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Suddenly, Meg started screaming and pointing down into the water. “A SHARK! A shark is circling me, help! HELP!” I saw a large shape swim toward then away from her. She tried to suppress her screams as she treaded water. When the creature surfaced next to the boat, I saw that it wasn’t a shark, just a playful manatee. When it headed for Meg again, my devious mind kicked in. Suppressing a smirk, I figured I could later toss the blame for my joke on the date – national pranking day, April Fool!

“Meg! I think your neon pink suit is attracting it like flags attract bulls. Lose the suit now! Take it off and let it drop. Hurry!” I shouted. Sue stared silently at me, just a bit concerned with losing her lent swimsuit. Meg froze, open mouthed. It seemed to make sense to her feeble mind. She protested that she’d be naked and didn’t have other clothes and God wouldn’t approve.

How did we get to this point with a bible thumping prude? About two months ago, sexy, beautiful, guileless Meg broke up with her sixth boyfriend in six months. She was crushed by the string of relationship failures and had lost all confidence in herself and fickle men. Sue and I were concerned about her depression and invited her to stay over a few days. Those days crimped our lax and skimpy dress code and feckless sex everywhere. It only got worse with each passing week. When Sue had enough constraints on her essential freedoms, she roped me into not so subtly making Meg want to leave. If only . . .!

Two months ago:

Her third grade smarts and eternal brainless questions quickly ran the gamut from ingratiating to irritating, despite her incandescent beauty. Her last six boyfriends didn’t have the patience she commands. Her infantile modesty kept her in flannel PJs with us and them, if she ever got that far. Sue was determined to change that and I was happy to reap the benefits. At 5’6″ and 125 lbs., her 34Dx24x36 frame was a tight fit for her eight-year-old flannels. When Sue pointed out they were getting threadbare at her nipples, ass and knees, Meg added a robe to cover up. Tant pis! Lucky for us, Sue didn’t mention the well-worn acre that Meg’s bush wore away. We both enjoyed the peeks we got when Meg relaxed her hated robe.

Instead of pushing her limits, we continued to make her jaded at her current exposures. Sue began more frequent and intense displays of affection when Meg was nearby. Her kisses were more soulful, sultry and inspirational. Her hands wandered more freely, manipulated my swelling dick over and inside my slacks. I took the hint and let Meg see my over-shirt nipple stretches and my openly cupping Sue’s pussy in shorts, slacks and even just panties. It took Meg two weeks to stay in the room when we began mutual fondling. When she did, she sat in a nearby chair and slyly watched us. A blanket covered our further foreplay. She saw the energetic ‘bumps’ in the blanket when Sue released and pumped my dick or I pulsed her pussy deeply.

Yesterday, March 31:

Sue wanted some time away from Meg for unrestricted sex, so ‘we’ decided to rent a Key West sailboat for a day. Problem solved! Right?! We were not clear when we told Meg that we’d rented a sailboat, so sexy, beautiful cousin Meg invited herself on our private outing into the Gulf. Sue and I had hoped for just a LITTLE isolated time to skinny bodrum escort bayan dip, yet within sight of the coast of course. Sue loves to be fully seen if she has some deniablility, and is easily ‘convinced’ by dares or ‘accidents’ though she knows better. You’d think another beautiful body could only help, right? So where’s the problem? Well, gorgeous Meg is still a bible thumping conservative with mid double digit IQ. She is as gullible as she is beautiful and wasn’t aware she was infringing on our special time.

Meg didn’t have a swimsuit and wanted to shop for an ultra conservative one. She asked Sue where she could get a one piece with a crew neck and tennis length skirt. My playful wife smirked when she told me she could discourage Meg easily by offering one of her most outrageous and smallest bikinis. “Why buy a new suit for a day when you can just borrow one of mine?” Meg gasped when Sue offered her a choice of similar thong suits in neon pink or nude with translucent panels.

After a minute of extreme eyeball gymnastics and gasping, Meg surprised us by grudgingly selecting the neon suit. She accepted it and said she’d just keep a skirt or towel on so her bare, pale buttocks were safe. If she put on the suit, she’d be showing us and strangers more skin than we’ve seen in two months. Fortunately, or maybe not, though the cups were much too big for Sue’s tiny tits, they would still not contain Meg’s very full D-cups. I can’t wait to see her dive into the cold water!

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Today, April 1:

We packed a cooler with ice, beers and sodas and lunch meats. Besides light jackets and large towels, we didn’t pack any clothes and ‘accidentally’ forgot Meg’s rucksack full of her conservative safety clothes. Meg wore her jacket and sweat pants over the tiny suit Sue lent her, so we didn’t see any skin yet. Sue wore her jacket, but nothing over her thong bottoms. As she scurried around and bent over, she made sure her bare cheeks were aimed at Meg.

We left at dawn and found our boat ready and waiting. Though it was already hot when we cleared the dock, Meg was still in her light jacket and sweats while Sue was catching rays face up. Within minutes of leaving the dock, Sue took off her top. Horrified, Meg closely watched her sunlit tiny tits gyrate with the rocking. After getting just a few hundred feet offshore from a public beach, I dropped anchor. Sue stood up, topless, and faced the beach. From the rear, Meg would have sworn she was completely naked and teasing the small beach crowd. Sue abruptly dived into the gulf and swam closer to the beach. Meg was aghast.

I stripped to my Speedo and let Meg watch my obviously swelling shaft as I stowed my jacket. I suggested she take a swim too, but she said she was too embarrassed to expose the tiny suit. I teased her and pantsed her before tickling her to get her jacket off. Her bright, bare, pale ass glared in the sun. As she wiggled and squirmed, I got the jacket off and managed to slyly caress her full, soft tits then began to release her top. “Sue’s already topless, don’t you want an even tan for a change?”

But she pulled quickly out of the jacket and resisted. Her nipples were still covered, but her big, pale tits moved temptingly as they were tossed around. “OK! OK! bodrum otele gelen escort I’ll di-dive in! Let me dive in. Those people can’t see me so . . . “

Looking thru my binoculars, “Yes, you’re right. Except for that group with the telescope, they can’t see your beautiful body.” She quickly dove into the gulf! Unfortunately, her top stayed on, but her nipples were visibly and deliciously hardened. While treading water, she watched Sue leap from the water like a dolphin, tits up then ass up. Sue was loving her near naked exposure to everyone.

After circling and teasing Meg for several minutes, Sue charged her and pushed Meg’s top up to her neck, briefly exposing her big, beautiful, voluptuous tits and stiff nipples to us. Meg shrieked loudly and turned heads from the beach. Sue slowly climbed on board, land side, to maximize her ass and perfect nipple exposure to everyone. Far too quickly, Meg covered her pale brown nipples and puckered aureoles.

Sue grabbed a towel and dried her hair, back and legs as she faced the beach and Meg. Meg was bugeyed; Sue loved the exposure. When Meg looked up into Sue’s eyes, Sue hooked her bikini bottom and pushed it to her feet. Meg shrieked again, yet stared at my completely naked wife on the deck. She was fascinated with Sue’s Titian curls, her hand frozen on her mouth. Sue ran a towel between her legs to keep her attention focused there. She took her time drying her groin before lying on her towel face up and fully naked. Meg was conflicted about coming on board again and exposing so much of her bare skin to me and the curious crowds.

Suddenly, Meg started screaming and pointing down into the water. “A SHARK! A shark is circling me, help! HELP!” I saw a large shape swim toward then away from her. She tried to suppress her screams as she treaded water. The creature surfaced next to the boat. It wasn’t a shark, just a playful manatee. When it headed for Meg again, my devious mind kicked in. Suppressing a smirk, I figured I could toss the blame for my joke on the date – national pranking day, April Fool – and finally get her naked for us and publically.

“Meg! I think your neon pink suit is attracting it like flags attract bulls. Lose the suit now! Take it off and let it drop. Hurry!” Sue stared silently at me, just a bit concerned with losing her lent swimsuit. Meg froze, open mouthed. It seemed to make sense to her feeble mind. She protested that she’d be naked and didn’t have other clothes and God wouldn’t approve.

“You have to choose . . . be naked or be shark food. A shark that big can bite you in half then, as you bleed out and chum the waters, wait a bit before coming back for the rest of you. HURRY!” She looked around and made her decision as the creature approached her again. Her bright top fell away and I could see it drift lower.

Just as it disappeared, the bloated creature snagged it on its nose and shot to the surface. It playfully flipped it to Meg who screeched and tossed it away. “Get the bottoms off quick!” I shouted. Having found a bright toy and a playmate, the playful fish chased the neon top and Meg dropped her bottoms. The manatee returned with her top and swam between her and the boat. It again flipped the pink top at her and she again screamed and tossed it away. I’m sure the manatee was gümbet escort happy to play, Meg, not so much.

All the screaming caught the attention of the beach crowd, but when they heard Meg scream ‘SHARK’, they stayed on land and watched. They couldn’t tell what the large creature was, but I’m sure they enjoyed my naked wife looking on from the rail.

The creature flipped the pink top high in the air and it caught midway on the mast. Meg’s wonderful tits bobbed out of the water several times, but when the manatee accelerated within a foot of poor Meg, she kicked out of the water to her hips then rolled backwards. Her frantic, splayed leg kicks allowed us a full view of her thick, dark pubes and how unctuously they clung to her visibly swollen labia.

As I drooled over the fresh pussy and imagined my tongue in it, my cock pushed my red Speedo away and low enough to expose my dark pubes to Meg. I made a point of pointing to my drooping suit, “Maybe it sees my red suit and is attracted to it. Let’s check.” I quickly stepped out of my suit and let my stiff cock point at Meg and swing chaotically for her enjoyment, and mine. She gulped visibly, fixated on my cock, and ignored the manatee. As I tossed my suit aside and bounced my cock, the creature came back and tossed the bright pink bikini bottom onto Meg’s head.

Watching her fascinating tits float and bob made it easy to ignore her screeches. Meg tossed the bikini bottoms away again and yes, our friend dove after them and flipped them onto the deck. He circled Meg faster and faster then leapt from the water before landing in a huge belly flop that swamped Meg and rocked the boat. He swam toward shore and Meg decided to make a dash for the boat. Totally ignoring her complete nudity, she climbed the ladder recklessly. The glare off her pale, sexy body was brilliant and irresistible. Sue watched with a wide grin as I reached out and pulled Meg against my steeled shaft.

Our naked houseguest clung nervously to me, shaking her fabulous tits against me, her legs against my bare, stiff cock. Sue hugged us both but soon stroked Meg’s bare ass, claiming to warm it. Meg didn’t resist Sue’s warm groin against her bare ass and even allowed me to cup her tits. She stared into the clear water and was still terrified of the friendly beast. My hand dared to grip a hip and slide between us until it felt the furry comfort of her damp pubes and steamy slit. Once I slid a finger into her pussy and circled her clit with my thumb, she groaned and suddenly shuddered in a full body orgasm. “Oh! What happened? Did I just . . .?”

I held my flickering finger still deep inside her, “Um, Yes, I’d say you climaxed fairly hard. My wet finger inside your soaked pussy agrees and has found a home I think it will visit often from now on since you survived your ‘lethal’ nudity. There will be more of that at home too – all three of us. Now I think I can tell you . . . That was NOT a shark. It wasn’t a threat and just wanted to play with us – with you. So uh, April Fool!?!” She sighed and tried to hide her satisfied, coy smile against my shoulder.

I was right about the lax attire at home. Once that threshold was crossed . . .

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The that it took for Sage’s class to finally arrive felt like an eternity, and because I had so much time to myself last night, there wasn’t anything for me to do to distract me. Occasionally, I would get up from my desk and stroll around the room to check on the student’s work, as well as attempt to distract myself from the agonizing wait. As I made my rounds, I caught a few students trying to steal glances of my legs and chest now that they were a bit more exposed, but played it off as harmless curiosity considering not much of me was exposed.

Eventually, the bell did ring signaling that Sage would soon be arriving, and I was sure that she would indeed have something devilish in store for me. Just as I had with all the previous classes, I greeted the students at the door, especially Sage, and then got them started on the assignment for the day before taking position behind my desk to await a message from Sage. Within a minute of waiting, the message I had long been awaiting had arrived and I eagerly grabbed my phone to view it.

“I must say slut, you do look very pretty in you dress today, but I am sure we can turn pretty into slutty by day’s end. Let’s start by cutting off another button… how about the new top one, and put with the others once you do.”

I was somewhat expecting that, but none the less it was still a bit of a difficult task. I had to remove another button from the top of my dress, which meant I had to get up and walk to the back to do so. Also, that meant that any sudden movement could possibly leave a breast exposed if I was not careful. Just the thought of it however had me creaming in my seat, and reflexively my hand reached out for the scissors and I stood. Walking to the back of the room, I could feel my legs quiver with nerves and arousal. I scanned the room to be cautious before snipping the button off. Though it opened up the top some, not much more of my chest was exposed than it had been before. I just had to make sure not to lean to far over, or shift to rapidly to either side.

Returning to my desk, I dropped the button into the bottle with the other two, and saw my phone’s notification light blinking to signal I had a message awaiting me. I sat down carefully; taking the time to make sure my chest was adequately covered before reaching out for my phone to read over the new message from my Mistress.

“Cautious choice to remove the button in the back of the room; not what I had in mind, but I will allow it. Now, I am going to ask again, how daring are you willing to get today? Your answer will determine not only today’s outcome, but future days as well.”

Quickly, I read over the message and took a moment to think over what she was asking me. How daring was I willing to get. I answered this the day before, and now have an idea of what exactly it could entail. So with that in mind, I replied back the same as I had previously, and knew truly it was the only way to answer.

“Mistress, I am willing to get as daring as you will push me to get. Anything you ask of me shall be done. Again, I want no limits. I am your slut to use and to enjoy.”

Sending the message off, sent a wave of excitement and arousal throughout my entire body. I couldn’t stop imagining the ways in which Sage would push me to be daring; how far she would be willing to make me go. Nothing else in my mind mattered more than doing as Sage wished. I was drunk on here control, addicted to her power over me. It never occurred to me that it shouldn’t be like that, that I was the elder and person to be thought of in the superior role. For whatever reason, Sage from day one had this hold on me, and I wasn’t able to break even if I wanted to. I sat at my desk nervously bouncing in my chair as I awaited another message from Sage in response to my answer. It finally came, and I almost fumbled my phone in my attempt to pull open the text.

“Just what I thought, cut another button from the bottom, and put it with the rest.”

I expected this message and was prepared to go through with it already. Even though in doing so meant I would only have 4 remaining buttons holding my dress closed, and that the slit in the front of my dress would stop just a few inches away from my uncovered sex, I still was in no way going to back out. My hand shakily reached out for the scissors, and I again snipped off a button from my dress, this time from the relative safety of my desk. With the button detached, I set the sheers down and went about the same routine for dropping it into the water bottle. I watched it sink to the bottom of the container to join its fellow fallen brothers, and to quite possibly await the arrival of those still standing. My phone buzzing drew me back to real life, and I was pleased to see another message from Sage.

“Only 4 remain, but I’m sure we can change that by the end of the day. However for now, let us change directions a bit; in the duffle there is a zipper pocket on the inside. Within the pocket you will find a tube of icy hot. bodrum escort bayan You are to smear a dollop of the icy hot onto your wet cunt, and do so right at your desk. Enjoy Slut.”

The idea of rubbing a medicated ointment into my pussy while sitting in my classroom as it is filled with students was electrifying and insane. Then again it didn’t stop me from immediately bending down to grab the duffle out from under my desk and begin searching for the stowed away item. When I found the pocket, I slowly zipped it open to retrieve the contents within. The tube was a normal travel size bottle of icy hotand not much else.

With my dress now missing some buttons, it was going to make my task just a bit easier. I could shift over on my chair to allow my ass to hang off, while still supporting my weight with half of it on the chair. Slipping the dress open on my legs and tucking it behind me opened up accesses for the task. In position, and making sure no one was looking, I flipped open the cap of the tube to squirt some onto my finger and apply it to my hole. Then I rubbed the some onto fingertips before slowly pressing themagainst my warm sex. I had to really focus on not being obvious or move abnormally as I continued to rub the ointment into my folds. Eventually, I felt as though I had thoroughly rubbed the icy hot in and was able to pull my fingers away.

I readjusted my dress to cover me, and repositioned myself on the chair normally. Feeling the ointment begin to heat up my aroused pussy a shiver ran through my body, and a jolt of excitement shot to my pussy. Then my phone signaled yet another new message from Sage, and another jolt hit my pussy.

“Pretty slick slut; I applaud your quick completion of the task. Now, take a walk around the room with your new wardrobe adjustments and heat source, as if you are checking up on the students. When you get back to your desk, I will have sent you a message indicating what you will do during your lunch period.”

Taking the proper precautions to make sure I was adequately covered by my dress, I stood up and began to take a slow stroll around the room. I noticed that any quick movements caused the lower flaps of my dress to fly open, so I did my best to maintain a consistent speed as to not flash of my goods to the students. The path I chose was around one side of the room like I had earlier when cutting off the button, then cutting down the middle row back to the front before circling around the other side of the room to cut back down the middle to my desk. Overall, the walk took about a minute with no one I could see realizing the adjustments to my dress, but as promised, there was indeed a new message on my phone when I returned.

“I’m sure you are absolutely leaking right now from all of the excitement, and that is why at lunch you will go use the restroom in the teacher’s lounge to wipe yourself down. Inside the restroom, you are to completely unbutton the dress and hang it from the hook on the back of the stall door. You will then insert two fingers into the slutty cunt of yours and wipe them across both of your cheeks on your face. If you have to use the restroom, do so and then get redressed. However, upon buttoning up your dress do not button one of the middle buttons; leave it undone. You will then exit the restroom and the lounge to return to your classroom where you will find further instructions on a piece of paper taped to the bottom of my desk. You should leave yourself at least twenty minutes to complete the second set of instructions, so don’t dilly dally in the bathroom slut.”

Looking up to the clock, I saw that the class was almost over and that my lunch time adventure would soon begin. In my state of dress I was somewhat nervous about walking around the crowded halls, and even more so about having other faculty members see me like I am. I was able to convince myself that the dress covered me appropriately, and that if I was careful no one would be able to tell I was without underwear and with a butt plug lodged inside me. No sudden moves as I made my journey to the restroom and I would be just fine.

Moments later, the bell rang and I was startled some back to real time. I waited for my students to file out, and watched Sage as she did the same before standing up from my desk to make my exit. I strolled out of my classroom with my class keys, and closed the door behind me. Taking one last look down to make sure I was covered still, I move on towards my task, careful not to move to fast and cause my dress to flare open. There were students walking all around me as I journeyed the hall towards the lounge, and I had to really focus to keep at a normal pace.

Eventually, I reached my destination without any incident and once inside the teacher’s lounge I was thankful to see I was the first teacher to have arrived. I quickly darted towards the ladies room to complete my task. Inside there were only two stalls; a normal sized one, and a handicap bitez escort stall; I chose the normal sized one, and began unbuttoning my dress once I entered. With only four buttons to unfasten, I made quick work and quickly had the garment hanging on the coat hook attached to the back of the stall door.

Reaching down with my hand, I slipped two fingers into my warm, juicy box as instructed, and had to really use some self-control to keep from pleasuring myself on the spot. Instead, I did as detailed in Sage’s message and pulled them out to wipe the slimy arousal onto my face. I could smell the aromatic arousal of myself as I slid my coated fingers across both of my cheeks. The scent would be a constant reminder of just how slutty I am, and just how far I am willing to go to serve Sage.

Satisfied that I had completed my task, I used the restroom quickly and then retrieved my dress and began to redress; making sure to intentionally miss buttoning the second button from the top. Doing so allowed the dress to somewhat push open and exposed more skin if I wasn’t careful. I smoothed out the dress, and exited the stall and restroom. In the lounge a few teachers had arrived, but all seemed either to be engaged in conversation with each other, or waiting in line to get there food from the counter. I did say hello to a few of the ones I was friendly with, but did not stop to talk with them as I knew that more awaited me inside my classroom.

Back inside my classroom, I hurried to Sage’s desk and reached under the table top for the next set of instructions. I was able to find them rather easily, but did wonder how she managed to tape this note under here without being noticed. However, I did not want to ponder that curiosity for long, but rather find out what the instructions contained. Unfolding the sheet of paper, and making sure not to tear it, I read the note to myself.

“1. Go stuff the blindfold and ball gag into your snatch, letting the straps of each hang out.

2. You are not to sit for the remainder of the school day.

3. Tape five of the naughty photos of yourself, that don’t entirely show your face, to the bottoms of the desks in the middle row.

4. I will be in to give you further instructions after school.”

So naughty and dangerous, were Sage’s instructions, but looking at the clock I knew it was best not to think and instead just do. I hurried to grab the blindfold and ball gag from my, and then easily slip both into my overly saturated slit. I then retrieved the file containing all of the photos of me, and leafed through them to find five that met the criteria. All five photos where of me on all fours with a different item inserted into me, but with my face not captured in the shot. Grabbing my tape dispenser from my desk I obediently began the task of taping each photo securely to the bottom of each desk in the middle row. I made sure to tape them down well so as to not have any of them fall off, or be accidently felt by one of my students.

With my initial tasks complete, I straightened out my dress to cover as best and most I could, and then waited for the next class bell to ring. The standing task for the remaining periods would not be too much of an issue; it just meant I could not use my desk as added cover. Considering I only had three buttons fastened of the four I had left after starting with eight, I would have to take extra precautions with my movements. Also, I had the dangling straps of the blindfold and ball gag that if I wasn’t careful could become visible. The only way to get through it would be to stay headstrong and push through. I would just act as if everything was fine and normal, and no one would be the wiser; or at least I hoped that would be the case.

The next bell rang and the following periods went by with me filled with anxiety and nerves. I kept wondering if my students were looking at me any different, if they could tell just how undressed I truly was. Every moment of a student’s head I was sure entailed they were trying to get a look at me, or noticed something off about me. I slowly paced around the room during the period to look more natural, but had to really focus on how my dressed moved with me and it caused me not to really be able to focus on anything else. Of course my worries and paranoia was most likely all in my head, as it seemed that my students didn’t really care if I was in the room or not. Eventually, my fears were able to drift away when the final bell dismissing school rang.

With my students now gone, I stood and waited for my mistress to arrive. As I waited, I looked down at my dress which started out with eight buttons, but now only had four remaining with only three fastened. It was just covering enough of me to keep me from being too suspicious of my goings on, but barely. My heart begun to flutter with the excitement of how I was dressed, and the journey it took for me to get there. However, before I could gümüşlük escort think about the feeling further, Sage came into my room.

“Looking good my little teacher slut, I hope your last periods went smoothly.”

I nodded my head in response, as she proceeded to close and lock my door before heading over to me with her book bag on her shoulder.

“Well, might as well take the dress off now considering it’s barely on you to begin with.”

I complied quickly, and soon found myself standing naked in my classroom once again.

“I have a few exciting afterschool activities planned for you today, but first remove the blindfold and gag from your cunt and then help me undress.”

Again, I quickly followed Sage’s orders, and pulled out the items from my dripping sex before focusing my attention on getting her clothes off. Once I had both her t-shirt and jeans off, she reached past me for the ball gag and blindfold and then put them both onto me before having me knell. The aroma of my arousal on the items was thick and intoxicating; I could also feel the dampness on my skin which only further triggered my arousal.

“There, now you look like a good sub-slut ready to be used by her mistress.”

Just as she had that morning, Sage begun to rub her exposed crotch into my face, seeking pleasure from me. I love the way her slick lips felt gliding across my nose and stretched open lips. She used one hand to hold my head in place as she continued her grinding into me. I only wished I had my mouth available to taste her, but knew that this was how Sage wanted it, and I had to respect that.

Occasionally, her grinding was more forceful, and she would pull my head into her extra tight to build further friction. I just knelt there and took it like a good sub, and enjoying every moment. Her juices were coating my face, and I was becoming drunk on her aromatic arousal. She eventually came, jerking her hips and pelvis into my face as she did. Seconds later she came down from her orgasmic high, and undid the gag from my mouth and removed the blindfold.

“Once again slut, that was amazing, and to treat you on your good work, I will allow you to lick out my ass for a bit.”

Sage then turned around, bent over slightly, and presented me with her rear end. I wasted no time falling into position, and soon had my hands on her ass cheeks and my mouth puckered up to her asshole. Letting my tongue flatten out over her delicate rosebud, I coated it with my saliva. I began to really get into the task, and soon had my tongue lodged just inside her entrance. She tasted divine, and I could feel my pussy become even more saturated then before. I felt as though I could lick out Sage’s ass forever, but unfortunately that was not to be. After only a few short minutes, Sage pulled away leaving begging for more.

“That’s enough slut, I can’t let you become spoiled now. Plus, your first planned activity starts soon, and I don’t want you to be late. I have been thinking you could possibly work on your flexibility some, so I signed you up for a yoga class this afternoon. It starts at three at your gym, and I got your yoga attire here with me.”

Sage then grabbed her book bag, opened it, and pulled out a pair of black yoga pants, and a pink sports bra. She also pulled out a pair of simple pink flip flops.

“Here, put these on so I can see how you will look.”

I took the garments from Sage, and pulled on the pants first. She had said nothing about removing the plug, so I assumed she wanted me to leave it in. As I pulled on the pants, I realized that they were not as thick as usual yoga pants and actually seemed to be a couple sizes too small for me. The thin fabric really stretched as I pulled them up my legs and over my ass to my hips. The stretching helped to thin out the already thin material, and create a somewhat sheer effect. I could only imagine what it would look like when I would bend over and stretch into different yoga poses.

The sports bra was also a bit more flirty than normal, with thin straps over my shoulders and across my back. While it did cover everything up, and provided adequate support, it also made sure to accentuate my breast rather than push them down as other sports bra tend to do. I could see myself, but I was sure I looked a bit stripperish and quite possibly a little underdressed for the gym.

From the look of me, I can get a sense of what Sage is hoping to happen to me. She wants me to be embarrassed to be dressed as I am at the gym. She wants me to be humiliated when I bend over and stretch in yoga; showing off all my goods, and the plug. I know this, and I know that I will certainly be a bit embarrassed dressed as I am at the gym and a bit humiliated knowing what can be seen when I bend over in these pants. However, I also know I will do it for Sage, to prove my obedience and to earn my trip away with her. I was ready for anything Sage could throw at me, and I was sure she still had plenty in store for me in the coming days.

“Will don’t you look like the perfect little gym slut? I wish I could be there to look at the reactions on the other gym goers faces. Oh well, I’m sure you will remember. You better get going, don’t want to be late and end up in the back where no one can see you. Here, you can wear this until you get to your car.”

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Author’s Note: This is a story that came from the story idea forum; it contains various sexual scenarios, as well as anal. The following is a fantasy and not based on any real events. Much appreciation goes out to WearMeWell and BigBadBrain for helping with editing and suggestions. Any errors not discovered are strictly my fault. Enjoy and as always feedback is welcomed. Thank-you ~ Red

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“Are you sure he’s in there?” Dani asked her boyfriend Mike.

She flipped down the sun visor on the Audi and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her blue eyes looked spectacular; the make-up gave her a smoky look and accented the deep sapphire color. The blush she’d applied did little to distract from the full lips and easy smile.

“I’m positive,” Mike said. He glanced at Dani and once again found himself questioning what he’d asked her to do.

Mike’s ex-girlfriend had dumped him months prior to meeting Dani. He had always wondered why and though he had tried not to be obvious about how much he still cared for the other woman, Dani had seen right through him, calling him out several times. Often the call-outs left him feeling guilty and her feeling less than attractive to him.

She was far from being unattractive. Dani was what many women hoped to one day be – a golden blonde bombshell. Her breasts were the perfect size for his hands. Well-toned and shaped legs, and an ass that was made for fucking, only added to her appeal, as did her sexual appetite. The only thing that would make Dani perfect was a little anal play, but that was something she was very much against.

“Ready?” Dani asked, bringing him back to the task at hand.

Mike checked his pockets, making sure he had both his cell phone and his wallet. He pulled the key from the ignition and slipped it in, next to his phone. Outside of the vehicle, he darted over to Dani’s side and opened the door for her. She stepped out, allowing her leg to seem longer than it was, by her slow exit of the vehicle. His cock jerked in appreciation.

“You look great,” he commented after closing the door and wrapping his arm around her waist.

He held her close as they walked side-by-side, across the street and up to the door of the club. Once inside Mike found a place where they could both keep an eye out on the patrons of the establishment.

The band that was performing was good. Dani’s body moved to the rhythm that played over the crowd. She swayed and tapped her foot, anxious for the night to begin. Her gaze shifted from various couples, pausing on a few single men.

She had heard through the grapevine that he was a real knockout, but not in the looks department. He was supposed to be good looking, but not Hollywood worthy. In between the sheets, that was a different story. Mike had heard the same thing as well as how suave and debonaire the man was; that was a big reason why his last girlfriend had left him.

“There he is,” Mike said, pulling Dani’s attention away from the dancers and over to the bar.

From where they sat, Dani was rewarded with the other man’s profile. “That’s Doug?” she asked.

Quickly, she did what many women do; made a quick assessment of his crotch. His jeans were snug, but not grossly tight. Still they fit well enough that she could tell he was indeed carrying a promising package. Her interest piqued immediately.

“That’s him. Even his name sounds dumb. Doug – who drops a ‘Mike’ for a ‘Doug’? I don’t get it. Look, he’s nothing special. Short brown hair, stocky build. He’s not anything worth writing home to mom about. Fuck, even his nose is crooked, probably got it from tripping over his two left feet.”

Dani smirked. “Jealous much?”

Mike rolled his eyes. “No,” he sighed and took a deep breath, “yes.”

She reached out and stroked his arm. “Look, I’ll go over there, just like we planned and I’ll find out what makes him ‘all that’ and if there really is something so totally-off-the-wall special about him, I’ll tell you. After that can you please let this go?”

He took a deep breath. He loved Dani and knew she would do exactly that – be upfront and honest with him. If there was something about this guy that Mike didn’t have, he wanted to know what it was. It was an ego thing for him. He knew it, and he knew he was behaving like a child for not getting over it, but hell – his curiosity needed satisfied. What harm could there be?

“Go talk to him. I just want to – well, I want to know where I fall short,” Mike said.

Dani smirked as she recalled the promising outline of Doug’s jeans. “Wrong choice of words there babe,” she said before rising from her chair and making her way through the club.

Mike frowned, the comment making little sense and soon forgotten as he watched Dani slowly slide into the chair next to Doug. He waved away the woman who was eager to serve him another drink. His gaze bore into Dani’s back as she slowly turned to acknowledge the man’s greeting.

Doug’s voice was another point in his favor. Dani listened to the thick rough accent and licked bodrum escort her lips in appreciation. He had glanced at her, longer than necessary, as she took her seat. She ordered a drink, which he quickly paid for. This didn’t surprise her, nor impress her. What did was the fact that after buying the drink, he ignored her. Dani was more than a little taken back by the quick dismissal and found herself questioning her appeal.

After a few drinks from her glass Dani crossed her legs at the knee, lifting her skirt higher up her thigh. She turned her attention to another man who sat on the other side of her. She toyed with her hair, and laughed at the jokes and one liners that spilled from the inebriated fool’s lips.

“Okay doll, you’ve made your point.”

Dani turned around and stared back at Doug. “What point?” she asked, with one brow rising in mock confusion.

“You damn well know what point. We’re playing the same game, aren’t we?” Doug asked. He lifted a finger and ordered her another round.

Her gaze held his as she tossed her hair back and leaned against the bar. Her breasts were mashed together, and the soft creamy flesh beckoned his eyes. He took the bait and smiled warmly.

“Nice,” he said with a smirk, before looking at her eyes, “dress.”

She giggled softly. “Liar.”

He smirked. “Yep. Though I’m sure it is a lovely dress and it’ll look great on my floor.”

Dani’s head fell back and laughter spilled out from between her painted lips. “That’s one of the oldest and overused lines ever!”

Doug chuckled and winked, leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Yes, but the fact still remains – the dress would look better on my floor.”

Her face grew warm as his breath caressed her skin. She licked her lips, glanced over her shoulder and saw Mike’s gaze locked on Doug’s back. Dani took a deep breath and turned so she could better face her opponent.

“So, tell me…” she paused and waited for his name. When he gave it, she smiled and continued the conversation. “…Doug, what’s so special about your floor?”

He grinned and her sex tightened. His smile was something ripped out of the pages of GQ. He was the persona of the ideal man. A cocky grin, the slightly crooked nose, that Mike noticed, and the short haircut only added to his appeal. Mike, being a man, saw only flaws. Dani saw seduction all wrapped up in a pair expensive slacks and a two hundred dollar shirt.

“My floor – your floor. It doesn’t matter really, either one would be a plus for the dress,” he reached out and stroked her hand, “and for you.”

“Oh really?” Dani asked, with a smirk just as cocky as Doug’s. “What you’re really saying is that my dress is ugly and I should take it off because it does nothing for me – right?”

Again he leaned in and caressed her neck with his breath as he whispered. “The dress is lovely, what you have hiding in it is what I want.”

Dani’s pulse raced; her breath lodged in her throat. Doug was definitely smooth and confident, something Mike wasn’t. She looked past Doug and caught Mike’s eye. She smiled warmly, thankful for their relationship.

How would she tell him that Doug was all that and a box of chocolate? Yet make him understand that wasn’t what most women, including Dani, desired. She wanted what Mike offered, devotion.

Mike stared long and hard at Dani, eventually signaling her to come back to him. He rose and walked over to the hall where the bathrooms were located. Dani took the hint, excused herself and pressed her body against Doug’s as she left. She wasn’t sure what Mike wanted, but she wasn’t going to let Doug go until Mike was ready for her revelations.

Once they were together, each hidden behind several bodies, Mike quickly began to question Dani.

“Well, what’s so fuckin’ special about him? What’s he got that I don’t? What the fuck did she leave me for? And what…”

Dani raised her hand and stalled his questioning. “He’s confident, grown-up and acts like a man, not a whipped pup.”

Mike blinked at her harsh words.

Dani sighed, and pulled him into a warm embrace. After pulling away, she smiled softly.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come across so harshly. It’s just well – he is very confident and sure of himself. You have to admit that right now, this obsession you have over why she left you for him, is a little immature,” he opened his mouth to speak, she stopped him again, “but – what he lacks is the ability to commit. He’s probably a great fuck, but that doesn’t mean he’s a great…”

“A great fuck? Really? You can tell that just by his attitude?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, I can. He’s got this – I don’t know – aura about him that reeks of sexuality. It comes with the confidence. He’s probably a great lover and…”

“Better than me?” Mike asked.

“I don’t know!” Dani gasped, somewhat surprised by the turn of events.

“Well, find out.”

Her jaw dropped. “What?”

“I don’t mean fuck him. I mean, find out what makes him turgut reis escort such a great fuck,” Mike said as he touched her arm. “I want what he has and that means I need that confidence, that swagger, that – cockiness.”

Dani’s shoulders slumped. “How do I find out if he’s good in bed, without getting into bed with him?”

“Invite him over to our place. I’ll set up a couple cameras and well – I’ll shoot what happens, watch from the car and…”

“Mike, have you totally lost your mind?”

“Dani, I just want to practice his moves. See how he plays with a woman. I want to see his face when you kick his horny ass out.” Mike chuckled and added, “Yeah, that’s it. Bring him over, get him all worked up and then tell him you’ve changed your mind. He doesn’t have enough dick to satisfy you.”

“You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Very. Look, give me a hour or so, really work him up and have him come back to the house. Keep your phone handy. I’ll call you when it’s time to cut him off. Don’t worry; I’ll be there the whole time, keeping an eye out for you. I know he’s not abusive; she never would have gone for a guy that used women as punching bags. So just get him hard and fuck with his mind.” He saw her hesitation. “Please Dani.”

Her gut reaction was to walk out and let Mike deal with his insecurities in his own way, but another part of her, the naughty girl part told her to play up the offer and to let Mike suffer the consequences. After all this was his insecurities they were dealing with, not hers.

“Fine,” she said and spun away, quickly making her way back to the bar and Doug.

She sat down and once again was drawn into the man’s easy smile and warm sense of humor. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mike make a beeline for the door. Her pulse raced as she continued to listen and talk with Doug. She couldn’t help but enjoy herself. He made her feel as if she was the only woman in the room, as well as the only one worthy of his attention.

The hour seemed to fly by, and during that time Doug had been very vocal about wanting to bring her back to his place. She was intrigued by the offer, but also knew that tonight wasn’t about her and Mike, it was about Mike and helping him get over the fact that Doug was a better man than him, even though in reality he wasn’t. Mike was just a different man than Doug.

“Well?”

Dani lifted both eyebrows and smiled. “Well what?”

Doug chuckled, leaned in and pressed his hand against her upper thigh. “My place or yours. The train’s leaving soon, with or without you. I’m tired of playin’.”

Dani’s breath lodged in her throat. The touch of his hand seemed to burn through the material of her dress. “My place,” she whispered, and finished the rest of her drink.

“Did you come with a friend? Or drive yourself tonight?” Doug asked.

“I took a cab. Figured it was safer – in case I got a little too tipsy to drive,” Dani answered. The lie rolled easily from her tongue. Her throat felt dry as Doug took her hand and led her toward the club’s door.

“Smart girl,” he said.

Once inside the car the situation became more real for Dani. He started the car and then allowed his hand to slide along the edge of the dress’s hem. She felt the firm pressure of his fingers skate under the fabric, slowly pushing the material up as his nails dragged lazily across her skin.

“Where to?” he asked.

Dani shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She gave him the address of her and Mike’s apartment. He nodded his head, assured her he knew the area well and let his fingers continue their slow and easy climb toward her moistening sex.

The sensation was nerve-wracking. Dani licked her lips, wondering what she should allow and what she shouldn’t. Mike and she hadn’t talked about this part of the game. Neither one had considered what would happen in the car ride back to their apartment. They should have, at least Dani should have, after all she was now in the car with the guy, trapped and literally at the mercy of his desires.

Nervously she glanced over at him; his hand continued to creep up. Her lower lip trembled, as his other hand rested casually on the wheel of the car. He eased his way out of the parking lot and into traffic. All the while his hand moved along the inside of her thigh. Doug glanced at her with a questioning look.

A smile rose as she opened her legs, allowing more room for him to explore. Inwardly she fought a battle of guilt and lust. Mike wasn’t here to watch Doug take control with not only his hands, but with his entire being. Confidence seeped out of every pore. Dani knew that to shy away now, would send up red flags and Mike was waiting for her.

Dani turned slightly in her seat, so she could better position herself for Doug’s eager exploration. He grinned and slid his hand up the rest of the way, until his fingers brushed across her thong. She trembled as his pointer finger curled under the fabric and touched her shaved mound. Her smile türkbükü escort became one of curious interest. A brow lifted in a come-hither fashion. Dani felt confident in herself as she felt the man’s finger glide between her pussy lips and search out the growing moisture that was beading on the warm flesh.

She hissed when his nail scrapped along the inner walls of her labia. His finger continued to explore, pushing upwards, catching against the small flap of flesh that covered her clit. She bucked instinctively against the digit as he pushed on the hard bud.

“Lift your dress,” he told her. His voice was deep and rich. His words were strong and sure.

Dani did as she was told. Her dress was raised by shaky hands, but when she saw it pleased him, a part of her felt pride in herself. She was playing the role Mike wanted her to play and she was doing it well. It was obvious Doug knew he had her, or at least thought he had. She was horny and knew that Mike was going to interrupt her and Doug, so she came to the conclusion she was going to get at least one climax out of the game. It was the least Mike owed her.

She scooted her ass so she was more comfortable, spread her legs wider and almost sat facing Doug. Dani bit nervously on her lower lip. His finger remained still as she moved her hand down and pulled the thong to the side. Her pussy was completely viewable to his lustful gaze.

Doug glanced over and gave her a cockeyed grin. He winked, returned his eyes to the road and pushed his finger into her sex. Dani hissed in pleasure. She watched his finger move in and out of her; his wrist turned, allowing the long hard digit to twist naturally. As he maneuvered through traffic, he also drove steadily in and out of her slick opening. Dani gritted her teeth, locking her jaw as her hips rose up to greet every thrust of his finger.

Doug slowed down, so he could come to a stop light. As they waited, he turned and looked her squarely in the eye. She gazed back. He pushed a second and then a third finger into her tight channel. Her hand moved over to begin a frenzied assault on her clit. She rubbed hard, pulled and tugged on the pearl as Doug frantically began to pump his grouped fingers repeatedly into her pussy. The light changed colors, but Doug ignored it, while Dani worked to bring herself to climax.

The sound of a car honking followed by another made her curse in frustration. Doug chuckled, pulled his fingers out and took off. He reached over and offered his juice-covered digits to Dani. She willingly and hungrily opened her mouth and took the nectar. She sucked on his fingers as if it were a short, thick cock. Her tongue swirled as she licked away the evidence of their play. When she was done, she sat back, fixed her thong and pulled her dress down.

Her whole body was inwardly shaking. She had to concentrate on breathing, so she could regain control of the situation. When she was better able to contain her desire and frustration, Dani pushed her hair back, tucked loose strands behind her ears and repositioned herself in the seat.

Her gaze shifted to Doug’s crotch. It showed the aroused state of a well-formed man. Dani felt her pussy tighten in anticipation. She took a deep breath, willing herself to give up on the idea of Doug’s cock finding a home deep inside.

This was all she was getting tonight.

Dani noticed where they were and showed Doug the visitors’ parking lot. He eased the car into a secluded spot, placed it in park, turned the key and killed the engine. They both unbuckled simultaneously. She moved to open her door, when she felt his hand on her leg. Dani looked over and knew he was going to kiss her.

She prepared herself for the touch and when his lips met hers, she felt her pulse race and her stomach tighten in pleasure.

He pushed his hand into her hair and kept her from moving away. She wasn’t sure if she should have or not, it didn’t matter though, he was taking the lead and her body was following. Their tongues tangled and explored; each one tasted the drinks the other had had, and her mind was filled with images of tawdry sex and frenzied passion. Dani was breathless when the kiss ended, and her mind clouded with disappointment.

Doug exited the vehicle, giving Dani only seconds to comprehend the kiss and the difference between Mike and Doug. Mike was slow and easy when it came to kissing, with the exception of the quick peck before he heading off to work. Doug was a give it to me, and give it to me now kinda kisser. Another long breath was drawn into her lungs just as Doug reached her side of the car and opened it for her.

Dani stepped out and felt Doug’s hand slide down her dress and rest at the small of her back. Together they moved toward the high rise apartment complex. Doug was a few inches taller than her, but he felt even bigger than that as he walked with her. Again she chalked it up to confidence. Her thoughts seemed to focus on comparing Mike to Doug. That was after all why they were doing this, wasn’t it?

Mike seemed to be confident when dressed for work, in his suit and tie, but when he was dressed more casually the confidence seemed to be lacking. Dani had a feeling that Doug lacked in nothing, especially self-esteem. He could have picked out any woman in that bar, but her desire to prove her boyfriend lacked nothing had spurned her on, empowering her own certainty.

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Jessie jolts up as the alarm on her nightstand blares. She is such a nightowl that if she doesn’t set herself some alarms, she will never wake up in time for class. Sitting up in the bed, she looks over at the alarm clock that so rudely interrupted her. It says 9:30, meaning that she has about an hour and a half to get her ass out of bed, get dressed and rush to her last class of the week. This is a pleasant surprise considering how late she usually is to her classes.

“I showered last night so I should be good for most of today.” Jessie groans out loud.

She hops out of bed, more awake then usual and sits down at her laptop to pass some time. She yawns as she opens it up. Her face turns bright red as she realizes that she left her porn up from the night before. A video left open from the night before starts to play, in which the pornstar is driven around town in a van, and the men driving the van force her to expose herself publicly in various kinky ways. The only thing the woman in the video is wearing is a pair of thigh-high fishnets and a collar, signifying she is owned by the men. The combination of slavery and exhibitionism drives Jessie wild, two of her biggest fantasies. Without even thinking about it, Jessie’s hand wanders towards her bare pussy and starts to rub lightly. These past couple months she has been so horny after discovering all these fun kinks to enjoy. Jessie was raised conservatively to believe that sex was meant straightforward, and that things like revealing clothing were unbecoming of a woman. Those beliefs carried with her throughout most of highschool, and into her first half of college. It was mostly due to the fact that outside of a few sexual encounters, including losing her virginity, she isn’t interested in regular sex.

In her junior year of college, at the age of 22, Jessie discovered the fun in sex. It came to her in the form of bdsm and slavery videos, and gradually evolved into chatting with people in adult chatrooms. Nothing really came of it, and she never sent anything more than a picture that could be used as a Facebook profile picture, but it’s extremely effective in getting her off.

The video keeps playing from where it left off, right near the end. Jessie watches with lustful eyes as the men tell the skinny blonde girl to get out of the van, on the side of the road in a busy street. Obviously she listens, giggling like a little school girl the entire time. The van door slides open, and her perky tits jiggle as she hops out, completely naked. It’s obvious in the background of the video that people are already paying attention, looking worried, or even recording. Jessie is shocked as she continues to watch. Not only was she doing this in front of the potentially hundreds of people lining the street, but she was excited about it?

Jessie starts to rub faster. She wasn’t expecting to be this horny so early but it’s the natural progression of how lustful she has become. A soft moan escaped her lips, and it’s quickly followed by louder and louder moans. The sounds of her now drenched pussy fill the air of her 1 bedroom apartment. The girl turns around for the camera and shakes her tight ass and shows off her thighs in her extremely tight fishnets. Her giggle gets even louder, probably out of embarrassment. The men behind the camera start to talk to the bystanders watching her dance.

“Any of you want to touch her? Maybe fuck her? bodrum bayan eskort You guys can do whatever you want with her. We don’t want her anymore.” As Jessie sees the camera being tossed to one of the random men in the crowd, she can easily see the life drain from the blonde girl’s face.

Jessie knows that the girl wasn’t prepared for this when she agreed to the video. Before the girl can say a word in response, the camera, now in the hands of a bystander, pans over to the van as it speeds off down the street without their pornstar. Jessie goes into overdrive seeing this, and starts rubbing her pussy fast and hard. She’s bucking her hips now watching the blonde girl realize her fate now, fantasizing as if it was her. Watching the blonde girl start to get fondled and groped, fingers inserted into her cunt and asshole by random strangers was too much for Jessie to take. Letting out a loud groan and bucking her hips one final time, Jessiecums intensely, and even goes as far as to squirt all over her laptop. The orgasmic bliss that she experienced in that moment was more than enough to cement in her mind that she needed to be treated like that. Even as she comes down from her high, she has immediately become obsessed with the idea of being owned. Not just being owned, but being tossed around as if she was something less than an animal. Worthless. Entertainment. Humiliation. She wanted all of it.

Jessie immediately sits up in her chair, not even bothering to pull her shorts back up. She goes on to Reddit, her favorite place to find porn, and makes an advertisement for herself. She bites her lip as she types it out. The act of describing herself and basically begging for people to now own her is getting her way too excited.

“Hey there! My name is Jessie. Im 23. I am looking for a long term Dom and Owner that will completely take control of my life and make me do humiliating and dehumanizing things every opportunity they can. I’m not looking for men to be nice to me, ever. I’m looking to be turned into a complete nasty bitch with no moral compass and I need someone that can help me become that. Kinks: i love degradation, humiliation, abuse, mental abuse and humiliation is huge for me. I also love public humiliation and public degradation and exposure. turning me into a mindless animal that craves and is addicted to degradation and humiliation.

I am 5’3. I’m half Filipino and half American with long brown hair and blonde highlights on the ends. I have B cup tits. I am a little chubby but with thick thighs and a thick ass.”

“There. That should be perfect. I’ll just leave it up while I’m in class and I bet I’ll come back to plenty of replies.” Jessie lightly taps her now light red pussy a couple times. “I’m sure you’re gonna be owned and no time.” She giggles as she stands up to go get dressed for class. A simple thong, bra, jeans and a tighter fitting top will suffice for her. She doesn’t really care too much about impressing people in her class.

The professor is the last person in the door right at 11 am. Jessie attends a large University so this lecture class is filled with around 100 other people. Most of them she will never meet in her life. However, as soon she sits down today, she gets a notification on her phone from GroupMe, which is the messaging app her class uses to communicate with each other. bodrum escort It was an anonymous private message just to Jessie. Her eyes widened as she read the contents. The beginning of the message is the picture of herself that she used in her self-advertisement on Reddit, followed by a rather lengthy message.

“Hello, Jessie, or should I just call you ‘chubby cunt’? I was on reddit earlier today, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw a picture of you sitting in a post made about making you a slave! I had to make sure that you actually were the same quiet girl that was in the same lecture class as me, so I waited until now to send the message. But I was right! So I have a proposition for you. Let me own you. Let me turn you into the animalistic whore that you were meant to be all your life. You weren’t meant to go to college, get an education, get married and have a normal life. You are meant to be a piece of meat. A piece of meat for me, and every other man and woman to enjoy and humiliate. I’ll push you to your limits. You won’t have a life outside of this once you accept this offer. Now, you may not know who I am, and that’s alright for now. You don’t need to know quite yet. However, do know that if you decide to reject this offer, nothing bad will come of it. I will respectfully never mention this again. On the flip side, if you are to accept my offer, I will need to know how serious you are about it. Instead of replying to me, you will do your first task. Right here, right now. So cunt, in order to let me know that you accept my offer, you must take your thong and your bra off right where you sit. You will leave them in your seat for me to collect after class. You will be the first one out the door at the end of class, and you will not turn around. Oh, and no trying to rip your thong and bra off so you dont have to take off your clothes. If you want to be a slave, they must be entirely intact.

Hopefully you’ll be in touch!”

Jessie thinks that her heart is going to beat out of her chest. She frantically looks around the room to see if anyone is looking out of the ordinary, if she could spot anyone.

“Damn, no sign at all of who it could possibly be,” she thinks to herself. Is she seriously going to accept this completely strange offer? The reality of the situation starts to kick in, but instead of terrifying her or making her break down, it completely turns her on. Just from shifting her thighs around in her seat, Jessie can easily make out just how wet she is from the message alone.

“I have to do this. This is my opportunity. I can’t stand just watching porn of it now, I need this to happen for real!” The thoughts in her head are pushing her harder and harder towards accepting the offer. Before she even consciously makes the decision herself, Jessie feels her hand on the button of her jeans. She is so caught up in her mental debate, she doesn’t even realize that her body has accepted his offer before she did. Jessie continues to push the button through the hole, undoing the clasp on her jeans in the middle of the class. No one is paying attention yet, but the guy and girl sitting on either side of her will definitely realize what’s happening once she starts to push her jeans down to the ground. Adrenaline and pure lust are what keeps Jessie pushing her jeans more and more slightly down towards bodrum bayan escort her ankles. A mere look to the side from the people next to her and her bright pink thong would be exposed to them. In one swift motion, the jeans are pushed the rest of the way to her ankles, and pushed over one of her shoes. The motion is drastic enough that it instantly alerts the girl to her left and the guy to her right. They both stare at the event unfolding in front of them, looking right at Jessie’s thong as she quickly slides her thong down her thick legs, pulling them free and coming right back up with her jeans. A bright red face doesn’t do the embarrassment justice, but the girls disgusted look does nothing to help the situation. As Jessie buttons her jeans back up, she looks over at both of them briefly, knowing damn well she had been caught. The girl was furiously typing away on her phone, most likely telling her friends what she had just witnessed.

“Great. People already saw me do that. I can’t believe this… I don’t even feel sad. I feel amazing actually!” Not only is Jessie’s self realization telling of how much she is enjoying this, but the fact that she is more wet than she has ever been in her entire life makes her realize that her soon-to-be owner was right. She isn’t meant for a normal life. She is meant to be humiliated, degraded, and owned at every turn for the rest of her life. She is extremely horny at this moment, but more than that, she is grateful.

This realization makes the rest of this task a complete breeze. Luckily Jessie can take her bra off without even taking off her shirt, or she would probably be in some serious trouble. As the bell rings, Jessie shoots up out of her chair immediately, placing her bra and thong neatly in the chair for her new owner. Her excitement is so immeasurable that she wants to skip out of the classroom in excitement, but opts against it. Her tits are already blatantly poking out through her shirt and she doesn’t want them bouncing around everywhere quite yet. Suddenly the girl that was sitting next to Jessie in class shouts after her.

“Hey you left your bra and thong in your chair, you might want to come get these. Looks like you need them!” There is a devilish smile on the girls face. Jessie’s face on the other hand turns a deep red out of embarrassment. Multiple classmates hear the girls comment and turn to look out of curiosity.

“Um no that’s okay they belong there, thanks though!” Jessie mumbles just loud enough for the girl to hear, before quickly spinning back around and speeding out of the classroom as if her life depends on it. Jessie has no intention of turning back for any reason whatsoever until she makes it safely back into her small apartment.

As if on cue, as soon as her apartment door shuts, she gets a message from her secret master. It contains a picture of her bra and thong on the chair, exactly like she left them. Her heart flutters with excitement a bit, a little bit too happy that everything worked out despite the other girl almost messing everything up.

“Good job chubs, I knew you could do it. I heard you got a little bit more attention than you bargained for. That’s good, but won’t compare in the slightest to the things I have in store for you. I’ll be in touch for your new life rules, and also your next task, cunt.”

Before she even got to the end of the message, Jessie was already on her back on the floor of the kitchen, rubbing her cunt with reckless abandon while thinking about all the things she has yet to do.

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Thank you all so much for reading part 1 of my new story! This is my first time writing out my fantasies, so hopefully you enjoyed it and enjoy what is still to come. If you have any suggestions feel free to comment!

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It was a cold and rainy night. The remains of a thunderstorm rolled across the sky as he made the mile and a half walk home from the train station. He stomped up the steps of his building, cold and wet through his coat. He reached for the light switch as the doer closed with a thud behind him.

Click

Nothing

Click

Still nothing

As he looked into the darkness at where the light was, he said aloud, “Are you kidding me?”

Just as the words escaped his shivering lips, he felt a delicate touch on the back of his cold wet neck. He froze as a hand reached around and a soft voice whispered in his left ear; “Let me get you out of these wet cloths, you must be freezing.”

Ever so slowly the hands worked around his shoulders to take his soaked coat from his torso. After that those same hands working in the pitch black room, slow undid his shirt. Once his chest was exposed, he began to feel hot breathe and lips on his cold-hardened nipples. He was exhilarated by this, he breathe began to get shorter and shorter. After what seemed like forever, she straighten up and began to loosen his belt. Her warm hands was slowly rubbing his stomach, then his hips and leg until finally she took hold of his semi-stiff bodrum escort bayan cock.

Just as he felt her grab hold, it dawned on him that she was already completely naked. He felt her nipples caressing his chest. As he pressed himself into her harder she softly moaned in his ear. He took his hand and began to rub one of her diamond hard nipples between two of his fingers.

Just as his wet pants finally hit the floor, he took his playmate by her waist and spun her around so they he could stand behind her as he groped his now hard penis.

As he rubbed and stroked her supple tits, so began to moan louder and louder. With one hand he slow began to investigate his companions body as she jerk his member harder and harder. His hand carefully found is way to her waiting pussy. He gently rubbed it with the tip of his index finger and she pressed down harder and began to rotate her hips in rhythm with his motion.

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and moved it from her. By now his eyes have adjusted to the dark room, he watched her turn around and put her face up close to his. She kissed him hard on the lips for a long time. Upon the kiss ending, she whispered in his ear, “I want ortakent escort you in my mouth”. Her voice was so exciting to him, like nothing he had ever heard before.

As she slowly licked and kissed her way down his body, he tried to move to a chair, but she prevented him. Once he felt the wetness of her breathe on the head of his dick, unexplainable feeling washed over him. The feeling of ecstasy washed over him.

As he watched her slowly engulf his tool with her mouth, he noticed that she was massaging herself. It was quite a sight.

Slowly she pulled herself off his cock, looked up at him and asked, “Do you want to help me with this?”

“Of course I do” was my the reply.

In an instant, they were in the bedroom, on his bed. She was gobbling up as much of his cock as she could and he had just begun drinking the cum from her heavenly snatch. Every few minutes she would kneel upright and grind her cunt down on his mouth, he loved it. After she did that, she would put his balls in his mouth and suck them until he flinched, stroked him the entire time.

She brought him to the edge several time, stopping just short of climax. He however gümbet escort made her cum to excess.

Slowly, she stood up and reversed herself over him. He was so excite in anticipation, he was about to explode. Slowly she rubbed the head of his engorged cock on her pussy lips. Until finally she delicately slide it into her waiting hole.

At first she was down low over him, gently moving so that her tits would rub him in the face and chest as she rode him. He would occasionally make her stop so that he could suck her nipples. Every time he did, he felt her cunt contract and expand around his cock. After several seconds, she would begin again.

It felt so good.

As she rode him, she began it be more upright, riding harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper inside her. They both grew louder and louder until his cum erupted inside her, at that same moment, he felt her hot cum covering his balls and penis. After only 2 or 3 more minutes, she slumped over next to him. Not long after that, they passed out.

The next thing he heard was his alarm clock. He sat up groggy and disoriented. huh, what had happened. The bedroom were a wreck, his clothes were on the floor by the door. Had it all been a dream. He felt unsure and confused, trying to remember as he showered got dresses and headed to work.

He was practically running home from the station that night. Took the stairs 3 at a time, but slowed as he put the key in his door. The door closed with a thud as he reached for the light switch

Click

The lights came on.

“Damn!”

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I am a 30 year old man who loves to run and recently found out also loves to be nude outside. I have slowly been increasing my bravery with public nudity, and therefore taking more and more risks, but a few weeks ago I got a lot more than I was ready for.

I had a plan to get naked in a field just off an industrial area very early in the morning before anyone showed up for work, it was raining, but very warm. Once I had striped down, I ventured into a parking lot close by that was pretty secluded, with plenty of escape options if someone came. Though, due to the time of morning no one did. This got my confidence up, to make my situation a little more embarrassing I inserted a plug with a handle into my rear that was plainly visible to anyone, if there were anyone around to see it.

Since I had been there for a little while and I had not seen anyone, I finally convinced myself it would be safe to venture out a little. I walked cautiously down the small road that connected my parking lot to the rest of the industrial area, all the time looking to see if there were any cars driving on the street ahead, there were none. My little road was still pretty safe since I had a good view up ahead and there was a wooded area to my right I could hide in, and get away at any time. When I reached the escort bodrum end of my little road to an intersection leading deeper into the industrial area I hid for a while and watched for any signs of life. I waited for a while and saw no one moving.

I was contemplating running down the street really quickly since I had not seen a soul since I had been there. The street I was looking down headed to a main highway to the right and deeper into the industrial area to the left. I had no urge to go towards the highway where I could hear cars passing by, therefore I was looking at going left. There was nothing to hide me on the street, just concrete walls on both sides. I eventually decided that no one would come down here this early in the morning and stepped out onto the street and headed left at a slow jog making sure the plug stayed in place. This was the most daring thing I had ever done and it felt amazing! It was such a rush knowing I was out there on the street totally nude with the handle of my plug poking out between my cheeks.

I had made it about 50 feet down the street when my heart jumped, I heard a sound of a car driving in the rain behind me, terrified I looked back hoping it was not a cop! It was not a cop, just a plain blue sedan and bodrum sınırsız escort it had it was turning into another parking lot, obviously an early arrival. I allowed myself to hope that since it was raining and the car was so far off that maybe the driver could not tell that I was naked. Just then the driver must have seen me because the car changed course and got back on the street and was coming up behind me! I looked strait ahead and picked up the pace, I was terrified. The car had caught up to me and had slowed down right behind me, close enough that the occupants could clearly see the butt plug handle protruding from my backside! I was so humiliated, I chanced a look back and could see there were at least 3 people in the car, the driver was male, the passenger in front was female, but that was all I could make out in the quick look. They pulled right beside me and just kept pace with me! There was no where I could hide, I tried turning down several side streets but they kept following me! I was going crazy, I could not figure out what they were doing, were they taking pictures of me that would end up on the net? Were they on the phone with the cops telling them where I was?

After a while the butt plug started bodrum otele gelen escort to work itself out from the sweat and rain. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t just let it fall out in front of them, but I didn’t want to draw attention to it either, in case they had missed it. Just before it fell out I reached back with one hand and pushed it back, deep in my anus. If they didn’t notice the plug before, they definitely did now. Could only imagine what they were saying about me now inside the car.

Finally after running for what seemed like half an hour the car honked twice, pulled ahead of me for a minute so I could see the passengers with their faces pressed to the window staring at me with huge smiles on their faces, then it turned around and drove away.

I had gone much farther than I had meant to, and it seemed more people were going to work now because I passed two other cars on my way back to my clothes. One, a little sedan with a male driver, just drove by staring, the other, a minivan with a few passengers, came to a stop as I passed but did not follow me like the other car. I had not taken the plug out because I had nowhere to put it, and just hoped no one else would see it, but I am sure they did since I kept having to push it back in as I ran.

When I got back to my clothes it was such a relief to be dressed, my nerves were wrecked, I was shaking violently and wanted to throw up. As I was heading home I promised myself I would never do such a thing again, I could have been arrested, lost my job, and my wife! Though as frightening as it was it still turns me on thinking of those people staring at my humiliating experience.

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Laurie’s father had a sudden and massive heart attack. It was a miracle he survived the doctors had told them. If he hadn’t been at home when it happened, scaring the living hell out of her mother, he probably wouldn’t have made it.

He had been standing in the kitchen talking to Laurie’s mother went he went pale as a ghost.

“Are you alright?” his wife asked.

Except he couldn’t answer. His left arm was numb as cold steel and his chest felt like it was going to fucking explode. He could have sworn somebody had just hit him in the chest with a sledge hammer. He looked at his wife and in that moment of near death he thought for sure he was looking at her for the last time. That was all he remembered until he awoke in the ICU.

“What happened?” he asked when he finally awoke, shit sticking out of everywhere on his body, enough machines monitoring his every tick and tock to run a small country.

“You had a heart attack,” the nurse told him who standing over him with a needle the size of porcupine quill.

“When?” he asked.

“About three hours ago,” she said. “You’re lucky to be alive.

Laurie was only twenty-five and when she had got the call from her mother she nearly collapsed from the impact.

“He’s at Mercy General right now,” her mother said. “Please come down right away, Laurie.”

That scared her more than the news. It was the way her mother had that pleading tone in her voice that scared Laurie. She recognized the fear in her mother’s voice that death had knocked at their door and from the sounds of it he was still lurking outside the house trying to find a way in.

“I’ll be right there,” Laurie said hanging up and calling Johnny.

Johnny, her boyfriend for a about a year now, had agreed to go to the hospital with Laurie. She had sounded so frantic on the phone and on the way into the hospital Johnny gathered she was not prepared to lose her father at such a young age. He was only 52. It was obvious she hadn’t given it any thought at all.

Laurie was an extremely sexy looking young woman. She had her light blond hair done so it was a copper color underneath and the lighter blonde through the top. It looked, Johnny thought, like it blended in. Johnny was the perfect compliment with dark, handsome good looks.

Their sex life, since they had met, was pretty good he had to admit, but something seemed to be missing on the whole. Laurie had always seemed a little hesitant about trying new things or just plain letting go.

Two days after her father’s massive heart attack he underwent triple bypass surgery and had come out of it splendidly. Something, Johnny noticed, had changed in Laurie’s voice when she had called him to ask if he wanted to drive into the hospital to see him again.

“How’s he doing?” Johnny asked.

“Great,” Laurie answered. “I’m so happy.”

It had been a shock nearly losing her father. She realized it was not something she had prepared for and made her realize her parents would not be around forever. No one would be. It changed, as Johnny was soon to find out, her way of thinking.

Laurie pulled into his driveway and Johnny was sitting on the porch waiting her arrival. He grabbed a book and got into the car.

“Good morning,” he said and she noticed he was looking at her; looking her over.

“Morning,” she said. “What?”

“You have on your capris,” Johnny said smiling.

He had bought them for her from Abercrombie and Fitch and this was the first time he had seen her in them.

“They look really nice,” he said.

“You think so?” she asked. “My butt doesn’t look too big in them?”

“I can’t tell from here,” he said. And he couldn’t, she was sitting down. “But I’ll let you know the first chance I get.”

“How is your dad doing?” he asked.

“I talked to my mother this morning and he was awake and in good spirits,” she said.

“That’s bodrum escort bayan good to hear,” he said.

“I can relax now,” she said and smiled at him.

They arrived at the hospital, parked and got out of the car. Immediately Johnny looked at her ass when she got out of the car. The white capri’s thin material revealed a hint of her flesh colored ass. She had worn thong panties and the hint of flesh color sent a surge of heat through his cock. It immediately began to grow.

“Your ass looks perfect,” he said.

“You’re just saying that,” she responded.

He glanced around, realized they were alone and unzipped his fly and pulled out his near erect cock.

“This doesn’t lie,” he said showing her his barometer of flesh.

She glanced around and much to Johnny’s surprise took him in her mouth. He moaned loudly as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. And then just as quickly she quit.

“We have to go,” she said smiling wickedly.

With much difficulty he shoved his penis back into his pants and limped away.

Her father was pink with health and talking a mile a minute when they arrived in the room. Immediately Johnny could see a weight had been removed from Laurie’s shoulders as she went to her father and hugged him.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Considering my chest was split wide open just yesterday I feel great,” her father said.

“Oh, daddy,” she said. “That’s too much detail.

The visit went great. They stayed about an hour, laughed, talked and when the nurse came back in they decided to leave.

“Bye, daddy,” she said giving him a hug and kiss.

“Bye, honey,” her father said.

“Good bye, sir,” Johnny said shaking her father’s hand.

“You take good care of my little girl,” her father said to him.

“I will, sir,” Johnny said and they left.

On the walk back to the parking lot she thanked him for coming along.

“You really think my ass looks good in these?” she asked turning her ass towards him.

Again that surge of sexual desire fired through him and shot straight to his cock. The blood, uncontrollably, running into the flaccid penis and turning it rock hard.

“It looks better than good,” he said.

“I can tell you’re not lying,” she said staring at the bulge in his pants.

They got into the car, paid the parking fee and drove away.

“How about a trip around the peninsula?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said.

It was a bright sunny day. A perfect day for a trip around the finger of land that jetted out into Lake Erie. It was laced with beaches along each side and a popular area for runners and cyclists who rode or ran the path that led all the way around the ten mile stretch.

As they entered the peninsula she reached over and grabbed his hand. They wound down their windows and the fresh lake air swept in around them.

“I have to use the restroom,” she said as she pulled into one of the rest areas.

“So do I,” he said. “That coffee went right through me.

They pulled into the parking lot. She got out of the car and Johnny just watched her for a moment before he got out.

“I’ll meet you when you get out,” she said.

“Gotcha,” he said waving.

When Johnny came out of the restroom he saw her standing up near a small port where boats could dock. It was next to a small lighthouse and she was the only one standing there.

“Hey,” he said walking up behind her and reaching his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck. “What cha doing?”

“Just thinking,” she said.

“About your dad?” he asked.

“No.”

“What then?” he asked.

She turned to him, slid her hand down to his cock and sensually rubbed it up and down.

“I was thinking I’d like to suck your cock again,” she said.

“Right here?” he asked surprised. bitez escort

“No one is else here,” she said looking around.

With that she unzipped his fly again, reached her hand into his pants and removed his cock. It was glistening and hard.

“My,” she said rubbing the pre-come over the soft head. “Somebody’s excited.”

She leaned over and took him into her mouth. She slipped her hand under his balls and caressed them. She moaned and he came quickly.

“I think that was a record,” she said coming up and wiping a small spot of come from her lips.

He put his cock back into his pants as she tossed him the keys to the car and said, “Your turn to drive.”

She got into the car and he followed. They pulled out of the small parking lot and no sooner had they merged into some traffic when she kicked off her flip flops and slid her capris and panties off. He glanced over and she had spread her legs apart. Her left leg was bent at the knee and over the console near the gear shift. Her right foot was propped up near the passenger window and her pussy was fully exposed. She ran her hands over her pussy and slid a finger inside. She looked over at him, took her finger out of her silky pussy and offered it to his mouth. He sucked in her finger and tasted the tangy liquid.

“I want you to go down on me,” she said.

“Right now?” he asked.

“Just pull over to the side of the road,” she said. “I can’t wait. I’m slippery wet.”

Trying as best he could to avoid an accident he pulled over, luckily, without incident. She had started moaning in some kind of primitive chant and had pulled her pussy lips open with her hands as he jammed the gear shift into park. With the gear shift crammed painfully into his belly Johnny leaned over and started to slowly lick the slippery slit. Laurie spread her legs further and moved one of her hands behind his head and pressed his face into her pussy. He slid his tongue back and forth over her clit in a slow grinding motion. She was moving her hips up off the car seat trying to increase the friction as her moans became louder and louder.

“Don’t stop,” she hissed. “I’m going to come.”

He, somehow, got his right arm free and slid a finger inside her pussy as she cried out in an orgasm. She shook for a few seconds longer and then relaxed back into the seat.

“That felt really good,” she whispered.

Johnny sat back in his seat with an imprint of the gear shift imbedded into his belly, which he quickly forgot about when he looked at her, legs apart, with a look of sexual satisfaction spread across her face.

“That was pretty hot,” he admitted.

“Looks like it,” she said looking at the hard-on he was, again, sporting.

“Let’s drive to the monument,” she said slipping on her panties, pants and flip-flops.

He put the car into drive, checked the rearview mirror and merged back into the slow moving traffic.

The monument sat out near an inlet from the bay. It was a tribute to Admiral Batch for his winning a strategic battle over the British way back in 1870. It was a tall, phallic symbol that soared fifty feet into the air.

“Looks familiar,” she said as they strolled hand in hand towards the monument.

“That’s funny,” he said. “Ever notice the center of the monument sits inside a circle.”

“Yeah,” she said squeezing his hand. “It’s making me horny again.”

She looked to her right near the shore and spotted an area with some trees and brush.

“Take me over there and fuck me,” she said. “I want you to come all over my pussy and then I’ll rub in with my hand.”

He stumbled along the walkway like he was going to faint.

“Okay,” he said weakly.

They walked over to the trees where she turned and kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

“I can taste my come,” gümüşlük escort she said to him seductively. “It tastes good mixed with yours.”

“Yeah,” was all he could muster.

She slid down the front of him and unbuckled his pants pulling out his cock and inserting into her mouth.

“Your cock tastes so good today,” she said.

She pulled his pants all the way down but kept her mouthed wrapped around his cock. He removed his shoes and stepped out of the pants. She reached around with both hands and caressed his ass as she forced his cock deeper into her mouth. He placed his hands into her hair and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth in a fucking motion.

Johnny, still sliding his cock in and out of Laurie’s silky mouth, looked out over the bay and spotted a boat in the far distance, two people, a man and a woman were on the bow looking his way. The man pointed and Johnny saw the woman lift a pair of binoculars his way. Instead of trying to hide he felt incredibly turned on.

“Hold on,” Johnny said stopping Laurie’s head. She looked up at him. “Take your pants off and get on your hands and knees,” he told her.

Laurie stripped off her capris and straddled the grassy patch beneath her. Johnny knelt down, and with one eye still on the boat in the bay, slid his cock into Laurie’s still wet pussy.

Another couple joined the first on the boat and all four were now looking Johnny’s way. They were taking turns with the binoculars.

Johnny turned his attention back to Laurie, who now had her face near the grass and was grinding and moving her ass and hips into him, forcing his cock to slid in deeper. Johnny leaned over and pushed her top and bra up over her breasts and, cupping each one in his hands, began to knead and roll the nipples between his fingers. Laurie had kicked her capris aside and spread her legs further apart allowing Johnny to push his cock in even deeper. Laurie reached her hand between her legs and alternately rubbed his balls and her clit. Each time she moved her fingers over her clit she moaned and wiggled her hips back and forth over Johnny’s cock. Johnny moved his hands from her breasts and grabbed her tight ass on each side and pumped her hips back and forth over his glistening cock.

Laurie moved forward and Johnny’s cock slipped out. Laurie turned and lay on her back. She spread her legs and Johnny could see her pussy was hot pink with lust. Her lips were swollen and soaked with her own juices. Her eyes were dazed and wanton with lust. She reached up and grabbed Johnny’s cock pulling him towards and into her. He slipped in easily and Laurie wrapped her legs around his back as her hands found their way to his ass. She proceeded to push and manipulate his ass and hips to guide his cock in and out of her pussy.

“I want you to come all over my pussy,” she said in Johnny’s ear.

Johnny glanced over at the boat and the four people looked awestruck that two people, one of whom knew they were looking, were fucking right out in the open…and enjoying themselves.

Laurie moved her hands between Johnny’s lower ass and the sudden sensation of an orgasm struck him so quickly he had to jump back in order to pump his come all over Laurie’s pussy. He pulled his cock out of her and, grabbing it with his right hand, squirted the hot liquid onto her clit and pubic hair. Laurie reached her hands down and began to rub the hot come into her clit, sticking fingers inside her pussy and then alternately licking her fingers and rubbing her clit. She stuck her fingers inside her pussy and then into Johnny’s mouth as she neared another orgasm. He greedily sucked their come off her fingers and Laurie moaned in an orgasm.

Laurie looked up at him and Johnny glanced to his left. Laurie looked out over the bay and saw the people applauding the effort. She looked back at Johnny and smiled.

“How long have they been there?” Laurie asked.

“From the beginning,” Johnny said.

“Let’s get out of here,” Laurie said.

They got up and dressed.

“Where to now?” Johnny asked.

Laurie looked around, a kind of gleam in her eyes, and she took Johnny’s hand in hers.

“Let’s go sit on the beach and wait for the sun to set,” she said.

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The memories that unconscious, 37-year-old Camilla was reliving had returned to those of a more sexually restrained, monogamous period of her marriage with Cameron–the time between her forced sexual encounter with Paul Shaw and when she, Cameron, and Eros moved from Toronto to Montreal. Because of her contemplation of this tamer period of her life, the lust-energy levels in Camilla’s Nigrovum were once again lower; so the come that her gaping pussy was spewing out into the water, over which her nude body was hovering, would not be as effective in making her lecherous, voyeuristic audience into obedient servants of the masked men. Dr. Singh and his Nigrovum-cured AIDS patients, as well as the spirits of Agape, Don Josiah, and Candice, could now monitor Camilla with some renewed hope, however temporary that hope would be.

Indeed, the masked men, also monitoring their incessantly gang-banged victim, simply waited for this lull in the lewdness to pick up speed, which it would do, soon enough.

*************

Camilla was reliving a memory from nine years before her predicament in the public aquarium in Montreal.

Back in Toronto, 28-year-old Camilla–who looked twenty-two, thanks to Nigrovum’s slowing of her ageing–was tirelessly working to finish her doctoral thesis. Eager to have it ready for her thesis committee as soon as possible, she again abstained from decadent sex for almost a year. Only with her husband did she make love, with an emphasis on the love.

The psychic barrier she and Cameron had put around themselves, as soon as they’d got home from Paul Shaw’s party, was holding up very well; and their sexual restraint was ensuring that the barrier would stay strong. Accordingly, she hadn’t been troubled by the masked men in any way.

She’d resumed meditating, more bravely facing that mystical ocean, the pantheistic unity of atman and Brahman, of self and other that had frightened me–I mean, her–so much the last time she’d contemplated it. She even briefly resumed psychic contact with her father, Agape.

Oh, Daddy, I’ve missed you so much, she mentally communicated to him. I’m so sorry for having shot you.

No need to apologize, he told her. You tried to save me, remember? And I stopped you. Anyway, I’ve missed you, too. Give up your life in the physical world, and we can be together in the spiritual one. If you don’t die, I can promise you, something terrible will happen to you, and to the world. The masked men have plans for you; you must know that by now.

Please don’t ask me to die, she begged him. I’m not ready to; I’m too scared to face hell.

Sooner or later, you’ll have to face it; and later will be much harder for you.

I can use Nigrovum to keep me alive forever.

Do you really want that for yourself, Camilla? You can’t live forever, and who’d want to? If you keep thinking that way, you’ll go mad for sure. Have faith in Don and me; we can help you get out of the hellish realms.

You can’t , Daddy. There are too many of those masked bastards out there. Both the living and the dead ones are after me. Sorry, I can’t do that. Bye.

Not able to endure even contemplating death, Camilla cut off her psychic connection with Agape, and blocked him, however reluctantly.

Though she wouldn’t be persuaded to die, she did continue trying to face that pantheistic, infinite ocean that united her with all the souls of humanity. She felt in those soothing waves a paradoxical mixture of repose and fear. Though facing the pain and anger she’d caused in all her dead, former lovers was frightening for her, she also sensed the possibility of an ultimate purging of all her sins. In the ouroboros of the afterlife, with its heavenly extreme in the serpent’s head, and the hellish extreme in its bitten tail, she sensed that she was destined to be close to where the teeth bit in; if she could bravely fight her way through the agonizing realms and go into the mouth, instead of going the other way to get to the head (which would take much longer to attain), maybe then she could escape from hell, and be reunited with her father and Don. Perhaps in her meditations she could achieve all that while still alive.

Still, she felt all that evil enveloping her, the psychic energy of the living and dead masked men. That evil was like stormy seas, surrounding her small area of calm waters on all sides. That psychic energy was so vague that she couldn’t tell if it came from the living or the dead, but she could tell that much of it was coming from the masked men. Knowing this made the need to leave Toronto all the more urgent.

Her thesis was soon finished, and with a few minor revisions, she finally got her PhD. Frantic to get out of Toronto, she used Nigrovum to find a teaching position as quickly as possible: she found one in McGill University in Montreal, as well as a teaching job for Cameron. They began packing immediately upon finding their new jobs.

As much as she wanted to get out of Toronto quickly, she bodrum escort found it hard to leave her house, the house that used to be her beloved father’s. This house was most of what little she still had of the man she so intensely loved. The memories of the place made him seem almost alive to her still, and leaving would make the reality of his death all the more cruelly plain. She took every photo of him, his old bourbon glass, and everything else that reminded her of him, however useless many of those things may have been to her, outside of sentimental value.

That summer, she, Cameron, and 9-year-old Eros found a house in Montreal and moved in. The fear of the masked men seemed gone from her heart for good, though she already missed Agape’s house and everything in Toronto that reminded her of him and Candice.

One night in late August, feeling achy and stressed from both missing her Toronto home and the ongoing friction between Cameron and Eros, black-haired, pale ‘Goth-looking’ Camilla decided she needed a massage. She could have simply used Nigrovum to ease her nerves and sore muscles; but something inside her, a kind of thirst, it seemed, made her want someone else’s hands on her body…a man’s hands.

She walked into a massage parlour on the side of town opposite from where her new house was; the establishment was called, ‘Sweet Caress’. She looked around the front reception area, went up to the front desk, and read a sign on the wall above where the owner was standing. The sign showed all the services offered.

“What would you like tonight?” the owner asked.

Camilla saw a handsome fifty-something man standing by, one who was wearing a shirt with the ‘Sweet Caress’ logo on it. Correctly assuming he was one of their masseurs, and feeling that ‘thirst’ increase somewhat in intensity, she said, “I’d like a full massage and bath–with him.” I’m getting only a massage, she thought; nothing too hot.

After paying the owner, Camilla was led into a room with the masseur. He turned on the bath water and turned toward the door, ready to walk out. “OK,” he said, “get undressed and in the water, and I’ll be back in a minute.”

Feeling that thirst again, she asked, “What do you need to leave for? You have everything here: soap, towels, bath foam, and oil lubricants.” She pointed to them on a nearby shelf. “I used to work in a massage parlour, so I know.”

“Well, I was going to leave so you could disrobe in private,” he said.

Her ‘thirst’ got stronger, and she tried unsuccessfully to fight it. “If I-I’m going to be n-naked for my bath, you watching me u-undress shouldn’t be a problem.”

“OK,” he said, turning around to face her, and smiling ever so slightly.

She pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her pink lace brassiere. What am I doing? she thought. I’m married. Sure, the guy’s good-looking, but I’m trying to be good again. She unzipped and pulled down her jeans, showing him her pink panties. I’m just getting a massage. A legitimate massage. If he tries to take advantage of me, I’ll use my psychic powers to immobilize him. She then removed her sneakers, socks, and jeans.

He put the bath foam in the water and got the soap, towels, and lubricant ready.

She hesitated before taking off her underwear; then she felt that ‘thirst’ getting a bit stronger again. She removed her bra and panties, and he got an eyeful of her frontal nudity before she got in the tub, which was now full of foamy water.

He lathered the soap in his hands and rubbed it on her snow-white back. I’ll let him wash only my back and arms, she thought. That’s all the fun he’s getting with this married woman. He soaped up her arms and armpits, then moved around to her chest, above her breasts. Well, I guess that area’s OK, too.

His hands moved down to clean her breasts; he gently cupped and squeezed them. Before she could protest, that ‘thirst’ grew stronger, and she was enjoying his sensual touch.

“Please raise your legs so I can wash them,” he said.

“OK,” she said, lifting up her legs. Then he ran his soapy hands up and down her legs, and washed her feet; she was softly moaning the whole time.

“Please get on all fours,” he said, “so I can clean you from behind.”

“OK,” she said, getting on all fours. Well, she thought, I suppose he has to be thorough. As his hands got the soapy lather all over her buttocks, her ‘thirst’ was getting torturous to feel. He opened her buttocks and got soap on her anus, then gently slid a soapy finger inside, slowly going deeper and deeper in her rectum. After rinsing out her asshole, he cleaned her vulva, thoroughly lathering her swollen labia, rock-hard clitoris, and vaginal opening, which was wet not only with water.

He slid his soapy index and long fingers inside her pussy, rubbing the lather against her G-spot, then going inside far enough to touch her A-spot.

“Oh!” she squealed with delight.

He rinsed out her pussy. “OK, stand turgut reis escort up, please,” he said, “and I’ll rinse off the rest of you.”

She stood up, with her back to him; he rinsed off her back and buttocks with the shower head in his hand.

“OK,” he said. “Now turn around, please.” She did, letting him see her soapy breasts and pubic hair again. She felt a mixture of shame and excitement, not wanting to betray her husband, but wanting to satisfy herself and her masseur.

No sex, she thought as he rinsed her off. No sex.

“Alright, you can come out now,” he said, reaching over and unplugging the bathtub. She stepped out and stood on a towel laid out by the tub.

He got a towel and dried her off thoroughly, paying particular attention to her breasts, buttocks, cunt, and asshole. He then gestured to the massage table, and she got on it, lying on her front.

Not bothering with putting a blanket over her to cover up her nakedness, he got some oil lubricant on his hands and began rubbing it on her back and arms. Psychically feeling his desire, which was no less hot than hers, she was battling in her mind whether to give in and let him fuck her, or be strong and remain faithful to her husband.

His hands moved down and got the oil on her buttocks, opening them and getting lubricant in her anal cleft.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned.

“You’re telling me,” he grunted.

“Let’s not be naughty, OK?” she asked in sighs. “I’m taken.”

Gently rubbing the oil into her anal orifice, he said, “What happens…in here won’t…be known outside. Don’t worry.” His oily finger slowly went in further.

“But I’ll know. Oh!”

“We don’t have to…if you don’t want to. I’ll let you…think about it.” He rubbed the oil on her legs and feet, sensitively paying attention to each toe. When he finished, he said, “OK, on your back, please.”

She rolled over on her back, and as he got more oil on his hands and looked at her breasts and black pubic hair, she thought about this most tempting situation. Sure, I’ve had extra-marital sex before, she thought. And Cameron knew; but it was always controlled. I had his consent when we were swinging, and I allowed him to fuck the Asian girls we had in threesomes one and two years ago. As for my encounter with Paul Shaw, I may have technically enjoyed the sex, but I’d been forced. This is totally different: this man isn’t forcing himself on me; I want him as much as he wants me, and Cameron isn’t here to indulge his Candaulism. If I fuck this guy, it’s out-and-out adultery!

He was now rubbing the oil on her breasts, gently pinching her erect black nipples. She sighed and moaned to his touch. His hands moved down to her belly, getting lubricant in her navel.

If I fuck him, I’m no better than Mom, Camilla thought, more and more desperate to resist temptation. I can still vividly remember the time I came back from school and saw her getting Angus Thass’s come all over her face, in her and Daddy’s bedroom. And she later married that bastard! It should have been no surprise to Mom that I would never accept Angus as a step-dad.

The masseur rubbed the oil on Camilla’s thighs and ran his slippery fingers through her black pubic hair. Preferring to tease her, he skipped her pussy and rubbed lubricant on her legs, slowly working down to her feet.

I can’t become like my slut Mom, Camilla thought. Her cheating on Daddy, and leaving him for Angus, was unforgivable. And after she married Angus, and after all the key parties they’d have, she even cheated on him without his knowing. After that, they finally divorced, and Mom actually mended her ways; then she sent me to that all-girls Catholic school, hoping it would make me a better person than she was. But the damage was already done, and look at the kind of life I’ve lead. But I cannot let myself be an adulteress, like Mommy.

The masseur was working the oil on and in between Camilla’s toes now; she moaned and sighed softly to his expert touch.

My mom actually had a few orgies when Angus was away on business trips, Camilla remembered. I, ten at the time, was supposed to be asleep in bed when Mom was fucking those guys–she’d given me sleeping pills, and I tricked her into thinking I’d swallowed them–then I snuck out of my bedroom to see what she’d been doing. I was horrified to poke my head through her ajar bedroom door and see her in a gang-bang, with cocks in her mouth, pussy, and ass! When not blowing a guy, she’d scream, “Oh! My G-spot! Ah! My A-spot! ” as a cock was pumping her pussy. Soon after having seen that, I looked up those words on Wikipedia, as well as many other sex terms and concepts, like gang-bang. Pretty intense reading for a ten-year-old girl, but then again, I was always a voracious reader…I used to read everything. Everything! Of course, I also started checking out internet porn at that time. Gay porn especially.

Finally, the türkbükü escort masseur started gently fingering Camilla’s hard clitoris. Another finger slid inside her wet pussy, massaging her G-spot.

Still trying to take her mind off her temptation, Camilla continued contemplating childhood memories. No child could ever understand what I was reading on Wikipedia, or any of the other many sources I used to get my early sex education from, she thought. Seeing what my Mommy did would corrupt anybody. Now, the strange thing is, I’ve always been able to understand grown-up stuff–whether about sex or not. The photographic memory I inherited from my Mom made it easy to remember tiny details: that’s why I was always an excellent student. I still remember scoring 137 on an IQ test back in grade school. Back in grade one, before walking to school every morning, as a little kid I’d always lie on the dewy grass in a park just a few blocks away from my home. I felt the dew go in the pores of my skin on my face. Then I’d go to school, all alert and perceptive of everything. My precocious childhood intellect made Mommy think I could eventually be a lawyer or something. She was so mad when I’d become a stripper!

The masseur’s finger went deeper inside Camilla’s pussy, gently jabbing her A-spot a few times. She squealed with ecstasy, and even though she’d tried everything to resist temptation, she came all over his hand.

“You know,” he said. “I have a much better tool to massage you with.”

“I’m sure you do,” she said. “But we shouldn’t. I’m married.”

“Oh, come, come. Let me satisfy you even more. Nobody will know.” He unzipped his pants.

“They’ll hear me screaming outside.”

“No, they won’t. Not a chance.” He pulled out his cock and lay on the massage table. Resigning herself to total sluttishness, and knowing she could never resist that ‘thirst’, she got on top of him in the cowgirl position. He pulled his pants down to his knees. Slowly descending on his hard-on, she fed his cock into her dripping wet pussy, moaning and sighing with each inch it went in.

His cock got all the way inside, poking at her A-spot, and she came a second time. She squealed in whistle register, then started worrying about outsiders hearing her.

“Don’t worry,” the man said in grunts as she continued bouncing on his cock. “This room…is sound-proofed so…the police won’t know. We have…complete privacy. Unh!”

“OK,” she sighed. “Ah!” As she thrilled to feel his big cock slide in and out of her pussy, she thought of one more childhood memory. During one of those orgies my Mom had with her gang-banger friends, Camilla thought, I was spying on her, and she caught me looking. She screamed at me to go to bed; but just then, Angus also came home and took us all by surprise. (His business trip had been cancelled at the last minute, or something.) He saw Mom with all those naked men. Yelling and fighting started, and it was all so overwhelming for me that I fainted, and actually went into a coma. Oh, if Cameron were to see me now…my Mommy, all over again!

The masseur reached up and fondled Camilla’s tits as he fucked her. After another minute or so of fucking, she came again. Then he pulled his cock out of her pussy, and she took it in her mouth. She sucked him off briefly, and he came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

He got a handkerchief and wiped her come off his spent penis and thighs. Laden with guilt and fighting back the tears, she got off the massage table and reached for her clothes.

“No, don’t get dressed,” he said, pulling up and zipping up his pants. “Go out naked. Let everyone see how beautiful your ‘Goth’ body is.”

Feeling the ‘thirst’ of exhibitionistic lust again, nude Camilla picked up her clothes and purse, and walked out of the room with them in her arms. She moved in an almost mechanical manner.

Everyone in the parlour was pleasantly stunned to see her lovely nakedness. She went out to her car, got in, and finally no longer felt that ‘thirst’.

Made totally unaware that she had been psychically manipulated, Camilla just sat in her car and sobbed for a minute or so before putting her clothes back on. “How could I have allowed that to go so far? I’m no better than my Mom. I’m an adulteress.” She drove back home, crying all the way. Only when she had reached her neighbourhood did she pull herself together, preparing to pretend that nothing had happened when she met Cameron at home. For if she was still thinking about her guilt, he–with his own developing psychic abilities–would know what she’d done. For that reason, she chose to block him from sensing her thoughts.

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“Thank you for giving me such a good time, Dr. Camilla Fox,” the masseur said after watching Camilla leave ‘Sweet Caress’, and removing the psychic barrier he’d put around their room to drown out her screaming. He took off the ‘Sweet Caress’ shirt he’d been wearing and put on a polo shirt. Then he, by no means an employee of the massage parlour, put on his mask, psychically made everyone there oblivious of who he was, and casually walked out of the building and towards his car. He got in his car and sat there, licking Camilla’s come off his handkerchief. Then he called a friend on his cell-phone. “Hi,” he said. “It’s confirmed: Camilla is here in Montreal.”

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This is a story about discovering the thrill of exhibitionism – there is no actual sex. If that’s not your cup of tea it’s best not to bother reading further.

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My hands were shaking as I extracted the money from my wallet and paid the entrance fee. The friendly girl behind the counter smiled and handed me a towel and a green plastic wristband. She pointed to her right and said “Just go through there and the changing rooms are on your left. Have a nice time!”

I followed her instructions and after going through a turnstile opened the door to the changing area. It was very different to any pool I’d been to before. Men and women shared the same space and there were just rows and rows of lockers with benches between them.

I continued walking and averted my eyes as I saw people in various stages of undress. Towards the back it was less busy and I was relieved to find the last row empty but still panicking that I would have to get changed in public! I walked past the first few lockers then noticed that there were actually stalls you could change in. How strange those people hadn’t used them!

I quickly stepped inside and locked the door, breathing a sigh of relief. After removing my swimsuit from my bag and placing it on the shelf I began to undress. I carefully folded my clothes and then, standing naked, took a look at myself in the mirror.

My name is Su-Mei, I’m 24 years old and I come from Tianjin in China. I’m doing my PhD at the University of Zurich and have been in Switzerland for about half a year. It’s summer and after hearing about this waterpark near Basel from some of the other students I decided it sounded like fun. From what I’d seen on the internet the place had lots of pools and slides and even a sauna area. I’d never been to a sauna before and was keen to try it.

I’m quite a shy girl and was feeling rather lonely here. It’s not easy for me to make friends and I thought it would be good to get out and have a break from endless studying. The train journey from Zurich was just over an hour long and I’d only had to transfer in Basel.

I wasn’t pleased with what I saw in the reflection. At 1.78m I’m pretty tall but also rather thin and the only real curves I have is my bottom. I turned slightly to get a better look at it. It was firm and protruded nicely from my back. I wasn’t bad looking and my skin was pale and smooth but despite that I was still a virgin and had never had a proper boyfriend. After a bad experience with a boy on a date I was just too shy and insecure to try again.

I was 19 at the time and the boy in question had invited me to the cinema. I liked him a lot and was so happy and excited to be asked. During the movie we snuggled closer and he whispered in my ear that I was a beautiful girl. My heart was fluttering and for the first time I felt my body respond in a sexual way. I could feel moisture between my legs and my nipples stiffened as he kissed me on my cheek and then on the mouth.

It was my first kiss and I was trembling with fear but I was also excited. I didn’t stop him when I felt his hand slide down my body until it reached the bottom of my t-shirt. I gasped, but didn’t move, when it slid under the fabric and rested on my tummy. No one had ever touched me like this before and I liked the feeling of his skin on mine.

He was still kissing my cheek and neck and whispering nice things to me as his hand began to move up. I looked around nervously to be sure no one was watching us and was relieved to see that the others in the cinema were watching the film and not us.

His fingers finally reached the bottom of my bra and I felt my nipples stiffen even further. They felt hot and sensitive and I bit my lower lip when his hand slid up over the cups of my bra. Despite the padding I could feel the pressure on my nipples and couldn’t hold back the small moan that slipped out of my mouth when he squeezed my breast.

Encouraged by my reaction, his hand moved down again and I felt his fingers trying to get under the bra but it was too tight and he couldn’t do it. I felt his frustration and wanted so badly to please him that I said “You can open it at the front.”

His fingers stopped probing and moved to the centre of the garment, finding the small plastic clasp. After fiddling for a moment he managed to open it and the padded cups sprung apart. I was almost panting with anticipation and felt a flood of heat and moisture between my legs as his hand slid over the skin of my chest, searching for my breast. It tingled as his fingers came into contact with the sensitive tissue. He seemed confused and pushed further until he bumped into my straining nipple.

I groaned in pleasure as his fingers first brushed over the turgid nub and then begin to squeeze, pull and twist it. Suddenly his hand withdrew and he stopped nuzzling me. I looked around in shock thinking we’d been caught but no one was nearby. I turned to him in confusion and said “What’s wrong? Why did you stop?”

He was sitting lara escort back in his chair with an expression I’d never seen before, almost a sneer. “You don’t have any breasts – I’m not interested in boys.”

I stared at him in shock at felt tears welling up as I digested his words. He stood up and walked away without another word.

I was crushed and so ashamed. I knew I had small breasts but I’d never expected someone to say something like that to me. All the bad memories of sharing showers at school flooded back. Many of the girls had teased me and others with small breasts, showing off their large bosoms and saying no one would ever love us because we were not proper women. I remembered crying at home and telling my mother what they’d said. She’d told me they were just being mean and that it wasn’t true, now I realized they’d been right! From that moment on I never went on any more dates and did my best to avoid being seen naked by anyone.

Returning to the present, I looked at my chest in the mirror. My breasts were really small, just two bumps and, as if to compensate, my nipples were huge. They were brown in colour and protruded more than 1 cm even when not aroused. If you can picture a large grape cut in half you’d know what they look like. Apart from that, they were also very sensitive and it didn’t take much for them to grow to almost three times the size. I hated them and did my best to keep them hidden at all times.

I sighed in disgust and put on my swimsuit. I hadn’t been swimming for years and was surprised to see that I must have grown since the last time I wore it. It was a single piece and when I finally got it on, it was stretched very tightly over my body and I hoped it would loosen a bit when it got wet. Despite the thick padding I could still make out the bumps of my nipples.

I turned from side to side to check the fit and was quite impressed by how my bottom looked. The front wasn’t as good and, apart from a few stray public hairs, I was pretty sure I could make out the impression of my lips through the thin material. I pulled the fabric down and tucked the hairs in as best I could. I wasn’t happy but it would have to do, I’d already paid the entrance fee and wasn’t about the let that go to waste! Anyway, no one knew me here and once I was in the water you couldn’t see anything.

I took my own towel as well as the one they’d given me and left the stall with my belongings. I placed everything except the towels in a locker and then studied the instructions on how to secure it. It was simply a matter of pushing a button using my wristband. Having completed this successfully, I wrapped my towel around my waist and followed the arrows on the floor that led to the pool area.

It was wonderful! The air was warm and humid and despite being busy it was nowhere near as crowded as the public pools in China. I walked around, getting a feel for the layout of the place. There was a large pool with a group of people doing exercises and others swimming. Behind that was another, slightly smaller pool with jets from above and below. Some people were using them to massage their backs and legs. Another set of doors connected to a separate building that housed a wave pool and numerous slides. It looked like fun, but going by myself wasn’t very appealing.

Returning to the main pool and walking to the opposite end I found wild water ride and access to an outdoor pool. The place was really nice and I was looking forwards to trying the various facilities. While walking around I’d also noticed many young women wearing bikinis and other swimsuits that were far more revealing than mine and I wasn’t worried that I’d stand out at all.

I picked a lounger in a quiet area and covered it with my towel, placing the other towel on top.

There, I’d done it! I was standing here in just my swimsuit and nobody was taking any notice of me. Deciding to try the large pool first I walked down the steps and was pleased to find it warmer than expected. I swam a few laps then climbed out and lowered myself into the pool with the jets.

This one was even better! I let the strong spray of water massage my neck and shoulders and then moved to the underwater jets that worked on upper back. Each jet was positioned slightly lower and I was pleasantly surprised by the sensations of the water on my bottom. I looked around to see if anyone was watching and, since the coast was clear, turned and faced the jet. I gasped as the strong pulses of water massaged my most intimate parts.

By moving my hips left and right as well as up and down I was able to aim the jet at my most sensitive bits. I’d never felt anything like this and after a few minutes my body was hit by a wave of indescribable pleasure that made me moan out loud. My legs felt like jelly and I felt hot. I was sure my face was bright red. As I floated away from the jet as I saw an elderly lady looking at me strangely. She had a knowing smile on her serik escort face and I think she knew what I’d just done.

Blushing I swam away and settled on some underwater loungers just as they began spewing bubbles. It felt ticklish at first but then I began to enjoy it. Looking down at my chest, that was now slightly above the waterline, I was shocked to see how prominent my nipples were. The thick foam padding wasn’t as effective when wet and I could see two very large and obvious bumps in the blue fabric.

There was nothing I could do about this so I decided to try and ignore it. I tried to relax, thinking that this might make my nipples soften and closed my eyes while I continued to enjoy the sensations of the bubbles massaging my body.

A short time later I heard some voices and opened my eyes. I’d been joined by a young couple using the loungers next to me. They were obviously in love and holding hands as they chatted quietly. The girl had quite small breasts and was wearing a thin and clearly unpadded bikini top. I was surprised and somewhat relieved to see that her suit showed almost as much of her nipples as mine.

The couple was so cute and loving with each other that I felt a pang of jealousy. If only I could find a man that would behave like that with me. When the bubbles stopped, I slid into the water and made my way back to my lounger. As I walked up the steps and out of the pool, two young men coming in my direction began to laugh and point at me. I froze in stunned shock and looked down expecting to see my nipples more obvious than I’d thought.

Instead, I found the reason for their amusement was lower down. While enjoying the intimate massage my swimsuit must have moved and one of my lips and some pubic hair was clearly visible. I squealed in shock and turned, jumping back into the water. The youths continued on their way grinning at me stupidly while I made the necessary adjustments. Once I was satisfied I left the pool again, double checking everything was covered.

The exposure had been humiliating but also somehow exciting. I felt strangely aroused by the fact that these strangers had seen some of the most intimate and private parts of my body and for some perverse reason almost wished more had been visible!

Reaching my lounger, I lay down and was about to cover myself with a towel before deciding not to. I closed my eyes just far enough to make it look like I was sleeping whilst still letting me watch people passing by. It was thrilling to see how some men took the opportunity to stare at my exposed body and I again felt that thrill of excitement and arousal. Was I really attractive enough to make them look?

My confidence also got a boost as I saw that many women walking past with their partners had quite small breasts. Sure, some were very well endowed but there were many others that looked like they didn’t have much more than me up top! Interestingly, the women with smaller breasts also tended to be wearing smaller and more revealing swimsuits. The tops were only very rarely padded and I could see the bumps of their nipples through the thin fabric. The bottoms left even less to the imagination, some leaving the buttocks completely uncovered with just a thin strip of material going between their legs. I vowed that, if I came here again I would buy myself something similar to wear.

After having enough of a rest I went outside and enjoyed the warmth of the sunshine on my skin. The outdoor pool was also fun and had more jets and a kind or circular section with a strong current that carried you around. The pool was too crowded to let me try stimulating myself on a jet again but I enjoyed it nevertheless. I was already very pleased with how my day was going and seeing that women with breasts similar to mine had partners gave me hope that it might be possible for me to find someone as well.

It was getting close to lunchtime when I decided to buy a snack and something to drink. I made my way to the small restaurant located next to the main pool. There was a queue but I was in no rush and again enjoyed being looked at by others. As I waited for my turn, I suddenly heard someone speaking Chinese!

I looked around and saw two Chinese girls and a western man. The girls were speaking to each other in what I recognized as a Beijing dialect, but what interested me more was the fact that the one holding hands with the guy was wearing a swimsuit similar to my own but with one vital difference – it was totally unpadded!

She was shorter than me but otherwise very similar in build. I could clearly see the shape of her almost non-existent breasts and her prominent nipples. I turned away before they caught me staring, but my mind was in turmoil. This girl was Chinese and she didn’t seem to care that everyone could see the size and shape of her breasts and nipples! Even more importantly, despite having breasts much like mine, she had a boyfriend!

My thoughts were antalya escort interrupted as it was my turn to order. I asked for a hotdog and some apple juice. As received my food and sat down I saw that another guy had joined the group. He was also western and it looked like he might be the other girl’s boyfriend.

Listening and watching while I ate my, I heard the girls speaking animatedly about the various slides they’d been on and felt another pang of jealousy as I wished I had someone to accompany me.

I suddenly decided to do something daring. After finishing my meal, I went to the toilet and, after a pee, pulled down my top. The part that covered my breasts had an opening on each side through which you could access the padding. I extracted the two pieces of soggy foam then pulled the suit up again.

The difference was clear to see. Before, there were two bulges shaped like breasts with bumps formed by my nipples. Now, the tight suit moulded itself against my actual breasts, showing their real shape and my two large nipples. I gulped as I imagined going back outside like this. Could I do it?

I was nervous but had made a decision. If the other girl could do it, so could I. I opened left the toilet cubicle and threw the foam padding into the rubbish bin. There was no going back now! Holding my head high I took a deep breath and walked out.

No one screamed or pointed at me, in fact nothing happened at all. I was slightly disappointed that my bravery seemed to be going unnoticed. I went back into the massage pool and instantly felt a difference. The thin fabric rubbing against my nipples was a rather pleasant sensation and I could feel my nipples growing in response.

I swam towards the external jet and, after massaging my neck and shoulders, I turned around and let it hit my breasts. It was incredible! The almost sharp spray of water pelted against my thinly veiled breasts and nipples and I gasped and groaned as that same feeling of pleasure washed over my body. A flood of warmth between my legs made me worry I’d urinated but since I’d only just emptied my bladder so that couldn’t be the cause.

Is it possible that what I was experiencing was the elusive thing my best friend had once described to me? She’d told me that once, while having sex with her boyfriend, she suddenly experienced an amazing feeling of pleasure and that she’d been so embarrassed as she’d wet the bed.

I staggered back on wobbly legs still panting and let myself float on my back. I felt so relaxed and when I tipped my head forwards I saw that my nipples were forming two peaks. I couldn’t remember them ever being this large! The fabric of my suit was being pushed so far off my chest that it formed two large cones. For the first time in my life I actually loved my nipples and felt proud to have them!

I left the pool, walking with my head held high and my back straight. My mother would have been proud of my posture but less so of the display I was giving! I was getting quite a bit of attention from both males and females and I loved it. I suddenly had the crazy wish that I could strip off my suit completely and let everyone see me naked!

When I returned to my lounger, I closed my eyes the same way I’d done previously. The pool was busier now and more people were passing by. I was getting plenty of looks and loved every moment. The excitement of my exposure kept my nipples hard and I felt better than I’d ever felt in my life.

My heartbeat quickened as I saw the two Chinese girls approaching with their boyfriends in tow. They all stared at me as they walked past and I saw one of the girls punch her boyfriend on the arm and say something when she noticed him looking back towards me. I hoped she was jealous of the attention he gave me as it would be the first time anyone was ever jealous of me! The four of them were heading in the direction of the slides and I decided I’d also give it a go before ending the day with a sauna.

I stood up and leaving my towels behind, followed them at a discreet distance. Upon stepping through the doors separating the pools from the slides the noise level increased dramatically and many more kids and teenagers were rushing about. The wave pool was currently working so I made that my first stop. It was fun being buffeted about by the waves and currents and I felt like a child again as I jumped around. Only fathers and older boys seemed to notice my prominent nipples and by keeping my chest above the water I gave them ample opportunity to look.

The next stop was a four lane slide. I stood in the queue surrounded by children and a few adults accompanying them. It was fun to watch the fathers trying to keep an eye on their kids while looking at me at the same time. The slide was great fun and I enjoyed the feeling of the water impacting between my legs. However, with so many young children about, I was careful to ensure nothing was exposed.

As I moved from slide to slide, I began to wonder if any of the men showing an interest in me were actually getting aroused. I’d never seen an adult penis before but I knew roughly how sex worked from studying literature on the subject. Whenever the opportunity arose I took discreet looks trying to see if anything was noticeable but I wasn’t really sure what I was expecting to find.

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This is a work of fiction. It’s a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It’s best to start with part 1.

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After feigning sleep and eavesdropping on my parents it was time to experience being nude properly. I yawned loudly and stretched before opening my eyes.

“Hello sleepy head!” said my mother smiling at me.

I looked at her naked body and still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked.

“About an hour or so” said dad.

My mother asked “How are you feeling, was the drink too strong for you?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, I just nodded off.”

“Probably a combination of jet lag and alcohol!” laughed dad.

“Do you feel up to exploring the resort?”

I hesitated and mum could tell I wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea of being naked amongst others, she quickly added “Or, we could order some room service and just stay up here for a bit.”

“That sounds good and now that you mention food I’m I feeling really hungry.”

Mum smiled and jumped off her sun lounger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body and she smiled as she noticed me watching her every move. She walked into the room with her hips swaying provocatively and my penis quickly hardened. I looked at dad and saw him watching me. He smiled and said quietly “Your mother’s a beautiful woman, don’t be ashamed to show your appreciation!”

I blushed and turned back as I heard mum returning. She walked towards me and handed me a room service menu, she smiled at my erection and said “you seem to be hungry for more than food!”

I was embarrassed but laughed at her joke along with dad. Reading the menu made me even hungrier and I quickly chose a hamburger and chips, with my parents going for a seafood platter. Dad went inside and phoned in our order. My erection remained and I caught mum staring at it a few times before she said “Jack, don’t you want to go and take care of that? Isn’t it getting uncomfortable for you?”

I blushed and asked “Um, you mean masturbate?”

Mum smiled “Yes, or if you want I could help you.”

My mind was racing as the implication of her words sank in. I was about to reply when dad returned “It’ll be about 30 minutes.”

He noticed the tension between the two of us and said “Did I interrupt something?”

“I was just telling Paul he should get some release.”

“Your mother’s right, it’s not good to stay hard for so long.”

I was blushing furiously and stood up muttering “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Jack, wait, don’t be embarrassed it’s perfectly normal and my offer still stands.”

I was tempted to accept but everything was happening too quickly, I shook my head “Thanks, maybe next time.”

I closed the bathroom door and stepped over to the toilet, raising the seat. I put some lotion in my hand and went to work. It felt strange touching myself with my parents just outside, knowing exactly what was going on, but I soon forgot about them and closed my eyes enjoying the sensations. Images of my mother’s naked body flew through my mind and I imagined what it would feel like to have her touching me, would she use her hand or maybe even her mouth? My cock swelled and I moaned as my orgasm hit and I splattered a huge amount of ejaculate into the toilet bowl. I wiped down the errant drops that had hit the lid and seat and then flushed the evidence away. I washed my hands and used a towel to give myself a quick wipe between the legs before returning to the balcony.

I felt embarrassed as I joined my parents but, apart from a quick glance at my now flaccid penis, there was no other reaction. I soon relaxed and began to enjoy myself. We talked about the resort facilities and they told me about what they’d seen so far. Amazingly, I totally forgot the fact that we were all sitting outside naked. A chime sounded and dad said “That must be our food!

He stood up and went inside, returning a few minutes later followed by a slim but curvy young woman pushing a trolley. I panicked for a moment as I realised she would see me naked and made to cover myself. Mum anticipated my reaction and put her hand on my knee, shaking her head and whispering “It’s OK Jack, don’t cover yourself.”

I forced myself to stay as I was and tried to relax. The girl introduced herself as Janet and smiled at us as she pushed a trolley between the sun loungers and then began to convert it into a table. I took the opportunity to study her more closely and realised she was very attractive. Her uniform consisted of a white, buttoned blouse and a rather short black skirt. Her ebony skin was smooth and glistened in the sunlight. As she bent over to retrieve a tray from within the trolley I caught a glimpse of the top of her untethered breasts. They were about the size of a small grapefruit and looked very appealing. If one more button of her shirt was undone I was sure I would have been able to see her nipples.

To my horror I felt the unstoppable onset of another erection as my penis rapidly antalya rus escort inflated. I knew that lying on the lounger would make it unmissable so I quickly sat up, hoping it would not be noticed as it lengthened between my legs. Janet was still busy and thankfully didn’t seem to be aware of my predicament. I observed as she crouched down to retrieve the lowest tray and was treated to a view up her short skirt. Her smooth, slim legs were parted slightly and I could make out the white lacy fabric of her knickers. My cock throbbed and I felt some pre-cum ooze from its tip.

As she stood holding the tray I saw her look at my crotch and smile slightly. I was sure she could see my boner and, although embarrassed, I was also excited by the fact that she was the second woman to see me this way. She continued working but I caught her glancing between my legs a few times and could also detect two obvious bumps in her shirt that I was sure hadn’t been visible earlier. When she was done, she smiled and wished us an enjoyable meal before taking her leave. My eyes followed her as she walked away and I found the view of her curvy bottom encased in in the tight skirt enchanting.

My dirty thoughts of what she would look like naked were interrupted by mum saying “Um, that looks tasty!”

I spun around to find her looking at the plate of food and not Janet’s bottom, despite this I was pretty sure her double entendre had been no accident. This was confirmed when she caught my eye and winked “Janet’s a very pretty girl.”

I blushed and nodded without replying. Dad joined us and we started eating. My burger was delicious and I wolfed it down in record time and then lay back to enjoy my drink. I’d totally forgotten about my erection until dad laughed and said “Wow, I must try the burger next time!”

I laughed and felt so comfortable with my exposure that I made my cock bob about by clenching my pelvic muscles. Mum almost chocked on her food as she laughed while eating and dad quickly handed her a glass of water. She drank rapidly and some of it dripped down her chin and onto her chest. I watched as the drops of water trickled down over the slight bump of her breast and then onto her nipple, tantalisingly hanging there for a moment before falling to her lap.

Dad had been watching the same thing and I held my breath as he leaned over and licked mum’s nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Mum moaned and turned towards him, placing her hand on his head then breathlessly saying “Oh Philip!”

My penis throbbed and released some pre-cum as my parents got more and more intimate in my presence. After a few more sucks, dad pulled back drawing the breast out before he slowly let the engorged nub slip from between his lips. As her breast sprang back I was stunned to see her nipple was now bright red and almost twice the size of the other one. My mouth watered at the sight and I licked my lips wondering if I’d get the opportunity to do the same.

Mum’s face and chest were flushed as she playfully punched dad’s arm “You’re terrible Philip! Now I’m all hot and bothered like Jack!”

We all laughed again and I stretched, enjoying the feeling of absolute freedom. I never could have imagined I’d be so comfortable being naked around my parents and I already knew for a fact that this was a life changing holiday that could only get better. Mum and dad continued eating but they were definitely both acting frisky. There was a lot of touching, feeding each other and kissing and I was pretty sure both of them were getting very aroused. I enjoyed watching them and had to resist the urge to touch myself.

My suspicions were confirmed when they both stood. Dad had a raging boner and both mum’s nipples were erect and her smooth pussy lips looked engorged and moist. “You’ve got to excuse us Jack” said dad, taking mum’s hand and pulling her towards the room. Mum giggled and said “You can watch if you like!”

I was in shock at her suggestion but quickly stood and followed them. Mum was already lying on her back with dad’s face between her legs. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and sat on the edge of my bed staring at them. Mum smiled at me but then closed and eyes and groaned in ecstasy. This was too much for me and I reached for my penis taking some of the liquid dripping from its tip and spreading it over my shaft.

Mum was now moaning continuously and wrapped her legs around dad’s back. She took hold of her nipples and pinched and pulled on them as her body shook. I started stroking in earnest and watched as she got closer and closer to her first peak, letting my cock go as it hit her. She screamed loudly and flopped about on the bed before collapsing and panting. Her legs unclasped and fell to the bed as she still shuddered with some aftershocks. Dad lifted his fluid soaked face from her crotch and sat back with his hard cock protruding before him.

Without acknowledging my presence, he took hold of mum’s spread legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he shuffled forwards. I looked closely belek escort as the tip of his penis made first contact with mum’s pussy. This was it, I was about to witness real sex! Some people may be put off at the thought of seeing their parents make love but not me. It was such a privilege to be allowed to observe the two people in the world that meant the most to me, sharing their love for each other.

Mum’s hand slid forwards and took hold of dad’s cock. She dipped it into her pink opening a few times, collecting some of her fluids, and then rubbed it over the small bump that I recognized as her clitoris. She moaned as she moved it back and forth making the small protrusion appear and disappear. It soon became too much for both of them and dad grunted as he pulled back slightly. Mum responded by moving his cock back to her leaking entrance and releasing it when it was snugly embedded.

I felt mum’s eyes on me as dad pushed forwards but I couldn’t look away from the sight of his thick shaft slowly disappearing within her. My hand resumed pleasuring my own penis as I imagined what it would feel like to penetrate a woman in this way. When dad was all the way in he paused and glanced at me smiling as he saw me stroking myself.

He turned back to mum and pulled out before thrusting in again. I could hear the slap of skin on skin and wet squishing sounds as he repeated this action over and over. Mum started making a kind of growling, purring sound that I’d never heard before. I was extremely erotic and my hand froze, squeezing my shaft tightly as I tried to avoid coming. The volume of the sounds increased as dad raised the tempo of his thrusts. My own crisis averted, I joined in and matched his rhythm as I pumped my own cock. I could tell from their actions that it wouldn’t be long and was proved correct as dad literally began bouncing up and down on mum in an uncontrolled frenzy.

Mum screamed loudly as her second orgasm hit and it was followed by the loud grunting of dad as he froze. His hips twitched as he unleashed his load deep within her. I felt my own orgasm approaching rapidly and jumped to my feet, releasing my cock just as it began to erupt. Considering I’d only come a short while earlier I was surprised by the volume and ferocity of my ejaculation. My cock bobbed up and down as it fired each volley of sperm across the floor between our beds with some even hitting my parents.

My penis remained hard as the last drops oozed out. This had been the greatest orgasm of my life and I stared in wonder as my dad pulled himself off mum. His flagging penis emerged bit by bit, coated in thick white juices and by the time his tip plopped out it was covered by his foreskin and followed by a river of semen. Mum’s pussy remained dilated and looked beautiful, I wanted nothing more than to plunge my face or penis into it but dad beat me to it. I watched with envy as his tongue stretched out, licking from the bottom to the top. Mum gasped and her eyes flew open when she felt his touch.

She started at dad and then looked at me with glassy eyes before they focused on my still erect penis. With a lazy smile on her face, she reached out towards me. I was too far away so I moved closer and once in range her hand grasped my sensitive cock. “Oh…” I gasped as I felt the first touch other than my own. It felt so different and so much better! When she collected some of the still dripping semen and massaged it over the tip I groaned loudly, causing dad to look up.

For a moment I thought he’d be angry seeing his wife touching his son in this way but he smiled and went back to work on mum with renewed vigour, keeping one eye on action. He must have done something right as mum squeezed my cock tightly and moaned “Oh, yes, Philip! Right there!”

She closed her eyes and her body shook in ecstasy. She looked so beautiful and I knew I would never tire of seeing her orgasm, I just wished I could be able to give her such pleasure someday. Her hand released me and she looked totally sated as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. Dad disengaged and looked at me with a grin on his wet face as he licked his lips. He crawled up next to mum and gave her a peck on the cheek before lying down beside her.

I stood looking at my parents as they lay before me and couldn’t get over the love and attraction I felt for them. It was such a privilege to have shared this moment and hoped I could be part of their love making again in the future. Mum smiled at me and shuffled closer to dad, patting the space on the bed next to her “Come and lie down Jack.”

I smiled and did as she asked. Once I was stretched out next to her she rolled onto her side and I felt a nipple touch my arm. She stroked my hair and said “Are you OK?”

I nodded “It was amazing!”

Both of them laughed and dad asked “Have you ever seen anyone make love before?”

“Only on the internet, this is totally different.”

“Better I hope!” said mum.

“Much better, I can’t believe it!”

Mum gave me a kiss on my cheek and draped one leg kepez escort over mine, her thigh bumped against my erection and I could feel her wet pussy on my leg as she said “You’re still so hard, didn’t you come?”

“I did but it was so exciting watching you I didn’t go soft!”

“Can I help you?”

I swallowed and nodded in agreement.

Her hand moved from my head to my cock and she took hold of it and began to gently stroke up and down. “It feels different to yours Philip, the skin is somehow tighter.”

Dad’s head popped up over her shoulder observing her action with interest. He moved a hand onto her hip and slid closer.

I gasped as mum’s fingers moved over my sensitive and rather dry glans. Mum looked at me and said “Sorry, I think you need some lubrication!”

I was expecting her to stop but to my delight she leaned forwards and took the tip of my penis into her mouth. “Ahhhh” I groaned as her tongue lathed across my glans coating it with saliva. When she was done she lay down beside me again and resumed stroking my now slippery penis. Her technique was different to my own but I could tell she knew what she was doing. It wasn’t long before I was panting and thrusting up with my hips. Mum’s timing was impeccable and she squeezed my shaft tightly just as I climaxed. I could feel my penis throb as my third load of the day was shot through the compressed tubes high into the air.

I’d never ejaculated with such force before and it even seemed to impress my parents as both of them said “Wow!” simultaneously. The white fluid shot almost a metre into the air, hung there for a second and then relented to gravity and rained down over my belly, crotch and legs. The next shot was equally impressive with the third only oozing over mum’s hand. She relaxed her grip and my organ slowly tipped over as it began to soften. I watched as mum moved her hand to her mouth and carefully licked every drop of my semen from it. “Ummm, it tastes just like yours Philip, just a bit sweeter.”

I was even more surprised when her hand returned and her fingers scooped some more off my belly and then offered it to dad. He didn’t hesitate and sucked her fingers before saying “You’re right, it tastes really good.”

“How about we shower together and then go for a look around?” said Mum.

Dad and I were in agreement and we got off the bed together. Mum took my hand and then dads and pulled us into the bathroom. The large shower had plenty of space for all three of us. Mum started off washing me and it felt great having her rub shower gel all over me taking special care to wash my penis and even between my ass cheeks. When she was done I helped dad soap her up. He did her back and I took care of her front. It was the first opportunity I had to actually touch her properly and I loved the feeling of her soft slick skin beneath my fingers. I could tell she was enjoying it almost as much as I was, especially when I played with her nipples and between her legs.

Of course my penis recovered and was fully erect again when the shower was over, dad laughed “Ah, the joy of youth, those were the days!”

We dried each other and then went outside to pack up the room service trolley. Even though it was performed naked with my parents, the mundane task made my erection fade and it was barely noticeable under my robe. After putting on hats and sun glasses we were good to go. We left the trolley outside our door and then headed for the lifts. I was nervous but excited at the same time as I realised I was soon to be naked amongst strangers. After having just experienced such intimacy with my parents this should be a walk in the park (excuse the pun!) and I was confident I could handle it.

My heartrate increased as we stepped out of the lift one level below the lobby. My parents led the way to a changing area with lockers operated using our room card. They quickly removed their robes and hung them up. “Come on son, time to get naked!” said dad as he waited for me to hand him my robe. I took a deep breath and removed my only covering. It felt strange standing in a semi-public place naked and I looked around nervously as dad grabbed some towels. Mum put her hand on my shoulder and said “Relax Jack, I promise you’ll enjoy this!”

I nodded and she asked “Do you want to visit the pool first or head for the beach?”

Thinking back to the photos I’d taken earlier of the pool, and the number of people I’d seen there, I opted for the beach thinking it would be less crowded. Mum took dad and me by the hand as we walked out of the building into the bright sunshine. We followed the signage to the beach and after about a minute encountered the first other guests. Mum squeezed my hand and whispered “Just relax” as they came closer.

With sunglasses hiding my eyes I was free to look closely. There were five of them walking towards the hotel and they seemed to be together. In the lead was a couple that looked to be in their fifties. The man was balding and rather overweight with a large patch of greying pubic hair above a rather small uncut penis and equally hairy, loosely dangling balls. His partner was more pleasant to look at. Her large breasts swung slightly as she walked and were topped by surprisingly small nipples. Between her legs she was hairless and her pussy was just a crack with no visible lips. Judging by their seamless tans and confident walk they were seasoned nudists.

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Disclaimer: this story involves cuckolding. All characters are over the age of 18.

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Part 1: Meeting Chloe

I was nervous. I had just moved halfway across the country, leaving the hometown I had lived in my entire life. I wasn’t sure what to expect from college. I was excited to be on my own, but as a shy, geeky, somewhat effeminate boy, I was scared that I might not fit in.

I was lucky to have parents who paid for me to live in my own apartment, even as a freshman. It was pretty small, but it was just a five minute walk from campus. Still, I was worried that living on my own would keep me from making friends. Most of the freshmen would be living in dorms together, hanging out with the other kids on their floor and going to parties together.

Even though I was shy, I was determined to make at least one friend at my freshman orientation. I arrived at the auditorium where all the freshmen were expected to gather and took a seat, nervously scanning the room. I nodded and said “hi” softly to the guy sitting next to me, who said “hey” back but quickly turned to the person sitting on the other side of him.

Looking around the room, I froze as I saw the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen walk into the auditorium. She was about 5’6″ and had blonde, shoulder-length hair and a cute, bright smile. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a thin, pink tank top that showed about an inch of her midriff. Her black bra was visible through the tight-fitting tank top, which revealed plenty of cleavage from her C-cup breasts. I saw several guys stop and stare as she walked in.

As she looked around, she noticed the empty seat next to me and started walking toward me. I couldn’t believe my luck! This hot girl came and sat down right next to me, smiling at me and saying, “Hi! I’m Chloe.”

“Oh, uh, um, hi,” I stammered. “I’m Noah.”

“Nice to meet you, Noah,” she said.

I couldn’t believe this girl was talking to me. We chatted for a few minutes, telling each other where we were from and what our majors were. I couldn’t help but keep glancing down at her cleavage, it was so on display. As she was telling me about what classes she had signed up for, she leaned forward, and I couldn’t help but stare at her perky tits. She paused for a second, and I looked up at her. She had clearly caught me. I felt myself turning red, and started stammering an apology. She just giggled and touched my arm. “Don’t worry about it, Noah, I know guys like to look at my body.”

“Oh…uh…” I didn’t know what to say, looking all around the room to avoid peeking at her cleavage again.

She laughed. “You’re cute.”

“I…uh…I am?” I said, stunned.

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “In, like, a baby-faced, prettyboy kind of way. I actually thought you might be gay when I sat down, but I can see by how much you like staring down my shirt that you’re not.”

“I, uh, I’m sorry, I just…” I started, but she just giggled and touched my arm again.

The orientation started, and we turned our attention to the speakers. As we listened, I noticed Chloe jot something down on a strip of paper and then slide it to me. I picked it up and read it: “Let’s hang out sometime, cutie.” She had drawn a little smiley face and then added her phone number. I looked at her, stunned, but she just smiled back at me and smiled. I nodded enthusiastically, folded the paper, and put it in my pocket.

My plan to make a friend at orientation went better than I ever could have expected!

Part 2: Our First Date

I called Chloe a couple days after we met, making myself wait so that I didn’t seem to desperate. She seemed excited to get my call and we arranged a date for that weekend – dinner and a movie. I couldn’t believe it! This incredibly hot girl was actually interested in me.

That weekend, we went to a restaurant on campus. I got there first and was seated at a table. After a few minutes of waiting, in walked Chloe, wearing the most stunning blue dress I’d ever seen. It clung nicely to her thin body, showcasing her cleavage and her smooth, long legs. As she walked to the table, I stood up and hugged her nervously, getting a thrill from touching her. She giggled at my excitement and we sat down.

The conversation flowed smoothly between us – we discussed our backgrounds, our majors, our hobbies and interests, and so on.

After a short lull in the conversation, Chloe smiled and asked me, “So…have you ever been in a serious relationship before?”

“Oh, uh, no,” I said, embarrassed. “I wasn’t, like, super popular in high school.”

“Oh…” Chloe said. I couldn’t read her reaction. She smiled again. “So, does that mean that you’re, like, a virgin?”

I blushed, a little stunned she was asking me such a personal question on our first date. “Uh…well…yeah,” I admitted.

“Oh,” Chloe said. “Well, that’s okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Um…what about you?” I said, wanting to change the subject. “You must’ve had lots of guys interested in you in high antalya sınırsız escort school.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Chloe said. “I only had one regular boyfriend though…Ethan.” When she said his name, she looked off a little dreamily.

“Oh…” I said, not sure how to respond. “Um, why did you break up?”

“Well, he’s going to a different college now. But also, um, we always had kind of an off-and-on relationship,” she said. “Very…passionate.”

“Oh…” I said, getting uncomfortable.

“Yeah…” She looked away, lost in thought. “He was, like, really hot…on the football team. He was just, so…mmmm.”

I looked down uncomfortably, feeling myself turning red.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she laughed.

“Uh, it’s okay,” I said.

She smiled. “Anyway, you don’t have to worry. I’m ready for a different kind of relationship now. Ethan was very, uh, cocky. I’m looking for something with somebody who’s a little sweeter…like you.”

I smiled at her. “Uh, thanks.”

That awkward conversation aside, the rest of the date went great. We went to the movie, and as we watched, she slid her hand into mine, holding it tightly, and leaned her head on my shoulder. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

At the end of the night, I walked her home. As we stood in front of her place, I looked her in the eyes and said, “I had a great time tonight. Can I call you again?”

She smiled. “Definitely. You’re so sweet.” She leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on the lips that lasted several seconds. I felt a thrill all through my body. “Good night,” she said. I watched her walk into her building, her cute little butt swaying back and forth.

Part 3: Chloe Spends the Night

A few nights later, I received a text on my phone. It was from Chloe: “wanna watch a movie at your place? ;)”

Obviously, I immediately texted back, “Yeah, sounds great!” and set up a time. I didn’t want to make any assumptions, but I felt like I had a really good chance of sleeping with this hot girl!I felt my pants swell.

A few hours later, she arrived at my apartment. I opened the door, finding her in a pair of loose-fitting pajama shorts and a baggy college sweater, holding a couple of DVDs. She looked so cute and sexy. I had put on a nice pair of jeans and an untucked, button-up shirt, trying to look cool.

“Hi,” she said, smiling at me.

“Uh, hi,” I said. “Come on in.”

She walked inside, looking around. “Nice apartment!” she said.

I made some popcorn and got Chloe a Diet Coke. We sat down on my couch and made conversation for a while, seeing how our first week at college was going – making schedules, buying textbooks, all that kind of stuff. After a while we put on the movie.

As we started watching, Chloe quickly moved up next me, cuddling against me as I put my arm around her. I carefully placed my hand on her arm, not wanting to make any moves that might offend her.

The movie continued. After a while, I felt Chloe’s hand moving up and down my thigh. I felt my hard-on straining against my jeans, and soon enough, Chloe felt it too. Her hand on my crotch startled me, and I jumped a little, making a surprised sound.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Chloe said, moving away from me a little.

“No, no, it’s okay, it’s okay,” I said, embarrassed.

She smiled. “Yeah?” she said. “Sure you’re ready for this?”

I nodded as she stared into my eyes. Her hand slid up my thigh again, then firmly grasped my throbbing erection through my jeans. She smiled, leaned into me, and we started making out.

My hands started moving all up and down her body, hesitantly at first, then eagerly. As we made out, she straddled me and started unbuttoning my shirt. My hands slid under her sweater and I discovered she was not wearing a bra. I let out a moan as I squeezed her breast. She pulled off my shirt, then quickly removed her sweater, revealing her amazing, perky tits to me.

“Take your pants off,” Chloe whispered sexily in my ear, then stood up in front of me. I quickly fumbled around with my jeans and removed them, keeping my underwear on. Chloe reached down and allowed my hard-on to pop out. She looked at my 7-inch erection thoughtfully and said, “Hmm. Not bad.” She dropped her pajama shorts and her perfect body was now completely naked in front of me. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening!

“You have a condom?” she asked me. I quickly reached into a drawer in an end table and pulled one out. She smiled. “Put it on.” I tore the condom open and, after a little bit of fumbling around and trying to figure it out, I slid it onto me.

She giggled at my obvious excitement, then straddled me again and we made out for a while. My cock rubbed tantalizingly against her thighs and pussy. “I’m so wet for you, Noah,” she moaned. Finally, she slid down on my cock. I had never felt anything so intense.

“Mmm,” Chloe said, looking down at me as she lowered herself all the döşemealtı escort way down. “This is gonna be fun.”

She rose up on my cock again, then back down. I groaned, and then, suddenly- “Ohhhhh, oh fuck,” I groaned.

Chloe stopped, feeling my cock pulsing. I couldn’t believe it – I had cum after two thrusts. “Oh…” she said, clearly disappointed. She lifted herself off of me.

I was so embarrassed. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I said.

She smiled at me sweetly. “It’s okay, it was your first time,” she comforted me, rubbing my hand. “Maybe we can try again later?”

I looked at her hopefully. “Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind staying?” I said.

“Of course not,” she said.

I went and cleaned myself off and put some comfy clothes on. After a while, we tried again, but the same thing happened! I couldn’t believe it. She was obviously disappointed again, but again comforted me and said that once I got used to the feeling I’d be able to last longer.

Part 4: Ethan Gets a Transfer

I was pretty humiliated by my first sexual experience. I assumed Chloe wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore, but to my surprise, she texted me a couple days later asking if I wanted to go out on another date. Happily, I accepted.

We continued dating like that for the next several weeks. She started hanging out more often at my apartment, and we continued having sex. She was right, at first – as I got used to having sex with her, I did start lasting longer – but I maxed out at about 10 minutes, usually less. I could see she never orgasmed. She started encouraging me to eat her out more often, which I did. I developed a talent for making her cum that way, which made me happy, but I still wished I could fuck her better.

This continued for a couple of months. Then, one day, as Chloe was sitting on my couch scrolling through her phone, she exclaimed, “Oh my god!”

I turned my attention away from the TV show I was watching and asked her, “What’s up?”

“You remember me telling you about Ethan, my boyfriend from high school?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. How could I forget the faraway look on her face when she described her hot, football-playing boyfriend?

“I can’t believe it!” she said. “He got a transfer here!”

I looked at her, stunned. “To this school? He’s gonna come here?” I asked, nervously.

“Yeah, in January! Oh my god!” she said. She was clearly stunned, but also excited.

“Um…wow…that’s…interesting,” I said, not sure how to react.

“Yeah…” she said, looking off into the distance thoughtfully. Then she kind of snapped out of it, looked at me, and smiled. “You okay?” she asked.

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “I can’t believe you’ll get to meet him! I promise you’ll like him.”

I nodded. This wasn’t exactly thrilling news to me, but I took it in stride.

As the weeks went by, I tried to see any changes in Chloe’s attitude for me, worried she would break up with me so that she could get back with Ethan when he moved here. But she seemed as interested in me as ever – we hung out together more and more, going to bars and parties together, making friends, and just hanging out at my apartment. Our sex life didn’t improve, but it did continue, which I felt extremely lucky about.

Finally, winter break rolled around. We were both traveling home for the next couple weeks, but I knew that when we returned, Ethan would be there too. In fact, Chloe had convinced me to host a party the weekend we all got back – she didn’t say it was a party for Ethan or anything, but as we were putting together the list of friends we should invite, she made sure to note that he’d be here by then and the party would be a good time to meet him. I reluctantly agreed, trying not to let petty jealousies inflame me.

Part 5: Ethan Comes to Our Party

Winter break passed, and we all returned to school. Chloe and I were happy to reunite. I was so excited to be back with her, I only lasted a couple of minutes when we had sex, but only after I had eaten her pussy to an orgasm.

The day of the party arrived. A few of our friends who were over 21 had stocked my fridge with beer and liquor. Chloe wore a very sexy white sundress with a flowers on it. Thin white straps held up the low-cut top of the dress, which cupped her breasts nicely. The bottom went down to the middle of her thigh. It was loose enough that if she moved right, you could catch glimpses of the white lacy panties she was wearing.

Friend started flowing in, and we were all having a great time. Chloe and I had made a lot of good friends since the start of the year, from classes and student groups and whatnot. I was a little nervous about Ethan coming, but I tried not to let it worry me too much.

After we’d all had a couple drinks, Ethan finally arrived. I was talking to a group of friends from one of my classes, as I heard a squeal from the other side of the room. It was Chloe, konyaaltı escort who had opened the door to find Ethan on the other side. “Ethan!” she cried. There he was – a tall, brown-haired jock wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Ethan’s muscular arms went around her sides and he easily picked her small body up in the air for a few seconds before setting her down gently. As he entered the room, I could see them excitedly greeting each other, but couldn’t make out everything they were saying.

I tried re-focusing on the conversation I’d been having with my friends, but I was always keeping an eye on Chloe, who was taking Ethan around, introducing him to our friends. She and Ethan were both beaming, clearly happy to be reunited. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

After Chloe and Ethan made their way through a lot of our friends, they got to me and the friends I was speaking to. “Hey, baby,” Chloe said to me. “This is Ethan! Ethan, this is my boyfriend, Noah.” As she introduced him, she put her hand on his arm and gave it a little squeeze.

“Hey, man,” Ethan said with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

He held his hand out and I shook it. His grip was very firm. “Uh, hey, nice to meet you, Ethan.”

Chloe introduced Ethan to our other friends there. We made a little bit of small talk. I saw Chloe looking Ethan up and down and biting her lower lip a couple times, which obviously made me feel uncomfortable, but I tried not to let jealousy get the best of me.

After a few minutes, Chloe said there were a few more friends she wanted to introduce Ethan to, and they wandered off to continue mingling.

“So, uh, that’s her ex-boyfriend?” one of my friends asked me.

I sighed. “Yeah…”

“Damn,” my friend said. “That’s some bad luck.”

I tried to act like I wasn’t bothered. “What do you mean?”

He scoffed a little. “Come on, dude,” he said. I just looked at him. “Let’s just say, I’d keep an eye on them if I were you.”

I definitely followed his advice, never going more than a minute without glancing over to see what they were up to. After a while, they sat down on my couch together, their backs to me. Somebody else sat on the couch with them, and a group of friends formed a little circle sitting on the floor around them. Nothing out of the ordinary, although Ethan’s arm was up on the couch, around Chloe’s shoulders.

I kept talking to another circle of friends standing near the kitchen, making sure to stand where I could see Chloe and Ethan. But after a while, I got distracted by some friends who wanted me to make drinks for them. I tried to make them as quickly as I could, but then realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I rushed to finish the drinks, handed them to my friends, then scurried to the bathroom.

When I came back out, it had been maybe 10 minutes since I had seen what Chloe and Ethan were doing. I walked into the kitchen and looked over at the couch in the living room. I didn’t see Chloe, but Ethan was, for some reason, on his knees on the couch kind of leaning forward on his arms.

My heart started beating faster, and I quickly walked over to the living room. A lot of my friends saw me as I approached and I could see the “oh shit” looks on their faces. When I got to the couch, I saw Chloe, lying on her stomach, as Ethan gave her a massage, kneeling on the couch and straddling her legs. I froze, and the circle of friends around Chloe and Ethan quieted down.

“Uh, hey, what’s going on, guys?” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, hey, baby,” Chloe said, kind of groaning the words as Ethan lightly rubbed her shoulders with his strong hands. “Ethan, stop for a second.”

Ethan stopped his massage, bringing his hands down to rest gently on her lower back.

Chloe turned her head toward me and said, “Noah, I was just saying that my back kind of hurt from all the jogging I do, and Ethan was saying he’s majoring in sports medicine and they taught him a lot about massaging muscles and stuff, so I asked if he could give me a massage.”

“She’s real tight back here, dude, just thought I could help her out,” Ethan said, bringing his hands to her bare upper back and beginning to lightly rub.

I felt myself turning red. Some of my friends looked slightly stunned, some of them had little smiles on their faces I could tell they were trying to suppress. “Um…I mean…” I said, not quite knowing what to say. I could only stare at Ethan’s muscular body, basically on top of Chloe, thinking about all the great sex Chloe said they had. “So…you’re just gonna give her a massage…here…on my couch?”

“I mean, it’s not the ideal conditions. She’s wearing this dress, for one, and we don’t have a massage bed,” Ethan said. “But I can still do a pretty good job here.”

I was pretty sure I heard somebody snicker.

“Mmmm, it feels sooo amazing,” Chloe said.

His hands moved lower, rubbing the middle of her back through her dress, then moving down to just above her butt. “Feel it right there?” he said.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s good,” she kind of moaned.

“Um…” I said. “I don’t really think you guys should be…” I just kind of trailed off.

Chloe looked up at me. “Sweetie, this is like a professional massage and I’m getting it for free. Why would I turn that down?”

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Cindy was about to walk into a room of strangers wearing just a thong and high heels. Before she arrived in NYC Cindy had had only one boyfriend and was quite naive. So much had changed in such a short time. Cindy’s thoughts continued to drift back to her first week at the office. It was a week when she took a big leap forward in her career, a week that had changed her life forever.

When Cindy woke up for her 5th day of work, she was a bit overwhelmed by all that had happened over the previous four days. Her mind raced as she remembered how nervous she was on her first day, how she learned she would have to dress in very sexy outfits at work. She thought about how the men at the office had all seen so much of her body, how at various times had their hands all over her, and how she had kissed most of them. She thought of Tony, one of her bosses, who was very strict with her, and who had penetrated Cindy with his fingers on two occasions. Cindy was very wet as she lay in bed with these thoughts and she shuddered with anticipation at the thought of having to see Tony again that morning before the others arrived.

Finally Cindy thought of the previous day, when she had landed a new account by pleasing a new client in his office. Cindy felt a bit of shame as she remembered having the man’s small cock in her mouth, but quickly brightened as she remembered how pleased her colleague James was with her. The two of them had such a great time at dinner when James had taken her out to celebrate at a very nice steakhouse. The restaurant, where James dined often, had served her lots of wine even though she was not old enough to drink. The waiter had been very impressed with her little maid outfit. Finally, after dinner James had driven her to a quiet spot so they could be alone. He had her remove her outfit in the car, then fucked her from behind while she knelt on all fours for him.

Until last night, Cindy had only fucked one other man, her boyfriend back home. Although she had loved her boyfriend, she knew now he was an inferior lover. James had known just what to do to make her feel good. She loved feeling his big hands firmly on her hips as he thrust in and out of her. Before he left to return home to his wife, James had told her how beautiful she was. Cindy agreed that this should be their secret.

Cindy realized she had been daydreaming too long, and jumped out of bed and ran towards the bathroom for a shower. Her roommate Stephanie had seen her run out of her room and catcalled with questions abut where she had been last night. Cindy was embarrassed. She told Stephanie she was in a hurry, but Stephanie pushed for details. Cindy suggested she could buy Stephanie lunch since it was a half day (summer Friday) at the office. They agreed Stephanie would come by and they would head out then.

Cindy sprinted from the bus to work and arrived just before 8am. She knew Tony would not tolerate her being late. Cindy grabbed the outfit that had been chosen for her today. When Cindy had been told she would have to dress like a Hooters waitress on Friday she had almost protested, especially since the outfit did not include the stockings that all the Hooters girls wore. She had thought better of it, however, when she remembered that a key part of her role was to brighten the office. Cindy knew such an outfit was not normally appropriate for an office, but she had to follow the rules of this office while she got her career going.

Presently Cindy rushed into Tony’s office. He was sitting at his desk, wearing a blue suit. Tony was the only person at the office who insisted on wearing suits. Tony gave Cindy a condescending look.

“Perhaps you should knock first Cindy?”

Cindy laughed nervously, then saw that Tony was serious. She meekly went back to the door and knocked.

“Come in Cindy.” Tony said seriously.

Cindy walked over to the desk.

“So…tell me what you came here for Cindy.” Tony said looking her in the eyes.

“I…ummm…well you told me I should…to change her in the morning?” Cindy was genuinely confused.

Tony said nothing and Cindy nervously filled the silence. “So…I came here to change for you? I mean…into this outfit?”

Tony continued to look at her and Cindy felt even more awkward. “…or…whatever you tell me?”

Tony smiled a bit at that. “Good girl. You may change for me.”

Cindy thanked Tony, and as she did so she realized she was thanking her boss for being allowed to strip for him. She pulled off her shirt and pulled down her pants quickly so that she was standing in front of Tony in just a bra and panties. Cindy watched Tony carefully as he took her body in, trying hard to ensure she was doing as he wished.

Tony nodded slightly and Cindy took her Hooters shirt and pulled it over her head. It was extremely tight and she had a little difficulty getting it over her tits. When she did Tony spoke quietly, “The bra doesn’t work with that, you’ll have to do without.”

Cindy almost let muratpaşa escort out a sigh as she realized he was telling her she’d have to go bra-less at the office all day in this tight white shirt. She did as she was told though, lifting the shirt and removing the bra. Her pink nipples, currently very erect, were clearly visible through the shirt now, and Cindy shivered with the idea that she would be exposing them to all her colleagues throughout the day.

Cindy started to put the shorts on but even before she pulled them up she realized there was a problem. The shorts were so tiny that he panties were going to bunch up or show through them. Cindy chastised herself for not wearing a thong. She had meant to buy thongs given the office attire she was expected to wear, but she had been so darn busy.

Cindy pulled the shorts up and tried to make it work, but she knew it wasn’t going to.

“I…ummm…don’t think I can wear the panties under these” Cindy said softly.

Tony nodded the slightest encouragement for Cindy’s proactivity, and then watched as Cindy struggled to keep her balance while taking the shorts back off. Cindy took a breath in before removing her panties as well. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to being naked in front of her fully clothed boss like this.

“You look so good like that Cindy. Perhaps one day they will decide you don’t need an outfit at all.”

Cindy blushed on top of her existing blush. She paused before putting the shorts on as she could see Tony was enjoying taking her in. Finally she decided it would be ok to put the shorts on. She could feel how wet she was and knew Tony could see her pussy lips part as she put them over one leg, then the other. Cindy wondered if Tony would finger her again today. So far he had barely moved, he just watched her intently and impassively.

“Turn around for me.” Tony said calmly after Cindy had managed to put the shorts on. They were so tiny Cindy wondered if her cameltoe would be visible for everyone. She knew her ass was mostly exposed as she presented it to her boss.

“Oh, they are going to love you today in this Cindy.” Tony said as he stroked her ass cheek. Cindy shook with anticipation as she felt her boss’ hand on her.

“Why don’t you…” Tony was interrupted by a quick knock on the office door, then the door swung open.

“Tony!” a well dressed man Cindy have never seen exclaimed. “Nobody was her so I let myself in. I see you have your hands full.”

Tony’s hands were still on Cindy’s bottom. Cindy reflexively pulled away and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Ben, you’re early.” Tony said. “This is Cindy.”

Ben put his hand out and Cindy shook it awkwardly.

“Nice to meet you doll. Bit early for wings.”

Cindy stared blankly at Ben. He was older than Tony but tall, fit and attractive. He smirked at her with confidence. Cindy noticed Ben was looking at her tits and finally realized he was referring to her Hooters outfit. She laughed nervously at his joke.

“Cindy, I’ll need you to step out so Ben and I can meet, but first why don’t you give him a proper hug. I heard you can be quite affectionate.”

Cindy wasn’t sure what exactly Tony had ‘heard’, but she saw Ben smiling and waiting for a hug and obediently fell into his arms. The man who had known her for all of 60 seconds proceeded to pull her close and help himself to grope the same ass cheeks he saw Tony stroking moments ago. Cindy could feel Ben’s hardness push against her, and impulsively pushed herself against him. She which was already very wet and felt confused by how fast things were happening. Cindy buried her face in the man’s chest as she tried to shake the thoughts in her head.

Ben seemed to take Cindy’s reactions as an invitation. He roughly put one big hand down her shorts and took all of one ass cheek in it. Cindy yelped involuntarily. She wanted to pull away immediately, but a small part of her was anxious to see what would happen next so she stayed pushed against him. Suddenly they all heard Ed whistling in the hallway. The door was shut but Cindy’s heart beat fast, as if she might be caught doing something wrong.

“Ben, I think that’s enough affection for you!” Tony said, more animated than usual.

Ben released Cindy reluctantly and Tony told her she should get to work. Cindy scrambled to gather her clothes and picked up her shoes. She realized her shorts were still lowered and awkwardly reached back to pull them off before she thanked Tony and Ben and left.

Cindy walked barefoot towards her cubicle, but Ed saw her before she got there.

“Good morning darling, you’re in a bit early!”

Cindy stammered a little and could feel her face flush.

“Wow, you look very pretty in that Cindy!” Ed said while eyeing her up and down. Aren’t we lucky to have a girl like you working for us?”

“Thank you Ed”, Cindy said gratefully. She added hesitantly, “I…ummm…still antalya anal yapan escort have to get used to these outfits.”

“Aww, you look great in it darling. You might want to wear shoes though!”

Cindy blushed brighter as Ed continued. “You really are a doll. Cindy, would you mind helping out Junior when he gets in?”

“Of course” Cindy answered, eager as always to please. “What does he need?”

“He needs to learn about how to treat a woman!” Ed exclaimed. “Why don’t both of you drop by my office when he gets in?”

Ed didn’t wait for an answer, he simply patted Cindy on her bum and walked away to his office.

Cindy finally got to her cubicle and caught her breath. The day was off to another adventurous start she thought to herself. Although she has dressed in some pretty revealing outfits since joining the company Monday, Cindy felt even more naked today as she looked down and saw her nipples protruding through her tight t shirt and her bare legs. Cindy closed her eyes and enjoyed the silence, and tried to remember the meditation she had once learned in yoga class. Some minutes passed but she could not focus. Cindy realized she was still barefoot so she put her sneakers on, then bent over to put her clothes away in a drawer.

Cindy heard a whistle, then a “Wow!”

She turned her head and saw Danny walking in, looking right at her ass, taking a picture with his phone. Cindy realized she was exposing most of her ass cheeks in the tiny orange shorts as she bent over. She wondered if he could see she wasn’t wearing panties. God, she was wet. She would have to be more careful today.

“Give me a hug little one.” Danny said as Cindy stood up.

Cindy didn’t hesitate. In her fifth day she had a pretty good idea of the expectations in the office. She walked over and embraced Danny. Although he had called her little, she was actually taller than his five feet of height and Danny’s head rested on the top of her tits when she held him. Cindy allowed him to grope both her ass cheeks as he told her how sexy she looked.

“Cindy, you’re so sweet, I wish…”

Danny was interrupted by Ed Jr. arriving. Ed looked rather disheveled in a sports jacket too big for him.

“Morning Danny, morning Cindy.”

He looked at Cindy and began to stammer as he checked out her legs and saw Danny’s hand on her bottom.

“I…ummm…”

“Oh, Ed, your father wants to see you. Us actually.”

Ed looked concerned, Danny looked disappointed. Ed followed Cindy down the hall to his father’s office rather like a child going to see the principal.

“Junior! Glad you could make it in boy!”

Ed Junior mumbled something Cindy couldn’t understand and shook his father’s hand. Ed tousled his 18 year old son’s hair.

“This boy Cindy…he is all his mama’s!”

Cindy was quiet, unsure what to say.

“He hasn’t had a date for months, he has no way with the ladies” Ed said with some derision in his voice. He brightened, “Junior, Cindy has agreed to help you out. Lucky you, right?”

Father and son both eyed Cindy up and down. Cindy shuffled her feet as she stood before him in her tiny shorts and tight t shirt. The boy nodded as he stared at Cindy’s tits longingly.

Cindy felt herself getting wet again. She didn’t want either of these men…but there was something about the way they were looking that excited her. She knew that all the men in the office enjoyed seeing her in the little outfits, but it occurred to her that they all…wanted her. They were experienced businessmen, but she realized that they were probably fantasizing about her. Cindy was glad she had something that would help her boost her career. Her thoughts went to last night in James’ car, but she felt herself getting wetter and tried to stop the thoughts. She realized that while she had been daydreaming she had been asked a question by Ed and tried to replay it in her head. She knew he was waiting for an answer so she smiled and nodded.

“Good…thank you Cindy. OK Junior, show her how you would kiss her.”

Cindy was a little surprised, but she let Junior clumsily and tentatively take her in his arms and push his lips against hers. Ed Junior did not grope her ass, but he was a poor kisser. He kept his mouth mostly closed and pushed too hard. When he pulled away Cindy rolled her eyes slightly without thinking about it.

“Ok, no need to even ask her. Junior, that was a terrible kiss. Cindy, do you mind if I show him how it’s done?”

Cindy could hardly refuse now, so she nodded sweetly. The older man held out his hand and when Cindy took it he pulled her against him. Ed was very confident, and when he leaned in to make out with Cindy it was immediately obvious he knew what he was doing. Cindy closed her eyes and imagined James kissing her again. Ed took the opportunity to run his hands over Cindy’s much handled ass cheeks. Finally he broke antalya merkez escort the kiss.

“Were you watching Junior? I can tell you Cindy knows how to kiss…maybe let her lead.”

Junior walked over to Cindy who was still a little disoriented by the first swap in partners. He looked down at her, and she realized he did indeed want her to lead. Cindy again imagined the boy was James as she put her hands on his cheeks and kissed him. Cindy gave him a little tongue and he opened his mouth obligingly. Cindy imagined she was James and the boy was her and she kissed him a bit more aggressively. She felt his hard cock now pressing into her and reflectively stopped the kiss and stepped away.

“Wow,” the older man remarked as Cindy looked at the boy’s wide eyes. “Didn’t we get you a good teacher Junior?”

Junior stammered ascent and the man noted the tent in the boy’s pants with a laugh. “Ah, Cindy, you might have to take care of that for the poor kid.”

Cindy froze, wondering if she understood the man correctly.

“Oh, and I should have said, this is not company business, just a personal favor. I’ll give you a little extra for your help.”

Cindy thanked him, but she was wondering if he meant for the kissing lesson or something more.

“Well, take it out for her boy. Cindy’s a good girl she’s not going to help you out if you just stand there waiting.”

Cindy noticed the Eddie’s hands were shaking a little as he unzipped his ill-fitting pants and took out a fairly impressive sized cock. Cindy felt bad for him, and didn’t want to humiliate him in front of his father. She sighed a small sigh and reached down to grab the boy’s cock.

Cindy felt confident giving a hand-job. She had given her boyfriend almost twenty before she finally let him fuck her. Cindy felt wistful for a moment remembering her old boyfriend, and she wondered what he was doing back in Eureka. She decided that she would imagine jacking off her boyfriend rather than Eddie, and that she would imagine they were back in his car, rather than an office with a father watching.

Cindy pumped from the shaft the way she knew her boyfriend liked it. She spit on her hand to make it slide easier just like she had back home. Gosh, was it really wasn’t that long ago. She was just getting into a nice, slow rhythm when she realized Junior was about to spurt. Cindy instinctively pointed the cock away from her, and the boy came in spasms on to the floor.

Despite not having to overly exert herself, Cindy was a little out of breath as she released Junior’s cock and stood up. Junior thanked Cindy sincerely, then scrambled to clean up his mess with some kleenex from his father’s desk.

“My Cindy, you are much better at this than I imagined. Watching you in that little outfit has got me rather excited as well. Would you mind?”

Cindy was taken aback. She wondered for a moment what would happen if she refused. She was doing so well with her career at this company and she certainly didn’t want to lose the opportunity. But she couldn’t give out handjobs all day. She convinced herself that this was a special occasion. She should probably understand that Ed would get worked up after kissing her then watching her bend over in the tiny shorts to give a handjob. Perhaps as she was at the company longer they would allow her to wear more sophisticated outfits.

Cindy told Ed that she would be glad to help if he needed and Ed quickly took his cock out of his pants. Cindy noted how it was similar to his son’s. Not as hard though. Cindy walked over and when she squeezed it she saw it harden a little immediately. Ed’s cock was thicker than his son’s, more like James’. Cindy spit on her hand and stroked the way she had taught herself to. Ed reinforced her actions with moans. Cindy stroked it back and forth. She was not imagining she was somewhere else, she was very aware that she was bent over in a tiny outfit, with her boss’ cock in her hands. Ed seemed to be enjoying, but she could feel him softening when she slowed. Cindy sped up but after a while that also failed and he began to soften in her little hand. Cindy remembered this had happened with her teacher in high school and realized what she had to do. She knelt before her boss and took his cock into her mouth. Ed became fully hard immediately. Cindy closed her eyes to remember what it was like when she gave her first blow job to her teacher after class one late afternoon. He had been very patient with her, teaching her exactly how he wanted it. Cindy remembered hearing her classmates outside while she had been on her knees with their teacher. She tried to remember how many times she had done this. She had never told anybody, especially her boyfriend. It had been a secret, just like with James, she thought.

Suddenly she realized Ed was about to cum. Cindy knew from her teacher that she should swallow it all, and she tried her best as her boss grabbed her hair and began shooting into her mouth. She choked a little but managed to get it all. Ed finally pulled out and Cindy stayed on her knees a moment, trying to ground herself.

Cindy, you are the best.” Ed said. “We are so lucky to have you here.”

Ed reached down and helped her up. He was always a gentleman Cindy thought. Her boyfriend was much less sophisticated than the men in New York, and never even held the door for her.

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