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Heavy Petting for Four

Runa is waiting in the hostel food court when Sugar and I walk through the door. She races up, stands on tip toes, and gives me a long, welcoming kiss. Then she wrinkles her nose, and looks accusingly at Sugar.

“You smell like sex,” Runa says, dragging me by the hand toward the showers. Sugar waves goodbye with her thumb and forefinger in a subtle jerking off gesture.

“Was Sugar a hot fuck?” Runa asks with a laugh as she pulls me down a long corridor.

“It never got that far,” I say, truthfully, but omit that Emily was an incredibly hot fuck.

“Somehow, that doesn’t sound like Sugar,” Runa adds.

“Well, she did promise to fuck me before I leave.”

“Yeah. That’s more like Sugar.”

Since Runa is clearly not pissed off, I have great expectations. We strip and jump into a shower stall. Even in the dim light, drinking in the details of her tiny, perfectly proportioned tits, ass and pussy, leaves me gaping in wonderment.

As I watch little rivers of living water roll over her breasts and dive down between her legs, I want desperately to chase them with my fingers and tongue. But I don’t, although it takes every last ounce of self-restraint. Somehow this dingy shower with a moldy curtain and dirty, broken tiles, isn’t the right place to explore the limits of Runa’s sexual innocence.

We smile, ogle each other, and even embrace for a deep kiss with my erect cock trapped against her upper abdomen, but it doesn’t go beyond this naked hug. Back in the room, Runa gets a text from Raven saying not to wait around, that she’ll return when Robert arrives for his shift at the front desk in the afternoon.

We have lunch in the food court, surrounded by people speaking everything from Dutch to Mandarin. Runa blushes to the roots as she talks about what’s been going on in the dorm after dark.

“The other night,” she whispers so we can’t be overheard, “it was the first time anyone’s watched me touch myself… well, except Raven.”

“Are you embarrassed?”

“No. I don’t think so. It’s just… well, I’ve never been that excited before,” she says with a shy smile. “I very much liked you watching. And watching you too.”

“Me too, Runa,” I whisper. “You are the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Ohhhhhh,” she says, putting her hands over mine. “You are so sweet. And, what is the word? A hunky?”

“Close enough,” I laugh.

“But, Jason,” she confides. “Something frightens me.”

“What’s that, Baby?”

“Maybe I like be watched too much?”

“I don’t understand?”

“Neither do I. But I think I want to be watched more,” Runa says with a strange gleam in her eye.

Apparently, the stereotype of the sexually liberated Scandinavian woman, doesn’t always apply to girls from small farming villages like Runa’s. Part of the reason Runa and Raven chose the hostel over a small hotel, is they had heard that mixed hostels were a safe place for virgins to learn something about sex.

Very different from what my backpacking buddies told me.

The Twins weren’t disappointed. On their first night, Runa heard sounds from Rolf’s bunk. Raven did too. And if he knew the girls were watching as he stretched naked across his bunk with his cock in one hand and smartphone playing porn in the other, he didn’t seem to notice, or care.

For Runa it was a first. She’d never seen a guy masturbate except online. For the more adventurous Raven, it wasn’t exactly a first, but it was arousing enough that she set her sights on hooking up with Robert, the good-looking multilingual Frenchman. Something which proved absurdly easy.

Then I arrived and well, I could piece together everything from there. Now, what I wanted more than anything was an upgrade to one of the private rooms, and to disappear with Runa for the rest of the day, exploring ever millimeter of each other’s naked bodies.

I was pretty sure Runa did too.

But I’d vowed to spend at least half of each day visiting art studios and galleries, and it seemed like a pretty shitty precedent to blow off my mission on the second day, even if it is for dreamy sex with the sweetest, most innocent Norwegian twin I’m likely to ever meet.

I came up with a compromise. I’d take Runa with me on my rounds of 6th- and 7th- arrondissement art galleries, and in the late afternoon we’d cycle off to a private little spot I’d found on the Google satellite map deep in the Bois de Vincennes. What better for a spring afternoon in Paris than a romantic picnic in the park.

The most remote, secluded corner of the park.

Runa would get to see a side of Paris she’d otherwise never discover, and by afternoon I’d get to see every side of Runa.

I rented Runa a bike, and we headed across Isle Saint Louis and into the the little rabbit warren of Medieval streets that is the Latin Quarter. By mid-afternoon we’d seen hundreds of pretty paintings, nearly all of them commercially viable, but not one that I could see hanging izmit escort in MOMA, the Whitney or the Getty as a masterpiece of contemporary art.

Runa, however, fell in love with a small limited-edition print by a Norwegian artist, of all things. In a distinctive naif style, he captured a pair of steaming draft horses pulling a hay cart across a meadow in the warm glow of a summer sunrise. Like any indulgent lover, I shelled out 500€ to buy it for her, and had it rolled into a shipping tube that I placed in my pannier alongside the baguette, ham, wine and cheese for our picnic.

“Thank you, Jason,” Runa said, standing on the tips of her toes and placing a chaste kiss on my cheek. Chaste or not, it send a jolt of arousal through me.

As we pedaled west along the Seine toward Bois de Vincennes, I thought about Runa’s print and how it was the most authentic and artistically honest work we’d seen all day. I wasn’t in the least surprised it struck an immediate responsive chord with her. And it made me wonder that in my eagerness to follow in Bea’s formidable footsteps, if I wasn’t overlooking the kind of visceral connection to art that had been the hallmark of her success.

Boris de Vincennes is famous for its male prostitutes after dark. But during the day, I’d heard it was filled with new mom’s pushing prams and kids playing soccer. And that was true around the periphery, but as we ride deeper into the center we pass plenty of sketchy characters lurking in the bushes not far off the larger trails.

Because I have the GPS, I take the lead. Sometimes on wide trails, we ride side-by-side. It’s when I drop behind Runa, that I’m enthralled watching her. She’s obviously done a lot of riding. She has a smooth, economical stride with back arched into a perfect airfoil, and her tight little ass cheeks relentlessly grip the seat while her blonde hair fans out atop her shoulders like a golden cape.

“I race you,” she announces as we hit a long straight-away, and she accelerates ahead. I struggle to keep up. My bike is much heavier, and so am I. I’m still a couple bike lengths behind when we fly into the clearing at full speed.

“Wait! This is it,” I yell as she speeds through the clearing and back onto the forest trail on the other side. I stop, gasping for air as I watch her surge confidently ahead. Runa is almost out of sight before she glances back and sees me stopped in the dappled light of the clearing.

She pedals back to me as effortlessly as if she’s floating on air, smiling a winner’s smile. I notice we’re both dripping in sweat as I unfurl one of the thin hostel blankets at the base of a massive chestnut tree. Runa fixes her eye on me as she lifts her little crop top T-shirt over her head. I can’t help but suck in a sharp breath when I see her breasts, milky white in the sunlight with puckered little areola no larger than a dime.

“Your turn,” she teases. I pull my shirt over my head.

“What now?” I ask.

“We do this,” she replies, peeling off her yoga pants and panties in a single move.

“Let’s eat,” she announces, which sounds like an excellent suggestion. I sweep Runa into my arms, amazed at how light and flexible her body feels, and lower her onto the blanket. But before she can pull herself to a sitting position, My head dives between her thighs, and I trap her legs against my shoulders, exposing her sex to my mouth.

“Hellig, Dritt!” she giggles, which I take translates to something like, “Holy, Shit!”

Her pussy lips are deliciously salty, and after the third or fourth time that I caress them with my flattened tongue, they bud open for me. Runa, however, swears like a Viking raider.

For a long time, I feel her twist and squirm, and do everything in her power, short of kneeing me in the groin, to evade my tongue. At first, I think it’s probably the way I lunged for her pussy with no warning or foreplay. But then something else occurs to me. Most women with sexual experience, instinctively know how to accommodate themselves to oral stimulation. Runa, however, seems confused and overwhelmed.

“Your first time?” I ask, relaxing my tongue for just an instant. She takes advantage of my distraction to clamp her legs together, pinning my head just beyond tongue lapping distance of my target.

She lets loose another burst of what I can only assume is Nordic profanity, then finally calms down enough to regain her English. “Please,” she pleads. “Go softly.”

I obey immediately, barely brushing her soft erogenous skin with the tip of my tongue, and I’m rewarded with a satisfied moan as she releases her grip on my head. I think back a few years to my affair with Donna, a fellow college freshman, as well as the daughter of a strict and controlling Italian-American father. Donna grew to adore oral sex, receiving and giving, but the first couple times I went down on her, the sensations were so intense she nearly passed out.

With Runa, gentle and slow also works gebze escort a charm. Soon my tongue is gliding in and out of her vagina while she chortles and mewls and enthusiastically grinds her pussy into my face. I reach up with my finger and probe until I found her little clit. That’s all it takes. Runa’s ass rises in the air, her tiny hips buck and roll, and I feel her narrow vagina clench my tongue as long series of contractions engulf her. Going by the volume of the moan that escape her lips, Runa is shocked and surprised by the intensity of her orgasm.

I, too, am socked when I lift my head from between Runa’s thighs long enough to survey my surroundings. A pair of bicyclists, a male and female, have dismounted not thirty feet away, and are watching with fascination. Or at least, the woman looks fascinated.

The guy, who is probably not much older than me, has a hard, dissolute look, as if he’s already seen and done it all, coupled with a vibe suggesting he’s distinctly annoyed with my presence.

When I do a double take of his companion, an impeccably trim, coiffed and dressed woman somewhere in her late thirties, it occurs to me that the guy is a Vincennes gigalo, and that Runa and I have probably invaded his territory.

Runa is still savoring the afterglow, blissfully unaware that we have an audience. I consider trying to lick her to another climax without telling her about the new arrivals, but decide this is an even worse idea than telling her.

“We have company,” I whisper. She forces her eyes open and takes a long look over her shoulder, making eye contact with the woman cyclist. The woman, whose body is tight and sensuous under a lycra top and biking shorts, smiles almost bashfully at Runa and some kind of secret understanding passes wordlessly between her them that results in Runa nodding perceptibly.

“It’s OK,” Runa whispers back. “She just wants to watch,” Runa adds, leaving me scratching my head. We later learn she is Marie-Clair. Her companion, apparently without any ironic intent, is Max.

Marie-Clair, whose face is unremarkably plain in comparison with her hot body, sets her bike aside and says something inaudible to Max. He responds by lowering his bike to the ground as well, then kneeling in front of the her and running his fingertips over her body, paying special attention to her breasts and inner thighs.

Runa twists around and pulls herself to a lotus sitting position with her glistening wet sex exposed to the other couple. “Stand up,” she says, and when I get to my feet next to her, she swiftly yanks my biking shorts to my ankles, leaving my erection bobbing up and down. I see the woman, whose own biking shorts are being peeled off, smile appreciatively at me.

As I step out of my shorts and briefs, Runa moves directly behind me with her naked breasts firmly pressed against the hollow of my back. Her arms reach around me, and pulls my t-shirt over my head. Before it has floated completely to the ground, her fingers are toying my nipples. I look at our visitors to see Marie-Clair strip off her chemise, her eyes focused on my cock and a wide smile across her face.

Sometimes an event is so strange and unexpected, that time literally stands still. Whether it lasts a few minutes, or a couple of hours, is immaterial. Emotional intensity colors all perceptions, rendering the mundane dimensions like time and space irrelevant. For me, our afternoon was on the cusp of becoming one of those timeless events.

It was partly the warm sun on my naked skin. Partly, the sultry breeze caressing my cock and swirling around my balls. Partly, the searing sensation of Runa’s firm nipples pressing against my naked back. Partly, the hungry gaze Marie-Clair, whose eyes never strayed from my cock. Together, these things produced an erection more turgid than anything I can recall.

Then there’s the scene unfolding before me. Max, who surely fits the stereotype of a gigolo, performs an all-out oral assault on Marie-Clair. Her fists clench, she bites her lower lip until it turns white, and her eyes which not long ago seemed to lust after my quivering cock, are unfocused and roll upward into her head.

Max’s hands squeeze her ass, forcing her pussy into his mouth. Then I see one hand move between her ass cheeks. Whatever Max does with his fingers back there, seems to topple Marie-Clair over the precipice. Her eyelids flutter close, a red flush spreads across her chest, her nipples look painfully hard and distended, and her legs go so slack that Max grabs her waist to keep her from sagging to the ground.

A long, guttural groan emerges from Marie-Clair, increasing in volume as the muscles on the back of Max’s neck became taut and distended from the effort he exerts with his mouth and tongue. Her body trembles with a series of spasms and for some reason Max vaguely reminds me of guitarist Jimmy Page blasting through the final chorus of “No Quarter.”

I realize darıca escort Runa is hanging onto me, mesmerized and motionless, and an idea occurs to me. “I thought she just wanted to watch us,” I tell Runa, realizing that we have become the voyeurs.

Runa just gives me that coy smile that beautiful girls anywhere in the world seem to master long before taking their first steps. Meanwhile, Marie-Clair is bent over, hand on her knees like an athlete struggling to catch her breath, and I realize that both Marie-Clair and Max are the ones who have gone all out to put on a show for us. And something about that stokes my competitive instincts.

I turn and face Runa, grab her by the hips and squat down at the same time that I hoist her legs over her shoulders. As I rise to my feet, she rides my shoulders as if we are playing a game of playground chicken. Except, of course, there is one important difference.

Rather than Runa’s naked crotch riding against the back of my neck, it is positioned opposite my mouth.

I savor the flavor of her girl juice. But I am far more careful in the way my tongue approaches her pussy lips. The position gives Runa and our voyeurs an unobstructed view of each other, although all they can see of me is my white butt.

When my tongue finds the tiny button of her clit, Runa whimpers softly. Soon she is joined by the Marie-Clair, their feminine mewls rising and falling in counterpoint. There’s no question about the extent of Runa’s arousal. The smart-ass in me wants to make some kind of wise crack, like ‘Hey! It’s raining down here.” Fortunately, my mouth is otherwise engaged.

And a sweet engagement it is. Runa’s aroma is an aphrodisiac that sends shivers along my spine and releases butterflies in my stomach. All this excitement, of courses, all ends up focused on my cock.

From the sound of her moans, Marie-Clair is approaching another climax. Almost instinctively, my tongue switches from softly probing Runa’s clit, to a more aggressive fluttering motion. I’m rewarded with a gasp and as Runa tries to squirm beyond the reach of my tongue. She even presses down on my scalp with her palms, desperately looking to put some separation between my mouth and her pussy.

I relent, withdrawing from my assault on her clit. Sitting with her butt cheeks resting on my pecs and her legs hanging over my shoulders, puts the entrance to Runa’s love canal at the perfect angle for some deep tongue exploration. I hear her sigh as I slide inside, perhaps from pleasure, perhaps from relief that I’m no longer focused on her hypersensitive clit.

I tense the muscles in my tongue and push it far as it will reach. Except before it’s fully extended, I it’s stopped by something soft, but remarkably unyielding.

At that instant, Runa screams and clamps her thighs against my head with such sudden force, that I fall onto one knee to keep both of us from toppling to the ground. Once before I was nearly decapitated like this when a girl slammed her legs together with my head between them. That time, I’d been probing with my finger, but I’m sure the cause is identical.

Little Runa is most assuredly a virgin.

I couldn’t tell what our voyeurs made of all this, but I pull my head back far enough to tell Runa that I’m sorry. Whether it’s pain, embarrassment or a impending orgasm, Runa face is brilliant red. Still, she manages a weak smile as I rise back on both legs and use my tongue to sooth her by lapping gently at Runa’s labia and taint.

Something about our momentary drama, or perhaps merely Max’s gigolo expertise, brings Marie-Clair to another very long, very audible orgasm. Her moans are just beginning to fade when I feel a shudder pass through Runa’s body. Her ass cheeks clench against my chest as her fingernails rake into the back of my neck like feline claws.

Once again, Runa doesn’t have time to revel in the after glow. In the immediate aftermath of her climax, her muscles go almost slack, which combines with a fresh explosion of slippery girl cum, making it difficult to stay balanced. This time I drop onto both knees, and let Runa slip into my arms.

“Bravo!” Marie-Clair calls out, clapping her hands. For a moment I think maybe she’s mocking us, but the look of lust in her eye says otherwise. Besides, a woman wearing nothing but bike shoes with man’s face between her thighs is in no position to ridicule anyone.

I take a little mock bow, then squat next to Runa, who’s pulled herself into a sitting position. Her ribs are heaving as she tries to catch her breath, and she has that heavy-lidded look that Bea sometimes called boudoir eyes. I don’t need a guide book to know that means Runa’s sexual appetite is not yet sated.

The French couple has traded places. Marie-Clair has her back to us and is kneeling in front of Max. Her naked ass makes a lovely heart shape beneath her thin hips and a long, slim waist. With very deliberate movements, she undoes the his belt, button and zipper. As she pulls Max’s pants down, I hear Runa make a little gasp. The expression on her face is adorable mixture of disbelief and wonderment.

If this guy is the gigolo that I think he must be, he certainly is built for the job. Not completely hung like a horse, but close. And certainly bigger than me. A lot bigger, actually.

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The rest of the afternoon went quickly for Mary. She still got several visitors as she had in the morning: same lame excuses. She wondered if everyone in the office knew. It still excited her: all these guys coming in making their excuses just to get a look down her cleavage.

At one stage she thought about opening her jacket and giving them a good look just as she had been told to do in the restaurant. The thought of that had really turned her on. God, what was she becoming? A few days ago she would have run a mile rather than expose herself to strangers. Now it was all she wanted to do. This guy, whoever he was, was certainly getting to her. He was turning her into an exhibitionistic slut.

The rest of the afternoon passed without a call from him. She didn’t know whether she was pleased or sorry.

At four thirty, she made her way down to the car park and drove home. First thing she did when she got home was to mix herself a drink; she badly needed one. She took off her work clothes, her skirt and jacket, and slipped into a silk wrap. She switched on the TV and sat down with her drink.

She was almost nodding off when the phone went. She picked it up. “I guess you enjoyed your lunch,” the now familiar voice stated. “Did you get Bob to fuck you in the rest room? I would have liked to have seen that.”

“What have you got for me now? I’ve only just got in. I was going to get some dinner.”

“That’s not a problem. I’ll treat you for being such a good girl, Mary. Do you like pizza?”

“Yes, I don’t mind them.”

“What sort?”

“Hot and meaty, with garlic and chilies.”

“A bit like you.” She could tell he was smiling. “Okay, I will send you one around in about fifteen minutes. Oh, and by the way, when he delivers it, answer the door with no clothes on.”

“Oh my God,” she thought–just when she thought he was being kind to her.

Still she guessed it might have an exciting side. He might be a dishy young student. She began to feel herself getting quite aroused again as she waited for the door bell to ring, and when it at last did, she almost jumped out of her skin.

She slipped off the silk wrap and laid it over the back of the sofa. She walked slowly to the door and looked through the small spy hole. It could have been anybody. A lanky youth about nineteen was standing there with a large pizza box in his hand, and she took a deep breath and pulled open the door.

“Domino Pizza for Miss……Oh, shit!” His voice trailed off as he realized that the woman standing before him was completely naked. “I’m sorry, Miss, I didn’t know,” the guy stuttered. He was the one totally embarrassed by the situation. Mary had to smile.

“Sorry,” Mary apologized, “but I was just going to get a shower and I thought it was the girl next door.”

The guy apologized again, but Mary noticed that although his face was a little red he was now looking at her quite openly.

“I must say you look very nice, Miss,” the guy said awkwardly. “It’s the first time I’ve seen a woman like you with no clothes on.”

Mary had her hand on the door. Should she close it? She had done as she had been asked, but the young guy just stood there looking seemingly reluctant to leave.

Again Mary was feeling that same excited feeling. She knew she should close the door, but she wanted him to look at her, to see her nakedness.

“There’s nothing to pay,” he said at last. “It was prepaid.”

Mary was amused to see a lump had taken shape in his tight jeans. He saw where she was looking. “I’ve got to go,” he said quickly. He clutched at his pants and disappeared down the steps.

Mary smiled to herself as she walked back into the apartment. She slipped back into her wrap and opened up the pizza. She sat and ate at least half of it and amused herself thinking how the guy had acted. She guessed if she ordered pizza again she would get an extra quick service.

The following day was Saturday and at least she didn’t have to go into work, but it was just before noon when he rang. “Did you enjoy the pizza?”

“It was very nice. Thank you.”

“No problem. I guess the Pizza guy liked you.” Mary smiled. “He seemed to.”

“The way he ran down the steps I guess he almost came in his pants. I suppose your name’s on their quick delivery list. All the guys will want to deliver your next one. Anyway, I have an interesting little chore for you to do tonight.

There’s a contest on at the Road Hog Road House in Westbury. I want you to go over there and enter it, and I want you to do whatever you have to do to win it.”

“What sort of contest is it?” Mary asked.

“You’ll see when you get there. Be there by seven thirty, and as I say, just do anything you have to do. Just come out the winner. I’ll see you there. I’ll be in the crowd.”

Mary had no idea what went off at the Road House, but she guessed it was something embarrassing.

She decided to spend the afternoon shopping, just something to get her mind off things for a while. She arrived home late afternoon, escort kocaeli bayan had a light tea, and then showered and changed before she got out the car and drove over to Westbury.

The Road House was not hard to find; in fact she passed it as she drove into the small town. She turned the car around and drove back and turned into the fairly busy car park. As she got out of the car, she could not help but notice several men who were also parking looking at her and commenting to one another.

Inside, the place was crowded, mainly with men and just a sprinkling of women. She made her way to the bar and ordered a drink. When the bar man put her drink in front of her, she asked him about the contest.

“You signing up?” he asked with some surprise, looking her up and down.

Mary nodded. “Where do I go?”

He pointed across the room. “Over by the stage. You’ll see a guy with a clip board; that’s Jim. Tell him you want to be put down for tonight. Once he sees, he’ll okay you.

She took a sip of her drink and made her way across the crowded room. She located Jim sitting with his clip board. He was writing down the details of a buxom blond who was standing with him. When he had finished taking her details, he handed her a card with a number on it. As the girl walked away, Mary stepped forward. “Can I put my name down for the contest?”

The guy looked her up and down seemingly a little surprised. “Yes, sure, I guess you are old enough to know what you are doing. Ever done anything like this before?”

“Anything like what before? I was just told to put my name down.”

“It’s for the wet t-shirt contest, darling. You’ve got to show’em your tits.”

Mary wasn’t too surprised. She had guessed it would be something like that. “Yes, I know. By the way, the name’s Annabelle, with an E.”

Jim took the rest of her details. She didn’t tell him the truth; well, not altogether. When he had finished, he handed her a number. “Door behind me leads to the dressing room. Be in there by eight thirty.”

Mary made her way back to the bar and found an empty seat. The crowd in the room seemed to have grown. Gangs of lads joked with each other as they pushed to get drinks. A couple of them tried to chat her up, but gave up when they saw she wasn’t interested.

She was just ordering her second drink when she heard a woman’s voice beside her, “You doing the contest, luv?”

Mary turned to see a reasonably attractive blond standing beside her. She was wearing a tight low cut sweater that showed off her breasts and a short mini skirt.

Mary nodded. “Yes, I’ve got my name down. Are you in it?”

The girl nodded and smiled. “Name’s Rita. What’s yours?”

“Annabelle.”

The girl looked at her. “You’re a bit posh to be doing this, aren’t you?”

Mary smiled. “Do I look out of place?”

Rita shrugged. “No, I guess anyone can enter. The guys will like you. They usually like a bit of class.”

“Have you done it before?” Mary inquired.

Rita nodded. “Yes, several times; never won; came second a couple of times. You have to go all the way to win; thought about it a couple of times, but couldn’t make myself do it. They want to see every bloody thing,” she said looking round at the crowd. “You’d think they were all bloody gynecologists.”

Mary suddenly found herself feeling rather warm. “Get us vodka and lime, luv, and stick with me. I’ll show you the ropes,” Rita said with a smile. The two of them sat and talked. Rita was a single mum with a couple of kids. “I don’t mind second prize,” Rita said. “It’s £50, gets the food in for the week, and pays for a few drinks.” Rita looked at her watch. “Better get through to the dressing room. It starts in thirty minutes, but hang back. You don’t want to be first on. Let some other bird get ’em warmed up.”

Jim smiled at them as they walked past him into the dressing room. There were about a dozen girls in there, all of various shapes and sizes. “Grab a locker that works. You don’t want someone nicking your gear,” Rita instructed.

Jim came into the room with a bundle of white t-shirts on his arm. He went round and handed one to each of the girls. He handed one to Rita and then smiled as he passed one to Mary. “Can’t wait to see your tits, darling,” he said with a grin. He placed the rest of the shirts on a table.

Mary felt herself reddening,

“Glad to see you’ve palled up with Rita. She is an old pro; she’ll show you the ropes.” He turned to Rita and grinned. “And no cutting the bloody shirts till the second round.” Rita smiled at him.

When he had gone, the girls began to strip. Mary looked around a little nervously.

“Strip down to your knickers, luv, and then put the T-shirt on,” Rita instructed.

Mary did as she was instructed feeling a little self conscious undressing in front of everyone. Rita was soon down to her brief panties. Mary noticed her breasts drooped slightly. Well, she guessed that was to be expected after a couple of children.

“I kocaeli otele gelen escort wish I still had tits like yours,” Rita commented when Mary had removed her bra. “Mine used to be like that, but look at ’em now after a couple of kids have been hanging on to ’em.” She cupped her breasts in her hands and lifted them. “If I win the lottery, first thing I’ll do is get a boob job. Still,” she shrugged, “the guys seem to like ’em.”

She slipped the white t-shirt over her head. On the front was the picture of a pig on a motor bike and the words Road Hog Diner.

They stored their discarded clothes in a locker and made sure it was secure. Jim came back in. Some of the girls were still in just their panties, but he didn’t seem to notice. Mary guessed he’d seen it all before.

“Right, you lot listen up,” he called. “Come up when your name’s announced. I’ll have a little chat with you, ask about what you do and what you will do with the winnings. Then you will get wet and dance for five minutes. Okay, that is not too hard. Any questions?” He looked around. “Okay, listen out for me to call your name.”

The girls sat around chatting while Jim, now acting as compère (master of ceremonies), started the proceedings. Mary heard loud cheers from the crowd. She wondered what it was going to feel like displaying her breasts in front of so many strangers. She was glad they were at least strangers.

With the announcements made, there was a loud blast of music and the first girl was called up on stage amid loud applause. Mary heard the music start up and heard the cheers and shouts from the crowd.

“Sounds a noisy lot,” she said turning to Rita.

Rita grinned. “Wait till you hear them in the finals. They are really noisy then.”

Just then the first girl came back off stage. She was soaking wet, her lank hair plastered to her head. The white t-shirt now almost transparent was clinging to her like a second skin, her breasts and nipples clearly on display. She grabbed a towel from a pile on a table and started to dry herself.

One by one the girls made their way up to the stage, and all returned looking the same, wet and bedraggled. At last she heard her name being called. She felt a slight flutter in her stomach as she made her way out onto the stage. She looked out; a sea of faces was looking up at her. “Welcome to the Road Hog, Annabelle,” Jim greeted her. “How old are you, and what do you do for a living?” He held the microphone in front of her.

“I’m 28 and I work in an office.” She didn’t think she needed to say any more than that.

“And you have never done this before have you?” Mary shook her head.

“So, guys,” Jim said turning to the audience, “we’ve got a new pair of tits for you tonight, and if Annabelle gets through to the next round, maybe even more, so come on, give her a big Road Hog welcome.”

There was a loud cheer from the crowd and Mary squealed as someone came up behind her and poured a bucket of cold water over her head. She looked stunned for a moment and the audience laughed. Then the music started with a loud rock beat and she began to dance. She could feel her nipples hardened by the cold water rubbing against the thin material of the shirt. She knew they were on show to everyone, bouncing and jiggling to the beat of the music. The enthusiasm of the crowd began to get to her and she found she was enjoying herself. It was exciting being partly naked in front of so many. She was in fact a little disappointed when the music faded and the crowd applauded her performance wildly.

Back down in the dressing room Rita greeted her. “You did well; they liked you; you should get through to the next round.”

She dried herself on a towel and wished Rita luck when it was her turn.

After the first round, a barman came in with cans of drink for everyone, and Jim came back stage to announce the six girls who were through to the next round. Both Mary and Rita had made it.

While they sat and sipped their drinks, Rita went and got a couple more t-shirts from a pile on the table. She took a pair of scissors from her hand bag, and to Mary’s amazement, she began to cut and slash at them.

She saw the look on Mary’s face. “You need to show more flesh this time, darling, and it’s a good idea to rip the shirt off completely as a big finish. Sometimes they are difficult to tear so slashing them works two ways: shows the guys a little more and you can get it off without a struggle.

When she had finished, Mary tried it on. It was about ten inches shorter than last time. Before her panties had been covered by her shirt; now they were exposed. She suddenly realized that if they became wet they were not going to conceal a lot. Also several of the slits in the shirt exposed her breasts completely. She shrugged when she caught sight of herself in a mirror, and this was only the second round.

She was third on stage just after Rita. Rita came off stage dripping with izmit suriyeli escort water and wearing just her brief panties. She grinned at Mary. “There’s a good crowd tonight; go and give it to them, but stay clear of the edge of the stage. There are some groping hands.”

This time Mary strode back on stage a little more confidently. She was enjoying the adoration of the crowd; it excited her that the guys were screaming for her. She danced well knowing that she was probably showing them everything, for she guessed her panties were almost transparent with the water. She took Rita’s advice and as the music ended she ripped the t-shirt off completely and tossed it out into the crowd. There was a scramble for it. She stood there in front of a hundred or so guys naked apart from her soaked panties milking the applause like a professional before rushing off stage.

Downstairs, Rita greeted her. “Sounded as though they liked you,” she smiled and passed her a fresh towel. “You should get into the final three.”

She was right. Mary’s name was called as one of the finalists.

They sat together having a drink. “Are you up for this?” Rita asked. You need to show everything and more if you want to win.”

Mary shrugged. “I’ve got to win. It’s not the money; it’s just that I’ve got to win.” She thought for a moment and then went on to tell Rita about the blackmailer.

Rita listened intently until she had finished, then she put her arm around her. “You poor thing.”

Mary smiled. “It’s not too bad now. It was horrid at first. I felt dirty, but I’m beginning to enjoy some of the things.” She grinned. “Actually, it’s been quite fun tonight.”

She sipped on her drink and then turned to Rita. “Look, you have to show me how I can win this contest, and if I succeed, I’ll share my winnings with you. As I told you, I’m not in it for the money.”

Rita’s eyes lit up. “You really mean that?” Mary nodded.

Rita thought for a moment, and then she looked at Mary. “Look, like I told you at the beginning, to win this you have to be willing to go all the way and I really mean that. They are just a crowd of bloody perverts out there. They want to see everything, and I really mean everything.”

Mary looked at her new friend and nodded. “I guessed as much. What do I need to do?”

“Well, I guess you need to start by losing your knickers.”

Mary stood up and thrust down her wet panties. She stood there naked in front of Rita. She nodded. “You have a nice body. Wait until you’ve had a couple of kids. It will be like mine.” She picked up a fresh t-shirt. “Here, put this on.”

Mary slipped the fresh shirt on over her head. She felt excited about going out there without her panties on. She knew she was going to have to show everything this time. She shivered with excitement at the thought.

“Okay, you are ready to go now so let’s go through the routine. After the chat with Jim and once you’re wet, start dancing. Give it a couple of minutes. Flash them; let them know you are naked under the shirt. Mind you, I guess most of them will have guessed by then anyway. Then you need to strip completely.”

Mary could now visualize herself standing completely naked in front of all those guys. The thought of it almost brought on an orgasm. She pressed her thighs together tightly.

“After that you have about three minutes to perform, and it’s up to you; the more you let them see, the more they will like it. Before I had the kids, I used to strip in pubs and clubs. And it was the same there. If you spread your legs and let them get a good look at your pussy, they loved it, but even then, some wanted you to go even further.

“Go further than that? “Mary inquired. “I don’t understand.”

“In the trade it’s called showing pink: spreading your pussy lips open, letting them get a real eyeful.”

Mary was stunned for a moment. Would she have to go that far to win? Then she remembered his voice: “Do anything you have to do, just win.” Oh, my God, she thought to herself.

She was still thinking about what Rita had said when her name was called. Rita shook her. “It’s your turn.”

She made her way up the stairs still in a bit of a daze after Rita’s revelation, but she managed to shake it off. Once she was out on stage, she felt very vulnerable without her panties on and was glad that the fresh t-shirt was long enough to cover everything.

A big cheer went up when she appeared accompanied by a few shouts of, “Get it off.”

“Well, Annabelle, you’ve made it through to the last three,” Jim said when she reached center stage. “Not bad for your first attempt. Can you win it?”

“I can with the help of these guys,” she said smiling at the audience.

Again loud whistles and cheers went up.

“Okay, it’s over to you, Annabelle; take it away.”

One of the stage hands came over with a bucket of water and tipped it over her. Then the music started and she began to dance. She remembered what Rita had said and gave them little glimpses of her bottom, just enough for them to realize that she was wearing nothing under the T-shirt. When she guessed she was about halfway through her routine, she turned her back on the audience, stood with her legs slightly apart, and gripping hold of the bottom of her shirt, she began to slowly peel it up her body. The cheers and whistles were now deafening, and the excitement was getting to her.

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[All characters in this work of fiction are over 18]

I’m not an exhibitionist. That would be disgusting and depraved, and I’m not.

That’s what I want to tell you.

I’m not a fetishist. I’m sane. Normal. That’s what I say to myself. That may even be what I believe. I can say it and believe it all I want. But it won’t change what happened.

I’d just turned 18. My family and I were on vacation in Ocean City, just like every year. I love the beach and everything about it. The beach in the day, the beach at night. The boardwalk. The ocean, the crowds, the sand that’s too hot to walk on, the waves that tumble you over and over. The tourist traps that sell the same thing block after block. Even paying $2.25 for a soda. God help me I love it all. It arouses every part of me. Every part. One night it got out of hand.

Another year and I was having trouble sleeping. I lay awake and thought about it. Snatches of sleep came and I dreamt about it. I’d fantasized about doing it since I was much younger, but never had the courage. We’d celebrated my 18th birthday when we’d arrived at the hotel. I was an adult. I rolled over and looked at the clock. 3:00 am. And I remember believing that if I waited another day, it wouldn’t be because I didn’t have the courage to do it, but because I knew better. Tonight was the night.

I snuck out of bed, and into the bathroom. I changed into my one-piece swimsuit. The black and green one. I put on my sandals. And I took one plastic bag. I wadded it up tightly in my hand and slipped out of our hotel room. Or motel, I suppose, the door led right to the outside, as it should be. And I made my way down the alley to the beach.

My heart was pounding in my chest as I drifted out, over the embankment and onto the sand. It was overcast, and the night hid me. The glow of the city behind me was enough to see by, to show me what I was looking for just up ahead.

I climbed between the long white wooden legs of the lifeguard chair. My hands were shaking. The hot night was on my skin, and the humidity was kocaeli escort bayan cloying. But I was sweating for other reasons too. I stood under the lifeguard chair, steadying myself with my hands on the wooden beams, steadying my breathing with all the courage I could muster. I opened the plastic grocery bag.

My skin tingled as I unstrapped my sandals and put them in the bag. Then I stripped off my swimsuit, and time slowed down. I stuffed it into the bag, twisted it shut, and buried it in the sand with my hands, under the lifeguard chair. And I stepped out from this dubious shelter, and stood on the beach. I felt the night on my body. I heard the sound of the waves crashing in my ears, and a salt breeze touched my skin, arousing every part of me. Nude and vulnerable to the night. I took a deep breath and forced myself to let go of the lifeguard chair. I started walking.

My blood sang in my ears, and my heart thundered. Moisture beaded on my trembling skin. I felt everything. The sand under my feet, the heat and the wind, my own breasts swaying, my thighs brushing together. I was very aware of the parts the bathing suit had covered now, the breeze touching me intimately, unprotected and wet with sweat. And, I began to notice, something else.

We’re not supposed to do this. From the beginning we’re taught to cover up our shame, observe decency, and not offend people or be obscene. We look at pictures of each other’s bodies in secret, and only share our own in the most intimate company. We’ve become ashamed. Maybe I have too, I’ve never seen myself as a supermodel. But tonight was different. I’d only taken off a small amount of fabric, but I’d removed my whole upbringing, and there I was on an open expanse of beach. And if anyone cared to look, there I would be, subject to their scrutiny…their judgement…their desire. Perhaps their lust. The thought made me giddy. And excited.

I began timidly, hunched, my arms wrapped protectively around my breasts, one hand reaching to cover between my legs, and izmit otele gelen escort slowly I forced myself to hold my head up, drop one and then the other arm to my sides. Then I remembered to relax, and breathe, and swing my arms like a normal person as I got more comfortable with my body. It was all the confidence I could muster. Deep down I was terrified.

Realistically, I’m sure no one saw me that night. But my young mind invented hundreds of observers. All of them police. The danger of getting caught, real consequences, the sheer badness of what I was doing made the rush infinitely stronger. My whole body pulsed with my heartbeat. And I felt a slick warmth on my thighs. The nectar of my own excitement. I was desperate. I wanted so badly to touch myself, but somehow I could not, like it would break the spell, like this part of the exhibit was not mine to take, but another’s. This was not to fulfill any rape fantasy, but I would have probably laid down and offered myself to anyone who happened to meet me that night.

I came upon another hotel, right on the beach like ours. I’d been on the beach at night a number of times before with my clothes on, and I remembered this place, whose deck lights shined alleys of light down the beach after hours while the rest of the building slept. I challenged myself not to break stride through each one, appearing and disappearing to pairs of eyes unseen and unseeable up on the deck behind those blinding lamps. There were nine. I counted. I rode an unbelievable current of tension when I emerged, and by then I think I was trickling down to about my knees.

I was alone again, just me and the ocean, and the occasional lifeguard chair. The overcast sky still protected me. After a long while, I was beginning to walk naturally. I’d gotten it out of my system. Maybe it was time to turn back. I’d looked at the beach from my window on a night like tonight, and it is black as black, passers by only revealed if they are loud and obnoxious. You couldn’t kocaeli suriyeli escort even see the ocean on a night like tonight. After one’s eyes adjust, it is easy to believe the whole world can see, when in fact the should of dusk obscures all, even if someone cared to look at this hour. This realization had now taken hold, finally allowing the thrill to pass.

But as I slowed, I noticed the sand turning pale. I looked up over the ocean at the clouds so faithfully hiding me and saw something that made my heart race.

A hole.

I stood paralyzed as I watched one opening, one crack in the clouds as it slowly, with a painful languor, over a full moon. And I was revealed.

I was in total darkness before, and had adjusted well enough to see by it. Being bathed in moonlight was almost blinding, and the beach lit up just as plain as day. Whereas before, in the spotlights at the hotel I could simply step out of the six-foot-wide shaft of golden illumination, now I was in the open, naked on a featureless expanse of beach. And suddenly all I could bring myself to do was slowly turn and watch the buildings behind me, all apartments and hotels for which people paid good money to have full view of the beach. And me.

We stared at each other for an unpardonably long time. Was I being observed? Was I being critiqued? Condemned? Arrested? These possibilities were present in my mind, but far, far away, stifled by the crashing waves at my back. I was petrified. And I was more desperately aroused than I’d ever been.

Then it was gone, and the world faded back into shadow. And reality came flooding back. I wasn’t wearing a watch, but I was sure I’d been out long enough that it was almost 5am, and the sun would be coming up soon. I turned and walked rather hastily back.

I got back to the lifeguard chair. Now that it wasn’t fun anymore I gratefully put my swimsuit back on, slipped into my sandals, and scurried back to the hotel room. My pelvis hummed with energy, but I shared a room with my younger brother at the time, and could not relieve the pressure. Though I would much later learn to deal with the problem by lying facedown with my legs spread with my hand under me and my face in the pillow, that night I found no relief, and the experience never culminated in an orgasm.

But I had done it, and I was finished. I’d gotten it out of my system.

And I dearly wish I could tell you that was the end.

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*** WARNING***

This story is completely made up and contains heavy cuckolding, sensual humiliation, and submissive slave domination. It’s also my very first story for publication of ANY kind so leave feedback and I do apologize if my writing is sub-par.

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I’m an average looking guy with an average build in my early twenties. I’m still a virgin due to a lack of confidence, very high standards, and the fact that I was raised with religious values; it’s those values which I started highly doubting recently.

I was raised thinking that sex, or even a kiss, was something sacred and should only be done after marriage; that made me pass on getting laid, making out, or getting head in my teens. Also, I thought that a girl who was not a virgin before marriage was a whore and did not deserve my attention or affection… until I met Ella.

Ella was an absolute stunner. A tall, long haired brunette in her mid twenties with blue-green cat eyes, puffy lips, a soft angelic voice and a smile that will instantly melt you… and that’s without even looking at her flawless body.

Long shaved legs, perfectly round ass, beautiful soft smooth pale skin and natural C cup sized breasts; her entire body was precisely proportioned to make any guy turn his head when she walked by. She was also a fashion and make-up expert so she knew how to dress and make herself even more attractive than she already was.

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I got a job as a bartender and was her replacement. She was leaving that job as she had just graduated from college, getting her psychology degree and was going to open a Psychiatrist’s office.

She showed me the ropes in her last few days and in that time, we got to know each other. She is fiercely intelligent and very perceptive; she’s also older than I am so she could tell that I was into her though not in a lustful way, just an adoring way.

We exchanged numbers and met a week later. We talked for hours when we met… and then, before things moved any further, she told me she had a boyfriend and would like for us to remain only friends. She let me know that she could tell how much I liked her… she even threw a glance and a smile at my erection, which made me blush bright red.

She laughed a little then we started talking about relationships and I admitted that I was a virgin. Unexpectedly, she was very understanding and even told me she had lost her virginity to her current boyfriend. In the midst of these conversations, she offered me a free psychological evaluation and gave me tips on how to find a girl that would make me happy. I accepted her generous offer and we set an appointment for the following week.

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I went to the appointment on time and it looked like the office was not finished; she was not officially open yet. Ella greeted me with a hug (her soft and sweet perfume made my knees almost buckle) and told me that the week after her office would be open for business and that I was her very first client.

The room was empty; it only had a comfortable arm chair and a small loveseat with a large handbag sitting on it. Ella looked even hotter than usual even though she was wearing a knee-length skirt and a simple, but tight fitting, white button-down shirt. I guess her natural beauty, confidence, intellect and positivity just made me head over heels for her.

Alas, I was woefully unprepared for this session. She started asking me personal questions and she knew I wouldn’t lie or hide anything from her. Questions about my childhood, my future dreams, about how I really feel about her; that’s where she started digging deep. Without much effort from her, I confessed my feeling of lust and constant thinking of her on a daily basis.

“It’s extremely important that you answer my next question honestly for this to work,” she said. “You’re a young guy and a virgin… you need and crave sexual release… do you masturbate and if yes, how often?”

I froze; never did I think I would be where I was and be asked that type of question. I tried avoiding answering but my feelings for her got the better of me and I said, “Yes, I masturbate almost on a daily basis.”

“Almost?” she jested.

“Well, okay, I jerk off a lot. Every day. And I watch a lot of porn,” I admitted.

“What kind of porn do you watch?” she asked curiously.

“Mostly what’s new from high production line studios, but it gets boring after a while… all the girls are the same and I know a lot of it is fake,” I explained.

“Do you imagine me in some of the pornos you watch?” she asked seductively with a low voice.

I stood in silence and after almost a minute I muffled, “Yes, I do.” To which she tilted her head to the side and smirked.

Meanwhile, all this talk made me rock hard which she noticed and led her to suggest something I didn’t expect.

“I see you are very aroused… as a matter of fact, this is also turning me on,” she stated. “I’m very curious escort kocaeli how you are in the size department,” she said, intrigued.

My face was red as a tomato and my dick hard as a diamond. She pursed her lips, painted with a bright red lipstick, and said, “Take it out.”

I didn’t know what to do and in panic I said, “Your boyfriend!”

She smiled. “This is therapy; we aren’t doing anything and I’m not cheating on him.”

I don’t know what came over me but as I was staring into her breathtaking, Emerald-Ocean eyes my hands moved on their own and undid my pants. My six-inch penis sprung out like a bullet.

“Oh my, you ARE excited!” she pointed out. “Take all of your clothes off now. I have something for you. “She opened her handbag next to her while I was removing my clothes. By the time I was completely naked, with my rock hard cock, out in a room, with nobody but the woman of my dreams, she gave me a pair of handcuffs and told me to restrain my hands behind my back.

“Why?” I asked, confused by all of this.

“You need to trust me and let me take charge. Imagine this is a porno and I’m the director; what I say goes. Is that understood?” She gave the statement as a question.

“Understood!” In the heat of the moment I said and did everything she asked me to, cuffing my hands behind my back and sitting down across her on the arm chair.

She put the handcuff key around her neck. “Good. Now we can begin the REAL therapy. Wait here; I’ll be back very soon.”

She left the room and in less than a minute, the door opened again and she entered with a handsome man in his early thirties. “This is Nathan, my boyfriend,” she said.

My heart sank; I couldn’t believe the predicament I was in. I was sweating bullets and shaking like it was -50 degrees.

“Relax,” Nathan said.

They both sat across from me on the couch less than three feet away and Ella started talking to me while I was naked, fully erect, and cuffed.

“Me and my boyfriend like to have threesomes from time to time; always with women,” Ella stated. “We were thinking about trying it with a man but Nathan doesn’t want another man penetrating me, so I had the idea and we talked about having another guy watch us and even be something like a sub or a pet that will do what we tell him to. When I met a virgin who was easy to manipulate like you, I pounced on the opportunity. Today, we will see what your boundaries are and how far we can push them. I assume you like this idea judging by how hard your dick is,” Ella said with a devilish smile.

I stood there in my seat and forgot how to talk; the only thing I could do was breathe, like I was in a coma but awake at the same time.

Without wasting much time, Nathan started kissing Ella’s neck and unbuttoning her shirt. Ella was simultaneously removing his clothes and looking at me while her man worked on her.

Nathan removed her skirt, shirt and bra revealing her black panties and perfect perky pink nipped breasts.

Nathan grabbed a breast in each hand, looking and smiling at me for a second; then he started sucking Ella’s left nipple. Her head tilted back and she gave a moan of pleasure. Then Nathan pulled his head back, releasing her left nipple with a pop and gave her a deep kiss; the open-mouthed kiss ensured that I could see everything.

Then he broke away and leaned down to suck Ella’s right nipple; after a few seconds, he gave her another kiss again. He repeated this technique a few times until both of them were wearing only their underwear.

“Are you ready, baby?” Ella asked Nathan.

“I am but he’s not,” said Nathan, pointing at me.

“He will learn,” Ella cooed.

Both of them stood up and stepped, hand-in-hand, in front of me, standing very close and facing me.

“You seem to like this so far,” Ella said, looking at my stiff cock.

I was silent, completely focused on her smoking hot body being played with right in front of me. At the same time, I noticed the big bulge sticking out of Nathan’s boxers. Ella was rubbing his massive package through his underwear as she turned to me. “Pay close attention; I don’t want you to miss a second.”

She slowly pulled down his boxers and revealed the biggest cock I have seen in my life. A solid 8.5 inches and THICK with fat, low hanging balls that were completely hairless and smooth. I was in awe as Ella pulled Nathan’s dick close to my face while I sat in the armchair, erect and cuffed.

The room was silent. Ella was giving Nathan’s huge cock slow, long strokes less than an inch away from my face. This went on for about two minutes. Then Ella broke the silence and started talking.

“This is how the majority of the session is going to proceed. You will watch and experience an up-close and personal point of view of Nathan playing with my body, kissing me passionately and fucking my tight pussy with his big dick right in front of your face. In between positions, I will stroke his cock like this kocaeli escort and speak to you. I want you to respond to me by talking into Nathan’s dick head as a microphone. Any objections?” Ella asked with her angelic voice.

“I’m fine with it,” said Nathan. “Also, I will play with our new toy but I’m not gonna overdo it; I don’t want to break him on our first try.” Both of them laughed and embraced each other in a passionate kiss, towering over me in each others arms naked.

“We just met and I have my cock dangling in front of your face,” Nathan said to me. “Look at your dick and then look back up at mine and tell me what differences you see.”

I broke the stare from Nathan’s beast sized cock and looked down at my average dick. I looked back up at his cock which was so close to my face I could smell it and was about to say something but Ella cut me off, reminding me, “Don’t forget to talk into the microphone!” All the while, maintaining the slow long strokes on her boyfriend’s meaty cock.

I opened my mouth and half-heartedly spoke into his dick like a microphone just like Ella told me to. “Your cock is larger than mine… and your balls are huge compared to mine.”

“That’s because I haven’t ejaculated in three days. I promised Ella I would come here with a full sack to give you a good show,” Nathan said to me.

Ella was trying hard to hold back her laughter while still stroking her man’s giant cock right across from my face. Then, she pressed her soft, natural breasts up against Nathan and leaned in for a French kiss, knowing full well I would be watching the kiss from under her boyfriend’s cock.

Ella took her black panties off, hung them on my erect dick and said, “Hold on to them for now. We will use them again shortly.” As she said that, she let go of Nathan’s cock and went to get something from her handbag.

Nathan did not step back, though; he maintained his erection less than an inch away from my face, looking down on me with an expression of dominance.

Ella quickly rejoined the scene with a bottle of lube and started lubricating her boyfriend’s massive cock in long, slow strokes. After drenching his tool with lube, she lifted his dick up exposing his smooth, large balls. “I want you to smell his nuts,” Ella told me directly.

“That’s so hot, babe!” said Nathan.

Being completely overtaken by this alpha couple, I leaned forward and took a whiff of Nathan’s swollen balls.

“Good, now tell me how it smells,” teased Ella, lowering his dick again.

“I don’t know,” I said. “I have never done this before.” I made sure to talk into his cock head again.

“I’ll tell you what that smell is,” said Ella, while putting her other hand on his balls and slowly caressing them. “That’s the odor of an Alpha male ready to fuck me in front of you.

“Baby, let’s show this virgin loser how we make love every day while he was beating his small prick to porn,” Said Ella.

Nathan took a step back and went behind Ella, picking her up by the legs and spreading them, exposing her magnificent vagina to me. It was shaved and pink, with a swollen clit and already dripping wet. It appears the lube was not necessary, but I realized most of this was unnecessary; this entire show was about making a statement to me and showing me why I am not good enough to be with a goddess like Ella.

Nathan stepped forward, making sure his cock was again less than an inch away from my face, this time poised to enter Ella’s wet tight pussy right above my nose. Ella grabbed his cock, positioning it at the entrance of her pussy and slowly sliding his cock head inside her. When that happened my entire body strained; my dick was hard enough to cut diamonds and my hands were trying to break out of the cuffs, but to no avail.

Nathan continued to go deeper into the woman I crave in front of my face. With every inch, Ella’s breathing intensified and her moans of pleasure became louder.

I was speechless, watching these perfect human sex specimens getting it on in my face.

It didn’t take long for Ella to have her first orgasm. In the peak of her arousal she moaned, “This is the closest you will get to my pussy, you fucking pathetic virgin pervert jerk off.”

Her harsh words and the hot scene in front of me almost made me go over the edge; if only I could touch my cock, I would have cum in less than five seconds.

As I looked back up, I could see Nathan’s big dick had spread Ella’s wet pussy wide open and with each slow and deep stroke, made her natural tits bounce together with my handcuff key hanging between her perky, snow white tits.

Eventually, Nathan lowered Ella from his cock and stepped back. Ella took half a step to the side so Nathan could step forward again to position his tool in my face.

Ella reached down and grabbed her black panties off my hard dick. “Oh wow, look at those veins. I bet you would do anything to jerk off that small cock right now,” pointed out kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan Ella.

That cold sentence coming from that warm voice made my body shiver.

Ella wrapped her panties around her palm and started stroking her boyfriends thick cock, covered in a mixture of her pussy juice, lube, and pre-cum. She never once broke her slow, steady rhythm of cock control in front of my face.

While still stroking, Ella said softly to me, “Tell Nathan that he has a much bigger cock than you.”

Without hesitation, I did. “Nathan, you have a bigger cock than me,” I said, speaking into his dickrophone.

“Wrong!” hissed Ella. “Say that he has a MUCH bigger cock than you.”

“You have a much bigger cock than me, Nathan,” I said.

“Now, say ‘your meat is way thicker than mine,'” commanded Ella.

“Your meat is way thicker than mine.” I spoke it into his dick hole.

“Thanks for stating the obvious,” said Nathan. “Now watch this.”

He pulled Ella towards him and gave her a deep open mouth kiss with their tongues visibly playing with each other. I had no choice but to watch from under his massive cock, dangling in front of me.

After the kiss, Ella put her index finger under my chin and pointed my view to her face as she was speaking to me. “Are you jealous?” she asked.

“Yes, very much,” I eagerly responded.

“Are you jealous of my boyfriend’s fat cock and balls? Or that I am getting pounded with this massive meat every day by my lover?” followed up Ella.

“BOTH!” I boldly stated.

“Would you like to taste my pussy? I think I was too hard on you a second ago about you being a pathetic loser virgin jerk-off. I will give you a taste as an apology, but only if you beg for it.” Ella sensually looked into my eyes with her piercing gaze.

“PLEASE ,PLEASE, I WOULD DO ANYTHING!” I begged. “I just want a taste of you, goddess, please!”

“Very well,” said Ella. “Open wide,” she ordered.

As I did that, she let go of Nathan’s cock and put her black panties, which were soaked with her pussy and Nathan’s man juice, into my mouth.

“Say thank you!” demanded Ella.

“Thank you,” I muffled into Nathan’s dick with my mouth full of panty.

“My pussy needs a small break from Nathan’s thick cock. I don’t want to get too tired, too fast; these orgasms I get from this huge dick are exhausting,” she said.

“I have an idea,” proposed Nathan. “Let’s make out and you can keep stroking my cock until you are ready again. That way, we can keep my penis hard, let you rest and keep the show going for our new friend here.”

“Fantastic idea!” responded Ella. “So, how about it? Would you like us to make out in front of you while I slowly stroke this behemoth of a cock right in front of your face?”

“Yes,” I responded, my mouth still full.

That question did not need answering because Nathan was already fondling Ella’s sensitive breasts and kissing her passionately while getting his rock hard cock slowly stroked less than an inch away from my face by the most gorgeous woman I have ever met.

Occasionally, Ella would break the kiss and glance at me to make sure I was watching everything.

I was starting to get light headed from all of this sexual ecstasy. Watching a giant cock being stroked right above my face. Being verbally teased and abused. Watching Ella getting fucked and stretched by the biggest cock I have ever seen. And all this while being restrained, my cock harder than it has ever been and having the taste of Ella’s sweet pussy in my mouth combined with Nathan’s strong scent.

I felt like I was on another world for a moment while this all unfolded.

With my voice being muffled but still able to speak, I leaned forward while Ella was still stroking her man’s very impressive cock right in front of my face, leaning on him and giving him a deep kiss with their lips smacking.

“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you Ella, thank you Nathan, for letting me watch this. This is so hot.”

For the first time, Ella stopped stroking and both of them looked down on me with smiles from ear to ear on their faces.

“Let me take charge for a little bit,” said Nathan. “Submissive slave training is a two person job.”

“You are so right, baby,” purred Ella.

“Why don’t you sit on the arm of the chair and play with yourself while I talk with our new toy?” suggested Nathan.

Ella looked very excited about the idea and positioned herself on the left arm of the chair, putting one leg above my shoulder so her pussy was spread and she started rubbing her beautiful clit.

“Lean back in the chair,” Nathan ordered me.

After I did as I was told, Nathan said, “Open your mouth.” As I did that, he pulled out Ella’s panties from my mouth and wrapped them around his palm. He put his foot on the right arm of the chair, leaning forward and making sure his man meat was yet again towering over me. He wrapped his girlfriend’s panties around his shaft and began stroking his fat shaved cock.

I turned to my left to watch Ella staring lustfully at her boyfriend; she enjoyed watching him mentally dominate me with his horse sized cock and while she played with her shaved, wet pink pussy.

Nathan used his free hand to grab a handful of my hair and yanked my head so that it was positioned my view directly at his cock.

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My name is Chris and I am a 28 year old gay male. I played sports all my life and hang out with my straight friends and my gay friends. When I hang out with my straight friends, we do the normal friend activities, bars, gym, and watch and play sports, etc. Except they like women and I like men but it has never been an issue in our relationships. They tease me at times asking me if I think any of them are “hot” or “have a nice body”. I tell them I don’t think of them in that way. They are my friends and I think of them only as friends.

BUT there is one straight friend who I think it very hot and has an incredible body. I guess I have a “guy crush” on him even though I know he is straight. I never thought I could “turn” a straight guy gay. My only fantasy is to see him naked. His name is Joe and he is my workout partner. He is very good looking 27 years old, about 6-1, dark hair, and amazing green eyes. I have seen him with his shirt off – he has a perfect V-shaped body, big shoulders and back, incredible thin waist with 6-pack abs. I have not seen him without shorts on but you can see he has a beautifully round bubble butt and great legs. And since we work out together, I know he is incredibly strong and muscular. I admire his body as we work out. Another part about him that makes him so attractive is he is the nicest guy too. He is confident but not cocky, smart but not a “know it all”, friendly but not fake. A true nice guy!

We don’t hang out much outside the gym but we have a regular routine at the gym. We meet every weekday morning at 6:00am. We work out for 1 hour and 15 minutes and our workout vary from high cardio to heavy weight training. I shower at the gym and head to work. Joe goes back home to shower and goes to work from home. I have to admit, I have tried several times to get a look at his naked body.

One time, we planned to hit the gym after work so I asked him to go out after our workout for a beer. I told him to bring clothes, we would shower at the gym and then go out. We shared a locker because he didn’t have a lock. When he got undressed, he put the towel around his waist and slid his shorts down underneath the towel. I followed him to the shower area, but he got in the shower, closed the shower curtain and then hung his towel on the hook. When he got dressed, he had the towel around his waist and pulled on his shorts under the towel AGAIN. How can someone with such a great body be so shy? It was so frustrating yet somehow so sexy to be that shy.

One day, an older gay friend of mine, Steve, asked me if I knew a bartender who needed extra money to would work a private party for him. I have been to many of Steve’s parties and they can get wild. Steve is very wealthy and likes to throw extravagant parties. He likes to give his guest visual stimulation, “eye candy” if you please. His waiters/bartenders were always great looking guys and would work shirtless. Depending on the type of party he was having and who was on the guest list, the bartenders could make some extra money by showing off their body. They would have body shots done off their abs, doing a strip tease or something more appealing to the older gay crowd.

Then an idea came to me…I would get Joe to bartend. One negative thing about Joe is he is terrible with money. He doesn’t make a great salary and he needs some extra money now as he was in a car accident and he needs money for the car repairs and some medical bills. I know Joe will bartend but, because he is so shy about his body, I doubt will do anything else so I will have to trick him into it.

I told Steve about Joe and thought he would bartend for his party. I also told him of my fantasy about seeing Joe naked, in front of a group performing a strip tease or something similar. Steve said Joe seemed perfect and he would help me with the rest. He said just get Joe to the party thinking he was just going to bartend for a few hours.

So, the next day at the gym I asked Joe about bartending at the party, “Joe, I have a very wealthy friend who is throwing a party Saturday night and he needs a bartender. I know you need some extra money, so would you be interested?”

“I do need the money. Do you know anything else about the party?” Joe replied.

“It is a beach-themed party, probably about 20 guests, mostly gay men. The host would want you to be shirtless serving drinks. You can make some great money as gay men are good tippers.”

Joe was indecisive at first. You could tell he was uncomfortable. Then he changed his mind saying he wouldn’t know anyone at the party and could really use the money. I told Joe to be his charming self and flash that smile and the guys will love him.

Joe met Steve at his house on Saturday at 8:00pm. Joe arrived in a t-shirt and board shorts. Steve was very impressed with Joe’s looks and body and now even Steve was very anxious to make this plan work. Steve gave him the tour and explained his duties. Joe was to make the drinks and also walk around to serve the guests, not make kocaeli escort them have to go to the bar all the time. Joe he could make more tips this way. Steve told Joe that guest would start arriving at 9:00 so have his bar ready to go and to remove his shirt.

I arrived shortly after 9:00 and was greeted by the host, Steve. He said he was very happy with my choice of bartenders and, with a devilish grin, asked why I waited so long to introduce him to Joe. I went over to say hello to Joe and see how everything was working out. Joe looked shocked to see me. He said he didn’t think I was attending this party. I said that Steve was a good friend and his parties are usually fun. Joe seemed uneasy that I was there, like more exposed since there was someone at the party he knew.

I spent the first part of the party watching Joe. He looked incredible in his boardshorts as they fit him perfectly around his beautifully shaped butt. He was not wearing underwear under his shorts so if Joe moved a certain way, you could see the top of his butt crack. You could tell Joe was nervous. He was fumbling with the glasses and clumsily pouring the drinks. But, since Joe pours a strong drink and looks good shirtless, none of the guests seemed to mind.

As Joe walked around, the friendly guest would engage Joe in conversation, sometimes touching his arm or small of his back and Joe would jump not being accustomed to the attention. One gentleman was touching Joe’s shoulders and Joe stepped back. The guest then slipped a $50 dollar bill in Joe’s shorts and said “here, this should make you more comfortable.” Joe couldn’t believe his eyes – this guy just gave him $50. From that moment, Joe was becoming more and more comfortable with this attention.

About an hour later, Joe told me that he is making so much money for doing nothing, just serving drinks. He said guys will give him money to touch his chest or abs. I told him the more you “work the crowd”, the more money you will make. He was grinning from ear to ear. He was becoming very comfortable. It was now time for phase 1 of the plan.

Steve approached Joe and said the guests love him and he was very happy with his work. Steve explained to Joe that there were ways he could make more money both from Steve and in tips. Steve informed Joe that he would pay him more if he worked in a jock strap instead of bathing suit. Joe immediately turned red and said no. Steve said there was no pressure but if he changes his mind, let him know.

I went to the bar to order another drink and asked Joe how he was doing. Joe looked rattled, like his mind was elsewhere.

“Steve said he would pay me more if I worked in a jock strap.” Joe told me. “But I can’t do that.”

“Why not? What do you have to lose? All you will be doing is exposing your butt, nothing else. And you would make more tips too. It’s good money! ” I said encouraging him to lose those trunks.

“I have never been naked in public before. It would be embarrassing to walk around with my butt sticking out” Joe refuted.

“Big deal. Joe, it’s a butt. Gay guys like nice butts and you have a nice butt. You will make a ton of tips. Think how much you have made just by being shirtless. Can you imagine how much you will make by showing your butt?”

“That is true. I can’t believe how much money these guys have. Ok, I will do it but please don’t tell anyone.” Joe pleaded. I nodded in agreement and immediately got a big smile on my face. I was going to see Joe in a jock strap.

About 15 minutes later, Joe walked out of Steve’s bedroom in nothing but a good old fashion white jock strap. Steve was walking behind Joe admiring his perfectly shaped ass. I stood outside the bedroom door so I would be one of the first to see Joe, just in case he chickened out. I couldn’t miss this opportunity. Joe face and neck were red, like he was extremely embarrassed. Overall, he looked uncomfortable, nervous, uptight. I told him he looked great and don’t forget to smile. He started to walk outside to serve the guests who were out by the pool. With the bright inside lights, I got an unobstructed, clear view of Joe’s butt as he walked away. It was as close to perfect as there could be. I have never seen such a round butt. I am a gay male and I have seen many guy’s butts.

As Joe walked through the crowd, the gay men couldn’t help but admire the stud in the jock strap. Guys would stop “dead in their tracks”, and conversations halted as Joe walked by. By the looks on the guests’ faces, they agreed with me – Joe had an incredible ass!

Joe was very uncomfortable with the attention his naked ass was getting. His hands were shaking when he carried a tray of drinks. He was stuttering when he spoke, sometimes no words would come out. If someone complimented him on his body or ass, he noticeably became uncomfortable.

The male guests were guzzling their drinks so the jock-strapped bartender would wait on them quicker. The guests were putting $20 gölcük escort bills in his jock strap quicker than he could make the drinks. They would slip the bills in the back of the jock strap so they could marvel at the shape and beauty of Joe’s back side.

Joe approached me and told me how great the night was going. He is still uneasy of his exposed buttocks but he is making tons of money. He said if Steve had these parties often. Joe thought if he worked a couple more of these parties, he would have enough to pay of his debts in a couple of months. I told him there was a way he would make enough money tonight and pay off everything if he wanted this week. I grabbed Joe by his arm and took him to Steve. I told Steve that Joe needed to make more money tonight.

“Joe, the guests love you and so do I. We would love to make you an offer. We would like you to be our entertainment for the night”. Steve explained.

“What does that mean?” Joe inquired with a confused look on his face.

Steve clarified, “If the guests like the bartender, they put money in a pot to entice the bartender to strip for us. There are no cameras allowed. It is for our entertainment only. All you do is remove all your clothes and walking through the crowd so everyone can get a closer look at your amazing body.

I watched Joe as Steve talked to him. He took a step back and had a dazed look on his face. A couple of times Joe went to ask a question but no words would come out. Joe was stunned, like he really didn’t hear Steve correctly. Finally, a few words came out of his mouth.

“You mean that you want me to take off all my clothes in front of everybody?” Joe mumbled.

Steve immediately responded, “Yes, and this is how much money is in the pot”. Steve showed Joe the amount of money and Joe couldn’t believe his eyes. I stood there as Joe was contemplating what to do.

“Joe, what do you think? That is a lot of money!” I said to break the silence. “you would have enough to pay your bills and start putting some money into savings.”

“Yes, it is a lot of money” Joe said softly as if speaking to himself. “But I can’t do it. I am not a stripper. I don’t have a stripper’s body.”

“I know, it is a hard decision. But think of it this way, you get naked for a little while and you make all that money and you never see these people again” I encouraged him desperately hoping my plan would work.

Then Joe responded, “Every single person here would be looking at me. I can’t imagine being naked in front of the entire party all alone.”

Then, without warning, the evening took a strange unexpected twist when Steve replied, “Well, Chris, why don’t you strip with Joe?”

Wait, what just happened? Did Steve say what I think he said? That was not the plan. In a matter of seconds, I could feel my heart racing. It felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Just the thought of being naked in front of many of my friends had me breathing heavy, trying to catch my breath. It felt like someone punched me in the stomach. But then as I thought about it, Joe would never go for that. I knew he would say no and I wouldn’t have to give a response.

Joe was still looking down, still thinking about getting completely naked and he looked at me straight in the eyes and said, “Yes, Chris, would you do this with me? That would make it so much easier for me.”

I was shocked beyond believe. How this night had turned and now it was me who could naked in front of the guests. Thoughts ran through my head, I would be standing naked next to Joe who I thought was the hottest guy. Seeing him naked, standing next to me who would be naked could get me aroused.

I couldn’t come up with words. It was like my brain went dead. The silence was deafening. I asked Joe to excuse Steve and me for a second to discuss. Joe left and I glared at Steve for a while. “Steve, what are you thinking?” I said with a perplexed tone in my voice. “This wasn’t the plan.”

Steve confessed that he had he own plan “you wanted to see Joe naked and I wanted to see you naked. I have wanted you to bartend for my parties for years but you never volunteered. Now your fantasy is in your hands. Joe will strip if you strip.”

I can’t imagine being naked in front of my friends. It would be so awkward when I see them again. What if they thought I was small? What if I got hard? How humiliating it would be for me to be standing in front of everyone aroused. But I would be next to Joe and he would be naked. I already consumed a few drinks so I don’t know if it was the alcohol that gave me the courage but I approached Joe.

“You will strip if I strip with you?” I asked Joe.

“I am scared to death. I can’t imagine doing this. My ass is already on display and been slapped a dozen times. I really need the money” Joe said in a panicked voice. “I got myself into money problems so I guess I have to do whatever it takes to get me out of it.”

“Ok, izmit sınırsız escort let’s do this!” I said confidently to get Joe excited. “Let’s do a couple of shots first!!”

I told Steve and he was grinning from ear to ear. His party guests were going to get a “two for one” special tonight. Steve walked around announcing it to the party guests. Smiles immediately showed on the guests’ faces. Word spread throughout the party that Chris and the bartender were going to both strip.

Two of my friends that I have known for years approached me and asked me if “the rumor” was true. I confirmed the rumor and my friends were shocked. “Wow, we never thought you would ever strip at one of Steve’s parties.” My one friend stated.

“Me either!” I said with a shocked look on my face. “Me either!” I started to get more and more anxious. My stomach was queasy and I couldn’t focus on anything. All I kept thinking about was in a matter of minutes, I will be standing completely naked in front of all these party guests.

Joe continued to serve drinks in his jock strap. He just had a blank look on his face, like he was in a state of shock. He now seemed less worried about his ass being on display for everyone at the party. He will be showing his cock to everyone shortly. I did briefly think about Joe being naked with me. It helped a little but still I was in disbelief how this night has turned on me.

The guests started to take their seats. One of Steve’s friends, who I knew slightly, came by and whispered into my ear, “I can’t wait to see you naked.” I don’t know whether that made me feel good or feel like a piece of meat that will be on display for everyone.

All chairs were facing the one end of the room, the stage area I guess you would call it. Steve was standing waiting for everyone to stop their conversations and give him their attention. As I looked around at the party guests, I estimated there were about 35-40 men in attendance, many of them who I knew. There were a handful of middle aged woman as well. I am not sure what would be worse, being naked in front of women or men? How was I going to take off all my clothes in front of men I see on a regular basis? Joe and I stood to the side, not in view of everyone. I figured I was going to be in full view in a moment. Joe looked shocked, dazed, rattled. He was not in control. His face and neck were still red from embarrassment. His hands were moving in a back and forth motion so fast, it looked like he was on speed. I guess it was nervous energy.

Steve, the MC of the entertainment segment of the party, began quieting the crowd. Steve has not stopped smiling since he tricked me into stripping. He was thrilled with his accomplishments that night. Not only did he have a hot bartender for his guests to ogle, but he tricked me into stripping for his guests too. He figured people will be talking about his party for a long time. He took great pleasure in throwing memorable parties.

The guest quieted as they were getting anxious to see the naked boys. Steve announced “We have a 2 for 1 special tonight – First, Joe who has been serving you drinks all night and done a great job! How about a round of applause for Joe and his beautiful ass!” The audience cheered and Joe tried to smile but it was only half a smile. He couldn’t believe that people actually were applauding his butt. Nor could he believe that Steve commented on it.

Steve continued with his introduction “and the second part of this evening’s dynamic duo is someone we have all waited a long time to see naked. He has been coming to these parties for a long time now and time for him to pay his dues. The second person to strip tonight will be Chris!” Steve was almost screaming at this point. I also tried to smile as I know everyone was looking at me at this point. I could not get the corners of my mouth to go upward. I must have looked like a deer in headlights at this point.

“My party rules apply…no cameras. This is for us and us only, although feel free to tell everyone you saw some hot naked boys at my party. You can do body shots off the boys and tipping is encouraged. Seriously gentlemen, it takes a lot of guts to strip naked in front a large group so be courteous.” Broadcasted Steve. “Now I thought it would be special if instead of each guy taking off his own clothes, they take off each other’s clothes.” The crowd immediately cheered in approval. I closed my eyes and tried to play this new scenario in my head. I was going to take Joe’s jock strap off and he will take off my clothes. I can’t imagine this having a good ending.

I immediately stared at Steve in disapproval. He was playing games now and throwing in new twists that I was not ready for. Joe was still standing there with a blank look on his face. Like every part of him has gone numb. He was emotionless upon hearing this news from Steve. I asked Joe is he was ok with that and without speaking, all he could muster was a quick nod yes. Steve signaled for us to come up front and center. Joe and I were now facing the crowd of about 30 gentlemen, some were around my age, late 20’s to early 30’s but a majority were Steve’s age, in their 50’s. As I looked around, all eyes were focused on us. It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. It was so quiet, I am sure everyone could hear my heart pounding in my chest.

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It was a hot July day. I had decided to visit a long white-sand beach on an island off Florida, near where I was staying at the time. Wearing just a pair of brown shorts, I swam across the narrow channel separating one beach from the other, and made my way through the piles of driftwood and tropical vegetation to the broad band of white sand stretching out south.

Along the way I passed a few nudists, mostly solitary men but a few couples. I just kept walking; I wasn’t into seeing men or couples — it was a single woman I was seeking. Once I cleared the nude end of the beach, I breathed a sign of relief. The long, slender beach stretched out in front of me, empty as a dry bone.

I loved this beach. The waves from the Gulf of Mexico lapped it like lips licking something delicious. I knew my chances of finding a solitary girl here were small; but if I couldn’t do that, the next best thing was to be able to be absolutely alone. So I walked, a mile or so, and never saw a soul.

Finally I reached a point where the beach widened slightly, and I had an expansive view north and south. Offshore, a small sailboat drifted languidly in the salty sea; overhead seabirds circled, no doubt hoping for an easy lunch from those onboard. I sat down on the sand, my back against a log, and squinted at the boat. Was it my imagination or was that a naked woman lying on the bow?

The boat ever so slowly edged northward, and I lay back, shielding my eyes against the sun. Since no one was around, I decided to slip off my shorts and let the sun warm my entire body. I knew I looked good – six feet tall, lean, in the best shape I’d been since a teenager. I turned over to let the sun warm my behind, and started fantasizing about a woman, a lovely woman suddenly materializing on this beach.

Here, I should slow down and explain. A few years earlier, about three I think, I’d been wandering right on this very beach when I’d met a woman from Ohio, down for a break from college, and she was as hot as anyone I’d ever seen in my life. As I approached her, from the same direction as I took today, she had removed a see-through, skimpy top from her naked body and lay back on the sand. We flirted for a while, she eyed my cock, which was hard as a rock inside these same shorts I was wearing today, but for some reason I couldn’t close the deal. Any guys out there know what I mean? This woman was beautiful and she clearly wanted to be fucked, but I blew it, and let the opportunity pass me by, though I’d regretted it ever since (obviously).

Truth is, I was conflicted and somewhat guilty, pursuing this obsession of mine, finding single naked women ready for sex on this remote beach, because I had a partner, yet I kept coming back, wanting to make it happen, maybe just for the thrill.

As my memory of that other episode sent blood rushing toward my genitals, my cock started unfurling and I turned over. As I did so, and this is the absolute truth, what at first I thought might be an apparition kocaeli escort appeared nearby. It was a girl, a young, skinny girl, in a black bikini, with a big towel, holding it up and shaking it conspicuously, then she dropped it and ran into the shallow waters of Gulf nearby.

I was as every much as embarrassed as I was excited. This woman had clearly seen me naked, including my erection. And, rather than running away, she had acted in a way I found provocative, because she had removed her bikini top, and was now splashing around topless in the warm Gulf surf.

I stood up, pulled on my shorts over my now painfully engorged cock, and walked down to the water’s edge. She was a little ways down from me, so I eased into the water and slowly worked my way closer to her, never taking my eyes off her pretty breasts and long dark hair. As I got close she ducked under water and came up tying her top back into place.

“Hi,” I said. She smiled back at me. “You almost caught me topless,” she flirted. “I did catch you topless,” I said. She smiled again and twirled around in the surf.

“Isn’t there a nude beach somewhere around here?” she asked. I heard the soft drawl in her accent, this was clearly a Southern girl I was closing in on. Plus, she was very young – maybe 20, I guessed.

“Down there,” I indicated the direction I had come from. There are a bunch of naked people there. “But this better here,” I added.

“How so?”

“Less crowded.” Just then, out of the soft mist that, I saw a couple people strolling along the beach. Damn! Oh well, they wouldn’t be able to see below the surface, which is where I hoped some action would be developing very soon, between me and this very hot young woman.

“Where you from?”

“Ocala.” I liked the way she said that.

By the time the beach walkers passed and continued toward the nude end of the beach, we had drifted apart perhaps 15 feet or so.

“I like swimming nude,” she ventured, smiling slyly at me once again. “It feels good.”

“Like this?” I held up my shorts, which I had stripped off earlier in order to free my yearning cock, which exposed in the warm salt water was steadily growing in length and breadth, anticipating a big sexual release very, very soon.

She smiled and turned away, then once again stripped off her top. The soft waves rose and fell, whenever the water level went down a notch her pretty breasts were bared to my view, either from the side or from straight on, as she continued to dance around in the water.

My heart was pounding. It was time to make my move. I dove under the water and raced to close the gap between us, surfacing right next to her. As I did so, underwater, I saw her pretty legs and the small piece of black material that stood between me and her tight little pussy. She turned to face me. Her nipples stood straight out at me, begging for my touch. With my free hand I was all over them, then I wanted more, so kocaeli rus escort I looped my shorts partway up one leg, hoping they wouldn’t escape in the surf, and grabbed one tit in each hand. Though small, they were just as advertised – soft, white (against her suntanned neck and tummy), firm, and perky. I kneaded both breasts and then opened my mouth to start kissing her.

“I hope you don’t mind,” I mumbled. She only moaned in response, as our mouths crashed together in a violent kiss. I kissed her over and over. My arms were around her now, and she was clinging to my naked body, her hands (one holding her top) were roaming over the muscles on my shoulders and my back. One of her hands snuck down to my naked bottom, bringing a new shiver of delight as she squeezed me there. This girl might be young, but she seemed to know how to make love.

I was madly kissing her face, her eyes, her hair and her breasts. I took first one nipple, then the other, between my lips to kiss and bite. I mouthed her whole breast, one at a time. My cock was pressing into her belly button, I pulled back and then pointed it lower, straight at her pussy through the thin cloth of her bikini bottoms. Then I slid my hands down her back under her suit. Her bottom felt delightful and I felt my cock surge to a new level of hardness. I love girl’s bottoms, small, tight but soft, round and fleshy yet firm and ever so palpable.

Now I had her suit lowered in back but not yet in front. That would be the last frontier, but there would be no stopping me now. Not that she wanted me to stop.

This girl from Ocala was obviously lost in the pleasure of the moment, far from offering resistance, she was gently, even violently urging me on now, wriggling against me, pressing all of her body up and down against my naked frame. My excitement was so extreme I barely noticed that another beach-walking couple had come into view; suddenly this spot didn’t feel so secluded after all. She noticed them at the same time as I did, and we fell away from each other for a moment, panting. We stood in water up to our chests, perhaps a foot apart, and I noticed she was around six or eight inches shorter than me. The tops of her bare breasts were visible; we were maybe 20 feet offshore, and she crouched down ever so slightly to let our visitors pass. She was smiling at me, and I thought about how pretty her face was. Just a nice, open expression on this young woman, playful, nothing hidden, nothing sleazy, just a nice girl about to have sex with a total stranger in the Gulf of Mexico.

I wondered who she was, what was going on, why this was happening. Was this a fantasy she’d anticipated, as it was for me? Was this something she did often? I didn’t ask her a thing, however, we just waited for the others to get out of the way so we could jump back onto each other. I glanced at the couple as they were parallel to us, and noticed they both were looking our way. izmit ucuz escort The woman was attractive, in her 20s, the guy similar. Both wore swimsuits and were in good shape, sun-tanned. Maybe locals. But they seemed onto us. When they were a few steps past, I forgot them, however, and grabbed the girl again. She was ready; this time she jumped right up into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I stood her down long enough to yank her bikini bottoms down, and slip them over my left arm, where I also now had moved my own swimsuit, so as not to lose either one. She still had her top looped over one of her shoulders.

My cock was close to the bursting point as I jammed it into her wide open pussy. She was so small and tight, but, of course, very wet, probably a combination of ocean water and her own juices. Her thin, lithe body felt light as air in my arms, but of course she was floating in salt water at the time. Still, I doubt she weighed much over 100 pounds. My penis extended all the way into her and hit against the back of her vagina, which was already contracting around me as I pounded in and out of her. In the excitement, we had sort of edged up onto a sidebar, and now I realized I was only in waist-deep water, and her naked body was completely visible above the water line. I rotated her slightly to see the couple now perhaps 30 feet up the beach looking back at us and smiling. They were certainly getting an eyeful, and they didn’t seem to mind! The guy’s hand was already playfully roaming over the woman’s bottom, and it looked like she might be grabbing him in front, I wasn’t sure.

Whatever, I kept my main attention on this wonderful fucking I was getting. I had never screwed a stranger before, and this was also my fondest fantasy – something I’d dreamed of happening for years. I was holding a beautiful naked girl in my arms, fucking her with all of my strength, under the afternoon sun, in full view of other strangers, who were clearly turned on by what they saw. It was heaven.

This went on for some time. The voyeur couple disappeared behind some sea grass, no doubt to continue to spy on us a little less obviously and probably engage in some action of their own. At this point, I didn’t care if a bus load off tourists showed up, nothing was going to stop me from climaxing into this young girl’s tight-stretched pussy. I fucked and fucked and fucked. She bucked against me, screaming out loud now as her own pleasures overtook her. We were two animals, mating in the surf.

My orgasm was explosive. It felt like I shot my whole insides into her. She convulsed around the same time, pressing her whole being into me as orgasms shook her as well. It was glorious.

Afterwards, I set her down and said, “Thank you.” Then I tried a lame joke, “I hope there aren’t any sharks around here!” (As if she might be a virgin…)

“What?” she said, a little startled.

We both got our suits back on, and I soon realized I had to return to catch my ride home. I wasn’t sure what to say, but I tried this: “Sorry, I’ve got to go. Thank you.”

She just smiled and waved goodbye. When I looked back she was still swimming around in the shallows, with a nice smile on her face.

Although I returned many times to that beach, I never saw her again. But I’ve never forgotten her, either.

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Chapter 8

As I went to answer the door I knew I was going to forgive Nick. I was so angry yesterday that my feelings this morning surprised me. Just before Jill’s call the anger was gone, but I was still ready to break up with Nick. Huh. Jill hadn’t really said much relating to Nick, it had mostly been about me. I stopped in my tracks when the realization hit me like a bolt of lightning.

Seems like at each new crossroads I was reluctant or unhappy until I got horny. Once my arousal was intense enough it seemed I was ready to do anything or forgive for anything. Fucking me in the ass while looking at my sister? Forgiven. Having me suck off the pizza guy? Forgiven. Getting fucked by a tailor? Forgiven. The doorbell rang again breaking my reverie.

I scurried to the door and opened it. Nick stood there looking worried. He had dark circles under his eyes from where he obviously hadn’t slept. In short he looked a mess. We stared at each other for what stretched into a minute. Suddenly I reached out, grabbed him by the belt and pulled him inside.

I probably set some world record for getting his penis out and into my mouth. He seemed confused.

“Emmy! Wha- Is everything okay?” he asked as I brought him quickly to a full erection. I pulled him out briefly.

“Shut up and enjoy this. You’d better not run off anywhere before fucking me. I can’t take another day with just my fingers,” I said hurriedly before I took his cock back into my mouth as deep as I could. Jill could take a cock deep in the throat, but I gagged far before that happened. I would need to remember to ask her for tips. I was trying to get Nick to cum as quickly as possible, but he had other plans and pulled me off him and to my feet.

I was surprised when he turned and close the front door. It seemed in addition to be willing to forgive anything when aroused, I also forgot about propriety! He didn’t give me much time recover and picked me up and carried me to my room. I hadn’t planned on going out today so I was just wearing a thin cotton t-shirt, no bra, a pair of gym shorts, and cotton panties. None of this stayed on as he quickly stripped me and laid me on my back. His clothes joined mine on the floor and he joined me on the bed. I groaned as he slipped into me. Surprisingly he didn’t start hammering away as I wanted so I wiggled my hips at him.

“I’m so sorry Emmy. I don’t know what I was thinking. I just got this idea in my head, and- everything else you seemed so reluctant about but ended up liking. I guess I hoped this would work the same way, but obviously I was wrong. I know I can’t ma-“

“You weren’t,” I whispered as he tried to explain. We were both grinding our hips slowly as we talked.

“-ke this…” he trailed off as he looked at me, “What do you mean?” He was trying to keep the eagerness out of his voice, but I picked up on it and pulled him in for a deep kiss. We let our tongues play for a few minute before I broke away.

“I was really mad yeah… I just- well honestly I think my reaction was pretty justified all things considered. But now? Yeah, I did some thinking overnight and, well, I like it…” I was smiling up at him as he started to take harder strokes, but still pretty slow. It felt good. We’d been so caught up with all this new sex we hadn’t properly made love in a while and it turns out this was exactly what I needed. I moaned a bit, then decided to tease him a bit. “I sent in verification videos last night…”

“You did? Oh Emmy!” he kissed me fiercely and we didn’t talk anymore. The sex was intense. Not just physically but emotionally. It wasn’t about the orgasms, although I managed three, it was about joining together. Afterwards we cuddled without speaking and fell asleep for several hours. That night was much of the same. Neither of us wanted to leave bed so we ordered a pizza again. And yes, I did end up paying for the pizza naked, but there was no repeat of the previous ‘tip.’

After pizza and another love making session Nick and I talked a bit more about why I had come to this decision.

“I- well. It just kind of happened… I was really aroused and ended up watching some porn and… You see how into things can get and then I talked with Jill some…” I was hesitant to explain about Jill. I loved Nick, but some things just needed to stay between sisters.

“Hmmm, well I will need to thank Jill for setting such a good example next time we see her,” he said laughingly.

“Actually, funnily enough, Jill didn’t know about those pictures being on the internet at all.”

“Oh! I just figured with your stories…”

“I did too. She was pretty furious and still is. At least with her you can’t really recognize her face,” I teased as I poked him in the ribs. He laughed and squirmed away.

“So this porn you were watching…” Nick began, a smirk on his face.

“I- Th-that’s personal Nick!” I said. I could feel myself blushing furiously but this only seemed to make him push harder.

“You weren’t getting off to yourself were izmit escort you?”

“What?! No! I mean, well… Seeing the response to my pictures really turned me on, but no… It, well you mentioned Sasha Grey….”

“What’d you think of her?” he asked eagerly. I had to laugh at his curiosity.

“Well, she is very sexy. Most of her straight stuff I couldn’t take. Way too much choking on penises. I did find a video I liked though.”

“What was it?”

“Hmm. Well I’ll let you choose. You can have me tell you about it, we can watch the video, or we can watch me watch the video.”

“Well, I’ll have to think about that,” he said as he stroked his chin, causing me to giggle. “I’ll take B and C.”

“What! That wasn’t one of the options. I only have the one laptop!”

“Watch and learn newb,” Nick said as he climbed off the bed. He went over to my little flat screen TV and began disconnecting things. He pulled my desk over towards the bed, placed the TV down and my laptop next to it. He went to the DVD player and took an HDMI cable out and plugged it into the TV and my laptop. He fumbled about and soon my laptop was controlling the TV.

“Oh! Good thinking!” I went to the laptop and showed him the webcam file and then the video I had downloaded with Sasha Grey. He started them up, but I quickly paused them and told him to give me a minute alone. He went to the bathroom and I quickly skipped around the webcam video until I was pretty sure it was at the point where I started the porno.

Nick returned and we settled down with him spooning me from behind. On the left I was lightly fingering myself, on the right Sasha and some other girl were doing an interview. Things heated up pretty quickly when Nick realized this was a bondage flick.

“Oh wow Emmy! Kinky!” Nick exclaimed. When the video started he slid his cock into my wet pussy and I moaned. Sasha’s screams filled our ears, competing with my own moans. The dominant girl affixed clothes pins to Sasha’s tits and I gasped as Nick pinched mine hard and pulled on them.

“Oh fuck Nick. Yessss,” I cried as I writhed in his grasp.

“You like that? You like a little pain, slut?” Nick whispered into my ear. My eyes never left watching Sasha as she was whipped. I didn’t know if Nick was watching me in real life, me in the video, or Sasha, but I didn’t care as long as he kept fucking me and pulling my nipples.

“I bet you’d like to be whipped like that wouldn’t you?” Nick whispered.

“Yesss,” I moaned.

“Where do you want me to whip you?” he asked.

“Oh! I don’t kn-AH!” I was interrupted as he pulled particularly hard on my nipples.

“I asked you where you wanted me to whip you.”

“M-My ass,” I whispered. I was close to cumming and holding still looking into Sasha’s eyes.

“She’s taking it on her stomach, tits, and pussy. Would you want that?”

“Oh god… Fuck me! Yes. Fuck Nick FUCK FUCK AAAGGHGHHH!” I came hard with him tweaking my nipples. And ground against him. My pussy twitched, but Nick kept fucking me through my orgasm. As I came down he stopped pulling on my nipples, for which I was grateful. They get pretty sensitive for a few minutes after I orgasm.

His pumping didn’t stop at all. Neither did his teasing. “Well Emmy, looks like we have another shopping trip to take.”

He kissed my neck gently and I laughed at him, “I’ll go shopping with you wherever you buy bondage stuff but only if you buy me some bras! I feel like all my bras don’t fit my new clothing at all!”

“That sounds fair to me. Now shush, I’m trying to follow the story!” He laughed so I knew he was joking. The scene was changing and there was another few minutes of setting the scene. This was the anal scene (and my squirting all over my laptop) and I was nervous at how he would react.

The scene progressed and soon Sasha was being spanked hard on her ass and her cheeks were glowing red.

“You like being spanked don’t you?” Nick asked, breaking the past ten minutes of just watching without talking.

“What? Why do you ask that?” I don’t know why I was lying. I looooved when he spanked me! Plus, I’d just admitted I wanted to be whipped like Sasha.

“It’s just that whenever you’re reluctant to do something a hard smack on the ass gets you complying really quick!”

“Fine! Yes I like it! Ilike when you just take me and make me do what you want!”

“Hmm, well that sounds like a pretty good deal for me! Damn Emmy, I am so lucky to have ended up with you!” Nick thrust into me hard then pulled out. Confused I moaned and started to turn but he stopped me.

“Watch Sasha, reach back, and pull your ass apart.” I turned to the TV and saw that Sasha was taking the dildo in her ass and on the other screen I was getting my vibrator wet. In real life I was panting as Nick used his fingers to spread my wetness over and then in my ass. I don’t know if he knew what I was about to do in the video but I knew what he was about to do to me. kocaeli ucuz escort I reached back and held my butt apart for him.

With uncanny timing I felt pressure on my back door just as I started to work the dildo to me on the screen. Nick saw the same thing.

“Wow Emmy! What a dirty little slut you are fucking yourself in the ass!” I could only grunt as I felt the head slip inside me. Unlike the first time we’d done anal this time didn’t hurt at all. Nick sensed my pleasure and quickly worked himself in until I felt his pubic hair against my ass.

“Fuck my ass Nick! God yes! Oh fuck, oh fuck. Watch your little slut make herself squirt!” I felt my orgasm building and was shocked! Nothing was even touching my pussy! “Oh god Nick, you’re going to make me cum!”

Nick picked his pace up and my orgasm crashed over me. On the screen I could see fluid shoot out of my pussy towards the camera. He thrust deeply into me then held still and I knew he was filling my ass with cum. We rode out our orgasms then he turned me face so we could kiss.

“Damn Emmy. I didn’t even know girls could cum just from anal.”

“I didn’t either,” I said as I breathed heavily.

“And wow! You squirted all over!”

“Hahaha, yeah! That scared the crap out of me last night.”

“What? You squirted then too? Look at the bed honey,” he told me. I looked down and wow! It looked like someone had peed the bed. I hoped this didn’t become a regular thing because it made for an awful lot of laundry.

Nick’s cock softened and we separated and headed for the shower. He hopped out first and I cleaned up. When I joined him he had an interesting setup. He’s taken an ottoman from downstairs and tied around each of it’s legs were belts. Oddly he wasn’t in the room and I turned to find him just as he burst out of Jill’s room.

I couldn’t help but giggle as he ran towards me with his penis flopping around, but that turned to a gasp as he swept me up and threw me over the ottoman. I tried struggling but it was useless. I’m pretty strong for such a tiny girl thanks to four years of sports in high school, but Nick had a ton of weight on me and lifted weights fairly regularly.

I gasped as he secured me down with the belts around my wrists and just behind my knees. For some reason the thought of asking him to stop hadn’t occurred to me. He slapped my ass hard and I gasped. His face came into view.

“The safeword is red. If your mouth is full shake your head side to side and go ‘nuh huh huh’ or snap your fingers. Do you understand?” he asked me. I nodded my head, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “Say it outloud.”

“I understand,” I said and he quickly grabbed my chin and forced my mouth open. In his other hand he had a pair of dirty panties and he stuffed them in my mouth before standing. I heard rustling behind me then a loud bang that would have made me jump if I wasn’t tied down. Nick had dropped his laptop right in front of me. The screen was cracked and it was obviously water damaged. He stood over it and looked angry. I’d forgotten I’d trashed his laptop in my anger.

“You broke my laptop,” Nick stated calmly. He seemed to be waiting for a response, so I tried to say sorry, but all that came out was muffled noises.

“Hmh smosm,” I said. I hoped he would find it funny, but he didn’t even crack a smile.

“You’re sorry? That doesn’t fix my laptop does it? Replace all my data?” Unsure of what he wanted I shook my head.

“Don’t you think someone who does something wrong deserves punishment?”

I saw where this was going. Nervously I nodded my head.

“Don’t you think you deserve punishment?”

I stared at him, unsure of what he was going to do. Before we got into any bondage stuff I just assumed we would discuss things ahead of time. I guess he had other things in mind.

“Answer me Emmy.”

I nodded.

“Good, we’re in agreement then,” Nick said before disappearing from my field of view then returned with my laptop. He set it up and turned the webcam on then resized the window so I could only see my own face and not what was going on around me. He moved out of frame and I heard more things being moved around, but I couldn’t tell what.

Suddenly it got quite. I squirmed in anticipation, but the silence just dragged on. I thought maybe he left the room and tried to turn to look when SMACK.

“HHmmmMhhHm!” I yelled into my panties. Fuck that hurt. Nick didn’t wait for me to recover and started alternating cheeks, spanking me hard. He stopped and his hand rested on my burning ass.

“Look at yourself,” he ordered. I looked up into the webcam. My hair was disheveled and my cheeks were flushed. I looked like a girl who was getting a hard fucking. “Do you think you’re wet?”

“Uh uh,” I said then shook my head. He smiled at my answer.

“A good girl wouldn’t be wet,” he says as his hand slides lower. “A naughty girl might like her punishment though.” I moaned as darıca escort his hand found my pussy and slid easily in. “Looks like someone’s a little slut and likes her punishment a bit too much. Maybe we need something a little bit tougher.”

He slipped his fingers from my wet hole and the room went silent. My butt burned, but the hottest part of me was my pussy. I wish he hadn’t pulled his fingers out because I would probably be bucking in an orgasm now.

The silence was broken by something swishing quickly through the air. CRACK. Whatever it was slapped down across my ass and fucking hurt!

“MMMMGGHGHHH” I yelled into my panties and I felt tears spring to my eyes. Fuck that hurt. He left whatever it was trailing over my ass and moved it around. I quickly realized it was a leather belt.

“That one hurt didn’t it?”

I nodded my head up and down fiercely so he would get the point.

“Hmmm, well I think we can do better. And I’m not the one tied down dripping onto the furniture,” he said. With that the belt left me my ass. I tensed myself and decided I wasn’t going to scream this time. My ability to withstand pain was a lot lower than I wanted though, and then the belt slapped across my ass I again screamed into the gag. Nick didn’t talk or give me any time to recover and quickly gave me another hard belt across the ass. He laid the belt across my back.

My nostrils flared repeatedly as I sucked air in. My ass stung and sweat and tears dripped down my face. I heard the click’s of Nick’s camera behind me and knew he was taking pictures of my red ass. He spread my pussy with his fingers and got pictures of what I am sure was a veritable waterfall.

When he stuck his cock in me I nearly came right there. The only time I’d been this turned on before was when Edward took me in the red dress in front of Nick. Nick seemed to sense how close I was and just held himself in deep.

“Hmmm. I think only good girls deserve to get fucked in their cunt,” he mused. I shivered when he said cunt. “I’m not so sure you’re deserving. I think maybe you deserve it in the ass. Don’t you agree?”

I shook my head side to side fiercely and tried to beg him just to fuck me. “Mmhhnnmm mhmmm mmgg!”

He ignored my pleas and slowly pulled out. He placed the head of his cock at my ass and applied a bit of pressure. He’d cum in my ass just a bit ago, so I wasn’t too worried, but I wanted him to at least use a finger first.

Nick wasn’t so thoughtful though and just leaned forward and pushed his entire cock into my ass and started fucking me hard right away. The ottoman shook with the force of his thrusts and he drove the air out of my lungs. It didn’t matter that he wasn’t in my pussy, I was going to cum soon and cum hard. He seemed to sense this and his pace quickened, trying to match my arousal level.

I felt spit hang down my face and I looked at the laptop. My makeup was runny from the sweat and tears. My hair obscured much of my face, but something about my face just screamed the need to cum. I lowered my head and gave into pleasure, but he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up.

The hair pulling is what did it. I came hard, screaming into the panties as he fucked my ass hard. He rode my orgasm as wave after wave shot through me. I felt my empty pussy spasming, searching for a hard cock to milk but finding nothing. My sensitive nipples drug across the rough fabric of the ottoman and heightened my orgasm.

I must have passed out because I woke up early the next morning. Nick had left a note for me on the nightstand espousing his love and apologizing for leaving. He had promised to help a friend move and would call me later. I sighed and checked the clock. It was only 6:30 in the morning so I just collapsed into bed.

It was well after noon when I woke. I stretched and sat up naked in bed. The sheets had been knocked off me at some point but I didn’t care. Nick had thoughtfully closed the door on his way out, although no one was home. I felt refreshed and decided it was high time I stop celebrating the end of school and get some exercise.

I got up and marveled at the mess we’d made. The ottoman still had belts around it and there was a visible stain from where I’d leaked all over it. Shit, I’d need to work on that later today. My parents were due home tomorrow and I had a lot of cleaning to do. Sighing I opened my door and headed to the bathroom. I was halfway there when my dad stepped out in front of me speaking.

“Oh hey honey you’re awa-,” he started before freezing as he caught sight of my naked form. I stopped like a startled deer, realizing I had just seriously fucked up. The day Nick and I had spent fucking after fighting I’d just simply forgotten. It wasn’t Friday, it was Saturday. My parents were home and I was standing naked six feet from my dad with ruined makeup, my trimmed bush, and dried cum all over my ass.

I had to move. “Hi!” I yelled out as I ran past him down the hall to the bathroom and locked it safely behind me. Shit shit shit. Why did I run this way? My room was a mess! I had to get back there and clean up. But I also needed to clean myself up. I couldn’t decide what was worse so I took the stalling tactic and hopped in the shower. When I was done I hopped out and left the water running, hoping to make a dash to my room without being seen.

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This is part 2 of an ongoing series, which relates the tale of how I got hooked on to exhibitionism and CFNM. The story so far— My wife has a regular 9-5 job and I usually work from home. I sleep in the nude and one day I accidently flashed our housemaid. This triggered off powerful feelings in me and a few days later I repeated the exposure albeit deliberately and observed the reactions of my maid. Needless to say my own state was of extreme arousal. The full story can be found in part 1.

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Exposing myself nude to Kamla (our housemaid) and the subsequent shattering orgasm remained on my mind the whole day. My hands kept shaking and my whole body trembled whenever the scene replayed itself in my mind. My cock was in a state of arousal throughout the day and even after 4-5 self-gratification sessions refused to subside. I was glad my wife Latika was not around as she would have smelled a rat and I would have been busted. I went to sleep earlier than usual lest she see my perpetual tent pole and get suspicious.

I woke up next morning with a raging hard-on, and heard my wife getting ready in the bath. While she was in there my mind started working overtime. I had thought of little else for the past 24 hours, except of my escapades of yesterday. Now I, or rather my dick wanted more.

A plan began to form in my mind and I flopped over pretending to be asleep. My wife completed her morning rituals and came out of the bath. She was carrying yesterday’s washing in her hands, which she promptly deposited in the hamper outside our room. She came back inside and leaned over giving me a peck on the cheek.

“Bye honey, see you later,” she said, and continuing, added “don’t wait up for me as I will be late getting in today.”

I heard her close the door to our room, heard her go down the stairs and out to her car. A minute later I heard her back the car and drive off.

I immediately jumped up and put my plan escort izmit into action. You see I planned for Kamla to catch me naked again, but this time in different circumstance so that I could observe her reactions more closely, at the same time giving her more time and view.

I opened the room door and picked up all the washing and promptly carried the same back into our bathroom, depositing it all there. This would force her to come into the room. All the while my dick was at full mast and I had trouble keeping my hands from shaking.

Suddenly, a wild idea occurred to me.

“Pick up your boxers!” my dick commanded.

“You must be crazy,” my mind thought “it will be too much too soon.”

As usual the dick won and I bent down and removed my boxers and trousers from the pile of clothes. I then came out off the bath and discarded the trousers near the foot of my bed. Lying down on the bed I proceeded to arrange the quilt such that it would seem like I had kicked it off in my sleep and I then placed the boxers next to my cock and hips as if I had taken them off in bed. I was on the edge, sideways with a portion of the boxers below my hips and some hanging over the side. My cock rested on the fabric of the boxers.

Nothing to do now but wait…

The wait was killing. But after, what seemed like hours but was maybe only 30 minutes, I heard the familiar sound of someone climbing the stairs. It was enough to jerk my cock into action and it started it’d now familiar jerking dance ritual. The footsteps stopped outside my door.

Knock. Knock.

I kept quite and did not answer.

Knock. Knock. Repeated a little louder.

I again kept mum.

I heard the door open very slowly and a shaft of light could be seen.

“Sir, may I come in?” asked Kamla from outside.

I refused to answer and started breathing heavy as if in deep sleep.

I saw the kocaeli evi olan escort door open wider and Kamla was now framed in the light. She peeped in and her eyes took in my nude sleeping form on the bed and… Slam! She jumped back and shut the door.

“Shit, had I bitten of too much?” my mind screamed at the wasted opportunity.

“Sir?” the voice came again from outside.

” I might just be in luck,” I thought to myself and as if on cue refrained from any sort of reply. Rather I forced myself to breathe louder and deeper thereby continuing the deception that I was asleep.

The door opened again, more slowly this time, and it was a few seconds before it was wide enough for Kamla to peek in again. I could see her standing there in the doorway gazing upon my naked body.

My cock, which was already hard, now started throbbing and the ever-present elephants started their rampaging in my heart. I could feel my body go hot and taut and it took all my senses to control it from beginning to tremble.

Kamla meanwhile just stood there, mouth agape as earlier, staring at my cock and balls. I could see her out of the corner of my almost shut eyelids, roaming her eyes all over me. She stood there transfixed and unmoving.

After maybe a couple of minutes, (seemed like an hour to me), I felt something familiar welling up inside my balls.

“Shit,” I just had to do something to snap her out lest I terrify her off so soon. I grunted as if in sleep and moved ever so slightly, albeit still giving the impression that I was not awake.

This seemed to snap her out of the trance and I saw her body give a slight shudder. She then gingerly stepped into the room and shut the door silently behind her, so as not to wake me up with the light streaming in.

She took a few tentative steps forward and stopped, as if to see if I woke up.

I izmit rus escort ‘slept’ on.

She then walked cat footed towards the bath and a few seconds later I heard her rustle up the clothes. I heard her come out and saw her walk towards the bed.

Seeing the fallen trousers, strategically placed there earlier by me, she had no choice but to come up to my side and bend over to pick them up. She bent over to pick them up and as she glanced up towards me ……………… she spied the boxers.

I could, out of my half closed eyelids see her stop dead in mid stance and just stare at them.

I would have given anything to hear her thoughts just then and I saw her tremble as she probably debated her next course of action. I could see her shudder from head to toe as she took in my exposed cock and the boxers nestled next to them.

She took a step forward towards me and reached out. Immediately my cock responded to this closeness and sprang up like a spring. She immediately pulled her hand back and started to turn away leaving me thinking that, that was it for the day.

But lo… and behold… she turned back and for a few seconds I could feel her staring right at my face.

I for my part shut my eyes totally lest she think I am awake and runs out screaming. I could feel her eyes boring into my face and I kept very still and again deepened my breathing.

My cock was on fire, and despite my ministrations my body was shuddering slightly. My heart was palpitating wildly and well…. My balls were feeling as if someone had them in vice. All in all the feeling was so powerful that I could have passed out at any moment.

I suddenly felt a tug. Kamla had reached out and was trying to pick up the boxers!

I opened my eyes ever so slightly and saw her tug the boxers out from under me. And as she pulled away, the back of her hand ever so slightly brushed the tip of my cock.

She snapped back as if stung by electricity, and probably afraid that I would wake up, turned around and quickly went out of the door, shutting it behind her.

Which was quite as well, because the touch sent me over the edge and I CAME!!

It went on and on and on and on. It was about 30 minutes before I came back to earth.

To be continued…

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Forty-five year old Dawn Jackson delayed completion of her college education until after her children were grown. She was having empty nest syndrome and her husband Ralph suggested she go back to college to get her BA degree in Business. She had her associate degree in business when she met her husband Ralph a man 4 years older than her.

She started her last two years of college when her youngest son started college. The very shy mother of three graduated at the top of her class and the college administration offered her a job in the business office writing grants for the school. They needed a new building for expansion of their business department. Dawn’s Husband and three sons were very proud of her.

Alfred Granger a young man of 30 years old and alumni of the business course at the college made 513 million dollars in the computer industry and wants to give back to the college. Alfred is a nerdy young man that spent all his time trying to make money and did not make any time for other pursuits.

Sitting in the office with Dawn Alfred could not get over the red haired 48 year old woman’s plain beauty. He loved her small breasts incased in the button down blouse she was wearing, her large bottom encased in a three quarter length skirt that showed off her very strong legs. Alfred wanted to have her under his control having her do anything that he wanted her to do.

“I would like to donate the building in my father’s name along with 20 years of maintenance of the building, but I would have to talk to the President of the College, as I would attach

A few special requirements to the donation to pay for the building.” Said Alfred.

Dawn was on a cloud the first grant she wrote got a response like this from one of the alumni of the college to donate a new building. She was singing to herself for many days.

Two weeks after Alfred met with Dawn she was summoned to the President’s office asked her to meet the following day about the new building.

The following day finds Dawn sitting in the outer office of the President at 8:45 am. At 9: am the president’s secretary told Dawn to go into the office after a phone conversation. Dawn walked through the door and was surprised to see Alfred sitting in a chair in front of the President’s desk. A very nervous Mr. Whitman told Dawn to sit down.

Clearing his throat Mr. Whitman started. “Dawn Mr. Granger has said he would donate the new business building with a few strings attached. He will require your assistance for the next year for which you will be paid a tax free fee of 5 million dollars.”

A shocked Dawn said naively “That is very kind of you Mr. Granger I will do my best to attend to your needs.”

“Don’t say that you will do anything I need until you hear all the requirements that I have stipulated in the Donation document Dawn. Mr. Whitman why don’t you explain to Mrs. Jackson what I expect of her. ” Said Alfred looking Dawn up and down then smiling a greasy smile at her.

“You will be on call twenty four hours a day six days a week for the next year. With the exception of Sunday it will be your day off. You will do anything Alfred asks of you for the period of one year. You and your husband will move into the guest house of the estate for a year. Your children are welcome any time they wanted to visit and stay as long as they want. Mr. Granger will give you a piece of property anywhere that you would like in the country and he will build a house to your liking. If at any time Mrs. Jackson does not comply with Mr. Granger’s request then Mrs. Jackson and the College will not get the money.” Said Mr. Whitman the president of the College looked hopefully at Dawn.

“You will give me 5 Million dollars, a guest house near you, and I have to work for you only for a year? You will build a house for us anywhere we want it? Will there be a contract?” Asked Dawn in a daze.

“Yes to all three questions and there will be a contract. You will have a week to go over the contract and your husband has to sign it also that he agrees that it is alright to do anything I ask you to do.” Said Mr. Granger.

Dawn went home and told her husband about the proposal. The following day a currier brought the contract to the couple. Looking though the contract the couple found that Alfred would have complete access to Dawn. It stated that no permanent damage would be done to her body. This made Ralph very concerned and a little jealous thinking maybe Alfred will want sexual favors from his wife. Dawn on the other hand being very naïve told her husband that this was a business arrangement. Mr. Granger wants her to be a liaison between the college and Mr. Granger’s organization.

After reading the contract and thinking this was a business arrangement to coordinate the project for Alfred Dawn had a meeting with the President of the College. He told her that if she and her husband do not sign the Contract there will be no new building and she will be out of a job, as they need the new building to izmit escort bayan get government grants to continue as a college.

Going home Dawn told her husband that there was no alterative but to sign the contract and to have a 5 million dollar paycheck at the end of the year will be great all their worries will be over. A year is not so long after all they both concluded. In Dawn’s mind she was being hired as a liaison person for the project. A very nervous Dawn delivered the contract signed on the appointed day to Mr. Granger.

One month later Dawn and Ralph her husband was moving into a beautiful Guest house. It had 6 bedrooms all with full baths. Large living room, Family room and Large eat in Kitchen along with servants. Alfred was out of town for two weeks, so Dawn and Ralph had two weeks to get used to their new surroundings. The couple put their house up for sale.

Monday morning of the third week of her new job finds Dawn in Alfred’s office.

“Good morning Mrs. Jackson I hope your husband and yourself like the guest house?” Said Alfred.

“The guest house is very luxurious Mr. Granger.” Said Dawn.

“I will expect to meet your children and also your husband.” Said Alfred.

“I will set it up Mr. Granger. When is it convenient for you?” Said Dawn.

“I will let you know Mrs. Jackson, and call me Al from now on please. We will be working very closely for the next year” Said Alfred with a smile.

“To make sure you are in good health I have made an appointment with a doctor I know. You will do what he says. Take your husband with you. You can take the rest of the day off after the appointment.” Says Alfred as he hands her a piece of paper with a time and address for the appointment

After leaving Alfred’s office Dawn called Ralph and told him that he has to go to the physical exam by her employer with her. She went home, showered and dressed for the appointment. Dawn was ready to go just as Ralph came in the door. The drive was only about 15 minutes that neither said anything to the other. The building was a converted house across the street from the hospital. Walking into the building Dawn was greeted by a Male Nurse. He introduced himself as Ted. Giving a clipboard to Dawn he told her to fill it out and bring it back to him.

Dawn filled out the paperwork noting that she would be given a full GYN evaluation. She brought the paperwork back to the desk. Nurse Ted looked it over then called her back up. In order for us to give you this physical for Granger Associates you have to check the box giving them the right to bring in anyone that they think would be needed and to use you as a teaching tool if so desired. The last thing on the paperwork that has to be checked is that you will be willing to be examined while you are nude this is another stipulation of Granger Associates.

Dawn argued with Ted for a few minutes on that point until he said he would have to call Mr. Granger personally to see if this could be changed. She remembered what Alfred told her just before she left his office. Dawn was to do what the Doctors told her to do. So this Mother of 3 Boys will be totally nude for her exam.

Returning to her chair Dawn waited for her name to be called reading a month old issue of Woman’s Day feeling this just wasn’t her day, The thought of her being nude for the entire exam brought color to her face, she does not like to expose herself to her husband let alone to this strange doctor and a nurse who will see her naked, but she was just beginning a year of not being her days as she will find out throughout her year of being indentured to Mr. Granger. Things will get much more humiliating for this mother of 3 before the end of her year of work for Mr. Granger.

Coming out of the Exam room area Ted picked up Dawn’s Chart and called her name telling her husband to come into the back area with her. The first door in the area is marked toilets with a little hole in the wall with a door over it marked specimen recovery. They walked down a hall half way and the male nurse brought them into a rather large exam room. There where 5 doors on each side of the hall and one on the end. Dawn has never been in an exam room this large before.

Ted gave Ralph a seat at the foot end of the exam table. On each wall up 3 feet were mirrored glass on each side the length of the wall about 2 feet high. Ted told Dawn to remove all her clothes and put them on the shelf next to her husband then take a seat on the exam table. Ted left the room leaving the door open.

Ralph got up and shut the door as Dawn reluctantly began to undress. She removed her top and slacks folding them neatly she laid them on the chair. As more of her body came into view her complexion turned a brighter hue of red. Then after a moments debate with herself she removed her panties put them in between her outer clothes. She removed her bra and put it on top of her blouse. Crossing her arms over her small breasts she walked kocaeli abal yapan escort to the exam table looking with shock at the nude image she sees in the mirror. Dawn can not believe she is doing this. There she was completely nude for a physical required by a person that will give the college and her money after a year’s indenture to him.

Dawn got up onto the exam table and crouched over so that she could cover herself as much as possible. Keeping her legs tight together to preserve what little modestly she has left for a few moments more. Before long she will be totally exposed to an indeterminate number of people. In spite of his wife’s predicament Ralph was getting excited at the thought of other men seeing his wife naked and examining her.

Sitting on the table and looking at herself in the mirror Dawn was becoming curious about her body. She has not looked at herself while she was completely naked in a long while. Dawn moved her arms away from her breast smiling self consciously and thinking to herself although her breast are small she has large nipples and after 3 children her breast are still perky. She relaxed her legs a little looking at her unkempt pubic mound. Becoming more curious she opened her legs a little to see her vaginal area. Dawn could feel the air hitting her slit and to her shock she realized she was very moist.

Ted knocked on the door then entered the room seeing Dawn naked on the exam table. Dawn seeing a man coming into the room she brought herself almost into the fetal position asked that she have a female attendant present at her exam only. Ted told Dawn that there are no female attendants for this doctor’s office.

As Ted was leaving he told them that the door is to remain opened from now on. Dawn could not believe that she is facing the door and it is to remain open. Ralph stood up to protest at this new revelation. Ted told him it was proper protocol for Granger Associates exams. A Defeated Dawn sat on the table watching men and woman walk by the room. Some women were dressed and to her shock some completely nude walking down the hall with male nurses and other men in lab coats following them. Some of the people did a double take upon seeing Dawn naked. For over an hour Dawn sat on the table waiting for the doctor being exposed to the gaze of non medical people walking past the room.

Finally an hour and a half after a naked Dawn sitting on the exam table Doctor Dorman came into the room followed by Ted and six male interns. A Humiliated Dawn sat crouched on the exam table when she saw the Doctor and six young men that are as old as her sons coming into the office.

“You will have to sit up with your hands at your side for us to examine you Mrs. Jackson let us get this over with as soon as possible.” Said Dr. Dorman.

An embarrassed Mrs. Jackson dropped her arms to her side resigned to the fact that she will be thoroughly humiliated before this exam is over and to her amazement her nipples were getting hard and she was becoming wet vaginally. Dawn turned red from the top of her head to her waist she could see this in the mirror. The Doctor started his exam of Dawn by checking her eyes, hearing. She could not understand why she had to be nude for these tests. He had her get up and look at a chart he wanted her to read the third line down which she did with no mistakes. A male technician came into the room with a machine to check her hearing.

Dawn having another problem with is exam presently she was concerned that all the people in the room could smell her excitement. Her husband was aware that his wife of many years was becoming very aroused he could see her nipples getting hard and he knew that familiar scent her excitement also.

Escorting Dawn back to the exam table the Doctor had Ted help her put her feet in the stirrups. Dawn was totally exposed to everyone there and also anyone that walked by the room at this time. The doctor checked her heart and lungs, then had each of the interns take turns checking her. Some were very gentle and did the exam with very little touching of her breasts others did take liberties in touching her with the back of their hand.

With her legs in the stirrups the doctor had each of the interns examine her breasts in the reclining position. Each intern took a side she had two different men rubbing her breasts at the same time. Then they helped her out of the stirrups and had her sit on the edge of the exam table and did the breast exam again. She was asked to stand up and put her hands on her head she remained that way for about 10 minutes in full view of anyone that passed the door in the hall.

After all the interns finished examining her breasts the words that women dread were said to her. Please lay back and put your feet into the stirrups again. This is the most humiliating and exposed position any woman can be in she thought. The Doctor helped her put her feet in the stirrups and spread izmit evi olan escort her wide. Looking at her very hairy thick red haired pubic area after the Doctor found it hard to see her labia through all the hair the doctor announced that for the good of the interns he was going to have the Nurse shave her vaginal area.

Dawn protested until the doctor very sternly told her that she was to do as she was told or Mr. Granger will hear about her objections. Dawn was very embarrassed, not only she will be exposed to young men that could be her children, but she will have her vagina shaved. She has never been shaved in her life even her husband has urged her to shave for him and she refused. Dawn looked over at her husband and he was sitting looking at her exposed vaginal area with a grin on his face which he tried to hide when he looked up at Dawn’s face and saw the humiliated expression on her face she was nearly in tears.

The Doctor told Ted the Nurse to get the shaving equipment. When he came back with the equipment he was told to shave her. Ted used scissors to trim her first, then he put shaving cream on her pubic area and began shaving her. He was rubbing her clitoris as he shaved her before long she was getting very aroused by this. This was causing her more embarrassment as Ted was shaving her with the Doctor, 6 interns and her husband looking on. Ted was sticking his fingers in her vagina to hold her lips while he shaved her just leaving a little landing strip from her clit up about 4 inches. She was on the verge of orgasm when he finished shaving her. The Doctor told Ted have her stand up. He helped her out of the stirrups, had her stand up and turn around. The Doctor told her to bend over and lay on the exam table. She did and he spread her buttocks and checked to see if she needed any shaving on her backside. She did, so he told Ted to lather her up and shaved her rectal area. Ted put on some lotion to take out the razor burn on all the shaved areas, while taking liberties with touching her most private area.

Most of the interns were in there middle 20s. The Doctor finally introduced Dawn to the group after they have been working on her for the last half hour. Each one of them introduced themselves to her. She was getting very scared now. She was wondering what they would think of her. The Doctor was about to start her GYN exam and in came one more young man. Dawn did not see him come in as she had her head turned talking to a few of the young men to her side

The Doctor said. ” Glad you could make it Bobby.”

Bobby explained. “I had to get some information from a doctor before I could come to this class.”

The voice was familiar to Dawn she turned and found, to her dismay that it was one of her sons grade school friends. Bobby had moved with his parents in sixth grade out of the area. She did not know he was becoming a doctor as her son had lost touch with him after high school. Dawn could not believe this. She hopes he does not recognize her. Dawn did not say anything to him. Hoping he didn’t know who she was.

The Doctor got the interns attention just as another doctor called DR Mayors entered the room carrying a large case with him. He told one of the interns to go to the car and get his medical bag. The Intern came back with it. He helped the Doctor set up the equipment he brought in. Dawn was looking at it she did not know what this equipment was for. She asked the Doctor what they were setting up. He told her it was a camera that can be put in her vagina. It sends an image of her vagina on the monitor in real time. She shuttered to think this was going to be done to her in a short while in front of all these young men including her sons’ boyhood friend. She did not know if she could go through with this

.

Everything was ready and Doctor Dorman introduced DR Mayors as the authority on OBGYN exams. DR Mayors thanked Dawn for consenting to this exam. Today we are going to concentrate on the interior of the vagina using this instrument and he held up the camcorder with light on it. This in inserted into the vagina to see to the cervix. For the next 15 minutes he talked about the use and what can be accomplished with it. The doctor took each of her feet and helped her put them in the stirrups. She was in the most exposed position a woman can be in and she was in front of 7 young men, two Doctors she just met and her husband She was very humiliated, but she was very moist also. This was embarrassing her. How come she is becoming excited in this situation?

She did not believe this could turn her on, but it is. The Doctor looked at her vagina and noticed she was excited also. He took the dildo sized round head that was attached to the camcorder with light on it and inserted it in her vagina. You could see the interior just like you were in there. Everyone could see her very intimate area now. She was becoming more excited by the minute. Dawn was spreading her legs wider now. She loved the feel of the instrument it was so hard.

The Doctor had all the interns come up one at a time and use the instrument on Dawn. When Bobby came up he said hi to her and asked if she remembered him. She was mortified he was talking to her about the times he was at her house and he was also using the instrument on her at the same time. He whispered to her that he had dreamt about her when he was younger.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Sunday morning was slipping into afternoon when I awoke in Julia’s room. I looked at the ceiling for a few moments until my brain caught up with the rest of me, and memories of the previous 24 hours came flooding back. But for the fact that I was in Julia’s bed and ached in places I didn’t even know I had, the events of Saturday seemed almost unreal. Had I really made Julia strip in the middle of a high-class restaurant? Had we actually fucked like savages in the garage? Had she then genuinely taken the five-minute walk back around to her front door naked apart from stockings, heels and glasses, my come still drying on her face and tits? We didn’t bump into any neighbours, but I wondered if some of them had been watching from indoors. I was a bit worried that they might make life difficult for her if they were prudish, which I knew was an odd reaction for somebody who runs a voyeuristic porn website, but still; I didn’t want to see her hurt.

After running into the house laughing like a schoolgirl, she’d filled a deep bath and we’d settled back into the scented water. Julia’s soft skin against mine, and the memory that only the night before she’d been impaled on a giant dildo in this very tub, left me with another raging hard-on. Julia stroked it softly and we kissed for the first time, our gentleness in sharp contrast to the violent fucking I’d just subjected her to. She kissed down my chest to my nipples, swirling her tongue around them in turn and nipping at them deliciously with her teeth. Then she slid her head under the water and enveloped my erection in her mouth.

As she bobbed up and down under the surface I felt like a rock star. Seriously, Julia would make a great free diver; it seemed like hours before she came up for a quick breath, then disappeared under again. In reality it can’t have been more than a minute, but it was enough to bring me to the edge of orgasm once again. I gently pulled Julia from beneath the water, wanting to put it off for a while. “I hope that looked good,” she whispered in my ear. At the time I didn’t think anything of it, though on reflection perhaps I should have.

As we gently towelled each other off I noticed some bruising on Julia’s shoulders where I had pushed her onto the garage floor. I opened my mouth to apologise but she silenced me with a finger on my lips. “Don’t,” she said, “I didn’t do anything I didn’t want to.” She led me into her bedroom, grabbed the edge of her quilt and hauled it onto the floor. Again, I thought nothing of it at the time as she lay back and pulled me on top of her. Quite out of character I reached for the light, a symbolic gesture really given the low-illumination ability of my cameras, but she caught my hand in mid-air and guided it to her breast. “Before, in the garage, you fucked me,” she breathed into my mouth. “Now I want you to love me.”

Our second time was everything the first was not. I slid into her gently and she gave a contented sigh, running her nails gently up and down my spine as I slowly moved in and out. Her tongue sought out mine and I reached under her shoulders to bury my hands in her damp hair. We stayed this way for what felt like days; at some point Julia rolled on top with my cock still enveloped in her pussy, and I reached up to caress her spectacular breasts as she rode me. She ran one hand down her stomach and began to rub her clitoris as she rocked back and forth. We were still like that when I came, her internal muscles expertly manipulating me, and a moment later she joined me. Some time after that I fell asleep, though a more accurate term would be passed out.

Returning from my reminiscing haze I looked around the room. There was no sign of Julia, so I sipped upstairs to my laptop. Checking my server revealed that the footage from yesterday was better than I had possibly imagined. The shots from my clothing cameras were a little shaky, like a handheld movie, but that just added to the raw, illicit feel of the footage. It was all there; Julia’s strip, the walk to the car, the drive home (the Lambo had cameras of its own, naturally) and the frenzied garage fuck. The latter was given an added edge because it was all from my point of view; to anyone watching the video it would be as if they were fucking Julia. I’d even captured the rushed, furtive walk home.

I decided I’d check the rest of the feeds later; for now I wanted to find Julia. I flicked through the downstairs rooms until I found her, sitting at the PC in her office. Did I say sitting? That doesn’t really do the scene justice. Julia was half-lying in her office chair, heels resting on the desk either side of the machine. All she was wearing was a pair of calf-length stiletto-heeled boots made of sparkling purple plastic. She had teased her hair into a huge American porn star-style bouffant, and had sprayed it with some kind of glitter. The sparkle theme extended to her skin, which was coated with glittery body lotion, and she’d discarded her glasses in favour of deep lilac coloured contact lenses with matching metallic-flecked eyeshadow. izmit escort Her lips shone with a twinkling gloss that matched her boots, and it took me a moment to notice that she’d applied the same to her nipples. What distracted me was that she had her right hand buried up to the wrist in her pussy, and three fingers of her left hand were pistoning into her ass. She was utterly captivated by whatever was on the screen in front of her.

Intrigued, I used one camera to zoom in on the screen. It was partially obscured by Julia’s hair but I could make out a very familiar logo. How familiar? I’d designed it. Julia was logged into the members’ area of my website. With shaking hands I accessed the site and checked the users who were online. In a second I’d identified Julia’s connection; she’d been a member for seven months and her username was ‘Spywhore.’ I pulled up the video that Julia was watching right then and my heart almost stopped. She was fisting herself to the incestuous rape of Samira. I flicked back to the live camera to see Julia biting her glossy lip and whimpering as she neared her orgasm. As Samira was doused with the second shower of her family’s semen onscreen, Julia came. She made no attempt to hide it and I didn’t need bugs to hear her scream – it was deafening from one floor down.

I quickly checked the logs of what files ‘Spywhore’ had accessed and there it was; yesterday as I showered before going shopping she had logged on and seen the video of herself in the bathtub, rubber sex toys in every orifice. I was totally, utterly and shatteringly busted. My head was swimming. She hadn’t said anything, had she? And she’d played along perfectly, better than I could possibly have planned. If she was planning to kill me or call the police surely she’d have done so, at least before knowingly providing recorded evidence of her enjoying a very illegal video.

I was so wrapped up in the information on the screen that I didn’t hear Julia walking up the stairs and into the room behind me. In fact I didn’t realise she was there until she grabbed my chair and spun it to face her. “No!” I yelled, before recovering myself and trying to stammer out some explanation – anything to stop her from hating me. She shut me up by sliding the fingers of her sodden right hand into my mouth.

“I have one condition. Just one,” she said in a maddeningly calm voice. “I’ll be your star. You can fuck me in public, make me act like a whore in front of my friends, you can tie me up and do whatever you want to me. If you want me to fuck other guys I’ll do it, as many as you like. I’ll be your willing slut or I’ll fight like hell and you and all your friends can rape me. I’ll help you spy on other women too if you like; I can hide your bugs in fitting rooms, the showers at the gym, in my friends’ houses, you name it and I’ll do it. I’ll be with other women for you, I’ll even pick them up for you to fuck, if that’s what you want. You can worship me like a princess and piss on me like a bitch. I’ll let you spy on my daughter, I might even let you fuck her. But this is what I want in return.”

She lifted one perfect leg up and rested her foot on the back of my chair, thrusting her pussy lewdly towards my face. “I want my own section of the site, with all of my movies. I want Spywhore to be your pin-up, your goddess. I want my own range of DVDs, and I get half of everything you make online. Do we have an agreement?”

I nodded. Every listening device in the room recorded me saying, “Yes. My God, Julia. Yes!” I buried my face in her pussy and she sighed like somebody had dipped her in warm chocolate. Hmm, chocolate, now there was an idea…

*****

After I had brought Julia to another shattering climax, she suggested we talk. My room was the one that led to the roof terrace, so Julia simply stepped outside naked. It was another warm day but there was a light September breeze, making her nipples crinkle and harden in a way that made it hard to concentrate. Julia took a deep breath and started talking.

She had met Giles, her ex-husband, when they were studying for financial qualifications at the same college. Both were from well-off families and had become friendly. A relationship blossomed, and after qualifying they had married. Giles had never seemed as adventurous as her in the bedroom, but she had hoped to introduce him to more entertaining forms of sex as their marriage developed. Giles had other ideas however. He quickly got her pregnant, and after the birth of their daughter he had largely lost interest in sex, or so Julia thought. He appeared content to have a cushy job at his father’s firm and a doting wife and daughter, the perfect little middle-England family. Julia, determined to make the most of her lot, had suppressed her desires as best she could and got on with being as good a wife and mother as possible. So she was shattered to find out that he had been involved in a series of torrid affairs since even before their wedding.

Giles had actually been two-timing izmit anal yapan escort his live-in mistress with a junior clerk at his firm. Angry at being dismissed, the girl had forwarded several of the obscene text messages and emails Giles had sent her to Julia. Giles’ indiscretions caught up with him pretty quickly after that; Julia’s lawyer, an old family friend who was also a QC, went to town in court, painting Giles as the ultimate philandering bastard while she, the dutiful wife, carefully balanced her career with her family life and made every sacrifice for the good of her child. Giles got away with the mistress’ flat and his Bentley Julia was awarded everything else.

Without her cheating husband Julia realised she had been denying certain parts of herself for nothing, and vowed never to do so again. However she wasn’t about to run out and sleep with anything in trousers. The Internet provided a useful outlet, revealing a myriad of fetishes that she had never even imagined, but her few attempts at cybersex were unsatisfying. When she admitted to one of her online contacts that she fantasized about having sex in public, he had provided her with the link to my site. She had been both shocked and thrilled at the sight of unwitting women being secretly filmed, and thus ‘Spywhore’ was born.

I asked her how she had felt about the video of Samira, and she frowned. “I won’t deny it turned me on, but I feel bad for her. Why doesn’t she leave?”

“She’s been brought up in a culture where women don’t complain, I guess,” I shrugged. “I really don’t know what to do. I hate to leave her there, but I don’t see how I can go the police.”

She rolled her eyes and laughed. “Men! Everything’s black and white with you. Have you forgotten who you work for now?”

“Are you saying I should, er, have her family killed or something? Can we actually have people killed?”

Julia was laughing uproariously, shaking in her chair. Her chest was heaving and jiggling like crazy, and I was having major problems keeping up with the conversation. “You idiot!” she snorted. “Email Midlands Police, give them her address and tell them to take a closer look. You don’t even need to say why, and your external email will be anonymous. They’ll just see the Company’s URL and do exactly what you tell them, no questions.”

“We, um, we can do that?” It sounded a little far-fetched.

“I bet if they even found your cameras they’d leave them alone. There are some things the police just don’t want to know about.”

“So… do you do this often?”

She shot me a wicked smile. “It’s a great way to get rid of parking tickets..”

She stood up and stretched, something seriously dangerous to my health. Her calves were taut in the sparkly boots and the rest of her body looked magnificent. “I’m hungry, why don’t I take a walk over to the deli and pick up something for brunch?”

My expression must have looked ridiculous, because she laughed. “y-you’re going like that?”

She ran her tongue across glossed lips. “Well,” she smiled, “not quite…”

*****

“OK, I’m walking in now.” Julia’s voice came over my headset. I clicked open a video window on my laptop. It was black for a moment, and then jumped into life with a sideways shot of inside the local deli. The camera Julia had just palmed near the door automatically righted itself, showing Julia’s back as she stood in front of the long, shoulder-height glass counter. She reached up and gently caressed the counter edge, secretly depositing a second camera and microphone. I was both amazed and ridiculously proud; anyone would think she’d been doing this for years, rather than having a quick two-minute demonstration before she left the house. Running her fingers over the countertop Julia placed another camera on the far edge. I now had panning feeds of the store’s interior from front and back, and the behind-the-counter area.

I zoomed in on Julia with the camera in front of her. She had added a couple of items to her outfit; a vinyl raincoat that matched the purple boots and a narrow platinum choker – the latter looked fabulous on her but was mostly to hide the thin adhesive throat mic stuck to the soft skin of her neck. The coat would actually do little to keep the rain off, seeing as it ended about an inch below Julia’s pussy and didn’t fasten much above her navel.

The shop was quiet, as Julia had assured me it would be. The sole other customer, a dumpy grey-haired woman, was finishing up her purchases as Julia placed the last camera. The woman gave a disapproving look as she left the store, Julia responding by blowing her a sensual kiss. Then the single server came over to Julia and I took the opportunity to check her out. She looked about 19, with an athletic figure and a close-cropped bob of black hair. She wore a crisp white blouse and a short black shirt with frilly white apron. She looked at Julia with some bewilderment. “Er, what can I get you?” she asked.

Julia gebze escort selected several items, making sure she bent lewdly forward to look at each one so that her boobs almost fell free of the coat. I noticed that the serving girl couldn’t take her eyes off Julia’s breasts, and seemed to be unconsciously mimicking her body language. Each time she leaned forward to lift something from under the counter afforded both Julia and I a tantalising glimpse down the v-neck of her blouse.

“Will there be anything else?” the girl asked.

“Hmmm, I need something for dessert. What would you recommend?” Julia purred.

“How about our homemade dark chocolate and whiskey mousse? Would you like a taste?”

“Sounds lovely, yes please.” The girl scooped up a small spoonful and held it out to Julia. But neither the girl or I expected what happened next, as Julia grabbed the girl’s wrist, took the spoon, quickly smeared the mousse on two of the girl’s fingers, and sucked them deep into her mouth.

“Mmmmmm,” sighed Julia. “That’s delicious. But you know what would make it even better?” Both the girl and I were dying to know. “If I could suck it off your nipples.”

The girl hesitated for a moment, biting her lip with indecision. Then suddenly she began to unbutton her blouse, revealing perky b-cup breasts with small nipples, one of which was pierced with a short metal bar. Julia was mesmerised as she smeared a spoonful of mousse over the pierced nipple, then leaned across the counter and cupped the tit with one hand. Julia leaned forward and sucked the chocolaty teat into her mouth, catching the bar between her teeth and pulling on it gently. “Ohhhhhhh…” sighed the shopgirl. From the rear view feed I could see Julia’s coat had ridden up as she bent forward, exposing the dripping slit she had just begun stroking.

Julia straightened up and licked her lips. “Mmmm, yes, that’s perfect. Two of those please.” The girl started to fasten her blouse but then apparently thought better of it, so I had an uninterrupted view of her pert boobs jiggling as she retrieved two tubs of mousse and added them to Julia’s grocery bag.

“Will there be anything else?” she asked, looking my new top model directly in the eye. Julia glanced around, and then I saw her face light up.

“The salami,” she said, gesturing to a hard dry sausage hanging behind the counter.

“How much would you like?” asked the girl, her boobs trembling as she reached up to unhook the salami.

Julia laughed. “Why, all of it love!” She held out her hands and the girl handed her the sausage. It was about two feet long and an inch & a half in diameter. “Oooh, that’s lovely,” sighed Julia. She bent forward and placed one hand against the counter glass, and with the other hand started shoving the salami into her saturated hole. “Aaaahhh,” she hissed through gritted teeth as the meat filled her up. The shopgirl was captivated as Julia began to fuck herself with the hard sausage, much as I was watching back home. I had a superb angle of the salami sticking out of Julia’s twat, another of her blissfully contorted face and a third of the shopgirl, who was gently tugging and twisting her nipples as she watched.

“Don’t just stand there, sweetheart!” gasped Julia. “There’s plenty of room, come and fuck this thing with me!” The girl needed no further encouragement. She came around from behind the counter, stepping out of a plain black thong as she did so. She lifted her skirt and apron to show a completely shaved snatch with a small ring in her clit hood.

“Turn around a little,” I gasped into my headset, “I need to see both of you fuck that thing!” Julia, listening through a miniscule earpiece, moved slightly to give me a better side view as the girl bent forward away from Julia and guided the exposed end of the salami into her shaven cunt. Both women were leaning forward with their hands on the tiled floor, pushing back until their asses were pressed together. Slowly at first, but then faster, they began to pump against the salami, driving it into each other.

The counter-cam had a magnificent view of both women, and also showed the street outside through the deli’s front door. Hardly anyone had passed since Julia had entered, but now a skinny, white haired older guy dressed smartly in a long coat and tie walked up to the door. He was about to enter when he caught sight of the two women through the glass. He looked flustered for a moment and I thought he was about to storm off and write a stern letter to the newspapers about the deplorable state of Britain’s delicatessens, but then he apparently thought better of it. He looked around quickly to see if anyone else was approaching, then continued to stare at the two women through the window.

I could tell from Julia’s breathing that she was ready to come. “There’s some old guy outside watching you,” I told her. She looked over to the door and, thrusting back harder than ever, came onto the salami. Her knees trembled and she screamed “YES!” as the orgasm hit, hair flying and her tits, having completely escaped from beneath the coat, bouncing around wildly. She collapsed to her knees and slipped off the sausage, now slick with her cunt juices. The shopgirl also fell to the floor, apparently spent. She pulled the salami from her pussy, and very deliberately turned it around to suck Julia’s nectar from the meat.

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