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Kay comes around finding herself still dressed as she was and still cuffed and collared as she was, but starting to be aware that she is no longer in the Perspex display box at the club. She is bent over with her legs wide apart and her wrists stretched up and out, with her head held by the jewelled collar and leash to the bar in front of her. Her entire body encased in the glistening pewter latex catsuit and hood she had been wearing and her legs encased in the skin tight thigh high black latex thigh boots with 7.5″ heels.

As Kay comes round, she becomes aware of someone siting in a chair across the room.

“So, you are awake.” Sue says smiling as she comes across and kisses Kay deeply, her tongue darting in exploring her mouth. Sue lifts Kay’s chin slightly with her fingers, so their eyes meet.

“You are probably a bit confused my love.” Kay is still trying to focus her mind, what was going on.

“You enjoyed doing that modelling at the club didn’t you, it really turned you on showing yourself off like that.” Sue’s hand sliding between Kay’s legs stroking the zip of the latex catsuit tightly encasing her pussy. Kay inwardly moans with desire as she can feel her body respond immediately to Sue’s delicate touch, knowing she is sopping and enjoying Sue’s fingers applying that little bit of pressure to spread her labia open.

“Yes darling, I know just how much you have fallen for me haven’t you?” teases Sue. The sensations flooding Kay’s mind keeping her so distracted.

“From our first encounter at the auction competition to our later sessions when you were having those pictures taken, you got really hot for me didn’t you?”

“Do you remember that first time when I was preparing you?” Kay’s recalls it so vividly being the first time another woman had come onto her, and how despite her perceptions she couldn’t help herself respond.

“I so know you do; that first time I started to polish your latex outfit with the lube, I could feel how you responded when my hands caressed your breasts, and then when I reached down and urfa escort pulled your G-string out from your pussy and my fingers slide over your wet pussy rubbing more lube into you.” She chuckles “You didn’t know what to do did you, you a straight woman suddenly finding another woman turning you on so easily.” Kay knows this was so true, that the arousal she felt soon overwhelmed any resistance.

Sue giggles “and then later when I licked your pussy, your legs went so wobbly didn’t they you had to grab onto the chaise longue to stop yourself giving way immediately.”

Sue watches Kay’s face reveal that she recalls it so vividly.

“Mmmh, you climaxed so quickly! You’d never experienced sex like it had you!”

“I could tell, and I knew you wanted more.” Oh god she was so right, it almost overwhelming her the extent of arousal and climax.

Sue kisses Kays lips, her tongue pushing in, whilst her hands play with Kay’s breasts, keeping her so aroused. Her mind filled with pleasurable sensations but still trying to work out why she is still chained up and what it is Sue is telling her.

“You know I had wicked fun playing with you on that stage when you were chained to that podium, and afterwards when I finger fucked you, god you were the wettest horniest minx I have ever come across. You really shouldn’t have been enjoying that, but fuck you were, you were so horny I thought you must have been a nun or something before!”

Sue continues “I really enjoyed that bit where I came on stage in my little red latex outfit with my riding crop, you were so submissive and involved and you let me clip the leash to your collar and then put you in that cage and play with you. After that you were so turned on you really didn’t have a clue what was really going on, did you, especially when you thought you had just passed out.”

Kay remembers it so clearly especially when Sue put that butt plug up her arse, oh god that was so kinky.

“That’s right darling you didn’t just pass out, that plug was coated in a drug. sivas escort You thought everything right from the start was all happening by chance didn’t you. Would it surprise you to know that right from the moment John spotted you at that club and chatted you up, and then later his supposedly innocent suggestion of coming to the charity event, was all part of a plan.”

Kay’s mind trying to process what she has just been told.

“Now this is going to shock you but the Charity Slave auction was actually all a front.”

Kay is so confused by what Sue is telling her, what does she mean, how does she know about John meeting her; what plan? what was it a front for? Questions racing through her mind now, but fogged by the arousal she feels as Sue continues to touch and play with her. Each time her mind is overtaken by erotic desire for Sue, as she tries to piece things together, which should otherwise be obvious but obscured by her desire and arousal.

“I can see from your face you are confused darling, well let me enlighten you; but don’t get cross as I have something else to reveal to you at the end.”

“You see John is actually a scout for an international organisation which, well I guess you can say tries to match supply to customer demand, a bit like a dating agency, just in this case one party does not know they have been matched!”

“So, when he spotted you at the club straight away you were of interest because he knew there was demand for your particular attributes.”

“Once let’s say he had done some due diligence checks it was determined you should be taken to the next stage of the selection process, and hence the invite to the Charity event. The clever part of the event is that for most guests it was exactly as it was billed; a Charity event and they were totally unaware of the aim.”

“Obviously as the evening went on you were ticking more and more boxes in terms of your willingness to wear kinkier and kinkier outfits, and the way you took to latex and heels was a massive tick in the tekirdağ escort box for the potential clients. Of course, as it got to the final rounds of the charity sale all the genuine charity guests thought it had finished and had left, leaving just the selected slaves and potential buyers. You see not only was it a Charity slave auction it was a real slave auction!”

“What you need to know Kay is that I was like you at one time, and ultimately I was forced to co-operate with them and help by using my company which they funded, to act as a front for the whole operation.”

“What I hadn’t anticipated was the effect on me when the two of us started to play and actually how much I enjoyed you. But you see I had no real choice but to follow through especially as the night went on and there was more and more interest in you, and your value, that they were expecting to ultimately sell you for was going up and up on the electronic market place.”

Kay is totally shocked by what Sue is revealing to her and her mind is trying to cope with all the implications of her situation. Her face is one of horror as the full circumstances are revealed and her position becomes self-evident. Her shock is so profound she barely reacts, not knowing what to do and feeling completely powerless, embarrassed, and humiliated. And it only gets worse.

“So, when you thought you had passed out at the party, you hadn’t, you had been drugged and then shipped to here where the organisation operates its slave market and that is where you were tonight. The photoshoot at the club was a cover to display the slaves to the bidders in the club and when you were in the box what you could not see or know was that you were actually being auctioned to the highest bidder as their slave.”

Kay’s eyes are fixed on Sue.

“You were almost sold to that man who gave you Champagne in the club, but darling I couldn’t let you be sold to anyone else because I have fallen in love with you, so I put all my money from the company on the line and bought you myself.”

“I don’t know if you will still love me, but technically I now own you, but I am going to let you to make your own choice. Please forgive me because I love you.”

Sue looks into Kay’s eyes and kisses her, the kiss almost breaks, before Kay starts to kiss back as she just can’t help herself.

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Girl Talk 6: Alison

Copyright: The Confession Club 4/12/09

This series is based on interviews I did quite a few years back with women who had modelled for me, or were private clients when I worked as a photographer. Their words have been, ‘edited’ but only to remove features of continuous speech such as, ‘um, ah, eh,’ and repetitions of partial phrases which is common in everyday speech.

The Confession Club: The story Alison gave me is a little more unusual, because it portrays a woman as a voyeur. It’s generally accepted that men are more receptive to visual stimulation, but Alison proves that women can find this exciting too. A twenty-eight-year-old brunette, with a lovely slim figure, she also has an exhibitionist side to her nature.

CC: Alison, as you know, I’m collecting stories from as many of my models and private clients as I can. You’ve got a great story to share with us, don’t you?

Alison: You mean, ‘What I did on my holidays?’ (laughs)

CC: Exactly – that’s the one.

Alison: OK, but I think we need a little background to make sense of it, don’t you?

CC: Just start from wherever you think is relevant.

Alison: Ok. This story is about my best friend Kerry and myself, so let’s go back a few years. I met Kerry on my first day at school. We became best friends and were virtually inseparable all through our school years. We did everything together, and usually slept-over at each other’s houses just about every weekend.

When we finally started going out with boys, we would tell each other everything, and I mean everything. We even had a rating system, which gave us a lot of laughs. When Kerry met her husband, I knew it was something special, because after the first two or three dates she was reluctant to talk about him. A year or so later, I was bridesmaid at her wedding – I was so happy for her. He was a really good man, and she was madly in love with him.

We still saw each other a lot, because he worked in the oil industry, and was often away from home for two or three weeks at a time. One night I went to see her, and she told me he had been promoted, and was being re-located to the main office in Houston, Texas. They’d be there for a minimum of two years. We hugged each other and cried, I was devastated at the news, and I eventually went home feeling miserable.

About two months after they moved, she called and invited me over for a few weeks. I had some holiday time due, and within a month I was flying into the USA. Kerry met me at the airport and drove me to her beautiful home, which really was fabulous – swimming pool, the lot. Her husband wasn’t home, as he had been called away that morning, but we had plenty to catch up on, and didn’t miss him at all. We had dinner beside the pool and drank white wine until it began to get dark. Kerry insisted I get to bed and catch up on my sleep to avoid jet-lag.

I woke early next morning rize escort with the sun streaming through my bedroom window, and Kerry standing beside the bed with a huge glass of fresh orange juice. She got in beside me as I drank it, like a million times before, and told me some of the sights, and tourist places she intended to show me later. It was just like old times, very ‘girly’ and innocent, although it hadn’t always been like that. I knew every erogenous bit of skin on her body and she mine. Either one of us could turn the other to a moaning piece of ‘jelly’ with just a few touches. When Kerry touched me a few moments later, I threw back the bedcovers and pulled my nightdress off, so she could do what she wanted. As I opened my legs wide, I reminded her in a mock warning voice that she was a married woman. She just laughed and buried her face in my pussy.

The next few days were a frantic round of visiting tourist sights, eating, drinking, shopping and making love. It was very nice having her all to myself for a few days; it was just what we needed, but we knew it couldn’t last, and sure enough, she got a call saying he would be home that evening. As we sat by the pool that afternoon, Kerry was very excited at the prospect of seeing him again. I suggested that I should make myself scarce after dinner and give them some privacy. She laughed and said they’d never make it as far as dinner, and he’d be ‘on’ her long before that. We both laughed at that, but I could see she was excited.

After a few moments she asked if I still had the same sexual fantasies as before, or had I worked my way through them all yet? She laughed when I said the funny thing about realising fantasies was that as soon as you’d worked through one, another one took its place. I could tell that she had something in mind, but just gave her plenty of time to get to the point. Eventually, she asked me if I’d fulfilled the ‘big’ one yet, and I admitted that I hadn’t. My big fantasy was to secretly watch another couple making love. Quite tame really, considering some of the things Kerry and I had gotten up to over the years, but the thought of seeing a couple screw each other mercilessly while I secretly watched, just got me wet and horny like nothing else could possibly do.

I could hardly believe it when she told me she’d been having almost the same fantasy and had been thinking about it for weeks before I arrived. When I asked her what she meant by ‘almost’ the same fantasy, she said she wanted to be the one being watched. We got so horny talking about it that we ended up naked on her bed, and although we both had a couple of orgasms, it just seemed to make us hornier still. We showered together, making sure all our erogenous zones were well soaped, which led to more orgasms still, then got dressed in our prettiest lingerie, and made our plans.

Like all the best plans it was simple. Kerry has a large sakarya escort walk-in closet in her bedroom, (very American) almost like a small room in itself. Just before he came home, I would conceal myself in the closet with the sliding doors a couple of inches apart. From there, I would be able to see everything, but in the darkness of the closet I would be invisible. We placed a chair inside the closet for me to sit on, and we were ready. As it turned out, we didn’t have long to wait. We heard a car in the driveway and we both ran for the bedroom where I got into the closet, and Kerry checked to make sure I couldn’t be seen. She disappeared, and I could hear their voices, then silence for a few moments. My heartbeat was racing with excitement, and I could feel the wetness gather between my pussy lips, then dribble out.

Suddenly they were there in the room, and I could see them feverishly kissing, touching, and pulling at each other’s clothes. Within seconds they were both naked and Kerry was moaning with pleasure as he kissed her nipples and fingered her pussy at the same time. She broke away, and sitting down on the edge of the bed, stroked his cock with her right hand, whilst cupping his balls with her left. She leaned forward and took his hard prick in her mouth, and I thought it was impossible to get all of that thing in her mouth, but she managed just fine, looking so sexy and fuckable. I wanted her so badly at that moment.

Twisting her head slightly as she licked along its length, she looked directly at me in the closet, and winked as if to say, ‘enjoy the show darling.’ His hips began to move back and forth, and his prick, shiny with her saliva, slid in and out as he fucked her mouth. It was Kerry who broke contact and lay back on the bed, opening her legs wide for him. She said something I didn’t quite catch, but he got down between her legs and started licking and sucking her. Soon my lovely Kerry was grinding herself against his face and having a very loud and long orgasm

By this time my hands were inside my panties, two fingers of one hand buried to the knuckles in my hole and the middle finger of the other rubbing my clitoris. They were kissing and fondling again, but Kerry soon got up on her knees and begged him to fuck her ‘doggy style.’ He positioned himself behind her, and Kerry reached through between her legs with one hand and guided his cock into her open lips. It sank into her with a wet slurping sound, and she whimpered with delight. At every thrust she got louder, and her big tits wobbled in time with the movements. I longed to kiss her lips and nipples. She became quite frantic, and urged him to fuck her, ‘harder and faster’ which he did, and again she rewarded his efforts with a loud and furious orgasm. As she finished, she fell forward on the bed, leaving him standing there, his cock, big with excitement, and shining with her juices.

She samsun escort turned to kiss him again, telling him how much she loved him and his cock, but now it was his turn. She made him lie down on the bed with his feet towards the closet, then climbed on top, straddling his body. She again guided his cock into her pussy, and it sank into her depths, then slowly out again as she moved sensuously to give him as much pleasure as possible. It was a beautiful sight, her gorgeous arse, and the tight pink cunt below with her lips stretched wide by his stiffness. She pumped up and down, occasionally stopping to keep him on the edge, then started again with the same unhurried rhythm.

I knew from our past ‘indiscretions’ that her pussy lubricated itself generously, but with each stroke her juices smeared and ran down his cock onto his balls. I longed to suck it up. Then she did something that was purely for my benefit. She turned around, still on top of him, but facing me this time, and continued her slow pumping motion. She looked at me in the closet and mouthed, ‘I love you’ holding up her big tits and squeezing her nipples. I almost came at that point but managed to regain control.

It wasn’t easy, especially when she put a hand down and started to rub her clitoris, all the time looking at me. I could see as well as hear that she was fast approaching climax again, but my darling Kerry had one last trick up her sleeve for me. She let his cock slip out of her, and quickly moved back down his body so that her pussy was right over his face, and his cock was in front of her mouth. They sucked each other in a gloriously sensual ‘sixty-nine.’ I could see her licking and sucking his cock, while her hand pumped him expertly, and I knew he couldn’t hold out against that for long. She let me see his first big squirt, then greedily smothered his knob with her mouth, stroking and sucking for his maximum pleasure. All this time she was moaning with her own pleasure as another orgasm wracked her body.

When he went to the bathroom, I managed to get out, and back to my own room, where I rubbed myself, bringing on a shattering orgasm within about thirty seconds. We couldn’t do anything about it then, but next day when he went to work, we lay in bed for hours talking about it.

CC: Just talking?

Alison: Well… not just talking about it. We made love umpteen times that day; we were so excited. Just couldn’t get enough sex to calm us down.

CC: Did anything else happen on the holiday?

Alison: No! Why are you asking?

CC: Because I’ve gotten to know you, and I just wonder if you took it a step further?

Alison: Honestly – you have a right dirty mind – what do you mean by a step further?

CC: Well, you said that you and Kerry shared everything. I just wondered…

Alison: What? That Kerry and I had a threesome with her husband? Never!

CC: You lying little tart – I can see it in your face – you did.

Alison: No, no, not me. (laughing)

CC: C’mon. Tell the truth – I know you did.

Alison: Mmm… maybe, but not today – soon, I promise.

CC: I knew it! Thanks for your story Alison – it was great, very interesting.

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Since we were just mingling, I took the opportunity to actually talk with Angelo, beyond just small talk. I talked about music, and he knew most of my favorite artists and songs. Movies, he knew almost every movie I love, including some of the real chick ones. Books, he knew at least half of the classics that I love. He even knew what it’s like to live with a cat. To get outside the areas he knew about, I had to veer all the way into talking about Guerlain, Dior, Sisley, and La Mer.

Once I got onto topics where he knew precious little, do you know what he did? He asked questions. And listened to the answers. Like, as if he was interested! As if he was learning. He didn’t pretend to know. He didn’t change the subject to something he knew more about. He didn’t try to form and push his own opinion about it. He just took an interest, and encourage me to tell him more.

If this was supposed to be “the boyfriend experience”, it wasn’t like any boyfriend I’d ever known.

Presently, Miss Havisham announced that the show would be ready in just a few minutes. This gave everyone (ok, it gave us girls…) time to visit the bathroom and freshen up. Then we all filed into an adjoining room, and once again, as had happened a number of times in this extraordinary building, I was stunned at what I found in the next room. A complete, if small, professional theatre.

The theatre would easily have sat something like 150 people, I guessed. It was a well appointed, professional theatre space, with plush seats in neat rows, which were even numbered and everything! The stage was a modest size, with a heavy red velvet curtain sporting golden tassels promising a hidden world of make-believe.

We all found seats, Angelo and I sat together, of course, and I chose the row behind Miss Havisham and Miss Buchanan, who sat right up front. Miss Buchanan had Rhett on one side and Miss Havisham on the other. Next to Rhett was Darcy, and finally Josie. The empty seats all arrayed behind our tiny group and were easily forgotten.

The house lights dimmed, a hush fell. A sultry woman’s voice began the introduction from somewhere offstage, “Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to this special, one-night-only command performance of our own interpretation of…”

It clicked. This was Crystal’s voice! But she was in show mode, and her voice sounded so different. So deep, sensual, and sexy!

“BURLESQUE!”, Crystal reached her crescendo. The follow spot sprang to life, aimed at the center of the curtains, and the velvet blankets began rapidly to open. There, revealed dramatically by the receding curtains and stark light of the spot, was a resplendent Crystal, in her red corset outfit with the little tease tassels, a sparkling tiara, eye-wateringly high heels, fishnet stockings all the way up to the high cut of her outfit. Her arms were thrown wide open above her head, one knee was forward, her skin was glistening with glitter. She was a showgirl, and she was shining like a beacon!

The spot opened out as the stage lights came up to reveal the other five girls behind, all in g-string, corset, one-piece, silver-sequined leo’s with, top hats and waist coat tails. They all wore the same punishingly high heels and fishnets. They were a scene of superlative glamour and glitz.

I cheered, along with the others, and we made much more clamor than such a small audience might be expected to make. We were wolf-whistling and calling out the girls’ names, and shouting encouragements. I listened to Angelo, and the other guys, and they were all joining in, but there was no yucky stuff that men, all too often, get to in these situations. You know what I mean, the “Show’s ya tits” nonsense. There was none of that. They were swept up in the fun of it, and were celebrating the girls along with the rest of us.

The music started up, with the bawdy bass drum driving the girls through their routine as they flirted and flounced, strutted and seduced, five nymphs in silver sequins, and then Crystal, bedazzling in her red costume and glittering tiara as the center piece. They hit all the classics, from high kicks, to the line-up leaning on one-another’s backs tapping a foot, a smack here, a peek under the tails there, suggestively cupping each other’s breasts, a scandalized gasp, a naughty little quick run about the stage in those perilous heels, and all punctuated by the big bass boom and a prominent waa waa trumpet.

In the audience we were laughing, cheering, whistling, and clapping all the way through. When the music reached it’s conclusion, the girls finally arranged around Crystal looking like a magnificent blooming flower, with long, sexy legs as the petals, and Crystal’s enticing body as the stamen, we were on our feet.

And that was just the first number! There were several more, including a classic cancan. Well, not quite classic. The classic would have featured lacy bloomers, but in this case the girls kütahya escort were showing off their g-strings, so their legs went forever, up under those full skirts when they did the high kicks. Did I wish I was up there? Maybe. Don’t judge me.

There was a brief interlude between the acts so that the girls could get changed. I was stunned at how quickly they managed to go from costume to costume. It must have been super chaotic backstage! But it gave me a chance to take in the landscape a little. We all excitedly remarked to each other how wonderful each dance was, and I was interested in how each person was reacting, so I was scanning over everyone’s minds.

The boys, impeccable as always, gave a strong hint of arousal (they’re only human), but overlaid with a real desire to enjoy and celebrate the talent of the dancers and the spectacle of the show. Miss Havisham was unreadable. Miss Buchanan was just getting more and more sexually energized, as if she needed any encouragement at all! But Josie was kind of interesting. Her mind felt more like how I might have expected the guys to feel – mostly lustful, erotically charged, and only a veneer of socially acceptable celebration of the culture, the art, the skill, and the showmanship. Very interesting…

The piece de resistance was the finale.

When the curtain opened on Crystal, it wasn’t clear if she was wearing anything at all, standing alone in the centre of the stage. She held two arrays of large feathers, which she was holding strategically to conceal her body. She stood there in silence for several long seconds to allow the audience to appreciate that she may well be quite naked behind the feathers.

I gasped. I had not expected to be treated to a feather dance!

In silence, she started walking furtively around the stage, as if looking for some unspecified danger. She had bare feet, enhancing the expectation that perhaps she might not be wearing anything at all.

As she walked, she shifted the feathers. She moved them to be covering her chest from the left, and her loins from the right, with her midriff visible in between. She suddenly turned to the side, deftly flicking the feathers one in front and one behind her, but making it plainly clear from the side that she had no clothes at all behind them, her unbroken nakedness visible from her ankles all the way to her slender neck.

She crouched to the floor, her knees to her chest, side-on to the audience, and placed both sets of feathers down in front of her, clearly, by now, fully naked, but not actually showing any intimate parts of her body to the audience. It was a spectacular tease, and we all gasped and applauded at each new risque pose.

Josie, meanwhile, was starting to build quite the head of steam. You wouldn’t know from looking at her, though. She clapped politely at the appropriate times, but inside she was seething with desire.

Suddenly, a person-sized, ridiculous looking bird burst onto the stage. It was one of the girls in a costume like a sporting team mascot, and it was supposed to be some large black bird of prey. At that moment, a male voice sang out, “Oooooooooooooooohh”, and Crystal picked up the feathers in a flurry, again managing to cover herself, but only just, as she stood up and acted fearful of the large bird, its wings extended as though it were the one singing.

“Allouette, gentille allouette,” the bird began singing the well known French folk song, and we all clapped and laughed, delighted. Crystal fluttered her feathers in response to the song’s first line.

“Allouette, je te plumerai,” the bird continued, and she shrank within a cocoon of feathers, as though intimidated.

The lyrics are referring to a lark, an “allouette”. The first two lines are, “Lark, lovely lark, Lark, I will pluck your feathers.”

“Je te plumerai le tete, je te plumerai le tete” the bird continued (I will pluck the feathers from your head). Crystal held one array of feathers in front of her body carefully to conceal her intimate parts, and raised the other array up her back until the feathers were visible above her head, and managed to convey fear and fragility. Suddenly, one of the feathers behind her lifted up and separated from the bunch, and floated toward the black bird! With some adjustment of my eyes, I could see that one of the girls was wearing a complete black-out cat suit to make her invisible against the black background. She was carrying the feather across the stage, behind the black bird and off to stage left.

“Et la tete, et la tete” (and the head, and the head)

“Allouette, allouette”

“Oooooooooooooooohh,”

“Allouette, gentille allouette, allouette, je te plumerai”, the song continued.

Crystal now had one complete array of large, 2 foot-long feathers, and one with a missing feather, right in the middle. She danced as the music went on, skillfully manisa escort concealing herself, but now with a tantalizing gap in her cover!

“Je te plumerai les ailes, je te plumerai les ailes,” The song continued (I will pluck the feathers from your wings). Crystal turned side-on to the audience, and held the feathers up on each side vertically from her hips, which were then visible, naughtily showing the side of her bottom cheek, the feathers spreading out upwards, front and back, providing cover for her breasts and giving the appearance of wings. She half crouched as though perching, which had the effect of pushing her naked bottom prominently behind her, but in the audience all we could see was the side view of it, long legs, sensually bending and leading all the way to her clearly naked hip, before the small of her back disappeared behind the feather ‘wings’. Again, an invisible hand plucked a feather and carried it prominently off the stage behind the silly looking black bird.

“Et les ailes, et les ailes,”

“Et la tete, et la tete,”

“Allouette, allouette,”

“Oooooooooooooooohh,”

“Allouette, gentille allouette, allouette, je te plumerai”

The folk song goes on in much this vein, adding a body part in each verse. The girls had adapted the song to suit the dance, using wings instead of beak, for example, presumably because arranging a beak feather might be more difficult (is there ever such a thing anyway?). They made other slight adjustments as well, but overall, the pattern of the song provided the format for an ever diminishing set of coverings for Crystal to employ in ever more frantic protection of her most delicate areas.

At the end of each verse, the song repeats each of the body parts already plucked, building that list each time. For each of the body parts, Crystal had to assume the same pose she had used when being plucked the first time. The rapid shift through all those poses became a dangerous game of peek-a-boo, with her eviscerated crop of feathers having rapidly to adjust to each pose, every more possibly failing, and exposing her nakedness to the glaring spotlight and the audience. Heck yes, I wanted to be her right now!

As the song progressed, I found I was literally on the edge of my seat, gasping and then laughing in relief each time she succeeded, not sure at each turn how she would be able to continue the tease and protect her dignity. I was continually amazed at her skill and dexterity, and her seductive wit, by which she extended that tease further and further until she was left with a single feather in each hand. Each feather had a significant plume, and one feather was sufficient, barely, to lay across her loins, and another across her breasts, to conceal only the very most sought-after, most intimate points. The remainder of her body was laid bare for the audience to feast on, richly eating but never satisfied despite such a vast, rich meal, while that tiny vestige of modesty remained untasted by their hungry eyes.

Her maneuvers through the list of poses in the final verse were flawless, but only, I started to realize, because the human eye can’t keep up with the swirling feathers over the smooth curves of her body as she snaps from one pose to the next, pauses there for that line of the song, then snaps to the next. She would shift the feathers as she changed posture, and in fact, it seemed certain she was actually exposed for the briefest moment, but it was impossible to catch that moment as the watcher without a freeze-frame video. It was tantalizing and delightfully frustrating.

At the end of the last verse the song began to slow as it reached the end of the list of poses, giving Crystal extra time to quiver in mock fear, adjust, come agonizingly close to revealing herself but at the last moment recover, all while the large black bird moved around behind her as she struggled, with just two feathers, to remain covered. The threat loomed as the bird took up a menacing posture behind her, while she fought with the fluffy, dainty little feathers to keep herself protected.

The song reached its conclusion with a final, “Je te plumerai”, at which moment both of Crystal’s hands flew to her face as though she were gasping in shock, the two final feathers sticking out vainly from each side of her face, but at the same moment, or just a quarter of a beat later, long enough to register the emergency that she may now be fully exposed, but not quite long enough to focus the eyes on the uncovered parts, the bird’s large, unwieldy black wings suddenly wrapped around her naked midriff to cover her, if barely, down to the tops of her long legs, forming a short (very short) miniskirt of sorts. It took half a second to realize that her elbows, because her arms were folded to bring her hands to her face, also hid her breasts, and once again she had won the game and the audience had missed out on mardin escort that tastiest of morsels.

I couldn’t believe she had done it. She had kept her nakedness covered this whole time, though the feathers-meets-seven-veils ordeal, and culminating in a literally breathtaking last-moment daredevil stunt that made my heart leap in anticipation. I mean, I literally found I was holding my breath for the last verse, so cleverly had she maintained the tension, and the crisis of maintaining her cover.

They stood there for several seconds, the victorious bird embracing the now completely naked Crystal, who wore a look of scandalized incredulity, of defeat and submission, of the inevitability of the captive, dependent as she was on the birds wings to cover her.

Then the lights dropped to almost black and the curtain started to close, but in the dim half light, even as they eyes were trying desperately to adjust to the darkness from the sharp, bright spotlight that had been searching every millimeter of Crystal’s form to expose, if it were possible, any humiliating breach in her deft management of those feathers, one could see that Crystal broke away from the bird to run fully nude across the stage to escape, her hands outstretched, completely unprotected, but frustratingly under a cover of just enough darkness that she couldn’t be clearly seen by human eyes which took time to adjust to sudden changes in levels of light. Only then did the lights drop fully down to black, and the curtains completed their closure.

And we all went berserk!

We hollered and screamed, shouted and whistled. It was spontaneous. I had never seen a show so engaging and tantalizing. I had never felt so much from a dance, so viscerally drawn to the exhibitionist crisis of the fragile little allouette, as she is mercilessly plucked of her feathers under the glare of a watching audience, a plaything, progressively stripped until finally completely dependent on her tormentor.

After perhaps a minute, our applause turned into calls for more, and an encore! We shouted and screamed for probably another full minute, before the curtain opened once again, and there were the four chorus girls. We screamed for them. They bowed to us, then turned all the way around and bowed low facing away from us, and lifted their coat tails, giving us a cheeky view of their fishnetted, bifurcated bottoms, before turning again towards us and bowing again. We screamed and shouted and applauded.

Then the bird swaggered onto stage. We screamed for the bird, clapping in delight as it threw all the plucked feathers into the air at once, and posed victorious over them.

We kept clapping, waiting. We kept calling her name until it was a chant, “Crystal, Crystal…”

Eventually, under the pressure of sustained chanting and screaming, the bird moved to the edge of the stage and turned towards the stage wings. When it turned back, Crystal was back in its clutches, in a repeat of the final position of the last number, it’s wings around Crystal’s midsection, barely providing the most skimpy of skirts, her breasts concealed only by her own arms, and she, otherwise, still completely naked. We were in a frenzy as they shuffled precariously to center stage.

Crystal used only a single arm to cover her breasts so that she could blow us a kiss with the other hand. It was the most outrageous tease. Then she waved vigorously, ensuring her breasts wobbled around conspicuously. We screamed for her. I so wanted to be her. It was delicious.

I checked in on Josie, and she wasn’t managing well. Her arousal was immobilizing her. She was being overpowered by it. But there was more. It was attraction, not just arousal. She was drawn, attracted, to Crystal. It was a crush. A deeply sexual crush. She was sinking into her own world of lustful daydreaming.

Crystal took a deep bow. The bird’s wings adjusted to reach forwards and shield from just below her chin, so that as she bent down horizontal the audience could not see her breasts when her arms extended out both sides. Only the wingtips reached all the way around her to provide a tiny little modesty shield from the front, so she was only barely, only just concealed within the fold of those wings, where she was very obviously naked. As she stood, she restored one arm as cover for her breasts, just as the wings moved down to cover her midsection again, and continued waving and blowing kisses to an apoplectic audience squealing, calling her name, and shouting.

Only after the bird finally delivered Crystal off stage, using only one wing on the audience side as the most fragile of covers for her, and waving the other in the air at the audience, did we start to calm down.

Once we had settled and the house lights came up, and we started moving back to the exists, I pulled Miss Havisham close and whispered, “Hey, I wonder… would you mind seating Josie next to Crystal at dinner?”

She shot a glance at me with a raised eyebrow. I made a faux innocent facial expression, and she chuckled. “Very well, my little mischief maker, have it your way. I do wonder what you’re up to, but sure. I can do that.”

Dinner was going to be fun.

Don’t judge me.

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It was a sunny day, not the best weather to enjoy the intense cricket match doing on in the stadium as thousands of men, women and kids sweat from the heat and the excitement of the match. And there she was in the middle of the crowd of sweaty men, a sweltering woman with a MILF body to die for. Her sleeveless top exposed her smooth, shaved armpits as she heard her husband worrying about the money since it seems like the team he bet on is on the verge of a loss. Indu sighed, hating to see her husband spend the money on such stuff and also to see him upset and annoyed when his team loses.

She decides to head to the food stalls, her mature body shaking gracefully with every step of her as the men turn their eyes from the intense match to look at the intensity of her red lips, and the hypnotizing sway of her wide hips. Oblivious to this attention, she went on muttering to herself about her position, annoyed with her husband betting on the losing team and so forth. Little did she know that her voice was louder than she’d thought, the man next to her being able to hear every single word from her gorgeous mouth.

As if by a stroke of luck, the man was none other than the infamous match-fixer, known for making matches turn upside down with just a few messages to the right people. He heard every word of hers, smirking to himself as he approached her slowly. “I could make his team win the match if I wanted, y’know?” He said with a casual shrug, buying a bag of popcorn. She looked confused and also slightly intrigued, while also being red with embarrassment for speaking loud enough for him to hear everything.

“What? That’s not possible…” She said with a disapproving shake of her head, her juicy breasts jiggling slightly with the movement. His eyes quickly glanced at them, a nice view of those lovely tits available in her v-neck top as she dressed up suitably for the heat. “What if I tell you there’s a wicket in the next ball?” He said with his eyebrows raised, as if challenging her. She chuckled and looked at him with a grin, her gorgeous teeth on display for him to admire. “I’ll dance then!” She said, and again, a little too loud. Her promise turned heads and she turned slightly red, but was confident that she wouldn’t have to do it anyways.

The man smiled a mysterious smile before pointing at the pitch, making the group of people near the stands look at the next ball with immense anticipation. And there it was, the wicket. There was a sudden silence amidst the usually crowded and noisy food stalls, everyone in shock from the prediction. He shrugged and gestured to Indu, as if asking her to dance right now. She was hesitant, shaking her head and trying to deny it. “It was just a coincidence. That doesn’t count…” She said, eskişehir escort but the crowd were hyped from the prediction coming true, the adrenaline fueling them as they forced her to dance, almost chanting for her to dance.

Indu turned red with embarrassment, never expecting something like this to happen, ever. But she succumbed to the pressure of the crowd, slowly moving her hips. And as if by a coincidence, a rather sensual song started playing on the speakers of the stadium, making the audience of her special show go even crazy. She blushed and closed her eyes, imagining this was just a dream as she moved her body so effortlessly and yet sensually, the men captivated by the moves of this married woman who was now dancing to their tune. Her ass swayed from side to side, unintentionally making all the men staring at her ass rock hard as they just imagined bending her over and fucking her right there and then.

Once she had danced for around a minute, she finally stopped, opening her eyes to see the crowd having grown by quite a bit. The eyes were transfixed on her and she couldn’t help but turn a dark shade of red. And when she finally looked up at the big screen, she saw that her dance had been the focus of the cameraman as he had put it on the big screen. Thousands of men, women and their kids had seen Indu dance like a cheap stripper in front of an audience. She covered her face and almost felt like she’d melt from the embarrassment.

“Enough?! All this because of a lucky coincidence…” She muttered and the man looked at her curiously, loving her disbelief. “Coincidence? What if I make another wicket fall, hmm? It hasn’t even been an over since the last one fell…” He said with a sense of mystery to his voice. “No way! Then I’d do anything you ask.” She said impulsively, not really thinking of the consequences had the man really proved his prediction right. And there grew the smile of not just the man, but of every man and every young adult in the crowd. And just like that, another wicket fell as if by a miracle.

Indu stared at the pitch, not being able to move from shock and disbelief as he had just done it again. She finally woke up from this shock, raising her arms and placing it over her head in disappointment as she took in the fact that she had to now do whatever that man wanted. Her raised arms gave a perfect view of her armpits, now decorated with a few beads of sweat dripping from there as the heat and the pressure of the situation got to her slowly. She looked at him with puppy eyes, as if begging him to go easy on her.

He only returned a mischievous smirk, moving closer to her. “You’re going to let one person grope your tits and another grope your ass…” He said in a stern tone, gaziantep escort as if almost commanding her. The crowd nodded in agreement and he chose a couple eighteen year old boys since he felt generous, wanting to share the good times with a bunch of horny young adults. She shook her head, but it was only in vain since she knew she couldn’t go back on her word with so many eyes on her.

The young men slowly approached her with a grin, their hands reaching out for her juicy breasts and her round, meaty ass, Indu looking rather ravishing for a married woman her age. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine something else to keep her mind occupied, but it’s easier said than done as she could clearly feel the hands of the young me wrapping around her ass and tits, squeezing it like they haven’t ever touched a woman before. They grope her shamelessly in front of everyone, the cameraman clearly focusing on this instead of the match. And the players can’t help but take a glimpse at the big screen every now and then, chuckling as they see this mini-show during the match.

Finally the young men had squeezed her juicy parts plenty, letting their hands part from her body. She sighed in relief, but all that relief faded away when she realized her husband and her newly adult son would have seen this happen on the big screen. She just hoped that they were busy with something else, but deep down she knew they saw it. That’s when the man shook her out of her trance with his puzzling tone, “You know I can make your husband’s team win, right?” She opened her eyes wide, not realizing this until now. And as embarrassing as these challenges were, she loved the possibility of her husband being happy for once and not annoyed after making another failed bet.

She hesitantly walked closer to him, whispering in his ears, “Please, can you do that… I’ll be really grateful.” He smirked and moved closer to her, gently smelling her womanly scent along with the aroma of her sweat spreading in the air, letting everyone almost get high from it. And as much she would hate to admit it, she was aroused from this, her cunt dripping from this feeling of embarrassment and humiliation as she was disgraced in front of everyone. Her panties were now wet, her juices even slowly dripping down the inner sides of her toned, MILFy thighs.

It was as if everyone could smell her arousal, and especially the man who was so close to this breedable married woman. He smirked and whispered, “How about we meet in the room behind the stadium then?” She nodded submissively, her brain asking her to stop this but her cunt asking her to follow every command of his like she was his personal servant, his fucktoy to have fun with whenever he wanted. She giresun escort slowly walked to the room to the disappointment of everyone, the audience obviously wanting a ticket to this rather private show.

The man and Indu had finally made their way to this secluded room, and before Indu could utter a word, he had stripped her naked, tearing off her rather thin top and pulling down her denims in an instant. It was as if this peculiar man had planned all of this out, waiting for this moment to arrive. He chuckled and gave Indu’s bare ass a spank as he saw the condition of her cunt, dripping from the excitement of acting like a cheap stripper slut for the crowd.

He squeezed her round, juicy brown ass as he pushed her against the wall. He pulled his cock out, throbbing and sweaty from having been trapped there for too long with her teasing it with her dance moves and being groped. He finally had a chance to take out his sexual frustration and this poor married mother was the one to receive it all. She screamed from the mix of pain and pleasure, this man’s cock penetrating her married pussy. She hadn’t felt such pleasure in almost forever, the excitement of her previous exhibitionist adventures not so long ago adding to this release.

She came multiple times, drenching his cock over and over with her flowing juices as she seemed to beg for it harder and harder with just her eyes, her mouth too shy to say it out loud. After all, she was a shy, conservative, religious married woman. Or so she liked to believe. Everyone seeing her sultry dance moves, the young men feeling her ass and tits, and this man pounding her in a secluded room would definitely say otherwise. She took all of his powerful thrusts so well, as if this was Indu’s calling… to be a good little fucktoy.

It didn’t take long for the man to make the final thrusts as he began to near his climax, his thrusts getting deeper into her cunt but slower in pace. “You… slut.” He whispered in her ear, biting her neck and giving her a hickey as a souvenir before his cock began to pump rope after rope of his pent-up load deep into Indu’s fertile, motherly womb. Her eyes were wide open from this sense of ecstasy, her mind almost going blank with this pleasure as she felt a sense of satisfaction creep up into her. As if it was her purpose to be filled with cum, and that she had fulfilled it now.

Having drained every drop of his warm seed into her mature cunt, he left her on the floor, his load dripping from her cunt and onto the floor. True to his word, he got dressed and sent a message to fulfill his end of the deal. Indu finally got the strength to walk after a few minutes, her legs dragging her back to the stands where all eyes seemed to be on her. “They couldn’t have known what happened there? Could they?” She thought to herself before looking up at a replay on the big screen. And there it was. The replay of her cunt dripping cum onto the floor from every angle, almost as if the room she had been in had cameras at every possible corner…

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Anna and Robert sat at the bench, the one where it had all begun, months before, when Spring was just arriving and the earth woke up, fresh, new and yearning. They scanned the lake below for anything interesting, but it was quiet now. Sam had gone on holiday. He had planned it a year before, as a post-birthday treat to try and stop the darkness that followed his aging another year. Little had he even dreamed about the events that took place on the day. Anyway, he was off on a ship, cruising somewhere and hoping to meet people, especially as that would take his mind off of his young friends.

The air was quieter, many of the birds had exhausted their song, their territories safe from new arrivals, nests built and young raised. Flittering of wings could be seen in the reeds as the fledglings built up their flying skills.

“Want to go?” Robert said and Anna wasn’t sure where he meant and looked at him quizzically. He nodded down, to Sam’s place, their place.

She felt that tingle inside her, both in her stomach and lower. They hadn’t been here for a few weeks, since Sam’s birthday, but Anna had sunbathed topless and even naked on their little balcony and Robert frequently did so too.

She looked into his eyes as hers lit up. “Yes!” and she stood and looked down the path, now overgrown with bushes and vegetation, making it harder to see down if anyone was coming. She turned, but then looked back, something had caught her eyes. The top of a head was bobbing along, heading their way.

“Act casual” she said and they both stared out over the water, waiting for the person to pass.

“Hi. Oh, hi. Erm. Anna, yes?”

She looked up at the stumbling voice and recognised Dave, the eighteen-year old that she had flashed her breasts at after he had caught her and Sam on a little photo session.

“Dave? David?” She stood again and held out her hand to the young man.

“Dave, yes.” he mumbled, trying to look into her eyes, but distracted by her breasts, remembering them from before and noticing that her nipples were poking out, clearly she was not wearing a bra under her t-shirt.

“David sounds nicer” she said as his heart pounded, almost obscuring her words.

He laughed and then looked nervously at Robert, who was now standing too.

“Robert, this is David, the young man I told you about. He was such a gentleman” her words were soft almost a purr to Dave’s ears

Robert reached out and shook Dave’s hand warmly, “Nice to meet you, Anna spoke highly of you.”

Dave’s head span, what had she said? What had he done, other than find the lens cap and apologise for his friend’s stupid comments earlier. Maybe she had mistaken him for someone else.

“Where is the other man, Sam? Is he not taking photos?” He wanted to try and jog Anna’s memory to when they met, maybe she was thinking of someone else.

“He is away. Robert likes to take photos too, they both use me as their model” and she giggled at how absurd that sounded.

“You are a great model” the young man added.

“You said that last time. You wanted to see the photos too.” Dave realised she wasn’t mistaken, but was still confused. “I will have to show you some, then you can see if I am a good model or not” and she smiled at him so warmly he almost had an orgasm.

Dave blushed, not just at her kind words, but also the thought of seeing those photos and her breasts in them.

“So” he cleared his throat and tried to sound more mature, “are you taking any photos today?” Part of him hoped he would be able to watch.

Robert spoke first, “No, not really today. We are just having a nice walk.”

“And maybe some sunbathing.” Anna added, her smile flashing at the teenager.

“Oh, down there?” and Dave nodded over the fence.

“You know it?” Anna was shocked, she thought only Sam went there.

“I went there once, by accident. Just followed a path. Pretty sure I saw your friend, Sam, so hid and followed him…” the teen was blushing now, realising what he had said.

Anna laughed and reached out to pat Dave’s arm. “Yes, Sam showed us. It’s a good spot. Don’t tell anyone else though!” and she held a finger to her lips and laughed.

“No. No, I won’t.”

“Promise?” Anna was whispering now, leaning closer to the young man, her breasts wobbling in her t-shirt as his eyes kept flicking down to look.

“Promise.” he whispered back to her and she kissed the finger against her lips and reached out to place it on his mouth. Dave had to use all his willpower not to cum in his trousers as her skin touched his mouth.

“Let’s go!” Anna said and turned to lead the way, Robert shrugging and following and Dave, dumbstruck, rooted to the spot. She turned and waved “Come on!” she said to him and he began to walk, slowly as his erection was causing some problems.

The path was overgrown, but still there and the clearing was even more shielded now. Anna span around with her arms out in the centre of it as the two men looked around for somewhere to sit on the grass and moss covered ground.

Robert decided kahramanmaraş escort to sit one side of Anna and Dave the other, with the younger man closer to the entrance as he was the least likely to be showing anything.

Anna sat back, her arms stretched behind her and Dave tried not to stare at her breasts as the material fell back on them.

Robert sat and quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head and lay back, sighing as the sun hit him.

Dave sat, rather awkwardly and tried to be calm.

“You ok?” she whispered, leaning close to the young man and he twitched in his trousers again.

“Yeah. Yeah, all good.” He said, not convincingly.

“Relax, it’s fine, you’re with friends” Robert said from the other side of Anna.

“Friends. Yeah. Good.” and Dave convinced no one that he was relaxed.

Anna stroked his back and leaned in to whisper “Don’t worry, we trust you.” her words tickling his ear and her closeness making his cock throb more.

She looked at the young man and smiled. “All is good, David” she said and reached down to pull her t-shirt up over her head and sat up straight, turning in the teenager’s direction. “See!” she said, arms spreading out, palms up in an expression of how relaxed she was.

Dave just stared. He didn’t want to, but Anna’s breasts were lovely and her nipples were stirring and becoming harder as the air hit them, along with the gaze of a lovely young man.

She giggled and then lay down, Dave’s eyes following her breasts and when he looked up at her face, he saw she was looking at him and smiling. She lifted a hand and poked one nipple with a finger, it was already longer than the depth of the digit and she laughed. “Just breasts, David. You have seen them before.” and then she poked his ribs with the same finger and laughed, with Robert joining in, which made Dave laugh too now.

He looked down at her as she continued to poke his ribs playfully. Then her hand tugged at the bottom of his t-shirt. “Lie down, relax, David.” She whispered to him and he did one of those things, acutely aware that he was now very hard and lying next to a topless woman, who had had masturbated at the thought of since he had seen her breasts.

“Relax” echoed Robert and then the quiet was broken by the sound of a zip as he removed his trousers, revealing that he wasn’t wearing underwear. his cock semi-hard as he stripped to lie in the sun.

Anna’s finger again toyed at the bottom of Dave’s t-shirt and he giggled, then sat up to look her in the eyes, her blue eyes, so warm and welcoming to him. She looked at him and his hands went to the material, pulled it up and he revealed his pale chest to the couple.

“So nice.” She whispered as he lie down next to her, her arm moving to press against his.

All was quiet as the couple and their new, young friend took in the sunshine, one naked, the other two topless, screened from the world by reeds trees and bushes.

Dave actually started to relax.

Anna turned her head to look at the new friend and he was aware she was looking at him, turning a second or so later to face her.

She smiled and he twitched, wishing his erection would go away and hoping she hadn’t noticed.

“Did you come here with Sam a lot?” he asked, still confused by the relationships.

“A few times. I came with Robert too. The two of them took photos together here as well.” Which confused Dave even more.

“It is nice and secluded” the younger man said, fishing for more information.

“Yes. You can do all sorts of things here” she replied then laughed at the thoughts of what had happened here.

“Really?” Dave blurted out.

“Really really.” her voice soft and naughty, causing the swell in Dave’s trousers to grow.

“Oh!” was all he dared say now.

Anna looked at Dave and turned onto her side to face him, her breasts fully exposed to his eyes and just inches from his touch as he fought to try and remain calm.

“Do you really want to know?” she whispered and Dave noticed that her nipples were even harder now, turning a lovely raspberry colour as they pointed at him. He felt his underwear getting very wet as his cock twitched and leaked.

He could only nod.

She gave that giggle, the naughty one. It wasn’t annoying, it was just her nerves and her eyes would sparkle when she did it. Her gaze went up to the sky, then back to the young man beside her.

“OK. Robert and I fucked here.” Her voice was quiet and her gaze firm at Dave, “but we can’t today as it is my period.” She added flatly and with some disappointment in her voice. “Then Sam and I came here and I wanked him.” her eyes shining as she remembered how the older man had shot his load as she held his cock, part of it landing on her breast. Her eyes went to the sky and back again, “Also, Sam and Robert wanked here when they took photos.” She added.

“Oh!” was his reply. His mind was overwhelmed and racing, still unsure of the relationships. “So” he began to think of what to say and took his time, “you are the only kastamonu escort one to wank someone else here?” It was an odd question and one Anna hadn’t expected.

“No” she thought of the answer and if she should say it, “Robert wanked Sam and vice versa.” Her eyes looked right into Dave’s as she gave the answer.

“Oh!”

He thought again, still confused. His voice dropped to a whisper, “Robert is your boyfriend though?” He was still after clarification.

“Yes. He is my lover” then her eyes flickered up and down, “well, Sam is too, but that was for his birthday.”

Dave stared, shocked and even more intrigued.

“Birthday?”

“Yes, it was his birthday a few weeks ago, so he had a special treat to celebrate being sixty-nine.” And her smile was warm with the memory of that weekend.

“Oh!” came the usual response as the teenager tried to comprehend the events.

“Well, sixty-nine is a special number.” Anna added.

“Erm, yeah, I suppose.” He mumbled back.

“You know what a sixty-nine is, David?” Her eyes sparkling as she spoke.

“Well. Erm.. sort of.” He mumbled, blushing deep red now. “Well, I think I know. Maybe. But maybe not in this context.” He had watched porn, but was wondering if he had misunderstood this conversation.

She smiled and breathed in. “So, David,” Anna breathed in deeply again and looked straight into the young man’s eyes, “Sam was on his bed and I got on top facing the other way and we gave each other oral sex.” He voice was calm and soft, yet Dave found it the most sexy he had ever heard.

“Oh!” he gulped. “Nice” he added.

“So nice” she purred, remembering how the older man had put his tongue into her body and licked her to orgasm that weekend.

“It is my birthday soon!” Dave said as he continued blushing.

“Hmmmm” Anna looked at him with her eyes partly closed, “Those nine months went fast, David. I thought you were just a few months into being eighteen!”

He laughed and was amazed how much she had remembered.

“Fair enough” he said, the blush fading slightly.

“Anyway, you are far from sixty-nine” Anna added. “Can you wait fifty years?”

All three laughed at the conversation.

“I can wait,” he said, “it will be worth it” and he blushed at what he had said.

Anna laughed. “David, I will be almost eighty five. You want oral with such an old lady?”

He thought about it, looked into her face, then down to her breasts and hard nipples, “Yes!”

Again, all of them laughed.

“Deal!” she said.

“I will take photos!” added Robert.

All was quiet again for a few moments, but Dave’s mind was racing. “A sixty-nine on your sixty-ninth!” he suddenly said and they all chuckled. “What a great present!”

Anna was now feeling naughty and turned to the young man again. “That was part of it.” She said, adding to Dave’s confused and stormy mind.

“There was more? Wow!” and he looked at her, desperate to hear details.

“I was his present, David. He had me for the weekend.” she gazed deep into his eyes. “Also, I made a cake.”

“Had you? What do you mean? What about Robert?”

“I was there, Dave” came the older man’s voice. “It was part of the present, we stayed the weekend and Sam took photos and it was his weekend.”

“You were there?” Dave’s voice was full of confusion now and Anna reached out to pat his arm and calm him.

“Yes, David. Robert was with me to keep me safe. Also to watch. Sam could have anything from us that weekend. He had me when he wanted. Where he wanted too.”

“Where?” He was still grappling to understand.

“Yes, David. Robert and I discussed it all and we let our lovely friend have all he wanted.” Anna’s eyes shone at Dave now and his cock strained in his trousers thinking of her and Sam.

“All?” Dave whispered.

“Yes” her voice was quiet now, her eyes looking into his as he had turned on his side to face her, getting a better look at her breasts.

“Oh” he said, his breath dancing over Anna’s nipples as he breathed deeply.

“Yes, David. All of me.” He eyes were causing Dave;s cock to harden achingly and he suddenly realised he needed to stop this conversation.

Dave looked at Anna, unable to turn away. His eyes gave away his desire and Anna knew.

“All of me” she whispered again and he shivered.

“Oh!”

She was sure he knew, but wanted him to be absolutely certain. Anna’s voice was so quiet and seductive now “Yes, David. Sam had all of me. He was my lover for the weekend. He was inside me.” She paused and made sure her eyes were looking directly into his before she added “and, yes, David, he took me up the arse,”

Dave’s eyes widened and he started to sit up suddenly, muttering “Oh shit” as his hands went to his trousers. “shit shit shit” he mumbled, then he blushed deep red, his hands fumbling for his fly buttons and Anna watched as the streak of milky sperm ran from his trousers as he undid them, his underwear already soaked and coated with the semen as he orgasmed. He pulled his kayseri escort underpants down slightly as the hard cock continued to pulse and pour his spunk out, the thick liquid flowing over the grass as he put head on the ground and mumbled words that made no sense.

Anna smiled and stroked Dave’s arm as the penis gave one final spurt. “So nice” she whispered to the embarrassed teenager.

Dave sat up and Anna leaned over to rest against him as he tried to tidy up. Robert handed over some tissues that were in his rucksack as the younger man wiped the sticky mess from his belly, underwear and matted pubic hair.

“Sorry, David” Anna whispered, causing his cock to twitch and harden again. “But, that is quite a compliment for a woman.” He turned to look at her, her eyes raising from the head of his cock that was exposed to look at him.

“I feel so stupid” he blushed.

“Why?” her voice was making him hard already, “it is natural. Also, as I said, quite a compliment that you orgasmed just thinking about me.”

Dave smiled and noticed Robert was watching, the older man’s cock hard now.

“Nice load!” Robert said as Dave mopped up the last of his cum.

“Nice cock” was all Dave could think to say.

“Thanks”

“It is, isn’t it” added Anna and she reached out a hand to stroke her boyfriend’s erection.

She looked back at the younger man, “Thank you, David.” she said, her fingers now strumming the length of Robert’s hard cock.

“For?” said the confused teenager.

She nodded down at the young cock, that responded by swelling again.

“You’re as bad as Sam” she laughed as the cock stirred so soon after orgasm. Her eyes stayed on Dave’s cock, the head shining with his cum and lubricant as it hardened. He was uncut and didn’t shave. She couldn’t tell how long he was as he still had most of it covered, but it looked nice and she felt her pussy twitch as she stared at the hole, opening as a teardrop of pre-cum appeared.

“Your clothes will dry better in the sun, David.” and the meaning wasn’t lost on either man.

Anna reclined and reached out her hands, each one stroking the arm of a naked man, one her lover, the other an eighteen year old she had met once before. Both their cocks twitched at the touch.

“So, David.” Anna’s voice was soft and light in the humid air, “how much experience have you had?”

Dave blushed and seriously thought of running away, except his underwear was still soaked with his cum, as was the front of his jeans. Also, his cock was nearly fully hard.

“Not much really” he whispered and realised Anna had turned to face him again, making him blush more.

“How much, David? If you don’t mind the personal questions.”

“Very little” His voice was very quiet, but loud enough to make Robert turn to look his way.

“Have you shagged?” Anna asked, quiet and with concern in her voice.

There was enough silence for the couple to know the answer before Dave spoke.

“No. Not yet, No.” His voice sounded flat and lost.

Anna stroked his arm and moved closer, “There’s lots of time” she whispered and he felt his cock harden as her words brushed over his skin.

“Any blow jobs?” This time it was Robert doing the questioning.

Again, the silence answered before Dave could.

“No. Not an actual one. I was promised, but…” his voice trailed off as he realised what he was saying.

“Promised?” Robert sat up as he said it and looked at the young man.

“Yeah” he cleared his throat, “a friend promised one after she sucked my friend, but then she just wanked me.”

“Well, a wank is good” Anna chirped in.

“Not if you are promised a blow job!” Robert added, causing the three to laugh.

“Guess you are right” she said, then looked at Dave to continue the line of questioning “Hope you got to cum on her tits!”

Dave laughed and said he had.

“Did you get bonus points for the nipple shot?” Anna giggled.

“No, she had her bra on.” Dave said, somewhat subdued now.

“WHAT!” Anna giggled. “So, not only did she not blow you, you didn’t even get to see her tits?”

Dave giggled and nodded and then looked at Anna, “her tits weren’t as good as yours.”

“Are you saying that because you have actually seen mine, David?” her head was cocked slightly to one side as she toyed with the younger man.

“No. Yours are great. Fucking beautiful, in fact.”

Now Anna blushed and she looked down to see her chest, dark pink with the blush, the colour almost as deep as the red of her nipples, which had grown hard during the conversation.

Her eyes lifted to Dave’s and he noticed the warmth in them. She moved closer to whisper “Have you seen many tits, David?”

His silence answered and he shook his head, then lowered it and mumbled “just yours.”

Anna smiled at him, his eyes were downcast, but he could see her face light up. Then she reached her hand to his and pulled it to her, placing his palm on her breast and holding it there.

“Well, now you have felt one too, David.”

Dave’s mind was spinning now and he looked as Anna held his hand onto the breast, her fingers squeezing him, encouraging him to also squeeze and feel the breast. Her eyes dropped to watch his cock as it reared up when his fingers stroked the soft skin and her nipple hardened against his palm.

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DARES ANOTHER CHALLENGE 4

I was surely close to getting my ruby ring. I had taken my husband’s challenges and done some increasingly daring and sexually challenging activities. He had dared me to remove my underwear at a club, run across the parking lot naked and then fuck his friend in the back seat of our car while he drove around with his cock in the wife’s mouth. Prior to that, he took photos of me sitting, naked, beside his sleeping father and he showed his mother my pussy. The dares were getting tougher and tougher and with the most recent event, had increased to where I fucked another man. I wanted the ruby ring and told him I would take one more dare to get it. He agreed and said he would surprise me.

We were out clubbing. I thought we were going from one club to another when we took a different turn and pulled into an “adult bookstore”. I had never been to such a place before, but had read about the things that went on there. I looked at Sean and he said, “This is the final dare for your ring.” I inhaled deeply and got out of the car.

“I trust you to keep me safe.” I said.

Sean said, “Of course. You’ll hatay escort enjoy this.”

I wasn’t so sure, but I agreed. Sean was getting a bit daring for me, but I trusted him and the sex we were having after these events was amazing. After fucking Jason in the backseat of our car, my husband fucked me four times the next day.

We went into the place and looked at the nasty movies and the dildos and S the tip poked at my clit. He held my breasts in his hands. His cock found its target and slid inside me. I began to move up and down on him, watching a woman get spit roasted on the movie screen. She had a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy.

Sean whispered in my ear, “Does that make you hot, seeing her take two cocks at the same time. Have you ever thought of doing that?” I nodded yes. He continued, “That’s one of my fantasies, seeing you get fucked from both ends.

I asked, “Which one would be your cock? Who would be the other guy fucking me?”

He said, “I want to be in your pussy while you suck another man’s cock.”

He was turning-me-on with his dirty talk. I’d never done a three-way, ığdır escort but had read stories on-line and in magazines about women getting spit-roasted that way. My pussy was really wet as I rode him.

Of course, you know what happened next. I saw a cock stick through the hole in the wall beside us. It was a nice prick, I guess. I’m not an expert. It looked clean and it was very hard. I looked back at Sean who was now fucking me more vigorously and had turned me to face the wall where the cock was protruding. I knew what Sean wanted me to do.

“I dare you to suck it.” He said.

I turned and gave him and open-mouthed kiss, swirling my tongue around the inside of his mouth. I was lewdly fucking his mouth with the tongue that was going to suck a stranger’s cock. I leaned forward with my husband’s cock still in my pussy and took hold of the mystery prick poking through the wall. I licked the tip of it and it bobbed expectantly. I licked the underside and then took it into my mouth. Being experienced with only my husband’s prick, I focused on whether this strange cock was different. I decided that it was not so much ısparta escort different, maybe a little longer. I sucked it into my mouth and my husband increased the intensity of fucking me from behind. I grabbed the balls that went with the cock and licked them. I tried to deep throat the cock in my mouth, but I couldn’t take it all. Whoever it was must’ve been horny because he didn’t hold out very long. I felt his cock spasm and his semen spurt into my mouth. I pulled away and the second shot hit my cheek. It was then that my husband emptied himself into me. I noticed his phone. He had been videoing me sucking this stranger’s cock. He was accumulating quite a library of photography of me.

I turned and kissed Sean with the cum in my mouth. He tried to resist, but I forced the stranger’s semen into his mouth.

We got dressed. I noticed another cock poke through the wall on the other side. I could’ve had another one if I wanted, but one was enough. I did grab it to see what it felt like. We got out of there quickly. As we drove home, I got my husband’s cock out of his pants and played with it. As we neared our home, I leaned over to suck on it. If any neighbors were watching us pull into the driveway, they would’ve seen my head appear after we stopped and know what I had been doing.

Once again, we had an all-night love-making session and I got my beautiful ruby ring.

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After my adventurous and filthy night at Antoine’s, my husband Luke had been quiet. He wasn’t mad. He was too stubborn and cocky for that. He was planning his revenge; we were back in our penthouse, and I Elise was cleaning the kitchen.

“H-hello sir…” She murmurs innocently, looking at Luke like he was a king. I could tell the little bitch was fawning over Luke. I hope he didn’t bring her over to clean our sparkling clean house to imply he cheated on me with her; at least pick someone convincing.

“Be ready in 20. Our helicopter will be on the helipad to take us to our yacht.” Luke says as i strode to our master bathroom to rinse off all the sex. I loved staying at our yacht; it was so relaxing, luxurious and filled with delicious staff members.

I sighed at the feeling of the warm water against my soft skin. I suddenly felt all the soreness in my body, compliments of Antoine’s back-breaking thrusts. A cold air suddenly rushes in and a pair of hands are on my tits; it was Luke.

“Mmm, finally.” i moan out softly, wanting his hands…No, i craved his hands. I look down and see his cock is between my legs, sticking out and lightly grazing my thighs, and my wet cunt felt his throbbing member as he thrusted lightly.

“Oh baby, you’re so big…give it to me.”

I close my eyes, leaning my head back against his broad and muscular shoulder. His hands travel my body, finding my breasts and giving them a much needed squeeze before he pulls away and leaves me in a horny mess.

“Luke, you fucking asshole! ARGH!” i yell out and sigh. i could cry from how horny and unsatisfied i was right now.

Once i was done with my shower, i dried off and decided to up my game. Luke had teased me in the shower, which did make me horny, but I was the one who spent all night getting laid, so I don’t understand why he didn’t just fuck me. Maybe that was his point, that I’m the one who needs release, he can bide his time. Or maybe he wanted me to really think he had already got some last night with Elise. Whatever it was, his silence told me he wanted me to think about it, wanted me to sweat about it.

As he waits for me on our helipad by the private helicopter, I walk onto the adana escort roof in my tiniest bikini that could still just pass to be worn in public. It was a small pink teardrop shape that covered my nipples as well as just about covered my down below.

Clear thin straps held the tiny bikini together, enough to create an illusion it was stuck on, only the shadow cast by my skin gripped under the tight floss-like material gave it away it was even there. From behind, I was as good as naked. I had Elise follow me to the helicopter, giving her a look at my essentially bare body, taking big powerful yet still graceful strides in my custom pink stilettos, probably more expensive than what she’d earn in a year.

“Hello, darling. I had Elise bring a coverup for me, unless you think i won’t be needing it.” I give you the look, letting you know that if you don’t tell her to keep it, you won’t br seeing me naked any time soon.

“She can keep it.” He says in defeat as he takes my hand, helping me enter the helicopter. I couldn’t help but notice the pilot couldn’t take his eyes off my elegant curves; Luke noticed too.

The helicopter landed on land rather than the helipad on out yacht as per Luke’s request. The doors open and i suddenly realise i have to walk the pier to a speedboat which would take us to our yacht.

With Luke’s help, i get out the helicopter and take big power yet elegant strides, swaying my hips as people watched my almost naked body on display. People here weren’t middle class but were ‘aspiring billionaires’ living in some sort of belief that they could work their up to out lifestyle by buying Tesla stocks or crypto.

Wr finally boarded The Mirage, a gift Luke got us for our anniversary a few years ago. It was a grand and luxurious yacht.

Once I’m up to the main deck, I discard my bikini, for all the good it does me, waiting for you to join me on the open-top third deck. The crew had all seen me naked plenty of times, at your insistence the first time, but now it was just natural to me. They handed me champagne from one of our French vineyards, and you a whiskey, and we before you know it, I straddle you in one of the padded ankara escort seats by the pool.

Before you get a chance to stop me, or play another game, I unzip your fly, undo your belt and free your half-erect dick from the tight swimming wear I’m excited to see. However, for now, I stroke you as fast as I can until you’re hard. Hard, and thick, and big, and all mine. I slide you inside me moaning happily as I do, whilst the grumble of the yacht’s engine revs up.

“Don’t wait another week to fuck your slutty wife, please,” I moan into your ear and grab you around the head and bounce my hips up and down, my bare tits bouncing in front of your face. A crew member walked past us and saw what their employers were doing. They had seen it many times.

I’d been doing this less than 2 hours ago with Antoine, but it felt like I hadn’t had sex in forever, because I hadn’t had you inside me. I gasp and whimper like a whore so you know how much I want you.

“Fuck me however you want…use me like a bitch…please”

I bounce harder, feeling your big and delicious cock stretch my walls. You felt how wet i was for you, but it helped since i had another mans cum inside me.

“Ughn… I love you… I wished it was you last night, Antoine is sooo big but he’s just not you,” I groan out loud

“He made me cum so quickly, but I need you to claim me back, I need you to make me cum faster, and harder. Just claim me as your slut, please.”

I feel his hand reach from behind, tugging mu hair down so my head would face up. I feel his merciless thrusts and let out loud and delirious moans. His cock felt so good, it had my eyes rolling to the back of my head and my tongue hanging out, displaying my stupid expression as he fucked me like a stupid bitch.

“did you enjoy having Antoine rail your dirty cunt? huh?” He asks as he continued his assault. I was now a dumb doll being used by her husband, her master, her owner. My moans were weak and i felt a strong orgasm coming. Luke and i came together, feeling his warm and thick seed shoot inside me before he rolled me off him.

“That was good…fuck! I love you.” Luke says as he catches his breath, adıyaman escort spent from our short yet satisfying session

I do love the sensation of cum leaking out of me, and I’m glad that this time its mostly yours. Hearing and seeing your adoration makes me feel a little better, as you’ve become more keen to wield your power of late. I wonder if it’s just a side effect of getting more fame as the next up and coming member of the super-elite club, but it just seems you’ve been okay with me whoring myself out more often and enjoying my humiliation, which I can’t deny I do like but these tender moments are rarer, and they too matter to me.

However, I do think about what you said to me before our climax; showing me you basically were unfazed by the fact I chose to visit Antoine and not stay with you, like I should be the one embarrassed by my night in another man’s bed.

The loving moment is broken by a flash of irritation, and I lit up, still naked, cum leaking out of my cunt, and with your arms loosely draped around me, but I stroke your face softly then hold it in both hands as I kiss you.

“I love you dearly too, but Antoine really does make me cum better than you.”

It was true too, not every time, no, but the orgasm you just gave me was clearly rushed as you wanted to have your own. I feel I caught you off guard, made you succumb to your more animal instincts, got you hard when you hadn’t planned to be, had sex when you’d maybe intended to string me along and make me beg for it. Sure… I believe you when you say you love me but I wanted a lot more than that today.

“Don’t make me wish I’d stayed in bed with him,” I say coldly, then I let myself break into a small smile, and run my finger up my thigh and collect some of your cum, sucking it from my finger as soon as I have a sizeable glob, “Yours tastes better though.”

I walk off to the bar, still just in heels, partly to refill my drink that I spilt in our passion, partly to get a napkin to wipe myself. I decide to take mu phone out and connect to the yachts media system. It shows me multiple screens i can connect to, so i decide to connect to it all.

I load up a video i recorded last night in which Antoine and i appear on screen, the camera aiming at a mirror; Antoine is naked behind me while he fucks my ass. His hands on my tits as the camera shows my face and his while we both moan out deliriously. Every crew member was watching this video on some screen on the yacht…

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I have written here and elsewhere, about the fact that my wife likes exposing herself to me, and occasionally to others. This took place one night, which started off as a normal Saturday night in a pub, in the town where we lived at the time, which was within easy walking distance of our home.

The pub we were in was one of a well known chain of Irish pubs. We always liked the atmosphere there, and used it quite frequently.

This evening was the same as usual, until a youngster who was playing a fruit machine close by, engaged my wife and myself in conversation whilst placing his pint glass on our table to enable him to play the machine with both hands.

The youngster introduced himself as Keith; we told him our names, and chatted away together whilst he played.

He seemed really wound-up; this it turned out being because he’d won the lottery that day. The win was only a few hundred pounds, but I suppose, like most people, he was thrilled to have won something!

The conversation spread to loads of other topics, during which my wife asked him if he was courting? He was a bit embarrassed by this and said that he wasn’t. It later came out that he was embarrassed because he actually had never had a girlfriend, and therefore was still a virgin. As he was 18, this surprised my wife and myself slightly, and as the topic went on a bit he seemed more and more embarrassed.

My wife assured him that a good looking young man like himself wouldn’t have a problem for very long finding a girlfriend. He seemed placated somewhat by her reassurance, and blushed a lot as the topic continued.

When he went to the bar for another drink, I suggested to my wife that she show him a little more than the amount of leg that she was showing up to then. She told me to shut up, that as Keith was so shy, he might not like looking up her skirt. I told her, ” Don’t be so fucking soft, when he sees up your skirt he’ll probably come in his pants.”

She then said ” Do you think so? I don’t want to corrupt anyone.” I told her I disagreed , and that it would be the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him; and to try it out to see how he reacted.

She wasn’t sure at first, but I kept on at her by saying ” When is the last time you saw a 18 year old cock? Be honest you’d be at least as excited as him if you saw you’d made him go hard.” I kept on in the same vein, describing what his cock would probably be like, how hard it would be, how excited she would be making him, and even more, what if she would be the one to enable him to “lose his cherry”.

She said ” Oh I couldn’t do that! He’s too young!”

I replied ” He’s 18 for God’s sake! We’d both lost ours before then. Think of it; a 18 year old rampant cock entering your pussy. He’d try and shag your arse off!”

Even though she was resisting the idea, I think I know her better than she’s willing to admit. She thought a while, smiled, and said “Really? You think we should?”

” Fucking right! ” Was my only comment.

We were sitting in a booth, which was blocked from anyone seeing into it by the fruit machine Keith had been playing; so before he returned, my wife undid the lower buttons on her button-through dress, allowing a nice view up her legs and just showing the lower edge of her panties. She also undid a few of the upper buttons, leaving a lovely cleavage exposed.

Keith came back from the bar, and visibly gulped when he saw my wife. His eyes were popping out of his head as he took in the view presented to him. He took a big swig of his drink and had to force his eyes away when my wife asked him “Everything all right Keith?”

He spluttered a bit and replied “Fine; excellent actually.” The truth of his reply was immediately borne out by the fact that he had an obvious erection pressing against the front of his trousers.

He now couldn’t take his eyes away from my wife’s bulging cleavage and view of her semi see through panties. My wife now was in her own kind of heaven; a youngster obviously excited, looking at her enjoying herself in turn, exposing herself to him in a public place( an obvious turn on), but unseen by anyone else.

She now began to relish the situation and kept up the dialogue she’d been having with Keith previously, praising his looks and telling him how easy it would be for him to lose his virginity, with the right person( hint, hint).

While she was talking like this she was gently moving her fingers over her right breast, her fingers stroking up and down her cleavage, gently coaxing her dress wider and wider open at the top, until her nipple was nearly exposed. At the same time she had opened her legs wider so that her pants were in plain view of Keith. All this time she was also openly studying the erection directly in front of her, licking her lips as she was talking.

I found this situation really horny. Two people so turned on, in public, with no one around them aware. I was sitting by the side of my wife, rubbing the length of my penis through my jeans, enjoying every moment.

Keith karaman escort had now placed one hand in his pocket to hide his erection. My wife told him “Don’t hide that, I was enjoying looking at your cock, it looks nice and hard, and long.” He was a bit confused now, I think. He was embarrassed by the fact that my wife could see his erection, but then presumably pleased by her telling him that she was enjoying the sight.

He slowly removed his hand from his pocket, enabling the view of his bulging trousers once more. My wife then asked him to move a little closer to her, and when he did so, reached out and gently squeezed his throbbing cock through his trousers, and ran her nails down its length, visibly impressed by its hardness.

She said “Your cock feels lovely, but it must be awfully constricted in there. Why don’t you go to the loo and remove your underpants to give it more room. You can hide it on the way back with your hand in your pocket.”

He looked shocked at the suggestion, and reluctant , but she pushed him gently away, saying “Go on, do it, I want to feel it better.” He turned and went off to do her bidding, hands tightly in his pockets in case anyone should see.

My wife and I talked about what had taken place so far, and she asked me “Well, what do you think? Go for it?”

” Absolutely, look at him, he’s wound up like a spring.”

A few moments later Keith returned, hands firmly in his pockets, only removing one when he took a large swallow of his drink as he stood in front of my wife. When he once again was greeted by my wife’s overflowing tits, and full view of the front of her panties, he took his other hand out of his pocket to reveal a lovely long erection pressing firmly against his thin summer trousers.

My wife licked her lips in anticipation, I think, and reached out to Keith to bring him nearer, where she could then rub slowly up and down his cock through his trousers, whilst complimenting him on the size and hardness of his erection.

Keith must have thought he’d died and gone to heaven. Standing in a pub; people all around; someone who he’d never met before in his life, wanking him through his trousers. Bliss.

My wife then gave him what must have been the biggest shock in his life. She looked him in the eye and slowly pulled down his zip, allowing his cock to immediately spring free. I think he almost died. He gave a frantic look around, but we were in an almost unbelievable position, where nothing could be seen by anyone else.

My wife wrapped her hand firmly around his shaft and wanked him slowly, telling him what a lovely cock he had, and that she’d love him to fuck her.

“Would you like that Keith? Would you like to fuck me?”

There was no time for an answer. His eyes went back in his head and he started to come. My wife had sensed it coming, and kept pulling his cock, but leaned it towards the side panel of our booth, where he came in a really huge torrent. Spurt after spurt; a fountain of spunk splashing against the side wall in a great stream. He almost collapsed, his knees were obviously weak with excitement.

Another shock was to follow for him when my wife put her mouth over his knob end and sucked him dry; licking any remnants of spunk from him, then complimenting him on his lovely eruption.

She gave his cock a last slow pull, then gently folded it back into his trousers, zipping him up, and saying ” Time for a drink I think.”

I took the hint this time and went to the bar to get drinks for us all. When I got back, Keith was sitting in my place next to my wife, a huge grin on his face. My wife asked me if I would mind remaining standing in the same spot Keith had previously stood. I had a good idea of what was to follow, so agreed readily, trying to make sure that I totally blocked the view of the sitting couple from anyone behind me.

When she then felt reassured of privacy, she asked Keith if he would like to feel her tits, and not waiting for an answer, placed his hand up to her cleavage and encouraged him to open the rest of the buttons at the top of her dress, enabling him complete access to both her tits.

At first Keith was slightly panic stricken. With what had already taken place just about blowing his mind, he kept looking around, I think not believing what was happening, also not believing his luck. It must have seemed like all his Christmases happening at once. From never having had a girlfriend, to being wanked off in public by a stranger, to having his hands on a gorgeous pair of tits, again in public, being coaxed all the time by my wife in the way he should move his hand, slowly caressing her breasts to their mutual satisfaction.

She talked to him all the time he was squeezing her breast; complimenting him on his actions; suggesting when he should gently roll her nipple between his fingers; all of this having an obvious effect on my wife, her breathing becoming heavier, an occasional gasp of pleasure escaping her lips.

After a while of this, my wife kars escort said to him “Put your hand down between my legs and feel my pussy.” He was beside himself now. This was all new ground to him. He lowered his hand and gently placed it on the front of her pants, where she immediately started up a running commentary on what he was doing, what she wanted him to do, and what effect it was having on her. ” Rub your hand gently up and down the front of my pants. Feel how wet you’ve made me? You’ve done that to me; you’ve made my cunt soaking wet. Rub harder. You’ve made me soaking wet. It feels lovely. Does it feel nice to you?”

Keith could only nod his head. He seemed to be struck dumb. All the while he was rubbing my wife’s pussy, she had managed to slip her hand under his and was squeezing his erection through his trousers. He hadn’t lost his erection from earlier, a sign of his youth and also his enjoyment.

In a way I was jealous of him. I was wishing that I’d had someone introduce me to the world of sex in such a fabulous manner as he was now experiencing. An older, totally experienced woman with no inhibitions, leading him forward, showing and telling him exactly what to do to give both of them maximum enjoyment. Lucky Keith!

My wife now had soaking wet panties, which she decided had served their purpose long enough. She lifted her bottom up and slid them off, enabling Keith his first touch of a woman’s soaking wet pussy. She slumped down on the seat, and described every motion for Keith to follow.

She whispered for him to run one, then two fingers up and down the centre of her pussy, spreading the wetness all around her outer lips, then slowly put his finger inside her, describing to him what it felt like for her, encouraging him on and on until he was fingering her with abandonment, with two fingers plunging in and out of her soaking wet cunt. At the same time she was squeezing both her nipples, and then proceeded to have an orgasm, whilst imploring Keith not to stop fingering her.

The action of her coming was amazing Keith. He’d never seen or experienced such a thing and was entranced by the effect it had on my wife. Her head was lolling back on her seat, her tits fully out in the open, as was her cunt, soaking wet and quivering to Keith’s touch. What a sight!

I think if Keith had his own way he would have tried to fuck my wife right there on the spot. She in turn just looked at him and said ” You’ve got to fuck me now. Do you want to come home with us?”

Keith eagerly replied ” Yes please.”

In one way I was feeling slightly neglected; after all, I was the only one so far who hadn’t had an orgasm. I wasn’t too bothered by this as I knew there was plenty of time for that, plus the fact that I had really enjoyed my wife showing Keith how to please her with his fingers, and showing him the guilty pleasure to be had from being wanked off in a public place. I was observing someone receiving an education in sex so to speak. We decided to continue the action at home, and after my wife tidying up her clothing, left the pub.

After buying a bottle of vodka and some tonic water at a late night express supermarket at the end of the street, we commenced the walk homewards. This in itself was highly enjoyable. We regularly used this route home; it consisted of a section of underpass, connected to two narrow lanes, overgrown with trees and large bushes, lit from above by street lights, but with some sections of lights not working. It was more or less the norm for my wife and myself to partially undress her, and sometimes me also, whilst walking home, and indulge in mutual exhibitionism and masturbation.

Tonight was no exception to this, except that it was my wife and a stranger doing the same thing; opening each others clothing whilst walking, and caressing and wanking each other, occasionally stopping to enable one or the other of them to have a better feel of the other. This was lovely to watch, and didn’t prevent me from joining Keith in squeezing my wife’s tits or behind whist walking beside her, and allowing my fingers to reach between my wife’s legs from behind to stroke her drenched pussy.

I had also released my now rigid cock from my trousers, and at one time, my wife had a cock in both hands, slowly pulling them as we walked. She was really enjoying the walk home; her dress was totally open and pulled back from her shoulders, just prevented from falling to the floor by her arms. Keith and myself were feeling her body all over, more often than not with four hands squeezing, caressing, or fingering her at the same time. Her cunt juices were running freely down her legs, her nipples were outstanding in the slight draught caused by walking, and she must have had three or four orgasms in transit.

All this time she was talking to Keith, asking how different things felt, making suggestions as to what he should do next, and telling him how much she was enjoying what was happening to her. All part of his tuition I guess.

No one passed us in either kıbrıs escort direction whilst walking, and my wife didn’t need to cover up until we reached our street, which only took about twenty minutes or so. She pulled her dress together, Keith and I put our cocks away and we walked along the street up to our house. We entered, and went into the living room , put on the gas fire and made ourselves comfortable whilst I made us all a drink.

Keith was much more comfortable with things now, and didn’t seem nervous at all. The three of us sat on the settee, with my wife in the middle, and it didn’t take long before we all three were again touching each other , with me leaving most of the action as it were to the other two. This was after all primarily Keith’s night, intended to culminate in him losing his virginity, and gaining as much experience as possible at the same time.

Within about ten to fifteen minutes my wife had removed all of her and Keith’s clothes, and they were both all over each other, she asking him to play with her tits at first, then finger her pussy again, before moving down the settee enough to enable her to put Keith’s cock into her mouth, then licking it along it’s length, and sucking it until he came again, during which she made sure that none of his sperm escaped her mouth as she wanted to show him how it could be done by someone who enjoyed doing so.

This was a wonderful sight to behold. A young man, totally inexperienced, now having the time of his life with an experienced older woman. He had a really long, slender but totally rigid cock, and I think this was the most he’d ever used it in one evening; the other occasions being masturbation sessions.

My wife now told him that she thought it was time to go upstairs and get really comfortable, before leading him by the hand up the stairs while I made us some more drinks.

The three of us reclined on the bed, sampling the drinks I’d made, and each other at the same time. My wife lay between Keith and myself and was stroked, caressed, licked, sucked and fingered by us both to her obvious delight. Her pussy was drenched in her juices, her nipples engorged, her whole body almost throbbing in delight.

Keith, having already come twice, was showing no signs of flagging. His cock was still rock hard, being stroked gently by my wife in between his movements around the bed, whilst he was squeezing, fingering or licking various parts of my wife’s body. He particularly liked it when my wife coaxed him into licking her pussy. He had never experienced this delight, and took to it like a duck to water. I swear I thought he was never going to come up for air. He licked and fingered her at the same time, just as she was describing to him how to please her best. When she came explosively over his face, he looked as if he’d just been awarded a prize for pussy licking, a smile of pride lighting up his face.

After my wife had caught her breath for a moment, she told him “I want you to fuck me now,” and coaxed him to lie over her , and guided his cock with one hand until I could see him pressing forward and pushing his cock into her wet cunt. His face was a picture, he was experiencing something that I would struggle to remember. The feeling of your cock slipping into a soaking wet pussy for the very first time.

My wife told him ” You can fuck me as fast as you like now. It’s your first time. Go for it. Don’t worry, you won’t hurt me. You have all night to take your time. For now, just fuck me; hard and fast.”

This he did, to say the least. He plunged into her vigorously, ramming his cock in as hard and fast as he could. My wife tried to keep him from withdrawing too far in case he hurt himself, but otherwise lay back and let this inexperienced seventeen year old fuck her for all his worth. As he had already come twice, he wasn’t going to come immediately, so he went on at breakneck speed for some minutes, my wife clinging on to him, in obvious bliss, until he threw back his head and had an obvious orgasm, making quite a noise, I must say.

After he and my wife had calmed down a bit , she stroking his shoulder and kissing his neck and mouth, whilst reassuring him that everything was fine, asking him did he enjoy, and being assured by him that yes, everything was fantastic.

The rest of the night passed as a tutorial of lovemaking, with my wife and Keith fucking again at a much slower pace, she telling him how to give her maximum enjoyment, when and where to touch and caress her.

At other times I took my rightful place inside my wife’s pussy, fucking her in our usual manner, albeit with more excitement because of our visitor, who at times had his still hard cock in my wife’s mouth, she sucking and licking him whist being fucked by me.

The night passed, and dawn found the three of us sleeping, entwined with each other, tired out. Even Keith, who had come at least six or seven times in all throughout the evening.

When we had all woken up, much later in the day, I left my wife and Keith to have a last sex session, while I went to make something for us all to eat. They came downstairs a while later, both beaming, especially Keith who wanted to thank us both for the previous evening. We told him that there was no need for thanks, as we had all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves, with no harm done to anyone.

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I was kind of afraid to go over to Sandy’s house the next day but put my game face on and found Sandy on her back porch. She saw me and smiled. I hope I didn’t push you too much last night but want to tell you I had a great time.

Yes at first I was ashamed of myself but the more I thought about it the more I am glad we did what we did and said what we said. I need to get out of my shell, kind of like that first time you rode your bike for the first time but need a shove first.

Hey Jan I need your advice on my closet. It is a huge walk in and the design doesn’t fit my needs, I admit I am addicted to shoes and don’t have as many long dresses that the owner before us did.

We went upstairs and her closet was huge. I looked through her closet at what she owned and she only filled up 60 percent of it. It is strange that the middle of this side is so bare but I guess you need plenty of room to walk. I think if you got rid of these two sections for hanging clothes and put floor to say 6 feet up of little openings just for shoes. I bet you could put at least 60 pairs there.

Sandy what is this latch for? You know I wondered about that myself. I went up and tried to turn it then went the other direction and it opened a door. I opened it all the way and it was a two way mirror. Oh My God you have a two way mirror. Sandy laughed, I’ll be damn. You could watch someone doing it in the bedroom from here. Who ever owned this place before was very naughty. Funny the Realtor didn’t mention this feature as she laughed.

We went back outside and grabbed a bottle of wine. I think we were getting into a habit but I liked it. Jim comes home tonight and will be back for a week. You ought to come over tonight for dinner. Sure, what do you want me to bring? A salad would be great.

That night Jim gave me a big welcome hug and we had a good evening. I was a little worried that Sandy might spill the beans on our conversation. Jim went inside to get a beer and I ask Sandy not to mention are talk or the fact that we showed each other our pussies. She grinned and then sure Hun, it is our secret.

We both did our normal work week and I couldn’t get out of my mind our talk. At work I started looking at guys and wondering what there cocks looked like? What would it be like to suck on them?

Friday after work I went over and Jim was out golfing so Sandy and I set on the porch and yes drank wine.

Sandy suddenly said I have to speak my mind, you know me. I was thinking about our discovery of the magic mirror and got a crazy idea. Why don’t you hide in the closet an watch me suck on Jim’s cock. You can see my technique. Instead of just talking about it you can watch how I do it. Plus it would be a HUGE turn on for me knowing you are watching. We won’t let Jim know so it is our secret.

I was in lust shock!! Like the comic, devil on my shoulder shouting in my ear, do it girl. Do you want to go through your life being a boring hum drum vanilla sexless until you die girl or do you want to explore and make sex fun and exciting. Just imagine watching Sandy suck and lick that cock and watching Jim explode. You know you are getting horny ordu escort just thinking about it…Then the other shoulder was the shame of even thinking about doing it. Watching two people have sex and even worse Jim not even knowing. How wrong is that, you will go to hell for such wickedness thought.

Tell you what Jan, think about it, you don’t have to tell me until you are ready. You will still be my best friend no matter what your decision is. Although you would be and even better friend if you did it as she laughed in jest.

This was a truly hard decision for me. I osculated back and forth for the next two weeks. I would have to admit that I was horny those two weeks because of thinking about it. I for the most part am not a horny person I think because I have been so inactive for so long. To relieve my horny feeling while masturbating I just couldn’t get the idea out of my mind and thinking about watching just brought me to orgasm fast and at that moment I made the decision to go through with it.

Friday night on our normal wine night I blurted out before I chickened out, I want to watch you and Jim have sex! Sandy grin was huge and she said what about Sunday.

No I am not sure if I am ready that quickly. Sorry Jan you said yes it is my duty to push you forward, damn Im getting horny already. This will be harder than waiting for Christmas as a kid. Jan smiled and said, I admit I am both a little scared and excited at the same time. It is a good thing I am not working because my mind will be only on one thing.

It was a very long day and a half and I was nervous. The closet had two doors to it, one from the master bedroom and one from the bathroom. They each had locks so Sandy had locked the one from the bathroom.

Sandy walked her into the closet. In front of the mirror was a comfy looking chair with a couple of different shaped dildos and a vibrator. Sandy was grinning ear to ear. I know this is out of your wheelhouse but think of it as a favor for me. Knowing you are watching is making me really hot and horny. I can’t wait to perform for you. Isn’t it hot thinking that Jim has no clue you are watching? I wish I could watch you masturbating to us, maybe another time as she winked and walked out.

Jan slowly stripped off her clothing off leaving her panties on, don’t know why just seemed right.

Jan was both nervous and excited. She couldn’t believe Sandy talked her into this. Sandy just had a way with bringing out the hidden desires in her. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this. She set in the chair and it had a soft arm on it that she found she could put one leg over it leaving easy access between her legs. She touched between her legs feeling her pussy through her panties. She was already damp.

Just then Sandy came in pulling Jim by his hand. They stopped right in front of the mirror and Sandy slowly unbuttoned Jim’s shirt and pulled it off taking time to lick and suck each of his nipples. Jim started to reach for her clothing and she slapped his hand telling him to obey and be a good boy. Jim just grinned. Sandy then did a slow strip tease removing her clothing. I could osmaniye escort only see her from behind but the anticipation was getting me worked up. I proceeded to take my panties for better access.

I couldn’t believe how wet I was. Sandy only had her panties on as she had Jim stand up and she pulled his pants off. She then turned him so I could see better now. Getting down on her knees she slowly pulled down his underwear as his now at attention cock sprang up at full mass. She was right by her description his cock was larger than I have had but not too large. She slowly licked the tip that had pre cum on its tip. She pulled slowly away with a thin sting of it. I knew she was doing this for me. I started to rub my pussy slowly both inside and out on the clit. I wanted to make it last because right now I probably could cum in 30 seconds if I continued.

She slowly pulled her panties off and she was already wet, I could see her lips were spreading in excitement. Her breast were bigger than mine but I could see her nipples were hard and erect. She made Jim lay down on the bed with his head toward me as she slowly lowered her now wet pussy onto Jim’s face. I could see her full front as she reached up and pinched her own nipples and she winked at me. She then closed her eyes as Jim was lapping at her pussy with his tongue and Sandy was slowly rocking back and forth across his face.

I had never watched another woman before and it was exciting. Knowing that she knew I was watching added to the excitement. Also knowing she knew I was masturbating to her also added a heighten pleasure as I reached over, picked up the dildo and slowly slide it into my dripping wet pussy. Damn it felt good.

Sandy had told me she always had orgasms easily as she started sliding her pussy wildly across Jim’s face. Sandy became very vocal telling Jim she was going to cum. Her boobs were bounding all over, watching her body convulsing as she exploded with a huge orgasm was all I could take. I had wanted to save my own orgasm but it was just too much to handle as I arched my ass up plunging the dildo in and out fucking myself and fingering my clit at the same time I also exploded drenching my hand as I had whole body jerks. I came in wave after wave never having orgasmed like this in my life.

Coming down off of my high a little disappointing that I couldn’t have lasted longer. Sandy looked right at me and licked her lips in a very sensual way like she knew what I had just done. She climbed off of Jim’s face that was soaked with her cum. He went to wipe it off and she told him to leave it.

She then placed Jim on the bed sideways as she climbed on the bed between his legs. I had a great view as she proceeded to slowly start sucking and licking his cock. I watched intently her technique. Like I had told her before I had never sucked cock and was very interested. To my surprise I felt a growing excitement between my legs. I had never had more than one orgasm in a sex masturbation session in my life. It was always about pleasing my husband not me.

I slowly started playing with my folds and clit again bring life sinop escort to my pleasure. Watching Jan suck his cock was very hot. It made me want to run into the bedroom and impale my cunt onto his hardness. Thinking about his cock ramming in and out of my pussy was so wrong. This was Sandy’s husband and that thought made it all the more exciting. Sandy was taking all of his cock in her mouth. I don’t know how she could do it and not gag. At the same time it made it even hotter. She would pull all the way off and do magic with her tongue. My eyes traveled to Jim’s face and he almost looked in agony but I knew it was pleasure.

Then I saw Jim arching his hips off the bed and Jan was pumping his dripping hard cock with her hand at the same time sliding his cock in and out of her mouth as he started to cum I could see spurt after spurt of hot cum as Jan took it into her mouth but instead of swallowing it she let it drip and run out of her mouth as I watched it run down the length of his cock.

It was too much for me to handle as I had pulled out the vibrator ramming it over my click. The roughness was unlike me but it just seemed right as another huge wave after wave of orgasm, like a title wave hit my body. I did everything in my control not to scream out afraid that they would hear me. I had closed my eyes and when I opened them Jan was rubbing Jim’s cock all over her pussy. It now was limp but still disappeared inside her. Jan rubbed both of their cum all over her dripping pussy then she made Jim just like before lay down as she planted her pussy on his face again.

She then mouthed Watch This as she started sliding her cum soaked pussy, making Jim taste their mingled cum. Jim didn’t seem to care as she starred right at me sliding back and forth increasing her speed until she again screamed I am cumming as another orgasm racked her body.

I was both smiling and a little ashamed at what just happened. It didn’t seem right what I just did, watching a couple have hot sex without the knowledge of her partner. Hell just watching another couple having such intimate oral sex like this. Actually the act of oral sex at all was a little disgusting, taboo and exciting at the same time. I felt guilty and invigorated at the same time. How can I even look Sandy or even more Jim in the face.

I started dressing, did not put my panties on because they were soaked. Jim had gone to the shower as Sandy walked in. I know I turned very red. I started to apologize as Sandy put a finger over my lips. I could smell her on her finger.

Before you say anything just listen. I would imagine you are feeling guilty right now. Don’t be. Oh My God that was incredible. I was so turned on knowing you were watching. I almost came the first time my pussy was touched by Jim’s mouth. I almost orgasmed just giving him a blow job knowing you were watching and masturbating yourself. You did masturbate didn’t you?

I blushed, yes twice, a record.

Good, as to you feeling like you were cheating on Jim by watching without his knowledge, well two things. One, that is part of what made it such a turn on. Not only you watching me grind my pussy into his face, twice but me sucking his cock in front of you was so hot. Second, when I eventually tell Jim he will explode with excitement. Trust me he will be so turned on by it not offended.

I am so glad you entertained yourself on our behalf. I can’t wait until the next show.

Next Show?

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My Boyfriend likes to expose me

or perhaps it should be called

The exhibitionist in denial

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All characters involved in any sexual activities in this story were over 18 when the events took place.

Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts. They will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.

Part 22 — Ryan finds more ways to expose me

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Photographs and Videos

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Do you remember me telling you about the naked photographs of me that Ryan put up on the walls when my in-laws visited? Well he’s gone one stage further. He found these digital photo frames on e-bay and bought 3 of them. He put 2 of them up on walls at home and he’s taken one to work to put on his desk. If it wasn’t bad enough that he’s got pictures of me naked and doing all sorts of ‘personal’ things on his desk for everyone to see, these damn photo frames play videos as well. So yes, his work colleagues are watching videos of me on my Sybian and Dildo Bike and all sorts of other embarrassing situations. I was dreading going on his next works night out.

Ryan has also told me that he’s posted photos and videos of me on some web sites as well. He’s told me the names of the sites but I haven’t looked for them yet; except for one, he picked a video of me having a very loud and active orgasm(s) and sent it to some web site something to do with 1000 orgasms or something. Apart from being a bit embarrassed looking at it (even though Ryan was the only one with me at the time). I thought that it was quite good. I hope that other people that watch it enjoy it as well.

The gym

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This is the highlight of my week. Well, it is if it’s a planned visit and I’ve got myself (or Ryan has) all worked-up. I love going when Ryan has got me all worked-up and he comes with me and I can leave the house naked and walk through the gym car park naked.

I’ve started getting a bit more daring sometimes. Five times now I’ve managed to book an afternoon of flexi-time leave the day before and driven to work with one of my vibes in. I’ve then spent the morning letting the vibe get me so worked-up that one morning I got a bollocking for not concentrating enough in a meeting.

When the time to leave finally arrives I rush down to my car and strip naked before driving to the gym. As soon as I get there I jump out of the car, stretch my arms and legs and slowly walk into the gym. I’ve even started parking as far from the gym door as I can so that I’m outside, in public, totally naked for longer. I’m also considering parking in the supermarket car park down the road but I haven’t found the courage to do that yet.

Twice, I’ve waited near my car until some men have walked by then walked right passed them totally naked except for my car keys in my hand. I love the comments that they come out with, and when some of them get their phones out and take some photos or video me.

One time 3 men started asking me questions about why I was naked and where I was going. I just stood in front of them and answered their questions. One of them asked if he could take some selfies with his arm round me. That progressed to me being held up in the air with my legs spread wide while one of them took some photos. They did that 3 times so that they all got a photo of me.

I wondered if those photos of me would end-up on the wall in the canteen at their workplace.

The gym sessions are always totally amazing and I loose count of the number of times that I cum.

One time when I knew in advance that I was going to the gym the next afternoon, Jenny (Ryan’s brother’s girlfriend) asked if I could pick her up at the university on the way. I drove from work, right through town then the university campus and then back through town; stark naked. When I got to where Jenny was and she opened the car door and saw me, she stripped off before getting in the car; much to the delight of a couple of male students who were walking passed. She told me that it was really making her horny being naked where anyone could see her. I think I disappointed her a bit when I told her that most people only see what they are expecting to see.

Jenny really loved walking from the car to the gym naked and we had a great time teasing the men with our naked bodies.

Another time when Ryan and I went there on a Sunday morning I was quite surprised to see Karen (Ryan’s work colleague) and Emma (her partner) there. Even though they are lovers they still love teasing men by flashing their goodies (and mine). When I talked to Karen she told me that Ryan had kept talking about the place and she’d decided to come along and see the place for herself. She hadn’t told Emma about the free membership for girls if they get naked and Emma had had quite a shock when Darren had told them about free membership if they worked-out naked. Of course Emma immediately perked-up. They were kırşehir escort in the middle of fucking themselves on the special exercise bikes when I walked in.

As we masturbated in the sauna Karen reminded me of the time when Emma used me as a live dummy for some medical people who made plaster casts for each of my arms and legs then wheeled me around town in a wheel chair letting anyone who looked see my naked chest and pussy. Probably because I was high on the sex adrenaline when she reminded me, I stupidly said that I’d love to do that again. I even told her that I still had the plaster casts.

Later that night I remembered what I’d said and hoped that Karen and Emma wouldn’t be able to borrow a wheelchair.

Those young twins frequently seem to be at the gym. I’ve bumped into them quite a few time and they’ve asked me if I’d pick them up from their home one day during the school holidays. They too want to leave home naked, have a great work out and return home still naked.

Ryan thinks that it’s a great idea and even thinks that we should invite them to our home more often. He also said that it would be great if he could go on holiday with 3 girls who could easily get away with being naked all the time. If I didn’t know that he loves me so much I’d swear that he just wanted to perv on their young bodies. We’ll have to see how things go but it would be nice for me to not be the centre of attention at times.

Motor Racing

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Earlier this year Ryan got it into his head that he wanted to go to the F1 British Grand Prix at Silverstone. When Ryan said that he’d booked the tickets I assumed that it was him and Tom going. Around the middle of June he asked me if I’d booked holidays for the Friday before the race and the Monday after. Imagine my shock when he told me that it was him and me that were going and that he’d borrowed all the camping gear that we needed.

I got nervous because the nearest I’d been to camping was when we’d been to Ryan’s Uncle’s mobile home.

Anyway, Ryan told me to not to pack many clothes as it was going to be warm that weekend and very early on the Friday morning we piled everything into the car and set off.

We arrived at the campsite just before 9 am, checked-in, got our wrist bands and went looking for somewhere to pitch the tent. Ryan told us that he’d picked the ‘lively’ field rather than the ‘family’ field. I wasn’t sure that it was the right choice; a choice between noisy drunks and screaming kids.

I wasn’t surprised when Ryan picked a space right next to a group of about a dozen young men who were just getting up and all of then looking as if they’d had a good night.

Ryan got the tent out of the car and told me to put it up while he went and got some milk and water. Well, I hadn’t a clue where to start, and what’s more, I wasn’t exactly dressed for bending over to push pegs into the ground. I started to wish that Ryan had got me to wear a vibe on the way down so that I would have been all aroused by the time we’d got there. Then I wouldn’t have minded bending over and letting those young men see down my top and up my skirt. As it was I was just knew that I was about to get VERY embarrassed.

I was right. Even squatting down to open the bag and getting the tent out caused me to get a little audience; and a red face. The micro skirt that I was wearing rode up and each time that I stood up I had to pull it down so that my pussy and butt wasn’t exposed.

It seemed like forever trying to sort out how that damn tent went up. I eventually managed it, but not without lots of comments from the young men. Typical Ryan, he re-appeared just as I was getting close to finishing. When I told him that the young men had had a great view and that I’d got very embarrassed, he just laughed and said that he bet that I’d enjoyed every second.

I thumped his arm and told him that I hadn’t but he wouldn’t believe me.

As soon as we’d unloaded the car Ryan pulled me down onto the sleeping bag and gave me my first fuck in a tent. The problem was that Ryan had left the tent door open and that I forgot that tents are so thin that the young men could hear all my moans. When we emerged, one of them had to go and ask if we’d had a good fuck.

I blushed as Ryan said,

“Yes thanks, she can be a bit noisy at times.”

My arousal factor was quite high but I still wasn’t too happy. Ryan was looking at me and he turned and kissed me and whispered,

“Go and put one of your vibes in lover, and then give me the remote control.”

Being the dutiful girlfriend that I am I went and did as I was told. I was stood there in the tent with my little skirt up round my waist, my legs spread wide and I was just about to push the vibe up inside me when the tent door opened and Ryan stood there holding it open for 3 of the young men to see exactly what I was doing. Ryan looked at me, then at the 3 young men, then back at me, grinned and said,

“Keep malatya escort going;” then after a pause, “There’s a new top and skirt for you to put on in a red bag in the case.”

Then he kept holding the tent door open while I stripped, found the bag and got dressed.

By the time that I was ready the vibe had raised my arousal factor to the point that I was horny and wanted to be seen in the clothes that Ryan had bought me. You see, the top is made of a fine white mesh with a flowery pattern and stops at the bottom of my ribs. I guess that it was intended to be worn with a bra, but as I never wear a bra all of my nipples and areolas were clearly visible. So were my nipple barbells and stirrups.

As for the skirt, it’s less than 10 inches long; the top 3 inches are like a belt and the bottom 6 or 7 inches flare out making me feel like I’m only wearing a belt. I have to wear the skirt very low on my hips otherwise the bottom of my butt cheeks and pussy are exposed all the time.

Ryan’s so good at getting the right sized clothes for me.

As I waked out of the tent I looked at the young men, smiled and said to Ryan,

“Shall we go fuck buddy?”

“I hope that I’m more than that.” Ryan replied.

“Of course you are.” I said as Ryan put his arm round me and we walked out of the field to have a look around the place. We were both amazed at the state of the toilet and shower facilities. I’d expected them to be pretty horrible but they’re amazing; better than I’ve seen in a few hotels. We found a restaurant, a pub, a funfair with a Ferris wheel, and a shop. They even put on what they called a ‘shuttle service’ (tractor and covered trailer with rows of seats down the side and middle) to get you to the race circuit.

We got something to eat then caught the shuttle to the circuit. I’m sure that the man following me climbing up the steps on to the trailer saw my butt and pussy, and he sat opposite me as we rode to the circuit. Ryan had his hand on my knee and he kept pulling my knees apart so that the man could see my pussy.

By that time I had lost all my inhibitions and just let Ryan show my pussy to the man.

We had to rush a bit to be able to see one of the practice sessions. Bloody hell, the noise was deafening, and all I could see was cars flashing passed in front of me. Okay, I could see much more on the ginormous television screens but to be honest, I found it quite boring. When I told Ryan he said that it was the atmosphere that would make it a great weekend. I told him that I’d noticed that everyone seemed to be happy and having fun.

It was then that I looked down the hill that we were sat on and saw a man looking up at us; well up my skirt. My knees had been a little apart because Ryan kept my pussy ‘simmering’ with the remote control, but when I said that I had seen the man looking up Ryan put a hand on the inside of one knee and pulled my knees further apart. As they opened the vibe inside my pussy jumped to full blast. Ryan apologised for neglecting me and squeezed my thigh. I felt happy as I had my first orgasm at Silverstone. My moans and screams covered by the noise of the cars whizzing by.

When the practice session ended we wandered off to look around everything that the circuit offered. The thing was, Ryan hadn’t switched the vibe off and it was purring away slowly inside me, What was worse (or better), I didn’t think to ask him to switch it off when he decided to go back to the campsite when I wanted to have a look at some of the stalls selling clothes.

I was in the middle of buying a Lewis Hamilton T-shirt when the next orgasm hit me. The youngish guy on the stall looked at me funny then came round to the front and put an arm round me.

“Are you all right love? Here, come round the back and have a sit down.”

He guided me round the end of his table into his gazeebo and to a chair and told me to sit. It was a low chair and as I fell back into it my legs went up, so did my little skirt, revealing my bare pubes and stomach to the man.

He stared for a second then turned to pick up a bottle of water for me.

“Here, sit there for a minute or two while I server some of these customers.”

I pushed my skirt down a bit but because my knees were higher than my pussy I’m sure that the people buying souvenir clothes got a great view. The looks that I was getting by some of them confirmed my thoughts and I’m sure that one or two of the customers bought more than they’d originally intended just so that they could look at my ‘bits’ for a bit longer.

After what seemed like ages, my body became less sensitive to the vibe and I started getting back to normal. The man, who had helped me and had kept turning to check on me (or look at my pussy and little tits), asked me if I was feeling better. When I said that I was, he put out his hand to help me stand up.

Thanking him I told him that I still wanted the T-shirt. He turned and picked one up from his table niğde escort and passed it to me. Still feeling very horny I asked him if I could try it on.

“Sure,” he said as he turned back to server another customer.

I guess that he expected me to try it on on top of my top and skirt but I was horny and wanted to get naked; so I did. I watched the man’s customers watch me as I stripped and put the T-shirt on. It was just falling down my body as the man turned to see what his customers were looking at.

“A bit long;” he said, “do you want to try a smaller size?”

The T-shirt hem was longer than quite a few of my skirts so I asked him if I could. He passed me another T-shirt then turned back to serve another customer.

I pulled the first T-shirt off and put the second one on as some of the customers watched me. By the time the man turned back to me the second T-shirt was on me and just covering my pussy.

“This is the one — thank you.” I said.

As the man served another customer I took the T-shirt off and put my top and skirt back on then walked out of the gazebo to the front of the man’s stall and waited to pay the man.

As he was getting my change I thanked him for letting me sit down for a while then turned to walk on. As I walked I smiled at the fact that I’d got naked behind him twice and he hadn’t seen me naked even once.

There were a lot of people waiting for the tractor back to the campsite and the driver said that we could stand on the trailer if we wanted, but to make sure that we held onto the top rail all the time.

Well, it had got a bit windy by then and as the tractor rumbled along the road my skirt was blowing up giving some of the people sat down near me a great view of my butt and pussy. I was losing the battle with the vibe and just as we pulled onto the campsite another orgasm hit me. Someone had to tell me that we’d arrived and that I could get off the trailer.

We’d arranged to meet in the ‘The Petrol Head’ pub and when I got there I found Ryan sat round a table with some of the young men from the tents in front of ours. One of them saw me and stood up to let me sit next to Ryan. He asked me what I wanted to drink and then went to the bar.

As I sat down my skirt blew up and it was my bare butt that sat on the velvety material. Ryan immediately put a hand on my thigh and squeezed it, pulling my knees apart.

“Wow!” I heard from one of the men sat opposite me as my pussy became visible to him; and those either side of him.

“Are you sure that you’re old enough to be in here?” The man opposite me asked; “you only look about 12 or 13.”

“That pussy of yours looks plenty old enough to me.” Another man said.

“Of course I am,” I replied, “I’ve got my passport in the car to prove it if you don’t believe me.”

“Hey, that’s okay honey; you don’t have to prove anything to us; especially with that wet pussy staring us in the face;” said a third man.

“Yeah, it is cute isn’t it?” Ryan said; “and you should see what she can put in it.”

Even though I was feeling very horny, I still blushed at Ryan telling all those men that we put things into my pussy.

“Oh yeah, perhaps she should show us.” I heard one of the men say, but I was looking at Ryan, not sure if I wanted to put on a show or not. It was a good job that I was all sexed up.

The man who was getting me a drink returned and put my drink on the table next to me. As he did so he looked straight at my pussy and I got a bit of a wet rush.

The man stood up straight and moved away and two or three phone camera flashed.

“Okay,” Ryan said, “getting back to rules, do you really think that the FIA will bring back refuelling?”

Most of the men quickly got engrossed in the boring conversation but the man directly opposite me just sat there staring at my pussy. I looked up at him and squeezed my pussy muscles. He smiled and said,

“Nice!”

A bit later when there was a pause in the F1 conversation, Ryan asked me what I’d bought. When I told him he asked me to try it on so that he could see it. I got it out of the bag and started to put it on, on top of my top and skirt but Ryan stopped me and said that I had to take my top and skirt off first.

I looked round and said that it was too public so he asked the young men to stand up and form a wall so that the rest of the pub couldn’t see me. They readily agreed and all stood up. The thing was that they all stood facing me.

“Men!” I said and slowly pealed my top then skirt off.

“I can’t see!” one of the men at the end of the line said so I slowly did a 360 letting them have a good look at me before I put the T-shirt on.

I turned to face Ryan and he slid his hands up my legs and fingered me, saying,

“Shit girl; you’re dripping.”

“That’s your fault.” I replied. “That’s what happens when you leave me and leave the vibe switched on.”

“Fuck TT; sorry, I forgot all about that.”

“Don’t be, I had some very pleasant fun and it’s less embarrassing getting changed in here when I’m like this.”

Ryan grinned and put his hand in his pocket. The next thing that I felt was the vibe ramping up to full speed.

“Fuck Ryan,” I said; “are you trying to make me cum in here, in front of all these guys?”

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After what was an incredible weekend, the week turned out to be a bit of a let down. Mainly because we couldn’t get on the computer and play all night like we had been. Unfortunately I have to work and as such I also have to sleep. Life sucks when work always interferes with play time, but then I guess no work means no pay and no pay means no play.

Mike wasn’t going to be on much during the week for pretty much the same reasons as us. Monday and Tuesday went by so slowly that you would swear each day was a week long. Wednesday morning I received a text message from Ella saying she had some good news and to hurry home after work because she wanted to discuss it with me.

It didn’t take me long to invent all kinds of scenarios in my mind; the scariest being that Mike had decided to come to Australia after all. I was nervous all day and as soon as the clock hit five thirty I was out the door like a rocket. All the way home I had butterflies in my stomach. It dawned on me how much things had changed in the last week or so. Previously such a message would have had me mildly curious at best and I still might have thought about stopping at the pub on the way home. Wednesday was an informal pub night for some of my mates. You either came or you didn’t but more often than not I would. Not tonight. Tonight I broke about ten different laws just to get home that little bit faster.

I screeched to a halt in the driveway and practically ran through the front door. I calmly walked into the kitchen, trying to be nonchalant and failing dismally, where Ella was making a cup of coffee.

“Hi hon. what’s the good news?”

“Hi. Couldn’t wait huh?”

“That obvious am I?”

Ella laughed as she handed me my cup.

“You are so transparent. You’re all excited and scared at the same time. I think it’s cute.”

“Are you planning on telling me or are you going to tease me all night?”

“I don’t know what you’re so stressed about. It’s not that big a deal.”

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”

“Absolutely!” She said with a big grin spreading across her face.

“You are such a bloody tease. Is it about Mike?”

“Yes and no.”

“Oh for gods’ sake will you tell me what’s going on?”

“I have invited Cassie and Steve over for a barbecue tomorrow night.”

“Is that all? I mean it will be good to catch up with them but the way you put it in the message made me think it was something big.”

“Well I was thinking of asking Cassie if she wanted to have a girl’s weekend in the city this weekend. You know see a movie or two, have a few drinks Saturday night and Oh I don’t know maybe go to some clubs… of the adult kind.”

“Oh!”

“What do you think?”

“I would have liked to have gone with you to be honest. But if you feel you will be safe with just you and Cassie then I guess that will be o.k.”

I wasn’t exactly thrilled with the idea and I was worried about their safety so I wasn’t what you would call brimming with enthusiasm. I was feeling on the outer again and I would probably try to talk her out of it over the course of the evening.

Ella must have known I was feeling insecure because all night she doted on me and kept telling me how much she loved me and that I was the only man for her. I guess I’m just a softie at heart, either that or Ella just really knows how to manipulate me, because by the time I was drifting off to sleep I still hadn’t broached the issue with her. Tomorrow I told myself before I drifted off into a very interesting dream about strippers and my wife.

The next morning I woke up to a note from Ella saying she had left early to get the required items for tonight’s barbecue. Ella has never been an early riser in fact it was usually me who dragged her physically from the bed each morning. I got the impression she was avoiding talking to me until I came home tonight. Cassie would already be here and it would be a lot harder for me to say no once Cassie already new of the plans. I wondered how Steve would feel about it. That was when I had my first inkling of an idea.

I wandered off to work as per usual and tried to keep my mind on the job but it was awfully difficult knowing what was coming that night when I got home. I wasn’t sure how much Ella planned on telling Cassie tonight and my plan kind of hinged on her telling Cassie everything and hopefully in front of Steve. If not I think I might have to pull him aside and tell him myself. I wasn’t worried about how Cassie would react; she was up for just about anything and was quite often the life of our parties. I also knew she had a bit of a thing for Ella no matter how much Ella denied it. I was more concerned about how Steve would feel about the girls in the city and clubs without us there to protect them. In fact my plan kind of relied on him being concerned but I didn’t want him to say no outright.

I was almost home before I had the plan worked out in my head. I pulled up in the driveway and saw Cassie and Steve’s car already there. I walked in the front kilis escort door and was immediately assaulted. Cassie leapt at me and hugged me fiercely for a second before kissing me on the cheek. She stood back and I was impressed as always by her nice figure and her amazingly short dresses. They seemed to me to be getting just a little shorter each time I saw her. Not that I was complaining. It did make it hard to concentrate though because she was a real little dynamo and was always flitting from one place to another and her dresses always looked like she was about to show a whole lot more. Steve reached out and shook my hand and smiled at my reaction to Cassie.

“You’ll have to excuse me for a moment.” I said as I headed for the bathroom. “It’s stinking hot out there and I want to have a quick shower and get changed before I start the barbecue.”

“No problem mate, take your time. We’ve just got here.”

“Alright I’ll be out soon.”

I grabbed a pair of shorts, a shirt and a towel on my way into the bathroom. The shower was nice as it washed away the day’s tension and I relaxed into it. I couldn’t help but think of Cassie’s gorgeous legs and her barely contained body. Then I thought of the time I was watching her stare up at Ella’s barely covered ass and pussy the time she had convinced her to dance on the table. There was an unmistakable look of lust on her face and I started to get hard just thinking about it. I thought about having a quick wank while I was in there but then I thought the evening might be a bit more interesting if I didn’t.

I turned off the taps, turned and grabbed the towel off the rack and started drying my hair and face as I stepped out of the shower.

“Mmm Ella was right you do have a nice cock Charlie.”

I nearly fell over as I jumped in fright. I turned to see Cassie sitting on the toilet with her panties just below her knees. She was staring at my cock and had a cheeky smirk on her face.

“You look like your half way to a hard-on Charlie. What were you thinking about?”

Once I got over the shock of seeing her sitting there looking at me I thought why not play along?

“Well actually I was thinking about your legs and thinking about how you want Ella.”

She blushed a little at hearing what she thought was a secret said aloud. She raised one eyebrow as she looked me in the eye gauging my reaction to the news.

“What makes you think I want Ella?”

“Perhaps it’s the way you like to slow dance with her at some parties or maybe it’s the way you stare at her with pure lust in your eyes when you think no one is watching. The clincher though was the way you were practically drooling while you looked up her dress when you convinced her to dance on the table that time.”

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as she relived the memory in her mind. When she opened her eyes again she was back to staring at my cock again. I was starting to get hard again thinking about that night and looking at Cassie’s legs.

She took a handful of paper, parted her legs and patted lightly on her pussy. When she stood up her dress stayed up around her waste and she stood there with her recently shaved or waxed pussy on full display. I couldn’t help but reach down and give my cock a quick squeeze. She was so sexy and I don’t think she would have said no if I walked over and took her right then. I bent over, picked up my clothes and stepped into my shorts. She pulled her panties up as I pulled my shorts up. We were tensely focused on each other. I gave my cock another quick squeeze before stuffing it into my shorts and carefully doing the zip up. She smiled and gave her pussy a bit of a rub through her panties then pulled her dress into place. She walked past me to wash up and I pulled my shirt over my head. I felt another quick squeeze on my cock as she went past me on her way out. I let out an involuntary moan and she gave me a wicked grin as she went out the door.

I was surprised by the incident but glad that it hadn’t gone any further. As it was I had to spend an extra five minutes in the bathroom just trying to get my hard-on to go back down. I eventually joined the others out the back and started the barbecue as Steve got me a cold beer out of the fridge.

Several beers and a nice steak later I was feeling very laid back. It was a beautiful evening with an orange sunset and a nice cool breeze taking the heat out of the day. It was still early in the season so there weren’t too many mosquitoes out yet. We were all very relaxed. Ella looked over to where Cassie and Steve were sitting together on the hammock.

“How would you like a girl’s night out this weekend Cassie?”

“Now that sounds like a great idea. Got anything in mind?”

“Well I have some ideas but I need to run something by you first.”

All of a sudden I was really tense. I was worried this would not go down well. Ella then spent the next half an hour explaining the whole dare situation with Mike. Both Cassie and kırklareli escort Steve were very interested and Cassie demanded to be shown the photos of Mike stating that she refused to believe that any one has a dick like that in the real world. I just laughed as we all made our way to the office and the computer.

Ella opened her file named dares but before she could get to the folder named Mike Steve spotted the thumbnails of her photos.

“Holy shit Ella! Is that you?”

She hurriedly clicked on the Mike file while blushing madly.

“I forgot they were thumbnails.” She mumbled. “Here’s Mike.”

Ella took them through the photos of Mike. Both Steve and Cassie were suitably impressed by the size of Mike’s cock. Inevitably though Steve and Cassie started asking questions about what dares were being done. Ella went through them and told them pretty much everything.

“I really want to see your dares Ella.”

“Well… I guess I can show you some Steve.” Ella said, turning crimson.

We were all crowded around the monitor with Ella sitting in the chair and our guests standing behind her looking over her head. I had already seen them all of course so I was enjoying watching Steve and Cassie’s reactions. After a while I could see Cassie’s nipples start to get hard under her dress and I couldn’t help but think about her squeezing my cock and her bald pussy. I was getting hard again and while Ella was showing them the video of her walking back up the driveway with her tits out I noticed her blushing again. She turned around and looked at Steve.

“You all right there Steve?”

“Huh? Yeah. why?”

“Well your poking me in the arm with your cock and I figure it must be uncomfortable.”

Cassie burst out laughing and it was Steve’s turn to blush.

“I can’t help it. I mean looking at Ella walk around with her tits out would give anyone a hard-on. You look fantastic like that Ella.”

As though he just realized what he had said might offend his wife he looked at her and said.

“Yours are beautiful too babe.”

I laughed.

“Would you like a shovel to dig your self into a deeper hole Steve?”

Cassie pouted and gave him a pretend angry look.

“So you think her tits are nicer than mine do you?”

“No sweety; that’s not it at all.”

I felt sorry for Steve even though I knew Cassie was just teasing him. I thought I might have an idea that will turn this situation on its head.

“I think the only fair thing to do is for us to look at yours as well Cassie and compare.”

Ella was giggling now.

“You wish Charlie.”

“You better believe I do.”

They all laughed at this but then Cassie stood back against the wall and pulled her shoulder straps down her arms and released her breasts. There was a moment of silence as we all stared at her. She had a slight tan that went uninterrupted down to her navel with a light smattering of freckles across her upper chest. She obviously sunbathed naked and she had light brown coloured nipples and aureole that seemed to point up toward the sun they worshipped. They were firm and didn’t sag a bit. Her nipples were very hard and it was awfully tempting to just lean over and suck one into my mouth.

Ella paused momentarily while she soaked in the sight of her best friends breasts. She then stood up next to her, unbuttoned the top two buttons of her summer dress and pulled it down to her waist. She then turned her back to Cassie who automatically reached up and unclasped Ella’s bra. Ella tossed the bra onto the computer desk and turned back to face Steve and myself.

I was rock hard by now and had a teepee in my shorts that was quite uncomfortable. I imagine Steve was feeling pretty uncomfortable in the pants as well. I saw him adjusting a number of times as he stared at Ella’s creamy white tits. Both girls were blushing but it was Cassie who kept things going.

“Well if you’re going to compare, you have to do it properly. Have a feel.”

I heard Ella draw in a sharp breath and she gave Cassie a sideways glance that was full of uncertainty. Her sudden intake of breath came back out as a soft moan as Steve reached up and took one of her nipples between his fingers. I didn’t want to be left out either and though I was watching for Ella’s reaction I ran my hands over Cassie’s firm breasts and felt her hard nipples poking into the palms of my hands. Ella moaned again as she watched me playing with Cassie’s tits.

“Do you like the feel of her tits Steve?” Cassie asked.

“Yes they feel fantastic. They’re nice and firm like yours but they are so pale. They are like milk.”

“Do they taste like milk Steve? Taste them for me.”

Cassie was obviously very turned on by the whole situation and it was apparent Ella had relaxed as she didn’t bat an eye when Steve leaned forward and took one of her nipples in his mouth. She just put her head back and moaned deep in her throat, almost a purr. Ella looked back down at karabük escort me with lust in her eyes.

“Aren’t you going to taste Cassie too? I want to watch you suck her nipples hard like you do to me.”

I certainly didn’t need telling twice. I took one of those delicious upturned nipples into my mouth and sucked hard. Cassie moaned and ran her hands through my hair as I ran my tongue around her nipple then flicked it rapidly with my tongue.

“O.k. Now it’s time to swap.” Ella said.

Steve and I swapped places and went about pleasuring our own wives breasts for a few minutes before Cassie said it was time to swap again. We all looked at each other momentarily confused until Cassie leaned over and sucked Ella’s nipple straight into her mouth. I nearly came on the spot. Steve looked on in awe.

“Oh my god! That is so unbelievably hot.”

I had to agree with him. Ella had a strange look on her face, a mixture of confusion and pure animal lust. As though it felt fantastic but she wasn’t sure that it should. Cassie stood up, looked Ella in the eye and said.

“My turn.”

She put her hand on the back of Ella’s head and gently guided her mouth to her nipple. Ella’s instincts took over and she started sucking and licking like an expert. Cassie shivered and let a moan.

“Oh god yeah, that’s it. Oh you do that so well.”

All of a sudden the phone rang. It was like an alarm clock going off and it was as though we were all waking up from a particularly pleasant dream. I reached for the phone and the girls started to get dressed again with slightly embarrassed looks on their faces.

“Hello?”

“Yes, good evening sir.” Came the reply in an Indian accent. “I am calling today to talk to you about your telephone service provider.”

Unbe-fucking-leivable!

“Do you have any concept of how incredibly bad your timing is?”

“I am terribly sorry sir. Would you like to save money on your long distance calls?”

I bit back the tirade of abuse that was on the tip of my tongue and instead I explained that I was in fact not interested. I put the phone down and looked around at everyone but they were all busy avoiding each others eyes and I knew the moment had passed.

“Who wants another drink?”

“Good idea Steve, I know I could use one.”

I was going to have a hangover tomorrow but I was at the point of not caring.

“So Ella, tell me what this dare involves on the weekend and how does it involve me?”

Cassie was still interested I was pleased to see but Steve had a look on his face that made me realize I was going to have to put my plan into action.

“My dare is to suck a stranger’s cock and I need someone to record it and then talk to Mike about the circumstances surrounding it.”

There was a long pause while this news sunk in.

“Oh, so nothing too difficult then.” Cassie said with a laugh. “Charlie can’t do it because he’s not supposed to know about it, is that right?”

“That’s right. I know this is kind of a weird thing to ask of you but you’re the only person I would trust to do this.”

Steve returned from the next room with the drinks and he had a bit of a scowl on his face.

“I don’t know if I like this.” He said. “It’s not that I don’t trust you two together, although I’m not sure that I should, I am more concerned with the danger of the situation. How do you intend on doing this? If it means picking up a stranger and taking him to a motel room or something like that I will have to say no.”

Cassie gave Steve a look that would make any man take a step back.

“Do you honestly think either of us would do something that stupid? There are other ways to do this.”

I was intrigued that Cassie had obviously thought about this enough to know of other options. Steve looked like he was about to ask her about this too when Ella explained what she had in mind.

“A glory hole.”

“What?” Steve looked a little confused. I wasn’t sure if he didn’t know what a glory hole was or if he was surprised that Ella did.

“I looked up locations of glory holes in the city and once I had found a few I looked into the ones that were in the busiest areas of the city. The benefit being that you don’t have to worry about picking up guys in a bar or somewhere else. Everyone knows why they are there and there are no worries about seeing the person in your normal everyday life. In fact you probably won’t see their face at all and if you don’t want them to they won’t see yours either. I like the idea of the men being at your mercy so they are going to be on their best behavior.”

Steve still didn’t look convinced but he looked as though he was thinking it through. Ella could see his uncertainty.

“I don’t expect Cassie to join in Steve. I’m not asking her to cheat on you. I just want her to be there as a witness to me completing my dare. All I want of her is to film this experience for me and be a support for me, someone to hold my hand if you like. I’m pretty nervous about doing this. It’s not something I would normally do but it is my dare and it’s a part of me I would like to explore a little.”

I could see Steve begin to relax a little. Then a smile crept across his lips.

“I know a way you can do this real safe.”

Ella was onto him straight away and laughed.

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I had been seeing my college girlfriend Jennifer for almost three years when this happened, we met in third period history, and from then on things went great. We had had some fun over the years, and she had learned that I loved to play games. We played all the normal games, strip poker, truth or dare, and so on.

One night Jennifer called me at about eleven PM, and invited me over to her house. Her parents were out for the weekend, and she told me she wanted to have some company. What I didn’t know was that Jennifer had been talking to her friends Lindsay and Christine, and they were pretty interested in some of the games Jennifer and I had played.

When I arrived at Jennifer’s she took me upstairs, and I could see from the look on her face that tonight was going to be a lot of fun. I followed her to the living room and we started making out. As things got a little friskier, I heard some laughter in the background, and there stood Lindsay and Christine. Lindsay said, “Save some for later stud” and all I could do was look at Jennifer with a look of confusion. She started to explain, but before she could get the first words out Lindsay blurted out the whole plan. It seemed that these three girls wanted to play some games, and I was obviously going to be their playboy.

We started things off with a few drinks, as the girls hinted to me the details of their plan. Once we were suitably buzzed, the girls proposed a friendly game of strip poker, but the girls had added a few new rules. First off, the loser of every hand had to strip, in front of the group, but they also had to complete a dare. Secondly, if I lost, the girls got to remove my clothing, but if they lost, it was between them. Lastly, I started with just a shirt, shorts, and boxers, the girls got their shirts, shorts, bras, panties, shoes, and socks. Being just a little drunk and horny, I agreed, and so the game began.

The game started off really well…for them, I couldn’t believe my luck, and right off the bat. I lost by a long shot, and the three girls had a field day deciding who got to take off my gebze escort shirt. Finally, Lindsay won out, and she slowly undid the buttons on my light blue collared shirt. I heard the girls giggle, as my shirt opened revealing my pecks. I wasn’t in great shape, but apparently I was good enough. When Lindsay undid the last button, my six pack caused quite the disturbance amongst the girls, even Jennifer took a second glance, I guess my abs were never really her focus. But it soon became clear that the girls were more interested in what lied still hidden. The girls whispered amongst themselves, as they determined what I would be doing for a dare. But it was quickly decided that they were going save my dares for another time.

The Second hand played out, and I barely scraped by, Lindsay lost, and Jennifer hastily removed her shoes, nothing to get excited about. But I still got to give her a dare. After a lot of thinking I got a nice show as Jennifer, Lindsay, and Christine made out for me. But soon they were back to the game.

The third hand saw me just about out of luck. This time Jennifer got the honors, and took great joy in undoing the fly on my shorts, and as she let them drop, her hands gently rubbed my semi-hard cock. Standing there in my boxers I felt completely exposed. The more time that passed the bigger and harder I got. When I was fully tented, I had no choice but to tuck my hard-on into my waistband. The girls jumped with excitement as the head of my erect cock poked out of my boxers. It was time for another dare, but I was really hoping that this would go in my favor. The girls sent me out of the room, and as they discussed my fate, all I could do was give myself tug as I waited with anticipation. When they finally called me back in I could sense I was in trouble. The girls led me to Jennifer’s bed, where I saw a few ropes, a blind fold, and a pair of scissors. The girls had me lay down face up, and proceeded to tie me up to the four corners of the bed. Before the next hand, my boxers would be up for grabs, leaving me vulnerable to another gümüşhane escort dare on the final hand. The girls asked me questions, and for each one I got wrong, they cut an inch off of my Boxers. As if this wasn’t bad enough, for each correct answer they pulled my boxers down an inch.

The first question was Jennifer’s, What color are my eyes? Well I thought that was an easy one. Blue I said. But Jennifer reached for the scissors, and explained that her eyes were green, but her contacts were blue. She took great joy in cutting off the first inch from the bottom of my boxers. With the next question, my balls were going to be hanging out in plain view. It was Christine’s turn, she asked me what Jennifer’s address was. Well let me tell you I pulled this one out of my ass, but I got it right. Still my boxers were pulled down an inch, or so the girls said, but with one swift pull, my light brown pubes were being tugged at by all of the girls. Lindsay got the next question, and I could tell it wasn’t going to be easy. It came, and all I could say was uhhhhh. She had asked me Jennifer’s breast size. Before I knew it, my balls were hanging out the bottom, of my boxers, and my shaft was almost fully exposed through the top. One question more, and I would be naked either way. It was Jennifer’s turn again, and her birthstone was the final straw. I was naked tied to a bed, and my boxers were in one inch strips on the floor.

With almost all my dignity removed, we went onto the next hand. I laid down my cards, and my pair of threes just barely beat Jennifer’s king high. Just as Christine was undoing Jennifer’s shirt, Lindsay stopped her, and to my dismay she showed us all that Lindsay in fact had a flush, which was what I was soon to become.

Christine the most innocent of us all was standing there in front of me ready to remove my last bit of dignity. My white Hilfiger boxers didn’t hide much, but they were all I had. Christine took great pleasure in pacing around me, running her fingers around my waistband, and slowly running her fingers over izmir escort the head of my exposed cock. She finally stopped behind me, and put her index fingers down the front of my boxers. She slowly pulled the waistband forward, as she sheepishly took a quick peek at the rest of my cock. She finally gave in to the hoots and hollers of Jennifer and Lindsay. She lowered my boxers to the point where my cock fell forward, but my balls were held in by my waistband. Lindsay who had been slowly moving around behind me quickly ripped off my boxers, leaving me completely naked in front of these three gorgeous girls.

I thought this was the end, but little did I know, but the night was just beginning. After a few minutes, I went to retrieve my boxers, and start getting dressed. But the girls had different ideas. Jennifer walked over and quickly stopped me dead in my tracks, she grabbed my still hard cock, and after taking back my boxers, she led me to the backyard. The girls had decided that it was time for me to spend some time in the pool. Jennifer ordered me in, and had me lie on my back just under the water. The girls wanted to see if my cock would float, and they weren’t disappointed. The more time I spent in the water the smaller I got, my erection was wearing off, and shrinkage was setting in. Christine was the first to notice, and decided that this just couldn’t be. I was again ordered around, and the girls decided that it was time for a little snack. As the girls poured themselves some more to drink, I made them all a snack. Jennifer wanted hot dogs, so this is what they got. As brought over the tray of hot dogs, I could see Lindsay wanted one in particular. I was called over to her, and she dropped the hot dog out of the bun, replacing it with my “hotdog”. She covered me in mustard and ketchup and topped me off with some relish. Nothing stayed there long as Lindsay began to lick and suck me clean. Jennifer and Christine made sure to get their turns as well.

Lindsay decided it was time to end our little night. She grabbed a hold of my cock and started to rub me out, trust me, she didn’t need to do much, but as she stroked up and down, Jennifer and Christine took turns rubbing up against my tight ass. As I came Lindsay sent my cum shooting through the air and all over my clothes. She sent me outside and forced me to walk home…but that is a different story.

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