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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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Author’s Note: This has been intentionally written to work as a stand-alone story, as I know many prefer one-shots. However, it is also the fourth chapter of my ‘Adventures in Teenage Hormones’ series, so if you like it feel free to check out the others. The following is based on real events, though the details are fictionalised.

Disclaimer: this story took place towards the end of Year 13 (the US equivalent of which being high school senior year) and so all characters are 18 or over.

*****

“I’ve been looking forward to this all day.”

“I know, me too, I’m so horny.” Annie’s voice came from my phone; I saw her bite her lip on the screen.

“You have no idea how hard I am.”

“Well, you could show me?” She asked hesitantly.

“You see it when I say so, you know that!” I replied, “take your shirt off.”

She reached down and grasped the hem of her shirt, and had just begun to seductively pull it up over her stomach when her doorbell rang. She looked round at the sound, before turning back to me.

“I need to get that, I’m the only one home.”

“Find out what they want and get rid of them. Don’t take too long or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Yes sir.” She disappeared out the door.

I hoped she wouldn’t take long. Neither of us drove and there was no bus between us, so it was difficult to see each other; these facetime sex sessions were the best we could do.

As I stared at her empty room on the screen, I thought about what I was going to make her do as punishment. Orgasm denial was always a good option, but I’d used it a few times recently and felt it was becoming predictable and thus losing its effect.

Another option was stretching out her pussy, seeing how many fingers she could get in there. Annie’s pussy was pretty tight, so it didn’t take much before she reached her limit: her record was four.

Again, though, that was old news. Half of a good punishment is the fear when you tell them what it is. When it’s familiar you lose the fear and so the punishment’s less effective. I was just thinking how I could move onto her ass when a thought struck me: she’d been gone quite a while.

I looked at the time; she must have gotten chatting: I really would have to punish her. I decided I’d definitely have to test out her ass.

Minute after minute passed, and still no sign of her. After quarter of an hour I got bored of thinking of ways to punish her, and in an uncharacteristic display of productivity decided to get some schoolwork done.

It was probably another twenty minutes before movement on the screen escort izmit caught my eye. I looked up to see Annie entering the room. I opened my mouth to chastise her, then closed it again when I saw Megan coming in after her.

Megan was Annie’s friend, the one who had spilled the beans when I cheated on Jackie with Annie. She also hated me, and made no secret of the fact. I wondered why Annie had bought her in.

Megan walked over to sit on the bed, and Annie joined her. As they sat and chatted about nonsense, it became increasingly clear that Annie had completely forgotten about me and neither of them knew I was there.

I was just about to speak up and remind them, when Megan leaned over and kissed Annie. There was no mistaking it for anything other than lust either, as Megan’s hand moved to Annie’s ass.

I could barely believe what I was seeing. Annie was cheating on me! I felt betrayed and furious, but somewhat confusingly I also felt horny. I was still worked up from earlier, and I was a horny teenager watching two hot girls make out.

And they were hot: Annie was fairly skinny, with B cup tits and a fairly shapely ass. Megan was shorter but curvier, with C cup tits and a great ass. A great ass that was currently being groped by my girlfriend.

Megan pulled off her shirt to reveal the absence of a bra. Instantly, Annie fell on her tits, sucking on one while she fondled the other. Megan moaned from the attention.

“That’s it, good girl, good girl.” Megan moaned again, before moving her hands down to the waistband of her jeans. Annie pulled away to see what she was doing, before Megan grabbed her hair and forced her face back to her boob.

“Did I tell you to stop?”

“Sorry mistress.” Megan smacked Annie’s ass hard, before returning to her jeans, sliding them off, her underwear with them. She grabbed Annie by the hair again and aggressively pulled her up to meet her lips. I quickly took a screenshot of them kissing, Megan fully nude, Annie fully clothed.

I had decided on a plan: I would make sure I got proof and confront her with it later. Until then, I might as well enjoy the show. It seemed wasteful to watch such an erotic display and not make the most of it.

“On your knees bitch.” Megan commanded. Annie obediently sunk to her knees before her and started kissing up her inner thigh, but Megan slapped her across the face.

“Stop fucking about and eat my pussy.” She grabbed her hair once again and forced her face between her legs. I took another screenshot of the incredibly erotic sight kocaeli evi olan escort in front of me: Annie on her knees, her head buried in Megan’s pussy, who was playing with her tits.

Megan was clearly enjoying what Annie was doing, because her moans were getting louder and louder, as she forced Annie’s head into her pussy. I gave in and pulled my dick out, masturbating to my girlfriend cheating on me.

Megan wrapped her legs around Annie’s head, holding it in place as her moans turns into screams:

“That’s it! Eat that pussy you fucking bitch! Don’t you dare stop!” The words turned into indeterminate sounds as Megan bucked her hips into Annie’s face. Megan let out one last climactic scream before unwrapping her legs.

Annie came away gasping for breath.

“I couldn’t breathe mistress.” She said between breaths.

“Are you complaining, bitch?” Megan said dangerously

“N… no mistress!”

“You should be thankful for the chance to eat my pussy.”

“I am mistress, I promise.”

“Thank me then!” Megan snapped

“Thank you, mistress.”

“For what?”

“Thank you for letting me eat your pussy.”

Megan looked at her sceptically for a moment, before shaking her head. “Top off.” She instructed.

Annie quickly pulled off her top and undid her bra, while Megan walked over to her bag which she had left by the door. I quickly took a screenshot as she bent over to get something out of it, showcasing her fantastic ass.

On the small screen I couldn’t see what she had taken from the bag, but it quickly became clear when she moved back to Annie and grabbed her boob, pulling on the nipple before attaching one of – what I now realised were – the nipple clamps to it. This elicited a gasp from Annie.

Megan then repeated the process on the other nipple, before slapping each of the clamps, drawing cries of pain from Annie. “You’ll keep those on until I cum two more times, now lie back.” Annie did as she was told.

Megan climbed onto the bed and straddled Annie’s face. She began to moan again as I rubbed my dick. I took another screenshot. This one wasn’t very good evidence as Annie’s face was obscured by Megan’s pussy, but I had Annie’s clamped nipples and her face disappearing beneath Megan’s glorious ass in one shot, so I couldn’t resist.

Megan grinded her pussy onto Annie’s face as her moans picked up in volume again. I noticed that there was now a visible wet patch on the front of Annie’s jeans, as she tucked into Megan’s pussy. Her izmit rus escort hands grabbed onto Megan’s hips as the shorter girl thrust her hips down into Annie’s face.

Megan threw her head back and screamed through another orgasm. She caught her breath for a second, before dismounting from Annie’s face.

“Can I take the clamps off now mistress?” Annie begged.

“I said when I orgasm twice, you still need to make me cum one more time.”

“Can I at least touch myself?”

“Oh, you need some relief?”

“Yes mistress. Please.”

“You can’t touch yourself. But take your trousers and underwear off.”

Megan headed back over to her bag while Annie did as she was told. Annie and I gasped simultaneously as Megan straightened up, holding a huge strap-on. It must have been 12 inches and it was as thick as Annie’s forearm.

“Please mistress, I can’t take it.”

“You can and will. You said you needed relief so I’m giving it to you, now get on your hands and knees.” Annie did as she was told while Megan strapped on the dildo, then got on the bed behind her.

Suddenly, Megan slammed her hips forwards and Annie cried out in pain. They were positioned so they were facing me, and I could see the wince on Annie’s face. I took another screenshot as I could see both faces clearly.

Megan didn’t waste any time, as she immediately started slamming her hips into Annie’s ass. Annie’s moans of pain gradually turned into pleasure, at which point Megan smacked her ass, hard. Annie cried out loudly, as Megan grabbed her by the neck and pulled her so she was kneeling up.

Still thrusting into her pussy, Megan pulled on one of Annie’s nipple clamps, before biting her neck. Annie cried out again, and Megan threw her back down onto the bed and slapped her ass again.

“Please mistress, I need to cum!”

“You want to cum? My cock makes you want to cum?”

“Yes mistress! Please! I need it!”

Megan reached down and jammed a thumb into Annie’s ass.

“Cum for me bitch.”

Annie cried out as she climaxed, a sound which pushed me over the edge as I came all over my lap. I took another screenshot of Annie mid orgasm.

“Good bitch.” Megan pulled out of Annie and took off the strap on, then reached for her clothes and started getting dressed.

“Can I take the clamps off now, mistress?”

“No, I still haven’t cummed again.”

“But… but you’re getting dressed?”

“That’s right,” Megan gave Annie an evil smile, “and don’t you dare take those off until I next cum.”

“But when will that be?”

“Well certainly not tonight, I’m spent.”

“But we’ve got school tomorrow?”

“I guess you’d better wear something loose fitting then.”

And with that Megan turned and walked out the door. Annie lay back on the bed, and after a minute I ended the call. I sat back in the chair, I had a lot to think about. But first, I had some cum to clear up.

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

*****

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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Fresh out of the shower, I laid my damp towel on our bed and sat on it. With my semi rigid dick automatically in my hand, I watched my sexy Sue pick out her three bits of clothes to wear tonight. She stood at the edge of our bed wearing just a bright yellow towel wrapped loosely around her. It covered the tips of her tits down to barely below her freshly shaven, tempting twat. Her beautiful labia invited me to taste them each time her movements revealed them to me. After sucking down my drivel, I addressed my beautiful, sometimes shameless wife as she stripped away the towel. She wondered why I wasn’t right there helping with her special bra and turned to catch me staring at her fascinating ass while slowly rubbing my stiffening cock. Hmmmm! After I helped her squeeze into her white, strapless bra by wedging my knee against her naked back then burying my impatient prick in her ass raphe, she carefully rearranged her tit flesh inside the tiny bra and stiffly slid the new dress over her head.

“Honey, that beige dress is so short, it will give you lots of chances to show off your great legs and probably more. For a change, the strapless top, despite being so low it looks like your nipples are almost out, should be secure. It’s so tight, I see the bulging, bloodless skin line along the top, yet somehow your tiny tits are offering a delicious, tempting yard of cleavage. I’m impressed.”

“Well, the cleavage is created by the shape shifting bra and enhanced by darkening in there with shadow. It’s a popular trick though the top is painfully tight. I may have to loosen it to keep breathing. I hope you won’t mind?!” She grinned knowingly at me. “As for the skirt part, I want to tease and then MAYBE show off my new silk panty. I think it is so special! I had to special order it to get something extremely thin and so lightweight that I can’t even feel it when I wear it.” She held it up with her hand inside. With a twinkle in her eyes and a thin, broad smile, “See? They really are not transparent, just a bit translucent. Daring, not slutty even if they are fully exposed – which they will NOT be tonight!” Yeah, right!

I’m very sure that isn’t true. In fact, the crotch was cut much more narrow than her usual bikini. It was so narrow I had my doubts that, even in the best case, it could cover her lips. The legs had no elastic, presumably to prevent creases that would betray its existence. Fortunately, the waist did have elastic or it could not stay on her trim body. I could easily imagine the non-gusset easily slide to either side of her lips and leave her pussy exposed to all eyes. My dick pulsed. If, no when, her labia swelled, I wondered if the legs would slide off her lusty mound or slip between her lips, deep into her sweet crack. Pulse again! It’s likely the whole thing would keep dropping an inch or so and leave a viewable gap between it and her swollen, wet lips. Pulse, pulse, pul . . . “STOP that! You can play with your weapon later.”

Later finally came when a dozen couples arrived for a semi formal celebration of Steve’s promotion. We only knew half of them, but his stunningly gorgeous wife, Laura, was with him. We shared a brief, moist kiss. Though I’d lovingly penetrated every hole in her body several times before, my dick still jumps to full attention every time I see her. Flattered and still denying she was all that hot, she pointed at my tented slacks and whispered, “Down boy! Maybe I’ll give you a hand later.” Then she pressed her palm against mini-me. I sighed, moaned and tried to keep my knees from buckling.

Steve gave Sue a long, wet, lingering kiss as she lifted a knee against him. The short, pleated dress lifted another inch which gave a clear view of all her thigh and an inch of well-rounded ass cheek. Steve slid his hand under the dress and stroked her soft ass as we all watched. She was off to a quick show even before having any drinks to blame. “Is she commando?” Laura asked. “In THAT dress?” I described the special order panty and how light is was and so very hard to detect. Steve craned his neck to look down her low top and even twisted a finger inside her bra. It didn’t budge or flex at all.

Confidently, even proudly, I answered, “Sue didn’t mention the loose silk weave it was made of, but I saw how much more than translucent is was. More than she knows, or chooses to know.” I couldn’t see the edging for the legs, but I was a few feet away this time. With her leg bent, the sheer panty would be pulled snuggly around her bare, smooth mound.

When Lou and milky Bev arrived, Sue kissed Bev deeply before repeating her sexy kiss and display with Lou. He too found her ‘bare’ ass and lifted the back of her dress higher while Frenching her. Bev came to me and quickly wrapped her tongue around mine. We shared a long, wet kiss as Laura watched a bit jealously. I slipped my hand under Bev’s short skirt and under izmit escort her bikini panty. After enjoying her firm/soft cheek, I wrapped my finger around her front and pushed into the foyer of her already wet pussy. She lifted a knee to allow me deeper access and slid her hand into my slacks. Laura watched the passion build and wondered aloud if she had been too conservative. Bev had her hand around my bare, stiff cock. I groaned and kissed down her neck, she hissed. With my teeth, I pulled her low V-neck shirt over one boob and turned her back to the room, bared tit to me.

Lou was still sucking Sue’s tongue, but both hands were under her ass and her legs were around his waist. His hands covered and split her cheeks apart. How could we all be seeing her ass crack if her panty wasn’t fully transparent? People were whispering and pointing at Sue’s naked ass. Too late to block her, I reached in and scooped out Bev’s big, still milky tit. Laura stood against me, mesmerized by Bev’s big, perfect, leaky nipple as I sucked it into my thirsty mouth and drank again from her intoxicating, musty milk fount. Laura opened Bev’s bra and briefly suckled her other nipple. She giggled and took another taste. Bev moaned. After another minute of publically sharing thin milk, we repackaged Bev’s big boobs and turned to see Sue sucking face with our neighbor Mario.

“I take it you’ve sucked milk from these beautiful, firm, tall, tasty and absolutely perfect nipples? I’m so jealous!” As she licked her lips, I confirmed that since our MILKY MILF night, Bev has come by many times with and without Lou to supply milk for coffee or simple suckling and frequent three ways. He fucks Sue at will at work too with my awareness and consent.

“Laura, my love, you have nothing at all to be jealous about. Stay innocent and ignore my raving of how stunningly beautiful you are – face, body, mind and spirit. Just remember that I sincerely believe all that AND . . . I’m not the only one!” Before Laura could leap into my arms for a deep, wet kiss, Maria came to me, looked over the two beautiful women leaning against me and leaned in for a kiss. Our lips and tongues met and reminded me how sensual a kisser she was. Laura and Bev watched a moment, but when Maria wrapped her arms around my neck, they both giggled and lifted Maria’s shirt and bra to her neck. Though now exposed to some, Maria ignored their antics, left her top up and continued to kiss me as the women sucked her tits. I’m loving this party, though I only still know only half the people here!

When Maria broke her kiss, it was the women who pulled her top back down – after pinching her nipples. I lifted one side up again and took a handful of beautiful boob before kissing and sucking it. “I wasn’t going to miss out on this sweet thing!” I grinned. I put her top back down and ran to our bedroom. All three shortly followed. Pointing at the bed, I said “As I suspected, there it is. Look at its gossamer beauty. Its skin tone would make it hard to see even if she WERE wearing it. She left it to the last minute to put on so it wouldn’t wrinkle and must have been distracted. Hmmmm, remember the tale of the Emperor’s New Clothes? Well my Empress is showing off her beautiful new panty that she isn’t wearing. I don’t think I’ll tell her since it’s likely she’d rather show her pussy instead of the panty. Let’s go watch.”

When we got to the living room, we saw Sue serving everyone in turn an appetizer. As she stepped between every other person on the sofas, she bent with straight legs so her pleated skirt climbed slowly up, up past her toned thighs, across her bare ass cheeks, up past the small indent for her ass hole. And there it was! My wife’s denuded bearded clam was completely, brightly, shamelessly, lustily displayed to the other half of the room. Most of the party had moved to or behind the opposing sofa to stare at my wife’s naked, swollen, damp labia. Expressions varied from mouth-covered, to fingers pointing (some twisting in mid air) to lip lapping while others took photos. Laura went to warn Sue, but I held her back. “Let her have her fun. See how wet her pussy is? She’s loving the exposure.”

When she got to the third couple on the sofa, she ‘dropped’ a napkin. With barely an ‘oops’, she slowly bent all the way to the floor, legs still straight, and let her dress climb to her waist so all her sweet ass was also exposed. A female hand slid up her thigh, ‘to steady’ her. It was quickly joined by two male hands that went over her shapely, rounded cheeks. She didn’t object. After a prolonged hunt for the napkin, she stood tall then went to the facing sofa and continued serving. The crowd behind that sofa moved behind the other one. When she served the second couple, she again ‘dropped’ a napkin and bent over for another show. There was no hesitation for the ten hands to slide up her dress and over her ass so it and her wet mound were again exposed. This time someone cupped kocaeli ucuz escort her mound; I think it was Steve. Laura agreed and slipped her hand into my slacks, saying “Meat for the goose is meat for the gander!” She wrapped her hand around my bare, stiff cock and gently rubbed it. The room was very quiet.

Sue stood and straddled the leg of the last person on the sofa. With her legs spread and her pussy ‘unknowingly’ exposed, Maria slid up her tensed thighs and held her pussy. Everyone seated could see up her snatch to the narrow fuzzy strip above it. The rest subtly dropped utensils or just bent brazenly for a better look. FINALLY noticing everyone looking at her groin, she smiled and said proudly, “It’s about time you noticed my beautiful, custom, unique, gossamer silk panty! You see how smooth it is and so light I hardly know I’m wearing it.” She pinched the bottom hem at the sides and lifted her dress to her hips so she could show off her special panty. “There, you see how they don’t even hold a wrinkle? They are supposed to look like I’m nude. By the tents on the men, I guess I fooled you! HA! Though I’m sure many men are inspired and aroused by the sight of thin panties alone and the camel toes they produce. These are so loose, there is no camel toe. Sawwry guys!”

She held the dress a bit higher and walked close to one sofa then the other one to show off her custom panty. As she walked, her small pubic patch and even her navel were visible. She beamed. She looked so proud of her special purchase. When she had completed her tour of all the seating, I cheekily called out “Honey, not all of us can see them, especially from any distance since they blend so well into you. Why don’t you stand on a chair, or better two, so we can all admire them? Lou, help her up.” She’s always up for a dare. Laura elbowed me.

Two sturdy chairs quickly appeared at the edge of the room and the coffee table was moved aside. As Lou helped her step up onto the chair, her pussy appeared and gaped open for a few of us. The sweet, sticky ooze yielded abruptly and a low ‘smack’ signaled the parting of her labia. Lou nudged one foot to the second chair about a foot away so her feet were more than two feet apart. With her legs spread wide, I suggested that she just take off her dress so we could all admire her new silk garment easily. “You can leave the bra on if you like, but most of us have already seen you completely naked several times.” Sucking her finger like a child, she thought about it as she scanned the spectators.

“I don’t know why you want to see my panty again, but if I’m raising the stakes, I want every man here to lose his pants before I lose my dress. It’s only fair.” Four couples left, not knowing where this would end up, or maybe because they did. “And you ladies are losing your dresses next!” Four more men were dragged out of the party. The rest of us had quick help taking our pants off. I had three women drag mine off, then the briefs followed. My stiff cock pointed straight out under my polo shirt and Maria shared it with Laura. I looked around and confirmed that all the women left had already had their fingers and mouths in Sue’s pussy. In fact, so had all the men, in addition to their cocks. I think Sue would have liked one new couple to stay and play.

Sue briefly watched MY women handle and honor my straight, stiff cock. Maria dropped to her knees and licked my bishop as Laura and Bev fed it to her. They unzipped Maria’s top and slid the straps down her arms. Though the only ‘stranger’ to her, Bev unhooked Maria’s bra and helped it fall away. Bev and Laura pinched and bit Maria’s nipples on her beautiful, weighty tits. With all the men pantless and two dicks pointing stiffly out of their boxer slots, Sue asked Lou to pull her dress off. She raised it to her waist, again exposing her naked groin, and bent over so Lou could tug it off. Once off, she smiled proudly and spread her arms. The three men gathered close to her and felt up her thighs.

She bent over again, wiggled her hips and twisted a bit so her tempting ass flexed for us. She stayed bent over even when fingers spread her wet labia to expose her beautiful pinkness to the room. Was she still deluded about wearing her panty? Two, then two other fingers slid past her greased cunt. When two fingers evacuated, two female fingers replaced them. Maria had stepped over for a closer look and scent. The wet fingers found her small hole and circled it. Maria tasted Sue from her fingers; Mario did the same. They were the least familiar with Sue’s taste and beautiful puda. In the next moment, Sue wondered if her new panty were already torn since fingers got inside her so easily. Pleasantly distracted by fingering fools, she didn’t dwell on the question for long. I saw Steve spread her ass apart and easily slide a finger then two into Sue’s willing ass. She quickly started gasping and shaking.

Maria came darıca escort back to me and knelt with Laura who had my throbbing cock in her throat and her nose in my pubes. Bev knelt next to her and shared my meat while the three undressed each other. One by one, they stood to strip off their dresses and panties. One by one they exposed their glorious naked bodies and finally removed the last of my clothes. Sue shuddered in climax, but the three horny men didn’t let her recover. Lou and Steve stripped while Sue watched. We’re always impressed with Lou’s big, thick, swinging stick. Mario stared at his naked wife as he stripped all his clothes off.

Steve laid on some clothes on the coffee table and Sue was placed on him in reverse cowboy position. She guided his modest cock into her steamy snatch and hissed as it slid in. She bounded and twitched on it several times before Steve lifted her by her hips and pushed her away a few inches. The others removed her bra, finally letting blood flow to her tits, and Steve lined up his greased pole with her ass hole. She dropped on it hard and he lurched. He guided her up and she slid down his rod. They both groaned. He slid his hands up to both tits and pulled her onto his chest while firmly pinching her perfect, tasty nipples. Lou draped her slim and sexy legs outside Steve’s, opening her beautiful, puffy pussy wide and slid his big cock directly, swiftly into her with just a few frictional stutters. She howled at the intensity of two stiff cocks in her at once. Mario pulled her head back and roughly stuffed his cock into her last big hole, her gasping mouth.

Bev stood by me as Laura dreamily sucked me and I pinched Maria’s nipples or let her suck my fingers. I tasted Sue on her fingers then lapped Bev’s milky food bank. Her hot, swollen, humid, blonde pussy was next to my hand and I wanted to explore it again. I remembered the deepness of her folds and the luxurious, pliant textures inside and her very large clit button. Lusty sight unseen, I opened her clit hood and nudged her clit to full alertness. She squealed then moaned. I wanted to make all of these beauties cum and feel their hot pussies with my mouth and my cock. Was that too much to ask? Didn’t matter!

I felt like the inverse of my wife. HER three holes were filled, and I was filling three holes. Maria put my hand back on her tits and wrapped herself around my leg. She stroked my hairy legs and ass then worked her fingers into my butt raphe. Too many distractions at once . . . gasping . . . yet I saw her push two fingers into her wet cunt. I focused on Bev’s inviting pussy since it seemed Maria was going to get herself off.

Instead, Maria took her snatch-soaked fingers and, as Laura held my cheeks apart, snaked both fingers into my receptive rear hole. Just as I titillated Bev’s G-spot, Maria found my prostate and milked it firmly. I gasped and futilely tried to delay my eruption. With my first spasm, I rudely pulled Laura’s incredibly beautiful face against my pubes, sent my hand tremors directly into Bev’s swollen G which made her erupt in a loud, shuddering orgasm and soak my hand. I instantly unloaded deep into Laura’s maculate, warm, tight throat. When my vision returned several seconds later, I saw Bev on the floor on her back gleaming and still twitching; Laura was still staring blissfully up at me while small drops of my cream covered her lips and chin – I loved her even more, this paragon of perfection, when she happily catered to my will.

Maria had extracted her fingers from deep in my ass and was about to kiss Laura. She shocked me when she licked Laura’s face clean, then deeply kissed her. She licked her teeth and they tangled tongues as we watched. I drooled again. I still wanted to make them both cum hard – especially my sweet paradox, the ingenuous seductress that was gorgeous Laura. I have to believe in polyamory since I’m in love with three women and in deep like with several others.

When I looked over at my wife, I saw Lou on his side on the floor, his cock spent and dripping; Mario gasping and holding his wilted dick; Steve still under Sue and pinching her hard nipples; Sue twitching and shuddering, her ass still impaled on Steve’s cock, cum oozing from her stretched and reddened pussy, joining the cum running down Steve’s stump from her ass. Lou staggered to stand then walked to her cum-covered face and fed her his wet dick. She sucked his thick, soft noodle to its base until it grew stiff again. In just seconds, he was ready to fill her mouth with his thick cream. She kept the tip of his cock close to her face and we watched him pump two more spurts of cum into her.

While we men needed a few minutes to recover, the women kept themselves primed and entertained. Gorgeous cherub Laura crawled to Sue and licked her pussy clean of Lou’s sperm. Sue twitched and spasmed just four times before screaming in orgasm again and draining her nectar in Laura’s mouth. As I caught my breath, I knew I couldn’t cum four more times in the next hours, yet I hoped to feel all four of my favorite cunts squeeze my greedy cock. Maria introduced her tongue to the depths of Bev’s wet pussy and Sue rolled off Steve and onto the floor. He rolled on top of her and parked his soft, soggy tool into the recesses of her cheeks before nodding off.

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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.

***

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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Stevie was sitting at her office desk, struggling with a long and technical article about a diabetes drug when the email from Roger dropped into her inbox.

Her job as a journalist for a medical publishing company had its interesting moments, but there were plenty of days like today when she had trouble making a dry subject sound fresh and interesting.

The email from Roger changed all that in an instant.

“I’m in town tonight. I think it’s time we had one of our special evenings,” he wrote. “I’ve booked a table at L’Amore for seven thirty. Can you make it?”

Her favourite Italian restaurant, and her favourite man. The perfect way to wind down after an intense day’s work.

Roger lived interstate and visited Sydney for business meetings every month or so. She always looked forward to his visits. Every evening they spent together was wonderful. But when he planned it in advance, Stevie knew it would really be a night to remember.

“I’d love to.” She tapped back.” Can I meet you there, only I have a six thirty appointment?”

“Great,” he replied. “And Sweetie, I want you to do something special for me. Don’t wear any panties. I have plans for you tonight.”

Stevie always loved it when she knew he’d planned their evening’s erotic activities in advance. She smiled, and wriggled in her seat, then quickly glanced around the busy office to make sure no one was looking at her screen.

Roger had often asked her to go without panties when they went out. He liked the thought of her bareness against the chair and the ease with which he could slip his hand under her skirt and caress her when no one was looking. He knew it made her feel vulnerable, especially when the wind threatened to lift her skirt.

She decided to give herself an early mark so she’d have time to relax and prepare. Her six thirty appointment was with the local beautician — to have her Brazilian and eyebrows done — and the restaurant was nearby, only a short walk.

She caught the ferry home, enjoying the cool, fresh air and the late afternoon sun dancing off the harbour. The ferry passed under the Harbour Bridge, its massive frame casting black shadows across the bright water. When she arrived home her flat was cold. She switched on the heating and ran herself a warm bath. By the time she’d finished her bath, the house would be pleasantly cosy.

The warm water swirled around her and the tensions of the day seeped out of her. She wondered what Roger had planned for the evening. It gave her a delicious thrill, anticipating the unknown and probably challenging events he was cooking up. He took a fiendish delight in pushing her just a bit further than she was comfortable going.

She felt so lucky to have found a man who took the trouble to make their relationship fun and interesting. And she was only too happy to respond by looking her best and dressing in clothes she knew he liked her to wear.

As the steam wafted up and frosted the mirror, and her fingertips started to wrinkle, she worked out in her head what she was going to wear.

The bedroom was warm when she returned, pink-skinned and wrapped in a towel, and, on a whim, she slipped quickly between the sheets. She loved the feeling of crisp cotton sheets on her bath-fresh skin. She only planned to lie down for a minute but the warm bath had made her drowsy and she drifted off to sleep.

She awoke with a start. The bedside clock read 6.20 pm. She shot up. Her appointment was in ten minutes! That gave her only five minutes to dress and five to walk there. Damn!

She pulled out the V-necked black silk jersey button-front dress, her dark red suede heels and her dark red overcoat. Feeling a bit flustered, she quickly hooked up a sheer black bra, stepped into matching panties and put on black onyx tear-drop earrings.

She ran into the bathroom but realised she’d run out of time to put on makeup and perfume. So she quickly straightened her hair, grabbed her lipstick, mascara and foundation and tipped them into her shoulder bag.

Her brisk walk to the beautician took her up the road that ran beside the northern approach to the Harbour Bridge.

She arrived only a minute late.

The beautician’s receptionist met her with a broad smile.

“Sorry I’m late,” she panted.

“You’re fine Stevie,” take a seat. “Pearl is doing your Brazilian and eyebrows this evening. She’s just getting the room ready.”

Stevie didn’t know Pearl, but she knew that all the beauticians at the salon were very professional.

A petite black woman walked out of the treatment room.

“You must be Stevie,” she said with a warm smile.

Stevie nodded and walked ahead of her into the treatment room.

“Gosh,” said Pearl, “I couldn’t help noticing your shoes. They are just gorgeous!”

While Pearl waited outside, Stevie undressed, put on the robe, and lay down on the treatment table. She always felt a bit anxious about having a Brazilian. At Roger’s request she’d been having them regularly for the last 18 months. But the kocaeli escort pain of having her pubic hair ripped out by the roots was often enough to bring tears to her eyes.

It was worth it though, to see the ecstatic look on Roger’s face when, as he often did, he nonchalantly slid his hand under her panties and discovered the smooth softness of a newly done Brazilian.

Pearl knocked and came in. They discussed how Stevie liked her Brazilian done — everything off — and Pearl swung the lamp over the area, switched on some gentle classical music and went to work.

“Are you going somewhere special tonight?” Pearl asked, as she buttered Stevie with the hot wax.

“Oh, just out to dinner with my boyfriend.” They chatted about the restaurant and what Stevie liked to eat there.

“You looked great in those shoes,” said Pearl and ripped the first strip of wax off.

Stevie took a quick breath as Pearl pressed gently on the area to help ease the pain. She tried to focus on the music.

Pearl applied the next piece of wax and tapped it with a fingernail, testing its hardness. She pressed gently on one side of Stevie’s labia and quickly tore off the wax, pressing down gently again, this time right over Stevie’s clitoris.

The two women talked about shoes — a love they discovered they had in common — as Pearl worked. Stevie could just make out her beautiful dark face in the darkness beyond the brightness of the lamp.

Pearl was making this Brazilian easy with her skilful work, constant chatter and the way she pressed down gently afterwards, distracting Stevie from the pain.

Stevie began to relax and even looked forward to the contrast between the sharp pain followed by the gentle pressure, usually right over her sensitive spot.

As Pearl drew the light in closer and finished off plucking the stray pubic hairs with tweezers, her other hand rested casually across Stevie’s clitoris.

Stevie realised with a little shock that Pearl’s technique was doing more than distracting her from the pain — it was beginning to arouse her. She hoped that Pearl would finish up before this became embarrassingly evident.

Finally Pearl was happy with her work and she had Stevie hop off the table while she rearranged it to do her eyebrows.

The music switched to a smoky jazz tune which seemed to swirl around the little room.

Pearl applied the wax under Stevie’s eyebrows and skilfully tore it off, pressing firmly on the area afterwards. Stevie looked up at Pearl’s face, close enough now that she could catch the warmth of the beautician’s breath and a faint waft of perfume — gardenia with a spicy undertone. She could see the woman’s beautiful dark eyes shining beyond the lamp as she focussed intently on her work.

Out came the tweezers to complete the job. Again, Pearl’s touch was gentle but skilful. Stevie noticed how small and light her hands were compared to a man’s hands and she found herself wondering how different a woman’s body would feel compared to a man’s.

All too soon, it seemed, Pearl was handing her a mirror to check her eyebrow shape and Stevie was nodding thank you and sitting up.

Before finishing off, Pearl wiped some moisturiser over the eyebrow area.

“Wow! You do look good!” Pearl declared and smiled warmly. Then Stevie was taken by surprise as Pearl quickly leaned forward and placed a tiny, fleeting kiss right on her lips.

“Take your time getting dressed,” she said, and left Stevie alone.

Stevie put on her dress, coat and shoes, and then used the mirror on the back of the door to apply her makeup. It gave her time to compose herself. “Did that really just happen?” She asked herself.

She’d had no time to apply perfume before she left home but she noticed a bottle on the shelf next to the wax pot. She gave it a sniff. She recognised it as the one Pearl wore, and helped herself to a couple of sprays.

She had every intention of leaving her panties off, as directed by Roger — but in her slightly bemused state, she totally forgot.

Pearl wasn’t at the receptionist’s desk when she emerged — unusual because the beauticians normally waited there for their tip. Stevie was surprised to feel a tinge of regret, but she paid the receptionist and walked out into the cool darkness of the evening.

She strolled towards the restaurant which was three blocks away, down near the water’s edge, beside the Harbour Bridge.

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Stevie had lived in Sydney, in a flat almost under the pylons of this giant bridge for all of her adult life.

Some people found the towering bridge to be an oppressive presence but because of her long familiarity with its shapes, sounds and smells it was actually comforting to her. Its permanence and solidity had framed her life.

It divided her world into sections. She woke up in her flat at one end of the bridge and went to work near the other. She lived close by one set of pylons and walked underneath them to buy coffee, pick up kocaeli rus escort her dry cleaning — and to dine out with Roger at L’Amore.

The bridge roared with life at this time of night as the evening peak hour traffic thundered across it far above her head. But beneath her feet the grassy parkland was cool and deserted. The openness of the space meant crossing the park at night felt safe to Stevie, even when she was alone.

Walking under the bridge tonight on her way to see Roger again made her feel like she was almost weightless, practically gliding through the air. She wondered if the vast structure with its ten lanes of traffic and rumbling trains had its own gravitational force that might somehow counteract the earth’s.

Or could it be the anticipation of meeting her lover, coupled with the lingering after-effects of her visit to the beautician?

As she glided across the grass, the wind licked at her long dark hair and played with the hem of her dress. She wrapped her coat around herself and smiled. So far it was an evening when everything seemed to be conspiring to make her feel like it was great to be alive.

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After the still darkness of the park, the restaurant was bright and full of life. Stevie saw Roger watching her as she walked down the steps to the reception desk, her high heels clicking on the marble tiles.

Other diners turned to watch her descend. She felt confident that she looked attractive and so their glances made her feel accepted, comfortable.

As she took off her coat, Roger rose smiling to greet her. Her heart leapt to be with him again. He hugged her and leaned in to kiss her warmly — a demonstration of appreciation that included a casual stroke down her back and over her thighs. On its way down, his hand paused over the slight indent of her panty line.

She stiffened suddenly, realising her mistake.

“I-I’m sorry!” she stammered.

“Don’t be sorry, My Sweet. Just go to the restroom and take them off. Here, let me take your coat and bag. And, while you’re there,” he added, “take off your bra as well.”

“My bra too?”

“That’s right. And carry them back to me in your hand.” He smiled as he spoke, but she could tell by his tone that he expected her to comply without delay.

The restroom was back up the steps, near the door. Mortified, Stevie headed up there. Going without panties was one thing but she found the idea of going braless in public considerably more challenging.

Stevie’s breasts were compact and well shaped, but she was conscious that without a bra they wobbled as she walked and she worried that on this cool night, her hard nipples would make her bralessness embarrassingly obvious.

In the cubicle she unbuttoned her dress and hung it on the back of the door. She unhooked her bra and ran her hands over her breasts.

Undressing reminded her of her recent experience at the beautician. She took off her panties and felt the soft, smooth, hairless skin beneath.

Then she put her black silk jersey dress back on and buttoned it up. The dress came down to just below her knees but it felt so strange without a bra. On the way out she checked her appearance in the restroom mirror.

God, it was so obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. And she was going to walk down those steps, in front of the whole restaurant with her bra and panties in her hand! She felt weak with fear.

She could refuse of course. But it was a challenge, and as fearful as it made her feel, she was secretly excited by the idea of being so nearly naked in a public place.

She took a deep breath, screwed the bra and panties up as small as she could and held them in one hand which she held behind her back as she pushed open the restroom door and turned to descend the stairs.

Five minutes ago, Stevie, a confident, well-dressed woman walked proudly down those steps to meet her lover. People had noticed her then. What would they think of her now?

It seemed to happen in slow motion. And with every step she could feel her breasts moving against the fabric of her dress. She went red in the face as she noticed people glancing up from their meals. God she felt like a sordid cabaret act! What must they think of her, arriving with a bra on, then reappearing a few minutes later carrying it?

She reached the bottom of the steps and wove her way between the tables. She was sure she heard a voice to one side mutter “nice ones'” but she kept on staring straight ahead at Roger who had turned in his seat and was grinning broadly, obviously completely delighted by the spectacle.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked when she was finally seated.

“Would I ever!” Stevie replied.

Roger poured her a glass of wine, then waited expectantly. “You have something for me I believe?”

Stevie reached out the hand holding her underwear under the table, hoping to give it to him discreetly. But at the moment it changed hands, the waiter stepped up to take izmit ucuz escort their order, bumping Roger’s arm.

Stevie cringed as the offending items tumbled out of his grip onto the floor in plain view.

The two men had a little chuckle about it before Roger quickly scooped them up and put them in his pocket.

Stevie hid behind the menu, turning several shades of red and wishing she could die.

Even Roger seemed embarrassed now.

“I’ll come back in a minute.” said the waiter.

After only a few minutes of calm and reassuringly normal conversation Roger had his next request ready.

“I think you should undo some of those buttons.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, that’s the great advantage of a dress with buttons down the front, you can go from demure to hot just by undoing a few buttons.”

“Don’t I look hot enough without a bra?”

“You look incredible without a bra, but humour me, undo the two top buttons.”

Stevie looked around to make sure no one was looking directly at her, then quickly unbuttoned as requested. The dress had a V-neck and the lack of buttons widened and deepened the V.

Roger could now enjoy a view of the inside edges of her breasts, a view which stopped only millimetres short of Stevie’s nipples.

“Oh, that is just amazing.” he said, “Just don’t lean forward too far or the whole restaurant will enjoy an unexpected treat.”

At that moment the waiter reappeared. He kept a straight face and tried not to look in Stevie’s direction as he took their orders, but failed.

Roger ordered the osso bucco and Stevie chose seafood pasta.

“Now, just one more thing,” Roger said after the waiter had gone.

“Roger! What else can I possibly do? This is so rude, and-and …”

“…and what?” Asked Roger.

“…and I’m feeling so hot, I won’t have any appetite for dinner.”

“So, it turns you on does it, to sit here in a smart restaurant, with no underwear and flaunting your cleavage?”

“I can’t help it,” pleaded Stevie, “You’re doing this to me on purpose!”

He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “Yes I am. I must admit, it’s all I can do not to pull you across the table and ravish you right now. But, there’ll be time enough later.”

“Oh?”

“Yes,” he whispered, “When we get back to your place I’m going to push your legs apart, wide apart and tease you with my tongue long and slow… until eventually you’ll beg for me to stop pleasuring you and I’ll cruelly ignore your pleas as you shudder and gasp with orgasm after orgasm.”

Stevie felt her legs weaken and her breath become ragged. She squirmed in her seat. “You’re going to do that?”

“Oh, that’s just a taste of what I’ve got planned for you, but in the meantime I want you to take that napkin and put it on your lap. Good girl.”

“Now, put one hand underneath it and undo the three bottom buttons of your dress.”

“Three? But it will be open right up to my crotch!”

“Don’t worry the napkin will hide it.”

Stevie hesitated. If this went on, soon she’d be as good as naked.

Roger stared at her. He really meant it.

She looked straight at him, held the napkin steady on her lap and then reached under and undid one, two, three buttons. The dress parted, and now only the napkin was hiding her modesty.

“Good girl, that’s just wonderful.”

Their meals arrived and the waiter returned with cracked pepper.

“Buon appetito!”

“Thank you,” replied Roger

“Now, before you start your meal, Stevie, the final coup de gras. Then I promise I’ll leave you alone to enjoy your dinner.”

“What more could I possibly do?”

“With those buttons undone you should be able to hitch up the back of your dress, the part you’re sitting on…so that your bare bottom is in contact with the chair.”

Stevie shook her head.

“It would give me great pleasure if you would oblige me in this,” he said with unexpected formality.

Stevie shook her head once more, this time in resignation, then lifted herself slightly off the chair and pulled up the dress.

The timber of the chair felt cool and smooth against her skin.

She couldn’t lean forward, stand up or even remove the napkin from her lap without incurring disaster. She was quivering with desire and the she could feel the chair seat starting to become slippery with her juices. And now she was supposed to enjoy her meal!

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By the time they finished dinner, paid the bill and headed back to her place, Stevie was feeling so hot she was weak at the knees. Roger had allowed her to do up the buttons on her dress but insisted the bra and panties stayed off. With her dark red overcoat wrapped around her, she didn’t feel quite so vulnerable and they set off to walk back under the bridge and then along a boardwalk by the harbour’s edge.

The boardwalk rambled up and down hugging the cliff edge with wooden planks interspersed with metal staircases. On one side was the darkness of the harbour reflecting the lights of the city and harbour bridge. Little waves broke up the lights into a million brilliant mosaic patterns, a view that never failed to captivate Stevie.

She leaned in towards Roger as they walked, enjoying his warmth and strength and the beauty of the night.

Then, at the top of a small flight of steps Roger stopped.

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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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“Kelsey texted me your naked pics.” Said my friend Kristen, as we walked into the gym together. She was grinning from ear to ear.

“Yay, I know. Those pics have made their way around to everyone’s phone. “I replied. “Who is Kelsey?”

“She is Joe’s cousin. Why were you naked outside in front of a large crowd anyway?” she asked as she stared at the picture of my naked body.

That question of why were we naked in public made me relive that humiliating day again in my head. We made a deal with Victoria that she would delete all naked pictures of Joe from a previous party if he and I did the World Naked Bike Ride. The Ride is an organized environmental protest bike ride around town and all the riders are completely naked. As the race was about to begin, Victoria had invited Joe’s family and coworkers to come to the event to “support us”. We had to stand in front of everyone completely naked. To make things worse, Victoria gave Joe some type of drug that made his blood pressure rise and lose consciousness. He laid naked on the ground as his two sister-in-law and cousin (Kelsey) and 3 female coworkers gawked at his body and took pictures and videos. Joe’s brothers helped Joe walk to the ambulance, thus giving all spectators at the event a clear view of Joe’s body, front and back, and with an erection.

“Long story. Let’s just say we were tricked into it.” I answered, not wanting to talk about it anymore, hoping it would all go away soon.

“You’ve got a nice body, Chris. Cute butt by the way!” added Kristen as she walked towards the ladies’ locker room.

As Kristen walked away, Joe was walking towards me. Joe just started working as a personal trainer at our gym to earn some extra money at night and weekends. He is doing really well as all the women want to train with Joe. Not only is Joe good looking, with a great body but he is the nicest guy. Kristen gave Joe a wicked smile, non-verbally letting Joe know that she saw his pictures too and knows what he looks like naked. Joe gave a half-hearted smile and tried to ignore her.

“Will those pictures ever go away?” I asked Joe as he approached me.

“We have bigger problems.” Joe announced in a panic tone. “Victoria is at it again but this time she is targeted you, Chris. She found out where you worked and did you know her father is the CEO of your company?”

“Wait, what?” I said in astonishment. “Victoria’s father is Gary Adams?”

“Yes!” Joe confirmed. “And now she wants us to waiter at a party she is having at her house this Saturday or she said she will make sure you lose your job.”

I can’t believe this. How could Victoria be making our lives hell again? How can I be the entertainment for her party knowing she is going to humiliate us once again? Joe is so shy, how can I ask him to be humiliated once again for me? I just stared into space and couldn’t say a word. Joe finally broke the silence and asked if I was alright. I thought to myself “how do we break this chain of Victoria’s dominance over us? “I can’t lose my job as I just bought a house and I love my job! I can’t ask you to do this for me.” I said to Joe. “This is my problem.”

“You did it for me and I will do it for you.” Replied Joe buts still had a worried look on his face. I am not sure Joe can handle much more embarrassment. Joe was forced to stand completed naked in front of his mom, aunt, younger female cousin, his two brothers and their wives. Not to mention, three female coworkers in which one is his assistant and a crowd of spectators. Everyone had pictures and videos of Joe and teased him constantly.

“Are you sure Joe? I asked. “Knowing Victoria, this could be bad.” He shook his head yes and we made plans to meet at Victoria’s house at 8:00pm on Saturday.

The days before the party were the most anxious days of my life. I couldn’t sleep as all I could think about was how was Victoria going to humiliate me? I thought about it day and night and if I was thinking about it, I know Joe was too. She has gotten her revenge on Joe so I have a feeling that Saturday is my turn.

At 8:00 on Saturday night, Joe and I met at Victoria’s house. She had a huge house, a gift from her parents as Joe informed me. Victoria has never had to work a day in her life. She greeted us at the door with that diabolical smile on her face. She instructed us our duties, showed us where the bar was, and gave us our uniforms for the evening — a black apron and nothing else. She took us to the pool house and told us to change there. Joe and I stripped out of our clothes but needed to help each other tie the apron around our waist in the back.

As Joe stood before me naked, I marveled at his body. He is bigger than me but not like a body builder. His thin waist and six pack abs makes his chest, back, and shoulders look big. He has nice rounded shoulder muscles that go into a “V” shape into his biceps. He doesn’t have much body hair, just some hair from his belly button down to his pubes. Joe turned around so I could tie the apron around kocaeli escort his waist. Joe is an athlete and has great legs and a round bubble butt. He has a nice tan so his white butt stands out. Joe is a clean cut good looking guy with dark hair with green eyes. He is the type of guy any parent would love their daughter to bring home.

As Joe tied the apron around my waist, I thought about my body. I feel like I have a nice body. I work out 5 to 6 times a week and I love to run and swim. I would say I am more defined than big and muscular. I have a flat stomach and cum gutters (on thin defined guys, the muscle on each side from the hip to the groin area). Both Joe and I are 28 years old. I have nice legs and been told I have a nice shaped butt. Joe has the darker features as I am blonde hair and blue eyed. I also am tan so I have prominent tan lines.

The doorbell rang and the festivities were about to begin. I took a deep breath and answered the door. Standing there were three ladies there, all in their mid to late 30’s. They looked familiar but I couldn’t think of where I knew them from. I smiled and escorted them to the bar. I could hear them laughing at the site of my bare white butt. Basically, Joe and I were naked except the apron covering our privates. We were bare chested and bare assed. I took them to the bar and when Joe looked up, he had a surprised look on his face. The ladies all said Hi to Joe like they knew him and I remembered where I know them from – they all go to our gym and were personal training clients of his.

The ladies couldn’t wait to see Joe’s butt. “Hey Joe, turn around. Let’s see that ass of yours!” said one of the ladies as she literally licked her lips. Joe’s face was already red but now his hands were shaking. He knew they would eventually see his naked butt so he turned around giving them a full view of his ass. The ladies hollered and made suggestive comments about what they would like to do to Joe’s ass. Joe just smiled and kept making their drinks. “Are we going to see the front too?” asked another one of the ladies. “Nope, just the back.” Answered Joe whose voice cracked slightly as he responded, not knowing if that was the correct answer or not.

A few more guests arrived that I didn’t know. They said they were friends of Joe. I made them drinks and the doorbell rang again. My stomach dropped as I opened the door. I was staring at two female coworkers of mine. “Hey Chris” shouted Rachel, one of my peers in my group at work. “Hi Rachel, Hi Lauren. What are you doing here?” It was the only think I could think of saying. I could feel my heart racing as I stared at my coworkers, probably turning red too. “Well, we know Victoria through her father and she invited us. I think there are a few more ladies showing up later.”

“Well, come in and let me get you a drink.” I said as my heart felt like it was pounding through my chest as I knew shortly my ass would be exposed to them. I motioned with my hand for them to go ahead of me but they said “we will follow you to the bar.” Laughter was heard as I stepped in and walked in front of them with my uncovered butt now in their view. “Wow, Chris! Cute ass!” said Lauren, as the two of them snickered. It was embarrassing to have coworkers see your butt but I also knew the evening was going to get worse.

More people were arriving and I was getting more and more nervous. I recognized many of their faces from the gym. I am guessing that many of them are Joe’s clients. My friend Kristen, who already saw all the nude pictures, arrived with a few of her friends. Victoria’s mom and her friend Carol, who already saw Joe naked at Cynthia’s sex toy party, are here. Joe will not like that as they are friends of Joe’s mom. Carol and Sharon have known Joe since he was a little boy.

I hear my name being called and as I turn around, I see my best friend Ryan and his younger sister, Shannon. I have known Ryan all my life and grew up with Shannon who is a few years younger than us. I couldn’t believe they were here. Victoria not only invited ladies from my office but now invited friends of mine to witness my humiliation. “Is it true?” asked Ryan.

“Is what true and why are you guys here?” I questioned.

“Victoria said you and Joe were going to be naked waiters. We are not here to see you. We came to see Joe.” rambled Ryan. “Well, I came to see Joe. Shannon came to see both of you.” Shannon just smiled at me with a look of “I am going to see you naked tonight”. As you might remember from earlier stories, Ryan and I are gay and Ryan has a crush on Joe. “Joe is working the back part of the party, near the bar.” I responded. Ryan and Shannon headed back to ogle Joe’s body but first Shannon took at peek at my rear end and giggled.

Joe’s brother’s wives, Megan and Jennifer, and his cousin, Kelsey who is a senior in college, just arrived. They made a smart comment about “nice seeing me again” referring to the day that saw me naked at the World Naked Bike gölcük escort Ride. Joe is going to freak out when he sees his family here.

Everybody was drinking hard, doing shots, and getting unruly. It was a rowdy crowd and I think Victoria has been filling their heads with scenarios for our humiliation. She reminded Joe and I that we must do whatever she says or any one of her guests say. My heart just sank knowing that she has complete control over us.

I asked Joe if he knew his two sister-in-law were here. He said “Yes. And they also brought two of my other female cousins too, both are freshman in college.” Joe also told me that Victoria invited many people from our gym, many of them are Joe’s clients that he is training. I looked around and recognize the women from our gym. I don’t know them personally but see them on a regular basis.

I am getting more and more anxious. My face has been warm all night, I must be flushed. I have a nauseous feeling in my stomach like I’m going to throw up. My heart was still racing and got worse when I heard Victoria rounding everyone up for the show to begin. I heard Joe say, “oh shit!” I turned my head to see what’s happen. He said, “You remember Jessica, Samantha, and Emily from my office from the Naked Bike Ride. Well, see those girls next to them?” I nodded yes. “They are ALL from my office.” I looked at Joe and said “Your entire office is here?” Joe didn’t speak; he just took a big breath.

The party guests took their seats. The seats were set in a semi-circle, all facing forward like watching a speaker. The guests were all smiling and laughing, knowing what was about to happen. Joe had a solemn look on his face, expressionless. I looked at his hands and they were shaking. I was having trouble catching my breath.

Victoria took center-stage and commanded everyone’s attention. Everybody immediately became quiet waiting for the next direction from their hostess. A bead of sweat fell down my cheek from my brow. Victoria summoned Joe and I to join her up front. As we walked to the front, there were whistles and “cat-calls” as our bare white asses walked by. I am embarrassed by my butt being on display but I know, very soon, everything will be on display.

Joe and I are standing facing the party guest; both of our faces are flushed. For the first time, I realize how many people are here watching. The room is full and I will soon be naked in front of all of them. There is a queasy feeling in my stomach. Joe is still staring blankly into space. It is like he has zoned out. I wish I could do that. Unfortunately, I am well aware of the surroundings, who is here, and what is being said.

I am canvassing the crowd that has been assembled by Victoria. Again, she has accomplished her goal of gathering all the people that would embarrass us the most. Ryan and Shannon are in back, giggling with each other. I know they are mostly interested in what will happen with Joe but they will still witness my chagrin. I look towards the left and see two of my coworkers staring intently at me. They both have smiles on their faces like it is Christmas morning and they are getting ready to open their presents.

Suddenly there are a few new faces next to them. As I focus in on them, there is a lump in my throat and tightness in my chest… it is the office receptionist and MY BOSS. With Victoria’s father the CEO of my company, she knows all the employees that would be most humiliating to me. I can’t believe it. Not only does Joe have most of his office staff here but so do I including two ladies in my division and my boss. My boss will see me naked shortly. How humiliating it will be to be naked in front of them and then have to work with them on Monday

I look away from them and see the people that Victoria gathered to humiliate Joe. There are Joe’s two sisters-in-law and his three female cousins, all of them college aged. The cousins are all knelling in the front row, directly in front of Joe. I am not sure if they have ever seen a guy naked before but they are going to see their 28 year old cousin completely naked soon. Sitting just behind them, are Joe’s mom’s friends, Carol and Sharon, guzzling down their drinks. Standing behind them are Joe’s coworker, Emily, Samantha and Jessica and others. And then all the ladies from the gym, are seated to our left. All in all, the audience is about 25 people, and every eye is focused on the boys wearing the black aprons.

Victoria declares “Chris and Joe are here for our entertainment. Don’t be shy. Shout out suggestions and I encourage audience participation.” The crowd erupts in cheers and laughter. My face is beet red and heart is pounding. I look over and Joe is breathing hard, like he is trying to catch his breath, again looking like he is going to pass out. “The first thing is we need to get these boys naked!” Chills run up and down my body hearing those words.

I close my eyes knowing the humiliation is beginning. Victoria izmit sınırsız escort instructs Joe and I to put our hands on top of our heads. The spectators cheer, getting ready for the unveiling. Victoria takes a few steps to her right and positions herself directly behind me. She grabs the strings of my apron and pulls. The apron falls to the ground and I am completely exposed to the crowd. The onlookers scream, holler and laugh at the site of my cock. I didn’t want to but I looked around. I didn’t move my head, just moved my eyes. I looked at my coworkers and they are laughing and whispering to one another. My boss is expressionless, but staring directly at my dick. Shannon, my best friend’s sister, has her hand over her mouth but staring directly at me.

A shocking feeling goes through your body when you’re exposed. It starts in your chest, like a tightness. It’s hard to breath. Then it’s in your stomach, like a nauseous queasy feeling. Then it travels down your stomach to a tingle feeling in your legs. It feels like they are shaking so bad it is hard to stand up. Crazy things go through your mind, “Am I average size?”, “are they laughing because I’m small?” “how humiliating it would be to get an erection now.” “Or are they laughing because they will always know what I look like naked.”

Now it is Joe’s turn. Victoria is behind him and tugs on his apron strings viciously dropping his apron to the floor. Joe’s cock pops up and his entire body is now fully exposed to the crowd. The noise is the room is deafening with loud screams of laughter and women whistling. Joe just looks straight ahead, not making eye contact with anyone. I look down at his younger cousins and they are laughing hysterically as they are less than 10 feet from Joe’s naked body. Joe’s personal training clients are whistling and ogling his naked body. I am sure they have all fantasized what Joe looks like naked under his gym clothes.

Then there is the group of women from his office. They probably saw the pictures of Joe from the Naked Bike Ride but now are getting the live show. They are all screaming rude comments at their naked office mate. They make a comment that captures Joe’s attention. He breaks out of his daze and looks over at them. When he makes eye contact, the ladies all scream and clap emphasizing the fact that he is naked in front of them. They all know how big Joe’s cock is, how big his balls are, and that he is circumcised, actually they see that we are both circumcised. Joe quickly looks down and tries to take a deep breath.

We continue to stand there, with our hands on our hands, looking out at the crowd that is gawking at our bodies. This is bringing back the bad memories from Steven’s party where both Joe and I were naked in front of his party guests. This is worse because of the people at this party. It is humiliating to be naked in front of friends and coworkers, people you see regularly. I can’t imagine how Joe feels being naked again in front of his female family members. His cousins have not stopped laughing at Joe’s humiliation while his Megan and Jennifer, his brother’s wives, continue taking videos.

Victoria tells us to shake it for the crowd. Joe and I wiggle our hips back and forth, making our cocks bounce around. Loud burst of laughter echo in the room as we bounce our dicks around for the ladies to enjoy. Victoria instructs us to turn around and give the rear view. Joe and I turn around with our butts towards the audience giving a full unobstructed view of our asses. Again, more hollers and obscene comments come from the rowdy crowd. The view of our butts gives someone an idea. “I think the bad boys need a good spanking!” yells someone from the crowd.

“I think you’re right!” proclaims Victoria. “Joe is first. Who wants to give Joe his spanking?”

“I will do it.” Says Carol, Joe’s mom friend who is probably in her 60’s. A look of horror crossed Joe’s face, either thinking about being spanked in front of the party guests or that his mom’s friend, who has known him all his life, will spank his naked butt. The crowd roars in laughter as Carol walked towards the front of the room. A chair is placed; front and center, and Carol puts down her Manhattan cocktail to free up both hands.

Victoria stares into Joe’s eyes and says “time for your spanking, Joseph!” Joe bows his head and turns towards Carol who is seated in the chair now. Carol turns her head towards Joe and is eye level with Joe’s cock. Carol takes a moment to enjoy her up close view of Joe’s package. Joe can’t believe that he mom’s friend is leering at his body like she is. She pats her lap instructing Joe to lay over her lap for his smacks.

“Do I have to lay over her lap?” pleads Joe. “Can’t I stand beside her and she can paddle me?”

“No! You must lay across her lap.” quickly answers Victoria as she pushed down on Joe’s back guiding him towards Carol’s lap. Joe bends down and lays across Carol lap with his naked butt inches from Carol’s face. It’s a good thing Joe has a nice bubble butt which everyone in the audience is admiring. I hear Carol say to Joe, “This spanking is what your mom should be doing to you parading around your naked body in front of everyone. You should be ashamed of yourself Joseph Michael!” Joe didn’t say anything but I knew he was ashamed. How did we get ourselves into this mess?

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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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The second I arrived home I took my clothes off and took an ice cold shower mainly to calm my caged dick down. I managed to contain myself and stayed away from porn or erotic thoughts so an erection did not distract me from my daily life.

I was hoping to get unlocked as soon as possible and waited until Ella contacted me again.

A week passed with no calls or messages, my patience was at it’s end as my cock needed desperate release.

I texted Ella asking her why she has not contacted me. I expressed my passion for her but my needs take over once she does not step in.

She texted back with the demand that I send a pic of my cock. I sent her a snap of my caged penis to prove that I’m still following her wish.

She responded with a picture of Nathan’s erect cock in her hand with a smiley face. She told me to keep calm and play along, in the end it would be all worth it.

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It was now the second week and I could feel the cage taking it’s mental tole as I was losing sleep due to constant pent-up sexual stress. I texted her that I’m on the verge of breaking the cage because I was losing my damn mind.

I received a video call from her shortly after that had the camera in Nathan’s POV as he was fucking Ella from behind slowly, making me watch it helplessly. Ella held her ass cheeks open with her hands so more light came in for the camera. Nathan deliberately was doing slow deep strokes as my cock strained against the cage from his teasing.

After a few minutes he pulled out and came on Ella’s asshole and cunt closing the call.

Ella texted me right after saying that she has a 1 on 1 session in store for me and i just need to hold on a little longer.

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I gathered my courage and took a firm decision that if not unlocked on my now third week I would take matters in my own hands.

Ella called me and said that we are going to talk things trough before I take further action. I sent her a current photo of my caged cock for evidence of my conviction to her.

“You’re therapy is going so well, I’m so proud of you. I know how hard it is…no pun intended.” Ella giggled. “I can imagine the pain you are experiencing but it’s for your own good, trust me.”

“I need to get out of this cage Ella, you have the key and need to unlock me. I can’t live like this any longer. I’m sorry this is as far as I can escort kocaeli go for you.” I said speaking to Ella for the first time with a tone.

“I will unlock you I promise, but first we need to talk things out. Let’s have a phone therapy session since we are both talking.” Ella suggested.

“Okay fine, what do you want to talk about?” I asked.

“Since me and Nathan have tested and pushed most of your boundaries now the way to proceed is to know what you crave and imagine as new challenges in our relationship. Do you have any creative ideas you would like to share hmm?” Ella asked with a low voice.

“Well I never thought much about it that way. I was always in awe every time you guys dominated me leaving me no time to accept the situation before overwhelming me with the next hot action.” I responded.

“Well how about a fantasy you have? Is there anything you would like to do? Imagine the three of us were naked in a room. Tell me how you would proceed.” She said.

I thought about her question and shared one of my hot fetishes with her. “I have this fantasy…you know how you stroked Nathan’s cock in my face for the first time? Well i would love it if you kept his cock there, got on your knees and blew him while i watched next to you. But that’s not all. I want you to kiss me periodically, switching from his cock to my mouth the entire time, teasing me with a kiss and pulling back to suck his balls and then sticking your tongue down my mouth making me taste it. That would be so hot!”

“So let me get this straight, you want us both on our knees next to each other with a sexy large cock in front of us. A thick long shaved hard cock that is twice the size in length and girth of your small dick. A cock that can fuck me unconscious and give me multiple orgasms while you watch and beg to jerk off. You want me to wrap my lips around it, lick it up and down with my wet tongue, suck the head and worship the balls as you watch right next to me. Then you want me to look at your pathetic sight and give you a kiss just after I had my mouth on another man’s dick. You want to have the taste of a superior alpha passed from my mouth to yours as I go back to take that fat monster deeper in my mouth every time I tackle it. Then the next time I lean in for a kiss I pull back before our lips touch to tease you as I embrace his large scrotum in my mouth pulling one testicle back and letting it go with a pop. kocaeli escort After that I stick my tongue out for you to suck as I jerk the largest cock in the room while we are kissing. You want me to keep doing that until he cums in my mouth, as I kiss you with his cum flowing down your mouth. Is that what you desire you dirty perv?” Ella asked sensually with a calm demeanour.

“Yes…” I said grinding my teeth.

“Tell me what your dick looks like right now.” Ella requested.

As I looked down at my imprisoned penis I spoke into the phone and said “It’s so swollen, my dick is poking out of the free spaces between the bars. It hurts a lot.”

“I like the idea you have, I’ll ask my boyfriend if he will agree to you kissing me extensively. If he agrees I’m on board, but I assume he will make you do something extremely degrading before he grants you your wish of second hand cock worship.” Ella jested.

“Now that you shared your thoughts with me I will give you a reward for your honesty.” I heard Ella walking as her heels made noises trough the phone.

“I want you to shut your mouth and listen.” Ella ordered me.

All of the sudden soft licking and sucking sounds came from her side. I immediately realised she was giving Nathan a blowjob for me to listen to on the phone. I was listening closely as the noise picked up but was halted after 2 minutes of sucking.

“Can you guess what I’m doing? Ella asked.

” You are sucking Nathan off.” I responded.

“That’s right…I’m worshipping his large manhood. Tell me…are you jerking off right now as I slurp on his cock?” Ella teased me.

“No I can’t, I’m locked up.” I said with anger in my voice.

“Oh that’s right…I forgot hahaha. Well I hope your tiny dick is not in too much pain, I’m just getting started with this thick cock. Enjoy the sound in the mean time.” Ella said laughing at me.

Louder sucking and slurping sounds resumed as I listened to her blowjob parade. She was really putting work into this blowjob. I could hear faint grunts of pleasure coming from her boyfriend.

As the sound again stopped Ella continued her conversation with me. “IF your dicklet was free, would you jerk off to the sound of my felatio?”

“Yes…” I said.

“Imagine if you had a big cock like this all the pleasure I would give you with my mouth. Imagine the feeling of my throat around your massive kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan size.” Ella taunted me.

” Argh, Ella it hurts so much please don’t torture me like this.” I begged as my pain and torment from the cage were taking action.

“Oh fuck, it turns me on when you beg like that. Beg me to swallow his cock. I want you to listen to me choke on my lovers meat. I will give you a time and date next week for the next therapy session if you can stay silent as you listen to me gag on this horse cock.” Ella lustfully said.

I gathered my composure and came to my senses saying “Please goddess take his glorious cock all the way in. I want to hear how a real man fuck’s your mouth. I need you to slobber on his cock and drench it in your sweet spit.” I said passionately.

As I said that my ear was filled with loud gagging and gurgling sounds as I assumed Ella had swallowed Nathan’s entire meat spear. She just kept the music going not letting up as it took my entire willpower to stay silent and endure the pain of the cage.

“Babe I want to fuck you.” I heard Nathan say as the call closed.

I was slightly nauseous from the blood pump in my trapped penis as I rushed to the fridge and got an ice pack to put on my nut sack. Just as I sat in my couch to calm down a video call came in. I decided to cheat a little and keep my dick cold so I would not get a mental breakdown from Ella’s mind games.

I opened the video call and saw Nathan’s saliva covered cock being jerked slowly by both of Ella’s hands. She then dangled the small chain with my chastity key in front of the camera and wrapped it around the base of Nathan’s dick leaving the key rest on his shaved pubic area.

Ella stood up and bent over to show me the most important thing in my life, her amazing pussy and ass. She backed that fat ass up on Nathan’s monster cock and grinded on it as I was watching on my phone. She took it in her hand and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina as she slowly sat on it and worked it inside her. When she reached the base she kept it there and started grinding her hips and twerking, making me lose my shit as that was the hottest thing I have ever seen. I pressed the ice pack as hard as I could on my dick but it didn’t help much against something as arousing as this.

Thankfully the feed was cut off, saving me from further genital and mental damage. I could not wait to get this damn cage off. My balls were a deep red and my dick had blue lines on it from pressing against the cage.

A few moments later Ella sent me a snap of the chastity key covered in cum, with a heart emoji attached to it. She also told me to come by on Monday afternoon at their apartment. He last message to me was. “We have so much in store for you XOXO.”

To be continued.

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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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(Author’s note: My name is Jessica Tang Von Harper and I hope you enjoy my entry into the Nude Day story contest!)

*

Chloe and Marianne lay on deck chairs next to each other beside Chloe’s backyard swimming pool. Chloe wore a green bikini and Marianne wore a black one. They both wore sunglasses.

“So your parents are back tonight?” Marianne asked.

“Yes. Along with Tony and his friend.”

“I thought Tony was going to New Zealand.”

“Tomorrow. He and his friend Ben are catching another flight tomorrow morning. But they’ll stay the night.”

“Ben?”

“Yeah. He’s from New Zealand. Tony’s going to stay with them in New Zealand for a few weeks.”

“Too bad. I probably won’t get to see Tony.”

“No, he’ll hardly be here at all. He’s just passing through. But he’ll be back in a few weeks, though.”

A few minutes passed in silence as the girls lounged in the sun.

“Did we waste this?” Marianne asked.

“Huh?”

“Your parents were gone for two weeks. Two weeks, you had the house to yourself. Shouldn’t we have done more?”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. A big party, maybe?”

“We had a party two nights ago.”

“A dozen people, and we sat around watching movies. That’s not what I call a party. That’s a get-together.”

“Okay. So what are you talking about then?”

“You know…A party! People in every room. Music. Alcohol. Mysterious but handsome strangers giving us meaningful looks from across the room.”

“Mess. Damage. People getting drunk and throwing up everywhere. No, thanks. You can meet your mysterious stranger in someone else’s house. I’d rather know everyone who comes in my house.”

“But how do you meet someone new if you already know everyone?”

“I don’t know.” Chloe shrugged languidly. “It’s too late for that kind of thing anyway. My parent’s are back tonight.”

Marianne sighed. She sat up and began to wiggle the straps of her bikini top up toward her shoulders.

“Whatcha doing?” Chloe asked.

“Skinny dipping, while I still can.” Marianne freed her breasts from the top and pulled the black tangle over her head. “You coming?”

“Nah. I’m nice and toasty.” Chloe turned her head, watching as Marianne peeled the bottom of her suit down her legs. Marianne stood and approached the side of the pool, pausing at the edge of the water.

Chloe smiled, admiring her friend’s slender nude body and long legs. “That jogging is paying off, beautiful…” she called out lazily.

Marianne didn’t turn around, but acknowledged the compliment by giving her rear end a wiggle. She gave a quick hop at the lip of the pool and then jumped forward, disappearing into the water with barely a splash. Chloe closed her eyes, feeling the warm sun beating against her skin.

Marianne burst to the surface of the water. “It’s so cold!” she wailed.

“Told ya.” Chloe giggled. She cracked an eyelid, peeking at Marianne’s head bobbing in the water, her long blonde hair floating on the surface of the water behind her like a bridal train. Chloe thought the world looked better through her sunglasses, the greens greener, the blues bluer. She let her eyes close again. She felt like she was drifting away into the air, her body melting into nothingness.

***

Chloe didn’t hear her parent’s car pull into the driveway, but she heard their voices outside, and she could hear the sound of Petey’s toenails tapping on the kitchen floor as the elderly dog scampered to the front door. It was shortly after five o’clock in the evening, and Chloe had been watching TV. She turned the TV off and sat, waiting and listening.

A key turned in the front door lock. The door opened. “Hey, Petey!” Her father’s voice greeted the dog, and she could hear the dog’s tail slapping against the wall. Her father called, “Chloe? We’re home!” She could hear her mother and brother talking to each other as well. Someone spoke in a low baritone, a voice she didn’t recognize, and then she heard the sound of her mother’s laughter.

Chloe slid out of her chair and headed to the front hallway, her bare feet padding silently on the carpet. “Ah, there she is!” her father said, smiling broadly when he noticed her walking towards him. Chloe hugged him, looking over his shoulder at the others who were passing through the front door.

“Hi, mom!” she said, releasing her father to give her mother a welcome-home hug. She grinned at Tony, then snuck a peak at his college friend. So this was Ben? Tony hadn’t told her he was so cute! He was tall, probably about four inches taller than she was, with a short mop of thick dark hair and an easy grin on his face. Chloe suddenly wished she had something more flattering on. She’d been lounging around the house in a loose pair of shorts and a tank top.

“Hey, sis… been a while,” Tony said as she hugged him next. “How’s everything? You good?”

“Yeah. Glad you’re back, Tony, even if it’s just for tonight.” Growing up, Tony and she had experienced their fair share of sibling fights, but since Tony kocaeli escort bayan had moved out to go to college on the east coast, they seemed to get along a lot better.

“Hey, this is Ben.” Tony waved at the handsome boy behind him. “Ben, meet my sister Chloe.”

Ben grinned. He had gorgeous brown eyes. “Hey, Chloe,” he said as he leaned forward to give her a casual one-armed squeeze. “I recognize you, kind of. Tony had a picture of the two of you on his desk… from San Francisco? You’re standing in front of a trolley?”

“Oh, yeah. I know the one.”

“Yeah. You’re older now, but I still recognize you. Tony says you just graduated from high school?”

“Yeah. Just a few weeks ago.”

“Are you following Tony to Penn State?”

Chloe shook her head. “No. University of Washington.”

“Ah. That’s a good school, too.” Ben flashed his grin at her, and Chloe felt herself melting inside. She adored his New Zealand accent, which sounded sophisticated but not difficult to understand. Her mind had already started to dictate a future text to Marianne, describing this cute college boy who was going to spend the night at her house.

“I’m starving!” her father proclaimed. “What do you say we order a bunch of pizzas?” Chloe stepped out of the way, letting herself slip into the background as her mother and father fussed around the house and Tony and Ben carried their suitcases upstairs to Tony’s room. She considered going up to her own room to change clothes, but thought it would be embarrassingly obvious if she came downstairs all dressed up for a dinner that consisted of delivery pizza. Tony would see right through her and would definitely tease her.

Instead, she disappeared into the living room and jumped on her phone. She quickly described the situation to Marianne in a rapid exchange of texts. Marianne, of course, wanted to come over for dinner.

“No point,” Chloe texted back. “Everyone’s tired. They’ll probably just crash.”

“You just want to keep him for yourself!” Marianne texted back.

Chloe sent back a quick “LOL”. She added, “I’ll sneak a pic and send it to you.”

The doorbell rang, and Chloe’s father answered. It was the pizza delivery. Her father paid for the three large pizzas and brought them to the dining room table. Tony and Ben descended rapidly down the stairs. “Smells great!” Tony said, eagerly grabbing a slice of pepperoni.

Chloe emerged from the living room, feeling shy, and quietly sat across from the two boys at the table. She took a slice of veggie lovers. Her father sat at the head of the table, and her mother took the opposite chair.

It was good to have Tony home, even if it was just one night. The dinner table seemed brighter and more alive with him there. He had always been loud and boisterous, and now it seemed like he had a whole semester of college stories to tell. He and Ben almost seemed like a comedy duo, the way they alternated their narration, and Chloe could barely eat because she was laughing so hard at their adventures.

They talked with enthusiasm about their upcoming trip to New Zealand. “Ben’s place is in a beautiful area,” Tony said. “You should see his pictures. It’s like he’s got a mountain range in his backyard.”

“I told Tony he’s welcome to come visit anytime he wants,” Ben said. “My family is happy to give him a place to stay.” Ben smiled at Chloe. “That goes for you too, Chloe. If you ever want to visit New Zealand, you can come stay with us.”

“I’d love to go to New Zealand some day,” Chloe said. She felt like her pulse increased in speed every time Ben smiled at her.

“You can come with me next time, Chloe,” Tony assured her. “I think you’d love it.”

Chloe thought to herself, “Yes, I’m sure I’d love the scenery,” as she peeked at Ben’s handsome features. As if he could sense her gaze, he looked her way and flashed her that easy grin. She shifted her eyes quickly away.

“What do you say to watching a movie?” her father asked after the leftover pizza had been put away. “We could see what’s available to stream.”

“Sure, sounds great,” Ben said.

“I’m too tired,” her mother said. “I might turn in.”

“Mom always likes to go to sleep early,” Tony told Ben.

Her mother nodded. “I’m a morning person. You two shouldn’t stay up too late either. Your flight leaves pretty early.”

“We won’t,” Tony said. “Good night, mom.”

They all said good night, and Chloe’s mother went up the stairs while the rest of them went to the living room to sit around the enormous television screen. After browsing the movies, they settled on “Bridge of Spies.”

Her father barely lasted five minutes before he was snoring loudly in his chair. Tony grinned. “Dad? Dad?” Tony poked him in the arm and their dad snapped awake.

“What… did I fall asleep?”

“Yeah. You didn’t miss much, the movie just started.”

Her father rubbed his eyes. “Maybe I need to go up with your mother.”

“Cool,” Tony said. “See you in the morning.”

After izmit otele gelen escort their father left, Ben glanced at Chloe. “What about you, Chloe?” he asked. “You tired too?”

“Me? I’m not tired at all. I slept in until ten this morning.”

The boys chuckled. “We were up at four thirty,” Tony said. “And that’s after we stayed up until one in the morning packing the place up.”

“Did you sleep at all on the plane?”

“I tried to,” Tony said.

They continued watching the movie. Chloe kept her eyes on the screen, but she secretly watched Ben out of the corner of her eye. She wished she could chat with him some more, but he seemed to be interested in the movie and she didn’t want to distract him.

After an hour, Tony said, “I have no idea what’s going on in this thing. Are you guys following this?”

“Yes,” Chloe said. “I mean, mostly…”

Tony shook his head. “I’m nodding out, I think. This is too complicated a movie when I’m this tired. We should have found some stupid comedy instead. Or a horror movie. Something where we don’t have to think too much.”

“You want to watch something else?” Chloe asked.

“Ben?” Tony looked at his friend for the answer.

“Ahh… we should probably just call it a night,” Ben said. “Don’t you think?”

“Yeah,” Tony said. “We’re going to head up.”

“Okay.” Chloe nodded.

“Good night.” Ben smiled at her. “If I don’t see you tomorrow, Chloe, it was nice to meet you.”

“Oh… I’ll wake up tomorrow morning to say goodbye,” Chloe said.

“Okay. Then maybe I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” Ben nodded at the television. “Enjoy the rest of the movie.”

“Good night,” Chloe said. She listened to them stomping up the stairs, then followed the sound of their footsteps passing above her as Tony walked Ben to the guest bedroom. She moved to the couch, settling into the spot where Ben had been sitting, feeling his warmth still on the cushions. After a few minutes, she heard footsteps above her again, Tony’s most likely, heading from the guest bedroom to his own.

Chloe pulled out her phone. She texted to Marianne, “Everyone’s sleeping already.”

Marianne texted back almost immediately. “Already?!? It’s not even nine!”

“I told you,” Chloe sent. “Nothing happening here.”

“Did you get to talk to him at least?”

“Yes… he’s so funny. I was laughing so hard at dinner.”

“LOL. Send me his pic!”

Chloe watched Tom Hanks on the screen for a few minutes. She texted, “I didn’t get a pic of him. I’ll get one in the morning.”

“They’re leaving early?” Marianne sent back.

“I’ll wake up to say goodbye,” Chloe sent. She gazed at the phone, waiting to see if Marianne would reply, but the phone sat quietly in her hand. She returned her attention to the movie. After a few minutes, the phone buzzed. Marianne’s message: “Set an alarm!” Chloe set down the phone without bothering to reply.

She watched “Bridge of Spies” to the end. Afterwards, she flipped through the channels, watching bits and pieces of things, never staying on a channel for long. The house was very quiet, and it was easy for her to imagine that she was still alone there like she’d been for the previous two weeks.

Finally, she turned off the television. She spent a few minutes wandering around the downstairs turning off lights. The clock in the kitchen read 11:08. That late already? Chloe decided she would take a quick shower and try to go to bed. She’d been staying up past 2 AM every night while her parents were out of town, but it was a bad habit to be in.

Chloe walked up the stairs. She could hear the low snore of her father as she passed their bedroom, muted by the closed door. Chloe could see a red glow emanating from her bedroom, generated by the lava lamp she kept on her dresser. It was the only light upstairs, but it was enough to see by.

Chloe retrieved a towel from the hall closet. The door creaked, and she could hear Petey’s dog tags jingle from her parent’s bed room, as the dog no doubt lifted his head towards the sound. Chloe closed the door gently. She stepped into her bedroom, finding her dresser by the red glow of the lava lamp, and pulled out a clean pair of panties and a long sleep shirt. Bundling these items along with the towel, she crossed the hall and entered the bathroom. She made sure to close the door before flipping the light switch. The overhead light flickered on and the ventilation fan hummed to life.

She hung the towel on the shower door and dropped her new clothes on the floor. She reached in past the shower door and turned on the water. It came out cold at first, but soon started to fill the room with steam, despite the efforts of the ventilation fan. Chloe peeled off her tank top and removed her bra. She discarded these clothes on the floor by the door, followed swiftly by her shorts and panties. When she slid open the door to the shower, a cloud of steam enveloped her, warming her. It felt kocaeli suriyeli escort nice.

She stepped in, leaning into the spray, letting it wet her dark hair. She ran her fingers through the long strands, looking for tangles. After a few minutes of relaxing under the hot water, she put some soap onto a pouf and started to scrub.

A knock came on the door. Before she could speak, the door opened. She was astonished to see Ben’s head poke in.

“I’m in here!” she protested, although she was stating the obvious.

“I know. Do you mind if I take a quick leak?” Without waiting for her answer, he stepped in and closed the door behind him.

Fortunately, the towel hanging on the door blocked her body from his view, but Chloe was still shocked that he would enter so casually. He noticed the look on her face and shrugged. “Sorry… I guess I’m used to being casual about the bathroom. I’m sure Tony told you, our bathroom was co-ed at the red apartments?”

“Yes…” Tony had told her that, but hadn’t provided any details of what that meant. “There’s another bathroom downstairs…”

“Don’t worry… I’ll be quick.” Ben stepped up to the toilet and put up the lid. Chloe’s eyes went wide as he nonchalantly undid the front of his pants and fished out his penis. It was thick and long, like a snake with a bulging pink head He didn’t seem to care that she could see him. He pointed the thing at the toilet, and after a moment a stream of urine launched out of the tip and splashed into the water.

Chloe stood under the spray of the shower, her arms crossed over her breasts, staring at Ben’s penis through the glass. She couldn’t look away, watching in awe as the stream of pee gradually ebbed until a final few drips trickled into the toilet. He bounced it up and down, shaking off the last few drops. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. What would Marianne say when Chloe told her?

Ben held his penis between his fingers and tucked it back into his pants. He went to the sink and started to wash his hands. “Tony’s asleep,” he said to her. “I tried to sleep… I think I got an hour and then I woke up. I always have trouble sleeping before a flight.”

“Aren’t you going to be tired tomorrow?” Chloe asked. She wasn’t sure what to do. Should she wait for him to leave before she continued her shower? She still hadn’t washed her hair, and she felt very vulnerable standing under the water naked while he was in the room.

He chuckled. “Yeah, no doubt. But I can sleep on the plane.”

“I always have trouble sleeping on planes,” Chloe said.

He wiped his hands on the hand towel. “Really? Why?”

“They’re so cramped,” she said. “And loud.”

“Loud? Well, you could always put on headphones.” Ben leaned against the sink. “It’s a pretty long flight to New Zealand. I think I’d go crazy if I didn’t sleep through some of it. I’d sleep through all of it if I could. Wouldn’t that be nice? Close my eyes, get some rest, and wake up twelve hours later when the plane is landing?”

“Yeah,” she said. “That would be nice. Um… the co-ed bathroom at your apartment…”

“Oh, yeah.” He grinned at her. “Six guys and six girls sharing one small bathroom. Three stalls and two urinals, two showers. We pretty much had to learn to share everything if we were going to survive. Tony told you about it?”

“No… I mean, not much…”

“We tried to be proper about it, but that lasted for about half of the first week.” He chuckled. “Then we were just too tired and too busy to care. I’d walk in early in the morning and find three or four girls in their panties putting on make-up at the sinks… but what could I do? I couldn’t say, ‘pardon me, please let me know when you’re done’, because I had class in half an hour. I’d just squeeze in beside them at the sinks to brush my teeth and do my own thing.”

He seemed content to lean against the sink and chat with her. Chloe started to relax. She was hidden behind the rectangle of towel on the shower door, and Ben wasn’t showing a great deal of interest in her nudity anyways. When he talked to her, his eyes stayed on her face, and he hadn’t tried to position himself to get a peek around the edge of the towel.

“You know Joanne, right? Tony told you about her?”

“Yes. I mean… you told us that story about her, at the dinner table… about the performance art…?”

“Right, right. Well, a couple months ago, I applied for a spot on this professor’s research team. Professor Wick, a very serious older man. He came by to interview me, and we were sitting in the common area of the apartments. Suddenly, halfway through the interview, here comes Joanne, walking to the bathroom, totally naked. I don’t know if you’ve seen her picture… she’s got an amazing body, very athletic, kind of like you… and she passes by, with her towel slung over her shoulder, totally unconcerned. I look at Professor Wick, and he just shrugs, and says, ‘Penn State’… and he keeps going with the interview like nothing happened.” Ben laughed.

“Did you get onto the research team?”

“I did. Maybe Joanne’s little walk-by had something to do with it. Who knows.” Ben smiled, shaking his head. “That’s just how college is, though. Everyone questions everything, everyone experiments with acting in different ways. Nothing is out of bounds. You’ll see next year. I’m sure University of Washington has the same sort of things happening.”

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