Jack and the Beanstalk

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On my job application I hummed and hawed over my curriculum vitae. I’d filled in all the mundane stuff about education, qualifications and that, but I knew these people were interested in whether I could put myself out there, stand up and be counted, not be afraid to make a fool of myself in front of others.

So, after ‘stage backdrop design assistant’, I wrote ‘back end of a cow’.

Then I clicked on ‘send’, shrugged to myself and thought, well, I probably won’t hear from them again.

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When Mum said she was going to show me her costume for this year’s pantomime show I had trouble containing my enthusiasm. This was because I still had vivid memories of last year’s outfit where she’d played, among other non-speaking parts requiring a quick change of costume, a belly-dancer in the local repertory’s slapstick version of Aladdin. For a bit-player, her performance had certainly impressed, and the lead actor admitted later he’d almost forgotten his lines while trying to control his hard-on. In rehearsals, she’d played it straight, but, come the show, it was almost as though she was giving the poor Genie a lap-dance. Mum certainly knew where her talents lay.

So this year, her reward for that performance was…

My jaw dropped.

“Well, Mikey?” asked Mum.

Her voice was a bit muffled, since her head was covered with the rolling eyes, the lolling tongue, and the misaligned horns of a black and white cow. Her legs were encased in pants made from the same colour, held up by braces, ending in oversized hooves at the bottom.

At that moment, Dad came downstairs, holding a long, tufted tail over his arm as you would a handbag, and sporting huge udders dangling from around his waist.

“I feel a right pillock.”

“So you should, Dad.” It was hard to control my laughter, so I didn’t.

But this was part of life in my family. I’d been brought up to appreciate the way Mum eagerly took part in every production of our local am-dram society and succeeded in dragging my ineffectually complaining Dad along with her. Her enthusiasm was so infectious that even I was drafted in with my do-it-yourself talents to help with building the scenery. What she lacked in stage skills was made up for by her unwavering commitment. No part was too small, and I guess you could say that playing the pantomime cow in this season’s production of ‘Jack and the Beanstalk’ might be considered a small part.

“So, how does this,” I indicated the joining of the two of them by bringing my index fingers together, “work then?”

“It’s fairly easy,” said Dad, as though taking me through a particularly difficult algebraic equation, “Your mum stands more or less upright as the front of the cow, while I bend over, holding her at the waist, and act as the back half…”

He showed me by bending over, grabbing hold of Mum around her middle and resting his head on the upper edge of her ass. He jutted his own ass backwards, flicking it to make his tail swish.

“…then we just have to co-ordinate leg movements and away we go.”

“Umm, okay, but doesn’t it offend your masculinity that you’ve got to be the one with the…” I mimed milking a cow.

“I saw that,” said Mum.

I wondered how she saw it through that head, but said nothing.

“I’m offended that you should impugn your father’s artistic integrity…besides which, it’s totally sexist.”

We all laughed. “Yeah Mum, you’re right. It’s Dad wears the udders in this house. And, Dad? You wear them so well.”

He whipped me one with his tail.

When we were all ready, we piled into the car and I drove us across town to the theatre. This was to be their first rehearsal at the venue where I’d already been kept busy for a few weeks now helping to construct the backdrop. While we drove, Mum kept her cow’s head on just for a laugh and we drew some remarkable double-takes from other drivers along the way.

“I’ve got to get used to looking out through this fine mesh by the nostrils – this thing’s not really constructed very well at all, it’s so clumsy…and all these buttons and things make it difficult to get out of when I’ve got to change costume.”

“Oh,” I looked round hopefully at my bovine passenger, “you’re playing other things as well…?”

“Yeah, I’m also ‘second buxom village wench’, and after Jack climbs up to the giant’s lair I’m in a cage in a bikini waiting to be prepared as dessert for the Giant’s lunch. I’ve got a feeling I might be ladled with chocolate sauce for that one since I won’t have to change costume again. The director mentioned something about us acting out some kind of a wrestling match in jelly.”

My mind, not the car, went into overdrive.

When we got to the theatre we went our separate ways – me to the scaffolding of a half-erected giant beanstalk, while Mum and Dad joined the group of actors and director in a semi-circle of chairs to discuss the performance.

From my viewpoint up at the top I was able to survey istanbul escort most of the action down below. There were dressing rooms for the main actors, but those bit-players who had to perform quick costume changes in between scenes had to do so simply behind any convenient bit of scenery available. For example, Jack’s mother’s house was obviously not actually a house, but rather just three strategically arranged rectangles of plywood serving the purpose of a façade. So when the actresses, my Mum included, chose a hidden place to change, they did so behind the walls of the house. The house without a ceiling. Open to the view of anyone sitting on a giant beanstalk. Like me…

But amongst actors, even amateur actors, there’s no room for embarrassment when shucking off their costume to replace it with another, because while you might have only a minute or so to get ready for the following scene, the rest of the cast are working to their own similar time restraints as well.

And this is what seemed to be bothering our autocratic director today. He was shouting at the cast in general, while waving his arms around, that the action must flow smoothly, no awkward pauses between scenes. So it was to my good fortune that he insisted on going over the scene changes several times, holding a stopwatch to eliminate wasted seconds during the changeovers. I took a timeout on my perch to sit and marvel at how the four bit-playing ladies, my mum among them, would run behind the scenery, lift their dresses, unzip their skirts and, ooh, shake off their bras and be practically naked for a few wonderful seconds before pulling on their next costumes, straightening themselves out and jumping back onto the stage to perform some version of a hayseed Can-Can. I just loved the theatre…

Our director, Bernard, seemed to be having a few problems though with Daisy, the cow.

“Ellen, dear,” He called everyone ‘dear’, “we’ve still got to shave a couple of seconds off that costume change into the cow. Now I know that’s difficult for you because you’re just coming on after the busty wench scene, but perhaps you and David can help one another out there…mmm?”

It was not a question, it was a command.

“…and the two of you, I want to see a bit more action from the cow. Remember we’re playing it for laughs. A little skip from the hind legs and a jump and a wiggle won’t go amiss. Let’s take it from where Jack’s leading you downstage along the road to market shall we..?”

So Jack entered, stage-left, lamenting the fact he had to take his beloved dear old Daisy to market, while Daisy for her part made a game struggle against the rope, even pulling Jack back over onto his backside which got a few laughs. She stopped to nibble some grass here, listen to the twittering of the birds there, and skip to a tune that was being played by the roadside over there…

“More lively, Daisy, try doing some sort of jig, you’re a happy old cow..!”

It was their first attempt at this, so there were no markings onstage as to where exactly they should perform their impromptu dance. So, to the urging of, “More lively, get into the rhythm..!” Mum swung her front round, Dad followed suit behind her and promptly dropped off the stage and into the orchestra pit.

All action stopped at that point, with the ridiculous sight of the front half a cow looking behind her in surprise, others peering down from the stage into the depths, and yet others who were taking a break leaning forwards from the stall seats to get a better look.

Then a load groan came from below. People, including myself, quickly clambered down to Dad who was lying in a grotesque position on the floor. It was already obvious from the way he was lying there prone that at the very least he’d broken his leg. While an ambulance was called and while the director fretted, and while Mum, having taken off the head, leant over him, her face full of concern, black humour was already making its way to the surface.

“Maybe we should call the vet…?”

“…a good piece of sirloin for supper…”

“I think we should put Daisy out of her misery. Anyone got a shotgun?”

Mum and I escorted the paramedics and the stretcher out to the ambulance and, since I wasn’t involved in the rehearsals as such, it was decided I’d accompany Dad to the hospital.

After a couple of hours of X-rays, discovering that as well as a multiple fracture of his leg he’d managed to break his arm as well, and after making sure he was comfortably tucked up in a ward bed, I made my way back to the theatre.

I found that rehearsals had just finished for the day and Ellen and Bernard were left sitting huddled in urgent, whispered conversation, centre-stage. I’d already phoned ahead to inform them of Dad’s condition, so, hurrying towards me, Bernard left out the small-talk and got straight down to business.

“Michael, dear, I’m so awfully sorry about David and all that, but you must realize this has put us into rather a quandary izmir escort regarding the part of Daisy the cow, and I’m afraid time is very much of the essence. We’ve got a couple of understudies, you understand, but they’re for the main parts of Jack and the giant. We’ve got no understudy for the part of Daisy. So…we were just wondering, Ellen and I…”

I glanced behind him to where Mum was anxiously chewing at her thumbnail, looking at me imploringly. I knew how much this meant to her.

“So you want me to replace Dad in the cow?”

“Well, you know all the scenes, and with a bit of practice at home to catch up…”

The two of them were now biting their thumbnails.

“…and it’s easier for me to find other help in building the scenery, or, if you might want to do both…maybe…perhaps?”

Bernard raised one eyebrow. Mum raised both.

“Yes, of course I’ll do it, I mean, the show must go on and all that…?”

Bernard heaved a sigh of relief and Mum grinned at me widely, tears glistening in her eyes.

“Good. That’s very good. Michael dear, you’re a trouper, and that’s the highest accolade anyone can give. It’s the equivalent of a medal for valor. Now I won’t keep the two of you, you’ve got your costumes, so, go..! go…! the curtain is about to rise, applause awaits you! I’ll see you both tomorrow at ten sharp…”

Then he made a show of crossing the fingers of both hands and knocking on the wood of every piece of stage scenery he could reach. A bit over-the-top, but, well, actors…

…

We went by the hospital on our way home, but Dad was out for the count, I guess on pain suppressants. A kind nurse assured us that he would be fine but they’d have to keep him in for at least a couple of days since the leg break was not so simple, but that he should be out by the weekend.

A relieved Mum and I drove home. She smiled across at me and stroked my cheek.

“You’re an angel. I love you.” and she leant across to my seat and planted a kiss on my ear before snuggling closer and wrapping an arm round mine. She rested her head on my shoulder.

“I think your dad did that on purpose though,” she giggled.

I looked round at her and found my mouth was in her scented hair.

“He never wanted to do the acting bit anyway; he only did it so I wouldn’t keep nagging at him…” She giggled again. “So, can I now call you ‘Michael Backend’?” Our family name was Townsend, so it had a certain ring to it.

“Only if I can call you ‘Ellen Frontend’..?” I’d just called her by her first name, possibly for the first time ever, but…

“I’d like that.” She reached up and kissed my ear again.

I leant over and kissed her hair. She squeezed my arm. We remained like that until I drew the car into our drive and we both got out, each of us pulling part of a cow corpse behind us.

Mum was eager and chatty as she prepared us a light meal, and it was as though she’d completely forgotten her mangled husband lying in the hospital.

Then it was time.

“Let me just freshen up with a shower and we can get down to business…”

“Okay. When you’re finished give me a shout and I’ll have one as well…”

After my shower I come back downstairs in clean tee-shirt and shorts, to find Mum waiting for me on the sofa…in a bathrobe.

“Okay, Mike, Mister Backend haha, if we’re going to do this we’re going to have to do it properly, okay?”

“Sure, Mum, I mean, Mrs. Frontend. What happens now?” I went to put on my part of the Daisy suit.

“No, not yet…” She stood up, undid the tie at the front of her robe and slid it off her shoulders and let it fall onto the carpet. She stood there in just her bra and panties. I gawped. They were only semi-opaque, and I could see straight-off the dark outline of the areolae and the press of her nipples against the thin silk fabric of her lacey white bra, the top of her ample breasts bulging tightly over the top.

Down below, her matching panties were equally ineffectual in hiding the dark vertical landing strip of her neatly shaved pubic area. She stood there with a half-smile.

“Take it in, Mikey, get it over with. Don’t tell me you’ve not already had an eyeful, I saw you voyeuring from up there on that beanstalk, don’t say you didn’t.”

Damn! It hadn’t been as dark as I’d thought…

“I…I…umm…” I hadn’t taken my eyes off her body.

“…and when you’re comfortable with your old mum, we’ll start rehearsing our part…oh, and by the way, take off your shirt and pants…”

I raised my eyebrows.

“You don’t know it yet, but it gets very hot inside that costume, and under the floodlights we’ll be sweating like pigs…or cows…”

I took off my shirt and dropped my pants. Mum admired me standing there in just my boxer shorts, my dick semi-hard because of…oh hell…my mum.

The only time I’d taken my eyes off her curvy body was to pull the tee-shirt over my head, and izmit escort that was only a split-second.

She looked me up and down with a satisfied smile on her face, her gaze flickering only momentarily as it passed over my crotch.

“Mmm, maybe we should have persuaded Bernard to let us play a horse instead…”

I didn’t know what she meant by that, but before I had chance to reply, she stepped forward and took both my hands in hers and placed them onto her hips. Her own hands she put round my neck. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest…and my dick was jutting out into her lower belly. Without acknowledging that fact, she kissed me on the nose and said,

“Alright then, your poor, crippled old dad showed you earlier how to position yourself, so…” She released her hold on me and spun round so she was facing away, but with my hands still on her hips. I took in her lovely fragrance. “Okay, Backend, reverse until your head comes down to reach the small of my back…”

I did so and, oh God, as my head came down I saw that her panties were hardly covering the cheeks of her ass and the beginning of her crack was visible a couple of inches above the waistband.

“Okay, you have to rest your head down there, it’s important you have good contact so you know what moves I’m going to make and so you can follow me, because you won’t be able to see a thing…”

My forehead rested in the small of her back which left my nose to nestle comfortably between the beginning swellings of her cheeks. And my mouth…no!…Mikey, don’t you dare stick out your tongue and lick her…!

Her own hands she brought up to her waist to cover mine.

“Alright then, let’s try a little trot round the room, shall we? I’ll start on my right foot and you on your left, otherwise it’ll look, umm, even more strange than it is…maybe close your eyes?”

We did a few successful circuits of the living-room, Mum indicating with the pressure of her hands when she was going to turn left or right. A double press was to stop or go. I did as I was told and really did keep my eyes shut, but doing this only increased the sensations of her perfume and the indescribable pleasure of the rhythm of her ass cheeks against my face. When she stopped abruptly though, my mind was understandably elsewhere, and I fell up against her, almost toppling her. My hands released their hold on her waist and went around to the front to catch her by the stomach and my lower body pressed into her back.

“Umm, sorry…”

“That’s okay…”

Her hands covered mine, and for a moment she pressed them into her belly before taking each one and wrapping them tightly round herself so we were standing with no space at all between us. I felt her bottom momentarily push back onto my cock. Then she brought one of her hands up behind her and stroked my cheek.

“Looks like this could be a long evening, Mikey. What say we break open the wine and lighten the mood…?”

I spoke softly into her neck, “Yeah, that’d be great, Mum…Ellen…Mrs. Frontend…”

She laughed and released me and without looking behind, sauntered out of the room, her ass bobbing along hypnotically. I followed her through to the kitchen to find her bending over with her head inside the open door of the fridge. Her pantied ass jutted out behind and I was free for that moment to simply stand there and appreciate its wonderful contours. She wiggled it twice and then straightened up and turned, a bottle of the white in her hand.

She was smiling, and glanced down at the tent in my boxers.

“You voyeur, you…”

She walked across to me. Did her hips always swing so much? And she held the chilled bottle against my protrusion.

“Maybe that’ll cool you down a bit…?”

“I…I…I’m sorry, Mum, I can’t help it, it’s just…Mum, I’m sorry, it’s just, you’re so lovely, you’re gorgeous, you really are, I never realized, you’re…”

Mum was standing there with such a warm smile, patiently watching me getting redder in the face and blabbering on, then held one hand behind my neck and drew my face in towards hers. Our lips met and already her tongue was pushing its way urgently into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her and pushed my whole body up against her wonderfully soft being. She giggled into my mouth as the chilled bottle was pressed tightly between us like an intruding iceberg, and we tottered to one side so she could extract it and place it onto the work-top.

With that hand now free, she brought it back and clasped the length of my rod and a guttural moan escaped her throat. While our tongues excavated one another’s mouths, she jerked at my dick through the boxers, but, not satisfied, started to tear them down my legs before pulling at her own panties. My hands came round the back of her and helped in pushing them down over her ass cheeks. I continued to push them down and bent at one leg in front of her in order to loop them off her ankles. My mouth found itself opposite her lower belly. I started to work my way back up again, with the help of her fingers tugging through my hair, my hands enveloping her breasts and my tongue making darting explorations around her navel up to the underside of her bra where I tried vainly to insert it through the extra space offered between the two cups.

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Dear Diary,

The most humiliating thing happened today. I can’t believe what my assistant Justine did to me. It all started after lunch. I was sitting in my office, preparing some briefs for the McIntyre case, when Justine brought me a cup of coffee. I thought it was so nice of her, little did I know!

She came around behind me for a few moments, and then started rubbing my shoulders, telling me I looked tense. I started to tell her to stop, that it was inappropriate for a college intern to be giving backrubs to an attorney (oh I wish I had!) but it felt so damn good, I just couldn’t bring myself to stop her. Within a minute I had stopped working and was slumped over at my desk. Before I even knew it she peeled my blazer down my arms and then off, saying she could do better if there wasn’t the fabric in the way. I knew I should object, but like I said, it felt so good. In fact it started to feel _good_. I mean, I started to feel a little squishy, and my nipples got hard as rocks. I know I’m not a lesbian, but I have to admit this girl was turning me on. God knows I haven’t gotten any since Brad dumped be six months ago, but that shouldn’t turn me into a dyke!

Next thing I knew I felt her pull my blouse out of my slacks and start to rub my bare back. Now I knew I had to put a stop to that. Anyone could walk in and see this. Even though our firm doesn’t have that many people, and my office is at the end of the hall where no one just walks by, someone still could have walked in at any point. I can’t explain it; it must be that I missed anyone’s touch, even if it was Justine’s. I just couldn’t make myself do anything that might make her stop. Even when she undid my bra, I just let myself float in sensations. She pulled me back to lean back in the chair, and whispered for me to close my eyes and think of lying on a nice sunny beach, that I should just relax. I felt her hands on my shoulders and then running down my arms, then up the sides of my torso. Occasionally she would brush her hands against my boobs, making me jump a little. I remember thinking that it wasn’t her fault; they’re always getting in the way. She kept whispering in my ear about how relaxed I would feel on that beach, as her hands kept roaming over my body. First my shoulders, then down my torso between my breasts, then my arms, then my torso again, then my shoulders and down my arms. She pushed me forward again so I was slumped over and she started again with my back, shoulders and arms. She even picked up each hand and massaged it a little bit. It all felt so good, it was like I was floating on a cloud.

Somehow, I ended up leaning back again, and she was rubbing my shoulders, and then my arms. She kept brushing my boobs even more now, and it felt really funny, because it felt like she was touching my bare breasts. I knew I should open my eyes, and I kept thinking I would do it, but I just couldn’t, knowing it would end the wonderful feelings I was having. Soon, it seemed she was doing nothing but playing with my boobs, even squeezing them and pinching my nipples. I steeled myself and began to open my eyes. Right as I did, my nipples twitched in pain as Justine gave them a vicious tweak, and then she walked away from me. I looked down, and … I was naked from the waist up!

I don’t know how she did it, and how I didn’t feel it, but somehow she had worked my bra and blouse off of me. She must have slipped them over my hands while she was massaging them, but I honestly don’t know how I didn’t feel it. It’s almost like she hypnotized me with the massage. I told her to give me my clothes back, but she just smiled, waved my bra and blouse at me, and was gone. I swore under my breath, and started after her. I couldn’t go out hall topless, so I grabbed my blazer. I wanted to catch her quick, so I pulled it on, and started after her, holding it closed in front of me … and almost ran right into Bob and Steve (two of our firm’s partners) coming back to my office! They needed to ask me some questions about the case, and they wanted to go back to my office. Suddenly, their eyes popped wide as they noticed the ample cleavage I was showing. Cursing Justine, I turned around, and tried to button my blazer without being too obvious. I was only able to get the top button done before I sat down. For the next fifteen minutes I tried to ignore their stares at my chest as we discussed the case. At one point they were reading a document, and asking me questions, and I stood up without thinking and leaned over the desk. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that they had stopped talking. I looked down and panicked as I realized that I could see both of my nipples, and that I was sure they could too. Hell, they could probably see my navel! I was so embarrassed I wanted to run screaming from the room, but I decided I would be better to play it cool, like I didn’t care. I figured lawyers are supposed to be cool under pressure, so screaming would probably be a bad career move.

I kept talking for another ten or fifteen seconds before I sat down and tried to discreetly cover myself a little better. By then I was getting flushed, and I suddenly realized karabük escort that I was incredibly turned on! It’s not like I’m an exhibitionist or anything, but there was no doubt. My nipples were hard and tight, and I was pretty sure my pussy must be gushing into my panties. I started to sweat, and I think I was even breathing hard. Then I started to have a compulsive desire to start playing with myself, which is totally unlike me, but it was all I could do to contain it.

Fortunately, Bob and Steve stood up a couple minutes later and made to leave. Then Steve walked around to my side of the desk, offering his hand as he told me what a great job I was doing. He pumped my hand vigorously, making my unsupported boobs jiggle uncomfortably, but I kept my eyes locked on his, making it hard for him to peek down my blazer. Out of my peripheral vision I could see Bob shift on his feet, but I figured that I needed to stare Steve down, so I kept my eyes riveted on him. After the handshake they both left my office, and I looked down to discover that my right nipple was now completely exposed. I was absolutely mortified, but all of a sudden I was so turned on I couldn’t control it. I grabbed my crotch with my right hand, and just squeezed. I didn’t need to rub, just squeeze, and I came almost instantly. I kept squeezing, and then grabbed my exposed (and now throbbing,) nipple in my left hand, and squeezed it as I tried to get another orgasm. Brad was always trying to get me to play with my boobs, but I never felt comfortable doing it. But today it just seemed so right, so I pinched my nipple hard, and instantly came again.

Writing this, it all seems so unreal. This is not the kind of thing I do. I’m a good girl, I’m an attorney for Christ’s sake, I don’t get undressed and masturbate at work. But that is what I did. It’s like I’ve been possessed.

Anyways, as soon as I could stand up, I rummaged around in my desk, and found a safety pin to hold my blazer together more modestly, and I set out to find Justine. I found her chatting with Melissa, Nicole, and Tina, some of the law clerks in the office. They were in the cubicle farm that is down the hall and across from my office. Justine was showing them something on her phone, and they were all laughing. I went up to her, and told her I needed to see her right away. She smiled at me, as Melissa said “nice outfit” in a really snotty voice. I told Justine that she was in big trouble, and that if she wanted to keep her job, she’d better come to my office right away. That’s when she showed me what was on her phone. It was picture of me topless, with Justine squeezing my breasts. You could see my face clearly, my head back and eyes closed in what looked like ecstasy. Justine’s tan hands stood out against my white boobs as she squeezed them, but her face was obscured by her hair.

She told me I was being very rude, and that I had better be a lot nicer to her, unless I wanted more than just the girls to see these photos. Melissa, Nicole and Tina moved behind me, and Justine stepped right in front of me, penning me in. I started to get flustered, and (I can’t believe it) turned on again. It just wasn’t right, how was I going to establish control if my body kept misbehaving? I tried anyway, telling her that she wouldn’t dare, it would hurt her career as much as mine.

She just laughed at me, and asked “what career? I’m just an intern.” At that point I completely collapsed; it would ruin me if those photos got around. I just said “please, no.” Justine smiled like a wolf that knew it had its prey, and told me I had better apologize for being rude to her. I couldn’t believe it, but what could I do? I managed to whisper that I was sorry. She told me that I’d better speak up, and be more specific. So I managed to stammer out, that I was sorry for being rude to her.

“That’s a start,” was all she said. She then leaned in so her face was close to mine, and asked me if I had enjoyed her playing with my boobs. Actually she said tits, but I hate that word. When I didn’t say anything, she started unbuttoning my blazer. I moved to stop her, but Melissa and Nicole held my hands. Before I could even think to struggle, Justine reminded me that if I wasn’t a good girl she would send out my photos. Soon she had my blazer unbuttoned, and had taken my safety pin. Her fingers started tracing slowly around my nipples. I was terrified someone else would come back and see us, but I was also beside myself with… well with lust. I can’t explain it, but as I looked into Justine’s brown eyes, I just went week in the knees. She asked me again if I liked her playing with my tits (that word again,) and it took all my will to mutter a “no.” She stopped just tracing her fingers along my breasts, and began squeezing them forcefully, mashing them into my chest, and them pulling them out and tweaking the nipples. An uncontrollable moan escaped my lips.

“Are you _sure_ you don’t like me playing with your tits? Tell the truth now.

I managed to gasp out for her to please stop, that someone might come over and see, and she told me that I’d better answer the karaman escort question. I started to worry that I might actually cum, right in front of my intern and three law clerks. I knew I had to get control of the situation, but my brain seemed to be in an erotic haze. Finally, I moaned out yes, that I did like her playing with my breasts, hoping that she would stop before I came.

She smiled at me, and told me that if that was the case, she’d make sure to do it often. With that, she got a good grip on my nipples and pinched them hard enough to make me gasp before letting go. Then she told me that I still was in trouble for being rude to her and that I needed to make it up to her. My mouth dropped open in shock when she said to give her my slacks. I started to tell her to go fuck herself, when the most humiliating thing happened. I started to cry. I’m a hard nosed attorney, not some high-school girl who cries when another girl says something catty. I’m tough. Or at least I thought I was, because there I was, surrounded by four girls that were almost ten years younger than me, with one of them playing openly with my boobs and demanding I take my slacks off, and I started to sniffle, and then sob. I begged her not to take my slacks, that it could ruin me. Justine just smiled and told me that most likely no one would see me, that I just needed to stay at my desk until the end of the day, and then she’d bring me my clothes and I could get properly dressed. It’s so humiliating to think how weak I was, but I didn’t see any way out, so I nodded while I was holding in my sobs, and reached to my side and undid my zipper. Every fiber in my body was screaming “No, fight her,” but I just couldn’t do it. There were too many of them, and I had more to lose than they did. So I slid the slacks down, and kicked them off along with my pumps. I had knee high stockings on, which Justine insisted I give her as well. At this point I was too far gone to assert myself, so I bent over and started to peel them off. I must have jumped a mile when Melissa grabbed my ass, and Tina slid a finger over my panty covered crotch. I shed the stocking instantly and bolted back upright, but Tina’s finger stayed wedged in the crack of my ass, and Melissa kept pinching my cheeks.

I started getting scared that things would get even worse, so I asked them please to let me go back to my office, and for them to let me keep my panties. Justine grinned, and said that it hadn’t occurred to her for me to give up my panties, which almost started me crying again. She then laughed, and said that she was kidding, that she just wanted to adjust them a little. As she said it, Melissa and Nicole grabbed my hands again as Justine grabbed the front of my panties and Tina grabbed the back. The two of them gave me a horrible wedgie, pulling up on my panties front and rear. I bit my lip as my underwear disappeared into my crotch. They even sawed it back and forth three or four times to make sure it was in there good. Justine grabbed my nipples again, and pulled them up hard and twisted them cruelly, starting off my crying again. She told me to go back to my desk, and I would get my clothes at the end of the day, but she warned me that if I moved my panties at all, for any reason, she would take all my clothes, and leave me here. My breasts felt like they were on fire, but then Justine managed to pinch and twist them even harder as she asked if I understood. I quickly nodded that I did, and she let go. She grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, and gave my bare butt cheek a hard slap as she told me to get going. Nicole, Tina, and Melissa moved out into the hallway and started talking, screening the door to my office so I might be able to get there undetected. I hurried to my office, risking a quick peek down the hall right as I stepped in. I swore as I saw another attorney, Derek, craning his neck to see past the clerks. He probably couldn’t be sure of what he saw, but it was way too close for comfort.

I buttoned my blazer back up, and sat down at my desk, and tried to collect my thoughts. The whole thing was intolerable, but I couldn’t see anyway out of it. If I did anything to confront Justine, I’d end up exposing myself to the entire office, and jeopardize my career. I couldn’t even pull my panties out of my crotch. I looked down at them and shuddered. My pubic hair was almost completely exposed, and my “lips” puffed out around the skinny band that had been my panties. To make things worse, I was so turned on that I was starting to ooze around the panties. I was about to get some Kleenex to clean myself up, when I heard Derek talking with the clerks. I scooted my chair in just in time, making sure he couldn’t tell that I wasn’t wearing my slacks. Derek’s kind of a scum-bucket, always hitting on me, even when I was with Brad. To top it off, he’s married. He doesn’t interest me at all, but the thought that I was there wearing only a blazer and panties made me kind of hot. I remember thinking that this was something he had probably fantasized about for years, and now it was in front of him, and he didn’t even know it! Suddenly I realized kars escort that I had been rubbing my thighs together, and was really turned on again. I think Derek knew something was up, but after a while he realized he wasn’t getting anywhere, and he left. Almost immediately my hand went to my kitty, rubbing it to try to get to orgasm, but the noise from the hall made me stop before I could cum.

I tried to focus on work, but always my hand would drift down, stroking my thighs, massaging my crotch, and even outright diddling myself. A couple times my other hand would go in my blazer to pinch a nipple, but they were pretty sore by now. Two times Justine came in, and had me stand up to check my panties. As much as I wanted to, I had not pulled them out of my crevice. Just to be sure, she pulled them up some more, making me even more uncomfortable, but also coming very close to giving me an orgasm. Both times after she left I would masturbate like crazy. By five I was starting to get worn out, sore, and beside myself with frustration. To make things worse, I was out of Kleenex, and there was a puddle of my ooze collecting in my chair. I just know the room had to smell like sex by then.

I was really going at it, when I heard Elaine, our Senior Partner, say “hi” to Justine. I tried to stop quickly, and scooted my chair all the way in as Elaine walked in my office. Elaine is my role model. She’s in her early fifties, is fit, looks great, and is a name partner in our firm. In short, she’s everything I want to be, so I work very hard to impress her, and there she was, standing in my office with me pretty much undressed and masturbating. I was mortified. I asked her to sit down, but she said she had been in a long meeting, and wanted to stand. That meant I needed to scoot all the way in at my desk, to be sure that she couldn’t see that I wasn’t wearing pants. That rested my boobs on my desk, which made my blazer open up even more. I knew I was showing her a lot of cleavage, and as we chatted about the McIntyre case, her eyes kept dropping down to look at my chest. I was so humiliated, but I started getting hot too. My hand was still in between my legs, and almost like it had a will of its own, it started to massage my kitty. I can’t believe it, but I started masturbating right in front of a Senior Partner. I got all flushed, and started to sweat, but I just couldn’t stop myself.

I don’t think Elaine knew what was really going on, but she definitely knew something was up. She kept looking at me with a funny look on her face, which isn’t surprising as I was getting flushed, and starting to sweat, and I was even trembling a little bit. Fortunately I didn’t actually cum, but I was getting awful sloppy down there, and I’m sure the room smelled. Thank God the conversation kind of dwindled, but just as I thought she might leave, she asked the question I had been dreading. She looked at my chest, and was like “Heidi, where’s your blouse?” Thinking fast, I told her I had spilled coffee all over it, and that Justine had run it to the cleaners. She looked doubtful, but she didn’t question it. She just said that although we were a pretty laid back office, and that she had to admit that this look “showed my assets” well, she didn’t think clients would understand. I was completely mortified to have a senior partner talking about my “assets”, and I assured her that I was planning to stay in my office the rest of the day, and I didn’t have any client meetings. She smiled and went on her way. As soon she was out to of the office I sped up my fingers on my crotch and came hard.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, the office started to empty out. People would poke their heads in and say goodbye, usually with their eyes bulging when they saw my cleavage. At about 6:00, Justine came in, and said that almost everyone except a couple of the partners had gone home. I asked if I could get my clothes back, and she told me that she had decided I needed to earn the right to get dressed. My stomach sank.

She demanded that I stand up, and give her my blazer. I started to tell her no way, but I noticed she was holding out her phone with a picture of her pinching my nipples. What could I do, she would leave me there with no pants, and once everyone in the law firm so those photos, I’d be too embarrassed to face them. I asked her how I knew that she wouldn’t send out the photos anyway, and just laughed and said that she was having too much fun, and that would ruin it.

Every instinct was telling me to say “fuck off,” and dare her to follow through, but I looked into Justine’s eyes, and saw the determination there. The same emotions of helplessness and weakness that I had felt before came over me again. I actually started to tear up again, and I just couldn’t find the will to resist her. She demanded my blazer again, and when I didn’t do anything, she said that she was leaving, and that I could find my own way out of there. I begged her to stop, and I slowly stood up. She stopped by my door with an impatient look. Finally, I took a deep breath and undid the buttons and gave her the blazer. I covered my boobs with one arm and my crotch with the other, but she came over and placed my hands on my head. At that point, my mind was just focused on the idea that I couldn’t do anything to disappoint her, that I wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences. I just couldn’t think straight, and I passively let her move my arms.

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Showstopper Ch. 04

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Double Penetration

Justin could tell from the way Cathy’s muscles began twitching like falling dominos up and down her body, that she was on the verge of orgasm. Even if he closed his eyes, Cathy’s impending release would have been clear from the way the married woman straddling his crotch was gasping loudly into the sheets below. His dick acting just like a shiver as Cathy anxiously hammered her cunt up and down on top of it, Justin made sure to keep the tips of his thumbs buried ever so slightly in the older woman’s ass until she transformed into a writhing mess on top of him.

Knowing it was probably in everyone’s best interest to get Cathy off as quickly as possible before she surely would have lost the mood realizing her friend Jeri was standing in the doorway watching, Justin couldn’t resist the powerful lure of tempting fate and raising the stakes even more.

Just before pushing Cathy past the point of no return, Justin tightened his grip around Cathy’s waist before whispering down to tell her he wasn’t ready for her to cum just yet.

“WHHAA…WWHHAAA,” Cathy wailed without looking up, frustratedly burying her head even deeper between her arms as Justin pulled back, momentarily denying her the release she so badly needed.

Edging upwards slightly, Justin made sure he kept his cock buried inside Cathy as he reached up to gently rub her back. Peeking over at Jeri and her naked friend as they watched from the door, Justin felt somewhat buoyed in his plan from the way the two women fidgeted as they looked on.

“Shhh,” Justin whispered reassuringly down to Cathy as she straddled limply across his lap.

“I just wanted you and I to come at the same time…that’s why I stopped,” he told the visibly trembling woman before reaching his huge hands under her chest and squeezing her breasts several times.

“Stay just like you are,” Justin added before leaning back and resuming his steady upward thrusts into Cathy Northfield’s soaked and gaping vagina.

Turning his gaze quickly back to the women at the door, Justin felt a seismic tingle work its way down his spine when he saw Jeri slip her fingers down to her pussy and begin masturbating herself as she watched what he was doing to Cathy.

Spending the next several minutes rebuilding his momentum inside the spastic woman draped across his crotch, Justin paid special attention keeping Cathy’s head down and turned away from the spot Jeri, and the woman he would later discover to be Tamra, eagerly watched every move he made. It didn’t take long until his and Cathy’s conjoined bodies took on the appearance of one rhythmic and perfectly morphed, sexual beast.

The longer he fucked Cathy, the more Jeri and Tamra inevitably shifted in the doorway until Justin realized why Jeri had such a refreshingly dazed look in her eyes. Focusing on Jeri’s fingers swirling through the feathery lips of her vagina, Justin suddenly saw the strap-on dildo that was secured around Tamra’s waist.

“She just fucked Jeri with that,” Justin was almost sure of when he saw the glistening sheen of juices covering Tamra’s large phallic spear.

“HHMMMM,” Justin hummed to himself, pondering the possibilities as he steadily shoved his cock deeper into Cathy’s boiling quim.

Sawing his prick in and out of Cathy until she was once again clawing at the sheets, Justin lost himself for a few seconds imagining how Cathy would look getting plowed by Tamra’s strap-on, the same way Jeri apparently just had. The sound of his dick pillaging through Cathy’s pussy now filling the room, Justin nodded for the two women at the door to sneak inside when he sensed the married woman on top of him was on the verge of release.

Watching as both women flared out to each end of the bed, Justin couldn’t help but be struck by the visual of Tamra’s petite and ultra feminine body juxtaposed with the outline of the dildo jutting from her crotch as she took a spot directly behind his head. Jeri, on the other hand, took her place a few steps away from the foot of the bed in hopes that Cathy wouldn’t detect her presence until the time was right.

“MMMMMMM…..GGRRR..AAHHHHHHH,” Justin’s groans increased as he fucked Cathy, looking just like a jockey prodding a horse from the back of the pack in a desperate final push towards the finish line.

“UUHH..UUHHHHH….AAHHHHHHHHH….AAHHHHHH,” Cathy grunted helplessly, her muffled screams cascading through the room as she blindly balled her hands into fists into the crumpled sheets.

Humping her pussy backwards against the younger man’s cock in an unadulterated attempt to siphon the cum from his bloated balls, Cathy was forced to raise her head to breath as her orgasm twisted like a tornado through her spine. Her eyes still closed, Cathy would have probably collapsed right back down without looking if her senses hadn’t been so heightened at that moment. Upon inhaling, she couldn’t help but recognize the familiar scent of Jeri’s perfume. Opening her eyes, Cathy was instantly met with the blurry outline of her naked friend kilis escort crouched less than two feet away.

Wasting no time reaching forward as she watched Cathy’s orgasm tear through her lithe and spasming frame, Jeri stared straight into her friend’s eyes as she took each of Cathy’s nipples between her tweaking and twisting fingers.

“GGRRRAAAHHHH..AAAHHHHHHHHH,” Cathy moaned as if she were giving birth, her release screaming from every pore in her body as Jeri fondled her breasts.

For Justin’s part, he was doing all he could to keep from cumming. Wanting to keep the pace and friction of his thrusts steady as he watched Jeri move in for the sexual kill, he somehow wanted to save his second nut of the evening in case Tamra was able to try something on Cathy with her faux phallus.

Securing the grip on Cathy’s waist with one hand, Justin lowered the other down to the base of his bulging cock and clamped it off just before his raging seed shot deep into Cathy’s quivering and thirsty slit.

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Cathy Northfield was at a complete loss. Her body was drained, her mind wrecked and her senses overwhelmed, and it took every ounce of energy she had left to balance herself of her knees as she straddled Justin’s crotch. Looking up at Jeri with a mixture of gratitude and betrayal as Jeri continued to kneel there, playfully twisting at Cathy’s cherry shaped nipples, all Cathy could focus on at that moment was the warmth of satisfaction she felt coursing through every facet of her being. That, along with the fully erect log of Justin’s penis that remained lodged and throbbing inside her still convulsing womb.

“What the fuck is that boy made of?” Cathy repeatedly asked herself as she marveled at the Justin’s virility and endurance.

All this was before Cathy even realized a fourth person was in the room.

“Hold on Cathy…,” she looked up and saw Jeri’s lips move a few seconds before her friend’s words registered inside her foggy head.”We might not be done here just yet…”

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Thirty-Five and married to one of the wealthiest men in the greater Orlando area, Tamra Riddell wasn’t a stranger to the upscale Florida swing scene. There at the mansion with her Husband, who was busy at the time in one of the private rooms upstairs, Tamra tended to gravitate towards other women when she showed up to such functions. Even though it would have been a subjective measure, if there had been a poll taken of the party’s patrons, Tamra would have been voted the most attractive woman there. A little over five foot two with the perkiness and build of a professional cheerleader, when you added in the 36 C sized implants and the ultra teased blonde hair, you had a feminine specimen that would stop traffic on any street in the world.

The innate ability to turn most any man into a leering puddle of mush had gotten quite boring to Tamra over the years. It was why she’d gradually come to enjoy the conquest of seducing a normally heterosexual woman much more than a man. Taking one look down at Cathy sprawled out and gasping on top of Justin, Tamra knew she’d found the ideal candidate for her night’s fun.

Keeping herself crouched down beside the bed as she watched Justin and Jeri carefully turn Cathy 180 degrees around, Tamra couldn’t help but feel like a hungry jackal who’d stumbled upon a den of sleeping prey as Cathy came to rest face to face on top of Justin’s chest.

Making brief eye contact with Cathy as she settled herself down on top of Justin, Tamra felt an instant shiver of attraction shoot through her body when she saw just how pretty Cathy was. Having fucked Justin several times herself during previous visits, Tamra was fully aware the effect the young man could have on a woman’s sex life. Seeing how spent Cathy’s looked, Tamra could tell the naked woman spread out across Justin’s chest had never experienced anything close to what he’d unleashed inside her. In that sense, Tamra almost felt guilty over what she was about to do.

Even though it was just a brief glance Tamra shared with Cathy, it didn’t seem the unsuspecting woman was bothered by Tamra’s presence, an assumption most likely borne out by the setting they were in. Tamra’s guess was Cathy just assumed she’d come into the room along with Jeri to watch Justin work her over on the bed. Up until the last possible moment, Cathy didn’t have a clue what was attached to Tamra’s waist, or her prowess in using it.

On the other hand, if Tamra had known the back story between Cathy and Justin, as lustfully depraved as she was, Tamra would have probably dove headlong between them like a rabid dog in heat instead of calmly strolling behind Cathy like the cool and calculating sexual nymph she fancied herself to be.

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If it wasn’t for all the time and effort Cathy Northfield spent keeping herself in shape, she probably would have had a heart attack after the workout kırıkkale escort Justin just put her through. Laying there in a sweaty heap on top of him with his eager and fully erect dick still snug inside her pussy, Cathy knew he wasn’t finished with her yet. Despite her tank being on empty, Cathy couldn’t deny the feelings that Justin had unleashed within her, and she found herself more than willing to oblige him whatever he desired in her weakened state. Though she could have never put it to words, Cathy was also desperate to answer the primal call of feeling the young man spew the contents of his boiling lust deep inside her womb. The fact that two other people were in the room to witness it just added to the surreal spectacle of it all.

So focused on the stud penetrating her from below, Cathy didn’t take note of Cathy easing up then moving behind her until she was side by side with Jeri at the foot of the bed. In a matter of seconds, Cathy felt both women’s hands come to rest on her back just before the two other women began simultaneously massaging her lower back and rear end in unison with Justin’s upward vaginal thrusts.

For the next few minutes, Cathy lost herself in the whirlwind of sensations until her pussy was showing its appreciation by once again lathering Justin’s rigid manhood. The feeling of 20 extra roaming fingers only added to the perfection of the moment. Drunk as she swirled in the abyss of endorphins, Cathy didn’t notice when 10 of those fingers suddenly disappeared from her skin just before Jeri leaned in and whispered into her ear.

“Hold on real tight Cathy,” her friend spoke slowly before extending her hand. “There’s going to be a jolt..just hold on tight to me.”

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A jolt was an understatement, it was more like a nuclear shockwave ripping through Cathy’s crust when Tamra mounted her ass from behind.

“There had to be another man in the room I didn’t see,” Cathy thought to herself when she felt the phallic shaped force invade her virgin anus.

The longer she laid there, impaled already on Justin’s cock, flopping and flailing as another appendage pressed ruthlessly between the crack of her ass, the more Cathy realized it wasn’t another man inside her. Contemplating the softness of the hands braced now on her waist along with the smoothness of the thighs pressing forward against the back of her’s, Cathy felt the naughtiest shiver ever work its way down her twisting spine.

Even though that was the first time anything that substantial had penetrated her rear, Cathy quickly sensed it wasn’t a real cock bearing down on her rectum. Craning her neck enough to steal a quick peek behind her, she could see Tamra kneeling there with an evil grin of intent plastered across her flawless face. The thought of a strap-on phallus had been an X-rated concept Cathy had only heard about in passing, but now it had become very real for the married mother of two.

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Flat on his back beneath the pile of female flesh thrashing above him, Justin calmly extended his legs out allowing Cathy to use his chest like a scratching post as Tamra worked her fake cock deeper one centimenter at a time.

His head swooning feeling Cathy’s vaginal walls flex and fire each time either he or Tamra so much as moved a muscle inside her, Justin leaned forward and whispered into the older woman’s ear.

“Do you want her to stop?” he asked.

“No,” Cathy choked a few breaths later, her body nearly blotted out now by the three people surrounding her.

Despite her best efforts, Tamra could only fit a few inches of her strap-on in Cathy’s behind, but it was more than enough to do the job.

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>From her vantage point beside the threesome on the bed, Jeri couldn’t

help but appreciate the silent sexual chemistry Justin and Tamra had as they reamed Cathy from both ends. In the right light, it almost looked as if some alien lifeform had captured Cathy and had begun breeding her in a way no human could fathom. Sticking her arm into the mass of humanity, it felt like she was reaching her hand inside a funnel cloud as she tenderly massaged Cathy’s pounding temple.

The sensory feast being that close to it all nearly made Jeri’s mouth water. Seeing the way Tamra had caused Cathy’s pink asshole to expand to ungodly proportions, Jeri couldn’t help sneaking her free hand between her own thighs as the scent of Cathy’s freshly fucked pussy wafted up to her with each jackhammering thrust Justin made into her sloshing quim.

Loving the dominate and decisive way Tamra held Cathy by the waist as she took her anal cherry, Jeri could feel her own pussy drowning her fingers knowing she was in the exact same spot a half hour earlier. Seeing Cathy’s facial muscles cringe and crumple each time Tamra reached down and twisted the shaft of her phallus deeper, Jeri was determined to time her self induced orgasm to kırklareli escort the inevitable eruption in front of her.

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Feeling as if she was floating in a pit of fire, Cathy found herself mesmerized by the duel sensations of Tamra’s heavy breasts resting on her back at the same time she rutted against Justin’s chiseled chest below. Any hint of decency or decorum on her part had evaporated long ago. The poised and polished host, the one who spoke to thousands of people at a time on live tv, had been replaced by a screaming and naked shrew who’d willingly given her body to two virile and potent lovers, allowing them both to fill her simultaneously with their special gift. Cathy only hoped she would cum before she passed out.

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Part of Justin wished he could have been a fly on the wall at the moment of Cathy’s release, just to witness how carnal the intertwined foursome looked as they thrashed on the bed. Another part of him was very content however to just lay there and feel Cathy’s pussy convulse and flair like a stoked oven as she pressed her tear-soaked face against his chest.

Reaching his hands up to Cathy’s waist and locking them around Tamra’s already cinched fingers, the pair collectively pushed the naked woman between them past the point of delirium. Feeling the excursion and joy of year’s worth of suppressed want bleeding from Cathy’s lungs each time she screamed, Justin knew the cum stirring in his balls wouldn’t be sheathed for long.

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Losing her tether to consciousness, even though her mind was on the verge of shutting down Cathy’s body continued to grind in overdrive, her crotch working like a paint mixer as she franticly tried milking the two appendages stuffed inside her. Digging her fingernails into the flesh of Justin’s meaty shoulders, Cathy buried her face dead center between Justin’s pecs as he shot his rich and frothy semen deep between the burning hearth of her vaginal walls.

Feeling Tamra lower her full weight down on top of her back as Justin’s manhood gushed inside her, Cathy felt her eyeballs begin to tilt backwards in their sockets when Tamra sadistically began churning the strap-on like a corkscrew into her stretched and pulsing ass.

Within two breaths, everything for Cathy went black.

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It was well after Midnight by the time Cathy finally folded her spent and tattered body into the passenger seat of Jeri’s car for the long drive home. As sore as she was, Cathy knew it was nothing compared to the agony she’d be in the next morning. Thankfully she’d already hatched a plan to tell her Husband and Kids about how much she’d danced the night before during her ‘Girl’s Night Out”.

Cathy knew on some level she’d probably never spend another night like she just had, that all her angst and pent-up need had finally been satiated. Picturing herself as a moth fluttering precariously close to a flame, Cathy felt burnt to a crisp as the fallout of the evening gradually settled like ashes over top of her.

She knew she’d wouldn’t likely cross paths with Tamra again, and even if she did, Cathy cringed knowing she never actually got a good look at the woman who’d so brazenly taken her anal cherry an hour or so earlier. Justin, on the other hand would be another story. Cathy had no clue how she could ever meet gazes with his Mom at work without blushing mightily, knowing the unspeakable truth about her Son and his splendid wares.

Stealing a quick peek over to Jeri as they navigated the deserted streets, Cathy felt flush seeing the twinkle in her friend’s eyes, as if Jeri was filled with pride knowing she was the one who’d given Cathy a night she wouldn’t soon forget.

“Have a good time?” Jeri asked.

All Cathy could do was nod then sigh.

Jeri understood completely.

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It was two months later, and if possible, Cathy Northfield’s life had returned to its bland and predictable routine. It was a typical mid-week, late evening shift on air, and at the end of it was an hour long exercise demo show. Cathy hadn’t given it much thought until right before the airtime when she saw the two models from her voyeuristic soiree several months earlier suddenly walk up to the soundstage just before the light went on. For just a second it felt as if a fist had struck her in the solar plexus.

Cathy surprised herself by how well she handled the internally awkward situation. Somehow she’d made it through the entire hour with barely a blush, wandering eye or even a vocal slip-up as Becky and Kevin worked up a sweat to each side of her. By the time the shift was over and she signed off air for the evening, Cathy truly felt as if she’d turned the corner with the demons that had been torturing her.

Like most declarations of sanity and control however, Cathy may have been a bit premature.

Heading back to her office as she always did after her shift was done, water bottle in one hand and her post-show notes pressed against her chest with the other as she fished for her key, just as Cathy was about to put it in the lock, out of the corner of her eye, she saw Kevin and Becky walking down the far hall, still in their sweaty workout attire.

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Reluctant Cuckold Ch. 01

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Tony sat at the bar taking one last sip of his beer. He decided he wanted out of there. Absolutely nothing going on or at least coming his way. Another wasted night for Tony. This really sucked. He looked at a pretty blonde who was talking to this black guy at the opposite end of the bar. Well, good for them Tony thought. At least he was going to get some fresh pussy tonight.

Tony sat his beer glass down on the bar than tossed a five dollar tip down for the bartender and made his way out of the bar. He got into his car and looked into the rear view mirror before starting the engine. He could see a couple making out in a truck that was parked across the way.

This place had always been known for a good pickup bar but Tony wasn’t having any luck. This was the forth weekend in a roll. God knows how many women he approached, danced with, bought drinks for and so on. Tony just lost his touch when it came to picking up women these days.

He started the engine and drove off making his way back home for the evening. The drive only took about twenty minutes. He turned down his street and saw a white car parked out in front of his house. He pulled into the driveway pushing the garage door opener as he pulled up and into the garage. He got out and looked over at that white car. The engine was running but Tony couldn’t see inside the car. It was almost pitch dark out. Besides, it looked like the windows were tinted.

Tony unlocked the house door as he pushed the down button for the garage door. He turned on the kitchen light. Everything looked the same as when he left it this evening. He started walking toward the master bedroom as he unbuttoned his shirt. He popped the bedroom door open. The bed was still made. Cindy wasn’t home yet.

He tossed his shirt over onto a chair and pulled his pants down. The faint smell of Cindy’s perfume still lingered in the room. After brushing his teeth and taking a piss, Tony splashed his face with cold water and dried it off before crawling into bed.

His dick was semi-hard so he started playing with it making it come to life. He fantasized about that blonde woman at the bar tonight. Tony remembered the red dress she was wearing. She certainly felt good when they danced tonight. After buying her a drink and a short talk, she had somehow ran into that black guy when she made a trip to the ladies room. She never came back. Last time Tony saw her was when he was leaving the bar tonight.

Tony kept stroking his cock making it hard feeling his balls churning with cum. He really needed to cum tonight and was hoping to score with one of the sluts at the bar tonight. He stroked his cock feeling the wetness around the head. Tony wasn’t huge, perhaps a little over six inches in length. Kind of a skinny cock too but Tony never got any complaints. Cindy was always satisfied when they fucked.

God, how long has it been? Three months? He sure wish Cindy were home now. He’s ask her to fuck. Tony kept stroking his cock wondering about Cindy. It couldn’t have been ten seconds when Tony heard the lock on the front door click.

Tony stoked his cock a little longer than stopped and pulled the blanket up to his waist. He positioned himself on the pillow and quietly laid there until Cindy walked into the room. He could barely see her in the dark but heard Cindy kicking her heels off in the corner of the room. Next came the purse which she threw in the chair. The sound of the zipper at the back of her dress could be heard next.

Tony could see her arms twisted back pulling the zipper down. He could see her shadow stepping out of her dress. Tony barely saw her ass wiggle and knew she was lowering her black thong. Tony remembered seeing it out on the chair this evening.

Cindy walked into the bathroom closing the door. Tony heard the light click on in there as he laid quietly on the bed. He could hear the water running at the sink. An idea hit him suddenly as he quickly got out of bed reaching down for that black thong.

Tony put the little garment kilis escort next to his nose and sniffed. His heart was racing as he smelled the thong. It smelled of sex. Perfume mixed with a masculine smell. Damn, Tony thought. He moved his fingers to the crotch area. It was still wet. He put the tip of his nose right into the crotch taking a deep whiff. It was definitely male cum. Tony kept sniffing and squeezed the thong in his hands. He than put the thong back down on the floor and went for the dress next.

He picked it up smelling it in several places. Perfume, that masculine smell and a little masculine smelling cologne. He quickly put the dress back down on the chair but didn’t get any further when the bathroom door opened. Cindy saw Tony standing at the foot of the bed just before she was about to click off the bathroom light. Cindy was still naked.

“Your still awake?”

Tony looked like the cat that just swallowed the bird. “Uh. Yeah. Had to go pee. How was your night?”

Cindy sighed deeply. “Uh….Tired.”

Tony walked closer starring at Cindy in the glow of the bathroom light. Tony stepped past her on his way into the bathroom.

Sandy finally asked. “How was your evening?”

Tony stood in front of the toilet trying to pee again after telling her a lie. “Fine. Kind of hung out at the bar for a while.”

Cindy was still standing in the doorway. Her long blonde hair looked like she had just brushed it. Tony tried not to stare but took a double take when he saw nibble marks around her tits. Tony couldn’t help but comment on them.

“Who is this guy? A vampire?”

Cindy had that look like, what are you talking about until she saw where Tony was starring. She turned to look into the bathroom mirror. “Oh God.” She said as she rubbed the area just above her hard pink nipples.

All Tony could get out was a fee dribbles since he’d peed just before Cindy got home. Still hard and still horny. All Tony could think about was to fuck right now so he quickly grabbed Cindy by the shoulders and twisted her around grabbing her waist putting her ass on the sink counter.

“Tony! What the fuck are you doing….?”

That’s all Cindy got out when Tony pressed his lips against hers and pushed his tongue deep inside her parted lips. She tried backing away at first but let him kiss her fully for a minute or so even kissing him back briefly. Tony finally pulled away leaving Cindy gasping for air.

Still holding onto her waist and trying to catch his breath as well. Tony asked. “You got fucked good didn’t you?”

Cindy shook her head back and forth. “I don’t think that’s any of your business.”

Tony pressed his lips to Cindy’s again. It was turning him on thinking about who his wife was fucking. Cindy was able to move her head a little getting out a short sentence.

“Tony…….That’s enough…….Stop…..”

Tony lowered his face to her tits kissing around her nipples and all around those little red bit marks. He than started kissing his way up toward her neck and soon discovered hickeys on her neck. Tony couldn’t resist kissing and licking her neck and chin area. Cindy was trying to push him away without any lick as Tony worked his lips around covering her lips with his again.

Within moments Cindy finally gave in holding onto Tony’s shoulders as their tongues mingled together.

Things were getting more passionate by the second as Tony lowered his lips to one of her pink hard nipples and began sucking and biting the tiny hard orb with his teeth. Cindy cupped the back of Tony’s head enjoying his mouth on her breast.

She rubbed her hand around playing with his hair as he moved from one tit to the other leaving a wet trial in between. Tony than lifted Cindy’s legs as she arched her back placing her hands directly behind her as Tony lifted her ass and dropped to his knees. He dove his face between her open smooth thighs taking in the smell of recent sex which was driving him more kırıkkale escort insane.

Tony began pushing his tongue between Cindy’s pink pussy lips tasting her sex and what Tony thought was male cum. Cindy held one hand on the back of his head still propping herself up with the other hand behind her back.

“Oh God Tony….Your tongue feels hot….”

Tony licked and sucked trying to absorb as much of the creamy nectar he could. It didn’t matter if he was licking and eating another man’s sperm right now. He was too horny to even think about what he was doing.

A few minutes perhaps and Tony stopped pulling his underwear down his legs.

He positioned himself between Cindy’s legs pressing the head of his cock between her wet pink pussy lips. They looked rather puffy already but that only drove Tony more insane as he pushed forward slicing into her wet waiting pussy.

Cindy felt hot and wet. It wasn’t until he got fully inside her when he realized she felt more loose than usual. Cindy was always tight for him but her pussy felt like she’d just had a baby. Tony started to fuck her anyway ramming his cock in and out of her like a jack rabbit in heat.

Cindy put her hands on Tony’s shoulders. Although she sat with her mouth wide open enjoying the fuck Tony was giving her. Tony could tell it wasn’t the same for her but continued pushing in and out of her wet pussy anyway. White foam started to form around his cock. Tony figured it was a mixture of her lovers cum and Cindy’s cum.

“Can you cum?” Tony asked.

Cindy was breathing heavy with her eyes closed as she replied. “I don’t think I can……So tired……”

That was her excuse. Tony wasn’t buying it but he kept fucking Cindy until he came sending his cum as far up inside her as he possibly could.

Cindy didn’t cum. It seemed as if she was just giving him the pleasure of allowing him to cum tonight. Perhaps she could sense Tony was horny and didn’t have any luck tonight. She was just doing him a favor.

Tony backed away allowing Cindy’s legs to drop down so she stood up allowing his cum to fall down to the floor with a plop.

Tony walked back to bed while Cindy cleaned up a little and soon joined him. It had been four months since they decided to have an open relationship. They weren’t getting along too well and it all started with the subject of having children. It was Tony’s fault they couldn’t have any and he blamed himself.

Arguments arouse into shouting matches and one day they decided to take a break from their marriage. At least in a sense of a normal marriage. They still were in love but things weren’t the same right now. Tony knew Cindy had been seeing someone. He’s spotted the birth control pills about two weeks ago when she left her purse wide open in the kitchen. He remembered the way he felt that day. Kind of made his heart drop and skip a beat but at the same time it aroused him to make his dick get hard knowing Cindy bought those pills to have sex with another man.

He never confronted her about them nor did he ask any questions about the person she was seeing. He wanted to know now and planned to ask her as he waited for the bathroom light to go out. Cindy crawled into bed along side him. Tony didn’t waste a second before putting his hand over onto Cindy’s pussy mound. He took his fingers and pulled on her inner thigh trying to move her legs apart just enough to poke a finer into her wet pussy slit.

“Ouch……Not so rough Tony. I’m sore down there.”

Tony responded. “Gosh baby, how big is this guy your going out with?”

Cindy half moaned trying to pretend she was too tired to answer his question. “I don’t know…..”

Tony wasn’t that observant tonight when she first came home other than noticing the wet thong and the smell of her dress but he could tell she was drinking tonight from the smell of her breath. A light bulb just lit in Tony’s head. Cindy’s pussy was shaved smooth. She hadn’t done that since kırklareli escort the first couple years they were married. Tony decided to ask questions. He knew Cindy always talked the most when she had been drinking.

“So baby. What’s this guys name anyway?”

“Dan.” Cindy replied in a low voice.

“Do I know him?”

“I don’t think so?” Cindy sighed.

Tony was still poking his finger between her pussy lips only being real gentle in doing so. He poked the tip of his finger against her clit making her body tense up.

“Feel good baby?”

“Yes but I’m so sore there…”

“I’ll be gentle. I promise.” Tony kept playing with her clit getting more response from her body. She was actually squirming around a little as he gently played with her clit.

“Did he fuck you more than once tonight.”

In a light moan like sound Cindy replied softly. “Yes……”

Tony was getting hard and wanted to know more.

“How does he fuck you? Do you ride him or does he get on top?”

“Both ” Cindy purred and added “Dan likes doggy style too.” She giggled taking a deep breath as Tony played with her clit and added more. “Dan likes to see my tits swing back and forth when he fucks me doggy.”

“That sounds so hot baby, I can almost see you pushing your sweet little ass back against him.. Tell me more about Dan baby. How tall is he?”

Cindy moaned as Tony kept playing with her clit. She replied softly. “He’s tall…..Six-Seven. He’s really muscular. Very strong.”

In almost a trance like she were sleep talking Cindy added with a giggle and a low sexy voice. “Dan held me up and bounced me on his cock.”

This was driving Tony crazy. “Sounds so hot the way you tell me baby. He’s got to be hung pretty big isn’t he?”

Cindy moaned as Tony kept working on her clit. He wanted to know how big this guy was she was fucking and she was just about ready to tell him he thought.

“Oh….That feels Good…….” Cindy put her hand down over Tony’s pushing his fingers more tight around her pussy.

“How big do you think he is baby?”

Cindy purred. “Big…..Thick…..”

Tony egged her on. “You think he’s eight inches?”

“Bigger.” Cindy purred

Tony replied. “Nine maybe?”

“Oh God that feels so good. Keep rubbing my clit like that.”

Tony’s fingers were getting wet from Cindy’s pussy. She was dripping now as he played with her clit. He still wanted to know the size of her lovers cock.

“How big is he baby. Tell me.”

Cindy was arching her back now ready to cum but she finally gave Tony his answer.

“Over ten inches and as thick as my wrist. I know because I compared my wrist to his cock.”

Tony went off when he heard Cindy’s reply. He almost popped his nuts trying to imagine a guy that big fucking his wife. No wonder she felt so loose tonight. Cindy always loved it when he licked her pussy to make her cum so he quickly crawled up between her legs and started working his tongue on her pussy.

“Oh God your so good with your tongue Tony. You do it the best.” Tony skillfully worked his tongue on her pussy working the tip of his tongue on her clitoris. He knew what she liked orally even though it has been months since he did oral with her.

Cindy came good and hard against his face kicking her legs out high in the air as she came. She let out a loud scream at the same time. Tony figured she was fantasizing about this guy named Dan. Tony made her cum one more time before Cindy lay there totally exhausted and limp as a dead fish.

Tony was hoping they could fuck again but Cindy fell asleep almost instantly after the second orgasm. He at least got Cindy to talk a little about her lovers vitals. He laid his head on his pillow thinking about how aroused he got listening to Cindy answer his questions.

He’s love to watch them fuck. He started wondering about the relationship he had with Cindy. He loved this woman so much but it turned him on listening to her talk about fucking another man. He knew all about these things from reading stories on the internet. Could he be a cuckold? All sorts of things entered his head. Was Cindy in love with this guy or was he just fulfilling her sexual needs? Tony had all sorts of thoughts going through his mind. Took him an hour to fall asleep.

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Thanks for coming back for the third chapter of this story. For those who are just discovering David and his ladies, you may want to get caught up before you go ahead. The first chapter, Monica, is in the Erotic Couplings category. Chapter two, with Monica’s mother Karly, can be found in the Mature listing.

Please enjoy this one, and let me know what you think.

Thanks for reading.

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Life as Monica’s boy and Karly’s toy settled into a routine. I don’t mean that in a negative way. They were both full of surprises, exciting, and lots of fun in the sack.

What I mean is that I was spending a lot of time at the Pudzianowski household. Monica and I would meet up, go out for a movie, or a meal….whatever….then end up back at the house, in her bed. Several times we walked in right past Karly, which felt a bit strange. She would just smile, lick her finger, and mark another ‘one’ on her imaginary scoreboard. That meant I owed her another one, and the debt was growing.

I really expected to end up the meat in a well endowed, dirty-blonde sandwich. In fact, I was looking forward to it, but it never materialized. Instead, I woke up a few times with Karly’s lips on mine, or better yet, on my dick. Then she’d spirit me away to her bed, and show me that experience was a wonderful thing. My god, that woman could fuck. She was insatiable, and after spending a few hours pleasing her, I would often wake up to the dawn. My apartment was rapidly becoming the place I went to change clothes, and little more.

***

“Hello, David.”

“Hello Karly,” I replied. I talked to her quite often now, daily, if not more. Most of the calls were pretty straight forward…’I’m horny, when are you coming over to fuck me?’….or words to that general effect. Occasionally, she’d just tease me by describing what she wasn’t wearing, but that was not really necessary, as her body was indelibly etched, in all its luscious, buxom detail, into my memory, as was her daughter’s. I wondered what she was up to today. Maybe I should take the lead. “What are you wearing?”

“Nothing,” she laughed, “but that’s not why I’m calling today. I have an idea I’d like to run past you, if that’s alright?”

It was unusual for her to be so serious, and so….polite. She was usually very direct, and told me what was going on. For her to ask me for my opinion only made me more curious.

“Yeah….sure. What’s up?” I asked.

“Well, you live with some roommates, right?” she asked, “and you pay rent?”

“Yep, rent, part of the utilities and groceries, too,” I answered. “Why?”

“I’ll get to that. Are you committed to those guys?” she continued. “Will they miss you?”

“No. They’ll just find someone else for my room. Karly, tell me what you’re thinking, please?”

“Wanna move in with us?” she cooed. “You’re here most of the time anyway.”

Ah, there’s the Karly I know. Straight up and direct.

“Um, where is this coming from?” I replied

“The offer is from me,” she said, “but it’s not just to get you into my bed. I’m thinking practically, as well. I have things I need done around the house, that I’m paying someone else to do. You know….man things, other than those of a horizontal nature. I’d rather pay you. Living here would save you money, and we’d both love to have you here. Seriously, David….I have the room. What do you say?”

It was quite the tempting offer. Save money, make more money, live in a much, much nicer place….and get even more access to the considerable charms of both my ladies. Well, when you put it that way….

“Okay, I’m in,” I said calmly.

“Ooooooo, goodie, goodie!” she giggled, “Monica will be so happy.”

“I’ll bring some stuff over later today, if you want,” I said, already liking the idea of upgrading my roommates to include the two lovely ladies.

“Good,” she purred, her voice reverting to her usual smokey tone. Business was concluded, now down to the more important stuff. “I’ll keep my pussy all ready for you. We can celebrate together.”

‘Celebrate’. Yeah, that’s my Karly. I’m sure she was planning to ‘celebrate’ me unconscious.

I’d better go pack.

***

I don’t know what you imagine having two highly sexed, incredibly beautiful women as roommates would be like. I hadn’t really given it a lot of thought myself, in advance of it coming to fruition. If you think it would be nothing but non-stop sex in one bedroom or another, you’d be wrong.

There was also the kitchen, dining room, living room, several bathrooms, and even a closet. Outside, there was the deck, and the grassy backyard. I was beginning to think I should have kept my old room as well, just to have someplace to go to rest. They were killing me.

It wasn’t all fucking and blowjobs, of course. I did have a list of chores that needed my attention, and it wasn’t a terribly long list. I started to welcome my chore time, as it was always less tiring erzincan escort than playing sex-test dummy with the ladies. Not complaining. Just saying that the two of them were more than a match for me.

Most nights, I slept with Monica. She was getting pretty attached to me, at least outside of home. She made it very clear that I was spoken for, whenever we interacted with friends, and I felt the same way. She really was a wonderful woman, everything a man could want, and then some.

At home, though, I was community property, and Karly didn’t need to ask if she wanted to borrow me. It was generally first cum, first served, if you’ll pardon the pun. If Monica had early classes, I would usually sleep in Karly’s room, so she could sleep without interruption, and I couldn’t. Karly didn’t believe in sleeping away good fucking time, at least, not until she was exhausted.

***

Monica walked into ‘my’ room, smiling as usual. She was fresh out of the shower, towelling her hair, and clad in a sexy little robe. Her motions caused her boobs to jiggle, and my eyes were drawn to it. She caught me ogling her, not that it wasn’t the general idea of her presence.

“Hey baby. What’s on your schedule for today?” she asked, cheerfully.

“Well,” I answered, “I guess that depends on the weather. I had a few things to do outside, but….” I gestured to the window, where rain was pelting down amid the grey skies. “I guess I’m on rain delay.”

“Hmmmm. What to do?” she giggled, tossing the towel aside. She undid the sash on her robe, and I knew my study time was over, for now.

It really didn’t matter how many times I had been with her….her naked body in my arms….she always had my complete attention when she removed whatever she was wearing. She just had that kind of attraction to me.

Monica knelt on the foot of the bed, and started a cat-like crawl toward me. The weight of her breasts pushed her robe open, and I watched them sway enticingly, until she pressed them into my face. She was warm, fragrant, soft, and perfect. I nuzzled into her welcoming cleavage, feeling the firm globes surround my face. I nibbled on her erect nipples, suckling them gently.

“That’s nice, baby,” she purred, caressing my crotch with her hand. I kept grazing on her stiff pink buds, and she kept palming the bulge that was growing quickly, until she finally tugged the waistband of my shorts down, and extracted my penis, stroking it firmly. “Oh yes, that’s my big boy. Let’s put this thing to good use, shall we?”

She smoothly raised up, threw her leg over my hips, and dropped her already well lubricated pussy over the head of my cock, wiggling her pelvis rhythmically as she impaled herself.

“Oh, that’s so fucking good,” she grunted. I was still moored to her breast, and moaned softly at the incredible sensation of her warm, snug walls gripping the length of my dick. She rose and fell in a slow, sensuous cycle, tensing and relaxing her well exercised kegal muscles, something she knew drove me crazy. I released her nipple.

“Oh my god, Mon….you know what that does to me,” I whispered, laying back to enjoy the ride.

“Yes, I do,” she giggled, leaning down to give me a passionate kiss. “I love that I can get to you that way. It makes me feel warm inside.” Her feelings were showing.

“So that’s the source of the heat!” I joked, happily accepting another kiss from her succulent lips. The robe finally fell away completely, cascading like water from her shoulders. She laid flat against my chest, and rolled over, pulling me on top of her with ease.

“Come on, baby….fuck me like I’m a rental,” she moaned. “Do me hard! Use me for your own pleasure.”

Well, if you insist, my dear.

I hooked my arms under he legs, spread her wide, and leaned into her. Monica yelped in surprise, but smiled at me.

“Yeah, baby,” she growled, “stuff that big cock into my little pussy so deep!”

I fucked her, pounding that pussy into submission….screwing her like I was paying by the minute, and wanted to get myself off before I ran out of money. In this position, I could watch her body as it absorbed the fury of my assault. My favourite part….two actually….of the view, was her breasts, of course. They wibbled, wobbled, shook and bounced in three dimensions, like watching jello in an earthquake.

She was squealing, sharp little ‘eeps’ and ‘oooos’ that told me she was having nearly as much fun as I was. The squeals became screams, as a bright flush erupted across her face, neck and chest, and she came. The echoes of her joyful shrieks hadn’t even died out when I joined her, pumping a huge load of hot cum into her cunt. She gasped, and smiled, caressing my back as I grunted through the spasms.

“Good boy,” she cooed. “That was exactly what I needed….a very intense quickie.”

“It was fun to watch, too,” Karly quipped from the doorway, “especially from this angle.”

I rolled erzurum escort off Monica, and looked at her Mother, leaning against the door jamb, with her arms crossed over her huge chest. She winked at me. I smiled back.

“You really do have a nice ass, for a guy,” she laughed. “It looks yummy bouncing up and down like that, flexing while you fuck my little girl’s pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever heard her make noises quite like that. Maybe you can make me sound like that, later today?”

After I have a nap, I thought, curling up, and feeling the warm, fuzzy feeling surround me.

***

It was a Tuesday morning, I think, not long after I had moved in. I was in the kitchen, resting back against the counter, drinking my morning coffee, when Monica breezed in.

“Morning, baby,” she said cheerily, almost singing the words. She leaned in and gave me a quick peck on the lips, patting her Mother’s head. “Good morning to you too, Mom.”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Karly replied.

I feel like I’m leaving something out here…. Oh yeah, now I remember. Did I mention that Karly was naked, on her knees, and giving me a rousing good morning in her own way?

She bobbed her head a few more times, then pulled back. Her hand pumped my slick shaft while she spoke, and a thick, viscous string of saliva connected her lower lip to the head of my dick, until it snapped, and hung off her chin.

“Do you want some, honey?” she said softly to her daughter, holding my cock angled in Monica’s direction. “I think he’s about ready to pop!”

She was right about that. Before Monica came in, Karly had been using all her considerable cocksucking skills on me for about ten minutes. I was so close to cumming, I was shaking.

“Thanks for the offer Mom,” Monica laughed, “but I’ll leave it for you. I had plenty of it last night, and it was wonderful,” she continued, her tone softening, the words directed at me. Her eyes sparkled. She leaned in for another kiss, this one more substantial than the previous quick greeting. “Besides, I shouldn’t go to class with cum on my breath. Someone might get the wrong idea.” She winked, and wiggled her ass at me as she left.

“Bye stud….bye Mom!” she called over her shoulder. “Don’t make him late for class, and don’t wear him out….I’m sure I’ll want some when I get home!”

“Have a good day, baby,” I called back. Karly’s response was muted by the presence of my cock, wedged deep down her throat.

I was looking down at this beautiful woman as she swallowed my shaft, and she stared back up at me with her smokey blue eyes. She searched out my hands, first one, then the other, placing them atop her head, which she had previously led me to believe she didn’t like. Once my hands were in place, she dropped hers to her sides, submitting to my use.

I began to fuck her face, gently at first, then, as I felt the inevitable explosion approaching, a bit harder. Karly was snorting, quick, sharp breaths timed to be taken when my cock wasn’t filling her throat. She was also moaning loudly, urging me on, welcoming the surge of spunk that was now mere seconds away. One last thrust into her mouth, and I held her head tight, lips tangled in my pubes.

I came. Oh boy, did I cum. Blast after exquisite blast of hot semen ricocheted down her throat, as I emptied my balls, and she just gulped it all happily, humming that little tune like she had our first day in the shower. When I was finished, only then did she reluctantly release her suction, letting my slowly softening rod, slip from her mouth, and taking a well deserved breath.

Speaking of well deserved breaths, I was taking a few myself, trying to catch up. I looked down, and Pudzianowski Cum Slut, version 1.0, was still happily cleaning my dick of all residual sperm. She was finally satisfied with her task, and stood up with a smile.

“I was going to have yogurt for breakfast, but yourgurt is much more my style!” she giggled. “I’m going back to bed. Hint, hint.”

I had a little over two hours left before I had to be in my class. It would take me twenty minutes to get there. Add ten minutes for a shower. That left about ninety minutes to enjoy the pleasure of Karly’s company. That should be long enough to make her toes curl a couple of times.

I followed, like an obedient puppy, in her wake as she turned to go up to her bedroom. I know I just blew my wad down her throat, but watching her magnificent ass from close range, as she strode up the stairs, was making my dick twitch back to life.

A product of her stringent exercise program, Karly’s behind was the most perfectly formed piece of feminine pulchritude it had ever been my pleasure to meet in person. Supple, yet firm, it had been sculpted over a lifetime of bike riding, karate, jeet kune do, and jiu jitsu. Of course, since she knew I was right behind her, and was most certainly paying attention, she took every opportunity to shake it for my entertainment. Swinging eskişehir escort her hips wide, she giggled teasingly with each step. I placed a hand on each of her hips, caressing her cheeks, and her giggles transformed into growling moans of encouragement. By the time we staggered, in each other’s arms, into her bedroom, my cock was standing at attention again, ready to plunge into her juicy cunt. I know it was juicy, because I had two fingers wriggling about inside it.

“Come on baby,” she groaned, slipping out of my grasp, and laying back on the bed. “I’m ready. Just get to it. Fuck me. Now.”

Like I said before….straight up and direct. Karly was nothing if not confident.

I joined her on the bed, and she reached down to help my prick navigate into her pussy as I positioned myself atop her.

“Son of a bitch!” she grunted, as I pressed fully into her with one smooth thrust, stretching her hot cunt wide open. “I still can’t believe that monster fits in my little girl’s vagina.” She smiled, and gave me a soft kiss. “I guess she’s not so little anymore, is she?”

“Not the last time I checked,” I laughed, beginning a gentle rhythm of strokes into her. The ‘last time I checked’ Monica was last night, a fact I’m quite sure Karly was fully aware of, as volume control was not a priority in Monica’s mind, or her bed. Some cowgirl, missionary, doggie, and a few other positions I didn’t have names for had brought about five shrieking orgasms for her, and one big one for me, which Monica had swallowed with ease. “I imagine you heard us last night. Did we wake you?”

“No,” she breathed, absorbing my thrusts happily. “I actually find the sound of you two making love relaxing. I’m glad she has someone who can satisfy her. After I get myself off a few times from listening to you, I sleep like a baby. This is better, though,” she grinned, wiggling her hips under me.

I always figured Karly’s fingers were busy between her legs, when we were busy in the other room. Hearing it straight from her was strangely exciting, and I started to pound down into her a bit harder.

“Oh yeah, baby…..give it to me harder! Fuck me with that big fucking cock!” Her eyes locked onto mine, the cool blue colour a stark contrast to the fire behind them. “Make me cum, lover. I need it!” Like a junkie needs a fix.

She displayed her remarkable flexibility, deftly swinging her legs open wider, then up, to rest her calves on my shoulders. It gave me another half inch of penetration, and made her lose her mind. She started screaming, and I felt her pussy ripple and clutch at the length of my shaft. I kept drilling her furiously, and she screeched even louder, clawing at my backside as she urged me on.

“Fuck! Faster!….. Cumming….. Ahhhhhhhhhhnnnn!” she gasped. Her cunt became like a soaking sponge, squishing juices out around my dick with each stroke. She felt wonderful, of course, but watching her cum was enough to push me to the edge.

“Where?” I growled. Her eyes opened wide, and she smiled.

“Fill me up, stud!” she groaned, grabbing my ass through the last few frantic jabs that preceded my release. “Ah, yes…..such nice, hot cum,” she breathed, while I grunted and pumped the contents of my balls into her.

Her legs slid off my shoulders, and she wrapped them around my waist, pulling me closer, and cooing softly in my ear. “That’s it, baby. Fill my happy pussy with your nice warm spunk. Thank you so much. That was wonderful.”

When someone as beautiful and sexy as she was thanks you for doing something that, truth be told, you did as much for your own gratification as any other reason….it’s a pretty big ego boost.

I rolled off, laying spent beside Karly’s sweaty form. I closed my eyes, listening to her licking her fingers as she dipped them into her gooey, overflowing pussy and transferred the contents to her hungry mouth

“You know,” she whispered, after a few mouthfuls, “I love the taste of your jizz, by itself, but add a bit of my own juice for seasoning, and it’s the best ever.”

“Glad I can be your supplier,” I laughed. “Now, I need a shower, and to get to school. Thanks for the memorable morning, honey.”

Memorable. Yeah, good luck concentrating in class after that.

***

It was a Saturday afternoon. I was out in the backyard, cutting the grass, and sweating under the hot sun. Everything that made the yard perfect for casual football games…. big, flat and open….made it hell to take care of. No trees for shade, except for a few around the back corners, it was an oven, and it was my job to keep it cut. Because it was so open, it would get baked out if it wasn’t watered often, which the built in sprinkler system took care of, but that also meant it grew like crazy.

I was cursing the heat, walking the long straight lines behind the mower, headed away from the house. I got to the back fence, did the turn, and set sail toward the front. I saw some movement at the sliding glass doors that opened onto the deck, and focused on it. It took me a few seconds to penetrate the glare and identify what it was.

Karly was standing in the doorway, naked, holding a razor and can of shave cream. She wagged them at me playfully. I killed the mower, and walked up onto the deck, sliding the door aside.

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Sheila’s Adventures in Adult Videos Ch. 04

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Sheila didn’t want to publish this story under her own Lit name, so I let her post it under my account. I hope you enjoy her story, and if you have comments I’ll make sure she gets them. I told my view of her early ‘movie career’ in my recounting under Sisters, Friends, and Lovers – Chapter 23. Enjoy her account; this has a lot more details than my reporting, plus she takes the story into later events I didn’t write about. There’s a lot more about Sheila in both this story and my accounting so read SFL too (excuse the plug for my own work). Here’s her story just as she wrote it (and I edited it). As usual it helps to read the chapters in order. Regards, Steve.

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We had quite an evening after we got back from dinner. Wes and Ted tried to satisfy Em, Ann, Maryanne, and me. The boys liked the ratio, and the girls liked the results. The girls decided that if they couldn’t get a cock in the right place, the extra girls would put on a show for everyone else. Thus, I found myself fisting Maryanne again, only this time she’d already been fucked and had a full load of hot cum in her pussy from Wes.

I got Maryanne to the point where she was popping off a significant orgasm every couple of minutes, and that’s when I went to work on her A-spot. She kept moaning, “I can’t believe I’m such a slut; I’m sooooo happy,” over and over again with a upbeat tone to her groaning ramblings.

Maryanne started to writhe, thrash, squirm, and rotate her body around my wrist and hand, and while that proved to be a show of its own, the more significant part of our interaction was the dirty talk she then launched into – actually it was talk interspersed with gasps, sighs, and moans indicating great sexual satisfaction.

“Oh, fuck, Sheila. Your hand feels so good in there – you’re hitting all my spots, all the spots that even a big cock doesn’t touch. You keep making me cum, and I know I’m flooding you with my sex juice. I love to taste it, especially on your lips when you kiss me, for then I know you had been eating me. This is so nasty, your fist in my cunt. I love being a slut. I wish you had a foot-long cock I could suck and fuck to make you happy. Oh, fuck me some more.”

I started to stroke her A-spot, and that’s when Maryanne came unglued. Less than a minute passed between the time I started to stroke there and when she exploded into what may have been the most intense climax of her life up to that point.

“OH, JEEESSSSUUUUSSS. FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEE.” Maryanne screamed. There was no doubt it was a scream of passion and pleasure, a point we all appreciated because we were outside on the patio and I was sure that the sound traveled at least far enough to reach the neighboring houses, and probably the police station five miles away.

I slowed down but kept stroking away inside her twat, at least until she finally grabbed ahold of my wrist and slowly pulled my hand from her body. “Oh, God, Sheila. I can’t take anymore. You … you’re the devil and an angel all in one. I love you, but you’ve got to stop and let me recover.” She kept muttering about ‘God’ and ‘Slut’ after that. I had a brief thought about what fundamentalists would think about her linking the terms together in the same sentence.

We lay there and I held her for a while. Ann came over, “What’d you do to her? I want some of that too. Can you show me?”

I got a devilish smile and stroked the chaise next to me. Ann lay down, and we started to make out, and it wasn’t too much longer before another scream echoed down from the LA hills.

* * * * *

There’s a highly satisfying feeling about going to work with that freshly fucked feeling. As a woman, you know you’re desirable, loved, cared for, and might even feel a little slutty in a good way.

Even more satisfying, is when the job you are going to involves getting fucked even more, with the potential for new and exciting partners, satisfying exhibitionism, still more orgasms, and exceptionally pleasing sex.

Thursday morning, we arrived at Wes’ office. He was driving the Jag, and Em and I were wedged into the passenger seat with the seatbelt around both of us. We were dressed more formally – for an office meeting, but this was the way he wanted us to appear as we started the film.

Wes had an office on the second floor of an old Hollywood building circa 1940s only a couple of blocks off Rodeo Drive. He had the entire floor, with one large room full of computers, large screen televisions and computer displays, and mixing boards. A Nashville studio might envy just the sound equipment he had. That day a room and the hallway down the hall from the editing studio had been upgraded to look like the boardroom and outer secretarial quarters of a billion-dollar a year executive.

Em and I were to have various roles as the day went on and Wes filmed us in a series of short ‘office’ clips. We were going to take turns playing the secretary-who-gets-seduced, hatay escort the female executive who dominates over some macho men, and the office girl who just has to jill off thinking about her date the night before – until she gets caught by her boss who then lays the pipe to her.

Nancy, our make up friend, did her wonder on us, making us look like strong, professional women. I got to thinking that this was how I dressed all the time when I went to work at the museum. I’d have to pay a little more attention to my make up after this, as Nancy showed me a few things I hadn’t realized about how to make myself look more desirable.

There wasn’t a whole lot of imagination required to carry out the roles. The cameras started rolling about ten o’clock and the video shoot for each segment ran about an hour. Wes had lined up six men to appear with us, and they were all dressed in business suits, rep ties, and loafers with tassels that looked really upscale – very Wall Street.

Em started, and soon was coerced by Cal – her stud, to go into the boardroom for a quickie. After that, as I was learning, it was formula. She sucked him for a while, he ate her and fingered her a lot as they worked off each other’s clothing, and then she rode him cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggie, prone, and then missionary with a money shot or cream pie at the end. I watched from the sidelines, and Em was a good actress and gave a credible performance. Wes’ praised her work after the camera stopped rolling, and it was my turn to do something similar with Kurt – the man rapidly becoming my onscreen boyfriend.

We broke for lunch, and then did several more scenes, one on the secretary’s desk just outside the boardroom. Wes allowed Emmy and me to do some sapphic loving on the boardroom table late in the day. Since the two of us were sort of in love, we put a lot of emotion into it, and Wes said it showed on film.

Much to our surprise and after pleading with Wes, Maryanne joined us as a third ‘secretary’ in the typing pool who just wanted to get off with the other girls. Em and I turned her every which way but loose when we had the opportunity.

We ended the day when Em, Maryanne, and I took on Cal, Kurt, Ryan, and the other three men in a beautiful swinging orgy scene where we each got to fuck each man. I felt certain that boardroom table had never seen such hot action. By that time I’d found a path to orgasm heaven, so I kept having real orgasms right on camera much to Ann’s delight as she videoed each one of them with each of the men.

When we ended we three girls were snowballing cum with one another, and we were dripping cum from our pussies that Ted captured in a rare video showing three drippy pussies as we kissed each other with some of the same fluids.

After we broke, Wes, the three of us girls, and hunky Kurt and Ryan went to dinner. We had returned to our dressy clothes so were a pretty chic group, although none of the women wore panties or bras. We all flirted outrageously with each other, did a lot of illicit touching throughout the meal that consequently included a heavy dose of laughter. Many of the other diners near us watched our group, and some also caught the spirit of happiness and joy and horniness surrounding us.

The six of us went back to Wes’ house where he declared he had a surprise for Maryanne. He went into the grand room and popped a DVD into the player and up on the large screen came the lesbian scene of the late afternoon starting just at the point where Maryanne joined Em and me, and we went to work on her sexy voluptuous body.

The filming was a raw and unedited, but it was sexy and arousing as all get out. Maryanne blushed a bright scarlet color, but liked the movie.

Wes said to her, “You know, I’d like to use that if you’re willing to give me permission. You are a good little porn star, as well as a great assistant. What do you say?”

Maryanne hemmed and hawed for bit, but said she sign off the next day. I could tell she was a little worried about her parents or others she cared about finding out about her sudden new career. I made a note to talk to her about how I’d been outed and coped with it back east almost a year earlier.

We paired up for the evening, Ryan with Em, Kurt with Maryanne, and Wes with me. Maryanne looked worried about going off with Kurt, but I heard him promise he’d be gentle with her. When you have a schlong about ten inches long and as big around as your partner’s wrist, it tends to strike fear into the hearts of those who haven’t tried it yet. As expected, Maryanne looked exceptionally satisfied the next morning.

* * * * *

Friday, when we got up, Wes announced that the ‘studio’ would be coming to us that morning. Just after breakfast, a large and expensive RV pulled up in front of the house. Inside were Ted, Ann, Jon, Bert – a lighting and staging guy, Nancy – our makeup artist, Mike and Brad – two actors, and ığdır escort a man named Pete who drove the rig. It was crowded, particularly after Wes, Em, Maryanne, and I got into the motorhome. (Kurt and Ryan had left for their normal jobs.)

Wes had seen the unit before, and had previously decided that all the prep on us and equipment would be in the one bedroom at the back of the unit, and all the filming would be done in the mid-section or living room area, or even further forward nearer the driver.

Based on what I heard, Ted and Ann had already worked out filming patterns, and Jon had planted microphones around the RV feeding into a multi-channel recorder; he wouldn’t be using a boom mic in the close quarters. Bert had set various lights around inside, many indirect so even if a camera scanned across them it wouldn’t white out the video.

With that as prelude, Wes laid out the plot. “We are going to a nearby shopping center. Em and Sheila will somehow start talking to the ‘guys’ running the RV, and will be invited to take a little ride. One thing will lead to another, and they’ll end up riding around and fucking like bunnies. There isn’t much mystery to it, but I want it to have a more erotic feel to it than some of the other RV porn out there. I also want it to look more like everyone is falling in love with everyone else. Thus, I want to use some high contrast scenes, have you guys be more loving and tender, engage in a lot more kissing and hugging, and be a lot more sensuous and slow in your movement as you get into the sex. Take it slow and sexy.”

He’d no sooner finished giving us directions when the motorhome came to a stop. I looked out and we were in a shopping center parking lot with dozens of cars all around us, and shoppers heading into the nearby mall.

We got into the back of the RV and peaked through a curtain as Ted and Ann filmed Pete, Mike and Brad looking out a window and trying to pick girls they wanted to ride around with for the day – even girls they’d like to start something serious with. It wasn’t the macho, testosterone, chest-thumping discussion I’d heard other men have in other films. This was more measured and sincere – the inner men talking to one another.

Em and I then went outside, and we were filmed from inside the RV as we walked from what looked like our car towards the mall. I studied the RV and noticed that the tinted windows prevented a blatant display of what was going on inside at a casual glance, but nonetheless a careful observer could eventually make out what was happening. I tucked that away for future use.

Mike and Brad came thundering out of the RV, and struck up a conversation with us. Ted and Ann were right there filming. We had a relaxed conversation, expressed curiosity about the RV, and got invited inside for a tour and a cup of coffee. We were all dressed very nicely, and were obviously flirting with each other, although no obvious pairing had taken place yet.

The cameras followed us into the RV where we met Pete, the driver. Mike asked, “Would you like to drive around as we talk? I promise we’ll bring you right back here when you want.”

We agreed to that easy request, and off we went.

Brad produced a couple of cups of coffee, as well as a couple of muffins. We sat and talked and flirted. Eventually, Brad who sat next to Em teased her into a kiss. It was a hot kiss that got hotter with each passing second. That kiss led to Mike and I kissing up a storm too, and then Brad and I were kissing while Mike and Em made out. Things escalated from there.

Bit by bit, things got more passionate. Wes would occasionally utter an instruction or two about the action, poses, dialogue, and such, and we’d pause for a moment and then re-do that part of the scene. Close by, and I mean right outside the windows of the RV, we looked down on the tops of cars on some freeway as we headed north.

With a lot of care and romance, Em and I gave parallel blowjobs on Mike and Brad. Partway through the scene, we switched partners. We were topless at that point, but Em’s skirt had been hiked up to her waist and only her thong seemed to show.

After many minutes of filming the blowjobs, we switched around so that the two men were eating Em and me. They swapped around too, changing partners a couple of times for the camera, and even joining together to do each one of us simultaneously. Em and I lay back next to each other holding hands and kissing each other, as our pussies got pleasured. Mike was incrementally better than Brad, and sure knew how to use his fingers and tongue to excite my clit. He kept giving me little orgasms.

Eventually, the two men removed the remaining one or two items of clothing we each had on, and then we started fucking as we hummed along the highway. The quarters were tight, but that made filming more a challenge for Ted and Ann than for us.

While we started in a sort of missionary way ısparta escort as we lay side-by-side on a built-in sofa, we switched to the women on top of the men, one cowgirl, and Em reverse cowgirl.

We were bouncing along fucking like that when I got quite a surprise. I looked out the window and only about six or seven feet away was a large semi-trailer truck, with the driver and a passenger. They were both watching me ride Mike in the cowgirl position facing the window. My boobs were flailing around as I bounced on top of him. The passenger gave me a big smile and thumbs up sign. I didn’t break stride, but I did smile at them and shook my boobies at them. Ann captured the moment on film.

The truck tried to pace us for a long time, so they got to watch us performing and fucking up a storm for about five minutes. At that point, Pete got worried about them weaving into us, so he slowed way down and got in the right lane for a while. The semi pulled away, and kept heading north after giving us a couple of loud blasts of their air horn.

After we’d been messing around for a couple of hours, Wes declared a break in the action. He and Pete talked briefly, and the next thing I knew we pulled off the highway and into a Cracker Barrel restaurant with dozens of rocking chairs lined up in front of the place on the porch. There were two other RVs at the place too. We dressed and went into the place for lunch.

We were seated at two large tables, and Wes invited critiques from everyone about the filming so far. He also had a list of suggestions of things to try in the afternoon as we turned around and headed south.

Because we wanted to stay outside of LA County because of the Condom Law that required porn actors to wear condoms while we wanted to go bareback, we opted to drive north for another hour before turning around.

Em, Mike, Brad, and I quickly got back into the mood as we got underway after lunch. We were kissing and making out more, paying more attention to making our actions seductive and sensual, and even spiritual, as we interacted with each other. After a break in the action, Pete drove the RV through a cloverleaf and we ended up heading back south.

We had another couple of other encounters with trucks that could see enough of us through the tinted windows on the RV to make it interesting for them. We got chuckles at the cheap thrill we were giving the drivers or passengers who were lucky enough to be riding as high off the ground as we were.

The guys gave us two cream pies somewhere along the route. Em and I then put on a show for the guys as we ate up the fluids from each other. We then started blowjobs on the guys again, until we were able to have them cum on our faces and tits for the camera. At one point, I went up and as Pete drove along, I gave him a blowjob so he wouldn’t feel left out. He was a happy camper, but the large front windows were less tinted, and my nakedness and sucking action were very visible to anyone peering in the large front windows of the RV, either from oncoming traffic or from a rear view mirror. After a licking and sucking up of cum from everyone, Wes declared we were done.

Just as Em and I lay back with a sigh, our wet cum splattered pussies still leaking some remnants of earlier orgasms, Pete yelled back that we were just entering LA County. He took the first exit, drove along some non-Interstate roads, and ended up back at Wes’ home. I learned that his home was just over the border from the county by less than a mile; that was why we hadn’t had to use any condoms in the video shoots we did at his house – we were just outside the county.

As people started to get out of the RV, Em and I disembarked in nothing but our birthday suits. Anyone driving by and looking up at the house would have seen two naked females among those standing around.

Wes invited everyone inside for some cocktails and heavy hors d’oeuvres that most of the crew considered dinner. Everyone accepted his hospitality. Mike, Brad, and Pete had not seen the home except briefly, so were duly impressed with his home. Still roaming around the kitchen nude, Em and I got everyone refreshments and food, and then went skinny-dipping into the pool.

To our surprise, Maryanne stripped and came in right behind us, and then so did Nancy, Ted, Ann, Jon, and then Wes and the others. We created what Nancy called, ‘Nude Soup’ – a large warm basin of pool water full of nude people.

Now, four of us at that point were somewhat sexually sated because we’d been fucking more or less for about six hours, but everyone else was horny as hell having watched us performing for the better part of the day.

I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when the various nude bodies started to come together and various sexual activities started.

Nancy latched onto Pete, and in only seconds they were on one of the chaises with Nancy riding Pete for all she was worth. Ann and Brad coupled too, followed by Wes and Maryanne, Ted and Em, and Mike and me. Jon turned the Ted and Em coupling into a threesome with a DP almost immediately too. Bert joined Mike and me, and I found myself spit roasted as I took turns sucking on their cocks and getting fucked one more time on one of the chaises.

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I am a woman in my early fifties, but look remarkably young (that’s what my friends tell me), attractive and sexy. Yes, men have always told me that I have bed-room eyes and sexy thick lips. I have a good figure, with 35″ bust, 29″ waist and 34″ hips, 5 feet 4 inches tall with black long hair. That’s me.

Men of all ages still look at me with lust-filled eyes, wherever I go and then I feel really great. I love to wear revealing clothes – tight T-shirts, with the contours of my round busts clearly defined, short, fitting skirts that shows off my shapely legs. When I see men (and some women) look at my body lustfully, it turns me on.

I do not like to categorize myself in any way. You know, I like to have sex with both men and women, but do not want to call myself bi-sex. I love to expose myself and may be I can be labeled as an exhibitionist. I also love to watch others having sex — the list is endless. Yes, you guessed right, I am an over-sexed, mature woman. That’s what I am. Well, I also don’t like the term ‘mature’, because I am young at heart.

What really matters to me is having good sex and if I can achieve an orgasm with a woman, that’s great. And I do achieve multiple orgasms frequently while I fuck with a woman and much less with a man.

As giresun escort for men, I like athletic looking men, of any age, with a strong sex drive. That’s what I want — a hard fuck with a strong guy, who can go on and on.

My cunt is fleshy, with a big hole. I trim my pubic hair, but do not like to shave off completely. I think a little hair around the cunt is sexy, although I love women with thick, long hairy cunts and of course with huge boobs.

Anyway, let me now relate a recent “escapade”. Just last week, I happen to park by car in this huge parking lot at a supermarket. As usual I was wearing a tight T-shirt and short skirt and was passing several cars parked in the parking lot to get to the entrance of the supermarket. I saw a man, may be in his twenties, sitting in the driver’s seat, with the window partly lowered. I just glanced down and what I saw really made me pause for a while. His had pulled his pants down and was exposing his erect cock. He winked and smiled.

I went closer and stood near the window of his car and he said, “Hi”. I smiled down at him (with my eyes glued to his erect cock) and said: “I love what I see”. He said, “That’s great. Like to watch,” and I replied, “wow, would love to.”

I bent gümüşhane escort low at the window and pretended that I was talking to the man, while he started rubbing his huge erection, which I think was about 6 and a half inches long and it was also very thick. I found that my panty was getting wet.

His hand was moving up and down on his thick long cock, while he grabbed his large balls with the other hand. His hand moved up and down, up and down, faster and faster. I watched, with my cunt dripping wet.

The urgency increased, the hand was moving at lightening speed, up and down up and down. He pushed himself a little further back on the seat and pushed his hips up while continuing to pump his huge erect cock with a lot of force.

His hips were now moving up and down while he banged his hand on his huge erection, on and one. I wanted to rub my clit, but could not do so, as it was a public place. So I ground my thighs together.

He now started moving his hips up and down faster and faster, while pounding his huge cock hard and fast, faster, faster…… “I am going to cummmm,” he moaned with his eyes half closed, while still pounding his erection with all his strength.

Suddenly he pushed his hips high hakkari escort up, “Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh” he moaned, and was very still, with his eyes closed and face contorted in pleasure, as he ejaculated a stream of white fluid which gushed out and spilled down his hand.

He recovered in a few seconds, cleaned his hands with a tissue, zipped up and looked up at me and smiled in satisfaction. “Thank you, I loved every minute of it,” I told the man. He smiled again, waved at me and left the car park.

I was now desperate. I located the closest public toilet, locked myself in, raised my skirt and pulled my soaking panty down and started rubbing my erect clit with two fingers, while pushing my other hand down my low-cut T-shirt. I pulled out one round boob and started squeezing it hard and pulling at my nipple, while vigorously rubbing my clit, with my knees slightly bent, and imagining that the man was pumping my oozing cunt with that huge cock

I usually have to masturbate for a long time to get an orgasm, but that day, I was so turned on, within minutes I found myself about to cum. I squeezed my boos hard and pushed my hips up and down, up and down, while rubbing my clit really fast and hard. I felt the familiar pangs of pleasure when I am approaching an orgasm, so I pushed my hips forward and backwards, with my legs bent at the knees, with my fingers rubbing my clit fast, faster, faster, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, finally the release came and I stood still, eyes half-closed, while orgasmic pleasure washed over me.

Await my lesbian experience and more in my next story.

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Hard Worker Ch. 05

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I was contacted by this guy Dave on the net. He asked me if I would work naked and I said yes.

So I met him at his office, strip naked, and worked, for a while. Then of course I had to have some fun and I jacked off in front of him, his name is Dave, by the way.

But, near the climax of my masturbation performance, Dave’s boss came into the office. Now Dave’s boss just finished talking with him.

“Oh. Is everything okay? You’re not fired or anything are you?”

“I think its okay.” Dave replies.

“What did you talk about?” I ask.

“You; I told him everything I know about you, how we met and that you needed a job and were willing to work naked and stuff. I hope to see you again soon, bye.”

With that, Dave leaves and I’m by myself naked in the office.

“Jean please come into my office.” he makes the request sound like a assertion, not threatening just that his voice commands you to obey. I hear, and what else was I going to do, but obey.

“Now, my name is Mr. Thomas,” this handsome and commanding black man says, “and I am looking for a discrete and reliable office assistant to work under my personal secretary and office manager. Would you turn around slowly so I can get a good look at you?”

I do so.

“Undo the pony tail.”

I do so and my hair falls free. My hair comes down to my shoulders.

“Has anyone ever told you that from behind you could pass as a woman?”

“No, but I know that it’s true.”

“Do you have a copy of your resume that you can access via the net?”

“Yes.”

“Excellent, come here and use my computer and retrieve it.”

I walk over to his desk and bend over to use his computer to do as he asks. As I am busy on his machine one of his hands comes to rest on my hip. No, it’s not by accident; he deliberately is feeling me up. His strong black fingers roam over my slightly tanned white ass. I spread my legs apart as if I am trying to get a better balance as I work. He takes advantage of my effort and runs his fingers along the valley between my checks.

“Got it,” I say and move the screen so he can view it.

He reads my resume all the while feeling up my ass. His fingers tease my ass hole.

“You are very impressive,” he says, though I can’t tell if he means my ass or my resume.

“Yes I think you will do just fine.”

“For what, may I ask?”

“I will get to that, but first I need to ask you a few questions.”

“Okay, shoot.”

“You enjoy being naked, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You enjoy being looked at, correct?’

“Yes.”

“You’ve enjoyed this afternoons little office game, working naked, showing off your body, correct?”

“Yes.”

“You heard me at the door didn’t you?”

“Yes,” I confess.

“But you didn’t stop jacking, because you wanted, you desired more of an audience, correct? You crave being seen naked, correct?”

“Yes.” düzce escort I do, I really do.

“You came even harder than you expected because you were naked in some strange office and being watched as you masturbated in front of people, correct?”

“Yes!”

“In your heart of hearts, you wish to do this again, I am also correct?”

“Yes.”

“I would be willing to pay you for that very service and more.”

“You would pay me to walk around naked?”

“Yes.”

“I would pay you to work in this office naked and show yourself off to my clients and as an office perk for my employee’s. Your office mates here are either openly gay or bi-sexual, or in the case of Dave, a straight man whose a habitual masturbator.”

“Wow, getting paid to work naked, that is so hot. Are you for real?”

“I am always real when money is concerned. Yes, I would pay you to work naked, but there is another aspect of your job, which I want you to agree to before I hire you.”

“And what is that?”

“Before I tell my proposition, I will give you some background. You see Victoria; my personal secretary is over worked and has been complaining and wanting a helping hand around the office. But we have a special place with special clientele and office culture, and that is why so far we hadn’t found anyone suited to our needs. Until now. I think you may fill that role if you’re interested.”

He tells me my salary and I whistle at the sum.

“I do have some special requirements though.” He says.

“Oh, what are they?”

“As my personal secretary Victoria, escort me on to dinners, conventions and such. I need someone who is skilled technically and I believe the phrase is eye candy. I need another such a person here as well, for clients of a different persuasion. I would pay you a bonus on top of what I already stated, for those other services as well as paying for your new clothing requirements.”

“New clothing requirements?”

“Yes. I need someone to be attired as a distraction and entertainment. To be blunt, I want someone whose attire and appearance goes over the top. I want them to be fixated and aroused by your lovely ass and cock. Interested?”

“Yes. Go on.”

“To be blunt about it I also need someone who occasionally provides other, and older professional services.”

“I’m sorry; I don’t get what you mean.”

“Well, you have the physical attributes that in the right clothes could make you a very desirable young lady.”

“Huh?”

“You enjoy showing off and this would give you ample opportunity to be as provocative as you could ever desire. Have you ever played dress up as a child and fantasized about it later in life?”

“Well,” somehow he compels complete and full honesty, so I confess a deep secret. “Yes, I have played dress up. My mom caught me trying on my sister’s clothes and make up.”

“I edirne escort thought so. Did you enjoy that?”

Again I am compelled to be truthful, more than I have been even with myself ever before.

“Yes. I did.”

“Do you day dream about it? Fantasize about it?”

“Sort of, I guess I have. I often fantasize about hot babes making out with guys. I guess I imagine I’m the babe.”

“I thought so; you have the movements and grace of a predatory woman. You seem to know instinctively how to use your body like you were a woman.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Therefore your attire would vary. On most occasions when there is only your co-workers in the office you would work naked, as I already explained. But when the occasional client visits the office, I would need you to dress for another role. I want you to role-play the provocative and desirable female. Does this interest you?”

“Huh? I’m not sure I understand what you just said.” Did he really say he wants me to dress like a woman? Wow! My cock responds to that idea by getting hard.

“I can tell by your member’s rigidity that you did understand me, but I will repeat myself, I do not do this often. I want you to come to work and to accompany me as the need arises dressed be as a member of the oldest profession of all. I wish you to be attired as an expensive call girl.”

“Wow. That is something I didn’t see coming.”

“Yet, by your erection you are now sporting, I believe you are very interested in my complete offer, am I correct?”

“Ahhh…now I get it, that’s what you meant by new attire. You would buy me the clothes to role-play this call girl for you.”

“You are perceptive. Interested?”

I just stand there with my cock getting even harder at the thought of all this. He reaches over and gently runs his fingers along the edge of my prick.

“I would pay you a fine fee to wear nothing at all at work and to wear woman’s clothes as the need arises. You would come to work each day attired as a woman and then strip naked to work in the office. I would of course pay completely for this new wardrobe, and for hair stylists, pedicures, manicures, cosmetics all the things professional needs to perform this other role.”

“You said you were always serious about money, correct?” I ask.

“True.”

“I need work and this is like a dream job.”

“Excellent, we will begin tonight. I will have Victoria come by. She will help transform you so that you can come to the office Monday at 9:00 properly attired.”

He writes me out a check and shows it to me.

“This is your first bonus pay, if you are truly willing to perform all that I need and ask.”

“I will.”

“Then I will I call and have Victoria come to the office. Before she arrives I wish you to perform a task suited to your call girl role.”

“What might that be?”

“Do elazığ escort you agree to take the job? To do all that is asked of you?”

“Yes.”

“Now, answer this question honestly. Have you ever sucked a man’s cock before?”

Wow. But again, his voice compels me to be honest.

“No.” I stumble with excitement over the word.

“Well, I may need to have a professional teach you, or maybe not. I am thinking you will be a natural.”

He calls Victoria, and begins to explain what he requires her to do. He asks me my shoes size and my measurements. I give them to him. He responds, I thoughts so. I am told that Victoria will arrive in forty-five minutes. After he hangs up the phone, he then focuses his attention on me.

“Get on my desk with your ass facing the main door.”

I do so.

“Excellent now I will stand to make this easier for you.” He removes his jacket and places it carefully on the back of his leather chair. “Now, unzip my pants.”

I do so.

He is wearing black silk briefs and I can see his large hard on curled under the fabric.

“Pull down my underwear and take my cock in your mouth. I wish to see test your natural instincts.”

“You’re asking me to give you a blow job, that’s part of my job, is that it?”

“You are correct. Are you willing to take the check and begin your employment? After this you are a permanent employee.”

“Yes.”

“Then begin.”

I reach out to fondle his black member under the soft smooth fabric. Then I slip it out of the fabric to release it. He has nice cut cock and at must be 7 inches in its current erect state.

I am excited and nervous. I fantasized about this but never did it. I take my first lick of his cock, just touching the tip of my tongue to the tip of his cock. Feels good, no real flavor yet, his cock has a musky smell. I lick his shaft like a cat lapping milk; now tasting the saltiness of his skin. I lap at his cock head like this for a few minutes and then take the circumcised head into my mouth and begin to suck on it. I can feel him pulse with pleasure as I suck. My tongue flicks his cock in my mouth and I get a groan of appreciation from my new boss. He moans. I move my mouth up and down his thick hard shaft.

My tongue feels a vein in his cock pulse from the pleasure I am giving. I taste a little salty pre-cum. As my mouth works on his dick I fondle his balls, squeezing them as if I’m trying to coax the cum out of them and up into his dick. He then grabs my hair and pulls me closer to him, forcing me to swallow even more deeply his cock. Then he starts shoving his hips back and forth, so that he is fucking my face.

His strong hands grip me and I couldn’t stop him if I wanted to, but I don’t. He starts to moan and I can tell he is turned on and going to cum soon. He lets out a loud fuck and then begins to shoot his load into my mouth. I gag on his cum and it starts flooding out of my mouth, he pulls back and out at the sound of my gagging. His thick black cock just continues to gush out a thick flood of hot thick creamy cum on my face.

“Not bad for a first time. Practice makes perfect, and you will get plenty of practice from now on.” he says.

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I entered my daughter’s bedroom at dawn, as I always did when I have been working away and have arrived late at night. I sneaked in as usual and crept up to her big bed. It never occurred to me that I had to behave myself or better still not play one of my pranks. I’d been doing these since she was a child and now as a young adult, the games had got more silly in contrast to her very adult appearance and ways.

I grabbed a corner of the duvet and pulled it off in one fell swoop. My God! What greeted me was more than I’d expected to see. Usually Yvette would be there in her pj’s but what I saw was two naked bodies wrapped together. She had her thigh firmly locked between her friend Suzi’s legs. Their full breasts were touching and their mouths were closed on each other. I could see the sheen of sweat on their bodies. There was no mistaking it. I had walked in on them fucking.

She was my baby! Ok, like any father I wanted to covert and protect my child even though she was in reality a ripe-bodied college girl now. However, I was faced with an image of beauty and my cock was restless in its desire to be satisfied. I was shocked by my own reactions.

What made things even more shocking was that they did not stop! No, they just continued as if I wasn’t there. Picture it, I’m standing there mouth open, corner of the duvet gripped tightly in my right hand and facing the most erotic sight of two women fucking each other. It çorum escort was beautiful and confusing. My body instantly reacted, with my cock lifting rapidly and straining against my shorts. I was an instant tent at the front and I could feel that familiar hunger in my body. I’d been away for heaven’s sake, and not fucked for more than four weeks. My wife, Evelyn had been asleep when I came in so I’d had nowhere to ‘put the python’. I was as horny as hell.

Their movements were becoming more frantic. I could see Suzi was rubbing herself off on my daughter’s thigh and I couldn’t help it, I began to touch my cock though my thin shorts. I could hear her too, with her breathing becoming more ragged and little moans leaving their constantly kissing lips. Yvette was beginning to move more too, bringing her friend’s free hand to play and rub her open pussy lips. She was so wet.

I knew I should leave but I was mesmerised by the scene. We’d always been close, Yvette and me, so somewhere in my brain I was rationalising this. I could help her, show her how to have better sex; encourage her to go for normal relationships with men, not just college girl experimentation. She was only 19. Oh sure, but my cock at this time was just wanting pleasure, pleasure and more pleasure. I could sense the rapid build of cum. Well, so long without, what is a man to do?

Then it happened. Suzi opened her eyes and looked denizli escort up at me, well as far as my straining cock. She did nothing! She just winked up and carried on.

No, she did react. She put on a show for me, opening her legs so that her juicy cunt was now exposed against Yvette’s thigh, which was glistening with wet fluid. I could smell its aroma, sweet and inviting. Was she in fact inviting me to join her? Her breasts were being rubbed harder and harder against my daughter’s. Both had magnificent tits, with large young areola that were fully aroused. I was so proud of Yvette and how focused she was on her pleasure. Just like her mother, I thought.

Then Suzi did it. She beckoned openly to me, gesturing first at my cock. She wanted me naked. Could I do this in front of my daughter? Yes, she had seen me in the nude every day from the time she was born but this was different. She was going to see me erect if she ever opened her eyes or became aware of anything other than her complete feelings of lust.

Then Suzi gestured for me to get behind her. Did she want me in her arse or her cunt? I was sure I’d find out. I couldn’t help myself. I could hear me saying this to the judge at the trial. I was scared to get this deep and yet I was not refusing this beautiful woman. She was so pretty, with a pouting cunt that was encircled by fine blond hair, trimmed to a thin line on her diyarbakır escort pubis and nothing on her sex lips.

I climbed up behind her on the bed and she grabbed my cock. No going back now, I thought. And then she guided it to between her thighs, almost sitting back down on me to spear it into her dripping cunt. My god she was wet! She was pulling Yvette closer to her, until my daughter’s arms were not just around her but her fingers were caressing my sides and back. I in turn had positioned myself to hold onto my own child. I was like the outer bread slice of the sandwich, with Suzi as the filler, and Yvette as the other slice. And my hands were beginning to explore my own daughter, sliding over her soft warm skin, feeling the swell of her breasts that were crushed tight against her friend. Their tongues were doing a sword dance, slurping and fighting between them.

My cock had been slowly pumping into the girl but as the excitement grew, so I stepped up my rhythmic fucking. That’s when I realised my daughter’s eyes were open and she was smiling over her friend’s shoulder at me. It was at me, not Suzi, and her hands were gripping and caressing my skin.

“Oh daddy, I am so pleased you are sharing this with me. I love you daddy.”

I was so touched, yet shocked. Had this been set up? Was I meant to see this? Who the fuck cared? I was pumping my cock into the prettiest young woman, and doing one of my favourite things – a threesome – and it was getting noisier and noisier as we all reached orgasm together. Yes, the ultimate thrill, to be cumming as one. My only child, her dearest friend and me, what more could we want?

“Can I join in?” was the question from the door.

“Oh yes please mummy…”

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Professional Woman Pt. 03

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Things hadn’t gone to plan. I expected there would be some delays, maybe a hiccup here and there, but I was wrong, dead wrong. Nothing had gone right from the start. The building needed more work than we expected. The first day that we tried to turn on a tap, three pipes burst through the walls resulting in flooding on both floors.

It took another three weeks to get some of the girls back on our roster. Then the electricity went out, the wiring in the walls needed to be redone. From there, things kept getting worse, the heating, the flooring. Now nearly four months after I signed my name to the building it looked worse than the day I bought it.

“Morning,” I said as I entered our makeshift office. I stepped over power cords that led all over the second floor from a gas generator.

“Uh-huh,” Ginger said as she sat on a stack of milk crates one of the contractors had found around the neighborhood.

“Still no luck on the license?” I said as I sat on the only working chair.

“No!” she barked back at me over the constant noise of people around us working to fix everything and anything.

I hated looking at the bare walls or the ceiling with tiles missing. I hated driving into the underground parking lot and feeling like I was in the sauna from the combination of heat and water. Then to come up here and freeze my ass off.

I tried to look at the big picture. Lucy had been working with some of the girls and had gotten us three photo shoots this week. We were going in the right direction, all we needed is one massive show to get us going.

“Try it,” someone shouted from behind us.

One of the electricians came inside and turned on one of the switches.

“You’re kidding,” I said looking up at the light above us.

“No,” the man said turning to us. He flicked it on and off to prove his point.

“The entire building?” I asked showing my excitement.

“Yes,” the man said.

Timothy, the main contractor, came in looking at us with all smiles. “Told you I would get it working today.”

“Does this mean we can turn off that damn generator?” Ginger asked.

“Yes, your highness,” Timothy said as he walked back outside. The sound of the generator cut off.

“Thank you,” Ginger said as she turned back to her laptop.

“We are truly grateful,” I said as I stood up and shook his hand. “We are all under…”

“No apologize needed,” Timothy said. “I am just glad to be working again. Thank you.”

Timothy and the other man walked out the door that led to the roof. I turned to look at Ginger.

“What?” She asked as she caught me staring at her.

“You could be nicer to them, after all, they are working for half of most of the others,” I said as I sat back down.

“That’s because most of the people he employs have a criminal record longer than these damn cords,” Ginger said pulling on one of the power cords.

“Everyone deserves a second chance,” I shrugged.

“Oh yeah?” Ginger asked. “Where is your purse and your jewelry Miss second chance,” Ginger smiled looking at me.

“Shut it,” I smiled back at her.

We heard heaving and panting coming from the stairs. Jeremy and three of his friends came into view they were carrying something.

“Found this,” Jeremy said as he brought a very long desk into our office. I had to get out of the way as they brought it in. The three men pushed the table against the wall. It took up most of the left side of our office.

“Found it?” I asked looking at Jeremy.

“Yeah,” he said as he tried to catch his breath. “The furniture place down the street is going out of business,” he said as he took another breath. “The guy said anything they put outside is fair game.”

“And this huge desk so happened to be outside,” Ginger smiled.

“Outside ish,” one of Jeremy’s friends said.

“Jeremy,” I said looking at him.

“It stays unless you want to carry it back down the stairs,” he said as he looked at me. I looked at the desk.

“We do need a desk,” Ginger said as she held her laptop in the air over it.

“Fine,” I shrugged. “Clean it first.”

“What else did you find?” I looked back at him.

“Wait and find out,” Jeremy said.

After numerous trips, Jeremy had brought up four chairs to go into our office. A medium sized table for what was going to be our waiting room. He said he had brought other things for the first floor. I looked at him and shook my head. I could pretend to be mad at him all I wanted, but without him finding the contractors, as well as many of the other people that worked on cleaning and getting rid of the water, I would have been lost.

“Going to make another trip,” Jeremy said as he waved at us.

Lucy bounced off of him as she came up the stairs. “Watch it, handsome,” she said as she came into the office. “A desk!”

“Yup,” Ginger said as she had already plugged her laptop into the wall socket and had her computer on one side of the desk.

“No way!” Lucy said as she jumped onto one of the chairs. “Power is working?”

“Uh bursa escort huh,” Ginger nodded.

“How did the photo shoot go?” I asked.

“See for yourself?” Lucy said handing me a check.

“No way!” I said looking at it. “The girls?”

“Treated like royalty, no grabby hands, no stupidity,” Lucy said “A few provocative stances, but it is a swimsuit magazine.”

I looked at her. “How provocative?”

“None of the girls complained or felt out of place if that’s what you are asking,” Lucy smiled. “The main guy…”

“Phillip,” Ginger said.

“Yeah, him, he wants the girls to come back next week for another shoot,” Lucy said as she spun around in her chair.

“Okay,” I nodded. “If the girls want to go, then I am all for it.”

“They already said they would,” Lucy said as she stopped.

“Deposit this and pay the girls, as well as the contractors, they are overdue for a payment,” I said.

Both girls nodded. It had been a while since we had seen any money come in for ourselves. Most of it went to the repairs, the contractors or the girls. Jeremy hadn’t been paid for just as long.

“Food’s here,” Sara yelled.

“Good!” Ginger said as she turned to see Sara bringing in bags of Chinese food.

I couldn’t believe it was lunchtime already.

“I ran into someone today,” Sara said as she leaned against the desk. “Wait,” she said surprised as she looked at the desk and the chairs. “Jeremy?”

We all nodded as we took our food to our neutral corners. “Who did you run into?” I asked.

“Howard,” Sara replied with disgust.

All three of us turned our heads. Howard was a disgusting man. Most of the women he hired or wanted to hire were models that posed for adult magazines or adult websites. There were even rumors that most of his private parties were not parties at all.

“I know, but he wanted to talk, and he has heard of our situation, and he wants to help,” Sara stated.

“No thanks,” I said shaking my head. “We can do without his help.”

“Even if he is offering this,” Sara said as she put a piece of paper down on the desk.

“No way,” Ginger said.

“One night,” Sara said.

“With that, we could pay all this off,” Lucy said holding the paper up.

I glanced at it and was shocked by the amount. Howard always had a flair for the dramatic. It wouldn’t surprise me if he had someone working on the contracting team. The amount was nearly double the exact amount needed to pay for all the repairs needed.

“What does he want?” I asked shaking my head.

“A few girls to go to a pool party, he says there are going to be…”

“We aren’t an escort service,” I said shaking my head.

“There will be other contracts to get there,” Sara shrugged.

“Yeah, most of them just like Howard or worse,” Lucy said shaking her head.

“I got an idea,” Ginger said smiling at me.

“I am not going to like this, am I?” I asked.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“So, let me get this straight, you are asking me for a favor?” Celia asked as I walked into my house.

“Yes, Celia,” I pleaded. “I am sure none of your girls will mind.”

“Of course not sweetie, most of my girls will love to go to one of the high rollers parties, we never get to attend,” Celia said. I could see the huge smile on her face. “But I want to hear it from you.”

I sighed as I threw my purse on the couch. “Celia, I need your help.”

“See, was that so hard?” Celia said. “When is the party and where?”

I gave her the address and the date. “And you want them to say they work for you is that correct?”

“No,” I said shaking my head as if she could see me. “I will let Howard know that I am outsourcing. I don’t want anything coming back to me. Your girls will get a fair share…”

“No, no, no,” Celia said. “This is a favor for my sister. I will not accept one penny. Just the satisfaction that you came to me for help is all I need.”

The way she said that made my skin crawl. “I need to take a shower,” I said as I hung up.

I needed to make one more phone call.

“Howard Crane,” the filthy man said as he answered.

“Shut it, Howard,” I replied. I knew he had been waiting for my phone call.

“Stephanie,” Howard said.

“I am outsourcing your request as I do not have the number of women you need for your… party,” I said nearly throwing up as I said it.

“Good, good,” Howard said his voice going to a high pitched decibel. ” Do they know to dress as pirates, it is a pirate themed pool party.”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Good, I have a few well-named photographers coming, they will…”

“Bye Howard,” I said hanging up. “I knew very well that most of those photos would end up on the internet.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

Everything had gone well so far. The date had arrived, I had received the notice from Celia that she as well as a number of her girls had made it to the destination. Now all I had to was wait. Patience çanakkale escort was not one of my virtues, primarily when the situation was out of my hands. I sat alone in my house waiting for Celia to return my text messages. Anything to tell me how the event was going.

“Come on,” I said for the umpteenth time. I checked my phone again, and it had been over six hours since the party had begun. Even one of Howard’s events wouldn’t last this long.

I sent another text asking if everything had gone smoothly.

‘Relax, everything went to plan,’ Celia texted back. ‘We got invited to an after party. I am sure you have no intention of knowing how that goes unless you want to come?’

“No,” I said out loud as I sent the text. That part was over with, and as much as I wanted to make sure Howard would keep his end of the bargain, I had no intention on texting or calling him.

“Damn,” I said as I looked at my phone. “Talk of the devil.”

“Hi, Stephanie,” Howard’s snide voice said as I answered the phone.

“What, Howard?” I replied.

“Now, does it have to be like this between us?” Howard asked.

“Yes,” I replied sharply. “You asked me to flash you the last time we met.”

“It was at a beach house,” Howard said, from the tone of his voice I knew he was smiling.

“You asked me in front of my husband,” I shouted back.

“Why should he be the only that gets to stare at those mammoth sized things,” Howard said.

“Shut it,” I said shaking my head. “Are you going to pay up?”

“Of course,” Howard said, I could sense there was something else.

“What?” I asked.

“Your sister, is she, well you know?” Howard asked.

“She is all yours, the two of you would be perfect for each other,” I said shaking my head. “Now, are we done?”

“I will have the check delivered to you, or do you want me to wire it to an account?”

“An account is fine. I will send you the details,” I hung up quickly before he could say another word.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

“This is amazing,” Lucy said checking our account.

I couldn’t believe it myself. Howard had not only stuck to his word he had nearly doubled what we had settled on which made me question his motives.

“Told you, I would pull through for you sis,” Celia said standing behind me.

I turned around to look at my little sister. Looking at her no one would guess she was my sister. Celia was seven years younger than me. However, the looks of her you would think she was my older sister. Numerous plastic surgeries had made her look unnatural. From her fake lips to her face, and bottle bought blonde hair as well as the humongous sized chest implants.

Celia looked more like a plastic toy than a human. Her incredible body had been contorted by years of wearing corsets. A shrunken waistline and her colossal chest made her look like a Barbie doll.

“Keep staring, darling,” Celia said to one of the contractors. “I don’t bite unless you want me to,” she flirted with the man embarrassing him to disappear outside.

“Celia!” I said pulling her away from the view of the other workers.

“What?” Celia said as she tried to keep up with me. Her tall high heels clicked and clacked on the newly tiled floor. “I had to go out of the country to get these things,” Celia said as she pointed out her chest.

“Yes,” I said as I closed the bathroom door. “Because implants that size are too dangerous, even the surgery could…” I stopped and took a deep breath.

“I love you,” Celia said.

I stared back at her, the only remaining family member I had left. No matter what she had done in her past, I still loved her. Even though she had slept with my husband, the day after we got married, looking at her now, I could still remember walking into the bathroom and seeing Mark anally pounding my sister. Why I hadn’t divorced him on the spot was a mystery.

“I love you too, but…” I sighed looking at her.

“No flirting or consorting with people you know or work with,” Celia chimed. “I know, I know, the rules. How you love your rules,” Celia said shaking her head.

“Did you have to wear that as well as bring them with you?” I asked as I peered out the bathroom door. As I looked out at three of Celia’s co-workers, to say they wore the skimpiest attire would be like stating that water was wet.

“What?” Celia said as she stared down at her self. Her crop top shirt barely contained her enormous bosom. Most of the bottom half of each boob was left out in the open. Her tight stomach was open for all to see. She wore a tiny skirt that came just below her ass cheeks, the moment she bent over everyone could see her pink thong. Not like they couldn’t see it without her bending over as the thong straps were visible above the skirt, with the line at the back disappearing below the waistline of the skirt.

“You know what,” I shook my head. “I love you. I really do, but…” I said staring at her.

“Fine!” Celia said. “I will take my open-minded friends, and I çankırı escort will go. Really, sis, it is just a body, you need to get over it,” Celia said as she grabbed the door handle. “Oh, do you still enjoy the gift?”

“Celia?” I said pointing to the door.

“There is a newer version, I will have it mailed to you,” Celia smiled. “Come on girls,” Celia said as she rounded up her co-workers. “Make sure to leave a few cards behind. It’s the least my sis can do to pass them out.”

“Fine,” I replied as I looked at them go. “I will leave them downstairs in the parking lot,” I whispered the last part to myself.

I entered the office. “That’s your sister?” Jeremy asked as he looked at the four of them enter the elevator.

“Yes,” I nodded. “And no!” I pointed at him. “You can’t…”

“Hell no!” Jeremy said holding up his hands. “Silicone parts are meant for toys,” he laughed.

We all laughed except for Lucy. “I don’t know,” she said as she looked at us. “I have been thinking about getting mine done,” she said looking down at her small chest.

“And not been able to wear those cute and fancy bras?” Ginger replied. “I don’t think so.”

“Yeah, and those dresses you like? Try getting some of those with these strapped to your chest,” Sara said pushing out her chest.

Lucy stared at us with a smile. “Yeah, that’s true,” she nodded. “I do have it good.”

* * * * * * * * * * * *

Repairs went fast and furious after we paid more contracting companies to help. The parking space had improved as there was no more leaking water to cause large pools of water everywhere, they also had repaired the lighting down there.

The second floor had become a place for our models to go to unwind as well as change for their shows. I even planned to make a section for a daycare service for those that young children. The elevator company made it so that only those with a keycard could stop on the second floor. Otherwise, everyone else went up to our level.

Sara’s desk area had been improved from the last one she had, a large desk with numerous seats in front and around it. Walking around her station people could see our office as well as the finance office and another waiting room.

“It looks,” I said staring at it from the elevator.

“Awesome,” Jeremy said standing next to me. “All they got to do is put the finishing touches on the signs outside and inside.”

“You were right about the colors,” I said looking at Lucy.

“Thank you,” Lucy smiled as we walked past Sara’s station. Sara was all smiles as usual.

“Like it?” I asked.

“Love it!” Sara exclaimed. Sitting down behind her computer. “Already got a few interviews today, we are getting back some of the models we lost.”

“Great!” I said as we walked back.

“Jeremy, come in?” a voice said over Jeremy’s intercom.

Jeremy had hired two of his friends to attend to the parking downstairs as well as being security. “There is a Ms. Martine here to see Stephanie. Shall I…”

“Yes!” We all shouted at once.

“Okay,” the voice said. “She’s on her way.”

“Sara,” I turned to look at her, but she was already on the elevator.

“On it,” Sara said as the door closed.

“Can we light the sign,” I said walking back to the large sign that hung above Sara’s station. It was going to be the first thing anyone saw as they exited the elevator.

“Sean,” Jeremy said over his intercom. “Turn the signs on, outside and in.”

“But..” the voice said.

“Do it!” Jeremy said back.

“Okay,” Sean replied.

It took a few seconds, but the sign lit up, just as the elevator door opened. Teresa and her driver walked out as we turned around to greet them.

Teresa stopped dead in her tracks. Her eyes began to tear as she looked up at the white dolphin lighted up over her daughter’s name.

“A dolphin,” Teresa said as she looked at it. “How did you know?”

“We asked around,” I said as I held her.

“It’s my favorite,” Teresa cried. The Angelique sign was lighted a baby blue the background colors of light purple and blue made it stand out. “You nailed it,” Teresa said turning to me. “You truly nailed it. This is perfect.”

The second elevator door opened up, and all the models came out of the elevator. Teresa took a few steps back and looked at them. Her eyes filled with tears. “Look at you all,” she said as she walked among them. “You did it,” she said looking at me.

“No,” Ginger said, without you, this wouldn’t be possible.

“We aren’t talking about the money, or the place,” Lucy said.

“Without you and your friends paving the way, none of this would be possible,” I said looking at her.

“Thank you!” the models said.

Teresa nodded and smiled. “I don’t know, why you are thanking me. All I did was pose for a few pictures.”

We all laughed.

Teresa stayed for a while and talked about the old times. I asked her to bring in some old photo’s, and we would get them copied and put up. I walked her down to her car.

“Listen,” Teresa said as she shooed her driver out of hearing distance. “You have to be ruthless, just like the rest of them, they knocked you down once, and they will try every moment of every day trying to put you back down. What you are doing for those girls up there is unheard of, they won’t like it.”

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The Elevator

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My heels clicking on the lobby floor are drawing some attention to us as I run to keep up with your very fast walk. We came in through the farthest door from the elevators so we have to cover the entire lobby to get there. I realise you planned this; insisting on these heels would ensure people looked up at the source of the noise on the marble floor; the pace of your walk forcing me to almost run next to you; the white silk blouse and no underwear guaranteeing the attention gained remains with us for the entire walk to the elevators.

I inwardly curse you as I notice businessmen distracted from their laptops and mobile phones, watching my breasts bounce under the blouse; the cool silk exciting my nipples with its soft friction. You press the button and I plead for the elevator to be quick. Your hand slides down my back, over my ass and I think about moving forward as I feel your hand start to slide my skirt up. As I know my stocking tops are probably in view we hear someone’s mobile phone hit the floor and you laugh and let go of me.

The elevator doors open and its empty, you smile at me and follow me in. You lean against the back wall, still in full view of the lobby and pull me close and kiss me. The doors close and we’re moving, you release me and hold me in front of you by my shoulders. ‘Did you enjoy that? Did you like those people looking at you?’

I blush and reply, ‘No, it was embarrassing.’

You laugh and slide your hands down the front of my blouse, not touching my nipples but pulling the material tight over the solid peaks. ‘It didn’t excite you then huh? If I was to touch your cunt, would it be dry?’

I shiver under your touch, I want to say no, it didn’t excite me but I know my body would betray that and we both know how it excites me when you talk to me like this.You pull me closer and wrap one hand firmly around my back, holding me still. The other starts to undo the buttons on my blouse and I squirm against you whispering, ‘We can’t, someone might come in.’

You laugh again, that evil dirty laugh that has my body begging for your attentions. ‘You’re facing me, if anyone comes in I’ll just hug you close, no one will see anything. But I want to see how hard your nipples are, how much that little walk didn’t turn you on, show me .. show me your breasts slut, NOW!’

You don’t let go of my waist so I have to lean back to finish undoing my buttons. You slap my arse, really hard and I jump against you, shock on my face and my hands shaking on my buttons. You lean in close to my ear, knowing that your words whispered to me so bitlis escort close drive me totally insane, make me lose control and beg for you. ‘You’ll show yourself off to the general public out there but you take your time to show me what I own, what’s mine? Are you trying to hang around in here so long that someone comes in huh? Do you want to me to get annoyed and let someone watch as I spank your arse for your non-compliance? Answer me you dirty little bitch, tell me you want to show yourself to me.’

I so want to say it wasn’t my choice to draw attention to me in the lobby but I know it’s futile. I know it won’t come out right and you’ll just twist what my addled head says and make me want to do more and more dirty things. I also know if I don’t answer soon I am heading for trouble; why does my head have to think about stuff; why can’t I just do as I am told when I am told; shit how long has it been since you told me to answer? seconds? minutes? Another mighty slap to my arse advises me that it’s been too long. I look up at you, ‘Yes Sir, I want to show myself to you.’

You lean down again and say in your horniest voice, right in my ear, ‘Then show me.’ You stand upright again and push me a step back from you. You let me go so that I have to do this totally on my own. You know the humiliation of it will excite me more. I know it too but I hate it. You tap your foot slowly and I take each side of my blouse in my fingers and slowly pull it open. You stare at my face for a while, watching me blush and my blush spread down to my neck and chest. I hate this and love it and I know I am getting wet. You smile and look down at my breasts, my nipples even harder now and you know they are hurting me.

‘Offer them to me slut,’ you bark at me. My hands cup each breast underneath and I push them up further, I want to touch my nipples, to ease the ache in them but I know you will go mad. I step towards you and lean back slightly, dropping my head back and pushing my breasts up. You bend slightly and breathe on one, I can feel your warm breath and god I want so much more. I want your tongue, your teeth, your lips to close round them both and suck, bite, crush and lick them. The tip of your tongue touches the skin next to my nipple and slides down to the valley between them and up the other one.

I shake and you grab my arms and pull them behind my back, supporting me as you know I weaken in excitement. Your tongue teases the skin around my other nipple and I have to ask, ‘Please Sir, please suck them, oh god please, lick them, bite them, bolu escort please Sir touch my nipples.’ You trail your tongue gently over one and with one hand you’ve freed up you rub it over the other breast, eventually squeezing the nipple between your thumb and forefinger and I cry out in pain and pleasure unsure of whether its good or bad but I need it, I want it.

Your lips close around the other one and you suck on it, you suck hard and I moan. My legs spread and I straddle your leg, abandoning myself to the pleasure now and I slide my crotch against your leg. You suck and release one nipple then the other and in between each you tell me that I am a dirty, wanton, filthy, depraved, horny little slut and you have to hold me tighter as I my body shudders and I cum. You watch me, just watch while one hand tweaks my nipple harder. Each twist and squeeze wracking my body with another shudder. Before I have stopped you turn me around and move over to the wall space by the elevator controls. There’s a mirror and you hold me there in front of it. I can see my face still high from my orgasm, not really caring where we are or what we do, my breasts blatantly and wantonly on display, my legs still spread either side of your thigh, my skirt riding up slowly.

A voice in me says, think about what you look like and where you are but you start to whisper in my ear again. ‘Are you horny little girl? Do you want to suck cock, finger your hot wet cunt, get fucked up the arse? Do you want to watch yourself get fucked? Do you want to do dirty things with me all day slut?’

Your voice in my ear, it drives me crazy, wild! ‘Yes Sir, yes I want all those things, I want to suck your cock, I want to finger my hot wet cunt and I want to get my arse fucked.’ I watch you run your hand down my body and slide my skirt up at the front, I see my stocking tops and my cunt.

I see you watching me in the mirror and I know I want you to touch me; have to have you touch me; I have to cum. ‘Fuck me Sir, please finger me, fuck me, make me cum,’ I beg. You slide your finger down the length of my cunt, touching the lips but purposely not parting them and it drives me crazy. I push my cunt forward trying to make your fingers enter me but you pull slightly away and keep them on the outside of me.

‘Please Sir, please, touch my clit, feel how wet I am, please push your fingers deep inside of me, fuck me please please.’

Suddenly your fingers, two of them, push in between my lips and my wetness seeps out and runs down me. I am soaking, so wet, so excited burdur escort and as you spread it over my cunt and round to my arse, I am thrashing against you, horny as hell. You bend me forward, spank my arse really hard many times and while you let the burning sensation sink into me you undo your trousers and release your rock hard cock. You reach under me and slide your hand through my cum dragging it back to my arse and forcing it in with your cock. As you push your cock into my arse, you raise me back up so I can see myself scream in the mirror and you can see my face. You thrust into me hard several times, talking in my ear. ‘You really are a dirty slut, do you know how wet you are? Your arse is begging for cock, do you know how dirty you are bitch?’

There’s a ding and the elevator door opens! You feel my arse clench and my body panic, my face says it all. Sheer terror! You turn me to face the door and the old man walking in. He looks up and is stunned. We all stand still,frozen for a second. I am shaking, you are calm ( bastard) and the old man is dumbstruck. The door shuts again and we are now stuck like this.

You break the ice. ‘I’m sorry for my slut Sir, she is an uncontrollable dirty girl and she wants to show herself off to someone – would you mind?’ I am praying that he says he minds, that we straighten our clothes, get off at the next level and curl up in embarrassment somewhere.

He looks at you and smiles, ‘I understand your troubles Son, girls haven’t changed over the decades. They are all dirty wanton bitches, desperate to show off their assets and torment mankind. You do what you feel is necessary boy.’

I cringe, oh my god, you have carte blanche and I have an audience to my open blouse, spread legs and raised skirt. I know he can see my cum slipping down my thighs and my cunt spread and on full display to him. Why am I thinking about this because its just exciting me more. Then you thrust into my arse again and bend down to my ear, ‘You heard the man whore, finger your clit and make yourself cum for him. Show him your wares, show him slut. Show him how hard you cum.’

You thrust into my arse again and again, my hands spread my cunt and finger my clit. He is torn between watching my open cunt on display or following my bouncing breasts but he leans back and takes in the view. One of your hands grabs my breast and pushes it up to my mouth, I look down and take my nipple in my mouth, sucking it until I know I will cum and biting it as my body explodes. My pussy gushing and squirting all over my fingers, my arse gripping your cock so hard as you cum in me, the sensation continuing my orgasm. I am lost for a while in my own world with you as I feel you twitch in my arse and my body take its time about stopping.

When we look up the lift doors are just closing and there’s a feint thank you as the gent disappears..

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It Was A Hot Humid Day In Alabama Ch. 03

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All characters are over eighteen. This story explores incest and scat themes

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Martha stood in the bathroom doorway watching Roy on his hands and knees licking clean the rim of the toilet. He was wearing his favorite pink nightie, his makeup was perfect and his toes were painted pink to match his outfit. He could feel his mother’s eyes watching him as he continued licking the dried pee and excrement from the rim of the bowl. Martha’s pussy was dripping wet and her swollen clit ached. Roy lowered his head into the toilet and licked the inside bowl. He turned, lifted his ass for his mommy to see. She was pleased with him.

“Nice work Roy, careful not to smear your lipstick.” She said.

Roy thought to himself as he slowed down, and became more mindful. I hope this will impress mommy enough that she will allow me to lick her pussy and ass. He felt grateful to be his mother’s sissy foot slave, and was thrilled to be allowed to suckle on her breast and to be rewarded with her stroking his cock.

As she continued to watch him, she realized that her bladder was full and she needed to pee. However, she didn’t want to interrupt Roy. He carefully held his tongue out and lapped the inside walls of the bowl. He seems so content. She thought. For the first time in years, she also felt peaceful, not having to worry about Roy hanging out with the wrong crowd, and getting in trouble. She finally found a use for him, and a way to keep him under control. She felt guilty sometimes due to the sexual nature of their new relationship, but she also knew that as long as Roy desired her sexually he remained obedient.

She said, “Roy stop licking the bowl, I have to pee.”

Roy scooted alongside the toilet and knelt, he watched bayburt escort his mother, as she pulled down her pants, when she, bent over her flabby ass jiggled in his face as she turned to sit on the bowl. The scent of her sweaty ass, made his cock tingle. Her butt cheeks hung over the sides of the toilet, while she parted her legs, she exposed her hairless pussy then the sound of pee streaming into to toilet echoed.

As Roy observed his mother, he saw this as an opportunity to lick his mother’s pussy. Martha then reached for the toilet paper, while Roy was on all fours, he held out his tongue as a jester to lick her clean. A knot formed in her stomach, she had been trying to put this off for as long as she could, now she knew that she had to make a decision whether to give in to Roy’s desire. She was aware that she also wanted this, she thought, What kind of mother am I, if I let my son lick my pussy? Sucking on my breast is one thing, he drank from them when he was a baby, but this was incest.

Roy saw the hesitation on his mother’s face; he understood her dilemma and wanted to help her. He leaned closer to her pussy, and held out his tongue as far as it could reach, the tip of his tongue pressed lightly against her vagina.

The touch of Roy’s tongue sent a shiver throughout her entire body; her mind shook itself free from the morality she had always known. Her body relaxed, the aching in her head eased, while she wiggle herself forward on the toilet, and felt Roy’s tongue slip in between her wet pussy lips.

His tongue glided upward, tasting the tangy juices that mingled with her salty pee. He was delighted to have the honor of licking his mother’s pussy. His tongue found her swollen bilecik escort clit; he massaged it with short, slow strokes, causing her to quake.

The tiny climaxes shook her from inside and out as Roy explored her vagina, she felt herself quake then relax and tremor again. She ignored the stirring and grumbling of her stomach. He heard the bubbling from inside is mother’s fat belly. Then he found her sweet spot just underneath her clit. The strokes of his tongue quickened. Martha’s body exploded with pleasure, while the orgasmic wave of ecstasy washed over her.

A powerful convulsion caused her to shudder, as a gas bubble burst within her bowels a loud fart discharged from her puckered hole causing her huge ass cheeks to jiggle. Unable to regain control of her bowels, her asshole opened wide, as a fat brown turd splashed into the toilet. She was horrified, as the toilet water dripped from her ass cheeks, and the strong stench of shit filled the small bathroom.

Roy looked into the toilet, there his mother’s brown log floated in a pool of yellow water. His mother no longer quivered with pleasure so he stopped licking her pussy and looked up at her. He saw that she was panting while she bowed her head with shame.

The strong odor that arose from her pooh had an intoxicating effect on him. He gripped her wrist as she reached for the handle to flush.

“It’s Ok, I like the smell,” He said.

Her stomach turned with a repulsive twinge. Then she looked down at Roy, his lipstick was still perfect, his eyes sparkled with the curious innocence of an uninhibited child. Her body eased as she moved her hand away from the toilet handle.

She returned Roy’s smile, and he said to her, bingöl escort “Can I lick your butthole clean?”

“Are you sure, it’s dirty and disgusting.”

He responded, by holding out his tongue and wagging it for her. A tingling between her legs replaced her repulsion. Her nipples hardened, as she got up off the toilet, and leaned over the sink. She invited Roy to clean her dirty butt by wiggling her fat ass in his face.

He reached out with his tongue and gently licked from the brown circle that surrounded her asshole. A bold and sour taste danced in his mouth. Surprised by the delightful taste, he commenced to furiously devour every soiled millimeter of her ass.

The feeling of his tongue gliding up and down her crack rejuvenated the wetness between her legs. She enjoyed the wriggling of his tongue in the pucker of her filthy ass. She moaned each time she felt him probing the inside of her for more excrement to feast on. She felt the warmth of her warm nectar slowly rolling down her thighs.

Roy paused, he spread his mother’s ass cheek’s and he examined her for shit residue. She is clean as a whistle, he thought.

Still on all fours, he backed away, and said, “You’re all clean.”

“Awesome job, you are such a good mama’s boy.”

He scooted over to the toilet and looked at the turd sitting at the bottom of the yellow toilet water. He lowered his head into the bowl, with his tongue, he gently lifted the tip of her log, and he opened his mouth and took a bite.

Martha’s knew her gut reaction should be to feel sickened. However, she felt overjoyed that her once useless son, who did nothing but mooch off her was now providing her with unexpected pleasures that she never dreamed of before.

She stroked his long brown hair and said, “Flush the toilet and follow me.” He obeyed and followed her like a dog.

She sat on the couch, turned on the TV, and put her feet up on the ottoman. Without a thought, Roy sat on the floor and proceeded to suck his mother’s toes, arousing his young cock.

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