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My mind wouldn’t rest after the first time I watched you perform for me on cam and after I slipped between the sheets into my bed, the cool cotton was brushing against my fully naked body setting every inch glowing and tingling. The feeling was both exhilarating and electrifying, I felt energised not sleepy.

Still damp from your show, I could hear echoes of your orgasm resonating in my mind and flashbacks ignited my aching anew – setting off a contraction inside me and sending a gush of hot fluid flowing down my inner thighs….

My hands swept the sheets feeling the silky cool fabric brush against me and my hand came across my toy that was tucked under the corner of the thick duvet.

I couldn’t resist…

My eyes closed and I relived the moments of you peaking over and over whilst my fingers fumbled with the end of the toy twisting it on till I could hear the insistent buzzing and feel the rapid vibration in my hand…

Your hips arched upwards, your hand stroking the head of your cock rapidly as spurts of thick creamy cum shoot through the gaps between your escort kocaeli fingers, splashes hitting your naked chest offset by your drawn out climaxing cry.

I imagined that you were in the bed with me, crawling up from the end of the bed through the duvet dressed in your shirt and your makeshift collar around your neck. Skimming the surface of my skin with your mouth on your way up from my calves, breathing in my scent before moving up to part my thighs,

I set the toy against the outer edges, lips that were still slightly swollen from desire – careful, in case I sent myself over the edge too quickly. I shivered against the touch of the cold, hard latex imagining it was your cool fingers and then as the latex heated up – imagining it was your tongue, toying with the hot and sticky wetness.

Moving the buzzing till it was at the opening, at my inner lips – I visualised it was you teasing me, dipping your tongue in and out, further and further till I had enveloped about 2 inches of the rigid hardness inside me.

All the while, kocaeli escort I imagined that I could feel your hair in between my fingers, my fingers gently gripping a handful pulling your face against me and then loosening my grip – letting soft, downy locks fall through my fingers.

The buzzing was intense and my ache was building up from the tantalising urgency and I was struggling to fight against the mounting sensations.

I could see you in my minds’ eye – I was pulling you up over me to face me, pulling you up by the string tied to your rigid shaft and I could hear you moaning deeply as I sucked and bit at your exposed, vulnerable throat…

I slipped the toy in fully imagining it was you filling me whilst I tugged on the string every time a wave of pleasure flooded over me. My free hand slipped down and the forefinger sought my swollen clit, swirling in circles, endlessly teasing and denying myself…

I sank the toy in fully and withdrew repeatedly and was moaning with satisfaction at the feeling kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan of completeness – envisioning it was you doing this to me.

You were still fully clothed wearing casual smart shirt, still wearing your suit pants in fact, with only just the zipper undone so that I could get at what I wanted, what was mine. The heat emanating from you was phenomenal, so hot like you were ablaze and wrapping me into the incandescence, burning up for me, murmuring my name like it was a devotion and interspersing it with telling me how good it felt, how scalding hot it was inside me …

Finally my desperation was too much and I pushed myself over the edge – whispering your name fervently in my muffled cries, I climaxed so very, very hard.

I could feel every spasm pulse against the rigid hardness of the latex, gripping the sides as though I was contracting against your shaft, gripping and pumping you. I could feel the wet fluid flow and wind its way down my inner thighs…. the waves were intense and drawn out…

My hips arched up as though I was pushing myself against you, trying to meet as much of you as possible, so you were in as deep as possible.

Finally, my waves subsided, climbing down and ebbing away in intensity and the muscles in my body began to relax, still reacting a little to the echoes of the climax, my limbs brushing against the sheets languorously in slow sweeping motions.

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Missy and I have a great marriage. The neatest thing about her is that we can talk about anything honestly and openly. One of the things that she has been able to accept about me is that I love the female form more than anything else to look at. In art, movies, plays, ballet, or any other place, I just love the female form. I have always enjoyed going to the beach or any other place that allows me to see female bodies. I am an amateur artist and photographer as well. I have a ton of other hobbies of fishing, camping and exercising as well, but Missy has been patient and understanding about my fascination with the female form.

We met and fell in love towards the end of college. Early in our relationship she noticed that I really liked going to the park, going to the beach, etc. where I could people watch. She noticed that there are certain types of girls, clothes, and activities that I really enjoyed. As we talked about these things I told her about my fascination of the female body and the power or influence it has in our society. She kind of scoffed at this comment, which spurred on a whole deep discussion. One of the examples I gave her is a close friend of Missy’s, Kimberly that is very popular with guys. She is attractive but not drop dead gorgeous or anything. Missy has commented before that she has never understood why guys go after her so much. I used Kimberly as an example of a girl that understands the power and influence of the female form. I told her the next time we were with Kimberly I would show her what I meant. We kind of left the conversation at that point, as we had to run off to class.

A couple of evenings later that week, Kimberly and several of our friends came over studying and eating pepperoni rolls. Missy and I started talking about Kimberly to continue our conversion on the female form and the influence it can have if one understands it. I told her to watch as she talked with the guys at our house. I pointed out that her body language was always open to who ever she was talking to. She would touch their arm, put her hand on their side, and kiss people quickly when anyone arrived. Everything she did with her body language was in a manner to say please get close to me, I like being close to you. She would be careful to make eye contact and hold on to what one was talking about like it was very important and interesting regardless of what the subject was. It was funny kocaeli escort that as I pointed out all of the things she was doing, Missy was almost shocked that she had not really noticed that Kimberly always did these things. We both really like Kimberly because she is so easy to get to know.

Missy and I then talked about her hair. I mentioned that she kept her hair long down to the middle of her back. She has beautiful hair but it is also the way she always makes sure that she will lay her head on some ones shoulder and let it dance on somebody’s arms. Or when everyone is sitting on the floor she will stretch out and put her head on a guy’s leg so that her hair is lying around the guy’s thighs and crotch. I told Missy that this really drives guy’s nuts.

Next Missy and I talked about Kimberly’s clothes. She always wears tops that are very thin of silk or light cotton. They will usually button up the front or have an open neckline. She was wearing a button up tonight and I told Missy to notice that she always has the buttons undone to right in the middle of her breasts so that it is easy for a guy to see the tops of her breasts and bra, or even her bare breasts and nipples. I said to look at all the other girls in the room and they have at least one more button fastened and sure enough they did. Missy asked about her not wearing a bra and I told her I had seen her bare breasts and nipples on several occasions. Missy could not believe it. She had never seen it. I also said that she purchases lacy bras and very thin bras so that when her nipples get hard they poke out and show a little, which also drive guys crazy.

I mentioned that 90% of the time Kimberly wears very baggy legged shorts or a skirt. Either one is very sexy and inviting. She will move around in such a way that her thighs open and that one can get a glimpse of her panties. Missy laughed and said no way. Kimberly was wearing shorts tonight that had baggy legs. I told Missy to go and sit across from her for a few minutes.

We split up at that point and Missy made her way over and took a seat generally in front of Kimberly. About 10 minutes later Missy came over to me and kissed me on the lips and gave me a hug. When she was hugging me she whispered in my ear that they were very thin pink panties and that she saw her vagina-covered panties twice. She said she could not believe it.

After gölcük escort everyone took off, Missy and I had great sex. Afterward we were cuddling and she commented that she would always look at Kimberly in a whole new way. I said it is not just Kimberly that many girls do the same things and I mentioned that I felt many movie stars have done this very successfully in their own way. Missy said that she felt like this was the first time she understood how a guy thinks about things, which was really cool. I asked her what she was thinking about and she said she was curious to try doing some of the things and see if she would notice a difference in how boys acted around her.

A couple of days later Missy started wearing button up tops with buttons undone down to the middle of her breasts. She said she noticed guys making casual glances at her breasts when they were talking to her. She said she also noticed guys that never really talked to her in class before made it a point to come by her desk or talk to her after class. She was pretty excited about her new “game” as she called it.

We went to the mall the following week and she wanted to buy some clothes. As we started looking I noticed Missy was looking at thin button up tops. She found two she liked. She also bought a bra that was made of silk material that was very transparent. When you held your hands in the cup of the bra you could easily see your fingers. I started looking at some soft baggy shorts and she said I don’t know about those. I encouraged her to try them on at least. They felt like they were made of pajama material but they were just regular shorts. She tried them on and they looked good on her. Ultimately, I talked her into getting them.

She went back to her dorm and I went to my apartment. I went to pick her up to study that evening as we did often. When she came out I found out she did laundry and was wearing one of the new tops and shorts. I said she looked amazing. She kissed me on the check and told me she loved me and then said that as soon as I knew what color her panties were to whisper it in her ear. I leaned over and kissed her again. We went to the apartment and laid out our books in the living room to study. As she shifted around studying, I got a glimpse of the ivory colored panties and a couple of peaks at her breasts. She was wearing izmit sınırsız escort the new bra and it was almost as if she had gone braless. Her nipples were hard and made visible bumps on the front of her shirt. I got up to get a drink and asked her if she wanted one. I bent over kissed her and told her Ivory. She could not believe that I already had gotten a peak. David, my roommate came in an hour after that, said hi, and went to his room.

We fished our schoolwork and turned on the TV. I sat at the end of the couch and Missy lay her head down on my legs to watch. David came in and sat on the other end of the couch down by Missy’s feet. After a little while, David got up to use the bathroom. When he stepped out I told her I had a dare for her. She asked what the dare was. I reached over and grabbed her left knee and pulled it up against the back of the couch with the other being down on the seat of the couch causing her shorts to really sag. She asked me to go to the other end of the couch and look and make sure not too much was showing. I did and her whole crotch was visible. I told her that her panties were a little visible but not too much. She said she would be too embarrassed.

I asked her to just do it this once to see what would happen. David came back in and Missy froze. When David sat down his eyes went straight to her crotch. She stayed that way for 3-4 minutes with him constantly stealing glances at her crotch. Missy got up and stretched like she was tired and I followed her to my room. She shut the door and immediately took off her clothes with me right behind her and we had fast sex and then cuddled. She said she could not believe that she let David look at her with just her thin silk panties on. Missy said it made her super horny to know that she was showing off.

That was the beginning of her exploration with the full understanding of the influence of the female body on men. Missy noticed a big difference in the way our friends treated her and that she quickly became much closer to several of them. She said it was funny how boys getting “innocent” glances of her created a type of bond between them. It was like she became “one of the boys” in a way by having greater incite to guy’s voyeuristic desires and thoughts. We both feel that there is really no harm in this innocent play as it has helps keep us sexually charged and close, as well as close to many of our friends even after college.

We have found different ways to innocently show off her female beauty, whether it is by taking the liner out of the top of a swimsuit or wearing soft white cotton shirts.

I feel very fortunate to have a wife that has developed the same interest in human nature’s fascination with the female form.

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I had wanted Emily from the first time I saw her. It was at a big party to celebrate the end of a college year. I had graduated from the college three years earlier, but I still like to attend such events with hopes of landing one of the hot co-eds in attendance. I saw Emily as soon as I walked in, and was immediately drawn to her. She was one of the hottest girls I have ever seen, a petite brunette with small breasts but gorgeous legs and an incredible ass.

Emily’s swayed to the music, her ass brushing slowly back and forth against her dance partner. Her eyes were half closed as I walked towards her for a better look when suddenly she looked right at me. I felt my heart pound as she drew me in with her big brown eyes, and gave me a wicked smile. She started dancing even more suggestively, pushing her ass into his groin, playfully lifting her skirt to show more leg. I got hard immediately and could only imagine what it would be like to feel those legs…to have that ass against me.

When the song ended she disappeared with the guy, whom I later learned, was Michael, her jock boyfriend, and I didn’t see her again. I asked around, found out her name and got her number from a mutual friend. I knew she was out of my league, but I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I pursued her aggressively over that summer, begging for a date. She finally conceded in September, when her newly graduated boyfriend left for a job out of town.

We went out for dinner and I fell for her hard. We talked for hours, me trying to impress her with stories of my junior management role in an office, her with fun stories about her escapades, often involving Michael. Emily made it clear that Michael was still her boyfriend and we were just having a nice night out. Over the fall, I took her out a few more times like this, paying for her, but just as a friend. Each ‘date’ ended with a thank you, a peck on the cheek, then me heading to my apartment alone to jack off.

I finally got my break when, over Thanksgiving weekend, she broke up with Michael. I listened to her tell me all about how he had cheated on her, and at the end of the night I actually got to kiss her on the lips, and get a little feel of those soft, silky legs.

We started to see each other whenever she could find the time between her studies. We’d go out izmit escort with her friends, as a group. She never introduced me as her boyfriend, but I would pay for her drinks (sometimes buying for everyone), and I would usually get to take her home for a make out session in the car. She told me she wanted to go slow, as she was still hurting from her break-up, and I understood. I was so happy just to have her in my arms, to sometimes get a little feel of her ass under her skirt.

Emily certainly knew the impact she had on me. One night before she left my car she nibbled gently on my ear, softly grabbed my hardness through my jeans and whispered that I’d better go home and take care of it. I jacked off three times that night.

Other nights, with a few drinks in her, she would become very flirty. We took out Barry, an old high school friend of hers, for his birthday, along with six other friends. While I was up buying a round, the three girls in our party decided that it was time for Barry’s present, and one after the other they lined up to kiss him. They seemed to be competing a little and when I got back Brittany, a blonde bombshell friend who might have had 10 extra pounds on her, but all in the right places, was ready to take her turn. Emily was up last and I tried to get her attention as I brought over her drink, but she was fixated on the show Brittany was putting on. Brittany hiked up her skirt and straddled Barry, then buried his head in her big tits. Everyone cheered as she then bent down and passionately made out with Barry. Barry, who was a big guy, with hands twice the size of mine, lifted her skirt to feel her ass, exposing one of Brittany’s plump ass cheeks. Finally, Brittany climbed off, exposing a significant bulge in Barry’s pants.

It was now Emily’s turn and she didn’t hesitate. Emily walked over to Barry, turned her back to him and shook her gorgeous ass in his face. As Barry bent forward and kissed her ass cheeks to the hoots of the crowd, I tried to tell myself she was just having fun. She turned around and sat on his lap, kissing him hungrily. It occurred to me that she had never kissed me quite like this, but then I knew she had had a lot to drink. Barry’s hands explored her legs then slipped under her skirt. Although his big hands were not kocaeli ucuz escort visible, it was clear he was groping her openly and Emily did nothing about it. I started to get angry…he was feeling so much more of Emily than she had allowed me to…it looked like he must be pulling her ass cheeks apart under the skirt. She broke away from the kiss and turned to look at me while continuing to dry hump him slowly as her friends laughed and cheered. She looked so hot I could not stay mad at her. I wanted her so bad.

Whenever I had second thoughts about our relationship, Emily would give me just enough to keep me interested. One night I intended to have a serious talk with her after we got home from the bar with the gang. I drank a couple of shots to steel my determination and Emily kept up with me. She became much more affectionate than normal, cuddling up to me at the bar, even allowing me a few soft kisses in front of everyone.

Her friend Isabel started to talk to us as Emily was running her hand on my leg and suddenly Emily blurted out “Isabel, feel how hard he is just from sitting beside me.” Isabel was a squat, rather unattractive Latina, but she was fun, always bold and flirty. Still, I was shocked when, with no hesitation, she reached down and felt my cock through my pants, and gave it a few good squeezes while the two of them giggled. I lost any desire to confront Emily, instead I made out with her gratefully in my car after we got to her apartment. I thought this might be the night Emily would finally let me have her, but instead she slipped out of the car and blew me a kiss.

I had been pleading with Emily to go dancing since we started dating. Finally, on Valentine’s Day, she said if I’d take her and her friends out we’d go dancing at the club. On the dance floor I finally got to feel Emily’s ass push into me, just as I’d imagined so many times. She knew I had been fantasizing about this and she really made it special. She wore a silk skirt and when she pushed her ass into me it was like my cock was sliding along her tight ass. She looked over her shoulder at me with a knowing smirk pushing into me with the rhythm of the music. I grabbed her hips and felt like I was in heaven. Suddenly I left like I might cum so I started to darıca escort gently push her away, but this only encouraged her. She started to move up and down so my cock was clearly running along her ass crack through the thin material. I knew her friends must be seeing this near obscene dance but I couldn’t stop myself. I started to shoot into my pants and she kept humping until I was completely drained.

I felt very conscious about the large wet spot that formed on my pants, and how sticky I was, and suggested that we might call it a night, but Emily wanted to stay and dance with her friends. I was sure they all noticed my predicament, but I tried to act normal, buying a bottle for our group at Emily’s insistence. She asked me to dance again, but I felt exhausted and ashamed so I demurred. She went to dance with Brittany, who was showing more cleavage than I had ever seen, and the two of them put on a show for everyone at the club. I watched the two of them from the booth, as smitten as ever with Emily and forgetting the jism that was caking in my pants.

After a couple of dances, Barry joined Emily and Brittany and the two of them gave him a close-up show of their dirty dancing. I felt pangs of jealousy but it was also exciting to see Emily enjoy herself and show off her sexuality.

I was eventually pulled up on the dance floor by a clearly drunk Isabel, who threw her arms around me and giggled as we danced beside the others. Soon Isabel was grinding her ass into me, but I only felt the stickiness and sweat spread into me. Emily followed Isabel’s lead and started to grind into Barry as Brittany cheered them both on. I saw Barry pull my date closer, and whisper something in her ear he pushed himself back into her and I felt myself harden a little. Isabel seemed to notice and started to grind faster. I started to feel almost dizzy from all the stimuli…the loud music, the flashing lights, Isabel’s big ass against me, Brittany’s big tits bouncing as she laughed and danced, and of course my Emily who Barry had now turned around to face him. I was watching Emily’s ass move to the music when I suddenly felt Isabel’s hand go down my pants and grab on to my dick. I was mortified to think of what she must have felt, but she just stroked me expertly, using the semen and sweat as an effective lubricant on my now rock hard cock. I knew I should stop her but instead I watched Barry now dancing with both Emily and Brittany, one hand on each ass as Emily kissed Brittany softly. I blew my load again all over Isabel’s hand and as I did I saw Emily looking at me over her shoulder with a gleam in her eye.

I was so lucky to have her.

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I had just turned 18 and it was my last year in prep school. I had started later than most boys my age so I was just a bit older.

It was a very private exclusive boarding school, only boys which was a real pain. They didn’t allow and nudie magazines or pornography. It was there though and we had to keep it well hidden for fear of expulsion. We all masturbated so fuck mags were a necessity. I had some great ones from Europe that I managed to sneak away from my father who traveled to Europe. I know he and mom looked at them and got all hot and then would fuck like mad. Anyway he had so many he would not miss a few.

I had been called into the health teacher’s office that day and couldn’t figure out what she might want me for. She was one the best looking women at the school. She was a bit on the plump side but very nice probably in her 40’s. She dressed very conservatively which was school policy, very prudish!! However her dress could not conceal her very large breasts. She wore rather loose tops to hide just how big they were. Every now and then she would leave a button or two undone to give the guys just a peek at her cleavage.

I was headed for her private office wondering what she wanted with me.

“Please come in and have a seat young man”, she said rather abruptly.

I knew I was in trouble for something. Heck, I was due to graduate in two weeks. I sure didn’t need any problems.

“You know our policy here against any pornographic materials, don’t you?” she asked.

On no, I thought. She must have done a random search and found my magazines. I knew I was in serious trouble now.

“Yes ma’am”, I replied rather humbly.

” A Search of your dorm room was done and I discovered these porno magazines and I want to discuss them with you. I have done many searches and collected many such materials but none as great as these!” she said.

I could not belive my ears. She said they were great. I am sure she had seen many over the years. I might now be in so much trouble as I thought.

“I know Bobby that there are no girls here and that youg young men, especially those your age need some sexual release. It is the school policy kocaeli escort against porn but not mine. I must give the impression of inforcement when I find such material. I ususlly give a good scolding and then send the young man back to his room and tell him to find a more secure hiding place should the school president find any. He won’t be quite as understanding as me”

I was feeling relieved. Ms. Woods understood about masturbation and things like that. I was not going to get kicked out after all.

“You have some great fuck mags here Bobby”, she said smiling. “I have looked through them all and the women have such nice tits and the cocks on the men are so big. It seems these European men sure have loads of cum in their full balls There are many good closeups too of those big dicks opening up those great pussies and some pussies are cum filled, I do like that. That is the best place for cum is inside a woman’s pussy You know Bobby that I too get horny and need to releive myself like you do. I enjoy masturbating too.”

I could hardly believe what I was hearing. I was sure Ms. Woods was prim and proper and never thought that much about sex. It seems however that I was wrong and that she too liked to look at fuck pictures.

“Yes Ms. Woods” I replied. They are great mags from my dads collection. He gets them from Europe and they are arousing. I get so hard looking at them and do enjoy masturabting and cumming. The cocks are so big and the women very nice, but I like them a little bigger like you”

I couldn’t belive what I was just saying. She might not like my saying she is big. I maight be in trouble now. I felt like telling her though as if she would understand.

“Thank you, Bobby” she smiled. “I see that you have an eye for full figure women. I like that. Look here at this photo of this gal sucking that huge cock. She has one big set of tits. I wonder if she will suck him and take all his cum to swallow”

“You have some big ones yourself”, I said smiling back at her. “I have one magazine that has nothing but big women in them and I have jerked of to it a great many times. There are some great photos kocaeli rus escort in it of guys cumming all over their big tits and the cum is running down between them.

Some photos even have two and three guys cumming on tits, those are so great!”

“Umm Bobby I like that too”, she replied. “I really shouldn’t do this Bobby but would you like to cum on my tits. I would enjoy watching you jerk off for me. I had a boyfriend once who liked for me to leave my bra on and then cum all over it. I really liked watching him shoot. I know your cock must need some release. All men your age need to jerk off a lot to ease their tension. Instead of looking a a magazine you can look and then cum on me”

“Oh yes Ms Woods. I would love to jerk off for you. My dick is so hard now and I would love to see your tits”

“Wonderful Bobby”,she replied. ” Not only will I let you see my tits I will let you see my panties too. Now I wear these big full ones not bikinis, they are bright red and they make me feel sexy. Maybe later you might want to cum on them.”

My heart was racing as I watched her get undressed for me. She was a big woman but so sexy as she took her blouse and skirt. She had on this red bra a panty set. The panties were big as she said but oh so nice. Her ass was big and her tits fill the cups of that bra.

“Now Bobby you step out of those clothes. I want to get a look and your nice young cock. I want to see what’s going to shoot all that warm cum for me”

With no hesitation I got out of my pants, shirt and quickly took my briefs off. I was sticking up straight and firm.

“Goodness Bobby” she smiled. ” That is one nice cock you have and it’s so hard. Just look at how it stands up so proud. I can see why you enjoy playing with it. Your balls look so full of cum too. I can’t wait to see you masturabte for me”

“Do you really like my cock?” I asked. “It’s not near as big as those in the fuck magazines. I do like to shoot off though. I hope you like to watch me. I have watched some of the guys but I have never had a women watch me masturbate. I want to cum on your shiny red bra Ms. izmit ucuz escort Woods”

“Sure Bobby,” she answered. “I would like for you to squirt all over it. Here let me take off these panties and give you a nice look and my pussy. I will pull my lips open so you can see exactly where a man puts his cock. I love the feel of a huge cock up my fuckhole Bobby and then to have a man empty his load completley inside me it’s so wonerful. As I spread open you take that young cock of yours and stroke it for me.

I had my eyes fixed on her pussy as she pulled it wide open for me. She had a nice hairy bush and thick lips and nice pussy hole. My cock was hard as steel now and ready for pumping.

“That’s it Bobby”, she said. ” You pump away now and give me lots of cum. I’ll finger my hole some and work my clit as you masturbate. I want to see my nice red bra all covered in your youthful semen.”

I worked my shaft as my cockhead was so swollen. My eyes drifted down to her pussy as she fingered her hole. It was so wet and slick, I knew she was hot too. I got up close so when I shot off all my cum would land on her bra. I had a good grip and worked my hand up a down on my shaft. I was really enjoying showing Ms. Woods.

“Ummmmm Ms. Woods” I cried. “I am going to cum”

“Great Bobby” she said. ” You give me a nice big load right on my tits. I love to watch men shoot.

Umm my pussy is feeling good too. I so enjoy fingering my hole and watching you stroke that nice cock. Cum all on me Bobby…..Ummmmmm”

Suddenly I could hold back no more and my cock exploded its milky white cream. It was a very intense climax. Thick globs of cum flew from my pisshole covering her bra and making a very wet mess. I think Ms. Woods might have came also. She was working feverously at her clit, moaning and sighing.

I pumped every drop I could. Her bra was a mess of thick semen.

“Ohh Bobby what a lovely cummy mess you had made” she moaned. Here see my wet hole. I came too.”

She held herself open and she was dripping with her wetness. It looked as if I had cum on her pussy instead of her bra.

” Now Bobby”, she said. Lets make another time for some masturabtion fun. You take your magazines and keep them well hidden. We might want to try some things they do in them.”

It was too bad for me that I graduated it two weeks. I never got called in to see her after that. I just bet though that Ms.Woods had other students to enjoy watching cum on her nice big bras……………..

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I had met Mike a few months earlier at a party (perhaps more in another story later). Mike was about three years older than me, about 24 at this time. He and two friends were heading to a country concert at a big amphitheater venue a few hours from where we lived. He asked me if I wanted to join them and I happily accepted. I was excited to see the acts and spend more time with Mike.

His buddies were coming from elsewhere so we decided to just meet there. I hadn’t met these friends yet so I was a little nervous going in as he really talked them up. Mike loved my boobs so I figured I would wear something to show them off, and maybe get his friends to like me too. As it was summer and actually during a heat wave, I decided to wear a low-cut white tank top and a short jean skirt. Mike tried to get me to go without a bra but that isn’t easy to pull off with my “blessings” as he likes to call them.

We headed out after packing a few beverages and Mike mixed me a drink for in the car, since he would be driving. He just asked that I repay him during the drive, wink wink. It was a beautiful sunny day and we were just excited to be doing something fun for once. Work and college were getting in the way too often lately.

From the first sip I knew he mixed a strong drink and while I can usually hold my alcohol pretty well, I knew I would need to pace myself. He smiled as I nearly choked on the first swallow. We were jamming out in the car with the windows rolled down cruising past semis and other vehicles left and right on the interstate. He asked if I was ready to start paying up for his bartending “skills”. I was feeling good having put down about 3/4 of the drink and overall in a great mood. I shyly asked him what he had in mind. He smiled as he asked me to remove my bra once again. I started to argue but he stopped me saying we had a deal. I argued that point too as we didn’t really have a deal but I really didn’t mind teasing him if that’s what he was looking for. Making sure there weren’t any cars next to us, I just pulled down my tank top and removed my bra. I shook my boobs a little as I grinned at him, then jokingly told him to keep his eyes on the road as I pulled my tank top back up.

I suppose I should give a little more info about me before this gets too far along. My name is Amy. I was 21 at the time and my chest always got a lot of attention, and plenty of trouble. They were 36dd at the time and sat pretty high and firm, at least as high and firm as 36dd’s can (those are mine in my profile). I’m 5’6″ tall and weigh about 130 pounds. I’m not super skinny but most girls with curves aren’t. As I mentioned earlier, Mike was more of a boob man than an ass man, but some of my earlier flings complimented me on my ass as well so it must be alright. However, pretty much all the men I have been with previously went straight for my boobs. Even a few of my girlfriends made a habit of groping them. It seemed like whenever hooking up with a guy they never went without a hand, mouth, or cock on or between them. I’ve received more than my fair share of pearl necklaces in my life. Anyway, back to the story.

Mike told me to keep drinking up as he pulled another little bottle of JD from the bag behind us and poured it into my drink. I added some coke as he chuckled. Shortly after he reached over and started groping my boobs and my nipples got instantly hard, although they were nearly there without a bra on already. After a few more miles he grabbed the nearest strap on my tank top and started to work it down my arm. I asked him what he was doing and he said, “Just making the view better.” I laughed as he seemed to be infatuated with my boobs. He was able to work the one closest to him out of my top and he politely asked me to get the other one out. Smiling, I told him he would owe me something later. I worked the tank top down to my waist with both boobs standing tall and proud and him grinning like the cat that ate the canary. We were nearing the concert venue so I didn’t think this would be the worst experience and I did secretly enjoy showing them off.

He had been checking his phone during the drive and getting updates from his friends on how close they were getting to the venue as well. He mentioned we should be getting there around the same time as we started to pass a semi. I went to pull my tank top up when he reached over and stopped me. I looked over at him in surprise and back over to the semi as just as we were passing the cab. The driver was wearing sunglasses so I couldn’t tell if he was looking down at me or not, but when I heard the horn blow I figured he must have enjoyed the view. Mike laughed as I blushed and punched him in the arm. We heard a few more truck horns along the way and he even slowed down next to a few of them. I was so embarrassed as many of them were older men who looked like they hadn’t bathed in a few days.

Finally, our exit was only 5 miles ahead and I asked Mike when I could pull escort izmit my tank top back up. He smiled and said I could after I flash the next car we pass. I started to argue but knew I wasn’t going to win the argument and I was starting to enjoy showing off. As we pulled up to the next car, Mike slowed a little so we wouldn’t pass them so quickly and he asked me to face them as we passed. There were two guys, roughly our age, in the car and they both stared open mouthed as we pulled even with them. They sped up when Mike did so we weren’t able to pass them and they continued to stay next to us.

I sat back in my seat just as Mike’s phone rang. I could see it was his friend Jason, one of the guys we were meeting at the concert. Mike put the call on speaker and I nearly died when I heard his friend Jason say, “Holy shit Mike, your girlfriend’s tits are amazing! You weren’t kidding!”. I could hear laughter in the background as I turned to look at the car still driving right next to us. Both of the guys waved as I pulled my tank top back up and turned bright red. I started hitting Mike out of embarrassment as he tried to poorly lie and tell me he didn’t realize it was his friend Eric’s car we were passing. I didn’t believe him for a second. He was always encouraging me to wear revealing clothing and he often left his door open when I was staying at his place and his roommates were around, even if I was still laying naked in bed in the morning.

So that was how I first met his friends Jason and Eric. I was still red from embarrassment when we finally got parked. They ended up a few cars away from us and they came over to Mike’s car quickly. They were laughing as they approached and wouldn’t stop with compliments for the first several minutes. I hit Mike on the arm one more time and told him to make me another drink. The parking lot was in a big field and there were people everywhere drinking and having a good time.

Jason was over 6′ tall and had a strong build to him. Eric was a little shorter and thinner. Both had blondish hair and I’m sure did fine with the ladies. Mike had told me a few stories about them previously.

Despite the earlier incident, we all got along great pretty much right off the bat as Jason and Eric told me about some of the times Mike had pulled off some similar pranks on his ex-girlfriends. They gave him some shit but continued to congratulate him on somehow reeling me in while also continuing to compliment me, or I probably should say, my boobs. They couldn’t keep from looking at them and about that time I remembered that I hadn’t put my bra back on after the incident. The mixture of alcohol and embarrassment must have kept me from remembering. I started to look in the car for my bra but I couldn’t find it. Mike just laughed as I asked him where he put it. He pointed to the drunk and shrugged his shoulders saying, “They’ve already seen them babe…without the tank top even. It really doesn’t matter anymore.” I couldn’t argue with that but there were plenty of other guys walking by who were enjoying the view.

The guys started drinking the beer that we brought along while I downed another Jack and coke, or two. We were having a good time talking about the concert, getting to know each other, and them telling me about some of the stupid things Mike did in high school and college. Jason kept challenging me to try and keep up with him as he downed another beer. He was slurring his words a bit so I didn’t think he would be able to drink much more. I downed my drink as well and Mike started to mix me another.

I was holding out as long as I could as the only bathrooms they had were porto-potties. As I stood up out of my chair, I could immediately feel the alcohol had kicked in. I wasn’t necessarily drunk yet, but definitely buzzing and feeling good. As I made my way to the porto-potties, I received quite a few offers from guys for beverages.

“Beer or booze for boobs,” a few called.

I just smiled as I walked by, flattered by the attention I was receiving. I received a few more of the offers on the way back including a few whistles. I was feeling great when I got back by Mike and his friends. Mike asked me why I was smiling so big and I told him about the offers I had received.

“That’s great,” he said as he glared at his friends. “These idiots forgot to bring alcohol and we’re down to our last beers.”

I just stared at him in disbelief, not sure if he meant what I thought he did. The only place to buy any alcohol was inside the venue and nobody wanted to head inside yet. I took a big drink of the new one Mike had made for me as he and his friends just eyed me. I told them I had enough alcohol to last for me so too bad for them. Jason and Eric started begging with me to please get them a few more beers. “Please, please, please,” they both said.

Jason added, “Your tits are amazing! I’m sure you’ll get a case for us just by showing kocaeli evi olan escort them once.” I was a little annoyed the way he talked about them and how he wanted to use them for getting themselves more beer, but it also was a little flattering. The alcohol also wasn’t helping me think very clearly.

Jason challenged me to see who could finish their drink first. I only had about 1/4 left while he had just opened their last beer. Smiling I said, “You’re on.” Mike hesitated like he wanted to say something, but then just said, “Go!”

I’m not sure how he did it, but when I lowered my finished drink, Jason was smiling at me with his can already crushed.

“You lose, lightweight,” he said. “Now let’s go get us some more beer.”

He led the way as me and Eric followed. Mike caught up with us shortly and handed me a new drink. I was flushed and embarrassed, but also a little excited as we approached a group of guys drinking heavily. I recognized them from earlier as a group that had made me an offer. One of the guys who saw us approaching ignored the guys and asked if I was considering their offer. I flushed a little more red as Jason spoke up.

“She’s willing to show them but we need at least a case because they are spectacular!” he emphasized.

The guy was clearly pretty drunk as he responded that he didn’t think fake boobs were worth a case.

“They are definitely not fake,” said Mike. I was shocked to hear him say that and play along with this game.

“Well,” said the guy, “I probably should be able to find that out for myself if it’s going to cost me a case.”

He approached me as I just stood there in shock. He reached up and started groping me through my tank top, my nipples hardened even more. “Very nice,” he said, as he reached up to the straps. He pulled them both down my arms as the rest of his friends gathered around. As the straps reached my elbows, the tank top was just barely hanging on and covering my nipples. With one last pull on the straps, my boobs sprang out and a loud cheer went up from the guys. I covered my face as I felt the stranger start to grope my boobs in front of everyone, including Mike. I looked over at him and he was just smiling and staring at the stranger squeezing my boobs. I looked the other way to see Jason and Eric doing the same thing. As I looked back at the stranger, I saw a few of his friends reach out for a feel as well. Suddenly there were about four pairs of hands squeezing and groping me.

Finally Jason stepped forward and said, “Alright guys. That’s enough. Now where is that case of beer?”

There were a few last second gropes before Jason reached out and grabbed them himself, “to get their filthy hands off your amazing tits” he would later say.

One of the guys approached from the back with six cans of cheap beer. “This is all we have left,” he said. The strangers laughed as they walked back to their party and vehicle.

“Well, that’s better than nothing,” said Jason, and he dropped his hands from my boobs and continued walking to the next group of guys. I stood there for a few seconds stunned before Mike made a motion for me to pull up my top. I felt a little dirty and used but couldn’t deny that this was turning me on in some twisted sort of way.

A few of the guys in the next group we approached had witnessed what happened with the previous strangers so they wanted the same deal. Jason made sure to see that they had a full case to offer before giving them the go ahead. I just stood there not sure what to say or do as three strangers approached me. The talker of the group asked Jason how they knew me as he started to lower the straps on my tank top. Jason laughed and said she is Mike’s girlfriend as he nodded toward Mike. Mike just smiled and nodded to them as the top lowered to my waist.

“These are impressive!” said the talker as he took them in his hands. “Your girlfriend has great tits!” he said in the direction of Mike. Then he lowered his hands and leaned in to lick one of my nipples. One of his friends was quick to do the same to the other nipple as the last guy just groped what he could around his friend’s mouths. I was definitely getting turned on by being offered, complimented, groped, and more in this very public setting. After about ten seconds, although it seemed like ten minutes, of them groping and sucking on my boobs, Jason stepped in again and pushed them off while grabbing my boobs himself. Mike grabbed the beer and I pulled up my tank top as we headed back to the vehicle while Jason and Eric went to the porto-potties. As Mike and I walked back toward his car, I asked him how he felt about all these guys seeing my boobs and touching them, even sucking on them. He grabbed my hand and rubbed it on the bulge in his shorts. I was shocked but even more turned on as I felt how hard he was. He just smiled at me as I looked izmit rus escort wide-eyed at him.

When we got back to the car, he took one of the chairs and moved it between his car and the vehicle next to him. He told me to sit down as he stood in front of me. He reached down and pulled down my top again as he started to grope my boobs. He released them as he reached for the button and fly of this shorts, unzipping them and pulling them down a little. His cock sprang out directly in my face, harder than I had ever seen it. He reached down with one hand to grope my boobs again while placing his other hand behind my head. He loves blow jobs and I knew what he wanted in that moment. I couldn’t deny that I was extremely turned on as well and I opened my mouth to take his cock deep. He is about six inches and not very thick so I can deep throat him after working on it for awhile. He was moaning as he groped my boobs and I stroked him as I sucked and fondled his balls.

We were in our own world for a few minutes before I noticed a pair of feet appear behind Mike. I looked up and saw Jason smiling down at me over Mike’s shoulder and he had something in his hand. I didn’t stop what I was doing due to how turned on I was and, I’m sure, the affect of the alcohol. As my eyes came into focus on what Jason had in his hand, I realized it was a cell phone. He was apparently taking pictures or video. I still didn’t really comprehend what was happening and didn’t think more of it as I turned my attention back to Mike’s cock.

After a few more minutes of sucking Mike’s cock, I could tell he was getting close. As I looked up at Mike, I realized that Jason and Eric were standing on either side of him, Jason still holding his phone while Eric was holding something else. I turned to look at Eric while Mike’s cock was still in my mouth and I nearly choked when I saw he had his cock out less than two feet away and was stroking it. I looked up at Mike with wide eyes and he just smiled down at me. Suddenly, he took my left hand off his balls and moved it toward Eric’s cock. Eric stepped closer and I felt his cock rub against my hand. I didn’t know what to with Mike’s cock in my mouth and Eric’s cock rubbing against my hand.

Then I heard Mike say, “Just stroke it for him, babe. Look how hard he is.”

I looked back over at Eric’s cock and I almost couldn’t believe my eyes as I saw a hand try to wrap around his thick cock. That’s when I realized it was my hand and my fingers weren’t even close to touching around his thick shaft. He groaned as he thrust in and out of my hand, doing most of the work. From his moaning I could tell that he was pretty close already.

I was in disbelief with Mike’s cock still in my mouth and Eric’s thick cock in my hand, not sure how it had got to this point. I wasn’t really sucking Mike at this point with everything going on so he was just thrusting deep in my mouth. I could hear him moan that he was close and I started to prepare for his cum.

Suddenly, Jason spoke, “We don’t want you cumming too fast, do we Mike?” I felt a hand on my head pull me off Mike’s cock and over to my right. Directly in my face was a new cock that was extremely hard, red, and long. I felt the hand pull my head toward it and I instinctively opened my mouth to allow it in. I looked up to see Jason smiling at me and still with his phone in his other hand.

“You’re amazing, Amy!” he said, as I heard Mike and Eric both moan. My hand was still wrapped around Eric’s cock and I looked back at Mike in shock with Jason’s cock thrusting deep into my mouth. Mike had replaced my mouth with his own hand around his cock and was stroking furiously. I heard Mike groan and felt a warm substance on my neck and chest. I felt a pair of hands grab my head and pull me back to my left and off of Jason’s long cock. My head was pulled toward Eric’s thick cock that my left hand was still stroking. As the thick cock neared my head, a burst of cum exploded from the head and hit me right in the nose. Before the next blast erupted, the thick cock thrust into my mouth and it was starting to fill with thick ropes of cum. I swallowed as fast as I could not knowing how much more there could be.

Suddenly my head was pulled back again and I felt cum hit my face and neck as I was directed back to my right. The long, red cock was thrust back into my mouth a few times before it was withdrawn and I stared at it as the first blast flew out, hitting me in the forehead. I closed my eyes as the hands just held my head in place and I felt cum shooting all over my face and running off my chin. After about a minute the hands released my head and I could hear lots of heavy breathing. I brought my hands up to my eyes to clear away the sperm. When I opened my eyes, Mike was holding Jason’s phone and all three guys were beside themselves, saying how amazing I was and thanking me over and over. I could feel the cum all over my face and running down my neck and chest. I looked down to see an incredible amount of cum all over my boobs and running onto my white tank top.

The guys found a towel for me to clean off with and as I finished Mike handed me another drink. “You know,” I said, “what I could use much more than another drink is some satisfaction. A lady needs attention too and I’m soaked…”

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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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Ass

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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Glenn steers the group to the show lounge where Billy Vader is just beginning his comedy act. He is while not raunchy is a bit risqué with some of his material. Glenn steers the group down to the front row and luckily there is a small table just to the left of the stage. Well with in the glare of the stage lights, which make you, feel uncomfortable and conspicuous. Glenn places you between the two of them facing to right looking at the comedian right side. Of course Billy Vader spies the girls attire and is already making head nods and facial expressions that insinuate his liking for what he sees. As soon as you settled in your seat with your legs crossed to try to at least show a little modesty, Glenn leans over and whispers in your ear, “Oh no honey, you need to uncross those legs.”

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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