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Author’s Note: Hi! Welcome to my first-ever Literotica submission. I hope you enjoy it! I would love nothing more than for you to give it a read, give it a rating, and leave any constructive criticism you have in the comments. I’m always aspiring to improve as a writer, and any feedback you can give is genuinely appreciated!

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Not a soul in either direction. Just as the website Cassandra had found stated, the private-property nature of the beach meant that even on a Saturday afternoon, the crowds that plagued the public beaches were nowhere to be found.

Hopping on top of a large rock, she again peeked down both stretches of the strip, and again she found the beach to be completely deserted. She sighed, relieved, “perfect.”

In no time flat, she had her spot all laid out: towel, umbrella, book and soft cooler all positioned perfectly. Cassandra might’ve been new to the area, but she was certainly an experienced beachgoer.

Settling in, she grabbed her sunblock and gave a generous coating to her fair skin, taking great care to avoid missing any spots, sunburns be damned. Now glistening and mostly protected from the sun, she rummaged around in her bag and retrieved her newest book and set to reading.

The romance novella she’d bought on a whim from the local bookstore was okay. Nothing spectacular, stereotypical hopeless romantics chasing each other in circles, tons of casual flirting, waxing poetic about the futility of it all over bottles of wine. Just the way Cassandra liked it. What caught her off-guard, however, were the detailed depictions of smut.

She had managed to get through about half of the thin novel so far, but on three separate occasions, there were very graphic descriptions of sex between the characters. Cassandra was no prude by any means, but she was certainly not one for erotica. She tried her best to skim over the sexy bits, but after some pondering, she came to realize that there were definitely story details mixed in there that she didn’t want to miss.

With a sigh, she set the paperback down at the edge of her towel and looked around once more. Her spot was fairly private, bracketed in on three sides, with beachgrass on her flanks, and a rising dune behind her. She could see the ocean ahead of her a few hundred meters out and slightly downhill. She really had gotten lucky, she thought to herself.

Rummaging again in her bag, she retrieved a different sunblock, an aerosol this time, and turned over onto her stomach, facing the sea. She untied the knots holding her top on and let the strings fall, hoping to avoid tan lines. She sprayed a borderline-excessive amount of sunblock across her back and did her best to rub in what of it she could. It was the best she could manage without someone else around to help. She sighed, “that’ll do, I guess.”

Returning her attention to her book, she dove head-first into the smut. The scene was set, with the main character and her friends at a club, the main character dragged her most recent dance partner aside, into the bathrooms. Cassandra pressed her thighs together, the beginnings of arousal starting to peek into her mind. She continued reading as the characters progressed steadily, kissing, making out, feeling each other up as they fumbled into a stall. Her mind raced as she continued reading, the characters steadily growing more debaucherous as they gave into their own arousal, mirroring Cassandra’s.

Further down the rabbit hold she fell, until the characters began to fuck, right there in the bathroom stall. Cassandra panted under her breath, “fuck, a total stranger…”

That’s when she realized she was grinding slightly against her towel, her body subconsciously seeking out whatever tension release it could. She could feel her nipples were hard and pressing against the texture of the towel, teasing slightly. She took a deep breath, setting the book down once more, “Okay Cassie… Take it easy…”

For a brief moment she considered indulging her arousal and masturbating, but shot the idea down almost immediately. The beach certainly appeared empty, but there was no way to be sure.

Right?

She hemmed and hawed for a second, before reaching under her body and adjusting her bikini top to cover herself, just in case, before standing up. She looked around once more, peeking bursa escort over the top of the grassy dunes, searching for any sign at all of other people. She could see what looked like a bright red umbrella a mile or two down the strand towards the public beach, but aside from that, there was hardly a soul.

“Fuck it.”

She dropped her bikini top at the side of the towel and sat back down, laying on her back and spreading her legs. Picking up the book once more, she continued reading. The character’s partner had a stereotypically huge cock, and had the main character bent over in the stall as he railed her from behind. “God, yes…” Cassandra sighed under her breath.

She reached down with her free hand and squeezed one of her ample breasts, more than filling her slim hand. She pinched at the stiffened nipple and tweaked it a little before doing much the same to the other, eliciting a long sigh from her mouth.

Cassandra’s mind filled with fantasy, inserting herself into the story in place of the main character. Standing there in the bathroom stall getting fucked hard by a sexy stranger. Without a care in the world as to who might hear. Her free hand trailed down her body, across her toned stomach, before sliding slowly underneath her bikini bottoms. She could feel she was already soaking wet, and she began to tease herself slowly, as she made a conscious effort to continue reading.

The story progressed, with the character and her partner cycling through a handful of positions, and Cassandra following suit in her mind. Her fantasy drove her up the wall, and the intensity of her arousal climbed ever higher. Still though, she maintained a slow, teasing pace with her fingers, rubbing up and down her lips and softly grazing her needy clit. Not for long however, as her increasingly-depraved fantasy and the story of her book fought for center-stage in her mind.

Cassandra set the book down, the fantasy winning out, and she summarily abandoned the slow, deliberate pace of her fingers and she devoted increasingly more attention to her clit. She rubbed intently, pressing harder and harder against the little nub as she fucked the imaginary stranger more and more in her mind. Her other hand, now free of the book, set to teasing her sensitive breasts, squeezing and pinching at the nipples.

Her mind raced, the fantasy beginning to take of a life of its own before the untimely arrival of a visitor dragged her back to reality. The intruding flying insect landed right on her face, blissfully unaware of the interruption it had just caused. “Fuck! Shit!”

Cassandra screamed and swung her arms across her face, causing the bug to retreat and fly away while it still could, leaving behind the wrath of the woman scorned. As she realized the coast was now clear, she sat up and sighed. Her masturbation interrupted, reality sank back in quickly. She thought aloud, “Okay. Too much. Let’s… Let’s just relax. It’s way too public here to be doing that.”

With a deep breath, she laid back down, doing her best to purge the lingering fantasy from her mind. She looked at the book and considered settling back in to read before dismissing the idea altogether. “Nope. No more. I’ll read you later. At home. In private. With no bugs.”

She shoved the book back into her bag and continued lounging. Looking to the sky, a few puffy white clouds passed overhead. They floated by lazily, sleepily even.

Much like Cassandra.

—

Cassandra moaned loudly, looking down between her spread legs, as the stranger’s 12-inch cock stood at attention. Wordlessly, he ground it against her naked and soaking-wet pussy. Its hard underside pressed and slipped against her sex, spreading her lips and teasing intently at what was next to come. She whimpered between moans to her partner, “what are you… Wait, here?”

The muscular man simply nodded as he reached down and adjusted his erection, pressing hard now, before backing off a bit and rubbing the tip of his cock against Cassandra’s needy hole. She reached out and pressed a tiny hand against his ripped chest and whined, “wait, but what if someone sees us?”

The man chuckled as he continued teasing, pressing the head of his cock harder against the entrance to Cassandra’s pussy. He retorted, with a hint of arrogance, çanakkale escort “let ’em look.”

And with that, he thrust hard into her.

—

Cassandra awoke with a gasp, finding that her fingers had taken the place of her partner’s cock. She had dozed off watching the clouds, she realized, “What the…”

She shook her head a bit, dismissing what lingering thoughts of her dream remained. She withdrew her hand from underneath her bikini bottoms, and taking stock mentally, she sat up. “Okay, let’s see…”

She had forgotten to put her top back on before she dozed off, and her breasts were still uncovered, though thankfully there was no sign of sunburn. Her bottoms had been tugged to the side, and her pussy was uncovered. “Must’ve done that in my sleep,” she thought to herself. She turned to her side to look for her phone, hoping to check the time, and that’s when she saw it.

She had a visitor.

A young man was sitting maybe ten feet away, staring intently at her. He appeared to be in pretty good shape, with toned muscles and tanned skin. He clearly took care of himself. What really caught Cassandra’s attention, however, was the fact that the man was completely nude, his cock erect and standing tall, and with his hand wrapped around it, stroking slowly.

Cassandra froze. Uncertain of whether this was another dream, or if she was really awake, she simply sat there and stared back, well, stared at his cock that is. It was decently large, veiny, and throbbing with every stroke of the man’s hand. Blinking hard, she reached up and pushed her sunglasses down her nose, still trying to determine if her visitor was real or if she had just been seeing things.

Not a word was spoken between them, their eyes locked on each other’s naked bodies. She had no idea how long the man had been there, or even of how long she had been asleep. It couldn’t have been that long, given she hadn’t started to burn at all, but she wasn’t entirely sure. Still groggy from her nap, she continued to stare.

The man shifted a bit, now seeing that Cassandra hadn’t reacted negatively to his presence and came to his feet in the same spot he had been sitting. His hand still wrapped around his erection, he took a half-step towards Cassandra, seemingly testing the waters and watching for any sort of reaction.

She hadn’t missed the movement, and her eyes jumped between the man’s cock and his eyes. She watched intently as he took yet another step, and another, and another. He was maybe three or four feet away from Cassandra’s side before he stopped. He brazenly raked his eyes across her uncovered form, starting at her feet, up her slightly-spread and toned legs, stopping briefly at her uncovered and glistening pussy, before continuing up her tight stomach, her large breasts and finally stopping when he locked eyes with her.

Cassandra was fascinated with this stranger standing in front of her. He didn’t appear to be embarrassed or anything, and the entire time he had continued to stroke his erect cock. By now, Cassandra could see that he was decently well-endowed, with maybe seven or eight inches of length, and adequate girth to round it out. Again, the fantasy flooded back into her mind, and the stranger from her dream was replaced with the stranger standing before her.

She rolled onto her back once more, never breaking eye contact with the stranger. He followed suit, drilling down to his knees and watching her intently. Her arousal was at an all-time high, with the erotic sight before her and the thrill of being more or less completely naked in public pushing her ever higher. Her hands took on a mind of their own and began to trail up and down her body, her fingers raking across the front of her torso, dragging intently across her nipples. She could tell that the man enjoyed it, and his pace increased ever so slightly to match her growing arousal.

Apparently encouraged by this, the man scooted closer, still on his knees, and ended up right at the edge of the towel. His pace never stopped, never faltered. Locking eyes with Cassandra, he reached out with his free hand and made the motion of rubbing over her exposed breast. Her hands moved away, and his hand took the place of hers, cupping the underside of one of her tits before squeezing all the çankırı escort same.

Cassandra felt like her skin was on fire wherever the man touched her, his strong hand squeezing at her sensitive tits, teasing fingertips across her nipples. Her eyes rolled back just a bit as he moaned under his breath.

He appeared even more brave now, and scooted as close as he could, his knees pressed against Cassandra’s side, and played with her tits even more roughly now, pinching and tweaking her hardened nipples. The pace of his stroking grew progressively faster as he touched her more and more.

Cassandra was a woman possessed, her arousal driving out any thought of stopping or taking a step back. She could hardly believe how erotic the whole situation was, and she stared intently at the man’s cock as his hand whirred back and forth across its length. She could see his balls churn, boiling cum threatening to spill over the edge. She was barely conscious of it as he edged ever closer, his cock mere inches above her breasts, aimed directly at them.

The man panted, he breath growing more and more ragged as he quickly approached climax. He adjusted a little more, the tip of his cock now aimed straight across Cassandra’s tits, and he returned his gaze to her face. Her eyes telegraphed hunger. The hunger of a woman driven mad with arousal, and in a moment her need was communicated silently to him.

The moment they made eye contact, he lost all control. Cassandra was caught by surprise as the man began to spurt thick ropes of cum across her chest, a guttural groan forced from his mouth. One after the next, the streamers splattered across her tits, over her shoulder, across her neck, and down her stomach as he lost control of his now-frantic stroking. As he milked the last few droplets of cum from his shaft, he leaned back and admired his handiwork. She was absolutely covered in it, thick white ropes all over her body. She had never seen a man cum so much in one go before. The quiet of the beach was broken only by the ragged panting of the two of them.

Cassandra, before long, realized that she too had been caught up in the arousal, her fingers rubbing intently across her pussy the entire time. She slowed her pace, now just teasing slowly. Her mind was hazy, a mix of fantasy and erotic bliss continuing to stave off any sort of logical response to the whole situation. She released her clit and dragged her hands up and down her body, smearing the man’s cum all over herself. She looked over to where the man had been and found he was no longer there. He had just up and disappeared. There were footprints leading away, so she concluded that it had probably been real, but she couldn’t help but feel slightly disappointed that he hadn’t stuck around. Why she wanted him to stick around, she wasn’t sure of, but she wished all the same.

After a brief reprieve, she sat up and looked down towards the ocean. However, the first thing she saw was a random person waking along the beach, unaware of her still-naked presence. What really struck her, however, was the fact that the person she saw was also completely naked. Confusion, disbelief and realization all flitted across Cassandra’s face in the span of a few seconds, as reality washed over her like an ocean wave. She was still in public.

With a startled squeak, she fixed her bottoms and pulled her top back on to cover herself. Fighting to take a deep breath, she tried and failed to calm herself down. A million thoughts flooded her mind. Who was that man? Why was he watching her? Why had she let him touch her? Why had she left him cum on her?

With frantic pace, she messily packed up her things and made her way up the beach, across the dunes, and back to her car. Along the way, multiple beachgoers passed her by, all in various states of undress. She thought to herself as she walked along the path to the parking lot, “what the fuck? What the fuck is this beach?”

Her questions found answers at the trailhead. The signs she had ignored as she had excitedly made her way down to the beach earlier spelled it out as clear as day: clothing optional. A nude beach. No wonder it had been so quiet.

—

That night, after a long, hot shower, Cassandra settled into bed. A thousand questions had still gone unanswered as she fought to ignore them throughout the rest of the day.

“What the fuck were you thinking, Cassie?”

She looked across her bed to the novella, sitting on her nightstand almost mockingly. It gave her the answer she was looking for. She sighed deeply, and answered herself aloud:

“That was so hot.”

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(This is a fictional story about a fictional friend named Andrea (who goes by Andie), and a fictional little black dress I gave her as a gift.)

I held my phone up to my ear and heard the ringing on her end. I waited, a slight smile of anticipation on my face, for Andie to pick up my call.

“Sweet lady,” I said after we exchanged greetings, “I’ve sent you a gift. Let me know when it arrives. I want to see how it looks on you.”

“Oooh. What is it? Is it jewelry? Clothes? Shoes? I can’t wait to see.” She laughed and she said she would let me know. Her laugh always made me think of her smile, which in turn always made me want her. For as long as I knew her, that smile had a deeply erotic effect on me.

Andie and I weren’t exactly dating. In fact, we each had others in our lives but our connection was something special and unique, and I hoped that she was as drawn to me as I was to her.

Days later, my phone rang and it turned out to be Andie calling me to let me know that my gift, a cute black sleeveless dress with a short flaring skirt, had arrived. I had guessed at her size and hoped I was close. Andie is a petite woman and over time I had many opportunities to study her figure – in many outfits, in bathing suits, in lingerie, and of course fully naked. I really was in a good position to guess at her clothing sizes.

“It’s here, Dean,” she said. “Your gift arrived, and I love it!”

“Fantastic!” I said. “Are you wearing it now? Does it fit well? I just know that it’s going to look amazing on you.”

It was a little after 2pm, so I suggested a late lunch at Enrico’s, one of our favorite spots. Enrico’s is an Italian bar and restaurant in a standalone building that shared a parking lot with a strip mall that included a few larger and a few smaller stores.

“Please wear it now and please go commando. You get to choose what shoes and jewelry, of course,” a suggestion that made her laugh again.

I arrived at Enrico’s before her and sat at the bar. The place wasn’t at all crowded — just a few others in the bar area and from what I could see just one couple in the dining area.

I was sipping my drink and looked up to see her walk through the door, a broad smile registering on her face when she saw me. Once again, that smile stirred things in me! I looked her up and down and took it all in. Her lovely hair framed her face which had subtle and artistic makeup. She wore silver loop earrings and silver bracelets, and her elegant sandals were black with silver accents, setting off her very pretty little feet.

I slipped off the barstool and gestured for her to take my seat. She elegantly moved onto the barstool and faced me rather than the bar. Her legs dangled and as she crossed one over the other I tried to get a glimpse beneath the dress but unfortunately was too slow or at the wrong angle or both. Those pretty sandals kept her feet almost bare, and closer up I could see that the thin black straps just behind her toes were echoed with thin sparkly silver straps up and around her ankle.

I handed her my drink and as she reached for it I watched her silver bracelets sparkle in the bar light. She took a sip as I dropped a hand to her bare, beautiful thigh while looking at how the top of the dress also showed lots of skin. I slid the hand on her thigh slowly upward and she winked at me as I tried to verify that she was commando under that pretty little black dress.

“I dressed as you asked,” she said, and this time we both laughed.

“You really do look wonderful in that dress,” I said. She thanked and me, and I dropped cash on the bar to pay for the drink plus a healthy tip. We then walked hand in hand back up front to the hostess to ask for a table for our late lunch. As the hostess turned to lead us into the dining room, we followed, with my hand finding its way under that little black dress to caress Andie’s perfect bare çorum escort ass. She acted like nothing unusual was happening, keeping her face blank and looking toward the table the hostess gestured to. We sat down close together, and the hostess said the waiter would be with us shortly.

Enrico’s has lovely décor. Natural light was filtered through sheers on the far wall where there were a few booths, and overhead lighting balanced the light nicely without the room seeming too bright. The tables were covered in white tablecloths which provided a sense of elegance as well as a modicum of privacy.

When the waiter came to welcome us and to take our drink order, I could see that he enjoyed what he could see of Andie’s little black dress. Andie is slim and her breasts aren’t very large, but she is a very attractive woman and the dress showed plenty of her lovely decolletage. The dress also showed a lot of leg, of course, but the waiter couldn’t see that yet. We ordered drinks and started to look over the menu.

As our drinks arrived, the only other couple in the restaurant area stood to leave. As they walked toward the door, the man trailed his female companion by a step and took a good long look at Andie in her little black dress. He then caught my eye and raised his eyebrows suggestively and then glanced back toward Andie. I truly loved seeing how she affected other men around her!

The waiter came to take our order and Andie asked a question about an item on the menu. She leaned forward a bit and twisted her body while pointing to an item on the menu, asking about ingredients. This little maneuver caused the dress to fall away a bit at the top, showing lots of skin and almost exposing one of her lovely breasts, but not quite. I had to concentrate to not laugh out loud as I watched the waiter try to find the balance between professionalism and the opportunity to catch a glimpse of a beautiful women’s bare skin.

In the end we ordered a light lunch and received excellent service throughout, whether because of lovely Andie’s sexy look or because of the minimal crowd or both. As we ate, a few other couples entered the restaurant and sat at tables not very far away, but overall the crowd was small. Throughout the meal I lightly caressed Andie’s bare thigh but resisted the urge to reach any farther toward that heavenly spot where her beautiful legs came together.

Andie excused herself toward the end of the meal to go to the restroom. The position of my chair allowed me to watch her walk away, her slim hips swaying so seductively, into the little hallway with the restrooms. She turned before ever entering the restroom and did a sexy little dance for her audience of one to the music that was playing throughout the restaurant. When I nodded and smiled a big smile, she laughed silently, her head thrown back, and then pulled the dress open in a way that allowed her beautiful breasts to fully bounce freely into the light. They were, as always, magnificent. But most of all I loved that she was showing off in a public place, where she might be seen. She knew what turned me on and she loved it. She had an exhibitionist streak, so to speak, and I had a voyeuristic streak, and she made the most of it. In this way, and in many others, we were perfect together.

After about twenty seconds of sexy topless dancing, hands in the air, hair flowing with her head movements, she put those beautiful boobs back into her dress, turned toward the restroom door and looked over her shoulder smiling a sexy smile as she went inside.

When she returned we finished our lunch and our drinks, and I called for the check. I paid in cash, including a generous tip to thank our waiter. I held out a hand to help Andie to her feet and we walked slowly to the front door. Our waiter now could see Andie’s lovely legs and it was his turn to break into a big smile. denizli escort I once again caressed Andie’s bare ass under the flare of her little black dress, but only for a moment. I didn’t look back to see who might have noticed.

We stepped outside and, as it was only about 4:30pm on a warm spring day, it was still quite light out. Andie had parked near Enrico’s, but I had parked maybe halfway between the restaurant and the other stores. There were many cars very close to those stores, and a smaller number in the area in between where I had parked.

“I parked over there,” I said pointing. “Not far at all. Walk over with me. I have a fun idea. I’ll walk you back to your car afterwards.”

She frowned a bit, wondering what this was all about, but shrugged and agreed. We walked, hand in hand, the 50 feet or so to where my car was parked among a cluster of 8-10 other cars.

“I really love that little black dress and how you look in it, Andie!” I said. “It’s even better than I imagined. Be my gorgeous model! Let me take some pictures of you, in that pretty dress for now.”

She frowned at the strange wording, then smiled, then shrugged again, and said “Sure, why not!”

I walked her toward the front of my car, angled her to take advantage of the position of the late afternoon sun, and started taking pictures. I posed her in different, increasingly flirtatious ways and she moved and posed as if she had been a model all her life. She was stunning.

“How about a sexy little topless dance for me like in the restaurant?” I asked. “I’ll take a video.”

“Out here? I don’t know about this, Dean! We’re in a public place!” she said. I had the sense though that she wanted to be convinced. Andie loves to show off under the right circumstances.

“Sure, it’s public. But there’s nobody nearby. And we both know that you really want to,” I said. “You always tell me that you are a ‘wild child.’ Think how sexy it’ll feel to be exposed here where you could be seen but nobody knows you.”

And with just the shortest hesitation, she pushed the straps of the dress off her shoulders and down towards her waist and she was topless and dancing in the afternoon sun in a parking lot. We really did have this part of the parking lot to ourselves, the nearest people visible at least 50 yards away near to the larger stores. Just the two of us, me with a smartphone camera taking video and her topless and dancing to the music in her head. It was fantastic. He small breasts moved so beautifully as she danced, and her face showed her mix of emotions — uncertainty and embarrassment but also thrill. With each passing moment she appeared to be more committed to her sexy dance.

“That’s really beautiful, Andie,” I said. “You always take my breath away! Now let’s go over here.” I pointed to an area by the door of my car, between my car and the empty car parked next to it. She followed as it provided a little bit of cover.

I reached out my hand towards her. “Drop the dress and give it to me,” I said, choosing my tone carefully. I wasn’t asking but there was a kindness in my voice. I was doing this for both of us.

She didn’t speak but her eyes widened and she looked around. I saw a shiver go through her and her eyes closed. I watched to see what would happen next.

As I hoped, she reached back behind her to the remaining clasp on the dress. Once undone, it was loose at her hips. After a second of hesitation, she pushed it over her hips and it slipped down her legs puddling at her feet. She stepped out of it and was now nude in the parking lot, the late afternoon sun making her skin glow. She reached down and picked the dress up in one hand, and then put it in my still outstretched hand. Stepping back, I looked her up and down and she was a vision of beauty. She had her hands clasped behind her back as though they were bound. She düzce escort was fully naked but for her silver earrings and bracelets and her black and silver sandals. Andie has close cropped pubic hair in a tiny triangle that generally obscures her lips, but from my angle those pretty lips were visible through her hair in the waning daylight. I could see that her nipples were hard and her areolas were puckered, whether from arousal or chill I couldn’t say for sure. What I could say was that in that moment she was the most erotic vision I’d ever seen.

When I looked at her face, I expected her to seem nervous with her eyes lowered but what I saw instead was that she looked me right in the eyes and had a slight smile on her face. She moved her hands to her hips. My sense was that in just the span of thirty or forty seconds she had gone from nude and nervous to nude and confidently aroused.

“Andie, I want to take some photos and videos of you now,” I said. “I’ll add these to my big collection and they could easily become my favorites.” I started taking a few still photos and didn’t need to ask for poses. Andie moved with erotic grace and each photo seemed even more beautiful than the one before.

Next, I pointed toward a large SUV about 5 cars away from mine. “See the blue SUV a few cars down? I want you to walk slowly along the backs of these cars to that SUV, turn to your right to walk alongside the SUV, and then turn right again to come back to me. I want you to walk slowly. Okay?”

Andie nodded and then closed her eyes with the smile still on her face. She took a deep breath and started walking. I took 6 or 7 photos and then paused to open my car door and throw the little back dress in to land on the passenger seat, then relocking the door. I turned back just in time to see Andie ready to turn towards me, so I started video recording. After she turned to face me and elegantly walked two steps toward me, our intimate private party got unexpected party crashers. A car drove by not fifteen feet from Andie with two men in the front seats. They beeped the horn and hollered a bit through the lowered windows and Andie waived at them while laughing. I got it all on video. She continued walking and reached me about ten seconds later.

“Where’s my dress?” she asked.

“I have it for you, just one thing first,” I said.

I put my arms around her loosely and quickly but gently moved her so that her back was to my car and I closed the distance, kissing her hard on the lips. She leaned into that kiss, one hand at the back of my head and one at my shoulder. I moved one hand from her waist to her bare breast, and the other dipped into my jacket pocket, pulling out a bullet vibe. I hit the switch and moved it to her sweet pussy. I found her wet and swollen, obviously aroused from the public exhibition. I slid the bullet vibe to the spot where I knew it would push her buttons — just above her clit.

She gasped at the first touch and then went back to kissing me, moaning into my mouth. Her body danced a different dance now and in less than a minute she was cumming and trying to quiet the erotic noises that I knew so well and that she would naturally make in a more private setting.

As her lover, I also knew when to back off the vibe and kiss her again. And I knew that she would now feel exposed and naked in a way that needed protection and care from me rather than continued seduction.

“Hop into the car, and I’ll drive us away while you slip back into that pretty little dress. I’ll get you back to your car after that.”

She jumped in and slumped down, grabbing her dress to drape over her naked body and burst out laughing as I started the car and drove away. I drove around the lot in a way that avoided others as she twisted and slid into that dress. I stole happy glances at her as she arched her back to pull it over her hips, which caused her bare top to rise upwards and become a bit more exposed. Within a short time, she was wearing that pretty dress again and the show was over for now.

I drove her back to her car for a few kisses before we parted. We both knew that that dress would now hold a fantastic memory for us both.

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Wren stood outside the theme park and shivered a little, the spring day was

still a little chilly but she was glad of it. If what they had planned happened then she had no doubt she would soon be more than warm enough. Walking through the entrance gates she spotted Yuki, he was hard to miss, six foot of gorgeous

muscular man with thick dark brown hair that fell just to his shoulders in silky waves and always caught people’s attention, his smile and warm whiskey coloured eyes made him a strikingly beautiful man. Wren felt very lucky his Boyfriend had loaned him to her for the day, she had played with the two before, and they with her, they shared an unusual friendship where they would on occasion do scenes together or just have fun. The guys were only open with her and she with them, she loved them dearly but theirs was just a sexual friendship, the two guys were head over heels and Wren had the lucky position to be able to be between them sometimes.

This type of day was usually done with them both here, mainly because they loved overwhelming her with their double dose of dominance and she loved challenging them at every turn. But Sen was busy at work today and had told Yuki to give Wren a doubly hard time of it and keep him informed via text. Wren was nervous, she had wanted this awhile and they had done similar, but in remote parks or areas where few people actually were. This was a fairly busy theme park, it was adults only day thankfully, but there were still lots of people about. She was pulled into the locker area where Yuki pushed a bag into her hand and instructed her to go to the bathroom. She knew the drill, from now on she could only stop this if she safeworded out.

She slipped into the bathroom stall blushing as she pulled out a silk bag, inside was an unusually shaped wearable vibe, a medium-sized plug and a sachet of lube. She went to the bathroom, washed her hands and slipped back into the stall slipping the vibe inside her pussy and tucking her panties back over it, it made her bite her lip even when not on, brushing against her g spot as she moved. Her long summer dress would keep it hidden but she worried if she got too wet. Though with the dress nearly hitting the floor she should be safe. Thankfully with a dress on she was limited on what rides she could go on. She glared at the plug and put it back in the bag, maybe later.

Yuki smiled when she walked out, his innocent smile not reflecting the no doubt filthy thoughts he was having, he tutted at the plug still in the bag and bayburt escort made her promise to later put it in also. They strolled down the main street hand in hand, giggling at the fountains soaking people unexpectedly. Wren was sipping a juice when she felt a low but insistent vibration start inside her, glaring at Yuki intently looking at his mobile and no doubt checking out the app settings. He made her jump and almost spill the juice when he ran it up to max for a split second. Her full body shivered as he turned it off and she had to stop herself from whining. She had gone still, legs clenched together until he walked over, stroked her arm and pulled her hand onto a smaller rollercoaster. He kept turning the vibe on and off and Wren hoped she was convincing that her screams were the cause of the ride. One woman raised her eyebrow at Wren’s blush as they left the coaster but just winked and smirked at Wren as she passed.

They went on like this most of the day until late afternoon when Yuki insisted she go put in the plug also. She went to the bathroom and did exactly that. The feel of the medium plug, from which a small soft ponytail fell and tickled against the back of her legs and thighs, was maddening. They had her in a pony plug and a vibe. The feel of the fair-sized plug stretching her ass and rubbing through her walls against the vibe was just too much at first. It took a good ten minutes to catch her breath in the bathroom and not to cum, she had been told not to until Yuki said to.

The tail from the plug only fell to just above her knee and was thin enough that it could not be spotted beneath her dress, she had triple checked in the mirror.

She had the shakes from being denied orgasm all day. Yuki patted her back and called her a good girl making her blush. Then he led her to a busy jungle style cafe. Their table was half outdoors and behind lots of foilage but there were still lots of sounds from nearby tables as the place was full. Yuki sat next to her and stroked her thigh as she shook, sitting awkwardly due to the plug, she had found the best way was to sit forward but this put more pressure on the vibe which was going at a (thankfully silent) low vibration. She barely paid attention as Yuki fed her bits of fruit and cakes and made her drink her water.

She was slowly going mad at the vibrations that were now oscillating at a stronger rate. Yuki tortured her all through the meal, stroking her thighs, adjusting how she sat and muttering filthy suggestions bilecik escort in her ears quietly. He knew she had a thing for his voice. Her legs were shaky enough when she was getting up that she needed help. He led her out back into the darkening evening, it was cool out but she felt boiling and so hypersensitive that she worried even a breeze would make her cum. But she bit her lip and carried on as Yuki kept changing the pulses of the vibe and the tail plug brushed against the back of her thighs, lighting up every nerve ending with pleasure. The vibe when on strong made the plug feel as if it too were vibrating and she was flush with the desperate need to cum. When they were by the lake she clung to a railing as Yuki grabbed her hand and whispered in her ear “Cum” and she turned her head into his neck, biting as she came to keep herself quiet. Yuki groaned and stroked her back. She vaguely heard him muttering something about her having a headache as he stroked her hair and a few people passed. Her panties were soaked with her slick and she felt some wetness on her thighs even.

Yuki’s eyes looked feral and he led her quickly, on very shaky legs, to a garden walk that seemed to be under construction. They slipped past a fern and found a dark corner behind a shed. Yuki grabbed her and pushed her against the wooden wall, her ass thrust out as he checked around and then lifted her dress. He moaned at how soaked she was, pulling her panties to one side to see the vibe and to fully free the tail which swished against her thighs. He pulled out the vibe from her pussy with a wet sound and pulled her head back by the hair “Dirty girl, look how wet you got at the thought of all those people knowing I was playing with you” he smirked at her and dropped the plug near the bag. He used his other hand to lift the white ponytail and drape it on her back, making her moan as the plug shifted inside her. “You make such a pretty pony, maybe one day we’ll kit you out with a bit, bridle and hooves, take you out for a walk in the fields and breed you in a stable huh?” She moaned at the filthy thought, not her kink but it sounded so hot.

He bit her neck hard, making her buck in his hold “Turnaround is fair play naughty girl, wait till Sen sees my neck, he’ll get the crop out on your ass again.” He played with her plug, making her tense and moan, slapping her ass but keeping an ear out for anyone nearby. After a particularly loud spank, they heard a group of people pass nearby, out of sight and heard bingöl escort them saying “what was that?”

Yuki unzipped his trousers quietly, slipped on a condom and thrust inside Wren’s pussy. Hand on the back of her neck and her hands braced against the wall as he roughly ground into her, the plug adding to her already overwhelming tightness.

He growled in her ear “Don’t even think about cumming”. He then pulled out, slipped the vibe back inside her and pulled out the tail plug, sliding into her ass in slow increments, stretching her as he went. She bit into her own hand and whimpered, he groaned into her neck. “So fucking tight, Good girl, if we were out somewhere quieter I’d cum in your ass and make you put in the plug until we got home so Sen could see how good you’ve been”. She nodded frantically and he huffed a laugh “Not this time baby, the car journey with cum running down your legs wouldn’t be fun.”

Tears ran down her face as she desperately wanted to cum, the gorgeous stretch of Yuki in her ass and the now on again vibe in her pussy making them both pant.

His hands bruised her hips as he clung to her so tightly, thrusting in roughly until he came into the condom with a groan against her neck. He pulled her hair with a little tug and helped her clean up and slip the plug back in. All the unsteady walk back he ramped up the vibe and she could not stop the occasional oversensitive tear or whimper. He kept his arm around her, grounding her until they got to the car.

He spread a blanket across the back seat and made her lay there ass up as he drove out of the carpark and to a nearby pull in at the side of a quiet road.

There he made her get out, wrapped up her skirt around her waist and made her prance up and down behind a line of trees so he could see the ponytail bounce and sway. Then he told her to get on all fours, lifted the tail and pushed the vibe up to max, making her scream out and startle a few birds in a nearby tree into flight. He stroked her hair and patted her ass, telling her to cum and she came so hard she squirted all over the grass below her, shaking like a leaf as she laid her head on the ground. She stayed there as he fetched wipes, cleaned her down, took out the plug and vibe and lay her in the car, giving her water and snacks and holding her as she came back to herself. Telling her how amazing she was.

Later that night Wren was wrapped up in her own bed marvelling over what an amazing day it had been, nerve-wracking at times but she had never cum that hard before and had no idea how she had held out from cumming until allowed to, she usually struggled with that. Her body still had a low hum of pleasure running through it and despite the prospect of a boring day at work tomorrow she could not wait until her next dirty little adventure with the guys.

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Day 1

Natalie missed Gary. She missed his forthright manner and how he saw through and appreciated her little game. It had been a week of flashing her panties to different men on the train, sometimes catching them out, but it wasn’t the same. There wasn’t the thrill of showing them her cunt like she did Gary. Gone was the excitement of making plans to go even further and then carrying them out as she had done with him. She felt guilty that she had just blown him off without a word and gone off chasing other thrills. Taking a chance, she decided to text him and tell him she would be on the beach at sunset if he wanted to see her again. She owed him an apology at the very least.

She was sitting on a towel as the beach grew darker with the setting sun. Natalie looked hopefully around but there was nobody in sight. It looked like she wasn’t going to get the opportunity to apologize or see him again. With a heavy heart, she started to collect her things to leave. It served her right.

“Leaving just as I get here.” A voice came from behind her. Turning around, her face broke into a broad smile. He had come after all. Grabbing him, she kissed him and then fussed about laying out towels again for them. They both sat down and she poured them both a plastic glass of wine

“I’m sorry.” She said, handing him a glass. He smiled at her. He knew what she was like and was just glad that she had contacted him. He had missed her just as much.

“So, how many men have you caught looking up your skirt?” He asked, smiling.

“None that openly ogled me like you.” She told him. “You’ve ruined it completely.” She said smiling.

“Good,” he said, sliding his fingertips down the outside of her thigh. She wanted him and let her legs fall open hoping he would stroke down the inside as well. She wasn’t disappointed. lowly he ran his fingers up along the inside of her thigh. Reaching down, she slid up the dress bunched between her legs revealing her panties. He ran his fingers lightly over them, feeling every bulge and crevice of her lovely cameltoe. He was loving her apology so far. She shivered at the light touch of his fingertips pressing into her slit through the material and felt her cunt getting wet. Before he could even contemplate slipping his hand inside her panties, she gripped the tops of them and slid them down. Fuck, her cunt was just like he remembered it, smooth and enticing with its slightly parted lips..

They lay back together on the towels and kissed. With her legs open and her panties around her ankles he pressed his hand to her cunt, his middle finger starting to stroke her aroused hard clit. She moaned into his open mouth as he rubbed her towards orgasm, her legs opening even wider. She wanted him to fuck her, right there on the beach.

“Fuck me.” she panted, her cunt needing his hard cick inside it. Sitting up, he pulled her panties off her ankles and tossed them aside. Pushing her legs apart, he knelt between them and undid his pants, pushing them down and releasing his thick rigid cock. She stared at it standing straight up in front of him. Fuck she wanted that inside her. With his pants around his knees, he moved over her, guiding the swollen head of his cock to her eager wet opening. Feeling the tip pressed into her entrance, he pushed inside, forcing his cock deep into her cunt. She moaned at the feeling of him filling her, his thick cock rubbing her insides as he thrust in and out.

“Oh yes, that’s it, fuck my cunt.” She encouraged him. “Fuck it hard.” He drove himself inside her, ramming his cock deep, his bare ass rising and falling with every hard thrust.

“Oh God.” she cried out, her cunt starting to cum. Above her he moaned, his straining cock about to erupt. He drove every inch deep inside her cunt and froze, his pulsing cock filling her cunt with thick warm cum. He rolled off her and they lay naked from the waist down on the towels under the moonlight, breathing heavily.

“Thats the best fucking apology I’ve ever had.” He panted and they both burst out laughing. He pulled up his pants while she on the other hand pulled her dress off over her head. She wanted to be naked in the moonlight and it was okay with him, she looked stunning naked. They sat drinking wine for a while before they decided it was time to leave,

“Can you do me a favor before we go?” she asked.

“Yes, what’s that?” he replied.

“Can you dig me another hole?” He smiled and did as she asked. Just like last time, he knelt watching as she sat on the edge of the hole with her legs wide open and pissed into it, the warm stream of pee reflecting the moonlight as it flowed out of her cunt. He could never tire of watching her do that. Natalie pulled on her dress and panties and collecting her stuff stood up.

“So, I’ll see you on the train next week eh.” he said, winding her up.

“Where do you think you’re going? You’re coming home with me.” She said indignantly. He smiled and then she realized he had been teasing. Just as well because she wasn’t done with his cock yet. Even though her cunt was satisfied, it was only temporary, She was in the mood to fuck and Gary was it. Not only that, she had missed him and the excitement he generated in her. Hand in hand they set bitlis escort off for her apartment..

Gary sat on the sofa with a glass of wine waiting for Natalie to return from the bedroom. When she did, he had to look twice, she was stark naked. He watched her cross the room and pick up her glass of wine off the coffee table.

“Should I be taking my clothes off too?” he asked.

“No, not yet.” she told him. “You can look but no touching.” she added. She was doing it again, getting him aroused, letting him see what he couldn’t have just yet. Sitting in her chair across from him, she opened her legs. His eyes travelled from her ample breasts down to the lovely shaved cunt nestled between her parted thighs. Her plan was working. He wanted that cunt so much he was already hard inside his pants. It was just like the train except she was totally naked. She knew it too. She could feel his eyes boring into her cunt wanting to fuck it. His arousal made her even wetter between the legs.

“Do you like my tits?” she asked, squeezing and rolling a nipple between her thumb and finger.

“Fuck yes.” he said, his cock no fully erect, trapped in his pants. She rubbed the other nipple and then slowly slid one leg up onto the arm of her chair, exposing and parting her cunt even more.

“How about my cunt? Do you like it, I do.” she said as she slowly ran a finger up its wet parted slit. His cock strained in his pants, he wanted to fuck her but all he could do was watch her slowly rubbing her clit and slipping her fingers inside her wet cunt. Wet and aroused, It was all she could do to stop herself making it cum. That wasn’t the game though. The game was to torture him, make him desperate for the cunt between her legs. It was working, all he could think of was ramming his cock into her wet hole. Figuring he had been tortured enough, she withdrew her fingers and smiling at him, sat wit her legs closed. Natalie couldn’t believe the huge bulge in his pants. She could see the stiff outline of his rigid cock pressing against the material

“Take it out.” she said breathlessly. Gary unzipped his pants, reached in and pulled out his hard cock. Fuck, it looked huge Natalie thought as she stared at it. “Pull it.” she croaked, her cunt throbbing even more with a longing for it inside her. He started to slowly pull himself, sliding his hand up and down his swollen rigid shaft, precum starting to ooze from the tip. He couldn’t look between her legs, it would make him cum if he did. “Stop.” she moaned. She knew he was close and she was determined he wasn’t going to waste that hard cock and his cum on his hand. He sat there with his rigid cock jerking with excitement. He was too far gone to fuck now she thought. He would only last seconds. Better to let them both calm down a bit. “You can take your clothes off now.” she said, hoping that was the distraction they both needed. Standing up, he began to strip. Shoes and socks, then his shirt and finally, he slid his pants down and kicked them off. His cock was still rigid but a little less excited by the time he had finished.

Natalie stood up, crossed the room and standing in front of him, reached out and took him in her hand. It was risky but she just had to hold that lovely thick cock. Slowly she pulled it, not fast enough to make him cum. Gary groaned at the feel of her hand sliding along his hard shaft and reached between her legs in response. His fingers dug into Natalie’s wet cunt as she stroked him. “Slowly.” she whispered as he tried desperately to finger fuck her fast and make her cum. It was too late, there was no going back. He thrust his fingers hard and fast into her and she pulled him faster. They clung together, both shaking, frantically masturbating each other. Suddenly, they both fell over the edge and came together, jerking as her cunt gushed on his fingers inside her and his cock squirted cum across the room onto the carpet. They stood gasping and twitching from their massive orgasms. It wasn’t a fuck but it was fucking awesome nonetheless. Gary flopped onto the couch as Natalie refilled their wine. She joined him on the couch and they sipped their drinks thirstily as they recovered together.

“We were meant to fuck.” Natalie laughed.

“I wouldn’t have got it inside you.” Gary said, his chest still heaving slightly.

“You know what.” she said.

“What?” he asked.

“I enjoyed that just as much.” she told him, smiling.

“Me too.” he replied, lifting his arm up for her to cuddle into him. They stayed like that for the next hour, only moving to get up and refresh their drinks. Both in the mood again, they knew it was time for bed. Even before they had reached the bedroom, Natalie had decided she wanted him to take her from behind. She loved having cock thrust inside her in that position. Entering the bedroom, she climbed onto all fours with open legs, offering her cunt up to him. Seeing her round ass cheeks and open waiting hole beneath them, he climbed onto the bed pulling his cock, eager to be inside her. Pressing himself against her ass, he found her opening with his hard cock and pushed into her wet eager throbbing cunt.

Natalie moaned as his rigid cock filled her and began thrusting bolu escort in and out.

Day 2

“You know how you like to display yourself.” He said as he slowly stroked his finger up and down her pussy as they lay in bed in the morning. It wasn’t an arousing fondle, more like an intimate gesture.

“Yes.” She said, wondering where this was leading.

“What if you could flash the whole beach and no one realized it.” He said.

“How would I do that?” She asked, suddenly interested.

“It’s a surprise, leave it to me, but I’ll have to go out in a bit.” He told her.

She was so glad she had made up with Gary. He knew her so well and was on board with everything she did. He understood her. What the hell was he up to though. His grin was purely evil.

“Stand still.” he said several hours later as she stood in the middle of the living room naked with her arms outstretched while Gary painstakingly painted her naked skin. He stood back and looked at her.

“Perfect.” He said. “Don’t get too close to anyone and they will never know you’re naked.” Gary had painted a black swimsuit on her naked body. Only her hard nipples and clear cameltoe gave it away. Natalie looked at herself in the mirror. Fuck yes, that would work. She couldn’t wait to get down to the beach. She turned and looked at him adoringly. He had embraced her game and was taking it to a whole new level. Actively helping her to expose herself in public.

“It’s water based so stay clear of the ocean.” He told her. Carefully, Natalie put on her clothes over the body paint. She was going to parade down the beach totally naked and they wouldn’t even know it. Gary collected a box of wine and some plastic glasses and they made off for the beach.

The sun was at about forty five degrees in the sky when Natalie slipped off her dress. She was naked but felt like she was clothed in his swimsuit of paint. There were people in the water and spread over the sand. Gary took her hand and led her down to the water’s edge. Casually, they began to stroll along the beach. No one paid any attention, all they could see was a woman in a very close fitting swimsuit. That was not to say that she didn’t get looks. Men in and out of the water lusted after her with their eyes. If only they knew they were staring at her naked cunt and not some costume.

“How’s that?” Gary asked as they strolled the waterline.

“Fucking unreal.” Natalie said. “The whole world can see my tits and cunt and they don’t even know it,”

“I can.” He said smiling as he looked down at where her thighs met.

Returning to their towels, they sat and drank their wine as the crowd on the beach slowly thinned. Even the man who had been lying on his stomach and ignored his wife’s concerns about a sunburned back had gone. He had been staring between Natalie’s legs and didn’t fancy having to explain the hard cock in his shorts to the wife and kids if he turned over.

“I think I’ll go for a swim.” Natalie said, getting up off the towel.

” Remember what I said, it’s not waterproof.” Gary reminded her.

“I know.” Natalie said with a devilish grin.

While Natalie was in the water rubbing the paint off her body, Roger and Sally walked up to where Gary was sitting,

“Hello stranger.” Roger said, “Mind if we join you?” The couple sat down and Gary poured them a glass of wine.

“What’s the hole for?” Roger asked. Gary was about to reply when Natalie emerged from the water totally naked, all the paint having washed off. Roger couldn’t help himself and stared between her legs, openly showing he wanted her cunt. If he had just been a little more attentive, he would have noticed that Sally, his wife, was doing exactly the same.

“Hello you two.” Natalie said, standing there, totally naked. Bending over she picked up a towel and started drying herself off with her smooth shaved cunt right at their eye level. They seemed shocked that she had walked out of the water completely naked with other people not too far away on the beach. Their dismay made Natalie smile. Apparently there were things you just didn’t do like parading stark naked on a beach. While Sally sat shocked with her mouth open, Roger couldn’t give a fuck and was just happy staring at Natalie’s bare cunt.

“We thought you might like another game of cards.” Sally said, trying to hide her excitement as Natalie pulled on her dress. Her and Roger hadn’t been able to think of anything else since their last encounter and had fucked like rabbits all week with the added excitement it had given to their waning sex life.

“You know just how to spoil a woman.” Natalie said, noticing the hole Gary had dug in the sand. Always needing to pee at the beach, probably from the cool water or the noise of the waves, she squatted over the hole in the sand with her dress pulled up and her legs wide open. “What do you think?” she asked as she started to piss into the hole. As much as they tried to ignore it, both Roger and Sally couldn’t help but look, turned on by the sight of Natalie’s pissing cunt.

“As long as I don’t have to suck Roger’s cock.” Gary joked.

“Cards it is then.” Natalie said, shaking the last drops of piss off her cunt. Gary collected burdur escort their things while Natalie pulled on her dress. No need for panties, she thought. Excited and filled with anticipation, Sally and Roger walked with them towards Natalie’s apartment. Sally’s cunt was already aroused and wet and Roger’s cock grew harder the closer they got. Having played the game, they were full of anticipation. Anything could happen, It all depended on who had the highest card and what they desired.

“Let’s play cards.” Natalie said, inside her apartment, pulling her dress off over her head, leaving her naked from head to toe. When she turned around, Sally had Rogers shorts pulled down at the front and was frantically pulling his hard thick cock as his fingers scrambled to find her aroused clit inside her pants.

“Not yet.” Natalie said. Walking up to them naked. “Let the cards decide.” she said, replacing Sally’s hand on Rogers cock with her own, her other hand slipping down inside Sally’s panties. ” You fucking want to cum don’t you?” she said, rubbing them both. Roger reached out for Natalie’s bare cunt but she pulled away. “All in good time.” she told him as her hand stroked his rigid cock and her fingers rubbed at Sally’s excited clit.

“Get undressed,” she ordered them and they hastily shed their clothes. All three sat naked on the floor, their hearts beating fast as Natalie shuffled the cards. Behind them, Gary was stripping off his clothes after putting away everything they had carted back from the beach. Natalie dealt the cards and Roger had the highest, He knew it was a cliche but he just had to see it, Turning to his wife he smiled.

“Lick Natalie’s cunt,” he ordered her. Sally couldn’t have wished for a better task. She had been eyeing up Natalie’s cunt ever since she saw it piss in the sand earlier on the beach. Also happy with the task, Natalie spread her legs wide as Sally crawled on all fours between them. Natalie groaned softly as Sally’s eager tongue stroked up her wet parted slit, the tip rubbing her aroused hard clit. Watching from behind, as much as he wanted to see his wife lick pussy, Roger couldn’t take his eyes off his wife’s wet cunt, Every fibre of his being wanted to fuck it.

“Fuck her.” Natalie said pulling her cunt away from Sally’s mouth, Sally flipped over and opened her legs, Roger was on her in a second, pushing his rigid cock into her cunt.

“Slowly.” Natalie said, walking behind Roger. With her legs wide open, she rubbed her wet cunt up and down on his back as he thrust his hard cock inside his wife. Determined not to be left out, Gary knelt beside Sally and laid his hard cock across her open mouth, Desperate to be fucked both ends, Sally enveloped his cock with her mouth, sucking on it hard as her husband filled her cunt.

“Stop!” Natalie yelled. It wasn’t her call but she made it anyway. Roger pulled out of Sally, his cock rigid and twitching while Gary reefed his cock out of Sally’s mouth and rubbed his hard thick shaft all over her face. Sally moaned and squirmed on the floor, her unfulfilled cunt and hungry mouth both aching for more hard cock.

“Let’s go to the pub for a drink first.” Natalie said. Helping Sally up off the floor. Needing to find Sally a dress to wear, both women went into the bedroom leaving the men languishing with their unrelieved hard cocks and aching cum filled balls.

“Tell me what you do.” Sally asked as Natalie picked out a dress to loan her. “I want to flash my cunt just like you, it’s exciting.” she said. Natalie explained just how she had got Gary interested,

“Fuck.” that’s so sexy Sally told her. She looked at herself in the mirror. The dress fitted well except for around the bust. Her tits were bigger than Natalie’s and the dress was a little tight there. Natalie told her it looked fine and that with tits like hers in a tight dress she was going to get stares, The first step on being an exhibitionist.

“What’s the next step?” Sally asked.

“Get rid of these.” Natalie smiled as she reached up under Sally’s dress and pulled down her panties.

Both women stood in front of the full length mirror and pulled up their dresses revealing their shaved cunts.

“Perfect,” Natalie said. With that, they smoothed their dressed back down and rejoined the now dressed men in the living room. The four of them walked to the bar Natalie and Gary had visited, the men blissfully ignorant that the two women were absolutely naked under their dresses.

“Oh look, our table’s vacant.” Natalie said, making a beeline for it. Sally joined her and they sat next to each other while the men went to the bar to get drinks. “You know what to do.” Natalie said to Sally while they waited for the men to return. “Just like I told you.” she said. Carrying two drinks each, the men passed them out and sat opposite the two women. They all raised their glasses. “To us.” Gary said and they all took a sip. As Sally placed her glass back on the table, her arm accidentally knocked her packet of cigarettes onto the floor. Being closest and a gentleman, Roger bent to pick them up for her. As soon as his head was below the table, Sally opened her legs giving him a wonderful view up her dress and between her parted thighs. Roger froze under the table, his whole attention focused on the lovely shaved aroused cunt between his wife’s open thighs. Sally could feel his stare boring into her cunt. Picking up the cigarettes, Roger was so distracted he banged his head on the underside of the table as he went to sit up.

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He watched her from the opera house mezzanine for a time; thrilled by her.

Helena stood in the foyer, beautiful, elegant and alone as the crowd streamed around her. She wore the Claudert de Moen mini with opaque thigh highs and white blouse, black heels, the silver chain and earrings; hair in an updo. She watched the people as they came through the doors, smiled from time to time when she noticed them smiling at her, but always watched with her deep green eyes for Him.

He let her wait for a time, then went down to surprise her, coming up behind her, covering her eyes with his hands, nibbling at her ear. He could feel her give a little excited shiver. She smelled of lavender and Eau de Montage.

“Let’s undress you now,” he whispered.

Her hand came up to gently pry at his. “Mmmm,” she said and giggled. “Who might we offend?”

When he escorted her to their box, she leaned into him down the dimly lit corridor. He let his hand fall to the small of her back when they entered their box nearly overhanging stage left. They emerged into the light, sight and sound of the gorgeous Baroque opera house with its gilded ceiling, enormous chandelier, the elegant men and women below.

They sat and she leaned into him again. She was warm and there was now just the faintest tang of her perspiration. She held his hand and her palm was cool and her hand firm in his. He commented on the full house. She praised their excellent seats. And each did not say to the other what they really wanted to say.

But when the lights dimmed and the orchestra began the overture, he gave her hand a squeeze, leaned in and whispered, “now take down your balıkesir escort skirt.”

She did not react in that instant but he watched with delight her awkward fidget, a slight pressing together of her knees, the age-old defense mechanism. She looked out across the opera house. She took a breath. She squeezed his hand, then drew hers away to her lap.

He saw her rise slightly in the dark and knew the skirt was off her waist. But not just the skirt, her panties too, down off her hips and beneath her as she nestled back into her seat. She took the skirt down to her knees, exposing the bare flesh of her thighs just above her stockings. Just as the big timpani drum was struck in that rhythm that set the coming scene of the storm at sea.

“All the way off,” he said.

She quickly brought skirt and panties down to her ankles, leaned forward to pull her feet through and then hand the bundle of silky fabric over to him.

He stuffed it in the space to the right of his chair. He waited for the moment when it was clear the overture was nearly at an end.

“Now the stockings,” he said.

She slipped them off her thighs, left first and then the right, down to her ankles working quickly so as to find some way to hide her nakedness once the curtain rose.

She made to cross her legs but he stopped her with a gentle touch at her knee. Then, as the curtain lifted and the Captain of the floundering ship came out to sing “La Madeliana,” he began to run his hand up and down the smooth, cool flesh of her leg, circling at her knee, squeezing gently, knowing how that brought her quick to excitement.

Up bartın escort and down, up and down he went, ever closer to the warmth between her legs but never reaching it even as the singing went on through the first act. She rested her head on his shoulder and he felt her part her legs, relaxing into the moment. But he avoided her sex, her mat of pubic hair he knew by now was moist with drops of her honey.

Not even during the heroine’s duet with her love, when Helena most expected it because the operetta was nearly at intermission, did he touch her where she so much wanted. But he could feel the slickness on her inner thighs and she squeezed his arm, swallowed and whispered hoarsely, “please.”

Instead, he merely continued the gentle caressing and took her to the curtain and the house lights up. In the sudden chandelier brilliance all sparkling and orange-warm, she sat legs spread, pretty labia engorged, in some far-away land of her own. The red velvet seat fabric was wet where she sat.

He gave her leg a gentle squeeze, bringing her back to their reality. She brought her legs together, pressing her knees, held the Playbill in her lap.

“Take me home now?” she said and her face was rosy pink, her eyes deep and dark and smoldering.

“That’s impossible,” he said, “you’re half-naked.”

He let her cross her legs instead, noting with satisfaction how composed she kept herself. Her breathing slowed to normal. The flush in her cheeks faded.

When the lights blinked twice to summon the audience back, he made her part her legs again. She leaned forward to hide her sex from view batman escort of those returning to their boxes across the house and those in the upper levels who might chance to look. It was going to start all over again she knew and she felt at once desire and shame.

He started playing with her again even before the lights went down. Again he caressed her bare thigh but this time, slowly, ever so slowly, his hand dipped down between her legs. He felt her settle herself in the chair, raising her hips to give him better access.

But this was only a tease for he did not touch her there again all during the scene of the lover’s quarrel, concentrating instead on her pretty knee, circling with his thumb in that mysterious way that filled her with a funny, gradually building warmth.

As the third act began, he finally let his fingers stray into the wet mess between her legs. Her labia spread like the just-unfurled petals of some nectar-covered flower. He traced around, around and back out to the soft flesh of her inner thigh, back again for just the slightest touch. Her legs spread as wide as she dared, begging him.

He dipped his finger between her petals and felt the little sticky suction, pulled away as she squirmed, continued touching her thigh, her knee, back to her pussy, brushed her clit. Helena, refined, elegant, heart racing now, nipples hard, breath strained.

He timed it with her just so– with the heroine in the grove pining for her love lost at sea and watching the quiet of the new dawn.

In that silent and miraculous moment, his finger just brushing Helena’s clit, he brought her to orgasm.

She pressed her knees together hard, grabbed the armrest in something like terror as she gave a tiny, suppressed cry that hung in the quiet of the opera house and was unmistakably what it was.

Until it mingled with the flute and piccolo–the music of the dawn. When those thought lost come home from the storm.

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One of my dearest and close friends with benefits asked me for a huge favor. “Can you do a birthday strip tease for my husband?”

This is a moment. A moment when you wonder if your friend is testing her husband or testing you. Or, even worse, testing the both of you.

After my wild imagination halted, she affirmed me she discussed the stripper options with him, he didn’t want a stranger dancing around him.

Wondering if this step in that direction could spoil our beneficial relationship, I said yes. Because she and I know each other very well, and her husband knows we are those two women that bond personally and sexually.

“I will think of something special.” I assured her.

So my imagination goes into full gear, and I created the ultimate birthday event, all I needed was ten painter caps, one men’s white t-shirt, size extra-large. A pair of white painter’s pants size 38 x 36, and twenty containers of body paint.

Yes, body paint.

A quick shopping trip, new hairdo, and body waxing in a few discreet places and I’m ready for a fun party.

The house the party is at isn’t decorated for a birthday party, but the deco is a stylish arrangement for a savvy group of people.

I wore a cool summer dress to mingle with the guests before the main event begins. I introduced myself to each couple. Ten couples, twenty people and me.

Each couple had distinctive personalities, and I caught on to the sexual vibes from each couple.

They knew they were in for a treat, and the anticipation was expressed with the hang shakes from the men and the gentle touches from the women. Touches on my bare skin with a slight caress is the hint that I am allowed to talk ardahan escort to their husband, but don’t touch.

My performance was going to be out on the patio, by the swimming pool. Mentally, I had to remind myself to keep away from the edge of the pool with my four-inch-high heels.

I handed a white cap to each couple as they all began sitting down in the chairs.

The guests were all seated on the patio and warned. I had one rule: no touching me. I make the rules and if the rules are broken, I leave.

I went inside and asked the birthday boy to change into his white coverall and go out to the patio and join his guests. I went into the guest bathroom and changed my clothing.

Bev, the birthday boy’s wife, motioned to me, and she started with some light rhythm and blues music. I danced out onto the patio and made eye contact with Jay, the birthday boy. I winked at him and began my first dance.

The guests were seated like a chess board game, with enough space between each couple, to allow me to dance near each guest. So, I can give each person a little attention.

Yes, this is a performance for Jay, but I wanted everyone to remember his party. My body sways and bends as I begin removing my coveralls, slowly unzipping the front, revealing my black lace bra and matching panties. I sit on the cool cement patio ground and have a woman pull the coverall legs over my black high heel.

Her smile is exciting but her gentle fingertips on my ankle was near orgasmic. I like a woman that knows about erogenous zones.

I crawl over to another couple and ease my way up in front of them. Enjoying their smiles as well. I continue artvin escort dancing around each couple for one minute more.

When the music changed to classy Eartha Kitt song, I asked help removing my bra from Bev. Allowing Bev to unhook my bra and slowly sliding the straps off my shoulders.

I laid my bra on Jay’s lap and danced around him for a couple of seconds. Teasing him with touches and light whispers in his ear, bending over and adjusting the straps on my shoes.

I danced over to each couple and kneeled in front of each couple, taking a hand from man and woman and allowing them a gentle squeeze on my breasts, at the same time.

This created erections on some of the men and the women were also fidgeting in their seats. I danced over to one woman and asked for assistance in removing my g string.

He obliged me and slowly removed my g string. Facing him my ass was bending over for the other guests.

Jay moaned when he viewed my neatly trimmed pussy. A new song began, and I motioned to Bev to bring out the paints.

Each couple received two colors of body paint, and each couple smiled as they realized they too were going to be party of the dance.

I began with Bev, and her intricate touches as she painted a happy face on my right tit. The sparkle in her eyes gave me the hint she was already wet.

I danced over to a couple and enjoyed being their canvas for the artwork. Their fingers touch my skin as they finger-painted on my body. Sending hot spasms throughout my body.

Once I was covered with body paint from my neck to my toes, I asked Jay to lay down on the chaise lounge.

The lounger was a perfect height bodrum escort for me to dance around him and lay on him as well.

I first began by smearing the paint with my fingertips, rubbing the paint all over my body, stopping at my nipples and making circles on the cheek of my ass.

I laid my back onto the front of his coveralls. I press my hips against his and let the paint from my body smear onto his coveralls. He turned over and I asked an enthusiastic couple to apply more paint to my front, and I bent over and laid by back onto his back. Leaving the impression of my perfectly rounded tits on the back of his coveralls.

I then straddled his body,

I straddled Jay exposing my creamy box to him, I leaned over to expose my wetness to his guests, as I whispered, “Happy Birthday.”

I stood up and slowly danced over his face. I slowly sat down on his hat. Leaving the impression of my painted pussy on his hat.

The moans of excitement were the reward for my work. I danced away from Jay and went to each couple and let them rub more paint on my thighs, and I sat on whomever wanted to be the wearer of the hat.

Most of the women were the ones who chose to wear the hats. One man got to wear the hat, and the woman flicked my clit, as she applied more paint on my thighs. When I sat on her husband’s hat, I tightened my thigh muscles on his head, and his cock instantly got hard in his pants.

I asked for assistance from the women to help me wash the paint off my body. Bev let me use the outdoor shower by the pool, and each woman enjoyed washing my body.

One woman slipped her finger into my pussy as I kissed her. One woman sucked on my tit as another woman squeezed my ass. I couldn’t hold my excitement in with all the attention. I asked Bev to slide a finger in my ass, and I came with three strokes in me.

Bev told me she had inquires of people wanting me to be at their parties, and I simply answered no.

This was a onetime event.

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Wednesday afternoon, headed to math, last class of the day. Madison was already bored before she even got to the classroom door. She looked around for her friend Amy, but she was nowhere to be found. Who would keep her entertained through Mr. Smith’s mind-blowingly boring lecture today?

“I thought college was supposed to be fun and surprising,” she thought to herself.

She looked around and then she saw him sitting at a table all alone, in the back of the room, Tony. She’d been trying to get his attention all semester. This was her chance. She walked to the back of the room.

“Mind if I sit, ” she asked?

“Sure, ” he replied.

Madison tried to hold back the grin on her face, but he was so hot. She’d spent the majority of Mr. Smith’s lectures fantasizing about getting him alone and having her way with him. Over the course of the semester she’d imagined they’d had sex in the girls’ room, the men’s room, the janitor’s closet, several professor’s offices, and countless classrooms.

Now she was so close she could smell the sex coming off of him. She could feel his eyes on her. She looked up and caught his eye. Tony moved his eyes down to his crotch, forcing Madison to notice the bulge in his pants. His hand moved to the bulge, slowly massaging himself, he kept his eyes locked on hers.

Mr. Smith had turned the lights down and was working out some problem on the projector screen. Madison looked around to see all afyon escort her classmates bent over their papers, working the problem out for themselves. Glancing back over at Tony, she gave him a sly smile. Sliding her hand to his lap, she took over massaging his bulge, feeling his cock getting harder and harder. It was so hard she thought it would burst through his jeans at any moment.

She looked at his face, seeing the big grin of approval, she slowly unzipped his jeans, letting his hard cock spring forward. Madison had to hold back the excitement rising up in her throat; not to mention the wetness seeping through her panties at that moment. She brought her hand up to her mouth, licked it lightly, and began stroking Tony’s cock. She loved the feel of his rock hard cock sliding in her hand.

Tony was moaning softly, encouraging Madison in her stroking. She began stroking faster and faster, feeling him throb in her hand. She almost squealed when Tony reached down under her skirt and began rubbing her pussy through her wet, cotton panties.

They both sat in their chairs facing forward, hands moving at a rapid pace on each other, both about to cum all over themselves.

Suddenly, Madison felt Tony pull his hand away. She looked over at him and he was pointing to the floor. Madison looked around, everyone was still focused, amazedly, on whatever Mr. Smith was saying and he was completely submersed aydın escort in the problem he was working. Madison slowly slid to the floor under the table.

Tony sat straight up at the feel of Madison’s hot mouth on his cock.

She was so turned on, besides the incredible taste of his cock, the idea of being caught was making her crazy in all the right ways. She took her time on him, licking every inch of his cock, moving him slowly in and out of her mouth. She knew it was working, because Tony was beginning to squirm in his seat, unable to keep still. She took him in her mouth and went down as far as she could, feeling his cock in her throat. She couldn’t stop herself from reaching down and touching herself. Running her fingers the length of her slit, feeling the wetness, then resting at her clit. She began playing with her clit, rubbing it faster and faster as she moved up and down Tony’s cock.

They were both on the verge of cumming, when they heard chairs scraping on the floor. Class was over. Madison froze where she was, Tony didn’t move. Everyone left the room and Mr. Smith was walking out, when he stopped at Tony’s table.

“Everything alright Tony,” he asked.

“Fine sir, just trying to finish this problem,” he replied.

“Well, let me take a look.”

“Umm..no its really not necessary.”

“Don’t be silly, let me see.”

Mr. Smith began looking over Tony’s notes, then ağrı escort sat down next to him, explaining the problem. He was halfway through his explanation, when Madison, still overcome with horniness, started quietly sucking on Tony’s cock under the table. He tried to push her away, but it felt so good he didn’t want her to stop.

“See, simple isn’t it Tony.”

“Yes, yes sir, thanks so much.”

Mr. Smith got up to leave.

“Turn the light off after you pack up. Will ya, Tony?”

“Mmmmmhmmmm….,” Tony replied.

As soon as he heard the door shut, Tony stood up. He reached down grabbing Madison, yanking her off the floor. She was so surprised she didn’t’ have to time to think about what was happening. He kissed her hard and deep, squeezing her ass, then turned her around and bent her over the table. Flipping her skirt up, he thrust his hard cock deep inside her dripping pussy. Madison was griping the table so hard her hands hurt. Tony had a grip on her hips, pulling her into him, harder and harder with every thrust.

“I’m going to cum,” she moaned at him.

“Cum on my cock, ” he moaned back.

He felt her pussy tighten around his cock as she screamed out in orgasm.

He flipped her back around and pushed her to her knees. She held her mouth open, while he stroked his cock.

“I want that cum, ” she whispered to him.

Tony shot his load straight down her throat. She moaned, swallowing all his hot cum, licking every last drop from his cock.

Madison stood up and fixing her skirt, thought to herself, “Now I’ve got his attention.”

She walked out and looked back at him over her shoulder. Giving him a wink, in a sexy voice she said, “Until next time, Sweety.”

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My girlfriend Wendy and I have just got back from a holiday that could have been hell but turned out to be magnificent. We both had some time off work in September and managed to get a really cheap holiday to France in a seaside village close to Bordeaux. We booked a small apartment in a block of about eight. The mini complex had a private pool and gardens that were fenced off for extra security and privacy. From there it was a five-minute walk down to the beaches. There were six or seven sandy beaches that ran along this particular section of the coast and each had steps cut into the rock that led down from the cliffs. There was one larger beach, the closest one, that was just off the village and didn’t require a descent as it was only a few feet lower than the road. This was where most people went as it had parasols to rent, a small beach bar and there were seaside restaurants along the front.

What made this holiday different? When we got off the small plane at Bordeaux we were told that our luggage had been unloaded by mistake when the plane stopped to drop passengers off at Le Mans. That meant all we had was our travel bag and the clothes we stood up in. Worst though was that I made the mistake of putting the travellers cheques in the suitcase leaving us with just £50 worth of French Francs and my credit card. The rep that met us told us that he would arrange for our bags to be delivered to the apartments the following morning at 9am. Not to bad we thought until we got a message delivered to our door saying that our luggage had been mislaid and so would not arrive till the next day. So as to make the most of our holiday we decided to use this day to explore the village and have a long leisurely lunch. When we got back to the apartment after lunch we found a letter under the door saying that our luggage was lost and if it was found they would let us know. Oh dear we thought. We had about £30 worth of cash left and only the hotel in the village took plastic. I made a few calls and managed to get my travellers cheques replaced but it would be two working days before they would arrive and it was 4pm on Friday! We were both pissed off as hell but vowed not to let it ruin our holiday so had an early night.

The next morning we realised the problem was that the sun was out, the beach beckoned and we had no cosies. We considered going down and sitting in our underwear but Wendy had worn a sheer G-string under her skirt and a boob tube up top so had no bra. I had kiss-me-quick boxers on with kisses all over them and there was no way anybody but Wendy was going to see them. We spent an hour trying to decide what to do. None of the few shops that sold clothes took my MasterCard or American Express and we needed what cash we had for food. In the end we decided to play it by ear and taking a bag with towels from the apartment went off to the front. Being a Saturday the main beach was packed with families and city folk out for the day, far too busy to wear what we had there. The next beach was down about 20 steps and arc shaped with rocky areas either side. People from the main beach were walking over the rocks to use this beach and again we decided it was too busy. The next beach belonged to the hotel and was for residents only so we went on to the last two that we had scouted the day before. By now we were quite high up and knew it would be a long way down to the beach. We started down what looked to be a 30 metre drop to the beach but half way down saw that there were lots of students there with their logo’d parasols and bright orange back packs. They appeared to be doing races from one end to the other so we went back up and moved on to the last beach.

At the top of the steps down was a sign in French, but as neither of us really knows any French we presumed it was a tide warning or something like that. It took us about five minutes to descend the huge stairway down but we could see that it was relatively quiet but also quite small. There looked to be only eight or ten bunches of people there. As we reached the bottom Wendy and I looked at each other and smiled as we had just clicked as to what the sign at the top had said, It was a nude beach. Wendy whispered that this would solve our problem of no swimwear and also the chance of meeting anybody you know is near on nil. Neither of us had been to a nude beach before and we were both a bit nervous about it, or at least I was. Wendy thought it was funny and teased me that I would get a stiffy looking at all these naked girls.

We laid down our towels and proceeded to undress, it did feel a bit strange but nice all the same. Wendy has a great body, she is about 5 ft tall with thick red hair, curvy hips and best of all, firm 36 D’s. She keeps her pubes nicely trimmed and her body has a perfect tanned colour from our sun-bed at home, quite rare on a redhead. I am Mr. Average, but I am not worried about my body as I do try and keep in shape down the gym (when aksaray escort I can). We lay down on our towels and took in the midday sun as we lotioned up our bodies, sure to cover the parts not normally reached by the sun.

We had been laying there for an hour or so relaxing when two young women (they looked to be in their early twenties) started over towards us. One was a natural blonde, quite tall with an athletic figure, small pert nipples atop what I guessed to be A-cups and narrow hips. The other was an Asian lass; a little overweight but very curvy with huge tits that swung as she walked towards us. Both had beach mats and bags in their hands. Wendy and I sat up and although I was sure that I recognised them I couldn’t place them, I probably didn’t see them naked the last time. They smiled and said ‘Hello.’ In English when they reached us. We said hello back but Wendy asked them how it was that they knew we spoke English. It turned out that they had the apartment next door to us and had seen us about, they also said that they hadn’t expected us to come here. As Wendy explained our predicament they lay down their mats and sat down opposite us. They thought it was very funny that it was fate that had brought us here and that this was our first time naked in public. Their names were May and Nina. They had come together as Nina’s boyfriend had dumped her a month before but as it was all paid for two she asked May to go with her. They had been drinking on their first night and ended up doing dares that had got riskier by the hour. They explained that every dare that they chickened out of meant an item of their clothing was deliberately covered in mud so that they couldn’t wear it. They said that each of them now only has two outfits left and no beach or underwear at all. Also, because there is no washing machine, they are stuck like that. I thought that the whole thing was a bit immature but funny and slightly sexy all the same.

‘It would appear we are in a similar position.’ I said.

We chatted on for a while and I noticed Nina, the Asian girl had slowly spread her legs very wide in such a way that I could see her pussy if I looked. She was making it easy for me to look as she was looking at Wendy as she talked, I could look at her brown pussy without getting caught. I had never seen an Asian girls pussy in the flesh before, it was deep set with soft black pubes and a hint of pink that appeared to be ever so slightly wet. Nina then started to push her hips forward and arc her back as if trying to display her cunt to me. I could now see her pink folds as her lips were slightly parted and I guessed that she was slightly aroused. I had lost track of the conversation and when it all went quiet and they all looked at me I had to bluff and said, ‘I suppose so.’ And then they carried on. I think it was about if they would go nude on the beach next time they were on holiday (my bluff went ok).

As my eyes darted over Nina’s body I realised I was starting to get an erection. I began to worry that this was going to get me arrested or booted off the beach. As it was just the four of us with the next group of people being 20 metres away and not looking in our direction I figured I would be safe. I tried thinking un-sexy thoughts but it was no good. Nina was showing herself to me, even squirming slightly but during this whole show she had moved slowly and subtly so as not to be obvious. I noticed now that my dick was at half mast so sat forward to hide it hoping I too could be subtle but all it did was bring all their attentions too me. Wendy looked at.

‘Ian you dirty little man. What do you think you are doing?’ I apologised to them all and could feel my face going red hot with embarrassment.

Nina then said, ‘Yes! I win!’

May laughed and said, ‘I think you should apologise to poor Andy, Nina. That’s not really fair.’

Wendy and I looked puzzled so Nina explained to us that her dare was to find a bloke on the beach and get him to have an erection. They chose us because they knew we were English and also that we were away from the busier area of the beach.

I had by now grown to full erection and although I tried to hide it, I was sure they could all see bits of my hard 7 inches. Wendy then surprised us all when she blurted out that she wasn’t sure that Nina had won as we couldn’t see my hard-on.

‘Andy you’ve got to show us all your hard cock so that Nina can prove she has won.’

I replied saying, ‘Believe me, she has won!’

‘Prove it then.’ Wendy demanded.

I was being teased and this must have been turning me on as I was getting harder, my dick flinching slightly as more blood pumped into it. I noticed that Nina had spread her legs wide again and knew that there was going to be no winning here so slowly began to lower my legs. I leant back and let my legs go flat so that my dick was pointing straight up from my groin.

‘Oh it’s lovely amasya escort Wendy.’ May said, ‘I wish I had one of those with me to play with this holiday.’

Wendy was on a roll and wanted to embarrass me even more I think, as she then demanded that I stroke it for the girls.

‘Oh go on Andy,’ they both said. ‘If you do we’ll love you forever.’ Nina continued.

I felt that I was in a no win situation as if I chickened out Wendy would call me a wimp and if I did I was showing she was in charge. I really wanted to get her back for even suggesting it and when I looked at her I think she was assuming I wouldn’t do it. So to prove her wrong I took hold of my throbbing cock and gently began to stroke up and down. Nina and May moved around a bit closer to me to get a closer look, although they said it was to hide my wanking from the rest of the beach so that anybody who looked would simply see their backs. I was very turned on and the girls egged me on asking me to wank faster, squeeze my balls and pull my foreskin back. I was enjoying my brazen display and Wendy was grinning from ear to ear as I answered to May and Nina’s requests. Nina was now stroking her pussy but from my position I couldn’t really see anything but those huge tits with their brown pebble-like nipples. After about five minutes they were getting impatient and I was getting close.

‘Go on Andy, squirt for the girls.’ Wendy said as I began to feel myself coming.

Nothing was going to stop it now and I let out a huge sigh as a huge dollop of come shot out and landed on my shoulder followed closely by two more generous strands that fell on my belly. I milked the remainder out of me and I felt my body going limp as I came down from my high.

‘That was amazing.’ May said and Nina nodded in agreement.

‘Was that nice for you Andy?’ Wendy asked.

I looked over to see that her nipples were like bullets and she had fuck me eyes rolling around in her head. I would have jumped on Wendy there and then but I don’t think we would get away with that. Once my erection had subsided I realised that I was going to have to get all this spunk off me but didn’t want to ruin my only towel. I noticed that I would be able to get to the sea without being seen up close so got up and walked to the sea. Once in the water I swam about for a while and got rid of my spunk from my body. It felt really nice swimming naked and I stayed out for nearly an hour before I began to get a little cold and headed in. As I walked across the beach I eyed up the talent and although there were a few old people there, the French girls who were tanning had really hot bodies and pretty little faces.

‘I think I could get used to this naturist lifestyle.’ I said to myself.

When I got back to our spot the girls teased me about the cold having an effect on my dick and that it had shrivelled up but I think they were just taking the piss. I was still slightly engorged following my wank earlier and the sight of those hot French girls further down the beach helped too. We lay there on the beach for another hour or so before the sun started to lose its heat whilst Nina and May talked to Wendy about all the dares they had done so far. Nina had been dared to knock at our door naked to ask if we had any sugar they could borrow but we had been out. Shame! As we started to pack away I told Wendy that I owed her a dare as she had dared me to wank for them earlier. She said I didn’t have to and that she wouldn’t do a dare but Nina said if she didn’t then it gave me permission to take away some of her clothes.

‘But I only have one outfit!’ she moaned.

May said, ‘Well you wont want to lose it then will you.’

After pondering it over she agreed that she would but explained that she would not walk back to the apartment naked. I thought about it for a minute and then said that she must walk home in just her shoes and the towel she had with her. Nina and May were egging her on and in the end she agreed. I took away her clothes and put them in our small bag then got dressed myself. What we hadn’t realised was that the towel was relatively narrow and as such Wendy had to tie it just above her nipples to cover her bum but too much movement and either her pussy and bum came into view or the towel came off completely.

‘You sod Andy!’ she said, ‘I can’t walk about in public like this.’

I explained that she wasn’t going to get her clothes back and so she had no choice. Nina and May had pulled on summer dresses but had no underwear on which was fine for May, but Nina’s dark nipples were clearly visible through her yellow dress. Once we were all packed up we made our way back to the apartment but made Wendy go first. As we climbed the steep steps up to the top of the cliff I was right behind Wendy who gave me a wonderful view of her arse and pussy with every stride she took. Twice on the way up the towel fell off her and at one point antalya escort she stopped and said she was going to have to chicken out. But as I refused to give her any clothes back so she had little choice, also Nina kept telling her how natural it looked so people would just presume it was an accident (which it was) if her towel fell down. Once we got to the top I think Wendy felt safer as her movements were less aggressive so her towel would be more secure around her body. As we walked on May and Nina went on a few feet ahead of us and kept lifting the back of their skirts to show us their back-sides. At one point the towel almost fell off again but she managed to catch it in time just as a car was coming in our direction. This gave me an idea and I gave Wendy my camera to hold saying it kept moving and might fall from my pocket. Then I put my hand out so as to hold Wendy’s hand that she took happily, she loves to hold hands. This meant that if the towel slipped again both of her hands would be occupied and so she would have difficulty catching it.

We made it back to the apartment block with no further incidents but as we entered the grounds both May and Nina pulled their dresses over their heads to reveal their nakedness. They said that it was a condition of their dares that they weren’t allowed to wear clothes whilst in the grounds of the apartment block, but as yet hadn’t been seen by anybody. I decided that Wendy had to go by the same rules and in one swift movement pulled the towel off her with my spare hand and ran up ahead to our room.

‘Andy you bastard!’ was all I heard as I ran ahead.

I wish I’d kept a hold of my camera as I waited at the top of our stairs to see the three naked babes walking up the stairs to our level, it would have made a cracking photograph. We then went our separate ways and agreed that we would meet up again later that evening for a meal. Once into our apartment Wendy all but jumped on me.

‘God I’m so wet. I need you to fuck me now!’

I was in no position to argue and pushed Wendy down onto the sofa as I threw off my trousers and boxer shorts. Wendy sat there with her legs spread wide and two fingers dipping in and out of her cunt as I stripped down but soon took her hand away as I moved in. She was so wet that I went right in to the hilt in one thrust before giving her a real fucking of long, hard and very fast thrusts. Having come only a short time earlier I was able to hold out quite a long time and Wendy had two orgasms of her own before I grunted that I was coming. Wendy pulled my bum cheeks in an attempt to get my cock deeper into her and held me there as deep as I could go as my dick twitched and spurted inside her. I collapsed on top of her and we lay like that for about ten minutes as we came down from our highs. Once we were recovered Wendy went and took a shower to wash away the beach. Still feeling horny I sat at the edge of the bath as she showered, watching every movement as she soaped up her tits and dipped her fingers into her cunt to try and get rid of my spunk. My sexy girlfriend put on a little show for me by squeezing her tits together and putting one foot on the side of the bath to show me her pink cunt. This got me hard again but I couldn’t wank as I had covered myself in sand when I shook the towels out (a sandy wank could prove painful).

I too showered and reminded Wendy that she wasn’t allowed to wear any clothes whilst in the apartment complex like Nina and May. She pretended to protest but I could tell it was really turning her on being naked and having the idea of being caught naked by other people from the building. I got dressed into my one outfit and told Wendy that she could have her skirt and boob tube once we were clear of the building. When I went into the bedroom I found Wendy using the complimentary shaving kit to trim and tidy her cunt so as to look good to anybody who saw her naked.

Once we were ready I prepared my digital camera and put fresh batteries in so that I could record any flashing by the girls but more importantly I wanted pictures of Wendy walking about naked. Also after yesterday there may also be some opportunities to get some hot pictures of Nina and May. Once we were ready we walked out into the corridor with me holding Wendy’s skirt and boob tube in my hand. We knocked on the door of Nina and Mays’ and were let in by Nina who was naked but for a towel wrapped around her head.

‘May’s in the shower and is making us late,’ she said. ‘Go and get her to hurry up will you Andy.’ She asked.

As the layout appeared to be identical to our apartment I went to the bathroom to get May to hurry as Wendy took a seat in front of the telly (the A-Team showing in French). I knocked on the door and told May, whom I could hear was in the shower to hurry up.

‘I can’t hear you…. What was that?’

I said it again but again all I got was, ‘What, I can’t hear you!’ So I tried the door, it wasn’t locked, and peered around the corner. May was stood there covered in a lather of soap and had her eyes squeezed shut to stop the soap from getting in her eyes as she did her hair.

‘Who’s there?’ she said.

‘It’s me Andy.’ I said but she didn’t cover up just carried on in the shower.

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I showered.

I dressed carefully.

I took my time.

I had two and a half interminable hours until noon.

It never occurred to me I might not like her.

I already knew she had to be very much like me.

Since I liked myself, I had little doubt I would like her.

I wondered about her. A lot. Who she was. Where she was from. Where she went to school. What she did for a living. Was she married? Divorced? Bi-sexual? I assumed she was, given our mutual show, but I knew nothing about her. Absolutely nothing.

I ordered another pot of coffee. I drank it.

Finally, at 10 minutes before 12, I left the room. Made my way to the elevator.

It was 5 minutes to noon as I made my way toward the front door. I didn’t even know where the front of her building might be, but as I came through the doors, I realized I had no need for concern.

I recognized her immediately.

And she, me.

She introduced herself first, in a delightful Parisian accent.

She said her name was Larissa.

I already was in a state of lust.

Close up, she wasn’t merely pretty. She was beautiful. Her body was exquisite. As was her taste in clothing.

I suggested lunch. A glass of wine. Conversation.

She took me by the arm, and I felt the power of her touch in the depths of my being, or, at least, in the depths beneath my panties.

Her eyes sparkled. I knew mine were, too. I could feel it.

She knew a little Italian restaurant. As she described it, “A little hole in the wall, with the most exquisite food …”

How could I resist?

We were arm in arm moving down the street. I could see we were catching attention, even in New York City. I was certain we looked very, very good.

And I already was turned on. Every touch, every bump, merely heightened the sensation.

And I knew I wasn’t alone. I could feel her heat. I could see it in her eyes, each time we looked at each other.

It was so strange: We hardly knew each other, were trying to catch up on the highlights of our lives, but the electricity, the erotic tension, was palpable. We hardly knew each other, yet we already knew each other intimately.

We talked of our lives, her of NYU, where she had attended school and discovered a passion for women, me of Wellesley, where I brought my already finely tuned taste for women.

We both talked of our exhibitionism, rize escort its earliest roots, the pleasure we took in it. So similar it shocked both of us.

Half way through lunch, I succumbed to an urge that swept over me like a tidal wave. It was impossible to resist its power. I leaned forward, looking into her eyes, and kissed her. On the lips.

She moved her arm behind my head, pressing me closer to her lips. I felt her tongue wet my lips. Her tongue entered my mouth. My hand dropped to her thigh, intimately high. In an instant, we were both breathless.

I have little doubt we could have had sex in the booth in the restaurant. Passionate sex. It was clear we would. But it also was clear we wanted to prolong the pleasure.

We said as much, suggesting almost simultaneously that we do some shopping after lunch.

And we did. Heading directly for Saks Fifth Avenue, at Larissa’s suggestion.

We looked at shoes, flashing each other as we tried them on, giggling like schoolgirls the whole time.

We had our first taste of each other’s nipples in the dressing room, as we ostensibly tried on blouses. We kissed. We touched. We nibbled under each other’s bra. We kissed some more. Hands were everywhere. And we returned the blouses without ever trying on a single one of them.

Now, it was too hot. We both needed release. Soon. But not in a changing room.

I suggested the hotel.

We grabbed a cab. We could see the cabbie watching us, as we kissed. We didn’t care.

I had a hand under her skirt, where I already could feel her wetness. Through her pantyhose. I was the same. Wet. On fire.

I don’t remember entering the hotel. I don’t remember passing through the lobby. I don’t remember the elevator ride.

But I know that as soon as we reached the room, we were ripping each other’s clothes off. Kissing. Ripping more clothes off. Kissing.

We were naked by the time we trumbled onto the bed.

Kissing. Entwined. Lips. Hands. Fingers. Legs. Everywhere. Exploring. Touching. Sucking. Kneading. Pinching. Pulling. Fingering. We couldn’t wait. Patience was gone. Lust was in command.

I don’t think I have ever found myself in a 69-position with another woman so quickly. It just seemed so natural to be so hungrily seeking immediate satisfaction.

This was no quiet exploration, no attempt to explore sakarya escort erogenous zones.

This was explosive, uncontrollable sex. We both needed, were demanding, immediate satisfaction, the best possible climax in the shortest possible time.

Guys act like they are the only ones ever in need of a “quick fuck.” If only they knew.

The fire, the fever was never more obvious than it was right now, as our mouths closed over each other’s clit. Now, it was about release. Nothing more. Nothing less. Release.

There would be time later to learn about each other’s passions and sensitivities, desires and quirks. There definitely would be a “later”.

We came almost simultaneously, our oral skills bringing on an earthshaking climax that left us pushing away, shaking uncontrollably on opposite ends of the bed, before quickly uniting in a tight, tight embrace.

Our lips locked.

Our tongues explored each other’s mouths, just as they had explored each other’s pussy.

We were momentarily sated _ but only momentarily.

Just looking at each other, we knew there would be more, soon.

We talked then.

I ordered a bottle of wine. Two glasses.

We talked still more.

Our backgrounds were quite different, but we were not. We had come from different places, but now found ourselves in the same time and place. With similar interests. With identical passions. With powerful needs to explore the depths of our sexuality.

We shared, in the next hours, the deepest and most revealing of our secrets, our fantasies, our need to live out as many of them as possible.

We both were bi-sexual, and both agreed any men had to be much younger _ or much older, to be of any interest. I was 32. She was 31.

Our passion for women was more indiscriminant. Neither of us knew why.

When I made the confesssion that so often ended relationships in their infancy, I knew this was different.

I told Larissa I was incapable of monogamy. Always would be. I just couldn’t imagine being limited to one lover. I wanted to be free, so when a situation like last night, like today, presented itself, I was free to pursue it passionately, without guilt.

She shocked me when she admitted she had never been able to maintain a relationship for much the same reason.

We both agreed men, and women, somehow samsun escort became more boring in an erotic and in a sexual sense the longer you knew them. Neither of us knew why, but we both believed it had to do with familiarity _ and, as everyone knows, familiarity breeds contempt.

We laughed, but we understood relationships, those we had been in, those we knew about among our friends, tended to be stifling, over time, far less fulfilling than the variety we pursued.

We were in love with the erotic.

At times, often, we both agreed our sexuality overwhelmed us, but we had no desire to learn to control it. It brought us far too much pleasure. And would bring much more in the future.

Now, we kissed. We hugged. We touched. We explored each other, in intimate detail.

No rushing now.

No uncontrollable passion.

We knew we both were real. We knew we would not suddenly disappear. We knew this was a beginning, not an ending.

So, slowly, we made love.

Our lips. mouths, tongues were everywhere. We took turns. We took time. No rush. Just a slow, building passion …

I brought Larissa to the peak first. And watched her face as she crashed over the top. This time, I didn’t stop. I immediately renewed my efforts, my mouth glued to her pussy. Almost immediately, I could feel yet another climax beginning to build. I slowed my pace. No rush. Not now. I gently nursed her back up the mountain, and again watched as the waves of pleasure shook her body.

She repaid the favor. Twice. Slowly.

As we showered, together, we planned dinner. And the rest of the evening.

Over dinner, we talked of other lovers, mostly women, and the possibilities that loomed. I admitted threesomes or foursomes were a favorite of mine. She had never been involved in a foursome, just twice in twosomes, once with two men, once with a man and another woman. But she made it clear she was open to the possibility, in fact, that she welcomed it.

We walked the streets holding hands.

We kissed in the cab.

We kissed in the restaurant.

In New York City, no one cared.

I fondled her ass as we walked. She smiled. Even as she glanced at the man behind us who nearly walked into a street light because he was staring at my hand instead of where he was going.

By the time we had returned to the hotel, we were in love, the passionate kind of love, not the love of poets and romantics.

It was an erotic love.

It was a sexual love.

For now, it was what we wanted, needed.

And we already were making plans for a winter vacation in the islands. A vacation we planned to spend in very tiny bikinis _ or nude.

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It had been about a week since my breakup and Neena my colleague had enquired about my relationship and I told what had happened.

“You poor thing!” she sympathised.

“Do you want go out with me?” she asked.

“Yeah, but where?” I asked naively.

She smiled and said, “Are you that innocent? I wanted to know you want to have a relationship with me if it’s okay with you?”

“But, what about your boyfriend?” I asked surprisingly!

“I can handle you both darling”, she replied.

I was thrilled at the proposal, but I knew it wasn’t going to be an open relationship.

“Okay let’s give it a try”, I answered with a big blush.

She just held my hand since we were in office. “Let’s go for a coffee”, she offered me.

I followed and we reached the lift lobby, there was no one around. Anyway the lift arrived, we got in and as the door was closing we hugged and kissed only to stop when we heard a beep and the doors opened. It was our first intimate encounter and what a thrill it was. I couldn’t wait to taste her again. Unlike me she didn’t have to wait for she had her boyfriend with whom she could get dear with.

That evening we messaged each about our kissing in the lift and she told me that it was as if hadn’t kissed a girl in a long time and right she was! It soon be became a routine that we would kiss in the lift. And time came when we both wanted to take it to the next level – a full-fledged make out! There was a client visit coming up and I had to do a presentation she said that if the presentation was successful we could make out in my flat. I agreed!

The big day came. I wore a three-piece business suit and Neena, well she wore anything but clothes! All that covered her body was a pair of black leggings that revealed her shapely legs and the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties! For a top she wore a white sleeveless kurtha top with a V-cut that exposed not only her hot cleavage but also that fact that she wore no bra! The slits of the kurtha were so high that you could see her thighs wholly. On her feet her she wore medium heels and she left her hair loose; in all she looked like a fem-fatal. Seeing her like this eased my nervousness and to add to the boost we kissed in the lift, I put my hands under her kurtha to feel the soft bare skin of her back, I then turned her around and slide my hands in her leggings to feel her clean-shaven pussy. Wow! What a thrill! But before anything else could happen the lift stopped and we had to come out.

The presentation was a grand success. We wound up by half past two in the afternoon and quickly rushed to leave office. But lo! It was raining. Good thing I had my umbrella but Neena cared less of it for she wanted to get wet in the rain. I declined the elation as I did not want to ruin my suit. She gave me her handbag and walked in front of me, she got herself drenched in the moderate rain. Soon, her body was made known to all who saw her. The wetness had rendered the white top transparent and her round boobs and hard nipples were shown, further down the black leggings gave way to fact that she wore nothing underneath as well. She then stopped and came near me.

I told her, “You look damn hot babe! I wish I could do something to you now.”

“Do”, she said with a naughty smile, “I don’t mind!”

These words of hers turned me on and I slowly became hard. We then walked hand in hand as she came under the umbrella. Soon we reached the bus stop. There were two buses waiting, an AC bus and a non-AC one. She wanted to go in the non-AC one. I looked in, it was crowded and the passengers were predominately men.

She gave me a wicked smile and asked, “Any problem?”

“No darling”, I said “As you wish!”

We got in and stood in the centre there were men on all side and all as far as I knew were trying to touch her hot body. To turn on the heat she had to lift her hand and hold the horizontal bar for support. The sight of naked hands and clean arms pits were enough to give me and I sure the other men an erection. At first she faced me, and after we bought our tickets she turned back to me so that I could rub my dick against her backside and also slip in my fingers into her pussy. And so I did, but to my surprise there was another set of fingers in already! Whose were they? I looked at her, she smiled and looked tokat escort to her left, and it was another fellow passenger’s. This made me jealous but I did not stop. We both coordinated and kept her happy, gently we touched and rubbed the walls of her pussy, every now and then we put a finger or two inside. She was wet, not only from the rain but from the hot action in the bus.

We reached our destination in about fifteen minutes, at the end of which she had probably reached orgasm twice at least. We got down and walked to my flat. I stayed on the ground floor and the main door of my flat opened up to a long pathway that led to the main gate. I had also tied some clothes-lines to hang my clothes.

As soon as we reached the door of my flat she told, “Hey I think I should dry my clothes.”

I replied, “Yeah, sure thing!”

As I opened the door she removed her top and by the time I could turn and invite her in she was standing there naked wearing on only the heels. I stood shocked and excited with my jaws dropped. She handed me her wet clothes and I showed her in. She passed by, rubbed she naked body against mine, closed my mouth and stepped in. I quickly put her clothes to dry and entered in. She was looking around my flat, when I hugged her from behind. My fingers felt her soft sexy skin for the first time. We stood like that for some time as I kissed her neck and fondled her nipples.

“I need a drink baby!” she said.

“Whisky or vodka?” I asked her.

“Whisky on the rocks”, she replied.

I poured her a large glass of whisky and dropped in a few cubes of ice. For myself I poured a small shot of whisky mixed with cranberry juice and beer.

“Cheers!” we said and drank to our new relationship.

I played some music as we drank. After the first drink I was a bit tipsy and Neena was still sober. I admired her capacity. I then held her hand as I stood and slowly pulled her to me. The song that played in the background was ‘Bailando’ by Enrique. I held her right hand out-stretched by my left and my right hand was on her bum. Her left hand was on my right shoulder. My right foot was in-between her feet and my left foot was next to her right. We were now ready to dance. As the song started, I pulled her closer and we started to sway left and then right with every move our bodies getting closer. Eventually her naked pussy was rubbed against my right thigh. What a thrill it was! I was in a three-piece business suit and she in her birthday suit and heels dancing to one of the sexiest songs in recent times. Now the bulge in my trousers was obvious to her as it made contact with her bare skin. She then unzipped me and took out my erect cock. It was the first time she seen it and she was happy about the way it now touched her skin. As our dancing continued my cock inched closer to her wet pussy. It was soon touching her pussy walls. She had a look of lust in her eyes. But I didn’t want to give in just yet. I continued to tease her pussy with my cock rubbing against it. But this meant we could no longer dance properly and soon we stopped.

We sat and had another shot of whisky. This time she had a smoke as well and asked me to try. But I was reluctant.

She kissed me and blew the smoke into me and said, “See that wasn’t bad. You’ve just had your first smoke.”

I smile and stepped into the kitchen and called her in. She came and I lifted her and made her sit on the kitchen table. I then poured some of my whisky on her boobs and licked it off them. She loved it and groaned in ecstasy. I made her lay down on her back and poured some whisky and her stomach and licked it. She wriggled with pleasure. I then poured some on her thighs, legs and feet and licked them as well. Her excitement had reached its zenith. But I wasn’t done with foreplay yet. I trickled some whisky on the slit of her pussy and licked gently as if they were her lips. I then took cubes of ice fondled her sensitivity parts with ice. She couldn’t control and started fingering herself. She came as I was finishing off my drink. After she was done I carried her down. She still had her drink. She looked down at my erect cock and smiled wickedly. I nodded my head in affirmation. She knelt down and tilted her glass of whisky to encompass my dick but the glass wasn’t deep enough to house the entire yozgat escort length of my dick. Only the dickhead and half of my phallus were draped with whisky. She then gave probably the best blow job any woman can give a man. She licked the full length of my manhood and never left a square centimetre of my balls as well.

She was now ready of our act of love-making. But no, I had other plans. I then took her into the bedroom near one of the windows. I took one of my long handkerchiefs and tied her wrists to the window. She wondered what I was going to do to her. I went to my cupboard and returned with my weapon – a long peacock’s feather. I gave her a naughty smile as I gently teased her hot body with the fineness of the feather. It was buzz beyond any other for her as she squirmed about. I knew that she now on the verge of begging me and I didn’t want to drive her anymore crazy. I then slide my cock inside her and it was smooth passage. I wondered how many other cocks had made their way through her horny pussy. The thought of it drove me crazy. I started ramming her gently and then a little quick. How I wished there was another guy to spank her bum while I was banging her. But I had to be content with what I was getting. After about ten minutes, I was about to cum.

“Shall I stop baby?”

“Why?”

“I’m not wearing any condom!”

“That’s alright; I want you to empty your load inside me!”

And I did just that. I took about a minute for me to empty myself inside her.

“How long has it been since you shagged?”

“About a month, I guess. When did you last have a guy inside you?”

She kissed me and said, “Baby, I’ve had more cum inside me in a week than most women would have in their entire lifetime.”

That’s a lot of fucking I thought to myself. After I was spent I untied her and we sat on the bed, I hugged her and kissed her. She in turn wiped of the excess from my dick with her tongue and carefully tugged my cock back inside my trousers.

It was time for lunch and we thought we’d order for pizza. I called the pizza place and they said they’d deliver in about thirty minutes. She now wanted her pussy to be licked to pass the time till the pizza arrived. So she stood, slipped into her heels and waited. I knelt down with my face close to her pussy. What a beautiful sight it was. Clean-shaven and resembling her lips; crossways of course! I put out my tongue and slowly touched her pussy lips with it and moved it along it rim. She was moaning in excitement. I licked the entire rim of her pussy. But lo her phone rang.

“Who is it?”

“Shhh!”

“Hi baby… Yes I’m in the parlour having a head massage…”

It was her boyfriend! I didn’t bother nor did I stop. I continued to gently lick her pussy and kiss in the hope that she would be distracted and cut the call. He would’ve been able to make out from her voice that she was very horny at that time and that something or someone was pleasuring her.

“You’ll come to my place tonight baby? I miss you a lot and it’s been a long time…”

What! I thought to myself, she was inviting him to her place for more sex? How many men does it take to satisfy her anyway?

“Bye I love you…” And she cut the call. She then looked down put her hands on my shoulder and made me to stand. She then wrapped her arms around my shoulder and neck and kissed me.

“Someone is jealous.”

“A bit may be.”

“Why baby? Don’t you like me being with him?”

“No sweetheart I like you being with him as well, just wondering how long we’ll keep our relationship a secret.”

“Just like my other relationships!”

“Other relationships?”

“Yeah, there are six other guys…” she replied with a wicked smile.

“Six other guys, that a total of eight guys.”

“Surprised?”

“Yeah, I thought there’d be fifteen at least!” I said jokingly.

“I’m working on it baby, if you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all you being with other men. You can have as many affairs as you want as long as you tell me about, before I get to know from others.”

“You’re so sweet, I love you. Not every man would be like you.”

“I know, I love you too baby. You’re so hot and beautiful, I know no man can resist you and it’s not fair that I should be selfish and you’re also way zonguldak escort to horny for just one guy to satisfy you.”

“But I’m selfish! I don’t like my men being with other women or looking at them for any reason.”

“I’m yours and yours alone.”

We kissed for about five minutes. Then I got a call from office and I stepped into the kitchen to speak. As I was talking the door bell rang. Without giving a second thought, I asked Neena to answer the door. And she did, she walked straight to the door and opened it. It was the pizza guy.

“Babe our pizza is here!”

“I have cash in my wallet darling.”

Then it struck, what is she wearing on? I finished my call abruptly and enter the hall. There by the door I seen the back of her hot naked body, no sign of inhibition collecting the pizza from the delivery guy. She handed him a five hundred rupee note and he in all his excitement returned five one-hundred rupee notes. She took the money and walked towards me with all smiles and blushes. I was still getting to grasp what had happened. The pizza too was shocked and waited for a few moments as he checked her swaying backside as she walked away from him. I looked at him and he didn’t so much as to move an eye-lid from off of Neena’s body. I also noticed that he too had a bulge in his trousers. Surely he would think of her and shag for the rest of the month. Moreover he had taken her number for whatever reasons and I knew that he would soon be hitting on her.

“I got us some free food baby!” she said as she hugged and kissed me.

“How?”

“See five hundreds.”

“That’s wonderful baby.”

We sat down to eat half way through I had this urge of placing the pizza on Neena’s naked body and eating it. I told her and she agreed to have pizza on her. She lay on the kitchen table as I placed a slice of pizza on her pussy and started eating it. I made sure my tongue licked her pussy as I ate the pizza. Another slice I place on her stomach and did the same. The taste of her naked skin and the pizza were simply superb. The meal was soon over and it was about time for her to leave. It was about ten in the night and her boyfriend would reach her home in about half an hour. She stayed pretty close, about five minutes from my place so there was nothing to worry. Or was there?

“I need to get my clothes.”

“Oh yeah they’re drying outside. Let me get them for you, baby.”

“It’s okay honey, I’ll get them.” She quickly walked to the main door and opened it. Voila, her clothes were gone. “Babe…”

“What happened?”

“My clothes, they’re gone!”

“What? How? Must have been the pizza guy!”

“I need to go home soon baby or else he’ll kill me.”

“Wait, may be you can wear some of my clothes.”

“No just drop me home will you, there’s no time to change now.”

“Drop you home like this?”

“Yeah, what’s there? It’s ten PM who’s gonna see? And even if they did I care a damn.”

“Babe it’s kinda cold outside.”

“Are you going to drop me or should go by myself?” she asked angrily.

“Okay let me get my bike keys and helmet. You’re sure you don’t need a jacket?”

“Yes I’m sure. Now hurry up!”

I quickly stepped into the bedroom, removed med my coat and slipped on my biker jacket. I then removed my shoes and put on the biker trousers and boots, then the biker gloves. I then put on a white cloth mask before putting on the helmet and walked into the half to Neena.

“You look handsome.”

“Not as hot as you are baby.”

We kissed and hugged each other. It was time to leave. I went outside to make sure there were no neighbours around. Then I called out to her and she came, not that she cared if anyone seen her but just to make sure I didn’t get into trouble. I moved my bike outside the main gate and got onto it. As she was about to get on, there was a group guy coming our way. They’d obviously seen what she was wearing or not wearing! And making sex calls. She loved the attention. I started the bike and was about to leave when she hugged me and as we passed the group she flashed her boobs to them. They were uncontrollable and howled in ecstasy. It was about 12 degrees and even with the leather jacket on I was feeling a bit chill, but Neena with all her nudity felt as comfortable as a Queen on her throne. We soon reached her home. Who knows how many people had seen she display of tits and naked skin. She stepped down. We kissed once again and she quickly ran in. I started my bike and when I reached the end of the street, there was another bike turning in. The rider didn’t see me but I saw him. It was Neena’s boyfriend…

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It was a Thursday night and I was going to visit my favorite strip club, Hunny’s. Hunny’s was in the next county over, and even though it was a long drive, it was worth it.

The tight-assed conservatives in my county had passed a bunch of laws limiting what could happen in clubs. There had to be six feet between the stage and the front row of seats. The dancers had to be fully clothed during a lap dance. No touching the dancers at all. One dancer even told me she got a ticket for “maintaining eye contact too long.” EYE CONTACT, for Christ’s sake! They’re making it illegal to even look at each other.

Everyone was so uptight it was no fun anymore. Hunny’s was a lot nicer; some of those things were still forbidden, but were overlooked if you were discreet.

As I sat down, I chuckled to myself wondering what my mom would say if she knew I was here. Don’t get me wrong, Mom’s not a prude by any means. She even told me once that she supports the right for clubs like this to exist. “It’s a free country, and people should have the right to do as they please, even if I don’t approve,” she said. However, when her friend, John, told her that he saw me entering the club, she freaked.

“I don’t care what other people do,” she said to me, “but my son is NOT going to go to one of those sin palaces. I raised him better than that.”

“I know you don’t approve of this,” I responded firmly. “I’m sorry you found out, but this is the new millennium and things have changed since you were raised. I don’t mean to hurt you, but I’m 21 and not living here anymore, so I can do whatever I want.”

It took quite a while to convince Mom. She still sees all of us kids as just that, kids, especially me, her baby. She wasn’t happy–and still isn’t–that I go to the club, but she admits I have the right.

I knew all the dancers at Hunny’s very well, and they knew me. The truth was that I hadn’t paid for a dance in quite a while, although I got them often. I had done the girls a little favor and they REALLY appreciated it.

When I started to go there a couple of years ago, it was managed by this very sleazy guy. As I got to know some of the dancers, they confided in me just how bad he was. He would cop feels as they walked by and stand in the dressing room ogling them as they changed. He demanded a cut above the house take from them, and threatened to have them arrested if they refused.

One time a dancer complained to the owner of the club. She was promptly banned from working there again, and barred from several other clubs as well. It seems the manager was the owner’s brother-in-law.

I was talking to a cop friend of mine and he said he’d heard the same thing. We decided they needed a lesson, so he talked to his friends in Vice to set up a sting. Based on some info I got from several of the girls, the manager was busted for soliciting a prostitute. With that publicity, and an anonymous tip to the IRS, the club soon had a new owner.

The new guy cleaned it up nicely. He repaired the backroom and changing rooms, stuff that the old owner never did. I was told he collected less of a house cut from the girls. It soon became the best club in town. The girls were ecstatic. It somehow got out that I was partly responsible for the change, and they never let me pay after that.

About six months after the change, Crystal came to work there. She was the last person I expected to see there. It’s not like she wouldn’t be a good dancer, she would. She really knows how to move and has a body to die for. I just didn’t expect her to work where she knew I went. The first time we saw each other she just looked at me for a moment and then went on to someone else.

I’ve secretly lusted after Crystal for quite a while, but knew we would never get together. At least now I finally got to see what her body looked like nude. As I expected, it was superb. I watched her dance on stage, admiring her firm tits and nice tight butt. She has very long, straight, jet black hair that she whipped around nicely. I was most drawn to her long legs that seemed to go on forever. I imagined them wrapped around my waist. She ignored me the whole night except for a few quick glances. One of the other dancers, Jazz, saw me watching Crystal and came over to talk to me.

“I see you like the new girl,” Jazz said.

“Oh yes,” I replied. mersin escort “I do like her.”

“I’ll go get her for you.”

“No, don’t. Let her come at her own pace.”

It took until my third visit before she came over to me. By that time I had learned that almost all of the girls had told her that I was a special customer and that she should get to know me. We talked for quite a while, but she never danced for me. The next week she came over to me as soon as I got there.

“I’ve been told I should dance for you,” she said.

“Only if you really want to, I don’t ask anyone to do anything they don’t want to.”

“Okay, I’ll dance, but not the special ones I see the others give you, only the basic dance.”

“Whatever you want is fine.”

We went over to one of the couches and sat down. On the next song she began to dance. I had watched her dance for others and I knew she could really move. She swayed and rubbed up against me lightly. She kept her back to me most of the time and never once looked in my face. I knew she could do better; this was the type of dance most girls gave the cheap bums who harassed them.

I didn’t push it. I also didn’t try to touch her as I would have anyone else. After three songs, she stopped.

“That was very nice,” I lied as I paid her. “Whenever you are comfortable, I’d like another set.”

“We’ll see.”

It was three weeks later that she came back. She just walked over and took my hand, leading me to a couch. Without a word she started to dance, running her hands along my chest. She pressed her tits against me for a moment before turning around to grind her ass on my stomach. She continued in this general style, but I could tell she was still holding back. She just wouldn’t relax and only looked at me once. Again after three songs she stopped, I paid, and she left without a word.

“That girl doesn’t know what she’s missing,” said Amber, sitting down after Crystal left.

“I think she does,” I said.

“Then why does she hold back on you?”

“She’ll loosen up. Give her time.”

“I’ve seen her let go with others. Not quite as liberal as I am, especially with you, Tiger, but she does a good job in her own right. I wonder what’s holding her back with you.”

“Amber, please drop it. Let her be, and tell the others to get off her case. Let things play out slowly and don’t ask any more questions.”

“Okay, Sugar, I will, but only for you. Now let me give you a good dance.”

Amber stood up and bent over me. Holding my head in her hands, she pressed my face into her cleavage, rubbing back and forth. Looking over to make sure the manager wasn’t watching, she pulled her bra to the side and stuck her nipple in my mouth. I flicked it rapidly with my tongue.

“Oh, yes, Sugar, that feels real good,” she cooed.

Pulling back and covering up, she knelt between my legs. Running her hands up my thighs, she pressed her face to my crotch. I couldn’t see, as her long hair was covering everything up, but I could feel her gently nibble me through my pants. Tossing her hair back, she looked up at me with a wicked grin and winked.

Standing up and turning around, she pressed her butt against my hardening cock. I reached around her and ran both hands up and down her thighs. Her skin felt silky smooth and soft, like I was stroking warm satin. Putting her hands on top of mine, she slowly pressed against me harder.

Taking my left hand and pulling it up her body, she pushed it against her tit and squeezed. It was firm, perky, and her stiff nipple poked me in the palm through her top. At the same time, she moved my right hand over and rubbed it up and down her panty-covered pussy.

“You feel so good, Baby. Your body is so hot,” I purred in her ear.

She turned around and straddled me. Kneeling on the couch, she pressed her crotch against me, up and down on my belly. Sitting back on my knees, she reached down and pressed her hands on my cock. Looking around to make sure we were not being watched, she eased down my zipper.

Moving so she was kneeling to my side, she leaned her body across mine and reached in to grasp my cock. I never wear underpants for this reason. Pulling me out, she started stroking me, spreading my pre-cum around as she did.

As she continued to caress me, I reached up and pulling her panties to the side, ran my finger along her bare pussy. I knew from the past that she was one of the few dancers who would let me do this. We muğla escort continued to fondle each other while glancing around to make sure we were not seen.

Soon enough, I was close to coming. Reaching into my shirt pocket, Amber pulled out the hanky I always kept there and laid it over the head of my cock. As I was about to shoot, I slipped my middle finger deep inside her pussy. Feeling her clamp down on my finger, I shot my load into the hanky.

When I was done, I wiped off and tucked myself back in as Amber straightened herself up. When we had both calmed down, I got up to leave.

“Thanks, Sexy, you were awesome, as usual,” I said.

“Anytime, Stud, anytime,” she said, leaning over and kissing my cheek.

The pattern of Crystal giving me an okay dance, followed by a knockout dance from another dancer, went on for several weeks. Crystal’s dances got a little better each time, but she still wasn’t giving it all she had. After four months, something changed.

Several girls had given me dances over a couple of hours that night, but not Crystal, which was unusual because she usually came over as soon as I got there. On about the third hour, Crystal finally walked over to me, looking a little nervous.

“Please, don’t say a word,” she said.

She took my hand and started walking towards the back of the club. In the back there were two couches that were hardly ever used, even on crowded days. They were facing each other, but completely hidden from the rest of the club. It was common knowledge that if a dancer took you back there, you were going to get an extra special dance, and most certainly not a legal one.

I had gotten a couple of great blowjobs back there. Dolly had taken me back there and fucked me one time. It’s a good thing the music in the place was loud, because Dolly is a moaner.

When I realized where we were headed, I held back. Crystal turned around and gave me a pleading look. I relented and let her lead me. I sat down and looked up at her as she gazed down with a scared grin.

“You don’t have to…” I started to say.

“Shh,” she said, putting her finger on my lips, “I said not to say a word.”

She began to dance for me. This was as different from the other dances as it could get. She really started to get into it, rubbing her tits all over me. Reaching between us she groped me through my pants, all the while staring at me with a huge smile on her face. Squeezing my legs against her torso caused her tits to bunch up, emphasizing an already nice cleavage.

After about a minute, she reached up and took off her bikini top. I saw her tits for the first time up close. Until then, I’d had to be content to see them from a distance when she was on stage. They were gorgeous. Smooth and taut, they lay on her chest about the size of a grapefruit. Reaching down, she took a hold of my hands and placed them on her tits, encouraging me to caress them. They felt so good in my hands – firm, yet soft, and not a blemish on them anywhere. Her short but thick nipples stood proudly on the middle of areolas the size of half dollars. She sighed when I gently squeezed them.

We went on like this for several minutes; me caressing her tits while she ground her crotch against my cock. Rising up and kneeling between my legs, she reached up and undid my belt. Unbuttoning and unzipping my pants, she began to pull them off. I lifted my hips a little to accommodate her.

When she had them off she knelt back down and took me in her hands. Her hands were soft and gentle and felt heavenly against my cock. She stroked me softly, almost adoringly, for a couple of minutes.

Then she bent down and gently kissed the head. I almost came at that moment. I let out a moan as she took me, agonizingly slowly, into her mouth. When I touched the back of her throat, she just as slowly withdrew. She paused at the top, licking the head, and started down once more.

When I got to the back of her throat again, she paused. Relaxing her throat, she swallowed and took the last bit of me in. I exploded. The first shot went straight to her stomach. She pulled back until just the head was inside her mouth. As I fired the rest of my shots, she swallowed them all.

When I was done, she licked me from top to bottom, cleaning me off. Even when I was clean, she continued to lick and suck. Soon she had me back hard again.

When I was ready, she stood up and removed her bikini bottoms. I got my first close view of her shaved pussy. nevşehir escort I didn’t get to look for long, as she climbed back in my lap. She took my head in her hands and kissed me.

In all my life I had never had a kiss with more passion in it. Our tongues were dueling for space. After a few moments, she reached down and guided my cock to her opening.

Without missing a beat on the kiss, she lowered herself down until I was fully imbedded inside her, and we both let out a moan. She sat there for a while, her expression telling me she was enjoying this. Soon she began to move up and down, slowly increasing in speed.

“Oh God, I’ve wondered about this for a long time, but I never thought it would feel this good,” she moaned.

“Me neither. Even my best fantasies about you weren’t this good,” I said.

She had the tightest and hottest pussy I’ve ever felt. As she thrust she would squeeze me, sending pulses of pleasure radiating out from my cock to the rest of my body.

I ran my hands all over her body. Everything about her was pleasing to the eye and touch. The soft curve of her back, with sweet indentations right above her buttocks; her stomach with the tight abs and an adorable navel; her smooth and very kissable neck – all were a source of pure, sensual joy.

I reached up and took a hold of her tits again while she kept on pumping. I rubbed her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand.

“Oh yes, keep that up. I love it when my nipples are played with,” she gasped.

After a minute, I tried to catch one in my mouth, but she was moving too much to get one so I just continued to fondle them and play with the nipple.

Even though I had just cum, I knew I would not last long. I was getting the feeling that I was close when she slammed down in my lap and stayed there. Her pussy started spasming, grabbing my cock like a velvet vice. She leaned down and bit into my shoulder to keep from crying out as she experienced a wonderful orgasm.

This set me off and I pumped shot after shot of cum deep into her pussy. It took several minutes for us to come down from that glorious experience.

Crystal looked me in the eye smiling for a moment then gently kissed me.

“Thank you,” she said. “That was wonderful.”

“It was entirely my pleasure.”

We sat there holding on to each other for about ten minutes. Finally she got off me, my cock slipping out of her. She sat for a moment then started getting dressed.

“I have to get cleaned up and back to work,” she said. “Here’s a towel to clean yourself off with.”

I didn’t ask why there was a towel back there I just wiped myself down and started to get dressed.

“I hope you don’t do this bareback with everyone,” I said.

“This is my first time back here,” she answered, “but don’t worry, if I ever do come back here with someone else, he’ll definitely be covered.”

When we were both ready, she gave me a big hug.

“See you next week?” she asked.

“Nothing could keep me away.”

She smiled at me and walked towards the dressing room while I headed for the exit. As I was leaving several of the girls gave me big smiles, a lot of winks, and a couple of thumbs up.

That was a year ago. I have been back almost every week since then. I still get a lot of dances from the others, but I always end up with Crystal in the back. I asked her once if we could get together outside the club but she said no.

After a lot of insisting I finally got the other girls to let me start paying for the dances, but they refuse to charge me full price. Crystal won’t let me pay anything. We always have earth shattering orgasms, followed by a good cuddle, like tonight.

“Do you think we’ll ever get tired of this?” I asked, stroking her hair.

“Oh God, I hope not,” she answered. “I would never want to give this up now. It’s far too good.”

“I know it is wonderful isn’t it? Are you going over for dinner tomorrow night?”

“Please, I don’t want another lecture on what I do for a living. Mom can be so irritating.”

“Will you come if I promise to get her not to say anything?”

“Okay, but if she says a word, I’m gone,” she sighed.

“I swear she won’t say anything.”

“I’ll be there then. Six o’clock?”

“Yes, but if you can come earlier it would be nice. I know Dad would like a chance to chat.”

“I’ll see what I can do. I could probably get there by four or five.”

“Great, see you then. Bye, Sis.”

“Goodbye, Little Brother, see you tomorrow.”

With one final kiss, I left.

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It was finally the night when Tristan and I planned to meet. Planned to fuck. After months of playing and sexting, making pornographic videos to send to each other, I was ready to feel his 8 inch cock pounding my neglected pussy.

I slipped into the steamy shower, closing my eyes as the hot water trickled over my bare body. My brown nipples harden with each pelt of water. I cupped my breast in my small hands, tilting my head back, hissing as I pinched each stub. I gently rolled them between my fingertips, prepping them for tonight’s adventures.

I slowly pulled my attention away from my breasts as I washed my reddish brown hair, then scrubbing my face and making sure my arms and legs were smooth as aa babies bottom. I soaped up my luffa with my favorite body wash, 1000 wishes from Bath and Body hitting every inch of skin. The scent whirled around the bathroom giving hints of mystery.

After cleansing my body I soaped up my hand, propped my legs on the edge of the tub and massaged my pussy. I picked up the razor, carefully beginning to shave what little hair I had covering the puffy lips. I rid myself of the landing strip and little hairs playing peek-a-boo.

When satisfied it was all smooth, I rinsed the hands and soaped up again this time rubbing my asshole. It was not hairy but just in case it was to be penetrated, I wanted to prepare. It tickled as the tips of my fingers caressed the tight wrinkles surrounding the hole. I sighed in pleasure. Oh yes, he was going to fuck that hole tonight.

I quickly finished up, noticing the time. I rubbed my excited body off with the towel, tweaking my nipples one last time and rolling my swollen clit poking through the folds. Enough! I wanted my first orgasm to come as a result of Tristan’s touch not mine. I brushed my teeth before heading into my room where the perfect out lay.

I knew my role was to play the slut, dress naughty for him. I chose my outfit wisely, his desires in mind. I slipped into a black satiny bra with full cups to fit over my 34C tits. I put on matching black satiny high cut bikini panties with the idea of the darkness of the material catching my pussy juices. A witness to my excitement.

Next, Tristan’s ultimate demand, black thigh highs. Gently smoothing them up my short trimmed legs, I smiled wickedly picturing his look as he pops a hard on in his pants to the thigh highs. He wanted to play, so play we will.

After smothering some matching scented lotion over the rest of my exposed body, I wiggled into a tight shimmering black camisole. I modeled it in font of the mirror to see how see-through it was. Just enough to flirt with the outline of my bra. Next I slipped into a figure forming black leather skirt that ended just inches below my ass and enough to teasingly show the tops of my thigh highs. What I loved most of the skirt was how it zippered up the side.

I finished up by brushing my still wet hair, pulling it into a loose braid and pouting my lips as I applied lips gloss. Pursing my plump lips, I gave myself one last look in the mirror, satisfied with how I looked. I only had one thing left to do, slid into my sexy black 4 inch booties. The extra inches gave my 5’0 frame a more seductive look.

As I began to drive to our meeting place, a hotel room, my thoughts began to swirl. I was nervous, never meeting Tristan. Yes, we have spoke on the phone, face timed, spoke hours on end daily but still, to meet in a room, just the two of us. In a room…just the two of us, his hard, long and thick cock. The balbourous mushroom shaped head demading entrance into my weeping cunt. I couldn’t rush quick enough to my stranger.

After a fifteen minute drive, I arrived. Checking one more time in the mirrors, puckering my lips and shaking out the braid, giving my hair a wavy look. My brown eyes were wide, with what I was not sure. I was terrified yet extremely horny, my vagina leaking. My body was ready to be consumed by my big man even as my mind was shying away.

I bravely exited the car, peeking at my phone to make sure I got the room number correct, 240. I silently slipped up the side stairs, not sure what to expect. Was Tristan going to welcome as a gentleman, moving slowly? Or was he going to play the big red neck biker he portrayed in our messages?

Knock! Knock!

I held my breath, waiting. I could hear his footsteps coming closer to the door. My body heated, my fingers opening and closing with every thump of his boots. My breath hitched as the door knob turned. This was it.

The door opened and time froze. I slowly looked up the 6’5 frame of the man I had been talking to for the past 3 months. He was magnificent. Tall, weighing about 300lbs and all muscle. Dark reddish hair that was shaved on the sides and shoulder urfa escort length, a Mohawk that was slicked back. He had a matching colored goatee, longer and rougher looking reminding me a the men on Sons of Anarchy. His brown eyes met mine, shooting fire as he observed my body with the same interest as I had his.

Tristan was wearing a black Harley-Davidson t-shirt under a heavy matching jacket. He had on jeans that accent his long muscular legs before dipping into large black boots. I wanted him, my sexy, dirty minded biker.

“Hello, Munchkin.” His gravelly voice pulled me from my trance. But too late I realized as he grabbed me roughly into the room, slamming the door.

I let out a squeak that was cut off by Tristan’s fierce kiss. He held me bodily against the wall with a tree truck leg plowing between my trembling thighs forcing me to straddle thigh. His large rough hands roving my body, woke up my muscles as I gripped his silky tresses, opening my lips to his in surrender. I was his to do as he willed.

Moaning in despair as Tristan’s lips pulled away, trailing to my ear whispering harshly, “Mmm, my little slut.” Nipping my ear, I toss my head back hitting the wall as he pushed his thigh deeper into my crotch.

“Please,” I whimpered, clutching his jacket pulling him closer. I squirmed, attempting to feel his cock pulsing against my aching core. I couldn’t wait any longer, I need my big man. I craved his domination of my body.

Tristan understood my silent plea as he shifted his giant frame between my legs. His hardened form stroking my burning body. Those large paws gripping my ankles, slowly stroking up memorizing the feel of the nylon material hiding my legs. The higher he goes the tighter his grip becomes, his thumbs digging into my inner muscles as they clenched in response.

“Fuck, Baby,” He growled snapping the elastic tops of the thigh highs. His large frame shook as his lips devoured mine again.

I groaned as I shoved off the heavy leather jacket, hearing a huge thud as it hit the ground. I then attacked his belt thanking God that my hands were small enough to slither between our heated bodies. Once undone, the button and zipper were disengaged freeing that thick piece of meat my body begged for, had been craving for months.

In a hurry, I gave it a few quick strokes before pulling it to my wet entrance. I whimpered as the pulsing tip came into contact with the soaked barrier. Tristan chuckled as he slipped a finger in the side allowing me to slide onto his thick pole.

We both moaned in satisfaction, as my heated tunnel closed around the beast, sucking it in deep. He just held still within my hole, causing my frustration for completion to mount with every pulse of his cock. Each thump of his penis against my inner walls pissing me off more and more. I was not having it, he may have started it but I was going to finish it.

I gripped Tristan’s shoulders in a firm hold, looking into his dark eyes as I smiled evilly. Clutching his wide hips with my legs, I raised my body slowly up his throbbing member, enjoying the hiss escaping from his lips. Time to take control as I began to ride the powerful biker.

“Oh fuck, baby,” Tristan growled as I pulled his head to mine as I kissed him, my tongue stabbing past his lips and exploring the inner recesses of the hot cavern. I tightened my inner walls feeling every vein and ridge of the cock I was fucking. I wasn’t going to be able to wait much longer. My body was thrumming, nerves sparking as my orgasm peaked.

I yanked away from Tristan’s mouth trying to catch my breath, continuing the up and down stroke on his cock. The muscles in my legs getting their workout as I worked my tiny body along the Big Man. I was ecstatic as I felt quivers race along my pussy with each stroke against the veins.

With a loud grunt, Tristan pushed one last time, hitting my g spot causing the floodgates to open. I screamed, my body shuddering. Every long stream of his sperm splashing against my matching squirt of cunt juice. The battle, what felt like hours, lasting minutes until our bodies dried out.

I lay in Tristan’s arms quaking, mini orgasms trickling down his still throbbing member. I shuddered as I whispered, ” Hello, yourself, big man.”

Laughing softly, Tristan gently carried me to the bed, dropping me on the covers with a wicked smile. I smiled back, my eyes drooping as I watched him strip. Lifting his t-shirt, his abdomen covered in a light dusting of hair, clenching as he raised his arms. Oh God his arms caused me to shiver as he flexed. Turning his back to me, muscles bulging, he bent over roughly pulling off each heavy boot. Oh did he have a great tight ass.

Catching me staring at his butt, he grinned, teeth flashing as he turned back to face me, cock hard. His eyes roved over my relaxed pose, body braced on my elbows, legs open and his semen leaking our onto the bedspread as it bypassed my panty line. Shoving down his jeans sivas escort and boxer briefs, reveling strong legs also coated with light brownish hair, Tristan said, “My little slut, it is time to clean up your mess.”

I crawled to his bobbing cock still glistening with a mixture of our juices. He took a handful of hair, bringing my lips to his member, grunting as my lips open. My tongue rolled around the head, lingering just underneath the tip playing along the seam. Swirl after swirl, I lowered my head, taking the full 8 inches into my hot mouth. My throat opened naturally, my chin tickling his kiwi sized balls with every swallow.

“That’s it, baby,” Tristan cooed, thrusting deeper between my lips. He twisted our bodies so that we were facing the window. I was too caught up with bouncing on Tristan’s lap to really notice his agenda. He pushed my hair to the side, gaze looking through the glass, his lips twitching with amusement before being wiped away as I licked under his sagging nuts. I knew he was close to exploding.

Yanking me away, he kicked the coffee table in front of the window. Motioning towards the wooden piece, he ordered, “Up, now!”

I scrambled onto the table, body shaking with excitement, waiting for the next order. I didn’t have to wait long as he pulled off my top, grunting in approval at my sexy black bra, filled with my swollen tits, nipples slightly viable through the thin material. “Face the glass, legs spread.”

I stood, legs apart my chest heaving in excitement and a little fear knowing that the night was still young and anyone could pass by. My fear didn’t last long as I felt long masculine fingers sift in my tresses moving my head to the left side, tilting slightly back exposing my graceful neck. His other hand snapped open my bra, letting it hang from my shoulders, the edges playing with my aroused peaks. I hissed a he gently tugged the back chaffing the sensitive buds further. The abuse to my breasts caused more leakage from my previously filled hole.

Trailing his fingertips down my quivering body, Tristan hooked his index fingers in the sides of my panties, yanking them down my legs quickly, catching me when I was going to fall. Impressive. My hands flying to the window to brace myself further as he let go. I could still feel his heat, his body temperture radiating through the small space between us.

What felt like hours of emptiness came to a closure as he dragged the front of my skirt up, finger teasing my pouty lower lips and catching droplets of cum. I gasped as the other hand palmed my right globe, squeezing the nipple under the bra cup. Tristan probed the hot opening with an eager finger, sliding inside with ownership. His confident movements finding the perfect rhythm, taunting my hips to sway with the beat, begging silently for release, being denied each time.

“Please, please…” I begged pushing back into his touch.

“Please what, Munchkin?” He responded picking up the pace. I couldn’t answer, my full concentration on his magical fingers, his nails tickling over my sensitive spot hidden within. I needed to come. And I did as he jammed two thick fingers deep into my pussy, the middle finger pressing up and out. Pussy juice squirted from between his digits as he flexed his wrist wringing every last drop.

“Good little slut, ” Tristan praised still stroking my sensitive mound, thumb flicking my clitoris. “Our audience looks pleased with the show.”

Flustered, I looked up out the window. Staring in were two gentlemen, father and son by the looks of them. Both tall, over six feet, dirty blond hair and shining blue eyes. The were stroking the from of their jeans, lust written all over their features. I looked down at the sons crotch where a wet stain was forming slowly, his pre cum soaking through the material. He smiled wickedly as I shivered in arousal.

The sound of a zipper being released caught me attention as my skirt floated to the tabletop leaving the lower half of my body exposed. Three sets of eyes, two blue and one brown, trailed to my shaved mound. The flesh shining from my recent orgasm. My scent wafting to my nostrils as Tristan’s digits open the folds, nails raking over my throbbing clit before pinching it roughly, rolling it between his thumb and finger.

Nibbling on my ear, hard cock pressed into my ass crack, Tristan whispered, ” I think our friends want more waterworks, my little slut.”

That was my only warning as he penetrated my cunt again with two fingers causing me to cry out in pleasure/pain. My cry vibrated through the window exciting our watchers further. I didn’t care, all my concentration was on the invaders within, coming for a third time. The sound of my pussy rupturing the only noise in the room.

Tristan withdrew his fingers, slapping my folds, splattering my juices on the window, my thighs and deep in the air. He gripped a fistful of hair forcing me to make eye contact with our peepers. “Do not take your eyes off them.” tekirdağ escort He warned, fucking my hole again.

I lost count of all the orgasms, his fingers making me explode then withdrawing slapping the mess as if bragging the audience before starting the process over again. My muscle were limp as I was dropped to the table on my hands and knees, laying in my own pool of cunt juice my ass to the glass. My head was lifted, my blurry gaze connecting to the large 8 inch cock swiping along my lips.

Lazily, I lapped at the piss hole and along the ridges of the cap. I heard Tristan moan as I dipped lower, taking half of his man meat inside my hot mouth. Twirling my tongue, I hummed, the vibrations sweeping to his swollen balls. I felt powerful as I controlled the pace and depth of the blowjob.

That was until Tristan propped his knee on the table, tilting my head back as he began to fuck my face. I glanced to the side, noticing the duo had pulled out their cocks, jerking hard as they witnessed our play. The father had an average size dick about 6 inches. The son was another story with a 10 inch long, not so thick, cock with a massive blood red tip. Both slits were pulsing with the need to release their semen.

A sharp jab to my inner right cheek pulled me out of my thoughts as Tristan fucked my mouth deeper. At this odd angle, I could see all three sets of eyes watching my swaying tits hanging free from the bra, My nipples scraped the tabletop as I rocked back and forth. My heated mound was teased against the glass with every movement, leaving smudge marks against the coldness.

Tristan leaned over, pushing his dick further into my mouth as he swiped the tips of his fingers from my wet vagina to my wrinkled asshole. I closed my eyes enjoying the feeling as he tickled the same path, up and down. I could feel my stomach clench from my approaching orgasm, my arms trembling trying to keep my body from toppling. I sucked hard, swallowing the log between my lips as I pushed back trying to penetrate any hole.

“Oh no, my little slut, I am in charge.” Tristan said, his fingers retreating slowly as a warning. I whimpered, swiping my tongue under the tender ridge of the cap as an apology. “Watch, Munchkin, as we create liquid fireworks.”

With that declaration, he began to pummel my cunt with fierce determination, the slapping noise of his nuts against my chin with the beginning thrusts of his swollen member. I moaned around the pulsing muscle as I was pounded from both ends. I was trapped.

I slid my gaze to our viewers as the continued to fist their dicks, determination etched on their faces. The men had moved closer to the window as if beckoned by my withering form. I could see both sets of sacks tightening with the threat of release as their fist pumped up and down the shafts. The purplish veins streaking from the tip to the base, looking like angry snakes protecting their ground. What was humorous about this was both men stroked to the same rhythm, copycatting looks as well as movements.

Tristan jerked away from my pouty mouth, gripping my jaw in a strong hand, faced raised. “Hold still, Slut!” He ordered.

He jerked his anaconda like cock, the mushroom shaped cap aiming straight for my face. I glanced to the side watching the other men follow, their tips pressed to the glass all three males giving their members quick short jerks, daring their sacks to empty. It was time for the fireworks.

I lifted my waiting mouth, licking my lips as if beckoning its feeding time. Tristan grabbed his testicles in a tight grip, willing his body to last a little longer. He twisted his fingers in my sopping hole, his thumb entering my butt, almost as a warning to hold still. I yelped, pushing back ready to explode, mumbling under my breath, pleading with unintelligible words. My body shook as I ejected my cunt juice, teasing the men outside as it splattered against the glass.

The set off the liquid fireworks.

Tristan growled as his head was thrown back, ejaculating over every inch of my face, his second shot just as powerful as the fist, hitting my throat. The third, a little weaker, hit my swinging tits and the fourth coated the table. The older man cried out as his first stream smacked the window with a small echo. Two more streams following mixing with his sons cumshots. Through my blurry vision it looked like there was a cum shower outside.

The visitors quickly put back their penises and with a small wave disappeared. Tristan pushed my head gently to the table to clean up the mess we made, purring positive words with each swipe of my greedy tongue. He then turned me to the window, cleaning my pussy cream.

It was then I made eye contact with a light haired female with similar features to the younger man that was just outside. Oh my God! The mother! I grunted, shifting away before Tristan stopped my retreat. He saw what had startled me, and with a wicked wink, ordered me to finish as she scurried away in horror.

When I finish, he picked me up and lovingly placed me on the large king sized bed. He stripped my bra off, playfully touching here and there. He left on the thigh highs and heels. I sighed softly, enjoying his seductive pampering. Closing my eyes, I smiled tiredly ready for the next round…

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