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It was our anniversary when he came downstairs with a wicked glint in his eye.

‘I’ve got a surprise for you,’ he said. ‘Go and put on the outfit I’ve laid on the bed for you. Nothing extra, I spent ages choosing just the right thing.’

Curious, I went to the bedroom, took off my clothes and put on the high-neck loose-fitting crop top and fitted skirt that I found.

‘Make sure you’re wearing EVERYTHING I put out!’ he called.

I looked back at the bed to be sure and saw something pink nestled among the covers. Looking closer, I saw what appeared to be a small pink penis with a seashell attached. I couldn’t work out where I could wear it until I realised that the total absence of underwear meant I could wear it to cover my vagina. Carefully, I inserted the small dildo into my pussy, leaving only the seashell shape resting over my clit. It provided some cover I supposed but walking around it made me really rather aroused.

I went back to the lounge and strutted across the floor, showing off my rather respectable outfit.

‘What’s this for?’ I asked.

‘We’re going shopping…’ he told me.

We headed out to the car and he climbed into the driver’s seat. Sitting beside him, felt a soft buzz against my pert little bud. Then another. And another, in a constant rhythm. He grinned mischievously at me and then reached a hand out to tweak my nipples under my top. He bent his head down and licked my nipple before sucking it firmly into his mouth and suckling on it. His hand dropped to my thigh and slowly traced a path between my legs until it reached the pulsing toy in my cunt.

‘I’m so glad you figured out how to wear this,’ he said. ‘We’re going to have lots of fun!’

He drove a little way to the next town and then pulled into the dark parking lot of the 24 hour supermarket. There were a few other cars around but not many so we should be able to find a little privacy.

We walked (I almost skipped) through the revolving doors and headed towards the cafe. He told me to take a seat and then walked up to the counter and ordered two coffees. As he reached into his pocket to pay, the vibrations against my sensitive nub became stronger and longer. I squirmed in my seat, determined not to cum in the cafe while a couple sat drinking tea a few of tables away. I was stronger than that wasn’t I? I squirmed some more and felt the moisture flooding into my hole. I rolled my skirt up a little so that I wouldn’t drench it with my juices but the cold pleather of the seat beneath me was such a naughty feeling against my bare cunt that I squirmed even more. He brought the coffees back to the table and sat opposite me, eyes twinkling at my obvious discomfort. He placed a hand on my knee and reached the other into his pocket. As the vibrations intensified, I lost my battle. Grinding my opening into the chair, trying desperately to shove the toy deeper into my aching cunt, I shuddered hatay escort to orgasm in the cafe. My cunt contracted and my stomach clenched and I sat as still as I could, trying not to show the couple nearby that I had just cum and breathing deeply until the waves of pleasure passed.

‘Woah, that was fantastic to watch!’ he said, turning the vibrations off so that I could drink my coffee.

When we had finished, he turned the gentle vibrations back on. We got a shopping trolley and began wandering up and down the aisles. I pushed the trolley as he put things in. Being distracted by the sensations under my skirt, I didn’t pay any attention to what we were buying. Occasionally, he placed his hand on my bottom or upper thigh but for the most part he seemed to have forgotten our adventure. He asked me to reach a few things but it wasn’t until the 3rd time (when I spotted him massaging his stiff cock through his trousers) I realised he was choosing items from the top shelf so that I would reach up and flash my nipples.

Quickly, he changed his approach and began asking for things from the bottom shelf. This time, I slowly and deliberately bent from the waist looking seductively over my shoulder and giving him a perfect view of my ass and pussy, still containing the gently buzzing toy. I handed him what he had asked for (a cucumber) and carried on walking. A few moments later, after we had passed some other late night shoppers, he asked me to reach something again, from the very bottom shelf. I bent over ensuring I was flashing him perfectly but, as I reached for the item, the vibrations became stronger and the small dildo inside me also began to buzz. I couldn’t believe it! I couldn’t muster enough strength to stand back up so I was totally exposed.

Then I felt it. Something hard rubbing against me. He was going to fuck me! With his hard, cold cock. No. That wasn’t right. His cock wasn’t cold. Oh my god the cucumber! It was slick with my juices and rubbing against the entrance to my back passage. He was teasing me with the cucumber? I was entirely exposed and yet he was fully dressed and pressing the lubricated vegetable slowly against my ass. I felt my sphincter accepting it hungrily as I longed to be taken. All too soon it was taken away and replaced, this time with a hot, throbbing cock. Yes! This was perfect.

Bent over in the supermarket, vibrations coursing through my cunt, at risk of being caught at any time, he eased his cock into my ass until it would go no further. I felt so wonderfully full until he pulled it out and slid it right back in. He found his rhythm and began to pump his cock into me as the vibrations in my cunt started to build towards an orgasm, he thrust into me again and again until finally I burst. My orgasm ripped through my body and juices filled my cunt and squirted out of me, pushing the little toy out too. My sphincter tightened around his cock and with a couple ığdır escort more pumps he sprayed the inside of my ass with his hot seed.

After what seemed like an eternity, he pulled his still rigid cock from my anus and helped me to stand up, picking up my toy from where it fell, still vibrating. He turned to vibrations down and was just sliding it back inside my soaking pussy when I spotted a security guard at the end of the aisle.

‘I think you two had better come with me!’ he said firmly, guiding me by the shoulder.

Rather than being thrown out, he led us to his office at the back of the shop. We must really be in trouble.

‘Take a seat,’ he commanded. We sat.

‘What is the meaning of this?’ he asked us, pointing at the cctv screen which clearly showed a paused image of my boyfriend fucking my ass in the middle of the supermarket.

‘It’s just a little fun. We weren’t doing any harm!’ he insisted.

‘We’ll see what the police have to say about that,’ replied the security guard. ‘Empty out your pockets.’

I didn’t have any but my boyfriend turned out the car keys, his wallet and a little pink remote.

‘What does this do?’ he asked, picking up the remote curiously. My boyfriend simply shrugged in response so the security guard slid the button up and down a couple of times causing the vibrations to go from mild to intense and back. He slid it one more time and then put it down with everything else. I couldn’t believe it. He’d left it on full. I gave a little yelp of delight and panic. My boyfriend looked at me and then the remote and his eyes lit up as he realised what had happened and what would inevitably happen next.

‘Do you think this is amusing?’ the guard asked him.

‘Not at all,’ he replied, putting on his most innocent expression.

I began to squirm again. Oh my god. Not now. I couldn’t cum now when I was so close to being arrested but how could I stop it without reaching up my skirt and pulling out the dildo in my cunt. That would surely make matters worse. I tried to sit still and stop it from happening but I felt the warmth building in my clit and spreading inside me. Building and building until it was unbearable. I parted my knees a little to try and relieve some of the pressure but I couldn’t stop it. My orgasm burst through my cunt, shaking through my entire body and pushing the toy out. I squirted hard and heard the sound as my juices splattered all over the guard’s desk and floor.

His jaw dropped.

‘In the cell, both of you! You can stay with this miscreant I caught shoplifting until the police arrive for all of you.’

Heads hung, we walked into the little cell in the corner of the office where a man sat with a small tent in his trousers. Oh god he’d been here the whole time. He’d just watched me cum.

‘That was incredible!’ he complimented as we sat only the only bench in the cell.

‘No talking!’ shouted the guard ısparta escort as he left, presumably to call the authorities.

‘We’ll, don’t stop on my account,’ he told us. I looked at my boyfriend, unsure he’d ever want to have sex with me again after what had just happened but saw that he was sporting an impressive erection too. We’d had lots of sex in public by now but never deliberately in a room with just one other person who knew what we were doing. My boyfriend looked at me questioningly. I shrugged in response. Why not! He put his hand on my knee and started to work his fingers towards my dripping cunt. I parted my knees to allow him access and reached over to free his cock from his pants. As his fingers parted my soaking lips, I slid my hand firmly over his stiff rod. He pressed his fingers slowly into my drenched hole and used his thumb to gently rub my delicate clit. Suddenly, he climbed off the bench, taking his hard prick out of my reach and knelt in between my legs. He kept his fingers inside me and gently kissed my little bud before licking it and sucking softly on it. I looked over at our cell mate to see if he was really ok with this and found him beating steadily away at the stiff rod in his hand.

My boyfriend removed his fingers from my hole and rubbed the juices onto my clit as he stuck his tongue inside me and tonguefucked me for a moment. He soon returned to sucking my clit while working his fingers inside me until I built to my most incredible climax yet, grabbing the back of his head I ground into his face as he sucked and fingered me through the shuddering pleasure. As my waves subsided he sat himself back on the bench and gestured an invitation towards his stiff cock. I was eager to impale my pussy on it so I stood over him and lowered myself quickly until he was inside me. He gasped with delight as he entered me at last and I knelt on the bench so that I could ride him properly. I kept our bodies close and tilted my hips to slide his cock in and out of my soft hole, keeping the tip rubbing against the inside of my cunt. I slid my hole up and down the stiff length of his shaft and watched our spectator match his strokes to my tempo.

Gradually, I increased the speed of my fucking until the man underneath me began to moan in ecstasy. I sped up just a little more and felt his entire body tense as his cock began to throb and pump his load into my eager pussy. On the bench next to us, the man came too, spraying his load onto the floor of the cell. We all stayed where we were panting for a moment or two and then hurriedly made ourselves mostly decent again.

‘Woah, that was incredible! I should get caught more often!’ the man told us.

Just as we were about to answer, the guard returned.

‘Right, the lovebirds can go!’ he said, sounding non-too-pleased. ‘But don’t ever come back in this shop again, you hear me!’

He unlocked the cell and escorted us back through the store, past our abandoned shopping and the accompanying Wet Floor sign and out to the car park. We climbed into the car and pulled quickly away.

‘That was close! What an incredible anniversary!’ I told my boyfriend.

‘Certainly was!’ he replied. ‘I just hope nobody buys that cucumber!’

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If it hadn’t been for the fact that she was halfway decent at the game, Mateo would have accused Sofia of choosing to take up golf just because of the outfits. Her closet was filled with those short tight skirts and coordinating form fitting tops. And he loved them on her. And he noticed a fair amount of the men on the course were a bit distracted when Sofi was playing nearby, so he assumed that they liked them too.

Sofia’s legs were one of her best features. Not only were they shapely and tanned, but they were incredibly long. Her tall frame was nicely proportioned and she was well toned. She had the kind of legs that could wrap around a man and pull him tightly to her and to raise her hips up to meet his thrust.

She wasn’t athletic by nature, but some would think that, to look at her. She had only taken up golf a couple of years ago. She was serious enough about it to have a regular golf routine. And that is what Mateo was thinking about today. He knew exactly what she would be doing.

It was Tuesday. Sofia would gave golfed with some women friends that morning and they would have finished up about noon. She would have returned home and showered in their outdoor shower before reclining on the lounge on the rooftop patio to dry off in the fresh air.

Mateo was traveling. He and Sofia were seldom separated by physical distance, but it was unavoidable. Matt needed to see to some family business back in the states. He had been gone five days already. One more day to go. He sat back on the bed in his nondescript hotel room. He was naked, telling himself he didn’t want to wrinkle his clothes. But, of course, being naked was pretty much always his preference. He fluffed up some pillows behind him and closed his eyes to rest for a minute. His hand found his cock by habit and he began to stroke it as he pictured his wife’s activities.

Back at home Sofia was doing almost exactly what Matt had envisioned. She turned off the stream of water in the shower that was tucked in the corner of their garden and without even bothering to dry off, she pulled on a short white gauzy dress. To call it a dress was actually an over statement… it was designed to be a swimsuit cover-up, providing the wearer a bit of modesty, but it’s flimsy and almost transparent fabric really didn’t qualify it as a dress.

Sofia slipped into some flip flops and headed to the rooftop patio. The thin cloth clung to her wet body as she walked. Her nipples were erect from the cool shower and the front of her dress hugged her breasts tightly. The deep pink of her nipples appeared to bleed through the wet gauze. The back was caressing her ass, and her crease was highly defined as the cloth worked its way between eskişehir escort her cheeks as she walked.

She took a bottle of cold water from the mini frig on the upstairs patio and placed it and the current book she was reading on the coffee table by the expansive outdoor sofa. Their house reflected the typical Mexican architecture of their colonial town, which afforded them a great deal of privacy. Neighboring houses built their walls directly adjacent to each other, but the living areas inside were secluded from prying eyes. Only the rooftop living spaces might be more visible to inquisitive residents of the area. Sofi glanced around the perimeter to see if any neighbors were in sight before removing the now wet dress and throwing it over the back of the sofa. Then she laid back on the couch and felt the warm breeze begin to dry her skin naturally.

Today had been a little difficult for Sofia. She was missing Matt terribly, and had not been able to concentrate on her game. She hadn’t been sleeping well without him, and she found herself incredibly horny.

So when her phone rang just a few moments later, her spirits rose. From the ring tone, she knew instantly that it was Mateo. “Hi baby,” she answered.

“Hi Sweetheart,” he responded.

Just the sound of his voice brought a smile to Sofi’s face and caused a stirring deep inside as well. Although Matt made an attempt to ask her about her day, Sofi quickly moved to the topic foremost on her mind. Her voice became throaty and filled with emotion as she told him how much she was missing him and how fucking horny she was. Matt could sense the urgency and passion in her voice.

“I’ll be home tomorrow, baby,” he said. “We’ll celebrate all night.”

“All night my ass,” Sofia said, “You won’t be leaving this house for days!”

Matt smiled. He loved how horny Sofia could get. She was the sexiest woman he had ever met. Not sexy in an obvious, sex siren kind of way. But sexy in a very sensual manner. Sofia was very comfortable with her body, and her sexuality was very much a part of her being. He also knew that Sofia really needed a sexual release every day to function at her best. This was something that he happily helped her to achieve… when he was in town. But her needs definitely made their time apart more difficult for both of them.

Matt’s cock stirred as he heard the lust in Sofia’s voice and he tightened his grasp on it.

“Let me help you baby,” he offered. “Put me on speaker phone and lay back.”

Sofia did as she was instructed.

“Close your eyes. Imagine me arriving home tomorrow. You’ve fallen asleep, naked, on the couch waiting for me. I come quietly gaziantep escort to the side of the couch and look at your amazing body.

“I slowly unbutton my shirt and take it off. And then I unzip my jeans. The sound of the zipper causes you to stir. You wake up. You see me. And you smile.

“You see the outline of my cock, straining against the leg of my jeans. And you sit up to help me.

“But I motion you back and I push my jeans down myself. My cock springs out. And I’m incredibly hard.

“You take in the smooth head of my cock as if you’ve never seen it before. As if you’ve never noticed the pronounced vein running up its length.

“You see how full my ball sack is. And you know how badly I want to cum for you.

“You move over on the couch and make room for me. I lay down beside you and hold you tightly against me. Your hands and mouth want to start their journey exploring me, but I pull you tighter against me. I just want to hold you for awhile. To feel the warmth of your body flow against mine.

“I kiss you tenderly and I hear you moan for the first time in five long days. I see you smile and I see the love in your sparkling eyes.

“I feel your breasts press against me. And I feel other parts of your body pressing against me too. I am in no hurry. I want this feeling to last.

“Your hands reach down and around my back to squeeze my ass. And to pull us closer together. You can feel how hard my cock is, pressed against you.

“I can feel how warm you are. And moist.

“We kiss more deeply. And I begin to move my way down your body.”

Mateo heard Sofia’s low moan through the phone. He knew how wet she would be. He could envision her finger rubbing her clit in a circular motion. And he began to stroke his cock faster.

“Kissing your chin. Kissing your neck. Raising your arms over your head and kissing your breast. Pausing to run my tongue around your nipple.

“I wrap my lips around your nipple and tug on it before moving to the other breast.”

“Oh, baby,” Sofia whispered. Mateo knew by the sound of her voice that she couldn’t hold out much longer. And neither could he.

“I can almost taste you now as my tongue moves between your legs, running up and down the fold of your lips.

“I spread your lips apart with my thumbs and see your pearl, glistening and swollen, peeking out. I wrap my lips around it as I slide my fingers deep inside you.”

Just then, he heard the scream. The uncontrollable scream as she gave herself over to a huge orgasm.

Envisioning the way she arched her back in ecstasy… how the sensation rolled through every inch of her body… and how her body continued giresun escort to twist and squirm until the feeling subsided. As he lived this in his mind, his own climax peeked as well, and his warm, thick cum shot all over his chest.

He let out a groan that Sofia had come to recognize and to love as he was enjoying his complete release.

“Oh, Matt, that was amazing,” she said, still catching her breath. “Thank you, baby.”

“I gotta go, sweetheart,” he said. “I need to get over to the attorney’s office to finalize those papers. I’ll talk to you later tonight.”

After he hung up, Sofia stretched and began to look at the horizon surrounding her. It was a beautiful afternoon, so typical of the climate here in San Miguel. Bright blue skies decorated with the occasional white fluffy cloud, and mild spring like temperature. As she glanced around, she suddenly noticed someone on the roof next door. She recognized him as the gardener that came in once a week, even while the owners were away.

He was staring directly at her and Sofi knew instantly that he had been witness to her entire climax. He would have heard her husband’s every sensuous suggestion and he would have seen her lose total control as her climax took over. For a fleeting second she felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment.

But just as quickly she noticed that he did not divert his glance, and that his right hand was making a steady movement just out of her line of vision below the wall that separated their homes. She was certain that he was jerking off.

The idea of it made her tingle all over and she felt her still wet pussy get even wetter.

She shifted slightly in her reclining position to make her legs more directly face him. Or more accurately, to position her pussy to more directly face him. And then she slowly began to rub her clit again.

The idea of making a stranger cum was enough to send her well on her way to a second climax, so Sofia moved slowly and deliberately. Just wait until Mateo hears how many people his afternoon “dialogue” helped to satisfy, she thought.

With her other hand, Sofia touched her breast. She circled her nipple and she squeezed it hard. She watched as the gardener’s arm began to move faster and faster. His eyes grew wide, never imagining how lucky he would be to see her cum once again.

He watched as she dipped a finger inside her pussy and then put it in her mouth before returning her attention once again to her clit. He stroked his cock faster and faster until he could stand it no longer.

He let his cum shoot straight out onto the waist-high wall that separated their roof from Sofia’s and he let out a guttural sound as he did.

Sofi was seconds behind him in her climax, which was every bit as strong as her first. She closed her eyes as it rolled through her body. After the last wave subsided, she opened her eyes to find the gardener gone.

She rolled over and took a long, luxurious nap, dreaming of Matt’s return the next day.

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It was Saturday. I was running late to the show. It started at noon, and I didn’t want to be late. It was my boyfriend’s fault. Why did he have to do that? My mind was thinking of earlier this morning, I was not paying attention to my driving.

I look in the rearview mirror. Flashing lights directly behind me. That darn boyfriend has now gotten me a ticket. I pull over. The police car stops behind me. It is a female officer. She comes charging up. I lower the window.

“What were you thinking?” she asks animatedly. She is waving her arms, lifting them up, almost shouting. “You sped right by me. What were you thinking? Didn’t you even see the police car? What were you thinking?” More arm waving. I’m feeling bad, upset; now I’m going to be late for the show. It is one I really wanted to see. It was a live broadcast from the Metropolitan Opera in New York – Carmen.

Timidly, I told her what I was thinking.

I woke up horny. I called my boyfriend early this morning as I usually do. We had a nice conversation, working on the plans for today. I didn’t tell him how horny I was, but I was very wet between the legs. I knew we would be getting together tonight, but I wanted him now. I guess I didn’t give enough hints. After we hung up, I got out the pictures. Yes, those pictures. The 8 ½ X 11 size pictures of his very hard manhood. I have many pictures showing how hard he can get. There are even some of him sliding inside me, making love to me. I was getting wetter. I thought about using my fingers ardahan escort or toys, but then, no, I’ll wait for tonight.

After I put the pictures away and I was getting ready for my bath. The phone rings. It is the ring set up for him. I just talked to him. I wonder why he is calling back. Have plans changed? I answer the phone.

“Hi hun. Umm, I’m pretty hard right now, thinking of tonight. Would it be ok if I came over now?”

My heart beats faster at hearing this. “Yes, now would be good.”

“Was wondering if you could be lying naked on the bed, playing with your toys when I come in?” He has a key.

“Yes, I’ll be here, legs spread, toy working, so you can watch me masturbate.” I enjoy making myself cum. But prefer the real thing, him sliding in and out of me. I take off the rest of my clothes, lie on the bed, and get started. Good thing I used the plug in toy, as it takes about 30 minutes for him to arrive.

I’m lying on the bed, toy vibrating between my legs, in the thralls of another orgasm when he comes in. He watches me, and that turns me on some more. I cum again. He takes off his clothes and starts stroking his very hard manhood. It looks just like the pictures.

I want him in me. “Please come here, I want you.”

“Not yet.” He says. I want him. He is really hard. I keep the vibrator between my legs.

“Please, please”, I beg.

“Not yet”.

He kneels on the bed, kisses my mouth, hard. The vibrator still going. I cum artvin escort again. He moves his mouth to my right nipple and starts to suck on it, to lick it. This drives me to a pretty big orgasm.

“Please slide inside me.”

“Not yet.” He moves his hand down. Turns the vibrator off. Sets its down. He starts rubbing my clit with his finger. Rubbing harder, faster as I cum again. He inserts his finger in me. I’m so wet, it slides right in. He moves his finger in and out, in and out, kissing, sucking my right nipple. I cum again.

“Please, please” I moan between orgasms.

He asks “Are you ready?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

He goes between my legs and enters me. I almost cum upon his entering. He proceeds to go in and out with his hard, strong manhood. Making love to me, making me cum many times. Finally, he explodes in me, filling me with his cum, as I reach another orgasm.

That’s what I tell the lady police officer. She says “My boyfriend didn’t do that this morning. I’ll call in that I’m going to lunch. Let’s go to your house so you can show me those pictures. I want to verify your story.” She follows to my house. We go in, up the stairs to the bedroom. I show her the vibrator. I take the manila folder from the night stand, hand it to her. She opens it up, reviews the pictures. There are many of them.

“Nice pictures. Now, show me what happened. That’s right, take off your clothes.” I’m a little taken back by this request, but she is a police officer. bodrum escort I don’t want to upset her. Maybe I won’t get a ticket.

I do as requested. Take off my clothes, lie on the bed. She hands me the vibrator. “Show me what you showed him.” I turn the vibrator on, spread my legs, and apply the vibrator. I feel his cum still in me.

She leafs through the pictures again, and watches me. She sets the pictures down.

“Did you say he sucked on your right nipple?”

“Yes he did.”

“Your left one didn’t get any attention?”

“No, it didn’t”.

She kneels down and starts sucking and licking my left nipple. I’ve never been with a woman before and her tongue feels good. The vibrator going, my nipple being sucked and licked. I’m on the verge of orgasm. She keeps sucking and licking and I cum.

She sits up and takes the vibrator from my hand. She starts to use it on me. Pressing it on my clit, holding it there. She takes her other hand and rolls my nipple between her fingers, driving me wild. Vibrator on my clit, nipple being teased and played with. I cum again.

She slides the vibrator in me, in and out, in and out. I’m wet from this, plus there is his cum in me. It slides easily in and out. In and out. I cum again. She leans back down and sucks my nipple. I can’t stand it, and cum again. My body is shaking from the orgasms. One more and she turns the vibrator off, and stands up.

“Okay, I believe there is enough evidence to support your story. There will not be a ticket this time. Besides, those are some nice pictures. My boyfriend better be ready tonight.”

With that, she leaves.

It was great start to what ended up being a very, memorable and happy Valentine’s Day.

It is too late to get to the show. I’ll catch the replay on Wednesday.

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Chapter 5 – Heather takes morning refreshment

It was time to visit Mark’s garden again and do the gardening jobs he had agreed to undertake. Gary was a little nervous. Heather unnerved him a little. What if Mark was there with Heather?

Mark was out but Heather was in, once more in her white dress. Gary wondered if she had panties on this time. He was none too sure about a brassiere either. Nice to sit and chat with a cup of coffee before getting on with the gardening.

Gary picked up his fork and started to walk down the garden.

“Aren’t you a bit over dressed for gardening?”

Gary knew what Heather meant.

“Don’t be shy on my account.”

“No, it’s OK, I don’t have to garden in the all-together.”

“But you said you preferred to and it’s a lovely hot day. Just leave your clothes here.”

It was almost as if he was being told to strip. An easier thing to imagine with a mature, yet rich employer and his young female gardener. How much more was the hourly rate naked? Everyone had their price Gary supposed. The young women gardener prepared to go all the way providing there was ‘no funny business, no touching… nothing more…’ But that would perhaps have its price as well. Or instead the young male gardener being asked, perhaps after a day or two a, “could you stand a little straighter, a little more upright?” A worrying request from the mature employer, perhaps female or maybe male? Would he be prepared to undertake extra duties if the fee was right?

But to Gary it seemed this was all in reverse. Heather was a lot younger. Not a young girl but nonetheless nowhere near coming up to retirement age, thirty or so and with her long fair hair, nicely tanned legs and all – a good looking woman.

Gary obliged, feeling peculiar undressing with a woman watching. He had not done that, he thought, since he was married. With Zoe and Zara he already seemed to be naked when they met. And she was watching.

It was a pleasant day for gardening and as usual Gary worked away with enthusiasm. He was not sure if Heather was watching him much but it felt a little odd again when she appeared to ask if he would like another cup of coffee. She in her dress and he with nothing on at all. Of course he did fancy coffee and they sat by the pond with the fountain playing merrily away and the fish swimming around chatting. Gary finished his coffee and stood to get on with his work.

“Shall we feed the fish again – or would you rather feed me?”

It came out of the blue, nothing she had said had really led up to that, Though perhaps not completely unexpected. The idea was more than attractive. Gary could feel himself firming up.

“Well, which would you rather?”

Gary looked at the fish and then at Heather sitting in her white dress.

“Not much of a contest.”

“Well, come here then.”

Gary moved around the table, moved with his stumpy erection now standing, to the other side of the table by Heather. She reached and fully peeled him, leaving Gary somehow feeling really naked.

“Such a big head – a real knob end, Gary. It’s lovely. I don’t think I’ve seen something quite so solid on a man but there’s just no length to it. elazığ escort Have you tried stretching it?”

Of course Gary had – to no avail. There had been a result, many times when he was young, but not a lengthening. He had come of course – that had been the sole, and pleasant, result of pulling on it.

Heather’s fingers were placed all around his shaft in the indentation below the corona and she pulled as if trying to lengthen it.

“Wouldn’t it be funny, Gary,” she kept pulling, “if suddenly there was a bit of a tearing sound and a further six inches of cock slid out of your body – a magnificent thick, long penis rearing up just for me!”

“I think it might hurt!”

Heather let go. “It is nice, though, Gary, as it is. And it is certainly up for me. I really like it. Squat and firm; as I said, like a Norman tower. Perhaps I should call it Norman! No, I meant Saxon didn’t I – round not square. Does it have a name?”

Gary looked surprised. Do men give their penises names? It had never occurred to him.

“No, not really.”

“Well, time for, let’s stick with Norman. Saxon doesn’t really sound right. Could be ‘Sax’ though! Time for me to get better acquainted with Norman, don’t you think? Does Norman like being kissed?”

Norman certainly did!

So nice to watch Heather’s lips move closer and then plant a kiss right on the end of his knob. Her tongue coming out to tickle it there, another kiss and then the slow sliding of lips over the knob. And back again.

“That’s a lot of knob, Gary, and I know! A real lip stretching knob. A lot for a girl!”

But she was clearly prepared to have another go. Once more the lips parted and the knob absorbed. For most men it can be difficult for them to get their girlfriends or wives to take it all in – take the whole erection into their mouths. The gag reflex is the problem of course. There is a not unreasonable argument that the modern man, the concerned man, the man very aware of women’s needs, should try cock sucking himself just so he knows what he is asking of his girl – after all, there are plenty of women who have said after choking on a penis pushed too far that the man, “should try it himself.” Gary had not tried – he did not see himself as that modern, as men go! He was a bit old fashioned really. But, equally, it was not his problem. No woman was going to choke on the length of his penis. Other men could try sucking to appreciate what a woman can be asked to do – cocks of their own length but he did not need to!

Heather’s lips slipped on down Gary’s shaft until he was fully in her mouth. Lovely for him to see Heather’s face pressed into his curly hair and feel the warmth of her mouth all around his cock.

She began that nice bobbing motion. Lips sliding wetly up and down Gary’s cock, tongue playing when there was room on the up stroke. A full up and down fellation. Lovely – and all Gary had to do was stand there and enjoy the sight and feelings.

“Is that nice Gary. It certainly feels good. Such a smooth, knob, Gary – is it almost bursting with goodness?”

It was certainly getting that way. Heather sat back looking at it for a moment or two, erzincan escort all wet with her saliva before resuming her fellation.

Heather’s tongue licking the knob, up its shiny surface to the top; Heather dropping down a little and sliding her tongue right up the shaft – not once, but again and again; Heather’s tongue flicking at his ball sack – playing with the folds of skin; Heather absorbing one of his testes into her mouth and carefully rolling that around with her tongue.

Lovely to see Mark’s pretty wife but with his own, Gary’s, penis lying along her cheek as she sucked on his ball.

“Well, what have we here, Gary? A result!”

A little bubble of seminal fluid had appeared and was sitting right at the tip of his knob in the little indentation there. Heather settled back and looked at it.

“Let’s see what you taste like. Will I like it or will we be feeding the fish after all? They certainly liked it that time, yeah, quite lapped it up, and I certainly liked seeing you shooting your stuff across the pond. Let’s try and see. Do I like it?”

Ever so slowly Heather moved the tip of her tongue towards Gary’s knob and the little bubble of fluid. A teasing slow motion. Wonderful! Watching her coming closer and closer, her tongue outstretched towards the very tip of his standing penis.

“Mmmm.” The tip of the tongue delved. “Nice and salty. The fishes are going to be unlucky today. I’m going to enjoy this.”

The lips parted and Gary was reabsorbed.

Her hand reaching to gently lift and hold his balls as her mouth worked him. It was clear she was now expecting Gary to deliver.

Gary looked around the garden and smiled. Was he not a lucky chap! What would not do, though, would be for Mark to come home just then and find Gary with his cock stuffed in his wife’s mouth, possibly – and it was not going to be long before that happened – actually coming.

It seemed appropriate – one of those etiquette things – to warn Heather of the imminent spasm with the classic words, “Heather, I’m coming!”

Just so lovely to be pouring his stuff into the woman’s mouth, the first spurt, the strong second and then the third.

Heather pulled away swallowing hard.

“Too much…oh!”

The released penis had just delivered a fourth spurt catching her on the face. Her lips moved and caught the knob again as Gary finished delivering his ejaculation.

“Gary!” Her mouth separated from him.

There was cum on her face, on her lips and when her tongue swept across her lips he could see some in her mouth.

“Fuck, so much! You’re like a geyser! Easier feeding the fish! You’ve certainly fed me!” She was laughing.

Her hand went to her face and her fingers caught the escaped spurt. Lovely to see her bring her fingers to her mouth and suck it from them.

“Well, I won’t need lunch now – will I?”

Gary smiled and moved away towards his gardening fork.

“Come here Gary, you’re still dribbling a bit.”

His rather softer, very sensitive, post orgasmic penis was lifted and sucked again. The tongue almost unbearable for Gary on the sensitive glans as Heather ensured there was not a drop erzurum escort of refreshment wasted.

In fact Heather did have some lunch. She produced a very nice salad when one o’clock came around and they sat by the pool enjoying it.

Standing, after lunch, Gary was pleased to find Heather’s hand reaching and holding him and gently wanking him. He responded. Gary’s reservoir replenished somewhat – he could come again.

“It’s such a lovely little thing.” She was looking closely at it, moving it and playing with it.

Heather played a little and then she too stood and, holding Gary’s penis in her hand, walked him over to the pond. A funny way to be led by a woman!

“Shall we feed the fish again, Gary? I’d like to see you again do that. I’m too full with lunch to have any more.”

So nice to stand there by the pond and be wanked. Heather in her white cotton dress smiling as she watched her hand work. Gary looked at her, at the brown limbs, her brown shoulders and the freckles and the little white straps holding up the dress. Was she wearing panties today? Funny to have seen her sex the other day but not her breasts. Heather’s breasts were close enough to him but hidden in the white cotton – the cotton was thin and as she moved him there was just the slightest swaying movement within the cotton. He did not think she was wearing a brassiere.

Again Gary worried about Mark coming home. What would he think to find Gary naked and with his clothed wife wanking him?

Below him Gary saw the fish were gathering. It could not be at all that they knew what was about to happen, hardly, but the presence of people presumably often meant the arrival of fish food – a handful tossed into the water. Tossed! Ha!

Heather was varying her stroke. Now it was a quick covering of the glans and then a slow peeling back – really pulling back so his knob stood really proud before being covered again.

“Oh, it’s lovely Gary. Just so thick and firm. Come on feed those fish, let’s see it come.”

Her fingers beginning to build up speed, working the man.

And then the ejaculation. Heather aimed well. A first spurt flying and dropping down to the fish and then a powerful second stream really heading out across the pond. Some of the fish turning and swimming towards it as it landed. Gary managing a third almost as far. He was watching, not simply closing his eyes in pleasure but watching what he did and Heather’s hand. A fourth and fifth as the fish darted, turning this way and that.

Free ejaculation in the sunshine – marvellous!

“I’m afraid I’ve got to go out now. Impressive. I did enjoy!” A squeeze from Heather, “And I think the fish did too!” and she was on her way leaving Gary standing by the pond.

Gary smiled as he watched her leave. Time to do some more gardening even if he felt a little tired. Being ejaculated twice in quite swift succession takes it out of a fifty-nine year old man – and he did not just mean the semen! How lovely it had been. The casualness of it all. First a sucking and then a wanking, a very vigorous wanking, and then a spurting. Heather was delightfully sexual – if a bit scary. It had all been her initiating the activity, not Gary, and he had not had to do anything in return – had not so much as laid a finger on that white dress and what lay beneath. It had certainly been an enjoyable day’s gardening. Gary still did not know if she had panties on under that dress. It would have been nice to have found out.

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It was a nice summer day here on the fishing lake. The greenery rustled under the light breeze, ducks quacked somewhere on the horizon, and the locals were few and far in between, creating a relaxing atmosphere. It wasn’t hard to understand why Jan decided to go on a date here, his girlfriend Dora thought as she enjoyed the look of sunrays dancing atop the water. That said, she still felt as if there was a misunderstanding between them. When Jan said they’d come to the lake to relax, Dora envisioned a cozy passtime with fizzy drinks, chaise lounges, and some swimming.

Jan, on the other hand, envisioned a fishing trip where the relating part is simply watching your fishing rod for hours on end, and swimming is prohibited as it’d scare the fish. So while Dora was laying on her chaise lounge in her summer outfit, consisting of a pink T-shirt and tight jeans shorts, Jan was engulfed by his fishing hobby, intricately putting a worm on the hook. The girl’s fishing rod was idly left nearby, its owner not interested in it in the slightest.

And why would she be? They were in their twenties. It was time for having fun and trying exciting new things, not wasting their Saturday waiting for some fish. The surrounding folks seemed to support that theory: there were only three elderly gentlemen throughout this bank, and then a family on the opposite side of the lake, with the kids’ faces clearly showing that it wasn’t their choice to come here. It seemed like fishing wasn’t that popular nowadays.

Anyway, Dora tried to be understanding and patiently waited until that dark-haired, handsome boyfriend finished his task. She could only hope it’d happen before some of those senior citizens attempted to talk to her. They’d have a reason to, since Dora was a very nice sight: she had a cute face with a witty glance that attracted many men around her. Even better was her figure, both feminine and athletic. While the girl’s breasts weren’t the largest, her toned body and taut backside made up for that. Dora’s hair was long and dark, loosely falling on her shoulders and almost covering her eyes in an intriguing fashion. All of that made it even stranger that Jan would ignore her for some fiberglass stick.

“Jan, come on, join me here,” Dora sang in a sweet voice, getting desperate.

“Wait a second, I’m almost finished!” Her man replied, “I’ll cast mine and then help you out.”

Dora rolled her eyes a little, sipping lemonade to keep herself sane.

“Jan,” she said again, smoothly walking towards her boyfriend, “fish won’t go anywhere from this lake, while I might!”

“Just a second,” Jan replied with a kind smile, ignoring all the cues possible, “I’m ready to cast. I didn’t have much practice in recent months, need to remember the motion.”

Jan waved the rod around a little, leading it back and forth through the warm air. Dora stepped away for a second, fearing for her well-being.

“Three, two, one, and…” With a swing of his strong arm, Jan swung the rod backwards before casting it into the water.

Dora was about to let him be, up until she felt a strange pulling sensation. It was her T-shirt, that got caught by the rod’s hook due to Jan’s careless swing.

“Hey, are you…” The dark-haired girl was about to protest, yet it was too late.

The hook suddenly went up. A sound of ripping fabric hit Dora’s ears, and the wind caressed her top, now only covered by a red swimsuit top of questionable modesty. Dora screamed at Jan to let her clothing go, yet the pink T-shirt had already hit the water and disappeared along with the hook.

“Jan!!!” Dora finally exclaimed.

“Shhh,” the man whispered, “you’ll scare the fish!”

Dora could swear she got red from anger. Yet, she promised herself to be understanding, so, sucking it up, the girl continued in an angry whisper:

“My T-shirt. Gone. You’ve ripped it off… And not in the way I’d like to!”

“Sorry,” Jan shrugged, “it was an accident. I’ll get better at casting, I promise.”

“Hopefully it’ll happen before all my clothing is ruined,” Dora humphed.

She crossed her arms under her beautiful, round breasts, making them seem quite large for a moment. Her flat belly served as a nice contrast, showing the girl’s dedication to sports and fitness.

“You do look nice like that,” Jan chucled a little, making Dora even angrier for a second.

“Finally, a complement,” the dark-haired girl replied sarcastically, but it didn’t seem to bother Jan at all.

Dora tried attacking him a couple more times, but that fisher simply apologized and showered her with pleasant words. Not because he wanted to make up for his mistake, but because he meant them. Eventually, Dora found it impossible to be mad at him and went back to her resting spot.

“Alright, I’ll just go read a magazine. You do your caveman providing stuff,” she walked away with her chin up high, “just steer clear of my chaise lounge when swinging that thing, it’s dangerous!”

Jan nodded with yet another sweet diyarbakır escort smile and continued fishing. It went on for some time, he even managed to catch a fish not much smaller than a pinkie! Dora, on the other hand, decided to make the best of her time and lied down to sunbathe. She took off her shorts, revealing her taut, beautiful backside, now only obscured by red panties. The elderly fishers have noticed, landing glances on the girl’s toned body and whispering something to each other with grins. Dora didn’t mind, as she was never ashamed of her figure and didn’t see anything bad in showing off. What the confident girl didn’t realize, however, was that she was about to get more than she bargained for.

“Ready, set, go,” Jan whispered, casting his fishing rod again.

This time, he was careful not to land it somewhere near his girlfriend. What the fisher wasn’t careful about was her shorts, which she left not far from him, resulting in the hook finding its next textile victim and carrying it away into the lake’s depths with a loud splash. Dora didn’t even realize what happened at first. Yet, as she raised her eyes from her magazine, her face once again got red from rage.

“You… You!!!” Dora screamed in a whisper as loud as she could, “You sent my shorts into the lake! How will I go home like this?!”

Jan recognized how furious Dora was getting, yet remained calm and collected. After all, he didn’t see anything bad in his beautiful girlfriend walking around in just a bikini. Her beautiful butt and her long, athletic legs certainly deserved that. He was sorry for her losses, though, and promised to buy her new clothes as soon as he’s able. It didn’t seem to do much, as Dora was still in the moment where both her T-shirt and shorts were a soggy mess at the bottom of the lake, not thinking much about the future.

“The closest clothing shop is miles away from here!” Dora whispered angrily, “I bet if you were the one losing your clothes, you wouldn’t be so calm!”

“Maybe? I’m unsure,” Jan scratched his head, as calm as ever, “honestly, I don’t think it’s that big of a deal.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that!”

With a look of a warrioress, Dora grabbed the fishing rod Jan brought for her and began swinging.

“What are you doing?” Jan couldn’t contain a laugh, his positive attitude prevailing once more.

“I’m making things fair!” Dora smiled devilishly, waving the rod around.

Jan jumped backwards from his vengeful girl, whose eyes were maniacally darting between the shiny hook and his clothes. Three, two, one, swing! No, Dora thought, something went wrong: the rod got stuck against something behind her, not reaching Jan at all.

“Wait, don’t pull it, you’ll…” The fisher said, yet Dora didn’t listen.

In the adrenaline-fueled swing, she pulled the rod with all her might and brought it upwards. A strange clicking sound followed, and suddenly, the girl’s nice breasts felt much more free. The laughter of the elder fishers echoed behind Dora’s back, while on the other bank, a mother closed her children’s eyes with her hands.

“…You’ll rip off your bra,” Jan concluded, trying his best to hide his laughter.

“What?!” Dora exclaimed, hoping it was just a mistake.

Yet her swimsuit top was hanging on the hook, its fabric totally ruined by the girl’s sudden pull. Dora’s cheeks got rosy, this time from embarrassment, as she realized her boobs were now bare and completely free for everybody to look at. With a poor timing as well, as there were now several more people on their bank who arrived while she was sunbathing.

Their eyes were all on Dora, clearly enjoying her beautiful body. Her first instinct was to cover herself up and run away from all this shame. Yet she quickly realized that it would make the situation even dumber. So, mustering up the courage, Dora simply waved to other fishermen with a goofy smile and turned back to her boyfriend, who was still a bit giggly due to her misplaced revenge.

“That’s all your fault!” Dora said, pouting her cheeks.

“Did I make you destroy your top?”

“You were an indirect cause of that, idiot!”

One could think Dora got so mad that it was over for them. Yet Jan, in his positivity, noticed something in her eyes. A playful smirk hid behind her annoyed expression. Dora really hoped he wouldn’t see it, as she herself had issues coming to terms with it. Despite this date going wrong in all ways possible, she was having fun. Fishing was boring, but getting stripped naked near the lake in full view of everybody fishing around her? That certainly was a unique passtime.

“Well, that’s what I get for coming here with you,” Dora crossed her arms once more, highlighting her bare boobs with a dramatic frown, “I’ll know better next time.”

“Oh, come on, it’s not so bad. At least it’s not ice fishing,” Jan giggled, causing Dora to give him a playful shove.

“Alright, I’ll go sunbathe again, at least my back edirne escort won’t have tanlines this time.” Dora turned around and walked back to the chaise lounge, her breasts hypnotically jiggling with each step.

“You look beautiful,” Jan couldn’t contain his joy, savoring every second of his girlfriend’s nudity.

“Well, good to know there’s at least something positive about all this,” Dora sighed and lied down on her belly, exposing her back to the sun.

Jan continued with his hobby, while Dora did her best to seem angry and not giggle due to all these idiotic events. Her cheeks were burning from a mixture of shame and excitement, her body was full of nervous energy, and there was a strange tingling between her legs that only got stronger the more Dora spent like this. A couple folks passed by, one even greeting Dora and wishing her a nice day. At some point, the dark-haired gal even turned around, now letting the sun (and everyone around the lake) observe her beautiful boobs. Jan cast a couple more times, thankfully with no incidents, yet soon had to call his girlfriend himself.

“What is there? Can’t you see I’m desperately trying to salvage this horrible date?” Dora raised the magazine from her face.

“Sorry for interrupting you, but I need help here. The hook’s stuck against something.”

“And what do you want me to do?”

“I mean, you wanted to swim, right?” Jan asked with a grin.

“I swear, if that stick causes me problems ONE MORE TIME…” Dora got up and walked towards the edge.

The fishing line extended underwater and was clearly stuck, so Jan couldn’t do much to retrieve it. Dora assessed the situation, bending over and letting her tits freely bounce along with her moves.

“See? It’s stuck,” Jan pointed at the line, which was desperately twitching, “maybe you wanna take a dip to set it free? I’m afraid I might tear it apart if I pull harder.”

“Oh, just what would you do without me?” Dora accidentally let a smile slide on her face, but quickly corrected herself with a stern tone, “alright, I’ll do it, or else we’ll be here for the entire week. I’d hate to waste more time here.”

“Sure,” Jan shrugged.

Dora dove with a loud splash, enjoying the cool water engulfing her topless figure. She quickly identified the issue: the hook just got caught in-between some old planks of wood, which seemingly belonged to a long-lost pier. With a couple of moves, Dora freed the fishing lane and signaled “ok” to her boyfriend, who looked as happy as a child getting a new toy.

“Okay, you can come out now.”

“I… I can’t!” Dora suddenly replied, feeling something keeping her in place.

It turned out to be her swimsuit bottom: while the unwilling nudist was dealing with the unlucky hook, the planks caught the fabric and now refused to let go.

“Oh, come on already!” Dora exclaimed in sheer anger, trying her best to free her panties.

“Grab my hand!” Jan said, as she was very close to the edge and he could reach her with no issues.

The two combined efforts and did their best, yanking time and time again to let the unlucky girl come back to the shore. Three, two, one, success! The couple pulled at the same time, resulting in Dora jumping out of the water and landing right on top of her boyfriend.

“Whew,” Dora wiped the water off her bangs, “I thought I’ll be stuck here forever. Thanks!”

“Yeah, no problem…” Jan stopped as he saw his girlfriend.

It wasn’t only because she was stunningly beautiful to him, but more due to the fact that Jan could see her bare feminine hips, round buttcheeks, and even her tight and alluring pussy, now only covered by a carefully trimmed line of pubic hair. It took him a second to realize that panties must’ve gotten ripped off, and while they managed to get them out, they flew right off during Dora’s jump.

“What?” Dora asked as she got up, “what are you staring a…”

There was a long, silent pause as the girl looked down at herself to see her figure. A beautiful, sporty, and completely naked figure that was now viewed by a dozen people around her. Jan prepared his complements once more and tightly grabbed the rod, fearful that Dora might start breaking things in the fit of anger. The girl stood there for a second, just letting the water droplets run down her smooth curves, and then…

“Oh my God!” Dora suddenly shouted with a fit of cheerful, loud laughter, “I can’t fucking believe it!”

Jan joined in as well, chuckling at the absurdity of the situation. The mask of an angry and uninterested girl Dora crafted for herself now dropped down with the last bits of her clothing, revealing her true view of today’s date. Ashamed, angered, and humiliated, she was still having the time of her life. Never before did Dora feel something like this, and she thanked Jan for every bit of today’s experience.

“How do these things even happen?!” Dora placed a hand on her forehead, continuing to laugh along with her edirne escort bayan man.

“The fate finds its ways,” Jan winked at her, unable to stop staring at his sexy, naked girlfriend.

When the couple finally stopped giggling, they had a dinner in-between the trees, enjoying the sandwiches made by Jan as well as each other’s company. Dora sat on her chaise lounge with her legs far apart, letting everybody enjoy the look of her naked body. The food felt nice after that brief skinny dip of hers, but the feeling of other people passing by and seeing her nakedness felt even better. Then, she finally gave up and let Jan show her how to cast the fishing rod. It wasn’t that bad, even if the most enjoyment was had by the spectators observing the nude girl jiggling her bits while waving the rod around. In a fit of sheer luck, Dora even managed to catch a fish that was bigger than all of those Jan saw today.

“Watch and learn!” The girl proudly stated then, shaking her butt with her rightful catch in her hands.

As they had a fun and exciting time, Jan accidentally tripped over one of his girlfriend’s sandals and kicked it forward, sending it flying towards the lake.

“I… Apologies,” he giggled, “I’m sure we can catch it, it’s just…”

Dora stopped him as he tried to reach the swimming shoe. Then, the naked girl grabbed her other sandal and threw it into the lake with all her force, a playful grin on her lips.

“That’s how you do it, newbie,” the girl stuck out her tongue, teasing her boyfriend, who couldn’t even come up with a response due to all of this horny excitement.

Dora read this in his eyes and victoriously strode away, her bare feet getting blacker with each step on the wet ground. Jan got a couple more chances to ogle his girlfriend while they were collecting their things, as Dora used every possible opportunity to bend over and show off her pussy. Yet, nothing could last forever, and soon they had to go back. The two walked holding their hands under the sunset rays, passing more than a dozen folks on their way to the main road.

Dora’s nudity seemed to cause a lot of excitement for everybody around her, yet she didn’t even seem to notice, only looking at Jan with a loving gaze. Soon, they saw the pavement, which meant it was time to come up with a plan that they both didn’t want to talk about. It felt great for Dora to be naked, yet going home this way wasn’t an option.

“Wouldn’t I get arrested if I showed up like this in a public place?” Dora wondered, feeling her nipples get hard the moment she entertained this thought.

Prominvia was a freedom-loving country, here you could get away with a lot of things that would be unthinkable in the rest of the world. Yet Dora was still not ready to test it with public nudity. Especially after she saw a police car near the edge of the road.

“I mean, you could wait while I buy you new clothes…” Jan thought.

“That’d take hours! I’d have to wait here until tomorrow.”

“Sure, but I’m afraid there aren’t many other options… Although, if I recall correctly, I brought a fishing net. I totally forgot about it in the… Heat of the moment.”

“A net?!” Dora’s eyes got round, both due to Jan’s dedication to his craft and his audacity.

“Yeah… It doesn’t cover much, but legally, you won’t be naked.”

“I suppose we’ll have to take the chance, then.”

Jan complied in a moment, “dressing” his girlfriend in this makeshift dress that barely made any difference. Then, he called her a taxi and proposed they move forward, as they still had to be on the road for the driver to notice them. There were several people standing on the roadside, seemingly waiting for a bus. As they noticed Dora, a wave of laughter and cheering rolled throughout the little crowd, with the girl simply grinning and winking in response. Yeah, she told them silently, I am almost-naked in public, and that’s how I choose to be.

“Now that’s dedication to fishing!” An old man said to his teen grandson, pointing at the net, “see? She’s not even afraid to put her body on the line, quite literally!”

One of the fishers approached Jan and touched Dora’s “dress”. The nudie was afraid he might go out of line, but instead the broad-shouldered man simply complimented Jan on his choice of tools and asked whether he could buy a net this nice. This quickly turned into a blizzard of fishing-specific words Dora didn’t understand and wasn’t interested in hearing. Oh, men, she thought, even a naked chick isn’t enough to stop them from thinking about their hobbies.

Finally, the taxi arrived. Making sure the police officer wasn’t arresting her (despite staring VERY intently) Dora exchanges goodbyes with her boyfriend.

“You know, I think despite all, it was…”

Jan didn’t have a chance to finish his sentence. Dora pressed his body against her own and kissed him, slowly putting her tongue inside his mouth and letting his tongue do the same. It was like a dance, their tongues caressing each other with great pleasure. After a passionate kiss, Dora licked her lips and ordered Jan to call her again.

“Damn, boy, where did you even find a girl like that?” The balding, bulky man asked while Dora proudly went to the taxi, her feminine parts bounching in the rhythm of her steps.

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Just as sleep starts to take me, I feel him climb into bed, his arms circling me briefly. His hands rubbing at my wrists, pulling me, until I am lying face-down. The sharp sound of the handcuffs ratcheting, encasing my wrists, brings me fully awake. He growls, deep in his throat as he slips a blindfold over my eyes, and says, “We are going out…get up!”

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” my voice quivers as an icy shiver runs along my spine.

The sound of his hand slicing the air, just a breath before I feel the sharp sting, the sound of his hand striking my bare ass. It drives the breath from my lungs, no air left to even scream as my ass is lit on fire.

His hands grab me and pull me from bed, my feet barely under me before he pulls me across the room. I am naked, bare footed and shaking with fear. What is he doing, where could he be taking me at this late hour?

Disoriented in my own house, I am tugged along after him. The icy coolness of the summer evening makes my nipples tighten, harden, they tingle and itch. He pushes me up against the car, in the driveway, in full view of the street, of the neighbours. I open my mouth to protest, to demand that he take me back inside, but instead, find my mouth stuffed with fabric. The sharp tang of something on my tongue, soft fabric filling my mouth, I start to gag when …

He slaps at my hard nipples, his open palm striking my heaving breasts over and over again. The sound of those smacks interrupted by the noise of tires on pavement, the slowing of an engine. The cheers of people in the car. Tears start to spill from under the blindfold, hot shameful tears, coursing over my cheeks as he bends to suck a pert nipple into his mouth, his teeth tearing at the base, my body writhing on the car, ass grinding backwards as I try to escape.

The sound of car doors slamming, then footsteps drawing closer.

“Hey, mind if we watch?” a deep male voice inquires.

His teeth drag at my nipple, pulling it up and away from my breast before it slips out, the pain ripping through me. My feet beating a tattoo in the driveway as I dance from tiptoe to tiptoe.

He sucks the drool noisily back into his mouth and answers, “You may watch, you may even touch if you wish.”

I grunt against the gag in my mouth, shaking my head in denial, my hair flying from side to side.

“Are you sure it’s ok, we don’t want to get in any trouble. You are not kidnapping her or anything are you?” the voice sounds young, almost tinged with concern.

He answers, “Oh, you won’t get in any trouble, and no I am not kidnapping her, if you doubt that she is enjoying this, just dip your fingers into her greedy pussy and feel. I bet she is sopping wet already.”

I howl into the gag, leaning back onto the car, trying to melt into the cold metal. Two fingers run up and down my slit, teasing me. My traitorous pussy lips swelling, quickly parting under the pressure of those probing fingers. He plunges both into my greedy hole, and omg….yes they slide in so easily. My face turning a deep crimson, mortified that a stranger gets to see how aroused I have become, how eagerly my body responds to the torment.

His voice resonates through me as he leans in close and whispers in my ear, “This will be a special night, one you won’t ever forget.”

Shaking, feeling goose bumps raise on my flesh, my nipples tweaked by warm hands, pulled and twisted, fingers probing deeper into the folds of my pussy, scraping at my slick walls, strong vaginal muscles pulling at them, urging them deeper, and all I can do is moan into the gag, shudder as my body takes its pleasure.

The sound of a vehicle approaching, it too slowing and stopping and the sound of more car doors opening and closing. All I want to do is shrink into the metal at my back, become part of the car.

Whispered words that I cannot hear. Then the fingers in my pussy are pulled out and the sound of someone licking the juices from them carries on the air. I arch against the car, my ass wriggling on the metal, warmed as it sucks the heat from my flesh.

I am turned roughly and bent over the hood of the car, my nipples scraping the cold metal, shivering from head to toe, I close my legs, squeezing my thighs together, denying any entrance. The hand cuffs are released and before I can flex the stiffening muscles, both arms are gripped by strong hands. I am steered out the driveway, naked as the day I was born and the cold icy finger of fear takes hold of me.

Almost glad of the soft gag in my mouth, as I am sure that my teeth would be chattering if not for the fabric stuffed inside. I am lifted straight up and I can feel the soft sway of the vehicle. My mind casts about, trying to identify where I am, it must be the bed of a truck. I am led forward, the uneven flooring of the truck making me stumble, but those hands will not let me fall.

First my left arm is lifted, high above my head and a strap is fastened around it, then my right. I am puzzling bayburt escort out what I am being strapped to, when my legs are guided apart, teased apart as a hand runs the length of my pussy, my wilful body responding again.

I groan into the gag as my legs are pulled wide and I can feel straps fastened to my ankles, my body resting slightly forward, my chest on a solid surface while my breasts sway freely. All of a sudden I realize that I am trussed up in the shape of an X. Arms wide and up to either side, legs pulled and held apart, and with a feeling of panic, I start to struggle in the bonds. Fear making me forget to breathe, I thrash against the bindings, every muscle standing out as I pull and tug.

A series of spanks on my ass cheeks settling me, my struggles forced from me, my breath coming at last, great heaving gasps as I pull air in through my nose. Leaning heavily forward, the smacks on my ass continue, a series of blows covering me from upper buttock to just above my knees, no longer trying to get away, but melting into the structure that holds me upright and spread.

His voice in my ear again, “I do so love it when you struggle my pet, you make such a lovely target, and your ass glows so wonderfully.” his hand runs across the weals that crisscross my ass, and I moan into the gag. He leans closer still, so that his hot, wet breath oozes into my ear with his words, “One more adornment and then I think we can be on our way. Take a deep breath, you are going to need it.”

His hand glides up and down the well exposed crack of my ass, his fingers probing gently as they graze across that pulsing little brown mouth, seemingly hungering to be fed. His fingers leave my ass and as I take a deep breath, the slick feeling of oil is run along my crack, his fingers working it into my tight back door and the realization of what is about to happen turns the blood coursing quickly through my veins to run cold. Struggling once again, I pull and squirm, trying to free myself, my head shaking in denial, and then….

The plug is pressed to my bum-hole, the pressure increasing as I writhe on the cross, my breasts aching, nipples tingling as my body, my wanton and greedy body awaits the intrusion of the plug that pushes its way inside. My ass stretching to accept the thick plug, the oils making my skin slick, so that it slides almost too easily into the elastic ring. The burning pain, the stretched skin, the muscles as they convulse on the foreign object, and my lungs bursting with the need to scream.

My pussy gushing its own sweet lubricants as the plug holds my ass wide, stretched impossibly wide, and time stands still, right here in this moment. The pressure of the hand that pushes the plug into my ass, and the tension of my sphincter as it struggles to hold back the huge phallic object, until with a grunt, he pushes, wriggling the plug around in a circle, and with an audible ‘plop’ it finally breaks through to settle inside me. I can feel the soft tickling of the attached tail as my entire body starts to shake and shudder, my groans loud, even through the gag, as I cum, right there…cum all over my thighs, feeling it dripping, hot and wet. Shame at my reaction quickly following the orgasm, and I slump in my bonds as silent sobs wrack my body with a new batch of quivers.

His voice in my ear once more, “That’s my good girl, that’s the way my beautiful pet, cum like the slut you are.” His voice fades, leaving me weak and wanton, until the sound of the paddle breaks through, once more lighting up the nerves in my ass, turning my flesh to crimson once more. He continues as I gasp and try to catch a breath, “I am going to take your blindfold off so that you can see where we are going.” and with that he tugs it over my head.

I blink in the darkness, eyes stinging from the recently shed tears, and take a moment to look at my surroundings. I am trussed to a cross, standing in the back of a pick-up truck, naked, and there are several people staring up at me. Their eyes are bright, with excitement and I see one hand stroking the front of his pants as he leers at my body.

He jumps down from the truck and I hear the tailgate slamming shut. Within moments the truck starts to move, driving forward, through the streets of the neighbourhood where I live and I groan into the gag, my eyes darting back and forth. Saved only by the lateness of the hour, there are few people still out at this time of night, and thankfully, I don’t recognize anyone.

I can hear the wolf whistles, the cat calls and the general laughter of all who bear witness to my drive of shame. It seems like forever until we turn into a side street, in an area of town that I am not familiar with, and the truck finally lurches to a stop.

I am left standing there, exposed to the night sky, shivering as the sweat and cum dries on my body. Finally I feel the movement under my feet, as they shift in the cab, I watch as the doors open and he climbs out. The driver bilecik escort is someone I have never seen before and he grins up at me, “Well now, did you enjoy your personal parade through the streets, I know from the amount of cars that followed us, that you were a hit.”

I try to turn my head, to see who may be behind me, bearing witness to the soft swish of that tail as my sphincter muscle clenches tight on the plug. But I can’t turn enough to see, the sound of honking horns turns me to a quivering shell as I see the flash of a camera, forever capturing the indignity of my position.

He jumps into the back of the truck, running his hands over my aching bottom, fingering the raised welts, then he tugs on the plug, ensuring that it is still tightly held in place. He reaches around me and pulls the gag from my mouth, “I think the crowd would like to hear you as well as see you.”

I lick my parched lips, feeling the saliva building in my mouth, and stare horrified at the scrap of fabric in his hand. It is a pair of my panties, out of my laundry hamper, the ones he made me wear after making love to me last night. No wonder I thought I could taste cum on my gag. Swallowing hard, I finally trust my voice to ask, “Where are we? Why are you doing this?” and with eyes wide, “What are you going to do to me?”

His deep laugh resonates in the air, “My pet, we are at a very special club. I am doing this because I know deep down, you are thoroughly enjoying yourself, and to answer the what, you will find out soon enough.”

I can feel the movement of the truck as someone else climbs into the back. Unable to see behind me, I am startled into a loud gasp as lips start to suckle at my neck. My scream rings out as teeth sink into that tender flesh at juncture of neck and shoulder, tearing into me, marking my skin.

The cross is tipped backwards so that I am suspended and I am passed to a waiting crowd that has gathered around the truck. A moment of weightlessness as the cross is held aloft, then a soft thud as I am placed upright once again. My range of vision only allowing to see what is directly in front of me, so I cannot tell where I am, or who is here with me. I quiver on the cross, my heavy breasts swinging free, pointed tips aching.

The cross has been outfitted with wheels, it glides across the parking lot and through the gate into an open courtyard. As I look around, I see that the courtyard is surrounded by balconies. And on every balcony is a couple, men and women, men and men, women and women, threesomes and moresomes, all staring down at me. There is a tightness in my chest and I am wishing for the blindfold once more. The tightness becomes a critical point, focusing my mind on the fact that I think I am going to explode. His voice in my ear reminding me, “Breathe my pet, just breathe.”

The tightness slowly dissipates as I fill my lungs with the cool night air. Concentrating on breathing, closing my eyes, willing my body to relax, every muscle tightly coiled and aching from the effort. He whispers, “Open your eyes, play to your audience, they want to see you.”

I am left in the centre of the courtyard. As I let my eyes wander in my limited field of vision, I see that there are other women here, all around the edges, similarly bound and on display. The sound of a whip breaking the air, the sharp crack as it kisses flesh and the howl of agony making me visibly shake. I can only imagine her pain, at least I hope that I will only have to imagine it.

There is a general murmur through the crowd and I look up to see a naked man standing alone on a balcony, microphone in hand, cock in his other hand. His cock seems to be larger than the microphone and I suck in an appreciative gasp.

Silence follows and then he starts to speak:

“Welcome to the official opening of National Nude Day. It is a day we look forward to all year, and as the clock is fast approaching midnight, we have 24 hours of revelry to look forward to. Thank you to all of our very willing and exotic slaves, there are 24 of them in the arena. One for every hour of the day. And now…let the festivities begin…”

There is a loud drum roll and the sound of applause from every area of the arena. A blast of a trumpet, then a volley of fireworks that bathes the many naked bodies with pretty colours. A general noise erupts as everyone starts talking, the sound of requests being hollered from the balconies…and then another announcement…

“Masters, start working your slaves, the auction will start at 8 am, and you must deliver your slave to the winning bidder by 10 am.”

The shock of the statement is evident in my eyes. He leans in close and kisses my lips, then whispers, “You are going to fetch a high bid tonight, I can tell by the way the crowd hushed as you were wheeled in, and I have secured you the centre of the arena. I sent in a video of you as you were masturbating and they loved it…this is a closed club, we were lucky to bingöl escort have been invited. Make sure you give them a good show.”

He slaps my ass as he walks away. I can see him as he approaches a booth along one wall. He is smiling as he comes back carrying what looks like a tool box. He runs his nails down my back, raking lines of red on my pale flesh. His hand wanders lower, tugging at my tail, making me squirm on the cross, my tits swollen with desire, my puffy pussy lips draping open as a fresh stream of cum pours out.

He moves to stand in front of me, slowly opening the tool box and I gasp as I see what is inside, It is an assortment of toys, paddles, clamps and stuff that I can not even put a name to. Time seems to stand still, I can hear the sounds of paddles and whips striking flesh all around me. The high pitched keening of the screams, the low groans of orgasm, the cheers of the crowd, and as I inhale, the heady scent of sex on the wind.

“Just keep smiling my pet, and cum as needed.” he smiles at me, standing up he grabs the back of my head, a fistful of hair as he angles my mouth to his. He kisses me, such passion that for a moment it is just me and my Master. Alone, sharing a kiss.

He let’s go of my hair, and lowers his lips to my right nipple, tearing into it, sucking hard, making it swell, throb in his mouth. He quickly moves to my left nipple, duplicating the process, my hips grinding forward, thrusting at the warmth of the wood. He snaps a clamp onto each nipple, my howl pealing out into the night, overshadowing the screams of the arena.

His hand moves to rub my swollen button, as his other holds the cruel clamp in front of me. I beg him quietly, “No, please don’t, no, I can’t stand that. You know I hate it when you do that to me.” a tear tracks over my cheek as he ignores my pleas, bends down and lets the cold metal bite into my throbbing clit.

A loud whistle of appreciation as my body spasms, the pain making me shake, the entire cross quaking as I writhe and grind on the wood. He quickly threads a chain through the three clamps, tethering them together and then to add to the pain, he hangs a weight from the chain. It pulls and drags on all three of my most sensitive bits.

He stands back, smiling at me as my body adjusts to the clamps, the sharp pain dulling to an ever present ache, my hips looking like they are trying to fuck the juncture of the cross as I twist my wrists in an effort to get free. He licks his lips, then dips down into the box once more and comes up with a gleaming metal hook, the girth of the ball at the end looking like a bowling ball, my mind coming up with a recently seen picture of exactly where that hook is intending to go.

I scream, “Nooooooo!”

He walks around behind me, yanks the plug free and without a moment’s hesitation starts to press that bulbous hook to my ass. He presses hard, sliding it down momentarily to lube it at my pouring pussy, then drags it back up, the slippery oils making it glide over my skin. He pushes, and as my ass opens, he holds it in place at the widest point and reaches forward to tug at the chain, the pain erupts, fresh as the clamps bite in deeper, the pinched flesh of nipples and clit on fire. He pushes the ball home, and let’s go. The hook dancing obscenely as I cum…orgasming from the pain, screaming, I hear the mixed screams of the others in pain, in pleasure…and as it finally wanes I slump forward, glad of the straps holding me upright.

He sits on the tool box, watching me, smiling as I finally open my eyes, look at him, silently begging to be taken home. His grin is wide as he stands, reaches into the box and comes out with a length of rope. He starts to wind it around one heavy breast, until when I look down, it is jutting up and out, turning red as the circulation is cut off. He then runs it over my shoulder, and pulling my head back he ties it to my hair, runs it down through the loop on the hook, back to my hair and down to wrap it tightly around my other breast.

I can only look up, see a few of the balconies, every movement of my head pulling at my ass, my breasts as they swell, my nipples chained to my clit and every part of me on fire. His tongue runs along my cheek, snaking into my open mouth, he tugs at the chain again and swallows my scream. Sealing his lips to mine, breathing in as I exhale my lungs into his.

He stands back, rubs at his crotch, pressing the fabric of his pants to the bulging outline of his hard cock. My eyes devouring him, body so attuned to his that I can almost feel his hard hot length at my pussy lips. OMG! What is it that I do feel at my swollen lips, tugging at my clamped clit? I try to look down, the hook in my ass pulling up sharply, making me wince, I stare up again, breathing slowly as fingers part my folds. He stands and watches, as I am handled, inspected, by unseen hands.

The sound of the whip, too close, and then the strip of heat as it lashes at my ass. It wraps around me, kissing at the sides of my breasts, each stroke sending a warning as it whistles, a mere breath before it kisses my flesh. My head held back, my mouth wide as I scream at the agony, the whip dancing on my skin, striping me, my pale flesh like a neon beacon of lines.

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The following story was cobbled together from some of my experiences and those of a close friend. For my part there was indeed a Magda in my life who taught me the wonders of oral sex. The rest of our relationship is based on an experience my friend had with his physiotherapist. Both experiences have generously benefited from our collective imaginations and desires.

The overriding theme of all my stories is exhibitionism and voyeurism. Please be aware though, that I will touch a lot of other bases as well, as this story runs its course. If you are offended by explicit, overt sex, sex between family members, bi or lesbian sex, then maybe it’s best you move on. Lastly, there are no characters under the age of 18 in this story. I say this to avoid having each the character declare his or her age in the dialogue. I have a number of chapters already written that I am currently revising, so you won’t have to wait too long for new installments. I really had fun writing this story because it incorporates so many of my favourite reading topics and I really hope you enjoy it.

*****

School was out and I was finally done with it, at least until the fall when I would start university. Sadly though, there would be no lazing around for me this summer. The fact was, I needed a summer job.

My parents were very protective of me, especially my mother and they kept me working hard to get top grades and consistently make the honor role each year. This left me little time for socializing because, even in summer, they’d have me in geek camps and enriched summer school. Meeting girls, even though it was a priority for me, hardly ever happened. To make things worse, I was paralyzed with shyness around them and so I was usually out of luck when I did meet someone. I did manage to date a few girls as a teenager but I never made it too far in the love department.

My mother, father, twin sister and I all lived in a nice part of town. Our home was a good size in an older urban area that was quiet but still close enough to downtown. Most of our neighbours were professionals or business types that tended to keep to themselves. Either that, or they were just too busy I supposed.

It was a terrific area to live in, the place where I would forge my few lifelong friendships. More importantly, I would learn more about sex and women there than any other place in my life. It was Monday morning and already my mom was in my room shaking my foot to wake me up.

“What are you doing?” I moaned half asleep. “It’s Monday and school’s out, this should be my day off. Can’t I sleep in a bit for a change?”

“Nice try kiddo,” she laughed, “there will be time enough to sleep in on the weekend, that is if you’re not working weekends. Right now you need to get up and start looking for a job.”

I knew better than to argue with her, there was no way I was ever going to win. Besides, if I pushed back too hard she’d only bring my dad down on me. In those days you did as you were told or you got the business end of a belt.

Dragging myself out of bed, I stumbled to the bathroom to take a shower. I soaped myself all over, taking the necessary time to stroke my always-stiff cock until I came. It was a good, strong orgasm and I watched my cum hit the shower door and drooled downward, mingling with the soapsuds.

Feeling relieved, at least for another few hours, I cleaned up and went back into my room to get dressed. It seemed I was constantly horny in those days and I would masturbate four to six times daily, sometimes more.

As I descended the stairs to the kitchen I wondered to myself just how I was going to find a job. I had never worked a day in my life, for a salary that is. My whole life up to then had been extreme academia and this would be my first summer off. My breakfast of bacon and eggs lay waiting as I sat down at the kitchen table. My sister Jan was already there eating and she watched as I wolfed my food down.

“So what are your plans?” Mom asked.

“I thought I’d make the rounds of all the stores and restaurants around here and see if anyone is hiring,” I answered.

“Good luck with that,” my sister interrupted, “you should have done that a month ago like I did, there won’t be any jobs left now.”

“OK, you try that then,” Mom said to me, “I might have something for you to do at Magda’s house but you’ll still need a job to fall back on after that’s done.”

I left the house and headed to the commercial district in our area. Jan’s remark was still on my mind and it really pissed me off. Her so-called job was just an internship in some dumb marketing office. We were twins and although she was thirty minutes older than me, her life had taken the same path, education, education and more education. She had been cloistered into academia by our parents just like me.

She was a little less inept than me at the social graces though, since she did have a few close friends. But she was much more naïve than I about the opposite sex, if that were possible.

As I walked, balıkesir escort I thought about how Mom mentioned some work for me at Magda’s. Magda Poulski was our next-door neighbour and a friend of my mother’s. Her husband had died of a heart attack a few years earlier, so she now lived alone. She was nice and always treated the neighbourhood kids well. There were times when I felt she had a special smile, just for me. I didn’t know what she did for a living but there were always people coming and going from her house.

Having completed my rounds of all the businesses in the area I returned home just after lunchtime. My mother had set out a sandwich for me with some chips and a drink. I was famished and devoured it all in record time.

“So how did it go?” Mom asked.

“OK,” I said, “I filled out six applications and a couple looked like they might be interested in hiring me as a stock boy or helper.”

“Good. I’m proud of you. You handled that like a man.”

Wow, I thought to myself, she never complemented me that way before. I was feeling pretty good about myself.

“So what about the work at Mrs Poulski’s,” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she said, “good thing you reminded me. You have to go to her house today at three and talk to her about it. I think she needs some painting done.”

At three o’clock on the nose, I was at Mrs Poulski’s door. I was about to knock when the door opened and out came a middle aged man in a suit followed by Mrs P. She was wearing a white two-piece uniform like a medical technician.

“Oh Rick,” she said, catching sight of me, “you’re very punctual, please come in.”

I followed her into her home passing her living room to the left and what appeared to be an office like a doctor’s examining room on the right. We continued straight into the kitchen where she stopped and turned to face me.

“So Rick, I have a lot of work for you if you’re capable and available that is. First, I need my basement cleaned out and painted and then my back yard is a disaster; it needs a major cleanup as well as some garden work and re-turfing. Lastly, I have several pieces of furniture that I would like spruced up with some repairs and refinishing. Can you handle all that?”

“Holy cow,” I said, “I didn’t know you had that much work to be done, this could take me all summer. There isn’t anything you mentioned, though, that I don’t think I can handle. My dad prides himself on his ability to do handiwork, as he calls it and I’ve been helping him ever since I was big enough to hold tools. I don’t think I’ll have any trouble but you can bet my dad will steer me straight, if I do need help.”

“That’s great,” she said with that special wide smile, “You can start by taking notes and talking over a price with your dad tonight. We can meet again tomorrow morning and come to terms, say around ten-thirty.”

I agreed and after wandering around the basement and the back yard I took the kind of notes I new my dad would want and then I headed back home. That night I went over everything with my dad and we came to an amount of $1,200 plus materials, for everything but the furniture. I would have to figure those out when she knew more about what she wanted. Mrs P was getting one heck of a deal but she was a friend of the family and I was happy to help. Besides, I didn’t need to look for a job any more.

The next morning I went over at ten-thirty sharp and pitched her the deal. She was delighted with my offer. She said that other contractors had been there earlier and quoted her as much as $5,500 without the furniture.

“I realize you’re working for very little and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” she said, “since my husband passed away it’s been difficult getting by with only my physiotherapy practice. This will really help, thank you.”

We agreed that I would begin the following morning by cleaning out the basement and the next day I was back over right after breakfast. Before I could knock, Mrs P opened the door and said good morning.

After I entered, she handed me a key. “This is the key to the back door, you’ll need to be able to come and go as you require during the day. I won’t always be available to let you in and sometimes I’m out on business.”

“Thanks,” I said, “that will be handy.”

“Another thing,” she added, “my name is Magda, please call me that. I hate being called Mrs Poulski or Mrs P. OK?”

“You got it Mrs… Magda,” I responded.”

The first day was a back breaker. There were dozens of heavy boxes to sort out, not to mention furniture to move out of the way or store elsewhere. I would need extra room to work in, during the prep and paint phase. The whole day I carried boxes and items up the long flight of stairs, through the house and out to the garage. Before I knew it, it was lunchtime and as I cleaned up in the basement Magda called down to me.

“Rick, I’ve put out a bowl of soup and a sandwich for you if that’s OK?”

“I think my mom is expecting me home so bartın escort I’ll call just in case,” I responded.

When I called, Mom she said it would be fine if I ate at Magda’s since she hadn’t started my lunch yet. I went upstairs into the kitchen where Magda sat at a glass breakfast table waiting for me.

“My mom hadn’t started my lunch yet so I can eat here,” I said as I sat down and looked at her. “How long have you been doing physiotherapy?”

“Oh for a long time now,” she answered, “I started as a massage therapist and graduated to full physio after I became certified eight years ago. Then, with the help of my late husband, I opened this shop three years later.”

“So I guess you like it then.”

“More than anything,” she responded, “there’s nothing like helping people by removing pain from their lives or helping an athlete exceed his or her goals.”

“Wow that sounds great,” I said. I winced as I shifted in my chair.

“What’s wrong?” Magda asked.

“Oh just a few sore muscles from emptying the basement. I’ll be fine after a nice hot shower tonight,”

“Come and see me before you leave,” she said, “I can help you more than just a shower.”

“Oh no, that’s OK,” I objected, “I’ll be fine, it’s just a few sore muscles.”

“Just the same I want to talk to you before you leave today Rick, please,” she insisted.

The rest of the afternoon was even more grueling than the morning and I had only cleared a fraction of the basement. I was dog tired and a bit depressed as I stopped by Magda’s office to say good-bye.

“Well that’s it for today Magda,” I said, “there’s still a mountain of work left down there, so I’ll see you again in the morning.”

“Wait right there young man,” Magda called out as she made her way from her office.

“Is there something wrong Magda?”

“No, I just want to have another look at you before you leave,” she replied. “You were in pain earlier and I want to check you out, make sure you’re not overdoing it.”

My shirt and shorts were soaked through with sweat and covered in dust. I stood still as she probed my back and shoulders and every so often she would hit a sore spot that would make me wince. She did a quick standing massage on my back, neck and shoulders. It made me feel fantastic. Then she told me to bring a change of clothes with me the next day and she would do more work on me before I left. I thanked her and headed home for that long awaited shower.

The next morning every muscle in my body hurt as I showered and dressed before heading to Magda’s. This time I packed a fresh shirt and shorts as she had asked. When I arrived at the house there was no answer at the door so I used my key to get in and went straight to the basement. Again the work was backbreaking as I rearranged furniture and boxes into some semblance of order. Then I moved one heavy box at a time up to the temporary storage in the garage.

As lunchtime arrived there was still no Magda as I closed up and went home for lunch. Around one-thirty I returned to continue working and I saw Magda’s car in the driveway. I entered through the back door again and went directly to the basement and continued working. All through the day I could hear movement upstairs and the sounds of people coming and going. Around two-thirty Magda came down to the basement to bring me a cold drink.

“Hi Rick,” she said with her usual cheery smile, “wow, look at all the work you’ve done, I don’t recognize the place. You know you’ve got to slow down a little, this is a lot of work for one person and I don’t want you hurting yourself. You have the whole summer to get it done.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” I said, “to tell the truth, I can really feel it now. Maybe I’ll take your advice and it in a little.”

“Stop by and see me before you leave,” she asked, “I want to check you out again.”

By the end of the day it seemed like there was no end to the work, not to mention the pain and fatigue. For all my effort, to me the place still didn’t look like I had made that much of a difference. I walked by Magda’s office on my way out and this time she called me in.

“So how are you feeling this afternoon?” she asked as she got up and walked behind me to have a look.

“I’m still pretty sore,” I said, “but I’ll get over it.”

She expertly probed my back, neck and shoulders again and the pain was almost unbearable.

“Oh no no no,” she said softly under her breath, “did you bring that change of clothes I asked you to?”

“Yes,” I replied.

“Good, you have been severely overtaxing your muscles and you need treatment if you’re going to keep working for me. There will be no charge of course, call it payback for the great deal you’re giving me. Now go through that door to the wet therapy room and take a long hot shower in the back, as hot as you can stand it. When you’re done, wrap a dry towel around your waist and lie face-down on one of the massage tables then call me.”

I found my way through to the shower batman escort as I passed all the water related equipment. There was a large metal whirlpool tub, a sauna and other deep tanks that I couldn’t quite figure out. I had no idea she was so well set up.

After the shower I dried myself and wrapped a fresh towel around my waist. I went back into the other therapy room that looked like a gym with all the machines and I got up on to a table.

“Ready Magda,” I called out.

I heard her voice answer from her office. “Oh good, be right there.”

She came straight over to the table and had me lay down on my stomach. Then she set to work on my back, neck, shoulders and arms. Magda had a slight build and only stood around five foot two inches but there was no doubting the strength in her arms and hands. She skillfully massaged my muscles, releasing all the pent up tension and strain. Within fifteen minutes I was feeling measurably better.

“OK, that will do for the massage Rick, let’s get you into the whirlpool now and seal the deal.”

I followed her into the other room, as she stood by the tub and told me to get in.

“Hold on, I’m naked under this,” I whined.

She smiled. “You know I work with athletes and gymnasts all day who never think twice about being unclothed around me. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” She turned her back.

I felt childish and embarrassed now at how shy I had acted. I dropped my towel and almost wished she would turn back around but she didn’t so I climbed into the tub. She flipped the switch beside her and the powerful jets came to life massaging me from neck to toe. She set the timer and after asking if I was all right she went back to her office.

For the next twenty minutes I basked in the sensation of the hot water and intense jets. Before I knew it, she was back in the room with fresh towels and this time I didn’t hesitate; I got up straight out of the tub and stood facing her in the raw as she handed me the towels.

“Good, very good,” she said, “never be ashamed of your body Rick. You’re tall and you have a very lean, strong physique.”

Then she blatantly stared down between my legs and she added, “Believe me, you have nothing to be ashamed of, quite the contrary.”

I was almost six feet tall and one hundred and forty-five pounds. My cock was already as long as it would ever get at a little over six inches and pretty thick although it would thicken more in later years years. With wind-blown, dirty blonde hair and light blue eyes I could have probably passed for a surfer type I guess.

Magda leaned up against the tub and we talked as she watched me continue to dry myself off. “You know Rick I heard you were a real academic, genius level. Forgive me but you just don’t look the part. You’re strong with an athletic build and doing a man’s labour. You couldn’t seem any less like a bookworm.”

I smiled, “Thanks, I guess. My parents are both fit and they believe a fit body suits a fit mind. Along with our constant studies my sister Jan and I have always exercised a lot. We cycle and hike everywhere we can plus we work out in our basement. Unfortunately though, with all the mental and physical training it left very little time in our lives for a social life.

As for the labour part, I believe you work with your brain and create with your hands. That’s my dad’s mantra and I’ve been building and fixing things with him for as long as I can remember.

“That’s an interesting and philosophical thought,” Magda observed.

“It is what it is and that is, what I am.”

Her gaze deepened and I wasn’t sure if she was impressed or just getting bored.

I had never been undressed in front of a woman before and I couldn’t believe I was doing it now. Somehow I wasn’t nervous or shy at all with Magda, she was different. As the nervousness wore off my excitement grew along with my cock. I felt my face flush and I tried to hide my erection behind the towel.

“Don’t worry about that,” Magda chuckled, “I’ve seen so many erections in my work that they don’t even faze me any more.”

I dropped the towel exposing my fully erect cock and she chuckled again.

“Well, maybe just a little sometimes.” She admitted. “I believe everyone has some exhibitionist in them. We are born with it and like children, we want to run around freely in the buff.”

“Even you?” I asked.

“Oh I think it’s getting late my young friend and time you to got dressed. How are you feeling now?” she asked.

“Really good,” I answered, “you’re very good at what you do.”

“Yes, I am.” She said in a slow and sexy voice but at that point it was probably just my cock doing the listening.

I finished dressing and headed home to jerk off at least four more times that night. I had always seen Magda as an attractive woman but now it was as if she lit a bonfire in my stomach. As I stroked my cock that evening, all I could see and think about was her slight frame, tight shapely ass and plump tits. Her face had sharp features often found in European women and her face was framed with shoulder length black hair. Her features could make her seem so serious and almost threatening but when she would smile, everything changed in an instant. She had a smile that could light up a room.

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Despite the fact I had needed to punish Francesca for having the packet of cigarettes in the house, I was actually feeling very confident she was over the worse of her addictive tendencies, particularly the alcoholism which was by far the greater worry. It had been several weeks without any major issues and I was actually feeling pretty damn smug that my highly unorthodox approach was actually going to be successful. It helped me feel better about the obvious sexual gratification I was getting from the whole situation.

However I should have realised it was never going to be that easy. In my younger years I use to love to listen to the “Sunscreen Song” sung by Baz Luhrman. One of its numerous prophetic lines speaks of trouble blindsiding you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday when you least expect it. Never a truer word said. I arrived home from town at 4pm on Tuesday afternoon and immediately became concerned as Abigail had arrived home from school but Francesca had not been at the gate to collect her off the school bus. A quick search of the house and surrounding orchard revealed nothing, so I bundled Abigail into the car and drove the short distance to Paula and Dave’s neighbouring property where they ran their boutique winery.

On arriving I found Paula in her house. She immediately began looking sheepish when I asked her if she had seen Francesca. Eventually she confessed she had picked up Francesca from our house earlier in the afternoon and brought her around for a cup of coffee

“A cup of coffee?” I scowled.

“To be honest there was a bottle of our latest wine on the table and I did allow her to sample it.”

“You did what!” I bellowed. “How could you be so dumb? Just tell me how much the two of you ended up drinking.”

Paula looked close to tears. She realised she had screwed up. “We did have a second glass.”

“And the rest,” I accused.

“No honestly,” Paula defended herself. “As Francesca was finishing her second glass she suddenly began crying and then ran out of the house. She ran across the yard in the direction of your house so I assumed she was going home. Oh, Jane, I am so sorry.”

“Where is Grand-mere Fran?” my 7 year old daughter, Abigail fretted.

Grand-mere Fran is what my daughter affectionately calls Francesca. Grand-mere being French for Grandmother.

“I am not sure, honey. You stay here with Paula while Mummy has a look.” With that I began retracing the track Francesca would have taken if walking the couple of miles back to our house.

On the boundary of our property there is an old disused packing shed and I noticed the door was slightly ajar. I pocked my head in and after my eyes adjusted to the darkness I made out the huddled shape of Francesca curled up in one corner. As she looked up and saw me she immediately burst into tears and began apologizing profusely for what she had done. She admitted she could not believe she had acted so dumbly. She was so ashamed of herself she could not bare going home, knowing she had let everybody down, including herself.

I genuinely felt sorry for her and decided nothing would be served by berating her at that point, so I held her tight and let her cry before walking her the rest of the way to our house. I rang up a very relieved Paula to tell her Francesca was okay, and a short time later she dropped off Abigail, who was much relieved to see Grand-mere Fran. Paula did not wait around as she could tell I was angry.

Francesca was covered with grime from being in the old packing shed so I ran a bath for her and Abigail to share. When Francesca re-emerged she was wearing her bath robe and looking a lot more composed. She joined me in the kitchen for a coffee.

“Can you ever forgive me?” Francesca gazed at me with sad puppy bitlis escort dog eyes, but I knew her regret was genuine.

“Yes I can,” I answered honestly. “You at least had the sense to stop drinking before you fell off the rails. And for that you can be applauded. But you know you will be punished, and punished severely?”

“I know. I deserve to be punished and I want to be punished as a reminder to never, ever, act so dumb again in my life.”

I had not given thought as to how Francesca might be punished, but I knew a simple one-night hand spank would not suffice.

“You will be punished every night this week until Sunday,” I decided.

“Every night!” Francesca complained. “But today is only Tuesday.”

“Correct. Do you have a problem with that? If you think I am being too harsh then give me you reasons?”

She hung her head. “No, you are right. It is what I deserve.”

“Right. Then your punish starts from now. Hand me your bath robe.”

Francesca stared at me in disbelief. “But I have nothing on underneath.”

I just continued to hold out my hand waiting for her to hand me her bathrobe.

“Jane, dear, please don’t make me do this,” Francesca pleaded. “Abigail is in the house. What possible excuse can I give her for being naked?”

“Perhaps you should tell her the truth. Now hand me your bath robe.”

Reticently Francesca removed her robe and handed it to me. She could not hide the fact she was intensely embarrassed by standing nude in the kitchen in the late afternoon with Abigail wandering around and Olivier due home shortly from his shift at the hospital.

“Now sit down and have your coffee. It is strong and black, and I think you need it to sober up.”

Without argument she slid her naked body onto the stool at the breakfast bar and began to sip her coffee while I continued to prepare dinner. A short time later Abigail strolled into the kitchen in search of a glass of water. The sight of a naked Francesca sitting on the stool stopped her in her tracks. She put her hand up to her mouth and began to giggle.

“Grand-mere Fran, you are so silly,” Abigail giggled. “You forgot to put your clothes on.”

Francesca shuddered in shame. She looked forlornly from young Abigail to myself, embarrassment rendering her speechless.

I decided something had to be said. “Your Grand-mere has behaved like a naughty little girl so she is going to get a spanking from Mummy. And because she has been very naughty she is not allowed to wear clothes as a part of her punishment.”

Abigail nodded wisely, content with my explanation and clearly pleased it was her Grandmother and not her who was in line for the spanking.

After getting her glass of water, Abigail again stared at her naked Grandmother before turning back to me. “Can I watch, please Mummy?”

I couldn’t help but grin and looked over at Francesca whose face was registering high anxiety. I acted as if considering my daughter’s request for a moment, before responding. “I don’t think so, honey. Grand-mere will get such a hard spanking she will be crying so I don’t think it is something nice you would want to see.”

Abigail decided I was probably correct, and Francesca looked relieved, but it was short lived as Olivier’s car pulled up in the yard. Abigail quickly disappeared to greet her father and we could clearly hear her excitedly giving him the rundown on how Grand-mere had no clothes on and she had been so naughty that Mummy was going to spank her. Francesca was looking decidedly sick as father and daughter entered the kitchen, hand in hand. Olivier’s face, not surprisingly, registered amusement, but apart from raising his eyebrows questioningly towards me he acted normally. We all gathered in bolu escort the kitchen and chatted about our day. All except the naked Francesca, who seemed to have very little to say.

As we went to sit down for dinner Francesca whispered a quick plea in my ear to be allowed to put her bath robe back on but a shook my head firmly. As we seated ourselves at the small dining table, Francesca’s perfect firm breasts were certainly a centre piece that drew your eyes like a beacon.

Even Abigail could not help noticing. “You look funny at the table Grand-mere Fran with nothing on your boobies.”

Francesca blushed with shame. She blushed even more when a short time later she let some sauce drip from her fork on to her left breast, and was all flustered as she had nothing with which to wipe it off. To my surprise Olivier reached for a paper napkin, but instead of handing it to Francesca he made her lean forward while he wiped the sauce off her breast. It was my turn to raise an eyebrow.

After dinner a naked and self-conscious Francesca assisted us with washing up. I then escorted her through to the lounge and told her to stand in the corner, facing the wall, and wait for Olivier and I while we put Abigail to bed. She quickly did as she was told, pressing her nose against the wall. Despite the humiliation of having to stand in the corner like a misbehaving schoolgirl, I think she was relieved to be away from the spotlight for at least a few minutes.

When Olivier and I returned almost forty minutes later, Francesca was still standing in the corner as instructed. I requested she move to the centre of the lounge, place her hands on her head, and stand on the tip of her toes. She was confused by my directions, but the confusion quickly turned to alarm when she noticed I was carrying a belt in my hand.

“You are going to be spanked twenty times with the belt. You must remain on your toes, with your hands on your head, and I want you to count each spank and then repeat ‘I have let myself down’. Do you understand?”

Francesca nodded apprehensively to indicate she understood. Olivier had seated himself and watched on expressionless. I stood beside Francesca and did a couple of practice swings. I was, after all, a novice with the belt and it clearly required a bit more skill than spanking with your hand.

When I finally swung the first smack with the belt, Francesca howled in surprise and lost her balance, before quickly regaining her composure.

“Oh my god……one….I have let myself down,” she managed to mutter.

After ten smacks with the belt Francesca was begging me to stop, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. I was determined she would receive her full punishment, but did give her two minutes of rest before administering the final ten spanks.

The following evening I had a meeting to attend and did not arrive home until after eight thirty. I was pleased to see Olivier had taken control of the situation. He had ordered his Step-mother to undress and stand in the corner until I arrived home. Olivier was in the kitchen getting my dinner out of the microwave, and as I walked in there I was surprised to find Dave and Paula also seated at the breakfast bar. Although Dave cheerfully greeted me, Paula’s response was very subdued.

After exchanging small talk Dave turned to his wife, then looked back at Olivier and I. “Paula has confessed to me that she allowed Francesca to drink our wine, and we both agree she acted totally irresponsibly. Don’t we Paula?”

Paula looked over at us and nodded forlornly.

“She is equally responsible for what has happened, and as such we both agree that the appropriate resolution is for Paula to be punished for what she has done.”

“Punished?” I responded. burdur escort This was an unexpected, but not unpleasant, turn of events.

“Correct. She needs to share the blame and as such she should share the punishment Francesca is no doubt receiving.”

“Okay.” I acted as if I was mulling it over. I turned to Paula, “Is this what you want?”

“It is not what I want, but it is what I deserve,” she quietly responded.

I turned back to her husband, Dave. “If I agree to punish Paula she will be treated the same as Francesca. This means your wife will be naked in front of Olivier and I, and will be thoroughly punished and humiliated in any manner I see fit. Is this what you want?”

Dave agreed without hesitation. There seemed no doubt in his mind. I turned back to a remorseful looking Paula.

“Well…I guess you had better undress.”

My red headed friend looked more than a little distressed by my request. “Now? Here?”

“Yes. Right now. Right here. Totally naked in front of all of us.”

For a brief moment Paula gazed at me defiantly, before her shoulders slumped forward in resignation of her fate. Slowly she began to undress, uncovering her slim but well endowed body covered in freckles. Funny, but a few months ago I would have been outraged and jealous if my best friend had stripped naked in front of my husband. Now it made me perversely delighted, especially as I was controlling the whole scenario. My best friend was prepared to demean herself because I had ordered her to do so.

When Paula was naked I made her remain in the kitchen with us for several minutes while I sat down on the stool at our breakfast bar and ate the meal Olivier had pre-prepared for me. Paula’s pale, freckled skin was flushed with embarrassment. When she tried to place her hands in front of her breasts and pubic region Dave quickly stepped in and ordered her to put her hands by her sides. Paula was shocked by her husband’s actions but quickly complied with his request. As I was about to finish my meal I heard Paula gasp with horror and point embarrassedly at the kitchen doorway. I swivelled around to see my seven year old Abigail standing in the doorway in her pyjamas, clutching her teddy. Paula might have been shocked, but Abigail was clearly unperturbed.

Abigail gazed up at Paula with a knowing smile. “Have you been naughty too, like Grand-mere Fran, and going to get smacked until you cry?”

Paula’s mouth dropped open in shock. She was speechless. The rest of us couldn’t help but smile at Abigail’s matter-of-fact perceptiveness of the situation.

“Yes honey, you are so right,” I intervened, “And you definitely don’t want to watch naughty Paula crying, do you?”

“No way,” was Abigail’s quick response.

With that I ordered Paula to go into the lounge to join Francesca and stand with her nose in the corner. She quickly obliged, while I got Abigail a drink before taking her off to bed.

With Abigail tucked up and asleep in her bed, Olivier, Dave and I went into the lounge where our two lovely ladies were awaiting their punishment. Both of them were standing in opposite corners of the room with their noses against the wall, their naked buttocks beautifully on display. It was truly an erotic sight. The three of us seated ourselves before I ordered Francesca and Paula to come and stand in front of us, and put their hands on their head. Both had the look of nervous schoolgirls standing before the headmistress. They were made to remain like that while I gave them a demeaning lecture about their behaviour. Both ladies were then ordered to stand on their toes while they received twenty smacks with the belt from me, which reduced both of them to tears. Dave watched on with fascination, and I strongly suspected he was more the voyeur than offended husband. As always, Olivier remained professional and expressionless. After the spanking Dave took Paula home, but not before confirming they would be back again the next evening to continue the punishment.

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“After having so much fun at Grampa Micky’s why do I need to go to Mommy’s?”

“KNOCK IT OFF!” Lonnie snaps, “I’ll deal with her man Mark.”

“Noooooooo! You said you would let me deal with him.”

“You don’t have what it takes to resist him. I do. Skinhead or not, that guy will NOT ruin my daughter.”

“DADDY!” She yells with tears developing in her eyes. With casual glances across the car at her he winces. Hiding her eyes by looking out her passenger window she sobs relentlessly. There was more to this than Lonnie envisioned.

“Hey! What’s this really about?”

Afraid to look at him she admits her worst fear, “He said he would destroy Mommy. Make her start drinking again.”

“That mother fucker. Is he trying to have sex with you by blackmailing you into believing he would do that?”

“You know he is. He wants to tie me up like he does Mommy. Punish me for telling him no.”

“That bondage stuff bothers you that bad? I guess I should never have bought all that stuff last month. I didn’t realize it would hurt you. I mean you did write in your diary about that kind of thing. Donnie had you in some pretty tight situations.”

“That’s different. I would love for you to do that stuff to me. I’d even let Joshy. Just not creepy Mark.”

“He isn’t going to do that to you I promise. If I have to get Joshy and your other boy toys to back me up I will.”

“What about Mark’s friends? They’re like bikers. You…they could get hurt.”

“Don’t you worry about any of us. Let me just sit and talk to Mark alone. I’m sure this won’t move into any violent territory. Most days he’s been pretty cordial toward me. He knows why Paula and I got divorced and he’s been somewhat reasonable toward our past. If he has changed drastically or been lying to me all along, I’ll sort it out and deal with him as needed. You just stay with me or your mom while we’re at their house. Try on your gown, show off your graduation dress, and tell mom about your pictures.” He snaps his fingers to make her look at him, “ONLY the innocent pictures. Not the calendar potential. We can’t let Paula know about those.”

“I’m eighteen now. It’s not like she could suddenly fight for custody of me.”

“No, but you are protecting her from drinking again right?”

“Oh! Right. I’m just upset and not thinking straight. Sorry Daddy.”

“Don’t be. It’s just better that your mom never learns about…us.”

“Mark might prove that to her if he doesn’t get his way. He said he knows someone who has had me. I just cant figure out who that might be. Nobody that I’ve slept with is anywhere near what Mark is like.”

“He’s probably just bluffing.”

“I hope so. I like every guy I’ve been with.”

“Ah, my tender soul.” Lon reaches over to caress her hair, “Just relax. We only need to be there at most an hour. Then we can go get ice cream.”

“Rocky Road?” She brightens up.

“Sure.” Hearing her choice he considers that the road ahead might just be rocky. Turning the radio up he let her sing as he pondered the future. He wasn’t ready to stop playing with his daughter, even though he was beginning a possible new relationship with the waitress Deborah Johnson. He really liked the woman. Even if her own daughter Coochie was becoming clingy without even having met him. Dinner on Wednesday would tell the tale. This might become more of a hassle than it was worth. So why was he thinking about the cute young African American barely legal? Lonnie Turner was fucked up in the head. He truly needed to sort out right from wrong. That would be a topic for another day. He had three more days to iron out his emotions.

Fifteen minutes later Lonnie crossed into the village of Skokie Illinois. Once upon a time this area was marshlands. He just hoped that no quicksand still existed for him to sink any lower than he had to. Even he was slightly worried about dealing with Mark Rapier. Not only was he a skinhead affiliate he was a tried and true biker. Tattoos and all. What his ex-wife ever saw in the man was beyond him. He was beginning to realize just how much he didn’t know about Paula. Who knew she was into that hardcore bondage stuff? Looking at her she was fucking Betty Rubble from the Flintstones, only a redhead. He was certain that Paula would think the same of Lonnie should she ever hear the truth about how he had changed.

Reaching their street Lonnie slowed up long enough to emphasize something, “Whatever you do don’t mention my dating Deborah. Not just because your Mom doesn’t need to know, I don’t want to hear Mark’s racist bullshit because Deb is black. Understood?”

“Yes Daddy. I promise not to say a word.”

“Good girl. Let’s do this.” Pulling up to the curb he shuts off his car and looks over to see Mark with two of his friends tinkering on a Harley in the driveway of his garage. Lon’s bravado sank the second he spotted Mark’s friends. Both of them were burly men with shaved heads with the exception of goatees. Trying to keep strong for his daughter, Lon sighs, “I wonder çorum escort how I’d look bald?”

“Noooo! I like your hair. Don’t you dare shave it off.”

“I’m joking. Stop getting your thong in a twist.”

“I’m not wearing my thong.”

“Of course you’re not.”

Opening their doors, the two stepped out and headed up the sidewalk toward the front door of the older, less than appealing single level home. On their journey Mark took time away from tinkering to smile and wave at them. His friends were a bit less social outside of eying Paige. Both men rubbed their goatees cleaning off a place for her to sit. They were gentlemen at heart. Sure they were. Paige tried to avoid direct contact but even in her distaste for Mark Rapier her appeal for men in general allowed her curiosity to drift. Lonnie didn’t see her smile. She really didn’t want to. Dammit!

Waving back via a military style hand salute Lonnie kept on his journey when Paula opened the inside door to their home. A yelping lap dog had given away their arrival. As the screen door creaks open, out bolts a blond colored Pomeranian, which darted directly toward Paige. Instinct took over to kneel and pet the pooch.

“Hi Captain. How’s my lil’ buddy?” She picked him up and cuddled him in her arms.

“And, there goes the hair infestation.” Lonnie scowled, “Black skirt, blond leftovers. Now you know why I won’t allow you to have a dog.”

“Don’t be mean to my Captain. He keeps a tight ship.” Paige then whispers, “He’s the only good thing about coming here.”

“I hear you. Still not getting a dog. Borrow Paula’s dust buster before you leave.”

“Lint roller.”

“That too.” He smirks before looking up to see Paula stepping outside in her bathrobe. It was easy to tell she had just taken a shower. Her hair was still wet. Not only that but Mark’s two friends were glued to Paula’s short bathrobe with interest. All Lonnie could think about was them tag teaming Paula while Mark watched. Knowing of their penchant for bondage and Mark’s dominance Lon suspected that she had been shared. Who was this woman these days?

“About time you two got here. I was beginning to think you stood me up.” Paula waved them toward her. “Get over here.” She lured her daughter in with a smug wave of calling arms.

“Aye Aye Captain.” Paige giggled to the pooch before resting him down on to the walkway.

“Sounds like the dog’s a drunk too.” Lonnie frowned at his own mental jest. Sadly, Paula caught on to her daughter’s unintentional cruelty too.

“I do not take my dog to meetings. I am however getting another Pom soon so that Captain has a playmate. I intend to call him Chip.” She surprised her daughter with a giggle. Paige merely shrugged and let it go over her head as she accepted her Mother’s hug. Lonnie however puckered at his ex-wife’s tease. It was pretty amusing for an A.A. joke. At least having a dog named Chip would be a constant reminder to leave the sauce alone. In a way Lonnie was proud of her.

“Let me look at you.” Paula releases Paige to look at her Graduation outfit. “It looks better on you now than it did in the store.”

“Better without the hair follicle’s.” Lon chuckled.

“Have the dress dry cleaned before Saturday. I have coupons for 30% off. If you wash it the hair will linger, even after a rolling brush. Let’s go inside.” She seemed apprehensive about being outside in front of Mark and his buddies. In his release Captain ventured into enemy territory seeking attention. Eying the piranha with fur, one of Mark’s buddies seemed tempted to kick the poor pooch. Seeing his thoughts, Paige darted from her parents and dared to face them head on. As both Lon and Paula watch her retrieve Captain by kneeling on the ground to lift him up Mark chuckled aiming for best behavior.

“Hey Kid. Your dress looks nice.”

“Thanks. Don’t try and sweet talk me, I still despise you.” She fidgets as the man who seemed intent on kicking the dog crouched in front of Paige to pet the dog. That and aim for a look up Paige’s skirt. In her own lowered stature she hadn’t been so lady like, her knees parted wide. He definitely saw her fire arrow pointing at a deliciously moist pink pussy. Once she realized her error she closed her gap and stood up with trembling eyes.

“Hey Mark. Maybe you should adopt a cat too.” Berkley Hobbs chuckled. Paige knew he would never have said cat if he hadn’t seen her puss. As haunted as she was, her hormones shot lightning bolts toward her thighs. Having any man acknowledge her gave her a thrill, even gross burley bikers. Before rising she notes the other standing biker attempting to steal a glance. He missed out.

“No cats. Stroke one you’ve stroked them all. Skin them all I say.” Mark mused playfully. “Besides my Pitbull Hawg would eat it for breakfast. I’m shocked Paula’s toupee with a tongue hasn’t gone missing.”

“Meanie.” Paige winced as she felt a presence behind her, Paula moved in with a protective motherly stance of folded arms. She wasn’t certain denizli escort if she was defending her or her lapdog.

“We don’t need any stinky litterbox Finch. I’d be the only one to clean it.” Paula shook her head with a creased brow, as she informed the standing biker Donovan Finch. He merely offered an expression of “Dumb bitch”, only watching his tongue due to Mark instructing his friends to keep things cool.

“Let’s go try on your Graduation gown.” Paula encouraged her daughter by reclaiming her pup to keep him safe. Lord knows what these barbarians might do to it when she wasn’t looking. They might go so far as to hide him in the oven from her. Reaching out behind Paula, Mark proves his uncouth dominance by pinching Paula on the ass, his hand rising up under her short robe. Tempted to swat his hand, she resisted with a glare that immediately lowered. Paige noticed her reaction and shivered. Her Mother used to have such fire. Now, she masked her emotions. This made her very sad.

Lonnie finally joining the party gripped Paige by both shoulders, “Rocky Road remember?”

“Icee cream.” Paige flare her eyes utilizing her childlike voice in an exciting fashion. It made both bikers hard just hearing her. The comment however shifted Paula’s attention to her kid.

“Rocky Road sounds yummy.” Stepping away didn’t sit well with Mark who cleared his throat loudly. Paula froze in step at his guttural proclamation of control.

“While you’re hovering over my tools hand me a socket wrench. Three eighths. Hex head.” Mark prodded.

Bending over in front of Finch and Berk allowed them to see Paula this time. She too was only wearing a cute little thong beneath her robe. Even Lonnie felt strangely aroused by her swift reaction. While holding her dog the woman lingered, deciding which socket head was a three eighths. Once discovered she passed it over and stood up. Her face was blood red knowing that her ex had seen her obey Mark in such a display. Especially in front of his friends.

“Can I visit with my daughter now?” Paula dared to ask. Mark merely smiled and motioned for her to go. Lonnie didn’t know what to do. His defense mechanism wanted to rally, but this part at least wasn’t his business. Protecting his daughter was his sole driving force. Thus far, not much was being said about Paige to warrant a direct confrontation. Still, he did need to talk to Mark alone.

“Hey Mark?” Lon grew some balls, “Before we take off can I talk to you about something? Graduation stuff.” He kept things less suspect as to where his thoughts really were.

“Sure thing. Drop back out when you guys get done. Take a picture in her gown for me in case I don’t make it to her actual ceremony. Not really my kind of…”

“Gotcha.” Lon nodded and nudged his daughter forward. Paula hesitantly followed them after an ever so subtle eye contact with her man Mark. Just daring to share a glance made Mark growl. It was evident that even since the last time Paige had seen her Mother, her actions were more restrained. Kind of sexy, kind of daunting. Eerie even.

Inside the house Lonnie let Paula do her thing. Going to her spare bedroom closet for Paige’s graduation cap and gown. Peering through the doorway Lonnie noted that the small room look lived in. Feminine things were everywhere. Paula used to be quite the housekeeper even when she was drunk. Did they have a roommate? Lon needed to know.

“Someone staying with you guys?”

Paula holds up the gown in front of Paige sizing up the height issue that she worried about. Trying her best to ignore Lonnie only led to him asking again. Now, even Paige was curious after noticing hygiene products on the dresser and claiming the gown from her Mother to avoid her using it as a shield. Finally, with the curtains open they discover a skulking Finch just outside drinking a beer.

“Spill it.” Lonnie moved to close the blinds on the window as if Paige were going to change. Paula immediately reopened them and offered a whisper.

“I…I’m staying in this room. After our conversation over the phone about…Mark, I confronted him. He scolded me by forcing me in here. He told me that he wasn’t going to listen to my bullshit and that I should believe him over…my daughter. This is only temporary, the guest room that is.”

“Are you leaving Mark?” Paige bulged her eyes trying not to smile over the possibility.

“Oh no. We’re just…giving each other…well…room.” She swayed her palms around the atmosphere of the tiny bedroom. Lonnie glanced about exploring while he digested her words. On the bedposts were leather restraints, the foot board as well. That looked entirely too conspicuous. Regardless, seeing them directed Lonnie’s eyes to Paula’s ankles and wrists. Gently reddened rings encircled all four limbs, nothing overly abusive. It was bad enough that tender bruises were evident around Paula’s neckline. He concluded that it was just their chosen sex acts, not anything to be stressed over. That again, was their düzce escort life, not his. As long as it didn’t involve Paige he could really care less. Untrue, but he did try to believe his own thoughts on the matter.

“Is he tying you up at night?”

“No nothing like that.” She tried her best to lie. Lonnie knew her too well having been married to the redhead. “Try on the gown. If it’s too long I still have time to get it hemmed up.”

“Nobody measured her height before they ordered it?” Lon narrowed his eyes at the school’s stupidity.

“They do, but mistakes can be made.” Paula fidgeted. “Go on sweetheart see if it fits properly.”

Eying the reopened blinds Paige shied a bit. “I guess. It’s not like I’m getting undressed.” She then, with the help of her Mother removed the outer plastic. Mom being overly protective of the gown assisted in pulling it over her head and guided its flow over her clothing. Lonnie again mentioned dog hair to which Paula swore she would make certain there would be no stray hairs inside or out by Saturday night. Once the gown draped full length over Paige’s bodacious body the hemline halted perfectly over her ankles. Plenty of room without tripping over it. With the cap placed on her head, both parents stood back and absorbed the beauty, albeit hidden maturity of their baby. Looking fifteen was not in service of said maturity. Still, she was now a fully grown woman and ready to begin her new journey as an adult, released from eighteen years in a scholastic prison.

“Isn’t our daughter just darling?” Paula melted patting Lonnie on the bicep, “Take her picture silly man.” Lon did just that. He would keep it on his cell wallpaper to admire. As he and Paula stared at the picture, the timing could not have been any worse. An incoming call revealed the caller as Deborah. Snatching it from her view Paula looked surprised. Biting her tongue Paula knew that her ex must have had a girlfriend he was hiding. In a sense she was happy for him. Lon merely scowled and declined the call…for now.

“I told Mark I’d show him a pic of Paige in her gown.” Lon frowned at what was coming, “You two stay in here and babble about the future or something.” After a kiss to his daughters cheek followed by, “You’re beautiful Punk.” He took his leave.

Paula swallowed dryly while Paige looked toward her Father’s departure. Once gone from sight Paige attempted to remove her gown and have her Mother hang it back up. Plopping on the mattress Paige Turner made her Mom sit down. It was time to talk. Neither would be truthful about what was really going on behind the scenes.

Sweating bullets but trying his best to contain his fears on the matter at hand Lonnie took a moment to text Deborah with, “Bad timing. Dealing with my ex and her ole’ man. Call you after we leave their house. Miss you Gorgeous.” Giving her a minute to reply with her understanding she replies back with, “Miss you more Big Daddy.” He followed that with one more text, “Radio silence. This could get ugly. I’ll explain later. No reply needed.” He added a kissing Emoji to mask how it sounded. Hopefully she obeyed. Obeyed? Where did that word creep in from? Lon shook it off before heading over to Mark and Berk. Finch was obviously still overseeing the women.

Berk noting Lon’s walking toward them grunts to let Mark know. He had heard the screen door so merely continued removing the Harley’s carburetor.

“How goes the autopsy Doc?” Lon attempted humor. Mark winced up at him and shook his head.

“Nobody’s dead. Yet. It’s always more fun depriving them of body parts, while they still have spark.” Mark Rapier liked his reply. Changing the subject he headed straight for the soul. “Here to talk about your kid’s bitterness toward me?”

“You asked for a pic in her graduation gown.” He lowers the cell to show him. Drawing back a bit to avoid the glare on the cell he puckered his approval.

“Sexy as ever.”

“I’d prefer your compliments over my daughter to be a little less erotic.” Lon grew some balls, “What’s this about you trying to get my kid involved in your bondage crap?”

Mark grins as he chose to snatch up a rag to wipe his hands before standing tall. He hovered over Lonnie by three inches. “Bondage crap? Are you putting down my lifestyle Lon Wolf?”

“Only if it draws in my daughter. She’s barely legal and still impressionable. If she’s uncomfortable in your discussions of it, I’d prefer you just keep it to yourself. What you and Paula do is between yourselves.”

“My decisions NOT Paula’s.” Mark calmly informs Lonnie.

“Whatever. Speaking of Paula…you’re punishing her for defending her own daughter? It’s easy enough to tell that you’ve isolated her to the guest room.”

Behind them Berk chuckled, then chose to swig his beer before letting out any further expressions of amusement. Lon ignored Berk in favor of direct eye contact with the hulking Mark. So far so good.

“Only proving I can live without her if she’s going to believe anyone other than her Master.”

“Master? I don’t see any collar on Paula.”

“I can fix that. Berk? Go grab Hawg’s collar off his neck and bring it to me. Don’t lose an arm while you’re doing it.” Mark sneered coldly. Berk wasn’t certain if Mark meant it so hesitated.

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(Here’s a short story I just made for a contest on another site. Shorter than my average since the rules restricted how long it could be, but I think it ends up working still. Hope you all enjoy.)

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Lindsey woke up late one morning in the apartment she shared with friends. It was a cold December day, and she slowly got out from under her covers. Today she and her roommates were going to go out shopping. Some last minute Christmas gifts for family.

Not wanting to be late for it, she got out of bed, gathered some clothes, and headed towards her door.

As she stepped out, she could hear some of her roommates down the hall. She couldn’t help but walk down to the door and take a peek inside.

“Lindsey!” came a shout as one of her roommates, Alley, appeared behind Lindsey. Lindsey hadn’t gotten the chance to even open the door yet. “You can’t go in there; we are wrapping gifts, including yours!” Alley knew how Lindsey could get, more curious than most cats even.

“Oh just a little peek Alley, it won’t be any harm, we’re too old to worry about Christmas surprises,” whined Lindsey, her hand now resting on the doorknob.

“If we’re too old for surprises, then you’re too old to go sneaking peeks at your gifts and you should have the patience to wait like any other adult! Be a good girl and don’t’ be naughty!” Alley said, pulling Lindsey away from the door. “You go take a shower so we can go shopping already. Oh, and stay out of my room!” Alley then slipped inside and shut the door. She heard the other girls giggle. In a huff, Lindsey headed to the bathroom, knowing that all three friends wouldn’t let her in for anything at that point.

Lindsey locked herself into the bathroom. For a girl who loved to peek, she sure was private. She set her clothing down on the sink counter, and began to take off her clothes. She’d get her shower done, and then head out shopping with her friends.

With her nightgown and underwear off, Lindsey was now naked. She hung up a towel for her to grab after the shower, and headed towards the tub. Yet as she turned the water on, she could swear she heard something. She quickly hurried to the door and put her ear to it.

Over the sounds of running water, Lindsey could barely hear anything, but she made out a bit of it. She could hear the girls walking down the hall, talking about going out to get some quick breakfast while she was in the shower.

Fighting back her shyness, Lindsey slowly cracked the door open. Even with her body bare, she risked opening the door to get a better idea of what the girls were up to; Lindsey couldn’t help herself.

The girls were indeed heading out, she could hear all three leaving. They were joking about having to rush so Lindsey wouldn’t go snooping. They were sure though Lindsey would take her time in the shower, and that they had enough time. Suddenly the door was opened and slammed shut, they were gone.

Lindsey’s eyes grew wide. A smile crept up on her face. They thought she wouldn’t hear them leave with the shower on, but they were wrong! With them gone, it’d be easy to sneak in the room and find her presents!

Lindsey grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her body. She didn’t want to run around naked after all, in case they came back a little early. No time to get dressed though, so Lindsey was diyarbakır escort quickly out in the hall.

She made it to Alley’s door, opening it up and looking inside. Her heart sank though when she only saw boxes and presents lying about, none of the gifts sitting out.

Yet her curiosity wasn’t fed. Lindsey had to know more. She could at least look at the boxes after having snuck in. She quickly bounced over to the bed, and picked up a box. It wasn’t labeled as hers. She started to look at a few more nearby.

Lindsey began to notice that things were only boxed though. A few didn’t even have ribbons securing them shut yet. She was able to open one of the gifts lying there that were addressed to Alley, and find the cute vest that Tina got Alley. Lindsey could maybe still get lucky yet!

A few present lay at the head of the bed, up near the pillows. Lindsey was sure they had to be hers! She quickly climbed on the bed, and crawled over to them. She was careful to make sure her towel stayed on her. Even alone she didn’t want to be exposed.

She was in luck. A present at the corner of the bed was indeed for her! She saw that ribbons had yet to tie it shut. With a look around to make sure she was still alone, Lindsey lifted the top off and peeked inside.

Inside she could see what looked to be a very cute and pretty glove. She reached in and could feel that it was very soft. She loved it! She couldn’t wait till Christmas to be able to try it!

She just had to see how colorful it was, but as she pulled at it, she could tell it wasn’t letting up, probably the tag or something caught on something. Lindsey was smart, and knew not to disturb things too much, or else it would be obvious she was snooping!

Yet she couldn’t help herself, she had to at least feel what the glove felt like on her hand. So slowly Lindsey reached her hand inside, and found the opening for the glove.

It was a bit of a tight squeeze at first, something around the opening was sort of tough. Yet soon her fingers slipped inside, and eventually her whole hand. She giggled to herself think, “Fits like a glove.”

She had to see it though. She couldn’t resist any longer. Just one peek, and then back to the shower before they came home and found her!

Yet as she tried to pull her hand out of the glove, she felt a lot of resistance. Something wasn’t right. She could feel something hard around her wrist too… this glove wasn’t pure cotton. As she tugged her hand out of the box a bit, the box itself actually lowered away from her hand.

That’s when Lindsey noticed the cord coming out of the box. Some form of strong cable that was poking out of the bottom. It was attached to the end of the glove too. Lindsey realized that the glove was attached to the corner of the bed, almost like it was to make sure the present couldn’t be taken?

Lindsey wasn’t sure if that was to stop her from taking the presents early. She liked to peek, but she wasn’t a thief! Yet then she realized another problem. She couldn’t free her hand from the glove! She was starting to realize why there was a tough band around her hand, the gloves were modified! It was like there was a handcuff around her wrist!

She’d fiddled around with it too much; it was all some sort of trap! Her friends rigged the present edirne escort to trap her! Now they’d really catch her red handed in the act of sneaking peeks at the presents!

She pulled and pulled, but nothing budged. The glove was now locked onto her hand! As she struggled though, she could feel her towel begin to slouch on her body! She used her free hand to try and hold it up. She was now realizing she wasn’t just going to be caught feeding her curiosity, but also caught in just a towel!

Without a moment to fully comprehend how much trouble she was in, Alley, Tina, and Samantha were back! The three just walked in the room, not seeming the least bit surprised!

Lindsey realized now that it really was a full blown trap. They knew that she would have eavesdropped as they left! They knew that she’d sneak into the room and dig in her presents! They even knew somehow that Lindsey wouldn’t be able to help but slip her hand into the glove!

The three started to giggle as they circled the bed. Lindsey tried to apologize, to get herself out of the situation, but they weren’t having it.

“Nope, you did something naughty during the holidays. You’ll be lucky if your presents aren’t replaced with coal!” Alley said, her hand finding the hem of the towel, starting to lift it up!

“Stop it guys! I’m naked under here!” Lindsey pleaded.

“We know, but, just like you, maybe we just want a peek?” Tina teased. Alley continued to lift the back of the towel up, Lindsey’s upright, bare bottom coming into view! Lindsey’s face turned red as her friends exposed her!

Lindsey’s free hand was being pushed away, stopped every time Lindsey tried to fix the towel. The three giggled and teased Lindsey, commenting on her cute bottom. They even gave it a few playful swats for her bad behavior!

Lindsey couldn’t even argue against it. She knew what she had been doing was wrong, and was just hoping she’d be set free and allowed to dress soon!

Lindsey though was shocked to find that Samantha started to untuck the towel from under Lindsey’s arms! “Stop it guys! That’s enough peeking!” Lindsey said as she tried to get away. In her struggle to save her towel, she decided to lie on her back instead of being on her hands and knees. It also meant hiding her butt finally. She flipped over, being careful to not twist her bound wrist.

Lindsey’s roommates though kept pulling at the towel. She could feel it loosen behind her, even removed from behind her entirely. Lindsey did her best with one arm, but could only manage to keep the towel covering her front side. She knew any second they could uncover her breasts, so Lindsey instead held her arm in front of her boobs, so as the towel was pulled down, she at least stayed someone what covered!

Lindsey’s face was now glowing. The girls were indeed getting quite the peek! Any curiosity about her body was quickly becoming answered for them all! Lindsey just avoided eye contact and hoped it would be done soon.

“Want to have a peek at another future present?” Alley asked. Lindsey didn’t even answer, not wanting to acknowledge the teasing, but she couldn’t help but eye up the present that Alley was holding.

“Here, we’ll even make sure it fits right. We’re pretty sure it’s matching, but have to make sure after all. We know you hate edirne escort bayan not knowing stuff and can’t wait!” Alley said as the other two girls were suddenly pulling at Lindsey’s free arm!

Alley opened the box, and inside was another glove! It was just like the other, but the box was on the other top corner of the bed. Lindsey wasn’t able to stop her two friends as they pulled her arm away, and took her hand and helped Alley slip the glove on!

Lindsey could feel something secure around her wrist, just like her other hand. Now her hands were away from her body, her breasts now completely exposed! Her friends able to peek at her completely topless state! Every curve, nipple, and even goosebumps available for their peeking!

Lindsey was again victim to some teasing. Her sneaking and spying surely got her in trouble this time! She was nearly naked now, her towel only just barely sitting over her lap, hiding her last bit of decency. She was unable to use her hands at all thanks to the handcuff-gloves.

That’s when the girls decided it was time to find out what the last bit the towel was hiding! Even with every ounce of strength Lindsey had, she could not manage to clamp her legs around the towel tough enough to even stop one of the girls from stealing the towel away completely, much less all three!

With her towel gone now, her neatly groomed girl fur was now exposed. Her bare legs and thighs were naked. With only her legs now snapped shut to hide her lips, Lindsey was naked and tied to the bed for her curious friends’ eyes to devour!

Lindsey’s punishment wasn’t done though. Tina and Samantha now held up boxes at the bottom corners of the bed. Lindsey watched as they opened the boxes, even though she was afraid, she still couldn’t help herself from looking. From each box, a boot emerged, also seemingly tied to a strong string. Lindsey knew what was about to happen.

So with Alley’s help, the two girls manage to spread Lindsey’s legs, and fasten her feet into the boots. Now her entire naked pussy could be seen! Her usually most hidden area, exposed for them to see. Her embarrassment was now at the absolute max.

Lindsey’s body laid naked, spread, and fully exposed. “Want one final peek at your Christmas presents Lindsey?” Alley asked.

Lindsey didn’t respond. Her face was burning up; she couldn’t believe what it was like to be subject to this much staring. She didn’t say no though, so Alley presented on last box. This time there were no strings attached to it.

“To complete your winter look…” Alley said, opening the top of the box. She took out a scarf, “A winter scarf for you…” Lindsey climbed on the bed, kneeling over Lindsey’s naked body, “And with it, we can make sure you peek no more.” She said, wrapping the soft fabric around Lindsey’s head, using it like a blindfold, Lindsey no longer able to see anything.

Lindsey was naked, completely exposed, and totally vulnerable and unable to do anything about it. She couldn’t even see what was happening anymore. She wanted to so bad, her curiosity swelling, but she was unable to. Were the girls looking? Who was giggling now? Would they leave her there? What would they do? It was driving her nuts! She wasn’t sure what was worse, the embarrassment or the unknown!

“Now Lindsey, your punishment for being naughty during Christmas time isn’t over yet. You’re always peeking, so I think it’s our turn to peek and feed our own curiosity…” Alley teased.

The girls wouldn’t end up going shopping till the next day, far too busy with the naked and tied Lindsey.

The End

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“After having so much fun at Grampa Micky’s why do I need to go to Mommy’s?”

“KNOCK IT OFF!” Lonnie snaps, “I’ll deal with her man Mark.”

“Noooooooo! You said you would let me deal with him.”

“You don’t have what it takes to resist him. I do. Skinhead or not, that guy will NOT ruin my daughter.”

“DADDY!” She yells with tears developing in her eyes. With casual glances across the car at her he winces. Hiding her eyes by looking out her passenger window she sobs relentlessly. There was more to this than Lonnie envisioned.

“Hey! What’s this really about?”

Afraid to look at him she admits her worst fear, “He said he would destroy Mommy. Make her start drinking again.”

“That mother fucker. Is he trying to have sex with you by blackmailing you into believing he would do that?”

“You know he is. He wants to tie me up like he does Mommy. Punish me for telling him no.”

“That bondage stuff bothers you that bad? I guess I should never have bought all that stuff last month. I didn’t realize it would hurt you. I mean you did write in your diary about that kind of thing. Donnie had you in some pretty tight situations.”

“That’s different. I would love for you to do that stuff to me. I’d even let Joshy. Just not creepy Mark.”

“He isn’t going to do that to you I promise. If I have to get Joshy and your other boy toys to back me up I will.”

“What about Mark’s friends? They’re like bikers. You…they could get hurt.”

“Don’t you worry about any of us. Let me just sit and talk to Mark alone. I’m sure this won’t move into any violent territory. Most days he’s been pretty cordial toward me. He knows why Paula and I got divorced and he’s been somewhat reasonable toward our past. If he has changed drastically or been lying to me all along, I’ll sort it out and deal with him as needed. You just stay with me or your mom while we’re at their house. Try on your gown, show off your graduation dress, and tell mom about your pictures.” He snaps his fingers to make her look at him, “ONLY the innocent pictures. Not the calendar potential. We can’t let Paula know about those.”

“I’m eighteen now. It’s not like she could suddenly fight for custody of me.”

“No, but you are protecting her from drinking again right?”

“Oh! Right. I’m just upset and not thinking straight. Sorry Daddy.”

“Don’t be. It’s just better that your mom never learns about…us.”

“Mark might prove that to her if he doesn’t get his way. He said he knows someone who has had me. I just cant figure out who that might be. Nobody that I’ve slept with is anywhere near what Mark is like.”

“He’s probably just bluffing.”

“I hope so. I like every guy I’ve been with.”

“Ah, my tender soul.” Lon reaches over to caress her hair, “Just relax. We only need to be there at most an hour. Then we can go get ice cream.”

“Rocky Road?” She brightens up.

“Sure.” Hearing her choice he considers that the road ahead might just be rocky. Turning the radio up he let her sing as he pondered the future. He wasn’t ready to stop playing with his daughter, even though he was beginning a possible new relationship with the waitress Deborah Johnson. He really liked the woman. Even if her own daughter Coochie was becoming clingy without even having met him. Dinner on Wednesday would tell the tale. This might become more of a hassle than it was worth. So why was he thinking about the cute young African American barely legal? Lonnie Turner was fucked up in the head. He truly needed to sort out right from wrong. That would be a topic for another day. He had three more days to iron out his emotions.

Fifteen minutes later Lonnie crossed into the village of Skokie Illinois. Once upon a time this area was marshlands. He just hoped that no quicksand still existed for him to sink any lower than he had to. Even he was slightly worried about dealing with Mark Rapier. Not only was he a skinhead affiliate he was a tried and true biker. Tattoos and all. What his ex-wife ever saw in the man was beyond him. He was beginning to realize just how much he didn’t know about Paula. Who knew she was into that hardcore bondage stuff? Looking at her she was fucking Betty Rubble from the Flintstones, only a redhead. He was certain that Paula would think the same of Lonnie should she ever hear the truth about how he had changed.

Reaching their street Lonnie slowed up long enough to emphasize something, “Whatever you do don’t mention my dating Deborah. Not just because your Mom doesn’t need to know, I don’t want to hear Mark’s racist bullshit because Deb is black. Understood?”

“Yes Daddy. I promise not to say a word.”

“Good girl. Let’s do this.” Pulling up to the curb he shuts off his car and looks over to see Mark with two of his friends tinkering on a Harley in the driveway of his garage. Lon’s bravado sank the second he spotted Mark’s friends. Both of them were burly men with shaved heads with the exception of goatees. Trying to keep strong for his daughter, Lon sighs, “I wonder çorum escort how I’d look bald?”

“Noooo! I like your hair. Don’t you dare shave it off.”

“I’m joking. Stop getting your thong in a twist.”

“I’m not wearing my thong.”

“Of course you’re not.”

Opening their doors, the two stepped out and headed up the sidewalk toward the front door of the older, less than appealing single level home. On their journey Mark took time away from tinkering to smile and wave at them. His friends were a bit less social outside of eying Paige. Both men rubbed their goatees cleaning off a place for her to sit. They were gentlemen at heart. Sure they were. Paige tried to avoid direct contact but even in her distaste for Mark Rapier her appeal for men in general allowed her curiosity to drift. Lonnie didn’t see her smile. She really didn’t want to. Dammit!

Waving back via a military style hand salute Lonnie kept on his journey when Paula opened the inside door to their home. A yelping lap dog had given away their arrival. As the screen door creaks open, out bolts a blond colored Pomeranian, which darted directly toward Paige. Instinct took over to kneel and pet the pooch.

“Hi Captain. How’s my lil’ buddy?” She picked him up and cuddled him in her arms.

“And, there goes the hair infestation.” Lonnie scowled, “Black skirt, blond leftovers. Now you know why I won’t allow you to have a dog.”

“Don’t be mean to my Captain. He keeps a tight ship.” Paige then whispers, “He’s the only good thing about coming here.”

“I hear you. Still not getting a dog. Borrow Paula’s dust buster before you leave.”

“Lint roller.”

“That too.” He smirks before looking up to see Paula stepping outside in her bathrobe. It was easy to tell she had just taken a shower. Her hair was still wet. Not only that but Mark’s two friends were glued to Paula’s short bathrobe with interest. All Lonnie could think about was them tag teaming Paula while Mark watched. Knowing of their penchant for bondage and Mark’s dominance Lon suspected that she had been shared. Who was this woman these days?

“About time you two got here. I was beginning to think you stood me up.” Paula waved them toward her. “Get over here.” She lured her daughter in with a smug wave of calling arms.

“Aye Aye Captain.” Paige giggled to the pooch before resting him down on to the walkway.

“Sounds like the dog’s a drunk too.” Lonnie frowned at his own mental jest. Sadly, Paula caught on to her daughter’s unintentional cruelty too.

“I do not take my dog to meetings. I am however getting another Pom soon so that Captain has a playmate. I intend to call him Chip.” She surprised her daughter with a giggle. Paige merely shrugged and let it go over her head as she accepted her Mother’s hug. Lonnie however puckered at his ex-wife’s tease. It was pretty amusing for an A.A. joke. At least having a dog named Chip would be a constant reminder to leave the sauce alone. In a way Lonnie was proud of her.

“Let me look at you.” Paula releases Paige to look at her Graduation outfit. “It looks better on you now than it did in the store.”

“Better without the hair follicle’s.” Lon chuckled.

“Have the dress dry cleaned before Saturday. I have coupons for 30% off. If you wash it the hair will linger, even after a rolling brush. Let’s go inside.” She seemed apprehensive about being outside in front of Mark and his buddies. In his release Captain ventured into enemy territory seeking attention. Eying the piranha with fur, one of Mark’s buddies seemed tempted to kick the poor pooch. Seeing his thoughts, Paige darted from her parents and dared to face them head on. As both Lon and Paula watch her retrieve Captain by kneeling on the ground to lift him up Mark chuckled aiming for best behavior.

“Hey Kid. Your dress looks nice.”

“Thanks. Don’t try and sweet talk me, I still despise you.” She fidgets as the man who seemed intent on kicking the dog crouched in front of Paige to pet the dog. That and aim for a look up Paige’s skirt. In her own lowered stature she hadn’t been so lady like, her knees parted wide. He definitely saw her fire arrow pointing at a deliciously moist pink pussy. Once she realized her error she closed her gap and stood up with trembling eyes.

“Hey Mark. Maybe you should adopt a cat too.” Berkley Hobbs chuckled. Paige knew he would never have said cat if he hadn’t seen her puss. As haunted as she was, her hormones shot lightning bolts toward her thighs. Having any man acknowledge her gave her a thrill, even gross burley bikers. Before rising she notes the other standing biker attempting to steal a glance. He missed out.

“No cats. Stroke one you’ve stroked them all. Skin them all I say.” Mark mused playfully. “Besides my Pitbull Hawg would eat it for breakfast. I’m shocked Paula’s toupee with a tongue hasn’t gone missing.”

“Meanie.” Paige winced as she felt a presence behind her, Paula moved in with a protective motherly stance of folded arms. She wasn’t certain denizli escort if she was defending her or her lapdog.

“We don’t need any stinky litterbox Finch. I’d be the only one to clean it.” Paula shook her head with a creased brow, as she informed the standing biker Donovan Finch. He merely offered an expression of “Dumb bitch”, only watching his tongue due to Mark instructing his friends to keep things cool.

“Let’s go try on your Graduation gown.” Paula encouraged her daughter by reclaiming her pup to keep him safe. Lord knows what these barbarians might do to it when she wasn’t looking. They might go so far as to hide him in the oven from her. Reaching out behind Paula, Mark proves his uncouth dominance by pinching Paula on the ass, his hand rising up under her short robe. Tempted to swat his hand, she resisted with a glare that immediately lowered. Paige noticed her reaction and shivered. Her Mother used to have such fire. Now, she masked her emotions. This made her very sad.

Lonnie finally joining the party gripped Paige by both shoulders, “Rocky Road remember?”

“Icee cream.” Paige flare her eyes utilizing her childlike voice in an exciting fashion. It made both bikers hard just hearing her. The comment however shifted Paula’s attention to her kid.

“Rocky Road sounds yummy.” Stepping away didn’t sit well with Mark who cleared his throat loudly. Paula froze in step at his guttural proclamation of control.

“While you’re hovering over my tools hand me a socket wrench. Three eighths. Hex head.” Mark prodded.

Bending over in front of Finch and Berk allowed them to see Paula this time. She too was only wearing a cute little thong beneath her robe. Even Lonnie felt strangely aroused by her swift reaction. While holding her dog the woman lingered, deciding which socket head was a three eighths. Once discovered she passed it over and stood up. Her face was blood red knowing that her ex had seen her obey Mark in such a display. Especially in front of his friends.

“Can I visit with my daughter now?” Paula dared to ask. Mark merely smiled and motioned for her to go. Lonnie didn’t know what to do. His defense mechanism wanted to rally, but this part at least wasn’t his business. Protecting his daughter was his sole driving force. Thus far, not much was being said about Paige to warrant a direct confrontation. Still, he did need to talk to Mark alone.

“Hey Mark?” Lon grew some balls, “Before we take off can I talk to you about something? Graduation stuff.” He kept things less suspect as to where his thoughts really were.

“Sure thing. Drop back out when you guys get done. Take a picture in her gown for me in case I don’t make it to her actual ceremony. Not really my kind of…”

“Gotcha.” Lon nodded and nudged his daughter forward. Paula hesitantly followed them after an ever so subtle eye contact with her man Mark. Just daring to share a glance made Mark growl. It was evident that even since the last time Paige had seen her Mother, her actions were more restrained. Kind of sexy, kind of daunting. Eerie even.

Inside the house Lonnie let Paula do her thing. Going to her spare bedroom closet for Paige’s graduation cap and gown. Peering through the doorway Lonnie noted that the small room look lived in. Feminine things were everywhere. Paula used to be quite the housekeeper even when she was drunk. Did they have a roommate? Lon needed to know.

“Someone staying with you guys?”

Paula holds up the gown in front of Paige sizing up the height issue that she worried about. Trying her best to ignore Lonnie only led to him asking again. Now, even Paige was curious after noticing hygiene products on the dresser and claiming the gown from her Mother to avoid her using it as a shield. Finally, with the curtains open they discover a skulking Finch just outside drinking a beer.

“Spill it.” Lonnie moved to close the blinds on the window as if Paige were going to change. Paula immediately reopened them and offered a whisper.

“I…I’m staying in this room. After our conversation over the phone about…Mark, I confronted him. He scolded me by forcing me in here. He told me that he wasn’t going to listen to my bullshit and that I should believe him over…my daughter. This is only temporary, the guest room that is.”

“Are you leaving Mark?” Paige bulged her eyes trying not to smile over the possibility.

“Oh no. We’re just…giving each other…well…room.” She swayed her palms around the atmosphere of the tiny bedroom. Lonnie glanced about exploring while he digested her words. On the bedposts were leather restraints, the foot board as well. That looked entirely too conspicuous. Regardless, seeing them directed Lonnie’s eyes to Paula’s ankles and wrists. Gently reddened rings encircled all four limbs, nothing overly abusive. It was bad enough that tender bruises were evident around Paula’s neckline. He concluded that it was just their chosen sex acts, not anything to be stressed over. That again, was their düzce escort life, not his. As long as it didn’t involve Paige he could really care less. Untrue, but he did try to believe his own thoughts on the matter.

“Is he tying you up at night?”

“No nothing like that.” She tried her best to lie. Lonnie knew her too well having been married to the redhead. “Try on the gown. If it’s too long I still have time to get it hemmed up.”

“Nobody measured her height before they ordered it?” Lon narrowed his eyes at the school’s stupidity.

“They do, but mistakes can be made.” Paula fidgeted. “Go on sweetheart see if it fits properly.”

Eying the reopened blinds Paige shied a bit. “I guess. It’s not like I’m getting undressed.” She then, with the help of her Mother removed the outer plastic. Mom being overly protective of the gown assisted in pulling it over her head and guided its flow over her clothing. Lonnie again mentioned dog hair to which Paula swore she would make certain there would be no stray hairs inside or out by Saturday night. Once the gown draped full length over Paige’s bodacious body the hemline halted perfectly over her ankles. Plenty of room without tripping over it. With the cap placed on her head, both parents stood back and absorbed the beauty, albeit hidden maturity of their baby. Looking fifteen was not in service of said maturity. Still, she was now a fully grown woman and ready to begin her new journey as an adult, released from eighteen years in a scholastic prison.

“Isn’t our daughter just darling?” Paula melted patting Lonnie on the bicep, “Take her picture silly man.” Lon did just that. He would keep it on his cell wallpaper to admire. As he and Paula stared at the picture, the timing could not have been any worse. An incoming call revealed the caller as Deborah. Snatching it from her view Paula looked surprised. Biting her tongue Paula knew that her ex must have had a girlfriend he was hiding. In a sense she was happy for him. Lon merely scowled and declined the call…for now.

“I told Mark I’d show him a pic of Paige in her gown.” Lon frowned at what was coming, “You two stay in here and babble about the future or something.” After a kiss to his daughters cheek followed by, “You’re beautiful Punk.” He took his leave.

Paula swallowed dryly while Paige looked toward her Father’s departure. Once gone from sight Paige attempted to remove her gown and have her Mother hang it back up. Plopping on the mattress Paige Turner made her Mom sit down. It was time to talk. Neither would be truthful about what was really going on behind the scenes.

Sweating bullets but trying his best to contain his fears on the matter at hand Lonnie took a moment to text Deborah with, “Bad timing. Dealing with my ex and her ole’ man. Call you after we leave their house. Miss you Gorgeous.” Giving her a minute to reply with her understanding she replies back with, “Miss you more Big Daddy.” He followed that with one more text, “Radio silence. This could get ugly. I’ll explain later. No reply needed.” He added a kissing Emoji to mask how it sounded. Hopefully she obeyed. Obeyed? Where did that word creep in from? Lon shook it off before heading over to Mark and Berk. Finch was obviously still overseeing the women.

Berk noting Lon’s walking toward them grunts to let Mark know. He had heard the screen door so merely continued removing the Harley’s carburetor.

“How goes the autopsy Doc?” Lon attempted humor. Mark winced up at him and shook his head.

“Nobody’s dead. Yet. It’s always more fun depriving them of body parts, while they still have spark.” Mark Rapier liked his reply. Changing the subject he headed straight for the soul. “Here to talk about your kid’s bitterness toward me?”

“You asked for a pic in her graduation gown.” He lowers the cell to show him. Drawing back a bit to avoid the glare on the cell he puckered his approval.

“Sexy as ever.”

“I’d prefer your compliments over my daughter to be a little less erotic.” Lon grew some balls, “What’s this about you trying to get my kid involved in your bondage crap?”

Mark grins as he chose to snatch up a rag to wipe his hands before standing tall. He hovered over Lonnie by three inches. “Bondage crap? Are you putting down my lifestyle Lon Wolf?”

“Only if it draws in my daughter. She’s barely legal and still impressionable. If she’s uncomfortable in your discussions of it, I’d prefer you just keep it to yourself. What you and Paula do is between yourselves.”

“My decisions NOT Paula’s.” Mark calmly informs Lonnie.

“Whatever. Speaking of Paula…you’re punishing her for defending her own daughter? It’s easy enough to tell that you’ve isolated her to the guest room.”

Behind them Berk chuckled, then chose to swig his beer before letting out any further expressions of amusement. Lon ignored Berk in favor of direct eye contact with the hulking Mark. So far so good.

“Only proving I can live without her if she’s going to believe anyone other than her Master.”

“Master? I don’t see any collar on Paula.”

“I can fix that. Berk? Go grab Hawg’s collar off his neck and bring it to me. Don’t lose an arm while you’re doing it.” Mark sneered coldly. Berk wasn’t certain if Mark meant it so hesitated.

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