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I was in 7th heaven. It truly was like riding a bicycle. It cums back to you in an instant. My cock felt so very much “at home” in Della’s pussy. It felt so very natural, even having Suzie stepping into the room while Della and I rekindled the past.

I stopped thrusting into Della, just pressing my hardness against her as hard as I could, and holding steady while she gyrated her ass back against me. The walls of her pussy were massaging me, milking me, urging me onward. The guttural sounds coming from Della told me that she was enjoying this just as much as I was, and that was important to me. She always seemed to be taking care of other people’s needs and desires, this was for her (o.k., I confess, it was somewhat self-serving for me also).

My concentration on what was happening below my waist was interrupted by Suzie’s voice. She called back, over her shoulder to the store, “Debbie, Barbie, just keep browsing if you’d like, I’ve got some business to take care of”. With that she stepped the rest of the way into the dressing room and closed the door behind herself. Oh my god, there were still people in the store! My fears were confirmed by two very distinct female voices replying that they were fine, and for Suzie to “take her time”.

Suzie began walking over to the far corner of the dressing room. As she walked past me she put her hand on my shoulder, as if we were meeting in some place even more public than this store, looked me in the eyes as I looked up and apologized for not getting a chance to properly greet me when I walked into the store, but she had been busy. She then leaned forward and offered up her mouth for a very erotic, sensual, fully interactive kiss. Our tongues were invading each other’s mouths, dueling with each other. elazığ escort I could fell Della’s movements not only because of the fact my cock was buried deeply within her incredible pussy, but Suzie was leaning forward, keeping her balance by having her hand resting on the small of Della’s back, so the movements were transferred also through Suzie.

Breaking the kiss Suzie continued to the corner of the room, sitting down in an overstuffed chair that was situated there. When she sat down the hem of her mini-dress slid up her thighs until it was obvious she was wearing thigh-high hose with garters. It was also obvious that the material of her thong was soaking wet and pulled tight in between her pussy lips. This had to be obvious to Della also, since where Suzie had sat down at was about four feet directly in front of Della’s face. Della confirmed the view with “oh my god, this is so great. I’ve waited so long for this, and with my two friends. Della then began fucking back against me with even more energy, and the events that were unfolding caused me to press back against her with increased intensity. I couldn’t get deep enough inside of her hot pussy. I wanted to just follow my cock right up inside of her, as if that were possible.

Not to be left out Suzie reached over to a lampstand beside the chair, slid open a drawer, and removed the most impressive looking vibrator I’d even seen. It was very anatomically correct, but in very vivid colors. It also had one of those clit-teasers on it that could either tease your clit, or if turned 180 degrees would work over that area between a woman’s pussy and their puckered opening. As Suzie slouched downward in the chair even more she placed the tip of the man-made erzincan escort dick into her mouth, sucking on it as if it were a real cock. She was licking it all over while staring straight into my eyes. The message was very clear. She then reached down with her right hand and pulled her thong off to the side, out of the way. With her left hand she pressed the tip of the now humming vibrator up against the lips of her gleaming slick pussy (which very obviously became almost perfectly smooth probably at the same time Della’s had). As soon as she had it completely moistened she pressed on it until with very apparent wet sounds it slipped into her pussy. After fucking herself for just a few moments she withdrew it from her pussy, and saying that it still seemed a little dry, offered it up to Della. Della, lost in the feelings of the released tension didn’t think twice before closing her eyes, reaching out with the tip of her tongue, and licking Suzie’s juices off of the dildo. She then slipped her mouth down over the length of the synthetic cock, taking it down her throat. That scene caused a groan to come from my lips, remembering exactly how that felt when Della had done the same thing to my very real cock.

This didn’t last long. Even though Suzie hadn’t missed a beat by keeping her fingers actively involved with stroking her clit, and dipping two fingers into her pussy, she wanted the artificial cock back inside of her pussy and that’s where she put it. Her movements quickly began to imitate, stroke for stroke, the fucking that her friend Della was getting less than four feet away. Suzie continued to fuck herself with the vibrator, massaging her tits and nipples with her free hand, and verbally cheering Della and erzurum escort I on.

As soon as Suzie buried that phallic toy back into her pussy the sheer sight of that pushed Della over the top. She rammed her pussy back against me as hard as she could, holding it still while I felt her pussy contracting over and over again on my dick. Once again all she could say was “oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck…” That entire combination of events served to take me over the top also, my cock swelling and the pressure traveling up from my balls, almost being forced out of my balls by the pressure of Della’s thighs pushing back against me. My cum exploded into Della’s warmth, but only momentarily. She had other things in mind, quickly regaining energy from somewhere she moved her pussy off of me, spun around grabbing a hold of my throbbing dick, and began sucking the remainder of my cum out of me and into her mouth. A couple blasts of the cum fell short, falling onto her tits. Wanting to make sure that nothing goes to waste, or perhaps it was to prevent stains on the fabric of her bench, Suzie used her fingers to wipe the cum off of Della’s breasts and deposit it inside of her own mouth.

The world was spinning around my head, and I suspect around Della’s also. But there was no time to worry about that. Suzie opened up the doors to an armoire that was close by, took out two very plush robes, and handed them to Della and I. Suzie quickly readjusted her clothing and then grabbed both of us by the hands telling us to follow her, that she had a bed waiting at her house. We then burst out of the dressing room, being brought back to reality quickly upon seeing the two “customers” trying to act very nonchalant right outside the dressing room doors. It was obvious we had just been their main course of entertainment, and I doubt that they’d been disappointed.

Hollering back at Debbie and Barbie to “lock up the store” we quickly went out the back of the store and into Suzie’s van. I strongly suspected our day had just begun!

(to be continued)

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Several years ago, we had the opportunity to book a holiday in a Caribbean place, near Cancun, Mexico.

It was an opportunity of a lifetime, spending a couple of weeks in a all-in luxurious resort like this.

There were different hotels located and we enjoyed every evening a different type of food in various restaurants.

Our hotel was located near the beach, with a fabulous swimming pool just down the stairs.

Every day, breakfast was served around the swimming pool.

During the day we often took the opportunity to visit towns in the neighborhood, and we also made a couple of trips to the fabulous Maya temples and sites.

On one night, during our evening stroll after dinner, we decided to have a couple of more drinks at a bar near the beach. The weather in the Caribbean is very mild, a light summer breeze, a few cocktails, we felt very happy. During dinner we had already quite some wine. I saw that adding the cocktails on top rendered my wife a little bit tipsy and she started to chat and laugh a bit more and looser than usual. She always maintains control of herself, since she is a teacher, she can’t afford to loose her reputation. But the alcohol and given the fact that nobody here knew us seemed to make her loosen up a bit.

When we walked back to our hotel, evening was already kicking in, and in the Caribbean this can happen quite fast, so along the road the dim street lights were lit.

As she felt quite happy and was giggling, she suddenly turned to me and lifted her T top and bra, showing me her small but firm breasts. She wiggled them in front of me, thinking we were completely alone, but suddenly another couple came around the bend.

She didn’t notice at first and walked backwards a small distance until she came right beneath a lamp post, showing clearly her bare breast in full light. Suddenly, she noticed the other couple and quickly lowered her cloth. We both smiled when they walked by us, and the fellow twinkled an eye so we where pretty sure they had a good view on her breasts.

We continued our way, and she giggled and blushed, a bit ashamed of what happened. I told her she excited me a lot, showing off her breasts to strangers. She didn’t respond at first being quite amazed about my answer. She held me closely and we continued walking towards our hotel.

In some way I could sense that this moment could be the perfect opportunity to realize one of my fantasies. She was holding her body very close to mine, as we walked arm in arm.

I could feel her excitement in a certain way, and I wondered what her response would be if I asked her to remove her bra and panties. I grasped all of my courage and whispered the question in her ear.

She is very conservative, and never would do anything a little bit wilder than classic normal sexual relations as husband and wife. In the past I tried sometimes to make her part of some of my fantasies, but she never responded in a positive way, so over the years, our sex life had become very poor.

My heart bounced when I popped the proposal, but to my astonishment, she stepped a bit away and in the darkness of the evening and stripped down her panties from under her skirt. She grabbed under her T and opened and removed her bra.

With a naughty smile she handed over her bra and panties and started to kiss me tightly.

I could feel her nervousness and excitement, as I am sure she also could feel mine without a doubt.

The road was longing the beach and I could see some lights in another nearby beach bar.

As we were walking along, I slowly slid my hand underneath her skirt, teasing her, sometimes lifting the back or the front. She giggled and surely the alcohol played a role, but she also seemed to overcome some of her inhibitions. Every time, she tried to hold her skirt down, but made it only seem like this.

As we were nearing the beach bar, I saw that there where still a couple of customers enjoying a drink in the dim light.

I proposed to have a last night cap. She refused, but I felt it wouldn’t take much to convince her and we slowly walked up to the bar, while I gently kissed her. She let me guide her to a bar stool, next to one of the guys who were sitting there. The bar lantern was just above her and I could see her hardened nipple protrude her tight T top.

She wiggled around nervously on the bar stool, knowing she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and being aware of the presence of the 2 young men behind her.

We ordered a drink at the girl bartender.

She Kept her knees tight together and while she sipped at the straw of her cocktail, held her arms tight against her body, afraid to expose her breast through her Tee.

We where facing each other and again I started to kiss her tightly. I could feel a little trembling of her kahramanmaraş escort body when I slid my hand over her leg, just barely under her short skirt.

She giggled nervously but I could sense her excitement.

The 2 guys at the bar didn’t pay any attention, they where involved in a conversation, and the girl behind the bar was starting to clean up since it was already late. She obviously didn’t expect any customers to come by.

My fantasies rushed through my head, and I decided to take things a little bit further.

I asked her if she would want to go to the bathroom, just a bit around the bar. During the walk, she would have to pretend to drop something and bend over. Knowing she had no panties would expose her pussy. But due to the dim light, nobody would see anyhow I said.

She refused at first, but I kept giving her gentle kisses in her neck and around her ears. I know this arouses her a lot. I also made sure to “accidentally “touch her hardened nipples over her tee.

Reluctantly she got up from the bar stool, not only her, but by now also my blood was rushing though my veins.

To go to the rest room she had to go past the 2 men and would be right in the sight of one of them, if she would bend over.

I watched her walk by slowly, and suddenly I couldn’t believe she really bend over without going through her knees. She probably was so nervous she didn’t realize her bare but showed in full light of one of the lanterns. Her skirt rolled up more than she would have wanted.

That caught the attention of the guy facing her, as their conversation silenced for a moment. It was clear he had caught a glimpse of my wife’s but and maybe her pussy to.

As he signaled his mate to turn around, my wife had quickly straightened her dress and continued to the rest room.

Meanwhile the guy turned around and smiled at me, and continued the conversation with his friend, but I could overhear they were talking about my wife’s bare but and giggling.

After a short while my wife came back and while she passed both men, they couldn’t keep their eyes of her. Probably hoping they could have another peek.

When she returned to her chair, I saw her questioning eyes. She could instantly see that I had become very excited about her little show, without saying any words, she understood she exposed her bare but and maybe even more. I could feel her heart pounding, when I again kissed her, but now deeply and intensely, running my hand further down under her skirt, teasingly close to her shaved pussy.

As she could feel through my shorts my hardened penis, I could sense her wetness.

I slowly ran my other hand under her T, stroking gently her back.

Over her shoulder I could see that we had full attention of both men, behind my wife.

They were well bronzed, quite athletic, and good looking.

My wife and I continued giving each other gentle kisses and caresses, while intermittently taking a sip of our drinks. It had been a long time ago since I had seen my wife as excited.

She pleadingly proposed to go to our hotel room, but I continued to tease her and hold off on leaving the bar. I started again kissing her neck and behind her ears and now moved my hand even further underneath her skirt. She nervously tried to hold her knees tightly together, but I slowly managed to run a finger over her pussy.

My other hand now moved from her back to under her tee, close to her breast.

Needless to say, that both guys didn’t part an eye anymore.

I saw that one of them was rubbing his dick over his shorts, while the other one stood behind his friend and held one of his hands on his hips and was kissing his neck.

They obviously where very close friends, and the scene made me nearly explode from desire.

I don’t know what gave me the courage, but while I continued kissing and caressing my wife, I discretely signaled them to approach.

To y amazement the first guy pulled his dick out of his shorts. It must have been at least 20cm long. A big difference compared to my modest 13 cm. I was shocked but couldn’t stop myself hoping he would step closer. His friend, from behind him, gently started to stroke the large penis that by now was hard as a rock, as they both continued watching my caresses and kisses with my wife.

My wife had her hands on my legs and tried to run them inside my shorts.

By now I succeeded also to open her legs a bit more so I could reach her clit that I was rubbing.

I could feel her breath increase, and she was losing herself, not caring anymore of her where abouts.

The girl behind the bar seemed by now also to have noticed something exciting was going on, and I saw her intermittently watching us, slightly embarrassed, but kastamonu escort surely aroused, although she only could catch a glimpse of my wife’s hard nipples through the T.

She could only imagine what was happening below the bar.

My penis now also was rock hard as my wife has succeeded to unbutton my shorts. Unfortunately for her, having such a small penis, it barely could reach out over the top of my panties while sitting down.

But she playfully caressed the uncut top and noticed the pre cum. I had never experienced her in this state of arousal. To may again amazement she even licked intermittently my pre cum of her fingers, keeping her eyes locked into mine.

I do not know if she was aware of what was going on behind her. By now, both guys had their dicks out of their pants and where masturbating each other slowly.

I again signaled them to come closer.

I grabbed my wife’s arm and guided it behind her back while the first man approached and presented his long dick.

I could sense a strong shiver, shock and trembling of her body when she suddenly touched the penis.

She wanted to draw back her hand in panic, but I held firmly, making her grasp her hand around it.

Whilst I held my hand over hers, around the man’s penis, he slowly started to stroke back and forth.

I could see the panic in my wife’s eyes, but she didn’t’ release or struggle anymore, so I slowly released my grip.

She didn’t move her eyes out of mine, and without a word, started stroking the guy’s penis.

His friend had now stepped aside, and was watching the exciting show, also masturbating his own penis, exposing his gland to my wife.

I saw she couldn’t hold back from having a look at this huge, long penis from time to time, and I could read in her eyes she was questioning me for my approval.

I gently smiled back at her, continuing by now to slowly finger her wet pussy. She didn’t seem to hold back anymore to my pressure to open up her legs and let me even roll up her skirt, so her pussy was completely exposed to both men.

While the guy behind me continued to close in closer to me, watching her fully exposed pussy, his friend had put one of his hands on her shoulder. Once again, I felt a strong shiver run through my wife’s body. At a first I saw her body move as if she wanted to shake off his hand from her, but after a few caresses she gave in.

Meanwhile she seemed so hypnotized by what happened to her, that she continued stroking the man’s penis. He again closed in a little bit closer. As he looked at me, he started giving gentle kisses in the neck of my wife. I just sat there exploding from excitement, continuing to rub and finger her pussy. Watching this man touch my wife only did grow my excitement.

Neither of us could stop by now. I saw that my wife closed her eyes by now, as the man had run his hands under her Tee. I was so paralyzed by the view, that I didn’t notice that the other man, from behind me was rubbing his dick against my back. A strange warm feeling came over me, whilst I could keep my eyes off watching my wife. I didn’t want to miss anything of this fabulous adventure, so I leaned back a little bit, to see clearly how by now the guy behind my wife was groping her breasts and playing with her hard nipples under her tee. Whilst still her hand stroking his penis, exposing his glans, I slowly lifted her tee over her breasts, so they now where also completely exposed. The girl behind the bar could by now also have a clear sight, as the lights from the bar illuminated her by now completely naked body.

She nervously and shyly tried to hide from looking at us and my wife, but I noticed she also was enjoying the show.

I by now seemed to be the only one that didn’t have any genitals on full display, I could resist any more and as I dropped my shorts and pants, my small penis popped out, hard as stone, exposing a shiny wet gland full of pre cum.

My wife wanted to start masturbating my dick, but suddenly the guy behind me grabbed her wrist and moved her had aside as he groped my penis and started jerking. At first slowly, but gradually quite brutally, squeezing hard, around the shaft, pulling down hard on my foreskin.

My wife’s eyes got bigger when she saw how this man guided my free hand towards his penis, making me masturbate him. As in a waze, I instinctively started jerking his long pole, meanwhile watching my wife’s tits being groped by the other guy.

How far would we take this I wondered and all my fantasies of seeing another man fuck my wife started to rush through my head.  None of us seemed to be able to stop anymore, as I saw my wife’s excitement making her body started to produce light and strong shakes whilst I penetrated my fingers into kayseri escort her wide-open pussy.

She seemed to enjoy watching me getting stroked by this other guy, who by now had removed all of his clothes and also unbuttoned my shirt, touching and playing with my nipples in front of her.

I gestured her to stand up, so I was able to unzip her skirt and make it drop to the floor.

Again, I took some distance to be able to get a good look at my wife, obeying my signal to spread her legs. The man behind her understood what he had to do and kneeled in front of her.

His mouth close to her cunt, I held her hand s and while we locked our eyes, she could understand again my approval. Without moving an inch, she allowed this man to start licking her pussy while I watched and got masturbated from the other guy

I saw her body shake and shiver under the penetrating and flipping tongue of the guy over my wife’s clit and cunt, dripping from saliva and wetness.

As her body started shaking more and more, I pulled down on her arms, making her bend forward.

For a while, I held her in this position, her legs spread, her bum and pussy exposed to the evening light. We both knew what was going to happen, as the man stepped up behind her. She lifted her head and again seeked for approval, which I didn’t hesitate to give with a light nod od my head. Once again, our eyes stayed locked together. I suddenly realized the man had pushed his long hard penis into my wife’s wet cunt when I saw her body getting pushed my way and I heard her give a light moan.

With very thrust, I could now see her titties bounce back and forth, as the guy was speeding up his penetrations.

What started slowly, got faster and harder. I saw that my wife at first was seemingly having trouble with the size and the length going into her cunt, as she was biting her lips.

I couldn’t resist when the guy behind me made me get up from the chair and started holding me tightly, pushing my back so my penis was pointing forward and he kept on stroking it right in front of my wife’s face. I again grabbed his large dick and masturbates him in an equal rhythm.

I had never been able to believe that one day this fantasy of mine would have become reality.

Both consentuous and aware of what was happening we could now enjoy this adventure fully.

Without any inhibitions, I enjoyed watching my wife getting groped and fucked by a stranger, and she enjoyed the fact I wanted to see her getting penetrated by this long penis.

Meanwhile I could feel that the man behind me started rubbing his dick against my butthole.

I moved closer to my wife, still being fucked doggy style and kneeled down to have a good look how that large penis was penetrating her wet wide-open cunt. Her tits where bouncing over my head when I looked up and enjoyed the sight.

The guy fucking my wife pulled out his dick and laid down in the warm sand in front of the bar.

I helped my wife to sit down facing me, on his erect pole pointing straight up, guiding his dick again inside her pussy. I loved the sight of seeing her bounce up and down on his penis, shiny from her wet juices.

Suddenly I felt a push in my back from his friend, forcing me, on my knees in front of that stroking penetrating dick. He pushed my head down to make me lick her cunt and clit while she got fucked.

While on my knees licking my wife’s cunt, I felt he started to lick my but hole and grab my penis, again jerking it brutally.

I felt I couldn’t hold back anymore, watching and getting masturbated, hearing my wife moan from pleasure and excitement, was starting to bring me to ejaculate.

All off a sudden I felt that the guy behind me had managed to push his dick a little bit into my ass home and started to cum. I could feel warm sperm starting to run down on my thighs.

My wife by now was speeding up her movements, I could see she was cumming too, and the guy beneath her was not holding back. With his dick barried deep inside her he shot his hot sperm inside my wife. As also I released a load, I tried to shoot it on her tits.

As she got off his penis, I saw cum dripping out of her cunt whilst she rubbed mine all over her tits and licked her fingers.

We all of a sudden regained our senses, as I touched my wife, her body twisted and tweaked proving she had cum like never before.

Whilst I pressed her naked body against mine, both guys started to dress up, and slowly walked away, smiling.

We stood there for a short while, and we realized all of a sudden, we were stark naked.

My wife smiled at me when I caressed her pussy and I felt how the cum from the other guy was still dripping out of her cunt.

We had completely forgotten he girl behind the bar. She had been watching the whole scene from up close and smiled. I wondered if she had been masturbating.

She handed over our clothes with a naughty smile.

We got dressed and slowly walked away as we saw she switched of the light at the bar.

Innocent and unintentional it turned out to be a fantastic adventure for both of us.

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— On The Plane —

Emi looked out of the jet plane window. They were over the Philippine sea and there was a clear blue sky. Soon they would land in Taiwan and then take a propeller plane somewhere between Taiwan and the Philippines. Apparently, it was a privately owned island.

She thought of home. Or at least, what she used to think of as home. She wondered how her brothers and father were getting along without her. She wondered how Evan was fairing. She had liked how he was starting to become a man after having lived with a woman, but now she feared that he might regress back into his old teen ways. She wondered if he was still reading those types of stories, trying to escape from reality and the pain of his loss.

Emi could certainly relate to loss. Her whole world had turned upside-down in the span of just a few short months. Everything had been normal before that. Work had been fun and safe, but then suddenly everything seemed to be about nudity. If she was super-girl, as Sam kept calling her, then nudity was definitely her kryptonite.

It all started with those stupid stories. Deep down Emi wished that she had never read them. She knew that we are a product of our environment and now a tiny piece of her innocence had been lost because of those stories. It wouldn’t have been so bad if it was just the stories but she now realized that Doug’s topless poster had also not been good for her. It had kept the stories fresh in her mind. The leash often reminded her of them, and just having a nude slave in the office reminded her of mailgirls, of Danica. It didn’t help that she was also Japanese. It didn’t help that the poster was of an Asian girl that resembled her.

That was all bad enough but then the whole Woo thing had happened. She still needed to block Woo out of her mind. She refused to let that destroy her. She refused to be a victim, even though she was. He was just a pathetic old man who risked his whole life just to see her without clothes. What was it with men and nudity, she thought? What was he doing or planning to do with her pictures? She didn’t want to think about that.

She thought of Jeffery, once again. He had been on her mind a lot recently. She tried to keep her thoughts pure and just remember how he had helped her, but she just could not forget how his eyes had looked when he had seen that first topless picture. Then when she opened the next picture he had seen everything. Why had she opened that next picture in front of him? What had she been thinking?

He saw her breasts. He saw her… everything, her pubic area. He saw her completely naked on a big screen. He was a co-worker. A young man. It was so embarrassing. How much did he really see? How many pictures did he look at before he came to tell her? Also, he had that full-frontal picture on his phone. How many times had he looked at it before telling her about it? Did he zoom in and look at it carefully, memorizing every detail?

She shook her head and tried to get a hold of her run-away imagination. Jeffery was just a good person who had been helping her, she told herself, once again. Why did she keep torturing herself with the details?

Her seat was feeling warm, so she shifted a bit. The airplane was too warm. She took a sip of water and tried to stop thinking about exposed her body had been. But it was hard to stop thinking about that. The whole thing with the swimsuits and then the big deal. Mr. Lim and his outrageous comments that they were going to have to work in the nude. Work in the nude! Or expose themselves on a public beach. That was crazy!

Despite all that had happened, she couldn’t help but chuckle to herself when she thought of where she was headed right now. After all of that, she was now flying to a nudist resort!

She knew that there was no way she would have gotten on this plane without seeing the strength and sanity of Becca and Su-Ning. Those two women were the one comforting thing in this crazy world. Just thinking about them made her feel better.

Things were definitely turning around. A great new job with excellent pay, new co-worker friends, she had become the lead, then that big deal. Now here they all were flying to some island in Asia.

It was surreal how much change had happened in such a short period of time. Emi hoped that life on the island would be slower and more peaceful so that they could just relax and move forward building great apps.

“Suck my ass!” Sam blurted suddenly into the piece of paper on which she was writing. “Identify yourself. Any wrong answer can be grounds for prosecution. Choose only one. Asian or Caucasian,” she read out loud with disgust. “So what am I, Emi?” she asked incredulously.

“Um…” Emi hesitated.

“That’s exactly right,” Sam blurted. “No matter what I say, there is a chance some idiot will say it’s wrong and have grounds to prosecute me, because of this stupid piece of paper,” she spat with disgust.

“Quit being a drama queen Sam. You do this every time,” Becca said from across the aisle. “It hatay escort doesn’t matter what you mark because both are correct.”

Hannah stuck her head out from the seat beside Becca. “I say neither, she’s an alien, not from this world. What’s the word again? Oh right, she’s a HAPA,” said Hannah with a smile.

Sam stuck her tongue out at Hannah.

“Hapa?” Emi asked.

“It means ‘half’ in Hawaiian,” Becca explained. “Commonly used to describe runty little half-breeds,” she smiled.

Sam gave her the finger.

They landed in Taiwan and looked around the exotic airport for a while before they boarded a smaller propeller aircraft to fly out towards the small island.

After they had again been flying for a while, Emi grabbed a hand-full of brochures from the seat pocket in front of her. One had a small map of the island. There was one city, three towns and lots of beachfront with resorts scattered all around the perimeter of the island.

“What is the name of our resort?” Emi asked Becca, over the roaring noise of the propeller plane.

“You won’t find it on the map. I’m not sure they have a name for it yet. It’s still under construction or at least not yet open,” Becca said loudly.

Emi noticed that one of the small towns on the far side of the map was called Hapa. She pointed it out to Becca with a smile.

Becca snatched the map from Emi. “Hey half-breed! Emi found your long lost people,” and tossed the map to a bewildered Sam.

Sam looked at it for a moment. “My people!” she yelled, her eyes almost popping out of her head. But then after a moment of consideration, she said. “Probably just some foreign name that doesn’t mean the same thing.”

Becca passed Sam another info pamphlet.

“Holy-shit, my people!” she yelled again, smiling like an idiot. “Thanks, carrot-top!”

Hannah was fixing her bun. “Let me see!” she said as she leaned over with her hands still on her bun.

“Back-off, cream-puff!” Sam warned angrily, hugging the pamphlet to her chest.

Everyone laughed.

Emi felt a brief moment of jealousy. They all have cute nicknames, she thought. Well, on second thought, they are not so cute, she chuckled.

“Oh look,” Sam said excitedly, “I CAN specify HAPA for my identity.” She smiled in astonishment.

Emi looked at the declaration forms. It was true. However, she found it odd that ‘Asian’ and ‘Japanese’ were both there separately.

“That’s probably just an old form that they have never bothered to update,” Becca said, noting Emi’s confusion and where her finger was. “Back during World War II, this place was occupied by the Japanese briefly,” Becca informed her while passing Emi a historical pamphlet.

Wonderful, Emi thought. I’m the enemy here.

“It was a long time ago. I’m sure it’s nothing,” Becca assured Emi, over the roaring of the plane.

“English is the official language here,” Hannah announced. “They have so many languages. The second most common language is Filipino, followed by Mandarin. Spanish is a distant fourth that the more elderly tend to know. They also have a mixed lingo that some of the youth like to use, Hokaglish. It’s a fun mix of English, Filipino, and Mandarin,” she read from the brochure.

The plane’s seatbelt warnings came on. They were about to land. Everyone put away the brochures and pamphlets.

— The Resort —

The airport security personnel were scary looking. They had machine guns and assault rifles. The passport checks were all going fairly quick until they looked at Emi’s passport. Emi remained calm as they spent extra time looking back and forth at her and the passport, but finally, they waved her through. Finally, everyone’s bags were all scanned again as if they were going to board another airplane, but it went fairly smoothly.

After they picked up their luggage Su-Ning came to greet them all. She was very well dressed in classy but light clothes, ideal for the hot and humid climate.

“Becca!” Su-Ning ran up and excitedly shook her hand. “You must all be tired, I have a limo waiting to take you all to the resort,” she said excitedly as she led everyone to the airport exit doors.

Once outside a blast of hot and humid air hit Emi. She felt overdressed as Su-Ning and the driver helped everyone load their luggage into the trunk. Then they all got in and the limo pulled away from the small airport.

“There sure was a lot of scary-looking security,” Sam said as she looked back at the airport.

Su-Ning smiled. “No, they are not scary. Scary is NOT having them. These islands, as you might know, were once a hub of Mafia control. Over thirty years ago a bunch of Chinese-Filipino merchants banded together and cleaned up this one island in the middle,” she explained.

“Mafia?” Sam said incredulously.

“Not a single mafia incident in over twenty years,” Su-Ning said proudly. “We actually have the highest safety rating in the entire Philippines area she said. Which is why this island’s tourism business ığdır escort is booming,” she said with a slight Filipino accent.

As they drove along, the girls all looked out of the windows excitedly. The landscape was bright and full of little hills and winding roads and palm trees. It was very exotic. It was paradise, thought Emi.

After almost a half-hour of driving, they arrived in a small town. They drove down the main strip just behind a row of buildings along the waterfront. There was a fast-food ‘Jollibee’ hamburger joint. There was also a small supermarket, a mini-movie theatre, a Starbucks clone, a Seven-Eleven clone, and various corner stores and businesses.

“Yes! Tomb Raider, coming soon,” Sam said excitedly as she watched the theatre pass by. She bumped fists with Becca and they smiled at each other.

Su-Ning pointed to a four-story medium-sized office building on the waterfront that was between two massive beachfront hotels. “That’s the central marketing building on the island. Recently I have been working with them on some ideas for the apps that we need. They also have their own dev team and have supported us up until now,” she explained. “The resort will soon be open. It’s three miles up the beach around the corner.”

Next, they passed some motels and cafes along the strip before turning in to a section of roads that were more just hills and palm trees and not heavily populated. Five minutes later they turned down a small winding road that eventually brought them up to a modern looking, fairly large dramatically high tech-looking building. It was very wide, like a warehouse, and three stories high and looked to be kind of pyramid-shaped on the sides. Emi thought it kind of reminded her of Blade Runner a bit, except the color was a friendly shade of blue.

“Funny shaped building,” Sam remarked.

“Yes. It is the latest technology in hurricane-resistant construction. We want our guests to feel extremely safe,” Su-Ning explained as the limo came to a halt.

The driver got out and helped them with their luggage. After everyone was taken care of the Chinese driver thanked everyone. He also had a Filipino accent. It seems like everyone on the island does.

There were really thick bushes or rock walls all around and it looked like the only way to the beach, from where they were, was to go through the massive building.

They walked up and the strong metal doors opened automatically. Inside was a beautiful info area with maps and plaques and other stuff all related to the resort. It was like a relaxed and posh tourist info place.

Su-Ning nodded to someone behind the counter and they walked to another room that looked like a small airport screening area.

“That side room on the left there is where everyone has to put all forbidden electronic devices. We protect guests by not allowing any device with a camera,” Su-Ning explained.

Becca and Sam looked at each other with concern. All of their laptops and phones had cameras. Hannah had her mouth open.

“We provide camera-free laptops and customized Apple Watches for our guests on-site. When guests leave the premises to go to town or anywhere else on the island you can retrieve your devices on the way out and check them back in when you return,” Su-Ning said, with a reassuring smile.

Becca nodded, seemingly reassured. “We might need a day or two to set up our work environments on the new machines,” she added.

“That is fine. Also, note that our WIFI is very restrictive and filters out all outgoing images and video,” Su-Ning added. “We have pretty good laptops here, but for you four I ordered brand new high end 15″ MacBook pros. Will that work?”

“Yes, that will work,” Becca answered.

“If necessary, our IT can clone your hard drives… if that will help,” Su-Ning added.

After the guest entrance area, the girls received their new camera-less laptops and Apple Watches. They took their bags and new devices with them into the large building. Su-Ning lead them to their sleeping quarters. They were each given their own tiny room. Each was barely big enough to just comfortably contain a bed. The rooms were obviously meant to be just for sleeping. There was no TV, bathroom, desk or anything that would make you want to stay in the room for a prolonged period of time.

After they had settled in, they looked around the building briefly, noting the eating areas, massage area, the lounge and bath area, and the semi-office areas for people that liked to work on vacation and where the girls would be working. It was a bit odd in that there were hardly any people. Just a few staff in skimpy white loincloths puttering around. The loincloths seemed to have an under-part that completely hid the genitals, but the rear of each person’s outfit was pretty much a g-string, with a small thin white piece of cloth that hung down to complete the ‘loincloth look’.

After the quick tour, the girls were impressed with the place, but itching to hurry up and see the beach. ısparta escort Su-Ning led them to the beach exit and left them on their own.

Outside, the beach was fantastic. It was empty, not a person in sight, but as beautiful as they all had hoped. Hannah and Sam ran ahead laughing out loud. They were like a couple of kids, happily pointing at this and that while chatting excitedly.

Emi was also blown away by the beauty of the beach as she and Becca walked along at a slower pace, behind the excited girls. Since the resort was not yet open, they had the entire beach to themselves. It was truly a paradise. The water and sand reflected the light just right and a few palm trees sprinkled the beach. There were rows of fancy handcrafted logs on the beach, not just any old log. It looked luxurious and decadent.

After a moment, Becca turned away from Emi and wiped her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Emi asked gently.

“I’m just relieved that this place isn’t a shit-hole,” she said. “It is great to see the girls excited and happy. I worked so hard and for so long to get this deal.”

“Also I want to thank you, Emi,” Becca said. “If you hadn’t stuck around after I left the table, we might not be here today.”

“No, I’m sure Su-Ning would have chased you down. She was just as eager to close the deal as you,” Emi said.

“God, I love you, Emi,” Becca said. “I am so glad that you are here.”

Emi looked at her and did a polite little Japanese bow.

They both laughed.

For the rest of the afternoon, they enjoyed the beach. After a while, they all ended up under some beach umbrellas playing with and getting to know their new devices. They set up emails, added each other to Slack, and then spent some time exploring the resort’s own smartwatch app. The app that they would have to start working on soon.

“What do you think of the app Emi?” Becca asked.

“It’s a good start, UI could use some work though,” Emi replied.

“Totally agree,” Hannah said.

“I’ll need access to the server,” said Sam, ignoring the user interface talk as usual.

“Yes, Emi – you will have to go visit the other devs in the marketing building soon… to get that server access and the source code. While you are doing that, we will be here getting set up,” Becca added.

Emi nodded. She wondered why Becca want her to go alone. Perhaps Becca wanted to test her. She decided that she would not disappoint.

“Hey, you can order drinks on the beach,” Sam said excitedly. “Oh wait, that’s disabled,” she added disappointedly.

Later that evening, Su-Ning personally brought them some tasty tropical fruit and seafood dishes from the kitchen and explained that the dining room and massage areas were designed for nude guests only, unfortunately. So the development team will have to eat-out off-site after today.

After Su-Ning left, Sam blurted, “That sucks! We are in the middle of nowhere and outside of town and we have to get our own food off-site?” Hannah nodded her head, silently agreeing.

“No other job has fed us so this isn’t really any different,” Becca explained, even though she also seemed unhappy about the news.

Emi tried to offer a suggestion, “It’s not so bad. We can get some daily exercise, maybe go for a run?”

Sam and Hannah didn’t seem excited about that idea.

That evening, Emi went for a run along the beach in her running top and shorts. She kept close to the water where the sand was compact and easier to run on. The sunset was coming, and she wondered what it would look like. Then she started thinking about work tasks.

Su-Ning wanted a few apps built eventually, some internal and some public-facing. But first, she needed them to update the smartwatches with some new features. They were going to need access to the servers. She would have to get that access for Sam, and also the source code, she thought.

Emi thought about the resort. It was an odd place for staff because soon only white loincloths will be allowed. Currently, before the resort opens, staff have the option to wear a short white robe. However, after the resort opens white robes will no longer be allowed. Thankfully, the dev team is exempt from that rule. Su-Ning was sticking by her word in that regard. However, once the resort opens, no more street clothes can be worn by the dev team. Emi and her team will all have to work in those white robes. Which will be fine, as nobody wants to make the guests feel uncomfortable.

What was interesting about the staff was that it was obvious that some of them were uncomfortable wearing just a loincloth. However, it looked as if it were much more challenging for women. So far only two elderly looking women were brave enough to wear just a loincloth. All the rest of the women were still wearing robes and they had just six weeks to get comfortable with being topless.

The resort also had two different eating places. The staff lunchroom, available to robe-less – white loincloth personal. And the high end super fancy guest dining room, which requires full nudity and ‘guest’ status.

Su-Ning said that our team qualified both as staff and also as guests, so if anyone gets brave they are free to purchase food in either place. Apparently, the food is amazing with daily creative meals from a talented chef.

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Big Dicks

San Francisco was scary! It’s funny how you can live so close to a place all your life and never visit, but I had to go for a week of training for my new job.

The train ride from my little town in the Central Valley was fun, though I admit that traveling without my husband was a little scary. People just walk around on the train. Every time a man walked past I was afraid he was going to ask if he could sit down, so I put my bag in the empty seat on the aisle. I felt kind of silly afterward. Everybody kept to themselves.

When we finally got to San Francisco it was just so huge and busy: people and cars everywhere, and the buildings! I couldn’t get over how tall some of them were. I walked from the station to my hotel, which had to be 50 stories tall. The lobby looked like a palace, with its marble floors and fancy furniture. The fanciest hotel I ever stayed in before that was a Holiday Inn.

“Can you put me on the highest floor?” I asked the desk clerk.

He typed for a little while, then he said, “I can’t get you all the way to the top, but I’ll get you as high as I can.”

He did, too! The elevator ride to 28 took forever. After the 21st floor there were just two of us left on the elevator: me and a man in a nice suit. He looked harmless enough, but it was still scary being stuck like that. I breathed a little easier when the doors finally opened.

My room was incredible, much nicer than our boring old house. You probably wouldn’t think it was anything fancy-just a bed, a bathroom, and a big TV-but it was my first time traveling alone and my first time in the city.

Everything seemed so glamorous, especially the view. Being up high like that was like something out of a movie, with all the lights. I could hear the traffic way down below, and if I pressed my forehead against the glass I could see the tiny cars. And just across the street was another hotel that was as tall as mine. It was kind of strange being so high yet still being at eye level with the people across the street. I don’t know, I can’t really explain it.

Going to dinner by myself was intimidating, but my new boss told me that I had to try this seafood restaurant and I didn’t want to make a bad first impression. I changed clothes, packed my book and went downstairs for a taxi.

Did you know that in San Francisco they have cameras in all of the cabs? They are for the drivers’ safety, but it made me feel a little better knowing that he was being watched, too. And then I got to thinking about all the things that can happen in the back of a taxi, and I wondered whether some pervert was sitting in a room full of monitors somewhere getting a free show.

***

When I got back to my room I slipped out of my bra and my skirt. It’s funny, when you’re married you get so used to doing things a certain way. I was alone in my hotel room, but I was still tiptoeing around like eskişehir escort I was going to wake up my husband. It took me a second, but when I realized what I was doing I had to laugh. It was almost like I’d forgotten what it was like to be alone.

I turned on the radio and danced along, all by myself. How wonderful it felt to move around and not worry about what anybody else thought. That song from that one movie came on, the one where the lady strips for her boyfriend. I can’t remember the name, but I love that song. It’s so sexy. The movie is, too, the way that the actress pushes her right hip up in time with the music. I watched myself in the mirror behind the desk until I got it just right.

I felt so sexy, alone in my hotel room-just me and the music. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse in time with the song, rocking my hips just like she did. I ran my hands across my tummy, cupped my breasts, teased the waistband of my panties with my fingertips.

And then I remembered the window. I’d forgotten to close the curtains. A man was watching me from the hotel across the street. He was dressed, but he was hidden from the waist down behind the wall. I can’t say for sure, but it was pretty obvious from the look on his face and the way his shoulder was moving what he was doing.

I clinched my blouse closed and tried to curl up so that he couldn’t see my underwear while I looked frantically for the stupid cord that closes the curtains. Oh my god, it was so embarrassing. No, it was more than that. I felt violated, angry. It was my mistake for leaving the curtains open, but what kind of man does that? I thought about calling his hotel and reporting him, but I didn’t know what room he was in. For a minute I considered calling my husband, but then he’d just worry about me or get angry.

So I just went to bed and tried not to think about it, but I couldn’t stop. I liked finally having some time alone. I liked feeling sexy in front of the mirror. I liked the adrenaline rush of getting caught, and the way he looked at me. He was so close, but at the same time he wasn’t. Honestly? I liked being a little bad but in the safety of my own room.

That night I couldn’t stop touching. It’s not something I get to do very often, and honestly I probably wouldn’t anyway. But alone in my hotel bedroom with nobody to bother me and that scared/excited feeling still pumping through my veins, I just couldn’t stop. I turned over onto my tummy and slipped my hand inside of my panties and rocked against my fingers, replaying the look on the stranger’s face, like an animal, like he’d eat my alive. I imagined him crashing into my room and ripping the duvet from the bed, tearing my panties off and taking me from behind. When I came I screamed so loudly into my pillow that I started laughing.

***

The next night I sat at the little desk in my gaziantep escort hotel room and pretended to work. His light never came on. Maybe he checked out. I stood by the window and looked into the rooms across the street. It was kind of like that old game show, Hollywood Squares I think it was called, but instead of celebrities I was peeking into people’s private spaces.

What I realized is that most people are pretty boring, but there was one room. All I could see was the man’s legs from the knees down, lying on his bed, and his television. He was watching pornography. On the screen a woman had the man in her mouth, and then she turned around and got on her hands and knees on the bed. The camera man moved in really close so you could see everything. She held her cheeks open with her hands and the man licked her bottom, then he penetrated her.

My husband has asked me to do that a few times, and I’ve always thought there’s just no way that can be pleasurable. But the woman on the screen looked like she was enjoying it, and there was something so dirty about watching a stranger’s pornography. The owner of those feet picked this. Of all the things he could’ve watched, this was what turned him on.

When I crawled into bed I couldn’t get the image out of my mind: The actress being stretched open, the stranger’s legs on top of the bedspread. I felt between my legs. My fingers were drenched. I reached behind me and pressed my wet finger against my bottom. It was so tight, but my finger slid in easily. I squeezed my muscles, and my bottom clinched around my finger; I pushed against my hand and let it slide deeper. The sensation was fine, but I could see where my husband would get a lot out of it. Mostly it was just a turn on doing something so forbidden.

At first, at least, but the longer I played the better it started to feel. I closed my eyes and imagined the stranger with the legs watching me take it from behind like that. I turned over and rose up onto my knees, shoulders on the bed, one hand on my clitoris and the other fingering my ass.

***

Every night that week was something different. I saw a nice looking man change out of his work clothes into a bra and panties, then lie on his bed and masturbate. I watched another man sucking on a rubber penis while he watched television. He didn’t seem terribly turned on, more like a baby with a pacifier or something. In one room an older couple had sex. They weren’t very hot, but they were enthusiastic and that made up for it.

But what I really wanted was to be seen, like on that first night. I wanted that rush of fear, excitement, and adrenaline. So when I got home from work on my last night in San Francisco, I turned on the radio and danced a little bit as I took off my shoes and jewelry. I untucked my blouse and removed my belt, and then I danced over to giresun escort the dresser and put it away.

I unbuttoned my cuffs, and I turned toward the window and slowly opened my blouse. Standing there exposed like that in just my bra and slacks, I was shaking. I walked over to the desk and leaned over so that I looked like I was reading something on my computer, my palms on the desk. With one hand I unbuttoned my slacks, then I shimmied my hips until they slid to the floor.

And there I stood, bent over my desk with my pantied bottom sticking out, pretending I was engrossed in what I was reading, too scared to look toward the window to see if anyone was watching. I don’t know how long I stayed there, but then I casually walked toward the bathroom, unfastening my bra as I went.

My nipples were so erect, my whole body covered in goose pimples. The face that stared back at me from the bathroom mirror was one I hadn’t seen in years: flushed, sleepy-eyed. I didn’t even have to touch to know how wet I was.

I came back out and laid on the bed. I chewed on my fingernail and tried to look bored while I flipped through the television stations. I ran my fingertips along my tummy, my ribcage, under my breasts, over my areolae, down into my panties. My fingertip slid between my lips and found my clit.

Were they looking? I didn’t know, I didn’t care. That’s not true: I cared a lot. I wanted them to see me. I wanted to turn them on. I turned and looked. An attractive man leaned against the edge of his window, smiling at me. I smiled back, then I closed my eyes and kept touching.

My juice was all over me. There was so much that my fingers slipped in easily, first two, then three. I even squeezed my pinky in, I was so open. I rubbed my wet hand on my mound, felt the sweet juice clinging to my hair. I rubbed my soaking fingers along my labia until everything down there was covered in me.

When I opened my eyes again he was still there, but now his shirt was unbuttoned and his hand was moving just below the windowsill. The look on his face was exactly what I’d seen in my mirror. He motioned to me with his other hand, but I couldn’t understand what he was trying to tell me—just one finger stirring the air.

I took a guess and scooted my hips around so that my crotch was facing the window, and then I propped myself up on some pillows. I spread my knees and looked between them. He was now pumping fast, his jaw clinched tightly. I rubbed until I couldn’t hold back anymore, and then I closed my eyes and let it happen. The orgasm shook me so hard I wanted to cry. When I opened them he was gone.

***

The next morning I was back on the train on my way home: back to my husband, back to my little town in the Central Valley. Back to my quiet little house where nothing happens. We stopped at a station and more passengers boarded. A tall man who looked to be about my age stopped in the aisle beside me. “Is this seat taken?” he asked.

“No, it isn’t,” I said, and I moved my purse so that he could sit beside me, our bare arms bumping against each other’s, my skirt climbing above my knee when I crossed my legs. Moving, climbing, all the way to somewhere.

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Amateur

Introduction

“Fuck me,” Alicia said. Well, not said exactly. She thought it as loud as she could, but she wouldn’t be saying anything. Instead she ground her teeth into the rubber cock shaped gag in her mouth. A slight noise escaped her mouth and the man sitting at the desk looked up curiously. He raised an eyebrow as if to ask her a question but then shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his screens, typing rapidly.

Alicia swayed there tied to a cross bar, wearing heels, the mouth gag and her favorite diamond earrings as she contemplated how she got in this position. The bet was a sure thing. There was no way to lose. How could she lose? And yet she did lose and was swaying naked in her friend’s office while he ignored her to work.

The Bet

Two years earlier Alicia had met Rick at a coffee shop near his office and struck up a conversation. She was trying to make money for her home business and had just spend $12,000 on a website but didn’t get anything from it. She and her web developer were sitting a table over and the developer had just asked for more money to build a Google AdWords campaign. Alicia said, “But I just paid you for a new website and SEO! But I haven’t gotten any leads yet. And now you want even more money for an AdWords budget? When will I get results?” The developer shrugged and said, “Sometimes you don’t! It’s not my fault. Blame Google!” before storming out.

“Pardon me, but that didn’t sound positive,” Rick introduced himself. Alicia spent the next half hour talking through her frustrations with spending money on marketing and not getting any results. Rick listened carefully and asked her if she was serious about growing.

“Yeah, I just blew a bunch of money on that jerkwad. What do you think I’m trying to do? But I haven’t found anything that works!”

Rick explained how he built growth plans for companies and he’d be interested in doing some free coaching for her. She was cute and he appreciated both her ambition and frustration in wanting to grow but getting screwed by a vendor who didn’t have any clear metrics to abide by. The next week she met him at his office and they began a coaching relationship that lasted a few years. Along with the coaching went a little flirting, of course.

Both of them were married but enjoyed the banter with each other over a business driven conversation.

In May this year Alicia had gone into Rick’s private bathroom and seen a picture on the wall of a nude woman standing on a sheet of ice in the middle of winter. Returning to the chairs and coffee she brought the picture with. “Who is this?”

He blushed, “Just a friend. Well, more than a friend. A few years ago we fooled around but then she found someone new. But that picture was beautiful so she let me keep it. I like beautiful women and I thought her standing on the ice in winter was stunning.”

“Is that why you put up with me?”

“No! Well, kinda. You think about what we talk about and do some of it. That’s why you’ve doubled your business in the past few years. But, yeah, you’re sexy as hell. I’d love to have you standing in the corner as a piece of art for my office,” Rick winked mischievously.

Alicia laughed, “Yeah and I’d love an all-expenses paid trip to Puerto Vallarta for me and my girlfriends. But neither of us are likely to get what we want, are we, Mister?”

She leaned forward to grab her coffee and flashed him a little cleavage. She had paid good money for these tits, and flirting with men was a good way to justify that purchase.

Rick laughed with her and made no attempt to hide his ogling. “Well, that may be true.”

The two of them tittered nervously before Alicia changed the subject. “So, you watching the NBA finals?”

“Absolutely! Cavs in six!” He replied confidently while grabbing Alicia a Coors Light and himself a Summit Saga from his fridge.

“No fucking way. Warriors in five. Maybe even four!” Alicia taunted as she opened her beer at him.

“Keep dreaming, girl. LeBron wants this one. He can taste it.”

Alicia grinned and said, “Wanna bet?”

Rick smiled and said quickly, “Yeah. If the Warriors win I’ll buy your trip for you and your galpals. If the Cavs win, you come here and be some artwork for me for an afternoon.”

“That’s not fair,” Alicia blurted.

“What’s not fair about it?”

“You don’t stand a chance. That’s what’s not fair. Agreed Mr. Sales Consultant Guy,” Alicia grinned as she reached out to shake hands on the deal.

The Office 2:00PM

Who would have thought the Cavs would come back and win? But win they did and Alicia kept her end of the bargain. At 2PM sharp she stepped into Rick’s office. He was on the phone with someone and pointed to the soft brown couch in the corner of the office. He was typing away on his laptop furiously, asking quiet but direct questions of the person on the phone.

“Are you sure that’s what you said? I think you should walk away from this deal. I know. But if they won’t work with you on your terms, you have to work with them on theirs. Are you kahramanmaraş escort sure that’s what you want?” Rick’s brow furrowed as he shook his head. “Ok, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” A pause. “Yes, come by if you need me. I understand. Bye.”

Time stopped as he hung up the phone and Alicia inhaled deeply. Rick looked up, his driven business personality still there even as his mouth twitched with amusement. “Well, here we are. And frankly, when the Cavs were down 2-0 and then 3-1 I thought I was going to have to call a travel agent. But I was right about LeBron! I won’t rub it in.” He stood and went to the bar and poured Alicia a light Vodka Tonic with a wedge of lime. “Drink this.” He raised his full coffee mug and they clinked glasses. “Here’s to lucky bets and beautiful women!”

Alicia blushed and sipped her drink. “Yeah, I was so excited there, I told my friend I expected to win a trip and that she’d be coming with! I think I got her hopes up. But yeah, you won. So what exactly are you going to do with me?”

“You have five minutes to finish that drink, and then you will stand and I will prepare you to be my piece of art! Meanwhile, I have a bit of work to do,” Rick winked and took off his suit coat and hung it on a hanger in his closet. He went into the bathroom and then opened a door Alicia had not been through before. It was always locked and even now, he didn’t let her peek in. He leaned out and told her to keep her eyes on her drink while he rummaged around.

Two minutes later he reappeared with a box he seemed to struggle with. He set the box down and sat down on the floor. From the box he extracted an Allen wrench and a heavy disk on the floor. The disk was about two feet in diameter and had a hole in the center of it. A power cord trailed off but Rick did not yet plug it in. First he attached a three foot segment of steel chrome pole. And then to that he added a second.

“Stand up, please?” the question offered politeness veiled in the steel of command.

Alicia stood up and Rick directed her to stand next to the pole. Her five foot six body stood next to the six foot pole as he pulled out a cross bar and began to attach it. “You may sit and finish your drink, but you only have a minute or two before I will take the glass from you.”

To the three feet wide chrome cross beam he hung two carabineer hooks with silken rope attached to them. Then he affixed a similar chrome tube through the base of the device and attached two similar hooks with rope. Stepping back he looked at Alicia and then back at the contraption. Alicia began to wonder exactly what she had gotten into and started with, “Um . . . “

Rick sat down with his cup of coffee. “I’m going to turn you into a work of art for a few hours. But that is all. We’re friends and business associates so I will thoroughly enjoy my win but I won’t take advantage of the situation. But now, Alicia, bottoms up with your drink. It’s time to strip.” He handed her two hangers and a cloth bag for her extras. “If you like you can do so in the bathroom but I will come get you in three minutes if you are not out here.” He then quietly bent over and plugged in the device.

Alicia took the hangers and drained her drink. All the years of light flirtation had never led her to think she’d actually be nude in front of Rick. Sure, she had occasionally imagined herself in bed with him when her husband tried his boring attempts at lovemaking. Rick was firm and controlling in any situation – as he was here. But also patient to explain things she hadn’t been trained on. He had admired her ambition but enjoyed seeing her curves and beauty. So. There it was, except now even more so. She handed him her glass and said, “I have nothing to hide from you, why start now?” with a smirk. She swiftly unbuttoned her blouse and stepped out of her skirt. As Rick had occasionally suspected, she rarely wore anything underneath and today there seemed no point. Her full breasts popping out and swaying slightly. She placed her blouse and skirt on the hangers provided and walked over to the closet.

Rick gulped as he took in his first full vision of this beautiful woman, her ass bouncing as she moved to the closet. But seizing command of himself he took her hand and led her to the contraption. “Stand on the disc,” he said while lifting her right hand to the rope hanging down. Deftly he secured her hand in the rope while neither cutting off circulation nor giving her any hope of wiggling free.

Alicia breathed heavily, her breasts swelling up and down. She was wondering how far this would go. Just being nude in this office where she had done so much was an immense turn on. But also losing the ability to control the situation for three hours had her more than a little nervous. Then he took her left hand and did the same while looking straight at her face. She believed in action and here she was deprived of it. Her left hand was secured and then Rick tied both her feet to the bottom cross bar and she stood exposed on this gray disc. She could move kastamonu escort her limbs a few inches each, so she wouldn’t cramp up, but there was no illusion. If she tried moving too much, she would fall over on her face and not be able to stop it.

Pulling a small leather strapped cock from his pocket he instructed her to open her mouth and he slid it in when she did so. Then securing its straps around the back of her head, he tugged the straps tight to make sure it didn’t move.

When he was satisfied Rick stepped back and sipped his coffee to appreciate his creation. He always thought Alicia was beautiful and now he was able to enjoy her in the full flower of her body. He stepped close to Alicia and kissed her quietly on the cheek. “This should be fun, my beauty. Try to enjoy it.”

Then he stepped back and pointed a remote control at the base of the device. With the push of a button it began to turn slowly, exposing her naked body at every angle to the master of the room.

The Build Up

Two weeks previously Alicia watched game two of the NBA finals. Her Warriors were up a handy 2 games to none over the Cleveland Cavaliers and it didn’t look like there was any fight left in the Cavs. She was sitting with her friend Nikki and let slip that she had something cooking.

“Do you watch basketball?”

“No, not really. I don’t really do much with sports other than take my kids to practice. Why?”

Alicia nervously smiled and said, “I sort of have a bet going. The NBA finals are going on and I made a bet with that guy Rick I told you about. He thinks I’m hot and I bet him that if my team won the finals, he would buy us all inclusive tickets to Puerto Vallarta. My team is the Golden State Warriors and they are leading the series two to nothing!”

Nikki’s eyes opened wide, “How many games more do they have to win?”

“Just two more and we get the trip!” Alicia gleefully said.

“Yeah, but what happens if the other team comes back and wins?” Nikki was curious. She knew that Alicia’s relationship with Rick was flirtatious and often wondered why Rick gave so much time to her. She was sure that her friend was sucking him off or more and had occasionally asked, but Alicia always said no. And the two of them didn’t keep secrets between each other, but still Nikki wondered. Alicia got a bit nervous, but Nikki pushed and asked, again, “What happens if you lose the bet?”

“I have to be ‘art’ in his office.”

“What does THAT mean?!” Nikki panicked.

“Well, he gets to put me on display. I saw this nude picture in his bathroom and I asked about it. He said he likes the art of beautiful women on display in places you are surprised by. That led to our bet. He said he wants me to be living art for a few hours. But I’m not sure exactly what that means,” Alicia felt nervous even telling her friend that much.

Nikki grinned, “He probably just wants to fuck you. Although why you’re not fucking already I don’t know. Or are you?”

“NO! I mean, I’ve thought about it when fucking Mark, but it’s always so business with Rick. Plus, he’s a bit scary.”

Nikki smiled and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

“Well, he’s very driven. He gets what he wants but has respect. Like, I don’t know what he’d do if I’d lost the bet. Might be scary,” Alicia tittered.

“Good thing you’re going to win it then!” Nikki laughed. “You’re taking me with you, right?”

“Yep!”

Later that night Alicia watched her Warriors lose to the Cavs. Still up 2 games to 1 she was pretty confident she would win the bet, but if the Cavs made a series of it, that could be exciting. She thought about what it might be like to lose the bet. What would Rick make her do? Two nights later, she was beginning to make plans as her Warriors stormed back to take a commanding 3-1 lead in the series.

That night she climbed in bed with her husband and he started grabbing her tits. His breath smelled of whisky as he squeezed them artlessly His lips found hers and then her neck and a few short thrusts with his hips and she felt him dozing off on her chest. Fortunately he didn’t orgasm this time and she didn’t have to get up to wipe. It certainly wasn’t the best experience she’d ever had. But he was her husband. And that was what she had. She rolled her husband off of her and her fingers found her buttons and begin playing with them. If her husband wouldn’t get her off, she could imagine about what might have been at Rick’s office. It was almost a certainty that she would win the bet as no team had ever come back from being down 3-1 in the NBA finals. The games would play themselves out, but Steph Curry would win her a trip and she would have fun. But what if she had lost? Her fingers circled her clit as she pondered and enjoyed a small orgasm at the thought of being naked in Rick’s office.

The Office 2:20PM

Rick looked up from the clock. It was 2:20, but only he knew that. He had deliberately removed all time pieces from view and only the lower right corner of his computer screen kept him on kayseri escort track. He stood up and walked over to Alicia. Leaning back against the desk he looked at how beautiful she was. The gag was the only mar on her body, causing her to drool a little bit. Rick reached over with a tissue and wiped the drool off Alicia’s chin.

As she stood on the spinning disk she started to sway her hips to some silent soundtrack in her head. She only had a few inches to work with but her ass moved back and forth, in and out while she played within her confined space. Rick stepped forward and touched her hip with two fingers and as she spun around he traced a line on her, the curve of her hip, her left ass cheek, the divot between them at the top, the right ass cheek and then around her right hip across her thigh and right at the top of her narrow tuft of hair.

Reaching for the remote in his pocket, Rick stopped the device, asking, “You probably should have some water. And would you like to use the bathroom?” His captive nodded yes but kept swaying her hips. He untied the silk ropes from her legs and while he worked on the ropes securing her arms Alicia slid her heeled foot up Rick’s leg, enjoying her freedom. When she was completely free she stepped off the platform and slid her ass against Rick’s body, finding him turned on. With a quick wiggle she felt him stiffen in his pants before she sauntered off to the bathroom, hips swaying.

Rick reached down and adjusted his hardening cock while she was temporarily absent. Shaking his head and smiling he grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. “Let it all come out now, you won’t get another bathroom break for a while!” He got a mumbled response from the gagged woman which he presume meant she understood. While she was absent he made a quick adjustment to the poles on the device to mix things up.

When she returned, Rick removed the gag so she could drink the water. “Are you having fun?”

Alicia, sipped the water slowly, “Oh yes. God, it’s so hot being there. I think I love it best when I watch you working and realize I really am just decorating your office. But then you look up and watch me for a minute. You bite your lip and it is cute.”

Rick grinned, “Yeah, it is kind of a bigger version of what it is like to coach you. We flirt, I see you aren’t wearing a bra and I lose track of where we are. I see you smile because you’ve caught me and then we get back on track. But finish your water Ms. Work of Art.” Alicia finishes her water and tosses it expertly in the trash basket behind his’s desk.

Alicia was led to the contraption, but this time the cross bar was only halfway up her body. As she was tied to the device she would have her arms out at her waist and not have them held above her head. Hands and feet tied, Rick leaned in as if to kiss her, but stopped just shy. She reached to kiss him back but he remained just out of reach, and slid his fingers up her chest and caught her throat between his forefinger and thumb. “Comfy?”

“Absolutely,” she grinned lasciviously. “How do I look?”

“Ravishing. But unfortunately, I will need to put this on for the next little bit. I’m sure you’ll understand.” Reaching in his desk he drew out a red artists face mask that covered her whole face.

There were only holes for her nose and eyes, and as he secured it to her head, she asked,

“Why?”

“Because I wish it. I also wish silence at this time. Do you need the ball gag as well?”

“No. I’m just curious,” She replied before swaying her hips at him again. Her eyes smiled and he turned the rotation device on again.

Rick returned to his desk, and began typing, catching himself biting his lip but he let it go because she had mentioned it. A few minutes later there was a quick knock at the door. He stood and went over, and opened it slightly. Alicia’s heart jumped. What was going on? Here she was, fully nude on display and now someone else was coming in the office. Seconds later, the door was opened fully and another man in a blue striped suit walked in and immediately noticed her.

“Rick, my god man, is that even legal? Where do you get one of those?” The stranger was British, but that didn’t stop him from ogling Alicia’s naked frame as her red masked face turned to look him in the eye. Looking her up and down he commented, “And where did you get that rotator device? That’s delightful – and quite perfect.”

Rick quickly stepped between the stranger and Alicia. “She lost a very creative bet. I admired her for making it, and I admire her even more for being a good sport in losing. But Roger – it’s look but don’t touch.” Roger was reaching his hand out to caress a breast but quickly drew back at the rebuke.

The man called Roger leaned in, looking carefully at Alicia as she spun slowly. “Damn. Well, excellent catch. Those arms look like she has some martial arts training or aggressive lifting. Those tits look expensive, though. You remember how I bought Martha some a few years ago and the really good ones – like these – are NOT cheap. The trick is to leave no scars.” Then squatting down to get a closer view, “And runners thighs and those abs, wow. My grandmother could do laundry on those.” They all could see Roger looking closely at her pussy, but no one commented about the obvious explicitness of the scene. “Well, if she likes making bets, I’d be happy to wager with her!”

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PART 6: AIRPORT DELAYS

The deal with Torston had gone like so many others. Martin’s connections and Holly’s presentation were a dynamic combo that seldom failed. A few self-righteous clients had acted insulted and kicked them out, but three out of every four were more than ready to deal, usually bartering for a hand-job, striptease of fuck-show like Torston had. Not once had Holly been asked to do more than that — at least not yet. She feared the day was coming and wasn’t sure how she would react. Yes, she understood that every signal she sent out was that she was a slut and while she didn’t recoil at that label, she also didn’t want to embrace it to the point of participating in gang bangs, either. At least right now, she was a slut for one man whom she knew she could trust for the most part. And, despite his eagerness to show her off, Martin was far too jealous and protective to ever share her willingly. Hell, even swallowing Torston’s cum had been her own idea, not his.

No, Martin wasn’t problem. The problem was Josky. There was something about him that Holly didn’t trust, though she didn’t know why. He had been up front about her duties on the job and had made no bones about what her role was. But he was all about the bottom line and, the fact was, as well as they were doing, if Holly put out, sales could probably be doubled. Holly knew it and, if she knew it, so did Josky.

Sooner or later the order would come from Josky to go from slut/tease to all-out whore. That, she knew deep down, would be her last day on this job. She just hoped she was wrong about Josky.

“I better call Josky and tell him the good news,” Martin said as they drove toward the airport. He was smiling broadly. A good fuck and a big sale always put him in a good mood. “You were great, babe. Nice touch, eating all the cum. I think Torston just about shot another wad in his pants when you did that.”

“Thanks,” Holly said. “I just wanted to make sure he had something to remember when we come back in a couple months.”

Martin’s phone rang. “Hello? Oh, hello, sir,” he said. “I was just getting ready to call you.”

“Yes sir,” Martin said as Holly listened to half the phone conversation with Josky. “You saw the contract? Thank you, sir. Holly was a real pro.

“Oh, OK, sir. We sure will. We’ll see you then.” Martin hung up the phone.

“Well?” Holly asked.

“We’re heading to Vegas next,” Martin said.

“Vegas? I thought we were going to Seattle.”

“Change of plans. They want us to present at a health and fitness convention there. There must be some pretty high-stakes players. Josky’s going to meet us there. Our tickets are waiting for us tonight and he’s going to fly in tomorrow. He’s having our equipment shipped directly there, so I guess we’ll have a display to demonstrate.”

“Wow!” Holly said, her pussy tingling a little at the thought of performing her routine not for a dozen or so people, but literally hundreds or thousands. “This is huge. Do you think we’ll get in trouble — you know, too racy?”

“Hell, it’s Vegas,” Martin said. “They see racy every day. Speaking of racy, grab that bag in the back seat. I’ve got something new to try.”

Holly reached in the back seat for a small plastic bag and pulled out two strings of round metal balls. She knew very well what these were — anal beads. There were three balls on each string — one set was gold, the other silver, but otherwise they were identical. She had used these many times. This was hardly something “new”.

Reading her thoughts, Martin said, “Just put one up your pussy and the other up your ass. Trust me.”

After the sales demonstration, Holly had changed into short, pleated pink skirt, a pink thong, a white tube top and pink stilettos. Her hair was in a pony tail and she wore a pink choker around her slender neck.

She spread her legs and easily slid the three gold beads one by one into her moist pussy until only about a quarter inch of string hung out. “Better lube these up,” she said, holding up the silver strand and one by one plopping them into her mouth, covering them in her warm saliva. Then, she shifted her weight toward the passenger door, lifting her ass off the seat as she slowly stuffed the balls up her ass. She still didn’t know what was going on, but she wasn’t complaining. She liked the feel of both holes being full, the balls snug in their respective tunnels, yet still jiggling enough with every bounce of the car to provide some interesting sensations. Holly’s nipples began to harden underneath the white tube top and she felt her clit becoming engorged.

“Very good,” Martin nodded. “Feel OK?”

“Oh yeah,” Holly said. “You know I like these.”

“I can tell,” Martin said. “We’ve got about 10 minutes before we get to the airport. Go ahead and have some fun if you want.”

Holly didn’t waste another second. She immediately put her right hand on her snatch and started rubbing it through the thong, playing with that swelling clit. Her left hand went to her nipples, which ached with pleasure as she rubbed and squeezed them. She moved her thong aside and adana escort rubbed her exposed clit harder, running her fingers in small, fast circles, pussy cream leaking out to provide warm lubrication.

She knew Martin was enjoying the show and she didn’t care a bit. In fact, that was a big part of the fun. It turned her on to know he was watching, wishing he was fucking her right then, dreaming, no doubt, about what he would do to her in the hotel room tonight.

She bucked her hips off the seat and grabbed her pussy with both hands, rubbing it vigorously. Her eyes were closed, head back, mouth open. She felt the car come to a stop, but nothing was going to stop her now. She jammed away on her throbbing clit, finally climaxing in a series of gasps and whispers, her pussy flooding her thong and the car seat with sweet cream.

“Oh, that was so good!” she moaned, slowly opening her eyes to see they were stopped at a red light. Something caught her attention to her right and she looked to see a large passenger van next to her and dozens of eyes peering at her, fingers pointing. She noticed the side of the van said “Blackwood High School” and realized that it was probably some sort of school athletic team on their way to a game. She wasn’t sure how much they saw, but it was obvious from their ogling eyes, open mouths, pointing fingers and lewd gestures that they had seen plenty. Maybe they had spotted her even before they reached the light. Who knew? Just the thought of a dozen or so horny guys watching her was turning her on all over again.

As they started to pull away from the light, she turned to face the van and pulled her top down, revealing her first-class tits to the students and driver, who swerved and nearly hit them.

“I think they’ve seen enough,” Martin laughed, tapping the accelerator and pulling onto the exit lane for the airport.

“Do you want me to keep these beads in, or was that what you had in mind?” Holly said, secretly hoping she could keep them in.

“Oh, that was just a side benefit. No, what I have in mind is still to come,” Martin said. “You’ll see soon enough.”

They parked and Holly got out of the car, readjusting her tube top and thong, putting herself back together. She got the usual stares and whistles as they walked into the airport. Her nipples were still hard and quite visible to anyone within a few feet and anyone lucky enough to be behind them was treated to glimpses of her perfectly round ass as her skirt flipped up with every step.

They checked in and found out their flight was leaving in an hour. With no time to waste, they headed toward their gate, finding the usual long line to get through the security scanners. Holly had been through a million of these and it was all routine. Usually, the security guys made comments or took a few extra looks as they checked her through, but it was nothing more than what every other guy in the airport was doing. She was used to that. So, she wasn’t the least bit nervous as they approached the gate, but she noticed Martin smiling nervously and could tell he was excited about something.

Suddenly, it hit her. Metal balls inside her ass and pussy. Of course! She would set off the alarm and they would have to wave the wand over her. And when they realized where it was coming from …

Holly smiled and nodded at Martin, letting him know she had figured it out. “Just stay with me,” she said.

Martin went first, passing through with no problem, then turning to wait for her. She stepped through the gate, noticing the large, middle-aged security guard’s eyes bulge as got an eyeful of her. The alarm sounded and Holly could have sworn she heard the man say “Yes!” under his breath.

“Ma’am, please step over to the side,” he said, motioning to his left. Martin stepped over to. “Just stand with your hands at your sides, feet together,” the guard said. Holly did and he waved the wand over her, up and down both sides, then down her front — he seemed to take a long time at her chest — and her back.

“OK, ma’am,” he continued, “please spread your feet a little for me.” She did, opening her legs. He ran the wand between her thighs and the wand beeped.

“Give her a cavity search!” someone suggested.

“I’ll find it!” someone else offered.

The guard just smiled. This was turning into the best day of his career. “Ma’am, I’m going to have to perform a cavity search. Would you please come with me?”

“What’s the problem, sir?” Martin said, stepping in with the proper air of concern in his voice.

“Just routine, sir,” the guard replied. “Is the lady with you?”

“Yes,” Martin said.

“OK. Would you like to come with me, please.” He led them to a door just across the concourse from the security station and took them inside a small room with a bare table, four chairs and no windows.

“Please have a seat,” he said. “I have to call for a second guard. Normally, we would have a female present in the room, but Jackie called in sick today. I’ll see if I can find someone from one of the airlines, if you like, but it might ankara escort take some time.”

“No, that’s all right,” Holly said. “As long as Martin’s here, I trust you.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” the guard said. “I’ll just call Bobby in. My name’s Nate, by the way. We’ll try to make this quick and get you out of her as soon as possible. I’ll be right back.”

Nate left the room, locking it behind him, and called Bobby on his walkie talkie. “Bobby, man, you got to get over her for a cavity search. Trust me, you don’t want to miss this one. Hey, make sure the tape is running on the security camera. This will be worth watching later.”

Nate went back in the room and waited for Bobby. Bobby 38, 10 years younger than Nate, but they had worked together for nearly 15 years and were pretty good friends. Bobby was going to owe him one after this.

When Bobby came in, he tried to hide his excitement at the sight of Holly, but it was no use. Holly glanced at Martin, trying to hide his smile, knowing that so far this had gone exactly as he’d hoped.

“OK, ma’am,” Nate said. “Do you have any idea why the metal detectors keep going off? Can you think of anything that might be causing it? Are you pierced, um, anywhere that could be causing this?”

“No, I have no idea why this is happening,” Holly said innocently. “Can’t you just take my word for it? I mean, look at me, do I look like a terrorist to you?”

“No, ma’am,” Bobby laughed. “You sure don’t. But it’s regulations. You understand, right?”

“Not really,” Holly said.

“This is ridiculous!” Martin said, feigning anger.

“Sir, calm down,” Nate said. “We’ll have you and your daughter out of here in a few minutes.”

“She’s not my daughter,” Martin said, a gleem in his eye. When Nate raised his eyebrow in a questioning glance, Martin just nodded and smiled.

“Sorry, sir,” Nate said. “Well, we’ll have you and your … uh … you and the lady out of her as soon as possible. We’ll get you on your plane in time. Now, ma’am, I know it’s not comfortable, but if you would be so kind as to lay back on the table and just kind of let your legs hang off the end … yes, that’s it. Bobby…”

Bobby took the cue and gently pulled Holly’s legs apart, revealing her pink thong. Now, Holly knew why Martin had had her pull it up between her pussy lips before they came in. She heard Bobby gasp, starting to breath hard.

“Ma’am,” he said, voice shaky, “I have to remove your panties.”

“OK,” Holly said. She felt his hands run up the outside of her thighs and grab the top of the panties, gently pulling them down. The thong, however, was wedged so tightly between her ass cheeks and pussy lips that it wouldn’t come off.

“Uh, ma’am,” Bobby said, “could you please raise your legs?” Holly did and he reached under her, filling his hands with her ass cheeks as he took his time pulling the thong out and then watching it emerge reluctantly from between her pussy lips. “OK, you can put them down now. Thank you.” She did and he pulled the thong down her long legs, noticing that it was wet. He felt his cock stiffen. He pulled the thong the rest of the way off and tossed it to Nate, nodding to him to touch it so Nate would notice the moisture as well. Nate felt it in his hands, smiled and stuffed it in his pocket.

Holly kept her pussy clean shaven. While Martin said he preferred a small landing strip, the clothes she wore practically demanded she shave every day. That fact certainly didn’t go unnoticed by the guards.

“She looks clean to me,” Bobby couldn’t help but joke.

“We’ll see about that,” Nate said, stepping between Holly’s legs and leaning over for a closer look — much closer than he needed to be. Holly could actually feel his breath on her exposed pussy. He had to have seen the string already, but it was clear he was in no rush.

“Well, well,” Nate said, “what do we have here? Some sort of string. Bobby, let’s pull it and see what happens.”

“Sounds like a good idea to me,” Bobby nodded. He was standing right beside the table, his crotch just inches from Holly’s hand.

With his right hand, Nate took hold of the string and gently pulled. A few inches of string came out of her pussy, glistening with moisture, before he felt the resistance of the first ball. “I think we’ve got something here,” Nate said. “Bobby, I think I need a hand. Can you spread her a little for me.”

Bobby eagerly put his hands on both sides of her pussy, gently pulling it apart as Nate pulled. The first gold ball came into view as her pussy opened slowly. He kept pulling until the ball popped out with a wet sucking sound that told everyone that Holly’s pussy was every bit as tight and wet as it looked.

“Well, looky there,” Nate said. “Guess you just forgot about that, huh?”

“I did,” Holly said earnestly. “Martin likes me to wear them all the time. I’m so used to them, I just forgot. I’m sorry for the trouble, but now that you know what it is, can you just let us go?”

“I’m afraid not,” Nate said. “There’s more to this string and I see another one hanging adıyaman escort out of your ass. We’re going to clear both cavities and conduct a thorough search. Who knows what else you have hiding up there.”

“Come on guys,” Martin said, “this is crazy. Let us go.”

“Sir, you’re obviously a very lucky man,” Bobby said. “If you’d like to stay lucky, I suggest you keep your trap shut.”

Satisfied that they were in control of the situation, Nate pulled on the string until the second and third balls popped out, noticing how slick they were, covered in those sweet juices. He licked his lips, wanting a taste.

“OK, ma’am, roll over onto your stomach, please,” Nate instructed. Holly did and Nate flipped her skirt up to reveal her bare ass cheeks. He stepped aside and said, “you do the honors this time, Bobby. I’ll hold her for ya.”

Bobby grabbed the string and pulled while Nate gladly filled his hands with her firm ass cheeks and spread them apart until they had a great view of her tight, puckered hole. He glanced up at the security camera, smiling as he held his prize in his hands. That would make a great shot on the video.

Bobby slowly pulled all three silver balls out of Holly’s ass and set them aside on the table next to the gold ones.

“Now, that’s it, see,” Holly said. “Can we go now?”

“I think not,” Nate said. “Now we’re ready for the cavity search. Bobby, would you like to do the honors?”

“My pleasure!” Nate held Holly’s ass apart and Bobby prepared to search her.

“Better lube up,” Nate said. “She’s got plenty down there.”

Bobby dipped his fingers into Holly’s dripping pussy, letting her cream coat his fingers while he enjoyed the tight warmth of velvety pleasure. He reluctantly removed his hand and quickly moved to her asshole, gently but relentlessly pushing his wet fingers against her tight opening, spreading her open. He forced three fingers inside her and began pushing them back and forth.

“Better go deep,” Nate suggested. Bobby pushed as far into her ass as he could, feeling the heat surrounding his fingers. After a few minutes, he pulled them out. “I can’t find anything else,” he said. “You better check the other.”

They turned her back over and Bobby held her legs up in the air while Nate slowly entered her velvety wetness. He gradually went from one finger to four, feeling inside her, noticing how her clit stood up, her pussy leaked sweet nectar and her nipples tore at the inside of her tube top. Holly tried to keep her body still, calm, but it was reacting against her.

Nate sensed this and actually picked up the pace. “Well, partner, what do you think?” Nate asked. “I think she knew exactly what she was doing and that this is what she wanted. I think she’s a slut who gets off on this.”

“I think so too,” Bobby said. “Let’s make sure she gets off, then.”

Nate continued finger fucking her and Bobby went to work on her clit. Martin stood up and said, “Gentlemen, I have quite a bit of experience with her. If you’ll let me, I can help.”

“Bring it on, Marty,” Nate said. Martin stepped around the table and pulled Holly’s tube top down. He squeezed her giant tits together to let the guys get a good look, then began rubbing them and squeezing her nipples. Holly was moaning now as she gave in to her body’s urges and let the three men pleasure her with their hands. Those hands combined with their comments and the knowledge that they were watching her get off was more than Holly could take. She bucked her hips, pushed her tits hard against Martin’s hands and squealed as she came not once, but twice before she finally fell back and they reluctantly stepped away, watching her glistening body writhe in the afterglow of orgasm.

“We gotta get going,” Martin said at last. “It’s only 15 minutes until our flight leaves. Are we OK to go?”

“Yes, I think we can let you go,” Nate said. “However, we will need to keep these” — he held up the thong panties — “as evidence. And you can’t carry those anal balls on the plane, so you better stick them back in her.”

“Of course,” Martin said. “Actually, if you gentlemen would like, you may have the honors.”

Bobby and Nate smile and each picked up a string. Bobby held her ass open for Nate and Nate held her pussy open for Bobby, working as a team to fill her back up again.

Holly got up and thanked them both, then gave them each a kiss on the cheek. “Thanks for a great time!” she said. “And thanks for giving them back to me. I was afraid you’d keep them.”

“No, ma’am,” Nate said. “It’s clear those belong inside you. I wouldn’t want to do anything to prevent that. You two have a safe flight and if you ever come back through here again, just ask for me and Bobby. We’ll make sure you don’t have any hassles.”

PART 7: FLYING HIGH The company, ever appreciative of what Martin and Holly were doing, always paid for first-class airfare and the flight to Las Vegas was no different. Martin also usually requested they have the middle and window seats if the plane had three or more seats on a side. That was the case with this one and, when they saw a sharp-dressed businessman sitting in the aisle, Holly knew exactly what Martin wanted her to do. Martin sat down first, squeezing past the man and sitting next to the window. Already, the man had noticed Holly and was no doubt trying to figure out how to discreetly steal a peek.

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Joy rolled over onto her left side. Instinctively, she wrapped her right arm over the man sleeping there and pulled her naked body close against his back. She felt her nipples rest against his warm back and pressed her pelvis urgently against his bare ass. Just as she snuggled into position, she felt another man’s body roll and press himself against her from behind, his arm draping down the length of her body. His fingers, perhaps accidentally, lightly brushed her pussy lips. The ticklish feeling snapped her pleasantly from her slumber, just enough for her brain to register the presence of two bodies sandwiching her in the warm sheets.

Her eyes sprang open at this realization. She gasped a sharp breath as she saw the dark skin of the man she was wrapped around. Memories flooded into her mind like a tsunami and her current situation began to make some partial sense to her. She twisted herself back in the opposite direction to see the second man behind her and was relieved to see her boyfriend, Austin.

Ok, so this was new. Very hot and suddenly very arousing and new. Her breath returned as her mind reassembled the naughty, extraordinary night that left her in bed with her boyfriend and another man.

“You ok, babe?” Austin asked her in a whisper. His hand slid up her side and cupped her cheek. His eyes glimpsed the temporary confusion in hers. He smiled at the sexually disheveled condition of her dark hair.

“Uh . . . Yeah, I’m actually great,” Joy answered. She pressed her mouth forward onto his. Her tongue snaked into his mouth and tangled with his tongue. “Just . . . wow,” she whispered as she drew back from the kiss and turned back over toward the other man asleep beside her. She wrapped her arm around him again and pressed herself into his naked warmth.

“Devin,” Austin whispered in her ear as he pushed against her body with his, molding her close up to her other bedmate.

“Yes. Thank you, baby,” she whispered back.

“For his name or for last night?” Austin asked with a quiet laugh.

“Both,” Joy sighed. Her hands began to roam slowly over Devin’s body. More memories lit up her mind. She turned her head back toward Austin. “Fuck. Was last night as crazy as I remember?”

“Well, I hope you remember it all. It was pretty fucking crazy and super hot, baby.”

Austin rolled away from her and sat up on the edge of the bed. “Gotta pee,” he said quietly before standing up and walking around the foot of the bed past Joy and Devin spooning in the white hotel room sheets.

Joy watched him close the bathroom door and realized, with a more electric thrill than she had anticipated would happen in such a circumstance, that she was alone in bed with another man, snuggling comfortably, but becoming irrepressibly aroused.

The noise of the bathroom door closing must have tipped Devin out of his sleeping dream and into his waking one. Joy felt the tension of wakefulness in him and kissed the back of his neck. Her hand spread across his chest and she squeezed him against herself.

“Good morning, Devin.” Her voice cracked a little, partially just because she was speaking with her full voice for the first time that morning, but partially because she suddenly felt a little nervousness. After all, this was the first time a second man had stayed through the night with them. Protocol for the circumstance was unclear.

Devin reached back, cupped her tiny tight ass cheek and pulled her in closer. “Morning, Joy.” He paused and ran his hand down the leg she had wrapped over his. “How are you feeling?”

“Delightfully used,” she growled in his ear. Her hand strayed down over his abdomen and her fingers curled around his semi-erect black cock. “And very horny.”

Devin rolled over and faced her. The sheet sliding off of them. Her hand followed his cock, feeling it growing harder as she stroked and squeezed it. He looked down, surveying her muscular, tight body. Her lips and teeth latched onto his nipple. She remembered, he thought.

Joy let herself slide into the sensuality of the moment. She felt Devin’s hand slide up and discover the growing wetness on her pussy lips. Her body undulated at his touch and a wave of heat seemed to flow from his finger tips, through her pussy, and into the pit of her stomach. Sexual hunger created a need in her to be filled, once again. Last night’s feast seemed only to have whetted her appetite for more.

Austin stepped out of the bathroom and stopped to stare at the beautiful, intimate, sexually-charged scene on the bed. Devin’s dark skin contrasted with Joy’s lightly tanned nakedness. He couldn’t see her hand between them stroking Devin’s cock, but he could tell what she was doing. He moved to the foot of the bed for a better angle and was rewarded with the view of her hand wrapped around his big black cock. The sunshine spilling through the sheer curtain from the balcony also illuminated the glistening wetness of Joy’s pussy juices on Devin’s fingers as he slid them in and out of her pussy. afyon escort Not that they were paying any attention to him, but Austin decided to take a chance and see what might happen if he were not a factor.

“I’m going to go down to see the barista for some coffee for us.” Austin pulled on his pants and a T-shirt.

The mention of coffee was enough to break Joy’s concentration. “Yes, please!” She kissed Devin quickly on the lips. “I need to clean up a bit.” As she slid off the bed, Austin worried that he might have broken the spell between the two lovers, but Joy wrapped her arms around him and nuzzled close to his ear. “Don’t hang out down there or you’ll miss out.”

As Austin entered the lobby, he wondered whether any of the bar and restaurant employees from last night were still working. After the scene last night, seeing any of them this morning would’ve been a bit amusing and awkward.

He didn’t recognize anyone and placed his order with the barista. As he waited, he wondered what was happening in the room and, alternatively, he had flashback memories of last night. Imagined and remembered images flooded his mind and his already hard cock became almost painfully engorged. He glanced back at the now empty bar. Last night, it was packed around the bar and the tables clustered nearby. Right there at the beveled corner of the bar, Joy had taken her role as his slut very seriously. The sexual tension had been so tight, it felt like it was still lingering there amongst the empty barstools.

The barista was taking her time. Austin wondered if he should take the available time to walk to his car and move it closer to the hotel. His difficulty finding a parking spot had been the genesis of the crazy night they had just experienced. A festival downtown, a home baseball game at the stadium, and a couple of weddings at the hotel meant that the parking garage was full, valet parking was maxed out, as well as every street parking spot for blocks around. He spent 30 minutes driving around the city blocks before finally driving several blocks into a residential neighborhood to find a spot. By the time he walked back to join Joy at the fancy hotel bar, it was more than 45 minutes after he had registered and dropped off their luggage in the room. His mood had darkened.

However, when he saw Joy at the corner of the bar in obviously heated flirting with two men – a black man to her right and a white man to her left, his mood improved instantly. He paused at the edge of the crowded tables and watched his lover. She was wearing one of her most revealing dresses. Actually, it’s about as revealing as a dress can possibly be and still actually be a garment. It’s a tight sheer minidress with a black and white cherub print acting as semi-camouflage on the essentially see-through dress. Beneath it she wore her favorite minimalist Calvin Klein black bralette and a pair of shockingly visible red thong panties – not a g-string, but just wide enough to be legal in public. Just barely.

Her hands touched and caressed their arms as she turned back and forth between the men, laughing and obviously enjoying their conversation. The men were easily reading her signs and were deliberately standing very close to her. She half turned and glanced around behind her, looking for Austin. He started moving toward her before they made eye contact.

As he approached her, she turned fully and embraced him tightly, locking her lips to his in a quick, but intensely horny kiss. She broke off the kiss and pushed herself back between her new friends. “This is Devin.” Joy introduced him as she fell against his chest. Devin lifted his right hand around Joy to shake Austin’s hand. Joy then slid forward and wrapped her arm around the other man’s waist.

“This is David,” Joy purred.

David reached out a nervous hand to Austin. “Nice to meet you.”

“Not as much as you’ve enjoyed meeting Joy, I’m sure.” Austin gave a disarming smile. He could sense some tension, or perhaps, disappointment, in the two men who surely thought they had hit a freaky little mother lode when they met Joy. Their first impressions were entirely correct. Joy is a freaky little mother.

“Let us buy you a drink,” Devin offered.

“Sure!” Austin noticed Joy had an empty mule cup near her on the bar. Devin had noticed it too. He signaled the bar tender and a round for everyone was ordered. Joy stepped into Austin’s arms and whispered into his ear, “My new friends are very nice . . . and very interested in me.”

“Uh huh,” Austin hummed into her ear.

“They’re good at flirting. I’m horny as fuck,” she whispered to him.

Austin gave her his animal growl and cupped her very visible ass cheeks in both hands. His big hands nearly covered her tiny, firm bubble butt. Joy leaned back into his hands and gave him her patented naughty smile. She and Austin understood each other’s desires and signals very well. She knew she had just received the green light.

Joy aydın escort moved back until she was leaning on the bar and wrapped an arm around each of the well-dressed men. In the lighting, her dress was practically invisible. She looked like a lingerie fitness model with two male props for a sexy photo shoot. Her nipples were signaling her arousal. Her hands on each of their asses signaled her intent.

The drinks arrived and a very sexy and fun conversation ensued. After finishing another drink, Joy excused herself to visit the ladies’ room. All three men watched her poised and poison walk – poised like a ballet dancer, but with hip-snapping poison of a femme fatale.

As she entered the upscale restroom, Joy realized that she had just walked through a very crowded, well-lit, premium bar wearing practically nothing but her skimpy underwear. She had not even given her exhibitionism a thought. Such was the intense distraction of her unexpectedly erotic situation with her two new male friends at the bar.

She had worn her tiny, tight, sheer dress for her date with Austin as a special treat for him. Their incredibly close, trusting, and freeing relationship had opened them both up to possibilities for excitement, eroticism, and deeper emotional entanglement with one another. Austin was always prolific in his praise of her body and any clothing she wore that displayed her beauty in public. He was very open with her that her public exhibitionism, daring clothing, and even public nudity was one of his peak turn-ons. His performance in bed while always amazing, became even more animalistic and mind-blowing whenever she had preceded it with publicly provocative clothing or slutty behavior.

She found that it was a huge turn-on for her also. She encouraged Austin to choose new clothes for her that he found particularly provocative. She learned that wearing those outfits gave her more motivation for her extreme workouts and that the public exposure – the reactions of people she encountered – super-charged her already high libido. Relaxing her concerns about propriety allowed her to express her femininity and her raw sexual power. Seeing the impact on Austin, seeing his admiring gaze on her or his obvious pride when others stared at and ogled her, was a source of energizing sexual and emotional connection between them. It had become an upward spiral of joy, excitement, endearment, and adventure. She was hooked on the thrill of it all and her comfort with increasingly provocative clothing now surprised her as she thought back on her attitude before meeting Austin.

Their closeness had also allowed them both to openly share fantasies. When Austin first shared that he wanted to share her with other partners, she wasn’t shocked by him having this fantasy. She was shocked that she was hyper-turned on by the idea. Over time, their shared fantasies became more elaborate. Multiple, simultaneous partners having sex with her being a key component. Joy was strongly bisexual, so some fantasies featured her having sex with multiple men or multiple women. This eventually had condensed into a simple idea – she wanted to be Austin’s little slut – especially his little public slut.

It seemed like tonight was headed toward the realization of some of those fantasies. In the restroom, away from the bustle of the bar, she felt her body vibrating with nervous excitement. How far was she willing to go? Fantasies were one thing, but reality? Being slutty is much different than acting slutty.

Things with Devin and David has moved so quickly, so smoothly. She felt such a rush when they began chatting her up and respectfully, but obviously, displaying that they were very attracted to her. The transition from friendliness to overtly sexual had been seamless and before she realized it, she was letting it play out as if she were just acting out a play based on her fantasies. Chatting became touching. Nipples became hard and, as she could clearly see in her current position, panties became soaked. She felt like just a few moments of relaxation in their seduction game had become a headlong slide down a slippery slope.

Checking herself in the mirror, she knew she needed to decide whether she would execute a course correction. She could have an amazing, but typical, night with Austin after having her teasing fun with the two hot men at the bar. Or she could fall willingly into the depravity her body was screaming for. Joy was very in touch with her body. She was a frequent and fervent masturbator. She knew how to interpret her sexual animal’s appetite. As she stood, nervous and shaking before the mirror, she knew her body craved their cocks. Her yearning to submit to the pleasure of being served by three men felt as powerful as the pounding of her heart in her chest.

Joy checked her posture in her reflection. She breathed deeply with her eyes closed for a moment. Opening her eyes, she smiled her naughty smile. Tonight, she would live her fantasies. ağrı escort Tonight, she would redefine her boundaries. Or burn them to ash.

She did wonder if anyone could see how wet her panties were through her flimsy dress as she walked back through the crowded bar. She actually hoped so.

Over the next hour, Joy paid attention to all three men, moving from one set of arms to the next, grinding her ass against and caressing their cocks as she joked, kissed, and flirted with them. She took particular delight in rubbing a cock with each hand or rubbing a cock while grinding on another. She loved the thrill of being so naughty and scandalous in public.

Behind Austin, at a table near the bar, an uptight, over-dressed, blonde socialite made a loud comment to her friends, “I’m just trying to figure out what’s going on here.” Her comment just happened to land in a random lull in the cacophony of the noisy bar. Austin and Joy both heard it clearly and Joy glanced over Austin”s shoulder to see the sour woman glaring at her.

“I seem to have a jealous audience,” Joy commented.

“Shouldn’t be a big surprise, my love.”

“Yeah, but she’s been drinking a lot. She probably won’t behave herself now that she’s started. Maybe we should take our fun out to the courtyard.” Joy suggested.

Austin left to check the courtyard for seating. As he returned past the blonde’s table and signaled to Joy that he had found a place for them, he heard the blonde make a snide comment. “Apparently, this hotel doesn’t mind prostitutes working here.”

The comment was said loud enough to be intended to be heard by all around. Austin stopped cold between the table and Joy, just as the three of them began to move toward him. He turned to confront the blonde bitch, but Joy gently pushed him to move away.

“I got this,” she insisted.

Austin backed up and let Joy move closer to the table.

“Hi, I’m Joy,” she said as she reached her hand out to the blonde. Her gesture was met with a silent glare.

“I’m not a prostitute, just a happy slut, but I do like to share. You seem like you need to get laid. Care to join us?”

“I think not!” Disgust dripped from the blonde’s voice.

“No? Well, that’s ok. More for me then.” Joy leaned over on the table, placing weight on her arms and lowering her face closer to the now quiet blonde. The muscles in Joy’s well-developed arms and shoulders flexed. Joy’s voice dropped the friendly, slightly drunken smoothness.

“A well deserved ass-kicking is also on offer.” She leveled her eyes at the blonde. The confidence drained from the plaster-faced blonde’s eyes and she turned away from Joy.

“No?” Joy stood up elegantly. Her openly visible abs flexed under her sheer dress.

“Don’t ever try to ruin my fun again or I’ll pull that stick out of your ass and beat the Botox right out of your face with it.” She gave the blonde a malevolent smile.

With that, Joy turned and led the three men out to the courtyard. Her hips snapped side-to-side with even more sass than normal for her sassy ass.

“Damn, girl! You just made my cock harder than it already was,” Devin laughed as he followed her closely. Joy reached back, grabbed his hand and placed it on her ass.

“Keep your hand right there and see how your cock likes that,” she winked at him.

David chimed in, “Hey, I thought it was hot too!” Joy stopped and jutted her ass out toward David. He got the hint and grabbed her other ass cheek. The ass-bound trio continued the short walk to the wicker sofa that Austin pointed out. A thick forest of stares followed their progress.

The sofa faced an outdoor fireplace, unused in the warmth of the summer night. Joy sat in the middle of the sofa with her new friends on each side. Austin sat on the closer end of a wicker loveseat at the corner of the sofa. From there he had a view of most of the other patrons enjoying the courtyard. Two young women sat talking and sipping wine on the other loveseat opposite his.

Once settled into the sofa, Joy turned the heat up on the boys. Her kisses and her blatant rubbing of their cocks became less playful and more passionate, more urgent, more X-rated. At one point, Austin got distracted trying to spot the server and when he looked back at Joy, her red thong panties were stretched between her knees. Her dress was pushed up, and would have fully exposed her dripping wet pussy, except it was covered by Devin’s large hand. The stark contrast of his dark hand against her light mons made it seem like a spot light was aimed at her pussy. His fingers were rubbing her engorged clit.

“Oh my god!” One of the girls squealed to the other. Both girls now stared wide-eyed. Joy and Devin never indicated that they noticed their audience’s reaction. They were buried in a long, hot kiss. David took the initiative to slide Joy’s panties the rest of the way down to Joy’s strappy red shoes and then completely off. He stuffed them in the pocket of his blazer draped on the arm of the sofa.

Joy’s heart raced. She was, basically, unclothed from the waist down, getting finger-fucked in a very public place by a man she just met, while two college girls, another man she just met, and her boyfriend sat very nearby watching her depravity. Her pussy gushed.

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“Cathy? How do you stay sane with Jim gone all the time?” April asked her neighbor as they sat at her kitchen table watching her fix us each a cup of hot tea.

As she looked at Cathy, a slightly plump dirty blonde woman who was about the same age (early 40s) dressed in pink shorts and a white cotton blouse, April noticed that her white legs from the back, while larger than her own, were fairly muscular. Cathy walked a great deal in an effort to lose weight and the results of all that walking wear easy to see.

“It is hard sometimes but I’ve gotten used to it. The kids have adjusted to his absences and I guess I have over time. When we first got married, he was never gone. But these last ten years—I can hardly remember a Tuesday or Wednesday when he’s been home.”

Cathy walked to the table, carrying the cups with the tea and sat down in the chair adjacent to where April was seated.

April thought for a second as I took a sip of tea.

“Can I ask you a personal question Cathy?”

“Of course.”

After a pause, April inquired, “How long have you been married exactly?”

Cathy laughed and said, “That’s not personal April. We’ve been married almost 20 years. It’ll be 20 when the fall rolls around.” Pausing for a moment, she then continued, “It sure doesn’t seem that long.”

Looking out the window, April softly said, “That’s not exactly the personal question I wanted to ask.”

“Well don’t be bashful. You know we’re good friends and I’ll answer anything I can for you,” Cathy replied.

“It’s hard Cathy. It’s really a personal question.”

“April: go ahead. If I don’t want to answer it, I’ll tell you that. But now you’ve got me really interested to ask me! You’re killing me!” she said with a chuckle.

“Okay. But if you get embarrassed, just tell me and I’ll run out the front door!” the redhead responded.

“I don’t think you’ll have to do any running my friend.”

“My question is: How is your sex life? I mean, before you answer, let me say that mine is really poor. Eric and I rarely kiss anymore let alone anything more passionate or personal. We love each other but after 25 years, it seems like there is nothing left other than watching each other get undressed.”

Cathy looked me in the eye and had a very slight smile on her face. A pleasant smile, not a smirk or anything like that.

“Well…let’s see. Jim and I have, just like you, really slowed down over the years. When we first were going together and were really serious about one another, we were like rabbits—I remember being naked and in bed for entire weekends. There were times when Jim got an erection on Friday night and he’d still be hard going to work on Monday morning,” she said with a laugh. “Goodness. Don’t ever repeat that April! Jim would kill me if he knew I said that to you or anyone else!”

April laughed and replied, “Oh, we had those periods ourselves. I thought at one point that Eric’s penis was permanently stuck inside of me. But what about today?”

Cathy sipped her tea, took a deep breath and said, “We don’t do things like we used to. Jim still likes me to give him oral sex and that seems to be our favorite sexual pastime these days.”

Unsure whether to ask Cathy for details, April decided that this was the opportunity to really open up.

“Do you, you know, with Jim during oral sex?” April asked nervously.

“Do I what?” Cathy asked.

“Oh gosh…this is so hard for me to ask you…you know, swallow him when he orgasms?” April asked, certain her face was red like an apple in embarrassment.

Cathy smiled and replied, “I do sometimes. Other times he comes on my breasts or in some tissues.”

Embarrassed, April offered to Cathy, “That’s pretty risqué Cathy. Thanks for being honest.”

“No problem. I trust you April or I wouldn’t have told you what I did.”

April waited a moment and then asked, “What about when Jim’s gone and there isn’t any oral sex to give? Don’t you get horny?”

“Of course. The older I’m getting, the hornier I’m getting. Or so it seems. I keep attributing it to hormones or something,” Cathy replied. “But when that happens, I just take matters into my own hands.”

“Into your own hands—what do you mean?” April asked.

“You know, I masturbate,” Cathy offered.

“Oh, well, uh, you didn’t have to share that with me Cathy. I appreciate it but I don’t want you to get uncomfortable.”

“April—if I didn’t want to tell you that I masturbate, I wouldn’t have mentioned it. I’m not embarrassed to tell you that. Everyone does it. Just don’t pass that around the neighborhood! And before you say anything: çorum escort I’m kidding, I know you wouldn’t spread that around.”

April paused and looked into my cup, thinking of what to say to Cathy’s comment. Before she could reply, her blonde haired neighbor broke the silence.

“And I got a good silent vibrator so that helps a lot when Jim’s gone and the kids are home.”

April looked at her in shock. This was Cathy Moore, the neighborhood “straight A” housewife—and she is admitting she uses a vibrator?

“A vibrator? YOU have a vibrator? Really?” April asked in shock.

Cathy laughed out loud and said, “Don’t make me feel embarrassed. Yes I own a vibrator. I call him different names but he’s always wonderful. He is hard all the time, he is ready anytime I want him to be, he never asks me to swallow, never says he wants a threesome with my best friend and he never, ever cums in me,” she said with a laugh.

“A threesome with her best friend?” April thought to myself but decided not to say anything about it right then.

“Wow Cathy. I guess I never thought of you, well, you know…”

“April. We all get horny. What’s the big deal with me using a vibrator for a little sexual release?” she asked.

Cathy sat and stared at April, making her redheaded neighbor momentarily disappointed for having started this conversation.

“Come with me,” Cathy said as she took my left hand in hers and stood up. April did likewise and she pulled her friend out of the kitchen and up the house stairs. The morning light shined brightly through the windows along the stairway wall as April walked up the steps behind Cathy, noticing her rear end through her shorts and the obvious outline of her panties.

We got to the top of the stairs and took an immediate right into their master bedroom that looked out over their backyard. The large bed was still unmade with pillows and blankets in a pile towards the center of the bed. The blinds were open allowing the morning sunshine to create a bright environment.

“Excuse the fact I’ve not made the bed yet this morning,” Cathy told me.

“Don’t worry, my bed is in the same shape,” April offered.

Cathy motioned for her neighbor to sit next to her on the side of the bed (her side?) and as April sat down, she reached into the nightstand and rummaged around before pulling out a purple vibrator that was shaped similar to a penis. She looked at it a moment and offered it to April.

April took it in my hand and looked at it intently. She’d never seen one in real life—only on the Internet or a long time ago in some porno magazines her husband had.

“That’s what helps me make it through the long weeks when Jim is gone,” Cathy said quietly.

As April looked at it and mentally compared it to her husband’s erect organ, she realized it was significantly larger.

“This is huge Cathy. Does this really, uh, fit you?” April asked nervously.

“Oh yes. It’s perfect. Remember that we all expand when needed down there.”

“Yes but it seems so large. I can’t imagine something this big fitting inside of me,” April replied.

“Want to try it out?” Cathy inquired.

“You’re not serious!” was April’s response.

“Sure. You can take it home and try it out to see if you would like a boyfriend like mine.”

“Oh Cathy, I can’t. This is yours and I wouldn’t even know how to use it properly.”

“April…it works just like your husband. You lay back, spread your legs and let nature run its course.”

She looked April in the eye, her blue eyes sincere as always and dropping her voice to a tone of seriousness, said, “Do you want to see how it works?”

April didn’t know what to say so she did what she always did when she was unable to decide: She froze. No response at all.

Cathy stood up and started unbuttoning her blouse as she looked at me. Her white bra come into view and soon the blouse was unbuttoned and she pulled it from the waistband of her shorts. Her breasts were large, maybe even a D cup, but April couldn’t tell for sure from the white cotton bra she had on. She then reached to her waist, unbuttoned the waist button and then unzipped her shorts to allow them to slide down her torso, thighs and calves before they landed on the floor. April looked at her crotch and could see the ruffled cotton caused by her pubic hair through the thin white cotton hi-cut panties she had on.

“Cathy…you really don’t have to do this. I mean, I can’t…” April said with a nervous tone to her voice. April had seen Cathy in a swimsuit once or twice before but she was now in her denizli escort neighbor’s master bedroom and her neighbor was down to her open blouse, bra and panties.

“Slide down the bed April.”

As April moved toward the end of her friend’s bed, Cathy reached to her waist and pushed her panties down her torso to reveal her pubic hair and continued down her thighs before allowing gravity to drop them to her ankles, where she stepped out of them. Cathy’s pubic hair was a darker shade than the blonde hair on her head and was matted from both the pressure of her panties as well as, April presumed, some moisture that her body had given off in the last few moments. She pushed her blouse open allowing her body’s front to be covered only by her bra and the blouse on her arms and shoulders.

Cathy reached to the bedspread where the vibrator lay and picked it up. She looked April in the eye and said, “I like to pretend this is the cock of somebody I know. Just a fantasy of mine that I like to do. Today I think I’ll imagine it belongs to Eric,” she said with a smile as she laid on her back and pulled her knees in the air.

“Eric? That’s my husband’s name!” the redhead thought to herself instantly.

“Cathy—do you mean MY Eric?” April asked.

Smiling, Cathy put the vibrator in her mouth and licked it softly, as her eyes looked deep into mine but without a response to the question. As she pulled it out of her mouth, she simply smiled at me.

April’s mind suddenly forgot her reference to her husband and as she realized that Cathy had put the vibrator, which had obviously been inside of her pussy many times before, in her mouth. “Does that mean she…?” April thought to herself. “No. She wouldn’t do THAT!”

April watched as Cathy took the vibrator and twisted it to start a gentle hum. Cathy looked at April as she moved the device down her torso to her waiting pussy. For the first time, as Cathy’s hand were at her waist and headed down to her pubic region, April looked straight at Cathy’s pussy. It was the first pussy she had seen up-close in her life—and clearly the first one she’d ever seen in a state of obvious sexual arousal. Cathy’s pubic hair was matted and April could see evidence of white fluid exiting between her lips.

From her reclined position, Cathy knew her neighbor was shocked by what she was doing but at this point she was so horny that even if April got up and ran out of the house, Cathy was certain she’d continue with her masturbation session.

Rubbing the vibrator along the outside of her obviously well lubricated pussy, Cathy watched April’s eyes—locked in on her vaginal area. She’d never done anything like this before but Cathy was too far down the path to even think of stopping.

Slowly Cathy inserted the humming plastic penis slowly into her pussy with her right hand holding the end of the device and she moaned softly. Her eyes were now closed as “Eric” penetrated her pussy deeper. With her left hand, she moved it to her pubic region and softly ran her fingers through her blonde pubic hairs. As they softly rubbed the hair, she moved her index finger to her clit and softly rubbed the little pink nub.

April sat on the bed completely mesmorized. She’d never seen another female in such a setting and couldn’t help but begin to feel herself becoming turned on. Cathy’s closed eyes didn’t reflect her very open pussy lips. April could see the moisture from Cathy’s body both on the skin of her vaginal lips as well as on the purple plastic penis—’Eric’ as she had called ‘him.’ April was well aware of the vaginal discharge from her own body but she couldn’t recall seeing her own body producing the quantity that was slowly oozing from Cathy’s own pussy.

As Cathy slowly pulled the vibrator in and out of her pussy, she continued to rub her clit with her left hand’s fingers. She had quickly entered into a zone of sexual bliss and had almost forgotten her friend and neighbor was sitting only a few feet away from her. Never before had Cathy masturbated in front of another female—her husband was the only person who’d ever seen her pleasure herself and that hadn’t happened in many years.

As the minutes passed, Cathy cracked her eyes and saw her friend staring at her pussy. April was completely unaware that Cathy was looking at her as she was so engrossed in watching the vibrator in Cathy’s pussy. Saying nothing Cathy closed her eyes again and reverted back to her sexual bliss. ‘Eric’ continued to hum and ‘his’ in-and-out rhythm was clearly pulling Cathy towards an orgasm. Cathy took her left hand from her groin and düzce escort reached up to her right breast, gently squeezing her erect nipple through the cotton cup of her bra. “Why didn’t I take my bra off earlier?” she thought momentarily before removing her hand from her hard nipple and directing it back to her erect clit, which was now very moist.

Cathy could sense her vaginal juices were running down her butt crack and she sensed the bed sheet she was laying on was getting damp as well. She lifted her butt a few inches and readjusted her torso without removing ‘Eric’ from her pussy. Cathy could sense her orgasm was only moments away.

As April watched her friend tense her body and lift up to readjust herself, she realized her own right hand was at her left breast and was tweaking her own nipple through the T-shirt and bra that covered her body. For a split second she thought she should take her hand off her own breast but realized that wasn’t possible. April was far too sexually excited to simply sit with her hands folded as if in church.

Cathy was oblivious to her friend’s physical pleasuring. Her eyes remained closed and her body began to signal to her of the impending orgasm. Cathy continue to move ‘Eric’ in and out at the same rate but her fingers directing pleasure to her clit sped up. Cathy sensed her breathing began to get shorter and shorter and her leg muscles began to tense.

April could sense a change in her friend’s sexual state of bliss. An orgasm was nearing and April wondered what her response should be? Should she remain silent or encourage Cathy through the peak of orgasm? She’d never seen another female have an orgasm but from her own personal experience with such pleasure, she couldn’t help but sit with an envious gaze at her friend as Cathy’s hand continued to maneuver the vibrator in her vagina as her body began to tense up.

Cathy felt a tidal wave of pleasure building up. Oblivious to the fact her friend and neighbor was at her feet watching her as she continued to masturbate, Cathy closed her eyes tighter and sped up the rubbing of her clit while not changing the motion or speed of movements of ‘Eric’ in her pussy.

“Oooohhhhhh…” she grunted out as she climaxed. Taking a trio of deep breaths, her legs tensed up and then unwound like a rubber band being loosened. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of perspiration as the spasms in her pussy slowed. She thought momentarily, “I should have put a towel underneath—the sheets are soaked.”

As Cathy fell back to reality she opened her eyes. Momentarily while in the throws of her orgasm, she’d turned off the world so it was a tiny bit of reality to open her eyes and see her friend sitting at her feet with a look of wonderment on her face. April hardly blinked—she just starred at Cathy and, as Cathy’s chest expanded and contracted as she caught her breath, smiled at what she had just seen.

“April? I, uh, I…I don’t know what to say.”

After a pause, April replied: “Cathy that was about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. If you can get an orgasm like THAT, I think I’m going to have to get one of those!” referring to the purple vibrator.

Cathy felt like sleeping but instead she slowly pulled the vibrator from her pussy. Covered with her discharge juices, she reached with her left hand to shut the device off so it went silent. Cathy pulled the vibrator up to look at it and then saw April gazing at the plastic pleasure device as well.

“What the hell?” Cathy thought to herself and, with her friend watching, Cathy opened her mouth and inserted the well lubricated vibrator in her mouth. Tasting her own juices that covered the plastic device took her back to when she first learned of tasting her sexual fluids. Her tongue blatantly wrapped around the purple pleasuring device several times so as to allow April the opportunity to see Cathy making sure it was well cleaned by its owner’s own mouth.

April had never thought to taste herself so seeing Cathy put the obviously sexually wet vibrator in her own mouth was a shock to her. It seemed so “nasty” to April but also quite erotic as well. She was now quite horny in her own way, certain the cotton crotch of her panties was soaked. She could feel the moisture without even touching down there with her fingers. It had been a long time since April was this aroused!

It was clear to the redhead that this wasn’t the first time that Cathy had done this—she’d now seen her friend put the plastic purple penis in her mouth twice in a very short period of time—so Cathy was obviously less concerned about what her friend might think that April would have been. Pulling the vibrator from her mouth Cathy made a loud noise, emphasizing the fact she’d just sucked and licked it clean of her own juices.

With a smile Cathy looked April in the eyes and said, “So now it’s your turn April. Are you ready?”

To be continued…

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Warning: this story contains pegging.

I came into work tonight with a condom in my pocket and a hard-on in my boxers. I’m a zombie. I haven’t slept all day because I’ve been fantasizing about Marla. Marla’s throat around my cock. Her velvety snatch squeezing me dry. She moans as I shove my fingers in her rectum. Cover her in my…

“Uhhh…? Ex-cuse-me? I said… about the MoMA?”

This blonde chick is gawking at me, she looks like she’s at most eighteen and she’s wearing more makeup than clothes. Is that her friend or her sister with the fake red hair, talking in her ear while giving me the stink-eye? How long have they been here?

“Dude, I think he’s high or something,” she whispers in the blonde’s ear.

I’m not high, I just need a moment to process new information, and to stare at your nipples pointing through what might as well be a belt.

“Yes, the MoMA…”

The blonde stares at me expectantly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah! It’s here.”

“I know it’s here!” She rolls her eyes like I’m a retard or something, which I probably am at this point. I read somewhere that sleep deprivation can really fuck with your brain. Or was it in a documentary?

“…want to know how to get there!”

Oh shit, she’s talking again. I give her a map and my best smile. I’m hoping the counter effectively hides my thunder because I’ve got Thor’s hammer in my pants again from staring at these chicks. They’re sharing a room with a king-size bed, I wonder what they get up to in there.

As I’m picturing her friend tongue-deep in her clam, the red-haired one snaps her fingers at me.

“Key?”

I give her the key and they run off towards the elevator, muttering to each other what I can only assume are less than complimentary remarks about my mental well-being. I can feel my heart pumping blood into my prick as I watch them go, their asses bouncing with every step, punctuated by the clicking of their high heels on the marbled tiles.

I turn my eyes to the wooden panel where the keys hang. It’s almost empty. Full house tonight. Two hours go by in a haze, and there’s only one key left on the board. 405. Marla. I can’t stop tonguing that scratch.

And suddenly she’s there at the counter, spilling out of her dress every which way, radiating sex through every pore, and just looking in her eyes is making me burst at the seams. I put her key in her hand, and the touch of her skin almost melts me on the spot.

She leans over the counter and I can smell her perversion.

“See you soon,” she says, and I can’t say anything my throat is so dry. I start locking up while she waits for the elevator, but it gets there before I’m done, and I imagine what it would be like to finger her in the mirrored cabin. It’s an impossible fantasy, of course, as safety regulations prohibit me from riding the elevator.

After the doors and the cash box are all locked up, I take the stairs to the fourth floor. There’s still light coming from underneath one of the doors before Marla’s. 402. I make a mental run through the reservations and come up blank. As I come up close to the door however, the sounds coming from the room are unmistakable.

I’ve been working this hotel for a while now and I know the layout by heart. I know that 402 opens to a closed antechamber, and I could probably peek inside the room without balıkesir escort being seen.

I unlock the door with my passkey and gently push it open with my hand from the outside hallway, maintaining plausible deniability, waiting for a cry of shock, of surprise. But the only sounds coming from inside the room are moans and grunts and the slap-slap-slap of flesh on flesh.

I slip out of my shiny leather shoes and step inside the antechamber, the sounds and smells of sex filling my senses. I push myself flat against the partition separating the antechamber from the bedroom proper. Dare I peek?

I dare and am rewarded. I see the king-size bed from my vantage point, pushed up against the opposite wall. The girls are facing the headboard, away from me, as they’re getting pounded by two guys I don’t remember checking in. It’s not an orgy, just two couples fucking on the same bed. The girls don’t even play with each other. I’m a little disappointed, but I guess real life isn’t like porn.

A burst of clarity permeates my addled brain and I suddenly feel ashamed at this intrusion of privacy. I leave the room and shut the door quietly. I slip my shoes back on and keep walking to 405. Three light knocks. “Reception,” I say in a soft voice, as I let myself in with the passkey.

Marla’s sitting on the bed, naked but for a pair of silky black thigh-highs and an assorted leather choker. She pays no attention to me, completely engrossed in whatever’s happening on her laptop screen. Her legs are splayed wide and she subtly rolls her hips as she types, rubbing her lips on the satin bedspread.

I take off my jacket as I approach the bed and shift my boxers to make room for my growing cock. As I reach Marla, I see that she’s on video call with a middle-aged man. Rugged face, short and neat beard, salt-and-pepper hair. Could be me in twenty years, if I’m lucky.

“Ah! This must be the young Alex. I’ve heard so much about you! I’m Jack,” he says as I come into the webcam’s frame. I turn to look at Marla.

“The secret to a happy marriage is to tell each other everything,” she says. I turn back to the screen.

“You’re the husband? For real? I was starting to think she made you up!”

He chuckles. “No, I’m very real. Unfortunately, I’ve been delayed, but I’ll be in town tomorrow.” He sees my disappointment and smiles. “Oh, don’t worry. You can still come and play. I like to watch.”

I feel Marla stroking me through my pants. “Daddy said I can do anything I want tonight, as long as he’s watching…” I swallow hard as I turn to her once more.

“So, um… what do you want to do?” She smiles and bites her lower lip as she leans in and kisses the tip of my penis through my pants. She unsnaps my belt buckle and slowly pulls down the zipper, the sound like thunder in the quiet room. She slips her hands around my hips and reaches under my boxer to grab my cheeks. She caresses me as she moves her arms down, making my pants fall to the floor.

I’m putty in her hands as she turns me around and yanks my boxers down, exposing my ass. She spreads my cheeks and I feel warmth and wetness on my asshole. She’s licking me! I groan in surprise and pleasure as she opens me up with her tongue. I hear another zipper sound to my right and look over to see Jack enjoying the show on his webcam, bartın escort leaning back in his chair, his sizable cock in his hand. “She loves the ass,” he says in a conspiratorial tone. And is he winking at me? I swear he’s wink- oh my God, she’s getting in deep! My toes curl as I “hnf” and roll my eyes in my head.

She spanks me back to reality and I turn around. “Take off the rest of your clothes, come on,” she says as she touches herself, and I can smell her arousal from here. I obey and join her on the bed. She leans her head back, slightly parting her lips. “Kiss me,” she orders, and I obey, taking her bottom lip between mine, squeezing one hand in the small of her back and the other around her throat. I open her mouth with my lips, seeking her tongue with my own, stroking her hair and the back of her neck. “Hm, so good,” she moans, and suddenly pushes me down on my back. She leans down over me and I can feel the warmth of her breath on my cock. I push my hips up, longing for the inside of her throat, but she dodges me. She licks my shaft instead, lathering it in her saliva, before moving to my balls. She kisses them sloppily, and I can feel her spit pooling around my ass.

Then she flips me over and I’ve got my face in the pillow, and she’s got her tongue in my asshole again. I hear her spit in her hand, and then she’s stroking my cock while she’s tonguing me, and I’ve never been so high on sex in my life. She shoves me face down on the mattress and I feel her finger probing around where her tongue used to be. “You like that, Daddy?”

“Yes!” Jack and I both say at the same time. I turn my head and see him stroking his big hard cock, wearing a lot less clothes than he was a few minutes ago. He looks like he’s sweating, too.

“What do you want me to do next?” she asks him.

“I want to see some anal action,” he says with a smile. “You up for it?”

Marla nudges me. “You.” Me? Am I up for all my dreams coming true?

“Sure, I could give it a shot, I guess.”

Marla nibbles on my ear and whispers, “did you bring that condom?”

I sure did. I take it from my pants and tear it out of the package, trembling as I start to roll it over my cock. Marla grabs my hand, shaking her head.

“Not for you, dummy,” she says as she shoves me back face down on the pillow. “For me.”

What?

I try to turn my head to look back at her and see her fishing a large, fleshy, double-ended dildo out of her overnight bag. Wait. That escalated quickly.

She pushes one end into her pussy and it slides in like a hot knife in butter. She looks in my eyes as she asks, “want me to fuck you with my big cock?” Strangely, I kind of do. She rolls the condom on the other end of the dildo and starts to stroke my anus with her finger.

“Lube it up, you don’t want to tear him apart just yet,” chimes in Jack from the laptop.

“Thanks bro,” I mutter from the pillow as I feel something cold and wet drip on my tight puckered hole. This whole evening took a very different turn from what I expected, and I’m not sure how I feel ab- “Oh, shit! That’s big!” It feels huge in my tiny little asshole.

“That’s just my finger,” says Marla. She massages my cheeks as she works her finger in and out of my hole. It feels warm and tingly, and strangely pleasurable. This gorgeous woman batman escort is fingerfucking my ass and I’m can’t get enough of it. I start pushing back as she opens me up and slips another finger inside. She leans on me, her tits rubbing softly against my back as she breathes in my ear, “you want my cock?”

“Yes!”

“Say it.”

“I want your cock!”

She curls her finger inside me and I see sparks. I’ve never felt this good sober.

“Where do you want it?”

Oh, God! She’s really going to make me do this? I groan and suddenly feel empty and alone as she removes her fingers. I feel her weight shift in the bed.

“Well, if you don’t want to play…”

“I want to play!”

“Then tell me what you want. Come on, you know you want it, you little slut, just say it!”

“Okay, okay! I want you to fuck my ass with your big cock!” Just saying it makes my dick quiver, and for a fraction of a second I think I’m going to regret it as I feel the rubbery tip of the dildo stretch my anus.

But Marla’s a pro. She adds more lube and withdraws, then pokes me again. I remember the advice I gave to every girl I’ve sodomized and push out to let her in. I feel the dildo penetrate me and moan in the pillow as Marla grabs my hips and starts to thrust slowly, feeding me inch after inch of her plastic cock.

I moan like a wanton slut as I roll my hips back and forth to match her thrusts, losing myself in the rhythm and the feeling of fulness in my ass. I’ve never had so much as a Q-tip back there before tonight, and now I think I’m addicted.

“You like that, babe?”

“I love it,” says Jack from the laptop as I moan and groan incoherently, drooling on the pillow. “Look at him shaking his ass like a two-dollar whore, he can’t get enough of it!” He’s right. I glance at the screen and see him furiously jerking himself, his hand a blur on his cock.

Marla grabs my hair and pulls my head up. “Take it all! Take it all in your ass!” She’s pounding me harder and harder, poking my prostate with every stroke. She grabs my chin to turn my head toward the laptop. “Take it all on your face, you dirty slut!”

Jack erupts in a geyser of cum, covering his webcam with his thick cream, and I lick my lips and wonder how it tastes. I’ve never done anything with a guy, but for a crazy moment I picture myself with Jack’s cock in my mouth, feeling it pulsate as it sprays his semen on my tongue. Just the thought of it is so exciting that…

“I’m gonna come!” I whine. Marla stops and pulls out. “No! Don’t stop! I want to come. Please!” She flips me over and lifts my ankles to her shoulders as she penetrates me again with the dildo. She spits in her hand and reaches over to grab my cock. She jerks me in rhythm with her thrusting. Down as she thrusts in, up as she pulls out. I can feel my orgasm mounting all the way from the depths of my ass. She pounds me again, and again, and again, and I lose all control. I feel a jolt of electricity deep inside me and the sharpest, most intense pleasure I’ve ever felt as I spray spurt after spurt all over my chest and face. I open my mouth and catch some on my tongue. It’s salty and sweet and it tastes like I’m never going to be the same again.

I suddenly feel very empty as Marla pulls her cock out of me completely. I lay back on the bed covered in my own cum, looking up at Marla’s beaming face, her hair matted to her forehead, her skin damp and shimmering in the soft light of the hotel room. She leans into me, caressing my body, licking me, tasting my sweat and cum.

“Was it good for you?” she asks.

“Thank you,” I whisper in a final breath before I pass out.

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I had just gotten home from backpacking around Asia for a few months; and everything had changed, my girlfriend of two years broke up with me, the club I bounced with closed, and I had arrived back in the states to late to get any of the classes I needed. So I crashed with my parents, smoked weed all day hung out with my friends all night, and did the craigslist job search. But I didn’t really want a job, I liked not really doing anything, it felt great; I had never in my life really had nothing to do, I had always worked, always had something to accomplish.

But as most of my friends were either working or still In college I had little to do during the day; I’d watch movies, smoke weed, play video games, smoke weed, eat, smoke weed….. It grew kind of boring.

Now that I had start myself down the road of sexual deviance, I need a new partner, but the club girls where boring, I didn’t want my friends to really know what weird shit I was into, so I turned to my old friend the internet for help.

Craigslist was a bust, nothing but fakes, guys posing as chicks, and bots. Facebook was still mostly for college students, I think at the time you still need a college e-mail to get an account, but there was glorious MySpace.

MySpace when, MySpace was the shit! You made up a profile or in my case two, one for friends, and the other for fun. A lot of the profiles you’d find were again; guys posting as chicks, or bots, but there were some real freaks on there as well. I remember the two I actually met and actually did something with, the older chick and the younger chick. This is the story of me and the older chick, as the younger girl is still ongoing.

Her name was Jennifer, her display name had been Jessygottaphatty, and I mean come on what horny 21 year old guy wouldn’t to click on that. She was a big girl, not fat but tall wide and curve, big double-D’s, and a fat spanking ass. I immediately started to get hard just looking through her pictures, I sent her a friend request and immediately was accepted. I commented her pictures she commented mine, we exchanged e-mails, then started to im.

I found out she had recently graduated from Rutgers, and was working as an entry level data analyst with Morgan Stanley, I told her about my boredom having nothing to do during the day.

We chatted for a few days, the messages getting naughtier and naughtier, we exchanged stories of our past exploits; I told her about my 3-way relationship with the two Asian girls I had met during my stint as a bouncer, she told me of her lesbian relationship she had been in, in college.

After that we started to talk on the phone, mostly just phone sex, sometimes she would call me while she was at work, she was always horny, she would be in the bathroom fingering herself, using a dildo, or a vibrator, I would of course strip down and jerk bayburt escort off, neither of us saying anything.

The problem was she lived at home and so did I, neither of us could host and she lived in jersey while I lived in NYC. After weeks and weeks of just phone play during the week I got a random text msg from her.

Call me now.

So of course I whipped out my cell phone and called.

I could hear giggling, and the sound of cars in the background

“Hey whets up sexxxy?’ I asked, drawing out the x’s.

She giggled “I’m coming to the city tonight so I hope you don’t have any plans”

I was stunned, I had been beginning to think would never meet my internet vixen, and a little scared that she wouldn’t look like her pictures, or wouldn’t like me once we met.”Of, course… where should we meet?”

“It’s my friends 25th birthday we’re going to Webster hall “she said. I could hear the girls giggling in the background.

I knew the club it was downtown, I knew a few of the bouncers so I knew I could get hooked up with drinks as I was nearly broke and jobless.

We setup a time and place to meet, and just as I was hanging up I heard.

“I’m going to rape your body” and a chorus of giggles before silence.

I smoked spliff and took a nap, when I woke I got ready; shave, shower, and a jerk. Called up a few friends to join up with me and headed downtown.

We pregamed pretty hard on the train so by the time we got down we were quite tipsy. The girls had planned to meet us at a pizza shop across the street and there they were, there she was.

Just a little bit under 6ft pretty, and unbelievably curvy, my dick was immediately hard. I waved and she squealed with delight and ran over to me. Throwing her arms around me, my own immediately slid from her lower back down to grope her ass, she giggled as I gave her a quick pinch.

Just wanted to see if this was real” I said laughing.

Her eyes promised more, much more.

We all got introduced, smoked a quick spliff, and got online, my hand never far from her ass.

Luckily my friend was working the door, and let us in once he saw me, he also hooked me up with drink tickets, which I was very thankful for, and we entered the club.

It was early barely 11but the place was popping we got drinks and a table and just talked for awhile everybody was getting nice and acquainted, and ripped, when she drags me away from the group onto the dance floor.

The music playing was reggaeton, and dancing to it was like fucking, I at first we danced face to face then moving with the rhythm I spun her around so her back was to me, my hands rand up and down her body, I could feel her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her low cut bodice. They grew hard at my exploration, and I pinched them, I could bilecik escort her gasp then moan. I quickly spun her again and our eyes met and so did our lips. Our tongues exploring our cavernous mouths, our hands roaming around each other’s bodies. Finally we broke the kiss each of us breathing hard. We continued to dance, i pushed her head down and she was in the doggy position as I grinded my now rock hard dick across her ass, she grabbed my ass and held on as she rode me.

When it was done we went to go back to the table, but our friends were gone, we found a corner and started to make out.

There was nothing but her our make out session got hot and heavy real quick, I slipped one of her tits out and started to suck while she began giving me a hand job right in the middle of the club. Finally it was too much I grabbed her by the hand remembering to stuff my swollen cock back in my pants as I dragged her into the bathroom.

Luckily there was an empty stall and I quickly pushed her in and shut the door behind me, using my body to prop the door closed. I pushed her to her knees and unzipped my pants; her hands attacked it before it could spring out of my boxers. In one swift motion she had it out and in her mouth, at first going so fast I nearly came, and had to yell for her to slow down. She got into a nice slow pace and I was able to control myself as she bobbed back and forth on my shaft, after awhile I grabbed the back of her head and started forcing her to swallow it all, face fucking her like I knew I would soon be fucking her other holes. I could hear her gasping for air, and let her pull her lips off my dick, her hands went back on.

“I want to drink daddy” she said in her tear streaked face, saliva was dripping down the side of her mouth and I couldn’t control myself, I unleashed my load all over her face, and into her mouth.

I sat down o the toilet as she cleaned herself off, I watched as she licked all the cum she could reach with her tongue up and then cleaned the rest of with toilet paper. I could see she was still horny and my dick was not done, but we had been in the stall to long, so we quickly ran out past the clapping guys who had no doubt heard us in the stall

Grabbing more drink we found her friends, two had been dancing with my friends the other was talking to some guys she had met, we all got back on to the dance floor but it was clear she wanted me by myself, I maneuvered us into a dark corner where we continued our kissing and heavy petting. My hand crept up her skirt; I could feel her wetness pouring down her legs as my hand inched further up until I could feel her trembling lips.

Sticking my finger in quickly removed it and brought the finger up to my lips, staring at her I put the finger in my mouth savoring the taste of her sex, she grabbed bingöl escort the back of my head and pulled me down for a hard kiss, her hands went to my zipper, and before I knew it I was sliding in, I could hear her gasp as I pushed her up against the wall, she bit into my shoulder as she screamed in orgasm, I had only thrust in twice or so but the sheer thought of getting caught had made her cum.

We knew we needed more room so we left the club before I could cum, texting our friends that we were leaving we hopped in a cab to the west side where there’s a motel mad for club hookups.

On 12th ave the furthest block you can go before you hit the west side highway is a motel made for cheaters, internet dates, hookers, escorts, bar and club hookups; basically if you looking for a place to fuck, this is it.

We barely made it, in the cab our hands were furious, i couldn’t keep my mouth off of her breasts, my fingers sliding in and out of her wet holes, the cab driver nearly threw us out when she started to give me another blowjob, but we were already there.

We paid for the cab, early threw the money in the receptionist face as we grabbed our keys and dashed to the room. I tried to tear off her clothes, but she danced away, pushing me on to the bed I could see my reflection in the mirror attached to the ceiling.

Wiggling her finger at me she quickly turned around and all I could do was stare at her ass, I wanted to bite it, lick it, fuck it.

I could hear music as she turned around more of the deep Latin beats we had danced to in the club, she started to dance shaking her ass very suggestively, she started to strip, first removing her top, revealing her large breast I had fallen in love with sucking on. She must have felt my gaze as she slithered over to me swaying her hips, and once again straddled me so that her tits were pressed firmly in my face, and I buried it there. I kissed I licked, I sucked all while she shook her ass on me ever increasingly hard dick.

It was too much I threw her onto the bed flipping her over so her ass was sticking up in the air, pulled up her skirt and dove head first into her pussy so hard my nose pieced her asshole. I started licking using my fingers to spread her lips apart, alternating between eating her pussy, and eating her ass. She came at least twice, before I stuck my dick back in. but this time it was the other hole, and she was surprised, she cursed called me a bastard as I shoved it all the way in to the hilt. I alternated between fucking her ass, and randomly pulling out and shoving in her sopping wet pussy, she cursed, she moaned, and finally she pulled herself away, and pushed me back onto the bed.

Facing away from me, she squatted over my dick teasing me, by lowering herself down so my tip was touching her moist lips, and then would pull back up, I was in agony, but all she did was smile. After awhile the teasing became too much for even her and she sank herself all the way down onto the shaft, I could feel her Cumming as she rode me, her ass jiggling as I my thrust met hers, finally we came together and fell into each other’s arms in exhaustion.

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