Everything Inc.

How do you introduce the man you love to the other women in your life, when one of the things you love is how amazing he is for you in the sexual world? Johnny Athers (pronounced ath — hers, and don’t you forget it!) and I met when I was in college. I had become the gangbang go to girl for the frats on campus. If one of them had a party and wanted to get their pledges properly initiated, they got hold of me. Or if they had an alumni gathering (minus the wives), I was the party favor. And I would welcome every dick in every hole until either I was so full of come that I became too slippery to hold, or they ran out of come to give me. I didn’t care about a reputation or any stigma — I was perpetually horny and starved for attention (not realizing, until later, that no amount of sex was going to give me what I was really after).

Then, one night at one of those frats, as I took on cock after cock, as I swallowed load after load and was dripping even more splooge from ass and pussy, I met a man with a magic cock. To this day I remember how different his was from all the others. Not because he was built like a baseball bat — he was bigger than average but no donkey dick — but because from the minute he began using it to give me pleasure I knew it was unique. He used every hole I have — like many others — but unlike those others, it wasn’t just “shove it in and get my rocks off.” Most guys lose their conscious minds when you touch their dicks; most are in their own world, glorying in the micro feelings that happen on their cocks. At some point, even the greatest guys I had dated checked out when they were deep dicking me. Just when I wanted to be looking in their eyes and hearing them tell me how wonderful it was and what it felt like, it was as if their minds were taken over by their cocks.

But not Mr. Magic Dick! I didn’t even know his name — I probably can’t tell you most of the names of the guys who I fucked in those gang bangs, and most of the time couldn’t even recognize them if I ran into them on campus anyway! I remember how he eased the head of his big, cut cock into my mouth and slowly probed it. When I pressed my tongue under the head of it, relishing the slightly salty taste, he stopped moving to let me. When I was done with that his cock began to dance with my tongue. I know it sounds silly — but we were in synch like I had never experienced before. I let him press into my mouth and to the back of my throat and then he held still as I relaxed those muscles and began to take him deeper. He held still so I could work at my own pace, and eventually my nose was pressed into his trimmed pubes (smelling like man and baby powder at the same time) and I heard him let his breath out and moan. I felt that in my core (in addition to the dick banging my ass) and looked up as best I could to see him looking down at me.

Too many guys get their sexual skill set from porn — they think they need to dominate and humiliate. They’ve never been fucked, so they don’t understand how female plumbing works. Not this guy! He warned me he was about to come while I had him all down my throat, and he read my response correctly and let it come. I loved feeling that wondrous flesh sword jerk and twitch in my face. I came when he did that! I was amazed. And when he eventually made his way to my pussy and then my ass it was just as amazing.

Read the previous chapter if you want to know more about how, after that night, we finally got together with one another. And how we had come to know that we were going to be together and, at the same time, enjoy each other’s sex life with other people. And, after a month of so of being together, we finally got the chance. My roommate, Karen Demoans, knew about Johnny. I mean, I had stopped living in our apartment — I basically just stopped by to deal with stuff, and when I did, I wasn’t really there, mentally, and she picked up on that really fast. Karen and I were two of the “Four Queens” — our self-titled clique — in high school, along with Andrea Waters and Beverly Trichtel. Andrea and Bev went out of state to college and roomed together. I probably should dredge up some of our stories from senior year and the summer before college, but that will be later, if at all.

All three of them knew I was nuts about Johnny. Some of it from my behavior. Some of it from our regular calls with each other. They knew I had suddenly stopped living as the campus three-hole slut. They knew I met Johnny at one of “those parties.” I knew them well enough to know they wanted proof of his power. If this were a movie, you can probably predict a bunch of this stuff. But it wasn’t a movie — or at least, it wasn’t a PG13 rom com.

Johnny and I were sexually active and adventurous adults. I promised him I would do anything he wanted me to — and I promised to keep that promise. What we also knew about each other was that we both enjoyed being both voyeuristic and exhibitionistic. In other words, those gangbangs were as much about me showing off as they were a failed replacement for attention. I loved sex with Johnny, but missed kuşadası escort the kind of audience I had at those frat parties. And Johnny got off on watching me — and even on hearing me describe things. While he never said so, I suspect that given the power over me, he also enjoyed showing off. With all that in the background, it was time to introduce him to Karen. Karen, my roommate and BFF, who had had her share of cock but gave it up in favor of the flavor of women.

It was a Friday night, and I unlocked the door to my apartment.

“Karen, you home? You hungry?” I called out.

“Yes, and yes,” came the reply. “I’ll be right out.”

“Good, because we brought dinner!” I said, as I walked into the main room, a bottle of wine in one hand and a large paper bag of hot Asian food in the other. Johnny was close on my heels and as we looked down the corridor, we got a good view of a naked woman ducking into Karen’s room. I turned around to the look at Johnny and grinned.

“Pretty shapely, now that I see her,” I said, quietly. “Wonder what she was up to?”

Johnny walked over to the couch and pressed his hand into an indentation of the cushions. “Wet.” He sniffed it. “I suspect we interrupted something. We’ll have to make it up to her.”

“I can’t wait!” I said as I heard her door open, and in a minute, Karen came back down the hall. Dressed this time. But not excessively — it was obvious she’d gone for comfort — the lack of a bra was obvious as her very large boobs swayed under her sweatshirt. I couldn’t tell any more — her gym shorts didn’t give anything away.

“Karen Demoans, meet Johnny Athers. Johnny is my amazing, magic man. Karen is one fourth of the four queens. I’ll eventually introduce you to Andrea and Beverly. Say hello to her, Johnny.”

With that he stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her. She froze for a minute, but when she looked up into his eyes she relaxed. They stared at one another and it became a hug. She (being about 6 inches shorter) rested her head against his chest and there wasn’t any space between them. I found myself getting wet — this was going to be fun!

When at last the stepped back from their hugging, my sharp eyes detected a few things. First, Johnny’s cock was hard — although that seemed to be his natural state of late — and second, Karen’s big boobs had big nipples that weren’t visible before. Third, they were holding each other, side by side, looking at me, so I joined them and we had a three way hug. And it was more than how Karen and I had hugged as friends. She pressed her boobs against mine. He grabbed my ass cheek and stroked it.

“Hmm,” I said, looking down, “little Johnny likes this!” I gave his cock a squeeze through his pants. The look on Karen’s face was priceless — seeming shocked and intrigued simultaneously.

“Umm, what did you bring to eat?” Karen asked.

“Besides us?” I said with a grin. She turned an amazing shade of red and Johnny did something I can only describe as a combination of snort/laugh/choke. Maybe that’s a guffaw?

“Dinner is from Le Ho Fuk’s, near me” said Johnny. “Beef chow mein, stir fried mixed veggies, rice, egg rolls and more. Plus some great wine that will go well with it. And, of course, there’s us.”

“Maria, didn’t you tell him I’m gay?” asked Karen. “I mean, he’s handsome and all, but it’s not how I swing. Ya know?”

Johnny spoke up. “Oh, she mentioned it. But there are two of us — and at least one of us might fit the bill,” he answered. “And before you get weird about how you’ve known each other for years and it might ruin the friendship, and you’re sure she doesn’t and all that crap, don’t. Let’s eat dinner and drink some wine. You want to know about me since I’ve taken over one of your best friend’s life, and I want you to tell me the stuff about her she wouldn’t. Maybe even talk as if she isn’t here.” I watched his eyes light up and from the expression on his face saw he’d just gotten inspired.

“As a matter of fact, Karen, tonight it’s going to be just you and I. This one” he said, pointing to me — “is not going to say a word and will see to it that we have everything we need. Isn’t that right?”

I nodded my head and then dropped my chin to my chest. We hadn’t discussed this, but I loved how his mind worked! And, after all, I did say I would do ANYTHING for him.

“Good girl. Now, bring all this into the kitchen and get it ready, Then bring Karen and I glasses of that white wine. And leave your clothes in the kitchen. Understand?” I nodded, still looking down and playing the subservient. I was dying to find out how this was going over with Karen, but I was also up for Johnny’s game. I gathered up all the bags and bottles of wine and left the room. I could hear their voices in the background as I did, although I couldn’t make out what they were saying.

Once I got into the kitchen, I undressed and made a neat pile of my clothes. I had no problem being naked in general, and both of them had seen me that way. I slipped out of my sandals, took off my t-shirt, then unhooked my bra and immediately felt free. I still don’t understand what I’m supposed to get out of cramming my boobs into a harness. I’m a 34 D and can never seem to be comfortable in a bra anyway. I unzipped my jeans and slid them down, hooking my thumbs into my thong and taking it off at the same time. Folding my jeans, I removed that thong and was amazed at how wet it was — how wet I was. This was getting me excited! I stretched and caught a whiff — my excitement was obvious!

I placed the contents of the bags on the counter, got out serving dishes as well as place settings and set up the kitchen table. We had enough covered platters that everything was placed in them and waiting. Then I poured their wine and brought the drinks back into the living room. Karen and Johnny were seated side by side, arms around each other, and judging by the expressions on their faces they had been enjoying themselves. I placed their wine glasses on the table, then stood there, my head bowed, my hands by my side and waited.

“Tell me that doesn’t arouse you, Karen,” said Johnny. “It certainly turns me on. Doesn’t she have a great set of tits? The large areolae are so dark! Her nipples are so big. And isn’t that bald pussy pretty? Would you like to see it up close? I bet you would! Come here” he directed at me, and pointed to a spot directly in front of Karen. I moved there.

“Did you know she’s very limber, Karen? Pick up your wine and drink some, then put it by your side.” Turning his attention to me, he ordered “Do a back bend. Spread your legs, reach behind you and lean back until your hand are on the floor. Then don’t move.” I nodded my head and proceeded to comply. As I spread my legs I felt moisture seep out of my lips and run down my thighs! Then I bent over backwards, my boobs coming down to my shoulders and my pussy thrust forward towards Karen. I let myself simply breathe and relax into that position and then I waited, wondering what was next.

“Isn’t her pussy amazing, Karen? I love how clean it is — like a baby. See how her inner lips protrude through the outer ones? Don’t you love the contrast of colors? And look at her clit! I know guys with smaller dicks! And she loves it sucked. Just like she loves anything up inside her. What do you think?”

“Ah, um, I don’t know…” she mumbled.

“Bullshit” he said forcefully. “You want to nibble her clit. You want to fuck her pussy with your tongue. You want her to come on your face — it’s obvious. And you’ve wanted it for a long time, haven’t you?” He was suddenly a very dominant man and I was even more excited if that were possible.

“But I don’t know if she..” she started to say.

“If she’d let you? She will. If she’d think differently about you? She might. But one thing she won’t do is reject you or shy away. She will stay like that until I tell her differently. And judging by how she’s so wet you can see it on her lips, she wants you to go ahead. So show me how you’ve wanted her. Go ahead. Eat her.”

And that’s when I felt her hands on me. She began on my leg, running her hands on either side of one and then the other, from my knee up until just below my now aching pussy. Then her hands were running over my belly and across my stomach. I wanted to scream at her to do more, but I kept silent, biting my tongue. And then I felt her hot breath at my lower lips. She took her damn time, teasing me be almost touching me for what seemed like hours but was probably under a minute. And then I felt her tongue, gently licking the folds of my kitty. She kept teasing me — a lick here and then moving to another spot — when what I wanted was to have her clamp her mouth on my cunt and eat me with all her might. And then she stopped and I groaned in frustration.

Bent over as I was, I couldn’t see anything, but I heard the sounds of clothes coming off and hitting the floor. Then I felt the amazing softness of her breasts against my legs. I felt the hard points of her nipples poking my thighs. I held my breath, hoping she was finally going to finish what she started. I was startled at that moment as something poked my mouth. I opened my eyes and found myself looking up at Johnny’s magnificent big cock, hard and long. I opened my mouth and waited as he began to run it across my lips. Then as he put the head into my mouth I heard him say “Now, Karen” and felt her mouth on my pussy! It was exquisite and thrilling and I felt my pussy spasm in orgasm from just that contact!

As my orgasm receded, Johnny pulled his tool from my lips and reached under my shoulders to help me straighten out. He got me laying down on the carpet, feeling as if I were made of jello.

“Look at what you did, Karen!” he said. “You barely touched her and she came. Now I want you to come. Get over here and sit on her face. Let her return the favor, so to speak.”

“Has she ever…I mean, are you sure she’ll like it?” She asked.

“Not your concern. She’s ours to use, aren’t you? You can speak” he said to me.

“Anything you want from my Johnny. That’s what I want. If you want me to eat Karen’s pussy, bring it on! Come here, woman, and sit on my face so I can give you what you just gave me!”

And suddenly I looked up to see her sweet pussy settling on my face. She knelt on either side of my head and faced my feet. I had never eaten out a woman before, but hell, I had a pussy and I knew what I liked, so I relied on that to guide me. I must have been doing something right because soon I heard her moan and felt her hips move above me. I also felt Johnny’s hair legs straddle me. Wait! That meant she — my gay friend — was face to head with his cock! I felt them lean towards one another and gave up worrying about her. Or him. My jobs was to make Karen come, over and over so I applied myself.

First I did what she did to me — I teased her lower lips. Then I began to work my tongue over their folds. Then inside them. I licked from clit to her hole and back. I worked my tongue as deep into her hole as I could possibly go. I was using my tongue like a dick and fucking her with it as best I could, at the same time drinking up the juices that were flooding my face. And when I switched to manipulating her clit, she came. I had never squirted before. I saw it in porn, but thought it was some effect. I discovered it was real, and as Karen came I was drenched in the fluids she squirted. Eventually I pressed her up and off me so I could breath. I shifted her forwards, and discovered that tight little ring of her ass at the same time I heard the sounds above me. The sounds of a cock going in and out of a waiting mouth. The “gock gock gock” as it went deep, the slurping as liquids were dealt with, and the moans and groans of two people really into what was happening.

I could now hear, so I was able to hear Johnny warn her of his impending orgasm as he had once warned me. And her response must have been similar to mine, judging by sound her swallowing over and over, and Johnny moaning in pleasure. At that point I began to swirl my tongue around that tight little star between her ass cheeks. Let her get some reward for pleasing him, I thought. As her ass relaxed and my tongue penetrated, I reached with my hand to find her clit and play with it as I would my own until suddenly she was coming again and clamping her ass muscles down around my tongue. She finally relaxed and fell forward on my body, then rolled off.

I looked at Johnny and our eyes met. He was grinning like a kid in a candy store and so was I! We hadn’t planned this, but it was almost everything we imagined. This was going to be some weekend!

Eventually he reached down and grabbed my hand to pull me to my feet. Then he did the same for Karen and the three of us held each other. “Well,” he said, “shower first or eat first?”

“May I speak?” I asked.

“Yeah, you don’t have to keep silent anymore.”

“That bathroom isn’t big enough for all three of us in the shower at once. At least I can’t see it. So let’s eat first, especially because the food’s still warm — I hope. Build up our strength. Talk about what happened. Talk about what might yet happen. How does that sound?”

“We definitely have to talk about what happened” said Karen. “I mean, I can barely wrap my mind around it! I say let’s eat. I think we need to put towels on the chairs, Maria. You understand me?”

“You mean because you too leaked so much pussy juice?” said Johnny, grinning.

“Yup” she replied, grinning right back at him! “Now, let’s eat.”

We refilled the wine glasses (and I got one for myself) and dug into the various meals. As we were eating, Johnny spoke up.

“Tell the truth, Karen. When we arrived, were you playing with yourself in the living room?”

“Yup. I was. I had three fingers deep in my pussy and a vibe on my clit and I was so close to coming I almost didn’t stop.”

“Why DID you stop?” I asked, innocently.

“Well, it’s one thing to know that someone masturbates. And even to admit to others that you do. But somehow, I wasn’t ready for an audience. Especially since I had no idea how you would react. I mean, what would you do?” she asked.

“If I were in your position, I suppose I would have done the same thing. Then. But now, why don’t you show us how you play with yourself? I want to see it — a real woman, not a porn actress. And I bet Johnny does as well, don’t you?”

He nodded, and his cock began to straighten and grow. “But you should do it as well, Maria. Watch each other as you do it.”

I felt myself redden, but shrugged that off. “Okay” I said.

“Karen, do you play with your nipples? I do. I like to pinch them. Then squeeze them. Twist them. I wish I had more hands so I could do both boobs and play with my pussy at the same time. This is how I do it.” I put a boob in each palm. Or should I say I put a palm under each boob. Same, thing, right? Either way, I held my tits and took my nipples between the thumb and forefinger on each hand and began to manipulate them. In addition to the sensations, knowing I was showing off somehow had it be even more arousing. I was having a hard time keeping my eyes open and not surrendering to the sensations. I kept them open to watch Karen.

I hadn’t been down to visit you for two weeks, and now you were here in my University with me, after just meeting people from my floor, we were now heading into my room. When I had last visited you we unfortunately hadn’t been allowed to sleep together, and we didn’t get much of a chance to do anything. It was really good fun, just being around each other was perfect, but now we both had the desire for more.We entered my room and I closed the door behind us. I had cleaned up before coming to pick you up from the train station so it was clean.I showed you around briefly, very briefly considering the size of myroom, and then leant in to kiss you briefly.

I leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips as you slipped off your back pack and let it fall to the ground. I put my arms around you as you slid you arms around my waist and we kissed, closed mouth but very hard and passionately, my hands rubbing up and down your back as I pull away and we hug for a second. I can smell your perfume as I hug you and my warm breath against your neck causes goosebumps to go down your legs.

I smile and lean back in, this time our lips slightly parting as we kiss and our tongues touch each other, the sensation electrifying and sending chills down my back. I pull you in close and feel your body against mine as we slowly walk backwards and lay down on the bed. I lay down and you lay on top of me, the feeling of your slight weight on top of me making me smile. We continue kissing as I move your head to the side and lightly kiss your neck, gently biting it and nibbling on it, making you pull away because it tickles so much. We continue kissing as I drag my hands down your back to the rim of your shirt and slowly lift it up over your head. I throw it on to the floor and rub my hands up and down your back, your warm, soft skin making my hands tremble with desire. We continue making out as I flip you over, taking my shirt off as we do so, and then I lay down on top of you, the feeling of our skin against kuşadası escort each other driving me crazy. I am laying in between your legs, our crotches slowly beginning to grind against each other through our jeans. I am already hard and you can feel it pushing against you with each slow and subtle grind against you.

I continue kissing you for a moment before I move down and being kissing down your chest, stopping at your breasts, as you take your bra off and throw it on to the floor. I slowly circle one of your breasts with the tip of my tongue, breathing deeply so that my warm breath makes your skin tingle against the chilly air. I slowly circle my tongue round your breast, round the underside and up to your nipple, slowly licking it before I take it into my mouth. I enclose your nipple completely in my mouth, very lightly sucking and flicking my tongue over it, the feeling of you pushing your chest towards me making me harder and harder. My hand is busy lightly pinching and pulling your other nipple, grasping your breast and gently massaging it. You continue moaning as I switch breasts and do the same to your other one.

I then continue kissing down your chest, reaching the waistline of your jeans. I slowly lick along the waistline of your jeans as I undo them. You lift your hips up as I slide you jeans down and throw them to the floor. I then kiss your thighs, the soft skin feeling great against my lips. I kiss the inside of your thighs, slowly moving up one side and skipping across to kiss your other thigh. Your hands are curled up in my hair as you gently push my head towards your crotch. I feel the warmth against my face as I gently lick up your lips through your underwear, making you squirm slightly. I pull your underwear down and lick slowly up your vagina, my tongue splitting your already wet lips as it moves up and quickly flicks over your clit, getting me another satisfying little moan from you. I slowly insert my middle finger inside you, feeling the warmth and wetness as I quickly slip in a second one, too much into the moment to keep teasing you. I slowly slide them in and out before curving them upwards to hit the rough bump that is your g-spot. As I keep my fingers on it, pressing down and alternating the strength of my presses with gentle rubs, my tongue finds your clit and I enclose it in my mouth, sucking ever so slightly while flicking tongue horizontally across it. Your thighs clamp around my head as you get closer and closer to climax, my fingers now furiously pumping in and out of you, pulling over your g-spot every time I enter, my tongue still flicking over your clit and greedily lapping up the juices flowing out of you. As you start moaning louder and louder, you beg me to stop although we both know you mean the opposite. As you reach climax I pull out my fingers, despite the strength of your muscles clamped around them, and you squirt a small amount onto my face as you shudder in pleasure. I lick them up happily and look up at you, eyes closed and your mouth slightly gaping open.

I move up and lay down next to you as we lean in and kiss again. You roll on top of me, tearing my jeans and boxers off before I even know whats happened. My erect penis pops out as you grip it with your delicate hand. As I expect you to move down you instead turn round, your thighs either side of my head and your mouth now hovering teasingly over my erect penis. You lower your mouth on to it as the warmth and wetness of your mouth makes me gasp, my penis now straining for release already. You bob your head up and down quickly as your hand moves up and down my penis, your other hand cradling and fondling my balls, the feeling of your delicate fingers and nails scratching against my scrotum driving me crazy. Your insistence and speed with which you are sucking me tells me how horny you are, so I begin lapping at your vagina as my hands wrap up over you and grasp your perfectly shaped ass, pulling you down further on top me as I lick up your lips and hit your clit. You mouth bobs up and down on my penis, your tongue moving along the underside, and each time you take as much of me into my mouth.

After only a few minutes I am close to finishing, so pull you off me. The mood we are in makes it clear that we are not going to be doing anything calm and sensual, so I pull you up and bend you over my bed. You rest against my bed as I put a condom on, then come in behind you. I put my hands on your hips as you move a hand backwards to guide my penis inside of you. Once I feel that I am inside of you I plunge myself hard into you, all the way until I cannot fit in anymore. As I do so you let out a half pleasure half pain moan, the feeling of your tightness already putting me near breaking point. I pull all the way out and being thrusting in to you, my hands on your hips guiding you onto me hard and fast, your head now in between your elbows resting on the bed sheet, biting the sheets to stop yourself from screaming.

I keep going for longer and longer, gripping your ass tightly and occasionally dragging my nails down your back, one of your hands working furiously away at your clit. I can sense you coming to another climax just before you tell me, and the muscles inside you clamping around my penis force me to stop thrusting into you as your legs shake and I hold you up. I manage to mutter out through gasped breaths that I am going to cum just as I explode, forcing me to almost fall over as our climaxes wash simultaneously over us.

After a second I pull my penis out of you delicately, receiving a small moan from you as I do so. You lay on the bed and I go throw the condom away and clean up my penis as best I can. My bed is soaked in sweat, but we don’t care as we lay next to each other, my limp penis now laying against my thigh and gently resting against your knee which is wrapped across me, your soft hair resting against my chest as you fall asleep on me, soon following myself, the feeling of our hot, naked bodies pressed against each other making it one of the best sleeps I’d had in a long time.

That feeling you get when you think someone is watching you. That is the feeling I had when I was walking home the other day. I live and work in Washington D.C., a political hot bed yes, however, the town is over run with awestruck tourists as well. You can see it all as you stroll down the sidewalks or hop on the metro. At least during the day you can see everything. At night, despite the city being all aglow from the monument lights, the rare pocket of darkness can be peaceful. Not that night.

I had decided to change my shoes and take a walk before going home. Sometimes I revisit the Lincoln Memorial, the Vietnam Veteran’s wall, and the Washington Monument. Standing at the Lincoln Monument you can plainly see the Washington Monument pointing toward space and slightly behind it, the dome of the capitol building. It all looks so close but that is just an illusion. There is a metro station just down a couple of blocks past the Washington monument so I decided to walk by the reflection pond leading up to it.

There are lights lining the walkway and of course plenty of tourists. I saw a few families and a young couple. They were hanging on each other, kissing, and every now and then I saw her run her hand over his crotch as they walked. I rolled my eyes but inside I knew it was jealousy. It had been a long time for me. The men in this city are gay, married, or real pricks. I sighed and decided to go off the beaten path so they say. I walked up the slight hill and into the darkness of the park-like scene.

That is when I felt it. The sensation of being watched. There are always so many tourists around that the cops patrol all the time but I still had a little tingle in my chest that something was wrong. I held my head up high and looked around. I even stopped walking and turned around but saw nothing, so I trudged on trying to relax as I went. I was almost to the circle surrounding the Washington monument when I felt a hand come around to cover my mouth and a large body pressed to my back.

I began to struggle, to kick, to bite, to flail, to elbow my assailant in the gut but it was all in vain; I couldn’t move. The man was huge and solid and he tightened his grip on my mouth and the other arm came around my waist. I almost couldn’t breath he held me so tight against him and hot tears began to fill my eyes. Now, I abhor weakness, but at that point, I felt the kuşadası escort most helpless I had ever felt and all I could do was whimper and sag against him. When I did, he relaxed his grip a little and the hand that gripped my waist moved to my belly and began to rub slow circles. “Shh, honey, it’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. I won’t do anything you don’t want me to. Shh,” he said softly, as a lover would.

The hand covering my mouth loosened and began to caress my cheek and then my hair. I started struggling again but not as hard as the first time. “Are you fucking kidding me? I don’t want you to touch me. Let me go right now and I won’t fucking call the cops over and have you arrested,” I said with less conviction than I had intended.

He chuckled softly but continued his hypnotizing rubbing and caressing. The hand circling my belly now made a larger path, extending to the underneath side of my breasts and downward past the band of my underwear. Though I really knew I must be going crazy, I couldn’t help but feel turned on.

His hips started to push against me and I could feel his erection, hard and huge. His other hand drifted down and encircled my neck and squeezed slightly and then loosened. It was just enough to show how much power he had over me. I whimpered again and gave in to the sensation of being held. The night air was slightly cool against my face which was burning hot.

“WWWhat are you going to do with me?” I stuttered, resigned and excited.

The rubbing stopped and he murmured into my ear, “I’m going to fuck you ’til you scream.” A shudder ripped through me at his hot words and the breath that fanned my ear. He reached the tip of his tongue out to rim the inside of my ear to emphasize the truth of his words.

“Do you want me to fuck you here or some place more comfortable? Where do you want my cock, honey?”

Seeing as I am a very practical woman and would not want to get caught having sex in public, possibly get arrested for doing the nasty with a complete stranger, and wanting to see who was going to be my first in a long time, I chose the comfortable place. “Where can we go?” I asked softly as my rear end began to rub against his erection.

He groaned with pleasure and said, “I have a room, let’s go.” We walked back towards the Lincoln Monument and he hailed a cab. As we were walking, I was thinking how surreal this was – I was walking, almost hand in hand, with my rapist, however, I somehow needed this bit of adventure. I had not felt this small, helpless, and feminine in a long while and it felt good.

After getting into the back seat of the cab, the stranger gave the cabbie directions. His strong arm was around me the whole time and as we passed each street light I was able to get a look at him. He was very attractive and dressed in a suit, unbelievably. His smell, no longer diluted by the night air, was a subtle mixture of expensive cologne and aroused male. A very heady combination, indeed. He hadn’t looked at me but then as if he felt me staring, his eyes met mine and he smiled. The smile was enough to melt me. It was so intimate I felt like I was on a date with my lover. Instead I was falling headlong into a dangerous liaison with a complete stranger.

He continued to look into my eyes and then his lips met mine in a smoldering kiss. His tongue found the inside of my mouth and massaged every spot. My tongue couldn’t help but reach out and start to play. He licked at it and then started to suck on the tip. As he sucked, he flicked the tip of his tongue over the tip of mine and I felt the sensations straight down to my clit. I was dripping wet and swollen.

I wanted to encourage him as much as possible so I began to move my hands down over his flat stomach and past his belt. I finally found what I was looking for and began to rub his hard cock through his tailored pants. I was rewarded by an even harder, deeper kiss and both his arms came around me to pull me closer. His left hand found it’s way down my side, past my hip, and closed on my upper thigh.He encouraged me to drape my leg over his. By doing this my legs were now open a little to him. He took the opportunity to push my skirt higher and rub the inside of my thigh. Soon I felt him rub the outside of my panties, now completely soaked through with my excitement. I expressed my desire by unbuttoning his pants and slipping my hand in to feel his hot, smooth flesh. Still kissing my lips, then my neck, then my ear, he roughly pushed my underwear aside and pushed 2 fingers inside me. I almost came right there and it was a struggle not to cry out. His thumb began to rub my clit in small, tight circles as his fingers stroked firmly.

Suddenly, the cabbie cleared his throat and we realized we had stopped in front of the hotel. It was a good thing it was dark because my face was flaming. We immediately righted ourselves as best as we could, he paid the cabbie and we almost ran into his hotel.

Since it was late, there were not many people in the lobby or at the elevator. His hand was on my ass, occasionally slipping lower to go under my skirt to caress the backs and insides of my thighs. The elevator door opened, we stepped inside and when the doors closed, we turned into animals. He pushed me roughly up against the back corner of the small elevator. I tried to get as close to him as possible, raising my leg and wrapping it around him. My wet, hot pussy stroking his dick through his pants. Both of his hands were roughly kneading my breasts. He turned quickly to hit the emergency stop button. When he turned back to me he lowered to his knees in front of me and through my leg over his shoulder. I was trembling with need at this point. He ripped my underwear with a growl, and pushed up my skirt till it was bunched all around my waist. Then he just stared at my pussy. My pelvis was moving rhythmically toward his mouth, I could hardly wait for him to taste me. He smiled and then began to rub his mouth and nose over my curls. His hands came to my pussy to separate my swollen lips and then his tongue hit my flesh. I groaned aloud and whimpered,”oh yes.” I held myself up with one hand against the railing but the other hand came to massage his scalp and run my fingers through his hair while he pleasured me. His tongue and lips were working my clit and then he entered me with two fingers, then three, stretching me. The combination of him stroking my G spot and licking sent me into the most amazing orgasm I have ever experienced. He kept touching and sucking and licking all the way through until I was as limp as a rag-doll and so sensitive it almost turned to pain. Despite having been sent out of this world and back, I still desperately wanted his cock filling me. He stood up and kissed me – I could taste myself on him and I loved it. I licked at his tongue and lips to get more.

His cock was straining at his zipper and he almost looked like he was in pain, however, when I started to reach for him, he took my hand in his and righted my skirt with the other. He undid the emergency stop and we proceeded to his room.

We entered his darkened hotel room as lovers would have done, hand in hand, stroking and kissing each other. I couldn’t wait to have him inside me…

Many many thanks to Danielle for her edits

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The very fast train cut through the flat French countryside. The afternoon light was grey and the fields outside looked cold and wet. Distant villages whizzed through, as the train rushed past them, rushing to the channel. I poured some more blondish beer into my plastic cup and gazed outside. I like the fast train, the way it shakes, the humming of the massive engines, the slick design. Two hours fifteen from Paris to London, if only D’Artagnan had it, not to mention Hitler. In trains you can just think, look at the countryside sweeping past you and thank god you don’t live in one of those villages. I could even remember making this journey before they dug the tunnel, four hours to the coast, three on the ferry and another two hours to reach, tired and wet, a grizzly London. Look at us now – I looked at my window reflection standing in the café car.

The bar was filled with the usual crowd: business people heading back for the Monday meetings; American and Chinese tourists marveling at the most boring scenery possible; failed hipsters, like me, still unsure after several years whether they prefer the buzz of Hackney to the beauty of the Canal Saint Martin.

An English woman walked, somewhat unsteadily, until she reached the window and sighed with relief as she grabbed the counter. She was clearly English, it was just obvious. I don’t know how I could I tell it. I just could. The sandy hair, the good quality buy boring business dress and jacket, the way she struggled uncorking the small wine bottle she bought from the counter.

“Here, let me help you with that.” I presented my palm.

“Thanks,” she said, looking surprised.

“These shoes,” I said, gesturing to her stilettos and handing her the open bottle, “must not be very comfortable.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know the train moved so much. Thanks.”

She poured some red wine into her own plastic cup and looked outside, I sipped my beer. We were both looking outside, but observing the other in the reflection. Mid-thirties, I thought, but dressed like a grown-up. Pretty, in an English way.

“First time?”

“I’m sorry?” she looked at me.

“To Paris.”

“No, but the first time I’m taking the train back. I came with Easyjet.”

I smiled, “the train is classier, so you have never taken the tunnel?”

“Yes, definitely classier; and no, never taken the tunnel either. The thought is slightly scary actually.”

We went back to looking outside at the plains of Normandy, or Brittany or whatever it was. I leaned with my elbow on the counter and turned to her. She had a pleasant face, tasteful makeup, terrible golden jewelry. Her fingers constantly caressed her wedding ring. Something was troubling her. There was something glowing about her, but also anxious.

“It doesn’t actually go on the seabed , you know” I said, “it is a tunnel under the sea.”

“Oh, I know. Still, it’s an odd thought.” Her mind seemed miles away.

“Business trip?” I asked.

“What?” she blushed and touched her ring, “yes, yes…a meeting, I mean a conference.”

I nodded. She did not go on a business trip to Paris, not on the weekend. She drank some more, gulping the wine a bit too hastily.

“Well I hope you enjoyed the city, at least the weather was nice.” I set a trap.

“Yes…lovely.” She said, not looking at me.

This woman spent the entire weekend in the hotel room; the weather in Paris was dreadful, a grey and chilly November. I looked at her with curious eyes. She was, as the Brits say, fit.

“He took the plane?” I asked frankly.

“Yes…What? What do you mean?” she looked at me surprised and slightly angry.

I tried to sneer while drinking, my eyes fixed on her, but it quite didn’t come off as suave as I intended it.

“Oh…” she sighed, “he thought it would be safer. Is it that obvious?”

“You learn to notice these things,” I said with compassion, “there is nothing wrong about it.”

“Isn’t there? I’m not so sure. I’ve never done it before.” She looked at me somewhat pleading, “I’m afraid.”

“Don’t worry,” I smiled at her. “He won’t notice. Was it good?”

She looked back outside kuşadası escort and blushed, her face became radiant, “yes, it was great. Made me feel…” her words faded away.

“Well,” I also looked out, “you are a very pretty woman; you should enjoy yourself.”

She moved restless, as if the compliment somewhat jarred her. But finally she let it go and replied.

“Thanks, I’m just not sure I’m that type of a woman.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself; there is nothing wrong with it. It doesn’t mean anything if you don’t want it to. You had fun; I can see that, you’re radiant. Will you see him again?”

She sniggered, “Yes, tomorrow, in the office.”

“Ahh…” I said, “that makes things slightly more complicated.”

I threw the can and cup in the bin and turned around, resting my back to the window. The woman drank quietly as I watched the same landscape from the window across the car. Two elder American women were pointing at the distant church spire.

“We will be in the tunnel soon.” I said looking at my watch.

She turned to me and brushed some hair from her face.

“Did you just say I looked radiant?”

“Yes, I did. You seem somewhat…” I shrugged, “glowing.”

We stared into each other’s eyes for several seconds. I could feel something rising in me, an excitement.

“Thanks…” she finally whispered. “I’m…”

I put a finger softly on her lips.

“Shush…I don’t want to know.”

She nodded, our eyes still fixed. She swallowed her saliva and looked at the car’s exit.

The English woman, still somewhat wobbly in her inconvenient heels, walked to the electronic door, supporting herself on the various bars and panels. The door swished in a pleasing sound as it opened and we started crossing the train. At every car passage, she looked behind her, to confirm that I was still following.

“Stop” I said; grabbing her hand as we crossed another wagon.

I opened the small toilet cabin and looked inside, it was clean enough.

“In here.”

The woman looked around quickly, and ensuring that no one saw her, slid past me into the cabin. I came in glued to her and locked the door.

The cabin was very small. It was all plastic and pastels. It smelled, surprisingly, of nothing. We had to squeeze around each other, navigating between the basin and toilet. I dropped the lid and angled my lean body to fill all the space. This place wasn’t designed for more than one person. The panel lights struggled with the occupation, making the cabin dark but not obscure. Our faces were only a few inches apart, no other room available. My eyes looking straight into her blue eyes; I saw excitement, fear, arousal…

“You have pretty eyes.” She said.

“Thanks.” I replied, smiling.

Our mouths drew together, hesitantly, until they met timidly. I felt the cheap wine on her lips, her quivering, and then we pulled each other in passionately. We kissed hard, banging our heads against the plastic walls. Glued at the lips, I pulled her body to me and squeezed her.

“Oh…”she gasped, as my lips left hers and started kissing down her cheek and neck.

“This is so dirty…” she whispered as her fingers muddled by hair

My hands started unbuttoning her jacket, reaching underneath to caress her beige blouse. With some awkward elbow jerks, she took off the jacket and I hung it on the door’s hook as our mouths joined again. She managed to kick off her ridiculous shoes as her hand went around my waist and caressed my back. I pulled her blouse out from her skirt and started, with fiddling fingers, to unbutton it, finally touching her belly. Her hands started unbuttoning me as well. I could feel her long nails sliding under my shirt and over my chest.

The train around us shook as I knew we entered the tunnel.

Removing the last of her buttons, I spread her blouse open and looked at her round breasts in the white lace bra.

“This is her special bra”, I couldn’t help thinking, as I cupped each breast with a hand, feeling her nipples getting harder through the fabric.

She reached behind her, under her blouse, and undid her bra strap with surprising ease, letting it drop just enough for the nipples to emerge and me to dive into her cleavage.

“Oh…yes,” she murmured as I started licking the smooth skin of her breasts. I slid a hand between the loose bra and the flesh, feeling the softness. The woman put her hand on the back of my head and pulled me lower into her breast as I started nibbling on her nipple. I took as much of her tit in my mouth, pinching the other one with my hand, feeling the goose bumps on her aureole.

My other hand, in the meantime, started exploring beneath her skirt, pulling it up as far as possible and stroking her thigh. Slowly, working on one side at a time, I pulled her skirt until I could feel her underwear.

“Yes…touch me…..” I heard her whisper as my fingers brushed against her pelvis, feeling her getting wet.

Rising, I looked at her wildly and grabbed her beneath her waist. I lifted her slightly until she could rest on the small washbasin. Her foot, in stockings, pushed against the door frame as we kissed again and I stroked both her nipple and moist underwear. She reached down and unbuckled me, letting my trousers fall to the linoleum floor.

Holding her underwear with one hand, I pulled them to the side and was able to caress her. She shuddered as my finger contoured her lips and brushed her clitoris. Her own hand, , found its way into my underwear and was stroking my penis. Our mouths glued again as we explored each other’s hidden areas.

Finding a way into her, I slowly inserted a finger as my thumb was pressing her clit. She started moaning softly as she pulled me closer. The more I stroked her, the harder she held me; panting. Slowly, I bent lower and lower, kissing her neck, throat, chest, breasts, stomach until I reached her belly-button

Pushing her skirt, which was already mostly gathered around her waist, up, and pulling the underwear aside, I started licking her pussy. The English woman grabbed the handle fixed to the wall as my tongue explored her labial lips. I pushed further, sticking my mouth to her upper vulvae until I could feel her round clit, licking it with small and fast laps.

“Oh, your stubble…” I heard her murmur as she tried to maintain her balance on the tiny sink. “Don’t stop…”

Managing to push through a finger, I continued to lick her pussy and finger her until I could feel her shudder and whimper. Her leg rested on my shoulder as she passed her fingers in my hair, muttering in-comprehensively.

Slowly rising, I helped her down from the sink. She hugged me strongly, squeezing my lean body. I looked at her and kissed her, letting her taste herself. Breaking apart, she smiled at me wildly and pushed me back on the covered stool. I dropped back, banging my head on the wall as she jerked me to erection and slowly lowered herself on to my hard cock.

“Ah…” I moaned softly as the head of my penis touched her pussy. She pulled her skirt further up with one hand whilst guiding the head inside her. Now it was my turn to pant.

Slowly, she inserted it into her hole, licking her lips as I entered. My hands went to her breasts and I started massaging them as she continued to lower herself on to me. Her slit swallowed by penis as her thighs held her up, increasing the pressure on my member. I looked at her face as she arched backwards and let her sandy hair loose…Christ, what a sex machine. I could help wonder who this fool of a husband was that mistook this tigress for a domesticated kitten.

“Fuck me…” she moaned as her hips pushed her up and down my long cock.

Her hand went down and she started stroking herself as she was rattling with the movement of the train. I swallowed my abundant spit and as she buried her wet cunt all the way onto my penis, resting there for a moment, my cock plunged deep inside her. Looking at me wildly, she put her hand on my shoulder as I started to rock her up and down. We smiled at each other like naughty rascals.

“Yes…like this,” she whispered, “fuck me hard…”

Rocking her as hard as I could, I could feel the pressure being amassed in my scrota, hoping for quick release. I squeezed her nipples hard, seeing she enjoyed it, as her hand rubbed her clit furiously. Soon, she jerked again and collapsed on top of me as I pushed hard into her, feeling her orgasm subside.

Panting in my ear, she slowly retrieved her breath as my penis continued to jerk inside her. Leaning backwards, she looked at me again as I pushed her up, uncorking my shafts from her, and stood, somewhat unstable. She took a tiny step back in the crammed cabin until her back was against the basin and mirror again. I put my hand around her waist and turned her around. Understanding my intention, the woman arched her back, pulled her skirt back up and rubbed her pale ass on my pelvis.

“Yes,” she said leaning against the mirror, “take me like that.”

Gulping as I saw the reflection of my sweaty face in the mirror, I pulled the string of her panties away and slid my cock between her thighs to her wet, hot hole. Grabbing her hips, I pushed forward and buried the full length of my dick in her.

“Ahhh…” we both moaned simultaneously as her buttocks squeezed against my waist. I leaned forward and started licking her ear as she grabbed the door handle and pushed into my cock.

I started penetrating her vagina in slow and strong and deep strokes, feeling my cock gliding between her thighs every time. Her hand went down as she stroked herself and my shaft. I grunted and increased the speed.

“Yes…like that…” she whispered as my palms squeezed her ass-cheeks and my prick entered her harder and faster. “Fuck me hard…”

Obliging to her needs, I flattened her against the mirror and penetrated her with strong, deep thrusts. My hand slid again to her belly and breast, clutching her tit as I felt the orgasm building in me.

“Merde…” I grunted again as I fucked her faster, feeling the spunk driving through my shaft. She came again and started a series of loud shrieks. My hand went to her mouth to muff the sound and she bit me.

Pumping in and out of her lovely pussy, I was fully taken by the fucking. My cock, feeling its role was nearly done, pushed as far as it could inside her before pistonning out again. My tip felt charged as the cum was pushing to explode out. I started three final thrusts before the sudden release of ejaculation took me. I moaned as I fucked her as fast as I could, draining my spunk to the max. I could feel her twitching underneath me, gyrating her bum on my pelvis as I clutched to fill her to the max. I felt weaker and weaker, slowly dropping on her back, as my hips continued to drive slower and slower thrusts into the woman. Finally, I was almost breathless, struggling to find balance as I straightened up and supported myself on one of the numerous cabin handles. I gulped, trying to restore my balance, and absently wiped my cock on her ass.

We were both silent for a while. The woman started cleaning herself with paper towels and I did the same. Slowly, she turned around, looking at me. Her hair was a mess around her face, but her eyes were shining, bright blue. I sighed with relief in post-orgasmic calmness. I started saying something; but she softly put her finger on my lips and nodded. I nodded back.

Pulling up my trousers and closing my belt, we managed to move around in the cabin until I was near the door. I opened it slowly, checking if there was anyone outside, before looking at her again. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back, very briefly, and jumped out of our cabin to the toilet cabin on the opposite side of the train corridor.

Once inside, I sat on the stool and retrieved by breath…I looked at my watch, we must have already passed the tunnel and would be in London very soon. I washed my face and cock, tried to comb my hair and look respectable. Then relieved myself and tried to regain my calm.

When I finally left the cabin, I could already see the outskirts of London through the window. The other cabin was empty, no trace of us remaining. Still a bit unhinged, I walked back to my seat and sank in it, watching as the fields gave way to suburbs, buildings, other trains. We whizzed by suburban stations, watching as the people waited for their local connection.

An elegant woman in a dark business suit and beige blouse brushed past me as she walked down the aisle, dragging an overnight suitcase. I looked up as she continued to the doors; she was rubbing her wedding ring with her finger. For a second, I thought she looked back at me, just as I heard the train manager announce that we are approaching St Pancras, where this train will end.

I woke up and was immediately aware of how sticky I was. I’d masturbated the whole prior day, pretty much, which meant a lot of lubricant and my own juices had accumulated. It was a nice reminder in and of itself of the magnificent arousal and high I developed during that day. And it was in no uncertain terms that much more wonderful having had my friend Rose here to witness me in this kind of bliss. The good thing was that this new day was also a day off. And it tended to be like this: a really good session would inspire more of the same kind of arousal

I took a languorous shower and then got “dressed” in another of my tight, waist length “masturbation” shirts. I knew this was going to be a good day of masturbation, whether or not Rose was going to be around. Which raised the question of what her plans were for the day.

I spent some time at my masturbation computer reviewing and organizing some of the photos I was going to masturbate to, spreading my legs wide. The view from the mirror across from the station was good. It occurred to me I could spend some time doing a photoshoot today, which is a ritual I started many years ago when digital cameras first came out. I applied lubricant and started masturbating to a particular cam site that I’d grown fond of.

Lost a bit in the focus on beautiful women masturbating for an audience, I didn’t notice Rose had gotten up and padded to the living room.

“How’s it going?” she asked, rather non chalantly, considering I was masturbating actively at that point.

“I’m good. Did you sleep ok?”

“Totally. Really good. Kind of amazing, given all the times I’ve hung out here, that never have slept here!”

“So what’s this?” Rose said, gesturing toward the screen showing the cam site.

“It’s a cam site. Have you heard of them?”

“Nah… well maybe. I’m vaguely aware of them. What do they do?”

“They show themselves, usually for tips. There is a currency they receive from their avid fans.”

“Wow. You should do that!” she said, really understanding how much I enjoy being watched.

“Wellll, I have been on there, but it’s too weird for me. I like being watched, but really only by folks who I know, you know? The cool thing is these women on here are very open and essentially engage in edging, which, you know, you usually only think of as a guy thing,” I said, casually stroking my penis, just inches away from Rose. She seemed really comfortable being in that proximity to my wet and glistening penis.

“That’s interesting. Yeah, I haven’t even been able to get my head around the idea of delaying the orgasm that much. I know you say it’s intense. I guess I think for me it would be frustrating.”

“Yeah, well I have my hand around my head,” I said, and we both busted up pretty hard.

“Yeah, it’s not even close to frustrating. Like a total joy. I wish I could show you somehow how it feels, but I guess it takes a commitment to get there. I suppose the girls on this site have an incentive to keep it going longer and to hold out their orgasm as a carrot for tips. But I also get the feeling some of them are enjoying staying aroused over a longer time period.”

“She’s really beautiful,” Rose said, as she studied the screen. It showed one of my favorite cam girls, who was casually talking to her “subjects” and pushing a dildo in and out of her vagina.

“Yeah a lot of them are. I think it’s so interesting how so many porn performers are stunningly beautiful. It was rare 30 years ago.”

“I guess nudity and sex are much more mainstreamed,” she said.

“Yeah I guess so. I don’t have the experience of feeling it mainstreamed, since my sexuality is so different.” I was lightly caressing my penis as Rose looked on at the action on the screen.

Rose snapped out of her reverie. “So,” she said. “I’m dying for one of those hot fresh muffins at Ground Up. Do you want to go or stay here and keep going?”

“No! I’m absolutely up for going.”

“You sure? You look like you’re pretty into it,” she said grinning while staring straight at my hard, wet penis.

“No, I want to go. Let me throw something on.” I brought my spread legs together and hopped up, trotting to my bedroom to change.

I came out in a set of thin exercise pants and a less immodest shirt. I was still hard, which caused Rose to raise her eyebrows.

“Don’t worry, it’ll go down,” I said, us both laughing.

We spent an hour and a half at Ground Up talking about everything under the sun. She was definitely in a bit of a funk about her breakup. I couldn’t possibly imagine someone being willing to let her go. I even said that. She blushed a bit, thanked me, and changed the subject.

After she’d gone back and forth on text messages a few times, she said, “Well Kendra and I are going to have dinner tonight. Is that cool with you?” Kendra was one of her other good friends.

“Of course. You have a key, so come and go as you please.”

“Do you have any plans?”

“No, I was maybe going to go to Yoga or Pilates this afternoon, but nothing else. I’m pretty sure I’m just going to stay at home and masturbate. kuşadası escort I’m motivated, and I have a new show that I want to masturbate to” I said, rather matter of factly.

“That’s good, What show is it?”

“It’s a kind of Baywatch-resurrected kind of show.”

“Oh cool. Lots of hot bodies, I assume.”

“Yes!”

“That muffin was sooo good. I have to move back here, just to have those.”

“Well, I would be very happy if you came back. I was kind of bummed when you left.”

“Why didn’t you say anything,” she asked, almost a little peeved.

“Well, you were in love,” I said wanting a little bit to make quotes with my fingers. Only because I never thought the guy was much of anything, which wasn’t to diminish her loss.

“And I,” I continued, “was in some ways not the greatest friend. Busy with work, then otherwise fairly isolated in my masturbator existence. And then when you came and checked it out, so without judgement, I felt really close to you.”

“Well, no,” she said, “you’ve been a great friend. And I felt really close to you too. I can’t imagine a negative judgement about what you do, but maybe I’m just kinkier than you thought,” she said with a grin. “But seriously-and I’ll keep saying it-I love your thing. It’s beautiful. And it’s an inspiration for me.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. It makes me horny, and it makes me think about how I could evolve.”

“Really? Like you’d masturbate to it?”

“Oh yeah. Absolutely. It’s hot. And I wonder if I should stretch myself into some new things, especially like in terms of solo sex.”

“How often do you masturbate?”

“Oh like every day.”

“Really? Wow.”

“Is that surprising?”

“Yeah, I guess i thought you were more kind of, I dunno, restrained than that. You seemed so nonplussed with my arousal, like you’re kind of impervious to it.”

“No, not so much. Do you remember that time I changed bathing suits when I was hanging out with you during your session?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I did it because I was so wet. I was a little embarrassed.”

“Oh man, I think that’s beautiful. You shouldn’t have felt embarrassed. Wetness is completely awesome.”

We talked a bit more, then went back to my place. Rose flopped down on the couch and started checking emails on her phone.

“I’m going to go get undressed,” I said casually, heading to my room.

I changed back into my masturbation outfit and came back into the main room. It was an open affair, with a kitchen to one side, a sunken living area and the area where my masturbation station was.

“You’re not hard!”

“Yeah, I haven’t gotten going yet.”

“You’re always hard,” she said, teasingly.

“Hardly… ” I said with a guffaw. “It’s still awfully nice to be nude though!”

About a half hour later after I’d slowly gotten into my session, Rose announced she was going to go to a noon Yoga class and then meet an ex-colleague for lunch. She came out in a particularly alluring yoga outfit consisting of a yoga tank and gray almost-sheer yoga pants.

“You know, I can understand a little,” she said, coming to sit down in the chair across from my masturbation chair, “liking the nudity. I got these yoga pants and they feel amazingly nude.”

“Have you ever tried nude yoga?”

“Pfft, not a chance,” she said. And I knew it was kind of a ridiculous question. It’s why I didn’t see Rose as particularly imaginative sexually-why I didn’t think she was even turned on by my masturbation. A lot seemed like a curiosity to her, but at a distance.

“I think I’d like to try it.”

“Yeah,” she said teasing again, “cuz you wanna watch the girls.”

“Absolutely,” I said, now stroking my penis harder. “I’d love to see women in real life doing yoga nude. It would amazing. But the buzz kill is I wouldn’t get to masturbate to it in real life!”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I think you already have a sense of my kinks,” I said smiling.

Rose left, and I enjoyed watching her body as she walked toward the door.

I spent most of the afternoon masturbating and taking some videos of myself. I found some terrific nude pictorials that I was able to focus on very deeply. I reached a blissful state of elevated consciousness by about the 3rd hour. And then I took a nap. I woke up to a text from Rose that she was going to kill time shopping until dinner time.

“Hope you’re having fun :)” she wrote at the end of her text.

I resumed masturbating just before dinner time, so I made some light dinner while stroking myself in the kitchen. After dinner, I set up my best camera so as to do some masturbation photography. I was incredibly aroused, just even in trying to get the right camera angles and lighting. My penis was exceptionally hard, and I had settled into a profound high of arousal. This, I was thinking, was one of my most sensual times ever.

I was posing for a shot with my legs spread, having a little trouble with coordinating the timing of the camera shutter and doing poses.

Rose walked in. Her eyes were raised, with a look of bemusement on her face.

“What’s up here?”

“I’m doing some photography.”

“Erotic photography, I can see.”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“Hang on.” She walked over to where the camera was set on a tripod and unfastened the camera.

“Allow me,” she said in a very businesslike way.

She instructed me to go sit on the couch. I was harder and wetter than ever.

“Spread your legs,” she instructed. I did so, putting one leg up on the couch. I went to stroke my penis and she said “No, not yet. I want to just get the casual pose.”

We spent the next 20 minutes trying different poses. I couldn’t wait to review them and masturbate to them.

“How about a selfie with both of us?”

She was most concerned with security, but I pointed out she wasn’t the one nude and masturbating. We took a bunch of us sitting next to one another, casually interacting as if it were perfectly normal for a man masturbating next to a gorgeous, clothed woman.

“You’re unbelievably hard. Did that really excite you?”

“Totally,” I said, as I masturbated, full-fisted and with strong strokes.

I got the edge of coming, so I abruptly stopped, shuddering a little.

“Close…” I said a little breathlessly.

“Do you need to come?”

“No, I just got into it and reached the edge.” I was obviously fully into an edging routine, which she understood the nature of well, having seen me do this a few times.

Apparently Rose had had an early dinner with her friend and was in for the evening. She let me know she was going to go to her room and check emails and make a couple of changes to her resume. This was fine with me, as I was eager to review these pictures we’d just taken. It was profoundly erotic to have her help producing them.

I took a break about 30 minutes later and slumped on the couch, absently watching one of the network dramas I sometimes would masturbate to. It was notable for some really beautiful lead actresses, and was the sort of soft-core material I liked to spend time with when I wasn’t masturbating to more explicit material.

I was casually caressing my penis on the couch when Rose walked out, rather nonchalantly, wearing a bra, panties and pumps.

“Oh my god…” I said.

She sat next to me very close and crossed her legs.

“I thought I’d put this on to help you. Is that ok?”

“Oh my god yes it is ok…”

I could smell her perfume. And her sweat. And it was amazing. I was actively masturbating, while looking at her, trying not to be too obvious about looking at her gorgeous body.

“You can look. It’s ok.”

“I feel funny.”

“I like it. It’s ok. I want you to masturbate to me.”

“You smell amazing,” I said.

“If that helps, too, I’m glad.” She said as she briefly laid her head on my shoulder. “Why don’t you go back to your porn, and I’ll fix us some dessert. Do you want to have your cum on it?”

It sounded like a good idea to me. I had shared this particular kink with her before. I imagined-no Ii knew in fact-it would gross out a lot of women. It was a damning evolution in my masturbation practice because I had so strongly sought the idea of finding acceptance of my practice. So when I started including eating my semen as a ritual, I was even less likely to find a female life partner who would accept my masturbation practice in its entirely.

I couldn’t help but watch Rose’s incredible, round buttocks swaying in her panties as she walked toward the open kitchen. I was masturbating fully and actively,

I moved my focus to a lesbian video that i had had running in an infinite loop in the background on my second monitors.

“Can you come over here?” Rose called from the kitchen area.

“Sure.” I got up immediately and continued masturbating as I walked over there.

Rose had prepared two nice bowls of ice cream.

“Do you think you’re close enough to come on these?”

“These? You want it on both?”

“I’m thinking about it. I think maybe it would only be fair if I shared in the same thing with you.”

“Wow.” I was caressing myself just casually as we talked.

“So do you think you’re ready?”

“I can milk some out. It always tricky to not orgasm fully.” I was referring to my technique-and that of many men who eat their semen-of just getting the semen to come out without having a full orgasm. I’d spent a lot of years perfecting it.

“I think I’m under pressure now,” I said bemusedly. “I usually am in charge of the timing of this.”

“Just look at my body,” she said, so supportively. With that, she stood back and posed a little, then swiveled around and bent over, so I could easily see the outlines of her pussy from behind.

“I think,” I said, very slowly caressing myself, feeling the semen come up. “That helped a lot.”

She turned back around and watched as I steered my penis over the first ice cream bowl and let a little semen out.

She nodded yes, so I continued stroking lightly and milked some more semen into her bowl. I had to stop before orgasming completely.

It was unbelievably arousing to watch her without any flinching dig into the bowl of ice cream. She smiled at me the whole time. I almost forgot she was standing there in panties and a bra. My penis was still completely hard, so I pointed at it and asked, “Do you mind?”

She assented with an enthusiastic nod.

As I resumed caressing my penis, I said, “That is just so ridiculously hot watching you eat it.”

“It actually tastes quite good with vanilla ice cream.”

“I can’t believe I’m standing here while you eat my semen.”

“Well you’re eating it too!” She said, giggling.

“Yeah, but we haven’t even kissed or anything.”

“We can kiss.” She leaned in and I did too, almost reflexively, and opened our mouths, cummy and sweet from the two mixed ingredients.

After a minute of french kissing, our lips parted.

“Why did you stop masturbating? I thought it would help you.”

“It did! That’s the problem-I was gonna cum!” I said, a little hysterically.

“So kissing helps you!” Rose said, kind of self-satisfied that she’d uncovered it.

“Sure as hell does,” I said, as I started caressing my penis again.

“That’s good to know,” she said smiling, looking at me in a rather romantic way. This was a fantasy come true.

“So,” she continued, “do you want to masturbate to me some more?”

‘”I absolutely do,” I said, slowing my stroking to a light caress.

“Let’s go into the living room and I’ll pose for you,” she suggested, leading the way. I walked behind her, continuing to caress myself.

“What would you like first?” she asked, so earnestly wanting to please me.

“Man, I am salivating at thinking of all the options,” I said, a little dreamily.

She got on the coffee table on all fours, her rear facing me at about 45 degrees.

“How’s this?” she asked as she arched her back a little.

“Its fantastic,” I said, almost involuntarily speeding my stroking.

“I’m not much of an expert on porn, but I am hoping I can come up with some good poses for you. Why don’t you sit and masturbate?” she asked.

I was just staring at her body and kind of forgot it was an opportunity to relax and take it in, so I sat down on the couch and brought one leg up, spreading my legs wide. My penis was leaking precum with renewed intensity.

Rose instinctively turned over, spreading her legs wide, almost to meet the luridness of my pose. I was lightly caressing myself, as this intensity of arousal was like mainlining a drug; I was so hard and so sensitive and could have come with any amount of vigorous stimulation.

I could see a wet spot forming on her crotch, which was plainly visible.

“I can tell you are enjoying this,” I told her, kind of gesturing at her pussy.

“I have a spot, don’t I?”

“Yes you do.”

She briefly brought her legs together, with a little shrug of embarrassment.

“No, don’t be shy. It’s so beautiful. This is intensely arousing for me.”

“You like it?”

“Yes. So much. If I could eat your juices, as I do mine, with food, well, or just straight, it would be so wonderful.” I had to stop stroking for a few seconds to prevent myself from ejaculating. I was so on the edge. But this of course was the beauty of edging.

Rose continued to try new poses, all of which were fabulous. She noted I was just barely stroking myself, and I explained how close this was taking me.

“You know,” she said, now sitting next to me on the couch, her skin close to mine, intent upon watching my masturbation while I essentially stared at her body. “I should do yoga for you.”

“God,” I said with almost an involuntary grunt, “that would be amazing.”

We continued chatting while I masturbated, casually, almost absentmindedly, until I finally came. The semen went everywhere, including on Rose’s skin and panties. She seemed rather proud, rather than disturbed about being hit

Her panties were quite wet, I noticed as she got up and walked to the kitchen to get a paper towel for both of us, the wetness extending from the crotch area all the way to her rear.

“You’re really wet,” I said, pointing out what must have been obvious to her.

“Yes! I really am.”

“Don’t you want to masturbate?” I asked, concerned about any pent-up arousal she may have had.

“I might, but not unlike you, I can actually sustain arousal without absolutely requiring an orgasm,” she said quite dispassionately. “This was amazingly fun and exciting.”

“I’m so glad. For me, too,” I said as I wiped myself with the towel. My penis was starting to go down at this point.

“Does it bum you out when you finally come?” she asked.

“Sometimes,” I said, appreciative that she took such an interest in my experience. “Usually I love to extend the pleasure, but sometimes I get tired enough that the orgasm and ejaculation make perfect sense.”

She sat right next to me, skin-to-skin on the couch and she put her head on my chest. I was a little taken aback at this almost romantic gesture, though it wasn’t lost on me that she had a few moments earlier french-kissed me passionately. I’d been so into my masturbation that I hadn’t really thought of the consequence or meaning of it.

(This chapter continues the story of TV anchorwoman Lisa Marvell. It will be helpful to read Chapters 1 and 2 first.)

*

The Friday Night Special Edition broadcasts with Lisa Marvell were a ratings success, with the “red carpet” segment getting the largest number of viewers yet. Each week Lisa had appeared in the studio in some new and more daring outfit. But this was commercial television, and there was only so far she could go with that idea. So producer Bill Reinhart began pushing for a change in format that could expand the range of possibilities. “We’re coming up against the limits of what Lisa can get away with live on air,” he had explained. “I want to see some ideas about features that can be shot outside the studio and edited in advance.” The writers had been given the assignment to come back with a list of stories that could be handled that way, and by the weekend, Bill and Lisa had checked off four or five that they thought could be made to work.

In reviewing that list of ideas, Lisa realized she had to make some choices about just how far she really was willing to go with this. As long as she was appearing in the studio, she was protected by what the rules of broadcasting allowed. She could push those limits, but it wasn’t within her power to break them. But now, with a switch to features that would be shot outside the studio and edited later, she could do — and show — pretty much whatever she wanted to and then simply edit the footage in a way that made it safe for broadcasting. So, the question that confronted her was this: just how much did she want to bare for her reports?

Lisa spent most of the weekend following the “red carpet” special pondering that question. One moment she was convinced that they could sustain the ratings boost they’d seen by simply continuing to come up with new ways for her to tease her viewers with revealing outfits. But the next moment she’d remember the secret thrill she’d felt going braless on camera, dropping her skirt on air, or appearing almost naked in a see-through dress, and she wanted to keep going farther. Finally, she realized that the only way to handle this was to put herself in a situation where the camera was on and she was filming the story. Then, she’d see if she really had the courage to show even more of herself to others. In a late night phone call with Bill, they settled on the ground rules that would allow her to keep all options open.

When the team convened Monday morning to outline the plans for that week’s Special Edition, Bill began by reviewing the general plan. “We’ve decided that going forward, we’ll have Lisa do a series of interviews with women whose regular activities involve some sort of nudity. Our writers have given us the clever line of women who ‘dare to bare.’ And each featured report will involve giving Lisa the opportunity to join in.”

“So,” Lisa continued, “this week I’m going to interview a woman who poses naked for an art class. I’m going to talk to her about how she got started doing that, what she likes and dislikes about it, and in general how she feels about modeling.” She paused, and blushed slightly. “Then, I may decide to take a crack at it myself.”

One of the stage crew emitted a low whistle, and Bill jumped right in. “We’re going to have some pretty strict rules around this. First, everyone keeps their mouths shut. We’ll be shooting days in advance but I’ll control the timing of when we publicly announce the particular interview for that week.”

“Second, the video that’s shot never leaves this studio.” He turned to look at Clayton and George, the camera crew that he had assigned to this week shoot. “Clayton, I’ve known you for more years than either of us wants to acknowledge, and I know I can trust you. And you’ve vouched for George,” he said, turning to the young assistant. “So, I’m sure that will go well. But if footage shows up where it shouldn’t be, you’re both out of a job.”

“Finally, and most important of all, Lisa has absolute say on what she does during the filming and what makes it into the final cut. She’s selected Tony to work with her on the editing, but she calls the shots. I’ll review it and approve it for airing, but only the footage that she okays makes it into the final broadcast.” Bill paused a moment and looked around the room. “But for now, the plan is to do an interview with an art school model. Anything else is strictly up to Lisa, and she will make that decision on location.”

He looked directly at his star reporter as she nodded in agreement. “Any questions, team?” he concluded. “If not, let’s get to work.”

*****

The next day, Lisa, Clayton, and George met at the station and headed across town to the art studio where they were going to film the afternoon class on “sketching the human nude.” On the drive over, Lisa thumbed through her notepad, apparently checking to see if she had all of her questions ready for the interview. In fact, she was trying to avoid any conversation with the camera crew görükle escort as she grappled with the decision about how far she would go with today’s report. Could there be some alternative to posing totally naked — appearing perhaps with a sheet or towel carefully draped over her? She tried to imagine how that might come across in the report, but finally she had to dismiss that possibility. “The audience would think I’d chickened out,” she thought to herself. “And after all, the class is called the human nude.”

As they pulled up to their destination, Lisa and the crew were greeted by the studio owner, Michael Lancaster. Aware of the free publicity that this report could generate for his business, he had gone out of his way to prepare for the visit. Michael had arranged with their model, Beth, to be interviewed before the class, and he already obtained signed permissions forms from her as well as all the students giving their consent to be shown on camera. As he handed over the paperwork to Lisa, he explained that he would be leading today’s class and proceeded to show George and Clayton where they could set up without interfering with the session. Lisa looked up to see Beth, barefoot and wearing a modest robe, approaching her. In contrast to the calm demeanor of the model, she could feel her own sense of nervousness and fear growing. Her other broadcasts had left her wearing at least a small amount of clothing. But now — within the next hour — she was going to have to decide whether she was content to simply report someone else’s description of how it felt to be a nude model in an art class or if she was going to follow through and experience it first-hand.

All of her instincts told Lisa that it was her direct involvement that would really make this story — indeed it was what would make the whole series of interviews — work. She had to become one of the women who “dared to bare.” It would make for terrific television, and she could imagine how the ratings would go through the roof. She also knew that she would be exposing herself to a roomful of strangers as well as to the camera crew that she worked with every day. A sudden sense of excitement came over her, like a surge of electricity going through her body. “Yes,” she realized, “I’m going to strip completely naked in front of this class and stand there for thirty minutes while they study every bit of my body.” A warm glow engulfed her, and she knew there would be no turning back.

“Okay,” Lisa began, calming herself as she motioned to a table where she and Beth could be seated. “The crew is setting up and we’ll do the interview here. Then, we’ll film part of the class and get some comments from the students. At the end, I’ll probably get back to you with a few final questions. And we’ll be choosing our angles in the classroom to avoid any direct view of your body. So, no need to worry there. And we can pixilate anything that gets through when we edit the footage. Sound okay?”

“No problem,” Beth replied. I’ve been doing this for over a year now, so the nudity thing is no big deal for me.”

“Good,” Lisa responded, “then let’s get the camera over here and start the interview.”

For the next ten minutes, with Clayton and George keeping a camera on each of them, Lisa went through all the basic questions — how Beth got started (she replied to an ad posted online through the local college where she was a student), why she did it (the money was good and the hours flexible), and what was her least favorite part (holding a pose for a long period of time without moving). The model, an attractive brunette in her early twenties, turned out to be both thoughtful and articulate, an ideal subject for a television interview.

“So tell me,” Lisa asked as the conversation concluded, “you’re sitting here wrapped up in a full length robe, and in a few minutes you’re going to remove it and be naked in front of fifteen or twenty people you’ve never seen before. What does that feel like?”

“It feels great, actually,” Beth replied. “I feel like I’m helping them with their work, that I’m part of what they’re trying to create. They’re all very serious about this and they couldn’t do it without me. You should try it,” she added, “if you really want to know what it’s like.”

Lisa realized that Beth’s line was a perfect set up for what she was planning, so she looked straight into the camera and replied, “Hmmm, seems like someone has just offered me a challenge. Let’s see if I decide to accept it.” With that, they wrapped up the interview and started moving the equipment into the classroom where students were busy setting up their easels and getting out their materials.

Michael came up to Lisa and took her aside. He had been told by Bill that Lisa might want to pose for the class but that no decision had been made. The instructor was certain that a prominent local TV reporter would never want to get naked in this situation, but taking full note of Lisa’s stunning appearance, he thought bursa sınırsız escort bayan it couldn’t hurt to offer a few words of encouragement. “Look,” he said, “I don’t want to put any pressure on you, but we’d love to have you stand in as a model. We usually take a break about halfway through to change poses and you could consider taking over from Beth at that point. You don’t have to commit to anything now,” he continued, “but if you’re thinking of it, you’ll need to get out of your clothes and put on a robe. You can always see where clothes have been pressing against your skin, and it can take twenty minutes or so for those marks to disappear.”

Lisa glanced down and remained silent, deciding that as a matter of professional pride it was best not to appear too eager. Seeing her hesitation, Michael thought that perhaps he had gone too far with his suggestion and was about to apologize when Lisa looked up at him and replied, “Good idea.” His face must have betrayed his surprise and pleasure, because she quickly added, “Best to be prepared in case I do decide to do some modeling. We can shoot some footage now of me going into the changing room and have that ready if we decide to go with it in the final piece. Thanks for the suggestion.”

Clayton and George looked as surprised as Michael, but they lost no time in making their way down the hallway and into the room designated for the models. Several dressing screens were set up, and Lisa inspected them all looking for one that was just high enough to cover her breasts. “Perfect,” she smiled as she ducked behind it and peered back over to the top at the camera crew. “You guys can shoot from out here and I can provide some narration while I change into my robe. Let’s go, boys.”

In just a few minutes, they had the video rolling. Lisa was shown walking down the hallway, a robe over her arm. “Beth arrives about a half hour before the class, using one of these changing rooms to prepare.” Lisa undid the first three buttons on her top, allowing a peek at her bra before stepping behind the screen. She then peered back over the top and continued removing her shirt, carefully draping it over the screen. “For the model, it’s important to allow time for the skin to recover from any marks left by clothes and undergarments.” She paused to allow for the microphone to pick up the very audible sound of her skirt being unzipped before she dipped down out of sight. She reappeared and continued with her narration, “So, she’ll remove her street clothing in here, with the dressing screen preserving her modesty,” then slowly hanging her skirt next to her top added, “at least for the time being.”

The camera crew continued their filming while Lisa completed her disrobing, gently pushing her bra straps off her shoulders and then reaching behind her back to unhook it. With the screen still providing protection for her, she once again ducked down out of site. A few more seconds passed before her smiling face peeked out over the top of the screen. Making sure that her bare shoulders could be clearly seen, Lisa held her panties aloft in one hand, then let them drop. “Once she’s undressed,” Lisa continued, “the model will then put on her robe and wait for session to begin.” With that, Lisa put on her dressing gown and stepped out from behind the screen, revealing a thigh high terrycloth robe tied in the front but opened just far enough to give a glimpse of her generous cleavage. “Now, let’s get to class.”

In a few minutes, Michael started things off by explaining that today they were going to be working in charcoal, which should allow them to focus on light and shadow as well as the musculature of the human body. He then casually announced that Beth would be their model, at which point, Beth (who had been sitting to the side of the room) nonchalantly dropped her robe and strode fully naked to an elevated platform and the front of the room. The instructor gave her a few directions regarding the pose, and sketching began.

Meanwhile, Lisa moved around the sides of the room trailed by her lead cameraman. In part, Clayton was capturing the students’ work, but just as often he had his lens trained on Lisa. Sensing the camera’s presence, she would occasionally bend over to get a better view of a sketch while making sure that her movement allowed the bottom of the robe to creep up, almost revealing the bottom of her butt.

Lisa added little bits of commentary during the first half hour, remarking how Beth had to maintain a pose but was allowed to take a break every ten minutes to stretch. Working a second camera, George took some shots from behind Beth, showing her from the waist up and catching just the hint of the curve of her breasts. That footage could be used without editing and would actually make a perfect visual for some of Lisa’s remarks.

Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Lisa could sense the excitement building inside of her, a feeling of warmth spreading across bursa otele gelen escort bayan her body. The instructor approached her and, with the camera rolling, asked if she wanted to pose for the class. She took a deep breath and with a shrug of the shoulders answered, “Well, why not?” With that, she turned to Clayton and George and nervously whispered, “Okay, gang, here goes. And watch where you point that camera.” Slowly she unfastened the robe and let it slip to the floor. Several students literally gasped, having recognized her from the evening news but never thinking that the beautiful TV reporter would actually go through with the challenge to pose for them. But there she was, moving to the platform as Beth stepped down.

Lisa automatically assumed the pose she used for beginning the evening broadcast. — facing forward with her body turned slightly to the right, her left shoulder and foot forward. This had the effect of presenting a glorious view of her breasts to the class, with her hardened nipples clearly responding to the cool air in the studio. It also allowed her to cross one leg over slightly in front of the other, revealing the top of the neatly trimmed landing strip she had groomed the night before but obscuring a direct view of her slit. Sensing her increasing excitement, Lisa deliberately held this position. If there was any evidence of her growing state of arousal, she really didn’t want the class to be aware of that.

Standing there in front of the students, she had time to reflect on exactly what she was doing. In the weeks leading up to this report, she had certainly displayed far more flesh than she ever thought she would. But always she had kept her most intimate areas covered. But now, in front of this class of strangers and with the cameras rolling, every bit of her anatomy was on display. Yet it was as if all her fear and hesitation had vanished. She found herself with a heightened awareness of her body, her skin sensitized to every little flutter of air as well as to the sensation of her own hands against her body. “I don’t see how models can stand so still during a session,” she thought to herself. It certainly wasn’t helping her to remain detached from the experience, but then again your typical model wasn’t expecting the footage to be used in a television show that would be seen by tens of thousands of viewers. With that thought, Lisa felt a tingling sensation spreading through her body, loving the thought of being the center of attention. “Whoa, girl,” she thought to herself, “you better slow down.”

She moved her eyes around the room, noticing that most of the class was busy glancing back and forth between her and their easels. But there were a handful — both men and women — who were just staring at her. She had to smile when she noticed one older man in his late fifties seated at the back of the room, who had given up all pretext of trying to draw. He had pushed his easel to the side and sat there staring straight ahead at her, a smile spreading across his face.

“Why you dirty old man,” she thought to herself. “You’re treating this like your own personal peep show.”

Lisa also noticed that George was totally ignoring her instructions, filming her from every angle possible. He even clambered behind the elevated platform to take some shots, no doubt making sure her ass was fully on display. She felt an odd mixture of humiliation and excitement. Here she was, completely nude and in one sense powerless to stop her coworkers from filming every inch of her body. At the same time, she knew she had the complete attention of every person in that room, all of whom seem mesmerized by her courage to bare it all. Both sensations worked to heighten her awareness; her skin seemed to be almost on fire and it took great effort to prevent her hands from moving across her body.

Over the next half hour, she found her mind drifting off, thinking about everything that had happened in the last month. Standing there naked, she felt brave and totally fearless, ready to tackle any assignment that she and Bill could come up with. She thought of the other ways she could show off her body to her viewers and fantasized about becoming the most talked-about reporter on television. Looking up at one point, she noticed George’s camera pointed directly at her; she looked directly into the lens and smiled.

Eventually, the class came to an end, and Michael clapped his hands to signal completion of the day’s sketching. He walked over to Lisa and draped the robe across her shoulders. “That was an amazing session for a first time model,” he congratulated her. “You know, you’re welcome to come back any time.”

With that, the class spontaneously burst into applause, and for the first time that day, Lisa blushed. She hurriedly slipped her arms into the robe and tied it across her front. Some of the students approached her with their sketches, and a couple asked her to sign them. Meanwhile Clayton made a point of collecting several of the better drawings, getting the names of the students and promising to return the sketches at a later date.

The crew then accompanied her back to the changing room, where Lisa offered what she assumed would be the closing lines of her report. “Whew, that was very different from what I expected. I can tell you, it’s not easy work.”

“Now, Jess’s turn to get something!” I looked over at Jess. We were at a decent little store at the mall, teasing a clerk. We’d gone there from the theme park, where we’d inexplicably lost our underwear playing a game Jess had come up with. We’d planned on buying new underwear first, but we decided it was much more fun not to. Now we were getting new outfits. Wanda and I already had ours, but Jess hadn’t gotten anything yet.

“Why don’t we leave her in that?” Wanda looked snidely over at Jess, the youngest of us. Jess had put on Wanda’s dress, which was much too large for her slight 18-year-old frame, and the neckline was riding just below her small, tanned A cups, showing off her nipples.

“She does look pretty good,” The clerk offered. I just shook my head at him and adjusted the seam of my new narrow tube-top. Jess had picked out some matching daisy-dukes too, which were appropriately much too small on me. But with my awesome butt in the shorts and fairly perky C cups in the tube-top, the outfit was pretty… effective.

Jess looked blankly at the clerk, then turned toward the rack behind her and pawed through it for a moment. “Ah, saw this earlier!” She pulled out a really not-so-awesome summer dress with a hideous floral print. “What do you guys think?” She held it in front of her, smiling.

“Uh, ya, not so much.” I cocked an eyebrow.

“I think it’d be a little short on you, Jess,” Wanda looked over at the clerk, “Think she should try it on to be sure?” Wanda was not terribly concerned with Jess being over exposed, partially because she already was, and partially because Jess had made Wanda put on her new pants right in front of the clerk, and the button-up shirt Jess had picked her barely reached around Wanda’s big D cups.

“Uh… definitely. She should definitely try it on.” He nodded. “And you can change out here like your friend did if you want…”

“Really?” She flashed me a look like he’d prolly gotten his fair share of this game, and time was ripe to move on. “Gosh, thanks!” She smiled weakly and laid the new dress on top of the rack next to her. Without moving behind anything, she started undoing the buttons down the front of Wanda’s dress. The racks to the entrance of the store shielded her from the mall, but not from the wide-eyed clerk.

Of course, it’s not like the dress was covering anything up top before, but when she got it opened down to the bottom and her smooth, taut skin slipped out of the fabric, I bit down on my lip. Everything, from her perky, well-tanned breasts down to her smooth-shaven crotch, was just right out in the open in the store now. She was just standing there, totally cool. I smiled. Ever since we’d kissed at the park, I hadn’t been looking at Jess quite the same.

Wanda coughed, “Very subtle, Jess.”

Jess tossed Wanda’s dress on the rack next to the new one. Totally naked now, she stopped what she was doing and looked over at Wanda. She stood on her toes, peering out the front of the store. “You don’t think anyone can see me from here, do you?” She looked at us and the clerk, “I’m okay changing here, right? You said it would be fine!” She held her hand to her chest in mock concern, careful to cover nothing in the process.

“Uh, ya, you’re fine right here,” He swallowed, “In fact, you can go ahead and find some more things to try on right now if you like, and try on as much as you want,” He offered, smiling, “No rush!”

“Oh, I think this will be just fine.” I said, giving her a look agreeing that this guy had definitely seen enough as she picked up the new dress from the rack. She slid it on and it fit pretty well. She definitely had an eye for what fit. “It might be a little short,” She looked over her shoulder at her butt as she said this. She was really good at looking super cute. I had to smile again.

“What do you guys think?” She turned around and bent over, arching her back. The dress slid up her thighs, but she looked surprisingly well covered up. If she spread her legs though, it might not be low enough to cover quite everything.

“You seem to be safe in it.” Wanda nodded. Jess, a cheerleader through and through, bent down further until she was now entirely doubled over, sliding her feet apart in the process as she caught her hands on the floor between her legs. The hem of her dress was riding almost halfway up her ass now, showing off her tight butt and clean-shaven lips. “Maybe not any more…” Wanda raised her eyebrows.

Jess looked back between her legs at Wanda with a giggle. “No?” She looked up at her exposed skin, “Well, I guess not!” I bit my lip as she smiled sweetly at us.

“It… uh… looks good to me!” The clerk said. I wondered just what he might be doing behind that counter, but only in passing.

“Ah, well then,” Jess stood up and straightened out her dress, “I guess I’ll go with it. No need to try on any more if this looks good,” She smiled evilly at the clerk, “Let’s go, girls.” She turned and headed right out the door, leaving Wanda’s dress laying on the https://bursali.org rack.

“Ya, thanks for all your help!” I said, leaning forward and peeking over his counter only to see nothing more than a tent pitched in his pants. Unfortunately, I also showed almost no cleavage in the process. Tube tops, they spoil the fun.

Wanda hurried out after me and when she caught up she tried to stop us. “Guys! We didn’t pay! And you forgot our clothes!” She pointed back at the store.

“I think he got plenty for the clothes,” Jess said, smiling, “Plus, he didn’t seem inclined to come out after us.”

“Ya, and he got replacements, too,” I nodded, “That was a really cute hoodie.”

“Until you broke it,” Jess laughed.

“I broke it, did I?” I stuck my tongue out at her.

“So, we aren’t going to go back and pay?” Wanda was really catching up now.

“Nah. I think we’re going to go try on some bikinis,” I pointed at a place a few stores down that had some in the window.

“I think we could go without,” Jess smiled, “We’re covered up just fine as it is.”

“Um, no, we’re going to the beach tomorrow, right?” I said, stopping in front of the store with the bikini, “You apparently can go tanning just fine without, but I want something to wear.”

“Well, okay, I guess,” Jess frowned, “But I’m thirsty. Let’s go get drinks first.”

“Ya, I’m parched,” Wanda said.

“Yer parched, eh?” I raised an eyebrow, “I’m totally parched too.”

“Ya, I’m definitely parched. Who’s thirsty anymore? We’re parched.” Jess and I started cracking up.

“Shuddup you guys. I’m just thirsty is all.” She glared at us, “Let’s go to the escalator, the food court is up top.”

“Yes, lets,” Jess said haughtily, “We should go to the food court. Because I’m so parched. I’m so parched in fact, let us transverse to the food court!”

“I thought transverse was, like, when things are at right angles or something…” I scrunched up my nose at her.

“Oh my god, you’re such a dork!” Jess laughed at me.

“At least I don’t exist at right angles to the food court,” I rethought this, “Well, I do…”

“Ha!” Jess stepped onto the escalator, saying: “Let us then be transverse to the food court, for we are terribly parched!”

I stuck out my tongue as Wanda got on the escalator giggling, and I got on behind her. After a second or two, I looked up at Jess’s dress. She might be safe just standing around, but it was definitely too short for the escalator. I nudged Wanda, who bent slightly to look under it and started giggling again.

“What?” Jess turned around, facing down the escalator and placing her feet unnecessarily far apart.

Wanda and I both started laughing at this, “You’re just giving a large number of people a good view, is all.”

Jess looked down at her dress. She pulled up the bottom and peered at her bald mound. “Oh ya, we haven’t bought underwear yet. My bad,” She smiled, innocently letting the dress clump up as she let go of it, showing off even more than before. She surveyed her audience, smiling.

“‘My bad’ psh,” Wanda said, “You just wish you could show your tits off too.”

“I know, right?” Jess said, frowning as she evened out her dress and turned to step off the escalator, “Here, let’s get some smoothies.” We headed over to the smoothie place ordered drinks. Wanda paid, seeing as Jess only wanted to “pay” if she wasn’t going to actually pay, and I had cleverly brought no money.

“Here, I’ll get those,” Jess picked up the drinks tray and held it in front of her. She turned around and looked at the tables. “You guys wanna sit over there?” She nodded at a likely looking spot.

We headed over, Jess carrying the drinks. I actually got the most looks out of the three of us now, in those tiny shorts. I pretended to ignore it, but it was kind of nice to be the center of attention, especially without actually having to show more than just some bare skin. It was a little exciting, being exposed without being exposed. I licked my lips and smiled.

I sat down and Wanda sat opposite me. Wanda laughed as Jess set down the drinks. “Looks like you can show off your tits now!”

I looked over at Jess’s chest. The drinks must have rubbed against her dress while we’d walked over, because now not only was it transparent with the conensation from the cups, but her nipples were definitely a bit more perky. My dark tips would have been pretty obvious like that, but her tanned breasts managed to make it almost seem subtle. That is, unless you actually looked. “Nice!” I laughed as she sat down. She just smiled and grabbed her drink from the tray, poking a straw into it.

I grabbed one and put in a straw. I took a sip and stuck out my tongue. “I think this is yours, Wanda.” I reached over and grabbed the one in front of her as she reached across to grab mine. I heard a little snap sound and saw something bounce off the table and onto the floor. “What was that?”

“I think it was my button…” Wanda sat back bursa escort kız with her drink and looked down at her shirt, which had indeed popped open another notch. “Aw, that’s not cool.” She looked around and leaned sideways to pick up the button, which was on the floor opposite Jess. As she did, there was another soft popping sound and her shirtfront spread even wider.

“Ack!” She gasped, sitting upright, and peering down at her chest. Her shirt was gaping fairly low now, showing plentiful cleavage down to a few inches past where the line of her breasts started moving apart again. With her large D cups, this might even be considered a rather low V neck, if not for the fact it was cut like a normal shirt and hung open a great deal more. Anyway, it was pretty clear she had no bra on, if it was a little uncertain before. “What the crap?” She looked a little shocked now. As her clothes seemed to be falling apart, I couldn’t really blame her.

“Well, that makes accidents for two of us.” Jess looked over at me, “Your turn!”

“What accident? You got your dress wet on purpose!” I furrowed my brow. “You kidding me?” I stopped and thought about strategically putting my drink on the floor, but this tube top wouldn’t easily become see-through, so I was probably safe as far as that went. I set my drink on the table, trying to guess what might qualify for Jess’s concept of an “eye for an eye.”

“What the crap?” Wanda was still in shock from her top coming apart so rapidly, and wasn’t paying much attention to our sudden tactical interchange.

“Here, let me just make it fair.” She came over to me and looked at my tube top for a second. “Um…” She screwed up her mouth to one side. “Hrm.”

“Ha. I’m safe.” I stuck my tongue out at her, confident in my security. “Even if you pull off my top, I can just put it back on, it’s not like you can break some buttons. You’d hafta destroy the whole thing.” With a shiver of apprehension, I looked at Jess. “And you wouldn’t do that to me, would you, Jess?”

“Nah, I wouldn’t totally ruin your new top.” She bit her lip, then reached out to grab the front of my tube top. I grabbed her hand with both of mine and struggled for a second before I realized it was just a feint, and she had already reached under the table. She had the zipper halfway down on my daisy dukes!

“Ack! What are you doing?” I slid back in my chair sharply, shocked, and inadvertently helping her goal. I grabbed the hand on my zipper, and she started pulling down with both, sliding off her seat and onto her knees to get a better hold. I stood slightly to pull back harder and realized that lifting my butt just let my shorts slide down!

I squealed as my bare cheeks pressed into the cold seat when I sat back down, and looked at the surrounding tables, which were definitely starting to stare at us. At me. I gulped, and started fighting with her to get my shorts back in order. I was at a better angle than Jess and managed to get it zipped back up and on properly. She still kept her grip on my zipper, though only half-heartedly trying to twist it out of my grip now. I smiled nervously at the several people still watching us and wondered just how much I’d exposed to them in the struggle.

“Just let me bring it down a little…” She kept twisting at my zipper tab at the top of my shorts until there was a soft metallic sound and I felt her pull slacken abruptly. “Well…” She sat upright at the table and held out the broken off zipper tab, with the little sliding bit still attached. “Don’t you just have terrible luck with these?” She smiled.

I looked down, and sure enough, the zipper was completely gone. At least it was zipped all the way up. I would just hafta be careful. Again. “You suck, Jess!”

“Well,” Wanda looked down at her gaping bosom, “Thank you Jess. I think that’s much more fair now,” Wanda said, apparently over her shock after watching our fight. She finished off her smoothie, “You guys wanna go get swimsuits now?”

“Ya, let’s go.” Jess got up with Wanda, and I followed. I grabbed the remainder of our drinks and threw them in the trash as we headed off.

We wandered out of the food court and back toward the escalator, where Jess got on first again. She turned around to face us and put one hand on both railings as we rode down. She put her feet on the yellow lines at the edge of the escalator. Her dress would probably have still covered just fine from behind, but anyone on the level below us would get a fairly decent angle at quite a bit. She looked up at me and Wanda, “Can you see if the guy at the little cellphone shop right down there can see me? I noticed him watching as we came up before.”

“I don’t think he’s looking… Hey!” I yelled down rather loudly. Suddenly, twenty or thirty people looked up at us, including the cellphone guy. Jess peaked around to see who was looking, and her face turned bright red. I smiled as she glared up at me.

“Oh my god, Cindy, oh my god,” She pulled her legs bursa anal yapan escort together and sidled up to the railing. Modesty from Jess? How unexpected. Even she had her limits.

“I think he was looking…” Wanda said, chuckling.

“Let’s go look at cellphones!” I suggested. When we got down to the bottom of the escalator, I went around a sunglasses stand and up to Jess’s cellphone guy. I talked to him a bit when I noticed he kept looking behind me.

Jess had definitely gotten his attention again, quickly getting over her momentary embarrassment. She was bent over looking at some sunglasses, and she must have given her dress a little help riding up, because it was resting most of the way up her ass. She dropped some sunglasses and bent down legs straight to pick them up, exposing her bare beaver to me and the cellphone guy. Worst of all, she did it totally nonchalant, not even glancing back at us.

I don’t know what compelled me to do it. Maybe it was just some pent up vengeance, or some inexplicable urge, but I reached out to her smooth, bared beaver and slipped a quick finger between her warm lips. It went in with almost surprising ease, her slit already wet, probably from how much we’d been showing off. In the fraction of a second before she reacted, it occurred to me just how wet I’d gotten as well.

Then she reacted. She lurched forward, and stood bolt upright. I looked around quickly to try and blame it on Wanda, but she was actually looking at sunglasses. How just like her to be so totally useless.

“I didn’t mean…” I started, but she smiled coolly and came up to talk to the cellphone guy.

“You know, she already has a cellphone,” Jess said, accusingly, “She’s just bothering you because she thinks you’re cute.”

“Actually, I don’t have a cellphone,” I gave her a questioning look. I really didn’t.

“Of course you do, it’s right here in your pocket.” Jess reached over and tugged at my shorts, forcing her hand haphazardly into the tiny pocket. I just looked at her funny at first until I noticed my zipper popping open one link at a time as she dug roughly around. I glanced up at our captive audience member, who was watching intently as Jess’s hand awkwardly groped at my crotch.

“Uh, hey now, I don’t have anything in my pockets,” I started struggling to get her hand out as the crest of my black hairs came into view, but that just made it worse. Before I realized it, she came up behind me and shoved her other hand into the opposite pocket. I started feeling a little panicky, squirming against her to get free as she pulled my hips toward her body. I didn’t like being a captive, I didn’t want to get exposed, and I certainly didn’t like her doing what she was doing to my c right in front of this guy.

“Which pocket is it in?” She was pulling aggressively at both sides of my shorts now, and my zipper snapped down further, showing an immodest triangle of girl fur. I glanced up and the cellphone guy was just standing there, staring at my increasingly damp crotch. I was trapped here by Jess and was quickly becoming more and more… excited. I bit my lip and gulped.

“Ok, no cellphone for Cindy, let’s go…” I walked backward, pressing against Jess’s body, unexpectedly aware of her firm breasts against my back. I pushed her away from the cellphone stand, her hands still in the pockets of my now fully open shorts. “Thanks for all your help, uh, cellphone guy.” He just smiled as Jess finally slid her hands out and we hurried off.

“Somebody seemed to be getting a little… hot over there.” Jess smiled at me as Wanda caught up with us.

I gave her a dirty look. “Hush you,” I stuck out my tongue, still slightly shaken, and felt my face burning red, “Let’s go get bikinis. I really need one now.” We came up to a swim wear place, and I headed toward it.

“Hey, keep your shorts on…” Jess laughed as Wanda said this. “Okay, wrong cliche, my bad,” Wanda laughed too as she eyed my wide open zipper and I just bit my lip, looking around, still a little nervous. “I just mean that that place has a chick clerk, we should go somewhere with a guy clerk.” Wanda had a point. Getting clothes was way cheaper today with a guy clerk.

“Alright,” I agreed and we walked on to find another place with a guy behind the register. I tried to be as nonchalant as Jess had been about being exposed, but people just kept staring at my crotch, and it was really hard not to notice them.

“You wouldn’t even have a problem right now if you shaved.” Jess suggested to me. She was right. I mean, I’d be just as exposed, but I wouldn’t technically be exposing anything. That seemed oddly arbitrary. I looked down at my little exposed patch of fur and felt a little less exposed. But only a little. People still looked.

We found another store, this time with a guy working it. As we came in, Wanda saw something she liked pretty much right away and said she was gonna go try it on. The changing stalls were in the front in this store, with about a foot high gap on the bottom. I mean, who designs these, for real? Guys who want to see our underwear or what? So, ya, Wanda picked one directly across from the register. Jess and I meandered around the store for a few minutes as the guy checked out my crotch until Jess found something she wanted to try on too.

The Bet – Fantasy Realized

Just before Christmas, my wife and I made a bet during a discussion we were having. I should have known when we were betting about who had performed in a particular film, but I was sure… The terms of the bet were that the loser would have to be the “slave” to the other for the next two weeks. We looked up the answer, and of course, I lost…

My wife was having my sister several of her friends from work and school over for a pre-Christmas party that weekend and she told me that I needed to do a few things before the party as part of my service to her. I began to think that this wasn’t going to be as bad as I had thought it might be. She had me pick up around the house, set up the decorations and gave me a list of the groceries that she needed picked up before the party. After picking up the groceries, she told me that while she was getting things put together for the party, there were some other things that I needed to do to get ready for the party as well.

First, she told me, I needed to pick up a couple more things for the party. She needed a Santa’s cap, some jingle bells, and some red ribbon, ½ inch and some curling ribbon. Nothing to difficult and I ran to the store to get them for her. When I got back from the store, my sister and her best friend, Amy, where at the house, helping her bake her Christmas cookies. She asked me to get out the things from the store for them to check out.

Then things started to get more difficult, VERY quickly. She said to my sister and her friend Amy, don’t you think this will be a great party outfit for him to wear? I looked at her quizzically while my sister and Amy agreed. I asked her what she meant to put the jingle bells onto, as I didn’t have any other Santa “gear”. She ignored me and asked the other two girls if they would like to see the outfit on. The agreed and then things got really difficult.

She told me to get undressed and they would help me try on my party outfit. I turned around to head upstairs and I heard her ask over my shoulder where did I think I was going. I turned back around and said that I thought that she wanted me to get undressed so that she could help pick out what I was going to wear for the party. She said that she already had. It was right there on the table in front of me. She wanted me to get undressed now so that she, my sister and Amy could help her make sure that it looked good. I looked at her in amazement for a second, looking at Amy and my sister before looking back at her. The three of them looked at me impassively and I gathered that she had been discussing this with them while I was at the store. She asked me what I was waiting for and I slowly started to get undressed in front of the three of them.

They continued to chatter while working on their cookies while I took off each piece of clothing and folded them onto an open kitchen chair. I got down to my jockeys and stopped, going back in front of the table. My wife looked up as I stood there and told me that I wasn’t done getting undressed yet. She and the girls wouldn’t be able to fit my outfit until I did. I looked at her in amazement again, before humbly pulling my jockeys down, stepping out of them, and adding them to the pile of clothes on the kitchen chair.

They all stood up and gathered the items out of the bag before coming up to me. I was mortified. Not that my wife hadn’t seen me naked before, but Amy never had, and my sister hadn’t since we were kids. My wife started by putting the Santa cap on my head while Amy and my sister got scissors out for the ribbon. They measured and cut the larger ribbon around my neck, making a bow out of it. They then asked me to stand up on one of the other kitchen chairs. My wife took my balls and pulled them down and the two other girls took the curling ribbon, tying it around my balls first, again making a nice bow, then they took turns stroking me, getting me hard, before tying another bow at the base of my now erect cock. They then added the jingle bells to the ribbon around my balls so that every movement I made had them ringing. I was so humiliated standing in front of my wife, her best friend, and my sister naked and tied up like a Christmas gift. They had me get down and had me turn around to survey their handiwork.

My wife said that I looked much better with a hard cock to complete the outfit, and that she might have to see what she could do before the party to ensure that the outfit was complete for the evening when they got me dressed that weekend. I didn’t know what she meant, but I was not really thinking straight anyway and sort of forgot about it after that. The rest of that evening, they had me continue to clean up after them as they made their cookies, and getting drinks for the three of them, with each of them taking lots of opportunity to give me a few more strokes to keep me hard or to pull on my gift-wrapped balls. They loved hearing the bells ring as I walked around bursa escort and especially when they stroked me.

That evening after Amy and my sister left for home, my wife untied me, thanking me for being such a good sport, and gave me a mind-numbing blowjob before we went to sleep. The next morning, I awoke to voices downstairs. I got showered, shaved and threw on a pair of sweats and a tee shirt before heading downstairs myself. I was surprised to see Amy, my Sister and my wife’s assistant from work sitting at the kitchen table over coffee when I got downstairs. They looked up and my wife told me that I hadn’t been told to get dressed, and that I should get undressed again so they could get me ready for the party that night. I looked at them all in amazement as I thought what they had said last night was just in jest, and she’d had her fun.

My wife’s assistant Rachel said that she’d heard about my party outfit and she wanted to see it before tonight. I looked at my wife in horror as I realized that she meant for me to wear what she had me in last night for the whole group of co-workers and friends that she had invited over for tonight’s party. My wife looked at me and asked if I intended to welsh on our bet. I looked back at her, feeling somewhat angry, sheepish, but also aroused before, telling her that a bet is a bet and I would live up to my end of the bargain. She looked on before saying that if that was the case I still hadn’t undressed for them yet.

Abashedly, I again took off my clothes and stood in front of the now four ladies. Amy told me that they had noticed that while they were tying the ribbons and bells to me last night that they had gotten caught on my pubic hair, so they had decided that I needed to be shaved before they got me re-dressed. They cleared the kitchen table while they had me get a razor a couple of towels and shaving cream. When I got back, they had me sit up on the edge of the table with one towel hanging over the edge, got a pillow and had me lay back onto it with my feet resting on two chairs they had pulled up for the purpose. I had just started getting somewhat used to being the only one without clothes amongst four women, but this was beyond humiliating. My crotch was hanging out for all to see over the edge of the table with my legs splayed wide open while Rachel filled a bowl with hot water and Amy grabbed up the razor and shaving cream. They were all chattering and laughing about how much fun this was.

Rachel wet a washcloth and dampened my crotch and Amy lathered up some shaving cream before spreading it over everything. She seemed to be paying extra attention to my balls and cock. I was somewhat aroused before, but with Rachel and Amy’s attention, it wasn’t long before I was at full mast. My wife exclaimed that she had almost forgot, and grabbed a glass of water and handed me a pill. She said that she’d spoken with one of her old doctor friends and had been able to get a few Viagra for me to take before and for the party this evening and told me to got ahead and take it now. I did, and laid back, closing my eyes, trying to ignore the fact that I had two women that I knew, that were friends and co-workers of my wife standing between my legs with a stiff cock and them with a razor in their hands.

They seemed to be having lots of fun running the razor over my balls, cock and the surrounding area, rinsing it often in the bowl of hot water. With two attractive women handling and fondling my cock and balls with warm water, I was feeling actually pretty good, although it was still definitely strange and humiliating with literally everything hanging out for all to see. I was just starting to really enjoy the attention, and they had finished everything including part of the inside of my legs, with everything being bare from just below my belly button down halfway to my knees when my wife spoke up again. She said that it looked pretty good from the front, but she wanted me to get up and lean over the table so they could shave my ass as well.

I looked up, almost in a panic, and asked if she was serious. My wife just looked at me and she told me that if they were going to get me cleaned up for the party that evening, she wanted to make sure that I was totally presentable. I sat up, slid down the table and stood back up. I felt even more naked than before without any hair even to cover me up and still with a raging hardon. I turned around and laid my chest back down on the table. The girls told me to spread my legs out further and I complied, my face burning with humiliation, even though the girls wouldn’t be able to see my blush. Here I was, bent over the kitchen table, ass in the air, four attractive women staring at my ass with my balls and cock hanging below. The next thing I felt was the warm washcloth over my ass and then over my sphincter getting everything wet before another set of hands spread lather all over my ass and between my cheeks.

When bursa üniversiteli escort they finished, I felt all four sets of hands run over my balls, stroke my cock, over my ass and between my cheeks and heard all of them agree that I looked much better and felt good as well. I grabbed a towel and dried thoroughly between my legs before the girls had me get back up on the chair to redecorate me. I was feeling aroused, but it didn’t sink in until they started with the ribbon again that the Viagra seemed to be working as it had been over an hour and I was still hard as a rock. The girls were all having fun at my expense, stroking me till I was on the verge, leaking precum before going back to measuring ribbon, tying it and affixing bows.

The last thing they did was to have me get back down and put the Santa cap back on my head. Then we all got busy getting everything set up for the party soon to start, although none of the girls wasted any opportunity to give me a slap on my bare ass or to fondle my balls or cock any time I wandered close by. Before the rest of the guests came by, my wife had me put on an apron, which I was relieved covered my newly shaved and wrapped cock and balls, but still left my ass hanging out in the wind.

I was startled when the doorbell rang. I quickly looked around for someplace to become scarce but all of the girls prompted me to go answer the door. I had no idea of who was going to be there, only knowing that there were supposed to be several of my wife’s co-workers, fellow students, and some of the women from the office where I worked said that they might stop by. When I got to the door, it was my wife’s aunt and a couple of her friends who had all arrived at the same time. They were giggling to each other and all stopped to stare at me in the door, but from the lack of real surprise, I gathered that my wife had also been busy on the phone while I had been out, updating those who were coming. They all laughed nervously, but came into the house and I took their jackets. My wife came by and they all complimented her on my outfit. She beamed and said that she loved to keep me honest when I lost a bet.

Over the next several hours, more of her friends came by, but I was relieved to not see any of the women from my office at the door. Unfortunately, I relaxed, so to speak, too soon. It was bad enough that I was wandering around the house, full of women (probably 20 or so) basically completely naked other than a Santa hat and some ribbons tied around my cock and balls, jingling all the way, with a hardon at full mast tenting out the apron being the only thing I was wearing to cover up. Next, I have four women from my office staff at the door, looking all mighty pleased to see me greet them at the door. I went from being abashed, to being totally mortified. The girls took turns saying hello as they walked in by me, handing me their jackets, and commented on it being apparent that I was happy to see them as well. I led them in, showed them their seats and got them each a drink before my wife called me over to the kitchen.

She told me that it looked as though everyone was there now and she wanted to bring me around to make some introductions, as many of the women there had never formally met me. (Like this was really formal or anything, right?) I had met at least half of the women briefly at one time or another, but almost half of them I had never met. I almost preferred that I hadn’t met any of them up until now though as for the ones that I had met (or worked with!) they knew me pretty much as a “normal” guy. She led me to the entrance to the living room from the kitchen and announced that she wanted to introduce me to everyone, although I had met most of them at the door. Seeing that I had, however, she thought it would be fun for everyone to see the extent of my holiday outfit. As she said this, she undid the ties on the apron and removed it, leaving me standing there in front of a houseful of women, with wearing my Santa hat, a hardon and some ribbon and bells ringing between my legs.

So my wife took me around to each group of women standing around or seated at tables or couches and introduced me. Many of them took the opportunity to ask in more detail how it was that I was in this predicament and my wife took enjoyment in explaining everything that had happened in detail. For the women who had met me before, they seemed to be willing to take many more liberties though. Many of them, and for some reason, especially those seated on the couches while I was standing, decided that they wanted to shake my erection rather than my hand. Many thought this was hilarious as it caused the jingle bells there attached to ring joyously. This was driving me to distraction, to say the least, with being hard as a rock, not having been able to cum and a dozen or more women all fondling me.

After making the rounds, and several of the karacabey escort women commenting on my almost swooning as they stroked me and the comments on how wet I was from my own precum, my wife led me to the center of the living room. She asked the women if they liked the service they had received from her new “butler”. There was a resounding sound of approval from all of the ladies. She then said that seeing as I had been aroused for so long, she thought it was about time that I get a bit of relief. I looked at her with appreciation as I thought I was finally going to be able to release my balls, get rid of the damn bells and finally be able to get dressed. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to look at any of her relatives, friends or her and my coworkers in the eye again, but maybe I could regain a measure of my dignity.

The next thing I heard made my heart leap into my throat though. She asked the ladies all seated or standing around our house if they wanted to watch me give myself some relief. They all responded in the affirmative and then she asked for suggestions as to what they wanted to see. Her aunt thought it would be good to have me sit on a chair in the middle of the room and stroke myself for them all. There was some agreement to that, but then someone else said they all wouldn’t be able to see me that way and that I should lay on the floor and do it. There was more response to that. Finally, one of the ladies said that I should stand on one of the couches, sitting on the back of it so they could all see. This got the most approval, so they made room for me in the middle of one of the couches for me to climb onto.

Here I was standing on my couch, balls tied up in ribbon and bow, bells attached to them ringing with every movement, my cock so hard it was turning purple-red with a room full of 25 or more women all staring at me waiting for me to start masturbating for them. At this point, although embarrassed beyond belief, I was so worked up, I would have done almost anything to cum though and reached down to grab my hard cock, leaned my head back and closed my eyes as I got ready to start stroking. They stopped me though, and told me that they wanted me to keep my eyes open so they could look at me as I jerked myself off for them. They then told me that they wanted me to cum into one of their glasses so that I wouldn’t make a mess of the couch and they could sit down on it when the entertainment was done.

Resigning myself, I started to stroke. Although I was so horny I could feel my cum almost boiling, between two dozen pairs of eyes on me and the distraction of the bells bouncing and making noise, it took a while for me to get close. As I got close, they could tell, and one of the ladies sitting on the couch next to me reached up with her glass half full of wine to place her glass near the head of my cock as I neared climax. I finally groaned as I let loose what must have been one of the most explosive orgasms in my life, jetting thick, heavy streams of my cum into the half empty glass, swirls of it floating in the pale wine. By the time I finished, I was breathing heavily and felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. They then told me that they wanted me to cum into their glass so that I wouldn’t make a mess of the couch and they could sit down on it when the entertainment was done. Surprisingly though, I didn’t even begin to soften, the Viagra working its wonders. The woman holding the glass reached further up, saying out loud to the assembled group that she thought it would be most fair seeing as I made the mess that I should clean it. Stating so, she placed the glass of wine mixed with my cum into my hand and they all looked on expectantly. Knowing that I had little choice having gone this far, I brought the glass up to my lips and drank the whole mixture in one, long draft.

I spent the rest of the evening, serving drinks, refilling snack trays and being the plaything of the women at the party. Several other times, I was told to stand in front of or amidst a group of women and they played with me until making me cum again, the first several times making me drink down the results of their fun, but after cumming several times in a couple of hours (again that Viagra was working its miracles) even when I came, there wasn’t any ejaculate. This led to almost as much interest and fun on the part of the women present, as they stroked me to several more dry orgasms in front of the group. They all also loved to have me show off my packaged balls, cock, ringing bells and freshly shaven front and backsides to them. They also on occasion had me turn my back on the group of them, and bend over at that waist holding my ankles so they could check how well I had been shaved all over.

As the party ran down, and my wife and I walked each of the women out to the front door, I overheard several of the women, including some of the women who worked in my office asking my wife if they might be able to use my services in the coming week or two for similar parties at their own homes and in one case their office party. I heard her agree as long as she was allowed to come along for the festivities, she’d be happy to volunteer my services. But that will have to be another story for another time….

XXXVII: How Did Blake Convince You?

Liam

Liam let out a deep breath as he sank back into the driver’s seat and Tasha got comfy on the passenger’s side. He didn’t start the car yet.

Kiki’s car had been closer to where the movie theater and restaurant were, so he and Tasha had said goodbye at her car before going back to his. Tasha lived a bit farther away, so she’d driven to his house, parked, and then he’d driven the two of them.

Hanging out back at college is so much easier.

Liam liked being able to drive wherever instead of needing to rely on the T or a taxi or something, but he did not miss Los Angeles traffic.

“Liam?”

Liam blinked, shaking himself, then glanced at Tasha.

She was peering at him with an eyebrow raised, sparkling eyes curious–maybe even a bit concerned.

“You alright?”

He hadn’t started the car yet.

After thinking for a moment, he took another deep breath and turned toward Tasha. He knew what he was getting into, and he’d made the decision, but…

Still not entirely sure I won’t regret this.

“I need your help with something kind of…private.”

Tasha’s eyes widened for a moment, flashing, then resumed their sparkling at she smirked, and Liam had to remember to hold her gaze and not look away. Especially not down.

Tasha had taken today as an opportunity to fuck with Kiki, and since it was in the sixties, which was warm considering the weather they’d had at school the last few months, Tasha had worn jean shorts and a low-cut, powder blue crop top with long sleeves that left her shoulders bare and had made both Liam and Kiki blush whenever they’d forgotten themselves and looked down.

As Tasha shimmied a little bit, Liam accidentally glanced down, and found himself blushing again. Worse, when he met Tasha’s gaze, her eyes told him she’d caught him.

“Is it something with Blake?”

Liam’s cheeks grew hotter, “Yeah.”

When he said nothing else, Tasha arched an eyebrow and leaned closer, putting her arm on the console between them, “Are you going to tell me what it is?”

Liam bit his lip and sighed, nodding.

“So. Blake wanted me to…experiment with some things while we were away, so I escort bursa would be more comfortable with it when we got back.”

Tasha’s face lit up, “Wait, is this like the being rougher thing? Does she want to tie you up?”

Liam rolled his eyes, “No. I mean–actually, probably, but that’s not what I meant. And you’re way too excited about that.”

Tasha arched an eyebrow, “Is there something wrong about me getting excited by the thought of cute boys all tied up and helpless?”

Liam held her gaze, “Yes. Because you’re insane, and evil.”

Tasha gave him probably her most dramatic sigh and eyeroll combo to date.

“Ugh, you’re no fun. Just tell me what you were going to say.”

Liam nodded, then took another deep breath.

Any more of that, and I’ll be in danger of hyperventilating.

“Okay, so I’ve been doing what Blake asked, and I want to go a bit further, but I kind of need help with that, and I want to surprise her, so I couldn’t ask her…”

“About…?”

Liam sighed, closing his eyes ajd forcing it out even as his cheeks burst into flame, “I want to buy a buttplug, okay? And I don’t really know how to–oh god…”

Liam had made the mistake of opening his eyes, which let him see Tasha’s wide-eyed, beaming excitement.

Before he could say anything else about that, Tasha practically lunged across the console to pull him into a tight, awkward hug.

“This is a really bad place to be doing that,” Liam said, hugging her back, anyway. His cheeks were still on fire, “And I’m not entirely sure if I approve this hug.”

Tasha pulled back, then beamed at him, perfect white teeth shining as she wiggled in her seat, twisting from side to side.

Liam sighed again, “This was a mistake, wasn’t it?”

Tasha shook her head, still beaming, “Not at all. I would honestly kiss you right now if I thought you could handle it without getting all weird or Blake murdering me.”

Liam frowned, “Why?”

“Because I’m so proud of you! So many guys are way too sensitive about their butts. Boy butts are wonderful, magical things that deserve attention. I’ve been trying to find the best way to ease Ryker into that, but…”

“Bleh,” Liam said, closing his eyes, “Don’t need to know about bursa otele gelen escort that, okay?”

When he opened them, Tasha’s excitement was gone, replaced by a glare.

“You literally just asked me to help you choose a buttplug so you could surprise your girlfriend. You don’t get to say ‘ew’ about me sharing my relationship stuff.”

Liam met her glare, “I said ‘bleh’, not ‘ew’. Because I’m pretty sure the images of me trying out a buttplug do not have nearly the same effect on you as the idea of what you might do to convince someone to do that has on me.”

Tasha thought for a moment, then made a pointed glance down at Liam’s hips before shooting him a smug smile, “Fair enough. Pants getting a little tight?”

Liam shook his head, “Not yet. Too embarrassed at the thought of you coming with me to get a buttplug.”

Tasha sighed, rolling her eyes, “Okay, fine. I’ll stop. It is exciting, though. And I am proud of you.”

“Thanks?”

Tasha giggled, then bit her lip, peering at him, “One condition.”

Liam frowned, “What?”

Tasha grinned, “I assume this line of experimentation eventually leads to Blake eventually fucking you up the butt?”

His cheeks somehow grew even hotter, “Yeah.”

“Then I get to get you drunk and get all the details out of you after.”

“Why, exactly?”

“Because pegging a dude is a really fucking hot fantasy of mine, and I probably won’t have done it yet unless a month away from me turns Ryker into my bitch, and I’ll be looking for some pointers on easing him into it and making sure we both enjoy it.”

“Blake would probably be better for that.”

“Oh, she can be there, but I also want to do it to embarrass the fuck out of you. She’ll probably support me on that.”

Liam sighed, “Yeah, she probably will.”

Tasha cackled, “Is that a deal then?”

“Yeah…”

“Hah! Awesome. You’re sure Blake will be okay with this part, though? Even though it’s a surprise?”

Liam shrugged, “You’re just helping me pick one out. It’s not like you’re the one putting it in me.”

Tasha’s cheeks turned bright red at that, and she bit her lip.

“Wait, did I manage to be the one to tease you this time?” he bursa sınırsız escort asked, grinning.

“Maybe,” Tasha said, “I also might have…done that to Sara once. Or twice.”

Liam’s eyes went wide this time, and he couldn’t keep that image from his head. His pants did get tight this time.

Tasha smirked a moment later, “Did I get you back?”

“Yeah…that’s probably something you should tease Kiki with.”

Tasha cackled again, then stopped, eyes going wide, “Ooo. Can I call Sara bout this? She’s an expert at that sort of thing. She’d be proud of you, too.”

“Please don’t.”

“Ugh. Fine. I’m texting her to make sure I remember the right brand, though. You’ve gotta be careful with which ones you buy.”

Liam smiled, “That is kinda why I asked you.”

Tasha looked up from her phone, grinning, “And because I’m the best.”

“And because you’re the best.”

“Just making sure.”

She leaned over and kissed his cheek, then buckled herself in, “Alright, start the car.”

Liam frowned, “There’s actually a place here–“

He cut off as Tasha shook her head, “No there’s not. That place only sells cheap shit that looks flashy or funny. None of it’s actually good.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“Duh. You got anything to do for the rest of the night?”

“No. Why?”

“Because we’re driving into Beverly Hills.”

“Ugh, that’s so far.”

Tasha shrugged, “It’s that and get to experiment tonight, or take the chance of me going on your computer with you and possibly finding a way to distract you so I can look at your search history, and then still needing to wait a few days before your fun new toy shows up. Can you be that patient?”

Liam started the car, “I’m not answering that.”

Tasha laughed to herself as he buckled himself in.

“By the way,” Tasha asked once he’d finished pulling the car out of the parking spot, “How did Blake convince you to play with your booty.”

Liam’s face heated up again, “She said she wanted me to let her fuck me in the ass before I could fuck her, and that we could go in stages to make sure I was okay with it.”

Tasha scoffed, “Well, fuck. That’s out the window with Ryker.”

Liam tried not to think about that.

“Wait. You haven’t fucked Blake’s butt? I thought you said she liked anal.”

Liam groaned, cheeks growing even hotter.

This is going to be a long drive.

A/N: Liam is never going to hear the end of this, is he? Do you think Blake will like the surprise? Or be a little jealous?

Mooning Rhona

Sue hugged Ro from behind, squeezing her tits. Ro startled at first, then relaxed under Sue’s tit massage. I entered the kitchen just as I saw Sue push Ro’s straps down to her elbows, setting her big tits free over the tank top’s edge. Ro laughed and didn’t resist much.

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Sue and I knew Rhona, Ro, from work for six years. She is a tease and a flirt who loves to moon others especially in cars. Less than a year knowing her, she teased us too by dropping her slacks bent over, yet showing us only a quarter of her moon(s). We saw her through two husbands who enjoyed her mooning. They made no secret of being butt pirates and frequently raiding her ass. Though she blushed when she flashed anyone and laughed with a loud giggle, she wasn’t as shy as she claimed.

We both had seen her bountiful bare tits several times since she rarely wore a bra outside of work, choosing obscenely short crop tops. Those tops at least exposed the sultry round bottoms of her shapely tits. When she stretched for anything, or bent to pick up anything, her smooth nipples came out for air. We generally just enjoyed the show, saying nothing. Once, we mentioned that her sexy swinging tits were out and thanked her, she just said, “Oops. They’re just tits. You’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all.” she ignored them; we didn’t.

After correcting her to “seen TWO…” I asked her to compare hers to Sue’s tiny A/B cups, shape, and nipples. Still pretty tits with perfect nipples, they barely resembled Ro’s huge mammaries. She had no response even when I had Sue expose her tits. Her husband, Rene, arrived at that moment and Sue shoved her top — sweater, tank, and bra — down in haste. Embarrassed, Sue wasn’t sure if Rene saw her tits. He whistled and pointed, but I don’t think he saw them either. His wife’s tits came out again when she ran to him. My cock stiffened as I watched them bounce in and out of her crop top.

Ever since, Rene has teased us about having Sue expose her tits long enough for him to get a good look — for equality with Ro. Laughing, Sue has refused. He has suggested strip poker several times as he got her high on booze or pot. She still refused.

Ro was even looser around her second husband, Robert. Whether he was around or not, Ro reached under her small grey crop top and rubbed or scratched her tits as we watched. At least one nipple came out, always soft. Bob asked if Sue rubbed like that and if her tits came out. She denied it, so I reminded her that when she wore her loose blue halter, at least one tit came out as she moved about. She often rubbed her tits in that halter. Bob asked her to wear it next time we came over. It felt wiser not to mention how Sue stripped at her open apartment bedroom window nightly and rubbed her bare tits and pussy for neighbors.

One night when Sue and Ro drank too much and nearly passed out, I thought https://sokkan.org of a prank. Ro had still not mooned us fully. The next day at work, I asked if she had any problem getting the permanent marker erased from her ass. She laughed and said, “As if. How would it get there?” My straight face, Sue next to me, asked if she remembered finally mooning us last night. Or how I drew a smiley face on her ass with her crack as the smile, then wrote a W on each cheek with her hole between them. She laughed again, disbelieving me. So I shrugged and walked away saying I just wondered how hard it was to wipe off. She went back to work laughing.

We saw her in the halls after lunch. She came running at me with a grimace and slapped my shoulder hard. “You really got me. When I wondered about the markings, I went to the Lady’s and checked. I didn’t see any, but I believed you and dropped my pants and panties past my knees and kept turning to look in the mirrors for any markings on my ass. There weren’t any, but I nearly got caught, pants down, by someone before I ducked into a stall.” We all cracked up at the image.

I said, “I wish I could have seen that. You should have called me to check your ass with you.” She slapped me again. We laughed, but I could see her scheming her revenge. That broke the ice with her mooning us, yet she was still reluctant to show us her entire pale ass.

Next time we were at her home, and after several drinks, she told us that she convinced her husband that I had marked her ass and had him check it for her. She said, “Thanks to you, that led to a great night of anal sex.” I asked her to show us. She refused. Bob asked to check Sue’s ass for any writing — she refused. His slacks twitched.

We had gone to an evening mass so both women were in skirts and tank tops — only Sue wore a bra. Back in their home, Sue teased us by removing her skirt in front of us like a stripper with a few hip thrusts. She had tiny shorts under it. Disappointing, yet both our cocks stiffened. We looked at Ro to strip her skirt. She said she didn’t have shorts under it and might not even have panties on. She refused to show us. Sue stripped off her bra without taking off her slightly cropped tank top.

I whispered to Sue, “Next time Ro goes in the kitchen, you follow and pinch her nipples under her top. I’ll come in a minute later and we’ll get her to finally moon us.” Normally, Sue wouldn’t play along. Between her drinking and wanting to expose herself to our friends, she agreed.

We were on the floor playing cards with Sue teasing Bob by moving and folding her slim and sexy legs giving him slight glimpses up her shorts while Ro teased me on her knees, often spreading them and offering deep glimpses up her skirt. Though slightly chubby, her toned legs were a pleasure to watch.

Several minutes later, I asked Ro for some chilled water. She sprang up from the floor, nearly bursa eskort flashing her panties or lack of them, and rushed into the kitchen. Sue got up saying she also wanted one. Then the real fun began.

Sue hugged Ro from behind, squeezing her tits. Ro startled at first, then relaxed under Sue’s tit massage. I entered the kitchen just as I saw Sue push Ro’s straps down to her elbows, setting her big tits free over the tank top’s edge. Ro laughed and didn’t resist much. Sue rested her face on Ro’s back, pressed her groin against her ass, and rubbed or pinched Ro’s nipples.

For the first time, I saw those nipples get stiff. They formed sensitive chickpea-sized bumps — no comparison to Sue’s perfect tall nipples yet still tempting. As I walked around them, I weighed one big tit and twisted a nipple as I pinched it. She moaned loud enough for Bob to hear through the closed swinging door.

By the time Bob entered, I was kneeling before Ro and sliding her skirt up. “Just in time, Bob. I take it you didn’t know if Ro had gone to mass commando either. Now we find out.” His slacks twitched in obvious approval. Red faced, Ro fought Sue a bit as I rolled up her skirt to her crotch. Her violet panties appeared to our slight disappointment. Rubbing up Ro’s ass, I rolled the back then front of the dark skirt up to her waist. She looked to her smiling husband for help. “Now for a full view of her beautiful moon.”

After sliding my hands up her thighs and along her swelling labia, I hooked her panties and slowly pulled them down. Her Titian runway surprised me, yet her bald lips did not. She moaned as her panties hung up in her damp pussy. A gentle tug released them. Her sweet pheromone scent filled my nose with greater intensity as I spread her labia. Bob watched me bury my nose in her pussy and heard her groan. As I lapped her moisture and rubbed her clit, I noticed Bob drop his slacks and shorts. His stiff, uncut cock bounced free and I wondered, with hope, if he wanted to raid Ro’s ass as we watched.

That was not his intent. I heard Sue gasp, “Bob is behind me and pushed my top down to set my tits free. He’s playing with -groan- my nipples. Honey, he’s pulling down my shorts and now my panties. I feel his bare, hot cock rubbing up my ass crack. Do I let him inside?”

When I saw Sue’ clothes fly across the room, I cupped Ro’s pussy and slid up her ass until I felt Sue’s brown bush rubbing Ro’s bare ass. Her labia were moist; she bent sharper over Ro’s back, pushing her ass closer to Bob. She was ready to let our friend fuck her. But in which hole? When I felt her tiny taint, I also felt Bob’s cock rubbing there. It slipped between her lips, barely inside her. She let go of Ro and pushed her top off so she was totally naked for Bob.

Ro turned to watch them and pushed off her top as I unzipped her skirt and pulled it off. Now she was totally naked for me. orhangazi escort “At last, we get your full moon, Ro.” Sue leaned over the table, offering her ass and pussy to Bob. Ro matched her at the table, offering her ass and pussy to me. I knelt behind her for the view, the scent, and her winking rear hole. It seemed to open a little more with each wink. Sue rarely let me in her back door, yet Ro was inviting me in. My stiff cock and I stood, gently found Ro’s hot and wet pussy, and slid in. We parked there a moment while she moaned and squeezed my cock.

Smelling Sue’s sweet anal pheremones meant her rear hole was at least slightly open. My glance at her flushed face confirmed that Bob was gently fucking her hungry pussy as I began fucking Ro. All of us moaned as we fucked in our unspoken hot swap. When I sped up and plunged deeper into Ro, she shouted, “Put it in my ass. Hurry.”

Bob’s cock seemed about the same size as mine so when I slid my slippery cock against Ro’s wrinkled hole, it open wider and I slid in with ease. Her heat felt intense; her practiced pressure felt exquisite. Fucking her brown hole under so much pressure was new to me. Hearing Sue moan as Bob’s flesh slapped her sweet ass added to my arousal and I soon filled Ro with copious hot cum. She squeaked her orgasm and collapsed on the table. I collapsed on her back and watched Bob fuck my wife.

He vigorously plowed her beautiful pussy. When he shifted to her ass, her hole tightened and she said, “If you go in there, you’re not getting in my pussy or mouth again.” Ro pointed to baby wipes on a counter. Sue relaxed her rear hole and Bob gently slid his bishop in. Fascinated, I watched him plunge back and forth, deeper and deeper, until he was fully in my wife’s ass. When she moaned louder, he stepped up his speed and thrust. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead; some flew off. In a few minutes, he grunted, squeezed his glutes, and filled my wife with his cum. She shuddered and came with him with just a simple grunt.

Bob knelt behind Sue and lapped his oozing cum from her ass. She moaned as his tongue warmed and drained her. Next, he pointed to Ro’s ass and my cock still in her. I backed off, but he grabbed my cock as he squeezed Ro’s ass closed. Smiling, he pulled my semi stiff cock into his mouth and licked me clean. I froze and let him. Once clean, he sucked my cock into his throat and hummed. Shocked, I surged and filled his belly with fresh cum. After he licked and sucked my prepuce clean, he shifted to his wife and drained my cum from her. He mumbled, “Your cum has a sweeter taste than mine. We have to do this more often. No need to reciprocate, if you don’t want to.” I didn’t.

We cleaned up and returned to card playing, naked. Sue lay supine with her wide spread legs aimed at Bob. Ro nodded at Bob, he nodded back with a smile, then, staring at Sue’s red and swollen pussy, said, “Now that the ice is broken, I hope we can do this often. We like how you both fuck. There’s so much more we can explore.” Indeed there was.

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8/24/23 seminal image: Sue hugging Ro from behind as she played w bare tits and I raised/removed her skirt