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“Okay Maria, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to not talk and think about sex all the time if we have one night every so often where we can live out one of our fantasies.”

“All right, I can live with that as long as it keeps you from asking every other night!”

Maria sighed. She had been a homemaker and Mom for the past twelve years. Now she had a part time job that took up her daytime hours, leaving moments alone with Nick few and far between. She really would have loved to spend more time with him, but where would the time come from: her job, her children, or her housework?

Nick had worked hard the past twelve years as a building manager, keeping hours that took him away from home for twelve hours a day. They both knew that his hard work put their future in good shape as far as their finances and retirement plans were concerned. It was a good thing too, because that lifestyle came to an end earlier this year when his company was bought out. Maria didn’t want to take the children out of the local school system, so Nick turned down a relocation offer and, with that, the job. Now he worked a few days per week as a local contractor while he waited for a better offer. Maria decided it was best to take on a job even though Nick dismissed the urgency.

As Nick watched Maria getting ready for work one morning he thought about how fantastic she still looked. At thirty-six, her curly blond/brown hair fell down onto her shoulders like golden silk chains, accentuating her smooth tanned skin and the soft lines of her figure. Nick always wondered where she inherited her complexion since she wasn’t Latino. Maria was actually of Irish, Italian and Dutch descent. The combination seemed to bring out the best of all those nationalities. It wasn’t that she was long and lean like a model – she was barely five-foot three inches tall, with a body more reminiscent of a gymnast, but Maria’s somewhat large round firm breasts were a departure from that image.

The combination of her long golden locks, large breasts, flat stomach, and full round butt cheeks, always generated attention. Nick knew what other guys were thinking, but Maria ignored the stares. Nick could tell that Maria was faithful to him, even during all those years of long hours. As Nick looked up from his coffee, he remembered overhearing two guys at a company picnic comment about his wife.

“Now that woman could punish you in the sack.” Said one.

“Look at that booty. She could punish me any time!” The other had replied.

Nick had some great sex with Maria over the years, but certainly not at a rate commensurate with her looks. His long hours and Maria bringing up the children had severely curtailed their sex life. He naively thought it would eventually go back to the way it was when they dated; four or five times a week. Instead, it was now twelve years later and he watched her come and go to her new job, play with the children at night, and do a few chores. With little leisure time left and even less chance of privacy in their nice, but small, ranch-style home, Nick and Maria didn’t have much chance for romantic interludes. The children slept in the adjoining rooms and sometimes popped up during the night, which made Maria reluctant to start things she couldn’t finish. It wasn’t that she didn’t like sex. On the contrary, Maria would really go off when she got going and she knew stopping was not an option at a certain point.

Nick thought of the comments he heard at that picnic. Maria WAS punishing when she got going! He loved how dirty she would get and the volume that accompanied her pleasure. The thought invoked memories of when they first moved in together. A friend in the next apartment had asked him, “What the hell were you guys doing last night? There were some pretty wild sounds coming through the wall, Nick!”

That only escalated Nick’s search to buy a home and barely four months later, Maria announced that she was pregnant. Nick loved his children, but really wished he had had some time alone with Maria in the new house before the children were born. They still had their moments, but Maria rarely left the children alone with babysitters and neither of them really had a support system. Maria’s family was in California and Nick’s was in Virginia, hours from their Pennsylvania home.

Nick reflected back on twelve years and how their new circumstances would affect their lives. Nick had more time to spend with Maria, but now it was her schedule that precluded them from the intimate moments Nick yearned for. Little did he know that they were about to discover an entirely new side of their sex life, one that Nick would not have imagined he’d delight in and one that caused Maria to abandon her demure nature.

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Maria was cleaning the house, getting ready for some guests they were planning to have over later that day. The children were playing at a friend’s house, leaving Nick and Maria alone to catch up on some chores. Maria asked Nick to help out and clean the main bathroom. He ordu escort obliged, but he wasn’t the most careful person and overwhelmed the room with cleaning chemicals. This forced him to open the large shutter style bathroom windows that opened onto the yard to air the room.

Nick was outside trimming the grass an hour later when he heard the shower through the open bathroom window. The windows were almost always closed because the shower was adjacent to them. There were no curtains because the glass was painted for modesty.

Maria had left it open this time to air out the smell of the cleaning solvent, but she needed to shower before she went to pick up the children. From Nick’s perch in the back yard he could see his wife reach out to gauge the water temperature then drop her robe before stepping into the shower. He could see her quite clearly from his vantage point. The yard sloped upward and put him level with the window. Nick stood and admired her torso and her breasts, which sloped out and hung above her midsection like sand dunes over a plain. They were firm and round; yet their size, complimented by her smooth skin, made them look invitingly soft.

“She’s got the nicest tits in the world.” Nick thought. He watched Maria’s breasts rise as she shampooed her hair; he started getting hard watching her as she showered. She looked like an exotic dancer as the soap cascaded down her body.

Nick was expecting Maria to look up and see him staring from the yard. He even waved at her when she turned toward the open window, but she never responded. How could she? Without her glasses she was virtually blind!

“Wow. Someone could stand out here watching her and she’d never know it!” He mumbled to himself. For some reason, Nick felt a little twitch in his privates at the thought.

Maria stepped out of the shower and dried her hair. She was framed in the window like a renaissance portrait. Nick was hard as a rock now and wanted to ravage her. Maria finally noticed him when he called to her as he approached the open window.

Startled, she began to cover her body before Nick shouted, “Don’t do that, I’m enjoying the view!”

“Naughty boy!” Although surprised, Maria was feeling playful and moved closer to the open window.

“Wow, you really do have some seriously nice tits!” Nick howled.

Maria rocked her shoulders back and forth making her breasts sway from side to side.

“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” Nick added in his best Chris Rock imitation.

“Alright, show’s over, I’ve got to get ready soon, bye!” She laughed and moved away from the window, but the sight spurred Nick to ask Maria to leave them open whenever it was appropriate. Much to Nick’s delight, Maria agreed.

Nick noticed that Maria must’ve liked the feeling of the open windows. After a few weeks, they were left open whenever she was sure the children weren’t in the yard. Nick noticed they were even left open while he was away at work. The thought of her alone and naked to the world should have concerned him, but he found it a powerful aphrodisiac instead.

Whenever he could, whether early mornings or late nights, Nick would perch himself outside and watch Maria when she showered. He felt like a Peeping Tom even though he was peeping on his own wife. Since she couldn’t see much without her contact glasses, he wondered if Maria would notice if he took some photographs. To his surprise, he was able to take some really great photos of Maria in the shower. She looked straight out toward him a few times, but showed no recognition of him standing there. Some of the pictures were so good and her figure so beautiful, he was tempted to show someone. He knew he wouldn’t, but his erection grew hard whenever he’d think about another man seeing them. Nick wasn’t sure why this idea was making him so excited because he had always wanted Maria all to himself.

A few weeks after the clandestine photo shoot, Nick and Maria decided to catch up on some landscaping. The kids were at friends again and Maria wanted to plant some new shrubs near the house. Nick planned on mowing the lawn. It was quite hot that day and Nick made sure they opened the shower windows before they began their chores.

“Have something in mind?” Maria teased him.

“Well, one can only hope we have some time left over for, uh?”

“We’ll see!” She squeezed his arm as they readied for their yard work.

Maria looked kind of sultry in her cotton shorts and tank top. She was wearing less than she normally would if she knew someone other than Nick would present, but was subconsciously baiting Nick for later.

As he clipped the trees at his property line Tim, the next-door neighbor, noticed them and started up a conversation with Nick. The two men were not close friends, but were neighborly and helpful to each other. As the conversation went on Nick invited Tim through the thicket between their properties and into Nick’s yard.

Both men stopped briefly in admiration as they moved osmaniye escort into Nick’s yard, about twenty feet from Maria. Although normally modest, Maria was sometimes oblivious that her movements could be seen as sexual. She was leaning over the new shrub, her legs locked at the knees as she bent over. The effect was that her fine bottom was high in the air above her body as her breasts were suspended above the shrub. It looked more like an aerobics stretching routine.

It was obvious to Nick what they both were thinking with that pause, but he couldn’t argue with the reason. Maria noticed them, looked up and wiped the dirt off her hands. In her typical tomboy behavior she thought nothing of wiping her hands down her shirt. The dirt and sweat caused the tank top to cling to her body, making the outline of her breasts very apparent and very appealing. Nick thought that Tim might be thinking the same thing.

“Hey, it’s pretty hot, why don’t you take a break?” He cautioned, more for her attire than her health. At the same time, her display, with Tim next to him, made Nick tingle again.

“Good idea. I’m going inside. It’s very sticky out here in this heat. You’d better get that lawn done before it gets too hot.”

“Okay. Go inside and relax. A nice shower will make you feel brand new.” He volunteered, thinking happily about their prior plans.

Maria looked at him quizzically, knowing they opened the windows. ‘Funny he said that with Tim standing there?’ She thought.

Maria made her way into the bathroom and, noticing the open windows, felt a little naughty knowing they might both still be out there.

‘After he ditches Tim, Nick will get a nice surprise when he wanders back over here!’ She thought wickedly.

While he was talking with the neighbor, Nick’s ears picked up the sound of the shower through the open window. His ears were now tuned to the sound like Pavlov’s dog. He looked over to the house and noticed the bathroom window was wide open. Nick was having conflicting feelings as he stumbled through his conversation with Tim.

‘Didn’t she realize the window was open? She must. Even though Tim’s out here with me!’

“Hey, Nick? I think the heat’s getting to you. I don’t think you’ve heard a word I’ve said the past minute?” Tim interrupted his thoughts.

“What? Oh sorry, my mind wanders when it’s this hot.” He laughed. The thought of Maria in the shower while Tim was in the yard made his erection grow. For some reason, thinking of another man seeing his wife in that shower excited Nick and he did something he never thought he would do.

“Hey Tim, come over by the house for a second while I dump some mulch on those new shrubs that Maria planted.”

Tim followed, and as they got closer, Nick lined them up so that they could see Maria. As they came within twenty feet of the house Nick heard, “Oh my!”

Tim stopped himself, not wanting Nick to know that he could see his wife in the shower. It was a very clear view. Nick pretended he didn’t noticed.

“Uh, I’d better get going, Nick.” Tim said nervously. “I’ve got to finish some chores.”

“Just a second while I get this done. Then I’ll come over and give you a hand.” Nick leaned down and worked the mulch around the plant looking up every twenty seconds or so to see Tim staring at the bathroom window.

Tim averted his eyes whenever Nick turned his head up toward him, but he couldn’t help returning his eyes to the window whenever he thought Nick wasn’t watching. Tim watched Maria’s beautiful tits sway as she showered. The lather flowing down her chest was almost too much to take. He could see it cascade over her hips and was amazed at how firm and round her bottom was.

Meanwhile, Maria was about to remove her glasses when she saw her husband and Tim walking toward her. ‘Oh my God!’ She thought at first. ‘I can’t believe it. He’s still with Nick and they’re coming this way!’

She moved to close the windows before they got too near, but realized it would bring her directly in front of the window just when they arrived. A moment of panic went through her, but by then it was too late to change anything. ‘Would Nick be upset that she left the window open knowing Tim was out there? But he did tell me to jump in the shower.’ Her thoughts conflicted, but their proximity excited her more than she expected. Her nipples grew very hard and a fire erupted between her legs. Maria didn’t know why, she was not attracted to Tim, but the situation was quite exhilarating.

So Maria resigned herself to this display. In fact, she put on a masterful exhibition as she soaped and played with her breasts, gently rocked her tits back and forth while she shampooed her hair, all while trying not to appear as though she had an audience

Nick knew Tim was maybe seeing too much of a good thing when he saw Tim’s expression change to disbelief and start adjusting his crotch. Just as Nick stood up, Maria turned off the shower and opened the shower door. The change in sound sinop escort caused Nick to turn toward the window and gave Tim an excuse to look over to where he was already looking.

“Oh my!” Tim let out at the same time as Nick was saying, “Oh shit, we left them open!”

Tim spun his back to the window and signaled Nick to follow him.

“Quick, before she sees us!”

“She won’t.” Nick piped up. She can’t see a thing without her glasses.

Tim took that opportunity to turn back just in time to see Maria pull a towel around her head.

“You’re kidding?” He said as he stared in disbelief.

“No I’m not, but that wasn’t an invitation to look more!” Nick feigned incredulously. “Oh no, I didn’t mean to … I was just surprised. I’d better get back, I’ll talk to you later. Sorry about this whole thing!” Tim said nervously. He didn’t want Nick to take out any of his six-foot, one hundred ninety pounds, on him.

In fact, Nick found it surprisingly exciting that Tim had seen Maria. He returned to the house and stood up on his toes looking into the window. Maria was still drying off. He could see her full figure as she combed her golden curls. He shook his head in appreciation as he watched her tight round bottom.

“Maria, the window’s wide open. I could see you in the shower from out in the yard!”

“I know.” She giggled. “Did you like that?”

“Like it? My dick is killing me!”

“I thought you were throwing me a little hint when you mentioned that a shower would make me feel brand new. I really got excited thinking of you out there staring at me.” Maria’s face went from excited giggle to a wanton look by the time she finished speaking.

“I sure did! So did the neighbor.”

“What?” Maria didn’t let on that she knew Tim had seen her too, “What do you mean – not Tim?”

“Well, we wandered over here for a few minutes.”

“I can’t believe you brought him over! Didn’t you see the window open?” Maria sounded like she was admonishing him, but she started feeling all tingly thinking he may have done it on purpose.

“Not until I looked up from the new shrub and saw him staring.”

“Oh my God, how long was he watching?”

“I don’t know, but I wish I was watching as long as he was!”

“Nick, he just saw me naked and you act as though it was no big deal.”

“Maybe it would be, if I wasn’t so excited myself!”

Nick watched Maria’s face change color and her mood change to match.

“Then come inside and I’ll get you even more excited!” She purred as her tongue pressed against her upper lip.

“I have an even better idea. Why don’t you come to the backdoor?”

“Yeah, right!”

“No, really. Just a quick flash.” Nick’s voice grew more serious.

“Someone might see me! Wasn’t Tim seeing me proof enough?”

“I know, but…”

“You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Sure am.”

“And suppose he comes back out?”

“I’m willing to take that chance.”

When Maria heard that, her loins went on fire. To think that Nick wanted her to expose herself! She would never have imagined doing this, but the episode in the shower had her feeling quite aroused already.

Nick watched as Maria’s nude figure appeared at the backdoor. He motioned for her to open it. Maria scanned the yard, didn’t see anyone other than Nick, and opened the door baring her body to the outside world. Nick’s heart was pounding as his sexy five foot three inch wife stood in the doorway showing her considerable curves in broad daylight. Nick went rock hard instantly. He ran up to the door, took Maria in his arms, and carried her just inside the doorway. He pulled off his shorts and pressed himself against Maria. She responded in kind. The heat was building up between them, as they started kissing and touching.

“I never knew you were such an exhibitionist.” He said as his lips made their way around her neck and shoulders.

“I guess I am now. Do you like that Nick?” Maria said very seductively as she took hold of his manhood.

“I do now!” Nick began to passionately kiss his wife. He pushed her left leg up against her body, and pressed his sex against hers.

“Does it turn you on, exposing yourself like that? Nick’s heavy breath begged her.

“Yes! It… it does.” Her breath was heavy as Nick entered her warmth. “Mmmhh!”

“Is that what you really like Maria?” Nick egged her on as his pace quickened.

“If it turns you on like this, yes!” Maria started losing herself. “Mmmmh! Ooh! Your cock feels so good inside me!”

Nick thrust harder into Maria, lifting her off the floor at one point.

“Oooh! Oh my ffffff… Ggggonna cum.” Maria’s voice echoed through the room into the back yard where Tim was straining to hear more.

Nick couldn’t stop talking about that experience with Maria. She had good memories of it too, but wanted to derail his constant requests for another encounter. It was at this point in their lives that Nick and Maria agreed to allow themselves some fantasy time every few weeks in return for his silence on the matter. They both knew that her exhibitionism was at the root of all the fantasies. “Okay Maria, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to not talk and think about sex all the time if we have one night every so often where we can live out one of our fantasies.”

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“So, he asked you, right?” Tanya looked at Joan with an expectant look on her face. The blond cradled her books in her left arm. Her right hand rested on her hip.

“Who asked me what?” Joan pulled her binder and biology text book out of her locker.

“Aaron, dummy!” exclaimed the pretty blond. “He asked you to the prom, didn’t he?”

“Oh, that.” Joan sounded less than enthusiastic. “No, he didn’t.” She shut her locker door.

“What!” Tanya was obviously disappointed. “I thought that was why he wanted to talk to you.”

“No, Aaron wanted to ask about Father O’Connor,” Joan replied.

Tanya wrinkled up her nose in distaste. “Why was he asking about gross old Father O’Connor?”

“He used to be one of Father O’Connor’s altar boys,” Joan shrugged.

David approached the two girls and put his arm around Tanya, giving her a kiss on the cheek. “So June, did the hobbit ask you to the prom?”

“For the last time, her name is JOAN, stupid!” Tanya slapped her boyfriend on the arm. “And the hobbit’s name is Aaron. And no he didn’t. He was asking about Father O’Connor.”

“Oh? So no prom date then?” David asked.

“It doesn’t matter. I don’t even want to go,” Joan said as the three of them headed off down the hallway.

“I’m still open to us going as a threesome,” David offered.

“No thanks,” Joan said as they entered Mr. Selter’s biology class.

“Why don’t YOU ask HIM?” Tanya suggested.

“‘Him’ who?” Joan asked as she took her seat at the back of the room.

“Aaron!” Tanya whispered in exasperation as she pointed to the brown haired boy near the front of the class.

“No!” David interjected. “The hobbit’s only interested in old men.”

“What are you talking about?” Tanya asked sounding annoyed.

“Instead of asking out Joan to the prom, he only wanted to know about Father O’Connor. You said he used to serve as an altar boy. Who knows what sorts of ‘services’ he used to provide.” David said suggestively.

“David, that’s gross!” Tanya scolded her boyfriend.

“Hey, it wouldn’t be the first time that a Catholic priest demanded ‘extra favors’ from a young boy,” David said.

“Uh! You’re the worst!” groaned Tanya.

“Yeah, but I’m the best at being the worst. And that’s why you love me!” said David with a cheeky grin.

“Yeah …” Tanya conceded reluctantly. She leaned over and the young couple gave each other a kiss on the lips.

Joan looked away as she rolled her eyes. Since she had quit working at the rectory the previous evening, she would no longer be required to put up with Lil and Father Ben’s affections. But unfortunately at school, she was forced to witness Tanya and David’s gestures of love. It was not that Joan minded being single. But she did not enjoy having other people’s romances shoved in her face.

When Joan went to the rectory the night before, Lil had not been there. However, because the teenager had used insulting words to disparage the other woman, Father Ben had severely disciplined Joan. He had given her a humiliating spanking. And he topped off her punishment by shoving a rosary up her backside. Joan had been forced to walk home with the little grey prayer beads shifting around up inside of her back passage.

The entire experience had made her angry and embarrassed. However, while Joan would never admit it out loud to anyone, there was a small part of her that had felt secretly excited by the sadistic punishment administered by the impure priest. Sitting at her desk in biology class, she could feel herself becoming wet between her legs.

Glancing over at the smooching young couple next to her, Joan could not help but feel irritated that she did not have someone with whom she could explore the amorous feelings that she was experiencing. Joan was very skillful with her own fingers and her vibrator. But Father Ben’s touches had brought her arousal to a whole other level. However, she was not longer working at the rectory. So Father Ben would probably never lay his hands on her again.

“Alright class, today we’re continuing our talk about viruses,” said Mr. Selter. “Who can tell me about rabies?”

Joan flipped open her textbook and quickly began skimming through the assigned chapter. She was so exhausted and sleep deprived, she had not been able to wake up early enough to do her homework. Being so unprepared, she hoped her teacher would not call on her.

“Doing some last minute reading, are we Miss Hubert?” Mr. Selter strolled down the aisle between the rows of desks and stopped in front of Joan.

She sheepishly looked up. “Sorry, Mr. Selter. But I had to work last night. And then I had alot of trouble sleeping. So I couldn’t get up in time to do my homework.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Joan. But that’s no excuse.”

“But Mr. Selter …”

“Come see me after class,” the teacher said sternly.

A number of students jokingly jeered. Joan scowled at her teacher as she slumped down in her desk. Recently it seemed as though nothing was going her way.

She was just about to object to having to stay after school kilis escort because she had her part-time job to get to. But then she reminded herself that she no longer had a part-time job.

David leaned over Tanya’s desk. “Hey Jan, tough break,” he whispered.

“Her name is JOAN!” his girlfriend reprimanded at him.

Joan grimaced. Was she so unpopular that even her best friend’s boyfriend could not remember her name? She was sick and tired of feeling invisible. Except for when she was getting into trouble.

Joan spent the next forty minutes or so sulking in her seat at her desk. She was barely listening to the biology lesson. She was too preoccupied by her anger and envy toward Father Ben and Lil. She was annoyed that Mr. Selter was going to keep her after class. She even found her best friend’s lovey-dovey behavior obnoxious.

Suddenly Joan was hit by a sudden urge to do something crazy. If Mr. Selter insisted that she stay after the lesson, then Joan was going to make sure to keep things interesting. She raised her hand.

“Yes Joan?” the instructor said looking at her.

“Mr. Selter, may I please go to the bathroom?”

“Fine,” he replied.

Joan slipped out of her desk and exited the classroom. She made her way down the hall to the nearest girl’s restroom. She entered the first empty stall and locked the door.

Joan reached under her skirt and pulled off her underwear. She balled up the undergarment as tightly as she could and shoved it into the pocket of her cardigan. Being bare under her skirt reminded her of the previous evening when Father Ben had forced her to walk home without returning her panties to her. She had felt extremely vulnerable and exposed. But she had also felt undeniably turned on.

She quickly left the bathroom and returned to her biology class.

“Anger and aggression,” said a redheaded girl sitting on the right hand side of the room.

“Good Amber,” nodded Mr. Selter. “People who’ve contracted the rabies virus can indeed behave in a more aggressive and angry fashion. What are some other symptoms of rabies?”

“Muscle spasms and weird positions,” said a blond boy in the center of the room. “Or sometimes they can’t move at all. Like they have paralysis or something.”

“That’s right,” said the science teacher. “Anything else?”

“Agitated movements and convulsions brought on by seizures,” said a brunette who was sitting next to the redhead.

“Correct Lisa,” Mr. Selter smiled. “Any other symptoms?”

“Confusion, strange thoughts, hallucinations,” Aaron listed off. “Also, sometimes they’re too sensitive to bright lights, sound and touch.”

“Very good,” the biology instructor praised. Then looking toward the back of the room, he saw the tall athletic boy next to Tanya put up his hand. “Yes David?”

“Seems to me like these people need a priest, not a doctor. This sounds like something straight out of The Exocist,” the dark haired boy quipped, making a few of his his classmates giggle.

“Well,” Mr. Selter chuckled, “people with rabies may look like they’re possessed. But I can assure you that they’re strange behavior is definitely caused by a virus and not a demon. The rabies virus scrambles the signals in the brain. So that the wrong signal will be delivered to the wrong area of the body. That’s why people and animals infected with rabies behave so bizarrely.” Then looking over at the blond girl who had just raised her hand, he said, “Yes, Tanya?”

“What’s the cure?” she inquired.

“It’s extremely important that if you are ever bitten by an animal – like a dog or a bat – you must go to the hospital right away and get a rabies shot,” their teacher said gravely. “Once an organism starts showing symptoms of rabies, it’s usually too late,” he explained. “Then your only option will be to call a priest … for last rights.”

A few students snickered at their teacher’s dark joke. However, their amusement was interrupted by the ringing of the bell out in the hall.

“Okay class, that’ll have to do for today,” Mr. Selter loudly said over the noise of the bell and the shuffling of the students getting up from their desks. “Tomorrow we’ll continue our discussion of viruses. Please read the next chapter in your textbooks.”

As Joan watched her classmates exit the room, she wondered if it would be possible for her to sneak out with them. However, her teacher came up to her and said, “Miss Hubert, would you like to take a seat at the front of the room?”

It did not really seem like a request that Joan could refuse. So she arose from her desk and trudged to the front of the classroom.

“See you tomorrow,” Aaron said, giving her a sympathetic smile. He grabbed his books and said good-bye to his teacher as he left the room.

Joan sat down in Aaron’s recently vacated chair and carelessly tossed her binder and textbook onto the surface of the desk. Mr. Selter took his seat behind his own large imposing teacher’s desk at the front of the room under the blackboard.

“Joan, what’s going on?” Mr. Selter leaned forward. kırklareli escort He looked genuinely concerned.

“Nothing Mr. Selter,” Joan coyly replied, cocking her head to the side.

“Joan, it’s not like you to just not do your homework.”

“I’m sorry Mr. Selter. But I’ve been having nightmares the last three nights in a row,” Joan honestly responded.

Mr. Selter furrowed his brow as he looked at Joan. “Is this about your father? Would you like to talk about it?”

“No!” Joan said sharply. She could see the pity in her teacher’s eyes. And if there was one thing Joan did not care for, it was being pitied. “Why does everything have to be about my fucking father? He died a year and a half ago. It isn’t exactly a fresh wound.”

“There’s no need to use that kind of language, Joan.”

“Sorry Mr. Selter,” she mumbled. “But no, it isn’t about my father.”

“Then what do you think is causing your bad dreams?”

Jealousy. Hormones. Sexual frustration. Being an eighteen year old virgin. Seeing my classmates hookup with each other. Watching the man, who I’m most attracted to, shamelessly flirt with a slutty redhead, Joan bitterly thought to herself. But she said none of these things out loud.

“Come on, Joan,” Mr. Selter gently coaxed. “You must have some idea as to why you’re having nightmares.”

Joan simply shrugged as she shifted down in her seat and slowly opened her thighs. Gently placing her fingers on the fabric covering her lap, she gradually and steadily pulled up her skirt.

“Joan, do you have someone who you could talk to? An older friend? A teacher or a coach? Maybe one of our guidance counselors could …” Mr. Selter’s voice trailed off as his gaze drifted downwards. His eyes widened as he nervously swallowed. He then quickly brought his eyes back up to Joan’s face and he abruptly cleared his throat. “Um … as I was saying … do you … uh … do you have someone who you could … uh … talk to?”

Joan smiled as listened to her teacher stutter and ramble. “Isn’t that what we’re doing right now, Mr. Selter? Talking?” Joan asked sweetly.

“Well, I mean … um … someone to talk to who you … uh … could really open up to,” Mr. Selter awkwardly explained.

Smirking, Joan splayed her legs a little wider. “I feel perfectly comfortable opening up to you, Mr. Selter.”

Mr. Selter nervously cleared his throat. “Joan, I don’t like to think the worst of people. So I’m just going to assume that you … uh … don’t realize that … your … um …”

“I don’t realize … what … Mr. Selter?” Joan asked wide eyed with mock innocence. She pulled her skirt up a little higher.

Then, regaining some sense of authority, the biology teacher’s face grew stern. “Joan, close your legs,” he commanded.

“Why? Aren’t you enjoying the view, Mr. Selter?” Joan batted her eyelashes and pouted her lips ever so slightly.

“Whether or not I’m enjoying the view is irrelevant. I’m a teacher and you’re a student. And your behavior right now is highly inappropriate. Now close your legs!”

Joan grudgingly brought her thighs together. “You know Mr. Selter, I’ve already turned eighteen.”

“That doesn’t change the fact that I’m your teacher,” he replied.

“Are you married, Mr. Selter?” Joan slowly stood up and leisurely made her way toward the teacher’s large wooden desk at the very front of the room.

“No Joan, I’m divorced. But I don’t see what that has to do with anything.”

Joan perched herself on the side of his desk. “Do you have a girlfriend?” She allowed her skirt to ride up just a little too high, revealing a scandalous amount of her tanned legs.

“No Joan, I do not have a girlfriend. But again, that information isn’t relevant to this conversation.” However, as he spoke, his eyes wandered down to his pupil’s olive toned thighs.

“So let me get this straight, Mr. Selter.” Joan pulled back her shoulders, causing her modest bust to jut out. “You’re divorced and you don’t have a girlfriend. I’m single and I’m eighteen. And it’s pretty obvious that you like what you see.”

“For the last time Joan, I am your teacher and this behavior is unacceptable. We have to keep things professional between us.” However, his gaze remained fixed on her legs.

“I won’t tell anyone if you won’t. It can be our little secret. And besides, we’re not hurting anyone, are we?” Joan swung her legs around so they hung off the side of the desk nearest to her teacher. Once again she parted her legs and began to slowly hike her skirt up toward her hips.

“Joan,” Mr. Selter whispered, “what are you doing? This isn’t like you.” His mouth dropped open in a quiet gasp as her naked womanhood was once again revealed.

“When was the last time you had sex, Mr. Selter?”

“Six months ago,” he absentmindedly murmured. Then his eyes widened in horror at the realization of what he had just admitted to. Quickly he said, “I shouldn’t have told you that.” He closed his eyes and shook his head, silently chastising himself.

“It’s alright karabük escort Mr. Selter, I won’t mention it to anyone.” Joan spoke in a low soothing voice.

“Joan, that’s not the point …”

“Six months,” Joan cut him off. “That’s a long time for a man to go without sex.”

“For a man?” He looked up at her inquisitively. “Isn’t six months without sex a long time for anyone? Isn’t that a long time for a woman to not have sex?”

Joan shrugged her shoulders. “I wouldn’t know.”

“Why wouldn’t you know? I mean, you’re a woman. A very young woman,” he quickly added, sounding uncomfortable.

“I’ve never had sex before,” Joan truthfully answered. “I’m a virgin, Mr. Selter.”

He looked up at her youthful face with a baffled expression. “If you’re a virgin, then why are you acting like this, Joan?”

“Because maybe I don’t want to be a virgin anymore. Maybe I want to gain some experience. And just think, Mr. Selter, imagine how tight I am down there.” She nodded down at the exposed flesh between her legs.

The science teacher stared at the folds of tissue situated between her firm bronze thighs. Her plump outer lips were mostly hidden by dark downy curls. However, Joan had spread her legs so wide apart, her labia minora lay open and exposed in the middle of her bush. The hairless inner lips were a deep rose color, like the petals of a dark pink peony. They looked moist as they gaped open, revealing the entrance to Joan’s wet passage. The surrounding skin appeared to be shiny and slick as arousal fluid leaked out of her. Above her feminine opening, where her labia came together, was her little nub. However, it did not stay little for long as it filled with blood and became more and more engorged.

“Do you want to touch it, Mr. Selter?”

The older man let out a long low exhale. “Yes …” he replied in a voice that was so quiet, it was almost inaudible.

“Go on Mr. Selter,” Joan encouraged. “I want you to touch me. I want you to feel me.”

“Joan, I shouldn’t …”

“We’re not doing anything wrong, Mr. Selter. And besides, I want you to.”

“Joan …”

“I want to feel you touching me, Mr. Selter.”

Holding her skirt up around her waist with her left hand, Joan brought her right hand down between her legs. She ran her fingers through her damp pink nether lips. She then slipped her middle finger into her slippery sheath. It effortlessly slid right in, assisted by all of her natural lubrication. Mesmerized, Mr. Selter looked on in fascination.

“Mr. Selter, don’t you want to know what this feels like?”

Her teacher only nodded in reply.

“Go on,” she urged.

It was as if a switch had been flicked inside of the older man. Suddenly he leaned forward in his chair, bringing his face right up close to Joan’s privates. Slowly, but assertively, he placed his left hand on the inside of her thigh. His finger tips dug into her flesh, making sure that her legs would remain open.

Wanting an unobstructed view of her intimate area, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her right hand away from her groin. But before discarding the hand completely, he first brought it to his lips and enveloped her middle finger in his mouth – the finger, which had just been inside of her pussy. As he sucked on her digit, he licked it clean of her juices.

“I like the way you taste,” he told her.

Joan could not help but blush. It was true that she had been the aggressor in this situation. However, she could still not quite believe that her teacher had actually given in to her advances. She was somewhat surprised and startled by his change in demeanor.

Mr. Selter then brought his own fingers to Joan’s flesh. He combed his fingers through her dark thatch of hair covering her pubic mound. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” he said. “You absolutely cannot tell anyone about this. I could lose my job.”

“I understand,” Joan solemnly replied.

The biology teacher’s fingers crept down to her nether lips and began stroking her labia majora. “You like that?” he asked. Joan nodded and he then began rubbing her wet inner lips. “So you just showed up to my class not wearing any panties?”

“I took them off when I was in the bathroo… OOH!” Joan squealed as her science instructor made contact with her clitoris.

Mr. Selter could not help but laugh at Joan’s reaction as the tip of his index finger circled the head of her small rigid bud. “So that’s why you asked to use the restroom during the middle of the lesson,” he surmised as he rubbed the shaft of her pulsating little pearl. “You wanted to put on a little show for me after class,” he smugly concluded as he strummed her most sensitive spot.”

“Uh … yeah,” Joan squeaked.

Despite being the one who had initiated their encounter, Joan was still surprised at how quickly everything was moving. My teacher is touching my pussy, she thought to herself. My biology teacher has his fingers on my cunt. He’s rubbing my clit, she silently said to herself in disbelief. The entire situation felt surreal.

Mr. Selter slipped his first two fingers into her well lubricated entrance. He pushed firmly against her vaginal walls. “Oh Joan,” he groaned. “You weren’t joking – you are tight. This is going to be a very snug fit,” he chuckled as he eased a third finger into her. “Very snug!” He slid his fingers back and forth, in and out of her orifice.

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Mahesh was in a massive torment. The humiliation of staying naked was something he just could not get over. It was now more than two months and it still bugged him. Admittedly, he had stopped begging to be clothed a while back. He knew there was no use there. He would actually be punished for it. Not that he was not punished now. His butt was red-hot almost 24*7. The superior women in his life were free with their hands and he silently bore their punishment. However, the nudity and spanking was only a small part of the problem. The bigger problem was that, he had now gone a month without release.

While staying naked among clothed women was humiliating for him, his cock, apparently, took the complete opposite view. He was hard nearly the whole day. It was in a non-stop state of full arousal and he had no release. He cursed himself for trying to fool the women. He should have silently accepted Navithra. The last time she had milked him, she had told him she would get him off in another month. Mahesh had groaned back then. A month without orgasm seemed impossible. And so, when Aishu had spanked him, he started to hump and Aishu had allowed him. He had known he should tell her about Navi’s hand job but his cock was in great pain and he decided to take what he got. Big mistake. The women had found out and tortured him for a whole night. He was in severe pain for the next two days. After his punishments, Aishwarya had told him he would not get to orgasm for the next three months. Back then, the pain in his body had distracted him and he did not really feel it was a big deal. Now, five weeks later, he was in hell. Not wanking for five weeks was painful in itself. But, staying naked during that entire time made it a hundred times worse.

In addition, the women piled on his misery. Navithra, especially, was particularly cruel. She frequently teased him. He spent a lot more time with her. The chores would take it’s time. However, he spent some more time with her, since her house was where he generally remained whenever mom had her tailoring clients. Since he was not allowed to wear clothes, he could not go home until the clients left, and was stuck with Navithra who teased him mercilessly.

She would be watching TV and would continuously stroke him. With her legs or her hands, it did not matter. She would frequently bring him to edge and then abruptly stop. Mahesh would then clutch his penis. The sight of that made her laugh uncontrollably. Mahesh would be in tears and clutch his penis and pray to God it comes down. Pre-cum would have already started and it took a herculean effort to stop himself from coming. Once it was done, Navi would start again. No mercy! She repeatedly told him. Sonu brought a bunch of Peacock feathers and handed it to each of the women. He would be sweeping, mopping or cleaning their toilets. Suddenly, they would brush his ass with it. Once he stiffened, his cock would be at a decent 90 degree angle. They would brush and brush his cock with the feather until he could no longer handle it. Then, they would just stop and he would let out a loud groan. He was promptly smacked for the groan and the pain in his ass would add to the massive pain in his cock. Mom and Rathna aunty were not in on the teasing and he was warned with dire consequences if he told them. What could possibly be dire consequences for a man who was already a naked slave? Mahesh did not intend to find out.

There was one silver lining now, though. Kiran was also a naked slave to the women now. Technically, he was a slave only to his wife. However, there were enough times that Kiran had served Aishu and Madhu naked. Sonu told him in no unclear terms. He was her naked slave and did what she told him. As he was also naked all the time, Mahesh frequently noticed his red bottoms. This clearly indicated him that he was getting spanked repeatedly, too. He had thoroughly controlled himself at first at his mother’s and Sonu’s orders. However, over time, he could not help himself. He frequently gave a sneering, teasing smile to Kiran and the way Kiran averted his eyes to it instead of defiantly staring back was the single biggest ego booster he had found in the last three months. Now that there were two slaves, Rathna aunty finally got them to do something she wanted. The empty ground floor outhouse needed a thorough cleanup. She put both Mahesh and Kiran up to it. For Kiran, the physical effort of doing the job was nothing compared to the emotional agony of watching Mahesh’s giant penis in comparison with his own. Rathna aunty – who still had not forgiven Kiran for calling Mahesh’s mom a floozie – thoroughly insulted and degraded him. She warned him not to go crying to Sonu and he really did have enough pride not to do it. Mahesh finally felt sorry for Kiran and inwardly forgave him for calling his mother that way. However, when Mahesh went to Navithra that evening, he could not help feeling jealous of Kiran. No matter what, Kiran had Sonu to take care of his needs. Kiran was going home to Sonu who karaman escort would help him with relief from his aroused organ while Navithra would tease and tease him and he would have zero relief.

In addition, he was also going down on the women. Again, mom and Rathna were blissfully unaware. Mahesh used his tongue on at least one of them every week. Navithra, again, was the chief tormentor. She would be watching TV. He would be naked and licking her feet. Suddenly, she would toss a blindfold. He would cry and beg and the only effect that had was to get him spanked after he got her off with his tongue. At the end of the month, mom finally asked him why he frequently croaked. She could see something was wrong with his voice and throat. Mahesh did not say what happened and just attributed it to the fatigue of serving four women. Mom berated him and told him that, this was his youth and he had to have more stamina. She messaged Aishu to spank him a few more and also told her to increase the phsyical exercises. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Alarmed by this, Aishu warned Navithra to pipe down. Navithra cheerfully accepted. From then on, she reduced her teasing and genuinely apologised to him. However, they informed him, he was still not going to get any relief until the day before he started his UG course. Mahesh counted the days down now as there were less than three weeks and he could not wait for that day. As he did, he sometimes marvelled at the stupidity of it. He was 18 years old and, technically, an adult. He owed them nothing. In fact, Aishu was the one who owed him! She was the one who had stripped and humiliated him on a false accusation. As he thought this, a second smug voice told him, “Go ahead, say the same to Aishu.” And he cursed that voice. He knew he would never dare. He would silently accept all these punishments. Still, he could not help asking himself, “how on Earth did we get here” from time to time.

The same question, “how on Earth did we get here” was the single question going on repeat mode inside Vishwa’s head for the last month. How on Earth did he become a clerk to two bossy bitches from being a lawyer in his own right? A second voice told him the answer. Because you are pathetic and useless! He hated the second voice but had to admit it was true. He knew that, if his dad had not been a major client in the firm, he would not have got the job. It was also the same reason why he was not fired from his job the first time he had bungled a major deal. He had known about all this from day one at the office. Still, he had pranced around without a care in the world. It was not his fault if he was born with the advantage of an influential dad. But, now that he had that advantage, he would be damned if he wouldn’t use it. He remember the first day in the law firm when Aishu and Madhu had whistled at his mini-cooper. They had readily agreed to carpool with him just to get their hands on that beauty. Plus, they wore shorts and skirts – showing those tantalising legs generously – and he kept telling himself that, everything was lining up for him.

All that had taken a beating on that fateful day. He had seen the naked young man and was ready to beat him up. The sight of that giant penis was the first blow on that day. As it turned out, he was forced to strip naked by those whores. Once he was naked, he knew they would laugh at his tiny cock. However, they had completely ignored it and somehow, this was worse. They had tossed him out mercifully with clothes and he swore he would destroy them! But then, how? He was already in trouble with his superiors. He was heavily behind on his work and, in comparison, they were brilliant. The anger at them, the rage, the determination to destroy them had all eventually turned into futility as he knew he could not touch them. They were superior to him in every way. This depression caused him to further fall behind in his work. He then remember that fateful day when his self-confidence, his ego, his very worth as a human being had been dealt the coup-de-grace by Banu, the senior female partner who had summoned him into her office.

Banu was a harsh, but fair critic. She believed in giving credit where credit is due. She also firmly believed in cut-throat, honest feedback. She never sugar-coated her comments and called a spade a spade. On that day, a week after Vishwa had been stripped naked in Aishu’s apartment, she had called him in. He had bungled big-time and the office had come about an inch close to a civil lawsuit. Banu had worked well into the night, made at least 10 phone calls and had even sat and drafted and re-typed the contract herself. This was something an entry-level clerk would do and yet, she had done it on her own because one more mistake, even a tiny one could not be excused. The next day, she had launched into the biggest tirade of Vishwa’s life. Vishwa, who was sheltered by his father’s money had broken and was a shell of a man as he left her office that day. kars escort The death knell was when Banu told him to work with Aishu and Madhu for some time. Yes, the ones who had destroyed him, stripped him naked and humiliated him and he was now expected to go to them and ask for help. Not to mention, in a private law firm, go work with them meant, go work for them.

Banu had not given him even a small leverage and had followed-up with him 15 minutes later to see if he had gone to them. Vishwa entered the toilet and broke down. For some reason, there were no tears. He was desperate, morose and was in a pathetic state! However, there still seemed to be no tears. Vishwa knew that, if it was not for his dad, he would have been fired. The thought of going to those women, the same women who was now responsible for his mess and ask them for help and listen to their sneers filled him with dread. Still, he did not have a choice. He made the long walk to the shared cabin in which the women worked.

Aishu and Madhu, actually unaware of what had happened with Vishwa, nevertheless ignored him and shook their heads in contempt as he walked in. They did not even respond the first few times he called him. Unbidden, he told them what had happened and that he needed their help. Aishu and Madhu looked at each other. They had zero guilt over how they treated him. However, it had to be said that they had hurt him. Aishu told him to wait outside while they discussed something. He left. The thought of being asked to go stand outside like he was their assistant nagged him as he left.

“Can you believe that loser?” Aishu asked.

“I can’t. But, I can believe Banu would put him upto something like this.” Madhu replied cheerfully.

“So, what? We can tell Banu that we don’t have time to spare for him, you know?”

“Still. It would not hurt us. You know, I am still mad about the fact that you hurt that kid falsely. Then, you took advantage of him and turned him into a slave.” Madhu’s voice turned reproachful.

“For heaven’s sake. You are still on this? The kid made a choice.”

“No, he didn’t. He’s just a kid. He panicked and tied his head onto your noose.”

“He’s 18. And, I don’t see you turning away his services.”

“True. Maybe we can fix Vishwa too.”

“Come on! Vishwa may be a loser. But, he won’t submit to us.”

“Did you see his eyes as he came here? He is at the lowest point in his life. We can use him for a few days. Then, we will see how it goes.”

They both left the room. Vishwa tried to talk to them. They silenced him with a wave and went straight to Banu. They genuinely fought with her about the extra work but Banu told them that she had made a decision. They came back and barked at him to join them. They then told him to get all his work-related documents and he did. Watching the load of paperwork, they thoroughly reamed him and he had no choice but to silently take their attack. They then told him that, since there was a lot of work, they did not have time to show him the ropes – so to speak – and it was not their job either. They told Vishwa that they would tell him what was needed and he would have to do just as he was told. If that was not what he liked, he could take it up with Banu. The thought of going to her again filled Vishwa with dread. He said yes.

The next day, they told him to come two hours earlier and they did the same as well. For the two hours, they kept him working. It was not for show. His work really had been that behind. Aishu noted with horror that there were at least three cases where the parties could have easily brought a negligence suit. She told him to make a detailed note of those. When he silently started doing it, Aishu and Madhu laughed loudly.

“Why are you laughing?” He asked.

“Don’t like it? Well, Banu’s office is right there.” That silenced him. They could not possibly tell him that they were laughing at him because he was painstakingly documenting evidence of his own incompetence. Negligence, even. After two hours of reports, after which they gave him a set of instructions on how to proceed, they were exhausted. Used to ordering Mahesh around, Madhu barked at Vishwa to get them both a Coffee. She bit her tongue halfway, worried that she had been hasty. However, she was hooked and kept her face stern as he stared at her. Aishu also gave him a hard look. He finally stood up! He was doing it! Aishu and Madhu gave themselves a high-five as he left. While coming back, Banu came in and watched strangely as he took Coffee for both of them. They took it and drank without even a thank you and told him to get on with his work.

That afternoon, they went to Banu and pointed out all instances of Vishwa’s lapses (detailed and highlighted by the dope himself) and the three of them agreed. Vishwa needed to be sidelined from cases for a few days. Ideally, he should have been fired or, at least, suspended. However, the firm stood to lose a lot of money if they kıbrıs escort lost his father as a client. The three women understood the realities. Aishu and Madhu told Banu that they would continue mentoring him for the next three months, but stipulated that they needed be officially higher up than him and able to give him instructions for it. Banu gave Vishwa the instructions. He would work with them for the next three months and they would update her on his progress. She was thoroughly disgusted when Vishwa, instead of fighting the fact that he was being asked to be an underling to women who were actually in his own grade instead had only one concern. What about his salary? She replied there were no changes to it with so much disdain that Vishwa took a step back. He silently went back to them and told them he had talked to Banu. It was evening by then and they told him to get some snacks from the canteen. Aishu and Madhu had their hands firmly on their stack of papers and Vishwa did not dare ask them for the money.

From then on, he was hooked. It took him two weeks to realise that he was doing clerical duties. Aishu and Madhu handled all the decision-making and his job was to silently draft the documents, write reports and even here, he had to get it approved by them before it could be finalised. On top of this, he was now their office errand boy. He could not bring himself to say bitch-boy even though that term was more accurate. He would have their coffees ready every morning. They would frequently tell him to get water and he would comply. He picked up their dry-cleaning, he arranged their weekend parlour appointments and he slowly realized that they were using him as a servant. ON top of it, there was never even a single note of appreciation. Instead, they berated him for even the smallest of mistakes. Instead of getting angry, he would feel ashamed. He worked harder. He found that this work suited him more. However, he could never be prepared for his fate.

Aishwarya and Madhu invited Banu home for dinner once. This was risky, they knew it. But, it was a risk they were willing to take. After all, they had a readymade ass to destroy should anything wrong happen. They first had to prepare their slave.

Madhu and Aishu saw him running that day. He had put on 5 more kilos in these months. He was now running quite fast and doing all his exercises more fluently. Madhu and Aishu were proud of him but rarely showed it. Mahesh finished it up and the three of them went to Aishu’s. Mahesh was wondering why Madhu was with them but did not ask. He was their slave. If they felt he needed to know something, they would tell him. If not, he would defer to their judgement that he was not needed to know that information. Once he reached Aishu’s house, Aishu tossed the blindfold to him. Mahesh had, by now, stopped begging them no matter how much he loathed it. He knew that the only effect it would have was to get him spanked. Not to mention, they prolonged his torture by holding their orgasms. If he silently accepted it, they were more forgiving.

Aishu dropped her pants and undies after he was blindfolded. Madhu, still in her shorts joined in on the festivities. Mahesh would have plunged and plunged with his tongue and just when Aishu was close, Madhu would smack him really hard and distract him. Then, he would have to start over. Still, on this day, he was resolute. He was not going to plead with them. Again and again, he was smacked and again and again he restarted. Eventually, Aishu had to pee and she silently ordered Madhu to stop. Mahesh got her off to a really good orgasm and Madhu hugged him, genuinely proud of his endurance. As Aishu turned, Madhu gave her naked ass a smack as well. Mahesh, whose tongue was really sore begged for some water. Madhu gladly brought it for him. Aishu took bath and came back. Mahesh, who had started on the dishes, completed them and took bath as well. When he came out, he started setting up the table for breakfast when they called him. Mahesh knelt in front of them.

“A new woman is going to see you naked, naked boy!” Aishu announced casually.

Aishu instantly realised it was a mistake. His eyes darkened really bad.

“No way, ma’am. The second that happens, the deal is off.”

“Oooooooooh! He did not just say that?” Madhu mocked in a sing-song voice.

“Mahesh. Listen to me. It would only be one more woman.”

“And, one would turn into two, two to four and so on. Nothing doing, ma’am.”

Aishu realised she had underestimated him. There was an inner strength in this kid. She took him and set him on her lap.

“Mahesh. Listen to me. I love you. I see you as a mixture of a son and a younger brother. Yes, I mistreat you but believe me, I could have done a lot worse. In any case, you accepted you are my slave. Still, I know I am pushing boundaries. But, I promise, Mahesh, Banu will be the last. No one else new will see you. I give you my word. You just have to trust me on this. Pleaaaaase?”

Mahesh was conflicted. He hated being a slave. He hated the humiliation of staying naked amid a bunch of fully dressed women. Aishu was his tormentor who had forced him to do all this. And yet, here she was, begging and pleading with him like he was an equal. Still, he was already humiliated a lot.

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The day broke sunny and warm. It was a perfect day for getting naked and strutting one’s stuff for the wealthy and mostly middle-aged patrons who were gathered to attend the breast cancer awareness fundraiser. The presumption was that the ladies would be titillated enough by the sight of the well-endowed males to open up their checkbooks and make a sizeable donation. There had already been a fashion show, a few speeches by semi-celebrities and accomplished physicians who were leaders in breast cancer research. All that remained was the Mr. Nude International contest. They always save the best for last.

This wasn’t an ordinary competition. For one thing, a thief who had stolen a valuable diamond that had once belonged to the Russian royal family was supposedly entered in the competition. A tip had revealed that he planned to exchange the jewel sometime during the competition. Consequently Russia had sent three of their security people to Los Angeles to work with the LAPD’s elite Vice Squad unit, who specialized in undercover work.

James Doyle, he of the monster 9 inch cock that stretched to 14 inches when erect, was one of the squad members taking part in the assignment. Also taking part was a muscular hunk of a man names Bruno Sukov, who also had a rather large love muscle, or at least big enough to meet the requirements, as one of the competition’s entry qualifications was that the man had to be a ‘double digit’; that is, a penis 10 inches or larger once it was fully extended. Bruno just did meet the requirements, which made one of James’ co-workers, Lisa Podolski, very happy, as she had become enthralled by the Russian muscleman who had been sent over here to assist with the case. There was also Lieutenant Elena Ludikova, from the Moscow branch of the Russian police’s most elite intelligence unit, the Federal Security Service.

Rounding out the trio was Special Agent Olga Ekaterina Danilova, of the Russian Main Intelligence Directorate, who had been the object of James’ desire ever since he had met her two days earlier. It stemmed from her wearing an extremely short skirt, which was part of her police uniform, which played right into James’ peccadillos, although James’s infatuation had gone way beyond trying to peek under her skirt. Yesterday Olga had interrogated James’ at length, although her idea of interrogation included bondage, psychological mind games, teasing and denial, spanking, masturbation, and the use of a dildo, among other things. James had four ejaculations during his interrogation. He was so enchanted with Olga that he was willing to do almost anything for her, from being her permanent love slave to…well, anything. He had a serious case of Olga-itis. Olga, for her part, was all-too-happy to take advantage of the love-sick, donkey-dicked James. He was a useful idiot.

The three female members of James’ squad that were working undercover had been assigned the task of escorting the nude men as they were introduced to the crowd and walked along the stage. That gave them plenty of opportunity to move around incognito and check for suspicious behavior. Elena Ludikova was there in some capacity, although nobody really knew what she would be doing, which is the way she wanted to keep it. Don Watkins, the other male member of the elite Vice Squad unit, was working as a bartender, his cock not quite large enough for entry into the contest. And since Olga, much to James’ delight, refused to wear anything other than her micro mini-skirted police uniform, she played the role of a security officer, guarding the competitor’s clothing and valuables after they had stripped down.

Backstage consisted of a tented area, and it was a flurry of activity. There were a total of 12 contestants. James and Bruno acted as if they did not know each other. Leon Tomlinson was there, a black man who was a high-class pimp and someone whom James had busted in the past. It was feared that James’ cover would be blown, but the chance that Leon might be the jewel thief was too good to ignore. As soon as James saw Leon backstage he went over to him.

“Leon,” he said, laughingly, “I see you recovered from your ball-busting episode yesterday.”

“Yeah, well if I ever see that bitch again…”

“You will Leon,” said James. “She’s working here as a security guard or something, I think. I saw her a few minutes ago.” The thought of Leon seeking revenge made James chuckle. In any confrontation between the two, his money was on Olga’s boot.

“Excuse me officer, my name for today,” said Leon, pulling a small piece of paper from out of his pocket, “is Prince Sonny Obefami from Nigeria.” It seems that the contest director was really trying to make this a real international contest.

“Whatever,” replied James, “and please don’t call me officer. I am here as a contestant, just trying to earn some money. Good luck, Prince, though you may have a hard time beating this.” And James lowered his trousers to show off his thick hanging penis which, even in a flaccid state, was impressive.

Leon laughed. gebze escort “You dummy. I told you about the African male stereotype yesterday, didn’t I?” And Leon quickly revealed that his cock, which was also currently in a soft state, was not only long and lean, but it clearly bettered James by an inch, or perhaps more.

James whistled in admiration. “Yeah, well, wait until you see me hard.”

“Hey man,” Leon said, smiling, “Careful what you wish for. I’m bigger than you now and I’ll be bigger than you later…although…”

Leon had noticed that there were several college-aged girls in the tent. He wasn’t sure what their role was, but he wasn’t complaining. In fact, he quickly stripped off his clothes and began massaging his cock in a way that suggested he was quite pleased with what he saw.

James was used to being naked in front of clothed women by now, but it never ceased to surprise him. But he resigned himself to his fate and stored his clothes in a basket.

“I’ll take that from you,” one of the college girls said. For once James didn’t feel like a piece of meat on display, and when he looked around the tent he saw the reason why. There were a dozen naked men, all of whom had either an exceptional build or an exceptional penis, or both.

“Do you want some head,” James heard another girl ask a contestant who was standing nearby.

“What, is that for real,” James asked?

“We’ve been told that some of the men like to get…um…more erect when they take the stage, so they brought in some girls to do you know what. Not me though. I’m just volunteering to help the cause. It’s no big deal. Besides…um…looking at you…you might not need any help.”

It was then that James realized that Mr. Penis was starting to bone up. “Yeah,” he said, painfully aware that this college girl was admiring his cock, a cock that was slowly uncoiling like a snake, no matter how hard James tried to think unsexy thoughts. “You must like the working conditions here.”

“I’ve seen plenty of naked men; it’s no big deal.” And with that she was off, taking James’ belongings to the secured zone, which was actually another tent, slightly smaller than the tent that the contestants were in.

James watched the girl as she took his basket of clothes and went to the other tent. Sure enough, Olga was standing guard in front of it in her ridiculously short skirt, looking as desirable as ever. The day was a little breezy, but Olga’s skirt was not reacting to the wind, so James was disappointed in his quest to discover what color panties Olga had on today. Still, just seeing her in her uniform was enough to make Mr. Penis bounce and twitch, and whenever that happened James knew that trouble could not be far behind. He was working undercover, and if he got caught jacking off, or worse, had an ejaculation by spontaneous combustion as a result of being aroused beyond the point of no return, it would look real bad. Better not look at Olga, he thought.

Meanwhile, Lisa, Kelly and Fiona were not averse to checking out the naked men from their vantage point at the edge of the tent.

“Mmnn, he’s not bad,” cooed Kelly, referring to a naked Asian man. According to her list of contestants, his name was Toshi, and he was allegedly from Japan, although most likely he was from Los Angeles’ Japan town. But, regardless, he was sporting a huge, semi-erect cock that was getting harder by the minute and was beginning to point up at a forty-five degree angle. “I wonder how big he is,” Kelly said to Fiona, who was standing next to her; “12 inches, I bet.”

“Girl, don’t you know anything? Forget about him; he’s as queer as a three dollar bill.”

“I’m only looking,” said Kelly, “and besides, how do you know,” but before Fiona could answer, her smirk gave it away. “Oh yeah, that’s right, you can tell?”

“When you’re a dyke you have built in gay-dar,” said Fiona.

“Pity,” said Kelly, looking wistfully at Toshi’s hard body and hardening penis.

“Girls, focus,” said Lisa, although she was mostly focusing on Bruno, hoping that those young college girls didn’t sway his muscular head. Lisa had invested considerable time and energy on seducing him, and she didn’t want to see all that work go to waste.

James and the other naked men were huddled together in the tent when the competition director entered. As the men were already surrounded by a bevy of clothed women, having another one in their midst didn’t seem like a big deal and nobody made a move to cover their private parts, although it probably would have been difficult to do so anyway, seeing how well-endowed they were. For once James didn’t feel like a freak. For once his penis was not a source of wonderment and awe. He was feeling more and more comfortable with being nude in public and the thought of someday going to a nudist camp came into his mind again. In James’ imagination he fantasized the perfect nudist camp. The men would be naked and the women would all be wearing short skirts. How he gümüşhane escort would love to go there with Olga and watch her as she got aroused from seeing all the different sized and shaped penises. James was sure that Olga’s police skirt would be the sexiest and shortest and…wait…James had forgotten that he wasn’t supposed to think about Olga. Doing so wreaked havoc on his penis, which was now chomping at the bit to be fondled, stroked, and attended-to. He could feel the blood stirring in his loins. Mr. Penis had zoomed up to 14 inches and was sticking straight up, extending past his navel. James was starting to feel very self-conscious about having a full-on boner.

The competition director led the men to the edge of the stage. A woman emcee was warming up the crowd. Lisa, Kelly and Fiona, were standing at the edge of the stage, right where the men would be entering.

“Remember,” said the director, “one of the girls will take you by the arm and walk you to a prepared spot on the stage. Once you get there, smile…and relax. You all have wonderful bodies and should be proud of what you got. The emcee will introduce you one-by-one. When she calls your name, take a step forward and wave and then step back into the line. Got it?”

By chance it happened to be Kelly who was there to chaperone James to his spot. After taking the contestant to their spot each of the girls resumed their original place to wait their turn for the next man. As there were 12 contestants, each woman escorted three men. James tried to ignore his throbbing, aching cock as he waited his turn to get on stage.

“James,” exclaimed Kelly! “My god,” she whispered, as they strode down past the men who were already in line, “look at you!” Kelly found it amusing that James was fully erect. His boner bobbed up and down with each step.

Somehow James made it through the ordeal of standing in front of a group of about fifty women. He wasn’t the only one with an erection, but he was the only one whose boner stood straight up in a perpendicular manner.

While the women in the crowd were demure and civilized, James could see them nudging and whispering to each other, and he was beginning to feel embarrassed.

After each contestant was introduced they walked around the stage in a circular manner while some disco music blared. The women applauded. This ended round one. The men could finally return to the tent and relax while the women voted on their favorites. Four men would be selected for the next round, which would begin in about thirty minutes.

While the men were on stage Olga had stood guard while Elena went inside the tented storage area and searched the men’s belongings. She found no diamond.

Inside the contestant’s tent the college girls were still hanging around, as well as the women who had been hired to make themselves available should any contestant require a little ‘help’. James was not interested in receiving any help, since he was on duty, but he knew that he’d have trouble getting through the next thirty minutes. His erection had not abated and, for some reason, seeing all the clothed women in the tent was starting to arouse him even more. So he decided to walk outside the tent.

It was not the wisest decision, for as soon as James left the tented area the first person he saw was Olga. Like a divining rod in search of water, Mr. Penis led James directly towards her. James was all smiles, but Olga was trying to act like she didn’t know him. It wasn’t a personal decision, but rather one of duty. She had a job to do. However, James had forgotten about the assignment and was intent on chatting up Olga, or even better, have her admire his massive boner. How James would have loved for Olga to grab it and maybe slap it around. And kiss it! Mr. Penis was yet to feel the warmth of Olga’s lips or the tickle of her tongue, and James excitedly wondered if and when that might happen. James would even love to have those steel balls hanging down from under his cock-head, putting so much tension on his shaft that he could feel the semen as it slowly inched its way upwards towards the opening at its tip. His penis had never ached for a woman way it ached for Olga.

James stood before Olga, showing off his bulging manhood, when suddenly a gust of wind swept through the area and Olga’s skirt blew up for a brief moment. She quickly caught her hem and lowered it, but not before James caught sight of her panties. She was wearing white ones today! Olga’s face turned bright red. She was embarrassed by what had happened. She assumed correctly that James had seen her underwear and was hoping that nobody else had. How could she not have known that James caught a peek? His eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree and his cock had bounced up and down a couple of times. It was hard for her to ignore those signs. James grabbed her by the arm and said, “let’s go inside,” and before Olga knew it, she and James were inside the small, tented, storage area.

“Olga,” James implored, izmir escort “I need you; please, I can’t wait,” and he attempted to have her take hold of Mr. Penis.

“Olga working,” she replied sternly, and cupped her hand and shook it in the universal sign language that needed no translation.

“Oh Olga, I am so horny,” James pleaded.

“Olga watch…okay.”

“Please, Olga…,” but before James could say another word Olga brought her leg back made it look as if he was one more word away from becoming one of her patented ball-busting victims. James resigned himself to having it her way.

Although this wasn’t James’ first choice, it was clearly his second, so without further delay he began to jerk his massive, 14 inch, fully erect penis. Olga’s accidental panty sighting had sent him over the edge. The fact that she seemed embarrassed made it all the more arousing. James was in masturbation heaven. He was so overcome by desire that he stroked his cock furiously, jerking so hard that he was momentarily forgot his surroundings. He needed an orgasm and he needed it bad. Within two minutes his breathing had gotten heavy and his body began to spasm. He placed one hand on a table to balance himself as he neared blast off.

“Olga…I’m…I’M GONNA CUM,” he shrieked, and he let loose with a long steady blast of semen that showed no sign of interruption. It almost looked as if he was peeing, so voluminous and consistent was his eruption, a steady flow of love juice that went on and on for about three or four seconds before slowing down. The remainder of his ejaculation came out in shorter spurts, and James grunted and gasped in relief as he drained his massive penis in orgasmic delight. His limp body sagged, as he was overcome with satisfaction.

James knelt down and kissed Olga’s boot as an act of submission. Having her there as he sought relief was so thrilling that James wondered how he could ever be aroused by another woman. James looked up from Olga’s boot, as he wanted to see her face after his display of devotion, but all this did was give him an unobstructed view of her white panties, and from this angle he could see the outline of her cunt lips. He hoped and prayed that one ejaculation would be sufficient to get him through the rest of the afternoon, but if Olga kept exposing her panties to James under her short skirt, there was no telling what might happen.

They went back outside and a lot of commotion was going on. One of the contestants, Toshi, was writhing on the ground in pain, holding on to his penis, which was bleeding. Kelly and Fiona were the first to reach him.

“Jesus,” said Kelly, he must have cut himself while doing…well, let’s be blunt…he must have been fucking.” Kelly based her conclusion on the fact that Toshi’s cock was still sheathed inside a condom. The tip of the condom had been torn, and blood trickled out of it from the top of Toshi’s penis tip.

There was a pause, as Kelly tenderly tried to comfort Toshi. She gently removed the condom. Someone came over with a towel and a small first-aid kit, and Kelly took the towel and carefully pressed it against Toshi’s penis tip to stop the bleeding, and she then took some ointment cream and, using the tip of her finger, gingerly dabbed the damaged area with the healing ointment.

By now a crowd had gathered. Fiona filled Lisa in on what had happened. What could have caused the accident? After a moment’s pause they both blurted out the same answer. The diamond!

“I can’t believe it,” Lisa exclaimed, “but someone must have had the diamond inside their vagina.”

“Or butt-hole,” countered Fiona.

“What?”

“Oh yeah, he’s gay. I’m sure of it.”

“Well, we don’t really know for certain if the cut was caused by a diamond, but who would put a diamond in their butt?”

“Lisa, don’t you see? A man who is naked would put a diamond there. It couldn’t have been a vagina, because the thief is a contestant. Where else could a naked man hide a diamond?”

“In that case, said Lisa, “this is the break we’ve been waiting for. All we have to do is find the person Toshi was with and we have the thief!”

“There, there,” cooed Kelly, as she caressed the top of Toshi’s penis with the ointment. “Everything’s going to be okay.” Noticing that a crowd of people had surrounded them, she said, “why don’t you all go about your business. Everything’s under control here. He’ll be all right.”

Toshi appeared to be responding well to treatment. The bleeding had stopped and the pain and subsided, and his cock was responding favorably to Kelly’s attention. She certainly noticed that it was stiffening in her hand.

“Kelly, we have to talk with you,” said Fiona, excitedly.

“Not now,” she hissed, “can’t you see I’m busy?”

Fiona persisted however, and she quickly apprised Kelly of the situation. They asked Toshi who he had been with when he got cut, but all he could do was utter an undecipherable mumble and wail. Maybe he really was from Japan, and Kelly and Fiona had a difficult time trying to understand them.

Fiona, impatient, left Toshi to Kelly’s care and, taking Lisa with her, began to count the remaining men. They presumed that the thief had fled the scene, and if there was anybody missing from the scene then they would be the prime suspect.

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Chapter 8

POSING ALMOST NAKED FOR MY ART CLASS

When I was at school I was always very keen on drawing and painting. Recently I had decided to re-kindle my interest and so I enrolled at an art evening class at my local college. The pressure at work was becoming a problem but I found that I could lose my self completely when attending the art classes and soon re-discovered my artistic talent. It also helped me cope with missing Jack and the wonderful fleeting moments we had together.

At my first art class evening I was surprised to discover that the class was quite small, only five others and all older men. I felt a little uncomfortable at first but they soon made me feel welcome and were very friendly. During the first few weeks the teacher concentrated on drawing techniques, both pencil sketching and painting. We started with flowers and bowls of fruit. After a few weeks the teacher said he was very pleased with the progress being made by us and asked if we would like to try sketching each other. We took turns sitting in front of the class whilst the others did sketches. Finally it was my turn to be the model. I took my place on a chair in front of the men. I felt flattered as one of them commented light heartedly, “It makes a pleasant change to be sketching someone attractive.” The rest of the men agreed with him and I felt my self blushing as I sat and posed. Jack had always commented how he liked my posture. He often commented light heartedly about his golden rule, ‘shoulders back, stomach in, tits out!’

I was remembering his comments now as I sat in a chair obeying the rules as the men in the class ran their eyes over me and busily sketched.

After the class the teacher showed all of the sketches to the class. I felt quite flattered by all of the different ways the men had sketched me. Not all of them were particularly accurate but they all made me look attractive.

The teacher said he thought we were all ready to try some more advanced drawing and would discus it with us the following week.

At the end of the class, as we were all leaving the teacher said, “Jenny, would you mind staying back for a minute, I need to check something with you.

I waited as the rest of the class filed past and left the room. The teacher, whose name was Tom, then came over and said, “Jenny, I want to invite a lady to our class next week to pose for our class. Before I make the arrangement I wanted to check if you had any objections.”

“Why would I object?” I asked.

“The lady will be posing without her clothes so that we can appreciate the subtleties of drawing the human body. If you feel that, as the only woman in the class, it might embarrass you then I will make other plans.”

I laughed as I replied, “Thanks for asking, but it’s not a problem, please go ahead and arrange it.” I then added with a grin, but blushed as I said, “perhaps we could try to draw a naked man at some stage!”

Tom grinned saying, “Yes why not, I’ll see what I can do. Oh, and thanks for agreeing to the lady model next week, I’m sure you will enjoy the challenge of drawing the naked female form.”

I wished him a good night and then left for home.

From the first day in his class I had a feeling I had met Tom before but could not quite remember. Eventually I decided that he must just have a familiar face.

It was quite late when I returned home. I looked in on the kids and then got ready for bed. I then quickly wrote an email to Jack and told him about the art class.

I went to work the next day and when I had time, checked my emails. I chuckled to my self as I read Jack’s reply. His immediate response was that I should be the one posing for the men in the art class. I felt very flattered as I read his words; “Jenny you have a very nice figure and just imagining you posing naked for a group of men is giving me an erection!”

I quickly sent a reply thanking him for his flattery but also telling him how I did not have the courage to pose naked in front of the class.

Jack had the ability to plant ideas in my mind and for the next week I could not get the idea out of my head of how it might feel posing naked in the class. I kept telling my self how ridiculous it was and that I would never have the courage but the idea kept nagging at the back of my head. I remembered the feeling of posing fully clothed and had to admit to my self that having the men in the class running their eyes over me and appraising me as they made their sketches had ignited a spark of arousal.

On the night before the art class I lay in bed feeling aroused. I started to caress my breasts and felt them tingling and sensitive as images of my male class mates checking me out filled my mind. In my imagination I could see the appreciation and arousal in their collective gazes as I sat naked in front of the class. I let my hand wander down between my legs and felt my wetness. How could Jack plant this idea in my head? Could I possibly find the courage to do as adana escort he suggested?

I dismissed the idea as being silly because a professional model would be doing it and nobody would be asking me. However I still could not shake the idea from my head as my fingers dipped into the wetness between my legs and I was soon writhing on my bed in ecstasy as my body trembled with pleasure.

After work the following evening I left earlier than usual and then made my way to the art class.

I felt a buzz of expectation as I entered the room and took my seat. I was the last and concluded that the men had all got there early, eager to see the model.

The teacher, Tom, had set up a small stage at the front of the class. It was just a plain platform covered with a carpet and a low couch with an arm at one end which I seemed to remember was called a chaise-lounge.

We all waited expectantly as the Tom appeared. He walked up to me and said very quietly, “Jenny, can I have a quick word outside?”

I wondered what he wanted but stood up and followed him outside the class room.

“I don’t know how to ask this so I shall just come right out with it. Jenny, the lady I had booked for tonight has let me down.” He paused, looking awkward and hesitant as he then blurted out, “Jenny, I was wondering if you would possibly consider standing in for the model. I fully understand that it is asking a lot of you and am expecting you to refuse but;” He stopped abruptly as I heard my self say, “Yes, OK, I’ll do it.”

I don’t know who was more surprised, him or me. Jack had sown the seed of the idea a week ago and here I was, wondering what on earth I was doing, agreeing to pose naked in front of my male class mates. Almost as soon as the words left my mouth I felt I wanted to retract them but realised that Jack’s gradual liberation of my sexuality had made me much more confident and curious.

Tom looked both shocked and relieved as he said, “Thank you so much Jenny. I have prepared a small changing area at the back of the class behind the stage. You will find a long length of fine white silk hanging up. I thought it would look artistic to have my lady model drape the silk over her naked body. The silk is very thin and translucent but hopefully it will preserve some of your modesty. If you go now and get ready I will prepare the rest of the class.”

I nodded, my legs trembling a little as I walked back into the class and into the small changing room behind the stage.

I light heartedly blamed Jack for somehow liberating a previously hidden side to my personality as I started to undress. I neatly folded my clothes in one corner and then stood nervously in front of a full length mirror that Tom had placed in the changing room. Ever since that first time with Jack I had regularly had my pubic hair waxed knowing how much he liked my labia to be smooth and fully visible. Now as I stood completely naked in front of the mirror I realised that it was possible that my male class mates might soon be sharing my little secret.

I found the length of very fine silk and draped it around my neck. It was long enough to fall over my breasts and reach down to my knees. I experimented with the silk in front of the mirror noticing how it gave me a small amount of cover and modesty by giving the impression of covering me but at the same time clinging revealingly to every curve of my body.

I listened nervously as I head Tom address the class. “Gentlemen, this week I promised I would arrange a lady model for you. Unfortunately she has let me down at the last minute.” There were instant sounds of disappointment from my male class mates which stopped as Tom continued, “However, I hope you will all appreciate the fact that, with no prior warning, Jenny has agreed to be your model this evening.”

I felt butterflies in my stomach and my legs were shaking as I heard one of my classmates ask, “Our Jenny?”

“Yes,” replied Tom, our Jenny has agreed to pose for you.”

I heard the men exclaiming “wow!” and “probably much better looking than the original model anyway!”

I felt flattered but very nervous as I prepared to leave the changing room and take my place on the stage.

I held the silk against strategic parts of my body, took a deep breath and, with stomach in, shoulders back and tits out I walked out onto the stage.

Tom the teacher looked across at me and smiled warmly as I made my way nervously to the chaise-lounge. I sat carefully against the single arm rest at one end and then lifted both legs up; all the time ensuring that the silk covered my breasts and between my legs.

Tom walked over to me and helped me to get comfortable and looking relaxed. The chaise-lounge was placed at an angle to the class so my feet were nearest the men as I reclined back against the arm rest and the upholstered corner.

The silk fabric was very thin, clingy and translucent and did nothing to hide my breasts as it clung ankara escort to their curves and my big nipples.

As Tom stood back I heard an appreciative gasp from my class mates as they all gazed at my naked body flimsily disguised under the fine silk.

My nervousness started to fade and I relaxed some more as the men busily looked at me and sketched. I still could not quite believe that I was really doing it but as I watched the expressions of delight on the men’s faces as they ran their eyes over me I started to feel attractive and sexy. I suppressed a small chuckle as I imagined what my husband would make of this. The husband who said I was not sexy and useless in bed.

I watched Tom slowly walking around the class checking each of the men’s sketches.

He looked thoughtful as he walked toward me, leaned toward me and said quietly, “Jenny, how do you fell about showing a little more flesh?”

“What do you mean Tom?”

“At the moment the silk is covering everything except your arms and lower legs. Perhaps if you pull the length of silk nearest the class from between your legs you could let it fall away to expose more of your thighs.”

I felt uncertain as to exactly what he wanted but reached down and tentatively pulled one of the ends out from between my legs making sure that the remaining end was still trapped between my thighs. I then said to Tom, “maybe you can arrange the silk as you want it.”

I could sense he was nervous but at the same time keen to see more of me exposed to his own gaze as well as that of the class.

He gripped the free end of the silk and slowly pulled it from my body. Gradually he exposed one of my thighs and then as he let the end fall to the floor one side of my torso was completely revealed. In fact the only thing that seemed to prevent the silk from falling away completely on that side of my body was the way it clung to my nipple.

Our eyes met and I knew the question without him having to ask. I just nodded almost imperceptibly, felt my cheeks flush, and then felt the silk slide away to reveal one of my breasts.

He stood back and I heard muffled sounds of approval as I was revealed more fully to the class.

One of Jack’s first compliments when we had first made love was how much he liked my nipples. They are quite large and very responsive. Now as I reclined on the chaise-lounge I could feel them, stiff and tingling. Only a short time ago I was feeling nervous and apprehensive now, posing in front of my male classmates with one of my breasts exposed I realised I was getting aroused.

Their eyes roaming over my exposed body felt like physical caresses. I could feel a damp patch between my thighs and hoped it would not stain the silk.

After an hour Tom came back to the front of the stage and said, “Class, I think we should all show our appreciation to Jenny for standing in at short notice for our absent model and being so brave.”

I blushed as someone shouted out, “brave and with a very lovely figure!”

The men then applauded enthusiastically including Tom the teacher.

I then pulled the silk back over my exposed breast and quickly made my way to the changing room.

While I was getting dressed I could hear the men leaving. Finally I opened the door and found Tom the teacher waiting outside. As I stepped out from the changing room Tom said, “I hope you don’t mind my asking you Jenny but I wondered how you might feel about posing for me privately so I can paint a portrait of you.”

“What kind of portrait,” I asked; already sure I knew the answer.

“A naked portrait Jenny,” he replied, “You have a lovely figure and I would love to paint you.”

I already knew that Tom was quite a renowned artist locally with pictures in some of the local area galleries. I felt flattered as I replied, “Tom, you are flattering me. I’m not sure if I have the confidence to do it though.”

I could see his eyes roaming over me as he said, “Jenny, you just posed in front of a class of men. OK, you were not fully naked but very close. Think it over and let me know. There’s no pressure but I would consider it a great pleasure to be able to paint such a lovely woman as you.”

I looked down at my feet, my cheeks flushing and slightly embarrassed by his compliments as I said, “OK Tom I’ll think about it and let you know. I left the building and set off for home. It was late and I had had a long day.

Before climbing into bed I checked my emails. Jack had obviously been in a horny mood when he had written earlier while I was out. He was already having fantasies of me posing naked for my art class and the possible consequences.

I replied, excitedly telling him how I had just got back from art class and had actually been posing for the men. I told him how it was him that had convinced me to go ahead when asked by Tom the teacher. I described the way I had posed and the silk sheet. I also added how, after overcoming the adıyaman escort initial shyness, the experience of being almost naked in front of my male class mates had actually turned me on.

I read some more of Jacks email where he had fantasized yet again about watching me having sex with another man. As usual I did not fully understand this desire because it seemed to contradict the fact that he said he loved me but at the same time yearned to watch me being penetrated or to be made to orgasm by another man.

Eventually I accepted that he did love me and appreciated that he also had these wild sexual fantasies about me.

As I replied to Jack’s email I added at the end, making it sound like an afterthought, how Tom had asked me if I would pose privately for him. Just writing the email made me re-live the earlier experience of being near naked in front of my male class mates. I remembered how they had all looked at me as they sat busily sketching. I could tell by the expressions on most of their faces that art was not the only thing on their minds. I felt a new feeling of confidence about my self and had to admit that I enjoyed being the centre of the male class’s attention.

As I expected, Jack replied quickly to my email by the morning. I could sense his excitement, as he said I should definitely pose for Tom and then tell him all about it. It always seemed strange to me how he encouraged me to be bolder with other men but at the same time profess his love for me.

Jenny and Jack

Chapter 9

COLLEGE FUN WEEKEND

When the idea was suggested during my art class that all of the college art faculty should have a fun weekend I thought it might be enjoyable.

The venue was a spa hotel with many sports and water based fun activities.

We all drove there one Friday evening after work and so far we had enjoyed a table tennis competition. I had just finished an early evening meal and drunk perhaps a little too much wine before thinking about the next fun activity which was to be in the pool area.

I was back in my room and already feeling nervous as I started to undress ready to change into my swimming costume before we all met down in the swimming pool area. It was not so much the fact that I would be wearing a swimming costume it was more the fact that after the meal we all agreed it would be great fun to walk through the main hotel reception area on our way to the pool dressed only in our swimming costumes! It sounded like a fun idea at the time, probably helped by the effect of the wine, but now I was not so sure.

The person who had originally suggested it was Tom, the art class teacher. He insisted that it would be great fun. I suspected that his real reasons were to see me and the other women from other classes, most of them my age or younger, walking around in their swimming costumes. As we left the restaurant Tom was walking next to me. I turned to him and said, “I’m already feeling shy at the thought of walking down through the main hotel reception to the pool area in just my swimming costume.” He put his arm around my shoulder in a friendly way as we walked and said, “It will be OK. Anyway, everyone else will be doing the same.”

He paused for a moment while we walked and then, giving my shoulder a friendly squeeze said, “Actually Jenny, I am looking forward to seeing you in your swimming costume!”

I glanced across and saw that he was now blushing. I giggled and said, “I’ll take that as a compliment then, but you haven’t seen this thirty something mum in her costume yet!”

He seemed to ignore my last comment and then said, “No, but I’ve seen you almost naked in my class!” Now it was my turn to blush. Tom then said, “I tell you what, if it will make you feel more confident I will come and call for you and we can walk down to the pool together.”

“OK,” I said, “come and call for me at about 7:00 and we’ll go down together.

So there I was, still a little drunk maybe, getting undressed in my room.

Like most women I suppose, I felt as though I would be checked out by my class mates when we all gathered by the pool later. I definitely knew that Tom would be checking me over because of his earlier comment.

As I finally removed my bra and knickers I stood in front of the wardrobe mirror and looked at the reflection of my naked body. I turned at different angles and checked my self out. I realised that I was feeling horny. Maybe it was the effect of the wine. Maybe it was Tom’s comment earlier. I had never really looked on Tom before as anything other that a nice guy who made me laugh and taught me how to draw. He was always quite touchy and feely but I just assumed that was just in his nature. It felt good as I cupped one of my breasts and replayed Tom’s comment in my mind; “I am looking forward to seeing you in your swimming costume!” he had said.

I knew it was just flattery from Tom because he and my other class mates had already seen me when I posed for them. However, although not wanting to admit it I really did feel very flattered.

There was something a little mysterious about Tom. I remembered the first time I attended his art class he asked if we had met before. Although I thought that he did look slightly familiar I dismissed it and told him no.

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It was ten o’clock on a Friday night. The convenience store I worked in was packed; I’d had to ask my manager to come out of the office to help me out. Everyone was getting ready for their weekends of partying, which meant plenty of beer, cigarettes, and condoms were needed. Fortunately, or unfortunately from my point of view, we sold all three.

I tried not to look at the line; if I saw how many people were waiting in front of me, it would probably send me over the edge. I needed to pee, I needed a drink of water or soda, and I needed to sit down. But the rush had been going on since seven o’clock and it was unlikely to end any time soon.

“Hey, baby.”

I looked at the customer who’d spoken. He wasn’t anyone I’d seen before. “Can I help you?” I asked.

“How about your phone number?”

I glanced at my manager. He kept bagging up the bottles of soda his customer had bought, and didn’t seem to notice the guy I was waiting on. “How about not,” I said. “What are you buying tonight?”

“How much for an hour with you?”

The guy was seriously pissing me off. The old me would have just smiled and gone with the “customer is always right” philosophy, but I’d gained too much confidence to put up with this moron’s crap. “If you aren’t buying anything, get out of my line,” I said. “And my company’s worth more than you could imagine.”

“Look, bitch, I was trying to be friendly.”

“Be friendly to someone else.”

“Hey, get a move on,” someone called from the back of the line.

“Samantha, what’s the problem?” my manager asked.

“Your little chicky here’s having an attitude with me,” the customer said. “I’m trying to be nice, and she’s getting all bitchy on me.”

“Samantha?” the manager said.

“He called me baby, asked for my phone number, and asked how much it would cost to spend an hour with me,” I said. “I asked him a few times what he’s buying, but he seems to think pick-up lines are more important than getting out of the other customers’ way.”

“Samantha, you can’t talk to customers rudely.” He turned to the customer. “I’m sorry about that. Is there something I can help you with?”

“A pack of cigarettes, please.” He named the brand and shot a glare at me. “See, that isn’t so hard, is it?”

“It’s not so hard when you’re not a jerk,” another customer said.

Recognizing the voice, I grinned. “Hi, Jay. Be with you in a minute or ten.”

“You’re here to wait on customers, not to socialize,” my manager snapped. He handed the annoying guy a pack of cigarettes and told him the price. “Get back to work, Samantha.”

I made a face after he turned his back, earning giggles from some of the customers. I took the money for the jerk’s cigarettes; when I tried to hand him his change, he grabbed my wrist. “Don’t ever be a bitch like that to me again,” he snarled.

“I strongly suggest you get your hand the hell off my girlfriend.” Jay left his place in line and came up to the counter. “You need to learn to take no for an answer.”

“Shit.” The guy let go of me. “I didn’t mean anything.”

“Good to know. Now take your cancer sticks and get out of here.”

“And you get out of here too!” The manager’s forehead veins bulged. “I won’t have anyone in my store threatening a customer!”

“But it’s okay if one of your customers threatens your employee?” Jay said. “Sam, come with me.”

“I’m working,” I protested.

“Not here you’re not. You quit.”

“I do?”

“She does?” the manager said. “I don’t think you can do that.”

“Hurry up!” one of the other customers said.

I looked at the line, looked at my manager who was glaring at me as though this was my fault, and nodded at Jay. “You’re right. I quit. As soon as this line goes down.” I wasn’t staying out of any sense of obligation to help the manager; I just didn’t want the customers to have to wait any longer than necessary.

While I waited on the rest of the customers in my line, my manager avoided looking at me and Jay stood nearby in case of any more problems. Knowing that he was looking out for me made me smile; I felt protected.

Finally, after almost an hour of nonstop customers, the store emptied. “Are you really quitting?” the manager asked.

“I was harassed by a customer and you told me I should stand here and deal with it,” I said. “You acted like I was the one with the problem when he was making inappropriate comments to me. Not to mention I’ve been here since four o’clock with no break, and I need to go to the bathroom. Yes, I quit.”

“Then don’t show your face here again. Not as an employee and not as a customer.”

“No problem,” Jay said. “There are plenty of better stores in the area. Come on, Sam.”

I left my spot behind the register to stand beside Jay, and dropped my nametag and smock on the counter. “I’ll have my brother drop off my uniforms tomorrow, since I’m no longer allowed here,” I told the manager. “Have a good life.”

Jay took my hand and led me outside. “How do you feel about that?” he asked.

I laughed. “I diyarbakır escort can’t believe you did that! Telling my manager that I was quitting? I thought his eyes were going to pop out!”

“He definitely wasn’t impressed. Don’t worry about it, though. You’ll get another job easily. If you need help finding something, just let me know.”

“You have connections, huh?”

“Indeed I do.” He leaned on his car and pulled me against him. “Right now, I’d love to be connected to you. What time’s Randy supposed to pick you up?”

“He isn’t. I told him you were bringing me home.”

“And what do your parents think about that?”

“They don’t know,” I admitted. “I figured you could drop me off at the corner.”

“Sam, you told me a couple weeks ago that you were going to talk to your parents about us,” Jay said. “When are you going to do that? I don’t like it when people don’t keep their promises.”

“I just haven’t had a chance to talk to them yet.”

“Make time.”

“Are you mad at me?”

“No, baby.” He stroked my hair. “It’s pretty damn hard for me to get mad at you. But if you tell me you’re going to do something, do it, okay?”

“Okay.”

He pressed his lips against mine, and his tongue pushed into my mouth. I met it with my tongue, enjoying the kiss until Jay put his hand on my boob. “Don’t do that,” I said.

“I thought you liked it when I play with your tits.”

“I love that. But people can see us.”

“So your sexually frustrated ex-manager might see us having fun. That bothers you?”

“Kind of. Sex is supposed to be private, isn’t it?”

Jay grinned. “It can be. It doesn’t have to be. I’ve had sex in public before. It was fun, it was hot, and since no one caught us there was no problem. Well, I got caught once or twice, but in those cases the people who caught us didn’t mind. They even joined in one of those times.”

“Strangers joined in?” I knew Jay had a wide range of sexual experience, but some of the things he told me astonished me.

“Sure, why not? It wasn’t like they forced their way in. It was two guys; they were standing there watching and playing with themselves, and the woman I was with asked me if I minded her helping them out. I didn’t mind; I like watching too. So she asked if they wanted to play. We were in a state park, and it was pre-season, so no one else showed up or she probably would have invited them in too.”

“Wow.” I tried to imagine having sex with three guys, but I couldn’t even begin to figure out how that would be possible. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to find out; Jay was plenty for me. “Well, I’d rather not have anyone else join in.”

He laughed. “I didn’t think you’d want that. You’re just so sexy, Sam, that sometimes it’s hard for me to keep my hands off you. But if you’re uncomfortable, let’s get in the car and go to my place so I can attack you there.”

As I was getting into the car, I glanced at the store. Sure enough, the manager was at the window, watching us. I hoped he’d enjoyed the show; Jay was probably right about him being sexually frustrated.

Instead of driving to his house, Jay took me to a spot nearby that overlooked a river. “Come on, babe,” he said. “Let’s see what kind of trouble we can get into here.”

“Outside. Where it’s cold.”

“It isn’t that cold, and I’ll keep you nice and warm. You were interested in the idea of outdoor sex, weren’t you?”

“Yeah.” It had sounded exciting, though I thought I’d done a pretty good job of hiding that from Jay. Then again, it shouldn’t have surprised me that he’d pretty much read my mind. He’d known me since I was little, even though we hadn’t seen each other for several years before the night he’d walked into the store and kept me from being robbed. He knew me well.

“This is the quietest place I know. I’ve never seen anyone else here, not this late at night anyway. So let’s try it. You might like it.”

I wanted to. I always wanted to have sex with Jay, and the thought of being where we might be seen made my pussy tingle. But I wasn’t sure I dared. “What if someone does show up?”

“Then you can decide whether you want to invite them to join.” He laughed at the look on my face. “It’s okay, Sam. No one will see. Look, if you really don’t want to do this, just say so. I promise you, I’ll never make you do anything you don’t want to do. But I think you do want to try this; otherwise, we would have just gone straight back to my apartment. Was I wrong?”

“No.” I couldn’t look at him as I admitted, “I want to.”

“Then let’s get out of the car and see what happens.”

We did. Jay went to the front of the car; when I joined him there, he lifted me onto the hood. “You’re supposed to wear skirts when you’re going to see me,” he reminded me.

“I couldn’t wear a skirt to work.”

“I suppose not. But that means I’m going to have to take off your pants. If you had a skirt on all I’d have to do is push it up, and I’d be able to get at that hot little pussy of yours. Guess it’s a good thing you’ll edirne escort be finding another job. Find one that will let you wear skirts.”

“You want me to take my pants off out here?”

“It’s kind of hard for me to fuck you through them.” He rubbed my crotch. “You want to be fucked, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t think I heard you.”

“I want to be fucked,” I said more loudly.

“Thought so.” Jay pulled me to the edge of the hood and stood between my legs, pressing his cock against me. “You want that inside you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“I want your cock inside me.” Moisture filled my pussy; I ached to feel him thrusting into me.

Jay pushed my shirt up and unfastened my bra. It was October; the air was cold, and my nipples hardened instantly when they were exposed to it. He rolled them between his thumbs and fingers, and I gasped. “Do you like that, babe?” he asked softly. “Do you like having me play with your tits where anyone can see?”

“It feels so good!” I shivered, partly from cold, partly from arousal. “God, Jay, please fuck me!”

“I knew you’d like this.” He undid his pants and let his cock spring free. “So you want to feel that?”

I reached out and stroked his dick with a finger. “Yes, I want this. I want this cock inside my pussy.”

“How bad do you want it? Are you wet?”

“Yes.”

“Take off your pants and let me see how wet you are.”

I unzipped and unbuttoned my jeans, and Jay helped me pull them off. It was way too cold to be that naked outside, but I was so horny I barely felt it. Rubbing my thighs, Jay sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. “God!” I said. “Thought you wanted to see how wet I am.”

Without releasing my nipple, Jay slipped a finger into my panties and ran it along my slit. When he touched my clit, I jumped. “Someone’s very horny,” he said. “You’re excited by this, aren’t you, babe? You like being outside with your clothes off?”

“Only if you’re with me.”

“Of course.” He pushed his finger inside me. “Feels like you’re ready to be fucked, huh?”

“Yes!”

“Then I guess I’d better do something about it.” He took a condom out of his pocket and put it on, then grasped my legs and pulled me toward him so my ass was barely on the hood. I struggled; I felt like I was going to fall. “I won’t let you fall,” he assured me. “Wrap your legs around me so I can get my dick into that hot cunt of yours.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he guided his cock into me. In that position I couldn’t move much, but Jay moved enough for both of us, thrusting hard into me until I practically screamed through my orgasm. “Did you like that, babe?” he asked.

“Yes!”

“Good. You know you were loud enough for anyone to hear?”

“I don’t care!”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”

He kept fucking me through a second orgasm, then finally groaned out his release. “Sam, I swear to god you get better every time I fuck you.” He pulled out and tossed the condom aside. I shivered at the loss of his heat. “I know, it’s freezing out here,” Jay said. He handed me my pants and steadied me while I put them on. “Let’s get you home.”

We got into the car and he cranked the heat. After a minute, I stopped shivering, though I was still cold. Jay turned the car around and headed back toward town. “What did you think, babe?” he asked.

“That was fucking hot,” I said.

“Glad you liked it. That’s the second time we’ve fucked in public. Think it’s something you enjoy?”

“I don’t think I’d enjoy it if we got caught, but doing it like this when there’s no threat of anyone finding us, I liked it.”

“Good. I’ll turn you into an exhibitionist yet.”

I laughed. “Why would you want to?”

“Because you’re hot, and I want to show you off. You’re so shy and quiet most of the time, Sam, but you’re not at all like that in private. Time to let your wild side be seen.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“I’ll help you out.”

Jay dropped me off at the corner closest to my house. I kissed him goodbye and walked down the street. When I turned around, he was still watching me, making sure I got home safely.

* * *

My parents were not impressed the next morning when they found out I’d quit my job, even when I told them what had happened with the creepy customer. “You need the money for college, Sam,” my father said. “We’ve talked about this.”

“Yes, and I’m amazed that as protective as you are, you would want me working at a place like that,” I said. At eighteen, I still didn’t have my driver’s license or live on my own because my parents wouldn’t let me. “You told me after the attempted robbery that you didn’t want me working there, so what’s changed? Or is money more important than safety?”

“Money is important,” my mother said. “But if you really felt unsafe, you did the right thing. I have to admit, I’m relieved that you won’t be there anymore. The question is, what are you going to do for work now?”

“The guy I’ve been dating is edirne escort bayan going to help me find another job.” I was planning to call Jay as soon as I got out of class that afternoon; fortunately, he’d given me my own cell phone, since my parents hadn’t been willing to let me have one of those either.

“I want to know more about this guy,” Dad said. “You haven’t told us anything other than that you met him at work. What’s his name? Where does he live? Details would be nice, Sam.”

This was the opening I’d needed to tell them about Jay. I swallowed hard; it wasn’t going to go well. “You know him,” I said. “His name’s Jay Christian.”

The reaction was about what I’d expected. “Jay Christian?” Mom repeated. “Randy’s friend? Samantha, he’s too old for you!”

“Not to mention what kind of person he is,” Dad said. “You can’t see him.”

“Sorry, but I’m eighteen. You can’t tell me who I can and can’t date.”

“You live under our roof, and yes, we can!”

“No, you can’t.” I kept my voice calm; yelling would just prove to them that I was immature. “Besides, not everything you hear is true. Jay’s a good person; he watches out for me. He’s the one who kept me from being robbed, and he took care of the guy who was hassling me last night. And he loves me.”

“From what your brother’s told us about Jay Christian, I doubt he’s capable of loving anyone,” Dad said.

“Randy’s holding a grudge because of something that happened years ago,” I said. “He knows I’ve been seeing Jay. He found out a couple weeks ago. If he’s okay with it, you should be.”

“Randy knew and didn’t tell us?” Dad’s face was turning red. “Sam, that boy… rather, that man is eight years older than you. He’s too old, he isn’t a good person no matter what you think, and as long as you’re living in this house, you will not date him!”

Not raising my voice would be harder if Dad was yelling. And being completely unreasonable, which as far as I was concerned he was. “Then I guess I’ll have to move out,” I said. “I love Jay and he loves me. He treats me well, and I’m not breaking up with him. If I have to live somewhere else to be able to see him, I’ll find somewhere else to live.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Samantha,” Mom said. “You don’t even have a job. How would you afford a place to live?”

“I can get another job.” And Jay would probably help me find a place to stay. Maybe he’d even ask me to move in with him if he knew how ridiculous things were with my parents.

“Let’s just settle down,” said Dad, ironically since he was the one who was least settled. “Sam, don’t you understand that your mother and I are just trying to protect you?”

“Yes, and Jay tries to protect me too,” I said. “Look, I get that you’re worried. I get that you think he’s too old for me and that he’d going to do something to hurt me. But you’re wrong. He would never hurt me.”

“This isn’t going anywhere,” Mom said. “We’re talking in circles. Sam, we don’t want to you see Jay anymore. End of conversation.”

“Then we’ll end the conversation, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to do what you say. I’m going for a walk.”

“Don’t leave this house,” Dad ordered.

“Stop me.” Damn. I’d gone immature after all.

I walked out the door. As soon as I was out of sight of the house, I took out my cell and called Jay. “Are you busy today?” I asked when he answered.

“I have a few things to do, but nothing you couldn’t tag along on,” he replied. “Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”

Relieved that he apparently wasn’t going to ask why I was calling, I said, “I’m walking to the corner where you dropped me off last night.”

“Okay. I’ll meet you there in a few minutes. You don’t mind waiting there, do you?”

If I stayed in one place, my parents might come after me. Then again, they never had before. They’d probably gotten used to me being argumentative. “Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Good. See you in a few, then.”

I stood at the corner for what felt longer than it really was because I was bored. Finally Jay stopped at the curb beside me. “Sorry I took so long,” he said. “I was in the middle of something when you called. Get in; we’re going to Tillie’s for a few minutes.”

“Is that what you were in the middle of? Tillie?”

Jay laughed. “No, I actually haven’t fucked her since the day I told you I love you. Which doesn’t mean I wouldn’t; I just haven’t felt like it. You and I’ve been seeing each other more; I’m pretty well satisfied. I was in the middle of trying to arrange to have a new bed delivered to my apartment.”

“Did you break the old one?”

“You’re a real wiseass this morning, aren’t you. No, I didn’t break the old one, but you can help me try to break the new one when it arrives. It’s supposed to be delivered this afternoon.” He put his hand on my thigh. “You never know, maybe one of the delivery guys will be really hot and he’ll help us break in the bed.”

“I hope you’re joking.”

“You’ve had a threesome before.”

“Yeah, with you and Tillie. It wouldn’t be the same thing with you and another guy.”

“Believe me, I think you’d be able to handle it.”

We drove up to Tillie’s house. A couple of cars were out front. “She’s got some hairstyles to do today,” Jay said. “We’ll just be here a couple minutes. She sold some stuff for me.”

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I looked at my watch, “Fuck!” I thought. I was running so late. I opened the car door before the cabbie brought us to a stop at the curbside drop off. My flight was supposed to start boarding in less than twenty minutes. I tossed a $20 at the driver, grabbed my rolling luggage, and b-lined it to screening.

“Just my luck”, I thought to myself, “Screening always takes forever,” and I didn’t have a moment to spare. I hated this part of flying. I hated having to unload my belt, shoes, pockets, and everything else. My first time through the new full body scanners, I almost made an embarrassment out of myself. My pants had been loose fitting and my wallet still in my back pocket. I looked so stupid with my hips thrust to the side to keep them from falling and showing the entire traveling public my nether regions. Anyway…Luckily for me, my flight was a red-eye and only the most desperate of passengers travel at those god-awful times of the day. Thankfully there were only a handful of passengers in line. Maybe I could get through this easy today.

“Passport and boarding pass sir!” I glanced up and noticed the TSA screening agent sitting behind her podium. I was in a hasty daze that I almost didn’t recognize her. “Sir, I need to see your boarding pass or you ain’t flyin’ tonight.” What a cocky attitude.

Her tone struck me off guard. Like, what had gotten into this woman. I took a second to take in this woman. She was short and on the pudgier side, granted those horrible tight blue shirts never flattered anyone’s figure no matter what they looked like. Her smirk was slid to the left side of her face and she was tapping her fingers. She wasn’t ugly but her personality made me want to gag. I didn’t need this kind of treatment. I had been up over forty-eight hours without sleep and I was on my way back to Brooklyn for a few days off. I stared at her and stretched out my hand with the documents.

She must have saw the misery in my eyes and decided to make my night worse. “Left lane for full body screening sir!”

“What? I’m a Frequent Flyer. I’ve been through your background check specifically so I don’t have to. Look, it says that right here on my boarding pass,” I exclaimed.

“Sir if you don’t comply I’ll have to send you for a cavity search!” That honestly sent chills down my spine. I’m not opposed to kinky situations but this woman was creeping me out.

“Fine fine. I’m going. No need to get up.” I grabbed my luggage handle and turned left. Off came my shoes and everything else. I lugged my bag up onto the belt and stepped forward. An officer held up his hand and motioned me towards the body scanner. I stepped in, turned, and put my hands above my head. I have flown so much over the past few years it was muscle memory.

“Sir step forward and follow me into Room

. We have to do a pat down.” It was another woman’s voice. I glanced up and actually smiled a bit. She was thin and tall, blonde, and seemed to be in a much better mood than the first woman.

I stepped into the room, “What seems to be the problem?”

“Our scanners picked up a bulge beneath your waist and I’m required to perform a pat-down.” It all happened to fast. She stepped forward and grabbed my arm, spinning me backwards. It all took me by surprise in my walking coma that I couldn’t adana escort react in time. She pinned me against the wall and handcuffed my arms behind my back. She held my cuffed hands up behind my back and knowing I had no belt on, reached down with her right hand and pulled my pants down.

“What is going on?” I exclaimed, “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” And almost before I could finish my sentence, she reached up between my legs and grasped my flaccid cock. She massaged it between her hands and began pulling on my sack. I couldn’t help my cock’s reaction as it began rising to full attention.

“I saw how my coworker treated you. Thought I’d make it up to you. I just had to know how big you were and I am certainly impressed.”

She pulled on my handcuffs once again and spun be around, landing on the bench. She knelt between my legs and pulled my stiffened prick and balls out of the opening in my boxers. She had on latex gloves and must have licked her hands. She took my cock in her right hand and my balls in her left. She started slowly stroking me then quickening the pace. I didn’t know what was happening but who was I to complain.

I was soon getting into it, my hips responding on their own accord. She must have sensed that I was close and leaned forward. I felt my cock slide between her soft warm lips, passed her soaking wet tongue, and hit the back of her throat. This sent me over the edge. My balls contracted and cum pumped into her mouth. She sucked expertly and swallowed every drop. She made sure to suck my tip until every trace of cum was gone.

“Wh-what, why?” I couldn’t form a full sentence. I was confused and satisfied as hell. She stood and unlocked my handcuffs.

“Please put your clothes back on and exit the booth. Our scanners must have malfunctioned, you are clear to proceed.” She turned and disappeared. I quickly tucked myself back in and made myself look presentable. I turned the handle and peaked outside, she was gone.

Lost in an eerie confusion, I headed to my gate. It was a few minute walk where I passed so many shops and restaurants that had closed hours ago. I had forgotten how late I was when I walked up to the podium at Gate 515. “Sir are you on Flight 69?” the gate attendant asked.

“Um yes. Yes I am,” I muttered,

“I’m glad you showed up when you did. We were just about to close the door for push. And if you’d like, one of our first class passenger’s never arrived. You are being offered a free upgrade if you wish.”

“Oh, um. Yes, absolutely!” Where had my day gone. What started out as this never-ending day from hell was already turning around to be one of the best days of my life! She scanned my boarding pass and led me down the boarding bridge.

“Your new seat sir is 3A. Blankets and pillows are under your seat. Please let the flight attendant know if you need anything.”

I nodded to her and plopped into my seat. Despite my exhaustion, I was starting to wake up a bit. I looked around and noticed something odd. The gate agent said only one first class passenger didn’t show up but there was no one else but me in the front of the cabin. I looked behind me and the curtain was closed to the economy class. Who was I to complain but still I felt off. I reached ankara escort above my head and pressed the call button.

Within seconds, the curtain in front of me opened and a gorgeous brunette flight attendant walked toward me. She was stunning! She wore three inch heals and a tight skirt that hugged her shapely legs like there was no tomorrow. Her top was too short for professional, in my opinion, and showed a small gap of her navel above her skirt. She was tan and toned, no doubt a fitness addict. Her blouse was tight and accentuated her beautiful breasts nicely. There was a slight hint of cleavage just below her thin black chocker necklace. She smiled at me as she approached; beautifully full lips and the whitest teeth you had ever seen.

“Is there anything I can assist you with sir? We are getting ready for takeoff momentarily. Would you like a drink?”

“Um yes that sounds nice. Whiskey on the Rocks? Oh, by the way, was I the only one that was upgraded to first class? I don’t understand.”

“You are not mistaken sir. This cabin is normally booked completely by one individual who was not able to make his flight tonight. He does not like to share the first class cabin with others. As such, we provide him with all the services we would normally give to the other passengers in this portion of the cabin. Do not worry. We will take good care of you on this flight in his honor. I will be back with your drink shortly and might I suggest you get some sleep as this will be a long flight.”

I couldn’t shake another uneasy feeling. Maybe I was just too exhausted. I placed my pillow between my head and the wall and was soon drifting off to sleep. The last thing I remember was the rumble of the jet engines powering up as we rocketed down the runway for takeoff. I drifted from consciousness before the airplane left the ground.

– – –

Dreaming. It had been so long since I had dreamt. Maybe I just never remembered my dreams. But I couldn’t help feeling so alert in this one. I was reliving my security screening experience. It felt so real. Her hands sliding on my cock. I was so relaxed. My mind drifted with excitement.

I imagined a different scenario with myself sliding out of the handcuffs and bending her over the bench, ramming my cock into her hot awaiting pussy. I grabbed her hips and rammed my cock into her depths faster and faster. She would meet my thrust with such vigor, her breast would start working their way free of her bra, soon swaying and bouncing with every thrust. Just as I felt my balls constrict, I would pull out and spray my cum all over her ass. My hand grasping and pumping my cock, working every drop out as my seed splashed against her cheeks and dripped down to her legs.

I had experienced a mind blowing orgasm but my cock wouldn’t soften. It stood at full attention, pulsing, wanting more, needing to be fucked. I felt so aware of my erection. It felt so real. Blood was filling my cock stiffer than I had ever felt. It was as though I would burst. I found myself looking down at my cock wishing for release.

There was a jolt and I opened my eyes. I awoke out of my still sleepy daze. My cock was bouncing freely at full attention; my pants open. Slight turbulence rocked the cabin. I looked right adıyaman escort and the brunette flight attendant was sitting next to me with her hand wrapped around my bulging erection, slowly jerking me off. I met her gaze and she smiled.

“Relax. I told you we were going to take good care of you.” Two other flight attendants were standing behind her in the isle. Both of their hands were on their breasts, fondling themselves. I couldn’t look away. I was again speechless but who was I to protest. The standing flight attendants moved their hands and slowly began unbuttoning their blouse. Soon DD cleavage was spilling over their bras. Both discarded their blouses in the seats behind them and unclasped their bra. Each slid their hands underneath their bra as it slid to the ground.

The ever slight turbulence to the flight made their glorious breasts bounce and jiggle between their fingers. Their thumb and index fingers playfully pinching their nipples. My brunette attendant was increasing her vigor on my cock. I felt my orgasm building. One of the blondes moved behind my seat while the other moved to meet my gaze head on. The one behind me leaned forward and mashed her breasts behind my head. The one in my front followed suit and pressed her breasts to my face. They both worked their breasts up and down my face. I finally managed to land a nipple between my lips for which I sucked hard.

The attendant working my cock leaned forward and took me into her mouth. She was soon bobbing up and down my shaft at a good rhythm. If this kept up much longer I’d explode. I nibbled on the nipple between my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. We both moaned together. I couldn’t help but be thoroughly taken by the experience. I was no longer in control. The brunette must have noticed I was getting close and took her right hand to fondle my balls, sucking harder on my shaft.

My orgasm built. Pressure rose in my balls and at the base of my shaft. I tried holding on, trying to last seconds longer. My hips gyrating my cock in her mouth. I broke. An explosion rose up my shaft and across my body. Every muscle in my body contracted and spasmed. I couldn’t breathe with the tit flesh against my face. I had died and gone to heaven. Even though my eyes were closed, I felt tunnel vision taking over me. Darkness overcame me and I was again asleep.

I had such a powerful orgasm that I passed out during. I must have been asleep for hours. I had never before experienced such pleasure. I couldn’t move. I heard some noise off into the distance, a ding. Sound gradually got louder, my consciousness returning. I was still sitting in my seat. I jumped and looked down. My cock was put away, where it should be. I looked around and tried to remember, was that real? Or was I just that exhausted that I dreamt the whole thing?

I heard the pilot’s voice over the PA, “Flight Attendants, please prepare the cabin for landing.” There was no movement in first class. Moments later we touched down and taxied to our gate. As we stopped, the front curtain opened and the brunette flight attendant walked toward me.

“Thank you for flying with us today. Please be sure to take all of your belongings with you.” She winked at me before continuing through the cabin and into economy class behind me. I was spent, both physically and sexually. It HAD happened. This was a story I’d hold onto forever. I stood up and pulled my luggage from the overhead bin.

“I wonder what would happen next time if I used my frequent flyer miles?” I chuckled to myself as I walked up the boarding bridge to head home.

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Calico Nailed on the Roof

She was named Callie when she was born, but as her baby blonde hair grew out and was replaced by tri-color blonde, brunette, and red, her grandfather took to calling her Calico, and it stuck. Now, at 26, Calico kept her namesake hair cropped short in the back and around her ears, but long and full, on top.

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Calico woke up wet.

“God damn fuck.”

She was also very cold. For the past several days her area had been hit by summer thunderstorms that knocked down trees, broke power lines, in her case, tore several shingles off Granny-Aunt’s roof. Of course, because of the storm, all the roofing repair contractors were either busy, or had left town. Calico and Granny-Aunt had spent the entire previous day, putting out every bucket, bowl or tea cup they could find; anything to catch the countless drips through the ceiling.

Now, it seemed, there was one directly over Calico’s bed. Not a big drip, but it had evidently been going on all night as she slept. Her blankets were soaked and so was she.

Grumbling, she rolled out of bed and stood shivering in just her favorite high-cut cotton panties, which were also wet for all the wrong reasons.

She pulled the panties off and used them to wipe her tits, pits, and clit, hoping for a little warmth once she was dry. Tossing the underwear onto the floor, she started stripping the sheets, adding them to the panties, before going in search of yet another bowl.

Once she was in the living room and away from the “blackout curtains” she preferred in her room, she noticed the rain had actually stopped. Early morning sun struggled past the dark clouds. What was still leaking must have been from any water still on their flat roof.

Over the past several days, water soaked into the ceiling insulation, where it sat, mildewing until enough collected so it started to run through the sheet rock. Most of her casual clothes had been soaked in water that had taken on a strong mildew smell. Fortunately it was a summer storm: lots of sound and fury but still 90 degrees out by 10AM.

She smelled coffee brewing and walked into the kitchen to find Granny-Aunt standing at the counter with her back to her, and wearing a large, thick robe which looked invitingly warm. And dry. Calico wrapped her arms around her aunt from behind.

Granny-Aunt rubbed her ass back against Calico’s public hair, as she cooed, “OK, Clint, but if you want another B.J. you’re going to have to…” She turned around. “Oh, it’s you. Where are your clothes at?”

“Everything I own is soaked to the core.”

“Aw, to be young again.”

“From the rain, Granny-Aunt, you pervert.”

“Well, the sun is out now. I don’t suppose there’s much can be done.”

“I guess I can get up there with a push broom and clear the standing water.”

“I think there’s a tarp and some tack nails in the garden shed, if that’s any help.”

“Thanks Granny-Aunt. Stand by in case I fall off and die.”

“If that happens, can I have your Oingo Boingo collection?”

Calico chose to ignore her, and, instead, went back into her bedroom to find something to wear.

Because of the warm weather, she opted to wear her bright orange two-piece swimsuit. No point in getting any more clothes ruined by stinky tar-paper water.

She did a quick stop at the mirror. While not technically a bikini, the high-cut showed off her hips and tight gusset molded to her crease in the front. She chuckled at her assessment because she knew she’d be adding large galoshes and knee pads from the garden equipment. “I am sexay as fuck,” she laughed.

She found the tarpaulin and tack nails in the garden shed, as Granny-Aunt had promised, along with the goloshes and knee pads. A few minutes later, the ladder was leaning against the house and Calico was on her hands and knees, scraping soggy tar paper and hammering nails. When she heard someone on the ladder, she called out, “Who’s coming up?”

“It’s Lenny.”

Calico smiled. Lenny was her neighbor on the up-hill side. She often saw him and his wife as they went for their morning fun together. In their 50s, both were very fit and attractive. Lenny was tall and muscular, with just enough gray in his dark hair to trigger a tug in her groin. He was always friendly and helpful. His wife, Sheila, was a tall blonde with curves in her figure that Calico envied and lusted after. Just fun fantasy stuff.

Knowing it was only him, she kept working on all fours, purposely adding extra wiggle to her backside to give Lenny a thrill.

After a few minutes, Calico realized Lenny hadn’t made a sound. For a moment, she wondered if her butt action had given the old guy a heart attack. She looked his way, and found him crouching quietly, wearing a t-shirt and light blue briefs-style swimsuit, smiling as he watched her. Being Calico, she immediately noticed his swim suit was quite tight and his thick cock was straining at the elastic.

Then she noticed elazığ escort he was holding up his phone, filming her. She glanced at her orange-clad ass. Smirking, she reached back and ran a finger under the leg holes, pressing them into her crack like a thong. Her tan cheeks spilled out.

“Enjoy looking at my ass, do you, Lenny?”

“Yeah, Calico, I sure do. The missus and I have been watching your video on a loop for days.”

It took Calico a few seconds to figure out that he meant the video she had made available on line. It was her, naked, having sex with Jeff, the delivery man with the monstrous cock. Only a half-dozen people had signed in to buy it, so far. “Oh, you must be LennySquiggly1976?”

He smiled proudly. “Squiggly is Sheila’s online avatar, so we combined our names when we signed up for your account. As I said, we’ve been watching it non-stop. Gets us both plenty worked up!”

“Yes, I can see that,” she nodded toward his briefs, where the head was now very close to emerging completely. “You’re a big boy, aren’t you, Lenny?”

“Yeah, sorry. I don’t mean to tease, but that’s part of why we enjoy the video. My wife loves taking my big dick in her two holes.”

Two? thought Calico to herself, admitting she couldn’t blame a lady for hesitating to have that large intruder in her ass. Her eyes watered at the image.

“But sometimes she gets too sore,” Lenny continued. “She needs a break, but I want to keep going. Watching the video, Sheila suggested you would be able to help us out. I’m not nearly as big as that guy, but we thought, maybe?”

He had not stopped recording and her exhibitionist streak was getting the better of her. She turned toward him, sitting on the tarp and spreading her legs as she pulled the rubber shoes off. “So, you thought, what? You’d video my butt for your private collection?”

He nodded toward his house up the hill. “We saw you from our window. Sheila started rubbing me and saying how sexy your ass looked and if I brought home another video, she would suck me all night.”

Calico smirked, “Sounds reasonable.” She slipped a finger under her swimsuit top, teasing her tiny nipple. “But here’s the deal. You keep filming, and I’ll give you a video that will make Sheila cum just by watching us. There is only one condition; I get to keep it and sell it online. How does that sound?”

“Watching… us?”

She wondered if he had caught that. “Of course, us, Lenny,” Calico untied the string at the back of her top letting it fall away from her flat chest. “If Sheila wanted to watch a sexy woman fingering herself until she dripped all over her hand, she’d crouch in front of a mirror.” The mental image of Lenny’s wife masturbating stirred Calico’s juices. Still wearing the knee pads, she started to crawl toward the tall man with the tent in his briefs. “No, she wants to see the same tiny woman who took Jeff’s huge dick take her husband’s cock.” She slid her hand up Lenny’s pant leg, encircling the velvety head. “This cock. Don’t you agree?”

“I do. I certainly do agree. Um… how do we start?”

“Well, first,” she stood up and took the phone camera from him. Strutting a few feet away, she leaned it against the upright of the ladder. She peered into the screen, made sure it was still recording, checked the angle, and pinched her small nipples, giving them a bit of a rise.

Happy with the camera, she turned to fill the frame with her tight ass. As she crawled back to Lenny, she looked up at the neighboring house where she spotted Sheila, naked in the window, one hand holding binoculars, the other massaging her crotch. Calico felt her pussy swell with excitement as she blew Lenny’s wife as kiss.

When she crawled between Lenny’s legs, she found a large dark spot where pre-cum had oozed through the light blue briefs. She put her mouth on the spot, sucking and licking it. She leaned back to catcher her breath, “A bit excited, Lenny? That’s good.” Turning her back to the house, she bent forward at the hips, exposing her ass to Sheila and her pubes to the camera as she pulled down her swimsuit bottoms. “Let’s see how excited you really are.”

Lenny was still crouched down, with his back to the window. Calico ran her hand up the front of his briefs, pressing more pre-cum into the fabric. The she pressed downward, sliding along his shaft, over his balls and under him so her fingers reappeared between his butt cheeks. Doing it as much for Sheila as for Lenny, she pressed her middle finger into the fabric, rubbing it against his anus.

Lenny groaned, “Ah, Calico. That felt so good. Sheila never touches my ass. No 3-somes and no ass-play. House rules.”

Calico felt her breasts swell at the unspoken challenge. “Maybe this will inspire her,” She curled her arm up behind, leaning close to inhale the scent of his cock before opening her mouth around where she knew the head was waiting under the thin fabric. She started to stand up, her arm between his legs erzincan escort forcing him to follow suit. When he was on his feet, she closed her fingers around the elastic at the back and her teeth on the front. She pulled the back first, lowering the suit over his tight butt, then bent down to drag the front down as well. His cock slapped her forehead as it sprang free. She scooted up to catch the head between her lips as she pulled the suit down the rest of the way in the back, leaving it hanging over his ankles and sneakers.

She moved a bit to one side, as if trying to get him deeper in her mouth. The truth is, she wanted to turn for both the camera and his wife. She rocked down on the kneepads, lifting her butt up as her cheeks spread, making sure Sheila’s binoculars had the perfect view of Calico’s puffy cunt lips and her tight anus as she sucked Lenny’s large dick. Calico also knew Sheila could see her arm, still up behind her husband’s butt. Wiggling her hand sideways, she slipped it between his cheeks, diddling his asshole with her middle finger. Lenny lurched forward, shoving his dick deep into her throat. Calico pressed the back of her tongue upward, catching the head of Lenny’s cock against her soft palate. “Gah!” he shouted, pumping into her again. “Wow, Calico. That is fantastic.”

She did it again. He shouted again and started humping her face, shoving his eight-inch cock deep in her throat. Calico forced her finger into his dry ass. He screamed, “AGH! SHEILA, MY ASS!”

Well, that will make great video, she thought. As Calico felt the fluids welling from her pussy, she realized she was feeling a bit of a sisterly obligation to Lenny’s wife. Not only for a good show, but perhaps to open her eyes to things she might try with her man. And, Calico had to admit, perhaps have a chance of her own with the sexy blonde with the voyeuristic kink. She drove two fingers into her cunt, groaning around his dick, fucking her fingers with quick thrusts as she sucked his cock with the same tempo.

“Oh fuck, Calico! Yes.” She loved having a man plunge her throat. She was tempted to devour any cum he could shoot in her gullet, but she knew there was more to do.

He shouted again when she pulled her finger from his butthole and her mouth from his cock. She stood up quickly, going on tip-toes to kiss this sexy man. He put his arms around her and returned the kiss. She broke the kiss, smiling. “Got your balance?”

“Um… yes?”

“Grab my ass and hang on,” she didn’t wait for his response before jumping on his hips, impaling herself on his long cock with the first try. “FUCK YES,” she shouted as she was suddenly and completely filled!

As with every man she had ever fucked, Calico had to admit, she began evaluating. With Jeff, it had been easy. Size before anything else. Yes, he was caring and careful, but it had been about the stretching and the filling and the pain. Lenny’s 8-inches was what she called “good-big.” Larger than average, quite big, in fact. But not so much that there was any discomfort besides her cunt stretching to accommodate. (Calico made a mental note to seek out the perfect 7-inch dick on a guy who enjoyed eating pussy and margaritas.) Lenny bounced her on his dick, yanking her back to the job at hand. She grabbed around his neck and nibbled his earlobe before saying, “Let’s give Sheila a show. Make her want to fuck both of us!”

“YES, CALICO,” he shouted, though she was not sure if it was for her benefit or his wife’s. “YOU’RE CUNT IS SO TIGHT. ONLY MY WIFE HAS FUCKED ME BETTER THAN YOU.” Well, that answered that question. No man compares a sex partner to his wife unless he’s stupid or trying to make a point about the wife. Lenny was not stupid.

He pumped deeper with every thrust and Calico felt her insides begin to coil. She decided to join the “tease Sheila” game, shouting “GOD LENNY. YES! ONLY YOUR WIFE COULD MAKE ME CUM BETTER!” She mentally shrugged. It was worth a try. But it was no game that his dick was hitting all the right places. The size, the shape, the head all conspiring to… “FUCK LENNY, I’M CUMMING. YOUR COCK…AAAAHHH!” her stomach knotted as her cunt let loose a fountain of cum around his cock. She twerked into his hard stomach as he bounced her frantically on his dick. Her head dropped onto his shoulder, gasping for breath, “Enough, Lenny. Slow, stop. Too much.”

He kissed the top of her head as he let her weight bring her softly down the full length of his dick. Calico sighed, before wiggling her ass. “You’re still hard, baby?”

He could only shrug, smiling sheepishly.

Calico lifted her head to look up at the window. “He’s still hard,” she called out.

Sheila’s boobs bounced as she shrugged, “See what I have to deal with? You two better come in.” When Lenny turned to look at her, she spread her the lips of her pussy, pointing to her pouting cunt.

“Let’s go,” Lenny almost forgot to put her down. He yanked his swimsuit mostly over his throbbing erzurum escort dick. Calico gathered up her suit, but didn’t bother to put it on. It was only a hundred-yard dash between houses in broad daylight after they had been shouting obscenities literally from the rooftop. She did remember to grab Lenny’s phone as she followed him down the ladder.

Halfway down, Calico looked to see Granny-Aunt looking up at her naked ass. When her feet hit the ground, Granny-Aunt said, “Don’t forget what pays the bills, my sweet whore,” and handed Calico her mobile phone.

They made it to Lenny’s front door without getting arrested; One of many advantages of living in a largely remote neighborhood. Sure, everyone in a half-mile will know she and Lenny were doing the dirty on the roof. But most didn’t care and some would only smile, thinking back on their time with the local internet slut. Calico chuckled to herself, proud of her reputation as well as her income.

Sheila was standing just inside the door, naked, with two fingers in her mouth and three in her cunt. Lenny dove for his wife. He covered her face with kisses as she grabbed his hard cock and started pumping. I took advantage of their “couples time” to upload the video to my email. When I looked up, Sheila was watching me, chuckling. She nodded at Lenny’s phone. “I’ll be looking for that tomorrow.”

I held up my phone, “Will you also be looking for this?” and I hit record. Sheila suddenly went all shy. She raised one arm to block the side view of her terrific tits, but when she lowered her eyes modestly, she was confronted by her other hand holding her husband’s large, hard cock in a hand covered in juices from her cunt.

Enchanted that image, Sheila seemed to melt to her knees, kissing his dick with soft affection. Lenny’s hips were moving back and forth with some urgency. Sheila sank his cock into her mouth. His pent-up lust kicked in and he started fucking her mouth with near fury. She seemed familiar with this behavior and immediately relaxed her throat. Calico made sure she got a close up of Sheila’s neck as it bulged from his intrusion. Sheila reflexively brought her left hand to his bare hip, ready to push back if the need arose. But far from discouraging him, her other hand slid under her face to cradle his balls. Calico zoomed in again, realizing that this might also be a defensive position; if Lenny got too rough too soon, she could shut it down really quick with only a squeeze.

Calico had another idea.

Gliding the camera across Sheila’s face, flushed and intent on the big cock in her mouth, Calico moved up to her hand, resting on Lenny’s hip. Calico’s hand came into frame, gently lifting Sheila’s hand away. As she stood back up, Calico straightened the arm holding the camera, keeping it turned toward her. She slowly licked Sheila’s fingers, taking them deep into her mouth and sucking them. She heard Sheila moan softly. She let the camera follow her wet fingers from her mouth, between her small tits, then across her pubic hair and down to her pussy. She laid her fingers on top of Sheila’s, pushing then between her pussy lips and into her warm wetness.

“Oh, Calico,” Sheila groaned, her face buried in Lenny’s pubes, “I can’t see you, but it feels wonderful. I hope you’re getting this on camera. Whatever you want, I’m yours, you sexy lady.”

At Sheila’s promise, she hesitated going through with her plan to help their marriage. Her eyes fluttered as she removed the fingers from her cunt. “Another time, blondie. I promise.”

Calico was a bit smug when she realized what a good job she was doing with the camera work. She followed the hand up from her pussy, moving Sheila’s hand to caress her husband’s buns. She lined up the image with Sheila’s fingers at the top of his crack.

“Ah, what are you doing, babe?” Sheila almost whined. “It feels so good.”

“Uh huh,” Lenny grunted his agreement.

Calico shoved Sheila’s hand down his crack, forcing the naturally lubed fingers into his asshole!

“AW FUCK!” Lenny shouted.

“What the fuck?” Sheila shouted. She flinched her arm, but Calico was ready and held her firm by the wrist, pushing her fingers deeper. Sheila pulled away from her husband’s dick to shout at Calico “I’m a good girl! Let me go! Not his shithole! I’m a… good… girl.”

Lenny was rocking his hips back on her fingers, then forward into her mouth. “Oh God, Sheila baby. I’ve wanted this forever.”

Calico felt Sheila shiver, whimpering, then begin to relax and respond, moving her fingers in and out to match his hips, while her throat flexed on his cock. Calico had no idea where to point the camera, so she stepped back to a medium shot of the couple; Sheila expressing her devotion in the most intimate and nasty way. Watching the performance (as she knew she would countless times in the days to come) Calico started to rub her own clit.

Lenny was pounding faster and harder, screaming his wife’s name again and again. Calico had to admire Sheila’s technique; her mouth relaxed and her fingers pumping, she was in complete control of the depth and speed as she led her husband to an explosive orgasm. She swallowed every drop. Her hand relaxed, slipping from his dark hole. Calico noticed Sheila sniffing her fingers, experimentally.

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1. All characters are 18+

2. No characters resemble real people

3. Enjoy the fiction

Note: Melody Meyer is a character borrowed from the Pretty Flowers story.

—-

Sunday morning, I took Bob out for a good walk. We saw Olivia when we returned to the house. “Anna’s really excited this morning,” she told me.

My mind raced through the sexy show she’d given me last night. “Oh?” I simply said.

“Yeah, she’s so happy to take care of your dog.”

I relaxed a little. “Oh, yeah, Bob loves Anna too.” Bob looked up at us with his dopey bulldog smile. “I know he’s in good hands.”

“I’m glad too,” she told me. “It gives her something to do this summer. Most of the time she’s spending lying around the house. But, she needs a car to get a job, so I guess that’ll happen.”

“Maybe I can make a little financial contribution to the car fund,” I offered. “It’s the least I can do for her dog-sitting. I offered it before, but she didn’t take it.”

Olivia considered it. “If you want, I won’t turn it down. If she won’t take it, I will, and I’ll just put it in a savings account for her.”

“No problem,” I said. “I’ll take care of it when I get back from this trip.”

—-

I made my flights with no problem and checked into my hotel in Phoenix around 8:00 that night. I grabbed some takeout and brought it back to the hotel room. While I ate, I texted Anna. ‘How’s it going?’

‘Good. Just going over in a minute to feed Bob.’

Good, I thought. Just in time. I grabbed my tablet and brought up the security cameras. I watched for a few minutes before Anna entered, wearing a tanktop and shorts, similar to how she’d looked the previous night. She waved at the camera there as she came in.

True to form, right after she fed Bob, she disappeared from view. I switched cameras to see her wander up the stairs and into my room. She waved at the camera in the upstairs hall as she passed it, confirming she knew it was there since the first time. Even though neither of us had brought it up, she had put on a show, hoping I’d see it.

I switched again to the newest camera, the one she didn’t know about, the one with the built-in microphone. She walked slowly around the bed, looking at things on the walls. I thought for a minute that she’d spot the camera on my dresser, hidden between two picture frames, but she didn’t.

She spotted one picture on a table in the corner, and I saw her mouth frown at it. It was a picture of myself with Linda, holding Bob as a young puppy. It was the first day we had got him. Linda and I were all smiles in that picture. It was taken well before things went to shit and she divorced me. Anna clearly didn’t like the picture. She turned it so it was facing down on the table. I gathered that she wasn’t a fan of Linda. That was okay, neither was I.

Anna sat on the bed and laid back. Her head turned to the side and smelled my scent on my bed linens. Her hand went straight into her shorts, touching herself for a minute, just enjoying her surroundings. Then she stripped her shorts off, spreading her legs more, and slipped her fingers inside. I wondered if she was thinking of the previous night, when I’d basically commanded her to bring herself to two powerful orgasms.

This was a little different. Not just the change in location. But I could tell it was taking Anna a little longer to really get going. Then I realized the difference tonight and the last few nights. Before, Anna knew I was at my window, watching, and that turned her on. Last night, I not only was watching, but actively guiding. Tonight, it was almost frustrating for her, as she had no idea I was watching.

I decided to text her. Nothing obvious, but maybe something subtle to help her along. ‘I didn’t see you leave. Are you still in the house? Upstairs?’

I heard her phone ding through the camera’s microphone, and she picked it up when she saw it was from me. She immediately texted back. ‘Yeah, just looking.’

‘Are you in my room right now?’ I sent her.

She looked around, curious if there was a camera, but she couldn’t see it. ‘Maybe,’ she responded.

‘I bet you’re on my bed, doing something naughty?’

The camera resolution was good enough to see her blush. ‘Don’t you wish you were here to see?’

‘I do wish that. Bet you wish it too.’

‘Oh yes. Last night was so damn hot.’

‘Pretend I’m there in the room, standing by the closet.’ I purposefully misdirected her attention there, so she didn’t see the camera on the dresser. ‘Take off your clothes. I want to picture you naked on my bed.’

She was already bottomless, but then she stripped off her top too. I sent her another message. ‘Send me a pic of your body in my room.’ She took a picture, and a few seconds later I got a picture from her point of view, looking down on her naked body, with my room in the background.

‘Good girl. Touch yourself. Pretend I’m there to watch you.’ Her left hand still holding her phone, I watched her right hand go back to her pussy, now with more gusto, more diyarbakır escort excitement. She was much more turned on now. ‘Put your fingers inside, and pretend they’re mine. Pretend it’s me getting you off.’ The camera now showed her frigging herself with a passion, and I heard her gasping and moaning.

One last message, ‘I want you to cum on my bed. Make it wet with your juices. Make my bed smell like you.’ That was enough to set her off, and she climaxed. She squealed loudly and clenched her legs together around her hand. I saw a nice wet spot on the bedspread just below her glistening peach.

I waited a minute for her to relax, before sending her: ‘Did you cum?’

She texted back, ‘Yes I did. Your bed is wet from me.’

‘Good girl. I can’t wait to smell you when I get home.’

Anna put her clothes back on, and before she left the house, texted me one more time. ‘Thanks for the fantasy. Goodnight.’

I wasn’t blind to what I was doing. At first, I had resisted Anna’s flirtations. When it became obvious that I couldn’t resist, I was going with the flow. I still had not touched her, but I was assisting with her fantasies. Maybe she had some ‘daddy issues’, with her apparent attraction to an older man. I tried to think of myself as helping her, rather than taking advantage. I still considered her off-limits to fuck, but I didn’t mind the show while it lasted.

—-

I spent Monday at my client’s offices in Phoenix. They were very happy with my work, and they took me to a very nice lunch. The boss talked about his family, very proud of his son and daughter, 23 and 19 respectively. He asked if I had any kids, which I honestly said no, that the closest thing that I had to a child was my loyal bulldog Bob.

That afternoon, I got another call from Linda. “What do you want?” I asked, not even saying hi.

“Grant, I’m coming over. I want to see Bob tonight,” she said, very adamantly.

“Linda, I’m not even home right now. Can we talk about this some other time?”

“What do you mean, some other time?”

“Linda, I’m out of town for work, and I’m very busy.” It was only 4:00 where I was, which meant it was 6:00 back home. I still had some work to do, but Linda was clearly off for the day.

“Good, so you don’t mind if I go visit Bob right now.”

“No, Linda, don’t go in my house.”

“Bye, Grant.” She hung up.

DAMMIT! I swore internally. I huffed and tried to think of what to do, but the solution was thankfully easy. I immediately called Anna. She answered, “Hi Grant!”

“Anna, get over to my house right now. It’s an emergency.”

“What? What emergency?”

“My ex is going to try to steal Bob. Go get him and hide him at your house.”

“I’m on it,” she said, very dutifully. “Call you back in a minute.” She hung up.

I pulled out my tablet and pulled up my camera feeds. Anna entered the back door, into the kitchen, and called for Bob. He came running right away. She got him on his leash, and got him outside.

Anna had just closed the back door when I saw Linda come in the front. I kicked myself for not changing the locks when she left. Linda called for Bob, looked around the furniture, under the tables, and found nothing. I saw her look in the kitchen too, then she went upstairs and looked there too. No Bob.

My phone rang, with Anna’s call. “I got him,” she told me.

“That was close,” I told her. “You got out just before Linda came in. I don’t think she saw you.”

“I know how much you hate that bitch, Grant. I’d never let her have Bob.”

I was relieved, and felt relaxed as I saw Linda leave my house. “Thank you so much, Anna. I owe you a huge, huge favor.”

“Sounds good,” she said. I could hear the smile emanating from her face. “I’ll hold you to that. Goodnight.” She hung up.

About two seconds later, Linda called. “Where’s Bob, Grant?” Her voice was showing her frustration.

I played dumb. “What do you mean? He’s not in the house? Maybe you didn’t look hard enough.”

“Very funny. Did you take him to a dog kennel or something?”

“I don’t need to tell you anything, except that I’ll be changing my locks when I get home. Bye, Linda.” I was happy to have gotten the upper hand on her for once. Not only had Linda not gotten Bob, but thanks to my cameras, I had evidence that Linda had entered my home without permission. I could use that later.

I thought about what I’d have to do to make up for Anna’s help. I’d buy her a car, but I couldn’t afford it. Maybe I could contribute to Olivia’s savings to help the car fund. But I had a feeling that Anna wanted something quite different.

—-

Anna had explained to her mother about Linda’s intrusion. I also talked to her on the phone about the situation. Olivia agreed that Bob could stay in their house until I returned home. I thanked them both profusely. I also spoke to my boss, saying no more work trips for a little while, until I resolved things with my ex-wife. He frowned only a little, but agreed to give edirne escort me some time.

I got back home around 11:30 on Tuesday night. It was late, but I saw their lights were still on, so I knocked on Olivia’s door. She answered, with Anna and Bob both close behind. I knelt down and hugged Bob to me. I had really worried that Linda would get him. Bob was my closest friend. Some days, he was the only thing that kept me sane. Losing him would be my ruin.

I stood up and hugged both women, one in each arm. “Thank you both again. I don’t know what I’d do without Bob. I’m glad I have good neighbors like you two.”

Olivia patted my shoulder, and told me, “I’m glad we can help. Now, Anna, off to bed.”

“Aww, mom.” Anna protested. “Can’t I hang out with Grant and Bob?”

“Now, young lady. It’s late.”

I chimed in. “It is late, and I’m exhausted from my trip. Maybe tomorrow evening, I’ll make dinner or something,” I told them both.

Olivia nodded. “That sounds fine. Have a good night, Grant. Bye, Bob.” Anna smiled behind her mother.

Bob trotted behind me, following me closely back to my house. I counted my blessings. I had a nice house, a terrific dog, a good friend in Olivia, and a friendship with interesting benefits with Anna. And soon, I’d get my revenge on my bitch ex-wife, once and for all.

—-

That Wednesday, I took a half-day from work and spoke to an attorney. I hadn’t needed one before, as I was decent enough with my finances and documentation that I could fend off any of Linda’s lawyer’s attacks. But now I was going on the offensive, so I could use the help. My attorney’s name was Melody Meyer, a pretty blonde woman. I’d be attracted to her if she wasn’t already married. As she and I got to know each other, she pointed to a picture of her husband Tom on the nearby window sill.

Melody was very interested in my camera footage of Linda rummaging through my house like a burglar. I also provided her with documentation of my trip out of town, and my phone call logs for when I told her not to come over.

“So where was Bob anyway?” Melody asked.

“My neighbor Anna was dog-sitting him for me. When Linda called, I called her and asked her to hide Bob.”

“You just said that Bob only listens to you.”

I reconsidered what I said. “Not really, more like he doesn’t listen to Linda. He tends to bond with people, I guess. He listens to Anna because he likes her. He even listens to Anna’s mom Olivia somewhat. But Linda never liked Bob, and never bonded with him, so Bob ignores her.”

Melody nodded. “Maybe we can use that.”

By the end of our meeting, Melody had written up documents to get a restraining order against Linda. If it was approved by a judge, Linda wouldn’t be able to enter the cul-de-sac neighborhood, let alone my house. Furthermore, Melody was going to instruct that any communications from Linda or her sleazy lawyer should go though her. Linda would not be able to call me directly any more. I shook Melody’s hand warmly as I left, thanking her for her help.

—-

Between my pre-occupations with Bob, work, and my ex-wife, I had not watched Anna for a few days. The weather had been cloudy and somewhat rainy, so I also hadn’t seen her outside very much. The next nice sunny day was Sunday. I planned to mow the lawn and take care of my garden.

When I went to my back yard, Anna was laying out again, waiting for me. She was wearing that skimpy blue bikini she’d texted me pictures of, about a week ago. My jaw dropped when I saw it. The picture hadn’t done justice to the amount of skin it was showing. It provided a little push to her A-cup breasts, displaying some delicious cleavage. Her bottoms were like a small triangle, held together by knotted strings at both hips. Her long legs met at a tiny strip of fabric that ran in between.

She smiled as I stared at her. “See something you like?”

I slowly nodded. “Your mom’s not home?”

“She got called into work,” Anna said, rising to her feet. She walked closer to me. “I’ve been thinking about that huge favor you owe me,” she said. When she got close enough, she put her hands on my shoulders.

“Ah, about that,” I stammered. “I was thinking about contributing to your car fund.”

Anna tilted her head to the side. “That would be really nice,” she said. “But I was thinking of something else.” She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me close. I felt her body heat through my clothes.

“What did you have in mind?” I said, half curious and half playing along.

“Tonight, watch me again. It’s so much hotter when you’re watching,” she whispered into my ear. “And this time, open your blinds so I can watch you too.”

“I can’t,” I explained. “Remember, if your mom sees me, she’ll kill us both.”

“She’s on nights this week, starting tonight. She won’t be home.” Anna released me from her hug. “It’s just you and me, Grant. Think about it.”

Then she slinked back into her house, walking intentionally slowly, letting me ogle her cute edirne escort bayan teen ass. When she was gone, I had to shake my head to clear it. Why did I come outside again? Oh yeah, yard work…

—-

That night, true to Anna’s word, Olivia was at work. She didn’t get night shifts often, but I knew from our previous talks that they were usually 9:00 PM to 6:00 AM. So she’d be gone all night.

After I’d taken Bob out for the last time that night, I prepared myself for the performance. I dressed down into a t-shirt and boxers, and went to the window. As usual, Anna’s blinds were open, lights were on. She sat on her bed in a small white tanktop and pink panties. It looked like she was waiting. She just sat there.

I texted her, ‘Is it showtime?’

She texted back, ‘Not until you open your blinds. I want to see you.’

So that was her game. No more voyeur shows until I reciprocated. I suppose it had been a very one-sided arrangement. She had told me it was more fun when she knew I was watching, but I’m sure she’d get along just fine without me if I decided not to cooperate.

I waited too long to decide, and she called me. “Are we doing this or not?” she asked. “You heard me the other night. I want to hear you tonight. And see you.”

It was too tempting an offer. I said, “Okay,” and I opened the blinds.

She saw me and smiled. “Hi,” she said through the phone. “Nice undies.”

“Yours too,” I told her, “But I think I prefer you without them.”

She grinned. “We’ll get there. Take off your shirt.”

I did. My chest isn’t extremely hairy like some guys, but there’s enough there. One of my ex-girlfriends, before Linda, liked to run her hands through it. “Now you,” I told her.

Anna stripped off her top and tossed it aside. I loved the sight of her perfect little nipples, standing out from her small breasts. “You like these?” she asked, wiggling her chest at me.

“I do.” My erection grew and started pushing outwards at the material of my shorts.

“They’re not too small?” There was that hint of insecurity, but I was feeding into making her feel better about herself, which made her obsess about me all the more.

“They’re perfect on you. I like your new bikini, but I like this view more.”

She smiled. “I’m glad. I wish we didn’t have other neighbors around, maybe I’d sunbathe topless for you.” She rubbed her nipples while looking at me. “Maybe I’ll find a topless beach when Mom and I go on vacation.”

“If you do, send me pictures.”

“We’ll see.” She hooked her fingers into her panties. “Want to see more?”

“You know I do.”

“Well so do I.” She wiggled her fingers on her panty hem, waiting for me to act.

I moved my hand to my boxers. “You want to see me?”

“Yes, baby. Show me that cock.”

I slipped my underwear down, and so did she. She was still clean-shaven, and despite the distance, I could still see the glisten of her slit.

She stared at my erection, bobbing up and down. “Oh wow,” she said. “You’re bigger than I thought.” Her hand subconsciously went between her legs and began to rub slowly.

I wondered if that was hyperbole just to make me feel good, or if she really meant it. I’m not huge, but I’ve never gotten complaints before. Even the rude bitch Linda enjoyed herself on the rare occasion that we had sex.

“Anna,” I asked, “Have you ever had a cock inside you?”

She shook her head, “No, never. I’ve touched one before, at a party, but never in me.” She continued rubbing her slit up and down with her fingers. “I might have let him, but he came in like thirty seconds.”

“Aha, some little teenage boy can’t hold his load. I can’t blame him, I guess. With your body, I bet you weren’t making it easy for him.” I took my dick in my hand and stroked it, just once for her to see.

That made her start rubbing herself a little faster. “Yes, that’s why I don’t want some little boy’s cock. I need a man’s cock. I need a big fat cock in me.”

I stroked mine very slowly, enjoying the moment. “Open your legs wider for me,” I told her, and she obeyed, showing me all of her most sacred place. “I bet you’ve never had your pussy licked either.”

She slipped her two fingers inside her. “No, never!” she moaned.

“What a shame. A pussy like yours needs to be tasted on a regular basis.”

“Yes, I need it. I need a man to lick me!” she cried out. She was getting much farther ahead than I was, but that was perfectly fine with me.

“You need an experienced man taste you. To lick you. To tease you. To make you squirm with his mouth.”

Anna’s fingers were working in a fury now, as she screamed, “Yes, yes I need it! AHHHHH!” She climaxed, closing her eyes, and closing her legs around her hand. I saw a fine sheen of sweat on her forehead. I kept my slow rhythm on myself, but I was getting closer to my edge just by watching her. She rolled to her side, away from her phone, but I could still hear her saying, “OHHHH, OHH, yes, fuck yes.”

I waited for her to come down. She looked up and saw me still watching, my dick in my hand. “Okay, now it’s your turn,” she said. “I want to see you.”

“It’s not nearly as exciting as watching you, I promise.”

“I still want to see.” She laid back into her previous position, legs spread wide, fingers teasing her clit. “I want you to cum for me.”

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Not a soul in either direction. Just as the website Cassandra had found stated, the private-property nature of the beach meant that even on a Saturday afternoon, the crowds that plagued the public beaches were nowhere to be found.

Hopping on top of a large rock, she again peeked down both stretches of the strip, and again she found the beach to be completely deserted. She sighed, relieved, “perfect.”

In no time flat, she had her spot all laid out: towel, umbrella, book and soft cooler all positioned perfectly. Cassandra might’ve been new to the area, but she was certainly an experienced beachgoer.

Settling in, she grabbed her sunblock and gave a generous coating to her fair skin, taking great care to avoid missing any spots, sunburns be damned. Now glistening and mostly protected from the sun, she rummaged around in her bag and retrieved her newest book and set to reading.

The romance novella she’d bought on a whim from the local bookstore was okay. Nothing spectacular, stereotypical hopeless romantics chasing each other in circles, tons of casual flirting, waxing poetic about the futility of it all over bottles of wine. Just the way Cassandra liked it. What caught her off-guard, however, were the detailed depictions of smut.

She had managed to get through about half of the thin novel so far, but on three separate occasions, there were very graphic descriptions of sex between the characters. Cassandra was no prude by any means, but she was certainly not one for erotica. She tried her best to skim over the sexy bits, but after some pondering, she came to realize that there were definitely story details mixed in there that she didn’t want to miss.

With a sigh, she set the paperback down at the edge of her towel and looked around once more. Her spot was fairly private, bracketed in on three sides, with beachgrass on her flanks, and a rising dune behind her. She could see the ocean ahead of her a few hundred meters out and slightly downhill. She really had gotten lucky, she thought to herself.

Rummaging again in her bag, she retrieved a different sunblock, an aerosol this time, and turned over onto her stomach, facing the sea. She untied the knots holding her top on and let the strings fall, hoping to avoid tan lines. She sprayed a borderline-excessive amount of sunblock across her back and did her best to rub in what of it she could. It was the best she could manage without someone else around to help. She sighed, “that’ll do, I guess.”

Returning her attention to her book, she dove head-first into the smut. The scene was set, with the main character and her friends at a club, the main character dragged her most recent dance partner aside, into the bathrooms. Cassandra pressed her thighs together, the beginnings of arousal starting to peek into her mind. She continued reading as the characters progressed steadily, kissing, making out, feeling each other up as they fumbled into a stall. Her mind raced as she continued reading, the characters steadily growing more debaucherous as they gave into their own arousal, mirroring Cassandra’s.

Further down the rabbit hold she fell, until the characters began to fuck, right there in the bathroom stall. Cassandra panted under her breath, “fuck, a total stranger…”

That’s when she realized she was grinding slightly against her towel, her body subconsciously seeking out whatever tension release it could. She could feel her nipples were hard and pressing against the texture of the towel, teasing slightly. She took a deep breath, setting the book down once more, “Okay Cassie… Take it easy…”

For a brief moment she considered indulging her arousal and masturbating, but shot the idea down almost immediately. The beach certainly appeared empty, but there was no way to be sure.

Right?

She hemmed and hawed for a second, before reaching under her body and adjusting her bikini top to cover herself, just in case, before standing up. She looked around once more, peeking bursa escort over the top of the grassy dunes, searching for any sign at all of other people. She could see what looked like a bright red umbrella a mile or two down the strand towards the public beach, but aside from that, there was hardly a soul.

“Fuck it.”

She dropped her bikini top at the side of the towel and sat back down, laying on her back and spreading her legs. Picking up the book once more, she continued reading. The character’s partner had a stereotypically huge cock, and had the main character bent over in the stall as he railed her from behind. “God, yes…” Cassandra sighed under her breath.

She reached down with her free hand and squeezed one of her ample breasts, more than filling her slim hand. She pinched at the stiffened nipple and tweaked it a little before doing much the same to the other, eliciting a long sigh from her mouth.

Cassandra’s mind filled with fantasy, inserting herself into the story in place of the main character. Standing there in the bathroom stall getting fucked hard by a sexy stranger. Without a care in the world as to who might hear. Her free hand trailed down her body, across her toned stomach, before sliding slowly underneath her bikini bottoms. She could feel she was already soaking wet, and she began to tease herself slowly, as she made a conscious effort to continue reading.

The story progressed, with the character and her partner cycling through a handful of positions, and Cassandra following suit in her mind. Her fantasy drove her up the wall, and the intensity of her arousal climbed ever higher. Still though, she maintained a slow, teasing pace with her fingers, rubbing up and down her lips and softly grazing her needy clit. Not for long however, as her increasingly-depraved fantasy and the story of her book fought for center-stage in her mind.

Cassandra set the book down, the fantasy winning out, and she summarily abandoned the slow, deliberate pace of her fingers and she devoted increasingly more attention to her clit. She rubbed intently, pressing harder and harder against the little nub as she fucked the imaginary stranger more and more in her mind. Her other hand, now free of the book, set to teasing her sensitive breasts, squeezing and pinching at the nipples.

Her mind raced, the fantasy beginning to take of a life of its own before the untimely arrival of a visitor dragged her back to reality. The intruding flying insect landed right on her face, blissfully unaware of the interruption it had just caused. “Fuck! Shit!”

Cassandra screamed and swung her arms across her face, causing the bug to retreat and fly away while it still could, leaving behind the wrath of the woman scorned. As she realized the coast was now clear, she sat up and sighed. Her masturbation interrupted, reality sank back in quickly. She thought aloud, “Okay. Too much. Let’s… Let’s just relax. It’s way too public here to be doing that.”

With a deep breath, she laid back down, doing her best to purge the lingering fantasy from her mind. She looked at the book and considered settling back in to read before dismissing the idea altogether. “Nope. No more. I’ll read you later. At home. In private. With no bugs.”

She shoved the book back into her bag and continued lounging. Looking to the sky, a few puffy white clouds passed overhead. They floated by lazily, sleepily even.

Much like Cassandra.

—

Cassandra moaned loudly, looking down between her spread legs, as the stranger’s 12-inch cock stood at attention. Wordlessly, he ground it against her naked and soaking-wet pussy. Its hard underside pressed and slipped against her sex, spreading her lips and teasing intently at what was next to come. She whimpered between moans to her partner, “what are you… Wait, here?”

The muscular man simply nodded as he reached down and adjusted his erection, pressing hard now, before backing off a bit and rubbing the tip of his cock against Cassandra’s needy hole. She reached out and pressed a tiny hand against his ripped chest and whined, “wait, but what if someone sees us?”

The man chuckled as he continued teasing, pressing the head of his cock harder against the entrance to Cassandra’s pussy. He retorted, with a hint of arrogance, çanakkale escort “let ’em look.”

And with that, he thrust hard into her.

—

Cassandra awoke with a gasp, finding that her fingers had taken the place of her partner’s cock. She had dozed off watching the clouds, she realized, “What the…”

She shook her head a bit, dismissing what lingering thoughts of her dream remained. She withdrew her hand from underneath her bikini bottoms, and taking stock mentally, she sat up. “Okay, let’s see…”

She had forgotten to put her top back on before she dozed off, and her breasts were still uncovered, though thankfully there was no sign of sunburn. Her bottoms had been tugged to the side, and her pussy was uncovered. “Must’ve done that in my sleep,” she thought to herself. She turned to her side to look for her phone, hoping to check the time, and that’s when she saw it.

She had a visitor.

A young man was sitting maybe ten feet away, staring intently at her. He appeared to be in pretty good shape, with toned muscles and tanned skin. He clearly took care of himself. What really caught Cassandra’s attention, however, was the fact that the man was completely nude, his cock erect and standing tall, and with his hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly.

Cassandra froze. Uncertain of whether this was another dream, or if she was really awake, she simply sat there and stared back, well, stared at his cock that is. It was decently large, veiny, and throbbing with every stroke of the man’s hand. Blinking hard, she reached up and pushed her sunglasses down her nose, still trying to determine if her visitor was real or if she had just been seeing things.

Not a word was spoken between them, their eyes locked on each other’s naked bodies. She had no idea how long the man had been there, or even of how long she had been asleep. It couldn’t have been that long, given she hadn’t started to burn at all, but she wasn’t entirely sure. Still groggy from her nap, she continued to stare.

The man shifted a bit, now seeing that Cassandra hadn’t reacted negatively to his presence and came to his feet in the same spot he had been sitting. His hand still wrapped around his erection, he took a half-step towards Cassandra, seemingly testing the waters and watching for any sort of reaction.

She hadn’t missed the movement, and her eyes jumped between the man’s cock and his eyes. She watched intently as he took yet another step, and another, and another. He was maybe three or four feet away from Cassandra’s side before he stopped. He brazenly raked his eyes across her uncovered form, starting at her feet, up her slightly-spread and toned legs, stopping briefly at her uncovered and glistening pussy, before continuing up her tight stomach, her large breasts and finally stopping when he locked eyes with her.

Cassandra was fascinated with this stranger standing in front of her. He didn’t appear to be embarrassed or anything, and the entire time he had continued to stroke his erect cock. By now, Cassandra could see that he was decently well-endowed, with maybe seven or eight inches of length, and adequate girth to round it out. Again, the fantasy flooded back into her mind, and the stranger from her dream was replaced with the stranger standing before her.

She rolled onto her back once more, never breaking eye contact with the stranger. He followed suit, drilling down to his knees and watching her intently. Her arousal was at an all-time high, with the erotic sight before her and the thrill of being more or less completely naked in public pushing her ever higher. Her hands took on a mind of their own and began to trail up and down her body, her fingers raking across the front of her torso, dragging intently across her nipples. She could tell that the man enjoyed it, and his pace increased ever so slightly to match her growing arousal.

Apparently encouraged by this, the man scooted closer, still on his knees, and ended up right at the edge of the towel. His pace never stopped, never faltered. Locking eyes with Cassandra, he reached out with his free hand and made the motion of rubbing over her exposed breast. Her hands moved away, and his hand took the place of hers, cupping the underside of one of her tits before squeezing all the çankırı escort same.

Cassandra felt like her skin was on fire wherever the man touched her, his strong hand squeezing at her sensitive tits, teasing fingertips across her nipples. Her eyes rolled back just a bit as he moaned under his breath.

He appeared even more brave now, and scooted as close as he could, his knees pressed against Cassandra’s side, and played with her tits even more roughly now, pinching and tweaking her hardened nipples. The pace of his stroking grew progressively faster as he touched her more and more.

Cassandra was a woman possessed, her arousal driving out any thought of stopping or taking a step back. She could hardly believe how erotic the whole situation was, and she stared intently at the man’s cock as his hand whirred back and forth across its length. She could see his balls churn, boiling cum threatening to spill over the edge. She was barely conscious of it as he edged ever closer, his cock mere inches above her breasts, aimed directly at them.

The man panted, he breath growing more and more ragged as he quickly approached climax. He adjusted a little more, the tip of his cock now aimed straight across Cassandra’s tits, and he returned his gaze to her face. Her eyes telegraphed hunger. The hunger of a woman driven mad with arousal, and in a moment her need was communicated silently to him.

The moment they made eye contact, he lost all control. Cassandra was caught by surprise as the man began to spurt thick ropes of cum across her chest, a guttural groan forced from his mouth. One after the next, the streamers splattered across her tits, over her shoulder, across her neck, and down her stomach as he lost control of his now-frantic stroking. As he milked the last few droplets of cum from his shaft, he leaned back and admired his handiwork. She was absolutely covered in it, thick white ropes all over her body. She had never seen a man cum so much in one go before. The quiet of the beach was broken only by the ragged panting of the two of them.

Cassandra, before long, realized that she too had been caught up in the arousal, her fingers rubbing intently across her pussy the entire time. She slowed her pace, now just teasing slowly. Her mind was hazy, a mix of fantasy and erotic bliss continuing to stave off any sort of logical response to the whole situation. She released her clit and dragged her hands up and down her body, smearing the man’s cum all over herself. She looked over to where the man had been and found he was no longer there. He had just up and disappeared. There were footprints leading away, so she concluded that it had probably been real, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that he hadn’t stuck around. Why she wanted him to stick around, she wasn’t sure of, but she wished all the same.

After a brief reprieve, she sat up and looked down towards the ocean. However, the first thing she saw was a random person waking along the beach, unaware of her still-naked presence. What really struck her, however, was the fact that the person she saw was also completely naked. Confusion, disbelief and realization all flitted across Cassandra’s face in the span of a few seconds, as reality washed over her like an ocean wave. She was still in public.

With a startled squeak, she fixed her bottoms and pulled her top back on to cover herself. Fighting to take a deep breath, she tried and failed to calm herself down. A million thoughts flooded her mind. Who was that man? Why was he watching her? Why had she let him touch her? Why had she left him cum on her?

With frantic pace, she messily packed up her things and made her way up the beach, across the dunes, and back to her car. Along the way, multiple beachgoers passed her by, all in various states of undress. She thought to herself as she walked along the path to the parking lot, “what the fuck? What the fuck is this beach?”

Her questions found answers at the trailhead. The signs she had ignored as she had excitedly made her way down to the beach earlier spelled it out as clear as day: clothing optional. A nude beach. No wonder it had been so quiet.

—

That night, after a long, hot shower, Cassandra settled into bed. A thousand questions had still gone unanswered as she fought to ignore them throughout the rest of the day.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Cassie?”

She looked across her bed to the novella, sitting on her nightstand almost mockingly. It gave her the answer she was looking for. She sighed deeply, and answered herself aloud:

“That was so hot.”

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(This is a fictional story about a fictional friend named Andrea (who goes by Andie), and a fictional little black dress I gave her as a gift.)

I held my phone up to my ear and heard the ringing on her end. I waited, a slight smile of anticipation on my face, for Andie to pick up my call.

“Sweet lady,” I said after we exchanged greetings, “I’ve sent you a gift. Let me know when it arrives. I want to see how it looks on you.”

“Oooh. What is it? Is it jewelry? Clothes? Shoes? I can’t wait to see.” She laughed and she said she would let me know. Her laugh always made me think of her smile, which in turn always made me want her. For as long as I knew her, that smile had a deeply erotic effect on me.

Andie and I weren’t exactly dating. In fact, we each had others in our lives but our connection was something special and unique, and I hoped that she was as drawn to me as I was to her.

Days later, my phone rang and it turned out to be Andie calling me to let me know that my gift, a cute black sleeveless dress with a short flaring skirt, had arrived. I had guessed at her size and hoped I was close. Andie is a petite woman and over time I had many opportunities to study her figure – in many outfits, in bathing suits, in lingerie, and of course fully naked. I really was in a good position to guess at her clothing sizes.

“It’s here, Dean,” she said. “Your gift arrived, and I love it!”

“Fantastic!” I said. “Are you wearing it now? Does it fit well? I just know that it’s going to look amazing on you.”

It was a little after 2pm, so I suggested a late lunch at Enrico’s, one of our favorite spots. Enrico’s is an Italian bar and restaurant in a standalone building that shared a parking lot with a strip mall that included a few larger and a few smaller stores.

“Please wear it now and please go commando. You get to choose what shoes and jewelry, of course,” a suggestion that made her laugh again.

I arrived at Enrico’s before her and sat at the bar. The place wasn’t at all crowded — just a few others in the bar area and from what I could see just one couple in the dining area.

I was sipping my drink and looked up to see her walk through the door, a broad smile registering on her face when she saw me. Once again, that smile stirred things in me! I looked her up and down and took it all in. Her lovely hair framed her face which had subtle and artistic makeup. She wore silver loop earrings and silver bracelets, and her elegant sandals were black with silver accents, setting off her very pretty little feet.

I slipped off the barstool and gestured for her to take my seat. She elegantly moved onto the barstool and faced me rather than the bar. Her legs dangled and as she crossed one over the other I tried to get a glimpse beneath the dress but unfortunately was too slow or at the wrong angle or both. Those pretty sandals kept her feet almost bare, and closer up I could see that the thin black straps just behind her toes were echoed with thin sparkly silver straps up and around her ankle.

I handed her my drink and as she reached for it I watched her silver bracelets sparkle in the bar light. She took a sip as I dropped a hand to her bare, beautiful thigh while looking at how the top of the dress also showed lots of skin. I slid the hand on her thigh slowly upward and she winked at me as I tried to verify that she was commando under that pretty little black dress.

“I dressed as you asked,” she said, and this time we both laughed.

“You really do look wonderful in that dress,” I said. She thanked and me, and I dropped cash on the bar to pay for the drink plus a healthy tip. We then walked hand in hand back up front to the hostess to ask for a table for our late lunch. As the hostess turned to lead us into the dining room, we followed, with my hand finding its way under that little black dress to caress Andie’s perfect bare çorum escort ass. She acted like nothing unusual was happening, keeping her face blank and looking toward the table the hostess gestured to. We sat down close together, and the hostess said the waiter would be with us shortly.

Enrico’s has lovely décor. Natural light was filtered through sheers on the far wall where there were a few booths, and overhead lighting balanced the light nicely without the room seeming too bright. The tables were covered in white tablecloths which provided a sense of elegance as well as a modicum of privacy.

When the waiter came to welcome us and to take our drink order, I could see that he enjoyed what he could see of Andie’s little black dress. Andie is slim and her breasts aren’t very large, but she is a very attractive woman and the dress showed plenty of her lovely decolletage. The dress also showed a lot of leg, of course, but the waiter couldn’t see that yet. We ordered drinks and started to look over the menu.

As our drinks arrived, the only other couple in the restaurant area stood to leave. As they walked toward the door, the man trailed his female companion by a step and took a good long look at Andie in her little black dress. He then caught my eye and raised his eyebrows suggestively and then glanced back toward Andie. I truly loved seeing how she affected other men around her!

The waiter came to take our order and Andie asked a question about an item on the menu. She leaned forward a bit and twisted her body while pointing to an item on the menu, asking about ingredients. This little maneuver caused the dress to fall away a bit at the top, showing lots of skin and almost exposing one of her lovely breasts, but not quite. I had to concentrate to not laugh out loud as I watched the waiter try to find the balance between professionalism and the opportunity to catch a glimpse of a beautiful women’s bare skin.

In the end we ordered a light lunch and received excellent service throughout, whether because of lovely Andie’s sexy look or because of the minimal crowd or both. As we ate, a few other couples entered the restaurant and sat at tables not very far away, but overall the crowd was small. Throughout the meal I lightly caressed Andie’s bare thigh but resisted the urge to reach any farther toward that heavenly spot where her beautiful legs came together.

Andie excused herself toward the end of the meal to go to the restroom. The position of my chair allowed me to watch her walk away, her slim hips swaying so seductively, into the little hallway with the restrooms. She turned before ever entering the restroom and did a sexy little dance for her audience of one to the music that was playing throughout the restaurant. When I nodded and smiled a big smile, she laughed silently, her head thrown back, and then pulled the dress open in a way that allowed her beautiful breasts to fully bounce freely into the light. They were, as always, magnificent. But most of all I loved that she was showing off in a public place, where she might be seen. She knew what turned me on and she loved it. She had an exhibitionist streak, so to speak, and I had a voyeuristic streak, and she made the most of it. In this way, and in many others, we were perfect together.

After about twenty seconds of sexy topless dancing, hands in the air, hair flowing with her head movements, she put those beautiful boobs back into her dress, turned toward the restroom door and looked over her shoulder smiling a sexy smile as she went inside.

When she returned we finished our lunch and our drinks, and I called for the check. I paid in cash, including a generous tip to thank our waiter. I held out a hand to help Andie to her feet and we walked slowly to the front door. Our waiter now could see Andie’s lovely legs and it was his turn to break into a big smile. denizli escort I once again caressed Andie’s bare ass under the flare of her little black dress, but only for a moment. I didn’t look back to see who might have noticed.

We stepped outside and, as it was only about 4:30pm on a warm spring day, it was still quite light out. Andie had parked near Enrico’s, but I had parked maybe halfway between the restaurant and the other stores. There were many cars very close to those stores, and a smaller number in the area in between where I had parked.

“I parked over there,” I said pointing. “Not far at all. Walk over with me. I have a fun idea. I’ll walk you back to your car afterwards.”

She frowned a bit, wondering what this was all about, but shrugged and agreed. We walked, hand in hand, the 50 feet or so to where my car was parked among a cluster of 8-10 other cars.

“I really love that little black dress and how you look in it, Andie!” I said. “It’s even better than I imagined. Be my gorgeous model! Let me take some pictures of you, in that pretty dress for now.”

She frowned at the strange wording, then smiled, then shrugged again, and said “Sure, why not!”

I walked her toward the front of my car, angled her to take advantage of the position of the late afternoon sun, and started taking pictures. I posed her in different, increasingly flirtatious ways and she moved and posed as if she had been a model all her life. She was stunning.

“How about a sexy little topless dance for me like in the restaurant?” I asked. “I’ll take a video.”

“Out here? I don’t know about this, Dean! We’re in a public place!” she said. I had the sense though that she wanted to be convinced. Andie loves to show off under the right circumstances.

“Sure, it’s public. But there’s nobody nearby. And we both know that you really want to,” I said. “You always tell me that you are a ‘wild child.’ Think how sexy it’ll feel to be exposed here where you could be seen but nobody knows you.”

And with just the shortest hesitation, she pushed the straps of the dress off her shoulders and down towards her waist and she was topless and dancing in the afternoon sun in a parking lot. We really did have this part of the parking lot to ourselves, the nearest people visible at least 50 yards away near to the larger stores. Just the two of us, me with a smartphone camera taking video and her topless and dancing to the music in her head. It was fantastic. He small breasts moved so beautifully as she danced, and her face showed her mix of emotions — uncertainty and embarrassment but also thrill. With each passing moment she appeared to be more committed to her sexy dance.

“That’s really beautiful, Andie,” I said. “You always take my breath away! Now let’s go over here.” I pointed to an area by the door of my car, between my car and the empty car parked next to it. She followed as it provided a little bit of cover.

I reached out my hand towards her. “Drop the dress and give it to me,” I said, choosing my tone carefully. I wasn’t asking but there was a kindness in my voice. I was doing this for both of us.

She didn’t speak but her eyes widened and she looked around. I saw a shiver go through her and her eyes closed. I watched to see what would happen next.

As I hoped, she reached back behind her to the remaining clasp on the dress. Once undone, it was loose at her hips. After a second of hesitation, she pushed it over her hips and it slipped down her legs puddling at her feet. She stepped out of it and was now nude in the parking lot, the late afternoon sun making her skin glow. She reached down and picked the dress up in one hand, and then put it in my still outstretched hand. Stepping back, I looked her up and down and she was a vision of beauty. She had her hands clasped behind her back as though they were bound. She düzce escort was fully naked but for her silver earrings and bracelets and her black and silver sandals. Andie has close cropped pubic hair in a tiny triangle that generally obscures her lips, but from my angle those pretty lips were visible through her hair in the waning daylight. I could see that her nipples were hard and her areolas were puckered, whether from arousal or chill I couldn’t say for sure. What I could say was that in that moment she was the most erotic vision I’d ever seen.

When I looked at her face, I expected her to seem nervous with her eyes lowered but what I saw instead was that she looked me right in the eyes and had a slight smile on her face. She moved her hands to her hips. My sense was that in just the span of thirty or forty seconds she had gone from nude and nervous to nude and confidently aroused.

“Andie, I want to take some photos and videos of you now,” I said. “I’ll add these to my big collection and they could easily become my favorites.” I started taking a few still photos and didn’t need to ask for poses. Andie moved with erotic grace and each photo seemed even more beautiful than the one before.

Next, I pointed toward a large SUV about 5 cars away from mine. “See the blue SUV a few cars down? I want you to walk slowly along the backs of these cars to that SUV, turn to your right to walk alongside the SUV, and then turn right again to come back to me. I want you to walk slowly. Okay?”

Andie nodded and then closed her eyes with the smile still on her face. She took a deep breath and started walking. I took 6 or 7 photos and then paused to open my car door and throw the little back dress in to land on the passenger seat, then relocking the door. I turned back just in time to see Andie ready to turn towards me, so I started video recording. After she turned to face me and elegantly walked two steps toward me, our intimate private party got unexpected party crashers. A car drove by not fifteen feet from Andie with two men in the front seats. They beeped the horn and hollered a bit through the lowered windows and Andie waived at them while laughing. I got it all on video. She continued walking and reached me about ten seconds later.

“Where’s my dress?” she asked.

“I have it for you, just one thing first,” I said.

I put my arms around her loosely and quickly but gently moved her so that her back was to my car and I closed the distance, kissing her hard on the lips. She leaned into that kiss, one hand at the back of my head and one at my shoulder. I moved one hand from her waist to her bare breast, and the other dipped into my jacket pocket, pulling out a bullet vibe. I hit the switch and moved it to her sweet pussy. I found her wet and swollen, obviously aroused from the public exhibition. I slid the bullet vibe to the spot where I knew it would push her buttons — just above her clit.

She gasped at the first touch and then went back to kissing me, moaning into my mouth. Her body danced a different dance now and in less than a minute she was cumming and trying to quiet the erotic noises that I knew so well and that she would naturally make in a more private setting.

As her lover, I also knew when to back off the vibe and kiss her again. And I knew that she would now feel exposed and naked in a way that needed protection and care from me rather than continued seduction.

“Hop into the car, and I’ll drive us away while you slip back into that pretty little dress. I’ll get you back to your car after that.”

She jumped in and slumped down, grabbing her dress to drape over her naked body and burst out laughing as I started the car and drove away. I drove around the lot in a way that avoided others as she twisted and slid into that dress. I stole happy glances at her as she arched her back to pull it over her hips, which caused her bare top to rise upwards and become a bit more exposed. Within a short time, she was wearing that pretty dress again and the show was over for now.

I drove her back to her car for a few kisses before we parted. We both knew that that dress would now hold a fantastic memory for us both.

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