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She opened her eyes and a sudden soreness spread all over her body. Her pussy started wetting just by thinking of what happened last night.

It was a spontaneous and crazy Saturday night. Deciding to go clubbing with her friends, she called him. They’ve known each other for so long since they were both kids. He was strikingly handsome with great sense of humor, stylish hairstyle, brown eyes and a devilish smile. She wanted him bad the minute she saw him.

The music, the light, the atmosphere was perfect at the club. After several shots and mojito, she was already a bit wasted or maybe she wanted to be so. They went to one club after another. As they walked through the fire door and started up the staircase. Abruptly, he pushed her up against the wall just the way she likes. Rough. He was looking perfectly relaxed, utterly gorgeous and irresistible. His smooth lips pressed against hers. They started kissing breathlessly. His kisses were so hard her lips weaver on the edge of numbness and joy. His right hand karaman escort began to move down her body, reach under her skirt, working his way up further. His fingers are brushing up against her pussy, he ripped her panties off. He knew that she is already wet. He separated her legs wide open, slipped his fingers inside her and started rubbing her clit. Slowly going in and out, while she can feel his other hand pinching her tits. Her nipples are so sensitive. He can feel her nipple harden through the lace bra. The trembling began from deep inside her. He moves his fingers in circles in a faster and harder rhythm. She couldn’t keep quiet anymore. Her moans turned into screams. He continues to stoke her until climax shudders through her.

“Kneel down” he said. She did as command, going down on her knees and unzipped his pants without hesitation. Gently wrapping her fingers around his huge dick. She lower her head and ran her tongue across the head. He moaned and thrust forward. kars escort She licked up from the base. Swirl him all the way up to the top. Licking and sucking every bit of him while one hand softly squeezing his balls. Her pussy was burning with desire. “Don’t stop” he said placing his hand on the back of her head guiding her up and down. He started thrusting deeper into her mouth. She suck him even harder. He let out a cry and thrust one final time deep into her throat. He came inside her mouth. She swallowed with a sly smile and licking him clean. Honestly, she likes giving him oral sex.

He positioned himself on the stair, pulling her closer to him. “Sit on me” said him. She pressed her pussy up to meet his hardening cock and rode him as hard as she can. He like seeing her squirm. Her fantasy came true in an instant. He was fucking her dirty on the stairs and they did not give a fuck if they were caught.

“Have you ever tried sixty-nine before?” he asked.

“No. You can show kıbrıs escort me how to do it.” She answered with a smile

“Just turned around and sit on my face!” he said as he turned her over.

She felt his tongue deep in her holes making lazy circles on her clit.

“hmmm ahhhh” She couldn’t help but squeal with pleasure. He knew she was cumming again soon, so he went to work on her clit. Sticking his tongue rapidly flicked it up and down, back and forth. She came, ejaculating all over his face. He slurping up every single drop of her love juice. In return, she went down on all fours. Her pussy was high in the air, dripping. He spank her hard. He spank her again. All she can feel was the special joy in pain. He stood behind her and pushed his hard dick deep into her sticky wet pussy. He fucked her like there’s no tomorrow. He pumped her, straining and slipped his thumb into her ass. She could not hold back any longer. He started speeding up and wailed together as their orgasm exploded.

Her friends appeared in the staircase right after they got dressed. She might had black out after a few more drinks, but who the hell cares about anything after a mind-blowing sex on the staircase.

The real question is why would you settle for a vanilla sex when you’ve already taste the fire?

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The sun beamed down upon an idyllic English summer afternoon. A light breeze prevented thoughts that it might be too hot to do anything much. Along a country lane came a girl on a bicycle. A pretty, yellow and white striped dress showing off her shapely legs as they went up and down moving the pedals in a steady rhythm. Down the lane she came under a canopy of trees, their overhanging branches shading her, without fully blocking out the sunshine; a stoat hurried across the road in front of her causing her to brake a little – not, though, with any risk of her coming off again. Hannah had not liked her earlier tumble on the drive of Mumble Hall one little bit.

A few hundred yards more and Hannah turned out of the lane onto the gravelled drive and through the gates of the hall, the sturdy brick pillars standing guard. Beside the entrance was Bradshaw, the gardener’s cottage. It was Hannah’s intention to go and see the old gardener and thank him for what he had done for her. She had not espied him the day after when she had visited Sir Hugh and – Hannah smiled a little self-consciously at the memory – had been well stoppered by Sir Hugh and had then had the bung removed by Lady Lyanthe.

Bradshaw was not in his cottage and Hannah went to seek him out. Hannah did wonder when she espied him quite what one of the ladies of the village might have thought had she come, perhaps seeking fruit to make jam or perhaps seeking a donation for a worthy cause – a flag day, mayhap. Of course, it might be that some of the ladies might visit with an even more deliberate purpose; might be, rather than shocked, delighted to see the old gardener both hirsute and naked at work in his greenhouse; more than pleased to see him with his ‘dibber’ and hope he might, indeed, make a donation – a plentiful one where it counted and not the sort they, unfortunately, received at home. She might dally to see if his plums were ripe for making jam – the enthusiastic jam maker keen to feel her jampot filled.

Hannah opened the greenhouse door. It was hot inside even with the vents open and the whitewash liberally splashed upon the glass. Bradshaw turned to her and his face broke into a smile, “Ah, Miss Hannah, yer looking most fine today. How’s that knee of yers ‘n yer bum?”

The man was naked, completely naked. The hairiness of his beard and head rather carried on below. The penis that Hannah had felt insider her hung there, lolling in the heat, his slack scrotum allowing his balls to hang low. They reminded her of a bull’s testes out in the field, low swinging and large.

“I hopes you doon’t mind me noodity. It’s bloomin’ hot in glasshouse.”

Hannah did not mind and said so. She said her knee was getting better and as for her thigh and bottom, she raised her dress and showed him the bruise now going rather dramatic colours. Very likely, Bradshaw could have found flowers to match, a bouquet even. Perhaps that would have made a rather prettier sight. The old gardener tutted in sympathy. “I’ll put me Yarrow salve on’t. Tis good for bruising. You come to me on way home.”

“Thank you, Mr Bradshaw, I’ll be sure to do that. Um, I was thinking the other day about the wonderful fruit and vegetables you grow, and I was thinking about cucumbers.”

“Young girls think a lot on’t cucumbers. They likes ’em in salads and sandwiches. Cool as a cucumber, eh?”

“Why are they called ‘ridge cucumbers’ sometimes? Do they have a pronounced ridge?”

“Ah, you come with me, young lass.” Hannah followed the gardener, shaking her head at what she was doing. Following a naked man down the damp, hose watered flags along the middle of the greenhouse, following his naked and hairy bottom. She had thought he might have left his boots on but perhaps they were too hot on a day like that or just too much bother to put on again after taking trousers off. She felt rather overdressed, not that her thin cotton dress was exactly a fur coat.

In a shed Bradshaw had her sit down. There was of course method in that. It was not simply a gentlemanly insistence that a lady, even a young lady, should rest her legs.

Bradshaw reached above her to a shelf. “I’ve got packet o’ seeds in this tin which ‘ll tell all.”

Seated and with the man reaching above her, his cock was thrust almost in her face. The action was clearly deliberate, the old boy knew what he was about. Was very aware of just what he was doing because it began to grow right in front of her as he fumbled on the shelf above. Fascinating to young Hannah, interesting enough in its flaccid state but now expanding and moving… It was like one of those time lapse films of bulbs or seeds growing, waving about in front of the camera as they expand and rise up towards the light.

“Here it is. Me packet of seeds. Let’s see what it says,” the man was still in front of her, his penis still in her face. Bradshaw read from the seed packet, “Ridge cucumbers are best peeled before serving.”

The old gardener’s foreskin was so there in front of her, kilis escort not yet uncovering the full bulb, but she could see the shape of his prominent coronal ridge through the thin skin. Hannah did not miss the allusion. Could see why Bradshaw had chosen to read the packet to her. Her hand almost reached straightway to peel the foreskin back before taking a ‘full serving’ of cock in her mouth. It would come with a dressing – a creamy dressing.

Bradshaw read on, “They typically have a firmer texture than a standard cucumber with fewer seeds and a fuller flavour.” Again, Hannah could not but admire the firmness of the old gardener’s cock. She could not now resist touching. She reached and very much admired the texture of his penile skin. It was smooth like the skin of her breasts but there was a rubbery cragginess about it.

“A high yielding variety displaying a long, smooth-skinned, dark ribbed fruit.” It was certainly long. Hannah peeled back the foreskin and admired Bradshaw’s ‘fruit.’

“A sweet flavour, not at all bitter, juicy in the mouth.” It was right before her. Hannah knew what was about to happen.

“Ridge cucumbers are so called because, historically, they were grown on ridges of soil to capture more sunshine and provide good drainage.” The gardener smiled down at her, ‘I still do that, best way, out o’ doors.” He put down the seed packet and stroked her hair. “Nowt to do with shape, missy, rib or ridge, but where you grow ’em. They’re an outdoor variety but I grows ‘Bradshaw’s Champion’ in here! Does you want t’ try?”

Hannah nodded and was just in time to make her mouth all round as Bradshaw thrust forward. The firm, shiny, peeled end that had almost been making her cross-eyed, thrust into her mouth, pushing her head back against the seat. The head was indeed cool in her mouth like a cucumber. The old gardener was really thrusting away. Very much fucking her mouth. Hannah reached to control his enthusiasm, her hand closing around his swinging testes, low hanging and full. It was obvious he intended her to taste the juice of ‘Bradshaw’s Champion.’

In, out, in, out, her mouth very much a vagina substitute for ‘Bradshaw’s Champion.” It was very much going to be ‘juicy in her mouth;’ but would it be sweet and not at all bitter?

What might someone have thought looking through the shed’s window. The old gardener, without a stitch on, thrusting his rather large cock in and out of a young girl’s mouth as she sat there in her pretty yellow dress, eyes wide and lips stretched around it. Perhaps, if a man, he might have whipped out his own cock and joined in the stroking albeit in his own hand rather than in a soft, hot, wet mouth; if a woman might she have looked cross and indignant at what the old boy was doing or shrugged her shoulders and accepted she needed to come back another time to see if Bradshaw was free to service her?

Like the ridge cucumbers ‘Bradshaw’s Champion’ was indeed a ‘high yielding variety.’ The produce more savoury than sweet, and most certainly not cool – unlike the cucumber. Hannah swallowed in a succession of gulps; she even said, ‘thank you’ for explaining about the cucumbers “and, um, for that, um, yes.”

“Thars alright, missy. I’s feel better too. Plenty more another time. I be quite free with me fruit and vegetables. I give a lot away. Sir Hugh, he don’t mind.”

Hannah picked up her bicycle and rode on towards the hall, her knickers still pristine and her vagina empty. She was not sure how Sir Hugh might take to finding her already filled by Bradshaw or her knickers awash with another man’s semen. What if Bradshaw had fucked her and then bunged her up with a carrot or something. Perhaps Lady Lyanthe might like removing the bung, but did she only drink Sir Hugh’s stuff or did she perhaps not only enjoy the basket of fruit and vegetables which he brought up to the house, but the gardener himself? Might she ask if ‘Bradshaw’s Champion’ was in season?

Hannah shifted on the bike’s saddle. It was firm all along her sex. For boys it was not the same, she thought, but for a woman it pressed against them; for boys it merely pressed against the empty area between scrotum and bottom – for girls it was a very different matter. It was no different when riding a horse and bouncing upon the hard leather saddle – for men their penises were out of the way, they did not keep bouncing down on them, nor of course on their balls – how uncomfortable that would be. Hannah smiled as her feet went round and round on the pedals; how funny men were with their so delicate organs hanging in pairs unprotected. She looked forward to handling Sir Hugh’s – as was most likely would happen that afternoon. Bradshaw had got her worked up and her mind was pleasantly full of sex – rather as her mouth had been minutes before!

The saddle rubbed a little against her. It occurred to Hannah that had a little button, a little bump been incorporated in the design, a little raised protrusion towards the narrowing kırklareli escort front then a lady rider could very easily have rubbed her own little button rather nicely as she rode. A lady’s saddle rather than a gentleman’s perhaps! Her own bicycle was, of course, a lady’s bike, designed without the cross bar. She had ridden it since a teenager. She drew it to a halt and stepped modestly from it. Who knew who might be looking and see a flash of her knickers, if she cocked her leg over like a boy would do? Had Sir Hugh been there she might have done just that to be naughty. She rang the bell to the front door.

Lady Lyanthe seemed delighted to see her; a kiss to the cheek – Hannah had rather expected something less formal – and then a nice little chat before Lady Lyanthe sent her off in search of Sir Hugh. “He’s down at the stables.”

He was indeed. Sir Hugh had been out riding and was rubbing down his horse. He said another day Hannah really must bring her riding things and riding helmet.

“It’s funny, Sir Hugh, I was thinking about riding and saddles on the way here. Bike saddles but also horse-riding saddles as well. Sir Hugh’s saddle was already off the horse. He carried it to the tack room and Hannah followed.

“Is your bike’s saddle comfortable. Does it know how lucky it is to be so close to your lovely little…?” Sir Hugh was very much looking at Hannah’s hips. It was quite clear where his interest lay.

“Yes, I was thinking about… is this a side saddle? How odd.”

It was indeed and Sir Hugh was quick to expound on the subject. It seemed Lady Lyanthe rode side saddle quite often. Had done since young and had been an accomplished rider side saddle. “She took jumps side saddle.”

“No! Not really? Why did she? Isn’t it difficult? Why bother. Isn’t it all about some old fashioned idea of modesty?”

“Nothing old fashioned about modesty, Hannah. Good manners really.”

Hannah rather did what might be called a ‘double take,’ Sir Hugh with his Freikörperkultur and delight in putting his hand up her dress talking about modesty of all things. And she very much said that.

“Not exactly modest in that railwayman’s hut!”

“Modest but practical, Hannah. It was sensible to get warm and dry.”

Hannah could remember she had been conflicted between a desire for modesty and a desire to get to her interview and secure the internship. She could remember thinking what was more important – her modesty or the internship?

“Side saddle,” went on Sir Hugh, “is neither difficulty nor inferior to riding astride. It is simply different and undoubtedly elegant. Certainly, it was largely thought, and that is right back to the middle-ages, appropriate for women to ride side saddle. Vulgar, immodest if you like, to ride astride and, well, likely to preserve a girl’s physical and verifiable virginity; practical too as with long skirts not easy to ride astride. The evolution of the modern side saddle took time.”

Hannah looked closely at the carefully built leather saddle.

“The side saddle, as you can see has a second pommel. Your right leg goes around the upper pommel, rather than in a stirrup the other side of the horse, and hangs down. Your left goes in a stirrup in the usual position on the horse’s left. The second pommel, the leaping head, goes over your left thigh but not actually touching. Your right leg stays relaxed unless there is need when you can grip quite tightly against both upper and lower pommel. You sit upright and face very much to the front. Sit tall, straight and elegant.”

Hannah giggled, “It does look a bit like… the pommels do look a bit like curving erect cocks going in different directions.”

“You’re not taking this seriously enough. You get on and try.”

Hannah had been listening carefully and had understood how to sit. Whilst the idea of preserving modesty by sitting side saddle rather than astride was all well and good with long skirts, it simply did not apply with Hannah’s comparatively short dress. Her rather matching yellow and white polka dot knickers were very much on display to Sir Hugh. Beneath his jodhpurs his penis took on the shape of a third pommel.

“I would like to try.”

“There is no need to wear a long skirt or the proper habit. It does though look so fine – elegance personified. A separate jacket and with the skirt long but actually rather backless – you still will need trousers – so you can properly fit the saddle.” Sir Hugh chuckled, “A backless skirt has a certain appeal to the gentlemen! Jodhpurs or jeans will be fine. I shall speak to Lyanthe. She will be delighted to teach you.”

Sir Hugh seemed to be addressing Hannah’s knickers half the time. It amused her. She could see the long shape pressing against his jodhpurs. She liked that. It was funny how tight thin trousers on men, rather revealing their manly attributes, could be such a turn on. In a way rather more exciting than the full nudity espoused by Sir Hugh. karabük escort Her mind jumped back to thoughts of those young men in their thin cotton running shorts, engorged knobs poking and pushing at the material, so clearly outlining their plum shapes. Men did like seeing girls caught in the rain, breasts and hard nipples pushing at material made very clingy and perhaps transparent. She rather thought the lads with their thin shorts would look so perfect caught in the rain. The wet cotton clinging to their ‘equipment,’ the material almost transparent and showing pretty much everything. Perhaps the best of both worlds. Clothed and unclothed all in one. She watched Sir Hugh undressing. He seemed to have decided it was an opportune moment. He was a fine figure of an older man, but how lovely those lads would have looked in their rain soaked shorts. Not quite the normal thing for a girl to say to a boy, ‘You’re all wet!” How nice to fondle through the wet material, how good to draw the wet shorts downwards and let their manhood spring upwards. Mmmm – for sucking and fucking.

Sir Hugh’s penis sprang into view. Clearly, he did not think any sort of modesty needed with Hannah. Could he perhaps see the wet spot she rather thought was forming upon her knickers right between her legs? Hannah was not at all averse to the idea of imminent sexual contact between her wet spot and Sir Hugh’s fine and standing cock. It was more than a little encouragement, but she felt he would appreciate it if she pretended to masturbate the two pommels. What would it be like to have two of them for real, one for each hand and another right in front of her?

Rather good to have her wet spot touched. A finger reaching towards her and then touching. A gentle up and down stroking as she stared at Sir Hugh’s erection. A natural reaction sometimes for a woman to wish to close her thighs to prevent the man touching too soon or when the stimulation became too great; perhaps post orgasmic when it was all so sensitive, and she could not take any more. Yet the two curving pommels prevented that; two rigid phallic leather pommels curving towards and around each thigh prevented closure. There was an excitement in that. Between them Sir Hugh’s hand touched, stroking and tickling her, a relentless but delicate assault on increasingly wet cotton. Hannah found her thighs trying to close but, mounted upon the saddle, she was unable to close unless she dismounted. What would it be like to be held by a number of stable boys upon the saddle, their hands stimulating her – everywhere – unable to close her thighs, unable to prevent firm fingers entering her, massaging her hard clitoris, pulling at her nipples? And then hard penises penetrating her.

“That’s nice, Sir Hugh – that’s even better!” He had slipped his fingers under the cotton and they were now in her sex. She wanted to close her thighs hard around them but was restrained by the curving pommels, as if two other men with incredibly firm erections curved under each thigh were holding her back. She moaned out loud as Sir Hugh’s fingers pushed into her tunnel, making the motion she was sure his cock would be making very soon in there.

“Can I get down, Sir Hugh.”

“Not until you’ve come.”

With his free hand he was undoing her dress, lifting a breast from her brassiere, and doing what she so liked – he was sucking her nipple. It was lovely. But she now really would like to be fucked, yet she was trapped upon the saddle and could not dismount – was not being permitted to dismount – until she came. Forced into an orgasm she really wanting to come from penile stimulation. And then what? Sir Hugh’s blood was up – she could see his straining erection. He would want to come too – that visible accompaniment to the male orgasm. She could fake it if she chose. Sir Hugh could not. Men had to release their cum.

Sir Hugh withdrew his hand from her vagina, his fingers so wet. He sucked on them before replacing them for more thrusting.

“Do you, Hannah, suck your own fingers when masturbating?”

Her voice came out not so much as a croak as a bit of a whisper, and a guilty sounding one at that, “Yes.”

Why guilty? There was nothing wrong with that. Still better when it was Sir Hugh’s wet fingers that came to her mouth. She sucked upon them as if it were a cock: his cock – or maybe another man’s. Firm and rigid and tasting of herself. No risk that her mouth might suddenly be filled with the very male taste of semen. Pity! She would not mind sucking on one of those stable lads – or two!

What would someone coming into the stables think? If it were Lady Lyanthe she might take over – perhaps, or she might simply watch; if Bradshaw, would he stand there all respectful waiting to ask Sir Hugh a question and making no comment about the baronet’s nudity or standing erection. Might Sir Hugh ask him to take over with his big, strong working hands? And if a stable boy or girl – or a pair of them? Might Sir Hugh say he was ‘rubbing down’ Hannah and set them to work on the horses or might he tell them to rub her down instead. The thought of the lad and stable girl – perhaps – coming over to rub her like Sir Hugh very much pleased her. Or might they lift her from the saddle and prepare her to be mated with Sir Hugh. That would be exciting.

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Two nights ago, I went on a photo shoot with a photographer that I met online. He had seen my portfolio and sent me a message saying that he was really interested in working with me.

His name is Alex, and his portfolio is filled with beautiful, artistic photographs of mainly curvy models, just like me, in lingerie. So I agreed to model for him.

I let my husband know where I was going and gave him the photographer’s info, just in case, like I always do.

I arrived at Alex’s studio and we exchanged greetings. He is an athletic, built man about twice my age. He is in his mid 40s, very polite and professional. He offered me a glass of wine to loosen me up.

I showed him a few of my lingerie outfits for the shoot. We chatted and bantered for a bit while selecting the outfit.

I changed into my first set of several outfits we had selected.

Alex got his equipment ready.

We began the session. As I started posing in front of the camera, Alex gave me instructions on posing. I started to feel comfortable modeling for him. He was overwhelming me with compliments and made me feel very sexy.

After a few minutes of shooting, Alex came over and stood next to me and gave me a preview of the images he captured from his camera.

The images of me he captured were as stunning as the images of the girls in his portfolio. They are tastefully done and very artistic. I was happy with how the shoot was going.

About an hour and a half into the three hour session, I changed into a purple baby doll dress that was completely see through. Alex seemed to be getting very aroused by my appearance in such an intimate outfit.

As I laid there posing practically naked on the bed of a man whom I just met, I got such a sexy feeling of desire. The fact that I could see Alex beginning to have a bulge in his pants turned me on even more.

He asked if I was interested in taking off my dress to pose nude.

I was quite excited to get naked in front of him, to let him photograph me, but I had to play the hesitation game a little. I replied to his request with a simple, “Maybe, I’ll think about it.”

I continued posing seductively with lingerie still on.

A short while later, I pulled a shoulder strap down to the side and gebze escort asked Alex, “Is this what you like?”

I didn’t need to hear his answer. I could see that he reached a maximum bulginess. I think both of us were having sinful thoughts, but he was definitely showing it more.

Then, in the heat of the moment, I slid down my dress and faced his camera and showed him my breasts.

He pretended to play it cool but the hard-on I could see told me everything I needed to know.

I continued to pose with the baby doll dress down at my waist only covering my mid section. I could hear the excitement in his voice as he clicked his camera and captured my exposed breasts complimenting me on my poses.

“That’s it dear, that is lovely, keep going.” he told me as he clicked and clicked.

When he wasn’t moving things any further, I proceeded to stop and pretended to act as if we were done, knowing that I still had another hour left of being his muse.

He, of course, mentioned the fact that there’s still an hour left in our photo session.

I then offered to take my panties off and go full nude.

He wouldn’t have any problem with that. At first, I kept my legs closed so my vagina wasn’t exposed, but I just couldn’t wait to show it to him.

A bit more than halfway into our session, it took a turn from being artistic to being explicit.

Alex now regained his command of the photo shoot and told me to open my legs.

I again pretended to look hesitant and then ultimately complied. I sat on his comfortable bed and opened my legs as wide as possible for him to photograph.

The flirting game between the model and the photographer was at a peak.

As I posed completely nude and he clicked and clicked on his camera, I got on all four with my face towards Alex. I slowly crawled towards him. My head was directly in front of his crotch, and I jokingly commented on the bulge in his pants, “You look happy, Alex”.

Alex pushed his crotch closer to my face and took a few shots with his bulge next to my smiling face.

I placed my hand right over his stiffness and started to rub on it over his pants. “You’ve seen my pussy, now let me see that cock!” I demanded.

Alex smiled and gave me gümüşhane escort a nod. I immediately unzipped and pulled down his pants. I couldn’t wait to access the stiffness. I got through his boxers and there was Alex’s veiny, hard as rock cock pointing towards my face.

I gave it a brief inspection, grabbed it with my right hand and began to stroke it.

Alex closed his eyes and smiled. I could see drips of pre-cum coming out of his erect penis. I slowly closed the gap with the tip of my tongue. I got a taste of his juice as Alex let out a moan.

I wanted to put Alex’s whole, thick cock into my mouth, but I only was twirling my tongue around his tip. I could feel a string of his pre-cum on my tongue.

Alex asked me to hold it so he could take a picture.

Alex took charge again and inserted his cock into my mouth.

I happily took it. Alex was hard as a rock from the feeling of me sucking on his prick.

I was also getting wet, as the desire of making him hard went right to my pussy.

After I gave him a pleasurable blowjob, Alex laid on his back, and I got on top.

As I inserted his fat, hard cock inside my wet, tight hole, I felt the warm stiffness and thought he could stay inside me for as long as he liked. Even though, at some point, I eventually have to return to my husband.

As we’re both enjoying the pleasure of each other, I thought about how much of a slut I am to enjoy having raw, unprotected sex with a photographer I just met.

Luckily my husband and I have a deep level of understanding. We love each other unconditionally and love it when our partner gets sexual gratification, whether it’s from each other or someone else.

I knew my husband wouldn’t have any problem with what I was doing, so I continued on with the fun sex session with Alex.

Long past the three hour mark of the photo session, I was on my back with Alex’s cock penetrating my slit in and out.

I let Alex photograph a few images of him having his way with me. I started to feel my pussy getting stretched and a bit of pain, but it felt so good.

This was the first time I let any guy outside of my husband fuck me in my pussy. My toes curled, and I felt so tingly that it hardened izmir escort my nipples. The two of us were moaning so loud that I could hear the echoes in his studio.

It was at this moment that I remembered I had missed my birth control by a few days and was in my ovulation cycle. My body felt the craving for sperm and Alex just happened to be the guy that I’ll be getting it from.

I yelled to him loudly, “I want you to cum inside me! Please cum in my pussy!”

Alex let out a loud moan as he pushed it in deep. I felt his stiff hard cock pulsating and squirting his warm seed inside me.

I pressed my pelvis against him to make sure he squirts as deep as possible into my womb.

After Alex finished, I could feel my pussy wet and filled with semen, and it felt so wonderful.

As Alex pulled his cock out, I could feel his cum drip between my legs.

Alex laid there with a satisfied look on his face.

I could tell, he had a slight regret that he came inside me. I assured him that it was okay, and I was on the pill, even though I had missed a few days.

Alex had me open my lips and show his dripping white seminal fluid flowing out my freshly fucked pussy for a few up-close shots. I proudly posed for him with my legs wide open, like the good slutty model that I am. Showing off the creampie he just gave me felt so erotic.

I wanted to give Alex some vivid visuals to remember our first session together.

I am hoping there will be more sessions for us to share such decadent delights.

The session ended about an hour past the scheduled time, it was near midnight.

I texted my husband to let him know I was going to be late coming home and that I had a good time with the photographer. I even took a picture of my pussy dripping with Alex’s cum with my phone and sent it to him.

I put on my clothes and gave Alex a goodbye hug and kiss.

Alex was overwhelming me with thanks and promised to send me some of the photos he took in a few days.

As I walked out of his studio and into the elevator, I could still feel Alex’s fluid dripping out of my panties and on to my thighs.

I walked to my car and drove home. I felt a bit of shame that I just let some photographer fuck and use my pussy for his breeding needs. It wasn’t a bad kind of shame, it was a satisfying kind of shame.

The thought that I could have been impregnated by the photographer while I was on set modeling for him brought a very exciting feeling to me, I couldn’t wait to go home and tell my man what had just happened!

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Chapter 10: Morning Parting Rushed

He wakes up as the sun, hidden behind gray clouds, gently brightens the early morning sky. His Kitten is still asleep; her breathing a soft purr. He gently unwraps himself from around her, moving slow and smooth to keep from waking her. He smiles softly as he looks at her, his Kitten. Both had forgotten to draw the curtains and the room is just barely lit with the warm early morning light. He slides quietly from the bed. She doesn’t sleep in often and it was a long, passionate evening. He stretches slowly, retrieves his new lounge pants courtesy of His Kitten, slips into them and pads quietly out of the bedroom. He closes the door quietly behind him and walks out into the living room area of their suite.

As she sleeps, he does a morning yoga asana that stretches out his muscles and tones his body. Afterwards, he goes into the small studio kitchen and prepares hot tea. Early grey, English breakfast, a cinnamon masala blend of black tea, or green tea are the options that the hotel has stocked the kitchen with. He heats the water and decides to have cinnamon masala tea. As the tea steeps, he assesses the coffee options: either Starbuck Pike’s Place, or decaffeinated Starbuck Pike’s Place. He decides that his Kitten will want the “leaded” version: full caffeinated Pike’s Place. He prepares the coffee maker and turns it on, then retrieves his cell phone and looks up the room service options for breakfast.

Today will be long. That certain melancholy slips into his mood as he contemplates his schedule. His plane is scheduled for departure at 11:25 AM, which means he needs to be at the airport an hour and a half (his “rule of thumb” for major airports van escort on domestic flights) before departure time due to the check-in and TSA security processing lines especially nowadays during the COVID19 pandemic. That leaves enough time for a decent, non-rushed breakfast with His Kitten, a shower, and any last-minute packing.

The timer for his tea chimes softly, signaling the end of the brewing time. He pinches the tea bag gently, ringing the excess water and tea out of it. As he throws the used tea bag into the trash can, the coffee maker completes its brew cycle. He checks the coffee maker and sets it to a “Stay Warm” setting. He double-backs to his chair and checks his phone again. He notices a couple of missed calls and voice message notifications that he hadn’t noticed earlier.

“Fuck! Not now!”

He mentally curses as the feeling of dread forms in his stomach. He opens the voicemail app on his phone and listens to the first saved message. It’s from his office and urgent. The second message is from his office, and it repeats the first message only with more urgency. A client has a critical issue with one of his supported products and they’ve rescheduled his flight to the10:45 AM flight! He checks the time. He’ll have enough time for a quick shower, pack his bags and make it to the airport in time for the flight. Cursing under his breath quietly, he sips his tea and strides quickly towards the bathroom.

She is still asleep as he steps out of the bathroom, now freshly showered, and groomed, and quietly dresses. By the time he is dressed and putting the last items in his luggage, she stirs and calls out his name. He sits down on the bed next to her, yalova escort stroking her body gently.

“Good morning, my Kitten.”

He says softly while running his fingers lightly through her hair.

“Morning.”

She responds sleepily then yawns and stretches her arms out. Her eyes squint open.

“Why are you dressed? What’s wrong!?”

She says, half-awake and half-alarmed as she sits up.

“My office called and moved my flight out to an earlier flight this morning. A critical issue with one of my clients. I’m so sorry, my Kitten. I need to leave in the next 10 minutes.”

He replies, his voice laced with disappointment as he explains and tries to calm her undue panic. He leans forward and kisses her gently.

“I’m disappointed too. I was looking forward to a nice, long breakfast with you this morning.”

He continues. He looks into her eyes and sees her dismay and disappointment while mentally cursing the gods for this sudden change of timing. She’s quiet for a minute, absorbing his words.

“Well, fuck! This sucks!”

She exclaims with a long exhale of breath, looking downwards then back up into his eyes. Her hands draw his face towards her lips, and they kiss again.

“Let me put on my robe and I’ll help you with any last-minute packing.”

She says as she slips out from under the covers, stands, and stretches lightly. His eyes greedily drink in her naked body while she looks for her robe. He stands and reaches over to the chair where her robe is draped.

“Here, my Kitten.”

He calls as he holds the robe up and opens it. She smiles, then slips into the robe and into his waiting arms.

“Thank you, çorlu escort my Mister!”

She says softly, snuggling into his warmth. They kiss again. Minutes disappear.

“Mmmm, OH crap! You need to go. NOW!”

She says, looking at the clock on the bed stand. They kiss again, more passionately this time. Disengaging reluctantly, they walk towards the suite’s door hand in hand.

“I’ll contact you soon, my Kitten. I love you! Be safe on your drive back home.”

He says with a quick wink and a smile as he walks out the door. She watches him as he walks down the corridor to the elevators. He pushes the call button, waits briefly then disappears into the elevator. She sighs and closes the door.

Alone.

Her hand wanders towards her neck and fingers the leather collar that her Mister gave her. A single tear slides down her cheek. She turns around while clearing her throat then smiles broadly. The smell of coffee tickles her nose. She notices the pot warming on the small burner of the coffee machine. She laughs delightedly even as another tear slides down her cheek.

“Even as he leaves me, he still, somehow, takes care of me!”

She thinks to herself. She grabs a mug for the cabinet above the coffee maker, pours herself a cup then heads towards the bedroom. As she walks through the bedroom to the bathroom, the clouds break, and the bright morning light shines through the windows. She laughs as she recalls that neither one of them remembered to draw the curtains close. She turns towards the windows and morning light and raises her mug in salute.

“I hope that you enjoyed the show! I know that I did!”

She curtsies and turns back around while laughing.

“Fuck our timing! I love every second that I get with my Mister!”

She says defiantly to the empty room while walking into the bathroom. She turns on the shower and finishes her coffee. Thus, the unceremonious end of a wonderful, salacious weekend with her Mister.

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Asad, zoya along with baby asma was seated on the couch in the lobby. Zoya was so impressed with all the clothing hanging in the showroom. She was looking with dreamy eyes, asad noticed her giddiness. At that moment a sails girl saw them and she came towards them,

“Sir, ma’am good afternoon would you like to take a look at our new bikini collection.” Zoya was about to say no when asad replied “Yes we would like to have a look.” Asad stood up and took zoya’s hand to make her stand.

He took baby asma from zoya and started to follow the sails girl. Zoya pulled his hand back and said “Sir I can’t buy anything here it is too costly. And other than that I don’t wear clothes like this.” she said in embarrassed tone.

Asad replied “You don’t need to take care of the cost miss zoya, I am paying and secondly I have seen you in nothing so bikini won’t do much damage in our case. Anyways we have a pool in the penthouse you can wear it in their”

Zoya blushed till the roots of her hair she was about to say “But sir” when asad shushed her. Zoya was pushed inside the changing room it had a red curtain covering it. Asad sat on the sofa in front of changing room with baby asma who was again asleep.

The sails girl brought three bikinis from their new collection. A turquoise blue off shoulder bikini with frill on its off-shoulder and the waist of panties, a tiger print two piece bikini and a red two piece g-string bikini this one was too trabzon escort daring.

Zoya began to undress behind the curtain, she tied up her hair and stripped her saree. Then she removed the blouse her boobs flung out of it then she removed her still damp lacy panties due to the commotion happen in the plane toilet.

In the full length mirror she looked at herself, she looked erotic, She smiled at her naked image and thought what asad would think about this image.

She cleaned her pussy lips with her panties to prevent those expensive bikini bottoms to get soiled. She then tried first turquoise blue bikini she looked cute in it her massive cleavage was on display and her ass looked full and fluffy in the bottom.

She realize asad must be waiting outside so she opened the curtains like to poke her head out. Asad looked up at that moment . He was looking expect manner so she opened the curtains.

Asad was awestruck looking at her she looked gorgeous. He stood up and went towards her when she stopped him with her hand on his chest. He looked at her hand in confusion . She said “Not now sir, we don’t want to spoil these bikinis, do we?”

Asad looked at her in full confidence and said “Do you still think that i care for such small thing” zoya said “I do care” and she went inside. Frowning at her departure asad sat down on the couch again.

zoya wore the tiger print bikini it made her look mature tunceli escort like a model, she opened the curtain again but asad was nowhere to be seen but baby asma was sleeping on couch.

So she called the sails girl to ask her about him, sails girl said he went to take a phone call. Zoya gave a understanding surge and went inside to try the last bikini.

It had two triangles to cover her nipples and areola and panty was just a g-string. She felt naked in that bikini. When she looked out asad was standing there, but she didn’t opened the curtains.

He gave the confused frown and came towards the changing room and opened the curtains. He was so aroused that he could cum just by looking at her, he smirked and said “I think I could help you removed that bikini”

He went inside the changing room closing the curtains behind him. He caress her cheeks with his knuckles, she closed her eyes. Then he hold her neck chocking her a little and pulled her towards him, she stumbled at his chest when he said in slow sensual voice, “This innocent little face leads a man like me by his cock”

Then he caressed along her cleavage towards her full boobs until it reached her now pouting nipples. Then he grabbed her boobs so suddenly making her startled like a beast preying on his prey.

He pulled the bikini bar apart and began circling her nipples she kept moaning continuously . Her nipples are painfully uşak escort hard now, she could feel his hardness through his pants.

Then his caressing hand began to travel below in the south he played with the belly button in the sensual manner all this time his predatory eyes on her face. In one swift moment he pulled the string of her g-string free her from the only cloth on her body she shuddered.

He caressed her vagina without touching her pussy, zoya kept moaning for more she tried to push her pussy towards his hands but it was not a fruitful effort she begged “Please touch me. Please I want it”. In one swift moment he turned her around making her back touch his front, Zoya let out a soft scream.

They were facing the mirror now, he lifted her one leg and placed it on the mirror her horizontal pussy was seen in the mirror , he said “If you insist.” and then he inserted his finger in her pussy moving it in and out she kept moaning and moaning “Ah! Ah! Ah! oh god yes, like this, yes oh! fuck me! fuck me harder!”.

He kept fucking her with his finger until she erupted like fountain in the mirror. Asad straightened his pants and collected all the bikinis and went out side.

He bumped into the sails girl she was staring at him in awestruck manner. He dropped all the bikinis in her hand and asked her to pack all of them. Asad presumed that whole shop knows what happened inside the changing room, thanks to zoya’s loud moaning.

Zoya came out fully dressed and went towards the counter, she took asma from asad. The sails girl and the other sail girls as well as the cleaner was gawking at them. Zoya realized why is that happening. She was so embarrassed that she wanted this earth to open up and swallow her.

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My wife Lois and I grew up in the country, met when we were nineteen and twenty, got married a year later and started our life together. The first two years were fast and furious. We worked hard and played hard. Our love life was great. As the new wore off, we made love a little less, but just as intensely. I became aware of Penthouse Forum first after picking up a copy left in the locker room at work. Later, I purchased my own copy. Eventually I shared some of the letters with Lois. She dismissed them at first, and told me to find something better to read. However I noticed that the first few times she read some letters herself, our lovemaking was more animated than usual. I asked her why she was so horny if the letters were that inferior. She teasingly said that she was turned on by my body, not the letters.

As more time went by, we began talking about the letters, discussing the various situations that turned us on. One Friday night we were out for dinner when our waiter began paying particular attention to Lois. Now Lois is a petite blonde, 5’2″,115 lbs., with perky 32C breasts. At this time she was tanned and dressed in a button up blouse and medium length skirt. The waiter was a young man probably fresh out of high school. He seemed to barely notice me. I mentioned to Lois that urfa escort she had an admirer. She of course dismissed me as being too imaginative. I dared her to unbutton another button on her blouse and see if I was right. At first she seemed reluctant, but then a sly smile came across her beautiful mouth. She went to the rest room and came back. Sure enough, a button was loosened on her blouse allowing some cleavage to come into view. Our waiter noticed immediately. He seemed to be very flustered from then on. That evening, our lovemaking was especially intense and vocal.

The following morning, I complemented her on how sexy she had been. She blushed a little but I finally got her to admit that her little exposure to our young waiter had really turned her on. That evening, we went to the movies. I suggested her wardrobe and she readily agreed. She wore a very short black skirt with 5″ heels, garter belt with stockings, push-up half bra, crotchless panties and a thin, tight light tan scoop neck sweater top. She did her hair and makeup with a little extra flair. She looked stunning and very different from the cute young girl I had married. At the movies, we kissed frequently and I copped a feel of her legs during the film. A couple a few seats down seemed sivas escort to be attracted to our frequent caresses. When we got home, Lois did a slow strip. As I helped her with her clothes, I remarked how turned on she was. She took off her bra, but left her stockings, panties, garter belt and shoes as I thoroughly ate her pussy out. She was very vocal. We made love several times that night.

The next week we read some stories about exhibitionism. We were both turned on and made love several times that night. I suggested to Lois that I help her with her wardrobe and then cruise the mall the next weekend. Friday night I chose a short denim mini skirt, shimmering cream and gold thong, 4″ heels and a tight fitting top with a demi bra. The top was navy and had a low cut semi V neck. I dropped Lois off at one end of the mall and then drove over to the other side. I entered on the bottom level and looked for her as I “window shopped” my way down the mall. About half way down, I saw her looking at the display of a trendy shoe store. As I caught her eye she smiled and winked. She seemed to nod to a young guy a few stores down. I walked on by and noticed him really watching Lois. She entered the shoe store and browsed a while. After a time, a young salesman approached tekirdağ escort and asked if he could help her. She asked for some 5″ heels in various colors.

I watched from the opposite side of the store front as she tried on first one and then another pair of shoes. She seemed to spend quite a while raising and then spreading her legs as the young salesman tried hard to conceal his semi hard on. Finally, Lois selected a pair of sexy cream colored 5″ heels and wore them out. Her other admirer had awkwardly waited as she exited the shoe store. He followed her from a distance until she turned into the restroom area. Nervously he followed behind her. I was a distance behind and also went to the men’s room. Her young admirer used the urinal and seemed to be straining to get his cock back into his jeans. As he left, I spent a little extra time washing my hands. When I came out, Lois was coming out of the ladies room. She smiled subtly and walked ahead. Her admirer was back in the mall proper, but not too far away. When she passed him I saw her hand him something and say thanks. As I walked past I saw him hold up and then try to conceal something cream colored with gold trim. Her panties.

She began walking briskly the way she had come from. I went back to the car and drove back around to the original drop off spot. We barely made it home. I felt her dripping pussy all the way back and believe me; her denim skirt was soaked when I finally took it off her and ate her pussy. We were both so turned on and horny. I can hardly wait for the next girl’s night out.

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We had been out for a relaxing couple of hours by ourselves…we had gone to our favorite restaurant bar for a few drinks, and looked out over the water on which the restaurant was built. After having a few of the restaurant’s specialty – the Perfect Margarita – we headed home. When we got there, we grabbed a glass of wine to end the evening, and went out to sit on the patio, overlooking our pool.

As we sat there talking in the darkening evening, Linda looked at me and said, “You know, I just thought of something. Being the sneaky husband you are, you have been able to spy on me while I’m having my own fun by myself. I just realized that I have never seen you having your “fun” by yourself…if you want to be fair, then when do I get to get a show?”

The question caught me off-guard, but I grinned at her, the thought of it beginning to cause a little stir in my shorts. “Now why would you want to watch anything like that?” I asked her.

“Well, “ she said, “you seemed to enjoy yourself quite a bit when you watched me, so I wondered what it would be like to see you do it…would you do it for me while I watched you?”

I laughed and said, “OK, I’ll let you watch me one of these days, “ and took another sip of my wine.

“Why not right now, “ she said, and the way she was looking at me showed me that she was very serious about it.

I laughed a bit as I felt my bulge begin rize escort to grow, and said, “Well, OK…if you really want to see.”

She nodded her head a couple of times as she smiled at me, then said, “Then take off those shorts.” I put down my wine glass, and reached down and unbuttoned my shorts, then slipped them down to my knees. She pointed at my boxers, so I assumed she wanted them off as well, so I slipped them down to join my shorts, releasing my ever-hardening penis – just the thought of what was about the happen was getting me excited. “Take them all the way off, please, “ she quickly said, so I pushed them down to my ankles and pulled my legs out, leaving them in a pile on the patio. I leaned back in my chair, and my beginning erection lay against my lower abdomen.

Linda looked at it, smiled and said, “Looks like you might need to work on him a bit.” I grinned back at her and reached down and took it in my hand, and began to slowly stroke it, causing it to begin to harden.

I looked over at Linda sitting and watching, said, “Why don’t you let me see a little something to help me along?” She grinned at me, and her hands went quickly to the top button of her shirt…she undid it, then the next one, and then the next one, and all that was left holding it together was where it was tied at her stomach. She looked at me and I said, “You can’t stop sakarya escort now…keep going.” Her fingers quickly untied the knot, and the shirt fell apart, her perfect breasts on full display for me, her nipples very, very hard.

It had the desired effect as my penis was soon at total hardness. “Now that’s what I like to see,” Linda said, and leaned back in her chair. My hand continued stroking as I looked over at my beautiful wife, and noticed that her hand was slowly running over her stomach as she watched me, her fingertips grazing the bottom of her breasts. I glanced down and saw that her legs were parted, and her short skirt allowed me to see that she was not wearing any panties. When she saw me looking there, she grinned and spread her legs wider, allowing me to see her smooth shaven lips. That made me begin to stroke a bit harder, and as I squeezed, a big drop of precome appeared at the top of the head. She saw it too, and she leaned over, reached out and scooped it up with her finger, saying “I haven’t had any desert tonight,” and put her finger into her mouth, sucking on it for what seemed like eternity. “Mmmmmmm,” she said. “You taste sooo good.”

Just watching her suck on her finger was enough to make me even harder, and get me that much closer to coming. She leaned back and parted her legs so that I could see between her legs, and samsun escort I could detect a bit of wetness, so it appeared like she enjoying herself. She dropped her hand to her thigh and let it run up her leg, and let her fingers lightly brush over her lips. I could feel myself getting close as I looked at her, and I found myself beginning to increase the speed of my stroking. She looked at me and said, “ Come on, stroke it faster.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement, and I felt that familiar feeling rising in me. I looked deep into her eyes and said, “I’m about to come…are you ready for it?”

She leaned in closer to me and softly said, “I’m ready babe…come for me.”

I squeezed my penis harder and quickened the pace slightly, then let out a slight moan and said, “Here it comes…get ready.” Linda’s eyes were trained on my penis as I leaned back in my chair, gave it one more stroke, and the first spurt shot out, shooting high and then coming back down to land on my stomach. Her eyes got wider as another blob shot out, then another and another, until I finally slowed my hand until I was just barely stroking it, just milking out the last little bit.

Linda looked at me, grinned and said, “That was soooo cool, watching you…it was such a turn-on. And in case you don’t know, you made quite a mess on yourself.” She reached her hand over to my stomach and began to rub the milky liquid into my skin, until it was almost gone. She leaned over to me and her lips met mine, her tongue quickly snaking into my mouth. My hands went to her back and were immediately under her short skirt, caressing her ass. She pulled away, smiled, and seductively said, “How about a shower?”

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“It’s a thousand, sweetie,” said the dark-haired, busty woman as she put her makeup on in the dimly lit hotel room downtown. Frank sprawled out on the bed typing out a message on his phone.

She stopped and turned to him. “A thousand,” she said sternly. Frank finally looked up. “You really think I’m not good for it?” he asked.

She frowned before returning to her eye liner. “You’d be surprised at the types of clients I deal with daily.”

Frank returned to his phone. “I can only imagine.” He was completely naked on the bed. His cock rested in its flaccid state, having just cum a moment earlier. This was his normal routine. Sex with a hooker in a hotel room when he was traveling on business. Tonight it was Scarlet. If it wasn’t a hooker, it’d be some random bartender or waitress he picks up. This was his life now. There was nothing about it that he was particularly proud of.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. Scarlet turned to Frank, excited. “That’s him!”

Frank nodded in the direction of the door, indicating he’d like Scarlet to get it. He returned to his phone, uninterested.

“Hey you!” she called out as she opened the door. In it, stood a tall black man wearing a full suit with no tie. “Hello, precious,” the man said in a deep voice. He took her hand and kissed it as she led him into the hotel room.

“This is Frank. Frank, this is Leon.”

“How you doin’, Frank?” Leon asked, extending his hand to shake. Frank looked up briefly, nodding in Leon’s direction, but still immersed in his phone.

“Alright then,” said Leon, unaffected by Frank’s coldness. To him, it didn’t matter. He was there for one reason. To fuck a beautiful escort and get paid to do it. “Do you have something to drink?” he asked Scarlet.

“Mmm hmm,” she said as she opened the minifridge and took out a bottle of champagne. She poured three glasses, handing one to Leon and one to Frank.

“Thank you, ma’am,” said Leon.

Frank quietly stood up from the bed and took his seat at a chair in the corner. He sipped his champagne while playing with his cock.

“Don’t mind Frank,” said Scarlet, smiling in his direction. “We just had sex. He’s still recovering.” She winked as she looked at his soft penis.

“Very funny,” Frank said. “So here’s the deal, Leon. You’re going to have sex with Scarlet. I’m gonna watch from over here. I may join in. I may not. You’ll get three hundred.”

“Fine by me, Mr. Frank,” said Leon.

“Don’t use my name anymore.”

“Sure thing.”

Frank eyed Leon from head to toe. “You’re tall,” he said.

“I told you he was tall, dark and handsome,” Scarlet said as she reached up on her tippy toes to kiss Leon.

“How big is your cock?” Frank asked, wasting no time.

“Eight and a half. Maybe nine,” Leon said with confidence.

Frank nodded. “That’s good. I’d like you to talk dirty during this. I’d like you to remind me how small I am. Poke fun at me. Tell me I’m less of a man.”

Leon was all too familiar with this dynamic. He had done it many times, mostly with married couples. A few times with escorts and customers. “Whatever you’d like,” he agreed.

“Alright, Leon. Go ahead and get started. Let’s see this thing,” Frank said as he propped his feet up on an opposite chair and sipped his champagne.

Leon smiled as he began to slowly undress. Scarlet stood by in anticipation, legs crossed, with one hand holding up her elbow. She sipped her champagne excitedly. For her outfit, she opted for her stripper outfit. A low-cut shirt with a miniskirt, leggings and a crop top. Her dark hair was half in a bun, half down.

Leon was extremely muscular and fit. Both Scarlet and Frank watched as he revealed each portion of his tightly toned body. Eventually, he stood before them in nothing but tight-fitting light gray boxer briefs. The outline of his soft cock was visibly squished across his right thigh. It looked to be enormous.

“Mmmmm,” said Scarlet as she approached him and felt his hard abs. Her fingers ran down his body to his briefs, lightly tracing the outline of his penis. “You’re so packed in there, huh?”

Leon bent over and kissed her, helping himself to handfuls of her big breasts. He then moved to her rear, squeezing her ass. Scarlet moaned softly. As Leon explored her body more and more intimately, he began to grow a sizable erection. After several minutes of heavy petting, Scarlet pulled their lips apart and looked down. She gasped. “Oh my Lord, look at this,” she said as she felt his hard cock over his boxer briefs. “You’re massive.”

Leon didn’t say anything. He turned to Frank who was playing with his own cock. “You see that?” he taunted. “Should I show her what I got?”

Frank nodded, in a trance as he watched. “Take it out,” he said.

Leon stepped back so both could see clearly. He slowly lowered his boxer briefs, revealing inch by inch of his thick cock. It seemed to go on forever as he revealed the long and sturdy shaft. Finally, it freed itself and bounced up heavily.

“Fuck,” Scarlet whispered. “That’s so hot,” she mersin escort said as she grabbed it and began to stroke. “Your cock is so big,” she said.

“You like it?” Leon asked as he lifted her face up by the chin. She smiled up at him. “I love it,” she said before looking back down at his substantial member.

Frank continued to watch. He rubbed his cock as it began to strengthen. The scene unfolding before him was one he was very accustomed to. In his experience with escorts, the addition of a bigger man into the equation was something Frank treated himself to once and again. Not to say he was incapable of pleasing Scarlet (he had moments ago,) but something about watching a woman worship and be fucked by a bigger man was always pleasing for Frank.

Scarlet sat on the edge of the bed as Leon stood in front of her. She grabbed his cock with both hands and slowly stroked it. “It’s so big and thick. God I just want to taste it.”

“Not yet,” said Frank. They each looked over to him to see he was jerking off. “Spit on it first. Stroke it. Get him really hard.”

Frank was the boss. Scarlet did as she was told and began to stroke Leon’s meaty pole. He groaned in delight. Her tiny hands struggled to cover all available territory, but the sensations still were more than enough for Leon. “Mmmm girl, you doin fine,” he said. “You keep that up.”

“You’re so fucking hard,” she said. “It’s like concrete or something,” Scarlet giggled as she looked up at Leon. He smiled down at her.

After a few minutes of a handjob, Scarlet turned to Frank. He stared deeply at them as he masturbated. Scarlet smiled sweetly. “Frank, honey? Can I please suck this cock?”

Frank said nothing, but nodded slightly, granting her permission. Without hesitation, Scarlet devoured as much as she could of the big cock. Leon’s head shot back in pleasure as he moaned. Scarlet jerked the lower portion of his long shaft with one hand while sucking the head and a few inches with fervor.

“Ohh fuck,” Leon said. “Fuck, that’s good. She’s good,” he said, turning his head. Frank was busy masturbating feverishly. He only stopped to moisten his palm with his mouth before getting right back to work.

“You can only wish you could have a cock this big,” said Leon in his first display of playing the role Frank requested. “Can only wish, little man.”

Scarlet softly squeezed Leon’s big balls as she sucked him dry. She was able to get nearly half his cock inside her mouth. “You’re doin fine, girl,” Leon said as he closed his eyes and looked up. “So fine.”

As she pulled his cock out of her mouth, she gasped for air. “Oh my God! You’re so big!” She pulled and tugged at his cock, covered in her saliva. She turned to Frank and smiled. He was stone-faced, jerking off as he watched her handle Leon. He solemnly nodded indicating it was time.

Scarlet laid back down on the bed and spread her legs. Leon looked down and licked his lips while he stroked his rock hard cock. “You ready for this baby?” he asked. Scarlet nodded. She was more than ready. “Just be gentle,” she reminded him.

Leon climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs. His cock rested on her belly, stretching across her abs. She playfully petted it, somewhat nervously trying to delay penetration.

Frank joined them on the bed. He laid next to Scarlet, clutching his cock. “Are you ready?” he asked her. “Yes!!” Scarlet squealed, half excited, but half nervous.

Frank nodded to Leon. He then resumed jerking off while Leon pressed his cockhead up against Scarlet’s bright pink snatch. He licked his fingers and rubbed it on his cock. He then gracefully pushed forward as his massive cock began to fill her up.

“Ohhhh fuck,” Scarlet said as she leaned forward and watched Leon ease himself in. “You’re so fucking huge,” she whispered. “Look at that.”

Frank watched too as he feasted on her boob. He sucked at her nipple feverishly while he watched Leon work his way into her inch by inch. He fucked her like a true gentleman, an inch in, half inch out, another inch in, another half inch out. Frank watched with both envy and admiration, often longing to know what it must feel like to have such a big penis.

In no time, Leon struck a rhythm. He was penetrating the petite Scarlet with ease now. In long and smooth strokes, he pushed his cock to depths rarely felt by the experienced escort. She was in heaven as she clutched the sheets, Frank, her legs, Leon’s arms… whatever she could get her hands on. After only five or ten minutes, she was already cumming.

“Ohhhhhh God! You’re so good! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she screamed out, unconcerned with being heard in the busy hotel.

Frank switched between watching Leon’s cock penetrate her to watching her facial reactions. He pumped away at his cock, making sure to take long breaks so as not to ejaculate too quickly. After all, he paid for this.

Leon was already breaking a sweat. His tight muscles were glistening, providing plenty of visual stimulation for Scarlet as she muğla escort watched him work. Despite his aggressive fucking, he was nowhere near finishing. For the next thirty minutes, Leon fucked her missionary, doggy, on her side, reverse cowgirl, and finally back to missionary for the finale.

Frank knelt next to Scarlet, aiming his penis at her breasts, while Leon neared orgasm between her legs. “You ready baby?” he asked. Scarlet nodded. Leon looked up at Frank who also acknowledged he too was ready.

“Ohhhhh fuck!” Leon moaned as he pulled his big cock out just in time to drop out a thick load onto Scarlet’s belly. She watched with excitement as bright white cum dripped out his cock head, forming a puddle on her stomach. While she watched him cum, she got smacked in the face with another thick load from Frank.

“Argghhhh!” Frank shouted. He was more of a shooter than Leon, easily caking Scarlet’s face, neck, and breasts with his copious seed. Both men moaned in pleasure as they spread their cum all over Scarlet who giggled sexily while watching them orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” Leon said as he stroked the last drop out. Frank too had resigned with his hands on his hips, panting while the last drop of cum dripped out his cock.

“My goodness,” Scarlet said, laughing. “You guys are like synchronized shooters!”

Leon smiled at her. “Let me get you cleaned up baby.”

Scarlet dropped her head back down on the sheets and closed her eyes. “I’m gonna need a wheelchair, guys!” she joked. Frank was already cleaning up and getting his clothes on. He reached for his phone to see there was one text message.

Cynthia.

“We need to talk when you get home.”

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Amy stared out the window of Charlie’s car. She was speechless. She didn’t know if she should cry, shout, or laugh. She was both angry, saddened, and embarrassed all at once.

How could she not have realized her boyfriend was having an affair with his stepmother? She had been around the two of them often enough. Sure, Cynthia was dropdead gorgeous and fairly young. What man wouldn’t be attracted to her? But for it to be her own stepson, and Amy’s boyfriend… well, that was another whole thing.

“You alright?” Charlie asked.

“This is just such bullshit,” she said. “He told me he loved me.”

Charlie couldn’t disagree. He felt awful for Amy. And he felt betrayed by his two best friends for keeping such a secret from him.

Amy turned to Charlie. She had tears forming in her eyes. He could see the hurt she was feeling. “We need to get back at them.”

“Get back at them?”

“Yes. Fuck them. I’m gonna tell everyone about this.”

Charlie shook his head. “No, Amy. C’mon. You can’t do that. People’s lives could get destroyed. There has to be another way.”

“Whether you’re with me or not, I’m gonna out them all.”

Charlie hesitated. There seemed to be no way to stop Amy from whatever she planned to do. He hoped she wasn’t going to do anything drastic, but feared she was on a mission now. “What if no one believes you?” he asked, desperately trying to discourage her.

“I’ll catch them. I’ll film them doing whatever it is they do and then I’ll have proof.”

Charlie shook his head. “Amy, I think they’re all done. I really do. At least she’s done with Kevin. She told Peter.”

“So I’ll catch her with Peter. Either way, I’m gonna get this woman in trouble. She ruined everything.”

Charlie sighed as he looked out the window. There was no stopping her. But he feared letting her go it alone. “I’ll help you.”

She turned to him. “You will?”

“I can’t let you get hurt. Who knows with them. And Frank too. It’s a dangerous situation I feel.”

Amy reached over and kissed Charlie on the cheek. “Why can’t all guys be as sweet as you?” she asked before kissing him again, this time, placing her hand on his thigh. She rubbed it while looking up at him smiling. “You’re the best,” she said.

Charlie tentatively nodded. He was very unsure of what he was about to do. It was not an ideal situation. He couldn’t help but feel angry about what happened, but to out them all seemed like it was going too far. Tremendous guilt occupied his conscience.

But that guilt quickly faded once he felt Amy’s hand travel further up his thigh, landing squarely on his crotch. He began to harden.

“What do we have here?” she asked cutely. “Someone saying hi to me?”

Charlie’s arousal took over. He leaned back in the car seat and spread his legs. “Sure seems that way, doesn’t it?”

Amy happily reached for his belt buckle, carefully unfastening it. Next, she unzipped his pants and spread his fly. In no time, Charlie’s hard cock was exposed and Amy wasted no time taking hold of it. “Nice,” she said to herself as she gazed at Charlie’s penis for the first time. She felt wet with her own arousal.

Amy licked her hands and went to work. She stroked his cock, smoothly glazing it up and down. His five inch shaft was just big enough for nevşehir escort one hand to do the work. Amy rested her other hand on Charlie’s hard abs to feel his breathing increase. “You have such a nice penis,” she told him. “It’s beautiful.”

Charlie’s arousal grew. Despite feeling wrong about what he agreed to do, he was now in the moment and enjoying a handjob from a very attractive girl. What could it hurt?

After several minutes, Charlie started to moan. He spread his legs further and grabbed Amy’s back with his fingertips. “You close?” she asked.

“Yes,” he nodded. “I’m gonna cum.”

His semen shot out onto his shirt. Amy quickly lifted his shirt with her free hand after the first shot so that the ensuing loads landed on his stomach. “Yessss,” she whispered quietly as his cum spread across his belly. “Shoot it out,” she said lovingly.

“Damn,” Charlie said as he came down from his orgasm. “That was unexpected.”

“It’s the least I could do,” Amy responded as she wiped the cum from her hand onto Charlie’s stomach. He pulled his shirt down before pulling his pants back up.

As Charlie drove her home, he looked over at her during a red light. She smiled sweetly and turned her head. Charlie thought she was beautiful. Seemingly devious, but strikingly attractive. He found it charming how she gave him a handjob like it was nothing. He sensed she may be starting to like him. He certainly liked her.

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It was another week before the opportunity arose. The plan was for Charlie to alert Amy once he had an indication Peter and Cynthia would be meeting again. The same applied to Kevin, but as Charlie had correctly assumed, that fling was no longer.

Charlie knew it was time when Peter abruptly left the bar they and another couple of friends were sitting at. It was immediately obvious what was happening. Peter got a text on his phone and wrote back in a hurry. He then awkwardly looked around the bar for a few moments before announcing he was leaving to help his father with something.

Once he left, Charlie worked on his own excuse. Unfortunately, he was no better at lying and decided to go with the ‘I’m tired’ approach. Luckily, his other two friends were unphased and waved him goodbye as if it was nothing.

He called Amy and, before long, they were in the car headed to the Riley household.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this!” Amy said as she excitedly squeezed Charlie’s arm. “This is so crazy!”

Charlie forced a grin. “Yeah,” he said tentatively. “You sure you wanna do this? There’s no going back,” he warned.

“Let’s nail them,” she said. “I want to get back at her. I need to get back at her.” Amy had a certain evilness to her, but mixed with a bubbly sweetness. Charlie didn’t know what he thought of her. One thing was for certain though, he wanted to fuck the living daylights out of her when this was all over.

The house was mostly dark except for the kitchen lights. They parked down the street and decided to sneak around the back patio, near the pool. From there, they could get a decent view into the house without getting caught.

“They’re in the kitchen!” Amy said.

“Shhh!” Charlie quickly fired back. “We need to be quiet. Here, follow me.”

Charlie led Amy to a spot in the backyard where they could each stand on a storage container. Above, there was a window where they could see almost all of the kitchen. Charlie and Kevin used to use the window to make sure the coast was clear before they lit up joints as kids in the backyard. Tonight, it was serving a much different purpose.

“Holy shit,” Amy whispered as they peered into the house. What they saw inside shocked them both. Right there, standing in the kitchen was a completely naked Peter. He leaned against the counter top chatting with Cynthia. He held a glass of wine in his hand. He was telling a story in a very animated way. So much so that he was waving his hands a lot.

“Oh my gosh,” Amy said as she stared. Charlie knew exactly what she was looking at. Peter’s soft penis was on full display, dangling well past his large testicles, swaying back and forth as Peter told his story. It was surely a sight to be seen.

“Is he kidding?” Amy asked, turning to Charlie for the first time.

“No… he’s blessed,” Charlie agreed. Even he was impressed having seen Peter for the third time.

“It’s like a third arm!” Amy called out, a bit louder this time. Charlie responded with another shoosh. The last thing he needed now was to get caught before they even did what they needed to do.

Suddenly, Cynthia appeared in view. She too was naked. She stood in front of Peter, blocking their view of him. Her ass, firm and round, faced the two as they peered into the window. As she stood on her tippy toes to kiss Peter, she lightly grazed her ass with her hand.

“Holy shit,” said Charlie. Amy giggled. It was his turn to marvel at something.

“I have to admit. She keeps things together for being forty.”

“Thirty-nine,” Charlie corrected her.

Cynthia then put her hands in front of her. She started kissing Peter’s chest. Peter put his wine glass down and looked towards their crotch area. Cynthia was using both hands to pleasure him. He then turned his head up and closed his eyes, clearly experiencing great pleasure.

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Ever since they moved into the new neighborhood – Shanti was the cynosure of all eyes – Male eyes. They were in the Bank Office quarters and their immediate neighbor in house # C-3/2 was Mr. Riaz Durrani, the Sr Manager for Personnel and Admin at the Zonal Office and was directly responsible for all the folks working in the Bank.

Riaz was a very important man in the Bank and Shanti’s husband Sridhar was working as Shift Supervisor, waiting for his promotion since a long time. In fact it was because of Riaz that Sridhar was asked to forego his Housing allowance completely – if he did not shift into the colony. This was cruel on the young man, who was staying in their own house – and did not have to pay any rent but this rule was energetically imposed upon him by Riaz, Sridhar pleaded but in vain. Riaz was looking for a roll in the hay with the sexy voluptuous and famously slutty wife Shanti – who had captivated many and was reason for Riaz losing lot of money to the Whores around who gave him periodical release but were not replaceable by the damsel who had a reputation of being a fantastic partner in bed – Riaz was not going to lose the earliest opportunity in grabbing the slut and this was just the beginning and Sridhar- who was no less a partner in making his wife a whore – knew the intentions and in this case – had little or no say – and was sure Riaz would fuck Shanti and even maybe make her his permanent concubine maybe right in front of his own eyes – he may fuck her, he was known to have done that with some other wives and their cuckold husbands.

As soon as they moved to the Colony, the daily tidings became difficult and money started to become an issue and Sridhar requested Riaz for help since the monthly salary was not helping and Shanti offered to work so that there is a helping hand but it was also obvious that she had little in her to do other than the sexy body – Sridhar was not willing to let her try for a job though Riaz offered a job to her at the Bank based on her qualifications – temporary to start with and maybe after a few months it could be converted to permanent.

Riaz finally got her to work and Sridhar for now was just trying to see how they could manage to make up for the loss of the Rs 6500 which was being deducted as rent towards staying in the Colony which was going to be Rs.11,000 had they stayed on at their own place. Riaz told Sridhar – he could blink an eye on that and let it pass provided some concessions were made by Sridhar – which was not difficult to understand but slightly tough and complicated to implement – provide the sanctum sanctorum of sex bed with Shanti naked on it and Riaz drilling her – moist armpits pussy asshole and of course boobs and lips. Shanti was sex goddess and was ultimate desire of a man’s virile hunger.

On the other hand till her appointment came through on a daily basis, Shanti would do her daily chores right from drying clothes, nursing the small courtyard along with decorating the front walk area delicately with chalk powder.

She would generally wear simple cotton sarees with a big bindi on her forehead, her nose ring would be sensuous on her face and any sweat – the nose ring would just accentuate its appearance as a bead on her countenance. She always wore a bra and a panty- bra contrasting the colour of the blouse – just to encourage all onlookers to get a brief of her inner wear and sexual overtures. She was aware of her near to immediate calisthenics with Riaz to occur and was looking forward to the dalliance with the circumcised dick sooner – and faster – she was sure to take him in all her holes including the cleavage armpits and the two holes between her legs.

This attire was responsible for the fuck she received from her lovers till date and including the latest with the brother of her father in law at Villupuram many times over after the first night fuck which Sridhar’s best friends gave her right next to their friend – her useless cuckold husband.

It seemed like ages back that she had fucked so many including Ratan, Kamesh, Dinesh, her nephews and of course Shivu – now she rarely saw most of them, especially Ratan – who had virtually vanished from her life. These were and many other men in her life post that and in one of those interludes – she learnt the art of taking the prick in her anus.

There was no doubt in any onlooker that she was a hooker, her long, graceful neck led to full breasts, superbly shaped, like ripe mangoes, succulent and shapely with long nipples in dainty bright aureoles, her belly was firm and flat and her hips flared to softly delectable buttocks that closed around a particularly dainty, puckered anus in which she especially enjoyed entertaining a thick, hard penis. Her arms and legs were smooth, slender, nicely turned, and her hands and feet were shapely and elegant.

Her beauty was complemented by her enthusiasm and aptitude for sex. Ordinarily, no man could pass her by without a second glance. She was every man’s sense of sexual paradise, in her in bed, she was irresistible. There was magic kütahya escort in her tongue, in her teeth, in her incredible fingers, between her legs. Once aroused – which was often and easily – she could hold her lover for hours together. As days went by – the torment was becoming difficult to bear and Sridhar – was unable to express it openly to Shanti but finally he came to the topic one day and blurted out to Shanti – “I am not able to hide it – but the fact is that Riaz is doing all this because I have a beautiful wife and he wants to fuck you properly. He does this to all employees who have anything better than he has, and all have accepted it without whimper. You know it well – we are facing difficulty. I cannot think of quitting this job – because – will not get another so easily. You have fucked many men and we know you are no chaste pussy – need you to take interest in him and give him the screw of his life – so that we can come out of this issue”

Shanti looked into his eyes – and told him, “You do not worry. I know how to handle such rogues. You will see results in 15 days. He will not look at another woman once he fucks me”

“You will sleep with him, no please?” the lecher of a cuckold husband was worried.

“I will do the right thing – but will let you know if I do any of this. I am sure you will not have issues if I do end up sleeping with him and what will you do anyway even if I sleep with him – with your dysfunctional prick which performs where only you know?” she quipped.

“Uhmm, I cannot say – am not very worried but don’t sleep with him if for me only– sleep with him if you like him – that will make things easy and less complicated, I want to see him telling all that you were enjoying him.” Sridhar was sly and very smart and did not mince in what he wanted from his wife – who was more of a slut than anything else for him.

The next morning – she was in the backyard this time – supervising the Cleaning when the neighbor woman arrived with the clothes and utensils and there Shanti noticed Riaz who appeared on their side of the wooden fence and started to peer at both the women, the neighboring woman – and it seemed for a while – he wanted to talk to her.

It was not to be – and after sometime – went away. ” He is a creep, will look at all the women in the Colony and make passes at you – I am scared to go anywhere near when he is around or near his home when he is there- heard he will invariably pinch your buttocks or put his hands around your naked waist if you are wearing a saree. But – is a wonderful …” and the woman did not compete the sentence.

Shanti was inquisitive – “What is it?”

“No, Shanti, No nothing to tell – There is nothing Wonderful. “Scared was her response.

After a while – the neighboring woman crept slowly across the fence and vanished into Riaz’s house without informing Shanti – which the lovely lass noticed. She crossed the fence and peeped through the window – and the sight was too much for Shanti – The woman had slipped her long, slender fingers under the lapels of his robe and pulled it wide open, tugging open the knot, slipping the robe off his massive shoulders. Her bare feet climbed his and now she tingled in pleasure as she felt the enormous size and weight of his penis against her belly. Her magical fingers glided over the magnificent contours of his torso at last, she tilted her face up to his, her lips fluttering open.

His eyes held hers for a long moment and the fires of her lust danced in her eyes. Her nostrils were slightly flared and her breath was warm and sweet on his face. She slid her arms up and around his neck and arched her head, rising on her toes and he bent his head to hers. His lips met hers and she stiffened at the first, electric touch of his lips and then his tongue slid past her lips and met hers in flickering reply.

She sucked on his tongue, on his lips, met his kiss in measure. His hands were on the nape of her neck, caressing, sliding up and down her slender frame, cupping her breasts. He slid the *pallu* of her *sari* off her shoulder, unravelling it expertly. It rustled to her feet and he tugged at the draw-cord of her petticoat, letting that, too, and drop.

She was naked beneath that, her cunt fuzz neatly trimmed in anticipation. One by one, he flicked open the buttons of her blouse and she wriggled out of it, finally naked in his arms, his for the asking, for the taking, to be had and possessed and enjoyed at will. She murmured softly, her eyes closed arms taut about his shoulders as he tongued her ear and sucked and nibbled on her earlobe. Her nipples stiffened against his chest and she moaned softly when his big, strong hands cupped her breasts with infinite tenderness.

Her aureoles puckered and her nipples grew longer and stiffer in his fingers, her body going hot. “Have you told Shanti the woman talking to you about me – I can see her looking at both of us? “, he lovingly enquired of the woman.

The woman looked at the Window and her eyes froze – Shanti was manisa escort not able to stand it any more and ran back to her house. She was in a fire and had to quench her desire for the place which the woman was having – and the only way – possible was a cold water bath.

Shanti returned to her compound and wiped her face with the saree end and waited for a while – to compose her and instead of getting back into her house – determined sneaked back into the action as a Voyeur. She knew the door at the back must be open other wise how would have the woman Radha gone inside? She was right and the door was open and slightly ajar- she entered stealthily and stood a door of the action – the master bedroom. The door was not closed – there was a curtain which covered half the door and gave her ample chance to sneak inside. Her sexual pressure was on a serious high – it was nearly 6 weeks since she had fucked a man after the last time with her cousin father in law.

They had deliberately distanced themselves from him – since he had started to get demanding with her – especially when it came to satisfying the lust of his friends, Shivu wanted Shanti to fuck his friends and she was looking forward to it but the price was not right and she was not in a mood to dole out ‘free lunches’.

Radha was on her back – and the saree was in a rumpled state. Her mangalsutra was on her bosom, and the hooks on the blouse were slowly getting pealed off – and right in front of her – the man took blouse off Radha’s bosom and was salivating at her boobs,” Uhh – you come just once a week and that is not enough. I need you more – you whore. “and he started knead the mammary through her blouse – she was wearing a black bra – the blouse was a white one and the saree was a yellow color – typically color code of a woman in South India. Slowly the saliva dripped from his mouth and started to fall on her bra and in no time the nipples started to jut out – and his fore finger and thumb was on the one belonging to the left boob – and through the bra – she was trembling and he was a man who knew how to take care of women sexually.

Shanti saw his hands as they moved sensuously up over Radha’s stomach to her full, involuntarily throbbing breasts. Slowly but surely he removed the irritating cloth of a bra and threw it towards the door and it landed just in front of Shanti, he started to pinch the brown little buds of her nipples to painful erection, sending shivers of wanted pleasure all through Radha’s nerves, betraying her mind and conscience like pin pricks of wonderful sensuality. It was the result of her fear, Shanti thought, grasping desperately for an explanation of the desire rising in her own body; it was the emotional shock of being there and watching all this copulation.

“Ooooohhhh,” she moaned, her dark dishelmed hair shimmering in the bright illumination of the golden sunlight through the courtyard’s window.

She noticed how well Riaz sucked with his lips, drawing the soft warm folds of Radha’s vaginal opening deep into the hot cavern of his mouth, his tongue continuing its maddening licking against the straining pink nodule of her sex. Radha groaned huskily from deep in her throat as the hot busy tip worked its way up and down the length of the narrow wet crevice, starting at the top and pressuring its way down, down over the elastic portal of flesh surrounding her vagina and lower into the valley of her now rhythmically flexing buttocks where it paused momentarily to pay a wet probing homage to the tight brown ring of sensitive rubbery skin circling her throbbing little asshole.

“Yesssss, oooooh yeeeeesssss,” Radha gasped now shamelessly encouraging him as her dark colored curved hips ground down hard into the bed, her whole lower body writhing out of control as whining little animal sounds of rising desire escaped pitifully from between her tightly clenched teeth.

Riaz labored like a madman between his young captive woman’s widely gaping thighs, feeling the soft wet pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against the cheeks of his face.

He felt a sense of tremendous power he had never imagined possible, not even in his wildest fantasies. He actually had this woman as a virginal young beauty squirming under his merciless tongue 2 years ago, loving it, begging for it, groaning louder each time he drove the tip of his oral member deeper into the steaming hot crevice of her vagina … She had just come as a newly married bride and the husband had to part with her as a ‘gift’ for his promotion and other incentives in the company. And today the power of his cock in her pussy was in anticipation of the exciting and most desirable cunt and ass belonging to the new whore in the block – Shanti Sridhar.

And now 2 years from then, he still loved fucking her, her sister was the one whom he used to screw but after Radha arrived – the elder sister lost her job both in the house as a housewife and in his bed, shit, this was even better than he had expected and now he wanted to hear her beg for more, to plead mardin escort for more of the debasement that would undermine her very soul and enslave her completely. Not even the powerful aphrodisiac had fired up the other girls he had seduced to this pitch of excitement, he thought, relishing the fact that the lovely sexy housewife Shanti had no way of knowing that this was only the beginning for her.

She will be the next in the line and unknown to both Radha and Shanti – Riaz knew that the housewife who was a real slut was in the house.

The P&A Manager realized that she was too far gone to resist anything he might plan for her and in his mind he began to luxuriate in the expectations of all the “Parties” and “gang fucks” he would arrange for his business associates, once this lovely Shanti was entrapped and he was going to use Radha – the woman for that.. Shanti wsa going to be naked in all his future plans – and all moist areas offered to his clients for a price – she was an escort material and he would enjoy her completely in all possible ways and methods.

Riaz chuckled obscenely as he felt Radha’s slender fingers clawing at his thick hair, trying to grasp his head in a desperately driven effort to guide his male face to the palpitating opening of her naked cunt. He ran his tongue out farther into the soft-rimmed flesh, flicking and swirling it for a moment in the moistness, and then quickly withdrawing it to tease again around the ragged, pinkly throbbing pussy lips. She responded by screwing her loins higher, searching and her hands locked her up thrust groin. He allowed her to force him this time and locked his mouth vice-like over the tight little hole between her now hungrily squirming buttocks.

As his mouth rounded out in a large “O” shape and his lips covered the clasping viscous opening, Riaz thrust his tongue further in, bringing a low guttural moan from the beautiful girl whose soft warm thighs closed convulsively around both sides of his bobbing head. He could feel the wet young cuntal flesh slip moistly around his long extended tongue as the walls of the young woman’s lewdly violated vagina opened and closed spasmodically in a tiny, thirsty sucking motion, trying to pull the maddening scarlet lance deeper and deeper into it.

It felt as though the hungry nibbling pussy would pull out his tongue by the roots and devour it alive. Her hands were grasped tightly behind his head to pull him harder against the tiny hard clitoris above, his nose eagerly breathing in the pungent odor of her freely flowing lust juices. The musky aroma of her female arousal incited his cock to a hardness that he could hardly control … Oh Lord, he was nearing the brink of insanity himself and was afraid that his balls would suddenly erupt to splatter his impatient cum all over his expensive, tailor-made trousers! And tight there at the door of the action, Shanti’s entire being was adrift in the fiery tide of the moment.

Every single muscle in her sensual body was tensed to the snapping point as she watched Radha strain her naked vaginal plane upward toward the thrilling wet probe between her trembling thighs. Oh God, Shanti thought, it was more ecstatically exciting than anything she had ever felt or believed could be! She had never realized that sex could be like this watching Radha’s up drawn legs squeezed open and shut around the tormenting head fastened hard on her flame-seared hole, milking all she could of the pleasure it gave her.

“Aaaaahhhhh,” Radha groaned and the cords of her slender neck flexing as she writhed. The slut Woman splayed her legs even wider to grant him full access to her delicious young loins as she frantically darted both of her hands to his ears, tugging forward on them until he thought she would virtually rip them off and now, confident that with this level of display Shanti would completely surrender in an enraptured state to him in the next round of this sexual act – to be enacted in her house the next day, which will be a surprise pack for her, Riaz suddenly forced his head from the clutching grip of Radha’s hands and stood up beside the bed.

Radha blinked dizzily at him, totally and agonizingly aware that she had lost his leasure- giving mouth. Sub -consciously, she squirmed and her desperately wanting loins went up in an arch in the air as if someone would magically appear to drench the raw, animal fires that were raging out of control within her hungry loins when Shanti, suddenly realized that her husband’s boss was stripping off his clothes, dropping them piece by piece onto the floor at his feet and in less than a minute later, he was standing over Radha, completely naked, his thick pulsing penis jutting out likes a gleaming brown tree trunk from between his hairy legs.

Shanti stared openly at the heavily-veined shaft of flesh rising with the ominous aspect of a huge pole from beneath Riaz’s slightly paunchy belly. Her senses were now so riled that she could barely focus her eyes. The throbbing organ seemed to be at least twice as large as her father’s in law, its broad head huge and spreading out even more as she watched. She cringed inwardly, thinking that no woman could possibly take something that monstrous and hard up inside her body … She would be split asunder, torn, forever ruined and of no use to any man again, whether husband or lover.

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I don’t really have any good reason for doing it. There is no material gain. I am not being paid to do it and other than you reading this, no one knows I am. It was a throwaway comment by Hanna and I ran with it. I have just finished my period which gives me the longest time before my next one. For no reason at all, 24 hours a day, seven days a week for the next three weeks I am not going to wear any underwear. No bra or panties at any time or for any reason. It is summer, so the weather is warm enough and instead of shorts my clothing will be either a dress or a skirt and a top. Nothing else. So for the next three weeks, the most items of clothing I will have on will be three, including shoes counting as one item. As an extra, I am not going to wear anything in bed either. This is not a great leap as I have tended to sleep naked anyway. At home though I do usually throw some panties on as a safety blanket.

It is surprising how quickly you get used to not wearing any. For the first couple of hours, it feels weird and very exposed. The feeling of cool air up your skirt with no barrier of underwear feels very strange. That only lasts for for the first hour or so though, you soon get used to it and forget about it. You are still very aware that a single slip or clumsy movement and you are potentially flashing way more than anyone bargained for, but the odd sensation of having no underwear on fades. After the third day or so it doesn’t feel weird at all and after the first full week, it begins to feel normal when you get dressed in the morning forgoing your underwear.

University, work and home, all no underwear. The only place I was really aware of it was when I went to the gym. Gym leggings are very tightly fitted and at the best of times don’t leave a lot to the imagination. I am probably just too aware of it, but to me, it looked very obvious that I was not wearing any panties. No one really stared though and no one commented on it. Either openly or just by me overhearing any comments.

I was going to say that I had forgotten that I was doing it, but that is not true. No matter how normal it feels there is still no forgetting that you are totally naked underneath that dress. It was such a buzz to know I was that close to naked in public. One item. A single item between me and total exposure in a public place. It was a constant excitement. A permanent tingle as I went about my daily routines wearing as little as was socially allowed.

I was in bed at home casually playing with myself. There was no urgency to achieve an orgasm, and in fact, that was unlikely as I wasn’t really in the mood to climax. That being said though it felt awesome and my casual stroking had evolved into full penetration using my index finger. It was just relaxing, it was nice. Andy thinks I am odd that I play with myself to just relax. Every time he does it it ends in a fountain of semen and a clean-up job. I can just tease myself and enjoy the moment for a long time. I can then just stop and not feel cheated that I haven’t reached climax. I wonder if it has evolved from the need to be silent when living at home. I can do this forever and not make a sound. Even my breathing is perfectly controlled and normal. If I chased orgasm it wouldn’t be totally silent. An involuntary move or spasm as I lost control of myself would possibly make a noise that would give me away. I was underneath the duvet and to a casual observer there would be very little to see. My fingers barely moved, I knew what I liked and I didn’t need big movements.

“Ya decent?” Mum asked as she tapped lightly on my door.

“Yeah, come in,” I replied as I finished the stroke I was on and slipped my finger out of myself just as the door opened and Mum came in.

“Morning.” she said cheerily, “Just getting your washing. Any plans for today?”

“Bar later with Andy and a few friends,” I replied, “You?”

If you think about it, it is fairly strange. Underneath the duvet, I was naked and wet. Very wet. Less than 10 seconds earlier I had been third knuckle deep inside myself and now I was having a regular conversation with my Mum as my brain and pussy were like “Err… that was fun, why have you stopped?”

“No, no plans,” she said as she swept up my laundry. She paused and looked a bit confused and I realised why. For the first few days, I had been dropping unworn panties onto the floor to give the illusion that I had worn them as normal. It had been four days since the last laundry collection and underwear-wise, there was none to see. I looked at her and wondered if she was going to comment or not. It was none of her business if I did, or didn’t, wear any underwear. No bra is normal for me, but I usually wear panties. She did another visual check to confirm that she hadn’t just missed them and I just smiled at her and shrugged. She smiled back and glanced up and down at me underneath the duvet. “No underwear?” she quizzed.

I just shook my head and bit my lip in a mix of nerves and playfulness kuşadası escort I had no reason to not be wearing any other than a sexual turn-on. If she quizzed me on it I would have to admit I was doing it for the sole reason of why the hell not. Of course, it was none of her business, but we were super close and didn’t have many secrets from each other. She shrugged nonchalantly. “Any reason?”

“Why not?” I replied matching the casual tone of her question.

“Youth,” she said with a soft giggle and shook her head. “Feels ace doesn’t it?” she said.

“Yeah,” I replied, “Do you?”

“Oh God yeah,” she replied as she also collected my empty glass off my bedside table. “It is so sexy, I bet Andy loves it.”

“We will see later,” I replied. It was an admission that just proves how close we are. I just admitted in front of my Mum that at least one of the reasons for doing it was to wind him up and ultimately get fucked by him. That was a given, he was a guy and I was a girl in a stable relationship. In his company, I spend an inordinate amount of our leisure time on my back, or on my hands and knees.

“Do you want any lunch?” she asked changing the subject as though we had been discussing the weather.

“What are you making?”

“What do you want?”

“Cheese toasty?”

“Sounds good. Ready now?” she asked.

“Five minutes?” I replied. She left my room, I kicked the duvet off and went for a quick body shower. I knew that Graham was out, and Mum and Dad were downstairs so I went to the bathroom naked. I came back wrapped in just a towel and got dressed in a summer dress and nothing else.

Lunch was nice and although I was offered dinner, Andy had said he would buy me dinner out. I got ready. I was wearing a black dress that barely covered my ass and a pair of black stilettos. That was it. It was warm enough to not require a jacket or cardigan so what you see is what you get. I did hesitate for a while at the dress as it is painfully short. It is short enough to not allow shorts to be worn underneath it as you would see the legs of the shorts. The only modesty-saving design was the fact it was more or less skin-tight and didn’t really allow clumsy movements to betray dignity. Not to say such an incident was impossible, far from it, it was very short and a dress at the end of the day. If I sit down and don’t keep my legs locked together anyone looking is seeing my pussy. It is not long enough to create any sort of meaningful shadow, if anyone gets an up-skirt they will be saying hello to my kitty.

The bar will be quiet though so we will get a table. We usually get one of the booth tables so once I am sat down I won’t need to move and if I sit at the back unless someone crawls on their hands and knees underneath the table no one is seeing anything. If anyone has the balls to crawl under a table purely for the reason of perving then they have earned a peek at my privates on audacity alone. Of course, all of this risk and anxiety could be entirely negated by just wearing some panties. Or wearing a dress that is longer than a belt, but where is the fun in that? The risk is exciting and that is the point. It has been a few days since I have seen Andy and as soon as we are back in the privacy of his flat I fully intend to rip his clothes off and leap on him. We are tied into the meal as there are a few of us going, but he will be very aware of my lack of underwear and my state of horniness. Not because he knows me so well he will be able to work it out for himself, but purely because with a sweet innocent smile and puppy dog eyes, I will politely inform him I am not wearing any underwear and that I would love for him to smash me through the nearest mattress at the earliest opportunity.

“Off out,” I said as I went into the living room and picked up my previously negotiated loan of $50 off the table. “Where is Dad?” I asked as it was just Mum in the room.

“We are out of wine,” Mum replied as she silently appraised my outfit. Or lack of outfit.

“Ooo rookie error,” I said as I helped myself to a few peanuts that were in a bowl on the table.

“I know,” Mum said as I walked towards the door, “You don’t have any underwear on under that?” Mum asked. I could tell by her tone that it was a question and not a statement of fact so the dress had not betrayed me already. I could also tell that she was not disapproving of my attire, there was almost a hint of being impressed at my dedication to being a slut for the night.

I didn’t reply. I didn’t need to. I just looked over my shoulder and gave her a large grin. She shook her head and giggled. “Have fun,” she said.

“You too,” I said, “Staying out.”

“I guessed,” Mum replied and I went out of the front door.

I checked my bag as I got to the bus stop and I had forgotten my key. I texted Mum to let her know and check if someone would be in tomorrow, they would be, so that saved me from missing the bus to go and get kocaeli escort a key. I got on the bus and flashed my student bus pass. The driver didn’t look at the pass, he was staring passed me, using the reflection of the window behind me to perv at my ass. “K,” he said as he waved me onto the bus.

Is it bad to like the attention? It probably is, isn’t it? I know I won’t have this body and youth forever so I had may as well enjoy it while I have it. Age and gravity will catch up with me eventually. The bus was quiet, but I opted for a window seat just behind the driver. I could sit with my legs pointing towards the window to avoid any oops moments. It was only a few stops that I was going, and I could have walked it, but not in these heels and although I like the attention some people are dicks and I don’t want to make myself a target. How shit is that? Changing my evening decisions because of a 1 in a million chance of a dick being about.

No one else got on the bus and when I stood up to get off I may have been a little more lax than I could have been making sure my dress had not ridden up. There was not a lot of leeway anyway, but even so, as I got off the bus he would have seen my ass. He would have assumed I was wearing a thong, but even so, cheeky. I thanked him and went into the bar. No one was there yet so I claimed our table and selected the best seat at the back of the booth. People started to arrive. Hanna sat next to me, but when Andy arrived she surrendered her seat so he could sit next to me. “Hi,” I said chirpily and gave him a long kiss on the lips. “You okay?” I asked.

“Uh hu,” he said appraising my outfit, “Sorry I am late.”

“No worries, I have vodka,” I said with a shrug as I showed him my partially drunk drink which I had actually put on the bar tab as when I tried to hand my fifty over the barman just shook his head.

Everyone else arrived and we ordered food. There were ten of us and we all knew each other fairly well. It was a hybrid mix of school friends and partners who had joined the friend circle over the years. Only myself and Andy were an actual couple. A couple of the others had been fuck buddies, but none of them were in an actual relationship and as far as I knew none of them were currently sexual. I leaned into Andy and rested my head on his shoulder. It was just physical contact and a girl thing, but he knows what that means and he gave me a light kiss on the top of the head. I would return the favour later, but a different head would be involved. I nipped at his neck with my teeth and actually caused him to flinch and pull away, but he soon came back. He also knew what that meant as well. I was well up for it. He smiled at me and we had a quick kiss again. No disgraceful public displays of affection or anything like that, but it was slightly longer than a peck. I glanced around the table and everyone was involved in their own conversations. I nibbled his ear and softly whispered. “I’m not wearing any underwear… and I am so fucking wet.”

He didn’t reply, but he did look at me. His hand dropped to my thigh and edged up my skirt. I relaxed my legs for him and he slid his fingers up between my legs and confirmed both of my claims. He grinned at me and actually checked the time on his watch. Yeah, half 7, waaaay too early mate, unlucky.

I kept my legs locked together, but I didn’t cross them again. No one could see and I was very much enjoying the occasional sneaky stroke that he was administering. I am not sure if he was a terrible shot or was not aware that I would have had no complaints had he rubbed my clit or even penetrated me, but he didn’t and I didn’t prompt him. That was maybe a little bit too keen and forward.

I was mainly watching Hanna and Chris. They had been sitting next to each other all night and had been getting closer. What had started off as a group conversation had slowly turned into just those two. They were still at the table, but they had closed off the rest of the group by body positioning. Laughing, joking, playful pushes and touches were aplenty. It took them until half 9, but they kissed. I just smiled. She was obviously awesome and Chris was nice. I approved. Of course in a group of mates kissing one of them attracted the usual goading and cheering. They finished the kiss, Hanna blushed adorably and Chris just flicked the ‘V’s at the group and then went to the bar. A few of us held up our glasses and they were replaced with full ones as was the custom. It wasn’t a strict round of drinks system, but it did work out fairly over the evening. None of us took advantage and if we hadn’t bought a drink we would get the next round.

Except for me tonight, Andy was getting mine. Even though I protested and said that I had money he wouldn’t let me. I was pacing myself as was Andy. He has made the ‘too pissed to perform’ mistake before and I politely advised him how annoying that had been for me. It was delivered in a friendly and very amusing konya escort fashion, but I meant it. You try being promised sex for six hours then furiously whacking, sucking and silently pleading with an unresponsive cock for ten minutes only to be rewarded with snoring. Fuming. Absolutely fuming. Out of principle, I went to sleep frustrated and pissed off, I could have played with myself, but fuck that for a game of soldiers. He can owe me.

When Chris came back and sat down Hanna looked at me and I just nodded my head. Restroom gossip time. We went into the restroom and I gave my consent for Chris. Not that she needed it, but still, he was cute and she was cute, they should 100% be cute together. Charlotte was with us as well and was agreeing as well. It also dawned on me how outnumbered we were as a sex, Three girls and seven guys. We touched up our make-up and generally freshened up. “Are you going back to Andy’s?” Hanna asked to which I just nodded enthusiastically. “Can we jump in with you?” she asked as she referred to the taxi.

“We?” I quizzed sticking my tongue out knowingly.

“Awww… Hanna and Chris, up a tree, K I S S I N G,” Charlotte said as she sang the childish song.

“Hanna and Chris, in a bed, F U C K I N G,” I corrected with a giggle.

“So crude,” Hanna protested with false indignation.

“Tell me I am wrong?”

“You are wrong,” Hanna said confidently, “The bed is upstairs… we may not get that far.”

“Yeah, you can jump in with us,” I said while giggling.

“Cute dress, by the way,” Hanna said.

“Ta,” I said as I dabbed my lips together to finish off my lipstick. I glanced around the restroom to make sure no one else had come in. “No underwear either… Andy is sooooooooooo gonna get it.”

Both of their eyes deflected to the hem of my dress that was well up my thighs at the front and just about below my ass from behind. “Fucking awesomely super cute dress in that case,” Hanna said. “We can get our own taxi.”

“Don’t be daft,” I said, “I have standards, we aren’t going to fuck in the taxi.”

“You do not have standards you horny slut,” Hanna said flatly.

“Well no, true,” I conceded, “But we are not going to fuck in the taxi.”

We went back to the table and I wriggled back next to Andy while preserving my modesty. We ordered some desserts and asked for the check. It was divided by ten as was the custom and was paid with a combination of cash and credit cards. Andy paid my tenth of the check as promised. I bet the bar hated us with the multiple transactions for one table, but we were regular and probably spent a decent amount in there over the course of a month.

The bell for last orders was rung and finally, I managed to hand over my $50 to Steve who was going to the bar. He returned with a collection of drinks and I even got some change which surprised me. Is that a standard worldwide rule? If you send someone else to the bar then they get to keep the change? Either way, it was a rule over here, but I got the change anyway. It wasn’t much and I just left it on the table as it would cover the tip. We finished off and Hanna and Chris had another kiss. This time with feeling. That was the ‘let’s test for tingles, if we get tingles then let’s share a bed,’ kiss. When you know someone really well before you explore intimacy it sometimes feels a bit weird. Seemingly not though, they stayed sat together. I felt my phone vibrate in my bag and left it, everyone interesting who could possibly be messaging me was here. I glanced at Hanna who was just staring at me with wide eyes and looking at my bag.

I took my phone out and read the message. Which was one simple word in capitals with ample punctuation. CONDOM(S)?!?!?!?

I smiled and shook my head. I didn’t. Genuinely. I did at my house and at Andy’s, but we didn’t use them so I didn’t carry “just in case ones” any more with me. Andy did though. To explain that reasoning, we had decided to go back to one of his mate’s houses one time and I refused to have sex without one as it felt rude letting him cum all over the spare bed. I would like to think the sheets were washed after each use, but either way, still rude. He didn’t have any, and so now he always makes sure that he has some. I reached into his jeans pocket and wriggled his wallet out after much struggle. He let me and didn’t even question what I was doing. He looked very puzzled when I took out three condoms and looked at me. I just subtly nodded at Hanna and he smiled and nodded his head. Then not subtly grinned at her. She blushed. I tucked them into my phone case so I could keep them to hand without obviously walking out of the bar with a three-pack of condoms.

We got up and I gave her a hug pressing them into her hand as I did so. “Lifesaver,” she whispered.

“Has he not?” I whispered.

“Probably, but best safe than sorry,” she replied.

We dropped them off first as they were closest and Chris left enough for all of the taxi. We went back to Andy’s and before the front door was even closed I was naked as my dress got ripped off and thrown down the hallway. We stumbled backwards as we kissed and I dragged at his shirt and pulled at his jeans. “Why no panties?” he asked as I wrestled with his jeans, “Not that I am complaining.”

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Girls and their relationships…

As the last months of high school began to tick by, day after day, I watched from afar at just how quickly high school relationships could deteriorate. Those of the five girls as well as others from our year level. Quite conveniently, they seemed to often happen right around the time of a party, allowing the individuals to let loose.

Why am I speaking about this?

I’ll explain by setting the scene… a Saturday Night house party was kicking off in Ridgeville tonight. It was a rich suburb, next to Hollingsworth, where Declan Walker’s family lived.

We were in Ridgeville for Bella’s 19th birthday party, Rose’s biggest rival and the girl that got me off in the back of Tanner’s truck last year when I was beyond drunk. Despite the fact that our groups didn’t mix, Bella had invited the entire year level, having the ability to fit everyone inside her massive property.

The jocks, the nerds, the emos, the popular girls, the unpopular girls, even Tim Whalthauser got an invite, an odd German exchanged student who barely spoke a word of English.

Despite some protests from the girls, we all decided to do the right thing and attend. All in all, it comes down to peer pressure when the entire school is in attendance. As much as the girls, particularly Rose, held a grudge… they all had serious FOMO when it came to parties. The Saturday Night Five just could not miss a Saturday night party.

“Holy mackerel,” Milly mouthed as she saw waiters moving around the property with drink trays, “Why weren’t we born into money?”

Rose groaned, not wanting to admit that her high-school rival had an amazing house.

One of the waiters in a full butler outfit walked over to the group, offering drinks.

“You know what, I will take two of these if you don’t mind,” Milly said, double parking herself on two glasses of expensive wine.

“Go easy girl,” Annie commented as she pulled a glass off the tray herself.

“Oh don’t be a downer…” the blonde muttered back as she walked off from the group.

Speaking about high school relationships falling apart… recent developments had seen Milly break up with her new boyfriend, less than a month in. The reasons for their break up was unbeknownst to me, I thought things had been going smoothly between them.

We watched as she swayed her hips as she left us to go and chat with a couple of guys. We’d only been here for two minutes but I couldn’t stop staring at Milly in what was a super tight pink dress. Her tits were of course spectacular, peeking out from the top of the pink material at the front but so was that backside.

“I don’t care what she says, someone needs to look out for her tonight. Otherwise she’s going to get super drunk and make a scene,” Annie whispered to the rest of us.

Rose put her hand up, “Shotgun first shift then, whatever keeps me out of the way of Bella.”

With us taking turns in shifts to keep an eye on Milly, the night was already starting off on an interesting note. It was also quite surreal to have almost everyone from school in the one home. One person that I knew who would be more than a little excited for an invitation to a cool party was Michael.

It didn’t sit well with me about the way I had blocked him out of my life, just to make things work between me and the Saturday Night Five. It certainly was a bridge I was looking to mend as soon as I could.

When I finally saw him out in the backyard, walking back towards the house, I figured I should do the right thing and say hello.

“Michael, Good to see you here!” I said as cheerfully as I could.

He half smiled, a red cup full of beer in his hand, “Well it’s nice to be invited somewhere for a change.”

Michael took a swig of his red cup, looking more awkward about having this conversation than I was. He had the type of look on his face as if he was embarrassed to be around me. The same type of look I had around him when I first started hanging out with the Saturday Night Five crew.

As we briefly chatted, behind Michael appeared the birthday girl herself, Bella. She made this over the top reaction when seeing Michael, giving him a great big hug. Suddenly the reaction on his face turned to pure joy and happiness. You couldn’t really blame him, Bella was an absolute babe and she looked fantastic in a very tight sexy black dress that showcased her petite figure.

“So happy you made it, I’ve got some friends for you to meet,” she told him.

As the after thought, Bella then noticed me, standing awkwardly watching this play out.

“Ohh Leo, surprised to see you here. Did Rose and the girls let you off their leach to come here tonight?” the brunette asked, a sly smile still on her face.

“They’re here too.”

“Oh splendid,” she said sarcastically, “Well you make sure to tell Rose that this what a real house looks like… I’ve got people for Michael to meet. Bye Leo.”

What sort of alternate timeline are we in right now?

I felt as if I was watching tokat escort what happened with me and the SNF girls in the eyes of Michael. That was being reversed now, and if it wasn’t for Bella’s little dig at Rose, I probably would have been a little more critical about what was happening there.

The party continued, it was arguably the biggest house party that anyone from Templeton had this year. So many people flocked in on the private property. Luckily for Bella, her family’s land size was enormous, enough to cater for all these drunk high school kids.

I was enjoyed the night for what it was but eventually it became my turn to take my shift of tracking Milly. But what I thought might be a difficult task became very easy when the beautiful blonde latched onto me as if the roles were reversed and she was looking after me.

She clung to me like glue, as if she was desperate for my attention.

Hey, I wasn’t complaining!

“Come on, take another shot with me,” she told me, pressing her hands on my chest.

I smiled while shaking my head, “I’ve already had too many… Think we could maybe sit down for a bit or something.”

Milly grabbed me by the palm of my hand and started to drag me away from the more crowded area of the house that we were standing in. She started to lead me upstairs, holding onto my hand the whole time. There were a few people making whistling noises as we passed them. From an outsiders point of view, it looked a little more intimate than what it really was.

But then I started to think about it a bit more. How touchy she had been with me tonight, how she was now leading me to the bedrooms, and not somewhere outside to sit.

Did she want to….?

I mean she was now single… on the market.

“Oops,” Milly said as she opened up a bedroom door and saw two people hooking up on the bed.

Milly re shut the door as she went into the next bedroom on the right, “Unoccupied,” she smirked as she dragged me inside.

The door shut behind us, it was a simple bedroom that looked like it was used as a spare room for guests to sleep in when they stayed over. The light switch was flicked on and while I briefly looked around the basic bedroom, I was suddenly moved into position by the sexy blonde. She put me down on the end of the bed before straddling my lap.

Well then… this was heating up quickly.

I could feel the weight of her body on top of me, her tight pink dress hiking up even higher on her thighs as she sat on top. The material felt soft, thin and stretchy, tightly wrapping around her body.

“You find me hot right?” she said, running her fingernails down the side of my face, looking me in the eyes.

She said it in a tone of uncertainty, I found this an odd question to ask, of course she was hot. How could someone this attractive need to ask me that.

“That’s a dumb question,” I said bluntly as my hands now embraced her body, touching her lower back.

She wanted an answer though, “Leo… I mean it.”

My hands crept lower, until they found her round behind, clutching onto her butt cheeks that I had been staring at all night. I was also finding it difficult to control my penis which was now hardening due to the contact.

If words weren’t enough, my boner should give her a clear indication of my answer. But she wanted me to tell her, so I did, I told her she was gorgeous and that I had always thought that, even before I knew her the way that I did now.

Her blue eyes fluttered and she bent forward so that our lips touched. My hard cock was now resting up against the front of her dress, my hands squeezing her butt cheeks. They felt so good in my hands, plenty of cheek to grab a hold of, I let them sneak up her dress so it was now skin on skin.

Seeing that she wanted me to tell her that she was attractive, I figured it was worth continuing to pump up her ego, hoping it would encourage her to go further with me tonight.

Moving my mouth to her neck, I whispered to her, “Mmm your ass is incredible…”

She made a humming noise as she pushed in tighter to me. We had only ever once hooked up and that was the day after I lost my virginity with Katie. A shared experience, we had plenty of fun but i never got to fuck her.

Maybe this wasn’t the most private spot for that but I would be more than happy to get out of here now and take her back to my place or vise versa.

“Slap it!” she told me firmly, referring the hands I had on her ass.

I did just that, making good connection. Her butt jiggled, such great recoil on it.

“Oooh yeah…”

On my lap, Milly grabbed the top of her dress straps and pulled them slowly off her shoulders. As it started to slip down, I saw a nude colour strapless bra that were holding those big melons in place.

Her hand moved to her back where she undid the hook of her bra in one quick go. Suddenly those famous large breasts were out in full, the bra thrown to the side and her dress now sitting below.

“Remember yozgat escort these?” she cooed, grabbing her own breasts with both hands, squeezing the hard from the outside so they were now pressing hard up together against one another.

Of course I did, “Nice to be re acquainted!”

Milly teased me at first, bouncing them up and down in her hands. If I thought her ass had good recoil, then her tits were on a whole another level!

“Right here baby, come to mama!” the blonde teased again, this time forcing my face into her heavenly pillows.

She smothered me with her breasts, trapping me in there as she tightly wrapped her arms around the back of my head.

Good Riddance Aaron…

My head was well tucked into her big breasts. Milly was still shaking her body from side to side so they were virtually slapping my face. I had enough time to open my mouth, hoping to get a hold of one of her nipples. Eventually I did, after slobbering all over her plentiful cleavage.

“Oooh yes Leo! Suck on my tits!” Milly further encouraged.

The blonde made me switch to her left breast to give it a bit more attention and love. I swooped in on her left hard, thick nipple. Of course I knew she liked it just by the way she responded to the attention, grabbing a hold of my hair or lightly moaning in response.

Coming up for a breather, I took in the sexy look she was giving me with her face.

“Fuck… these tits…” I whispered to her, the palm of my hands now on them, roughly squeezing them.

She giggled, “Keep admiring them for me.”

While I still had a firm hold of them, Milly shuffled herself back just enough to get her hands down to my crotch. It didn’t take long for her to fish out my cock. She managed to unzip my jeans and pull it straight out.

“Ooh nice and hard for me,” she spoke to my erection, “I really really want to see you cum…”

Milly had her hands all over my shaft, nice and firm strokes, running it up and down. There was no doubt that I would be able to cum tonight, but I was still little a cautious of the current setting.

With my cock being jerked, Milly’s dress down to expose her breasts, if anyone walked in, they were getting more than an eyeful.

“Mils…” I whispered to the confident blonde, “Can we continue this someone a little more private… you could come back to my house?”

Milly bit down on her bottom lip as her right hand kept a firm grasp on my shaft, moving it up and down, keeping the tension on me, “I don’t see anyone else around?”

“I know but if someone comes in…”

“That’s just part of the fun,” she smirked, “Just keep playing with my tits!”

She was loving every moment of this. The extra thrill of potentially getting caught was only added motivation to keep going like this.

Milly started using both hands on my cock again, toying with it as if it was just a toy.

“I’ve always thought you’ve had such a nice cock,” she complimented me, tugging on my length with two hands.

I was breathing heavily as she had control of me.

As good as this all was, of course my worries would soon come to fruition when the door opened and a girl streamed right in. Milly barely hesitated, her boobs still hanging out as we saw Tayla standing inside the bedroom.

“Oh… um… fuck… I didn’t know,” she said, surprised by what was happening in front of her.

Both of us saw a look of panic behind her eyes however. The brunette was clearly trying to get away from some sort of situation as she rested her back up against the door.

It wasn’t the panicked look of seeing myself and Milly together on the bed. Something else had clearly just happened.

Before we had a chance to ask her, she told us, “I just dropped Declan.”

“You did?!” we both said in sync,

She nodded, gulping, “I think I need to get out of here, go home before anything happens. I’m officially calling a group sleepover meeting.”

“A what?” I said, having not heard that before.

“A group sleepover meeting Leo,” Milly repeated, still with her hands on my exposed dick, “When one of us calls one of these things, nobody can bail, we all meet up at one of our houses, no exceptions.”

“Yeah that, stay the night and just talk,” Tayla added, still a paranoid look on her face.

I had multiple questions, starting with the most obvious one, was I invited to this? It was it girls only? After asking that and getting confirmation that yes I was invited due to being part of the group, we started to make our exit plans from the house.

Tayla sent a quick message to our group chat, stating that this was an emergency and that everyone had to meet out of the front of the house.

I understood but I couldn’t tell you I wasn’t frustrated. Me and Milly were getting down to business and this was going to halt everything. As Tayla left, I was shoving my cock back inside my pants, zipping up while Milly shoved her breasts back into her discarded bra.

She zonguldak escort noticed me staring as her dress straps were back on her shoulders again. Milly smirked, chuckling at my obvious boner, not hidden well by my jeans.

“I’m not done with you just yet… don’t go finishing without me,” she warned me.

We made our way to the door, “I won’t, trust me.”

I tried my best to control my erection as we left the bedroom and returned to the party, needing to exit back through the front door. It took a few minutes to gather everyone but eventually we got everything out the front and into an Uber, on our way to Tayla’s.

Arriving at her place, I had flashbacks to the first time I came here. It too was after Tayla originally cut things off with Declan. What followed was a few memories I would never forget.

It was a much different vibe tonight as we sat downstairs in the lounge rooms. It was the exact same set up as last time, rolled out mattresses, blankets, pillows, all in front of the lounge room television.

Tayla’s parents were home this evening, already fast asleep in bed so the girls kept their voices down in the lounge room while I mainly just listened in. With parents in the same house, any exploits were taken out of the question, including finishing what me and Milly had started.

Before we dozed off, Tayla explained what had originally happened and how she just snapped unexpectedly at Declan, ending things immediately. Clearly this had been in her mind for quite some time now.

The way the girls gathered around her in union, I felt like I was seeing yet another side of them. Something that outsiders would never get an idea of. There was nobody bashing Tayla for dating Declan in the first place, just best friends there for her in her time of need.

I went to sleep that night, knowing I had some better than good friends around me.

***

The fallout from Declan and Tayla’s break up saw the Saturday Night Five creating a divide between us and the football guys.

Unlike the last time they broke up, Declan had more of an angry-vengeful vibe to him. Very different to the approach he took last time, trying to fix things between him and Tayla. I didn’t speak to him that following week, but just studying his body language around school, I knew he was fuming inside.

The other girls continued to support Tayla as well as Milly, both single again.

But what happened next was almost perfect.

Friday and Monday waste curriculum days so no school and a long four-day weekend. All five girls were now single and needed to get away to get over a few things. Saturday was also my birthday and it was our last real weekend of freedom before the pressure of exams began to heat up.

I had been constantly asked over the previous weeks about what I would like to do for my birthday. But I never gave them a proper answer, I didn’t particularly wanted a party.

So with this perfect storm, the girls took this as an opportunity for a getaway over the weekend. An Airbnb away from town, a nice property, nothing too crazy. There was a beautiful pool and spa area, plenty of space to move in and around the house, with just one issue, the price.

We couldn’t rely anymore on having Declan pay for everything with his parents money. With him out of the picture, we all dug deep into our pockets, or more precisely, our parents pockets.

Any concern that the girls might extend the invite to a few more, creating déjà vue with the popular jocks getting a look in, soon disappeared when we negotiated with the owner of the place. More than willing to help out some high school kids, we cut down the cost and locked in our weekend away.

Friday morning, I was chosen as one of our drivers. We had two cars of three. In my car was Milly and Katie, the two busty girls had packed my small sedan with what felt like way too much for a simple weekend away. Adding to my boot and the backseat next to Milly was further bags and belongings of the other girls, whatever didn’t fit in Tayla’s car.

“Are you sure you packed enough for three days?” I asked Katie with a tone of sarcasm in my voice.

“Very funny Leo,” she smirked from the passenger seat, before looking behind her to see Milly with her eyes shut and mouth wide open.

The blonde was asleep, her head leaning slightly back, Katie chuckled, “Knew it was too quiet in here…”

“Oh Mil’s asleep? We’ve only been driving for twenty minutes.”

“Yep… that’s all it takes for her,” Katie commented on her friend, “Heavy sleeper too, we could crash and she might not even notice.”

Focusing on the highway in front of me, I enjoyed spending the next ten minutes just quietly chatting with Katie in the front of the car. We didn’t always get a chance to have these simple one on one conversations so it was always nice when the opportunity arose.

It was all reasonably bland chit chat from any outsiders point of view. Up until she brought up something that was certainly on my mind about the weekend.

“It’s nice to get a chance to chat now,” she started to speak, “I have a feeling it’s going to be difficult to get any alone time with you this weekend… you’ll be a very popular man.”

“You think so?” I asked, as if I didn’t know the answer to that question.

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Sandra is Different

by Vanessa Evans

Part 2

It was Saturday the next day and my first full day as a working girl. Not the type of working girl that you are thinking of, although being one of those girls had crossed my mind and would suit my ‘condition’, no, I was starting work at the clothes shop. I quickly showered and got myself ready and set off for the 10 minute walk, stopping to get a coffee and a pastry on the way. I just made it as Lisa was rolling up the shutters.

“Morning Sandra.” Lisa said, “bright and early, most of the girls are usually 5 or 10 minutes late, not that it really matters, it will be a while before the customers start rolling in.”

We went in and went to Lisa’s office where I put my bag on the side and went back out to shop floor. I saw the wonky mirror and went to have a closer look. It was fastened to the wall with the bottom part at an angle. On closer inspection I saw that it was actually 2 mirrors. I stood in front of it and looked down but I couldn’t see up my skirt. I was just moving around to see if different positions made a difference but I still couldn’t see my pussy.

“It’s people standing beside the mirror that can see up your skirt.” I heard Lisa say as she came and stood where she had just described.

“I can see your bald pussy Sandra, you weren’t wearing knickers the other 2 times that you were here, don’t you bother with them at all or are you deliberately hoping that men can look up your skirts and find out?”

I blushed a little and then Lisa answered for me,

“You do don’t you, you’re a little show-off aren’t you?”

“Yes.” I quietly answered.

“Well you’re going to get plenty of opportunities here, why do you think I have been putting head office off refurbishing the changing rooms?”

Again Lisa answered her own question,

“Because when the do they will make the place more like fort knox and there will be no chance of anyone seeing in or having partners in there whilst you are changing.”

“So do you get lots of couples going in there?”

“Enough to know what goes on in there.”

And do you get a lot of men standing outside looking through the gaps at the sides of the curtains?”

“Enough, we chase away any pervs who come in on their own but I’m quite happy for boyfriends and husbands to watch any of the girls in there.”

“Isn’t it illegal?”

“Only if someone complains and who in their right mind would complain? The uptight girls don’t shop here anyway, they go to Top Girl. We get the girls that don’t mind showing some skin. I can tell that you are one of those girls, just like Bella and all the other girls that I hire, you can go and try on anything you like during your breaks and quiet times, just so long as the racks and shelves are full and tidy.”

“Thanks Lisa, I might just do that.”

“I hope so, that’s why I hired you, show the male partners a lot of skin and they’ll bring their girls back here and spend more money, that’s the principle I work on.”

“Sounds like good business sense to me.” I replied.

I noticed that Lisa was still looking up my skirt and seconds later I heard a girl say,

“Morning Lisa, is this the new girl then?”

“Charlotte, this is Sandra, Sandra Charlotte.” Lisa said.

Before I could say hello Charlotte she said,

“I see that you are one of us Sandra.”

“Hi Charlotte,” I said, then, “one of what?”

“No knickers,” Charlotte replied, “and I see that you aren’t wearing a bra too Sandra, nice tits, from what I can see of them behind that top.”

It took me a couple of seconds to see that neither Lisa nor me had moved from the mirror and Charlotte was standing on the other side in the same position. I resisted the urge to step back.

“Yeah,” I replied, “when I moved to uni I decided that it was less washing.”

“Sure, keep telling everyone that Sandra, someone might believe you but you’re like me and the others here, you like flashing your goods don’t you?”

I smiled and said,

“Yes I do.”

“Okay girls,”Lisa said, “plenty of time for flashing your bits later, get things ready and Sandra, Amelia and Bella will be here in a couple of hours, you know what to do but if you have any questions Charlotte and I won’t be far away. Just remember, the customer is always right and that includes the male partners.”

I wasn’t sure what Lisa meant by that but I went with Charlotte to see how to get the till ready then went round the racks checking that everything looked okay. When I got to a mannequin that was wearing a tank top with a pair of shorts I looked at what was on top of the tank top. It was a sort of vest with a rolled neck. No one would ever see anything trying to look down that top but 2 things caught my eye, firstly the arm holes were so big that they went nearly down to the waist and the front part was so narrow that it only just covered the mannequin’s nipples. The other thing was that it was so long that you could only just see the bottom of the shorts.

As karaman escort I stood looking at it Lisa came over to me and said,

“I know what you’re thinking, could I wear just that vest as a dress? Am I right?”

“You are Lisa.”

“With your tits it will just rest on your nipps, unless of course you keep turning your body.”

“I could never do that Lisa, it’s not right walking about with my nipples hanging out.”

“You nipples wouldn’t be HANGING out, I bet that your tits never even wobble when you’re running.”

“Maybe just a little bit.” I replied.

“Come on Sandra, there’s a girl over there who looks like she’s looking for something, go and see if you can help her.”

I did, forgetting about the vest top.

I was kept busy for quite a while then I found myself with nothing to do standing next to the mannequin wearing a white mesh leotard. Well that’s what I called it but the label said it was a sleeveless, backless bodysuit. It was cut high on the hips and had a scoop neck. When I looked at the back I saw that it had a low-cut thong back.

Bella came up behind me and said,

“You’re supposed to wear something over it but we show it like that so that everyone can see what would normally covered. You’re not thinking of wearing it without a covering are you Sandra?”

“I’m thinking of going to the gym at the university but I haven’t got anything to wear.”

“Well if you go wearing just that the guys won’t get much of a workout, unless you let them get between your legs.”

“That depends on how cute they are.” I replied

“Those things are quite cheap, mind you they should be, there’s bugger all to them.” Bella said.

Lisa caught our eye and we went back to work.

Soon I was stopped by a girl asking where the changing rooms were. I led her to them and saw that we were being followed by a man. Amelia was standing there and when the girl asked if her boyfriend could go into the cubicle with her Amelia said that he could.

“Come back in 2 minutes Sandra.” Amelia quietly said.

I went off and did go back a couple of minutes later and I saw the bottom of the man’s legs between the girl’s legs in a position where they could easily be fucking. I smiled and looked through the gap in the curtain and in the mirror I could see the girl’s bare back and butt and from the way they kept going forward I knew that they definitely were fucking. I turned and left with a smile on my face.

The shop started to get busy and more girls wanted to try something on. When I led them to the changing rooms I saw a couple of men standing at the entrance looking in. When I looked at what they were looking at, through the gap in the curtains I saw the naked side of a girl just as she was starting to put a dress on.

“Maybe I should try something on when I have my lunch break.” I thought.

The shop got more busy and I couldn’t help notice that there were quite a few men with girls, more than I had experienced whenever I’d ever gone clothes shopping.

Lisa ask me to go and check the changing rooms to see if anything had been left in there that didn’t want to be there. As I walked passed the entrance I saw a man standing there and looking towards the first cubicle. I glanced over so it and saw that the curtain was closed as much as it could be and an arm moving around through the gap.

I went to the far end of the row of cubicles to start checking back to the entrance. Three cubicles were okay and as I stood between cubicles 2 and 3 I poked the closed curtain on cubicle 2 which had been pulled to the end near cubicle 3.

“Anyone in there?” I asked.

There was no response so I guessed that someone had just left the curtain closed so I pulled it open and heard a girl scream. I looked in and saw Bella standing there with one arm out and holding a dress. She was facing the curtain and was totally naked.

My jaw dropped and I froze for a couple of seconds then stepped in front of the frozen Bella, closed the curtain and offered my sincere apologies. I turned to leave and saw the man still looking where Bella was, but now covered by the curtain. He had a big grin on his face and I knew that I had just exposed the totally naked Bella to him.

I started to feel sorry for Bella and intended to apologise to her again when she came out, but then I wondered if it had been a setup, had Lisa sent me in there knowing that Bella would be naked behind a curtain.

I got on with other things but when Bella did come out and over to me she was ginning like a Cheshire cat.

“Lisa set me up didn’t she?” I asked.

“Yep, we do it to each other quite a bit. It’s an added perk of the job. I’m sure that it won’t be long before it’s you behind that curtain Sandra.”

“I’ll look forward to that.”

Lunchtime came and I went and got a sandwich and I had finished eating by the time I got back to the shop so I decided to try on one of those tank tops, the long one with giant arm holes. Of course kars escort I was going to try it without the shorts that were on the mannequin or anything under the top.

In the first changing cubicle I got naked then checked the gaps at either side of the curtain. I was a little disappointed that there were no men looking but it didn’t bother me because I was there to try on the top, not flash anyone.

As it slivered down my body I realised that it was too big for me but then I remembered that I wanted it to be big on me. The narrow front went right up to my neck but the sides only just covered my tits before they scooped down to where they joined the back part at my hips. My sides were bare right down to my hips.

I looked over my shoulder into the mirror and saw that nearly all of my back was also bare but my butt was covered. Then I faced the mirror and saw that the bottom hem was about 7 or 8 cm below my pussy. I shook my shoulders and turned quickly from side to side and watched the material go over my nipples and not go back when I turned the other way.

I giggled to myself as I saw both my hard nipples in the mirror with all the material between them

I stood there looking at myself wondering if I dare wear that top as a dress, a dress that could easily leave my nipples exposed like they were right then. I straightened the top and thought about below my tits. In the mirror I could see that my pussy was easily covered but from my chest down I felt like I was naked, I couldn’t feel any material at all.

I again checked that my pussy was covered and felt round to my butt and confirmed that it too was covered. Then I turned my side to the mirror. With my arms straight down I could see nearly all of the side of my tit. It was like looking at a miniature traffic cone on my ribs. I moved my arm around a bit and saw the material disappear over my nipple.

I took the top off and was looking at the price tag. It was more than I had budgeted for clothing for that month but I had just decided that I was going to buy it when the curtain went flying back.

I screamed a little then saw Amelia, Bella and 2 men behind them.

“Gotcha.” Amelia said then turned and left, and Bella closed the curtain, well half closed it. I could still see the men and they could see me as I started to put my clothes back on.

“You’ll look good in that top Sandra.” Bella said.

“I was thinking of wearing it as a dress.” I replied.

“Even better, that will keep the guys looking at you.”

By then I had got my own top and skirt on and the show was over for the men. I took the top back out and to Lisa and asked her what the staff discount was.

“Put it in my office and come and see me at the end of your shift Sandra, I’m sure that we can work something out within your budget.”

I thanked her then did as she had said.

For the next 10 minutes or so, until I needed to speak to a customer, all I could think about was going out in public in the middle of the day wearing just that top. I even planned where I would go.

Most of the rest of the day was all work with no flashing although I did see 1 girl who was changing and had either forgotten to close the curtain or had deliberately left it only half closed. I had just passed a man waiting and I wondered if she was with him or was just flashing him. Obviously I didn’t ask and just got on with my work.

At the end of my shift I went to see Lisa and she told me to sit on the chair where I’d had my interview. I was more relaxed this time that I was sat there and Lisa finished some paperwork then looked up to me. I was watching her eyes and they lingered, for a second, on my bare legs and I was 100% sure that she saw my slit and bald pubis.

“Well Sandra, the end of your first full day, how was it for you?”

“Good, better than I expected, I’m not very good with people but you and the other girls have been so easy to get on with.”

“I’m pleased to hear that, and I heard about your little incident in the changing rooms, did that upset you at all, the girls can be a bit, shall we say revealing at times.”

“Upset, no chance, you may have already guessed but I get a bit of a kick about people seeing me without any clothes on and I got a bit, err, aroused when those 2 men saw me naked.”

“Well that’s brave of you to confide in me, but rest assured, just so long as you don’t go upsetting any customers you can wear as much or as little as you want in my store. Talking about wearing very little, this top (Lisa got it out of a drawer) are you really planning on going outside wearing just that?”

“I was thinking about it?”

“You are braver than me Sandra, good luck to you but please be careful, I don’t want to hear that you have been raped or arrested.”

“I’ll be careful, but just so that you know, I’m a Karate Black Belt.”

“Good for you. I’ve also seen you staring at those mesh leotards, you do know that they are designed to be worn under something kıbrıs escort don’t you?”

“Yes but.”

“So where are you thinking of wearing it on its own Sandra?”

“The university gym, I was thinking of wearing it to workout.”

“Interesting, if you get all sweaty it will go transparent.”

“I was hoping that it would.” I replied.

Lisa smiled then asked,

“So you’re planning on working out, anything else, maybe you could teach Karate?”

“”No, I don’t fancy that, but I might take up swimming or track, I can do those without much contact with others.”

“I can understand that, my cats are my only regular friends. Have you got any track clothes or a swimming costume?”

“Not that I would be seen dead in. What I have got may have been okay for school or when my parents were around but I’m a different girl now.”

“I can believe that Sandra, I can’t see you going to school dressed like you are right now.”

“Definitely not, I would have got suspended.”

“Stay there a minute.” Lisa said and she got up and left her office.

Three minutes later Lisa was back holding some garments.

“Right Sandra, here is one of those leotards and a lingerie bra and knickers set that could easily be mistaken for a bikini, they’ll both fit you.”

“I can’t afford the top never mind those.”

“Because you seem to be a girl after my own heart I’m going to let you have the lot for £20, can you afford that?”

“Yes, really, you’d do that for me?”

“Yes Sandra, just you make sure that you are back here every Thursday and Saturday.”

“Oh I will, I really will, I’ve had a great time today.”

“Good, I’ll take the £20 out of your wages, Just don’t get arrested.”

“I won’t, I can run fast as well.”

“Even when you’re naked?”

“Especially when I’m naked.”

“Okay Sandra, see you on Thursday, that’s if you are not in jail.”

“Bye Lisa.”

I left, and to say that I was over the moon would be an understatement. As I walked back to my room my nipples and clit were tingling in anticipation of the fun I intended to have.

I had an early night wanting to be full of energy for the next day but I just had to rub one out to try to relax and go to sleep.

*****

Sunday started early, probably because I was excited about what I was planning to do. As I was rubbing one out I decided to stop just before I orgasmed, I wanted to be aroused when I started my adventure.

The city that I was in has a Tram system that is great for getting around. I’d already noticed that it was busy early on a Sunday as people went to the centre to do their shopping, then it went much quieter before people started heading for home.

After my full bathroom routine, during which I edged again, and getting myself some breakfast, I put on the top, a necklace and some shoes. I took my little shoulder bag with me but I did not intend to wear it across my chest as that would affect the way that my tits got exposed, then with by bag over my shoulder and a paperback in one hand, I set off.

It felt like I was naked as I went out onto the street only to find that it was still a little chilly. I looked up and saw blue sky and knew that it would warm up soon. So I walked to the nearby park, every minute or so looking down to my chest to make sure that one of my nipples hadn’t escaped.

Satisfied that just straight, normal walking wouldn’t cause my nipples to escape, I slowed my walking pace, got my sunglasses out of my bag, put them on and started looking around. I saw a few people who looked like they were walking through the park to their work or the shops, most of them walking towards me. I knew that I had to walk and act with confidence, if I acted like I was deliberately trying to show my body or I was ashamed by my lack of coverage, I would give people the impression that I was doing something wrong and one of them might call the police.

Technically I wasn’t doing anything wrong because my goodies were covered and technically, even if they were on display, it would only be against the law if I was acting in a lewd manor or trying to upset people and it was not my intention to do either. Unless, of course, my arousal got the better of me and I started frigging, but I intended to keep myself under control.

On I walked trying to look as confident as I could and it was working, okay, people were looking at me but no one really stared or said anything. After about 15 minutes I decided to stop and sit on one of the benches for a while so I selected one that was beside a main path and sat on the middle of it, with my butt near the front edge, and got my book out of my bag.

I didn’t cross my legs but kept my knees together. I looked down at the hem of the top and saw that it was tight across my hips. I couldn’t see my slit but I knew that anyone who looked would be able to see it unless I put one of my hands at the top of my legs, which I didn’t.

I opened my book and pretended to read whilst looking sideways out of my sunglasses. I would say that there were people walking along that path, passed me, on average every 2 minutes and I watched every one of them approaching. If they were anything other than a middle-aged or elderly woman I would open my knees a little and watch them as the passed.

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