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“Hey! Could you do us a favor? Pick a number from one to three,” message on Anna’s phone appeared when she was just leaving the shower.

She thought for a second, “What may that be? They are together now, probably they are playing some erotic game. Let it be more interesting, the bigger the better right? So she will answer 3.”

The response came quickly, “Thx, sorry for the cryptic message, would you like to know what the 3 meant?”

Yes, she now needed to know! She wrote that to Rafal, her penpal friend she had been talking and writing for the past 2 years now. He met some wild girl on one of his trips and they were having so much fun together. Secretly Anna was envious of them, they did so many interesting things together.

A Reply from Rafal came and woke her from her thoughts, “We are playing a game of dares, I just lost one so I had to ask you to pick the next dare that Weronika will be doing. And the 3rd dare was about picking pizza delivery topless”.

“Ahh,” thought Anna, “this is so like Weronika. She loves to flash her tits.” But something occurred to her, “Was this the only challenge for Rafal? Just to ask her about the number?” She needed to know more.

“Haha, Courier will be very surprised. And you have a very interesting night. But tell me, was this the only challenge that she had for you? Just ask me for some number?” asked Anna.

Rafal responded quickly, “You have good detective instincts, you know that? Yes, you are right, it wasn’t my only challenge. Lets say, when I was ordering the pizza on the phone, Weronika was trying as best as she could to distract me;)”

Now unwanted images appeared in Anna’s head, of Weronika kneeling before Rafal taking his dick in her mouth, making loud slurping sounds, taking it deeper, choking herself on him.

She needed to either finish the conversation now before she would lose control of her imagination, or be more active in the game.

She decided to make a little gamble, “And was she able to distract you?;) I have a challenge for you two. Create a group chat with me, you and Weronika, where you would describe the challenges and I will pick the one that you will have to do next.” Did she really want to get involved in that? Her hand shook slightly, but she couldn’t resist the temptation. She needed to join the fun.

Instead of a response, an invite to a group chat came with a title: “Dare Game With Weronika and Anna,” and inside there was a picture of Weronika in a towel by the door.

She quickly wrote in a group chat: “Weronika, I think you should be not only topless under that towel, but also panty-less!” Will she do it? Anna was wondering. Weronika once got caught by the stranger topless, during a photo session by the river. But completely naked? Then the picture in the chat arrived with Weronika spreading her towel and proving that she had nothing under it.

She did it! Anna was ecstatic, the gamble had paid off. She couldn’t wait to see what will happen next. But what’s this, a video call from the group chat?

She answered hesitantly, “Hello?”

“Anna I thought that you would like to watch with me, how your dare goes,” she heard Rafal saying, and saw a transmission with Weronika standing by the door. “Hush, now, the courier izmit escort bayan is coming,” added Rafal. She couldn’t believe it!

The door opened. “Could you please step inside. I just got out of the shower, and I don’t want to drop the towel,” she heard Weronika say. The courier appeared on the screen. Young, around Weronika’s age, so around 19 years old. Bit overweight. Courier gave a box with pizza to Weronika, she took it in one hand.

“It will be 44 zl,” Anna heard the currier on the video say. Weronika extended her hand.

“Could you take it by yourself? I can’t move too much in this,” Anna heard Weronika say and she saw Weronika point to the towel wrapped around her naked body with a small smile. Courier started to count the money on Weronika’s hand. Then the towel started to slowly slide down.

“Ohh, I’m sorry for that,” she heard Weronika say to the courier, but couldn’t cover herself. He was still counting money from her hand. The towel was sliding lower and lower. First exposing her large breasts with nipples standing at attention. Anna thought with pride to herself, that her breasts were not much smaller than Weronika ones. And she had long blond hair, when Weronika had mid size dark hair. They both were rather slim.

The towel started to slide below her belly button and after that just dropped. Leaving her completely naked. Courier was still slowly counting money, probably because he was focusing on the naked girl before him, not on the cash. She saw Weronika blush, her nipples reddening even more. “Please keep the change, I’m naked,” she heard Weronika say pointing to her naked body with her head.

“Oh, I don’t need a tip, this view is more than enough,” the courier responded. Weronika smiled, put the pizza down, and hugged the delivery guy. He was surprised at first, but took the opportunity, and hugged her back, pressing his body to her naked tits and squeezing her butt. First gentle, but when she hasn’t complained, he squeezed it harder, trying to touch her tight pussy.

“Thank you for pizza, now it’s time for you to go,” she broke from the courier, and started to open the door for him. Courier looked disappointed, but was slowly moving outside.

“Could I touch your breast?” Anna heard the courier blurted out.

She saw that Weronika was hesitant. “Let him do it!” she quickly wrote in the chat. She saw Weronika checking her phone, taking a deeper look into the apartment. In the video Anna saw the girl staring with anger. She knew this look was for her. Anna decided to press the luck. “Do it, and next challenge you could order me to do, but now you have to agree for whatever he will tell you to.”

Weronika on the screen smiled, turned to the courier and said, “Sure.”

She stood there not trying to cover herself. Young guy started to squeeze her large breasts, he still looked like he didn’t know how much he could allow himself to do. Then he pulled her nipple harder. A grimace of pain showed on Weronika’s face, but she didn’t say anything, just stared at him. The mean grimace appeared on the young man’s face. He started to squeeze one of Weronika’s breasts real hard, and on the other he was still pulling her nipple with his nails. Anna saw that Weronika kocaeli abal yapan escort was in real pain, but she stood there and allowed him to do anything to her breasts that he wanted. He moved closer and started to suck her tormented nipple. Gently, as to ease the pain. When Weronka was least expecting it, he bit down on her tit. She let a quiet sigh of pleasure mixed with pain. He reached behind her, and while still sucking on her tit, he was spreading her ass. Clearly trying to get to her tight hole there. At first he just moved slowly around her ass. She didn’t want to let him in there.

“Relax bitch, or it will hurt more, or do you want it to hurt more?” Anna heard the courier say. He slid one finger inside her. “So tight, no one has fucked you in the ass before?” asked the courier.

“No,” she responded with a quiet voice filled with anticipation. Anna couldn’t believe her own eyes. Will Weronika really allow him to ass fuck her? How far will she go to fulfill the challenge. Now Anna also got scared. If Weronika will go to such lengths just to win this round, what will be her challenge for Anna?

Weronika was now bending, and the young man with a mean expression on his face had two fingers inside her ass. He was fingering her faster. Spanking her butt from time to time. Weronika was moaning louder. Than third thick finger joined in Werronika’s not so tight hole anmore. Weronika squealed, and tried to make him remove his finger. She was reaching her limit. Anna saw that in Weronika’s eyes. Anna was secretly rooting for the courier, she really wanted Weronika lose, so she wouldn’t have to do her challenge.

Courier catched Weronika by her hair, and pulled. “Stop that bitch, I haven’t finished yet. When I am done you will have a big gape in your ass,” Anna heard the courier say with pleasure in his voice. He pulled his 2 fingers from Weronika’s ass, and put one from his other hand. Anna watched in horror, she instinctively knew what he would do. He will try to spread her ass, he really wanted to make her gape.

Weronika was still, waiting for him to start pulling. He was taking his time, kissing her back, allowing her to get used to the feeling of his fingers in her ass.

“Thank you for that, I’m ready now,” Anna heard Weronika say with a fearful voice. He took his fingers out, and smacked Weronika’s ass hard. He admired her naked body for a moment. Her red breasts, still with bite marks on them. Her bended ass ready for him. Her beautiful face looking at him with anticipation. Then he brutally shoved two fingers from each hand in her ass. Weronika cried in pain. The real torment started. He started to pull her ass apart. Spreading her. Brutally gaping her. Anna even on her phone screen saw the hole getting wider. She heard Weronika squeal, but he didn’t stop. Anna couldn’t take her eyes off.

“Do you like that slut? You want me to spread it further?” she heard the courier say. Weronika was in no condition to answer so she just nodded. “I want to hear you say it!” courier said with a stronger voice.

“Yes, I want you to spread my ass. I want you to be satisfied.” she heard Weronika’s reply. And she heard truth in her voice. She really wanted to izmit evi olan escort satisfy him. But then the courier stopped, and tried to shove his fist inside Weronika’s ass. “No, please, not that. I have enough.” Anna saw hesitation in the courier’s face. He still had his fist pressed to Weronika’s ass.

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m sorry, I don’t think I could make that,” Anna saw the courier put 3 fingers inside Weronika’s ass, and grabbed hard by her breast helping her stand. Weronika was standing now, her back to the courier. He still was holding her by her tit, and keeping fingers in her ass. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do that for you. I really wanted you to be satisfied with me,” she heard Weronika say, and leaning in to him, kissing him passionately, while he was squeezing her breast hard.

“That is ok my sweet. You did good, next time you will have your gape.” He released her, and she kissed him again. He took one long look at her. Her tormented breasts, he touched them gently. He took his phone and asked, “Can I take some pictures of you? I want to have some proof of my handiwork to show my friends.”

“Of course, how do you want me?” Weronika replied with a smile. Courier just moved in close and again bit in hard on her nipple.

Rafal then joined and said “Allow me, I will take the pictures for you.” Courier just looked at him as it would be the normalest thing to do, and gave Rafal the phone. First flash. Later that night Anna got those pictures also, so she saw the grimace of pain and pleasure on Weronika’s face.

Then Marek, because that was the courier’s name said, “Could you bend over again?” Weronika did as she was told, Rafal took a close up photo of Weronika’s gaping ass and happy Marek near her. “One more with my fingers inside her,” Anna heard Marek say. He put fingers gently inside Weronika’s ass this time. “Are you ready?” he asked.

“You can put one more inside me. My butt is your trophy today. I want you to be truly happy with me, when you will be showing those pictures to your friends,” Weronika responded with pride in her voice. Marek put one more finger inside her, and started to spread. There was another flash from the phone. Anna saw the genuine smile on Weronika’s face with only hints of pain, and the look of pride that she was able to do it. Maybe she hasn’t won, but she still was proud of herself. Anna saw the gape that Marek did in her. Hole looked very impressive on Weronika’s small butt. Anna had to give Weronika that. She didn’t know if she would be able to hold that long. Marek pulled just a little bit wider, gave Weronika’s butt one more smack and released her. He again helped her to get up. Weronika hugged him. Flash. Rafal took another photo. Weronika and Marek kissed, while letting go, he hitted her breast one more time, so they would bounce. Flash.

She smiled at him. “Thank you”, she said. And when he was about to leave, “Wait, I want you to have my phone number so you could send the pictures to us, and maybe we could schedule another session when I will be more ready,” Anna heard Weronika say.

“Oh, don’t prepare too much, I want you to feel everything when I will be working on your ass again,” Marek replied.

“I would like that,” she just heard Weronika add and Marek left closing the door behind him.

Weronika, composed herself, took her phone and wrote in the chat, “Anna you won. What is my next challenge?”

Anna smiled wildly, “That was close,” she thought to herself and started to type her response…but this is a story for another time. I hope you enjoyed it as I did, because there is a grain of truth in this;)

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The Italian Army kept an elaborate system of brothels in North Africa. There were two kinds, one for enlisted men, the other for officers. The officers’ brothels, of course, were much better. They were cleaner, the girls were younger and prettier, and the doctors visited them daily to check for venereal diseases.

I had never visited a whorehouse until I was in Benghazi. American men, unlike Europeans, are generally not practiced in such a pastime. They have a tendency to fall in love with the whores. This always leads to trouble. Even more trouble can be found when you combine love with lust and compassion. Listen to my story.

For three months I’d been training Italian soldiers how to repair and drive trucks. I’d made friends with a young lieutenant from Naples who was in charge of the motor pool. He began to invite me out after work, and one evening we ended up at the officers’ brothel. This particular place was set up as a cabaret. Wine and champagne and beer were served at tables while you made your choice of woman. Every night the cabaret was filled with increasingly drunk officers being served by dark eyed and generally luscious young arab girls dressed in flimsy little costumes.

I was the only one drinking Peroni beer. Everyone else was swilling wine and smoking cigars. Me and the lieutenant were talking and looking around when I was stopped short by the most stunning image I had ever seen in my life.

She was tall, maybe 5’6, and only in her early twenties. She was wearing a gauzy white costume with silk trim, all white, and this accentuated the rich, deep, golden brown of her skin. I still can’t find words to describe that color– A little warmer than copper, a little darker than bronze, as smooth and lustrous as polished teak. Her face–small and round, pudgy cheeks, a small sculpted nose, and its size and shape didn’t seem to fit on her exceptionally long neck. Her hair—black. Black as the dune shadows on a sahara night, shining as though it were wet, long, thick, full…falling in gleaming dark waves over her shoulders. Her breasts were not large, but they were firm, and very round, and straining against the white gauze.

When she moved, she sparkled and jingled like a chorus of silver bells, because that’s what she was covered in: silver. She had bracelets of engraved silver, bangles on her wrists and forearms, rings on every finger and even her thumbs. She had two ankle bracelets and large hoop earrings. Around her neck were at least three chains and necklaces, including an elaborate one of silver beads from which hung golden pendants. Imagine all of that jewelry glistening on her dusky skin.

I was fascinated. I could not take my eyes off her. The lieutenant saw me staring and put his hand on my shoulder.

“Enrico, don’t involve izmit escort yourself with her.” He had concern on his face. “That’s the major’s woman. Her name is Sirah. She costs one hundred fifty dinars an hour, but nobody of course would pay it anyway. The major uses her.”

“One fifty might be worth it.” I knew not many could pay that. The average worker earned five hundred millimes a day, half a dinar. In two months I’d been able to save only three hundred dinars, not enough for my passage home.

“She is the major’s prize. His trophy.”

“How so?” I asked

“The major uses her…to…perform, for his staff. The major is… a very cruel man. You might see one of these performances.”

In the days that followed I worked myself into an obsessive fever over that girl. Finally I asked my friend to take me back to the brothel, and he was too happy to bring me along when I offered to pay at least twenty dinars for the woman of his choice. The night we arrived it was sweltering hot, a typical humid night along the Mediterranean coast, unlike the inland desert where the land lost heat at sunset. The cabaret was filled with a blue swirling maze of cigar smoke and the laughter of officers as they swilled chianti.

We had just sat down when someone called to the lieutenant. It was from across the room, in a little curtained alcove. We went over and found three officers sitting at a table, drinking expensive iced champagne. It was the major and two of his staff officers, both captains. The major was a tall rugged looking soldier, a mountain troop commander in the war. Rugged and handsome, yes, but he also had that hard cruel look about him. That cruel relentless look.

“I’ve wanted to meet the Americano,” he said, offering me a chair and a glass. “I think I can show you some things here that might be yourself when you return to your country. I’ll show you about how strong men remain in control of stubborn people.”

Everyone laughed and I looked up, feeling someone at my side. It was Sirah, inches away. Her arm brushed my wrist and for the first time I felt her warm firm skin. An electric thrill surged through me, starting at the back of my neck and flowing between my legs.

I was so close I could smell her. She didn’t smell anything like American women, who were always scrubbing themselves raw with soap. This was a natural smell, a delicious spicy scent of coriander and hot sand and dried sweat, covered with a lilting fragrance of jasmine flowers. Sirah smelled alive.

The major pulled her down to him and sat her on his knee. She perched there uneasily, his hand clenched tightly around her arm. She turned to look at all of us gathered around the table. Her eyes were flashing and sparkling, dark as they were. I izmit anal yapan escort had never expected such dark eyes to sparkle. There was no delight in that sparkle. It was a look of defiance. The major then clamped a hand over her left breast and squeezed it roughly, digging his fingers right into the stretched gauze. I felt anger rise in my throat.

“Do you know who this girl is?” He asked. He was looking at me. “You think this is a dirty little peasant girl? No. Look at her. She has a refined face, no? Her father is Sheik Moncef Rassas. This is his youngest and favorite daughter. Her father had fifty men under his command when we fought the Turks. When the Turks were beaten, he kept his loyalty to them and refused to surrender. I surrounded his camp. We killed all his men, slaughtered his livestock, sold his camels. We made a prisoner of him, but spared his family. I did, however, take this girl to make a whore out of her. Very symbolic punishment. By transforming her into a slut, I can show my power. From a pampered princess to a performing slut.”

The major stopped kneading her breast and slid his hand away. Her nipple was bulging out through the thin material, and the officers laughed. The major twisted her shoulders around and flourished his hands in front of her breasts. Then he pushed her off his knee and she stood facing us. With a sudden and violent motion he tore her little dress away. It fell in white shreds to the floor. She stood defiantly in front of us, stunningly naked. I felt a powerful surge of excitement and shame.

She had extraordinarily wide hips, which led to thighs seemingly not made of bone or fat or muscle, but rather molded out of some delicious smooth brown wood. Between them was a sparse little tuft of dark hair. The major reached between her legs, but she viciously slapped his hand away. Then she climbed up on the table.

What she did next astounded everyone. She supported her weight on her left arm and spread her thighs in front of us. She began to rub the palm of her right between her thighs, very gently at first, down over that dark patch of fur, staring dreamily out through the smoke as though we weren’t there. I had never seen a sight so graceful, so heavenly. Her beautiful little feet, strapped into her white sandals, flat upon the red tablecloth, her gracefully curved little hand, with its silver rings and henna tattoo, gently moving over her mound. Her pussy lips began to widen at her touch, and she started to increase the speed, sliding gently, than faster, letting her index finger slip ever so carefully into her slit of tantalizing shadow.

Now she leaned forward, shifting her weight to her hips, and eased her thighs wider, her knees high in the gebze escort air. With one hand she spread the lips of her pussy. It was like the wingspread of a butterfly, and inside was a brilliant glistening pink color, very tender and wet. She began to trace two fingers along the edge of her lips, and as she did the tender folds of flesh began to gleam with wetness. Her white enameled nails were fairly glowing, matching the flash of silver rings. Her left hand, thumb and forefinger, tugged at her tiny hood and she rubbed gently at the nub of her clit. Now she had both hands pleasuring herself, and she shamelessly continued, her delicate hands swirling and moving like some elaborate dance.

The table was silent, the sounds of the cabaret receding into the distance. The only sound I could hear was from the increasing wetness of Sirah’s pussy, a delicious sound like a stream of water gently falling into a pool. It was a slick, squishing noise, and it made my mouth water. As she continued, I noticed a large crescent shaped stain spreading outward on the red tablecloth. Her hands increased their speed, two slim fingers circling around her soft lips, two more stroking her clit.

I watched Sirah’s face. Instead of her defiant gaze, she had now closed her eyes, her long lashes falling over her cheeks. Her mouth opened slightly and the tip of her tongue slid out just a fraction and ran over her lower lip. It looked as though she were fighting to keep silent, but a faint sigh came from deep in her throat. Then she mumbled something so lightly I couldn’t make it out. She was talking in Arabic, little sounds and meaningless phrases of pleasure. I realized I was watching something wrong, but couldn’t help myself. I was frozen in fascination and lust.

Sirah’s head fell sideways to her shoulder and she opened her mouth. She began her orgasm. I watched her shoulders tremble, and her hips thrust forward, swaying rhythmically from side to side. Her fingers were deep in her pussy now, and the wetness was shimmering on the inside of her thighs. A long, deep sigh flowed out from deep inside her. A musky smell filled the alcove.

I looked around at he four soldiers who sat transfixed around the table. An amazing thought came to me. The major had tried to shame Sirah to show her his power. But it was Sirah who shamed us all. She had proven her power over us, her power to enthrall, to hold us captive in her incredible beauty. It was a mystical feminine sexual power that we could never match. I shuddered at a new emotion that took hold of me. It was a mix of passion and lust and embarrassment. I jerked to my feet and turned to leave.

The major broke the silence and looked up.

“When will you Americans learn,” he said loudly, “that you cannot change the world?”

I walked back to my room, my heart pounding, my blood on fire, a raging erection between my legs. I was determined to change things. I was not sure if Sirah was a princess or a whore, but I knew one thing. She would be either MY princess or MY whore. I would find some way to take her from the major, to make her mine forever. She now held me in her power.

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The grey early morning light steals across her sleeping limbs. She stirs, stretches slowly and feels the soft lightness of the duvet shift against her naked form.

She kicks it back and lets the cool air caress her skin. She smiles as she remembers her lover and the pleasures they shared last time they were together. She can still smell his delicious scent on her hair and her hands.

She touches her breasts as she remembers his hands doing the same. She gently squeezes her nipples, one with each hand, then with a slight groan rolls onto her side as one hand slides down between her legs. Her fingers find the little bump already slick with readiness. She wishes he was there to feel it too. She wishes she had time to relieve the tension which is growing within her.

But the day has begun and she must get ready for work. Reluctantly she rises and chooses her clothes. She is expected to look neat and respectable for work so she chooses a pair of grey trousers, a grey cashmere sweater and a matching grey paisley silk scarf.

From the underwear drawer she selects a lacy black bra and a matching g-string. No one will know that beneath her sensible clothes she is wearing these. The bra goes on first. It gently cups her breasts but is too sheer to completely hide her nipples which are awake to the cool air of the room. She puts on the g-string, and gently parts the cheeks of her buttocks so that it presses snugly against her most sensitive parts. The feeling it invokes is almost overwhelmingly sensual.

She goes into the bathroom to put on her make-up and brushes her hair. She appraises herself in the mirror. The slight flush of colour in her cheeks is the only hint that she is aroused.

She continues dressing in her work clothes, steps into her shoes, grabs her bag and leaves.

As she takes her place in the driver’s seat of her car, the g-string stretches, stroking her, reminding her, as it will do every time she sits down today, of her lover and how her body longs to feel his touch again.

LUNCHTIME

She meets him outside her office building at lunchtime. Waiting by the roadside, standing still amidst the bustling workers, the noise of the traffic and the smell of cigarette smoke assails her.

The traffic is heavy as his big car noses towards the kerb. She jumps in quickly and shuts the noise and smoke outside. Music is playing quietly and she nestles into the softly cushioned leather upholstery of the seat. He bends and kisses her quickly. She feels her whole body yearn towards him. But he turns away to nudge the car back out into the stream of traffic.

She strokes his knee and he smiles.

“I don’t have much time,” he says.” I’d like you to undress for me.”

“Here, in the car?”

“Yes.”

She looks around. Outside crowds of office workers are hurrying about their business.

“Will they notice?” she wonders.” How embarrassed she will feel if they do.”

She hesitates a moment before beginning to untie her scarf.

She pulls off her sweater and struggles out of her trousers as the car stops at a red light. She sits in her bra and g-string feeling the leather seat cool against her skin.

He looks across at her, appraising her and reaches across to slide a hand between her legs.

She takes a deep breath and realises she is trembling.

As the car is pulling away she looks out the window and catches the amused expression of a man waiting to cross the road. She blushes.

“Please continue,” he says.

“Do you want me to be completely naked?” she asks. He nods.

The car is speeding up now as it reaches the freeway so she thinks there is less chance of someone looking in and seeing her nakedness.

She unhooks her bra and raises her hips to slide out of her g-string.

He glances at her and sees from her bare, erect nipples that she is feeling cold. He reaches across and brushes his hand against them before turning up the thermostat on the heater.

She turns towards him, smiles nervously and then lays her head on his shoulder.

“Where are we going?” she asks.

He turns the car off the freeway and onto a city street. A minute later they are heading down into the relative darkness of an underground car park. Several floors below ground level he finds an empty spot next to the lift and pulls in.

“Put your shoes back on,” he says. Then he gets out of the car and takes something from the boot. When he comes around to her side to open the door he is carrying a pale brown fur throw.

“Lets go,” he says. “Leave your clothes in the car.”

She is very fearful of getting out of the car, and of leaving escort bodrum her clothes behind. It is one thing to be naked in the relative privacy of the car but the shame of someone seeing her in this state outside the car, terrifies her.

“Its OK,” he says, “Trust me.”

She finally climbs out and he wraps the throw around her. It is soft and warm but she still feels vulnerable and it will be obvious to anyone who sees her that she is naked underneath it.

He calls the lift, then puts an arm around her waist as they wait.

It arrives quickly, although it seems like an eternity. And thankfully it is empty. He takes out a key, inserts it into the lift control panel and presses the button for the thirtieth floor.

As the lift whirs upwards he turns her around to face the back of the lift which is mirrored. He lifts the throw from her shoulders and admires their reflections — her naked form beside his fully clothed one.

The door opens at the thirtieth floor to reveal an empty, unfurnished floor, where pale blue carpet stretches all the way to distant floor-to-ceiling windows. Beyond the windows is a spectacular view of the harbour and botanical gardens.

He takes the throw from her as they leave the lift.

“Wow!” She exclaims.

She walks over to the windows to admire the view, quickly checking that no one from neighbouring buildings can see her.

He comes up and stands behind her. He strokes his hands down her back. She reaches behind and pulls him in towards her so that he presses against her naked back. He moves in closer, sandwiching her between the cold window glass and his warm body. She feels his clothes against her back, and his erection pressing through his trousers.

Her nipples grow firm against the cold glass and she is suddenly afraid, despite the glass, of falling. It is a long way down.

The fear of falling to her death is not quite so fierce as the fear of dying on the pavement, naked.

She puts up her hands to steady herself against the window as she feels his hand slip between her legs. Compliantly, she steps one leg sideways to give him better access and he slips a finger inside her.

The contrast between what her eyes see — the panoramic view — and what her body feels —the probing of her private parts — is a completely novel sensation.

“You’re so wet. I want you right now!” he says.

Quickly he undoes his trousers and urgently spears his cock straight into her. She yelps with surprise and her fingers scrabble as she fights to steady herself against the glass.

One minute he had been so gentle and protective. The next he is like a wild animal. His passion had been inflamed by her willingness to please him.

She can feel the glass shaking as her body is slammed repeatedly against it. The mixture of fear and passion overwhelms her. He pounds into her until he feels he is in danger of coming, then pulls out, spins her around and kisses her hard. She trembles as she returns his kiss, and feels relieved to be removed from the glass.

Her hand drops to his cock which is already sticky from her juices. She is overwhelmed with a desire to kiss it and sinks to her knees, covering its shaft with tiny licks and kisses. She can taste herself on him. She hears his intake of breath and feels his hand gripping her hair. She looks up into his eyes adoringly, then, carefully cups his balls in her hands and slips his cock into her mouth.

She takes in as much of it as she can without choking, her lips forming a seal around the shaft, her head dipping rhythmically as she pleasures him. She loves this feeling of kneeling in front of him, naked while he is dressed, worshipping his cock. She puts one hand around it and works her lips and hand together, hoping she can make him come in her mouth.

But he has other ideas. She looks up at him standing above her.

“Stand up and come with me,” he says, “I have a gift for you.”

She stands up, smiles and gently kisses him on the lips. He takes her by the hand and leads her past the lifts to the far side of the floor. They come to a partitioned area with a timber panelled wall and heavy double doors. He pushes open one of the doors. Beyond is a board room with a beautifully polished honey-coloured timber table, surrounded by white leather chairs and floor-to-ceiling built in cupboards with the same finish as the table.

Her eye is drawn to a large white box, tied with a broad black ribbon, resting on the table.

“It’s for you,” he says. “I hope you like it.”

“Oh wow! she says, “This looks exciting!”

He watches bodrum sınırsız escort her as she skips down the side of the table, reaches over and draws the box towards her.

He observes her slim figure, naked except for her shoes, silhouetted against the far windows of the room. He has to fight the urgent desire to take her in his arms, spread-eagle her on the table and bury himself in her warm, always-welcoming body.

“May I open it now?”

“Please go ahead.”

She pulls the black ribbon off the box, opens the lid and lifts out pair of black leather ankle boots. The are beautifully made with leather soles, long pointed toes and tall thin heels. The backs and sides are inset with tiny silver studs which form a delicately swirling lacy pattern.

“Oh my goodness,” she exclaims, “These are so beautiful!” She slips off her shoes, perched on the edge of a chair, and wriggles her feet into the boots.”

They fit perfectly, the soft leather enveloping her feet like a warm caress. She zips them up and stands carefully, keeping one hand on the table as she was not used to wearing such tall heels.

“Walk around for me,” he asks.

She walks gingerly over to the window and back. Despite their heels, the boots are beautifully comfortable to walk in.

He observes that the height of the heels make her stand on tiptoes and as a result she walks quite differently.

He has always admired women who could walk in shoes like these. He understands why they choose such apparently impractical footwear. By increasing their height, they believe it makes them appear slimmer. He wonders if they realise the other effect it has.

He has observed that high heels completely alter the way a woman stands and walks. To keep her balance on precariously high heels, a woman has first to tense her calf muscles which gives them a delightfully rounded appearance. The heels also tip her pelvis forward so that her bottom is tilted back, accentuating its curves. And finally, to balance the tilted bottom she has to tighten her stomach muscles and push her shoulders back, throwing her breasts up as though offering them to be admired.

The other effect of high heels that delights him is the way they increase a woman’s vulnerability. She cannot run fast or even move quickly in case she trips and turns an ankle.

As he had suspected, adding nakedness to the picture made the attractive effect into a perfectly adorable one.

“Have another look in the box,” he says.

She leans and delves into the box again.

“What’s this?” she asks, lifting out another item and holding it up to inspect.

“Oh, it’s a corset and it matches the boots!”

Fashioned in the same soft garment leather, the corset is decorated with tiny silver studs, patterned to match the boots.

“I’ve never worn anything like this” she says, stroking the soft leather. “How do I put it on?”

He helps her step into it, then comes around behind her to fasten it up. It laces up at the back, supporting her waist and stomach but leaving her breasts free. It feels strange to her to have something tight around her ribs and stomach but it is quite comfortable.

“This is so unexpected”, she says, “But it’s just so beautiful.”

He reaches down and she notices two zippered panels down each side of garment’s front.

He attempts to zip the panels closed but the corset is already too firmly laced.

“Lie down on the table for me,” he asks.

She lies on her back and smiles up at him. In this position he is able to zip up first one panel then the other and she feels the corset tighten around her waist and ribs.

“Now, stand up for me. “

When she stands she realises that it is considerably tighter. The clasp of it around her ribs makes her breathe quickly with shallow breaths. Despite this, it feels quite comfortable, as though she is being hugged firmly by strong but gentle hands.

“Oh,” she pants, “This does feel good!”

“Walk up and down again,” he asks.

As he expects, the corset has a distinct narrowing effect on her waist. Above it her pale breasts swell invitingly and below her hips are delightfully accentuated. So far he is very pleased with the effect of his gift. Combined with the high heels, she looks completely irresistible and delightfully vulnerable.

He comes up behind her, gives her a hug and kisses her gently on the neck. Looking down at her breasts and enjoying her scent mixed with the tangy odour of the leather, he once again has to fight the urgent desire to take her.

“Are bodrum otele gelen escort you trying to re-design me?” she asks.

“No,” he replies, “Nature has done a fabulous job of designing you. But sometimes I like to embellish nature to suit my whims. I hope you don’t mind indulging me.”

“Do I look like I mind?” she says, smiling.

He slides his hand down her leather-clad front and buries his fingers in her soft pubic hair. When he removes them, they are dripping with her juices.

“No,” he says, “It appears that you don’t mind very much at all.”

She takes his hand, kisses the palm tenderly and then one by one, licks his dripping fingers clean.

“Please, she whispers,” her voice shaking, and short of breath, “Please could you just fuck me?”

“Be patient,” he answers. “First I want you to have another look in the box.”

She leans over, looks into the box again and lifts out the perfect accessory to her ensemble.

It is a strip of leather about three centimetres wide. It feels soft, but strangely heavy. And it appears to have metal clasps at each end.

Like the boots and corset, it is decorated with tiny silver studs. But instead of forming a swirling pattern, the studs on this item spell out a word. She holds it up and reads the single word they form: LOVED

“Is it a collar?” she asks, looking puzzled.

He takes it from her and places it around her neck, pulling it gently tight and securing it at the back. She hears it click shut, feels the heaviness of it and realises that beneath the leather there must be a hidden metal band.

He steps back to appraise the effect of the complete ensemble. She notices that he has a tiny silver key in his hand.

“It’s a locking collar,” he explains. “I had it made specially for you. “I would like you to wear it whenever we meet. I will unlock it for you before you leave. I want you to wear it to remind yourself and me, that you belong with me, to me, and that in return for your willingness to oblige me and indulge my often strange whims and desires, you will be thoroughly and completely loved.”

She reaches up and with both slender hands steadying his face, softly kisses his lips, sneaking her tongue into his mouth and feeling his body respond. He looks into her eyes and sees that tears are running down her face.

“What is it?” he asks.

“I’m afraid,” she answers.

“Afraid?”

“Afraid that I want you too much.”

“Are you afraid that I will hurt you? “

“I’m afraid that if I want you too much and you stop wanting me, the hurt will be unbearable.”

“I’m going to take away those fears, little one, by showing you just how much I do want you.”

He gathers her in his arms and lays her on the edge of the polished timber table. For a minute he pauses and looks down at her. Her pale legs, parted and dangling, clad in black leather boots, her slight frame made even slimmer by his tight leather corset, her breasts waiting for his touch, her neck enclosed by his collar, her eyes swimming with need, pleading for him to show her just how much he wants her.

With his eyes locked on hers, he begins lazily stroking her clitoris. He knows it will take very little effort to send her over the edge and he wants to tease her on the brink as long as possible. He watches her carefully, like a zealous chef eyeing a simmering sauce, and as soon as he senses she is about to bubble over, he turns down the heat just a touch to keep her simmering, her orgasm tantalizingly just beyond her reach.

He takes her back up to the edge and feels her begin to sob quietly. Again he backs off and watches her pleading eyes, brimming with tears. It gives him a thrill, knowing that he can so easily control her.

The third time he takes her up there, he can feel her trembling uncontrollably. But he wants to hear her beg. Instead she groans and pushes her hips up towards him, desperately grinding herself against his fingers.

He stops, stands up and walks away from her. Sobbing loudly now, and short of breath, she draws her legs up and rests the heels of her boots on the edge of the table. She closes her eyes, spreads her legs wantonly and begins stroking herself, moaning and sobbing, completely desperate now, completely out of control.

At that moment, something inside him gives way. He is overcome with compassion for her plight coupled with uncontrollable desire.

He slaps her hand away, roughly grabs the insides of her thighs and pushes them as far apart as they would go.

He holds her down for a long moment and then, while she lies limp and trembling, he strokes her slipperiness lightly with the tip of his cock.

“Is this what you want, little one?”

But he knows that in this state she is unable to reply, so he slides his cock into her, strokes her twice more with his fingers, and feels her begin to convulse.

*

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This is a true story which happened while on a business trip to Europe. Doing a favor for a business colleague turned into an opportunity to explore an unknown side of elegance, culture and fantasy of which I will never forget.

Chapter 4

Once Marco left, I took a quick shower myself and then got ready to go. The beach itself was right in front of the hotel and pretty crowded. I elected to get one of the rental chaise lounges run by the hotel. I had room towels, but they were not quite big enough to give enough room to lay out without touching sand.

Once I got comfortable, I surveyed the beach area. It was a very mixed crowd. Lots of families with kids, also what appeared to be a lot of tourists. I guessed that only perhaps 30 percent of the women were topless. I had been to beaches in the South of France and Nice before, so it was not totally surprising, but I might have guessed the fraction would be higher. The quality of bodies looked pretty typical too – some who had nice beach bodies and some who did not. But no one seemed to care, which was also my attitude. I did observe there were lots of the men wearing “European style” briefs which were the small Speedo type.

I had worn a red bikini with a sarong style covering and flat sandals with my hair up. I reapplied sunscreen, but thought to myself this was quite the letdown after the “Marco service”. My bikini itself was on the skimpy side, but not too bad. The bottom had more covering than a thong and the top was a tie style which gave my breasts a lot of exposure and a little support. But the top did not matter so much as I quickly removed it.

I had my normal small exhilaration wondering whether anyone had watched, but I very quickly relaxed. As I lay in the sun, I began to think about what had happened with Marco, about whether to tell Jurgen or not. He and I had been intimate of course, and I was his escort for the party, but it was not like we were dating nor had any understanding. And I had been discrete so none of his friends could know. I wondered what kind of reaction Jurgen would have, but one thing was clear, I had thoroughly enjoyed the last 24 hours. The party and the sex had made my visit to Nice quite memorable already. I had not really made any decision on what to do, but I was not overly concerned either.

The water of the Cote d’Azur was a beautiful blue and many people were swimming and doing other common beach activities. I was drinking the local rose’ wine. My alcohol consumption when traveling is definitely more than at home, but without a reason to drive, I was enjoying the indulgence.

The beach staff was younger people like Marco, dressed in light shorts and shirts. Very professional. However, I could not help but think when the young man who brought my drink came by – what reaction did he have to another topless woman. I suppose you could get totally deadened to it, but I had made that assumption with Marco as well and found out it depended on the looks of the woman too.

I had been at the beach for about 20 minutes and decided to have a walk down the beach. The bold part was that I did not put my top back on as I strolled, the conservative part left my sunglasses on in case of “some guy with a camera”.

I walked for about 15 minutes in one direction. I drew my share of looks, but did not mind. I saw each particular section of the beach had its own particular personality with respect to families and the degree of nudity. I did see one section where there were a number of women fully nude, although even then there was a variety. I love to people watch, not just on the beach. And this was no exception. I suppose the “watch and be watched” slogan would fit. In any event, I was glad to be in good shape and I expected that I had one of the nicer beach bodies and did not mind if people noticed.

I made it back to my chair and got comfortable again. There was now a couple in the chairs next to me, probably about my age.

They said hello, and during a few seconds of dialog, we discovered everyone was American. Lee and Karen were from the Boston area, here on vacation. They had really not traveled very much and during our discussion, they asked a lot of questions, both locally and of various other places I had been.

Lee had on American style trunks and Karen had on a relatively modest black bikini. It was probably after about 10 minutes when she asked how I felt about going topless. Apparently they had arrived on Friday and she had still not given it a try.

I said, “You should do what you want. If you are not ready or comfortable, then wait. But you might find you like it.”

Lee was just listening in, as he sat on one side with Karen in the middle between us. She was again asking how I felt and what it was like.

I responded, “It doesn’t really matter how it feels for me, you should do what is right for you. I enjoy the freedom and it does not bother me if the guys, or women, check me out.”

I further mentioned I had been going to topless and nude beaches for several bodrum escort bayan years and had gotten quite accustomed to it. But I think what probably connected with her the most was when I said I still got nervous each time and that I could get unwanted attention sometime, but it was no big deal and I dealt with it.

Karen replied, “Well, I could probably give topless a try, but I could never go nude. That would be too much.”

I said, “I had a similar attitude initially as well, but you would be surprised that when you are at a beach where practically everyone is already nude, it was not as big a leap as you might expect.”

She inquired and I described the solitude of some of the Hawaiian beaches, as well as the crowd at Haulover, the English garden in Munich, etc.

I could tell she was beginning to warm up to the idea. I also got the idea Lee was extremely intelligent to be quiet and had probably enjoyed hearing Karen get the woman’s perspective. I guess he had been hoping she would go topless, but had not been successful in persuading her. And the truth be told, I was not trying to persuade her to do it either, but that could have been the effect.

After a while of some additional discussion and questions, she turned to Lee, “What do you think baby, should I?”

Lee confirmed my suspicions, saying, “Totally your call baby, but you know I don’t mind. Like Beth said, do it if and when you are ready.”

I though ‘nice’, as any pressure would have likely killed it.

I commented, “If you are going to do it, don’t put your toe in the water, just dive in.”

She laughed, and did just that. She took her top off just like that and leaned back with a smile.

I laughed, “See, the world did not stop, and you will feel better too.”

Lee had a big smile on his face. Both of them had what I would call normal bodies, not bad, but not supermodels either. I thought she would now get to enjoy this new experience.

Karen laughed in return, “You don’t understand. I figured this would be the least self-conscious way to do it for me. No one is going to be looking at me with you here.”

I smiled back, “Nonsense. And look at Lee over there smiling.”

Slight deflection, as Lee had been looking over at me quite a lot while listening in on our conversation.

He finally commented, “Haven’t you both heard that French beaches were invented by a guy?”

OK, not a bad comeback to which Karen quipped, “Well, cheaper than letting you go to strip clubs.”

I like clever people. I found out both were engineers working for one of the large automakers. So we talked shop for a little while as I get involved in some of the latest advanced technology being implemented today for fuel economy.

While they were on vacation, both were jealous I got to be laying next to them on a business trip. Since I knew Nice and the surrounding area a little, I gave them some tips for where to go for restaurants and night clubs. They had a rental car, so I suggested they drive to St. Tropez if they had time.

They asked if I would mind watching their things while they strolled the beach. However, despite that Karen had taken the plunge and gone topless, she would not even consider walking around that way. Lee looked a little disappointed as she put her bikini top back on, but it was easy to tell she was adamant. My own thought was ‘good for her’ that she made a personal choice and stuck to it.

While they were out walking, I had another glass of wine served by the eager to help young waiter. I was sure he would remain attentive. I broke a cardinal rule and took my blackberry to the beach. I checked emails and made a couple of calls for things that could not wait, but it was only about 15 minutes.

Karen and Lee returned. They had not been out very long, and both chided me for the ‘work at the beach’. I cut them off by mentioning that handling things while I am away is one of the reasons I am able to take trips like this. Touche’.

I went over to the shower to rinse off and cool down a little. I was planning to head back to the room and maybe go out to the pool for a little bit. Unlike Karen, I did not mind walking around topless. As I walked away, I could imagine the two of them watching. My speculation was confirmed as I came back to the chair after rinsing off. Both had seemed to linger watching as I walked back. I guess having a nice body and large natural breasts will have that effect. Karen commented while I stood there toweling off, “I need to get back to the gym.”

I was sympathetic and said, “I probably run about 15 – 25 miles a week. It is not easy to find the time. And traveling a lot with fancy meals is always a challenge too.”

She said, “Well, whatever you are doing is working. You look great.”

Lee was smart enough to avoid that part of the conversation completely, but that did not stop him from enjoying the view.

They asked what I had planned for the evening and I mentioned a friend bodrum otele gelen escort and I were having dinner. They had hoped for a nightlife tour guide it seems.

We chatted a little more, but I thought it was time to go back. We said our goodbyes and I put my top and sarong back on. I was glad I had taken the time to enjoy the beach though.

I still had a lot of time before Jurgen would be returning for dinner. I went back to the room to drop off some items and then headed out to the pool.

It was also a pretty busy place, but I was able to find an opening that had a little blend of sun and shade from a nearby tree.

There were perhaps 50 people or so at the pool. I did not see a single woman who was topless, although a couple of women were laying on there stomach and had unhooked their tops. As I had observed myself and heard from others, this is fairly typical for hotel pools. This made me doubly glad to have gone out the terrace of Jurgen’s room first, followed by the beach. Having that freedom already out of my system made me not too disappointed by the pool customs.

Now having said there were no women sunbathing topless, there is an interesting French custom of people changing by the pool. As people would come and go, you could see a lady topless or bottomless for a moment while they went from whatever they were wearing to the pool attire. Interesting, as many were not very modest about the changing.

I was lying on my stomach with my top unhooked relaxing when one of the hotel staff came to see if I wanted anything. It was another of the “Marco types”, young and handsome, who came over. Only this time his name was Jules.

I had not really established any kind of rapport with him, simply ordering another glass of the wonderful rose’ wine perfect for outside in the heat. But I could not help think of my interlude with Marco earlier. I tried to put it out of my mind as I did not need to get horny again already, but I was only partially successful as I laid there.

Jules came back with the drink and I had to sign for it. Having seen the pool customs on changing, and having only partially suppressed my recollections of my Marco interlude, I lifted and turned enough to sign the check to let Jules have a look at my hanging breast. To say it was inadvertent would be dishonest. I was not intending to start something with him, but it might be characterized as a playful flashing. However, of course I was able to make it look inadvertent.

He thanked me as I had added a gratuity, but I think his smile and thanks were also partially due to his reaction and pleasure.

I was less bold though after laying there for a while when it was time to turn over. Without any show, I reached back and tied up my top before flipping to lie on my back.

I could see more laying this way and enjoyed people watching. The pool had the entire spectrum, from families and couples of all ages, to everything else. The only other single ladies at the pool seemed to be in groups, so I wondered if that was the reason a guy who had entered the pool area looked around for a bit before sitting down in the chair next to me.

Before sitting down, he said, “Bon jour.”

I responded back with hello, and he continued, “Oh, English, sorry. Is this seat taken?”

I said it was not, and he sat down. I was impressed by his manners and good language skills.

He asked, “Are you from America? I travel there often and you sound like you could be from the Midwest.”

I was impressed, and mentioned where I lived.

He continued, “I have been there many times.” He named the company he worked for, which I was familiar with but had not interacted with before. The various discussion topics were far ranging. He was very easy to talk to, and not pretentious.

His name was Jean-Paul. And he was certainly nice looking. I thought he was near my age, maybe a little younger. He had a stylish haircut and let’s just say he had the type of body which could handle the local custom Speedo. Yahoo. Lean without being skinny, very little hair.

Under normal conditions, having a guy sit down next to me could be an unwanted intrusion. However, manners make up for a lot and Jean-Paul was extremely well mannered. So I found the company welcome.

The waiter came by and asked him for an order. Jean-Paul looked over at my wine glass, asking which rose’ I was drinking.

When I mentioned the vineyard, he replied, “Excellent. I will have that too. Please bring a bottle.”

I knew where that was going. While I had been pacing myself, I suspected he would be offering me more.

I said, “I have tried to bring this wine back home, but it is not the same. I love it when it is warm out, with the sea nearby.”

Part of our discussion was on my experiences in France. He was a little surprised by the large number of times and cities I had visited, and still more impressed when I demonstrated a few gümbet escort of my answers and questions speaking French.

He quickly learned I was not good at it, but that I was passable and he could at least understand what I meant even if it was not always the correct syntax and word choice. But it separated me from many Americans who did not know other languages. I came clean and admitted my French was not good, but that I could speak a few other languages, including some Japanese, came over well.

The waiter brought out the ice bucket and wine and they both went through the rituals of the tasting and commenting. Ah France.

Sure enough, he motioned for the waiter to fill my glass as well, to which I thanked him. We continued to talk about a wide ranging subject matter, none of which seemed forced or leading.

At one point, I got up to take a quick swim to cool off. I certainly got the feeling Jean-Paul was watching as I walked. I returned the gesture and noticed his nice body when he likewise took a dip in the pool.

As we lay there drinking wine and enjoying the sun, Jean-Paul said, “Thank you for allowing me to join you. I have enjoyed our discussion immensely as it is not every day I get to speak English with such a beautiful lady.”

I said, “It has been my pleasure. You probably protected me from some of the local predators and I have also enjoyed the discussion. Thanks also for the wine and not criticizing my blundering French.”

He laughed, “How do you know I am not a predator?”

I replied quickly, “You have too nice of manners.”

He laughed at that.

My suit had not dried yet from the pool and the cool water had done its magic on my nipples. While my suit was not transparent, it was thin enough that I knew my hard nipples were still prominent.

He said, “Well, thank you for that. I think.”

The wine was again delicious. I made a deliberate decision to avoid drinking too much too quickly. I was certain there would be more alcohol coming later when Jurgen returned for dinner.

I also was considering the situation. I had met Jean-Paul for just a few moments, but it was easy to see there was some sort of chemistry. Intuitively I realized it would be easy to carry this forward. But to what end. After sleeping with Jurgen and then Marco not that long ago, I was both satisfied and still hungry. It was as if the fire of my sexuality had been lit and I wanted still more. Standing before Lee on the beach topless a while back just stoked the fire a little. Now meeting Jean-Paul further kept me supercharged.

I had not been coming on to Jean-Paul, but I had not closed the door either. It would have been easy to turn back over to lie on my stomach with my head turned away.

Yet, the conversation, wine, and view were all interesting. We continued to talk, covering many of the usual topics. He seemed interested in my background without prying or getting too personal.

I learned he was in Nice taking a weekend holiday. As he had selected this hotel, I knew without asking he had some means. That he had quickly offered wine and bought the bottle showed he was not cheap. I did not fully understand his business, but I did get that he traveled often, mostly within Europe and the Middle East. So our conversation naturally moved to some interested mutual destinations as well as each of us describing cultural subtleties of various places; him focusing on places such as Dubai, me discussing Asia and particularly Japan. I enjoy conversation of this type when it is not forced.

He inquired how long I would be staying in Nice, plans for the afternoon and evening, but I did not take it as him trying to figure out if we could do something together or not. However, when I mentioned it was my last day in Nice and then described that I was here with someone and we would be having dinner together when he returned, he looked a bit disappointed.

Jean-Paul said, “Ah, well that is the best defense for us predators anyway.”

I laughed as he had said it in a friendly way without sarcasm. So we clinked glasses and toasted.

I said, “Thank you for joining me. The wine and conversation has been wonderful. I was just thinking how fortunate I feel to be out resting by the pool in the south of France in superb weather and to meet a nice gentleman.”

He put on a big smile, “I keep trying to persuade you I am not a gentleman.”

I smiled in return, “Well, then. It has been quite a pleasure to meet a nice looking predator with intelligence, nice manners, and good taste in wine.”

He responded, “Yes, that is much better. At least my ego is not so bruised now.”

I said, “Good, we could not have that.”

We finished up the wine, and he said, “Do you have time for another bottle?”

I laughed and replied, “I have the time, but not the tolerance. I am feeling great already, but thank you for asking. In fact, if you will excuse me, I am going to find the ladies room.”

With that, I got up and put on my shoes. As I stood before him, even though we both had sunglasses on, I could feel him checking me out. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing. Similar to my suit making it quite clear when my nipples were hard earlier, his European style Speedo suit made it quite clear his package was less than casual. I would not say a full blown erection, but obviously on his way.

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Without protest you look at him, smile and uncross your legs.

He says again in a whisper in your ears, “Spread you knees out so the comedian and anyone who wishes can see that hot pussy.”

Again without protest or complaint you look up at the entertainer until you see him look at you. With his eyes locked on you your legs slowly open up which causes you mini skirt to slide up you thighs. The comedian stumbles with a couple of lines as he has a clear shot at you moist cunt when you skirt raises up. His stumble and his locked on eyeballing of your up skirt shot causes the people on the first few rows to look also. All the guys love it and the women appear disgusted. Glenn and the Blonde love every minute of your show.

“Some guys have all the luck.” Billy Vader says adlibbing into his show. The people up front laugh and the people in the back don’t know what the hell he is talking about.

Glenn and Blonde gradually put their hands on your inner thighs as they watch and enjoy the remainder of the show. Vader tries to get through the rest of his material without being to noticeable looking at you cunt. At the end of the show Glenn hands you a note, leans in to whisper in your ear and says, “Go give this to the comedian.”

Again without protest you push your chair back walk up to the front of the stage. Vader looks down, you hand him the note and turn and return to your table. Again you sit and open you legs as you had before. Your heart is racing up in your throat from knowing that every body got a good look at your nipples and extremely short skirt. The house lights come and everyone starts out of the theatre.

Glenn asks with a sly smile, “Hey Slut, do you have any idea what the note you gave him said?”

“No. I don’t have a clue.” You answer.

It said, “Come the staff lounge at 1:00 am if you want to get lucky also.”

Glenn and Blonde laugh at your shocked expression of open mouth and wide eyes. Glenn enjoying your look says, “Come on sluts, let’s go see what kind of trouble we can get into.”

He steers you down the passageway checking his watch to bodrum escort bayan insure he knows when he needs to get you where he wants you, when he wants you there. Realizing there is some time to kill he directs you to the piano bar in the atrium. The passageway goes right through the piano bar with people moving to and fro wondering what they will do next. Go to bed, have a drink, go dancing or just walk off dinner before the midnight buffet starts.

There is only one bar stool, which Glenn turns sideways and tells you to sit. It is a rather high stool that requires you to climb up on it. Knowing you are in for trouble you just smile and leave you legs open which causes your skirt to come to the top of your thighs. This of course gives any and all a clear view of your wet cunt, especially the people sitting at the table facing the bar. The more you realize people are staring at your wet naked cunt the more turn on you get, remembering again how badly you wanted to cum. Trying to figure out how you can accomplish an orgasm you lean over to the Blonde and ask if she want to go to the ladies room with you.

She smiles asks Glenn, “Honey, the junior slut wants me to go to the ladies room with her. Do you think she might want to take advantage of me so she can get off finally?”

Glenn giggles and shares, “I’m sure that is what she wants but that is not going to happen yet now is it?”

Proud of herself and a little disappointed because the Blonde knew playing with you in the bathroom would have been fun. “Yes, Honey you are most likely right. I’ll just go with her and get even more turned on and still not let her cum.” The Blonde says as she grabs your arm and pulls you off the stool taking you towards the bathroom.”

Sadly you go with her knowing you plan to cum did not work. Oh well, at least you will be doing something sexual.

The Blonde pulls you into the ladies room, which has a small sitting room/foyer that leads to the lavatories. Anyone coming or going must go through the sitting room to use the facility or to return to her table. The Blonde walks into the toilet area, telling you wait right there, then steps back and tells you to take a seat on the love seat in the sitting room. You wonder just what is going on and sit as told sitting on this low seat, which will allow anyone; coming and going to pretty well see all of you lower body. The Blonde then walks right up in front of your face and says, “Ok, nasty slut that you are, clean me up.”

“What?” you ask, not exactly sure what she means.

“Don’t act like a stupid cunt, clean my up!”

Stammering and stuttering you finally ask, “Did they not have any paper in the stall?”

“Sure they did but I want you to be my toilet paper. Glenn told you and me that I was Number One slut and you were supposed to do what I told you. And you really don’t bitez escort want me going and telling Glenn that you are being defiant, now do we?”

Without another world you reach up hesitantly, pushing the Blonde’s tee-tiny skirt up to her waist. Leaning into the Blonde’s bald cunt you begin to lick the urine from around her pussy lips. The thought of licking her cunt was turning you on but the salty warm taste of the remaining urine makes you unsure of your feelings.

The Blonde grabs you by your hair, pulls you into her sloppy wet pussy and says, “Let me feel some tongue, Cunt! Lick it clean! I want to feel that tongue all the way from my clit to my asshole and I want to feel it now!”

The more you licked the more turn on you became, finally overcoming the thought and smell of the urine and anything else that might be in there, you start sucking her clit, sliding under her, tonguing her cunt and finally running your tongue all over then into her foul tasting asshole.

This is more than the Blonde can stand. She throws her stiletto, heeled foot up on the couch and pulls your face as hard as she could into her moist quivering sex. Really getting into the whole scene your tongue works it’s way from clit to ass until you felt the Blonde starts moaning and shaking with another orgasm. More moisture oozes from her smooth shaven pussy. Finally she can stand it no more and pushes your head away from her body. You resist and start to pull her clit back into you mouth not wanting to stop. Finally she screams, “You got to stop now!”

You stop look up with begging eyes and start pleading for her to return the favor. She just laughs and lets you know that was not going to happen now. She steps back pulls what she can of her skirt back over her ass and cunt, smiles and says, “Let’s go back now and see what Glenn has in store for us.”

Sadly you get up and attempt to straighten yourself out looking in the mirror to see how badly you make-up and lipstick have been messed up. What you see kind of scares and shocks you. The vision is one of woman who dresses and behavior leaves no doubt that she is a slut. Then you smile thinking that I would dearly love all this and will spend many hours enjoying your telling me all the juicy details of your first adventure into really becoming a submissive slut. The Blonde turns and asks what you are grinning about. You share your thoughts with her and she laughs as she pulls you to her. She then begins to kiss you, slowly opening her mouth and allowing your tongues to start their erotic dance in and out of each other’s throats. You wrap your arms around the Blonde pulling the two of you together. Your need to cum comes rushing back like a freight train. Your hands slide down to the Blonde’s ass, pulling her into your body. You spread you legs humping your wet cunt up and down the top gümüşlük escort of her thigh, trying hard to reach a climax. Wanting, needing to cum more than you ever have in your whole life.

The Blonde reluctantly pulls away saying, “Oh no you don’t. I’m not going to let that happen. Glenn might get angry and I really don’t want that. I really like what we are doing and before this night is over, you and I will please each other as much as humanly possible.”

Faking a sad baby like whimper you say, “Please, I won’t tell if you won’t.”

The Blonde smiles and takes your hand pulling you toward the door to go back to the piano bar where Glenn is waiting. You lead the way without protest but really wishing the two of you would please hurry up and let you climax. Every eye in the lounge catches your and the Blonde’s re-entry. Glenn smiling with his elbows leaning his back on the front edge of the bar turns your chair back around for you to take you exhibitionist pose as before. Making a big deal you offer him your hand to be helped up on the stool. He obliges turning you so you could slide you ass up on the bar stool, which again allows any and all to see up the little skirt that is so small it hardly covers anything anyway. You immediately allow your knees to fall apart just enough for people to see all of you.

Glenn asks the Blonde, “What took you so long?”

The Blonde leans over you and tells Glenn, “I had to have a little help in the ladies room and in the process I had just a wonderful orgasm.”

“What,” Glenn snaps, “did you let her cum?”

Quickly the Blonde answers, “OH No! I came but she didn’t. She begged me and said if would let her she would not tell you. But while she was cleaning my cunt after I peed she got carried away and licked my bottom from stem to stern until I blew a wonderful load of orgasmic juices allover her face.”

“Ok, ok I just wanted to make sure.” Glenn said as he laid his hand on your upper thigh.

About that time the two ladies sitting next to the Blonde at the bar ask, “Excuse us, but we could not help but over hear what you guys were just talking about. Did this nasty looking lady really just eat this Blonde into an orgasm?”

You immediately become embarrassed and drop you eyes to your lap. Glenn smiles and nods his head in the affirmative. The Blonde happily quips, “Oh she is such a good cunt sucker. She makes me come so good.”

The two ladies look at each other then back at you and ask, “Could we borrow her for a little while?”

Glenn smiles and says sorry but she has been promised to Billy Vader in just a few minutes, but if you lovely ladies would give me you cabin number I might send her to your cabin when we and Billy are through with her. Would that be of interest?

The ladies both prim and proper in actions and attire without a word reached in their purses and gave Glenn a note pad with their cabin number and names on it. Glenn took it with a smile saying, “I hope she’s not too worn out to be of any use to you, I’ll send her over later.”

With that he took your hand and offered his arm to the Blonde and began to escort you both to the staff lounge for you rendezvous with somewhat risqué comedian, Billy Vader.

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Most of these stories are standalone, so you don’t have to read them all. This one, however, calls back to Pts 6 and 13.

*****

I was out on a date with Dave. It was dragging a little, and Dan called me.

“Where are you?” he asked.

I told him I was with Dave.

“Can you come over? Your fan club’s here, and I think they’d like a meet and greet.”

Fan club? This could be interesting. I held my phone to my chest, and asked Dave to run me over to Dan’s, as he’d hurt himself on his mountain bike and needed help.

Dave looked at his watch, and said OK, but Dan would have to run me home. He was going to gome home and watch the football or something.

I went back to the Dan on the phone.

“OK,” I said, “Dave said he can run me over in about ten minutes, but you’ll have to take me home.”

I hung up, and collected my things. Dave drove me over to Dan’s, kissed me in the car in the parking lot, then headed home.

I went up the stairs, and knocked on the door. Dan opened it, and I stepped in and took my shoes off.

“Those were killing me,” I said, and gave him a hug and a kiss.

“I told Dave you’d fallen off your mountain bike and grazed yourself up, and needed a hand with the bandages.”

He asked me if I was nervous.

“Yes,”

“It’s OK,” he said, “I’ll be here and they’ll be good, or they’re out.”

We walked down the hallway into the living room.

“Hello boys,” I said.

There was the guy I’d opened the door to, topless, and the one I’d jerked off a while ago, but there was a new one I didn’t know.

“Who are you?” I asked.

“This is Rob,” Dan said, “he doesn’t believe you exist.”

Rob stood and shook my hand.

“OK,” I said, “what’s this about?”

“Rob bodrum escort doesn’t believe you flashed Jimmy, or jacked off Sean,” Dan said.

I looked at Dan. “Is there any of that wine left?”

He got me a glass, and I chugged it. He poured me another glass, and I took a sip then put it down on the counter.

“Can we close the curtains?” I asked.

Dan said I could, so I walked over and closed them.

I walked back to the middle of the room, and put my hands on my hips and looked at the guys.

They looked back at me eagerly. I was going to have to do something.

“Strip,” I said.

This wasn’t what they were expecting. The new guy, Rob said “I thought we could watch you.”

“What’s in it for me?” I asked. “You want to see me, I get to see you. Actually, one at a time, and you go first. Make it sexy.”

I walked over to Dan, as sexily as I could, and sat in the chair. He sat on the arm next to me.

Rob undressed, awkwardly, down to his underpants.

“All the way,” I said.

He looked at the other two, then slipped them off, and stood there, with his cock stuck out. He covered it with his hands. He was kind of skinny looking.

Dan went and got a towel and put it on the sofa, then came and sat back down on the arm of the chair.

“Sit down,” I said, pointing to the left side of the sofa. The other two shuffled over.

“Jimmy, was it? You’re up next.”

Jimmy got up, and quickly stripped off. I pointed, and he sat in the middle next to Rob, covering his boner.

“Sean.”

Sean, the cute one, stripped off quickly too, and sat where he was told.

I walked over to the sofa, and told Rob to stand up.

“Undo my dress,” I said, turgut reis escort turning and holding my hair up from the zip. He unzipped it.

I let my hair fall down.

“Now take it off me.”

He pulled it down over my shoulders, slid it past my hips and down to the floor. I she stepped out of it, and I bent down and picked it up, then tossed it to Dan. That’s an expensive dress, and I don’t want these idiots ruining it.

I stood in front of them in just my black lace panties and bra.

I told Rob to sit down.

I had Jimmy undo my bra. He struggled with the hook, then got it undone.

I took it off and threw it to Dan, then forced myself to act like this was perfectly natural.

“Jimmy saw my tits when he came to deliver a pizza, like this.”

I told Jimmy to sit down, and went over to Sean.

“I asked Sean if he wanted to rub my tits, like this.”

He looked at me, and I nodded. He reached out and rubbed my tits gently for a few minutes, pulling my nipples around. It was sweet that he’s learnt not to maul my tits.

“And then I asked him to take off my panties,” I said.

He smiled, and knelt down and pulled down my panties. I stepped out of them, bent down again and picked them up, then threw them to Dan.

I was standing in front of them, naked. They were naked. I was turned on. They were all hard, so I’m guessing they were turned on too. I then knelt down in front of Sean.

“I rubbed his cock like this,” I said, and rubbed his hard cock until I could tell he was getting close, “and he came on my tits,” and sure enough, he grunted and unloaded over my tits. I was expecting it this time, so none of it got on my face.

I türkbükü escort stood up, and stepped back. Dan brought me a wash cloth, and I wiped my tits clean.

I asked Jimmy if he’d like to rub my tits, and he jumped up and started rubbing them like he’d seen Sean doing it, nice and gently.

I reached for his cock, stroking it with my hands, and rubbing the pre-cum into the head. I was so turned on by now, and I like the taste of pre-cum. I knelt down in front of him, and sucked him into my mouth. After a couple of minutes, he came in my mouth, and I spat it into the wash cloth.

“Rob,” I said, “would you like to rub my tits?”

Rob mauled them a couple of times, then he grabbed his cock and jacked off over my stomach. I wiped it off as he sat down.

Finally I was done with them, so I went over knelt in front of Dan and had him sit in the chair.

I pulled his shirt off, then unbuttoned his jeans. He let me slide them and his underwear off.

I pulled off his socks so he was naked like the rest of us. I started licking his cock, from his balls, all the way up to the head.

I got on all fours so they could see my pussy, then sucked the head of Dan’s cock for a few minutes, tasting his pre-cum.

I was done now, I was so turned on, I just wanted to cum. I stood up, and faced away from Dan and sat down in his lap, putting his cock up into me. I started lifting myself up and down, and he started playing with my right tit and my clit, and that just sent me wild. I came, all shaking and everything, and that pushed him over the edge, so I could feel him cumming inside me. He held on to me while we got our breath back.

I pushed the wash cloth to my pussy, and got off him. I knelt down and sucked and licked Dan’s cock clean.

I turned and the guys were just sitting on the sofa, naked, staring at me. I walked over to them, and stood in front of them.

“You should go.”

They hurriedly got dressed, and left, chattering amongst themselves as they walked down the stairs.

“Do you think they can keep quiet?” I asked Dan.

“Oh hell no.”

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The outdoor photo shoot with Chuck and Harry had been a few weeks ago and I could tell she was getting antsy and wanted another gig. Before long she got a call from Chuck. I was in the next room but I could hear her talking.

“Hey Chuck… Yes, it was a lot of fun. No, my husband loves when I pose. We both think it’s very hot. What’s cooking?”

I walked into the room to see her listening very intently on the telephone.

“Yeah, tomorrow is perfect. What should I wear? Ha ha.” She hung up the phone smiling.

“Chuck and Harry want me to do a nature shoot with them.”

I smiled at her, “Chuck and Harry and how many other guys?”

“No, just the two of them. They want to do a photo shoot in the woods, naked of course. Any problems with that?”

“None whatsoever. I assume that it’s just posing, right?”

“Of course. I would never do anything that you didn’t want me to do” she looked to me with a funny smile.

We spoke a bit more and agreed that she would not be having sex with any of these people but just let them photograph her in the nude.

The following day, Clarissa and I were sitting in the living room, waiting for the guys. Just for fun, she stayed naked.

I got up to answer the door and let Chuck and Harry into the room. For some reason, they were not shocked to see Clarissa naked. I motioned for them to sit down and got us all a beer.

They laughed and joked and I joined them. It was a lot of fun to sit with our new acquaintances and all enjoy Clarissa’s naked body.

“So, boys,” she said, “what’s the plan for today? By the way, why don’t we sit outside… it’s much cooler.”

We all got up and went into the yard. I brought my camera and took a shot of Clarissa with the two guys.

We sat for a while, mainly small talk, and then Chuck explained that they want to take Clarissa out into the woods and shoot her in nature. It was to be a local forest preserve, the type of state park.

I asked what would happen if they ran into other people. Clarissa just smiled and told me not to worry.

Clarissa got up and stood by the door, to see if anybody wanted another bodrum bayan eskort beer, and she went inside.

I turned to Chuck and said, “so, how many other models like Clarissa do you have?”

“Well, she is one-of-a-kind. She’s just not shy and she is natural in front of the camera.”

Clarissa walked out, carrying more beer. She smiled at me and said “What they mean to say is, I don’t mind showing them my pussy.”

She walked over to the picnic table and set there, with a wide spread. She smiled at all of us and we smiled back.

“Baby,” I said “you do have the best spread of all. I guess these guys must be your fans.”

They both nodded and we all had a good laugh. She got up and got dressed and we all walked to the curb.

She kissed me goodbye and got the van and they drove away.

Many hours later, I heard the van pull up into our driveway. Clarissa was naked, like last time. They were all laughing and joking and having a great time.

Chuck and Harry were out of the car and taking Clarissa’s clothes out of the back. She was sitting in the front seat, naked as a jaybird. I couldn’t get over how natural she looked. She turned into a different person in recent months and I really liked it.

She scurried into the house so the neighbors couldn’t see her and the guys handed me her clothes. We shook hands and they were off.

I came in the house and Clarissa was excited, couldn’t wait to tell me what happened. This is how the story went:

It was very cool. I’m very relaxed around those guys… You know, not sexual like I want to fuck them, more like I want to use them. They gave me plenty of opportunity.

At first, we parked an empty field, pretty far off from the road, you can see the lake. There was nobody around so they told me to strip, which I did. No matter how many times I do it, I would get a thrill when I take my clothes off in front of strangers.

I love how you want me to do this. I’m so glad you understand how it makes me happy.

I stood there, looking around, waiting for them to get bodrum escort their equipment ready. I guess it seemed a little bit dangerous because we could’ve been caught at any time. Nevertheless, I love the cool breeze on my skin as I stood there totally naked.

After a few minutes, they told me to grab my clothes and follow them. There’s something about carrying your clothes when you’re naked that makes you feel even more naked. I was having a good time.

We found a place to store our stuff and they instructed me to pose in different positions, starting on the dirt road. When we came to a tree, they asked me for some pussy shots, which I was most glad to do.I think men are the most predictable creatures on earth. What is so great about a snatch?

I squatted down and pretended to hitchhike and Chuck said that it gave him an idea. He told me to pretend I was lost and walk down the road. Pretty soon, we came to a parking lot and I took a deep breath. There were people all over but no one saw me. I moved around a dark van, so far I haven’t been spotted.

At one point, someone looked up and I ran like hell, laughing the whole time. You know, I’ve never done this before but this was really fun! I was a streaker! It was great! I made it deeper into the woods and there was a camping van parked all by itself.

Chuck told me to stand in front of it and pose, which I did. There were people in the van and I think they were quite shocked to see me naked.

Apparently, two couples were having a picnic and Harry sat down and explained to them that they were professional photographers and they would be doing a nude photographic spread here in the woods, if the people do not mind.

The women gave him a funny look and the men immediately said to go ahead. Chuck asked if they would mind posing with me in the background and they agreed to do so. Before long, we were all friends and it was like I was not even naked… I was!

This was again, a new experience, because I was living naked among people wearing clothes, men and women. I was having a ball.Before long, bodrum bayan escort we bid them goodbye and across the river on a small bridge, not knowing what would lie before us. I remained naked.

It was all very exciting. By now, I was quite immune to feelings of nudity and I just walked down the dirt road, noting a couple of old ladies behind me in the distance. Nobody seemed to care so I kept walking. At this point, I was basically leading the way, Harry and Chuck were snapping pictures and we were all having a great time.

I found a park bench and we sat down for a bit. They were telling me how exciting it was to have found such a free and open exhibitionist and I told them that it was great to be one!

As we were talking, a couple of guys came up the trail and they stopped dead in their tracks. They honestly didn’t know what to do. They could tell the Chuck and Harry were taking pictures of the naked model but they didn’t know what to do.

I motioned for them to come over and sit with me on the bench. We talked for a bit and Chuck explained that we were in the midst of a photo shoot. I told them they could stay if they wanted. They wanted. I could tell they were interested when I got up and posed by the railing, the city behind me.

They asked if they could take pictures too, with their cell phone cameras. I told them I didn’t mind.

I figured, I might as well give them a show, so I hopped up on the railing and gave them a royal spread. I could hear the cameras clicking. The guys were very polite and even walked with us back down to our parking lot.

When we got down there, Chuck told them to stand with me so we could take pictures together. They were glad to do it. They watched me get into the car, stark naked and they left.

Chuck was driving and Harry was in the backseat. I sat naked in the front and watched Chuck as he drove. I may have appeared a little bit seductive because I can see his discomfort. I was enjoying this. Harry piped up in the backseat and told Chuck to ask me. Chuck said nothing.

I asked Chuck what it was, and I saw him squirm. Finally, he told me that he and Harry were wondering whether I’d be willing to pose with another naked model… Like a male model.

I told him that I would have to think about it, and of course, talk to you about it. What do you think?

So that was the story, and I’m sure we will be back with many more adventures as Clarissa becomes more of an exhibitionist and, to me, more and more exciting.

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Every women has a wild side. It is always about finding their wild side and unleashing it. Sometimes you just have to let them be the animal they want to be.

You live close to a park with a playground, you have always wanted to expose yourself at the park, but were afraid of getting caught. But one day after a few drinks you decide I am going to the park and I am taking my hubby along and if it happens it happens. You two begin walking to the park and he grabs his bag so you guys can hide your booze and a few other things. Along the way your hubby tells you to flash him your tits and you tell him no that you are afraid someone will see, but he continues to ask you to flash him and you finally do it.

Your tits are hanging out for anyone to see. You quickly put your shirt back down so your breasts are no longer exposed. You continue walking to the park and your hubby runs up behind you and pulls down your skirt and your pussy is showing as you weren’t wearing any underwear and you quickly pull them back up and you tell him to knock it off. Although all of this public showing of yourself is making you wet. You finally get to the park and it is dusk out. Very little lighting and it is secluded. You walk up to the jungle gym and are escort bodrum standing underneath it and your husband tells you to turn around and that he has a surprise for you.

He reaches into his bag and grabs to sets of handcuffs. You can’t see them as your are standing facing away from him and he takes your hand and places the cuff around it and quickly cuffs it to the bar. You tell him to stop it, and he says we are going to unleash the animal inside of you. He quickly grabs your other hand and cuffs it to the other bar. You are chained up and standing. He quickly grabs your skirt and yanks it off leaving you completely exposed.

He then takes your blouse and unbuttons it leaving your chest completely exposed. He tells you to smile and he quickly begins snapping picture after picture of you chained up and exposed in public. He then walks up behind you and says you can’t stop me and I will do as I please. He takes his fingers and slides them into your wet pussy. He begins to finger fuck you and say I bet you like this and you begin to moan.

Your moaning becomes louder and louder and you are getting wetter and wetter. He then slowly removes his fingers and stands in front of you and bodrum sınırsız escort tells you to suck his dick so he can fuck you. You lean over and begin to suck his cock you want to make him as hard as possible so you are sucking his dick as hard as you can. He becomes erect and hard as a brick. He then walks behind you and places his cock on the edge of your pussy and says I bet you would like me to fuck you now wouldn’t you. You say yes please fuck me. He acts like he is going to place his cock in your pussy but he is only teasing you.

You begin to beg him to fuck you and then he simply rams his cock into your pussy. He grabs your hips and pulls you back onto his cock and just thrusts like a mad man. He is pumping your pussy hard and fast. You can hear in the far distance a car. You tell him someone is coming and he replies I know I am about to cum, she says no someone is coming in a car, he can hear it as well. He tells you to get on your knees and leaves you handcuffed and he hides behind a nearby tree. The car drives by only a few hundred feet from you guys.

Luckily the car didn’t see you guys. He then quickly walks back up and says it is time bodrum otele gelen escort for us to get back to fucking he takes his cock and places it back in your pussy. You are so wet due to the chance of begin caught your moaning becomes louder after each thrust his cock is becoming harder and harder as he continue to thrust. Each one of you can tell the other is beginning to reach and orgasm. Your goal is to finish at the same time. He continues to thrust and your legs are beginning to give up so he uses his arms to keep your body up so he can continue stuffing your pussy with his cock. You can feel his cock about to shoot his load; you can feel your pussy beginning to tingle. You can feel yourself loosing control of your body as your entire body begins to orgasm.

He continues to ram his cock into your pussy making your organs even more intense. He quickly pumps his cock into your pussy and says I am cumin shooting his entire load into your pussy. He stands back and admires his work and can see his cum beginning to drip out of your pussy and he snaps a few photos and says it is about time to go. He uncuffs you and you quickly put your clothes back on and walk back to your apartment. When you get back to the apartment he asks if he can show you to the world and you say no. Then he tells you to come look at this website and you begin reviewing other couples post and come up with tons of amazing ways to become more public. He than says maybe we can post together some other time. Your mind begins to think about it and the idea of posting begins to grow. And you say to yourself not tonight but in time.

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This is such an amazing story that I really don’t expect you to believe it… I know I wouldn’t if I hadn’t been part of it.

It all started when an old High School friend happened to stop in my photo studio looking for someone to take a photo of his wife for the desk in his office. We were both surprised by the coincidence that brought him into my studio.

We had been good friends in High School, but had not seen each other in years.

It was late afternoon when John came in, so I closed up shop and we went to the Sports Bar across the street for a few beers while we caught up on each other.

John and I had been good friends in High School. I was sort of like his wing man since he dated a lot and I was pretty shy with the women.

I was in the chess club and the photography club and did not draw much attention from anyone.

After high school I went to a local junior college and majored in photography. I was lucky to get in with a bunch of guys with the same interests (centered around girls and how to get them naked and into bed) and we had some great adventures. I learned a lot about photography and about girls/women. It turns out that when a “legitimate” photographer asks a woman to model for him, they are far more receptive than I ever thought, and the right kind of flattery would often lead to nude “art” sessions. Those sessions often led to sessions where a camera was not involved…

I learned from the oldest member of our group, a confirmed bachelor and almost old enough to be a dirty old man how to use a woman’s ego about her looks to seduce her. Praise of her beauty by a professional photographer, who should know a thing or two about beauty, combined with gentle requests to pose for some “artistic” pictures, gets almost any woman moving in the direction of more erotic pictures, followed by erotic activity…

I had learned and perfected through trial and error a simple process.

1) provide wine to help with nerves about posing for photos

2) keep a lot of tasteful nude and semi nude “artsy” bodrum escort bayan photos on display for “atmosphere”

3) start with a routine photo session… dressed in nice clothing in formal poses to make the usual packages of 8x10s, wallet size, etc

4) praise the beauty of the subject and compliment her on how much “the camera likes her” and how well she moves

5) more wine and praise of her beauty… with the praise focusing more on her body

6) suggest additional photos in less formal costume

7) more wine and praise

8) make sure she sees tasteful artsy photos during breaks and talk about how they started as regular photo shoots

9) have some lace or partly transparent blouses available and suggest them for the informal shoot

10) mention your more erotic portfolios just in passing and imply that is probably not for her etc.

The most important ingredient is a slow and careful transition from sterile photos to mildly interesting ones to moderately risqué to erotic

So, when John told me that his wife Chris was a knockout, but shy, I became very interested.

When he told me that he had been working to get her to show off her body, I was surprised, but I asked if he wanted me to help with that, since I had some experience with partially dressed models.

John said that would be great, but told me not to expect much because Chris was so conservative and shy.

I told him no problem either way… but I had an idea which way it was going to go.

I came up with an ambitious plan that was far from a sure thing, but would be incredible if I could pull it off.

It involved my top male model and required careful preparation and planning. A lot of the story was written up by John using what I told him about my sessions with Chris. You can read that account in Literotica as Shy Wife Ch. 04 by Daydreaming101.

Most of what John wrote is accurate, up to the part where the UPS guy rings the bell in my studio and interrupts the ortakent escort photo session just as Chris was getting carried away. I will tell you the real ending to the story, but first, there was some important stuff I left out of the beginning of the story when I told it to John.

The first time Chris came into my studio, I had no plans to do the photo shoot… that session was planned entirely to set the stage for the real shoot.

When Chris came into my studio the first time, I made sure I had a lot of “safely erotic” photos on the walls and in portfolios on the tables in the lobby so she could see them. After she had waited for a few minutes I stuck my head into the lobby and told her I was finishing up an important shoot and I would be out as quickly as I could. I stepped into the lobby and handed her another portfolio.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. I am finishing up a session with my top models and it has run over a bit. This has some of my best work in it. I thought you might want to look it over as you wait.”

The portfolio was thick and filled with photos of Mark, my top model. He is quite a hunk and most of the photos showed him only partially dressed, showing off his muscular physique. Nothing even “R” rated, but sexy, like some of the Calvin Klein ads you have probably seen. There were two 8 1/2 x 11 envelopes stuck inside the back cover, as if by accident.

One showed Mark with a female model in a series of very sexy but tasteful poses. Both were completely naked, but they were positioned so that they were not “X” rated. In most of the pictures they were entangled together… not in an overtly sexual way, but touching bodies and holding each other close.

The other envelope had a series of X rated photos of Mark. Not pornographic, but full frontal nudity. His very large penis was visible in all stages of erection, from flaccid to extended to its full 10″ length.

I watched her secretly from inside the studio until she had leafed through Mark’s gümbet escort portfolio and found the envelopes. When she opened the first envelop, I saw her look up to make sure no one was watching before she looked over each photo very thoroughly. The she did the same thing with the second envelop. I could see that she was looking over naked photos of Mark very carefully, looking up periodically to make sure no one saw her looking at them. I saw her shift her position in the chair as though she was uncomfortable.

When I saw that she had several of Mark’s naked photos spread out on her lap, I burst into the lobby, apologizing for the delay.

I came in through a different door than I had come through the first time. This one was right next to the chair she was sitting in, so I was standing over her before she was able to move the photos. She was clearly flushed and stammered “I…I…I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

I said quickly “Oh, I am so sorry, those 2 envelopes do not belong in that portfolio. They are part of my collection of the art of the human body. I hope I did not offend you … please accept my apology.” I grabbed the photos, intentionally spilling all of the photos of Mark on the floor so we would have to pick them up together.

Chris stammered “oh…no… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to …” and her voice trailed off. Then, trying to compose herself said. “They are very … artistic…” her face still flushed.

I apologized again and told her that we were going to have to reschedule her shoot because I was running way over on this session.

Then, right on cue, Mark stepped through the door into the lobby wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Sorry, but can we get started again?” he asked me as he faced both of us. I saw Chris look him over. First his muscled upper body, then the bulge under the towel. She actually stared at the bulge until I had to touch her shoulder to get her attention.

“Chris, I am sorry for all this. Can we reschedule your appointment for tomorrow?”

Chris stammered “uh…Tomorrow?… OK…um what time?…what should I wear?… oh…uh nice to meet you both.” as she handed me the rest of the photos of Mark and started toward the door.

I told her same time as today and to bring several different outfits including some casual stuff. She smiled nervously as she went out the door.

End of Part 1.

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He stepped out of the front door of his hotel and ran across the street and through the gate leading to the park entry. It was a cool morning, but there was a promise of sunshine later, and the crisp morning air was invigorating. He ran down alongside the cool shadows of the trees and along the grassy landscape following the running path as it wound down into the park even further.

He picked up his rhythm and ran for several kilometers eventually slowing to stop for a drink of water. It was then that he noticed her coming from the opposite direction. She was running quickly — but slowed as she saw him on the path — her eyes meeting his briefly, and smiling as she passed by. She was small — looked fit and healthy — and obviously enjoyed the mornings in the Park. He turned then, and ran back the way he had come, following her — noticing her long legs, and enjoying the roll of her hips, the movement of her ass as she ran snaking her way up the path, into an area of densely wooded shrubbery and trees.

When she stopped, she turned to watch him run toward her — and she smiled as she did so. He stopped just as he reached her, and reached out and brought her closer to him. Her head slightly to one side, she reached up and kissed him lightly on the mouth, relishing the taste of him — the sweat and warmth from the run — mingling with the wetness of bodrum escort bayan her kiss. He leaned further down to her, and put one hand behind her head, and kissed her deeply. She immediately responded to him, returning the kiss passionately, with her hands around his neck and her fingers reaching up and into his hair. He pulled her closer so their bodies were touching, and while they were both slightly breathless — they kissed again, deeply.

His hands ran down her back and across her hips, while hers ran across his back and chest — liking the feel of him, and the smell of him. He was firm and tight, and she liked the way he was put together — nice mouth, generous smile, cool eyes with a hint of laughter in them. Long lean legs, beautiful thighs, narrow hips, nice ass, and slightly muscular across the chest and shoulders, just as he should be! His T shirt was wet, and his shorts were clinging to him. Hers were much the same, with her T shirt clinging to her, outlining her breasts and stomach, and the shorts were damp from perspiration.

The sun came out from behind the clouds, and was surprisingly warm for the early time of day, and he picked her up in his arms, and carried her further into the secluded area, where he placed her on the grass. He reached down and slipped her T shirt over her head — kissing bitez escort her neck and shoulders when it was gone, with his mouth brushing the tops of her breasts. She reached behind her, and unhooked her bra and brought his head down so he could kiss her breasts properly. He kneeled across her then, and licked and kissed her stomach as he moved further towards her shorts — with his hand reaching under the waistband and feeling the soft flat stomach. He pulled her shorts down and off completely — and settled to seriously kissing her along her thighs and the inside of her legs before sliding her panties off, and moving to her soft mound. His tongue tasted her, and then probed deeply into her wetness — using his fingers to further excite her. She writhed with pleasure and moaned softly at his delightful loving of her. Her hands wanted to feel him, and touch him everywhere — but he was making sure that he took his pleasure of her firstly. His tongue and fingers brought her quickly to a climax — and she luxuriated in the sensation — he was a skilful lover, and she knew she would climax again when he was deeply inside her.

She sat up just a little, and reached up to him, sliding his shorts down and off his legs, feeling the length of him, and the hardness of him — and pulling the shirt over gümüşlük escort his head. His chest and shoulders were very sexy — and she ran her hands over them — before her hands found him. She pushed him down on the grass, and took him into her mouth, with her tongue tasting every part of him, and with her teeth nibbling gently along the full length of him and then licking him more as she reached his ass. He took back his control of her, entered her, and she took him deeply — moving together and loving each sensation it brought, his hands on her breasts, and her hands around him, feeling him move in and out, and opening her legs even further for him. He pulled her closer so he was able to get more deeply into her, and she had her fingers under his balls and along his ass — he felt so much pleasure he was sure he would not be able to hold on for much longer. She held him tight and her muscles grasped him — and she moved her legs around his waist so he had full access to her, and she was holding nothing back from him.

Within minutes, they both climaxed — and the shuddering waves of pleasure washed over them both as they again kissed passionately.

They both lay back completely naked on the grass — fully exhausted, but having enjoyed each other so very totally and without any inhibitions — knowing they would want each other again soon, but for the moment satisfied and delighted with each other.

They gathered their clothes and got dressed after a few minutes — running back along the path as it led back to the entry gate, and up onto Fifth Avenue, where they then ran across the pavement and through the front door of the Hotel, where they took the elevator to their room…

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