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When I didn’t feel like masturbating anymore because my neighbour or Jane was emptying my balls, I decided it was time to change that. I started looking for a girlfriend and, thanks to the internet, I came across my old friend Monika.

I didn’t once mention to her that I lived in a house where I had rules, such as cumming in a cup or fucking a neighbour.

Monica was a little worried that I wouldn’t be comfortable in bed with her because she was postpartum, but it turned out that there was no problem here. In the past, girls have sometimes complained about my size. Monica was afraid that giving birth might have stretched her pussy too much. It turned out that there was no problem and she could still feel the stretch when I pushed my cock into her pussy.

On the last day of the year, I decided it was time to put an end to this permanent masturbation and playdates. I got in my car and drove somewhere on the motorway, got out at some roadside car park and walked to a knoll behind which were farmland. There I left my box with all my erotic toys and went home. A month later, I was already renting another flat, where I was preparing for my new girlfriend’s move.

During the move, a neighbour noticed all this and said she also wanted to see if I was going to live in a good place. I showed her the empty flat, where the only thing there was of furniture at the time was in the kitchen, and in the bathroom.

“Don’t you have any bed on which to fuck your new damsel?” My neighbour asked me as she went around the whole flat.

I told her that I would have a thick mattress soon. She didn’t think too long and took off her dress, under which she had neither panties nor bra. She said to me:

“So bye bye fuck your neighbour the way you wish, because once I’m out of here you won’t have the opportunity to bayburt escort slip your cock into any of my holes.”

I didn’t actually want to touch her in any way with my penis anymore, but she noticed, on my trousers, a small bulge. She walked over to me and shamelessly unzipped my zipper, then started massaging my penis with her hand. Within a few of her movements my cock was completely rigid.

“Come into the kitchen.” I suggested, after which we went into the kitchen. She braced herself with her tits against the table top and lifted her dress higher, thus exposing her naked ass. I, without any forethought, packed my cock firmly in her pussy and began to fuck her fast and violently. After a couple of dozen strokes I landed in her asshole and started to fuck her anus in the same way. Before I climaxed I said I think I was going to gush inside her. She turned around and knelt in front of me and my cock landed in her mouth deep to the root. The neighbour was sucking my cock more intensely and kneading my balls with her hand.

“I’m coming!” I shouted, and she pulled out my cock trigger and began to finish the job by hand. I shot my cum out onto her tits and she licked the tip of my penis at the very end.

She stood up and on straight legs grabbed my head in her hands, then pulled me violently towards her and my face collided with her cum-covered tits.

When she let go of my head and I pulled away from her tits, she stood slightly apart and said to me:

“Now lie down on the floor on your back and lick me”.

I lay down as she instructed, And the neighbour stood over me and lowered her pussy to my face. I started to lick her pussy and she leaned forward and back so that I licked her pussy wherever she wanted. She also didn’t let go of leaning forward in such a way that I bilecik escort started licking her asshole and drilling my tongue into her anus. Although I didn’t know it at the time, it wasn’t until the very end that she told me that she liked having this type of caress and rimming was a very big turn-on for her.

While licking her pussy I managed to bring her to orgasm, or she only pretended to do so by loudly gasping and moaning.

Immediately afterwards, when a lot of thick juice was flowing out of her pussy, she attached herself to my mouth so that I could lick her well. After this licking she said it was time to go home and put her dress back on. We got into the car and I drove her home.

As she now lived in another city, the journey took about fifteen minutes. Already at the beginning as soon as we got into the car, she told me to take my cock out of my trousers. I was surprised but she said it was so she could look at it while we were still driving. As soon as we started the car, she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth bringing it to stiffness once again. I drove her away while she kept sucking my cock and kneading my testicles with her hand. I was already being milked by her today, so it didn’t bother me too much during the drive. She just sucked my cock and I could feel her tongue working on my glans.

Before we drove into the town where she lived, she asked me to pull over to the side of the road and turn off the engine. As soon as I did this she got up from her seat and got out of the car. She walked around the car and opened the door on my side. She turned around and lifted up her dress, then pushed her ass out hard and pointed at my seat so that I was ramming my cock into her pussy. She started to ride me and after a few minutes I just cum in her pussy.

The bingöl escort neighbour got up and, standing by my door the whole time, leaned heavily and bucked up towards me. She spread her buttocks with her hands. I saw my cum flowing out of her pussy. Claire put her hand between her thighs and inserted two fingers into her pussy. After a moment’s play she slid them out and spread her pussy so that the rest of the cum flowed out of her too. She lowered her dress and walked around the car once more, then got back into the passenger seat and said we could go and I would drive her home.

On the site she looked at me and once more leaned over to my cock, which she took once more into her mouth and began to suck it hard. When she got up and was about to leave the car she paused and said to me:

“Such a good cock and so get grounded so that someone younger than me can spread her legs and get fucked every now and then.”

She got out of the car and went to her house and I started the car engine and went back to my new flat. I hadn’t even started living well with my new girlfriend yet, and I had already managed to push my cock into another woman’s pussy, although I hadn’t ridden her much before.

My new girlfriend Monika came to live with me about two or three weeks later. During that time I had the desire to fuck myself more than once, but I had already taken all my toys away and didn’t have them with me. The only thing left for me was to occasionally play with my cock and reminisce about the old days when I would cum on cue for my landlord or on my neighbour’s tits.

The new girl liked sex anyway, but at the beginning she wasn’t too keen on the extreme games, mostly standard and classic, or sometimes she let me take my cock out of her pussy and cum on her tits, although she didn’t like it much when they cum on her, because she had to go and wash up afterwards. I noticed very quickly that this was not going to be a permanent relationship where I would get fucked all the time, but there would be a lot of handiwork, or masturbation, when the girl was not at home.

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I left work, but I didn’t head home. It had been a long, rough day, but it was about to get a lot better. I had a date. Sort of.

I drove to the nearby park’n’ride lot, where he was waiting. He’d called nearly half an hour earlier to let me know he was there; I took that to mean he was looking forward to our encounter. We’d gotten together several times in the past, but usually in hotel rooms. This was the first variation from that pattern. An exciting variation. The park’n’ride was usually busy, and was within sight of the highway. Anyone might see us, despite the tint on his SUV windows.

That, of course, was why I was doing this, along with the fact that I’d never fucked in a vehicle. While my high school classmates had been busy losing their virginities in the back seats of cars, I’d been shut in my room with a notebook. I’d missed out on one of the most pervasive American teen experiences, but I was about to make up for that now. The thought that someone might see me doing it just made it more exciting.

He was parked exactly where he’d said he would be, in the farthest corner of the lot. There were cars all around him; I had to park a few spots away. But there weren’t any people visible, to my relief. The threat of being caught was exciting. I didn’t actually want to be caught, though.

I parked a couple spots away from him and walked over to his SUV. He unlocked the door to let me climb in. “Long time no see,” he said. “How have you been?”

“I’ve been good.” I settled into the passenger seat and closed the door. “How about you?”

“Busy. You know how it is.”

“Yeah.”

We made small talk for a little while, catching up on each other’s lives in the few months since the last time we’d been together. Then he leaned over and kissed me.

The sweet peck on the lips rapidly grew more intense. His hands cupped my face as his tongue teased mine. I made little noises of approval and ran my hand along his thigh, resisting the temptation to touch the cock that bulged at the front of his jeans.

Continuing to kiss me, he slid one hand under the back of my shirt. The touch of his hand against my bare skin made me shiver. Slowly he moved his hand toward my front, stopping when he almost, but not quite, touched my breast.

I squirmed. I wanted him to elazığ escort touch me. He teased me by moving his hand a centimeter or two closer, then pulling it back. Finally, he broke the kiss and said, “Let’s get into the back. It’s a little more comfortable there.”

We jumped out of the SUV and opened the back doors. A car stopped behind us, but the occupants didn’t seem to notice anything unusual. It reminded me, though, how possible it was that someone might catch us. The thought aroused me. I scrambled into the back seat, and had my blouse half unbuttoned by the time he closed his door. “In a hurry?” he asked.

“I haven’t seen you in months, and I’m horny,” I said.

“Mmm, good, because so am I.” He pulled me against him and started kissing me again.

He finished the job of unbuttoning my blouse, and rolled one nipple between his thumb and forefinger. I moaned into his mouth and ran my hand along the waistband of his jeans.

Again he broke the kiss, and pulled off his shirt. His chest was hard and muscular; I ran my hand over it and savored the feeling.

He bent to suck my nipple. “Oh, god,” I said softly. It had been far too long since anyone had done that. I responded by running my hand down his torso to his waist, but I hesitated at undoing his jeans.

“Don’t stop,” he whispered before taking my other nipple in his mouth.

Clumsily, I unfastened his belt and jeans. Without stopping his sucking, he helped me push his clothes down so his cock was finally free of its constraints. It had been so long since I’d seen him, I’d forgotten how big he was. I wrapped my hand around his cock and stroked him as he alternated between my nipples.

He rubbed my pants-covered pussy and said, “Do you want to suck me?”

“Yes.”

“Then do it.”

He knelt on the seat, positioning his cock so I could get my mouth on it. Just as I licked the precum from the tip, I heard voices beside the SUV. From the corner of my eye, I saw three men standing nearby, close enough that they could see in through the windows if they looked.

“Don’t worry,” he said. “The windows are tinted. They can’t see us.”

“I hope not.” Though part of me wished they could. I shoved that part down into the deep, dark recesses of my mind where it erzincan escort belonged, and went back to sucking his cock.

While I sucked, I fondled his balls. He moaned. “Yeah, baby. Suck my cock. You’re so good at this!”

I licked up and down his shaft, then down to his balls. Gently I took one ball, then the other, into my mouth. “Good girl,” he said. “Lick my balls. Make me come.”

Stroking his cock, I sucked his balls until he said, “I’m coming!”

Quickly I put my mouth over his cock again, just in time to catch the first eruption of cum. He let out a long groan as his cum filled my mouth. I swallowed it down. “That was fantastic!” he said. “Now it’s your turn.”

Somehow, despite the confines of his back seat, I managed to wiggle out of my pants and thong. As I did, I glanced out the window. The men were still there; in fact, they’d moved closer to the SUV. Had they heard my partner when he came? The thought made my pussy tingle.

He pushed me back on the seat and bent his head to my pussy. The first time I’d ever been with him, all he’d done to me was oral; it had been the first time anyone had done oral on me, and even though I’d had it from other men since, he was still the best. He sucked my clit between his lips and I cried out, then clapped my hand over my mouth. Just because it excited me to know that there were people nearby didn’t mean I really wanted them to hear me.

From my position, I couldn’t see the men, but I suspected at least one of them had looked at the SUV when I’d shouted. I would have to concentrate on keeping quiet. Which wasn’t easy as my friend nibbled my clit, then plunged his tongue into my wet pussy.

For a couple minutes, he went back and forth between my clit and my opening until finally I came, my mouth open wide in a soundless scream. He grinned and before my orgasm had completely stopped, thrust his long, thick cock inside me.

I hadn’t had sex in a while, and for a second the penetration hurt. But I was so wet that the pleasure took over almost immediately, and I whimpered softly as he thrust back and forth. “You like it when I fuck you, don’t you?” he whispered.

“Yes!”

“I like it too. Your pussy’s so tight and wet. It tasted so yummy, too. I wish I could fuck your sweet erzurum escort ass, but there isn’t enough room in here for it to be comfortable for you.”

“Next time,” I gasped.

“Yes.”

A shadow fell over us, and I looked up at the window in time to see what might have been a person’s head moving away. “Someone’s watching,” I said.

“I think so.” He thrust harder. “Does that bother you?”

“No.”

“Does it excite you?”

“Yes.”

To prove my point, my pussy clenched around his cock. “You’re going to come, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes. Keep fucking me!”

“I’m not stopping. But if they’re watching, give them something to watch. I don’t want you to be quiet when you come.”

I wasn’t sure I dared to make any noise. Then again, if one or more of the men had looked in the window, they already knew what we were doing in here. Why not make some noise about it? Especially since my friend’s cock was hitting exactly the right spot. Especially since the orgasm that was building felt like it was going to be a hard one. Especially since… “Oh, fuck!”

“Are you coming, baby?”

“Yes! I’m coming! Fuck me!”

He fucked me even harder until my orgasm faded, then pulled out so I could once again catch his cum in my mouth. “They’re right outside,” he whispered as he positioned himself to angle his cock between my lips. “One of them’s rubbing himself. I think they liked what they heard. Fuck!”

He shot again into my mouth. I gulped it down, and he moved off me so I could put my clothes back on. It wasn’t as easy as it had been to take them off, but with a little help from him I managed.

Once I was dressed again, he kissed me deeply and held me. I glanced out the window to see that the men were still nearby. They seemed to have returned to their conversation, but one or another of them occasionally glanced at the SUV as my friend and I cuddled and chatted for a few minutes. Finally I said, “This was incredible. Thank you. I wish I could stay, but I have to get home.”

“So do I,” he said. “I have to pick up my puppy from doggy day care.”

I laughed. “I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you.”

“Of course she will.” He kissed me again. “We’ll have to do this again soon. Or maybe even some outdoor fucking.”

“Maybe.”

“Talk to you soon, baby.”

I got out of the SUV. To get to my car, I had to walk past the men, who watched me without a word. I didn’t acknowledge them when I passed them, but before I got into my car, I turned to them and said, “Hope you enjoyed the show.” Then I got into my car and drove away.

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“After having so much fun at Grampa Micky’s why do I need to go to Mommy’s?”

“KNOCK IT OFF!” Lonnie snaps, “I’ll deal with her man Mark.”

“Noooooooo! You said you would let me deal with him.”

“You don’t have what it takes to resist him. I do. Skinhead or not, that guy will NOT ruin my daughter.”

“DADDY!” She yells with tears developing in her eyes. With casual glances across the car at her he winces. Hiding her eyes by looking out her passenger window she sobs relentlessly. There was more to this than Lonnie envisioned.

“Hey! What’s this really about?”

Afraid to look at him she admits her worst fear, “He said he would destroy Mommy. Make her start drinking again.”

“That mother fucker. Is he trying to have sex with you by blackmailing you into believing he would do that?”

“You know he is. He wants to tie me up like he does Mommy. Punish me for telling him no.”

“That bondage stuff bothers you that bad? I guess I should never have bought all that stuff last month. I didn’t realize it would hurt you. I mean you did write in your diary about that kind of thing. Donnie had you in some pretty tight situations.”

“That’s different. I would love for you to do that stuff to me. I’d even let Joshy. Just not creepy Mark.”

“He isn’t going to do that to you I promise. If I have to get Joshy and your other boy toys to back me up I will.”

“What about Mark’s friends? They’re like bikers. You…they could get hurt.”

“Don’t you worry about any of us. Let me just sit and talk to Mark alone. I’m sure this won’t move into any violent territory. Most days he’s been pretty cordial toward me. He knows why Paula and I got divorced and he’s been somewhat reasonable toward our past. If he has changed drastically or been lying to me all along, I’ll sort it out and deal with him as needed. You just stay with me or your mom while we’re at their house. Try on your gown, show off your graduation dress, and tell mom about your pictures.” He snaps his fingers to make her look at him, “ONLY the innocent pictures. Not the calendar potential. We can’t let Paula know about those.”

“I’m eighteen now. It’s not like she could suddenly fight for custody of me.”

“No, but you are protecting her from drinking again right?”

“Oh! Right. I’m just upset and not thinking straight. Sorry Daddy.”

“Don’t be. It’s just better that your mom never learns about…us.”

“Mark might prove that to her if he doesn’t get his way. He said he knows someone who has had me. I just cant figure out who that might be. Nobody that I’ve slept with is anywhere near what Mark is like.”

“He’s probably just bluffing.”

“I hope so. I like every guy I’ve been with.”

“Ah, my tender soul.” Lon reaches over to caress her hair, “Just relax. We only need to be there at most an hour. Then we can go get ice cream.”

“Rocky Road?” She brightens up.

“Sure.” Hearing her choice he considers that the road ahead might just be rocky. Turning the radio up he let her sing as he pondered the future. He wasn’t ready to stop playing with his daughter, even though he was beginning a possible new relationship with the waitress Deborah Johnson. He really liked the woman. Even if her own daughter Coochie was becoming clingy without even having met him. Dinner on Wednesday would tell the tale. This might become more of a hassle than it was worth. So why was he thinking about the cute young African American barely legal? Lonnie Turner was fucked up in the head. He truly needed to sort out right from wrong. That would be a topic for another day. He had three more days to iron out his emotions.

Fifteen minutes later Lonnie crossed into the village of Skokie Illinois. Once upon a time this area was marshlands. He just hoped that no quicksand still existed for him to sink any lower than he had to. Even he was slightly worried about dealing with Mark Rapier. Not only was he a skinhead affiliate he was a tried and true biker. Tattoos and all. What his ex-wife ever saw in the man was beyond him. He was beginning to realize just how much he didn’t know about Paula. Who knew she was into that hardcore bondage stuff? Looking at her she was fucking Betty Rubble from the Flintstones, only a redhead. He was certain that Paula would think the same of Lonnie should she ever hear the truth about how he had changed.

Reaching their street Lonnie slowed up long enough to emphasize something, “Whatever you do don’t mention my dating Deborah. Not just because your Mom doesn’t need to know, I don’t want to hear Mark’s racist bullshit because Deb is black. Understood?”

“Yes Daddy. I promise not to say a word.”

“Good girl. Let’s do this.” Pulling up to the curb he shuts off his car and looks over to see Mark with two of his friends tinkering on a Harley in the driveway of his garage. Lon’s bravado sank the second he spotted Mark’s friends. Both of them were burly men with shaved heads with the exception of goatees. Trying to keep strong for his daughter, Lon sighs, “I wonder çorum escort how I’d look bald?”

“Noooo! I like your hair. Don’t you dare shave it off.”

“I’m joking. Stop getting your thong in a twist.”

“I’m not wearing my thong.”

“Of course you’re not.”

Opening their doors, the two stepped out and headed up the sidewalk toward the front door of the older, less than appealing single level home. On their journey Mark took time away from tinkering to smile and wave at them. His friends were a bit less social outside of eying Paige. Both men rubbed their goatees cleaning off a place for her to sit. They were gentlemen at heart. Sure they were. Paige tried to avoid direct contact but even in her distaste for Mark Rapier her appeal for men in general allowed her curiosity to drift. Lonnie didn’t see her smile. She really didn’t want to. Dammit!

Waving back via a military style hand salute Lonnie kept on his journey when Paula opened the inside door to their home. A yelping lap dog had given away their arrival. As the screen door creaks open, out bolts a blond colored Pomeranian, which darted directly toward Paige. Instinct took over to kneel and pet the pooch.

“Hi Captain. How’s my lil’ buddy?” She picked him up and cuddled him in her arms.

“And, there goes the hair infestation.” Lonnie scowled, “Black skirt, blond leftovers. Now you know why I won’t allow you to have a dog.”

“Don’t be mean to my Captain. He keeps a tight ship.” Paige then whispers, “He’s the only good thing about coming here.”

“I hear you. Still not getting a dog. Borrow Paula’s dust buster before you leave.”

“Lint roller.”

“That too.” He smirks before looking up to see Paula stepping outside in her bathrobe. It was easy to tell she had just taken a shower. Her hair was still wet. Not only that but Mark’s two friends were glued to Paula’s short bathrobe with interest. All Lonnie could think about was them tag teaming Paula while Mark watched. Knowing of their penchant for bondage and Mark’s dominance Lon suspected that she had been shared. Who was this woman these days?

“About time you two got here. I was beginning to think you stood me up.” Paula waved them toward her. “Get over here.” She lured her daughter in with a smug wave of calling arms.

“Aye Aye Captain.” Paige giggled to the pooch before resting him down on to the walkway.

“Sounds like the dog’s a drunk too.” Lonnie frowned at his own mental jest. Sadly, Paula caught on to her daughter’s unintentional cruelty too.

“I do not take my dog to meetings. I am however getting another Pom soon so that Captain has a playmate. I intend to call him Chip.” She surprised her daughter with a giggle. Paige merely shrugged and let it go over her head as she accepted her Mother’s hug. Lonnie however puckered at his ex-wife’s tease. It was pretty amusing for an A.A. joke. At least having a dog named Chip would be a constant reminder to leave the sauce alone. In a way Lonnie was proud of her.

“Let me look at you.” Paula releases Paige to look at her Graduation outfit. “It looks better on you now than it did in the store.”

“Better without the hair follicle’s.” Lon chuckled.

“Have the dress dry cleaned before Saturday. I have coupons for 30% off. If you wash it the hair will linger, even after a rolling brush. Let’s go inside.” She seemed apprehensive about being outside in front of Mark and his buddies. In his release Captain ventured into enemy territory seeking attention. Eying the piranha with fur, one of Mark’s buddies seemed tempted to kick the poor pooch. Seeing his thoughts, Paige darted from her parents and dared to face them head on. As both Lon and Paula watch her retrieve Captain by kneeling on the ground to lift him up Mark chuckled aiming for best behavior.

“Hey Kid. Your dress looks nice.”

“Thanks. Don’t try and sweet talk me, I still despise you.” She fidgets as the man who seemed intent on kicking the dog crouched in front of Paige to pet the dog. That and aim for a look up Paige’s skirt. In her own lowered stature she hadn’t been so lady like, her knees parted wide. He definitely saw her fire arrow pointing at a deliciously moist pink pussy. Once she realized her error she closed her gap and stood up with trembling eyes.

“Hey Mark. Maybe you should adopt a cat too.” Berkley Hobbs chuckled. Paige knew he would never have said cat if he hadn’t seen her puss. As haunted as she was, her hormones shot lightning bolts toward her thighs. Having any man acknowledge her gave her a thrill, even gross burley bikers. Before rising she notes the other standing biker attempting to steal a glance. He missed out.

“No cats. Stroke one you’ve stroked them all. Skin them all I say.” Mark mused playfully. “Besides my Pitbull Hawg would eat it for breakfast. I’m shocked Paula’s toupee with a tongue hasn’t gone missing.”

“Meanie.” Paige winced as she felt a presence behind her, Paula moved in with a protective motherly stance of folded arms. denizli escort She wasn’t certain if she was defending her or her lapdog.

“We don’t need any stinky litterbox Finch. I’d be the only one to clean it.” Paula shook her head with a creased brow, as she informed the standing biker Donovan Finch. He merely offered an expression of “Dumb bitch”, only watching his tongue due to Mark instructing his friends to keep things cool.

“Let’s go try on your Graduation gown.” Paula encouraged her daughter by reclaiming her pup to keep him safe. Lord knows what these barbarians might do to it when she wasn’t looking. They might go so far as to hide him in the oven from her. Reaching out behind Paula, Mark proves his uncouth dominance by pinching Paula on the ass, his hand rising up under her short robe. Tempted to swat his hand, she resisted with a glare that immediately lowered. Paige noticed her reaction and shivered. Her Mother used to have such fire. Now, she masked her emotions. This made her very sad.

Lonnie finally joining the party gripped Paige by both shoulders, “Rocky Road remember?”

“Icee cream.” Paige flare her eyes utilizing her childlike voice in an exciting fashion. It made both bikers hard just hearing her. The comment however shifted Paula’s attention to her kid.

“Rocky Road sounds yummy.” Stepping away didn’t sit well with Mark who cleared his throat loudly. Paula froze in step at his guttural proclamation of control.

“While you’re hovering over my tools hand me a socket wrench. Three eighths. Hex head.” Mark prodded.

Bending over in front of Finch and Berk allowed them to see Paula this time. She too was only wearing a cute little thong beneath her robe. Even Lonnie felt strangely aroused by her swift reaction. While holding her dog the woman lingered, deciding which socket head was a three eighths. Once discovered she passed it over and stood up. Her face was blood red knowing that her ex had seen her obey Mark in such a display. Especially in front of his friends.

“Can I visit with my daughter now?” Paula dared to ask. Mark merely smiled and motioned for her to go. Lonnie didn’t know what to do. His defense mechanism wanted to rally, but this part at least wasn’t his business. Protecting his daughter was his sole driving force. Thus far, not much was being said about Paige to warrant a direct confrontation. Still, he did need to talk to Mark alone.

“Hey Mark?” Lon grew some balls, “Before we take off can I talk to you about something? Graduation stuff.” He kept things less suspect as to where his thoughts really were.

“Sure thing. Drop back out when you guys get done. Take a picture in her gown for me in case I don’t make it to her actual ceremony. Not really my kind of…”

“Gotcha.” Lon nodded and nudged his daughter forward. Paula hesitantly followed them after an ever so subtle eye contact with her man Mark. Just daring to share a glance made Mark growl. It was evident that even since the last time Paige had seen her Mother, her actions were more restrained. Kind of sexy, kind of daunting. Eerie even.

Inside the house Lonnie let Paula do her thing. Going to her spare bedroom closet for Paige’s graduation cap and gown. Peering through the doorway Lonnie noted that the small room look lived in. Feminine things were everywhere. Paula used to be quite the housekeeper even when she was drunk. Did they have a roommate? Lon needed to know.

“Someone staying with you guys?”

Paula holds up the gown in front of Paige sizing up the height issue that she worried about. Trying her best to ignore Lonnie only led to him asking again. Now, even Paige was curious after noticing hygiene products on the dresser and claiming the gown from her Mother to avoid her using it as a shield. Finally, with the curtains open they discover a skulking Finch just outside drinking a beer.

“Spill it.” Lonnie moved to close the blinds on the window as if Paige were going to change. Paula immediately reopened them and offered a whisper.

“I…I’m staying in this room. After our conversation over the phone about…Mark, I confronted him. He scolded me by forcing me in here. He told me that he wasn’t going to listen to my bullshit and that I should believe him over…my daughter. This is only temporary, the guest room that is.”

“Are you leaving Mark?” Paige bulged her eyes trying not to smile over the possibility.

“Oh no. We’re just…giving each other…well…room.” She swayed her palms around the atmosphere of the tiny bedroom. Lonnie glanced about exploring while he digested her words. On the bedposts were leather restraints, the foot board as well. That looked entirely too conspicuous. Regardless, seeing them directed Lonnie’s eyes to Paula’s ankles and wrists. Gently reddened rings encircled all four limbs, nothing overly abusive. It was bad enough that tender bruises were evident around Paula’s neckline. He concluded that it was just their chosen sex acts, not anything to be stressed düzce escort over. That again, was their life, not his. As long as it didn’t involve Paige he could really care less. Untrue, but he did try to believe his own thoughts on the matter.

“Is he tying you up at night?”

“No nothing like that.” She tried her best to lie. Lonnie knew her too well having been married to the redhead. “Try on the gown. If it’s too long I still have time to get it hemmed up.”

“Nobody measured her height before they ordered it?” Lon narrowed his eyes at the school’s stupidity.

“They do, but mistakes can be made.” Paula fidgeted. “Go on sweetheart see if it fits properly.”

Eying the reopened blinds Paige shied a bit. “I guess. It’s not like I’m getting undressed.” She then, with the help of her Mother removed the outer plastic. Mom being overly protective of the gown assisted in pulling it over her head and guided its flow over her clothing. Lonnie again mentioned dog hair to which Paula swore she would make certain there would be no stray hairs inside or out by Saturday night. Once the gown draped full length over Paige’s bodacious body the hemline halted perfectly over her ankles. Plenty of room without tripping over it. With the cap placed on her head, both parents stood back and absorbed the beauty, albeit hidden maturity of their baby. Looking fifteen was not in service of said maturity. Still, she was now a fully grown woman and ready to begin her new journey as an adult, released from eighteen years in a scholastic prison.

“Isn’t our daughter just darling?” Paula melted patting Lonnie on the bicep, “Take her picture silly man.” Lon did just that. He would keep it on his cell wallpaper to admire. As he and Paula stared at the picture, the timing could not have been any worse. An incoming call revealed the caller as Deborah. Snatching it from her view Paula looked surprised. Biting her tongue Paula knew that her ex must have had a girlfriend he was hiding. In a sense she was happy for him. Lon merely scowled and declined the call…for now.

“I told Mark I’d show him a pic of Paige in her gown.” Lon frowned at what was coming, “You two stay in here and babble about the future or something.” After a kiss to his daughters cheek followed by, “You’re beautiful Punk.” He took his leave.

Paula swallowed dryly while Paige looked toward her Father’s departure. Once gone from sight Paige attempted to remove her gown and have her Mother hang it back up. Plopping on the mattress Paige Turner made her Mom sit down. It was time to talk. Neither would be truthful about what was really going on behind the scenes.

Sweating bullets but trying his best to contain his fears on the matter at hand Lonnie took a moment to text Deborah with, “Bad timing. Dealing with my ex and her ole’ man. Call you after we leave their house. Miss you Gorgeous.” Giving her a minute to reply with her understanding she replies back with, “Miss you more Big Daddy.” He followed that with one more text, “Radio silence. This could get ugly. I’ll explain later. No reply needed.” He added a kissing Emoji to mask how it sounded. Hopefully she obeyed. Obeyed? Where did that word creep in from? Lon shook it off before heading over to Mark and Berk. Finch was obviously still overseeing the women.

Berk noting Lon’s walking toward them grunts to let Mark know. He had heard the screen door so merely continued removing the Harley’s carburetor.

“How goes the autopsy Doc?” Lon attempted humor. Mark winced up at him and shook his head.

“Nobody’s dead. Yet. It’s always more fun depriving them of body parts, while they still have spark.” Mark Rapier liked his reply. Changing the subject he headed straight for the soul. “Here to talk about your kid’s bitterness toward me?”

“You asked for a pic in her graduation gown.” He lowers the cell to show him. Drawing back a bit to avoid the glare on the cell he puckered his approval.

“Sexy as ever.”

“I’d prefer your compliments over my daughter to be a little less erotic.” Lon grew some balls, “What’s this about you trying to get my kid involved in your bondage crap?”

Mark grins as he chose to snatch up a rag to wipe his hands before standing tall. He hovered over Lonnie by three inches. “Bondage crap? Are you putting down my lifestyle Lon Wolf?”

“Only if it draws in my daughter. She’s barely legal and still impressionable. If she’s uncomfortable in your discussions of it, I’d prefer you just keep it to yourself. What you and Paula do is between yourselves.”

“My decisions NOT Paula’s.” Mark calmly informs Lonnie.

“Whatever. Speaking of Paula…you’re punishing her for defending her own daughter? It’s easy enough to tell that you’ve isolated her to the guest room.”

Behind them Berk chuckled, then chose to swig his beer before letting out any further expressions of amusement. Lon ignored Berk in favor of direct eye contact with the hulking Mark. So far so good.

“Only proving I can live without her if she’s going to believe anyone other than her Master.”

“Master? I don’t see any collar on Paula.”

“I can fix that. Berk? Go grab Hawg’s collar off his neck and bring it to me. Don’t lose an arm while you’re doing it.” Mark sneered coldly. Berk wasn’t certain if Mark meant it so hesitated.

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“Better mood now?”

“Butter mood now.” Eve Adams laughed as she and Christina Holly departed the diner. After an insane moment of both being licked from head to toe in the parking lot for a whole lot longer than they should have legally gotten away with both women were high on life. Five guys took turns lapping up maple syrup from their every pore. It was thrilling just to feel nothing but tongues. Sadly, however neither of them had any form of climax so their hormones were skyrocketing.

“You know you can talk to me about anything right?” Christina made it known as Eve headed South toward the grocery store. Christina normally shopped at a low-quality, low-price outlet like Aldi but not today. Eve had warned her that everything should change in her life going forward, even breaking old habits, older haunts. No more Shave-A-Lot. From here on it was Spread Eagles, Bald Eagles actually, that’s just what Eve called the store. Chris just called it Baldi’s.

“Goes both ways, Christina. Like I said I’m just re-examining my life is all.”

“We both are.”

“Exactly! We’re bad influences on one another.”

“I don’t think of it as bad. I have a blast hanging out with you.”

“Same here. Thing is, I can’t let Rosco know what I’ve been doing. I don’t want to hurt him; he treats me like a Queen.”

“Dixon used to, well, still does, I guess. This change in both of us will be a deciding factor. I know I love him, and don’t want to lose my home, but… did I show you this?” Christina pulls up the photograph he sent her of the engagement ring he held in his possession. Waiting until Eve paused at a stoplight to reveal it Eve dropped her jaw.

“He proposed?”

“If you can call it that. He didn’t really come right out and say it. It’s just a picture with the caption telling me to fight for it. I don’t want to fight Venus for it. She can have it honestly, I’m happy just being his girlfriend.”

“You all need to sit down and iron this contract out.” Eve shook her head resisting a giggle. “Bestie, you are in one hell of a corner. This Venus is probably feeling the same way.”

“Has Rosco ever proposed to you?”

“Not yet! Like you, I hope not. Once he does then it will hit home how much I’ve betrayed him the last two days alone.”

“Would you tell him no?”

“Y’know what? I’m going to head Rosco off at the pass before he ever gets that notion. When he gets back in town, I’m telling him I never want to be married. He either accepts that fact or I move in with you.” She laughs.

“Dixon would love that.” Chris smiled, “Three bitches in his bed. Only a one bedroom if you’ve noticed. Of course, you could sleep on the dining table you seemed right at home on it.”

“With my nails scraping the ceiling while I have my hands in my hair. Naaa! I’ll snuggle up with you when he’s on the road.”

“There’s always the back porch. He’s been trying to get me to unload my tanning bed.”

“See? There’s my bed.”

“Not very comfy, but okay.” Chris smirked, “I’m still coping with the thoughts of sleeping with Venus in our bed. I’m afraid I’ll roll over and crush her.”

“Oops! There goes the competition. Back to just you and Dixie.”

“She seems nice though, so I’ll give her a chance for Dixon.”

“Your decision.” Eve changes the subject, “I know those guys licked us thoroughly but dammit I still feel sticky from that syrup. My thighs are sticking together.”

“Makes for a good chastity belt.”

“Oh, that’s loooooooong gone. Sawed that bitch off when I was sixteen.” Eve cracked up, “There’s Bald Eagle’s. Quiet day it looks like, not many cars. I guess the Link cards must be running low.” Pulling into the store’s lot she actually gets a parking spot not far from the front door, only two cars next to her before the handicap zone. “I think this is the closest I’ve ever gotten. Normally I’m stuck in the boonies out there.”

“Yay! I’m only taking my debit card in. I don’t want an entire purse to bog me down.”

“You do have pockets in that flannel. The only two buttons still doing their job I might add.”

“I’ll button up once I get out. Just enough to cover my tummy though.” Chris snickers. “Seeing how slow it is right now you should do something bold like me?”

“How much bolder can I get?” Eve chuckles, “My shorts could probably fit Venus they’re so tight. My shirt gets waaaay too loose if I untie it, it will just sag. I want to look sexy not sloppy.”

“Fine! Let’s do this.” Christina takes the lead climbing out first and shutting her car door. Then buttoning her blue and black flannel shirt to mask her full-frontal exposure at minimal over her cunt and upper belly. Wanting her cleavage to swell she stopped at three buttons total in keeping her concealed. Tugging her hem down over her ass cheeks she hid her bouncy bottom pretty well as long as she didn’t bend over. Should she do that, it would mean twerk city until she pulled it back over her, the material clingy wherever it landed. Syrup residue was not her friend.

Joining her friend bitlis escort Eve as she got out and locked up her Charger, Chris paused to look Eve over. Eve scowled at Christina’s scrutiny. “Ugh! I’ll unbutton my shorts.”

“I can do it.” Chris eased in playfully and unbuttoned the redhead’s booty shorts as Eve moved her hands to her sides to make it look obvious to anyone spying. Feeling a warm kiss on her lower abdomen Eve shivered.

“Quit that! I’m horny as hell as it is after our sap dance.” Wagging her tongue along the very top of Eve’s red fox fur pubes Eve had to step back and fan herself. “Evil I say.” Christina in bending over displayed her large back property line as well. At the moment she didn’t have a care in the world. With Eve slipping away Chris stood up straight with her feet spread wide, shirt riding high on her cheeks.

Hearing carts rolling the girls both shot glances toward a young man in his early 20’s gathering outdoor carts left by patrons in the cart park. He was looking right at them chuckling and blushing. A thumbs up salute toward them Chris hopped up and turned at the same time. As her feet landed, she whipped up the front of her shirt and let him see her cunt. “Park that thumb here.” She blurted.

“Easy now Bombshell.” Eve reached around her and assisted in dragging the blonde’s shirt down over her thighs. “Let’s not get banned before we do your shopping.”

The boy pushing a string of seven carts walked backwards using his weight to slowly guide his train. With his back to the store, he grew perverted and whipped his dick out showing them the results of their actions. Eve busted up at the boy’s five-inch excuse for manhood. “Pretty big shoes to fill here Buddy.”

“I’m big!” Christina bubbled up, “No shoes, just flip flops.”

“See you inside.” The boy put his pecker away and turned to push his rattle drive home with a bellowing, “YEEHAW!” They were in Texas. However, he did just prove the state wrong. Not everything was big in Texas.

“Guys just can’t help themselves around hot chicks.” Eve giggled.

“As hot as these?” Chris reacts swiftly bending to pinch the redhead’s pubes before Eve could protect herself. After doing it and hearing Eve scream Christina took off running, her massive breasts darting from side to side in her panic style sprint. There was no holding them at bay either, her hands were free at her sides while laughing so hard.

“You witch!” Eve rubbed her pubes as if to say it’s alright my babies then took off after Christina. “You can’t keep your ass cheeks covered when you run.”

“I DON’T CARE!” Good enough for Eve. At the automatic doors Chris slowed up and pulled her shirt down to walk in properly without any fuss from those within sensing trouble. At the cart stable Christina met back up with the wrangler and nudged up against his shoulder. “Is he still hard?” A sudden caress of her hand over his crotch confirmed it. “We’re going to be mischievous. Want to join in?”

“Right behind Ya!” He actually stepped behind her and cautiously put his hands on her hips and dry humped her laughing over it. She pressed back against him giggling along with his bold move. “Just a heads up?” He whispered into her ear, “The cameras in this place are for show. They don’t even work.”

“Yay!”

“I’m Jason.”

“I’m horny.”

“Nice tan lines.” He noticed her forehead and the SLUT tantoo.

“Like this one?” She coyly hikes her shirt over her ass sharing the FUCK ME tan lines.

“In a heartbeat!” He grinned and rubbed her bare bottom.

“I’ll do it with you in the store if we can find a hiding spot.” She was on a mission. Eve joining them found Jason shifting gears to eye her flaming pubes peeking out of her unzipped shorts.

“Sexy as fuck.” Jason admitted.

“Don’t you dare pinch them.” Eve pivots and shares the cheeks of her ass hanging out of her tight threaded denims and leans forward, “You can pinch these though.” He did indeed, both cheeks at one time. He then slyly dry humped her just as he had Christina. “Down boy!”

“I’d love to go down on you.” He chuckled as Chris pulled her selected cart out and took the lead. “Cooler aisle in fifteen minutes. We need to wait until the manager Chuck goes into the warehouse to supervise deliveries.”

“I’ll be waiting.” Chris winked and shook her ass, not bothering to cover her lower cheeks afterward. Tagging along behind her Eve covered her up for safety, as they ran into employees stocking shelves. The customers scarce at first, Chris kept things restrained and actually shopped for what the list in her shirt pocket had on it. Unfolded and mentally checking off her items as found she lost track of Eve for a bit.

Retracing her steps she spotted Eve in the fresh produce area, a handsome young man putting out lettuce checking her out. Eve herself was being predictably evil and searching amongst a bin of cucumbers for what else but the biggest one in the batch. Christina smirked at reading her new best friend’s mind bolu escort and pushed her cart toward a rendezvous. She managed to park behind Eve without being noticed. The stud fiddling with lettuce nodded at seeing Chris join the smoking hot redhead, a nod met with a wagging tongue. The man just grinned and tried being cute in juggling lettuce and making a mess.

“Is he still watching?” Eve sensed Chris and tried not to look from her veggie wedgie.

“Yes.”

“Good!” A turn on her tennis shoes Eve stepped behind Chris and brought along a forearm sized cucumber with the girth circumference of a beer bottle. Reaching around the blond Eve placed the cucumber between Christina’s tits, “Here hold this.”

Chris simply crushed her breasts together using her biceps and let the lettuce lifter see Eve titty fuck Chris with the pickle penis. Chris giggled and made an expression that she was moaning. The lettuce guy dropped his jaw as well as one of his wrapped lettuces. Rolling away toward the girls it was clear he was going to need to go after it. Sitting his other icebergs aside he took the walk until less than three feet from Christina. Reaching down to pick up the lettuce he found Chris tugging her shirts hem upward and flashing him her stunning twat.

“Nice!” He winked as he stood tall facing them. “Now I’m glad I took this shift, the other veggie girl called in.”

“So are we.” Eve winked back, “You’re a cutie.”

“Clumsy but I’ll take that compliment. You saw me checking you out, didn’t you?”

“As if I wasn’t teasing you for five minutes.” Eve reclaimed the cucumber and stroked it in front of him. Seeing her unfastened shorts, the guy blushed. “This makes it seven minutes now. Hit on me or I’m going to think you’re too shy.” Eve was losing her modesty every second she stood there. Rosco who?

“Hit on you? Here?” He reluctantly looked around. Eve reacting to his worry stepped over and plucked his head of lettuce from his grasp and turned her back to him. “Lettuce move on then.” That was all it took, the man raced up to her and put his hands on her hips before nuzzling her creamy neckline. “You talked me into it.”

“Good! Lettuce put this in the cart.” She tossed it like a basketball shot then palmed the man’s right profile. “Is this all you’re going to do?” Chris stood back observing Eve flirt, pointers were always helpful. The man moved his hands from her hips to Eve’s abdomen and quickly slid fingers down into her bikini arena. A single fingertip rolling across her clit made her stiffen up and sigh, “That’s better Niceberg! Let my pussy heat melt your rough exterior.”

“Fuck you’re wet.” He panted. “Is it me melting or you?”

“Could be both of us.” She giggled. As he rubbed her pussy another employee rounded the end cap at the far end of the aisle, this time a middle-aged woman wearing a ballcap. Locating her surprise visit the man quickly behaved himself.

“Sorry! That’s my aunt.” Regardless he sniffed his fingers then licked the tips of her delicious flavor. “Damn you taste good.”

“Cooler aisle in ten minutes. Be there or I’ll never shop here again.” Eve razzed him.

“Why there?”

“Ask Jason.” Chris chimed in feigning as if licking the cucumber but not actually touching her tongue to it. The man chuckled at what he might be getting into but found his aunt looking their way.

“I’ll be there in nine. Let me finish stocking the lettuce and cabbage. That, and evading Aunt Ruth. Oh, hey, I’m Trent.”

“Saw the nametag, Fingertrent.” Eve played her words referring to his fingerprint. “Lick ya there.” She strutted away using the cart to disguise her opened denim shorts while she and Chris rolled by Ruth. The older woman said nothing as they passed, she was too busy opening cases of apples. Eve Adams found it in her namesake to grab one from Ruth’s supply. Biting into it after disappearing into the next aisle Eve spat out her bite and put the apple on a shelf. “Bleeech! There goes Eden.” Christina nearly peed, not a good thing to do when wearing no undies. Clean up in aisle 5 would be frightening.

Cart filling up over the course of five more rows, items that sounded good that weren’t on her list Chris was glad her debit card had lots of money on it. Customers were noticing their attire but, in most cases, they were covered up enough not to invite complaints. Baby in one cart made the ladies totally behave until out of range. Sad because the child’s father looked just like actor Tom Selleck during his Magnum PI days. Damned shame Tom Select was playing daddy daycare!

With time reaching that critical meeting point the girls noticed an older man with a clipboard all dressed up in a white shirt and tie, obviously the manager. Disappearing into the warehouse portion of the store the girls strolled down the cooler aisle. “I don’t see Jason.” Chris pouted at possibly being stood up. As they proceeded, they heard a glass door open and close twice, but nobody was around. A third opening they spotted a broomstick burdur escort poking it from within the cooler. “There he is. I think his woody got bigger.” Chris was trying hard to keep up with the banter.

Going to the door they found both Jason and Trent on the inside. Jason laughed as they strained behind the ice cream to get their attention. Eve holding the door peered in, “There’s Ben & Jerry.”

“Look to your left there’s a grey swinging door. Park your cart out of the way and go through the door without being seen.” Jason encouraged them. Chris in the lead with the cart scurried to the grey door, Eve right behind her. Making certain they weren’t seen entering, the girls met Trent at a thicker freezer door. Feeling the chill over their flesh the girls gnashed their teeth. Chris instantly unbuttoned and disrobed, marching up to push Trent back. Chuckling at her bold aggressiveness Trent found himself nudged until he was up against some plastic crates of milk. Eve shivering hard rubbed her forearms briskly then tapped on Christina’s shoulder.

“Uhhh? Your stud’s over there.” A point toward Jason with his pants down jerking off Chris smirked and abandoned Trent. Free of the Blond’s tits crushed against his chest Trent grinned at Eve.

“Keep me warm with that fire between your legs.” Trent jested and briskly rubbed his palms together.

“Friction baby.” Eve turned and slithered her denim shorts down over the most perfect ass Trent had ever seen. Immediately he knelt behind her and pried her cheeks wide, feasting on both her juicy cunt and her cute, puckered asshole. Moans circulating via steamy breath, at least her inner thighs were heated.

Chris dropped to her own knees and sucked on Jason’s cock, as he held up his shirt high enough to witness her throat thrusts. The boy sighed and exhaled a gust of warm release, “Hell, yes! At least my dick won’t get frostbite.” She used her teeth playfully from that point on. Dude loved it!

While the quartet fed on one another customers continually opened and closed the exterior glass doors in selecting frozen desserts and milk products. A number of them heard moans but couldn’t really see where it was coming from and simply thought it was the cooler humming.

While getting Jason nice and hard the Tom Selleck lookalike opened the glass door and grabbed a gallon of milk. Being nearby, Eve the redhead laughed as her hands held the milk trays. “Magnum up!” She blurted. Trent thought she meant him and stood up to dig into his wallet for a condom. Too funny! The mustached man outside merely winced at the sudden outburst and closed the door moving on. “Damn he could have parked his Lamborghini in my garage any day. Come back Throbbin’ Masters!” Eve rambled in thought then leered over her shoulder at Trent still searching his wallet. “HEY! Get busy back there. The store is called Baldi’s!” So much for a condom, Trent sat his wallet aside and fucked Eve from behind.

Joining them side by side Jason tapped Christina and fist bumped Trent in the process. The girls were getting loud, cumming hard at nearly the same time. With the doors remaining closed the noise level was blocked so the guys hit the ladies hard.

Eve with her laced up shirt still on found Trent running his hands up under her tethered divide, squeezing her tits hard as he closed in on a vicious nut. Hearing his guttural plan Eve pushed back into him in a seesaw effect that made Trent crazy. So crazy that one hand abandoned her breast and relocated up to pull her long red hair. “That’s it, Shy Boy! Hit that pussy.” She praised his efforts.

Not to be outdone Jason also snatched up Christina’s blond mane tugging her head back as his hips pounded her thighs relentlessly. While not a huge dick he was certainly getting the job done, she was squirting all over his cock. Slapping her ass like a rodeo star on a Brahma bull, once again Jason belted out, “YEEHAW!” then seconds later flooded her cunt with jizz.

Exhausted and growing icicles the guys pulled out and let the girls suck them dry before all got dressed and called the ice palace. Sweltering kisses just before opening the freezer door warmed them up for the short-term. Trent leading them out offered a coast was clear allowing the girls to reclaim their shopping cart. A thanks amongst frozen lovers Trent spotted his Aunt Ruth again and went theatrical.

“Ranch dressing is in aisle 4 with the condoms… condiments.” Ruth thought nothing of it.

“That’s what I still have on my list.” Chris giggled, “I need latex condiments.” It was indeed on her list as per Dixon Moretti’s orders. A swift departure the ladies abandoned their young men and finished their shopping. In the medicinal aisle Chris just cleaned out an entire row of ribbed Trojan’s, extra-large just in case. Eve invested in lube. Fruity flavors over mint.

“Imagine what the cashier is going to think when we drop all of these on the belt.” Chris lifted her shoulders giddily.

“We’ll just promote safe sex.”

Shoulder to shoulder they giggled all the way up to the checkout lanes. With only two lanes open they hurried in filling the rotating belt as their cashier an elderly African American woman named Gloria scanned everything in order of arrival. In reaching the prophylactic’s she paused and just bulged her eyes.

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When I didn’t feel like masturbating anymore because my neighbour or Jane was emptying my balls, I decided it was time to change that. I started looking for a girlfriend and, thanks to the internet, I came across my old friend Monika.

I didn’t once mention to her that I lived in a house where I had rules, such as cumming in a cup or fucking a neighbour.

Monica was a little worried that I wouldn’t be comfortable in bed with her because she was postpartum, but it turned out that there was no problem here. In the past, girls have sometimes complained about my size. Monica was afraid that giving birth might have stretched her pussy too much. It turned out that there was no problem and she could still feel the stretch when I pushed my cock into her pussy.

On the last day of the year, I decided it was time to put an end to this permanent masturbation and playdates. I got in my car and drove somewhere on the motorway, got out at some roadside car park and walked to a knoll behind which were farmland. There I left my box with all my erotic toys and went home. A month later, I was already renting another flat, where I was preparing for my new girlfriend’s move.

During the move, a neighbour noticed all this and said she also wanted to see if I was going to live in a good place. I showed her the empty flat, where the only thing there was of furniture at the time was in the kitchen, and in the bathroom.

“Don’t you have any bed on which to fuck your new damsel?” My neighbour asked me as she went around the whole flat.

I told her that I would have a thick mattress soon. She didn’t think too long and took off her dress, under which she had neither panties nor bra. She said to me:

“So bye bye fuck your neighbour the way you wish, because once I’m out of here you won’t have the opportunity to bayburt escort slip your cock into any of my holes.”

I didn’t actually want to touch her in any way with my penis anymore, but she noticed, on my trousers, a small bulge. She walked over to me and shamelessly unzipped my zipper, then started massaging my penis with her hand. Within a few of her movements my cock was completely rigid.

“Come into the kitchen.” I suggested, after which we went into the kitchen. She braced herself with her tits against the table top and lifted her dress higher, thus exposing her naked ass. I, without any forethought, packed my cock firmly in her pussy and began to fuck her fast and violently. After a couple of dozen strokes I landed in her asshole and started to fuck her anus in the same way. Before I climaxed I said I think I was going to gush inside her. She turned around and knelt in front of me and my cock landed in her mouth deep to the root. The neighbour was sucking my cock more intensely and kneading my balls with her hand.

“I’m coming!” I shouted, and she pulled out my cock trigger and began to finish the job by hand. I shot my cum out onto her tits and she licked the tip of my penis at the very end.

She stood up and on straight legs grabbed my head in her hands, then pulled me violently towards her and my face collided with her cum-covered tits.

When she let go of my head and I pulled away from her tits, she stood slightly apart and said to me:

“Now lie down on the floor on your back and lick me”.

I lay down as she instructed, And the neighbour stood over me and lowered her pussy to my face. I started to lick her pussy and she leaned forward and back so that I licked her pussy wherever she wanted. She also didn’t let go of leaning forward in such bilecik escort a way that I started licking her asshole and drilling my tongue into her anus. Although I didn’t know it at the time, it wasn’t until the very end that she told me that she liked having this type of caress and rimming was a very big turn-on for her.

While licking her pussy I managed to bring her to orgasm, or she only pretended to do so by loudly gasping and moaning.

Immediately afterwards, when a lot of thick juice was flowing out of her pussy, she attached herself to my mouth so that I could lick her well. After this licking she said it was time to go home and put her dress back on. We got into the car and I drove her home.

As she now lived in another city, the journey took about fifteen minutes. Already at the beginning as soon as we got into the car, she told me to take my cock out of my trousers. I was surprised but she said it was so she could look at it while we were still driving. As soon as we started the car, she leaned over and took my cock in her mouth bringing it to stiffness once again. I drove her away while she kept sucking my cock and kneading my testicles with her hand. I was already being milked by her today, so it didn’t bother me too much during the drive. She just sucked my cock and I could feel her tongue working on my glans.

Before we drove into the town where she lived, she asked me to pull over to the side of the road and turn off the engine. As soon as I did this she got up from her seat and got out of the car. She walked around the car and opened the door on my side. She turned around and lifted up her dress, then pushed her ass out hard and pointed at my seat so that I was ramming my cock into her pussy. She started to ride me and after a few minutes I just bingöl escort cum in her pussy.

The neighbour got up and, standing by my door the whole time, leaned heavily and bucked up towards me. She spread her buttocks with her hands. I saw my cum flowing out of her pussy. Claire put her hand between her thighs and inserted two fingers into her pussy. After a moment’s play she slid them out and spread her pussy so that the rest of the cum flowed out of her too. She lowered her dress and walked around the car once more, then got back into the passenger seat and said we could go and I would drive her home.

On the site she looked at me and once more leaned over to my cock, which she took once more into her mouth and began to suck it hard. When she got up and was about to leave the car she paused and said to me:

“Such a good cock and so get grounded so that someone younger than me can spread her legs and get fucked every now and then.”

She got out of the car and went to her house and I started the car engine and went back to my new flat. I hadn’t even started living well with my new girlfriend yet, and I had already managed to push my cock into another woman’s pussy, although I hadn’t ridden her much before.

My new girlfriend Monika came to live with me about two or three weeks later. During that time I had the desire to fuck myself more than once, but I had already taken all my toys away and didn’t have them with me. The only thing left for me was to occasionally play with my cock and reminisce about the old days when I would cum on cue for my landlord or on my neighbour’s tits.

The new girl liked sex anyway, but at the beginning she wasn’t too keen on the extreme games, mostly standard and classic, or sometimes she let me take my cock out of her pussy and cum on her tits, although she didn’t like it much when they cum on her, because she had to go and wash up afterwards. I noticed very quickly that this was not going to be a permanent relationship where I would get fucked all the time, but there would be a lot of handiwork, or masturbation, when the girl was not at home.

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This is part 2 of Summer’s Anniversary story. In part 1, she was remembering the beginnings of the excitement and pleasure of her exhibitionist desires. Reading the 1st part will help get you caught up. Thank you for the comments! Enjoy.

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Remembering those stories of the house showing and that crazy, exciting dinner with Jon made it hard for me to concentrate on my shower and getting ready to go to dinner. A big part of me just wanted to hop on the bed, grab my rabbit, and get’er done! But I was a good girl, and hopped in the shower. While I did pay a bit more attention to my boobs and made sure I was really clean “down there,” I made it a point to not make this the epic part of my night.

I dried off and picked out my outfit for the evening. I didn’t want to go slutty, because I wasn’t interested in fighting off advances all night. I did want to look good though, but more importantly, I wanted to feel good – feeling pretty as well as looking it. So, I picked a very sexy black thong (the better to show off my butt) and a thin, lacy bra that, while not giving the girls a ton of support, kept them high and tight and gave me some great cleavage. Then, I chose a silky black scoop-back dress that had a nice neckline, but hung down to almost my butt crack. When I looked in the mirror, I loved the way the material draped off my boobs and showed off my butt. I chose a pair of diamond earrings, a pair of black booties with 2″ heels, and a sheer cover-up to complete the look.

We live in Southern California, not too far from the coast. I wanted to be down by the water, so I made my way down to a food/drink area that was historic but had a lot of new, hip restaurants, bars, hotels, and clubs. Jon and I come down here on a regular basis. As I was walking around I passed the place where we had that dinner last year where he made me cum in my seat while the bus-boy was there. I still giggle when I wonder what Beth thought when she came back for the check and found my panties under the bill. I wonder if she kept them? I considered going in to see if she was working and see if she remembered me, but decided I better not.

I ended up at a restaurant Jon and I enjoyed . Even if he wasn’t here with me I could still go and enjoy a couple drinks and the food was good. Besides if I had too much, I could just go get a room and sleep it off.

The restaurant was in one of the big chain hotels down close to the convention center. The towers of the hotel curved around the pool and resort-type bar in the center. The restaurant and lounge overlooked the pool area but had a great view of the marina and the bay beyond. I found a nice corner seat at the bar and ordered a Manhattan. Yeah, I know. Not really a girly kind of drink, but I enjoy good bourbon, and they make them good here.

While I was sipping my drink, I slowly looked around the bar and to the seats near the windows. The crowd was kind of light, but it still wasn’t the weekend, so understandable. There were several groups of people with lanyards and bags from one of the conventions in town. A few people at the bar, both men and women, made eye contact, smiled, and I had a couple quick, casual conversations that centered around their lanyards, where are you from, what are you doing here on your anniversary etc. No offers to be my date for the night, but that’s ok.

I was just sucking the cherry from the bottom of my drink off its stem when one of the waitresses brought me another drink. She must have been reading my mind, but I was surprised that it wasn’t the bartender that came over and asked me if I wanted another round. “Thanks,” I said. “But how did you know I was thinking about getting another one?”

She smiled and told me, “I’m good, but not that good. This is from that gentleman sitting over there,” and she motioned toward a good looking man sitting alone at a table near the window. He raised his glass in a toast and I did the same. “He also wanted me to ask if you’d like to join him to enjoy your drink.”

“Oh, he did huh? Well thank you,” I told her, as she walked off to work her other tables. I looked up again and saw him still looking at me and giving me a “Well do you say?” look that made me laugh out loud. I paid the bartender for my drink, grabbed my purse, and made my way over to his table. He stood up as I came near, and offered me a seat.

“Good evening,” he said. “I can’t stand to see a beautiful woman drinking alone, so I’m glad you decided balıkesir escort to come join me. I’m Joseph, but you can call me Joe,” he said, as he held out his hand.

“Nice to meet you Joe,” I told him, as we shook hands and sat down. “I’m Summer,” and I held up my left hand and wiggled my fingers at him, saying, “I’m married, you know Joe.”

“He’s a very lucky man then.”

“Oh, and he knows it too,” I said with a laugh.

“I bet he does!” said Joe. “Then why are you here alone tonight, having drinks with a strange man?”

“Well, first of you, you shouldn’t put yourself down like that, Joe,” I started, breaking the tension. I then told him how Jon was out of town on business and that I told him I was going out anyway to celebrate. Joe had a very calming and friendly air about him. He kept eye contact with me throughout of conversation and put me at ease. I found out that he too was married and was in town for a corporate meeting. We finished our drinks and ordered some appetizers.

“Let me get us a bottle of wine and a little something to eat,” Joe said. “It doesn’t seem like either of us have anywhere to get to tonight, so why not?” I agreed and continued to relax. As we ate and sipped most of the wine. I was looking out the window at the pool area below us, the torches around the pool, and the lights on the bay from the boats. “Wow!”, said Joe, all of a sudden, looking down towards the spa, which was right below our window. When I looked down I immediately knew what caught his attention.

Down below our full length window, was the hotel’s hot tub. It was dark, but there was enough light for us to clearly see three 20-something girls, all gorgeous, with amazing racks. They all had plastic cups, of what I’m sure were not their first drinks of the night. One of the girls was standing up laughing, when one of her friends undid the top to her suit, whipped it off, and threw it out of the spa. They were all giggling and splashing, until they started groping each other and kissing. Quite a site until more people came around the corner and began to get in with them. They had to scramble to retrieve the tossed top and get themselves put back together, and hurriedly wrapped themselves in towels and scampered off.

“If we can see them that well, I wonder if they could see us. Not that we’re doing anything we shouldn’t, that is,” Joe commented. That thought made me squeeze my thighs together and then slowly open them towards the window as wide as I could go, without being too oblivious. It gave my parts a little tingle think they might be able to see my little thong if they took the time to look.

“Earth to Summer!” Joe was saying, shaking me out of my erotic daze. “I was asking you if you wanted another drink?”

“Oh, I don’t think so. I’m feeling pretty good as it is and it’s getting kind of late and I’ll have to start thinking about heading home soon.” Joe suggested a walk around the lobby or the pool. I agreed that sounded good.

As we left the bar and started walking through the beautiful lobby, we had some fun conversation. As we walked and talked, Joe placed his hand low on my back, resting it so I could feel part of his hand on my skin. He occasionally lowered his hand and the feeling of him running his fingers over the top my cheeks were getting me very aroused. The drinks and thought of flashing the entire pool area didn’t help that situation. Besides, he was a good looking man and he made me feel very good.

After taking a brief walk outside, we stopped and looked at each other. “Summer, I hope you have enjoyed your anniversary this evening. I know I have,” Joe told me, looking into my eyes.

“Very much so. I wanted to thank you for making it a special night.”

“Good,” he said. “I have a wonderful bottle of a rosé chilling in my room. It’s from an excellent small winery in Northern California. It’s one of my favorites. I would love if you would allow me a little more your time so that we can enjoy it together.” As alarming as this situation could be, I wasn’t afraid to nod my head and we headed back inside towards the elevators.

Just as the door was about to close, several more people got into our car, forcing us to the back. The resulting position placed Joe’s body pressing into my left side. I pressed against him and could feel his erection against my hip. His right hand was squarely on my left butt cheek and I enjoyed the feeling of his hand rubbing and squeezing it. When bartın escort we were able to get out of the elevator and he led me down the hallway, his hand stayed on my butt and I enjoyed the sensations that were traveling through my body because of it.

When he open the door to his room, I was amazed: Corner room, lights on, but low, with widows covering almost two of the walls. The curtains were open giving a beautiful view across the bay and the lights on the boats in the marina. The way the hotel was designed, the inside of the two wings gave a great view of the water, but also looked over towards the other wing. The outside rooms had views of downtown and other local hotels. Joe had a wonderful inside room.

I was drawn to the windows and the beautiful lights of the evening. I was brought back to reality by the pop of the cork being pulled out of the wine bottle. When I turned, Joe was handing me a glass of cold, sweet, bubbly, rosé. He held up his glass to mine and said, “Happy anniversary to a beautifully sexy woman.” We touched glasses, and we both took sips of our wine.

I was feeling really good. Took good, I was afraid. I didn’t want the evening to stop, but didn’t want to stop it at all. I avoided eye contact as I turned again to gaze out the windows, continuing to drink my wine. Joe came up behind me, placed his hand back on my exposed back, moved in close to me. He leaned closer and I could smell his smell for the first time. Sweet cologne, hair product, wine on his breath. He pressed his body closer to mine and whispered, “What a beautiful night, isn’t it?” All I could do was nod. “Do you like the lights on the water?” Again, just a nod, staring at the lights. “See all those lights on the other building? I wonder if they looked over here, what they would see?” There were a few open curtains across the way, and we could see people watching TV and reading on their beds. I felt light headed from the sensuous feelings he was giving me.

“Do you see that woman in the room right there?” pointing across to the other wing. She was by herself, in one of the hotel robes. She looked to be about my height, with black hair that hung almost to her waist. She had a large wine glass she was filling up with a deep, red wine. “Do you think she can see us?” he said. As he said that, he moved the hand from my back to my shoulder as his other hand mirrored it on the other side. He started rubbing my shoulders, and very gently began to slip his fingers underneath the material, slipping it slightly down my shoulders.

By this time, she had noticed us, looking out of her window and drinking her wine. “I wonder what she is thinking right now?” he asked as he continued to inch the top of my dress over the tops of my shoulders. I was caught in his spell. All I could do was watch our voyeur watch us. Joe reached out and took my wine glass from my hand, setting it on the table in front of me. He placed a gentle kiss on my left shoulder as he began to slowly push the dress off my shoulders and down my arms. His lips touched my ear, saying, “I think she enjoys looking at you.” With a gentle kiss on my earlobe, he pulled his face away.

Our watcher now had her sliding door open and had stepped out onto the little porch of her room. There was enough light coming from her room and the surrounding landscape that we could see her fairly clearly. She continued to drink her wine as she leaned against the wall. She was watching as Joe slid the top of my dress down past the tips of my erect nipples, and it just simply slid down to the floor. I stood there, facing her, with my black bra, my thong, which was getting increasingly wetter every moment, and my shoes. At that moment she put her wine glass down and I saw her hand slip into her robe.

“I think she enjoys what she sees,” Joe said . His hands were back on my shoulders and he was now slipping my bra off my body. “You have amazing breasts, Summer,” he whispered again. And with saying they, he let my bras fall off my arms, joining my dress on the floor. My nipples were rock hard and they ached. Our watcher had reached down and had untied her robe and was now standing off the wall, with the robe completely open. It seems she was getting ready for bed, as she was wearing nothing beneath it. Her skin was dark, her breasts big, but not huge, and dark nipples that were as hard as mine.

“Show her your breasts,” he whispered in my other ear, as he gave little kisses across my neck and shoulders. batman escort I reached down and grabbed each of my boobs and began to squeeze them and pull them in her direction. She began to do the same. I started breathing harder as I took first one, then the other nipple in between my fingers and began to pinch and pull them in a way that was going to make me orgasm, if I wasn’t careful. I love the way my breasts feel and I really enjoy breast play, so this was something that was really getting me going.

“Lean over and show her what they look like,” Joe said, as his hand were now down rubbing my now exposed butt cheeks. “Look how she’s enjoying your body,” he said as I felt him kneel behind me, his cheeks brushing the exposed skin of my butt. I felt kisses and gentle squeezes on them, as I could feel his fingers finding their way under the band of my thong, pulling them down my hips. She too had her boobs in her hands, but she was not being as gentle with hers. I watched as she squashed her breasts in her hand, pulling and twisting her nipples. Then suddenly, her right hand shot down between her now spread legs and she began to run her hand up and down her pussy. I thought I was going to burst!

Joe pushed me down a bit more, towards the table. I had to use my hands to keep from falling face first onto it. He was still kneeling behind me and I could feel his breath and the gentle whisper of his lips as they grazed my burning hot skin. I felt his kisses. I felt his fingers spreading my cheeks. I felt his tongue as it gently explored around my bottom and my very wet pussy.

Somehow, as he was behind me, Joe had managed to slip out of his clothes, because when he stood up and leaned over me, I could feel his hard dick sliding up my butt crack, and it felt good! “Stay just like this and keep your eyes on her,” was all he told me, as he pulled back a little, allowing his dick to slide back down my bottom towards my pussy. The next things I felt were his hands on my cheeks and his dick sliding down, right to my opening. He made very small movements, pushing only the head into me, but then began to slowly push more of himself into me with every forward thrust. When he was all the way in me and his balls were beginning to bounce against my clit, he really began to pump me harder. No words spoken. Just the heavy breathing and sounds of our bodies experiencing an amazing feeling together.

Our watcher was now sitting on one of the small patio chairs, one leg over the arm, spread wide. Show herself to us. She now had one hand rubbing her clit and the other one pumping in and out of her pussy. She was biting her bottom lip and her head would go back and her mouth would come open. If she wasn’t coming already, she would be soon. Me too.

Joe took complete control and continued to and continued to pound into me. I was very close to my won orgasm when I heard him moan and push into me hard a few more times. I swear I could feel his dick swell and could feel when he came in me. That put me over the edge, and I had one of the most explosive orgasms of my life. I came over and over, squeezing his dick in me, pushing back onto him, my head back, and the most animalistic moan escaping my throat. Looking over at our friend, she looked like she and I had just experienced the same thing. She must have been a bit loud, as some of the outside lights near her room came on and people were looking out of their curtains. She put the fingers of her pumping hand into her mouth, sucking them clean. stood up, picked up her wine glass, and went back inside, sitting on her bed.

Joe pulled out of me slowly, and I felt a wonderful dribble of our combined come leaking out of and down my leg. I stood up, turned around and looking him in the eyes. He took my hands in his and said, “Happy anniversary, baby. I love you.”

“I love you too, you wild husband. This was amazing, Jon!” And with that we grabbed each other and kissed deeply and hungrily for several minutes. We kind of walked/fell back onto the bed. I got off of him, looked at his dick, still erect and bobbing with his heartbeat, reached out, and gave it a couple squeezes. I gave it a nice tongue bath, then told him it was his turn to just lay there and that it was my turn to be in control and that I was going to give him a good long ride. The first time was for him. This time was for me. During that hot ride, I looked over to our watcher’s room. She was standing at her window, completely naked, wine glass in one hand, gently rubbing her pussy with the other, watching us again. She raised her glass to me, took a final sip, turned and her light went out.

Jon and I made love, kissed, fondled and licked each other throughout the night. It was an amazing anniversary gift, and we were able to share it with a new friend!

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I was in my senior year of college, with the clock ticking down on my final weeks until exams, graduation, and then … decades of being an adult. I wasn’t even waiting, putting it off for a few more months—I’d already lined up an internship for the summer.

I had a list of things I always meant to try while I was at college, but never got around to doing, and now I was more determined than ever to check off each item on that list. Ten things on my list. Ten weeks to graduation. One item per week. It was now or never—I’d procrastinated long enough.

Item number one. The college’s art department hosted a monthly life drawing session. I’d gone once or twice to draw from the live models and was always curious what it would be like to model for the group myself. I was shy, though, and although I wasn’t close to any of the other artists in the group, the idea of taking off my clothes in front of strangers—strangers that I’d see around campus—was too daunting. Now, though, there were only a few weeks and then I might never see these people again. Suddenly, it was a little less daunting.

I was comfortable with my body. I’d put on a little weight during my four years, but it was mostly in the right places—my ass, my tits. That shouldn’t matter, I know, but my feelings about how I looked naked inevitably fed into my calculations about disrobing in public. I had straight, black hair down to the middle of my back. My belly wasn’t flat, but I didn’t think of myself as chunky, either. Boyfriends—I’d had one for each year of school, mainly in the first semester—had said that they found my curves to be sexy, a turn-on.

I wasn’t sure what to do with my pubic hair. Judging by the other models I’d seen at the sessions, there was more variety than I would have expected. But the models also weren’t all college students—some were men and women from the local community, and they ran the gamut as far as age, from early twenties, up until … there was one woman who must have been pushing seventy, but she was amazingly comfortable in her skin. I adored her.

She’d had the full bush going on, grey hairs and all. But then I’d also seen some, usually on the younger end of the spectrum, who were completely shaved. Even one man, which I hadn’t expected. My boyfriends usually kept their pubic hair in check, enough that I wasn’t picking hairs out from between my teeth during blowjobs, anyway, and I did them the same courtesy—short and sweet.

I decided that I shouldn’t change who I was just for this. Even though I’d broken up with my last boyfriend just before winter break, I’d continued, out of habit—and just in case—to keep my dark hair trimmed into a neat triangle.

Our college had a May Day tradition where students would strip down and go bare for the day. The administration had adjusted to the fact that there was very little they could do about this. They knew the optics of campus police chasing after, tackling, handcuffing naked women was bad, and you can’t even ask nudists for their ID to prove they belong on campus. Instead, they took to issuing safety guidance, advising nudists to stay well back from the main roads to avoid gawkers. Because I lived in one of the few dorms on the other side of the only major road going through campus, I didn’t even see any of this my first two years. Word had it that the main practitioners were lesbians and granola-heads who hung out near the quad playing frisbee and acoustic guitar in their all-together. My junior year, I went to school abroad, and my school in England had no such tradition. Instead, they celebrated Guy Fawkes’ Day on the fifth of November with beer and fireworks.

Nudity, for me, was reserved for bathing and sex, and full nudity sometimes only the former. I didn’t play any sports in college, either, so I was four years removed from the vaguely uncomfortable feeling of public showering.

From my experience as an artist with the life drawing group, the model arrived fully clothed, then about five minutes before the start, while everyone is still setting up, they go into the back room, and emerge again wearing a robe. When everyone is ready, the moderator gives a signal, and the model disrobes and takes the first pose. There’s nothing sexy about it—no striptease. No tease at all. One moment robed; the next moment unrobed.

I tried not to think of the models in terms of attractiveness. I tried to think of them as a body, a collection of parts, a challenge to translate curves and features and hair and that disobedient bitch foreshortening, all into a two-dimensional representation that on my best days at least looked like a person, if not that person. Sometimes, though, even a person who is not presented in a sexy context, exudes that sense nonetheless.

There was, for example, Nadja. Nadja was actually a professor at the school—to my knowledge the only professor that participated in the life drawing group in any capacity. Even the art department was largely absent from the group’s functions. And as a professor of statistics, Nadja was about as far from the art department as one could get within the bounds of ardahan escort the campus. It wasn’t even basic statistics—she taught advanced probability and algorithms. Not the kind of thing a freshman takes, and certainly nothing I’d taken in my liberal arts focus. Sexy math. At least, that’s how I thought of it after seeing her model. Her dark Indian skin glowed and shone as she worked up a sweat through a series of poses and by the end of the session, I realized that I was damp, too, and not just with sweat.

Her breasts were small, but not flat. They were shaped like large breasts from a woman with a smaller frame. Her dark, wavy hair was thick like a mane, and it was matched by the tight curly thatch between her legs. (Impressed by her sensual intellect, I’d even tried studying stats on the sly, hoping to strike up a conversation.)

There were also several male models in the rotation. Tim was a comedian who worked with props, but was otherwise nude. Gary was a yoga practitioner with amazing flexibility. My favorite, though, was John. John had a muscular frame, but not hard muscles, like a bodybuilder. Maybe a bodybuilder who’d decided to let himself go about six months ago. He had ebony skin and a lightly furred chest. His most distinguishing feature was the leaky faucet that hung beneath his legs. The tip of his penis was perpetually beaded with pre-cum that sometimes caught on the hair of one of his long thighs, drawing out a strand like a spider’s web. I wasn’t sure if being nude in front of us was a turn-on for him, or he was just always like that underneath his clothes—reading a book, taking a class, pouring a bowl of cereal. But the thought that he might be excited in front of us made me excited, too. Sometimes, lost in thought, I stopped drawing altogether and just stared, picturing myself kneeling in front of him, my hands grasping at his slightly saggy butt as I rubbed my cheek along the length if his cock, drawing a snail’s trail of seminal fluid across my face before cleaning his tip with my tongue.

When I realized I was staring, I looked up and our eyes met. He’d noticed that I’d stopped drawing and could probably tell that my eyes had been focused on his drooling member. Busted!

On the night I agreed to model, I was surprised to see John there, already in his robe. “Oh,” I said, passively, but loud enough for the moderator to hear, “I thought I was modeling tonight. I didn’t even bring my drawing pad.”

Mary, the moderator, flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry! We did agree to that, didn’t we? I forgot. Well, I’m sure we can work something out.”

Not that I was doing this for the money, but the model got paid forty dollars for two hours of modeling, the cost split among the participating artists. After all the time it had taken me to build up the nerve to do this, going home without modeling would be a big disappointment and wreck my momentum for checking things off my list in the final weeks of college. Clearly, though, either John or I would go home empty-handed, or if we each modeled for an hour, we’d each take home twenty dollars, and without my art kit, I’d have an excuse to ogle John for an hour.

Mary went off and spoke with some of the more senior artists and came back with an unexpected compromise. “It seems the artists don’t mind paying for two models if you’d be willing to work together.” My knees suddenly went weak. ‘Work together’? What did that even mean? As if reading my mind, Mary immediately clarified: “You know, pose together, at the same time.”

“Like as a couple?” I looked over at John, stunned by his use of the word ‘couple’ to describe us. Oh, sure, I’d thought about ‘coupling’ with John, but this isn’t what I meant. Or maybe I did. What the hell was this? It had to be a joke.

“So, are you both willing?” This was feeling distinctly like a wedding, a shotgun wedding. “You’d both get paid the full rate, work the same two hours. Everybody wins.”

I looked over at John, whose grin seemed to transmit his response.

“I- I guess,” I stammered. “I mean, we’d both be naked at the same time?”

“Yes, you would. Is that okay? With both of you?” She looked pointedly at John first, knowing that he was in agreement, and maybe I’d feel the pressure and cave, just as the lower half of my body already felt like it was doing. I was new to figure modeling, and I’d only just barely convinced myself that I was ready for what I knew it was—and now this.

“Maybe you’d even interact somehow …” Mary threw this in as she looked at me, nodding her head in agreement with whatever words escaped her lips. At least they were on the same page. I realized that as I was watching Mary’s head nod up and down, I was doing the same, in perfect reflection. I could think of no way to refuse this and save face. And I had to save face, because I was giving them my body.

I went into the back room, and, shaking, changed out of my street clothes and into my robe, stopping to look at myself for reassurance in the full-length mirror in the corner. My dark hair framed my porcelain-skinned face artvin escort with its big blue eyes, pert nose, full lips. Sweeping forward over my clavicle, my hair ended mid-chest, the ends tickling my pale nipples. My full chest gave way to my soft, yet trim, belly, marked with the sunken hole of my belly button. My generous hips flared out from my mid-section. This was the part of my body I was most self-conscious about. A legacy of both friends and boyfriends had assured me, over my objections, that they would not call me ‘pear -shaped.’ “You’re much too top-heavy to be pear-shaped,” one well-meaning boyfriend told me. I took it as well as if he’d said “No, you’re not too fat—you’re just the right amount of fat.” By my knees I thinned out a bit. I didn’t have chicken legs, though, I have very shapely calves. In contrast with my wide hips, I was proud of my calves, down into my ankles. I think of my feet as non-descript, and as such, I will not describe them. No one has ever told me my feet are ugly, nor have I been specifically sought out by foot-fetishists. I’m right there in the comfortable intra-quartile, as far as my feet are concerned.

Satisfied with my assessment, I took my blue terrycloth robe out of my yellow Piggly Wiggly cloth grocery bag and put it on, placing my clothes in the bag before tying the robe shut with a flourish. There’s something special and a bit majestic about wearing a robe in public. I felt like royalty, or at least like a patron in a European spa, taking the waters for my health. I looked into the mirror one last time and sighed. “Let’s do this.”

While I was in the back room changing, I could hear the main door opening and closing, signaling the arrival of a steady stream of artists. That assumption was confirmed when I entered the gallery room that doubled as the drawing studio. A circle of fifteen yellow stacking chairs signalled that the room was at capacity. Some nights, like during summer months when the university wasn’t in session, we only managed a half-circle or a horseshoe, and we used a black backdrop with lights at the corners. At full capacity, though, we couldn’t afford the luxury of using a wall as a backstop—the model was drawn from every angle. Some artists like to move around from pose to pose, getting different perspectives. Other artists, usually ones that set up an easel, stayed put for the entire two hours, only moving during the ten minute break mid-session.

“First time?” I was startled to find John standing just behind my right shoulder, a head taller than me. “I’ve seen you drawing before, but I didn’t know you were a model, too.”

I was relieved that he didn’t bring up my incessant staring. “Uh, yeah. Long-time artist, first-time model.”

“That’s good, though,” he said, looking over at me. “I wish I could draw. I’ll bet it gives you a better idea of how to pose, how to make it … interesting … for the artists.”

“I suppose so.”

I was rescued from having to come up with something else to say by Mary calling the group to attention. “Tonight, we have something special. We have two models, John and April, who will be working together.” I gave an awkward little wave and so did John as we shuffled to the middle of the circle.

At a nod from Mary, John and I turned away from each other to disrobe. Out of courtesy, the artists all pretended to be busy sharpening pencils, straightening their easel, etc., utterly disinterested in anything that could be seen as a strip tease. It was like they blinked and we were there, naked—not even people, but objets d’art, devoid of context.

Each drawing session began with a warm-up—more for the artists than the model—consisting of a series of five to ten one-minute standing poses. Because this had never been done with two models, John and I had no template to work from. We largely ignored each other, staying back-to-back, playing to different halves of the circle. I nearly forgot he was there until the switch between the sixth and seventh pose, when I stepped back into him, bumping his thigh with my hip. I jumped forward a bit and mumbled an apology over my shoulder. But now I was very aware of his presence. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and felt like I could use that sensation to gauge my distance without looking over to the naked man next to me. It was also clear that we couldn’t ignore each other forever. For one thing, when the one-minute poses were over, we had to strike ever-longer poses—five, ten, fifteen, even twenty-minute poses. For those we had to relax, find comfortable positions, and certainly couldn’t contain this ruse that the other model did not exist.

I’d drawn enough models to know right away whether a pose could be held for the allotted time or not. I could just glance at someone and I’d think—”two minutes in, her leg is going to be screaming” or “there’s no way he can hold that for ten minutes.” When Mary called for the shift to a five-minute pose, I knew I should still try to stay standing while I could, but also should at least acknowledge John’s presence next to me.

I turned bodrum escort toward John and he did the same toward me. I struck a defiant pose, legs slightly spread, hands on my hips, chin high. “You look pretty intimidating,” John laughed, and moved his right foot back, and lifted his arms up, as if shielding his face from my power. This made me laugh, too, and it took me a while to steady myself as the five minutes started.

The difference between one minute and five minutes when you’re just standing still is vast. I tried not to look at John, because as soon as I did, I felt the tremble of an oncoming laugh. He has overextended himself with the exaggerated arm posture, and he knew it, too. A few minutes in, I saw his arms begin to tremble as he struggled to hold them locked in the air. I was proud of my choice of pose, arms akimbo—a very stable human structure. I was proud, but also felt relaxed—not only because of the easy position, but also because John was putting me at ease with his time-frozen clowning. It was very endearing that he’d struck a pose to make me laugh, and then held the position, despite the difficulty, as if he was doing this for me, as a tribute.

When Mary called “time,” John immediately dropped his arms to his sides and shook them out. I laughed, finally, and smiled at him, then realized the absurdity of our courtship. Here I was, naked, standing in front of a naked stranger, in the middle of a circle of clothed voyeurs. And I was comfortable with that.

John and I spent a moment shaking out our limbs—swinging arms and making little kicks with our legs, like we were half-heartedly kicking a soccer ball back and forth.

“Next pose, please! Ten minutes.”

Sometimes the artists had special requests, but usually they were happy to stay silent and draw whatever challenge the model presented. It was up to us—and although I had never modeled on my own to have a baseline for measurement, it seemed like it would be much more difficult to spontaneously come up with a pose involving the two of us. I was feeling playful, though, so I hopped behind John, put my hands on his waist, just above his hips, and peeked out over his shoulder, which my eyes just barely cleared. I was self-consciously hiding my body from view, but I had daringly made contact—skin-to-skin contact—with John.

We suppressed our giggles and settled into the pose, my hands dampening with sweat on his sides and my breath warming his left shoulder. My breasts were pressed against his mid-back, my nipples hardening enough that he must have been able to feel their distinctive poke. I had not thought about the effect that a naked woman grabbing him from behind on John. It’s a bit easier for a woman to hide her excitement, so I hadn’t considered his anatomical differences. I had five minutes, though, to meditate on this fact. I wished I were a little bit taller, to look down over his shoulder and across his chest. While I couldn’t see the effect I was having on his penis, I could gauge his breathing—deep, meditative. He must have been trying to distract himself, to think of something else, or nothing—anything but the woman standing behind him with her dainty, lily hands contrasted on his dark hips.

When Mary called time, there was no levity. John took a step forward, but did not turn around to face me as I shook out my limbs.

“Next pose, please!”

Before I could engage, John whirled around, moving deftly behind me, copying my pose, but instead of placing his hands on my hips, his right hand he laid higher, on my ribs, his fingertips brushing the slide of my breast. His left hand encircled my upper arm, moving my hand back behind me to rest on his left leg. I had started this escalation, and I was in no position to object.

“Ten minutes!” Mary called, freezing us into place.

There was no clock in the gallery, and thus no way to gauge how much time had passed. At first I tried to focus on the paintings on the gallery wall beyond the artists who were in my line of sight. There was a rather good oil painting of a forest—maybe a bit derivative of Klimt’s beech forest, but still something to be proud of for whichever amateur painted it. To the left of that was a drawing of a horse whose head was just slightly too small for its body.

Soon, though, I had exhausted my analysis of the relative talents and abilities of the artists whose work was on display and my mind drifted to the sensations I could feel at the points of contact between my body and the body of the man standing behind me, holding me as if a shield against the possibility that at artist might draw him with a head slightly too small for his body.

I could feel the power of his right hand just from the pressure of the heel against my ribs and his fingers making dimples in my sideboob. His left hand, on my upper left arm, was relaxed and gentle—the yin and the yang. His chest was just touching my upper back. I wondered how far back I could push into him without moving so much that I spoiled the pose. His lower body, I could tell through my left hand on his thigh, was angled slightly away from me. It seemed like I probably could lean back into him and he could support me. I have his thigh a little squeeze and tilted slightly at the waist. He leaned into me like a buttress, countering my lean. I arched my back, pushing my buttocks out just enough to make contact with his upper thighs.

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My phone chimed, and I checked caller ID. It was Georges Marcineau, the recently crowned Sexiest Man Alive (at least according to one magazine).

“Georgie!” I gushed. I was smiling so hard my face was cramping.

“Hey there, baby girl!” he rumbled. Oh, that deep, delicious, resonant voice, just a hint of French-Canadian accent, causing a vibration way down in my…well, let’s call it my soul. That same voice had made me melt three weeks earlier, when he said “I love you” to me for the first time, just before a limo whisked him off to Van Nuys Airport, where a private jet waited to take him to a movie location in Africa. He’d been gone since then, and I was missing him terribly and hoping for some…

“Good news!” he said. “We wrap in two days, so I’ll be back in New York on Saturday!”

“Oh babe, I’m so happy!” I breathed a sigh of joyful relief. “Are you still coming to The Event?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. But only because you’ll be there.” Even though he wasn’t physically present, I blushed at the compliment.

“I can get there by 8:00,” he continued. “You want me to pick you up?”

“Nope, I’ll meet you there.”

“You sure? It’s on my way…”

“You’ll see me there, baby, and not before.”

“Hmmm…aren’t you the mysterious one,” he said. “Some kind of surprise?”

“Maybe.”

“Aha, knew it! So, what’s the surprise?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”

“I bet I can make you tell me.”

“If you were here, maybe…but you’re not,” I countered. He paused for a moment while the little boy in him desperately wanted to get an answer, but he decided to let it drop.

“Anyway, I’m wearing a pretty standard tux,” he said. “Will that match up okay with what you’re wearing?”

“Absolutely,” I replied, then waited him out, knowing he’d ask…

“What are you wearing?” he asked.

“Maybe that’s the surprise,” I answered, in my most seductive voice.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Naked dress.

Even if you’ve never heard the term, you can guess what it means. It’s a garment (just barely), worn by a woman (usually a beautiful celebrity) to a very public event (i.e., red carpet).

A naked dress is a classic example of the concept of “less is more.” The typical naked dress is usually some combination of sheer, short, slit, plunging, backless, cut out, lacy, diaphanous, sparkly and/or flesh toned. It’s designed to show the wearer in all her glory, baring legs, arms, shoulders, back, tummy, and even significant portions of her breasts. Quite likely you’ll be able to see right through it and get a very enticing view of her lingerie (if any), tattoos, buttocks, nipples, or all the above.

Get the picture?

The naked dress is designed to push the envelope of fashion, and some might argue it often ends up pushing the envelope of decency. My outfit, what little there was of it, was designed to push the envelope of naked dresses.

After ending the call with Georges, I immediately called Tiffany, my stylist. My brilliant, amazing, wonderful stylist, whose goal in life was to turn me into a fashion icon. And she was getting it done.

“What’s up, beautiful?” her cheerful voice asked. My answer was two words:

“It’s on.”

Tiffany squealed in delight. Twenty minutes later, I stepped into a limo in front of my hotel. Tiffany was already in the car, and she gave me a rib-shattering hug.

A short drive later, Tiffany was ushering me into the modest studio of an up-until-now obscure designer who went by the name Shazari. I’d never heard the name until a few days earlier, when Tiffany had recommended her to create my dress for The Event. But that was Tiffany’s superpower: plucking a talented unknown fashion designer out of obscurity and offering her the Big Break She Needed: dressing one of Hollywood’s rising young stars, Sonya Shane (me), for a Major Event. She’d pulled it off three times already, in spectacular style. I was crashing all the “best-dressed” lists and emerging as a major fashion force.

Tiff introduced me to Shazari, who wore tight black sweats over her tiny, almost emaciated frame. Her hair was a barely-there crewcut, and her small face was almost swallowed up by an oversized nose. She wore enormous round glasses which dramatically magnified her dark eyes. She seemed intense, dour, and extremely nervous. I gave her a big hug which at first seemed to make her even more nervous, but then I complimented her work (Tiff had shown me her portfolio), and she managed something that vaguely resembled a smile.

But she still wasn’t much for small talk, so the conversation died awkwardly before it really got started.

“Well, let’s do this,” said Tiffany, and with that, I started to strip. (Don’t look so shocked, it was a dress fitting, for God’s sake.)

“Bra too?” I asked, once I was down to my undies.

“Bra too, babe,” said Tiff. I snapped the strap, peeled off the lacy black bra, and bared two of Hollywood’s most highly acclaimed breasts. I stood before my stylist afyon escort and my designer in nothing but a brief thong that matched the discarded bra.

I turned to face a large mirror that filled most of the back wall of Shazari’s studio. I didn’t feel particularly shy about being naked in front of professionals, but there’s always that tiny bit of self-consciousness, so yes, I checked myself out in the mirror. Standing before me was a tall, dark-haired woman with surprisingly pale blue eyes.

And that woman (me) was, according to various recent movie reviews and magazine articles, “exquisite,” “statuesque,” “stunning,” “a classic Hollywood beauty,” and “rumored to be dating Georges Marcineau, the Sexiest Man Alive.” I was also in the best physical shape of my life, having recently played the very physical title role in “Queen of the Vikings,” a box office smash (and critical dud) that included many barely dressed scenes of violent sword fighting and passionate lovemaking between me and various muscular blonde men.

One of the movie reviewers had written, “The only redeeming feature of ‘Queen of the Vikings’ is Sonya Shane barely dressed in chain mail,” which became the inspiration for The Dress…

Oh yeah, The Dress…

I’d seen a rough sketch of it, but now I’d finally get to see (and wear) the real thing for the first time.

Statuesque? I felt like the Statue of Liberty when Shazari hauled a little step ladder over next to me and started to climb. Well, it made sense, she was probably a shade under five feet tall in her sensible flats, and I was right at six feet in medium heels.

Shazari had something draped over one arm that looked like a metallic fishnet scarf. At first, I thought it was a measuring device, but I suddenly realized it was…

…The Dress…

Two steps up the ladder and she was still barely on my level. She told me to raise my arms, and she still had to go up to the top step (the one that the warnings on the ladder tell you NOT to stand on) to reach me. She stretched…I felt metal rings touching my hands, sliding down my long arms, caressing my nude body…and then I was wearing it, and I looked in the mirror…

“Oh my god,” I whispered, so I wasn’t QUITE speechless.

“Oh, dear lord,” breathed Tiffany. “You are going to burn down the Internet.”

How would I describe it? A dress made of holes, maybe. The ratio of bare skin to dress must have approached 100:1. The Dress consisted entirely of rings, which were made of a shiny, lightweight metal whose color was halfway between black and silver. Each ring hole was roughly two inches in diameter, and the metal portion was thinly gauged. Yes, it was reminiscent of chain mail, but the holes were so big and the chain so delicate that it wouldn’t have done much to protect me from medieval weaponry.

It had a halter neck, leaving my arms, shoulders and upper back completely bare. It hugged my waist and hips, which held the whole thing together and kept it in place. The skirt was short, not even falling to mid-thigh, highlighting my long, toned legs, somewhere near the midpoint between loose and tight, so I knew it wouldn’t be difficult to walk in. With the large holes in the rings, it was obvious I was wearing a thong. It was obvious what color the thong was. Hell, if your eyes where sharp enough, it would be obvious what brand the thong was. And as for my breasts…

…WOW…

My breasts were arguably my most notable feature. They had not (yet) been publicly exposed; my movie roles had shown me in all sorts of sexy garments, even skimpy lingerie, but I had avoided nude or topless scenes.

And of course, my red carpet looks, so carefully plotted by Tiffany, had done their best to remind the world that Sonya Shane Has Amazing Tits. Deep cleavage, plenty of side boob and even under boob, and material thin and sheer enough to HINT at my dark, erect nipples…but always within at least shouting distance of tasteful and classy.

Shazari’s dress was a whole new world for me. The neckline itself was modestly scooped, only revealing the very beginning of the upper slopes of my boobs. From beneath, though, the large rings gave way seamlessly but quickly to smaller rings at the lower slopes, then faded from chainmail to something more like wire mesh just before reaching my nipples. My nipples…my large, dark, thick, prominent, sharply defined nipples…

Yes, technically they were covered by thin metallic mesh, but the reality was you could see them. Clearly. I suppose two people could have an intelligent debate about whether they were seeing my breasts and nipples covered (just barely) by thin, sheer material with a lot of tiny holes…or just seeing my breasts and nipples.

My pretty titties are 100% natural but quite firm. Still, everyone needs a little support now and then. The Dress gave me just a hint of lift, making me look spectacular, but still allowing a bit of sway and jiggle that looked dangerously erotic.

And aydın escort my god, it felt incredible. It hugged, it touched, it caressed me like an intimate lover. The look and feel of it triggered my arousal. My first breath caught in my throat.

The fit was amazing. Shazari, working from photos and measurements sent by Tiffany, had absolutely nailed the fit, on the first try, without ever seeing me in person.

Well, at least I thought so. Shazari scowled, growled, and shook her head. “Way too loose,” she grumbled. She grabbed a tool that looked like a screwdriver filed down to a sharp point, like a shiv (I was in a prison movie once, I know about shivs). She advanced on me with it, and for an instant it looked like she was going to stab me. But then she hooked a finger around a ring on my waist, touched the shiv to a spot on the ring, twisted, and the ring popped open.

What the hell. What was this, some kind of futuristic nanotechnology? Apparently, the rings weren’t solid, but opened and closed with tiny invisible locking mechanisms. She popped off a few more of the rings, and I was suddenly thinking about the danger of a wardrobe malfunction. I pictured the bottom half of the dress coming off, leaving me on the red carpet in nothing but panties and a chain mail crop top.

“Those won’t open when I…”

“No. Not without the tool.” She sounded so dead certain that my fears vanished instantly.

Then she was picking up some new rings from a little bin on the table and snapping them into place. I worried that this could take a while, that she could be trial-and-erroring all day, but just like that she finished. The new rings must have been slightly smaller and stiffer. The Dress was now tighter and firmer around my waist, really making my curves stand out, and feeling a little bit like an armored corset.

The visual impact was significant. The Dress went from fitting me well to fitting me perfectly. Eyeballing myself in the mirror, I was certain I’d never looked sexier. Maybe NO ONE had ever looked sexier.

I glanced at Shazari in the mirror. She had a look of triumph on her face. This odd, tiny, androgynous creature was a freaking genius, and she had created the masterpiece of a lifetime. Nothing could take this moment from her. Well, except maybe if I didn’t like the dress.

“Is it…too much?” asked Tiffany. Her voice was shaky, and angst filled. Glancing at her face in the mirror, I saw fear. Fear that she may have gone too far, crossed the line of decency, broken the powerful trust she’d forged with me.

And what was causing that fear? I looked at my own face in the mirror and saw…stunned bewilderment. My jaw was hanging open, but my upper lip was curved and twisted. My eyes were wide open, but one eyelid was somehow arched higher than the other. My head was tilted sharply to one side. I was still feeling shocked and awed by the dress, and I looked…

I looked…stupid.

So of course, it was impossible for her to know what I was thinking. In this fragile moment, Tiff was fearing the worst.

“Too much?” she repeated.

“Way too much,” I said. Tiffany’s face displayed her rising anxiety. Shazari’s look of triumph was gone, replaced by one of horror.

“You’re not gonna wear it?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I replied. Then I let out a loud whoop and did a spin in my heels. “OF COURSE, I’M GONNA WEAR IT!”

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Well, that wasn’t quite the end of the fitting session. There were a couple of accessorizing issues, like…

“Nipple covers?” I asked.

“You mean PASTIES?” asked Tiffany in horror. “Girl, please…”

“I guess you could wear them,” said a frowning Shazari, in a tone suggesting she wanted to end her sentence with “if you’re an idiot.”

“Free the nipples,” said Tiffany. “You’re a big star now, time for the titties to have a coming out party.” My tummy fluttered with nervous butterflies at the thought of being so exposed, but…yeah, I wanted to do it.

Which left only the question of…

“What about the panties?” asked Tiffany, gesturing at the black thong I was wearing. “Obviously, that won’t do.”

“No, not this,” I agreed, because obviously it was way too small.

“No, not that,” agreed Shazari. “It’s way too big.”

Huh?

“You wear this with it,” Shazari said, handing me a very, VERY tiny scrap of sheer black material.

Gulp.

Well, I guess I needed to try it on. So, I reached up under the dress and slid my thong down my legs…

“Oh…my…” said Shazari.

“Um,” said Tiffany. “Might need a trim there…”

And then I pulled the tiny G-string up my thighs and into place. It ALMOST covered my bush. A quarter inch, possibly a half-inch, of curly hedgerow peeking over the top of the panties. But the panties were black, and my hair is very dark, so you couldn’t really see it…could you? I tried pulling it up a little higher, to cover more bush, but then the tiny ağrı escort gusset just slid up into my pussy. No, that was definitely worse.

“You can’t really see it,” said Shazari, “but I’ll adjust the G-string so it gives you a little more coverage.”

“Or you could just shave the beard, Cavewoman,” said Tiffany.

But I didn’t want to shave it off because…

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

I had started growing it out right before we began shooting “Queen of the Vikings.” I was studying the script and doing these horrific workouts to build muscle and I was trying to get into character as this badass Viking warrior goddess. Prissying around with my pubes just didn’t seem like something a badass Viking warrior goddess would be doing.

And afterward…I felt that shooting the movie had been an incredible experience. Demanding, physical, empowering…I loved the headspace I’d been in, and I decided to stay there by keeping up the beastly workouts even after we wrapped. And physically, I just loved how my body looked and felt. The bush felt like part of the package, so I never got around to shaving it off.

Flash-forward a couple of months to Premiere of “Queen of the Vikings.” I was still looking badass and feeling badass, but Tiffany had put me in this dress I thought was a little bit cutesy for a Viking queen (kind of a Little Black Dress variation with some pink highlights), but I trusted her because she’d just hit two massive home runs for me in the outfits she selected for me at the Oscars and the VMAs, and of course she turned out to be massively right (again) with the cutesy dress, and…okay, I’m digressing.

Anyway, at the Premiere after-party, there was Georges Marcineau, reigning Sexiest Man Alive. He hadn’t been in the movie, but he’d shown up for the Premiere because he was friends with Henri LeConte, the director. I hadn’t met Georges before, so Henri introduced us, and I was absolutely mesmerized by the guy. Tall, really tall, like six-foot-five; narrow hips, massive shoulders, and chest; a jaw you could smash beer bottles on; dark hair, obsidian eyes, kissable lips, brilliant smile, easy laugh, this little smirk that told you he wasn’t taking any of this too seriously…he was simply irresistible.

Apparently, he was into me too, because his eyes locked onto mine and never left me for the rest of the evening. We talked and laughed and flirted and stared into each other’s eyes, and everyone else was giving us plenty of space to make the magic happen.

When he asked me to go back to his room (in the same hotel as the after party), it was an easy yes. When the door closed and we were finally alone, we kissed, groped, started to undress each other…

…and then I remembered that I still had that thick, luxurious beaver pelt…

…and he was just staring at it, and I found myself trying to apologize and explain, and I was about ready to ask him to give me ten minutes in the bathroom and let me borrow his razor…

…when he scooped me up, threw me on the bed, and put my legs over his shoulders and buried his gorgeous face in my muff and went down on me like I’d never been gone down on in my life. And when he finally came up for air, half an hour later, I’d lost track of how many orgasms he’d given me.

Even after all THAT, for some reason I still felt shy about it and told him I was planning to shave it all off. And he said that if I did, he’d die of a broken heart.

I didn’t want that on my conscience.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Yeah, adjust the panties,” I told Shazari.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

And then came the night of The Event. There were five of us in the limo (not counting the driver), but I was the only one who would be getting out, in front of a crowd, in my smoking hot little naked dress. Fuck yeah, I was nervous.

Tiffany was there, of course, along with a hair stylist and makeup artist. The fifth was Monica, my assistant, who was on the phone with Event Security, coordinating my arrival. There were three cars in front of us…then one drove off, and we were now third in line.

Tiffany and her team were chattering and fussing over me and driving me insane, so I made a hissing noise, and they went silent backed away. I immediately felt guilty when I saw the hurt looks on their faces. I was the product, but we were a team, and they were doing their best. I apologized, they smiled, and the vibe was back to positive.

One car in front of us now, and they were taking their sweet-ass time…

“Yeah, just Sonya,” murmured Monica into her phone. “Okay, yeah, we’re ready.” The car in front of us drove off, and our car rolled forward into the drop-off zone.

“Ready?” asked Monica, looking at me.

“Ready.” I glanced at Tiffany, who had tears in her eyes, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from bawling right along with her.

“My god,” she said. “You look so fucking beautiful right now.” I wanted to hug her so bad…no, we weren’t lovers or anything like that, simply good friends, but we were both huggers, and I felt scared, alone, and naked, and I really wanted to feel the comfort of her body.

But we didn’t dare. Everything was perfect; we couldn’t risk a makeup smudge or a couple of hairs out of place at this point. Instead, I just scooted carefully over to the door and waited.

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Author’s Note: This is part of a series following Casey and Alex as they explore their exhibitionist and voyeur kinks, along with many others, in the sex club Haven. They don’t have to be read in order to make sense, they are more like vignettes.

***

“And did you see the size of his cock Alex? Its like he was fucking her with a baseball bat!” Casey said, still aroused from her first experience as a voyeur just down the hall from the bar they were now seated in. They sat in a booth, Alex with a strong rum and coke and Casey with a lager.

“Of course I saw it, it was impossible to miss! And it looked like he was literally fucking that woman’s brains out. I don’t think she would have known her name if you asked her!” Alex responded, his arousal equal to his wife’s. Their first night in Haven was certainly off to a sexy start. The couple was supposed to be simmering down but they couldn’t stop discussing the animalistic sex they had just witnessed. In fact their arousal was at an all time high. Alex could see Casey’s stiff nipples trying to push out of her lacy top which mirrored his cock in his briefs. He was certain that Casey was sitting in a puddle of her own wetness.

Just then Casey spotted movement by the entrance. “Oh fuck!” Casey whispered “It’s them!” The source of their arousal had just walked in and were ordering drinks at the bar. From the way they were joking with the bartender it was clear that, unlike Casey and Alex, this was not their first night at Haven. They got their drinks and turned to look for a seat. Casey noticed that they each had two drinks in their hands. The man raised one of his glasses at them as if to wave and started to walk in their direction. “They’re walking over here!” Casey whispered in a small panic, taking a big gulp of her beer.

“Mind if we join you?” The woman asked as they approached the table. Alex looked at Casey and shrugged, he couldn’t think of a good reason why not to invite the couple to join them. “Not at all, here” Alex responded with a smile and scooched over to make room. Casey did the same on the opposite bench. The man sat beside Alex and the woman beside Casey.

“We bought you guys another round, hope that’s okay.” The woman said with a smile as she passed her two drinks down the table. “I’m Debra and this is my husband Phil.” Casey and Alex introduced themselves as well.

Soon the couples had shared a fair amount of info about themselves and everyone was feeling comfortable. Debra was a professor at the local college and Phil formerly worked in admissions at the same college, which is how they met. Phil quit admissions after seeing so many students pushed into career paths that didn’t fit them. “Not everyone has to go to college, but kids don’t hear that when they are in school. That’s why I became a carpentry teacher at the local high school, to help kids figure out what’s best for them.”

The topic turned to Haven. “So what led you guys to Haven? I know you’re at least into watching couples.” Phil asked with a wink and a smile.

Alex laughed “Well for tonight I think we were going to try having sex with an audience. Keep things simple for our first night out.”

“But we’re into a little bit of everything, so I expect us to have lots of fun in the future.” Casey added with a devious smile.

Phil laughed and looked at his wife. “You guys sound like a younger version of us! That’s smart though, you don’t need to overdo things. There’s plenty of time to explore. Deb and I have been here for a few months now and it feels like we’ve just scratched the surface of our list!” Phil continued “But if you want an audience, we’d be happy to watch! We have that room rented out for the next hour.”

Debra sensed the hesitation in the young couple. “No pressure, you can say no. We were nervous on our first time so we just wanted to offer.”

Casey and Alex looked at each other and agreed. The couples discussed some ground rules, finished their drinks, and set off for the room.

…

Debra was the last one in and closed the door behind her. Casey and Alex crawled onto the bed together while Phil found a place on the couch. Debra joined him, kissed him deeply, then they both turned their attention to Casey and Alex. It was immediately clear that the young couple was still nervous. Thankfully Debra spoke up “Don’t worry, that’s to be expected on your first night. Would you like us to help you?”

Casey nodded “Yes, please. I’ve never been naked in front of strangers before.”

Debra laughed “Not many people have!”

“Okay, let’s get started nice and slowly. Alex, why don’t you start by kissing your beautiful wife?” Alex turned and looked Casey in the eye, they both smiled. Alex pushed her back onto the bed so that she was laying flat on her back. Then he positioned himself parallel to her and dropped close to her for a deep, passionate kiss. Quickly adana escort arousal overtook their nerves and they began making out. After a few minutes Debra spoke up again “Good, when you’re ready Alex take off Casey’s top and show us her gorgeous tits. Then suck on her nipples.” Alex broke from the kiss after a few moments and followed Debra’s instructions. He unclasped the lace bra, freeing his wife’s breasts for their new friends to see. Casey felt a jolt of excitement in her clit, she was topless in front of strangers. Her nipples hardened but she couldn’t tell if it was from arousal, the cool air, or in some sort of erotic pavlovian response knowing her husband was about to suckle on them. She didn’t have time to parse it out before Alex latched onto her left nipple with his mouth. Casey let out an accidental moan. “Oooooh she likes that” Debra cooed.

Alex was being thorough, spending several moments on her breast. Casey moaned a few more times, she loved having her nipples sucked. As Alex switched to her right breast she looked over at the couple on the couch. Even from across the room she could tell that Phil’s massive cock was erect in his pants. Her eyes must have lingered because Debra started rubbing it. “Now you have my husband all worked up. And from what I can see, your husband is too. I think they would like having their cocks touched, don’t you agree?” Casey nodded and reached her hand to Alex’s crotch. His cock was rock hard, as it always was when he suckled from her. She began massaging it through his pants as well. Alex groaned as he pulled Casey’s right nipple into his mouth and began sucking. Casey’s pussy spasmed at the feeling. She continued touching Alex’s cock, subconsciously mirroring Debra’s motions on Phil’s. Debra slid her free hand to her panties and began rubbing herself, now masturbating them both to the sight of Casey dry nursing Alex. Her arousal was in full swing now, she could feel her pussy getting wetter, more relaxed. It was ready for a cock.

“Baby I need you to fuck me” She interrupted Alex’s suckling with a husky voice filled with need. “Please, baby, please use my pussy.” Alex had learned when to tease his wife and when to listen. He could hear the desperate arousal in Casey’s voice; a perfect time to tease her. Alex sat up on the bed and once again pushed Casey onto her back. The anxiety of being naked in front of others was entirely displaced with their horniness. Alex removed Casey’s panties which were soaked through and his own pants and underwear as well. Casey’s pussy looked so inviting, glistening with her precum.

Alex couldn’t help himself as he lowered his face to her slit and began licking her delicious juices. He made a few passes with his tongue, each started just above her asshole and glided up over her clit which was protruding ever so slightly. Casey moaned with each spasm of her clit, her need for a cock grew by the second. She felt Alex’s tongue invade her pussy, pushing a few inches inside before retracting. He repeated this several times, fucking her with his tongue. Casey could feel an orgasm building, she couldn’t take much more teasing. Her clit felt like it was on a hair trigger, ready to cum at any second. Alex could tell Casey was close too. He stopped working her pussy and pulled her up onto her hands and knees then positioned himself behind her.

Casey saw that the couple on the couch had shed their clothing and were now openly masturbating to her and Alex. Debra’s tits were on display as she fingered herself and Phil had his massive cock in hand. He was stroking it slowly as he stared intently at her. Casey didn’t have long to appreciate the scene as Alex pushed her upper body to the bed. Casey felt Alex move and braced herself for his cock. Instead she felt his tongue on her asshole. Casey let out a loud surprised moan “Oh Gooooooood”. She loved having her ass eaten but it felt so slutty and dirty. Alex knew her feelings about it well, it was her slutty guilty pleasure. Now he was going to make her cum publicly with it. He swirled his tongue clockwise around her tight hole, collecting all of the wetness that dripped down from her pussy. She felt her asshole relax with every circle of his warm tongue.

Alex inserted two fingers into her pussy as he continued to rim her. He used his two fingers to rub her g-spot while his thumb curled under her to stimulate her clit in one fluid motion. Casey could feel herself on the brink of orgasm, she was moaning through her embarrassment. She was beginning to accept that her first public orgasm would be from having her ass eaten like some slut. Alex was licking her hole up and down now, slowly and matching the pace of his fingers. Each pass she felt her asshole relax just a little more, permitting his tongue to drive just a little deeper each time. Eventually he abandoned the vertical motion and switched ankara escort to simply driving his down in and out of her. Casey looked up and saw Phil and Debra masturbating to her getting her asshole fucked by her husband’s tongue. She was overwhelmed by the filthiness of it all.

“Oh Goddd… I’m sorry…. I’m not… fuck… I’m not usually… fuck… so dirty… it’s just… huuuuuuh… so fucking good! Huuuuuuh…” As she finished her attempt to downplay her sluttiness Alex jammed what felt like his entire tongue into her asshole. Casey’s eyes rolled back into her head and her body shuddered with an intense orgasm. She heard Phil whisper “Oh fuck” as she convulsed confirming he was still stroking his cock to her. Her orgasm subsided but before she could comment on the situation she felt Alex’s cock at the entrance to her pussy. She tried to get back onto her hands but Alex shoved her back down onto the bed. Clearly he had overcome his nerves as well and now desperately needed to fuck her. Without giving her any time to protest Alex shoved his thick cock into Casey’s drenched pussy. Casey let out a satisfied groan as she took the entire shaft inside of her, finally her pussy was being stretched like it needed to be. Alex gave Casey a few moments to enjoy the sensation of being filled with a cock that he knew she enjoyed so much.

Debra spokeup after the pause “God you two are hot. Now fuck her like she needs Alex.” Spurred by Debra’s words, Alex began pumping his cock in and out of Casey with a good amount of force. Casey was back to moaning as he slammed into her. It was Alex’s turn to look over at the couple watching them. Debra had seemingly been inspired by what she saw because she had climbed onto Phil’s lap and was grinding on his cock as they both watched him pound his wife. Debra had one hand on her clit and the other played with Phil’s balls under her. Alex’s cock pulled his attention back to his wife, it had been edged all night and was finally ready to erupt. He grabbed Casey’s hips and fucked her harder. It only took a few more strokes before he was shooting ropes of cum into her, painting the walls of her pussy with his sperm. Casey moaned at the sudden sensation of warmth filling her. She’d just been creampied in front of an audience. Alex withdrew his cock from Casey’s sloppy hole. Some cum dribbled out as he did. Casey stretched her legs and laid prone on the bed. Debra and Phil continued to fuck, giving Alex a moment to check in with Casey

“How do you feel baby?” Alex asked her as he knelt beside her.

“So goooood. That was really hot. I can’t believe you ate my ass in front of people.” She responded.

Alex smiled and shrugged “I thought it would be a fun first impression. I can’t believe how hard you got off on it. Should we get dressed?”

Casey glanced over at Phil and Debra and decided to press her luck. “We cooooould, but I really could use another cock baby. I’m still horny” Casey faked a frown.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist!” Alex thought for a moment. “Alright, it’s okay with me. I’m still a little turned on too and I want to see you take Phil’s monster cock. Besides, I guess it’s not really fair to call them strangers at this point.”

They both confirmed that it was okay with each other once more and then Alex stood up. “Hey Debra, would you mind if my wife borrowed your husband’s cock?”

Debra stopped bouncing on Phil’s cock and smiled. “As long as it’s okay with you guys!”

Phil lifted Debra from his cock and stood up. He did another round of checks with both Alex and Casey before getting on the bed. Alex took a seat on the couch beside Debra.

“You are going to enjoy this dear.” They watched as Phil got into plank position over Casey and pointed his cock at her cum covered pussy. “And she is going to love it!”

Phil plunged his cock into Casey. “Holy… fuuuuuck…” Casey’s mouth opened as Phil’s cock sank into her, displacing her husband’s cum as it filled every possible inch of space. Cum overflowed on all sides of her pussy. Finally after what felt like minutes she felt Phil’s hips hit her ass, signaling that she had taken the entirety of his manhood. It helped that she was pre-stretched by Alex but this was a new level of fullness. It would have been almost painful if it didn’t feel so incredibly good. Phil was nice enough to give her plenty of time to adjust to the length and girth of his cock, something he was surely used to doing. After a few moments Phil lifted his cock from Casey’s depths back to the entrance. Casey felt emptiness like she had never felt before. It didn’t last long as Phil buried his cock back into her, returning her to the feeling of overwhelming fullness.

Phil picked up his pace and found a moderate rhythm, fucking Casey prone into the mattress. “Oh my God… fuck!… so fucking huge…” Casey couldn’t help adıyaman escort but cry out as Phil fucked her. It was easily the biggest cock she’d ever taken and it was rubbing directly on her g-spot thanks to her position. “Yes fuck me… fuck me… youre gonna make me cum… please don’t stop!” Casey was practically yelling out as Phil rammed his cock into her. She couldn’t help but beg to be fucked. Phil pushed her harder into the bed and increased his pace. It was getting too much to handle, Casey needed to cum again. She looked up and saw Alex where Phil was previously seated. He was stroking his cock as he watched. Casey had been so focused on taking Phil’s cock that she had temporarily forgotten that she was being fucked by another man in front of her husband. She had another man’s cock in her pussy. And her husband was jerking off to it. She made eye contact with Alex which was enough to launch her into a powerful orgasm. “Oh fuuuuuuck baaaaby…. Huuuuuuuuuh… I’m cumming!” It felt like her entire body contacted, her pussy clamped around Phil’s cock like a vice desperate for his cum. She might have squirted, she didn’t have the capacity to tell as she moaned in bliss.

Phil again gave Casey a few moments to collect herself before taking action. This time he removed his cock from Casey and pulled her up to her knees gently. “We have a new audience!” Phil announced as he gestured to the window of the room where three people, a woman and two men, were watching. “Let’s give them a better view!” Phil said with a smile. He laid down on his back.”I want you to ride me reverse cowgirl.”

Casey did as Phil asked and swung her leg over him. She once again made eye contact with Alex, who was still masturbating, and impaled herself on Phil’s cock. She couldn’t have hidden the pleasure from her face if she tried. Her eyes rolled up a little bit as she took the entire thing. She heard Alex mutter “Jesus Christ.” as she bottomed out, sitting entirely on the cock below her. She ground her crotch back into Phil, driving the last little bit of his cock into her. He grunted in response.

“That’s it Casey, now lean back and put your arms beside my chest so they can see your pussy take my cock.” Casey again took Phil’s instructions. Groaning as every motion stretched her in a new way. Once she was in position she started working up the cock in and out of her. Alex was transfixed on her pussy, to him it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Her pubic hair was a little matted with his cum but otherwise the perfect length and well kept. Her clit was protruding ever so slightly, engorged with her arousal. Her lips were red and swollen from being pounded by both men tonight. No matter how many times he saw it though Alex couldn’t help but admire it. He had seen it hundreds, even thousands of times. But he had never seen it with another man’s cock in it. They’d fantasized about it and used toys to mimic it. But this was real. His wife was sitting in front of him with her pussy on display, taking a cock that was not his. He was stroking himself to the scene and was nearly ready to cum despite cumming just ten minutes before.

“Fuck, I want both holes filled” Casey interjected, lifting herself from Phil. “Alex baby, come lay on the bed. I need you in my ass.” The two men got into position. This time Casey lowered herself onto Alex’s cock, allowing it to burrow all of the way into her ass. Casey groaned as she slid down. “Fuck that’s good. Phil, fuck me hard!” Phil nodded and got between the couples legs and rubbed his cock on Casey’s clit a few times just to tease her before shoving his cock back in. With Alex’s cock in her ass she was nearly too tight for Phil’s cock. Alex moaned as Phil’s cock slid over top of his through his wife’s walls. Not only was the sensation incredible, it was exhilarating knowing his wife had two cocks in her. Phil started thrusting, coaxing all three of them to orgasm with his motion. Each of them were moaning at different points on his cocks path. Casey was unable to think about anything beyond the two cocks stuffing her greedy holes. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were once again rolled up slightly, not in orgasm this time, but pure, sustained, sexual bliss. Phil was ready to cum. He increased his pace, pushing Casey up and down her husband’s cock in the process.

“God I’m such a slut, fuck. Fuck me. Use my fuck holes” She cried out as an orgasm crashed over her. “Fuuuuuuck I’m cumming! Huuuuuuuh!” Casey quivered on the cocks, pushing them over the edge. Both men unleashed a torrent of cum into her, grunting in unison. Phil was the first to remove his cock, cum streamed out Casey’s pussy and down Alex’s shaft. After checking on the young couple he returned to his own wife who seemingly had an orgasm of her own while watching. Alex helped Casey off of his waning cock and got them some wipes and towels from the shelf.

The quad cleaned themselves up and tidied up what they could. Phil rejoined the young couple and offered to buy a round for the group before they left for the night. They filed out of the room and left for the bar. Alex and Casey would certainly have lots to discuss on their ride home tonight.

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Chapter 1

It was a grey Saturday morning, and as I crawled through the bland industrial mall looking for a unit number, my heart was recklessly pumping away. Why am I doing this? It would be smarter to just go home.

It would be smarter to just go home. But I knew there was no way I could do that. For some reason I couldn’t explain, I had to do this.

I pulled around the corner of one row of low buildings, and there was a car in front of me, proceeding slowly like I was. When it turned to pull into a parking spot, I saw the unit number I had been looking for and I also pulled in a couple spots down. There were only a handful of cars parked, clustered here even though the low building stretched on for several hundred yards, making for a desolate scene.

A well-dressed black guy, looking quite professional and fit in his early 40’s was getting out of the other car. Our eyes met for a second, then we both looked away from each other, even though we both headed to the same door. He got there first and rang the doorbell, and a few seconds later an attractive blonde in her 20’s let us both in.

We entered an abandoned-looking reception area. A tall brunette, not as pretty as the blonde but with big tits barely constrained by a t-shirt, was sitting behind a forlorn, beat-up long desk. She looked up at us. “Names?”

“Danny,” I said, my voice almost cracking.

“Will,” the black guy said. His voice sounded confident, even.

The brunette checked our names off against a list. She handed each of us a clipboard with a form on it. “There will be a full release to sign later, but just to get in the door, you have to consent to having images taken, and you have to surrender your wallet and phone to us so we can get your personal data.”

My gut clenched. I knew that they’d be taking a picture of my driver’s license and ID, but my phone as well? I could tell the guy beside me was thinking it over, too, and for some reason that spurred me on. I signed the form and handed the clipboard back.

“Your wallet, please.”

I took out my wallet and set it on the desk. Then the blonde lead me into a larger room beyond, the high, unfinished ceiling half-lost in darkened gloom above. Whatever business had formerly been resident here was gone, leaving few traces except some cast-off office furniture. Of that, sixteen chairs had been scavenged to form a semicircle facing a long wall. The only things out of place were a couple professional-looking photographers’ lights – the kind with reflective umbrellas directing the light – and a large digital camera on a tripod.

The chairs were almost half-filled, and the blonde guided me to sit in the next available seat. I sat beside a younger guy who was staring nervously at his phone screen. A few seconds later, the black guy joined me, taking the chair on my left. A minute or two later, a couple more guys entered the room and took up the next spots. It was close to our designated nine o’clock meeting time, and the remaining chairs filled up quickly. No one’s late, and no one bailed, I thought to myself. I wonder if they’re all as nervous as I am?

I looked over the group. Quite a few were staring off into space, a few others checking each other out. It was quite a mixed collection of men… a few college-aged, like the one beside me, one older guy probably in his sixties, the rest mostly in their thirties or forties. There were guys who looked like they worked in trades or physical labor and several professional types. Skinny guys and portly guys like me. And, like me, about half were sporting wedding rings. If you looked over this group, you wouldn’t guess what they had in common.

After about ten minutes, a buff and handsome dude, probably in his late 20’s, walked out in front of us. “You guys all know me,” he said, “although you’ve never seen me. I’m Master Steve.”

My pulse – which had never really calmed down since getting here – skipped a couple beats. That’s Master Steve? Holy shit! He’s so… hot.

“You all got in touch with me, through kik or my tumblr. You all wanted to know when I’d be passing through your shithole of a city. You all know why you’re here, but I’ll explain it anyway… I bet it’ll give you fags a hard-on to hear it from my mouth.”

As he spoke, the blonde who had let me in, as well as the tall brunette, were handing out clipboards to each of the seated guys. I took mine absently as Master Steve kept talking. My wallet was under the clip and I pulled it out, returning it to my pocket. Beneath that was a form, with my full name and address already inserted into the blanks.

“All of you fags have a deep desire to be exposed online. You want to be naked, showing your face and your cock. You want to strangers to look at your naked bodies. And maybe… you want people you know to accidentally find pictures of you like that online. But you’re weak-willed and chickenshit. You don’t have the guts to just take your own pictures çorum escort and post them. So you came here for help.”

“Some of you will not be worthy… half of you here today won’t be exposed online. The other half are going to have a full series of pictures posted on my tumblr. Those you of you who make it further will have more than your pictures posted. And one winner… one out of you sixteen fags, will be totally exposed online.”

“I know you faggots want it so badly. Just to make sure everything’s legit, you have a standard model release form there. You have to sign it to give me permission to use the pictures we’re taking today. There’s also some stuff there about giving me permission to use the other information we’re collecting today. Sign those right away so we can start, please.”

There was a pen on a string taped to the clipboard. My eyes passed over the text on the form, filling up both sides of the sheet. I flipped it over and signed at the bottom and added the date. I could hear the scratching of pens all around me, and in a moment, the assistants were collecting the clipboards and taking them back to the reception area.

“Now the fun can begin,” Master Steve said, with a grin on his face. “We’re going to start at this end and work our way along. You should know the drill from seeing guys who have played my other games. Remove one item of clothing per picture, and after that I get to pick two or three poses. There’ll be a tray for you to put your clothes in. Leave your tray under your seat. No one gets dressed until we’re done.” He looked at the dude in the first chair. “Okay faggot, you’re up.”

With some slight hesitancy, he got up and walked to the spot on the wall where the camera and lights were aimed. He looked like a typical soccer dad in his mid 30’s, someone who jogged a bit but had a little paunch from sitting behind a desk.

He stood in a neutral pose, looking at the camera, and a second later I heard the snap-click of the shutter. The stripping shots were done pretty efficiently – take off shoes and set them in the tray, snap. Pull off sweater, snap. Unbutton shirt and drop it on top of the other items, snap. Remove socks, snap. Undo belt, drop cargo pants and step out of them, snap. Now in just his boxers, he hesitated for a second, looking up at Master Steve behind the camera. He returned an impatient glare, but before he could say anything the guy overcame whatever internal hurdles he’d faced and dropped his boxers. The shutter snapped, capturing him in his nudity. Then Master Steve ordered him to turn around, and took a picture with the guy looking back over his shoulder. Then one bent over, looking back from between his legs.

The dude walked back to his chair, sliding his tray underneath it. before he could sit back down, the blonde stepped toward him and gestured for him to follow. The disappeared into a brightly-lit area behind a partition.

Meanwhile, Master Steve gestured for the next guy to stand up. It was the older guy I had noticed before, looking like a typical retired grandfather. he was quite skinny, but his body was in decent condition otherwise. And when he took off his briefs, it revealed a long but thin rock-hard cock.

As Master Steve took the final shots, there was a loud clackity-clackity-clack sound from the area beyond the partition that the first guy had gone to, causing everyone’s heads to turn. And then the older guy was done, returning to his seat as his place was taken by a well-built young jock. He had a mouth-watering ass and thick, uncut cock that I wanted to look at more closely, but I was distracted as the brunette stepped in front of me.

“Your phone, please.” I nodded, pulling it out of my pocket and entering my unlock code before handing it to her. She walked off with it as Master Steve was having the jock pose like a defensive lineman, crouched forward and leaning on one fist.

As he returned to his chair, the soccer dad, looking a little pale, returned with the blonde. She collected the grandfather and they went behind the partition. A guy in t-shirt and jeans who looked like a construction worker was starting to strip.

When he had finished and the college guy beside me went up, the brunette returned my phone, in turn collecting the one belonging to the black guy sitting on my other side.

And then the college guy was walking back. It was my turn.

Chapter 2

Suddenly, everything was a blur. Stepping into the glare of the spotlights was like stepping into another world. I could see the semicircle of seated dudes watching me, but I was only vaguely aware of them as hazy halos at the edge of my vision. Master Steve, behind the camera, was a more distinct presence, but still looked strange and far away – like a creature in a dream, where you know that someone or something is there but you never quite see their face or body.

Not wanting to get admonished for holding denizli escort up the process, I quickly tried to focus, pivoting to face the camera. I heard the click of its shutter.

As if I’d been conditioned from watching the guys before me, I kicked off my shoes without really thinking about it, and there was quickly another snap. I felt like gumby or another character in a stop-motion cartoon as I started undressing in quick, jerking bursts. I took off my socks, and then my jeans. And then my plaid collared shirt. And then my t-shirt, revealing my paunch.

And then the big one. I’d thought about this moment dozens of times over the past week since being accepted to come to this. This was the big reveal. I wondered if the other guys would laugh at me or whatever.

I pulled off my briefs, dropping them into the tray. And then I was nude in front of this group of men – nude, except for the metal chastity cage locked around my dick.

Snap. Oh – and nude on the internet as well, maybe. Holy shit. As always happened, I felt a jolt of adrenaline as bursts of arousal and fear surged through me as I realized this moment could be preserved online forever.

Master Steve hadn’t commented much as he’d been taking the pictures, but I saw him lean in and squint as he peered at my cage. I felt like I was about to start blushing. My cock twitched, and it would now be getting hard if that was a possibility.

“How long have you been locked up for?” he asked.

“Uh, almost two months,” I managed to stammer back.

He had me shift to a couple more poses that accentuated my cage, so there could be no doubt in the mind of anyone looking that my dick was locked away.

“Stay locked, faggot. Next!”

With my brain kind of melting, I made my way back to my chair, stowing my tray of clothes on the floor below it. I barely noticed the professional-looking black guy stripping, though a part of my mind was excited at his big, soft cock nestled in a thick nest of curly pubic hair.

Whatever the next part was, it was taking a little longer, so we were on the third guy after me by the time the blonde came to collect me. I followed her to the other side of the partition. There were more bright diffusion lights there, as well as an old carpet folded over itself like a mat on the floor. The blonde instructed me to lay down on my back.

There was another camera there on a much shorter tripod, and the blonde efficiently directed me though several poses focusing on my locked cock, butt and asshole. As I pulled my asscheeks apart to show my hole to her, I had a momentary feeling of astonishment that this was where my life had lead me, but I must confess I was totally turned on by exposing myself to her.

“Okay, time for your video,” she said, gesturing for me to stand up and move against the perpendicular wall. She moved behind a video camera on another tripod and pressed something. “I’m shooting now. Spin the wheel.”

Mounted to the wall was a carnival-style roulette wheel, with different instructions in the different brightly-colored spaces. “STICK THREE FINGERS UP YOUR ASSHOLE” was the only one I had time to read before I grabbed it and spun the wheel.

It moved more quickly and easily than I was expecting, and there was an extended burst of clackity-clackity-clack as the thin metal pointer flicked past the circle of pegs. The wheel slowed down, almost stopped at “JERK YOURSELF OFF”, but then made one final click onto “DRINK YOUR PISS”.

As that sunk in, the blonde gestured at a table off to the side. “There’s some clean glasses there,” she said. I stepped over and grabbed one, realizing that the camera had been tracking my reaction this whole time. I wondered what my expression looked like. This was actually something I’d done dozens of times (I’d even managed to drink other guys’ piss a few times as well) but it felt very different with the camera pointed at me. With the idea in my head that people I knew might be able to find me online doing this.

Once again I was glad that the chastity cage was preventing me from getting a hard-on, so I could hold the glass underneath it and start pissing right away. After sitting around this warehouse for quite awhile now, I had to piss more than I realized, and I quickly filled up the glass and had to cut off my flow.

With a ringing noise in my ear, I raised the glass to my lips and began drinking it down. It was a little strongly-flavored, but not disagreeably so, and it went down easy. When I was done, I realized I might as well finish off, so I filled the glass halfway again, and swallowed that as well.

“Wow,” the blonde said as she stepped out from behind the video camera. “That was hot! I hope we get to post that online.”

I could feel myself blushing again. “I kinda hope you don’t,” I muttered. “What would have happened if I’d landed on ‘JERK YOURSELF OFF?'”

She gave me a very mischievous look. düzce escort “Oh, I would have thought of something.” I wasn’t sure if I would have liked to have found out what it was. Well, maybe if there wasn’t a camera involved. Well, maybe if there was.

In another sort of blur I followed her back to my chair and sat as she collected the black guy who was after me. Master Steve was taking pictures as a South Asian guy, maybe 40-ish, was stripping. I looked along the arc of the chairs and saw there was only a handful of guys left to go. So, now all I could do was wait. I watched the last several guys stripping with less of a sense of distraction, thinking about how much I’d like to look at pretty much any of them naked online. I wondered which of them would make it onto Master Steve’s tumblr, and I wondered what it was that drove these other guys to be here.

When Master Steve finished shooting the last guy, the assistants were still busy at their work, the blonde on the secondary shoot and videos and the brunette harvesting the personal data from everyone’s phones. To pass the time, after he turned off the bright lamps he wheeled out a cart with a laptop and a projector on it. He connected something to the camera, and soon he was projecting a slideshow onto the blank wall we had been posing against.

Images of all of the guys stripping started flipping by. “All of these pictures, and the ones that Meagan took, all belong to me now. This is what you faggots wanted, isn’t it? You wanted a decisive, strong, real man to have control of them. You want me to do the thing you’re too pussy to do.”

Someone off to my left moaned a bit. Master Steve turned in that direction.

“Oh, you’re worried now, are you? Or is it that your dick is so hard you can’t stand it? Well, For half of you, these pictures will be seen by no-one ever. Is that what you want? Or is your faggot dick aching at the thought of these going online?”

I felt my stomach twisting, and I thought once more about which half I wanted to end up in.

Chapter 3

After a while, everyone was processed, and the final stage could begin. In the center of the semicircle of chairs, the blonde dragged out what looked like an old folding card table, with a slightly-ragged green-felt cloth top. Meanwhile, the brunette set up a large whiteboard with what looked like a tournament bracket on it.

There were sixteen names on it, filled in for the first round in the order we were sitting. I saw DANNY written in six names down, in the third pair with CHAD, who was presumably the college guy to my right. I looked over at him. He looked a little scared, like someone who had bitten off more than they could chew. I don’t look that nervous, do I? I don’t think I feel that nervous! But I did feel pretty nervous, mixed with the raw arousal that was keeping me on a weird, jagged emotional ledge.

Then it began, and I couldn’t believe how idiotically simple it was going to be. Two regular six-sided dice were set on the table. “You each get a roll,” Master Steve said, confirming my guess. “Highest roll is the winner and gets to go on to the next round. If you roll the same, then you each owe me one more picture before you roll again.”

And with that, he called the first two guys, the soccer dad and the grandfather, up to the table. Without ceremony they picked up the dice and rolled. Master Steve, standing between them like a referee, leaned in to read them, then straightened up and announced, “Four… and six! We have our first winner!” The grandfather smiled shyly, and the soccer dad looked more relieved than frustrated. The brunette duly wrote the winner’s name in the bracket’s second round.

Next up were the jock and the construction worker. This time, the jock looked mortified to win, and the other guy seemed distressed that his pictures wouldn’t be posted. I mean, he could just take his own pictures and submit them anywhere, I thought to myself. But no, it’s not that easy, I guess. He probably needs a push, just like I…

My train of thought was cut off as I realized it was my turn to go to the table. The college guy, still pale and nervous looking, stood across from me. I picked up my die, and he hesitated before doing the same. I shook mine in my palm and tossed it on the table. I looked up at the college guy, and for a long second I thought he wasn’t going to follow through. What happens then? I wondered.

But then he rolled the die. I looked down at the table, and the result sunk in with a punch to my gut as Master Steve called out. “One! And Six! Another winner!”

I was a winner. I made it back to my chair in a daze.

I barely took in the rest of the first round, as my mind was racing. It’s going to happen! Those pictures are going to be posted online! I was going to be naked on the internet, head to toe, wearing a chastity cage.

I could feel the precum leaking out from my cage. My cock strained against the metal bars, trying to push through and become erect.

The second round was about to start before I was able to focus. “This round will give us four quarter-finalists,” Master Steve explained. “Quarter-finalists will get their video posted along with their pictures. Oh, and also their name.”

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