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After breakfast, we all head up stair to change back into our work cloths. To days job was to stain the deck so I did not want to wear anything that got stain on it I would care. So I put on my shorts I had on the day before and an old tank top that was old and worn out. I left off my bra and panties. Looking in the mirror, I loved the look. The tank top was too big on me and if I look from the side, I had a clear shot of my tits in full view. With any movement of my legs, you could see my pussy clearly from the front and my whole ass from the back.

I look back behind me and Ryan is watching me look at myself. I ask him what he thinks of my outfit. He tells me that only in his fantasy world do women dress like that. I thank him for the complement, give him a deep kiss, and rub his cock. I then tell him to keep the complements coming and I would make tonight very worth it to him.

I go to find Kelly and Lisa to see how they decided to dress. Lisa has on the same outfit as she did the day before. I tell her that she might want to wear something different in case she gets stain on here top, which is white and pink. She tells me she did not bring anything to wear like that. I tell her she is welcome to get one of my tops if she wants. She tells me thanks and we go back to my room and pull a few out she can try on. She selects a tank top like the one I am wearing but her tits are even easier to see because her tits are nowhere near as big as mine are. I reach over, run my hand over her tit, and ask if she is ok walking around outside dressed like this. She tells me that after last night she did not think she had anything to hide. I tell her that is a great way to think of it and give her a long deep kiss before we head out.

We looked for Kelly but she must have gone out already. When we find her outside, she has on an old white t-shirt and a pair of ripped up sweats that I can clearly make out has ass cheeks in. The shirt is a few sizes to small and I can see the outline of her tits perfect and can tell she is not wearing a bra. I tell her I like the look and that I bet everyone else would agree.

We all get to working on staining the deck and dock. Several times as one of the guys would walk by me and I would feel them rub my tits or run their fingers up and down my ass and pussy. I notice Lisa and Kelly are both getting lots of special attention. The best is when I am bending over the deck to dip my roller into the pan and Ryan moves up behind me and slides his finger right into my pussy and says that he hope this weekend goes on for a long time. I cannot believe how quickly he went from being all embarrassed yesterday to having the confidence to group me without even thinking about it today.

After a while, I go in to get a pitcher of sangria for everyone and Jason comes in to give a hand. He comes up behind me, runs both his hands over my tits, and kisses my neck. I just lay my head back and enjoy the feeling. He tells me that he wants to fuck me while we are both awake and will remember what we did.

I lead him into the family room and have him strip off his clothes and remove mine as while. I then tell him to lie down of the floor and put his hands behind his head. I then sit down on him with my legs on either side. I first start to kiss him and rub his chest and arms. I slowly work my way down to his nipples, I stop and suck and bite on them while slowly rubbing my pussy on his cock. When he starts to try to fuck me back, I stop him and tell him to sit still and let his aunt take care of him.

I lick my way down to his cock and balls. I spent a lot of time licking the head of his cock and playing with his balls. I can tell he is getting hot so I slowly put is cock into my mouth and go all the way down until he is completely in my mouth. At this point, the head of his cock is in my throat and I move up and down just a little so that he can feel his cock’s head going in and out of my throat. I normally can do this for a minute before I have to let it out to breath. I slowly let his cock out of my mouth and use the tip of my tongue to tease the little slit on the head of his cock. Each time I do this he jumps a little bit. I do the same thing to my husband who tells me the feeling is almost too much to take.

After repeating this several more time I move back up to allow my pussy to slide over his cock. I start out very slow and let just a little of his cock into my pussy and then back out. While I am doing this, I am pinching and licking his nipples. Finally, when I am ready to cum I push back and let his whole cock slide deep into my pussy. I start to ride him as hard as I can and tell him he needs to fuck his aunt hard. He starts to move in pace with me. The whole time I am telling him to fuck his aunt and to cum inside of her. I tell him how much his aunt needs to have his young cum in side of her. I can feel him start to cum in me, so I start rub my clit and bring myself off almost at the same time. When I finish coming, I lie down on top of him and ask him if he might remember that for a little while. He tells me that was the most unbelievable bursa escort fuck he has ever got and assures me that he would remember that for as long as he lives.

We get dress and head outside with the drinks for everyone. My husband comes over to me, slips his hand in to my shorts, and slides his finger across my wet pussy and say looks as if the sangria is not the only thing that got some juice in it. I laugh and tell him I might have just spoiled his nephew for anyone else. He tells me he thinks that happened a while ago, but Lisa might be able to help him get by when you are not there.

By 5 o’clock, we have the deck stained and have all of the equipment cleaned up and putaway. I am not sure how much everyone has drank already but I know I am feeling good and am ready to have some fun. We all head in to clean up and get ready for dinner. I get into the shower and let the nice hot water run over me and relax. I hear the door open and Ryan gets in with me. He asks if he can give me a hand. I tell him sure and I hope a few other things to.

He starts by pouring soap all over me a rubbing it in with his hands. He spends a lot of time on my tits and nipples before moving down to my pussy and ass. I love the feeling of him sliding his soapy finger in and out of my pussy and asshole. I pull him in close to me and bring my nipple up to his mouth to get him to suck on them. It only takes him a few minutes to get me off.

I then push him against the wall and do the same for him. I take time to play with his nipples before moving down to his cock and balls. I soap him up and then wrap my tits around his cock. I tell his to fuck them and with each up stroke, I suck on the tip of his cock. When he is almost ready to cum I move to take his whole cock into my mouth and let him fuck my mouth quick and deep. As he starts to cum, I go down as far as I can and let his cum run down my throat. As we get out, he helps me dry off and gives me a hug and kiss before heading out.

I know the plan is to have pizza for diner and decide that I want to have some fun with the delivery guy. I put on a short pleated skirt that has a tendency to blow up with the smallest amount of wind. I top this off with a very sheer shirt and a demi bra. I leave most of the buttons undone. I then head out to find Lisa and Kelly to see if they are up for some fun with the delivery guy. I walk over to Lisa’s room but see she is busy giving Jason a blowjob so pass her by and find Kelly. She is dressed in a cute little hello kitty pajamas that consist of very short shorts with nice wide leg opening and a halter top that is very lose. I tell her that I want to have some fun with the pizza guy and she thinks it is a great idea.

By the time we are done talking about it, Lisa comes up to us to find out want is going on. She is wearing a little baby doll teddy that is pink and mostly sheer. We let her in on the plan and she agrees right away. I tell them both that the guy who delivers the pizza is this nice little older guy maybe in his late 50s and that I have wanted to see what he would do if I was to dress like this and invite him in. We head down to find the guys and order diner. After the pizza is ordered, we all move into the family room and do a few Jell-O shots to get everyone going. The guys all agree to stay in the family room when the pizza is delivered and let us girls have some fun.

After only about 15 minutes, we hear the doorbell ring and all three of us move into the kitchen and I open the door to let the pizza guy in. The problem was it was not the pizza guy. I was looking right at my boss Scott and the shop floor supervisor John. Here I am with both of my tits clearly visible and Lisa and Kelly outfits leave nothing to the imagination either and I am total stunned. I like to flirt a little at work but have never done anything too far out there. I might wear a short skirt or low cut top and maybe spend extra time bending over or reach out to show off a little of my tits or legs but nothing like this. I know Scott has wanted me for a long time. He has asked me several times to go to dinner with him or go out to a bar but I always remind him I am married.

I just stand there not knowing what to say. He spends some time looking over me and the other two girls. He seems to recover quicker than I do and says he was not sure about coming over this weekend when I invited him and John. Now that he is here, he cannot believe that he would every pass up an invite like this. I total forgot about telling them to stop by for a beer. I tell them to come in and I hope he did not mind the way we look but we have been having a little fun this weekend and I totally forgot that they were stopping by. They both come in and John tells me that if I dress like this all the time at home he might be stopping in more often. Luckily, for me my husband comes into the kitchen and realizes what is going on. He shakes both Scott and John’s hands and brings them into the family room.

As soon as they are out of the room, I start telling Kelly and Lisa who the guys were and that I çanakkale escort cannot believe that I was just standing in front of my boss and coworker total exposed. I tell them Monday morning is going to be a tough one to face. They are both laughing and tell me that I had better make sure that they have a good time tonight. That why I can use this weekend, to black mail them into keeping quiet. I needed to regroup so I pour us all a big shot of some gray goose. I down the first and then pour us each another. By now, I am relaxing a little more and figure I might as well go with it. Knowing my husband, I am sure he is in the other room letting them in on what is going on and most likely getting them to go along with it.

When the doorbell rings a few minutes later, I jump because I total forgot about the pizza guy. I look at Kelly and Lisa and ask them if they are still up to have some fun. Kelly says she has an idea and pulls me close and tells me we should make out and let Lisa open the door. Both agree and this time Lisa opens the door and tells the guy to come in. Kelly and I are kissing and her hand is under my skirt playing with my ass. I hear the guy say whoa and I turn around and see the guy looking at Kelly and me. I say sorry about that but we just got carried away. He say don’t stop on his account. He hands Lisa the Pizza, without even taking his eyes of Kelly and me.

I turn us sideways to give him a better look, reach up, and start to play with Kelly’s tits. Lisa moves behind Kelly, reaches around her, pulls my tits out, and starts to play with my nipples. I look over at the guy and he looks like he has no idea what he should do. I tell him the money is on the counter but if he has time, I think we have a tip he might not forget. He tells us he has plenty of time. We move over to him and I start to kiss him while Kelly and Lisa undo his pants. He reaches up and starts to play with my tits. Lisa pulls his cock out and start to jack him off. Once his cock is hard they lean in and both put their lips over his cock. They run their mouths up and down his cock and stop to kiss each other and then back to his cock. I ask him to play harder with my tits, and tell him that they are so hard and sensitive right now. I do not think the guy was able to last even 5 minutes before he cums and shoot all over my legs and the girls faces. They both lean over and lick his cum off my legs. The whole time the pizza guy is watching. I ask him if that covers the tip. He tells me that more than covers the whole bill. We each take a turn giving the guy a deep kiss and play with his cock a few more times before he leaves. He tells us to let him know when we need pizza in the future.

As the guy is going down the drive, we are all watching and Lisa moves up behind me and lefts my skirt to give the guy a nice look at my pussy. I am so hot that I just want to cum, I reach down and pull Lisa hand onto my pussy and use it to start to rub my clit. I then remember my boss and coworker are in the next room. I try my best to get a grip on myself and get ready to move back into the room and tell the girls I need another drink before I go back into the family room to face Scott and John. We each do another shot, I pick up the pizzas, and we move into the family room.

I notice that all six of the guys have been watching what was going on in the kitchen. They start joking around about how happy that guy was and how they bet the pizza will be free from now on. My husband comes over to me and tells me Scott and John could not keep their eyes off of us while we were playing around and that Scott asked him several times if he was alright with what I was doing. He told Scott as long as he was there and had control of the situation that he loves when I play around. He also told him that I never do anything without him and that he should not get any ideas about what might happen at work. Scott told him our secret was safe with him. John also gave my husband his word.

I can tell I need to eat something because the last three shots were starting to get to me. We all eat and have several more drinks. Over dinner, we all start talking about the kind of life style my husband and I live. I tell a few stories of how we started to play around when we were still in high school. I tell them some of the more interesting times we have had. We go around the room and compare stories. Jason and Lisa both talk about what we did with them at St. Patrick’s Day. The rest all say that they have never done anything like this but had always wanted to.

My husband comes up with a new game for us all to play. He tells us that each of us should take two pieces of paper and write on the best fantasies they have ever had. Then we each put our names on a separate sheet. The guy names went into one bowl, the girl names into a different bowl. The fantasies into a third bowl. The plan was to pick the first fantasy from the bowl and then select from the other two bowls the number of people it would take to fulfill the fantasy. Each fantasy would get 2 minutes and then we would move on to the çankırı escort next. Before we got started, I added that each time we all had to do a shot before we pick. Each round we would do a shot of the oldest person’s choice all the way to the youngest.

Scott being the oldest picks to do a shot of Johnny Walker. So each of us pour a shot and drinks it down. Normally I cannot drink strait JW but with everything I drank today, I do not have a problem. He then goes over to the bowl with the fantasies in it and pulls out the first one and reads it to us. It is to watch two girls 69 each other. This turns out to be John’s fantasy. I think this is tame and I am sure all of us girls would have no issue with this. Scott pulls Kelly and Lisa’s name out of the girl’s bowls. Lisa and Kelly move to the center of the floor and both remove their bottoms. Kelly lies on her back and Lisa gets on top. They both start to lick and pay with the others pussy. I can tell that they are turned on. Before either of them can cum the time runs out.

My husband is the next oldest and he picks to do a shot of apple pucker. As he pours, I can tell he is giving the girls a much bigger shot then the guys. We all drink and then he selects the next fantasy. This time it is more fun and daring. The fantasy is to fuck a girl outside in plain sight of anyone that could be around. Scott tells everyone that was his. My husband picks John’s name from the guys bowl and tell me that it is only fair that I take this one because Kelly and Lisa had to do the last one.

We all head outside, John and I move right up on too the deck and continue out to the end of the dock at the water’s edge. I do not see anyone around but am sure that anyone looking our way could see everything. I lean on a post and bend over so that I know everyone can see my ass and pussy right under my skirt. John moves up behind me. To show me off a little more he flips my skirt up over my ass. He then unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He then slides it into my pussy. He starts out slow but picks up speed quickly knowing that he only has two minutes. He reaches up and pulls my shirt up to expose my tits. He starts to pull and twist my nipples. I am so hot that I am almost ready to cum and can feel it building up when we run out of time. I stand up, flip my skirt down, and put my tits back in my shirt. I give John a kiss and tell him maybe next time he can cum in me. I look around and notice that a few of the boys that live next door are outside playing. I see them looking our way as we are heading back to the house, but not sure if they had seen what we were doing. We all head back in and get ready for round three.

It is my turn to pick a fantasy and drink. I am really feeling drunk so I tell everyone that we are all just doing a shot of sangria. After doing my shot I pick the fantasy. This fantasy is to stand in the center of a room naked, have everyone in the room feel, and grab me all over. They are touching, kissing, and licking me everywhere. Kelly tells us that this was hers. My husband says that he sees no reason for us not to let Kelly fulfill this fantasy. She moves into the center of the room and takes everything off. Once the timer start we all move up close to her and start to play with her. I move behind her and start to kiss and suck on her neck and earlobes, everyone else take different parts. I can see Ryan is sucking on her right nipple someone else is playing with her left. Scott moves up next to me. He starts to run his one hand over her ass, moves his other hand up my leg, and starts to play with my pussy. I spread my legs and give him full access. I can hear Kelly moaning and can feel her cumming almost at once. At the end of the 2 minutes, she tells everyone that more than meet her fantasy.

We all agree to make this a little more fun that who evers fantasy is picked that they get to take part in it. It is johns turn and he picks to do a shot of blackberry brandy. By now, I am walking a little wobbly but still have a clear head. John picks the next fantasy and it is to have a girl jack him off and allow him to cum on her face and tits and then have her scoop it up and lick his cum off her fingers. Ryan tells everyone that this is his. John pick Lisa’s name out of the girl’s bowl. I tell them if they make it interesting to watch that we will let them finish.

Lisa pulls her top off and gets on her knees. Ryan moves over in front of his sisters and removes his pants and underwear. Lisa starts by rubbing her pussy and getting her hand all slippery with her own juices. She then starts slowly moving her hand up and down his cock and every few strokes she puts the head of his cock in her mouth and gives it a few got licks. When she is not sucking, on his cock she tells him how his sister wants him to cum on her and how she wants to feel his hot cum on her face and tits. I can tell he is ready to cum when his sister stick her finger from her other hand up his ass. With that, he shot right into her face and the next one is on her left tit. When he finishes shooting, she leans over and licks the top of his cock clean. She then lets him go and pulls her tit up to her face and licks them cum off her tit and uses her finger scoops up the cum on her face and sucks it off as if she is sucking his cock. We all give her a big applauds and all of the guys tell her she could do that for them anytime.

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Previously on the Landers Twins: The identicals had masqueraded as each other on a weekend trip to Lisa’s home in the city. Both Lisa’s husband, Thomas, and I had enjoyed the benefit of the hidden swap. It was unclear if Lisa’s husband realized the swap had occurred because of his level of inebriation. Lisa had joined Lana and I, late in the evening in a voyeuristic 3-way watching me manhandle Lana to orgasm. In a moment of insobriety Lisa had indulged in a bit of incestuous contact with her sister. All-in-all a night not soon forgotten.

Preview of Content: Maddy is turning 18 on July the 3rd, and both the identicals, Lisa and Lana want to introduce Maddy to sexual pleasures. Maddy has a secret crush on Lana, the story takes a brief diversion when Jack discovers a larger sailboat for sale, and so our story continues…

The mommy/daughter sex talk (no sexy bits)

“Yea, you want to go trust me.” Lisa tried to convince Maddy.

“I don’t know, what is there to do out there, no boys, just you and Lana, Dad and Jack… Unless you are going to share Jack what’s the point… Maddy’s voice drifting off.

Lisa laughs, “Well there is plenty of Jack to go around, that’s for sure!” waving her arm imitating a big cock like Lana did on the Fuck Cove story from his last visit.

They both laugh.

“Did you see it?” Maddy asked.

“Girls don’t tell, especially married ones,” Lisa said quietly as she was holding up an imaginary foot-long thick German summer sausage with both hands in front of her pelvis, grinning.

“Really?” Maddy’s eyes got big as she contemplated what she was imagining.

“Oh yea, honey, not for beginners, trust me…” Lisa warned.

Still, Maddy was intrigued.

“So, did you ever? Like before you and dad married?” asking in a demure way, if Jack had ever fucked her.

“Before I was married? Oh, he tried, but no.” which was true, Jack had stuffed her pussy just a week ago, after she was married, she thought.

“Have you ever watched Lana and a guy?” Maddy asked.

Lisa hesitated, she had, many times, even with Lisa’s boyfriends when they masqueraded as each other but was cautious as to how much to share with her husband’s daughter.

“Yes, before we were married, it’s kind of hot, like an out-of-body experience, I guess. Since we are identicals, it’s like watching yourself fuck but in real time, not like watching a video, it’s hot in person.” Lisa admitted, “But that’s our secret ok?” she added.

“Fuck, that’s hot, I wish I could have seen that, or even had a twin sis myself, did they know? the guys, I mean?” Maddy was getting excited and maybe a bit loud.

“Shh- No, they didn’t know, sometimes we swapped, and they didn’t know, other times we just watched each other. Mostly guys will go along with anything if it means they’re going to stick their dick into something warm and wet.” Both Maddy and Lisa laughed out loud once more.

In a surprise admission, Maddy said; “Ronny, the gymnast, kissed me once and tried to finger fuck me, I didn’t let her though.”

“Really? When was that?” Lisa quizzed; an eyebrow raised.

“The night, Lana came over with Jack. She tried it in the car, I guess it turned me on, I mean, I guess I like girls and guys, but I always pictured my first time with a guy. Is that strange?” Maddy asked.

“No, honey, I think that’s natural. In college, there will be a lot of opportunities with both girls and guys. There is no rush. But yea, I think a guy for your first time is right, even though high school boys know very little on how to please a woman.” Lisa explained.

“What about Jack?” Maddy asked.

“Oh, god no, he would tear your virgin pussy apart, fuck after a lot of experience with men, Lana can barely handle him. When he throat fucks her, she sounds like a smoker for days. Lisa warned for a second time.

“Throat fucking?” Maddy asked.

“Oh, yes, guys with big cocks love to stuff them down your throat girl, the smaller you are the more they want to fuck your throat and your ass. You might as well get used to the idea, you’re a tiny thing,”

“That’s got to hurt? Right?” Maddy asked, a shiver running down her spine.

“A big cock in your ass feels good, filling even, as long as it’s lubed and he gives you time to adjust, Deep throat is something you like or don’t. I like it. Swallowing a big fat cock, pushing my face up to his base is awesome, other women don’t like a dick touching their lips or their ass. To each her own, I guess.”

“I guess I will have to try it and see,” Maddy speculated as a knock on her bedroom door sounded interrupting their conversation. Maddy had already decided to serve herself up to Jack despite Lisa’s warning of his size, maybe overconfident in her abilities, Maddy didn’t want some shitty schoolboy for her first.

“You girls Ok?” Thomas asked as the door opened.

“Yes Daddy!” Maddy replied in an innocent school girl adana escort inflection.

“Dinner’s ready, y’all come on down now,” Thomas suggested, as Lisa rose from the bed.

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The Drive Home (no sexy bits)

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” Lana asked, not a mile or two after leaving Lisa, Maddy and Thomas waving in the drive.

Suddenly I felt like it was a trick question, sure I wanted to fuck Maddy and Lisa again for that matter. But I was unsure which she was asking about, and even if I did, not sure I would want to admit it.

“Who? Lisa?” I asked the safer choice I had calculated.

“I told you I was happy with the prettier one of the two of you, before our sailboat ride,” I threw in a compliment to defuse the situation.

“Lisa told me the next morning you knew it was her,” Lana accused.

“Well, not until the end when I was titty fucking her and saw her wedding ring, if you two are going to swap like that you probably should work on the details,” I laughed, trying again to defuse.

“So, you were titty fucking her and saw her wedding ring?” She slapped her forehead in a mock stupidity expression.

“Yea, pretty much had me fooled until then, you aren’t guiltless either, cum was still dripping out of you when you returned to my bed,” I reasoned.

“She said he would be asleep, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” Lana tried to justify.

“Hey, we’re all adults here, besides I she needed a vacation,”

“Speaking of adults, Maddy is 18 next week, do you plan on fucking her too?” her voice returning to a bit of accusation.

“I think, she is into girls, did you see her date that night? That little slut puppy she ran out with was no virgin and was looking at Maddy like a rare steak ready to be devoured,” I played off.

“Hmm,” Lana voiced. I could tell she was thinking about what I had said.

“She kissed me once, not like an auntie kiss, but not like a full French kiss with tongue. Maddy sucked on my lower lip while looking into my eyes, it was so sexy, she told me a girl in school showed her how to do that,” her voice trailing off as she reflected.

“Still, she is a hot little piece of ass, I bet you would fuck her if you had the chance,” Lana speculated with some confidence.

“Yea, maybe so, and fill her with cum so you could finish her off,” I said laughing and joking, but testing and waiting for her reaction.

“Don’t you think her father might hear you ripping into that virgin? Sounds like a pretty good way to die if you ask me,” Lana countered.

“Virgin? I doubt it, Maddy may not be legal until the 3rd, and I wouldn’t break any laws, but a girl that knows how to tease like her is not likely a virgin. Tell me you wouldn’t bed that if you had a shot? It’s something I would enjoy watching, might even join in on,” as I laughed at full voice to keep the conversation light and joking. Lana giggled as well, a good sign, I thought.

“You think she’s really into girls?” Lana asked, evaluating if I was correct.

“Yep, pretty sure, if I would have to guess, Bi, maybe has a fixation on her dad as well. Ever notice how she addresses him as Daddy in that sweet schoolgirl flirty way?”

“You think?” then Lana added “Yes, I have noticed that.”

“You would have to do her first, getting hit on by auntie Lana would be too weird if you’re wrong,” Lana reasoned, my cock was stirring. My girlfriend was giving me permission to bed her little niece on her 18th so she could do her in round 2.

“Yea, we can work up a plan to test her out without a risk of embarrassment if she doesn’t go for it.” I assured Lana as I worked my stiff cock out of my shorts for a little road head on the ride back to the lake.

Chapter

An unexpected diversion (bonus sexy bits)

“I will run over and look at her tonight, maybe around 6:00?”

“Great, see you then.” as I ended the cell phone call.

“Who was that?” Lana asked.

“Some guy is selling a Hunter 41 cheap. Thought I would spend a few minutes and run over there see what the deal is. Sounds too good to be true, probably a waste of time.”

“A sailboat?” Lana asked, confirming.

“Yes babe, air conditioners and 2 heads, (toilets) 1shower and 3 queen berths. If it’s in good shape, it would be a big step up from the McGregor 25,” I suggested.

“How much?”

“He’s only asking $55,000 boat is probably worth twice that, that’s why I want to see it,”

“Good luck, if you buy her take a picture and text it to me,” as she headed out the door.

I admit I was a bit anxious and drove over about 15 minutes early, rang the bell and “in it’s a small world moment, guess who opened the door?” It was the married woman from years ago that blew me at the beach in the companionway of the McGregor as the Lana and Lisa watched.

She stood there, a whisky on the rocks in one hand, a cigarette ankara escort in the other, dressed in a yellow summer dress with a floral print and high heels.

“Haw, figures!” she vocalized boisterously.

“Come on in, he’s not here yet, want a drink?” she offered.

“You know, that damn thing is all your fault, right?” as she poured a whisky on the rocks for me and topped hers off filling it to near the top of the glass.

“What is?” I asked.

“That damn sailboat, you shoved your cock down my throat, took him for a ride and suddenly he has to have one. I don’t think it has ever been sailed, It’s just a big floating clubhouse for Shelby and her friends. Now all they do is fuck and smoke weed on it.”

I hadn’t seen the little pimply face girl since that day, but even then, I thought she was 8 or so, a tiny thing, with braces on her teeth. That would put her at 14 or 15? fucking and smoking weed, I had missed something.

“She is going to college in the fall, he wants to sell it to pay for a few semesters, don’t let him con you, he will go low on the boat, and I want it out of here. You can fix her up and give me a call and I’ll meet you over at the beach sometime and show you my gratitude…”

She was not drunk, maybe a bitt buzzed for 5:45 on a weekday afternoon, but I feel her offer was serious, for the first time I considered Lana. We had been dating a couple of months and not what I would consider monogamous. Hell, she had swapped with her sister and fucked Lisa’s husband about a week before and we were both discussing bedding young Maddy on the 3rd.

“God, I still remember choking on that big cock of yours, blowing you as my husband walked up to the boat, having cum on my tits as you sailed us around. I told that story to more than a few of my girlfriends.” Her story was a bit embellished, but I didn’t mind.

Her phone chimed. She reached for it on the granite countertop.

“Late as usual” he says – “Guy coming to look at sailboat, keep him entertained till I get there, prob be 6:15 or so.”

What perfect timing, I almost felt sorry for the sap.

She looked at me and voiced; “What can I do to keep you entertained for 20 minutes or so?” knowing good and well her intentions.

We stood facing each other, leaning one hip on the center island of the kitchen. I set my drink down on the granite. Knowing action was better than words in this situation, I placed my right hand wrapping her cheek, and drawing her in close to me. A warm, passionate kiss. Her eyes open, she was accepting, not reluctant at all.

A grope of her breast with my left, her nipple hard. Her hand on my cock over my pants, my cock awaking, she is rubbing furiously looking for that man meat she remembers from years ago. She begins fighting with my belt on my shorts, eventually winning as my shorts fall to my sandals, she drops to her knees, my cock maybe half hard, she inhales it to depth.

“God, how many times I have cum thinking about that day,” she voices as she pauses.

As lovely as her lips look wrapped around my cock, her wedding ring displaying on my cock, I raise her to her feet, roll her facing away from me and bend her over the kitchen’s center island. I had always wished for the opportunity to bed her, I was going to take her right now.

I flipped her summer dress over her waist, a delightful lacy thong was the only thing separating me from her bounty. Two thumbs and they were at her ankles, stepping through them, and spreading her legs she was more than willing. The clock on the microwave said 5:58.

I had to hurry, I gave myself till 6:10 and hoped she could achieve what I know I could in that time. “Look at the clock, I am going to bust a nut at exactly 6:10 think you can do the same?” offering her the challenge as I pushed into her for the first time.

“Uh huh!” she grunted as I began to stuff her.

Her hands reaching to the other side of the island, she was supporting herself on her forearms, legs spread and taking cock like a pro.

“Oh, Oh, Oh,” It wasn’t a scream of pain, an overpowering loud utterance, or an actress performing. It was a sublime comfortable breath, exhausting as I impaled her with each stroke.

She tilted her pelvis as I grabbed her waist, assuming the perfect position to receive my manhood to full potential.

6:04: The microwave displayed. As I pulled her ass cheeks apart and watched my slickened cock impale her. I pulled my cock from her for a moment, sinking two fingers and wetting my thumb. I admit it, I like thumbing the ass of a woman folded over for my pleasure.

Some women like it better than others, but all are surprised as I invade them without warning.

When my cock is buried in their vagina to full depth. Mix in a sporadic jerking motion as if my thumb had magically come alive and is cumming in their ass, and few women can hold back an orgasm for long.

6:08 She is breathing rapidly. Any idiot would know adıyaman escort she was about to cum. She was lost in her own intensity, oblivious to the world. I began trying to decide if I was going to creampie her or spin and drop her for a nice facial. I was close.

I heard the garage door opener raising the door. I knew this meant her husband was home. In only a few moments he would drive into the garage, close the door and open the entry door into the kitchen where I was fucking his wife.

Uh, Uh, Uh! I speared her deep, letting loose my seed, pinning her against the island. I held myself plunged in her, filling her with the last sputtering of semen, before hastily removing myself and raising my shorts and buckling my belt. She dashed off with panties wrapped around one ankle to a guest bath, cum dripping from her panties swinging wildly from her right foot and high heels as she rushed into the bath.

The door opened as I just had gathered my whisky and somewhat melted ice from the counter.

“Jack?” he asked, “did she show you the boat?”

“Not yet, waiting on you,” I countered. “Shall we?” I was anxious to get him out of the room where I had just fucked his wife before he noticed the smell of sex. We walked to the back door and began the slow decent toward the lake, the dock, and the boat.

I offered him $45,000 on the spot, and after a short meeting with his wife who I had just railed over the kitchen counter, he accepted. I wrote a check, left my car in the drive for the night and sailed her home, in my mind making a slow getaway with more than one prize.

Chapter (the sexy bits)

Hot women on the new boat

Lana was excited to see the boat the next day. I told her it had been used primarily as a club house for their teenage daughter, and they had decided to get rid of it because it was being used for a flop house and smoking weed.

To Lana’s credit, her immediate ambition was to give it a thorough cleaning and scrubbing, and wanted new mattresses and toilet seats, and wanted to fuck me in every corner of the boat as soon as the task was complete.

Lana was super excited about the new boat and wanted to camp with Thomas and Lisa and Maddy on the 3rd and 4th on the new boat. I think “boat-sex-orgy-camping-fantasy” though unrealistic had captured Lana’s mind.

Lisa and Lana were lookers, as we moored the boat at the marina and Lana went about the marina, every eye was on her, when her identical, Lisa, and her husband Tom arrived, the men about blatantly stared.

It became ridiculous when Maddy showed up, her youthful barely legal nicely shaped bubble butt and ample cleavage mixed with her demure height and bikini-clad body walked from the parking lot to the boat. I doubt a man there was not at least half hard.

We cast off, a big beautiful boat, full of fine pussy. Tom and I smiled at each other.

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We sailed the afternoon, the breeze was nice for summer, not exciting but the girls loved it, taking turns at the helm. Enough breeze not to be boring, but no deck tilting gales either. Lots of alcohol was being consumed. The bathrooms (heads) in the cabin loosened the inhibitions to drinking under sail. Tom was allowing Maddy to drink and the more she drank the more she flirted with me, but Tom seemed oblivious and the girls seemed to notice but didn’t discourage her.

The highlight of late afternoon was anchoring in Fuck Cove. We dropped the swim platform, and all hit the water for a short swim. Lisa and Lana were near the front of the boat with Tom. I was holding onto the swim platform as Maddy swam up face to face, to tease me as usual.

This time, her hand followed down my abs to my crotch, snaked her way into my shorts, and held a handful of man meat. I was not expecting this so I was flaccid, unaroused.

“That’s not so intimidating,” as she pulled her hand from my shorts.

“I don’t know why they think I need a beginner cock, that one feels fine to me,” as she turns and swims away toward the front of the boat, looking back smiling, teasing as I expected.

Yea, I would fuck her. Tonight, if the confines of a 41-foot boat would permit it without Tom waking. He needed to be drunk, then fucked to orgasm, and then he would sleep for hours, allowing me an opportunity. Lana already wanted to aid and abet the defiling of her young niece for her own sexual purposes, Lisa wouldn’t object either.

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Dinner went better than expected, Tom was throwing the alcohol back hard and fast. Lisa was feeding his impulse, not moderating him, making me think she and Lana had come to the same conclusion as I get Tom drunk and passed out. Lana was drinking more than normal, maybe slurring in her words slightly.

A little after dinner, I realized my plan was not the one being executed. Lana and Maddy helped Tom to his feet, and down the companionway to the front berth. Maddy returned a few minutes later and announced she would go to bed and slipped back down the companionway to one of the unoccupied berths below. It crossed my mind that she was listening to her dad and Lana, watching them or even joining in, though the last was unlikely.

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An Eden’s Explorations story

Eden Baker first appeared in At Whorey’s Piers, this series is set several years later.

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TEACHING EDEN

CHAPTER ONE — THE SCHOOL

It was a long drive. Eden had time to think. This was what she had been working towards. Bachelors, tick. Masters, tick. Classroom experience, well that had been intense, but tick. Her certificate, tick. And then find a first proper job, well tick as well. And what a job!

Eden still couldn’t really believe it. She knew there was a chronic shortage of High School math teachers, but she had not expected to be offered a position at a prestigious private school. Not with her lack of track record. She had only applied very speculatively, but the interview — which she was surprised to even get — seemed to have gone brilliantly. And now she was en route to her new home. That’s right, accommodation was included as the school was remote; over two thirds of the students boarded. And this with no loss of salary. She had really fallen on her feet.

Sure it was a change to NYC, where she had got her post graduate qualification, and had her first experience of actual kids. And nothing was going to compare to her great aunt’s co-op apartment, where she had spent two-and-a-half happy and illuminating years. Eden began to feel slightly tingly at the memory, but told herself to focus on the road. Quiet would be good after the bustle of the big city. She could do with life being a bit less full on; at least for a while. And she loved the outdoors, the location offered so many opportunities for hiking and climbing. It was going to be great.

The job was going to focus on eleventh and twelfth graders. Cool as the more advanced topics were of greater interest to her. But also probably a challenge, as she had mostly taught ninth and tenth while gaining experience. Still the school clearly believed that she could be successful. Eden didn’t plan to let them down.

Another thirty minutes according to her ‘phone, which was wobbling slightly on one of the dash vents. Eden hoped that she would create a good first impression.

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‘Well so much for first impressions.’ Eden thought. ‘Could that have been any more embarrassing?’

It was early September and still warm. A floaty summer dress had seemed like a good idea when Eden had left the heat of Manhattan. It was still warm upstate, but a breeze flowed down the Hudson River Valley. As Eden struggled to get her suitcase out of the car, it gusted and her dress became a little too floaty.

“Ah, Miss Baker, welcome to Burnell.”

Eden dropped her case, pulled her wayward dress down over her ass, and turned to see the Principal’s extended hand and smiling face. The smile, which fell short of a leer, but not by that much, told Eden he’d seen rather more of her than at interview.

Blushing deep red, she shook his hand. “Pleased to be here Mr Pedretti.”

“I knew you were the right girl for the job. I’ll let you settle in. Can I get someone to help you with your luggage?”

Eden was less than delighted to be called a girl at twenty-five, and his manner was not exactly professional. But she was too flustered to remark on the rather paternalistic term or suggestive phraseology. And her dress was still flapping in the wind; she gripped the hem. “Some help would be most welcome. Thank you.”

“I’ll have Mr Reaser, he’s the caretaker, do the heavy lifting. But your accommodation isn’t here in the main building. It’s the small house over there, the left hand one. It’s only a thousand feet, but best to keep some distance between the live-in teachers and the pupils, don’t you think? Especially ones who look like you. Here is the key.”

Eden was too astonished about the accommodation to object to the objectifying. She had been told that she would be provided with living space, but her own house? She could see from here that it was indeed tiny. But still, a house! Her irritation with the Principal rapidly evaporated.

“Oh, thank you. That’s… that’s wonderful. I guess I’ll drive over there.”

“And I will send Mr Reaser to you shortly. By the way, Miss Huisman, our head coach, is in the other house. You may run into her. There is dinner for the staff at 7pm. It’s not mandatory, but maybe as it is your first day… A chance to meet your colleagues, perhaps?”

“Yes, of course. I will see you then, Mr Pedretti.”

“Excellent. And let’s hope that the wind has dropped by then, shall we?”

Before Eden could answer, he turned and walked into the main building.

Well, thought Eden, ‘I guess it could actually have been worse in one way, at least I’m wearing panties.’

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The house had a rustic look to it. Terracotta flower pots filled afyon escort with mums clustered around its brick walls. As Eden closed the front door behind her, she had to suppress a squeal. It was perfect. Clean and cozy and — most of all — hers. Hers because of her own hard work, not a relative’s home to look after temporarily. Hers. Eden felt quite grown-up.

The first floor had a small living room, with a comfortable leather couch, two other chairs, upholstered in a floral material, a glass coffee table, and — in a concession to modernity — a modest flat screen TV. There was also a well-appointed, if not capacious, kitchen diner. From here, steps descended to a finished basement with a washer and dryer. From the living room, stairs ascended to the second floor. Here was a large bedroom, a smaller one, used as an office, and a slightly old fashioned, but functional, shower and bathroom. Eden was in love.

The buzzer rang and she ran down to open the door.

“Hi, I’m Reaser. The boss said something about a case.” He was a large man, late thirties, maybe early forties. He loomed in the doorway. Eden was initially taken aback, but Reaser’s face seemed open, kind even.

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Eden, Eden Baker.”

The caretaker paused before taking Eden’s offered hand. Perhaps he was unaccustomed to first names, or maybe just to social niceties. “Eli, my name is Eli. Good to meet you too. So this case?”

“Oh, of course. Let me show you.”

They walked to Eden’s ancient Corolla. “I got it in OK, but I think I pulled a muscle doing it. When I tried to get it out, it hurt like fuck.”

Eden clasped a hand to her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Reaser seemed more animated than at any earlier point. “Don’t worry, miss. I don’t mind the word, nor the meaning of it. But, some advice, maybe not in front of Mr Pedretti.” He gave Eden a half smile and lifted her luggage out one handed without seeming to expend any real effort.

“Upstairs, I assume?”

Reaser’s previous words were still ringing in Eden’s ears. “What? Oh, right. Yes that would be great. Thank you.”

The caretaker ascended and descended rapidly. “Well, if you need anything… Eden. Then just ask.”

“Thank you, I will.”

Reaser turned and another figure appeared from behind his substantial body. A female figure in sweats, with Burnell emblazoned on her top.

“Afternoon, Reaser,” said the newcomer brightly. He grunted at her in reply, and started to walk back to the school.

Eden realized she was being rude. “Thank you again, Eli.” The caretaker waved a hand without turning or slowing his pace.

“Right, Sums is it?” The woman, whom Eden guessed was Huisman, had an English accent, but not one that she could place.

“Sums?”

“You’re the new maths teacher, right?”

“Oh, I see, sums. Yes, that’s me. Eden Baker. And you must be Miss Huisman.”

“Michele. Call me Michele.” The two women shook hands. Huisman was a vigorous shaker.

“I’m sorry if I’m being rude, but your accent. What part of England?”

“The UK, Sums. It’s not just England. My family were originally Dutch, but we’ve lived in God’s own country for generations.”

“I’m sorry, where?”

“Yorkshire, Sums. Sheffield to be precise.” She smiled, a wide and friendly smile. “Don’t worry, I seldom bite. Unless…” she left the word hanging, still holding Eden’s hand as she spoke.

Eden was lost for words. The head coach seemed to be a force of nature.

“Don’t just stand there gawping, Sums. You’ll be late for tea, I mean dinner. Speaking of which, I need to do some work and then shower. See you there?”

Eden nodded and Miss Huisman strode to her own house, a few hundred feet away.

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An hour or so later, as Eden placed panties neatly into a dresser, her mind went back to her interaction with the Principal. It had been embarrassing, yes. But, in the years since her summer at Whorey’s Piers, Eden had learned more about herself. Flashing her new boss had been… stimulating.

As for wearing panties, that was the exception, not the rule anymore. It was more convenient to eschew underwear. That is, if your goal is to be semi-naked in public. If you wanted to masturbate while a stranger watched. No, panties were definitely an optional extra for Eden nowadays.

Her packing done, Eden headed for the shower. As warm rivulets ran down her body, she closed her eyes and thought about the thrill she had experienced flashing Mr Pedretti, albeit unintentionally. Her hand moved between her legs, setting new tingles running through her body.

Eden’s musings moved on to the massive shape of Reaser. Of her own naked body swung over his aydın escort broad shoulder, as easily as he had lifted her suitcase. She slipped one, and then two, fingers inside herself, moaning.

But the image at the forefront of Eden’s mind, as she pushed herself closer to climax, was of Michele Huisman. The coach’s hand holding Eden’s. Her green eyes sparkling. Her light brown hair scraped back from her face in a sporty ponytail. Her obviously toned body not concealed completely by her baggy clothing. Her removing those clothes, letting Eden see what lay beneath.

Eden bit her lip, screwed her eyes shut, and panted and heaved as her fingers did their work. As she pushed herself into a realm of pure pleasure. When she came, she breathed one word: “Michele.”

While she dried her hair. Eden wondered whether there might possibly be some added benefits to her dream job.

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Eden decided that discretion was the better part of valor and, for dinner, went with black pants and a burgundy, knitted, cotton top. Plus panties.

She entered what appeared to be an anteroom, leading onto the dining hall. A group of people stood, sipping wine. Mr Pedretti welcomed Eden and took her on a tour of her new colleagues, his hand in the small of her back. Again inappropriate, but — if she was honest with herself — Eden liked the feel of it.

Miss Huisman was standing with another woman and a man. The Principal made introductions. “I understand that you and Michele have met. This is Olivia Cohen, she’s Drama. And this gentleman is Carl Gugino, Languages.”

Eden exchanged pleasantries with the two teachers, but found her gaze shifting to the coach. She scrubbed up well. Her hair flowing over powerful, toned shoulders encased in a turquoise sleeveless top. Even through both this and her bra, the shape of Michele’s nipples was easy to discern, as her fullness pressed against the lightweight materials. Eden’s unaccustomed panties began to feel ever so slightly damp.

Mr Pedretti maneuvered Eden around the room. She met specialists in English and Art and Science and History and Music and Technology and Social Studies; and Michele’s assistant coach, Ben. There was no way she would remember all the names. There was also the non-teaching staff who focused on finance and security and admissions. Even Mr Reaser was there, though standing rather uncomfortably by himself.

The Principal spoke above the general chatter and invited everyone to sit down. Walking into the hall, Mr Pedretti’s hand steered Eden to a seat next to his. Mr Gugino sat on the left of her, with Michele and the Technology woman opposite; Eden had already forgotten her name. She felt a a little disoriented. Crowds of new people sometimes made her uncomfortable. Unless of course she was indulging her secret hobby. But everyone was nice. The food was surprisingly good and there seemed to be no shortage of wine.

Eden reined herself in on the alcohol front. She had her first class after lunch tomorrow and the last thing she needed was a headache. Around 9pm, she explained that she wanted to do some final class preparations, and then have an early night. Miss Huisman offered to walk back with her. Once away from the light of the main building, Eden felt Michele’s hand clasp hers briefly.

It was just for two seconds, a squeeze that she held momentarily, and then released. The coach’s head was tilted down, gazing at the path ahead. “Was that OK, Sums? I sort of got the vibe earlier.”

“It’s more than OK, it’s nice, Michele. But I’m tired from the drive, and I do really have some work to do. Can we take a rain check?”

Michele smiled, her eyes still facing forwards and down. Eden was glad she had not offended her new friend. “That’s fine, Sums. Why don’t I leave it to you, OK?”

“OK, thanks.” With that, Eden pecked the other woman on the cheek and turned left while Michele turned right, each heading for their respective homes.

Later, Eden was struggling to concentrate. Feeling she maybe needed to get something out of her system, her hand slipped into her PJs. She wriggled back into the couch and moved her legs a little further apart. Yes, this was what she wanted. Visions of green eyes swam through her mind as her fingers played out a familiar tune on an intimate instrument.

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Eden had arrived the day after Labor Day. Her first class was thus on the Wednesday. And it was a short week. It was tough, children — even the older ones — love to test out the new teachers. Sometimes Eden didn’t feel that much older than her students. But she coped, she found a way, she hoped she began to win some hearts and minds.

But Saturday could not come quickly enough. Two whole days of downtime. ağrı escort The weather was fine, the blustery conditions had abated. Summer seemed to want to have one more glorious weekend. Eden had no big plans, the grounds of the school were extensive, encompassing woodland, grassy areas, and meadows sporting the last bloom of wild flowers. There was even a lake, long, thin, and concealed by thick growth of trees.

Eden set out in the sunshine, her summer dress on above light hiking shoes. Water, a sandwich, a blanket, a towel, and her Kindle were in her sack. The sky was blue and, when a puffy cloud didn’t occlude it, the sun was unseasonably warm.

She did various loops, exploring the different terrain and the boundaries of the estate. After what must have been a few miles, the sun had risen higher, and Eden found a shady place beside the lake. She read a little, but it was still hot and the air was heavy. The cool, calm surface of the lake called to her.

Eden was somewhere in the center of the long side of the lake. She could see neither the left nor right shore, while the one in directly in front of her was barley 30 feet away. She briefly scanned her surroundings. Eden wasn’t shy, the opposite, but also conscious that she was new in role and didn’t want to gain a reputation. All around her seemed still and quiet. Pulling off her shoes and ankle socks, Eden unbuttoned her dress. For today, she had reverted to her no underwear norm, and so stood naked at the side of the lake, enjoying the sun on her bare skin.

She stepped tentatively into the water. It was cold, then that was what she wanted. Her caution was more around whether the bed was muddy or covered in rotting vegetation. However, it seemed to have been dredged at some point, and her feet felt only smooth stones and less smooth gravel as she waded out. She thrilled as the cold water splashed against her pussy. The center was deep enough for Eden to swim and she splashed up and down, her amateur attempts at backstroke allowing the sun to warm her face.

Refreshed, Eden made for shore. As she did there was a rustling sound behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Michele on the far shore, dressed in running kit. She had seen Eden already and stopped dead in her tracks. Eden waved, aware that her nude ass was fully on display.

“Hi, Sums. Enjoying your skinny dip?” Their proximity meant the coach had no real need to raise her voice.

“I am Michele, why not come join me?”

“Not a big swimmer if I’m honest, Sums. I could run round to where you are, but it will probably take twenty minutes.”

“I could come over to you, I suppose. Then Eden had another idea. “Actually, why not just stay where you are for a few minutes first?”

Eden turned and walked back to her belongings, rapidly toweling herself dry. Then she sat on her blanket, facing Michele and leaned back on her elbows, moving her knees apart.

“Well, Michele,” Eden said with false coyness. “Twenty minutes? Hmm… Maybe I could encourage you to record a new personal best.” As she spoke, Eden moved her legs a little further apart and stroked her wispy pubes gently.

“Whatever works for you, Sums.” Michele was clearly trying to appear nonchalant, and equally obviously failing miserably.

Eden smiled to herself, more than aware of the effect she was having on her colleague. The situation was having an effect on her too. She ran her finger-tips between her inner labia and transferred the moisture to her mouth. Michele stood statue-like on the far shore.

Eden lay back, wanting to use both hands. But remained acutely aware of the other woman’s gaze. She found her clit with one hand and slipped two fingers from the other into her dripping opening. As she began to moan, Eden made sure her noises were loud enough to carry across the water.

Knowing Michele’s eyes were on her added the extra zest that Eden loved. She felt her body responding to her own digits, but also to the delicious feeling of being watched as she pleasured herself. The exquisite combination meant that she didn’t take long. As waves of intensity pulsed through her convulsing body, she made sure of one more thing. As she crested her climax, she intoned a single word.

“Michele!”

Raising her head, Eden saw her friend, a hand down her running shorts, and her face flushed red.

“Fuck, Sums! I’m going to see if I can get to you in fifteen.”

With that, she leaped into the woods and Eden lay back down. Luxuriating in the sun and anticipating Michele’s imminent arrival.

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The story will continue in Chapter Two…

Endnotes

The plan is to publish a new chapter each week. However real life can sometimes intervene, so the gaps could be wider. Apologies in advance for if this happens.

>li>While this story has an E/V theme running through it, different types of sex will be explored along the way.

Thanks to the lovely Djmac1031 for helping to nurture my inner exhibitionist.

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It was the summer after my senior year of high school and at 18 years old I was presented with the opportunity to rent a three bedroom, two bath house in the country by my boss, who recently had his previous tenant move out. The rent was very affordable and I enjoyed the space as it afforded me great privacy. It didn’t take long after moving in that I soon rediscovered the thrill almost everyone experiences of walking around nude when home alone, except I was always alone so I stayed clothes free pretty much all the time.

Over the summer I developed a few habits because of my love of wandering around the house in my most natural state, I would wake up every morning and simply hop out of bed for coffee without worrying about putting any clothes on, if I happened to have clothes on before a shower, I’d simply drop them wherever the mood struck me, then spend the rest of the day without them. Soon I began to do my weekly grocery run on Fridays so that I could enjoy my entire weekend without a stitch covering me, even taking the exhilarating few steps outside off my back porch and walking around in the moonlight late at night, or enjoying the peacefulness of the early morning with my coffee in hand.

Before long I found myself feeling much more comfortable in my own body, something that was completely new to me as I’d always been very self conscious due to my weight (or lack thereof) and general skinniness that stuck around no matter how much I worked out or ate. At 5’11” and 120 pounds soaking wet I always felt like less of a man around my peers, but after awhile of living as a nudist in my own private space I came to realize that it didn’t much matter, I had my own body and I shouldn’t be ashamed of it, that some people would even like how I looked, though few had ever seen me outside of jeans and a t-shirt.

As they say however, all good things must come to an end, and with only a month left in the hot season I received a call from my best friend, Mark, who decided to move back home after spending the summer out of state with relatives. His plan was to go to college, but that fell through when his uncle took a new job and sold the house. Mark hadn’t seen my new house yet, and wanted to come visit that weekend after he settled back into his parents house. I told him I’d love to have him visit, and made a mental note to myself to be sure and keep my clothes on while I had company.

Friday came along, and with it so did Mark with his overnight bag to spend the weekend at my place. We had always been really close friends, we shared the same hobbies, and all throughout highschool were pretty inseparable most of the time. Mark was built very similar to myself, not too tall, lanky, but he spent much less time lifting weights than I did, so I certainly out classed him when it came to muscle definition.

I gave Mark a grand tour of the place and helped him get set up on the couch in the living room, even though I had three whole bedrooms, I didn’t have much furniture so the other two rooms were mostly empty except for a desk, chair, and my computer setup in the furthest one. The couch faced my bedroom door, so I would need to be especially mindful in the mornings as I slept nude and was very much used to facing my first adventure of the day to the kitchen for coffee, straight out of bed.

Luckily Mark and I were pretty comfortable around each other and he always slept in just a pair of gym shorts so I could still be mostly naked, except for my boxer briefs, which kept me decent even though they didn’t leave much to the imagination. Although we’d often change clothes in the same room in the past, we never saw each other in between states of dress as I would have my back turned to him, and he’d hide himself behind the closet door to maintain the privacy of the other. We had of course discussed the idea of being naked when we’d be home alone growing up, and while I fully admitted to the act occasionally and encouraged him to try it, he never did as far as I know, giving the excuse that he was always afraid that he’d have unexpected visitors at his parents house. I personally argued that excuse was bullshit since nobody could see in his windows, and everyone always knocked before walking in the house, since growing up he had a very large and very protective dog that was extremely intimidating to anyone that wasn’t Mark or his parents.

His aversion to nudity always struck me as odd, since he never wore any underwear and frequently hung around in just his gym shorts, but at the time I never said anything about it, and only touched on the subject in passing once or twice, always under the provision that he tried it alone. The discomfort he expressed kept that conversation to a minimum and I thought better of trying to push the issue beyond “it’s great, you should think about trying it sometime!”

That weekend we hung out like always, watching TV, discussing women, technology, cars, and anything else that came up in conversation. I was on my best behavior and made kuşadası escort sure that I hung my underwear on my door knob at night so that I wouldn’t forget them in the morning. He finally left that Sunday afternoon and I was able to return to my preferred dressing habits, or lack of them I should say. Although I was glad to spend time with my best friend again, I was a little disappointed to have missed out on my normal weekend.

Inevitably as one would imagine, Mark asked me one day if I would be open to having a roommate as it didn’t make sense for him to be living with his parents when his best friend had such a big house to himself. I couldn’t really argue, other than the fact that I was naked all the time, but I wasn’t about to bring that up as a reason he couldn’t move in with me. We discussed it on and off during the week after work, either over the phone or in person when he’d stop by to visit. By Friday we had an arrangement, he’d pay part of the rent and we’d split the bill for groceries as long as he did the shopping. That seemed to be a good compromise for me, as at least I would have some time alone where I could strip off should I choose to.

By the next weekend Mark was all moved into the once empty bedroom, bringing his bed, dresser, computer, and other various odds and ends. Although I was bummed out about losing my freedom, I was really glad to have him as a roommate and quickly adapted back to keeping my midsection covered except when sleeping or showering. The only exception I would make would be after my showers, when I’d walk from the bathroom into the laundry room off the kitchen to put my towel in the washer and put on a pair of shorts or underwear which I usually kept in the dryer for convenience. I occupied the master suite of the house, complete with it’s own bathroom, but always used the shower on the other side of the house as the one in my room was only a few square feet in size and I felt claustrophobic, always bumping into the door or walls when I’d wash up.

As anyone that has lived with a roommate knows, introducing another person into your environment brings unexpected changes. Changes like certain household items not being where you left them, things moving around in the fridge, and the dishwasher always being loaded incorrectly. I didn’t mind any of that though, as it was barely noticeable for the most part, Mark was very respectful of my space and although we were very close friends, he still kept the mentality that he was a guest in my home and I appreciated that about him.

Living in close quarters with anyone there’s always a non-zero chance of accidentally catching a glimpse of something you’re not supposed to, glancing over a shoulder at a phone screen, seeing a private text message, walking past an open door while someone is changing clothes, and other various situations, but none of that ever happened with Mark. Oh no, when something happened, it happened in a big way. It was a Friday night about a month after he moved in and I went into the bathroom to take my shower, nothing out of the ordinary there, and as usual I left wearing my towel and walked through the living room where Mark was hanging out on the couch, into the kitchen and finally the laundry room where I dropped my towel and placed it into the waiting washer. I noticed it was full, so I added the detergent and started the machine before opening the dryer next to it to retrieve some cover for myself. I’d done this dozens of times in the past, knowing that should he decide to get up from the couch and go to the kitchen, he’d get a full view of my backside, but he never did as far as I knew, so I was pretty comfortable with the arrangement I’d made for myself.

I pulled the dryer door open and bent down to reach in, only to find it empty for the first time since I’d moved in. “Hey Mark, um…I have a problem,” I called out to the living room.

“What’s up?” He asked, not moving from the couch.

“Where’s all the clothes that were in the dryer?”

Mark let out a short chuckle as he realized the situation he’d created. “Sorry man, I wanted to put my clothes away but didn’t want to sort everything there so I carried everything out in a basket to my room. Everything is piled on my bed.”

“Well,” I began, “I just put my towel in the washer and started it, so I’m gonna have to streak to get any clothes on.”

After a much longer chuckle than before Mark finally acknowledged my words. “Hell, I don’t care. Don’t act like you never walk around the house naked. It’s no big deal.”

No big deal, I thought. Strange words coming from the guy that always said he was scared to do so himself. “Alright, whatever. Just turn your head if you don’t want to see me hanging dong through there,” I said as I poked my head through the doorway and looked at him. He was still sitting there, eyes on the TV, though with a bit of a smirk on his face from the amusement he was getting from the situation.

I stepped out kocaeli escort of the laundry room with my hands covering my crotch and made a few steps towards the living room. I could have gone through the kitchen the other direction and through the empty dining area to the side of the house where his room and the bathroom were, but he made this mess so I was going to take advantage and put him in a little discomfort as payback for my own. Mark looked over directly at me and I froze in my tracks, no doubt with a look of shock on my face as I was now out in the open with no quick retreat for cover.

He looked me straight in the eyes like nothing was amiss and said, “Hey, grab me a Coke from the fridge while you’re in there. I’m thirsty.”

I thought for a second, and realized that he was purposefully trying to keep me naked as long as possible, and maybe even trying to embarrass me. My competitive nature kicked in and I decided that if he wanted to play this game I was going to make him regret it. “Sure, that sounds good, I think I’ll have one, too,” I said as I turned around and walked back to the kitchen, keeping my hand in place until I was behind the counter out of view. I opened the fridge and grabbed two cans of Coke, feeling the cold air falling out of it and across my fully exposed lower half.

As I closed the fridge I took a breath and prepared myself for the next part of this friendly errand, walking back into his view, completely naked, dick and balls on full display. My heart jumped in my chest as I willed my foot to take the first step towards the end of the cover of the wall between us. I don’t know why, but I felt a twinge of excitement at this despite my frequent nude walks around the very same house without even noticing when I was alone. I wasn’t alone now, and after all our years of friendship I was about to reveal the last remaining mystery between my best friend and myself…myself, my full self, my complete unabashed, and uncovered self. It was a big step for being something so small in the grand scheme of things, and my nervousness seemed to heighten my excitement.

Two steps, then three, and finally I rounded the corner and continued full frontal toward the living room. Mark glanced over briefly from his show and quickly scanned down my body as his gaze returned to the TV. I kept walking as though nothing was different, and Mark seemed to act like nothing was wrong, so I took his cue and pretended that everything about this absurd situation was totally normal.

“Here you go,” I said as I extended my right hand holding his soda. I was standing right next to him now, and from where he was sitting he was inches away from my now uncovered cock.

Mark once again broke his view from the television and turned to look at the can of Coke as he reached for it, moving his eyes to his left as he grabbed the drink and looked directly at my exposed genitals. He kept looking as he popped the tab on the can, and slowly took a sip. I could almost feel his eyes on my shaft and balls as the blood rushed to them, causing me to grow to a thick half-chub. My cock felt heavy as it grew towards the floor and my sack tightened up against my body. I distracted myself from that feeling by opening my own can of soda and taking a sip, watching his eyes as he watched my brazen display.

“Well,” Mark began as he finally looked away, “might as well take a seat and watch TV. No point in covering up now, I’ve seen everything.”

I moved past him and took my seat on the opposite side of the couch, slouching down in a comfortable way with my legs spread as wide as I normally had them. I glanced down and focused briefly on my dick laying heavily on my balls, out in the open in broad daylight, sitting next to Mark who was now sporting the beginning of a tent in his shorts.

Fifteen minutes later the show ended and Mark turned the TV off as he turned to face me. “So, how’s it feel sitting there completely naked?”

“Honestly,” I began as I carefully chose my next words. “Totally normal. Before you moved in I never wore clothes in the house, and even sometimes went outside like this.”

Mark raised his eyebrow at that last statement. “I kinda figured you did, we’d talked about it before so I knew you liked to hang out in the buff. I appreciate you covering up for my benefit, but I really don’t care one way or the other you know.”

I was quite shocked by that admission, and offered as much. “Really? I just assumed you’d rather not see me like this.”

“Eh, it’s just a penis, I have one, too and it never bothered me to see my own. Why would it bother me to see yours?”

He had a point, so I decided to turn the tables on him. “That’s true,” I said as I took another sip of my drink. “Why don’t you give it a shot. You might like it, it’s nice to not have shorts getting in the way of everything and you get used to the feeling pretty quickly.”

“Yeah, I might at some point. In the meantime though, feel free to…feel konya escort free,” he replied as he got up to take his own shower.

I turned the TV back on and watched mindlessly as I waited for Mark to return, hoping that he’d come back as naked as I was. I listened to the sound of the shower over the drone of the TV, imagining what he looked like in there, soaping up his naked body and maybe spending a little extra time on his own genitals and tight little ass. I realized what I was thinking about, and noticed that my cock was no longer laying on my balls, but pointing a little more forward and holding up its own weight. I moved my attention back to the show that was on, and tried to push the image out of my head, but it was difficult.

When Mark finally shut the water off and walked out of the bathroom, I was pretty disappointed to see him wearing his towel around his waist, but I didn’t say anything about it, instead I turned my attention back to the TV and didn’t say anything. We continued that way for the rest of the night, him sitting next to me with his towel on, and me sitting totally naked. I finally decided to call it a night and head to bed.

“Welp, I’m done for the day” I announced as I got up and stretched a little bit before walking back to the kitchen to throw my empty soda can in the trash. I swear I could feel his eyes on my own tight little ass as I walked away. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mark. Goodnight.”

His eyes followed my form as I returned into his view before making my turn into my bedroom and pushing the door mostly closed, leaving it unlatched from the door frame. I stood on the other side for a moment and stared at my bed, pondering the implications of the evening. I made my way across the room and laid down on my stomach, not bothering to cover myself with the blanket, getting excited all over again knowing that he could simply push the door open undetected and gaze once again at my fully exposed ass. From the angle of the door he’d also be able to see my balls from between my slightly spread legs. I dwelled on that thought for a few more moments as I felt my erection grow underneath me. Before I knew it though, I had drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning I wasn’t very well rested for whatever reason and was more groggy than usual, I rolled out of bed and was a little alarmed at first by the lack of underwear in my usual place on my doorknob, and also by the fact that during the night my door had drifted completely open, probably from the pressure change cause by the central air. I felt shockingly exposed again until I recalled the events of the night before. I decided that I might as well continue without cover to get a cup of coffee.

When I walked into the living room, with my morning wood leading the way, I was surprised to find Mark lounging in his usual place on the couch, wearing his usual pair of shorts. His eyes met my erection and widened at the sight of my fully sprung mast greeting him in the early Saturday light.

“Morning,” I mumbled as I made my way to the coffee pot in the kitchen. I could feel his eyes focused on my tight, yet swollen sack between my legs, visible just under my perky little ass. I was surprised to find my cock twitch at the thought.

I returned to the living room under his watchful gaze and took my seat on the couch as my dick slowly began its retreat from full glory. The completely new sense of exposure must have had me pretty worked up because I noticed a little bit of clear precum leaking out from the tip. I was hoping Mark didn’t notice, but the slight grin on his face as he looked away told me he probably did.

“Are you going to stay like that all day?” Mark had a hint of hopefulness in his voice when he asked, and deep down I was glad he seemed to look forward to this change in our living arrangement.

“Probably,” I replied nonchalantly as I sipped from my coffee mug. “It doesn’t make things weird does it?”

Mark thought for a moment as he deliberately looked me over, pausing at the places that were usually covered. “No, it will take a little getting used to, but it’s your house so I won’t complain…not that I really have anything to complain about.”

“You live here, too, Mark. Don’t hesitate to ask me to put something on if you want me to. Or you can join me and lose those shorts if you feel so inclined.”

Mark chuckled a little, “I might at some point in the future, but I’m not quite there,” he replied. “I certainly don’t mind you being naked though, it’s different and honestly kind of cool.”

“Suit yourself, you’re really missing out!”

We sat in silence for several minutes drinking our coffee and we both seemed to be enjoying the peacefulness of the morning. Mark finally broke the silence, “Hey, I’m going to drive back up to my parents house and grab a few things from my old room, wanna go with me?”

I thought for a second, but I was really enjoying hanging out nude again and wanted to stay that way as long as possible. “Nah, I think I’ll stay here today. Tell your folks I said hi though.”

“Alright, I’m going to get ready and head out then,” he said as he stood up and walked back to his room. He left his door open and I could hear the sounds of him changing into his jeans from his gym shorts.

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Megan stood naked in front of her closet. She was thinking about what would be appropriate to wear for her 3rd day. She threw out most of her old cloths. They didn’t reflect who she was now. Her new closet consisted of the cloths she bought yesterday. Everything was skimpy and bright colors. Megan loved it. Every item showed off her body rather than hiding it like her old clothed did. Wearing her new outfits made her feel sexy and desired. The feeling was addictive.

Megan selected a high waist, tiny, red g-string thong. Then, she picked out a velcro wrap around yellow schoolgirl miniskirt. The thong strings were sitting well above the skirt – so fully visible. The wrap around skirt was really short. From the back, the bottom part of her ass was fully visible. And in the front, she was mostly covered, but only if she stood still. For the top, Megan selected a white shimmer bikini top. They had little triangles covered her nipples and had under-boob cutouts. The top was a little small – so when Megan put it on, she had to really stretch it, which caused a lot of the breast to show in the cutout. You could almost see a little of the nipple picking out.

Lauren, the store manager, was the first to see and greet Megan when she arrived.

“Oh my God – look at you. You are like a walking wet dream. I love this outfit. “

“Thank you. I feel so sexy in it” responded Megan and gave a little twirl – which caused the skirt to rise up – exposing her thong.

“I need to run some errands today – so it will be you and José manning the store. You remember José – from yesterday. You two really hit it off. “

Megan definitely remembered José – especially his finger in her ass – and how he did whatever he wanted to her body without bothering to ask.

“Megan – José is in charge. He is your boss for today. You will do what he says. He has a lot of experience in this industry so I think he will be a great mentor. “

Megan was so focused on what Lauren was saying, she didn’t notice José standing behind her. She only realized his presence when she felt his hand on her ass under the little schoolgirl skirt. José timed squeezing her ass with Lauren saying that he was in-charge, reinforcing the message.

“Alright. I am off. Have fun.” Lauren said as she started to leave.

“Megan – I am going to teach you about an area within kink that a lot of our clients like to try – so have lots of questions about it. It’s a form of power play where one person submits to the other. You are a natural submissive – so it will be easy for you. You can think of it like a master and slave dynamic. You are the slave, and I am the master. Like Lauren said, I am in charge today. So, you will do whatever I say without hesitation no matter what. Do you understand?”

“Yes” responded Megan.

“You can address me as sir or master,” said José.

“Yes sir.”

“Good.” José critically evaluated Megan for a few moments without speaking.

“Skirt off. It’s too much. Top off too. I have a different top for you to wear today.”

Megan did as she was told. The skirt was so easy to take off. One velcro rip – and the wrap around schoolgirl skirt was off. The pulled the top off too – and stood in front of José in just her high waist g-string thong and high heels.

José passed Megan a little package – “your top”.

The package contained a thin leather choker with metal chains hanging connected to the front and nipple clamps at the end of the chains. Megan was already turned on. She could feel her wetness. Her nipples stood erect. She slowly put on the choker, and connected the nipple clamps to her hard, sensitive nipples.

José waited for Megan to finish – and then continued. “Today I am your master. I want you to really learn about submission. So, today, you will do whatever anyone in the store asks you to do. Every customer coming through the door is your master.”

Megan resumed her regular duties of greeting customers. Everyone was really nice – and no one really made her do anything. She asked them if she could help them find anything or answer any questions. Most people just smiled or replied that they are just browsing. One lady asked if the nipple clamps hurt, and Megan had to answer honestly that they felt good.

“Holy Shit – Megan, is that you.” Megan knew the voice before she even turned to see who was speaking. It was Ben. Her parents and his parents were best friends, so her and Ben ended up spending a lot of time together. And now, they went to the same college and even had some of the same classes. She thought that Ben had a crush on her, but he never acted on it.

“Holy Shit – what are you doing here” asked Ben.

“I work here” replied Megan.

“Is that the uniform?”

“They have these probationary task things to increase confidence aksaray sınırsız escort – so they have me wear all kinds of stuff.”

“Damn – I mean damn. You look very hot.”

“Thank you” responded Megan.

José happened to overhear the conversation.

“Hi there. I am José. I am the manager here. I see you and our Megan know each other. She is really great. We all love having her here. ” José casually padded Megan’s ass.

“She is one hot piece of ass. And look at those tits.” José casually pulled on one of the chains connected Megan’s choker to her nipple causing Megan’s entire breast to lift up, pulled by the nipple. Megan turned bright red from humiliation but didn’t make any action to stop José. There she was with her tits out, nipple clamped, with the choker, and the chains, and the tiny high waisted stripper G-string and her high heels. And on top of that, José was putting on a show to her childhood friend.

Ben stood there mesmerized watching José play with Megan’s big tits.

After a small pause for effect, José continued “she has a nice little tight cunt too.” José without asking, just pulled Megan’s thong to the side, and pushed a finger inside her.

“She is so fucking wet. Slut loves it. Don’t you?” José kept his finger inside her – moving it slowly around while asking Megan.

“Yes sir” responded Megan breathlessly.

José pulled his finger out – and holding it up, “see how wet she is. Bitch is dripping.” He then put it in his mouth – and sucked on his own finger. “Mmmm. Bitch is sweet.”

Megan didn’t move to fix the thong. She just stood there, frozen, pussy exposed. Her face flushed with humiliation and lust. She knew her pussy was dripping wet. She desperately wanted José to push his finger back inside her.

“Slut, on your knees.”

José opened the zipper on his pants and pulled his cock out. Megan knew exactly what was expected of her. She was on her knees in an instant – eye level with José crotch. When he pulled his cock out, it was inches from her face. Megan moved in closer and started by kissing the head, and then taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it. Her world was his cock. She forgot about Ben – and focused on the cock.

José continued, facing Ben and ignoring Megan sucking his cock. “You know Megan from childhood? They sure do grow up fast, don’t they. ” José put his hand behind Megan’s head and pushed her towards his cock, forcing her to deepthroat him.

“You ever fuck her” continued José.

Ben just shook his head – mesmerized by the scene in front of him. There was the girl he was too afraid to ask on a date, naked, tits swinging from side to side, her tits pulled up by the nipple clamps, ass out, thong to the side, pussy clearly wet, her head bubbling up and down on some guy’s hard cock.

“You ever jerk off thinking about her tight little wet cunt.” continued José.

Ben nodded his head.

“Let me give you some advice. You have to give girls what they need, what makes their cunts went, not what they think they want. Now, I am not saying every girl is a slut like Megan, what I am saying, is you have to figure out what a girl needs and give her that, and she will be yours. Take Megan here, she is a natural submissive. Her cunt gets wet from humiliation, submission, and exhibitionism. That’s what you have to give her, and she will be yours. “

Megan continued sucking José cock. Every so often, she would try to deepthroat it to see how deep she can get before choking.

José continued talking like it was just a normal conversation between two guys, oblivious to the naked girl at his feet sucking his cock.

“I am not humiliating Megan because I am an asshole. I do it because of deepest sense of respect for her. I am helping her discover her fantasy and explore it. I give her the space and freedom to try anything she wants. My role is to facilitate her fantasy not to impose my fantasy on her. “

Sucking José cock, and having Ben watch, was turning Megan on even more than she thought possible. She kept thinking “why can’t they just stop talking and fuck me already.” She moved her hand between her legs to play with her clit, hoping for some relief. “God, I am so fucking wet” thought Megan.

Ben had an unobstructed view of Megan’s ass. He was mesmerized seeing Megan’s fingers expertly play with her clit, and then slip two fingers inside herself. She was timing the thrusts into her pussy with her cock socking. Every time she would take the cock deeper in her mouth, she would plunge the fingers deeper inside herself.

Oblivious, José continued talking. “Look, it’s nature. You got a dick. You got to stick that thing inside some fertile cunt. You got balls. They are producing cum all day long and you need to release amasya ukraynalı escort it. You can’t hold it in or you’ll go crazy. So, you need to release that cum. Now, take Megan. She has a cunt and she needs it filled. It’s the opposite of you. You got to stick that thing somewhere, and she needs her hole full. You go crazy if you don’t get a release, and she goes crazy if she doesn’t get it filled. And take cum, you need to release it, and she needs it. She craves it. It’s like a drug. You can’t withhold it. You understand. It’s nature. You make the drug, and she is addicted to it. It’s like a relationship between a drug dealer and a drug addict, they need each other. “

Megan’s horny mind heard the word cum. Megan picked up the pace with a new sense of urgency – sucking deeper and faster and thrusting the fingers inside herself.

José continued “the problem is society, and religion, and all this bullshit that gets wrapped together with sexuality. People try to suppress their physical needs and hide their desires and fantasies. People are made to feel like they are degenerates just because of what turns them on. That’s a terrible and a fucked-up way to live. “

Megan was so close. She could feel her orgasm building. Her entire body tensing, getting ready for it. She had two fingers pumping her pussy hard and fast, making wet slushing sounds with each thrust.

Ben stood behind her, frozen, mesmerized, his eyes glues on her pussy and her hands furiously pumping in and out.

José grabbed Megan by her hair, and puller her head off his cock. The action took Megan completely by the surprised. She fell back, landing on her ass, her legs wide open with a needy, confused, angry look.

José finally addressed Megan directly “slut, you cum when I tell you to cum.”

He then resumed his conversation with Ben. “You can’t let these sluts cum. You have to keep those cunts hungry and needy. That’s the only way they will break through all those barriers society created for them in their heads. It’s hard, but it has to be done. It’s for their own good. “

Megan still sat where she landed. Her legs splayed out with her pussy gaping open.

José ignored her and continued facing Ben. “If you really care about her, you need to use her, humiliate her. You really need to push yourself. Come up with whatever depravity you can imagine. It’s the only way she will breakthrough past all those cultural barriers in her mind. And under no circumstance can you let her orgasm, or we need to start from the beginning. A cunt needs to be horny and needy. “

“Go ahead, try it. She will do anything you say.”

Megan looked from José to Ben. José was right. She desperately needed a cock.

Not able to think of anything else, Ben just said “strip”.

Megan immediately pulled her thong off, took her stripper heels off, and then the nipple clamps, gently unclamping her over sensitive nipples, and finally the choker. She was completely nude now. She was still sitting on the floor, in the middle of an aisle surrounded by dildos and in-between two fully dressed men.

Ben was shocked that Megan actually did it. He gave a command, and she actually did it.

“Grab a dildo from the shelf and fuck yourself with it”.

Megan was like a sex crazed animal. She looked around and grabbed the first dildo she saw. It was a black, thick 9inch beast. She went on her back, legs wide open, and started to push the beast inside her. She was grunting and moaning, pushing it deeper, impaling herself on it. It felt so good, she felt so full. She started to slowly push it in and out.

“Crawl to me” commanded Ben.

Megan turned over and got on all fours. The black dildo sticking out, wedged deep in her pussy. She started to slowly crawl towards Ben. Keeping her eyes directly on his. She was seductively wiggling her ass. Her tits swaying from side to side with every step.

When Megan’s face was a few inches from Ben’s bulge, Megan stopped and sat down on back of her feet.

“Sir, may I suck your cock.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, sir, may I suck your cock. I will do such a good job. You can push it as deep down my throat as you like. I need your cock. You can cum anywhere you like. You can cum on my face or in my mouth. I won’t waste a single drop. You can put your cock into any hole. My pussy is so wet and tight. You cock will feel amazing. You can put it in my virgin ass. You can take my ass virginity. Please, let me suck and fuck your cock.”

Ben took his hard penis out. He had to pull his pants around his knees. It wasn’t as slick as the way José did it with just taking the cock through the zipper.

Megan immediately went for it. She licked the shaft from the bottom to the top, and then kissed each ball, and antalya yaşlı escort even tried to take each one entirely into her mouth – and play with them with her tongue. After a bit of teasing and playing, she focused on the shaft, starting a solid motion of sucking on the cock – going up and down, using her tongue, and taking it as deep as she could. Megan’s ass was sticking out, and José couldn’t pass up the opportunity. While Megan sucked Ben’s cock, José focused on her ass. He first removed the thick dildo – leaving Megan’s pussy gaping from the wide intrusion. He easily put three fingers into her pussy, and played with her a bit, being careful not to get her to cum, just keeping her on the edge. He then pulled an anal vibrator from the shelf, lubricated it with her pussy juices, and pushed it into her ass. He put it on the lowest setting. Just to keep her frustrated, too low to orgasm.

Ben couldn’t last any longer. He grabbed Megan’s head and kept her from pulling away. Megan tried to swallow as fast as she could, but it was too much, she choked on some of it, and after Ben finally let her go, some of the cum dripped down her chin. Megan carefully collected all of it with her finger, and licked it off, swallowing, and then opened her mouth showing to Ben and José that she swallowed everything.

“Ben, you’re in college right? Are you in a frat?” asked José.

“Yeah, I am in Sigma Phi”

“I have a favor to ask. You understand that Megan needs a lot of help. I want you to call up all your frat brothers and bring them here. We are going to setup a booth in the back, for Megan to service all of them. Today, we will focus on practicing her mouth skills. Also, I think the more cum she drinks, the more her brain will rewire itself to break down all those societal barriers. “

Megan didn’t move to object or say anything. She was sitting naked, and happy, with the taste of cum still lingering in her mouth. She was still extremely horny but the lingering taste of cum in her mouth was making her happy. A part of her, the brain, found what José just said, crazy. Her brain was telling her to put a stop to all this. But her brain wasn’t in charge, her pussy was, and her pussy loved the idea of more cum and more cocks.

Ben took out his phone, snapped a pic of naked Megan, and then started txt’ing furiously.

José came over to Megan. “Megan, come with me. I have a room prepared for you.” He led Megan naked through the store to the back area where the changing rooms were. He led her into one of the modified booths. There was a big screen tv there – playing hardcore porn. The girl was bouncing on a cock, while sucking another cock with her large tits swinging in every direction. The volume on the tv was set pretty low, but in the small booth, it was all that Megan heard, sounds of sex, and moaning.

On the other wall, there was a hole cut out at about crotch level.

“Megan, guys are going to put their cocks through this hole. You suck them off. You can either swallow it or have them cum on body or face. You understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“This is called a glory hole. They have them in the cheap whorehouses. We also have cameras installed in this room. We are going to stream it live. There are a few rules. First, you need to make sure every cock cum’s. Second, you must not cum. Third, thank every cock. Alright – that’s about it. Introduce yourself and wait for a cock to come through.”

With that José, left her, and closed the door. Megan was alone in the little room – with the large tv playing hardcore porn, with sounds of sex and moaning filling the little booth. Megan positioned herself next to the hole in the wall and saw the little camera above it. Looking into the camera, Megan introduced herself.

“Hello everyone. My name is Megan. I am a needy slut. Today, I am in a glory hole. I will suck every cock that comes through this hole. I hope I can do a good job. You can cum in my mouth or on my face. You can also come on my big tits.” Megan grabbed her tits and man-handled them for effect.

“I hope to taste you very soon.”

Megan didn’t need to wait long before the first cock came through the hole. Megan immediately went to work, licking and sucking. He didn’t last long and Megan swallowed every drop. There were 10 cocks in total. Some cum into Megan’s mouth, and some on her face and tits. By the end, Megan had a layer of dry cum covered her face, and her body. Whenever someone came on her tits, she would rub it all over herself like lotion. So, by the end, she was covered in cum.

José opened the booth door to find Megan on the floor, covered in dry cum, happy and smiling. She was absentmindedly rubbing cum into her clit.

“Megan you were amazing. I am very proud of you. We are all so proud of you. It takes amazing courage to do what you are doing. This probation is almost over, and you are absolutely acing it. You are done for today. We will see you tomorrow, same time. We don’t have showers here but looks like it’s all mostly dry. So, you can just wear your cloths over it. “

Megan just nodded and smiled. She had no intention of washing the cum off.

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She looked down as he adjusted the tiny top for her, smoothing the fabric. His index and middle fingers of both hands slid down the inside of the thin material, while his black thumbs rode down the outside. She thought she felt him pause long enough to tease her nipples with the possibility of a squeeze between those fingers as he fussed over her.

The shorter one tugged gently at the strings rising above her hip bones from behind her, causing the tiny triangle to which they were attached to pull into her slit. The response was immediate.

Tim watched casually from the rack a few feet away from the fitting room doorway where they attended to her, sizing up yet another tiny bikini. Looking beyond the tall one that was tending to her top, she noticed the other customers seemed unconcerned about what they were doing.

At least a first.

The gentle strokes on her breasts continued and the shorter one opened his palms and began to massage her ass cheeks. She wasn’t aware of her sigh, but it made enough noise to draw the attention of a gentleman shopping with his wife. He grinned as they made eye contact.

She smiled back at him and pulled herself up taller, thrusting her tits toward him, surprising even herself with her boldness. The taller one read the cue and pulled the fabric away, exposing her nipple to the voyeur before quickly covering it with his mouth. The shorter one kissed the back of her neck, right at the top of her spine while he continue to squeeze her ass. The chills made her eyes close and when she opened them her new admirer had stepped closer, getting a better look. His partner seemed to be aware of where he was but continued to shop without him.

She saw Tim rubbing his cock through his pants, smiling at her boldness. She reached for the dick nearest to her and found that the taller man had already pulled it out. Sliding to her knees she was happy that there were no pants to get in her way. He was soft when she started, but his erection filled quickly and she eagerly sucked him as far into her throat as she could. She was enjoying this new-found sense of power she had over men, and feeling them grow in her mouth was just another reminder of that power.

He shuffled a bit to her left, making room for the shorter one. When he did, she could see that her admirer’s wife or girlfriend had joined him, and was now stroking his dick in the open air of the store. A few others moved closer to them, but their attention was on Jen. Her attention was on the shorter man’s cock while she sucked the taller one. The colors fascinated her. His head was bright pink, then a smattering of hues that eventually merged into the dark brown that disappeared into his pubic hair.

She looked back to see Tim, but from the vantage of the stock room door, she couldn’t see him. It didn’t matter, she was happily busy sucking the two cocks that were generously offered to her. As she turned from side to side, one of the men held the back of her head, allowing them both to fuck her mouth. She rested into his strong palm, allowing them to use her for her own pleasure. She got glimpses of the small group that was watching. One of the women was touching herself. Jen tried to do the same, but lost her balance, falling forward. The taller man caught her.

“Let’s go in here,” the shorter one said. “It’s more comfortable. She turned and followed him into the doorway, taking a seat on a tattered rose-colored couch.

“This must be where Kate did it,” she thought to herself.

She sat between the two Jamaican men, without a stitch of clothing between the three of them. She leaned to her right to suck the taller man’s cock. Then to the left to take care of his friend. She bounced back and forth between them, noting the crowd. She was happy to see Mickey and Kate smiling back at her.

She noticed the differences in the two cocks as she sucked them. One was longer. The other was fatter. The smells were afyon günlük escort remarkably different. The skin seemed the same, but one throbbed harder in her mouth. She felt fingers creeping into her pussy as she leaned to her right, exposing her pussy and ass to the other.

“I need to get fucked.” She looked at the two, wondering which she might take first.

“Then let me help you with that,” the taller said as he stretched across the bed. His head was near the door, so when Jen straddled him she could look across the sales floor. Tim was happily stroking himself. Richard was more subtle, but she could see the undeniable outline of his erect cock beneath the fabric of his pants.

She lowered herself slowly onto the black man’s cock, looking down at herself to take in the sight. She could see it pulsing. And when she could no longer see it, that throbbing continued in her cunt. She could feel its pulse spreading toward every inch of her body. Her pace was slow and easy. She was certainly in no hurry.

The shorter man stood in front of her, one foot on either side of his coworker’s head. He fed his cock to Jen, and she took the meal like a starving woman. Kate reached beneath her and softly pinched her nipples.

There was no orgasm. No building intensity that erupted into intense pleasure. Rather, the sensation ebbed and flowed. It was as though she were being lifted and moved by a wave of sexual pleasure, pulling and pushing her across a wide expansive sea. She could feel herself trembling at the sensations as she ground herself into one cock and was being force-fed another.

The crowd was larger now, surrounding the bed. She could see those in the front clearly, their faces illuminated by the spotlight hanging over the large white bed. Those further to the back were mere shadows in the darkness.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Richard at the edge of the bed. He was already naked; that impressive erection bobbing in her direction. Kate moved toward him, hands and knees and open mouth.

“Of course she would,” Jen smiled to herself. She was eager to see what her friend could do with that massive dick, but she was only able to take a little more than Jen did in the van, but she tried valiantly.

Jen turned her attention back to the men filling her. The shorter man’s cock was not as long as the other’s, but it was thick and filled her nicely as she bumped up and down on it. She noticed the smell of her own pussy on the taller man’s dick, though she wasn’t sure how he got from under her into her mouth.

The bed shifted as Richard worked his way behind her. She felt the warmth of his skin as he moved close to her. She waited for the shorter man to remove his cock, but he didn’t. She tried to raise up in order for him to free himself, but Richard’s strong hands held her in place.

She knew immediately what he was intending to do. She also knew that it was impossible. Her virgin ass could never accommodate something that big, especially when her pussy was filled with another cock. She tried to speak but that dick in her mouth made words impossible.

She felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart. Her heart pounded, her mind racing. Somewhere a voice was screaming for him to stop, but the word never escaped her lips. The tip of his dick was warm against her asshole. She knew she would be split in two if he tried. Then suddenly, he pushed.

She awoke with a start.

Panting, sweating, heart pounding.

Morning light was trickling in through her bedroom window. The pictures of her children stared down at her from the chest across the room.

A dream? But it was so real. Her nipples were stiff and still stinging from Kate’s manipulation. A quick check returned soaking-wet fingers and the realization that her clit was on overdrive. Her asshole tingled with the anticipation of what she still felt was coming, somehow.

Had aydın üniversiteli escort she been touching herself? Had Tim been playing with her?

She looked at him. Sleeping soundly. His naked body covered only with a sheet. She peered under it to see that his morning erection was already building.

…………………………………………..

Tim was pulled from his sleep suddenly. The feeling was familiar, but the setting was all wrong.

He looked through the dawn light to see Jen, hair tussled, nude, sucking his cock. He was fully erect. He wondered how long she had been doing it. He was rigid.

“Good morning,” she said matter-of-factly, as though she were in the middle of some task, and returned to his dick.

She kicked the sheet away and pushed his hip, putting him flat on his back. Without a word, she straddled him and slid onto his erection. Her pussy was soaked. And hot. He could only guess what she had been up to before she woke him.

She leaned forward, burying her face into his shoulder and riding him like a jockey on the home stretch, slapping him with her ass hard enough that he was certain that they would both be bruised. The bed squeaked beneath them, matching her rhythm. She came, whimpering, the first time. Then bit into his shoulder to muffle her shrieks on the second. Somehow, apparently, she was still aware that the kids were in the house.

As the second subsided, she sat up straight, breathing deeply. He watched the sweat roll down her skin as she ground into him.

“I needed that,” she gasped between breaths.

“What has gotten into you?”

She shook her head silently, and then leaned forward again, this time the angle was different, as was the speed, but the slower motion brought her to another climax quickly. As she came, she reached to her ass with her right hand and squeezed her breast with her left. He could feel her fingers dangling over and scraping his dick as she rode him. Then the pressure on his cock changed. She froze and held her breath, suspended for a few seconds before releasing it all into yet another orgasm.

Again, she sat up, pulling his cock out. He watched as she reached for her pussy, soaking her fingers, and then leaned forward again, reaching farther between her legs. His dick was in her hand again, she stroked it lightly with her slick fingers, then aimed it once again.

He wasn’t sure what she was doing, but something felt wrong. The angle wasn’t right for him to penetrate her. She was clearly focused on her task, so he knew she would correct her course. But she didn’t. He felt the tip of his dick make contact with her. Without ever releasing his shaft, she pushed back into it. He felt her opening give way.

“Jen, that’s…”

“Shh!”

Tim froze, not knowing what to do next. He felt her warmth envelop the head of his cock, squeezing the tip. She pushed again, breathed deeply, and then yet again. His dick was inching up into her, pushing its way through the tightness of this untested channel. She licked her fingers and reached behind herself, smearing it on his dick. Another push. Another advance.

He would have guessed that he was halfway into her ass when she leaned all the way forward again. The movement was enough to allow his cock to creep farther into the warm pressure of his wife’s ass. She slowly began to grind back into it. Bit by bit he could feel the constrictions release, react, and squeeze again as he inched further inside.

Her breathing was soft but determined. At times, he could feel her contracting around him. Whether it was intentional or not he couldn’t say. He didn’t care. Her ass made him harder with each new motion.

She sat up straight again. Eyes closed. Concentration. Intention. He could see the base of his dick, pointing upward into Jen. From this position he couldn’t see the entry point, but he hardly needed sahibe escort ağrı to.

Suddenly, the constriction released. Jen moaned and slid down his dick, her soft ass settling around it. Her eyes opened and she smiled at him, looking like a small smug child who had achieved a goal without the aid of a grown-up.

He felt her squeezing again. This time it was clearly intentional. She leaned forward to kiss him. He could do nothing but kiss her as passionately as he was able. She inhaled deeply as they intertwined their tongues, then she began making small backward thrusts with her ass. Her hand slid between them and she found her clit. He knew the instant she arrived. He reached for her breasts and tugged at her stiff nipples. They, too, were desperately sensitive.

She stayed in that position. Masturbating, fucking, and – he was more than a little certain – entertaining a fantasy as she milked his cock.

Tim closed his eyes and thought of Richard. “I’ll need to thank him sometime.”

An instant later, he erupted, which seemed to initiate yet another orgasm for Jen.

…………………………………………

They were running late. She had needed some extra time in the bathroom this morning. And masturbating one more time in the shower had added another five minutes. The kids were slow, too. Too much time with the grandparents had made them a little less responsive to instruction than they were a week ago.

She really wanted to stay home. In bed. All day. But that wasn’t realistic and she knew it. She didn’t begrudge going, but she would have preferred more sex. She wondered if Tim would be up for it. She knew that she would have to explain what it was that she had put him through this morning. Not that he was complaining. And she knew that when she told him about her dream he would more than likely be ready to relive the whole thing all over again.

The parking lot was crowded. That was predictable. It always was when something special was going on. They got the kids settled and made their way up the stairs and down the hall, where they found a large group creating some congestion in the main lobby outside the sanctuary.

…………………………………………..

Tim’s brain was a frenzied mess. There had been no time for a conversation after sex this morning. He couldn’t imagine what had prompted that. All he got from Jen when it was over was a quick kiss before she darted off to the bathroom.

It was the typical Sunday madhouse, trying to get the kids ready and out the door. They wound up parking on the far end of the lot so they were arriving far later than he intended to. Now trying to work through the crowd was adding another challenge.

“Oh, look who found their way back home!” Dan extended his hand to Tim at the top of the stairs. “Have you met them yet?”

“No, we just got here. I’m sorry I missed dinner last night, but we were trying to get everything out of our vacation that we could.”

“Good time?” Dan asked.

Tim could feel himself blushing. “Unbelievable.”

“Oh, there they are. Tim!” Tim could hear Ted across the din, waving them over.

As Tim turned toward him he sensed something. He wasn’t quite sure what it was. The few people between Ted and Tim parted a bit to let him and Jen pass. He spotted a tall gray-haired man with his back turned to him, facing Ted, and a blonde at his side.

Tim felt it in the pit of his stomach. His pace slowed as his brain registered what he was seeing. The only sound he heard was a tiny squeak from behind him as Jen saw the couple turning toward them.

Mickey’s broad smile diminished only slightly when he made eye contact with Tim.

“Tim. Jen. Let me introduce you to our new minister and his wife. Reverend Michael Carson and his wife Katherine.”

Author’s Note

I have enjoyed writing this story. It is my first attempt at a piece this long. The characters have, in a few instances, taken me to places that I did not originally expect. I’m sure if I had it to do over again, they would take me somewhere else.

I do have thoughts about a sequel. Or perhaps a prequel. Your input would be well-received.

Thank you for sticking with Tim and Jen to the end.

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Some fun in a pre-Covid world

Ariel was pleased with her latest numbers. Her original Instagram account was now drawing more than 6,000 unique hits per month. She created videos about her normal life, but was clever and creative enough to make them interesting to lots of others. The comments from viewers were mostly positive, after you skipped all of the trashy misogynistic flamers. She had learned to love the attention she was getting with her clever videos. People really seemed to care about her and encouraged her to create more content. Most of those just wanted her to show more skin, but she had learned to really enjoy the compliments on her body, hair, face and attitude. She had come a long way from the shy girl in Akron to a more world-wise woman in Chicago. Now she loved the attention and she wanted more.

Her friend Tommy was an IT geek and had helped several models and aspiring actors to expand their social media presence. He had been encouraging her for months to develop a YouTube channel of her own, by using expanded versions of her Instagram videos. He had also been encouraging her to sleep with him, also with no results so far.

Ariel certainly needed a better way to earn a living. At age 22 she had originally gone to NY to model for a lingerie firm. Her slim body stood 5′ 10″ with natural red hair, blue eyes, a creamy skin, C cup breasts and a firm round ass. The modeling pay was inconsistent, but was an ongoing source of income. Like thousands of women before her, she tried acting and got some bit parts in theatre productions – but Broadway wasn’t ready for her style. She eventually found a niche in upscale strip clubs in Chicago and made decent tips there. She wasn’t whoring, she just liked to show off her body. She especially enjoyed clubs with dancing cages where she could safely flaunt her stuff and enjoy the adulation of the crowd. That’s where her last vestiges of modesty were discarded and her natural exhibitionism had flourished.

Ariel had been dating lots of guys ever since high school. She enjoyed their attention and never missed an opportunity to wiggle her ass or flash something at a passing man. She loved the control she had over them. She had slept with many, but hadn’t found real love — sort of like Joni Mitchell’s description: “Now it’s just another show, you leave ’em laughing when you go”.

She had joined Facebook to expand her social contacts and found it helpful, but annoying. She could broadcast everything she did to her friends, but in return, had to watch unlimited numbers of postings from people she hardly knew. After a while, she found the whole thing tedious and boring.

She got back into the game when Facebook bought Instagram and she discovered the fun in creating short videos about her favorite subject — herself. Instead of dancing for 50 people in a club, she could perform — virtually — for thousands. She created several exotic dance routines that emphasized her best assets: her face, her hair and her ass. Her followers count soared in a few months and she reveled in the positive comments she received from people all over the world.

Her exhibitionism had grown to a new level. She continued to push the envelope of Instagram’s standards with more flesh and more explicit talk until the moderators blocked one video and suggested she tone down the sex appeal. But she had created a brand for herself and wanted to expand it further. There was some income from Instagram Badges, but that wouldn’t even pay for groceries.

Tommy followed her progression and suggested that she should move on to YouTube.

“With your looks and screen presence you could start to monetize those videos. It’s nice to be popular on Instagram, but it’s even better to be rich.” He advised.

Moving to YouTube would require her to create a more long-form video format that had more content than just her cute ass and flirting remarks. Tommy promised to help her develop the content and to get it publicized. She could point her Instagram followers to her YouTube channel, but there had to be some new, more provocative content. She and Tommy discussed the limits of most online platforms when it came to sexually themed videos. You could talk about sex, but you couldn’t show it.

Tommy’s analysis of her followers’ profiles revealed that most were 18-30 years old, mostly male, but with significant female interest as well. Recurring comments asked questions about sex, love, relationships and sex. Ariel’s online persona had given the impression of a smart, worldly and open-minded woman who wasn’t shy about her sexuality. Her followers believed her to be an expert on all things sexual. And that was the key to her next endeavor.

Tommy and Ariel agreed there was plenty of raunchy porn-adjacent video on YouTube, but there was a also vast demand for educational videos on any subject: how to replace a water heater, how to tune-up a 2012 Hyundai, how to apply for a student loan, etc. Could they combine that how-to model with her sexual Adana Yabancı Escort themes and create a popular project?

It was Ariel who first verbalized the concept. “We should create how-to videos for sexual activities. You know, how to give a good blowjob, how to extend your orgasm, how to convince your partner to try anal, etc.”

“You know that won’t fly.” Tommy objected. “You can’t show explicit sex on YouTube. Their automated review process has plenty of algorithms to recognize it and block it.”

“I know dummy.” Ariel smirked. “But you can talk about sex and describe everything and make it seem real enough. Heck, you could even use medical anatomy diagrams to explain things. People would love it! It’s not pornography, it’s educational.”

They both agreed that they had a workable model for success on YouTube and started assembling the pieces. They set up a bare-bones TV studio in her spare bedroom with lighting and a crude backdrop. They hung large bath towels on the walls that weren’t seen on camera to reduce the echo in the room. Tommy already owned a hand-held HD camera with a zoom lens and other features and a laptop with significant video editing capabilities. He created some graphics with a logo, her name and titling ability.

The only thing missing was the sexually implicit, but outwardly clean, content. That’s where Ariel’s experience proved so valuable. From her interactions with her thousands of followers, she knew what questions they had. She intended to satisfy that demand by playing an experienced sex counselor onscreen to expand her brand beyond just being a hot body. A sex counselor with a wink in her eye and a giggle in her voice.

Her first YouTube video was basically an introduction of herself and her admirable goal of “helping everyone improve their ability to give and receive sexual pleasure”. She wore a conservative suit, but with a frilly blouse unbuttoned to reveal some cleavage. She wore enough makeup to emphasize her features, but not overdone like a hooker. She sat behind a table, but made sure her long legs were emphasized in the zoom-out shots. She wanted a backdrop showing naked people, but, knowing the YouTube standards, they chose DaVinci’s Vitruvian Man and Botticelli’s The Birth of Venus. Who could object to great art from the 15th century? She named the show: ‘Making It Better with Ariel’.

Ariel posted a few new videos on Instagram, each of them mentioning her new YouTube channel. Several thousand of her followers followed the link and saw her new image as the savvy and witty counselor. Over 2,000 immediately followed her on YouTube, but she knew she would need something bold to start some real buzz. It had to be a question that was sexually interesting without being overtly sexual.

Tommy suggested the idea of “What is an orgasm?” and Ariel agreed that was perfect. She started doing her online research and read several boring medical research papers and psychological theories about sexual climax. Definitions varied from “sexual trance and climax via rhythmic entrainment” through “le petit mort” (the little death). She figured out the most effective balance between scientific jargon and common, crude terms. Those terms could be enhanced with the right meaning when delivered with a subtle wink, sideways glance, smirking smile, knowing nod or whole body gesture. And Ariel was very good at all of them.

“The male orgasm seems simpler than the female.” She explained on camera. “Men can reach orgasm faster than most women (sad frown) and after ejaculation their organ quickly shrinks (slowly moves thumb and index finger together with disapproving downward gaze). Many people, male and female, vocalize their feelings very loudly (holds hands over ears and grimaces) which seems to increase their pleasure.”

The first orgasm video was a hit. People thought it was both informative and funny. She plugged it on her Instagram account and drove the numbers sky high — for her – 10,000 hits in the first three days. She had joined the YouTube Partner Program so she could earn income from ad sales and got her first real taste of online revenue.

In the following weeks they created more “lessons” based on masturbation, oral sex, anal sex, threesomes and BDSM. All of them included clear verbal descriptions of the acts, some artful diagrams or artistic images, but no explicit demonstrations of the real thing. It was full time work, but the revenue continued to rise, slowly. Ariel got better at writing and presenting the shows and was proud of her work.

Ariel and Tommy paid attention to all of the initial user comments from the first few YouTube videos. Beyond “Thank you”, “great video” and “you’re a slut” comments, there were lots of people asking for more explicit demonstrations of the subject matter. “Ariel, please make a video of YOU having a real orgasm! I would pay to see that.” Tommy and Ariel looked at each ankara vip escort other after reading that one.

Again, it was Tommy that saw the opportunity first. “Well, we can’t do anything like that on YouTube, but you could build your own website and post almost any content you, or your followers, wanted. We could make a companion video for each of your sex counselor videos where you actually demonstrate the concepts. You could make a lot more money by charging for subscriptions or video on demand. Would you consider becoming a porn star?”

Up to that point, Ariel’s exhibitionism had been limited to sexy outfits, seductive expressions and double meanings in her performances. She had often fantasized about illustrating her sex lessons with her own body, but had left it as fantasy. But now there could be a financial incentive to live out that fantasy and imagine how many views she could get by showing off her beautiful body and her acting talent.

It took Ariel only a few days to make the decision and start seriously planning for her own porn site. She had hesitated as she considered the impact on her family and friends, but they had already adapted to her online role. Surely they wouldn’t object to her just moving to the next step? There were thousands of naked people online pretending to enjoy sex acts. She would be just one more — for now.

Instead of ‘Making it Better with Ariel’ on YouTube, the new title would be ‘Doing it Better with Ariel’. They wanted a URL that indicated the evolution from YouTube so they used “ScrewTube”. Tommy negotiated with hosting vendors to create and host the website. He used their tools to build the site with a few open, alluring, sexy pages and then a paywall to provide access to the serious content that people would pay for.

Ariel wanted to be proud of her new uncensored videos, so they hired a professional videographer and used his studio for the shoots. Things got more complicated with lighting, sound, costumes and the choreography of the scenes. You can’t just record an orgasm. You must provide a setting for it. Is it two person sex or masturbation? If it’s planned for a 15 minute show, what will you be doing for the first 5? For the last 5? Just one orgasm or multiple?

Despite her latent exhibitionism, Ariel had a tough time adjusting to shots of her totally naked and masturbating. But after several takes she grew to accept the invasion of personal privacy when someone shoves a video camera between your legs. She was unable to achieve orgasm at first because the technicians and the atmosphere destroyed her concentration. Tommy eventually solved the problem by setting up a TV screen in front of Ariel and playing porn videos while she pleased herself. She was finally able to reach a true climax and let her acting skills take over. They had to adjust the audio feed down because her screams were overloading the system.

After three weeks and a significant investment in time and money, the website software was ready, but had no video content yet. To build interest, they decided to offer the orgasm video for free as a teaser for joining the site. But if people pay for a subscription, they expect lots of content, not just one video of heavy breathing and screaming. It took another four weeks to create 6 new videos based on the older YouTube educational videos. Ariel recruited willing male volunteers to shoot the sex scenes — and she personally and thoroughly auditioned each one. She let Tommy have the honor of being the lucky man in the original fellatio video.

Working with the male models was exciting and frustrating. They all had beautiful bodies with great muscle structure, handsome faces and significant male equipment. But they didn’t take direction well. Most were used to posing for still photos and tried to always emphasize their physical attributes instead of following Ariel’s directions. In all of their other modeling work they looked directly at the camera and gave sexy smiles. That doesn’t work in videos of people screwing. She had to yell at every one of them: “Don’t look in the fucking camera! Look at me.”

Despite the frustrations as a director, she really enjoyed the pleasures of being the actress. She could direct them to do anything she wanted. Since she needed to demonstrate a successful climax each time, she directed the guys to do everything she liked. Sometimes it required 7 or 8 takes before she was satisfied – with the video. She particularly enjoyed the threesome video. She took it from both ends at the same time and actually forgot about the cameras and people and was completely lost in a fantastic orgasm. Despite her loss of control, that one turned out fine and was one of the most popular episodes.

Ariel was usually the star, director, choreographer and script writer – although the scripts were pretty bare bones. During the video about cunnilingus, she found it particularly hard to simultaneously describe the actions to the audience, direct the other adıyaman evi olan escort actor on where and when to use his tongue, move her body so the camera had a clear view of her vulva and then act out the pleasures of being eaten out and enjoying a screaming orgasm. The human mind can only focus on a few things at one time — and sexual pleasure always gets the maximum focus.

After weeks of strenuous and satisfying work on the videos, Ariel created a video message for her followers on Instagram and YouTube.

“Hi folks. Thanks for all of your support and feedback on my videos. I’m glad that I have pleased you. And now I’m going to please you even more. Many of you have asked me to enhance the sexual lessons videos with actual demonstrations instead of just verbal descriptions. We can’t do that on YouTube, of course, so I have created my own website called ScrewTube. I have also created a series of new videos starring — me! In each one I demonstrate the sights, sounds and actions of the subject activity, using my own body and the bodies of a few partners. Now you can watch the descriptive lessons on YouTube, and then go to ScrewTube for visual demonstrations, using live bodies.”

“My first video is a demonstration of the orgasm. I recorded it while masturbating in my bed. You can watch that one for free. But there are many others available to subscribers to the site. Terms for buying a subscription or viewing individual VOD videos are on the site. That’s all for now. I hope you’ll see me soon!”

By sending that message to her thousands of followers on Instagram and YouTube, she had lit the fuse for the website explosion. The first day there were over 23,000 views, and 8,000 of them bought monthly subscriptions. There were over 10,000 purchases of individual videos. Then it went viral. Her existing followers loved the videos and passed along the link to dozens of their friends. Those friends promoted it to more friends and Ariel became famous — and rich.

For the next few months she continued to create new content for her site and for YouTube. She had over 90,000 subscriptions at $50 per year – you do the math. The individual VOD episodes brought in another $1.5 million. She actually had to hire an accountant to manage the books and do her taxes. Income tax on 6 million is, well, frightening. A nice problem to have. She also hired a full-time cameraman, a lighting director and an audio director. They were all now being managed by an Operations Manager, Jill, and her secretary.

The male actors quickly realized what they had and demanded outrageous fees to perform. At first, she paid them. She had to keep new content coming to satisfy her half million followers. But eventually, their demands became ridiculous and Ariel started looking for alternatives. Again, it was Tommy who first conceived the solution.

“You know,” he said. “You have many thousands of male followers out there who love you and fantasize about screwing you every time they watch one of the videos. We could use them as an alternative to the professional actors by creating an unusual contest — and generate fantastic buzz. Consider this. You announce that any of your followers — male and female I imagine — can submit a photo of themselves. You will then review all of the photos and pick the people you would like and bring them here and record sex videos with you. Every guy out there would instantly stop wanking and submit a picture.”

Ariel saw the potential at once. Done right, it could generate a tsunami of buzz — and followers. She started to enhance Tommy’s initial description.

“Great idea,” She exclaimed. “And we can amp up the buzz even more by requiring the photos show naked bodies. Each guy has to submit two photos, one front and one back showing their whole body, top to toe. They can blur the face to protect their identity if they wish. Then we post all of those thousands of photos in a special section of the website that any paid subscriber can browse. The ultimate meat rack!”

“But, how am I going to evaluate so many photos? It would take years and how could I decide which ones were best?” Ariel wondered.

Tommy once again jumped to the next step. “Even better! YOU don’t pick the winners, the followers do. We create a voting system. The thousands of people who enjoy leering at male bodies would have a ball paging through the pictures. They can vote for up to 5 candidates they like best. We let the contest run for a few weeks and keep track of the voting. Hell, we could release weekly results and make it a horse race. It’s like Eurovision or ‘Americas Got Talent’, except their only talent is looking good naked.”

Ariel’s eyes were focused on a distant point. The potential was huge. The contest itself would become part of the story. There would be lots of media coverage and people decrying it as sinful and disrespectful to men. The audience would be millions! And then she realized the best part: the winners of the contest would come to Chicago and she would have sex with them on livestream! She would be seen as the ultimate prize for men. Since the internet is worldwide, people all over the world would recognize her. She would be the star of a new medium: livestreamed sex. One of the most famous and desired women on earth. She collapsed in her chair with her mouth hanging open.

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It seemed like light years since I left loneliness behind. My pussy was electric and my options were endless. Ed was out of town and I had plenty of naughty thoughts. We were domesticated sex freaks and most marriages weren’t like that even if, in the dark recesses of their minds, they wanted to be.

This was the first day Ed was out of town since we’d begun our hotwife hobby. I thought it would be fun to have a wingwoman but being married with friends who were largely couples cut down the possibilities so I had to fly solo.

Even so, I was pumped up for Friday’s adventures. I looked in the mirror and my version of man bait and liked what I had constructed. All monochrome; white button down top, ridiculously short black skirt, black choker, black lace bra showing through the top, black lace thigh highs and black heels. I tossed my long hair to one side and over my shoulder.

I looked like the alluring bad girl on an old ’50’s film noir movie.

I unbuttoned the top so the bra got center stage, then took a selfie and sent it to Ed. There was a quick text back: ‘Oooo, babe, you’ve got some real Bettie Page action there. Going grocery shopping?’

I texted, ‘You’re partly right, I am going shopping’

‘Naughty, naughty, girl.’

‘Just the way you like me. Hey, who’s Bettie Page?’

***

I went old school, a tiki bar downtown, the places with a paper umbrella in every drink. I had to park in a city lot about two blocks from my destination. It was just a bit on the sleazy side and I probably shouldn’t have gone without Ed but I was feeling just naughty enough and curious enough to take it on myself.

As I walked down the sidewalk to the lounge a car pulled up next to me, lowered the window and an older guy leaned out and yelled, “How much?”

I smiled, “Not for sale,” and kept walking.

“Well it oughta be,” and he drove off.

Apparently I was dressed perfectly for a sleazy tiki bar.

The interior was a lot larger than it looked from the outside. There was a small combo, a dance floor, a very long bar and ample dining. I asked the hostess if there was room at the bar and she said no but had a two top near the dance floor.

A quick survey and you had plenty of guys at the bar, 50 to 60 range, and my entrance was certainly not lost on them. Most of the tables had older couples, the men with dreams of bedding a twenty something like me, while their wives probably wanted to chase me out with sticks.

What I didn’t see coming was the car guy who propositioned me. He plopped down next to me.

“C’mon now, let’s stop fooling around, how much?”

“Will you get lost? I’m not a whore!”

He jumped up from the table, “Well you oughta be.” And he stormed off.

As soon as he left a guy at the bar who’d been studying my entrance came over. “May I?”

He had manors, good looks, salt and pepper hair with a goatee, a goofy Hawaiian shirt, well built and somewhere in his late fifties.

“Be my guest,” I said not sounding especially welcoming, “Anything’s better than that last asshole.”

“Oh, you mean Larry?”

“You know him?”

“Not very well but he hangs around often looking to spend a sliver of his fortune on a prostitute for the night. He seemed to take a keen interest in you. I’m Tony by the way.”

“I’m Mara. You mean he has a lot of money? That guy? “

“Yup. I wouldn’t have believed it myself but one night at the bar we were talking and he invited me back to his house for drinks and women. Before we left the bar he made a couple of calls and bought two expensive escorts who were waiting for us when we got to his house, well, it was a mansion. I couldn’t believe it.”

“What did you do?”

“I don’t mean to be crude but, in a nutshell, I drank his booze, fucked his girls and went home.”

“That’s crazy.”

“Crazy but true. Are you suddenly reconsidering his offer? Could be a big payday.”

“God no! I’m not a whore. Is that what you think?”

“No, not necessarily, but you’re dressed to kill and you’re here alone. I’m fairly certain that wasn’t by accident. There’s not a guy in here who doesn’t want the company of a sexy, gorgeous girl like you.”

“Does that include you?”

“That definitely includes me and right now I can feel the sting of a hundred arrows in the back because I’m sitting here and they’re not.”

“You seem to have quite the analytical mind.”

He laughed, “I better have, I’m a psychologist.”

“Ooo, I think that’s sexy,” I said intimately, “Go ahead then and analyze me.”

“Ahhh, this may be a trap but based on five minutes of knowing you I’d say randomly; out looking for adventure, great legs, exhibitionist, somewhat fearless, oversexed…”

I was giggling like mad as he got precariously close to the truth.

“…married but spouse out of town, did I mention oversexed?, too pretty to be in this place,

actually enjoyed being mistaken for a streetwalker. There, how’s that?”

“Pretty good, doc.”

“One more thing…you’re likely before long to come to my apartment kırşehir escort a block from here and have a very good time.”

“Um, not sure about the last one…”

“You don’t want to see my stamp collection?” Tony motioned over to the server, “Jean, dirty martini, please and a Cosmopolitan for the lady?”

“How did you know what to order for me?” I asked with amazement.

“I took a shot. You looked like a Cosmo girl to me. Care to dance?”

“Yes,” I found myself saying readily even though I was a marginal dancer. He was smart, engaging and twice my age but age didn’t matter to me at the moment. He made it clear he wanted to take me home and my pussy was coming around to the idea.

As we got up to hit the dance floor, I got a text from Ed, ‘Have a good time but be careful. Love you.’

Tony was a very good dancer and made up for my clumsiness by leading me like a pro. By the end of the first song he even had me convinced I knew what I was doing.

He was so damn charming I was falling under his spell. But he was older. What if he couldn’t get it up and I had to awkwardly excuse myself from his apartment? What if he fell in love with me and wanted to date? But, no, he knows I’m married so that wouldn’t happen. This and many more nutty caution signs were annoyingly running through my head but then it all stopped…

…as he seduced me on the dance floor. The way he held me close made me feel like he was making love to me already. His hand rested on the small of my back, guiding me like I was floating on air. At the end of the dance we came close, face to face and I wanted him to kiss me and I’m pretty sure he wanted to but held back.

When we got back to the table the Cosmo made me ask him why he didn’t kiss me? He was caught off guard.

“I really wanted to but didn’t want to come off too heavy. We just met and you’re married.”

“Let me put you at ease then, Tony. I really like you. I think I want to go back to your apartment, now kiss me.

He kissed me so romantically I got weak in the knees. But his following inquiry brought me back to reality.

“Tell me about your husband. Is this some sort of arrangement? I don’t get it.”

I wasn’t surprised. He was older and more concerned with protocol whereas a younger guy wouldn’t care if I was married or not. He’d only be thinking of getting in my pants.

“Yes, we have an arrangement. I’m what’s referred to as a hotwife. Mostly he shares me with other men and enjoys watching or, as in this case, he knows I’m out sharing myself and I tell him about it in detail later. He’s out of town right now.”

“I understand. I just didn’t want to get beaten in the head with a shovel because I was hitting on you. Actually, I’ve had a couple of patients in my practice who identified as hotwives and it always fascinates me.”

“Did you ever take advantage of them?”

“No, but I’d be lying if I said it never crossed my mind.”

Finishing my drink much too quickly I said, “So, Tony, I got very wet out on the dance floor and need you to fuck me immediately or sooner.”

“Wow, that’s the kind of directness I can appreciate. I’ll pay the check at the bar.”

As we stood up and he walked away there again was Larry.

“So hot shit, I’ll ask again, how much?” He pointed at the bar. “How much are you charging him? Whatever he’s paying I’ll double it!”

“Not everything’s for sale.” I reminded him.

“Well, it oughta…”

Tony walked up behind him, “Larry…no.” And Larry walked away without a word although he stared at my ass all the way out the door.

Tony held my hand on the way to his apartment, stopping once to kiss me. “This may be the luckiest day of my life.”

Right then I got a text from Ed and stopped to read it, ‘Hope you’re spreading your legs and having fun, my love. I’m back in my room later if you want to share details. LOL’

I showed Tony the text. His eyebrows raised and he said, “Is this like porn for him?”

“Ya, kinda. He just thinks I’m beautiful taking cock. He gets off. However, I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s fucking his secretary as we speak.”

“Well it’s kinky as hell but you can tell him I greatly appreciate his generosity.”

We got on the elevator and went to the top floor which opened right into his unit. His apartment was fabulous and that I did not expect. Not from some guy in a cheesy Hawaiian shirt.

“Make yourself at home and I’ll get us drinks from my bar.”

Tony brought the drink tray to the coffee table and turned to kiss me. Our tongues met and I began to get wet again. For the longest time we were lost in the kiss. He eventually started to unbutton my blouse.

“Dancing is what got me here,” I said, “how about I dance for you?”

“I’d love it. Wait…” He got up and put on some mood music.

I did the sexiest, slinkiest striptease I could possibly do. I featured my tits and, holding them out to him, applied a tongue to my erect nipples. By the time I got to my G-string he had his pants off and the malatya escort Hawaiian shirt was history. I stood with my back to him, gazing back over my shoulder with the ‘fuck me’ look and slipped the lingerie off with my forefingers. I slowly ran both hands over my ass and presented it to him.

He took hold of my hips, spread my ass cheeks and, to my surprise and delight, rimed my asshole. A little shiver ran down my legs.

“Mmmmm, Tony,” I moaned, “fuck that feels good.”

I noticed he hadn’t removed his briefs and with the low lighting I couldn’t tell the size of weapon he’d be using on me. I reached back behind my legs and felt for his bulge. It was partially erect, thick and I jerked it.

Still sitting on the couch, he turned me around and sucked my tits. “What can I do more to please you, my beauty?” he asked looking up, shoving two fingers up my now blazingly hot cunt.

“Suck me to fuck me I always say.”

He doubled down on sucking my ultra sensitive tits and then jolted my senses as he pinched my nipples.

“Oh, Tony, oh fuck, I’m so ready for you, baby.”

He stood up and in one motion shoved me to my knees, dropped his briefs and presented his cock. It wasn’t especially long, an average six inches or so, but so big around. I barely got my mouth around it as it stiffened.

“My tight little pussy’s gonna scream when you fuck me with this thing.”

He helped me to my feet and dragged me to the bar and sat me on the edge of the stool. In one motion he kissed me and filled me with his cock. I leaned back on the bar, my elbows on the counter, as he gave my cunt a workout. “Fuck me, baby, I love it.”

The stool wobbled every time he shoved his cock in me, his heels leaving the floor. He paused occasionally to kiss me and then right back to it. Bang, bang, bang. He turned me around for a doggy drill and I manipulated my clit all the way to orgasm. “I’m cummmming, Tony! Fuck me harder! Uhnnnnnn! Love you in me!!!”

He reached up for my tits and like a switch going on my juices covered his cock. At the blistering pace he was fucking me at I didn’t see him holding on much longer. A couple more minutes and he’d cum on my ass.

“Well, well, who do we have here?” came the startling sound of someone across the room. It was the voice of a woman. Right away I thought I’d unwittingly stepped in the middle of something unpleasant.

“What are you doing here?” asked an aggravated Tony. “We have an agreement…”

“I figured you’d be at the bar and I could get more of my things.” Looking me over she said, “Oh my, you did win the lottery with this one.”

I went about gathering my clothes and dressing. “You don’t have to go, Mara. Gloria was just leaving.”

“So he didn’t tell you about me? We were married a long time until I got honest with myself and admitted I liked girls better than I liked him. From what I can see I don’t want you to go either. Wow. I could eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner.”

“Gloria! Please leave!”

“Mara, if I applied my tongue to that rockin’ pussy you’d leave here even happier than you already seem to be.”

“Gloria…” he mildly protested.

I stopped dressing to listen to her offer.

Now, dear reader, I know some of you are thinking get the rest of your clothes and out of the line of fire between these two. On the other hand, many of you already know I lack an off switch. Well…

She was a very attractive woman and the thought of her going down on me made me damp. And I was an explorer wasn’t I?

“Well, Gloria,” I said, “Tony and I have some unfinished business but I’m also a bit excited by your interest. How about you both can have me, that is if you can learn to play together.”

They looked at each other and back at me and jokingly shook hands. They both got up and took the clothes out of my hands and removed whatever I’d put back on.

“The bed,” said Tony and I followed. Gloria stripped down as we headed for their sexual sandbox. To be honest, except in my imagination, I’d never had sex with a woman so I laid on my back and let them have their way,

Like wolves, they devoured my body. Tony resumed fucking me like a crazy man and Gloria, after kissing me, straddled my face. “Make me cum, honey, and I’ll return the favor.” I ate her pussy and she moaned her approval, “Yes, yes, yes!” I may have been inexperienced but I knew what my pussy liked and applied it to Gloria.

After ten minutes she was soak and wet and ready to cover my face with her cum. She got louder and louder as my tongue found her hotspots. “Fuuuuuuucccckkkkkk,” she screamed, her sloppy wetness dripping down my cheeks. “Oh fuck, yes, you little vixen.”

Gloria dismounted with a kiss and as Tony fucked me Gloria went about teasing my body, kissing me more, licking my tits and sucking my fingers and toes. She ran her tongue down my chest to my clit as Tony kept at it. They were overwhelming my system and I came again.

“Turn doggy, I wanna cum.” I got on all fours and we were once again niğde escort where we were when Gloria came on the scene. Tony was driving me hard. Gloria went to the nightstand drawer and pulled out a butt plug and unceremoniously jammed it in my ass. I squealed.

“Like that, my beautiful bitch?”

“Oh god!!!!!!!” I orgasmed again.

Without warning, Tony blew his cum on my buttocks, “Uhnnn, uhnnn, ummmmmmmm…”

As he stepped back satisfied, Gloria removed the plug and put me on my back once again, cum still stuck to my rear. She crawled up my body leaving a trail of kisses and touches. Then she slid back down to my well used pussy and told me to, “just relax and let it cum, pretty one.”

Tony sat back and watched Gloria furiously eat me out. OMG! She released an orgasmic tidal wave in me. “Oh…oh shit, oh fuck, oh fuck, ummmmmm!!!” She didn’t stop for a long time, her tongue was everywhere while her right hand reached back to massage her own clit.

When she came she blissfully looked up, our eyes met and she climbed back up and we wrapped our legs between each other, our pussy’s touching.

As she circled my nipples with her forefinger, “Fuck, I’m cumming again,” I said urgently.

She humped me harder and again the ambrosia swept across my naked body and I screamed. After that we stopped out of sheer exhaustion. We were sweaty, breathing hard and she was stroking my hair.

“I think we all need a drink,” I said.

“I’ll get right on it,” said Tony as he went out to the bar. “French Gimlet, honey?”

“Yes.”

“He called you, honey.” I noticed.

“Probably reflex,” she laughed. “I know he still loves me and I love him. I just needed to move in another direction.”

“For what it’s worth, Ed, my husband, and I were getting seriously disjointed. I was so alone all the time and we were losing each other completely. One night when I couldn’t stand it anymore I was on my way out the door to find attention elsewhere when he unexpectedly came home. I think he knew what I was about to do. That night he got his hotwife and I get more attention than I know what to do with.”

“Where is he now?”

“Work trip but we’ve been texting and he knows I’m here. He asked me to call him later and tell him everything.”

The three of us talked and imbibed for the next hour until Gloria said she was going home. Realizing we were in the same parking ramp we decided, for safety reasons, to walk together.

As we walked the block to the ramp she asked to see me again and I said as much as I loved our fun I was trying to keep my adventures to single encounters for now.

“It’s just a matter of excitement,” I explained.

She stopped and kissed me, saying, “Are you sure you don’t want to swing my direction?”

“Not for now, Gloria, but you never know.”

Right then a car I recognized all too well pulled up next to us, “How much for both of you?!”

***

When Ed got home Sunday afternoon we sat in the living room talking about our Saturday night. To avoid being in two minds we decided to have a cellphone free evening. So our mutual whereabouts were an unknown until now.

“You first,” I said.

He laughed, “Okay…well we had a great dinner with the client. He came with a woman we assumed was his wife although he only introduced her as Grace. She was a stunning girl and Jeff, my trip partner in crime, kept looking at her while the client, Dominic, was talking. I kicked Jeff under the table.

“She didn’t say much while the three of us blabbed on about work.Then the ever too inquisitive, Jeff, asked Grace, ‘So what do you do?’ In total surprise that she’s addressed in the conversation she looked at Dominic, thought for a second then, ‘I’m sort of a goodwill ambassador.’

“We all laughed, only vaguely understanding what we were laughing about, and as Jeff started to talk to her again I whacked him in the shin once more. By now it was clear to me that Dominic’s ‘date’ was an escort. But that made me laugh to myself because of your Larry story.”

“So that was your night?”

“Basically, yes. However, Jeff fared a little better. It seems that Grace was a gift of entertainment from the client and about one AM, according to Jeff, she came to my room, knocked on the door and got no response because I was sleeping hard. Then she went down to Jeff’s room and the rest is suck and fuck history.”

“Oh my poor baby! So you never got to play with Grace?”

“Not only that but I had to listen to Jeff talk about her all the way home.”

“My poor, poor, baby. Awwww. How about your Mara makes you feel better? I’ll let you fuck me while I tell you about my Saturday night.”

“That would really help,” he chuckled.

We scurried off to the bedroom leaving a trail of clothes on the floor and as he eased his cock in me…”Saturday I was feeling tired so I ordered in.”

“Ordered in?”

“Ya, I called Danny, the bartender from the roadhouse, and he came over about the same time Grace was knocking on your door…and he brought a friend…”

***

The next morning at breakfast Ed told me he invited three young couples from work over for a dinner party Saturday night. “I’m sorry to spring this on you last minute but here’s the good news. I’m having the dinner catered so you won’t have to cook. Just tidy up and I’ll help you with that.”

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Cop Reports: Speeder

© 2023 by MormonJack

I cannot express how grateful I am to VallesMarineris (VM to me because I’m lazy and don’t want to type it out each time). VM’s encouragement, guidance, suggestions, and critical advice were essential to me in putting this story together. You should check out some of VM’s stories if you haven’t, yet. I can only hope that some of VM’s skill and talent with rub off onto me. Like many, I tinkered with the story after VM’s last review. So yeah, all errors are mine.

Thanks for taking a look at this: my first story posted on Literotica. Your constructive feedback is welcomed. Disparaging comments about cops (and me, for that matter) will be deleted.

This story is based on my experience as a police officer. A little of this is fictionalized and the rest is based on an actual traffic stop. If you don’t like cops, or a cop’s perspective, do us both a favor and just move on. And no: there is no sex in this story, but the event was somewhat sexy and pretty interesting, at least to me.

I plan on submitting some other stories from my years as a police officer (and still going). I plan to group them together under the Cop Reports banner/series. Likely most will be on the lighter side of things, hopefully even humorous. I like seeing the “funny” (if there is anything funny) in the situations I encounter. It makes it easier to sleep at night. However, I’m also toying with stories that are dark. Well, that is, if I can bring myself to relive them enough to write them down.

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Can a cop be professional and an unintentional voyeur?

—–

It was early evening, 6:30pm, mid-July and 85 degrees. The sun was still high in the sky and there were no clouds to shade us. The Puget Sound area is not hot like Phoenix, but for us “weather-wimps” in the PNW, when the temp hits 85 degrees it IS hot. It is especially hot if you’re sitting in the sun in a black car, like my black patrol car.

I was watching traffic approaching our position using my side-view mirror. Abruptly, my radar emitted a shrill sound. By the pitch of shrill I knew, but I took a quick glance at the readout anyway, then looked back to my mirror.

“A red Mustang,” I said, “but I’m not going after it.”

“What do you mean you’re not going after it?” asked Liz.

Liz, or Officer Elizabeth Quick, was my field training officer (FTO) at that time and was sitting in the passenger seat (which the rookies fondly call the LAFTO seat or lazy-assed field training officer seat) making notes on my daily evaluation sheet. I’m sure that Liz had some similar name, if not that very one, for FTO’s when she was a rookie. It just that way.

I was monitoring traffic on a 4 lane road in and out of town and, in my view, 35mph was too sedate for the road.

“It was 10 over, and I don’t stop them unless they’re going over 10,” I replied. “I don’t cite unless they are going at least 15 over, or they act like jerks to me,” I added because I knew she and I were at odds on that point.

We had this discussion before. Her view was that if she goes to the trouble to stop someone, she’s going to give them a citation, and she will stop someone at 10mph over. Me? Well, it was like I told her, I wouldn’t cite unless they are going at least 15 over. My “rules” were within department policy. Still, it didn’t stop Liz from huffing and scribbling some more notes in my eval.

Liz might have been making notes, but we were good. An rookie officer gets to know their field training officer rather fast: you spend anywhere from 4-6 straight weeks, 5 days a week and 10 hours a day, working together before transferring to the next FTO. We quickly got to a friends status. Oh, “working together” really means that the FTO would mostly watch you, guide you at times, criticize you, and evaluate your performance for Admin, but not actually “work” together, unless there was a need for the FTO to step in and actually lend a hand. Anyway, she and I got along well so I could get away with some sass.

A few minutes later the radar emitted another shrill sound. I could tell this one was pitched higher and my adrenaline surged: game on. I took a quick glance at the readout to confirm what I suspected and then looked back (side mirror again) to see what’s happening.

I spoke up, “It’s a black sedan weaving around a couple of cars. I’m going to stop it.” With all that I had to do, I forgot to call out the speed to Liz. But I was going to stop the sedan: she had to know it was over 10, right?

Watching it in the side mirror, it looked mersin escort like the black sedan was speeding toward us much faster than the readout suggested, but I had locked the speed on the radar and was fast enough for me to make a stop. I put the patrol car (OK, it was technically a patrol SUV but what does that matter?) into gear and checked my mirror that I could merge into traffic.

“It’s clear to get in behind them,” I said to Liz, referring to the black sedan and two other cars. I waited just a few seconds for the sedan and the two cars to clear our position. “Civic,” I told her. “I couldn’t catch the license plate. I’ll get that when I we are close. The windows seem tinted. I only got a vague outline of the driver, and probably only the driver in front.”

With the black sedan and the two other cars past my/our position, I pulled into traffic and accelerated hard, trying to catch up as quickly as practicable. At the same time, I activated my lights and siren. I quickly caught up to and passed the two intervening cars as they pulled over to the side of the road. The black Civic was about 50 yards ahead of me, and not yet slowing. I wasn’t sure whether it would stop or not.

‘Surely,’ I thought, ‘the driver had seen the flashing lights and heard the siren by now.’

With some additional acceleration, I got within 20 yards of the Civic, at which point I was able to discern the license plate number. I slowed and maintained a safer distance behind the Civic. The driver must have finally noticed me behind them, and started slowing. I backed off my speed, still maintaining my distance to the Civic.

With the Civic slowing, I grabbed my radio mic and called out, “Dispatch, Patrol 456, traffic stop.”

A second later we hear dispatch’s acknowledgement: “Patrol 456.”

“City Avenue and Baker Creek with Young X-ray Queen four nine one,” I replied to dispatch.

“Patrol 456; Dispatch copy: City Avenue and Baker Creek with Young X-ray Queen four nine one. 1845.” (That’s 18:45 military time or 6:45pm).

I could hear Liz writing things out on my eval. I could see out of the corner of my eye that she was nodding while writing. ‘Good grief,’ I thought, ‘how can she write while the car is moving?’

I silenced the siren but left my emergency lights on. I pulled to the side of the road and then positioned my patrol car so that the nose of the car was extended slightly into the far right lane. This created a protective space for me to talk to the driver without getting hit by an oncoming vehicle.

‘Damn,’ I thought as I unbuckled, ‘I should have told Liz as I was turning off the siren and positioning the car. Ah well. I may not have said it to her, but she certainly had to notice.’

I checked behind for oncoming traffic as I activated my body-camera. “‘Bodycam’ on, and I’m clear to get out,” I told Liz. I saw her nod as she was getting out as well. Like me, she tapped her body-camera and started recording.

I approached the car on the driver’s side, pausing at the back corner of the black Civic to touch it. In the Academy I was taught that touching the car leaves my prints on it, ostensibly creating proof that I did, indeed, stop the car in a traffic stop. It’s not really necessary with body-cameras anymore, but I had an old-school traffic instructor teach me to do so at the academy.

‘Damn,’ I thought as I quickly pulled my hand back, ‘that is fucking hot!’

Obviously, this car had been out in the sun for a while. I heard a laugh/snort and looked up see Liz smirking at me. She raised her hand and wiggled her index finger at me. Apparently she didn’t buy into the old-school ways. Shaking my head, I proceeded forward. Liz was a pro: she moved forward at my pace toward the passenger window to make sure she could scan the car and observe my traffic stop interaction.

I checked out the sedan as I moved toward the driver’s seat. I saw balloons and presents (?) piled up in the back seat. No wonder I didn’t see anything when it passed me. I couldn’t see anything dangerous or suspicious in the back or on the floor, so I moved forward a bit more just as the driver’s window was rolling down. Moving closer to the window, I could feel the air-conditioning from the car. It felt good, actually. And there, looking out the window, was a young woman’s face. An attractive young woman’s face.

‘A very attractive young woman’s face,’ I thought.

Positioning myself to speak with her, and to scan the front interior of the sedan, I start my “traffic spiel.”

“Ma’am, muğla escort I am recording this conversation. I’m Officer Smith. The reason I pulled you over …” I blanked.

I could see that she was crying. At my pause, she blurted out, “I’m so sorry so sorry I have never been pulled over before and I’ve never had a ticket and I’m so sorry and I’m nervous I don’t know what to do when I’m pulled over and I’m so sorry oh God I’m crying.” Or something like that.

I didn’t blank because she was crying or nervous or rambling. No, I blanked because my mind had just registered that this young lady was wearing a full-body fish-net stocking and, seemingly, nothing else. (To be honest, a bit later I also noted that she had on some slippers. It’s something an officer is supposed to look for because the law prohibits driving barefoot.)

I regrouped. “Umm…” Ha! How is that for regrouping?

I powered on, “Yeah, the reason I stopped you is because I measured you going 49mph in a 35mph zone. So, I …” Another pause.

I realized, at that moment, I could see the cutest, perkiest creamy-colored breast with a rock-hard nipple prominently poking through the fish-net stocking. Using my analytical mind in conjunction with my police-trained observation skills, I thought, ‘Wow, the air-conditioner seems to be working fine.’

I defy all you guys out there, and some of you women, to say nothing of the sort would have occurred to you and that you, as a police officer, would have professionally carried with your spiel without the slightest pause.

Being a rookie, I looked up for help, thinking, ‘This is definitely a time for a female officer to take over. Liz! Yeah, she has my back, she should handle this!’ So, as Miss July (that’s how I thought of her) rummaged around for a tissue, presumably to dry her tears so her makeup didn’t smear, I looked over the top of the car toward Liz. I knew, as a good FTO, that she had seen my predicament. My belief was confirmed as I saw that her lips were drawn together in a tight grin to keep from laughing out loud. I’m sure she sensed the pleading in my eyes. Yet, to my dismay, she shook her head, turned, and walked back toward her LAFTO seat in the patrol car, leaving me to “suck it up.”

I centered my mind, reminding myself to focus on my training. I looked back into the car, to Miss July’s eyes (I’m not kidding there), and said, “Ma’am, you’re going to be OK. However, right now I need to see your license, vehicle registration and proof of insurance.” Phew… the general traffic stop spiel was complete.

One of the important things you learn and train at as a police officer is to “watch the hands.” So, I watched Miss July’s hands. More particularly, I watched her right hand as it reached down between her legs, lifted her right leg up, and pulled her driver’s license out from under her leg.

‘Whoa,’ I thought, ‘bare!’

She handed me her license. I took it like a gift from God that it was. Miss July, aka Miss Amy Lyons, sat there for a moment, looking at me expectantly. I realized that she likely forgot the other documents I requested. It happens all the time, actually.

I smiled and said, “And the vehicle registration certificate and insurance card, please.”

“Oh right,” she replied, startled that she had forgotten. “They’re in the glove box.”

Paying close attention (safety first, right!), I watched as she unbuckled her seat belt and leaned over to the passenger side of her car to get the vehicle registration certificate and insurance card out of the glove box. Honestly, I tried to just watch her hands and I was fairly successful until I could tell that there wasn’t a gun or knife in the glove box. After that, I didn’t try so hard. Being an observant officer, however, I confirmed that her body stocking did NOT have a back pocket, which explained why she was sitting on her license.

I must say that I genuinely appreciated the view of her perky left breast, but the truth is that I’m an “ass” man. So, it was with the utmost professionalism (ha!) that I confirmed that she had a spectacular ass, which moved in small but interesting ways as she dug around in her glove box for the requested items. Scratch that, in my opinion her ass bordered on world-class, and I’ve not seen anything close to those gorgeous cheeks in person. Again, I defy you guys to tell me you wouldn’t have looked.

She returned to her sitting position and handed me a vehicle registration certificate and her insurance card. As you probably know, most people have many old vehicle nevşehir escort registration certificates in the glove box, as well as a current certificate. With a quick scan, I confirmed that the vehicle registration certificate she gave me was expired.

Looking back to Miss July — Dear God, she had gorgeous puppy dog eyes, too! — I pointed at the date on the registration certificate and said, “This is an expired registration certificate. Do you have a current registration certificate?”

“I think so,” she said, nodding to the affirmative.

Once again, blessedly, she stretched out to the glove box and scavenged around in it until she found another registration certificate. I swear to God I did not groan as she stretched out that second time. And, fortunately for me, it took longer this second time for her to find another registration certificate. Oh, just you all know, I knew that Liz would point out, and record in my daily eval, my error were I to return with an expired registration certificate. For that matter, I also checked to make sure that the insurance card was up-to-date. Just to be sure. It was.

She sat back up and handed me the documents. ‘Wow,’ I thought, ‘I could watched her do that all day.’

“Wait here, please, while I verify these documents on my computer,” I told her.

Once back in my patrol car, I saw that Liz had tears in her eyes from laughing.

“You saw what she was wearing! Why didn’t you take over?” I asked.

“You’re the one that stopped the car,” she replied, “not me. It’s your stop. You’re going to have to deal with ‘awkward’ shit once you’re on your own. Oh, and it is funny as hell watching you squirm.”

I double-checked all of the records on the MCT (mobile computer terminal) in my car. It turns out that Miss July, or Ms. Lyons, lived just a few miles back the other way. She had a valid license, current vehicle registration, and current insurance. I reported the same to Liz, and then made to get out of the car. Liz stopped me.

“Aren’t you going to give her a ticket?” she asked, nodding to the MCT. We use a computer program to generate the citations. We have a small printer in the car to print them up.

“Nah,” I said, smiling, “she was only going 14 over.” That wiped the laughing grin off her face. She gave me that “knowing” scowl, but whatever: she could put it in my evaluation if she wanted. As I told her before, my ticket limit was 15mph over.

I returned to talk to Miss July.

Trying very hard to look her in the eyes, and mostly succeeding, I asked, “Why were you going nearly 50 in a 35mph zone? What’s the rush?”

She blushed! It was cute.

“Umm,” she replied, “I’m on my way to a birthday party for ‘a friend’ and I’m running a bit late.”

‘Damn,’ I thought, ‘that is one very, lucky “friend.”‘

“OK,” I said, “I get it: you’re running late and trying to get there as quick as you can. HOWEVER,” I said, trying to give my most-stern look, “you can’t go that fast down this street. Today, though, I’m cutting you a break: I’m just giving you a verbal warning to slow down.”

As much as I wanted to drag this “traffic stop” out, I was pretty much done and I knew I needed to let her go.

“You’re free to go,” I said. “Please drive slower and safely.”

As I held out her documents, I realized that she was probably right-handed (we watch the hands, right?) as she turned her body to me to take all 3 documents with her right hand. With that revelation, I also confirmed that the air-conditioner was still working just fine on both sides of her car. Yeah, rock hard and standing up through the fish-net.

Walking back to my patrol car, I stopped the recording on my body-camera. I got back into the patrol car and, after the Civic left, I drove about 50 yards to a safe location off the road.

I grabbed the radio mic. “Dispatch, Patrol 456 clear of traffic stop.”

Dispatch was quick to respond, “Patrol 456, dispatch copy, 1903.”

‘Eighteen minutes’, I thought. ‘Not bad, though I wished it had been longer.’

I looked at Liz. She was nodding and writing some more notes. I though my performance was really good. I entered my traffic stop notes on my MCT, excluding any mention of the fish-net body stocking or how well she rocked that look.

Lastly, I concluded my notes with a statement that the encounter had been recorded on my body-camera.

‘Video…hmm,’ I thought, smiling to myself. ‘Maybe I will watch the body-camera video later. Just to critically evaluate my traffic stop, of course.’

I looked up. Liz was staring at me like she knew what I was thinking.

“It would be for evaluation purposes,” I said, weakly.

Liz tilted her head and raised an eyebrow over her right eye. “You did just fine,” she told me. “Better than fine: it was awkward and you did well. No need to review.”

Damn!

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“Come on, guys, I have two boys at home. I don’t want them to see their mother’s boobs on the Internet.” Janet turned away but she could feel her pussy getting wet at the idea.

Janet was at Mardi Gras on a whim. She had met a man that seemed interesting and he promised to show her an awesome time if she would spend three days with him at Mardi Gras. Without knowing why, she agreed. And now she was wondering if she had lost her mind.

Janet Hawkins was a fairly Conservative woman who hadn’t had a one-night stand in years. In fact, she hadn’t been fucked in more than a year. And she hadn’t had anything exciting between her legs that didn’t run on batteries in more months than she could remember. Granted, she had had two sons, ages nine and eleven, and that restricted her dating life somewhat. She had married a man who ran as soon as the second son was born. Apparently, he wanted to make babies but didn’t want to stay around to raise them. So she raised the boys as a single mom and had totally dedicated her life to her sons, but in the past few months she had begun to feel quite frustrated by her limited life.

And now Janet was at Mardi Gras with almost every man and boy asking her to flash her tits at them.

Janet was a very attractive thirty-nine years old. She was of medium height and had long, shapely legs that showed her exercise routine nicely. She was slim with C-Cup boobs and a tight ass that she spent hours each week at the gym to maintain. She had long dark hair and expressive, deep eyes that seemed to get a lot of attention from the few men she spent time with.

Her best friend had set her up with Jerry Walsh, a commercial Realtor of comfortable means, for dinner with her and her husband. Brenda had met the man when she was looking for commercial space to lease for a craft shop she was starting. She liked the man and discovered he was single, so she couldn’t resist setting up her best friend. He seemed to be nice, maybe even more than nice, and Janet had actually enjoyed dinner with Jerry and Brenda and her husband. And when the evening was over, he didn’t even suggest they go back to his place for sex. That wasn’t just rare in Janet’s limited experience with men, it was simply non-existent.

And when Jerry called her three days later, she agreed to go out with him again. This was the first time she went out on a second date in more than a year. Dinner at a fine restaurant and a movie, with drinks afterward at a very classy lounge, plus interesting conversation with a charming man, all made for a wonderful evening. And Janet found herself enjoying the evening more than any evening in years.

And when he suggested they go away to New Orleans for Mardi Gras, she was shocked at first, and then very excited.

“Come on, Janet, I am not inviting you for three days of sex. I even have a suite so you can have your own bed. It’s just that I love the fun and excitement of getting away for three days each year. Mardi Gras is a totally unique American experience and I promise you will love it. I mean, when was the last time you got away by yourself without your kids and had fun on your own?” So, after thinking for no more than two seconds, she agreed to accompany this near-stranger for a few days at Mardi Gras.

And now that they were in New Orleans, Janet was beginning to rethink her decision.

“Jerry, I can’t believe how many men are asking that I flash my tits. Hell, I am an old woman!” When she said that, Jerry laughed.

“No, you are an exceptionally attractive women with a great body. It is not at all surprising that some men would want a better view of that body. Although I am a little surprised that so many men would actually ask when you have no beads around your neck.” This comment got Janet’s interest and she asked him to explain. Jerry grinned at her and replied.

“The tradition at Mardi Gras is for many women to let go of their everyday morals and flash their boobs. When they do, they are rewarded with a string of beads. Some men spent upwards of a hundred dollars on beads to hand out, and some spend even more, in the hopes that they get to see a lot of boobs. And you are attractive enough to warrant a few requests. But most women who aren’t wearing any beads are not asked. You just happen to be sexy enough that some men will risk offending you in the hopes they are rewarded with a quick glimpse of what they believe are beautiful boobs. I am sorry about this. I didn’t expect that so many men would bother you. If you would like, we can go back to our room and watch things from the balcony.” It was Janet’s turn to laugh.

“I have been watching the balconies, Jerry. Women are hit on as they sit watching things from on high. No, I don’t think going back to our room will change anything. I will just have to grin and bear it.” As soon as she said that she knew it was the wrong choice of words and she quickly glanced at Jerry.

“I didn’t mean that. It is just a saying and I should have chosen a different saying.” Her expression showed more than a little embarrassment and Jerry was quick tokat escort to reassure her.

“Relax. I knew what you meant.” But as much as he tried to be polite, she saw him try to hide a smile. The truth was, he was hoping that she would give in and flash her tits because he really wanted to see them himself. This thought led to him not hiding his grin anymore, and Janet saw that.

“Oh, I get it. You are hoping I give in and flash my tits so you can see them. You are just like all the others here.” He tried to look innocent but that lasted for only a few seconds. So he decided to be honest.

“Janet, you are a beautiful woman and I would be lying if I didn’t want to see your boobs. But I am trying to be a gentleman, and gentlemen don’t ask women to flash their boobs. Not even at Mardi Gras.” Jerry’s face showed his honesty and she liked that about him. On the other hand, she sensed more than a little disappointment deep down inside of her. She suddenly found herself in a quandary. She was excited about the possibility of showing her boobs to him yet wanted to honor his attempt to be a gentleman. And then she was astounded by the thought that came to mind.

If she flashed her tits to someone asking her to, she could let him see her tits without either of them breaking his commitment to being a gentleman!

And suddenly Janet knew she was going to flash her tits.

She looked down at her clothes, almost as if trying to guess how easy they would be to take off. She wore a short skirt in dark blue with a short-sleeved sweater in a light blue and stretchy material. Underneath, she wore a matching set of light blue underwear. The bra was almost totally lace and didn’t hide anything, and the matching thong didn’t hide much either. But, she sighed in relief, they don’t have to hide much since she wore a skirt and sweater. But she did note that her hard nipples were clearly announcing their presence.

Mere seconds later, a couple about her age stopped in front of her and asked her to show them her boobs. Janet didn’t even hesitate. She grabbed the bottom of her sweater and quickly raised it above her shoulders, pulling her bra with it, giving the couple a clear view of her awesome tits. She held that pose long enough to sense a thrill running up and down her spine, and then she lowered her blouse. She quickly glanced at Jerry to see his reaction and found him staring at her chest with eyes the size of saucers. She felt her pussy tingle at his expression. Then she ducked her head so the couple could slide her first string of beads over her head. She was breathing hard as she glanced at Jerry again, seeing with satisfaction the wide grin on his face.

“Shit, I don’t believe I did that.” She seemed out of breath as she said that, still looking at his grin.

“Truthfully, I don’t believe you did that, either. But I must confess that I am so glad you did.” Surprise was the dominant expression in his eyes but the grin remained. And Janet felt her pussy leak some juices. And suddenly she knew she was going to do it again. Self-consciously, she fingered her beads as she smiled at him.

“You liked that, huh?” He only nodded, his wide grin almost covered the lust in his eyes. And Janet realized that she liked the lust in his eyes. A few seconds later, three guys in their early twenties asked her to flash them and she did. This time she held her blouse up for several seconds as they howled their appreciation. As she pulled her blouse down, one of the boys asked if she would let him lick her nipple. Janet felt her nipples get even harder than they already were at the request, but she declined. Then the kid made a surprising request.

“How about letting your husband lick your nipples? Surely that would be okay, right?” And Janet froze. Things had escalated from a constant stream of ‘no’ to a spontaneous granting of their request to letting Jerry lick her nipples here on a crowded street, all in less than two minutes. She quickly glanced up at him and Jerry grinned at her, his lust even more pronounced. Janet grinned at him as she turned to face him. Then she slowly presented her tits to him, thrusting them forward to make it easier. Jerry grinned and bent over enough to gently place his tongue against her right nipple.

The three kids hooted and hollered as Janet held her pose for several seconds, with Jerry’s tongue self-consciously pressed against her nipple the entire time. Then one of the kids blurted out a comment.

“Come on, man, relax and enjoy that thing. Don’t just stand there like a robot.”

Without breaking his tongue’s contact with her nipple, Jerry glanced up at Janet as if asking for permission. Janet resolved the situation by placing her hand behind Jerry’s head and smashing his face against her boob. Then she shook her shoulders from side to side, forcing Jerry to suck her nipple into his mouth. He paused like that for a second and then sucked on her nipple. He licked her nipple for a couple of seconds and then sucked it deep into his mouth. After at least ten seconds yozgat escort of pulling his face against her boob, Janet let go and took a step back to look him in the eyes. After another couple of seconds, she realized that her boobs were still on display and she quickly jerked her blouse down to cover them. She was breathing hard and noticed that Jerry was totally out of breath. And then the three kids screamed and dropped two strings of beads over her head, thanking her loudly.

As she looked at them, she saw that two of them had their phones out and had been taking videos of her actions. Panic hit her heart for a second as she realized that the videos were probably going to find their way onto the Internet. And then she was shocked when she heard herself speak.

“Hey, guys, would you mind sending those videos to my phone?” The boys went wild at her request and asked for her number. She gave it to them and her phone immediately signaled that the videos arrived. She turned to Jerry again and apologized, looking quite embarrassed.

“I am so sorry. I don’t know what happened. I acted without thinking and I am sorry if I embarrassed you.” Jerry reached out and took both her hands in his and grinned widely.

“Janet, that was possibly the most thrilling experience of my life. Please don’t apologize.” His eyes showed he was sincere and Janet found her pussy oozing even more juices because of his response. She held his gaze for another few seconds, her appreciation evident in her eyes. Then she almost exploded.

“Shit! I don’t believe I did that! Are you sure you are okay with that?” In spite of his assurance, her face showed a little excitement mixed with a lot of panic. And she wasn’t finished with her embarrassment.

“I am so sorry. I have never done that. Hell, I have never flashed anyone in my life.” Jerry quickly spoke.

“And yet, it clearly excited you, right? I could tell because your nipple was wonderfully hard.” Janet pondered his question, and then pondered even longer her response.

“Actually, it did.” And her face really showed her embarrassment as she realized just how much her actions excited her. Jerry peered deep into her eyes and she returned his gaze. And then he bent down and kissed her.

It was a gentle kiss but it quickly morphed into a passionate kiss as their tongues danced the intricate dance of lust. And then he pulled away, his eyes searching her eyes for some indication of her feelings. Her eyes remained locked with his for a couple of seconds and then she reached her hand behind his neck and pulled him into another kiss.

This time, she was the aggressor and she communicated her lust. And when she pulled back, the lust remained in her eyes for several more seconds. Then she suddenly turned and began walking down the street. Jerry quickly chased after her, still breathing hard from the kiss.

A few seconds later, another group of college-aged kids asked her to show her tits, and Janet never even hesitated. She pulled up her blouse and gave them a long look at her tits. The college kids screamed their excitement and Janet grinned hers. She looked again at Jerry and saw lust and excitement on his face and Janet felt her pussy ooze some more juices. She was amazed at how much she enjoyed teasing him and she gave him a wide smile. She grabbed his hand and they continued walking while she counted her beads.

Seconds later, they stopped to stand beside a woman who was flashing her tits to two older men. As the woman stood there with her boobs exposed, one of the man pushed Janet closer to the woman.

“I want a picture with both of you flashing your tits.” Janet looked at the other woman who turned to thrust her boobs in Janet’s direction, a question in her eyes. Janet looked down at the woman’s boobs and then grinned. She yanked her blouse up and pressed her naked boobs against the other woman’s boobs. Several people in the crowd went nuts, screaming and clapping, and the excitement in the air was contagious.

Janet moved her shoulders, causing the four boobs to rub against each other, and the noise level increased. Half a dozen phones were thrust closer, taking pictures and videos of the sexy show. Janet looked closely at the other woman, causing things to escalate. As if being directed, both women reached up and began to massage each other’s boobs. And when the other woman grabbed Janet’s right nipple and pinched it hard, Janet screamed and almost dropped to her knees in surprise. Jerry seemed to expect that and he reached under her arms and held her vertical. Seeing Janet’s excitement from having her nipple pinched, the woman grabbed the other nipple.

This time she pulled them and tugged them in circles as she tried to put on a show for the cameras. Then, without letting go of the nipples, she leaned down and kissed Janet on the lips.

Janet froze, not having expected that. Janet hadn’t kissed another woman since college, and she wasn’t sure how to react to this kiss. But she didn’t pull back and the other woman noticed that. zonguldak escort The kiss heated up and in another second the two women were tasting each other’s tongues in ways that really put on a show. After several seconds, Janet pulled back.

“Listen, I’m not…” The other woman interrupted.

“I’m not, either. But doesn’t that just make this more delicious? I mean, I am about to cum. How about you?” Janet grinned weakly as she nodded. And then the grin widened and she leaned forward to renew the kiss. The two women kissed sensuously as they mauled each other’s boobs. And Janet didn’t even pull back when the other woman reached under her shirt to play with her pussy.

“Shit, you are so wet, girl!” Janet let her play for another second or two and then slowly pulled back. The two women peered deep into each other’s eyes and then Janet became aware of the screams and cheers around her. For a few seconds, she had lost herself in the sensuous actions and she forgot the crowd was there. Now, she saw a dozen cameras recording everything.

And as she stepped back, several hands replaced hers on the other woman’s boobs. The woman let the hands roam freely, letting them squeeze and massage her boobs and even pinch her nipples. But when hands tried the same with her boobs, Janet jerked away and dropped her blouse to cover her boobs. A twenty-something man grabbed her boob anyway, and Janet slapped him on the cheek. The sound of the impact seemed to echo even louder than the cheers it caused, and Janet saw the surprised and angry kid pull back to hit her. But a hand grabbed the kid’s wrist and suddenly Jerry was nose to nose with him.

“We don’t hit women when they slap a pig. Walk away and you won’t get hurt.” The two men glared at each other from about four inches apart, and then the kid jerked his wrist free and walked away. Janet smiled a silent ‘thank you’ and took his hand as they started to walk down the street again. Looking back, Janet saw the other woman still had her breasts on display and was still letting a dozen or more hands maul her breasts.

“I have to confess, Janet, that was the hottest scene in my memory. I can’t believe how much the two of you turned me on.” He groaned loudly as he paused and then continued.

“If you felt moved to repeat that, please know that I won’t complain.” Janet smiled at him but her face was red with embarrassment.

“I have never done that before, Jerry. I think Mardi Gras has corrupted me and made me do things I would never do anywhere else.” Her sheepish words were underscored by her red glow. And yet she took his hand and squeezed it as she kept walking. After several seconds, she realized that her pussy had been leaking juices for several minutes without stopping and she concluded that she actually enjoyed the experience. She glanced quickly at Jerry and she could see how much he enjoyed it. And then she looked down and saw an obvious boner pushing against his pants and she suddenly felt like she might cum right there on the sidewalk.

Ohmygod, I love turning him on!

And Janet just smiled as the two of them walled down the sidewalk. Of course, they only walked for a few seconds until they almost bumped into a small but very noisy crowd. Jerry pushed a couple people aside and the two of them peered through the wall of people to see two women enjoying each other’s bodies. They had removed their tops and were standing in the center of the small crowd absolutely mauling each other’s bodies. Boobs were being squeezed aggressively, and one of the women was reaching inside the waistband of some very stretchy yoga pants, clearly playing with the pussy she found there. They were kissing quite passionately while moaning and groaning loudly.

Janet stared, absolutely mesmerized by the women playing with each other’s body in such a public forum. She found herself getting even wetter than before, and still she stared. One of the women motioned her forward and Janet took the two steps that separated her from them and leaned in to kiss the other woman.

A second later, she felt hands on her tits and she let the two women squeeze and massage her boobs through her blouse. And then she surprised herself by pulling up and off her sweater and bra to let the two women play with her boobs more easily. She glanced at Jerry, thrilled to see the lust in his eyes as he watched the three women. Seconds later, Janet shocked herself when she lifted her skirt, revealing her hairy pussy to the crowd.

Immediately, one of the women shoved a finger deep inside her and Janet shouted her surprise and her pleasure at the abrupt penetration. Janet thrust her pussy hard against the woman’s finger, forcing it even deeper. And the three women licked and stroked and massaged each other for quite some seconds. Then one of the women dropped to her knees in front of Janet and feverishly attacked her pussy with her tongue.

Janet looked down and watched as a stranger licked and sucked her pussy for quite some seconds. Suddenly she screamed, throwing back her head and arching her back. The crowd watched Janet cum for several seconds, her body quivering, before she began to calm down after her personal storm. Then the crowd burst into applause, clapping and cheering loudly as she looked around, her eyes settling on Jerry. The look of lust in his eyes almost made Janet cum again.

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December 8, 1987

After just over twenty years, my wife and I finally have the house to ourselves again. Our youngest son has just left for College this past September, and while we’re very happy for him, and excited for his future, we’re still adjusting to a quiet house.

Lisa, my wife, would invite her girl friends over each Tuesday for a Weekly Girls’ Night. I’d mostly stay out of their hair. I don’t have anything against Lisa’s friends — I like them all very much — but their girl talk doesn’t interest me, so I’d try and make myself scarce. Seems lately I find myself napping in the other room, presumably recovering from my Monday night bowling league; We’re on track to be league champions!

We’d just cleared the table from dinner, knowing Lisa’s friends would be arriving in a few minutes. “I’ll just head upstairs and putter around for a bit. Have fun tonight, hun.”

“Oh no, not so fast, buster. Stick around tonight; we’ve got a movie I think you’ll enjoy.”

Lisa knew my Achilles heel. I was a big movie buff, and enjoyed watching just about any movie — comedy, western, action, foreign… even the odd romance, on occasion. “Oh, what movie? Is it a new release?”

“Yeah, it’s very new. And it’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait until the girls get here.”

“Okay, if you’re sure I won’t be intruding… sounds fun.”

“Excellent. I promise you, the girls will love playing with you.”

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Over the next dozen minutes, each of the Girls’ Night group trickled in. Bonnie was the last one to arrive, bringing the total to seven: Me, Lisa, and five of Lisa’s friends. Bonnie was grinning at me eagerly while asking Lisa “Is he going to do it tonight?”

“Yes, tonight’s the big night,” my wife replied.

“This must be some movie to have you all so excited.” I spoke to the group as a whole. Nervous laughter was the only reply I received.

“John, you don’t know the half of it,” Lisa began before softly adding “(anymore).” Before I could ask her what that was supposed to mean she started ushering me and her guests to the TV room. “Let’s get this movie started. Bonnie, you get the wine, I’ll pop in the tape.”

Lisa sat me down right in the middle of the couch while the other ladies took up the spots beside me, filling out the rest of the couch. She then went over to our camcorder and ejected the video cassette.

I stifled a yawn, curious why we were playing a camcorder recording. Was this a movie Lisa bootlegged from pay-per-view? As Lisa walked closer to the VCR I leaned back in the couch making myself a little more comfortable. Lisa pushed the cassette into the VCR slot and pressed play.

My eyes gently closed.

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I awoke several hours later feeling quite refreshed, but slightly embarrassed. I sat up and wiped the drool from my chin. “Oh, I’m sorry, ladies. Guess I was more tired than I thought tonight. I hope my snoring didn’t ruin the show.”

The ladies looked at each other, like they were sharing a joke, before Lisa answered for the group “No, your… noises complimented the, uh, show nicely. Besides, we were just about finished anyway. The girls were just about to ‘head out’.”

I stood up, and as sometimes happens after a long nap, my member started to ‘awaken’ with the rest of me. I was just thankful my comfy shorts hid my burgeoning erection.

“Well, I’m sorry I missed it, but I’m glad you all had a good time. I’ll help see you out.” I walked with Lisa to our front door, turning on the foyer and front porch lights. I stood beside Lisa with my arm around her waist while her friends put on their boots and coats.

After they were all dressed for outside I opened the door, shivering slightly as the cold reached me through my clothes. One by one Lisa’s friends gave her a hug and gave me a handshake as they filed out the door.

Bonnie was the last one to leave. After hugging Lisa, she gave me a handshake like all the others. Then she extended her reach to clasp my forearm. Without letting go, she looked me right in the eyes and asked “John, describe what I’m doing right now. What would you call it?”

“What… the handshake?” I was a little bewildered at the simplicity of her question. “I dunno… it’s just like a sort of Roman gladiatorial handshake, right?”

Continuing with her handshake, she gave my forearm two quick squeezes in succession. “Exactly right, John. Just a fun little handshake between friends; my favorite kind!” Without loosening her grip on my forearm she looked at my wife. “I can’t believe this worked! How long can you keep him like this?”

“That’s entirely up to John.” My wife replied. “Or at least his subconscious.”

“I think I’m going to have to start coming by more often, now.”

“Ha ha,” Lisa laughed. “You’re always welcome. Bring your Mom, next time. I’d love to hear how retirement’s treating her.” Lisa offered.

“Ha! I love it!!” Bonnie gave my forearm one more shake and squeeze before reluctantly releasing her grip, and left for her car.

Still standing in the open doorway watching her, and ordu escort the rest of Lisa’s friends off, I turned to my wife and said “Bonnie was acting a bit weird there… what’s up with her?”

Holding back her laughter, Lisa replied “Well honey, ‘Hypnosis does work.'”

Immediately upon hearing that phrase, my memories of the evening came rushing back to my wakeful consciousness.

“Oh my God!! I can’t believe I did that!!”

————————————

Several hours earlier…

John had just sat down in the center of his living room couch, surrounded by Lisa’s friends. It was only through Lisa’s insistence that he sat in the center rather than off to one side, as his instincts had first tried to have him do. As far as John was aware, tonight was supposed to be strictly a ladies night, so he wasn’t quite sure yet why he felt like the guest of honor.

He was surrounded by Lisa’s friends, Christy, Marjorie, Jill and Wendy. Bonnie was in the kitchen grabbing a bottle of wine, and Lisa was diligently setting up the home electronics, to her very exacting specifications.

Lisa, with the help of her friends, had spent the last eight Tuesdays very carefully conditioning her husband by way of hypnosis, and tonight they would reveal the full fruits of their efforts. If all went well with John tonight, Lisa expected there to be many repeat performances in future Tuesdays’… maybe even multiple night a week.

Lisa carefully and exaggeratedly ejected the tape from the camcorder — the first step in John’s conditioning to enter a hypnotic state. John visibly relaxed at the simple early stage, making himself more comfortable on the couch.

John was such an easy subject, only two steps were required from him to re-enter his altered and suggestible state of mind. The final step was putting the very same video tape into the VCR and pressing play.

The screen was filled with a snowy static, and a gentle white noise filled the air. It was immediately obvious to all present that John was completely unconscious. His eyes were closed and his breathing had fallen into a steady pattern.

Bonnie walked back into the room carrying two bottles of wine and a stack of cups. “I wasn’t sure who wanted red and who wanted white, so I brought them bo– shit, is he out already? That’s the fastest yet! But why is he still wearing clothes? Get him naked already!! I’ve been divorced for six months, I want to see some dick tonight!”

Wendy countered, “Bonnie, it is Lisa’s husband you’re talking about, y’know. Show some restraint. Besides, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this. Taking away John’s free will and using it to expose him to us all does sound kinda creepy. It’s violating. How would you feel if the tables were turned?”

Bonnie responded “Who cares how he feels, he’s a man!! Let’s be honest, if the shoe was on the other foot, he and his buddies wouldn’t hesitate to get any or all of us all naked.”

Lisa finally chimed in. “Ladies, we’ve been over this. Hypnosis doesn’t work that way. We can’t get him to do anything his subconscious doesn’t actually want him to do. He’s a willing participant.”

“Whether he knows it or not!” Bonnie couldn’t help but add.

“That’s exactly my point,” continued Lisa. “He’s already agreed! Oh sure, we conditioned him to forget, but that was just so he wouldn’t be embarrassed every time he saw one of you. Bottom line: he’s my husband, I love him, and nobody” she locked eyes with Bonnie “is going to do anything to hurt him.”

The static on the TV changed to the show an image of John and Lisa’s living room. The room was empty, and 09-15-1987 was time stamped in the lower corner.

Wendy whispered excitedly “Shhh, it’s starting, it’s starting!!”

“Wake him up, let’s do this!”

Lisa patted her hands out, signalling the friends to quiet down, and turned her attention to John. Speaking softly, she said “John, you are in a safe place surrounded by friends. When I count to three you will awaken feeling calm and alert. As you see events happen on the TV, you will not recall them or your reaction to them, but they will feel completely familiar and innocent. You will also have no memory of being hypnotized, either now or previously. Any experience that feels out of the ordinary, you will perceive as perfectly mundane. One. Two. Three.”

John opened his eyes, unaware any time had passed at all, and focused his attention on the TV. In the recording, all six ladies were on screen settling into various seats.

John grinned at the the ladies present and gestured towards their recorded selves. “Oh, so this is what you ladies get up to on Tuesday night when I’m not around! Do you take turns practicing for ToastMasters?”

“Not quite, smart guy,” Lisa joked back. “You could say we’re documenting a science experiment. Watch.”

——

The recorded Lisa called out “John, can you come down for a minute? We need your help with something!”

A few moments later John appeared on the screen. He looked towards the camera then quipped to everybody “Oh, osmaniye escort so this is what you ladies get up to on Tuesday night when I’m not around! Do you take turns practicing for ToastMasters?”

“Not exactly,” the recorded Lisa responded with a wink to the camera.

“Say John,” interrupted Bonnie, “‘is it hot in here?'”

“No, I don’t think so. Need me to turn up the A/C?”

“Never mind.”

——

As the recording of John was remarking on the A/C, the real John silently stood up and walked over to Bonnie, standing in front of her. He reached down to the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. He turned it back right-side out and folded it, before handing it to Bonnie. Bonnie took it without comment. John walked back to his spot on the couch and sat back down, topless in just his jeans.

Bonnie raised her right eyebrow and smirked in Lisa’s direction. Lisa responded with an approving nod.

——

“No, John. We’re going to hypnotize you.” The recorded Lisa said.

“Ha, hypnotism doesn’t work!” John replied confidently.

Lisa walked over to John and placed her hand on his arm. “Oh, honey, you couldn’t be more wrong. By the time we’re finished with you,” she spoke seductively, while lightly caressing his arm, “you’ll be our naked play thing. You’ll do whatever we want, and we want to watch you cum.”

“You guys have been hitting the bottle early tonight. Never gonna happen. Hypnosis just isn’t real.”

——

“I’d forgotten about your hypnotism gag.” The real John replied to the group as he watch the playback. “I would have thought you’d forgotten about it too. Not to repeat myself,” John gestured at his image on the TV, “but there’s no way. You’ll never get me clucking like a chicken.”

Christy spoke up “Cluck like a chicken?”

“Yeah, what Lisa just said in the video: make me play a chicken. Make me cluck.” John said.

“You’re sure about that? ‘Is it hot in here?'” Christy asked John.

John stood up and walked over to stand before Christy. He unbuckled his belt. “Absolutely positively. Hypnosis is just the stuff of stories.” He pulled his jeans down his legs and stepped out of them. Folding them, he handed them to Christy then sat back on the couch, wearing only his blue boxer briefs. “I promise you I’ll never cluck like a chicken.”

Bonnie couldn’t help but reply “John, I’m inclined to agree with you. Maybe you could ‘head out’ and ‘serve us’ girls some wine.”

At the mention of the first trigger phrase, John’s cock began to swell. As it raised, it formed a tent in his briefs. First small, then larger. Within seconds it was pointing towards the horizon, pulling the waistband away from his skin. Technically he wasn’t exposed –anyone close enough to peer down would only see inky shadows — but he was far from decent.

Before his mind could process what was happening in his underwear, it reacted to the second trigger. He immediately stood up and affected his best English accent (which wasn’t especially good). “Yes, ma’am. Right away ma’am.” He walked to the end table where Bonnie had placed the glasses and wine and proceeded to pour and deliver a full glass to every participant. He served Lisa’s glass last — like a good hostess should — and asked “I trust everything is satisfactory, ma’am?”

“Oh yes, I’d say everything is coming along quite nicely,” she answered with a smile.

“Very good, ma’am.” John replied automatically. He took a half step backwards, just enough to show a butler-ly deference to Lisa and clasped his hands behind his back, waiting for any further drink requests.

“Cheers!” said Lisa, casually, while tapping her glass against John’s still horizontal dick. His member wobbled slightly, but stayed confined within its blue prison, despite its attempts to extricate itself.

Drawing her attention back to the TV, Wendy exclaimed “we’re missing it!”

“Oh, big deal,” said Christy. “We never even did anything that first night. Just a lot of talking. For over a month!”

“A lot of talk, yes, but essential for John.” said Lisa. “He had to become familiar and comfortable with the basics before we could… ahem… broaden his horizons.”

“You mean get to the dirty stuff!” Bonnie said bluntly.

“Yes, Bonnie. But I suppose we could fast forward a bit.” Lisa reached for the remote and pressed the fast forward button. The images on the screen sped up and the time stamps increased.

First 09-22-1987, then 09-29-1987, speeding past several more before Christy shouted “Stop! Here’s good!” The time stamp read 10-20-1987.

——

All the ladies were present, as was John. He was dressed in his usual casual evening attire: t-shirt and jeans. He was seated in the couch, eyes closed, clearly in a trance. Lisa was speaking to him. “… and whenever you hear the phrase ‘serve us’ you will become a refined English butler. You will be compelled to provide the best personal service you can to all the ladies around you. If you hear the phrase a second time, you will stop being a butler and have sinop escort no memories from your time as a butler. If…”

——

“Ugh, no that wasn’t it.” Christy was obviously disappointed. “Keep going a little more please.” Lisa obliged. “Stop! Ok, now I’m *sure* this is the bit I want.”

——

10-27-1987

Again, all were present in the living room; John under Lisa’s spell sitting peacefully on the couch. The ladies were discussing what the next suggestion should be. Bonnie snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it. John needs a nice Halloween costume. What if we…” Bonnie leaned over and whispered in Lisa’s ear. The whispers were too quiet for the camcorder to pick up.

Lisa’s smile grew with each word Bonnie relayed. “Yes, yes I think that will do the trick.”

Walking closer to John, she began her instructions. “John, whenever you hear the phrase ‘is it hot in here’ you will stop what you are doing, and you will walk up to the person who said it. You will not think about what you are doing — you will not even realize you are doing it. The answer in your mind is always ‘yes, it is hot in here’ so you will remove one layer of covering to cool off, until there is nothing left covering you. You will then fold each piece of clothing you remove and gratefully give it to the person who reminded you of the heat.

——

John was halfway through refilling Marjorie’s wine glass when he heard the phrase on the television. He set the glass and bottle down, his ‘butler duties’ forgotten, and walked wordlessly in front of Lisa. He unceremoniously peeled down his briefs, causing his cock to spring out, slapping his belly. Released from its uncomfortable confines, his cock now pointed nearly straight up to the North Star. John let his underwear drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Picking them up he delicately folded them and offered them to Lisa.

“Thank you,” she giggled.

Resuming his butler role, John placed his hands behind his back and nodded curtly as his wife. “Ma’am.” Then returned to pouring Marjorie her refill.

——

“Thank god. I’ve been wanting to do this one from day one! Now let’s test it out!” Bonnie said eagerly.

“Uhmm…” Lisa wavered, appearing to have second thoughts. “We usually wait a session or two before trying a new command out. It gives it time to bake in better, to feel more natural for John, but I guess Halloween is this Saturday. Okay, Bonnie it was your idea, so you do the honors.”

“Oh Johnny, ‘is it hot in here?'” Bonnie asked very exaggeratedly.

John stood up and walked to Bonnie.

——

Mirroring the recording, John dropped his butler facade again, and walked to face Bonnie. She was sitting on the edge of her seat on an ottoman beside the couch. From where John now stood, his pubes were less than an inch from Bonnie’s face. If he’d been aware of his actions, he would feel her warm breath blow through his thick bush at the base of his cock. If she’d though faster, she would have reached her tongue out and licked him without moving her head. He stood there for an eternity– in Bonnie’s mind;– 20 seconds in actuality. Then, abruptly, he turned and walked up the stairs, and out of sight down the 2nd floor hall.

Meanwhile, on the TV forgotten by all, the image of John rather mundanely removed his long-sleeved work short, revealing his t-shirt beneath, then sat back down.

Utterly stunned, Bonnie stammered “Uh… what the hell just happened?”

“Did we break him?” Wendy worried. “Maybe he snapped out of it…”

“Wendy,” Lisa started patiently, “if John wasn’t hypnotized anymore, do you think he’d all but face fuck Bonnie then calmly leave the room?”

Bonnie blushed at Lisa’s remark, realizing her earlier thoughts had been written all over her face.

“Okay, so what then? Is he going in reverse now and putting on more clothes?”

“Oh, I hope not.” Wendy mock whined. “I had started to acclimate to an underwear-clad man-servant. I was looking forward to having a completely naked one now!”

“Well maybe he’s putting it on so he can take it off again?”

Lisa mused, “does sound kinda redundant, but I guess hypnotized people don’t take the most thought out actions.”

They heard a noise at the top of the stairs and all turned to see how John had interpreted his subconscious suggestion. Wendy gasped, Lisa grinned and let out a soft “Oh my.” Bonnie laughed and stomped her feet like an excited school girl. “Holy fuck! That’s… awesome!”

John reached the bottom of the stairs and all the ladies could clearly see John had completely shaved his pubic hair. Over 30 years of man bush was gone, as if it had never been, and his crotch was as bald as the day he was born — albeit now significantly more impressive.

He walked through the group, again stopping before Bonnie. John had walked back to the exact same spot he’d left, however Bonnie must have shifted forward ever so slightly in the ensuing confusion. John, still sporting a massive erection and standing before Bonnie, gently pressed his boner against her face. She was in no hurry to move, but was instead savoring the experience. His cock went from her chin to her forehead, and she could feel his every heart beat as it pulsed through his cock. They were so close to each other that his cock would tap her forehead every time it pulsed.

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