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This is a crossover story. You can read the four stories in any order.

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Part 1

Ashley twirled a lock of auburn hair around her index finger as she sat behind the welcome-desk of the gym. The days were slow. The weather was far too nice for people to show up at the gym at this time of day. Work, school, and the great outdoors kept the place the opposite of busy. After the early risers had been and gone, the only other employee scheduled to work for that day left, knowing they’d only need one person working during what was affectionately called the “no-sweat hours.”

Leaning over the top of the counter, Ashley contemplated her options. She’d go entire shifts without seeing a single person. She regretted not remembering to bring a book to read during this time. She tapped her foot on the ground behind her, trying to keep a rhythm to at least busy herself in any sort of way.

That tapping of her feet though eventually caused the shoe to work its way loose. The ties weren’t well done, which destined the foot to pop out! The action was minor, and something easily fixed, but not for Ashley. Something about that action sparked a thought inside her head. Suddenly the boredom vanished and a shiver rocketed down her spine. She was no longer truly in her work appropriate clothes; she was now missing a shoe.

Instead of slipping her foot back in, she raised it more and let the shoe flop to the ground. She then placed her sock covered foot to the ground next to it. She wiggled her toes and rubbed the foot against the smooth tiled floor.

“Oh Ashley, that’s hardly appropriate! I’m afraid we can’t let you help customers when you’re sooo indecent!” Ashley said in a mocking voice to herself. She then lifted her other foot up, and pressed the back of the heel against the floor. “Yeah, well this is what I think of your rules Boss!” and she popped the other shoe off.

Ashley felt positively naughty to be without her shoes at work. Such an innocent thing, but it was terribly taboo a feeling to Ashley. She though also knew where it could lead.

A loud “Ding!” echoed the lobby along with a quick yelp from Ashley! In that moment, a customer appeared and Ashley felt as if she was caught doing a horrible crime!

“Hello. How are you today?” The short haired blond woman asked Ashley. Ashley seized up a bit but realized her state of undress was a secret. The counter easily blocked her feet from view.

“I’m doing well. How about you?” she replied. She couldn’t keep from nervously shifting her weight from foot to foot. This was only making it harder to forget that she was without her shoes though, feeling only a thin layer of white cotton separating her skin from the floor!

“I’ve got my membership card… wait… where is it…?” the woman said as she started to search her bag.

“Can’t find it?” Ashley asked.

“Just one of those days,” the woman said with a nervous giggle. After a bit of searching, Ashley realized she should probably start searching for the customer information. She also began to bring a toe up to the top of one of her socks and start to push at the garment. Something felt naughty about actually trying to undress herself in front of a customer!

After a few questions, Ashley was able to help the lady out of her predicament. Ashley verified that she was a member. She also got one of her socks down enough so it hung only on the toe. She could feel it about to fall off; it would even fall if she moved her foot just a little. “Enjoy your time here!” Ashley said to the guest. Just as the blond turned, Ashley let the sock fall to the floor. A shiver ran back up her spine at the thought of successfully removing a piece of clothing while having a conversation with someone!

Ashley wasn’t sure if she was more shocked by the fact that she had a person come in to work out, or by how bold she felt she had been by taking off the spare sock. She now had a totally bare foot exposed, contrasting with the covered one. She shook the bare one around, just relishing in the freedom.

When she set the uncovered foot down, she loved just how bare it felt, specially compared to the other one. Actually, she was a bit bothered by the difference; she wanted the same feeling of freedom on both feet.

Ashley turned, hopped, and sat her bottom onto the counter. She lifted both feet and stared inquisitively at them. Even visually, the asymmetrical nature bothered her. Her shorts left most of her legs bare, and the tiny sock on just one of her feet seemed off. She wanted to see both her feet uncovered in the workplace.

She drew her feet further upwards and towards herself, rubbing both ankles tenderly under the soft pads of her fingertips. She then snapped the top end of the remaining sock. A finger sneaked its way in and pulled the material taught. It began to tug and wiggle the elastic from side to side, slowly lowering the sock as it did.

To Ashley, something like this action was surely a thing izmit escort bayan you only do in private. Something you do alone in your room so you could prepare for bed or a shower. Now though, she was doing it right in the open lobby of the place she worked!

When she got to the heel, she pushed the cotton over it. Something about getting clothes past their toughest to past spot always made Ashley gasp out loud. In anticipation for the moment she held her breath. The sudden feeling of being past the toughest point was relieving as well. So without much effort, she took the sock from her foot, and let both bare feet dangle over the side of the counter.

Ashley was feeling really good. Her act of rebellion wasn’t just in what she wore, but what she was doing. Sitting on the desk, her back to the front door was not something a proper employee did. Ashley was sure she’d be alone. After a few more minutes of this, she felt very confident that she was going to be alone till the afternoon.

A bit of guilt struck Ashley. She was enjoying herself far too much while ‘not working’. Deep down inside, she knew she should at least try to earn her paycheck properly. So when she noticed she was running low on a few supplies at the front desk, she decided she should go hunt some extras down.

She grabbed hold of her socks, and raised a foot to slip into one. She was going to get redressed, but then thought of how devilishly fun it could be to make the journey barefoot. She reasoned it was unlikely she’d run into the girl from before so she tucked her socks into her shoes instead, and stored them away in a cabinet under the counter.

Padding across the floor and down the hall, Ashley was making her way to the storage room. She took careful steps, both as if she was sneaking, but also to savor every step. Her body was so sensitive when exposed, even if minutely. The same trip she made daily was suddenly new and different.

In the store room, she began to gather her supplies. A few odd items like receipt paper were grabbed to help get her through the day, or if she were being honest, for the next few weeks considering how slow business was.

As she was reaching up to get something from a high shelf, Ashley found her stretched out body was slipping from her clothes, though in the slightest of ways. Though slight, it still made her heart race. Her soft cotton shirt rose up, the hem tickling her stomach slightly. She could also feel her shorts slip partially. When she looked down, she saw the hints of her black panties peeking out from the blue shorts. Her heart thumped ever greater when she considered the possibility of being like this while someone were around.

No one was around. She was the only one working, and she was in an ‘Employee Only’ room. She swayed her hips in that moment of realization, letting her shirt hem tease waist back and forth. Ashley leaned forward some, allowing the gap under the shirt grow larger, thus letting air in that tickled her torso.

She grabbed the item on the high shelf and stepped back. She looked down, and found her shorts still a bit lowered, of course not having been able to lift themselves up. Her shirt wasn’t quite long enough to hide her shorts, and that meant that sliver of skin and black cotton was still on show between the two pieces of outerwear.

“Don’t want to come back up? I’ll admit, I’d rather you stayed there or lower too,” Ashley said, talking to her shorts. She giggled at the thought of talking to her clothing; the loneliness of the shift was starting to show.

Yet that feeling of being alone made her think some more. Did she really have to pull her shorts back up? The halls would be empty still; only one guest was around…

Ashley turned to the door and opened it. She was right, the halls looked empty. It was a short walk back to her desk. She dared herself to keep her shorts where they were till she was there.

She had supplies in hands, her shorts were just barely letting anyone get a peek of her underwear-color choice of the day, and she felt ready to go. She stepped out into the hall, still very aware that her feet were bare. She closed the door behind her and made her way back to the desk.

Ashley’s bare midriff was experiencing a tantalizing feeling. She’d seen many of the people using the gym show more skin, but it still seemed to mean so much more to her. She delighted in the feeling, and was giddy the whole way back, although a tad nervous as well.

When she got back, she felt triumphant. She had completed her self-dare, and she rubbed the upper band of her panties just to make sure they really were there. The lobby was as empty as when she left it too. She slipped some fingers between the panties and shorts, and ran them around her body. In a way, they felt useless as she felt them be lifted away from her body in different areas.

“Useless clothing… shouldn’t be worn, right?” Ashley asked herself. She kocaeli abal yapan escort then tugged the shorts down further. “A little of my panties, or all of my panties, it’s all the same really,” she reasoned with herself as she got the shorts to her hips. “No one can see me from the other side of the desk… so what would be the difference?” she wondered aloud. Then with another push, gravity did the rest of the work and her shorts found her ankles! She then knew the difference, that the thrill was multiple levels greater!

She nervously moved closer to the counter, feeling she needed to fix her sudden increase in exposure. Besides her ankles now, her legs were bare. The bikini cut on her panties in no way offered them any protection. The black material was far from looking like any sort of clothing; it was clearly a cute pair of panties!

Shorts around her ankles wouldn’t really make her look in anyway dressed, if anything, somehow more undressed. That was at least Ashley’s reasoning as she slipped her feet from the garment. Her shorts were lying on the ground of her workplace! She stepped on the shorts and slid the pair around the floor. She watched herself do this, her outstretched bare leg pushing her very own shorts around!

As she got into the motions, she turned and rested her backside against the side of the counter. Her shortless state was very well hidden from the world, and so she was happy to keep playing. Her bottom wiggled and rubbed her pantied butt against the surface behind her. She loved all the feelings. Air conditioning on her legs, her foot on her shorts gliding across the ground, and her barely covered butt rubbing against company property!

With a playful flick, she kicked her shorts away from the counter and towards the back wall. She felt like time was flying, that is until her heart sank and everything seemed to stop. A loud ringing noise filled her ears and she felt she was really in for it!

Luckily, it was just the phone, the eternal line was ringing. A moment of shock and panic made it so Ashley was slow to answer the device. She realized she was at least safe for the moment, and finally picked up the receiver.

“Umm… this is… I mean… the main desk,” Ashley said. She was so nervous. Though it was a conversation over the phone, she had some kind of feeling as if she had to hide the fact she had her panties on show.

“Oh yes, I was wondering if maybe we could get some extra towels in the changing room? We’re good for now, but before hitting the exercise room I thought I might warn you. Seem to be low on them back here. Later that could be a problem,” a woman said from the other side of the line. Ashley figured it was the blond from earlier. Ashley was almost surprised she would still be in the locker room.

“Sure, right away Miss, I’ll get on that,” she said, never one to turn down a request from a guest. The two hung up, and Ashley again made a motion to reach for her shorts.

“The extra towels are in the yoga room… that’s a bit of a ways away from the locker room… I could grab them first, and then come back for my shorts after…” Ashley said. She was starting to think about making the trip sans-shorts. The idea was nuts, but she felt it would be fun too.

She started to rethink the idea though. She could easily be caught on the way there or back. Somewhere, the guest was in the building. She could even have someone else arrive. Could she get behind the counter again before someone saw?

Ashley crouched down, wanting to hide as she was distracted by her thoughts. She was feeling very exposed, this was where she worked after all. It’s one thing to be undressed in public, but she had to uphold a certain level of professionalism.

On the other hand, Ashley hadn’t had this much fun during “no sweat hours” ever. Her blood was racing and heart beating faster than probably half the people who used this gym. The feelings were always far too intoxicating for poor Ashley. She wanted to control herself, but she found herself looking away from her shorts, and instead towards the hall.

She turned a left, heading towards the west wing. She walked, knowing that she had only panties on from the waist down. Her shirt didn’t hide them, her hands at her sides didn’t hide them, and surely the shorts, socks, and shoes she left behind didn’t hide her panties either!

Every step she was farther from the cover that could make her decent. She felt the way her body moved, the way that her panties hugged her shape. She was so much more aware of them now that they were exposed. She was so distracted she didn’t pay much attention as she walked into the yoga room, and was quickly surprised to see a blonde!

The blonde in the sports bra hadn’t seen Ashley come in; Ashley didn’t even get a good look at her. Ashley was sure no one else was at the gym though, so it had to be the same girl. Ashley was able to quickly izmit evi olan escort side step out of sight. It seemed that somehow the guest had beaten her to the yoga room. Didn’t she say she was going to the exercise room? Ashley quickly got to a pile of towels on a cart nearby. She held the pile in front of her panties, hoping it would be enough cover. She hadn’t been noticed yet, so she was happy to step away unseen with the towels. She didn’t even take time to think or observe.

Ashley sighed with relief. She was again in the hallway, not much more covered, but she dodged what was one of her worst worries. She now was again alone, and at least knew that the risk was all behind her. The only guest was in the room, and she had the rest of the building to herself. So once more, she walked down the hall, constantly checking over her shoulder to make sure the guest wouldn’t see her.

Ashley at Work

By Jappio

Part 2

The pile of towels she held in front of her waist did little to really hide her current clothing state. They only covered her lap. Bare legs and the hem of her t-shirt were exposed on either side. From the side or behind, her panties were clear as day. Even her feet were bare as she stepped down the tiled hall.

She approached the lobby area, spotting her desk. That was where her shorts, socks, and shoes were. She was about ready to grab them, put them on, and be decent again. Thinking about it, Ashley knew that the only guest was behind her. They wouldn’t need the locker room again for awhile either. It was a totally safe trip. Being in the locker room would be a safe enough place to be without shorts too, so there would be little harm if the guest did visit the room.

The temptation was strong for some reason. Getting herself back into the clothing seemed like a chore, as if it would be like shackling herself and restricting herself of freedom and fun. Why do such a thing if she could safely enjoy her freedom just a little longer?

Ashley no longer stared towards the counter she normally sat. Instead, she began to walk again. She was going to continue to walk down the hall with her panties on show! Ashley even held the pile of towels higher, more against her abdomen. She left her lower half as exposed as possible in her short jaunt towards the locker room.

With every step, Ashley could feel the cotton of her panties shift. She marveled at what it felt like to have her legs totally bare. Somehow, it still felt new, even though she had her legs bare many times in her life. Perhaps it was because of where she was, or how strongly the contrast of being covered and uncovered was for her. Yet she savored that feeling greatly, and was a bundle of smiles as she opened the door the women’s locker room.

Ashley was alone in the room, as expected. She quickly set the towels down where they needed to be. She could have sworn there had been more there earlier. She didn’t mind though, a bit of extra work was fine to help keep the mind off how boring the day was.

It was a nice way to make herself do something extremely risky and exciting. Though she was in a locker room, a room where many women have been more undressed than she was, she still enjoyed the thought of how she was dressed. She was an employee, not there to change, and yet she was without her shorts. Her shorts weren’t even with her, they were down the hall!

She walked around the room. Ashley pretended like she was inspecting it, but really she was just mentally checking off a list of different areas that she was wandering without more than half her work uniform. It felt like a sort of accomplishment. She was here, there, and everywhere in that room, and she did it with bare feet and her black cotton on show.

Stopping in front of the locker, Ashley thought about times in the past. Locker rooms were tough for her, especially after a workout or gym class. She remembered how much she hated to actually redress. She was always too shy to take off too much or stay undressed with the other girls around. However, when her body was sweaty and tired, the last thing she ever wanted to do was keeping anything on or putting anything on. She always wished she could toss her bra across the room, and take off her tiny panties.

Now, alone in the room, Ashley pretended she was able to do as she wished she could back in the day. She slipped her thumbs under the waistband of the panties. She wiggled her hips and arched her back. She hummed to herself, complaining of the heat and how tired she was from working out. The panties rounded the surface of her bottom first, the smooth skin tickled by the downward moving fabric.

Ashley giggled. The feeling was too wonderful for her to describe. The panties had started to feel restrictive the more she kept thinking about them. Having them off now only seemed natural. So with a few more shakes of her hips, she finished dropping the tiny piece of cotton to her feet. She shivered with delight as she felt the material go past her toes as she removed a foot one at time from them.

She reached down and dangled the tiny black material over her toes. Ashley wondered how something that looked so harmless was always so nice to get rid of. She moved her hips left and right exaggeratingly, just feeling the air swish past them. She was now completely bottomless!

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I had been waiting for you for almost half an hour. Wondering what was up when you surprisingly had called me earlier in the day and told me to meet you here for dinner.

The restaurant you had picked wasn’t fancy, but it was dark and I had picked a quiet corner booth while I waited. I was on my second drink when I finally spotted you as you walked in. You looked gorgeous as always, but you seemed to have a special sparkle in your eye. you were wearing a long frilly very feminine skirt, and a simple white blouse, but on you it looked spectacular.

“Sorry I’m late” you said as I rose to meet you and you kissed me quickly before taking a seat.

“That wasn’t much of a kiss!” I complained with a grin.

“You really do have a one track mind!” you giggled as the waitress brought our menus, and I ordered you a drink.

She said she would give us a minute and be back to take our orders, and then left us alone. It was early for dinner, and the place wasn’t very crowded.

“Now about that kiss…..” I murmured as I pulled you closer to me and kissed your neck, your earlobes, and took your mouth in mine and kissed you passionately.

I gently tasted your mouth with my tongue, as I couldn’t help but slide my hand up the outside of your blouse to run my fingers along the outline of your breasts through the material of your blouse. You kissed me harder and I squeezed one tit roughly with my hand, as my other slid around your waist to feel your cute round ass under that frilly skirt. I could feel your nipple hardening at my touch as the waitress seemed to sneak up on us with our drinks.

She was smiling when I turned to see her, my hands still roaming your body as she asked if we were ready to order now. We ordered quickly, and she finally left after winking at you before she went.

“I think she likes you!”I laughed as you were turning slightly red as I suggested it.

“Oh quit it, you’re so bad!” you told me, seeming somewhat flustered.

“Mmm,I don’t know, she really seemed to notice you.” I told you as I took a sip of my drink.

“You really do have a one track mind!” you replied as I sat my glass down.

“You bet I do baby, but only with you!” I said as I traced the outline of your breasts again through your blouse.

You had removed your shoes and were running your foot up and down my leg as rubbed your tits in our dark corner. I could feel you pulling your skirt up under the table as I played with your tits and nibbled on your neck. I wasn’t sure what you were doing and was surprised when you pulled your hand out from under the table and stuck two fingers in my mouth. They tasted deliciously of your sweet wet pussy, and I groaned as I licked off every drop.

“You don’t play fair!” I complained as I slid my hand down under the table and up under your skirt.

I ran my hand slowly up the soft warm flesh of your inner thigh, and quickly rammed two fingers deep inside your already soaked pussy.

“Oh God!, I think you’re izmit escort the one who doesn’t play fair!” you whispered in my ear as your body stiffened slightly as I ran my fingers in and out of your sweet pussy.

“Unbutton your blouse” I told you as I continued to stroke you under the table.

“Not here, there are too many people” you said, gasping for breathe as you did.

“I don’t care….unbutton it now!” I told you more firmly.

You slowly started unbuttoning it as I kissed my way down your neck, sliding a third finger into your quivering pussy. As you undid the third button, my mouth was already kissing the tops of your breasts barely concealed in your now exposed lacy white bra. My other hand quickly pulled the flimsy material down out of the way so that my mouth could find what I had been seeking. You pulled my head closer to you and moaned out loud as my mouth closed over your hard pink nipple, as you pushed harder against my probing fingers. I hungrily sucked your swollen nipple harder, gently biting it as your hand found and massaged my throbbing cock through my pants.

“I want you so bad!” you whimpered in my ear as I continued to finger fuck you under the table, your lucsious tits exposed to my mouth in the dark corner of the room.

“How about we just do it right here……”

I teased you as you looked around the room to see if anyone was watching. No one seemed to notice, except possibly one guy at the bar who seemed to be looking at you.

“I think we’re being watched….” you murmured as I sucked first one big hard pink nipple, and then the other.

“Well then, we’ll give him something to watch!” I told you as I made sure he had a good view of your big full bare tits.

“I have a better idea!” you exclaimed as you pushed me away from you and said “come with me!” .

Pulling your bra back up and holding your blouse closed, you took my hand and led me past the bar and down a hallway, making sure your blouse was open as we made our way past the nosy guy at the bar. I just winked at him as we went, not sure myself what you were doing. You led me down the hall and into the ladies room. There wasn’t any one else in the rest room as we entered, and I picked you up and sat you on the counter. I wasted no time in unbuttoning the rest of your blouse, and with a quick flick of the wrist your bra was hanging down on your arms as my hands were quickly wrapped around your tits. I squeezed them roughly and pinched your nipples harder now than before, as my tongue once again explored your mouth. Your hands were busy unzipping my pants and freeing my straining cock as my hands continued to explore your ripe full tits. I broke our kiss and pulled you up off the counter, turning you around.

Quickly removing your blouse and bra, I was anxious as I bent you over the counter to pull your long skirt up past your warm lucsious ass. I couldn’t wait any longer as I took your ass in both hands and pressed the head izmit anal yapan escort of my aching cock against your swollen pussy. I wanted you so much that nothing else mattered, as I plunged my cock deep inside you from behind, burying it all the way to my balls on the first stroke. Pounding you against the counter top, I ran my hands up your back and around your body to fill my hands once again with your swaying tits as I hammered my cock in and out of your sweet wet love tunnel.

“Oh yes!…baby that feels so good!” you cried out as you pushed back to meet my thrusts.

About that time the door swung open, and in walked our waitress. Apparently she had been watching more than we knew. I was too far gone to stop now for any reason, and watched in surprise as she sat on the counter next to you. She took one of my hands off your tits as she lowered her mouth to suck your taut pink nipple. You moaned louder as she took my hand and slid it under her skirt and pulled her panties aside. Her slick shaved pussy was already wet and swollen, probably from watching us in the dining room. I loved watching her suck your tits as I pounded your pussy from behind, her hand still covering mine as I finger fucked her. I felt your body start to quiver, and I knew you were about over the edge from all this attention. You cried out in pleasure, her mouth now biting and greedily sucking your tits, her other hand roughly squeezing them both. I could feel your pussy tighten around my aching cock as I fucked you harder and faster, my fingers still buried inside her warm tight pussy.

“Oh Godddddd!, Oh fuck me!” you cried out as the first orgasm made your legs start to shake as I pounded you harder into the counter top, my own body now filling with anticipation as I couldn’t take anymore.

I exploded deep inside you as you pushed back hard against me as we both erupted in pleasure together. Our new friend was still riding my fingers hard as we both began to wind down, momentarily satisfied, yet still aroused by our newcomer.My cock now limp and spent for the moment, I watched as she sat you on the counter and buried her face between your legs.

“I want every drop of both of you!” she told us as she buried her tongue as far inside your cum filled snatch as she could reach.

I couldn’t help as I watched her bent over lapping your pussy, I had to lift her skirt up to run my hands over her ass, still covered by her white panties. She made little moaning sounds, her mouth still buried in your pussy, as I ran my hands up and down her legs and caressed her round ass. Your head was leaned back as you enjoyed the feeling of her tongue inside you, as I pulled her sweater up to reveal her somewhat small but perfectly round tits, covered only by her little stretch type sports bra. I moved beside her to pull the bra up past her tits to expose her small, but marble hard pink nipples.

You were both moaning now as I took her tits gebze escort in both hands and pinched those little nipples roughly between my fingers. From where I stood I leaned over to take your nipple in my mouth as I continued to squeeze and pinch her small tits. I could see you smile out of the corner of my eye as you watched my hands on her young body, and her head between your legs. I pulled away from you and kept one hand on her tits, as my other hand ran down her back and slid under her panties to feel the warm bare skin of her ass. I pulled her legs farther apart and reached through to fell the slick lips of her wet shaven pussy. Her whole body shuddered as my finger touched her clit, my other hand still tightly pinching her tight little rose bud nipples.

My cock was once again pointing towards the ceiling as I moved behind her and pushed her panties aside to slide two fingers inside her dripping snatch. She moaned louder, but never missed a beat in her effort to lick your pussy to ecstacy once again. I moved in behind her slim body and slid my cock between her legs, sliding the still wet head of it along the swollen lips of her cunt.

She reached down with one hand and grabbed my hard cock as she guided it to where she wanted it. I took her ass in both hands as you watched, and slowly stuck my throbbing cock inside her waiting pussy from behind. She gasped momentarily, but went right back to hungrily eating your pussy as I fucked her from behind.

With each stroke of my cock she seemed to press harder against your pussy, and we all groaned in pleasure as we fucked each other silly. I loved watching her eat you as I fucked her harder now. I reached around her to run my hand over her tits, as my balls slapped harder against her red ass, pushing her mouth ever harder down on your eager pussy. I reached out to pinch your nipples as she moaned, one hand on your tits, one hand on hers. I only wished I had two cocks, so that I could fuck you both at the same time! Your body was quivering once again as I knew you were about to cum, her pussy tightening harder around my pounding cock, my hands still happily clutching both your tits.

You were the first to cum, as she sucked your clit to a MAJOR orgasm! You bucked up and down wildly on the counter as she relentlessly continued to torture your pussy until you were totally satisfied. You lay back on the counter in exhaustion as she moved slightly to the side and clutched the countertop as I drove my cock harder and harder into her thrusting body. I had both hands clutching her ass as I slammed her harder and harder against the hard counter top.

“Oh yeah!..fuck me harder!” she cried out as her body began to shake.

I ran my hands up and pulled her back by the hair and ran one hand around her body to feel her firm tits again as I exploded inside of her and filled her pussy with my cum, just as I had filled yours only moment earlier. My body jerked as I filled her up, her own bucking wildly as she reached back to grab my ass and pull me all the way inside her.

After a few moments of blissful rest, she quietly pulled her clothes back into place and kissed us both passionately.

“OH, by the way, your order is ready!” she smiled as she walked out the door.

We both laughed together “OH yeah, we came here for dinner, didn’t we????”

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Jane greeted the two men dressed in a silk bathrobe that went halfway down to her knees, and a glass of wine in her hand.

“Nice place you got,” said William.

“The wages of sin. It’s your big dicks that put the roof over my head. You guys wanna drink?”

“Just a beer for me,” James said. “I’m driving.”

“What, you never head of Uber?” Jane turned to William. “What about you, Billy boy?”

“You got scotch?”

Two drinks later they had gotten around to Jane’s problem.

“I’m telling you, I don’t give a fuck about Dan, but for him to move on, from me? And make it so obvious? The guy’s got no class. Look, I’ve broken up with a lot of guys in my life, but I always did the dumping. And now he dumps me for that…that hillbilly? I don’t care how good she sucks cock. Nobody dumps me.”

“Well, she does have nice tits,” said James.

“Yeah, but Dan’s not a tit man. He’s a…how do I say this? He’s a penis man.”

“What,” the two men uttered in unison?

“No, no, no, I don’t mean he’s a fag, but Dan is in love with his cock. All he needs is a place to stick it. The more someone loves his cock, like Liz, the more receptive he is. .”

William cleared his throat.

“Except me. Sure, I love his cock, but he doesn’t know that.”

This time it was James who cleared his throat.

“Okay, okay, so it’s no secret that I love his fucking cock. Big fucking deal. So what? Nobody dumps me.”

“I have learned the hard way,” commiserated William, “that relationships based mainly on sex never last.”

“I’ll drink to that.” And they all did.

“What’s the deal with your mother,” asked James?”

Jane reached for her phone, and it was plain to see that she wasn’t wearing underwear.

“It’s six-fifteen. My mother is coming over seven-thirty. You guys want something to eat?”

“We grabbed a burger on the way over,” said James. “We’re good.”

“And the plan,” asked William?

“I’m still working on it. Just follow my lead. I’ll think of something.”

“Trust me, she will think of something,” said James, talking to William.

“I can trick my mother; that’s easy, but fucking…are you sure? Do you really want to fuck my mother? James, I know you’re a perv, but…”

“That’s exactly what I said,” interjected William. “Nothing personal, but a fifty-year-old pussy just doesn’t do it for me.”

“Jimmy, look; a hand-job? I’m one hundred percent certain I can deliver. A blowjob I’m eighty percent certain. But a fuck…I don’t know.”

James thought it over. “I’d settle for a blowjob. But it has to be a real blowjob. I want her mouth on my cock the whole time, not just a little sucking and then a hand job to finish me off. And she has to make me cum.”

“Yeah, like that would be hard.”

William laughed. Where do I fit in,” he asked? “I didn’t come all the way over here just to watch.”

“Oh don’t worry, you fit in. It takes two to Tango.”

“I don’t get it.”

James translated. “What Jane means is that you and I have to butt-fuck each other, while she watches. The original deal was her mother had to fuck me, but I think a blowjob will be good enough.”

“And I’m going to film it too…just for my own private pleasure,” she added, in response to William’s frown.

“Wait, you mean that if I get a blowjob from her mom I have to…”

Jane interrupted. “Hey, you guys wanna smoke a joint?”

William smiled. “There’s so much about you we don’t know.”

James was drug-tested at work, but marijuana was no longer on the list of banned substances. He may not have smoked in many years, but he was game. William and dope were on a first name basis, so the three of them sat down on the floor in a small circle. Jane’s robe was fairly secure, but every now and again her golden triangle would emerge as she shifted her position, and when she leaned forward to pass the joint her boobs would briefly flash. James could feel a stirring in his loins. James lusted after Jane like no other woman. The marijuana high only intensified his desire for her. While driving over here he had confessed to William that he was in love with Jane, which is when William first used the phrase about relationships based on sex not lasting.

“It’s not about sex,” James protested, but then, after a pause, he owned up. “Okay, it’s about sex.”

“See? Then it won’t last, so don’t go around saying you’re in love with her. Besides, you’ve already had plenty of sex with her. What’s the problem?”

James had to admit that he didn’t know the answer. And now, sitting on the floor smoking a joint – or joints, because Jane just lit another one, mesmerized by her golden mound of Venus, James now realized what the problem was. He was jealous. Jane clearly preferred fucking Dan to himself. Sure, Dan was probably better at it, but James was improving, his confidence had gone way up, and he thought he had given Jane a pretty good fucking the few times they had fornicated. Ultimately though, all James really wanted was to be Jane’s stable boy, her fuck toy, to do whatever she pleased to him. Now more than ever, seeing this his long relationship with Kristie had ended. But that would be Jane’s call, bodrum bayan eskort not his.

William began squirming. He felt antsy, and he finally stood up. “I don’t mean to freak you out or anything,” he announced, “but whenever I smoke weed I feel like taking off my clothes.”

“Don’t let me stop you,” said Jane, and she watched with interest as William’s flaccid penis flopped from his pants and hung down, assuming the cylindrical shape that’s captivated so many people.

“That feels so much better,” he said, sitting back down.

“You know, I have to admit, you really do have a fantastic body. I can see why Olivia went ape-shit over you.”

“I got lucky. She is a great woman.”

“Lucky? Yeah, right. Like you didn’t work out in the nude and expect people not to notice you.”

“Yes, but I was lucky it was Olivia. It could have been someone ugly or fat, or old. And look, it led me to here.”

“What about her boys?”

“Huey and Dewey? Oh yeah, I did them too.” William smiled, in broad remembrance.

“I don’t know how she gets away with that. They’re what, fifteen?”

“No they’re not,” replied William. “They’re eighteen.”

“Well they look about twelve.”

“On that we agree.”

“Everybody thinks of Olivia as the quiet one,” Jane mused, “but then she goes out and gets two slave boys.”

A few minutes of silence passed. Jane finally looked at James. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t just sit there like an idiot. Take your clothes off too.” Jane started laughing. “Look at you, you perv. You’re fucking tented. Unleash your bone, give it some room to breathe, why don’t you.”

James’ erection sprung out as he lowered his boxers, and both William and Jane cast admiring glances.

“How can you be so fucking horny all the time,” Jane asked? How many times did you cum today?”

“Three. It would have been four, but Monica killed things at the end before we got off.”

“That’s true,” confirmed William. “We were both ready to get off too.”

“That’s good,” replied Jane. “Now you’ll be extra horny when my mother shows up.”

“I don’t mean to be a buzz-kill,” said William, “but if you get to film me and James performing, what are you giving up? For me your mother’s not enough. It might be for James, but not for me.”

Jane sighed. “I know what you getting at. Jeez, I was afraid it would come to this. You’re a perv too, like Jimmy. Okay, here’s the deal: if you butt-fuck each other and let me film it; and again, I swear it will be just for my own pleasure, we’ll have a threesome and you can have your way with me. You can fuck me until you drop…no, wait.” Jane smiled. “I have a better idea. I’ll give you six orgasms. You can ravage me until you’ve shot your load six times total, between both of you.” She cackled. “I can see it now. You guys will be fighting with each other over orgasms.”

“No we won’t,” William said. “Six is enough to go around.”

“You say that now,” she shot back, “but when there’s just one orgasm left you’ll be fighting to see who gets the last one…oh my God, I can’t believe I didn’t script this. I can see it now, naked men wrestling each other over orgasms, like moose butting heads with their antlers to see who gets to fuck the female…oh yes, this will work out just fine.”

“You’re devious,” William said, “but I’m game.”

James was all-in. “Me too,” he said.

Jane looked at her phone. “Hey, I got a text from my mother. She’ll be here in fifteen minutes. Wait…yikes, she sent it ten minutes ago. Let’s get ready.”

“Ready?”

“Yes, you have to be doing something when she arrives. That’s phase one.”

“We’re not fucking until after you deliver.”

“That’s fine, but this is what I want you to do.”

William and James lay down on the floor and interlocked their legs in a scissors movement until their penises were practically touching. Jane looked for some string. Her plan was to tie them together. Why? Who knows why? It seemed like an erotic idea. But then she thought of something else.

“Stand up,” she said. “Slap your cocks against each other.”

“Ouch,” said James, as William unloaded on him. “That hurts! Take it easy. You’ve got a big fucking piece of meat.”

“Stop whining, said Jane. “If you don’t like it then hit him back harder.”

The two men really got into it, engaging in some serious swordplay. Now it was Jane who was mesmerized. She sat in a chair, content to watch and, not surprisingly, her hand soon found its way to her clitoris

“It’s harder to slap with a boner,” said James. “I don’t have any flexibility. William’s soft, so he can whip it around and turn it into a weapon.”

“Then get him hard, dumb-ass,” roared Jane. Maybe it was the two beers, maybe it was the weed, maybe it was simply that James was turned-on by William, but he was only too happy to comply, and he sunk to his knees and began nibbling on William’s penis.

“No cumming, Billy-Boy. This is just the warm-up act.”

****

Margaret Santori – Jane’s mother – pulled into a parking space outside Jane’s condo. Turning to her companion, a shapely woman yalıkavak escort in her mid-thirties, she said, “Just follow my lead. Jane’s friend, James, is visiting, and he’s a nudist.”

“Is he the same one you told me about? The one with the…”

“That’s right, you can say it. The one with the fourteen-inch sausage.”

Penelope giggled. “If, like you say, you can convince your daughter to film the presentation, it would be a game-changer. The Board couldn’t say it was too provocative, since it could only be seen on their website. The teachers can show it to their students in a controlled environment.”

“Since I ran into – ahem – some problems, when I tried to do it live,” replied Margaret, “it makes sense to film it. The educational value remains the same…”

“…Without the titillation.” Penelope giggled. “I never should have had that vodka at dinner.”

“I can’t think of a better way to appreciate a naked man.”

“Is he really going to be naked?”

“James pretends he’s a nudist, so he’ll definitely be naked. You see, I think he’s having sex with Jane. I caught him naked at her place, and rather than simply admit that they were having an affair they concocted a story about him being a nudist, and a gay nudist at that.”

“But you knew right away, right?”

“Oh yes; my daughter thinks she’s smarter than me. I act naïve, and the next thing you know there’s a young buck with an enormous dong dangling in front of me. She even made up a phony nudist handshake ritual, just so I could grab on to it and give it a good shaking.”

Penelope laughed. “A nudist handshake? Maybe I should have had a second vodka!”

“I think you did,” replied Margaret.

“Shut up.” Both ladies giggled this time.

“So did you give him the nudist handshake?”

“Of course I did. No way I would pass that up. A woman my age doesn’t get too many chances, so yes I shook it a little. The only unscripted part was the ejaculation. That was a surprise. Maybe I shook it a little too much, or maybe, like my daughter said, he needed a release. But he’s really sweet. You’ll like him.”

They walked up the stairs. “I’m hoping that things work out tonight, but there’s something that worries me.”

“What’s that,” asked Penelope?”

“This was Jane’s idea.”

“Come on Margaret, maybe she’s trying to make up for the embarrassment at school last month.”

“Penny, I have my heart set on this anatomy lesson. I think it’s the best way to teach sex education. I really do. I thought the Principal was on-board, and she probably was, until Jane had him masturbate.”

“You know you have my support at the school, but the less said about that incident the better. It didn’t go down very well, as you can imagine.” Penelope Sutters was the Vice-Principal at the girl’s academy where Jane’s mother taught. Despite being fifteen years younger, they had bonded. One of the reasons was her support of Mrs. Santori’s proposal of using a live male for the male anatomy lesson, which was part of the sex education curriculum. It seemed so much smarter than relying on pictures from a textbook. From her general appearance once would probably not find Penelope attractive, but she had the proper raw material, most notably her shapely figure, and a little makeup, contemporary hair styling, and an updated wardrobe could do wonders.

“Look at the bright side,” said Penelope; “even if this doesn’t pan out, we get to eyeball a big piece of sausage, assuming it’s at full mast.”

“I know James. He’ll be at full mast.” Margaret sighed. “Deep down my daughter is a good girl. But she likes to flirt with men and tease them, and James is infatuated with her, I can tell. Don’t worry, he’ll be erect.”

She knocked on the door, but nobody came to answer it. She knocked again and then put her ear to the door.

“I can hear music.”

“Why don’t you text her and say you’re here?”

“No need.” Margaret Santori reached into her purse and took out a key and unlocked the front door to Jane’s condo. “Remember, follow my lead. I have to outthink my daughter.”

****

William was almost hard, but not quite. James was still a novice at sucking cock, and a player like William could tell the difference. He needed penis-worship, and James was too clumsy and inexperienced to provide it. He had managed to get William up to about eleven inches, but that final inch was proving to be beyond him. Jane, preoccupied, had long since forgotten about her mother. Instead she was vigorously massaging her cunt lips and inserting her fingers inside her vagina. Watching men engaging in homo sex was an incredible turn-on for her.

All three of the stoned and tipsy participants in this mini sexual opera were made acutely aware that something was amiss when the lights in the room seemed to brighten by themselves.

Once the shock wore off, after Jane’s mother gave her expected spiel about how degenerate her daughter was, and after Penelope’s eyes nearly popped out of her head at the sight of William and his big black dong, the plan would slowly reach fruition.

Without waiting for Jane’s lead, Mrs. Santori walked up mumcular escort to a very surprised James and gave him the nudist handshake. “Your turn, Penny,” she said. But Penelope was still admiring William’s body, and Margaret had to repeat her words.

Jane, by way of explanation, said that William was James’ gay lover and that he too was a nudist. Thus they weren’t embarrassed about being naked in front of woman, and that’s why they were fully erect or, in William’s case, almost-fully erect, although Penelope couldn’t tell the difference. From her perspective, eleven inches, twelve inches…what did it matter? Jane continued with her explanation, deftly securing her robe as she spoke. She said how her condo was the only place the two men felt accepted, free to express their love and free to have sex, because she, Jane, didn’t judge, and because love is such a beautiful thing, and because…well, dammit, just look at these two guys. They’re hung like fucking mules! Did she really say that last comment or did she imagine it? Either way, her mother and her companion understood.

“That reminds me,” said Margaret. “I want to talk to James in private about the anatomy lesson. It still might happen.”

“Oh jeez, Mrs. Santori, I am so sorry for what happened last month. It was her idea,” he said, pointing at Jane.

“You were the one with the fucking boner.”

“Please,” interrupted Margaret, “I know you had good intentions, but James, you made one mistake; you took Jane’s advice. Let that be a lesson.”

Jane’s mother wanted to talk to James in private, to get him away from the influence of her daughter. She wanted to let him know exactly what he’d be signing up for. She couldn’t afford any more screw-ups. Would James be comfortable enough to allow himself to be filmed while standing naked in front of a group of impressionable, young ladies? She wasn’t buying the nudist thing. If he wasn’t one hundred percent relaxed the tension would visible on film. They went into Jane’s spare bedroom, leaving Jane, Penelope and William in the living room.

“Have you given William the nudist handshake,” asked Jane? That was catnip to Penelope’s ears, and after a moment’s hesitation she greedily wrapped her hand around his shaft and wagged it from side to side. She also placed her other hand on William’s chest and marveled at his physique. William’s ego responded, and he assumed a few flex positions for her benefit.

Seeing that Jane was in the room, it wasn’t surprising that within minutes she convinced Penelope that having William masturbate for their visual pleasure was a perfectly normal concept. And he had no problem submitting to Jane’s request. A lot of anxiety had built up in his mammoth organ and he could do with a release. The two enthralled ladies considered themselves fortunate to be able to watch William as he played with his tool. He first grabbed the base of his massive shaft and bounced it up and down. The narcissist in him had taken over. He loved an attentive audience, so he decided to put on a real show for the ladies, humoring himself by contemplating the most erotic way to jerk his meat. But Jane had other ideas. Still thinking about the agreement, if she could get Penelope to fellate him, phase two would be complete.

“Penelope, what do you say we give Big Bill a helping hand?” When she didn’t respond, Jane inched closer to William and grabbed hold of his penis.

“C’mon, it will be fun. He was almost ready to explode when you arrived…and that was from a guy. Let’s show him what a woman can do. C’mon, I know you want to play with it.” Penelope did want to play with it, so she moved in next to Jane and they took turns fondling William’s cock. William’s penis hardened even more, although it seemed hardly possible. After a short while Jane began to lick his enraged shaft from the side. “Penelope, you do the other side,” she said, and the school Vice-Principal’s tongue began to flick along the top of his shaft, right where his miniature cockhead was partially hidden by the foreskin. William grunted, his legs grew weak, and he leaned on Jane’s shoulder for balance. He was losing control.

“Pull it back,” said Jane, delighted that Penelope had taken the bait. “Let’s see the cock-head.” Penelope pulled up on the foreskin and a tiny orb crept into sight.

“That’s it,” cried Jane. “That’s what we’re here for. “Lick his tiny, little, pee-pee cock-head. I bet he likes that.”

William’s moan of pleasure confirmed that she was right.

Jane crept back a few feet, allowing her mother’s friend unfettered access to the big rig. William looked over at her with a big smile, and Jane winked back. So far, so good.

Despite having had three orgasms earlier in the day, William was incredibly stimulated. Penelope’s enthusiasm was enticing, her technique was good, and his twelve-inch cock had peaked and was nearing its release point. It hung at a downward angle, which happened when William’s cock was at its firmest, so when Penelope removed her hand, rather than spring up, like some penises might, it fluttered a bit before gravity took over and kept it angled down. Seeing him so aroused, with legs wobbling and muscles heaving, Jane knew it wouldn’t be long. And it wasn’t, for a minute or two after Penelope had begun her sucking in earnest, semen began gushing out of his cock like bullets being fired from a gun. Jane counted four blasts, four puddles on the floor, before William dribbled himself into full drainage. Jane and Penelope shrieked with delight.

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I pulled up in front of the house and parked. It was just after noon on Sunday and I was here for my monthly obligation, the family dinner. I shouldn’t make it sound like it’s a chore, we had been doing this as long as I could remember, although now that I’m grown and living on my own we don’t do it as often as we did back then. When I was living at home and growing up, we had a formal Sunday afternoon dinner every week. My mother would spend hours cooking and getting things ready for us and then we would sit down in the dining room for a great meal and time to discuss what was going on in all of our lives. When you are eight years old there really isn’t a heck of a lot going on in your life, but as we got older there were more things that we could discuss. Of course, when you’re a teenager there are also a lot of things that you don’t want your parents to know about so it was a balancing act.

I got out of the car and walked to the door, I knew what was coming next. Since my sister and I had moved out and were on our own, our mother had given us some leniency and our family dinner had been relegated to the second Sunday of each month. As I reached the door I pushed the bell, waiting for someone to answer the door and allow me in. This had been a minor issue over the years, my parents insisting that since this had been my childhood home I didn’t need to wait for someone to allow me entrance, I should merely just walk through. It had never been an issue when I was living home, but as I went to college and started returning only for vacations and summer break I had felt less connected to the house. Now that I had been out on my own for six years, I thought it considerate to ring the bell and wait for permission to enter. I know it wasn’t necessary, but I thought it would show my parents some respect. I didn’t have any thoughts that I might walk in on them going at it on the living room floor, that was something my parents would never do and the thought of it kind of turned my stomach.

The door opened and I was facing my sister Robin.

“Why do you always do this Ray, you know you don’t have to ring the bell.” She started repeating the same conversation we had every month.

“Come on Robin, you know I feel funny just walking in since I don’t live here any more.”

“I’ve heard it all before but you know how mom and dad feel about it.” She continued, we had been over this part too.

She stepped aside and I walked in before she closed the door behind me.

“Is that your brother Robin?” I heard my mother’s voice from the kitchen, but I knew she knew exactly who had been at the door.

“Yeah mom, it’s Ray.”

“Can you explain to him that he doesn’t have to ring the bell when he comes over. He doesn’t seem to listen when I try to tell him.” Mom’s voice drifted out of the kitchen.

“He doesn’t listen to me either.” Robin announced with mock exasperation in her voice. This same conversation had occurred every month for I can’t remember how long.

“I need to talk to you Ray.” Robin said softly as we moved into the living room.

My Spidey sense started tingling as soon as she had said it. This usually meant she wanted something from me and I knew I would find out shortly.

“Give me a minute Sis, I should go in and say hi to mom first.”

“Okay, I’ll wait for you here.” She said before sitting on the sofa while I went into the kitchen to say hello to my mother.

My mother was standing at the stove just as I expected her to be. She was a good cook and spent a lot of time and effort on the Sunday dinners and I couldn’t complain about it, the food was certainly better than anything I could cook on my own or the fast food I sometimes found myself eating.

“Hi mom. It’s nice to see you.” I started as I moved behind her to give her a kiss. She turned her head enough so I could reach her cheek before returning to her work after I had brushed it with my lips.

“Your father is still upstairs getting ready, he should be down shortly. Dinner will be ready in about half an hour. You can grab a beer if you want, I picked some up at the store yesterday.” She said without interrupting her actions.

“You want a beer Robin?” I shouted to my sister in the other room before opening the refrigerator to get one for myself.

“I guess I could if you want to bring it out.”

I took two bottles from the refrigerator and popped the caps before walking back into the living room to see what Robin had on her mind. I handed her one of the bottles and then took a sip from mine before setting it on a coaster on the coffee table.

“Thanks.” She said as she took the bottle I offered her, taking a sip from hers as well.

The TV was on with a baseball game playing. I wasn’t much into sports and I knew Robin wasn’t either, and even if I was, the teams playing weren’t any that I followed. As I sat she turned the volume up with the remote and I realized the only reason the TV was on was so no one would hear her conversation with me. My Spidey sense started tingling even more now.

“What’s on your mind Robin?” I started cautiously.

“I want you to do something for me.” She asked, her eyes looking first toward escort bodrum the kitchen and then the stairway where my father would descend once he finished getting dressed. I wondered what she had to say if she was so concerned someone might hear her.

“And what do you want me to do for you?” I asked, I realized I didn’t need to since she had never been hesitant about telling me what was on her mind in the past.

“I want you to go out with a friend of mine.” She said softly, still looking around the room to be certain no one might be listening to our conversation.

“Oh no! I’m not going out on a blind date with one of your friends.” I said forcefully, not that I even knew who she might want me to go out with but I had heard all of the horror stories about blind dates.

“And why not? You don’t even know who my friend is.” She said defensively.

“All I know is that if you have to try to set me up with her, there must be some reason she can’t find her own date.” I tried to be logical. Logic had never worked with Robin in the past and I didn’t think it would now, but I did need something to say in my defense.

“She’s a good friend of mine and she just has a couple of problems…” Robin started before trailing off.

I knew I would hate myself, but if I didn’t ask Robin would tell me anyway. “What kind of problems?”

“She has some issues with self-confidence and I think she’s a little insecure about herself.”

“And how will going out with me help her self confidence?” I wondered aloud.

“She just has trouble with guys.” Robin continued without offering any more specifics.

“And what does that mean? Has she had a lot of bad experiences or does she just hate men?” I answered, I wasn’t sure exactly why I had said what I did.

“She is unsure about guys right now, she thinks she might even be gay.”

“What?? Why would I want to go out with a lesbian? Why don’t you go out with her?” This was getting more and more bizarre the longer Robin talked.

“Are you afraid you’re not going to get laid if you go out with her? And I’m not that way! You know I’m seeing Porter anyhow.”

I don’t know where her comment about getting laid came from, but I didn’t think it was appropriate.

“I don’t go out with women with the expectation of getting laid.” I responded, it was true. Well, it was kind of true. When I went out with a woman it was in the hope we might end up in bed, but wasn’t technically an expectation.

“I didn’t say she was gay, I said she’s not really sure.” Robin tried to rehabilitate her earlier statement.

“So she has self-confidence issues and isn’t really sure if she’s gay or not. Do I have it right? So tell me again why I might want to go out with her.”

“She has a really great personality.” Robin offered in her friend’s defense.

“A great personality? That’s code for fat and ug… err unattractive.” This was getting better all the time.

“Look, I told her I thought you might want to go out with her. Say so if you don’t, but this means a lot to me.” She answered softly, lowering her eyes and fluttering her eyelashes demurely. This hadn’t worked any time she had tried it in the past while we were growing up and it wouldn’t work now. Unfortunately, she did know what would work and that would be her constant harassment of me until I agreed to do what she wanted me to. I could try to hold out as long as possible but in the end the best way to get her to stop harassing me was to give in. She knew it and I knew it but somehow we always had to play out the game.

“Look Robin, this woman doesn’t need a date, she needs a therapist.”

“You just don’t understand. She doesn’t need other people judging her, she needs some compassion. She’s already lost over 100 pounds.” I could tell Robin was almost in tears at this point, apparently this woman meant more to her than I had realized.

“100 pounds? Just how many more does she have to lose?” I wondered.

“I’m not sure, maybe 60?” robin’s answer was more of a question than a statement, but she offered it very hesitantly.

“Okay, if I agree to take her out, and that’s a big if, what did you tell her she could expect from me?” My resolve was starting to crumble.

Robbins mood picked up considerably at my last statement, she sat up straighter and I could see a smile start to form on her lips.

“I didn’t say anything specifically, I thought I would leave that up to you. I don’t think you have to do anything fancy, maybe just dinner and a movie or something like that.” She left the thought hanging.

“I’ll think about it.” I answered just as my father came down the steps to join us in the living room.

“So what’s the score?” He asked, glancing over at the game on the TV.

“I don’t even know, dad. We just turned it on for a little background noise.” I offered, that’s really all the TV was doing at this point.

My mother called us in to dinner shortly, all talk about me taking Robin’s friend out was quickly forgotten. I was grateful that any talk about Robin’s request was not brought into the conversation, my parents were the type who would feel sorry for Robin’s friend and bodrum sınırsız escort the three of them might potentially gang up on me until I acquiesced to my sister’s request. I appreciated her consideration by not pursuing the subject in front of them.

Just as it always was, Sunday dinner was great and we spent two hours eating and going over events in our life, nothing special there. Shortly it was time for me and Robin to leave, each of us needing to get back to our own places.

“I’m still not certain about this, but assuming I agree, what do you want me to do?” I asked Robin as we stood near the door before leaving.

“I’ve got her number right here, you can call her once you make up your mind and work out the details. I know she’ll really appreciate it.” Robin said, digging into her purse before taking out one of her business cards with a number written on the back.

“You know, you haven’t even told me what your friend’s name is.” I mentioned as I took the card and toyed with it before putting it into my pocket.

Robin looked a little embarrassed before softly saying “Fanny.”

“You did say Frannie, you know like short for Frances?” I asked, even though I was pretty certain I had heard exactly what she said.

“No, her name is Fanny. It’s her real name or at least that’s what it says on her driver’s license.” Robin added, I’m sure she thought I didn’t believe her.

Things just kept getting better and better. What else could go wrong??

“Ray, there’s a big dog peeing on your car outside.”

“Thanks dad!”

*****

I thought about Robin’s request all the way home, I still wasn’t sure exactly what I was going to do. Of course that was foolish, I knew that if I didn’t I would never hear the end of it, the only way to get her off my back was to do what she wanted. She always knew just how to push the right buttons as we were growing up and she always got her way. I couldn’t fault her for that, she was my sister and I loved her dearly. I guess we were fortunate, we didn’t have the antagonistic relationship a lot of siblings seem to. In fact, I had always tried to be her protector as we were growing up. I don’t know if she knew it, maybe she did and maybe she didn’t, but she never said so if she had a clue.

When we were younger she didn’t need a lot of protecting, we were just two kids whose lives sometimes meshed and sometimes didn’t. Once we got into high school, I did start to feel more protective of her. I guess as I started becoming more aware of my own development, both physical and sexual, I started seeing Robin in a different light. Don’t misunderstand me, I didn’t have any sexual feelings for her and despite what others might do, I had never even thought about her in sexual fantasies I had. She was a very attractive girl but not one of the super hotties in the school. Unfortunately, that was a problem. Most of the guys in school would fantasize about the super hot girls but knowing they could never get them, went after the girls who were a notch below super hot. Robin fit this criterion perfectly and many guys thought she was attainable. That’s where the problem came, she had more attention than she knew what to do with it.

I didn’t think she was naïve and I didn’t believe I could really dictate who she saw or what she might do, but still tried to do my best to take care of her. If some guy might be bragging around school that his intent was to get into Robin Franklin’s panties that weekend, then I felt the need to counsel him. If she wanted to go out with a loser like that I really couldn’t tell her no, but I didn’t need him posting it around the school that’s what his plan was for her. Maybe some of it was just bravado and bragging for his buddies, but I made certain his intentions were not broadcast to the rest of the student body. For the most part I think I did a pretty good job, she managed to make it through high school without any real issues and some of the dead wood who had thought to make inroads with her had been convinced otherwise by my little counseling sessions.

The only real incident came during a period when Robin was going through a rather rebellious phase. For whatever the reason she thought she should do exactly the opposite of what anyone told her. This included our parents and for the period of a few months they weren’t certain exactly what to expect from her. I knew that if I tried to tell her one thing she would do the exact opposite so even what little advice I offered her had to be carefully constructed so that she would do what I hoped she would

The object of her interest during this rebellious period was Jack Pruett. I don’t know why otherwise intelligent girls somehow become attracted to the bad boy, but Jack was definitely the bad boy of the school. It seemed he was constantly in trouble for one thing or another and for whatever the reason that seemed to attract a lot of girls to him. He had a nose ring and wore his torn pants hanging off his ass. He always had a cigarette behind his left ear which totally violated the school’s policy and many a time he had been called into the office to be disciplined for it. I can bodrum otele gelen escort remember the vice principal taking the cigarette from him and tossing it and then seeing Jack take another from the pack in his pocket and replacing it even as he was walking out the door. He drove what had been his mother’s 20-year-old Honda commuter car but he had put one of those fart can mufflers on it to make it louder and also some shiny wheels and tires. He had a big whale tail spoiler on the back that was attached with duct tape but he had the coolest car around if you asked him.

I remember the day Robin let slip that she had agreed to go out with him one Saturday night. She regretted saying it immediately, but then looked at me defiantly as if daring me to say or do anything. I knew better than that so just kept my thoughts to myself and wondered what I could do to prevent her from doing something which I knew she would regret later. Fortunately she ended up not going out with him, he had to cancel out on their date. Somehow a rake had been left lying on the ground next to his car and as he went out to get in one evening he stepped on the tines which were facing up and the handle came up and hit him square in the face. The handle had been heavy metal and broke his nose. It also blackened both of his eyes and he ended up losing his two front teeth. In the hospital emergency room doctors discovered that his idea of hygiene with respect to his nose ring had been to spit on it every once in a while before replacing it. They found a bacterial infection in the cartilage of his nose and before they were finished, most of the cartilage had to be removed. At some point some cosmetic surgery would enable surgeons to replace the damaged cartilage with a plastic prosthesis, but he finished his last year of high school with essentially no nose. This had caused him to be so distraught that he gave up any desire to go out with women for fear that they might be laughing at him. In truth they were laughing at him and many of those who had succumbed to his advances earlier now felt sorry that they had. Funny thing though, he swore that his family had never owned such a rake and couldn’t understand how it had been left lying next to his car.

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I spent the next two days thinking about Robin’s request and worrying about what I might do. In reality I knew I had no options, if I failed to act she would hound me until I gave in. We each knew it so there was no point in trying to put it off to find excuses not to do what she wanted me to do. That part had been settled, but I still had reservations about how to approach this whole thing. Normally meeting a new woman and going out with her had never been an issue for me in the past, but a blind date was new territory for me, and besides that, despite what my sister had done to minimize all of the issues, Robin’s friend seemed to be carrying a lot of baggage.

Robin had told me that perhaps just a quick dinner and a movie would be suitable and knowing her, I could probably assume she had already promised her friend that would be our plan. With much trepidation I called Fanny on Wednesday night, not sure exactly what to expect. She picked up right away as though expecting my call but her tone was short and curt. I could sense nervousness in her and remembered what Robin had told me about her various insecurities. I didn’t have to be a professional therapist to get that vibe from her. Not wanting to prolong things, I came straight to the point and we made plans for me to pick her up Friday evening about 6.

All day at work on Friday I started to get more nervous about meeting Robin’s friend. I tried concentrating on my work and some of it enabled me to lessen my worry, but still it was there in the background waiting to come forward at any second. I knew this was foolish, I mean I’m a mature adult and I had been on several dates in my life that hadn’t turned out as well as I would have liked. I was positive this would probably be another and that fact alone shouldn’t have worried me, but for some reason it did. I had originally thought to ask her to meet me at the restaurant just to make it easier to bail if things didn’t look good, but that seemed like the coward’s way out. Shortly before I left work I told myself that I was being silly and that I should just man up and deal with things however they happened. It took a while for me to convince myself but soon I was driving toward home so I could get ready.

I took a quick shower and started to prepare for tonight’s date, but then I had to decide what to wear. I knew I had to look nice but at the same time I didn’t want to get dressed too nicely just for an informal restaurant and then a dark movie theater. If I had been going out with a new girl I was trying to impress I might have, but now my appearance was less critical to me. I didn’t want to appear too casual, so in the end chose a nice shirt and some khakis, I thought it a good compromise between formal and too casual. The clock was ticking as I finished getting ready, I knew I would need to be at her place to pick her up at the appointed hour. Again I worried about time, I didn’t want to be late but at the same time showing up too early might look as though I was anxious and I didn’t want her to think that. As all these thoughts whirled through my mind I realized I was acting much the same as I had when I was 16 and going to see a girl for the first time in my life. That night had been a little awkward for me but I survived and I assumed I would as well tonight.

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Suddenly, Meg started screaming and pointing down into the water. “A SHARK! A shark is circling me, help! HELP!” I saw a large shape swim toward then away from her. She tried to suppress her screams as she treaded water. When the creature surfaced next to the boat, I saw that it wasn’t a shark, just a playful manatee. When it headed for Meg again, my devious mind kicked in. Suppressing a smirk, I figured I could later toss the blame for my joke on the date – national pranking day, April Fool!

“Meg! I think your neon pink suit is attracting it like flags attract bulls. Lose the suit now! Take it off and let it drop. Hurry!” I shouted. Sue stared silently at me, just a bit concerned with losing her lent swimsuit. Meg froze, open mouthed. It seemed to make sense to her feeble mind. She protested that she’d be naked and didn’t have other clothes and God wouldn’t approve.

How did we get to this point with a bible thumping prude? About two months ago, sexy, beautiful, guileless Meg broke up with her sixth boyfriend in six months. She was crushed by the string of relationship failures and had lost all confidence in herself and fickle men. Sue and I were concerned about her depression and invited her to stay over a few days. Those days crimped our lax and skimpy dress code and feckless sex everywhere. It only got worse with each passing week. When Sue had enough constraints on her essential freedoms, she roped me into not so subtly making Meg want to leave. If only . . .!

Two months ago:

Her third grade smarts and eternal brainless questions quickly ran the gamut from ingratiating to irritating, despite her incandescent beauty. Her last six boyfriends didn’t have the patience she commands. Her infantile modesty kept her in flannel PJs with us and them, if she ever got that far. Sue was determined to change that and I was happy to reap the benefits. At 5’6″ and 125 lbs., her 34Dx24x36 frame was a tight fit for her eight-year-old flannels. When Sue pointed out they were getting threadbare at her nipples, ass and knees, Meg added a robe to cover up. Tant pis! Lucky for us, Sue didn’t mention the well-worn acre that Meg’s bush wore away. We both enjoyed the peeks we got when Meg relaxed her hated robe.

Instead of pushing her limits, we continued to make her jaded at her current exposures. Sue began more frequent and intense displays of affection when Meg was nearby. Her kisses were more soulful, sultry and inspirational. Her hands wandered more freely, manipulated my swelling dick over and inside my slacks. I took the hint and let Meg see my over-shirt nipple stretches and my openly cupping Sue’s pussy in shorts, slacks and even just panties. It took Meg two weeks to stay in the room when we began mutual fondling. When she did, she sat in a nearby chair and slyly watched us. A blanket covered our further foreplay. She saw the energetic ‘bumps’ in the blanket when Sue released and pumped my dick or I pulsed her pussy deeply.

Yesterday, March 31:

Sue wanted some time away from Meg for unrestricted sex, so ‘we’ decided to rent a Key West sailboat for a day. Problem solved! Right?! We were not clear when we told Meg that we’d rented a sailboat, so sexy, beautiful cousin Meg invited herself on our private outing into the Gulf. Sue and I had hoped for just a LITTLE isolated time to skinny bodrum escort bayan dip, yet within sight of the coast of course. Sue loves to be fully seen if she has some deniablility, and is easily ‘convinced’ by dares or ‘accidents’ though she knows better. You’d think another beautiful body could only help, right? So where’s the problem? Well, gorgeous Meg is still a bible thumping conservative with mid double digit IQ. She is as gullible as she is beautiful and wasn’t aware she was infringing on our special time.

Meg didn’t have a swimsuit and wanted to shop for an ultra conservative one. She asked Sue where she could get a one piece with a crew neck and tennis length skirt. My playful wife smirked when she told me she could discourage Meg easily by offering one of her most outrageous and smallest bikinis. “Why buy a new suit for a day when you can just borrow one of mine?” Meg gasped when Sue offered her a choice of similar thong suits in neon pink or nude with translucent panels.

After a minute of extreme eyeball gymnastics and gasping, Meg surprised us by grudgingly selecting the neon suit. She accepted it and said she’d just keep a skirt or towel on so her bare, pale buttocks were safe. If she put on the suit, she’d be showing us and strangers more skin than we’ve seen in two months. Fortunately, or maybe not, though the cups were much too big for Sue’s tiny tits, they would still not contain Meg’s very full D-cups. I can’t wait to see her dive into the cold water!

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Today, April 1:

We packed a cooler with ice, beers and sodas and lunch meats. Besides light jackets and large towels, we didn’t pack any clothes and ‘accidentally’ forgot Meg’s rucksack full of her conservative safety clothes. Meg wore her jacket and sweat pants over the tiny suit Sue lent her, so we didn’t see any skin yet. Sue wore her jacket, but nothing over her thong bottoms. As she scurried around and bent over, she made sure her bare cheeks were aimed at Meg.

We left at dawn and found our boat ready and waiting. Though it was already hot when we cleared the dock, Meg was still in her light jacket and sweats while Sue was catching rays face up. Within minutes of leaving the dock, Sue took off her top. Horrified, Meg closely watched her sunlit tiny tits gyrate with the rocking. After getting just a few hundred feet offshore from a public beach, I dropped anchor. Sue stood up, topless, and faced the beach. From the rear, Meg would have sworn she was completely naked and teasing the small beach crowd. Sue abruptly dived into the gulf and swam closer to the beach. Meg was aghast.

I stripped to my Speedo and let Meg watch my obviously swelling shaft as I stowed my jacket. I suggested she take a swim too, but she said she was too embarrassed to expose the tiny suit. I teased her and pantsed her before tickling her to get her jacket off. Her bright, bare, pale ass glared in the sun. As she wiggled and squirmed, I got the jacket off and managed to slyly caress her full, soft tits then began to release her top. “Sue’s already topless, don’t you want an even tan for a change?”

But she pulled quickly out of the jacket and resisted. Her nipples were still covered, but her big, pale tits moved temptingly as they were tossed around. “OK! OK! bodrum otele gelen escort I’ll di-dive in! Let me dive in. Those people can’t see me so . . . “

Looking thru my binoculars, “Yes, you’re right. Except for that group with the telescope, they can’t see your beautiful body.” She quickly dove into the gulf! Unfortunately, her top stayed on, but her nipples were visibly and deliciously hardened. While treading water, she watched Sue leap from the water like a dolphin, tits up then ass up. Sue was loving her near naked exposure to everyone.

After circling and teasing Meg for several minutes, Sue charged her and pushed Meg’s top up to her neck, briefly exposing her big, beautiful, voluptuous tits and stiff nipples to us. Meg shrieked loudly and turned heads from the beach. Sue slowly climbed on board, land side, to maximize her ass and perfect nipple exposure to everyone. Far too quickly, Meg covered her pale brown nipples and puckered aureoles.

Sue grabbed a towel and dried her hair, back and legs as she faced the beach and Meg. Meg was bugeyed; Sue loved the exposure. When Meg looked up into Sue’s eyes, Sue hooked her bikini bottom and pushed it to her feet. Meg shrieked again, yet stared at my completely naked wife on the deck. She was fascinated with Sue’s Titian curls, her hand frozen on her mouth. Sue ran a towel between her legs to keep her attention focused there. She took her time drying her groin before lying on her towel face up and fully naked. Meg was conflicted about coming on board again and exposing so much of her bare skin to me and the curious crowds.

Suddenly, Meg started screaming and pointing down into the water. “A SHARK! A shark is circling me, help! HELP!” I saw a large shape swim toward then away from her. She tried to suppress her screams as she treaded water. The creature surfaced next to the boat. It wasn’t a shark, just a playful manatee. When it headed for Meg again, my devious mind kicked in. Suppressing a smirk, I figured I could toss the blame for my joke on the date – national pranking day, April Fool – and finally get her naked for us and publically.

“Meg! I think your neon pink suit is attracting it like flags attract bulls. Lose the suit now! Take it off and let it drop. Hurry!” Sue stared silently at me, just a bit concerned with losing her lent swimsuit. Meg froze, open mouthed. It seemed to make sense to her feeble mind. She protested that she’d be naked and didn’t have other clothes and God wouldn’t approve.

“You have to choose . . . be naked or be shark food. A shark that big can bite you in half then, as you bleed out and chum the waters, wait a bit before coming back for the rest of you. HURRY!” She looked around and made her decision as the creature approached her again. Her bright top fell away and I could see it drift lower.

Just as it disappeared, the bloated creature snagged it on its nose and shot to the surface. It playfully flipped it to Meg who screeched and tossed it away. “Get the bottoms off quick!” I shouted. Having found a bright toy and a playmate, the playful fish chased the neon top and Meg dropped her bottoms. The manatee returned with her top and swam between her and the boat. It again flipped the pink top at her and she again screamed and tossed it away. I’m sure the manatee was gümbet escort happy to play, Meg, not so much.

All the screaming caught the attention of the beach crowd, but when they heard Meg scream ‘SHARK’, they stayed on land and watched. They couldn’t tell what the large creature was, but I’m sure they enjoyed my naked wife looking on from the rail.

The creature flipped the pink top high in the air and it caught midway on the mast. Meg’s wonderful tits bobbed out of the water several times, but when the manatee accelerated within a foot of poor Meg, she kicked out of the water to her hips then rolled backwards. Her frantic, splayed leg kicks allowed us a full view of her thick, dark pubes and how unctuously they clung to her visibly swollen labia.

As I drooled over the fresh pussy and imagined my tongue in it, my cock pushed my red Speedo away and low enough to expose my dark pubes to Meg. I made a point of pointing to my drooping suit, “Maybe it sees my red suit and is attracted to it. Let’s check.” I quickly stepped out of my suit and let my stiff cock point at Meg and swing chaotically for her enjoyment, and mine. She gulped visibly, fixated on my cock, and ignored the manatee. As I tossed my suit aside and bounced my cock, the creature came back and tossed the bright pink bikini bottom onto Meg’s head.

Watching her fascinating tits float and bob made it easy to ignore her screeches. Meg tossed the bikini bottoms away again and yes, our friend dove after them and flipped them onto the deck. He circled Meg faster and faster then leapt from the water before landing in a huge belly flop that swamped Meg and rocked the boat. He swam toward shore and Meg decided to make a dash for the boat. Totally ignoring her complete nudity, she climbed the ladder recklessly. The glare off her pale, sexy body was brilliant and irresistible. Sue watched with a wide grin as I reached out and pulled Meg against my steeled shaft.

Our naked houseguest clung nervously to me, shaking her fabulous tits against me, her legs against my bare, stiff cock. Sue hugged us both but soon stroked Meg’s bare ass, claiming to warm it. Meg didn’t resist Sue’s warm groin against her bare ass and even allowed me to cup her tits. She stared into the clear water and was still terrified of the friendly beast. My hand dared to grip a hip and slide between us until it felt the furry comfort of her damp pubes and steamy slit. Once I slid a finger into her pussy and circled her clit with my thumb, she groaned and suddenly shuddered in a full body orgasm. “Oh! What happened? Did I just . . .?”

I held my flickering finger still deep inside her, “Um, Yes, I’d say you climaxed fairly hard. My wet finger inside your soaked pussy agrees and has found a home I think it will visit often from now on since you survived your ‘lethal’ nudity. There will be more of that at home too – all three of us. Now I think I can tell you . . . That was NOT a shark. It wasn’t a threat and just wanted to play with us – with you. So uh, April Fool!?!” She sighed and tried to hide her satisfied, coy smile against my shoulder.

I was right about the lax attire at home. Once that threshold was crossed . . .

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The that it took for Sage’s class to finally arrive felt like an eternity, and because I had so much time to myself last night, there wasn’t anything for me to do to distract me. Occasionally, I would get up from my desk and stroll around the room to check on the student’s work, as well as attempt to distract myself from the agonizing wait. As I made my rounds, I caught a few students trying to steal glances of my legs and chest now that they were a bit more exposed, but played it off as harmless curiosity considering not much of me was exposed.

Eventually, the bell did ring signaling that Sage would soon be arriving, and I was sure that she would indeed have something devilish in store for me. Just as I had with all the previous classes, I greeted the students at the door, especially Sage, and then got them started on the assignment for the day before taking position behind my desk to await a message from Sage. Within a minute of waiting, the message I had long been awaiting had arrived and I eagerly grabbed my phone to view it.

“I must say slut, you do look very pretty in you dress today, but I am sure we can turn pretty into slutty by day’s end. Let’s start by cutting off another button… how about the new top one, and put with the others once you do.”

I was somewhat expecting that, but none the less it was still a bit of a difficult task. I had to remove another button from the top of my dress, which meant I had to get up and walk to the back to do so. Also, that meant that any sudden movement could possibly leave a breast exposed if I was not careful. Just the thought of it however had me creaming in my seat, and reflexively my hand reached out for the scissors and I stood. Walking to the back of the room, I could feel my legs quiver with nerves and arousal. I scanned the room to be cautious before snipping the button off. Though it opened up the top some, not much more of my chest was exposed than it had been before. I just had to make sure not to lean to far over, or shift to rapidly to either side.

Returning to my desk, I dropped the button into the bottle with the other two, and saw my phone’s notification light blinking to signal I had a message awaiting me. I sat down carefully; taking the time to make sure my chest was adequately covered before reaching out for my phone to read over the new message from my Mistress.

“Cautious choice to remove the button in the back of the room; not what I had in mind, but I will allow it. Now, I am going to ask again, how daring are you willing to get today? Your answer will determine not only today’s outcome, but future days as well.”

Quickly, I read over the message and took a moment to think over what she was asking me. How daring was I willing to get. I answered this the day before, and now have an idea of what exactly it could entail. So with that in mind, I replied back the same as I had previously, and knew truly it was the only way to answer.

“Mistress, I am willing to get as daring as you will push me to get. Anything you ask of me shall be done. Again, I want no limits. I am your slut to use and to enjoy.”

Sending the message off, sent a wave of excitement and arousal throughout my entire body. I couldn’t stop imagining the ways in which Sage would push me to be daring; how far she would be willing to make me go. Nothing else in my mind mattered more than doing as Sage wished. I was drunk on here control, addicted to her power over me. It never occurred to me that it shouldn’t be like that, that I was the elder and person to be thought of in the superior role. For whatever reason, Sage from day one had this hold on me, and I wasn’t able to break even if I wanted to. I sat at my desk nervously bouncing in my chair as I awaited another message from Sage in response to my answer. It finally came, and I almost fumbled my phone in my attempt to pull open the text.

“Just what I thought, cut another button from the bottom, and put it with the rest.”

I expected this message and was prepared to go through with it already. Even though in doing so meant I would only have 4 remaining buttons holding my dress closed, and that the slit in the front of my dress would stop just a few inches away from my uncovered sex, I still was in no way going to back out. My hand shakily reached out for the scissors, and I again snipped off a button from my dress, this time from the relative safety of my desk. With the button detached, I set the sheers down and went about the same routine for dropping it into the water bottle. I watched it sink to the bottom of the container to join its fellow fallen brothers, and to quite possibly await the arrival of those still standing. My phone buzzing drew me back to real life, and I was pleased to see another message from Sage.

“Only 4 remain, but I’m sure we can change that by the end of the day. However for now, let us change directions a bit; in the duffle there is a zipper pocket on the inside. Within the pocket you will find a tube of icy hot. bodrum escort bayan You are to smear a dollop of the icy hot onto your wet cunt, and do so right at your desk. Enjoy Slut.”

The idea of rubbing a medicated ointment into my pussy while sitting in my classroom as it is filled with students was electrifying and insane. Then again it didn’t stop me from immediately bending down to grab the duffle out from under my desk and begin searching for the stowed away item. When I found the pocket, I slowly zipped it open to retrieve the contents within. The tube was a normal travel size bottle of icy hotand not much else.

With my dress now missing some buttons, it was going to make my task just a bit easier. I could shift over on my chair to allow my ass to hang off, while still supporting my weight with half of it on the chair. Slipping the dress open on my legs and tucking it behind me opened up accesses for the task. In position, and making sure no one was looking, I flipped open the cap of the tube to squirt some onto my finger and apply it to my hole. Then I rubbed the some onto fingertips before slowly pressing themagainst my warm sex. I had to really focus on not being obvious or move abnormally as I continued to rub the ointment into my folds. Eventually, I felt as though I had thoroughly rubbed the icy hot in and was able to pull my fingers away.

I readjusted my dress to cover me, and repositioned myself on the chair normally. Feeling the ointment begin to heat up my aroused pussy a shiver ran through my body, and a jolt of excitement shot to my pussy. Then my phone signaled yet another new message from Sage, and another jolt hit my pussy.

“Pretty slick slut; I applaud your quick completion of the task. Now, take a walk around the room with your new wardrobe adjustments and heat source, as if you are checking up on the students. When you get back to your desk, I will have sent you a message indicating what you will do during your lunch period.”

Taking the proper precautions to make sure I was adequately covered by my dress, I stood up and began to take a slow stroll around the room. I noticed that any quick movements caused the lower flaps of my dress to fly open, so I did my best to maintain a consistent speed as to not flash of my goods to the students. The path I chose was around one side of the room like I had earlier when cutting off the button, then cutting down the middle row back to the front before circling around the other side of the room to cut back down the middle to my desk. Overall, the walk took about a minute with no one I could see realizing the adjustments to my dress, but as promised, there was indeed a new message on my phone when I returned.

“I’m sure you are absolutely leaking right now from all of the excitement, and that is why at lunch you will go use the restroom in the teacher’s lounge to wipe yourself down. Inside the restroom, you are to completely unbutton the dress and hang it from the hook on the back of the stall door. You will then insert two fingers into the slutty cunt of yours and wipe them across both of your cheeks on your face. If you have to use the restroom, do so and then get redressed. However, upon buttoning up your dress do not button one of the middle buttons; leave it undone. You will then exit the restroom and the lounge to return to your classroom where you will find further instructions on a piece of paper taped to the bottom of my desk. You should leave yourself at least twenty minutes to complete the second set of instructions, so don’t dilly dally in the bathroom slut.”

Looking up to the clock, I saw that the class was almost over and that my lunch time adventure would soon begin. In my state of dress I was somewhat nervous about walking around the crowded halls, and even more so about having other faculty members see me like I am. I was able to convince myself that the dress covered me appropriately, and that if I was careful no one would be able to tell I was without underwear and with a butt plug lodged inside me. No sudden moves as I made my journey to the restroom and I would be just fine.

Moments later, the bell rang and I was startled some back to real time. I waited for my students to file out, and watched Sage as she did the same before standing up from my desk to make my exit. I strolled out of my classroom with my class keys, and closed the door behind me. Taking one last look down to make sure I was covered still, I move on towards my task, careful not to move to fast and cause my dress to flare open. There were students walking all around me as I journeyed the hall towards the lounge, and I had to really focus to keep at a normal pace.

Eventually, I reached my destination without any incident and once inside the teacher’s lounge I was thankful to see I was the first teacher to have arrived. I quickly darted towards the ladies room to complete my task. Inside there were only two stalls; a normal sized one, and a handicap bitez escort stall; I chose the normal sized one, and began unbuttoning my dress once I entered. With only four buttons to unfasten, I made quick work and quickly had the garment hanging on the coat hook attached to the back of the stall door.

Reaching down with my hand, I slipped two fingers into my warm, juicy box as instructed, and had to really use some self-control to keep from pleasuring myself on the spot. Instead, I did as detailed in Sage’s message and pulled them out to wipe the slimy arousal onto my face. I could smell the aromatic arousal of myself as I slid my coated fingers across both of my cheeks. The scent would be a constant reminder of just how slutty I am, and just how far I am willing to go to serve Sage.

Satisfied that I had completed my task, I used the restroom quickly and then retrieved my dress and began to redress; making sure to intentionally miss buttoning the second button from the top. Doing so allowed the dress to somewhat push open and exposed more skin if I wasn’t careful. I smoothed out the dress, and exited the stall and restroom. In the lounge a few teachers had arrived, but all seemed either to be engaged in conversation with each other, or waiting in line to get there food from the counter. I did say hello to a few of the ones I was friendly with, but did not stop to talk with them as I knew that more awaited me inside my classroom.

Back inside my classroom, I hurried to Sage’s desk and reached under the table top for the next set of instructions. I was able to find them rather easily, but did wonder how she managed to tape this note under here without being noticed. However, I did not want to ponder that curiosity for long, but rather find out what the instructions contained. Unfolding the sheet of paper, and making sure not to tear it, I read the note to myself.

“1. Go stuff the blindfold and ball gag into your snatch, letting the straps of each hang out.

2. You are not to sit for the remainder of the school day.

3. Tape five of the naughty photos of yourself, that don’t entirely show your face, to the bottoms of the desks in the middle row.

4. I will be in to give you further instructions after school.”

So naughty and dangerous, were Sage’s instructions, but looking at the clock I knew it was best not to think and instead just do. I hurried to grab the blindfold and ball gag from my, and then easily slip both into my overly saturated slit. I then retrieved the file containing all of the photos of me, and leafed through them to find five that met the criteria. All five photos where of me on all fours with a different item inserted into me, but with my face not captured in the shot. Grabbing my tape dispenser from my desk I obediently began the task of taping each photo securely to the bottom of each desk in the middle row. I made sure to tape them down well so as to not have any of them fall off, or be accidently felt by one of my students.

With my initial tasks complete, I straightened out my dress to cover as best and most I could, and then waited for the next class bell to ring. The standing task for the remaining periods would not be too much of an issue; it just meant I could not use my desk as added cover. Considering I only had three buttons fastened of the four I had left after starting with eight, I would have to take extra precautions with my movements. Also, I had the dangling straps of the blindfold and ball gag that if I wasn’t careful could become visible. The only way to get through it would be to stay headstrong and push through. I would just act as if everything was fine and normal, and no one would be the wiser; or at least I hoped that would be the case.

The next bell rang and the following periods went by with me filled with anxiety and nerves. I kept wondering if my students were looking at me any different, if they could tell just how undressed I truly was. Every moment of a student’s head I was sure entailed they were trying to get a look at me, or noticed something off about me. I slowly paced around the room during the period to look more natural, but had to really focus on how my dressed moved with me and it caused me not to really be able to focus on anything else. Of course my worries and paranoia was most likely all in my head, as it seemed that my students didn’t really care if I was in the room or not. Eventually, my fears were able to drift away when the final bell dismissing school rang.

With my students now gone, I stood and waited for my mistress to arrive. As I waited, I looked down at my dress which started out with eight buttons, but now only had four remaining with only three fastened. It was just covering enough of me to keep me from being too suspicious of my goings on, but barely. My heart begun to flutter with the excitement of how I was dressed, and the journey it took for me to get there. However, before I could gümüşlük escort think about the feeling further, Sage came into my room.

“Looking good my little teacher slut, I hope your last periods went smoothly.”

I nodded my head in response, as she proceeded to close and lock my door before heading over to me with her book bag on her shoulder.

“Well, might as well take the dress off now considering it’s barely on you to begin with.”

I complied quickly, and soon found myself standing naked in my classroom once again.

“I have a few exciting afterschool activities planned for you today, but first remove the blindfold and gag from your cunt and then help me undress.”

Again, I quickly followed Sage’s orders, and pulled out the items from my dripping sex before focusing my attention on getting her clothes off. Once I had both her t-shirt and jeans off, she reached past me for the ball gag and blindfold and then put them both onto me before having me knell. The aroma of my arousal on the items was thick and intoxicating; I could also feel the dampness on my skin which only further triggered my arousal.

“There, now you look like a good sub-slut ready to be used by her mistress.”

Just as she had that morning, Sage begun to rub her exposed crotch into my face, seeking pleasure from me. I love the way her slick lips felt gliding across my nose and stretched open lips. She used one hand to hold my head in place as she continued her grinding into me. I only wished I had my mouth available to taste her, but knew that this was how Sage wanted it, and I had to respect that.

Occasionally, her grinding was more forceful, and she would pull my head into her extra tight to build further friction. I just knelt there and took it like a good sub, and enjoying every moment. Her juices were coating my face, and I was becoming drunk on her aromatic arousal. She eventually came, jerking her hips and pelvis into my face as she did. Seconds later she came down from her orgasmic high, and undid the gag from my mouth and removed the blindfold.

“Once again slut, that was amazing, and to treat you on your good work, I will allow you to lick out my ass for a bit.”

Sage then turned around, bent over slightly, and presented me with her rear end. I wasted no time falling into position, and soon had my hands on her ass cheeks and my mouth puckered up to her asshole. Letting my tongue flatten out over her delicate rosebud, I coated it with my saliva. I began to really get into the task, and soon had my tongue lodged just inside her entrance. She tasted divine, and I could feel my pussy become even more saturated then before. I felt as though I could lick out Sage’s ass forever, but unfortunately that was not to be. After only a few short minutes, Sage pulled away leaving begging for more.

“That’s enough slut, I can’t let you become spoiled now. Plus, your first planned activity starts soon, and I don’t want you to be late. I have been thinking you could possibly work on your flexibility some, so I signed you up for a yoga class this afternoon. It starts at three at your gym, and I got your yoga attire here with me.”

Sage then grabbed her book bag, opened it, and pulled out a pair of black yoga pants, and a pink sports bra. She also pulled out a pair of simple pink flip flops.

“Here, put these on so I can see how you will look.”

I took the garments from Sage, and pulled on the pants first. She had said nothing about removing the plug, so I assumed she wanted me to leave it in. As I pulled on the pants, I realized that they were not as thick as usual yoga pants and actually seemed to be a couple sizes too small for me. The thin fabric really stretched as I pulled them up my legs and over my ass to my hips. The stretching helped to thin out the already thin material, and create a somewhat sheer effect. I could only imagine what it would look like when I would bend over and stretch into different yoga poses.

The sports bra was also a bit more flirty than normal, with thin straps over my shoulders and across my back. While it did cover everything up, and provided adequate support, it also made sure to accentuate my breast rather than push them down as other sports bra tend to do. I could see myself, but I was sure I looked a bit stripperish and quite possibly a little underdressed for the gym.

From the look of me, I can get a sense of what Sage is hoping to happen to me. She wants me to be embarrassed to be dressed as I am at the gym. She wants me to be humiliated when I bend over and stretch in yoga; showing off all my goods, and the plug. I know this, and I know that I will certainly be a bit embarrassed dressed as I am at the gym and a bit humiliated knowing what can be seen when I bend over in these pants. However, I also know I will do it for Sage, to prove my obedience and to earn my trip away with her. I was ready for anything Sage could throw at me, and I was sure she still had plenty in store for me in the coming days.

“Will don’t you look like the perfect little gym slut? I wish I could be there to look at the reactions on the other gym goers faces. Oh well, I’m sure you will remember. You better get going, don’t want to be late and end up in the back where no one can see you. Here, you can wear this until you get to your car.”

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Author’s Note: This is a story that came from the story idea forum; it contains various sexual scenarios, as well as anal. The following is a fantasy and not based on any real events. Much appreciation goes out to WearMeWell and BigBadBrain for helping with editing and suggestions. Any errors not discovered are strictly my fault. Enjoy and as always feedback is welcomed. Thank-you ~ Red

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“Are you sure he’s in there?” Dani asked her boyfriend Mike.

She flipped down the sun visor on the Audi and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her blue eyes looked spectacular; the make-up gave her a smoky look and accented the deep sapphire color. The blush she’d applied did little to distract from the full lips and easy smile.

“I’m positive,” Mike said. He glanced at Dani and once again found himself questioning what he’d asked her to do.

Mike’s ex-girlfriend had dumped him months prior to meeting Dani. He had always wondered why and though he had tried not to be obvious about how much he still cared for the other woman, Dani had seen right through him, calling him out several times. Often the call-outs left him feeling guilty and her feeling less than attractive to him.

She was far from being unattractive. Dani was what many women hoped to one day be – a golden blonde bombshell. Her breasts were the perfect size for his hands. Well-toned and shaped legs, and an ass that was made for fucking, only added to her appeal, as did her sexual appetite. The only thing that would make Dani perfect was a little anal play, but that was something she was very much against.

“Ready?” Dani asked, bringing him back to the task at hand.

Mike checked his pockets, making sure he had both his cell phone and his wallet. He pulled the key from the ignition and slipped it in, next to his phone. Outside of the vehicle, he darted over to Dani’s side and opened the door for her. She stepped out, allowing her leg to seem longer than it was, by her slow exit of the vehicle. His cock jerked in appreciation.

“You look great,” he commented after closing the door and wrapping his arm around her waist.

He held her close as they walked side-by-side, across the street and up to the door of the club. Once inside Mike found a place where they could both keep an eye out on the patrons of the establishment.

The band that was performing was good. Dani’s body moved to the rhythm that played over the crowd. She swayed and tapped her foot, anxious for the night to begin. Her gaze shifted from various couples, pausing on a few single men.

She had heard through the grapevine that he was a real knockout, but not in the looks department. He was supposed to be good looking, but not Hollywood worthy. In between the sheets, that was a different story. Mike had heard the same thing as well as how suave and debonaire the man was; that was a big reason why his last girlfriend had left him.

“There he is,” Mike said, pulling Dani’s attention away from the dancers and over to the bar.

From where they sat, Dani was rewarded with the other man’s profile. “That’s Doug?” she asked.

Quickly, she did what many women do; made a quick assessment of his crotch. His jeans were snug, but not grossly tight. Still they fit well enough that she could tell he was indeed carrying a promising package. Her interest piqued immediately.

“That’s him. Even his name sounds dumb. Doug – who drops a ‘Mike’ for a ‘Doug’? I don’t get it. Look, he’s nothing special. Short brown hair, stocky build. He’s not anything worth writing home to mom about. Fuck, even his nose is crooked, probably got it from tripping over his two left feet.”

Dani smirked. “Jealous much?”

Mike rolled his eyes. “No,” he sighed and took a deep breath, “yes.”

She reached out and stroked his arm. “Look, I’ll go over there, just like we planned and I’ll find out what makes him ‘all that’ and if there really is something so totally-off-the-wall special about him, I’ll tell you. After that can you please let this go?”

He took a deep breath. He loved Dani and knew she would do exactly that – be upfront and honest with him. If there was something about this guy that Mike didn’t have, he wanted to know what it was. It was an ego thing for him. He knew it, and he knew he was behaving like a child for not getting over it, but hell – his curiosity needed satisfied. What harm could there be?

“Go talk to him. I just want to – well, I want to know where I fall short,” Mike said.

Dani smirked as she recalled the promising outline of Doug’s jeans. “Wrong choice of words there babe,” she said before rising from her chair and making her way through the club.

Mike frowned, the comment making little sense and soon forgotten as he watched Dani slowly slide into the chair next to Doug. He waved away the woman who was eager to serve him another drink. His gaze bore into Dani’s back as she slowly turned to acknowledge the man’s greeting.

Doug’s voice was another point in his favor. Dani listened to the thick rough accent and licked bodrum escort her lips in appreciation. He had glanced at her, longer than necessary, as she took her seat. She ordered a drink, which he quickly paid for. This didn’t surprise her, nor impress her. What did was the fact that after buying the drink, he ignored her. Dani was more than a little taken back by the quick dismissal and found herself questioning her appeal.

After a few drinks from her glass Dani crossed her legs at the knee, lifting her skirt higher up her thigh. She turned her attention to another man who sat on the other side of her. She toyed with her hair, and laughed at the jokes and one liners that spilled from the inebriated fool’s lips.

“Okay doll, you’ve made your point.”

Dani turned around and stared back at Doug. “What point?” she asked, with one brow rising in mock confusion.

“You damn well know what point. We’re playing the same game, aren’t we?” Doug asked. He lifted a finger and ordered her another round.

Her gaze held his as she tossed her hair back and leaned against the bar. Her breasts were mashed together, and the soft creamy flesh beckoned his eyes. He took the bait and smiled warmly.

“Nice,” he said with a smirk, before looking at her eyes, “dress.”

She giggled softly. “Liar.”

He smirked. “Yep. Though I’m sure it is a lovely dress and it’ll look great on my floor.”

Dani’s head fell back and laughter spilled out from between her painted lips. “That’s one of the oldest and overused lines ever!”

Doug chuckled and winked, leaned over and whispered in her ear. “Yes, but the fact still remains – the dress would look better on my floor.”

Her face grew warm as his breath caressed her skin. She licked her lips, glanced over her shoulder and saw Mike’s gaze locked on Doug’s back. Dani took a deep breath and turned so she could better face her opponent.

“So, tell me…” she paused and waited for his name. When he gave it, she smiled and continued the conversation. “…Doug, what’s so special about your floor?”

He grinned and her sex tightened. His smile was something ripped out of the pages of GQ. He was the persona of the ideal man. A cocky grin, the slightly crooked nose, that Mike noticed, and the short haircut only added to his appeal. Mike, being a man, saw only flaws. Dani saw seduction all wrapped up in a pair expensive slacks and a two hundred dollar shirt.

“My floor – your floor. It doesn’t matter really, either one would be a plus for the dress,” he reached out and stroked her hand, “and for you.”

“Oh really?” Dani asked, with a smirk just as cocky as Doug’s. “What you’re really saying is that my dress is ugly and I should take it off because it does nothing for me – right?”

Again he leaned in and caressed her neck with his breath as he whispered. “The dress is lovely, what you have hiding in it is what I want.”

Dani’s pulse raced; her breath lodged in her throat. Doug was definitely smooth and confident, something Mike wasn’t. She looked past Doug and caught Mike’s eye. She smiled warmly, thankful for their relationship.

How would she tell him that Doug was all that and a box of chocolate? Yet make him understand that wasn’t what most women, including Dani, desired. She wanted what Mike offered, devotion.

Mike stared long and hard at Dani, eventually signaling her to come back to him. He rose and walked over to the hall where the bathrooms were located. Dani took the hint, excused herself and pressed her body against Doug’s as she left. She wasn’t sure what Mike wanted, but she wasn’t going to let Doug go until Mike was ready for her revelations.

Once they were together, each hidden behind several bodies, Mike quickly began to question Dani.

“Well, what’s so fuckin’ special about him? What’s he got that I don’t? What the fuck did she leave me for? And what…”

Dani raised her hand and stalled his questioning. “He’s confident, grown-up and acts like a man, not a whipped pup.”

Mike blinked at her harsh words.

Dani sighed, and pulled him into a warm embrace. After pulling away, she smiled softly.

“Look, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to come across so harshly. It’s just well – he is very confident and sure of himself. You have to admit that right now, this obsession you have over why she left you for him, is a little immature,” he opened his mouth to speak, she stopped him again, “but – what he lacks is the ability to commit. He’s probably a great fuck, but that doesn’t mean he’s a great…”

“A great fuck? Really? You can tell that just by his attitude?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “Yeah, I can. He’s got this – I don’t know – aura about him that reeks of sexuality. It comes with the confidence. He’s probably a great lover and…”

“Better than me?” Mike asked.

“I don’t know!” Dani gasped, somewhat surprised by the turn of events.

“Well, find out.”

Her jaw dropped. “What?”

“I don’t mean fuck him. I mean, find out what makes him turgut reis escort such a great fuck,” Mike said as he touched her arm. “I want what he has and that means I need that confidence, that swagger, that – cockiness.”

Dani’s shoulders slumped. “How do I find out if he’s good in bed, without getting into bed with him?”

“Invite him over to our place. I’ll set up a couple cameras and well – I’ll shoot what happens, watch from the car and…”

“Mike, have you totally lost your mind?”

“Dani, I just want to practice his moves. See how he plays with a woman. I want to see his face when you kick his horny ass out.” Mike chuckled and added, “Yeah, that’s it. Bring him over, get him all worked up and then tell him you’ve changed your mind. He doesn’t have enough dick to satisfy you.”

“You’re serious aren’t you?”

“Very. Look, give me a hour or so, really work him up and have him come back to the house. Keep your phone handy. I’ll call you when it’s time to cut him off. Don’t worry; I’ll be there the whole time, keeping an eye out for you. I know he’s not abusive; she never would have gone for a guy that used women as punching bags. So just get him hard and fuck with his mind.” He saw her hesitation. “Please Dani.”

Her gut reaction was to walk out and let Mike deal with his insecurities in his own way, but another part of her, the naughty girl part told her to play up the offer and to let Mike suffer the consequences. After all this was his insecurities they were dealing with, not hers.

“Fine,” she said and spun away, quickly making her way back to the bar and Doug.

She sat down and once again was drawn into the man’s easy smile and warm sense of humor. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mike make a beeline for the door. Her pulse raced as she continued to listen and talk with Doug. She couldn’t help but enjoy herself. He made her feel as if she was the only woman in the room, as well as the only one worthy of his attention.

The hour seemed to fly by, and during that time Doug had been very vocal about wanting to bring her back to his place. She was intrigued by the offer, but also knew that tonight wasn’t about her and Mike, it was about Mike and helping him get over the fact that Doug was a better man than him, even though in reality he wasn’t. Mike was just a different man than Doug.

“Well?”

Dani lifted both eyebrows and smiled. “Well what?”

Doug chuckled, leaned in and pressed his hand against her upper thigh. “My place or yours. The train’s leaving soon, with or without you. I’m tired of playin’.”

Dani’s breath lodged in her throat. The touch of his hand seemed to burn through the material of her dress. “My place,” she whispered, and finished the rest of her drink.

“Did you come with a friend? Or drive yourself tonight?” Doug asked.

“I took a cab. Figured it was safer – in case I got a little too tipsy to drive,” Dani answered. The lie rolled easily from her tongue. Her throat felt dry as Doug took her hand and led her toward the club’s door.

“Smart girl,” he said.

Once inside the car the situation became more real for Dani. He started the car and then allowed his hand to slide along the edge of the dress’s hem. She felt the firm pressure of his fingers skate under the fabric, slowly pushing the material up as his nails dragged lazily across her skin.

“Where to?” he asked.

Dani shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She gave him the address of her and Mike’s apartment. He nodded his head, assured her he knew the area well and let his fingers continue their slow and easy climb toward her moistening sex.

The sensation was nerve-wracking. Dani licked her lips, wondering what she should allow and what she shouldn’t. Mike and she hadn’t talked about this part of the game. Neither one had considered what would happen in the car ride back to their apartment. They should have, at least Dani should have, after all she was now in the car with the guy, trapped and literally at the mercy of his desires.

Nervously she glanced over at him; his hand continued to creep up. Her lower lip trembled, as his other hand rested casually on the wheel of the car. He eased his way out of the parking lot and into traffic. All the while his hand moved along the inside of her thigh. Doug glanced at her with a questioning look.

A smile rose as she opened her legs, allowing more room for him to explore. Inwardly she fought a battle of guilt and lust. Mike wasn’t here to watch Doug take control with not only his hands, but with his entire being. Confidence seeped out of every pore. Dani knew that to shy away now, would send up red flags and Mike was waiting for her.

Dani turned slightly in her seat, so she could better position herself for Doug’s eager exploration. He grinned and slid his hand up the rest of the way, until his fingers brushed across her thong. She trembled as his pointer finger curled under the fabric and touched her shaved mound. Her smile türkbükü escort became one of curious interest. A brow lifted in a come-hither fashion. Dani felt confident in herself as she felt the man’s finger glide between her pussy lips and search out the growing moisture that was beading on the warm flesh.

She hissed when his nail scrapped along the inner walls of her labia. His finger continued to explore, pushing upwards, catching against the small flap of flesh that covered her clit. She bucked instinctively against the digit as he pushed on the hard bud.

“Lift your dress,” he told her. His voice was deep and rich. His words were strong and sure.

Dani did as she was told. Her dress was raised by shaky hands, but when she saw it pleased him, a part of her felt pride in herself. She was playing the role Mike wanted her to play and she was doing it well. It was obvious Doug knew he had her, or at least thought he had. She was horny and knew that Mike was going to interrupt her and Doug, so she came to the conclusion she was going to get at least one climax out of the game. It was the least Mike owed her.

She scooted her ass so she was more comfortable, spread her legs wider and almost sat facing Doug. Dani bit nervously on her lower lip. His finger remained still as she moved her hand down and pulled the thong to the side. Her pussy was completely viewable to his lustful gaze.

Doug glanced over and gave her a cockeyed grin. He winked, returned his eyes to the road and pushed his finger into her sex. Dani hissed in pleasure. She watched his finger move in and out of her; his wrist turned, allowing the long hard digit to twist naturally. As he maneuvered through traffic, he also drove steadily in and out of her slick opening. Dani gritted her teeth, locking her jaw as her hips rose up to greet every thrust of his finger.

Doug slowed down, so he could come to a stop light. As they waited, he turned and looked her squarely in the eye. She gazed back. He pushed a second and then a third finger into her tight channel. Her hand moved over to begin a frenzied assault on her clit. She rubbed hard, pulled and tugged on the pearl as Doug frantically began to pump his grouped fingers repeatedly into her pussy. The light changed colors, but Doug ignored it, while Dani worked to bring herself to climax.

The sound of a car honking followed by another made her curse in frustration. Doug chuckled, pulled his fingers out and took off. He reached over and offered his juice-covered digits to Dani. She willingly and hungrily opened her mouth and took the nectar. She sucked on his fingers as if it were a short, thick cock. Her tongue swirled as she licked away the evidence of their play. When she was done, she sat back, fixed her thong and pulled her dress down.

Her whole body was inwardly shaking. She had to concentrate on breathing, so she could regain control of the situation. When she was better able to contain her desire and frustration, Dani pushed her hair back, tucked loose strands behind her ears and repositioned herself in the seat.

Her gaze shifted to Doug’s crotch. It showed the aroused state of a well-formed man. Dani felt her pussy tighten in anticipation. She took a deep breath, willing herself to give up on the idea of Doug’s cock finding a home deep inside.

This was all she was getting tonight.

Dani noticed where they were and showed Doug the visitors’ parking lot. He eased the car into a secluded spot, placed it in park, turned the key and killed the engine. They both unbuckled simultaneously. She moved to open her door, when she felt his hand on her leg. Dani looked over and knew he was going to kiss her.

She prepared herself for the touch and when his lips met hers, she felt her pulse race and her stomach tighten in pleasure.

He pushed his hand into her hair and kept her from moving away. She wasn’t sure if she should have or not, it didn’t matter though, he was taking the lead and her body was following. Their tongues tangled and explored; each one tasted the drinks the other had had, and her mind was filled with images of tawdry sex and frenzied passion. Dani was breathless when the kiss ended, and her mind clouded with disappointment.

Doug exited the vehicle, giving Dani only seconds to comprehend the kiss and the difference between Mike and Doug. Mike was slow and easy when it came to kissing, with the exception of the quick peck before he heading off to work. Doug was a give it to me, and give it to me now kinda kisser. Another long breath was drawn into her lungs just as Doug reached her side of the car and opened it for her.

Dani stepped out and felt Doug’s hand slide down her dress and rest at the small of her back. Together they moved toward the high rise apartment complex. Doug was a few inches taller than her, but he felt even bigger than that as he walked with her. Again she chalked it up to confidence. Her thoughts seemed to focus on comparing Mike to Doug. That was after all why they were doing this, wasn’t it?

Mike seemed to be confident when dressed for work, in his suit and tie, but when he was dressed more casually the confidence seemed to be lacking. Dani had a feeling that Doug lacked in nothing, especially self-esteem. He could have picked out any woman in that bar, but her desire to prove her boyfriend lacked nothing had spurned her on, empowering her own certainty.

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Jessie jolts up as the alarm on her nightstand blares. She is such a nightowl that if she doesn’t set herself some alarms, she will never wake up in time for class. Sitting up in the bed, she looks over at the alarm clock that so rudely interrupted her. It says 9:30, meaning that she has about an hour and a half to get her ass out of bed, get dressed and rush to her last class of the week. This is a pleasant surprise considering how late she usually is to her classes.

“I showered last night so I should be good for most of today.” Jessie groans out loud.

She hops out of bed, more awake then usual and sits down at her laptop to pass some time. She yawns as she opens it up. Her face turns bright red as she realizes that she left her porn up from the night before. A video left open from the night before starts to play, in which the pornstar is driven around town in a van, and the men driving the van force her to expose herself publicly in various kinky ways. The only thing the woman in the video is wearing is a pair of thigh-high fishnets and a collar, signifying she is owned by the men. The combination of slavery and exhibitionism drives Jessie wild, two of her biggest fantasies. Without even thinking about it, Jessie’s hand wanders towards her bare pussy and starts to rub lightly. These past couple months she has been so horny after discovering all these fun kinks to enjoy. Jessie was raised conservatively to believe that sex was meant straightforward, and that things like revealing clothing were unbecoming of a woman. Those beliefs carried with her throughout most of highschool, and into her first half of college. It was mostly due to the fact that outside of a few sexual encounters, including losing her virginity, she isn’t interested in regular sex.

In her junior year of college, at the age of 22, Jessie discovered the fun in sex. It came to her in the form of bdsm and slavery videos, and gradually evolved into chatting with people in adult chatrooms. Nothing really came of it, and she never sent anything more than a picture that could be used as a Facebook profile picture, but it’s extremely effective in getting her off.

The video keeps playing from where it left off, right near the end. Jessie watches with lustful eyes as the men tell the skinny blonde girl to get out of the van, on the side of the road in a busy street. Obviously she listens, giggling like a little school girl the entire time. The van door slides open, and her perky tits jiggle as she hops out, completely naked. It’s obvious in the background of the video that people are already paying attention, looking worried, or even recording. Jessie is shocked as she continues to watch. Not only was she doing this in front of the potentially hundreds of people lining the street, but she was excited about it?

Jessie starts to rub faster. She wasn’t expecting to be this horny so early but it’s the natural progression of how lustful she has become. A soft moan escaped her lips, and it’s quickly followed by louder and louder moans. The sounds of her now drenched pussy fill the air of her 1 bedroom apartment. The girl turns around for the camera and shakes her tight ass and shows off her thighs in her extremely tight fishnets. Her giggle gets even louder, probably out of embarrassment. The men behind the camera start to talk to the bystanders watching her dance.

“Any of you want to touch her? Maybe fuck her? bodrum bayan eskort You guys can do whatever you want with her. We don’t want her anymore.” As Jessie sees the camera being tossed to one of the random men in the crowd, she can easily see the life drain from the blonde girl’s face.

Jessie knows that the girl wasn’t prepared for this when she agreed to the video. Before the girl can say a word in response, the camera, now in the hands of a bystander, pans over to the van as it speeds off down the street without their pornstar. Jessie goes into overdrive seeing this, and starts rubbing her pussy fast and hard. She’s bucking her hips now watching the blonde girl realize her fate now, fantasizing as if it was her. Watching the blonde girl start to get fondled and groped, fingers inserted into her cunt and asshole by random strangers was too much for Jessie to take. Letting out a loud groan and bucking her hips one final time, Jessiecums intensely, and even goes as far as to squirt all over her laptop. The orgasmic bliss that she experienced in that moment was more than enough to cement in her mind that she needed to be treated like that. Even as she comes down from her high, she has immediately become obsessed with the idea of being owned. Not just being owned, but being tossed around as if she was something less than an animal. Worthless. Entertainment. Humiliation. She wanted all of it.

Jessie immediately sits up in her chair, not even bothering to pull her shorts back up. She goes on to Reddit, her favorite place to find porn, and makes an advertisement for herself. She bites her lip as she types it out. The act of describing herself and basically begging for people to now own her is getting her way too excited.

“Hey there! My name is Jessie. Im 23. I am looking for a long term Dom and Owner that will completely take control of my life and make me do humiliating and dehumanizing things every opportunity they can. I’m not looking for men to be nice to me, ever. I’m looking to be turned into a complete nasty bitch with no moral compass and I need someone that can help me become that. Kinks: i love degradation, humiliation, abuse, mental abuse and humiliation is huge for me. I also love public humiliation and public degradation and exposure. turning me into a mindless animal that craves and is addicted to degradation and humiliation.

I am 5’3. I’m half Filipino and half American with long brown hair and blonde highlights on the ends. I have B cup tits. I am a little chubby but with thick thighs and a thick ass.”

“There. That should be perfect. I’ll just leave it up while I’m in class and I bet I’ll come back to plenty of replies.” Jessie lightly taps her now light red pussy a couple times. “I’m sure you’re gonna be owned and no time.” She giggles as she stands up to go get dressed for class. A simple thong, bra, jeans and a tighter fitting top will suffice for her. She doesn’t really care too much about impressing people in her class.

The professor is the last person in the door right at 11 am. Jessie attends a large University so this lecture class is filled with around 100 other people. Most of them she will never meet in her life. However, as soon she sits down today, she gets a notification on her phone from GroupMe, which is the messaging app her class uses to communicate with each other. bodrum escort It was an anonymous private message just to Jessie. Her eyes widened as she read the contents. The beginning of the message is the picture of herself that she used in her self-advertisement on Reddit, followed by a rather lengthy message.

“Hello, Jessie, or should I just call you ‘chubby cunt’? I was on reddit earlier today, and I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw a picture of you sitting in a post made about making you a slave! I had to make sure that you actually were the same quiet girl that was in the same lecture class as me, so I waited until now to send the message. But I was right! So I have a proposition for you. Let me own you. Let me turn you into the animalistic whore that you were meant to be all your life. You weren’t meant to go to college, get an education, get married and have a normal life. You are meant to be a piece of meat. A piece of meat for me, and every other man and woman to enjoy and humiliate. I’ll push you to your limits. You won’t have a life outside of this once you accept this offer. Now, you may not know who I am, and that’s alright for now. You don’t need to know quite yet. However, do know that if you decide to reject this offer, nothing bad will come of it. I will respectfully never mention this again. On the flip side, if you are to accept my offer, I will need to know how serious you are about it. Instead of replying to me, you will do your first task. Right here, right now. So cunt, in order to let me know that you accept my offer, you must take your thong and your bra off right where you sit. You will leave them in your seat for me to collect after class. You will be the first one out the door at the end of class, and you will not turn around. Oh, and no trying to rip your thong and bra off so you dont have to take off your clothes. If you want to be a slave, they must be entirely intact.

Hopefully you’ll be in touch!”

Jessie thinks that her heart is going to beat out of her chest. She frantically looks around the room to see if anyone is looking out of the ordinary, if she could spot anyone.

“Damn, no sign at all of who it could possibly be,” she thinks to herself. Is she seriously going to accept this completely strange offer? The reality of the situation starts to kick in, but instead of terrifying her or making her break down, it completely turns her on. Just from shifting her thighs around in her seat, Jessie can easily make out just how wet she is from the message alone.

“I have to do this. This is my opportunity. I can’t stand just watching porn of it now, I need this to happen for real!” The thoughts in her head are pushing her harder and harder towards accepting the offer. Before she even consciously makes the decision herself, Jessie feels her hand on the button of her jeans. She is so caught up in her mental debate, she doesn’t even realize that her body has accepted his offer before she did. Jessie continues to push the button through the hole, undoing the clasp on her jeans in the middle of the class. No one is paying attention yet, but the guy and girl sitting on either side of her will definitely realize what’s happening once she starts to push her jeans down to the ground. Adrenaline and pure lust are what keeps Jessie pushing her jeans more and more slightly down towards bodrum bayan escort her ankles. A mere look to the side from the people next to her and her bright pink thong would be exposed to them. In one swift motion, the jeans are pushed the rest of the way to her ankles, and pushed over one of her shoes. The motion is drastic enough that it instantly alerts the girl to her left and the guy to her right. They both stare at the event unfolding in front of them, looking right at Jessie’s thong as she quickly slides her thong down her thick legs, pulling them free and coming right back up with her jeans. A bright red face doesn’t do the embarrassment justice, but the girls disgusted look does nothing to help the situation. As Jessie buttons her jeans back up, she looks over at both of them briefly, knowing damn well she had been caught. The girl was furiously typing away on her phone, most likely telling her friends what she had just witnessed.

“Great. People already saw me do that. I can’t believe this… I don’t even feel sad. I feel amazing actually!” Not only is Jessie’s self realization telling of how much she is enjoying this, but the fact that she is more wet than she has ever been in her entire life makes her realize that her soon-to-be owner was right. She isn’t meant for a normal life. She is meant to be humiliated, degraded, and owned at every turn for the rest of her life. She is extremely horny at this moment, but more than that, she is grateful.

This realization makes the rest of this task a complete breeze. Luckily Jessie can take her bra off without even taking off her shirt, or she would probably be in some serious trouble. As the bell rings, Jessie shoots up out of her chair immediately, placing her bra and thong neatly in the chair for her new owner. Her excitement is so immeasurable that she wants to skip out of the classroom in excitement, but opts against it. Her tits are already blatantly poking out through her shirt and she doesn’t want them bouncing around everywhere quite yet. Suddenly the girl that was sitting next to Jessie in class shouts after her.

“Hey you left your bra and thong in your chair, you might want to come get these. Looks like you need them!” There is a devilish smile on the girls face. Jessie’s face on the other hand turns a deep red out of embarrassment. Multiple classmates hear the girls comment and turn to look out of curiosity.

“Um no that’s okay they belong there, thanks though!” Jessie mumbles just loud enough for the girl to hear, before quickly spinning back around and speeding out of the classroom as if her life depends on it. Jessie has no intention of turning back for any reason whatsoever until she makes it safely back into her small apartment.

As if on cue, as soon as her apartment door shuts, she gets a message from her secret master. It contains a picture of her bra and thong on the chair, exactly like she left them. Her heart flutters with excitement a bit, a little bit too happy that everything worked out despite the other girl almost messing everything up.

“Good job chubs, I knew you could do it. I heard you got a little bit more attention than you bargained for. That’s good, but won’t compare in the slightest to the things I have in store for you. I’ll be in touch for your new life rules, and also your next task, cunt.”

Before she even got to the end of the message, Jessie was already on her back on the floor of the kitchen, rubbing her cunt with reckless abandon while thinking about all the things she has yet to do.

———————–

Thank you all so much for reading part 1 of my new story! This is my first time writing out my fantasies, so hopefully you enjoyed it and enjoy what is still to come. If you have any suggestions feel free to comment!

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It was a cold and rainy night. The remains of a thunderstorm rolled across the sky as he made the mile and a half walk home from the train station. He stomped up the steps of his building, cold and wet through his coat. He reached for the light switch as the doer closed with a thud behind him.

Click

Nothing

Click

Still nothing

As he looked into the darkness at where the light was, he said aloud, “Are you kidding me?”

Just as the words escaped his shivering lips, he felt a delicate touch on the back of his cold wet neck. He froze as a hand reached around and a soft voice whispered in his left ear; “Let me get you out of these wet cloths, you must be freezing.”

Ever so slowly the hands worked around his shoulders to take his soaked coat from his torso. After that those same hands working in the pitch black room, slow undid his shirt. Once his chest was exposed, he began to feel hot breathe and lips on his cold-hardened nipples. He was exhilarated by this, he breathe began to get shorter and shorter. After what seemed like forever, she straighten up and began to loosen his belt. Her warm hands was slowly rubbing his stomach, then his hips and leg until finally she took hold of his semi-stiff bodrum escort bayan cock.

Just as he felt her grab hold, it dawned on him that she was already completely naked. He felt her nipples caressing his chest. As he pressed himself into her harder she softly moaned in his ear. He took his hand and began to rub one of her diamond hard nipples between two of his fingers.

Just as his wet pants finally hit the floor, he took his playmate by her waist and spun her around so they he could stand behind her as he groped his now hard penis.

As he rubbed and stroked her supple tits, so began to moan louder and louder. With one hand he slow began to investigate his companions body as she jerk his member harder and harder. His hand carefully found is way to her waiting pussy. He gently rubbed it with the tip of his index finger and she pressed down harder and began to rotate her hips in rhythm with his motion.

Suddenly, she grabbed his hand and moved it from her. By now his eyes have adjusted to the dark room, he watched her turn around and put her face up close to his. She kissed him hard on the lips for a long time. Upon the kiss ending, she whispered in his ear, “I want ortakent escort you in my mouth”. Her voice was so exciting to him, like nothing he had ever heard before.

As she slowly licked and kissed her way down his body, he tried to move to a chair, but she prevented him. Once he felt the wetness of her breathe on the head of his dick, unexplainable feeling washed over him. The feeling of ecstasy washed over him.

As he watched her slowly engulf his tool with her mouth, he noticed that she was massaging herself. It was quite a sight.

Slowly she pulled herself off his cock, looked up at him and asked, “Do you want to help me with this?”

“Of course I do” was my the reply.

In an instant, they were in the bedroom, on his bed. She was gobbling up as much of his cock as she could and he had just begun drinking the cum from her heavenly snatch. Every few minutes she would kneel upright and grind her cunt down on his mouth, he loved it. After she did that, she would put his balls in his mouth and suck them until he flinched, stroked him the entire time.

She brought him to the edge several time, stopping just short of climax. He however gümbet escort made her cum to excess.

Slowly, she stood up and reversed herself over him. He was so excite in anticipation, he was about to explode. Slowly she rubbed the head of his engorged cock on her pussy lips. Until finally she delicately slide it into her waiting hole.

At first she was down low over him, gently moving so that her tits would rub him in the face and chest as she rode him. He would occasionally make her stop so that he could suck her nipples. Every time he did, he felt her cunt contract and expand around his cock. After several seconds, she would begin again.

It felt so good.

As she rode him, she began it be more upright, riding harder and harder, pushing him deeper and deeper inside her. They both grew louder and louder until his cum erupted inside her, at that same moment, he felt her hot cum covering his balls and penis. After only 2 or 3 more minutes, she slumped over next to him. Not long after that, they passed out.

The next thing he heard was his alarm clock. He sat up groggy and disoriented. huh, what had happened. The bedroom were a wreck, his clothes were on the floor by the door. Had it all been a dream. He felt unsure and confused, trying to remember as he showered got dresses and headed to work.

He was practically running home from the station that night. Took the stairs 3 at a time, but slowed as he put the key in his door. The door closed with a thud as he reached for the light switch

Click

The lights came on.

“Damn!”

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I am a 30 year old man who loves to run and recently found out also loves to be nude outside. I have slowly been increasing my bravery with public nudity, and therefore taking more and more risks, but a few weeks ago I got a lot more than I was ready for.

I had a plan to get naked in a field just off an industrial area very early in the morning before anyone showed up for work, it was raining, but very warm. Once I had striped down, I ventured into a parking lot close by that was pretty secluded, with plenty of escape options if someone came. Though, due to the time of morning no one did. This got my confidence up, to make my situation a little more embarrassing I inserted a plug with a handle into my rear that was plainly visible to anyone, if there were anyone around to see it.

Since I had been there for a little while and I had not seen anyone, I finally convinced myself it would be safe to venture out a little. I walked cautiously down the small road that connected my parking lot to the rest of the industrial area, all the time looking to see if there were any cars driving on the street ahead, there were none. My little road was still pretty safe since I had a good view up ahead and there was a wooded area to my right I could hide in, and get away at any time. When I reached the escort bodrum end of my little road to an intersection leading deeper into the industrial area I hid for a while and watched for any signs of life. I waited for a while and saw no one moving.

I was contemplating running down the street really quickly since I had not seen a soul since I had been there. The street I was looking down headed to a main highway to the right and deeper into the industrial area to the left. I had no urge to go towards the highway where I could hear cars passing by, therefore I was looking at going left. There was nothing to hide me on the street, just concrete walls on both sides. I eventually decided that no one would come down here this early in the morning and stepped out onto the street and headed left at a slow jog making sure the plug stayed in place. This was the most daring thing I had ever done and it felt amazing! It was such a rush knowing I was out there on the street totally nude with the handle of my plug poking out between my cheeks.

I had made it about 50 feet down the street when my heart jumped, I heard a sound of a car driving in the rain behind me, terrified I looked back hoping it was not a cop! It was not a cop, just a plain blue sedan and bodrum sınırsız escort it had it was turning into another parking lot, obviously an early arrival. I allowed myself to hope that since it was raining and the car was so far off that maybe the driver could not tell that I was naked. Just then the driver must have seen me because the car changed course and got back on the street and was coming up behind me! I looked strait ahead and picked up the pace, I was terrified. The car had caught up to me and had slowed down right behind me, close enough that the occupants could clearly see the butt plug handle protruding from my backside! I was so humiliated, I chanced a look back and could see there were at least 3 people in the car, the driver was male, the passenger in front was female, but that was all I could make out in the quick look. They pulled right beside me and just kept pace with me! There was no where I could hide, I tried turning down several side streets but they kept following me! I was going crazy, I could not figure out what they were doing, were they taking pictures of me that would end up on the net? Were they on the phone with the cops telling them where I was?

After a while the butt plug started bodrum otele gelen escort to work itself out from the sweat and rain. I didn’t know what to do, I couldn’t just let it fall out in front of them, but I didn’t want to draw attention to it either, in case they had missed it. Just before it fell out I reached back with one hand and pushed it back, deep in my anus. If they didn’t notice the plug before, they definitely did now. Could only imagine what they were saying about me now inside the car.

Finally after running for what seemed like half an hour the car honked twice, pulled ahead of me for a minute so I could see the passengers with their faces pressed to the window staring at me with huge smiles on their faces, then it turned around and drove away.

I had gone much farther than I had meant to, and it seemed more people were going to work now because I passed two other cars on my way back to my clothes. One, a little sedan with a male driver, just drove by staring, the other, a minivan with a few passengers, came to a stop as I passed but did not follow me like the other car. I had not taken the plug out because I had nowhere to put it, and just hoped no one else would see it, but I am sure they did since I kept having to push it back in as I ran.

When I got back to my clothes it was such a relief to be dressed, my nerves were wrecked, I was shaking violently and wanted to throw up. As I was heading home I promised myself I would never do such a thing again, I could have been arrested, lost my job, and my wife! Though as frightening as it was it still turns me on thinking of those people staring at my humiliating experience.

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Laurie’s father had a sudden and massive heart attack. It was a miracle he survived the doctors had told them. If he hadn’t been at home when it happened, scaring the living hell out of her mother, he probably wouldn’t have made it.

He had been standing in the kitchen talking to Laurie’s mother went he went pale as a ghost.

“Are you alright?” his wife asked.

Except he couldn’t answer. His left arm was numb as cold steel and his chest felt like it was going to fucking explode. He could have sworn somebody had just hit him in the chest with a sledge hammer. He looked at his wife and in that moment of near death he thought for sure he was looking at her for the last time. That was all he remembered until he awoke in the ICU.

“What happened?” he asked when he finally awoke, shit sticking out of everywhere on his body, enough machines monitoring his every tick and tock to run a small country.

“You had a heart attack,” the nurse told him who standing over him with a needle the size of porcupine quill.

“When?” he asked.

“About three hours ago,” she said. “You’re lucky to be alive.

Laurie was only twenty-five and when she had got the call from her mother she nearly collapsed from the impact.

“He’s at Mercy General right now,” her mother said. “Please come down right away, Laurie.”

That scared her more than the news. It was the way her mother had that pleading tone in her voice that scared Laurie. She recognized the fear in her mother’s voice that death had knocked at their door and from the sounds of it he was still lurking outside the house trying to find a way in.

“I’ll be right there,” Laurie said hanging up and calling Johnny.

Johnny, her boyfriend for a about a year now, had agreed to go to the hospital with Laurie. She had sounded so frantic on the phone and on the way into the hospital Johnny gathered she was not prepared to lose her father at such a young age. He was only 52. It was obvious she hadn’t given it any thought at all.

Laurie was an extremely sexy looking young woman. She had her light blond hair done so it was a copper color underneath and the lighter blonde through the top. It looked, Johnny thought, like it blended in. Johnny was the perfect compliment with dark, handsome good looks.

Their sex life, since they had met, was pretty good he had to admit, but something seemed to be missing on the whole. Laurie had always seemed a little hesitant about trying new things or just plain letting go.

Two days after her father’s massive heart attack he underwent triple bypass surgery and had come out of it splendidly. Something, Johnny noticed, had changed in Laurie’s voice when she had called him to ask if he wanted to drive into the hospital to see him again.

“How’s he doing?” Johnny asked.

“Great,” Laurie answered. “I’m so happy.”

It had been a shock nearly losing her father. She realized it was not something she had prepared for and made her realize her parents would not be around forever. No one would be. It changed, as Johnny was soon to find out, her way of thinking.

Laurie pulled into his driveway and Johnny was sitting on the porch waiting her arrival. He grabbed a book and got into the car.

“Good morning,” he said and she noticed he was looking at her; looking her over.

“Morning,” she said. “What?”

“You have on your capris,” Johnny said smiling.

He had bought them for her from Abercrombie and Fitch and this was the first time he had seen her in them.

“They look really nice,” he said.

“You think so?” she asked. “My butt doesn’t look too big in them?”

“I can’t tell from here,” he said. And he couldn’t, she was sitting down. “But I’ll let you know the first chance I get.”

“How is your dad doing?” he asked.

“I talked to my mother this morning and he was awake and in good spirits,” she said.

“That’s bodrum escort bayan good to hear,” he said.

“I can relax now,” she said and smiled at him.

They arrived at the hospital, parked and got out of the car. Immediately Johnny looked at her ass when she got out of the car. The white capri’s thin material revealed a hint of her flesh colored ass. She had worn thong panties and the hint of flesh color sent a surge of heat through his cock. It immediately began to grow.

“Your ass looks perfect,” he said.

“You’re just saying that,” she responded.

He glanced around, realized they were alone and unzipped his fly and pulled out his near erect cock.

“This doesn’t lie,” he said showing her his barometer of flesh.

She glanced around and much to Johnny’s surprise took him in her mouth. He moaned loudly as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. And then just as quickly she quit.

“We have to go,” she said smiling wickedly.

With much difficulty he shoved his penis back into his pants and limped away.

Her father was pink with health and talking a mile a minute when they arrived in the room. Immediately Johnny could see a weight had been removed from Laurie’s shoulders as she went to her father and hugged him.

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Considering my chest was split wide open just yesterday I feel great,” her father said.

“Oh, daddy,” she said. “That’s too much detail.

The visit went great. They stayed about an hour, laughed, talked and when the nurse came back in they decided to leave.

“Bye, daddy,” she said giving him a hug and kiss.

“Bye, honey,” her father said.

“Good bye, sir,” Johnny said shaking her father’s hand.

“You take good care of my little girl,” her father said to him.

“I will, sir,” Johnny said and they left.

On the walk back to the parking lot she thanked him for coming along.

“You really think my ass looks good in these?” she asked turning her ass towards him.

Again that surge of sexual desire fired through him and shot straight to his cock. The blood, uncontrollably, running into the flaccid penis and turning it rock hard.

“It looks better than good,” he said.

“I can tell you’re not lying,” she said staring at the bulge in his pants.

They got into the car, paid the parking fee and drove away.

“How about a trip around the peninsula?” she asked.

“Sure,” he said.

It was a bright sunny day. A perfect day for a trip around the finger of land that jetted out into Lake Erie. It was laced with beaches along each side and a popular area for runners and cyclists who rode or ran the path that led all the way around the ten mile stretch.

As they entered the peninsula she reached over and grabbed his hand. They wound down their windows and the fresh lake air swept in around them.

“I have to use the restroom,” she said as she pulled into one of the rest areas.

“So do I,” he said. “That coffee went right through me.

They pulled into the parking lot. She got out of the car and Johnny just watched her for a moment before he got out.

“I’ll meet you when you get out,” she said.

“Gotcha,” he said waving.

When Johnny came out of the restroom he saw her standing up near a small port where boats could dock. It was next to a small lighthouse and she was the only one standing there.

“Hey,” he said walking up behind her and reaching his arms around her waist and kissing the back of her neck. “What cha doing?”

“Just thinking,” she said.

“About your dad?” he asked.

“No.”

“What then?” he asked.

She turned to him, slid her hand down to his cock and sensually rubbed it up and down.

“I was thinking I’d like to suck your cock again,” she said.

“Right here?” he asked surprised. bitez escort

“No one is else here,” she said looking around.

With that she unzipped his fly again, reached her hand into his pants and removed his cock. It was glistening and hard.

“My,” she said rubbing the pre-come over the soft head. “Somebody’s excited.”

She leaned over and took him into her mouth. She slipped her hand under his balls and caressed them. She moaned and he came quickly.

“I think that was a record,” she said coming up and wiping a small spot of come from her lips.

He put his cock back into his pants as she tossed him the keys to the car and said, “Your turn to drive.”

She got into the car and he followed. They pulled out of the small parking lot and no sooner had they merged into some traffic when she kicked off her flip flops and slid her capris and panties off. He glanced over and she had spread her legs apart. Her left leg was bent at the knee and over the console near the gear shift. Her right foot was propped up near the passenger window and her pussy was fully exposed. She ran her hands over her pussy and slid a finger inside. She looked over at him, took her finger out of her silky pussy and offered it to his mouth. He sucked in her finger and tasted the tangy liquid.

“I want you to go down on me,” she said.

“Right now?” he asked.

“Just pull over to the side of the road,” she said. “I can’t wait. I’m slippery wet.”

Trying as best he could to avoid an accident he pulled over, luckily, without incident. She had started moaning in some kind of primitive chant and had pulled her pussy lips open with her hands as he jammed the gear shift into park. With the gear shift crammed painfully into his belly Johnny leaned over and started to slowly lick the slippery slit. Laurie spread her legs further and moved one of her hands behind his head and pressed his face into her pussy. He slid his tongue back and forth over her clit in a slow grinding motion. She was moving her hips up off the car seat trying to increase the friction as her moans became louder and louder.

“Don’t stop,” she hissed. “I’m going to come.”

He, somehow, got his right arm free and slid a finger inside her pussy as she cried out in an orgasm. She shook for a few seconds longer and then relaxed back into the seat.

“That felt really good,” she whispered.

Johnny sat back in his seat with an imprint of the gear shift imbedded into his belly, which he quickly forgot about when he looked at her, legs apart, with a look of sexual satisfaction spread across her face.

“That was pretty hot,” he admitted.

“Looks like it,” she said looking at the hard-on he was, again, sporting.

“Let’s drive to the monument,” she said slipping on her panties, pants and flip-flops.

He put the car into drive, checked the rearview mirror and merged back into the slow moving traffic.

The monument sat out near an inlet from the bay. It was a tribute to Admiral Batch for his winning a strategic battle over the British way back in 1870. It was a tall, phallic symbol that soared fifty feet into the air.

“Looks familiar,” she said as they strolled hand in hand towards the monument.

“That’s funny,” he said. “Ever notice the center of the monument sits inside a circle.”

“Yeah,” she said squeezing his hand. “It’s making me horny again.”

She looked to her right near the shore and spotted an area with some trees and brush.

“Take me over there and fuck me,” she said. “I want you to come all over my pussy and then I’ll rub in with my hand.”

He stumbled along the walkway like he was going to faint.

“Okay,” he said weakly.

They walked over to the trees where she turned and kissed him deeply, sliding her tongue into his mouth.

“I can taste my come,” gümüşlük escort she said to him seductively. “It tastes good mixed with yours.”

“Yeah,” was all he could muster.

She slid down the front of him and unbuckled his pants pulling out his cock and inserting into her mouth.

“Your cock tastes so good today,” she said.

She pulled his pants all the way down but kept her mouthed wrapped around his cock. He removed his shoes and stepped out of the pants. She reached around with both hands and caressed his ass as she forced his cock deeper into her mouth. He placed his hands into her hair and pumped his cock in and out of her mouth in a fucking motion.

Johnny, still sliding his cock in and out of Laurie’s silky mouth, looked out over the bay and spotted a boat in the far distance, two people, a man and a woman were on the bow looking his way. The man pointed and Johnny saw the woman lift a pair of binoculars his way. Instead of trying to hide he felt incredibly turned on.

“Hold on,” Johnny said stopping Laurie’s head. She looked up at him. “Take your pants off and get on your hands and knees,” he told her.

Laurie stripped off her capris and straddled the grassy patch beneath her. Johnny knelt down, and with one eye still on the boat in the bay, slid his cock into Laurie’s still wet pussy.

Another couple joined the first on the boat and all four were now looking Johnny’s way. They were taking turns with the binoculars.

Johnny turned his attention back to Laurie, who now had her face near the grass and was grinding and moving her ass and hips into him, forcing his cock to slid in deeper. Johnny leaned over and pushed her top and bra up over her breasts and, cupping each one in his hands, began to knead and roll the nipples between his fingers. Laurie had kicked her capris aside and spread her legs further apart allowing Johnny to push his cock in even deeper. Laurie reached her hand between her legs and alternately rubbed his balls and her clit. Each time she moved her fingers over her clit she moaned and wiggled her hips back and forth over Johnny’s cock. Johnny moved his hands from her breasts and grabbed her tight ass on each side and pumped her hips back and forth over his glistening cock.

Laurie moved forward and Johnny’s cock slipped out. Laurie turned and lay on her back. She spread her legs and Johnny could see her pussy was hot pink with lust. Her lips were swollen and soaked with her own juices. Her eyes were dazed and wanton with lust. She reached up and grabbed Johnny’s cock pulling him towards and into her. He slipped in easily and Laurie wrapped her legs around his back as her hands found their way to his ass. She proceeded to push and manipulate his ass and hips to guide his cock in and out of her pussy.

“I want you to come all over my pussy,” she said in Johnny’s ear.

Johnny glanced over at the boat and the four people looked awestruck that two people, one of whom knew they were looking, were fucking right out in the open…and enjoying themselves.

Laurie moved her hands between Johnny’s lower ass and the sudden sensation of an orgasm struck him so quickly he had to jump back in order to pump his come all over Laurie’s pussy. He pulled his cock out of her and, grabbing it with his right hand, squirted the hot liquid onto her clit and pubic hair. Laurie reached her hands down and began to rub the hot come into her clit, sticking fingers inside her pussy and then alternately licking her fingers and rubbing her clit. She stuck her fingers inside her pussy and then into Johnny’s mouth as she neared another orgasm. He greedily sucked their come off her fingers and Laurie moaned in an orgasm.

Laurie looked up at him and Johnny glanced to his left. Laurie looked out over the bay and saw the people applauding the effort. She looked back at Johnny and smiled.

“How long have they been there?” Laurie asked.

“From the beginning,” Johnny said.

“Let’s get out of here,” Laurie said.

They got up and dressed.

“Where to now?” Johnny asked.

Laurie looked around, a kind of gleam in her eyes, and she took Johnny’s hand in hers.

“Let’s go sit on the beach and wait for the sun to set,” she said.

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The memories that unconscious, 37-year-old Camilla was reliving had returned to those of a more sexually restrained, monogamous period of her marriage with Cameron–the time between her forced sexual encounter with Paul Shaw and when she, Cameron, and Eros moved from Toronto to Montreal. Because of her contemplation of this tamer period of her life, the lust-energy levels in Camilla’s Nigrovum were once again lower; so the come that her gaping pussy was spewing out into the water, over which her nude body was hovering, would not be as effective in making her lecherous, voyeuristic audience into obedient servants of the masked men. Dr. Singh and his Nigrovum-cured AIDS patients, as well as the spirits of Agape, Don Josiah, and Candice, could now monitor Camilla with some renewed hope, however temporary that hope would be.

Indeed, the masked men, also monitoring their incessantly gang-banged victim, simply waited for this lull in the lewdness to pick up speed, which it would do, soon enough.

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

Camilla was reliving a memory from nine years before her predicament in the public aquarium in Montreal.

Back in Toronto, 28-year-old Camilla–who looked twenty-two, thanks to Nigrovum’s slowing of her ageing–was tirelessly working to finish her doctoral thesis. Eager to have it ready for her thesis committee as soon as possible, she again abstained from decadent sex for almost a year. Only with her husband did she make love, with an emphasis on the love.

The psychic barrier she and Cameron had put around themselves, as soon as they’d got home from Paul Shaw’s party, was holding up very well; and their sexual restraint was ensuring that the barrier would stay strong. Accordingly, she hadn’t been troubled by the masked men in any way.

She’d resumed meditating, more bravely facing that mystical ocean, the pantheistic unity of atman and Brahman, of self and other that had frightened me–I mean, her–so much the last time she’d contemplated it. She even briefly resumed psychic contact with her father, Agape.

Oh, Daddy, I’ve missed you so much, she mentally communicated to him. I’m so sorry for having shot you.

No need to apologize, he told her. You tried to save me, remember? And I stopped you. Anyway, I’ve missed you, too. Give up your life in the physical world, and we can be together in the spiritual one. If you don’t die, I can promise you, something terrible will happen to you, and to the world. The masked men have plans for you; you must know that by now.

Please don’t ask me to die, she begged him. I’m not ready to; I’m too scared to face hell.

Sooner or later, you’ll have to face it; and later will be much harder for you.

I can use Nigrovum to keep me alive forever.

Do you really want that for yourself, Camilla? You can’t live forever, and who’d want to? If you keep thinking that way, you’ll go mad for sure. Have faith in Don and me; we can help you get out of the hellish realms.

You can’t , Daddy. There are too many of those masked bastards out there. Both the living and the dead ones are after me. Sorry, I can’t do that. Bye.

Not able to endure even contemplating death, Camilla cut off her psychic connection with Agape, and blocked him, however reluctantly.

Though she wouldn’t be persuaded to die, she did continue trying to face that pantheistic, infinite ocean that united her with all the souls of humanity. She felt in those soothing waves a paradoxical mixture of repose and fear. Though facing the pain and anger she’d caused in all her dead, former lovers was frightening for her, she also sensed the possibility of an ultimate purging of all her sins. In the ouroboros of the afterlife, with its heavenly extreme in the serpent’s head, and the hellish extreme in its bitten tail, she sensed that she was destined to be close to where the teeth bit in; if she could bravely fight her way through the agonizing realms and go into the mouth, instead of going the other way to get to the head (which would take much longer to attain), maybe then she could escape from hell, and be reunited with her father and Don. Perhaps in her meditations she could achieve all that while still alive.

Still, she felt all that evil enveloping her, the psychic energy of the living and dead masked men. That evil was like stormy seas, surrounding her small area of calm waters on all sides. That psychic energy was so vague that she couldn’t tell if it came from the living or the dead, but she could tell that much of it was coming from the masked men. Knowing this made the need to leave Toronto all the more urgent.

Her thesis was soon finished, and with a few minor revisions, she finally got her PhD. Frantic to get out of Toronto, she used Nigrovum to find a teaching position as quickly as possible: she found one in McGill University in Montreal, as well as a teaching job for Cameron. They began packing immediately upon finding their new jobs.

As much as she wanted to get out of Toronto quickly, she bodrum escort found it hard to leave her house, the house that used to be her beloved father’s. This house was most of what little she still had of the man she so intensely loved. The memories of the place made him seem almost alive to her still, and leaving would make the reality of his death all the more cruelly plain. She took every photo of him, his old bourbon glass, and everything else that reminded her of him, however useless many of those things may have been to her, outside of sentimental value.

That summer, she, Cameron, and 9-year-old Eros found a house in Montreal and moved in. The fear of the masked men seemed gone from her heart for good, though she already missed Agape’s house and everything in Toronto that reminded her of him and Candice.

One night in late August, feeling achy and stressed from both missing her Toronto home and the ongoing friction between Cameron and Eros, black-haired, pale ‘Goth-looking’ Camilla decided she needed a massage. She could have simply used Nigrovum to ease her nerves and sore muscles; but something inside her, a kind of thirst, it seemed, made her want someone else’s hands on her body…a man’s hands.

She walked into a massage parlour on the side of town opposite from where her new house was; the establishment was called, ‘Sweet Caress’. She looked around the front reception area, went up to the front desk, and read a sign on the wall above where the owner was standing. The sign showed all the services offered.

“What would you like tonight?” the owner asked.

Camilla saw a handsome fifty-something man standing by, one who was wearing a shirt with the ‘Sweet Caress’ logo on it. Correctly assuming he was one of their masseurs, and feeling that ‘thirst’ increase somewhat in intensity, she said, “I’d like a full massage and bath–with him.” I’m getting only a massage, she thought; nothing too hot.

After paying the owner, Camilla was led into a room with the masseur. He turned on the bath water and turned toward the door, ready to walk out. “OK,” he said, “get undressed and in the water, and I’ll be back in a minute.”

Feeling that thirst again, she asked, “What do you need to leave for? You have everything here: soap, towels, bath foam, and oil lubricants.” She pointed to them on a nearby shelf. “I used to work in a massage parlour, so I know.”

“Well, I was going to leave so you could disrobe in private,” he said.

Her ‘thirst’ got stronger, and she tried unsuccessfully to fight it. “If I-I’m going to be n-naked for my bath, you watching me u-undress shouldn’t be a problem.”

“OK,” he said, turning around to face her, and smiling ever so slightly.

She pulled off her T-shirt, revealing her pink lace brassiere. What am I doing? she thought. I’m married. Sure, the guy’s good-looking, but I’m trying to be good again. She unzipped and pulled down her jeans, showing him her pink panties. I’m just getting a massage. A legitimate massage. If he tries to take advantage of me, I’ll use my psychic powers to immobilize him. She then removed her sneakers, socks, and jeans.

He put the bath foam in the water and got the soap, towels, and lubricant ready.

She hesitated before taking off her underwear; then she felt that ‘thirst’ getting a bit stronger again. She removed her bra and panties, and he got an eyeful of her frontal nudity before she got in the tub, which was now full of foamy water.

He lathered the soap in his hands and rubbed it on her snow-white back. I’ll let him wash only my back and arms, she thought. That’s all the fun he’s getting with this married woman. He soaped up her arms and armpits, then moved around to her chest, above her breasts. Well, I guess that area’s OK, too.

His hands moved down to clean her breasts; he gently cupped and squeezed them. Before she could protest, that ‘thirst’ grew stronger, and she was enjoying his sensual touch.

“Please raise your legs so I can wash them,” he said.

“OK,” she said, lifting up her legs. Then he ran his soapy hands up and down her legs, and washed her feet; she was softly moaning the whole time.

“Please get on all fours,” he said, “so I can clean you from behind.”

“OK,” she said, getting on all fours. Well, she thought, I suppose he has to be thorough. As his hands got the soapy lather all over her buttocks, her ‘thirst’ was getting torturous to feel. He opened her buttocks and got soap on her anus, then gently slid a soapy finger inside, slowly going deeper and deeper in her rectum. After rinsing out her asshole, he cleaned her vulva, thoroughly lathering her swollen labia, rock-hard clitoris, and vaginal opening, which was wet not only with water.

He slid his soapy index and long fingers inside her pussy, rubbing the lather against her G-spot, then going inside far enough to touch her A-spot.

“Oh!” she squealed with delight.

He rinsed out her pussy. “OK, stand turgut reis escort up, please,” he said, “and I’ll rinse off the rest of you.”

She stood up, with her back to him; he rinsed off her back and buttocks with the shower head in his hand.

“OK,” he said. “Now turn around, please.” She did, letting him see her soapy breasts and pubic hair again. She felt a mixture of shame and excitement, not wanting to betray her husband, but wanting to satisfy herself and her masseur.

No sex, she thought as he rinsed her off. No sex.

“Alright, you can come out now,” he said, reaching over and unplugging the bathtub. She stepped out and stood on a towel laid out by the tub.

He got a towel and dried her off thoroughly, paying particular attention to her breasts, buttocks, cunt, and asshole. He then gestured to the massage table, and she got on it, lying on her front.

Not bothering with putting a blanket over her to cover up her nakedness, he got some oil lubricant on his hands and began rubbing it on her back and arms. Psychically feeling his desire, which was no less hot than hers, she was battling in her mind whether to give in and let him fuck her, or be strong and remain faithful to her husband.

His hands moved down and got the oil on her buttocks, opening them and getting lubricant in her anal cleft.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she moaned.

“You’re telling me,” he grunted.

“Let’s not be naughty, OK?” she asked in sighs. “I’m taken.”

Gently rubbing the oil into her anal orifice, he said, “What happens…in here won’t…be known outside. Don’t worry.” His oily finger slowly went in further.

“But I’ll know. Oh!”

“We don’t have to…if you don’t want to. I’ll let you…think about it.” He rubbed the oil on her legs and feet, sensitively paying attention to each toe. When he finished, he said, “OK, on your back, please.”

She rolled over on her back, and as he got more oil on his hands and looked at her breasts and black pubic hair, she thought about this most tempting situation. Sure, I’ve had extra-marital sex before, she thought. And Cameron knew; but it was always controlled. I had his consent when we were swinging, and I allowed him to fuck the Asian girls we had in threesomes one and two years ago. As for my encounter with Paul Shaw, I may have technically enjoyed the sex, but I’d been forced. This is totally different: this man isn’t forcing himself on me; I want him as much as he wants me, and Cameron isn’t here to indulge his Candaulism. If I fuck this guy, it’s out-and-out adultery!

He was now rubbing the oil on her breasts, gently pinching her erect black nipples. She sighed and moaned to his touch. His hands moved down to her belly, getting lubricant in her navel.

If I fuck him, I’m no better than Mom, Camilla thought, more and more desperate to resist temptation. I can still vividly remember the time I came back from school and saw her getting Angus Thass’s come all over her face, in her and Daddy’s bedroom. And she later married that bastard! It should have been no surprise to Mom that I would never accept Angus as a step-dad.

The masseur rubbed the oil on Camilla’s thighs and ran his slippery fingers through her black pubic hair. Preferring to tease her, he skipped her pussy and rubbed lubricant on her legs, slowly working down to her feet.

I can’t become like my slut Mom, Camilla thought. Her cheating on Daddy, and leaving him for Angus, was unforgivable. And after she married Angus, and after all the key parties they’d have, she even cheated on him without his knowing. After that, they finally divorced, and Mom actually mended her ways; then she sent me to that all-girls Catholic school, hoping it would make me a better person than she was. But the damage was already done, and look at the kind of life I’ve lead. But I cannot let myself be an adulteress, like Mommy.

The masseur was working the oil on and in between Camilla’s toes now; she moaned and sighed softly to his expert touch.

My mom actually had a few orgies when Angus was away on business trips, Camilla remembered. I, ten at the time, was supposed to be asleep in bed when Mom was fucking those guys–she’d given me sleeping pills, and I tricked her into thinking I’d swallowed them–then I snuck out of my bedroom to see what she’d been doing. I was horrified to poke my head through her ajar bedroom door and see her in a gang-bang, with cocks in her mouth, pussy, and ass! When not blowing a guy, she’d scream, “Oh! My G-spot! Ah! My A-spot! ” as a cock was pumping her pussy. Soon after having seen that, I looked up those words on Wikipedia, as well as many other sex terms and concepts, like gang-bang. Pretty intense reading for a ten-year-old girl, but then again, I was always a voracious reader…I used to read everything. Everything! Of course, I also started checking out internet porn at that time. Gay porn especially.

Finally, the türkbükü escort masseur started gently fingering Camilla’s hard clitoris. Another finger slid inside her wet pussy, massaging her G-spot.

Still trying to take her mind off her temptation, Camilla continued contemplating childhood memories. No child could ever understand what I was reading on Wikipedia, or any of the other many sources I used to get my early sex education from, she thought. Seeing what my Mommy did would corrupt anybody. Now, the strange thing is, I’ve always been able to understand grown-up stuff–whether about sex or not. The photographic memory I inherited from my Mom made it easy to remember tiny details: that’s why I was always an excellent student. I still remember scoring 137 on an IQ test back in grade school. Back in grade one, before walking to school every morning, as a little kid I’d always lie on the dewy grass in a park just a few blocks away from my home. I felt the dew go in the pores of my skin on my face. Then I’d go to school, all alert and perceptive of everything. My precocious childhood intellect made Mommy think I could eventually be a lawyer or something. She was so mad when I’d become a stripper!

The masseur’s finger went deeper inside Camilla’s pussy, gently jabbing her A-spot a few times. She squealed with ecstasy, and even though she’d tried everything to resist temptation, she came all over his hand.

“You know,” he said. “I have a much better tool to massage you with.”

“I’m sure you do,” she said. “But we shouldn’t. I’m married.”

“Oh, come, come. Let me satisfy you even more. Nobody will know.” He unzipped his pants.

“They’ll hear me screaming outside.”

“No, they won’t. Not a chance.” He pulled out his cock and lay on the massage table. Resigning herself to total sluttishness, and knowing she could never resist that ‘thirst’, she got on top of him in the cowgirl position. He pulled his pants down to his knees. Slowly descending on his hard-on, she fed his cock into her dripping wet pussy, moaning and sighing with each inch it went in.

His cock got all the way inside, poking at her A-spot, and she came a second time. She squealed in whistle register, then started worrying about outsiders hearing her.

“Don’t worry,” the man said in grunts as she continued bouncing on his cock. “This room…is sound-proofed so…the police won’t know. We have…complete privacy. Unh!”

“OK,” she sighed. “Ah!” As she thrilled to feel his big cock slide in and out of her pussy, she thought of one more childhood memory. During one of those orgies my Mom had with her gang-banger friends, Camilla thought, I was spying on her, and she caught me looking. She screamed at me to go to bed; but just then, Angus also came home and took us all by surprise. (His business trip had been cancelled at the last minute, or something.) He saw Mom with all those naked men. Yelling and fighting started, and it was all so overwhelming for me that I fainted, and actually went into a coma. Oh, if Cameron were to see me now…my Mommy, all over again!

The masseur reached up and fondled Camilla’s tits as he fucked her. After another minute or so of fucking, she came again. Then he pulled his cock out of her pussy, and she took it in her mouth. She sucked him off briefly, and he came in her mouth. She swallowed every drop.

He got a handkerchief and wiped her come off his spent penis and thighs. Laden with guilt and fighting back the tears, she got off the massage table and reached for her clothes.

“No, don’t get dressed,” he said, pulling up and zipping up his pants. “Go out naked. Let everyone see how beautiful your ‘Goth’ body is.”

Feeling the ‘thirst’ of exhibitionistic lust again, nude Camilla picked up her clothes and purse, and walked out of the room with them in her arms. She moved in an almost mechanical manner.

Everyone in the parlour was pleasantly stunned to see her lovely nakedness. She went out to her car, got in, and finally no longer felt that ‘thirst’.

Made totally unaware that she had been psychically manipulated, Camilla just sat in her car and sobbed for a minute or so before putting her clothes back on. “How could I have allowed that to go so far? I’m no better than my Mom. I’m an adulteress.” She drove back home, crying all the way. Only when she had reached her neighbourhood did she pull herself together, preparing to pretend that nothing had happened when she met Cameron at home. For if she was still thinking about her guilt, he–with his own developing psychic abilities–would know what she’d done. For that reason, she chose to block him from sensing her thoughts.

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

“Thank you for giving me such a good time, Dr. Camilla Fox,” the masseur said after watching Camilla leave ‘Sweet Caress’, and removing the psychic barrier he’d put around their room to drown out her screaming. He took off the ‘Sweet Caress’ shirt he’d been wearing and put on a polo shirt. Then he, by no means an employee of the massage parlour, put on his mask, psychically made everyone there oblivious of who he was, and casually walked out of the building and towards his car. He got in his car and sat there, licking Camilla’s come off his handkerchief. Then he called a friend on his cell-phone. “Hi,” he said. “It’s confirmed: Camilla is here in Montreal.”

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