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WARNING: Contains religious themes.

Any religious references made within this story are strictly for plot purposes. They do not state my opinions of faith, or opinions towards existing faiths. They are not to be taken as an actual criticism of any established religion or to be used as a declaration of how any existing religion actively views, or acts upon, any real-world situation.

By reading this piece, you agree that you understand the above and that you will not take offense to the religious themes contained within.

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The boy’s shabby old sandals scuffed with each step. He walked down the alleyway with his mind elsewhere; Christoph was prone to daydreaming. The narrow urban passage separated tall looming houses on either side. The alley was formed by a long series of two-pace steps that descended all the way down to the second, smaller, town plaza. It was lined with doorways and niches; hosting entrances to small apartments and houses; back exits and disposal areas. A strip of bright cerulean summer sky could be seen above, between the small balconies, overhangs and clothes lines. The slurping sound of the final protesting dregs of his Orangina, escaping his straw, snapped the young man from his reverie. He placed the empty glass container into the top of the large shopping bag he wore over his shoulder; the distinctive globe bottle sitting neatly amongst the long bread-sticks and sizeable bunch of grapes. The sudden smashing sound of a terracotta pot hitting the ground grabbed his attention, and he looked to his left to see the source of the disturbance. His grip tightened around the neck of the bottle as he tensed nervously, his gaze now directed to the filthy youth sat atop a large refuse bin besides the now-smashed pottery.

“Salut Christoph!” said the rough-looking young man. His tone was not friendly.

“Phillipe.” replied Christoph, with barely hidden scorn. Anxiety flushed through his body as nervous anticipation gripped him; he knew Phillipe was about to start trouble. Phillipe’s unkempt walnut-brown hair hung over his piercing unfriendly eyes, before being swept away by a quick habitual flick of the head. The grey colour of his vest top did little to hide the dirt and stains covering it, and his worn and ripped beige trousers were a testament of his ungoverned lifestyle and rough, outside, play. He leapt down with bold ease and landed on the step below. Phillipe was tall for his age and, although stood a step lower, still reached an inch taller than Christoph. Christoph was the opposite of Phillipe in appearance. He wore neat, tight jeans and a black-and-white striped top with the sleeves rolled up. He was a smart looking young man with well combed jet-black hair, good skin and rare bright green eyes. It made him stand out from the other teenagers his age, with their stylish baggy trousers and rebellious fashions. He was far from wealthy, but a very fussy mother ensured her son was well groomed and looked after.

“What have we here, Christoph, been shopping for your birthday?”

“It’s just our usual supplies Phillipe, leave me alone.” A sound from behind alerted Christoph to the two approaching boys, blocking his retreat. He turned to see Pierre and Alphonse smirking from two steps behind.

“Leave you alone? Oh non-non-non-non-non, not on your eighteenth birthday my friend. Not without giving you your present first.” Phillipe always found some vague explanation to warrant beating-up Christoph, though none were ever valid.

“It’s disgusting that we’ve had to tolerate eighteen years of this bastard in our town!” said Alphonse from behind, “Where is your father, Christoph, why does your whore-mother even keep you?” The thin bony frame of Alphonse, matched with his long nose and pale skin, always made him look snide and full of hate. The fact that he was always snide and full of hate also helped convey this impression. Catholicism was the predominant religion of the area and Alphonse’s parents were more devout than most. A child born out of wedlock was something to be disgraced and Alphonse, still lacklustre with adherence to holy behavioural teachings, mainly due to an imbalance of youthful testosterone and the ‘wrong sorts’ of friends, decided that physical violence was the best way to make Christoph aware of his parents’ sin.

“Christoph, we don’t want bastards like you dirtying our town!” said Pierre, spitting onto the step in front. He was a short, sand-blonde, boy who tagged along with Phillipe and Alphonse like a small yapping dog; only a threat so long as his bigger friends were around to back him up. Alphonse shoved Christoph’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you leave our town Christoph?” he shoved him again, “go on, leave here,” another shove, “no one wants you here, you bastard pig!” Phillipe then shoved him in the back. Christoph turned to face the larger boy.

“You have no friends Christoph, we all hate bastards” said Pierre, now behind him.

“Happy birthday” said Phillipe menacingly, as he swung at Christoph. The fist hit him square in the chest. Christoph grunted with pain from the impact. He began raising his arms to defend from a follow-up strike, when he was suddenly shoved from behind again by Alphonse. Losing his balance, he fell forwards towards Phillipe. Phillipe caught him and pushed escort bayan topkapı him against the wall to his right, adding extra force to make sure the impact was unpleasant. Christoph winced. The three boys then surrounded Christoph: Phillipe to his left; Alphonse to his right and Pierre at the back, yapping insults. Phillipe pulled the bag of shopping off his arm and tossed it to one side, the contents spilling out onto the steps. He then punched Christoph hard in the shoulder, followed alternately by Alphonse on the other shoulder. The two assailed him in turn, counting up from ‘one’. Between strikes, Christoph noticed Phillipe was stood on the edge of a step. Taking the opportunity, he lunged forward with both arms out, pushing the other boy backwards. The greater size of the bully would have usually made the effort futile, but his precarious footing caused his balance to fail and he took a slight step back to counter the assault. Landing on nothing, the moment’s uncertain stability caused Phillipe to call out in falling panic as he fell backwards. Christoph’s lunge was luckily timed with Alphonse’s following strike, which missed its target and left him vulnerable. Pumped with adrenaline from the minor victory, Christoph turned, grabbed the taller boy around the waist and threw him towards Pierre. The shock of the fightback left the other two momentarily stunned. Pierre raised his hands defensively against the oncoming figure of Alphonse but the smaller boy toppled under the lanky figure, taking Alphonse with him. All three were temporarily grounded.

Christoph saw the opportunity for escape and, abandoning his spilt bag of shopping, bolted back up the stairs to the central town plaza. Alphonse had quickly recovered and was only a few steps behind as Christoph charged out of the narrow alleyway entrance, almost taking down a passing delivery man. The man’s stout figure was the only thing that stopped him and his basket of meat-goods from toppling to the cobbled street below. Christoph wasn’t so steady. His rushing impact with the man span him off balance and he was now at the point of no return; his torso too far over his feet. The result was a careening, inevitable, topple forward. Phillipe and Pierre emerged from the alley just as the poor boy fell head-first towards the central stone dais; a decorative platform in the middle of the pedestrianised plaza that hosted a modest statue. Christoph’s palms were ripped raw from the impact; he just managed to catch his fall before his face was left to dampen the momentum. As he began lifting himself back up, he looked around to see the laughing mocking faces of shoppers and passers by — Christoph was known to most locally, whom all knew of his illegitimate birth. Alphonse stood close-by, laughing.

“Hey Christoph, worshipping the statue are you? Praying to be forgiven for being a filthy bastard? The statue won’t help you Christoph!” He turned to see his friends arrive. “Look, Phillipe! Our friend tripped himself over for us, what an idiot!”

“Eh Christoph, if you beat yourself up so much there won’t be anything left for us to do!” mocked Phillipe. People from all around stopped to watch the commotion. The dais — surrounded by al-fresco bars, cafés and restaurants — acted like a stage to the scene, providing a seated audience. The three boys continued to fling insults at Christoph, who remained on the ground embarrassed and bruised. A small crowd had now formed to spectate and they muttered amongst themselves while staring at the boy on the floor. Hatred of illegitimate children, wickedly indoctrinated into them since birth, blinded their compassion towards the outnumbered victim. Christoph rose to his feet and stood; scuffed; battered and bloody; facing his assailants and the surrounding townsfolk.

“Get out of here, bastard! You spread sin to us all!” shouted an aged woman. Staunch in her belief from a lifetime of dedication to a book, she threw a tomato at him in protest of what he was; a thick scowl etched across her heavily wrinkled face. The fruit failed to hit its target, but the act enforced her message. As if taking lead from the hunchbacked old lady, other members of the crowd started to join in.

“Yeah! Get out of our town boy. No one wants you or your filthy mother here!”

“Leave with that whore mother of yours! We don’t trust debauched immigrants moving to our town!”

“Listen to them, Christoph, everyone hates you! Leave and stop infecting our town with your bastard curse!” said Pierre. Alphonse and Phillipe just stood and laughed. The crowd thickened. Many didn’t share the hate-fuelled sentiment of some of the others, certainly not to the same degree at least, but the town was too close-knit to allow anyone to step out of line without being remembered for it later in church, and therefore possibly ostracised too. It was now a mob. The shared mentality blocked compassion and reason. All around others began laughing, taunting and insulting. Christoph felt helpless.

And then they came. A flung vegetable seemed to ricochet off nothing. The juices dripped down an invisible wall as a feint yellow glow appeared, highlighting its shape. The translucent barrier encircled the dais in a dome, barely visible save for a slight shimmer across its surface. The townsfolk escort bayan ümraniye became silent as they looked up, mystified by the odd occurrence. A bright light became visible at its peak, brilliant like the sun, but causing no pain to the eyes of the witnesses. A comforting warmth bathed them all and washed away their hostility. After a few moments it was clear that the light was descending. As it got closer, people could see that the light was formed of five separate lights, all close together. Gasps erupted from all around as the glowing orbs became the forms of five gloriously beautiful women, each one naked, with large white-feathered wings protruding from their back. The five gently landed on the stone floor around Christoph, their backs towards him. Golden halos, floating above their heads, drifted upwards to meet at the dome’s top. The crowd stared, awestruck, as the five naked angels stood silently. Only the sounds of people shuffling and whispered prayers interrupted the muted amazement. The five turned simultaneously to face Christoph.

“Christoph, you are the holy son of our Lord and father. Child to a human mother, you have been born as man and nurtured amongst men. Now of mature age, your purpose on this Earth shall be realised. Your words shall guide, your body shall be shared, and your seed shall cleanse. The sin that saturates this world is perpetuated by the worship of false idols. Humans have lost their understanding of the path shown to them by the First. Man now possesses a more judgemental mind; the sheep must be led by a more certain shepherd. Christoph, you will guide man down the path of good. Your seed shall give birth to those that will follow in your duty. Man shall be true to their Lord and father once more. Through us you shall father the first of your five children. These babes shall be your first disciples. Together, they shall save humanity from the path of sin. As has been declared by our Lord and father. We speak in his name.” The angels spoke in unison and their words were heard by all.

The five women stepped forward. Christoph was mesmerised by their naked bodies and their prodigious announcement. He was too shocked by it all to really take it in. They stepped forward again, surrounding him closely. A full-circle of perfect dome-like breasts, almost side-by-side, pressed against him. He looked up at the angels’ faces. They were like quintuplets; five almost-identical women, with only subtle differences in their features. All five were the most beautiful creatures he had ever seen. Their skin was flawless; taut over alluring faces and fading seamlessly into gorgeous supple pink lips, glistening blue eyes and golden-blonde hair. Christoph ached with desire for the women surrounding him. He felt their hands upon him as they began to unfasten and remove his clothing. Before he knew it, the angels had him fully undressed. They all took a step back simultaneously, as if performing a bizarre medieval dance, and threw his garments clear to one side. The angels gazed upon him. Christoph’s penis was firmly erect and as stiff as a soldier stood to attention. He was a virgin — another teasing point amongst his peers — and so was awash with self-conscious anxiety about the sex to come. ‘Do angels even care how well I perform?’ he thought to himself. He could feel the heat from the halos above warming his skin and making it glow in their light. It made his skin appear to radiate energy. A shift in stance of an onlooker stole his attention from the angels. Suddenly he realised how large a crowd had gathered. All were transfixed by the holy event, no matter how lewd it was clearly about to become. Christoph then suddenly remembered he was naked and his cheeks shot red with embarrassment. It was like a dream in which one is suddenly nude, surrounded by friends and family. He quickly covered his manhood with his hands. The entire town was now in audience, stood packed together at the dome’s reach. There was no pushing or shoving or vying for best vantage point though, everyone seemed at peace. They had become intoxicated with the pure good that emanated from the golden disks of light overhead and so placed themselves in optimum locations for as many to view the scene as possible.

Christoph suddenly startled in reaction to a soft hand placed upon the crevice of his backside. He turned to look behind him as the first of the angels stepped forward. Her breasts pressed against his naked back and the connection of her flesh on his ran wonderful shivers through his body. Her facial expression hosted a reassuring smile, with the slight hint of ‘I’m going to fuck your brains out’ laced between the lines of her curved pink lips. He turned his head back round to look at the other angels who all then stepped forward once more. Ten soft palms were placed upon his body, clasping around the shapes of his buttocks, thighs, fingers and cock. He juddered from their touch as his body became awash with uncontrollable sexual excitement. Each angels’ right hand started stroking up his body and back down, while their left hands caressed around his crotch and waist. Christoph exhaled with stuttered breaths as their fingernails glided across his skin. The new sensation of being touched by a woman sensually was unlocked within him and it bayan escort was exquisite. His eyelids were half closed and head lolled back as the angels continued their stimulation. They all then reached their hands up above his head, meeting at the fingertips. Christoph came down from his reverie and looked to see what they were doing. The angels each looked up at their connected hands as an orb of light appeared at the centre. It grew, and after a few seconds, burst, rushing through the bodies of the six with an aura of golden light. The five angels moaned with delight as their nipples became pert and their muscles tensed. Christoph moaned also as his penis seemed to get even harder and his body brimmed with energy. All his injuries from the fracas with the bullies were healed. Then, with a gentle fluid motion, the angels began to bend their knees, and slowly lowered to a crouch, their fingers gliding down his body.

The sex dance, as it seemed to the crowd, left five backsides thrust out towards them. The angels’ wings were parted slightly, lying relaxed on the ground to each side of their bodies. The women were hairless between the legs, giving a clear view of their glistening pink mounds. Every man and boy within the audience became filled with sexual lust so intense that their erections felt like burning rockets in their pants, trying ferociously to fire straight into the inviting holes. The dome’s unknown force kept them in place and the pacifying aura of the halos prevented them from acting on their arousal. The females of the crowd felt neither anger nor jealousy towards their male partners, clearly aware of their desire for the holey women, but instead became warm in the loins themselves, a growing desire for Christoph.

Christoph gazed around at the villagers while the angels were bowed down, their hands resting upon his feet. He was still rose-cheeked with embarrassment at the centre of the nude show. The crowd’s faces were unreadable to him, but he remembered well their scorn of only ten minutes prior. He started to lose some of his vigour as he noticed those familiar to him amongst them. Feelings of hate rolled through his mind. Then he felt the first tongue. Once again he was rock-hard as arousal shot through his cock like a bullet from a gun. At that moment he realised he no longer cared. ‘Fuck these people! Fuck their opinions of me!’ he thought. He looked down to see five golden heads of wavy blonde hair around his feet. The angels’ moist red tongues began licking slowly up his legs, their hands clenched around his ankles for support. The soft wet tips continued up his body, now tracing lines along his thighs from all angles. Judders rampaged through him as the five neared his crotch. Deep moans emanated from within his throat, barely hidden behind exhales of breath, as the angels reached his erogenous zones. One angel took the central lead at the rear, while two moved to the front and two to his sides. In unison, they all began to stimulate his sexual organs. The two angels at either side softly pulled apart his cheeks while licking at the crevices formed by his tensed buttocks. The angel at the rear began to circle his exposed anus with her tongue, occasionally teasing the hole with a flick across the middle. At the front, on either side, a tongue lapped at each testicle with long slow strokes, snaking around the oval shapes and pulling them into their mouths. Hands stroked softly with the tips of their fingernails up the insides of his legs, playing with his perineum; the sensitive skin between his balls and ass. The angels at his sides took his fingers into their mouths one-by-one, sucking and licking them like cocks. Their faces were filled with sexual deviance and Christoph wondered if perhaps their halos were temporarily abandoned, rather than simply to support the dome. He didn’t care. Seeing their full wet lips encircled around his fingers, sucking with only his pleasure in mind, stopped him from caring if they were holy messengers or demonic succubi.

Christoph’s cock throbbed with excitement. Rhythmic pulses ran through it, making it bounce comically. The two angels at his front smiled up at him and placed a hand each around his shaft to restrain it. They then looked down at the large rod of flesh before them and began licking. The flat of their tongues enveloped his length on either side as they moved up it slowly, their heads tilted sideways. As they reached the tip; a glistening bead of pre-cum shining at the centre; the two angels’ mouths met. They kissed each other passionately; their lips still sandwiched around the head of his penis. The two women’s tongues played with the large end of his extremity, circling around the sensitive edge. Christoph gripped the hair of the two angels at his flanks, their tongues now stroking his hips and buttocks once more. They giggled, knowing he was well-stimulated to require handles, and then continued their work. Suddenly Christoph gasped as he was pierced from behind by the fifth’s tongue, the warm oral muscle entering his ass-hole. She twisted and turned her head, allowing her tongue to stroke all angles of his entry. The initial sense of repulsion with which Christoph regarded the act was quickly quenched by how absolutely amazing it felt. The two angels servicing his front then separated; one lowering to return to solo-duty on his balls, the other wrapping her lips fully around the head of his cock. He moaned with pleasure as the latter then lowered herself down on him, taking his entire length into her throat, and the former taking an entire testicle in her mouth and sucking it within.

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An Afternoon in Cap D’Agde

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This is not really a story, it is more of a report. All information is as accurate as I remember it. No personal information will be provided.

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Me and my girlfriend took a trip to the south of France in the summer of 2017, and I decided to include a visit to the Cartier Naturist of Cap d’Agde to our route, because I had read (and seen a lot of videos) about it.

We were staying about 80 km away (50 mi), and due to the heavy traffic it took us almost 2 hours to get there, so we only arrived at the entrance office around 13:00. Parking outside was easy, and getting the day ticket was quick.

After getting back in the car, and entering the village, we started to look for a place to park, which wasn’t easy. Unknowingly we were almost leaving the village, just because we couldn’t find any parking place, but then I did a slightly irregular U-turn, and managed to find a spot in a park near the entrance.

That small “trip” around the village gave us our first impression: about half the people we saw walking around were using “normal” clothes (shorts and t-shirts, or beach dresses), about a third would be using “beachwear” (bikinis, trunks, etc.) and only a few would be completely naked. (Keep in mind it was around 13h00, so there weren’t many people walking around in the hot sun).

Instead of going directly to the beach we decided to go through the Port Ambonne building, to checkout the stores and restaurants on the ground floor. There I would say most people were nude, or dressed in a sexy way (lingerie, transparent sundress, etc). It was quite interesting to see people walking around in the nude, doing their shopping or just browsing the shops. Most of the shops were selling sexy lingerie, maybe with a focus on faux leather/wet look models. The lingerie was probably overpriced, but you could get things form 10e upwards, it all depends on what you want.

Leaving the building we actually got a bit lost, and just tesettürlü escort wandered in the harbor before finding our way to the beach. On the way we walked by a few bars/restaurants with outside tables, and there I’d say most people were fully nude.

When we finally got to the beach, there was no doubt what kind of beach it was: everybody was nude. You might see just a few people wearing clothes, but they would be leaving or arriving. Because of what I had read, I knew we should walk a bit to the left (when looking at the sea) to get to the “bay of pigs”, where the “action” really happens.

So we walked, and walked, and walked (it seemed forever) until we went past the last beach bar (a wood building with a lot of sun loungers at the front). The reason I knew we had arrived at the “action” part of beach was because the beach after that last bar was MUCH more crowded that the beach before it. On the “regular” beach you could easily find a spot to lay down your towel, but there, on the “action” beach, it was almost impossible. So we had to walk still a little bit further, until we found a small opening were we could setup our stuff.

And only then did we notice that we had left our sunshade in the car. So I had to walk all the way back to the car, and then back to the far side of the beach. When I finally settled down on the beach I started to look around, sensing the “atmosphere”. It was pretty varied, from young couples to couples past their 60’s, with a few single men, and even a group of a few gay men, everybody just enjoying the sun and the sea. I’d say that around 90% of the people (men and women) were completely shaved, and I did see at least one butt plug. Occasionally I’d spot some hand rubbing sunscreen a little too enthusiastically on their partner’s intimate region, but everybody was more or less behaving like in any other beach.

Around 14:30, I was looking straight at the sea and I noticed a woman ümraniye eskort who was lying in a large sunshade with two men. She got up, walked to the middle of the two men, sat down, and started talking with them. After a few laughs she started stroking the younger of the two guys, and it didn’t took long until she started blowing him.

Immediately some people started to gather around them, and another woman, who I hadn’t seen previously, also sat down near that couple. After a quick talk, she too started blowing that guy. I can’t say it was a menage à trois because it looked like the other (older) guy went behind the first girl and took her doggy style (so it was actually a foursome). At least that was what it looked like to me, but by this time there were so many people around them that I couldn’t clearly see anything.

Most of the people around them were single men (a lot of them wanking off), but there were a few couples too. After maybe 10 minutes, there was some applause from the audience, and the group dispersed. The first woman and the two men went to the sea to clean themselves and I didn’t see the other woman again.

After that first “show” I guess everybody started to feel more “at ease”, and you could clearly see handjobs and blowjobs anywhere you looked. Many couples would come to this part of the beach, put down their towel, play for a while, and then leave. One such pair put their towel just next to ours, maybe 10cm away (4 inches), played with each other for a while, then the woman laid down, her belly on the towel, and her partner got on top of her. He fucked her from behind, right there, inches from my towel.

Of course this attracted a few single men, but the couple didn’t care. It was actually funny looking at those single men, going from one place to the next, following the “action” going on everywhere on the beach (and even on the sea). A small gathering would form in one place, last a few escort şişli minutes, then the group would split and reassemble somewhere else.

Around 18:00 the number of people on the beach had clearly started to decrease, but there was still plenty of action around. In fact that first girl again went to the younger guy and started blowing him. The difference this time was the fact he was standing up, and she was on her knees in front of him. After a while, he went to his bag, got a condom, and placed himself behind her. He fucked her doggy style for a while, and I believe he even butt-fucked her, because of the scream and face she made when he repositioned himself. He then proceed to take out the condom and have her blow him again, before he came on top of her ass.

All this while the other (older) guy was just watching. What I found really “interesting” is that after this second fuck, the girl and the older guy left towards the village, while the younger guy stayed a bit longer on the beach, before going straight to the dunes (probably heading for the camping site). I guess the older guy just enjoyed watching is partner getting a couple of good fucks from the younger guy.

On our way back to the village I did notice another “fun” scene: A group of 3 or 4 couples sitting in a small circle, near the sea. One of the girls would blow her partner, then get back on the conversation, the again blow him,… just like if it was the most natural thing in the world to do in that situation.

When we left the beach there was a large cue at the showers, with a lot of people washing the salt off, so we just went back to our car, again walking through the Port Ambonne building. The crowd there was now somewhat more “dressed”, but in a very sexy way, with a lot of transparencies, or with some “non-covering” clothes. Just as an example, I did see a woman in over the knee boots and a very mini-skirt (or maybe it was just a belt) that totally exposed her pussy. The night seemed to promise a lot of fun, but we had to leave.

Was it worth going to Cap D’Agde? Definitively yes, and we will someday go back, for a longer stay. It’s probably not for everyone, but if you have an open mind, and enjoy sex, go for it!

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An Uncomfortable Pillow

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I was starting the second year of university, after barely managing to be able to scrape through and pass my first year. An excess of partying and other activities associated with student life developed into a poor attendance and performance record and it was no surprise that my guidance councillor made numerous threats to thrown me off my course unless my grades and attendance greatly improved this year.

I was on a degree course with an old friend, Katy, a girl I had met when I started college and who I instantly hit it off with and we became close friends. I would be lying if I was to say that my initial intentions were to be more than plutonic, but she made it clear from the start that she had a boyfriend and that we were only friends. Katy was a very polite and well-mannered girl, from a wealthy family and a strict upbringing. She was also stunningly beautiful tall leggy blond with hazel eyes and a slim body that every one of my girlfriends to date had envied and accused me of touching at some point or another, something that I had never had the chance of doing.

Although she made a point of making it known she had a boyfriend I quickly found out after we became friends that she was in fact in the middle of the death throes of her long-term relationship. However by the time it messily ended we had, much to my annoyance, entered the friend zone, the place where two members of the opposite sex become extremely close without sex getting in the way. Yes, it’s a female thing; I would have quite easily slept with Katy given half a chance.

When we finished college I enrolled at a local university, Katy jumped onto my course just as it was about to begin. She had vowed to leave education after college and get a full time job with her father’s accountants firm but at the last minute decided to give the university thing a go. The excessive partying in our first year was mainly down to her influence; Kat, as I had affectionately come to know her, had become a party animal. We would drink in bars most afternoons then go to clubs and the student union bar until the early hours of the next morning, sometimes ending up at stranger’s houses, or each others, not sleeping until noon if we slept at all. It was no surprise then, that Katy had been warned about improving her performance as well.

This was a far cry from the Kat that I first met at college who was an A student and although not whiter than white that she would never have been on an academic warning. It was after she had gone through her break up from her long-term boyfriend that she drastically changed, along with the excessive partying she also began having various one night stands and doing things I would never have thought she would do. She would meet guys on night outs and have sex with them in the toilets or in dark corners, or if she didn’t have sex with them she would bring them off either manually or by a blow job. All of this she would tell me the next day, or in some instances straight afterwards pointing the lucky bastard out to me. After hearing these tales I would go straight to my current girlfriend and bang the shit out of her or in periods of being single, go home and jerk off.

Because, despite her new relaxed attitude towards vip escort casual sex, Kat still treated me like her best friend, although she didn’t mind me seeing her half dressed or in states of undress on the odd occasion we would sleep in the same room together or when she would get changed in my dorm. However, I never actually got to see anything of interest, bra and panties stuff mainly, which was still enough to give me visions for the wank bank for later.

So due to the threats from our guidance councillors we both decided to settle down and actually attend lectures and turn up to seminars in our second year, no matter how boring they were. Kat came up with an idea that would enable us to still both carry on partying and manage to attend our lectures and seminars as well. We would sit towards the back of our lecture theatres and take turns staying awake, one of us would make notes while the other slept. It was on a particular boring lecture-riddled day after an especially hard night of partying that our friendship finally left the Friend Zone.

We had been to an all-night party at a friend’s new place, Kat had partied quite hard, dancing on a table in her underwear at one point ( a party trick she was doing more often now, to no red blooded guys complaint) and then passing out drunk a couple of times before waking to drink more. I was quite amazed that she actually turned up to our morning lecture dressed in jeans and a cut off T-Shirt sporting shades, even hung over she still managed to look smoking hot. Her long hair tied back in a ponytail, low cut T-shirt showing generous toned midriff and I knew just by looking at her as she huffed and sat next to me that I was going to be staying awake in all our lectures today. Our first lecture was a subject that bored me to death and I was hoping for a brief moment that Kat would take notes in this one, I was wrong, as soon as the lecturer walked in and said hello she curled up over two seats and started to fall asleep with her head resting on my leg in her usual position; using the top of my leg as a pillow.

I started to concentrate on what the lecturer was saying and took some notes until Kat mumbled and complained something about not being comfy enough and she snuggled further up so that her head was almost in my lap. Now I was wearing my usual hung over clothes; loose tracksuit bottoms and a jogging top, thus there was definite contact with her lovely blond head, and my now twitching prick. I was contemplating gently moving her away but when I looked down I was given the most perfect view right down her T-shirt, it was low cut to begin with but had now sort of fell open at the front due to her position. She was bra less.

All the times frustrated at only seeing her half-dressed before I was now happily making up for it, staring endlessly at her perfect milky orbs taking in every detail, to top the moment off one of her nipples was now hard and digging lightly into my leg. The view and situation suddenly all become too much to handle and my cock started to harden, my moment of unrestrained voyeurism was now going terribly wrong. My prick was growing quickly and bursting to be released, I tried to reposition my groin but her head was half on gecelik escort my lap and there was no way to avoid the inevitable. Before I knew it I was rock hard and I could feel the pressure of an obstruction on my cock head, it must have been poking against the side of her face. She must have felt it because she kept stirring and adjusting her position, never too much because I kept catching glimpses of her beautiful bare cleavage down her top which in turn added fuel to my straining member.

And it was in this position I stayed for the next two hours, too scared to move a muscle as my main muscle pressed through my pants against my gorgeous friends head as she lay exposing her amazing assets to me which despite all my willpower I kept glancing at. I was trapped between heaven and hell, right until the end of the lecture when the noise of everyone leaving woke Katy up, she was groggy and sat up eyes half closed and a little befuddled, she yawned and stretched looking stunning, then she smiled at me and started to gather her things. As she was distracted I quickly covered myself up with my note pad and bag and once she was ready we headed to or next lecture.

As I predicted it was me who had to stay awake in all of the lectures that day, not that I minded because Kat slept in almost an identical position every lecture and I was forced to endure the torture of her pretty face so close to my raging hardon and an unobstructed view down her top showing at least one of her awesome breasts in its naked entirety every time.

It was our final lecture of the day, and to my joy we were going to be shown a film about some research so I did not have to take down notes, although this also meant the lights were off and I was not able to look down Kats top anymore. True to form though as soon as the lights dimmed she planted her head straight into my lap, this time directly into my crotch and even applying some force as she snuggling into it, I became instantly hard at this action and as my member throbbed beneath her Kat began to grumble and make exasperated noises.

She suddenly sat up and asked me what was up, I pretended to not know what she was talking about feigning ignorance when my eyes nearly popped from my head as she put her hand directly onto my cock grabbing it lightly through my pants and said “this, why is it like this?” I was glad the lights were out because I went bright red, I then I summoned up some courage and replied “well why do you think?”

Initially not answering Kat put her head back down but this time on top of her hand which although was no longer grabbing me, was directly on my crotch. My heart was racing at the touch I had received and due to where her hand was when she turned to look upwards at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and said “why? because a girl has her head on it?”

I just nodded and looked straight ahead at the film which I had no idea where we at in it or what it was about to that matter, two men sat talking about some boring stuff, I noticed Kat still waiting for me to answer so I simply stated, “Well of course a girl’s head in my lap is going to do that to me, no matter who it is.” Kat let out a laugh before saying “why, because you think they eskort are going to give you a blowjob?” I shot her a mock look of shock deciding not to answer that and then continued to pretend to watch the film.

At this point my cock was raging, Kat was moving and fidgeting with her position and every time she shifted her hand applied gentle pressure to my dick and it was flexing in response, after staying still for a few minutes she started to wiggle about and shift position again, she then sighed loudly and sat up again asking irate “can you make it stop being like this I cannot get comfy” and she poked it once through my pants. My brain began to tick over a myriad of ideas as to where this could lead but I was not going to take any chances so I carried on looking forward at the screen and simply shrugged as a reply.

Kat huffed again and placed her head back down then lifted it up before laying it down again, my cock was now very hard after the handling and thoughts that I had begun having, she exhaled heavily in annoyance and then to my shock she grabbed my prick through my tracksuit, tightly in a fist, “This has made me uncomfortable all day” she declared before releasing her grip and pulling down my tracksuit bottoms and whipping my prick out from shorts in a fluid movement. My cock sprang up eager, my heart was in my mouth, I was slightly panicked at the public place I was now exposing myself in but I could not say or do anything; I was froze in a mixture of shock and sexually fuelled anticipation.

That lasted for a brief moment however as Kat clearly planned to do something and I did not have to wait long to find out what. Without speaking or ceremony she took my dick straight into her mouth, it was like a dream to me, her lovely blonde pigtailed head in my crotch with her pretty mouth wrapped firmly around my manhood. She had an amazing technique, using just the right sucking force while slowly pumping my cock with her hand and occasionally using her tongue to add to the pleasure. Kat was on a mission, this was not a blowjob for foreplay or a drunken fumble it had a purpose and she was sharply achieving that purpose.

Her pace quickened, I was groaning lightly and I could now hear the noise of the blowjob over the drone of the boring film, any concern I had about others noticing or hearing had long been sent packing; all I cared about was that I was getting head from my gorgeous female friend. I could feel the inevitable build-up and Kat felt me tense up she kept going and I came with force, I could hear the squirts shooting in her mouth and down the back of her throat, to her credit Kat kept her lips tight around my member and was swallowing it all. I had use a lot of restraint and gritted my teeth in order to stop myself from screaming out in pleasure as my orgasm subsided and waves of pleasure flooded through me, I was bucking gently as my cock deflated in my friend’s mouth. Kat released my now spent and flaccid prick from her mouth and tucked it gingerly back into my shorts and pulled my pants back up, replacing her head back into my lap she muttered “that’s better” before snuggling up close to me, her head firmly on my lap and fell back asleep.

After another half hour or so the lights came back on and people began to file out of the lecture theatre, I remained seated with Kat sleeping soundly in my lap, the biggest grin in the world across my face, thinking to myself, “Our friendship has just got a little closer”.

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Amber was a nurse in a small office in a conservative southern city. Although she had been married for more than five years, she was not happy in her marriage. Her two young children kept her busy when she was not working, and she rarely was alone with her husband.

Amber was about 5’6″ and weighed about 120 pounds. She has green eyes and a blinding smile, her long light blonde hair hung well past her shoulders. Many people thought she looked a little like Kirsten Dunst, although she was much prettier…and much sexier.

Amber herself was satisfied with her looks, although she wished her breasts — 34C, were bigger. Amber thought her most attractive assets were her cute bottom and her long, sexy legs. She always dressed to show off those assets, especially when she went to the beach or laid out by the pool. She had an amazingly large collection of bikinis, almost all string bikinis, and usually bought them a little too small. As a result, they clung to her bottom and the ties showed her legs and sexy hips. The tops showed her cleavage to its best advantage.

Amber had thought about becoming a model when she was in high school, and had even made a little money modeling. The greatest benefit of this experience was working with make-up artists who showed her how to enhance her good looks. Amber learned how to apply make-up in such a way that her eyes seemed to glow and gave her a magnetic look. Also, she realized that her full lips were very sexy when they were enhanced by deep red lipstick. More than once she was embarrassed hearing photographers tell her that men would have such fantasies when they saw her pictures. Although she exuded an all-American girl charm, her piercing eyes and full red lips would make men dream of her lips wrapped around them.

Amber had always found her sex appeal to be helpful. As a new driver, she had escaped a few speeding tickets by smiling at the police officer and letting her skirt ride up a little so he could see her thighs. She realized how much men enjoyed looking at her, and she was happy to let them look.

Sometimes it seemed the only man who wasn’t interested in looking at her was her own husband. He had been very attentive when they first met and when they were dating. He was the first man she’d ever slept with — although it hadn’t been sleeping, or even in bed. She had lost her virginity to him in the front seat of his Mustang! When they first were married, the sex was wonderful, but it soon lost its charm.

After many years, she began to realize it had begun to go wrong when he was going to college after they were married. She had a good job and was able to support them both. He began to resent that, it seemed. His hurtful comments became more common. Even when they made love, he became hurtful — he was very rough, often leaving her in tears and unsatisfied.

Still, she put up with it. She began to believe his hurtful comments. She thought she was fat, ugly, stupid, and unattractive.

Traci disagreed. Traci was a friend she had made after meeting her at a work-related conference. They hit it off right away, and kept in touch. Later, they began to find conferences they could both go to and they’d meet up. They had a lot of fun together.

Actually, they were opposites in many ways. Traci was a nice-looking woman who was very outgoing and seemed to have no trouble getting men. Although Amber was much more attractive, she had not been so lucky. She’d had a few affairs with men she’d worked with and had let a few men pick her up when she was out of town on business, but nothing very meaningful.

Traci seemed to have designs on Amber herself. She often made comments about Ambers looks and about her body. They’d gone on a few trips together, and Traci always suggested they share a room to save money. It seemed that Traci enjoyed watching Amber.

Traci made other suggestions. She enjoyed helping Amber dress and managed to caress Amber breasts when she did it. Since Amber didn’t object, Traci went farther. the closest they came to having sex was when they hugged, kissed a little, and rubbed their bare breasts against each other.

Traci did convince Amber to pose in some of her lingerie and let Traci take pictures. Although Amber was more than just a little embarrassed. The pictures were very good though — Amber looked very sexy in her matching bra, panties, and garter belt with stockings.

It was Traci who fixed Amber up with Steve, the guy in Miami. They were both there for another conference. It seemed that Traci knew guys everywhere.

Amber decided she would have fun on her blind date. She dressed for fun. She wore all black, from her tiny black thong, to a matching low cut black demi bra, black garter belt and black stockings. She topped it off with her little black dress — not too short, she thought, sleeveless, and low cut enough to show off her breasts. She realized she would have to be a little careful so her stocking tops would not be on display fatih escort bayan while she sat, but then realized that here cleavage might be enough distraction. She smiled at the thought.

She was a study in contrasts. Her long pale blonde hair hung part way down her back and looked even lighter against the black dress. Her pale skin also looked lighter against the dress. This in turn made her deep red lipstick look even bolder. Her piercing blue eyes sparkled.

Amber knew she looked incredible. This knowledge, as well as the feeling of her dress sliding against her bare bottom, made her feel excited and exciting.

Amber found Steve to be very attractive. He was about six feet tall, and appeared to be in good shape. He was a few years older than Amber. She thought he was Spanish, with his dark good looks, but he was Canadian. Then, she thought her first impression was correct since, after he took her to a Cuban restaurant, he spoke fluent Spanish.

They sat at an outside table, lit by a single candle. It was quite romantic.

Steve ordered for her — something that made her a little nervous, since she was not familiar with Cuban food. He ordered in Spanish and would not let her look at the menu, which made her even more nervous.

Steve ordered a bottle of wine and Amber had a glass very quickly to ease her nervousness. Although she usually did not drink much, she did not object when Steve refilled her glass. In fact, she immediately began to sip from it.

They sat close together at the small table, with their knees often touching. As they talked while waiting for dinner, Steve reached down and rested his hand on Ambers knee. When she sat, her skirt had ridden up a bit, so the hem of her skirt was almost to mid-thigh. Steve took advantage of this, and began sliding his hand along her nylon covered leg from her knee to the hem of her dress.

Amber had always enjoyed the feel of a man’s appreciative hand caressing her hose covered legs. Almost unconsciously, she opened her legs a little to allow better access. After doing so, she looked up and noticed that a man at a nearby table was intently watching Steve’s hand. With a mischievous smile, Amber opened her legs thinking to herself that the other man might enjoy seeing her stocking tops — black against her tanned legs. Even in the dim conditions, she though he might be able to see the contrast.

As Amber watched him, she could see his eyes widen, even in the low light. She made eye contact with him, and he seemed to blush and turned away. She smiled at having caught him, and thought “Gotcha” to herself.

While this was happening, Steve felt her legs open and took it as an invitation to continue caressing her legs. He became more adventurous, and found his fingertips at her stocking tops. The discovery that she was wearing stockings excited him. Amber was watching and loved the expression of surprise on his face. His surprise turned to enjoyment as he let his fingers roam along her stocking top — sliding them into her stockings and along the garter strap. As his fingertips touched her bare inner thighs, she felt herself beginning to get wet.

As Steve explored her thighs, her skirt slid up to the point where her stocking tops were clearly in view. When the waiter brought dinner, she tried to pull her skirt down, but Steve’s strong had stopped her: “Let him see how beautiful you are,” Steve said. At that, Steve slid her dress up higher so the garter strap was visible. The waiter certainly noticed this happening. For the rest of the evening, the waiter was very attentive.

When dinner was over, Steve asked the waiter for a dessert suggestion. The waiter smiled and said he knew just the thing. In a few minutes, he returned with a dish that was to die for. It was a frozen coconut ice cream with a rich brownie-like cake on the side. All covered by a drizzle of what appeared to be dark chocolate. The waiter said the sauce was 125-year-old balsamic vinegar, or something like that. Amber was hesitant to try it, but as Steve fed her, she loved it.

The perfect ending to the meal was dark, strong Cuban coffee and 150-proof Gran Marnier. By the time she was done, Amber was feeling as relaxed as she had in a long time, but also very excited.

Steve walked Amber back to her hotel. She was surprised to learn he had a room in the same hotel, which he proved to her by showing her his key. He asked her to come to his room for a nightcap, and was disappointed when she declined. She then smiled and told him she thought her room was better. It was, Amber had charmed the desk clerk for an upgrade and was booked in a top-floor two-room suite with two large windows on the bedroom and sliders in the sitting room that opened to a small terrace overlooking Ocean Drive and Collins Avenue, with a view of the water. Amber had enjoyed sitting on the terrace, sipping coffee and watching the cruise ships leave at night and the cargo ships arrive in the morning.

Steve sarıyer escort bayan was thrilled with the idea of visiting Amber in her room. When they got there, he made himself comfortable removing his suit jacket and loosening his tie. Amber had most of a bottle of wine left from before leaving for dinner, so they each had a glass and walked out onto the terrace. Amber was a little nervous when Steve sat on her lounge chair and asked he to come closer. She moved closer and leaned against the rail, looking out over the water.

Steve walked up behind her and lifted her long blonde hair to the side, exposing the back of her neck. He leaned closer, and began to lightly kiss her neck. While kissing her, Steve began to move closer and, all of a sudden, Amber felt his hardness rub against her. The wetness she had felt before returned.

As they stood on the terrace, Amber felt Steve’s strong hands exploring her body through her dress. As he kissed and licked her bare shoulders, his hands moved down her sides to her waist, then around to the front and up to her breasts. She moaned as she felt his hands squeeze her breasts through her dress and her lacy bra. She moaned even more when he found her hard nipples and began to squeeze and pull on them through her clothes.

His hands began to explore again, and moved down her sides to her hips. As he caressed her hips, his hands began to slide her dress higher. As her stocking tops came into view, Amber began to wonder if the people on other terraces could see what was happening. Although the room lights were not on, there was some light coming from other rooms and a soft glow bathed the front of the hotel. Amber knew the contrast between her almost white blonde hair and her black dress would be noticeable, and that as her dress slid higher up her thighs, the contrast between the black dress, stockings, and garter belt against her pale skin also would be noticeable.

When Steve’s hands began caressing her thighs and stocking tops and his fingers began tracing her garter straps along her legs, she decided she did not care. As his strong hands began to encircle her thighs and move toward the front of her panties, she knew she would not care if anyone saw her. Her only thoughts were of her own pleasure.

Before long, Steve had her skirt above her waist and she heard his gasp when he realized she was wearing a thong. The contrast between her black lingerie and the smooth white skin was striking. She felt his hands caress her bottom and then they moved to her hips again. Suddenly, she felt his hard cock rubbing against her bottom. The rough material of his pants pulled the thong deeper between her cheeks. The sensation was driving her crazy.

Amber knew she could not take much more of the sensation. She told him to stop and turned around. When she did, she saw the disappointment in his eyes. She smiled as her hands moved to the front of his slacks. Wondering if he was as big as she thought, she began rubbing her hands along his hard cock. It certainly seemed to her that it was huge. Still wanting to know, she slowly unzipped his slacks and slid her hand inside. She wrapped her fingers around him and pulled him out.

Now it was her turn to gasp. He was huge, he looked to be ten inches or more. Never having seen a cock this large, Amber could only guess. She was entranced as she dropped to her knees, and wrapped her bright re, full lips around his cock.

Now it was Steve’s turn to be surprise. Here he was, outside on the terrace of a large hotel, at night but not in the dark. This incredibly beautiful woman with long blonde hair covering her black dress was sucking his cock with complete abandon. He knew that anyone looking in their direction could see her pale bottom exposed above the black stockings. Before he lost all control, Steve told Amber to wait, then asked her to stand so they could go inside.

Amber stood, but never released her hold on Steve’s hard cock. As they walked into the room, she held him and led him inside.

Once inside Amber’s room, Steve told her he wanted to look at her first. He stood behind her and lowered the zipper on her dress. As the zipper was lowered, he saw the pale skin of her back, then the back of her little strapless black bra. As the zipper went further, he saw the black garter belt and the thin black waistband of her thong. He could just see the top of the swell of her bottom.

Steve moved his hands back to Amber’s shoulders and slide them under her dress. Moving his hands at the same time, he lifted her dress from her shoulders and away from her body. Slowly, seeming almost to be in slow motion, her dress fell to the floor. Steve could only stare.

Still standing behind her, Steve’s eyes were drawn to the beautiful sight before him. Amber’s long legs sheathed in sheer black stockings; the darker hose with the garters attached framing her upper thighs and hips. The thin garter belt and the waistband umraniye escort of her black thong completed the frame. Her soft, smooth, pale, round bottom was surrounded in black. Steve could not take his eyes from her.

Steve felt like he was in a trance. Finally, he asked Amber to walk around the room so he could look at her. Amber was happy to oblige.

Amber moved fluidly and unselfconsciously. Although there was a light on in the room, Amber did not seem to mind walking in front of the window with its still-open curtains. Steve loved the thought of other men seeing her. As Amber walked, Steve lightly stroked his still hard cock.

Finally, Steve could resist no longer. He called Amber over to him and began caressing her body. He told her to lie on the bed and began caressing her nylon-covered legs, starting at her feet and kissing his way upward. Amber moaned when Steve kissed the backs of her knees. She loved his lips touching her bare skin at her stocking tops, and shivered as his tongue traced her garter straps along the backs of her thighs.

Steve could not control himself when he reached her bottom. Even as she lay on the bed, the swell of her bottom where it joined her thighs was evident. Steve could not resist and began kissing and licking her bottom. Amber had always known that men, and some women, admired her round bottom. Although she enjoyed showing it in her tight bikinis, and had felt more than a few hands caressing it, she had never felt anyone’s lips on it.

Amber closed her eyes and enjoyed the soft touch of Steve’s lips. His light growth of beard was a rough contrast to his soft lips. As Steve kissed her bottom. Amber moved her leg so her nylon-covered calf touched Steve’s hard cock.

Amber’s concentration was broken when she felt Steve’s fingers begin to trace the thin string of her thong as it went between the cleavage of her bottom. She drew a breath when she felt him lean over and follow his fingertips with his tongue. No one had ever touched her this intimately before. As Steve touched, and licked, and kissed her, she began to get wetter. She moaned and felt herself lifting her bottom to give Steve better access.

Steve wanted Amber to wait; he did not want her to have release just yet. He reached up to her bra and unhooked it. Then he turned her over and removed the bra.

Amber felt a little self-conscious because she always thought her breasts could be bigger. Steve seemed to enjoy them, however, as he kissed them and licked them and sucked on them. He told them he had been waiting all night to see her breasts. She loved when he squeezed her nipples and pulled on them.

Steve began sucking on her breasts again and, as he did so, he slid his hand down across Amber’s stomach and finally reached between her legs. He smiled when he felt how wet her thong was.

Steve rubbed his fingertips along the thin material of Amber’s thong, and felt the wetness grow. He increased the pressure until he was able to slide the material between her lips. When he did that, Amber moaned loudly. Steve continued the pressure until Amber’s lips completely surrounded the thong.

Amber had always kept herself clean-shaven and then had begun undergoing the torture of regular bikini waxing. Luckily, with her fine blonde hair, the upkeep was not too painful. Amber never doubted that it was worth it, though. She loved the bare look and it allowed her to wear smaller bikini bottoms without worrying about anything showing.

Steve obviously loved the look. As his fingers caressed her and her lips became more visible, he was thrilled to see that she was completely bare.

Amber felt like she was drifting on a cloud as Steve continued sucking on her breasts while his fingers played with her lips. After a few minutes, he slid his fingers beneath her thong and began to play with her lips directly. He moved his fingers up and down between her lips, rubbing on her clitoris and sliding them inside her. Amber was in heaven.

Finally, Amber could not hold back. She shocked herself when she yelled at Steve “Fuck me, please!” Steve did not have to be asked twice. He undid his belt and dropped his pants. His cock stood straight up as he stood there. He took Amber by her ankles and pulled her close to the edge of the bed. He lifted her legs up and, as he held her ankles with one hand, he pulled her thong to the side. Then, he rested her ankles on his shoulders and took his hard cock and slid it into her.

Amber did not think she could take it all, but she was so wet, his cock slid right in. Steve held her legs apart and made sure her ankles rested on his shoulders. His hands slid along her nylon-covered legs, caressing them, as he slid his hard cock slowly and deeply into her.

Amber had never felt the way Steve made her feel. She was totally at his mercy. She began to squeeze and pull on her nipples when he told her to. He told her to slide her fingers between her lips and feel his cock, then taste herself. Before long, however, she was lost in the sensations she was feeling. Her long blonde hair was spread out around her head as she grabbed a fistful of the coverlet in each hand. She felt her body begin to react, then the feeling grew until she thought she would explode.

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A Voyeur’s Life

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I know I shouldn’t really have married Kathy. All my friends told me not to – most of the male ones already had intimate knowledge of her! – She was a complete slut, there’s no doubt about that, and she still is.

When I met her, she was stripping in a sleazy bar on the wrong side of town. All the guys there loved her because she would always go much further than any of the other girls. Most of them would just get naked and prance around for a few minutes flashing their tits and pussy for the punters. But not Kathy. Once Kathy was nude, her usual trick was to sit, spread legged, on the edge of the stage and masturbate in front of the audience until she shook her way to a massive climax. She was arrested for her behaviour on more than one occasion but always managed to avoid jail by giving the cops blow-jobs or letting them fuck her.

So why did I marry her I hear you all ask? Simple. Kathy is stunningly beautiful and has a wonderful personality. She’s loving and caring and, besides wanting to fuck or suck anything that moves, makes a fantastic wife. Actually, for me, it’s BECAUSE she’ll fuck or suck as soon as she meets someone that makes her such a good wife!

You see, I’m one of those guys that loves to watch. A voyeur. Before Kathy my entertainment was severely limited; porn movies, mainly; titty bars were good and, of course, the odd glimpse of a couple making out in their car or through an un-draped widow provided some useful masturbation material. Not that I would ever have jerked off in public; much safer to carry the memory home and masturbate in the comfort of my own house!

And then along came Kathy. Unlike my first wife – who I had to hide my voyeuristic tendencies from – she had an open and, in my opinion very healthy, outlook towards sex and her body. We went out a few times before we got married, but our dates usually ended back at my apartment with Kathy stripping and masturbating for me while I jerked off. It seemed a match made in heaven and when I broached the subject of marriage, she didn’t hesitate accepting for a second. I was under no misapprehension – I’m not now – She married me for my money. But the arrangement suits us both: Kathy can buy what she wants, and I get all the voyeuristic sex that I can handle! Time after glorious time, I’ve come home from work to see her on her knees sucking some guy’s dick deep into her throat or on all fours with a large cock up her ass. She’ll take it in any hole she’s got and, as long as I can watch through a window or a crack in the door, I don’t mind in the least!

I was usually excited and curious on my return from work in the evenings. What would Kathy be doing? Who would she be with? But even I was surprised when I entered the house a few weeks ago.

It was a normal Friday about 7pm. It was a warm evening so I had decided to dismiss my driver for the night and walk the mile and a half from my office to home. As I approached the front of the house I could see that the drapes were pulled closed. My heart skipped a beat as it always did when I realised that Kathy was “entertaining” a guest.

Trying hard to control my breathing, I crept quietly around to the back of the house and entered silently through the back door. The sounds of sexual excess could immediately be heard from the bedroom; Kathy is very vocal when aroused (which is most of the time!), and she was crying out for her guest to get ready to fuck her. It seemed as if I were just in time!

The stairs creaked painfully as I climbed. I knew that Kathy would not have minded me being there, but experience had taught me that some of her lovers were not quite so comfortable with being watched. As I got nearer to the bedroom the voices became clearer. It was at that point that I realised that Kathy was with not one, but TWO men! There were no indications from their voices that were aware of my presence so, with a deep breath I peered in through the slightly open merter escort door.

I smiled as I thought of the local army barracks; they must have been missing two of their finest men! Kathy was looking as sexy as ever in a thigh length black dress; her short blonde hair was swept back as she stood against the wall and spied me peeking in.

I could already feel my erection hard in my trousers as I looked on. I knew that now she had seen me she was going to enjoy giving me a show as much as I was going to enjoy watching it.

The two soldiers were eyeing my wife from the centre of the room. One must have only just come off duty as he was still dressed in his camouflaged fatigues.

“C’mon, baby!” the uniformed man quickly said, “enough teasing! We’ve not had a woman for nearly two months. We want to see what you got!”

Kathy smiled and pushed herself slowly away from the wall. Carefully she eased up the skirt of her dress. Higher and higher she inched the garment, revealing more and more of her slender, sexy thighs as she went. The men stood silently; I could only imagine the pressure of their erections as their manly flesh bulged beneath their pants. As the skirt lifted higher, so Kathy pulled the top lower until the rumpled garment met at her waist. The soldiers gasped as they realised that she wore no bra and that her white cotton panties already bore the stain of her obvious excitement.

In a second they were both on her. Hands and fingers groped and felt her up; squeezing already hard nipples and trying to force their way into her panties.

“Not so frantic, boys!” Kathy managed to gasp as she moved back a little, “we got all evening to go. There’s plenty here for both of you!”

“But what if your old man comes back?” enquired the first soldier, kneading the growing bulge in his pants.

“Don’t worry about him. We got loads of time.” Kathy’s eyes were fixed on his covered erection. “Come here, baby, I think you got something down there that I need!”

Reassured, the first soldier quickly lowered his zipper and hauled out a sizable cock as he walked towards my wife.

“Open you mouth, honey,” he said, “it’s all for you!”

Kathy did as requested and dropped to her knees in front of the man.

“Hey! What about me?” cried the second soldier, “I think I want some of that too!”

“Sure, honey. I can take both of you. Join in!”

I looked on as I saw my sweet wife begin to alternately suck and fondle the two large cocks now being offered to her hungry mouth. This was the slut that I knew and loved; never happier than when she was sucking dick!

“Mmmm..you guys taste great!” she managed to mumble through a mouthful of cock.

“You like to suck dick, bitch?” Cried the uniformed soldier as he fed his length into her mouth.

I heard Kathy moan deep in her throat. She loves to talk dirty and adores it when her lovers call her names. The two men quickly caught on to this.

“That’s it, bitch! Suck my cock like a whore….swallow me like the slut that you are!”

More moaning followed from my wife as she gobbled first one cock and then the other, sliding her painted lips all the way up and down each shaft until they were both glistening with her saliva. She was becoming visibly more excited and the damp patch at the front of her panties was growing larger by the moment as she leaked her sex fluid.

The two soldiers may not have had a woman for some time, but they still showed remarkable stamina. I could see both men trying to calm themselves as much as possible and not cum too soon. It was almost as if they were in competition with each other; neither of them wanting to shoot their loads before the other.

“Oh, baby, you sure can suck!” cried the first.

“You better believe it, man!” his mate joined in, “I haven’t had a blow-job like this since the Gulf! And that little whore could suck a golfball out anadolu yakası escort of a garden hose!”

“I want to see this slut’s cunt! Come on, Davy, lets get her panties off!”

The conversation over for a few moments, both men laughed as they literally hauled my young wife up from the floor. The uniformed man held my wife’s legs back while his colleague busied himself with her underwear.

“Mmmm. Nice tight panties!” he observed as he stroked his fingers over the fabric that stretched over her mound. “Hope the pussy’s like that too!”

“What the fuck do you care, Pete?” his friend joked, “just so long as she’s got a cunt, you’ll fuck it!”

“I got an ass too!” Kathy interrupted with a laugh, “I hope you’re not going to leave that out!”

The soldiers looked at each other in wonderment. It was obvious that they could hardly believe what was happening. Who could blame them? Here was a beautiful young woman, half naked in their arms and almost begging them both to stick their cocks in any hole they wanted. It must have been a dream come true!

In a matter of a few seconds Kathy’s panties were around her ankles and being virtually ripped off her feet. I heard her moan as her legs were unceremoniously spread wide and her pretty pussy openly displayed for all to see. Both soldier’s hands were immediately back on her body. They fondled and groped her breasts and ran their fingers – much to Kathy’s obvious delight – through the silky folds of her cunt.

I could see that my wife was now very wet. Her juices were leaking through her open pussy lips and trickling down between her buttocks. She was also becoming much more vocal as her two military lovers continued to manipulate her tight body. She groaned loudly as the uniformed soldier pushed first one, and then two fingers deep into her soaked snatch and began rotating his thumb over her stiff clitty. I watched avidly as her hips rose and fell and her breathing shortened to rapid, throaty gasps. Her toes curled involuntarily and as she began to cum her lover lowered his head and sucked noisily on her pussy. That did it for Kathy and with legs and arms thrashing wildly she exploded into a massive climax that echoed throughout the entire house.

The uniformed soldier chuckled to himself as he and his friend continued to masturbate Kathy through her intense orgasm.

“Time to get some pussy, I think!” he suddenly cried as he lifted my wife’s legs up higher and spread her wide.

“Great idea!” replied his friend, “No rest for you baby! While Davy’s fucking that sweet pussy of yours, you can suck my dick!”

Both men’s erections were protruding fiercely through their zippers and as Davy held my wife’s ankles and forced himself brutally into her still twitching pussy, Pete stood over her head and began to thrust his manhood into her willing mouth.

Now my wife started to get herself fucked properly. Her body was being shoved back and forth as she took hard cock from both ends; she almost seemed to be gagging on Pete’s solid weapon while his friend’s tool was completely buried in her wet vagina.

“Damn! This bitch is fucking tight!” cried Davy as he continued to ravage my wife’s pussy with his sex-stick. His hands held her ankles tightly up against his shoulders as he thrust harder and harder; faster and faster. “Shit, man! I think I’m gonna cum!”

“Oh yeah, baby,” Kathy cried as she tried to spit Pete’s tool out of her mouth. “Fuck me…harder..harder…cum in my…cum on me…cum wherever you fucking want – just CUM!”

Pete was left holding his throbbing, saliva streaked cock in his hand while his friend groaned loudly and pulled out of Kathy’s hungry pussy as he started to shoot his load. I looked on as jet after jet of thick white sperm coursed from the tip of his weapon and splashed obscenely onto her belly and tits.

“Let’s switch places so the slut can clean me off!” besiktas escort he gasped

Pete smiled “Sure, man. Get her on her knees, okay? If the bitch wants to get her ass fucked then who am I to argue?”

My own cock was as hard as a rock and I knew that just a few quick rubs would have me cumming hard, and the thought of watching this big man sticking his cock up inside my wife’s ass did little to quell my ardour.

As I unzipped and began to rub myself slowly, Pete and Davy manhandled Kathy into a doggy style position. Davy stood at her head and placed his wilting cock between her open lips.

“Clean it off, bitch!” he commanded in a horse voice, “lick off every bit!”

Pete smiled once again and positioned himself behind Kathy’s butt. I could see him place his hands on her buttocks and spread them roughly. There was obviously going to be little finesse to this approach.

Pete lined his cock up and I watched him start to lean forward. I was close enough to see my wife’s star shaped anus begin to spread under the pressure. Kathy continued to lap and suck at the sloppy dick that was being wiped all over her face leaving trails of sticky cum on her lips, cheeks and hair. She cried out as she felt the first penetration. I looked back to Pete and could clearly see at least four inches of his tool already buried in her ass. He lunged forward again. Kathy caught her breath and cried out again; but this time it was more a long moan of pleasure than of pain.

“Oh, baby!” Pete whispered as he began to drill her, “I’m gonna fuck you so good…fuck this tight little asshole…..you want that, bitch? You like the feel of my big dick up your ass?”

Kathy could manage little more than a groan of obvious consent as she turned and twisted her body pushing her butt back onto Pete’s hard cock.

“Mmmm…that’s it my little slut….push back…let me get deeper into your ass…mmmm…I can feel you so tight….tell me you want it…BEG me for it, whore!”

“Oh God, yes…yes…yes….fuck me with your big fat cock, Pete…fill my ass….do me hard….I’m your’s…use me like a whore!”

Pete did as he was asked. While I silently jerked my own penis, he jammed his cock faster and faster into my wife’s back door. She screamed in lust as Pete gripped her shoulders and pulled her back so that his tool was completely inside her.

Another few quick thrusts and Pete was cumming. He groaned deeply in his throat as his legs and torso twitched. Unlike his friend, Pete obviously decided that he wanted to cum inside Kathy and I watched with my cum boiling up from my balls as he emptied himself into my wife’s bowels with a few last jerks of his hips.

When Pete and Davy eventually both stood back to admire the state of my wife, I was treated to the sight of her abused and open asshole. Pete’s cum began to leak from the hole and, as I watched the creamy fluid trickle down her slender thighs, I erupted in my own silent climax and shot my load over my hand and onto the carpet.

I had to wait patiently while the two soldiers dressed. I became almost a fugitive in my own home; skulking behind the lounge sofa and waiting for them to leave.

Presently, all three of them appeared together in the hall. The two soldiers were dressed now, but Kathy hadn’t bothered, and she stood between them naked but for a pair of yellow socks that, inexplicably had never got around to being removed. Davy and Pete each kissed Kathy deep and hard, their horny hands still feeling up her tits, ass and pussy. Kathy moaned again as she felt fingers enter her ass and pussy at the same time.

“Wow!” exclaimed Davy, “This bitch must be still hot!”

“You better believe it, guy’s” she replied, “How about one more time? You can’t leave me like this!”

“Sorry, babe!” Said Pete. Both soldiers laughed as the let themselves out of the door. “We gotta get back to barracks. If you’re still as horny as you look, you’ll just have to ask your old man to fuck you when he gets home!”

I smiled to myself as I felt my erection immediately return. I was really going to enjoy fucking Kathy – but I wondered if I didn’t enjoy watching her more. I loved my voyeur’s life!

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A Transforming Trip Ch. 07

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The trip back was quick, wet but otherwise uneventful. Veronique took the helm and Clare, Pascal and I scrambled over the yacht keeping it running at maximum speed. As a result we were all salty, wet and tired as we pulled into our berth in the harbour.

Clare took off her lifejacket revealing a damp white top clinging to her breasts, the top semi-transparent with the dampness and her erect nipples clearly visible. Pascal volunteered to sort out the boat, and so we grabbed our stuff and walked up through town back to our apartment. She got a great reception as we walked past a crowd of young men drinking beer outside a bar in the main square, and jiggled her breasts to please the audience.

‘Show off.’ I commented once we had left them behind. ‘Yeah yeah.’ she replied, ‘This morning that guy was checking out my pussy, I hardly find a slightly see through top very shocking. I am a little aroused from it though, this clingy top is pretty sexy.’

We got back to the apartment and were both quite cold despite the warm sun. She discarded her wet clothes in the kitchen and went into the shower. I did likewise and soon we were standing naked together under the foot wide rose of the shower, steaming hot water cascading down over us.

Clare got the shower gel, took a generous palm-full and started rubbing it over my chest. Her soft hands caressed over my arms and shoulders and down to my cock. She got another handful and took my shaft in one hand, and my balls in the other, rubbing the creamy soapy liquid in as she moved her hands back and forth. I quickly hardened to her soft caress. I then took a handful of the gel and started to rub it into her back, over her shoulders and down to her breasts. I watched her nipples grow longer and harder as I rubbed them a little more firmly.

She the took some more and ran her hands down my back and over my ass, her two hands each grabbing a cheek and rubbing the soap into them. She then grabbed my cock with one hand and at the same time moved her other hand to my anus, moving her soapy finger round and round the rim. She had never touched me there before and the combination of sensation as she briskly pumped my cock with one hand and fingered my ass with the other was hugely arousing. My cock was completely hard now; I could see it nodding slightly with my heartbeat throbbing through it.

She slowed down her movement on my cock and, taking another shot of gel in her other hand, inserted a finger inside my ass. I felt my muscles clamp down on her finger as a huge sensation of my body being invaded by her washed over me. She continued to tease my rock hard cock with one hand as she slowly moved her finger further into my ass. I could feel myself relax slightly after a while.

I could feel my orgasm coming, I tensed myself as I prepared to cum but she suddenly pulled back, letting go of me.

‘Not so fast.’ She smiled at me and laughed. She then proceeded to wash herself all over with the creamy bubbly gel, covering her smooth round breasts with bubbles and massaging the soap into her pussy. She turned off the shower and stepped out leaving me to watch her, my hard cock still sticking up in desperate longing.

She walked out of the bathroom, still completely naked and dripping with water. I followed her gingerly into the bedroom where the afternoon sun was streaming through the wall of glass overlooking the sea. I expected her to settle onto the bed, but instead she walked over to the window, slid it open and stepped onto the balcony. She was obviously enjoying the thrill of her nudity again as her nipples were erect and I could see a flush of red on her cheeks from the excitement.

She settled into one of the sun loungers across from the opposite balcony, where she knew Pascal and Veronique would be returning any minute. ‘Come on out.’ She shouted back at me. I was still erect and was very hesitant about coming out through the window onto the balcony. I checked around but could see no sign of them, so I dashed out through the door sat down on the other sun lounger.

Clare sitting opposite me and opened her legs wide apart. ‘Sit there and watch.’ She looked me directly in the eyes and smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes as she enjoyed the excitement of her exposure with the risk that any moment we would be discovered. She put one hand down to her clit and started running her finger over it.

She was still wet and her hair hung down over her breasts. Drips fell onto them and then rolled slowly down to her thinly covered pussy. I watched her intently slowly bringing herself to a climax, her breasts swelling and red patches appearing on her cheeks. She finally came in a mixture of movement and screams of pleasure. One finger was running round her opening, the other briskly rubbing her now enlarged clit. I was still hugely aroused, watching as she relaxed through the final waves of pleasure.

‘Now sit back and enjoy yourself while I finish you into my mouth.’ She didn’t really like me cumming into her mouth escort topkapı I knew, as normally I had to beg her for this treat. To be offered the chance voluntarily was a very pleasant surprise. She moved forward, took my balls with one hand, the base of my cock with the other and then plunged the head of my cock into her mouth.

I immediately luxuriated in the warmth and wetness as I felt her lips and tongue enclosed the top of my dick. She started gently moving her head back and forth as my cock moved in and out of her mouth. With her tongue she licked up and down the head paying particular attention to the bottom edge. I studied her beautiful face, eyes looking up into mine; her mouth stretched just wide open enough to allow the thick width of my cock to force its way in.

She sat back for a minute and gently started rubbing her hand over the head of my wet cock. ‘I have been thinking about things.’ She started. I wondered just what things in particular. ‘Would you let Veronique watch while you fuck my ass, maybe suggest how to help enjoy it?’ As a small glob of pre-cum oozed out of the top of my hard erection she took it back into her mouth, her tongue licking it off me as she enveloped me once again with her warm wet intimacy.

‘Oh no Clare please.’ I exclaimed. ‘You have gone far enough with this, it has been fun, but I draw the line now. No more sex with other people in the room. In the distance is close enough.’

‘I was just thinking once, just to try it. Its just Veronique obviously enjoys it and she has tried it lots of times before, I thought I might like it too, and well, wouldn’t you like her to watch a little.’ With this she forced her little finger up into my anus, and lowered her mouth back over my cock.

I imagined Clare kneeling on the bed her face down in the pillows while I watched my cock ramming hard into her open ass. The image did arouse me and I looked back at her as her mouth pumped up and down on my cock.

I felt my orgasm coming closer and tensed my legs to appreciate its full effect. Clare was holding the base of my cock in one hand, pumping it deep into her mouth and gently caressing my ass with the other as I finally came with a loud exclamation. I felt the hot cum pump into her wide-open mouth as she continued to suck the head of my cock with her mouth. Once her mouth was full she pulled back from me and smiled, her mouth slightly open. A thin string of cum came from the top of my cock back up to her chin.

I could see her mouth full of my cum as she looked back at me. She licked her lips with it and spread a thick line around her lips. A little ran out of the side of her mouth, down her chin and dripped onto her erect nipple where she rubbed it slowly into her breast. She swallowed the remainder and then opened her mouth, fully aware of how sexy I found it for her to drink my cum. She then kissed me with her still sticky lips, the salty taste of my juices still present on her tongue.

She looked over to the other balcony where I now realised Pascal had arrived back, and was standing watching us. I should have known that she was using me as a prop for her showing off. The whole thing with me cumming into her mouth had been played out for him to watch, just as much as for me. He too had seen her licking the cum around her mouth and swallowing it.

I felt a little betrayed and used, I was becoming a mere bit player for her sexual fantasies. She wanted to use me to show off her lovemaking to others, and was hoping to let me fuck her ass while Veronique watched. I felt that I was losing her respect as she pushed the boundaries for more thrills.

I got back up and walked into the bedroom as Clare followed me. Pascal tracked her naked body back into the apartment. I could see from his eyes that he almost regarded her as a lover already.

Once inside I turned to her. ‘Clare, thank you so much for finishing me like that, but I really don’t want Veronique there while we have sex, it will end up with her getting involved. I thought we agreed about this, I thought this was just a thrill being watched once. Now do you have to keep pushing the limits.’

‘Hmmm.’ She replied thoughtfully. ‘Perhaps I am getting a bit carried away, I thought you would like her watching, I was just excited by the idea of trying it, just as an experiment. I was thinking maybe we were missing out not trying it. Perhaps Veronique and Pascal have an interesting view on lovemaking. I didn’t like it at first, but maybe we can learn from it more. I have enjoyed taking more risks, it has been a real thrill.’

We lay together on the bed, cuddling, her head on my shoulder, one of her legs laying across my legs. She promised to cool down with her thoughts of anything to do with the others, in order to assuage my feelings. Later we got up and ate dinner together. I felt we had resolved the situation.

Next day I returned to the office. I knew we had two issues to resolve. Firstly the Raskolovics wanted to get us to agree to accept escort ümraniye the latest payment despite the 5 million cash component, which I knew we would not get permission from London to accept. Secondly I still had to talk to the money-laundering folks about the previous payment.

I got to my desk and opened my email. There were a handful of regulation mails regarding the sales progress and new opportunities. One other email appeared though with no subject. I clicked on it and it had a link to a video clip, I assumed it was the usual crap that gets forwarded around in banks and double clicked the icon.

As it started playing I realised to my horror that it was a clip of me. It must have been taken from a security camera at the Casino the preceding week. It showed Clare on her knees obviously sucking my cock, Isabelle was to one side, her sheer dress showing off her breasts as she forced her tongue into my mouth. Finally it completed with Clare pulling back revealing my erect cock, and me suddenly looking shocked as the rest of the guests got an eyeful.

I quickly closed the media player hoping against hope no one else had seen it. The message below it was ‘How will the managers in London like this?’ it listed a mail group of senior bank execs that I reported to, plus another of all the trading staff in London.

I knew that this would be a huge problem for me if it got out; these files could be forwarded round the city in no time. If it were to get out, I would be done for: sacked immediately, and I would not get another job easily. I would be renowned as the party boy that got sacked for his public blowjob.

I assumed this was what Isabelle had meant when she said that the Raskolovics could be more persuasive if they wanted to. Pascal had warned me to be careful at that party; I should have heeded his warning.

Well anyway it cleared any doubt in my mind; we would have to go ahead with the next payment to keep the Raskolovics sweet. I wondered if this was the general approach that they took to business. Get some leverage with the person you want to use, probably with a pretty girl like Isabelle, and then just ask for what you want.

I got the papers ready, and ordered the legal folks to sort out any final contractual details. I still wasn’t sure how we would put the cash through the books but I just created an electronic confirm that would look like it came in as a normal bank transfer.

By the time Clare called to ask if I fancied lunch I was feeling pretty good again. I was only doing what everyone wanted; the bank would earn a pot of commission and the Raskolovics would get their payment accepted for their development project.

Clare met me in reception, she was all smiles, radiant in a short strappy yellow sundress with pretty matching sandals and a straw hat. We walked out of the building with my arm around her waist, most content. Her dress was low cut and the front dipped and bobbed as she walked. It afforded me a great view of her naked breasts bouncing happily along in the warm sun.

We sat at a pavement cafe eating baguette sandwiches, Clare sat back holding her espresso and the sun glinted off her hair. She crossed her legs and her dress rode further up her thigh, flashing a little of her sheer white knickers. She beamed back at me, enjoying the attention she was getting.

We walked back to towards the bank after lunch, through a small shopping area. Clare had the afternoon to herself and was easily distracted by the swish French boutiques that we passed. She hesitated for a minute outside a luxury lingerie and swimwear shop. There were a variety of beauties photo’d in the window wearing a variety of skimpy lace and satin underwear.

‘Thats a pretty bra.’ Clare observed, pointing at a sheer white one with embroidered flowers across the cups. ‘Lets go in.’ ‘Ok’ I agreed readily; I didn’t really have time but lingerie shopping was always fun.

Clare asked the woman behind the counter if she could try it, and the woman took a small box out of a drawer, handed it to Clare and ushered her through into a changing area at the back. I looked around the shop as I waited; I was a big fan of sheer white lace underwear, and there were a number of very sexy camisole, and baby doll pieces to admire. Another guy was also patrolling the store, also waiting for his partner I supposed.

Once Clare was changed, the assistant came back into the shop and ushered me through into the changing area at the back of the shop. There were three small cubicles, each with a mirror and a white cotton curtain. Outside the cubicles was a larger area with a large floor to ceiling mirror.

Clare was standing outside her cubicle wearing her white sheer knickers, together with the new bra; she looked fantastic, really sexy. Through her knickers I could see the trimmed triangle of her pubic hair and the line where the lips of her pussy came together. The bra was just as revealing, the embroidered flowers hid a little escort bayan but her nipples were clear through the remainder of the lace.

‘Wow you look fantastic.’ I said as I felt my cock harden instantly.

‘Do you like it, shall I buy it.’ She admired herself in the mirror. ‘I better get some more bras, I cant wear my British ones here cos they are way too boring, but walking around without one just causes so much attention.’ It was the first time she had commented upon the continuous stares that she had received since her arrival, triggered largely it must be said by a hugely revealing wardrobe.

‘Sure, buy it. You look great.’ I replied.

Just at this moment another woman came out of one of the other cubicles and shouted through to her partner, whose name I deduced was Jacques. She was wearing a tight red corset and some very reduced G String knickers. The top also had suspenders that came down to some lace top stockings. She didn’t even glance at me, but instead studied herself in the mirror.

Her partner arrived and was greeted with the beauteous sight of Clare and his wife, both in fantastically sexy underwear preening themselves in the mirror. His wife put her head back and ran her hands through her hair; he put his hands on her hips and kissed her lightly on the cheek, whispering in her ear what he thought of her hugely sexy new outfit.

‘You look great.’ Clare said to the other woman turning to admire her. ‘Thanks.’ Replied the other girl, looking back at Clare, studying her breasts and hips. ‘You are lucky, you have a much more feminine look though.’ She observed.

It was true, Clare’s bigger hips and breasts looked great beside her own thin, boyish hips and flattish A cup breasts. ‘You should try something like this.’ She said running her hands over her breasts and down to her waist. ‘You would look very sexy, you have a good waist, it would show it off to perfection.’ Her husband studied Clare’s figure drinking in her nipples and pussy, clearly visible in the mirror, he licked his lips sub-consciously, then realised I was watching him and looked away.

Clare called through to the assistant and asked if they had the same corset and knicker combination in her size. The other woman decided to buy them anyway and took a lacy camisole and French knicker set that Jacques had found for her. ‘Perhaps you could help undo the back?’ She asked her husband as she turned back into her cubicle. There was not really enough room for the two of them and so she was only able to pull the curtain partially over as her partner started unclipping the hooks and eyes down the back.

The assistant handed Clare the red corset, in her size, together with accompanying string knickers. Clare too went back into her cubicle and pulled the curtain across, she made a halfhearted effort though and it fell back allowing me a clear view through a small gap. She reached behind her back and unclipped her new bra, slipping it off her shoulders and hanging it onto a hook on the wall. She took the corset slipped it around her and reached behind to start doing up the clips.

‘Hmm, perhaps I need a hand too.’ She asked pushing the curtain back. The other couple had finished undoing the other one and the woman slid it off, handing it to her partner, her small perky nipples now free to point back up into the air.

She slipped the G String off onto the floor, as I caught a full view of her shaved pussy in the mirror of her cubicle. She seemed unbothered by her nudity in front of me however as she slipped the camisole over her head. It was supported nicely on her pert nipples and hung down revealingly as she leant forwards to pull the knickers up. The camisole and knickers were both lace and while they covered her to some degree, the strong spot lights picked out the lines of her figure clearly.

Clare and I had just about finished with the hooks on the back of the corset so Clare too slid off her sheer knickers, I noticed the other guy glance across at her as she sat down. She raised her leg and slid them off her foot, exposing the full view of the lips of her pussy as she did so. She then put on the matching G String and stepped out to use the taller mirror outside the cubicle. Once again the two women stood next to each other in absolutely drop dead gorgeous lingerie; my cock was throbbing with arousal looking at the two scantily clad women, each studying herself and the other in the huge mirror.

‘You see.’ said the other woman. ‘You look much better in that than I do, your larger breasts just accentuate your thin waist’. All of us looked down at Clare’s hips and waist, the other guy making no secret of it as he stared at her naked ass, just a string and a patch of lace to cover it. ‘Look at me.’ She continued. ‘I have no shape to me at all.’

It was her turn now as we all looked over at her, standing in a brief covering of sparcely embroidered lace. ‘I think you look great.’ Clare replied encouragingly. ‘You have a really flat stomach and you don’t have big thighs like me.’

Our attention switched back to Clare’s bare ass and legs. The other guy and I were in heaven, hoping for a detailed comparison of their breast sizes next, but the girls lost interest and wandered back into their respective cubicles to change.

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Adventures in Amsterdam Ch. 1

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Both twenty three years old, Adam and Jo had married young. They had both decided that, before settling into a domestic lifestyle, they would use their savings and travel to Europe. The sights beckoned them; London’s parliament square and majestic bridges that spanned the River Thames, the sunshine of the Spanish coast, the Eiffel Tower in the heart of historic Paris and the red light areas of the Dutch capital, Amsterdam.

When they eventually arrived in Amsterdam, they soon realised that their cash resources were running dangerously low. What they needed, was work to tide them over for a few months and after finding a small apartment available on a short term basis, they both set about the task of locating suitable employment. For two days Adam scoured the streets and wanted ad’s without success. All that he had been offered were a few lousy bar-tending jobs that paid very little. He wanted to try just a little longer before accepting this sort of work. Jo, however, had faired much better. Her training as a dancer had impressed many leering club owners, and had finally accepted a position in a small club that paid almost twice what Adam would have earned as a bar tender. She was certainly no prude, she had been almost disappointed to learn that the club only required her to dance topless, and not fully nude.

After another two days of fruitless job searching, Adam finally decided to take one of the bar tending positions that he had been offered. It would not be too bad, he reasoned, they would both be working at night, and with a little money coming in, they would be able to explore the city during the day. Besides, it would not be for ever.

The club that Jo was to dance at was called Bella’s, and, as Adam was not due to start his job for another few days, he decided to accompany his wife on her first night. He was not worried at all about the nature of her job, they had always had a very understanding relationship before and after they were married, he just thought it would be nice to watch her dance and Max, the owner of the club, had promised him free admission. He sat quietly at the bar nursing a beer and watched the dancers. He had to admit they were very good. Jo had not yet begun her set, but the other dancers kept the earlier part of the evening going well. He watched several girls of differing shapes and sizes gyrate their bodies over the small stage in various stages of undress, and soon realised that the one thing they had in common was the size of their breasts. All the girls were extremely well endowed in that area and Adam guessed that this was in keeping with the theme of the club. This was fine with him. He had always been a boob man himself! He always adored the way that Jo swung her 36DD breasts in front of him when they made love, driving him crazy by teasing his cock with the long sensitive nipples and eventually letting him bury his face in her ample cleavage. Adam knew that the club’s customers were in for a treat tonight.

Just after midnight, the club was full. A young man dressed only in leather trousers and a leather waistcoat leapt up onto the stage holding a microphone. Adam guessed that he was the MC.

“Ladies and Gentlemen.” The mans voice boomed out. “We have a special attraction for you tonight. All the way from the United States, please welcome onto the stage……the lovely…Josephine!”

As the MC quickly left the stage, the lights dimmed and the customers cheered and clapped. A single spotlight hit the stage as Jo slowly danced out from behind the curtain. The room was silent. All eyes watched the stage as Jo began her set. The music was the theme from Swan Lake, and Adam knew it well. His wife loved ballet, and her classical training would delight the customers. Instead of the usual leotard or ballet dress, Jo wore little more than a see through chiffon şişli escort wrap and bikini panties as she pirouetted and leapt across the small stage. Her large breasts swung delightfully under the flimsy material and Adam was close enough to see that her sensitive nipples were becoming swollen and erect. The sight was not lost on most of the customers, either, as shouts encouraging her to lose the top and display her breasts could be heard all around the dark room. Jo was good. Very good. Rather than just rip her top off immediately, she teased the audience with selective glimpses of her ample breasts as she danced. A peek here, a glimpse there, had the customers shouting and cheering loudly. As the music came to a thundering crescendo, Jo pulled the chiffon wrap clear of her tits and dropped to the floor in a wide splits. As the lights went out, the audience applauded and cheered. The set had obviously been a huge success.

When the lighting returned to normal, the same, earlier dancers were back on stage twisting their hips and flashing their breasts to the low beat of some slow rock music. Adam was still a little breathless from watching his wife’s performance, and turned back to his drink on the bar. A pretty waitress, again with a large bare chest, sidled up to him.

“You can go backstage if you want.” she whispered in his ear. “Jo’s finished her set now. Come on, I’ll show you the way.”

Draining his beer and rising from the stool, Adam followed the waitress through a small door at the side of the bar. The dressing room was full of semi-naked girls and Adam didn’t quite know where to look. Seeing his slight embarrassment, the waitress laughed.

“Don’t be shy! I’m sure you’ve seen tits and pussy before!” she giggled, pointing “Jo’s over there.”

Max, the bar owner, had been watching his new girl’s set as he watched all of his new dancers. He was most impressed. The customers obviously loved her. As his mind worked, he came to the decision that maybe she could do better than to dance, perhaps there was something else that he could offer her to make her and Max a lot more money. Still thinking, he made his way to the dressing room to talk to her. As he approached, he found Jo and Adam chatting with the other girls.

“Congratulations!” he commended her in near perfect English. “You dance very well.”

Jo and Adam looked up as they heard him speak.

“Thanks, Max. By the way, this is my husband Adam.”

The two men shook hands. Max looked at Adam with an experienced eye. This gets better all the time, he thought, as he took in Adam’s tall, muscular frame and striking good looks.

“Come to my office, both of you. I wish to discuss something with you.”

Intrigued, the young couple followed Max into a plush, air conditioned office. Expensive looking portraits hung from the walls, a large desk occupied the centre of the room, and a leather sofa sat against one wall. Max invited them to sit on the sofa as he parked himself on the edge of his desk and addressed them.

“You dance very well.” He repeated. “But I have an offer for you both that would pay you each more than double what Jo is being paid.”

As he waited for a response, Jo and Adam looked at each other excitedly.

“I have another club.” Max continued. “Not quite the same as Bella’s, it’s a little more…risque, you know?” I’ll get straight to the point. How do you both feel about making love in front of an audience?”

Adam and Jo looked at each other again. What he was talking about was a live sex show. It was not the sort of thing that either of them had ever considered, but the money he was offering was, frankly, fantastic and would set them up nicely.

Sensing that they were undecided, Max continued with the sell.

“All you would have to do is one half ümraniye escort hour set, four times a week. No holds barred, you can do what you like as long as the customers are happy.”

The couple had decided even before Max had spoken. They both loved sex and were more than happy to earn a large sum of money by fucking each other. They would do it!

“Excellent!” cried Max. “Your first performance will be right now, for me. I have to ensure that you will be suitable before you go on stage.”

Adam and Jo nodded eagerly. What Max had said sounded perfectly reasonable. He was offering a lot of money. It made sense that he would want to check the merchandise, so to speak.

“What do you want us to do?” Asked Jo.

Max lifted himself from the desk and locked the door.

“Firstly, Adam, strip you wife naked please.”

Jo was still wearing the chiffon wrap and panties that she had worn for her performance, and Adam realised that stripping her would not take long. Unclipping the hidden fastener, the wrap easily fell back from her shoulders, once again exposing Jo’s large breasts. Kneeling in front of her, Adam hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the small panties and rolled them down her long, slender legs until they were pooled around her ankles. As she lifted on foot and then the other to step out of them, Adam carefully untied the silk ribbons of her well worn ballet shoes and slipped them from her dainty feet. Finally he rose and stood beside his now completely naked wife.

Max was pleased. There was no sign of any embarrassment from either of them. She was extremely attractive. Her flame red hair framed a pretty, heart shaped face with wide inviting lips. Her large breasts topped with nice pink nipples, he had already seen and approved of, but as his eyes travelled downwards he was most impressed by the lack of pubic hair. Max like all his girls to shave, it made it easier for the customers to see the pussy. Continuing his inspection of the girls body, his eyes appreciated the slim contours of her well muscled legs and delighted in the high arch of her dancers feet leading to delicately painted toes. Yes, he thought, she will do well!

Turning to Adam, Max continued. “Now you, Adam, please undress.”

Adam was a little concerned. Seeing his wife naked had produced the usual effect and his erection pressed hard against his underwear. He was not sure if this would please Max, or if he would consider him to be inexperienced, but Max was waiting, and after all, who wouldn’t get a hard-on by looking at his beautiful wife?

Wasting no time, Adam began to undress and within a few seconds was down to his boxers.

“You have an erection already?” Max said with a smile. “Excellent! It is good that you are so easily aroused by the sight of your wife.”

Adam breathed a sigh of relief and swiftly pulled his shorts down over his well muscled legs. As his eight inches of hard meat popped into view, Max seemed genuinely pleased.

“You both have excellent bodies and as long as you can perform well, you will go far. Now, just do what comes naturally. Try to forget your audience, but don’t fake anything. The customers pay a lot and expect realism. You can use anything you see in the room to help you. Don’t forget that your set only lasts thirty minutes and the customers will want to see ejaculation at the end of that time.”

The couple did not need to be told twice. They were both so horny and Adam just hoped that he would be able to last the half hour!

As Max had settled himself on the sofa, content to watch, Adam led his wife to the large desk and lifted her easily onto the cool mahogany surface. Spreading her legs wide, he knelt between them and began to rain soft kisses over her dangling feet and ankles. Jo’s hands immediately went to her own escort nişantaşı breasts as she started to squeeze the large pendulous globes, every now and then pinching a hard nipple between her fingers and sighing deeply.

Max could see Adam’s kisses getting higher and higher as his head moved up his wife’s legs towards her shaved pussy. Her nipples looked large and swollen as she pinched them harder and harder and Max was pleased when she groaned deeply as her husband’s tongue finally found and parted her slick vaginal lips. Her nipples seemed to swell further as Adam’s tongue sought out her clit and began to lick over it sensuously.

Jo’s orgasm was quick and powerful. Max saw, and Adam felt her whole body tense. She shuddered once, then twice and let out a long deep sigh as the climax coursed through her body. Her nipples ached where she had been pinching them, but she knew that a little pain always sent her crashing over the edge. Beginning to lose herself in her own pleasure, she suddenly remembered that she had a job to do here. She was sure that, while people may well pay to see her cum, they would definitely expect more! Gathering herself together, she gently and a little reluctantly, pushed Adam’s head away from her wet pussy and stood in front of him with her ass resting against the edge of the desk.

Adam knew what was coming next and his penis was throbbing in front of him in anticipation. Jo bent forwards and kissed him lightly on the lips before slowly sinking to her knees. He gasped in a short breath as he felt her cool feminine fingers circle around his pulsating shaft. He felt harder, and more powerful than he had ever known and his mind did somersaults as her lips closed over the end of his cock. He tried to concentrate all his self control while Jo built up an exquisite suction around his glans. She bobbed her head. She rolled her tongue around his shaft, her lips keeping a constant tight seal on the head. He knew that the time was getting on, but did not want to cum just yet. He looked up to check how much of the thirty minutes had elapsed and caught a sight of Max from the corner of his eye. Adam smiled. They must be doing the right thing, because Max was sitting with his suit trousers undone and openly masturbating a very thick penis while watching the show! Adam found the whole situation so erotic, he was worried that he might cum on the spot, and they still had nearly five minutes to go. With some regret, he pulled his throbbing erection from between his wife’s sweet lips and helped her to her feet.

Adam knew that it was time for their grand finale! With only a few minutes left he backed Jo up to the desk, so once again her bottom was resting against the edge. With her still standing, he moved her feet apart, opening her legs. He looked down and saw her wet lips peel back invitingly. Positioning his penis between the lips he pushed slow and hard. Both men heard Jo gasp out loud as the large cock slid in to the hilt. Adam then heard a groan from the sofa, and looking up, saw Max shoot a great wad of cum over his hand. Adam smiled once again, pleased by the sight of his boss’ climax, and turned back to his task. He knew he would not last long inside his wife’s wonderfully tight vagina as he began to thrust his erection in and out of her.

Max was quietly cleaning himself up and listening with satisfaction to the young couples groans as they fucked hard and fast against the edge of the desk. He could tell that Adam was close. His teeth were clenched and his eyes were shut tight as he pounded into his wife’s rapidly stretching cunt. Adam grunted and then cried out loud as he came, pulling his cock from Jo’s pussy, as instructed. Pulling on his shaft rapidly, Max watched as a long, thick stream of cum pumped from the tip and landed on Jo’s stomach. This first emission was quickly followed by several more, as Adam emptied the contents of his balls in long arcing streams that looped through the air and splashed onto his wife’s hot skin.

They were a hot couple, all right, and Max had many plans for them!

To Be Continued…

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Above the City Pt. 01

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The penthouse sits high above the city, overlooking the lights and hustle of the street below. The penthouse itself is stylish and neat. Modern, cold, elegant.

A young man with blue eyes is there. He is about twenty-five years old and is wearing nothing but tight fitting boxers that seductively outline his hard, thick cock.

You’re wearing a seductive, sophisticated dress. Perfectly fit, and highlighting every curve, seemingly revealing just enough to make everyone crave to see more. In your hand is a riding crop, strappy high heels are on your feet. Your dark brown hair is pulled back, your deep brown eyes offset by black eyeliner.

The party is quiet and low key. Kissing and groping and fondling. A girl is in the corner. A man reaches underneath her dress. She’s not wearing any panties. You smile and look away.

Another woman struts around in nothing but high heels and black lace panties. You stare at her erect nipples as she approaches. You admire her ass and long legs as she walks by.

Everyone knows it’s your party. Everyone knows you’re the host. The young man with the thick cock calls you Mistress and no one blinks an eye, no one says a word.

You stroll towards the back of the penthouse. A bedroom door is slightly ajar. You hear moaning. It’s a woman’s voice and growing louder, more urgent. It’s obvious she is about to cum.

You open the door. The woman is on her back on the floor, her legs and feet pinned up high in the air. She takes it fast and hard. He cums inside her, grunting hard as her moans reach their peak.

In the corner, opposite the door, is a man pinned with his face against the wall. He’s completely naked, still a mask covers his face. The woman next to him is fully clothed, reaching around his body to torment his throbbing cock. He whimpers softly in the corner.

The sights in the room excite you. You know what you want and you know what you need.

You slip out the back to the patio and pool overlooking the city. The lights from the city below flicker as you take a seat at a table nearby. You sit by yourself as a waiter brings you a glass of champagne.

A number people linger around the pool. Watching quietly, you focus on two women sitting of the edge of the pool. They kiss and fondle each other. One, a blonde, wears a slinky black one-piece suit, with strategic cut-outs to emphasize her curves. The other, a brunette, wears nothing but a string bikini bottom, her breasts of full display. She pulls the blonde closer, holding her head against her bare breasts.

The younger man stands by the side of the pool, you smile to see his tight boxers still stretched, outlining his hard cock. He looks your way, as if to ask permission to enter the pool. You nod.

He sinewy body glistens in the water under the city lights. He swims back and forth along the length of the pool.

The brunette sitting poolside notices and watches him swim past, while the blonde continues to kiss her breasts.

At the far end of the pool, a well dressed woman and another man watch as well.

The woman is dressed in a black cocktail dress, much more expensive, but much less revealing than the attire of most of the other guests. She wears diamond earrings and other expensive jewelry. The man is dressed to be paired with her. The detailing on his suit mirrors the detail on her dress.

They sit poolside. She sips a glass of champagne and watches the sights around her. They don’t engage each other. Rather he watches what she watches.

You sit across the poll, watching them, as she, and him in turn, focus on the young man swimming laps.

You are content, gazing out across the patio, taking the in the sights, sipping champagne. At first you focus on the brunette and the blonde attached to her breasts.

The brunette gently slips into the pool, leaving the blonde alone on the side, down on all fours. Standing in the shallow end of pool, the brunette is face to face with the blonde. She runs her hand over the blonde’s body. The blonde doesn’t move, letting the brunette do as she pleases. The brunette feels the blonde’s breasts and fondles her ass. The blonde closes her eyes as she does.

Smack!

Even from your distance you hear the sharp smack against the blonde’s skin, as the brunette smacks her ass. The blonde whimpers and her body tightens.

Still swimming, the younger man does laps, back and forth along the length of the pool, oblivious to the brunette, and the couple that is watching him.

Your eyes move back to the young man swimming, but more precisely to the well dressed woman intently watching him. It’s a bit too far away for you to make out clearly, but it seems when he swims mecidiyeköy escort toward the end of the pool she is sitting on, she leans forward and says something to him. He pauses mid-stroke, then pushes off the wall and swims back to the other end toward you.

He completes the lap and again pushes off, swimming back to the other end, only this time, instead of continuing, he stops and moves toward the steps in the corner of the pool.

The well-dressed woman’s eyes stay on him as he exits the pool. The man next to her stares as well. As he walks up the steps and out of the pool, his hard, slim body glistens. Wearing nothing but tight, wet, clingy boxers, the outline of his hard cock is obvious. Even from your distance in the dim light, you can make out the outline of his hardness. You can’t take your eyes off it.

The young man walks up the steps toward her. Her eyes never leave him. He pauses several feet in front of her. Her eyes move slowly up and down the length of his body.

You watch intently from your table, as her eyes stop and fixate on the hardness between his legs. She looks up at him as if to convey what she wants.

He looks backs toward you.

When he looks back, you are already looking right at him. He eyes stop on you. You stare right back, hesitating for an instant before simply nodding.

His eyes turn away from you and back to the well dressed lady and her companion. He looks right at her as his hands move to his hips. He slips his thumbs inside the waistband of his wet, clingy boxers. Slowly he slides them over his hips and down onto the tile next to the pool.

You watch as he stands naked, his huge, thick cock completely exposed. He’s clean shaven like the rest of his body. And his cock is so hard it juts out form his body, hanging still in the air, curving up toward the sky.

Seeing the silhouette of his sleek body and hard cock arching in the air, your skin tingles, and your pussy clenches.

You watch the well dressed woman as her mouth hangs open, overwhelmed by the site before her. It’s almost as if you can see her mouth watering as the lust overcomes her.

She stares at the sight to behold before her, aching to touch it, to wrap her hands around it.

The young man stands in front of her, just out of her reach. His cock stands at attention. She turns to the well-dressed man sitting next to her and grins, obviously pleased with the sight in front of her.

She reaches out her hand and motions for the man and his cock to step closer. It’s clear she wants to get a better look, to touch the hardness between his legs.

With the invitation to come closer, the young man looks back across the pool.

You stare back but don’t motion one way or the other. Instead you stand up. And with that man’s eyes move to the ground and he remains standing where he is.

You start walking toward the other end of the pool. For the first time the well dressed woman seems to notice you. Until then, she seemed to think she could do whatever she wanted and that whatever property she desired was hers.

But now that the young man refused her direction to step closer, she suddenly realizes that not be the case.

She takes her eyes off the prize in front of her, and watches you saunter across the patio toward them. Your dress perfectly accentuates your body.

When you arrive, there is an awkward pause in the proceedings. You look at the younger man. He briefly lifts his eyes from the ground to acknowledge you. You look down to admire his thick cock, still rock hard from all the attention.

As you look, you reach down and cup the young man’s balls, fondling them briefly. The man doesn’t react. He stands perfectly still, quite aware that his body is yours to do with as you please.

As you touch him, you look across at the well dressed woman.

“Do you like what you see?” you ask.

“Yes,” she replies as she stares at your hand fondling his balls, “very much so.”

“He is quite nice, isn’t he?” you reply, smiling slyly.

Moving to wrap your delicate hand around his thick cock, his body noticeably tenses as you gingerly slide your fingers up and down the length of his shift.

The well dressed lady’s mouth hangs open as she watches.

“I’m Donna,” you say as you introduce yourself.

“I’m Sarah,” she replies.

You turn toward the man that is accompanying her, and look him up and down briefly.

“Is he yours?”

“Yes,” Sarah replies, ‘his name is Alex.”

Your eyes go back to the young man’s thick cock, you watch as you continue sliding your hand up and down its length, showing it off, like the trophy that it is.

Sarah just escort bayan taksim watches, fixated on his cock and your hand wrapped around it. Alex stares at the floor, embarrassed by the attention Sarah is focusing on the young man and his cock.

You look toward Alex. His eyes shift away from your gaze.

“He is very obedient,” you say.

She looks at him briefly, then back at you, “Yes, he is.”

Alex stands up, he doesn’t need to be told. Sarah moves closer to him, reaching over his pants and between his legs to make sure he is hard.

You smile was you watch. Alex is clearly uncomfortable.

“Can I see?” you ask.

Sarah hesitates, clearly unsure how to react.

“He doesn’t compare.”

You go back fondling your trophy, making it obvious what you have.

Alex becomes even more uncomfortable, trying not to look at the cock that surely dwarfs his.

“That’s okay,” you say, “let’s compare anyway.”

Sarah’s shoulders slump. She knows she can’t refuse the request, especially after openly lusting over something that wasn’t hers. The party doesn’t work that way. Walking around in diamonds and a fancy dress, she thought she owned the place and that she could have anything she wanted.

Now it’s clear that’s not the case and that she must pay for her brazenness and bravado.

She steps aside and nods to Alex. There is nothing more she can do.

You watch as he slowly strips. First he removes his shoes and socks, next his jacket and neatly pressed shirt. You look him up and down as he does.

He pauses when he gets to his belt and looks at you for guidance instead of Sarah. You nod for him to continue. He does, methodically undoing his belt and letting it fall to the chair behind him.

Next he pulls down his zipper, letting his pants slide over his hips and onto the ground.

All that’s left between him and his hard cock is a pair of black boxer briefs.

Once again, he pauses and looks in your direction. Sarah looks at you as well.

You nod. Alex slips his two thumbs inside his waistband and starts to ever so slowly slide his boxers down.

He pulls them down over his hip bone and down the length of his legs. Your eyes travel with his hands as he finally steps out of the briefs and sets them aside.

He stands up, his body perfectly straight as he casts his eyes down at the ground in front of him.

You smile as he stands completely exposed in front of you.

His long lean body stands on display for all to see. His chest and his cock are both completely shaved, and the rest of his body, save his head, lacks any significant amount of body hair.

His cock is small, and pales in comparison to the younger man still in your grip. Being completely shaved provides a clear view of what he has to offer. His cock stands at attention, jutting slightly upward but with no curvature whatsoever.

You give Alex and his cock a good once over, and then with a simple nod from you, he spins his body around, so that you may get a full view.

Both you and Sarah watch as he spins, his entire body an object on display. He stops when he gets back around.

You smile at his obedience and step toward him, focusing on his cock as you do. He looks away as you approach.

Standing beside him now, you reach out and gingerly hold his balls. You continue fondling him as you stare down at his hardness. You can feel his body tense and shy away as you do.

He’s clearly nervous to be on display like this, knowing he doesn’t measure up.

His body flinches when you briefly squeeze his balls. Nonchalantly you move your hand from his balls to his shaft. You wrap your hand around it. It’s obviously no match for the younger man standing next to you.

You look down as you gently touch it. You see goose bumps start to form on his skin.

“It’s so nice and smooth,” you say as you touch it.

“Yes, ma’am,” he replies.

“Does she make you shave it?” you ask as your eyes turn toward Sarah.

“So that it looks bigger than it is?”

“Yes ma’am.”

You continue to touch it, grinning as you do.

“It’s so cute.”

You look up at the younger man standing nearby. His huge cock is still standing at attention.

You motion for him to come closer. You smile at Sarah as you do.

The younger man moves to stand next to you. Now you’re situated between the two naked men, slyly smiling, with two hard cocks flanking either side.

With your hand still wrapped around the Alex’s cock, you look down at the younger’s man’s cock.

“Come closer.”

He takes a step closer. The two men are now facing each other, with you standing slightly escort behind but in between them.

Their hard cocks are now pointing directly at each other.

Alex’s cock stands straight and stiff, angled slightly up. His cock looks tiny in comparison. The young man’s cock almost seems to throb, as it stands at attention curved toward the ceiling.

You clearly relish the situation. Two hard cocks right in front of you, on display for your pleasure.

Sarah remains silent knowing there isn’t much she can do.

You wrap one hand around each cock, clearly playing up the difference with how easy it seems to wrap your hand around one, but how much harder it is to grip the other.

With both cocks in your hand, you look towards Sarah and smile. Sarah is clearly at a loss.

“What do you think Sarah?” as you move the cocks in your hand.

“Yes.” she says sheepishly.

“Yes what?” you reply, “Yes, they don’t compare?”

“Yes, they don’t compare,” Sarah says…

“No, they don’t do they?”

You playfully move your hand up and down the shaft of the younger man.

“This one is so big and thick.”

Then you move your hand up and down the shaft of the other.

“And this one is…well…cute I guess.”

You look directly at Sarah.

“No wonder you wanted to see this,” as you move your fingers along the length of the young man’s cock.

“But that’s not very nice, looking at things that aren’t yours, is it?”

“No,” is the only thing she can say.

You nod, acknowledging what you both know. Sarah takes several steps forward, close to where you are standing with the two men.

You suggestively run your hand up and down the shaft of the younger man.

“You’d love to do this, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes,” Sarah softly replies.

“You want to touch this big cock, don’t you? To feel it throb in your hand.”

“Yes.”

“To feel it inside you, filling you, stretching you, overwhelming you.”

“Yes.”

You stroke it like the prize that it is, right in front of her.

“It’s so big and so thick and so hard, isn’t it?”

You hold it out towards her, forcing her to look at the cock you own, the cock in your hand.

She nods silently, embarrassed by the situation and badly wanting what she can’t have.

“Do you think you could handle a cock like this?”

She doesn’t answer.

You grab the other man’s cock.

“After seeing this little thing that you brought, I don’t think so.”

You look down at the little cock in your hand.

“I’m not sure what this is even good for.”

You move your free hand to the big cock, now taking a cock in each hand.

“But this, well,” you say smiling.

“This is mine.”

Sarah bows her head.

“What makes you think you can come to my party and try and take what is mine?”

Sarah stares at the ground, never moving.

“You come here in your jewelry and your fancy clothes.”

You turn and grab the well dressed man’s small cock.

“And all you offer is this.”

Sarah eyes lift slightly.

“Is that that best you can do?”

Sarah doesn’t answer. She briefly raises her head to catch your eye, before returning her gaze to the ground like a little school girl being scolded.

You turn toward Alex and look directly into his eyes. As you do you take his shaft in your hand, moving it up and down, seductively, tantalizingly.

His mouth hangs open, as his eyes roll back in his head. Tiny whimpers escape from his lips that he desperately tries to conceal.

Sarah looks up to see what is happening. She freezes at the sight, humiliated, and unable to say a word.

The man’s body goes limp as you continuing stroking him. His whimpers become louder.

Then suddenly you stop.

“This is the best you can do?”

Sarah looks up, directly at you.

She pauses as your eyes meet. Not a word his spoken. After the awkward pause, she relents, and casts her eyes downward once again.

You turn and look at the younger man, nodding briefly.

He turns and walks away, moving to a nearby table, and grabbing a small metal stool that is lying there.

He returns and sets the stool next to you. Then tenderly taking your hand, he helps you step onto the stool.

In your high heels, standing on the stool, you now look down at Sarah.

Your eyes move toward Alex and his tiny cock. A smile begins to form on your face. Sarah watches your every move.

Your smile widens as you look back at the young man’s big, hard, throbbing cock next to you.

Then you look back toward Sarah standing beneath you.

Your gaze turns from a smile into something more serious.

Sarah looks up from the ground. Your eyes remain locked on her as she steps forward.

Now standing directly in front of you, Sarah looks up, while you look down straight into her eyes. You nod gently.

Sarah kneels before you.

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A Grand Slam

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I went to watch the Wales versus Ireland rugby game on Saturday. I’m not a follower of rugby, but any excuse for a drink in the company of lots of men gets my vote! Unfortunately when I have had a few drinks I get a little cocky and think I know it all, which was obviously not the case at the weekend. With just having had St. Patrick’s Day I was all for Ireland winning the game, and made a bet with a bunch of Welsh supporters that Ireland would win. I offered to bet £20 but they said if I was that sure I should make it £100. I guess the drink bolstered my confidence so I agreed, even though I didn’t have that amount of money with me.

It all started so well, but it was soon obvious that I had made a bit of a mistake, and throughout the match the guys were getting full of themselves about taking my money. I phoned a few of my friends and asked them to come bail me out, but they had gone to Liverpool shopping and wouldn’t be back in time. I decided there was only one thing for it, and that was to get drunk! I went to the bar to get another bottle of wine and thought about sneaking out, but one of the guys had followed me and escorted me back into the pool room that had the big screen.

It was only half time and I could already feel the effects of the first bottle of wine. Some of the guys were playing pool and I watched them for a while. They were both pretty useless, which gave me an idea. I would wait until after the match and offer to play them and make the bet double or quits.

Before long the game restarted and for a minute I hoped Ireland looked like getting back into it, but I guess that was just wishful thinking. I poured myself another glass and carried on with my original idea of getting drunk. Pretty soon the game ended with Wales emerging victorious and winning the Grand Slam. The guys were shouting and jumping around in celebration and I thought for a minute that they had forgotten about our bet, but no such luck.

“Come on then girl, pay up” one of them demanded.

“How would you like to make it double or quits,” I asked.

“What do you have in mind,” asked gaziantep escort one of the guys who I had watched earlier.

“I will play you at a game of pool, and if you win I will give you £200, but if I win we call it quits.”

“Ok you’re on,” he said.

I set the balls up, and we tossed a coin for the break, which I won.

As I bent to play my shot one of the guys wolf whistled. He was stood at the bottom of the table and had a great view down the front of my top as it hung loose, showing off a good deal of cleavage. I made a good break, getting a red in and I went on to pot another two before I missed. He missed his first shot and I got another one in before I missed my next ball. This was looking easy, and I asked if they wanted to make it more interesting. I was surprised they agreed, and when they said they would write off my debt and give me £100 if I won I said ok.

“But what if by some miracle you win,” I said with a sarcastic smirk on my face.

“Then you get on the table and give us a strip,” he said.

I knew it was a bit risky agreeing to their bet, but I had virtually got the game won so I said ok.

Have you ever had a sinking feeling in your stomach when you know you’ve been conned?

He bent to play his shot…….and that was it, I never got to play another ball, he even smiled at me as he sank the black ball, cocky sod never even watched it go in, just looked at me the whole time.

The whole place erupted with cheers as the ball went down, almost as loud as when the rugby game was won!

“Here, let me help you up on the table,” one of them offered.

He took hold of me around the waist and lifted me up in one quick move. I couldn’t believe I had been so stupid.

“Put some music on the juke box for me,” I asked.

Some smart sod must think he was really clever, and I started dancing seductively as “Sink the Pink” began playing.

There must have been about 30 guys watching me as I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and shrugged it off my shoulders. I had a sheer white bra on which left very little escort gaziantep to the imagination. My nipples were clearly visible and were standing erect. I kicked off my shoes and unfastened my belt and pulled it from the loops in my jeans. Taking hold of each end I slipped it between my legs and began rubbing myself on it, working it back and forth. The guys were really getting into it and some of the comments were getting pretty rude, some of them telling me to “rub my pussy” on it.

I dropped the belt and unfastened the buttons on my jeans. Wriggling my hips I slipped them down really slowly to reveal my matching panties. I sat on the table and offered my legs to the guys, asking them to pull my jeans off for me. So there I was, sat on a pool table in the middle of the day wearing nothing but a very see through set of lingerie. I stood up and slowly walked around the edge of the table, letting them all feast their eyes on me. They were all drooling at my Brazilian which was clear through my panties.

Reaching behind my back I unfastened my bra and as it fell I cupped my breasts in my hands. I could feel my erect nipples poking in to my hands and I began to rub them. It felt good, very good. I raised my arms I the air, giving them all their first look at my naked breasts. The whistling and cheering began again and it had the effect of making me feel very desirable.

I lay out on the table and began caressing my body, paying a lot of attention to my nipples. I was suddenly feeling very turned on, and as I writhed around I could feel my pussy moisten.

I raised my bottom off the table and hooked my thumbs into the waist band of my panties. As I peeled them off I could feel them cling to my wet pussy….god I was turned on. Reaching between my legs I cupped my pussy. The heat down there was unbelievable, and I couldn’t resist slipping a finger between my folds. I was so wet my finger went in easily. I brought it out and up to my clit, using my wetness to lubricate it as I slowly worked circles all around it. It felt amazing and I closed my eyes as I felt my gaziantep escort bayan orgasm approaching. My other hand was pulling on my nipple as I worked my pussy.

I slipped two fingers inside myself, then added a third. I love the feeling of being full.

“Why don’t you try using this,” I heard a voice say.

Opening my eyes I saw a guy holding out a pool cue. I looked at it for a second, it was quite thick, just how I like it, but the thought of putting something inside myself that had god knows what on it made me say no.

“It could have all sorts of germs on it,” I said.

With that he pulled out his wallet and removed a condom, opening the packet and rolling it over the cue. I suddenly needed to feel it inside me, to feel my tight pussy being stretched wide in front of all these guys. Looking straight at him, I spread my legs wide and said,

“Do it to, fuck me with it,” I begged.

I used my hands to spread my pussy lips open for him as he slide the end of the condom covered cue into my hot, wet pussy. It felt so hard, not like the real thing but it felt oh-so-good! I began to flick my clit again as he fucked me with it, the crowd encouraging him to “do it to the slut” and “fuck the bitch.” This just made me feel hornier, sluttier. My pussy was on fire now, so hot and wet that my juices began trickling down the cheeks of my bottom. My orgasm came quickly, and as I shuddered I felt myself squirt as I came.

I was breathing so hard my breasts were jiggling as my chest rose and fell, and as he withdrew the cue I felt so empty. I looked around at the faces in the crowd, every one of them looking at me hungrily. I had the urge to have a real cock inside me, but I knew that if I went down that road I wouldn’t be able to stop them if they all wanted to fuck me, and I didn’t fancy being gangbanged by 30 guys.

I sat up on the table and asked for my clothes. From the back of the crowd my jeans and blouse appeared, but someone had kept my bra and panties as a souvenir! As I got dressed the guys began to clap and cheer, but slowly the crowd thinned out. Some of them were loitering around, possibly in the hope that they might get lucky, but I made my excuses and left.

All week I have been thinking of what I did, and I have played with myself every night fantasising about what would have happened if I had let them all fuck me. Maybe next time…

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A Peek at the Comics Ch. 06

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don’t expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me. Your opinions are welcome but your attacks are not.

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I stopped over at Montoni’s for a slice of pizza one night with plans to survey the crowd for other potential women to peek at and when I saw Mr. Moore, who’d been one of my teachers in high school, I remembered that he helped out with managing Montoni’s during summer break. I was taken by surprise when Mrs. Williams, who’d worked in the school office, came in to see him then kissed him goodbye and said she’d pick him up later. I got to thinking about the potential for seeing something between the two of them as I sat there or even just catching a Mrs. Williams naked, since she was not hard on the eyes for an older woman. She was also one of the few black women in town and the thought of seeing some darker skin was pretty enticing. I didn’t think I’d have the time to figure out where the two of them lived that night before closing, so I decided to come back later in my car and try following them. If that didn’t work out, I’d just figure out the next day where they both lived and add their houses to my growing list of potential peeping sites.

Since it would be a few hours before Montoni’s closed, I visited a few other windows with limited success. As closing time drew nearer, I found a spot where I could see Mrs. Williams’ arrival and be ready for a discreet tailing. I watched as a car parked at the back of the building in the spot reserved for the tenant in the apartment above the pizzeria but wasn’t surprised when Mrs. Williams emerged from the gaziantep escort shadows, as I’d seen a “For Rent” sign in the upstairs apartment window. I decided to stay where I was until they emerged and, if the car didn’t go anywhere once they were in it, I’d sneak up closer; otherwise, I’d maintain the plan to try to follow them.

I was surprised a short while later, after the rest of the employees were gone, when Mr. Moore and Mrs. Williams rounded the corner of the building and, rather than heading for her car, started up the stairs to the apartment. I was pretty sure that the only way to see into the apartment would be through the window next to the door at the top of the stairs, so I’d have to follow them if was going to attempt to see anything. Fortunately, the outside light over the door was not on. I didn’t know what part of the apartment that window would look into or what the chances were that I’d actually be able to see anything, but I figured that, with the apartment vacant, the lack of furniture might keep them from wandering too far from the door.

As soon as the door was closed behind them, I slipped stealthily over and up the stairs, then peeked into the window. I was looking into the kitchen, where Mr. Moore and Mrs. Williams stood, making out while his hands were kneading her ass through her short skirt. I didn’t have to wonder very long if they might move further into the empty apartment when Mrs. Williams pulled her mouth away from Mr. Moore’s, said something I couldn’t hear, then dropped to her knees. I felt the blood begin flowing to my cock as she unfastened his belt then opened his jeans. She worked them down a little bit, then fished out his rigid tool and pumped it in her fist before engulfing it between her thick lips.

Mr. Moore’s hands went immediately to her hair as he threw his own head back and closed his eyes. With one hand, Mrs. Williams was pumping Mr. Moore’s cock while she slid her lips up and down it and, with the escort gaziantep other, she was caressing his balls. I did not pull out my cock despite how hard it was because I was going to wait until I saw some of Mrs. Williams’ chocolaty skin. I chanced a quick glance down at her ass and became even more anxious to see what was under her short skirt. Fortunately, she didn’t spend too much time sliding her thick lips up and down Mr. Moore’s tool before standing up and turning her back on us.

She bent over while raising her skirt, just as I’d hoped, then started sliding her panties down, revealing her round, black ass to us. Mr. Moore stepped up behind her and guided his pink tool between her lips, then grasped her by the hips and pulled her back until he was completely embedded and his hips were pressed against her ass. As she reached one hand back between her legs while bracing herself against the kitchen counter with the other, Mr. Moore started to slowly fuck her. Once he had a good rhythm going, he moved his hands up to squeeze her big tits through her blouse while continuing to pump his cock in and out of her.

I still had not extracted my cock because I wanted to see her tits and, hopefully, her pussy while I was stroking off, though I was not expecting to see her naked. In the meantime, I was watching her ass jiggle each time Mr. Moore’s hips tapped against it. I noticed that her panties were still around her ankles and, combined with her skirt around her waist, I found this surprisingly erotic. I also realized that I could hear her moaning coming through the window and it sounded like it was getting louder around the same time it appeared that she was pushing back against his incoming thrusts. I hoped that Mr. Moore wasn’t close to being done because I didn’t want to end up dashing down the stairs without seeing more of Mrs. Williams’ flesh and without having a chance to cum myself.

As had been the case quite a bit since I started my new hobby, gaziantep escort bayan I completely lucked out. Mr. Moore continued to fuck Mrs. Williams as she appeared to be cumming but, when she’d finished, he pulled out and had her straighten up and turn around. They made out briefly as he lifted her onto the counter, leaving her panties on the floor, and, before he slipped into her again, she raised her skirt and spread her legs, giving me a quick look at her black bush. I debated whether to pull my cock out yet but, as Mr. Moore started fucking her again, he was also unbuttoning her blouse. I held off until he had her blouse completely open and, after fondling her tits through her bra, he unfastened it and raised it up above them. I had my cock out at about the same time as I got my first look at her succulent brown globes before Mr. Moore’s hands were all over them.

I was slowly stroking my rigid cock compared to Mr. Moore, who appeared to be fucking Mrs. Williams a lot harder and faster now. I wasn’t seeing as much as I would have liked, but I was still completely aroused by what I had seen. I was getting close to cumming when Mr. Moore pulled out and Mrs. Williams hopped off the counter. I was happy to get another look at her pussy before her skirt covered it and even happier when she took her tits in her hands and squeezed them around Mr. Moore’s cock. She had only slid them up and down a couple of times before I was shooting my load onto the wall below the window. At about the time I was finished and was tucking my cock away, Mr. Moore’s cock erupted all over Mrs. Williams’ tits.

I couldn’t skulk away while there was still ebony flesh to be seen, so I remained in place, ready to quietly descend the stairs as soon as they were headed toward the door. Mr. Moore stood there with his cock hanging out, catching his breath, as Mrs. Williams first scooped his cum into her mouth, then pulled her bra cups back down over her tits. As she stood and pulled her panties back on, I got one last look at her ass, then moved slowly down the stairs and headed for home before they even came out of the apartment. I was still going to try to figure out where they both lived, but I wasn’t expecting that I’d see anything else if I followed them that night, so I decided not to bother.

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A Day by the Pool Pt. 02

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Part 1

‘Are you sure this is a good idea?’ I asked my friend as we were getting out of the car. ‘What if there are people we know here?’

It had been two weeks since our nude sunbathing and mutual masturbation. Is that what it is called though? We masturbated in front of each other. So, whatever that is. Ok, and then we kissed a bit.

Since then we ignored it for about a week but then started talking about it. We both agreed that the catalyst for the whole thing was being nude outside and how much of a turn on that was. From there one thing led to another. The other being that there is a nude beach not too far from where I live. It is something that was always joked about at school. People told stories of going but I’m not sure anyone ever did. It was never something that was talked about seriously and never something that was discussed in any way other than: ‘ew, wouldn’t that be weird.’

But things were different now. We had both admitted to each other that we really liked being nude outside. Inside too I supposed. When I think about it, that is probably might explain why I’ve always slept naked. Apart from that I’ve never really had any opportunities be nude until the past few years since I finished high school and my parents were happy to leave me in the house alone.

‘Well, everyone will be doing the same thing, so they are not going to care,’ came the immediate reply from my friend. We were sitting in the parking lot, and had been for a few minutes. We had both agreed to go to the nude beach, but once we were there we froze.

‘Ok, let’s talk this through then,’ I said. ‘We are talking about getting naked in public.’

‘Not public. In public it is against the rules. At this beach it is actually the rule to be naked.’

‘Ok, that is fair.’

‘So, what is worrying you the most?’ she asked.

That was a big question. A really big one. What was worrying me? I was able to admit to myself that I liked being naked. That I liked swimming in the nude. I go to the beach all the time in bikinis. What is the problem? What?

‘What if someone sees us? What if they think we are weird?’ That was my problem. The shame of being weird and different.

‘Umm. I think I’ve already answered that, haven’t I?’

‘Ok, yes. But it is hard to shake.’

‘I know. I feel the same way.’

‘You do? Why didn’t you say?’ I asked.

‘Because I’m busy talking you off the ledge!’

‘But if you don’t want to go either…’

‘Hang on, I didn’t say that. I just said I was scared. I definitely want to do this.’

‘What? I’m confused.’ I said.

‘Ok,’ she said. ‘I’ll try to explain.’

She hesitated a moment, as if collecting her thoughts, then continued, ‘I’m nervous. I’m a bit scared. The idea of being out there in front of people is terrifying. The idea of being judged is terrifying. We are sitting in this car and putting it off and I’m kind of ok with that. But on the other hand, Well, how can I put this.’

Then she continued, ‘I’m wet just thinking about going out there nude. And I really really want to do it, no matter how scary it is.’

This shocked me. I couldn’t believe she was telling me she was wet. I felt an immediate a tingling in my pussy, and I immediately thought back to when I was staring directly at her wet pussy.

‘What?’ she asked.

‘Ok. Firstly, you’ve talked me into it. It is good to know you are nervous too. And I want to go with you. I’ll need you to take the lead though.’ Then I stopped talking. Not sure how to continue.

‘And secondly?’

‘Well, secondly. Secondly now I’m a bit turned on too. And thirdly, I can’t believe you said that!’

‘What, that I’m wet?’ she quickly replied. Then she moved her hand to her pussy. We were both wearing bikinis with sarongs over the top. Enough to cover everything when we were standing but sitting down allowed easy access to the pussy, should that be a goal. It never had been before but apparently things change.

I looked at her hand and saw it go between her legs, and rub up and down. Then I looked at her. She was looking at me, and smiled. She moved her hand again and when I looked down again I saw her hand going down the front of her bikini, all the way down between her thighs. I saw her clearly rubbing her clit, then moving further down and pushing a finger into her pussy. Then she pulled it out and reached over to me. She traced my lips with her finger and I could feel that it was wet and could smell her pussy on her finger. Instinctively I opened my mouth and licked her finger. She pushed it into my mouth and I closed my lips on it and circled it with my tongue. Our eyes met and she said, ‘You are so fucking hot. My god.’

I opened my mouth and she took out her finger. ‘So are you.’

It was probably only a moment that elapsed but a thousand thoughts went through my head. I couldn’t believe that I’d just had her finger in my mouth. I couldn’t believe that her finger had her juices on it. And I couldn’t believe how much I liked it.

‘So, you ready now?’ she asked, breaking elazığ escort me out of my thoughts.

‘Are you asking if I am so turned on by the idea of this, and of seeing you naked again, that it outweighs the fear of being naked in public?’

‘Yes, that is exactly what I’m asking.’

‘Then yes, absolutely,’ I replied.

‘Awesome. Let’s do this.’ She opened the door and got out of the car and I automatically did the same.

We walked around to the back of the car to get our bags. There was a sign up, just for people like us, it seemed. ‘Please remain dressed in the parking lot. Disrobe when you reach the beach.’

I closed the trunk and turned to my friend. She smiled at me, took my hand, then turned towards the path to the beach.

Part 2

The path wound through some dunes so you couldn’t see the beach until you were right on it, which I suppose is part of the reason it was designated a nude beach. It wouldn’t really be the same if it could be seen from the road!

Suddenly, as we wound around a corner, we were on the beach. The ocean was in front of us, gentle waves crashing on the beach. The beach itself was incredible. Soft sand, about 50 yards from where we were to the water, which curved around in a horseshoe shape, making it secluded but big enough to feel open.

Both of us stopped when we got to the beach. We looked at each other, then back to the beach.

‘Ok, where to now?’ I asked.

‘Let’s go over there,’ she said, pointing to the area to the right of the entrance we were standing in.

She immediately started walking in the direction she pointed, and I, of course, followed. It was a perfect day, so there were quite a few people there. It felt very awkward to look at them, but it was hard not to. Thank god for sunglasses. There was an old couple walking to the beach, hand in hand. Two women sunbathing on their backs, and a guy sunbathing on his stomach. They were all nude, but we were still wearing our bikinis and sarongs.

‘Are we supposed to be naked already?’ I asked.

‘Nah, let’s just find a good spot and get settled. Then do it.’

‘Ok, that sounds good.’

We kept walking, getting closer and closer to the guy on his stomach. He was facing the other way and couldn’t possibly have known we were there . Then he rolled onto his back and I could see his face. My heart dropped, and I squeezed my friend’s hand.

‘Oh my god. That is our old coach, right?’ I whispered.

‘Oh wow. I think you’re right.’

‘What do we do?’

‘We keep going of course. On the same path we were already on.’

‘This is weird.’

‘Yes, but it will be weird for him too. And we are still dressed.’

This helped me control the knots in my stomach and I kept walking next to her. We were getting closer and closer. I could make out more and more of him and could eventually see his and heavily groomed groin.

Just as I was starting to wonder if he had noticed us, he looked directly over at us and waved.

‘What do we do?’ I asked.

‘Well, we need to be polite, and normal, I think.’

So, we walked over towards our naked coach. My god this was weird.

‘Hey guys,’ he said. ‘Beautiful day for it.’

‘Sure is,’ replied my friend instantly. Taking it all in her stride.

‘I haven’t seen you here before,’ he said.

‘First time,’ she said, and smiled.

‘Oh, awesome. You’ll love it. Just relax. No one cares about anything here.’

‘Ok, thanks for the advice. See you later.’ She said, and started walking. I wasn’t feeling anywhere near as brave as she did, but gave him a quick smile and followed my friend, a step or two behind.

‘That was SO weird,’ I said.

‘Well, like I said, it is probably just as weird for him to see us.’

‘Ok, maybe, but he was naked.’

‘Well, we will be too. And he will see it.’

‘What?’ I quickly asked.

‘We are stopping here.’ she said.

We were about 20 yards away from where he was and my friend stopped and put her bag down.

‘Are you serious?’

‘Absolutely.’

‘But we are so close.’

‘No we aren’t, and he isn’t even looking in this direction. We have to stop somewhere and this is a pretty great spot.’ With that she reached down and started unpacking her towel and sunscreen.

I stood still for a moment, with my bag still in my hand. I quickly realised that I was still just scared, and that the next step was to find a spot and take my clothes off. Then I realised, there was no spot to take my clothes off. I would be doing it out in the open. And this shook me and excited me, like just about everything else. Somehow it seemed different to be suddenly magically naked, compared to stripping off in public. Stripping can be such a sensual thing. But… ‘Oh, come on, get a grip and just do it,’ I thought to myself. Then I put my bag down and started unpacking it, just as my friend was.

We both took off our sarongs and started to put sunscreen on, just like we had done hundreds of times before at the beach. Legs, first, escort elazığ then arms. Stomach and chest, then neck and face. At this point we usually do each other’s backs. I was just finishing my face when my friend turned around and asked me to do her back. I moved over and squirted out some sunscreen. Then, without saying anything, she took her top off. I gasped out loud.

‘Wow, I can’t believe you just did it, simple as that.’

‘Well, not that simple, but pretty amazing.’

‘Really?’

‘Oh, yes. Can you feel that light breeze?’

‘No.’

‘Well, you will feel it on your nipples once you take your top off.’

‘Haha, ok, that’s something to look forward to.’

I kept going on her back. She has a big back, wide shoulders, and I love both those things. She’s pretty muscular but not excessively so. And, at 6-1, she was quite a specimen.

She knew when I was done and turned around to face me. That was when I saw those incredible boobs again.

‘Wow, they are still spectacular,’ I said, unable to help myself.

‘Thanks sweetie. That’s always nice to hear. Now it is time for your back, ok?’

I looked at her. ‘Ok, I’m ready. But we need to swap places.’

‘Why?’

‘Because he is over there, I don’t want to be facing him.’

‘Absolutely no way,’ came the immediate response. ‘Suck it up and do it.’

She said the last part more strongly than the first. So much so that I turned around and did what I was told without thinking. I undid my top and let it fall onto my towel. Oh my god, I was actually doing this. I felt like I should be covering up my boobs, but knew I didn’t have to. I was terrified but also so turned on.

‘Oh my god.’

‘I feel like you are saying that a lot,’ she said.

‘I’m thinking it a lot too!’

‘Haha, me too.’

Then I felt her hands on my bare back, rubbing in the sunscreen. I just stood there and looked around as she did her job. I could see our coach lying on his back, looking straight up. I hoped he couldn’t see me. A bit further away I could see the couple returning from the beach. Then some more further away. All in all I counted about 25 people. All different sizes and shapes and genders. All naked.

‘All done sweetie,’ I heard.

I turned around and faced her.

‘Hey, my eyes are up here,’ she said.

‘Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.’

‘Want to touch them?’

‘Out here? No way. Jesus.’

‘Pity,’ she said, then changed the subject somewhat. ‘I still love your nipples and would love to touch them.’

‘Hell no.’

‘Maybe later?’

This relaxed me a little, ‘well, that might be possible,’ and I smiled.

‘In that case I guess I’ll have to put sunscreen on my own boobs,’ she said, and started doing just this. I did the same, but was watching her every move. My nipples were starting to tingle and were definitely getting hard. I couldn’t help but start to rub them and tweak them. She was doing just the same and we were both clearly enjoying ourselves.

‘Probably should stop now,’ she said. ‘We still have more to do.’

I knew what she meant but didn’t want to bring it up myself.

I watched her as she stopped rubbing her nipples and moved her hands to her bikini bottoms. She quickly slid them down her legs and took them off then threw them onto the towel.

‘Your turn now.’

‘I can’t’

‘You can and you will,’ she said, with that same slightly forceful tone as before. Once again I did as I was told and very quickly I was standing naked, in front of my naked friend, at the beach, in front of a whole lot of other people.

‘How do you feel,’ she asked.

‘Terrified,’ I replied. ‘Exhilarated,’ I added.

‘I know exactly how you feel.’

‘Really?’

‘Of course, I’m just not complaining about it!’

‘Fuck you,’ I replied.

‘Haha, you’re welcome.’

Then she got her sunscreen. ‘Want some?’ she asked.

She poured some out on my hand, and took some herself. I realised how weird I felt, once again. I’d never put sunscreen on my butt before. I’d never had to. But I followed her lead and protected my butt, then moved around to the front.

‘By the way, I love how clean your pussy is. Do you shave it, or wax?’ she asked.

‘I actually got a Brazilian yesterday, specially. Thanks for noticing,’ and I smiled.

‘Haha, you’re welcome. I shaved this morning specially. And then I masturbated, thinking about this exact moment, finally being nude in public. I am so fucking excited right now. And the only thing I have left to put sunscreen on is my pussy, and as soon as I touch anything near there I’m going to want to masturbate again. Oh, and by the way, belated Overshare Alert.’

‘Haha, too little too late. But also, that’s fine. Not gonna lie, I masturbated as soon as I got home from the waxing. I went home to look at it in the mirror and, well, one thing led to another.’

‘Yeah, I get that, she replied. Then she squirted out some sunscreen and started rubbing it on her skin. Going down from her elazığ escort bayan belly button, to the top of her pussy. I started doing the same and pretty soon we were both trying not to rub out clits at the same time.

‘Ok,’ I said. ‘I think maybe we should go for a swim to cool off.’

‘Oh wow, I thought I’d have to talk you into doing that.’

‘Haha, well, I’m scared as hell, but I’ve got to do something to distract myself from rubbing my clit and staring at your body, otherwise I’m not going to be able to stop myself.’

So, we put away our sunscreen and started walking down to the water. It was such a thrill. Walking along, in public. Wearing nothing at all. Even though there was not much material in a bikini, it felt so different. The breeze felt different. The sun felt different on my skin. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet. It all felt awesome.

Before long we got to the water. I was a bit disappointed with the idea of my body not being exposed, but excited to feel the water on my skin. It was cold, but not too cold. And we both just started wading in until we were up to our waists. Then took the plunge and ducked under the water. I came up first and was wiping the water from my eyes. Then she came up slowly, facing me. Her head first, then shoulders, then her boobs started coming out of the water. They looked incredible. It was as if a photographer was lighting our tiny little world. The sun was shining perfectly on her, sparkling the water sliding down her boobs, making channels around her nipples. She completely stood up now and looked absolutely spectacular, like an Amazon goddess. All I wanted to do was reach out and touch them, and touch her.

After a few moments she opened her eyes and looked directly at me.

‘This feels incredible,’ she said. ‘And you look incredible. I am very, very, very glad that we came. What about you?’

‘My god. Same. And YOU look incredible. Oh my fucking god. When you came out of the water just then you looked amazing.’

‘Oh, thanks sweetie. Anything in particular?’

I hesitated, as I always seem to do, but thought I’d go with honesty. ‘Your boobs looked just perfect. The light, the water, the situation. It was all I could do not to reach out and touch them.’

‘I wish you had,’ she immediately replied.

‘Are you serious? Out in the open?’

‘I’m serious. I wish you had. I’m not completely sure it would be a good idea though,’ she said, and laughed when she’d finished.

This made me relax. It was nice joking about things. Things that were pretty serious and made me ask questions about myself. But really, I already knew the answers. I knew that my friend turned me on. I knew that I found women attractive, as well as guys. I knew that I was really turned on being naked in public like this. And I knew my friend felt the same. So I started to relax and then I got a bit of courage. But before I could say anything my friend broke the silence.

‘What are you thinking about?’

This time I didn’t hesitate. ‘I’m thinking about how hot you are and about how hot I feel out here naked in the water.’

She smiled. A caring smile. ‘Me too.’

Then she slowly slid down so her boobs were under the water. I could see her hands move to her nipples as she started pinching them. This was all I needed to see and so I copied her actions and I could barely wait until my nipples were below the waterline before I started pinching them hard.

‘Come over here,’ I heard her say as I was thinking about how turned on I was. So I did as I was told and moved over. She took her hands off her nipples and moved them to mine. I dropped my hands so she could access my long hard nipples. I was looking down at her hands as she said, ‘I’ve thought a lot about when you sucked my nipple back at your place. I really want to do it to you.’

‘Out here?’ I asked immediately. But quickly wished I hadn’t. Because I really wanted to feel her mouth on my nipples.

‘Yes, out here.’ She released my nipples and stood up, so I did the same. ‘Move around so that you are facing away from the beach.’

I did as I was told and she moved around to face me. Once again I couldn’t take my eyes off her boobs. But as I was looking at them they quickly disappeared underwater as she ducked down to my nipple level. Before I could say anything she put one in her mouth and sucked hard. It felt incredible. I could only assume no one could see what was happening but I was very quickly too turned on to care. Then she moved to the other nipple. Before putting it in her mouth her eyes looked up at me and she asked, ‘Are you enjoying this as much as I am?’

I smiled and said, ‘Well, I’m enjoying it a lot.’

She smiled back and said, ‘Hopefully I can make it even better.’

She put the other nipple in her mouth and gently nibbled. It felt amazing but not as amazing as a moment later when I felt a hand move up between my legs. I instinctively spread my legs to give access, without thinking that this was my best friend and I was on a public beach.

Quickly her hand moved up and her thumb immediately found my clit. For some reason this surprised me as any guys who had their hand between my legs had no idea where it might be, if they even cared. But this thought was quickly pushed out of my mind as a finger gently slid into me.

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“Will you just tell me what the big surprise is!”

I turned to the gorgeous leggy brunette sitting in the passenger seat of my little red roadster, who had just asked me the same question she had asked me about 50 times already that day.

“You will just have to wait and see” I replied, grinning at her with my trademark cheesey smile.

We were cruising down the ocean highway, heading towards my favourite beach, which was nestled about a half hours’ hike into the national park. I didn’t want to tell her that just yet though, as the beach was something special, and was going to be another first for her.

“Now you did bring everything I told you, didn’t you?” I asked.

“Of course I did, I brought my walking shoes, a towel, good sunscreen and my bikini, just like you said”

I grinned again, thinking to myself that she would be rather surprised in just a few minutes.

We came up to the National Park turn off and I guided the roadster down the narrow ribbon of tarmac. As I did, I reached over and took her hand in mine, squeezing it gently as my excitement built. I had been looking forward to this day for months.

We came up to a road side clearing, where there were a few other cars parked and I pulled in beside an old VW Kombi.

“Come on then” I exclaimed, as I hopped from the car.

She gathered her bag, and helped me wrestle the roof of the roadster up. Once I was comfortable my baby was secure, I grabbed my towel from the trunk, took her hand once more, and led her to a path marked with a “Beach” signpost.

We traipsed down the path, as it wound its way from the top of a ridge where we had parked, down through a beautifully green rainforest. After perhaps ten minutes of walking in silence, she spoke up again.

“This beach must be something special if people are prepared to walk all this way in!”

Once more I grinned, saying “It is definitely something special, the walk keeps the masses away. I think you will love it.”

Just as I said that, we stepped into broad daylight, reaching a look out that had a magic view of the beach we were destined for. It was a magical sight. A crescent of yellow white sand stretched out before us, with the gorgeous blue Pacific lapping at its edges.

“Wow it’s beautiful” she exclaimed.

I smiled with her, and we continued down the path. After another 10 minutes or so of traipsing through the forest, we emerged at the base of a sand dune. We followed the path up the dune and crested the top, stopping once more to take in the view. The same amazing view of beautifully clear water greeted us, as did the warm sand under our feet. We could just see a few towels and people up the northern end of the beach.

“I love it” she exclaimed, and hugged me deeply.

I led her down to the foreshore and towards the southern end of the beach. As we walked we dodged the waves, each trying to kick water at the other, laughing all the way. After a few minutes of fun, I led her back up from the water to the edge of the dunes.

I flipped out my towel and then slid my t-shirt over my head, before stretching out on the towel. After watching me, she dragged her towel from her backpack and positioned it next elazığ escort to mine, before, a little shyly, slipping her t-shirt and shorts off her gorgeous body. I gave a quiet whistle as I admired her, her long lithe body stunning in a tiny black rainbow g-string bikini, the triangles seemingly only just covering those special places on a woman’s body.

“Stop it” she exclaimed, as she quickly settled on to her towel.

We both rolled onto our sides so we were facing each other grinning like silly school kids.

“Aside, from its beauty, there is something else special about this beach, can you guess what” I asked her.

“I have no idea, and I think after such a long journey to get here, you should just tell me” she replied some what impetuously, but with a sparkle in her eye.

I laughed, “OK. In fact I think I will go one better and show you!”

With that I stood, towering over her with my 6 foot height. Her eyes followed me, and with a swift move, I slid my thumbs into the sides of my board shorts and shucked them down my legs, exposing all my glory.

“What are you doing!” she cried.

“Showing you why this beach is special — it’s a nudist beach” I grinned.

She gasped. She giggled. She looked me up and down and grinned some more

“You don’t expect me to go nude do you?!” she exclaimed.

I smiled back at her, settling back down on to my towel.

“I want you to do only what you are comfortable doing, my plan wasn’t to pressure you into anything I promise” I replied.

I delved into my bag and pulled out some sunscreen. I started spreading the lotion over my chest, my legs and my cock and balls. Suddenly she was beside me and it was her hand rubbing the lotion into me, cupping my balls, sliding up and down a shaft that was starting to harden at her touch.

I groaned, enjoying her marvellous touch, my hips thrusting to meet her hand.

“What we are doing now is frowned on at a beach like this” I told her, “The nudists are here to enjoy the sun, not make love”

“More fool them” she laughed before taking her hand away, “Roll over and I will do your back”

I rolled over, and she straddled my back. She squirted some suncream on my back and rubbed it lovingly into my back. Her gentle soft hands sliding from my sides, up my shoulder blades, and then back down my spine. I groaned again and started to drift into a doze as she continued my mini massage. I loved the feeling of her thighs on my bare back side, sliding back and forth as she worked on my back.

With a quick slap on my bum, she clambered off, exclaiming “My turn, my turn!”

She lay on her belly, and I was quickly straddling her gorgeous pert bum, my now semi hard cock nestling along the cleft of her cheeks. I started working sun cream into her body, my hands gliding up her sides. Her bikini top was in the way, so I undid the bow at her neck and back.

“Hey did I say you could do that?” she questioned, a smile clearly in evident in her voice.

I continued my massage, now unhindered by the strings of the bikini. I worked her back firm and strong, just like I knew she liked it. She groaned softly, and I felt her hips gently pushing back escort elazığ against my erection. When I was sure her back was well covered, I moved off her and sat beside her, running more cream up and down her legs.

Leaning over and whispering into her ear “Ok you, time to turn over”.

Without a moment’s hesitation she was lying on her back, smiling with her beautiful grin at me, and her gorgeous perky breasts exposed for all the world to see. I sat between her thighs, her legs over mine, and I started to massage my cream into her body. Hands first swirling over her belly and shoulders, then her sides, before gently massaging those beautiful breasts. Her nipples hardened at the attention, and her breath was coming in shallow gasps now. My cock was nestled against her bikini clad pussy, and my massaging motion meant it was sliding back and forth, a glorious feeling indeed.

I looked around us and made sure we were still “alone” on the beach. I undid the ties on the sides of her bikini bottoms and slid them off her. She gasped, but showed no sign of stopping me. My hardness immediately pressed against her glorious smooth wetness, and it was definitely very wet. We both groaned and rocked gently against one another, savouring the amazing feeling. I rubbed some more sunscreen into her bare mound, before leaning forward and taking her beautiful pointed nipples into my mouth, sucking them into beautiful hard points and then with a flurry was lying back down on the towel, hard cock pointed to the sun.

“Not so fast Mister” she laughed and before I knew it she was kneeling between my thighs. With one firm grip on the base of my hard cock, her mouth was suddenly upon me, licking and sucking, lips gently rolling back and forth over the sensitive head of my hard on. It felt delicious and then she made it even better, with that hand firmly gripping me and stroking me hard up and down. Her enthusiasm built and built, little moans escaping from her mouth as she sucked me harder, driving me more and more crazy.

I couldn’t lie there doing nothing for a moment more, and with some gentle wrestling was able to persuade her gorgeous lithe legs to straddle my face. I pulled her small perfect bum down and pressed my face to her steaming wet pussy. I began licking with long slow licks from top to bottom and back again, getting faster and faster and more and more attention paid to her hard clit. The hand that held her bum slid until I could tease her tight little ass bud. First a gentle teasing circle, and then a gentle thrust inside her, matching the pace of my tongue on her clit. Soon she was bucking up and down on my face and panting hard, in turn making me harder and harder, and thrusting up to meet her mouth.

“I have to have you” she groaned and still with scant regard for our surroundings she was turned around and astride me and lowering that gorgeous body to mine. She grasped my thickness and nestled her wet lips against me, and in one swift motion sat down and took me deeply within her, making us both groan loudly. She began a gentle rocking motion which felt divine and pretty soon we were grinding away at each other like people possessed, moaning and groaning like animals.

My elazığ escort bayan hands were now on her hips rocking her back and forth harder and harder, pushing me every deeper inside her velvet depths. Her body crushed against mine, her clit grinding into me with every thrust. With a gasp she cried “I am going to cum” and groaned long and loud, her body pulsing and quivering all around me. She collapsed on to my chest and rested a moment against my chest, both of us savouring the closeness of our skin.

We lay like that for a few moments, enjoying the sun on our skin. She whispered “I want to make you cum”. She climbed off me and kneeled between my thighs again. Once more she enveloped me in her mouth, sucking harder and deeper than before. Her hand worked me faster and faster, the other one teasing my balls. With just a few minutes of this amazing attention I groaned “I am going to cum”. Rather than slow down this spurred her to go faster and harder, and before I knew it I was arching my back and exploding deep in her mouth. I cried out with sheer pleasure and she sucked me until I could stand it no more.

We both rolled on to our backs, too sated to speak.

After a few minutes she whacked my thigh and said “Come on, we haven’t come all this way to the beach to not have a swim”. With that she was up and running into the surf. I pursued that gorgeous back side into the water and we fell into the waves, the coolness of the water a sharp shock to our systems.

We cavorted in the water, splashing and wrestling, trying to dunk each other under the waves. We drifted out until we could only just touch the sand on the ocean floor, enjoying the calm that the ocean brings. Her beautiful lithe body slid up to me and she wrapped her legs around me. I could resist this gorgeous creature for not a minute more and kissed her deeply.

Our kiss was sensual and playful, tongues darting into one another’s mouths and lips pressed firmly together. My hands held her pert backside and pulled her hard against me, my cock again hardening as I savoured the closeness of her. Her hands caressed my back and her hips began rocking against mine, rubbing her smooth wet slit against the head of my now rock hard cock again. One of my hands slid up her torso, caressing her breasts, teasing the nipples and then gently pinching them, an act she loved and one that brought a sharp intake of breath. Her rocking became stronger, my cock sliding up and down, teasing both her clit and then her sensitive entrance with each slide.

The teasing was too much for me and with a mighty thrust I planted myself deep inside her again. There was nothing gentle about this, I held her hips and brought her down hard against me again and again, making us both cry out in pleasure. She clung to my shoulders as I drove harder and harder into her and our cries grew louder. My cock felt like it was growing bigger and bigger inside her, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. She cried out “Oh baby I am going to cum” and that was all it took for me too, both of us climaxing together in a shuddering shaking mess, as I filled her with my seed.

We held each other tight, gasping for breath and not wanting to let the other one go. Eventually we parted and swam back in to the beach and slowly wandered up to our towels, holding each other’s hands and enjoying the after-glow of another amazing love making session. I certainly hoped it wasn’t the first and last time we would be visiting this beach together.

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