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This is a work of fiction. It’s a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It’s best to start with part 1.

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After feigning sleep and eavesdropping on my parents it was time to experience being nude properly. I yawned loudly and stretched before opening my eyes.

“Hello sleepy head!” said my mother smiling at me.

I looked at her naked body and still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked.

“About an hour or so” said dad.

My mother asked “How are you feeling, was the drink too strong for you?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, I just nodded off.”

“Probably a combination of jet lag and alcohol!” laughed dad.

“Do you feel up to exploring the resort?”

I hesitated and mum could tell I wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea of being naked amongst others, she quickly added “Or, we could order some room service and just stay up here for a bit.”

“That sounds good and now that you mention food I’m I feeling really hungry.”

Mum smiled and jumped off her sun lounger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body and she smiled as she noticed me watching her every move. She walked into the room with her hips swaying provocatively and my penis quickly hardened. I looked at dad and saw him watching me. He smiled and said quietly “Your mother’s a beautiful woman, don’t be ashamed to show your appreciation!”

I blushed and turned back as I heard mum returning. She walked towards me and handed me a room service menu, she smiled at my erection and said “you seem to be hungry for more than food!”

I was embarrassed but laughed at her joke along with dad. Reading the menu made me even hungrier and I quickly chose a hamburger and chips, with my parents going for a seafood platter. Dad went inside and phoned in our order. My erection remained and I caught mum staring at it a few times before she said “Jack, don’t you want to go and take care of that? Isn’t it getting uncomfortable for you?”

I blushed and asked “Um, you mean masturbate?”

Mum smiled “Yes, or if you want I could help you.”

My mind was racing as the implication of her words sank in. I was about to reply when dad returned “It’ll be about 30 minutes.”

He noticed the tension between the two of us and said “Did I interrupt something?”

“I was just telling Paul he should get some release.”

“Your mother’s right, it’s not good to stay hard for so long.”

I was blushing furiously and stood up muttering “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Jack, wait, don’t be embarrassed it’s perfectly normal and my offer still stands.”

I was tempted to accept but everything was happening too quickly, I shook my head “Thanks, maybe next time.”

I closed the bathroom door and stepped over to the toilet, raising the seat. I put some lotion in my hand and went to work. It felt strange touching myself with my parents just outside, knowing exactly what was going on, but I soon forgot about them and closed my eyes enjoying the sensations. Images of my mother’s naked body flew through my mind and I imagined what it would feel like to have her touching me, would she use her hand or maybe even her mouth? My cock swelled and I moaned as my orgasm hit and I splattered a huge amount of ejaculate into the toilet bowl. I wiped down the errant drops that had hit the lid and seat and then flushed the evidence away. I washed my hands and used a towel to give myself a quick wipe between the legs before returning to the balcony.

I felt embarrassed as I joined my parents but, apart from a quick glance at my now flaccid penis, there was no other reaction. I soon relaxed and began to enjoy myself. We talked about the resort facilities and they told me about what they’d seen so far. Amazingly, I totally forgot the fact that we were all sitting outside naked. A chime sounded and dad said “That must be our food!

He stood up and went inside, returning a few minutes later followed by a slim but curvy young woman pushing a trolley. I panicked for a moment as I realised she would see me naked and made to cover myself. Mum anticipated my reaction and put her hand on my knee, shaking her head and whispering “It’s OK Jack, don’t cover yourself.”

I forced myself to stay as I was and tried to relax. The girl introduced herself as Janet and smiled at us as she pushed a trolley between the sun loungers and then began to convert it into a table. I took the opportunity to study her more closely and realised she was very attractive. Her uniform consisted of a white, buttoned blouse and a rather short black skirt. Her ebony skin was smooth and glistened in the sunlight. As she bent over to retrieve a tray from within the trolley I caught a glimpse of the top of her untethered breasts. They were about the size of a small grapefruit and looked very appealing. If one more button of her shirt was undone I was sure I would have been able to see her nipples.

To my horror I felt the unstoppable onset of another erection as my penis rapidly antalya rus escort inflated. I knew that lying on the lounger would make it unmissable so I quickly sat up, hoping it would not be noticed as it lengthened between my legs. Janet was still busy and thankfully didn’t seem to be aware of my predicament. I observed as she crouched down to retrieve the lowest tray and was treated to a view up her short skirt. Her smooth, slim legs were parted slightly and I could make out the white lacy fabric of her knickers. My cock throbbed and I felt some pre-cum ooze from its tip.

As she stood holding the tray I saw her look at my crotch and smile slightly. I was sure she could see my boner and, although embarrassed, I was also excited by the fact that she was the second woman to see me this way. She continued working but I caught her glancing between my legs a few times and could also detect two obvious bumps in her shirt that I was sure hadn’t been visible earlier. When she was done, she smiled and wished us an enjoyable meal before taking her leave. My eyes followed her as she walked away and I found the view of her curvy bottom encased in in the tight skirt enchanting.

My dirty thoughts of what she would look like naked were interrupted by mum saying “Um, that looks tasty!”

I spun around to find her looking at the plate of food and not Janet’s bottom, despite this I was pretty sure her double entendre had been no accident. This was confirmed when she caught my eye and winked “Janet’s a very pretty girl.”

I blushed and nodded without replying. Dad joined us and we started eating. My burger was delicious and I wolfed it down in record time and then lay back to enjoy my drink. I’d totally forgotten about my erection until dad laughed and said “Wow, I must try the burger next time!”

I laughed and felt so comfortable with my exposure that I made my cock bob about by clenching my pelvic muscles. Mum almost chocked on her food as she laughed while eating and dad quickly handed her a glass of water. She drank rapidly and some of it dripped down her chin and onto her chest. I watched as the drops of water trickled down over the slight bump of her breast and then onto her nipple, tantalisingly hanging there for a moment before falling to her lap.

Dad had been watching the same thing and I held my breath as he leaned over and licked mum’s nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Mum moaned and turned towards him, placing her hand on his head then breathlessly saying “Oh Philip!”

My penis throbbed and released some pre-cum as my parents got more and more intimate in my presence. After a few more sucks, dad pulled back drawing the breast out before he slowly let the engorged nub slip from between his lips. As her breast sprang back I was stunned to see her nipple was now bright red and almost twice the size of the other one. My mouth watered at the sight and I licked my lips wondering if I’d get the opportunity to do the same.

Mum’s face and chest were flushed as she playfully punched dad’s arm “You’re terrible Philip! Now I’m all hot and bothered like Jack!”

We all laughed again and I stretched, enjoying the feeling of absolute freedom. I never could have imagined I’d be so comfortable being naked around my parents and I already knew for a fact that this was a life changing holiday that could only get better. Mum and dad continued eating but they were definitely both acting frisky. There was a lot of touching, feeding each other and kissing and I was pretty sure both of them were getting very aroused. I enjoyed watching them and had to resist the urge to touch myself.

My suspicions were confirmed when they both stood. Dad had a raging boner and both mum’s nipples were erect and her smooth pussy lips looked engorged and moist. “You’ve got to excuse us Jack” said dad, taking mum’s hand and pulling her towards the room. Mum giggled and said “You can watch if you like!”

I was in shock at her suggestion but quickly stood and followed them. Mum was already lying on her back with dad’s face between her legs. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and sat on the edge of my bed staring at them. Mum smiled at me but then closed and eyes and groaned in ecstasy. This was too much for me and I reached for my penis taking some of the liquid dripping from its tip and spreading it over my shaft.

Mum was now moaning continuously and wrapped her legs around dad’s back. She took hold of her nipples and pinched and pulled on them as her body shook. I started stroking in earnest and watched as she got closer and closer to her first peak, letting my cock go as it hit her. She screamed loudly and flopped about on the bed before collapsing and panting. Her legs unclasped and fell to the bed as she still shuddered with some aftershocks. Dad lifted his fluid soaked face from her crotch and sat back with his hard cock protruding before him.

Without acknowledging my presence, he took hold of mum’s spread legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he shuffled forwards. I looked closely belek escort as the tip of his penis made first contact with mum’s pussy. This was it, I was about to witness real sex! Some people may be put off at the thought of seeing their parents make love but not me. It was such a privilege to be allowed to observe the two people in the world that meant the most to me, sharing their love for each other.

Mum’s hand slid forwards and took hold of dad’s cock. She dipped it into her pink opening a few times, collecting some of her fluids, and then rubbed it over the small bump that I recognized as her clitoris. She moaned as she moved it back and forth making the small protrusion appear and disappear. It soon became too much for both of them and dad grunted as he pulled back slightly. Mum responded by moving his cock back to her leaking entrance and releasing it when it was snugly embedded.

I felt mum’s eyes on me as dad pushed forwards but I couldn’t look away from the sight of his thick shaft slowly disappearing within her. My hand resumed pleasuring my own penis as I imagined what it would feel like to penetrate a woman in this way. When dad was all the way in he paused and glanced at me smiling as he saw me stroking myself.

He turned back to mum and pulled out before thrusting in again. I could hear the slap of skin on skin and wet squishing sounds as he repeated this action over and over. Mum started making a kind of growling, purring sound that I’d never heard before. I was extremely erotic and my hand froze, squeezing my shaft tightly as I tried to avoid coming. The volume of the sounds increased as dad raised the tempo of his thrusts. My own crisis averted, I joined in and matched his rhythm as I pumped my own cock. I could tell from their actions that it wouldn’t be long and was proved correct as dad literally began bouncing up and down on mum in an uncontrolled frenzy.

Mum screamed loudly as her second orgasm hit and it was followed by the loud grunting of dad as he froze. His hips twitched as he unleashed his load deep within her. I felt my own orgasm approaching rapidly and jumped to my feet, releasing my cock just as it began to erupt. Considering I’d only come a short while earlier I was surprised by the volume and ferocity of my ejaculation. My cock bobbed up and down as it fired each volley of sperm across the floor between our beds with some even hitting my parents.

My penis remained hard as the last drops oozed out. This had been the greatest orgasm of my life and I stared in wonder as my dad pulled himself off mum. His flagging penis emerged bit by bit, coated in thick white juices and by the time his tip plopped out it was covered by his foreskin and followed by a river of semen. Mum’s pussy remained dilated and looked beautiful, I wanted nothing more than to plunge my face or penis into it but dad beat me to it. I watched with envy as his tongue stretched out, licking from the bottom to the top. Mum gasped and her eyes flew open when she felt his touch.

She started at dad and then looked at me with glassy eyes before they focused on my still erect penis. With a lazy smile on her face, she reached out towards me. I was too far away so I moved closer and once in range her hand grasped my sensitive cock. “Oh…” I gasped as I felt the first touch other than my own. It felt so different and so much better! When she collected some of the still dripping semen and massaged it over the tip I groaned loudly, causing dad to look up.

For a moment I thought he’d be angry seeing his wife touching his son in this way but he smiled and went back to work on mum with renewed vigour, keeping one eye on action. He must have done something right as mum squeezed my cock tightly and moaned “Oh, yes, Philip! Right there!”

She closed her eyes and her body shook in ecstasy. She looked so beautiful and I knew I would never tire of seeing her orgasm, I just wished I could be able to give her such pleasure someday. Her hand released me and she looked totally sated as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. Dad disengaged and looked at me with a grin on his wet face as he licked his lips. He crawled up next to mum and gave her a peck on the cheek before lying down beside her.

I stood looking at my parents as they lay before me and couldn’t get over the love and attraction I felt for them. It was such a privilege to have shared this moment and hoped I could be part of their love making again in the future. Mum smiled at me and shuffled closer to dad, patting the space on the bed next to her “Come and lie down Jack.”

I smiled and did as she asked. Once I was stretched out next to her she rolled onto her side and I felt a nipple touch my arm. She stroked my hair and said “Are you OK?”

I nodded “It was amazing!”

Both of them laughed and dad asked “Have you ever seen anyone make love before?”

“Only on the internet, this is totally different.”

“Better I hope!” said mum.

“Much better, I can’t believe it!”

Mum gave me a kiss on my cheek and draped one leg kepez escort over mine, her thigh bumped against my erection and I could feel her wet pussy on my leg as she said “You’re still so hard, didn’t you come?”

“I did but it was so exciting watching you I didn’t go soft!”

“Can I help you?”

I swallowed and nodded in agreement.

Her hand moved from my head to my cock and she took hold of it and began to gently stroke up and down. “It feels different to yours Philip, the skin is somehow tighter.”

Dad’s head popped up over her shoulder observing her action with interest. He moved a hand onto her hip and slid closer.

I gasped as mum’s fingers moved over my sensitive and rather dry glans. Mum looked at me and said “Sorry, I think you need some lubrication!”

I was expecting her to stop but to my delight she leaned forwards and took the tip of my penis into her mouth. “Ahhhh” I groaned as her tongue lathed across my glans coating it with saliva. When she was done she lay down beside me again and resumed stroking my now slippery penis. Her technique was different to my own but I could tell she knew what she was doing. It wasn’t long before I was panting and thrusting up with my hips. Mum’s timing was impeccable and she squeezed my shaft tightly just as I climaxed. I could feel my penis throb as my third load of the day was shot through the compressed tubes high into the air.

I’d never ejaculated with such force before and it even seemed to impress my parents as both of them said “Wow!” simultaneously. The white fluid shot almost a metre into the air, hung there for a second and then relented to gravity and rained down over my belly, crotch and legs. The next shot was equally impressive with the third only oozing over mum’s hand. She relaxed her grip and my organ slowly tipped over as it began to soften. I watched as mum moved her hand to her mouth and carefully licked every drop of my semen from it. “Ummm, it tastes just like yours Philip, just a bit sweeter.”

I was even more surprised when her hand returned and her fingers scooped some more off my belly and then offered it to dad. He didn’t hesitate and sucked her fingers before saying “You’re right, it tastes really good.”

“How about we shower together and then go for a look around?” said Mum.

Dad and I were in agreement and we got off the bed together. Mum took my hand and then dads and pulled us into the bathroom. The large shower had plenty of space for all three of us. Mum started off washing me and it felt great having her rub shower gel all over me taking special care to wash my penis and even between my ass cheeks. When she was done I helped dad soap her up. He did her back and I took care of her front. It was the first opportunity I had to actually touch her properly and I loved the feeling of her soft slick skin beneath my fingers. I could tell she was enjoying it almost as much as I was, especially when I played with her nipples and between her legs.

Of course my penis recovered and was fully erect again when the shower was over, dad laughed “Ah, the joy of youth, those were the days!”

We dried each other and then went outside to pack up the room service trolley. Even though it was performed naked with my parents, the mundane task made my erection fade and it was barely noticeable under my robe. After putting on hats and sun glasses we were good to go. We left the trolley outside our door and then headed for the lifts. I was nervous but excited at the same time as I realised I was soon to be naked amongst strangers. After having just experienced such intimacy with my parents this should be a walk in the park (excuse the pun!) and I was confident I could handle it.

My heartrate increased as we stepped out of the lift one level below the lobby. My parents led the way to a changing area with lockers operated using our room card. They quickly removed their robes and hung them up. “Come on son, time to get naked!” said dad as he waited for me to hand him my robe. I took a deep breath and removed my only covering. It felt strange standing in a semi-public place naked and I looked around nervously as dad grabbed some towels. Mum put her hand on my shoulder and said “Relax Jack, I promise you’ll enjoy this!”

I nodded and she asked “Do you want to visit the pool first or head for the beach?”

Thinking back to the photos I’d taken earlier of the pool, and the number of people I’d seen there, I opted for the beach thinking it would be less crowded. Mum took dad and me by the hand as we walked out of the building into the bright sunshine. We followed the signage to the beach and after about a minute encountered the first other guests. Mum squeezed my hand and whispered “Just relax” as they came closer.

With sunglasses hiding my eyes I was free to look closely. There were five of them walking towards the hotel and they seemed to be together. In the lead was a couple that looked to be in their fifties. The man was balding and rather overweight with a large patch of greying pubic hair above a rather small uncut penis and equally hairy, loosely dangling balls. His partner was more pleasant to look at. Her large breasts swung slightly as she walked and were topped by surprisingly small nipples. Between her legs she was hairless and her pussy was just a crack with no visible lips. Judging by their seamless tans and confident walk they were seasoned nudists.

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Disclaimer: this story involves cuckolding. All characters are over the age of 18.

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Part 1: Meeting Chloe

I was nervous. I had just moved halfway across the country, leaving the hometown I had lived in my entire life. I wasn’t sure what to expect from college. I was excited to be on my own, but as a shy, geeky, somewhat effeminate boy, I was scared that I might not fit in.

I was lucky to have parents who paid for me to live in my own apartment, even as a freshman. It was pretty small, but it was just a five minute walk from campus. Still, I was worried that living on my own would keep me from making friends. Most of the freshmen would be living in dorms together, hanging out with the other kids on their floor and going to parties together.

Even though I was shy, I was determined to make at least one friend at my freshman orientation. I arrived at the auditorium where all the freshmen were expected to gather and took a seat, nervously scanning the room. I nodded and said “hi” softly to the guy sitting next to me, who said “hey” back but quickly turned to the person sitting on the other side of him.

Looking around the room, I froze as I saw the most beautiful girl I’d ever seen walk into the auditorium. She was about 5’6″ and had blonde, shoulder-length hair and a cute, bright smile. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a thin, pink tank top that showed about an inch of her midriff. Her black bra was visible through the tight-fitting tank top, which revealed plenty of cleavage from her C-cup breasts. I saw several guys stop and stare as she walked in.

As she looked around, she noticed the empty seat next to me and started walking toward me. I couldn’t believe my luck! This hot girl came and sat down right next to me, smiling at me and saying, “Hi! I’m Chloe.”

“Oh, uh, um, hi,” I stammered. “I’m Noah.”

“Nice to meet you, Noah,” she said.

I couldn’t believe this girl was talking to me. We chatted for a few minutes, telling each other where we were from and what our majors were. I couldn’t help but keep glancing down at her cleavage, it was so on display. As she was telling me about what classes she had signed up for, she leaned forward, and I couldn’t help but stare at her perky tits. She paused for a second, and I looked up at her. She had clearly caught me. I felt myself turning red, and started stammering an apology. She just giggled and touched my arm. “Don’t worry about it, Noah, I know guys like to look at my body.”

“Oh…uh…” I didn’t know what to say, looking all around the room to avoid peeking at her cleavage again.

She laughed. “You’re cute.”

“I…uh…I am?” I said, stunned.

“Yeah,” Chloe said. “In, like, a baby-faced, prettyboy kind of way. I actually thought you might be gay when I sat down, but I can see by how much you like staring down my shirt that you’re not.”

“I, uh, I’m sorry, I just…” I started, but she just giggled and touched my arm again.

The orientation started, and we turned our attention to the speakers. As we listened, I noticed Chloe jot something down on a strip of paper and then slide it to me. I picked it up and read it: “Let’s hang out sometime, cutie.” She had drawn a little smiley face and then added her phone number. I looked at her, stunned, but she just smiled back at me and smiled. I nodded enthusiastically, folded the paper, and put it in my pocket.

My plan to make a friend at orientation went better than I ever could have expected!

Part 2: Our First Date

I called Chloe a couple days after we met, making myself wait so that I didn’t seem to desperate. She seemed excited to get my call and we arranged a date for that weekend – dinner and a movie. I couldn’t believe it! This incredibly hot girl was actually interested in me.

That weekend, we went to a restaurant on campus. I got there first and was seated at a table. After a few minutes of waiting, in walked Chloe, wearing the most stunning blue dress I’d ever seen. It clung nicely to her thin body, showcasing her cleavage and her smooth, long legs. As she walked to the table, I stood up and hugged her nervously, getting a thrill from touching her. She giggled at my excitement and we sat down.

The conversation flowed smoothly between us – we discussed our backgrounds, our majors, our hobbies and interests, and so on.

After a short lull in the conversation, Chloe smiled and asked me, “So…have you ever been in a serious relationship before?”

“Oh, uh, no,” I said, embarrassed. “I wasn’t, like, super popular in high school.”

“Oh…” Chloe said. I couldn’t read her reaction. She smiled again. “So, does that mean that you’re, like, a virgin?”

I blushed, a little stunned she was asking me such a personal question on our first date. “Uh…well…yeah,” I admitted.

“Oh,” Chloe said. “Well, that’s okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about.”

“Um…what about you?” I said, wanting to change the subject. “You must’ve had lots of guys interested in you in high antalya sınırsız escort school.”

“Oh, yeah, definitely,” Chloe said. “I only had one regular boyfriend though…Ethan.” When she said his name, she looked off a little dreamily.

“Oh…” I said, not sure how to respond. “Um, why did you break up?”

“Well, he’s going to a different college now. But also, um, we always had kind of an off-and-on relationship,” she said. “Very…passionate.”

“Oh…” I said, getting uncomfortable.

“Yeah…” She looked away, lost in thought. “He was, like, really hot…on the football team. He was just, so…mmmm.”

I looked down uncomfortably, feeling myself turning red.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she laughed.

“Uh, it’s okay,” I said.

She smiled. “Anyway, you don’t have to worry. I’m ready for a different kind of relationship now. Ethan was very, uh, cocky. I’m looking for something with somebody who’s a little sweeter…like you.”

I smiled at her. “Uh, thanks.”

That awkward conversation aside, the rest of the date went great. We went to the movie, and as we watched, she slid her hand into mine, holding it tightly, and leaned her head on my shoulder. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.

At the end of the night, I walked her home. As we stood in front of her place, I looked her in the eyes and said, “I had a great time tonight. Can I call you again?”

She smiled. “Definitely. You’re so sweet.” She leaned toward me and gave me a kiss on the lips that lasted several seconds. I felt a thrill all through my body. “Good night,” she said. I watched her walk into her building, her cute little butt swaying back and forth.

Part 3: Chloe Spends the Night

A few nights later, I received a text on my phone. It was from Chloe: “wanna watch a movie at your place? ;)”

Obviously, I immediately texted back, “Yeah, sounds great!” and set up a time. I didn’t want to make any assumptions, but I felt like I had a really good chance of sleeping with this hot girl!I felt my pants swell.

A few hours later, she arrived at my apartment. I opened the door, finding her in a pair of loose-fitting pajama shorts and a baggy college sweater, holding a couple of DVDs. She looked so cute and sexy. I had put on a nice pair of jeans and an untucked, button-up shirt, trying to look cool.

“Hi,” she said, smiling at me.

“Uh, hi,” I said. “Come on in.”

She walked inside, looking around. “Nice apartment!” she said.

I made some popcorn and got Chloe a Diet Coke. We sat down on my couch and made conversation for a while, seeing how our first week at college was going – making schedules, buying textbooks, all that kind of stuff. After a while we put on the movie.

As we started watching, Chloe quickly moved up next me, cuddling against me as I put my arm around her. I carefully placed my hand on her arm, not wanting to make any moves that might offend her.

The movie continued. After a while, I felt Chloe’s hand moving up and down my thigh. I felt my hard-on straining against my jeans, and soon enough, Chloe felt it too. Her hand on my crotch startled me, and I jumped a little, making a surprised sound.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Chloe said, moving away from me a little.

“No, no, it’s okay, it’s okay,” I said, embarrassed.

She smiled. “Yeah?” she said. “Sure you’re ready for this?”

I nodded as she stared into my eyes. Her hand slid up my thigh again, then firmly grasped my throbbing erection through my jeans. She smiled, leaned into me, and we started making out.

My hands started moving all up and down her body, hesitantly at first, then eagerly. As we made out, she straddled me and started unbuttoning my shirt. My hands slid under her sweater and I discovered she was not wearing a bra. I let out a moan as I squeezed her breast. She pulled off my shirt, then quickly removed her sweater, revealing her amazing, perky tits to me.

“Take your pants off,” Chloe whispered sexily in my ear, then stood up in front of me. I quickly fumbled around with my jeans and removed them, keeping my underwear on. Chloe reached down and allowed my hard-on to pop out. She looked at my 7-inch erection thoughtfully and said, “Hmm. Not bad.” She dropped her pajama shorts and her perfect body was now completely naked in front of me. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening!

“You have a condom?” she asked me. I quickly reached into a drawer in an end table and pulled one out. She smiled. “Put it on.” I tore the condom open and, after a little bit of fumbling around and trying to figure it out, I slid it onto me.

She giggled at my obvious excitement, then straddled me again and we made out for a while. My cock rubbed tantalizingly against her thighs and pussy. “I’m so wet for you, Noah,” she moaned. Finally, she slid down on my cock. I had never felt anything so intense.

“Mmm,” Chloe said, looking down at me as she lowered herself all the döşemealtı escort way down. “This is gonna be fun.”

She rose up on my cock again, then back down. I groaned, and then, suddenly- “Ohhhhh, oh fuck,” I groaned.

Chloe stopped, feeling my cock pulsing. I couldn’t believe it – I had cum after two thrusts. “Oh…” she said, clearly disappointed. She lifted herself off of me.

I was so embarrassed. “Shit, I’m sorry,” I said.

She smiled at me sweetly. “It’s okay, it was your first time,” she comforted me, rubbing my hand. “Maybe we can try again later?”

I looked at her hopefully. “Uh, yeah, if you don’t mind staying?” I said.

“Of course not,” she said.

I went and cleaned myself off and put some comfy clothes on. After a while, we tried again, but the same thing happened! I couldn’t believe it. She was obviously disappointed again, but again comforted me and said that once I got used to the feeling I’d be able to last longer.

Part 4: Ethan Gets a Transfer

I was pretty humiliated by my first sexual experience. I assumed Chloe wouldn’t want anything to do with me anymore, but to my surprise, she texted me a couple days later asking if I wanted to go out on another date. Happily, I accepted.

We continued dating like that for the next several weeks. She started hanging out more often at my apartment, and we continued having sex. She was right, at first – as I got used to having sex with her, I did start lasting longer – but I maxed out at about 10 minutes, usually less. I could see she never orgasmed. She started encouraging me to eat her out more often, which I did. I developed a talent for making her cum that way, which made me happy, but I still wished I could fuck her better.

This continued for a couple of months. Then, one day, as Chloe was sitting on my couch scrolling through her phone, she exclaimed, “Oh my god!”

I turned my attention away from the TV show I was watching and asked her, “What’s up?”

“You remember me telling you about Ethan, my boyfriend from high school?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said. How could I forget the faraway look on her face when she described her hot, football-playing boyfriend?

“I can’t believe it!” she said. “He got a transfer here!”

I looked at her, stunned. “To this school? He’s gonna come here?” I asked, nervously.

“Yeah, in January! Oh my god!” she said. She was clearly stunned, but also excited.

“Um…wow…that’s…interesting,” I said, not sure how to react.

“Yeah…” she said, looking off into the distance thoughtfully. Then she kind of snapped out of it, looked at me, and smiled. “You okay?” she asked.

“Me? Yeah, I’m fine,” I said.

“Good,” she said. “I can’t believe you’ll get to meet him! I promise you’ll like him.”

I nodded. This wasn’t exactly thrilling news to me, but I took it in stride.

As the weeks went by, I tried to see any changes in Chloe’s attitude for me, worried she would break up with me so that she could get back with Ethan when he moved here. But she seemed as interested in me as ever – we hung out together more and more, going to bars and parties together, making friends, and just hanging out at my apartment. Our sex life didn’t improve, but it did continue, which I felt extremely lucky about.

Finally, winter break rolled around. We were both traveling home for the next couple weeks, but I knew that when we returned, Ethan would be there too. In fact, Chloe had convinced me to host a party the weekend we all got back – she didn’t say it was a party for Ethan or anything, but as we were putting together the list of friends we should invite, she made sure to note that he’d be here by then and the party would be a good time to meet him. I reluctantly agreed, trying not to let petty jealousies inflame me.

Part 5: Ethan Comes to Our Party

Winter break passed, and we all returned to school. Chloe and I were happy to reunite. I was so excited to be back with her, I only lasted a couple of minutes when we had sex, but only after I had eaten her pussy to an orgasm.

The day of the party arrived. A few of our friends who were over 21 had stocked my fridge with beer and liquor. Chloe wore a very sexy white sundress with a flowers on it. Thin white straps held up the low-cut top of the dress, which cupped her breasts nicely. The bottom went down to the middle of her thigh. It was loose enough that if she moved right, you could catch glimpses of the white lacy panties she was wearing.

Friend started flowing in, and we were all having a great time. Chloe and I had made a lot of good friends since the start of the year, from classes and student groups and whatnot. I was a little nervous about Ethan coming, but I tried not to let it worry me too much.

After we’d all had a couple drinks, Ethan finally arrived. I was talking to a group of friends from one of my classes, as I heard a squeal from the other side of the room. It was Chloe, konyaaltı escort who had opened the door to find Ethan on the other side. “Ethan!” she cried. There he was – a tall, brown-haired jock wearing a tight-fitting t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck in a hug. Ethan’s muscular arms went around her sides and he easily picked her small body up in the air for a few seconds before setting her down gently. As he entered the room, I could see them excitedly greeting each other, but couldn’t make out everything they were saying.

I tried re-focusing on the conversation I’d been having with my friends, but I was always keeping an eye on Chloe, who was taking Ethan around, introducing him to our friends. She and Ethan were both beaming, clearly happy to be reunited. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy.

After Chloe and Ethan made their way through a lot of our friends, they got to me and the friends I was speaking to. “Hey, baby,” Chloe said to me. “This is Ethan! Ethan, this is my boyfriend, Noah.” As she introduced him, she put her hand on his arm and gave it a little squeeze.

“Hey, man,” Ethan said with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

He held his hand out and I shook it. His grip was very firm. “Uh, hey, nice to meet you, Ethan.”

Chloe introduced Ethan to our other friends there. We made a little bit of small talk. I saw Chloe looking Ethan up and down and biting her lower lip a couple times, which obviously made me feel uncomfortable, but I tried not to let jealousy get the best of me.

After a few minutes, Chloe said there were a few more friends she wanted to introduce Ethan to, and they wandered off to continue mingling.

“So, uh, that’s her ex-boyfriend?” one of my friends asked me.

I sighed. “Yeah…”

“Damn,” my friend said. “That’s some bad luck.”

I tried to act like I wasn’t bothered. “What do you mean?”

He scoffed a little. “Come on, dude,” he said. I just looked at him. “Let’s just say, I’d keep an eye on them if I were you.”

I definitely followed his advice, never going more than a minute without glancing over to see what they were up to. After a while, they sat down on my couch together, their backs to me. Somebody else sat on the couch with them, and a group of friends formed a little circle sitting on the floor around them. Nothing out of the ordinary, although Ethan’s arm was up on the couch, around Chloe’s shoulders.

I kept talking to another circle of friends standing near the kitchen, making sure to stand where I could see Chloe and Ethan. But after a while, I got distracted by some friends who wanted me to make drinks for them. I tried to make them as quickly as I could, but then realized I needed to go to the bathroom. I rushed to finish the drinks, handed them to my friends, then scurried to the bathroom.

When I came back out, it had been maybe 10 minutes since I had seen what Chloe and Ethan were doing. I walked into the kitchen and looked over at the couch in the living room. I didn’t see Chloe, but Ethan was, for some reason, on his knees on the couch kind of leaning forward on his arms.

My heart started beating faster, and I quickly walked over to the living room. A lot of my friends saw me as I approached and I could see the “oh shit” looks on their faces. When I got to the couch, I saw Chloe, lying on her stomach, as Ethan gave her a massage, kneeling on the couch and straddling her legs. I froze, and the circle of friends around Chloe and Ethan quieted down.

“Uh, hey, what’s going on, guys?” I said, trying to sound casual.

“Oh, hey, baby,” Chloe said, kind of groaning the words as Ethan lightly rubbed her shoulders with his strong hands. “Ethan, stop for a second.”

Ethan stopped his massage, bringing his hands down to rest gently on her lower back.

Chloe turned her head toward me and said, “Noah, I was just saying that my back kind of hurt from all the jogging I do, and Ethan was saying he’s majoring in sports medicine and they taught him a lot about massaging muscles and stuff, so I asked if he could give me a massage.”

“She’s real tight back here, dude, just thought I could help her out,” Ethan said, bringing his hands to her bare upper back and beginning to lightly rub.

I felt myself turning red. Some of my friends looked slightly stunned, some of them had little smiles on their faces I could tell they were trying to suppress. “Um…I mean…” I said, not quite knowing what to say. I could only stare at Ethan’s muscular body, basically on top of Chloe, thinking about all the great sex Chloe said they had. “So…you’re just gonna give her a massage…here…on my couch?”

“I mean, it’s not the ideal conditions. She’s wearing this dress, for one, and we don’t have a massage bed,” Ethan said. “But I can still do a pretty good job here.”

I was pretty sure I heard somebody snicker.

“Mmmm, it feels sooo amazing,” Chloe said.

His hands moved lower, rubbing the middle of her back through her dress, then moving down to just above her butt. “Feel it right there?” he said.

“Mmm, yeah, that’s good,” she kind of moaned.

“Um…” I said. “I don’t really think you guys should be…” I just kind of trailed off.

Chloe looked up at me. “Sweetie, this is like a professional massage and I’m getting it for free. Why would I turn that down?”

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Cindy was about to walk into a room of strangers wearing just a thong and high heels. Before she arrived in NYC Cindy had had only one boyfriend and was quite naive. So much had changed in such a short time. Cindy’s thoughts continued to drift back to her first week at the office. It was a week when she took a big leap forward in her career, a week that had changed her life forever.

When Cindy woke up for her 5th day of work, she was a bit overwhelmed by all that had happened over the previous four days. Her mind raced as she remembered how nervous she was on her first day, how she learned she would have to dress in very sexy outfits at work. She thought about how the men at the office had all seen so much of her body, how at various times had their hands all over her, and how she had kissed most of them. She thought of Tony, one of her bosses, who was very strict with her, and who had penetrated Cindy with his fingers on two occasions. Cindy was very wet as she lay in bed with these thoughts and she shuddered with anticipation at the thought of having to see Tony again that morning before the others arrived.

Finally Cindy thought of the previous day, when she had landed a new account by pleasing a new client in his office. Cindy felt a bit of shame as she remembered having the man’s small cock in her mouth, but quickly brightened as she remembered how pleased her colleague James was with her. The two of them had such a great time at dinner when James had taken her out to celebrate at a very nice steakhouse. The restaurant, where James dined often, had served her lots of wine even though she was not old enough to drink. The waiter had been very impressed with her little maid outfit. Finally, after dinner James had driven her to a quiet spot so they could be alone. He had her remove her outfit in the car, then fucked her from behind while she knelt on all fours for him.

Until last night, Cindy had only fucked one other man, her boyfriend back home. Although she had loved her boyfriend, she knew now he was an inferior lover. James had known just what to do to make her feel good. She loved feeling his big hands firmly on her hips as he thrust in and out of her. Before he left to return home to his wife, James had told her how beautiful she was. Cindy agreed that this should be their secret.

Cindy realized she had been daydreaming too long, and jumped out of bed and ran towards the bathroom for a shower. Her roommate Stephanie had seen her run out of her room and catcalled with questions abut where she had been last night. Cindy was embarrassed. She told Stephanie she was in a hurry, but Stephanie pushed for details. Cindy suggested she could buy Stephanie lunch since it was a half day (summer Friday) at the office. They agreed Stephanie would come by and they would head out then.

Cindy sprinted from the bus to work and arrived just before 8am. She knew Tony would not tolerate her being late. Cindy grabbed the outfit that had been chosen for her today. When Cindy had been told she would have to dress like a Hooters waitress on Friday she had almost protested, especially since the outfit did not include the stockings that all the Hooters girls wore. She had thought better of it, however, when she remembered that a key part of her role was to brighten the office. Cindy knew such an outfit was not normally appropriate for an office, but she had to follow the rules of this office while she got her career going.

Presently Cindy rushed into Tony’s office. He was sitting at his desk, wearing a blue suit. Tony was the only person at the office who insisted on wearing suits. Tony gave Cindy a condescending look.

“Perhaps you should knock first Cindy?”

Cindy laughed nervously, then saw that Tony was serious. She meekly went back to the door and knocked.

“Come in Cindy.” Tony said seriously.

Cindy walked over to the desk.

“So…tell me what you came here for Cindy.” Tony said looking her in the eyes.

“I…ummm…well you told me I should…to change her in the morning?” Cindy was genuinely confused.

Tony said nothing and Cindy nervously filled the silence. “So…I came here to change for you? I mean…into this outfit?”

Tony continued to look at her and Cindy felt even more awkward. “…or…whatever you tell me?”

Tony smiled a bit at that. “Good girl. You may change for me.”

Cindy thanked Tony, and as she did so she realized she was thanking her boss for being allowed to strip for him. She pulled off her shirt and pulled down her pants quickly so that she was standing in front of Tony in just a bra and panties. Cindy watched Tony carefully as he took her body in, trying hard to ensure she was doing as he wished.

Tony nodded slightly and Cindy took her Hooters shirt and pulled it over her head. It was extremely tight and she had a little difficulty getting it over her tits. When she did Tony spoke quietly, “The bra doesn’t work with that, you’ll have to do without.”

Cindy almost let muratpaşa escort out a sigh as she realized he was telling her she’d have to go bra-less at the office all day in this tight white shirt. She did as she was told though, lifting the shirt and removing the bra. Her pink nipples, currently very erect, were clearly visible through the shirt now, and Cindy shivered with the idea that she would be exposing them to all her colleagues throughout the day.

Cindy started to put the shorts on but even before she pulled them up she realized there was a problem. The shorts were so tiny that he panties were going to bunch up or show through them. Cindy chastised herself for not wearing a thong. She had meant to buy thongs given the office attire she was expected to wear, but she had been so darn busy.

Cindy pulled the shorts up and tried to make it work, but she knew it wasn’t going to.

“I…ummm…don’t think I can wear the panties under these” Cindy said softly.

Tony nodded the slightest encouragement for Cindy’s proactivity, and then watched as Cindy struggled to keep her balance while taking the shorts back off. Cindy took a breath in before removing her panties as well. She wasn’t sure she would ever get used to being naked in front of her fully clothed boss like this.

“You look so good like that Cindy. Perhaps one day they will decide you don’t need an outfit at all.”

Cindy blushed on top of her existing blush. She paused before putting the shorts on as she could see Tony was enjoying taking her in. Finally she decided it would be ok to put the shorts on. She could feel how wet she was and knew Tony could see her pussy lips part as she put them over one leg, then the other. Cindy wondered if Tony would finger her again today. So far he had barely moved, he just watched her intently and impassively.

“Turn around for me.” Tony said calmly after Cindy had managed to put the shorts on. They were so tiny Cindy wondered if her cameltoe would be visible for everyone. She knew her ass was mostly exposed as she presented it to her boss.

“Oh, they are going to love you today in this Cindy.” Tony said as he stroked her ass cheek. Cindy shook with anticipation as she felt her boss’ hand on her.

“Why don’t you…” Tony was interrupted by a quick knock on the office door, then the door swung open.

“Tony!” a well dressed man Cindy have never seen exclaimed. “Nobody was her so I let myself in. I see you have your hands full.”

Tony’s hands were still on Cindy’s bottom. Cindy reflexively pulled away and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Ben, you’re early.” Tony said. “This is Cindy.”

Ben put his hand out and Cindy shook it awkwardly.

“Nice to meet you doll. Bit early for wings.”

Cindy stared blankly at Ben. He was older than Tony but tall, fit and attractive. He smirked at her with confidence. Cindy noticed Ben was looking at her tits and finally realized he was referring to her Hooters outfit. She laughed nervously at his joke.

“Cindy, I’ll need you to step out so Ben and I can meet, but first why don’t you give him a proper hug. I heard you can be quite affectionate.”

Cindy wasn’t sure what exactly Tony had ‘heard’, but she saw Ben smiling and waiting for a hug and obediently fell into his arms. The man who had known her for all of 60 seconds proceeded to pull her close and help himself to grope the same ass cheeks he saw Tony stroking moments ago. Cindy could feel Ben’s hardness push against her, and impulsively pushed herself against him. She which was already very wet and felt confused by how fast things were happening. Cindy buried her face in the man’s chest as she tried to shake the thoughts in her head.

Ben seemed to take Cindy’s reactions as an invitation. He roughly put one big hand down her shorts and took all of one ass cheek in it. Cindy yelped involuntarily. She wanted to pull away immediately, but a small part of her was anxious to see what would happen next so she stayed pushed against him. Suddenly they all heard Ed whistling in the hallway. The door was shut but Cindy’s heart beat fast, as if she might be caught doing something wrong.

“Ben, I think that’s enough affection for you!” Tony said, more animated than usual.

Ben released Cindy reluctantly and Tony told her she should get to work. Cindy scrambled to gather her clothes and picked up her shoes. She realized her shorts were still lowered and awkwardly reached back to pull them off before she thanked Tony and Ben and left.

Cindy walked barefoot towards her cubicle, but Ed saw her before she got there.

“Good morning darling, you’re in a bit early!”

Cindy stammered a little and could feel her face flush.

“Wow, you look very pretty in that Cindy!” Ed said while eyeing her up and down. Aren’t we lucky to have a girl like you working for us?”

“Thank you Ed”, Cindy said gratefully. She added hesitantly, “I…ummm…still antalya anal yapan escort have to get used to these outfits.”

“Aww, you look great in it darling. You might want to wear shoes though!”

Cindy blushed brighter as Ed continued. “You really are a doll. Cindy, would you mind helping out Junior when he gets in?”

“Of course” Cindy answered, eager as always to please. “What does he need?”

“He needs to learn about how to treat a woman!” Ed exclaimed. “Why don’t both of you drop by my office when he gets in?”

Ed didn’t wait for an answer, he simply patted Cindy on her bum and walked away to his office.

Cindy finally got to her cubicle and caught her breath. The day was off to another adventurous start she thought to herself. Although she has dressed in some pretty revealing outfits since joining the company Monday, Cindy felt even more naked today as she looked down and saw her nipples protruding through her tight t shirt and her bare legs. Cindy closed her eyes and enjoyed the silence, and tried to remember the meditation she had once learned in yoga class. Some minutes passed but she could not focus. Cindy realized she was still barefoot so she put her sneakers on, then bent over to put her clothes away in a drawer.

Cindy heard a whistle, then a “Wow!”

She turned her head and saw Danny walking in, looking right at her ass, taking a picture with his phone. Cindy realized she was exposing most of her ass cheeks in the tiny orange shorts as she bent over. She wondered if he could see she wasn’t wearing panties. God, she was wet. She would have to be more careful today.

“Give me a hug little one.” Danny said as Cindy stood up.

Cindy didn’t hesitate. In her fifth day she had a pretty good idea of the expectations in the office. She walked over and embraced Danny. Although he had called her little, she was actually taller than his five feet of height and Danny’s head rested on the top of her tits when she held him. Cindy allowed him to grope both her ass cheeks as he told her how sexy she looked.

“Cindy, you’re so sweet, I wish…”

Danny was interrupted by Ed Jr. arriving. Ed looked rather disheveled in a sports jacket too big for him.

“Morning Danny, morning Cindy.”

He looked at Cindy and began to stammer as he checked out her legs and saw Danny’s hand on her bottom.

“I…ummm…”

“Oh, Ed, your father wants to see you. Us actually.”

Ed looked concerned, Danny looked disappointed. Ed followed Cindy down the hall to his father’s office rather like a child going to see the principal.

“Junior! Glad you could make it in boy!”

Ed Junior mumbled something Cindy couldn’t understand and shook his father’s hand. Ed tousled his 18 year old son’s hair.

“This boy Cindy…he is all his mama’s!”

Cindy was quiet, unsure what to say.

“He hasn’t had a date for months, he has no way with the ladies” Ed said with some derision in his voice. He brightened, “Junior, Cindy has agreed to help you out. Lucky you, right?”

Father and son both eyed Cindy up and down. Cindy shuffled her feet as she stood before him in her tiny shorts and tight t shirt. The boy nodded as he stared at Cindy’s tits longingly.

Cindy felt herself getting wet again. She didn’t want either of these men…but there was something about the way they were looking that excited her. She knew that all the men in the office enjoyed seeing her in the little outfits, but it occurred to her that they all…wanted her. They were experienced businessmen, but she realized that they were probably fantasizing about her. Cindy was glad she had something that would help her boost her career. Her thoughts went to last night in James’ car, but she felt herself getting wetter and tried to stop the thoughts. She realized that while she had been daydreaming she had been asked a question by Ed and tried to replay it in her head. She knew he was waiting for an answer so she smiled and nodded.

“Good…thank you Cindy. OK Junior, show her how you would kiss her.”

Cindy was a little surprised, but she let Junior clumsily and tentatively take her in his arms and push his lips against hers. Ed Junior did not grope her ass, but he was a poor kisser. He kept his mouth mostly closed and pushed too hard. When he pulled away Cindy rolled her eyes slightly without thinking about it.

“Ok, no need to even ask her. Junior, that was a terrible kiss. Cindy, do you mind if I show him how it’s done?”

Cindy could hardly refuse now, so she nodded sweetly. The older man held out his hand and when Cindy took it he pulled her against him. Ed was very confident, and when he leaned in to make out with Cindy it was immediately obvious he knew what he was doing. Cindy closed her eyes and imagined James kissing her again. Ed took the opportunity to run his hands over Cindy’s much handled ass cheeks. Finally he broke antalya merkez escort the kiss.

“Were you watching Junior? I can tell you Cindy knows how to kiss…maybe let her lead.”

Junior walked over to Cindy who was still a little disoriented by the first swap in partners. He looked down at her, and she realized he did indeed want her to lead. Cindy again imagined the boy was James as she put her hands on his cheeks and kissed him. Cindy gave him a little tongue and he opened his mouth obligingly. Cindy imagined she was James and the boy was her and she kissed him a bit more aggressively. She felt his hard cock now pressing into her and reflectively stopped the kiss and stepped away.

“Wow,” the older man remarked as Cindy looked at the boy’s wide eyes. “Didn’t we get you a good teacher Junior?”

Junior stammered ascent and the man noted the tent in the boy’s pants with a laugh. “Ah, Cindy, you might have to take care of that for the poor kid.”

Cindy froze, wondering if she understood the man correctly.

“Oh, and I should have said, this is not company business, just a personal favor. I’ll give you a little extra for your help.”

Cindy thanked him, but she was wondering if he meant for the kissing lesson or something more.

“Well, take it out for her boy. Cindy’s a good girl she’s not going to help you out if you just stand there waiting.”

Cindy noticed the Eddie’s hands were shaking a little as he unzipped his ill-fitting pants and took out a fairly impressive sized cock. Cindy felt bad for him, and didn’t want to humiliate him in front of his father. She sighed a small sigh and reached down to grab the boy’s cock.

Cindy felt confident giving a hand-job. She had given her boyfriend almost twenty before she finally let him fuck her. Cindy felt wistful for a moment remembering her old boyfriend, and she wondered what he was doing back in Eureka. She decided that she would imagine jacking off her boyfriend rather than Eddie, and that she would imagine they were back in his car, rather than an office with a father watching.

Cindy pumped from the shaft the way she knew her boyfriend liked it. She spit on her hand to make it slide easier just like she had back home. Gosh, was it really wasn’t that long ago. She was just getting into a nice, slow rhythm when she realized Junior was about to spurt. Cindy instinctively pointed the cock away from her, and the boy came in spasms on to the floor.

Despite not having to overly exert herself, Cindy was a little out of breath as she released Junior’s cock and stood up. Junior thanked Cindy sincerely, then scrambled to clean up his mess with some kleenex from his father’s desk.

“My Cindy, you are much better at this than I imagined. Watching you in that little outfit has got me rather excited as well. Would you mind?”

Cindy was taken aback. She wondered for a moment what would happen if she refused. She was doing so well with her career at this company and she certainly didn’t want to lose the opportunity. But she couldn’t give out handjobs all day. She convinced herself that this was a special occasion. She should probably understand that Ed would get worked up after kissing her then watching her bend over in the tiny shorts to give a handjob. Perhaps as she was at the company longer they would allow her to wear more sophisticated outfits.

Cindy told Ed that she would be glad to help if he needed and Ed quickly took his cock out of his pants. Cindy noted how it was similar to his son’s. Not as hard though. Cindy walked over and when she squeezed it she saw it harden a little immediately. Ed’s cock was thicker than his son’s, more like James’. Cindy spit on her hand and stroked the way she had taught herself to. Ed reinforced her actions with moans. Cindy stroked it back and forth. She was not imagining she was somewhere else, she was very aware that she was bent over in a tiny outfit, with her boss’ cock in her hands. Ed seemed to be enjoying, but she could feel him softening when she slowed. Cindy sped up but after a while that also failed and he began to soften in her little hand. Cindy remembered this had happened with her teacher in high school and realized what she had to do. She knelt before her boss and took his cock into her mouth. Ed became fully hard immediately. Cindy closed her eyes to remember what it was like when she gave her first blow job to her teacher after class one late afternoon. He had been very patient with her, teaching her exactly how he wanted it. Cindy remembered hearing her classmates outside while she had been on her knees with their teacher. She tried to remember how many times she had done this. She had never told anybody, especially her boyfriend. It had been a secret, just like with James, she thought.

Suddenly she realized Ed was about to cum. Cindy knew from her teacher that she should swallow it all, and she tried her best as her boss grabbed her hair and began shooting into her mouth. She choked a little but managed to get it all. Ed finally pulled out and Cindy stayed on her knees a moment, trying to ground herself.

Cindy, you are the best.” Ed said. “We are so lucky to have you here.”

Ed reached down and helped her up. He was always a gentleman Cindy thought. Her boyfriend was much less sophisticated than the men in New York, and never even held the door for her.

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My gawd she looked gorgeous as she walked into the bar. I saw her the minute she hit the door.

She was wearing a very short white mini skirt with pleats like a schoolgirl skirt that flowed when she walked. Her long tanned legs were muscled in all the right places with soft tender looking thighs. She had on a pair of high-heeled sandals that did nothing more than to extenuate her sexy legs. She had on a pink silky blouse that was nearly sheer. As she walked, her tits undulated with each step. Her long brunette hair was wavy and shiny. Her make-up was enough to highlight her facial features without looking whorish. She had a complete air of confidence about her.

Every guy and several women in the bar were watching her. She knew she was sexy and desirable.

The best part is that she is my wife.

Caren and I have been married for nine years. About two years ago, we found that she liked showing her body to complete strangers and I enjoyed watching her do it.

It all started very innocently one night when we were meeting at a local bar for some drinks after work and then to dinner. I told her to meet me there about six and at the last minute, my boss came into my office and talked and talked. He finally left about six fifteen and I hurried to the bar to meet Caren. I tried calling on her cell phone to let her know I was running late but she did not pick up. I knew that at happy hour the bar was always very busy and raucous.

I arrived at about seven and my assumption was right. The bar was packed with business people like ourselves letting off some steam from the day.

I finally found Caren at the bar. She had guys hanging all over her. She was obviously enjoying the attention so I found a spot where she could not easily see me but where I could watch what was going on.

Caren had her back to the bar and those long sexy legs crossed in front of her. She was wearing a skirt that was not a mini but was short. Her blouse was a white fabric that had some transparency to it so it showed off the tops of her full breasts and her sexy lace bra.

She had a drink in each hand and a couple behind her at the bar. I’m sure she paid for none of them.

A couple of the guys kept touching her arm, shoulder, and hair as they flirted with her. She was doing her fair share of flirting back by laughing and giving those fuck me eyes to a few of them. Her skirt was slowly riding up on her legs further and further with each drink. The skirt was so high now that I could see her red panties from my position. I knew from experience that it was a sexy little g-string.

She suddenly looked at her watch and excused herself from her throng of admirers. She walked to the back of the bar and into the ladies room.

Suddenly I felt my cell phone vibrate in my pocket. It was Caren trying to call me. I got up and went outside to take the call. I missed the call before I got outside and called her back immediately.

“Hello” she answered.

“I’m so sorry. The boss came in and gave me a last minute assignment. I will probably be here another hour.” I lied.

“Well hurry. I’m getting bored sitting here alone.” She lied.

“I will hurry as fast as I can. Just stay there and have a few drinks.” I responded.

“Well Ok, as long as it won’t be too long.” She replied.

“I’ll be there in about an hour. I love you.” I said.

“I love you too. Bye.” She answered.

“Bye.” I said and flipped the phone closed.

I went back to my spot and waited for her to come out. When she did, it was noticeable that she had unbuttoned one to two buttons on her blouse. It was to the point that she called it “One button past decent.” The tops of her heaving breasts were now clearly visible above the buttons. When she leaned forward, the guys at the bar were getting a clear view of her 38DD tits straining inside the pretty white bra.

One guy then put his hand on her knee I’m sure to get her reaction. To even my disbelief there was none. She acted as if it was me putting my hand on her bare leg.

I wanted to get up, go over there, and put a stop to this. The only problem was that my cock was so hard that everyone in the place would have seen my hard cock tenting out the front of my slacks. I could not believe that watching my wife being a total flirt and having other guys flirting with and touching her bare leg would cause me to get so excited.

The guy on the other side of her seeing that his friend was copping a feel did not want to be left out so her put his arm around her shoulders and let his hand drape over her until his fingers were nearly touching the top of her breast.

She apparently then decided that this was going a little too far too fast. She was feeling no pain from the plethora of drinks that kept coming her way. When she excused herself again she slid off the bar stool and her skirt was pulled up so that the bottoms of her firm tight ass cheeks were showing. She pulled the skirt down and headed to the back of the bar again. I watched her enter the ladies room.

My phone again began aksu escort vibrating in my pocket. I pulled it out and Caren was showing on the caller id. I took my sport coat off and held it in my arms so that it covered my raging hard on and went back outside.

I called her back.

“Where are you? She asked.

“I’m still at work but almost done. I should be there in about forty five minutes.” I responded.

“That is what you said twenty minutes ago.” She said sounding pouty.

“I’m sorry but I am hurrying. Just relax and have another drink.” I pleaded.

“I am already almost drunk.” She let me know.

“I’m sure there are a lot of guys there buying you drinks aren’t they?” I asked.

“Yah, but I would really like for you to be here buying me drinks and getting me drunk so that you can take advantage of me later.” She said.

“Just let the guys ply you with drinks and I will take advantage of you later like I’m sure they are hoping will happen for them.” I said.

She pleaded, “Just hurry I really want to see you. I miss you.”

“I will be there shortly then we will go eat.” I responded.

“Ok, but hurry. Bye” she said.

I closed the phone and went back in before she came out of the rest room.

I could hardly believe my eyes when she came back out. She had removed her bra. Her large tits were freely gyrating with her walk. The blouse was sheer enough that when she passed through the lights you could see her areola and her nipples were poking into the fabric.

She sat back down on the stool and her unbridled breasts did not escape any of the guys standing around her. I was not sure that she had not even unbuttoned her blouse another button. She was sitting directly below a spotlight at the bar. Everyone in the place could plainly make out her tits under her blouse. I wondered if she was aware of how the light was making her top even more transparent. She uncrossed her legs in one direction and crossed them again in the other direction. I was certain that I caught a glimpse of her smooth pussy.

One of the guys then placed his hand on her leg but this time it was not her knee but her thigh. He must have figured the sudden lack of a bra was a go-ahead signal. He tried pushing his hand further up her thigh. He was very near the hem of her short skirt when thank goodness she put her hand on his.

She leaned to him and said something that I could not hear. He did not move his hand away but did stop his advance up her thigh.

The friend on the other side moved in closer and put his arm around her shoulders again. He was close enough that his hand was draped even further over her and his fingers were laying inside her open blouse and touching the top of her breast. He tried to move it further into her blouse and she was busy talking to the guy with his hand on her thigh and did not notice until he nearly had his fingers at her areola.

She quickly put her hand on his and patted it and I heard her say, “Bad boy.”

She used her hand to slide his back up to her shoulder.

My cock was raging hard but it was time for me to make my entrance. I used my jacket to cover up my hard on and snuck out the front door. I stood in the darkness for a moment letting my cock soften before going back in.

I walked into the bar and looked around for her as if I did not know where she was.

She saw me and waved.

I headed for her and when I got there, her attackers had backed off.

She jumped off the stool as her tits bounced inside her shirt.

She hugged me and kissed me, “I’m glad you’re here.”

She leaned into me as she was pretty drunk and whispered in my ear, “Let’s go. I have got to fuck you right now.”

I asked her, “What happened to your bra?”

She replied in slurred speech, “I wanted to surprise you. Now let’s go before I decide to fuck you right here.”

I put my arm around her, she gathered her purse, and waved bye to the guys she had been flirting with.

I could see the disappointment on their faces as Caren and I walked away. We went out the door and headed to the parking lot.

Caren turned to me, kissed me deeply, and nearly choked me with her tongue.

She said, “My gawd I am so fucking horny!”

When we arrived at the car, she turned me around with my back to the car. She leaned her petite body into me and I could feel her hot 38DD tits pressing into me. My cock got as hard as a rock.

She reached between us, felt my cock, and demanded, “Unlock the car.”

I hit the key fob and the doors unlocked. She reached for the back door and opened it.

“Get in now.” She ordered.

I crawled into the back seat and she was right behind me. She quickly closed the door and reached for my zipper. She pulled my cock out of my pants, dropped to my lap, and sucked the entire length of my cock into her mouth. I watched her devour my cock in the parking lot lights. She had never taken me this deep before. I rolled my head back onto the seat and enjoyed antalya escort the oral stimulation.

She quit sucking then climbed over me and straddled me. She reached for my cock and guided it into her extremely wet pussy. She sat down on my cock and she was so wet that when my cock entered her the excessive juices flowed onto my balls. She began grinding and squirming on my cock as she reached for her blouse and unbuttoned it all the way.

She then commanded, “Suck my nipples and suck them hard.”

I pulled one of her nipples into my mouth, sucked hard on it, and let my teeth scrape across it.

Caren moaned, “OHHH FUCK YES!”

She began riding up and down on my cock as much as the confined space would allow.

I could feel the car bouncing up and down and heard, “Go man tap that pussy!”

I glanced back as a couple of guys walked by the car. Caren grinned as they looked in at her riding my cock. It seemed to make her even hotter if that was possible.

I put my hands on her tits, pinched, and squeezed her nipples to the point that I knew it had to be painful but Caren just moaned and kept fucking my cock.

I could tell I was not going to take this much longer as my balls tightened against my body. Caren also knew I was close so she sat completely down on my cock and began grinding back and forth causing my cock to make contact with her clit.

She moaned, “OHHH FUCK! Honey cum with me.”

I rolled my head back trying to hold on but the stimulation was too much.

“AAAAAAUUUUUUGGGHHH!” I groaned as my cock erupted inside her. She kept on grinding.

I felt her pussy tighten its grip on my cock and she began to quiver.

“OOOHHHH MY GAWD!” She exclaimed as her juices flooded my cock.

She leaned against me with her tits in my face. She was breathing heavily as was I. As she was still clutching me, I glanced over at the car next to us. I had not noticed that there were people in it.

“Ah Caren it seems we have an audience” I said into her ear.

She looked over at the couple and it was obvious that the woman was giving the guy a hand job from the motion of her hand. When we had finished her head disappeared into her man’s lap.

Caren laughed, “They must have liked the show.”

Caren pulled her blouse together and asked, “Are you ready to go eat?”

She climbed off my lap and I looked at my crotch.

“I don’t think I should go anywhere like this.” I replied.

She looked at my soaked crotch and pants then laughed.

“Ok, then lets go home and continue this.” She said.

I opened the back door and crawled out. I glanced into the car next to us and the woman was still sucking his cock. Her ass was in the air and he had leaned over her to finger her pussy and ass.

Caren got out of the car and saw what was happening then said, “Honey stop watching that is rude.”

“They watched us I figure turnabout is fair play.” I responded.

The guy saw us looking, pulled his finger from her pussy, and gave us a thumb up sign.

I told Caren to get in and I would take her to her car.

When we got home, we fucked into the wee hours of the morning.

The next morning I asked, “What the hell got into you last night? Not that I’m complaining mind you.”

“Promise you won’t get mad?” she asked.

I was hoping she was going to tell me the truth because I wanted to let her know I was there and saw the whole thing.

She began, “I was sitting at the bar waiting for you and some of the guys there started buying me drinks. At first, I tried to decline but they just kept coming. Then several of them began moving in on me. They began talking to me and I kept drinking. I was getting pretty drunk and several of them kept making advances to me. They kept touching my bare leg and kept trying to cop feels of my tits and thighs. It made me so horny knowing that someone besides you wanted me that bad. One guy kept trying to work his hand under my skirt can you believe that?”

I then asked, “What happened to your bra and panties?”

“I kept going to the rest room to call you and was enjoying teasing them so much I decided to push it further. But, you were even later than I thought so it was getting pushed further than I had expected. I was glad you finally showed up. By that time I was so fucking horny I was going to fuck you right there at the bar.” She replied.

“What if I had not shown up when I did? How far would you have let it go?” I asked.

“I knew it had gone as far as I could let it. If you had not shown up when you did I was going to slip out.” She replied.

I asked, “Did you want to fuck them?”

“Oh no! I want to fuck only you. But, I will admit it was fun teasing them and soooooo very stimulating.” She replied.

“I have a confession to make.” I said.

She looked at me quizzically.

“I was there the whole time. I was watching you with them and each time you went to the ladies room and removed your bra and panties.” I said.

“WHAT?” antalya otele gelen escort She exclaimed.

“I will also admit that it made me very horny and made my cock hard watching you and watching the desire in the guys build. I enjoyed watching them peeking at your tits and trying to get their hands on you.” I confessed.

“You were there watching the whole time and just sat and watched? She asked.

“Yes, I was so turned on. I was also hoping that you were just playing catch and release.” I said.

“What is catch and release?” she asked.

“It is a fishing term meaning you catch the fish then let them loose back into the water.” I answered.

“What would you have done if I had not released and suddenly left with one or more of them?” She asked.

“I would not have let it go that far.” I answered.

“I continued, “Let’s just admit it. We both had a good time last night watching you tease and showoff.”

“It sure made for a fun night afterwards didn’t it?” she asked.

“Oh hell yes!” I responded.

She stared at the wall for a moment then asked, “Can we do it again?”

++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

That is how we got to tonight and me watching my beautiful sexy wife walking into a bar by herself.

She had called me at work and asked, “Can we go play catch and release tonight?”

We made the plans on how the night would go down. The game would be over when I heard her say, “My husband should be here any minute.”

Tonight she looked radiant. She went to the bar and selected a stool directly in front of where I was sitting. Her skirt was so short that her as I knew, naked ass was sitting on it. It did not take long after she had ordered a drink for another one to show up. The bartender pointed to a guy sitting at the end of the bar. He got up and walked to Caren.

“Can I join you?” he asked.

Caren replied, “Sure you bought me a drink so the least I can do is chat with you.”

He introduced himself and Caren in turn told him her name. Just then, another drink showed up and the bartender pointed to a guy sitting not far from me. Caren turned and nodded at him. He also got up and sat on the other side of her.

I thought wow these guys work fast. She had only been in the bar maybe ten minutes.

She turned her barstool so that she was facing me. She uncrossed her legs to let me see her pussy. My cock sprang to attention. She then re-crossed them and I could see her ass cheek beneath her skirt.

She continued casual conversation with the two men vying for her attention. I’m sure both of them were hoping they might get lucky with her.

She had about four drinks when one of them placed his hand on her knee. He was slick about it because he was telling her a story and I guess he felt it only seemed natural to touch her as he told his story.

As he was telling his story Caren looked at me and then at his hand on her knee and smiled. The guy on the other side took this opportunity to scoot his stool closer as if he was trying to listen to the story.

When he had finished his story, they all laughed but he did not remove his hand. He made it seem natural as he was laughing to move his hand to about mid thigh. Caren’s nipples got hard at this point.

She uncrossed her legs again and sat like that for a moment giving me a shot of her pussy. I was not sure but I thought I saw a glint of moisture on her pussy lips. Caren has always had a juicy pussy but teasing as she was now made her pussy nearly soaked.

The guys did not let the nipples go unnoticed. Caren was saying something and neither of them were looking at her face. The one was leaning forward so he could hear better but actually was drooling over her 38DD tits with the rock hard nipples.

One of the guys stood up and held out his hand. Caren took it and they headed to the dance floor. The DJ was playing some classic rock and they began to dance to it. Caren is an exceptional dancer and was really moving to the music. Her small flowing skirt was flaring out with her moves revealing the bottom of her ass cheeks. Her unfettered tits were also moving with the music and her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Her dance partner was not moving much and was taking in the sight of Caren’s body. Her body was drawing attention from everyone. The guys and gals at the bar were watching her dance.

The DJ then went to a more modern song and Caren began moving to it. She turned away from her partner and looked at me as she bent slightly over and was grinding her ass into his crotch. He grabbed her hips and pulled her to him in a simulated fucking motion. Caren then twirled around and put her body next to his as she moved against his body.

She was beginning to perspire and her skin was glistening under the dance floor lights.

The DJ then slowed the music and her partner quickly pulled her to him. Their bodies were rubbing against one another as they danced. He put one hand on her hip and the other at her side. As the music continued, he slowly but surely let his hand slide onto her ass. His other hand was continually moving to the side of her breast.

Suddenly his hand was at the hem of her skirt. His fingers were lying against the flesh of her round little ass cheeks. His other hand was now nearly embracing the side of her breast. She did not bother to move either of them.

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Outside the restaurant, I said, “Now we get you a little bit drunk.”

She guffawed. “You think I need help getting wild?”

There was a line of Taxis queued in front of a hotel on the same block, so we went over and stood in line. It was a short wait to get to the front. As the next cab was pulling up, I opened my shoulder bag and pulled out a bra and a pair of panties.

She looked at them with surprise as I shoved them into her hand, along with a twenty dollar bill. I leaned in quickly and whispered, “Put these on in the cab. Tell him to go to 45th and Lexington. There’s a bar there, Hutton’s. They let drunk girls dance on the bar. But you probably want to be wearing underwear. Now you have a place to tuck your ID card. And the bra is for… well… they collect bras.”

“You’re sending me to a meet-market?” She seemed excited by the prospect.

“Yeah. Go into Hutton’s, flirt and tease, drive everybody crazy. I’ll pretend not to know you.”

The hotel valet was holding the cab door for her, and eyeing her covetously. She held up the bra to eye level, and grimaced. “This is going to look a little dumb. I’m supposed to be bare under this dress.”

“Just close the dress up some. Probably people will think you’re strange, or they may feel a little sorry for you, being so desperate or out of touch. Besides, if you want, you can get out of it soon.”

She kissed me softly. “See? It’s about humiliating me.”

“Maybe a little,” I smiled.

She slid into the cab, all leg and chest and gleaming skin. The valet lingered over her as he held the door. She turned back and leaned past him, saying, “But I just thought of something. I don’t ever get humiliated anymore. How weird is that?”

The valet closed the door on her, and let out a big breath. “Dreamboat,” he told me.

I leapt into the next cab, and gave my cabby the same directions. It was almost a straight shoot to Hutton’s, so I knew the cabs would stay close to each other in traffic.

I kept my eye on Carol’s cab as we flitted through the traffic. We were pretty close for most of the trip, and I watched as Carol leaned back from talking to her driver. I couldn’t see much through their rear window, but I saw the back of her head, as her back straightened. I saw the straps come off her shoulders.

When her dress was off (I guessed), I saw her head dip down. For a fraction of a second, I caught the tips of her breasts, as she arched her back against the seat — pulling her panties up.

Then I saw her throw her head back and laugh. They were at a stoplight, and her cabby was turned around, talking to her. He had a big smile on his round face; he was a heavy man with curly red hair, and he seemed quite comfortable having a college co-ed changing clothes in the back of his cab.

Carol held up her bra in the spray of lights, and then shrugged into it. I’d picked it out earlier that day, with the underwear. They were both white and lacy. The bra was semi-sheer, fastening in front.

When we pulled up beside them for a moment, my cabby gave her a wolf-whistle. Of course he had noticed her.

“I wish there were more like her,” I said.

“Me too!” he sang, and laughed.

I watched as Carol slid out of her cab, and then tried to hand her money to the cab driver. He wouldn’t take it.

She spun on her toe, and stepped unwaveringly into the crowded bar.

The meet market

I paid my own cab driver (no freebies for me!), and got out. Though it was still quite early, the bar was packed, to the extent of spilling out into the roped-off area in front. There were tables and chairs on the sidewalk, all of it full of boisterous New York twenty-somethings. Handsome men and drop-dead gorgeous women in tight little outfits.

I eased into the crowd, and made my first priority the procurement of a pint of stout. Something I could sip for a long time before I had to visit the bar again. The bar was jam-packed, with a haze of cigarette smoke. Music was blasting in a continuous assault on the eardrums.

Carol was near the bar, already surrounded by several guys. Her bright blonde hair, piled in ringlets, was like a traffic light for guys. She could have entered wearing a turtle-neck sweater and jeans; they would have jumped on her no matter what she was wearing. Next to her open smile and friendly willingness to meet your eyes, the other girls in the bar seemed over-serious or even furtive. It goes to show, a willing smile is a lot more attractive than a showy outfit. But her outfit helped.

Someone had bought her a drink — it was something that she didn’t normally order for herself. She was shouting in people’s ears, and they were shouting in hers, leaning in over her. She’d fastened the brooch on her dress so it was tighter, but the V in front still, at times, pulled open to below the clip that fastened her bra in front.

The fact lara escort that she was finally wearing a bra didn’t seem to change men’s behavior in the slightest. When she leaned over, or twisted at the waist they still gawked in a way that was hilarious to watch. I started to understand Carol’s viewpoint, how going with or without a bra in daily life made little difference… guys stared no matter what.

I eased in closer, to try to listen to their conversation. When she noticed me there, I just pretended to be one of her admirers. The guys around her seemed to know each other, and they gave me the cold shoulder rather than talking to me. That was fine — I was content to play the solitary weirdo on the fringes.

“My name’s Easy,” she she seemed to be telling the guys. “E. Z.”

They all lit up at that. Three of them simultaneously leaned in to deliver bad jokes. They were in their zone: They were drunk enough that they knew they were immensely clever, and Carol was so pretty they knew she simply had to desire them.

Throughout the conversation, she built up more of a story. She told them she went to a city university, but didn’t say which. She told them she was pre-med. She told them she’d heard about this bar, where you could get your bra nailed to the wall if you took it off. She said she had some guy friends who were always trying to get her to come here, to Hutton’s.

“We’re always going out and getting drunk, and they always end up trying to get me here. I’m like, ‘I’ll dance anywhere. In a club, on top of a bar. I’m Easy!'”

They loved her. They asked, did she go out a lot?

“Oh, yes,” she laughed. “My family was really controlling, so when I finally got away to college, it’s like I’m on a mission!” She had everything but the all-girl Catholic high school.

“Is your name really Easy?” one of them asked.

“E.Z.” She spelled it out. “Elizabeth Zaftig Watkins.”

She continued, “But at school, everybody called me ‘Easy,’ and it stuck. I always wondered why, but the football team never told me.”

“You gonna lose your bra tonight?”

“Depends if there’s a good song!” She raised her arms, and started dancing to the music. Other people in the bar were grooving too, but there was no real dancing as such. In her tight ring of guys, she could do little more than gyrate in place. Her circle watched appreciatively.

One of them bravely reached out and snagged her dress with a finger. He pulled the V over her breasts open slightly, revealing the semi-sheer lace of her bra. He grinned suggestively at her, and she smiled back, still dancing. The guys craned their heads to see.

Thus far, she was only acting flirtatiously. Nothing a normal girl wouldn’t do. Who wouldn’t be flattered by a guy who couldn’t restrain himself from reaching out? Well — most girls, maybe. But Carol was unique.

I leaned in, shouting to be heard over the music. “You have got to be the hottest girl in here tonight!”

Her face lit up, and she smiled at me without any hint of recognition. “Thank you!” she cried, and leaned forward. She gave me a kiss on the lips.

I acted stunned, though I’d kind of expected it.

She spun back to her other friends, and started dancing again. “Sorry if I surprised you!” she yelled over her shoulder. “I get really kissy when I drink!”

“I think you’re beautiful too,” said the one who’d hooked her dress open. He seemed to be the smartest, or the least drunk. He caught on the quickest.

“Then — mwwwah!” She danced up and kissed him too.

Their reserve broke. As she gyrated around, their hands were on her back, her waist, or her cheek. They leaned in to talk to her, and often ended up kissing her cheek. Anybody who kissed her got kissed back, on the lips.

The lights were getting slowly dimmer as the crowd got wilder. A few girls in tight jeans and tighter tops were helped onto the bar. To raised hands and guttural screams, they twisted and spun among the glasses like go-go dancers. I watched them like a hawk — I was turned on by any public display, not just Carol’s. That’s how we’d gotten started, so long ago — by discussing the ripped-up jeans of a woman on the sidewalk in front of us.

One of the bar-dancers finally raised her shirt. The noise from the crowd redoubled in intensity. This caused the other girl to pull her shirt out of her jeans, and raise it up over her bra. The two of them shared a dynamic. They didn’t seem to know each other, but they fed off each other’s moves, each escalating as the other tried to catch up.

They had wide, loose smiles on their lips, their eyes were glazed — they weren’t seeing individuals in the crowd, just the crowd itself. The crowd’s attention was a strange, distorted feedback, which grew in each girl until their movements became jangly. The crowd was, in fact, controlling serik escort them. (This is my theory. I can only project.)

Then the first girl reached up and unsnapped her bra. It opened in front. It flew open, and there were her breasts, swaying unrestrained below her shirt. Whistles rose from the crowd.

So the other girl unfastened her bra, and slid it out of her shirt. She swung it over her head like a lasso. They looked so hot. If I’d been there alone, I’d’ve been ga-ga and speechless the whole night. I’d’ve returned to Hutton’s as a place of worship, alone, with a note-pad. I really am that desperate and uncool. Just by standing and watching, cheering and shouting, my febrile masculine brain could basically will women to strip in front of a massive audience.

I finally glanced over at Carol. She was rapt, staring at the bar-dancers with a sort of hungry expression, with an edge of something else — distain! She told me later: “It wasn’t hot seeing them half-naked up there. It was hot seeing how they had given control to a crowd of strangers. They were basically following directions up there. The first girl out of her bra — I saw her boyfriend telling her to do that. So there are others like us out there! Like a secret society!

“And,” she continued, “the girls weren’t nearly dirty enough. They missed out on so many opportunities. I mean, if you knew you’d be dancing on a bar, why would you wear jeans and not a skirt?”

Carol wasn’t noticing the guys around her. They were staring too — but they hadn’t forgotten the gorgeous blonde twisting around in their midst. She was dancing between two guys, and they were feeling her ass rock and sway as she moved. They were getting a pelvis-workout, as they held onto her and did the “man-dance”… rocking inertly as she did all the work.

Her hands were above her head, and as they shifted her around, their hands brushed over her breasts. A few times at first, and then for longer. Carol noticed not at all — not even when their hands were motionless and she was still dancing, basically rubbing her breasts across their hands.

As I watched, another guy came up behind her. In the press of the crowd, it was probably easy for her to dismiss it. He was standing much closer than he needed to, with his lap against her ass and his nose in her hair.

Carol was oblivious, or at least, she didn’t let on that she knew what was happening. Then I realized I was catching a glimpse of her daily life. The girl had no personal space anymore.

I marveled at her. For myself, I needed to actually like and feel comfortable with a person to even just say hello in the street. But Carol didn’t need anything at all before she could relax with people rubbing up against her and breathing on her. She didn’t need names, she didn’t need to converse, she didn’t even need to see a guy’s face. She seemed to have no boundaries at all, no trigger that engaged her defenses, no line that couldn’t be crossed.

She danced on, eyes fixed on the girls on the bar, while the three guys around her attached themselves to her swiveling body and copped merciless feels off her chest, ass, arms, stomach and thighs.

The girls on the bar finally got down. The braver one — she tossed her bra to one of the bartenders, to a chorus of cheers from the crowd. The bartender made a big production of lifting it above his head, and then hooking it on the back wall. The multi-color bras of other bar-dancers heavily festooned the wall and the rafters of the ceiling, making it look like a very strange coral reef.

Bar dancing

“Wow!” said Carol pointedly. “That looks like fun!”

Her circle was immediately interested.

“You want to go up there?” one asked.

“If the song is right, why not?” said Carol. “I think I should take this bra off… it doesn’t go with my dress.”

“But you’ll come back to us when you’re done?”

“If I can find you again,” she teased.

They (we, because I was sort of in the group) closed around her possessively. “We’ll keep track of you.”

She looked around at the masculine faces above her. Her face was open and without guile, but she still asked, “You really think I should go up?” (It was her pattern, asking over and over when she’d already decided.)

“Hell yeah!” said one guy.

“Do it, Easy! Do it!” cried another.

A new song was starting up — “(You) Rocked Me All Night Long” — seriously danceable. Carol studied the crowded bar, looking for the stairs (she later told me). Her new friends took her arms and lifted, basically propelling her forward. The bartenders saw her immediately, and pulled her onto the bar. With her hands on the bartender’s shoulders, she scooted up, getting the last boost from no less than three hands on her ass.

In less than five seconds, she was standing above the crowd, antalya escort giggling down at us. We were chanting, “Ea-sy! Ea-sy! Ea-sy!”

She half-closed her eyes and started swaying. The lights lit up her white silk dress, the wrap parting down her front as she twisted her shoulders. Her legs were apart, for added balance, with her elevated clogs planted firmly on the wood. She was so close to the track lighting, that the white silk seemed to glow. The white of her panties and bra reflected even more light, standing out in stark contrast to her darkly tanned skin. She looked like she was in lingerie. She looked otherworldly.

Soon the whole bar was screaming at her. The bartenders were working like machines at high speed, grabbing, un-topping, and sliding beers onto the counter, their eyes flickering up to her whenever possible. Money and liquor flowed across the counter-top, some even being passed between Carol’s muscle-y legs. A bar like this, with girls like Carol dancing on the counter, was a license to print money.

When the prelude stopped, the guitar and drums kicked in with a wall of sound. Carol began moving in earnest. I’d never seen her dance before, and she’d never dragged me out to a dance club. But I supposed girls might practice in front of the mirror — either that, or they’re born to it. But there are good dancers, and fucking incredible dancers.

Some women merely swivel their hips, gyrate, rock the shoulders: baseline dancing, entrancing enough when you add the T her toes clenched white in the clogs. She thrashed, she arched her back — stuff that, if I’d tried to do it, would give me severe muscle soreness the next morning. She never lost her balance. I didn’t know it then — but she was practicing at home. She was already practicing to become a stripper, even then.

In short, Carol was good, and we all wanted to bear her children. Like with the girls before her, people were reaching out to her legs. She couldn’t have taken a step, but that was okay, because navigating the crowded counter-top in her clogs would have broken the spell. She ignored the people directly below her, and how the dress split up her parted thighs.

She simply thrummed with the music, like a giant tuning fork for the whole bar, resonating with everybody’s libido.

Before long, everybody was chanting, “Bra! Bra! Bra!”

The word reached her, and her smile grew. She nodded, and suddenly flipped open her dress. The V of her dress caught on the outsides of her breasts, and she was now dancing with her top open.

The crowd’s cheering redoubled. It was a mad-house — I was getting pushed from behind, as people pressed forward to get closer to her. She was the whole package: the tiny dress that split up her thigh and down her front, the undergarments glowing underneath. Her pneumatic curves. She was eye-glue for every guy in the bar.

“Off! Off! Off!” we chanted.

One hand drifted to the bra’s clasp between her breasts. The crowd hooted and cheered. Carol was smiling broadly now, her huge gleaming smile that always made everybody love her. Her fingers twitched, and a hundred-fifty men screamed like they’d been stabbed.

Until then, nobody had been sure if she was just a tease, or would actually open her bra. The bra snapped open, and in a second she had it off and hanging from her hand. Her breasts swayed heavily in counter-time to her dancing, two perfectly-formed orbs completely lit by the lights above the bar. Nothing hidden, certainly not the hard little points of her pink nipples.

For the last minute-and-a-half of the song, she danced on the bar with her dress open over her chest. She half squatted to pass the bra to a bartender, who held it up for everybody to see. Hands stroked her thighs, and even plucked at the hem of her dress, until she stood again.

The song ended with Carol holding the hem of her dress in her hands, lifting it to her waist to the split uncovered the entirety of her underwear. The lines of the lacy panties, with the curves of her muscled stomach and the little detailed curves in the fabric over her vagina, made her snatch look so clean and enticing that I wanted to launch myself at her. Me and the rest of the world.

She dropped the hem, letting it slide over her legs, and stared down at the crowd, breathing hard. Everybody was cheering and shouting. She held out her arms to her friends, who stretched up to help her down. For a moment, she was crowd-surfing on the forest of hands. People were even holding up dollar bills to her, which made her laugh when she saw them.

Back on her feet in our little circle, there were still hands coming through to pat her on the back, stroke her hair. Fingers were running down her arms. It was close to impossible to tell where Carol ended and the hands began. Some of the admirers were holding out shots to her, the reward for bar-dancing.

She soon gave up trying to reach for the shots. She just put her hands above her head, and let herself get passed around from embrace to embrace, while anonymous hands poured the shots in her mouth. Little rivulets of vodka and tequila ran down her chin and neck, intercepted by the tongues of the guys around her.

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This is a work of fiction. It’s a multi-part story and is more for connoisseurs of erotic stories and not for those looking for quick and explicit sex. It’s best to start with part 1.

***

After feigning sleep and eavesdropping on my parents it was time to experience being nude properly. I yawned loudly and stretched before opening my eyes.

“Hello sleepy head!” said my mother smiling at me.

I looked at her naked body and still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. “How long have I been asleep?” I asked.

“About an hour or so” said dad.

My mother asked “How are you feeling, was the drink too strong for you?”

“Maybe, I don’t know, I just nodded off.”

“Probably a combination of jet lag and alcohol!” laughed dad.

“Do you feel up to exploring the resort?”

I hesitated and mum could tell I wasn’t yet comfortable with the idea of being naked amongst others, she quickly added “Or, we could order some room service and just stay up here for a bit.”

“That sounds good and now that you mention food I’m I feeling really hungry.”

Mum smiled and jumped off her sun lounger. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her body and she smiled as she noticed me watching her every move. She walked into the room with her hips swaying provocatively and my penis quickly hardened. I looked at dad and saw him watching me. He smiled and said quietly “Your mother’s a beautiful woman, don’t be ashamed to show your appreciation!”

I blushed and turned back as I heard mum returning. She walked towards me and handed me a room service menu, she smiled at my erection and said “you seem to be hungry for more than food!”

I was embarrassed but laughed at her joke along with dad. Reading the menu made me even hungrier and I quickly chose a hamburger and chips, with my parents going for a seafood platter. Dad went inside and phoned in our order. My erection remained and I caught mum staring at it a few times before she said “Jack, don’t you want to go and take care of that? Isn’t it getting uncomfortable for you?”

I blushed and asked “Um, you mean masturbate?”

Mum smiled “Yes, or if you want I could help you.”

My mind was racing as the implication of her words sank in. I was about to reply when dad returned “It’ll be about 30 minutes.”

He noticed the tension between the two of us and said “Did I interrupt something?”

“I was just telling Paul he should get some release.”

“Your mother’s right, it’s not good to stay hard for so long.”

I was blushing furiously and stood up muttering “I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Jack, wait, don’t be embarrassed it’s perfectly normal and my offer still stands.”

I was tempted to accept but everything was happening too quickly, I shook my head “Thanks, maybe next time.”

I closed the bathroom door and stepped over to the toilet, raising the seat. I put some lotion in my hand and went to work. It felt strange touching myself with my parents just outside, knowing exactly what was going on, but I soon forgot about them and closed my eyes enjoying the sensations. Images of my mother’s naked body flew through my mind and I imagined what it would feel like to have her touching me, would she use her hand or maybe even her mouth? My cock swelled and I moaned as my orgasm hit and I splattered a huge amount of ejaculate into the toilet bowl. I wiped down the errant drops that had hit the lid and seat and then flushed the evidence away. I washed my hands and used a towel to give myself a quick wipe between the legs before returning to the balcony.

I felt embarrassed as I joined my parents but, apart from a quick glance at my now flaccid penis, there was no other reaction. I soon relaxed and began to enjoy myself. We talked about the resort facilities and they told me about what they’d seen so far. Amazingly, I totally forgot the fact that we were all sitting outside naked. A chime sounded and dad said “That must be our food!

He stood up and went inside, returning a few minutes later followed by a slim but curvy young woman pushing a trolley. I panicked for a moment as I realised she would see me naked and made to cover myself. Mum anticipated my reaction and put her hand on my knee, shaking her head and whispering “It’s OK Jack, don’t cover yourself.”

I forced myself to stay as I was and tried to relax. The girl introduced herself as Janet and smiled at us as she pushed a trolley between the sun loungers and then began to convert it into a table. I took the opportunity to study her more closely and realised she was very attractive. Her uniform consisted of a white, buttoned blouse and a rather short black skirt. Her ebony skin was smooth and glistened in the sunlight. As she bent over to retrieve a tray from within the trolley I caught a glimpse of the top of her untethered breasts. They were about the size of a small grapefruit and looked very appealing. If one more button of her shirt was undone I was sure I would have been able to see her nipples.

To my horror I felt the unstoppable onset of another erection as my penis rapidly antalya rus escort inflated. I knew that lying on the lounger would make it unmissable so I quickly sat up, hoping it would not be noticed as it lengthened between my legs. Janet was still busy and thankfully didn’t seem to be aware of my predicament. I observed as she crouched down to retrieve the lowest tray and was treated to a view up her short skirt. Her smooth, slim legs were parted slightly and I could make out the white lacy fabric of her knickers. My cock throbbed and I felt some pre-cum ooze from its tip.

As she stood holding the tray I saw her look at my crotch and smile slightly. I was sure she could see my boner and, although embarrassed, I was also excited by the fact that she was the second woman to see me this way. She continued working but I caught her glancing between my legs a few times and could also detect two obvious bumps in her shirt that I was sure hadn’t been visible earlier. When she was done, she smiled and wished us an enjoyable meal before taking her leave. My eyes followed her as she walked away and I found the view of her curvy bottom encased in in the tight skirt enchanting.

My dirty thoughts of what she would look like naked were interrupted by mum saying “Um, that looks tasty!”

I spun around to find her looking at the plate of food and not Janet’s bottom, despite this I was pretty sure her double entendre had been no accident. This was confirmed when she caught my eye and winked “Janet’s a very pretty girl.”

I blushed and nodded without replying. Dad joined us and we started eating. My burger was delicious and I wolfed it down in record time and then lay back to enjoy my drink. I’d totally forgotten about my erection until dad laughed and said “Wow, I must try the burger next time!”

I laughed and felt so comfortable with my exposure that I made my cock bob about by clenching my pelvic muscles. Mum almost chocked on her food as she laughed while eating and dad quickly handed her a glass of water. She drank rapidly and some of it dripped down her chin and onto her chest. I watched as the drops of water trickled down over the slight bump of her breast and then onto her nipple, tantalisingly hanging there for a moment before falling to her lap.

Dad had been watching the same thing and I held my breath as he leaned over and licked mum’s nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Mum moaned and turned towards him, placing her hand on his head then breathlessly saying “Oh Philip!”

My penis throbbed and released some pre-cum as my parents got more and more intimate in my presence. After a few more sucks, dad pulled back drawing the breast out before he slowly let the engorged nub slip from between his lips. As her breast sprang back I was stunned to see her nipple was now bright red and almost twice the size of the other one. My mouth watered at the sight and I licked my lips wondering if I’d get the opportunity to do the same.

Mum’s face and chest were flushed as she playfully punched dad’s arm “You’re terrible Philip! Now I’m all hot and bothered like Jack!”

We all laughed again and I stretched, enjoying the feeling of absolute freedom. I never could have imagined I’d be so comfortable being naked around my parents and I already knew for a fact that this was a life changing holiday that could only get better. Mum and dad continued eating but they were definitely both acting frisky. There was a lot of touching, feeding each other and kissing and I was pretty sure both of them were getting very aroused. I enjoyed watching them and had to resist the urge to touch myself.

My suspicions were confirmed when they both stood. Dad had a raging boner and both mum’s nipples were erect and her smooth pussy lips looked engorged and moist. “You’ve got to excuse us Jack” said dad, taking mum’s hand and pulling her towards the room. Mum giggled and said “You can watch if you like!”

I was in shock at her suggestion but quickly stood and followed them. Mum was already lying on her back with dad’s face between her legs. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and sat on the edge of my bed staring at them. Mum smiled at me but then closed and eyes and groaned in ecstasy. This was too much for me and I reached for my penis taking some of the liquid dripping from its tip and spreading it over my shaft.

Mum was now moaning continuously and wrapped her legs around dad’s back. She took hold of her nipples and pinched and pulled on them as her body shook. I started stroking in earnest and watched as she got closer and closer to her first peak, letting my cock go as it hit her. She screamed loudly and flopped about on the bed before collapsing and panting. Her legs unclasped and fell to the bed as she still shuddered with some aftershocks. Dad lifted his fluid soaked face from her crotch and sat back with his hard cock protruding before him.

Without acknowledging my presence, he took hold of mum’s spread legs and lifted them onto his shoulders as he shuffled forwards. I looked closely belek escort as the tip of his penis made first contact with mum’s pussy. This was it, I was about to witness real sex! Some people may be put off at the thought of seeing their parents make love but not me. It was such a privilege to be allowed to observe the two people in the world that meant the most to me, sharing their love for each other.

Mum’s hand slid forwards and took hold of dad’s cock. She dipped it into her pink opening a few times, collecting some of her fluids, and then rubbed it over the small bump that I recognized as her clitoris. She moaned as she moved it back and forth making the small protrusion appear and disappear. It soon became too much for both of them and dad grunted as he pulled back slightly. Mum responded by moving his cock back to her leaking entrance and releasing it when it was snugly embedded.

I felt mum’s eyes on me as dad pushed forwards but I couldn’t look away from the sight of his thick shaft slowly disappearing within her. My hand resumed pleasuring my own penis as I imagined what it would feel like to penetrate a woman in this way. When dad was all the way in he paused and glanced at me smiling as he saw me stroking myself.

He turned back to mum and pulled out before thrusting in again. I could hear the slap of skin on skin and wet squishing sounds as he repeated this action over and over. Mum started making a kind of growling, purring sound that I’d never heard before. I was extremely erotic and my hand froze, squeezing my shaft tightly as I tried to avoid coming. The volume of the sounds increased as dad raised the tempo of his thrusts. My own crisis averted, I joined in and matched his rhythm as I pumped my own cock. I could tell from their actions that it wouldn’t be long and was proved correct as dad literally began bouncing up and down on mum in an uncontrolled frenzy.

Mum screamed loudly as her second orgasm hit and it was followed by the loud grunting of dad as he froze. His hips twitched as he unleashed his load deep within her. I felt my own orgasm approaching rapidly and jumped to my feet, releasing my cock just as it began to erupt. Considering I’d only come a short while earlier I was surprised by the volume and ferocity of my ejaculation. My cock bobbed up and down as it fired each volley of sperm across the floor between our beds with some even hitting my parents.

My penis remained hard as the last drops oozed out. This had been the greatest orgasm of my life and I stared in wonder as my dad pulled himself off mum. His flagging penis emerged bit by bit, coated in thick white juices and by the time his tip plopped out it was covered by his foreskin and followed by a river of semen. Mum’s pussy remained dilated and looked beautiful, I wanted nothing more than to plunge my face or penis into it but dad beat me to it. I watched with envy as his tongue stretched out, licking from the bottom to the top. Mum gasped and her eyes flew open when she felt his touch.

She started at dad and then looked at me with glassy eyes before they focused on my still erect penis. With a lazy smile on her face, she reached out towards me. I was too far away so I moved closer and once in range her hand grasped my sensitive cock. “Oh…” I gasped as I felt the first touch other than my own. It felt so different and so much better! When she collected some of the still dripping semen and massaged it over the tip I groaned loudly, causing dad to look up.

For a moment I thought he’d be angry seeing his wife touching his son in this way but he smiled and went back to work on mum with renewed vigour, keeping one eye on action. He must have done something right as mum squeezed my cock tightly and moaned “Oh, yes, Philip! Right there!”

She closed her eyes and her body shook in ecstasy. She looked so beautiful and I knew I would never tire of seeing her orgasm, I just wished I could be able to give her such pleasure someday. Her hand released me and she looked totally sated as she lay spread-eagled on the bed. Dad disengaged and looked at me with a grin on his wet face as he licked his lips. He crawled up next to mum and gave her a peck on the cheek before lying down beside her.

I stood looking at my parents as they lay before me and couldn’t get over the love and attraction I felt for them. It was such a privilege to have shared this moment and hoped I could be part of their love making again in the future. Mum smiled at me and shuffled closer to dad, patting the space on the bed next to her “Come and lie down Jack.”

I smiled and did as she asked. Once I was stretched out next to her she rolled onto her side and I felt a nipple touch my arm. She stroked my hair and said “Are you OK?”

I nodded “It was amazing!”

Both of them laughed and dad asked “Have you ever seen anyone make love before?”

“Only on the internet, this is totally different.”

“Better I hope!” said mum.

“Much better, I can’t believe it!”

Mum gave me a kiss on my cheek and draped one leg kepez escort over mine, her thigh bumped against my erection and I could feel her wet pussy on my leg as she said “You’re still so hard, didn’t you come?”

“I did but it was so exciting watching you I didn’t go soft!”

“Can I help you?”

I swallowed and nodded in agreement.

Her hand moved from my head to my cock and she took hold of it and began to gently stroke up and down. “It feels different to yours Philip, the skin is somehow tighter.”

Dad’s head popped up over her shoulder observing her action with interest. He moved a hand onto her hip and slid closer.

I gasped as mum’s fingers moved over my sensitive and rather dry glans. Mum looked at me and said “Sorry, I think you need some lubrication!”

I was expecting her to stop but to my delight she leaned forwards and took the tip of my penis into her mouth. “Ahhhh” I groaned as her tongue lathed across my glans coating it with saliva. When she was done she lay down beside me again and resumed stroking my now slippery penis. Her technique was different to my own but I could tell she knew what she was doing. It wasn’t long before I was panting and thrusting up with my hips. Mum’s timing was impeccable and she squeezed my shaft tightly just as I climaxed. I could feel my penis throb as my third load of the day was shot through the compressed tubes high into the air.

I’d never ejaculated with such force before and it even seemed to impress my parents as both of them said “Wow!” simultaneously. The white fluid shot almost a metre into the air, hung there for a second and then relented to gravity and rained down over my belly, crotch and legs. The next shot was equally impressive with the third only oozing over mum’s hand. She relaxed her grip and my organ slowly tipped over as it began to soften. I watched as mum moved her hand to her mouth and carefully licked every drop of my semen from it. “Ummm, it tastes just like yours Philip, just a bit sweeter.”

I was even more surprised when her hand returned and her fingers scooped some more off my belly and then offered it to dad. He didn’t hesitate and sucked her fingers before saying “You’re right, it tastes really good.”

“How about we shower together and then go for a look around?” said Mum.

Dad and I were in agreement and we got off the bed together. Mum took my hand and then dads and pulled us into the bathroom. The large shower had plenty of space for all three of us. Mum started off washing me and it felt great having her rub shower gel all over me taking special care to wash my penis and even between my ass cheeks. When she was done I helped dad soap her up. He did her back and I took care of her front. It was the first opportunity I had to actually touch her properly and I loved the feeling of her soft slick skin beneath my fingers. I could tell she was enjoying it almost as much as I was, especially when I played with her nipples and between her legs.

Of course my penis recovered and was fully erect again when the shower was over, dad laughed “Ah, the joy of youth, those were the days!”

We dried each other and then went outside to pack up the room service trolley. Even though it was performed naked with my parents, the mundane task made my erection fade and it was barely noticeable under my robe. After putting on hats and sun glasses we were good to go. We left the trolley outside our door and then headed for the lifts. I was nervous but excited at the same time as I realised I was soon to be naked amongst strangers. After having just experienced such intimacy with my parents this should be a walk in the park (excuse the pun!) and I was confident I could handle it.

My heartrate increased as we stepped out of the lift one level below the lobby. My parents led the way to a changing area with lockers operated using our room card. They quickly removed their robes and hung them up. “Come on son, time to get naked!” said dad as he waited for me to hand him my robe. I took a deep breath and removed my only covering. It felt strange standing in a semi-public place naked and I looked around nervously as dad grabbed some towels. Mum put her hand on my shoulder and said “Relax Jack, I promise you’ll enjoy this!”

I nodded and she asked “Do you want to visit the pool first or head for the beach?”

Thinking back to the photos I’d taken earlier of the pool, and the number of people I’d seen there, I opted for the beach thinking it would be less crowded. Mum took dad and me by the hand as we walked out of the building into the bright sunshine. We followed the signage to the beach and after about a minute encountered the first other guests. Mum squeezed my hand and whispered “Just relax” as they came closer.

With sunglasses hiding my eyes I was free to look closely. There were five of them walking towards the hotel and they seemed to be together. In the lead was a couple that looked to be in their fifties. The man was balding and rather overweight with a large patch of greying pubic hair above a rather small uncut penis and equally hairy, loosely dangling balls. His partner was more pleasant to look at. Her large breasts swung slightly as she walked and were topped by surprisingly small nipples. Between her legs she was hairless and her pussy was just a crack with no visible lips. Judging by their seamless tans and confident walk they were seasoned nudists.

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I am a 38 year old male in good shape and average looks. Recently I and a 38-year-old female co-worker (Noreen) were sent to White Plains on business. Noreen is above average as far as looks are concerned. She has a nice shape and a pretty face. We have worked together for the past 8 years and in the last year and a half have had to work much closer, sometimes well into the evening. I have developed quite an attraction to her. Unfortunately, as far as this is concerned, I have been married for ten years and Noreen has been involved with a man for about 16 years. I have no interest in leaving my wife but that doesn’t make the attraction any the less.

Anyway, we flew to White Plains and arrived at our work place late afternoon. The dress was determined to be ultra casual so both of us were wearing shorts (gym shorts, the short kind) and T-shirts. Our work kept us busy until 4:00am when we drove to our Hotel (I had rented a car).

Naturally we had separate rooms but luckily they were both on the fourth floor. Hers was down the hall to the right of the elevator and mine was around the corner to the left.

When I got to my room I couldn’t sleep, partly because of still being worked up from the job we had just finished, and partly because of muratpaşa escort the fact that I knew Noreen was getting ready for bed only 40-50 feet down the hall.

I turned on the TV and found that they offered adult movies, you know the type, softcore, you don’t see anything but you know what they’re doing. I stripped for bed; I never wear anything, and chose one to watch.

Something else I need to add, I have recently found a site NUDE-IN-PUBLIC.COM which contains pictures of women posing in public completely nude. We’re not talking about flashers, these girls drive into gas stations, fill up their cars and pay inside, all nude, go to discos, parks, alongside roads, etc, all wearing only their birthday suits. It’s been quite a turn-on.

So here I sat watching these people on the TV naked and happy and I decided I would do something I have wanted to for along time. I grabbed my room key, still totally naked, and walked out the door and down the hall. My heart was pounding because I didn’t want to get caught by either Hotel personnel or any of the others of my co-workers that had come down at different times and could show up back at the Hotel at anytime.

Since my room was at antalya anal yapan escort one end of the floor, I didn’t have much choice on which way to go so I started walking towards the elevator. I had just gotten past it when the elevator bell sounded signaling that it was arriving on my floor. I knew that there was no way for me to get past it and back to my room in time so I looked for a place to hide. Lucky for me, right next to the elevator was a small room with both an ice and soda machine. I ducked around the soda machine and waited.

Shortly the elevator door opened and a couple got off. I thought my luck was going great when I heard them take a left down the hall towards my room, away from where I was hiding. Since I had to wait for them to get to their room before I could return, I continued down the hall away from them and towards Noreen’s room. My heart was now pounding out of my chest. I got a ways down the hall when I heard someone coming down the hall around the corner. I was trapped. There was no way I could get back to the vending machine so I ran to Norene’s room and knocked quickly on the door. It seemed like forever before she asked who it was through the closed antalya merkez escort door. Just then a man came around the corner and stopped when he saw me standing there nude. I told Noreen it was me and I needed help fast. She opened the door and I pushed past quickly and closed the door.

Image her surprise when she realized I was naked. She covered her eyes, turned around and asked me if I was crazy. I had to explain what I was doing and why. While I was explaining she turned back around to face me. I was surprised. I was disappointed to see that she was wearing a T-shirt to sleep in but thought she looked lovely with that freshly woken look on her face.

After I had finished my explanation and assured her I was not there to attack her, I asked if we could just forget about this and not tell anyone. She said no problem since it would be hard for her to fully explain her allowing me into her room at that hour.

Then I got a brainstorm. I asked that since she was seeing me naked, if she would be willing to return the favor. She first looked at me and smiled and I thought my wish might come true but then she said “Nice try” and asked me to leave.

I opened the door and looked out and the coast was clear so I said Good Night and walked back to my room with no more problems.

Naturally I couldn’t get to sleep thinking about everything that had happened and ‘not’ happened that I sort of wish had.

That wasn’t the first time I have gone nude in public, not the first time that I have been seen, but it was the first time I was seen by not only someone I know but someone I work with every day.

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I suppose my ambition ever since school days was to see my teacher, Miss Peters, Miss Julia Peters, nude. As young schoolboys, we all had a crush on Miss Peters; she habitually wore short dresses and temptingly sat on the front edge of her desk, long tanned legs crossed. She thought we were hanging on her every word, in truth, we were just trying get a glimpse of her knickers as she crossed and uncrossed her legs rewarded with the occasional flash of white and the very rare glimpse of black. Tommy swore he saw blue ones one time, he was prone to bragging, none of us believed him.

I blame Miss Peters for my onset of voyeurism, I spent many years trying to catch girls flashing their knickers or undressing. All good things come to an end and mine came when I was caught peeping through a hole into the girls changing room, I was getting an eyeful of Vicky stripping off when the school caretaker caught me, viciously twisting my ear as he marched me off to the Headmistresses Office. She suspended me. Personally, I wouldn’t have minded bending over and receiving my punishment, Mrs Saunders was quite sexy, for an older woman, no way in Miss Peter’s league but I’m sure a few whacks would have given me a stiffy.

For a few long weeks, our small town was famous for two things, me – the peeping tom -and the annual Pageant. Word spread like wild fire about me and the peeping hole, none of the girls would talk to me, I became ostracised by virtually everyone in the town and moved away just as soon as I could.

Our town on the Welsh borders had a great community spirit bonded by a tradition passed down from before the Middle Ages; the bi-annual pageant, resurrected in an upsweep of all things Celtic by my Mother and ably assisted by the sensual Miss Peters, commemorated the slaughter of twelve hundred monks from the monastery at nearby Bangor-in-Coed, in the opinion of Æthelfrith, King of Northumbria, they were supporting the wrong side. Over the last two decades, the Pageant had become an almost national event covered by media and bringing numerous tourists to view the procession and visit the ruins of the monastery. Mum, by the time I left school, had effectively handed the organisation over to Miss Peters and was complaining to me during our weekly telephone conversation about how the cost of staging the Pageant had spiralled out of control; I was only half listening, my eyes caught by a small item in the newspaper, National Nude Day had taken place yesterday. Mum was saying how she didn’t know how Miss Peters would raise the money to stage the next Pageant.

It is funny how ideas creep up on you. I didn’t link the two events immediately, but something lodged in my brain and fermented slowly until one night I woke in the dark suddenly completely aware of how I would get to see Miss Peters in the nude; and not just her, but every snotty girl who called me a pervert and shunned me after the peeping episode.

I work as a photographer’s assistant; well what did you expect, this way I get to see more nudes and believe me, I have seen a few. Life is grand, though I hanker to see Miss Peters in the flesh and Vicky, and Katie, and that little blonde honey Susan Miles who married that prick Tommy – God alone knows what she saw in him; I had a strategy, I just had to play it out and hope I could pull it off.

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Some months later.

“Molly? It’s Julia, Julia Peters.”

“Hello Julia, how are you?”

“I’m fine. Look, I’ve received a strange letter, can I call round later, and I’d like to see what you make of it.”

“Of course you can dear, I’ll expect you after school.”

Julia spent the day teaching with her mind dwelling on the letter she had received, she knew of Spencer Turnik, admired his work in a perverse sort of way. She saw nothing pornographic in the naked human body, in all its multitude of forms. In fact, the idea of staging the Pageant naked appealed to the sensual side of her nature and she felt a small tingle between her thighs she would have liked to attend to, had she not been facing a class. The promise of money would solve a multitude of problems and ensure the continuity of the Pageant proper for the next decade. The problem would be how to ‘sell’ the idea to the town.

She arrived at Molly’s and walked around to the back where she knew she would find Molly in the garden.

“Hello Molly. The garden looks wonderful.”

“Hello Julia dear. Yes, it’s looking lovely at this time of the year.” Molly straightened from where she was weeding a bed of border plants and stood to face Julia. She was wearing a bikini and, at what must be close to fifty years old, she looked very trim.

“Well, you look quite lovely yourself! Getting a top up on the sun tan?”

Julia’s mind flashed an image of pulling Molly’s bikini pants down and burying herself in her muff. She had kept her sexual inclinations well hidden and dated just enough men for the town antalya sınırsız escort not to suspect her true desires. Now past her mid-thirties she knew just what she would like to do with Molly, given the opportunity. She heard herself thinking ‘If I can pull this off, I’ll see just what Molly’s hiding in there.’

Molly blushed, “Well, make the most of the sunshine, we get little enough. What do you want to talk about dear?”

“I received this letter this morning, the long and short of it is a famous photographer wants to pay us a large sum of money for the rights to photograph the Pageant.”

“Oh Julia. I am so happy for you dear. That is just what you need. How much is he prepared to pay?”

“Twenty thousand pounds.”

“My gosh. It is an awful lot of money; the Pageant will be solvent for years. Well done Julia, I’m so proud of you.”

“I didn’t do anything Molly, the letter arrived out of the blue; but there is a catch to it.”

“Yes, well there was bound to be for that amount of money. What does he want you to do, dance naked for him?”

Julia laughed, “You don’t know how close that is. He is Spencer Tunick, he specialises in photographing groups of nude people. He wants us to stage the Pageant with everyone naked.”

“Oh my.”

“Molly, he is a perfectly respectable photographer. Internationally famous, it wouldn’t be sordid or rude. And the money, I don’t need to tell you how important the money would be.”

“I’m not sure my Robert will want his little dinkle on public view; though personally, I feel as if I have been training for this for years. It’s like the calendar thing the Women’s Institute did. How exciting.”

You don’t know just how exciting, Julia thought, there is many a woman in this town I would enjoy feasting my eyes upon, if I can only persuade them, it will keep me on a high for months.

“Mr Tunick is proposing we do this as a purely private event on National Nude Day, he say’s that will make it easier for people to participate. What do you think Molly, should we arrange for the committee to meet?”

“Yes, we should certainly discuss the proposal, the money alone will get people thinking. What does he plan to do with the photographs?”

“He says the photographs will form part of an exhibition of his work to be shown in a gallery in the autumn. I have a whole list here of other projects, including one at the Saatchi Gallery opening in 2003. Here, he sent some photographs of other events, very tasteful, nothing improper.”

Julia handed a sheath of photographs to Molly and watched her eyes crinkle with interest as she leafed through the glossy black and white pictures.

“Oh these are very nice Julia, he captures the shapes of bodies beautifully, very artistic.”

Julia shrieked inwardly at Molly’s ineptitude. These were not ‘nice’ or ‘artistic’, but sensual exotic images expressing the sinuous curves of buttocks and breasts, just a tuft of pubic hair or a smooth cleft curving inward, here and there a flaccid prick looking for all the world like a worm the Robin had pulled up, penises were lost on Julia who feasted on plumb breasts, puckered nipples and round arses. She actually wanted to get home and relieve some of the tension that had been building all day; pity Molly couldn’t help her, though I can always hope, she thought.

“I don’t think anyone could object really, it is an art project and as you say Molly, very tasteful.” Just as I am sure you would be if you gave me half the chance, she told herself.

“It’s a good job my Bobby isn’t around, after the dreadful Peeping Tom business, we must make sure not a word of this leaks outside of the town. If Booby were to turn up, I would be mortified. I’ll phone around the committee members dear, and arrange a meeting, we can hold it here.”

“Thank you Molly, I knew you would see this idea for what it is.”

“Oh believe me Julia, I’m really excited about this, it is a pity it is not National Nude Day today, we could practice, I’m at least halfway naked already.”

Julia noted the twinkle in Molly’s eyes and wondered if she was being teased or led-on suspecting Molly, with whom she had spent a very great deal of time, was aware of her proclivities. As much as she felt an urge to explore this possible invitation Julia wanted the nude Pageant more and chose discretion over desire knowing middle aged housewife Molly would be crucial in winning round the opinions of the townsfolk. If she wants to explore, there will be plenty of time, and excitement, later.

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Mum thinks I work in a restaurant, I didn’t want her worrying about me working in a photographic studio, she would have imagined the worst, and been absolutely right. I always arrived at work before Chris, the photographer, and anyone else. Everyone assumed I was hard working, really, it gave me a chance to toss off to some of my favourite pics; it had become a morning ritual.

Being at work early, I dealt with the mail and anxiously scanned each day’s delivery for ‘the letter’. About two weeks döşemealtı escort after I wrote to Miss Peters, I received the reply I had been praying for. In principle the committee had agreed to Tunick’s request, little did they know Tunick was completely unaware, our office had represented itself as his London Agent, now all I had to do was bring the others into the scheme.

Chris who owned the business was easy to persuade, a few years older than me and gifted with a camera in his hands, he caught on to the idea. Thought it would be a great gig with some possible fringe benefits, fanny fringe I think he had in mind; I have lost count of the number of women he has bedded. His only concern was the legal implications, he had a mate, a lawyer, and said he would speak to him, get some ideas.

I spent a couple of anxious weeks waiting for Chris to sort out how to proceed; his lawyer mate drafted a waiver letter every participant in the nude Pageant had to sign. It was a masterful piece of writing making Chris’s business the legal entity, once the participants signed up the photos could be used for exhibition and promotion purposes. Now Chris had to visit the town, meet with the committee and push the project forward.

I wrote another letter to Miss Peters on Chris’s behalf requesting a meeting and bit my nails to the bone waiting for a reply. Eventually her reply came suggesting a meeting on a Sunday twelve days away. Time was getting tight now, less than two months to National Nude Day and I briefed Chris on who he was likely to meet. He started to get fully involved in the project taking a professional interest, studying Tunick’s work to develop ideas and plans so he could convince the meeting of the seriousness of the project. On the appointed day, I went with Chris to a nearby town where he left me and drove on for the meeting. The next four hours were the longest of my life.

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Julia and Molly had worked hard on convincing the committee to stage the nude Pageant, an anticipation hung over the town as the day approached to meet with Chris, the frisson almost palatable, none more so than in Julia who had taken to studying the women in the town with added interest and though her thoughts always returned to Molly, she allowed her mind to explore the endless possibilities around her. Julia was surprised by the many volunteers for the nude Pageant many of them former students; should could not help but wander her eyes across torsos, breasts and bums as she met them in the street, seeing the excitement in their eyes, feeling the tingling in her groin, her orgasms had become tremulous affairs brought on by a fear the arrangement may collapse. Molly didn’t help, she had taken to becoming almost sluttish around Julia one day wearing nothing but a skimpy housecoat when Julia called to see her not bothering to cover herself and fully aware of the discomfort she settled on Julia. The pair reached an unspoken understanding there would be an encounter, when all this was settled.

On the Saturday Julia called at Molly’s house to go through the list of points to be raised at the meeting. Molly let her into the house just wearing a black bra and skimpy panties.

“I’m sorry dear, you arrived before I was dressed. Are you feeling ok?” She said as she led Julia into the sitting room.

Julia, already on an erotic high almost went over the edge as she followed Molly’s cute silk clad bottom into the house and involuntarily rubbed the back of her hand across her pubis.

“Oh Molly, you are so beautiful!” she spluttered, unable to control her words.

“Well I try to keep fit and firm. The truth is I’ve never felt so sexy, it’s this nude business of course but I think I’d like to try other things, I’m not sure I have the courage.”

She looked intently at Julia as she said this, making sure she had her attention. She saw Julia rubbing the edge of the folder she was holding across her fanny, not sure Julia realised she was doing it.

“If you need to do something about that ‘itch’ don’t mind me, in fact I’d quite like to watch. I’d like to play with you, but I think I’ll just watch this time.”

Julia was already raising the hem of her skirt and leant back into the sofa, skirt hitched, legs spread. She didn’t speak, just watched Molly’s eyes watching her fingers moving in and out of her pussy squelching with each thrust. It didn’t take long; she wanted to cum so badly and rocked her head back as the orgasm took her.

Molly licked her lips, “Wait there dear, I’ll fetch some tissues.”

Julia sat with her fingers cupping her slit hoping she wasn’t dripping on the sofa. Molly knelt in front of her with a hand full of tissues and gently started to wipe through the crack of her bottom up to Julia’s lips. Julia moved her hand away and opened herself to Molly’s ministrations taking tissues from the box to clean her fingers. Molly focused on what she was doing fingering Julia’s puffed up lips through the tissue, wiping away the moisture.

“Smell’s nice. Maybe next time you will let me do it.” Molly said.

“That konyaaltı escort would be nice, when?”

“After the Pageant, Roberts going to be away on business. Maybe you could visit for the weekend.”

“I’d like that. I didn’t know you felt like this.”

“I wasn’t sure myself until just now. I’ve been thinking about you a lot, I’d like to know if I want a female lover, Lord knows I need sex and I’m fed up with Robert, no imagination. He thinks sex is something he has to do on a Sunday morning, just before he washes the car.”

They did eventually get around to discussing the next days meeting.

The meeting started at 11.00 o’clock. Seventy-two people willing to participate, roughly two thirds female. Ages ranged from nineteen to sixty-seven. If Bobby had been in the hall, he would have been delighted to see Vicky, Katie, and Susan willing to display their charms. Chris took a couple of pictures of the assembled crowd for reference and distributed the waiver forms for everyone to sign. He also handed over a cheque for ten percent of the fee, an advance he had obtained from a newspaper. The atmosphere was one of excitement and apprehension; there was no doubting the enthusiasm for the project.

Julia who had spoken to Chris on his mobile over the previous three days had agreed to take him out to the monastery ruins where the nude pageant would take place, so he could view camera angles. He had passed himself off as Tunick’s London assistant; he would be responsible for directing most of the photo shoot.

Chris’s ability with the camera was in no small part due to his natural ability to put women at ease. Not particularly handsome, his lean and rugged countenance exuded confidence. He never lacked for sexual partners; meeting so many women in the course of his work, he took risks, liberties others stepped back from and charmed his way into their underwear with camera or cock in hand.

Out at the monastery site he turned his full attention to wooing Julia firstly by acting the consummate professional intent of seeking camera angles playing the part to the full. After photographing the ruins from every angle, he turned his camera on Julia taking a few quick shots of her leaning crumbled masonry.

“Hey what are you doing?” she asked, really quite pleased he had finally turned his camera on her.

“Fancy undoing a few buttons for me.”

“No!” she laughed, tempted by the idea.

“Come on. I’ll be seeing you starkers in a few weeks, just undo your shirt buttons.”

Within fifteen minutes, Julia was naked sprawled in the lush grass and stones. The coolness of the grass against he back and the photographer at her front excited her more than she cared, it was an age since she had a prick inside her. It was tempting.

“Squeeze your breasts together Julia, pretend you want me, yeh that’s it you look really sexy. Open your legs a little. Oh, looks a little damp. Excited?”

About thirty seconds later he was in her, grinding her backside into the grass while she gasped and pulled at his hair trying to work him further into her. He felt her cunt tighten around his prick and the old familiar sensation as he pumped into her while she breathed is short sharp pants. He slowly collapsed onto her licking at her nipples feeling spasms of excitement run through to her cunt.

“Fuck me again, slower this time. It has been an age since a man fucked me.”

“I can’t believe that, you’re gorgeous.”

“I prefer women, but you’ll do for today. Now fuck me again, show me what a man can do.”

This was all Chris needed to hear to get him fully erect again and he set about bringing Julia to a slow climax; he loved a challenge and determined to put on a show, just the notion she was ‘bi’ made him horny. Twice her brought just to the edge easing back, teasing, until she fastened her legs around him and pulled him deep into her rocking her hips off the grass to meet his thrusts. Exhausted she lay back, Chris beside her, feeling their juices seep out down across her bottom, content to enjoy the sensation.

“Got any tissues?” she asked.

“Yeh, a camera man always has tissues, got to keep the lenses clean.”

“Well clean me up, a girl likes to be cleaned afterwards.”

Julia loved to have her cunt touched, looked at. She insisted with all her girlfriends they clean her afterwards, just as Molly had done.

She spread herself to his touch and gaze blissfully aware of his fingers investigating just as much as cleaning, enjoying his close inspection.

“You seen enough?”

“I’m just getting started.”

Good, she thought, and gently pushed his head lower so he would know what was required.

She watched swallows swooping over the stones against the clear blue sky running her fingers through his hair trying not to think of his tongue probing, lips nibbling wanting to enjoy the rough texture of his beard against her skin whilst his mouth worked on her. Chris enjoyed going down on women, loved the sweet salty taste and the texture of juice-laden flesh. His hands went under her bottom, cold and damp from the grass, raising her cunt to his mouth and a finger found passage to her anus rubbing across the ring still slick and wet. She started to push at his mouth wanting him to eat her delighting in his strong tongue lashing across her cunt up to her clit and she came again for the third time, always stronger this way, male or female, she didn’t really care whose mouth fucked her.

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Over 21, the words were stamped in red ink across the back of my hand for everyone to see. Branded, I was. I shuffled along with the rest of the herd until I caught Traci’s eye and what began as smiles, evolved into full fledged giggles for both of us. We held up our hands and interlaced our fingers, sealing in our sisterly bonds with the still wet red ink. Yes, we were over 21 years of age but we still had what it took to turn a man’s (and woman’s) head. After the hulk of a bouncer took our money and stamped our hands we made our way deeper into the club.

It took a while for my eyes to adjust to the darkness of the club. Smoke hung heavily in the air as our gaze swept over this den of debauchery. It was 11:00 pm; the more experienced dancers were just making their way to the stages. I have to admit, this was all Traci’s idea. After all, tonight was her 30th birthday and we were determined to have some fun. The past year had been hard for my best friend; she was going through a painful divorce and turning 30 so I wanted to make this evening special, one that we’d never forget.

Traci and I had been to so-called “gentlemen’s clubs” before, watching the beautiful women undulate and seduce with their raw sexuality disguised by smooth gracefulness. The club we’d chosen this evening was very upscale and catered to mostly affluent businessmen and a few couples. There was always the usual assortment of bachelor parties and the rowdy crowd that went along with them but for the most part, the clientele was rather subdued. This evening seemed different though, there was electricity sparking in the air although at the time I didn’t know why.

At Diamond’s there are five circular stages; each elevated about four feet in the air. Each stage had about fifteen chairs set up around it. Trancelike music surrounded us as soon as we sat down at the biggest stage in the center of the club. The beat throbbed and pulsed as women in various forms of dress and undress slithered and pawed their way across the stages.

“Hey look,” Traci said as she nudged me and pointed toward a large poster on the wall, “it’s National Nude Day; they’re having an amateur striptease contest to celebrate.” I could tell by the gleam in her eye and flushed cheeks that she was intrigued.

“No way, there’s no way you’re going to get me up there.” I whispered back into her ear as a new dancer took to our stage.

The dancer at our stage was a dark-haired goddess named Autumn. She was dressed as a little school girl complete with a red plaid miniskirt and cropped white t-shirt. She wore white knee socks with her 6-inch platform stiletto heels. Her long, soft, chestnut brown hair was pulled up into two ponytails which completed the look perfectly. She worked the stage going from person to person, meeting their gaze intensely as if she were on the prowl. The smoke in the room swirled obscenely around her body, as if each tendril were fingers caressing her.

I noticed Traci uncross her legs and lean back, she looked incredible tonight. At 5’9″ the short skirt she’d worn only accented her already extremely long tan legs. Her short blonde hair was spiked and there was an aura of confidence about her. She was a tattooed and pierced edgy woman but I also knew the sensual, introspective side of her that most people never got to see. We’d been friends since college and had seen each other through good times and bad. It was refreshing to see her so radiant and sexy tonight.

I was distracted from my thoughts by the sound of Autumn’s stiletto heels clicking past us. The techno music pounded overhead and a coy little smile appeared on Autumn’s pouty pink lips as she would entice a customer to stand and be subjected to her whims. Traci and I watched spellbound while she asked a big burly man to stand up. The beat of the music shook the room as she slinked down onto all fours in front of the man. She flipped up the back of her flirty little skirt and backed up to him. Through her silky g-string panties her warm pussy was pressed hard against the noticeable bulge in his pants. She arched her back and began bucking and flailing her pony tails like a bitch in heat while bouncing so hard against his cock that he temporarily lost his balance and stumbled backward.

Of course, all the men at the table loved seeing this sexy little waif of a woman cause the huge bear of a man to lose his balance, along with his self control. She may have looked like a lamb but there was no doubt that she fucked like a lioness. Just then, she pushed up and stood. Her back to the man, she bent over slowly at the waist as she slid her schoolgirl skirt down over her sexy, toned thighs. Her tight ass was near his face and I could see the perspiration forming on his upper lip. He reached out and ran his hand over her warm skin. From where I was seated I could see her eyes flutter slightly as she ran her hands up under the tight white little t-shirt, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. Was she getting turned on? I couldn’t help aksu escort but wonder to myself. I sat transfixed, watching her seduce this man. I wasn’t sure if she was getting turned on but the warm wet sensation between my legs left little doubt that I was.

“Thanks for being such a good sport, you’re a sweetheart.” She said to Mr. Bear with her breathless sexy voice, as he wiped the sweat from his lip with the cuff of his perfectly starched white dress shirt. He roughly shoved a wad of dollar bills into the sides of her g-string with his sweaty, sausage-like fingers.

As the song ended and another began, Autumn turned and swiftly pulled the money out from her g-string, tossing it into the middle of the stage atop the already mountainous pile of bills she had acquired.

The beat began again and I inhaled deeply as she turned to me. She sauntered my way and I noticed how truly beautiful she was. Those girlish pony tails framed a lovely face with large dark expressive eyes. Glistening with perspiration her breasts were not large but very natural looking with perky pink nipples jutting upward. She had the toned athletic legs of a dancer and I could tell that she knew how to turn on the charm. She slithered down onto all fours again and began crawling toward me. I could feel my face flush as I felt the gaze of so many people staring at us. It was strangely exciting and erotic for me.

She crawled over to me like a cat; I could smell her intoxicating perfume wafting around us as she narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. Her face was just inches away from mine as she began nuzzling her cheek against mine. The vixen purred into my ear, “You’re so sexy; I wish you’d dance with me.”

“I just couldn’t, I’d be too embarrassed.” I stammered back.

“Don’t you want to join me, up here, elevated from the rest of the world?” She taunted.

I had to admit, the thought of all those people watching me was very exciting indeed. I’ve always had an equal appreciation of both exhibitionism and voyeurism.

“You and your friend are so sexy together; you should enter the National Nude Day contest.” She continued trying to entice us.

Being the adventurous type, Traci was all for it. She begged and pleaded with me to join her but I just agreed to offer my cheers and whistles tucked safely in the shadows.

“Why don’t you two meet me outside the door marked ‘Dreamgirls’ when my shift is finished in 10 minutes, I’ve got something to show you.” She said with a wink.

Ten minutes later we were standing outside the Dreamgirls door when suddenly Autumn breezed over to us. “Come with me.” She said while holding the door open.

I couldn’t believe my eyes when we entered, there were unbelievably sexy women sitting around fixing makeup, spraying and teasing hair, putting on costumes and reapplying lotions and perfumes. “Hey Autumn, I see you found some contestants for the National Nude Day Contest.” A busty blonde with a raspy voice called out to our newfound friend. “Yes, I’m going to give them a few pointers.” Autumn said as she giggled and winked at us again.

She turned to Traci first and gave her a long look from head to toe, “Come here hon, you’re quite a bit taller than me but I think I’ve got just the right costume for you.”

I couldn’t believe this wonderful woman was going to actually share her costumes with Traci but I suspected that the contest wasn’t getting too many contestants so she was only trying to make the evening more profitable for the club. Whatever her motivation, I knew Traci was having a fun time and that’s all that mattered to me. Autumn took Traci’s hand and pulled her toward a back room.

“Are you ready Jessica?” Autumn yelled to me when Traci was almost dressed and ready to make her grand entrance.

Traci came around the corner and I gasped. She was wearing a tiny red, white, and blue bikini with thong bottoms and only two gold stars held together by skimpy strings covering her very large breasts. Every step she took made those breasts jiggle and strain harder to get out. She’d even changed into some of Autumn’s shoes and was now towering over all of us. She looked hotter than a firecracker on the fourth of July.

“Hey Jessica, why don’t you let Autumn pick something out for you,” Traci pleaded, “just for fun.”

After seeing Traci’s miraculous makeover I couldn’t resist the temptation. “Okay, but only for fun.” I replied.

Autumn once again disappeared to the back costume area with a devilish grin on her face. I heard her emerging from the costume area before I actually saw her. What was that sound? Was it leather, rubber, maybe vinyl? She draped a sexy policewoman costume over the back of the chair. It was latex and made scrunchy sounds each time it was touched.

“Try it on, sugar.” Autumn purred.

I went into the back and undressed. I slid the tight blue top on, wiggling my ample breasts upward amazed at the cleavage this outfit antalya escort created. I pulled the skintight black skirt on; it fit like a glove but was so tight that it was definitely a no panties type of outfit. I pushed my wet g-string panties down over my thighs and stepped out of them. The skirt had a slit in the front that ended perilously close to my bare pussy. I grabbed the shiny silver badge and pinned it to my left breast area. Tossing my long straight silky brown hair, I put the leather police hat on. The final prop was a long, black nightstick that hung at my side. I turned and looked into the mirror for the first time. The costume fit my petite frame perfectly. My long hair cascaded over my shoulders while the hat accented my high cheekbones and full lips.

“Oh my.” I sighed breathlessly.

I teetered out in the heels that Autumn had selected for me, they were a little large for my size 6 feet but nonetheless they made my legs look fantastic. “Jessica, you look so fucking hot!” Traci struggled to get the words out, one by one, slowly emphasizing each syllable.

“Well I do think we’ve got two gals here that are ready for the stage.” Autumn said as she clapped her hands together and giggled like an excited little school girl.

“What do you think; will you help make my birthday a memorable one?” Traci pleaded with her best sad puppy dog eyes look. I melted.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” I said shyly.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” a loud booming voice came over the speakers, “this lovely Monday evening of July 14th is National Nude Day and what better way to celebrate than to have an amateur striptease contest.” The crowd erupted in a flurry of applause and whistling. A man that had obviously overindulged in libations slurred out “Bring out the nekid girlssss; I wanna see some hot pussy!”

Traci and I peeked out the door and were excited to see that the crowd has tripled in size from what it had been. It was a mob out there, and obviously they wanted to see some ‘hot pussy’, I cringed. We stood in the shadows watching while one then another amateur dancer was called to the stage. Those girls danced their hearts out but this crowd was rowdy and hard to please. The next girl was announced and I watched a statuesque blonde with a dazzling smile and quite possibly the largest boob job I’d ever seen walk to the stage.

“Oh no, we’re never going to beat that woman.” Traci groaned.

Blondie stood there poised and waited for the music to start. As the beat began she started moving in a robotic side to side motion. She looked awesome as long as she stood totally still. I had to muffle my laughter when she actually attempted to moonwalk across the stage. When the song ended there was some light applause then a heckler yelled out “Hey Blondie, I’d fuck ‘ya as long as you promise not to ever dance again!” followed by raucous laughter.

“Okay girls, you’re up next.” Autumn said as she kissed both our cheeks and gave us some last minute preparation. She put her hands on my breasts and gave my nipples a playful tweak and reached around and gave my ass a slap before doing the same to Traci. “Now go out there and make me proud; and remember tonight that you’re above that crowd. I want you to savor that feeling.”

We teetered toward the stage in our borrowed costumes. By now the crowd was in a feeding frenzy and eager for a show. Our bodies glistened under the spotlights as we were announced. “Ladies and gentlemen, tonight we have a special treat for you. These two lovely ladies are from right here in St. Louis and one of them is a birthday girl.” The crowd once again erupted into applause. Mr. Heckler leered at us with his drunken gaze. “Contestants number 4 and 5 are Jessica and Traci.” The announcer said as we took our places.

The music began and Traci pranced forward like a thoroughbred, one long leg extended in front of the other. God, she was so sexy. I listened to the music pound and its hypnotic beat drew me in while Traci and I began dancing with one another. Our arms were wrapped around one another while we looked into each others eyes. I leaned forward and kissed her passionately while our breasts rubbed together. The crowd went crazy. We broke free from our embrace and slithered down to our knees. We both crawled catlike to opposite ends of the stage, our limbs stretching and backs arching like pussies on the prowl. Traci worked one end of that stage like a pro while I snarled and purred at the customers seated below. I looked into the faces of those men and women and saw exactly what Autumn had seen. Lust, their passion was written all over their faces. I pushed up so that I was on my knees, spreading my legs wide revealing my bare pussy to the crowd. I gyrated and danced, arching my back and running my hands over my breasts, it was nasty simulated fucking and the crowd was going insane.

Just then I saw Traci prancing toward the shiny golden pole located in the middle of the stage. antalya otele gelen escort Don’t do it, I thought to myself. No one had even attempted to pole dance during the amateur contest and I wasn’t sure that this was a good idea. She leaped onto that pole like a pro and wrapped those beautiful legs around it but evidently she had put too much lotion on her legs so she lost her grip on the pole. She slid ungracefully down the length of that rod and landed with a thud on the stage. The force of the fall caused her already perilously covered breasts to break free and the tiny strings holding the golden stars of her costume snapped. Her massive tits poured forth as the crowd erupted in cheers and whistles. Closing her eyes seductively she simply reached up running her fingers through her spiked hair, down her neck and over her large breasts. Her nipples were large and stood proud and erect for the world to see.

I strutted across my end of the stage and looked down at a man that had been bragging earlier that evening about being there to celebrate his 21st birthday. He looked up at me and licked his lips. I knew there was fire in my eyes; I wanted this man to fall under my spell. I reached up and began shimmying out of the top of my police uniform. I spread my legs wide as I pulled the latex over my head and tossed it back away from the stage. My breasts bounced as I danced closer to him, my hands roaming over my body. I knelt down and nuzzled my face against his while whispering in his ear, “Hon, would you like me to get you a drink?”

“What, um, sure I guess so.” He stuttered.

I laid down on my back and kicked off one stiletto heel and extended my foot over the side of the stage. I dipped and swirled my bright red toes into the icy liquid of the drink that he’d been sipping. I raised my leg high in the air as I spread my thighs and knew that at least 20 people were getting a peek at my wet slit.

“Open your mouth, sweetie.” I commanded.

“I have your drink all ready for you.” I sneered as I commanded him to lick the sticky sweet concoction off my toes. He licked and sucked like a hungry baby. Hoots and hollers were erupting as I giggled.

I stood and wiggled back into my shoe and turned toward Traci, there was something I’d been dying to do since first seeing this costume. Traci took my cue and glided toward the center of the stage, meeting me.

“Well hello you little birthday vixen.” I teased as I reached for her. She spread her thighs and I could feel the heat coming from her pussy as she ground her hips against me. Our bodies were covered with perspiration and our hands roamed over each other’s bodies as we kissed and rubbed our naked breasts together.

I helped her lay down on the stage as I kneeled on all fours above her. I crawled over her body starting at her head, my mouth found hers and I kissed her deeply. My tongue pushed past her lips and she moaned into my mouth as I roamed her body with my hands. I moved farther down the length of her body kissing and nibbling as I went. My tongue reached out and flicked across her nipples and I felt her body shiver as I moved into a 69 position. I vaguely heard the roar of the crowd. I buried my face between her legs and reached out with my tongue, running it over the material of her bikini bottoms and inhaling the warm wet scent of her pussy. Rising up, I tossed my hat off as my long hair spilled all around her legs. Tossing my head from side to side I pretended to eat a piece of the birthday girls pie, I know most people have cake but this year I was having pie.

I pulled her up roughly up and smiled slyly at her as I reached for my nightstick.

“Bend over.” I hoarsely yelled to her over the roar of the crowd.

I put one hand on her back, bending her over farther at the waist as I slid the nightstick out of my belt. I suggestively sucked the tip of the nightstick and then rubbed it against my own steamy, drenched pussy. The long black nightstick, a graphic phallic symbol was between my legs as I slid it along Traci’s snatch. She bucked and fucked me back while I slid it along her pussy, just grazing over her sensitive clit again and again. I knew that I was getting insanely hot watching the length of my ‘cock’ slide in and out of her and we were in a frenzy. I needed to cum. The thought slammed into me and I couldn’t stop it.

I pulled her up, turned her head and kissed her roughly and whispered into her ear, “Follow me, and don’t hold back.” Dropping the nightstick I slinked closer to the edge of the stage, searching for just the right man. There he was. A quiet looking man in his 20’s with brown hair and eyes. He didn’t know it yet, but this was his lucky night.

Traci and I made our way over to the table that he was sitting at and began by pushing him back away from the table so that everyone in the room could see and also so that we could have more access to him. We paraded around him, pawing at him. He must have come straight from the office or perhaps he was someone traveling here on business because he was still dressed in his suit. I leaned forward and slowly loosened his tie and mused with his hair while Traci straddled one of his legs and smiled at him. He seemed hypnotized, he didn’t say a word as we each straddled a leg. He simply smiled and slightly closed his eyes as if in ecstasy.

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Golden Arrows
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Author’s Note : This story is my 2012 submission for the Literotica Valentine Day Contest. Please read, vote, and comment – one vote per reader. Thanks so much for your time and I hope you enjoy this new version of the makings of the special holiday. ~ Red

Violet eyes stared down at the altar that was once again bare. Lips, full and lush, sneered contemptuously at the cold marble. The name the mortal men had uttered upon removing their offerings still hung in the air – Psyche.

The mortal woman had taken a place in man’s heart and they were making it more obvious to Aphrodite that she was no longer the most beautiful of creatures. Her stomach churned; the acids building up and causing her grief and displeasure. She spun away, the air around her crackled and sparked. Her fingers were curled into tight fists that shook at her sides.

As she made her way back to her dwelling, those who crossed her path immediately took flight by whatever means possible. Back at her home Aphrodite stewed; her pupils were small, the violet eyes now dark and purple as jealousy brought to the surface various means to make the woman suffer.

The sound of joyous laughter coming from her gardens only added to her foul mood. She snapped her fingers; the wind picked up and squeals of shock and dismay filled the room. The sound carried easily through the columns of marble. “Mother!”

Aphrodite turned her ice-cold visage toward her son, Eros who had hurriedly rushed to her side.

“What has angered you?” he asked, as his hands moved to repair his state of dress. She gazed longingly at his body, regretting that she had not yet coupled with him. His aroused sex spoke of the type of play she’d interrupted with her anger. She smirked, curious as to what he would say if she were to sample his wares. Eros was a god after all, so he knew how hungry her passions were – surely his were just as needy.

Another prayer lifted to the heavens. She closed her eyes, blocking out Eros so that she could feed off the gratitude of the mortals. Before the prayer ended though, the name Psyche fell from the man’s lips. Aphrodite opened her eyes and screamed in anger.

Eros stepped back. “Something is troubling you, mother? What has happened to bring about such an unhappy expression on one with such a fair visage?”

She looked over her son, noticed his erection had faded. A frown formed on her lips as she waited for her anger to subside. “The mortals worship another,” she hissed and pouted.

Her son laughed softly. “Mother, you know the fickleness of man. Do not fret. You are still the loveliest of the goddesses and their hearts truly belong only to you.”

“They are being led away my son. A mortal woman – a female – steals my offerings and they go to her, give her my gifts, praise her name, and worship her features. I am forgotten.”

Eros walked over and cupped his mother’s chin. “Surely you jest. No woman on Earth or in the heavens could possibly steal the hearts of man or god.” The god of love bent down and kissed his mother’s cheek. Aphrodite’s sex tightened

“Do you speak words of truth, son. Or are you just feeding me what a mother wants to hear?”

Eros stepped back and stared at his mother, the goddess of beauty. He knew he could bed her if he wanted and because he was a god there was no one that would fault him. Many gods and goddesses had procreated with their parents; why should he be any different? Yet he was.

There were times he was a bitter god, casting his leaden arrows into the hearts of mortals; other times he pierced their hearts with gold ones. The first always led to a love of indifference; the later gave the benefit of true and forever love.

Eros had wandered the Earth and the heavens for so long that he had discovered he wanted the later. If he were to lay with his mother, his soul would be dirty and his heart stolen and stained – only beating for another night of passion with her. Aphrodite was not a loyal companion; her needs would eventually lead her into another bed, be it a mortal or a god.

“Eros?”

He shook his head, flexed his wings and smiled at the goddess. “I speak words of truth. You are the most desirable of all females. Who has hurt you? Who has stolen your prayers?”

“Her name is Psyche. I learned it just now. For months I had felt the loss of adoration rolling from the altar up to the heavens. I have investigated many weeks and it was not until today that three men approached the altar, and as they were just about to lay their gifts to me upon the marble, one brought up the female’s name. The other acknowledged her as did the third. Soon I was forgotten; they took their gifts and hurried to her home to lavish them upon her.”

“Have you seen this woman, this whore that steals the hearts of your worshipers?”

Aphrodite sighed. “I have no desire to see her. I just want her gone from my people. My admirers are being tricked and misled. You know without their prayers, without the escort bayan şirinevler prayers of mortals – all of us are affected – even you. She must be taught a lesson. Go to her Eros, use your golden arrows trimmed with the feathers of a dove – pierce her heart. Show her the visage of the ugliest creature on the Earth. Make her fall in love with it – make her desire it with every ounce of her being. Then she will be taken away, the creature will keep her locked from all that hunger for her. My people will return to the altar; the gifts and offerings will be mine; the prayers, we will all benefit from.”

Eros touched her lips. “What is one lost heart when there are so many more to nurture?” he whispered.

She licked the pad of his thumb.

“I will go to her mother; I will do as you ask, and we will all feel the power in their prayers wash over us. You may rest knowing that you are truly the most heavenly of women.”

“Thank you my son. I love you with all of my heart.” She reached out and stroked his cheek before he pulled away. A long sigh of longing passed her lips as he lifted into the air and disappeared. Aphrodite felt the hunger in her loins ache upon his departure. She rose from her seat and went in search of her newest lover – hoping him and perhaps a woman would be willing to sedate the need that scorched her veins.

Eros disguised himself as a mortal. His wings sunk into his back, the skin and flesh of a human male closed over the openings. He rolled his shoulders, flexed his arms and squatted several times, loosening the muscles and tendons of human flesh. Clothes common to many materialized fitting him like a glove.

The Egyptian linen serving as his loin cloth felt confining and Eros was disgusted by the touch of it upon his skin. His bitterness at having to take the human form grew as the wool dalmatic tunic covered his arms and fell to his knees. The purple stripe etched with gold cord proclaimed his status of one of loftiness and prestige.

Eros chose the colors so that he would have no issue walking in and out of whatever establishment’s he chose. On his feet, were calcei – large pieces of leather. Thin straps of the same material crossed and wrapped around the cloth keeping the soft textured skin close to his feet, ankles and calves.

He ran his fingers through his hair; the long strands started to stiffen in curls. “I think not,” he muttered to himself and the curls receded, leaving behind his natural wave. His fingers touched his face. The skin was soft and smooth, modern to the times that Psyche’s admirers were familiar with.

A leather pouch slapped his hip as he walked away from Aphrodite’s altar. He knew the contents within held a bow and several arrows. Upon his wish, he could reach into the pouch and pull out the weapons and their lengths would increase with just a thought.

As he lolled lazily against a marble column, two men approached Aphrodite’s altar. They had with them oils and precious gems. He listened to them begin their prayers of adoration. Just as his mother had claimed – when they said “were but humble servants begging favor from the most beautiful of all” – they had stopped.

The name Psyche fell softly from each of their lips.

This time though, instead of taking their offerings away, both men opted to leave a small portion to his mother. The rest, he was certain, would be taken to the woman who had become a thorn in a dangerous goddesses’ side.

The young god of love would be lying to himself if he swore his curiosity was not piqued by the mortal. He followed the men; his eyes sparing but a glance to the men and women who tried to catch his favor. Their lust for his seed oozed from their pores. He ignored their longing, entirely focused on carrying out his mother’s request so that he could return to his own godly form more quickly.

Both men stopped at the threshold of a simple dwelling. They called out to the occupants and when the door opened a woman appeared. Eros stared at her. His groin tightened and his pulse raced. His cock leaped and strained against the cloth that bound it against his abdomen.

There was no doubt that the woman who blushed at the words the men rained down on her was the same one that his mother detested. His heart seemed to stop beating as he watched her grant each man a boon for their gift. One received a kiss on his forehead, the other a caress along his cheek. Jealousy spilled into Eros subconscious as the men stumbled over themselves to thank Psyche. They both chose to walk backward; their eyes never wavered from the woman, until she closed the door on them.

Eros sneered, pulled a gold arrow from his pouch. It extended to the proper length. The bow came next, and soon both were in his hands. The arrow was notched. The gold gleamed in the sunlight. It penetrated the heart of the first man, sailed through him and into the heart of the second. After exiting, it dissolved, leaving neither man with a bahçeşehir escort visible wound.

Their gazes held each others for a moment. Their hands reached out and touched the others lips. Eros grinned as the older man reached down and openly caressed the younger man’s genitalia. The two men, struck by the arrow of love, left Psyche’s dwelling, their desire now only for each other.

Love and indifference seemed to blossom over the remaining daylight hours. Eros made his decision on which arrow to let loose by how the beautiful Psyche reacted or by how the men and women left her. To give the mortal too much attention led Eros to jealousy. He would send an arrow of lead through their chest, making them forever indifferent to those that could one day capture another heart. Eros sentenced his victims to a life of bitterness as they moved from one lover to the next.

Very few left Psyche’s doorstep with gold hearts piercing their souls; for the few that did however, they were rewarded with new hopes and dreams that mirrored their desire in the first person they passed. A handful of men and women found their soul mates, no matter their gender.

Night fell and with it the threshold of Psyche’s dwelling was left free of all mortals. Eros had remained in hiding until the last of the sun danced behind the mountains. He walked the perimeter of her home, eventually settling on a stone bench that had been carved from a boulder in her garden. The night air was warm and he wished for nothing more than to be lying naked with the stunning creature.

Oil lamps were dimmed by servants until only one remained brightly shining from inside the home. Eros moved toward the room. He looked inside and saw Psyche brushing out her thick golden locks. The lamp gave off enough light to illuminate the various colors of her hair. Eros palms itched to stroke the soft waves and tangle his fingers into the rolling curls.

As he continued to gaze upon her, his breath was stolen when her fingers released the jeweled clasp and her toga spilled into her hands. Psyche turned toward the window; Eros leaped back.

“Who is there?” she asked.

He heard her footsteps nearing the window. His shadow danced across the flowers of her garden.

“Who are you? What are you doing out there? Speak now or I will call my Father’s men.”

Eros knew he was safe from any mortal that she deemed worthy enough to spar with him, but he also had no desire to upset the beautiful and fair woman. He saw her move to cover her window from the elements as well as his spying eyes.

“Wait,” he said. His mortal voice was very much like his godly one. Gone however, was the soft whispering hum that often accompanied his seductive words. “I did not mean to startle you. I wish to pay homage to your beauty.”

He sensed her trepidation. “I do not mean you any harm. I was embarrassed to show myself to you, in front of all your admirers. Your beauty is breathtaking and I am but a lowly man who offers nothing more than a smile in exchange for one of yours.”

“Come into the light,” she said. A lamp was lifted to the window and he saw her shadow cast across the garden.

“I dare not,” he told her. “I am ugly and not worthy of your beauty. Could you but smile for me, I will smile for you and you will feel it caress your skin.”

Psyche’s lips rose in a shy grin.

Eros gasped. “Oh my dear Psyche, by the heavens you are indeed the most striking of all creatures god or mortal man. My lips are yours.” He heard her giggle. “You mock me?” he asked; his voice was light and airy.

“You give me your lips, but I cannot see them to take my gift.”

“Go to your bed; turn down the wick of your lamp until you are consumed in darkness. I will come to you and give you your gift.”

Eros waited for what seemed like hours when in fact it had only been a minute before she disappeared. Her lamp was soon extinguished. He left the garden, making his way to the door nearest her window.

The god of love opened the door with a tender touch. It gave way without a sound signaling his arrival. Eros knew where Psyche’s room was. Her door had been left open. He grinned and stepped inside, closing it behind him.

“Are you there?” she asked.

“I am my beauty. Are you ready for your gift?”

He heard her take a deep breath. Eros made his way to her bed. The moonlight was hidden behind thick gray clouds. He used the senses of a god to seek her out.

“Are you ready?” he asked, as he sat down on the bed. His hand rested against her thigh. His fingers moved up to tease the left knot of her linen cloth. Her fingers came down and rested on his.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I promised a smile for your lips,” he told her. A gasp of shock filled the air. He waited for her to deny him. When she slid her hand away, it was to release the knot herself. Eros chest drummed heavily in his chest as she untied the other. He heard her lift her hips and knew başakşehir escort the cloth that served to keep her sex covered was now discarded. “Close your eyes,” he softly demanded.

Psyche whimpered. He reached into his pouch and pulled out a cloth of silk. “Before I pay homage for your beauty, I must blindfold you.” His godly words caressed her like a warm blanket. She took the cloth; their fingers touched. A purr of pleasure left her throat. Eros growled low.

“I am ready. My eyes are covered.”

Eros pulled a gold arrow from his pouch and laid it on the bed. It burned bright, casting a shimmering glow over her skin. “My heart is yours to command,” he whispered as his fingers slowly trailed over her toes.

He watched her face; her lips parted. Each toe was rubbed with gentle strokes and tender ministrations. The soles of her feet were treated to firmer ones. She flexed instinctively as he massaged her skin and muscle.

“There is no part of you that I will not one day sample,” he promised just before his hands moved to release the clasp of his tunic. He stood up; the material fell to the floor. His loin cloth followed, as did the leather shoes he had been forced to wear for the sake of appearing human.

Eros stood naked before the blind woman. His cock was hard, stiff, and aching. “Tell me my lovely Psyche, have you been promised to another?”

He watched her face and knew she would answer honestly. “I have not,” she whispered, “though my father is seeking an arrangement.”

“Then I shall be your lover,” he told her.

Psyche moaned softly as he crawled onto the bed. He ran his hands up and down her body, cupped her breasts and teased the rosy nipples. His mouth moved to capture the left pearl. He pulled it and suckled from the hard point. The tip of his tongue trailed around the pink surface, dipped over the ridges, flicked the tiny bumps until she was thrashing on the bed and clawing at his scalp.

“What – oh – what are you doing to me?” she asked, as she tugged on his head, urging him toward her other tit.

Eros laughed. “I’m giving you your gift. I have witnessed men and women come to your door and give you various gems, oils, perfumes, but no one has given you the gift that I will shower upon you. No oils – no jewels – nothing on the face of this earth will leave you as breathless as the gift I will give. Do you want my gift?” he asked. He moved his lips to her other breast and supped on it like a babe needing the nourishing fluids of its mother’s milk.

“Yes,” Psyche hissed.

It was the only word Eros needed to confirm what he already knew. He would lie with the woman, claiming her as his own, and mark her womb with his seed. Eros hands moved like wine, coating her body with caresses and kneading fingers. She moaned and hissed, gasped and sighed as he felt his way down her legs, behind her knees, up her thighs, over her hips.

His mouth soon followed the same paths as his fingertips had taken. He lifted one leg, kissed her goose bumped flesh, lowered the left and treated the right to the same tasting tongue. The indentation of her hips were licked and fondled with the flat of his moist muscle. The sliding tips of his fingers stroked her ribs causing her to twist and giggle.

He chuckled, left her torso and stroked her arms. His mouth moved to her forehead. He kissed her arched golden eyebrows. His lips softly brushed her cheeks. The silk of the blindfold caressed him; the tip of her nose was touched with his. Her tongue darted out, tempting him, but he knew had he kissed her mouth he would be lost and his cock would consume her before she was ready.

“You toy with me,” she whispered.

Grinning, he looked down her length and saw her legs open. The light from the arrow glistened off her moist lips. He ran his thumb over the aroused flesh. Her hips bucked against the timid touch. Eros lowered his mouth to her mound.

“Oh by all that is holy,” she hissed.

He smiled, licked the folds of her pussy and slowly began to devour the velvet flesh. Golden curls with beads of moisture tickled his face. He nuzzled her sex, breathed in her scent and ate his way deeper into her slippery hole.

Psyche’s fist curled into the sheets of her bed while his hands moved to cup her ass, lifting her several inches higher so he could penetrate her deeper with his tongue. He felt the warmth of her sex blanket him. The succulent juices of her pussy flowed thick and heavy into his mouth. He teased the nub of her cunt, sucking on the tender morsel, drawing from her depths more honey-suckling nectar.

“I – I – can’t – I can’t breathe,” Psyche confessed through broken words.

Eros laughed against her pussy, pushing her higher to the edge of release. He coaxed from her another cry of passion. He felt the essence of the room around them and knew he was safe from her Father’s men; her passion was heavy as it showered him. Eros greedily sucked on her womanhood, swallowing the juice that bathed his throat. His face moved up and down on her sex, until she was calling for him to fill her with his cock.

Her hips were dropped to the bed. He came up, pressed his dick to her opening and shoved hard and fast into her canal. She cried out as he took possession of her and made her his. Virgin blood spilled onto his cock. His mouth covered hers; their tongues dueled. Eros fucked her slowly.

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In the year 2099, the world changed. A group of powerful men conquered the world and united it under one rule. The leader of these men was the Supreme Emperor. The Supreme Emperor of the Planet Earth was an openly bisexual black man who had a myriad lovers, both male and female. He believed in sexuality, peace and harmony. So, he outlawed all the problems of humanity. He outlawed marriage and ipso facto, also banned divorce. He outlawed religion, philosophy, feminism and apathy. He also decreed that people no longer belonged to themselves, they belonged to the Empire. The Empire granted them freedom.

The Emperor and his men had a mighty spaceship hovering over the planet. Any troublemaker was instantly killed and never heard from again. For a decade, mankind lived in peace and harmony. Men and women, blacks and whites, gays and lesbians and heterosexuals, all were happy and equal. Anyone who upset the order of the world was never heard from again. Such was life in the Empire. To relieve the men and women of the Imperial worlds of the stress of their daily lives, the Emperor decreed that sixty days out of each year would be dedicated to Purifying Hedonism. Men and women could indulge in whatever pleasure they chose, sexual or otherwise, without fear of reprisal. This was everyone’s favorite Imperial Holiday.

Guess what? Today is Anal Sex Day. Today, throughout the world, by law all men and women need to engage in sexual activity of the anal kind. To disobey the law is to face a rigid penalty. All lawbreakers are condemned to death by being beamed onboard one of the Imperial spaceships and blasted off into space to perish in the void. It was hardly ever necessary to do so because the majority of men and women living in the Empire were very eager practitioners of everyone’s favorite holiday and the special ceremony and practice which was a major part of it.

Today was a day which had Rachel in a panic. The tall, blonde-haired Irishwoman had the blues. The Holiday had come and she couldn’t find a willing sexual partner. Part of the reason was because she was a wicked bitch most of the time and most men and women for that matter couldn’t stand her. Back in the days before the Empire, Rachel had been a feminist. An empowered escort bayan bahçelievler man-hater living in America. Someone both men and women considered to be completely redundant. Her feminist movement had lost its luster. They had all been exposed for the man-hating frauds that they were a long time ago. The Men’s Rights Movement had restored the balance of power between men and women. Colleges were now fifty percent male and fifty percent female. A long time ago, feminists used treacherous tactics such as the elimination of popular sports and the demonizing of men to discourage male students from attending colleges and universities worldwide. False allegations of rape made by vindictive women against innocent men were also common. Alas, the efforts of good men had defeated the western world’s man-hating sisterhood. Rachel found herself in a world where her ideas of hate and division according to gender politics were no longer welcome.

Rachel hated to admit it but she liked living in the Empire, for the most part. The Emperor provided his subjects with universal health care. Colleges and universities were also free, as long as prospective students could meet certain intellectual requirements. The Empire was free of war. There was no turmoil on the planet Earth. Imperial scientists had repaired the hole in the ozone layer. They had also used genetic engineering to recreate animal and plant species which had been wiped out in centuries past. They fixed all damage to the ecosystem in a matter of years. They also ended world hunger and found the cure for ninety nine percent of all known diseases. That’s just the way things were in the Empire. The Empire had gotten rid of social turmoil by granting the same rights to heterosexuals and homosexuals. There was no longer any need for a Gay Rights Movement since everyone was equal in the Empire. Countries in Africa, Asia and Europe also enjoyed the same heavenly pleasures that North America had. The Emperor and his Legions had transformed the planet Earth into a virtual paradise for all of its inhabitants.

Rachel walked out of the library, and saw someone whom she hadn’t seen in a long time. A tall, good-looking, escort bayan kayaşehir lean black man. His name was Paul. Ten years ago, they were both in the same sociology class. They had butted heads. Back then, he was the openly bisexual black male who spoke ardently for the rights of male victims of domestic abuse. He also spoke up for gay rights and men’s rights. They had clashed due to differences of opinion when it came to gender politics. His views were diametrically opposed to hers. In her eyes back then, he was considered to be the enemy. So why did she feel such a compelling attraction toward him?

In spite of, or maybe because of their differences, they met frequently outside of class. In the debate club, they argued on the same side for the first time. Their school was pitted against a rival. They had actually won by working together as opposed to clashing with each other. This was something which surprised them both. After the debate club match, Rachel surprised herself by asking Paul out for a burger and some drinks. They went to the nearby Burger King, and had a nice chat while eating. Rachel was pleasantly surprised to discover another side to Paul. Underneath the headstrong, argumentative rival she knew, there was a decent, and somewhat vulnerable man. She had felt drawn to him, and thus an affair began between them.

Before she knew it, Rachel was dating Paul, her political opposite. As it happened plenty of times, they discovered that they had a lot in common. The attraction was mutual, and next thing they knew, they were living together. Rachel the American feminist had fallen in love with Paul, the ruggedly handsome macho black man. They had a passionate relationship together. For four years, they were living together. Paul graduated with a degree in Criminal Justice. He went straight to the Police Academy. Rachel got her business degree and opted for a decent M.B.A. program. She left the city. He remained, and became a cop. They hadn’t seen each other until after the Rise of the Empire.

Just looking at Paul after all this time brought Rachel back to those passionate years they once shared. What had he been doing with himself for the past escort türbanlı ten years? Was he still a cop? Had he gotten married? Smiling, he walked up to her. Rachel held her breath. He was still gorgeous after all these years. Grinning confidently, Paul kissed her on the lips. Rachel hesitated, then kissed him back. When their lips parted, she took one look at him and forgot what she was about to say. Taking her hand, he led her into a deserted, dark parking lot. What he had in mind, only time would tell.

Paul took her deeper into the darkness, then stopped abruptly. He kissed her once more and Rachel felt weak in the knees. He was so handsome and virile. She hadn’t seen him in ages. Lords, she wanted him! She could tell that he wanted her too. When he picked her up in his arms and put her on the hood of a car, she didn’t protest. He unbuttoned her shirt and she helped him. She pulled down her skirt, and he grinned. Yeah, she still didn’t wear any panties. Grinning, she unzipped his pants, freeing his massive ten-inch cock. Gently, she stroked him. Looking right into her eyes, he rubbed his manhood against her snatch, and prepared to enter her.

Rachel grinned, her breath quickening in anticipation. She remembered how it felt to have him inside her. Especially in a special way. Feeling bolder than ever before, and quite horny, she told him her request. Today was a special day after all. Grinning, Paul placed his cock against her back door, and pushed. Rachel gasped as Paul’s massive cock slid into her ass. It had been ten years since she’d been taken this way, by none other than him. This sure brought back memories. A flood of oddly familiar sensations assaulted her. The feel of his hard cock sliding into her tight ass, his ragged breathing and her fast-beating heart. Yeah, she had missed it.

Paul looked into Rachel’s eyes as he thrust into her. He hadn’t seen this woman in ten years. The world they knew had literally ended since they last saw each other. Now, they lived in a new world, and they were picking up right where they left off. He had missed her cute face, sexy body and that fabulous ass of hers. How he had missed her. He continued to thrust into her, and she welcomed him inside her. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she drew him in. passionately, they continued to make love in their very own special way, until ecstasy rocked both of their bodies and sent them to Cloud Nine. Afterwards, the two of them sat on the hood of the car, in the empty parking lot. Smiling, they said nothing. Simply held each other and looked at the stars. This was the best Holiday either of them ever had.

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It was a hot summer day in 1992, and the video store and arcade was packed with customers trying to escape the heat. Among the employees working that day was a woman named Samantha, who was known for her impressive QQ-cup breasts.

Samantha had always been self-conscious about her size, but she had learned to embrace her curves and use them to her advantage. She had been working at the video store for several years and was a favorite among the customers, many of whom would come in just to see her.

As she worked the register and restocked the shelves, she couldn’t help but overhear the whispers and glances from the customers. Some of them even made inappropriate comments about her body, which made her feel uncomfortable. But she tried her best to ignore it and focus on her work.

Despite the distractions, Samantha was a hard worker and always made sure to provide excellent customer service. She had a friendly smile for everyone and was always willing to help them find the perfect movie or game to rent.

As the day went on, the arcade began to fill up with teenagers looking to play the latest games. Samantha watched as they crowded around the machines, shouting and cheering as they played. She couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy as she watched them having fun.

But then, something unexpected happened. One of the teenagers approached the counter and asked Samantha if she wanted to join in on their game of Street Fighter. At first, she was hesitant, not wanting to draw any more attention to herself. But then she thought, why not?

So, Samantha put down her work and joined in on the game. And to everyone’s surprise, she turned out to be a natural. She easily defeated her escort elit opponents and even attracted a small crowd of cheering fans.

As the night went on, Samantha found herself having the time of her life, finally feeling accepted and appreciated for who she was. And as she left the arcade that night, she couldn’t wait to come back and play again.

The next day, Samantha arrived at work with a spring in her step. She had had such a great time playing Street Fighter at the arcade the night before, and she couldn’t wait to see what the day would bring.

As she walked into the store, she was greeted by a few surprised looks and whispers from her coworkers. It was then that she realized she was dressed in a Chun-Li costume, complete with blue and white jumpsuit, black hair buns, and red wristbands.

Samantha chuckled to herself, remembering how she had impulsively decided to dress up as her favorite Street Fighter character before coming to work. She had always been a fan of the game, and now that she had proven herself as a skilled player, she wanted to show her appreciation in a fun way.

As the day went on, Samantha found that her Chun-Li costume was a hit with the customers, especially the teenagers who were fans of the game. They couldn’t stop laughing and taking pictures with her, and Samantha found herself enjoying the attention and the chance to show off her playful side.

Even the customers who had made inappropriate comments about her body the day before seemed to have a newfound respect for her, treating her with kindness and admiration.

Samantha left work that day feeling proud and empowered, knowing that she escort moldov had proved to herself and others that she was more than just a pretty face or a set of large breasts. She was a skilled and confident woman who could hold her own and have a good time, no matter what anyone else thought.

It was now the year 2021, and Samantha was no longer working at the video store and arcade. She had moved on to bigger and better things, but she always looked back on her time there fondly.

She had learned so much about herself and others during those years, and she had made some unforgettable memories. The experience had taught her to be confident in her own skin and to not let others’ opinions or actions bring her down.

Samantha had also learned the importance of standing up for herself and not tolerating inappropriate behavior. She had found her voice and was no longer afraid to use it.

As she looked back on her time at the video store and arcade, Samantha couldn’t help but smile. It had been a challenging and memorable experience, and she was grateful for all that it had taught her.

Samantha stood barefoot in the cold, sterile room, feeling a mix of sadness and anger wash over her. She had been working at this underground facility, which was designed for breeding and raising celebrity influencers, for over two decades.

As an employee, Samantha had been branded with a cow-like symbol on her shoulder, signifying her lower status in the hierarchy of the facility. She was treated like a commodity and was constantly being monitored and groomed for her role as a “cow.”

Samantha had always dreamed of living a normal life, escort vip but that dream had been taken from her when she was brought to this place in 1999. She had been in her 20s at the time, and now, more than 20 years later, she was still stuck here, aging but never truly living.

As she looked around at the other “cows” in the room, she couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of hopelessness. They were all just pawns in the hands of their wealthy and powerful handlers, who saw them only as a means to an end.

But despite the bleakness of her situation, Samantha refused to give up. She held onto the hope that one day, she would find a way out of this place and reclaim her freedom. She held onto the belief that she was more than just a branded cow, and that she deserved to live a life of her own choosing.

As Samantha stood in the cold, sterile room, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. She was pregnant with her 30th child, and the thought of bringing another life into this place filled her with sadness.

For years, she had been used as a breeding machine, her body constantly being subjected to artificial insemination and other invasive procedures. She had given birth to countless children, all of whom were taken from her as soon as they were born and raised in the facility to be groomed as influencers.

Samantha had never been allowed to see or even hold her own children, and the thought of them growing up in this place, just like she had, filled her with grief. She longed to be able to raise and love her children in a normal, loving environment, but that seemed like an impossible dream.

As she held her swollen belly and fought back tears, Samantha couldn’t help but feel a sense of hopelessness. But even in the darkest of moments, she held onto the belief that one day, she would find a way out of this place and reclaim her freedom. She held onto the hope that she would be able to give her children the life they deserved, free from the chains of this underground facility.

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