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You arrive at the bar at 9 PM, as instructed. The joint is dismal, with only a few cars parked out front. This both relieves and disappoints you somehow.

Upon entering, you find he has already arrived, sitting in an intimate booth near the back. He spots you immediately, rising from his seat, but does not come over to greet you. You find this odd, but smile and try to ignore it. You strut over to him, flipping your hair back over your shoulders, attempting to exude as much confidence as you possibly can.

“Hel-” you begin to say, but before you can even make out half the word, he cuts you off.

“Sit.” His eyes tell you not to disobey. You begin to sit across from him, your back facing the patrons seated at the bar. You knew what you were there for, but you assumed the evening would begin with at least a little awkward small talk or something. “No, no. Right here.” He motions to the side he was just sitting in, and you do as you’re told, timidly shuffling into the booth. He follows, careful not to brush against you as he sits.

“You look…nice,” he says, almost disdainfully, as his eyes scan bayburt escort your ensemble.

You wish you would have worn something else, something sexier. You almost subconsciously cross your legs underneath your knee-length, loose, almost child-like skirt. “Thank you,” you choke out.

“So, I’m aware that this is the first time you’ve ever done anything like this,” he continues. You nod uneasily. “But you understand the process, I’m sure. You will do anything and everything I tell you to, no questions. No excuses.” You nod again, slower this time. “You do, however, always hold the right to say no. I cannot take that away from you. Just know that if you decide to take that avenue, I will have to put an end to the evening. I’m not here for small talk.”

“I understand,” you say, glad to know that it’s never too late to back out.

“But you know,” he says, his eyes almost devilish above his glass, “from what you’ve said, I don’t think you’ll be wanting to leave.” You shift uncomfortably in your seat, a mixture of excitement and fear brewing within you, trying to bilecik escort rack your brain for all of the bits of information you shared with this man online over the past few weeks. “So, what can I get you to drink?”

You snap out of the trance you were lodged in as his words bring you back to the present. “Um…Vodka cranberry is fine.” You force an awkward smile.

“Vodka cranberry it is. But first…” he digs into his jacket pocket, resurfacing with a small plug. Your heart skips a beat when you see it. He leans in close, placing the plug in your hand and whispering, “This had better be in your ass by the time I return, and I do not want you leaving this booth. I will be watching.” With that, he gets up and walks over to the bar.

You’re left staring blankly after him, dumbstruck. It takes you a minute or two to realize the reality of the situation you’ve put yourself in. At this point, he has already reached the bar, and was chatting to another man as he awaited the bartender’s attention, eyes never leaving your booth. He subtly taps his wrist, hurrying you bingöl escort along and snapping you out of your bewildered state.

You glance around the bar: no eyes on you. You hesitantly lower your hands under the table, pulling up your skirt. Sliding down in your seat just enough to give yourself access, you pull aside the string of your thong. Spreading your legs to provide an easier target, you take the butt plug and ease it into your hole, wincing. As you slide it in, you see his eyes locked on your body, a sneer playing on his lips. You look away.

As you drop your thong back between your ass cheeks, the pressure the plug forces on your asshole deepens just a bit. That pressure is amplified even more as you slide back up into a normal sitting position, however, and you can’t help but grimace at the discomfort.

“Good girl.” He has returned, drinks in hand, a proud smile across his face. You feel your cheeks warm a bit at the words of appraisal, and you look away. “No, no. I’m proud. That must not have been easy for your very first act of exhibitionism. But you must know, it only gets harder from here.” The kind words make you smile, but the realization that the evening has only just begun elicits a sickening pit in the bottom of your stomach.

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Author’s Note: I was quite interested in trying my hand at this type of writing. Just a short preview. Will be adding more soon.

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I needed to give Matt and crew a little rest. I hope that’s okay with the “Shooting Matt” folks.

There’s only straight sex in this story. I wanted to make sure I could still write erotic straight sex. If I’ve failed at that, please let me know how I can do better. That’s how I learn.

The sex is straight but a little out there, or so I hope. Sno-balling, voyeur, you get the idea.

Thanks to LarryInSeattle.

Enjoy.

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Thank god it was my wife who noticed it first. If it had been me, I’m not sure I’d have said anything. Primarily, because I’d be afraid she’d think I was a total perv. I would’ve wanted to say something but freely admit I might have been too chicken shit to have done it. So, as I said, thank god, Chrissy heard them first.

“Oh, my god,” she gasped. “Do you hear that?”

We live in an area that realtors refer to as “transitional”. Meaning, folks like Chrissy and I are gradually forcing the working poor to find somewhere else to live. No, mom, we’re not ‘yuppies’. That was your generation. We’re millennials. We’re totally not hipsters. If I put my hair into a bun it’s because it’s for convenience, not because I’m a hipster. Plus, I can’t lie; I fucking look hot with long hair.

I get it. Saying shit like that makes me sound like a totally self-centered douche. I’m not. So, sorry – not sorry.

TBH, I’d been phubbing her. We’ve not been married long but I knew enough to take a sec to make sure she hadn’t tumble to the fact I’d totally flaked on the conversing and was lost in a Reddit feed on whether the latest craft brewery to open was perf or a total ass-up. She’d been spilling tea on a co-worker’s failure to do more than produce greenhouse gases and I could not get into it. So, when she let up and asked if I’d heard that, I was smart. I listened.

We live on the top floor of a three-family home. Super common style in Hartford. We bought the place with the money our parents would’ve burned on the wedding. We covered the mortgage with rent from the lower two units. A third story walkup brings in the fewest Benjamins, so we took it.

These three-family houses are jammed tight. On one side, there’s just enough room for a driveway. In ours, that side was the side the living room and kitchen were on. On the bedroom side, our building was only three feet from the other building. I could, I shit you not, lean out of our bedroom window and touch the other building. The whole block had been built in pairs, except for the houses at either end of the block. Each pair was enclosed by driveways. Our building was the mirror image of the building next door. It’s like this: driveway- building-building-driveway. Cool? As stated, they’re mirror images. I guess bedroom facing bedroom was felt to be better than bedroom facing living room. Maybe humans fucked less back then.

Any fuck, our bedroom is three feet away from our neighbor’s. These houses are old, no A/C, at least not the kind everyone is used to in the modern era. There’s a window unit in the other window but it wasn’t hot enough yet to waste greenbacks on A/C that are better off stashed away for early retirement. The window beside the bed is open. It’s not hot enough for A/C but hot enough you’ll sweat your balls off without a window open or a fan.

So, was the neighbor’s. Window, open, that is.

I hear it, alright. Once, Chrissy’s yak yak shuts off, hearing was totally a no sweat proposition. Someone’s little red corvette is being rogered in a most righteous fashion. There’s a woman’s soft “oh, oh, oh”, harmonizing with a deeper, grunting, “uh, uh, uh”, the rhythmic squeak of a bed frame and the banging of said bed frame against the wall provides a nice contrapuntal bass line.

It’s fucking hot, sex-wise not thermometer-wise, and within a dozen heartbeats I’m sporting wood. I’m always fucking horny. Horny for Chrissy, horny for the sight of a nipple peeking through a tight shirt (fuck bras, just fuck them, the only good thing about them is their fun to take off, fun to trap your girl’s titties in but mostly, fuck bras), horny for the amazing curve of a woman’s ass. Horny. Fuck, dude. I’m twenty-eight, making a bit of coin, beautiful smokin’ hot wife. I’m horny. If the rest of the world was as horny as I am there be a fuck ton less blowing up of shit, except, of course, the blowing of cocks and cunts.

So, any fuck, my cock goes from its baseline state of one-quarter to one-third hard to full-scale, rock hard, glorious tumescence. I’m prouder of my dick than I am my hair. I mean, I’m not a dick snob or anything, I just think it’s a really fucking nice dick. I don’t mean to give the impression I send a lot of time judging dicks; I don’t. I’m not into dudes. I’m totally cool with dudes into dudes, it’s not that, it’s just dick, other than my own, just doesn’t interest me.

The idea of sucking a dick doesn’t gag me. I fucking hate it when dudes go on and on about how fucking gross sucking a dick must be. Fuck you, bro. If it’s so fucking gross bitlis escort how can I ask the smokin’ hot chick lying beside me to gooble my pole? I got zero desire to smoke a pole but the simple idea of it doesn’t leave me weak in the knees with disgust.

WTF? Focus, asshole. Focus. I was bragging about my dick. No, it’s not nine inches or ten inches or any other bullshit like that. If I pull really fucking hard, I can just brush the seven-inch line on the ruler. And that, mother fuckers, is above average. Look it up. The largest average erect dick was, stereotypes have a grain of truth, been found in the Congo, and that was just a little over seven inches. In the US, the upper range on average boner size is 5 and 3/4 — inches. So, all you lying bullshit artist, posting about your eight and nine-inch dicks, fucking spare us already.

Back to me.

TBH, if I forgo pulling until I’m red in the face, I have a six-and-a-half-incher. It looks bigger. I’m trim to the point of almost too skinny. On the plus side, Chrissy fuckin’ loses it when I shake my hips and my jeans fall off. I keep the pubes tamed. That helps. I don’t shave, just trim, except the base of the shaft. Back when we still used rubbers, I learned to keep the hair off the shaft and pubes cropped short. Yanking out your pubes when you yank off a rubber fucking sucks. Any fuck, thin build and trimmed pubes makes my dick look bigger and hotter.

I leak like a farmhouse faucet. That helps. My cock is already drooling, the head glistening under its hood.

My parents were hippies; not really, they missed the sixties but they were or rather are, wannabe hippies. They didn’t have me cut, thank god. (I don’t believe in him so I don’t capitalize him.) It may turn some chicks off but the ones that don’t run and learn how to take advantage, holy shit, I mean sweet Jesus. (I don’t think he was god but I do think he existed, in case you were wondering.) The first time Chrissy stuck her tongue under my foreskin, I fuckin’ immediately nutted in her mouth. She was cool with it. It was the first time she’d blown me, so I was freakin’ out. Not cool to nut in your girl’s mouth until you’ve gotten the ‘cleared for a landing’ message.

She was cool. I freaked out more when she crawled up my chest and planted her mouth over mine. I didn’t know what the fuck was happening. I swallowed some but most of it went down my chin and over my neck. She’d shaken her head sadly.

“Goose, gander, man up,” was all she’d said before wiping the cum off my chin with her finger and sticking it in my mouth.

That freaked me out more than the unsanctioned nutting in her mouth had. She’s so smokin’ and the things she can do with her mouth are on some other higher fucking plane of existence, so I swallow my pride and went with it. Hey, that’s fucking funny — swallowed my pride. Totally unintentional but hilarious don’t ya think?

Judge away, mother fuckers, judge if you must. Yup, my girlfriend, wife (the fact she’s my wife now still wasn’t stuck), makes me eat my own cum after she sucks my dick. If I’d let her blow you, you’d do the same, so fuck the fuck off.

Now, all that shit zips through my head faster than the speed of light — fuck you, Einstein — I’m not buying your bullshit limitations — JK, Einstein is, well fuck, dude, Einstein — zipped through my brain really fucking fast, much faster than it takes to tell it.

As I’m thinking all this shit, my hand gropes between her legs. I got a great dick but Chrissy, fuck bro, her cunt makes my dick look sad. I mean it’s apple and oranges. I get that shit. I’m just sayin’ if you compare my dick to an ideal dick and her cunt to an ideal cunt, her cunt is way the fuck closer to ideal than my dick. Capiche? I may not pay much attention to dicks but, not to brag, but with my hair, tight body, and nice dick, I have more than a nodding acquaintance with pussy. Nodding? Sort of like the way your head moves when you’re dining on pussy? A pun? Fuck it.

I’ve seen a reasonable number of pussies and Chrissy’s is, like her blow jobs, on another fucking plane. I know you think I’m just some numb nuts in love with a chick. I mean a pussy is a pussy is a pussy . But you’re wrong. Yeah, there’s a clit and a labia majora and labia minora and an introitus. I’m a fucking doctor, seriously, I know the anatomy. It’s not just anatomy.

Chrissy’s cunt is perfection. It encompasses perfect symmetry, perfect proportions, perfect coloring, perfect texture, perfect scent. I have to meditate before I dare trim her bush. The fucking pressure is unbelievable. It’s like fucking trying to do the Mona Lisa’s eye shadow. Pretty much all you can do is fuck it up. Fuck. Plus, the way her fingers play in my hair and the way her pussy grows a duskier red and clear nectar starts to run over her perineum — her taint, if you insist — is pretty fucking distracting. But if I didn’t have a rock steady hand, I wouldn’t be a neurosurgery resident would I?

She bolu escort indulges my childish whims. At the moment, she has a very arty heart-shaped patch of soft black hair. No razor burn, that would be fucking blasphemy. I get my post-trim, post-waxing revenge for the way her cunt distracts me from my work, by taking my sweet time massaging oil into the soft skin of her pubis and pudendum. I was scared shitless the first time she asked me to wax her. I’ve cut open people’s skulls, well, helped cut open people skulls. I’ve fucked around insider their brain, yet I was a quivering, sweaty mess at the thought of hurting her with wax.

I fell back into med school mode. I read everything on Google and watch a zillion videos on waxing before I touched her perfect pussy. I tell you, no shit, that pussy is straight out of Plato’s cave, it ain’t no reflection of reality; it is reality, in the flesh and she’s trusting me with it. That’s some fucking pressure, dude.

I didn’t hurt her, no more than waxing ever hurts. Her fingers kept playing with my hair, and her pussy kept getting wetter and wetter and my dick kept getting harder and harder but somehow I grew more and more relaxed. I was in the groove. I was fucking Michael Jordan, flying through the air, oblivious to everything but the feel of her skin, her smell and the need to accept her gift with nothing less than utter reverence. I was still in the groove, we both were, when we fucked afterward.

Silly? Maybe, but you haven’t seen Chrissy’s pussy either, so fuck the fuck off.

I know I sound totally obsessed. I wish you could see. A picture wouldn’t be worth a thousand words, more like a thousand million words. Maybe not, photos, even great ones, aren’t real and her cunt is more than use the random reflected photons a camera would capture. I guess you’ll just have to take my word for it.

Any fuck, when I say I ‘groped’ between her legs, I don’t mean I shoved my hand between her legs like some high school football meathead trying to get to third base for the first time. Groped is really the wrong word. My hand approached her cunt on figurative hands and knees, head bowed, seeking an audience with a goddess. My intention had been to make sure she was wet, then go down on her, slack my thirst at her wellspring of delight, if that’s not too over the top for you.

She shifts her hips, granting my petition. I stroke the velvet softness of her pussy lips. I carefully push a fingertip between her pussy lips. I’m not worried about hangnails — I work with my fingers. The nails are short, the skin soft. I won’t scratch her. She’s already wet.

I moan. I can’t help it. I am so completely lost and in awe of this woman. The best part? That doesn’t scare me. I totally trust that she won’t use that against me. I can’t really fucking believe she chose my ass over, like, every other fucker, male and female, in the world but I trust her with my heart, with my soul, which I also don’t believe in but that I’d be happy to cede to her.

I curl my finger, press against the front wall of her pussy. She’s quiet but I feel the muscle in her thigh tense. That’s the spot. I pretty much have the location etched in my brain and muscle memory but the confirmation is always welcome.

I rub my nose in the hair, behind her ear.

“I can’t believe how much I fucking adore you,” I whisper in her ear.

“No more than I adore you, baby,” she whispers back. She reaches across her body and lays a finger across my lips. “Sssh, now, baby. Let’s listen.”

I feel my dick twitch. This is a little freaky-deaky. Hmm. I shouldn’t be surprised by Chrissy but I am.

I rarely disagree with her suggestions, so I shush and listen.

Listening to the woman’s voice, I try to picture her in my head. We’ve said hello and waved but that’s it. She’s very pretty. Nice boobs and ass, not as nice as Chrissy’s but before I was pulled into orbit around Chrissy, the neighbor gal would have been extremely interesting. Well, expect for her husband or boyfriend. Not fucking with someone else’s shit is an excellent rule. It’s never worth the drama. Her dude is okay looking, from what I can recall.

Any fuck, the woman is still calling out “oh, oh, oh” with each thrust. I guess I can’t say for sure it’s with each thrust but the oh’s are in sync with the squeak and bang of the bed, so I feel it’s a safe assumption. The deeper voice’s “uh, uh, uh” is more urgent. The banging of the bed a little louder, a little faster.

“Jesus, Kelly, you’re so fucking tight,” the deeper voice grunts.

Kelly, that’s her name. We’ve introduced ourselves but I’d forgotten. After a while it’s no longer cool to ask someone what their name is again. I owe her boyfriend/lover.

“Am I wet enough for you, baby?” the no longer nameless woman next door, pants.

“Fuck, yeah,” still nameless man replies.

She can’t be any wetter than Chrissy. I have two fingers inside her pussy now.

“Fuck me harder, baby. Fuck me harder. burdur escort Please,” we hear Kelly plead. Her voice carries perfectly through our open windows.

“You want it harder, babe? Huh? Do ya?”

“Yeah, Nick,” she whimpers. “Don’t tease me. Fuck me with that big dick of yours. I fucking need your cock, baby. Give me your cock. Fuck me,” she whines.

Kelly and Nick. Kelly and Nick. Kelly and Nick. I repeat it over and over in my head, trying to make it stick. Kelly and Nick.

Nick doesn’t answer. From the sound of it, he simply grants her wish. The sound of flesh smacking into flesh joins the chorus. The bed is squealing and from the sound of the banging, they’ll need to repair the wall. If I was their landlord, I’d be quite concerned about that. But, I’m not their landlord. My only concern is trying to picture in my head what’s happening a few feet from my bedroom window.

Kelly’s “oh’s” are replaced with, “yeah, yeah, that’s right, fuck my pussy, uh-huh, fuck my pussy, baby,” gasped over and over.

“Slap your clit, babe, slap your clit,” Nick pants.

I add that to the tableau I’m constructing in my head. Fuck, this is hot. Jesus. I wish I could say I can hear her fingers slapping her clit but, alas, I cannot. There’s just too much audio already. But I can see it, or imagine it. Her girl-dick is hard, hard and angry and red. Rightly or wrongly, I imagined her hood is pierced. I can see her hips jerk away every time her fingers slap her hard, angry, red lady cock. It’s risky to tamper with perfection but, suddenly, I want Chrissy to pierce her clit hood. I can just about feel it against the tip of my tongue.

Bro, this shit is fucking baller; too baller. I need to taste her pussy, like right now. I start to make my move. Chrissy puts a hand on my chest and mouths, “wait”.

I moan. I can’t fucking help it, dude. I’m in fucking agony. She pins my ass to the mattress with a look. As if our neighbors can hear me moaning. With the racket they’re making, they wouldn’t notice if I suddenly cranked up a lawn mower in our bedroom.

I believe I’ve made it clear I am in awe of my wife. That doesn’t mean I can’t shoot a puhlezze-bitch-get-real look at her when there is a clear and justifiable need to do so. This is one of those times. She fucking ignores me.

“Baby, I’m gonna cum,” Kelly begins to pant.

Nick settles for slower but louder slams into her body, each punctuated with a grunted “fuck”.

She screams or starts to. I envision her biting her own arm to stifle her screams. Nick’s grunts and the sound of body against body continues. Kelly begins a soft, but high-pitched keening, a ‘eee, eee, eee’ that rises and falls.

“Oh, fuck!” Nick yells. There’s a final slap of flesh on flesh and then it grows quiet, no squeaking, no slapping, no banging on the walls, just Nick panting for breath and that “eeeee” sound from Kelly and even that fades. There’s a loud squeak and Nick’s pants sound a little further away. I picture him collapsing on the far side of Kelly, away from the window.

Chrissy swings her legs toward the side of the bed. I grab for her. Where the hell is she going? She’s a fucking goddess but I got a bad, real fucking bad, case of needs here. She shakes me off.

“Come over here,” she demands, pointing toward the side of the bed. I start to move across the bed and she shakes her head. “No, Steve. On the floor, beside the bed.”

I stare at her. What the fucking kind of trippy shit is she up to? She lies back in the bed, puts her feet on the bed rail and scoots her ass to the edge of the mattress. If we had stirrups, I could do a pelvic exam. Her hand goes between her legs. Her fingers disappear into her cunt. She pulls them out and licks them.

“Are you going to eat my pussy or not?”

That shakes me out of my stupor. For a halfway smart guy, I’m pretty fucking slow sometimes. I hop out of bed and make my way around the foot to her side. It’s a small bedroom. There’s barely enough room for me to kneel between the bed and the wall. Before I do, she tosses a pillow on the floor, for my knees. I fucking lover her.

“Push the curtains back,” she tells me after dropping the pillow on the floor. WTF?

“Huh, Chrissy, you sure? Seriously?”

“Push them open,” she demands. “Hurry up,” she insists, fingers once more dipping into her pussy. I drop to my knees. But not before I open the curtains.

“Steve, hurry up. My pussy’s on fire. Eat my pussy.”

Her voice is way louder than it needs to be. Holy fucking shit! She’s not simply going to give them the opportunity; she’s luring them in. And not just to listen. Holy shit!

I want to turn, see if her words have had an effect but I’m more interested in her pussy.

It fucking glows. It glistens. It’s a goddamn thing of beauty.

Her fingers wrap themselves in my hair. “Eat my pussy, please.” The desperation in her voice is real. Fuck, I’m just as desperate. But not yet. I need to feast my eyes before my mouth.

I kiss her knee, the right one, the one with the scar from the tumble she took on her bike. I’d dived off mine racing toward her crumpled body, sure she was dead. It was horrible but when I got to her she was laughing at her stupidity. I push the memory away and kiss her scar again.

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“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Carmen Solo’s voice boomed throughout the catering area.

I turned my gaze away from Carmen and Tiana, curious to see who would start paying attention to our conversation. Those nearby didn’t bother to look in our direction, save for a few. I figured they must have thought Carmen and Tianna were discussing a spot in their upcoming match later in the evening. Sometimes you have to admire how people don’t want spoilers.

“Awe c’mon Carmen. I think it would be a lot of fun!” Tiana giggled.

Carmen looked upon her friend in utter disbelief. Then she looked at me thinking I would take her side. But all Carmen could see on my face was a grin. A big dumb grin. At that point all I could do was think back to the events leading up to this moment and nothing but happy-happy thoughts ran through my mind.

Two days ago; a Monday, was spent with Carmen and I playing “Fuck Day”. And I do mean FUCK DAY. Carmen was quite competitive and the video Tee sent me put her in a mood. After she made me cum, I was ordered to do the same to her. I was thankful Tiana’s vid already got Carmen revved up for the task. My lips and tongue assaulted her swollen clit for less than a minute before her thighs clamped onto my head. Her orgasm was quick and fierce. Not wanting to lose momentum I added my fingers into the mix and massaged her g-spot while sucking on her clit. I looked up in time to see Carmen’s eyes roll into the back of her skull. Her legs extended into the air until her next orgasm hit and her bare soles came down and kicked my lower back. I could still feel the slight stickiness of my cum on her feet.

After her second orgasm passed Carmen became the aggressor. She ordered me to lay on my back and open my legs. I did as instructed and she placed herself between them. I didn’t have much time to think as Carmen began sucking on my cock in that amazing mouth of hers. I’ve honestly never been one for blowjobs. Aside from my fetish, I truly enjoy giving a woman pleasure rather than receiving. But the things this woman could do with her lips and tongue were amazing. Carmen blew new life into my flaccid flesh, making me harder than foreign algebra.

She took my entire length down her throat. When her gag reflex hit, I almost lost my mind. Her “throat pussy” massaged my cock in a way I couldn’t describe. But looking into Carmen’s eyes was something else. They were watered and red. She couldn’t breathe. And she wouldn’t stop. She just kept choking on my dick. I couldn’t hold out for much longer and I grabbed handfuls of her hair, just before I was about to cum. That’s when Carmen went into overdrive. Her hands joined in on the action and she massaged my balls while still sucking my soul out of my cock. I came good and hard right down her throat.

“Mmm, protein.” she spoke after spitting out my dick.

Carmen moved up the bed and pinned my arms down with her naked legs. I couldn’t move. She hovered her wet pussy above my face and I lifted my head so I could lick at her sweet flower. She swiveled her hips to avoid my tongue, teasing me so I couldn’t give back to her. She laughed, enjoying the control she had over me.

“If this was a match, the ref would have counted to thirty by now.” Carmen smiled.

Her bragging gave me the opportunity I needed. My legs were free so I moved them off the mattress and hooked Carmen just under her armpits. Flexing my muscles, I pulled Carmen off of my chest and forced her to lay on her upper back. I moved quickly and managed to pin her to the bed, with her lying on her neck and shoulders, her legs and feet dangling and her ass sticking straight up in the air. The rest of her body was resting against mine. She had nowhere to go. Her exposed pussy was perfect for attacking and my fingers entered her from above.

My motions where quick and forceful. I didn’t have the best angle to go for her g-spot but I made up for it another way. My free hand was able to go for her clit and Carmen was moaning loudly from the double assault. I tried keeping it interesting and bit her on her ass cheeks multiple time. Hard enough to leave a mark for sure. I could feel her orgasm approaching, her pussy squeezing my fingers was a good enough sign. But watching her legs and feet shake uncontrollably was the dead giveaway. My teeth sunk into her flesh one more time and I tugged, hard. Carmen howled and I watched an arch of her girl-cum shoot from her flower, within two inches of almost hitting me in the eye.

I didn’t want her to pass out on me, so I eased up on my actions until finally stopping. Carmen looked so beautiful as her fingers and toes tried to claw at anything her imagination was conjuring. Her breasts rose and fell from her heavy breathing. Her eyes told the story of being consumed with pleasure as she looked in all directions, as if trying to make sense of the world around her. I brought her back to reality with a harsh spank on her rear. That caught her attention.

“Ow! Asshole.” Carmen shrieked.

“If you insist!” I replied.

“Oh God, no! Wait!”

I moved myself just a little, ardahan escort still pinning Carmen on her neck and shoulders with her exposed sex in the air. This time my fingers that worked her clit sunk into her pussy and found her g-spot. My other fingers; still coated in her juices, aligned with her puckered rosebud and pushed inward with ease. She screamed my name before her whole body started to shake violently. She was cumming within seconds. I refused to stop and neither did her orgasm. Everything about her radiated in pleasure and I was anxious to keep it going as long as I could. When I finally lightened up on her, Carmen was reduced to a jiggling and mumbling mess. Every part of her twitched and shook. The expressions on her face kept morphing as well. Somewhere between pleasure and disbelief. I almost feared for my life knowing she would get even, eventually.

We continued our depravity for the next couple of hours. We even had to stop long enough to have a lunch break. That was also a contest of wills. Trying eat when distracted is difficult. It’s even worse when you’re horny and your partner wants to keep playing. After the meal we attempted to take a nap but that proved pointless. We were like filthy animals. Blowjobs, footjobs, fingering, eating out, rough sex, butt-fucking, the works. By the time we’d gotten all of that out of our systems, I was convinced I would need a completely new bed.

The evening came to an end with us having a simple homemade dinner, and making sure everything regarding the bed was well cleaned. As much as we wanted one last round of bedroom antics, we knew it was best not to. The following morning; a Tuesday, was going to be busy for us and we needed all the strength we could get back.

Morning arrived as expected and we were in a dire rush. Even though we were smart enough to be packed and ready the night before, things seemed like they were trying to go wrong from the start. The driver for the local Cab company was late to my place, and traffic managed to slow us down getting to the shuttle depot. We were lucky to get there just in time to board our shuttle to the airport. The airport was no better. Going through security took forever. At the pace we were moving we were certain to miss our flight. Again, luck was barely on our side and managed to make it to our terminal just as the plane was being boarded.

The flight was a blessing in disguise. We were able to catch our breath from sprinting the entire morning. A part of me wanted to get a little more sleep while on the plane but having Carmen with me stopped that from happening. We talked through the whole flight. Our conversation shifted from events to prepare for at the show to what we wanted to do after getting set up at the hotel. Carmen even tried to make me squirm in my seat, whispering to me all the things she was going to do to Tiana for that video she emailed me.

When we landed Carmen took the initiative to have an Uber ready to take us to the hotel where everyone was staying. I was happy to see a number of the talent already checking in and wanted to catch up with my new friends. Carmen was aware of this and told me to go have some fun after we entered our room. I was a little hesitant but she planted her foot in my lower back and shoved me out the door. Another way of her telling me it was ok.

Meeting up with the guys meant having to talk about what we did during our weekend. Though most of the men were married or in steady relationships, they seemed highly focused to know what happened with me and Carmen. I found myself lying to them, saying I went home alone and by chance we arrived at the airport at the same time. They knew I was full of shit but didn’t ask any further questions.

Our little group filled in the rest of the day with different wrestlers vlogging our misadventures. It was fun goofing around with each of them in their own ways, to keep their vlogs entertaining. One of the best parts about our line of work is the amount of creativity we put into everything we do, and the freedom to do damn near anything. Well almost anything. Some stuff we have to get approved otherwise it would not get shown on tv.

The day went by faster than expected. Time truly flies when you’re having fun. As night approached, I knew I wanted to regroup with Carmen and the two of us go out to eat somewhere in the city. I tried texting her but she never responded. This had me a little concerned so when the opportunity came up, I was able to break away from the guys and go back to the hotel. There were no replies from Carmen and I figured she must have gone out with her friends. I decided to crash for a bit back at the room and figure out what I wanted to do with the rest of the night.

When I opened the door to our room, I was greeted by something I didn’t expect. Clothing; women’s clothing, was scattered all over the floor. A number of thick, black plastic bags with red labeling were down there too. The labeling read “Love N Stuff”. I could hear movement and slowly crept inward. That’s when I saw them and my artvin escort jaw nearly fell to the floor.

Lying face down on the bed and spread eagle was a very naked Tiana. Her wrists and ankles had cuffs on them with restraints leading under the bed. Kneeling behind Tiana’s ass was Carmen who was mostly naked, aside from the weird BDSM jock-strap looking thing she was wearing. Turning my head, I got a better look and realized it was a strap-on, already buried deep inside Tee’s sex. Also on the bed was a small assortment of erotic clothing and different types of sex toys. I wanted to remain silent and watch but kicked out a small cough while holding my breath. Tiana turned her head and looked me in the eyes. Her watery glare was the only way she could communicate. A ball gag in her mouth stopped her from talking, or making any noises other than moans. Carmen then noticed me and the look on her face was something I will never forget.

“I told you I was going to get even with this slut.” Carmen’s voice rung in my ears.

She was a woman of her word. I got a better look as I approached and noticed red marks across Tee’s rear. They looked like palm prints. My eyes spotted a pink plug with a plastic diamond sticking out of Tiana’s ass. I also noticed the large wet patch under Tiana’s pussy. There was no telling how long they’d been at it but Tiana must have cum a hundred times by now. My cock started to harden and Carmen spotted it instantly.

“You want in on this, love?”

“Shit, you don’t have to ask me twice.”

My clothes were removed faster than a lightning strike. Carmen removed her strap-on. I uncuffed Tee’s wrists and ankles and Carmen assisted in flipping the poor girl onto her back. She had little to no strength left in her body. Carmen continued to fulfil her statement from the morning before and straddle Tiana’s face. I could hear the faint sound of the gag being removed from Tee’s mouth. I positioned myself between her legs and very slowly entered her wet folds. This made the sexy girl snap to attention and her lips and tongue immediately went for Carmen’s pussy.

I couldn’t see what was happening with Carmen’s back obscuring my vision but I imagined her grabbing a handful of Tee’s hair and pulling her head off the mattress, forcing Tiana to eat her pussy with no way to escape. This made my cock harder and I pushed deeply into Tiana’s body. I could hear her moan and noticed Carmen shivering while she rode Tiana’s face. I couldn’t help myself and I grabbed Tiana’s ankles, bringing her soft feet near my mouth. My lips and tongue found her soles and toes. My hips thrusted aggressively into her body and I could feel her pussy muscles fluttering with no control along my shaft. She was cumming, and hard. Carmen must have been cumming too. Her body went stiff then proceeded to tremble almost violently. Finally, she folded and rolled off of Tiana’s face. I almost came inside her when I saw the glistening coat of Carmen’s orgasm all over Tee’s mouth. I had to slow down to keep from rupturing.

“Suck on my toes.” Carmen spoke just above a whisper.

At first, I thought she was talking to me but I saw her moving her body so her foot was right above Tee’s mouth. To my astonishment Tee did as commanded and I watched each of Carmen’s digits go one-by-one into Tiana’s mouth. I stopped moving all together knowing I wasn’t going to last if I moved at all. Tiana seemed to know what she was doing with Carmen’s foot. The expressions on Carmen’s face said plenty.

“That’s enough, Tee. Now move a little up the bed. And you,” Carmen spoke to me “get that dick out of my friend.”

I was hypnotized. My hips moved backwards and my cock slid out of Tiana’s pussy. Carmen moved on the bed and continued to fulfil her earlier comment. Laying in a new position, she wiggled her wet toes playfully against Tee’s nether lips and clit and finally pushed her foot inward. Tiana shoved a hand in her mouth and bit down to keep from screaming out loudly. Carmen made slight kicking motions with her leg and she literally foot fucked Tiana’s now abused pussy.

“Give me that cock, company man.”

Still hypnotized I moved forward and Carmen took my rod into her mouth. I didn’t stand a chance. My body tensed, my balls tightened, and a flood of my cum gushed into Carmen’s mouth. Her eyes went wide as if she didn’t know what to do next. Then she pushed my cock out of her mouth. Yanked her foot from Tiana’s pussy. Spun around in the bed and spit my sperm and her saliva all into Tiana’s hair. What happened next could only be described as something you’d see on the old Jerry Springer show: Tiana flipped out.

The next hour was spent talking through a door. Tiana locked herself in the bathroom, her emotions somewhere between highly upset and royally pissed off. Carmen and me took turns talking to her, trying to calm her down. We were lucky nobody heard all the commotion and phoned the hotel management. We finally got through to her and Tee unlocked the door but only let Carmen inside. I could do nothing so I stepped away to put my bodrum escort clothes back on. While redressing I heard the sound of running water and realized the girls turned the shower on. Carmen cracked the door open and called out to me, asking if I would mind coming back in an hour. I did as requested and took a lonely walk.

An hour later I came back to the room and both Carmen and Tiana were dressed beautifully. The room also looked as if it were cleaned but nobody was going to sleep in that bed that evening. Thankfully the room had two beds. I knew better than to ask what happened while I was gone so I kept my mouth shut. The girls asked me if I was ready to go to dinner. After everything that happened, I definitely had an appetite. Moments later we found a restaurant and enjoyed a rather pleasant meal. Afterwards we returned to the room with Tiana bunking with us. It was nice going to sleep being sandwiched between two of the most beautiful women in the business, if not the whole world.

The following day everyone was at the arena earlier than required. Even though I was under contract, old habits were hard to kick. I found myself helping out building the ring. When that was completed, I also helped out organizing the folding chairs for front row seating. That’s when some of the guys approached me and we had a pseudo contest of doing diving jumps from one of the turnbuckles onto a crash pad in the middle of the ring. This gave me a wild idea and I split from the others to find Grizzly, as we were going to have rematch that night.

Running through catering I came across Carmen and Tiana. The two were discussing their match and what sort of things were being planned for it. I noticed Tee was looking like she was up to no good. Naturally, I asked what was running through her mind. She giggled like she usually did when caught being mischievous, and so she told us exactly what was on her mind.

The day before, when Tee and Carmen visited the sex store, Tee purchased a pair of remote-controlled vibrating orbs. And with that purchase she had an incredibly wild idea. Knowing her and Carmen were scheduled to have a match, Tiana wanted to use those orbs during the match. Not as a means to assault each other or goof around with the fans. Instead, she wanted one inside her pussy, and the other inside Carmen’s. And then there would be me, backstage in command of the remotes. Carmen was right again. Tiana was a freak.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Carmen Solo’s voice boomed throughout the catering area.

“Awe c’mon Carmen. I think it would be a lot of fun!” Tiana giggled.

Carmen looked at her friend, then looked at me. I was grinning. I knew I shouldn’t have been but something between my legs told me Tiana was definitely right. It would be a lot of fun.

“You cannot be seriously agreeing with her.” she slugged me in the arm.

“After last night, I think I can. Besides she’s right.” I leaned in close to her ear “Just imagine you and Tee wrestling with all your heart, pussies leaking all over the ring, and cumming your brains outs in front of over fifteen thousand fans in the crowd and who knows how many millions watching at home. And not a single one of them would know you’re having orgasm after orgasm.”

My words affected her perfectly. She bit her lower lip and let her eyes slightly roll up in her skull. For just a brief moment I thought she already had a toy stuffed between her legs.

“Okay, say I’m in. How in the hell do we pull this off?”

“I knew you’d ask,” answered Tiana “the orbs have a default vibration. However, the remotes have an intensity boost, a strong one. So, when one of us is looking hurt or put in a submission hold, your foot bitch can press the boost buttons. The fans won’t know the difference between looks of pain or pleasure.”

Tiana was right. What she described could simply be summed up as beautiful agony. A strong orgasm face almost looks no different than a face of torture. Maybe this would work after all. Carmen agreed, Tiana hugged her neck, and then sprinted off to go grab her toys. I kissed Carmen on the cheek and told her I needed to find Grizzly for my match as well. We said our goodbyes to each other and prepared for the show ahead.

The first match of the night happened flawlessly. I envied the two wrestlers as they came backstage, remembering what happened the previous week with the disgruntled fan. Grizzly and I were on next. No match just yet. Just promo work. Grizzly went to the ring first, his head covered with a few bandages to make it look like he was still hurt from last Friday. The man worked the mic beautifully. He irritated the fans, dared anyone to fight him again, and then he insulted me for having “a buddy” attack him during our match.

Then I made my way to the ring. A mic in my own hand as well. I called him stupid, informed him I saved him from “my buddy”, questioned if he had brain damage, and then pointed out his still bandaged head. From there I reminded him he wasn’t medically cleared for a match that night but I would gladly finish what “my buddy” tried to do, and I would do it during Friday’s show. Grizzly agreed but only on one stipulation. For it to be a “Bear Country” match. The fans cheered, I agreed, my music started playing and I exited to the back leaving Grizzly alone in the ring. So far, the night was still going as planned.

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This is a very mild female exhibition fantasy. There is no real sex or bondage or any of that, just a young woman flashing her naked twat for all the world to see… or did she?

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WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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It was just before eight o’clock on Saturday evening and Sandra Kowalski was all but dragging her husband, David, by his elbow into the central ballroom of the Blue Sky Casino. “We are going to be late,” she said, “and I have to give the welcoming speech.”

She stopped, turned to face him, put her hands on her hips, and asked in a very irritated tone of voice, “Why are you dawdling?”

Grabbing his hands she added, “You normally almost run along in front of me. I’m having to pull you along. It’s like you don’t want to be here.”

“That’s because Idon’t want to be here,” he answered sharply. “I told you I hate high school reunions.”

“But this isn’t your typical high school reunion,” she replied. “How many ten-year class reunions are held at a Las Vegas casino?” Then she smiled and added, “…and at no cost to anyone in the class. All we have to pay for this entire weekend is any booze that we drink.”

“You have never fully explained how the class president managed to arrange that,” he grumbled. Then he stopped once again and asked, “Howdid you pull that off?”

“My excellent negotiating skills,” she replied as she once again pulled him along. “And having a class vice-president who has a high level job here at the casino.”

“I thought Gerry was an aerospace engineer,” David said. “Last I heard he was designing flight simulators for an aircraft company. What in the heck does he do here at a casino?”

“You’ll have to ask him tonight,” Sandra answered brightly. “All of the class officers are sitting together.” She then pointed over to one of the tables at the front of the room and said, “You go sit down. I need to welcome everyone and explain the events of the evening.”

David walked over to the table Sandra had indicated as she walked up to the podium at the front of the room. Her welcoming speech was the standard “so glad you could be here” sort of stuff you’d expect at any class reunion. She then went on to explain that everyone had one hundred dollars worth of complementary chips at their tables for use later in the casino. Tomorrow morning and afternoon were scheduled as free time and tomorrow night there would be a smaller gathering in the penthouse lounge for those who were not going home until Monday. That turned out to be almost all of the class.

“Those of us who are staying Sunday night,” she said as she ended her remarks, “are also going to get a guided tour of the Strip. So everyone meet out front at exactly 6:00 o’clock and we will walk the sidewalks together with our guide before going up to The Blue Sky Penthouse Lounge for a meal and more time together.”

The regular entertainment for the room then began. The show was entitled “Modern Burlesque” and featured everything from several strippers re-enacting famous routines to highly-skilled. modern pole dancers, two of whom danced completely naked. Huge screens on the walls displayed closeups of both dancers’ glistening pussy lips as they spun and gyrated around their poles.

“I can’t even imagine why someone would show off their body like that!” David huffed. His disapproval was obvious in his voice. “Who would ever willingly do something like that?”

Sandra remained silent, but Gerry spoke up. “I’ll bet Sandy would,” he said. “She was quite a tease and exhibitionist in high school. Look at how her eyes are glistening. I’ll bet right now she’s imagining herself up there flashing her snatch to the entire room.”

Again balıkesir escort Sandra didn’t respond. What was she going to say? “Gerry, you are absolutely right.”

That was the truth, but she couldn’t admit that in front of her up-tight husband. Instead she changed the subject. “Gerry,” she began, “Dave was wondering what an aerospace engineer is doing working for a casino in Las Vegas.”

“You’re seeing it,” he said as he pointed to the giant displays. “I am Vice-president of Presentation Electronics. Everything is electronic these days– and it’s not just automatic cameras that follow a dancer’s twat as she swings around a pole. Some of the full routines are animated or have animated backgrounds. We even have some pretty good-sized rooms that are totally gimbaled and powered with hydraulics so that people can feel the motions of whatever is on the screens. We can blast you off into outer space or take you for a tour of any city in the world. If you’re willing to pay for it, we can even put your face on any body in the show when it projects on the big screens.”

“Wow,” said Sandra, “where do you go from there? What’s next?”

“The Strippermobile,” Gerry answered joyfully. “That’s my current big project. It has three different modes. The outer panels of the back can look like an ordinary truck or it can project recordings of a pole dancer or stripper as if they were being seen through windows into the inside of the truck. Or everything can be live with the cameras inside the truck being sent directly to the outside panels.

“The inside of the truck works the same way. It actually is a pole dance stage and the inside wall screens can either show images of pre-recorded scenes or display what is actually outside as if the walls were made of glass.”

He laughed and then said, “Sandy, if you really wanted to, you could do a naked pole dance routine in the middle of Times Square… and never leave the garage.” He leaned in a little closer and continued in a more quiet tone, “Wouldn’t that be an exhibitionist’s ultimate fantasy?”

A quick cough from Dave brought Sandra back to the reality of the room. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, but her eyes were still practically glazed over. For a moment, in her mind, she had been swinging naked around a pole in the middle of Times Square.

“Or,” Gerry continued, “you could flash your stuff all the way up and down the Strip.”

“What’s the purpose of putting that much work and technology in such a vulgar vehicle?” Dave asked. His disapproval showed on his face and in his voice.

“Publicity with self-censorship to stay just inside the law, among other things,” Gerry responded. “The driver can switch from live to video at any time, or switch from a G-rated routine while traveling outside the Strip, to a PG at the edges of the main drag, and then to full X in the center where there shouldn’t be any precious snowflakes to be traumatized. When in the neighborhoods totally outside the downtown area the displays can be also be set to look like a regular painted delivery truck.”

He looked over at Sandra and said, “I’m even setting it up to be a flight simulator ride of sorts. I haven’t sold the hotel and casino on it yet, but I’m sure they would go for it. The Strippermobile Experience would allow a woman to really release her inner slut without having to worry about what cell phone videos might end up on the internet. After all, what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in Vegas.”

Gerry turned to look at Dave and smiled. Then he said cheerfully, “Why don’t you and Sandy drop by my labs tomorrow. I could demonstrate the whole setup for you. It’s almost complete. All it needs is a beta test shakedown and it will be ready to roll out on the Strip.”

“It would have to be early afternoon,” Sandra replied. “I have to meet with the penthouse staff for final planning before we tour the Strip.”

“And I am playing golf with several other husbands,” added Dave, “so she would have to come by herself… if she comes at all.”

“Do I detect a note of jealousy?” Gerry said with a chuckle. “Afraid that an old high school flame might get rekindled are we?” He then laughed once again and clinked glasses with Sandra.

In response, David fumed and looked down at the drink he was gripping firmly in his hand. Gerry looked over at Sandra and raised his eyebrows before looking back to Dave and saying, “I assure you that Sandy will be perfectly safe with me. My boyfriend, who couldn’t be with us tonight, works with me in the lab and will be helping run the final tests tomorrow. If everything goes well, Strippermobile 2.0 really is scheduled for its first public run tomorrow night.”

“Dave,” Sandra said, “In case you didn’t catch on, Gerry was never my boyfriend. In high school it was more like he was just one of the girls. He wasn’t officially out of the closet, but everyone knew. So, he isn’t an old flame that you have to worry bartın escort about. He’s more of an really safe old girlfriend. We have always been and will always be just very good friends.”

“OK,” grumped Dave. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“And by stupid,” she explained with a forced smile to the rest of the table, “he means anything that might be fun.”

Turning to look directly at her husband seated next to her she huffed, “Lighten up! This is Vegas. Can’t a girl have a little fun once in a while without you worrying about what the neighbors might think?”

“I tell you what,” Gerry said. “I will meet with you and the event coordinator from The Penthouse at 2:30. Then we can go over to my labs to look at the Strippermobile. You will be back here in plenty of time to do your last minute checks and I will be here in plenty of time to lead the tour of the Strip.”

Sandra was nearly bouncing in her seat like a little girl being offered her favorite ice cream as she said, “That works for me.”

Dave looked more like a kid in a dentist’s waiting room as he muttered, “I’ll be playing golf.” Then he added ominously, “Remember, don’t do anything that might get back home. We do have an image to maintain. And not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”

Gerry was about to say something in reply, but at that moment a swarm of waiters and waitresses flooded into the room bringing their meals. They were fast and efficient and within moments everyone was served.

Following dinner, there were the customary speeches and reminiscences, and of course, the stupid prizes for longest married, most kids, who came from farthest away, and all of that. A little before midnight, the party broke up with most of the guests wandering into the casino itself to see if they could parlay their free chips into a windfall fortune. By one am, most had exhausted their supply of chips and were headed up to their rooms.

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The afternoon meeting with the event coordinator from The Penthouse restaurant was your typical, boring, go-down-the-checklist type of meeting that is a part of setting up gatherings at any hotel or resort. At least it lasted only an hour, so by 3:45, Gerry and Sandra were walking out the front door of the casino.

After his car was brought around, he headed up Las Vegas Boulevard for a couple of blocks and then turned off the Strip and zig-zagged over to West Reno street and a rather nondescript building that looked like it had once been an auto repair shop– it had been.

From the outside, the place looked almost abandoned, but once you stepped in through the security doors, it was bright, clean, and modern. The surprise showed on Sandra’s face as Gerry clicked a remote and lights automatically came on in what was apparently his work area.

“The run-down exterior keeps the tourists away,” he explained. After a short laugh, he pointed to the myriad of cameras hanging from the ceiling and added, “And the electronic security keeps the competition honest.”

“Good afternoon, Ralph,” he said to the nearest camera.

“Good afternoon, Mister Bruger,” echoed from the speakers on the wall. “Please verify,” the voice continued.

“Authorization code Alpha-Seven-Zero-Zero-Six,” he replied. Then leaning close to Sandra he explained, “That means you are a visitor with full rights and I can show you what I am working on.”

“What if you got the code wrong?” she asked.

“The fact that it started with ‘alpha’ means you are a full-access visitor,” he answered with a smile. “And as long as I call him ‘Ralph,’ and the code ends in six everything is fine.”

Looking a little more serious he continued, “But if I had called him ‘Dave’… or ended the code with a nine… or started it with ‘x-ray’… or not given a code at all, one of us might be lying on the ground with a bullet in the leg right now.”

Gerry chuckled at her wide eyes and finished with “This is Vegas. They take their security very seriously here.”

He then clicked his remote once again and a large garage-style door rolled upward to reveal what appeared to be a small moving truck. “And this is why,” he said.

Stepping to one side, he added with a flourish of his arms, “I present to you, the Strippermobile Flight Simulator.”

Another click of his remote and the walls of the truck, which displayed the logo of a furniture company, seemed to suddenly turn transparent, revealing a room with a carpeted floor and ceiling, and a shiny brass pole mounted in the very center of the room. Two leather swivel chairs were mounted on the floor adjacent to the wall which separated the area from the cab of the truck. That wall was also covered in the deep blue carpet.

“How would you like to be the very first person to try the Strippermobile Flight Simulator Experience?” he asked.

“How realistic is it?” she replied.

“You will think we are driving down the Strip,” he answered. “You can even wave batman escort at the people on the sidewalk if you want and they will wave back.”

Sandra remained silent for several moments. Finally she said quietly, “Promise you won’t tell David?”

“I assure you he won’t hear it from me,” Gerry answered.

He then pressed another button on his remote and one side of the truck body raised up like an old-fashioned garage door. “That’s actually a screen on both sides,” he explained. “Someday you will have a choice of almost anywhere, but for now I have it programmed so that from inside it will look like we are driving down the Strip.”

“I wish I could do this for real,” Sandra answered breathlessly. “I would love to flash my body to everyone on the Strip, including our whole class. But David is right. If it ever got back home, it could cause problems for him and his business.”

“Pretend it is real,” Gerry said with a big smile. “And who knows, you might get your wish. Remember, this is Vegas where, sometimes, dreams do come true.”

“I thought that was Disneyland,” Sandra said with a slight laugh.

“Same song, different verse,” Gerry replied.

He then helped Sandra climb up a small set of steps to a platform so that she could enter the back of the truck. As the panel came back down, the three outer walls of the truck appeared to become transparent.

Gerry’s voice came from the speakers, “It would probably be best if you sat down at the beginning until you get used to the movements of the truck. It will feel exactly like we are going out on the road, including the jerks and jostles.”

The sound of a truck starting up startled Sandra, and then the room began to vibrate slightly. She could hear a garage door opening and the truck felt like it began to move. Gerry had been right. It was exactly as if they were pulling out onto the street.

She sat and watched some older buildings with a few houses interspersed go by. Then Gerry’s voice said, “If this were real, the outside of the truck would still be the furniture van. You would be able to see out, but no one could see in.”

After a short pause, he added, “The show area starts in about two blocks, so get ready.”

Sandra stood and grasped the pole. After glancing around for a moment, she kicked off her heels so that they landed under one of the chairs. As she stood holding lightly to the pole, the driver reached the high end of the Strip and started down the boulevard. There were groups of people here and there on the sidewalks but it wasn’t particularly crowded.

Gerry’s voice came over the speakers. It sounded slightly weird, almost like it was echoing… or being amplified to external speakers. “The Blue Sky Casino,” he bellowed out, “presents our amateur stripper of the night… Sandra.”

He paused and said in a more subdued voice, “Remember, you too could ride the Strippermobile either for real or as a flight simulation at the Blue Sky Casino. And for your entertainment, our professional dancers will be appearing regularly here in the Strippermobile and also each evening at the Blue Sky Penthouse Lounge.”

Bump and grind music with a heavy beat began blaring from the speakers. Sandra grabbed the pole and pulled herself up a few feet off the ground. She knew what she was doing because she had been taking pole dancing classes for several years. She told Dave it was “to keep in shape,” but her real reason was an almost obsessive fantasy of someday being able to exhibit her body to an audience.

“I should have worn something easier to take off,” she aloud said to herself.

Gerry answered, “Improvise. It will make it look more real.”

“Oh!” she said. “You can hear me!”

“And see you,” he replied. “You’ve kept your body in very good shape. I still have those pictures of you streaking the homecoming game senior year. Nobody every figured out that was you, but I was the one waiting with the fake trash barrel so you could hide as soon as you got behind the bleachers. The cops chasing you never did figure out where you went.”

Sandra turned slightly red as the memories came back to her.

“And luckily we scored a touchdown just as you took yourself over the top while you were squished down inside there so nobody but me heard you.”

Sandra now turned totally red and stammered, “I didn’t know you heard me.”

Gerry laughed and added, “Sandra,EVERYONE would have heard you if they weren’t cheering so loud.”

“Looks like the memories have gotten you in the mood,” he said. “Your headlights are definitely at high beam and if I’m not wrong, your panties are soaking wet.”

In response, Sandra did a spin split and turned upside down. Her mini skirt fell down toward her waist totally exposing her bright blue panties which were, indeed, a much darker blue in the crotch.

“You might try a knee swing while you get rid of that skirt,” Gerry suggested.

Sandra dropped her left foot to the floor and hooked her right knee around the pole. Then pushing herself with her left foot she began spinning backward around the pole while at the same time unzipping the short skirt. When she grabbed the pole and pulled herself upward once again, the skirt dropped to the floor as she began spinning faster around the pole.

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Her First Stocking series, chapter 4

It was Saturday afternoon, another scorching hot summer day. I was lying on the couch reading on my phone when she came into the living room.

“Give me some room, Babe.”

I sat up, and she plopped down next to me, snuggling up close.

“What’s up?” I asked.

“Can’t a girl just snuggle up to her man?”

Now I knew she had something to say. I put my arm around her shoulders and kissed her cheek softly. She looked at me. Before she could say anything, I pressed my lips to hers, and my tongue licked her warm lips. She opened her mouth, and my tongue slid between her lips, searching for hers. She responded passionately, and we kissed, our tongues swirling around each other until I broke the kiss. I was curious about what she wanted to tell me.

“So, what’s up? I know you want to tell me something,” I said.

“I have been a bad girl,” she said sheepishly.

“How so?”

“Well, last night, when I was getting ready for the party, I received a text message from Mark.”

“Oh!”

“Do you remember how I went back to the table as we were leaving the restaurant and you were about to pay the bill?”

“Yes.”

“I wrote my phone number on a napkin.”

“I saw that, and when your phone pinged twice, I was sure that was what you had done.”

“And you said nothing?”

“What was there to say?”

“Mark asked me if we had planned to go to the restaurant last night.”

“Well, if it wasn’t for the company Christmas party, maybe we would have.”

“Yes, I told him that. I told him I was getting ready for the party. He asked what I was wearing, and I described my dress to him. He asked if I wore stockings, and I told him yes, I did. He asked me about my heels, so I described them to him too. Then he asked me about my underwear, and I told him I only had a G-string on. He told me he liked what I was wearing for the night, and I gave him an erection. I told him I did not believe him. He told me I was a hot, sexy slut and his fantasy. I still told him I did not believe him. He said he would prove it. That was when you called out, saying we had to go.”

“Mmhmm, I remember that.”

“I was typing: ‘I had to go’ when a picture arrived. I finished typing and sent my message, then opened the photo. It was a picture of Mark sitting on a chair; he was only wearing a shirt, and he held his fully erect cock in his hand that pointed upward. My pussy itched as I remembered how delicious his cock had been in my mouth. In his next text, he said it was my turn. I asked what he meant. He just texted one word: ‘photo’. I told him I was dressed and ready to leave. He said he wanted to see how I looked going out. I thought for a second, and not seeing any harm in it, I put the phone on the dressing table and took a quick selfie as I stood in front of the window. He said I was hot and sexy. I closed my phone and joined you.”

“Wow, that’s hot, baby. What happened next?”

“When you walked around the car, I heard my phone ping, but I ignored it. Arriving at the venue, I told you I had to go to the restroom. Well, I really just wanted to read the message, but I did not dare to open it in the lobby while mingling with all the guests.”

“That was a wise thing to do, but you could have opened it while I was driving.”

“I know, but we were going to your company’s Christmas party, and I did not want to distract aksaray escort you. I know how horny you can get.”

“Fair enough.”

“When I was in the restroom, I opened the text message. It was from Jim. He said Mark forwarded my picture to him and that I was a very sexy gal. He was to meet Mark in the restaurant, and he wished I was there too. I told him they had my photo. I turned notifications off and re-joined you.”

She put her hand on my chest, her bare leg over my legs, and turned towards me. Our lips met, and our tongues made love in our kiss. I loved her more than anything else, she was my wife, yet I was fine with our adventures, how the guys lusted for her and wanted her, and how she responded to them. I was happy to share her. She broke the kiss, looked into my eyes, and said: “I love you, Babe.”

“I love you, Baby. Is there more?”

“Yes. I went to the restroom again hoping there was a text from them. There were messages from both of them and a photo from Mark. I opened the photo first. Mark still sat on the chair, but he was slumped against the backrest now. I noticed he was holding my photo, which was on his thigh, and his somewhat deflated cock was resting on my picture. When I zoomed into the picture, I saw that it was covered in his cum that was still dribbling from his cock. He wrote: ‘it was great, but nothing like having the real slut.’ My pussy started to itch.

“Wow, that’s hot!” I exclaimed.

“I opened Jim’s text, which said that they were in the restaurant and discussing how they would make me cum. Their texts turned me on, and I felt my pussy getting moist. I replied to both of them by saying they were very naughty boys, trying to turn on a married pussy. I closed the phone and returned to you, my pussy was on fire, I was really turned on. If their intention was to turn on a married pussy, they had achieved that.”

“I love it, Baby. I love your teasing and flirting.”

“I know you do. You are a horny cuck.”

My hand slid under her shirt. It was really my shirt, she just liked to wear it. She looked hot when she had it on. I groped her naked bum cheek, and in return, she slid her tongue into my mouth, and we kissed for a while.

“What happened later?” I eagerly asked her when the kiss was broken.

“Well, it was difficult to be present at the party from there on. My body tingled, and my mind kept thinking of them. I returned to the restroom once more.”

“Yeah, I was wondering why you kept going to the restroom so often.”

“As soon as I had privacy in one of the cubicles, I checked my phone, and I was not disappointed. I have to admit, I was eager to read their messages. They both replied, both asking for a naughty photo to stir their imaginations. I told them I was at a company function. I couldn’t, and I wasn’t going to do that.”

“That was wise,” I interjected.

“They said that would not stop them from talking about how they wanted to fuck me, fuck my married pussy. How they would spitroast me while you watched. My pussy flushed, and I had to wipe myself clean. I replied, telling them to keep dreaming. I did not wait for their reply, I just rushed back to you.”

“I am getting really horny here,” I said.

She put her hand on my cock and squeezed it through my shorts: “I can feel it.”

“Has anything else happened?”

“It was getting late, and amasya escort people started to leave. I was eager to leave too, I was very horny. You had a bit too much to drink, so I was driving home, but I did not expect you to fall asleep. I needed a good fucking, my pussy was on fire, but when we entered our bedroom, you told me you were out and crawled under the bedsheets in your underwear. I heard your snoring within a few seconds. I kissed your forehead and came to the living room. I got my phone out and, with shaking hands, I checked it for messages.”

“I remember leaving the party and going to bed. Yeah, I guess I overdid the wine a bit.”

“Just a bit! And I was sitting on the couch needing your hard cock,” she pouted.

“Sorry, Baby.”

“I read their messages, and I felt a pang of jealousy. They told me they were going back to Mark’s place with Annie, the waitress, and they were going to fuck her as they had discussed fucking me over their dinner. They told me she was a submissive slut, and when she saw them, she rushed into the back of the restaurant. When she returned, she was wearing high heels, and on closer inspection, it was revealed she did not have underwear on either.”

I was getting really horny by now, and my cock grew considerably in my shorts as she kept squeezing it. I wanted to fuck her, but I wanted to hear the rest of it too.

“I want you, Baby! I am so turned on, but go on and tell me the rest,” I said.

“I replied to them, saying she was a lucky girl, then, in another message, I said I was jealous. This time only Mark replied, saying she was sucking Jim’s cock. She was good at it, he said, and he asked if I was still at the party. I told him no, we were home. You’d had too much to drink, and you fell asleep. He said: ‘Photo.’ This time, I did not hesitate and put the phone on the coffee table. I sat on the couch, hiked my skirt up, and parted my legs. I sent the photo. He said I was hot but could do better.

I removed my G-string and did the same shot. My pussy was soaking wet, anyone could see it in the picture too. He said I was hot but could do better. I removed my dress too and sat in the same position in my heels, stockings, and garter belt. I sent the photo. He said I was a sexy married slut, but I could do better. I squeezed my breast and fingered my pussy. I sent the picture. His reply was: ‘We want to fuck your married pussy, sexy slut.’ I replied: ‘Yes, please.’

I started to rub my clit, I so wanted to cum, I needed to cum. My body craved a hard fucking, an orgasm. He said Annie was sucking his cock and Jim fucked her cunt, but it could have been me. When I read it, I saw myself between them with my mind’s eyes. I came hard, my body was trembling and shaking. I bit my lips to stay quiet.

When I calmed down, I texted that they had just made a horny married slut came hard. ‘We had made two horny sluts came hard,’ he replied. In his next message, he said I could do better. I knew what he wanted, but I said goodnight and slipped beside you.”

I pulled her fully on top of my thighs, making her straddle me, and I kissed her passionately. My fingers found her naked pussy under my shirt, and I rolled her clit for a while. She moaned in our kiss. I slid a finger inside her, finger-fucking her drenched cunt. Her body started to tremble, and I knew she was close. I denied her orgasm by pulling antalya escort my hand away from her pussy.

“Get up and take your shirt off, then help me out of my clothes,” I said.

She did as I told her, then knelt between my legs and grabbed my balls, taking my cock into her mouth. She sucked me hard, her head was bobbing up and down on my hard phallus. She brought me close to an orgasm but pulled her lips off, denying me one too.

Instead, she straddled me and looked into my eyes. I grabbed my cock and rubbed it on her pussy, splitting her folds. She moaned and lifted herself higher. Her folds were rubbing on the tip of my cock, she moved back and forth, her hands on my shoulders, her eyes on mine.

“Do you want me to be a slut for you?” She asked.

“Yes, I do,” I whispered.

“Do you want the guys to fuck my married pussy?”

“Yes, I do.”

“To spitroast your wife?”

“Yes, I do,” I groaned.

“Fuck me, you cuck, fuck your slut hotwife.”

And with that, she lowered herself onto my cock pressing her lips against mine as her tongue entered my mouth. After a short while, she broke the kiss and rode me, her tits bouncing in front of my eyes. As we got close to our orgasm, she stopped, got off me, and ran out of the room.

“Hey! Where are you going?” I yelled after her.

She did not reply, but when she returned, she got on her hands and knees facing the couch and placed her phone against a cushion. I saw the camera app was on.

“Fuck my cunt, cuck,” she said, wiggling her bum at me.

I knelt behind her, lined up my cock with the entry of her vagina and drove my cock deep into her in one motion. She squealed as my cock opened and stretched her tight fuckhole. She rested her head on the couch. I grabbed her hips and pulled most of my cock from her cunt just to drive it into her fuckhole again and again.

“Fuck your slut wife, give it to me!” she yelled at me.

I grunted with every thrust, fucking her fast and hard, slamming my cock into her. The room was filled with the sounds of our pleasures, the smashing of my groin into her firm, round arse cheeks.

“Yes, fuck my cunt, you cuck! I am so close.”

I slapped her arse, which made her squeal. I did it again and again. Her squealing echoed in the room. I saw her body shake and quiver; she was cumming. Somehow she managed to touch the shutter button on her phone, and I heard the countdown timer then it took a picture. I never saw her cum so hard. I kept fucking her hard and fast, not letting up. Her orgasm just kept rolling on and on. I felt my balls tighten. I drove my cock deep into her belly and unloaded all my juices.

“Yes, fill your bitch,” she yelled at the top of her voice.

When both of us calmed down and my cock started to soften, I pulled it out of her pussy. I helped her up, and we sat on the couch, holding each other tight.

“I love you, Baby,” I said. “Whatever adventure we embark on, I will always love you.”

“I love you too, Babe,” she said, and we softly kissed.

She picked up her phone and brought up the photo she had taken. She was looking into the camera; her eyes were glossed over, her mouth was partially open, and her face glowed with the pleasures of her orgasm as it took over her being completely. There was nothing glamorous about her; she had no makeup, and her hair was tousled and untidy, yet she was so beautiful at that moment, beautiful as only a woman at the pinnacle of her orgasm could be. Her face had the aura of uninhibited pleasure and elation. She was beautiful. She cropped the image down mostly to her face, cropping most of me out, and looked at me.

“Should I?” she asked.

“Yes.”

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Hi everyone, thank you all so much for all the awesome comments on my last story. It makes me happy to see people enjoying my stories and I hope y’all like this short one too. I am always grateful for any feedback and criticism that will help me improve!

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I woke up to a cold breeze as someone opened the tent. Thinking it must have been my tentmate coming back from the toilet, I ignored it, instead just letting myself drift back to the world of dreams. However, before I could fall asleep again, I overheard a female giggle.

I tensed up as my ears strained to hear more. “Are you sure he won’t wake up?” I heard her whisper. I winced. That voice.

“Don’t worry, he’s a heavy sleeper,” my tentmate replied. There was some ruffling, followed by wet smacking sounds. Are they making out? My heart skipped a beat. More soft giggles and moans however confirmed my fears. This late at night, that could only mean one thing. I needed to put a stop to it before things got any worse. Just turn around and pretend to wake up.

However, the thought of entering this situation made me feel queasy. I felt like I was paralyzed. Instead I tried to quickly fall asleep to avoid hearing anymore but I was fully awake now. My heart was beating like crazy. My hands were sweating. There was no escape.

The sounds were getting hectic, telling me that things were getting heated between the two. I almost yelped when a piece of fabric suddenly fell on my head. I couldn’t tell what it was but I knew what it meant.

“I love your tits,” my tentmate groaned quietly, followed by a soft moan from his girl.

Images started popping into my head. Half-naked girl sitting in my tentmate’s lap, her head leaning back as he plays with her boobs. I imagined her face, her lips parted in a quiet moan, her eyes closed. Face of a girl I knew. No! It can’t be her. I forced the images out of my head.

That’s when I noticed the smell coming from the cloth on my head. It was the perfume that has been embedded into my mind ever since the first day I met her. Why her? The voice, the giggles and now the perfume. There was no denying it anymore. Why Beth? Why my best friend? My dream girl?

I knew she was a wild card. Up for all kinds of fun and mischief. A free spirit. But I had never imagined…

I was brought back to reality by the unmistakable sound of a zipper from behind me. My stomach turned when the wet sucking sounds filled the tent. Beth whispered something but her voice was muffled and I couldn’t make out what she said.

Like a flood the images came back to my mind. Pictures of Beth’s gorgeous face, her eyes closed as she sucked a cock in between her lips. Her head was bobbing up and down in his lap as she savoured every last inch.

I bit my lower lip. I knew she wasn’t mine. I just wasn’t her type. We were just friends. However, part of me always wished we afyon escort could be something more. Beth was an amazing woman. The most gorgeous woman I knew. And the thought of her giving a blowjob to someone else, right next to me… It hurt like hell.

And yet… I couldn’t deny the thrill that ran through my body. Everything from her giggles and moans to the images in my head, I felt hornier than ever before. My own dick was rock hard and I had to fight back the urge to touch it.

This strange combination of horror and arousal at the same time, it left me confused. I couldn’t tell if I hated it or loved it. Both?

The slurping sounds from behind me got louder, wetter. She seemed really into it and judging by my tentmate’s groans, she was doing a hell of a good job. It sure does not sound like you just ‘don’t mind’ giving blowjobs as you told me before. You’re loving it right now. I smirked.

“Fuck me,” I heard her gasp all of a sudden. The words echoed through my mind, filling me with dread and excitement at the same time. My mind was racing, trying to figure out what I was really feeling. There was some moving around behind me and I realized I couldn’t handle it anymore.

Keeping my eyes shut, I grumbled and turned around, the cloth on my head sliding down onto the ground.

Anxious silence shrouded the tent.

However, I had no intention of stopping it anymore. I wanted to hear more. I wanted to see more. So I stayed completely still, pretending that I am still fast asleep.

Minutes ticked by and I got worried I might have gone too far and spook them. But then, the silence was finally broken when Beth sharply exhaled.

Cold shivers ran down my spine as the reality of this situation once again dawned on me. She’s going to get fucked now. Right in front of me. However, my mind was now blinded by arousal. I didn’t care how much it hurt anymore. I needed to see it through to the end.

I didn’t dare to open my eyes. Not yet. So, I just listened to the almost inaudible gasps escaping Beth’s lips as my tentmate slowly thrust into her. Imagining her face, contorted in pleasure she was receiving right now, made my dick twitch. Thoughtlessly, I slipped my hand into my boxers.

From time to time their heavy breathing would be cut and instead replaced by wet kissing sounds. Their movements stayed slow and gentle for quite a while. Probably trying their best not to wake me. But eventually, they started to speed up. Beth’s moans became more frequent and louder. One especially erotic cry made me bite my lower lip to stop myself from moaning too.

Afterwards, her sounds muffled down. In my head, Beth was now clutching her hand over her mouth, trying her best to keep herself hushed as the intense feeling started taking over her body. For a while, the sound of his cock ramming into her wet pussy became the most audible.

“Oh aydın escort my… gaaawd,” I heard her utter. Unable to resist anymore, I slowly opened my eyes. The only light being some lamppost somewhere outside, the tent was very dark. It was hard to make out anything. But I could clearly see their silhouette barely 3 feet in front of me.

Even though I’ve been listening in for a while already, it was still hard to believe what I was seeing now. It was hard to tell exactly but I was sure I saw Beth lying with her back on the ground with my tentmate right on top of her.

“Fuck yesss,” Beth cried out, this time unrestrained. I could tell both of her hands were now gripping her partner. I watched her long perfect legs lift into the air and then wrap around his hips. He was fucking her in a faster but steady rhythm now.

“Give it… to me… Harder,” Beth said between her gasps.

I saw my tentmate’s silhouette raise, changing his grip on her. His hands on her shoulders, he started thrusting harder.

“Yesss… Just like… that,” Beth quickly rewarded him with erotic cries. And I was rewarded with the silhouette of her round breasts bouncing up and down into the rhythm of their coupling. However, one of my tentmate’s hands moved from her shoulders, grabbing her boobs instead and so ruining my view.

At this point, I was sure they completely forgot about me, as they let go of all inhibitions. Or did they want me to hear?

“I am close,” she suddenly uttered loudly, further confirming her loss of control, “I am going to cooome,” her breath was fast and irregular.

“Come for me, baby,” my tentmate replied.

Beth let out a loud scream of pleasure. My tentmate toppled on top of her, his lips meeting hers as he changed his pace, his thrusts now slow and deep.

My eyes were wide as I watched my best friend, my dream girl come underneath another man, the sight pushing me over the edge.

Things calmed down for a while. Their coupling stayed slow and intimate. Staying in a tender embrace, locked in a passionate kiss. But it wasn’t over yet. “Your turn,” Beth giggled.

Sudden rapid movement made me quickly close my eyes. I heard a soft thud right next to me and I felt something gently nudge my leg. I almost yelped at the sudden contact but I managed to stay quiet. I could tell they were now right next to me.

“You just stay there and enjoy the ride,” Beth said quietly. Above me? Whatever nudged me previously now started slowly moving. Soft moans once again started filling the tent but this time they were coming from above me.

She’s riding him. It finally clicked. I was way too afraid to open my eyes again but I was sure Beth was now on top. Is that her leg nudging me then? Thrill ran through me at the thought.

Being blind once again, images started popping into my head. Beth’s tits bouncing up and down ağrı escort as she drove my tentmate’s cock into her tight pussy.

“I can tell you’re close,” Beth purred. She was so close now, it sounded almost like she’s talking to me. “Come inside of me,” she said breathlessly.

I could tell her pace was quickening by her leg nudging me more and more. “Oh yesss, baby,” she cried out. “Fill my cunt with your cum.” I could not believe the things I was hearing. I never imagined she would be willing to say something so dirty. It made her even sexier.

I couldn’t help it anymore and slightly opened my eye. Right in front of me laid my tentmate, thankfully his eyes fully concentrated on Beth who was, as I assumed, on top of him. Her head was leaning back. “So gooood,” she gasped.

Her head moved and I quickly shut my eyes again. I heard some movement again and noticed Beth’s leg disappeared. Taking a quick peak, I saw they moved away from me, with Beth on all fours now and my tentmate taking her from behind. His hands were gripping onto her hips tightly as he thrust into her roughly.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” her surprised scream of pleasure echoed through the tent and probably even beyond. My tentmate let out a loud groan of his own and his hips suddenly jerked, ramming his cock all the way in. He just came inside of… Inside of Beth. Giving her last few thrusts, he pulled out and collapsed next to her. Beth quickly joined him on the ground.

For a while, their heavy breathing was the only sound filling the tent. As I calmed down and my arousal slowly dissipated, I started feeling sick. I couldn’t believe what just happened. Part of me was blaming Beth for doing this to me even tho I knew it wasn’t her fault. I should have stepped in and stopped it. I am such a coward.

“That was amazing,” Beth whispered. I felt like my heart was being squeezed. Why does it hurt so much? Should I be happy for my friend?

“It sure was. We should do this again sometime,” my tentmate replied.

God, please not again.

“Yeah,” Beth squeezed my heart even harder.

“Not here though. I am shocked he did not wake up to your screams to be honest.”

“True,” she giggled. “I should go now,” I heard some rummaging around and then Beth uttered the words I was afraid of, “Where’s my shirt?”

So it’s a shirt. Well, it’s right here under my head. What if she notices I am awake when she finds it?

“I dunno, you were the one throwing it.”

“I can’t find it.”

“Just leave it then, I’ll find it in the morning.”

“And go out topless?”

Sounds like a great idea to me.

“It’s late, no one will see you.”

“No, I don’t want him to find it here.”

“Okay, I’ll get my phone.”

“Wait, the light might wake him,” I could hear her voice right above me now.

“I’ll just use the screen light, it’s fine,” I could feel the light turn on through my eyelids.

“Fuck, he’s lying on it,” Beth cursed. There was silence for a while and I wondered if she decided to leave it be. But then I felt her soft hand on my forehead. Suddenly strong urge flooded my mind. And as she gently lifted my head, I opened my eyes.

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Shortly after my separation from my wife, I moved into an apartment on Chicago’s south side. It was on the second floor and faced a remote vacant lot area. The area was surrounded by trees, making it an ideal place for people to hang out, or on this occasion a guy to wax his car. I rarely pulled my drapes across the expanse of window, because you could not see into my living room, from the ground floor that is unless someone stood in the window.

That brings me to my girlfriend, Dale. She often came over in the evening and brought a bottle of wine and some snack items. Dale was in her twenties and pretty daring in the sex department. She had the most beautiful long black hair, the face of a model, great breasts (that no man could complain about), but she had the most fantastic ass, complemented by killer legs and thighs that ever graced a woman (at least that I had ever experienced). Four great attributes all in one, I was in heaven, finding a woman like this, so shortly after leaving my wife, who by the way lacked in being the least adventurous.

On this particular evening, Dale was in a playful mood, teasing me by rubbing he ass up against me and unsnapping a snap here and there on the side of her denim mini. She would bring about a spontaneous erection and move away, leaving me standing there like an idiot. At one point, she unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang open, exposing her perky tits. When I reached out, she eluded me, by running around the living room past the window. At one point, Dale had her back to the window, she turned toward the open drapes, and so I couldn’t get my open hands on her tits. She laughed adana escort and spun back around, telling me that there was a guy waxing his car, in the vacant lot. He had evidently looked right up at her. Jokingly, I asked if he saw her perky boobs and she smiled and said, “probably!” I said that he probably got his thrill for the day. Dale and I eased back to the window and the guy was bending over waxing the front quarter panel of his car. I told Dale that he probably hadn’t seen anything. As Dale stood in the window, she intentionally let her blouse hang open, just enough to be noticeable. I moved back to the side of the drape. A certain thrill and excitement went through my body, ending in my loins. Imagine, some other man goggling my gorgeous girlfriend and lusting after her, even if it was from a distance away.

This time, sure enough, the guy looked up from his wax job and there could be no mistake, he was taking the view all in. Occasionally, he would take a swipe with the rag, I guess to not appear too obvious in his voyeurism. Dale moved away from the window with a look on her face that I had never seen before. It was as if she had gotten away with a major crime. Before, I could say anything, even to let her know of my approval and exhilaration, Dale had taken her top off and leaned into the window, in full view of the guy in the lot. The guy stood there, motionless, I could see from my vantage point, with his mouth open. I actually think I could see his erection from the second floor. Dale was more excited than I had ever seen before. I don’t think she even realized that she had ankara escort been rubbing her pussy, under the mini, as she watched the guy’s reactions.

Then to my shock and utter amazement, Dale, said that she wanted to invite this stranger up and tease him “up close and personal”. I advised her of the danger of such a plan. We finally agreed that we could let her have her fun with the night chain in place on the front hallway door. So Dale returned to the window, opened the swingout, and with her boobs hanging over the window ledge, invited the guy up, giving him my apartment number. I hid behind the front door and Dale opened it with the night chain in place, as promised. It allowed about four inches of access to whatever would happen. The guy introduced himself as Mark, through the slit in the doorway, stating he was married, but could not pass up an opportunity like this one. Dale had buttoned her blouse, while we awaited Mark’s arrival, but was soon unbuttoning it, once again so seductively as they talked through the opening. I also noticed that Dale had managed to turn the mini so that the snaps faced the door and the horny Mark. After, only minutes of idle conversation, Mark was massaging her pussy under the unsnapped mini and in turn, Dale was stroking his dick. For a guy of his slight stature, he had a massive member. Pretty soon, they were trying to get Mark’s dick into Dale’s pussy, through this small door opening. The result was the two slamming up against either side of the door, making a banging sound in the hallway causing echoes that I thought would surely bring out the neighbors.

Dale adıyaman escort asked Mark to excuse her for a second. She closed the door and looking straight into my eyes whispered that she wanted to fuck him, right then. She suggested that I could watch from the bedroom that adjoined the living room in my small abode. Before, I could get situated in a good vantage point, Dale, flung open the door. With the other hand she ripped the mini off and there she stood, completely naked. Mark came into the room, giant dick in hand and in seconds, with no conversation, that dick was in her pussy. They were so engrossed with each other that I snuck into the room and managed to turn on a night-light and get back to my position by the bedroom door. They fucked on my leather couch, which probably became uncomfortable after a bit, with the sweat that poured off either. When his dick popped out, she would guide it greedily back in and they resumed fucking like two animals. This was not the Dale, I knew! They moved to the floor and afterward stood up and moved to the wall. It was here, that Dale backed that fantastic ass into his awaiting dick. I believe she intentionally positioned herself so that I could take advantage of a clear view. He pounded her ass for what seemed like forever, as I realized that I had practically rubbed my own dick raw, watching the whole affair. They finally ended and they stood in the doorway and kissed for what seemed like another eternity.

When Mark finally left, Dale had a smile carved into her face. Without saying a word, she slipped my sore and overworked cock into her ass. Only this time, it slipped in with no resistance like never before. We duplicated the wall position, only I did not have the duration of our boy Mark. Unfortunately, we never did anything a fraction as adventuresome in our relationship, but what I wouldn’t have given to own a camcorder back then.

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This story starts where my story “On Display” stopped. I recommend that you read “On Display” first.

This story is a work of fiction. Some real institutions are mentioned, but they are used fictitiously. Insofar as the author knows, no real person affiliated with any of those institutions has ever behaved as described in this story. Any similarities between any character in this story and any real person are coincidental and unintended. I encourage comments on this story, both favorable and unfavorable. Thank you for reading.

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Patti did not get pregnant. Part of me was disappointed. A pregnancy seemed like it might offer the opportunity of a permanent relationship with Patti, which seemed very desirable.

Pregnancy was not the biggest risk Patti and I took having unprotected sex together. Objectively, it was extremely poor judgment. Yet, as the financial types tell us, you must take greater risk to earn greater return. That is what happened with us. I think Patti probably explained it best in a conversation she and I had later:

“I told you about Jevon,” Patti said. “After Jevon, I was convinced that my bad judgments about men could, literally, be the death of me. Yeah, I liked you, liked your body, and wanted to fuck you. For me, those were all red flags. Belinda sort of shamed me into taking my clothes off and posing. You were so non-threatening. I took the initiative to have sex. You didn’t say, ‘hey, I don’t have a rubber.’ You just trusted me and went with it. That you trusted me so completely was exactly what I needed to trust you.”

We went to Belinda’s place in Athens the next week to see the photos. Belinda had separated her pictures into two groups: the ones she thought she could show and sell, and the ones which were too explicit. Belinda had taken some very explicit pictures of Patti and me fondling each other and fucking. Belinda showed us those pictures first. Patti’s comment was, “Will, we look pretty good together.” You can’t imagine how good that comment made me feel.

The other group of pictures included Patti and me nude in the tree. There were some in which Patti and I were fucking but Belinda’s use of angles and light made the sex implicit rather than explicit. “I talked to a gallery in Columbus,” Belinda said. “They’re willing to give me a show including these pictures. I won’t use them unless you agree, but, without your nudes, I don’t get the show. I’ll send you the files of all the pictures and give you prints, if you like, of the one’s that are too explicit to show.” Patti and I were fine with any of our pictures going into Belinda’s show.

The show was at a gallery on the north side of Columbus on a Saturday afternoon in October. In addition to our nudes, the show included some of Belinda’s other work and was well attended. The way some people looked at us, I’m sure they realized that the black woman in the red dress and the older man beside her were the models for the nudes. No one said anything to us. It would have been interesting if someone had.

Patti and I posed for Belinda several more times. As the weather got cooler, we had to stay indoors. Belinda found some interesting venues (e.g., an empty high school gym). Her pictures were just short of what Belinda felt the gallery would reject as “pornographic.” Patti and I had fun.

Patti’s lease on her apartment ran through the following summer. Nonetheless, she spent more and more time as my house as fall turned into winter. Patti and I continued to lift together three times a week, although we started doing our workouts nude. We were, usually, disciplined enough to finish the major lifts before we started fucking.

The weather got consistently warm the following May. Patti came from work one evening, stripped off her uniform, and put on running shoes. “We need more aerobic work,” she said, “get your shoes on.” I stayed nude all the time around the house. I guess I gave Patti a quizzical look because she said, “haven’t you ever run nude?” I shook my head. Patti smiled. “I haven’t either so it will be a new experience for both of us.”

I put on running shoes and followed Patti outside. Once off the deck, Patti set out at a moderate pace, which she increased as we warmed up. Patti knew the woods and found paths on which we could run. Running in the woods was different from the running I’d done on paved surfaces. We had to be much more conscious of where we put our feet, especially since neither of us wore anything to protect our skin if we fell.

We were both sweating when Patti finally stopped in a glade. “That’s about three miles,” she said. The perspiration on her dark skin looked, well, arousing. Not having clothes available was exciting. Patti came close. “Did I mention that I like it when you’re sweaty?” she asked. She began running a hand along the top of my dick. As I got hard, she wrapped her hand around me and continued stroking. Suddenly, she giggled, pulled her hand back, and started running towards home. Over bursa escort her shoulder, she said, “I want to see how well you run with a hard on.”

Following Patti’s bare ass was ample incentive for me to keep up. We’d gone about a mile when Patti stopped in front of me and bent over. I kept running until I was right behind her. She stayed bent over and the sight reinvigorated my hard on. I came up behand her and slid in. “I’m glad you can take a hint,” Patti said. We were in a place where the trees were much thinner. “There’s a hiking trail just to our right,” Patti said as I fucked her. “Wouldn’t it be great if someone sees us?”

As Patti became more aroused, I had to wrap my arms around her to hold her up. I was basically fucking her doggy-style, except we were standing. That changed the angle enough, I guess, that it felt different from our horizontal intercourse. The difference didn’t keep either of us from coming. After we’d kissed and caught our breath, Patti gave me a look of mock disgust. “Damn,” she said, “now I have to carry those ounces of your cum for the rest of the run.” It didn’t seem to slow her.

A week or so later, Belinda called Patti. Belinda had a friend who was a yoga instructor in Athens. The university had just finished second semester and most of the students were gone. To generate some business, Belinda’s friend was going to give nude yoga classes two nights a week. Belinda thought we might be interested.

Patti was interested, but I had never done yoga. Patti called the instructor, Gretchen, to see if neophytes were welcome. When Gretchen told Patti that people new to yoga were welcome, that sealed the deal. We were going to make the hour and a half roundtrip to Athens twice a week to do yoga with no clothes on.

I wasn’t sure what to expect from a nude yoga class. Gretchen was a very slender, rather plain, woman about my age. There were six other people in the class, five women who all appeared to be in their twenties, summer students I assumed, and a boyfriend whom, I think, had been shamed into coming. I unwrapped my new mat and put it on the floor at the back of the room next to Patti’s. There was some giggling as everyone undressed.

Young women with no clothes on are invariably attractive. However, none of the girls in the class compared to Patti, nude or clothed, except one. This woman was shorter than Patti or me. She had jet black hair to just below her shoulders and a skin tone that suggested Central or South America. She had a gorgeous face with prominent cheekbones, huge eyes, and a ready smile that formed between two exquisite lips. She seemed perfectly comfortable undressing with strangers. I could understand why: her breasts, although somewhat large, were firm and she had a perfectly shaped tight ass. I was more than happy to watch her, when I wasn’t preoccupied trying not to fall into Patti.

Nude yoga was better than I had expected. By the end of the hour class, everyone seemed comfortable being nude around each other, except the boyfriend. On the drive home, Patti commented, “the girl who looks Latina is certainly a rare beauty, isn’t she?” I had to be careful not to agree too enthusiastically but I also couldn’t feign indifference. Patti’s BS meter is remarkably effective.

After the second class, Gretchen suggested that we all have a drink at a bar a few doors away to build “camaraderie.” All eight of us went. I guess it made sense that, as the only non-whites in the class, Patti and the young beauty would gravitate to each other. The young woman sat next to Patti at the outdoor picnic table where we gathered once we had drinks in hand. The two of them hit it off immediately.

The young woman’s name was Soluna Warren. “Mom was a teacher in Guatemala,” Soluna told us. “She was well-educated by their standards and spoke English. The local government changed. The teachers were fired and replaced with people who were supporters of the new party in power. Mom was desperate for a job and naive. Someone told her there were teaching jobs in America and offered to take her there. Of course, Mom came in illegally. Once she was here, she was told that she owed a lot of money to the people who brought her here. She was put on a crew of farmworkers who went around the country.”

Soluna took a sip of beer before continuing. “Mom’s crew ended up picking berries at a farm in Auglaize County. It was owned by an older couple and managed by their son, Keith. Since Mom was the only person on the crew who spoke English, she was who Keith dealt with. Mom was very beautiful, I’ve seen pictures. She and Keith Warren fell for each other and got married. I was born in Auglaize, well, actually, at a hospital in Troy, and grew up on my grandparents’ farm which Dad inherited.”

That explained Soluna’s name, appearance, and her unaccented Midwestern English. She and Patti kept talking. I sat quietly, enjoying the company of the two most beautiful women I had ever met.

Soluna was a rising senior çanakkale escort at the university. She was taking a summer school class and working at a local grocery. “Frankly,” she said, “summer in Athens is more exciting than being home in Auglaize. You won’t find any nude yoga classes there.” Soluna was taking a dual major in creative writing and Spanish. “You know,” she said, “I never spoke Spanish until I took it in high school. Dad doesn’t speak it so the only language I heard growing up was English.”

We were into our second beers. A few of the others in the class had already left. Patti and Soluna were talking about how they spent their spare time when Patti let slip that she and I had started running nude in the woods.

“Wow,” Soluna said, “that is so cool and an odd coincidence. I ran cross-country in high school. There was a pond right on the edge of our property. Every summer the boys and girls in the area would skinny dip there. Nothing at all sexual, but I’m sure the parents would have freaked out if they’d known. I thought it felt great. One of the girls I skinny dipped with also ran cross-country. We used to talk about how great it would be to run with nothing on. Of course, we couldn’t do that in a meet. But, at the end of our senior year of high school, we started going out on Friday nights to run. We knew some routes through fields where no one would see us. We’d take our clothes off and run in our birthday suits. It was just as great as I’d imagined.”

“You should come down and run with us,” Patti said.

“I’d love to,” Soluna replied. “When are you running again?”

Patti looked at me. I nodded. She told Soluna, “tomorrow evening, around 6:15 – 6:30.”

“May I join you?” Soluna asked.

“Of course,” Patti replied.

It was about 6:30 the next night when we heard a car with a bad muffler coming up the track to the house. A few moments later, there was a knock on the door. Patti and I were already undressed to run. I opened the door. Soluna, looking incredible in a tee shirt and jeans, stepped inside with a pair of running shoes in her hand. She looked at me, then at Patti. “I love your running outfits. You guys really have privacy out here.”

Soluna sat down in a chair in the foyer and took off her shoes. She peeled off her tee shirt. She wore nothing underneath. She stood, unzipped her jeans, and pushed then down. Again, she wore nothing under her outer clothes. As Soluna stepped out of her jeans, she said, “I didn’t see the point of putting on underwear since I was coming here to get naked.” She sat again, put on her running shoes, then stood. Holding her arms out, she asked, “What do you think of my running outfit?”

“Sensational,” Patti said, which seemed an understatement to me.

Soluna looked at me. “What do you think Will?” she asked.

I had to be careful. I didn’t want to say anything that would suggest to Patti that she might have competition. She didn’t. I also didn’t want to discourage Soluna from going nude around us. “You look beautiful,” I said.

“Thank you,” Soluna said. “If you haven’t noticed, I like people looking at me when I’m nude.” Soluna smiled.

Patti took the lead because she knew best where to run. Much of the way, we had to run single file. I let Soluna go ahead, honestly, to watch her gorgeous ass. She looked over her shoulder at me often. When the trail permitted, she slowed so we ran side-by-side. The run was much less demanding for her than it was for me.

Patti led us to the same glade she and I had run to on our first nude run. As I stood catching my breath, Soluna was walking around. “I haven’t gotten outside Athens as much as I should,” she said. “This place is beautiful. It would be almost sacrilegious to wear clothes here.”

“More and more,” Patti said, “I wish I could go without clothes everywhere.”

“I’m with you on that,” Soluna replied. She looked at me. “This is the first time I’ve run with a naked guy. It is kind of interesting to watch him bounce around.”

“You like looking at my boyfriend’s dick?” Patti asked.

“I do,” Soluna answered.

“I do too,” Patti said. The two women smiled at each other. It was one of those smiles that communicated something which we men don’t understand.

After our run, Soluna used our outdoor shower. We invited her to stay for dinner, but she declined. She said she had a paper due Monday that she needed to finish. It was Friday night. I expected someone was waiting for her in Athens. Given Soluna’s attractive personality and incredible physical beauty, it seemed impossible that there wasn’t.

Soluna gave the first example of her disconcerting ability to know what I’m thinking. “It really is a paper, Will,” Soluna said. “I don’t have a boyfriend. Maybe I’ll explain why not next time we get together. When are we running again?”

“Sunday?” Patti asked.

“I can do that,” Soluna said with a smile.

After Soluna left, Patti said, “I really like her.” Patti paused. “No çankırı escort bullshit, Will. You think she’s hot too. That’s ok.”

The three of us ran naked that Sunday afternoon. Patti got daring and led us along a road for about a half mile. One car passed us. It honked but didn’t stop.

When we were back at the house, we let Soluna use the outdoor shower first. She was in for about two minutes when she turned, looked at Patti, and said “join me?” Patti got under the shower with Soluna. At first, Soluna was just washing Patti’s back. Then, Soluna’s hands moved to Patti’s ass. After a few moments, Patti turned to face Soluna. The women kissed. Each soon had a hand between the other woman’s thighs. It was incredibly hot watching Patti and Soluna finger-fuck each other to orgasms.

After they had come and then kissed some more, Soluna turned to look at me. I was sitting in a patio chair with a raging hard on. To Patti, Soluna said, “Will looks lonely.”

“We can fix that,” Patti replied. They stepped out of the shower and made a show of toweling each other off, which did nothing to reduce my erection. The two women walked over to where I was sitting.

When Patti and Soluna were so close they were almost touching my knees, Soluna asked Patti, “do you share?”

Patti smiled and said, “I will with you.”

Both women knelt and leaned over my lap. Patti started licking up the right side of my dick while Soluna licked the left. They did that several times before Patti said, “I’ll bet he’s close.” Patti bent down and took my balls in her mouth. Soluna leaned over her, pressing her magnificent breasts into Patti’s back, and put her sensuous lips around my dickhead. With Patti’s tongue on my balls and Soluna’s on my dick, it wasn’t long before I shot forcefully into Saluna’s mouth. Patti let go of my balls and said, “he came.”

Soluna made a show of swallowing before she smiled and said, “yes, he did.”

Patti explained, “what we did in the shower was spontaneous, but we didn’t want you to feel left out Will.” In truth, I felt rather good just then.

Soluna agreed to stay for dinner. We didn’t bother getting dressed. I fired the grill while Patti threw together a salad. Once dinner was on the outside table, Soluna quipped, “you guys eat better than I do.”

The three of us managed to go through a bottle of wine over dinner. After we had cleaned up and opened a second bottle, Patti asked, “so, Soluna, what’s this about you not having a boyfriend? That doesn’t seem right.”

Soluna thought for a moment before she answered, “I think you two are going to be special friends, so I’ll be candid. When I was in high school, I was getting it on regularly with my cross-country coach. He was about twenty years older than me, but single. We both knew that the coach/athlete thing was illegal as hell so we kept it quiet. You may think Jerry was taking advantage of me, but I got as much or more out of the relationship than I gave. He taught me a lot, and not just about sex. Anyway, that ruined me for guys my own age. They just seem so immature and awkward. Maybe I’d have felt that way even without Jerry. Mom says I have ‘an old soul.'”

Patti glanced at me. “So, you like older men?” she asked Soluna.

“Very much,” Soluna answered, also looking at me. Soluna, I knew, had turned 21 about a month ago. I was literally twice her age. I was also eleven years older than Patti.

“I do too,” Patti said to Soluna. They shared another one of those smiles that said something I didn’t get.

Soluna’s grocery shift started at 7:00 a.m. he next morning, and she had to drive back to Athens. Patti was usually at work by 6:30. Soluna stayed the night that night. We went to bed early. However, it was a while before we got to sleep. Patti rode me while Soluna sat on my face and let me eat her. She tasted nice. Astonishingly, we all came at about the same time.

Patti and Soluna showered together again early the next morning. I fixed both women coffee in travel cups. I got two kisses on the lips in thanks. I felt lonely after Patti and Soluna left for work. I dragged my naked body back to bed.

Between our runs and yoga class, Patti and I saw Saluna almost daily. During most of that time, none us had a stitch on. Belinda had been nice enough to frame a couple of the prints she had of Patti and me very obviously fucking. I had hung them in the house the Monday after Soluna stayed over. She saw the pictures when she came for our next run.

“You two posed for these?” Soluna asked. “That is so cool!” Patti told Soluna about our work with Belinda. Very soon, the three of us were posing nude for Belinda on Sunday mornings. The poses usually included some sex, either Patti and me or Patti and Soluna. Soluna would come home with us. In the afternoon, Soluna, Patti, and I would take a nude run. Soluna would stay for dinner, and usually stay the night.

I had never been happier. I should have known it couldn’t last. Things started going sour when the head of the forest where Patti worked announced his retirement. His deputy was immediately promoted. Patti was next in line and should have been promoted to the deputy position. That would have meant more authority and a pay raise. No announcement came.

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