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I was in my senior year of college, with the clock ticking down on my final weeks until exams, graduation, and then … decades of being an adult. I wasn’t even waiting, putting it off for a few more months—I’d already lined up an internship for the summer.

I had a list of things I always meant to try while I was at college, but never got around to doing, and now I was more determined than ever to check off each item on that list. Ten things on my list. Ten weeks to graduation. One item per week. It was now or never—I’d procrastinated long enough.

Item number one. The college’s art department hosted a monthly life drawing session. I’d gone once or twice to draw from the live models and was always curious what it would be like to model for the group myself. I was shy, though, and although I wasn’t close to any of the other artists in the group, the idea of taking off my clothes in front of strangers—strangers that I’d see around campus—was too daunting. Now, though, there were only a few weeks and then I might never see these people again. Suddenly, it was a little less daunting.

I was comfortable with my body. I’d put on a little weight during my four years, but it was mostly in the right places—my ass, my tits. That shouldn’t matter, I know, but my feelings about how I looked naked inevitably fed into my calculations about disrobing in public. I had straight, black hair down to the middle of my back. My belly wasn’t flat, but I didn’t think of myself as chunky, either. Boyfriends—I’d had one for each year of school, mainly in the first semester—had said that they found my curves to be sexy, a turn-on.

I wasn’t sure what to do with my pubic hair. Judging by the other models I’d seen at the sessions, there was more variety than I would have expected. But the models also weren’t all college students—some were men and women from the local community, and they ran the gamut as far as age, from early twenties, up until … there was one woman who must have been pushing seventy, but she was amazingly comfortable in her skin. I adored her.

She’d had the full bush going on, grey hairs and all. But then I’d also seen some, usually on the younger end of the spectrum, who were completely shaved. Even one man, which I hadn’t expected. My boyfriends usually kept their pubic hair in check, enough that I wasn’t picking hairs out from between my teeth during blowjobs, anyway, and I did them the same courtesy—short and sweet.

I decided that I shouldn’t change who I was just for this. Even though I’d broken up with my last boyfriend just before winter break, I’d continued, out of habit—and just in case—to keep my dark hair trimmed into a neat triangle.

Our college had a May Day tradition where students would strip down and go bare for the day. The administration had adjusted to the fact that there was very little they could do about this. They knew the optics of campus police chasing after, tackling, handcuffing naked women was bad, and you can’t even ask nudists for their ID to prove they belong on campus. Instead, they took to issuing safety guidance, advising nudists to stay well back from the main roads to avoid gawkers. Because I lived in one of the few dorms on the other side of the only major road going through campus, I didn’t even see any of this my first two years. Word had it that the main practitioners were lesbians and granola-heads who hung out near the quad playing frisbee and acoustic guitar in their all-together. My junior year, I went to school abroad, and my school in England had no such tradition. Instead, they celebrated Guy Fawkes’ Day on the fifth of November with beer and fireworks.

Nudity, for me, was reserved for bathing and sex, and full nudity sometimes only the former. I didn’t play any sports in college, either, so I was four years removed from the vaguely uncomfortable feeling of public showering.

From my experience as an artist with the life drawing group, the model arrived fully clothed, then about five minutes before the start, while everyone is still setting up, they go into the back room, and emerge again wearing a robe. When everyone is ready, the moderator gives a signal, and the model disrobes and takes the first pose. There’s nothing sexy about it—no striptease. No tease at all. One moment robed; the next moment unrobed.

I tried not to think of the models in terms of attractiveness. I tried to think of them as a body, a collection of parts, a challenge to translate curves and features and hair and that disobedient bitch foreshortening, all into a two-dimensional representation that on my best days at least looked like a person, if not that person. Sometimes, though, even a person who is not presented in a sexy context, exudes that sense nonetheless.

There was, for example, Nadja. Nadja was actually a professor at the school—to my knowledge the only professor that participated in the life drawing group in any capacity. Even the art department was largely absent from the group’s functions. And as a professor of statistics, Nadja was about as far from the art department as one could get within the bounds of ardahan escort the campus. It wasn’t even basic statistics—she taught advanced probability and algorithms. Not the kind of thing a freshman takes, and certainly nothing I’d taken in my liberal arts focus. Sexy math. At least, that’s how I thought of it after seeing her model. Her dark Indian skin glowed and shone as she worked up a sweat through a series of poses and by the end of the session, I realized that I was damp, too, and not just with sweat.

Her breasts were small, but not flat. They were shaped like large breasts from a woman with a smaller frame. Her dark, wavy hair was thick like a mane, and it was matched by the tight curly thatch between her legs. (Impressed by her sensual intellect, I’d even tried studying stats on the sly, hoping to strike up a conversation.)

There were also several male models in the rotation. Tim was a comedian who worked with props, but was otherwise nude. Gary was a yoga practitioner with amazing flexibility. My favorite, though, was John. John had a muscular frame, but not hard muscles, like a bodybuilder. Maybe a bodybuilder who’d decided to let himself go about six months ago. He had ebony skin and a lightly furred chest. His most distinguishing feature was the leaky faucet that hung beneath his legs. The tip of his penis was perpetually beaded with pre-cum that sometimes caught on the hair of one of his long thighs, drawing out a strand like a spider’s web. I wasn’t sure if being nude in front of us was a turn-on for him, or he was just always like that underneath his clothes—reading a book, taking a class, pouring a bowl of cereal. But the thought that he might be excited in front of us made me excited, too. Sometimes, lost in thought, I stopped drawing altogether and just stared, picturing myself kneeling in front of him, my hands grasping at his slightly saggy butt as I rubbed my cheek along the length if his cock, drawing a snail’s trail of seminal fluid across my face before cleaning his tip with my tongue.

When I realized I was staring, I looked up and our eyes met. He’d noticed that I’d stopped drawing and could probably tell that my eyes had been focused on his drooling member. Busted!

On the night I agreed to model, I was surprised to see John there, already in his robe. “Oh,” I said, passively, but loud enough for the moderator to hear, “I thought I was modeling tonight. I didn’t even bring my drawing pad.”

Mary, the moderator, flushed with embarrassment. “I’m sorry! We did agree to that, didn’t we? I forgot. Well, I’m sure we can work something out.”

Not that I was doing this for the money, but the model got paid forty dollars for two hours of modeling, the cost split among the participating artists. After all the time it had taken me to build up the nerve to do this, going home without modeling would be a big disappointment and wreck my momentum for checking things off my list in the final weeks of college. Clearly, though, either John or I would go home empty-handed, or if we each modeled for an hour, we’d each take home twenty dollars, and without my art kit, I’d have an excuse to ogle John for an hour.

Mary went off and spoke with some of the more senior artists and came back with an unexpected compromise. “It seems the artists don’t mind paying for two models if you’d be willing to work together.” My knees suddenly went weak. ‘Work together’? What did that even mean? As if reading my mind, Mary immediately clarified: “You know, pose together, at the same time.”

“Like as a couple?” I looked over at John, stunned by his use of the word ‘couple’ to describe us. Oh, sure, I’d thought about ‘coupling’ with John, but this isn’t what I meant. Or maybe I did. What the hell was this? It had to be a joke.

“So, are you both willing?” This was feeling distinctly like a wedding, a shotgun wedding. “You’d both get paid the full rate, work the same two hours. Everybody wins.”

I looked over at John, whose grin seemed to transmit his response.

“I- I guess,” I stammered. “I mean, we’d both be naked at the same time?”

“Yes, you would. Is that okay? With both of you?” She looked pointedly at John first, knowing that he was in agreement, and maybe I’d feel the pressure and cave, just as the lower half of my body already felt like it was doing. I was new to figure modeling, and I’d only just barely convinced myself that I was ready for what I knew it was—and now this.

“Maybe you’d even interact somehow …” Mary threw this in as she looked at me, nodding her head in agreement with whatever words escaped her lips. At least they were on the same page. I realized that as I was watching Mary’s head nod up and down, I was doing the same, in perfect reflection. I could think of no way to refuse this and save face. And I had to save face, because I was giving them my body.

I went into the back room, and, shaking, changed out of my street clothes and into my robe, stopping to look at myself for reassurance in the full-length mirror in the corner. My dark hair framed my porcelain-skinned face artvin escort with its big blue eyes, pert nose, full lips. Sweeping forward over my clavicle, my hair ended mid-chest, the ends tickling my pale nipples. My full chest gave way to my soft, yet trim, belly, marked with the sunken hole of my belly button. My generous hips flared out from my mid-section. This was the part of my body I was most self-conscious about. A legacy of both friends and boyfriends had assured me, over my objections, that they would not call me ‘pear -shaped.’ “You’re much too top-heavy to be pear-shaped,” one well-meaning boyfriend told me. I took it as well as if he’d said “No, you’re not too fat—you’re just the right amount of fat.” By my knees I thinned out a bit. I didn’t have chicken legs, though, I have very shapely calves. In contrast with my wide hips, I was proud of my calves, down into my ankles. I think of my feet as non-descript, and as such, I will not describe them. No one has ever told me my feet are ugly, nor have I been specifically sought out by foot-fetishists. I’m right there in the comfortable intra-quartile, as far as my feet are concerned.

Satisfied with my assessment, I took my blue terrycloth robe out of my yellow Piggly Wiggly cloth grocery bag and put it on, placing my clothes in the bag before tying the robe shut with a flourish. There’s something special and a bit majestic about wearing a robe in public. I felt like royalty, or at least like a patron in a European spa, taking the waters for my health. I looked into the mirror one last time and sighed. “Let’s do this.”

While I was in the back room changing, I could hear the main door opening and closing, signaling the arrival of a steady stream of artists. That assumption was confirmed when I entered the gallery room that doubled as the drawing studio. A circle of fifteen yellow stacking chairs signalled that the room was at capacity. Some nights, like during summer months when the university wasn’t in session, we only managed a half-circle or a horseshoe, and we used a black backdrop with lights at the corners. At full capacity, though, we couldn’t afford the luxury of using a wall as a backstop—the model was drawn from every angle. Some artists like to move around from pose to pose, getting different perspectives. Other artists, usually ones that set up an easel, stayed put for the entire two hours, only moving during the ten minute break mid-session.

“First time?” I was startled to find John standing just behind my right shoulder, a head taller than me. “I’ve seen you drawing before, but I didn’t know you were a model, too.”

I was relieved that he didn’t bring up my incessant staring. “Uh, yeah. Long-time artist, first-time model.”

“That’s good, though,” he said, looking over at me. “I wish I could draw. I’ll bet it gives you a better idea of how to pose, how to make it … interesting … for the artists.”

“I suppose so.”

I was rescued from having to come up with something else to say by Mary calling the group to attention. “Tonight, we have something special. We have two models, John and April, who will be working together.” I gave an awkward little wave and so did John as we shuffled to the middle of the circle.

At a nod from Mary, John and I turned away from each other to disrobe. Out of courtesy, the artists all pretended to be busy sharpening pencils, straightening their easel, etc., utterly disinterested in anything that could be seen as a strip tease. It was like they blinked and we were there, naked—not even people, but objets d’art, devoid of context.

Each drawing session began with a warm-up—more for the artists than the model—consisting of a series of five to ten one-minute standing poses. Because this had never been done with two models, John and I had no template to work from. We largely ignored each other, staying back-to-back, playing to different halves of the circle. I nearly forgot he was there until the switch between the sixth and seventh pose, when I stepped back into him, bumping his thigh with my hip. I jumped forward a bit and mumbled an apology over my shoulder. But now I was very aware of his presence. I could feel the heat radiating from his body, and felt like I could use that sensation to gauge my distance without looking over to the naked man next to me. It was also clear that we couldn’t ignore each other forever. For one thing, when the one-minute poses were over, we had to strike ever-longer poses—five, ten, fifteen, even twenty-minute poses. For those we had to relax, find comfortable positions, and certainly couldn’t contain this ruse that the other model did not exist.

I’d drawn enough models to know right away whether a pose could be held for the allotted time or not. I could just glance at someone and I’d think—”two minutes in, her leg is going to be screaming” or “there’s no way he can hold that for ten minutes.” When Mary called for the shift to a five-minute pose, I knew I should still try to stay standing while I could, but also should at least acknowledge John’s presence next to me.

I turned bodrum escort toward John and he did the same toward me. I struck a defiant pose, legs slightly spread, hands on my hips, chin high. “You look pretty intimidating,” John laughed, and moved his right foot back, and lifted his arms up, as if shielding his face from my power. This made me laugh, too, and it took me a while to steady myself as the five minutes started.

The difference between one minute and five minutes when you’re just standing still is vast. I tried not to look at John, because as soon as I did, I felt the tremble of an oncoming laugh. He has overextended himself with the exaggerated arm posture, and he knew it, too. A few minutes in, I saw his arms begin to tremble as he struggled to hold them locked in the air. I was proud of my choice of pose, arms akimbo—a very stable human structure. I was proud, but also felt relaxed—not only because of the easy position, but also because John was putting me at ease with his time-frozen clowning. It was very endearing that he’d struck a pose to make me laugh, and then held the position, despite the difficulty, as if he was doing this for me, as a tribute.

When Mary called “time,” John immediately dropped his arms to his sides and shook them out. I laughed, finally, and smiled at him, then realized the absurdity of our courtship. Here I was, naked, standing in front of a naked stranger, in the middle of a circle of clothed voyeurs. And I was comfortable with that.

John and I spent a moment shaking out our limbs—swinging arms and making little kicks with our legs, like we were half-heartedly kicking a soccer ball back and forth.

“Next pose, please! Ten minutes.”

Sometimes the artists had special requests, but usually they were happy to stay silent and draw whatever challenge the model presented. It was up to us—and although I had never modeled on my own to have a baseline for measurement, it seemed like it would be much more difficult to spontaneously come up with a pose involving the two of us. I was feeling playful, though, so I hopped behind John, put my hands on his waist, just above his hips, and peeked out over his shoulder, which my eyes just barely cleared. I was self-consciously hiding my body from view, but I had daringly made contact—skin-to-skin contact—with John.

We suppressed our giggles and settled into the pose, my hands dampening with sweat on his sides and my breath warming his left shoulder. My breasts were pressed against his mid-back, my nipples hardening enough that he must have been able to feel their distinctive poke. I had not thought about the effect that a naked woman grabbing him from behind on John. It’s a bit easier for a woman to hide her excitement, so I hadn’t considered his anatomical differences. I had five minutes, though, to meditate on this fact. I wished I were a little bit taller, to look down over his shoulder and across his chest. While I couldn’t see the effect I was having on his penis, I could gauge his breathing—deep, meditative. He must have been trying to distract himself, to think of something else, or nothing—anything but the woman standing behind him with her dainty, lily hands contrasted on his dark hips.

When Mary called time, there was no levity. John took a step forward, but did not turn around to face me as I shook out my limbs.

“Next pose, please!”

Before I could engage, John whirled around, moving deftly behind me, copying my pose, but instead of placing his hands on my hips, his right hand he laid higher, on my ribs, his fingertips brushing the slide of my breast. His left hand encircled my upper arm, moving my hand back behind me to rest on his left leg. I had started this escalation, and I was in no position to object.

“Ten minutes!” Mary called, freezing us into place.

There was no clock in the gallery, and thus no way to gauge how much time had passed. At first I tried to focus on the paintings on the gallery wall beyond the artists who were in my line of sight. There was a rather good oil painting of a forest—maybe a bit derivative of Klimt’s beech forest, but still something to be proud of for whichever amateur painted it. To the left of that was a drawing of a horse whose head was just slightly too small for its body.

Soon, though, I had exhausted my analysis of the relative talents and abilities of the artists whose work was on display and my mind drifted to the sensations I could feel at the points of contact between my body and the body of the man standing behind me, holding me as if a shield against the possibility that at artist might draw him with a head slightly too small for his body.

I could feel the power of his right hand just from the pressure of the heel against my ribs and his fingers making dimples in my sideboob. His left hand, on my upper left arm, was relaxed and gentle—the yin and the yang. His chest was just touching my upper back. I wondered how far back I could push into him without moving so much that I spoiled the pose. His lower body, I could tell through my left hand on his thigh, was angled slightly away from me. It seemed like I probably could lean back into him and he could support me. I have his thigh a little squeeze and tilted slightly at the waist. He leaned into me like a buttress, countering my lean. I arched my back, pushing my buttocks out just enough to make contact with his upper thighs.

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My phone chimed, and I checked caller ID. It was Georges Marcineau, the recently crowned Sexiest Man Alive (at least according to one magazine).

“Georgie!” I gushed. I was smiling so hard my face was cramping.

“Hey there, baby girl!” he rumbled. Oh, that deep, delicious, resonant voice, just a hint of French-Canadian accent, causing a vibration way down in my…well, let’s call it my soul. That same voice had made me melt three weeks earlier, when he said “I love you” to me for the first time, just before a limo whisked him off to Van Nuys Airport, where a private jet waited to take him to a movie location in Africa. He’d been gone since then, and I was missing him terribly and hoping for some…

“Good news!” he said. “We wrap in two days, so I’ll be back in New York on Saturday!”

“Oh babe, I’m so happy!” I breathed a sigh of joyful relief. “Are you still coming to The Event?”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t miss it for the world. But only because you’ll be there.” Even though he wasn’t physically present, I blushed at the compliment.

“I can get there by 8:00,” he continued. “You want me to pick you up?”

“Nope, I’ll meet you there.”

“You sure? It’s on my way…”

“You’ll see me there, baby, and not before.”

“Hmmm…aren’t you the mysterious one,” he said. “Some kind of surprise?”

“Maybe.”

“Aha, knew it! So, what’s the surprise?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”

“I bet I can make you tell me.”

“If you were here, maybe…but you’re not,” I countered. He paused for a moment while the little boy in him desperately wanted to get an answer, but he decided to let it drop.

“Anyway, I’m wearing a pretty standard tux,” he said. “Will that match up okay with what you’re wearing?”

“Absolutely,” I replied, then waited him out, knowing he’d ask…

“What are you wearing?” he asked.

“Maybe that’s the surprise,” I answered, in my most seductive voice.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Naked dress.

Even if you’ve never heard the term, you can guess what it means. It’s a garment (just barely), worn by a woman (usually a beautiful celebrity) to a very public event (i.e., red carpet).

A naked dress is a classic example of the concept of “less is more.” The typical naked dress is usually some combination of sheer, short, slit, plunging, backless, cut out, lacy, diaphanous, sparkly and/or flesh toned. It’s designed to show the wearer in all her glory, baring legs, arms, shoulders, back, tummy, and even significant portions of her breasts. Quite likely you’ll be able to see right through it and get a very enticing view of her lingerie (if any), tattoos, buttocks, nipples, or all the above.

Get the picture?

The naked dress is designed to push the envelope of fashion, and some might argue it often ends up pushing the envelope of decency. My outfit, what little there was of it, was designed to push the envelope of naked dresses.

After ending the call with Georges, I immediately called Tiffany, my stylist. My brilliant, amazing, wonderful stylist, whose goal in life was to turn me into a fashion icon. And she was getting it done.

“What’s up, beautiful?” her cheerful voice asked. My answer was two words:

“It’s on.”

Tiffany squealed in delight. Twenty minutes later, I stepped into a limo in front of my hotel. Tiffany was already in the car, and she gave me a rib-shattering hug.

A short drive later, Tiffany was ushering me into the modest studio of an up-until-now obscure designer who went by the name Shazari. I’d never heard the name until a few days earlier, when Tiffany had recommended her to create my dress for The Event. But that was Tiffany’s superpower: plucking a talented unknown fashion designer out of obscurity and offering her the Big Break She Needed: dressing one of Hollywood’s rising young stars, Sonya Shane (me), for a Major Event. She’d pulled it off three times already, in spectacular style. I was crashing all the “best-dressed” lists and emerging as a major fashion force.

Tiff introduced me to Shazari, who wore tight black sweats over her tiny, almost emaciated frame. Her hair was a barely-there crewcut, and her small face was almost swallowed up by an oversized nose. She wore enormous round glasses which dramatically magnified her dark eyes. She seemed intense, dour, and extremely nervous. I gave her a big hug which at first seemed to make her even more nervous, but then I complimented her work (Tiff had shown me her portfolio), and she managed something that vaguely resembled a smile.

But she still wasn’t much for small talk, so the conversation died awkwardly before it really got started.

“Well, let’s do this,” said Tiffany, and with that, I started to strip. (Don’t look so shocked, it was a dress fitting, for God’s sake.)

“Bra too?” I asked, once I was down to my undies.

“Bra too, babe,” said Tiff. I snapped the strap, peeled off the lacy black bra, and bared two of Hollywood’s most highly acclaimed breasts. I stood before my stylist afyon escort and my designer in nothing but a brief thong that matched the discarded bra.

I turned to face a large mirror that filled most of the back wall of Shazari’s studio. I didn’t feel particularly shy about being naked in front of professionals, but there’s always that tiny bit of self-consciousness, so yes, I checked myself out in the mirror. Standing before me was a tall, dark-haired woman with surprisingly pale blue eyes.

And that woman (me) was, according to various recent movie reviews and magazine articles, “exquisite,” “statuesque,” “stunning,” “a classic Hollywood beauty,” and “rumored to be dating Georges Marcineau, the Sexiest Man Alive.” I was also in the best physical shape of my life, having recently played the very physical title role in “Queen of the Vikings,” a box office smash (and critical dud) that included many barely dressed scenes of violent sword fighting and passionate lovemaking between me and various muscular blonde men.

One of the movie reviewers had written, “The only redeeming feature of ‘Queen of the Vikings’ is Sonya Shane barely dressed in chain mail,” which became the inspiration for The Dress…

Oh yeah, The Dress…

I’d seen a rough sketch of it, but now I’d finally get to see (and wear) the real thing for the first time.

Statuesque? I felt like the Statue of Liberty when Shazari hauled a little step ladder over next to me and started to climb. Well, it made sense, she was probably a shade under five feet tall in her sensible flats, and I was right at six feet in medium heels.

Shazari had something draped over one arm that looked like a metallic fishnet scarf. At first, I thought it was a measuring device, but I suddenly realized it was…

…The Dress…

Two steps up the ladder and she was still barely on my level. She told me to raise my arms, and she still had to go up to the top step (the one that the warnings on the ladder tell you NOT to stand on) to reach me. She stretched…I felt metal rings touching my hands, sliding down my long arms, caressing my nude body…and then I was wearing it, and I looked in the mirror…

“Oh my god,” I whispered, so I wasn’t QUITE speechless.

“Oh, dear lord,” breathed Tiffany. “You are going to burn down the Internet.”

How would I describe it? A dress made of holes, maybe. The ratio of bare skin to dress must have approached 100:1. The Dress consisted entirely of rings, which were made of a shiny, lightweight metal whose color was halfway between black and silver. Each ring hole was roughly two inches in diameter, and the metal portion was thinly gauged. Yes, it was reminiscent of chain mail, but the holes were so big and the chain so delicate that it wouldn’t have done much to protect me from medieval weaponry.

It had a halter neck, leaving my arms, shoulders and upper back completely bare. It hugged my waist and hips, which held the whole thing together and kept it in place. The skirt was short, not even falling to mid-thigh, highlighting my long, toned legs, somewhere near the midpoint between loose and tight, so I knew it wouldn’t be difficult to walk in. With the large holes in the rings, it was obvious I was wearing a thong. It was obvious what color the thong was. Hell, if your eyes where sharp enough, it would be obvious what brand the thong was. And as for my breasts…

…WOW…

My breasts were arguably my most notable feature. They had not (yet) been publicly exposed; my movie roles had shown me in all sorts of sexy garments, even skimpy lingerie, but I had avoided nude or topless scenes.

And of course, my red carpet looks, so carefully plotted by Tiffany, had done their best to remind the world that Sonya Shane Has Amazing Tits. Deep cleavage, plenty of side boob and even under boob, and material thin and sheer enough to HINT at my dark, erect nipples…but always within at least shouting distance of tasteful and classy.

Shazari’s dress was a whole new world for me. The neckline itself was modestly scooped, only revealing the very beginning of the upper slopes of my boobs. From beneath, though, the large rings gave way seamlessly but quickly to smaller rings at the lower slopes, then faded from chainmail to something more like wire mesh just before reaching my nipples. My nipples…my large, dark, thick, prominent, sharply defined nipples…

Yes, technically they were covered by thin metallic mesh, but the reality was you could see them. Clearly. I suppose two people could have an intelligent debate about whether they were seeing my breasts and nipples covered (just barely) by thin, sheer material with a lot of tiny holes…or just seeing my breasts and nipples.

My pretty titties are 100% natural but quite firm. Still, everyone needs a little support now and then. The Dress gave me just a hint of lift, making me look spectacular, but still allowing a bit of sway and jiggle that looked dangerously erotic.

And aydın escort my god, it felt incredible. It hugged, it touched, it caressed me like an intimate lover. The look and feel of it triggered my arousal. My first breath caught in my throat.

The fit was amazing. Shazari, working from photos and measurements sent by Tiffany, had absolutely nailed the fit, on the first try, without ever seeing me in person.

Well, at least I thought so. Shazari scowled, growled, and shook her head. “Way too loose,” she grumbled. She grabbed a tool that looked like a screwdriver filed down to a sharp point, like a shiv (I was in a prison movie once, I know about shivs). She advanced on me with it, and for an instant it looked like she was going to stab me. But then she hooked a finger around a ring on my waist, touched the shiv to a spot on the ring, twisted, and the ring popped open.

What the hell. What was this, some kind of futuristic nanotechnology? Apparently, the rings weren’t solid, but opened and closed with tiny invisible locking mechanisms. She popped off a few more of the rings, and I was suddenly thinking about the danger of a wardrobe malfunction. I pictured the bottom half of the dress coming off, leaving me on the red carpet in nothing but panties and a chain mail crop top.

“Those won’t open when I…”

“No. Not without the tool.” She sounded so dead certain that my fears vanished instantly.

Then she was picking up some new rings from a little bin on the table and snapping them into place. I worried that this could take a while, that she could be trial-and-erroring all day, but just like that she finished. The new rings must have been slightly smaller and stiffer. The Dress was now tighter and firmer around my waist, really making my curves stand out, and feeling a little bit like an armored corset.

The visual impact was significant. The Dress went from fitting me well to fitting me perfectly. Eyeballing myself in the mirror, I was certain I’d never looked sexier. Maybe NO ONE had ever looked sexier.

I glanced at Shazari in the mirror. She had a look of triumph on her face. This odd, tiny, androgynous creature was a freaking genius, and she had created the masterpiece of a lifetime. Nothing could take this moment from her. Well, except maybe if I didn’t like the dress.

“Is it…too much?” asked Tiffany. Her voice was shaky, and angst filled. Glancing at her face in the mirror, I saw fear. Fear that she may have gone too far, crossed the line of decency, broken the powerful trust she’d forged with me.

And what was causing that fear? I looked at my own face in the mirror and saw…stunned bewilderment. My jaw was hanging open, but my upper lip was curved and twisted. My eyes were wide open, but one eyelid was somehow arched higher than the other. My head was tilted sharply to one side. I was still feeling shocked and awed by the dress, and I looked…

I looked…stupid.

So of course, it was impossible for her to know what I was thinking. In this fragile moment, Tiff was fearing the worst.

“Too much?” she repeated.

“Way too much,” I said. Tiffany’s face displayed her rising anxiety. Shazari’s look of triumph was gone, replaced by one of horror.

“You’re not gonna wear it?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

“It’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I replied. Then I let out a loud whoop and did a spin in my heels. “OF COURSE, I’M GONNA WEAR IT!”

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Well, that wasn’t quite the end of the fitting session. There were a couple of accessorizing issues, like…

“Nipple covers?” I asked.

“You mean PASTIES?” asked Tiffany in horror. “Girl, please…”

“I guess you could wear them,” said a frowning Shazari, in a tone suggesting she wanted to end her sentence with “if you’re an idiot.”

“Free the nipples,” said Tiffany. “You’re a big star now, time for the titties to have a coming out party.” My tummy fluttered with nervous butterflies at the thought of being so exposed, but…yeah, I wanted to do it.

Which left only the question of…

“What about the panties?” asked Tiffany, gesturing at the black thong I was wearing. “Obviously, that won’t do.”

“No, not this,” I agreed, because obviously it was way too small.

“No, not that,” agreed Shazari. “It’s way too big.”

Huh?

“You wear this with it,” Shazari said, handing me a very, VERY tiny scrap of sheer black material.

Gulp.

Well, I guess I needed to try it on. So, I reached up under the dress and slid my thong down my legs…

“Oh…my…” said Shazari.

“Um,” said Tiffany. “Might need a trim there…”

And then I pulled the tiny G-string up my thighs and into place. It ALMOST covered my bush. A quarter inch, possibly a half-inch, of curly hedgerow peeking over the top of the panties. But the panties were black, and my hair is very dark, so you couldn’t really see it…could you? I tried pulling it up a little higher, to cover more bush, but then the tiny ağrı escort gusset just slid up into my pussy. No, that was definitely worse.

“You can’t really see it,” said Shazari, “but I’ll adjust the G-string so it gives you a little more coverage.”

“Or you could just shave the beard, Cavewoman,” said Tiffany.

But I didn’t want to shave it off because…

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

I had started growing it out right before we began shooting “Queen of the Vikings.” I was studying the script and doing these horrific workouts to build muscle and I was trying to get into character as this badass Viking warrior goddess. Prissying around with my pubes just didn’t seem like something a badass Viking warrior goddess would be doing.

And afterward…I felt that shooting the movie had been an incredible experience. Demanding, physical, empowering…I loved the headspace I’d been in, and I decided to stay there by keeping up the beastly workouts even after we wrapped. And physically, I just loved how my body looked and felt. The bush felt like part of the package, so I never got around to shaving it off.

Flash-forward a couple of months to Premiere of “Queen of the Vikings.” I was still looking badass and feeling badass, but Tiffany had put me in this dress I thought was a little bit cutesy for a Viking queen (kind of a Little Black Dress variation with some pink highlights), but I trusted her because she’d just hit two massive home runs for me in the outfits she selected for me at the Oscars and the VMAs, and of course she turned out to be massively right (again) with the cutesy dress, and…okay, I’m digressing.

Anyway, at the Premiere after-party, there was Georges Marcineau, reigning Sexiest Man Alive. He hadn’t been in the movie, but he’d shown up for the Premiere because he was friends with Henri LeConte, the director. I hadn’t met Georges before, so Henri introduced us, and I was absolutely mesmerized by the guy. Tall, really tall, like six-foot-five; narrow hips, massive shoulders, and chest; a jaw you could smash beer bottles on; dark hair, obsidian eyes, kissable lips, brilliant smile, easy laugh, this little smirk that told you he wasn’t taking any of this too seriously…he was simply irresistible.

Apparently, he was into me too, because his eyes locked onto mine and never left me for the rest of the evening. We talked and laughed and flirted and stared into each other’s eyes, and everyone else was giving us plenty of space to make the magic happen.

When he asked me to go back to his room (in the same hotel as the after party), it was an easy yes. When the door closed and we were finally alone, we kissed, groped, started to undress each other…

…and then I remembered that I still had that thick, luxurious beaver pelt…

…and he was just staring at it, and I found myself trying to apologize and explain, and I was about ready to ask him to give me ten minutes in the bathroom and let me borrow his razor…

…when he scooped me up, threw me on the bed, and put my legs over his shoulders and buried his gorgeous face in my muff and went down on me like I’d never been gone down on in my life. And when he finally came up for air, half an hour later, I’d lost track of how many orgasms he’d given me.

Even after all THAT, for some reason I still felt shy about it and told him I was planning to shave it all off. And he said that if I did, he’d die of a broken heart.

I didn’t want that on my conscience.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Yeah, adjust the panties,” I told Shazari.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

And then came the night of The Event. There were five of us in the limo (not counting the driver), but I was the only one who would be getting out, in front of a crowd, in my smoking hot little naked dress. Fuck yeah, I was nervous.

Tiffany was there, of course, along with a hair stylist and makeup artist. The fifth was Monica, my assistant, who was on the phone with Event Security, coordinating my arrival. There were three cars in front of us…then one drove off, and we were now third in line.

Tiffany and her team were chattering and fussing over me and driving me insane, so I made a hissing noise, and they went silent backed away. I immediately felt guilty when I saw the hurt looks on their faces. I was the product, but we were a team, and they were doing their best. I apologized, they smiled, and the vibe was back to positive.

One car in front of us now, and they were taking their sweet-ass time…

“Yeah, just Sonya,” murmured Monica into her phone. “Okay, yeah, we’re ready.” The car in front of us drove off, and our car rolled forward into the drop-off zone.

“Ready?” asked Monica, looking at me.

“Ready.” I glanced at Tiffany, who had tears in her eyes, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself from bawling right along with her.

“My god,” she said. “You look so fucking beautiful right now.” I wanted to hug her so bad…no, we weren’t lovers or anything like that, simply good friends, but we were both huggers, and I felt scared, alone, and naked, and I really wanted to feel the comfort of her body.

But we didn’t dare. Everything was perfect; we couldn’t risk a makeup smudge or a couple of hairs out of place at this point. Instead, I just scooted carefully over to the door and waited.

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Author’s Note: This is part of a series following Casey and Alex as they explore their exhibitionist and voyeur kinks, along with many others, in the sex club Haven. They don’t have to be read in order to make sense, they are more like vignettes.

***

“And did you see the size of his cock Alex? Its like he was fucking her with a baseball bat!” Casey said, still aroused from her first experience as a voyeur just down the hall from the bar they were now seated in. They sat in a booth, Alex with a strong rum and coke and Casey with a lager.

“Of course I saw it, it was impossible to miss! And it looked like he was literally fucking that woman’s brains out. I don’t think she would have known her name if you asked her!” Alex responded, his arousal equal to his wife’s. Their first night in Haven was certainly off to a sexy start. The couple was supposed to be simmering down but they couldn’t stop discussing the animalistic sex they had just witnessed. In fact their arousal was at an all time high. Alex could see Casey’s stiff nipples trying to push out of her lacy top which mirrored his cock in his briefs. He was certain that Casey was sitting in a puddle of her own wetness.

Just then Casey spotted movement by the entrance. “Oh fuck!” Casey whispered “It’s them!” The source of their arousal had just walked in and were ordering drinks at the bar. From the way they were joking with the bartender it was clear that, unlike Casey and Alex, this was not their first night at Haven. They got their drinks and turned to look for a seat. Casey noticed that they each had two drinks in their hands. The man raised one of his glasses at them as if to wave and started to walk in their direction. “They’re walking over here!” Casey whispered in a small panic, taking a big gulp of her beer.

“Mind if we join you?” The woman asked as they approached the table. Alex looked at Casey and shrugged, he couldn’t think of a good reason why not to invite the couple to join them. “Not at all, here” Alex responded with a smile and scooched over to make room. Casey did the same on the opposite bench. The man sat beside Alex and the woman beside Casey.

“We bought you guys another round, hope that’s okay.” The woman said with a smile as she passed her two drinks down the table. “I’m Debra and this is my husband Phil.” Casey and Alex introduced themselves as well.

Soon the couples had shared a fair amount of info about themselves and everyone was feeling comfortable. Debra was a professor at the local college and Phil formerly worked in admissions at the same college, which is how they met. Phil quit admissions after seeing so many students pushed into career paths that didn’t fit them. “Not everyone has to go to college, but kids don’t hear that when they are in school. That’s why I became a carpentry teacher at the local high school, to help kids figure out what’s best for them.”

The topic turned to Haven. “So what led you guys to Haven? I know you’re at least into watching couples.” Phil asked with a wink and a smile.

Alex laughed “Well for tonight I think we were going to try having sex with an audience. Keep things simple for our first night out.”

“But we’re into a little bit of everything, so I expect us to have lots of fun in the future.” Casey added with a devious smile.

Phil laughed and looked at his wife. “You guys sound like a younger version of us! That’s smart though, you don’t need to overdo things. There’s plenty of time to explore. Deb and I have been here for a few months now and it feels like we’ve just scratched the surface of our list!” Phil continued “But if you want an audience, we’d be happy to watch! We have that room rented out for the next hour.”

Debra sensed the hesitation in the young couple. “No pressure, you can say no. We were nervous on our first time so we just wanted to offer.”

Casey and Alex looked at each other and agreed. The couples discussed some ground rules, finished their drinks, and set off for the room.

…

Debra was the last one in and closed the door behind her. Casey and Alex crawled onto the bed together while Phil found a place on the couch. Debra joined him, kissed him deeply, then they both turned their attention to Casey and Alex. It was immediately clear that the young couple was still nervous. Thankfully Debra spoke up “Don’t worry, that’s to be expected on your first night. Would you like us to help you?”

Casey nodded “Yes, please. I’ve never been naked in front of strangers before.”

Debra laughed “Not many people have!”

“Okay, let’s get started nice and slowly. Alex, why don’t you start by kissing your beautiful wife?” Alex turned and looked Casey in the eye, they both smiled. Alex pushed her back onto the bed so that she was laying flat on her back. Then he positioned himself parallel to her and dropped close to her for a deep, passionate kiss. Quickly adana escort arousal overtook their nerves and they began making out. After a few minutes Debra spoke up again “Good, when you’re ready Alex take off Casey’s top and show us her gorgeous tits. Then suck on her nipples.” Alex broke from the kiss after a few moments and followed Debra’s instructions. He unclasped the lace bra, freeing his wife’s breasts for their new friends to see. Casey felt a jolt of excitement in her clit, she was topless in front of strangers. Her nipples hardened but she couldn’t tell if it was from arousal, the cool air, or in some sort of erotic pavlovian response knowing her husband was about to suckle on them. She didn’t have time to parse it out before Alex latched onto her left nipple with his mouth. Casey let out an accidental moan. “Oooooh she likes that” Debra cooed.

Alex was being thorough, spending several moments on her breast. Casey moaned a few more times, she loved having her nipples sucked. As Alex switched to her right breast she looked over at the couple on the couch. Even from across the room she could tell that Phil’s massive cock was erect in his pants. Her eyes must have lingered because Debra started rubbing it. “Now you have my husband all worked up. And from what I can see, your husband is too. I think they would like having their cocks touched, don’t you agree?” Casey nodded and reached her hand to Alex’s crotch. His cock was rock hard, as it always was when he suckled from her. She began massaging it through his pants as well. Alex groaned as he pulled Casey’s right nipple into his mouth and began sucking. Casey’s pussy spasmed at the feeling. She continued touching Alex’s cock, subconsciously mirroring Debra’s motions on Phil’s. Debra slid her free hand to her panties and began rubbing herself, now masturbating them both to the sight of Casey dry nursing Alex. Her arousal was in full swing now, she could feel her pussy getting wetter, more relaxed. It was ready for a cock.

“Baby I need you to fuck me” She interrupted Alex’s suckling with a husky voice filled with need. “Please, baby, please use my pussy.” Alex had learned when to tease his wife and when to listen. He could hear the desperate arousal in Casey’s voice; a perfect time to tease her. Alex sat up on the bed and once again pushed Casey onto her back. The anxiety of being naked in front of others was entirely displaced with their horniness. Alex removed Casey’s panties which were soaked through and his own pants and underwear as well. Casey’s pussy looked so inviting, glistening with her precum.

Alex couldn’t help himself as he lowered his face to her slit and began licking her delicious juices. He made a few passes with his tongue, each started just above her asshole and glided up over her clit which was protruding ever so slightly. Casey moaned with each spasm of her clit, her need for a cock grew by the second. She felt Alex’s tongue invade her pussy, pushing a few inches inside before retracting. He repeated this several times, fucking her with his tongue. Casey could feel an orgasm building, she couldn’t take much more teasing. Her clit felt like it was on a hair trigger, ready to cum at any second. Alex could tell Casey was close too. He stopped working her pussy and pulled her up onto her hands and knees then positioned himself behind her.

Casey saw that the couple on the couch had shed their clothing and were now openly masturbating to her and Alex. Debra’s tits were on display as she fingered herself and Phil had his massive cock in hand. He was stroking it slowly as he stared intently at her. Casey didn’t have long to appreciate the scene as Alex pushed her upper body to the bed. Casey felt Alex move and braced herself for his cock. Instead she felt his tongue on her asshole. Casey let out a loud surprised moan “Oh Gooooooood”. She loved having her ass eaten but it felt so slutty and dirty. Alex knew her feelings about it well, it was her slutty guilty pleasure. Now he was going to make her cum publicly with it. He swirled his tongue clockwise around her tight hole, collecting all of the wetness that dripped down from her pussy. She felt her asshole relax with every circle of his warm tongue.

Alex inserted two fingers into her pussy as he continued to rim her. He used his two fingers to rub her g-spot while his thumb curled under her to stimulate her clit in one fluid motion. Casey could feel herself on the brink of orgasm, she was moaning through her embarrassment. She was beginning to accept that her first public orgasm would be from having her ass eaten like some slut. Alex was licking her hole up and down now, slowly and matching the pace of his fingers. Each pass she felt her asshole relax just a little more, permitting his tongue to drive just a little deeper each time. Eventually he abandoned the vertical motion and switched ankara escort to simply driving his down in and out of her. Casey looked up and saw Phil and Debra masturbating to her getting her asshole fucked by her husband’s tongue. She was overwhelmed by the filthiness of it all.

“Oh Goddd… I’m sorry…. I’m not… fuck… I’m not usually… fuck… so dirty… it’s just… huuuuuuh… so fucking good! Huuuuuuh…” As she finished her attempt to downplay her sluttiness Alex jammed what felt like his entire tongue into her asshole. Casey’s eyes rolled back into her head and her body shuddered with an intense orgasm. She heard Phil whisper “Oh fuck” as she convulsed confirming he was still stroking his cock to her. Her orgasm subsided but before she could comment on the situation she felt Alex’s cock at the entrance to her pussy. She tried to get back onto her hands but Alex shoved her back down onto the bed. Clearly he had overcome his nerves as well and now desperately needed to fuck her. Without giving her any time to protest Alex shoved his thick cock into Casey’s drenched pussy. Casey let out a satisfied groan as she took the entire shaft inside of her, finally her pussy was being stretched like it needed to be. Alex gave Casey a few moments to enjoy the sensation of being filled with a cock that he knew she enjoyed so much.

Debra spokeup after the pause “God you two are hot. Now fuck her like she needs Alex.” Spurred by Debra’s words, Alex began pumping his cock in and out of Casey with a good amount of force. Casey was back to moaning as he slammed into her. It was Alex’s turn to look over at the couple watching them. Debra had seemingly been inspired by what she saw because she had climbed onto Phil’s lap and was grinding on his cock as they both watched him pound his wife. Debra had one hand on her clit and the other played with Phil’s balls under her. Alex’s cock pulled his attention back to his wife, it had been edged all night and was finally ready to erupt. He grabbed Casey’s hips and fucked her harder. It only took a few more strokes before he was shooting ropes of cum into her, painting the walls of her pussy with his sperm. Casey moaned at the sudden sensation of warmth filling her. She’d just been creampied in front of an audience. Alex withdrew his cock from Casey’s sloppy hole. Some cum dribbled out as he did. Casey stretched her legs and laid prone on the bed. Debra and Phil continued to fuck, giving Alex a moment to check in with Casey

“How do you feel baby?” Alex asked her as he knelt beside her.

“So goooood. That was really hot. I can’t believe you ate my ass in front of people.” She responded.

Alex smiled and shrugged “I thought it would be a fun first impression. I can’t believe how hard you got off on it. Should we get dressed?”

Casey glanced over at Phil and Debra and decided to press her luck. “We cooooould, but I really could use another cock baby. I’m still horny” Casey faked a frown.

“I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist!” Alex thought for a moment. “Alright, it’s okay with me. I’m still a little turned on too and I want to see you take Phil’s monster cock. Besides, I guess it’s not really fair to call them strangers at this point.”

They both confirmed that it was okay with each other once more and then Alex stood up. “Hey Debra, would you mind if my wife borrowed your husband’s cock?”

Debra stopped bouncing on Phil’s cock and smiled. “As long as it’s okay with you guys!”

Phil lifted Debra from his cock and stood up. He did another round of checks with both Alex and Casey before getting on the bed. Alex took a seat on the couch beside Debra.

“You are going to enjoy this dear.” They watched as Phil got into plank position over Casey and pointed his cock at her cum covered pussy. “And she is going to love it!”

Phil plunged his cock into Casey. “Holy… fuuuuuck…” Casey’s mouth opened as Phil’s cock sank into her, displacing her husband’s cum as it filled every possible inch of space. Cum overflowed on all sides of her pussy. Finally after what felt like minutes she felt Phil’s hips hit her ass, signaling that she had taken the entirety of his manhood. It helped that she was pre-stretched by Alex but this was a new level of fullness. It would have been almost painful if it didn’t feel so incredibly good. Phil was nice enough to give her plenty of time to adjust to the length and girth of his cock, something he was surely used to doing. After a few moments Phil lifted his cock from Casey’s depths back to the entrance. Casey felt emptiness like she had never felt before. It didn’t last long as Phil buried his cock back into her, returning her to the feeling of overwhelming fullness.

Phil picked up his pace and found a moderate rhythm, fucking Casey prone into the mattress. “Oh my God… fuck!… so fucking huge…” Casey couldn’t help adıyaman escort but cry out as Phil fucked her. It was easily the biggest cock she’d ever taken and it was rubbing directly on her g-spot thanks to her position. “Yes fuck me… fuck me… youre gonna make me cum… please don’t stop!” Casey was practically yelling out as Phil rammed his cock into her. She couldn’t help but beg to be fucked. Phil pushed her harder into the bed and increased his pace. It was getting too much to handle, Casey needed to cum again. She looked up and saw Alex where Phil was previously seated. He was stroking his cock as he watched. Casey had been so focused on taking Phil’s cock that she had temporarily forgotten that she was being fucked by another man in front of her husband. She had another man’s cock in her pussy. And her husband was jerking off to it. She made eye contact with Alex which was enough to launch her into a powerful orgasm. “Oh fuuuuuuck baaaaby…. Huuuuuuuuuh… I’m cumming!” It felt like her entire body contacted, her pussy clamped around Phil’s cock like a vice desperate for his cum. She might have squirted, she didn’t have the capacity to tell as she moaned in bliss.

Phil again gave Casey a few moments to collect herself before taking action. This time he removed his cock from Casey and pulled her up to her knees gently. “We have a new audience!” Phil announced as he gestured to the window of the room where three people, a woman and two men, were watching. “Let’s give them a better view!” Phil said with a smile. He laid down on his back.”I want you to ride me reverse cowgirl.”

Casey did as Phil asked and swung her leg over him. She once again made eye contact with Alex, who was still masturbating, and impaled herself on Phil’s cock. She couldn’t have hidden the pleasure from her face if she tried. Her eyes rolled up a little bit as she took the entire thing. She heard Alex mutter “Jesus Christ.” as she bottomed out, sitting entirely on the cock below her. She ground her crotch back into Phil, driving the last little bit of his cock into her. He grunted in response.

“That’s it Casey, now lean back and put your arms beside my chest so they can see your pussy take my cock.” Casey again took Phil’s instructions. Groaning as every motion stretched her in a new way. Once she was in position she started working up the cock in and out of her. Alex was transfixed on her pussy, to him it was the most beautiful thing in the world. Her pubic hair was a little matted with his cum but otherwise the perfect length and well kept. Her clit was protruding ever so slightly, engorged with her arousal. Her lips were red and swollen from being pounded by both men tonight. No matter how many times he saw it though Alex couldn’t help but admire it. He had seen it hundreds, even thousands of times. But he had never seen it with another man’s cock in it. They’d fantasized about it and used toys to mimic it. But this was real. His wife was sitting in front of him with her pussy on display, taking a cock that was not his. He was stroking himself to the scene and was nearly ready to cum despite cumming just ten minutes before.

“Fuck, I want both holes filled” Casey interjected, lifting herself from Phil. “Alex baby, come lay on the bed. I need you in my ass.” The two men got into position. This time Casey lowered herself onto Alex’s cock, allowing it to burrow all of the way into her ass. Casey groaned as she slid down. “Fuck that’s good. Phil, fuck me hard!” Phil nodded and got between the couples legs and rubbed his cock on Casey’s clit a few times just to tease her before shoving his cock back in. With Alex’s cock in her ass she was nearly too tight for Phil’s cock. Alex moaned as Phil’s cock slid over top of his through his wife’s walls. Not only was the sensation incredible, it was exhilarating knowing his wife had two cocks in her. Phil started thrusting, coaxing all three of them to orgasm with his motion. Each of them were moaning at different points on his cocks path. Casey was unable to think about anything beyond the two cocks stuffing her greedy holes. Her mouth hung open and her eyes were once again rolled up slightly, not in orgasm this time, but pure, sustained, sexual bliss. Phil was ready to cum. He increased his pace, pushing Casey up and down her husband’s cock in the process.

“God I’m such a slut, fuck. Fuck me. Use my fuck holes” She cried out as an orgasm crashed over her. “Fuuuuuuck I’m cumming! Huuuuuuuh!” Casey quivered on the cocks, pushing them over the edge. Both men unleashed a torrent of cum into her, grunting in unison. Phil was the first to remove his cock, cum streamed out Casey’s pussy and down Alex’s shaft. After checking on the young couple he returned to his own wife who seemingly had an orgasm of her own while watching. Alex helped Casey off of his waning cock and got them some wipes and towels from the shelf.

The quad cleaned themselves up and tidied up what they could. Phil rejoined the young couple and offered to buy a round for the group before they left for the night. They filed out of the room and left for the bar. Alex and Casey would certainly have lots to discuss on their ride home tonight.

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Chapter 1

It was a grey Saturday morning, and as I crawled through the bland industrial mall looking for a unit number, my heart was recklessly pumping away. Why am I doing this? It would be smarter to just go home.

It would be smarter to just go home. But I knew there was no way I could do that. For some reason I couldn’t explain, I had to do this.

I pulled around the corner of one row of low buildings, and there was a car in front of me, proceeding slowly like I was. When it turned to pull into a parking spot, I saw the unit number I had been looking for and I also pulled in a couple spots down. There were only a handful of cars parked, clustered here even though the low building stretched on for several hundred yards, making for a desolate scene.

A well-dressed black guy, looking quite professional and fit in his early 40’s was getting out of the other car. Our eyes met for a second, then we both looked away from each other, even though we both headed to the same door. He got there first and rang the doorbell, and a few seconds later an attractive blonde in her 20’s let us both in.

We entered an abandoned-looking reception area. A tall brunette, not as pretty as the blonde but with big tits barely constrained by a t-shirt, was sitting behind a forlorn, beat-up long desk. She looked up at us. “Names?”

“Danny,” I said, my voice almost cracking.

“Will,” the black guy said. His voice sounded confident, even.

The brunette checked our names off against a list. She handed each of us a clipboard with a form on it. “There will be a full release to sign later, but just to get in the door, you have to consent to having images taken, and you have to surrender your wallet and phone to us so we can get your personal data.”

My gut clenched. I knew that they’d be taking a picture of my driver’s license and ID, but my phone as well? I could tell the guy beside me was thinking it over, too, and for some reason that spurred me on. I signed the form and handed the clipboard back.

“Your wallet, please.”

I took out my wallet and set it on the desk. Then the blonde lead me into a larger room beyond, the high, unfinished ceiling half-lost in darkened gloom above. Whatever business had formerly been resident here was gone, leaving few traces except some cast-off office furniture. Of that, sixteen chairs had been scavenged to form a semicircle facing a long wall. The only things out of place were a couple professional-looking photographers’ lights – the kind with reflective umbrellas directing the light – and a large digital camera on a tripod.

The chairs were almost half-filled, and the blonde guided me to sit in the next available seat. I sat beside a younger guy who was staring nervously at his phone screen. A few seconds later, the black guy joined me, taking the chair on my left. A minute or two later, a couple more guys entered the room and took up the next spots. It was close to our designated nine o’clock meeting time, and the remaining chairs filled up quickly. No one’s late, and no one bailed, I thought to myself. I wonder if they’re all as nervous as I am?

I looked over the group. Quite a few were staring off into space, a few others checking each other out. It was quite a mixed collection of men… a few college-aged, like the one beside me, one older guy probably in his sixties, the rest mostly in their thirties or forties. There were guys who looked like they worked in trades or physical labor and several professional types. Skinny guys and portly guys like me. And, like me, about half were sporting wedding rings. If you looked over this group, you wouldn’t guess what they had in common.

After about ten minutes, a buff and handsome dude, probably in his late 20’s, walked out in front of us. “You guys all know me,” he said, “although you’ve never seen me. I’m Master Steve.”

My pulse – which had never really calmed down since getting here – skipped a couple beats. That’s Master Steve? Holy shit! He’s so… hot.

“You all got in touch with me, through kik or my tumblr. You all wanted to know when I’d be passing through your shithole of a city. You all know why you’re here, but I’ll explain it anyway… I bet it’ll give you fags a hard-on to hear it from my mouth.”

As he spoke, the blonde who had let me in, as well as the tall brunette, were handing out clipboards to each of the seated guys. I took mine absently as Master Steve kept talking. My wallet was under the clip and I pulled it out, returning it to my pocket. Beneath that was a form, with my full name and address already inserted into the blanks.

“All of you fags have a deep desire to be exposed online. You want to be naked, showing your face and your cock. You want to strangers to look at your naked bodies. And maybe… you want people you know to accidentally find pictures of you like that online. But you’re weak-willed and chickenshit. You don’t have the guts to just take your own pictures çorum escort and post them. So you came here for help.”

“Some of you will not be worthy… half of you here today won’t be exposed online. The other half are going to have a full series of pictures posted on my tumblr. Those you of you who make it further will have more than your pictures posted. And one winner… one out of you sixteen fags, will be totally exposed online.”

“I know you faggots want it so badly. Just to make sure everything’s legit, you have a standard model release form there. You have to sign it to give me permission to use the pictures we’re taking today. There’s also some stuff there about giving me permission to use the other information we’re collecting today. Sign those right away so we can start, please.”

There was a pen on a string taped to the clipboard. My eyes passed over the text on the form, filling up both sides of the sheet. I flipped it over and signed at the bottom and added the date. I could hear the scratching of pens all around me, and in a moment, the assistants were collecting the clipboards and taking them back to the reception area.

“Now the fun can begin,” Master Steve said, with a grin on his face. “We’re going to start at this end and work our way along. You should know the drill from seeing guys who have played my other games. Remove one item of clothing per picture, and after that I get to pick two or three poses. There’ll be a tray for you to put your clothes in. Leave your tray under your seat. No one gets dressed until we’re done.” He looked at the dude in the first chair. “Okay faggot, you’re up.”

With some slight hesitancy, he got up and walked to the spot on the wall where the camera and lights were aimed. He looked like a typical soccer dad in his mid 30’s, someone who jogged a bit but had a little paunch from sitting behind a desk.

He stood in a neutral pose, looking at the camera, and a second later I heard the snap-click of the shutter. The stripping shots were done pretty efficiently – take off shoes and set them in the tray, snap. Pull off sweater, snap. Unbutton shirt and drop it on top of the other items, snap. Remove socks, snap. Undo belt, drop cargo pants and step out of them, snap. Now in just his boxers, he hesitated for a second, looking up at Master Steve behind the camera. He returned an impatient glare, but before he could say anything the guy overcame whatever internal hurdles he’d faced and dropped his boxers. The shutter snapped, capturing him in his nudity. Then Master Steve ordered him to turn around, and took a picture with the guy looking back over his shoulder. Then one bent over, looking back from between his legs.

The dude walked back to his chair, sliding his tray underneath it. before he could sit back down, the blonde stepped toward him and gestured for him to follow. The disappeared into a brightly-lit area behind a partition.

Meanwhile, Master Steve gestured for the next guy to stand up. It was the older guy I had noticed before, looking like a typical retired grandfather. he was quite skinny, but his body was in decent condition otherwise. And when he took off his briefs, it revealed a long but thin rock-hard cock.

As Master Steve took the final shots, there was a loud clackity-clackity-clack sound from the area beyond the partition that the first guy had gone to, causing everyone’s heads to turn. And then the older guy was done, returning to his seat as his place was taken by a well-built young jock. He had a mouth-watering ass and thick, uncut cock that I wanted to look at more closely, but I was distracted as the brunette stepped in front of me.

“Your phone, please.” I nodded, pulling it out of my pocket and entering my unlock code before handing it to her. She walked off with it as Master Steve was having the jock pose like a defensive lineman, crouched forward and leaning on one fist.

As he returned to his chair, the soccer dad, looking a little pale, returned with the blonde. She collected the grandfather and they went behind the partition. A guy in t-shirt and jeans who looked like a construction worker was starting to strip.

When he had finished and the college guy beside me went up, the brunette returned my phone, in turn collecting the one belonging to the black guy sitting on my other side.

And then the college guy was walking back. It was my turn.

Chapter 2

Suddenly, everything was a blur. Stepping into the glare of the spotlights was like stepping into another world. I could see the semicircle of seated dudes watching me, but I was only vaguely aware of them as hazy halos at the edge of my vision. Master Steve, behind the camera, was a more distinct presence, but still looked strange and far away – like a creature in a dream, where you know that someone or something is there but you never quite see their face or body.

Not wanting to get admonished for holding denizli escort up the process, I quickly tried to focus, pivoting to face the camera. I heard the click of its shutter.

As if I’d been conditioned from watching the guys before me, I kicked off my shoes without really thinking about it, and there was quickly another snap. I felt like gumby or another character in a stop-motion cartoon as I started undressing in quick, jerking bursts. I took off my socks, and then my jeans. And then my plaid collared shirt. And then my t-shirt, revealing my paunch.

And then the big one. I’d thought about this moment dozens of times over the past week since being accepted to come to this. This was the big reveal. I wondered if the other guys would laugh at me or whatever.

I pulled off my briefs, dropping them into the tray. And then I was nude in front of this group of men – nude, except for the metal chastity cage locked around my dick.

Snap. Oh – and nude on the internet as well, maybe. Holy shit. As always happened, I felt a jolt of adrenaline as bursts of arousal and fear surged through me as I realized this moment could be preserved online forever.

Master Steve hadn’t commented much as he’d been taking the pictures, but I saw him lean in and squint as he peered at my cage. I felt like I was about to start blushing. My cock twitched, and it would now be getting hard if that was a possibility.

“How long have you been locked up for?” he asked.

“Uh, almost two months,” I managed to stammer back.

He had me shift to a couple more poses that accentuated my cage, so there could be no doubt in the mind of anyone looking that my dick was locked away.

“Stay locked, faggot. Next!”

With my brain kind of melting, I made my way back to my chair, stowing my tray of clothes on the floor below it. I barely noticed the professional-looking black guy stripping, though a part of my mind was excited at his big, soft cock nestled in a thick nest of curly pubic hair.

Whatever the next part was, it was taking a little longer, so we were on the third guy after me by the time the blonde came to collect me. I followed her to the other side of the partition. There were more bright diffusion lights there, as well as an old carpet folded over itself like a mat on the floor. The blonde instructed me to lay down on my back.

There was another camera there on a much shorter tripod, and the blonde efficiently directed me though several poses focusing on my locked cock, butt and asshole. As I pulled my asscheeks apart to show my hole to her, I had a momentary feeling of astonishment that this was where my life had lead me, but I must confess I was totally turned on by exposing myself to her.

“Okay, time for your video,” she said, gesturing for me to stand up and move against the perpendicular wall. She moved behind a video camera on another tripod and pressed something. “I’m shooting now. Spin the wheel.”

Mounted to the wall was a carnival-style roulette wheel, with different instructions in the different brightly-colored spaces. “STICK THREE FINGERS UP YOUR ASSHOLE” was the only one I had time to read before I grabbed it and spun the wheel.

It moved more quickly and easily than I was expecting, and there was an extended burst of clackity-clackity-clack as the thin metal pointer flicked past the circle of pegs. The wheel slowed down, almost stopped at “JERK YOURSELF OFF”, but then made one final click onto “DRINK YOUR PISS”.

As that sunk in, the blonde gestured at a table off to the side. “There’s some clean glasses there,” she said. I stepped over and grabbed one, realizing that the camera had been tracking my reaction this whole time. I wondered what my expression looked like. This was actually something I’d done dozens of times (I’d even managed to drink other guys’ piss a few times as well) but it felt very different with the camera pointed at me. With the idea in my head that people I knew might be able to find me online doing this.

Once again I was glad that the chastity cage was preventing me from getting a hard-on, so I could hold the glass underneath it and start pissing right away. After sitting around this warehouse for quite awhile now, I had to piss more than I realized, and I quickly filled up the glass and had to cut off my flow.

With a ringing noise in my ear, I raised the glass to my lips and began drinking it down. It was a little strongly-flavored, but not disagreeably so, and it went down easy. When I was done, I realized I might as well finish off, so I filled the glass halfway again, and swallowed that as well.

“Wow,” the blonde said as she stepped out from behind the video camera. “That was hot! I hope we get to post that online.”

I could feel myself blushing again. “I kinda hope you don’t,” I muttered. “What would have happened if I’d landed on ‘JERK YOURSELF OFF?'”

She gave me a very mischievous look. düzce escort “Oh, I would have thought of something.” I wasn’t sure if I would have liked to have found out what it was. Well, maybe if there wasn’t a camera involved. Well, maybe if there was.

In another sort of blur I followed her back to my chair and sat as she collected the black guy who was after me. Master Steve was taking pictures as a South Asian guy, maybe 40-ish, was stripping. I looked along the arc of the chairs and saw there was only a handful of guys left to go. So, now all I could do was wait. I watched the last several guys stripping with less of a sense of distraction, thinking about how much I’d like to look at pretty much any of them naked online. I wondered which of them would make it onto Master Steve’s tumblr, and I wondered what it was that drove these other guys to be here.

When Master Steve finished shooting the last guy, the assistants were still busy at their work, the blonde on the secondary shoot and videos and the brunette harvesting the personal data from everyone’s phones. To pass the time, after he turned off the bright lamps he wheeled out a cart with a laptop and a projector on it. He connected something to the camera, and soon he was projecting a slideshow onto the blank wall we had been posing against.

Images of all of the guys stripping started flipping by. “All of these pictures, and the ones that Meagan took, all belong to me now. This is what you faggots wanted, isn’t it? You wanted a decisive, strong, real man to have control of them. You want me to do the thing you’re too pussy to do.”

Someone off to my left moaned a bit. Master Steve turned in that direction.

“Oh, you’re worried now, are you? Or is it that your dick is so hard you can’t stand it? Well, For half of you, these pictures will be seen by no-one ever. Is that what you want? Or is your faggot dick aching at the thought of these going online?”

I felt my stomach twisting, and I thought once more about which half I wanted to end up in.

Chapter 3

After a while, everyone was processed, and the final stage could begin. In the center of the semicircle of chairs, the blonde dragged out what looked like an old folding card table, with a slightly-ragged green-felt cloth top. Meanwhile, the brunette set up a large whiteboard with what looked like a tournament bracket on it.

There were sixteen names on it, filled in for the first round in the order we were sitting. I saw DANNY written in six names down, in the third pair with CHAD, who was presumably the college guy to my right. I looked over at him. He looked a little scared, like someone who had bitten off more than they could chew. I don’t look that nervous, do I? I don’t think I feel that nervous! But I did feel pretty nervous, mixed with the raw arousal that was keeping me on a weird, jagged emotional ledge.

Then it began, and I couldn’t believe how idiotically simple it was going to be. Two regular six-sided dice were set on the table. “You each get a roll,” Master Steve said, confirming my guess. “Highest roll is the winner and gets to go on to the next round. If you roll the same, then you each owe me one more picture before you roll again.”

And with that, he called the first two guys, the soccer dad and the grandfather, up to the table. Without ceremony they picked up the dice and rolled. Master Steve, standing between them like a referee, leaned in to read them, then straightened up and announced, “Four… and six! We have our first winner!” The grandfather smiled shyly, and the soccer dad looked more relieved than frustrated. The brunette duly wrote the winner’s name in the bracket’s second round.

Next up were the jock and the construction worker. This time, the jock looked mortified to win, and the other guy seemed distressed that his pictures wouldn’t be posted. I mean, he could just take his own pictures and submit them anywhere, I thought to myself. But no, it’s not that easy, I guess. He probably needs a push, just like I…

My train of thought was cut off as I realized it was my turn to go to the table. The college guy, still pale and nervous looking, stood across from me. I picked up my die, and he hesitated before doing the same. I shook mine in my palm and tossed it on the table. I looked up at the college guy, and for a long second I thought he wasn’t going to follow through. What happens then? I wondered.

But then he rolled the die. I looked down at the table, and the result sunk in with a punch to my gut as Master Steve called out. “One! And Six! Another winner!”

I was a winner. I made it back to my chair in a daze.

I barely took in the rest of the first round, as my mind was racing. It’s going to happen! Those pictures are going to be posted online! I was going to be naked on the internet, head to toe, wearing a chastity cage.

I could feel the precum leaking out from my cage. My cock strained against the metal bars, trying to push through and become erect.

The second round was about to start before I was able to focus. “This round will give us four quarter-finalists,” Master Steve explained. “Quarter-finalists will get their video posted along with their pictures. Oh, and also their name.”

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After breakfast, we all head up stair to change back into our work cloths. To days job was to stain the deck so I did not want to wear anything that got stain on it I would care. So I put on my shorts I had on the day before and an old tank top that was old and worn out. I left off my bra and panties. Looking in the mirror, I loved the look. The tank top was too big on me and if I look from the side, I had a clear shot of my tits in full view. With any movement of my legs, you could see my pussy clearly from the front and my whole ass from the back.

I look back behind me and Ryan is watching me look at myself. I ask him what he thinks of my outfit. He tells me that only in his fantasy world do women dress like that. I thank him for the complement, give him a deep kiss, and rub his cock. I then tell him to keep the complements coming and I would make tonight very worth it to him.

I go to find Kelly and Lisa to see how they decided to dress. Lisa has on the same outfit as she did the day before. I tell her that she might want to wear something different in case she gets stain on here top, which is white and pink. She tells me she did not bring anything to wear like that. I tell her she is welcome to get one of my tops if she wants. She tells me thanks and we go back to my room and pull a few out she can try on. She selects a tank top like the one I am wearing but her tits are even easier to see because her tits are nowhere near as big as mine are. I reach over, run my hand over her tit, and ask if she is ok walking around outside dressed like this. She tells me that after last night she did not think she had anything to hide. I tell her that is a great way to think of it and give her a long deep kiss before we head out.

We looked for Kelly but she must have gone out already. When we find her outside, she has on an old white t-shirt and a pair of ripped up sweats that I can clearly make out has ass cheeks in. The shirt is a few sizes to small and I can see the outline of her tits perfect and can tell she is not wearing a bra. I tell her I like the look and that I bet everyone else would agree.

We all get to working on staining the deck and dock. Several times as one of the guys would walk by me and I would feel them rub my tits or run their fingers up and down my ass and pussy. I notice Lisa and Kelly are both getting lots of special attention. The best is when I am bending over the deck to dip my roller into the pan and Ryan moves up behind me and slides his finger right into my pussy and says that he hope this weekend goes on for a long time. I cannot believe how quickly he went from being all embarrassed yesterday to having the confidence to group me without even thinking about it today.

After a while, I go in to get a pitcher of sangria for everyone and Jason comes in to give a hand. He comes up behind me, runs both his hands over my tits, and kisses my neck. I just lay my head back and enjoy the feeling. He tells me that he wants to fuck me while we are both awake and will remember what we did.

I lead him into the family room and have him strip off his clothes and remove mine as while. I then tell him to lie down of the floor and put his hands behind his head. I then sit down on him with my legs on either side. I first start to kiss him and rub his chest and arms. I slowly work my way down to his nipples, I stop and suck and bite on them while slowly rubbing my pussy on his cock. When he starts to try to fuck me back, I stop him and tell him to sit still and let his aunt take care of him.

I lick my way down to his cock and balls. I spent a lot of time licking the head of his cock and playing with his balls. I can tell he is getting hot so I slowly put is cock into my mouth and go all the way down until he is completely in my mouth. At this point, the head of his cock is in my throat and I move up and down just a little so that he can feel his cock’s head going in and out of my throat. I normally can do this for a minute before I have to let it out to breath. I slowly let his cock out of my mouth and use the tip of my tongue to tease the little slit on the head of his cock. Each time I do this he jumps a little bit. I do the same thing to my husband who tells me the feeling is almost too much to take.

After repeating this several more time I move back up to allow my pussy to slide over his cock. I start out very slow and let just a little of his cock into my pussy and then back out. While I am doing this, I am pinching and licking his nipples. Finally, when I am ready to cum I push back and let his whole cock slide deep into my pussy. I start to ride him as hard as I can and tell him he needs to fuck his aunt hard. He starts to move in pace with me. The whole time I am telling him to fuck his aunt and to cum inside of her. I tell him how much his aunt needs to have his young cum in side of her. I can feel him start to cum in me, so I start rub my clit and bring myself off almost at the same time. When I finish coming, I lie down on top of him and ask him if he might remember that for a little while. He tells me that was the most unbelievable bursa escort fuck he has ever got and assures me that he would remember that for as long as he lives.

We get dress and head outside with the drinks for everyone. My husband comes over to me, slips his hand in to my shorts, and slides his finger across my wet pussy and say looks as if the sangria is not the only thing that got some juice in it. I laugh and tell him I might have just spoiled his nephew for anyone else. He tells me he thinks that happened a while ago, but Lisa might be able to help him get by when you are not there.

By 5 o’clock, we have the deck stained and have all of the equipment cleaned up and putaway. I am not sure how much everyone has drank already but I know I am feeling good and am ready to have some fun. We all head in to clean up and get ready for dinner. I get into the shower and let the nice hot water run over me and relax. I hear the door open and Ryan gets in with me. He asks if he can give me a hand. I tell him sure and I hope a few other things to.

He starts by pouring soap all over me a rubbing it in with his hands. He spends a lot of time on my tits and nipples before moving down to my pussy and ass. I love the feeling of him sliding his soapy finger in and out of my pussy and asshole. I pull him in close to me and bring my nipple up to his mouth to get him to suck on them. It only takes him a few minutes to get me off.

I then push him against the wall and do the same for him. I take time to play with his nipples before moving down to his cock and balls. I soap him up and then wrap my tits around his cock. I tell his to fuck them and with each up stroke, I suck on the tip of his cock. When he is almost ready to cum I move to take his whole cock into my mouth and let him fuck my mouth quick and deep. As he starts to cum, I go down as far as I can and let his cum run down my throat. As we get out, he helps me dry off and gives me a hug and kiss before heading out.

I know the plan is to have pizza for diner and decide that I want to have some fun with the delivery guy. I put on a short pleated skirt that has a tendency to blow up with the smallest amount of wind. I top this off with a very sheer shirt and a demi bra. I leave most of the buttons undone. I then head out to find Lisa and Kelly to see if they are up for some fun with the delivery guy. I walk over to Lisa’s room but see she is busy giving Jason a blowjob so pass her by and find Kelly. She is dressed in a cute little hello kitty pajamas that consist of very short shorts with nice wide leg opening and a halter top that is very lose. I tell her that I want to have some fun with the pizza guy and she thinks it is a great idea.

By the time we are done talking about it, Lisa comes up to us to find out want is going on. She is wearing a little baby doll teddy that is pink and mostly sheer. We let her in on the plan and she agrees right away. I tell them both that the guy who delivers the pizza is this nice little older guy maybe in his late 50s and that I have wanted to see what he would do if I was to dress like this and invite him in. We head down to find the guys and order diner. After the pizza is ordered, we all move into the family room and do a few Jell-O shots to get everyone going. The guys all agree to stay in the family room when the pizza is delivered and let us girls have some fun.

After only about 15 minutes, we hear the doorbell ring and all three of us move into the kitchen and I open the door to let the pizza guy in. The problem was it was not the pizza guy. I was looking right at my boss Scott and the shop floor supervisor John. Here I am with both of my tits clearly visible and Lisa and Kelly outfits leave nothing to the imagination either and I am total stunned. I like to flirt a little at work but have never done anything too far out there. I might wear a short skirt or low cut top and maybe spend extra time bending over or reach out to show off a little of my tits or legs but nothing like this. I know Scott has wanted me for a long time. He has asked me several times to go to dinner with him or go out to a bar but I always remind him I am married.

I just stand there not knowing what to say. He spends some time looking over me and the other two girls. He seems to recover quicker than I do and says he was not sure about coming over this weekend when I invited him and John. Now that he is here, he cannot believe that he would every pass up an invite like this. I total forgot about telling them to stop by for a beer. I tell them to come in and I hope he did not mind the way we look but we have been having a little fun this weekend and I totally forgot that they were stopping by. They both come in and John tells me that if I dress like this all the time at home he might be stopping in more often. Luckily, for me my husband comes into the kitchen and realizes what is going on. He shakes both Scott and John’s hands and brings them into the family room.

As soon as they are out of the room, I start telling Kelly and Lisa who the guys were and that I çanakkale escort cannot believe that I was just standing in front of my boss and coworker total exposed. I tell them Monday morning is going to be a tough one to face. They are both laughing and tell me that I had better make sure that they have a good time tonight. That why I can use this weekend, to black mail them into keeping quiet. I needed to regroup so I pour us all a big shot of some gray goose. I down the first and then pour us each another. By now, I am relaxing a little more and figure I might as well go with it. Knowing my husband, I am sure he is in the other room letting them in on what is going on and most likely getting them to go along with it.

When the doorbell rings a few minutes later, I jump because I total forgot about the pizza guy. I look at Kelly and Lisa and ask them if they are still up to have some fun. Kelly says she has an idea and pulls me close and tells me we should make out and let Lisa open the door. Both agree and this time Lisa opens the door and tells the guy to come in. Kelly and I are kissing and her hand is under my skirt playing with my ass. I hear the guy say whoa and I turn around and see the guy looking at Kelly and me. I say sorry about that but we just got carried away. He say don’t stop on his account. He hands Lisa the Pizza, without even taking his eyes of Kelly and me.

I turn us sideways to give him a better look, reach up, and start to play with Kelly’s tits. Lisa moves behind Kelly, reaches around her, pulls my tits out, and starts to play with my nipples. I look over at the guy and he looks like he has no idea what he should do. I tell him the money is on the counter but if he has time, I think we have a tip he might not forget. He tells us he has plenty of time. We move over to him and I start to kiss him while Kelly and Lisa undo his pants. He reaches up and starts to play with my tits. Lisa pulls his cock out and start to jack him off. Once his cock is hard they lean in and both put their lips over his cock. They run their mouths up and down his cock and stop to kiss each other and then back to his cock. I ask him to play harder with my tits, and tell him that they are so hard and sensitive right now. I do not think the guy was able to last even 5 minutes before he cums and shoot all over my legs and the girls faces. They both lean over and lick his cum off my legs. The whole time the pizza guy is watching. I ask him if that covers the tip. He tells me that more than covers the whole bill. We each take a turn giving the guy a deep kiss and play with his cock a few more times before he leaves. He tells us to let him know when we need pizza in the future.

As the guy is going down the drive, we are all watching and Lisa moves up behind me and lefts my skirt to give the guy a nice look at my pussy. I am so hot that I just want to cum, I reach down and pull Lisa hand onto my pussy and use it to start to rub my clit. I then remember my boss and coworker are in the next room. I try my best to get a grip on myself and get ready to move back into the room and tell the girls I need another drink before I go back into the family room to face Scott and John. We each do another shot, I pick up the pizzas, and we move into the family room.

I notice that all six of the guys have been watching what was going on in the kitchen. They start joking around about how happy that guy was and how they bet the pizza will be free from now on. My husband comes over to me and tells me Scott and John could not keep their eyes off of us while we were playing around and that Scott asked him several times if he was alright with what I was doing. He told Scott as long as he was there and had control of the situation that he loves when I play around. He also told him that I never do anything without him and that he should not get any ideas about what might happen at work. Scott told him our secret was safe with him. John also gave my husband his word.

I can tell I need to eat something because the last three shots were starting to get to me. We all eat and have several more drinks. Over dinner, we all start talking about the kind of life style my husband and I live. I tell a few stories of how we started to play around when we were still in high school. I tell them some of the more interesting times we have had. We go around the room and compare stories. Jason and Lisa both talk about what we did with them at St. Patrick’s Day. The rest all say that they have never done anything like this but had always wanted to.

My husband comes up with a new game for us all to play. He tells us that each of us should take two pieces of paper and write on the best fantasies they have ever had. Then we each put our names on a separate sheet. The guy names went into one bowl, the girl names into a different bowl. The fantasies into a third bowl. The plan was to pick the first fantasy from the bowl and then select from the other two bowls the number of people it would take to fulfill the fantasy. Each fantasy would get 2 minutes and then we would move on to the çankırı escort next. Before we got started, I added that each time we all had to do a shot before we pick. Each round we would do a shot of the oldest person’s choice all the way to the youngest.

Scott being the oldest picks to do a shot of Johnny Walker. So each of us pour a shot and drinks it down. Normally I cannot drink strait JW but with everything I drank today, I do not have a problem. He then goes over to the bowl with the fantasies in it and pulls out the first one and reads it to us. It is to watch two girls 69 each other. This turns out to be John’s fantasy. I think this is tame and I am sure all of us girls would have no issue with this. Scott pulls Kelly and Lisa’s name out of the girl’s bowls. Lisa and Kelly move to the center of the floor and both remove their bottoms. Kelly lies on her back and Lisa gets on top. They both start to lick and pay with the others pussy. I can tell that they are turned on. Before either of them can cum the time runs out.

My husband is the next oldest and he picks to do a shot of apple pucker. As he pours, I can tell he is giving the girls a much bigger shot then the guys. We all drink and then he selects the next fantasy. This time it is more fun and daring. The fantasy is to fuck a girl outside in plain sight of anyone that could be around. Scott tells everyone that was his. My husband picks John’s name from the guys bowl and tell me that it is only fair that I take this one because Kelly and Lisa had to do the last one.

We all head outside, John and I move right up on too the deck and continue out to the end of the dock at the water’s edge. I do not see anyone around but am sure that anyone looking our way could see everything. I lean on a post and bend over so that I know everyone can see my ass and pussy right under my skirt. John moves up behind me. To show me off a little more he flips my skirt up over my ass. He then unzips his pants and pulls out his cock. He then slides it into my pussy. He starts out slow but picks up speed quickly knowing that he only has two minutes. He reaches up and pulls my shirt up to expose my tits. He starts to pull and twist my nipples. I am so hot that I am almost ready to cum and can feel it building up when we run out of time. I stand up, flip my skirt down, and put my tits back in my shirt. I give John a kiss and tell him maybe next time he can cum in me. I look around and notice that a few of the boys that live next door are outside playing. I see them looking our way as we are heading back to the house, but not sure if they had seen what we were doing. We all head back in and get ready for round three.

It is my turn to pick a fantasy and drink. I am really feeling drunk so I tell everyone that we are all just doing a shot of sangria. After doing my shot I pick the fantasy. This fantasy is to stand in the center of a room naked, have everyone in the room feel, and grab me all over. They are touching, kissing, and licking me everywhere. Kelly tells us that this was hers. My husband says that he sees no reason for us not to let Kelly fulfill this fantasy. She moves into the center of the room and takes everything off. Once the timer start we all move up close to her and start to play with her. I move behind her and start to kiss and suck on her neck and earlobes, everyone else take different parts. I can see Ryan is sucking on her right nipple someone else is playing with her left. Scott moves up next to me. He starts to run his one hand over her ass, moves his other hand up my leg, and starts to play with my pussy. I spread my legs and give him full access. I can hear Kelly moaning and can feel her cumming almost at once. At the end of the 2 minutes, she tells everyone that more than meet her fantasy.

We all agree to make this a little more fun that who evers fantasy is picked that they get to take part in it. It is johns turn and he picks to do a shot of blackberry brandy. By now, I am walking a little wobbly but still have a clear head. John picks the next fantasy and it is to have a girl jack him off and allow him to cum on her face and tits and then have her scoop it up and lick his cum off her fingers. Ryan tells everyone that this is his. John pick Lisa’s name out of the girl’s bowl. I tell them if they make it interesting to watch that we will let them finish.

Lisa pulls her top off and gets on her knees. Ryan moves over in front of his sisters and removes his pants and underwear. Lisa starts by rubbing her pussy and getting her hand all slippery with her own juices. She then starts slowly moving her hand up and down his cock and every few strokes she puts the head of his cock in her mouth and gives it a few got licks. When she is not sucking, on his cock she tells him how his sister wants him to cum on her and how she wants to feel his hot cum on her face and tits. I can tell he is ready to cum when his sister stick her finger from her other hand up his ass. With that, he shot right into her face and the next one is on her left tit. When he finishes shooting, she leans over and licks the top of his cock clean. She then lets him go and pulls her tit up to her face and licks them cum off her tit and uses her finger scoops up the cum on her face and sucks it off as if she is sucking his cock. We all give her a big applauds and all of the guys tell her she could do that for them anytime.

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Previously on the Landers Twins: The identicals had masqueraded as each other on a weekend trip to Lisa’s home in the city. Both Lisa’s husband, Thomas, and I had enjoyed the benefit of the hidden swap. It was unclear if Lisa’s husband realized the swap had occurred because of his level of inebriation. Lisa had joined Lana and I, late in the evening in a voyeuristic 3-way watching me manhandle Lana to orgasm. In a moment of insobriety Lisa had indulged in a bit of incestuous contact with her sister. All-in-all a night not soon forgotten.

Preview of Content: Maddy is turning 18 on July the 3rd, and both the identicals, Lisa and Lana want to introduce Maddy to sexual pleasures. Maddy has a secret crush on Lana, the story takes a brief diversion when Jack discovers a larger sailboat for sale, and so our story continues…

The mommy/daughter sex talk (no sexy bits)

“Yea, you want to go trust me.” Lisa tried to convince Maddy.

“I don’t know, what is there to do out there, no boys, just you and Lana, Dad and Jack… Unless you are going to share Jack what’s the point… Maddy’s voice drifting off.

Lisa laughs, “Well there is plenty of Jack to go around, that’s for sure!” waving her arm imitating a big cock like Lana did on the Fuck Cove story from his last visit.

They both laugh.

“Did you see it?” Maddy asked.

“Girls don’t tell, especially married ones,” Lisa said quietly as she was holding up an imaginary foot-long thick German summer sausage with both hands in front of her pelvis, grinning.

“Really?” Maddy’s eyes got big as she contemplated what she was imagining.

“Oh yea, honey, not for beginners, trust me…” Lisa warned.

Still, Maddy was intrigued.

“So, did you ever? Like before you and dad married?” asking in a demure way, if Jack had ever fucked her.

“Before I was married? Oh, he tried, but no.” which was true, Jack had stuffed her pussy just a week ago, after she was married, she thought.

“Have you ever watched Lana and a guy?” Maddy asked.

Lisa hesitated, she had, many times, even with Lisa’s boyfriends when they masqueraded as each other but was cautious as to how much to share with her husband’s daughter.

“Yes, before we were married, it’s kind of hot, like an out-of-body experience, I guess. Since we are identicals, it’s like watching yourself fuck but in real time, not like watching a video, it’s hot in person.” Lisa admitted, “But that’s our secret ok?” she added.

“Fuck, that’s hot, I wish I could have seen that, or even had a twin sis myself, did they know? the guys, I mean?” Maddy was getting excited and maybe a bit loud.

“Shh- No, they didn’t know, sometimes we swapped, and they didn’t know, other times we just watched each other. Mostly guys will go along with anything if it means they’re going to stick their dick into something warm and wet.” Both Maddy and Lisa laughed out loud once more.

In a surprise admission, Maddy said; “Ronny, the gymnast, kissed me once and tried to finger fuck me, I didn’t let her though.”

“Really? When was that?” Lisa quizzed; an eyebrow raised.

“The night, Lana came over with Jack. She tried it in the car, I guess it turned me on, I mean, I guess I like girls and guys, but I always pictured my first time with a guy. Is that strange?” Maddy asked.

“No, honey, I think that’s natural. In college, there will be a lot of opportunities with both girls and guys. There is no rush. But yea, I think a guy for your first time is right, even though high school boys know very little on how to please a woman.” Lisa explained.

“What about Jack?” Maddy asked.

“Oh, god no, he would tear your virgin pussy apart, fuck after a lot of experience with men, Lana can barely handle him. When he throat fucks her, she sounds like a smoker for days. Lisa warned for a second time.

“Throat fucking?” Maddy asked.

“Oh, yes, guys with big cocks love to stuff them down your throat girl, the smaller you are the more they want to fuck your throat and your ass. You might as well get used to the idea, you’re a tiny thing,”

“That’s got to hurt? Right?” Maddy asked, a shiver running down her spine.

“A big cock in your ass feels good, filling even, as long as it’s lubed and he gives you time to adjust, Deep throat is something you like or don’t. I like it. Swallowing a big fat cock, pushing my face up to his base is awesome, other women don’t like a dick touching their lips or their ass. To each her own, I guess.”

“I guess I will have to try it and see,” Maddy speculated as a knock on her bedroom door sounded interrupting their conversation. Maddy had already decided to serve herself up to Jack despite Lisa’s warning of his size, maybe overconfident in her abilities, Maddy didn’t want some shitty schoolboy for her first.

“You girls Ok?” Thomas asked as the door opened.

“Yes Daddy!” Maddy replied in an innocent school girl adana escort inflection.

“Dinner’s ready, y’all come on down now,” Thomas suggested, as Lisa rose from the bed.

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The Drive Home (no sexy bits)

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?” Lana asked, not a mile or two after leaving Lisa, Maddy and Thomas waving in the drive.

Suddenly I felt like it was a trick question, sure I wanted to fuck Maddy and Lisa again for that matter. But I was unsure which she was asking about, and even if I did, not sure I would want to admit it.

“Who? Lisa?” I asked the safer choice I had calculated.

“I told you I was happy with the prettier one of the two of you, before our sailboat ride,” I threw in a compliment to defuse the situation.

“Lisa told me the next morning you knew it was her,” Lana accused.

“Well, not until the end when I was titty fucking her and saw her wedding ring, if you two are going to swap like that you probably should work on the details,” I laughed, trying again to defuse.

“So, you were titty fucking her and saw her wedding ring?” She slapped her forehead in a mock stupidity expression.

“Yea, pretty much had me fooled until then, you aren’t guiltless either, cum was still dripping out of you when you returned to my bed,” I reasoned.

“She said he would be asleep, that wasn’t supposed to happen,” Lana tried to justify.

“Hey, we’re all adults here, besides I she needed a vacation,”

“Speaking of adults, Maddy is 18 next week, do you plan on fucking her too?” her voice returning to a bit of accusation.

“I think, she is into girls, did you see her date that night? That little slut puppy she ran out with was no virgin and was looking at Maddy like a rare steak ready to be devoured,” I played off.

“Hmm,” Lana voiced. I could tell she was thinking about what I had said.

“She kissed me once, not like an auntie kiss, but not like a full French kiss with tongue. Maddy sucked on my lower lip while looking into my eyes, it was so sexy, she told me a girl in school showed her how to do that,” her voice trailing off as she reflected.

“Still, she is a hot little piece of ass, I bet you would fuck her if you had the chance,” Lana speculated with some confidence.

“Yea, maybe so, and fill her with cum so you could finish her off,” I said laughing and joking, but testing and waiting for her reaction.

“Don’t you think her father might hear you ripping into that virgin? Sounds like a pretty good way to die if you ask me,” Lana countered.

“Virgin? I doubt it, Maddy may not be legal until the 3rd, and I wouldn’t break any laws, but a girl that knows how to tease like her is not likely a virgin. Tell me you wouldn’t bed that if you had a shot? It’s something I would enjoy watching, might even join in on,” as I laughed at full voice to keep the conversation light and joking. Lana giggled as well, a good sign, I thought.

“You think she’s really into girls?” Lana asked, evaluating if I was correct.

“Yep, pretty sure, if I would have to guess, Bi, maybe has a fixation on her dad as well. Ever notice how she addresses him as Daddy in that sweet schoolgirl flirty way?”

“You think?” then Lana added “Yes, I have noticed that.”

“You would have to do her first, getting hit on by auntie Lana would be too weird if you’re wrong,” Lana reasoned, my cock was stirring. My girlfriend was giving me permission to bed her little niece on her 18th so she could do her in round 2.

“Yea, we can work up a plan to test her out without a risk of embarrassment if she doesn’t go for it.” I assured Lana as I worked my stiff cock out of my shorts for a little road head on the ride back to the lake.

Chapter

An unexpected diversion (bonus sexy bits)

“I will run over and look at her tonight, maybe around 6:00?”

“Great, see you then.” as I ended the cell phone call.

“Who was that?” Lana asked.

“Some guy is selling a Hunter 41 cheap. Thought I would spend a few minutes and run over there see what the deal is. Sounds too good to be true, probably a waste of time.”

“A sailboat?” Lana asked, confirming.

“Yes babe, air conditioners and 2 heads, (toilets) 1shower and 3 queen berths. If it’s in good shape, it would be a big step up from the McGregor 25,” I suggested.

“How much?”

“He’s only asking $55,000 boat is probably worth twice that, that’s why I want to see it,”

“Good luck, if you buy her take a picture and text it to me,” as she headed out the door.

I admit I was a bit anxious and drove over about 15 minutes early, rang the bell and “in it’s a small world moment, guess who opened the door?” It was the married woman from years ago that blew me at the beach in the companionway of the McGregor as the Lana and Lisa watched.

She stood there, a whisky on the rocks in one hand, a cigarette ankara escort in the other, dressed in a yellow summer dress with a floral print and high heels.

“Haw, figures!” she vocalized boisterously.

“Come on in, he’s not here yet, want a drink?” she offered.

“You know, that damn thing is all your fault, right?” as she poured a whisky on the rocks for me and topped hers off filling it to near the top of the glass.

“What is?” I asked.

“That damn sailboat, you shoved your cock down my throat, took him for a ride and suddenly he has to have one. I don’t think it has ever been sailed, It’s just a big floating clubhouse for Shelby and her friends. Now all they do is fuck and smoke weed on it.”

I hadn’t seen the little pimply face girl since that day, but even then, I thought she was 8 or so, a tiny thing, with braces on her teeth. That would put her at 14 or 15? fucking and smoking weed, I had missed something.

“She is going to college in the fall, he wants to sell it to pay for a few semesters, don’t let him con you, he will go low on the boat, and I want it out of here. You can fix her up and give me a call and I’ll meet you over at the beach sometime and show you my gratitude…”

She was not drunk, maybe a bitt buzzed for 5:45 on a weekday afternoon, but I feel her offer was serious, for the first time I considered Lana. We had been dating a couple of months and not what I would consider monogamous. Hell, she had swapped with her sister and fucked Lisa’s husband about a week before and we were both discussing bedding young Maddy on the 3rd.

“God, I still remember choking on that big cock of yours, blowing you as my husband walked up to the boat, having cum on my tits as you sailed us around. I told that story to more than a few of my girlfriends.” Her story was a bit embellished, but I didn’t mind.

Her phone chimed. She reached for it on the granite countertop.

“Late as usual” he says – “Guy coming to look at sailboat, keep him entertained till I get there, prob be 6:15 or so.”

What perfect timing, I almost felt sorry for the sap.

She looked at me and voiced; “What can I do to keep you entertained for 20 minutes or so?” knowing good and well her intentions.

We stood facing each other, leaning one hip on the center island of the kitchen. I set my drink down on the granite. Knowing action was better than words in this situation, I placed my right hand wrapping her cheek, and drawing her in close to me. A warm, passionate kiss. Her eyes open, she was accepting, not reluctant at all.

A grope of her breast with my left, her nipple hard. Her hand on my cock over my pants, my cock awaking, she is rubbing furiously looking for that man meat she remembers from years ago. She begins fighting with my belt on my shorts, eventually winning as my shorts fall to my sandals, she drops to her knees, my cock maybe half hard, she inhales it to depth.

“God, how many times I have cum thinking about that day,” she voices as she pauses.

As lovely as her lips look wrapped around my cock, her wedding ring displaying on my cock, I raise her to her feet, roll her facing away from me and bend her over the kitchen’s center island. I had always wished for the opportunity to bed her, I was going to take her right now.

I flipped her summer dress over her waist, a delightful lacy thong was the only thing separating me from her bounty. Two thumbs and they were at her ankles, stepping through them, and spreading her legs she was more than willing. The clock on the microwave said 5:58.

I had to hurry, I gave myself till 6:10 and hoped she could achieve what I know I could in that time. “Look at the clock, I am going to bust a nut at exactly 6:10 think you can do the same?” offering her the challenge as I pushed into her for the first time.

“Uh huh!” she grunted as I began to stuff her.

Her hands reaching to the other side of the island, she was supporting herself on her forearms, legs spread and taking cock like a pro.

“Oh, Oh, Oh,” It wasn’t a scream of pain, an overpowering loud utterance, or an actress performing. It was a sublime comfortable breath, exhausting as I impaled her with each stroke.

She tilted her pelvis as I grabbed her waist, assuming the perfect position to receive my manhood to full potential.

6:04: The microwave displayed. As I pulled her ass cheeks apart and watched my slickened cock impale her. I pulled my cock from her for a moment, sinking two fingers and wetting my thumb. I admit it, I like thumbing the ass of a woman folded over for my pleasure.

Some women like it better than others, but all are surprised as I invade them without warning.

When my cock is buried in their vagina to full depth. Mix in a sporadic jerking motion as if my thumb had magically come alive and is cumming in their ass, and few women can hold back an orgasm for long.

6:08 She is breathing rapidly. Any idiot would know adıyaman escort she was about to cum. She was lost in her own intensity, oblivious to the world. I began trying to decide if I was going to creampie her or spin and drop her for a nice facial. I was close.

I heard the garage door opener raising the door. I knew this meant her husband was home. In only a few moments he would drive into the garage, close the door and open the entry door into the kitchen where I was fucking his wife.

Uh, Uh, Uh! I speared her deep, letting loose my seed, pinning her against the island. I held myself plunged in her, filling her with the last sputtering of semen, before hastily removing myself and raising my shorts and buckling my belt. She dashed off with panties wrapped around one ankle to a guest bath, cum dripping from her panties swinging wildly from her right foot and high heels as she rushed into the bath.

The door opened as I just had gathered my whisky and somewhat melted ice from the counter.

“Jack?” he asked, “did she show you the boat?”

“Not yet, waiting on you,” I countered. “Shall we?” I was anxious to get him out of the room where I had just fucked his wife before he noticed the smell of sex. We walked to the back door and began the slow decent toward the lake, the dock, and the boat.

I offered him $45,000 on the spot, and after a short meeting with his wife who I had just railed over the kitchen counter, he accepted. I wrote a check, left my car in the drive for the night and sailed her home, in my mind making a slow getaway with more than one prize.

Chapter (the sexy bits)

Hot women on the new boat

Lana was excited to see the boat the next day. I told her it had been used primarily as a club house for their teenage daughter, and they had decided to get rid of it because it was being used for a flop house and smoking weed.

To Lana’s credit, her immediate ambition was to give it a thorough cleaning and scrubbing, and wanted new mattresses and toilet seats, and wanted to fuck me in every corner of the boat as soon as the task was complete.

Lana was super excited about the new boat and wanted to camp with Thomas and Lisa and Maddy on the 3rd and 4th on the new boat. I think “boat-sex-orgy-camping-fantasy” though unrealistic had captured Lana’s mind.

Lisa and Lana were lookers, as we moored the boat at the marina and Lana went about the marina, every eye was on her, when her identical, Lisa, and her husband Tom arrived, the men about blatantly stared.

It became ridiculous when Maddy showed up, her youthful barely legal nicely shaped bubble butt and ample cleavage mixed with her demure height and bikini-clad body walked from the parking lot to the boat. I doubt a man there was not at least half hard.

We cast off, a big beautiful boat, full of fine pussy. Tom and I smiled at each other.

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We sailed the afternoon, the breeze was nice for summer, not exciting but the girls loved it, taking turns at the helm. Enough breeze not to be boring, but no deck tilting gales either. Lots of alcohol was being consumed. The bathrooms (heads) in the cabin loosened the inhibitions to drinking under sail. Tom was allowing Maddy to drink and the more she drank the more she flirted with me, but Tom seemed oblivious and the girls seemed to notice but didn’t discourage her.

The highlight of late afternoon was anchoring in Fuck Cove. We dropped the swim platform, and all hit the water for a short swim. Lisa and Lana were near the front of the boat with Tom. I was holding onto the swim platform as Maddy swam up face to face, to tease me as usual.

This time, her hand followed down my abs to my crotch, snaked her way into my shorts, and held a handful of man meat. I was not expecting this so I was flaccid, unaroused.

“That’s not so intimidating,” as she pulled her hand from my shorts.

“I don’t know why they think I need a beginner cock, that one feels fine to me,” as she turns and swims away toward the front of the boat, looking back smiling, teasing as I expected.

Yea, I would fuck her. Tonight, if the confines of a 41-foot boat would permit it without Tom waking. He needed to be drunk, then fucked to orgasm, and then he would sleep for hours, allowing me an opportunity. Lana already wanted to aid and abet the defiling of her young niece for her own sexual purposes, Lisa wouldn’t object either.

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Dinner went better than expected, Tom was throwing the alcohol back hard and fast. Lisa was feeding his impulse, not moderating him, making me think she and Lana had come to the same conclusion as I get Tom drunk and passed out. Lana was drinking more than normal, maybe slurring in her words slightly.

A little after dinner, I realized my plan was not the one being executed. Lana and Maddy helped Tom to his feet, and down the companionway to the front berth. Maddy returned a few minutes later and announced she would go to bed and slipped back down the companionway to one of the unoccupied berths below. It crossed my mind that she was listening to her dad and Lana, watching them or even joining in, though the last was unlikely.

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An Eden’s Explorations story

Eden Baker first appeared in At Whorey’s Piers, this series is set several years later.

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TEACHING EDEN

CHAPTER ONE — THE SCHOOL

It was a long drive. Eden had time to think. This was what she had been working towards. Bachelors, tick. Masters, tick. Classroom experience, well that had been intense, but tick. Her certificate, tick. And then find a first proper job, well tick as well. And what a job!

Eden still couldn’t really believe it. She knew there was a chronic shortage of High School math teachers, but she had not expected to be offered a position at a prestigious private school. Not with her lack of track record. She had only applied very speculatively, but the interview — which she was surprised to even get — seemed to have gone brilliantly. And now she was en route to her new home. That’s right, accommodation was included as the school was remote; over two thirds of the students boarded. And this with no loss of salary. She had really fallen on her feet.

Sure it was a change to NYC, where she had got her post graduate qualification, and had her first experience of actual kids. And nothing was going to compare to her great aunt’s co-op apartment, where she had spent two-and-a-half happy and illuminating years. Eden began to feel slightly tingly at the memory, but told herself to focus on the road. Quiet would be good after the bustle of the big city. She could do with life being a bit less full on; at least for a while. And she loved the outdoors, the location offered so many opportunities for hiking and climbing. It was going to be great.

The job was going to focus on eleventh and twelfth graders. Cool as the more advanced topics were of greater interest to her. But also probably a challenge, as she had mostly taught ninth and tenth while gaining experience. Still the school clearly believed that she could be successful. Eden didn’t plan to let them down.

Another thirty minutes according to her ‘phone, which was wobbling slightly on one of the dash vents. Eden hoped that she would create a good first impression.

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‘Well so much for first impressions.’ Eden thought. ‘Could that have been any more embarrassing?’

It was early September and still warm. A floaty summer dress had seemed like a good idea when Eden had left the heat of Manhattan. It was still warm upstate, but a breeze flowed down the Hudson River Valley. As Eden struggled to get her suitcase out of the car, it gusted and her dress became a little too floaty.

“Ah, Miss Baker, welcome to Burnell.”

Eden dropped her case, pulled her wayward dress down over her ass, and turned to see the Principal’s extended hand and smiling face. The smile, which fell short of a leer, but not by that much, told Eden he’d seen rather more of her than at interview.

Blushing deep red, she shook his hand. “Pleased to be here Mr Pedretti.”

“I knew you were the right girl for the job. I’ll let you settle in. Can I get someone to help you with your luggage?”

Eden was less than delighted to be called a girl at twenty-five, and his manner was not exactly professional. But she was too flustered to remark on the rather paternalistic term or suggestive phraseology. And her dress was still flapping in the wind; she gripped the hem. “Some help would be most welcome. Thank you.”

“I’ll have Mr Reaser, he’s the caretaker, do the heavy lifting. But your accommodation isn’t here in the main building. It’s the small house over there, the left hand one. It’s only a thousand feet, but best to keep some distance between the live-in teachers and the pupils, don’t you think? Especially ones who look like you. Here is the key.”

Eden was too astonished about the accommodation to object to the objectifying. She had been told that she would be provided with living space, but her own house? She could see from here that it was indeed tiny. But still, a house! Her irritation with the Principal rapidly evaporated.

“Oh, thank you. That’s… that’s wonderful. I guess I’ll drive over there.”

“And I will send Mr Reaser to you shortly. By the way, Miss Huisman, our head coach, is in the other house. You may run into her. There is dinner for the staff at 7pm. It’s not mandatory, but maybe as it is your first day… A chance to meet your colleagues, perhaps?”

“Yes, of course. I will see you then, Mr Pedretti.”

“Excellent. And let’s hope that the wind has dropped by then, shall we?”

Before Eden could answer, he turned and walked into the main building.

Well, thought Eden, ‘I guess it could actually have been worse in one way, at least I’m wearing panties.’

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The house had a rustic look to it. Terracotta flower pots filled afyon escort with mums clustered around its brick walls. As Eden closed the front door behind her, she had to suppress a squeal. It was perfect. Clean and cozy and — most of all — hers. Hers because of her own hard work, not a relative’s home to look after temporarily. Hers. Eden felt quite grown-up.

The first floor had a small living room, with a comfortable leather couch, two other chairs, upholstered in a floral material, a glass coffee table, and — in a concession to modernity — a modest flat screen TV. There was also a well-appointed, if not capacious, kitchen diner. From here, steps descended to a finished basement with a washer and dryer. From the living room, stairs ascended to the second floor. Here was a large bedroom, a smaller one, used as an office, and a slightly old fashioned, but functional, shower and bathroom. Eden was in love.

The buzzer rang and she ran down to open the door.

“Hi, I’m Reaser. The boss said something about a case.” He was a large man, late thirties, maybe early forties. He loomed in the doorway. Eden was initially taken aback, but Reaser’s face seemed open, kind even.

“Pleased to meet you. I’m Eden, Eden Baker.”

The caretaker paused before taking Eden’s offered hand. Perhaps he was unaccustomed to first names, or maybe just to social niceties. “Eli, my name is Eli. Good to meet you too. So this case?”

“Oh, of course. Let me show you.”

They walked to Eden’s ancient Corolla. “I got it in OK, but I think I pulled a muscle doing it. When I tried to get it out, it hurt like fuck.”

Eden clasped a hand to her mouth. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

Reaser seemed more animated than at any earlier point. “Don’t worry, miss. I don’t mind the word, nor the meaning of it. But, some advice, maybe not in front of Mr Pedretti.” He gave Eden a half smile and lifted her luggage out one handed without seeming to expend any real effort.

“Upstairs, I assume?”

Reaser’s previous words were still ringing in Eden’s ears. “What? Oh, right. Yes that would be great. Thank you.”

The caretaker ascended and descended rapidly. “Well, if you need anything… Eden. Then just ask.”

“Thank you, I will.”

Reaser turned and another figure appeared from behind his substantial body. A female figure in sweats, with Burnell emblazoned on her top.

“Afternoon, Reaser,” said the newcomer brightly. He grunted at her in reply, and started to walk back to the school.

Eden realized she was being rude. “Thank you again, Eli.” The caretaker waved a hand without turning or slowing his pace.

“Right, Sums is it?” The woman, whom Eden guessed was Huisman, had an English accent, but not one that she could place.

“Sums?”

“You’re the new maths teacher, right?”

“Oh, I see, sums. Yes, that’s me. Eden Baker. And you must be Miss Huisman.”

“Michele. Call me Michele.” The two women shook hands. Huisman was a vigorous shaker.

“I’m sorry if I’m being rude, but your accent. What part of England?”

“The UK, Sums. It’s not just England. My family were originally Dutch, but we’ve lived in God’s own country for generations.”

“I’m sorry, where?”

“Yorkshire, Sums. Sheffield to be precise.” She smiled, a wide and friendly smile. “Don’t worry, I seldom bite. Unless…” she left the word hanging, still holding Eden’s hand as she spoke.

Eden was lost for words. The head coach seemed to be a force of nature.

“Don’t just stand there gawping, Sums. You’ll be late for tea, I mean dinner. Speaking of which, I need to do some work and then shower. See you there?”

Eden nodded and Miss Huisman strode to her own house, a few hundred feet away.

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An hour or so later, as Eden placed panties neatly into a dresser, her mind went back to her interaction with the Principal. It had been embarrassing, yes. But, in the years since her summer at Whorey’s Piers, Eden had learned more about herself. Flashing her new boss had been… stimulating.

As for wearing panties, that was the exception, not the rule anymore. It was more convenient to eschew underwear. That is, if your goal is to be semi-naked in public. If you wanted to masturbate while a stranger watched. No, panties were definitely an optional extra for Eden nowadays.

Her packing done, Eden headed for the shower. As warm rivulets ran down her body, she closed her eyes and thought about the thrill she had experienced flashing Mr Pedretti, albeit unintentionally. Her hand moved between her legs, setting new tingles running through her body.

Eden’s musings moved on to the massive shape of Reaser. Of her own naked body swung over his aydın escort broad shoulder, as easily as he had lifted her suitcase. She slipped one, and then two, fingers inside herself, moaning.

But the image at the forefront of Eden’s mind, as she pushed herself closer to climax, was of Michele Huisman. The coach’s hand holding Eden’s. Her green eyes sparkling. Her light brown hair scraped back from her face in a sporty ponytail. Her obviously toned body not concealed completely by her baggy clothing. Her removing those clothes, letting Eden see what lay beneath.

Eden bit her lip, screwed her eyes shut, and panted and heaved as her fingers did their work. As she pushed herself into a realm of pure pleasure. When she came, she breathed one word: “Michele.”

While she dried her hair. Eden wondered whether there might possibly be some added benefits to her dream job.

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Eden decided that discretion was the better part of valor and, for dinner, went with black pants and a burgundy, knitted, cotton top. Plus panties.

She entered what appeared to be an anteroom, leading onto the dining hall. A group of people stood, sipping wine. Mr Pedretti welcomed Eden and took her on a tour of her new colleagues, his hand in the small of her back. Again inappropriate, but — if she was honest with herself — Eden liked the feel of it.

Miss Huisman was standing with another woman and a man. The Principal made introductions. “I understand that you and Michele have met. This is Olivia Cohen, she’s Drama. And this gentleman is Carl Gugino, Languages.”

Eden exchanged pleasantries with the two teachers, but found her gaze shifting to the coach. She scrubbed up well. Her hair flowing over powerful, toned shoulders encased in a turquoise sleeveless top. Even through both this and her bra, the shape of Michele’s nipples was easy to discern, as her fullness pressed against the lightweight materials. Eden’s unaccustomed panties began to feel ever so slightly damp.

Mr Pedretti maneuvered Eden around the room. She met specialists in English and Art and Science and History and Music and Technology and Social Studies; and Michele’s assistant coach, Ben. There was no way she would remember all the names. There was also the non-teaching staff who focused on finance and security and admissions. Even Mr Reaser was there, though standing rather uncomfortably by himself.

The Principal spoke above the general chatter and invited everyone to sit down. Walking into the hall, Mr Pedretti’s hand steered Eden to a seat next to his. Mr Gugino sat on the left of her, with Michele and the Technology woman opposite; Eden had already forgotten her name. She felt a a little disoriented. Crowds of new people sometimes made her uncomfortable. Unless of course she was indulging her secret hobby. But everyone was nice. The food was surprisingly good and there seemed to be no shortage of wine.

Eden reined herself in on the alcohol front. She had her first class after lunch tomorrow and the last thing she needed was a headache. Around 9pm, she explained that she wanted to do some final class preparations, and then have an early night. Miss Huisman offered to walk back with her. Once away from the light of the main building, Eden felt Michele’s hand clasp hers briefly.

It was just for two seconds, a squeeze that she held momentarily, and then released. The coach’s head was tilted down, gazing at the path ahead. “Was that OK, Sums? I sort of got the vibe earlier.”

“It’s more than OK, it’s nice, Michele. But I’m tired from the drive, and I do really have some work to do. Can we take a rain check?”

Michele smiled, her eyes still facing forwards and down. Eden was glad she had not offended her new friend. “That’s fine, Sums. Why don’t I leave it to you, OK?”

“OK, thanks.” With that, Eden pecked the other woman on the cheek and turned left while Michele turned right, each heading for their respective homes.

Later, Eden was struggling to concentrate. Feeling she maybe needed to get something out of her system, her hand slipped into her PJs. She wriggled back into the couch and moved her legs a little further apart. Yes, this was what she wanted. Visions of green eyes swam through her mind as her fingers played out a familiar tune on an intimate instrument.

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Eden had arrived the day after Labor Day. Her first class was thus on the Wednesday. And it was a short week. It was tough, children — even the older ones — love to test out the new teachers. Sometimes Eden didn’t feel that much older than her students. But she coped, she found a way, she hoped she began to win some hearts and minds.

But Saturday could not come quickly enough. Two whole days of downtime. ağrı escort The weather was fine, the blustery conditions had abated. Summer seemed to want to have one more glorious weekend. Eden had no big plans, the grounds of the school were extensive, encompassing woodland, grassy areas, and meadows sporting the last bloom of wild flowers. There was even a lake, long, thin, and concealed by thick growth of trees.

Eden set out in the sunshine, her summer dress on above light hiking shoes. Water, a sandwich, a blanket, a towel, and her Kindle were in her sack. The sky was blue and, when a puffy cloud didn’t occlude it, the sun was unseasonably warm.

She did various loops, exploring the different terrain and the boundaries of the estate. After what must have been a few miles, the sun had risen higher, and Eden found a shady place beside the lake. She read a little, but it was still hot and the air was heavy. The cool, calm surface of the lake called to her.

Eden was somewhere in the center of the long side of the lake. She could see neither the left nor right shore, while the one in directly in front of her was barley 30 feet away. She briefly scanned her surroundings. Eden wasn’t shy, the opposite, but also conscious that she was new in role and didn’t want to gain a reputation. All around her seemed still and quiet. Pulling off her shoes and ankle socks, Eden unbuttoned her dress. For today, she had reverted to her no underwear norm, and so stood naked at the side of the lake, enjoying the sun on her bare skin.

She stepped tentatively into the water. It was cold, then that was what she wanted. Her caution was more around whether the bed was muddy or covered in rotting vegetation. However, it seemed to have been dredged at some point, and her feet felt only smooth stones and less smooth gravel as she waded out. She thrilled as the cold water splashed against her pussy. The center was deep enough for Eden to swim and she splashed up and down, her amateur attempts at backstroke allowing the sun to warm her face.

Refreshed, Eden made for shore. As she did there was a rustling sound behind her. Looking over her shoulder, she saw Michele on the far shore, dressed in running kit. She had seen Eden already and stopped dead in her tracks. Eden waved, aware that her nude ass was fully on display.

“Hi, Sums. Enjoying your skinny dip?” Their proximity meant the coach had no real need to raise her voice.

“I am Michele, why not come join me?”

“Not a big swimmer if I’m honest, Sums. I could run round to where you are, but it will probably take twenty minutes.”

“I could come over to you, I suppose. Then Eden had another idea. “Actually, why not just stay where you are for a few minutes first?”

Eden turned and walked back to her belongings, rapidly toweling herself dry. Then she sat on her blanket, facing Michele and leaned back on her elbows, moving her knees apart.

“Well, Michele,” Eden said with false coyness. “Twenty minutes? Hmm… Maybe I could encourage you to record a new personal best.” As she spoke, Eden moved her legs a little further apart and stroked her wispy pubes gently.

“Whatever works for you, Sums.” Michele was clearly trying to appear nonchalant, and equally obviously failing miserably.

Eden smiled to herself, more than aware of the effect she was having on her colleague. The situation was having an effect on her too. She ran her finger-tips between her inner labia and transferred the moisture to her mouth. Michele stood statue-like on the far shore.

Eden lay back, wanting to use both hands. But remained acutely aware of the other woman’s gaze. She found her clit with one hand and slipped two fingers from the other into her dripping opening. As she began to moan, Eden made sure her noises were loud enough to carry across the water.

Knowing Michele’s eyes were on her added the extra zest that Eden loved. She felt her body responding to her own digits, but also to the delicious feeling of being watched as she pleasured herself. The exquisite combination meant that she didn’t take long. As waves of intensity pulsed through her convulsing body, she made sure of one more thing. As she crested her climax, she intoned a single word.

“Michele!”

Raising her head, Eden saw her friend, a hand down her running shorts, and her face flushed red.

“Fuck, Sums! I’m going to see if I can get to you in fifteen.”

With that, she leaped into the woods and Eden lay back down. Luxuriating in the sun and anticipating Michele’s imminent arrival.

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The story will continue in Chapter Two…

Endnotes

The plan is to publish a new chapter each week. However real life can sometimes intervene, so the gaps could be wider. Apologies in advance for if this happens.

>li>While this story has an E/V theme running through it, different types of sex will be explored along the way.

Thanks to the lovely Djmac1031 for helping to nurture my inner exhibitionist.

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It was the summer after my senior year of high school and at 18 years old I was presented with the opportunity to rent a three bedroom, two bath house in the country by my boss, who recently had his previous tenant move out. The rent was very affordable and I enjoyed the space as it afforded me great privacy. It didn’t take long after moving in that I soon rediscovered the thrill almost everyone experiences of walking around nude when home alone, except I was always alone so I stayed clothes free pretty much all the time.

Over the summer I developed a few habits because of my love of wandering around the house in my most natural state, I would wake up every morning and simply hop out of bed for coffee without worrying about putting any clothes on, if I happened to have clothes on before a shower, I’d simply drop them wherever the mood struck me, then spend the rest of the day without them. Soon I began to do my weekly grocery run on Fridays so that I could enjoy my entire weekend without a stitch covering me, even taking the exhilarating few steps outside off my back porch and walking around in the moonlight late at night, or enjoying the peacefulness of the early morning with my coffee in hand.

Before long I found myself feeling much more comfortable in my own body, something that was completely new to me as I’d always been very self conscious due to my weight (or lack thereof) and general skinniness that stuck around no matter how much I worked out or ate. At 5’11” and 120 pounds soaking wet I always felt like less of a man around my peers, but after awhile of living as a nudist in my own private space I came to realize that it didn’t much matter, I had my own body and I shouldn’t be ashamed of it, that some people would even like how I looked, though few had ever seen me outside of jeans and a t-shirt.

As they say however, all good things must come to an end, and with only a month left in the hot season I received a call from my best friend, Mark, who decided to move back home after spending the summer out of state with relatives. His plan was to go to college, but that fell through when his uncle took a new job and sold the house. Mark hadn’t seen my new house yet, and wanted to come visit that weekend after he settled back into his parents house. I told him I’d love to have him visit, and made a mental note to myself to be sure and keep my clothes on while I had company.

Friday came along, and with it so did Mark with his overnight bag to spend the weekend at my place. We had always been really close friends, we shared the same hobbies, and all throughout highschool were pretty inseparable most of the time. Mark was built very similar to myself, not too tall, lanky, but he spent much less time lifting weights than I did, so I certainly out classed him when it came to muscle definition.

I gave Mark a grand tour of the place and helped him get set up on the couch in the living room, even though I had three whole bedrooms, I didn’t have much furniture so the other two rooms were mostly empty except for a desk, chair, and my computer setup in the furthest one. The couch faced my bedroom door, so I would need to be especially mindful in the mornings as I slept nude and was very much used to facing my first adventure of the day to the kitchen for coffee, straight out of bed.

Luckily Mark and I were pretty comfortable around each other and he always slept in just a pair of gym shorts so I could still be mostly naked, except for my boxer briefs, which kept me decent even though they didn’t leave much to the imagination. Although we’d often change clothes in the same room in the past, we never saw each other in between states of dress as I would have my back turned to him, and he’d hide himself behind the closet door to maintain the privacy of the other. We had of course discussed the idea of being naked when we’d be home alone growing up, and while I fully admitted to the act occasionally and encouraged him to try it, he never did as far as I know, giving the excuse that he was always afraid that he’d have unexpected visitors at his parents house. I personally argued that excuse was bullshit since nobody could see in his windows, and everyone always knocked before walking in the house, since growing up he had a very large and very protective dog that was extremely intimidating to anyone that wasn’t Mark or his parents.

His aversion to nudity always struck me as odd, since he never wore any underwear and frequently hung around in just his gym shorts, but at the time I never said anything about it, and only touched on the subject in passing once or twice, always under the provision that he tried it alone. The discomfort he expressed kept that conversation to a minimum and I thought better of trying to push the issue beyond “it’s great, you should think about trying it sometime!”

That weekend we hung out like always, watching TV, discussing women, technology, cars, and anything else that came up in conversation. I was on my best behavior and made kuşadası escort sure that I hung my underwear on my door knob at night so that I wouldn’t forget them in the morning. He finally left that Sunday afternoon and I was able to return to my preferred dressing habits, or lack of them I should say. Although I was glad to spend time with my best friend again, I was a little disappointed to have missed out on my normal weekend.

Inevitably as one would imagine, Mark asked me one day if I would be open to having a roommate as it didn’t make sense for him to be living with his parents when his best friend had such a big house to himself. I couldn’t really argue, other than the fact that I was naked all the time, but I wasn’t about to bring that up as a reason he couldn’t move in with me. We discussed it on and off during the week after work, either over the phone or in person when he’d stop by to visit. By Friday we had an arrangement, he’d pay part of the rent and we’d split the bill for groceries as long as he did the shopping. That seemed to be a good compromise for me, as at least I would have some time alone where I could strip off should I choose to.

By the next weekend Mark was all moved into the once empty bedroom, bringing his bed, dresser, computer, and other various odds and ends. Although I was bummed out about losing my freedom, I was really glad to have him as a roommate and quickly adapted back to keeping my midsection covered except when sleeping or showering. The only exception I would make would be after my showers, when I’d walk from the bathroom into the laundry room off the kitchen to put my towel in the washer and put on a pair of shorts or underwear which I usually kept in the dryer for convenience. I occupied the master suite of the house, complete with it’s own bathroom, but always used the shower on the other side of the house as the one in my room was only a few square feet in size and I felt claustrophobic, always bumping into the door or walls when I’d wash up.

As anyone that has lived with a roommate knows, introducing another person into your environment brings unexpected changes. Changes like certain household items not being where you left them, things moving around in the fridge, and the dishwasher always being loaded incorrectly. I didn’t mind any of that though, as it was barely noticeable for the most part, Mark was very respectful of my space and although we were very close friends, he still kept the mentality that he was a guest in my home and I appreciated that about him.

Living in close quarters with anyone there’s always a non-zero chance of accidentally catching a glimpse of something you’re not supposed to, glancing over a shoulder at a phone screen, seeing a private text message, walking past an open door while someone is changing clothes, and other various situations, but none of that ever happened with Mark. Oh no, when something happened, it happened in a big way. It was a Friday night about a month after he moved in and I went into the bathroom to take my shower, nothing out of the ordinary there, and as usual I left wearing my towel and walked through the living room where Mark was hanging out on the couch, into the kitchen and finally the laundry room where I dropped my towel and placed it into the waiting washer. I noticed it was full, so I added the detergent and started the machine before opening the dryer next to it to retrieve some cover for myself. I’d done this dozens of times in the past, knowing that should he decide to get up from the couch and go to the kitchen, he’d get a full view of my backside, but he never did as far as I knew, so I was pretty comfortable with the arrangement I’d made for myself.

I pulled the dryer door open and bent down to reach in, only to find it empty for the first time since I’d moved in. “Hey Mark, um…I have a problem,” I called out to the living room.

“What’s up?” He asked, not moving from the couch.

“Where’s all the clothes that were in the dryer?”

Mark let out a short chuckle as he realized the situation he’d created. “Sorry man, I wanted to put my clothes away but didn’t want to sort everything there so I carried everything out in a basket to my room. Everything is piled on my bed.”

“Well,” I began, “I just put my towel in the washer and started it, so I’m gonna have to streak to get any clothes on.”

After a much longer chuckle than before Mark finally acknowledged my words. “Hell, I don’t care. Don’t act like you never walk around the house naked. It’s no big deal.”

No big deal, I thought. Strange words coming from the guy that always said he was scared to do so himself. “Alright, whatever. Just turn your head if you don’t want to see me hanging dong through there,” I said as I poked my head through the doorway and looked at him. He was still sitting there, eyes on the TV, though with a bit of a smirk on his face from the amusement he was getting from the situation.

I stepped out kocaeli escort of the laundry room with my hands covering my crotch and made a few steps towards the living room. I could have gone through the kitchen the other direction and through the empty dining area to the side of the house where his room and the bathroom were, but he made this mess so I was going to take advantage and put him in a little discomfort as payback for my own. Mark looked over directly at me and I froze in my tracks, no doubt with a look of shock on my face as I was now out in the open with no quick retreat for cover.

He looked me straight in the eyes like nothing was amiss and said, “Hey, grab me a Coke from the fridge while you’re in there. I’m thirsty.”

I thought for a second, and realized that he was purposefully trying to keep me naked as long as possible, and maybe even trying to embarrass me. My competitive nature kicked in and I decided that if he wanted to play this game I was going to make him regret it. “Sure, that sounds good, I think I’ll have one, too,” I said as I turned around and walked back to the kitchen, keeping my hand in place until I was behind the counter out of view. I opened the fridge and grabbed two cans of Coke, feeling the cold air falling out of it and across my fully exposed lower half.

As I closed the fridge I took a breath and prepared myself for the next part of this friendly errand, walking back into his view, completely naked, dick and balls on full display. My heart jumped in my chest as I willed my foot to take the first step towards the end of the cover of the wall between us. I don’t know why, but I felt a twinge of excitement at this despite my frequent nude walks around the very same house without even noticing when I was alone. I wasn’t alone now, and after all our years of friendship I was about to reveal the last remaining mystery between my best friend and myself…myself, my full self, my complete unabashed, and uncovered self. It was a big step for being something so small in the grand scheme of things, and my nervousness seemed to heighten my excitement.

Two steps, then three, and finally I rounded the corner and continued full frontal toward the living room. Mark glanced over briefly from his show and quickly scanned down my body as his gaze returned to the TV. I kept walking as though nothing was different, and Mark seemed to act like nothing was wrong, so I took his cue and pretended that everything about this absurd situation was totally normal.

“Here you go,” I said as I extended my right hand holding his soda. I was standing right next to him now, and from where he was sitting he was inches away from my now uncovered cock.

Mark once again broke his view from the television and turned to look at the can of Coke as he reached for it, moving his eyes to his left as he grabbed the drink and looked directly at my exposed genitals. He kept looking as he popped the tab on the can, and slowly took a sip. I could almost feel his eyes on my shaft and balls as the blood rushed to them, causing me to grow to a thick half-chub. My cock felt heavy as it grew towards the floor and my sack tightened up against my body. I distracted myself from that feeling by opening my own can of soda and taking a sip, watching his eyes as he watched my brazen display.

“Well,” Mark began as he finally looked away, “might as well take a seat and watch TV. No point in covering up now, I’ve seen everything.”

I moved past him and took my seat on the opposite side of the couch, slouching down in a comfortable way with my legs spread as wide as I normally had them. I glanced down and focused briefly on my dick laying heavily on my balls, out in the open in broad daylight, sitting next to Mark who was now sporting the beginning of a tent in his shorts.

Fifteen minutes later the show ended and Mark turned the TV off as he turned to face me. “So, how’s it feel sitting there completely naked?”

“Honestly,” I began as I carefully chose my next words. “Totally normal. Before you moved in I never wore clothes in the house, and even sometimes went outside like this.”

Mark raised his eyebrow at that last statement. “I kinda figured you did, we’d talked about it before so I knew you liked to hang out in the buff. I appreciate you covering up for my benefit, but I really don’t care one way or the other you know.”

I was quite shocked by that admission, and offered as much. “Really? I just assumed you’d rather not see me like this.”

“Eh, it’s just a penis, I have one, too and it never bothered me to see my own. Why would it bother me to see yours?”

He had a point, so I decided to turn the tables on him. “That’s true,” I said as I took another sip of my drink. “Why don’t you give it a shot. You might like it, it’s nice to not have shorts getting in the way of everything and you get used to the feeling pretty quickly.”

“Yeah, I might at some point. In the meantime though, feel free to…feel konya escort free,” he replied as he got up to take his own shower.

I turned the TV back on and watched mindlessly as I waited for Mark to return, hoping that he’d come back as naked as I was. I listened to the sound of the shower over the drone of the TV, imagining what he looked like in there, soaping up his naked body and maybe spending a little extra time on his own genitals and tight little ass. I realized what I was thinking about, and noticed that my cock was no longer laying on my balls, but pointing a little more forward and holding up its own weight. I moved my attention back to the show that was on, and tried to push the image out of my head, but it was difficult.

When Mark finally shut the water off and walked out of the bathroom, I was pretty disappointed to see him wearing his towel around his waist, but I didn’t say anything about it, instead I turned my attention back to the TV and didn’t say anything. We continued that way for the rest of the night, him sitting next to me with his towel on, and me sitting totally naked. I finally decided to call it a night and head to bed.

“Welp, I’m done for the day” I announced as I got up and stretched a little bit before walking back to the kitchen to throw my empty soda can in the trash. I swear I could feel his eyes on my own tight little ass as I walked away. “I’ll see you in the morning, Mark. Goodnight.”

His eyes followed my form as I returned into his view before making my turn into my bedroom and pushing the door mostly closed, leaving it unlatched from the door frame. I stood on the other side for a moment and stared at my bed, pondering the implications of the evening. I made my way across the room and laid down on my stomach, not bothering to cover myself with the blanket, getting excited all over again knowing that he could simply push the door open undetected and gaze once again at my fully exposed ass. From the angle of the door he’d also be able to see my balls from between my slightly spread legs. I dwelled on that thought for a few more moments as I felt my erection grow underneath me. Before I knew it though, I had drifted off to sleep.

When I woke up the next morning I wasn’t very well rested for whatever reason and was more groggy than usual, I rolled out of bed and was a little alarmed at first by the lack of underwear in my usual place on my doorknob, and also by the fact that during the night my door had drifted completely open, probably from the pressure change cause by the central air. I felt shockingly exposed again until I recalled the events of the night before. I decided that I might as well continue without cover to get a cup of coffee.

When I walked into the living room, with my morning wood leading the way, I was surprised to find Mark lounging in his usual place on the couch, wearing his usual pair of shorts. His eyes met my erection and widened at the sight of my fully sprung mast greeting him in the early Saturday light.

“Morning,” I mumbled as I made my way to the coffee pot in the kitchen. I could feel his eyes focused on my tight, yet swollen sack between my legs, visible just under my perky little ass. I was surprised to find my cock twitch at the thought.

I returned to the living room under his watchful gaze and took my seat on the couch as my dick slowly began its retreat from full glory. The completely new sense of exposure must have had me pretty worked up because I noticed a little bit of clear precum leaking out from the tip. I was hoping Mark didn’t notice, but the slight grin on his face as he looked away told me he probably did.

“Are you going to stay like that all day?” Mark had a hint of hopefulness in his voice when he asked, and deep down I was glad he seemed to look forward to this change in our living arrangement.

“Probably,” I replied nonchalantly as I sipped from my coffee mug. “It doesn’t make things weird does it?”

Mark thought for a moment as he deliberately looked me over, pausing at the places that were usually covered. “No, it will take a little getting used to, but it’s your house so I won’t complain…not that I really have anything to complain about.”

“You live here, too, Mark. Don’t hesitate to ask me to put something on if you want me to. Or you can join me and lose those shorts if you feel so inclined.”

Mark chuckled a little, “I might at some point in the future, but I’m not quite there,” he replied. “I certainly don’t mind you being naked though, it’s different and honestly kind of cool.”

“Suit yourself, you’re really missing out!”

We sat in silence for several minutes drinking our coffee and we both seemed to be enjoying the peacefulness of the morning. Mark finally broke the silence, “Hey, I’m going to drive back up to my parents house and grab a few things from my old room, wanna go with me?”

I thought for a second, but I was really enjoying hanging out nude again and wanted to stay that way as long as possible. “Nah, I think I’ll stay here today. Tell your folks I said hi though.”

“Alright, I’m going to get ready and head out then,” he said as he stood up and walked back to his room. He left his door open and I could hear the sounds of him changing into his jeans from his gym shorts.

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Megan stood naked in front of her closet. She was thinking about what would be appropriate to wear for her 3rd day. She threw out most of her old cloths. They didn’t reflect who she was now. Her new closet consisted of the cloths she bought yesterday. Everything was skimpy and bright colors. Megan loved it. Every item showed off her body rather than hiding it like her old clothed did. Wearing her new outfits made her feel sexy and desired. The feeling was addictive.

Megan selected a high waist, tiny, red g-string thong. Then, she picked out a velcro wrap around yellow schoolgirl miniskirt. The thong strings were sitting well above the skirt – so fully visible. The wrap around skirt was really short. From the back, the bottom part of her ass was fully visible. And in the front, she was mostly covered, but only if she stood still. For the top, Megan selected a white shimmer bikini top. They had little triangles covered her nipples and had under-boob cutouts. The top was a little small – so when Megan put it on, she had to really stretch it, which caused a lot of the breast to show in the cutout. You could almost see a little of the nipple picking out.

Lauren, the store manager, was the first to see and greet Megan when she arrived.

“Oh my God – look at you. You are like a walking wet dream. I love this outfit. “

“Thank you. I feel so sexy in it” responded Megan and gave a little twirl – which caused the skirt to rise up – exposing her thong.

“I need to run some errands today – so it will be you and José manning the store. You remember José – from yesterday. You two really hit it off. “

Megan definitely remembered José – especially his finger in her ass – and how he did whatever he wanted to her body without bothering to ask.

“Megan – José is in charge. He is your boss for today. You will do what he says. He has a lot of experience in this industry so I think he will be a great mentor. “

Megan was so focused on what Lauren was saying, she didn’t notice José standing behind her. She only realized his presence when she felt his hand on her ass under the little schoolgirl skirt. José timed squeezing her ass with Lauren saying that he was in-charge, reinforcing the message.

“Alright. I am off. Have fun.” Lauren said as she started to leave.

“Megan – I am going to teach you about an area within kink that a lot of our clients like to try – so have lots of questions about it. It’s a form of power play where one person submits to the other. You are a natural submissive – so it will be easy for you. You can think of it like a master and slave dynamic. You are the slave, and I am the master. Like Lauren said, I am in charge today. So, you will do whatever I say without hesitation no matter what. Do you understand?”

“Yes” responded Megan.

“You can address me as sir or master,” said José.

“Yes sir.”

“Good.” José critically evaluated Megan for a few moments without speaking.

“Skirt off. It’s too much. Top off too. I have a different top for you to wear today.”

Megan did as she was told. The skirt was so easy to take off. One velcro rip – and the wrap around schoolgirl skirt was off. The pulled the top off too – and stood in front of José in just her high waist g-string thong and high heels.

José passed Megan a little package – “your top”.

The package contained a thin leather choker with metal chains hanging connected to the front and nipple clamps at the end of the chains. Megan was already turned on. She could feel her wetness. Her nipples stood erect. She slowly put on the choker, and connected the nipple clamps to her hard, sensitive nipples.

José waited for Megan to finish – and then continued. “Today I am your master. I want you to really learn about submission. So, today, you will do whatever anyone in the store asks you to do. Every customer coming through the door is your master.”

Megan resumed her regular duties of greeting customers. Everyone was really nice – and no one really made her do anything. She asked them if she could help them find anything or answer any questions. Most people just smiled or replied that they are just browsing. One lady asked if the nipple clamps hurt, and Megan had to answer honestly that they felt good.

“Holy Shit – Megan, is that you.” Megan knew the voice before she even turned to see who was speaking. It was Ben. Her parents and his parents were best friends, so her and Ben ended up spending a lot of time together. And now, they went to the same college and even had some of the same classes. She thought that Ben had a crush on her, but he never acted on it.

“Holy Shit – what are you doing here” asked Ben.

“I work here” replied Megan.

“Is that the uniform?”

“They have these probationary task things to increase confidence aksaray sınırsız escort – so they have me wear all kinds of stuff.”

“Damn – I mean damn. You look very hot.”

“Thank you” responded Megan.

José happened to overhear the conversation.

“Hi there. I am José. I am the manager here. I see you and our Megan know each other. She is really great. We all love having her here. ” José casually padded Megan’s ass.

“She is one hot piece of ass. And look at those tits.” José casually pulled on one of the chains connected Megan’s choker to her nipple causing Megan’s entire breast to lift up, pulled by the nipple. Megan turned bright red from humiliation but didn’t make any action to stop José. There she was with her tits out, nipple clamped, with the choker, and the chains, and the tiny high waisted stripper G-string and her high heels. And on top of that, José was putting on a show to her childhood friend.

Ben stood there mesmerized watching José play with Megan’s big tits.

After a small pause for effect, José continued “she has a nice little tight cunt too.” José without asking, just pulled Megan’s thong to the side, and pushed a finger inside her.

“She is so fucking wet. Slut loves it. Don’t you?” José kept his finger inside her – moving it slowly around while asking Megan.

“Yes sir” responded Megan breathlessly.

José pulled his finger out – and holding it up, “see how wet she is. Bitch is dripping.” He then put it in his mouth – and sucked on his own finger. “Mmmm. Bitch is sweet.”

Megan didn’t move to fix the thong. She just stood there, frozen, pussy exposed. Her face flushed with humiliation and lust. She knew her pussy was dripping wet. She desperately wanted José to push his finger back inside her.

“Slut, on your knees.”

José opened the zipper on his pants and pulled his cock out. Megan knew exactly what was expected of her. She was on her knees in an instant – eye level with José crotch. When he pulled his cock out, it was inches from her face. Megan moved in closer and started by kissing the head, and then taking his cock into her mouth and sucking on it. Her world was his cock. She forgot about Ben – and focused on the cock.

José continued, facing Ben and ignoring Megan sucking his cock. “You know Megan from childhood? They sure do grow up fast, don’t they. ” José put his hand behind Megan’s head and pushed her towards his cock, forcing her to deepthroat him.

“You ever fuck her” continued José.

Ben just shook his head – mesmerized by the scene in front of him. There was the girl he was too afraid to ask on a date, naked, tits swinging from side to side, her tits pulled up by the nipple clamps, ass out, thong to the side, pussy clearly wet, her head bubbling up and down on some guy’s hard cock.

“You ever jerk off thinking about her tight little wet cunt.” continued José.

Ben nodded his head.

“Let me give you some advice. You have to give girls what they need, what makes their cunts went, not what they think they want. Now, I am not saying every girl is a slut like Megan, what I am saying, is you have to figure out what a girl needs and give her that, and she will be yours. Take Megan here, she is a natural submissive. Her cunt gets wet from humiliation, submission, and exhibitionism. That’s what you have to give her, and she will be yours. “

Megan continued sucking José cock. Every so often, she would try to deepthroat it to see how deep she can get before choking.

José continued talking like it was just a normal conversation between two guys, oblivious to the naked girl at his feet sucking his cock.

“I am not humiliating Megan because I am an asshole. I do it because of deepest sense of respect for her. I am helping her discover her fantasy and explore it. I give her the space and freedom to try anything she wants. My role is to facilitate her fantasy not to impose my fantasy on her. “

Sucking José cock, and having Ben watch, was turning Megan on even more than she thought possible. She kept thinking “why can’t they just stop talking and fuck me already.” She moved her hand between her legs to play with her clit, hoping for some relief. “God, I am so fucking wet” thought Megan.

Ben had an unobstructed view of Megan’s ass. He was mesmerized seeing Megan’s fingers expertly play with her clit, and then slip two fingers inside herself. She was timing the thrusts into her pussy with her cock socking. Every time she would take the cock deeper in her mouth, she would plunge the fingers deeper inside herself.

Oblivious, José continued talking. “Look, it’s nature. You got a dick. You got to stick that thing inside some fertile cunt. You got balls. They are producing cum all day long and you need to release amasya ukraynalı escort it. You can’t hold it in or you’ll go crazy. So, you need to release that cum. Now, take Megan. She has a cunt and she needs it filled. It’s the opposite of you. You got to stick that thing somewhere, and she needs her hole full. You go crazy if you don’t get a release, and she goes crazy if she doesn’t get it filled. And take cum, you need to release it, and she needs it. She craves it. It’s like a drug. You can’t withhold it. You understand. It’s nature. You make the drug, and she is addicted to it. It’s like a relationship between a drug dealer and a drug addict, they need each other. “

Megan’s horny mind heard the word cum. Megan picked up the pace with a new sense of urgency – sucking deeper and faster and thrusting the fingers inside herself.

José continued “the problem is society, and religion, and all this bullshit that gets wrapped together with sexuality. People try to suppress their physical needs and hide their desires and fantasies. People are made to feel like they are degenerates just because of what turns them on. That’s a terrible and a fucked-up way to live. “

Megan was so close. She could feel her orgasm building. Her entire body tensing, getting ready for it. She had two fingers pumping her pussy hard and fast, making wet slushing sounds with each thrust.

Ben stood behind her, frozen, mesmerized, his eyes glues on her pussy and her hands furiously pumping in and out.

José grabbed Megan by her hair, and puller her head off his cock. The action took Megan completely by the surprised. She fell back, landing on her ass, her legs wide open with a needy, confused, angry look.

José finally addressed Megan directly “slut, you cum when I tell you to cum.”

He then resumed his conversation with Ben. “You can’t let these sluts cum. You have to keep those cunts hungry and needy. That’s the only way they will break through all those barriers society created for them in their heads. It’s hard, but it has to be done. It’s for their own good. “

Megan still sat where she landed. Her legs splayed out with her pussy gaping open.

José ignored her and continued facing Ben. “If you really care about her, you need to use her, humiliate her. You really need to push yourself. Come up with whatever depravity you can imagine. It’s the only way she will breakthrough past all those cultural barriers in her mind. And under no circumstance can you let her orgasm, or we need to start from the beginning. A cunt needs to be horny and needy. “

“Go ahead, try it. She will do anything you say.”

Megan looked from José to Ben. José was right. She desperately needed a cock.

Not able to think of anything else, Ben just said “strip”.

Megan immediately pulled her thong off, took her stripper heels off, and then the nipple clamps, gently unclamping her over sensitive nipples, and finally the choker. She was completely nude now. She was still sitting on the floor, in the middle of an aisle surrounded by dildos and in-between two fully dressed men.

Ben was shocked that Megan actually did it. He gave a command, and she actually did it.

“Grab a dildo from the shelf and fuck yourself with it”.

Megan was like a sex crazed animal. She looked around and grabbed the first dildo she saw. It was a black, thick 9inch beast. She went on her back, legs wide open, and started to push the beast inside her. She was grunting and moaning, pushing it deeper, impaling herself on it. It felt so good, she felt so full. She started to slowly push it in and out.

“Crawl to me” commanded Ben.

Megan turned over and got on all fours. The black dildo sticking out, wedged deep in her pussy. She started to slowly crawl towards Ben. Keeping her eyes directly on his. She was seductively wiggling her ass. Her tits swaying from side to side with every step.

When Megan’s face was a few inches from Ben’s bulge, Megan stopped and sat down on back of her feet.

“Sir, may I suck your cock.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, sir, may I suck your cock. I will do such a good job. You can push it as deep down my throat as you like. I need your cock. You can cum anywhere you like. You can cum on my face or in my mouth. I won’t waste a single drop. You can put your cock into any hole. My pussy is so wet and tight. You cock will feel amazing. You can put it in my virgin ass. You can take my ass virginity. Please, let me suck and fuck your cock.”

Ben took his hard penis out. He had to pull his pants around his knees. It wasn’t as slick as the way José did it with just taking the cock through the zipper.

Megan immediately went for it. She licked the shaft from the bottom to the top, and then kissed each ball, and antalya yaşlı escort even tried to take each one entirely into her mouth – and play with them with her tongue. After a bit of teasing and playing, she focused on the shaft, starting a solid motion of sucking on the cock – going up and down, using her tongue, and taking it as deep as she could. Megan’s ass was sticking out, and José couldn’t pass up the opportunity. While Megan sucked Ben’s cock, José focused on her ass. He first removed the thick dildo – leaving Megan’s pussy gaping from the wide intrusion. He easily put three fingers into her pussy, and played with her a bit, being careful not to get her to cum, just keeping her on the edge. He then pulled an anal vibrator from the shelf, lubricated it with her pussy juices, and pushed it into her ass. He put it on the lowest setting. Just to keep her frustrated, too low to orgasm.

Ben couldn’t last any longer. He grabbed Megan’s head and kept her from pulling away. Megan tried to swallow as fast as she could, but it was too much, she choked on some of it, and after Ben finally let her go, some of the cum dripped down her chin. Megan carefully collected all of it with her finger, and licked it off, swallowing, and then opened her mouth showing to Ben and José that she swallowed everything.

“Ben, you’re in college right? Are you in a frat?” asked José.

“Yeah, I am in Sigma Phi”

“I have a favor to ask. You understand that Megan needs a lot of help. I want you to call up all your frat brothers and bring them here. We are going to setup a booth in the back, for Megan to service all of them. Today, we will focus on practicing her mouth skills. Also, I think the more cum she drinks, the more her brain will rewire itself to break down all those societal barriers. “

Megan didn’t move to object or say anything. She was sitting naked, and happy, with the taste of cum still lingering in her mouth. She was still extremely horny but the lingering taste of cum in her mouth was making her happy. A part of her, the brain, found what José just said, crazy. Her brain was telling her to put a stop to all this. But her brain wasn’t in charge, her pussy was, and her pussy loved the idea of more cum and more cocks.

Ben took out his phone, snapped a pic of naked Megan, and then started txt’ing furiously.

José came over to Megan. “Megan, come with me. I have a room prepared for you.” He led Megan naked through the store to the back area where the changing rooms were. He led her into one of the modified booths. There was a big screen tv there – playing hardcore porn. The girl was bouncing on a cock, while sucking another cock with her large tits swinging in every direction. The volume on the tv was set pretty low, but in the small booth, it was all that Megan heard, sounds of sex, and moaning.

On the other wall, there was a hole cut out at about crotch level.

“Megan, guys are going to put their cocks through this hole. You suck them off. You can either swallow it or have them cum on body or face. You understand?”

“Yes sir.”

“This is called a glory hole. They have them in the cheap whorehouses. We also have cameras installed in this room. We are going to stream it live. There are a few rules. First, you need to make sure every cock cum’s. Second, you must not cum. Third, thank every cock. Alright – that’s about it. Introduce yourself and wait for a cock to come through.”

With that José, left her, and closed the door. Megan was alone in the little room – with the large tv playing hardcore porn, with sounds of sex and moaning filling the little booth. Megan positioned herself next to the hole in the wall and saw the little camera above it. Looking into the camera, Megan introduced herself.

“Hello everyone. My name is Megan. I am a needy slut. Today, I am in a glory hole. I will suck every cock that comes through this hole. I hope I can do a good job. You can cum in my mouth or on my face. You can also come on my big tits.” Megan grabbed her tits and man-handled them for effect.

“I hope to taste you very soon.”

Megan didn’t need to wait long before the first cock came through the hole. Megan immediately went to work, licking and sucking. He didn’t last long and Megan swallowed every drop. There were 10 cocks in total. Some cum into Megan’s mouth, and some on her face and tits. By the end, Megan had a layer of dry cum covered her face, and her body. Whenever someone came on her tits, she would rub it all over herself like lotion. So, by the end, she was covered in cum.

José opened the booth door to find Megan on the floor, covered in dry cum, happy and smiling. She was absentmindedly rubbing cum into her clit.

“Megan you were amazing. I am very proud of you. We are all so proud of you. It takes amazing courage to do what you are doing. This probation is almost over, and you are absolutely acing it. You are done for today. We will see you tomorrow, same time. We don’t have showers here but looks like it’s all mostly dry. So, you can just wear your cloths over it. “

Megan just nodded and smiled. She had no intention of washing the cum off.

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She looked down as he adjusted the tiny top for her, smoothing the fabric. His index and middle fingers of both hands slid down the inside of the thin material, while his black thumbs rode down the outside. She thought she felt him pause long enough to tease her nipples with the possibility of a squeeze between those fingers as he fussed over her.

The shorter one tugged gently at the strings rising above her hip bones from behind her, causing the tiny triangle to which they were attached to pull into her slit. The response was immediate.

Tim watched casually from the rack a few feet away from the fitting room doorway where they attended to her, sizing up yet another tiny bikini. Looking beyond the tall one that was tending to her top, she noticed the other customers seemed unconcerned about what they were doing.

At least a first.

The gentle strokes on her breasts continued and the shorter one opened his palms and began to massage her ass cheeks. She wasn’t aware of her sigh, but it made enough noise to draw the attention of a gentleman shopping with his wife. He grinned as they made eye contact.

She smiled back at him and pulled herself up taller, thrusting her tits toward him, surprising even herself with her boldness. The taller one read the cue and pulled the fabric away, exposing her nipple to the voyeur before quickly covering it with his mouth. The shorter one kissed the back of her neck, right at the top of her spine while he continue to squeeze her ass. The chills made her eyes close and when she opened them her new admirer had stepped closer, getting a better look. His partner seemed to be aware of where he was but continued to shop without him.

She saw Tim rubbing his cock through his pants, smiling at her boldness. She reached for the dick nearest to her and found that the taller man had already pulled it out. Sliding to her knees she was happy that there were no pants to get in her way. He was soft when she started, but his erection filled quickly and she eagerly sucked him as far into her throat as she could. She was enjoying this new-found sense of power she had over men, and feeling them grow in her mouth was just another reminder of that power.

He shuffled a bit to her left, making room for the shorter one. When he did, she could see that her admirer’s wife or girlfriend had joined him, and was now stroking his dick in the open air of the store. A few others moved closer to them, but their attention was on Jen. Her attention was on the shorter man’s cock while she sucked the taller one. The colors fascinated her. His head was bright pink, then a smattering of hues that eventually merged into the dark brown that disappeared into his pubic hair.

She looked back to see Tim, but from the vantage of the stock room door, she couldn’t see him. It didn’t matter, she was happily busy sucking the two cocks that were generously offered to her. As she turned from side to side, one of the men held the back of her head, allowing them both to fuck her mouth. She rested into his strong palm, allowing them to use her for her own pleasure. She got glimpses of the small group that was watching. One of the women was touching herself. Jen tried to do the same, but lost her balance, falling forward. The taller man caught her.

“Let’s go in here,” the shorter one said. “It’s more comfortable. She turned and followed him into the doorway, taking a seat on a tattered rose-colored couch.

“This must be where Kate did it,” she thought to herself.

She sat between the two Jamaican men, without a stitch of clothing between the three of them. She leaned to her right to suck the taller man’s cock. Then to the left to take care of his friend. She bounced back and forth between them, noting the crowd. She was happy to see Mickey and Kate smiling back at her.

She noticed the differences in the two cocks as she sucked them. One was longer. The other was fatter. The smells were afyon günlük escort remarkably different. The skin seemed the same, but one throbbed harder in her mouth. She felt fingers creeping into her pussy as she leaned to her right, exposing her pussy and ass to the other.

“I need to get fucked.” She looked at the two, wondering which she might take first.

“Then let me help you with that,” the taller said as he stretched across the bed. His head was near the door, so when Jen straddled him she could look across the sales floor. Tim was happily stroking himself. Richard was more subtle, but she could see the undeniable outline of his erect cock beneath the fabric of his pants.

She lowered herself slowly onto the black man’s cock, looking down at herself to take in the sight. She could see it pulsing. And when she could no longer see it, that throbbing continued in her cunt. She could feel its pulse spreading toward every inch of her body. Her pace was slow and easy. She was certainly in no hurry.

The shorter man stood in front of her, one foot on either side of his coworker’s head. He fed his cock to Jen, and she took the meal like a starving woman. Kate reached beneath her and softly pinched her nipples.

There was no orgasm. No building intensity that erupted into intense pleasure. Rather, the sensation ebbed and flowed. It was as though she were being lifted and moved by a wave of sexual pleasure, pulling and pushing her across a wide expansive sea. She could feel herself trembling at the sensations as she ground herself into one cock and was being force-fed another.

The crowd was larger now, surrounding the bed. She could see those in the front clearly, their faces illuminated by the spotlight hanging over the large white bed. Those further to the back were mere shadows in the darkness.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Richard at the edge of the bed. He was already naked; that impressive erection bobbing in her direction. Kate moved toward him, hands and knees and open mouth.

“Of course she would,” Jen smiled to herself. She was eager to see what her friend could do with that massive dick, but she was only able to take a little more than Jen did in the van, but she tried valiantly.

Jen turned her attention back to the men filling her. The shorter man’s cock was not as long as the other’s, but it was thick and filled her nicely as she bumped up and down on it. She noticed the smell of her own pussy on the taller man’s dick, though she wasn’t sure how he got from under her into her mouth.

The bed shifted as Richard worked his way behind her. She felt the warmth of his skin as he moved close to her. She waited for the shorter man to remove his cock, but he didn’t. She tried to raise up in order for him to free himself, but Richard’s strong hands held her in place.

She knew immediately what he was intending to do. She also knew that it was impossible. Her virgin ass could never accommodate something that big, especially when her pussy was filled with another cock. She tried to speak but that dick in her mouth made words impossible.

She felt her ass cheeks being pulled apart. Her heart pounded, her mind racing. Somewhere a voice was screaming for him to stop, but the word never escaped her lips. The tip of his dick was warm against her asshole. She knew she would be split in two if he tried. Then suddenly, he pushed.

She awoke with a start.

Panting, sweating, heart pounding.

Morning light was trickling in through her bedroom window. The pictures of her children stared down at her from the chest across the room.

A dream? But it was so real. Her nipples were stiff and still stinging from Kate’s manipulation. A quick check returned soaking-wet fingers and the realization that her clit was on overdrive. Her asshole tingled with the anticipation of what she still felt was coming, somehow.

Had aydın üniversiteli escort she been touching herself? Had Tim been playing with her?

She looked at him. Sleeping soundly. His naked body covered only with a sheet. She peered under it to see that his morning erection was already building.

…………………………………………..

Tim was pulled from his sleep suddenly. The feeling was familiar, but the setting was all wrong.

He looked through the dawn light to see Jen, hair tussled, nude, sucking his cock. He was fully erect. He wondered how long she had been doing it. He was rigid.

“Good morning,” she said matter-of-factly, as though she were in the middle of some task, and returned to his dick.

She kicked the sheet away and pushed his hip, putting him flat on his back. Without a word, she straddled him and slid onto his erection. Her pussy was soaked. And hot. He could only guess what she had been up to before she woke him.

She leaned forward, burying her face into his shoulder and riding him like a jockey on the home stretch, slapping him with her ass hard enough that he was certain that they would both be bruised. The bed squeaked beneath them, matching her rhythm. She came, whimpering, the first time. Then bit into his shoulder to muffle her shrieks on the second. Somehow, apparently, she was still aware that the kids were in the house.

As the second subsided, she sat up straight, breathing deeply. He watched the sweat roll down her skin as she ground into him.

“I needed that,” she gasped between breaths.

“What has gotten into you?”

She shook her head silently, and then leaned forward again, this time the angle was different, as was the speed, but the slower motion brought her to another climax quickly. As she came, she reached to her ass with her right hand and squeezed her breast with her left. He could feel her fingers dangling over and scraping his dick as she rode him. Then the pressure on his cock changed. She froze and held her breath, suspended for a few seconds before releasing it all into yet another orgasm.

Again, she sat up, pulling his cock out. He watched as she reached for her pussy, soaking her fingers, and then leaned forward again, reaching farther between her legs. His dick was in her hand again, she stroked it lightly with her slick fingers, then aimed it once again.

He wasn’t sure what she was doing, but something felt wrong. The angle wasn’t right for him to penetrate her. She was clearly focused on her task, so he knew she would correct her course. But she didn’t. He felt the tip of his dick make contact with her. Without ever releasing his shaft, she pushed back into it. He felt her opening give way.

“Jen, that’s…”

“Shh!”

Tim froze, not knowing what to do next. He felt her warmth envelop the head of his cock, squeezing the tip. She pushed again, breathed deeply, and then yet again. His dick was inching up into her, pushing its way through the tightness of this untested channel. She licked her fingers and reached behind herself, smearing it on his dick. Another push. Another advance.

He would have guessed that he was halfway into her ass when she leaned all the way forward again. The movement was enough to allow his cock to creep farther into the warm pressure of his wife’s ass. She slowly began to grind back into it. Bit by bit he could feel the constrictions release, react, and squeeze again as he inched further inside.

Her breathing was soft but determined. At times, he could feel her contracting around him. Whether it was intentional or not he couldn’t say. He didn’t care. Her ass made him harder with each new motion.

She sat up straight again. Eyes closed. Concentration. Intention. He could see the base of his dick, pointing upward into Jen. From this position he couldn’t see the entry point, but he hardly needed sahibe escort ağrı to.

Suddenly, the constriction released. Jen moaned and slid down his dick, her soft ass settling around it. Her eyes opened and she smiled at him, looking like a small smug child who had achieved a goal without the aid of a grown-up.

He felt her squeezing again. This time it was clearly intentional. She leaned forward to kiss him. He could do nothing but kiss her as passionately as he was able. She inhaled deeply as they intertwined their tongues, then she began making small backward thrusts with her ass. Her hand slid between them and she found her clit. He knew the instant she arrived. He reached for her breasts and tugged at her stiff nipples. They, too, were desperately sensitive.

She stayed in that position. Masturbating, fucking, and – he was more than a little certain – entertaining a fantasy as she milked his cock.

Tim closed his eyes and thought of Richard. “I’ll need to thank him sometime.”

An instant later, he erupted, which seemed to initiate yet another orgasm for Jen.

…………………………………………

They were running late. She had needed some extra time in the bathroom this morning. And masturbating one more time in the shower had added another five minutes. The kids were slow, too. Too much time with the grandparents had made them a little less responsive to instruction than they were a week ago.

She really wanted to stay home. In bed. All day. But that wasn’t realistic and she knew it. She didn’t begrudge going, but she would have preferred more sex. She wondered if Tim would be up for it. She knew that she would have to explain what it was that she had put him through this morning. Not that he was complaining. And she knew that when she told him about her dream he would more than likely be ready to relive the whole thing all over again.

The parking lot was crowded. That was predictable. It always was when something special was going on. They got the kids settled and made their way up the stairs and down the hall, where they found a large group creating some congestion in the main lobby outside the sanctuary.

…………………………………………..

Tim’s brain was a frenzied mess. There had been no time for a conversation after sex this morning. He couldn’t imagine what had prompted that. All he got from Jen when it was over was a quick kiss before she darted off to the bathroom.

It was the typical Sunday madhouse, trying to get the kids ready and out the door. They wound up parking on the far end of the lot so they were arriving far later than he intended to. Now trying to work through the crowd was adding another challenge.

“Oh, look who found their way back home!” Dan extended his hand to Tim at the top of the stairs. “Have you met them yet?”

“No, we just got here. I’m sorry I missed dinner last night, but we were trying to get everything out of our vacation that we could.”

“Good time?” Dan asked.

Tim could feel himself blushing. “Unbelievable.”

“Oh, there they are. Tim!” Tim could hear Ted across the din, waving them over.

As Tim turned toward him he sensed something. He wasn’t quite sure what it was. The few people between Ted and Tim parted a bit to let him and Jen pass. He spotted a tall gray-haired man with his back turned to him, facing Ted, and a blonde at his side.

Tim felt it in the pit of his stomach. His pace slowed as his brain registered what he was seeing. The only sound he heard was a tiny squeak from behind him as Jen saw the couple turning toward them.

Mickey’s broad smile diminished only slightly when he made eye contact with Tim.

“Tim. Jen. Let me introduce you to our new minister and his wife. Reverend Michael Carson and his wife Katherine.”

Author’s Note

I have enjoyed writing this story. It is my first attempt at a piece this long. The characters have, in a few instances, taken me to places that I did not originally expect. I’m sure if I had it to do over again, they would take me somewhere else.

I do have thoughts about a sequel. Or perhaps a prequel. Your input would be well-received.

Thank you for sticking with Tim and Jen to the end.

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