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Kelly was at home. She was sitting at her desk, laptop in front of her, the blue light from the screen illuminating her naked body.

The large dildo was buried deep inside her pussy. She was gently grinding her hips trying to get more friction. There was a sheen of sweat covering her skin; each of her nipples pinched by a little metal clip, and the clips connected together by a metal chain. Sometimes, she would pull on the chain causing herself to moan.

On the laptop screen was hardcore porn. Fake moaning sounds emanated from the speakers filling the little room. The girl on the screen was in a large gangbang. Cock after cock was fucking her every hole. When one cock would finish, another would immediately take its place.

A guy on the screen slapped the girls tits. Kelly emulated the action, slapping her own, while muttering “dirty whore” to herself.

The girl on the screen moaned, but the sound came out muffled because of the cock fucking her mouth.

“Needy cunt” muttered Kelly while furiously rubbing her clit.

She was so close, but just couldn’t get there. She felt her mind starting to wonder, her peak slipping.

“Fuck.”

She glanced at the time dejectedly. It was almost 1am.

She still hadn’t orgasmed. She glanced one last time at the screen. The girl was sandwiched between two guys as they thrusted into her ass and pussy. The guy in her mouth pulled out and was currently jerking his cock aiming at the girl’s open mouth. She was smiling.

Kelly dejectedly closed the laptop screen plunging her little room into silence and darkness. She slowly got up and pulled the vibrator out. It was covered in her juices. She then removed the nipples clamps and rubbed her tits as the blood rushed back in.

“If she fell asleep immediately, she could get 5 solid hours,” she reasoned.

She slept naked, tossing and turning, hardcore porn images flooding into her dreams. She woke up drenched in sweat, covers thrown off, her hand between her legs, still horny and needy.

She went through her morning routine, and finally stood naked in front of her closet considering her options.

Today was an important day. This was her second year with the Firm. She was finally given a chance to work on a project for a top client. If she did well, this would be her ticket to a promotion, no more crap projects, no more long hours for bullshit pay.

Today she would be meeting the team that she will spend the next 2 months slaving together. Today was the start of the project.

She looked at the dark blue pant suite.

“Power woman look” thought Kelly.

But that felt wrong. She didn’t feel like a testosterone fueled power woman. She was thinking of something cute, and a bit sexy, but still professional. She was young, not like some old hag, and definitely not a woman pretending to be a man, so why not dress to impress.

She selected a dress. It wasn’t too sexy, but way better than power pants. The dress had shoulder straps under which she could hide her bra straps, and a row of buttons going all the way down. The dress was about mid thigh length. Nothing too scandalous, but still showed quite a bit of leg. The outfit paired with pretty shoes, a little hill but again nothing too crazy.

She paired the dress with a sexy light yellow lingerie set. The bottoms was a mesh thong with pretty flowers, and matching low cut bra that just covered her nipples.

Finally dressed, she checked herself in the mirror She opened the top two buttons on the dress, showing just a bit more her bosom, and a button on the bottom for a little extra leg.

Once at the office, she found the conference room. She was the last to arrive. There were 3 guys already sitting at the table and one other girl, Jennifer, wearing a dark blue pant suite.

“Of course, Jennifer was here,” thought Kelly. Her and Jennifer started at the Firm the same day, and were unofficially frenemies, competing for the same promotion.

“Typical, so much for sisterhood” she thought.

She recognized the guys too. Mike was the team lead. She met with him when he was considering who to select for the project. Frank, was in sales. And the other guy, Peter, seemed like he was from IT.

“Kelly, come in. Good, we are finally all here.”

“Cute dress” whispered Jennifer.

“Bitch. Cute dress like a high school girl, not cute dress like a professional woman” thought Kelly.

“Thanks.”

“I personally selected each of you because you are the best. I know each of you will put in 110% to make this project a success. Each of us has a different role to play in the team, but we will all deliver as a team.”

Mike went on like that for another 15 minutes, platitudes around team work, the importance of client focused delivery, and what success means.

Kelly shifted in her seat. It’s only after sitting down did Kelly realize that perhaps this dress was not an ideal work outfit. A lot more of her leg was on display. It didn’t help that the table was all transparent glass. She noticed a few of the guys glancing kırşehir escort at her legs and even caught Mike checking her out.

“Kelly?!” said Mike.

“Yes” she responded a bit panicky realizing that she stopped listening and missed what he said.

“I know it’s early, and none of us had coffee yet. But, I expect everyone to stay focused and pay attention.”

“Sorry.”

“What I said was that the last person to arrive will bring everyone coffee.”

It took Kelly a moment to realize that he meant her. She was supposed to get everyone coffee.

“Of course, yes.”

Kelly quickly collected everyone’s coffee preferences. She walked over to the kitchen and poured everyone a cup; making sure to remember everyone’s specific preferences around milk and sugar, and the damn Jennifer’s request for almond milk.

“I have a damn MBA, and I am making coffee,” thought Kelly angrily.

“Next time don’t be late,” she admonished herself.

Drinks on a tray like a waiter, Kelly walked back into the conference room, being careful to not spill. She walked next to each person and put their drink in front of them.

Frank was the last one. Instead of walking all the way around the table, she just reached across the long conference table to hand him the drink. She immediately realized the problem, but it was too late. She had two buttons undone, and as she was leaning over, he had a clear view down her shirt.

“Oops, sorry” Kelly apologized as she gave him the drink.

Frank just smiled, while Kelly quickly returned to her seat embarrassed.

The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. Everyone put in a full days work, and even had lunch at their desks.

Kelly kept catching guys staring at her legs, especially when she would cross and uncross them. It gave her a bit of a thrill knowing how much impact she was having.

When the day was finally over, Mike suggested they all go out as a team, get a few drinks, learn about each other.

“A strong team is one that works together and plays together,” he said.

At the bar, everyone had a great time. Mike kept buying all the rounds, and they even did shots.

“It’s important to have a work life balance. How about we each go around and say something personal,” said Mike.

Frank said that he was taking piano classes and it was helping him build up his finger muscles. He was grinning like he just said a dirty joke.

Jennifer said that she hasn’t dated much because she is focused on her career.

“Damn Jennifer turning everything into a competition,” thought Kelly.

It was Kelly’s turn. She mulled over what to say. She needed something that would show Mike that she was also career focused, but maybe add some personal touch too. Being horny and drunk wasn’t helping her think straight thou.

“My old boyfriend used to be commanding and I liked it,” she finally said.

Everyone laughed. It was only after she said it did she realize how it sounded.

“Well, with that attitude I think you will be a great member on the team” Mike finally said smiling.

They had a few more rounds and Kelly’s embarrassing slip-up forgotten.

Frank kept making raunchy jokes and sexy innuendoes. But they were like teenage boy antiques, and everyone just laughed at his crude jokes.

“Kelly, I bet I can guess the color of your bra,” Frank wagered.

“It’s yellow. We’ve all seen it,” interrupted Jennifer.

Everyone seemed to involuntarily look at Kelly’s chest. Kelly herself looked down. Her bra was showing. The third button seemed to have accidentally got undone.

“Oops” said Kelly, as everyone else laughed.

“Leave it, you look cute” said Jennifer just as Kelly was about fix it.

It was so sexy to comply. Kelly put her hands back down without buttoning the third button, her face flushed red.

Jennifer smiled, and then reached out, and unbuttoned another button.

“Even cuter.”

With the fourth button, a good portion of Kelly’s pretty bra was now exposed.

“I bet your panties are yellow, too” bellowed Frank and slammed a $20 on the table.

Peter rummaged through his wallet, took a $10 bill and laid it on the table.

“This is all I got. I think red. I don’t think they are matching set.”

“She is not wearing any panties,” said Jennifer with a wicked smile on her face.

“All the bets are in” announced Mike like he was a dealer in the casino.

“Whoever guesses correctly wins the pot.”

“What do I get?! They are my panties,” said Kelly laughing.

“How about if no one wins, you get the money. But if someone wins, you still get the money, but they get your panties,” proposed Jennifer.

“Great deal,” agreed Frank.

“Seems fair,” agreed Mike.

The thrill and the excitement was going to Kelly’s head. She could see the pure lust in everyone’s eyes. It was all so hot, and crazy. She was the center of attention. She didn’t want to let them down and ruin the energy.

“Deal.”

She was so caught up in the excitement, she didn’t think malatya escort about the fact that Frank had already guessed the color correctly. It was only after she agreed did she realize the problem.

“My panties are orange. So, you all loose” she announced while reaching for the money.

“Wait. I trust you, but you have to prove it. Ronald Regan used to have this saying, trust but verify,” said Mike.

“Shit” thought Kelly. Not only does she now have to expose her panties, she might actually need to take them off, and worst yet, she was caught lying to her co-workers.

Kelly thought for a moment if there was a way out. Not finding one, she then thought of how to actually show her co-workers her panties without exposing herself, and if she was lucky in the dark bar, they might not be able to tell the color.

Showing her butt was not an option with a tiny thong. She’d have to expose her whole ass and even then in the dark bar, no one would see anything. So, it would have to be her front. The dress was also a problem. If this was a skirt, she could just maybe push it down a little and show the top of the panties. Can’t do that with a dress. So she’ll have to unbutton some buttons in the front, high enough for the panties to be visible, which is damn high.

Kelly started to slowly unbutton the buttons. One was already open, she opened another, and then another, until almost all the way to her waist. She held the dress closed with her hand. Keeping one hand covering her panties, she slowly moved one side of the dress out, until her panties were partially in view.

“Yellow. I knew it. I won,” exclaimed Frank.

“Fuck.”

“Let’s have them,” said Frank, while holding out his hand.

Kelly slipped her panties off, being careful to keep the dress down, and not expose herself. She stepped out of them, and handed them to Frank, not meeting his eyes as she did it.

“They are soaking wet.”

“Well, she did say she likes being told what to do,” said Jennifer smirking.

“Kelly, we actually have problem,” said Mike in a serious tone.

“You lied to us, and that’s very serious. As a team, that’s not how we operate. Complete honesty is the hallmark of a strong team. I know it was embarrassing and that’s why you lied. But telling the truth regardless of consequence is the ideal we need to strive for.”

“How about each team member spanks her naked ass” proposed Jennifer jokingly.

Mike seemed to seriously consider it.

“It would be extremely embarrassing to have your co-workers slap your bare ass. But lying about an embarrassing situation is what got you into this quandary in the first place. Integrity is so critical. I just don’t see how someone that’s willing to compromise on their integrity can be in the team.”

Mike paused for a moment, and then continued.

“We’ve all been drinking and this is your first red card. I am willing to forget it if you go through with the spanking and hopefully learn the lesson that the consequences of lying are always worse.”

Wide eyed, everyone was now starring at Kelly to see how she responds.

“I am sorry. I didn’t mean to lie. It was stupid and it won’t happen again. It was just so embarrassing to take my panties off, and I thought, it would be a little white lie.”

Kelly looked around. They were in a public bar in one of the corner tables.

“But, I mean how?!”

“We are going to do this like we would run any project – as a team. Kelly bend over the stool, ass facing the wall.”

He spoke fast and direct, exactly how he would have done in any scenario where he had to give orders.

“Team, stand around in a semi-circle. We’ll rotate responsibility, while one person spanks, the rest provide cover. I’ll go first.”

Kelly was on autopilot. She leaned over the stool like Mike commanded facing all her co-workers.

Mike walked behind her. She felt him slowly pull the dress up to her waist. Moments later she felt his hand on her naked ass softly squeezing. The hand withdrew, and then the next moment she felt the first spank. Mike had strength. It was a hard, clean spank and very loud. Kelly looked around in panic but the background noise of the bar was too loud for the sound to travel outside of their little circle. Mike gave her a few more hard spanks before announcing he was done.

Peter was next. He gave her a few quick weak spanks.

Frank went next. She felt both of his hands on her ass, squeezing like Mike, but harder, and cruder. She then felt him spreading her ass cheeks. From his vintage, he would have a perfect view of her little asshole and completely bald pussy.

She felt like he kept her spread open for a long time, but it was probably just a few seconds. She could imagine Frank’s hesitation, wanting to fuck her with his fingers, but maybe being worried that it would be like sexual harassment. His hands withdrew. Kelly sucked in her breath in anticipation of his fingers inside her, but disappointedly she felt the slaps on her ass instead. He slapped her a few niğde escort times, and then was done.

Jennifer stepped behind her next. This was peak humiliation for Kelly. This morning Kelly and Jennifer were equals and now Kelly is bent over a stool with her naked ass up, and Jennifer is about to spank her like some naughty little girl.

Kelly’s was waiting for the spanks, but instead she felt two fingers slide deep inside her pussy. She was so wet, Jennifer’s fingers slide all the way in with no friction at all. Kelly tried to suppress a moan. She looked up at the faces of her co-workers watching her. She couldn’t tell if they knew that Jennifer had her fingers inside her. She felt the fingers start to slowly thrust in and out, and at the same time she felt the slaps on her ass. Jennifer was finger fucking her with one hand, and spank her ass with the other.

It felt like longer than all the men, maybe even longer than all the men combined. Eventually Jennifer stopped.

Kelly stood up, wobbly on her feet, and clumsily pulled the dress back down.

“You did great. It takes a lot of grit to face your mistakes and a lot of integrity to accept the punishment. Great job Kelly” said Mike.

Jennifer made eye contact with Kelly, gave her a wink, and then slowly licked one of her fingers. Kelly could only guess that it was the finger that was inside her moments ago, no doubt covered in her juices.

Mike raised his drink – “To Kelly. She made a mistake but like a trooper she took her dues.”

Everyone raised their own drinks and joined in the congratulatory toast – yelling phrases like “Great Job” and “Way to Go.”

Kelly was too horny to think straight. The spanking, the exposure and the humiliation unleashed some internal crazed lust. This was addictive and she was soaking wet. She realized that the last time she even remotely felt like this was when she first discovered porn – the sheer profanity of it all was like a wall of lust that washed over her. She felt like that now – like she discovered something amazing and needed more of it.

Everyone else moved on to some riveting conversation about some office gossip.

Her little yellow thong was right there on the table in plain sight. Frank left it there after showing everyone how wet she was.

Maybe sensing that Kelly was staring at her panties. He reached out, and rubbed them between his fingers, and then gave her a wink.

“Kelly?!” said Mike loudly.

“Sorry, I was a little lost in thought. What was the question?”

“We were discussing how we can increase productivity. We all agreed that stress was the major cause of loss of productivity. Do you agree?”

“Yeah, that makes sense. I guess people don’t think straight when they are horny. Shit. Sorry, I mean when they are stressed” blurted Kelly, face flushed from her slip up.

“Right, I guess being horny will also make people less focused” said Mike laughing.

“Alright team. I think its time I call it quits. I recommend you do the same. We all have a full day tomorrow.”

Mike walked up to each person and professionally shook their hand, even Jennifer got a professional hand shake. Kelly was last. Instead of shaking her hand, Mike pulled her into a hug, his hand low on Kelly’s back as he pushed her against his body.

“You did great today” he whispered into her ear.

“All right. I’ll see all of you tomorrow.”

Peter was next. He gave her an awkward hug, thanked her and left.

Only Frank and Jennifer were left.

Frank was next. He pulled Kelly into a hug, pressing her body against his. He was hard, and she immediately felt his hard cock pressed against her. The next thing she felt was her dress being pulled up, and his hands squeezing her naked ass, inches from her pussy.

“You pussy smells delicious” Frank whispered to her.

After a few more ass squeezes, he finally let he go, waved goodbye and, still grinning, left.

Kelly was left in a horny daze. Most of her dress was unbuttoned. Her bra fully on display, and part her dark areolas peaking out above the bra that somehow got askew.

“You got used pretty hard today. Let me give you a ride home” said Jennifer.

She took Kelly by the hand and led her out of the bar and to her car.

“You’re a slut” said Jennifer without preamble when the girls settled-in inside the car.

“I am not” responded Kelly defensively.

“You were soaking wet back there, and you’re soaking wet now.”

Jennifer had the car moving now, focused on getting them out of the parking lot and on their way.

Kelly stayed quite.

After a few minutes of quite, Jennifer continued.

“Do you want to fuck Mike?”

“No.”

“I bet you want to fuck Frank. Be honest. I saw your face when Frank had his hands on your ass. I bet you wanted him to finger bang you like a needy slut. Maybe you wanted to be stripped naked and tagged teamed by Mike and Frank. I bet you want to have Mike’s cock balls deep inside your needy pussy.”

The girls rode in silence for a few minutes, each reflecting.

“Listen to me carefully. I worked really fucking hard to get to the position I have. And I didn’t do it with my legs up and my tits out. I am going to get the promotion by being good at my job, and not by being a whore” said Jennifer matter-of-factly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Author’s note:

This story is fiction; all characters and situations are fictional and any relationship they may bear to any living or dead person is purely coincidental.

This is part 3 of a series which is better understood if Parts 1 and 2 are read first, but that is not essential.

The practises and behaviors of people in this story are not meant as examples for real life and are neither recommended nor necessarily condoned by the author.

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I held onto the bar above my head as Megan pulled on the laces of my brand new corset. While my waist had been a trim 26 inches while I was waiting tables a few weeks ago, it had expanded due to too little exercise and when Megan measured it this morning it was 28. I grunted as I felt the silky fabric press against those 28 inches, edging them smaller. I had tried Gloria’s corset again since my first trial and was pleased with how it had looked on me, but I had been so looking forward to having my own so I could wear it for longer periods of time and allow it to train my waist, as I also trained it to fit me perfectly.

I felt Megan take in more slack on the laces, my abdomen being reshaped into a trimmer figure, the excess fleshiness seeming to squeeze onto my hips and into my breasts. I imagined what Stan would think of my new figure, how I would feel about the new me when I looked in the mirror and also how wonderful love making would be when Stan’s huge hard cock entered me while I wore the constricting corset. I shivered involuntarily with excitement.

“Nearly there,” said Megan as she tied off the upper laces. “There’s about half an inch separation at top and bottom, which will close as your tissue repositions itself, and about one and a half inches in the middle, so you will be able to use this corset for a while, gradually tightening it to contract your waist. It should last you a few months depending on how serious you are about increasing the tension. After that we’ll measure you again for a smaller corset so you will be able to shrink your waist even more. I understand a 21 inch is next and then a 17 inch, so we’ll see how you go.”

“I’d really like to get down to a 15 inch if possible,” I gasped as she pulled still tighter on the lower laces.

“Yes, well, we’ll see about that when the time comes. Maybe we’ll do a 20 inch then a 16 inch if this all goes well. Fifteen, or even 16 inches of constriction could cause serious internal organ repositioning which may not be in your best interests. Time will tell. Right now you need to wear this one and allow your body to begin the adjustment process,” cautioned Megan. “I suggest at first that you wear it for about eight hours a day, then you can step that up slowly until you’re wearing it for 16 hours. It’s important to allow your body some time for the skin to breathe otherwise it can cause skin irritations and you can become unwell.”

Megan tied off the lower laces and I let go of the bar, standing and feeling how my first corset felt on me. I walked over to a mirror and looked at the gorgeous woman looking back at me. I placed my hands on my waist and checked how far I needed to go before my fingers touched; a long way it seemed, but that was my goal. Megan watched me closely.

“Walk about a bit and feel how that feels. Sometimes if it is too tight too soon you can feel some instability in your hip movement, in which case it’s best to loosen the corset slightly and work up to that size a little slower.”

I walked around and everything felt reasonably normal, so we were both pleased with that.

“Right, so you can now dress and you’re good to go.”

What did I want to wear, I wondered to myself.

“What would you recommend wearing over this corset?” I asked Megan.

“Well, you could wear the clothes you came in, but I guess you want to show it off, eh. Come with me and see what we can find.”

I stuffed my street clothes into my bag and followed her to the elevator, travelling to the first floor which I remembered was the warehouse.

“It depends where you want to wear your corset. For normal street wear I suggest you need a small bra and some panties, covered by a normal dress. If you’re into a bedroom scene then maybe a nippleless bra or just a shelf bra would be suitable, with a G string and or suspender belt and stockings. If you’re going out for the evening and need semi-formal wear you could wear a bolero top which would cover your shoulders and breasts and come down just below the top of your corset, then you could wear a skirt from your waist down, with or without undergarments, leaving your corset visible from your hips to the bottom of the bolero. But of course if you wanted to wear a full dress that’s also fine. This one does not have a modesty panel at the back as that can tend to bunch up, so unless it’s tightly closed your spine will be visible. So a bolero top and skirt would give you quite a risqué look and would be certain to turn a few male heads.”

I looked down at the pale van escort peach coloured satin of the corset, thinking it would be a pity to cover that up, and browsed the catalogue rather than walking the miles of shelving, selecting a matching bolero top and a black skirt. Megan retrieved these from the shelves and helped me into them. I looked at myself in a mirror and adjusted the top so it showed a bit more cleavage.

“That looks fine to me,” I said to Megan, “Thank you for your time and expertise. Now to go and surprise Stan.”

We travelled together in the public elevator to the top floor then used Megan’s door to enter Stan’s office. He was seated at his desk poring over paperwork and looked up as the door opened, then stood and came to greet me with a kiss before holding me at arm’s length and looking me up and down.

“Wow! You look scrumptious; good enough to eat,” he enthused. “Did Megan sort out this outfit for you?”

“She suggested the concept and I selected the items. We make a good team it seems.”

“Yes, you do,” replied Stan thoughtfully. “Anyway, what’s under it? Something exciting, I have no doubt.”

“Well, it’s a case of what you see is what you get,” I replied with a grin.

“You’re joking! Aren’t you?”

Stan reached under my short skirt, feeling for panties and came away with damp fingers. He then peered inside my bolero top, pulling it aside gently until he’d uncovered my nipple, and let out a low whistle.

“You’re not joking. Well, I think this needs a bit more investigation, don’t you Megan? Would like to assist us please.”

Megan, Stan and I walked over to the couch on the far wall. This couch was against the landscape window which looked out across the city to the mountains beyond. It gave a feeling of open exposure, as though you could see the whole world — and they could all see you. Stan sat on the couch leaving Megan and I standing facing the couch and window.

“Megan, can you strip this luscious creature out of everything except her corset please?” requested Stan.

Megan did this, slowly and lovingly removing the two items of clothing so recently donned and draping them over a chair. Once I stood corseted and otherwise naked before Stan, he reached out and indicated that I should spread my legs. Once they were wide apart he ran his fingers through my sopping trench, then smelt them before licking them clean of my juices.

“Mmmm, you smell and taste delicious. Can you please strip Megan now, darling.”

I was overjoyed to have the pleasure of doing this and slowly, carefully and sexily stripped her of all her clothing, leaving her standing naked and beautiful alongside me. I felt very exposed and guessed Megan felt even more exposed as we stood in front of the clear glass for the entire world to see, should they choose to look.

“Thank you, sweethearts,” said Stan, “Mandy, please lie on your back on the couch with your ass on the edge and feet spread widely on the floor.”

I positioned myself, my open pussy being lifted upwards by my position, an offering to both Megan and Stan. I briefly wondered who would be first to sample my tasty morsel.

“Megan, can you please eat Mandy to orgasm.”

Megan knelt between my legs and grinned at me as she licked her lips in obvious delight at having such a sweet feast to sample. She lowered her mouth to my pussy, kissing, licking, sucking and nibbling on all my tender juicy offerings so openly displayed. I glanced at Stan and noticed that his eyes were glued to the scene before him, his hand gently stroking his huge exposed cock. Oh how I wanted that inside me right now. The thought of it nestling so tightly inside my wide open love tunnel, of the sensations I would feel as it moved back and forth inside me, stimulating my millions of nerve endings and sending wonderfully sensuous feelings through my body, sent shivers down my spine, causing the soles of my feet and palms of my hands to tingle, jolting me towards my inevitable orgasm. I was aware of how close I was, of my panting, my inability to control the shudders of delight pulsing through my body. I heard myself gasping as I approached my release, and then I felt Megan’s teeth grip my clit and bite it painfully. It was simultaneously the most painful and most erotic feeling I had ever felt and it pushed me over the edge. I was there, screaming my lungs out, writhing on the couch as Megan sought to follow my convulsive movements to maintain the tight grip she had on my clit with her lips and teeth.

“AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!” I bellowed as much in pain as in ecstasy.

It was over; I felt Megan let go of my clit and soothingly lick it gently with her tongue. I wondered if there was much blood, if it indeed was still attached to my body. I partly sat up to look and was relieved to see that there was no sign of blood and it was sitting there, engorged and beautiful as always.

Megan grinned at me as she caressed my corset-clad form. I grinned back, the pain she caused already forgotten, yalova escort already forgiven. Stan sat and watched us as he continued to gently stroke his massive cock, precum drooling from the opening.

“Megan, lie on your back on the couch please, knees bent and wide apart.”

Megan hastened to obey. When she was positioned to Stan’s satisfaction, he asked me to kneel on the couch and service Megan with my mouth. I did this, taking pleasure in kneeling between her feet and tonguing, kissing, licking and nibbling at Megan’s tasty pussy. As I did this I felt Stan move behind me on his knees and felt his cock head at the entrance to my love tunnel. I was already sopping wet and his cock was lubricated with his precum so he wasted no time on preliminaries and slowly pushed his cock into me to the hilt, his tight balls pressing against my clit.

Once we were all in final positions I began eating Megan seriously, hearing her gasps of joy, her sighs as I stimulated a particularly sensitive spot, feeling her unconscious tremblings, shudderings and writhings as my oral stimulation aroused her. Before long she was moving her hips in fucking motions gently, pressing upwards against my mouth, seeking yet more stimulation. I sensed that she was getting close and was determined to give as good as I had received. I moved my mouth to her clit, replacing my tongue in her entrance with two fingers which I moved in and out while I sucked her clit into my mouth.

Meantime I had been feeling Stan fucking me, pressing his huge cock completely into the end of my vagina, past my cervix, then withdrawing it almost completely, time and again, long, slow strokes that gradually became faster as his arousal grew. His cock in my constricted belly felt tighter than usual, there seemed to be greater friction, more pressure, more stimulation. I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked with a 15 inch waist and became even more determined to try it. His movements were pushing me close to my orgasm but I was determined that I would wait until he came so I could cum feeling his hot juices being injected into the end of my vagina.

We all progressed rapidly towards our orgasms. I wondered what it would be like if we all came together; would each individual sensation be lost in a joint orgasmic experience? I decided it would be fun to find out so decided to wait until Stan came before biting Megan’s clit to cause her to cum, knowing my own orgasm would also occur due to the hot injection I would receive from Stan.

I didn’t have long to wait. Stan’s movements became faster, more erratic, his breathing quickened, as did mine both from arousal and constriction, and Megan was writhing beneath my tongue, lips, teeth and fingers. I felt Stan’s tell-tale tensing, knowing that he was going to spurt in a few seconds, so I bit Megan’s clit, hard enough to hurt like hell but not enough to draw blood from the sensitive organ. Megan screamed and her body convulsed at the same time as I felt the hot rush of Stan’s sperm inside me, which pushed me over the edge, my scream being muffled by Megan’s muff.

Together the three of us convulsed, shuddered, writhed and moved uncontrollably. I released Megan’s clit after a few seconds, still wary of causing permanent damage, my own body shuddering from my orgasm as I felt Stan relax and lean over my back, reaching around and caressing my breasts.

It was over in a few moments and we extricated ourselves from the triple entanglement, finally ending up sitting on the edge of the couch, Stan’s cum leaking out of my sloppy pussy. We kissed each other and caressed each other lovingly.

“Well, I guess we can say that corset’s been christened now,” commented Stan at length. “How did it feel, honey?”

It felt great. I seemed to feel more sensation and pressure inside. I can’t wait to experience that with smaller corsets.”

“Just take it slowly,” advised Megan. “That was such fun. Thank you both.”

“Mmmm, thank you, Megan,” said Stan, “You’ve looked after Mandy really well. Thanks for that.”

“My pleasure,” replied Megan, “I think we all look after each other actually. I hope this isn’t the last time we have a threesome together.”

Stan and I agreed. We all stood, used the washroom attached to Stan’s office to clean ourselves up then dressed again and Megan returned to her secretarial duties, with a kiss for each of us before she left.

“That was such fun, darling,” I told Stan. “Thank you for the corset and wonderful service.”

“Hmmm, I could thank you in exactly the same words. See you tonight, darling.”

We kissed and I left, using the private elevator to return to street level where I caught a bus and returned home uneventfully. As I entered our home Gloria came to greet me.

“What took you so long?” she asked, “I’ve been waiting for you so I can see what your corset’s like. Oh, also so we can eat lunch together, but the corset’s the first priority.”

“Well, you can see it now,” I said, spinning slowly around to çorlu escort show my tight body off to her.

“You came home like that, with no dress covering your corset? You were game, daring or stupid, I’m not sure which.”

“Try sexy,” I suggested with a grin.

“Yeah, that too, I grant you. Anyway, how about dropping the top and skirt and let’s see the real you.”

I did this quickly and again Gloria was surprised I wore no panties.

“You know, I think we could build in panties to corsets, but make them adjustable and call them crotch straps rather than panties. They could have busks at the front or back and the other end would have laces so they could be tightened also. Can you imagine tight lacing your pussy? Of course you could also have additional things like plugs and dildos, and maybe vibrators, which could be held in place as well.”

“Those are all good ideas. What a devious mind you have! We’ll have to discuss them with Stan when he returns.”

“And Megan,” I replied, “I’m sure she’d be interested in things like that too.”

“Yes, probably. Anyway, you didn’t tell me why it took you so long to come home.”

So we sat down over a late lunch and I told Gloria about the morning’s adventure in Stan’s office. While I was telling her she became quite aroused, stroking her pussy and spreading her lube over her lips and clit. By the time I’d finished and lunch was eaten, she was almost panting.

“You bit each other’s clits? Darling, please make me cum; please bite my clit,” she begged me.

I took her hand and we lay on the reclining sofa outside and made love together in the sunshine, the warmth of its rays adding a special sensation to our lovemaking as I brought her to two orgasms, the second one by biting her clit, and she brought me to yet another. The afternoon merged into evening and the temperature dropped so we returned inside and put on house coats over whatever we chose to titillate Stan with when he arrived home. Needless to say it worked and after dinner Stan rose to the occasion once more and made gentle sweet love to both Gloria and I, while we also pleasured each other. I drifted off into a dreamless sleep, sexually sated temporarily, our bodies entwined together lovingly.

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The next week was interesting. I wore my corset for eight to nine hours each day and Gloria laced it for me while also teaching me how to lace it myself by feel. She said that once I reached a stable size the corset could probably stay laced and I’d be able to use the busks instead of having to relace it each time. After she laced me into it she measured the gap at the top, base and maximum at my waist. I’m really pleased because my waist maximum has reduced from its original 1½ inches to ¾ inch after only six days. That’s halved, and I don’t feel unduly squashed. My body really must be changing. The corset feels more comfortable as well, seeming to conform to my body shape rather than having to battle with it to keep its shape.

The other exciting thing is that I went in to see Megan and discuss the crotch strap idea with attached toys. She thought it was an excellent option and fitted some busks to the back of my corset with some eyelets in the front, pointing out that I would need to be able to undo and redo the lacing myself so it would be best in the front. She then took some measurements and told me she’d make a couple of straps, so we discussed what they could look like. I collect them later today. Exciting!!

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“Hi, Mandy,” greeted Megan, casting her eyes over my corset-clad body, with a brief top tied beneath my breasts and a frilly skirt below my corset, reaching half way to my knees and looking like the merest breath of wind would blow it up and expose everything underneath, which wasn’t very much. The bulk of the skirt emphasized the narrowness of my waist. “You look hot in that outfit, and I’m not talking temperature.”

“Yeah, you like it? I’ve found it’s quite an eye magnet for guys. Even elderly guys gaze longingly after me and I find it amusing how their wives react.”

“I’ll bet. Guys just never learn, eh. Such fun and so easy to tease. Anyway, I’m sure you’ll feel even more like teasing guys once you see what I’ve got for you.”

As she spoke she was coming from behind her desk and after a hug, she spun me around and looked at the gap at the back of the corset.

“You’re doing well with your training,” she commented, “I can see we’ll have to make your next one in a week or so at this rate.”

“Yes, I’m very pleased how it’s going too. It feels good also, which I think is important. I also love making love with Stan wearing this. It feels so beautifully tight inside.”

She escorted me to the lift and we headed to the warehouse floor. We walked straight to the back fitting area and Megan asked me to remove my panties. I raised my skirt to show I wasn’t wearing any.

“Hmmm, you’re really tempting fate, or tempting a gust of wind anyway.” Megan brought over a few strips of fabric. “I’ve made some crotch straps which should fit onto your corset. Some are elastic, of various thicknesses, while some are non-stretch satin and one is something else, which I’ll show you later. Try this one.”

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After my then-boyfriend Ryosuke graduated from university in Oceanview, he switched over to working full-time in the sushi bar downtown. He’d been working there part-time for quite a while, but full-time turned out to be a much tougher schedule than either of us had expected. He was working till ten thirty or eleven almost every night.

It was hard to find time to meet. Sometimes he would drop by at my house after work, but one night, I was downtown anyway, so I dropped by at the sushi bar. I was just coming back from supper out with my friend Satomi and some of her old dorm mates. They were telling Satomi and me all about their jobs and what life was like after graduation. I wasn’t really looking for a job at that point, but it was interesting to hear what they had to say. When we finished up, it was already late, but I wanted to see Ryosuke, so I walked over to the sushi bar where he works.

“How many? Oh, it’s you Emi.” It was Suzuda, the maitre d. “Ryosuke’s in the back. Do you want me to go get him?”

“No, that’s OK. I’ll wait,” I sat down on one of the high stools at the counter. “Could I just get some barley tea?”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

There weren’t any other customers in the place. Even Okuno, the sushi chef, didn’t seem to be around. Suzuda brought me my drink, went out front, and started turning off all the lights.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were closing,” I apologized.

“Oh, that’s OK. Just relax. I’ll go see if Ryosuke can come out for a minute.” He gave me this kind smile, and then disappeared behind the curtain. Ryosuke came out still dressed in his uniform.

“Oh, Emi, you should have phoned. I didn’t realize you were coming. I’m a mess.”

Ryosuke is never a mess. He always looks clean-shaven, his hair neatly styled and gelled, cool and confident. He is a nice looking guy.

“Oh, that’s OK. I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. You look fine.”

He came over, and gave me a gentle kiss.

“How come you’re all dressed up?” he asked.

“Oh, Satomi and I were out with some of her old dorm mates. It was kind of a fancy place, so I thought I’d dress up.”

“You look gorgeous.”

I wasn’t wearing anything that special–a bright red sweater rolled up to my elbows, a grey check mini-skirt, black tights and leather boots. I’d already set my long tan coat down on the chair.

“I love the stockings,” he admitted. “Here stand up, so I can get a better look at you.” He came out from behind the counter, and started grinning. “Whit-phew!” he whistled.

“What? What’s the big deal?”

“No, it’s just you look so sexy in those stockings.” He peeked back at the kitchen to see if anyone was coming, and then pointed at my skirt. “Can you give me a peek at what’s underneath?”

I looked down, and then blushed as I realized he meant for me to lift up my skirt.

“Oh, Ryosuke! Don’t be silly.”

“No, no, c’mon. It’ll be OK. They’re all in the back there,” he nodded eagerly. I looked back at the curtain leading to the kitchen. I nodded towards the door, so Ryosuke went over, and made sure that no one was coming. I was still worried, but slowly, I lifted up my skirt showing him my white cotton panties through the loose weave of my black tights.

“Oooo!” he gushed. He came over, kissed me on the cheek, and gave my tush a little squeeze. I playfully pushed him away. He made this disappointed face, and then nodded for me to show him more. He was in a really frisky mood, I could tell. I don’t think we’d ever fooled around in his restaurant before. It wasn’t like we could do anything here. Still, he gets this way sometimes.

I peered back through the curtain trying to tell where his coworkers were. I couldn’t see any of them. Maybe they were in the back. Ryosuke was smiling away, nodding for me to give him another peek.

Quickly, before anyone came, I reached up inside my skirt, and pulled down both my panties and tights. My face went all hot, as I felt the air rush in on my pussy. I left my panties hanging mid-thigh, and then lifted up my skirt to show him my bare behind. I wiggled it to and fro, teasing him. It was usually so crowded in the restaurant, and here I was flashing him. I felt so naughty. Without really intending ordu escort to, I was starting to get a little wet.

“Emi!” he cried out, obviously delighted. “Just wait here a sec. I want to go get my camera.” He rushed off into the back leaving me standing there. I let my skirt down, and obediently waited, but I started to get worried that Suzuda or someone might come out, so I ended up pulling my panties and tights back up. This whole idea is crazy. This is Ryosuke’s workplace for heaven’s sake. I’d better settle down. When Ryosuke came back though, he looked so disappointed.

“I thought I told you to…”

“I know, but I was worried someone might come,” I whispered. I could hear the clatter of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. They sounded so close. Ryosuke glanced back at the kitchen, obviously not sure himself if it was safe or not.

“Anyway, let me just get a few quick shots,” he insisted. He’s always like this. We’re lucky we don’t get caught. I decided this was just way too dangerous, and sat back down on the stool.

“Oh, c’mon, Emi! Please!”

I glanced over at him coolly. Ryosuke came closer, giving me another gentle kiss. He whispered in my ear.

“Just this once for me.”

He gave me these puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t deny I was pretty excited by then. I was just worried about getting caught. I took a deep breath, and then stood back up.

“OK, but just one picture.” I slid my hands back up into my skirt. Ryosuke set the camera down on the counter, and then squatted down in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered sharply. He motioned for me to shush, and started pulling my tights and panties way down past my knees all the way to the top of my boots. I was already freaking out, but then he stuck his head into my skirt snogging my pussy, twirling his tongue trying to get me excited. “Stop!” I hissed. He came back out licking his lips.

“Sorry, I just wanted a little taste.”

My hello kitty was tingling like crazy by then. I peered over at the door, but there was still no sign of anybody. He had the camera ready, so I lifted my skirt, and showed him my pussy. Still holding my skirt up, I stepped out, and walked slowly across the floor toward the main entrance. I knew I was taking a terrible chance. I don’t know how far I would have gone if I hadn’t heard a rattling sound coming from the kitchen. I dropped my skirt, rushed back to my seat, and quickly pulled up my panties.

I think Ryosuke must have taken a picture or two, but now even he looked worried. I sat back down, and brushed down my skirt as best I could. My tights were still kind of bunched up under my skirt, but I didn’t think I’d have time to fix them before whoever it was came out. I pulled my coat over onto my lap to cover up. Mr. Ueda, the manager, stuck his head out from behind the curtain.

“Ryosuke, could you give us a hand back here? We need some help closing the gas valves.”

“Of course.” He winked at me, excused himself, and then disappeared off into the back.

“Well, if it isn’t the lovely Mr. Tsuruta,” Mr. Ueda smiled, coming out into the dining room. “All dressed up for a night on the town?”

My heart was still pounding in my chest.

“Um… actually, I just came back.”

“Oh, I thought you and Ryosuke were heading out for a date.” He looked at his watch. “I guess it is kind of late. Sorry for keeping him. He’s the only one who seems to know how to shut everything off around here.”

I smiled at his little joke. Of course, everyone on staff knew how to close up, but they just got Ryosuke to do it because he was one of the youngest. I knew Ryosuke was hoping to find a better job, but there weren’t that many jobs in Oceanview. A lot of our friends had moved down to San Diego or up to Los Angeles. Mr. Ueda looked at me thoughtfully, perhaps sensing what I was thinking.

“Have you ever been over to my condo? It’s right downtown here with a nice view out over the city.”

I looked at him a bit uneasily. Was he trying to hit on me? I shifted in my seat trying to pull up my tights as best I could. Ryosuke came out drying off a dish.

“Yeah, you should see it, Emi,” Ryosuke enthused. “You can see the mountains in the distance and the osmaniye escort whole town!”

I was still nervous, but it did sound interesting. I’ve always liked high places with views. It always makes me feel kind of special looking out over the rest of the world–almost as if I were a princess in a castle.

“Sounds nice,” I nodded.

“I should have you over some time.”

“Mr. Ueda, could we maybe borrow your place for a few hours?” Ryosuke asked. “Emi and I have sort of been looking for a place to go…”

I was kind of surprised that Ryosuke would ask this of his boss, but I guess they’d known each other for a while. Mr. Ueda looked at the two of us, obviously trying to imagine what we might do in his place. He finally said,

“Yeah, I suppose that would be alright. You are both in home stays, are you?”

“Yeah.”

“OK, then. I’ll lend Ryosuke the key some morning when he has the day off.”

“Thanks. That’d be great.” Ryosuke gave me this big smile, happy to be able to treat me to something special for once. I was so happy I got up, and gave Mr. Ueda a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh my!” he laughed. “I tell you what. Ryosuke, why don’t you just get cleaned up, and head home? The rest of us can close up.”

“Thanks.” Ryosuke disappeared off into the back, and eventually came out in his street clothes. We thanked Mr. Ueda again, and headed out. We were both in such a good mood.

“Um. Why don’t you come over to my house?” I suggested.

“What about Loretta?” he asked. Loretta is my host mom. She’s nice enough, but actually, I was a bit worried she might tell my parents about Ryosuke. I hadn’t really told them I was seeing anyone yet. I didn’t want them to worry.

“Let’s try sneaking in. Maybe it’ll be OK. It has been a while…,” I blushed. He smiled. The buses had already stopped for the night, so we walked home. It was a beautiful night out. The stars were out, and it was quite romantic. We walked along holding hands, enjoying the night air.

We finally made it to my house. All the lights were out. Loretta and her kids must be asleep. I opened the door ever so quietly. We took off our shoes, and tiptoed upstairs to my room.

“Can I take a shower?” Ryosuke asked.

“OK, but quietly,” I whispered back. I followed him into the bathroom, and we both stripped out of our clothes. It was so hard not to laugh. We turned on the shower, got all lathered up, and took turns scrubbing each other’s bodies. I love the way his body looks and feels. He has a muscular chest and not much body hair. His skin is so smooth, almost like mine.

Once we were both clean, I lent him a bathrobe, pulled on another, and we snuck back to my room. We got naked again, and slid into bed. It sounded like Loretta and them were all asleep. Thank goodness. Loretta would probably have a bird if she knew he was here.

I lay on my back, and Ryosuke got up on top. He was kissing me all over, on my lips, neck and shoulders. Soon he started fondling my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

I was trying not to giggle, but it felt so good. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him into me. I guess he was taking his time because he wasn’t sure if I was ready, but I was so wet by then. I grabbed his cock, and showed him. He smiled, and then rolled over to pull on a condom. I took it from him, and used my hand to roll it on. His dick looked so big. He must have been really excited. We hadn’t really done it at my place so often. We’d always been afraid of getting caught.

Anyway, he got back up on top of me, and maneuvered around till his penis was at my gates. He gently tried to slide it in, but I was having trouble taking his size. I shuddered as it penetrated.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. I was too aroused to answer. I spread my legs as far apart as they would go, trying to adjust to his size. I was gasping for breath as he started thrusting. I felt so naughty doing this with Brandon sleeping next door and Loretta and Jennifer across the hall. I knew I had to keep quiet, but it felt so good.

Ryosuke must have sensed my excitement, because he gradually sped up the pace. I got too excited though. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came in this incredible sinop escort spasm of ecstasy. Oh god. I was so far gone I don’t even know when he came. I was completely spaced out.

He eventually pulled out. I pulled on a t-shirt, and lent him a robe, and we snuck across for another quick shower. Once we’d cleaned up, we came back, and I set the alarm for six. We took our clothes off again, and cuddled. I guess I should have put on some p.j.’s, but I was just so happy to be with him. Before long, we fell asleep.

All too soon, the alarm clock went off. Ryosuke scrambled to his feet, and got dressed. He gave me one last kiss, grabbed his jacket, and dashed out the door. I ran my fingers along my lips savoring the sensation of his kiss.

Soon though, I realized he’d left his backpack on the floor. I picked it up, and got up to scurry after him. Once I was out in the hall, I suddenly realized I was still naked. I debated going back for some clothes, but there was no time. I dashed down the stairs. There was no sign of him, so he must have left already. I couldn’t just leave his bag here though. If Loretta saw it, she might put two and two together.

I cautiously opened the front door. He was already half way down the block. Now what do I do? I glanced down at my naked body, tits sticking out, black pubic hair all fluffy, and then up and down the street. It was still early, so it looked like no one was around. Without thinking, I stepped out the door, and shouted,

“Ryosuke!”

The cool morning air nipped at my bare flesh. The sun had just come up, and I was standing in the shadow of the house, but it was bright enough that our neighbors might see. Ryosuke didn’t stop at first, so I padded down the porch stairs, stepped out onto the lawn, and called out again,

“Ryosuke!”

My senses were on fire by then. Here I was standing buck naked on our front lawn. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it. I knew I should be terrified, but there was something exhilarating about being out here naked.

I peered cautiously over at the houses across the street. They all looked pretty quiet, but down at the corner there were cars driving by on the main street. I took a few more steps across the grass, but my courage was leaving me. This is crazy. I’ve got to get back inside.

Eventually, Ryosuke realized I was calling, and turned around. He gave me the funniest look, amazed I’d come out here naked. He hurried back, feigning shock. I hid my body behind his bag, feeling kind of embarrassed. I handed him his bag, giggling nervously.

“You forget this,” I blushed.

“Thanks,” he said kissing me. “You look gorgeous, but you’d better get back inside before someone sees you.” He sent me on my way with a smack on my rear. I stuck out my tongue at him, but then quickly ran back across the lawn and up the porch stairs. I turned, and waved one last time, then scooted inside, and shut the door.

I leaned my back up against the closed door still excited from what I’d just done. It was such an amazing feeling.

Unfortunately, of all the bad luck, Loretta’s son, Brandon, picked that moment to come out of his room. I looked for something to cover myself with, but there was nothing. Brandon noticed me right away, and came out to the top of the stairs to get a better look at me. I covered my pussy and breasts with my hands.

“Emi? What the…?”

I didn’t say anything, just ran up the stairs hoping to get to my room. I almost made it past him, but at the last moment, he reached out, and grabbed my wrist.

“Brandon, let go!” I whispered trying not to wake Loretta.

“What are you doing? Were you outside?”

I felt so embarrassed. He’d caught me red-handed.

I finally managed to break free, and ran to my room. I slammed the door shut, but he pounded on it.

“Emi, what on earth were you doing?”

I heard Jennifer come out.

“Will you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Brandon kept knocking, but there was just no way I was going to let him in. In the end, he finally gave up, and went away. I quickly pulled on my p.j.’s, kicking myself for being so stupid. Why did I go, and do such a thing? I’d always tried to be so careful, but this was like the second time Brandon had caught me running around naked. God, what must he think?

Anyway, I was glad I got to do it with Ryosuke in a real bed for once. We’d been sneaking around so long it felt new and fresh to do things normal for once.

Emi Tsuruta

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Another naked man splashed into the pool beside me, snapping me out of my shock. I quickly started to move toward the edge of the pool where others were all climbing out and being herded away. Then I heard a familiar and exasperated “Oh, Fuck me!” My wife surfaced from her plunge into the adjacent pool looking as horrified as all the other women who were struggling to cover their breasts and crotches with their arms and hands. “Henri?!” she called out. Couples were all trying to locate one another amidst the continued onslaught of new naked bodies shooting out of the tubes. I wrapped my arms around my wife, but we were coaxed to move along by some men with what looked like cattle-prongs. A loud speaker squelched over by a large pavilion before a female voice attempted to break the chaos: “Please take a seat in the pavilion and move away from the pools to allow other visitors to arrive safely. We will address all your concerns momentarily. Rest assured that we have taken all measures to meet our obligations to our guests.”

A few men and women protested verbally before being prodded by naked, but very muscular men with black arm bands carrying long sticks with two prongs on the end. Seeing one man drop to his knees when he was hit by an electric shock was enough to convince people to keep their distance from the prods. Slowly people settled into seats and looked to the stage where a middle-aged woman sat in front of a microphone on a raised bar-stool. Like everyone else, she was completely nude with the exception of a plastic band on her right wrist and a small blue band around her right bicep similar to the black bands the muscular men – probably our ‘prison’ guards wore. I saw a variety of other people with blue, red, green, and pink arm bands around the pavilion and pushing trolleys or otherwise working around the resort behind it. None of the guests had an arm band. Clearly the staff had been on the island for some time as anybody whose skin wasn’t naturally dark showed absolutely no sign of tan lines, including around the bands on their arms which must have been a recent addition. Unlike the guests, the workers seemed to be going about a very normal routine in the nude. A small number of the guests had big smiles on their faces, but most were like us – stunned and nervous about what the future would hold for us… and all too sure what the contracts really meant sinking in.

“You have no ri-” One man began to yell out, but the woman stood up and stared him down before raising the microphone to her mouth. “You know what you signed, and the sooner you get on board with the program, the better off you’ll be.” She smiled and looked down at the crowd. Up to this point, the shock of our situation kept my senses a little dulled. “I know you’re all in a bit of shock at the moment, but by the end of two weeks we’re confident you’ll be quite pleased by the prize you won and that you had a tremendous opportunity to be here. How pleased, like with any vacation will depend on you. So, yes… this is an all nude, all adult resort and we expect to film some commercials for our primary clients, but you will be paid exceedigly well for any projects that you sign up for.” She took in a deep breath that seemed to cause an auto-response from many in the audience who unconsciously duplicated the action. The woman was quite tall and her muscles were well toned. When she stood at the front of the stage with her legs a comfortable distance apart for someone wearing a dress, we could clearly see puffy red labia topped off with a small patch of trimmed black hairs. Her stomach showed smooth hints of well-defined abs below her large B or small C sized breasts. Her voice settled to a friendly tone after the deep breath. “All of you won an all expense paid vacation that will indeed be an enjoyable and profitable experience. You won the vacations because you were observed drawing people together and giving a very positive vibe to the resorts you stayed at. The following presentation will give you a quick glimpse of the impact you have had on other people, and why we chose you for our ultimate experience.”

A large screen started coming down from the back of the stage and a projector’s light beamed into focus. Surprisingly, there was enough shade under the roof to clearly see the show which showed images of people at different resorts around the world, every short scene depicted laughter, hugs, dancing, and all around smiles. Near the end of the montage, there were numerous scenes that showed Kimber and I at our vacation last year. They seemed to portray a couple with near-magical qualities of charm, but we knew the reality; everyone at the resort was so relaxed and just got along with all the other vacationers – there wasn’t anything special about the two of us. Nonetheless, the editing seemed to imply that everyone’s happiness really depended on the central couple in each scene. We recognized some of the faces from those who sat near us, as well as that red-headed woman I saw screaming into the pool moments ago. In the few kütahya escort shots of her, she was tanning topless and clearly enjoying the reactions from men who all stopped by to chat with her. The show faded after the lengthy montage showing Kimber and I. The woman came to the edge of the stage, this time with two shiny gold bracelets in her hand. “I’m sure you all read about the extra cash you can get by acting in scenes with our grand prize winners… Could Henri and Kimber please come up.”

“Oh Fuck!” Kimber gasped. We had to stand up and go to the stage, with our shaved crotches. With the thought of all those women looking at me, my penis began to thicken despite the shock of the circumstances we found ourselves in! We sat frozen in our seats, but two young men approached either end of our row of seats and pointed their prods toward us. “You two, come along.” One thing about my pragmatic wife was a quick switch from emotional stress to taking control of the situation and working to make things… work. She stood up and took my hand and started to lead me pass other couples as I tried to cover my penis from view with the other hand. It was made more difficult as we had our bare asses passing in front of other couples as we made our way to the end of the row. We turned toward the stage as the announcer requested everyone give us a hand. “These are our grand prize winners, Henri and Kimber. They will be wearing these golden bracelets and you should seek to be nearby when you get the opportunity because if you are even in the background of a scene they are in, you will earn extra cash. If you have selected a script that either or both of them are involved in, you’ll we be paid at least double your regular amount that equates to the prize level you won.” As she clapped her hands, a few of the people in the audience gave a reluctant but similar response.

When the woman took my right arm to put the bracelet on, my cock betrayed me and hardened quickly. It was the first time another woman has been this close to me when I was naked in decades. I knew Kimber was equally flushed with excitement and not just stressed because of her full body exposure to a crowd of men and women who were not only smiling, but actually beginning to put more effort into applauding… and slowly all the men in the front row started responding in the same fashion as me. To Kimber’s surprise, the young man who had accompanied us from our seats was fully erect and smiling at her.

“This is fucking stupid. I demand my cloth-” a man screamed for a second as he was zapped by one of those prods and he fell unconscious, but was caught by the guard. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Please remain calm. He’ll be fine. We realize you’ll need a little time to adjust to your new reality, and we seriously want you to enjoy your stay. There are guides at each pathway that will scan your bracelets and point you towards your cabins where you will find a copy of your signed agreement, a list of the payment schedules per photos or scenes, and on your television you’ll find the full menu of scenes to sign up for. Lunch will be served in an hour’s time. You will not be charged for any food or drinks during your stay unless you don’t meet the terms and conditions of one scene or photo shoot per day which includes this afternoon and evening. The less, -er intensive choices will go quickly, so it’s best you decide before lunch.” She put down her microphone as the people were directed out of their seats toward one of three paths where their bracelets were scanned and they were pointed down different routes. “Henri, Kimber… your personal assistant will be along shortly. You will come out of this experience quite wealthy if you play your cards right. However, many of the main projects have already been determined for you… oh, here comes Sabrina now.” She pointed toward the pools where a young brunette with a significant grin on her face was jogging toward us. She had quite a hairy crotch, but her pussy lips still managed to be visible as one side hung out about an inch or so beyond her bush.

My penis drooled with pre-cum as Sabrina threw her arms around Kimber. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you two!” She had a bit of a sing-song accent, perhaps Irish. Suddenly, her hand was on my cock! “We’ll just push this aside for now.” She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “We knew you guys would be fun, but boldly shaved smooth for the grand entrance!” She winked back at Kimber. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” She let go of my penis, gently wiping her hand on her hip. “Now, follow me. We have a longer walk than everyone else.” She had to be in her mid-twenties at the most. I couldn’t believe she had grabbed me like that. Her breasts were much smaller than Kimber’s and perky was an understatement. Kimber smiled as we started to follow the young woman. “She is cute,” she whispered, “but, I think we’re in a ton of trouble.” Sabrina stopped and turned, her eyes widening a bit – “Oh, I’m sorry. You weren’t expecting this – just like the manisa escort other guests? I thought they would have given you more info.” She glanced down at our shaved genitals and smirked. “Well, Looks like you came prepared for a good time anyway. I’ll give you the whole scoop at your cabin. You’re lucky to be away from the crowds except when you need to be – those golden bands should keep you both busy though.”

“There’s no way that we’re goin-” Sabrina bit her lip and let go of their hands. “Listen, there’s a broadcast scheduled in a couple of minutes that will explain everything – and um, I’m so sorry. Really. I swear that I’ll do anything at all to help smooth things over, but the contracts you signed have to be met or -” she took our hands and smiled with what may have been compassion or empathy. “Let’s not go there just yet. Let’s watch the broadcast and discuss this more at your cabin.” The rest of the walk was in silence as we moved further away from the main facilities toward a beautiful beach. Next to the beach stood a few thousand square foot structure. We could see a sizeable kitchen and living room through the huge windows nearest to us.

The cabin certainly lacked nothing in the way of luxurious comfort. There was a fully stocked bar, wine fridge, kegs of beer on tap, a pool table, a bedroom with a clear walk out to the beach and Kimber noted that beautiful view offered no curtains to block out voyeurs. “Your copy of the terms and conditions is on the table there.” she pointed at the dining room table before heading towards the bar – “Beer or wine?” she smiled, but didn’t wait to start pouring a tall dark draught… “Henri, I think you’ll love this one.” She glanced at Kimber who was sitting down at the table, “Pinot for us?” Kimber just nodded, then absently picked up the papers and glanced down at them. The stapled copy of the terms and conditions, signed by us was unmistakable. Beside that was another sheet with dollar amounts listed… and her eyes widened: “As the Grand Prize couple, any nude photographs taken of Kimber or Henri that is used in a slideshow or montage for advertising purposes will be paid at a minimum of $1000; $5000 will be awarded for any erotic poses taken. The schedule for -” before she could read further the television beeped and turned itself on.

“We hope you’ve had a quick glance at the payment schedules for your prize levels and are pleased by what we offer. Our benefactors, some of which are actually amongst you spare no expense to entertain themselves and prospective partners in financing future programs that take every day people and put them into a safe adult’s only environment. By safe, we mean that this resort protects you from harm by constantly monitoring behaviours of all guests and staff while encouraging people to break free of any inhibitions and enjoy their time with us. The scripts for all scenes are available from the main menu by clicking your remote on the ‘paper’ icon to the right of the title. Names of guests who have signed up for a script will be displayed by the time-slot and location column here.” An arrow appeared on the screen pointing to an otherwise blank column beside a title that read “Casual walk on the beach, 2 females; 1:35pm, South Beach (see red umbrella); – – ; ‘paper icon’.” “This scene for example requires two females to walk along the beach, filming starts at 1:35pm (be there at least 10 minutes before start).”

The arrow on the screen clicked on the paper icon and a page popped-up that read “Two women, hand in hand are walking along the beach laughing and enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin. The women stop, embrace and kiss deeply for a moment before continuing on.” The pop-up disappears and the woman from earlier appears on the screen. “Scenes like this are quite frequently the first ones to fill up. In this case, only 2 guests can sign up to earn cash for the scene. It is important to remember though that everyone must sign up for at least 1 scene per day to maintain your end of the terms and conditions; failure to participate will result in full reimbursement of your prize which is a minimum of $45K before your travel costs are included. Anyone breaking the contract will be held in a cell until the full costs are recouped.” She smiled before continuing “If you want to have a little revenge on any of the staff at this facility you can request them by the number on their colored arm-bands located here – except for anyone with a red band.”

I glanced at Sabrina when I heard that – she had a red band. “How does someone get a red band?” I asked. Sabrina smirked, but the t.v. provided the answer. “The red bands are worn by staff members whose duties require them to be available for tasks throughout the day – like our photographers, camera crews and some personal assistants. Everyone else, including security guards and myself can be required to participate in a scene you choose to partake in by nominating us… and you can decide which role we play in the scene… like this one.” The screen mardin escort returned to the menu with a title “Tanya’s Redemption.” The screen then just flickered and returned to the main menu screen. Sabrina chimed in “That was Tanya, in case you were wondering. Now, I’m your personal assistant and am required to be available to both of you, but as this” she pointed to her arm band “indicates, I am expected to be kept busy by the crew with arrangements for schedules etc… On your bands, there’s a small button here.” She pushed a little button on Kimber’s band which caused her red band to glow pink and buzz. “That tells me that it’s Kimber who is looking for my assistance. I’ll make every effort to get to your location at any time, but it will depend on my other chores and whether your husband also -” she nodded at me to push the button. Her band buzzed and glowed blue now. “Is there anything else I can help you with before lunch?”

We just looked on in stunned silence until Kimber managed “This is all too much…”, but I could see she was already moving toward managing the situation in her mind. Sabrina put her hand on Kimber’s shoulder, “I’m sorry you weren’t given the heads up as Grand Prize winners, but I’ll do everything I can to make things easier for you – it’s just… I don’t think I can change much. I’d suggest you pick a scene soon before the easier ones are all taken, but unfortunately as the Grand Prize winners you are pre-scheduled for a scene immediately after lunch to get things going. It’s the one called Swim-up bar and – um… I’ll let you read about it. I’ve got to go help the director with the afternoon schedules.”

Kimber glanced down at the paper, “Henri, they expect us to -” she started to cry, but cursed the tears away. “-it’s that we have to do things like masturb-” she started laughing “masturbate in front of people, and fuck while they film us! I’m not a porn star! Look at me. They’ve got rather boring fantasies if they think watching us stroke each other is going to be exciting.”

Sabrina left, and I clicked on the Swim-up bar title… then sat down in shock. My wife gasped seeing 5 Female, 1 Male – and beside the list one of the female names was already filled in with her name in Gold, and the sole male column filled in with mine. Then she broke into outrageous laughter.

Five women are drinking at a swim-up bar and celebrating an engagement. They are on a girls’ vacation as a last hoorah for their friend -F2- who will be getting married soon. -Kimber- orders a round of shots, then raises her glass to the others and toasts a challenge: ” ‘-F2-‘ has to give the next guy who swims up a hand-job.” The girls all laugh while ‘-F2-‘ protests. The others toss back their shots and wait for her to. “You guys are evil. What if-“

“Wait!” ‘-F3-‘ giggles as she sees an older man entering the far end of the pool. -Henri- looks their way before diving underwater. The women watch him swim in the direction of the bar. ‘-F4-‘ comments on his ass, saying that for an old guy, he’s got that much going for him. They break into laughter just as he comes up for air a few feet away from the bar. He greets them with a nod and calls for beer to the bartender. As he was reading that line all the F2’s were replaced with -Kristine-. Kimber actually snorted, her laughter uncontrollable… – “Well, someone just agreed to play with you…”

“Us.” I responded, “There’s a part for you in this too.”

She managed to control her laughter with a deep breath: “Maybe, so far it just looks like you’re supposed to get a hand-job from – Kristine while the rest of the girls just celebrate.” she thought that might be a reasonable step for the first ‘show’ if there was such a thing.

“I’m okay with that.” she decided. “I don’t see how we can get out of this.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I wanted to take you to a nude beach and even imagined having sex out doors with you, but…” my hands indicated the t.v. “Do we even have a choice?” “There’s only another half hour before lunch – and then we’re supposed to just -” sighing in frustration.

Kimber let out a long breath, then calmly took charge of her emotions “We aren’t alone in this. Everybody out there – except for the organizers of all this are as shocked as we are.” She began.

“But -” I cut in, still not capable of reigning in my emotional stress. My wife continued in a calm voice – “Henri… babe. It’s going to be okay. We’ll survive this and never see these people again. We just have to get through it – and that means, playing along if we can.”

“How are you so calm?” my voice relaxed ever so slightly.

“I’m not. I’m just thinking that if all they’re asking of us is to put on a show – even pornographic ones – that we can do it. We can make it through this.”

She then looked back at the t.v. – “Look, who knows anything about this Kristine – but she’s signed up already to give you a hand-job, knowing it was you.” Just then, all the F3’s were replaced with “Janice”. “We don’t know what Janice just signed up for, but you see other people are considering their choices and deciding to participate in some porn-making with the two of us… and they know what they’re signing up for and with -” she waved her hands indicating her naked body – “this and ” she pointed at me.

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Another naked man splashed into the pool beside me, snapping me out of my shock. I quickly started to move toward the edge of the pool where others were all climbing out and being herded away. Then I heard a familiar and exasperated “Oh, Fuck me!” My wife surfaced from her plunge into the adjacent pool looking as horrified as all the other women who were struggling to cover their breasts and crotches with their arms and hands. “Henri?!” she called out. Couples were all trying to locate one another amidst the continued onslaught of new naked bodies shooting out of the tubes. I wrapped my arms around my wife, but we were coaxed to move along by some men with what looked like cattle-prongs. A loud speaker squelched over by a large pavilion before a female voice attempted to break the chaos: “Please take a seat in the pavilion and move away from the pools to allow other visitors to arrive safely. We will address all your concerns momentarily. Rest assured that we have taken all measures to meet our obligations to our guests.”

A few men and women protested verbally before being prodded by naked, but very muscular men with black arm bands carrying long sticks with two prongs on the end. Seeing one man drop to his knees when he was hit by an electric shock was enough to convince people to keep their distance from the prods. Slowly people settled into seats and looked to the stage where a middle-aged woman sat in front of a microphone on a raised bar-stool. Like everyone else, she was completely nude with the exception of a plastic band on her right wrist and a small blue band around her right bicep similar to the black bands the muscular men – probably our ‘prison’ guards wore. I saw a variety of other people with blue, red, green, and pink arm bands around the pavilion and pushing trolleys or otherwise working around the resort behind it. None of the guests had an arm band. Clearly the staff had been on the island for some time as anybody whose skin wasn’t naturally dark showed absolutely no sign of tan lines, including around the bands on their arms which must have been a recent addition. Unlike the guests, the workers seemed to be going about a very normal routine in the nude. A small number of the guests had big smiles on their faces, but most were like us – stunned and nervous about what the future would hold for us… and all too sure what the contracts really meant sinking in.

“You have no ri-” One man began to yell out, but the woman stood up and stared him down before raising the microphone to her mouth. “You know what you signed, and the sooner you get on board with the program, the better off you’ll be.” She smiled and looked down at the crowd. Up to this point, the shock of our situation kept my senses a little dulled. “I know you’re all in a bit of shock at the moment, but by the end of two weeks we’re confident you’ll be quite pleased by the prize you won and that you had a tremendous opportunity to be here. How pleased, like with any vacation will depend on you. So, yes… this is an all nude, all adult resort and we expect to film some commercials for our primary clients, but you will be paid exceedigly well for any projects that you sign up for.” She took in a deep breath that seemed to cause an auto-response from many in the audience who unconsciously duplicated the action. The woman was quite tall and her muscles were well toned. When she stood at the front of the stage with her legs a comfortable distance apart for someone wearing a dress, we could clearly see puffy red labia topped off with a small patch of trimmed black hairs. Her stomach showed smooth hints of well-defined abs below her large B or small C sized breasts. Her voice settled to a friendly tone after the deep breath. “All of you won an all expense paid vacation that will indeed be an enjoyable and profitable experience. You won the vacations because you were observed drawing people together and giving a very positive vibe to the resorts you stayed at. The following presentation will give you a quick glimpse of the impact you have had on other people, and why we chose you for our ultimate experience.”

A large screen started coming down from the back of the stage and a projector’s light beamed into focus. Surprisingly, there was enough shade under the roof to clearly see the show which showed images of people at different resorts around the world, every short scene depicted laughter, hugs, dancing, and all around smiles. Near the end of the montage, there were numerous scenes that showed Kimber and I at our vacation last year. They seemed to portray a couple with near-magical qualities of charm, but we knew the reality; everyone at the resort was so relaxed and just got along with all the other vacationers – there wasn’t anything special about the two of us. Nonetheless, the editing seemed to imply that everyone’s happiness really depended on the central couple in each scene. We recognized some of the faces from those who sat near us, as well as that red-headed woman I saw screaming into the pool moments ago. In the few kütahya escort shots of her, she was tanning topless and clearly enjoying the reactions from men who all stopped by to chat with her. The show faded after the lengthy montage showing Kimber and I. The woman came to the edge of the stage, this time with two shiny gold bracelets in her hand. “I’m sure you all read about the extra cash you can get by acting in scenes with our grand prize winners… Could Henri and Kimber please come up.”

“Oh Fuck!” Kimber gasped. We had to stand up and go to the stage, with our shaved crotches. With the thought of all those women looking at me, my penis began to thicken despite the shock of the circumstances we found ourselves in! We sat frozen in our seats, but two young men approached either end of our row of seats and pointed their prods toward us. “You two, come along.” One thing about my pragmatic wife was a quick switch from emotional stress to taking control of the situation and working to make things… work. She stood up and took my hand and started to lead me pass other couples as I tried to cover my penis from view with the other hand. It was made more difficult as we had our bare asses passing in front of other couples as we made our way to the end of the row. We turned toward the stage as the announcer requested everyone give us a hand. “These are our grand prize winners, Henri and Kimber. They will be wearing these golden bracelets and you should seek to be nearby when you get the opportunity because if you are even in the background of a scene they are in, you will earn extra cash. If you have selected a script that either or both of them are involved in, you’ll we be paid at least double your regular amount that equates to the prize level you won.” As she clapped her hands, a few of the people in the audience gave a reluctant but similar response.

When the woman took my right arm to put the bracelet on, my cock betrayed me and hardened quickly. It was the first time another woman has been this close to me when I was naked in decades. I knew Kimber was equally flushed with excitement and not just stressed because of her full body exposure to a crowd of men and women who were not only smiling, but actually beginning to put more effort into applauding… and slowly all the men in the front row started responding in the same fashion as me. To Kimber’s surprise, the young man who had accompanied us from our seats was fully erect and smiling at her.

“This is fucking stupid. I demand my cloth-” a man screamed for a second as he was zapped by one of those prods and he fell unconscious, but was caught by the guard. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Please remain calm. He’ll be fine. We realize you’ll need a little time to adjust to your new reality, and we seriously want you to enjoy your stay. There are guides at each pathway that will scan your bracelets and point you towards your cabins where you will find a copy of your signed agreement, a list of the payment schedules per photos or scenes, and on your television you’ll find the full menu of scenes to sign up for. Lunch will be served in an hour’s time. You will not be charged for any food or drinks during your stay unless you don’t meet the terms and conditions of one scene or photo shoot per day which includes this afternoon and evening. The less, -er intensive choices will go quickly, so it’s best you decide before lunch.” She put down her microphone as the people were directed out of their seats toward one of three paths where their bracelets were scanned and they were pointed down different routes. “Henri, Kimber… your personal assistant will be along shortly. You will come out of this experience quite wealthy if you play your cards right. However, many of the main projects have already been determined for you… oh, here comes Sabrina now.” She pointed toward the pools where a young brunette with a significant grin on her face was jogging toward us. She had quite a hairy crotch, but her pussy lips still managed to be visible as one side hung out about an inch or so beyond her bush.

My penis drooled with pre-cum as Sabrina threw her arms around Kimber. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you two!” She had a bit of a sing-song accent, perhaps Irish. Suddenly, her hand was on my cock! “We’ll just push this aside for now.” She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “We knew you guys would be fun, but boldly shaved smooth for the grand entrance!” She winked back at Kimber. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” She let go of my penis, gently wiping her hand on her hip. “Now, follow me. We have a longer walk than everyone else.” She had to be in her mid-twenties at the most. I couldn’t believe she had grabbed me like that. Her breasts were much smaller than Kimber’s and perky was an understatement. Kimber smiled as we started to follow the young woman. “She is cute,” she whispered, “but, I think we’re in a ton of trouble.” Sabrina stopped and turned, her eyes widening a bit – “Oh, I’m sorry. You weren’t expecting this – just like the manisa escort other guests? I thought they would have given you more info.” She glanced down at our shaved genitals and smirked. “Well, Looks like you came prepared for a good time anyway. I’ll give you the whole scoop at your cabin. You’re lucky to be away from the crowds except when you need to be – those golden bands should keep you both busy though.”

“There’s no way that we’re goin-” Sabrina bit her lip and let go of their hands. “Listen, there’s a broadcast scheduled in a couple of minutes that will explain everything – and um, I’m so sorry. Really. I swear that I’ll do anything at all to help smooth things over, but the contracts you signed have to be met or -” she took our hands and smiled with what may have been compassion or empathy. “Let’s not go there just yet. Let’s watch the broadcast and discuss this more at your cabin.” The rest of the walk was in silence as we moved further away from the main facilities toward a beautiful beach. Next to the beach stood a few thousand square foot structure. We could see a sizeable kitchen and living room through the huge windows nearest to us.

The cabin certainly lacked nothing in the way of luxurious comfort. There was a fully stocked bar, wine fridge, kegs of beer on tap, a pool table, a bedroom with a clear walk out to the beach and Kimber noted that beautiful view offered no curtains to block out voyeurs. “Your copy of the terms and conditions is on the table there.” she pointed at the dining room table before heading towards the bar – “Beer or wine?” she smiled, but didn’t wait to start pouring a tall dark draught… “Henri, I think you’ll love this one.” She glanced at Kimber who was sitting down at the table, “Pinot for us?” Kimber just nodded, then absently picked up the papers and glanced down at them. The stapled copy of the terms and conditions, signed by us was unmistakable. Beside that was another sheet with dollar amounts listed… and her eyes widened: “As the Grand Prize couple, any nude photographs taken of Kimber or Henri that is used in a slideshow or montage for advertising purposes will be paid at a minimum of $1000; $5000 will be awarded for any erotic poses taken. The schedule for -” before she could read further the television beeped and turned itself on.

“We hope you’ve had a quick glance at the payment schedules for your prize levels and are pleased by what we offer. Our benefactors, some of which are actually amongst you spare no expense to entertain themselves and prospective partners in financing future programs that take every day people and put them into a safe adult’s only environment. By safe, we mean that this resort protects you from harm by constantly monitoring behaviours of all guests and staff while encouraging people to break free of any inhibitions and enjoy their time with us. The scripts for all scenes are available from the main menu by clicking your remote on the ‘paper’ icon to the right of the title. Names of guests who have signed up for a script will be displayed by the time-slot and location column here.” An arrow appeared on the screen pointing to an otherwise blank column beside a title that read “Casual walk on the beach, 2 females; 1:35pm, South Beach (see red umbrella); – – ; ‘paper icon’.” “This scene for example requires two females to walk along the beach, filming starts at 1:35pm (be there at least 10 minutes before start).”

The arrow on the screen clicked on the paper icon and a page popped-up that read “Two women, hand in hand are walking along the beach laughing and enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin. The women stop, embrace and kiss deeply for a moment before continuing on.” The pop-up disappears and the woman from earlier appears on the screen. “Scenes like this are quite frequently the first ones to fill up. In this case, only 2 guests can sign up to earn cash for the scene. It is important to remember though that everyone must sign up for at least 1 scene per day to maintain your end of the terms and conditions; failure to participate will result in full reimbursement of your prize which is a minimum of $45K before your travel costs are included. Anyone breaking the contract will be held in a cell until the full costs are recouped.” She smiled before continuing “If you want to have a little revenge on any of the staff at this facility you can request them by the number on their colored arm-bands located here – except for anyone with a red band.”

I glanced at Sabrina when I heard that – she had a red band. “How does someone get a red band?” I asked. Sabrina smirked, but the t.v. provided the answer. “The red bands are worn by staff members whose duties require them to be available for tasks throughout the day – like our photographers, camera crews and some personal assistants. Everyone else, including security guards and myself can be required to participate in a scene you choose to partake in by nominating us… and you can decide which role we play in the scene… like this one.” The screen mardin escort returned to the menu with a title “Tanya’s Redemption.” The screen then just flickered and returned to the main menu screen. Sabrina chimed in “That was Tanya, in case you were wondering. Now, I’m your personal assistant and am required to be available to both of you, but as this” she pointed to her arm band “indicates, I am expected to be kept busy by the crew with arrangements for schedules etc… On your bands, there’s a small button here.” She pushed a little button on Kimber’s band which caused her red band to glow pink and buzz. “That tells me that it’s Kimber who is looking for my assistance. I’ll make every effort to get to your location at any time, but it will depend on my other chores and whether your husband also -” she nodded at me to push the button. Her band buzzed and glowed blue now. “Is there anything else I can help you with before lunch?”

We just looked on in stunned silence until Kimber managed “This is all too much…”, but I could see she was already moving toward managing the situation in her mind. Sabrina put her hand on Kimber’s shoulder, “I’m sorry you weren’t given the heads up as Grand Prize winners, but I’ll do everything I can to make things easier for you – it’s just… I don’t think I can change much. I’d suggest you pick a scene soon before the easier ones are all taken, but unfortunately as the Grand Prize winners you are pre-scheduled for a scene immediately after lunch to get things going. It’s the one called Swim-up bar and – um… I’ll let you read about it. I’ve got to go help the director with the afternoon schedules.”

Kimber glanced down at the paper, “Henri, they expect us to -” she started to cry, but cursed the tears away. “-it’s that we have to do things like masturb-” she started laughing “masturbate in front of people, and fuck while they film us! I’m not a porn star! Look at me. They’ve got rather boring fantasies if they think watching us stroke each other is going to be exciting.”

Sabrina left, and I clicked on the Swim-up bar title… then sat down in shock. My wife gasped seeing 5 Female, 1 Male – and beside the list one of the female names was already filled in with her name in Gold, and the sole male column filled in with mine. Then she broke into outrageous laughter.

Five women are drinking at a swim-up bar and celebrating an engagement. They are on a girls’ vacation as a last hoorah for their friend -F2- who will be getting married soon. -Kimber- orders a round of shots, then raises her glass to the others and toasts a challenge: ” ‘-F2-‘ has to give the next guy who swims up a hand-job.” The girls all laugh while ‘-F2-‘ protests. The others toss back their shots and wait for her to. “You guys are evil. What if-“

“Wait!” ‘-F3-‘ giggles as she sees an older man entering the far end of the pool. -Henri- looks their way before diving underwater. The women watch him swim in the direction of the bar. ‘-F4-‘ comments on his ass, saying that for an old guy, he’s got that much going for him. They break into laughter just as he comes up for air a few feet away from the bar. He greets them with a nod and calls for beer to the bartender. As he was reading that line all the F2’s were replaced with -Kristine-. Kimber actually snorted, her laughter uncontrollable… – “Well, someone just agreed to play with you…”

“Us.” I responded, “There’s a part for you in this too.”

She managed to control her laughter with a deep breath: “Maybe, so far it just looks like you’re supposed to get a hand-job from – Kristine while the rest of the girls just celebrate.” she thought that might be a reasonable step for the first ‘show’ if there was such a thing.

“I’m okay with that.” she decided. “I don’t see how we can get out of this.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I wanted to take you to a nude beach and even imagined having sex out doors with you, but…” my hands indicated the t.v. “Do we even have a choice?” “There’s only another half hour before lunch – and then we’re supposed to just -” sighing in frustration.

Kimber let out a long breath, then calmly took charge of her emotions “We aren’t alone in this. Everybody out there – except for the organizers of all this are as shocked as we are.” She began.

“But -” I cut in, still not capable of reigning in my emotional stress. My wife continued in a calm voice – “Henri… babe. It’s going to be okay. We’ll survive this and never see these people again. We just have to get through it – and that means, playing along if we can.”

“How are you so calm?” my voice relaxed ever so slightly.

“I’m not. I’m just thinking that if all they’re asking of us is to put on a show – even pornographic ones – that we can do it. We can make it through this.”

She then looked back at the t.v. – “Look, who knows anything about this Kristine – but she’s signed up already to give you a hand-job, knowing it was you.” Just then, all the F3’s were replaced with “Janice”. “We don’t know what Janice just signed up for, but you see other people are considering their choices and deciding to participate in some porn-making with the two of us… and they know what they’re signing up for and with -” she waved her hands indicating her naked body – “this and ” she pointed at me.

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This incident took place several years ago but my precious HotWife has just recently “confessed” these events. This has become life changing for our sex life! After we had been married for about 3 wonderful and promiscuous years, my sexy little HotWife, Elaine, had decided it was time for her to cease fucking around and settle down and become a “respectable” American housewife. As a totally devoted loving, submissive, cuckolded husband, her wish was my command. Even though I could never get enough of her having lover after lover, her abstinence was yet another way for her to dominate me and delay my own sexual gratification. I always considered her cucking me and forcing me to eat other men’s cum as her form of punishing me for having such a tiny, pathetic “Mico-Cock” as she called it. Elaine, however, took her new vow of celibacy seriously and was actually living her life as a nearly sexless, typical “good little suburban housewife.” I was resolved to submit to her lifestyle changes. This…YAWN… way of life continued for the next three or so years as we led our clean respectable lives. A few years ago something happened in her that changed her outlook about sex drastically. The beautiful true inner SLUT was again revived! Elaine finally confessed this series of events that she felt she could no longer hide from me. The following is the story of those events as she related them to me, albeit a few years later. Elaine had a long road trip scheduled. She was going to be traveling alone in her car for nearly 24 hours. She was on her way to visit her sexy younger sister, Donna, and spend a week with her. Donna lived alone but had several boyfriends and she was always trying to set Elaine up with one or two of them. Since junior high school they used to hold friendly sibling rivalry contests to see which of them could hold the coveted “The Bad Sister” title. At first the winner was determined by which one of them had given the most blow jobs. As the sister’s matured, the sexual escapades became more erotic, and kinky! On the day before Elaine’s road trip she had a gynecologist appointment scheduled. Since her vow of celibacy, she had been avoiding these appointments because a part of the exam always causes her to have embarrassingly violent orgasms, or rather a series of convulsive orgasms! “The Speculum” was her nemesis and her coveted secret lover. She feared it now more than ever because she was so determined to be the good wife that she had dedicated herself to being… “From now on.”, as she had vowed! But she knows the affect that the Speculum Monster has over her body! It is unavoidable and now is the time.

It seems strange, but almost every woman will doll herself up as pretty as possible for her gyno appointments. She treats it like a hot date and she wants to look as pretty and sexy as she can for the man who she knows is about to see her nakedness and probe her innermost sexual regions. My wife is no different in that regard.

Elaine took a long time bathing and shaving her beautiful, tanned, muscular legs that morning. Her legs are almost thick, but with zero fat and very well defined strong looking muscles. In a word, her legs are magnificent! I think those strong muscles is one reason that she has such amazing control of her vaginal muscles. I have said that her pussy is big enough to drive a dump truck through it and at the same time, tight enough to break a pencil! She has the perfect “Dream Pussy” for any man, from the longest and fattest cock to ‘the smallest I’ve ever seen in my life’, as she so often says about mine.

I call Elaine “The Dream Girl”, because her beauty, sensuality and her magical pussy is what every man’s dreams are made of!

Elaine went one step further this morning. Although she had not shaved her pussy for three years, she decided that today she would. She simply could not bare her pussy to a stranger today without having it look as enticing as possible. My sexy ass wife shaved her pussy from asshole to belly button. There was no hair left anywhere on her body below her head! If that wasn’t enough, she spread the depilatory cream in the same areas and let it melt away any residual stubble. The result was just as she had hoped for and her pussy was literally shiningly smooth and prepubescent soft! She said it looked and felt so smooth and perfect that the sight of her own glistening, smooth pussy caused her to get extremely sexually aroused. She couldn’t keep her fingers off of it, or out of it as she soaked through another lavender bubble bath and several little orgasms! As she dried off and rubbed in the softening lotion, Elaine was satisfied that her pussy was going to be one of the sexiest pussy’s this Doctor had ever seen. After a splash of a deep cleansing Strawberry douche to freshen up her inner sanctum, she was now ready to bare her body and open her pussy to a man she had never met, and allow him to do whatever he wants with her body.

She was mentally prepared for her total submission to this complete stranger. My wife fully intended to remain the good faithful karaman escort wife throughout this exam, even though she knew full well that this strange man was about to bring her to multiple orgasms. It always happens when the Speculum is inserted, and sometimes just in anticipation of it. In any case she knows that the Doctors are seasoned professionals and likely feel no sexual urges during these exams.

Even that reality could not ease her rising excitement over her upcoming exposure and willing submission. Yes, willing submission. At this point she was not merely resolved to the inevitability of her impending orgasms, she was actually looking forward to having a stranger’s hands all over her body! She was both dreading and greatly looking forward to this experience!

For years in the past, Elaine had been an habitual exhibitionist and those old demons were rising up in her again now with a vengeance! Truth be told, she was actually very much welcoming those familiar old demons right now.

Now at the Doctor’s office, the nurse had Elaine strip totally naked and helped her into a hospital gown. She put the gown on her backwards with the opening down the front. Apparently a gynecological exam is much easier if the Doctor has full frontal access. The nurse assists Elaine with stepping up onto the exam table and getting her legs raised up onto the leg supports where her calf’s are strapped into the supports. This was more exciting than she expected, as it reminded her of some of the Bondage games she had so often enjoyed in the past! My wife said at this point her gown was not tied shut and was laying off of her to both sides. The nurse was inadvertently brushing against my wife’s’ sensitive skin as her hands seemed to be touching every exposed inch of my wife’s sexy, overstimulated body. Elaine was totally nude in the middle of the cold exam room with no sheet covering her at the moment.

The fact that her body was completely sans hair greatly intensified the sensitivity of her skin. The nurse had Elaine spread her legs wide as she took both heels and placed her feet in the cold stainless steel exam table stirrups. Elaine said that this event alone was quite exhilarating and sensual. She was beginning to feel sexually attracted to the pretty young nurse. Elaine was feeling “..more naked than I had ever felt!” She was glad she had gotten a pedicure the day before. She thought her little feet looked beautiful, even sexy. The bright red toenail polish and matching fingernail polish was worth the extra effort. “I look sexy as fuck!” she proudly thought to herself! The nurse pulled Elaine’s gown over my wife’s big tits, but it kept falling to the side re-exposing her nude, and by now very erect and firm breasts.

Elaine said that as her feet were spread wide apart by the nurse, her big pussy involuntarily opened wider and wider. This is always embarrassing, yet very sexually stimulating for my wife. She said it always feels like the whole room is being turned inside out and the cool air is being sucked into her gaping pussy every time she submits to one of these exams. Elaine told me that the nurses mouth fell open and her eyes were glued onto Elaine’s massive cunt. My wife said that her pussy juices started flowing and flooded the exam table. The nurse spread the stirrups wider, as she placed Elaine’s hands on her own ankles and scooted her ass right up to the bottom edge of the exam table. She told my wife to hold her ankles as wide apart as possible “… and don’t turn loose of your ankles during the exam. Keep them spread as wide as you can. Knees spread wide also. The Doctor will need you to remain as open as possible to him throughout the exam. There is a mirror right over the Doctors shoulder so you can watch everything he’s doing to you.”

The nurse laid a sheet over my wife’s nude body and pulled the sheet down past her knees, but not before stealing one more long look at her naked body and pussy and remarking “That’s perfect! You look amazing!” as she smiled, winked and flashed a knowing thumbs up to my wife! The sheet once again slipped off her breasts, leaving her practically totally nude. The nurse did not re-cover her breasts as she left the room and said “The Doctor will be right in.”

Elaine said that her pussy continued to throb and flow a steady stream of juices as she awaited the Doctor. Even the top sheet was getting soaked now as the top of it slipped off her other breast, leaving both massive breasts exposed as she held her ankles wide apart, as she had been instructed, and awaited the Doctor’s entrance. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt so vulnerable.” she related to me, “…or so horny and sexy! I was craving any form of sex at that moment! I felt like I looked totally irresistible! My whole body was covered with goose bumps and I simply could not wait for the Doctor to see me totally nude like this, holding my ankles wide apart just for him, inviting him into my deepest parts! I watched the mirror and I was excited by just how damn good I looked!”

When the kars escort Doctor walked in and introduced himself, he was not one of the Doctors she recognized. He was much younger, of Latin decent and quite handsome. He said “Good afternoon, Elaine, let’s take a look at you.” As he lifted the sheet up above her hips, her pussy squirted juices out onto the floor. The Doctor leaned in closer to her pussy, breathed in her Strawberry fragrance, and said “OH MY! This is quite unique! Interesting,” (he took another deep breath, inhaling her scent), “indeed! Absolutely beautiful! Impressive!”

Elaine asked him if everything looks OK? He answered “Yes! Quite OK! Better than just OK! I don’t see something like this every day! This is indeed quite a treat!” He reached up and touched her labia with his fingers, spreading the lips apart and inserting two bare fingers deep into her vagina! She felt her pussy gap even wider as the juices flowed freely. His touch sent shockwaves through her body as she concentrated on opening herself up to him as wide as possible! She made an obvious show of opening and closing her labia for him while at the same time spreading her knees even further apart. She wanted him to know, without a doubt, that she was open, willing, and vulnerable to him.

He seemed to realize that he was being a little unprofessional and had just touched her pussy without his exam gloves. “Sorry! I got carried away! Please forgive me”, as he pulled his hand back out of her pussy and put on the exam gloves.

He said “OH MY WORD! This is impressive, beautiful! Much, much bigger and more well developed than anything I’ve seen since the films in medical school! Let me get the speculum and let’s see just how wide and deep you truly are! I dont see any health issues with it being this big, but I want to look deeper into this to be sure. Deeper…(LOL), Sorry, no pun intended.”

Elaine began to shudder because the insertion of the speculum and the way the Doctor cranks it open wider and wider always causes her to go into wave after wave of orgasmic bliss! This was why she had been delaying this “routine” examination. As the nearly frozen stainless steel instrument touched the slick, wet walls of her pussy, her cunt involuntarily jumped open wider and wider, excreting even more hot juices. The Doctor slid the speculum all the way in as deep as it would go and he began cranking her open wider and wider! About this time he noticed her naked breast. He froze in place for a second as he gazed at her rock hard swollen nipples.

The Doctor said “Apparently you find this part of the exam sexually stimulating. Don’t worry, a lot of women do. It’s perfectly normal.” He ‘accidentally’ brushed the sheet off her big breasts as he continued to steal glances. He made no effort to protect her modesty.

Elaine told him “Hell yes it’s sexually stimulating! It feels like your whole hand is inside me!” He grinned and answered “(LOL) Thats because it is, Elaine. It is not often I get the opportunity to explore at this depth and width! Sorry. Does this hurt at all?” As he rotated his hand round and round deep inside her pussy! She could feel his fingers touching and probing everything within her. She started orgasming over and over as he pumped his fist and fingers in and out and round and round inside of her as the speculum held the walls of her pussy wide open and her juices splattered all over the Doctor and the exam room floor.

“No. It doesn’t hurt at all. Quite the opposite! You feel amazing that deep inside of me!” she told him. “Do whatever you want to do to me. I’m all yours! PLEASE! Don’t stop now!!!

The Doctor commented that the speculum was at maximum opening, both width and depth. He suggested that he needed to step out of the exam room and retrieve a larger speculum. Much to my wife’s embarrassment, he opened the exam room door and walked out leaving her nude body totally exposed to everyone in the hallway! She heard him talking to a nurse and asking her to retrieve the extra large speculum, “…the largest one that we sometimes use for childbirth. This woman is an amazing specimen!” She felt like every person in office walked by and peeped in at her! When he returned he excitedly inserted the new speculum inside the existing one while sliding the smaller one out. “At least that’s what it felt like at the time” she told me. That motion alone caused Elaine to scream in orgasm. The Doctor looked over his shoulder at the open exam room door. He smiled, shrugged his shoulders and said “Sorry. I got overly excited at what I was about to do to you!” as he turned and closed the exam room door.

Elaine said there was a weird sensation after that. Without even touching her vaginal walls, she felt something touching and then sliding into her uterus! It was his index finger! Her vagina was spread so wide that his whole hand never even touched the vaginal walls as he reached in to probe her uterus. She orgasmed all over his gloved hand, up to his elbow and splattered his white lab coat! He said “Oh My! This kıbrıs escort has never happened before! This is beautiful! Quite stimulating indeed!” He took off his latex gloves and reached for another pair. Without a word she turned loose of her ankles, spread her knees even wider apart, grabbed his arm and slammed it through the speculum and back into her massive cunt!

She said to him, ” If you are going to be this intimate with me, PLEASE don’t use a rubber glove and please don’t stop!” He again inserted his index finger into her uterus. She whispered “More please!…and deeper.”

“OH MY WORD”, he said as she demanded more! He inserted two unsheathed fingers deeper into her uterus and gently massaged her, deeper still. As she began to shudder, his wrist bumped and rotated around the inner circle of the speculum. This sent her into a series of squirting orgasms. She held his hand and wrist inside her pussy as the metal utensil vibrated all around her vaginal ring. She said it was as if her clit had turned into a circle and the entire ring was totally orgasmic! As his hand moved round and round deep inside her, Elaine could hear and feel his wedding ring tapping and vibrating against the metal speculum as it overstimulated her clitoris. She loved the fact that he is a married man!

The orgasm was ridiculously intense and prolonged. The Doctor eventually withdrew his soaked hand and slowly released the pressure from the speculum. Her orgasms continued. She nearly lost consciousness as he withdrew the Speculum.

The Doctor stepped to the side of the exam table, apparently to pull the sheet over my wife’s exposed breast. Instead, as he lifted it up and intentionally dropped it to the floor while he stared at her totally nude body, legs still spread and convulsing, and her pussy, now minus the Speculum, still throbbing and now nearly opening and closing in rhythm to her labored breathing. From her head to her toes, he could not get enough of her sweaty, glistening body! As he stood beside her bed, he cupped her big breast in his hands, leaned down and sucked one stiff nipple into his warm mouth.

Elaine released her ankle and rubbed the front of the Doctor’s pants. Her eyes widened as she felt the extent of his erection! Then she felt the warmth and sticky wetness through his pants! The good Doctor had cum in his pants while bringing my wife to several of the best orgasms she had ever experienced! She was very proud of herself now! While looking at his cum on her fingertips and seeing it string between her fingers and thumb, she sucked her fingers clean, smiled at him and asked him “Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

He answered “OH MY YESSS! I couldnt stop!” She took his pussy soaked hand and raised it to her lips as she sucked it clean! With her other hand she felt his cock twitch and ejaculate again! With her cum covered fingers she rubbed his cum over his lips and then slipped her fingers into his mouth. He took the hint and sucked his cum from her fingers. At the same time she took his hand and pressed it back into her pussy. Without the speculum in the way she was able to contract her pussy around his wrist…very tightly! His eyes widened and his body convulsed as he pressed his hard cock against my wife’s hip. She felt his hard cock erupt again! With both hands, she unzipped his pants and pulled out his sticky cum covered cock. She pulled him to her face and swallowed his cock. She did an expert job at sucking and cleaning his cock. She really enjoyed that she could watch the two of them in the mirror. When she finished cleaning his large brown cock, she pulled him to her and they shared a long, deep, sensual lovers kiss. When she released his still hard cock, he tucked it back into his cum soaked pants and zipped up.

He handed her his business card and said “I know you’re married, and so am I, but please ask for me for your next appointment. PLEASE! This has been beyond my wildest expectations! You are an amazing and beautiful woman! You are more woman than any I have ever even fantasized about! And now I have to keep my lab coat buttoned for the rest of the day! LOL! Never mind that. This one is soaked! I’ll need to get another one to finish my day. I’ll have the nurse come get you cleaned up. I will expect to see you again in six weeks… or less. PLEASE.” He was almost begging her.

He walked out and once again left the exam room door wide open, triggering yet another violent orgasm. Elaine tweaked her nipples to fully erect, grabbed her ankles and spread everything as wide as possible! “What the hell!” she thought as her pussy continued to open and close with each successive orgasm. At this point she was hoping everone in the office would get a good look at her nude body and be as impressed as the Good Doctor!

She felt like such a wanton WHORE! Like back in the old days. It was a feeling like a long lost friend returning. She was also wondering why she hadn’t stuffed his cum covered cock into her pussy while she had her hands on his big brown hard beautiful cock! Oh My did he ever taste good!?! That thought threw her into another violent orgasm just as the nurse entered the room. The shocked nurse froze in the open doorway, once again exposing my wife’s nude orgasmic body to the entire staff of the Doctor’s office!

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The light streaming in the bedroom window woke me. I glanced at the clock on the night-table and saw that it was almost 10:30. Wow. We didn’t normally sleep so late. Turning, I saw that Sandy’s side of the bed was empty. At least the coffee would be ready.

I walked down the hall to the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and got under a hot shower. When I was clean I drew back the shower curtain and grabbed a towel. Standing there drying off I checked out my reflection in the big mirror over the double sinks on the far wall. I had gotten a pretty good tan over the past 10 days, except for the area normally covered by my bathing suit. My recently shaved pubes highlighted my hanging cock and balls, and I decided I liked the look. Thinking about how it got that way made my cock swell, and it swung as I strode back to my room. I threw on gym shorts and a T-shirt and walked downstairs.

Lee was alone at the table when I came into the kitchen, though there was a mug at the place next to hers. “Hey, sleepy-head,” she said. “I was wondering if I was going to have to come get you up.” She stopped with her mouth open and her cheeks colored. “I, I mean…”

“Yeah, I guess all the sun and activity really got to me,” I replied, throwing myself into the chair opposite her. Her color rose higher and she jumped up and walked to the counter.

“Want some coffee?”

“Sure. Thanks.” As she reached to the cupboard to get a mug, her short robe rose along the back of her thighs, and I eyed her long, lightly-tanned legs. She must have felt my gaze, because she hurriedly put the mug down and filled it with coffee. She brought it over and set in on the table in front of me, then backed away to lean against the counter, folding her arms under her breasts.

“Where’s Sandy?” I asked.

“She, um, she went to the garden center. Something about shrubs for the flower beds.” When I looked over at her she dropped her eyes. Lee had been brazenly turning me on for the past two days, looking me dead in the eye while she pulled her ball-clenching tricks. But Sandy had always been around, and now that we were alone in the house, the audacious Lee seemed to have disappeared.

I could feel the tension in the air. Little tremors were racing up and down my stomach and Lee was shifting nervously from foot to foot. Still not looking at me she said, “Well, if you’re all set, I, uh, I think I’ll go take a bath,” and hurried from the room.

I sat there a few minutes, toying with my coffee-mug. “Fuck this, ” I said aloud, and headed for the stairs.

When I got to the bathroom door I could hear water running. I hesitated, my hand on the knob, then, taking a deep breath, pushed open the door. Lee’s robe was draped over the low arm-chair between the tub and the sinks, and she was bent over the tub, her hair pinned up, shutting off the faucets. I took in the curves of her long legs and rounded butt. Her large, firm breasts swayed slightly as she turned her head toward me, and I felt my cock rising.

“Dan! What…I’m… you…” I put my finger to my lips. “Shh.” I stripped off my T-shirt and threw it in the corner. “But…” I brought my finger back to my lips, then shoved down my shorts and kicked them over by my shirt. Lee turned to sit on the curved edge of the big claw-footed tub, staring at me wide-eyed, and I walked toward her, my half-hard cock bouncing. “Listen, Dan, I…” I reached out and put my finger on her lips and sat next to her. Lee had put her hands on the tub on either side of her, and her tokat escort body was stiff and angular.

“Dan, really. I don’t think…” I leaned over and kissed the point of her shoulder. Lee shuddered. ” I…” My lips grazed over her collar-bone and I kissed the base of her neck. Her head bent back slightly and I kissed my way up to just below her ear, then trailed my lips back down and kissed the base of her neck again. I could feel the breath ease out of her, and her shoulders relaxed. I leaned in closer and kissed her throat. Her head went back farther still, and she rested her right hand lightly on my thigh.

Lee’s skin glowed pale gold in the filtered sunlight and felt like silk under my lips. I couldn’t stop kissing her. Her neck, her throat, her shoulders. I kissed the upper slope of her right breast, and as she turned to me and lifted her left arm to pull me closer, her nipple brushed my chin. I felt a shock run through her, and she arched her back and held my head to her. I sucked her rigid nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue. Her hand caressed my thigh, and now I jumped as the backs of her fingers brushed my sac.

I took her hand and stood and pulled her up to me. Lee twined her arms loosely around my neck. I rested my hands on her ass and she leaned her head back and gave me her blue-eyed stare, this time with a little smile touching the corners of her mouth. I put my head forward and let my lips brush hers. Our tongues met and sparks shot through me. Her arms tightened and she leaned into me. Her skin against mine from our knees to our lips made my entire body feel on fire. Lee broke the kiss and leaned back again, farther this time, so that we were separated to the hips. She looked own and gave a little giggle.

“What?” I followed her gaze and could see my shining purple cock-head throbbing between us.

“Reminds me of the other day,” she said.

“Oh, that.” I blushed. “Well, this time I’ll try to make it last a little longer.”

“You’ve got to be kidding. That was the hottest thing I ever saw.”

She cocked her head and looked up at me, another giggle bubbling up. “I wonder if I could make you do it again.”

“I’m sure you could. You almost had me again when we were dancing. But I’ve got other plans.”

“Oh, really. Like what?”

I didn’t answer, but tightened my grip on her ass and lifted until just her toes were on the floor. I kept lifting and she raised her legs along mine and wrapped them around my waist. She was still leaning back and my cock was still trapped between us, but now I could feel her hot wetness pressed against me. We looked into each others’ eyes as our hips ground slowly.

“Oh. Like that.” We kept up our slow rhythm until Lee squeezed with her legs and pulled herself up with her arms and my cock popped free. She started to lower herself and I felt the head graze her labia. I tensed my biceps and stopped her descent.

“That’s not the plan” I said.

“No?” She was still pushing down with her ass, and I was straining to hold her. My hips seemed to have a plan of their own and kept up their rocking, the tip of my cock just sliding in and out between her lips.

I knew I couldn’t keep fighting her long. I jerked my hips back and bent forward, lowering her into the armchair. Her feet flopped to the floor, and I kissed her and gently pulled her arms from my neck.

I straightened up and stood back, breathing hard, and took her in with my eyes. She was lying slumped, her arms yozgat escort resting on the arms of the chair, her breasts and stomach rising and falling with her breathing, her long legs parted. I knelt before her and placed my hands under her knees and lifted her legs. Lee got the idea and pulled her legs up and out, draping them over the arms of the chair.

Now I was where I’d dreamed of being since I’d watched Sandy shave her: face to face with Lee’s wide-spread pussy. As I’d noticed before, her outer lips were heavy and rounded, and her labia protruded well beyond them. They were no longer pink, but blood-red, and gaped open under my gaze, swollen and shining with her moisture. Her clit poked out from under its hood, and I thought I could see her pulse beating in it. The sight had my cock throbbing and pumping clear pre-cum in an almost continuous flow. I tore my eyes away and looked up at her.

“Like I said. You’re fantastic.” She smiled as she looked at me. “And, like I said, I’ve got a plan.”

“Oh, yeah, I’ll bet you do.”

I sank onto my haunches and kissed about halfway up her right thigh. She was baby-soft and smooth. Her texture made me want more, and I kissed, licked, and rubbed my cheek along her skin. Lee rested a hand gently on my head, caressing her fingers through my hair. Her whole body was in motion, and she tugged me gently forward.

I pointed my tongue and ran the tip gently between her lips. Lee jerked and groaned. I turned my head to the side and sucked in the left side of her wet pussy, pressing my lips together and sliding my tongue back and forth over her. Lee’s bottom clenched and rose from the seat. I opened my mouth and got both labia in, sucking and licking. Lee was bouncing in the chair like a puppet. My face was soaked. I turned my head, broadened my tongue, and swiped up through her, coming to rest on her clit. Lee closed her hands in my hair, pulling me fiercely to her. “Ohgod,ohgod,ohgod. Daaaaan!” I lost all sense of myself, devouring her madly while she bucked.

When she had sunk back into the chair and loosened her grip on me and her legs had slid back to the floor, I straightened my back to look at her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes were closed, and her heaving chest was blotched with red. Little convulsions were running over her sweat-slick belly. Her blue eyes appeared behind half-open lids, and she gave me a new version of the stare, soft and warm.

“Hey, you. That was some plan.”

“Plan A.”

Lee’s eyes opened a little more. “Oh, is there a plan B?”

“You can’t have a plan A without a plan B.”

“You’re quite the planner.”

“Well, actually, plan B is as far as I’ve got.”

“And plan B is?”

I put my hands on the tops of her thighs and pulled myself back to my knees. My cock rose in the V of her thighs. It was dancing with excitement, and pre-cum coated the head and shaft down to my balls. The thick veins stood out like blue ropes, pulsing to the beat of my heart. Seeing my distended prick lurching so close to Lee’s wide-spread, glistening pussy made me light-headed.

“Uh, plan B involves…” I stammered.

Lee reached out and clasped me with her right hand. “I think I get it.” She eased me towards her. I thrust forward, but then she stiffened her arm and stopped me in my tracks. She released her hold on me, and I groaned as she sat up and pushed her hand against my chest.

“I’ve got a plan of my own. Stand up.” I laid my hands on her thighs again and pushed myself zonguldak escort upright onto trembling legs. In the low chair her eyes were about at the level of my balls.

“Dan, I think you may have been right about this shaving thing. I was wrong. You absolutely don’t look like a pre-adolescent teen-ager. You look good enough to eat.” Lee slid her hands up my thighs and wrapped them around my shaft. Pulling it down, she pouted her lips and planted a wet kiss on the head. Her mouth slipped across my flowing lubrication. The downward pressure on my cock and her tight grip on my shaft had me boiling. She backed off and looked up at me before leaning in again. She squeezed harder and sucked me in until my head was lost behind her lips. Stroking and sucking, she let her tongue swirl over my glans as her hands slid over my shaft.

“Jesus, Lee,” I breathed, “I don’t know how long I can take this.” Her lips smacked together as she pulled off me and let go.

“No problem, plan-man”

She stood and turned, backing me away with her butt, and lifted her right knee onto the arm of the chair. She leaned her arms forward and crossed them on the low chair-back. Her back sloped to her shoulders and her gorgeous ass was raised and pointed at me.

She looked over her shoulder at me and grinned. “Plan B.”

I shuffled to her on shaky legs. I laid my left hand on her ass and tried to steady my wildly jerking cock with my right. I leaned forward, found her, and slid into her balls deep. A long sigh issued from somewhere in the cushions of the chair and mixed with my own. I pulled my right hand out from between us and let it rest beside my left on her ass. I leaned back from the waist and sucked in a deep breath, feeling my neck and shoulders relax. My hips had started their own motion unbidden, and I was stroking in and out of Lee’s soaking cunt, slow and long.

My heightened senses picked up the vibrations traveling through her body and through my own. As my pace increased, I slid my hands up to grasp her hips. I looked down and watched waves run over her soft cheeks each time I plowed into her. The sight of my hairless cock buried into her, skin on skin, and her slick labia grasping at me each time I pulled back, brought me close to the edge. I felt a pulse beating like a drum, but didn’t know if it was hers or mine. I knew I’d lose it if I kept looking there, and as much as all my nerves and sensors were rushing me to orgasm, I wanted to stay here as long as I possibly could.

I dragged my eyes away and looked up at Lee. She’d let her head rest on her folded arms and turned it to the right, facing the big mirror. I twisted my head and searched for her eyes in the reflection. I saw her face, her mouth slack and her lips puffing and letting out a little “Oh” with every stroke. Her eyes were glazed and focused not on mine but further down the mirror.

I widened my field of vision and took in the whole panorama: Lee, bent over the armchair, her magnificent body gleaming in the sunlight, all her curves and softness on display, her breasts swinging, her sides heaving, my hands gripping her waist, and my thick red cock slamming into her relentlessly. I felt my calf muscles tensing, and watched as Lee let her left hand float down over her nipples and stomach to graze her clit. Every cell in my body flashed to overload as I lunged forward. Lee’s ass strained back at me. Her fingers stroked lightly over my balls, and behind my eyelids everything went black.

I don’t know how long I was out, but when I opened my eyes I was still standing behind her, my hands now on her butt, my hips pressed into hers. Lee was looking at me in the mirror. Her blue eyes sparkled as they met mine.

“So. Plan B,” I gasped.

“Yep. Twenty-four to go.”

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Another naked man splashed into the pool beside me, snapping me out of my shock. I quickly started to move toward the edge of the pool where others were all climbing out and being herded away. Then I heard a familiar and exasperated “Oh, Fuck me!” My wife surfaced from her plunge into the adjacent pool looking as horrified as all the other women who were struggling to cover their breasts and crotches with their arms and hands. “Henri?!” she called out. Couples were all trying to locate one another amidst the continued onslaught of new naked bodies shooting out of the tubes. I wrapped my arms around my wife, but we were coaxed to move along by some men with what looked like cattle-prongs. A loud speaker squelched over by a large pavilion before a female voice attempted to break the chaos: “Please take a seat in the pavilion and move away from the pools to allow other visitors to arrive safely. We will address all your concerns momentarily. Rest assured that we have taken all measures to meet our obligations to our guests.”

A few men and women protested verbally before being prodded by naked, but very muscular men with black arm bands carrying long sticks with two prongs on the end. Seeing one man drop to his knees when he was hit by an electric shock was enough to convince people to keep their distance from the prods. Slowly people settled into seats and looked to the stage where a middle-aged woman sat in front of a microphone on a raised bar-stool. Like everyone else, she was completely nude with the exception of a plastic band on her right wrist and a small blue band around her right bicep similar to the black bands the muscular men – probably our ‘prison’ guards wore. I saw a variety of other people with blue, red, green, and pink arm bands around the pavilion and pushing trolleys or otherwise working around the resort behind it. None of the guests had an arm band. Clearly the staff had been on the island for some time as anybody whose skin wasn’t naturally dark showed absolutely no sign of tan lines, including around the bands on their arms which must have been a recent addition. Unlike the guests, the workers seemed to be going about a very normal routine in the nude. A small number of the guests had big smiles on their faces, but most were like us – stunned and nervous about what the future would hold for us… and all too sure what the contracts really meant sinking in.

“You have no ri-” One man began to yell out, but the woman stood up and stared him down before raising the microphone to her mouth. “You know what you signed, and the sooner you get on board with the program, the better off you’ll be.” She smiled and looked down at the crowd. Up to this point, the shock of our situation kept my senses a little dulled. “I know you’re all in a bit of shock at the moment, but by the end of two weeks we’re confident you’ll be quite pleased by the prize you won and that you had a tremendous opportunity to be here. How pleased, like with any vacation will depend on you. So, yes… this is an all nude, all adult resort and we expect to film some commercials for our primary clients, but you will be paid exceedigly well for any projects that you sign up for.” She took in a deep breath that seemed to cause an auto-response from many in the audience who unconsciously duplicated the action. The woman was quite tall and her muscles were well toned. When she stood at the front of the stage with her legs a comfortable distance apart for someone wearing a dress, we could clearly see puffy red labia topped off with a small patch of trimmed black hairs. Her stomach showed smooth hints of well-defined abs below her large B or small C sized breasts. Her voice settled to a friendly tone after the deep breath. “All of you won an all expense paid vacation that will indeed be an enjoyable and profitable experience. You won the vacations because you were observed drawing people together and giving a very positive vibe to the resorts you stayed at. The following presentation will give you a quick glimpse of the impact you have had on other people, and why we chose you for our ultimate experience.”

A large screen started coming down from the back of the stage and a projector’s light beamed into focus. Surprisingly, there was enough shade under the roof to clearly see the show which showed images of people at different resorts around the world, every short scene depicted laughter, hugs, dancing, and all around smiles. Near the end of the montage, there were numerous scenes that showed Kimber and I at our vacation last year. They seemed to portray a couple with near-magical qualities of charm, but we knew the reality; everyone at the resort was so relaxed and just got along with all the other vacationers – there wasn’t anything special about the two of us. Nonetheless, the editing seemed to imply that everyone’s happiness really depended on the central couple in each scene. We recognized some of the faces from those who sat near us, as well as that red-headed woman I saw screaming into the pool moments ago. In the few kütahya escort shots of her, she was tanning topless and clearly enjoying the reactions from men who all stopped by to chat with her. The show faded after the lengthy montage showing Kimber and I. The woman came to the edge of the stage, this time with two shiny gold bracelets in her hand. “I’m sure you all read about the extra cash you can get by acting in scenes with our grand prize winners… Could Henri and Kimber please come up.”

“Oh Fuck!” Kimber gasped. We had to stand up and go to the stage, with our shaved crotches. With the thought of all those women looking at me, my penis began to thicken despite the shock of the circumstances we found ourselves in! We sat frozen in our seats, but two young men approached either end of our row of seats and pointed their prods toward us. “You two, come along.” One thing about my pragmatic wife was a quick switch from emotional stress to taking control of the situation and working to make things… work. She stood up and took my hand and started to lead me pass other couples as I tried to cover my penis from view with the other hand. It was made more difficult as we had our bare asses passing in front of other couples as we made our way to the end of the row. We turned toward the stage as the announcer requested everyone give us a hand. “These are our grand prize winners, Henri and Kimber. They will be wearing these golden bracelets and you should seek to be nearby when you get the opportunity because if you are even in the background of a scene they are in, you will earn extra cash. If you have selected a script that either or both of them are involved in, you’ll we be paid at least double your regular amount that equates to the prize level you won.” As she clapped her hands, a few of the people in the audience gave a reluctant but similar response.

When the woman took my right arm to put the bracelet on, my cock betrayed me and hardened quickly. It was the first time another woman has been this close to me when I was naked in decades. I knew Kimber was equally flushed with excitement and not just stressed because of her full body exposure to a crowd of men and women who were not only smiling, but actually beginning to put more effort into applauding… and slowly all the men in the front row started responding in the same fashion as me. To Kimber’s surprise, the young man who had accompanied us from our seats was fully erect and smiling at her.

“This is fucking stupid. I demand my cloth-” a man screamed for a second as he was zapped by one of those prods and he fell unconscious, but was caught by the guard. “Ladies and Gentlemen, Please remain calm. He’ll be fine. We realize you’ll need a little time to adjust to your new reality, and we seriously want you to enjoy your stay. There are guides at each pathway that will scan your bracelets and point you towards your cabins where you will find a copy of your signed agreement, a list of the payment schedules per photos or scenes, and on your television you’ll find the full menu of scenes to sign up for. Lunch will be served in an hour’s time. You will not be charged for any food or drinks during your stay unless you don’t meet the terms and conditions of one scene or photo shoot per day which includes this afternoon and evening. The less, -er intensive choices will go quickly, so it’s best you decide before lunch.” She put down her microphone as the people were directed out of their seats toward one of three paths where their bracelets were scanned and they were pointed down different routes. “Henri, Kimber… your personal assistant will be along shortly. You will come out of this experience quite wealthy if you play your cards right. However, many of the main projects have already been determined for you… oh, here comes Sabrina now.” She pointed toward the pools where a young brunette with a significant grin on her face was jogging toward us. She had quite a hairy crotch, but her pussy lips still managed to be visible as one side hung out about an inch or so beyond her bush.

My penis drooled with pre-cum as Sabrina threw her arms around Kimber. “I can’t believe I finally get to meet you two!” She had a bit of a sing-song accent, perhaps Irish. Suddenly, her hand was on my cock! “We’ll just push this aside for now.” She stood on her toes and kissed my cheek. “We knew you guys would be fun, but boldly shaved smooth for the grand entrance!” She winked back at Kimber. “Feels so good, doesn’t it?” She let go of my penis, gently wiping her hand on her hip. “Now, follow me. We have a longer walk than everyone else.” She had to be in her mid-twenties at the most. I couldn’t believe she had grabbed me like that. Her breasts were much smaller than Kimber’s and perky was an understatement. Kimber smiled as we started to follow the young woman. “She is cute,” she whispered, “but, I think we’re in a ton of trouble.” Sabrina stopped and turned, her eyes widening a bit – “Oh, I’m sorry. You weren’t expecting this – just like the manisa escort other guests? I thought they would have given you more info.” She glanced down at our shaved genitals and smirked. “Well, Looks like you came prepared for a good time anyway. I’ll give you the whole scoop at your cabin. You’re lucky to be away from the crowds except when you need to be – those golden bands should keep you both busy though.”

“There’s no way that we’re goin-” Sabrina bit her lip and let go of their hands. “Listen, there’s a broadcast scheduled in a couple of minutes that will explain everything – and um, I’m so sorry. Really. I swear that I’ll do anything at all to help smooth things over, but the contracts you signed have to be met or -” she took our hands and smiled with what may have been compassion or empathy. “Let’s not go there just yet. Let’s watch the broadcast and discuss this more at your cabin.” The rest of the walk was in silence as we moved further away from the main facilities toward a beautiful beach. Next to the beach stood a few thousand square foot structure. We could see a sizeable kitchen and living room through the huge windows nearest to us.

The cabin certainly lacked nothing in the way of luxurious comfort. There was a fully stocked bar, wine fridge, kegs of beer on tap, a pool table, a bedroom with a clear walk out to the beach and Kimber noted that beautiful view offered no curtains to block out voyeurs. “Your copy of the terms and conditions is on the table there.” she pointed at the dining room table before heading towards the bar – “Beer or wine?” she smiled, but didn’t wait to start pouring a tall dark draught… “Henri, I think you’ll love this one.” She glanced at Kimber who was sitting down at the table, “Pinot for us?” Kimber just nodded, then absently picked up the papers and glanced down at them. The stapled copy of the terms and conditions, signed by us was unmistakable. Beside that was another sheet with dollar amounts listed… and her eyes widened: “As the Grand Prize couple, any nude photographs taken of Kimber or Henri that is used in a slideshow or montage for advertising purposes will be paid at a minimum of $1000; $5000 will be awarded for any erotic poses taken. The schedule for -” before she could read further the television beeped and turned itself on.

“We hope you’ve had a quick glance at the payment schedules for your prize levels and are pleased by what we offer. Our benefactors, some of which are actually amongst you spare no expense to entertain themselves and prospective partners in financing future programs that take every day people and put them into a safe adult’s only environment. By safe, we mean that this resort protects you from harm by constantly monitoring behaviours of all guests and staff while encouraging people to break free of any inhibitions and enjoy their time with us. The scripts for all scenes are available from the main menu by clicking your remote on the ‘paper’ icon to the right of the title. Names of guests who have signed up for a script will be displayed by the time-slot and location column here.” An arrow appeared on the screen pointing to an otherwise blank column beside a title that read “Casual walk on the beach, 2 females; 1:35pm, South Beach (see red umbrella); – – ; ‘paper icon’.” “This scene for example requires two females to walk along the beach, filming starts at 1:35pm (be there at least 10 minutes before start).”

The arrow on the screen clicked on the paper icon and a page popped-up that read “Two women, hand in hand are walking along the beach laughing and enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin. The women stop, embrace and kiss deeply for a moment before continuing on.” The pop-up disappears and the woman from earlier appears on the screen. “Scenes like this are quite frequently the first ones to fill up. In this case, only 2 guests can sign up to earn cash for the scene. It is important to remember though that everyone must sign up for at least 1 scene per day to maintain your end of the terms and conditions; failure to participate will result in full reimbursement of your prize which is a minimum of $45K before your travel costs are included. Anyone breaking the contract will be held in a cell until the full costs are recouped.” She smiled before continuing “If you want to have a little revenge on any of the staff at this facility you can request them by the number on their colored arm-bands located here – except for anyone with a red band.”

I glanced at Sabrina when I heard that – she had a red band. “How does someone get a red band?” I asked. Sabrina smirked, but the t.v. provided the answer. “The red bands are worn by staff members whose duties require them to be available for tasks throughout the day – like our photographers, camera crews and some personal assistants. Everyone else, including security guards and myself can be required to participate in a scene you choose to partake in by nominating us… and you can decide which role we play in the scene… like this one.” The screen mardin escort returned to the menu with a title “Tanya’s Redemption.” The screen then just flickered and returned to the main menu screen. Sabrina chimed in “That was Tanya, in case you were wondering. Now, I’m your personal assistant and am required to be available to both of you, but as this” she pointed to her arm band “indicates, I am expected to be kept busy by the crew with arrangements for schedules etc… On your bands, there’s a small button here.” She pushed a little button on Kimber’s band which caused her red band to glow pink and buzz. “That tells me that it’s Kimber who is looking for my assistance. I’ll make every effort to get to your location at any time, but it will depend on my other chores and whether your husband also -” she nodded at me to push the button. Her band buzzed and glowed blue now. “Is there anything else I can help you with before lunch?”

We just looked on in stunned silence until Kimber managed “This is all too much…”, but I could see she was already moving toward managing the situation in her mind. Sabrina put her hand on Kimber’s shoulder, “I’m sorry you weren’t given the heads up as Grand Prize winners, but I’ll do everything I can to make things easier for you – it’s just… I don’t think I can change much. I’d suggest you pick a scene soon before the easier ones are all taken, but unfortunately as the Grand Prize winners you are pre-scheduled for a scene immediately after lunch to get things going. It’s the one called Swim-up bar and – um… I’ll let you read about it. I’ve got to go help the director with the afternoon schedules.”

Kimber glanced down at the paper, “Henri, they expect us to -” she started to cry, but cursed the tears away. “-it’s that we have to do things like masturb-” she started laughing “masturbate in front of people, and fuck while they film us! I’m not a porn star! Look at me. They’ve got rather boring fantasies if they think watching us stroke each other is going to be exciting.”

Sabrina left, and I clicked on the Swim-up bar title… then sat down in shock. My wife gasped seeing 5 Female, 1 Male – and beside the list one of the female names was already filled in with her name in Gold, and the sole male column filled in with mine. Then she broke into outrageous laughter.

Five women are drinking at a swim-up bar and celebrating an engagement. They are on a girls’ vacation as a last hoorah for their friend -F2- who will be getting married soon. -Kimber- orders a round of shots, then raises her glass to the others and toasts a challenge: ” ‘-F2-‘ has to give the next guy who swims up a hand-job.” The girls all laugh while ‘-F2-‘ protests. The others toss back their shots and wait for her to. “You guys are evil. What if-“

“Wait!” ‘-F3-‘ giggles as she sees an older man entering the far end of the pool. -Henri- looks their way before diving underwater. The women watch him swim in the direction of the bar. ‘-F4-‘ comments on his ass, saying that for an old guy, he’s got that much going for him. They break into laughter just as he comes up for air a few feet away from the bar. He greets them with a nod and calls for beer to the bartender. As he was reading that line all the F2’s were replaced with -Kristine-. Kimber actually snorted, her laughter uncontrollable… – “Well, someone just agreed to play with you…”

“Us.” I responded, “There’s a part for you in this too.”

She managed to control her laughter with a deep breath: “Maybe, so far it just looks like you’re supposed to get a hand-job from – Kristine while the rest of the girls just celebrate.” she thought that might be a reasonable step for the first ‘show’ if there was such a thing.

“I’m okay with that.” she decided. “I don’t see how we can get out of this.” I shrugged my shoulders, “I wanted to take you to a nude beach and even imagined having sex out doors with you, but…” my hands indicated the t.v. “Do we even have a choice?” “There’s only another half hour before lunch – and then we’re supposed to just -” sighing in frustration.

Kimber let out a long breath, then calmly took charge of her emotions “We aren’t alone in this. Everybody out there – except for the organizers of all this are as shocked as we are.” She began.

“But -” I cut in, still not capable of reigning in my emotional stress. My wife continued in a calm voice – “Henri… babe. It’s going to be okay. We’ll survive this and never see these people again. We just have to get through it – and that means, playing along if we can.”

“How are you so calm?” my voice relaxed ever so slightly.

“I’m not. I’m just thinking that if all they’re asking of us is to put on a show – even pornographic ones – that we can do it. We can make it through this.”

She then looked back at the t.v. – “Look, who knows anything about this Kristine – but she’s signed up already to give you a hand-job, knowing it was you.” Just then, all the F3’s were replaced with “Janice”. “We don’t know what Janice just signed up for, but you see other people are considering their choices and deciding to participate in some porn-making with the two of us… and they know what they’re signing up for and with -” she waved her hands indicating her naked body – “this and ” she pointed at me.

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After my then-boyfriend Ryosuke graduated from university in Oceanview, he switched over to working full-time in the sushi bar downtown. He’d been working there part-time for quite a while, but full-time turned out to be a much tougher schedule than either of us had expected. He was working till ten thirty or eleven almost every night.

It was hard to find time to meet. Sometimes he would drop by at my house after work, but one night, I was downtown anyway, so I dropped by at the sushi bar. I was just coming back from supper out with my friend Satomi and some of her old dorm mates. They were telling Satomi and me all about their jobs and what life was like after graduation. I wasn’t really looking for a job at that point, but it was interesting to hear what they had to say. When we finished up, it was already late, but I wanted to see Ryosuke, so I walked over to the sushi bar where he works.

“How many? Oh, it’s you Emi.” It was Suzuda, the maitre d. “Ryosuke’s in the back. Do you want me to go get him?”

“No, that’s OK. I’ll wait,” I sat down on one of the high stools at the counter. “Could I just get some barley tea?”

“Sure, I’ll be right back.”

There weren’t any other customers in the place. Even Okuno, the sushi chef, didn’t seem to be around. Suzuda brought me my drink, went out front, and started turning off all the lights.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were closing,” I apologized.

“Oh, that’s OK. Just relax. I’ll go see if Ryosuke can come out for a minute.” He gave me this kind smile, and then disappeared behind the curtain. Ryosuke came out still dressed in his uniform.

“Oh, Emi, you should have phoned. I didn’t realize you were coming. I’m a mess.”

Ryosuke is never a mess. He always looks clean-shaven, his hair neatly styled and gelled, cool and confident. He is a nice looking guy.

“Oh, that’s OK. I was in the neighborhood, so I thought I’d drop by. You look fine.”

He came over, and gave me a gentle kiss.

“How come you’re all dressed up?” he asked.

“Oh, Satomi and I were out with some of her old dorm mates. It was kind of a fancy place, so I thought I’d dress up.”

“You look gorgeous.”

I wasn’t wearing anything that special–a bright red sweater rolled up to my elbows, a grey check mini-skirt, black tights and leather boots. I’d already set my long tan coat down on the chair.

“I love the stockings,” he admitted. “Here stand up, so I can get a better look at you.” He came out from behind the counter, and started grinning. “Whit-phew!” he whistled.

“What? What’s the big deal?”

“No, it’s just you look so sexy in those stockings.” He peeked back at the kitchen to see if anyone was coming, and then pointed at my skirt. “Can you give me a peek at what’s underneath?”

I looked down, and then blushed as I realized he meant for me to lift up my skirt.

“Oh, Ryosuke! Don’t be silly.”

“No, no, c’mon. It’ll be OK. They’re all in the back there,” he nodded eagerly. I looked back at the curtain leading to the kitchen. I nodded towards the door, so Ryosuke went over, and made sure that no one was coming. I was still worried, but slowly, I lifted up my skirt showing him my white cotton panties through the loose weave of my black tights.

“Oooo!” he gushed. He came over, kissed me on the cheek, and gave my tush a little squeeze. I playfully pushed him away. He made this disappointed face, and then nodded for me to show him more. He was in a really frisky mood, I could tell. I don’t think we’d ever fooled around in his restaurant before. It wasn’t like we could do anything here. Still, he gets this way sometimes.

I peered back through the curtain trying to tell where his coworkers were. I couldn’t see any of them. Maybe they were in the back. Ryosuke was smiling away, nodding for me to give him another peek.

Quickly, before anyone came, I reached up inside my skirt, and pulled down both my panties and tights. My face went all hot, as I felt the air rush in on my pussy. I left my panties hanging mid-thigh, and then lifted up my skirt to show him my bare behind. I wiggled it to and fro, teasing him. It was usually so crowded in the restaurant, and here I was flashing him. I felt so naughty. Without really intending ordu escort to, I was starting to get a little wet.

“Emi!” he cried out, obviously delighted. “Just wait here a sec. I want to go get my camera.” He rushed off into the back leaving me standing there. I let my skirt down, and obediently waited, but I started to get worried that Suzuda or someone might come out, so I ended up pulling my panties and tights back up. This whole idea is crazy. This is Ryosuke’s workplace for heaven’s sake. I’d better settle down. When Ryosuke came back though, he looked so disappointed.

“I thought I told you to…”

“I know, but I was worried someone might come,” I whispered. I could hear the clatter of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. They sounded so close. Ryosuke glanced back at the kitchen, obviously not sure himself if it was safe or not.

“Anyway, let me just get a few quick shots,” he insisted. He’s always like this. We’re lucky we don’t get caught. I decided this was just way too dangerous, and sat back down on the stool.

“Oh, c’mon, Emi! Please!”

I glanced over at him coolly. Ryosuke came closer, giving me another gentle kiss. He whispered in my ear.

“Just this once for me.”

He gave me these puppy dog eyes. I couldn’t deny I was pretty excited by then. I was just worried about getting caught. I took a deep breath, and then stood back up.

“OK, but just one picture.” I slid my hands back up into my skirt. Ryosuke set the camera down on the counter, and then squatted down in front of me.

“What are you doing?” I whispered sharply. He motioned for me to shush, and started pulling my tights and panties way down past my knees all the way to the top of my boots. I was already freaking out, but then he stuck his head into my skirt snogging my pussy, twirling his tongue trying to get me excited. “Stop!” I hissed. He came back out licking his lips.

“Sorry, I just wanted a little taste.”

My hello kitty was tingling like crazy by then. I peered over at the door, but there was still no sign of anybody. He had the camera ready, so I lifted my skirt, and showed him my pussy. Still holding my skirt up, I stepped out, and walked slowly across the floor toward the main entrance. I knew I was taking a terrible chance. I don’t know how far I would have gone if I hadn’t heard a rattling sound coming from the kitchen. I dropped my skirt, rushed back to my seat, and quickly pulled up my panties.

I think Ryosuke must have taken a picture or two, but now even he looked worried. I sat back down, and brushed down my skirt as best I could. My tights were still kind of bunched up under my skirt, but I didn’t think I’d have time to fix them before whoever it was came out. I pulled my coat over onto my lap to cover up. Mr. Ueda, the manager, stuck his head out from behind the curtain.

“Ryosuke, could you give us a hand back here? We need some help closing the gas valves.”

“Of course.” He winked at me, excused himself, and then disappeared off into the back.

“Well, if it isn’t the lovely Mr. Tsuruta,” Mr. Ueda smiled, coming out into the dining room. “All dressed up for a night on the town?”

My heart was still pounding in my chest.

“Um… actually, I just came back.”

“Oh, I thought you and Ryosuke were heading out for a date.” He looked at his watch. “I guess it is kind of late. Sorry for keeping him. He’s the only one who seems to know how to shut everything off around here.”

I smiled at his little joke. Of course, everyone on staff knew how to close up, but they just got Ryosuke to do it because he was one of the youngest. I knew Ryosuke was hoping to find a better job, but there weren’t that many jobs in Oceanview. A lot of our friends had moved down to San Diego or up to Los Angeles. Mr. Ueda looked at me thoughtfully, perhaps sensing what I was thinking.

“Have you ever been over to my condo? It’s right downtown here with a nice view out over the city.”

I looked at him a bit uneasily. Was he trying to hit on me? I shifted in my seat trying to pull up my tights as best I could. Ryosuke came out drying off a dish.

“Yeah, you should see it, Emi,” Ryosuke enthused. “You can see the mountains in the distance and the osmaniye escort whole town!”

I was still nervous, but it did sound interesting. I’ve always liked high places with views. It always makes me feel kind of special looking out over the rest of the world–almost as if I were a princess in a castle.

“Sounds nice,” I nodded.

“I should have you over some time.”

“Mr. Ueda, could we maybe borrow your place for a few hours?” Ryosuke asked. “Emi and I have sort of been looking for a place to go…”

I was kind of surprised that Ryosuke would ask this of his boss, but I guess they’d known each other for a while. Mr. Ueda looked at the two of us, obviously trying to imagine what we might do in his place. He finally said,

“Yeah, I suppose that would be alright. You are both in home stays, are you?”

“Yeah.”

“OK, then. I’ll lend Ryosuke the key some morning when he has the day off.”

“Thanks. That’d be great.” Ryosuke gave me this big smile, happy to be able to treat me to something special for once. I was so happy I got up, and gave Mr. Ueda a kiss on the cheek.

“Oh my!” he laughed. “I tell you what. Ryosuke, why don’t you just get cleaned up, and head home? The rest of us can close up.”

“Thanks.” Ryosuke disappeared off into the back, and eventually came out in his street clothes. We thanked Mr. Ueda again, and headed out. We were both in such a good mood.

“Um. Why don’t you come over to my house?” I suggested.

“What about Loretta?” he asked. Loretta is my host mom. She’s nice enough, but actually, I was a bit worried she might tell my parents about Ryosuke. I hadn’t really told them I was seeing anyone yet. I didn’t want them to worry.

“Let’s try sneaking in. Maybe it’ll be OK. It has been a while…,” I blushed. He smiled. The buses had already stopped for the night, so we walked home. It was a beautiful night out. The stars were out, and it was quite romantic. We walked along holding hands, enjoying the night air.

We finally made it to my house. All the lights were out. Loretta and her kids must be asleep. I opened the door ever so quietly. We took off our shoes, and tiptoed upstairs to my room.

“Can I take a shower?” Ryosuke asked.

“OK, but quietly,” I whispered back. I followed him into the bathroom, and we both stripped out of our clothes. It was so hard not to laugh. We turned on the shower, got all lathered up, and took turns scrubbing each other’s bodies. I love the way his body looks and feels. He has a muscular chest and not much body hair. His skin is so smooth, almost like mine.

Once we were both clean, I lent him a bathrobe, pulled on another, and we snuck back to my room. We got naked again, and slid into bed. It sounded like Loretta and them were all asleep. Thank goodness. Loretta would probably have a bird if she knew he was here.

I lay on my back, and Ryosuke got up on top. He was kissing me all over, on my lips, neck and shoulders. Soon he started fondling my breasts, teasing my nipples with his tongue.

I was trying not to giggle, but it felt so good. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him into me. I guess he was taking his time because he wasn’t sure if I was ready, but I was so wet by then. I grabbed his cock, and showed him. He smiled, and then rolled over to pull on a condom. I took it from him, and used my hand to roll it on. His dick looked so big. He must have been really excited. We hadn’t really done it at my place so often. We’d always been afraid of getting caught.

Anyway, he got back up on top of me, and maneuvered around till his penis was at my gates. He gently tried to slide it in, but I was having trouble taking his size. I shuddered as it penetrated.

“Are you okay?” he whispered. I was too aroused to answer. I spread my legs as far apart as they would go, trying to adjust to his size. I was gasping for breath as he started thrusting. I felt so naughty doing this with Brandon sleeping next door and Loretta and Jennifer across the hall. I knew I had to keep quiet, but it felt so good.

Ryosuke must have sensed my excitement, because he gradually sped up the pace. I got too excited though. I couldn’t take it anymore. I came in this incredible sinop escort spasm of ecstasy. Oh god. I was so far gone I don’t even know when he came. I was completely spaced out.

He eventually pulled out. I pulled on a t-shirt, and lent him a robe, and we snuck across for another quick shower. Once we’d cleaned up, we came back, and I set the alarm for six. We took our clothes off again, and cuddled. I guess I should have put on some p.j.’s, but I was just so happy to be with him. Before long, we fell asleep.

All too soon, the alarm clock went off. Ryosuke scrambled to his feet, and got dressed. He gave me one last kiss, grabbed his jacket, and dashed out the door. I ran my fingers along my lips savoring the sensation of his kiss.

Soon though, I realized he’d left his backpack on the floor. I picked it up, and got up to scurry after him. Once I was out in the hall, I suddenly realized I was still naked. I debated going back for some clothes, but there was no time. I dashed down the stairs. There was no sign of him, so he must have left already. I couldn’t just leave his bag here though. If Loretta saw it, she might put two and two together.

I cautiously opened the front door. He was already half way down the block. Now what do I do? I glanced down at my naked body, tits sticking out, black pubic hair all fluffy, and then up and down the street. It was still early, so it looked like no one was around. Without thinking, I stepped out the door, and shouted,

“Ryosuke!”

The cool morning air nipped at my bare flesh. The sun had just come up, and I was standing in the shadow of the house, but it was bright enough that our neighbors might see. Ryosuke didn’t stop at first, so I padded down the porch stairs, stepped out onto the lawn, and called out again,

“Ryosuke!”

My senses were on fire by then. Here I was standing buck naked on our front lawn. My heart was pounding so loud I could hear it. I knew I should be terrified, but there was something exhilarating about being out here naked.

I peered cautiously over at the houses across the street. They all looked pretty quiet, but down at the corner there were cars driving by on the main street. I took a few more steps across the grass, but my courage was leaving me. This is crazy. I’ve got to get back inside.

Eventually, Ryosuke realized I was calling, and turned around. He gave me the funniest look, amazed I’d come out here naked. He hurried back, feigning shock. I hid my body behind his bag, feeling kind of embarrassed. I handed him his bag, giggling nervously.

“You forget this,” I blushed.

“Thanks,” he said kissing me. “You look gorgeous, but you’d better get back inside before someone sees you.” He sent me on my way with a smack on my rear. I stuck out my tongue at him, but then quickly ran back across the lawn and up the porch stairs. I turned, and waved one last time, then scooted inside, and shut the door.

I leaned my back up against the closed door still excited from what I’d just done. It was such an amazing feeling.

Unfortunately, of all the bad luck, Loretta’s son, Brandon, picked that moment to come out of his room. I looked for something to cover myself with, but there was nothing. Brandon noticed me right away, and came out to the top of the stairs to get a better look at me. I covered my pussy and breasts with my hands.

“Emi? What the…?”

I didn’t say anything, just ran up the stairs hoping to get to my room. I almost made it past him, but at the last moment, he reached out, and grabbed my wrist.

“Brandon, let go!” I whispered trying not to wake Loretta.

“What are you doing? Were you outside?”

I felt so embarrassed. He’d caught me red-handed.

I finally managed to break free, and ran to my room. I slammed the door shut, but he pounded on it.

“Emi, what on earth were you doing?”

I heard Jennifer come out.

“Will you two keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep.”

Brandon kept knocking, but there was just no way I was going to let him in. In the end, he finally gave up, and went away. I quickly pulled on my p.j.’s, kicking myself for being so stupid. Why did I go, and do such a thing? I’d always tried to be so careful, but this was like the second time Brandon had caught me running around naked. God, what must he think?

Anyway, I was glad I got to do it with Ryosuke in a real bed for once. We’d been sneaking around so long it felt new and fresh to do things normal for once.

Emi Tsuruta

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