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I seem to have an affliction that causes me to enjoy seeing the love of my life been taken in the biblical sense. No not just taken, but taken with the full blessing of myself, my other half and I may add, absolutely enjoyed by all.

I later found that the chaise was also a major part of the game. Many of my Partners, (and there have been a few), were very suspicious when they first learned of my fetish.

They thought that I was looking too sow my own wild oats, and that by allowing them to indulge, I was opening the way for myself to stray. A few were scared off, but most jumped in at the deep end.

There were some that only indulged now and again and liked it all to happen spontaneously, while others were true hunters and went out for a night on the town with one thing in mind. Some had me by their side while others preferred to go out alone, and would come home with a pussy full of the proof.

I still found this erotic, but it wasn’t the same as watching it all take place. These women did allow me to watch as a stranger, (as much as possible), depending on the circumstances.

A couple of times I ven managed to join in a gang bang without the other men knowing that the person who was their play thing, was actually my partner. Most though, preferred that I be present.

There were even a few occasions that things got out of control, and we had to beat a hasty retreat leaving our dignity and clothing behind. One of these was when the huntress became the hunted, and we both were lucky to escape with our lives. 99% of the time things went well, and trust me, we learned from our mistakes.

Spanning all of the above groups, I can honestly say that the majority of them thought they were in cock heaven when they realized the truth, and par-took of what I was offering. The chance to find out how far they could push the pleasure envelope. As I said, my partner’s pleasure was paramount.

I found out that I had this fetish many years ago when as a teenager, I arrived unexpectedly at a beach party that my girlfriend and I were to attend. I had a last minute family commitment that had gone much more smoothly then any of us had expected and instead of being away overnight, I arrived at the party, very late, but early enough that the party was still in full swing.

Things that I witnessed on that warm and salty night have changed my life from that moment onwards.

Hang on I am getting a little ahead of myself. I had better start at the beginning and give you a brief overview of my life to help you understand me as a person, and generally what makes me tick.

My mother was hitch hiking in the backwaters of the British country side, when she was raped by a lorry driver and having fallen pregnant, she was sent to Australia to give birth to a baby boy, me.

I was put up for adoption and grew up in a loving and caring environment.

I had been with a number of girls, all slightly older then myself, but it wasn’t until I met Angela that I realized that I was a bit different from my friends.

You see they were quite possessive of there girlfriends. Yes I do admit that I was jealous when my girl, Angela, (not her real name), flirted with some of my friends, but it was more of a mental fear of rejection then jealousy of a sexual nature.

Angela was three years older then myself. She had turned 21yrs old three weeks previously. Her long shapely legs started at her ankles and rose to her arse, where they blossomed into the most curvaceous buttocks.

Her pussy was bald all the way up to her pubic bone where she had a small landing strip. We had often joked that this was my moustache. Her inner lips were small and only just protruded past her outer lips, which seemed to be puffy and red all the time.

I was sure that any time I touched the entrance to her vagina, she was wet. Her explanation for this was that she was constantly horny. Her breasts were a good firm handful. Small by some standards, but her nipples were extremely sensitive and I was able to make her come just by playing with her tits.

Angela didn’t need to wear a bra and I could always tell when the fabric of her clothing had rubbed her nipples till she was close to orgasm. She would thrust her chest forward and sway her shoulders when she walked.

Noticing this had me on the go most of the time as well. We would be shopping, or walking down the street when I would see the tell tale movements.

This led to us making love in numerous public kütahya escort locations. Public toilets, changing rooms, in the car at a car park, and even down behind the dumpster at the local fish and chip shop.

She was always in the mood. We had been caught by passers by on many occasions and it always seemed to excite the both of us even more. These people would hear us and sometimes they would even see us.

Once or twice males had actually stopped and watched, but up till now nobody had tried to join us. I believe that we were both called exhibitionists, but I didn’t realize we were in fact much more then simple exhibitionists.

The truth came to the foreground when we were preparing to go to a beach party that was to start about 9.00-9.30 at the local bluff. It was 7.30 in the evening and we were going to go to the pub first.

Being summer, Angela was wearing a double layer cheesecloth dress that provided ample airflow as well as a good view. If the light was at the right angle, the material was quite see through.

As we dressed I marveled at the way her nipples were already poking forward and up. Knowing that I was watching, Angela slowly slid her brief panties up her legs and pulled them tight against her pussy. Her camel toe was quite visible and a spot of moisture formed on her knickers between her lips immediately.

I was just about to take a taste when the phone rang. It was my parents. They had rung to say that my sister was in need of assistance. She was moving back to the coast from Brisbane and needed my help to pack the last truckload of her belongings, I would stay overnight, and then to return with her in the morning.

Angela hit the roof when I said that I was willing to help. We had been looking forward to this party for some time. I told her that it was no use us both missing out on the party and as long as she didn’t walk home alone afterwards, but had one of our friends drive her, it was okay by me.

This calmed her and we continued to dress, She to party and me to work. As luck would have it a lot of the furniture had already been packed when I arrived at my sisters old flat, and the majority of the remaining gear to be stowed was already in boxes.

We worked hard and only stopped to rest after the job was complete. The time was 10.45pm and Sis confided that she didn’t want to spend the night in Brisbane. She asked if I minded driving her back to the Coast, and as it was only an hour away, I readily agreed.

We arrived safe and sound and after making sure that she was safely inside, I decided that I would still be able to get down to the beach party to surprise Angela.

Well it was me that was in for the surprise. I parked on top of the bluff at Alexander Headland and was making my way down the rocky slope toward the distant firelight and music.

I could see that the party was in full swing long before I arrived. The sound of voices, laughter and music carried well into the night. At a distance of about 500m I could see that the bonfire was at least 2m high and burning fiercely.

People were dancing around the flames and I noticed with amusement that some of the female dancers were naked.

I guess that my voyeuristic instinct must have kicked in because I slowed my pace and sat in the darkness to watch for a while.

As my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I realized that there were a lot more people there then I thought were invited. I guess that word had gotten out about the party and when the 3 local pubs had closed at 10pm, the patrons had simply moved to the beach to continue drinking.

It was hard to recognize anybody from where I sat, so I stood and began to move closer while circling around to the far side, where I had noticed people moving off into the darkness in pairs. Thinking about the chance of stumbling across couple fucking in the sand had me getting quite horny.

Finding a spot on top of a cluster of rocks, I once again sat to observe. Sure enough, I could see about 10 spots that people were enjoying themselves in the semi-privacy that the darkness offered.

Most of the couples moved into the darkness together, stayed for about 10-20min and then returned to the fire. There was something strange going on further around.

I had noticed that someone had returned to the fire alone. Perhaps like me he was just sitting in the darkness watching. But no, 3min later a single male returned to the same spot. 15min manisa escort later he returned to the fire only to have another single male return not long after he had left.

I moved further around in the darkness and realized that when he left again, there was still somebody, (a female) in that position. She had her back to me and was looking back toward the now approaching figure that was silhouetted by the fire.

It was a friend of mine, Richard. Sure enough, he stopped next to the girl and removed his pants as she reached up and took his cock into her mouth. I was tempted to run over and scare him, but resisted as he lay down on top of the girl and started fucking.

Even though the music from the boom box was quite loud, I could just make out the noise the woman was making as she reached a peak and burst forth into orgasm.

It was a sound that I was sure I had heard before. I couldn’t place where, but it was very erotic and this I guess was not helping me to think clearly.

I sat and watched under the cover of darkness for perhaps the next hour as the procession of men came, (pardon the pun), into the darkness and left again, I even considered approaching the girl while she was alone and getting my end in as well.

Two things stopped me, one was the steady flow of regular arrivals from the fire and the second was that my girlfriend was somewhere here and it would be just my luck to get caught.

I noticed that this was the only girl that was out here by herself, all the others were arriving and leaving together. It was only when I was seen by one of these couples that I made my way back in the direction I had approached.

I still had ¾ of an erection as I strode into the firelight at approximately 1.30pm. There were still about 150 to 200 people in attendance as I searched for Angela.

As soon as I found her, my intention was to take her into the darkness close to where I had been sitting not that long ago.

I was going to lay her down on the sand and show her how much I had missed her as I fucked her in plain view of the girl that I had watched 10min earlier.

Another of my friends saw me and pointed me toward an esky saying to help myself, I mixed myself a strong rum and bumped into Richard, He seemed a little surprised that I was there, and when I mentioned not to worry, I wasn’t going to tell his girlfriend that I had seen him over in the darkness fucking, the colour actually drained from his face.

He spluttered as he choked on his drink mumbled an excuse of needing to piss, and was last seen heading back across the sand toward the car park.

I mixed another strong rum, (it tasted like a triple), and continued to mingle with the remaining people as the drinks went straight to my head.

There were still people in various stages of undress dancing around the now much smaller fire, and seeing one of Angela’s friends, Sue (topless), I asked if she had seen her about. She said that she had not seen Angela after about 11.30.

I guessed that she had gotten I lift home and was sleeping soundly in our bed. I continued to talk with her for a short while as I marveled at the way her nipples pointed towards me as they slowly became engorged, but fearing repercussions, I ignored her advances.

To be honest I was thinking of the girl out there in the sand. I noticed that she was probably still out there as I could see somebody returning from that direction alone. This was my chance, using Richards excuse, I said that I needed to go to the toilet, Sue asked me if I wanted her to hold it for me.

I said, no but wait here, I’ll be back in 5min. Instead of going straight over to the object of my desire, I went toward the surf and then cut back across in the semi darkness. Although there was considerably less light from the fire, I could still see her shadowy figure, half sitting in the distance.

There was nobody with her. I remember thinking, I hope nobody I know comes over in the next few minutes and catches me. I looked back toward the fire, but at this distance I was sure my identity was well masked by the darkness.

At the time I could see shadows, but not much else. I guess that as the fire was providing a lot less light, the object of my lust was having trouble seeing in the dark as well.

As I approached, she lay back on her towel or what ever other clothing she had under her pussy to stop the sand getting in, and spread her legs in anticipation.

I mardin escort was still 10m away as I removed my pants, and pulled my tee shirt over my head. My cock felt like it was about to burst as I knelt between her open thighs, such sweet familiar thighs. Sitting with my knees under her legs, I put the head of my cock to her over flowing, sloppy, pussy.

Slowly I pushed forward into her warm wet tightness. I thought that after all the fucking she had been doing she may have been loose, but no, this girl was tight, wet but tight. The felling was so good, reaching forward I grasped her breasts with my hands and squeezed.

Such lovely breasts, no more then a hand full. So well proportioned, so familiar. Mmm. I didn’t think I would last very long as I pushed deeper.

I felt her pussy spasm around my cock as I hit bottom and she pushed back. She moaned loudly, and I froze, unable to move.

Angela??? She gasped when she heard my voice, BEN, (not my real name)??

Oh fuck!!! Oh shit!! Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, fuck!!

It was at this point that I noticed two things, the first was that even though I had just had one hell of a surprise/shock by finding out that my girlfriend had been the one that was being fucked by at least ten men that I had seen, my cock had not softened, in fact it was even harder.

The second thing that struck me as odd was that as she tried to dislodge herself from me, I was overcome with the urge continue, I pined her shoulders with my hands as I lowered my head to her nipple and bit hard, just the way she liked.

She responded by arching her back and thrusting down on my cock. At the same time I pushed my cock all the way back into her as far as it would go. There it stayed up hard against her cervix as I exploded deep inside her.

We lay still for about 30 seconds, and I could feel the sperm leaking out around my cock. What are you doing I asked.

I’m so sorry she said. I didn’t mean for this to happen. But what are you doing? she asked back. Aren’t you angry? Can you forgive me?

I replied that I was shocked, but that strangely enough it had turned me on. Again she said, Please forgive me, I never had intended for this to happen.

Apparently she had been the center of attention at the local hotel earlier. It started on the dance floor. There had been a band playing, and when the house lights lowered, spots lights on stage had been thrown on.

She said that she was in the crush at the front of the stage dancing with a female friend when somebody behind her had reached around and started playing with her tits.

She didn’t turn around to see who it was, but had allowed them to continue, Cumming at least three times in quick succession. She said that it wasn’t long before she could feel another set of hands.

These started on here arse and moved down to between her legs. She could feel her damp knickers being pulled to one side and then she felt two strong fingers push up into her.

She said that she had bent forward slightly as a reflex action and that who ever was playing with her tits had stopped, but that her pussy was being thrust into by a strangers fingers as the original hands slid down to below her short skirt, and started to pull her knickers down.

The fingers were removed as her panties dropped to her ankles and she had simply stepped out of them. She then felt a cock pressing between her butt cheeks and as it slid over her exposed pussy, she got caught up in the moment and reached down and pushed it up inside her.

She felt the person behind her grasp her shapely hips as he started to thrust into her. She knew this was wrong, but couldn’t stop. It just felt way to good.

She felt his cock harden and then the flood of warm moisture as he came deep inside her. She was disappointed when he withdrew straight away as she was on the edge, but was quite pleased that another hard cock replaced him immediately.

This was so wrong, but she was about to cum. She thrust back onto the stranger’s hardness and bit her lip to stifle her moans.

She said that she felt so sluttish and it felt like every one was watching her, even though they would not have seen much on the crowded dance floor.

The fact that she was being fucked in front of all these people was turning her on even more. She had to regain control.

She moved forward and as the cock slipped out of her she could feel sperm starting to run down her leg. She turned to face the stranger.

It was Richard. He pulled her toward her and attempted to re-enter her from the front. She said ‘no not here’; it was then that he suggested that they leave the pub and head to the party. … To be continued, (if you want more, let me know). Any comments are greatly appreciated.

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This is the fourth story in a series. Once again, I’ve fallen in love with my own characters. I hope you have as much fun reading about Denise Hines and her boyfriend as I’ve had writing about them. I do recommend that you read Her Second Job chapters 1 -3 in order before reading this story.

While this series was inspired by things which really happened many years ago, this story is complete fiction. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. Comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable, are always welcome. Thank you for reading.

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Denise and I made it back to the outfitter before Cassie left and were back at Denise’s apartment by ten o’clock that night. Apart from looking at job listings and sending a very few resumes, we did very little for the rest of the week.

Because Denise wanted to, we went to Danielle’s and Kurt’s pool party that Sunday. We arrived just after 4:00 p.m. Denise looked stunning in a black one-piece which contrasted beautifully with her blonde hair. The fact that it was cut very high on her hips was only slightly concealed by the sheer cover-up skirt she wore.

Danielle met us at the door. Danielle was wearing an electric blue one-piece that could have been a swimsuit or a dance leotard, I wasn’t sure which. Danielle hugged each of us and asked how we were doing. “Alicia and Scott are here along with a couple who come to my yoga classes. I invited Jessie, Nadine, and Annie but they’re all busy or out of town. There will be one more guest whom I expect shortly.”

Danielle led us into her house and introduced us to her yoga students, Barb and Ben Wachter. I’m bad at ages, but I guessed the Wachters were only a few years older than us. Ben had an “average” build but was fit-looking. Barb had a pretty face and a noticeable figure. She wore a beige bikini top that went well with her brown hair. Her bottoms were covered by a long skirt of a light-weight material. The Wachters were very pleasant and seemed “normal.” We learned that Ben had recently become a vice president at the City’s large regional bank. Barb worked for the public library. Denise and I told them we were a paralegal and a lawyer. We left out that we were both unemployed.

Kurt had a well-stocked bar set up in a corner of the room. Like the rest of the house I’d seen, the room was very elegant. That we were standing around in swimwear seemed a bit incongruous. Kurt came by, asked what we wanted to drink, and was quickly back with our drinks.

We were making small talk with the Wachters when I heard the front door open and heard Danielle say, “I’m so glad you came.”

I heard a vaguely familiar low female voice say, “It’s been a tough week. I can use the break.”

Barb and Ben stepped away to talk to Alicia and Scott. Denise and I were sipping our drinks when Danielle walked up with another woman. I put the woman in her early forties. She had wavy brown hair cut to just below her jawline. Her face looked intelligent and kind. While her nose was a little large, what you noticed were the wide mouth and the sparkling blue eyes. The woman was about Denise’s height but with wider shoulders and hips. The navy-blue suit showing above her skirt covered a large, nicely shaped chest.

Danielle led he woman to us. To the woman, Danielle said, “Lena, this is Denise Hines and Harry Stone. I think you’ve met, or at least talked to, Harry.”

The woman gave us a lovely smile and extended a hand to Denise. “Hi,” she said, “I’m Lena Mann.” That produced an involuntary reaction from both of us. “I’m very sorry about what Cameron did to you,” she added. “Danielle told me last Monday. Cameron and I fought about that, among other things.”

“I’m sorry if our situation caused strife in your marriage,” I said.

Lena’s face got a sad, or fatigued, look. “It was one subject of strife,” she replied, “but it wasn’t a cause. Maybe I can talk about it more after a drink.” Lena and Danielle walked to the bar.

Alicia and Scott came up to us. Denise had met Scott several times before, but I never had. He was what I thought women would consider an attractive man. Alicia asked, “Who was that you were talking to?”

“Lena Mann,” Denise answered. “It was her husband who fired us a week ago.”

“Shit,” Alicia said. “Is the husband here?”

“No,” I answered, “Mrs. Mann came by herself. The Manns both know Danielle and Kurt, but my impression is that Mrs. Mann and her husband have very different opinions about them.”

Scott, wisely, changed the subject. “Harry,” he said sticking out his hand, “it’s good to meet you. I’ve heard about you. You see Alicia naked more often than I do these days.”

“Whose fault is that?” Alicia asked indignantly.

“Mine,” Scott said. “I know I’m gone too much but what I’m doing is the best way I have to make some real money.”

Anything else Scott intended to say was forestalled by Kurt. He had moved to the center of elazığ escort the room and announced, “everyone is here now. Thank you for coming. Some of us have had a rough few days (Kurt looked at Denise and me as he said that). Danielle and I thought it would be good to get together, let our hair down, and show each other support and affection. Everyone’s got a drink, right? Ok, this is a pool party and it’s a beautiful day. Let’s go to the pool.”

Kurt walked out through a door that opened onto his patio. The rest of us followed. Denise, Barb, and Lena draped the skirts they’d been wearing over their suits on a chair as they walked outside.

I hadn’t noticed that Danielle had slipped away until I heard her voice coming from the doorway behind us. “Could I have a moment?” she asked. We all turned. Danielle was standing in the doorway nude. With a wide smile, she said, “I’d decided not to do this, but I think it will make for a better party, and I doubt any of you will object. I’m declaring this party nudity mandatory. Please take your suits off.”

Denise and I had no problem going nude, and I was sure Alicia wouldn’t either. Since they went to a nude yoga class, I assumed Barb and Ben were ok getting naked. The people I wondered about were Lena Mann and Scott.

Looking at Alicia and Scott, I saw that Scott was undressing as readily as Alicia. I quickly took my shirt and trunks off. Denise handed me her suit. I walked back inside and put them on the chair with the women’s cover-up skirts. As I got back to Denise, Lena Mann came up to us. Lena carried a bit of extra weight in her thighs and hips, but she was still an attractive, even sexy, woman. Her tan lines didn’t hurt.

Lena looked at me and said, “Harry, when we talked what, almost two weeks ago, you said that I still had the opportunity to do something like you and Denise do in New Bethel. I hope you’re right and I hope that this is my first step in that direction.” She turned to Denise and said, “Miss Hines, that suit looked wonderful on you, but you are much more beautiful naked.”

Denise replied, “So are you.”

“Why, thank you,” Lena said to Denise. Lena turned back to me, “Danielle tells me that she finds one of the most rewarding parts of taking her clothes off is having other people look at her while she’s nude. I want to see whether I share that opinion. Please look Harry and tell me what you think.”

Denise had no problem with me looking at other naked women; we worked with four every weekend. Still, I felt that I needed to be careful, but I did look. After a few moments, Lena made a slow full spin. She was nowhere near as physically beautiful as Denise, but neither is anyone else. As I said, she carried a few excess pounds. Nonetheless, Lena Mann was attractive with a sexiness and magnetism that I felt but couldn’t explain. When Lena faced me again, I said, “I saw that you are a very attractive woman when Danielle introduced us. Denise is right, you are much more attractive naked.”

Lena smiled. To Denise, she said, “He’s good. Hot body too.” Lena turned and walked away. I made a point of not following her with my eyes.

Denise gave me a quick kiss. “Apparently,” she said, “I’m not crazy. Other women think you have a hot body too.”

I hugged Denise. “Only one woman’s opinion matters,” I replied.

It was a good party. We all swam for a time. Danielle and Kurt put on aprons and grilled fresh fish for us. Denise and I agreed that Danielle wearing only an apron was very sexy. I made a mental note to buy Denise an apron. Everyone drank more than they probably should have.

Barb and Ben left first, around 10:30. Sometime between 11:00 and midnight, Lena came up to Denise and me. “I walked over here by myself,” she said, “but it was light then. Would the two of you walk me home? It’s only a block.”

I knew that a “block” in Shawnee Hills could be considerably farther than a normal city block. However, I had the sense that Lena had something she wanted to tell us. Denise’s glance at me communicated that she had the same sense. “We’d be glad to,” Denise said. “Give me a moment to put my suit back on.”

“Just wear your skirt,” Lena said, “that’s all I’m wearing.”

“What about Harry?” Denise asked.

“He can wrap a towel around his waist,” Lena said. Both Denise and I looked skeptical. Lena added, “I’ve lived here for over four years. On a holiday weekend, the cops are all up on the Boulevard looking for drunk drivers. It won’t matter if someone else sees us. People who live in the Hills follow ‘don’t ask, don’t tell.’ Otherwise, a lot of big money would get terribly embarrassed.”

Denise smiled and said, “Go get a towel Harry.” I did and carried it to the patio door. Lena had picked up her suit. Stepping inside, both she and Denise wrapped their skirts around their waists. In the soft light of the room, the two women nude from the waist up looked very lovely.

Alicia had seen us acting like we were leaving. erzincan escort From the pool, she called out “You’re coming back, right?”

Danielle added, “Please do. We’re still having a good time.”

“We’ll be back,” Denise assured them.

We followed Lena out the front door and down the slight hill to the street. Lena said, “My house is to the right a little way.” Lena wore sandals but Denise and I were barefoot, so we walked on the grass.

We walked silently or a distance before Lena said, “Danielle called me about what Cameron had done to you just after, I think, Denise told Danielle. Danielle asked me not to say anything to Cameron until Kurt had talked to him. I guess Kurt talked to Cameron Tuesday because Cameron came home furious. He called Kurt a liar. I’ve known Danielle and Kurt for over three years, and they are both completely honest. Cameron said things about Danielle I can’t repeat.”

“That must have been very unpleasant,” Denise said. When Denise had met Lena earlier in the evening, I sensed that Lena was guilty by association in Denise’s mind. We’d spent a lot of time talking to Lena and Denise’s attitude seemed to have turned about 180 degrees. I got that. Lena was a likeable person.

“It got worse,” Lena said. “After Cameron had ripped Danielle and Kurt for a while, he started in on the two of you. I’m guessing you’ve already heard it, or the substance, directly from Cameron so I’ll just say that it wasn’t nice. That’s when I spoke up, saying that I liked and respected Danielle and Kurt a great deal and that I had seen the two of you dance and thought you were great. That I admired your courage and self-confidence.”

“Thank you for that,” Denise said.

“Gasoline on a fire,” Lena said. She stopped. “No one’s gone by,” Lena said. “Let’s take these things off and walk nude.” It was a comfortable night and Lena was right that no cars had passed. Lena and Denise took off their skirts and I took off my towel.

“After I defended Danielle and Kurt and the two of you, Cameron turned on me,” Lena continued. “I’m sure Cameron hadn’t had anything to drink. He called me names that were just vile. Among other things, he called me a ‘slut wannabe’ and said that my role wasn’t to think but just to take care of his dick. I pointed out how difficult that was since he can’t get it up anymore, at least not around me.”

Lena went a few more steps. She exhaled and said, “anyway, Cameron and I have had a lot of issues. He isn’t at all the man I thought I was marrying. Tuesday night was the last straw. I’d already talked with a divorce lawyer. She had time to see me again Wednesday morning. She advised me to tell Cameron to move out, which he’s done. The divorce petition is being filed Tuesday morning. Deanna, my lawyer, is going to have the Sheriff serve Cameron in person at his office.”

“Jesus!” I said.

“Yeah,” Lena said. “That’s my house up there,” Lena added, pointing a very large, very new house that wasn’t all that attractive in my opinion. Lena stopped. “I didn’t drag you away from the party to cry on your shoulders. I moved here from Portland to marry Cameron. Apart from Danielle and Kurt, and Gwen, Cameron’s daughter by his first wife, I haven’t made any friends during our marriage. Cameron tends to drive people off unless they need something from him. I saw the two of you dance at Kurt’s bar and, corny as it sounds, immediately thought of you as role models for the kind of life I really want. I hope you’ll help me get a real life, a joyous life.”

I didn’t know what to say. Denise looked in my eyes. I gave her the look that said, “You call this one, I trust your judgment.”

Denise took a deep breath. “Certainly Lena,” she said, “we’ll do anything for you we can.” We walked Lena to her front door. She punched a code on a keypad that opened the door. She turned to us and said, “thank you.” She kissed each of us on a cheek, taking care that her body didn’t touch ours.

We hadn’t seen anyone else since we left Danielle and Kurt’s, and it was fun walking naked along a street in a ritzy suburb. “What do you think Lena wants from us?” I asked.

“I don’t know, and I doubt she does either, yet,” Denise said. “She’s having a tough time. We need to be there for her. That’s the commitment we just made to her.” “Commitment” was a word and concept Denise didn’t take lightly.

“Am I wrong, or have you done a 180 on her over the course of the evening?” I asked.

“I blamed her for what her husband did to us,” Denise said. “That’s irrational, and I realized it. Also, she has a seductive quality that draws you to her and makes you like her. You picked up on that.”

“I picked up on it,” I said, “but I hadn’t thought ‘seductive.’ There’s only one woman seductive to me.”

Denise laughed. “I don’t have to seduce you. You always want me.”

“True,” I replied. “It’s because you’re so damned perfect.”

Denise and I stood, stark naked, hugging and kissing, erzurum escort on a street in Shawnee Hills, at about 12:30 on Labor Day morning.

Danielle, Alicia, Scott, and Kurt were all in boisterous moods when we got back to the house. After talking with Lena, Denise and I wanted to be alone to reaffirm our commitment to each other. We made our apologies, gathered, our clothes, and headed for the door. Danielle, at least, seemed to understand. At the door, she said, “Like you two, Lena’s a very good person whom I love dearly. All three of you were shit on by the same person. Knowing all three of you, I hope you take that as the common ground for starting a strong friendship. She’ll make your lives richer and you’ll make hers richer.” Danielle turned to go back inside then turned back to us. “I’ve got a yoga class Tuesday night,” she said. “You are coming.” You didn’t ignore Danielle’s instructions.

When Denise and I arrived at the yoga class that Tuesday, Barb and Ben were already there and undressed. As Denise and I disrobed, I asked how they had gotten involved with the class.

“We weren’t nudists at all,” Barb said. “Ben saw an ad for the class somewhere and showed it to me, as a joke I think.”

“It was,” Ben interjected.

“I thought about it and decided it was interesting,” Barb continued. “How could I say I didn’t like being naked around other people if I never tried it?

“We came to our first class back in the spring and we both really liked it,” Ben said.

“I don’t think I could do what you do, dancing naked in front of a lot of clothed people who are just there to see you naked,” Barb said, “but I like being naked with other naked people. People seem more open and less pretentious when they take their clothes off.”

“Don’t let her kid you,” Ben said, “Barb likes looking at naked men.”

“I do,” Barb said, “penises are infinitely fascinating.”

“I agree,” Denise said.

We were in a large room and it was filling up. The class was close to 50-50 men and women. Danielle had walked to the front to start the class when Lena Mann came in hurriedly.

“Sorry,” Lena said. “I was delayed. I’ll have my clothes off in just a sec.” Lena stripped and put her mat down in front of me. I didn’t read anything into that. It was about the only vacant space in the room.

My experience with yoga didn’t go much beyond buying a mat while I was in law school. Danielle knew that and was very considerate. She helped me into the proper positions for several poses. I was used to Danielle’s hands on my bare skin and liked it. Denise had done quite a bit of yoga and moved gracefully from one position to another. To her amusement, there were a couple I just couldn’t do even with Danielle’s help.

As we moved from one pose to another, I kept my eyes on my mat. I thought that would help me keep my balance, but I was also aware of Lena in front of me, very exposed.

We were in a pose that had us put our hands on the floor and our butts in the air. I was staring at my mat when Denise said, “You can look up Harry. Lena won’t mind.”

“Please do,” Lena added.

I looked up. About two feet in front of me was Lena’s ass, cheeks spread showing her asshole. Between her thighs, her pussy was also on display. I’ve heard guys say that, if you’ve those parts of one woman’s body, you’ve seen them all. I disagree. Those parts of Denise are uniquely beautiful and alluring. Despite the extra pounds, Lena also looked very nice.

Danielle did her classes at a gym in Hyde’s Corner, which wasn’t very far from Shawnee Hills. As we were dressing after class, Lena invited us to her house for a “quick” dinner. Once inside her house, the three of us undressed again. Lena put on an apron (did she know how much I like a nude woman in an apron?) and quickly made a very good pasta with shrimp and herbs. After we’d cleaned up dinner, we took wine into the TV room. Lena sat in one arm- chair. Denise sat in my lap in another.

We were talking when Lena shifted gears. “You know,” she said, “I haven’t had sex with another person for almost four years?”

“Why that long?” Denise asked.

“Cameron I and were married a little over five years ago,” Lena said. “Initially, Cameron wanted to fuck all the time. I wasn’t all that experienced, but I tried to do everything for him I could think of. I quickly learned that sex was all about Cameron. He’d shoot his load in me and get up, whether I’d come or not. Cameron’s selfishness got to me. I quit trying and would just lie there while he got his jollies. Then, Cameron couldn’t get it up anymore. He said that was because I was ‘unresponsive.'”

“Why not find a lover?” I asked.

“I married Cameron,” Lena said. “I vowed to be faithful to him.”

Denise got up, took my hand, and gently pulled me out of the chair. We stood side-by-side, in front of Lena, as Denise asked, “Would you like to touch us?”

Lena moved her butt to the edge of the chair. “I’ve never done anything with another woman,” she said.

“Neither have I,” Denise said kindly. “It’ll be a new experience for both of us.”

Lena took my balls in her left hand. Denise spread her legs slightly and drew a sharp breath as Lena began running a finger over her pussy lips. “That’s nice,” Denise said.

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I’ve been in the hotel business my whole life. My place isn’t high end, but it’s nice enough. Very clean. We’re not close enough to the airport to get a lot of business travel, but we do okay. Lots of visitors who don’t want to stay downtown or locals who want to bring kids to the pool.

Occasionally, I get couples like the one in front of me now, sneaking away for an afternoon. Away from who? Kids? Spouses? I eye them carefully.

They’re a cute pair. They could belong together. Her honey-colored hair is pulled back in a ponytail. She’s wearing a bulky sweatshirt, but I can see decent cleavage peeking out of her zipper. Black leggings hug her curves and I’m suddenly dying to see her naked.

He’s not winning any body-building competitions, but he looks fit enough. His blue eyes shift nervously, but when he smiles at her, they light up and dimples crater his face.

She’s smiling up at him with great big moon eyes, a finger tucked into his belt loop. I chuckle to myself. I knew as soon as I heard her sweet voice on the phone.

I’m having trouble with my card, she’d said. Can I book with you over the phone?

I’d pulled out all the stops, making sure she knew I wouldn’t charge her card and she could pay however she wanted when she got here. Of course she can check in early. Whatever time works best for her.

He finishes the paperwork and snakes his arm around her, pulling her to his side. She giggles and lays her head on his shoulder. He’s wearing a ring, but she’s not. Yeah, they definitely won’t be staying the whole night.

“You said you’re okay to go upstairs, right?” I ask.

He answers quickly. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

I smirk. He looks like he’d climb to the fucking moon if that’s what it took to be alone with her.

“Two-oh-four,” I tell them, smiling while I hand over the keys.

She takes them, beaming at me. “Thank you…” She glances at my name tag. “Sam.”

I’m breathless for a second. Damn, her smile is gorgeous. “Uh, the cleaning crew is done with your room, but you might hear them moving around up there.”

“No problem,” she giggles again.

“Thanks,” he says over his shoulder as he pulls her toward the door.

I slip into the back room, steadying my breath and counting to ten. I hear the doors of the truck slam and her laughter ring out on the stairs. I count to ten again and follow.

The little room next to 204 could be a utility closet. Just another door in a hotel full of them. None of the master keys work in this lock, though. I’m the only one who can open it.

It smells a little musty inside. It hasn’t been used in a while and hasn’t been aired out in longer. There’s an old loveseat. A wobbly table and chairs. A television. And the towel I grabbed on my way up here.

There’s a speaker mounted on one wall and a window that looks into the room next door. The other side is decorated with an ornate frame and looks like a mirror.

The couple is already inspecting the room and I switch on the speaker, hoping the little microphone planted in the lamp next door is still hatay escort working.

He’s saying something about how they should have brought lunch, his arm sweeping over the small table, set for two in one corner of their room.

She glances at him “I said we could stop if you were hungry.”

He moves behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “Oh, I’m hungry, Baby.” He pulls her shirt over her head and unhooks her bra. They both watch in the mirror as her breasts tumble out. He kisses her neck and she whimpers. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs, then bites her shoulder before yanking her pants and panties down in one movement.

She shrieks with laughter as he pushes her down on the bed. He pulls her clothing off and tosses it over his shoulder, then kisses his way up her body. She pulls his shirt over his head, touching him greedily. He stands, undoing his belt and pushes his pants and underwear down. His cock springs free and she sits up, reaching for him.

He backs away, grabbing her hands and kissing her. “Turn over,” he commands.

She giggles and turns around obediently, pulling her knees in and wiggling her ass for him. He groans and slaps it hard before burying himself inside her.

Fuck, yes! I knew they weren’t going to waste any time. I watch him fuck her, my cock straining against my pants.

She cries out suddenly, throwing her head back. He slaps her again, thrusting faster.

“Yes, Baby,” he growls. “Give it to me.”

She cums, moaning loudly. The speaker behind me whines and I turn it down quickly. She buries her face in the comforter, swearing. I can see her body shaking, collapsing on the bed.

He tries to crawl into bed with her, but gets caught up in his pants, still around his ankles. He slaps her ass again. “You make me crazy. I’m not even undressed.”

She giggles and rolls to her side, but he moves to the top of the bed,pulling the sheets down. “Come up here with me.”

She scrambles under the blankets with him, covering her luscious body. I can’t help but feel disappointed, my cock still hard in my pants.

He wraps his arms around her and they kiss. They talk and tease for several minutes and I wonder if the show’s already over. Damn, I really thought I’d get more out of them.

He climbs out of bed and walks to the fridge, returning with a couple of drinks.

She throws the blanket back and stretches and I’m treated to a view of her gorgeous body. Her tits are huge, peaked with perfect pink nipples I long to take between my teeth. I notice him watching her, too, his cock growing hard again.

She reaches for the drink and he steps away, holding it out of her reach.

“Wait.”

Her eyes widen and she bites her lips, but I can see her grin. “Yes, sir?” She asks and I have to stifle a groan, my cock jumping back to attention.

He puts the drinks on the table behind him and sits in the chair next to the bed, grabbing a pillow and placing it on the floor between his feet. “Here,” he says, pointing.

She scrambles out of bed and ığdır escort kneels between his legs, waiting for her next instruction.

He reaches for her hair, grabbing a handful and pulling her head back. With his other hand, he strokes her face softly. He leans forward like he’s going to kiss her, but then pushes her head into his lap. “Suck.”

Her back is to me and I’m treated to a delicious view of her ass as she obeys him. In no time, he is gripping the arms of the chair, groaning.

I can’t take it anymore and I unzip my pants, pushing them down to my knees, freeing my erection. The head is slick with precum and I use it to lube my hard shaft. I force myself to pump slowly while I enjoy the performance in front of me.

She’s still on her knees, but leaning into his lap. Her hands are holding her breasts. He’s fucking her tits. I watch as she dips her head and hear him swear. I close my eyes and picture my cock sliding between those soft globes, her sweet tongue caressing my swollen head with each stroke. Fuck. My hand strokes faster and I open my eyes.

She’s sucking him again. He’s holding a phone, taking pictures or recording her, I can’t tell. He makes her stop and I hear her protest.

“We’ve got all day, baby,” he tells her. “Here, you earned this.” He hands her a cup.

She takes a long sip and he takes the cup from her. She stretches and grins at him. “You think Sam knows what we’re doing?” My hand stills and I hold my breath.

“Sam?”

“The guy at the desk.”

He chuckles. “He definitely knows what’s up. He’s probably got a camera in here somewhere.”

“Hm.” She looks around, then walks over to the mirror. “One-way glass, maybe? You’re supposed to be able to tell if you touch it.” She’s reaching out, about to tap her finger to the glass. He grabs her around the waist and turns her, pulling her body against his.

“Let him watch,” he chuckles, kissing her before pushing her back onto the bed. Kneeling in front of her, he spreads her legs wide.

Even from here, I can see how wet her pussy is. Her swollen clit is begging for attention. He kisses the insides of her thighs, first, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. He moves to her center, but he’s just teasing her and she whimpers, her fingers gripping the sheets.

He repeats his actions and she moans quietly. “Please. Please.”

I see his shoulders shake as he chuckles. “Please what?”

“Please. Suck my clit,” she breathes. “I want it.”

“I was just waiting for you to ask nicely.” He pushes a finger inside her, first, drawing it out and tracing a circle around her clit. “You’re so wet. You like sucking my cock?”

“Yes!”

He leans in, blocking my view. I picture him wrapping his lips around her swollen clit. She cries out and I watch, fascinated, as her hips buck off the bed. She grabs at his hair, but I can’t tell if she is trying to pull him away or push him closer. Maybe both. He holds her legs wide open, licking and sucking as she writhes under him.

I lose track of how many times she cums. ısparta escort He is relentless. In my hand, my cock jerks, reminding me I haven’t had my turn, yet. I lick my palm and stroke fast, wishing I could burst in and join them for a big finale.

I want to stand over her so she can lick my balls while he sucks her clit, then shoot my hot, sticky load all over her creamy, white tits while she squirts on his face.

In the room next door, he moves back, rubbing her clit hard and fast with one hand while sinking three fingers inside her with the other.

Fuck. I lean forward, bracing myself on the wall.

She screams, covering her face with her hands and I watch as she explodes, her cum soaking his hand, dripping down his wrist and off his elbow.

I cum hard, my balls contracting as rope after rope of semen splashes against the wall in front of me. Gasping for breath, I sit back in the chair. What just happened?

I glance up and see he’s joined her in bed, grinning. Her legs are still splayed open, her dripping pussy on display for me. I lick my lips, longing to taste it. My cock stirs, almost painfully. Oh, no. I’m going to need some recovery time after that.

Luckily, it looks like they do, too. As I grab for a towel and start cleaning up the mess I made, he hands her a water bottle and she takes a long drink, looking at him with wide, incredulous eyes.

“Wow,” she says, finally. “Wow.”

Damn right, I think. Wow.

He helps her scoot up the bed, then climbs over her. “Are you ready?” He asks softly.

She embraces him and he slips inside her again. They make love slowly, sweetly, talking to each other and moving together like they’ve done this thousands of times. Maybe I was wrong about them. Maybe they do belong together.

He picks up the pace and she clings to him, whimpering, uttering soft exclamations. When she cums again, it’s not an explosion like before, but she cries out and I see her body spasm.

I wonder what it feels like, to be buried inside that warm, slick pussy, feeling it contract around my cock. It’s enough for him. He swears, his hips thrusting faster, then stills, roaring his release as she wraps herself around him.

His breathing calms and he shifts his weight, but she holds on tight.

“Don’t leave me.”

He chuckles. “I’m not going anywhere. You’re incredible, you know that?”

“You’re pretty amazing yourself.”

They sweet-talk each other some more and I’m about to leave when she laughs. “Was that your stomach? Baby, let’s go get some food.”

“Okay,” he acquiesces. “But I want to shower, first.”

“Can I join you?”

He sighs. “I suppose, if you insist.”

“I insist!”

“Well, okay, then. Ready?”

“No.”

He rolls off her and they both groan.

She lies spread-eagle on the bed. “You’ve done it. You’ve finally wrecked me.”

He chuckles. “I want to wreck you some more in the shower.”

She sighs and mimics him. “I suppose. If you insist.”

He leans down and kisses her. “I do.”

She reaches for him, but he’s already headed for the bathroom. “Come on, Woman! I’m hungry!”

I laugh quietly, shaking my head. I like this pair. I watch her stretch on the bed, then get up and follow him. I reach for the TV remote, wondering if the camera I hid in the shower head still works.

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A holiday is meant to be restful so Jean suggested they should take time to do the things other people do. Saturday and Sunday afternoon were spent visiting historic sites and enjoying the local amenities. The Asian boy may be keener to see them again if he was made to wait, Jean reasoned. Either that, she said to herself, or after having had chance to reflect would have gone off the idea altogether. It didn’t matter which but there was a certain interest and it would be quite disappointing not to get the chance to visit the restaurant.

“What shall we do for dinner tonight George?” Jean asked her husband.

“Depends on the level of your appetite I suppose,” answered the man.

“We could eat in the hotel – or see what the Indian restaurant has to offer.”

“It would be rude not to accept the hospitality. Maybe Sanjeev’s uncles are already looking forward to meeting us. It would be interesting to see what they are like – they don’t get the chance to socialise with anyone at all. Maybe it could be quite exciting for them to talk to English people like us, be in the presence of an English woman.”

“We would have to eat late,” George reflected, “He said we should go late then we could meet his uncles when the place closed. If you’re fully refreshed and not too tired for a late night then we will go. Maybe we should check first.”

“I’ll do it now,” said Jean.

The telephone call was short and formal.

“Hello Sanjeev, you know who this is. I was just checking if you still wished us to visit your restaurant. We thought of coming late this evening if you are not booked up. I understand if you have had second thoughts and prefer it if we didn’t come.”

There was a delay before the other party spoke.

“I have been thinking about it a lot,” he began, searching for the correct words. “Yes, I would like you to come. This evening is good – not very busy later and we close early Sunday’s.”

“I’m looking forward to it,” Jean replied, “We will see you later then.”

With a smile on her face Jean went back to tell her husband they would be dining out.

“We should take a nap, rest awhile,” he suggested, “Recharge our batteries.”

They did, but as they lay dozing thoughts caused them to want to seek relief from lewd thoughts and for a few minutes they took the time to quench each others thirst for lust by fucking frantically on the bed before drifting off into a deep sleep.

As they were going to eat late time was on their side and in a most leisurely fashion they dressed. Not too formally because this was one of those places where good food eaten in a relaxed atmosphere is the order of the day. George watched his wife slide the silky stockings up her thighs and secure them by the now outmoded clips of a traditional suspender belt. Somehow to men of George’s generation pantyhose and hold up stockings aren’t quite the same.

Jean’s top was a blouse that was probably on the verge of being a little too tight but emphasised her well-rounded bust and cleavage admirably. Perhaps also just a little too see-through to be worn with a bra that was designed to be worn with a tight tee shirt without showing seams or ridges. Her nipples and dark red a, in the right light could clearly be seen through the transparent garments.

Her choice of skirt caused George to catch his breath and feel his cock twitch. Plain and black with just a little slit at the left thigh, a skirt like many others but on Jean it defined the effect of the overall image. Its length was just about acceptable to walk the streets with though she wouldn’t have chosen it to visit the shops back in her own leafy suburban avenue. She seemed to favour clothing that was a little too tight tonight and like the blouse it showed off her still trim but shapely figure. It was when she sat down that a problem might present itself as it would be impossible to cover her stocking tops. In fact, as she walked the darker tops and even sometimes the bare skin of her white thighs attracted the eye. George felt it was a bit too blatant and daring because it would draw the attention of everyone in sight, something that could spoil things somewhat, given the situation. Now if they were walking in a park or parading in other public places he would have felt different. How he loved his wife to display her attributes and see the faces of passing males. But everything had its place and sometimes a little discretion was in order. George was therefore happy when his wife donned a full length coat suitable for the winter weather.

“Wise,” remarked George, “Given the climate.”

He knew that when sat at the table most of her display would be hidden and it was not an establishment that meant a long walk from cloakroom to table. Off they went in the cab George had called and he smiled tolerantly when the driver constantly glanced in his mirror having noticed Jeans garb as she climbed into his vehicle.

At the restaurant Jean managed to take her seat without giving too much away. It was a pleasant place, busier than they had imagined which meant kahramanmaraş escort Sanjeev had little time to devote to his invited guests as he tended the needs of his other customers. He and another young man waited on tables and the couple assumed the older family members, the uncles must work in the kitchens.

Choosing a dish that was only moderately spicy Jean and George spent a pleasant evening. The place was lively and brisk bustling with a vibrant life of its own. People came and went, music played in the background and it was quite late before Sanjeev could speak to his friends properly.

“I’m sorry but this evening has proved to be much busier than expected. If you’re not bored and ready to leave I’ll be able to join you shortly and introduce you to my uncles.”

Accepting a drink Jean was happy to see there was no hang-ups or embarrassment from their earlier meeting. Soon the very last party of people were waved goodbye and Sanjeev and his fellow waiter visibly relaxed their shoulders and blew air noisily from their lungs. The other boy was an employee who had to carry on with his tasks but Sanjeev now used his rank to desist from work and sit with his friends.

In conversation the young man told them that beside him and his uncles they employed two permanent staff and in the kitchen was a chef. The small talk went on and Jean stretched her legs pushing her chair a little back. It enough for Sanjeev to notice the length of her skirt and from then on it caused him to falter as he became more and more distracted.

“I will go and get my uncles now and introduce you both!” he finally said.

Jean moved her legs back under the table so not to shock the men before they had chance to meet her. They were as one would expect Indian men of that age to be. One appeared to be late fifties while the other a little younger and they smiled constantly as they fussed over their guest’s hospitality being their forte. Jean noted how their eyes kept drifting to her bosom and how the other waiter still busy cleaning the tables stared as he passed more times than was necessary. George felt himself becoming impatient for his wife to make a move and show the men her charms. Then suddenly she slid her chair backwards and there was an audible drawing in of air and widening of eyes.

The men, not used to this at all politely diverted their eyes and became restless but Jean knew their gaze would always drift back to between her legs. She carried on speaking quietly and normally to them asking interesting questions about their business and culture and comparing their different diets. She covertly checked how much her skirt had ridden up and made sure she didn’t uncover too much too soon.

For men of their background though just the sight of so much bare leg and flashing of stocking tops was more than they had ever seen before. Only pictures in those magazines that they could hardly believe were allowed to be on sale in this foreign country came near. To see such a thing in real life, close up and without the lady appearing to care or take offence was mind-boggling for them.

Just as Jean expected they gradually began to relax and become a little more daring and brave with their glances. She knew they liked what they saw and were not going to throw her out in disgust. These men had been without women for a long time and Jean knew that all too well. The slightest movement of a foot made them hopeful she would reveal more and she purposely arched her back making her tits push forward under her tight blouse.

When Jean picked her moment and let her knee fall apart just a few inches the atmosphere was electric and tense. She knew now that they could see a little bare flesh above her stockings and a glimpse of her pink panties – a good colour to attract the eye she had thought when dressing.

She didn’t know just how to play her next move but she felt a powerful lust rising inside her belly.

“Would you show me the ladies room Sanjeev?” she asked.

The boy who had been hoping this night would somehow let him repeat his adventure directed her down the corridor.

“It is the third door on the left,” he told her pointing his hand as he daydreamed.

The other men sat silent and stunned having watched how she rose from her seat and seen how her panties folded into her slit as she moved to stand.

“No, come and show me!” she urged him smiling.

Naively he wondered why she should worry of getting lost but obeyed being concerned that he had a bulge in the front of his trousers.

They reached the door down the dim corridor and Jean looked into the kitchen to see a big man staring back at her in a lewd manner. He was the chef and the other employee had rushed ahead to tell him of this English woman’s exhibitionism. Jean stared back with a naughty almost imperceptible smile feeling aroused by the man’s look of shear lust. She was going to shock him.

“Its here,” said Sanjeev, about to turn and go back up the corridor.

“Come in with me!” she whispered kastamonu escort to him as she grabbed his lapel.

Like a zombie he allowed her to pull him into the ladies room and Jean saw how the watching staff stood mesmerised and open jawed. She smiled openly and brazenly at the watching pair conveying to them her desire for depraved games. Closing the door behind her she gave a little wave of her hand knowing they probably envied their young employer.

Dropping her panties her she pulled Sanjeev toward her and quickly unfastened his fly. She masturbated his cock while she held her skirt high for him to view her bare belly then impaled herself on his weapon. It was to be just a “quickie”, merely to stimulate her – she would need much more than this to satisfy her appetite tonight.

Sanjeev regained his breath and looked down at his now limp cock and the woman’s wet vagina. His sperm clung to the small neat bush of pubic hair and as he lifted his gaze to meet his unusual female friend she asked him a question.

“Do you think your uncle’s are glad they met me? Would they be happy if I stayed a little longer?

It was a question with a double meaning but Sanjeev answered right away.

“Yes, they are enjoying your company!” he said.

Jean liked this cat and mouse stuff, this ambiguous small talk that hid true perverted intentions.

“Let’s go back to the table,” she said, opening the door and setting off with out putting her panties back on.

The occupants of the table looked curious and keyed up. Why had they taken so long and why had Sanjeev stayed with her? Could it be possible that they had “done something”?

The woman saw that the passions and lusts of the men had been aroused and just how much desire they had to satisfy them depended on their willingness to abandon convention and submit themselves to wild abandon. Now she took her chair and positioned it directly in front of the two elderly men before she sat down. There was no coyness in the way she let her thighs part and her skirt ride up making it obvious she had left off her panties.

The men began to jabber away to each other in their own language and then looked at George. He responded by lifting his glass and gesturing as though he was proposing a toast then told Sanjeev to tell his uncles that he was happy being here. Sanjeev did just that and the men looked perplexed but a gladness to made itself known. Jean remembered that the older one could understand very little and decided to employ their nephew as interpreter.

“Sanjeev, ask your uncles if they want me to stay?”

They quickly but nervously said they did.

“Tell them that if they get pleasure from looking at my body it’s fine and I don’t mind”

Their jaws fell open when this comment was conveyed to them. Jean bent her knee just a little more to improve the view between her legs and smiled at the two men.

“It must be very difficult for them without women?” she said and waited while Sanjeev repeated her words in Punjabi.

The one who spoke a little English nodded and told her yes three times but now his perpetual smile had gone as like his companion he was awestruck.

“Do they want to see more of me? Would they like to find some sexual pleasure by looking at me?”

The men swallowed hard and after once again speaking in frantic tones in their foreign tongue Sanjeev answered for them.

“They say that they have never been with a woman for such a long time and they would like it for you to give them pleasure. We should wait and dismiss the staff first,” he added.

“No!” said Jean, quietly but firmly, “Let them stay too”

The men sat silent as Jean lifted her skirt even higher over her hips and spread her legs wide.

“Have they ever seen a white woman like this before?” she asked.

She got the answer right away that they hadn’t.

“Tell them that as I know they have had no sex for a while then to show my appreciation of your hospitality I will let them use me to satisfy their desires.”

She listened to their excited animated ranting as she unfastened her blouse and pulling the two halves apart slipped her hands behind her back to unclip her bra. When her tits came on show the men fell silent and as she cupped them she smiled telling Sanjeev to ask them if they would like to suck on her nipples.

She beckoned them over with her hand when they hesitated and then let her fingers play between her legs. The men slowly moved and falling to their knees on each side of her took a breast each and proceeded to suck her tits. Jean looked to see that her husband and the men’s nephew had taken their dicks out too and masturbated while they watched.

The men gave in to their instincts and lost their shyness. Now they explored her cunt and felt for her anus. With sufficient time passed to lose herself in the enjoyment of her own pleasure Jean signalled for the men to stand. Bringing them closer to her they realised she was going to take out their sexual organs kayseri escort from their trousers. They watched in awe as the white woman extracted their cocks and began to suck alternately on each one. Jean was pleasantly surprised to find that the older one, whose body was way past its best, could still sport a good hard penis.

She worked hard licking and sucking their dicks making them cry out with pleasure. She teased the purple tip then took a testicle in her mouth making the recipient of her attentions give out an almost manic laugh. She chewed and drew the foreskin back then ran her tongue under their ball bags to tickle their brown hole with her tongue. The men like this immensely and dropped their trousers in an effort to encourage the woman. Jean obliged and after using her finger turned one man at a time to lick his arsehole.

She tired and suddenly rose up startling the men. Beckoning one to sit on the chair she impaled herself on his dick and it made a squelching sound as it entered her cunt. Pulling the other man to her face she began to masturbate him into her mouth with rapid movements of her hand. As she bounced and sucked the men almost sang with joy then without warning and within a few seconds of each other they cried out and shouted. Jean felt the rush of fluid in both her mouth and pussy and slowing down she tightened her cunt muscles and sucked hard with her mouth increasing the men’s pleasure and devouring the lot.

A minute later and she felt herself being pulled off the man’s lap by Sanjeev. His cock was ready again in his eagerness he almost hurt Jean as he grabbed her hair and forced her down in front of him. He wanted to fuck her mouth and like a piston his cock hammered against her throat worked by his strong hips pushing to and fro. His hand managed to grip a breast while the other held her head. His sperm flowed like a torrent into her mouth and down her gullet and he closed his eyes as gradually he slowed and stopped like an engine out of fuel.

Jean pulled herself up onto a chair and looked around at the sated tired men who still thought they were in a wet dream. George, being expert at pacing himself so not to diminish his pleasure by ejaculating to early smiled at his wife approvingly. Jean glanced toward the corridor then back at her husband – the look told him she still wanted more. He gave a little laugh when he remembered that two other men were on the premises and his wife would be happy to satisfy them both.

Jean left the recovering men and walked toward the corridor. She knew the men would have watched and hoped they hadn’t quenched their thirst for sex by hand. With her tits still hanging out from her blouse she saw them stood in the doorway that led to the kitchen. Just a few feet separated the door from the toilet, the place she was heading and she had to almost walk straight up to them.

She stopped at the ladies room door and stared straight at them. The big man, sweaty and in his late thirties stared straight back his face expressionless other than telling her he was probably a man that liked his sex hard and dirty. He looked the proverbial depraved pervert who couldn’t be shocked or embarrassed by anything. The younger one licked his lips and was almost shaking with excitement now this strange white woman was standing so near to him.

Jean didn’t smile now either but moving very slowly parted her blouse improving the view of her nipples. She stared at the big man and raised her skirt just enough to show the slightest glimpse of her pussy at the same time she ran her tongue across her lips. Very, very slowly she kept her eyes on the man as she shimmied sideways into the toilet, without closing the door. She stood in a cubicle and keeping standing she straddled the bowl. She waited, and heard the sound of approaching footsteps.

The big man stood in front of her and still just stared. Jean’s heart raced excited by the tension and intimidation of this giant Asian man. He watched as she raised her skirt above her hips still looking him in the eye. She saw his gaze fall to her midriff when her hand dropped to her cunt. She opened her slit and held it open before widened her stance. With a great feeling of excitement and depravity she let her urine begin to flow from her bladder.

The man now did look a little surprised at this middle class white woman who was prepared to let him watch her piss – and apparently enjoy the experience. She kept her eyes on him and now she let a faint smile come over her face. Her piss splashed into the bowl and she pushed her hips further forward opening her cunt wider for the man to view.

Jean gasped when the man rapidly unzipped his pants and drew out probably one of the longest, thickest cocks she had ever seen. He saw her reaction but as though to tell him she liked what she saw she smiled and licked her lips. Her excitement increased as the man stepped near and now her bladder was empty she stood and waited for him to make the next move.

She expected him to ram his cock inside her but he didn’t. He pressed his hand on her shoulder and made her sit down. Now he was going to use her in a dirty way. His cock was large but now she saw it was only semi hard. It hovered in front of her face but he made no attempt to shove it in her mouth. What was he waiting for? Then the answer came to her and again her heart pounded. Would she, could she?

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Many people, mainly men, experience vicarious and varied thrills from watching the sexual acts of others: be they partners or simply strangers caught in flagrante delicto. The following chapter, and subsequent tales, set out to explore the peccadillos of people across many cultures and different times throughout history to illustrate that we may have progressed technologically but some things never change.

Personally, I love watching men and women enjoying themselves, either together or in ‘solo activities’, and get off on either sex; although the following scenes reflect neither any personal preference nor experience. Rather, they are simple flights of fancy and, in some cases, a fantasy. Enjoy?…

(Fit the First)

There she is, the slut; flat on her back, legs in the air and spread wide open for another young lance to fill her full o’ lust. Horny bitch! Forty-eight years old and the itch between her thighs is just as insatiable now as the first time we fucked, thirty years ago. After three children (two girls and, finally, a boy), and a lifelong obsession with dairy produce, she’s broader in the beam but still moves like a dream when you’re in the saddle and will give you a hot ride if you have the stamina.

I can smell her excitement from here – at least 15 feet away from the foot of our marital bed – and through a specially fitted peep-hole I have a perfect view of his hard cock nailing her cunt repeatedly and the sound of their bodies slapping together is just about discernible under her cries of delight. Excellent! The weapon in my hand quivers with anticipation but I control my bestial urges. That’s right, slut, squeal like a whore and beg for more, pull him deeper, take him harder, rock that cock right up your juicy fuck-hole and work your magic.

I can feel pre-cum starting to drip, which is no surprise after watching them for almost half an hour now, and if he doesn’t burst soon, I will! She’s rolled on top of him and is riding that rod like the sex-crazed cunt she is. It looks to be twice the size of my four eskişehir escort inch erection but she didn’t marry me for my prowess in bed, no, she prefers the size of my treasury to my modest endowment and as long as I keep her in the style she’s become accustomed to and is regularly supplied with well-hung studs, life is good. I can take it or leave it now; know what I mean? Well, after doing it with the same woman, week in, week out, for so long, does leave a man somewhat jaded (and I suppose she gets just as tired of my face too). Mind you, with a glass ceiling to entertain her I don’t suppose she watches me very carefully whenever we get together nowadays (which isn’t that often). The fat trollop is gazing up at her reflection now, riding the rod to its fullest extent, rolls of flesh heaving this way and that.

I’m almost tempted to abandon my hidey-hole, pounce upon her fundament and ride her harder than my favourite hunter but my will prevails caution upon the raging lust in my loins. Their pleasure must rise to a particular peak before I may act. I can almost taste the sweaty aroma of her body, so thick in the air it is now. Come on, cunt; get in position, for the love of … ahhhh, yessssssss! There she is, on her hands and knees like a bitch in heat; ready for his rampant lust. Take it, boy, take it with everything you have. Enjoy her while you can. His tongue slips in-between her copious buttocks and delves deep inside each hole, tasting her cunt and lewdly eating her privy passage without shame. The obscene noise of his tongue slurping away within her sticky flesh makes me throb harder and if he persists I shall have to assuage the burning desire inside the first hole I come upon – which would certainly make his eyes water, I’ll be bound! Fortunately, (for him) he’s knelt behind my wife’s ample arse at her urgent insistence and is preparing to skewer her sopping wet cunt once more. Unfortunately, (for her) he’s missed his mark and slipped into her nether regions where the sun shines not.

I can hardly gaziantep escort believe the slut’s not only taken him right between her plump cheeks and, by the noise she’s making, neither can she! Air rushing past his plunging prick makes the most disgusting accompaniment but only urges him on; deeper, harder, faster. His hands grip her huge hips, pulling her fleshy haunches tight to him then pushing her up to the limit of their endurance – the unstoppable force of his lust mating with her immovable flesh in a passionate frenzy. The weapon trembles violently once again within the sweaty grip of my palm and I know it won’t be long before their frenzy stimulates me into action but my will remains strong, though I cannot help a pang of envy within my heart at the sight of his rigid length surging into her puckered ring; a snug sanctuary denied to all but the privileged few. (Enjoy it while you can, you filthy whore-monger, my time is coming. oh yes, cumming very, very soon!)

I can barely wait much longer; the tension throbs in my bones, making me tremble and shiver as though chilled but the heat in the room makes us sweat – for very different reasons: him; with the stress and strain of exerting every muscle to sustain his exertions. Her; in ecstatic anticipation of what’s to come and myself in the confines of the garderobe where I stand, hidden from view but able to gain access to their den of iniquity with a carefully placed eye to a hole in the wall (hidden behind a likeness of her mother). His turgid phallus, slick with her excitement, flashes in the shadows, candlelight flickers on faces contorted at the height of passion, and I’m thankful that the noise of their vigorous sport covers the faint ‘click’ of the latch when I open the secret panel. I wonder whether other couples get such thrills from as lewd an exhibition as this. Perhaps, somewhere, someone is stalking his wife’s lover, weapon in hand, and ready to do the deed.

She cannot see or hear me: entranced within her own passion, her orgasm wracks her giresun escort rolls of flesh and makes her body resemble one of those sweet milk puddings she’s so fond of. I smile at the image and edge forward on tip-toe, careful to avoid the discarded clothing and bejewelled scabbard lying haphazardly across the floor like a trail of bread crumbs to the four-poster bed which rocks back and forth in the rhythm of their happy violence. Her breathless cries for him to ravish her become wilder, demented even, beyond all modesty and decorum, no longer a wife and mother but simply a conduit for her unnatural lust to manifest around his plunging member, drawing him into the whirlpool between her quaking thighs. He cannot know what is coming (other than his own pleasure), so intent is his focus upon the vortex sucking him relentlessly deeper inside her heaving body – and, if he had known, would he have stopped? I doubt it! His buttocks churn in a slow circle, pumping hard, ploughing his seed within her receptive furrow until she is satiated and screams: “Now!”

He turns his head, warned, perhaps by some sixth sense, and meets my weapon coming the other way, taking the perfect blow that lays his throat open to the bone.

She turns to suckle the gush of bright blood and tastes the immortal elixir that ensures her beauty will never fade.

A thick rope of pre-cum swings lazily between my thighs: “Please!” I beseech my lusty lady, unable to bear the load any longer. Her blood-red lips part and with a look she releases me, taking the hot cream on her plump jowls with a satisfied purr, licking each drop from her lips to savour the contrast between our offerings: his, a tart, coppery taste and mine, a tangy aftertaste that stimulates her desire for more. She lays back upon the tangled blankets, pushes the corpse out of the way with a delicate, beringged toe, and opens herself wide, offering me the chance to slake her preternaturally enhanced lusts and, with a slavering tongue, I obey, licking her succulent flesh and lapping the sticky flow of love juices into my mouth.

The flavour of her flesh revives my flagging libido and her legs wrap around my neck like a pair of anaconda’s, smooth and moist to the touch. I have lain with many women and tasted the fruits of various and dissolute pleasures but I would not swap the She-Devil that is my wife for any of them.

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Health 101 — 69 Practice

“Good morning, Class!” I greeted them. “As you know from your reading, the next item on our syllabus is reputedly a French invention originally called “soixante-neuf,” or, in English, sixty-nine.”

“Let’s start by getting you all undressed. We’ll do some exercises here in class, and you will continue to practice on your own time.”

They wasted no time in stripping down, and I was gratified to note that they seemed to have no more problems with being naked in front of each other. This was a big milestone, and I was proud of them.

“Now, form a circle around me, class; boy-girl, boy-girl, if you please. Now, girls turn left and boys turn right and face your partners.”

They dutifully did as I asked and paired off. “Is everyone satisfied with their partner? We’re going to get quite intimate with each other today….”

There were no complaints. REALLY good. I always tried to discourage partner preferences, but sometimes it happens.

“Now, I would like you to put your arms around each other and begin kissing. I will review your techniques.” I walked around the circle, assessing each couple. James held tiny Jennifer gently as he tenderly caressed her lips with his own. Her arms were locked passionately around his neck and her toes were barely touching the floor. Andy, on the other hand, had Cynthia bent back over his thigh, and was clearly trying to reach her tonsils with his tongue. Cynthia did not seem to be complaining, and I noted that her nipples were fully erect and glowing. Justin had embraced Amber from behind and was nibbling her neck, his hands full of her generous breasts, while she artfully massaged his already straining cock with her buttocks. The others were similarly engaged as circumstance and preference dictated.

“I believe you are all becoming quite proficient at romantic kissing. I am pleased. This may well be one of the most important skills you will ever acquire,” I told them. “And what you are going to learn today has sometimes been called ‘the ultimate kiss.’ You will each make love to your partner’s sexual organs as you are now making love to their mouths.”

“I need a couple to volunteer for the initial demonstration.” They all broke their lip-locks and waved their hands. This was even more gratifying. “Justin and Amber, you both seem to be extremely aroused already. Would you do the honors? Very good. We will start by reviewing the three basic 69 positions. Amber, please recline on your back on my desk. The rest of you may continue lightly stimulating each other as you observe.”

Amber clambered onto the desk and lay back, her magnificent breasts jutting proudly as she spread her legs to reveal a very moist pussy surrounded by a neatly trimmed brunette bush. Justin stood at her feet, clearly mesmerized by the sight of her juicy snatch. “Justin, come around to this side, please. Now carefully lift yourself onto the desk, with your head between Amber’s legs, and support yourself with your knees, one on each side of her head. Support your upper body with your elbows. Good. Now hold that position for a moment.”

I walked around bursa escort the couple on the desk, using my pointer to emphasize the lecture points. “Class, note that Amber’s pussy is now in a very convenient position for Justin to lick it thoroughly. Her clit is VERY accessible, but it will be difficult for him to get his tongue very far up her cunt from this angle, which is one of the unfortunate things about this position. Also note that his cock is directly in front of her mouth, and if she opens it right now — that’s it, Amber — she can suck the head of it. Now, Justin, please begin kissing Amber’s pussy. Good. Gently please. She is not ready for really intense stimulation just yet.”

I allowed Justin to explore Amber’s juicy folds for a few moments, while she attempted to return the favor by slurping at his throbbing meat. “Class, do you think this is likely to result in orgasm for both parties?” I asked.

James shook his head doubtfully, his arms still around petite Jennifer as she faced away from him to observe the demonstration. “I doubt that he will be able to come unless she moves her head up and down,” he said. “That kind of sucking feels good, but I doubt that it will bring him off all by itself.”

“Amber,” I said, “why don’t you stroke Justin’s cock more thoroughly with either your mouth or your hand?”

Amber turned her head to free her mouth from Justin’s slippery cock. “I really can’t,” she reported. “I can’t reach it with my hands, and my neck hurts if I try to move my head up.”

“What if Justin was to move his hips, in effect fucking Amber’s mouth?” I suggested. “Justin, try that, but VERY carefully.”

Justin thrust his hips tentatively and Amber gagged. She turned her head again and spit out his cock. “I’m afraid he’s going to slip and choke me,” she whimpered.

“It hurts my back anyway,” Justin mumbled around Amber’s pussy. “I don’t think I could come that way no matter how long we did it.”

“Exactly!” I told them. “And this is the big drawback to this position. It is not very comfortable for either person, and while Justin can probably get Amber off, she cannot do much for him except keep his cockhead warm while he waits for his turn. And even that may become so uncomfortable for her that she cannot enjoy her own orgasm. Enough, Justin. Please stop licking Amber’s pussy and get off the desk for a moment.”

“Now, Amber and Justin, please review your physical reactions for the class.”

“He made my pussy feel good,” Amber admitted. “And I liked having a cock in my mouth while my clitty was being licked. But the position made me kind of nervous, and I doubt that I would ever come that way.”

“I liked having my cock in a hot mouth while I was eating her pussy,” Justin said thoughtfully. “But after a few minutes I really felt like I wanted to move on to something else.”

“Exactly!” I told them. “This position is fun for a few minutes, and that’s about it. In a large bed, however, it is easy to initiate the position the way you have just begun, and then roll over to one side to continue in a less physically stressful çanakkale escort position. Amber, please lie on your left side, and Justin, climb up here beside her, let her rest her head on your right thigh…good…Amber, move your left thigh forward so that Justin can use it for a pillow. Lift your right thigh so that he can see your pussy. Very good. Now what do we have?”

“I have good access to her pussy now,” Justin reported. “If she pulls her hips up, kind of curls around me, I can even get my tongue into her cunt.”

“Oh, I like this better!” Amber giggled. “I think I could take as much of his cock in my mouth as I could handle, and I can also use my right hand to jack him off if my jaws get tired.”

“Then you may begin,” I told them. “Let’s see how it works.”

Justin began lapping Amber’s increasingly fragrant pussy, while she gobbled enthusiastically at his leaking cock. She stopped once to milk out a generous glob of pre-cum, looking around at the observing class as she savored it theatrically before swallowing. Justin began to thrust his hips to make her take more of his cock, and she turned her head to complain.

“The angle is just not right for me to take any more of it,” she fretted. “I’ve been trying to let his cock head slide into my throat a ways, but it won’t go. And my neck is starting to hurt again.”

“Take a break, both of you,” I told them. “It seems that you have again reached the point where it is time to change positions again. Justin, what do you think?”

“I think if I could get in a few good thrusts I could bust a nut right down her throat,” Justin said. The class tittered. “But I can’t, in this position. I do like the way this gives me access to her pussy, though. I can rest my head on her leg and really look at it, use my fingers to move things around, and suck the juice right out of her.”

“So, do you think you’re both ready to come?” I asked.

“I know I am,” said Justin.

“I’m not sure,” said Amber. “But I’d really like to try.”

“Then both of you get off the desk,” I instructed. “Justin, you get back up there and lie on your back. Amber, climb up on top of him, positioning your pussy over his face….That’s right. Perfect. How does this feel?”

“Love that sweet pussy,” Justin mumbled, pulling Amber’s hips down so that her sopping bush covered his face. Amber squealed as he resumed his determined assault on her clit.

“See how much of his cock you can swallow now, Amber,” I coached her. “Really get down on it.”

Amber obligingly swallowed Justin’s cock to its hairy root, burying her freckled nose in his sweaty sack. “That’s better, isn’t it, dear,” I asked her.

“Mmmmmph!” Amber mumbled around Justin’s swollen tool as she continued to bob up and down on it enthusiastically.

“Class, who do you think will come first?” I quizzed them.

“I think I will,” panted Andy, “if Cindy doesn’t stop what she’s doing!”

Cynthia had stopped watching the demonstration and was blissfully sucking Andy’s cock while both her hands were lustily diddling her own pussy.

“Cynthia! Please çankırı escort stop that for a moment and observe this!” I tapped her firmly on the shoulder. “Now turn around here and tell me who you think is about to come and why.”

“I think…” Cindy gasped, “I think….I can’t think! I need to come, Professor! Please let someone bring me off right now, I can’t stand it –“

At that moment Justin’s cock popped out of Amber’s mouth as she arched her back, shrieking her intense pleasure as she ground her spasming pussy into his face. She cupped her breasts in her hands, pinching the hardened nipples, as she rocked on his face. “I’m coming!” she wailed, her face contorting. Tears leaked from her eyes as she sobbed her joyful relief. “I’m coming, oh I’m coming!” A loud farting noise came from her pussy as it tried to contract around Justin’s probing tongue. “OH MY GOD!”

“I think my cunt just turned inside out,” she gasped as she collapsed bonelessly across Justin’s body. “I think I might be dead.”

“I think we can assume that you were thoroughly satisfied, Amber,” I told her dryly. “But I can assure you that you are, in fact, still alive, your sweet little pussy is still intact, and, moreover, you are lying on top of an extremely horny partner. I think you owe him an extra-special orgasm, don’t you?”

“I can’t deal with it right now,” Amber whimpered. “All my muscles are like Jello. Please, Justin? I’ll do anything you want, only later….”

“You’ll do it right now,” I told her firmly. “Can you lift her, Justin? I thought you could. You could probably lift a house right now. OK, I know you’re suffering. Lay her down on the desk and get on top of her. No, face to face — position yourself so your cock rests between those fine firm titties of hers. Perfect. Now just a little KY between her breasts….there we go. Amber, push your breasts together around Justin’s cock. Make an effort, girl! Good. Now Justin, fuck her tits. That’s right; pump that cock into her just as hard as you want to. Fuck her, Justin! Watch your cock sliding between those beautiful titties! And she loves it, too! She’s just coming down off a huge orgasm and this is just what will make her feel even better. Look at that purple cock head popping out from between her titties on each stroke! Beautiful!”

“Watch this closely, now, class! See how infused with blood Justin’s cock head has become. This is what it looks like when it’s in your mouth, getting ready to shoot its load. Jennifer; you’re back there in the right spot — I want you to gently grasp Justin’s balls while he fucks Amber’s tits — good. Hold them gently but firmly. Justin, how does it feel to be fucking one beautiful girl’s tits while another one holds your balls?”

By way of response Justin jetted the first squirt of come onto Amber’s neck. The next wad, thicker and more vigorous, struck her on the chin as she looked down to see what was happening. “Open your mouth, Amber! And hold your head up! Let go of your tits! You know what you want now, Justin.”

And Justin certainly did know. With a loud groan, he thrust his spurting cock into Amber’s open mouth and, holding her head between his hands, proceeded to pump a massive load of hot spunk down her throat.

The class clapped delightedly. “A fine demonstration!” I announced. “Now, push the desks to the side of the room, roll out the mats, and let’s see how well the rest of you can do!”

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Part Four: Masturbation with a Twist

Watching my brother masturbate the first time was unforgettable, watching him the second time was priceless, waiting to watch him a third time was simply unbearable. I needed to catch him so very bad, I felt more impatient than a kid before Christmas. Instead of the sight of Gary masturbating becoming more blasé with each viewing, it was becoming more and more urgent for me to see him. I was finding that spying on him was becoming an obsession of mine, even an addiction whereby I badly needed a fix. As I lay in bed at night I could envision him standing upright, completely naked, firmly grasping that shapely erection in his fist, pumping with great fervor, knees buckling, body shaking, groans and moans emanating from him until I watched his sperm flying through the air. I so needed to see him doing it one more time, just one more time. In two weeks time, it happened again.

This third time started off innocently enough, I swear I did not set this one up at all. We found ourselves home alone for the day again, and working in my room I went to ask him a computer question. Focused on my question, I opened his door without knocking and boy were we both surprised. He was in the middle of changing his clothes, facing the door. I came in at the perfect time, his underwear was all he had to take off and as I opened the door it was slipping down to his ankles. There in front of me, facing the door, stood Gary completely naked. Unlike the previous two times I had spied on him, this was the first time we both were aware of each other’s presence, and that changed the whole atmosphere dramatically for me.

The reaction on his face at having been seen like this was priceless, there was a bit of surprise, but also excitement. Though as you might imagine, I didn’t look him in the eye for but a second, my eyes quickly descended to get a good view of his wonderful flaccid penis right there before me. Oddly, he didn’t try to cover himself or turn away to hide his genitals from my obvious gaze. Instead he stood motionless, and it afforded me a very good view of his penis. I suppose it was much more of a gaze at his naked crotch than I had intended to give. Finally able to tear my eyes away, as I turned to leave, I told him I was sorry. He quickly and playfully replied, “No you’re not.”

That response caught me off guard, making me laugh and look back at him with the question, “What do you mean I’m not sorry.”

“By the way you were staring at my crotch, you didn’t look the least bit sorry to me.”

He had me there, and I admitted as much with a smile, “You might be right about that one.”

And like that the talking stopped, the world stopped, time stopped. Him standing naked before me, underpants down at his ankles, me at his bedroom door looking back at him. When I say looking at him, I mean intending to look him in the face. My eyes however found their way back down to his soft penis and balls, and for the next few moments neither of us stirred. I was getting a very good view of his package, and I found it equally amazing that he was standing there letting me.

And just like that it happened. It twitched. I saw it, it twitched. And with one twitch it became larger. The world continued to stand still, my eyes fixed on Gary’s dick, him standing motionless before me, obviously enjoying the attention of his sister’s eager eyes. It twitched again, and all by itself, without any help from his fingers, it began to grow on its own. And he let me watch it happen. He let me watch, what a show off! I stared intently at this growing snake with no regard for Gary himself: his growing penis was all there was in the room. The first time in the shower I had seen it grow, but the view was obstructed by the shower glass. The second time I watched him, I had missed him grow erect when I had to answer the phone. This was the first time I got to watch it grow erect up close and with an unobstructed view. This wasn’t even a reflection in the mirror, this was the real thing I was looking at.

I really can’t say how long this lasted, how long does it take a guy to fully erect under such conditions? But here I was standing there watching him growing erect, but soon it was at its full state, pointing boldly skyward, the wonderful helmet and hole looking up at me. He proudly stood there naked before me, clearly enjoying showing off his manhood to a female, now in its new stage of erection. I was shocked with how freely and willingly he let me watch it like this, with no hint of embarrassment or trying to cover up. I would never let him look between my legs even for a second! Guys are so different than girls. I finally looked up at him, and found him intently staring at the expression on my face as I looked at his hard on. Realizing the situation, I could merely raise my eyebrows and say, “Wow.”

Throughout this minute, the impulse to run away had struggled fiercely with the impulse to stay and watch him grow erect, and only after his member had engorged to full size and I had a considerable look at it in this state did the çorum escort impulse to run win out. One final lingering look down at his wonderful shape and I was headed directly downstairs to take a deep breath and collect my thoughts. It had been a very astounding and erotic moment, and I’m not sure if I even breathed that entire time. What a sight that was, him standing in front of me naked, letting me see him grow erect. All his manliness on display for me. What a flush that had come over my face, especially when I realized how he was looking at my reaction the whole time. I betrayed too much of my womanly lust of his penis to him.

I sat down in the kitchen for nearly ten minutes trying to regain my composure until the sound of running water upstairs made me realize the fun wasn’t over: He had gone into the bathroom to masturbate! I have no idea if he was originally intending to go into the shower anyway or if he was just changing clothes, and being seen naked by me made him have to jack off. Then again it really didn’t matter. I had just confronted him face to face while he stood there naked, watched as he grew erect, and in a matter of minutes I would be watching him playing with himself for a third time. I couldn’t help but wonder if this third time he would be any more aroused in his play knowing I had just seen him like that. As I slowly unlocked and opened the bathroom door, my hopes were met: He had decided once again to masturbate outside the shower in front of the sink, where I had a perfect view of his naked body.

He was standing looking at his manliness in the mirror, it was as stiff and hard as I had yet seen it. He was obviously at a very advanced stage of arousal, due no doubt to my watching him grow a few minutes earlier. The amount of precum on his penis was amazing; not just a small drop hanging half out of his pee hole, but a long wet stream ran halfway down the penis. There he stood admiring the way it worked its way down his shaft. Gary obviously was very interested with the image of how he looked when he was erect, several times now I had seen him looking at it this way for long stretches. Precum continued to ooze from his dick, and I don’t know if him or I were looking at this scene more intently.

As he stood there like this, I began to wonder what his next move would be. Would he take a pee? Could he even pee with an erection like that? Would he do his little genital exam fetish on himself again? And oh, was he going to stick that toothbrush up his butt again? Or was he so ridiculously horny at this point, with all this precum oozing out, that he just had to take it in his hand and get to masturbating? While I was a bit sad that he didn’t pee, and didn’t give himself a doctor’s exam, and completely ignored his toothbrush, I did not go away disappointed.

Lotion put on hand, hand was quickly put on dick and he began to stroke it with great speed. God was he ever turned on! The mere fact that I had seen him naked like that in his bedroom was enough for him to skip his normal foreplay games and go straight into his furious stroking. The squishing sound of his hand going up and down his shaft was ridiculously loud, and it was instantly joined by loud gasps and moans from him. Within a minute he had an absolutely furious orgasm, more intense than his other two I had witnessed. He had great trouble standing during it, and made the most incredible and painful grunts. Delightful! Sperm flew high into the air, far higher and in much greater quantity than the last time I watched, and was sprayed all over the counter top. The first stream of semen made it all the way to the mirror and dripped down. That was impressive to see.

As he stood there like that for a moment, supporting himself with his arms, I admired his white man spray all over the sink, and could not but feel flattered that I was solely responsible for his incredible response there in the bathroom. Standing naked in front of his sister for just one minute had caused him to get so ridiculously horny that he had a quick and furious orgasm. Whatever embarrassment I may have felt as I stood in his bedroom doorway face to face watching him naked was quickly replaced by a feeling of ultimate satisfaction. He was so incredibly turned on by me seeing him naked, and that made me feel really special, I have to say. For a moment I felt a special bond with him, and wanted to open the door, give his naked body a big hug, and let him know I enjoyed this just as much as he did.

All those bubbly feelings I had for him in that brief instant quickly vanished with what I saw him do next. He reached for and picked up an object on the sink that I had hitherto missed, being so focused on the precum dripping down his dick. Just like that my heart wound up in my throat, and the biggest feeling of embarrassment I ever experienced came over me. I surely thought I would die from embarrassment right there, I turned an even deeper shade of red then I had at my first gyno exam. In his hand he held a long round silver object, tapered at the end. He had my vibrator denizli escort in his hand! My own private, secret toy. The one nobody else in the whole world even knew about. What the fuck!

I was frozen in place as I realized this, filled with outrage and disbelief and ultimate disgrace. The emotions were flying around and bouncing off the inside of my head, for a moment I didn’t know what to think or how to feel, I was too in shock at the sight before me. My face continued to turn thousands of shades of red, I’m certain of it. That lousy bastard was rummaging through my things. He had been in my panty drawer, and found my vibrator in the back. And now he had it in his hand in the bathroom. Why on earth did he bring it into the bathroom with him, and why was he holding it only after he had shot his load?

If it wasn’t for the curious nature of this last question, I would have burst through the door and slugged him one, the dirty little prick. But for some reason my curiosity made me pause for a second as I began to wonder what he had in mind that he should pick up the vibrator only after he had cum. He held it up to get a good look at it, turning it about and checking out every last bit of it. He was enjoying the view of that most intimate of my toys that had rubbed all my most private areas, and I knew those very thoughts must be going through his head. If he didn’t know I masturbated before, now he had irrefutable proof. And his gaze upon the toy showed his brain envisioning exactly how it was used on me down there. How humiliating. It’s one thing to spy on a guy when he’s masturbating, but it’s a whole other world when things are reversed and he has my own toy in his hand.

I suppose a description of my vibrator is in order, for the sexually curious out there, it was your typical old fashion silver vibe, smooth and straight in nature, not shaped at all like a penis. Not a bullet vibe by any means, it was a full sized one, even a little on the big end. I had bought it because it was a particularly wide one. I enjoy the idea of being stretched when I insert it, but then I’ve just admitted more than I wanted to. It was just your typical old fashion straight up vibe, and it had served me well through many hours of solo play. My only saving grace at the moment is that Gary had no idea just how frequently I used it.

But again, what was he doing picking up my vibe only after he had jerked off? I would have thought it would have become part of his sex play while he masturbated. And then the idea dawned on me. Was he horny enough to actually masturbate two consecutive times? A quick look down to his dick showed it still half hard, softened yes, but still sticking mostly straight ahead at three quarters size, some cum still hanging off the end. It was in limbo whether to go to sleep or get turned on by what its master had found. It didn’t take long before I had my answer, as he continued to observe my vibrator closely, even pushing it through his fingers like it was being inserted (into my vagina no doubt!). His little man began once again to stand at attention at the idea of the vibrator being penetrated into certain orifices of mine.

It was a very embarrassing situation still, but I couldn’t help but imagine the erotic imagery that must be going through his mind while doing this. It became obvious that by pushing the vibe through the round hole he made with his fingers, he was imagining it going in and out of my own vagina, because shortly after this his hand went down to his pubic bone, and he mimicked with his middle finger the circular motion of a girl rubbing on her clit. It was interesting watching a guy do that, pretending how a girl did it. But he was envisioning it was how I masturbated, and again I was very embarrassed. In fairness, I guess he had every right to be curious, I had been curious enough to actually spy on him doing it.

His penis was now somehow fully engorged again and pointing skyward, mere minutes after it had exploded with cum. Even as his sperm lay there still warm on the sink, he was obviously ready to play with himself a second time. I was getting a bonus showing this time around, and with some added flavor, he’d somehow be playing around with my vibrator while he did it. But how would he use it on himself? He surely couldn’t have just brought it into the bathroom to look at it. With a twist of his hand, suddenly my vibe came to life, and I heard its slight and secretive vibrations. At once I felt the most unusual feeling of jealousy. It was my own private toy, and it was the first time it had ever serviced another person’s fancy. The mere purring sound it made, so familiar to me in my own play, made my loins moisten rapidly.

He put it down for a moment, and reached into the shower to turn off the water that had been running. At first I was afraid this was the end of his jacking session, but he picked up the vibe once again and turned it back on. Without the sound of the running water interfering, the sound of its vibrations was so much louder and erotic. Still I düzce escort felt my toy was cheating on me, and at the same time was enjoying that fact. Vibrating toy in hand, incredibly erect dick, with some left over cum still dribbling out his dick, it was an obvious union, and soon my little toy was put against the underside of his penis.

The look on his face at the contact was priceless. I really had no idea how guys might masturbate using a vibrator, but there he stood with it firmly pressed against the underside of his dick, standing almost motionless for the next two minutes, occasional noises coming from him. With the water now off, I could hear every little sound and exaggerated breath, he was but four feet from me. The proximity was exquisite. I was quite relishing the sight of him masturbating like this, and found it fascinating that a guy could use a vibrator too. His eyes were now closed and his hips slowly began to move as the feeling of the vibrations turned him on more. He was whimpering now, almost uncontrollably. A mixture of left over cum from his orgasm, and precum from the current vibrations slowly oozed out of his hole, which was a sight to see.

It took me a minute to realize my fingers were now very busily masturbating myself outside the door. Without the water running, and consequently hearing every breath of his, I had to try and be as deathly quite during my own masturbation so I did not give myself away. But rub away I did with very little self control, as my brother stood there masturbating for the second time in five minutes, with my own vibrator against his dick.

He held my vibrator now against the tip of his dick, I guess he liked the way the vibrations felt that way, and it almost seemed like it was too sensitive for him to take for long, but I looked on at the amazingly dirty sight as my brother’s cum and precum were smeared onto my vibrator in this fashion. This was the first time my vibe had ever tasted man fluid before. And with that nasty thought my first orgasm came. So close to him, I don’t know how he couldn’t have heard me. I tried to be as very quiet as I could, but while one can suppress a moan or grunt, an orgasmic breath cannot be held back. I have to imagine he heard me and knew I was on the other side of the door watching him play with my vibrator. If he did realize it, he didn’t let on, he kept my toy firmly against the end of his penis and continued to moan, even whispering, “Oh God.” a few times.

I suppose the feeling was too intense, because he soon took it away and put it on his balls. I’ve had a boyfriend tell me that rubbing the tip of his penis against his hand creates an overly sensitive feeling in his butt of all things, and even makes him pee. If Gary is built the same way, he didn’t pee, but then with how hard he was, and how much precum must have been blocking the urethra, I don’t think it was possible for him to do that at the current time. For the next two minutes he held my vibrator against his balls, and slowly stroked his dick. It looked quite interesting watching him masturbate with his hand with the added feeling the vibe was giving to his balls. A look up at his face showed he was enjoying this way a little more then just standard stroking with the hand alone.

I suppose I should have been anticipating or expecting the next phase, but it quite took me by surprise. He took the vibrator behind his back, and began to point it to that forbidden hole on his backside. Was he going to insert that thing into his butt? Yes, he was. I have mentioned how my vibe is a particularly wide one, so the idea of him fitting it up that tight hole back there was shocking. I almost believed he wouldn’t be able to do it.

He grunted a little deeper in nature when he first tried to push it inside him, it was a much different sound than I had heard him make previously. Maybe he wasn’t used to being stretched like that, especially that first moment of penetration. The look on his face was one of considerable and obvious discomfort, and even embarrassment. Yes, come to think of it, standing there all by himself his face was growing flush with embarrassment at what he was doing to himself. A clear mixture of embarrassment and even a little pain as he stretched his opening slowly to accept my vibrator in his ass. May I say virgin ass? Because that was the impression I was getting. Not virgin to a toothbrush of course, but surely virgin to something this wide.

Eventually I could tell when the tapered part was finally fully inserted, and his butt was stretched to the maximum, he stood there for a minute a bit wide eyed, taking in how it felt to be stretched back there like that. He continued to grunt in this almost unpleasant fashion as he pushed my vibe ever so slowly into him. He didn’t want to just put it in a little, he was working at putting this thing in all the way! Oh god, the image of my vibrator so very deep in his ass. The same vibrating object that had massaged my clitoris to countless orgasms, and spent countless hours inside my own vagina was now stuffed up his butt. I would call this anal play of his disgusting, except in fairness this wonderful object had spent considerable time up my own butt as well. That unique look on his face during the insertion was very similar to the one on my own when I did that same thing in my bed. How’s that for a mental picture!

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R: Paying down one of my forfeits from a recent loss involved writing this account. Enjoy.

*****

“Usual rules?”

“Certainly.”

We settled in, as usual, cross-legged and facing each other on the kitchen island. Yes, on the kitchen island. We have this plush throw to sit on, keeping exposed flesh from the granite – should it become your flesh that’s exposed -and angular foam cushions from the sofa to support our backs.

She enjoyed the edginess of being on the island, only 10 or so feet from the floor to ceiling window – with no drapes pulled and the sun going down and, eventually, the lights overhead being switched on, albeit on dimmer than full light.

She chose right. I handed over the white pawn- and we were off.

Pretty soon, there were the six pawns each set out on the angles you would expect. I was ready for her Bishop or her Knight. Instead, she triggered off an absolute slaughter of the pawns – and she persisted in taking out pawns – until she had two remaining pawns to my three. Not that this mattered really: because we only wagered garments for backline pieces, at a rate of one garment per piece.

Then she castled.

I matched, refreshing her wineglass from the bottle of chilled white.

And she jumped, all the way down the board…taking the Rook I’d just opened to attack.

It was a stunning move: much more aggressive than her usual style. I uncocked my right leg, popped off my shoe and tossed it into the livingroom where it made a soft thud on the carpet. But I was focused on the board.

What was missing of course was the usual screen of pawns. That’s what had allowed the shock move.

More importantly, fact is, I’d walked right into a trap. I could rescue my Knight from the corner square but my Bishop couldn’t be moved because of the King shielding behind it. Realizing she couldn’t take my Bishop without my King taking her Rook immediately, I got my Knight to safety.

Only to have her Queen take the same direct path as her Rook earlier, and replace my Queen. Then she raised her glass in a mock toast, her eyes twinkling.

My second shoe thudded to the floor in the livingroom. Now my mind was reeling. It was another trap, of course – but I had no choice.

My King took her Queen.

Did I mention she had spectacular legs? Not just good legs – spectacular. So when she popped off and tossed her right saucony shoe into the livingroom, stretching out the leg in the shorts with the snug fit, well, it was distracting. For me.

Guys…Can we smell female leg flesh do you think? There is something extremely sexy about bare female legs. Something utterly distracting.

Evidently not worried about such things, she simply took the Bishop my King had been protecting with that damned Rook. And smiled.

Because I now had a bare left foot and no choice but to get my King off the backline. Which left my Knight as easy pickings.

So I was barefoot entirely and her damn Rook was running amok.

“I do love your feet, bare,” she smiled, emphasizing the last word ever so slightly, sipping her wine.

Commenting on the sexiness of her bare feet was something I did, occasionally, to tease. So after poking out my tongue at her, I angled my King into immediate proximity to her Rook.

She took my pawn, clearing the Rook from the range of my King – and effectively leaving me stymied.

She had two pawns and seven of bitlis escort her eight backline pieces. And both my socks and my shoes.

I had a Rook, a Knight, a Bishop, two pawns and my King. And the only move that didn’t involve further sacrifice was a pawn.

She Castled again. (I know, but we’re not rigid about such rules. ‘Pedantic’ is how she describes these sorts of things).

I couldn’t Castle without risking another lethal strike. So I got my Knight out of harm’s way.

Only to have her other Rook put me in Check.

I got my King to temporary safety.

Only to have the Rook cross the board and take my Knight.

I unbuttoned my shirt and sent it fluttering into the livingroom.

“And I do love your abs,” she smiled, extending an oh so sexy bare leg to poke at my abs with the sock-clad toes of her foot – while sipping her wine. “Btw,” and she said B-T-W, “Am I going to strip you in one game, do you think?” To emphasize the point, her toe traced my abs from side to side, and back, before withdrawing to be tucked away.

The thought crossed my mind to Resign. That would avoid a single game rout – and deny her that at least. But that would only strip me to my now way too tight briefs and she, having won, would be positioned to insist on another game. A game where I would be naked with the first back-line piece she took…and from there, well, you get the idea.

My Bishop took her Rook, at last. And her other shoe.

Only to have her Bishop take mine.

So I had to wriggle out of my jeans and toss them. Leaving only the inadequate briefs, with the glistening circumcised tip of my erection clearly visible above the thick elastic.

To Resign now would leave me naked with only forfeits to play for in the next game.

It wasn’t that I minded losing, you understand. I’d won a few, and lost a few… we were pretty much an even match when it came to the game. And we’d been doing this for a good few years. So it depended on the day. And it was never boring, win or lose. But on this day, I was refilling my glass more than usual – twice to date, in fact, I realized – also noting the continuing twinkle in her eye. The twinkle that sent an abrupt shudder up my spine.

Because it meant she had something ‘special’ in mind.

I chose the offensive and took my Rook from corner to corner, to threaten one of her pawns and her Knight – hoping against hope she’d make a mistake.

She didn’t. She moved her remaining Rook to put me in Check. Her smile was once again recognizable from long experience. It was the one that read ‘no quarter asked nor given.’

Another breath-taking quiver passed through me.

I rescued my King.

Only to have one of her Bishops put me back in Check.

I again rescued my King.

Only to have her other Bishop put me back in Check.

I again rescued my King.

Only to have one of her Bishops take my Rook.

And, much to her amusement, my briefs.

For those keeping score, I had two pawns and my King.

She also had two pawns, two Bishops, two Knights, one Rook and her King. Oh, and all of her clothes, except for her shoes.

Wriggling out of my by now much too tight briefs was initially a relief. After all, no erection likes to be trapped. But getting them off my feet was a bit awkward, in large part because an erection reduces forward bending flexibility.

She bolu escort could help, of course. She didn’t. She just sipped her wine – the twinkling eyes clear evidence of…well, malice aforethought for sure. But what form would that take?

Peeling the briefs off the toes on my left foot, finally, I tossed them overhand in an arc into the livingroom area.

Naked. Fully exposed now to her overt scrutiny. I made very sure to keep my legs well apart, hinged flat at the knees – so I could remain somewhat comfortable. And reach the board. And avoid any risk, between moves, of blocking her view.

Because yes, she would punish me for that. As I would, were the roles reversed.

The silence seemed to stretch.

Once again, she could help, of course. She could say something, anything. She didn’t. She just sipped her wine.

My glass was empty again, and my throat parched. I turned my attention back to the board.

To review… I had two pawns and my King. She also had two pawns, but also two Bishops, two Knights, one Rook and her King.

And all of her clothes, except for her shoes.

I opened my mouth, decided I couldn’t really decide what to do next – and there wasn’t really anything I could say, or think of to say – so I closed my mouth again.

And she struck with immaculate timing, saying:” I was pondering earlier, you may recall…when was the last time one of us was naked before the end of game one?”

Her voice, seemingly far away, and her words, seemingly surreal somehow, this time did trigger a memory…

***

We were in college, having known each other only a few weeks…four maybe, five. No, probably more like two months. No guy remembers those sort of details. Regardless, it was late at night, and the library was about to close.

The year, purely FYI, was 1986.

We were headed back to her rooms from here. That was certain now.

You see, on the board between us, I was down to my King and two pawns – while she also had two pawns, two Knights, her Queen and her King.

I had also just moved one of my pawns into immediate sacrifice, to protect my King. Completely futile bit of time wasting, of course.

In virtual terms, while she was all but fully clothed, I was naked. Although of course we hadn’t yet removed a single garment.

After all, we were in the university library.

“You really will have to raise your game,” she teased, the remarkable eyes sparkling.

A librarian, books in arms, passed through the stacks nearby and seeing her from the corner of my eye dried up any potential retort. Looking back into the sparkling eyes, a sure sign it would be her rooms we were headed for, I forced a smile and reached for my King – to resign.

After all, the sooner we got to her rooms the better.

“Uh-uh,” an immaculate finger waved sideways just inside my field for vision. “Besides the fact it’s not your move – resign, and I’ll collect every garment I’m owed immediately.”

My eyes went in the direction of the stacks, and the last sighting of the librarian. It was almost closing time so they were all busy tidying up.

“I’m over here.” The quiet statement was a whiplash.

The smile with the twinkling eyes was a full flogging. “I wasn’t…I…”

Ignoring my stuttering response, she merely continued to smile and said: “It’s an existential conundrum really. When you have burdur escort nothing left to put on the table, and no hope of recovery, what do you do?”

Good question. My brain simply emptied – I swear, no coherent thought pattern whatever emerged. It is a moment I recall with utmost clarity – one of THOSE moments, in large part etched in my memory because of the sheer ruthlessness of her next statement.

“You really do have a lovely cock. Some of the girls don’t believe me. I think I’m going to take completely discretionary forfeits for every piece remaining, including pawns.”

You had to be there. You had to see the sheer mischievous grin. You can believe me when I say that grin sucked every bit of air from the area where we were seated – especially when she leaned forward and captured my pawn, putting me back in Check.

Because at that moment in that situation I had absolutely no doubts she was contemplating the opportunity to show me off to the ‘girls’…

***

“As I was saying, when was the last time one of us was naked before the end of game one?”

I’m sure my expression was a gape. And why not? Her touch had brought me crashing back to the present. A direct touch, mind you, of her fingertip to the tip of my erection…followed by a quick little swiping motion…followed by an almost slow motion tasting of the pre-cum on her fingertip…followed by a bright smile and swirl of the contents of her glass…followed by a sip of the wine.

The groan in my head must in fact have been audible because she chuckled, tossing her hair off one shoulder, efficiently moving her Rook to put me in Check.

No option left, I moved one of my two pawns to block her Rook.

She took the pawn with her Knight and put the pawn in a special place, on its own, several inches to the left of the cluster she’d created of my captured pieces…

***

When the pawn had come to rest near her left knee, on the low table in the uni library, back in 1986, it had seemed to me to have mesmeric characteristics. Okay, odd I know, but it almost seemed to float fractionally above the tabletop – as though it was, well, magical.

“That’s the discretionary forfeit, right?”

“Yes.” She’d adjusted her seating position in the chair, nonchalantly. “Your move.”

My fingers had shook, somewhat embarrassingly, when I made the only move possible – to move my King from Check.

And she swept up the second pawn, setting it, it seemed to me almost reverently, beside the first pawn. “And yes,” she said, “that’s the second whim you’ll have to indulge.” She’d paused to swipe at her long lush hair with spread fingertips. “And that, of course, leaves only the grand prize. They do say good things come in threes, don’t they.”

“Are you two almost finished?”

The voice of the librarian, from behind me, had sent my heart-rate into orbit – almost literally. Barely, above the pounding in my chest and head, I heard the reply: “Oh yes, I have him on the rack.”

“Good for you,” the librarian’s chuckle seemed to run up and down my spine. “Do take your time then. It’s 10 minutes to closing – feel free to savour the moment.”

And she did…moving every piece, closing in relentlessly, all the while with a smile that reminded me of the threat, quote…’ to collect every garment I’m owed immediately’, were I to resign…

***

Back in real time, on the island in the kitchen, she carefully placed the second and last pawn beside the first. And there was no librarian to call time… no mechanism to curb her demonstration of dominance…

“Hazing time,” she interrupted my reverie, raising her glass in mock toast: smiling the smile she had all those years ago…

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

***

My pussy was getting wetter at the thought of walking around Ibiza Town in broad daylight wearing only a dress that was totally see-through. Okay, I’d worn that colourful top as a dress before but this was different. I don’t know why, it just felt different; more sexy.

I went up onto the deck and moved the sybian closer to the back of the boat and rode it to 2 wonderful orgasms.

Lust having been satisfied for a short while, I got on with sorting out my cabin. As I moved my toys back I saw my new egg and put that to one side to wear later. Then I saw my pink dog collar, I put it with my new egg. I saw the ball gag but discounted that; how could I talk to Chuck with that in my mouth?

When I was organised I put the dog collar on and put the egg and its control in my bag. Then I went over to the café to get something to eat; I didn’t know when I’d get to eat later in the day.

Manuel greeted me in his usual way and asked me if I had been pleased to see my father.

“Is that a present from him?” He asked pointing to my neck.

“Oh no, I’ve had this for a while; I just haven’t been wearing it so that I don’t get a white ring around my neck. I’m going into town today so I won’t get much sun.”

“Well you’ve done a good job of getting a tan; you are a totally different colour than you were when you arrived a few weeks ago. I can’t see any white patches anywhere.”

“There’s at least one place that you haven’t been able to see and that might still be white.”

“Oh I’ve seen everywhere Georgia and you are 100 percent a nice golden tan.”

I tried to think back to a time when Manuel had seen my pussy and decided that it must have been when I’d been sat in the café with my legs open. Half the time these days I just don’t realise that I’m sitting like that.

Stomach full, I went back to the boat and had another session on the sybian. This time I slid one of the accessories over the dildo; the one that turns it into a big fat dildo; I wanted to stretch my pussy as much as I could.

It took a couple of minutes to get myself right down so that my clit was resting on the upturned scrubbing brush then I switched it on and rode it to the end of a another orgasm.

Then it was time to leave for my appointment. I went and got out one of my new, totally see-through dresses. I selected one that would fall into a puddle on the floor just as soon as I pushed the shoulder straps off my shoulders. Having said that, they all looked like they would do that.

I put the dress on and tested my requirement. It worked.

Then I thought about what I was planning to do that evening. A dress would not do so I took the dress off, and tried on the skirts and tops that Celeste had just sent me. I settled for a black skirt with a yellow pattern and a yellow halter top that fastened like a string bikini top. Tying the strings very loosely would work for me.

I took the skirt and top off and put them in my bag along with one of my butt plugs then I put the dress back on. I took one last look at myself in the mirror then grabbed my bag and left the boat.

As I walked to the taxi I felt just as good as I do when I’m totally naked. I was happy.

The taxi took me right to Chuck’s building door and the only people I saw were the taxi driver and 2 teenage girls who were passing when I got out of the taxi. I don’t know why they were giggling as they walked away, it could have been my dress, or could have been the very unladylike way that I got out of the taxi; or it could have been something completely different.

Stood outside Chuck’s door I did one more test of pushing my shoulder straps off then catching my dress before it hit the floor. Then I pulled it back into place and knocked on the door.

Chuck opened the door, we said hello then I walked straight over to the sofa and put my bag down. Then I said,

“I presume that this session will start the same as the last couple, with me getting naked and masturbating.”

Before he could answer, my dress was on the floor and I was flopped down on the low sofa with the fingers of my right hand rubbing my pussy.

Chuck just stared with a smile on his face.

Less than 2 minutes later I was jerking about as the first of my orgasms for Chuck hit me. When my heart rate was getting back to normal Chuck said,

“I’ve lost count of the number of times that I’ve told you Georgia that taking your clothes off and masturbating here is not necessary for the hypnotism to work.”

“And is you fucking me when I’m in a hypnotic state, or whatever it’s called, necessary Chuck, or do you just like fucking me?”

“Georgia, how many times do I have to tell you that it would be unprofessional of me to have any sort of sexual contact with you.”

“Come on Chuck; you must be fucking me; you’d be mad not to.”

“Shall we get on with the session Georgia?”

“Okay.”

“Right, firstly how was your bayburt escort week? Did anyone use your trigger word and did you orgasm?”

“What trigger word?”

“The one that we agreed that you would use.”

“You mean Pr … Pr … Pri … Pri.”

“Okay Georgia; I’ll say it.

“Priapus.”

It worked.

Two minutes later I said,

“Say it again Chuck. I want to know if it being said quite close to the last time will get me to cum again.”

“Okay Georgia; I’ve seen you orgasm enough times so I guess that one more time won’t do any harm. Priapus.”

It worked.

Two minutes later Chuck continued,

“During this final session I will be concreting the association of ‘that word’ with an orgasm in your brain. I”

“You can say Priapus and not call it ‘that word’ Chuck; I don’t mind cumming again for you.”

“It’s not for me Georgia, it’s for you. Now where was I, oh yes, reinforcing. When I have done that, in theory, someone saying that word anytime for the rest of your life should induce an orgasm. I say ‘in theory’ because there are no documented cases of a woman returning to her hypnotist and saying that it no longer works.”

“Good.”

“As usual, I will have to induce a hypnotic state.”

Chuck got his tablet out and as he came over to me I said,

“Are you going to fuck me again Chuck? You don’t have to use a condom; I’m on the pill so I won’t get pregnant.”

“Georgia; just look at the screen please.”

I did, and saw the usual weird swirling images.

When I came round I was flat on my back on the sofa with one foot on the floor. As I sat up I looked at my legs and saw little indentation on my knees as if I’d been kneeling on something knobbly, like the carpet in there.

“You did fuck me didn’t you Chuck?”

“Georgia; I’m not having this conversation with you again. Right, the reinforcement went well and I’m confident that whenever you hear that word you will have an orgasm. If I remember rightly, you’ve already paid me for 4 sessions so, unless there’s something else that concludes our business. I have to say that it was very interesting to meet you Georgia. Don’t forget to put your dress on before you leave.

As I walked down the stairs I got my phone out and looked at the time. I’d been in there with Chuck for 2 whole hours. Surely a bit if reinforcement of the association of the word Priapus with and orgasm couldn’t have taken all that time?

The other thing was my inner thighs were wet; could that just be my juices or was it Chuck’s jism seeping out of me.

Chuck never had admitted that he’d fucked me but I was now 99.9 percent sure that he had.

I wasn’t worried though; I’d got what I wanted out of those visits.

I needed a drink and an ice cream so I headed to where I knew there was a café. I sat at an outside table next to one that had 3 young men sat at it. One of them saw me arriving and I saw him nudge his mates. All 3 stared at me as I sat down on a chair facing them.

I sat with my butt perched on the front edge of the seat and lay back with my knees open. They would have been able to see all of my pussy as they stared at me; but they never said anything.

I closed my knees when the waiter came to take my order and when he brought my cola and ice cream, but apart from that my pussy was on full display.

I so wanted to ask them what the name of the Greek God with a giant cock was but looking at them I doubted that they would know.

About 30 minutes later I left and headed to the gym.

“I like your dress Georgia,” Pedro said, “turn around.”

I did a slow 360 with a grin on my face then asked,

“Are there many people here?”

“About 6 or 7, and you’ll be pleased to hear that you are starting a trend.”

“What do you mean Pedro?”

“Working out without any clothes on.”

I grinned then said,

“Are you complaining Pedro?”

“No, no, it’s good for business.”

“You should let the girls in for free if they workout naked.”

“I’ve let those 2 in for nothing and you haven’t paid for the last few sessions.”

“I bet that you’re making the money from the extra men.”

“Si Señora. So are you here for a workout, or did you just come here to show me that fabulous dress?”

“Both Pedro. Anyone in the changing room?”

“I don’t know.”

I went in and there wasn’t. I quickly got naked the opened my bag. I had 2 objects to find new homes for and my pussy wanted them quickly. I easily slid the egg up my hole then I rubbed the tip of the butt plug around my soaking pussy then eased it into my butt. I’d chosen the one with the pink fake diamond, thinking that it would look good showing through the skirt that I was going to put on later.

I switched the egg onto medium speed with random burst of full throttle and random electric shocks from the 1 click position; I wanted to create a new record of orgasms whilst working out.

As I walked in to the workout room I immediately saw 2 naked girls. Both looked Spanish and both had bald bilecik escort pussies. I wondered if their men went there and had been talking about the naked girl that had started to go there and had decided to do the same just to keep their man happy.

Whatever the reason it was nice to see them even if they did take the focus off me some of the time.

The men in the room were doing very little except for watching one or both of the Spanish girls and they turned to look at me. My pussy started tingling, and it wasn’t just because the egg was starting to have an effect on me.

I started my routine and everyone in there quickly discovered my butt plug. Even one of the girls stopped and watched me as I contorted my body with exercises that displayed my pussy and the pink butt plug.

I was on the mats at one end of the room so I made sure that whatever position I was in my pussy would be visible either directly to their eyes or in the big wall mirrors.

It was on the third exercise that the first orgasm hit me and I collapsed down and started moaning and shaking. There was no way that they didn’t know that I was cumming.

Orgasm over, I got up and continued from where I had left off.

This happened 5 times whilst I was on the mats. On the third time the egg decided to give me an electric shock when I was right in the middle of cumming.

I let out a loud “Aaarrrgghh” and the orgasm reached a new high and I must have been on the mats shaking and jerking about for at least 2 minutes. My hands went to my tits and squeezed then pulled on my nipples as I gasped and said a few words that maybe I shouldn’t have; well not with strangers around.

And I heard that bell again. So did some of the people watching me. They were looking around to see who had brought their phone into the workout room.

Again, once the orgasm was over I got up and continued as if nothing had happened.

It was the exercise cycles next and after I’d raised the seat I climbed on, lowering myself onto the saddle slowly in case it made my butt hurt me. As it was there was only slight discomfort and that soon disappeared when I started pedalling.

One of the girls looked at me in amazement as my pussy slid from side to side. I wondered if she’d thought of raising the saddle. The other girl wasn’t staring, she was going over to the next bike and I watched her raise the saddle.

A burst of full vibrations took me over the edge for my first orgasm on the bike. That was followed by 2 more then I got another electric shock.

OMG; how I stayed on that bike I will never know. I certainly stopped pedalling and gave the handle bars a death grip. My body was shaking like hell; my pussy thought it was on fire and my nipples felt like they were about to explode; and my lungs tried to suck in all the air in the room.

Somehow, I got through it and started pedalling again.

The girl on the next bike was staring at me but her concentration was on the effects of sliding from side to side on her clit.

Moving on to the leg spreader, I climbed on and strapped my legs to it. Before pressing any of the switches I looked around the room. There must have been 7 or 8 men, 2 naked girls and 1 clothed girl. All were staring at me and anticipating what I was going to do.

And I did it all; even getting the machine to go crazy. The egg made sure that I gave my audience a great view of my pussy muscles contracting and relaxing over and over as I climbed and went over the edge. It did that twice then the electric shock came.

I was on my back at the time and I vaguely remember seeing my little tits, with rock hard and throbbing nipples slightly quiver over my shaking torso. And I heard that bell again.

But while I was still up there, the machine sat me up and closed then opened my legs again. Then the back of the seat dropped again.

When I could control my arms again I put my hand on the control and pressed the sequence of keys to shut it down.

I lay there for a minute or so then sat up and released my legs. I still had more exercises to do. I finished them without cumming again then decided to go and have a short rest in reception.

Pedro was sat at his desk so I went over to him, still totally naked and asked him where the cameraman was.

“He got all the footage that he needed last time.”

“I thought that he might want to have some naked Spanish girls in his movie.”

“One of those naked girls is Alejandro’s girlfriend and the other is his sister.”

“Oh, so he’ll be able to video them naked anytime.”

“Probably.”

Just then another young man came in off the street and signed-in. He had a good look at me before going to the changing room.

A minute or so later I followed him in to the changing room to get a bottle of water out of my bag. He was stark naked and I smiled at the sight of his hard-on as I passed him on the way to my locker.

After the drink I was feeling refreshed and I decided to do the same circuit again. The egg was still purring away and I wondered bingöl escort how many times it would make me cum, and how many electric shocks it would give me before I finished.

The answer was 4 and 3. All of them would have been extremely embarrassing to most women but I was really enjoying it, even though it was draining my energy. I reasoned that I could afford to be totally knackered when I left the gym because I wouldn’t need much energy for what I had planned for the rest of the day.

As I walked to the shower I saw 2 men already in there. Ignoring them but at the same time staring at their cocks; I started to shower. The egg gave me a quick blast and I shook and let out a gasp. The blast wasn’t long enough to make me cum but it reminded me that I didn’t want it in for my next adventure of the day.

I squat down and squeezed it out, catching it in my hand. Something made me look up and I saw the 2 naked girls from the gym. I also heard one of the men say, in Spanish,

“See, I told you that she must have something inside her that was making her cum like that.”

Then one of the girls said,

“I’ve got one of those, they’re amazing aren’t they?”

“Certainly are; this one even gives me electric shocks.”

“That sounds painful.”

“Yes and no; it certainly makes for good orgasms.”

“I’ll bet. Hey, you look like the kind of girl that might be interested in making a movie, one where you don’t wear clothes.”

“You mean a porno movie. I’ve already been in 2 of those; some guy called Alejandro came here and recorded me working out just like I did today, then he came again and recorded a couple of friends and me. The thing was, I thought it was for a gym promotional video but a few days later I saw them on a big screen in a village up in the hills.”

“Ah, that Alejandro guy is my boyfriend; I’m Valeria and this is his sister Maria. Pedro and Alejandro should have been up front with you. I can get him to pay you if you like.”

“Fuck no; I loved every second of it. I’m Georgia by the way.”

The 2 guys realised that they were being ignored and decided to leave and Valeria and Maria moved in and started showering.

“So Georgia, Alejandro is always looking for models either just to photograph or to star in his movies, do you fancy trying it?” Valeria said.

“Me! Look at me; I look like a skinny 12 year old. I haven’t seen many porno movies but the odd one that I have seen was full of girls with melons hanging from their chests.”

“Georgia, you’ve already stared in a couple of movies and you’d be surprised at the demand for girls that have small breasts and look a lot younger than they actually are. You are over 18 aren’t you?”

“Of course, I can show you my Dancer’s I.D. card if you like.”

In that case you’d be a natural for Alejandro’s movies. What do you think?”

“I don’t know; I guess that it depends on what’s involved.”

“How about you meet Alejandro and see what he’s got planned.”

“Okay, why not; I can always say no if I don’t like what he says; besides, he owes me for the videos that he took here.”

“Good, I’m sure that you’ll have lots of fun. When can you meet him? Are you free now?”

“Sorry, I’ve got plans for the rest of today, and tomorrow; but I’m free the day after.”

“Sounds good; give me your phone number and I’ll fix up a time and place.”

By that time we’d all finished showering and were getting dressed. I couldn’t help noticing that neither of them wore any underwear. When Valeria and Maria saw the skirt and top that I put on they both wanted a closer look at the material and they wanted to know where I got it.

“So you walk about town wearing those? With nothing on underneath?” Maria asked.

“Yes, I was quite nervous at first but I soon realised that most people only see what they expect to see. I’ve even walked around town totally naked without anyone saying anything.”

“Alejandro will like you Georgia.”

“I’ve got a stage name that my boss gave me, Lolita, he said that it suites me better that Georgia if I’m going to walk about with very little or nothing on and take part in live sex shows.”

“I have to agree with him, Lolita does suit you better and it will go down well in the movies.”

I had a go at Pedro on the way out, telling him that he should have told me that Alejandro was making a porno movie. Trying to plead ignorance he told me that he was going to use it as a promotional video.

I told him that neither my friends nor I were going to give him more euros but we would be back and expected to use his gym for free. He agreed.

I said goodbye to Valeria and Maria and they went one way and me the other.

Another massage was next on my plan for the evening but before that I needed another drink so I headed to where I knew there was a café.

The café was quite busy with lots of men watching a football match on the television. That didn’t stop a couple of them looking at me. One said,

“Hello gorgeous.”

And the other complimented me by wolf-whistling at me.

I sat at one of the free tables and ordered a drink. I watched the girl as she brought my drink and her eyes were looking at my body. I was sat lazily in the chair and she could see my pussy below my skirt and the rest of my front through the skirt and top. She smiled at me as she put the drink on the table.

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It was fully a week before Mr Blackwood presented himself at Morton Lodge. He excused his absence, which he explained was due to his being called away to town on urgent business. Mr and Mrs Hannard accepted this explanation as those with no reason to suspect otherwise would, but Katherine suspected that his failure to present himself sooner was due more to their unfinished business than to his more mundane business.

Indeed, while the week of separation had allowed Katherine to more or less recover physically from the exhaustion that had attended her particular exertions, emotionally she had grown in suffering as her imaginings had developed as to how Mr Blackwood might enforce her promise that she would do anything. In her more rational moods, she realised that whatever he might ask of her, it could not be as bad as the anticipation of it, and she persuaded herself that this anticipation was deliberately introduced as part of his game.

It was with a mix of relief and anxiety therefore, that Katherine accepted Mr Blackwood’s invitation to join him in a walk to Morton Hall. The walk passed pleasantly as they strolled in the sunshine, discussing the weather, the wildflowers and any other cheery subjects that came to mind. Once at Morton Hall, however, Mr Blackwood lost some of his loquacity and Katherine’s anxiety began to return. An observer would have noticed that their pace increased and neither looked around as much as they had before entering the grounds. Indeed were it not for the gardener standing and doffing his cap to them, it is unlikely that they would have noticed his presence at all.

“Good afternoon Thomas,” Mr Blackwood greeted the young man. A short conversation followed on the subject of what to plant on the West side of the house, the conclusion of which was missed by Katherine as her thoughts returned to the debt she would soon be paying. As Thomas returned to the beds he was attending, Mr Blackwood led Katherine into the house and upstairs. They entered a room which, despite the brightness of the day, was dim, due to the heavy curtains which were drawn across the window.

“You remember what you told me before I left you last week?” asked Mr Blackwood.

Katherine nodded. “I remember.”

“And you intend to honour your promise?”

“Of course.” Katherine intended her reply to sound strong, defiant, but she felt sure that Mr Blackwood had noticed her voice quaver slightly. Certainly he smiled as he heard the words.

“Good.” He sat in a chair, his hands resting easily in his lap, his eyes on her, a half smile on his face that unsettled her more than she had expected. “You may remove your clothes.”

The calmness in his voice did nothing to calm Katherine’s nerves. She could feel her heart thudding in her chest as she fumbled at the button of her dress. Her hands were clumsy which added to the sensation of being in a dream, made all the stranger by Mr Blackwood’s calm attention. As she pulled the dress off one shoulder, though, revealing one lovely breast, she thought she discerned a slightly sharper than usual intake of breath from her observer, and a shift in position that suggested his hands were not merely resting in his lap but shielding from view his involuntary response to his game. As Katherine let the dress slip to the floor, she saw Mr Blackwood’s half smile turn into a more lustful look of concentration. She bent down to remove her shoes, but Mr Blackwood stopped her.

“No. Leave them on. I like you just like that.”

Katherine stood before Mr Blackwood, naked apart from her shoes. She deliberately held her arms by her side, allowing him to see her fully, refusing to allow him the victory of seeing her try to cover her bare flesh.

“Turn around—slowly.” She did as she was asked, relishing the appreciative sounds that escaped Mr Blackwood’s lips. “Come here. Stand in front of me.”

Her breasts swayed slightly as she stepped forward, and she felt Mr Blackwood’s eyes burning them as he admired their movement. Even naked before him, she knew she still retained balıkesir escort some degree of power over him, and her nipples grew hard in the few steps she took while he stared. He glanced lower for a second, then into her eyes. “I think you may be enjoying yourself a little too much,” he remarked, reaching one hand out. Katherine flinched slightly as his fingers plucked playfully at her dark thatch, then forced herself to relax. His fingers continued their unhurried exploration, running up and down her pink lips, feeling them start to swell and separate before one finger pushed its way into the soft entrance, feeling the telltale wetness that Katherine would have preferred to keep to herself on this occasion. As this invading finger probed into the sensitive flesh, curling back on itself to work the sensitive front wall of her passage, sending warm sensations deep into her core, Katherine was unable to suppress a sigh of pleasure. Immediately Mr Blackwood removed the delightfully invasive digit.

“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone,” he instructed. Katherine hesitated. “Unless you want to back out of your promise.” It was not simply the promise, but the hunger of her loins that forced Katherine to obey. Her hand took over where Mr Blackwood’s had abandoned her. Two fingers plunged deep inside her, reawakening the fire that had been ignited a moment before. She felt her fingers being grasped by the wet muscle and squeezed herself even tighter around them to increase the sensation as she slid them in and out, slowly at first, building the warm tense feeling inside her as she looked Mr Blackwood in the eye. His breathing increased in unison with hers. She remembered the previous week when these sensations were an unwelcome and involuntary effect of his toy, but now all she could think of was bringing herself to an explosive climax.

More! She needed more. A third finger joined the two already inside her, and she ground her palm against her inflamed button. She closed her eyes and reached her free hand out to steady herself as her legs weakened and she bent over, using the new position to increase the pressure, increase the pleasure that her hand was giving her. Flashes of light danced on the inside of her eyelids and she felt her body trembling. Her moans became louder and more urgent as she felt herself approaching her peak.

Suddenly her hand stopped moving. Something was stopping it. Katherine opened her eyes, staring wildly around. Mr Blackwood was gripping her wrist. She tried to grind herself against her unexpectedly motionless hand, but it was pulled clear of its target.

“Not yet,” she was told. “I haven’t had nearly enough fun with you yet.” Katherine felt her hard-won build up of pleasure draining away in a massive anticlimax. Her eyes settled for a moment on the hand she had used to steady herself and she felt a minor victory when she saw that she had been holding Mr Blackwood’s thigh, and that where her nails had dug in, small spots of blood were staining his breeches.

She had no time to see anything else, for Mr Blackwood led her to the curtained window and swiftly bound each wrist to a cord attached to the wall at the side of it. Secured as she was, were it not for the curtain, her nakedness would be on full display to anyone who happened to glance at the window. Her shelter against exposure was not to last however, for not only did Mr Blackwood draw the curtains, he reached over her naked shoulder and threw the window open, exposing her to the warm afternoon sun.

As Mr Blackwood’s hands reacquainted themselves with her body, tracing their way around her breasts, stroking the soft skin from her armpits to her elbows, back again to run down to her hips and onto her throbbing belly, pinching her nipples, plucking at them, Katherine saw that whatever Mr Blackwood’s advice to the gardener about the west side of the house, he was putting it into practice, for not twenty yards distant from the window where she was currently securely fastened, he was examining bartın escort one of the flowerbeds. Panicked, she turned her head to her captor. “Thomas is just down there!” she whispered fiercely.

“I know. Exciting, isn’t it?”

The strange thing was, it was rather exciting to be suspended naked above the head of a potential spectator who only had to glance up to witness a most unusual spectacle. And from the firm pressure on her naked buttocks through his breeches, clearly Mr Blackwood was also stirred by the thought. The pressure did not last long, however, as Mr Blackwood unfastened his breeches and released his member. With his hands firmly grasping Katherine’s hips, he used one foot to push her feet apart, and pulled her onto his rigid cock. Clearly he was in the mood to prolong his pleasure, for once inside her he paused, holding her to him, his flesh inside hers, filling her, recreating that familiar itch, the hunger for movement, for friction, but still he refused to satisfy her desires and his own. He pressed his strong chest against her back, cupping her breasts with his hands and kissing her neck, delicate little kisses in a chain from one ear, around the nape of her neck to the other ear. As he started to return, Katherine decided that she would have to take charge. She began tensing and relaxing her muscles, gripping and releasing the unmoving hard flesh inside her.

In response, Mr Blackwood began to thrust, gently at first, but enough to persuade Katherine that relief would be forthcoming. Long, slow strokes of his temperate and friendly weapon made her start to melt inside. If it wasn’t for the cords holding her arms and his hands, again gripping her hips, she would have fallen to the floor as for the second time that afternoon, her legs weakened with the increasing pleasure.

Mr Blackwood took one hand from her hip and, wrapping it in her hair, he pulled her head back, wetly pressing his hot mouth to her flushed cheek. As he started to drive harder into her, using her hair as a bridle, he pulled her back to meet his thrusts.

Momentarily forgetting her situation, Katherine allowed a groan of pleasure to explode out of her. She quickly clamped her jaw closed, but it was too late. Thomas, who had been gardening quietly, oblivious to the scene taking place just above him, was abruptly made aware of it as he sought out the origin of the noise he had heard. It took just a second for him to identify the window and the originator of the sound. Once he saw Katherine’s exquisite naked body, he quickly turned away. Of course he was unable to maintain such an honourable position; glancing over his shoulder, he realised that she knew he had seen her, and yet she was still there. He stared at her, slowly realising by the movement of her body what was happening to her.

Katharine was unable to take her eyes off the gardener. She was caught between shame in her nudity and pride in the effect that it was having on this man, for there was no doubt that Thomas was enjoying what he saw. The result of this on her was increased excitement and desire, and she pushed herself back onto Mr Blackwood’s cock with increasing force and frenzy, feeding her lust.

The pressure building inside her almost exploded instantly as she saw Thomas pull his own cock out and start playing with it. She, Katherine Hannard was driving a man to the pinnacle of lustful pleasure, and not only that, even at this distance she could see that while he might be scruffy in his everyday appearance, he had the most beautiful cock she had ever seen, no less than eight inches long, and so fat that his hand didn’t come close to wrapping itself around it.

Thomas’ hand stroked up and down his enormous prick, and Katherine matched his rhythm as she moved back and forth on that of Mr Blackwood. All the time, Thomas watched Katherine, and Katherine watched him, as did Mr Blackwood from his position behind her thrusting rump. Katharine’s now unstifled moans spurred Thomas on to faster movements of his hand up and down batman escort his leaping shaft, and still she matched his speed, plunging her ravenous hole brutally onto Mr Blackwood’s welcoming cock, the fire inside her, the pleasure of being watched, of being taken publicly, of being an arousing force, a sexual goddess driving her wild with desire.

As Thomas’ cock spurted its seed in a powerful jet across the flowerbeds he had been attending, Katherine screamed, her nails digging into the palms of her hands in fists of exultation as she felt her own pleasure culminate in a throbbing, pulsating, quivering surge of energy which shook her entire body causing Mr Blackwood to flood her with his own offering, pumping deep inside her before virtually collapsing on her back, semi-consciously kissing the sweat that had coated her as a result of her exertions. Katherine herself had collapsed and was hanging exhausted from her bonds.

Mr Blackwood withdrew his softening member from Katherine and fastened his breeches. Leaving her bound in the window, slowly returning to her senses, he stepped out of the room.

Katherine had just managed to regain her feet when she heard hushed voices approaching the door behind her. She twisted herself around in time to see Mr Blackwood leading Thomas into the room. Thomas was clutching his cap in both hands and looked nervous.

“When are you going to get another chance like this?” Mr Blackwood asked the young gardener, putting his arm around him and almost dragging him over so he stood directly behind Katherine. Katherine, now exposed to the sight of Thomas while in the same room could not hide her embarrassment and turned away to avoid his gaze.

“I don’t know, sir, it doesn’t seem right.” Thomas’ voice was quiet and it shook. It was hard to tell how much of this was due to desire, how much nerves, and how much embarrassment.

Whatever it was, the softness of his voice combined with the memory of his gorgeous cock had an extraordinary effect on Katherine. Once again she turned her head, looked Thomas in the eye and whispered “Do it.”

As Thomas fumbled to free his already rehardened member, Katherine spread her legs to prepare for the assault of this formidable assailant. He presented the tip at the entrance to her hole and started to push. Katherine gasped as she felt herself stretched. It felt like she was going to be torn in half, but Thomas’ surprising gentleness as he eased deeper and deeper into her warmth allowed her to accommodate his girth, and eventually the full length of his mighty cock, deeper than any man had ever thrust into her before. Once inside, he slowly began to rock back and forth, each stroke drawing a cry of anguished pleasure from his quarry, gradually increasing the violence of his thrusts as Katherine’s body adapted to its invader until, with his rough, strong hands kneading her breasts, he was driving his cock into her with all his might, no longer thinking about what he was doing but combining his primal instinct with hers as they worked towards a second climax.

Despite the rapid escalation of her excitement, Katherine managed to look around to see Mr Blackwood sat in his chair with what looked like a large book held in front of him, low enough so he could see the progress of the scene in front of him. Katherine turned back to the window to concentrate on the stimulation of Thomas’ enormous pounding cock inside her, turning her insides to a trembling, fiery mass of jelly. Now, each time he thrust was producing an ever louder scream of pure pleasure, culminating in a throbbing shriek as, for a second time she collapsed to hang in her bonds, except this time Thomas’ seed was not spurting onto flowerbeds, but shooting deep inside her aching, pulsating belly.

Thomas mumbled some words of thanks to which Katherine could only reply with unintended honesty “It was my pleasure.” The gardener then hurried out, leaving Katherine alone with Mr Blackwood. He walked over to her and held his book in front of her. It turned out to be a drawing pad on which was a surprisingly detailed and accurate sketch of her being attended to by Thomas.

“Quite a good likeness, I think,” commented Mr Blackwood. “I think I might have it framed. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll leave you there while I get a few more sketches. Too good an opportunity to miss, I’d say.”

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When I took my old friend Rita to a naturist spa (with my wife’s encouragement) I thought that it would probably be a one off. I had never expected her to go along with it, but she had adapted really quickly and seemed to enjoy it – I certainly enjoyed finding out what she looked like naked after many years of wondering, and although she was now in her 40s she had a body that many women 15 or 20 years younger would envy. It was a pleasant surprise when the next time turned out to be only a week later.

My wife, Jo, was working in Japan for a few months and we stayed in touch via Skype, and I knew that Rita had been in touch with her as well. I am pretty sure that Jo had encouraged Rita to take things further, but I was still surprised when Rita called and asked if I’d mind going with her to the same spa again on Friday evening. She had booked a massage with the Swedish masseuse that she’d chatted to last time, but wanted me to go along as she was still a bit uncertain about going on her own. Naturally I was delighted, and we agreed to meet after work on Friday.

We were both able to manage an early finish on Friday (poet’s day – Pissing Off Early, Tomorrow’s Saturday) and grabbed a quick bowl of noodles at a Japanese place before heading out to the spa. The same receptionist was working and was pleased to see Rita again so soon, and we were both buzzed in. There were a couple of older blokes in the bar area, and again Rita decided to use the private changing room at the back while I undressed in the main changing area. I was pleased to see one of the former hostesses, a slim and amazingly pretty woman of about 30, was paying one of her regular visits with her very lucky boyfriend. We said hello and she mentioned that some of her other friends would be along later, which was a nice bonus to look forward to.

When Rita emerged she was holding her towel over her arm – last time she had wrapped it around her body – and put it down while she put her things in her locker. For a woman who was normally fully covered from her neck down to her ankles, she looked very composed wearing nothing but her earrings. It was an hour or so until her massage, so we went into the bar area for a quick drink before spending a little time in the sauna. Rita just put her towel down on a stool, like me, and we both helped ourselves to a glass of water (the hostess was either busy elsewhere or hadn’t turned up yet).

The receptionist popped in to confirm the details of Rita’s appointment and also took her payment for the massage, and the sight of a very bare Rita chatting to a fully dressed woman caused a quick twitch in my cock. We stayed there for a few minutes chatting to aksaray escort the two older guys who were sitting there before heading back to the sauna. Back in the changing area I remarked to Rita that she seemed to be getting more comfortable in her skin.

‘Well, I’ve slept naked a couple of times this week. Jo said I should try it when I spoke to her – in fact she was surprised that I wore pyjamas at all. Have you two always slept naked?’

‘I’ve been sleeping naked for my entire adult life, and Jo has for as long as we’ve been together. I think most people do these days.’

‘It’s not the first time for me, but I’ve always been in the habit of wearing something in bed. I’m getting into sleeping naked, though – one evening I had a shower and didn’t bother to put anything on afterwards, just chilled out in my birthday suit for an hour or so before going to bed.’

‘Next thing you know you’ll be a full time nudist!’

I was enjoying the way that things were turning out. We went into the sauna and the former hostess and her boyfriend were already there, which I was pleased about. This is partly because she’s the kind of woman straight men hope will be there when they go to a naturist venue, but also because she’s possibly the best advert for women in naturism that you could hope for. I introduced her to Rita and, as I expected, the two of them were quickly lost in conversation. I exchanged a desultory word or two with her boyfriend (who’s a really nice guy and interesting to talk to in his own right), but we were both more interested in earwigging the ladies.

As I already mentioned, the former hostess (let’s call her Sue) is extremely attractive. She’s not quite as tall as Rita and is very slender, with small boobs and prominent pink nipples that seem to be permanently erect. She has mousy hair and a neatly trimmed pussy, good legs and a very cheeky backside. She worked at the spa for several years and is quite active with an organisation for younger naturists. If anybody could convince another woman to get into nudism, it’s her. I don’t remember everything they talked about, but after exchanging a few pleasantries Rita asked Sue about why she was into naturism.

Sue talked about how she got into naturism at university and had continued to explore it after she graduated. She had been keen on working at the spa and only stopped working there when her day job started taking up too much time. She also talked about how liberating she found social nudity, and was frank about what it was like to be almost the only young woman in most naturist environments. Usefully, she also talked about other naturist haunts amasya escort in and around London, giving some recommendations and also advising Rita of places to avoid (such as the swinger’s spa that I also visit from time to time).

A bit later the masseuse came in and asked Rita to come through, which gave me an hour or so to myself. I went back to the bar and got myself a cup of tea from the hostess, an impressively busty woman in her 20s who had been introduced to the spa by Sue and who was now retraining as a masseuse. I then went into a sort of chill out room that has recently been added, with low sofas and floor cushions, and the hostess joined me for a few minutes. She would be perfect casting as a big breasted barmaid and is generously built all round with designer stubble pubes. Anyway, she was very easy on the eye when she sat cross legged opposite me, and we chatted for a few minutes until she was needed elsewhere.

I sat there gently zoning for a while until Sue and her boyfriend came in with another couple. I vaguely recognised the thirty something man, but hadn’t met his Indian girlfriend before. She’s quite short, with nicely bouncy breasts and a full bush, and seemed very comfortable in a naturist environment. I lounged around for a while, chatting with the younger folk and enjoying the sight of Sue lying on her front, propped up on her elbows with her small boobs hanging down, while the Indian girl sat with one knee or the other drawn up to her chin giving a clear view of her untrimmed pussy.

A bit later Rita and the masseuse emerged again, and after they had both got themselves a drink they joined the little gathering and plonked themselves down on the last remaining sofa. There was an interesting contrast; the masseuse was blonde, with a deep natural tan and had firm boobs with pale nipples and a completely smooth pussy, while Rita had dark hair, pale skin, dark nipples and a black bush. Rita also seemed to be glowing slightly and it looked like she had found her hour long massage somewhat arousing.

There was a bit of desultory chat for a few minutes until the masseuse left to find her next client and Rita stretched out languorously on the sofa. The two couples left us to it and headed back into the sauna, and Rita told me that she felt absolutely amazing and once again thanked me for introducing her to this place. I told her that the pleasure was all mine (and it really was), and said that I would be happy to accompany her if she wanted to come back again or to try any different naturist venues or events.

Rita spent a bit longer sprawled like a soft porn model before she suggested going antalya escort back to the bar for a hot drink, and so we headed back. Once again Rita made no attempt to cover up, and I even had to remind her to pick up her towel. There were 4 or 5 men in the bar area, and the hostess was the centre of attention. Rita caused a few heads to turn as she stood in the middle of the room while we waited for our drinks, and chose to remain standing, leaning back on the counter and giving all the guys in the room the opportunity to get a good look at her. They all seemed to appreciate the view, some more blatantly then others, and she seemed more than happy to be looked at.

I wondered whether Rita would want to make a move fairly soon, but she didn’t seem to be in a hurry and I didn’t have anything much to rush home for. There was a quiz show on the TV in the lounge and everybody was trying to answer the questions before the contestants. People came and went, and at one point I was in the lounge with Rita, Sue, the Indian girl and the hostess all sitting around me – probably the first time I’ve been the only man surrounded by naked women at the spa, and I only wish it happened more often.

Before we knew it 10 o’clock had rolled around and the front door was closed. I’ve stayed that late once or twice before – they don’t close until 11.00, so there was no rush to leave – but I hadn’t expected Rita to want to stay so long after her massage. An unexpected bonus was that the receptionist disappeared into the back and stripped off, which hadn’t happened before when I was around. A couple of other guys were still using the sauna in the back, but apart from that it was just me, Rita and the remaining staff.

The receptionist for the evening was an Eastern European woman in her 30s with dark hair, rather pendulous tits and a neat landing strip between her legs. This was the first time that I had seen her naked, and it was a nice bonus to a very enjoyable evening. She headed back into the sauna for a while, then gave the hostess a hand clearing up. Once we finished our drinks we got dressed and headed out to the station. On the platform, Rita squeezed my arm and gave me a peck on the cheek, then said that she’d like to do this more often and maybe explore a few other possibilities for naked recreation.

Back home I had another interesting Skype chat with my dear wife on the other side of the world. She was very interested in all that had happened, especially that the massage had left Rita turned on. She seemed quite eager for me to help Rita to embrace her inner nudist and maybe bring out her exhibitionist streak, and said that she would catch up with Rita herself.

Once that had been dealt with, she got busy with her vibrator and we managed to come at the same time despite the 9 hour time difference. I fell asleep with images of all the delectable female flesh I’d seen running through my mind, and wondering where the current adventure would go next.

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I never found it awkward that I was the only girl at the table most game nights, in fact I kinda liked it. I was comfortable with the boys, but still somehow maintained my femininity. I mean, it didn’t hurt that I knew that most of the guys at the table would kill to be the one I went home with at the end of the night.

Something had gotten into me that night, as I sat there at the table. Maybe it was all the testosterone, maybe it was just that time of the month, but something had my mind racing. I couldn’t stop looking at all the guys, in turn, and thinking about how they’d react if they knew what I had in mind….

I scooted my chair, just slightly closer to yours and slipped my hand into your lap. You looked up, a little startled as my finger nails glided up the inside of your thigh, but you smiled at me anyway and went back to looking at your hand. I crossed my legs, and leaned your way just a little further, really letting my hand get in between your legs. And when I felt them slip apart just slightly, I knew I had the green light. Just that small nod to my deviance had me squeezing my legs together in excitement, and I let my fingers travel even further up the inside of your leg until I found what I was looking for.

As my fingers pressed gently against your shaft, I could feel you press back, your jeans getting tighter as you grew against my hand. I pressed my palm along your length, and let the heel of my hand glide all the way down your shaft as I looked over the cards in my free hand to see if anyone was the wiser. Fortunately, no one was… ardahan escort at least not to my knowledge.

I licked my lips and turned my gaze onto you, giving you a suggestive smile as my fingers tightened even further around your growing cock. I wondered to myself, if I could lower your zipper slow enough that it wouldn’t make a sound. But it was for nothing, because as I was sitting there contemplating it your hand came down to meet mine, and with a loud showy cough you quickly unzipped and allowed me to get at what I wanted.

I love the way your cock feels in my hand, feeling your throbbing head pressed against my palm, that thick, tightening skin as I slide my hand down your shaft. You drew in a sharp breath as my hand met your flesh, and you shifted somewhat awkwardly. I looked out across the table, to find a brow raised at me inquisitively. To which I replied to, with just a smile. It’s not like he doesn’t know that I’m a dirty girl, isn’t he the same guy who’s been sending me texts at work? He’s just jealous that he didn’t get the seat beside me.

I laugh, as I tighten my grip around your cock. The laugh may call some attention to myself, but at this point I could care less. I like them envying you, and more importantly, wanting me. You give me a scolding look, and I just smirk back at you. You lean over and whisper harshly in my ear, “I know what you want.” And I pull away to give you a nod.

Once again, my look turns to each of the other men at the table, who have all but forgotten about the cards in artvin escort their hands. And are looking curiously at us, still only able to speculate about what may or may not be going on under the table. I smile, unfold my legs and stand up letting them take in the sight as I pull my small shift of a dress up over my head and turn to lift myself onto the table in front of you. They’re speechless, but not you… you know what to say, you can always make a joke, “Excuse me boys, she just can’t seem to get enough.”

I can see figures moving in my peripheral, as each of them shift in their seats but not a single one of them moves away or protests. But my eyes never leave yours as you stand, and pull your already undone pants down so that they hit the floor at your feet. Scooting my ass closer to the edge of the table, I’d part my thighs and just look down the front of my body drawing your eyes to my already glistening cunt.

You reach out, and part my pretty pussy lips with your thumb, drawing it up my slit to just barely press against my swollen clit. I let out a slow shuddering breath, and ease myself back onto the table so that I can look into all of their eyes as they watch me, and shift in their seats awkwardly. The hungry looks they give me cause me to press my hips down against your hand, and moan just slightly. “Fuck.” is all I breath, and then without a word you bring yourself towards me and slap that beautiful cock down onto my sensitive clit, causing me to gasp. “Please don’t tease me.” I manage. And it’s then, that you bodrum escort reach down and guide the head of your dick towards my opening and thrust yourself deep inside of me.

My back arches, and I reach up to grab a hold of your shoulder. Gripping you as my body spasms beneath you. I keep my eyes closed as I grind down against your cock, and you let me work myself up on it. And because my eyes are still closed, I don’t know who it is when I feel a mouth cover one of my oh so sensitive nipples. I don’t care who’s it is though, I just lay my hand on the back of his head and encourage him to kiss and lick as I moan out my first orgasm.

From beside me, I hear a quiet, “Oh fuck.” And it brings a smile to my lips knowing that the boys are enjoying the show. I turn my head in that direction and finally open my eyes, to see one of them standing, gawking at me with a thirsty look in his eye and his hand pressing against the bulge in his pants. I reach out across the table and let my finger tips just barely graze the front of his jeans giving him all the encouragement he needs to unzip them and release the cock I know he so desperately wants to. And it has a domino effect, cause just after, I hear two more zippers quickly open.

I giggle to myself, and roll my head back to look up at you, still hovering over me, your cock buried deep in my pussy. I smile and tighten my legs around your back, letting you continue thrusting now that I’ve settled the rest of the party. I close my eyes and I can just imagine all of them, standing around with their cocks in their hands, watching me as you use my body for their viewing pleasure.

I blink as I hear, “Trix… it’s your turn.” and feel your elbow press into my ribs. I blush as I look at the cards in my hand, and then around at the table to see if anyone could tell what I had just been fantasizing about.

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