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I definitely recommend reading part 1 first, so much more fun and a logical story line.

Summary: Q&A from readers on part 1 answered. Relationships ends, erotic photo shoot are there to stay and gets published. Which photos have been published where? And perhaps you can answer my last burning questions?

Why have you only now written this apparently true story?

Well, the relationship ends. Life goes on and the intense experience fades into the background. You get older and read a photo shoot story, which made me horny. And memories of my own exciting experience with an ex-girlfriend come flooding back. That’s why and also a bit of processing in the end. It was fun to write but it took a long time, also to dare to publish.

Why did you allow yourselves to be persuaded to have porn photos taken for magazines?

We were probably unconsciously horny, eager to experiment and exhibitionistic. As a 20-year-old, we no longer had any embarrassment. We felt free and happy! Ineke was happy with her body and I was excited and horny to show off my beautiful girlfriend during her initial topless shoot.

I was really overwhelmed by having to participate unplanned, but I didn’t want to let Ineke down either. When asked in advance, I would certainly have said No and Ineke only came for the topless photos with a US$ 70 reimbursement.

Tom was quite a smooth talker and probably had experience with this?

I have never forgotten Isabelle’s comment “nice to see a couple again”. Looking back, we probably exposed a lot of ourselves for little money? I had promised Ineke the first $200 (‘together naked’). As for myself, I didn’t keep any of those $500 (‘erotic’ or was it porn?) wanting to be a “gentleman”.

Were you not afraid that the photos would be seen by acquaintances?

It wasn’t until more than six months later that we thought about what we had actually done. We were on our way to Winterberg (a German ski resort) with Ineke’s sister, who is four years older, and husband. At a German gas station I noticed a kind of ‘tv guide’ magazine with Ineke on the cover, topless and karaman escort smiling together with five other topless girls. Printed in full color, but in newspaper quality.

You might remember, the posed frontal photo in her white undies in front of the white backdrop. All the girls were in simple white cotton undies in the same pose in front of a white backdrop! Ineke later said this had to be carefully agreed upon up front by all photographers? Our photo standing naked together holding hands, while looking in the camera was the only one of a couple in this soft magazine. Showing Inekes firm titties, blond bush and my slightly swallen dick.

With shaking hands I immediately paid and covered the large stack of magazines displaying topless Ineke with another magazine. The magazine was handed with a smile in a discreet paper bag.

Back home Ineke proudly showed the magazine to her older sister and her best friend. All without asking my prior approval. Her sister was unpleasantly surprised, she could have loaned or even given her the money. Ineke tried to explain it was not only about the money. Her sister was also angry with me for participating in that filth. As instead of stopping Ineke when nude, I joined in and even showed my dick!

Ineke’s girlfriend on the other hand thought it was very brave and was proud that we dared to do this together. Especially being naked and even holding each others genitals. She would never ever dare to do this herself. Not even imagining being photographed while having sex in front of strangers! Ineke only told her best girlfriend the whole experience with every detail and my cum shot. This made them both horny while masturbating together as they did every now and than. Luckily, and as far as I know, her sister and best friend kept their mouths shut.

Didn’t you get the magazine with the much more explicit photos?

No, unfortunately Tom only received one copy for his archives. This special series from Fortuna (name publisher) was also only available in sex shops. [b]Amateur Private Couples[/b] (magazine name) kars escort was just porn, nothing erotic about it and even costed $26. A lot more than the usual cost for an adult magazine. Four couples in a glossy magazine (8″ x 10.75″) format in full color with 20 to 25 photos per couple and many explicit close-ups! In German, but also in French and English, hence it was sold in even more countries than Germany. Fortunately and as agreed upon, all outside the Netherlands. We all thought we were the youngest, prettiest and hottest couple. But also with the tamest sex action. BDSM, anal, facials, one woman with three ugly men covered her in cum. Tom was proud our sex was not faked, it showed. A young and good looking couple showing their love, all private parts, penetration and cum. In the same sentence, Tom almost begged us to do a similar video shoot too!

Which explicit photos were in the Amateur Private Couples?

Only the photos in front of the white backdrop, bench and bed. From Ineke in her white sports bra and white panties, one topless photo, the camel toe photo on the bench with the wet spot in her crotch. This is why she had to pull up her undies for Tom!

I must say the close-up from below while Tom lays on the floor was sublime and incredibly horny. Without touching herself, showing her slightly opened labia, swollen clitoris, urethra, cunt hole with girly goo and her virgin asshole in every tiny detail! Ineke was a bit quiet and shocked. Shocked, as she had never seen her intimate parts in such detail. Not even with her best girlfriend exploring themselves with a mirror. She didn’t understand what men find so horny about this? Tom and I pointed to the bulge in our pants. Ineke even felt carefully my dick and squeezed Tom’s dick to measure our erections. Ineke than nodded and smiled happily again and said: “Men are simple, very simple and easy to please”.

I also remember well my photo with Isabelle jerking me off where my silly face was really funny to see. Ineke was just very beautiful with for her an unusually confident look.

Obviously kıbrıs escort Ineke’s ‘spread-eagle’ pink shots. Where she lies on her back on the bed with her legs spread and two hands under her buttocks both opening her just dried vagina as wide open as possible. Multiple views with her entire body in frame, as well as close-ups of her horny looking face, pink vagina with a swollen clitoris and her beautifully shaped opened labia.

Tom and myself were surprised that Ineke even looked straight into the camera while lying on her back after the money shot! This was the photo taken from Ineke’s feet with her slightly hairy cunt at the bottom of the picture, in the middle her tits covered with my then many cum blobs and her horny smiling face. Oh and my wet cock enclosed in her mouth without using her hands. Tom called Ineke an upcoming talent and me a big squirter!

Fortunately, her sister or Inekes best friend did not see the Amateur Private Couples. I would love to see those photos and buy the magazines, even for a lot of money. Or better the negatives!

I have tried for years to find the magazines, especially Amateur Private Couples. Issues were between January and May 1983. Ineke has keep the soft magazine when the relationship ended and copying was not discreetly possible at the time.

Still burning questions for me:

1.

Considering the topless soft (large German circulation) and hardcore magazine (only in adult German, English and French speaking stores). What do you estimate Tom has received for each publication?

2.

What would have been a fair price for us instead of $500?

3.

Would you like to know if we have still made the video shoot? At what price in todays money?

Very curious about your reactions and especially answers, also via PM and email

Thank you for your time!

NOTE: The original Dutch guilders have been adjusted to US$ 2024 for exchange rate and inflation. All US$ here are 2024 for easy reference.

PHOTO SHOOT REIMBURSEMENTS — Female (F) — Male (M) — Couple (C)

Topless (1 hour) – Fully clothed, lingerie & topless : F $70

Nude (1.5 hour) – As topless + implied nude & full nude : F $200 : M $50 : C $250

Erotic (2 hours) – As nude + erotic sexual acts & cum shot : F $325 : M $120 : C $500

Erotic movie (2 hours) – As erotic now on video & promo photos — F $650 : C $1.200

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Trampled underfoot

Dick was on a secret mission this early morning. Lately, he had noticed that his sister got up way earlier than she used to, making some noises in her room next to his. Today, he was up even earlier than her, sneaked into her room while she was sleeping and hid under her desk to find out what she was up to.

As he expected, she got up at six to her alarm and sat down at her desk, right in front of him! When Dick saw that Jane was completely naked and had a towel on her chair, he knew what would happen.

He felt stupid for not realising it. He felt terrified of being found out. He felt an erection building in his groin!

“Please stop! Not like this, not from watching my sister!” he thought.

But his little cock had other ideas as Jane started to watch porn and touch herself mere inches away from his face.

“It’s ok”, he thought, “I just have to wait it out and leave when she’s in the bathroom”.

Of course it was impossible to look away from her hand caressing her vagina, then her middle finger reaching inside as she got visibly and audible wetter and more aroused. But he resisted touching himself as he didn’t want to jack off to his sister and make a mess under her desk.

Then Jane’s feet darted forward, pushing against his cock! She didn’t realise what she was touching under her table, she was too immersed in her ecstasy building up to a sweet orgasm. Dick had nowhere to go as he was already up against the wall so he had no choice but endure the inappropriate yet thrilling stimulation.

Her naked feet pulsed against his erection in rhythm with the waves of pleasure running through her body. Just as Dick was about to squirt all over his sister’s feet and legs, she climaxed and went limp in her chair, releasing the pressure on him. That was close!

On the bus

It was one of these days where he just never got the chance to be on his own long enough to relief the pressure building up in his groin. Jane and Dick were late for school and after they came back home, just had enough time for a quick meal. Then they had to catch the bus that would get them to Amber’s house. They were going to hang out with Jane’s friend and her mum Lisa.

On the bus, they met Melanie and the beautiful twin sisters Anisha and Suni, three of his sister’s friends. Jane wanted kilis escort to sit with Melanie so Dick ended up squeezed against the window next to the sisters, one row in front of the other two.

Of course, the four girls were chatting and giggling for the whole trip and the twins turned around, facing the two other girls over the back rest of their seat. This brought Suni’s naked flat belly just inches away from Dick’s face. Like her sister, she was wearing a loose short white tank top and as he could see when he secretly glanced up her shirt, nothing underneath!

Their firm small breasts were like nothing he had seen before. The skin was fairly light but the areolas were big and very dark, with the nipples almost black. He couldn’t help but stealthily touch his little dick under the coat he had put on his lap. The beautiful girls next to him didn’t notice anything and the people across the isle were staring at their phones like most other people on the bus.

Dick was enjoying the view of the four incredible tits bouncing up and down in perfect synchronicity over every bump in the road so much, he was very close to coming when the bus stopped at their destination and they had to leave the beautiful sisters behind.

And now in stereo

Amber’s mum Lisa welcomed them into her home, serving snacks and drinks. The afternoon went by quickly and Dick for once didn’t think about sex, maybe because Sally wasn’t around. This would change in the evening though. They all squeezed themselves onto a big sofa, Dick wedged between Amber and her mum who kept re-filling her wine glass generously.

The movie of choice was not exactly what he had expected, an erotic thriller with lots of scenes involving kissing, fondling and even one sex scene. Amber’s mum was holding Dick close to her chest, making it hard for him to ignore her big bust under her tank top with a deep cleavage just inches from his face.

At the same time, Amber let her right hand fall onto his left leg as if it was unintentional but she kept it there, starting to move her pinky ever so slightly but unmistakably up and down his thigh.

Needless to say, he became quite hard again, especially when Lisa started holding his hand during the romantic scenes, casually resting her arm on his hard-on. There was no way kırklareli escort she didn’t notice it, she was an experienced woman! It was also no accident when Amber’s mum leaned over to her daughter and her big breast was pushing against Dick’s right arm several times.

“Gosh, it’s getting cold now, don’t you think?” Lisa asked.

“I was going to say the same, yes” replied Amber a little bit to enthusiastically.

Dick was quite hot but he let Amber spread a blanket over all of them. Mother and daughter wasted no time and took one of his hands each and when he didn’t resist, curious as to what would happen next, guided them straight into their panties! Dick froze completely. He had never felt a woman’s vagina and now he got the stereo treatment, young on the left and mature on the right!

They were both hairless, incredibly soft and really wet. Both moved his hand up and down for a while, then took his middle fingers and slowly pushed them inside their pussies. Dick later gathered that it was the shock of the whole situation that stopped him from cumming. He was too confused. Very aroused, yes. Very hard, also. But he didn’t have a chance to touch himself as both his hands were needed elsewhere and it was almost too bizarre to fully enjoy it.

Dick was fascinated to feel the vaginas and most of all, the way Amber and Lisa moved his fingers to get the most pleasure out of the experience. He made sure to remember as much of it as possible so he could make the girl of his dreams cum one day. Amber’s pussy was a lot tighter and she only put his middle finger in. Lisa inserted two and then even three of his fingers. Both moved his fingers in and out now, slowly first, then faster and more vigorously.

Amber climaxed first, leaning over to him and turning her head just enough so only he could hear her suppressed long moan that was accompanied by very noticeable contractions of her pussy. Lisa meanwhile had become incredibly wet and she squeezed him closer to her so hard when she came, it almost hurt.

After they had cum, Amber and her mum held his hand and stroked his legs, moving closer to his crotch but before they arrived there, the movie ended and his sister Jane said “It’s really late and I was about to dose off. I’m going to bed.”

That was the end karabük escort of movie night and Dick was left with blue balls, sleeping on the sofa.

His turn

After all these denied orgasms, Dick was desperate to get relief but just as he was going to sneak into the bathroom, Lisa entered and walked quietly over to him. She knelt down in front of the sofa.

“Hey little Dick” she whispered, “Are you awake?”

An awkward discussion about what had happened earlier was the last thing he needed now, so Dick pretended to be asleep. This didn’t stop Lisa from talking to him though.

“I know it wasn’t fair to use you like this and keep you hanging, dear!”

“You’re not wrong there!” he thought but kept quiet.

Lisa reached into his shorts and felt his dick which was now tiny and limp. She carefully pulled down his shorts and took his little cock between her fingers, stroking it gently. He became really stiff within moments.

“Here you go my poor little Dick”, Lisa whispered, “It’s your turn now.”

She was only wearing a sleeping gown and with one quick movement, it went over her head and she was naked. Dick opened his eyes just enough to get a glimpse of her beautiful body, slim but with large round breasts, breathtaking!

“I bet you never got a blowjob”, Lisa said, “Let me taste that cum of yours!”

Her lips wrapped around his hardening little cock, slowly moving back and forth. This was amazing! He had to force himself not to scream out loud at the sensation. Lisa’s right hand went down between her legs, she still wanted to enjoy this as much as she could. Her other hand was at the root of his penis, intensifying the feeling her soft lips evoked. It was so good and overdue, he couldn’t last any longer.

Lisa became more vigorous and in the moment he started to shoot his load, the little penis slipped out of her mouth. Her hand was still stroking him, giving him an awesome orgasm but instead of swallowing his cum, it splashed all over her face and tits and into her hair!

“Eeek! Holy cow, Dick! Where is all this coming from? Look at the mess!”

Great, now he would be in trouble!

“Haha, my goodness! You must have been full to your eyeballs my poor little darling! I’m glad I helped you, otherwise you would have burst right here, hahaha!”

She was actually enjoying this! What a relief.

Dick kept secretly watching her, the sight of all his come on her body, face and even in her hair would stay with him forever! Lisa pulled his shorts back up and didn’t bother cleaning herself up, going straight into the shower instead, such was the mess he left on her.

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To my readers: I did not see this going beyond a few pages, but as some have discovered, it has become a series. So you don’t get out of order – and again, I apologize – it goes: 1) Treatment, 2) Treatment: Evaluation, then Treatment 2, 3, 4, and then Pam’s Follow Up. Six chapters to date, and the new ones will begin with “Pam: ” . Thanks for the feedback!

“Who’s Dr. McCann?”

“Huh?” replied Pam, acting as if she didn’t understand the question.

“You have an appointment tomorrow at four, it’s here on my calendar,” I responded.

“Oh that,” she smiled, a bit shyly. “It’s nothing, just my yearly check-up. Y’know, for my girl parts,” she said as she pulled the shower curtain shut.

I stood in the doorway looking at the calendar on my phone, listening as the shower came on. “I thought your GYN was Dr. Baker. She have a new partner or something?”

“She is. Was, I’m trying someone else,” Pam said from the other side of the curtain. “Dr. McCann is closer to work so I don’t have to take off so early.”

“Oh, okay. You want me to get the boys?”

“Ronda says she’ll just keep them at her place. I’ll get them on the way home.”

I nodded, though she couldn’t see that. I set my phone on the edge of the sink and turned on the hot water to shave, thinking nothing more of the change and glad I didn’t have to get the kids. My brother, Mike, and I had been planning to meet after work the next day to catch an afternoon minor league game. I was sure I had told Pam about it, but I wasn’t seeing it on our shared calendar and was glad I was still going to be able to make it. As she had things all arranged, I’d just tell her about it after she got out of the shower.

“She new in town?” I asked as the razor buzzed on.

“What?”

“I asked if Dr. McCann is new in town?” I replied a bit louder.

“Yes. The office just opened a couple months ago. They’ve had a sign out saying they are taking new patients. I see it everyday on the drive to and from work,” Pam said.

“That’ll be convenient,” I kept the conversation going in a raised voice. “What do you know about her?”

“Just finished a residency at Columbia, but grew up over in Woodbine, so he decided to move back here to practice,” she said matter-of-factly.

I set my razor down and looked at myself in the mirror. Yep, that was a bit of a surprised look on my face. Pam had always gone to female OBs, since she was younger and had felt uncomfortable with her male doctor. She’d seen the guy her entire life to that point, but said she didn’t want a guy looking at her and touching ‘down there.’ The guy in the mirror was now grinning back at me.

It had been a few months since our afternoon at Pam’s ultrasound follow-up at Dr. P’s office. Pam had ended up completely exposed to the tech, Guillermo, and had even consented to taking some pictures with him. Very explicit and provocative pictures, as she had asked him to drop his scrubs and show her his cock (her word, not mine.) Using his phone, I had taken pictures of him pretending to be doing an ultrasound exam of my completely naked and wantonly exposed wife, sure to not show her face. On my camera, I got the same pics, more or less, but Pam was clearly smiling and enjoying the photo session.

There’d been lots of fantasy talk about what to do with our pictures, and who we’d show them to, but to date nothing had really come of it. See, I promised Pam it would be up to her, that I wouldn’t show anyone or post any until it was her choice. They were on our home computer and my phone, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t been tempted quite a few times to post a few just to show her that she’d get a very positive reception. It didn’t take long to find out that many ladies got ‘tributes’ from their admirers, jack-off videos or pictures. Pam really enjoyed that talk in bed, but still hadn’t said to post anything.

She did continue to dress more flirty; I hadn’t see a non-lace bra in months, Brazilian and thong panties filled her dresser draw (and caressed her body delightfully), and the kitten heels she wore regularly at work had all morphed into three-inch heels, some really cute. Friday pizza nights hadn’t gone where I had hoped, but she did regularly loose her bra before the delivery guy arrived, and one time doffed a thin wife beater t-shirt trabzon escort that left almost nothing to the imagination. She had gotten three extremely thin and light colored leggings that she’d modeled for me, but no one else had been given the opportunity to see her cock-hardening cameltoe and the enticing silhouette of her full bush, not to mention how amazing they lifted and separated her fabulous ass, making her walk a true Siren call. Overall, I was quite pleased, our sex life had improved in frequency and passion, our naughty talks had become much more honest and open, and our love had grown deeper.

I heard the shower stop and the curtain being pulled back, so I turned from the mirror. “Is he handsome?”

Pam didn’t pretend to not understand the question. She smiled, water trickling down her freshly showered body. “I haven’t met him yet, but from the picture on his webpage, I’d have to say yes,” she said with a coy grin. “Hand me a towel please,” she said.

“I kinda like you like that,” I replied.

Her eyes flashed down and back to mine. “I can see that. Or were you thinking of me with my legs in stirrups and Dr. McCann’s face inches from my pussy?”

“Were you?” I asked noting the fullness of her nipples riding high on her gorgeous breasts.

Pam sighed heavily. “Hell yes! Incessantly, maddeningly for almost three weeks!”

She stepped from the shower and walked over to me, leaving wet footprints across the bathroom floor. She wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped up, wrapping her legs around me. Then she lowered herself onto my waiting phallus until she engulfed me fully.

“Carry me to bed and lay down on your back, I want to ride you,” she whispered, her breath hot.

We lay in each other’s arms after each reaching climaxes.

“Why change GYNs, babe? I mean, if you just want to show yourself…?”

Pam didn’t raise her head but spoke quietly to my chest. “I do want to show myself. I think about it all the time, Steve. I find myself daydreaming about all sorts of scenarios and I get incredibly turned on.”

“You do know I’m really fine with that, right?” I responded, caressing the smooth skin of her back.

“I know, and it gets me really worked up knowing how much you enjoy that. I like the reaction it gets,” she said, her hand wrapping around my semi-hard phallus.

“So, go ahead and enjoy yourself.”

She sighed deeply. “It’s not so black and white, y’know. We both work in this town, family and friends might find out, or our employers. There’s folks at church and that our kids go to school with. As it is, I worry about the pizza guys saying something to someone” she said with some irritation.

“Hmm,” I said. “So you’re going to give up Dr. Baker who you’ve been going to for years and go to a male doctor instead?”

She giggled, “Who said I was giving up Dr. Baker? I just need to …” she squeezed where she was holding me.

“So this is just a safe outlet? A place you can have a man look at you and it’s accepted.”

“You do know he’s going to do more than look?” she replied, sitting up and looking at me. “Parts of this exam are not really all that fun, dork, but I am willing… I want to have myself seen by another guy, to feel that thrill again.”

I caressed her face. “I’m sorry for being such an ass. I knew we both enjoyed this …, whatever you call it that we’re doing. But I didn’t know how much you craved and enjoyed it. Or worried about it.”

“You’re not an ass. Well, not all the time,” she smiled. “I know we’ve talked about some fantasies and stuff, but I was a little afraid to tell you how much it honestly arouses me. How much I think about it, the times I have desperately wanted to flash and turn both of us on,” she blurted out, a pleading look on her face.

I began to respond, I’m not sure what, but Pam continued.

“Is it terrible of me, Steve, that I want other men to see my body? That it thrills me to have them look and want me? You know I love you, it’s not that at all, it’s just such an overwhelming rush! And I adore how it’s spiced up our love life,” she finished, falling unto my chest and hugging me tightly.

“There’s nothing wrong with you, Pam. Nothing at all. I have never had the slightest doubt about our love, ever. And as far as tunceli escort your…our…newly discovered thrill, Babe, it’s so damn fucking hot that we’re both really turned on by it,” I said holding her tightly too. “I’m sorry I didn’t understand how much you wanted this, and that I didn’t see your concerns, Babe. I thought that maybe you didn’t want to do it again, which I would fully accept,” I said honestly. “I didn’t realize it was all this other stuff. I’m really glad you shared that.”

“I know it’s kinda dumb, going to a doctor, but I couldn’t think of anything else,” Pam chuckled. “This Dr. McCann sees naked women all day long, I’m sure it’s not going to do anything for him. But I’m hoping to capture a bit of what I felt before with Dr. P, even if it’s not naughty or unexpected.”

“I honestly don’t know how it couldn’t do something to him,” I said. “I mean, I know that not every woman that comes in is beautiful, but, well…”

Pam smacked my chest, “It’s not all pretty bodies.”

“Yeah but…”

“No, think about it. Right now, think about that birthday party for Robbie we attended last week,” she said sitting up. “Of all the women there, how many would you really want to see naked?”

“Ah, I dunno, maybe half?”

“Really? There were several grandmas there, and full-figured women,” she queried, her head cocked to the side.

“Well, not them, I meant,”

“You meant, of the pretty ones?” her eyebrow raised.

I smiled.

“So, not including me, how many?”

“Um, three?”

“Out of what, like twenty-five? Like I said, he has to see all these women. I’m not going to do anything for him. I just hope it does something for me,” she almost pouted.

“I’m pretty sure you just proved it would,” I said.

“Would what?”

“Seeing your naked body will be a turn on for him, though I’m pretty sure he can’t tell you that,” I answered smugly.

“And how do you figure that?”

“If out of every twenty-five women who come into his office, he will find about fifteen percent attractive. And let’s say of those, half will be there because of a problem of some sort, is that fair?”

“I suppose,” she agreed.

“Then you walk in, a new patient, attractive, no reported problems. You’re happy to be there, comfortable being naked in front of him. You want him to examine you, he can sense that….”

“You think so?” she said, a little grin touching the corners of her mouth.

“When Kevin has a new client coming in, can you tell if they are going to be a problem, a run-of-the-mill legal issue that takes no thought, or someone you guys are going to enjoy helping?”

“Usually,” Pam replied, her eyes getting brighter.

I raised my eyebrows, smiling. Pam got a mischievous grin. “Can you make it to the appointment tomorrow?”

“I wish I could, I really do,” I said. “But this is also a good time for you to fly solo. You’ll be with a doc, and it should be safe. But you got to recall and tell me everything,” I finished trying to sound serious.

“Everything?” she asked demurely.

“Everything, so I can close my eyes and imagine being there……”

Pam arrived at Dr. McCann’s office about fifteen minutes before her appointment time, finding a spot in the shade to park. She watched for a few minutes as patients arrived and left. It settled her nerves realizing the Steve had been right, she was an attractive woman and she would brighten the doctor’s day. She was young(ish), had no problems or concerns ‘down there,’ and would just focus on her own enjoyment. After all, she told herself, I’m doing this for me and my husband, it’s not about making Dr. McCann feel good. She took a deep breath, let herself smile, and strode inside.

After checking in, it was only a few minutes before a nurse came out to get her and take her back to the exam room. The nurse took her pulse and BP, checked her weight, and asked the obligatory “Do you need to use the restroom?”

Replying that she didn’t, the nurse then said, “We really appreciate you completing all the forms online, that really helps more than you know. I just want to check on one of the forms, okay?”

“Did I miss one?”

“No, you completed them all, which doesn’t always happen,” smiled the nurse whose nametag read ‘April.’ “It’s uşak escort just that there are a lot of them, and some people don’t always read everything they are signing.”

Pam sighed and rolled her eyes. Working for a law firm, she’d heard that from so many clients. Kevin, the lawyer who she was an assistant to, said that he’d have many fewer clients come to him with a problem if they started reading forms and contracts before signing them.

“I think I understood everything,” Pam assured April, trying not to give her the condescending how-stupid-do-you-think-I-am look.

April nodded. “I’m sure you did, Mrs. Marino. It’s just that Dr. McCann likes us to verify you are clear on the APGO Model Release and give you a chance to change your mind if you’d like, as it doesn’t come up often.”

“The what release?”

April laughed, “I know, it’s a weird name.” She then continued more seriously, “It’s the form from the Association of Professors of Gynecology and Obstetrics that you signed consenting for Dr. McCann to have a medical student present during your gynecological exam, and that the student may perform the exam under direct supervision of the doctor as part of the health care team.”

Pam stared blankly at April.

“You did sign that, Is that correct?”

Pam nodded, a stunned grin on her face.

“I need you to respond ‘yes’ or ‘no’ please.”

Pam recovered herself and said with feigned indifference “Yes, I did.”

“Many of our clients sign that release, but don’t really think the circumstance would ever come up,” April continued. “Dr. McCann has a medical student shadowing him this week, so, would you like to change your mind?”

“Change my mind?”

“Mrs. Marino,” April said, assuming a more just-between-us tone, “it means the student will be in here during your exam, not me. The whole exam…, and may perform some of it themselves. Are you okay with that? If not, I’ll just put down here that you rescinded the APGO release. It happens all the time,” she said with a laugh.

“Really?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it. I’ll just let Dr. McCann you changed you mind.”

“No,” said Pam.

“No, you don’t want to have the student in here?” April asked as she went to click a button on the tablet she was holding

“No, I don’t want to rescind the release,” Pam replied, a calm resolve coming over her.

April referenced her tablet. “Pam, the student is a guy,” she almost whispered.

Pam later told Steve during her recounting the experience that she almost laughed out loud with gleeful anticipation at the realization of what she had stumbled into.

Instead, Pam put her hand on April’s arm, “I figured that, Dear. Do I have to sign something else?”

April raised an eyebrow, and with a grin on her lips replied, “You’re a braver woman than I am. Alright, I’ll let them know.” April nodded to the chair near the exam table, “There’s the gown. You can leave your things there after you change. You know the drill, everything comes off, and the gown goes on open in the back. They’ll be knocking on the door in a few minutes. Remember that you can change your mind at any point. Just let Dr. McCann know if you want the student to leave. Good luck,” she winked.

Pam stepped out of her three-inch brown leather heels, rolled off her thigh highs, then removed her skirt and blouse. She placed the burgundy yolk-waist skirt over the back of the chair, draped the paisley satin blouse over that, then arranged the stockings across them. Smiling, she unhooked the purple and black lace soft cup bra and hooked a strap on one side of the chair back, letting it dangle. Finally, she doffed her matching black and purple lace panties and casually displayed them on the chair seat which was a molded plastic in beige. She knew that they’d stand out nicely. It was how she thought it would look when she had resolved to do this. She wanted Dr. McCann to know he was seeing a sexy woman, not just an anatomical specimen. Maybe he wouldn’t notice, but she wanted this statement for her. This was all for her.

Finally, she sighed, flipped out the gown April had laid out and slipped it over her shoulders, backside uncovered. She was really doing this, she thought as she sat down on the exam table, legs swinging with some nervousness. She looked around the room again. She wanted to be able to describe everything to Steve that night, so it was like he was there. Steve had said he was ‘more than okay’ with this – now there were going to be two men! If Steve had been able to make it, she’d be naked in front of three men. She beamed.

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She went to the beach at every opportunity through summer, spread her towel, slicked her body with sunscreen and waited. The attraction was the life guard who was invariably on duty. He wasn’t just handsome, bronzed and in shape. He seemed intelligent, sensitive, awkwardly shy, excessively polite and was obviously socially inept. She kept going, hoped he’d talk to her and wondered if her assessment was correct. She thought his deficiencies were endearing and his sincerity often left her suffused with an inexplicable warmth quite independent of the heat of summer. Obviously, others felt the same.

The other girls seemed to have more success, he talked to them. Perhaps because they wore skimpy bikinis and she was in a one piece. She thought it shouldn’t matter but it seemed to. She wondered if he was gay but was almost sure he wasn’t.

More than one of his admirers swam, as far as they dared, and waved their arms around to be rescued. He’d leap out of his big chair and race with pounding feet, splash through the water and swim so powerfully to their rescue. Only he didn’t seem to realise it was a game. He’d pull them back to shore and go through the requirements of the surf life saver’s manual, as best he could, while they smothered him with kisses and thanks and closely checked the lumps packed in his Speedos. Rue, along with all the other girls, took advantage of the opportunity to be helpful and close to him.

After being rescued one of the girls, who’d lost her bikini bottom, feigned exhaustion and needed support. As he held her to sit, with her legs wide apart, her hand just happened to fall on his package and got a very good feel as he went through the requirements of the surf life saver’s manual. After that the “rescued” frequently lost a part of their bikinis but never seemed to realise, until after they were sure he’d had a very good look. The bait, in spite of becoming increasingly overt, was always inexplicably unsuccessful.

One of the girls seemed to be his favourite, a girl who always had plenty to say and was never far from him. She paraded around showing off her huge breasts, that trembled with every movement and slapped her chest when she ran. She also had a forest of pubic hair spilling out of her bikini bottoms. Was that intended or just plain ignorant?

Rue went to the beach almost every day and he never spoke to her, not once. For a while she planned to access his rescue talents but concluded it was stupid. Besides, losing a part of her one piece would be difficult, though losing a part of bikinis had a lot of appeal. At home she even had a little practice, with out clothes on she stretched her legs apart, looked down and wondered how he could reject her. She discovered the application of clear sunscreen promoted the easy separation of labia to make the visual impact more explicit and interesting. She wasn’t sure if the white skin surrounded by the copper tones of her summer tan was helpful. Instead, she worked on the spectacle of applying the sunscreen and did her research. The best detail she obtained was that he lived alone. She’d worried the hairy one was living with him. It was a huge relief.

In the middle of summer she discovered Fellowship. It was a surprise to see him there. She noticed he showered before coming to Fellowship, the smell of his apple scented shampoo was distinct and some times his hair seemed a little damp. He didn’t recognise her. He was too busy with Karen, she of pubic hair fame at the beach. It was sickening to watch. The manners and considerations seemed endless. A month went by and he didn’t acknowledge Rue at all. Karen intruded into everything, her big tits cleared the area around him like a bulldozer blade. She had absolute control. He appeared to be her polite, involuntary supplicant.

She’d had enough.

Next week at Fellowship, Rue declared her car needed work to be done and she wouldn’t be able to attend the following week. They were very helpful and she had so many offers of a ride. It was difficult though because she lived so far away. Of course, some one realised, eventually, there was some one who lived near her and they prevailed on him to offer a ride. She accepted graciously, carefully ensuring he had no avenue of escape, determined she was going to knock his socks off, while it was still summer. She had a week to think about it.

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He ran to the front door and opened it a crack. Rue was there, he caught a glimpse of her broad, toothy smile surrounded by bright, red lipstick.

“You’re early.”

“Not to worry,” she said, as her hand extended to push the door open and reveal him, dressed in only a bath towel. She looked at his torso, the fine delineation of muscle was tantalising.

“Come in,” he found himself saying, her momentum to come inside having already been established. He turned and led the way as Rue followed him to the lounge room. He felt awkward as water dripped from his hair and rolled down his body. She could smell the apple scented shampoo. He kütahya escort indicated a chair she could sit in as she waited and told her to help herself to coffee in the kitchen.

He turned to go, still holding the bath towel around him and glanced at a clock. Twenty five minutes early, he rushed to get ready. He was beginning to regret offering her a ride. When he turned to go into his bed room he was surprised by her lithe, athletic body brushing against him as she walked past.

She sat on his bed, her pink shirt was bright on his grey quilt. It was a spacious bedroom, the bed was large and tidy. Her skin glowed as the sun light, with its more than generous warmth, streamed through the window on her left. Along one wall was a wardrobe and next to it a chest of drawers with a bowl of seashells on top beside his surf life saver’s manual.

“Don’t mind me, we can talk as you get ready.” She gave him another grin, her bright, red lips seemed huge. He had no idea what to say, his surprise was so complete.

“I wasn’t sure what to wear,” she told him, determined to retain her advantage. “I thought about my yellow summer top. It suits my black hair, but its cut might be a little too adventurous for Fellowship.” She gave him a wistful smile. “They are a little bit stuffy at Fellowship. If I had tits as big as Karen’s it would be acceptable. She always shows so much cleavage and has plenty left over to fill out the sides. I’m not so lucky. I’d have to expose all my tits to show as much as her.” Her eyes flicked down to look at her chest. Then they stole a look at his swimmer’s torso. “It’s not fair. She never shows us the most interesting bits.”

He laughed.

“Sure, Karen has big tits, but you have lovely tits. There is nothing inferior about you.”

She grinned again.

“Thank you. Next week, when I go to the beach, I want to wear a bikini- a sexy bikini. I don’t want to look like a five year old.”

He was looking in the wardrobe for clothes. After choosing light denim pants and a summery shirt he clutched at his towel as he moved to the drawer for socks and jocks.

“What about Sue’s tits?” she asked, “Do you like them?” She didn’t like him ignoring her.

“Hers are like Karen’s. They don’t bounce like yours.” He tried to pull the drawer out. It was jammed. One hand wasn’t enough.

“You know, I thought about going with out a bra. That’s some thing Karen and Sue can’t do- but can I? Bras are so uncomfortable in Summer.” She was sitting up on the bed with her tits thrust forward to show him.

“Maybe you’re lucky,” he reassured her, trying to be cool. “I don’t think you need a bra like they do.” He was standing, awkwardly, being polite and wondering what to do. Again she grinned, her red lips so beautiful.

“You don’t seem certain. Perhaps this will help.” Her hands went behind her back and then, through the sleeves of her shirt she pulled her bra.

“Wow,” he wasn’t sure what to say. She smoothed her shirt with her hands to show her tits. He could see the bumps of her nipples as the fabric was pulled taut.

“I think I look much better without a bra.” She was moving around to show him every angle, looking at him as she waited for his response. He agreed and added that bras made women look unnatural. She undid a button and pulled her shirt into place.

“At least the bra isn’t showing,” she said, as she regarded the small amount of cleavage. She undid another three buttons and pulled her shirt into place again.

“I don’t think they’d approve at fellowship.” He could see the edge of a nipple. She laughed.

“I don’t really care what they think. Karen and Sue show off their tits all the time, but I never do because mine aren’t as big. When is it going to be my turn?” She undid the final button and held the halves of her shirt in her hands. The room was quiet. The front of his towel was changing shape, it was the only thing moving in the room. Even the glints of the sun in her hair were still as she studied him.

“Do you dare me?” she asked, breaking the stillness, her big, brown eyes twinkled.

“I dare you,” he responded. His hand on the towel tightened its grip.

“Don’t touch me.” Her bright red lips stretched in to an easy smile. Slowly her hands moved and her shirt opened. Her tits came into view, nipples so pink and beautiful on mounds so smooth and round. She sat and waited.

“They’re beautiful,” he told her.

“Thank you,” and with a finger she gave a nipple a tweak. “I don’t understand why I have to keep my tits covered.” She lay back across the bed and watched as as she continued to play with her nipples. He was still at the sock drawer, trying to get it open.

“You know, just because I have small tits doesn’t mean I’m less feminine.” She cupped her tits with her hands.

“Karen’s tits are enormous. It doesn’t mean yours are small,” he reassured.

“I’m as female as Karen.”

“Yes.” He was waiting for her to finish so he could quickly open the sock drawer.

“I think I’m manisa escort actually more female than Karen. I’m healthier, fitter.” She lifted her feet so they were on the edge of the bed. “I don’t want any one laughing at me because I’m in a bikini.” With her head and shoulders leaning on the wall she looked balanced, comfortable. Her skirt barely covered her. He couldn’t help but look.

“I like what I’ve got.” Her hand went to the bottom of her lilac skirt and between thumb and finger she held the hem. He stopped fiddling with the drawer.

“Why should women be embarrassed?” Slowly, she began to drag the hem of her skirt up her body. He watched her pink panties come into view.

“Do I need to prove I’m a woman?” Her skirt was rising above her panties.

“No.” He was looking. She could see the bump in the front of his towel getting bigger. She swiped the tip of her tongue over her red, upper lip.

“I don’t understand why we can be arrested for indecent exposure.”

“True,” he agreed. He was wondering where this was going.

“I don’t think any part of us is indecent.” Her skirt was well above her panties. They were slightly transparent and he could see the shadow of a thin vertical line underneath. He shifted his weight from one leg to the other.

“I should be able to show who ever I like. I’m good enough. I can share. I shouldn’t need a bikini. Why should I have tan lines?” She dropped her skirt and slid a finger under the elastic around the leg of her panties.

“I agree.” She could see the shape of the bump in the front of his towel was well defined and had grown very much larger. Slowly she moved the crutch of her panties. He didn’t move, not even to blink. When she’d gathered her panties to the side and exposed the thin dark line, she moved her other hand from her breast.

“Want to see?” she asked, “But, don’t touch.”

“Yes.” Slowly she opened herself to show her palate of pink.

“Like it?”

“Yes.” He was barely able to talk.

“One thing is certain.” She showed him her index finger and put it in her mouth. Her eyes twinkled as she looked at him. “Women have depth.” She pushed her index finger deep inside. “My finger isn’t long enough. I’m deeper than that. If I had longer fingers I could show you how deep I am. My fingers are longer than Karen’s. Shall I put another finger in?”

His eyes were glued and his voice little more than a croak.

She added another finger. Her bright red lips, drawn into a circle, were open with a small aperture for the articulation of pleasure.

“Ah.”

“Ah,” he echoed, unaware of the noise riding on his breath.

She picked up a ball point pen, studied it and held it against her finger.

“Mm.” The pen was so much longer. Carefully, she inserted it, and let it go. Slowly the pen extruded from her. She pushed it in deeper. Again it came out. He could see her muscles clench. She smiled at him, watched his reactions, her big brown eyes absorbed everything. She tried again, her finger pushed it in so deep it was out of sight. She heard the sharp intake of his breath.

“See. Even the pen isn’t long enough.” She clenched her muscles, it slid out and fell to the floor. He didn’t move.

“I don’t think Karen would do that.”

“True,” he found his voice. She pursed her lips to mimic Karen’s dissatisfaction.

“People are strange, aren’t they?”

“Yes.” His hand closed around the handle of the drawer.

In her fingers she took her labia and stretched them to look like butterfly wings, smooth, thin and strikingly pink. She brought them together, then apart, and made them “flap”. She watched him, satisfied she had his attention, so pleased to be at the centre of it. She let go of her butterfly wings and he watched as they retracted into their wrinkles. She grinned. He came out of his reverie to respond with a smile.

“We paint our faces to look more attractive. Why don’t we paint more?”

“I don’t know,” he responded.

She checked her pocket, found her lipstick and wound out the dog dick.

He pulled at the drawer.

She set her mouth, ran the dog dick around her lips twice and restored the bright red. Then she pushed her breast up with one hand and ran the dog dick around her nipple, carefully colouring the areola.

“Which looks better?” She asked, thrusting both breasts forward for comparison.

“The lipstick,” he croaked. She repeated the process with her other breast.

“Mm.”

“Mm,” he agreed.

“I could paint more,” she told him, her dog dick poised ready.

“Yes.” It was difficult to talk. She moved so her head and shoulders were higher up the wall. Dexterously, she drew her lip stick dog dick over her inner lips- three times to be sure. He watched without so much as a blink.

“Looking good?”

“Yes.”

She dropped the lip stick to the floor.

“Mm. Why is it so bad to touch one’s self?”

“It’s not.” he murmured.

She drew her bright red lips into a circle and blew him a kiss. Her fingers mardin escort were knowing and delved into interesting places. They soothed as they moved and gently worked her to a squelch.

He shifted his weight from one leg to the other, his gaze uninterrupted.

“I love to open it so when I take my fingers away it stays open. Then I can look deep inside with a mirror and a torch. It’s beautiful when it’s relaxed and sloppy. Do you like it?”

He nodded. He couldn’t find words. The bump in the front of his towel was pulsing. She wiped her upper, red lip with the tip of her tongue.

“Some times I’ve wondered. When it’s wide open, if I were to put my ear on it… would I hear waves? You know, like a sea shell. Problem is, I can’t seem to get my ear on it.” She could see he was trying to think of some thing to say and stifled a giggle.

“I wish Karen would show us hers, instead of showing us half her tits- and not the best half either. Don’t you think she’d be happier if she showed us her play ground and it was used? I’d love to shave her. I’d open her up. I’d make her come. That would be fun.”

“Mm.”

“Why doesn’t she get tired of teasing?”

“I don’t know.”

Her finger was travelling the circle, gently widening it with every pass.

“Soon you’ll be able to look inside.” The lipstick on her inner lips was smudged. Her fingers were a little red. She shifted her hips to be more comfortable.

With both hands he gave the drawer a wrench. Suddenly free, it came out of the cupboard and hit his knees with some force. He gave a yelp and jumped with pain as the drawer fell on his foot. The towel around his waist quickly unfurled and dropped.

“Wow!” he heard her say. He saw where she was looking. His penis was huge and from the side she could see it, so stiff and strong, it was twitching. He felt the creep of embarrassment and looked for the towel.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “It makes us even. It’s beautiful.” One of her hands was holding a breast. The other clutched between her legs. There was a moment where neither of them moved. Then, he stooped, grabbed the towel and wrapped it around himself as she scrambled to sit and say,

“No! No! No!” Over and over, “don’t cover him up, please don’t, he’s beautiful.” He looked back at her, uncertain what he should do.

“Come here,” she implored. “Come on, come here.”

He looked at the bright red between her legs and her bright red lips. Moments passed slowly before he shuffled towards her. She reached to his cheek and touched it.

“I love the feel of a man in need of a shave.” She put her wet finger to his lips and pushed it deep into his mouth. He sucked and tasted her. With her hand behind his head she pulled him to her and kissed his lips. Then her hands went to the towel, she pulled it free and let it drop. His penis throbbed in front of her. She took it in her hands and held it, felt its hardness and heat. Her finger went around the head and tested its resilience. She touched the prominent veins and traced them around the shaft. She stroked him, her hand slow and deliberate. His hands went to her breasts and held them.

“You’re beautiful. I want you inside me. Fuck me,” she whispered and covered the head of his penis with her mouth. She sucked, gave him a red lip stick ring and fondled his testicles. Slowly, she eased her mouth down and felt his penis in her throat as she tried to take all of him in.

He pushed her back on the bed, his hands went between her legs and his fingers followed the wetness in. He tore her panties from her. On hands and knees she scooted round on the bed and stopped to run her fingers through his pubic hair. The bed squeaked and rocked as she grabbed him, projected it up, took it into her mouth again and started to bob her head up and down. She positioned her bum in front of his face to torment him. He put his mouth over her sex and sucked. With his head he pushed and, over balanced, she let go of him.

On all fours, she scooted round behind him and with her head in his lap she sucked him, bobbed her head and held his balls. He turned, rolled her over and with his head between her legs pushed his tongue deep inside. She reached for him and pumped.

He tried to arrange her spread eagled on the bed. Her hair fell like a halo around her head and her sex, wide open and bright pink, glistened with anticipation. He lowered his head to lick and ran his tongue along her hot, sopping flesh as she squirmed and moaned. He moved to cover her. She rolled to her knees and with her bum in the air he plunged his penis in. He held her tits as he rode. With every thrust she squelched and pushed back against him. They were breathless and noisy. He moved his hands from her breasts to between her legs and teased her.

“More,” she demanded and he plunged on, her body shunted with every thrust and her tits flew in chaos to shudder at their full extension. She brought her knees together to trap him inside. They overbalanced and tumbled to the bed. He took a breast in his hands and gently squeezed it to take an elevated nipple into his mouth.

The bed shook and screeched as she pulled her tit from his mouth, dropped to swallow him and bobbed her head to make him come. He lifted her, kissed her bright, red lips and felt the flow of her juice as she straddled his leg.

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‘Sonja! Are you about ready yet?’

Our joke. Truthfully, I’m more apt to make us late than she is. I never had to worry that we were going to miss dinner reservations, or the movie, or the flight because she was fretting over red nail polish or redder. Myself, on the other hand, I’m almost never satisfied with how I look…probably some deep-seated confidence problem, as my wife always tells me I look handsome.

‘There you are.’

‘Sorry, I couldn’t find the necklace I’d wanted for a moment.’ Sonja looked simply ravishing tonight. A very sexy green silk blouse and a black skirt that was *just* long enough molded to her skin. Two inch heels, not really enough to be a fall hazard, but just enough to accent her nicely toned legs. And the aforementioned necklace, a golden braid that came to rest just above her cleavage, a subtle sign hinting at the treasures just below.

Her handbook struck my arm, lightly, but enough to bring me back to earth. ‘Stop drooling into your tie and come on.’ Sonja sauntered her gorgeous ass over to the door, then she stopped. Looking over her shoulder, she cocked her hip to the side. ‘Coming?’

I went.

We had reservations for the evening at a new Italian restaurant, one that was quickly becoming popular among the locals who could afford it. I did wince slightly at the prices, but put it out of my mind and decided just to enjoy the meal. We could afford to splurge now and again.

Sonja was catching me up on the gossip from our friends. ‘So you’ll never guess where Elisha and Zach went for their vacation.’ Zach was a coworker of hers, who along with Elisha had traded visits with us back and forth over the years.

‘Alright, I’ll bite. Where?’

‘Mmm. I can think of a couple of places I’d like you to bite.’

‘Later, promise.’

She gave a throaty chuckle. ‘I’ll hold you to that, mister. But really, the pair of them went off to the beach for the week…not just any beach though, a nude one.’

I raised an eyebrow at her. ‘Really? I could see Zach going…he’s rize escort a cheerful lech any day of the year. But Elisha?’

‘Yeah, it shocked me as well. You could have knocked me over with a feather. Never wearing anything less than a full one-piece bathing suit, always wears those dresses that make her look like an old-fashioned school teacher, and all of a sudden they go off and bare all at the beach for a week?’

‘Hmm. You sure Zach didn’t turn her into a Stepford Wife?’

‘Not completely sure. I can’t believe it though…and they really did strip down the whole time. From what Zach mentioned, she really got into the swing of things. I get the feeling, really, that there was more he wanted to tell me, but couldn’t bring himself to say.’ She stared off in the distance as she mused. ‘Now the wench has one-upped me. I can’t let that stand…’

We finished our meal, chatting over this and that throughout the evening. The portions were just right. Unlike other places that figured the more the better, the servings here left us feeling satisfied, but not bloated. I’d blame what happened next on the wine, except that neither of us normally drink unless we’re in the company of others.

I went off to go retrieve the car, while she went to the ladies’ room. As I pulled up, she stepped outside into the night. I thought I saw something different about her, but couldn’t figure it out. Then as she slid into the car, she tossed her handbag onto the console between us. What fell out? Oh, nothing other than her undies. A satisfied smirk crossed her face as I looked up at her.

‘Take us on a drive through town.’

I drove as ordered, and sensing what she was after, made sure I drove fairly slow and in the far right lane. Our city is very pedestrian friendly, and there was a lot of foot traffic passing us by. The usual street-side parking doesn’t exist here, except in certain spots, so if a passer-by really wanted to, they could reach a hand out and touch our car as we passed.

I sakarya escort glanced over at Sonja after a few minutes, and out of the corner of my eye, I watched her rubbing her very nicely proportioned chest. She leaned forward suddenly, and popped open the glove compartment. In it, there was a very small pair of scissors…one of those ‘just in case’ items she leaves laying around on general purposes. I was startled when those scissors went to her blouse, and snipped off the top button!

Her finger snaked up into her exposed cleavage, and rubbed up and down. Soon enough, two more buttons went the way of the first. I was keeping a good eye on the traffic in front of me, and about this time we came to a red light, giving me a chance to watch her more closely.

If I was surprised earlier, I was about to get the shock of my life. Her hand dipped back down into her handbag, where all evening she had apparently been carrying around a slim purple vibe. Now she turned it on to a low setting, and ran it up and down her exposed flesh. I caught movement out of her window, and realized that a couple of guys walking by had stopped, and watched my wife. A thumbs-up flashed from one of the guys when he saw that I’d observed him.

The light turned green, and now I had to make sure I didn’t crash into the car in front of me, or someone trying to dash between cars. I now realized what Sonja was up to, and saw my chance to up the stakes a bit. I made sure I hit the lock button, and found one of those rare sidewalk parking spots. I left the car running, but threw it in park, then turned slightly in my seat to watch.

By now Sonja had snipped off all the buttons on her blouse, and the emerald silk was gaping open across her torso. She had pulled out a small bottle of massage oil from somewhere and was using her vibe to spread it all over her chest, making it glisten in the lamplight.

By now I didn’t care who saw her, I wanted the world to see this exceedingly sexy woman. I pointedly samsun escort did not look out the window, instead giving all my attention to her. She shrugged her blouse open all the way, exposing her cherry red nipples to her audience. First one, then the other was graced with her vibe, and she used her free hand to trace up and down her shapely legs.

Soon enough, that hand dipped out of sight underneath her skirt, then reappeared a moment later, the fingertips glistening. Without a word, she drew them out and brought them up to my lips. I inhaled her musky scent for a moment, then used my tongue to lick off her fingertips.

I expected her to repeat the motion, but instead they brushed the side of her leg, then curled into a pointing gesture at her side. I was confused momentarily, then realize what she wanted. I reached out across her, then unzipped her skirt completely. I drew back momentarily, but she made no move to uncover herself.

I smiled to myself as I caught her intent, then plucked the fabric with my fingers, and pulled it across her lap, leaving her naked and open to the night. All this time, her vibe had been running over her breasts, pausing every so often at her nipples, then wandering around some more. Now, she took it and went straight down, pointing it at her bare mound. Her fingers splayed her nether lips open, and very sensually, the purple toy disappeared within her. Once it was fully inside, however, all sense of decorum left, and she started to thrust it in and out of her, over and over again. Her arousal scented the air, and I knew that every time I got into the car for the next week, that I’d be reminded of tonight.

Her free hand was now rubbing back and forth on her clit over and over again, and all of a sudden I saw her bite her lip and her muscles spasm as her orgasm rolled over her. Sonja’s body glistened with a light sheen of sweat, and a low, lazy smile crossed her face as she settled into the afterglow.

I gently kissed her lips, and as we drove off into the night, she rolled down her window, just enough to toss her skirt and blouse out onto the sidewalk.

‘Make sure you drop me off at the corner before our house…I feel like taking a stroll in the moonlight.’ Who was I to argue?

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The clouds are dark and it was starting to rain, big drops. No taxi cabs, or busses in sight, dang. So I decided to take the subway, yeah, actually I had no other choice. It wasn’t like I was going to walk from Penn Station to 56th and Sixth without an umbrella. I put my hands into my black trench coat, fumbled for the Twenty spot that I kept there for emergencies such as this. I quickly sprinted for the token booth, as the rain picked up its pace. Several disgusting minutes later I was packed like a sardine heading uptown. Just my luck today, the train would have to be crowded. At each stop more people got on. Now we were pressed against each other, into the walls and doors, like a bunch of sardines. And I found myself standing eye to eye with a very handsome Asian man. He smiled. There was no place for me to look so I smiled back sheepishly. The train jolted to a stop at the next platform and he pressed himself firmly against me. I could feel his heart beat against my skin, or was it my heartbeat?

Naturally I tried to move back, but with each inch of territory I was able to cover he followed me. After several attempts at evasion I finally found myself trapped against the rear wall. His smile widened. It was a contagious smile, now feeling like an idiot I found myself smiling back. The trained jolted forward again forcing him even harder against me. I had looked him over closely; he wasn’t bad looking mersin escort at all, hmmm about my age, certainly my height, someone I could look right into his eyes.

By the cut of his clothes I would say he was a businessman, wearing his power suit today. His feet were between mine now pushing them apart as his hands lightly caressed my thighs. As I came out of my daze, I felt my skirt inching upwards. And I wondered just how far he would go, and just how far I would let him take this.

I turned my head noticing other faces in the crowd, imagine that they all are oblivious to what was happening to me. I turned back to the man and looked deep into his brown eyes determined to stare him down. I like what I saw in those eyes, and I knew I was soaked with my juices. “If you don’t stop me, I’m going to make love to you.” He said in a husky voice. I… I… don’t think I want you to stop I thought to myself.

I liked what was going on, though I was a bit nervous. I moved my hands from my sides, and placed them into the straps overhead. Bad choice on my part, my legs were getting weak, I needed the support, or I would fall to the floor. Without hesitation he slid the silken fabric of my skirt up over my nylons. His eyes glistened as he touched the bare skin of my inner thigh.

He smiled again, then started rubbing my pussy lips through my lacy panties. My breathing quickened, muğla escort and my nipples grew rock hard, as he moved his fingers beneath my panties to my skin. Tickling my hairless pussy lips as he went. Soon he was spreading my lips with his fingers and rubbing my clit with the rough edges of his nails. Shivers of pleasure ran up and down my spine. I bit my lip, tried to look mean, well that did not work much to my chagrin. Somehow I found myself involuntarily pushing my hips outward, wanting more of this delicious tease. He smiled again and wetted his lips. I found my courage and started to tell this handsome stranger No, to get the fuck out of my way or I’ll slug you.

Just my luck, he chose this moment to insert two fingers into my snatch. Quickly almost abrasively he fucked me with his fingers, cramming them hard into my sopping wet, waiting cunt. All I managed to get out of my mouth were small moans, barely audible over the noise of the train, as he strummed my pussy lips faster.

As I neared orgasm, abruptly the train stopped. It was my stop. He must have seen the look in my eyes, my hesitation. He pressed his lips to my ear and said. “Do you want me to make you come?” I gave him a very small smile, all thoughts of resistance now gone. I was going to be his and he knew it.

That little hint, that small acknowledgement was all he needed. He started kissing nevşehir escort me. His hand moved to my breasts, and he ripped my blouse open. Silly me, today I chose not to wear a bra. I was as hot and worked up as I have ever been. He knew what to do with my breasts as well, biting licking and sucking my nipples till I came. Somehow he had removed my panties! His fingers were back inside me. Things were definitely out of control. If he had kept it up for just a few more moments, I would have come with just his hand; but what I craved was his cock in me.

He ran his hands up the side of my legs, then up to my shaking thighs. He slowly pulled himself in between my legs. He teased me by kissing my neck, then down the middle of my breasts, and down my stomach sending chills all over my body. He was good oh so very good.

Very slowly and gently his big cock went into my wet pussy. I giggled; not sure why, maybe it was I was feeling like such a slut, and getting just what I needed.. After about ten minutes of this, ha, like I could tell time at this point. I began to loose control. My body started to shake and I had never felt like that before. Harder and Faster he was going inside me. He drove into me harder and harder till I could feel his load shoot deep inside of me.

He slowly withdrew from my cum soaked pussy. I haven’t had a good fuck in weeks, until now that is. I hung there from the trains straps, exposed to anyone that cared to look at me. I felt him slap my pussy, then laugh as he placed an envelope into the breast pocket of my trench coat. He turned and walked away. I noticed that the crowd had thin out. I looked down at myself to see that my skirt and panties were missing.

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This is the story of a fantasy fulfilled one weekend. After a month of dating, Jen, my new belle was still a refreshing change from previous women. Like all the others, she proclaimed she’d be honest and completely truthful. The others soon proved they couldn’t live up to that facade when they behaved the way they thought I wanted from them instead of showing their true desires and character. One lied from the beginning. That caused her to resent me when I tried to support what she said she wanted which was the opposite of truth. She never could admit what she wanted, so her resentment grew until it broke us.

As far as I can tell, what Jen says is true even if sometimes delayed a bit without lies. Despite being “proper,” she has a free spirit and admits what she considers play, fun, and fantasy. When her friends leaked that she enjoyed mooning strangers and friends, she casually admitted it. That and the admission were a surprise as I had yet to be gifted with that vision. She stopped me at second base until she felt we had a solid future. A couple of one-nighters had set her on that path.

One day, she said she wanted to cruise the real Woodstock. “Jim, can we take your old Lincoln convertible with four friends?” How could I refuse a simple request like that? The town was less than three hours from Long Island, so I made plans to spend a day there and a night camping.

Cruising crowded and busy Tinker Street mid day with the top down gave us plenty to see — including where the police station was. We turned back at the next small town, Bearsville, noted there were no beat cops on patrol and then my exhibitionist girlfriend got into her fantasy. Just before we reached the “greens” at town center, Jen pulled her crop top to her chin and held it up as she flashed locals and tourists. Her friends in the back squealed and pulled up their shirts displaying six shapely tits to everyone but me. Tinker Street is narrow and plagued with slow or double parked cars and cars leaping out of narrow side streets, so I had to stay alert. “Again,” cried out Ali.

Jen and Bea joined the chant. Hoping for a better view than the surprised tourists’ faces, I turned around in the Playhouse parking lot. This time, all three women stood on my seats, turned and pulled down their sport shorts fully displaying their bubble butts to everyone — BUT ME. We drove through the town with three pretty asses gleaming in the afternoon sun. At one point, we were stuck waiting for some dolt to recall how to park. While at a dead stop, someone ran to the car and pet both willing asses on the passenger side — Jen and Ali. Though Ali dropped to the seat, Jen wiggled her sexy ass for the guy and I watched him spread her crack and kiss her butt. She kuşadası escort was bent so far, I’m sure he saw and maybe felt her pussy. She laughed and blushed. I felt cheated that he got there before me.

“Um, Jen, was this part of your fantasy, to show your pussy to a stranger and let him finger it?” When she sat, she casually admitted it was.

“Yes, Jim. I told you I like the taboos of mooning and showing off my privates. I’ve never asked a guy to help me before, but I trust you and hope this isn’t too much for you. Let’s do it again.” She stared at my tented shorts, “Looks like you enjoyed it too. Are you into exhibiting too? You guys can take out your dicks and no one can really see unless you stand and wave it.”

I said, “You guys can do what you want. Don’t forget the cops may smile at the nude women, but lock us up.” The women flashed their tits to cheers as we passed, then covered up all aglow. I drove the short distance to a forested camp area and parked the car.

Sunset came and we decided to try one of the new eateries and a new club as pedestrians. We took our time walking the narrow sidewalks and window shopping. The café and club were just past the “greens,” a long walk. The girls danced modestly in the dim lights for the first hour. After a few drinks created an excuse to let loose, Jen was first to toss her hair and arms wildly, drawing attention with her movements and loose tits. Every time she raised her arms, her crop top lifted across her areolae with her stiff nipples barely capturing it. She tossed harder and bent more so her tits completely escaped for her enjoyment and that of all the stiff cocks surrounding us. Ali and Bea were less violent, yet happily flashed their tits too.

When a slow dance played, Jen especially threw her arms around my neck high enough to expose her stiff nipples. She grinned at me, “Is this too much or OK?” In answer, I slipped both hands into the back of her panties, rubbed her ass deeply, then pushed and held her shorts below her exposed ass. I smiled back at her.

“Is this too much or OK?” I asked. She sighed, leaned her head on my chest and turned us slowly to expose her pretty ass to more people and her friends. As we kissed deeply, I felt a hand tap me.

“May I cut in? You can slow dance with my lovely wife, Kath.” I wasn’t inclined to share Jen with a stranger, but she seemed to be happy to. She threw her arms around the taller man, crushing her bare tits against him. He looked at me, smiled, and pushed her panties down her ass just as I had them before turning her away.

His beautiful wife stood by me in her low cut, short, purple dress. It fit her small waist snugly, except her huge tits were kocaeli escort barely contained. “Don’t mind Ken. He’ll feel her tits, ass and maybe her pussy — all the things he expects you to do with me. He wants to watch us and wants you to kiss me so he can kiss her for balance. Oh, and I’m commando with waxed lips. Dance with me?” I watched Ken with Jen. One hand teased her bare tit while the other rubbed her bare ass deep down between her legs. She kept raising it away from her pussy.

“How can I refuse a beautiful woman offering me full access?” I twirled us closer to Jen helping the purple dress expose beautiful, toned legs. When next to them, I scooped her huge tits out of her dress. She and Jen smiled. I raised her short hem to her waist, felt her bare ass all over to confirm her claim, then cupped her pussy. Her mons was trimmed, but her lips were smooth. After tucking her hem under her waist, I spun her slowly so I could admire her gaping pussy, her pert ass, and swinging tits. She was a beauty. I kissed her nipple; Ken kissed Jen’s. So I knew not to kiss Kate’s pussy. I spun her again — into Ken — and took back my woman. “You do have a very beautiful wife, Ken. Honey, they’re closing down. Ready to go?”

“Let’s collect my friends.” We found them slow dancing, half naked too. “Ken said they are up from the city too and are in the same camp area. Should we walk back with them?” That wasn’t my plan, yet I agreed. “He also said they are disease free when I slapped his hand away from my pussy. I won’t share that, at least not until after I share it with you, lover. Are you willing to share me if that’s part of my fantasy?”

I sighed. “If we are safe and don’t catch any STDs, I’m willing to try that. Is that your fantasy?”

“No. But I’m not willing to exclude it.” We all adjusted our clothes and started our long walk back. I asked Ken if he got into my girl’s pussy and said I saw him lick his fingers.

He dropped his head and nodded, “Just the tip. I was curious if she was just teasing us or enjoying exposing herself. You didn’t finger my wife?” When I shook my head, we stopped at the “greens” and under a streetlight, he held up his wife’s dress in front. “Here she is. Help yourself. I insist.” Jen looked, smiled, and nodded at the beautiful, well-lit, hairless vulva. Taking my time, I felt the smooth labia before slipping two fingers deep into the wet pussy. A few squishy strokes made her eyes close and breathe hard. “Thank you for preparing her for me, or us, to share.”

Jen shrugged. I sniffed and licked a finger as they all watched. Jen grabbed my hand and licked one of the fingers clean. “Mmm, more sweet than tart, the opposite of mine.” Ken was about to confirm konya escort when he thought better.

“How would I know since you denied me access?” With all the sexual tension peaking, I dared to ask Jen a leading question after turning her toward me.

I whispered, “Have you ever been Dogging, Jen?” I trusted her to answer honestly.

“That’s the British thing where people go to a dark car park, or doggie run, to watch other couples fuck in a car and can participate? Hmm. No, never did that or had more than one guy at a time. Why?”

“You’re right about the watching or participating. But it isn’t just about fucking. Each person decides how far they want to go. Some do sexual things inside their car with windows up; some open windows or doors or step out and service strangers while their mate watches.” As I explained, I removed her crop top and tossed it on a bench. Rolling her stiff nipples, I added, “It can be staged in daylight in a semi private area, nearly always in front of a crowd. Often the couple goes merely to expose themselves with no sexual contact.” I pushed her shorts and panties to her ankles and looked at the forming crowd as I helped her remove her shoes and clothes. Now naked and grinning, I had to admire her beauty, especially her elusive pussy.

Ken unzipped Kate’s dress and hauled it over her head. In one step she was naked, smiling, and stunning. Abi pulled my shirt off and tossed it aside; I saw her top land on the bench too. Jen pushed my shorts down and Kate grabbed my rebounding cock as Jen removed my shoes and clothes. Eyes only for Jen, I moved against Jen while Kate aimed my cock at Jen’s pussy. Once parked between her lips, she stripped Ken and sucked his long, thick cock. The others seemed to be naked, but my focus stayed on Jen, my naked beauty. Kate commented that twenty or more were watching us.

As I kissed Jen passionately, someone grabbed my cock and rubbed it along Jen’s wet pussy. It turned out to be Ken who also slid a finger into Jen and got a full taste of her snatch. All I knew was my cock felt the heat of her sex. She gasped as I aligned and thrust my cock in her for the first time — as witnessed by many. After several slow thrusts, I felt Kate sucking Jen’s nipple and sudden pulsing pressure on my cock. I doubted Jen’s pc muscles could pressure me in that odd way. She gasped again. Kath moved behind me and as our friends and voyeurs watched, she rimmed and fingered my rear hole. As I rubbed Jen’s clit, she shuddered in orgasm and triggered me to fill her pussy with hot cum. As I held my cock still inside her, I felt her warm spasms and another cock fill her ass with cum. Ken was behind her. Does that mean I get his wife’s pretty ass?

“Well Jen, now you have been Dogging in a special way, on a public street. As a first timer, I guess that makes this a Street Puppying. Are you willing to do this again, Street Pup?”

“You bet my ass I am.”

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It was a leisurely mid morning Monday but never too soon to get the primping started for Ed and Mara’s playdate. Periodically Ed took the day off and we had time to ourselves, doing nothing in particular.

The day always began with a good morning fuck to get our motors running and the rest of the day was whatever came to mind.

It used to be nothing more elaborate than shopping and maybe a movie but with the evolution of our sexuality and the pleasure and power of hotwifing, the playdate took on a much different dimension.

As a hotwife or ‘vixen’, if you wish, I had unleashed, with the constant encouragement and approval of my husband, the full intensity of my sexuality. Ed had dreamt of this for years and now he got it.

Once I tasted the ultimate pleasure of sex with any number of strange men I now craved its energy like a drug. Add that to my endless desire for attention and, well, you get the drift.

Out of the shower I sat on the throne and shaved my legs and then called for Ed to do his favorite, the ceremonial shaving of the pussy. The goofball really got into it, acting like a surgeon, making sure his razor missed nothing. His meticulous work was as good or better than any bikini wax I’d ever had. Plus he always got a boner doing it.

He liked to jokingly say, “The hotwife pussy must always look its best since it could be called into action at any moment.”

“Okay, crazy. Thank you,” I’d say sarcastically but I actually liked it when he shaved me.

I never got tired of dressing sexy, plenty of cleavage and leg. Ed and I loved the lusty looks wherever we went and I became a skilled tease.

“Could we go to a jewelry store today?” I asked.

“What? Is there a loose stone in my queen’s tiara?”

“No, but you’re close. I was thinking it would be reeeeeally sexy to have a hotwife anklet. Anklets are sexy to begin with but one that advertises my availability would be even better. You could help pick it out!”

“For you, Mara, anything. Sounds fun. And maybe I could get one for myself that says, ‘I’m with her’.

“Okay, smartass.”

“I’m being silly but I think it sounds hot, hot, hot. I don’t think we can go to a traditional jewelry store though. Like maybe one of those adult stores with other stuff like that.”

We did a web search and found something close to one of the malls and off we went to ‘The Other Girl’.

The store wasn’t one of those seedy places with two parked cars and a peep show but an upscale adult emporium I guess you could call it. Lots of lingerie, toys and stuff for sexually active couples. Ed got lost in the sexy outfits but I went straight for the jewelry. I wore a short skirt (when didn’t I?) so my legs would make a good model for the anklet.

There appeared to be two sales people, a pretty blonde and a middle aged man with the salt and pepper hair I’ve always been nuts about who approached me while I looked over the glass case. “Can I help you find something?”

“Yes,” I said looking up and realizing he was a nice looking guy. Then again, what did I expect? A customer was more likely to buy something in this store if their libido was nudged in that direction.

“Well I was looking for an anklet.”

“Simple chain or was there a message you wanted to convey?”

“Yes,” I replied confidently, “I’m a hotwife and I guess I want something that clearly signals my availability.”

Over in the corner of the store the blonde was talking to Ed.

“Oh, okay, well let me bring out a bunch of things that are more specific to that.” Before he left I caught his eyes checking me out.

He returned with a pallet of choices. “If you’d like to sit over here I can help you try them on.” I followed him to a chair next to the dressing rooms. “That is if you’re comfortable with me touching you. I can get Dina if you prefer.”

“Handsome guy like you helping me try on anklets, I don’t have to think twice about that,” a smile and a wink got my point across. I sat sideways, crossed my legs and he knelt in front of me.

He remained professional. Holding my leg by the calf he carefully removed my shoe and placed my foot on his bent thigh. “You may want to go with a simple chain and ‘hotwife’ written on it or you can be more personal than that and have your name engraved. Try this one,” he wrapped it round and hooked the clasp. “And then if you wish you can add whatever charms you want that make your look more specific to your preferences.”

“I don’t have any specific preferences,” I said, “I’m open to almost anything.”

That mere statement gave him the look of having won the lottery.

He had fifteen versions of the basic hotwife anklet and I had him try every one on me. It was one of those subtle erotic moments we both enjoyed and after he’d shown me everything he and I were left wanting him to touch me more.

“There are a couple I’d like to see again.” I said, inching my foot up his thigh.

“Of course.”

He made no acknowledgement of my slow ascent but the bulge in his pleated khakis gave him away. After three urfa escort or four more anklet showings my toes touched his hard-on and our eyes met. He said nothing as I moved the ball of my foot up and down his shaft. He closed his eyes and stroked my leg, reaching mindlessly up my skirt.

And then the phone rang. “Can you get that, Ben?”

“Huh? What?”

“The phone!” said the mildly annoyed saleswoman still talking to Ed who, it dawned on me, had been running interference by tying her up in conversation. If I know Ed, he was asking her expertise in dressing me like a naughty Barbie, one of his inanimate crushes.

“…yes, until seven. You’re welcome.” He hung up the phone and turned back to me. I had already made my choice and was looking at it in the mirror. It was basic but to the point, a silver chain with ‘Hotwife’ written in script. It looked very sexy on me and if you knew what a hotwife was then you could pick me out easily.

“What do you think, Ben? It’s Ben right?” I asked, as he stood close behind me.

“Yes. I think you look stunning.”

Getting frisky, I asked, “Did you mean me or the anklet?”

“Both.”

“Ben,” I said trying to cause more trouble, “are we flirting?”

Now he was getting more confident, “Yes, I think we are,” and he put his hand on my hip, now standing closer behind me pretending to be evaluating the anklet. I could feel his stiff cock against my rear.

Then I whispered, “Your cock wants my attention.”

“Is that a bad thing?” He pressed harder.

“No, definitely not but we are in the middle of a store.”

I could hear Ed and the blonde laughing and bits and pieces of conversation but being preoccupied I missed most of it. She yelled over to Ben, “I’m going to take an early lunch. Hold down the fort.” She and Ed left out the front door.

“Hmmm, that’s interesting,” I said.

“What’s interesting?”

“That man your sales woman left for lunch with is my husband.”

“If I know her she’ll be gone for at least an hour,” he informed me then walked over, locked the front door and hung one of those ‘Back by’ signs with the moveable clock hands. “Apparently your husband found something he likes and, in turn, I’ve found something I like.”

“But what about the owner. You can just close the store anytime you want?”

“No, but since I am the owner I don’t think we have a problem. Other than the fact that I don’t even know your name.”

“Mara.”

He walked towards me, “Beautiful name for a beautiful girl.”

“Thank you.”

“I have something I want to give you.” He picked up a chain off the counter and guided me to the dressing room mirror. Standing once again behind me he reached around and attached a necklace that in the same script as the anklet said ‘Hotwife’.

“There,” he said, “now you have both.”

“It’s beautiful, how much do I owe you?”

Still looking at me in the mirror he said, “I don’t want your money I want you,” and he slid his hands up from my hips to my breasts. Again I felt his hard cock pressing against my rear.

“I like that,” I moaned. “How about you fuck me in the mirror so we both can watch.”

I turned toward him and we undressed one another in such a way that my hair trigger pussy almost went off before he entered me. We kissed and I turned back towards the mirror and leaned on the chair..

“Fuck me, Ben.”

“Always available to help out a hotwife.”

Loved the mirror. It was a chance to be my own voyeur. My head bobbed up and down with his repeated entry. We were locked into our orgasmic image.

“You’re exquisite, Mara, a perfectly created woman.”

It took little time for my clit to go off and, “I’m cumming, Ben. Oh god, I’ve never seen myself cum with a man. Ahhhhhh, shit…fuck me harder, Ben, uhnnn…fuck!!!!! Oh my god that’s good.”

He pointed. “Look to your left at the big side window.”

With their faces and hands pressed against the glass were passersby or potential customers, two men and a woman. Now we had become a performance. Ben seemed completely comfortable with the show.

“Mount me on the chair.”

Ben slipped around to sit on the chair and I mounted him and guided his cock in me. I looked over and there was another couple added to the voyeurs. I heard one guy say, “Oh, man, I gotta start coming here more often.” Our audience laughed.

While I moved up and down on him, Ben caressed my tits and gently tweaked my hard nipples. I was so excited with looking at the mirror and the people at the window. The small group expanded every time I looked.

Meanwhile another orgasm was creeping up on me as I bounced and manipulated my clit.

“Turn around so I can see your fucking ass.”

I went reverse cowgirl and bounced on him a little faster.

“Oh my, your fucking ass…,” he said.

My orgasm exploded like fireworks and he asked me where I wanted his ejaculate and I answered, slightly out of breath, in my mouth, “I wanna swallow your cum.”

“Sit in the chair.” He stood in front of me, sivas escort madly jerking his tool and grunting like an animal as the sperm came in spurts on my tongue and I managed to swallow all of it. For the first time I noticed that one young woman outside the window had her hand down her pants. She nodded when our eyes met.

We got our clothes on, looking halfway together, and then Ben reopened the store. According to Ben, where there had been relatively few customers since opening, now the place was buzzing with interest.

“Wow, I’m gonna have to start doing that every morning. Maybe, if I gave Dina a raise…”

“You were hot. Thank you.” said a voice behind me.

It was the hand in the pants girl. “You’re welcome?” was all I could think to say.

“Could I ask you a question?” asked the guy holding her hand.

“Sure.” I was feeling like a porn star at a convention when he asked….

“My girlfriend wants to have sex in public but it’s a little too freaky for me. Any tips you can give me?”

Being asked that question was a little too freaky for even me. I came in to buy an anklet, ended up fucking the owner, in front of a group of voyeurs no less, then ended up with a Q&A. I had a life that in no way resembled normal. Tips? Everything I was doing was based on instinct and the constant desire to be fucked, so all I said was, “Whatever she wants, give it to her.”

Ed came back from ‘lunch’ and marveled at the number of customers in the store since he’d left. “You’re good luck.”

“No,” I corrected him, “I’m a good fuck.”

“That you are, my dear, that you are. Love your new hardware.” Then we compared lunch notes.

“So how was she?”

“Very nice actually. Turns out lunch was on her,” he said, amusing himself.

“Where did you take her?”

“Her apartment was close to the store so we went there. We barely made it out of the car. You know what a thing I have for blondes.”

“When you sat down to lunch, was she shaved or natural?”

“Shaved runway but she needn’t have bothered, I’d have found my way.”

“I’m sure you would have.”

“So, my lovely passion flower, would you like to go home or continue our playdate?”

“After hearing a little about your blonde adventure I’m getting recharged. Let’s hit the mall and see what pops up.”

When we got inside we were both hungry in the gastronomical sense so we settled on a bar in the Mexican restaurant. It felt like my white off the shoulder top fit the decor nicely. The bar was on a slight riser and I sat on the end stool facing out to the floor so my long legs could entertain the diners. I also crossed my legs so I could feature the anklet.

Ed sat one stool away as he usually did to make it appear I was alone but now the anklet and necklace sort of explained the arrangement if you knew what a hotwife was. Nevertheless, we kept the seating setup.

I noticed a table of three, two women and one man, the guy aiming my direction and repeatedly scoping me out to the point where one of the women turned around to see what he was looking at.

He couldn’t look away.

After ten minutes more the girls left and he picked up the check and came up to the end of the bar where the cashier was and paid the bill.

Looking at me he said, “And I’m paying for this young lady’s lunch also.”

I thanked him and stopping in front of me he said, “I love your necklace.” He put his business card on the bar and walked off.

I turned to Ed, “Well that jewelry sure worked.”

“I think it’s more like you worked but the necklace didn’t hurt. What’s the card say?”

“Says he’s a salesman in the mall. That mattress place by the anchor store.”

“How appropriate. Shall we or not?”

“Well he did buy me lunch.”

“You know, at this rate you may never have to pay for anything again.”

“Or until I loose my mojo.”

We trekked down to the store. Testing his knowledge of hotwives I took Ed’s arm as we entered.

“Hi Scott,” I said, “Thank you so much for lunch.”

“You’re welcome. Thank you for making my day so much better by standing there. I didn’t get your name.”

“Mara.”

“And I assume this is your husband.”

Ed introduced himself and they shook hands, “I’m pretty sure you know why my wife and I are standing here with you.”

“If I’m not mistaken the anklet tells me what I need to know unless she’s wearing it mistakenly.”

“No,” said my negotiator/husband who suddenly took over the conversation, “You read it right. Where do you purpose taking her?”

“My partner is on her lunch break now but I can step out for forty five minutes or so when she gets back. I’ve got keys to one of the administrative offices where my buddy works but he’s not working today so we could go there. We have what you might call an understanding when it comes to women in the mall.”

Ed checked in with me, “Mara?”

“Yes, I want it,” I said.

“We’ll be back,” said Ed as we left the store.

“I hope so. I’ll make it worth your while, Mara.”

When tekirdağ escort we got outside the storefront Ed asked me again if I wanted to fuck this guy and I said, “Absolutely, he’s cute and you’ll get a nice show out of it.”

“Okay, what say we go back to the bar, have a margarita and then give mattress dude some pussy?”

We went back to the Mexican restaurant, downed the drink at a record pace, turned right around and excitedly headed back. Scott was eagerly waiting for us in front of the store and asked us to follow. We went down a corridor past mall security and he unlocked the second door and we went in. Scott locked the door behind us. Ed quickly spotted a chair to enjoy his wife putting out for a complete stranger.

“Strip, Mara,” Scott said forcefully, “I only have a little time and I want to rock that pussy.”

Without bothering to take off his shirt and tie, Scott got out of his pants and underwear by the time I was totally naked. Ed cleared the desktop and sat back down. With one hand on the side of my face and one on my back, Scott drew me to him and kissed me in a way that got me wet and glad I’d said ‘yes’. His hands were everywhere on my body, his hard rod needing little coaxing to do the job. He pressed me against the desk and kissed me again just before laying me on my back and parting my legs.

“So, Ed,” he said, “you get off watching guys fuck your wife?” While he talked he teased my pussy running his hands up my inner thighs.

“Yes, now give her what she wants.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” he said building anticipation long enough. He finally put the tip of his cock to my slit and stopped.

“Want the rest, Mara?”

My cunt was sopping wet and his tease just got me hotter. “Fuck me, you sonofabitch!”

He rammed a good eight inches up my snatch while his hands grabbed my tits. For a good fifteen minutes he was really laying into it and I quickly got close to peaking as usual. He got my legs over his shoulders and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk. “She’s a beauty, Ed. I’d give anything to have a slut like this everyday.”

Ed had his pants down and working it. “Take it baby, take his cock,” and as soon as Ed said that I came, “Uhuuuuu, uhhhhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk.”

“My girl likes it,” Scott said. I could feel him tensing up, getting close. “I’m cumming, slut. I’m cumming…”

At the same moment the door knob rattled and another man came in. “Well, Scotty, who have we here?” Scott ignored him but to say, “Wait your turn, Tommy.”

Tommy walked to the other side of the desk where my head was, unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. “Suck it, girlfriend.” I took him in my mouth and did as he asked. “Wow, Scotty, you’ve got good taste.”

I felt Scott’s cock expand as he said, “Ohhhhh fuuuccckkk, I’m cumming, slut! Fuuucccckkkk.” He dropped his entire load in my cunt. By the time Tommy could get around the desk I was oozing fresh cum. He penetrated me immediately. “Oh shit, she’s still tight.”

Scott got his pants back on and made himself more or less presentable. “Hey you guys, I gotta get back to work. When Tommy’s finished he’ll show you out. Thanks for the fuck, stop by again,” and he left.

It felt like he’d sold us a mattress.

Meanwhile, Tommy was pounding away at my hole. I might have tossed him aside but I liked the way he did me.

He pulled out and told me to stand up and turn around, “I need to walk the dog.” He took off his tie and put it around my neck, pulling and pushing with a really hard bang that I seriously enjoyed. Ed was loving what Tommy was doing and was stroking himself to nirvana. Cum was on the desk and still dripping on the floor from Scott’s deposit. Soon there would be more.

In mid fuck, “What’s your name, darlin’?”

A shaky, “Mara,” came out of me as he yanked the tie. “I’m cuuummmiinngg, motherfucker,” I started to scream as the pummeling continued. Only his hand over my mouth probably kept the mall cops from busting down the door. “Uhnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn…” came the muffled cry of my orgasm.

For Ed it was a Mara double fucking feature.

The desk shifted about half a foot as his thrusts pushed my thighs into it.

“Nice to meet you, no, nice to fuck you and that tight twat.” he said, “Uhnnnnnn, uhnnn, uhnnn, uhnnn.”

The onslaught was relentless until he bent over to my ear, “I’m cumming, slut.” He whipped off the tie and shoved one side of my face down on the desk and held it there. After a few more shots at my already full cunt, with a deep growl he dropped his considerable load in me.

When he pulled out, cum came backing out onto the floor. He had me sit on the edge of the desk and, holding his cock out to me, ordered me to “Clean it up.”

With a satisfied smile I gladly licked him in exchange for a great fuck. He handed me a business card and said, not asked, but said, “I want to see you again Wednesday afternoon at one.”

Addressing Ed, “You must be the husband.”

“Ed.”

Shaking hands, “Well Ed, make sure she keeps that appointment. I’m sure you don’t want to miss me fucking your wife.”

“As for you,” addressing me, “I guess I have to send Scotty a thank you note. Girl, I can’t wait to have you again.” He drew me close to him and we kissed with plenty of tongue action. He grabbed my ass for reinforcement.

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Author’s Note: the fourth story from “The Island” series where we go to the office of ISL&L and find out how it works.

The appearance and the behavior pattern of Chloe were taken from the game series “GDS Games Chloe18.” The author expresses his deep gratitude to GDS for permission.

The author expresses his great appreciation to Sloopb for editing this story. Due to his corrections and comments the story became much better.

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IV. Hanna’s first day

Episode I. Welcome to the Island

Hanna drove to the parking lot of ISL her anal vibe drilled her at the maximal fifth speed. She tried her utmost not to come now.

The girls’ holes were sealed with duct tape. The thought that she could peel the tape off and stop her torment made the bad things even worse. Hanna wished she could be sealed with no chance to be unplugged. It would be much easier for her than have to continually fight the urge to unpeel the tape, rub herself to orgasm, and take off the vibes. She had to gather all her willpower to stop moaning and humping the air and finally get out of the car. Hanna took a deep breath, fixed her skirt, put on a smile, and went to the main entrance of ISL&L Company.

She came to the front desk at 8:55. The girl she remembered from her last visit was waiting for her.

-Hi! You’re Hanna, right? You’re our new programmer?

-Yes, exactly! And you’re Chloe, right?

-Yes! Nice to meet you again!

-Nice to meet you too, Chloe!

Chloe was a young brunette. She was a slim girl, even flat. She had small tits and tiny ass, though it was something unexplainable in her attitude that gave Hanna a thrill. She wanted to touch this girl, to caress her body, to kiss her lips… Hanna forced herself to stop thinking in this way. I’m not a lesbian! Though, when Chloe reached to her with a friendly kiss, Hanna didn’t resist and gladly responded to Chloe’s soft lips.

-I hope we will become friends, Hanna! – said Chloe and warmly smiled.

-I hope so too, Chloe! – Hanna smiled back.

-Maria will be here in a few minutes. Give me your driver’s license, please. I have to input some data on the computer… Hanna?

-What? Oh, yes! Sure!

The workday was about to begin, and employers were arriving at the office. The way they greeted each other embarrassed Hanna. She just stood and listened to their conversations.

-Hi, Carry! May I fuck you now?

-Hi, David! Sorry, But I promised my pussy to Sam. He must be waiting for me.

-Uhh, too bad…

-I’ll be free for you at noon, okay? Fuck Chloe for now!

-Oh, Chloe, you’re still here? Yeah, why not. Come on, Chloe!

Chloe looked surprised.

-What? I don’t…

-Let’s go to my office.

-But I don’t want it!

-Chloe, you’re a secretary. I’m a researcher. My rank is higher. You have to obey me.

-No! I haven’t!

David winked to Hanna.

-That’s her fetish! In fact, she’s already wet!

Hanna nodded and smiled uncertainly.

-Okay, Chloe. I’ll tell Maria that you are being rude to the staff. Now, I’ll go and find somebody else.

-Stop! I mean…

David laughed to Hanna:

-That’s what I was talking about! Chloe, don’t waste our time. Come to me!

-(Crap)… Okay… But this is only because you out rank me!

-Sure…Today I’m going to fuck your ass.

-No! I won’t let you do that!

-Sure… Do you like my cock?

-Your cock? Oh, you mean that tiny stick between your legs…

-Shut up!

Chloe obediently followed the David, and just before entering his office turned to Hanna and smiled to excuse her. Before Hanna could even realize what had happened, she saw a handsome guy approaching her with a broad smile. The girl smiled shyly, and automatically fixed her hair. But another girl interrupted him.

-Hi, Matt! May I suck your cock?

-Emm… Hi, Molly! Maybe later, I was going to ask that new cutie!

Suddenly Hanna realized that she wouldn’t mind doing that. Moreover, she was becoming a little jealous of the other girl.

-Oh… Okay! If you wish so… – said Molly.

-Stop… Molly, right? – said Hanna. – I don’t mind! Please, you may suck his cock!

Hanna uttered the last phrase and became angry with herself. Either the vibrations in her arsehole or the general atmosphere in the office was making her think in this way, but she desperately wanted that cock! Hanna was about to say that she’d changed her mind when someone’s delicate hand touched her shoulder. She turned and saw Maria.

-You’re doing well, Hanna! Sorry for interrupting, but you may suck someone’s cock later.

-No, no, you got it wrong!

But Maria didn’t listen to her.

-We have a lot of tasty cocks here, – Maria said and winked. I’d like to be a regular employee and do the same, but I’m the CEO. The position doesn’t allow me to suck my employee’s cocks… Unless as a reward, but I can’t reward them too often… Uhh… Anyway, I’m glad to see you here, at ISL&L. How do you feel at our place?

Hanna gebze escort realized that she wanted the job here even more than before.

-I’m so… excited! I love this place!

-This is our Island. The island of freedom, honesty, and love in the ocean of lies and obscurity. From now on, this is your Island too, Hanna.

-I… I appreciate that… Maria.

-Did you meet Chloe?

-O, yes… But she is…

-As I told you, she’s a busy girl. -Maria said laughing.

Hanna laughed back:

-Yes, she’s a special girl, Maria. Though, not only her! I’m here only ten minutes, but I’ve heard so many… unusual things…

-That’s true, Hanna. Actually, all of us are very special. As well as you.

-What do you mean?

-Do you remember the first principle of the Island?

-Sure! Facilitate our clients in discovering their sexuality through discovering your own sexuality. The second is “Sex must not have restrictions except if it restricts the rights of other people.” The third principle is…

-Enough. Excellent, Hanna. Thus, what we have here, at the Island, are open-minded people. Everybody who works here could be called a volunteer. For example, you, Hanna. You are a high-level programmer, maybe a genius. Though, you have decided to have a job at our company with a relatively low salary.

-I know that’s temporary. The company will develop and…

-Sure, Hanna. But you were able to get a much better offer at another company right now. You would be able to apply for a job today, and by the evening you would have a much better job.

-As I said, working in your company is my dream…

-Exactly, Hanna! That’s what I’m talking about. We all here are open-minded people, and we are also very dedicated people. We’re dedicated to sex, discovering sexuality, making the sexual life of every client richer, and, consequently, making people happier.

-I see…

-Our staff members are genius’s dedicated to sex. Such people are very special, but in all cases they are not puritan, Hanna. They all have something that society calls perversions. Everybody has their own perversions, everybody is different. But I don’t like the word “perversions.” I call that “advanced sexuality,” or just “advansex.”

-Okay… I see. So, they’re people with advanced sexuality, right?

-Not they, but we. I know that you, Hanna, also have some perversions. You’re an advansex girl.

-I am? But…

-Yes, Hanna. I know it just because you don’t want to be ordinary. And my advice to you – don’t resist yourself. Follow the first principle of the Island. That’s the way to be happy.

-I see… But…

-It may shock you now. I realize it. But, as I told you, we all are open-minded people here, and we follow the principles of the company.

-I think I got it… In this way… All of you… Oh, all of us…

-Yes, Hanna. We all have our “dark secrets.” Actually, I know the “dark secrets” of each of the employees.

-As well, as they know yours?

-Absolutely!

-And, I…I also…

-I’m not trying to rush you, Hanna, all in good time.

Hanna hesitated. She wanted to reveal her fetishes to Maria, though she still was shy.

-Oh, my god, Hanna! How I didn’t notice this before! You’re desperately aroused!

-M…Maria… I…

-You have a good perfume, Hanna… But I still can sense the smell of sex… I bet you have something in your vagina, Hanna! – smiled Maria.

-I… I… Yes, I have! I call it Meggan. This’s the prototype of…

This made Maria laugh.

-So, this toy even has a name? – Oh, I’m sorry, Hanna. I didn’t mean to embarrass you.

-No, you got it wrong! I mean…

-You don’t need to explain to me anything, Hanna. That’s your right, your freedom. That’s our second principle. You will tell us about that when you decide you’re ready. I won’t force you to do that. Anyway, we don’t have time. Now, I’ll give you a tour around the building. I’ll show you all our departments. You’ll need to be aware of all of our research and development projects. You’re expected to cooperate with other developers and assist them as a programmer. Of course, you can count on their professional assistance, too. Then, I’ll show you your new workplace and introduce your colleagues. They’re perfect guys, you’ll love each other.

-Thank you, Maria. I’m ready!

-Also, at 1:00 pm, just after lunch, we hold a meeting. All our developers are expected to come. Everybody has to report on the progress in their research. Thus, you’ll have a great chance to learn everything we are working for on your first day!

-Cool! That’s great, Maria! I’ll be there!

-Good, because you’ll also be introduced to the group there. Let’s start the tour… This is our front desk… The canteen is there… The recreation rooms are here… Let’s turn right… This is our Chemical Department. The primary activity is the development of chemicals that facilitate arousal and orgasm, prolonged and fortified sensations during sexual gümüşhane escort activity, and assist in different kinds of sexual games. Hanna, meet Dr. Oliver Jonson. He worked on anticancer therapy at South-Western Hospital.

-Nice to meet you, Hanna! Actually, I’m still working there… remotely. I feel I’m close to discovery… I know how to make a highly effective medicine against most types of cervix and ovarian cancer, but bureaucratic procedures and trial rules hinder my research. Also, the treatment has some special side effects that make it hard to find healthy volunteers for tests. At our Island, I have much more freedom in my investigations. It seems I’m close to the final stage and…

-Dr. Jonson, Hanna just arrived at the Island. You’ll have the opportunity to tell her everything in detail, but we don’t the time now.

-Oh, I see. I’m happy that such a pretty girl is working with us. Welcome to our Island, Hanna!

-Thank you, Dr. Jonson – smiled Hanna.

-Call me Oliver.

-Okay! See you, Oliver!

Oliver made an impression on Hanna. A handsome young professor in his thirties, dedicated to his work. The girl mentally wished for him to reach his goal, though she didn’t have much time to think about him as Maria continued the tour. Island consisted of four major departments: Chemical Department, Department of Biology and Medicine, Engineering Department, and Material Science Department. Everybody was exceedingly friendly with Hanna, greeted her and made a lot of compliments. Maria constantly had to interrupt the conversations or they would never finish the tour.

Hanna was delighted with the attention and liked everybody she met. Of course, not all of them were super handsome. Some guys looked nerdy. Nevertheless, Hanna wouldn’t mind being with them, and she was eager to know all of them better. She found herself thinking about everybody in terms of sex. Was it because of the vibes buried her vagina and asshole mercilessly working away, or was it because of the global warmth and friendliness at the Island? Hanna didn’t know. Anyway, she loved the Island more and more with every minute. She felt so comfortable it was as though she had already worked there for a long time. Eventually, the tour finished, and Maria walked Hanna to her workplace.

-You’ll be working here, in the Engineering Department. This is your office.

Hanna couldn’t believe she would have her own office from her first day. It wasn’t very large, but it had a big desk, very comfortable chair, and a couch. There was a computer on the desk. From first glance, she recognized the high-end specification of the computer and monitor. Actually, there were three monitors connected together.

-Do you like it, Hanna?

-I’m so excited! It’s wonderful! Thank you, Maria!

-Good. You can work here. Also, we’ve set up an additional computer for you in the research hall. You can use both of them.

-Research hall?

-Yes, it’s over here. I’ll show you. This is a room where you can work together with the guys. Maybe you’ll find this more comfortable.

Maria led Hanna to the spacious room. At the center of the room was a large desk with several computers. One of them was hers. Also, there were a fridge, a microwave, a coffee machine, a couch, some comfortable armchairs, a coffee table, and some other useful stuff. The most striking detail was an enormous cozy carpet with a vast number of pillows in the corner next to the window. Three guys were sitting on the carpet and smoking hookah.

-Meet your new team, Hanna. These are Matt Gook, Larry Kite, and Jeremy Toldrick. Yu’ve already met Matt.

Hanna recognized the guy that wanted her to suck his cock and waved to him. Surprising herself, she was very happy that Matt worked with her. Hanna smiled at everybody.

– Hi guys!

– Welcome to our island, cutie! We’re thrilled to work with you!

– I’m so happy too, guys!

– Good, Maria said – and where’s Julia?

– I had to pee. Hi, Maria! Hi cutie! I’m Julia!

– I’m Hanna, a new programmer. Nice to meet you!

– Great! I’m very glad! Frankly, I missed having another girl here; those guys definitely have hyperproduction of sperm, and they continuously distract me. We’ll deal with them together much easier!

Hanna didn’t know how to answer and just smiled. Julia moved slowly towards Hanna, hugged her, and gently kissed her lips. Her lips, as well as her perfume, made Hanna kind of dizzy. Julia was a striking blonde girl in sexy miniskirt and a very short top. It was short enough to see the bottom of her B-size breasts. Hanna would bet Julia wasn’t wearing any panties. Julia continued kissing until Hanna closed her eyes and responded. It was so good that Hanna had to stop. Having all that stuff inside her vagina and arse, she was afraid that the intimate kissing would make her come.

-I see you’re getting along well, guys, – Maria said. Matt, show Hanna everything here.

-Yes, Ma’am!

-Okay, Hanna. I’m living you in good hands. Please, izmir escort settle in, have a coffee. Oh, and bring your own mug in tomorrow, it makes the place more personal.

-I’ll gladly share my cup with Hanna today, – said Julia.

-Good. Well, see all of you at 1 pm at the meeting. Hanna will tell us about her development ideas then. We will have the opportunity to assess your project and decide whether we can support it. And… tonight… we have a newcomer party!!

-Wow!! Cool!!

Hanna realized that she’d have to keep her vibes in far longer than she had intended. Though, that wasn’t the main conern. In a few hours she will have to introduce her MeGGaN. Will they approve her research? Surprisingly, Hanna realized that this wasn’t a serious concern, too. She didn’t worry about the outcome and was absolutely confident that everything would be great. The main point was her new team. She liked them very much and was impatient to know them better.

Maria disappeared behind the door. Matt took Hanna’s hand gently.

-C’mon, cutie. I’ll show you everything.

Hanna smiled and followed by him.

-About that… What happened in the morning… – Matt started.

-Everything is fine, Matt.

-Yeah, but… How do you think, did that look disrespectful to Molly?

-Disrespectful?

-Yeah… I didn’t mean to hurt her. Molly is a lovely girl. I just saw you, and decided…

-Decided to ask me to suck your cock?

-Yes. You’re a new girl, and very beautiful, you know…

-Okay… So, did she suck you?

-Sure!

-Well… It’s a pity…

-What? Oh, I’m ready if you’re talking about that?

Hanna couldn’t believe she was speaking this way. It seemed like somebody else controlled her speech.

-Great. Stand up and unzip your pants, now.

-Hey, Larry, come over here! Hanna’s going to suck Matt’s cock! – yelled Jeremy. – Hanna, wouldn’t you mind sucking my cock, too?

Hanna couldn’t answer because her mouth was already occupied. She just mumbled and nodded her agreement. Hanna felt like a kid that got her favorite toy. She did her best, and Matt’s dick became hard in no time. Julia stopped her work and hurried over to them.

-Wait for me, guys. I want to see that!

When Julia sat next to them to have a good look, Hanna noticed that she indeed didn’t have panties. Her pussy was shaved clean; the outer lips were spread a little and glittered with her juices. Larry sat next to Julia and hugged her from behind.

-Hanna… And what about me? Will you suck me after that?

-Larry, Hanna is already going to suck two cocks! I’ll suck yours, don’t worry.

Hanna mumbled her protests loudly with a full mouth and then intensely nodded her consent to suck the third dick in a row. To be even more evident, she gave the thumb up.

-A miser, – uttered Julia and pouted.

Though, in a minute she had a smile again, watching curiously how Hanna treated Matt’s cock, and enjoying Larry’s hand under her skirt stroking her bare pussy.

“Mustn’t come… just don’t come… please…,” thought Hanna struggling with her own arousal. She was finding it much more complicated to control her orgasm with a hard, smelly cock in her mouth, especially when hot thick sperm started to fill her throat, “This is just the beginning of my day. I’m really happy here. I’m at home, at my Island.”

Episode II. Hanna’s New Family

-Hi, Michael! I’m so glad to see you!

-Hi, Maria. Good place! I like it.

-How was your trip from Chicago?

-Not bad.

-Did you stay at the hotel? As I told you, you can stay at my place.

-No, thank you, Maria.

-Well… Okay… Mr. Gates is waiting for you. Let’s go.

-Yeah… I know that you guys have serious problems with your… activity. Society is not ready for all the stuff you’re producing…

-It’s true, Michael. Several Senators want to destroy us, though we’ve done nothing wrong. I can’t get why they are so angry with us. They’re definitely not prude family men… They’re very influential, Michael.

-You’re lucky that you know such a brilliant lawyer as me! I know what to do. Just trust me.

-I wish it’s true… When we met each other last time, Michael? At the barbeque, a year ago, right?

-I think so…

-You said you would call me…

-And you called me instead. I didn’t have time. You know, I’m swamped.

-Michael, I’m still missing you…

-Yes, we had a great time at the University… Unfortunately, sex with me was not enough for you, and you fucked with everything that had a cock or a pussy…

Maria didn’t feel like arguing though it was not entirely true. During the first year at the University, she missed Lisa very much and indeed tried to find relief in sex, but then she met Michael. They had been dating for a year or so, and he was her only sexual partner until she saw him with another girl. Michael accused Maria of not being open-minded. He said that it’s normal to sometimes have sex with other partners. Maria accepted those rules and then felt free to fuck other students and professors, though she still loved Michael and tried to maintain their relationship. Unfortunately, it was the road to nowhere. They continued having sex regularly, as well as with other partners, but after graduating, they broke up.

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After his meeting with Sam Mortenson, the president of the company, Richard returned to his office. It wasn’t a big office, and certainly not the corner office he had his eye on if he earned the promotion to replace Mac Williams, who was retiring at the end of the month. Despite Mac’s support, Richard wasn’t a shoe-in for the position as it ultimately would come down to a battle between himself and the obscenely cocky Kyle Stephens, who never failed to flaunt his Ivy League credentials. Stephens was an opportunist, and with his rugged good looks, and raw powerful body of the rugby player he had been in college, he seemed to walk into any room and opportunity just fell into his lap; both in the boardroom and the bedroom if rumors were to be believed.

When Richard flipped on the light to his office he immediately noticed a package on his desk. He thought it odd that the package had been hand delivered to his office and not just left in the mailroom like all the other mail. Richard picked the package up and turned it in his hands. It was wrapped simply in brown paper. The address was written in Jo’s easily recognized loopy lettering. At the bottom of the package, she had written: Don’t Open Until You Hear From Me!”

Richard knew that things had become a little rocky recently between the two of them. He tried to blame it on the long distance relationship, but he knew that was just an excuse. Quite honestly, he was just drinking too much.

The past weekend had been the worst. Richard woke up on Sunday morning alone and with killer hangover and note left on the kitchen table from Jo saying she had some things to think about. That was never good.

Richard walked down to the reception desk. Elizabeth, the office receptionist was drop dead gorgeous. With long blonde hair that hung below her shoulders to match her long toned legs. She was a welcome addition ever since she joined the company six months earlier. She had earned her degree in business administration, and Sam had personally promised her that if she did her job well and proved her mettle, she would be placed in the next round of the company’s management training program.

“Elizabeth, do you know anything about a package that was delivered for me?” Richard asked.

“Yes, I saw it sticking out of your box, and just and um…thought it would be more discreet if I went ahead and put it in your office. I hope that was ok?” Richard thought he noticed the trace of a smirk at the corner of Elizabeth’s mouth, but dismissed the thought.

“No. That’s perfectly alright. Thank you for thinking of it,” Richard said.

It was more than two hours before Jo sent Richard a text. He had put the strange package aside, but the waiting was killing him. He was tempted to carefully unwrap the package to see what was inside and then wrap it back up. Jo wouldn’t be the wiser, but Richard decided not to press his luck.

Finally, his phone vibrated. “Did it arrive?”

“Yes, Elizabeth left it on my desk.”

“Ohhhh…I bet Elizabeth was beside herself with curiosity!”

Richard suspected a small competition between Jo and Elizabeth. Not like a heated bitter rivalry that some women seemed to have, but a few stray comments here and there. In fact, it kind of surprised Richard that they had seemed so friendly, at the office Christmas party when he found them huddled together as if in some sort of conspiracy.

“What were you guys talking about?” He had asked Jo as he drove her back to his house later that night.

“Ohhhh…nothing…just girl talk.” She said with a smile.

“Did Elizabeth say anything about the package?” Jo typed.

“I asked if she knew how it had gotten on my desk and she said she thought it would be more discreet if it wasn’t in the mailroom.”

“Anything else?”

“I thought she had a strange look, but was probably reading too much into it.”

“Of course she did.” kilis escort Jo came back. I was quite certain Jo would have timed the delivery of the package for a time when Elizabeth would have been at the reception desk knowing she would be the one to receive and sign for the package.

“Video conference me.” Jo said.

“Now?” Richard asked. “I’m still working. Somebody might walk in.”

“Richard.” She shot back. “We both know our relationship is drifting apart. I’ve been thinking the past few days of whether or not it even means enough to me to try to salvage. I’m still not sure.”

Richard’s heart sank reading her words and he could tell from the start and stop of the her messaging that she was trying to word herself carefully.

“I don’t want to lose you.” Richard offered feebly. It was true, but his admission also seemed like a moment of vulnerability. “Give me one more chance.”

“If you are being honest with me and more importantly, yourself, you will do what I say and get out of your cozy little chair, lock your door, and send me a video conference link. Make sure it’s PRIVATE!” She then clicked off the messenger.

Richard was a little taken aback. No woman had spoken to him in that way; direct and demanding. He hesitated for briefly before locking his door and returning to his desk to set up the private video chat.

Within a few seconds, Jo popped up on Richard’s computer screen. She was in the lab where she worked as research assistant for a pharmaceutical company. Her dark blonde hair, which usually flowed into long seductive waves across her ample breasts when lovemaking, was pulled into a tight ponytail. She wore black rimmed glasses and a white lab coat. The while lab coat always made Richard stir in his pants.

“Okay,” Jo began by cutting right to the chase. “I only have a few minutes. But I’ve been thinking, and it feels like you’ve been treating me more like some sort of merger or acquisition, some project you need to manage and not somebody you are in a relationship with…”

“But I…” Richard started to interject. Jo stopped him with a hand.

“Let me finish,” she said sharply. “I’ve been thinking a lot about this and I want to get my thoughts out before we get sidetracked.”

“Okay,” Richard sat back. Again he felt slighted by her tone. Jo had never talked to him this way before.

“I’m not sure why but I’ve decided to give you a chance. To see if you can become what I really need from you, and maybe what you need from yourself.” Jo paused and regarded Richard for a moment, maybe trying to gauge his reaction.

“Go ahead and open the package,” she instructed.

Richard set the square box-like package in front of himself so that it was viewable by the computer’s camera and tore at one of the taped edges. With the brown shipping paper pulled off and in the trash, Richard was left with a just the box.

“Okay, take the lid off.” Jo instructed. Richard did as he was told and set the lid aside. He looked inside,

“What the hell?” Richard was looking at a series of plastic pieces. A couple of C shaped rings, a few arched pieces with three holes, a small phallic shaped tube, and a small master lock.

“It’s called a cock cage,” Jo anticipated Richard’s confusion. “Things are going to change, Richard.” Jo looked firmly at him. “You are in charge of everything that you touch; which you think includes me. But for this to work…for us to work, I need to be in charge. I don’t know if you are willing to do this…for me. Jo paused and waited for Richard to respond.

“I…um…I don’t know what to say.” Richard found himself in a place that was completely foreign to him. He was without control.

“I’ll make it simple, Richard. You give your cock and balls to me. They exist only for my pleasure…and desire. This is what I need. You see you aren’t the only one kırklareli escort who needs control. You’ve created a world of control for yourself. Now I’m doing the same.

Richard stared at Jo wide eyed. Her intensity flashed like a beautiful thunderstorm across her high cheekbones. But there was something else. He suddenly realized his cock was straining against his pants. He risked a glance toward his lap to see a dark spot of precum leaking through the fabric.

“A simple yes or no is all I need Richard, but I need your answer now.”

Richard hesitated for just a second. Jo grabbed her mouse and was just about to closeout of the video chat window, when Richard found his voice. “Yes,” he said.

“Good,” Jo said. She pulled her phone out of her lab coat pocket and typed into it. Within a minute, Richard heard a key turning the lock on his office door and Elizabeth stepped inside the office. She carried what looked like a serving tray covered by a towel. Elizabeth set the serving tray down on table by the door and then shut and locked the door.

“What?!” Richard exclaimed? “What’s going on!”

Jo took off her glasses and looked directly into her laptop’s camera. “Richard,” she said. Her voice was cool and measured. “You will not question me again. I will not tolerate it. And you will be punished for it if it happens again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” Richard said.

“Or we can end this relationship right now.”

“I understand,” Richard responded quietly”

“Good. Is Elizabeth there?”

“Yes,” Richard said. He looked at Elizabeth who was busy pulling on plastic medical gloves.

“I’m so excited for you, Richard. This is such a big step you’re taking!” She said with a knowing smile.

What the hell, Richard thought to himself.

“Hi Liz!” Jo’s voice called out from the computer.

“Hey Jo-Jo!” Elizabeth leaned over Richard to wave at the computer; her large breast nearly pushing Richard’s head out of the way.

Liz? Jo-Jo? So much for a veiled competition.

“Oh my God!” Elizabeth exclaimed when she noticed the box holding what would soon be Richard’s cock cage. I’ve never actually seen one of these before! I couldn’t believe it when you told me about it.” Elizabeth picked up the phallic shaped tube and scrunched up her face. It is soooooo tiny! Are you sure that he’ll fit in this little bitty thing?”

“Trust me,” Jo said. “Richard will fit just fine.”

“Well who knew!” Elizabeth looked down at Richard’s crotch and couldn’t help but let out a brief giggle.

“Did you get everything I told you to?” Jo asked.

Everything she was told to? How long had this plan been in place, Richard wondered.

“Yes, I’m all ready!” Elizabeth said.

“Great. First give Richard the agreement. That will put his mind at ease.”

Elizabeth opened a file and set it on the desk in front of Richard. “This is a signed confidentiality agreement, stating that I will be fired and forced to pay a million dollar restitution fee if I breathe a word of any of this to a soul.” Elizabeth said. Richard glanced hurriedly through the form. His eyes stopped when he recognized the signature of the firms corporate lawyer.

“You ran this buy the our lawyer?” Richard asked, his heart beginning to race.

“Don’t worry,” Elizabeth said. He isn’t the wiser just standard protocol stuff. The lawyer thinks that you are bringing me in on private conversations with a high profile client and that this is just standard operating procedure.”

Richard closed the file opened a desk drawer and slid the file inside.

“Okay,” Jo said. “Now let’s move onto the main event. Richard, you need to follow my directions without question. Stand up and take off all your clothes.”

Richard’s breath caught in his throat, but at the same time is cock twitched and began to grow. He looked karabük escort from the bemused Elizabeth to Jo, who starred warningly at Richard. He almost thought she was daring him to balk.

Richard slipped off his shoes before standing up. Then, he pulled his shirt out of his slacks and then unbuttoned it. Shrugging out of his shirt he folded it and put it on the desk. Next, he took off his belt, wrapped it in a loose circle, before placing it on top of his dress shirt. Finally, he unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them. He turned slightly away from Elizabeth hoping she wouldn’t notice the giant wet spot where his erection was straining against his boxer briefs. Richard carefully folded his trousers and set them neatly on top of the rest of his clothes and then turned back to the computer.

Jo had taken her glasses off and was absently tracing the line of her lower lip with the ear piece. It was a habit that Richard wasn’t even sure that she was aware of, but it always left him tingling and aroused.

“I said all of your clothes.” Jo waved her glasses dismissively in the direction of Richard’s underwear.

Richard glanced again at Elizabeth, who stood waiting with her arms folded across her chest.

“Don’t worry about Elizabeth, Richard.” Jo must have read Richard’s mind. “She’s seen her share of men. I doubt you’ve got anything that will surprise her.”

With a pit growing in his stomach, Richard stripped off his undershirt and then slid his underwear to the ground which he quickly bent down to pick up and add to the growing pile. Richard was embarrassingly aware of his stiff cock swaying back and forth from the effort as he stood back up.

“Well, look at this…” Elizabeth giggled as she gave Richard’s rigid manhood a swat with the back of her plastic gloved hand. “I would have thought he’d be a bit bigger.” She said appraisingly.

“Yeah, I know.” Elizabeth sighed with what sounded like weariness. “You really would, wouldn’t you?”

Richard could only blush in humiliation at these two women talking about the size of his cock like he wasn’t even there. Like it wasn’t even attached to him. Just an item for their amusement.

“You know what to do next, Elizabeth.” Jo said.

“Are you sure?” Elizabeth asked.

“It’s the only way.”

Richard’s head was swimming. Embarrassment, humiliation, arousal, now add concern. The only way for what? Alarms were going off in his head.

But he didn’t have to wait for long as Elizabeth turned to the tray and lifted the clothes that covered it revealing an ice bucket, a wash cloth, and a bottle of lube. Elizabeth lifted the lid of the ice bucket and set it aside before digging both gloves hands into the ice withdrawing four Or five cubes of ice in each hand.

Then Elizabeth knelt in front of Richard her face inches from his twitching cock and begin rubbing the ice all over his balls and erect penis. Within seconds Richard was contracting to something that vaguely looked like a penis at all. The ice was nearly burning in Elizabeth’s frozen manipulation. With her left hand she lifted the head of Richard’s tiny shrunken member. Holding it aloft with two fingers as if touching something disdainful, she continued applying ice. Once Richard had completely dwindled, Elizabeth quickly dried him off and then applied a large amount of lube to his cock and balls before letting it drip into the small tub.

Next she fitted one of the C-rings around the base of his cock and slid a plastic bridge over to top which fastened with three short plastic pins. Sliding the phallic tube over Richard’s miniaturized penis, she lined the pins of the bride with three holes on top of the tube. Finally, she slipped the the shackles of the small master lock through an opening in the middle pin and pushed the lock closed with a final click.

Sitting back on her heels, Elizabeth admired her handiwork. “Wow.” She said to nobody in particular. “It really is small.”

“Ummmm…” Richard croaked where is the key?”

“Right here,” Jo said as lifted the key from between her cleavage. “There were two, but I had Elizabeth dispose of the other one. Now your little cock and balls truly belong to me.”

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Stella Sancini began working on my floor at Liberty Mutual in Portsmouth, New Hampshire, in May of last year. She is an actuary and I work as a claims adjustor. We’re both 26. I’m a fairly conservative, inexperienced person. Stella is a free spirit. The kind of girl who likes to laugh, tells a great story, and wants a taste from everyone’s plate when the gang goes out for lunch or dinner. Many of the other employees on our floor are 40 to 60 years old, so Stella and I are the little sister and brother of the group.

Most of the other employees are married or in long term relationships, some with kids, some with parents in failing health, and so on. Stella is Italian and derives great pleasure from every facet of life, including work. She is passionate, focused and determined.

In addition to her fantastic personality and positive outlook, she is gorgeous. She’s about 5’6″ and weighs about 125; a healthy weight. She’s a little curvy and very proportional — round shoulders, medium breasts, wide hips, pear shaped butt. She wears a lot of thin sweaters and pleated skirts at work — usually light colored tops with black or brown skirts. The ruffles make her butt look bigger than it probably is, but she dresses very stylishly. Her skin is flawless and she wears little or no makeup – at least you can never tell if she is wearing makeup. She accessorizes with bangles and kinky bracelets and is always impressively dressed.

My fashion sense is non-existent and I stick to the basics — black or khaki pants and long sleeve Oxford button down shirts with simple, solid ties.

Although Stella has always been friendly with me at work and on occasional group outings and conferences, I considered her way out of my league. I’m the kind of guy who’s still in high school socially — occasional dates that never develop into anything.

So I was quite surprised last June when Stella casually invited me to join her at one of the outdoor summer concerts at Strawberry Bank.

Always Mr. Smooth, I blurted out something along the lines of: “ME?”

“Sure,” she laughed and flashed a disarming smile. “It’s an alternate folk band. Right up your alley Ray.”

“That’s kind of you to think of me,” I stammered.

“Listen, Tiger, it doesn’t have to be a date or anything. We’ll go as friends. Come on. I don’t want to go alone.”

“All right,” I said, “deal.”

Stella was perched on the edge of my desk, hovering over me. I spun a little in my chair. She teasingly placed her hand on the back of my hand and slipped hers towards my wrist.

“Looking forward to it,” she smiled.

A few weeks later we caught a quick dinner at a Thai restaurant on State Street and then headed to the Strawberry Bank outdoor stage on the edge of Prescott Park. The concert venue is a beautiful outdoor cement stage with a full brick building directly behind, carved out of a lightly wooded park on the edge of a bay.

The concert stage is built at the edge of a sloping hill. There’s room for about fifty people to stand on the flat ground in front of the stage. Everyone else spreads blankets on the hillside.

I grabbed a blanket from the back seat of my Civic but Stella just giggled, took the blanket from me, and threw it back in the car.

“We’ll be right in front of the stage,” she gebze escort said. “It’s the only way to experience the Biscuit Brothers.”

I was dressed as if I had just left the office — khaki pants, blue shirt, navy tie. Stella was dressed to the nines, with a sleeveless white silk blouse and shorter than usual red skirt. I felt like a stud weaving through the crowd behind this beautiful young woman. She smelled faintly of cinnamon and wore a beautiful gold necklace and matching earrings.

The band came out and played a symphony of wonderful songs with lively guitars, a stinging banjo, and a mournful violin. Stella swayed to the music and sang along. She apparently had every song memorized. The loud music ringing in my ears, combined with the giant band members towering over us on the stage directly overhead, was overwhelming. I began to loosen up and feel a singular, rare joy — like riding the junior high school bus sitting next to a girl you secretly desire.

The one problem with the Strawberry Bank venue is the lack of bathrooms. There are none, just a line of port-a-potties a few hundred yards from the stage on the left. There are always far more people at these concerts than available portable johns. To the right of the stage is a large stand of evergreen trees with the branches removed to a height of seven or eight feet. It didn’t take long for the male attendants of these concerts to turn the treed area into an outdoor urinal, complete with layers of pine needles to neutralize the smell.

Halfway through the concert I noticed Stella squirming a bit. A few minutes later she was hopping on a foot, looking furtively at the port-a-potties and the long lines in front of each. She noticed that I had sized up her situation.

“If I don’t pee soon I’m gonna explode,” she said. “I mean I’m about to pee my panties.”

I looked at her helplessly. “Sorry?” I said weakly.

“Come on,” she said and grabbed my hand. “I gotta use the bushes.”

I hesitated.

“Come on,” she said, “you can stand guard.”

We weaved through the crowd and hit the edge of the patch of pine trees. A row of men stood in the semi-darkness and the sound of urine splashing of the pine needles competed with the fading sound of the stage music. Stella pulled me around the corner of the stage. In the back corner the bricks curved around into the darkness. A large lilac tree was planted near the corner and formed a shelter between the stage and the stand of pine trees. Men were moving into position all around us, unzipping, and letting it fly without paying any attention to us or the other men in the area.

“This is good,” Stella said and ducked behind the lilac bush.

I turned my back to her and tried “stand guard” next to the lilac.

I heard her rustling her clothes and then she said: “Aren’t you going to watch?”

I had no idea whether she was kidding or testing me or what so I said “no” indignantly.

“Come on, Ray, when are you gonna get a chance like this again?”

Her logic was impeccable.

“Well, if you insist.”

I whirled around. Stella had removed her panties and had them bunched in her left hand. She had also twisted up her short red skirt and was holding it in the same hand. She half stood, half squatted and gümüşhane escort looked me straight in the eyes. It was semi-dark but there was enough ambient light for me to see her thick black bush. Her pubic hair was dark black, like the hair on her head, but it was long and silken, not curly. She giggled.

The music stopped and the leader of the Biscuit Brothers began to tell a detailed story from the road. The sound of 50 men pissing in the vicinity was suddenly much louder. Now I had an urgent need to pee. I looked squarely into Stella’s beautiful eyes, then down to her gorgeous pussy. She dropped her head to concentrate on the business at hand. She took her right hand and used two fingers to spread her pussy lips.

A stream of urine exploded from her cunt. She took a deep breath while it flowed in a strong stream and bounced off the ground. “Oh God, that feels good,” she moaned.

I started to lose a little pee in my pants. I was about to turn away a pee myself but I couldn’t take my eyes off the stream shooting from her beautiful pussy. When I ran out of time I unzipped my pants in front of her and whipped out my semi-erect cock.

“Atta boy,” she joked and sized up my cock.

I relaxed and began to pee. Unfortunately I had not figured out the trajectory based on the “hard on” factor. My stream shot from my dick and nearly went all over Stella’s blouse. She moved her shoulder and the urine just missed.

“Whoa,” she said.

I quickly slapped my hand on the top of my dick and managed to redirect the stream to a spot just in front of hers, right between her legs. She had been pissing for at least a minute before I started and she kept going for almost a minute after I finished.

When her stream finally dried up she took her hand and slapped the top of her pussy a few times, then moved her hand back and forth to force out the last few drops. Just then the band began playing another loud song.

“My favorite song,” she said with a smile.

Stella kept shaking her pussy lips and examining the panties in her left hand as if considering whether to use them to wipe her cunt. I wished I had a hanky with me but alas I did not. Stella closed her eyes and sang along with the echoing lyrics of the song.

I was so entranced my dick was still hanging out of my pants minutes after I had finished peeing. Stella opened her eyes for a second and took a good look at my sagging dick. Then her right hand began to gently rub the hair on the top of her pussy. Seconds later I watched her bury her middle finger in her pussy and begin to explore. It took me a minute to comprehend what this was turning into.

Her breathing got deeper and faster. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, in the shadows, as she switched from fingering herself to rubbing her clit it wide, slow circles. She sang louder and louder as she teased her clit, punctuated with occasional moans.

For a second she opened her eyes and looked at my stiff dick. “You just gonna watch?”

Then she closed her eyes (well, most of the way) and began to slap her pussy and attack her clit with furious strokes. I grabbed my cock and began to pump it with all I had. The song ended and the sound of the other men pissing in the woods next to us increased. The combination izmir escort of the sound of pissing in the night, the knowledge that all those men had their dicks in their hands just yards away, and the sight of Stella going off on her pussy drove me crazy. I wanted to close my eyes and lean back and enjoy it but I could not take my eyes of the beautiful woman squatting before me, her red skirt now tucked into its waist band, her breasts swaying underneath her silk blouse.

The band launched into another song just as Stella began to cum. She opened her eyes wide and began screaming. I mean screaming bloody murder. A number of the men near us clearly heard her cries and the sound of pissing dissipated and was replaced by a few grunts of inquiry.

Stella finished her multiple orgasms and looked at me with an enormous smile. That smile brought me to the brink.

“Come here,” she said.

I waddled forward, dick in hand, pumping furiously. She guided me to a spot two inches from her face, leaned her head back, opened her mouth wide, and stuck out her tongue just underneath my cock. At that moment I would have made a deal with the devil to have her take my cock in her mouth. But that was not to be. She smiled again and I lost it.

I stopped pumping and pulled my cock as far forward as possible. The cum shot out of me like a firehouse. The first shot hit her right on the forehead and slid down her nose. The second blasted off her cheek. Then a rhythmic brigade squirted from my dick and landed on her tongue and lips. I seemed to cum for longer than I had peed. The initial explosion had been so great I feared my cock had blown up.

I finished cumming and quickly slipped my cock back into my pants, suddenly afraid we would get caught. I looked at Stella. Her face was covered in cum. She hadn’t swallowed a drop. She merely let it slide of her tongue.

“Oh,” she said. “Gotta go a little more.”

She squatted and began to piss again with another strong stream. Her golden stream splashed on the ground and mixed with the white cum that had dripped off her tongue moments before. The site of her pissing into the puddle of cum on the ground while her face was covered with cum is something I will never forget.

She finished and stood up three quarter of the way. She used her panties to wipe the cum off her face. She was about to use them to wipe her pussy, but stopped and said: “Whoops, better not do that.”

Then she grabbed my hand and squeezed it and said: “Let’s get outta here. Guys are pissing all around us. It’s disgusting.”

She dumped her panties into a trash can and we returned to our spot in front of the band. She swayed, sang along to the music, and occasionally grabbed my hand or leaned on my shoulder. I spent the rest of the evening replaying the entire scene and taking secret joy in the fact that I knew she was sporting a bare ass and pussy underneath that short skirt.

The concert ended and we walked back to my car. She held my hand and swayed over the sidewalk, enraptured by the stars and the echo of the concert in her head. We drove to her apartment in silence.

I parked in front, wondering what was going to happen the rest of that evening; at the office the following Monday, and in our future.

She sat for a moment in the car, letting the evening crystalize. “That was wonderful,” she said, “really great.”

She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

“See buddy,” she said, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

She jumped out of my car, gave me a gentle wave, and disappeared into her apartment building.

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Part 9.

The Final Chapter.

2011 — Present day.

As if we were not already really into stretching, it slowly but surely consumed us. Amy had now transformed fully into a girl who loved and craved the stretched feeling. She loved the burning sensation she got when her pussy was at the maximum limit and would only orgasm when she was at or near this limit.

For the next 2 years we kept at it, stretching her pussy several times per week. My fist occasionally, but mostly a monster toy, or a dildo with fingers added, pulling the back of her pussy as wide as she could take, replaced my cock in her pussy for most of our sexual activities. I would still fuck her pussy after a nice stretching session, but by then she was so worn out she would usually just lay there, and I knew she could not feel me. Sometimes, she was so loose I could not reach orgasm. This was usually after a few drinks, as most of the time just the warm wet feeling was enough to make me orgasm. I could even stick my soft cock into her with ease as her pussy just kind of gaped around it. The best part was that she really got into solo play again. Now that she had an arsenal of toys, she was fond of using them while the kids were at preschool.

Amy became more vocal about it as well. One particular night Amy was lying on her back with her legs pulled back, while I had a well lubed 3-inch-thick dildo hammering her pussy with one hand, and 4 fingers from the other hand were under the dildo, stretching her opening even wider.

“You like that don’t you,” I said.

“Yes, I love it. Stretch my pussy baby.”

“You love your big pussy stretched, don’t you?”

“Uh huh,” Amy grunted.

“I’m making your pussy bigger.”

“Yes, do it, stretch me.”

“What do you want?” I quizzed her.

“I want you to stretch me.”

“Do you want me to make your pussy bigger?”

“Yes, do it baby.” She moaned in pleasure.

“Do what?”

“Stretch my pussy.”

“You want me to make your pussy bigger,” I said again firmly.

“Yes.”

“Say it. Tell me you want me to make your pussy bigger,” I instructed her

“Yes, do it, make my pussy bigger, make it fucking huge baby. Isn’t that what you want.” She returned excitedly.

“Yes, I want your pussy huge, that’s what you want too, don’t you? You want to walk around with a giant loose hole between your legs.”

“Yes, oh yes!”

“Beg for it, tell me how much you want your loose pussy stretched even bigger. Real women have big holes that can take anything. You know that’s what I want. I want a real woman, not some tight little girl that can’t satisfy me.”

“Oh, I’ll be your real woman baby, go for it, make my pussy big enough for you.”

“Tell me you love it; tell me you love your huge pussy being stretched.”

“Uh huh. I love it,” Amy screeched as she exploded into orgasm. “Oh, I fucking love it. Oh, I’m gonna cum baby. Stretch me, make my huge pussy cum. Oh yes, ahhhh, fuck, fuck yeeeess!”

This was the start of some new, very dirty talk we started doing while stretching her pussy. While we were already into dirty talk about stretching her, this brought it up a whole other level. Soon I regularly had her begging for me to make her pussy huge, giant, massive, loose, or any other adjective we could think of.

In 2013 Amy decided it was time to get her breasts done again. She decided to go from the round saline implants to even bigger teardrop silicone implants. The change was awesome. She went from very round looking D cups to perfect DD’s. They were a little big for her frame but fit her perfectly as her ass had gotten a little bigger. Amy had put on a little more weight, but in a good way. She now carried herself at about 115 lbs and almost all of the weight had gone to her ass and thighs. Her ass was definitely bigger, but still perfect shaped and had a nice jiggle to it when she was fucking. Oh, how I love watching her ass jiggle as she bounces up and down on a huge toy.

Amy’s transformation was becoming complete. In the 13 years since we’d met, she had gone from a skinny 105 lbs, with B cups and a tight little slit, to a MILF with a big juicy ass, DD’s, and a huge and well-worn pussy. She was now my little personal porn star, and most importantly, complete size queen goddess. I would have been afraid of a woman like Amy when I was younger. Even with my interest in insertion and fisting porn, I would have been intimidated and not have known how to please a woman like her. Going on this journey together though, I knew exactly what a woman like Amy wanted and needed.

We forged along with our stretching activities. Amy’s pussy grew ever so slowly, at least the opening to her pussy. We had now long been stuck at the limit of what Amy could inside her, past her pelvic opening. She maxed out at about 3.75 inches wide, which meant I could get my fist and the tips of 4 fingers into her pussy, or kilis escort a 3-inch-thick dildo and 4 fingers into her. We did, however, focus on stretching the opening of her pussy. As I had stated earlier, I would fill her pussy with a fat dildo, usually 3 – 3.5 inches thick and hook 3 or 4 fingers into the back of her pussy and pull her opening as wide as it would go. We often did this with Amy laying on her stomach on a pillow, and sometimes with her laying on her back. I also realized I love licking Amy’s ass. I would often tongue and lick Amy’s asshole while stretching her pussy wide while she was laying on her back.

We slowly progressed to the point where we were reaching the 4.5-inch mark or wider. Again, the progress was slow, but this had an amazing effect on her pussy. Her resting gape became bigger and bigger and the bottom of her pussy would gape slightly below her asshole when she spread her legs. There were also some visible stretch marks on the back of her pussy now which were visible when her perineum was stretched and on display. As we pushed the limits of how far her pussy would stretch, we started using some additional enhancements. After a sports injury, I had some left-over muscle relaxers, so we used those. We also experimented with vaginal cream with the topical numbing agent.

There were some interesting events along the way. Amy’s visit to the new OB/Gyn was one. We had recently moved, and Amy went to see her new OB/Gyn. Her old Doctor was near retirement and a seasoned veteran of a major city hospital, who had likely seen it all and there’s no doubt knew Amy was into stretching. I’m sure he’d seen it before, and he never said anything to Amy. Well, the new Doctor, not so much. She was a young female in a suburban area. I will add that Amy had some time ago moved up to an extra-large speculum.

Amy reported to me when she got home, “So, my new Doctor basically told me I have a very large vagina.”

“Ha, what, she said that to you….well, she’s not wrong, you do have a big beautiful pussy baby, we know that.”

“Yup, it was a little awkward though.” As Amy went on to explain.

Amy told me that the doctor took one look at her pussy and started asking her questions about her child births, if she does kegel exercises, etc. She told Amy she had some minor vaginal and cervical prolapse going on, but that everything checked out okay. She also told her unsolicited that there are surgeries that they can do to help. Amy said she did not say much and was a bit in shock at the directness of her new Doctor. We decided that next time she would be prepared and tell the Doctor that she was happy with her current state and also that she should tell her that she was into playing with large toys and leave it at that. That is exactly what Amy did and her Doctor never brought up the surgeries again.

The falling out tampons. Another interesting fact of note was that Amy had switched to the super-sized tampons a while ago along with using a pad while on her period. One day Amy told me in the evening. “You’re never gonna believe what happened to me today.”

“What?”

“I was going pee and when I stood up the tampon just fell out on the floor.”

“Really, that’s hot.”

“You’re fucked up. So, anyway, my pussy is now so big that tampons are falling out.”

We would occasionally overdo it. While we had quite often torn Amy’s pussy, it was usually small micro tears that often only stung and rarely bled, and if so, only a little. One night Amy was lying on her stomach with a 3.5-inch-thick dildo shoved up her pussy, a vibrator on her clit, and my four fingers working her pussy outside her bones, stretching her wide. This was a night when we had both had a few glasses of wine and one of the nights that we used the numbing agent on the back of her pussy. It was a strange sensation as it would make my tongue numb as I was licking that back of her pussy and her asshole. By now, I was a master of stretching Amy’s pussy. It was amazing how much force I would have to use as her skin stretched tightly and thinly around my fingers.

We had been working on Amy’s pussy for a while. “That’s it, stretch my huge pussy baby.”

“That’s it my little slut, tell me what you want me to do.”

“I just told you, stretch my pussy, stretch it wider baby.” Amy dared.

“Your little pussy is stretched my dear, that’s all you can take. I’m pulling pretty hard.”

“I want more, is that all you’ve got pussy, stretch my pussy like a man.” Amy challenged again.

“Fine, you want your pussy stretched, I’ll resize your pussy to a real pussy.”

“Yes, do it, fill me up. Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. Ahhhhhh!”

By now I was pulling on Amy’s pussy so hard my fingers were starting to tire and cramp. Amy started to buck her hips into a monster orgasm. Just as she bucked her hips down, her pussy gave way and my fingers popped kırklareli escort out. Amy was thrashing around in her throws of a major orgasm. As she started to calm down, I saw the blood on the back of her pussy. My fingers were already out of her pussy, and I reached for the dildo and slid the 8 or 9 inches that were still buried inside of her. As the dildo was sliding out, I could see the back of her pussy was torn. Unlike the previous times she had torn where there was a little blood and no visible tear, I could see the tear in her pussy. This is always a mood killer for me when Amy gets hurt. As much as I love stretching her, I never want to hurt or injure her. “Oh shit, um, baby, are you okay? You just tore.”

“Oh fuck, yup, I feel it now. Oh, it burns.”

“Are you okay?” I asked again.

“Yes, it burns, but I’ll be okay.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry baby, I never want to hurt you.”

“It’s not your fault, I was begging for it.”

“I know, but it’s my job to know your limits.” I said.

“It’s not a big deal, this has happened before.”

“Not like this, you should go check it out.”

With that Amy got up and went to the bathroom as I followed along. She sat on the toilet with her legs spread and looked at her pussy with a hand mirror. “Holy fuck!” She exclaimed.

“What, is it that bad?” I asked nervously.

“Oh my god, holy fuck!”

“What?”

“It’s fucking huge.” She said.

“Is it that bad, did you tear that bad, fuck, do we need to go to the hospital.”

“What? No, I’m torn a little, it’s my fucking vagina, it’s fucking huge, holy shit, it looks like a softball would fall out.” Amy screeched.

“What? How bad is the tear?”

“Oh my god, does it always look like this after? It’s so open. I’ve never looked at it like this right after we’re done. It looks like my insides are gonna fall out.” Amy quizzed.

“Umm, yes, it’s always like that after we play. Well, it’s getting bigger, but it’s always big and open. That’s what I like. You know that, you’ve seen pictures.”

“Yes, a picture is one thing, but looking at it up close is another. Plus, it’s been a while since It looks like I just gave birth. Holly fuck.”

Amy’s pussy had torn about a half inch, which was bad, but it was overshadowed by the fact that she was somehow shocked by the size of her open pussy. It took her almost 3 weeks to heal from that one and it was several more weeks before we were stretching to full capacity. She now had a split at the back of her pussy, just slightly off center. To me, this added to the overall look of her pussy. I loved it. Needless to say, she told her Doctor at the next visit that she got a little overzealous one night. Her doctor never said a word, she just nodded and smiled.

One night we were lying in bed talking. Amy asked me if I was satisfied with everything with her.

“Yes, you know I love you more than anything, you have given me everything I’ve ever wanted.” I said.

“I know, I love you too. I know you have a desire for the kinky though. Is there anything else you’ve ever wanted to do?” Amy quizzed.

“No, you know how much I love stretching your pussy, and toying and fisting you. The only other thing I could possibly think of is double fisting you. I know that’s not possible though. Your bones just aren’t big enough. Someone with smaller hands could, but not me. I don’t care. It was a fantasy early on, but that was before I knew what I do now.”

Another night we were up to the same old stretching routine which included a fat dildo in her pussy, four fingers in her pussy pulling towards the back, and a vibrator on her clit. This time Amy was lying on her back, with her legs pulled up by her head. This is a great position for stretching as it opens up her pelvis and tilts her hips slightly up, allowing us to really work and stretch the back of her pussy. Amy was once again on the verge of orgasm and was begging me, “That’s it baby, stretch my big pussy, make it huge baby, give me a real pussy.”

I was pushing down with considerable force when Amy started to orgasm and suddenly and forcefully bucked her hips up and forward. I immediately felt her pussy give way another inch or so. Oh fuck, I though, not again. I immediately backed off as Amy squirmed around. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming, oh fuck, it burns a little.”

As Amy came down from her orgasmic could. She started to say.

“Fuck, something’s wrong. Wow, it burns.”

She put her hand down to her pussy, which was quite comical because her open flat hand could just about fit inside her gaping pussy.

“Fuck, it’s really starting to burn baby.”

“Are you okay?” I asked worriedly.

“Yes, no, I don’t know, it really burns. Did I tear?”

“I don’t think so. Let me look.”

I confirmed that she was not torn, and Amy got up to go to the bathroom. Well it appears karabük escort she had not torn the tissue; it was evident she had probably torn an internal muscle. Well the burning feeling went Away the next day, she was sore and said she felt bruised for at least a week. By this time, Amy’s pussy was so loose it was hard to tell if this had any lasting effect, but I felt like her pussy was ever so slightly looser after that event.

Time went on and we kept abusing Amy’s pussy. Well her maximum size insertion had not grown. She could take a 3.75-inch-thick toy about 8 -9 inches deep in her pussy, her looseness and overall look of her pussy slowly evolved, especially her gape. When she spread her legs her pussy just yawned open lazily, easily hanging over her asshole, and wide enough so a 3-inch-thick toy barely brushed her inner labia.

Sex had changed a lot in the last several years. My cock did not spend much time in her pussy and when it did, it was next to a huge toy or my fist. To be honest, Amy was so loose now, and with me getting older, it was often hard for me to reach orgasm in her pussy. Amy loved double vaginal penetration with me and a big toy. We had openly discussed the fact that she could not feel my penis anymore, which was fine with both of us. I mean, she knew I was inside of her, it just did not stimulate her in any manner. This did not matter to either of us. Since neither of us got much out of vanilla sex, we kind of just stopped. We had plenty of sex, and it was great. We had also greatly increased the frequency in which we had anal sex as well. I fucked her ass which was now broken in enough to where I could full on fuck her as hard as I wanted to, and we did a lot of double penetration with a big dildo in her pussy and me in her ass. Plus, I really just got off on the act of stretching her pussy. After reaming her out with some huge toys or my fist, I was usually ready to orgasm.

Amy’s pussy stayed more or less the same for a few years but then I noticed a difference in Amy’s pussy, she seemed to be getting bigger again. Not her opening, which was now huge and gaping all the time, and seemed to have greatly slowed if not stopped in her progression, but the amount I could fit inside her, past her pelvic bone opening. I was playing with her one night and had my four fingers in next to a 3-inch-thick dildo. My fingers, which usually got stuck at the second knuckle, manage to slide all the way to the third knuckle. It was hot as it reminded me of the early days when I would get excited to see her pussy progressing to wider stages.

Then, the same thing happened a few nights later. This time I was fisting her, and I managed my other four fingers into the third knuckle, and even a bit of my palm in her hand. For some reason, Amy’s pussy after being stuck for years, started to make progress again and seemed to somehow be getting bigger.

This supercharge our sex life and for the next few weeks, we we’re having sex daily, with Amy preferring me fisting her. I could feel Amy’s bone expanding ever so slightly and within two weeks we had progressed to my hand all the way up to my palm, minus the thumb inside of her. I now had the fantasy and thought, that maybe, just maybe, Amy’s little body could take both my fist someday. It was the worst timing though. I was about to leave on a business trip for over two weeks without the chance to come home over the weekend.

The trip sucked. Lots of good dinners and plenty of meetings, but I hate being away from home for extended periods. I thought about Amy’s pussy a lot and could not wait to get home to give her some good stretching. I asked her if she played at night and she said of course, she had been horny, and I was gone. I always loved the thought of my wife doing nasty things to herself at home and keeping her pussy nice and loose for me. By the time I returned home I had been gone 17 days, more than half the month. Shitty.

The night I returned home it was late and I was tired from the trip. Amy was all over me as I walked through the door and pulled me into the bedroom. Once she does this to me it doesn’t matter how tired I am. I knew she was down for a good session and I’d get to use her pussy hard tonight. I immediately went to get our toy chest, which is actually an extra-large, locked suitcase that we keep in my master closet. By now we had added even more toys to our collection, although we had discarded many. Over the years through trial and error, Amy discovered she loves soft realistic toys the best, and silicone material.

They were more expensive but other materials could break down and would even burn Amy’s insides a bit. We also discovered that organic coconut oil made for an amazing all-natural lube. It also worked well for massage oil, and oh year, it works good for cooking too. Anyway, now that the kids are older, we needed to keep the toys organized and locked up in case our kids were snooping around. The last thing they need to see is their parent’s collection of super-sized toys. I think our daughter would have a stroke if she saw what mom and dad were up to. By the time I was back in the bedroom, Amy was fully undressed with her sexy little body on display.

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