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This story is based on an old erotic film I saw on Ch 47 cable 4 in Toronto back in the 1990s.

Brushing her long blonde hair back so she could yawn, Giovanna stretched her arms and reached across to the pillow beside her, disappointed to not feel her husband beside her. Probably had to rush to the hospital for an emergency surgery; at least last night he made somewhat satisfying love to her. She rubbed her eyes open, and rose up to a seated position and looked towards her bedroom window. The curtains were shut, but a sliver of light seeped in between the curtains, highlighting the nose of her beautiful face and her cleavage as the blanket fell away from her breasts, exposing them to the cool air. She stretched her arms one last time and slowly climbed out of bed naked, revealing her toned physique and legs to the rest of the bedroom. Her skin was still young, healthy and smooth thanks to her healthy diet and avoidance of tobacco, alcohol and drugs for the short thirty two years of her life. Narcistically, she paused to admire herself in the mirror when she heard the sound of a hedge trimmer come nearby; her husband was a very wealthy physician and had hired help to take care of all the major chores.

Wait? Did she notice an eye peeking between the curtains? Quickly, she covered her breasts with a hand bra and rushed towards the window, peeking between the curtains. She saw the gardener looking back; a tall, handsome and well built man probably in bitlis escort his mid twenties trimming the garden bushes wearing only a pair of jeans and running shoes.

Giovanna then realized she had instinctively reached down and was rubbing her fingers up and down both her labia, touching her clit each time up. She quickly backed away and quickly rushed to the side of the window, all the while rubbing her labia. After reaching up to brush her clit again, she used her index and middle finger to rub down both lips of her labia while pulling them apart, opening up her vagina. She then leaned against her makeup desk and inserted two fingers from her free hand inside and within a few thrusts shuddered and sighed with pleasure as her orgasm overtook her.

Blushing at the thought of being seen by a potential voyeur gardener, she decided to wear a dark blue short summer dress that only went down half thigh length. She brushed her hair, did her makeup and eye liner, then added lipstick to make her gorgeous face stand out even more. She then picked up her Android phone and called a taxi to take her to town for breakfast; despite her husband’s constant nagging she just drive either their Ferrari or Lambourghini which he purposely left in the garage for her, she hated driving. Those cars were for her husband to chauffeur her around, Giovanna thought to herself.

Wait! Giovanna realized that she had just put on a short summer bolu escort dress, with no underwear on. She contemplated going commando, but decided to be more modest in case of an accident. She quickly picked up a regular pair of white cotton panties and slipped them on, then a beautiful pair of heels to match her dress, then strode quickly outside, for the taxi would be there soon.

Giovanna stepped onto the porch outside her front door and looked down, where she saw the community newspaper and flyers lying at her feet. She knelt down to pick them up, when she saw an article on the front page of the newspaper that interested her. She stayed low to browse the article, and to better stabilize herself, she squatted so her rear was beneath her knees, and her legs spread wide to give her good balance.

“Good morning!”

The voice started Giovanna and she had to wiggle a big to retain her balance, bringing her face to face with her younger handsome gardener. He smiled at her:

“My name is David. I’m the gardener your husband hired to take care of your grounds.”

“Nice to meet you David. I’m Giovanna,” she replied coyly. She noticed that he couldn’t help but stare down at her, while she stared up and admired his well toned physique. She gathered up the newspaper and flyers when she noticed his open hand offered to her:

“I can get those and put them in the mailbox for you.”

Giovanna smiled and gladly burdur escort gave the papers to David, expecting him to help her up. Instead he just took the flyers and put them in the mailbox by reaching behind him, grinning at her all the time. She then saw the taxi pull onto her driveway, and looked up to see David’s face suddenly become very disappointed. At this point he reached down, and when she put her hand in his, gently and slowly pulled her to her feet.

“Thank you David”, she said politely as she walked to the taxi and opened the passenger door.

“See you later Giovanna!” yelled David as he turned his muscular and sculpted back to her to return to work.

“Bye! It was great to finally meet you and talk!” replied Giovanna as she got in the taxi and closed the door. As she sat in the seat she adjusted the hemline of her dress towards her needs to protect her modesty and buckled herself in.

“Take me to hotel at the beach” Giovanna instructed the taxi driver, who nodded politely and began to drive, though she noticed him sneaking peeks of her beautifully sculpted legs periodically. It was only after a few cycles of this did she realize that she unknowingly gave David a full view up her dress to her panties, which embarrassed her a little; however the thought that David could not resist looking between her legs hardened her nipples a little, making them extra sensitive against her summer dress, and swelled her labia as well, causing more sensitivity in her loins as the taxi drove down the twists and turns of her hilltop neighbourhood, allowing a bumpy ride that brought her panties against her labia frequently. Throughout this pleasurable ride, she couldn’t help but think of David and his perfectly sculpted body.

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Watching your ex wife rub oil into her asshole, without permission, can generally lead to problems. Especially when you decide to record it, outside a window, in her own backyard. Luckily, it had been a whole 24 hours, and the police had yet to arrive. And luckily, Beth never realized I filmed her.

My 12 year old son Tom texted me the next day after school. He told me his mom, yelled at him that he was in charge of his meds, and if he forgot them again, he would be grounded for a month. Seeing as how I went to Beth’s to track down said medication, only to be confronted with her end of day pregnancy rub down, I was not surprised.

Tom was simply taking one for the team, even if he didn’t know it. I chuckled when he let me know about his mom’s anger, wanting to explain things to him. Even if I did, he would not understand or appreciate it as a 12 year old. Maybe he never would since it was his mom I was watching, naked and unaware.

I had to work late Wednesday, making up time for all of my running around and getting Tom, spying on my ex wife, and watching the pornographic videos I had captured of Beth by herself and with her husband. It was her mistake to put a TV with a high definition camera on the wall of her bedroom. I corrected her mistake by accessing the camera through my son’s Skype account. Once on accident, the second time on purpose.

Beth was just the most beautiful woman I met, and the first woman I truly fell in love with. Until I saw her accidentally expose her vagina to me the other day, I forgot how much I was attracted to her. I had blocked it out over the years. But it came back in a flood when I saw Betsy again, her vagina.

It was just past 7pm at work and I was alone and bored. I was going to burn the midnight oil and get caught up on my hours. I usually got in 50 per week, but so far, I was barely on track for 40. Opening my desk drawer to grab a snack, I saw the envelope with the phone recordings from the other day. I grabbed it, needing a break. Wanting to take a hit from my favorite drug, Beth.

I was the only one in the office No cars other than mine were in the lot. The cleaning staff had come and gone. I grabbed a Coke from the machine and figured I’d have some alone time in the bathroom. I walked past our large conference room and paused.

The overhead projector had an incredibly large screen. I was always up for making a good thing better, and watching my voyeuristic recordings on the big screen would do just that. I walked in, shut the door, and started up the computer.

While the screen warmed up, I made sure the blinds were down and the door locked. Thankfully, it wasn’t a glass enclosed conference room, but one that was private so people in the hall could not see the presentations or who was meeting. I was safe.

I plugged the card in the computer and opened up the folder. Over 30 pictures and 5 videos. I decided to go in chronological order and bypassed the pictures. The videos would present the story of the day. The pictures would just provide more clarity.

I opened the first file. The 20 by 10 foot screen lit up with a shaky image of Beth, off in the distance and waiting for Tom at school. Once again, she was wearing her black cotton dress. It was much more erotic in person, and the see through nature of it didn’t really come across from the distance.

Still, the shape of her round ass was just as I remembered. The static of my hand, moving over the camera, was loud and annoying. I muted the volume since the visual was all I wanted anyways.

The next video was the same shot, but closer. I definitely had an improved view of her ass. As my hands holding the phone settled, the pale skin behind the fabric of Beth’s dress came into view as she crouched. Christ, I could even make out the darkness of her asshole and a tuft of hair defining her anal patch while her butt spread open!

Beth’s hand moved casually across her bottom. She was clearly scratching her rectum as the dress seemed to push inside the hole from her itching. I didn’t even notice this while watching it live, but now her finger was exploded up to at least a foot in size on the monitor. It was a bit blurry, but when I rewound and played in slow motion, the quarter inch penetration into her asshole could not be missed.

I kept expecting her to turn around and look into the camera. The zoom made it seem like I was crawling close behind her, holding the camera right up to her butt. Beth’s dress covered ass took up the entire screen, white skin shinning behind the fabric. Suddenly, the bell rang and she stood up. The video came to an abrupt end.

Video 3 was much better. Beth initially was standing back in the shadows, off in the distance, watching Tom approach me. But, when she heard about the video game I brought, she approached to check it out. Beth walked out from the shadow of the trees, towards the sun, and her front lit up.

Beth’s face was the blemish free, soft, glowing skin that I always remembered. Lips full kahramanmaraş escort and red with deep blue eyes to contrast them. Eyebrows slightly thick and well trimmed. Long, blonde hair that floated like silky strands of gold. She was beautiful.

But her pregnant chest is what stood out, shining like two full moons in the night. The sun was spraying bright white beams across her milk filled breasts, welcoming them out of the darkness. The result was that the sheer white skin behind the black cotton fabric was captured easily by the camera as it glistened. My eyes, when looking at Beth, got the impression that 25% of her breasts were visible beneath the sheer fabric. On camera, it seemed closer to 50%.

The size and shape of her nipples was obvious. Even the pink color seemed apparent. Beth’s chest bounced by, pencil tip nipple now becoming the focus as the large, four foot breasts bobbed across the screen. Sadly, it became too shaky to notice, my hands not finding it easy to walk and shoot.

When the walking stopped, I began to pretend I was spelling “Mortal Kombat” on my phone. Beth did not approve of the game and I was merely mocking a google search of the reviews. It was a typical back and forth we had. I smiled, remembering how I simply held the camera 5 feet away from Beth’s chest and recorded. Her watching, appearing to let me, looking at my phone, not realizing what I was actually doing.

Beth’s breast spanned almost the entire 20 feet of wall as my phone zoomed in on it. Her nipple was at least 4 feet in width. The pencil tip, folding behind the fabric, looked bigger than the size of my head. I opened my mouth, wondering how much of it I could force into it.

By the time the video ended, my erection was ready to be released. I started the next video and unzipped my pants, knowing that these involved nudity. They were the videos I captured behind her house.

Sure enough, there was Beth, on the couch in her white robe. Slouching forward, her belly stood proud while the heavy bush of her vagina could be seen between her open robe. I was watching her prepare for a daily pregnancy oil down.

I remembered how she masturbated herself by rubbing her belly in bed with Frank the other night. I wondered if that was why she was continually massaging it, generating the warm and tingly feelings throughout the day for a giant build up at night.

Beth was now opening her robe, bringing out her tits for their massage. First the right, coated in oil. Fuck, they were bigger on the screen than I remembered. The blinds on her window kept making it hard for the camera to focus, so every now and then her tits just blurred out.

I paused, rewound, and played on super slow motion. Beth was squeezing her left tit with both hands. Slowly, between her fingers, a small pink torpedo appeared. Then, as it came into full view, a volcanic nipple, pink and glistening, rose like dough.

When the entire nipple had erupted out of Beth’s squeezing hands, it mushroomed out with the white skin of her boob flowing through her fingers. The squeezing created a ball like appearance, half red nipple, half white skin. Pausing, I felt like I was looking at an Andy Warhol painting.

The video continued with the dark green hedge from when I ducked out of position as Beth began to sit up. For 30 seconds, I saw nothing but ground. Then, with a brief return of the green hedge, the screen was once again filled with Beth in the TV room.

A large, round pregnant ass was pointing right back at me. The blinds made it a bit annoying, but between the slits, Beth was bent over, massaging her ass. Oiling it. Opening it. The fact that the TV was on, Beth watching a bunch of woman, made it even more bizarre and erotic. I was almost the literal fly on the wall I had always hoped to be.

Beth had moved to her left ass cheek and the video suddenly ended. I remembered that I had used this time to take photos, wanting higher definition. I thought about checking them out, but the next video was my hopeful treasure.

I turned the volume back on and double clicked. I could only see hedges, but I could clearly hear Beth, yelling from behind the glass. I had kept the camera low while transitioning from camera to video.

“Oh my god!”

Beth had caught me. The camera was shaking, focussing on the ground as I yelled back to her, telling her I needed Tom’s meds. Less than 10 seconds went by when the entire conference room echoed with her loud screams. The camera focussed on her in the doorway, face distorted and angry.

“What the fuck are you DOING!”

Beth stood inside the back door, yelling at me, reading me the riot act. I stared at the angry woman, listened to her screams, and became even more turned on. It seemed I was witnessing a woman lose her mind. It was electric, watching her rage as she opened her robe to mock me.

“…Here… come on… jerk off you fucking asshole.”

Beth was doing an incredible job of simulation kastamonu escort a guy masturbating. I put it in slow motion, watched her hand pump up and down over her clit. Her belly slowly wobbled. Her tits moved in harmony with the slow, pumping hand.

I returned the video to normal speed. Beth turned and walked out of the doorway. The moment she went to grab the forgotten meds. Beth returned, thick heavy bush still leading the way, showing her monumental disdain for me. I watched as her angry face looked at me, robe hanging open, and her arm threw the bottle right towards me.

“His meds. Here are his fucking meds you asshole.”

After the thud of the bottle hitting my forehead, the camera began focussing on random objects. I had recovered, still recording, and picked up the medicine. Beth continued telling me what when felt about me. The camera once again steadied on her, bent over, yelling at me.

“Your an asshole…right there…that’s you…”

Beth had bent over to moon me, but then took it to the extreme and spread herself open. It was her angry, orgasmic way to show her complete lack of respect and concern for me. That she could give a fuck about what I did and saw.

Initially, her open ass took up a quarter of the screen, but as I walked towards her, holding out my phone, Beth’s ass spread before me across the entire 20 feet. I hit pause.

“Holy shit….”

I stood up, stroking myself, walking towards the screen. Beth’s pussy wasn’t just oily, it was wet. Her lips were clearly coated in some type of sexual dew. A small puddle of trapped liquid seemed suspended in the entrance of her vagina, now open as she spread her butt cheeks.

Lower, Beth’s clitoris seemed like it was about to pop, white and swollen. I opened my mouth, bending down, licking the screen, not able to fit half of it between my lips. Pushing my nose into her pee hole, shut tight, but clearly making it’s presence known.

The anger in Beth clearly excited her. Her vagina was swollen with blood, forcing out the fluids deep in her body. It was a river of sexual juices. But the treasure lay at the top of the screen. I grabbed a chair, stood, and looked eye to eye with Beth’s giant asshole.

If I wanted to, I could count the rings on Beth’s anus. The deep crevices bulged out at me as Beth was apparently bearing down at this moment. Her insides and the pressure of her belly was forcing her asshole to expand to pooping capacity, open wide, revealing a pink smooth center.

Encircling my head was Beth’s ring of anal hair. Each strand of dark hair was about one foot in length, standing proud against the tender skin that surrounded Beth’s open biology. It would take a lawnmower to clear away the heavy grass that surrounded her bunny hole.

A bunny hole that, up close, at this level of clarity, was so very dirty. No less than 4 small clumps of poop were stuck in her butt hair. Each would have fed a family of 5 at their current size. Even the skin under the hairs show signs of staining, perhaps from years of passage.

I pushed my head into her ass. I jerked myself hard, ready to release. As I rolled my head into the large, dark anus, open and ready for me to crawl into, I came into the wet, open vagina 3 feet below.

When my body was done, I sat back on the table, watching my semen drip along the 6 foot vagina. I wondered if Beth would have recognized herself if she walked in. If her time with the mirror put her on such an intimate level with her privates.

I cleaned up the room, more specifically, the screen, and decided to call it a night. Trying to put your head into your ex wife’s ass takes more out of you than you might think. Give it a try sometime and see how much energy you need to get it done.

The harder part is not wanting to do it again. I suppose it would be like eating bad food your entire life, but for one day, being fed the most luxurious food in the world. Could you stop? Would you do anything you could to go back for seconds?

Sometimes, you might just be better off not getting that fabulous meal. Not knowing that it even exists. Finding out about it could ruin your life, turn getting that meal into an obsession. And that was my current dilemma with Beth. I was obsessed.

Thursday morning came and I lay in bed, wondering if I dared risk another staged Skype call. It was the morning, and people were more likely to be suspicious of someone like me lurking about, sneaking into Beth’s house while she took Tom to school. So, I quickly dropped that plan and figured I’d try to use an inside man.

“Hey…call if you can.”

It was 7:30. Tom had to be at school by 8. There was a small window of time, but I’d figure I’d try. I sat on my bed, hoping he would call on my Skype again like he did before. Instead, a few minutes later, my pone rang.

“What’s up?”

Shit. The plan failed.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

I figured there was still hope.

“Just getting kayseri escort ready for school.”

Well, I could have guessed that.

“Is mom there?”

Of course she was, but I had to ask.

“Yea. She’s downstairs. Why?”

An opening appeared.

“Can you do me a favor? I’m trying to change some settings on my Skype. Can you call from her room again?”

Tom didn’t sound suspicious in the least.

“Yea. Sure. But hang on.”

I waited about 30 seconds, listening to nothing. Then, sure enough, a call came through on my TV. I answered. There was Tom, in Beth’s room, bed uncovered and clearly slept in. She must have been behind schedule. We stared at each other.

“How’s this?”

Tom was speaking quietly. He knew he was somewhere he shouldn’t be, but it wasn’t something he hadn’t done before. Tom set his phone on the dresser and turned to the TV. He did the first half of his job correct. Now, for the second.

“Great. I think I got it. Thanks.”

Tom hit the standby power and looked up, seeing that the TV was off. Just like before, he remained on my screen. He turned and left, having completed his job. Some day, perhaps on my dying bed, I’d have to thank him for all he did for me.

It was almost comforting to be back in Beth’s bedroom once again. Good old standby, where the screen shuts off, but the computer on the TV keeps running so notifications or DVR features can keep updating. Nothing is really off these days unless it is unplugged. I started up my DVR and smiled at my devious victory as I hit record.

I would have watched the screen all day, patiently and eagerly waiting for Beth to make an appearance. Show me her beautiful shape. Her intimate features. Her feminine wiles. It was thankfully, however, not going to be an all day wait.

“Tom. Let’s hustle. You’re running late…”

Beth was loud, much closer than the kitchen. It seemed as though she was just outside of the hallway.

“I’m getting ready…”

Tom was equally close, apparently in his room.

“And look at this room. You need to clean it, mister.”

Tom sounded exasperated.

“Alright. I will.”

Beth continued.

“And here, why are your books not in your backpack.”

I listened to a faint rumbling noise, and then a quick zippering. Beth was packing him up.

“I was going to…”

Tom sounded tired and annoyed. Beth did also.

“Now…hurry up…”

I waited, anticipating Beth’s appearance. At any moment she was…

“Holy shit…”

Staring at her, my body froze like a man turning to stone while looking at Medusa. But for me, it was not out of hideousness, but out of incredible erotic beauty. Beth was not in her usual dress but instead wore a short, thin purple nighty. Her naked body floated beneath it, proudly on display from under translucent fabric.

The outfit was certainly comfortable and light on the body. Her breasts seemed to fit in pouches of fabric, like hammocks. They weren’t supported, but merely given a nice place to lay down. Her pregnant stomach swelled out, belly button firm and round. And her pubic hair stood erect, away from the fabric that hung loosely over her stomach.

It might have been the outfit for a first time mom, with no kids around the house. But, with Tom? Seriously? I knew Beth grew up in a house with open doors and shared bathrooms. Hell, I saw her mom naked on several occasions. And just like how I didn’t understand it then, I didn’t understand it now. Which, I guess, was another reason we are divorced.

Beth looked in the mirror, performing her lip and cheek stretches to verify she was facially ready to drop Tom off at school. Her white butt floated behind the hanging fabric, ending a few inches below her ass. I wondered how many times she just sat on the couch for her family to admire her.

Sure Beth was beautiful. She knew it. She flaunted it. It was her only talent, so she used it instinctively. All the time, to try and get her way, to seem friendly, honest, and appreciative. Everybody loves and trusts and beautiful woman. Apparently, Beth practiced it full time at home as well.

With a graceful ease, Beth grabbed the hem of her nighty and lifted it over her head. She stood before me, holding the sheer fabric, casually looking at herself. At least she realized that everything had a limit and the outfit couldn’t be worn to school. Although, I don’t think any of the men would have complained at the mother’s ass walking along the sidewalk.

Her eyes stopped and looked on her dresser. Tom’s phone. Fuck! Evidence of the crime! She picked it up, looking at it, browsing through the contents with her back to me. I was torn between excitement over her pale ass, and fear that she would find out I was looking at her pale ass.

“Tom!”

A problem was certainly developing. I watched, waiting for Beth to grab a robe, slip on her dress. Instead, she just held an arm across her breasts, letting the soft purple fabric hang in front to block her belly and vagina.

Tom walked in, not in the least bothered by his mom’s appearance. Apparently, this was a routine occurrence. Beth looked at him, holding his phone.

“Why is your phone in here?”

Tom looked at it, slightly confused.

“I don’t know. I guess I forgot it when I was using the mirror.”

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First of all, thank you for all the positive feedback and support I have gotten on my first story. I never imagined my sexual fantasies would be so appreciated by other to read. My inbox is always open for suggestions, feedback etc, so don’t be shy. Here is chapter 2 of ‘The inner slut of Mara’ and much more is to come. Enjoy!

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Chapter 2

Maras head was still spinning. A mix of emotions made her unable to think for herself. She couldn’t believe all that had happened to her last night and the feelings that it brought up in her. She felt anxious and afraid, but she had never felt hornier and sexier before. She and her boyfriend had come to a point they had just vanilla sex once a month. After dominating and using her. Megan had made her sent him a picture of herself in the sluttiest outfit with the text she couldn’t wait to suck his cock. Now, she was crawling to the front door in that same fishnet bodysuit. Megan had made her inner slut come out, and it had come out fully. She made her ass sway left and right as much as possible since it made her feel sexy. With all her mind she hoped it was her boyfriend on the other side of the door.

It was him and he was in total shock.

‘Mara! What the!?’ She did not wait for him to finish his sentence but pulled him in.

‘Shhh!’

He managed to close the door before she lowered his pants and whipped his cock out. It was already hard! Was she really going to suck his cock in the middle of the shared hallway? What had Megan done to her?

She pushed her ass back and rested on her hands and knees while she took his cock in her mouth. She remembered the ladies from the porn movies. If there was a moment to release all her inhibitions and start her fantasy of being like them, it was now. She made eye contact with him while she looked up.

Tim couldn’t believe his eyes. Normally, H Now, she had turned into something hotter than most pornstars. He was taking it all in. He watched her ass standing out like this in the fishnets. Her boobs were just in his view poking out under her. Her fiery red lips were going up and down over his cock. While she moved her head down, he felt her tongue swirl over the tip of his penis.

She never broke eye contact.

He was shocked. He tried to speak but every time he tried she started to shake her head, his cock never leaving her mouth. It did not take long before he felt his balls tightening up. He was getting close. He tried to push Mara if as a warning, but she wouldn’t let him. She pushed him against the wall and forced his cock all the way down her throat. He felt her tongue on his balls. It was all it took to send him over the edge. She quickly let his cock slip out her mouth to jerk him off all over her tits.

He coated them like a champion. She couldn’t believe it herself, but it felt so good to please him like this. It felt good to finally get out of the pattern they had fallen into. She felt sexy, horny, empowered. It was amazing. She let his cock leave me her lips and she stayed on her knees like that for a bit watching his reaction.

She was happy with what she saw. The feeling of contentment and release was visible on his face and he was clearly positively overwhelmed. She got up and the got into a close embrace.

His eyes fell on her landing strip and they widened. His fingers went over it and she let him. er pussy was a complete mess again. The combination of what she was wearing, the slutty color of her lips and nails and what she just did was too much. She needed release. His fingers found her pussy while her thoughts were somewhere else.

She panicked and grabbed his hands and placed them on her boobs. Megan had given her clear instructions for tonight, and somehow she was willing to follow them. Megan planted a seed in her brain, and she really wanted to do good for her. Not only because she had some embarrassing material on her, but also because the loss of control and pure domination Megan gave her really changed something in her. In a way, this is something she had craved for a long time. She just did not realize it until last night.

He started caressing her breasts which made her even hornier and more frustrated. She stalled until she almost couldn’t resist riding him then and there anymore. She had to get away from him.

‘I’m going to wear this for the rest of the night’ she giggled.

‘I don’t mind, at all’ he said.

She cleaned herself and kept her word. The night continued with her wearing the fishnet bodysuit.

Tom kept praising her for her new look and how hot it was what she did. She cooked for them not changing her outfit. He sipped his beer staring at her while she was busy moving the pans. He complimented her in her ass multiple times while she had to duck to get something or when she had to reach out somewhere.

She only giggled back and it made her feel great. Sexually frustrated, but great. Her pussy had never been so wet before.

When she was about to finish the meal. He came kahramanmaraş escort from behind and kissed her neck. Pressing his bulge against her. She shivered. The pressure against her pussy made her knees get weak instantly and she caught herself bending over the counter to give him better access.

He grinded his hardon on her, spreading her ass with his hands. He grabbed her cheeks hard and she pressed herself and her boobs on the counter. The cold stone made her nipples get hard.

‘Please no’ she was barely able to say.

He was getting his cock and the tip found her hole quickly. He slid immediately all the way in, encouraged by how wet her pussy was.

‘Ohhh my god’ She moaned loudly.

The feeling of his cock had never felt so good and for a couple seconds her body froze. He started pounding her from behind and the feeling made her forget everything in that moment.

James could not believe his luck. What had gotten into Mara. Not that he was complaining, but he had to admit. Their sexlife had been kind of dull lately. And look at them now. First getting that picture from her out of the blue. Then that pornstar worth blowjob. And here he was, fucking her on the kitchen counter. What an amazing view he had on that big ass in those fishnets. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her head back while he slammed his dick in her harder.

Mara was now moaning loudly and could feel her orgasm building inside her. This new her really had waken the beast in James. She couldn’t be happier. Then she remembered what Megan had said. Shit, shit! She wasn’t allowed to do this. Megan owned her pussy now. It took all her willpower to push herself off the counter.

She guided him to the chair in the corner of the room and pushed him down. After she removed his pants and underwear completely she looked back. They were in front of one of the wall mirrors and she made sure she positioned herself so he could see everything in the reflection. She caught him staring at her ass in the mirror and decided to keep standing this time.

Clearly not sure what was going on, James had this cute surprise on his face. He was looking at his girlfriend bending over his cock. In the reflection of the mirror, he had the best view of her thick ass caged in those tight fishnets. Look how soaked her pussy is!

He could follow the line of pubic hair down to her boobs dangling to the sides of his cock. Her tits were swaying while she went up and down. Her red lips were sliding down slowly all the way to his balls. He could see her boobs being pressed on his legs while her tongue touched his balls. Where did she learn all this?

She sucked him good, making sure he kept the best view while doing it. Mara went all the way up letting his cock slip slowly from her lips before catching it again with her mouth to take it deep down her throat. He knew he couldn’t hold out much longer.

She realized while looking at him. She let his cock slip through her lips for the last time. It looked like a mess now covered in red lipstick and spit. She was clearly ready for him to cum. That fact made the whole scene even hotter.

He tried to warn her of himself cumming but she was clearly not listening. She was flicking his cock all over her tits while kneading his balls with her other hand. Literally squeezing the cum out of him.

‘Fuckkkkk Mara!’ He let out just before he was about to cum for the second time in one night.

She wanted to taste it this time. God she was horny. What a slut she had become. Before, even the thought of cum in her mouth disgusted her. Now, she was hungry for it.

She took his cock in her mouth and enjoyed the feeling of warm spurts of cum shooting down her throat. She made sure to get every drop of cum and swallowed it in one go.

‘Thank you again, baby.’ She slowly stood up straight. ‘That was hot.’ She said while she winked at him. All he could do was watch her walk back to the kitchen. Watching that ass move while she walked. What the hell got into her?

-3 months later –

It has now been 3 months since the big night that changed everything. By now Mara had gotten used to her new lifestyle. Keeping her nails and lips painted and trimming her pussy were now part of her routine. It still had the same effect on her and reminded her of her submissive, slutty side.

Ever since that first night, Mara has been aroused more easily and frequently than she had ever been before. Her pussy was constantly wet and swollen. Even at work, she often had difficulties concentrating. Like yesterday with that hot client. Images of her on her knees sucking his huge cock flashed before her eyes when she was talking to him.

It was still only Megan that touched her pussy from time to time. It was insane how quickly things had changed between her and James. It was clear he enjoyed the ‘new’ Mara. After the first weekend he did not even try to get close to her pussy anymore but willingly accept her kastamonu escort blowjobs. It came with great perks too. He had never been so sweet and helpful.

Besides that, he definitely took advantage of her new phase. She had never known how big his libido was until these last months. It became the new normal she gave him multiple blowjobs a day. Where she dreaded them before, now she developed almost an addiction to it. She really was his cocksucking slut during those weekends and he started to treat her more and more like it.

Right now, Mara was laying naked on her back with her legs spread in Megans bedroom. She had just showered and now it was time for Megans little inspection. Their other roommates always had their tennis session around this time, so it was just them.

‘Have you been a good girl this weekend?’ Megan teased.

She was standing before her, fully clothed smirking down on her. She looked so sexy in her tight leather legging and a simple shirt. Her boobs looked big in it. It was clear she was not wearing a bra, her nipples poking through the material like that. Right now, Maras eyes were focused on the black dildo she had strapped on.

‘OMG, look at that swollen pussy of yours!’ She always enjoyed calling Mara out on her arousal. She started playing with the little hairs that formed the landing strip above Maras pussy.

She wasn’t lying. It didn’t take much to get her aroused these days anyways. Displaying herself before her roommate like this, the humiliation, the reminder she was totally in her control, really made her wet. Her eyes were still locked on that big cock. Her mind could only think and anticipate on how it would feel to get fucked by it. How it would feel to finally have her pussy filled again. She was desperately needing some release.

‘Tell me about what a good girl you have been for me this weekend.’

She pushed the tip of her dildo against the opening of Maras sloppy pussy. The feeling made Mara gasp loudly. Her pussy was so sensitive. Her eyes opened wide and were staring into Megans eyes, begging her to push it in further.

‘Or have you been naughty? Have you touched your pussy? ‘ Again, that mischievous smile on Megans face.

She pulled out.

‘No! Please I swear, I have been good. Nobody has touched my pussy. It is yours. Please, please!’ Her eyes were begging Megan.

‘Please what?’ Megan asked?

‘Please fuck my pussy. Omg, I really need to cum. Please give it to me.’

To her relieve Megan pushed the dildo back in her soaking pussy. Deep this time, sending Mara to another state of arousal. She felt so full.

‘Tell me little slut, how was your weekend?’

She started to fuck Mara very slowly.

It was tricky for Mara to even concentrate. The slow fucking was making her feel so good she could almost cry. Every thrust sent a jolt of pleasure through her clit. She tried hard to think back about the weekend and started to tell Megan everything.

-Two days ago –

Mara arrived at James apartment early on Saturday morning. It was a 40 minute drive from door to door. He lived on his own, outside the city in a cute little neighborhood. The apartment itself wasn’t much, but at least it was something that he owned.

She stepped out of the car wearing her new skirt and heels combined with a nice top that complimented her cleavage. Her long hair was bound together and rested on her back. She checked herself in the car window. She managed to look classy while showing quite some skin. Her red lips looked on point she thought to herself.

She entered the house with the key James had given her a while ago and found him in his small living room on the couch next to the window. He probably didn’t even see her coming up to the house when he had been fixated on his game.

‘You look, incredible.’ He told her.

‘Hi babe, good to see you too’ She smiled at him with her hands on her hips.

He smiled back at her with a little darker smile.

‘I have missed you.’ He said while he reached in his sweatpants to whip out his cock.

It was already rock hard. Her mind froze shortly in surprise. Things had definitely changed lately, but until now they were in the bedroom or under the shower when she sucked him. Here in the living room in bright daylight is something completely else! Was he really expecting her to suck him off by the window, even before they had greeted each other properly with a kiss? Why was this so hot to her?

She could feel her pussy respond already while she walked towards him and dropped on her knees. The sun was hitting her in the face when she grabbed his cock and started licking his shaft. So far for being classy. She arched her back to stick up her ass. Got she didn’t even had time to take of her heels, which were now up in the air.

She kept looking sideways out the window to make sure nobody saw them. The whole thing was making her hot in the face and kept stomach was in a knot. She kayseri escort would die if someone would see her like this. For the cock sucking slut that she had become.

Oh shit! She could feel her knees getting weak thinking about getting caught while she sucked his cock. Did she maybe secretly want to get caught?

‘Fuck baby, that feels good.’ James was repositioning himself for a better view.

By now she has had enough sucking practice and she had become incredible better at it. She got into a good rhythm with her lips to make him go crazy. She liked to get him to the edge and then stall, keeping him to the point he was about to explode inside her mouth without getting him just there yet.

That is exactly what she was doing now. His cock slipped out her mouth and she just kept it resting on her lips while she got under it. She slowly made her way to his balls to tease him even more.

She felt him grab her skirt and pulled it up completely exposing her ass. She had worn a new sexy thong today that separated her thick ass cheeks. If there was any doubt from anybody that would walk by, about what she was doing, the skin of her bare ass would clearly give it away.

The knot in her stomach became bigger, but with was the increasing feeling between her legs. It shocked her to feel what the effect of her exposure had on her. She could literally feel her pussy leaking in her panties. God she was a slut!

She came at the point that she got so horny, she just needed to feel him cum in her mouth. In the corner of her eye she noticed people walking on the opposite side of the street.

Shit, shit, shit! She had to finish him quickly before they would look their way. She swirled her tongue over the tip of his cock.

He noticed them too. They were now almost lining up to their window.

She felt his cock jerk inside her mouth. She bet he liked the extra thrill of people possibly catching them as well. She started to use her lips to pump up and down his shaft and kept going until she felt him explode.

‘Ohhhh shit!’ He grunted while shots of cum loaded up her mouth.

She kept her lips going to get every spurt of cum out his cock and immediately got up after that. She saw the people outside looking her way while she adjusted her skirt. She could feel her face flush red again. Did they see?

The two men however, turned their head back to the road in front of them and kept walking. That was certainly close.

-Present-

Megan was still slowly fucking her when she finished the story.

‘Wow, you are an even bigger slut than I thought! You wanted them to catch you, didn’t you?

She was now picking up the pace, driving Mara to moan louder.

”I don’t… I don’t know exactly.’ Mara moaned.

Her orgasm was definitely close. The memory of that morning and retelling it to Megan was driving her insane.

‘Oh just admit it! It is so obvious how close you are. For a second, I thought you would cum just thinking back about it. You do want that orgasm don’t you? You have to be a good girl for that. Good girls don’t lie now, do they?’

Megan felt the dildo slip out her slowly.

‘OMG, no! Please, please.. make me cum. I have been a good girl.’

The dildo popped out her pussy with a squishy sound.

‘Alright, alright! Yes. Part of me does wish those men would have seen us.’

She knew it was true. Her pussy had been throbbing every time she thought back about that moment just before James had filled her mouth. The whole idea was so hot to her.

‘I knew it!’

Megan pulled her by her arm out of the bed. She guided her to her desk and bended her over facing the window.

‘Ohhh no!’

Mara was now watching the neighbors through their window on the opposite side of the street. They just finished eating and were cleaning of the table. Thankfully, nobody was looking their way.

Megan started to fuck her from behind, rough this time. Her legs were almost unable to support her, that is how close she was to orgasming. She felt the cold surface of her desk pressed against her boobs and face and only concentrated on the orgasm building inside her.

‘Oh come on! Let’s give those frat boys across the street a good show!’

Megan pulled her head back by her hair, making her almost stand up straight. Still pounding her hard from behind, now her upper body and boobs were in clear view of everyone that would look their way. They were bouncing heavily from the pounding Megan was giving her.

‘Now get your hands up and wave to them! Let’s see if you can get their attention before you cum.’

Maras thoughts were going wild. She had the same feeling of arousal and the flush in her face as before on that morning. Only now the knot in her stomach was gone. It was replaced for a strong orgasm building up in her loins.

She held her arms up high and started to wave to the boys on the opposite side of the street. She was freaked out scared, but also hopeful at the same time. Her heart was racing in her chest.

One of the boys looked their way and pointed at them.

That was enough to send Mara over the edge.

‘Fuuuuuuck!’

The orgasm hit her like a truck. Her whole body trembled as the waves of pleasure went over her. She couldn’t hold in her moans and cried out hysterically.

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It was our anniversary when he came downstairs with a wicked glint in his eye.

‘I’ve got a surprise for you,’ he said. ‘Go and put on the outfit I’ve laid on the bed for you. Nothing extra, I spent ages choosing just the right thing.’

Curious, I went to the bedroom, took off my clothes and put on the high-neck loose-fitting crop top and fitted skirt that I found.

‘Make sure you’re wearing EVERYTHING I put out!’ he called.

I looked back at the bed to be sure and saw something pink nestled among the covers. Looking closer, I saw what appeared to be a small pink penis with a seashell attached. I couldn’t work out where I could wear it until I realised that the total absence of underwear meant I could wear it to cover my vagina. Carefully, I inserted the small dildo into my pussy, leaving only the seashell shape resting over my clit. It provided some cover I supposed but walking around it made me really rather aroused.

I went back to the lounge and strutted across the floor, showing off my rather respectable outfit.

‘What’s this for?’ I asked.

‘We’re going shopping…’ he told me.

We headed out to the car and he climbed into the driver’s seat. Sitting beside him, felt a soft buzz against my pert little bud. Then another. And another, in a constant rhythm. He grinned mischievously at me and then reached a hand out to tweak my nipples under my top. He bent his head down and licked my nipple before sucking it firmly into his mouth and suckling on it. His hand dropped to my thigh and slowly traced a path between my legs until it reached the pulsing toy in my cunt.

‘I’m so glad you figured out how to wear this,’ he said. ‘We’re going to have lots of fun!’

He drove a little way to the next town and then pulled into the dark parking lot of the 24 hour supermarket. There were a few other cars around but not many so we should be able to find a little privacy.

We walked (I almost skipped) through the revolving doors and headed towards the cafe. He told me to take a seat and then walked up to the counter and ordered two coffees. As he reached into his pocket to pay, the vibrations against my sensitive nub became stronger and longer. I squirmed in my seat, determined not to cum in the cafe while a couple sat drinking tea a few of tables away. I was stronger than that wasn’t I? I squirmed some more and felt the moisture flooding into my hole. I rolled my skirt up a little so that I wouldn’t drench it with my juices but the cold pleather of the seat beneath me was such a naughty feeling against my bare cunt that I squirmed even more. He brought the coffees back to the table and sat opposite me, eyes twinkling at my obvious discomfort. He placed a hand on my knee and reached the other into his pocket. As the vibrations intensified, I lost my battle. Grinding my opening into the chair, trying desperately to shove the toy deeper into my aching cunt, I shuddered hatay escort to orgasm in the cafe. My cunt contracted and my stomach clenched and I sat as still as I could, trying not to show the couple nearby that I had just cum and breathing deeply until the waves of pleasure passed.

‘Woah, that was fantastic to watch!’ he said, turning the vibrations off so that I could drink my coffee.

When we had finished, he turned the gentle vibrations back on. We got a shopping trolley and began wandering up and down the aisles. I pushed the trolley as he put things in. Being distracted by the sensations under my skirt, I didn’t pay any attention to what we were buying. Occasionally, he placed his hand on my bottom or upper thigh but for the most part he seemed to have forgotten our adventure. He asked me to reach a few things but it wasn’t until the 3rd time (when I spotted him massaging his stiff cock through his trousers) I realised he was choosing items from the top shelf so that I would reach up and flash my nipples.

Quickly, he changed his approach and began asking for things from the bottom shelf. This time, I slowly and deliberately bent from the waist looking seductively over my shoulder and giving him a perfect view of my ass and pussy, still containing the gently buzzing toy. I handed him what he had asked for (a cucumber) and carried on walking. A few moments later, after we had passed some other late night shoppers, he asked me to reach something again, from the very bottom shelf. I bent over ensuring I was flashing him perfectly but, as I reached for the item, the vibrations became stronger and the small dildo inside me also began to buzz. I couldn’t believe it! I couldn’t muster enough strength to stand back up so I was totally exposed.

Then I felt it. Something hard rubbing against me. He was going to fuck me! With his hard, cold cock. No. That wasn’t right. His cock wasn’t cold. Oh my god the cucumber! It was slick with my juices and rubbing against the entrance to my back passage. He was teasing me with the cucumber? I was entirely exposed and yet he was fully dressed and pressing the lubricated vegetable slowly against my ass. I felt my sphincter accepting it hungrily as I longed to be taken. All too soon it was taken away and replaced, this time with a hot, throbbing cock. Yes! This was perfect.

Bent over in the supermarket, vibrations coursing through my cunt, at risk of being caught at any time, he eased his cock into my ass until it would go no further. I felt so wonderfully full until he pulled it out and slid it right back in. He found his rhythm and began to pump his cock into me as the vibrations in my cunt started to build towards an orgasm, he thrust into me again and again until finally I burst. My orgasm ripped through my body and juices filled my cunt and squirted out of me, pushing the little toy out too. My sphincter tightened around his cock and with a couple ığdır escort more pumps he sprayed the inside of my ass with his hot seed.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled his still rigid cock from my anus and helped me to stand up, picking up my toy from where it fell, still vibrating. He turned to vibrations down and was just sliding it back inside my soaking pussy when I spotted a security guard at the end of the aisle.

‘I think you two had better come with me!’ he said firmly, guiding me by the shoulder.

Rather than being thrown out, he led us to his office at the back of the shop. We must really be in trouble.

‘Take a seat,’ he commanded. We sat.

‘What is the meaning of this?’ he asked us, pointing at the cctv screen which clearly showed a paused image of my boyfriend fucking my ass in the middle of the supermarket.

‘It’s just a little fun. We weren’t doing any harm!’ he insisted.

‘We’ll see what the police have to say about that,’ replied the security guard. ‘Empty out your pockets.’

I didn’t have any but my boyfriend turned out the car keys, his wallet and a little pink remote.

‘What does this do?’ he asked, picking up the remote curiously. My boyfriend simply shrugged in response so the security guard slid the button up and down a couple of times causing the vibrations to go from mild to intense and back. He slid it one more time and then put it down with everything else. I couldn’t believe it. He’d left it on full. I gave a little yelp of delight and panic. My boyfriend looked at me and then the remote and his eyes lit up as he realised what had happened and what would inevitably happen next.

‘Do you think this is amusing?’ the guard asked him.

‘Not at all,’ he replied, putting on his most innocent expression.

I began to squirm again. Oh my god. Not now. I couldn’t cum now when I was so close to being arrested but how could I stop it without reaching up my skirt and pulling out the dildo in my cunt. That would surely make matters worse. I tried to sit still and stop it from happening but I felt the warmth building in my clit and spreading inside me. Building and building until it was unbearable. I parted my knees a little to try and relieve some of the pressure but I couldn’t stop it. My orgasm burst through my cunt, shaking through my entire body and pushing the toy out. I squirted hard and heard the sound as my juices splattered all over the guard’s desk and floor.

His jaw dropped.

‘In the cell, both of you! You can stay with this miscreant I caught shoplifting until the police arrive for all of you.’

Heads hung, we walked into the little cell in the corner of the office where a man sat with a small tent in his trousers. Oh god he’d been here the whole time. He’d just watched me cum.

‘That was incredible!’ he complimented as we sat only the only bench in the cell.

‘No talking!’ shouted the guard ısparta escort as he left, presumably to call the authorities.

‘We’ll, don’t stop on my account,’ he told us. I looked at my boyfriend, unsure he’d ever want to have sex with me again after what had just happened but saw that he was sporting an impressive erection too. We’d had lots of sex in public by now but never deliberately in a room with just one other person who knew what we were doing. My boyfriend looked at me questioningly. I shrugged in response. Why not! He put his hand on my knee and started to work his fingers towards my dripping cunt. I parted my knees to allow him access and reached over to free his cock from his pants. As his fingers parted my soaking lips, I slid my hand firmly over his stiff rod. He pressed his fingers slowly into my drenched hole and used his thumb to gently rub my delicate clit. Suddenly, he climbed off the bench, taking his hard prick out of my reach and knelt in between my legs. He kept his fingers inside me and gently kissed my little bud before licking it and sucking softly on it. I looked over at our cell mate to see if he was really ok with this and found him beating steadily away at the stiff rod in his hand.

My boyfriend removed his fingers from my hole and rubbed the juices onto my clit as he stuck his tongue inside me and tonguefucked me for a moment. He soon returned to sucking my clit while working his fingers inside me until I built to my most incredible climax yet, grabbing the back of his head I ground into his face as he sucked and fingered me through the shuddering pleasure. As my waves subsided he sat himself back on the bench and gestured an invitation towards his stiff cock. I was eager to impale my pussy on it so I stood over him and lowered myself quickly until he was inside me. He gasped with delight as he entered me at last and I knelt on the bench so that I could ride him properly. I kept our bodies close and tilted my hips to slide his cock in and out of my soft hole, keeping the tip rubbing against the inside of my cunt. I slid my hole up and down the stiff length of his shaft and watched our spectator match his strokes to my tempo.

Gradually, I increased the speed of my fucking until the man underneath me began to moan in ecstasy. I sped up just a little more and felt his entire body tense as his cock began to throb and pump his load into my eager pussy. On the bench next to us, the man came too, spraying his load onto the floor of the cell. We all stayed where we were panting for a moment or two and then hurriedly made ourselves mostly decent again.

‘Woah, that was incredible! I should get caught more often!’ the man told us.

Just as we were about to answer, the guard returned.

‘Right, the lovebirds can go!’ he said, sounding non-too-pleased. ‘But don’t ever come back in this shop again, you hear me!’

He unlocked the cell and escorted us back through the store, past our abandoned shopping and the accompanying Wet Floor sign and out to the car park. We climbed into the car and pulled quickly away.

‘That was close! What an incredible anniversary!’ I told my boyfriend.

‘Certainly was!’ he replied. ‘I just hope nobody buys that cucumber!’

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If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was halfway decent at the game, Mateo would have accused Sofia of choosing to take up golf just because of the outfits. Her closet was filled with those short tight skirts and coordinating form fitting tops. And he loved them on her. And he noticed a fair amount of the men on the course were a bit distracted when Sofi was playing nearby, so he assumed that they liked them too.

Sofia’s legs were one of her best features. Not only were they shapely and tanned, but they were incredibly long. Her tall frame was nicely proportioned and she was well toned. She had the kind of legs that could wrap around a man and pull him tightly to her and to raise her hips up to meet his thrust.

She wasn’t athletic by nature, but some would think that, to look at her. She had only taken up golf a couple of years ago. She was serious enough about it to have a regular golf routine. And that is what Mateo was thinking about today. He knew exactly what she would be doing.

It was Tuesday. Sofia would gave golfed with some women friends that morning and they would have finished up about noon. She would have returned home and showered in their outdoor shower before reclining on the lounge on the rooftop patio to dry off in the fresh air.

Mateo was traveling. He and Sofia were seldom separated by physical distance, but it was unavoidable. Matt needed to see to some family business back in the states. He had been gone five days already. One more day to go. He sat back on the bed in his nondescript hotel room. He was naked, telling himself he didn’t want to wrinkle his clothes. But, of course, being naked was pretty much always his preference. He fluffed up some pillows behind him and closed his eyes to rest for a minute. His hand found his cock by habit and he began to stroke it as he pictured his wife’s activities.

Back at home Sofia was doing almost exactly what Matt had envisioned. She turned off the stream of water in the shower that was tucked in the corner of their garden and without even bothering to dry off, she pulled on a short white gauzy dress. To call it a dress was actually an over statement… it was designed to be a swimsuit cover-up, providing the wearer a bit of modesty, but it’s flimsy and almost transparent fabric really didn’t qualify it as a dress.

Sofia slipped into some flip flops and headed to the rooftop patio. The thin cloth clung to her wet body as she walked. Her nipples were erect from the cool shower and the front of her dress hugged her breasts tightly. The deep pink of her nipples appeared to bleed through the wet gauze. The back was caressing her ass, and her crease was highly defined as the cloth worked its way between eskişehir escort her cheeks as she walked.

She took a bottle of cold water from the mini frig on the upstairs patio and placed it and the current book she was reading on the coffee table by the expansive outdoor sofa. Their house reflected the typical Mexican architecture of their colonial town, which afforded them a great deal of privacy. Neighboring houses built their walls directly adjacent to each other, but the living areas inside were secluded from prying eyes. Only the rooftop living spaces might be more visible to inquisitive residents of the area. Sofi glanced around the perimeter to see if any neighbors were in sight before removing the now wet dress and throwing it over the back of the sofa. Then she laid back on the couch and felt the warm breeze begin to dry her skin naturally.

Today had been a little difficult for Sofia. She was missing Matt terribly, and had not been able to concentrate on her game. She hadn’t been sleeping well without him, and she found herself incredibly horny.

So when her phone rang just a few moments later, her spirits rose. From the ring tone, she knew instantly that it was Mateo. “Hi baby,” she answered.

“Hi Sweetheart,” he responded.

Just the sound of his voice brought a smile to Sofi’s face and caused a stirring deep inside as well. Although Matt made an attempt to ask her about her day, Sofi quickly moved to the topic foremost on her mind. Her voice became throaty and filled with emotion as she told him how much she was missing him and how fucking horny she was. Matt could sense the urgency and passion in her voice.

“I’ll be home tomorrow, baby,” he said. “We’ll celebrate all night.”

“All night my ass,” Sofia said, “You won’t be leaving this house for days!”

Matt smiled. He loved how horny Sofia could get. She was the sexiest woman he had ever met. Not sexy in an obvious, sex siren kind of way. But sexy in a very sensual manner. Sofia was very comfortable with her body, and her sexuality was very much a part of her being. He also knew that Sofia really needed a sexual release every day to function at her best. This was something that he happily helped her to achieve… when he was in town. But her needs definitely made their time apart more difficult for both of them.

Matt’s cock stirred as he heard the lust in Sofia’s voice and he tightened his grasp on it.

“Let me help you baby,” he offered. “Put me on speaker phone and lay back.”

Sofia did as she was instructed.

“Close your eyes. Imagine me arriving home tomorrow. You’ve fallen asleep, naked, on the couch waiting for me. I come quietly gaziantep escort to the side of the couch and look at your amazing body.

“I slowly unbutton my shirt and take it off. And then I unzip my jeans. The sound of the zipper causes you to stir. You wake up. You see me. And you smile.

“You see the outline of my cock, straining against the leg of my jeans. And you sit up to help me.

“But I motion you back and I push my jeans down myself. My cock springs out. And I’m incredibly hard.

“You take in the smooth head of my cock as if you’ve never seen it before. As if you’ve never noticed the pronounced vein running up its length.

“You see how full my ball sack is. And you know how badly I want to cum for you.

“You move over on the couch and make room for me. I lay down beside you and hold you tightly against me. Your hands and mouth want to start their journey exploring me, but I pull you tighter against me. I just want to hold you for awhile. To feel the warmth of your body flow against mine.

“I kiss you tenderly and I hear you moan for the first time in five long days. I see you smile and I see the love in your sparkling eyes.

“I feel your breasts press against me. And I feel other parts of your body pressing against me too. I am in no hurry. I want this feeling to last.

“Your hands reach down and around my back to squeeze my ass. And to pull us closer together. You can feel how hard my cock is, pressed against you.

“I can feel how warm you are. And moist.

“We kiss more deeply. And I begin to move my way down your body.”

Mateo heard Sofia’s low moan through the phone. He knew how wet she would be. He could envision her finger rubbing her clit in a circular motion. And he began to stroke his cock faster.

“Kissing your chin. Kissing your neck. Raising your arms over your head and kissing your breast. Pausing to run my tongue around your nipple.

“I wrap my lips around your nipple and tug on it before moving to the other breast.”

“Oh, baby,” Sofia whispered. Mateo knew by the sound of her voice that she couldn’t hold out much longer. And neither could he.

“I can almost taste you now as my tongue moves between your legs, running up and down the fold of your lips.

“I spread your lips apart with my thumbs and see your pearl, glistening and swollen, peeking out. I wrap my lips around it as I slide my fingers deep inside you.”

Just then, he heard the scream. The uncontrollable scream as she gave herself over to a huge orgasm.

Envisioning the way she arched her back in ecstasy… how the sensation rolled through every inch of her body… and how her body continued giresun escort to twist and squirm until the feeling subsided. As he lived this in his mind, his own climax peeked as well, and his warm, thick cum shot all over his chest.

He let out a groan that Sofia had come to recognize and to love as he was enjoying his complete release.

“Oh, Matt, that was amazing,” she said, still catching her breath. “Thank you, baby.”

“I gotta go, sweetheart,” he said. “I need to get over to the attorney’s office to finalize those papers. I’ll talk to you later tonight.”

After he hung up, Sofia stretched and began to look at the horizon surrounding her. It was a beautiful afternoon, so typical of the climate here in San Miguel. Bright blue skies decorated with the occasional white fluffy cloud, and mild spring like temperature. As she glanced around, she suddenly noticed someone on the roof next door. She recognized him as the gardener that came in once a week, even while the owners were away.

He was staring directly at her and Sofi knew instantly that he had been witness to her entire climax. He would have heard her husband’s every sensuous suggestion and he would have seen her lose total control as her climax took over. For a fleeting second she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment.

But just as quickly she noticed that he did not divert his glance, and that his right hand was making a steady movement just out of her line of vision below the wall that separated their homes. She was certain that he was jerking off.

The idea of it made her tingle all over and she felt her still wet pussy get even wetter.

She shifted slightly in her reclining position to make her legs more directly face him. Or more accurately, to position her pussy to more directly face him. And then she slowly began to rub her clit again.

The idea of making a stranger cum was enough to send her well on her way to a second climax, so Sofia moved slowly and deliberately. Just wait until Mateo hears how many people his afternoon “dialogue” helped to satisfy, she thought.

With her other hand, Sofia touched her breast. She circled her nipple and she squeezed it hard. She watched as the gardener’s arm began to move faster and faster. His eyes grew wide, never imagining how lucky he would be to see her cum once again.

He watched as she dipped a finger inside her pussy and then put it in her mouth before returning her attention once again to her clit. He stroked his cock faster and faster until he could stand it no longer.

He let his cum shoot straight out onto the waist-high wall that separated their roof from Sofia’s and he let out a guttural sound as he did.

Sofi was seconds behind him in her climax, which was every bit as strong as her first. She closed her eyes as it rolled through her body. After the last wave subsided, she opened her eyes to find the gardener gone.

She rolled over and took a long, luxurious nap, dreaming of Matt’s return the next day.

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It was Saturday. I was running late to the show. It started at noon, and I didn’t want to be late. It was my boyfriend’s fault. Why did he have to do that? My mind was thinking of earlier this morning, I was not paying attention to my driving.

I look in the rearview mirror. Flashing lights directly behind me. That darn boyfriend has now gotten me a ticket. I pull over. The police car stops behind me. It is a female officer. She comes charging up. I lower the window.

“What were you thinking?” she asks animatedly. She is waving her arms, lifting them up, almost shouting. “You sped right by me. What were you thinking? Didn’t you even see the police car? What were you thinking?” More arm waving. I’m feeling bad, upset; now I’m going to be late for the show. It is one I really wanted to see. It was a live broadcast from the Metropolitan Opera in New York – Carmen.

Timidly, I told her what I was thinking.

I woke up horny. I called my boyfriend early this morning as I usually do. We had a nice conversation, working on the plans for today. I didn’t tell him how horny I was, but I was very wet between the legs. I knew we would be getting together tonight, but I wanted him now. I guess I didn’t give enough hints. After we hung up, I got out the pictures. Yes, those pictures. The 8 ½ X 11 size pictures of his very hard manhood. I have many pictures showing how hard he can get. There are even some of him sliding inside me, making love to me. I was getting wetter. I thought about using my fingers ardahan escort or toys, but then, no, I’ll wait for tonight.

After I put the pictures away and I was getting ready for my bath. The phone rings. It is the ring set up for him. I just talked to him. I wonder why he is calling back. Have plans changed? I answer the phone.

“Hi hun. Umm, I’m pretty hard right now, thinking of tonight. Would it be ok if I came over now?”

My heart beats faster at hearing this. “Yes, now would be good.”

“Was wondering if you could be lying naked on the bed, playing with your toys when I come in?” He has a key.

“Yes, I’ll be here, legs spread, toy working, so you can watch me masturbate.” I enjoy making myself cum. But prefer the real thing, him sliding in and out of me. I take off the rest of my clothes, lie on the bed, and get started. Good thing I used the plug in toy, as it takes about 30 minutes for him to arrive.

I’m lying on the bed, toy vibrating between my legs, in the thralls of another orgasm when he comes in. He watches me, and that turns me on some more. I cum again. He takes off his clothes and starts stroking his very hard manhood. It looks just like the pictures.

I want him in me. “Please come here, I want you.”

“Not yet.” He says. I want him. He is really hard. I keep the vibrator between my legs.

“Please, please”, I beg.

“Not yet”.

He kneels on the bed, kisses my mouth, hard. The vibrator still going. I cum artvin escort again. He moves his mouth to my right nipple and starts to suck on it, to lick it. This drives me to a pretty big orgasm.

“Please slide inside me.”

“Not yet.” He moves his hand down. Turns the vibrator off. Sets its down. He starts rubbing my clit with his finger. Rubbing harder, faster as I cum again. He inserts his finger in me. I’m so wet, it slides right in. He moves his finger in and out, in and out, kissing, sucking my right nipple. I cum again.

“Please, please” I moan between orgasms.

He asks “Are you ready?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

He goes between my legs and enters me. I almost cum upon his entering. He proceeds to go in and out with his hard, strong manhood. Making love to me, making me cum many times. Finally, he explodes in me, filling me with his cum, as I reach another orgasm.

That’s what I tell the lady police officer. She says “My boyfriend didn’t do that this morning. I’ll call in that I’m going to lunch. Let’s go to your house so you can show me those pictures. I want to verify your story.” She follows to my house. We go in, up the stairs to the bedroom. I show her the vibrator. I take the manila folder from the night stand, hand it to her. She opens it up, reviews the pictures. There are many of them.

“Nice pictures. Now, show me what happened. That’s right, take off your clothes.” I’m a little taken back by this request, but she is a police officer. bodrum escort I don’t want to upset her. Maybe I won’t get a ticket.

I do as requested. Take off my clothes, lie on the bed. She hands me the vibrator. “Show me what you showed him.” I turn the vibrator on, spread my legs, and apply the vibrator. I feel his cum still in me.

She leafs through the pictures again, and watches me. She sets the pictures down.

“Did you say he sucked on your right nipple?”

“Yes he did.”

“Your left one didn’t get any attention?”

“No, it didn’t”.

She kneels down and starts sucking and licking my left nipple. I’ve never been with a woman before and her tongue feels good. The vibrator going, my nipple being sucked and licked. I’m on the verge of orgasm. She keeps sucking and licking and I cum.

She sits up and takes the vibrator from my hand. She starts to use it on me. Pressing it on my clit, holding it there. She takes her other hand and rolls my nipple between her fingers, driving me wild. Vibrator on my clit, nipple being teased and played with. I cum again.

She slides the vibrator in me, in and out, in and out. I’m wet from this, plus there is his cum in me. It slides easily in and out. In and out. I cum again. She leans back down and sucks my nipple. I can’t stand it, and cum again. My body is shaking from the orgasms. One more and she turns the vibrator off, and stands up.

“Okay, I believe there is enough evidence to support your story. There will not be a ticket this time. Besides, those are some nice pictures. My boyfriend better be ready tonight.”

With that, she leaves.

It was great start to what ended up being a very, memorable and happy Valentine’s Day.

It is too late to get to the show. I’ll catch the replay on Wednesday.

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Chapter 5 – Heather takes morning refreshment

It was time to visit Mark’s garden again and do the gardening jobs he had agreed to undertake. Gary was a little nervous. Heather unnerved him a little. What if Mark was there with Heather?

Mark was out but Heather was in, once more in her white dress. Gary wondered if she had panties on this time. He was none too sure about a brassiere either. Nice to sit and chat with a cup of coffee before getting on with the gardening.

Gary picked up his fork and started to walk down the garden.

“Aren’t you a bit over dressed for gardening?”

Gary knew what Heather meant.

“Don’t be shy on my account.”

“No, it’s OK, I don’t have to garden in the all-together.”

“But you said you preferred to and it’s a lovely hot day. Just leave your clothes here.”

It was almost as if he was being told to strip. An easier thing to imagine with a mature, yet rich employer and his young female gardener. How much more was the hourly rate naked? Everyone had their price Gary supposed. The young women gardener prepared to go all the way providing there was ‘no funny business, no touching… nothing more…’ But that would perhaps have its price as well. Or instead the young male gardener being asked, perhaps after a day or two a, “could you stand a little straighter, a little more upright?” A worrying request from the mature employer, perhaps female or maybe male? Would he be prepared to undertake extra duties if the fee was right?

But to Gary it seemed this was all in reverse. Heather was a lot younger. Not a young girl but nonetheless nowhere near coming up to retirement age, thirty or so and with her long fair hair, nicely tanned legs and all – a good looking woman.

Gary obliged, feeling peculiar undressing with a woman watching. He had not done that, he thought, since he was married. With Zoe and Zara he already seemed to be naked when they met. And she was watching.

It was a pleasant day for gardening and as usual Gary worked away with enthusiasm. He was not sure if Heather was watching him much but it felt a little odd again when she appeared to ask if he would like another cup of coffee. She in her dress and he with nothing on at all. Of course he did fancy coffee and they sat by the pond with the fountain playing merrily away and the fish swimming around chatting. Gary finished his coffee and stood to get on with his work.

“Shall we feed the fish again – or would you rather feed me?”

It came out of the blue, nothing she had said had really led up to that, Though perhaps not completely unexpected. The idea was more than attractive. Gary could feel himself firming up.

“Well, which would you rather?”

Gary looked at the fish and then at Heather sitting in her white dress.

“Not much of a contest.”

“Well, come here then.”

Gary moved around the table, moved with his stumpy erection now standing, to the other side of the table by Heather. She reached and fully peeled him, leaving Gary somehow feeling really naked.

“Such a big head – a real knob end, Gary. It’s lovely. I don’t think I’ve seen something quite so solid on a man but there’s just no length to it. elazığ escort Have you tried stretching it?”

Of course Gary had – to no avail. There had been a result, many times when he was young, but not a lengthening. He had come of course – that had been the sole, and pleasant, result of pulling on it.

Heather’s fingers were placed all around his shaft in the indentation below the corona and she pulled as if trying to lengthen it.

“Wouldn’t it be funny, Gary,” she kept pulling, “if suddenly there was a bit of a tearing sound and a further six inches of cock slid out of your body – a magnificent thick, long penis rearing up just for me!”

“I think it might hurt!”

Heather let go. “It is nice, though, Gary, as it is. And it is certainly up for me. I really like it. Squat and firm; as I said, like a Norman tower. Perhaps I should call it Norman! No, I meant Saxon didn’t I – round not square. Does it have a name?”

Gary looked surprised. Do men give their penises names? It had never occurred to him.

“No, not really.”

“Well, time for, let’s stick with Norman. Saxon doesn’t really sound right. Could be ‘Sax’ though! Time for me to get better acquainted with Norman, don’t you think? Does Norman like being kissed?”

Norman certainly did!

So nice to watch Heather’s lips move closer and then plant a kiss right on the end of his knob. Her tongue coming out to tickle it there, another kiss and then the slow sliding of lips over the knob. And back again.

“That’s a lot of knob, Gary, and I know! A real lip stretching knob. A lot for a girl!”

But she was clearly prepared to have another go. Once more the lips parted and the knob absorbed. For most men it can be difficult for them to get their girlfriends or wives to take it all in – take the whole erection into their mouths. The gag reflex is the problem of course. There is a not unreasonable argument that the modern man, the concerned man, the man very aware of women’s needs, should try cock sucking himself just so he knows what he is asking of his girl – after all, there are plenty of women who have said after choking on a penis pushed too far that the man, “should try it himself.” Gary had not tried – he did not see himself as that modern, as men go! He was a bit old fashioned really. But, equally, it was not his problem. No woman was going to choke on the length of his penis. Other men could try sucking to appreciate what a woman can be asked to do – cocks of their own length but he did not need to!

Heather’s lips slipped on down Gary’s shaft until he was fully in her mouth. Lovely for him to see Heather’s face pressed into his curly hair and feel the warmth of her mouth all around his cock.

She began that nice bobbing motion. Lips sliding wetly up and down Gary’s cock, tongue playing when there was room on the up stroke. A full up and down fellation. Lovely – and all Gary had to do was stand there and enjoy the sight and feelings.

“Is that nice Gary. It certainly feels good. Such a smooth, knob, Gary – is it almost bursting with goodness?”

It was certainly getting that way. Heather sat back looking at it for a moment or two, erzincan escort all wet with her saliva before resuming her fellation.

Heather’s tongue licking the knob, up its shiny surface to the top; Heather dropping down a little and sliding her tongue right up the shaft – not once, but again and again; Heather’s tongue flicking at his ball sack – playing with the folds of skin; Heather absorbing one of his testes into her mouth and carefully rolling that around with her tongue.

Lovely to see Mark’s pretty wife but with his own, Gary’s, penis lying along her cheek as she sucked on his ball.

“Well, what have we here, Gary? A result!”

A little bubble of seminal fluid had appeared and was sitting right at the tip of his knob in the little indentation there. Heather settled back and looked at it.

“Let’s see what you taste like. Will I like it or will we be feeding the fish after all? They certainly liked it that time, yeah, quite lapped it up, and I certainly liked seeing you shooting your stuff across the pond. Let’s try and see. Do I like it?”

Ever so slowly Heather moved the tip of her tongue towards Gary’s knob and the little bubble of fluid. A teasing slow motion. Wonderful! Watching her coming closer and closer, her tongue outstretched towards the very tip of his standing penis.

“Mmmm.” The tip of the tongue delved. “Nice and salty. The fishes are going to be unlucky today. I’m going to enjoy this.”

The lips parted and Gary was reabsorbed.

Her hand reaching to gently lift and hold his balls as her mouth worked him. It was clear she was now expecting Gary to deliver.

Gary looked around the garden and smiled. Was he not a lucky chap! What would not do, though, would be for Mark to come home just then and find Gary with his cock stuffed in his wife’s mouth, possibly – and it was not going to be long before that happened – actually coming.

It seemed appropriate – one of those etiquette things – to warn Heather of the imminent spasm with the classic words, “Heather, I’m coming!”

Just so lovely to be pouring his stuff into the woman’s mouth, the first spurt, the strong second and then the third.

Heather pulled away swallowing hard.

“Too much…oh!”

The released penis had just delivered a fourth spurt catching her on the face. Her lips moved and caught the knob again as Gary finished delivering his ejaculation.

“Gary!” Her mouth separated from him.

There was cum on her face, on her lips and when her tongue swept across her lips he could see some in her mouth.

“Fuck, so much! You’re like a geyser! Easier feeding the fish! You’ve certainly fed me!” She was laughing.

Her hand went to her face and her fingers caught the escaped spurt. Lovely to see her bring her fingers to her mouth and suck it from them.

“Well, I won’t need lunch now – will I?”

Gary smiled and moved away towards his gardening fork.

“Come here Gary, you’re still dribbling a bit.”

His rather softer, very sensitive, post orgasmic penis was lifted and sucked again. The tongue almost unbearable for Gary on the sensitive glans as Heather ensured there was not a drop erzurum escort of refreshment wasted.

In fact Heather did have some lunch. She produced a very nice salad when one o’clock came around and they sat by the pool enjoying it.

Standing, after lunch, Gary was pleased to find Heather’s hand reaching and holding him and gently wanking him. He responded. Gary’s reservoir replenished somewhat – he could come again.

“It’s such a lovely little thing.” She was looking closely at it, moving it and playing with it.

Heather played a little and then she too stood and, holding Gary’s penis in her hand, walked him over to the pond. A funny way to be led by a woman!

“Shall we feed the fish again, Gary? I’d like to see you again do that. I’m too full with lunch to have any more.”

So nice to stand there by the pond and be wanked. Heather in her white cotton dress smiling as she watched her hand work. Gary looked at her, at the brown limbs, her brown shoulders and the freckles and the little white straps holding up the dress. Was she wearing panties today? Funny to have seen her sex the other day but not her breasts. Heather’s breasts were close enough to him but hidden in the white cotton – the cotton was thin and as she moved him there was just the slightest swaying movement within the cotton. He did not think she was wearing a brassiere.

Again Gary worried about Mark coming home. What would he think to find Gary naked and with his clothed wife wanking him?

Below him Gary saw the fish were gathering. It could not be at all that they knew what was about to happen, hardly, but the presence of people presumably often meant the arrival of fish food – a handful tossed into the water. Tossed! Ha!

Heather was varying her stroke. Now it was a quick covering of the glans and then a slow peeling back – really pulling back so his knob stood really proud before being covered again.

“Oh, it’s lovely Gary. Just so thick and firm. Come on feed those fish, let’s see it come.”

Her fingers beginning to build up speed, working the man.

And then the ejaculation. Heather aimed well. A first spurt flying and dropping down to the fish and then a powerful second stream really heading out across the pond. Some of the fish turning and swimming towards it as it landed. Gary managing a third almost as far. He was watching, not simply closing his eyes in pleasure but watching what he did and Heather’s hand. A fourth and fifth as the fish darted, turning this way and that.

Free ejaculation in the sunshine – marvellous!

“I’m afraid I’ve got to go out now. Impressive. I did enjoy!” A squeeze from Heather, “And I think the fish did too!” and she was on her way leaving Gary standing by the pond.

Gary smiled as he watched her leave. Time to do some more gardening even if he felt a little tired. Being ejaculated twice in quite swift succession takes it out of a fifty-nine year old man – and he did not just mean the semen! How lovely it had been. The casualness of it all. First a sucking and then a wanking, a very vigorous wanking, and then a spurting. Heather was delightfully sexual – if a bit scary. It had all been her initiating the activity, not Gary, and he had not had to do anything in return – had not so much as laid a finger on that white dress and what lay beneath. It had certainly been an enjoyable day’s gardening. Gary still did not know if she had panties on under that dress. It would have been nice to have found out.

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It was a nice summer day here on the fishing lake. The greenery rustled under the light breeze, ducks quacked somewhere on the horizon, and the locals were few and far in between, creating a relaxing atmosphere. It wasn’t hard to understand why Jan decided to go on a date here, his girlfriend Dora thought as she enjoyed the look of sunrays dancing atop the water. That said, she still felt as if there was a misunderstanding between them. When Jan said they’d come to the lake to relax, Dora envisioned a cozy passtime with fizzy drinks, chaise lounges, and some swimming.

Jan, on the other hand, envisioned a fishing trip where the relating part is simply watching your fishing rod for hours on end, and swimming is prohibited as it’d scare the fish. So while Dora was laying on her chaise lounge in her summer outfit, consisting of a pink T-shirt and tight jeans shorts, Jan was engulfed by his fishing hobby, intricately putting a worm on the hook. The girl’s fishing rod was idly left nearby, its owner not interested in it in the slightest.

And why would she be? They were in their twenties. It was time for having fun and trying exciting new things, not wasting their Saturday waiting for some fish. The surrounding folks seemed to support that theory: there were only three elderly gentlemen throughout this bank, and then a family on the opposite side of the lake, with the kids’ faces clearly showing that it wasn’t their choice to come here. It seemed like fishing wasn’t that popular nowadays.

Anyway, Dora tried to be understanding and patiently waited until that dark-haired, handsome boyfriend finished his task. She could only hope it’d happen before some of those senior citizens attempted to talk to her. They’d have a reason to, since Dora was a very nice sight: she had a cute face with a witty glance that attracted many men around her. Even better was her figure, both feminine and athletic. While the girl’s breasts weren’t the largest, her toned body and taut backside made up for that. Dora’s hair was long and dark, loosely falling on her shoulders and almost covering her eyes in an intriguing fashion. All of that made it even stranger that Jan would ignore her for some fiberglass stick.

“Jan, come on, join me here,” Dora sang in a sweet voice, getting desperate.

“Wait a second, I’m almost finished!” Her man replied, “I’ll cast mine and then help you out.”

Dora rolled her eyes a little, sipping lemonade to keep herself sane.

“Jan,” she said again, smoothly walking towards her boyfriend, “fish won’t go anywhere from this lake, while I might!”

“Just a second,” Jan replied with a kind smile, ignoring all the cues possible, “I’m ready to cast. I didn’t have much practice in recent months, need to remember the motion.”

Jan waved the rod around a little, leading it back and forth through the warm air. Dora stepped away for a second, fearing for her well-being.

“Three, two, one, and…” With a swing of his strong arm, Jan swung the rod backwards before casting it into the water.

Dora was about to let him be, up until she felt a strange pulling sensation. It was her T-shirt, that got caught by the rod’s hook due to Jan’s careless swing.

“Hey, are you…” The dark-haired girl was about to protest, yet it was too late.

The hook suddenly went up. A sound of ripping fabric hit Dora’s ears, and the wind caressed her top, now only covered by a red swimsuit top of questionable modesty. Dora screamed at Jan to let her clothing go, yet the pink T-shirt had already hit the water and disappeared along with the hook.

“Jan!!!” Dora finally exclaimed.

“Shhh,” the man whispered, “you’ll scare the fish!”

Dora could swear she got red from anger. Yet, she promised herself to be understanding, so, sucking it up, the girl continued in an angry whisper:

“My T-shirt. Gone. You’ve ripped it off… And not in the way I’d like to!”

“Sorry,” Jan shrugged, “it was an accident. I’ll get better at casting, I promise.”

“Hopefully it’ll happen before all my clothing is ruined,” Dora humphed.

She crossed her arms under her beautiful, round breasts, making them seem quite large for a moment. Her flat belly served as a nice contrast, showing the girl’s dedication to sports and fitness.

“You do look nice like that,” Jan chucled a little, making Dora even angrier for a second.

“Finally, a complement,” the dark-haired girl replied sarcastically, but it didn’t seem to bother Jan at all.

Dora tried attacking him a couple more times, but that fisher simply apologized and showered her with pleasant words. Not because he wanted to make up for his mistake, but because he meant them. Eventually, Dora found it impossible to be mad at him and went back to her resting spot.

“Alright, I’ll just go read a magazine. You do your caveman providing stuff,” she walked away with her chin up high, “just steer clear of my chaise lounge when swinging that thing, it’s dangerous!”

Jan nodded with yet another sweet diyarbakır escort smile and continued fishing. It went on for some time, he even managed to catch a fish not much smaller than a pinkie! Dora, on the other hand, decided to make the best of her time and lied down to sunbathe. She took off her shorts, revealing her taut, beautiful backside, now only obscured by red panties. The elderly fishers have noticed, landing glances on the girl’s toned body and whispering something to each other with grins. Dora didn’t mind, as she was never ashamed of her figure and didn’t see anything bad in showing off. What the confident girl didn’t realize, however, was that she was about to get more than she bargained for.

“Ready, set, go,” Jan whispered, casting his fishing rod again.

This time, he was careful not to land it somewhere near his girlfriend. What the fisher wasn’t careful about was her shorts, which she left not far from him, resulting in the hook finding its next textile victim and carrying it away into the lake’s depths with a loud splash. Dora didn’t even realize what happened at first. Yet, as she raised her eyes from her magazine, her face once again got red from rage.

“You… You!!!” Dora screamed in a whisper as loud as she could, “You sent my shorts into the lake! How will I go home like this?!”

Jan recognized how furious Dora was getting, yet remained calm and collected. After all, he didn’t see anything bad in his beautiful girlfriend walking around in just a bikini. Her beautiful butt and her long, athletic legs certainly deserved that. He was sorry for her losses, though, and promised to buy her new clothes as soon as he’s able. It didn’t seem to do much, as Dora was still in the moment where both her T-shirt and shorts were a soggy mess at the bottom of the lake, not thinking much about the future.

“The closest clothing shop is miles away from here!” Dora whispered angrily, “I bet if you were the one losing your clothes, you wouldn’t be so calm!”

“Maybe? I’m unsure,” Jan scratched his head, as calm as ever, “honestly, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that!”

With a look of a warrioress, Dora grabbed the fishing rod Jan brought for her and began swinging.

“What are you doing?” Jan couldn’t contain a laugh, his positive attitude prevailing once more.

“I’m making things fair!” Dora smiled devilishly, waving the rod around.

Jan jumped backwards from his vengeful girl, whose eyes were maniacally darting between the shiny hook and his clothes. Three, two, one, swing! No, Dora thought, something went wrong: the rod got stuck against something behind her, not reaching Jan at all.

“Wait, don’t pull it, you’ll…” The fisher said, yet Dora didn’t listen.

In the adrenaline-fueled swing, she pulled the rod with all her might and brought it upwards. A strange clicking sound followed, and suddenly, the girl’s nice breasts felt much more free. The laughter of the elder fishers echoed behind Dora’s back, while on the other bank, a mother closed her children’s eyes with her hands.

“…You’ll rip off your bra,” Jan concluded, trying his best to hide his laughter.

“What?!” Dora exclaimed, hoping it was just a mistake.

Yet her swimsuit top was hanging on the hook, its fabric totally ruined by the girl’s sudden pull. Dora’s cheeks got rosy, this time from embarrassment, as she realized her boobs were now bare and completely free for everybody to look at. With a poor timing as well, as there were now several more people on their bank who arrived while she was sunbathing.

Their eyes were all on Dora, clearly enjoying her beautiful body. Her first instinct was to cover herself up and run away from all this shame. Yet she quickly realized that it would make the situation even dumber. So, mustering up the courage, Dora simply waved to other fishermen with a goofy smile and turned back to her boyfriend, who was still a bit giggly due to her misplaced revenge.

“That’s all your fault!” Dora said, pouting her cheeks.

“Did I make you destroy your top?”

“You were an indirect cause of that, idiot!”

One could think Dora got so mad that it was over for them. Yet Jan, in his positivity, noticed something in her eyes. A playful smirk hid behind her annoyed expression. Dora really hoped he wouldn’t see it, as she herself had issues coming to terms with it. Despite this date going wrong in all ways possible, she was having fun. Fishing was boring, but getting stripped naked near the lake in full view of everybody fishing around her? That certainly was a unique passtime.

“Well, that’s what I get for coming here with you,” Dora crossed her arms once more, highlighting her bare boobs with a dramatic frown, “I’ll know better next time.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not so bad. At least it’s not ice fishing,” Jan giggled, causing Dora to give him a playful shove.

“Alright, I’ll go sunbathe again, at least my back edirne escort won’t have tanlines this time.” Dora turned around and walked back to the chaise lounge, her breasts hypnotically jiggling with each step.

“You look beautiful,” Jan couldn’t contain his joy, savoring every second of his girlfriend’s nudity.

“Well, good to know there’s at least something positive about all this,” Dora sighed and lied down on her belly, exposing her back to the sun.

Jan continued with his hobby, while Dora did her best to seem angry and not giggle due to all these idiotic events. Her cheeks were burning from a mixture of shame and excitement, her body was full of nervous energy, and there was a strange tingling between her legs that only got stronger the more Dora spent like this. A couple folks passed by, one even greeting Dora and wishing her a nice day. At some point, the dark-haired gal even turned around, now letting the sun (and everyone around the lake) observe her beautiful boobs. Jan cast a couple more times, thankfully with no incidents, yet soon had to call his girlfriend himself.

“What is there? Can’t you see I’m desperately trying to salvage this horrible date?” Dora raised the magazine from her face.

“Sorry for interrupting you, but I need help here. The hook’s stuck against something.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“I mean, you wanted to swim, right?” Jan asked with a grin.

“I swear, if that stick causes me problems ONE MORE TIME…” Dora got up and walked towards the edge.

The fishing line extended underwater and was clearly stuck, so Jan couldn’t do much to retrieve it. Dora assessed the situation, bending over and letting her tits freely bounce along with her moves.

“See? It’s stuck,” Jan pointed at the line, which was desperately twitching, “maybe you wanna take a dip to set it free? I’m afraid I might tear it apart if I pull harder.”

“Oh, just what would you do without me?” Dora accidentally let a smile slide on her face, but quickly corrected herself with a stern tone, “alright, I’ll do it, or else we’ll be here for the entire week. I’d hate to waste more time here.”

“Sure,” Jan shrugged.

Dora dove with a loud splash, enjoying the cool water engulfing her topless figure. She quickly identified the issue: the hook just got caught in-between some old planks of wood, which seemingly belonged to a long-lost pier. With a couple of moves, Dora freed the fishing lane and signaled “ok” to her boyfriend, who looked as happy as a child getting a new toy.

“Okay, you can come out now.”

“I… I can’t!” Dora suddenly replied, feeling something keeping her in place.

It turned out to be her swimsuit bottom: while the unwilling nudist was dealing with the unlucky hook, the planks caught the fabric and now refused to let go.

“Oh, come on already!” Dora exclaimed in sheer anger, trying her best to free her panties.

“Grab my hand!” Jan said, as she was very close to the edge and he could reach her with no issues.

The two combined efforts and did their best, yanking time and time again to let the unlucky girl come back to the shore. Three, two, one, success! The couple pulled at the same time, resulting in Dora jumping out of the water and landing right on top of her boyfriend.

“Whew,” Dora wiped the water off her bangs, “I thought I’ll be stuck here forever. Thanks!”

“Yeah, no problem…” Jan stopped as he saw his girlfriend.

It wasn’t only because she was stunningly beautiful to him, but more due to the fact that Jan could see her bare feminine hips, round buttcheeks, and even her tight and alluring pussy, now only covered by a carefully trimmed line of pubic hair. It took him a second to realize that panties must’ve gotten ripped off, and while they managed to get them out, they flew right off during Dora’s jump.

“What?” Dora asked as she got up, “what are you staring a…”

There was a long, silent pause as the girl looked down at herself to see her figure. A beautiful, sporty, and completely naked figure that was now viewed by a dozen people around her. Jan prepared his complements once more and tightly grabbed the rod, fearful that Dora might start breaking things in the fit of anger. The girl stood there for a second, just letting the water droplets run down her smooth curves, and then…

“Oh my God!” Dora suddenly shouted with a fit of cheerful, loud laughter, “I can’t fucking believe it!”

Jan joined in as well, chuckling at the absurdity of the situation. The mask of an angry and uninterested girl Dora crafted for herself now dropped down with the last bits of her clothing, revealing her true view of today’s date. Ashamed, angered, and humiliated, she was still having the time of her life. Never before did Dora feel something like this, and she thanked Jan for every bit of today’s experience.

“How do these things even happen?!” Dora placed a hand on her forehead, continuing to laugh along with her edirne escort bayan man.

“The fate finds its ways,” Jan winked at her, unable to stop staring at his sexy, naked girlfriend.

When the couple finally stopped giggling, they had a dinner in-between the trees, enjoying the sandwiches made by Jan as well as each other’s company. Dora sat on her chaise lounge with her legs far apart, letting everybody enjoy the look of her naked body. The food felt nice after that brief skinny dip of hers, but the feeling of other people passing by and seeing her nakedness felt even better. Then, she finally gave up and let Jan show her how to cast the fishing rod. It wasn’t that bad, even if the most enjoyment was had by the spectators observing the nude girl jiggling her bits while waving the rod around. In a fit of sheer luck, Dora even managed to catch a fish that was bigger than all of those Jan saw today.

“Watch and learn!” The girl proudly stated then, shaking her butt with her rightful catch in her hands.

As they had a fun and exciting time, Jan accidentally tripped over one of his girlfriend’s sandals and kicked it forward, sending it flying towards the lake.

“I… Apologies,” he giggled, “I’m sure we can catch it, it’s just…”

Dora stopped him as he tried to reach the swimming shoe. Then, the naked girl grabbed her other sandal and threw it into the lake with all her force, a playful grin on her lips.

“That’s how you do it, newbie,” the girl stuck out her tongue, teasing her boyfriend, who couldn’t even come up with a response due to all of this horny excitement.

Dora read this in his eyes and victoriously strode away, her bare feet getting blacker with each step on the wet ground. Jan got a couple more chances to ogle his girlfriend while they were collecting their things, as Dora used every possible opportunity to bend over and show off her pussy. Yet, nothing could last forever, and soon they had to go back. The two walked holding their hands under the sunset rays, passing more than a dozen folks on their way to the main road.

Dora’s nudity seemed to cause a lot of excitement for everybody around her, yet she didn’t even seem to notice, only looking at Jan with a loving gaze. Soon, they saw the pavement, which meant it was time to come up with a plan that they both didn’t want to talk about. It felt great for Dora to be naked, yet going home this way wasn’t an option.

“Wouldn’t I get arrested if I showed up like this in a public place?” Dora wondered, feeling her nipples get hard the moment she entertained this thought.

Prominvia was a freedom-loving country, here you could get away with a lot of things that would be unthinkable in the rest of the world. Yet Dora was still not ready to test it with public nudity. Especially after she saw a police car near the edge of the road.

“I mean, you could wait while I buy you new clothes…” Jan thought.

“That’d take hours! I’d have to wait here until tomorrow.”

“Sure, but I’m afraid there aren’t many other options… Although, if I recall correctly, I brought a fishing net. I totally forgot about it in the… Heat of the moment.”

“A net?!” Dora’s eyes got round, both due to Jan’s dedication to his craft and his audacity.

“Yeah… It doesn’t cover much, but legally, you won’t be naked.”

“I suppose we’ll have to take the chance, then.”

Jan complied in a moment, “dressing” his girlfriend in this makeshift dress that barely made any difference. Then, he called her a taxi and proposed they move forward, as they still had to be on the road for the driver to notice them. There were several people standing on the roadside, seemingly waiting for a bus. As they noticed Dora, a wave of laughter and cheering rolled throughout the little crowd, with the girl simply grinning and winking in response. Yeah, she told them silently, I am almost-naked in public, and that’s how I choose to be.

“Now that’s dedication to fishing!” An old man said to his teen grandson, pointing at the net, “see? She’s not even afraid to put her body on the line, quite literally!”

One of the fishers approached Jan and touched Dora’s “dress”. The nudie was afraid he might go out of line, but instead the broad-shouldered man simply complimented Jan on his choice of tools and asked whether he could buy a net this nice. This quickly turned into a blizzard of fishing-specific words Dora didn’t understand and wasn’t interested in hearing. Oh, men, she thought, even a naked chick isn’t enough to stop them from thinking about their hobbies.

Finally, the taxi arrived. Making sure the police officer wasn’t arresting her (despite staring VERY intently) Dora exchanges goodbyes with her boyfriend.

“You know, I think despite all, it was…”

Jan didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence. Dora pressed his body against her own and kissed him, slowly putting her tongue inside his mouth and letting his tongue do the same. It was like a dance, their tongues caressing each other with great pleasure. After a passionate kiss, Dora licked her lips and ordered Jan to call her again.

“Damn, boy, where did you even find a girl like that?” The balding, bulky man asked while Dora proudly went to the taxi, her feminine parts bounching in the rhythm of her steps.

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Just as sleep starts to take me, I feel him climb into bed, his arms circling me briefly. His hands rubbing at my wrists, pulling me, until I am lying face-down. The sharp sound of the handcuffs ratcheting, encasing my wrists, brings me fully awake. He growls, deep in his throat as he slips a blindfold over my eyes, and says, “We are going out…get up!”

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” my voice quivers as an icy shiver runs along my spine.

The sound of his hand slicing the air, just a breath before I feel the sharp sting, the sound of his hand striking my bare ass. It drives the breath from my lungs, no air left to even scream as my ass is lit on fire.

His hands grab me and pull me from bed, my feet barely under me before he pulls me across the room. I am naked, bare footed and shaking with fear. What is he doing, where could he be taking me at this late hour?

Disoriented in my own house, I am tugged along after him. The icy coolness of the summer evening makes my nipples tighten, harden, they tingle and itch. He pushes me up against the car, in the driveway, in full view of the street, of the neighbours. I open my mouth to protest, to demand that he take me back inside, but instead, find my mouth stuffed with fabric. The sharp tang of something on my tongue, soft fabric filling my mouth, I start to gag when …

He slaps at my hard nipples, his open palm striking my heaving breasts over and over again. The sound of those smacks interrupted by the noise of tires on pavement, the slowing of an engine. The cheers of people in the car. Tears start to spill from under the blindfold, hot shameful tears, coursing over my cheeks as he bends to suck a pert nipple into his mouth, his teeth tearing at the base, my body writhing on the car, ass grinding backwards as I try to escape.

The sound of car doors slamming, then footsteps drawing closer.

“Hey, mind if we watch?” a deep male voice inquires.

His teeth drag at my nipple, pulling it up and away from my breast before it slips out, the pain ripping through me. My feet beating a tattoo in the driveway as I dance from tiptoe to tiptoe.

He sucks the drool noisily back into his mouth and answers, “You may watch, you may even touch if you wish.”

I grunt against the gag in my mouth, shaking my head in denial, my hair flying from side to side.

“Are you sure it’s ok, we don’t want to get in any trouble. You are not kidnapping her or anything are you?” the voice sounds young, almost tinged with concern.

He answers, “Oh, you won’t get in any trouble, and no I am not kidnapping her, if you doubt that she is enjoying this, just dip your fingers into her greedy pussy and feel. I bet she is sopping wet already.”

I howl into the gag, leaning back onto the car, trying to melt into the cold metal. Two fingers run up and down my slit, teasing me. My traitorous pussy lips swelling, quickly parting under the pressure of those probing fingers. He plunges both into my greedy hole, and omg….yes they slide in so easily. My face turning a deep crimson, mortified that a stranger gets to see how aroused I have become, how eagerly my body responds to the torment.

His voice resonates through me as he leans in close and whispers in my ear, “This will be a special night, one you won’t ever forget.”

Shaking, feeling goose bumps raise on my flesh, my nipples tweaked by warm hands, pulled and twisted, fingers probing deeper into the folds of my pussy, scraping at my slick walls, strong vaginal muscles pulling at them, urging them deeper, and all I can do is moan into the gag, shudder as my body takes its pleasure.

The sound of a vehicle approaching, it too slowing and stopping and the sound of more car doors opening and closing. All I want to do is shrink into the metal at my back, become part of the car.

Whispered words that I cannot hear. Then the fingers in my pussy are pulled out and the sound of someone licking the juices from them carries on the air. I arch against the car, my ass wriggling on the metal, warmed as it sucks the heat from my flesh.

I am turned roughly and bent over the hood of the car, my nipples scraping the cold metal, shivering from head to toe, I close my legs, squeezing my thighs together, denying any entrance. The hand cuffs are released and before I can flex the stiffening muscles, both arms are gripped by strong hands. I am steered out the driveway, naked as the day I was born and the cold icy finger of fear takes hold of me.

Almost glad of the soft gag in my mouth, as I am sure that my teeth would be chattering if not for the fabric stuffed inside. I am lifted straight up and I can feel the soft sway of the vehicle. My mind casts about, trying to identify where I am, it must be the bed of a truck. I am led forward, the uneven flooring of the truck making me stumble, but those hands will not let me fall.

First my left arm is lifted, high above my head and a strap is fastened around it, then my right. I am puzzling bayburt escort out what I am being strapped to, when my legs are guided apart, teased apart as a hand runs the length of my pussy, my wilful body responding again.

I groan into the gag as my legs are pulled wide and I can feel straps fastened to my ankles, my body resting slightly forward, my chest on a solid surface while my breasts sway freely. All of a sudden I realize that I am trussed up in the shape of an X. Arms wide and up to either side, legs pulled and held apart, and with a feeling of panic, I start to struggle in the bonds. Fear making me forget to breathe, I thrash against the bindings, every muscle standing out as I pull and tug.

A series of spanks on my ass cheeks settling me, my struggles forced from me, my breath coming at last, great heaving gasps as I pull air in through my nose. Leaning heavily forward, the smacks on my ass continue, a series of blows covering me from upper buttock to just above my knees, no longer trying to get away, but melting into the structure that holds me upright and spread.

His voice in my ear again, “I do so love it when you struggle my pet, you make such a lovely target, and your ass glows so wonderfully.” his hand runs across the weals that crisscross my ass, and I moan into the gag. He leans closer still, so that his hot, wet breath oozes into my ear with his words, “One more adornment and then I think we can be on our way. Take a deep breath, you are going to need it.”

His hand glides up and down the well exposed crack of my ass, his fingers probing gently as they graze across that pulsing little brown mouth, seemingly hungering to be fed. His fingers leave my ass and as I take a deep breath, the slick feeling of oil is run along my crack, his fingers working it into my tight back door and the realization of what is about to happen turns the blood coursing quickly through my veins to run cold. Struggling once again, I pull and squirm, trying to free myself, my head shaking in denial, and then….

The plug is pressed to my bum-hole, the pressure increasing as I writhe on the cross, my breasts aching, nipples tingling as my body, my wanton and greedy body awaits the intrusion of the plug that pushes its way inside. My ass stretching to accept the thick plug, the oils making my skin slick, so that it slides almost too easily into the elastic ring. The burning pain, the stretched skin, the muscles as they convulse on the foreign object, and my lungs bursting with the need to scream.

My pussy gushing its own sweet lubricants as the plug holds my ass wide, stretched impossibly wide, and time stands still, right here in this moment. The pressure of the hand that pushes the plug into my ass, and the tension of my sphincter as it struggles to hold back the huge phallic object, until with a grunt, he pushes, wriggling the plug around in a circle, and with an audible ‘plop’ it finally breaks through to settle inside me. I can feel the soft tickling of the attached tail as my entire body starts to shake and shudder, my groans loud, even through the gag, as I cum, right there…cum all over my thighs, feeling it dripping, hot and wet. Shame at my reaction quickly following the orgasm, and I slump in my bonds as silent sobs wrack my body with a new batch of quivers.

His voice in my ear once more, “That’s my good girl, that’s the way my beautiful pet, cum like the slut you are.” His voice fades, leaving me weak and wanton, until the sound of the paddle breaks through, once more lighting up the nerves in my ass, turning my flesh to crimson once more. He continues as I gasp and try to catch a breath, “I am going to take your blindfold off so that you can see where we are going.” and with that he tugs it over my head.

I blink in the darkness, eyes stinging from the recently shed tears, and take a moment to look at my surroundings. I am trussed to a cross, standing in the back of a pick-up truck, naked, and there are several people staring up at me. Their eyes are bright, with excitement and I see one hand stroking the front of his pants as he leers at my body.

He jumps down from the truck and I hear the tailgate slamming shut. Within moments the truck starts to move, driving forward, through the streets of the neighbourhood where I live and I groan into the gag, my eyes darting back and forth. Saved only by the lateness of the hour, there are few people still out at this time of night, and thankfully, I don’t recognize anyone.

I can hear the wolf whistles, the cat calls and the general laughter of all who bear witness to my drive of shame. It seems like forever until we turn into a side street, in an area of town that I am not familiar with, and the truck finally lurches to a stop.

I am left standing there, exposed to the night sky, shivering as the sweat and cum dries on my body. Finally I feel the movement under my feet, as they shift in the cab, I watch as the doors open and he climbs out. The driver bilecik escort is someone I have never seen before and he grins up at me, “Well now, did you enjoy your personal parade through the streets, I know from the amount of cars that followed us, that you were a hit.”

I try to turn my head, to see who may be behind me, bearing witness to the soft swish of that tail as my sphincter muscle clenches tight on the plug. But I can’t turn enough to see, the sound of honking horns turns me to a quivering shell as I see the flash of a camera, forever capturing the indignity of my position.

He jumps into the back of the truck, running his hands over my aching bottom, fingering the raised welts, then he tugs on the plug, ensuring that it is still tightly held in place. He reaches around me and pulls the gag from my mouth, “I think the crowd would like to hear you as well as see you.”

I lick my parched lips, feeling the saliva building in my mouth, and stare horrified at the scrap of fabric in his hand. It is a pair of my panties, out of my laundry hamper, the ones he made me wear after making love to me last night. No wonder I thought I could taste cum on my gag. Swallowing hard, I finally trust my voice to ask, “Where are we? Why are you doing this?” and with eyes wide, “What are you going to do to me?”

His deep laugh resonates in the air, “My pet, we are at a very special club. I am doing this because I know deep down, you are thoroughly enjoying yourself, and to answer the what, you will find out soon enough.”

I can feel the movement of the truck as someone else climbs into the back. Unable to see behind me, I am startled into a loud gasp as lips start to suckle at my neck. My scream rings out as teeth sink into that tender flesh at juncture of neck and shoulder, tearing into me, marking my skin.

The cross is tipped backwards so that I am suspended and I am passed to a waiting crowd that has gathered around the truck. A moment of weightlessness as the cross is held aloft, then a soft thud as I am placed upright once again. My range of vision only allowing to see what is directly in front of me, so I cannot tell where I am, or who is here with me. I quiver on the cross, my heavy breasts swinging free, pointed tips aching.

The cross has been outfitted with wheels, it glides across the parking lot and through the gate into an open courtyard. As I look around, I see that the courtyard is surrounded by balconies. And on every balcony is a couple, men and women, men and men, women and women, threesomes and moresomes, all staring down at me. There is a tightness in my chest and I am wishing for the blindfold once more. The tightness becomes a critical point, focusing my mind on the fact that I think I am going to explode. His voice in my ear reminding me, “Breathe my pet, just breathe.”

The tightness slowly dissipates as I fill my lungs with the cool night air. Concentrating on breathing, closing my eyes, willing my body to relax, every muscle tightly coiled and aching from the effort. He whispers, “Open your eyes, play to your audience, they want to see you.”

I am left in the centre of the courtyard. As I let my eyes wander in my limited field of vision, I see that there are other women here, all around the edges, similarly bound and on display. The sound of a whip breaking the air, the sharp crack as it kisses flesh and the howl of agony making me visibly shake. I can only imagine her pain, at least I hope that I will only have to imagine it.

There is a general murmur through the crowd and I look up to see a naked man standing alone on a balcony, microphone in hand, cock in his other hand. His cock seems to be larger than the microphone and I suck in an appreciative gasp.

Silence follows and then he starts to speak:

“Welcome to the official opening of National Nude Day. It is a day we look forward to all year, and as the clock is fast approaching midnight, we have 24 hours of revelry to look forward to. Thank you to all of our very willing and exotic slaves, there are 24 of them in the arena. One for every hour of the day. And now…let the festivities begin…”

There is a loud drum roll and the sound of applause from every area of the arena. A blast of a trumpet, then a volley of fireworks that bathes the many naked bodies with pretty colours. A general noise erupts as everyone starts talking, the sound of requests being hollered from the balconies…and then another announcement…

“Masters, start working your slaves, the auction will start at 8 am, and you must deliver your slave to the winning bidder by 10 am.”

The shock of the statement is evident in my eyes. He leans in close and kisses my lips, then whispers, “You are going to fetch a high bid tonight, I can tell by the way the crowd hushed as you were wheeled in, and I have secured you the centre of the arena. I sent in a video of you as you were masturbating and they loved it…this is a closed club, we were lucky to bingöl escort have been invited. Make sure you give them a good show.”

He slaps my ass as he walks away. I can see him as he approaches a booth along one wall. He is smiling as he comes back carrying what looks like a tool box. He runs his nails down my back, raking lines of red on my pale flesh. His hand wanders lower, tugging at my tail, making me squirm on the cross, my tits swollen with desire, my puffy pussy lips draping open as a fresh stream of cum pours out.

He moves to stand in front of me, slowly opening the tool box and I gasp as I see what is inside, It is an assortment of toys, paddles, clamps and stuff that I can not even put a name to. Time seems to stand still, I can hear the sounds of paddles and whips striking flesh all around me. The high pitched keening of the screams, the low groans of orgasm, the cheers of the crowd, and as I inhale, the heady scent of sex on the wind.

“Just keep smiling my pet, and cum as needed.” he smiles at me, standing up he grabs the back of my head, a fistful of hair as he angles my mouth to his. He kisses me, such passion that for a moment it is just me and my Master. Alone, sharing a kiss.

He let’s go of my hair, and lowers his lips to my right nipple, tearing into it, sucking hard, making it swell, throb in his mouth. He quickly moves to my left nipple, duplicating the process, my hips grinding forward, thrusting at the warmth of the wood. He snaps a clamp onto each nipple, my howl pealing out into the night, overshadowing the screams of the arena.

His hand moves to rub my swollen button, as his other holds the cruel clamp in front of me. I beg him quietly, “No, please don’t, no, I can’t stand that. You know I hate it when you do that to me.” a tear tracks over my cheek as he ignores my pleas, bends down and lets the cold metal bite into my throbbing clit.

A loud whistle of appreciation as my body spasms, the pain making me shake, the entire cross quaking as I writhe and grind on the wood. He quickly threads a chain through the three clamps, tethering them together and then to add to the pain, he hangs a weight from the chain. It pulls and drags on all three of my most sensitive bits.

He stands back, smiling at me as my body adjusts to the clamps, the sharp pain dulling to an ever present ache, my hips looking like they are trying to fuck the juncture of the cross as I twist my wrists in an effort to get free. He licks his lips, then dips down into the box once more and comes up with a gleaming metal hook, the girth of the ball at the end looking like a bowling ball, my mind coming up with a recently seen picture of exactly where that hook is intending to go.

I scream, “Nooooooo!”

He walks around behind me, yanks the plug free and without a moment’s hesitation starts to press that bulbous hook to my ass. He presses hard, sliding it down momentarily to lube it at my pouring pussy, then drags it back up, the slippery oils making it glide over my skin. He pushes, and as my ass opens, he holds it in place at the widest point and reaches forward to tug at the chain, the pain erupts, fresh as the clamps bite in deeper, the pinched flesh of nipples and clit on fire. He pushes the ball home, and let’s go. The hook dancing obscenely as I cum…orgasming from the pain, screaming, I hear the mixed screams of the others in pain, in pleasure…and as it finally wanes I slump forward, glad of the straps holding me upright.

He sits on the tool box, watching me, smiling as I finally open my eyes, look at him, silently begging to be taken home. His grin is wide as he stands, reaches into the box and comes out with a length of rope. He starts to wind it around one heavy breast, until when I look down, it is jutting up and out, turning red as the circulation is cut off. He then runs it over my shoulder, and pulling my head back he ties it to my hair, runs it down through the loop on the hook, back to my hair and down to wrap it tightly around my other breast.

I can only look up, see a few of the balconies, every movement of my head pulling at my ass, my breasts as they swell, my nipples chained to my clit and every part of me on fire. His tongue runs along my cheek, snaking into my open mouth, he tugs at the chain again and swallows my scream. Sealing his lips to mine, breathing in as I exhale my lungs into his.

He stands back, rubs at his crotch, pressing the fabric of his pants to the bulging outline of his hard cock. My eyes devouring him, body so attuned to his that I can almost feel his hard hot length at my pussy lips. OMG! What is it that I do feel at my swollen lips, tugging at my clamped clit? I try to look down, the hook in my ass pulling up sharply, making me wince, I stare up again, breathing slowly as fingers part my folds. He stands and watches, as I am handled, inspected, by unseen hands.

The sound of the whip, too close, and then the strip of heat as it lashes at my ass. It wraps around me, kissing at the sides of my breasts, each stroke sending a warning as it whistles, a mere breath before it kisses my flesh. My head held back, my mouth wide as I scream at the agony, the whip dancing on my skin, striping me, my pale flesh like a neon beacon of lines.

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The following story was cobbled together from some of my experiences and those of a close friend. For my part there was indeed a Magda in my life who taught me the wonders of oral sex. The rest of our relationship is based on an experience my friend had with his physiotherapist. Both experiences have generously benefited from our collective imaginations and desires.

The overriding theme of all my stories is exhibitionism and voyeurism. Please be aware though, that I will touch a lot of other bases as well, as this story runs its course. If you are offended by explicit, overt sex, sex between family members, bi or lesbian sex, then maybe it’s best you move on. Lastly, there are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. I say this to avoid having each the character declare his or her age in the dialogue. I have a number of chapters already written that I am currently revising, so you won’t have to wait too long for new installments. I really had fun writing this story because it incorporates so many of my favourite reading topics and I really hope you enjoy it.

*****

School was out and I was finally done with it, at least until the fall when I would start university. Sadly though, there would be no lazing around for me this summer. The fact was, I needed a summer job.

My parents were very protective of me, especially my mother and they kept me working hard to get top grades and consistently make the honor role each year. This left me little time for socializing because, even in summer, they’d have me in geek camps and enriched summer school. Meeting girls, even though it was a priority for me, hardly ever happened. To make things worse, I was paralyzed with shyness around them and so I was usually out of luck when I did meet someone. I did manage to date a few girls as a teenager but I never made it too far in the love department.

My mother, father, twin sister and I all lived in a nice part of town. Our home was a good size in an older urban area that was quiet but still close enough to downtown. Most of our neighbours were professionals or business types that tended to keep to themselves. Either that, or they were just too busy I supposed.

It was a terrific area to live in, the place where I would forge my few lifelong friendships. More importantly, I would learn more about sex and women there than any other place in my life. It was Monday morning and already my mom was in my room shaking my foot to wake me up.

“What are you doing?” I moaned half asleep. “It’s Monday and school’s out, this should be my day off. Can’t I sleep in a bit for a change?”

“Nice try kiddo,” she laughed, “there will be time enough to sleep in on the weekend, that is if you’re not working weekends. Right now you need to get up and start looking for a job.”

I knew better than to argue with her, there was no way I was ever going to win. Besides, if I pushed back too hard she’d only bring my dad down on me. In those days you did as you were told or you got the business end of a belt.

Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower. I soaped myself all over, taking the necessary time to stroke my always-stiff cock until I came. It was a good, strong orgasm and I watched my cum hit the shower door and drooled downward, mingling with the soapsuds.

Feeling relieved, at least for another few hours, I cleaned up and went back into my room to get dressed. It seemed I was constantly horny in those days and I would masturbate four to six times daily, sometimes more.

As I descended the stairs to the kitchen I wondered to myself just how I was going to find a job. I had never worked a day in my life, for a salary that is. My whole life up to then had been extreme academia and this would be my first summer off. My breakfast of bacon and eggs lay waiting as I sat down at the kitchen table. My sister Jan was already there eating and she watched as I wolfed my food down.

“So what are your plans?” Mom asked.

“I thought I’d make the rounds of all the stores and restaurants around here and see if anyone is hiring,” I answered.

“Good luck with that,” my sister interrupted, “you should have done that a month ago like I did, there won’t be any jobs left now.”

“OK, you try that then,” Mom said to me, “I might have something for you to do at Magda’s house but you’ll still need a job to fall back on after that’s done.”

I left the house and headed to the commercial district in our area. Jan’s remark was still on my mind and it really pissed me off. Her so-called job was just an internship in some dumb marketing office. We were twins and although she was thirty minutes older than me, her life had taken the same path, education, education and more education. She had been cloistered into academia by our parents just like me.

She was a little less inept than me at the social graces though, since she did have a few close friends. But she was much more naïve than I about the opposite sex, if that were possible.

As I walked, balıkesir escort I thought about how Mom mentioned some work for me at Magda’s. Magda Poulski was our next-door neighbour and a friend of my mother’s. Her husband had died of a heart attack a few years earlier, so she now lived alone. She was nice and always treated the neighbourhood kids well. There were times when I felt she had a special smile, just for me. I didn’t know what she did for a living but there were always people coming and going from her house.

Having completed my rounds of all the businesses in the area I returned home just after lunchtime. My mother had set out a sandwich for me with some chips and a drink. I was famished and devoured it all in record time.

“So how did it go?” Mom asked.

“OK,” I said, “I filled out six applications and a couple looked like they might be interested in hiring me as a stock boy or helper.”

“Good. I’m proud of you. You handled that like a man.”

Wow, I thought to myself, she never complemented me that way before. I was feeling pretty good about myself.

“So what about the work at Mrs Poulski’s,” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “good thing you reminded me. You have to go to her house today at three and talk to her about it. I think she needs some painting done.”

At three o’clock on the nose, I was at Mrs Poulski’s door. I was about to knock when the door opened and out came a middle aged man in a suit followed by Mrs P. She was wearing a white two-piece uniform like a medical technician.

“Oh Rick,” she said, catching sight of me, “you’re very punctual, please come in.”

I followed her into her home passing her living room to the left and what appeared to be an office like a doctor’s examining room on the right. We continued straight into the kitchen where she stopped and turned to face me.

“So Rick, I have a lot of work for you if you’re capable and available that is. First, I need my basement cleaned out and painted and then my back yard is a disaster; it needs a major cleanup as well as some garden work and re-turfing. Lastly, I have several pieces of furniture that I would like spruced up with some repairs and refinishing. Can you handle all that?”

“Holy cow,” I said, “I didn’t know you had that much work to be done, this could take me all summer. There isn’t anything you mentioned, though, that I don’t think I can handle. My dad prides himself on his ability to do handiwork, as he calls it and I’ve been helping him ever since I was big enough to hold tools. I don’t think I’ll have any trouble but you can bet my dad will steer me straight, if I do need help.”

“That’s great,” she said with that special wide smile, “You can start by taking notes and talking over a price with your dad tonight. We can meet again tomorrow morning and come to terms, say around ten-thirty.”

I agreed and after wandering around the basement and the back yard I took the kind of notes I new my dad would want and then I headed back home. That night I went over everything with my dad and we came to an amount of $1,200 plus materials, for everything but the furniture. I would have to figure those out when she knew more about what she wanted. Mrs P was getting one heck of a deal but she was a friend of the family and I was happy to help. Besides, I didn’t need to look for a job any more.

The next morning I went over at ten-thirty sharp and pitched her the deal. She was delighted with my offer. She said that other contractors had been there earlier and quoted her as much as $5,500 without the furniture.

“I realize you’re working for very little and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” she said, “since my husband passed away it’s been difficult getting by with only my physiotherapy practice. This will really help, thank you.”

We agreed that I would begin the following morning by cleaning out the basement and the next day I was back over right after breakfast. Before I could knock, Mrs P opened the door and said good morning.

After I entered, she handed me a key. “This is the key to the back door, you’ll need to be able to come and go as you require during the day. I won’t always be available to let you in and sometimes I’m out on business.”

“Thanks,” I said, “that will be handy.”

“Another thing,” she added, “my name is Magda, please call me that. I hate being called Mrs Poulski or Mrs P. OK?”

“You got it Mrs… Magda,” I responded.”

The first day was a back breaker. There were dozens of heavy boxes to sort out, not to mention furniture to move out of the way or store elsewhere. I would need extra room to work in, during the prep and paint phase. The whole day I carried boxes and items up the long flight of stairs, through the house and out to the garage. Before I knew it, it was lunchtime and as I cleaned up in the basement Magda called down to me.

“Rick, I’ve put out a bowl of soup and a sandwich for you if that’s OK?”

“I think my mom is expecting me home so bartın escort I’ll call just in case,” I responded.

When I called, Mom she said it would be fine if I ate at Magda’s since she hadn’t started my lunch yet. I went upstairs into the kitchen where Magda sat at a glass breakfast table waiting for me.

“My mom hadn’t started my lunch yet so I can eat here,” I said as I sat down and looked at her. “How long have you been doing physiotherapy?”

“Oh for a long time now,” she answered, “I started as a massage therapist and graduated to full physio after I became certified eight years ago. Then, with the help of my late husband, I opened this shop three years later.”

“So I guess you like it then.”

“More than anything,” she responded, “there’s nothing like helping people by removing pain from their lives or helping an athlete exceed his or her goals.”

“Wow that sounds great,” I said. I winced as I shifted in my chair.

“What’s wrong?” Magda asked.

“Oh just a few sore muscles from emptying the basement. I’ll be fine after a nice hot shower tonight,”

“Come and see me before you leave,” she said, “I can help you more than just a shower.”

“Oh no, that’s OK,” I objected, “I’ll be fine, it’s just a few sore muscles.”

“Just the same I want to talk to you before you leave today Rick, please,” she insisted.

The rest of the afternoon was even more grueling than the morning and I had only cleared a fraction of the basement. I was dog tired and a bit depressed as I stopped by Magda’s office to say good-bye.

“Well that’s it for today Magda,” I said, “there’s still a mountain of work left down there, so I’ll see you again in the morning.”

“Wait right there young man,” Magda called out as she made her way from her office.

“Is there something wrong Magda?”

“No, I just want to have another look at you before you leave,” she replied. “You were in pain earlier and I want to check you out, make sure you’re not overdoing it.”

My shirt and shorts were soaked through with sweat and covered in dust. I stood still as she probed my back and shoulders and every so often she would hit a sore spot that would make me wince. She did a quick standing massage on my back, neck and shoulders. It made me feel fantastic. Then she told me to bring a change of clothes with me the next day and she would do more work on me before I left. I thanked her and headed home for that long awaited shower.

The next morning every muscle in my body hurt as I showered and dressed before heading to Magda’s. This time I packed a fresh shirt and shorts as she had asked. When I arrived at the house there was no answer at the door so I used my key to get in and went straight to the basement. Again the work was backbreaking as I rearranged furniture and boxes into some semblance of order. Then I moved one heavy box at a time up to the temporary storage in the garage.

As lunchtime arrived there was still no Magda as I closed up and went home for lunch. Around one-thirty I returned to continue working and I saw Magda’s car in the driveway. I entered through the back door again and went directly to the basement and continued working. All through the day I could hear movement upstairs and the sounds of people coming and going. Around two-thirty Magda came down to the basement to bring me a cold drink.

“Hi Rick,” she said with her usual cheery smile, “wow, look at all the work you’ve done, I don’t recognize the place. You know you’ve got to slow down a little, this is a lot of work for one person and I don’t want you hurting yourself. You have the whole summer to get it done.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” I said, “to tell the truth, I can really feel it now. Maybe I’ll take your advice and it in a little.”

“Stop by and see me before you leave,” she asked, “I want to check you out again.”

By the end of the day it seemed like there was no end to the work, not to mention the pain and fatigue. For all my effort, to me the place still didn’t look like I had made that much of a difference. I walked by Magda’s office on my way out and this time she called me in.

“So how are you feeling this afternoon?” she asked as she got up and walked behind me to have a look.

“I’m still pretty sore,” I said, “but I’ll get over it.”

She expertly probed my back, neck and shoulders again and the pain was almost unbearable.

“Oh no no no,” she said softly under her breath, “did you bring that change of clothes I asked you to?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good, you have been severely overtaxing your muscles and you need treatment if you’re going to keep working for me. There will be no charge of course, call it payback for the great deal you’re giving me. Now go through that door to the wet therapy room and take a long hot shower in the back, as hot as you can stand it. When you’re done, wrap a dry towel around your waist and lie face-down on one of the massage tables then call me.”

I found my way through to the shower batman escort as I passed all the water related equipment. There was a large metal whirlpool tub, a sauna and other deep tanks that I couldn’t quite figure out. I had no idea she was so well set up.

After the shower I dried myself and wrapped a fresh towel around my waist. I went back into the other therapy room that looked like a gym with all the machines and I got up on to a table.

“Ready Magda,” I called out.

I heard her voice answer from her office. “Oh good, be right there.”

She came straight over to the table and had me lay down on my stomach. Then she set to work on my back, neck, shoulders and arms. Magda had a slight build and only stood around five foot two inches but there was no doubting the strength in her arms and hands. She skillfully massaged my muscles, releasing all the pent up tension and strain. Within fifteen minutes I was feeling measurably better.

“OK, that will do for the massage Rick, let’s get you into the whirlpool now and seal the deal.”

I followed her into the other room, as she stood by the tub and told me to get in.

“Hold on, I’m naked under this,” I whined.

She smiled. “You know I work with athletes and gymnasts all day who never think twice about being unclothed around me. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She turned her back.

I felt childish and embarrassed now at how shy I had acted. I dropped my towel and almost wished she would turn back around but she didn’t so I climbed into the tub. She flipped the switch beside her and the powerful jets came to life massaging me from neck to toe. She set the timer and after asking if I was all right she went back to her office.

For the next twenty minutes I basked in the sensation of the hot water and intense jets. Before I knew it, she was back in the room with fresh towels and this time I didn’t hesitate; I got up straight out of the tub and stood facing her in the raw as she handed me the towels.

“Good, very good,” she said, “never be ashamed of your body Rick. You’re tall and you have a very lean, strong physique.”

Then she blatantly stared down between my legs and she added, “Believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed of, quite the contrary.”

I was almost six feet tall and one hundred and forty-five pounds. My cock was already as long as it would ever get at a little over six inches and pretty thick although it would thicken more in later years years. With wind-blown, dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes I could have probably passed for a surfer type I guess.

Magda leaned up against the tub and we talked as she watched me continue to dry myself off. “You know Rick I heard you were a real academic, genius level. Forgive me but you just don’t look the part. You’re strong with an athletic build and doing a man’s labour. You couldn’t seem any less like a bookworm.”

I smiled, “Thanks, I guess. My parents are both fit and they believe a fit body suits a fit mind. Along with our constant studies my sister Jan and I have always exercised a lot. We cycle and hike everywhere we can plus we work out in our basement. Unfortunately though, with all the mental and physical training it left very little time in our lives for a social life.

As for the labour part, I believe you work with your brain and create with your hands. That’s my dad’s mantra and I’ve been building and fixing things with him for as long as I can remember.

“That’s an interesting and philosophical thought,” Magda observed.

“It is what it is and that is, what I am.”

Her gaze deepened and I wasn’t sure if she was impressed or just getting bored.

I had never been undressed in front of a woman before and I couldn’t believe I was doing it now. Somehow I wasn’t nervous or shy at all with Magda, she was different. As the nervousness wore off my excitement grew along with my cock. I felt my face flush and I tried to hide my erection behind the towel.

“Don’t worry about that,” Magda chuckled, “I’ve seen so many erections in my work that they don’t even faze me any more.”

I dropped the towel exposing my fully erect cock and she chuckled again.

“Well, maybe just a little sometimes.” She admitted. “I believe everyone has some exhibitionist in them. We are born with it and like children, we want to run around freely in the buff.”

“Even you?” I asked.

“Oh I think it’s getting late my young friend and time you to got dressed. How are you feeling now?” she asked.

“Really good,” I answered, “you’re very good at what you do.”

“Yes, I am.” She said in a slow and sexy voice but at that point it was probably just my cock doing the listening.

I finished dressing and headed home to jerk off at least four more times that night. I had always seen Magda as an attractive woman but now it was as if she lit a bonfire in my stomach. As I stroked my cock that evening, all I could see and think about was her slight frame, tight shapely ass and plump tits. Her face had sharp features often found in European women and her face was framed with shoulder length black hair. Her features could make her seem so serious and almost threatening but when she would smile, everything changed in an instant. She had a smile that could light up a room.

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Despite the fact I had needed to punish Francesca for having the packet of cigarettes in the house, I was actually feeling very confident she was over the worse of her addictive tendencies, particularly the alcoholism which was by far the greater worry. It had been several weeks without any major issues and I was actually feeling pretty damn smug that my highly unorthodox approach was actually going to be successful. It helped me feel better about the obvious sexual gratification I was getting from the whole situation.

However I should have realised it was never going to be that easy. In my younger years I use to love to listen to the “Sunscreen Song” sung by Baz Luhrman. One of its numerous prophetic lines speaks of trouble blindsiding you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday when you least expect it. Never a truer word said. I arrived home from town at 4pm on Tuesday afternoon and immediately became concerned as Abigail had arrived home from school but Francesca had not been at the gate to collect her off the school bus. A quick search of the house and surrounding orchard revealed nothing, so I bundled Abigail into the car and drove the short distance to Paula and Dave’s neighbouring property where they ran their boutique winery.

On arriving I found Paula in her house. She immediately began looking sheepish when I asked her if she had seen Francesca. Eventually she confessed she had picked up Francesca from our house earlier in the afternoon and brought her around for a cup of coffee

“A cup of coffee?” I scowled.

“To be honest there was a bottle of our latest wine on the table and I did allow her to sample it.”

“You did what!” I bellowed. “How could you be so dumb? Just tell me how much the two of you ended up drinking.”

Paula looked close to tears. She realised she had screwed up. “We did have a second glass.”

“And the rest,” I accused.

“No honestly,” Paula defended herself. “As Francesca was finishing her second glass she suddenly began crying and then ran out of the house. She ran across the yard in the direction of your house so I assumed she was going home. Oh, Jane, I am so sorry.”

“Where is Grand-mere Fran?” my 7 year old daughter, Abigail fretted.

Grand-mere Fran is what my daughter affectionately calls Francesca. Grand-mere being French for Grandmother.

“I am not sure, honey. You stay here with Paula while Mummy has a look.” With that I began retracing the track Francesca would have taken if walking the couple of miles back to our house.

On the boundary of our property there is an old disused packing shed and I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I pocked my head in and after my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out the huddled shape of Francesca curled up in one corner. As she looked up and saw me she immediately burst into tears and began apologizing profusely for what she had done. She admitted she could not believe she had acted so dumbly. She was so ashamed of herself she could not bare going home, knowing she had let everybody down, including herself.

I genuinely felt sorry for her and decided nothing would be served by berating her at that point, so I held her tight and let her cry before walking her the rest of the way to our house. I rang up a very relieved Paula to tell her Francesca was okay, and a short time later she dropped off Abigail, who was much relieved to see Grand-mere Fran. Paula did not wait around as she could tell I was angry.

Francesca was covered with grime from being in the old packing shed so I ran a bath for her and Abigail to share. When Francesca re-emerged she was wearing her bath robe and looking a lot more composed. She joined me in the kitchen for a coffee.

“Can you ever forgive me?” Francesca gazed at me with sad puppy bitlis escort dog eyes, but I knew her regret was genuine.

“Yes I can,” I answered honestly. “You at least had the sense to stop drinking before you fell off the rails. And for that you can be applauded. But you know you will be punished, and punished severely?”

“I know. I deserve to be punished and I want to be punished as a reminder to never, ever, act so dumb again in my life.”

I had not given thought as to how Francesca might be punished, but I knew a simple one-night hand spank would not suffice.

“You will be punished every night this week until Sunday,” I decided.

“Every night!” Francesca complained. “But today is only Tuesday.”

“Correct. Do you have a problem with that? If you think I am being too harsh then give me you reasons?”

She hung her head. “No, you are right. It is what I deserve.”

“Right. Then your punish starts from now. Hand me your bath robe.”

Francesca stared at me in disbelief. “But I have nothing on underneath.”

I just continued to hold out my hand waiting for her to hand me her bathrobe.

“Jane, dear, please don’t make me do this,” Francesca pleaded. “Abigail is in the house. What possible excuse can I give her for being naked?”

“Perhaps you should tell her the truth. Now hand me your bath robe.”

Reticently Francesca removed her robe and handed it to me. She could not hide the fact she was intensely embarrassed by standing nude in the kitchen in the late afternoon with Abigail wandering around and Olivier due home shortly from his shift at the hospital.

“Now sit down and have your coffee. It is strong and black, and I think you need it to sober up.”

Without argument she slid her naked body onto the stool at the breakfast bar and began to sip her coffee while I continued to prepare dinner. A short time later Abigail strolled into the kitchen in search of a glass of water. The sight of a naked Francesca sitting on the stool stopped her in her tracks. She put her hand up to her mouth and began to giggle.

“Grand-mere Fran, you are so silly,” Abigail giggled. “You forgot to put your clothes on.”

Francesca shuddered in shame. She looked forlornly from young Abigail to myself, embarrassment rendering her speechless.

I decided something had to be said. “Your Grand-mere has behaved like a naughty little girl so she is going to get a spanking from Mummy. And because she has been very naughty she is not allowed to wear clothes as a part of her punishment.”

Abigail nodded wisely, content with my explanation and clearly pleased it was her Grandmother and not her who was in line for the spanking.

After getting her glass of water, Abigail again stared at her naked Grandmother before turning back to me. “Can I watch, please Mummy?”

I couldn’t help but grin and looked over at Francesca whose face was registering high anxiety. I acted as if considering my daughter’s request for a moment, before responding. “I don’t think so, honey. Grand-mere will get such a hard spanking she will be crying so I don’t think it is something nice you would want to see.”

Abigail decided I was probably correct, and Francesca looked relieved, but it was short lived as Olivier’s car pulled up in the yard. Abigail quickly disappeared to greet her father and we could clearly hear her excitedly giving him the rundown on how Grand-mere had no clothes on and she had been so naughty that Mummy was going to spank her. Francesca was looking decidedly sick as father and daughter entered the kitchen, hand in hand. Olivier’s face, not surprisingly, registered amusement, but apart from raising his eyebrows questioningly towards me he acted normally. We all gathered in bolu escort the kitchen and chatted about our day. All except the naked Francesca, who seemed to have very little to say.

As we went to sit down for dinner Francesca whispered a quick plea in my ear to be allowed to put her bath robe back on but a shook my head firmly. As we seated ourselves at the small dining table, Francesca’s perfect firm breasts were certainly a centre piece that drew your eyes like a beacon.

Even Abigail could not help noticing. “You look funny at the table Grand-mere Fran with nothing on your boobies.”

Francesca blushed with shame. She blushed even more when a short time later she let some sauce drip from her fork on to her left breast, and was all flustered as she had nothing with which to wipe it off. To my surprise Olivier reached for a paper napkin, but instead of handing it to Francesca he made her lean forward while he wiped the sauce off her breast. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

After dinner a naked and self-conscious Francesca assisted us with washing up. I then escorted her through to the lounge and told her to stand in the corner, facing the wall, and wait for Olivier and I while we put Abigail to bed. She quickly did as she was told, pressing her nose against the wall. Despite the humiliation of having to stand in the corner like a misbehaving schoolgirl, I think she was relieved to be away from the spotlight for at least a few minutes.

When Olivier and I returned almost forty minutes later, Francesca was still standing in the corner as instructed. I requested she move to the centre of the lounge, place her hands on her head, and stand on the tip of her toes. She was confused by my directions, but the confusion quickly turned to alarm when she noticed I was carrying a belt in my hand.

“You are going to be spanked twenty times with the belt. You must remain on your toes, with your hands on your head, and I want you to count each spank and then repeat ‘I have let myself down’. Do you understand?”

Francesca nodded apprehensively to indicate she understood. Olivier had seated himself and watched on expressionless. I stood beside Francesca and did a couple of practice swings. I was, after all, a novice with the belt and it clearly required a bit more skill than spanking with your hand.

When I finally swung the first smack with the belt, Francesca howled in surprise and lost her balance, before quickly regaining her composure.

“Oh my god……one….I have let myself down,” she managed to mutter.

After ten smacks with the belt Francesca was begging me to stop, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. I was determined she would receive her full punishment, but did give her two minutes of rest before administering the final ten spanks.

The following evening I had a meeting to attend and did not arrive home until after eight thirty. I was pleased to see Olivier had taken control of the situation. He had ordered his Step-mother to undress and stand in the corner until I arrived home. Olivier was in the kitchen getting my dinner out of the microwave, and as I walked in there I was surprised to find Dave and Paula also seated at the breakfast bar. Although Dave cheerfully greeted me, Paula’s response was very subdued.

After exchanging small talk Dave turned to his wife, then looked back at Olivier and I. “Paula has confessed to me that she allowed Francesca to drink our wine, and we both agree she acted totally irresponsibly. Don’t we Paula?”

Paula looked over at us and nodded forlornly.

“She is equally responsible for what has happened, and as such we both agree that the appropriate resolution is for Paula to be punished for what she has done.”

“Punished?” I responded. burdur escort This was an unexpected, but not unpleasant, turn of events.

“Correct. She needs to share the blame and as such she should share the punishment Francesca is no doubt receiving.”

“Okay.” I acted as if I was mulling it over. I turned to Paula, “Is this what you want?”

“It is not what I want, but it is what I deserve,” she quietly responded.

I turned back to her husband, Dave. “If I agree to punish Paula she will be treated the same as Francesca. This means your wife will be naked in front of Olivier and I, and will be thoroughly punished and humiliated in any manner I see fit. Is this what you want?”

Dave agreed without hesitation. There seemed no doubt in his mind. I turned back to a remorseful looking Paula.

“Well…I guess you had better undress.”

My red headed friend looked more than a little distressed by my request. “Now? Here?”

“Yes. Right now. Right here. Totally naked in front of all of us.”

For a brief moment Paula gazed at me defiantly, before her shoulders slumped forward in resignation of her fate. Slowly she began to undress, uncovering her slim but well endowed body covered in freckles. Funny, but a few months ago I would have been outraged and jealous if my best friend had stripped naked in front of my husband. Now it made me perversely delighted, especially as I was controlling the whole scenario. My best friend was prepared to demean herself because I had ordered her to do so.

When Paula was naked I made her remain in the kitchen with us for several minutes while I sat down on the stool at our breakfast bar and ate the meal Olivier had pre-prepared for me. Paula’s pale, freckled skin was flushed with embarrassment. When she tried to place her hands in front of her breasts and pubic region Dave quickly stepped in and ordered her to put her hands by her sides. Paula was shocked by her husband’s actions but quickly complied with his request. As I was about to finish my meal I heard Paula gasp with horror and point embarrassedly at the kitchen doorway. I swivelled around to see my seven year old Abigail standing in the doorway in her pyjamas, clutching her teddy. Paula might have been shocked, but Abigail was clearly unperturbed.

Abigail gazed up at Paula with a knowing smile. “Have you been naughty too, like Grand-mere Fran, and going to get smacked until you cry?”

Paula’s mouth dropped open in shock. She was speechless. The rest of us couldn’t help but smile at Abigail’s matter-of-fact perceptiveness of the situation.

“Yes honey, you are so right,” I intervened, “And you definitely don’t want to watch naughty Paula crying, do you?”

“No way,” was Abigail’s quick response.

With that I ordered Paula to go into the lounge to join Francesca and stand with her nose in the corner. She quickly obliged, while I got Abigail a drink before taking her off to bed.

With Abigail tucked up and asleep in her bed, Olivier, Dave and I went into the lounge where our two lovely ladies were awaiting their punishment. Both of them were standing in opposite corners of the room with their noses against the wall, their naked buttocks beautifully on display. It was truly an erotic sight. The three of us seated ourselves before I ordered Francesca and Paula to come and stand in front of us, and put their hands on their head. Both had the look of nervous schoolgirls standing before the headmistress. They were made to remain like that while I gave them a demeaning lecture about their behaviour. Both ladies were then ordered to stand on their toes while they received twenty smacks with the belt from me, which reduced both of them to tears. Dave watched on with fascination, and I strongly suspected he was more the voyeur than offended husband. As always, Olivier remained professional and expressionless. After the spanking Dave took Paula home, but not before confirming they would be back again the next evening to continue the punishment.

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