t tell the difference between them.

“I’m a cheerleader.”

“I can see that.” He nodded with a pucker. “Does your mom teach at the same school you attend?”

“Yeah! She’s an English teacher. My dad designs video games.”

“No shit? I play a lot of video games. What games has he worked on?”

“Frisky!” The only one that came to mind. Frisque, but it was just easier to say.

“I am not!” He laughed, “I’ve only touched your back.”

“Noooo silly! My dad created a game called Frisky.”

“Never heard of that one.” She shared a queer expression behind her back. Then it dawned on him the adult game Frisque but kept the knowledge to himself. If she didn’t know the true name, it was possible, she had no clue what it was about. Good man Josh! “What’s that about?”

“It’s some kind of game about army tanks.” She had hunches that it wasn’t any war game but was not 100% positive. She needed to find out here soon.

“A tank named Frisky. Sounds like a children’s book.” He thought. “A kitten in war with turret’s syndrome?” Gun turret! His chuckle made her peer back at him.

“Are you laughing at my butt?”

“I would never laugh at this cute… your butt.”

“Good! Rub it. Really dig in my bottom is aching.”

“Hey! Who’s the masseuse here you or me?”

“I can massage sinop escort you too. Just… not tonight I don’t have enough time.”

“Gotcha!”

Skipping her bare bottom, he moved to her legs and massaged them instead. Sucking up the courage to tackle that adorable heart shaped butt he needed a minute to cope. Probably the smart thing considering his uncertainty of her age. Why he was even taking this risk was beyond him. All he had to go on was trust. Looking down at Barney sniffing at Sable/Dakota’s bikini he realized something. “Wasn’t your bikini a green color earlier?”

“I went home and changed.” Easy enough!

“Ah! Ok!” Feeling her body tense, he considered that to be a fib, but there really was no other explanation. Finding her feet ticklish he persisted until she kicked her feet laughing. “Not ticklish, are you?”

“Everywhere!” She giggled. “Especially between my legs.”

“I’m not going there, Sable! That’s a little too invasive in my profession.” Not in the least, Josh Ramsey loved getting clients off fingering them, but with this nagging doubt in Sable… whom he thought was Sable that is… he found it safer to keep as far away as possible from that tight little… hard to not look at… stare at… drool over… pussy. Hissing, he ended up oiling her butt at least. She was all kinds of giddy as he squeezed her bare bottom. So close! So very, very close! His thumbs sinking between her butt crack and prying with ease offered him a better insight into teenage beauty. Growing mesmerized even with his conscience bothering him he heard his doorbell and froze.

“Stay put!” He had no friends so who would pop over without calling, no clients scheduled, no fast food ordered. It had to be a nosey neighbor checking on him after seeing him bring Sable inside. Tossing her a blanket from his couch back she simply dropped it to the floor. Pain in the adorable ass!

Turning his porch light on he shot a glance through his peep hole. “What the hell?” He swallowed dryly then shot a glare at Dakota who was teasing Barney with her arm draped over the side of the table. Opening his front door, he faced the music.

“Hi! Remember me?” Sable! Her soft voice barely audible in her nerves. After dealing with Dominic Black, her confidence was soaring, yet in the eye contact she did grow shy again. He was pretty certain the sister on his table hadn’t heard the real Sable’s soft words.

“I do indeed!” There was that teal green bikini. He knew then and there they were identical twins. Holding a finger to his lips to silence her he opened the screen door and motioned her in. Whispering, “I think your sister’s scamming me.” Sable dropped her jaw. How did Dakota know about this guy? Daring to step inside just to catch Dakota, Sable peered across the room to see her sister on the massage table. Pouting Sable joined his silent finger reaction and ducked behind a recliner. He understood the mischief and made in appear as if a solicitor. “NOPE! No Mormon pamphlets for me.” He shut the door and shook his head at the irony of all this. Twins! Who knew?

Returning to Dakota he avoided her buns due to Sable now also in his home. It was bad enough the sister was naked. Sensing that was not going to be a problem after Sable showing off a nipple earlier, they were undoubtedly identical even in their openness.

“Who was it?” Dakota asked.

“Mormons! I should have let you answer the door. That would have been pretty funny.” It would have when sisters met face to face under the circumstances. “Where was I?”

“Rubbing my pussy.”

“I was not!” He chuckled. Crawling from behind the recliner on her hands and knees Sable had to push Barney aside from thinking she wanted to play. Reaching Dakota’s blind side Sable stood up with a sneer at seeing her sister nude. Bitch! Stealing her thunder, she thought. No more stealth Sable raised her hand and slapped her sister’s ass cheek.

“OW! That’s more like it. Do it again Josh.” Sable grinned at Josh then struck her sister even harder. Sad when it was Sable who liked a bit of roughness, and here she was playing the dominant one. One more harsh swat Sable let herself be known.

“I HATE YOU!”

Rolling to her side to look back Dakota bulged her eyes at the unexpected visitor. “Sable?”

“Dakota?” She mocked her. “I’m sorry my sister’s such a slut Josh. Put your bikini on.”

“Take yours off.” Dakota laughed. “Josh has strong hands.”

“Wait, what?” Josh knew this was going to backfire. “You two need to behave. I don’t like being tricked. Maybe you both should just go on home.”

“NOOOOOOOOOO!” Both girls shared one symphony. Brows rising at their duality Josh looked from Dakota’s full frontal now that she had rolled over then at Sable’s 90% nudity in wearing that teal microkini. Sable was like a deer in headlights. Dakota was like a deer strapped to a car hood.

“We barely know Josh.” Sable told her sister, “That’s why I stopped by to say… hi again.”

“I’m honored you want to be neighborly but I’m feeling duped here. Did you two plan this?”

“I swear I had no idea Dakota was coming here. I didn’t even talk to her since we met on the sidewalk.”

“It’s true! It was coincidence I met you too. So glad I did though. Rub me!”

“I think that ship has sailed.”

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My room was up on the third floor and was the largest in the house. I had plenty of space for a full sized bed, computer desk, and a futon with room to spare. I also had a small window air conditioner so, on hot summer nights my room was a hang out.

Chloe came over after work and came up to my room where I was watching some mindless reruns on my small TV–my hair still damp from the shower. When she asked how my day was, I told her all about my visit to the Coppola house. I wasn’t trying to clear my conscience. Chloe was horny as fuck and got off on CFNM with me. She had even contrived situations with other girls in the past.

Chloe made me reenact how I stripped for Mrs. Coppola while she sat on the bed and watched. As my underwear slid down my cock, she applauded with delight. She commanded me to remain standing there for several minutes so she could fully examine my naked body. Then she made me turn around, fully erect, for inspection. Being in control of the situation got her hot. Finally, she summoned me over with a gleam in her eye. The sensation of my rock hard cock bouncing side to side in plain site was exhilarating as I walked directly toward her until it was right in front of her face.

“I bet that lady wishes she could do this!” Chloe said grabbing my hard dick and putting the tip in her mouth, “But it’s mine!” She proceeded to passionately slide her mouth back and forth. Her right hand was wrapped tokat escort around my shaft and she moved it with a slight twist right in front of her soft, plump lips. She yearned for me to be inside her–anywhere.

After a short while, I pulled her up and kissed her while I started undressing her. Immediately, our mouths were wide open and our tongues caressed each other. She was wearing short white overalls and a plum short sleeve top with little flowers. I undid her overalls and let them fall to the floor while she kissed me and lovingly stroked my cock. It felt like it might burst out of its skin. I slipped her top over her head. Her purple underwire bra looked beautiful against her dark half-asian skin. Her perky young tits pretty much stayed in place as I opened the clasp and they sprung loose. They were a perfect handful of deliciously soft flesh with sensitive, erect pencil eraser sized nipples and pink and brown silver dollar aureolas. Chloe slipped the thin straps off her shoulders and lowered her arms to let her bra fall away. Her pussy was already sopping wet, slippery, and ready when I slid my hand into her purple satin panties, over her bush, and inserted my middle finger into her. She moaned with satisfaction as I temporarily satiated her burning hunger to be filled.

I brought her over to the dresser and turned her to face the large mirror. I stood behind her and yozgat escort slipped off her panties. She kicked them to the side while I kissed her from behind. I think she liked being fully exposed as much as I did. She had zero inhibition as I drank in her beautiful, young, naked body in the mirror. I caressed her breasts and gently stroked her clit with my right middle finger. The tip of my hard cock gently rubbed against the small of her back just above her firm bare ass–streaking her skin with glistening trails of pre-cum. With my left hand grasping her hip and my right hand on her shoulder, I gently pushed her forward and bent her over so that I could slide my rod into her from behind as she leaned on the dresser. She let out a soft gasp as I felt her warm, wet pussy envelop the head of my cock. I could feel her tighten around the base of my shaft, as if she were grabbing it, as I penetrated her deeply and she moaned softly.

“Fuck me, baby.” She whined desperately.

I grabbed the inside of her hips and thrusted slowly. I love the vision of a beautiful naked woman from behind. Her soft, dark hair swept across her bare back, falling right around her shoulder blades. The flow of her smooth skin and spine was uninterrupted by any strap. She beautifully narrowed at the waist then expanded again at the hips in a perfect hourglass. Her round ass cheeks pressed against my pubic bone zonguldak escort on either side of my cock as I went all the way in. She relished the fullness of me inside her and surrendered to my control. I pulled her back towards me so that we could both watch in the mirror while I fucked her.

“You look so hot with me inside you!” I whispered in her ear.

I was surprised how thick the underside of my dick looked in the mirror and how her inner lips moved in and out as I thrusted. This was an angle I hadn’t seen before. She was so wet that I could see and feel her creamy juices running down my balls and dripping onto the floor. She leaned her head back on my shoulder and closed her eyes in ecstasy as I kissed her neck and squeezed her tits. The weight of her breasts in my hands further accentuated her femininity. Her arms were over her head and wrapped around the back of my neck, embracing me and pulling me closer. Her pussy kept getting tighter until she squirmed with ecstasy and yelled: “Oh baby, yeah! Yeah!”

Immediately, I felt pressure building and my cock stiffening even more. I felt like I was about to explode.

“I’m gonna cum!” I said urgently.

“Yeah, baby! Cum inside me!”

My cock pulsated as I squirted cum inside her. She felt satisfaction with each twitch, pushing back against me to drive me as deeply inside her as possible as I came. We stood there for a minute in the afterglow, me still inside her, and gazed into each other’s eyes in the mirror–periodically kissing. She tilted her hips and clenched her thighs together as I carefully withdrew to avoid dropping a big load of cum onto the floor as my softening penis flopped out.

“Let’s go get something to eat.”

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It was late next morning when Madison, lying naked as usual in her bed, got a text from Dan.

“Hey there,” he began. “We had a lot of fun last night, and I know you did too.”

“Thanks,” Madison wrote back simply. She felt exhausted, and despite her history of lewd behavior, she actually felt ashamed. She had let seven guys use her holes the night before. Seven! She shuddered after the thought.

“Eww!” She said to herself. “Eww eww eww!” Six of the guys she had only met an hour or so before. She didn’t know any of their names, nothing about them at all. And she had allowed them to just – use her! Use her like a toy and toss her aside! She may have been an exposed webslut, but she had never felt so disgusting.

“I really have to stop behaving like a slut,” she thought. “I mean – internet exposure and everything that comes with it is one thing. But at least it can’t get me pregnant, and at least I can’t catch anything doing it. And – and I don’t know if – like, I could probably make excuses for that,” she lied to herself. “But how do you make excuses for letting yourself get gangbanged by a room full of guys you just met and don’t know their names? I really am turning into a slut. Or maybe I’ve already turned into one.”

Madison’s self-deprecating thoughts were interrupted, however, by another text from Dan.

“Glad you came clean to me last night. You know, about the whole Webslut Madison thing. I’ve been watching your videos all morning. I mean, holy shit. That is raw. I honestly can’t believe some of it!”

“Thanks,” Madison said nonchalantly. “I get really into it sometimes.”

“Yeah, no shit!” Dan replied. “I mean, I can believe it. Believe it all. And I do, because I know you, and I know how much of a slut you are. I knew it that day outside our class last year when you had it written on your body and I took you back to my apartment and fucked you. But damn! Some of that shit it just hot as hell!”

“Anything in particular?” Madison asked. She rolled over onto her back and softly stroked her pussy.

“Ohhhh, fuck. Here we go again. Just a dumb used up gangbanged shown off slut and I’m already getting turned on because Dan likes my videos,” she thought. “I’m – I’m just such a slut for wanting it like this.”

“Yeah, definitely. The one where you pounded your throat with that dildo, holy fuck. I didn’t know a girl could enjoy destroying her own throat until she cried, even a nasty slut like you. The one where you had to have that stranger write slut on you. The one where you were naked in the snow, freezing your tits off and talking about how you don’t deserve clothes. Slapping the shit out of your own face. Begging to be exposed all over, begging for your life to be ruined. Damn, Madison! I want to make it happen!”

“Please, Dan,” she began. “Don’t take that too seriously. I know you could do it if you wanted to.”

“It’s going to happen whether I do it or not.”

“Probably. I’m kinda fucked. It’s just a matter of time before anyone can google my name and find it. Find everything. And before my friends and my parents find out. God, I’m going to be so humiliated and so fucked.”

“Yeah, probably.” Madison started stroking her pussy more heavily, sliding two fingers in between her moistening lips.

“You really want it don’t you? Dan asked.

“I don’t know. I mean I used to think it was just a hot fantasy. But I basically can’t cum without it and I know if and when it happens I’m going to cum so hard.”

“You dirty little slut. You’re probably fingering yourself right now just thinking about it, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” Madison admitted. “But please, can we let this go on, get me more spread around and irreversibly exposed so I completely lose control before my life is actually ruined?” Madison asked. She closed her eyes, thinking about how stupid she was for actually wanting that, for actually wanting her reputation ruined forever and to be completely humiliated for it. She could have just turned into a cum slut that sucked every cock in sight and had a reputation for that – at least she’s still be able to teach! Slowly, she slid two fingers inside her aching pussy and took a deep breath.

“I can’t wait to get my fucking life and reputation ruined forever,” she whispered to herself as she arched her back and slipped into an alternate reality.

Madison came hard again that morning. That night, she met Dan for dinner, and he told her what he had planned. He wanted her to go to the auditorium on a Tuesday night and he would tell her the rest.

She showed up, of course, two Tuesdays later, and after being blindfolded and wearing noise-canceling earphones, depriving her of sight and sound, she walked onto the stage and sat in a chair.

“Take off your shirt,” Dan ordered, speaking into her headphones, once she was seated.

“Dan?! Are you crazy? Right here?”

“Yes, slut. You know you want to.”

A million thoughts rushed through Madison’s mind. “Who is in the auditorium?” She thought. “Sure, it could be nobody, kahramanmaraş escort just a way to heighten my arousal without actually showing me off. But when has Dan ever done that? He just made me fuck a room full of his friends I had barely met!”

Her thoughts raged on. “What if – fuck, what if he filled the room with a bunch of our classmates and he’s finally doing it, making me expose myself and show them what I really am, just an exposed, shown off, passed-around slut?” The thought was terrifying. After all, she certainly wasn’t sure she wanted to be outed in front of her entire class. But she was also incredibly aroused at the thought – the thought of being made to strip on stage in front of those same people. “Am I crazy?!” She thought.

“Dan, I – I mean sort of, but – but – who’s out there?”

“Don’t worry about that, sweetie,” Dan said with a chuckle.

“But – I mean – it could be, like – anybody. Everybody, our whole class…”

“Is that who you want it to be, Madison?”

“No!” She half-lied.

“Now, listen. I know you love to be exposed, and you know it too, don’t you?”

“I mean – well- he’s, but -“

“And do you think I’d make you do something like this – strip, here – if I thought you didn’t actually want it deep down?”

The question baffled Madison for a minute. “Deep down? She thought. “I mean, deep down I want to be exposed in front of everybody, classmates, old friends, my parents’ neighbors, old teachers…deep down I want to be reduced to nothing but the most famous whore on the internet. But I’m reality…”

“Madison?” Dan asked, breaking her train of thought.

“Yeah. I mean, deep down, sure,” she said without thinking. “Wait,” she thought. “What am I saying? Deep down do I want that, or is it just a hot fantasy that I’ve come way too close to fulfilling? Deep down has to just be a fantasy!

“Then take it off,” came the instructions again. Shit, thought Madison, too late.

“Take it off now. Or everyone you know gets a little surprise – a video of sweet, innocent little Madison being the willing target of a gangbang!”

“Fuck!” She thought. She knew she really didn’t have much choice. She knew she didn’t want THAT to happen, and she had basically given Dan permission to force her, blackmail her into furthering her exposure. Plus, her pussy was starting to get wet.

Slowly, Madison lifted her shirt. It was a slightly- cropped T-shirt, only showing an inch or so of her stomach, the kind of shirt she knew she’d have to either cut up or get rid of if she really committed to dressing like a slut full-time at the beginning of the next year. And slowly, more and more of Madison’s stomach was exposed, and then her chest, as she carefully pulled the shirt off over her blindfold and her headphones.

“There,” she said. “Happy?” She sighed, a little relieved that nothing important was actually showing. But Dan had other ideas, of course.

“Okay. Now let me help you out of those shorts,” he said as he tugged on the button. Her shorts were denim and short, a hint of her ass visible from the rear. Dan grabbed the top hem and pulled down, taking her panties with the shorts as he roughly, quickly pulled the shorts down to her knees and then off over her feet.

“Spread your legs!” Dan ordered.

“Dan, are you – are you making me get naked – here? Who’s out there? What if somebody comes in?”

“I know you like being exposed. You’re a Webslut for a reason!” He said. He was already behind her, unclasping her bra.

“Dan! Not to the whole school!” She pleaded. “Who’s out there? Hello?” She called. But of course, she couldn’t hear a thing.

Dan unhooked her bra and pulled it over her shoulders.

“Fuck! Dan!” He didn’t respond, he just slapped her across the face, then whispered into the headset he was wearing, the one that was connected by Bluetooth to Madison’s headphones.

“We both know how much you love being exposed. What a little whore you are. You love being shown off, don’t you, Madison?”

“Dan, please – I don’t even – I can’t -” she stammered. She folded her arms across her chest, covering her exposed tits as she sat in her chair, quivering, her mind racing. “I can’t fucking strip naked here! There could be a hundred other students here! Or five hundred!” She thought. For all she knew, Dan had set up this elaborate scheme to expose her as a slut – or even as a Webslut – to the whole school! It would spread like wildfire! Everyone she knew – or everyone from school, at least – would be watching her videos, and see her getting gang banged, see her intentionally roughing up her throat, her face – she’d be ruined!

Dan leaned over and stroked her panty-covered pussy. “Mmmmm, so wet,” he whispered.

“Fuck! Why do I want this!” Madison thought. “Why do I get so damned turned on every time I think about being exposed, shown off, outed to the whole school!”

“You’re such a fucking dirty little slut and you know it,” Dan continued.

“Ohhhhh!” kastamonu escort Madison moaned as he pressed two fingers through her panties and into her pussy.

“Stand up. Put your arms down and take these off.”

“Dan? Please?” She begged. But as she spoke the words, her body betrayed her. She was already rising from the chair.

“Now, slut. Or I’m taking your clothes and leaving and calling everyone I know to watch the dumb almost naked slut try to get back to her apartment in just a skimpy pair of panties!”

“How many, Dan?! She inquired as she stood, the nervousness readily apparent in her voice. “How many are out there?” She asked shakily.

“I’m not telling you that!”

“Dan!”

“You loved stripping in front of all my friends, getting groped, felt up, used, didn’t you?”

When there was no response, he slapped her hard in the face.

“Didn’t you?” He asked again.

“Y-yes,” she squeaked.

“Why?” Dan asked. Madison stood, her arms covering her tits, and Dan exploited this by running his fingers over her thin panties, arousing her even more.

“B-because,” Madison said. “Damn it,” she thought. “I’m too horny to stop, he’s going to fucking break me to where I can’t stop myself!”

Dan slapped her even harder this time. “Because why, slut?!” He demanded.

That slap took Madison from one universe to another. Before she was a college girl, struggling against feelings of shame and embarrassment, and afterward, she felt like such a whore, but she was intensely aroused by those same feelings. She felt low, pathetic, even worthless. It brought back all the feelings she felt during her month of denial – how she was an object, not a person. How her purpose was to please others, not herself, even if it meant complete ruination of her mind, her career, her life, in order to give others that pleasure.

“B-because I’m a worthless exhibitionist slut and I – and I get off on being – being shown off and -“

“And humiliated?”

“Yes! Yes, and humiliated!”

“Good. Now put your arms down and take off your panties!”

Madison shook her head. She just couldn’t bring herself to do it. Dan, seeing this, reached out and grabbed her panties and ripped them to her ankles, exposing her neatly shaven cunt.

“Dan!” Madison shrieked. She instantly moved one arm to cover her exposed pussy, trying her best to cover both tits with the other arm. Dan coolly walked around to her backside as she stood there, slightly bent, but not moving a muscle. He slowly began running his finger through her ass crack, over her sphincter, as she tried her best not to moan.

“You’re loving this, aren’t you, slut?”

“Y-yes, I – I need it, Dan!”

“What do you need? Tell me.”

“I need them all to know – to know what a slut I am!”

“Then sit down, spread your legs wide, and tell them how much of a slut you are while you fuck yourself.”

Madison swallowed. Was he really ordering her to masturbate in front of a room full of people? She wondered. But she had already been betrayed by her sexual urges, and no matter how much the sane, conservative, future teacher in her wanted to run away, the desperate, depraved slut in her wanted nothing more than to be humiliated.

Dan took her hand and led her to the chair. Slowly, she sat, her whole body shaking as she turned around and placed her ass in the chair before scooting it forward, toward the audience. Dan picked up her left leg and placed it neatly on the arm of the chair.

“Dan! What are you doing? What is that?!” She squealed. She felt fabric against her ankle and tried to tug, but it was no use – her leg was fastened securely, tied to the lower front part of the chair arm. Before she knew it, as she struggled against the restraint, her right ankle was receiving the same treatment.

“Dan, I’m – I’m spread wide open!” She cried.

“Shut up. You know you like it, slut. Now tell us all what you are while you fuck yourself.”

“Dan?! Are you crazy?!”

“No. If anyone’s crazy here, it’s you! Now tell me what you are!”

“Dan, I – this is – I’m – this is scary! Take it – the blindfold! Take it off me, please, Dan!”

“Just tell us all you’re a slut,” he said, chuckling. Of course, he made no move toward loosening her blindfold. Her arms were free, he reasoned, and she could have removed it herself if she was truly not enjoying this. And for her part, Madison made no effort to remove it either.

Several seconds passed, punctuated by a hard slap to the right side of Madison’s face. “Now!” Dan said, more harshly this time.

Madison bit her lip, trying her damnedest not to give away the arousal she felt. She paused for a moment, fear washing over her, part of her wanting to just rip the blindfold off and see how badly she was being exposed – how many people were watching her. But her hand betrayed her, it slowly crept toward her spread-open, wet, throbbing pussy.

“What are you, Madison?” Dan practically shouted. He kayseri escort hit her again, harder this time, forcing her head to turn to the right.

Madison trembled. She let out a surprised but electrified utterance, spread her legs a little wider, and felt her throbbing cunt with her hand. Slowly she opened her mouth. “I – I’m just a slut,” she said softly.

“Louder.” He hit her again.

“I said I’m a slut!” She said loudly.

“Good. And you’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“God, yes!”

“You like being exposed, shown off, humiliated, isn’t that right?” He slapped her again.

“Ohhhh! Yes sir!”

“And you like being slapped in the face. It makes you feel like a whore, doesn’t it?” He placed his hand under her chin, squeezing her throat as he spoke to her.

“Yes, I – I am – I’m such a whore!”

“Good. Now prove it. Fuck yourself.”

Madison slowly inserted two fingers into her wet, waiting slit, shivering in excitement as she did. She breathed heavily but steadily, trying not to reveal how much this was actually turning her on. If Dan knew that – he’d make her strip in front of the class or something equally ridiculous, she thought. And as soon as she thought about this, her mind slipped into a perverted fantasy.

“Front of the class, slut!” Dan commanded in her fantasy. “Clothes off. Now! Show them what you are!”

Tears fell from Madison’s face as she rose and walked slowly to the front of the room, her short skirt not quite covering her ass and her tiny top not doing much to cover her breasts or her back. She couldn’t believe what she was doing – following orders, yes, but intentionally and knowingly ruining her reputation in the process – in front of possibly the most important class of her career. It was a class full of students who had pledged to become teachers, to bring up the next generation of young minds. And there she was, among them, just a slut for exposure and use.

“Turn around!” She heard him command. “Shirt off. Show them all. You know how much you need this!”

Madison began to cry harder as she reached for the bottom of her shirt, which was only about three inches from the bottom of her tits. Her whole stomach was already on display, along with some cleavage. Slowly, she raised her shirt, her breasts falling out as she had not worn a bra that day. She looked down briefly and pulled the shirt over her head, exposing the word “slut” written in large letters in red marker across her chest. Her whole class stared at the topless, exposed beauty in front of them, mouths open.

“Explain it, tell them – tell them what you are!”

“I – I mean -” Madison began. Tears rolled down her cheeks and she sniffled. “I’m – I’m a slut,” she said with a sigh. Just then, her arousal took over and she could not stop herself.

“I’m a nasty, stupid – dumb degraded slut! I just – I want to be – to be exposed for you all, for everyone. I want this. I want to be slapped and degraded and called filthy names. I want my reputation ruined.”

“Skirt off!” Madison nodded, too turned on to reply, and quickly slid the skirt down to the floor and stepped out of it, revealing her shaved pussy as she has not worn panties either.

“I’m online everywhere,” she explained. “I’m Webslut Madison. Google me. Spread me around. Fuck, film me now, I want it. I want to be ruined so bad, I -“

“Didn’t you fucking hear me?” Dan slapped her, jolting her back to reality. “I said tell them how much you love to be exposed.”

“I love it,” she said to the auditorium. “I’m a webslut. Webslut Madison, I’m all over the internet, please just use me, spread me -“

“I watched all your filthy videos, slut,” said Dan. He slapped her tit this time, and she plunged a third finger into her pussy.

“You know which one was my favorite?”

“Please, please tell me!” She said as she fingered herself harder.

“Well, I liked the one where you destroyed your own throat with a dildo. Such a sick little whore. And I liked the one where you begged to be ruined- have your life completely ruined forever.”

“Ohhhhh fuck yes, Dan! I want it!” Madison could not stop herself now. “Show me off to the whole school, the class, make me a bigger slut! Make me dress like a whore every day. Make me write slut on my stomach and show the whole class! Tell everyone what I am – who I am! Make me regret it and ruin me, ohhhhhh!”

Dan took a step back and watched the events he had set in motion unfold.

“Please, Dan! Please tell me you’ll help me- ohhhh, hell me ruin myself! Ohhhh fuck, help me destroy my life and reputation! I need it!”

“You do. Don’t you? You really want it!”

“Ohhhh fuck yes! I hope there’s a hundred people watching me, no – two hundred! I hope they all tell their friends! I hope I’m completely outed! I hope they tell my parents! I want this Dan, ohhhhh fuck, fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, ohhhh god!”

Madison shook violently as she exploded into orgasm. A million thoughts raced through her head. Who was watching her? How many? How many now knew her dirty little secret? Oh, God, it was so, so humiliating – and she was loving it!

“Ohhhh God, come here and fuck me, Dan! Come here and fuck me and tell me what a dirty little whore I am!” She begged.

“You are a dirty little whore, but I’m not fucking you,” he said with a smirk.

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“Bye Mom. See you when you get home.”

Dakota McKellen was on her way downstairs to join her sister Sable and her unofficial boyfriend Travis Pervert Herbert. Her Father Henry was in the kitchen boiling hot dogs and mac & cheese, a favorite dinner of choice for the girls growing up. While watching their weight that was the one battle of carbs they couldn’t resist. Of late there was a lot of other things the girls could not resist, namely growing up. Their birthdays in under two weeks they were screaming to be taken seriously as adults in every way. Including the need to know what sex and the human emotion really had to offer. Both girls still virgins were teetering ever closer to the idea that those days might be ready to be put to bed. Literally!

Wearing a high cut grey tank top with no bra and baggy powder blue drawstring cotton shorts also scissor cut high on her hips Dakota ended her call from her Mother halfway down the flight of stairs and looked out over the living room. On their 65′ TV her sister Sable was watching Disney’s Beauty and the Beast, the animated version. Sitting hip to hip with Travis the two giggled amongst each others company more than watching Belle sing. While Dakota herself had no fancy for nerd boys like Travis, especially perverted ones she did find them cute together.

Sable herself although a dead ringer for Dakota in every way save for wearing braces, did have a different personality. Dakota much more organized in what to say to people without blushing, and more flirty, left Sable behind when it came to boys and ofttimes older people. Sable was shy to a degree, smarter than Dakota, and awkward in a lot of ways. Yet, the two navigated life bouncing off one another as most twins do, thinking and reading each others thoughts often made for a rash of giggles.

Setting foot on the living room floor Dakota moved to the back of the sofa and leaned over the two giddy occupants her right foot pumping up and down on the carpet until Sable looked up and noticed her. Smiling at her sister Dakota rolled her eyes and put a finger to her mouth as if gagging then sneering at Travis. Sable in turn pouted and asked, “What do you want?”

“Come back here a second I need to talk to you.”

“Awww!” She frowned having to leave her couch potato skin friend to join her sister. When getting up Sable quickly took a couch cushion and placed it over the lap of Travis who boasted a hard on from sitting so close to his girl…friend. She knew it and wanted that darn thing hidden from her sister. Her view nobody else. Shuffling around the couch Travis followed her with his eyes, her dress skirt wrinkled up in back from sitting rode gently higher than it should. He loved the horizon, especially now that she had gotten bolder and took her panties off. It took him awhile to realize it but she did dare to give him hints. Happy camper the couch potato was.

“What’s up?”

Dakota pulled her aside further then whispered, “Mom called. She got my panties back from Corey. She knew somehow. Let’s not tell Daddy too much I don’t want him to scold me. Promise me you won’t run your mouth?”

“I won’t say anything more than I already have.”

“I did tell Daddy something you don’t know.”

“What? Is it juicy?” Sable grew bubbly.

“Angus…kissed me today by my locker. Robin even saw it and…” She fidgeted deciding if she should tell her the rest of the story. If she did her sister might freak out. Bad enough she had seen her topless by accident before the kiss ever happened. Having to rescue Dakota with help once was okay, if she knew she might have had to a second time then she would be scared for her. She omitted the rest, “…didn’t say a word.” Her mouth was too busy kissing Dakota’s nipple alongside Angus. She was wet just thinking about it all over again.

“He kissed you?” Sable’s jaw lowered, “Did you suck?”

“Suck? Noooo! I didn’t suck anything.”

“No I meant were you any good at kissing? Why would you think I was asking if you…you didn’t did you?”

“Noooo! Don’t be rude. I’m not ready for that kind of thing. It’s scary wondering if I’m a good kisser without knowing if I suck at everything else too.”

“I can ask Travis if he would give us kissing lessons.” She bit her nail with brightened eyes hoping Dakota would read her mind.

“Did you two kiss too?” Dakota bulged her own.

“Not yet. Should I let him?”

“Uh? Ew! All yours.”

“I just don’t want Daddy to catch us.” Dakota knowing her Father was nervous as heck after kissing her she played coy.

“I’ll run interference. Smooch away.” Dakota twirled on the ball of her foot and wiggled away. Her Dad could be seen hovering over a stove stirring macaroni to keep it from sticking to the pan. Sable shivered and returned to the couch.

Stepping in front of Travis he reached up and pinched her left cheek, the part that was slightly visible. Chin lowering out of awe she flopped down next to him and sneered. Without looking at his lap she plucked up the cushion and took it tokat escort away. She wanted to see his tented sweatpants. Being out of school a few days due to his harassment by fellow students it was all about leisure, no underwear did not mask his erection one bit. He was pretty stoked by his gift, what he thought was a good size. Far from it but as long as he was happy who cares right?

Shuffling into the kitchen Dakota snuck up behind her Father Henry and surrounded his back with her arms, “Dinner ready yet?” Her nipples taunting his back even with shirts between them he had to swallow. Knowing his co-worker Tessa was right about Dakota crushing on her dad seemed really wrong, yet for some reason he just couldn’t tell her to back off.

“Not yet. Wanna grab some scissors and cut the cheese pouch? Gotta Velveeta it up.”

“I can do that.”

She released him and moved to his right for a pair of scissors amid their cutlery set. Henry slid the aluminum foil pouch across the counter toward her and she reached for it at the exact same time. Hands touching she trembled and smiled up at him. “Thank you Daddy.” He smiled back and lifted his hand away.

Standing next to him she severed the entire top seal and started to turn to throw it away when it fluttered from her fingers to the floor. He noted it’s jailbreak and turned intending to crouch and pick it up but she beat him to it. In their duel he faced her just as she looked up right at his crotch. There were two rival erections in the McKellen home at the moment. Eyes flaring at his tent she recalled her and Sable hiding in his closet and his real dick right in front of her face. This was nothing new but he had no idea of the first time.

“Sorry Punky.”

“For what? I got…this.” She didn’t want to stand up but knew she needed to. Noting her behavior as part of his crush revelation he peered down at her tank tops cleavage. As she rose to her feet she bit her lower lip and flared her eyes at him then licked her fingers of gooey cheese build up from the seal. Sucking her fingertip almost seductively he had to turn away. She knew he was nervous but curious at the same time.

Stepping around him she walked the four feet to the trash can and feigned dropping it again. This time instead of kneeling she bent over to pick it up. Her tight thin shorts offered cameltoe. “Come here…you.” She spoke to the elusive seal. Henry had to grit his teeth and focus on the stirring. With a colander waiting in the sink he tested the tenderness of the macaroni before pouring the noodles into the colander to drain the starch. Dakota being helpful after her trash run reached over Henry’s arm to turn on the water to rinse the macaroni. In doing so her tit grazed across his forearm.

“Careful don’t burn yourself on the pan.”

“Panties? What panties?” She panicked thinking that he knew of Corey’s thievery.

“I didn’t say panties? What’s wrong with you? I can see you’re not wearing any again.”

“You can?” She sucked in her tummy pressing her fingers into her abdomen to check herself out. “Don’t make me go put any on Daddy.”

“Never crossed my mind Miss Adult. I think you and I need to have a long talk about all this kissing and stuff. I’m…still uneasy about your requests.”

“You don’t have to teach me Daddy. I’ll figure it out on my own. Even if Angus dumps me before I’m any good.”

“Angus? Ah, yeah the boy at school. The kissing bandit.”

“I was really red when he kissed me. Kids laughed.”

“Kids can be cruel. Been there done that in my day. I was bullied until I put on some body mass.” She looked right at his erection when he said mass. Lifting her chin he said, “You don’t need to be so obvious Punky.”

“I…can’t help it Daddy. I…want Angus to know I can do anything. Be what he wants to keep.”

“And, looking at my…plumper connects me to what Angus needs how?”

“Don’t embarrass me Daddy.” She smiled turning red, “I’m…just…learning.”

“Get some plates. Soon as I mix in the cheese dinner’s ready. Go ask Travis if he wants to eat with us I made extra dogs.”

“He’s the dog…” She giggles again gagging herself with an index finger, “…but okay.” He frowned at her rude comment until he thought about it. Travis did have a serious case of puppy dog eyes for Sable.

Ten minutes prior to Henry’s instruction toward Dakota, Sable and Travis were getting a little touchy feely on the sofa. With emotions bending curiosity, Travis made some moves he expected to be punished for. Hand on her leg lightly rubbing from knee upward over time. She watched their movie one second without acknowledging him then sheepishly grinning his way the next. Blushing inevitable for both of them she tried to rub his leg too but kept getting embarrassed enough to retreat.

Finally, Travis took her hand and put in on the upper thigh of his sweats, fingers mere inches from a high-rise erection. She flared her eyes then shot glances toward the kitchen to be certain she wasn’t being yozgat escort watched. Temptation led her to hold her breath and reach over to pinch the crown of his dick between an index finger and her thumb, pulling away just as quickly.

“Woah!” Travis bulged his eyes at her sudden bravery. Looking over her toward Henry and Dakota for safety Travis opted to join her teasing by reaching over and cupping her right tit then shared in her blush. Fighting the giggles she took another chance and poked a nail against his balls just to see them move. The two crushes were crushing it.

After seeing one another nude already, if not by choice the thoughts were always in hiding. She liked Travis, he adored her, the rest was just getting over the shyness. Before Travis can decide upon his next temptation she stood up slyly looking at her Dad and sister with their backs turned to them. Taking his hand Sable quickly encouraged Travis to follow her upstairs. “Where are we going?” He whispered.

“My bedroom.” She razzed him then took the lead silently taking one step at a time. At the top of the stairs they crept to her room and she ushered him in. Cautiously closing her door she led him to her bed and sat him down. “Just sit there.”

She stepped back grinning cheesily at him, uncaring that he saw her braces and took her dress off. With only a bra on currently she removed it before his eyes and tossed it at him jokingly. You know Perbert Herbert, straight to his nose. Dancing in step for ten seconds she scurried to her dresser for a pair of shorts which she put on with her back to Travis. Bending forward to step into them her ass showed off it’s beauty, pussy winking his direction. Before pulling them up she looked over her shoulder to see if he was watching. Of course he was.

Hand down the front of his sweats Travis was jerking off. Dropping her jaw at his necessity she recalled watching him the day at Piper’s pool. Then when he was tied up naked in the gym. Seeing him jizz both times she was curious to witness it again. In a sense she wanted to know just how much he liked her. Leaving her shorts undone and droopy she used her finger to her lips and tiptoed to her bedroom door, easing it open to make sure her Father wasn’t outside. Secure she shut it again and stepped toward her bed and sat beside him. “Let me see it.”

“Whoa!” was all she could get out of him as before. He was in shock and eager at the same time. Lifting up he tugged his sweats down and let his penis bob in front of her. She flared her eyes toward it then took his hand back to it curling fingers.

“Do it for me.”

“You do it for me.” He laughed at the opportunity. Another shy grin she had to take another look out her door for safety reasons. Topless with her pink shorts hanging low she peeked out. Still no one. Latching her door she leans her back to it and lets her shorts drop to her ankles. Moving her fingers to her pussy she began rubbing her clit, which she was getting quite good at of late in the privacy of her bedroom. Shyness pushed away as best she could they watched each other closely. She was terrified if nothing else that her dad would walk up checking on them. With Travis knuckling his cock hard he wanted her closer. Patting the bed for her to sit with him she let her guard down and peeled her back from the door. One step away her door came flying open and colliding with Sable’s backside.

“Dinner’s…beddy…” Dakota barged in without knocking. Seeing Travis on her sister’s bed jerking very close to cumming Dakota bulged her eyes then corrected herself, “…ready.”

“Don’t tell Daddy.” Sable faced her sister in her nudity except for her shorts covering her feet.

“Holy Moley!” Dakota felt as if she walked in on the one thing she never ever expected. Truth was she had. “What are you two freaks doing?”

“Get in here.” Sable tried to pull Dakota inside but it took effort to shut her door.

“I don’t wanna see…him…do…that.” Maybe she did. Hiding behind Sable they observed Travis destroying his cock with rapid friction. Unable to touch herself in front of Dakota, Sable just covered her chest with her forearms.

“Get dressed.” Dakota informed her sister. “Daddy might come up.” Cum up someone did. Snarling at the girls they froze in step and witnessed Travis shooting cum two feet into the air. Eying it’s decent to her carpet the twin’s dropped their jaw.

Sable mumbled in awe of his performance. “That was awesome.”

“That was gross.” Dakota winced behind her. Shoving Sable toward the bathroom connected to her room she made her stay in there while she got her clothes. Plucking up her pink shorts to hand them to Sable her sister changed her mind.

“Wait! Mini skirt bottom left drawer of my dresser. I want to be free.”

“Free is the best.” Travis laughed still jerking off aiming for a second round with Dakota there as inspiration. Hurrying to the dresser Dakota found the skirt and turned. Tripping over her own two feet she landed zonguldak escort in front of Travis on her knees, hand on his leg by pure accident. Perfect timing the bedroom door opened up and Henry saw Dakota on her knees, Travis with his dick out pumping until he realized Henry was there. Panic striking home as it looked just as incriminating of what Travis and Sable endured at the gym, Henry growled.

“Am I interrupting something?” Henry seeing it was Dakota rolled his eyes, “What did I tell you earlier?” He recalled her joking about having Travis show her what a boy liked. “Go to your room.” Dakota whimpered at her misfortune. “You! Put that thing away and go home.”

“I-I’m sorry Sir.” Travis felt miserable having to leave Sable.

“DAAAAAAAAADDDDDDDDDYYYYYYY!” Sable howled from her bathroom, “I don’t want him to go home.” Henry ducking his head in further saw Sable herself hiding behind her bathroom door looking at him.

Sighing heavily Henry made certain Travis had his pecker put away grimacing at his tented sweats. “Go put ice on that thing. You’re not eating with us if that thing looks dangerous.”

“So I don’t have to go home?” Travis pumped his fist realizing it was still wet with cum and rapidly placed it in his sweatpants pocket. “It wasn’t…” He shut up fast after seeing Henry share anger with him. “I’ll be borrowing your icemaker.” He darted past Henry. Once he heard footsteps heading downstairs he stepped into Sable’s room the rest of the way and closed the door.

“Get out here young lady.” Henry snapped and went to sit on her bed. She knew by his demeanor what was coming. “NOW!” Cringing Sable stepped out totally nude but hiding her personal property from his locked gaze. Shaking she pouted, “Daddy?”

“Assume the position.”

“You’re going to spank me? Daddy I’m…nakie.”

“ONE…” She knew the drill but hesitated. “TWO!”

“Daddy please don’t spank me.”

“TWO AND A HALF!”

Giving up Sable just dropped her arms to her side and closed in over his lap. It felt really awkward laying over him nude. Once her ass was in the air Henry reared his hand back and cracked down hard on her cheek. “Owwwwwwwwww!” Again, “Owwww Daddy.” A third left his hand print. Once done he rubbed her bottom tenderly then realized how silly that was considering this was his daughter.

“Sit beside me.” He guided her up and she sat next to him hip to hip. Putting his arm around her he hugged his youngest. “I know you’re growing up…too damned fast. I expected this from your sister, but not you. Why did you bring Travis up here? Don’t lie to me just be honest. No more spanks after today. I just needed to remind you right from…”

“Was it wrong Daddy?” She broke in cutting him off, “You and mom said we were adults and could make our own decisions.”

“On clothing…of which you’re wearing none.” He swallowed eying the mini skirt next to him on the bed. “Here put this on. I’ll close my eyes.”

“You…don’t have to.” She was getting over her shyness rapidly, “I’m over it. I just want to be grown up Daddy.”

“Letting Travis…do that for your sister?”

“What? For Dakota?”

“Trust me her ass is raw in five minutes.” She stands up listening and steps into her mini skirt and zips it up in front of Henry. Walking back to her dresser for a tank top like her sister she covered her chest. No underwear period she returned to sit beside her Dad. Hugging his arm she sighed, “I like Travis Daddy. Please don’t be mad at him.”

“Why were you…naked in the bathroom?” He could see through her door and saw no clothing. Only her pink shorts and her prior dress on the carpet of her bedroom floor. Bra on the bed overlooked completely.

“Hiding. Dakota was bringing me the mini skirt. I…”

“You don’t have to say any more. Go downstairs and eat supper. You have until he eats and the end of your Beauty & the Beast movie. He goes home afterwards. Hands…to…” He stops sighing, “Wash your hands.”

“I’m sorry Daddy. I love you.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’m the one who should apologize. I shouldn’t have spanked you in the nude.”

“I’m not upset over it, or that.” She points at his crotch. He had his own erection reaching for the sky. Growling at her he stood up and walked out. Before getting up herself Sable nibbled her nail, “Did I do that to Daddy?” Eyes trembling she jumped up giddy with the cheesiest of grins and scurried downstairs. Travis was waiting.

Watching Sable go downstairs Henry opened Dakota’s bedroom door to find her sobbing. He had already concluded that what Dakota had appeared to be doing was accidental but Henry felt evil. Especially, after what Dakota was asking of him. He wanted her to feel as if she were being punished just for fun.

“SHORTS DOWN! ASSUME THE POSITION.” He sat on her bed next to her. She looked up at him and melted at the thought not bothering to hide her expression. Climbing to her feet from sitting on the floor she stood in front of her Father’s legs and wiggled down her shorts. Unafraid to let him see her nude from the navel down she crawled over his lap. She could feel his erection on her tummy. He eyed her soft complexion, so flawless and stunning as his eyes followed her curves and shallows, shades of timid shadow. With it growing darker outside her room was getting gloomy.

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I am happy to share my stories. But, French of origin, thank you for your understanding for my English which remains very imperfect!

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“What you’re doing here is really a very nice gesture, Maxence!” Says to me the head of the association which organizes tutoring for youngins with learning difficulties in Saint-Denis (a very disadvantaged suburb, north of Paris).

“I was lucky enough to benefit from the best schools in the country, which allowed me to become an engineer. I see it as a civic duty to help these young people who need it.” What I don’t tell her, of course, is that I’m also completely crazy about all these young, dark-skinned immigrants I see when I take the metro that crosses this suburb to catch my plane at Roissy airport: I like their toned and well-formed bodies, guessing their young cocks that their tracksuits show off, seeing through their insolent attitudes express their somewhat boorish, arrogant and dominating side.

“Since maths is somewhat your speciality, I am going to entrust Djamel to you. He is 19 years old kid, still in high school, 3 years behind. Yes, 3 years late! I don’t hide from you that it’s a bit difficult case: the 2 young ladies who tried to tutor him gave up after only 1 or 2 sessions. They were only 20 or 21 years old: that’s why I now want to entrust him to a young man with a bit of maturity. Your 26 years and your professional status will help…”

I receive the next day, as agreed, an email detailing the axes of the tutoring, the contact details of Djamel’s family and confirming me that the first session will take place at their home this Friday at 6 p.m.

When I ring the doorbell of the apartment in this filthy building in Saint-Denis, an Arab-looking woman opens the door. She smiles at me and says as she let me in, “Welcome Maxence! I’m glad they send us a young MAN. Djamel needs this tutoring so badly… Even if he will always be my little angel, I have to admit that he is becoming difficult… Since his father left and even more since he came of age, I have a lot of trouble make him obey… So evening homework comes always after football, his pals and the girls!”

I don’t have time to answer, she has already opened the kitchen window and shouts “Djamel, come upstairs right away! For your math class… Yes, right away!”

She closes the window and says to me, “Go to his room: he’ll soon be here. I have to go to work: every evening, I do 4 hours of cleaning in office buildings… Good luck, Maxence!”

Djamel’s bedroom looks a bit like my bedroom as a teenager: posters on the walls, clothes scattered on the floor, video game cassettes, a PS installed in front of a gigantic screen (I didn’t have that!), a messy bed…

As the wait is long, I approach the bed to sniff the crumpled boxers he left on his bed. It stinks of guy’s balls and sperm. When I open it, I see whitish traces that are still damp. There are many of them. I can’t stop licking them! I notice above the pillow that the wall is covered with traces of old dried drippings; the wallpaper is discolored… With the boxers and the wall, I understand that Djamel has abundant sperm! Of course, my cock can’t stay at rest in this testosterone impregnated universe…

The noisy arrival of Djamel in the apartment makes me throw his boxers back on his bed and sit down at the cluttered table that serves as his desk. Not a single book on it, but dirty clothes and cans of soda…

Seeing this shirtless sweaty tall guy (6’3” at least), with an adult build and a muscular chest and a hell of a 6-pack, rush into the room, I’m a little taken aback but manage to say, “Hello Djamel. I’m Maxence, the guy who should help you a little in maths…”

He’s all sweaty and wipes his forehead with the back of his hand and says, “Yeah, that’s what I heard… Math sucks! But we can always try… We’ll see if you last longer than the chicks they’ve already sent me!”

While he welcomes bayburt escort me (!), I detail his body. As the heat wave still strikes in this month of September and these suburban apartments of course do not have air conditioning, his bod is all glistening with sweat, showing off his amber skin. The football his mother told me about explains the very muscular thighs sticking out of his shorts. Shorts so soaked that they stick to his cock, obviously a good size! Without being overly muscular, his body is very toned and well cut. He must weigh 175-180 lbs, without a gram of fat!

How can a 19-year-old boy already be so physically developed?

“Djamel, I suggest that today we just talk a bit to see where we start from and how we are going to work together…”

He listens to me with no real attention, wiping his body with a towel he found on the floor. Without answering, he turns vaguely before putting his fingers in the top of his shorts and dropping it to the ground. The guy is really neither shy nor modest!

He shows off me his bubble butt, covered with dark hairs, the density of which increases as it approaches his dark crack. While he is drying his brown hair, which is quite long and curly, I can even see his dick moving with the movements of his body. His shorts weren’t lying: he has a big cigar, quite dark, with a nice pink round glans. Pointing forward, on 2 big hairy balls, his resting cock isn’t very long (just over 4”?), but is quite thick… He puts everything in a tight boxer that compresses well his ass and prominently displays his cock which he now has pointing upwards.

“Shit, it’s always the same thing! These boxers are all too small for my gear!” He says to me, laughing and turning around to see the rendering of his ass, and he continues, “Make yourself comfortable if you want… It’s much too hot in here and we’re among guys, right?!”

“It is true that it is hot. But I have to keep an outfit in line with my tutor status…”

We get down to business by looking at what causes him the most problems in math. There will really be A LOT of work because in fact EVERYTHING is a problem for him! Starting even with his understanding of French!

“It’s clear that I’m much better at football than at school! Instead of looking at my notebook, people should look at my strong thighs instead! Look how muscular they are!”

“Yes, yes, Djamel… You have beautiful thighs, very powerful! But I’m here to help you progress at school… We’re not actually going to start with maths (I see him smiling — it’s true that he looks like an angel!), but we’re going to first have to work on your French a bit. The only thing I ask you to do for Wednesday evening is to write in one page about the coming weekend, what you will have done, what you will have liked or disliked…”

“A whole page?!”

“Yep, Djamel… A whole fucking page!”

He offers me a cold soda (it feels good!), we talk a little more and I go home. In my Parisian comfort…

The first thing I do: I get comfortable and finally release my cock, stretched to the maximum since my meeting with this handsome and sexy Djamel. I jerk off quickly thinking of this young guy full of vitality, his body full of testosterone, his round and hairy ass, his big brown cock, his football buddies in front of whom he must not fail to proudly show off his fat cock in the air, the good big bursts of spunk he must spit… What makes me cum like never before!

Same scenario on Wednesday at 6 p.m.: his mother, waiting in his room (this time with drippings still wet on the wall above his bed!), Djamel who arrives sweating, who changes clothes in front of me (getting stark naked, drying himself for minutes and putting on this time sweatpants… In commando mode!),…

To match the local color, I also came in tracksuits… But with boxers underneath!

Me sitting on his chair, he stands up in front of me as I read aloud the sheet of paper he handed me (the writing is very irregular bilecik escort and I correct here the spelling and syntax errors for your understanding):

“It was a good weekend for me. Friday night I went to the cinema in Paris with some buddies and we ate hamburgers. We tried to flirt with Parisian chicks, but we couldn’t fuck. Saturday I had a football match. We won 3 to 1. We partied in the locker room and I won the biggest dick contest. Sunday with Toufik we flirted with 2 girls. Good sluts who sucked us off. We swapped because mine thought my cock was too big. I tore the pussy of the second one well who also cried when I gave her a big facial. That was a very good week-end!

Finally, a poem, for girls:

At the picnic the sick chick

Licks my big big dick.

I squirt quick my big big sticky jizz

On the chick’s lips and cheeks.

My big big prick still leaks jizz.

The chick licks her lips.

My big big dick stinks.

Her cheeks are still sticky.”

“So, what do you say?” Djamel asks me with a slightly anxious look… And adding naively, “Hearing you read my poem, that put my dick to attention! Look, man!”

I did notice the front of his tracksuit swells outrageously, which of course woke up my libido and… my dick! But I force myself to come to my senses and tell him, “Djamel, we’re going to focus on your exercise. It is very good to have kept your commitment and to have written this…, this… document. There are a lot of spelling mistakes and the syntax is very rough. But, we’re going to rework all that kind of things by Christmas and you’ll see that we’ll get there!” He smiles, a little reassured.

His smile fades with the rest of my speech, “On the other hand, Djamel, we also have to work a lot on what I would call… moral values. Your life can’t just turn around football, chick pussies and your big big dick! You have to open up to other areas of interest: for example, you could have given information about the film you’re talking about… Your text reveals a very strong tendency to glorify yourself and think only of yourself. A strong selfishness emerges. Also, your relationship with girls suggests that you only see them as sexual toys to satisfy your own pleasure, with also obviously a real problem to obtain (or not) and respect their consent… Finally, the bragging that you show about your dick is pretty cheap…”

As I see his moist eyes, I realize I’ve gone too far. I pat his forearm a bit and smile at him kindly and say, “Don’t worry, Djamel, I too was 19 and behaved like a pretentious little prick… But I’m going to fight with you, for you… We will progress together! I was probably a bit harsh because, you see, for example, your poem is built on a lot of rich assonances and alliterations…”

“What are these fag things?”

“It’s the fact of repeating the same vowels and the same consonants in a whole series of words! And I understand that you spent a lot of time and energy to write it! It might be a bit too descriptive, but it’s very straight forward: you did a fucking real good job!”

I feel, despite my compliments, the anger rising in him and he says to me, “Anyway, the French you are all fags! You, you’re like my football coach who stares at my ass in the shower and starts getting hard when he sees my upright fat cock! Like him, you’re ready to kneel in front of me to suck me off! You believe I didn’t see you checking my ass and drooling over my big cock only a few minutes ago?! In fact, you’re jealous because I’m better hung than you!”

In fact, he is right this “little” prick! Anger has given him back all of his arrogance, pride, and alpha male charisma. I admire his fiery gaze and his body glistening with sweat. As if to back up his words, he runs his hand over the front of his tracksuit where I can see his dick pushing the fabric. I stare at the bulge longingly…

He understands that he has control over me. That I am ready to be dominated!

Djamel then lowers bingöl escort the bottom of his tracksuit and wedges it under his big balls. His cock is already stiff and proudly looks at the ceiling. He jerks off slowly in front of me, defying me with his insolent gaze. I lick my lips. He smiles ironically. He lets go of his cock and wiggles his pelvis to make it wobble in front of his hairy abs. His dick is so long that his big pink glans rubs the hairs of his navel where it deposits precum…

As I’m at a good eye level (and I’m a good connoisseur!), I see that his rod must be almost 10” (not bad for a young guy of 19)! As for the girth, it’s approaching the one of a RedBull can: no wonder he wins the competition for the biggest dick on his football team! I’m sure his buddies don’t miss taking a good interested stare at his fat manhood proudly swaying in between his strong hairy thighs when he parades through the locker room!

A little hypnotized by his big snake which undulates and taken in my thoughts occupied by all these young guys with their dicks in the air in their locker room, I didn’t feel the hand that Djamel had just passed behind my head… He doesn’t need to insist that I bring my mouth closer to his big glans, which frankly stinks a bit of piss!

And I suck his dick enthusiastically. I lick his balls. I take most of his big cock deep in my throat (Yes, I have a big welcoming mouth!). It makes him moan with pleasure. He shoves it all the way into my mouth, almost choking me. I have to grab him by his firm buttocks for him to withdraw: a long trickle of saliva stretches between my mouth and his throbbing cock.

He sticks his big stiff dick again in my mouth, goes back and forth a few times, withdraws again and finally sends 12 or 13 big jets of a very creamy and very sticky cum. I have it all over my face and in my hair; it’s dripping on my T-shirt and tracksuit…

“Wow Djamel! You are one hell of a good juicer! And you really know how to use your big big cock!”

He smiles, feels his balls a bit (to check if there’s still a little juice left?!) and throws one of his dirty boxers in my face so that I can wipe myself off. Then he says to me, very sure of himself, “Now that you’ve seen that I’m not lying about my big fat cock (he laughs), nor about my copious jizz, show me what you are capable of! Come on, dude!”

Even though I know I’m going to lose, I stand up to him. I pull down my tracksuit and see him smile when he sees me jerking off my cock. I’m usually happy with it, but my 7.5” actually seems really short compared to its monster which is still at attention. We now jerk off in front of each other. I start moaning. Him too. Without warning, he squirts again and shoots on my chest and stomach 8 or 9 heavy spurts of the same concentrated cum. It triggers my own emptying which is limited to 7 or 8 jets which fall to the ground because Djamel slipped away, just in time!

Happy with his victory without question, he laughs and throws again his old boxer already full of his sperm in my face. I wipe myself without saying anything.

We pack up our cocks which are starting to get back to their usual size and I leave saying we meet on Friday (not without having slipped his boxers full of his gooey spunk into my pocket — I often sniff it and it always makes me cum in a minute!)

Our collaboration has been beneficial to everyone: Djamel’s school results have only improved month after month! For his part, he rewarded me with good shots of his sperm so concentrated and so sticky! But I always put my tutoring before sex: at each session, we started with 30 minutes of serious academic work, then spent half an hour (or more!) to our exchanges of sperm…

Everything went kind of out of control at the end of the year, when Djamel started to bring some of his football teammates for the second part of our sessions: it always ended up with my face covered in their abundant juices, after sucking their young big brown cocks!

Delighted with the results obtained by Djamel in high school, the tutoring association of Saint-Denis is counting on me for a new tutoring as of next September; I was told about a “young Algerian aged 19 who thinks more about his boxing fights than his high school lessons…” I can hardly wait!

THANKS FOR READING!

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My daring girlfriend, Angela, invited me to spend a week with her in Key West Florida where she was doing research on Hemingway for her PHD thesis. I say daring since she wanted me there to celebrate National Nude Day with her to break her shyness. She felt she couldn’t do it alone. If, HA, I agreed, it would be my first public nude exposure too. Nerves flaring, I looked up the flights. “The flight time from San Francisco, California (SFO) to Key West, Florida (EYW) is approximately five hours and thirty-six minutes.”

If I did the math right, to book a flight arriving soon after midnight 7/14, I had to get on a four p.m. flight. Five p.m. was the best I could do. Key West suspended public lewdness laws for NND, I checked, so I’m going to surprise her from the moment I arrive. If I travel in just a T-shirt and my blue running shorts, commando, I’ll be able to strip at the pickup spot and meet Angi naked. Stripping her right there should break her shyness if she doesn’t breakup with me.

I checked in early, grabbed a cuppa, and took a seat in the terminal waiting area. Thinking of getting naked in public made my dick rise. Watching a pretty young female sit across from me in a tiny skirt and billowy top with thin straps grabbed my attention. Her mini exposed her shapely, toned legs, and bright green panties as she moved; her low-cut top exposed most of her braless tits. My tumescent reaction lifted my shorts so I had to pin it down with an arm. She noticed, grinded her hips, and pretended not to see. Her deliberate moves made my swelling grow.

Not too shy, she aimed her spread legs directly at me and my bishop escaped. Pressing it down made my shorts climb higher and more cock escape. She laughed, then said, “Your horse has left the barn,” and nodded at my cock.

I grimaced. Feeling bold, I countered, “I can’t apologize since that’s all your fault — your sexy legs and bright green panties got to me.” I didn’t cover my bishop, but let it rise and throb a bit.

“Well, I worked hard for these legs so I’m not apologizing either. It’s your hard luck. What can I do about it?”

After thinking about it a moment, I sighed then said, “You may not believe it, but tomorrow is National Nude Day. Mini me is anxious to get a head start. If you are participating, you can join me by just removing your panties here to make us even.” Did I go too far? Who cares? I’ll never see her again. I love how her bright panties match her pretty eyes.

“Yeah, right. Why should I let you perv for your made up holiday? You and mini you are out of luck. I’m changing seats.”

“OK. Before you do, Google it. If I’m lying, have a good flight on your own. If it exists, you pass me your panties and give mini me a good long peek at what you’re protecting. You game?”

She smirked, got up, and moved to the other side of the seats. Nice legs, loose tits. I watched her dig out her phone and search. Her head popped up, mouth dropped before turning to look at me. I smiled. She came back to sit across from me. “It’s true? It says it’s been around for years. You participate in this?” I pointed silently between her legs and made circles with my finger as I smiled and held mini me down. She squinted, then stared at my exposed and throbbing bishop again.

After looking around, she lifted her short violet skirt letting me see her panties in full, and slid them down her legs. My brief look at her dark pubes and shaved labia made mini me jump. She shot her panties across to me. Catching them let my cock lift my shorts for a longer view in both senses. “How did you know I’d pass you my panties instead of calling security?”

“Besides your ultra casual dress, you stared at my exposed cock a long time without blushing. So I took a chance. I’ll stop pressing it down for your viewing pleasure if you spread for me. After all, it is nearly NND.” Her lips puckered. She began to slowly spread her legs, but the boarding call came. “SHIT.” Dropping her clutch, when she bent to get it, one sizeable tit escaped her tank top.

She took her time bending and that rosy nipple stiffened. When I stood, I had to reign in my cock from pointing straight out. She laughed and slowly tucked her tit away. After sniffing her panties, I put them in my bag. “My name is Al.” I extended my hand.

“I’m Pam.” She took my hand and we shook as I guided our hands to my shorts. “Yup, I see you are a shy one. I’m usually naked around my house with my naked hippie parents and brother. So seeing a cock is routine to me, but it’s nice to see a stiff one I caused. My pussy and tits are out all the time so I’m not easily embarrassed.”

“Well then, you are ready for NND but not likely to get a thrill from it. The peak novelty wears off after a few naked moments anyway; I hear. Sometimes it comes back with new blood.” We boarded the half empty flight as I hid my stiff cock. I asked a pretty FA if either of us could change seats and sit together. She stared at my stiffness as she said she had to check the policy for this flight since this was her ordu escort first time to EYW. Another FA said we had to wait until all were aboard, so Pam took her aisle seat in row twenty as I went on to row thirty-two. I turned in time to see her stretch to put her bag in the overhead. Her short skirt climbed to show her firmly toned thighs and the bottom third of her cute bare ass to all around her.

Once the door closed, the pretty FA told Pam she could move to me before we taxied. As she slid past me to the window seat, her skirt caught on my face and I was under it for several heartbeats. Kissing and petting her firm ass was a joy. When I lifted her skirt, I held it high and stared at the close up beauty that was her smooth ass. “Perv. You enjoy the view?”

“Yes, Pam. I wanted to confirm your ass was as toned as your sexy thighs. I didn’t get to feel it to confirm until I kissed it.”

“Oh. Is that part of NND, groping bodies?”

“Well, from what I read, it isn’t, yet it is common so expect to get groped.” Shortly after takeoff, we flew along the Pacific coast before crossing over Mexico and the Gulf. I pulled off my shirt and shoes leaving me in just shorts. Pam stared as I pondered if I could fly naked. That thought and her staring made my dick swell. She noticed and smiled. I called for our pretty FA, Diane, and asked about which laws covered us in flight and if we could fly nude since it would be NND when we land and we weren’t likely to pull over before then.

“I’ll have to call in and check. I’m sure I won’t be allowed to, though that might be fun.” She winked and walked off. Watching her sexy ass sway made my cock rise. With my shorts bunched up, my cock made its bold appearance. Pam giggled and covered it with her hand. For my modesty or her titillation? With her nipples firmly pushing against her loose tank top, I had to believe it was for her enjoyment. She squeezed; I moaned.

Diane came back with a big smile and gleaming blue eyes. “I’m told that our originating state laws govern us and since we are non stop to EYW and both states allow women to be topless, we are allowed that right so long as no one is offended or complains. Further, since both states are respecting National Nude Day, at the stroke of midnight EST and for twenty-four hours, our passengers are allowed to fly naked — again, baring complaints. The flight crew is reminded that we are to maintain ‘a proper uniform’ and may not fly nude.”

Pam and I were shocked at the airline’s liberal attitude. When I stared at her chest, Pam laughed, “OK. I guess you won that one.” She pulled off her top and handed it to me to put into the bin above. Though I pulled my shorts lower, my cock still tented it and I left my bishop exposed. I wasn’t naked — yet. Pam’s tits looked and felt better freed to dance. I dared to pinch and stretch her tall nipples. “I suppose you’re entitled to that since I teased your dick.” Pressing my point, I licked and sucked her tits knowing that several others were watching.

Diane announced the news to all passengers. We saw several blouses fly off. When she completed the official announcement, she removed her scarf and jacket, then her white blouse and plain bra. Dark pink and tall nipples capped her firm C cups. Cheers and applause filled the cabin. “While I can remove my jacket in flight, my skirt is my proper uniform and must stay on.” A few boos laughingly circulated. “But, nothing else is strictly required.” As we wondered what that meant, she bounced her way toward us. The way her tits swayed counter to her hips mesmerized. I wondered what dance experience she had.

Two pretty women sat across the aisle. The closer one called out, “Excuse me. Would you mind helping me remove this?” She teased her top and pouted. Of course, I stood and leaned over her. As I lifted her top off, she latched onto my cock and stroked it before licking my shocked bishop. Though I moaned and thrust my hips to her, I managed to remove her bra and rolled her stiffening nipple.

Her friend said, “What about me? I’m Abi; that’s Ali sucking your cock.” My shorts began sliding down my legs, fully exposing my cock to the two strangers. Pam had decided to expose and check my ass and spread my cheeks before rimming me. Abi reached out and held my exposed balls as her friend sucked me deeper. Diane arrived and pulled me away from them.

“Sorry, but that isn’t allowed until we are at least in NND, though I heard no complaints from the others watching you.” Surrounded by eight tempting tits, my cock throbbed in full rigidity. It was about to get worse.

Diane and I stood by my seat when she grabbed a mic and announced, “Until we get to NND in three hours, you may not fly nude. Consensual sex will be ignored barring complaints. I have some details on what ‘nude’ means today.” She slowly lifted her blue skirt until it was above her hips showing off her sexy legs. “This is not nude and does meet minimal airline requirements for a proper uniform. If anyone objects, raise your osmaniye escort hand.” No one did. She stepped out of her shoes and rolled her pantyhose down and off. No objections. When she teased her panties’ waist out then down, the cabin got eerily quiet. Looking at my shorts around my knees, she said, “As long as Al keeps his shorts on somewhere, he is not nude either.” Staring at my exposed cock and balls, she sent them an air kiss.

She slipped her panties off and spread her shapely legs. Her golden muff glistened; her waxed lips shined, and her moist state nearly dripped. I moaned and my cock throbbed and dripped Cowper’s. “As long as I keep my skirt on until we deplane, even with it where it is, I’m in my proper uniform. Once off duty, well. . . .” She turned and bent to pick up her hose and panties. Her impeccable ass was irresistible. I cupped it, adored it, rimmed its perfect rear hole. She smiled, turned, and kissed me with some tongue. After putting her shoes on, she sashayed down the aisle drawing many stiff cocks into the aisle.

After licking Abi and Ali’s tasty nipples and kissing them, I sat back with Pam who was still not upset about sharing me. For three hours, nearly everyone flew topless and we kept checking our watches.

Diane stood and hoisted her skirt to her navel, her gorgeous tits still out and dancing, her golden pussy beaming, “It’s now midnight EST and ninety-six minutes to touchdown. You may now fly nude until then. Happy National Nude Day.” Smiling, she stood with her legs spread wide and began teasing her clit. I waved her to me so I could do that and eat her. The aisles were crowded with people stripping, petting, and fucking so she was delayed.

Abi stripped and took the center seat by me. She was shaved bare and I cupped her mound before Pam and I fingered her wet pussy together until she climaxed. I kissed her clit and lapped her pussy. She pulled my shorts and Pam’s skirt off. The three of us naked, she sucked my cock, then fingered and ate Pam until she came. I enjoyed that sight. Abi then sucked me deeper and into her tight throat. When she began humming, she also pushed a finger into my ass and milked me. Distantly, I heard me shouting as I pumped a day’s stored cum into her belly. Pam’s mouth was open wide.

Though that was a wonderful release, I knew I was spent for at least twenty minutes. Disappointed that I wouldn’t feel how tight and hot three pussies felt — Pam, Abi, and Diane — I knew I had to save some warm cream for Angela. Ali had other plans for me. She lifted my arm rest and sucked my cock to hardness. As Pam and Abi sucked face, Ali sat on my renewed cock and brought herself to climax. She went back to her seat leaving me blue and hard.

Diane had been watching. “May I help you with that?” She pointed at my pulsing cock. After helping me up, we kissed passionately in the aisle. I finally got to taste her alluring tits and eat her pussy and clit. Almost outer worldly, she was sweeter than any woman I ever tasted. After climaxing on my mouth and fingers, she turned and bent over the empty seats in front of Abi and Ali. I gently slapped her perfect ass then spread her cheeks and rimmed her.

With my cock leaking and strained, I slipped into her beautiful pussy from the rear. She was wet and loose until I was fully inside her. Then her strong pussy and swollen labia gripped me like an arm wrestling champ. Beyond the usual hot squeeze, this mature, sweet pussy twisted and folded my cock like a Cirque de Soleil performer. I never knew that was possible. Pain level two, ecstasy level nine. She guided it to her G spot when she was ready. It was divine; she was divine. Hands free, she made me cum hard in her as she smiled and groaned.

My cock was captive in her almighty pussy until she deemed to set it free. Spent and a mere wraith of its former burly self, she took mini me in mouth and breathed life back into it. “I need twenty minutes to recover. It’s dead til then.”

Diane lapped my soft self, “Shhh, let me take care of that.” In less than five minutes, my dead cock rose again. Her agile tongue turned and folded it like her pussy had. Long enough to fill her throat, her acrobatics dealt with my thickness and she “inhaled” me. When she hummed softly, I tensed to fill her belly with my cum. Instead, she edged me. “Dip into my pussy again and bite my nipples. Then fill my ass with all you’ve got. I want to feel you dripping from both holes.”

My jaw dropped; my eyes popped. Abi and Pam leaned over the seat and watched closely. Her pussy felt looser and wetter than before. I guessed it was all my cum, but looking back, I was probably wrong. Her beautiful tits felt different and they squirt something in my mouth; it wasn’t milk. While I enjoyed her taste and wet pussy, my dominant thought was ASS. She bent over and I spread her idyllic cheeks. Her bleached hole now looked looser than earlier. It easily welcomed my thick cock.

With minimal resistance, my bishop popped past her first sinop escort ring muscle. The burst of warmth made me moan. The girls watched wide-eyed at how easily I slid into that beautiful ass. Pubes against her rear, balls tapping her pussy dripping my cum, I froze there and absorbed her heat. Mini me took over and pulled out to his glans, then quickly thrust back in. Ten, twenty times he pumped us. She squirmed, screamed in painful pleasure. My cock lurched and locked my hips firmly against her ass.

Her second sphincter yielded easily. My balls sent impossible cum rushing in my shaft and filled her bowels. She groaned with every thrust. Had I been paying more attention, I would have noted an impossible third sphincter. When she collapsed on the seats, I molded against her back, both exhausted.

After I finally pulled out, Diane produced a napkin and collected my cum from both holes. She stashed the napkin and passed me an alcohol wipe, “Pam wants to feel you in her pussy and ass. You have time to fuck her well.” Pam held up her hands to block me, but Diane whispered something to her. She looked at me, astonished, and signaled me to come to her. She whispered to Abi who startled and stared open mouthed.

As I caught my breath, I waved her off and wiped my dick clean. “I’m exhausted. Mini me is a dead rope. Give me half an hour and I’m happy to fuck both of you.” Pam dropped to her knees and lapped my withered painful dick. When I tried to pull away, she did something new to her and captured my dead dick. It twitched, surged, grew to reach her throat. In seconds it was in her throat making me feel alive again. She hummed, lay on the floor, and guided my revived cock into her tight pussy. I bit her nipples as I plunged deep into her and felt her guide me to her G spot. This -gasp- all feels familiar. How did Diane teach her so much so fast? Abi sat on her face and kissed me. I filled Pam’s pussy with cum I shouldn’t have.

Abi leaned forward and licked our juncture. She licked and sucked my soggy dick then drank my cream pie from Pam’s pussy. Reaching behind her, she tried to wake my cock again and feed it to her pussy or ass. Ali tried to take control of it, but I pulled back gasping in pain. I watched the three women love each other and stared at Diane. My mouth and fingers still worked so I helped Abi cum then helped Ali with Pam. Exhausted, I fell asleep on the floor.

Diane woke me by sitting on my face and rubbing her sweet nectar on it. What a pleasant way to wake. “We’re on final approach to Key West. Better get up and strap in, sleepy head. Your choice if you want to get dressed or walk the airport naked. As soon as the last passenger leaves the plane, I’m off duty and will pack my skirt away in my carrier. We can walk naked together to meet your girlfriend. I’m sure we can surprise her.”

In stereo, we heard, “Hey don’t forget us. We like being naked and will walk with you. Diane, won’t you get in trouble?” She laughed. Most of the women stayed topless, some naked with their partner. We were the last four off the plane. As promised, as soon as Diane stepped on the walkway, she stripped off her skirt and twirled happily naked. The three women took turns keeping my cock stiff as we walked. All I needed was a glance at Diane’s perfect ass and glistening pussy. Pam looked great naked too.

Security came and asked Diane questions. “Why are you naked and pulling a FA bag? Do you have ID?” She said she was Diane West and showed her badge. “Come with us, please miss ‘West;’ we have more questions.” She kissed each of us goodbye and licked my ear as she squeezed my cock before walking away with two extremely attentive officials.

At the gate standing gobstruck was Angela. Frozen mid wave, she was in green running shorts and a yellow tank top — daringly braless and no VPL. “Wh-wh-what happened to your clothes? So many came off your flight topless or naked. Is that because of NND?” I hugged and kissed her as Ali pulled her shorts to her ankles. She was commando and her trimmed bush stood out in the crowd. She squeaked and bent for her shorts which allowed me to casually pull her tank top off leaving her naked with us. Quickly covering her C cup tits with stiff nipples or her hairy pussy, she stared at my stiff cock and the three naked strangers who helped strip her in public.

“Yes, honey. I met Pam at SFO and had her strip for me when she stared at my bare cock. Abi and Ali were passengers who gripped my cock. We spent most of the flight naked along with the FA just taken away. Doesn’t she have a perfect body for sex? Let’s get out of here. I’ll tell you everything when we get home. You girls need a ride?” We exchanged numbers with the thought we would get together somewhere during Nude Day, or make our own Nude Day with Angela another time. Ali whispered something lengthy in Angi’s ear. Her jaw dropped. She stared at my cock. The three girls grabbed an Uber together.

Meanwhile, in the Security office, the officials called in other officials to discuss what to do with Diane when really, they just wanted to stare at her beautiful bod and do repeated body cavity searches. “Oh come on fellas. You’ve all had a long look in my ass and pussy. There’s nothing in there. Why am I here? Are you aware this is National Nude Day and we should all be naked?”

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