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I remember the first time I ever smelled a pair of dirty panties. I was young and new to my sexual urges. And to this day, I don’t know why I did it, only that I did, and it was wonderful. I was at a friends house, a friend with a sister—an attractive sister. She was older and more developed than us. As a soccer player, she had the perfect legs and ass to boot. It was not only me that would often fantasize about her…but I definitely did, and so that day when we were passing through the laundry room, when her shear orange thong was sitting on top of the hamper, my heart Jumped.

Again, I don’t know why, I guess just innately knowing that this pair of underwear had been pressed against her most private area, and nestled against her ass, was enough to make me want it. Whatever the case, I had to have it. I took it, quickly shoving it in my pocket. I was horny just feeling the fabric in my pocket, knowing I had such an intimate article of her’s.

When I was finally alone, I brought it out and examined it. I was intrigued by the thin white line of crust that was on the crotch. I knew that girls got wet down there, and I knew they had discharge, but I guess it never occurred to me that this fluid, this cum would get onto their panties, all of their panties. It was so dirty, in my mind. I almost instinctually brought the crotch to my nose, and took a deep sniff. Ecstasy. The smell was sexual. Purely sexual. Carnal and lusty. It made me cum—and I was hooked.

From that day forward I would seek out panties whenever and wherever I could. I was young, reckless, and thought I was invincible. I would take the panties of my friends and my friends’ sisters, my crushes, and my lovers. I would keep them. It was the peak of my fetish, and I had accrued quite a collection. It was only as I grew older that I truly realized and understood that I was stealing, and stealing something very intimate and private. I don’t do that anymore.

Also, as I grew older I began having sex more regularly; my desires expanded beyond purely panties, and into female arousal in general. Still, my fetish remained, even if in a less severe state. Typically, I will satisfy my desires with a consenting partner who is willing to go along with my desires. Unfortunately, I’ve been flying solo for a while, at least on the fetish front. I have a partner, a ‘friend with benefits,’ so to speak, and the sex is good, but it’s pretty vanilla right now, and she definitely doesn’t know about my interest in panties.

Luckily I have a fallback for times like these. I have found a community for panty lovers, and use it to find ladies who are interested in sharing (usually for money) their worn panties with those who have the unique taste. It isn’t ideal by any means, having a partner who shares, or at least indulges my interest is preferable, but this does have its perks. For one thing, it’s more or less on demand, it’s consensual, and there’s something to be said for panties that are still wet when you get them. Still…sometimes I miss the days when the panties I sniffed belonged to those girls who I longed after.

I had heard stories on this community about people finding partners who share the fetish, and went on to have wonderful, pantie-filled relationships. I hadn’t been so lucky. Most of those I met were only one time sellers, and there was no chemistry—at least until I met ‘GG,’ as she went by online. With one meeting, everything changed.

It was just another ad, and I was just responding like I normally do, just looking for some fetish fun. “23F – First Time Seller. Nervous and Excited ;),” read the title. Inside were a few physical details: college, brunette, 5’4″, fit…it was a pretty standard ad, but she sounded like my type, and she was my age. I always prefer people who are around my age, and sometimes they’re hard to find. So I sent her a message asking what kind of panties she was offering, what she wanted in return, and if I could get a photo or description. She was quick to reply, and very friendly, if a bit hesitant.

“Hey there 🙂 This is my first time doing this, but I think it sounds like a lot of fun! Right now I’m wearing a blue and white striped thong. I was thinking like $25 for the pair?”

“That sounds good to me! Would you take them off in person?”

“Sure :). Maybe I can do a little show too!”

We settled the details of a time and place where we could meet. It was the parking lot behind a strip mall that was not too far from where I lived. The lot is always empty, I guess the developers had planned on their establishment being much much busier…whatever the case, it offered a perfect location for such discreet meetings. I couldn’t wait.

I was already getting turned on, thinking about smelling the wonderful scent of a sexy woman, straight from a pair of her freshly removed panties. It was always exciting, seeing the panties for the first time, as they are pulled slowly down from being nestled tightly against her wet pussy, to being against my face, still warm, and still wet. I mersin escort was getting hard in the car ride to meet ‘GG,’ and the short drive seemed to take forever. But at last, I arrived, and parked towards the back in a completely vacant parking lot…and then I waited.

The waiting is always the worst. I always get myself all worked up, filling my mind with fantasies and anticipation, but not being sure if the meeting would actually occur, or if she got cold feet and decided not to show. Luckily, with ‘GG’ I did not have to wait long. Shortly after I arrived, a car pulled up a spot away from mine, with what seemed to me, from my glare-interrupted view to be a very attractive brunette behind the wheel. I was shaking with anticipation, waiting for the sweet exchange that was about to take place. She sat in her car for a moment, and glanced over nervously, before opening the door and slowly getting out.

As she did, my heart skipped a beat, and I was flooded with a sense of panic, rather than arousal. Yes, what was walking towards me was beautiful—five feet and four inches of curved feminine form, exhibited exquisitely by the striped spandex skirt that clung to her curves, and a shirt that was soft and comfortable, but tight in all the right places. Yes she was beautiful, but with the glare of her car window gone, I was confronted not with a sexy stranger, but a friend—not even a friend, a past lover.

It had been years, many years since I had last seen her. We were in middle school when we were together. She was beautiful back then, too. Like me, she seemed to develop at an earlier age than most of her peers, and when the other girls were just beginning to find the need for bras, Eleanor had two rounded globes, hips, and an ass that to this day makes me go “damn” whenever I think of it. That’s not to say she was over-developed. She kept great proportions and her body remained tight, rather than developing into an overly curvy mess.

Since we were so young at the time, we didn’t have much of a sexual relationship when we were together. Not that I didn’t want one. As a teenage boy, about all I could think about was sex, and I wanted it badly. Thinking back on it, I think she wanted it just as bad. She was always sexual, it was kind of what she was known for back then. Her openness about her body and sexuality made her popular—she broke the ice on everything that everybody wanted to talk about but was too shy to do so. Nevertheless, at our age, all we did was mostly experimentation. And it was wonderful…But I couldn’t get caught up reminiscing, I had a crisis to deal with on hand.

My mind was racing as she walked towards my car and the inevitable moment when she would recognized me. What do I do? I could not let Eleanor know that I was soliciting for worn panties on the internet..Could I? I mean, even though we have been out of touch for so long, we still have a lot of mutual friends, and we’re Facebook friends anyway.

But how could I avoid it? It’s too late to drive away. Hiding wouldn’t work…I could make up an excuse…But she wouldn’t believe it…And then it was too late. Click. The door was opened. I looked up in my shame with a shattered and helpless expression to a smiling Eleanor who looked on the brink of hysterical laughter.

“Andrew!?” She let out a laugh. “What are you doing here?!”

She was laughing, but it wasn’t an accusatory laughter. It was more of a mutual laughter that broke the tension of a situation that is rather uncomfortable no matter what the circumstances. Still, how was I to react?

“What are you doing here?” I retorted, trying to ad a smile to my face.

“Uhh…mmm well, I was supposed to meet someone…” She said slowly.

“Uh…Me too…I think I’m meeting you…’GG?'”

“Oh. Are you?” She said, with a hint of knowing curiosity in her voice, “Can I sit down?”

“Sure.”

We sat for a moment in silence.

“I feel like it’s been forever since I’ve seen you…Since we were, you know…haha still, this is the last place I would have expected to bump into you.” I chuckled along uncomfortably, but she seemed not to mind, so I relaxed a bit. “Well, actually, not the last place I guess. I mean we were always kind of out there.”

“Haha, yeah we were,” she smiled—and it felt like a real smile, a warm smile, like the kind you have when running into an old friend. But then there was more silence…

“Sooo you have a thing for panties, huh?” She asked, with another grin spreading across her face.

“Ummm yeah, I do, kind of.” I said..She knows anyway, so there’s no point in denying it.

“Really? Did you always? I mean, did you when we were a thing?”

“No, not always, it kind of just happened once, a while before we were a thing. I was an impressionable teenage boy, ya know? haha.”

“Hmm. I wish I had known,” she said with a look of deep thought on her face.

It scared me at first. Had I made her rethink the entire history of her sexual adolescence? muğla escort Did she think her first explorations were a mistake with a disgusting perv?

“I’m sorry…” It was all I could muster to say in my fright.

“Oh! No! It just..could have been fun. That’s all.”

Suddenly, I wished she had known too.

“But why are you here? I mean, you never had a hard time finding a girlfriend…”

“Yeah…but most people aren’t as open about sexuality as me…and you I suppose. And sometimes I want to have some fun, and this is the only, er, easiest way I can.”

“Yeah, I get that. I’m kind of here for the same thing I guess.”

“How do you mean? I would have thought you’d just want some extra cash.”

“No, not really…My boyfriend, Zach, he just, like he just wants to have sex and be done with it. And it’s fine most of the time, I mean it’s actually great most of the time. He’s not really into anything beyond like getting it in, but I can usually…you know…get off,” she sounded a bit shy towards the end of this sentence, as if she realized she was opening up about the details of her sex life with someone she hadn’t spoken to in close to a decade, “but it’s just, like that’s it. Sometimes I just really want to enjoy my sexuality, just entirely embrace it. I want someone who enjoys my sexuality too, not just someone who has sex. Does that make sense?…I’m sorry, I know you did not need to hear that. And this is crazy. I’m sorry.”

“No! Please! I feel the exact same way! the exact same way. I’m sorry if I’m making you upset. But Please, I am actually really enjoying talking with you. It’s kind of refreshing to just be so honest about these things. I’ve missed it.”

“Yeah…me too.” She smiled.

Some more time passed, and there was more chat and silences. Overall it was a pleasant talk, a great talk actually, but I didn’t want to prolong the situation if Eleanor felt awkward.

I figured I’d let her know, so I told her, “hey, look, if you want to go, please feel free, but I really enjoyed talking with you, and I’d be glad to again if you ever need someone.”

“Yeah I think I would like that!…But you know…I could still give you my panties…I mean if you want them.”

“Oh. Um. Really?” I asked. My brain was jumping with joy, and screaming “yes, yes, yes!” but I tried to sound aloof.

She elaborated, “yeah. If I’m going to be honest, like I already have been, I was really kind of looking forward to this, if you know what I mean, and all this talking about sex with you hasn’t exactly helped…Besides, if anything it’s better now that I know you’re not some creepy rando.”

“Hmm.” I smiled, not sure how to proceed.

“I mean, since you’re into panties and all, I think this is gonna be a pretty good pair. I can just give them to you, too. You don’t need to pay me or anything.”

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want them.”

My heart was racing, and I could tell hers was too, as we sat there, getting ready to resume our adolescent experimentation in my car. Eleanor who had been sitting with her legs closed together slowly began to spread them, nervously revealing her soft legs, the gap in between them, and then a soft cotton strip of navy and white striped fabric that covered her most private area.

I had been hardening since she asked if I wanted them, but this slow revealing of her beautiful body and panties made me an instant rock, as I glanced down at her thong-clad pussy for the first time. She was wearing a Victoria’s Secret thong, which had thin white and navy stripes running horizontally across it. There was a navy lace trim running along the waist, but the rest was soft cotton, my favorite.

Her legs were spread as wide as her tight skirt would allow, and enough for me to see the fabric taut against her pussy, her lips leaving the slightest of impressions in the shape of the fabric, before the thong ran down and between her ass cheeks, which were just as beautiful as I remembered them. This whole scene was bringing back so many memories of her soft panties back in the past, and the softness of her lips underneath them, I had no doubt she was remembering the same.

“Wow.” Was all I could muster as I glanced down, and back up at Eleanor.

She just glanced at me, up and down, noticing the bulge in my pants, with a look of quiet anticipation in her eyes, before slowly reaching a hand between her thighs. She lightly pressed the fabric between her lips, as she ran her hand up and down the length of her pussy, teasing herself.

“I’m really wet.” She said.

I gulped as I watched her, with her hand resting on her crotch. I wanted all of this so badly. It was a dream come true, and it only got better.

“So I know that we had just planned on me taking them off and giving them to you…but I think…I mean…Do…do you want to take them off?” She said, hesitantly.

“Sure,” I said, and we both smiled. nevşehir escort

We sat for a moment, her hand lightly caressing herself, while she looked at me. We stared until we both couldn’t take it anymore. I led her to the back seat, where she laid against the door with her legs still spread, and with me between them. Again, she hiked up her skirt and spread her legs.

Now, with a clearer view of the crotch of her panties, I could see a thin dark spot on the material where her wetness had soaked through. She really was wet. By now I was nervous, even more nervous than before. I felt like I did back in the first days of my sexual explorations. I was basking the the newness of the experience, and was hard as a rock.

“take them off slowly” She said, looking down at me between her legs.

The manner in which she spoke made clear how much she wanted this, and my expression shared how much I did. I looked up at her as I placed my hands on her hips, loosely playing with the waist of her lingerie. At my touch, Eleanor bucked, moving her hips ever so slightly, bringing her mound closer to me, as if her body was saying “more.”

“How slowly?” I asked, in a humorous tease, but with a genuine question backing. As far as we had discussed, this was still only about the panties, and I did’t want to push that. Still, I thumbed the waistband with my palms on her hips as I asked, and she sighed in approval.

“Just like that,” she whispered through bated breath, as she stared down at me.

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll take them off slowly.” And with that, as long as “take them off slowly,” meant the prolonged teasing I thought it meant, I decided to take my time and let us enjoy each other’s touch for a while.

I hooked my thumbs under the elastic of her thong and held her as I kneeled down between her legs, with my face inches away from her pussy. I was close enough to feel her warmth, and close enough for her to feel my breath. She let out a shaky sigh again, shuttering. I took the time to examine the details of Eleanor’s body—from the soft curves of her legs flowing into her hips, and the smooth pale skin of her inner thighs that led down to her groin and the slight puffy edges of her most private area, to her ass below that and the smooth crevasse that split from her pussy into two magnificent round cheeks.

I examined her mound, that soft protrusion that raised from her belly at her pubis. It strained lightly against the fabric of her panties. I leaned in to tease her, and myself, some more. Slowly, I brushed my nose ever so lightly against her slit as I inhaled deeply and smelled for the first time the pure sexual aroma of Eleanor’s pussy. I was in heaven. She was sweet and musky and aroused, and it took all of my effort not to just dive in. Eleanor gasped, and bucked again, aching to have that pressure on her clit.

“Do that again!” She said, “Smell me again. That was really hot, Andrew.”

Of course I was happy to oblige. Once again, I dipped my face down and brushed my nose down the length of her slit, this time with a bit more pressure. And once again, I inhaled deeply while doing so, intaking even more of her feminine scent. I looked up at her and told her how amazing she smelled. It was great, and not uncomfortable in the slightest. Where most girls are uncomfortable with the fact that vaginas have a scent, Eleanor was comfortable—curious even. Enjoyment is what comes when one accepts their sexuality, and explores that which they find pleasurable, in a manner that is uninhibited by cultural stigma.

I freely explored Eleanor’s scent, without fear of reprimanding, and she responded with a desire for more. Again, I brought my nose to her pussy, this time fully pressing in so my nose was creasing the panties between her lips. I inhaled again. In doing so I ground my nose against her clit, and she responded in kind, grinding her clit into me. A soft moan escaped her lips.

I could feel her wetness on my nose, and under her panties, as the fabric slid easily over her pussy. I buried my face in her scent. It was overwhelming. Finally I pulled away, to the dismay of Eleanor who seemed to thoroughly be enjoying the experience. But she was not to worry, it would only get better from there.

I brought my thumbs from her hips to the front of her panties and slowly began inching the material down, revealing her pubis bit by bit. She was bald so far, freshly shaven only a day or so ago. Small dark stubble had only barely began to grow back. As I moved the material down, I rubbed her soft skin with my thumbs, teasing her even more. The shape of her bare mound began to emerge as more and more of her light post shave stubble was revealed.

I worked my way slowly down, stopping periodically just to prolong the experience, until at last, the top of her slit appeared below the fabric. All the while, Eleanor was looking down at me with an expression of ecstatic anticipation.

I paused for a moment, looking at just the top of her pussy, admiring those two perfect, soft and puffy lips before finally pulling the material of the panties away from her pussy. As I did so, the true extent of her arousal was made clear. A clear, thick, string of cum clung the the crotch of her panties and connected to her pussy as the fabric was slowly pulled away.

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Your early rising nature is consistent, even on vacation. I awaken on my side, and when I open my eyes get my first treat of the day – you on your knees, savoring Elsa’s pussy, her on the loveseat, you on a pillow. Pleasure boats this size make the most of the owner’s cabin.

She’s rubbing your hair, tousling it, while also squeezing on one of her silver adorned nipples. Neither of you is in a rush for her to cum, it’s all about enjoying each other. The only light comes from the hallway overhead light, a slit under the door. She doesn’t have her glasses on, so doesn’t recognize I’m awake, and with your face buried in her twat, you don’t either.

“You’ll have to try them all too, baby.”

Try all of who?

You come up for air long enough to comment “well they left enough cum in your muff to satisfy even you… how many times did they spurt?”

“Brian could only fuck me and cum once, seeing how he’d fucked me just a while before in my room. Alan fucked me twice. And Gus got the trifecta.”

Glancing back up at her, you say “he fucked all three holes? Lucky man! How big is his cock?”

“About nine inches long, and two wide… But I was so worked up and his cock so wet from my pussy that it slid right in. OOOOooo yes baby, right there.”

She can take a two-inch wide cock in her ass with no lube? Talented… And makes me a little jealous wishing I could do the same.

I move a little, and she whispers “I think he’s up.”

Turning your head away from her pussy and toward me, “is that you sweetie?”

“Yes, Mistress, I’m awake.”

“Well come down here and join me.”

I swipe back the sheets and stand up, stretching briefly, then kneeling down beside you. I readjust my cock cage upon kneeling.

You lean toward me and kiss me, then sit up, kneeling and upright. I taste Elsa on you, then she leans down, kisses me and then reclines.

“Taste her.”

I do as I’m told, leaning forward, extending my tongue. Her pussy is gorgeous, and still smooth despite being on board a few days…has she waxed? I put my hands down in front, getting on all fours, and lick her clit hood’s barbell, her star tattoos in my vision.

She moans, wriggles into the loveseat.

You both stroke my head, encouraging me to lick more. “How does she taste?” you ask.

“Delicious, Mistress. A little different than the other day though.”

It was Elsa’s turn to speak, “that’s because there’s three loads of cum in my cunt… from the three men on this yacht.”

I noted she didn’t include me in that statistic, probably assigning me as ‘cuck’ or ‘bitch’. I eat with more gusto, recalling how I tasted you and Brian together…now I get to taste him again, this time on Elsa…with Alan and Gustavo’s seed mixed in.

It’s heady stuff, thinking about sucking three men’s cum from your girlfriend’s twat. But that’s what I was doing, and it was tremendously erotic.

Elsa scooted down to give me better access, and I brought my arms up, wrapping them under her legs, better to hold on and devour her. While the light was dim, my fuchsia nails were still visible from our trip to Avalon a few days prior. She responded by curling her right leg around me and onto my back, holding me in place.

“Just think, babe,” you begin, ” you’re only tasting half. Two loads went in her mouth, one in her ass.”

“I didn’t let Gus cum in my ass… I made him shoot onto my tits.”

With that you stopped stroking my head and moved up onto the loveseat with Elsa, dropping your head urfa escort to her standout pierced nipples and licking them, moving on to the rest of her cleavage and cleaning it. You reach down and push my head into her pussy for encouragement. Elsa joins you by rocking her leg against my head, further spurring me on.

Moaning she says “oh Lacy, he’s so good at that.”

“Bitchbois in chastity give the best head you know. Why do you think I keep his little dick locked up? It encourages him to perform better.”

I moan into Elsa as you speak the truth we all know…you both love big cocks, and I don’t have one.

With that, Elsa starts to cum, and her pussy squeezes its contents out into my waiting mouth. The taste is salty, sour, and the volume more than I planned…I just keep sucking and licking, hoping to keep up. I’m able to do so but only with frequent swallowing, carefully timed with sucking her clit and barbell.

“Keep licking, bitch, I want to hear the rest of Elsa’s story.”

Elsa described how she’d been fucking Brian right up until it was time for his shift on the bridge. He’d gone topside, and then called her on the phone, asking her to come up to the bridge too. Apparently Alan had joked about why he was last second getting to his shift, so Brian said something like “you wanna see why?” He then called Elsa, and she came up to the bridge.

Brian’s shift had started, so he was at the helm. When Elsa got to the bridge, he told her that she had one of the most beautiful delicious pussies he’d ever had, and maybe she could show Alan?

With that she bent over the chart table, pulled up her sleepshirt, and pulled her cheeks apart, showing off her perfectly smooth ass and pussy right below it. Almost immediately she heard the jingle of Alan’s belt coming undone, and he began rubbing his cock against her. The swelling we all saw in his shorts upon getting on board matched a veiny, uncircumcised 8″ cock

“I think he loved my pussy even more than I loved his cock. I was certainly wet enough, I’m not sure he realized it was Brian’s cum too. I’m definitely going to have to get more of that dick before we get to Juneau.”

You moved, reclining next to Elsa, kissing her lightly, both of you stroking my head. I continued to clean her pussy diligently.

“So who came next?” you prod.

“Gustavo. It’s a good thing that map table is bolted down, Brian fucked me hard, but Alan fucked me harder. I was squirming all over the table, Alan holding onto my hips, pulling me back onto his dick, but then pushing me forward into the table and fucking me into it. It was a may zing.

“He continued to fuck me like that for a while, then put his hands on my shoulders and pulled me back onto his cock while he shot his cum into me. It was so forceful that I felt his jizz on my cervix, and I didn’t stop cumming until his cock was out of me and our cum trickling out of my pussy. Somewhere along the way he pulled my shirt off me and it was on the couch.”

“So how did Gustavo get involved?” you ask.

“It was a happy accident. I wanted to fuck him as soon as he came on board, but didn’t know it would happen. A girl can hope, right? Turns out, the phone in the engine room quit, and the spares are in a locker by the bridge. He came up to swap out the phone, and came onto the bridge to tell Brian it wouldn’t be working for a little bit… only to see me bent naked over the charts, and Alan stuffing his cock into his shorts.

“He said something like ‘she seems sivas escort friendly’, and I realized he was there. I stood up carefully, since my legs had been straightened out for so long while Alan plundered my pussy, but they were too weak so I just sat on the couch on top of my shirt. I winked at Gus – I guess I can call him that since he fucked my ass – and motioned for him to come over to me. I kept my legs together, partially to give him room to stand over them, partially to keep all the cum from squirting out, and unbuckled his belt and shorts. He’s VERY Italian.” Elsa rolled her eyes, and licked her lips.

Continuing, “his prick is what you read about in erotica. Soooo thick, it’s gotta be two inches thick, and at least nine inches if not a little longer. It filled me up, and that’s after I’d been fucking Brian all evening.”

Elsa moaned again as I lightly sucked on her clit.

“So there I am, pussy full of two guy’s cum, and the proverbial Italian Stallion standing in front of me, which I promptly start to suck off. His cock tastes delicious. You’ll have to try him.”

I lean up from my duties and ask “which one of us?” “You of course. Lacy will want to as well I suspect.”

“Oh you can count on it, babe. You and I can suck him, make the bitch watch us. So did he like your blowjob?”

“I’m pretty sure he did. Poured about a quart of cum down my throat when he came. He’s big enough I did the porno suck and double-handjob. He loved it, moaned, pushing on my head, pushing me on his cock. Not like I needed any encouragement, I wanted as much of that in my mouth as I could get. He’s big enough I couldn’t deep throat him, could only get a little more than half.”

“I bet I can get more.” I smiled up at her.

“Don’t be insolent, bitch. Back to eating or you’ll get another day locked.”

“Yes Mistress.” I follow orders.

Elsa described her hand job, blow job, combo. She was particularly focused on his orgasm…and recovery.

“When he was ready to cum, he pulled me off and started stroking his cock. I knew what was coming next, so I pushed my tits together, and looked up at him with a wide-open mouth. It wasn’t long before he squirted a giant, delicious load into my mouth. He didn’t even want to facial me, just shoot it in my mouth. I had to work to swallow all of it, I think a little dripped on my tits, but I was so sweaty I couldn’t really tell. And you can’t see in the red lights on the bridge.”

Elsa related how Brian had taken a look about the time Gustavo was spraying her mouth with his jizz, something about “you usually make more of a mess”.

“So it’s clear they’ve fucked other girls together before.”

This causes you to stir…I don’t think you’d know they had done so.

“Go on,” you tell her.

“At that point the other two MEN were ready to go again,” she accentuates by looking at me and winking. “Brian wanted to get under me so I could ride him, which I happily did, leaving my shirt on the couch to minimize mess. He hung on to my tits from behind and I pumped up and down on him reverse cowgirl. This left my mouth open for another blowjob, and Alan came to take part.”

You go back to nibbling her nipples, she rubs our heads, keeps my face buried in her twat with her leg, and continues to describe how she rode Brian’s cock to another orgasm, with Alan shooting one down her throat at almost the same time.

Apparently Gus was watching the wheel while they enjoyed her.

Alan was spent, pulled his tekirdağ escort shorts back on and returned to his cabin; Brian went back to the wheel with a quick look at GPS for position.

Gus wasn’t done. Where Alan had orgasmed twice, and Brian a few times more through the evening, Gustavo and his Eurocock had only cum once.

Our beauty says he took her off the bridge, and back to his quarters, where he laid her on his bunk and slowly entered her from on top.

“His cock got to a place I’ve never felt, and he made me cum nonstop from it. I’ve read there’s a spot behind the cervix, that if a cock is long and thick enough it’ll get to it. He buried that monster deep in my pussy, and it had to get to that spot, it’s the only way I can explain what happened. I had waves of orgasm nonstop while he was in me. He didn’t even have to fuck me, he just pushed in and out a little at a time, and it made me cum at least a dozen times. His cock is magic.”

I take a hand down from Elsa’s legs, readjust my cage, then go back to eating her.

“He just kept fucking me slow like that, but it was the most intense orgasms for such little movement from a guy. Incredible. I am going to have to fuck him again before we get off this boat, that cock should be bottled and sold.

“After I came about a hundred times, he flipped me over and fucked me doggy style. My tits haven’t swayed like that in a while, he can fuck even harder than Alan. He got his cock to the same spot in my cunt, it made me cum sharply, over and over, but not in the waves like when he was just moving slowly.”

You wriggle on the loveseat beside Elsa, your cunt obviously getting more interested in Gustavo’s hardware.

“That was when he surprised me. He pulled out of me, and put his cockhead up against my ass and pushed…just a tiny bit. It’s like he was asking permission – which is exactly what he did, he said ‘Signora, may I have you this way?’

“I answered by relaxing and wriggling my ass against his cock. I knew it was big enough to fill my twat but I was so hot I had to have him in my ass. I had so much cum, mine and theirs, all over his cock, that all I had to do was relax and breathe a bit; he put just the right pressure against me and his cockhead popped in. I came instantly OH OH OH OOOOOOOOOOHH YYYEEESSSSSSS EAT ME BITCH I’M CUMMING”

She tightened her grip with her leg around my neck, squirting in my mouth as I tried to keep up my attentions. I’d cleaned all the cum from her, and it was just her delicious taste flowing into my mouth.

When he got close, Elsa said she slowed down fucking back against him, and said “I’ve been fucked everywhere else, cum on my tits.”

“I started pulling forward off him and I swear that cockhead was the size of a clementine coming out of my ass, it made me cum AGAIN, I’ve never had anything like it! So I got off the bed, knelt down on the floor and put my tits together, pinching my nipples and egging him on. Cum for me stud, spray your jizz all over my gorgeous black tits, you know you want to. Drench me in your cum…and that’s about when he did. Another giant load all over my tits, and some on my face too. Good thing I had my glasses on! When he was done, I licked his cock head clean, licked his cum off my glasses, and headed back here to bed with you two.”

“What a delicious whore you are, Elsa, you’ve had sex with everyone on board in 24 hours, crew and guests both. I aspire to equal you,” followed with a kiss.

Facing me, “My bitchboi, you’ve been eating for a while, but I suspect you’re still hungry. Head to the galley and start breakfast; I’ll entertain Elsa for a bit and meet you there. Make a quiche, with pie crust from scratch, by the time you’re done we should be there.”

I’ll make the most of my hour. I’m sure the two of you will too.

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Kitty cleared her throat. Once again she was standing naked in front of Carl who was sat in one of her armchairs reading a newspaper. She needed to ask him a favour, and she was not at all confident he would agree.

“I need to get in touch with my mum. I usually email her and she hasn’t heard from me for a while now. She will be worried.” Kitty spoke quickly. She needed to say it all before he interrupted her, before she heard the disapproving click of his tongue.

With an overbearing rustle of paper, he pulled the newspaper aside to look at her. He gave her a withering tired look.

“I told you, all I need from you is to concentrate on your lessons. I will take care of everything else.”

She had anticipated he wouldn’t accept straight off, so she was prepared. “She will worry and will come round if I don’t answer her.”

“Look, stop trying to think for yourself. I have sorted everything, I tell you. She did want to come round at first, but now she understands and accepts it wouldn’t be a good idea.”

Kitty stood there dumbstruck. What was he talking about? She couldn’t take it in. She just stood there and stared at him, while Carl waited. After he felt he had given her enough time, after he felt she had realised she was not able to work it out, after he felt she had learned her lesson that this was nothing to do with her, that she should concentrate on her lessons like he said and forget everything else, he decided to drive home to her the reality that things had changed and would never go back.

“I emailed her using your id and told her you decided to train as a sow.” He watched her reaction. Kitty stood there, still unable to take in what he was saying. After what seemed an age she whispered, “She knows?” Nodding and staring her right in the eye, Carl said, “Uh huh.”

“I don’t understand. You said you used my id?” Her head tipped fractionally emphasising her unspoken question, how could that be?

“You are not very careful about your passwords are you.” Carl was looking condescendingly at her, reinforcing the unspoken accusation that she was therefore stupid. “Once I had your password for your bank account, I tried it on your email account. So I have had access to your email account all this time too. Of course I looked through the emails you sent, so when I was ready to let your friends and family know, by sending emails to them in your name, I knew how to make them read authentically.”

“You told everyone?!” her voice was angry now.

“Oh yes. Some of them were encouraging and admired you for telling them. Those were the ones I think secretly want to do what you are doing. I am not sure you will hear again from some of the others though. Your mum,” Carl turned his head up looking towards the ceiling as if he was trying to recall. “She was put out at first. She wanted to come straight over and talk you out of it. I had to spend quite a bit of time trying to convince her in a way that she would understand you were telling her this was your own decision. She didn’t seem to know about your visits to the sow farm, well not at first. I think that was when she started to shift her position, when she realised that this was no spur of the moment choice. Then she wanted to come over and be supportive of you as you went through your training. That’s when you told her you had persuaded one of the trainers from the farm to come over and look after things while helping you through the transition.”

Kitty stood there speechless, shaking her head as if she could deny his words. Her world was spinning away from her, leaving her behind. Carl pressed home the point.

“You wrote to her very convincingly, explaining to her how much you were enjoying the way he treated you, that this really was everything you wanted and that you were going to do your best to become a good sow. I could see her wavering at this point, as she didn’t want to get in the way if this is what you wanted. Once you told her you would give her regular updates on your progress to becoming a sow, she relented. She left it with the words, ‘If you’re sure’, and that she would be there whenever you needed her. Well of course, ever since then I have been making sure she knows exactly what progress you have been making.”

Kitty clenched her fists as her rage welled and boiled inside her. How could he? How could he ruin her life like that? She was so angry with him, but she was even more angry with herself. How could she have let him do this? She had been playing some little game, thinking there would be no consequences, fooling herself she was in control. All the while he was silently closing the door behind her. Heaven knows what her mother would be thinking of her now! She couldn’t bring herself to consider how this would change things, how she would ever be able to face any of her friends again. She wanted to run away, to disappear, to hide and then as a cold shiver descended her spine she realised that the only place she had to run to was the farm.

Her breathing was coming in gulps, her chest heaving, van escort her heart thumping, her cunt dripping. Yes it was. She was being manipulated and she should be furious, she should throw him out for what he had done; but all she felt was how stupid she was. What an idiot for thinking this was all a game. How everyone must be laughing at her. She felt destroyed, obliterated and there was no one to blame but herself. She had fooled no one but herself. Perhaps that was the moment when she started to suspect that much of her anger was really about her own inability to confess her desires to her friends and to her mum. Oh God, she still couldn’t get over the fact she knew. Yet they had accepted it. She was the one still sore about her secret being outed. She could have told them, and she hadn’t had the guts. She would never have been in this position if she had taken control, had done the unthinkable.

Slowly her mind was turning, she was figuring it out. Carl watched her intently. Her anger had roamed from Carl to herself for letting him do it, to her friends and her mother for accepting what he said, for not realising it was not her writing, and then finally back to herself. She had needed Carl to tell them, and that was the truth of it. She wanted the fun of playing the sow, but she needed Carl for the hard things she wasn’t able to do for herself. She felt inadequate, diminished, lost in a complex world too hard for her. She needed to be owned, no longer for the sexual excitement of it, but a deep inner implosion.

“Don’t you have a lesson to be getting on with?” Carl’s voice interrupted her thoughts. She stared at him, her mouth still open. She should say something, she should voice her anger but she was too confused. It was so much easier to just forget it, to turn away, to lose herself in her lessons and forget the consequences. She was weak, she was stupid, she would run. Turning on her heel, she stomped out of the room furious with herself. She needed her lesson right now, she wanted to forget this conversation. If only she hadn’t brought up the subject, then she wouldn’t have known anything, she wouldn’t be feeling this bad. If she just trusted Carl, that he had it all in hand, then she could just escape. The more she hovered there, naked before her handler – oh yes, that felt better thinking of Carl as her handler, the more she convinced herself that she could never cope now without him. She was just a stupid tart bimbo sow that had better get on with learning her lessons.

Lesson 3: Correction

As a woman turns into a sow, she initially has so much to learn! Try as she might she can’t learn it all in a day, and that is why she needs to be trained. A sow loves her trainer. He cares for her and shows her how important she is, not just a member of the herd but a valuable commodity. The trainer also teaches her how a sow is to behave. Now of course the trainer is going to need a lot of patience, but he can’t expect just by repeating to her what she has to do that she will unlearn the ways she has been used to in her former life. So the trainer has to reinforce the lessons. He does this by physically correcting her when she makes mistakes. He isn’t angry when he is correcting her, he just knows this is the best way for her to learn: to take it all in.

A sow and her trainer learn about each other. The trainer learns to find the best way to teach his sow to forget all the lessons of the past and to adopt her new life, so she is ready and content and can feel fulfilled. That is his intention. The sow loves the treatment she gets from her trainer, because she knows why he is correcting her and that he is taking this trouble for her own good.

In this lesson we are going to explore the joys of having your behaviour corrected. By the time you are ready to move on from this lesson, you will have learned how to carry yourself like a sow. To feel the sow within you stretching herself and expressing herself in ways that others will recognise if they know what to look for. For the rest of this lesson you will need to find someone to act as your trainer. They don’t have to be a professional sow trainer, but someone you trust, someone you have enough confidence in to let them know you are following these lessons. Before you approach them you need to realise that you are about to ask them to spank you, so you will both have to be ok with that. So think about who you will ask and when you are ready come back and listen to the next bit.

Well no problem there. He was sitting in the other room. Kitty felt a lurch in her stomach when sow Lauren mentioned spanking, but feeling as she currently did, the idea of some corporal punishment may ease her mind away from the burning shame that was eating her up inside. She pressed play.

Now the manner in which you ask your trainer to spank you is very important, and you must follow these instructions to the letter so that you behave in accordance with the sow lifestyle. When you ask you need to be fully clothed, keep your yalova escort arms by your sides and you must on no account move them. Keep your face looking down and make NO eye contact. This is how you must ask them. The hardest part of this lesson is in the asking. You need to speak respectfully, and acknowledge that you are asking a favour of them to train you. So keep your voice respectful and if they seem reluctant you need to reassure them that you need correction. Explain to them how important it is for you to learn to live the sow life.

If you have managed this then well done you! You have made another step towards diminishing yourself in the eyes of your trainer and others. If you can do this asking in front of others, friends and especially members of your family then so much the better. If you find this too hard then after your first corrective session ask your trainer to make you do this, help you over this hurdle so that you can learn your place. The harder it is to diminish yourself in front of that person the more important it is for you to be trained to do it. So this is your first task.

Oh God, Kitty new exactly what this meant. She would be made to beg Carl to be spanked in front of her mother. Her heart pounded, she heard drumming in her ear as it burnt. It was impossible, she could never do that. She thought through again how angry she had been with herself for being too cowardly. She would have to do it, she would screw herself up to do it, but she was shaking from the very idea of it. Kitty took out her clit pump and worked furiously at her clit. The harder she pumped the more she could squeeze the thoughts out of her head. She could lose herself in the sensual delight emanating from her abused bud. She pumped and pumped, pulling with all her might as sow Lauren’s words drifted into her head. She needed this pleasure from her tortured clit.

Carl wandered in. “I have some things for you to sign.” He handed her some complicated looking papers. Kitty did not stop for a moment the pumping of her clit all the while she stared up at him. She could see the papers he was holding were important looking documents, but she was so used to signing stuff that she thought only of the interruption and having to drag her mind back to the mundane. She signed them off quickly to get back to her lessons and her pumping. As she lay back on the bed, Carl was looking at her signature on the page. Kitty felt a little unnerved first by the documents looking important and that he was scrutinising her signature.

“What was that?” she asked as casually as she could given her aroused state. Carl did not answer at first. He seemed preoccupied. He turned looking down at her,

“A lot of questions today Kitty? What’s the matter, don’t you trust me?” Was he annoyed? She felt afraid to be so openly challenging with them. After all he did look after everything for her. She felt foolish, and part of her didn’t really want to hear the answer anyway. She had an instinct that it was better not to know.

“Nooo. I just thought maybe they’d close my bank account if all the money was transferred somewhere else.” She was pouting a little as she said this, trying to make light of her comment.

“Don’t worry about it Kitty sow. If I let your account run dry and they close it, then it just means I don’t think we need it any longer.”

“Oh.” Kitty didn’t feel any more relieved but she knew better than to pursue it. She also felt struck in the stomach when he called her Kitty sow, and that was happening more frequently recently.

“This one transfers the car into my name. Since I do the driving now, then I should take responsibility for getting it serviced and insured. Would you not prefer that? Also if anything should happen to the car, then there won’t be any repercussions on you will there?”

Kitty felt the buzz in her groin and she didn’t like this confused state where she was perpetually persuaded by the logic of what he said, yet this did not make her feel any less uncomfortable with it.

“Whatever,” and she lay back on the bed with her eyes closed. Her pumping had increased in ferocity as she tried to drown out the significance of what she had just done. Her cheeks burnt. It was gone. She didn’t need to worry about it. It’s not that she could use her car any more anyway. Carl drove her when she needed to go somewhere. All the uncertainty, all the doubt circled around like vultures in her mind. Was this right? She didn’t need to care, to feel the disquiet of having to admit she was unable to stand up to him. She could escape back into the pleasures of listening to sow Lauren’s cooing voice as she pumped at her clit. It was so sensitive now, and she felt her wetness cooling her inner thighs. She told herself, by way of reassurance that she looked forward to this time, the best part of her day, when she could just switch off, have everything provided for her, and just keep cumming as she listened to her lessons.

Carl poured her a glass of water. “Here take your çorlu escort water. It will be your collecting time in about 90 minutes.” He handed her a tall glass which she drank, the rush of adrenaline jangling her senses, the deadweight of fluids collecting at the base of her belly – her produce. She pictured a cow’s bloated udder swaying under its legs as it waddled across the field towards the milking pens. The pressure in her bladder pressed up against her hardness tingled and tormented her in her mockery. She lay back on the bed, tugging and pressed play. Lauren’s words tumbled into her ears and swam among the images in her mind.

Once you have persuaded your trainer to correct you then the next step is important too. Still standing before your trainer, while he is seated in an appropriate chair, you slip your hands under your skirt and pull your panties down in front of him. The reason this is important is it signifies your compliance for your trainer to spank you, you freely and willingly submit to them. Pull them down slowly, and think of them watching as you do. If they tell you it is not necessary just ask them please to let you do this. The act is your act of submission, your act of acceptance and it is a vital part of the exercise that you both fully understand the significance of the moment. Don’t pull your panties right down either. They need to be stretched between your thighs about mid-thigh. You are not undressing but creating a special significance to your preparation for correction. In time you will learn to be excited whenever you are standing in this position, your panties half way down your thighs, waiting for permission to mount. You will find yourself so wet standing there prepared and being left to wait. Your trainer should make you wait before giving you permission to mount so that you may experience dangling on the end of their words, having got yourself ready.

Once you have permission to mount you walk across to your trainer and lean over his lap. You push your head down towards the floor so that your rump rises across their knees and you keep your arms by your sides. This is the proper position for a sow to be trained. You should find your panties lie on their lap so that the whole of your rump is exposed ready for your correction. It is good now for your trainer to explain to you as they rub your ass smoothly and tenderly why you are to be spanked. Your trainer is using this to correct your behaviour. So initially this will be because you are to learn to submit to your betters as a sow, to learn the correct posture for a sow and to walk with the bearing of a sow. You respond to your trainer by accepting your need for correction, asking for further training and affirming your desire to learn.

With that your spanking commences. The trainer can decide when to stop rubbing and caressing your ass, and when to start punishing it, so that you will not know until the moment it happens. That first blow is so important as it knocks the old beliefs out of the sow, the shock and pain together drive a wedge through her brain splitting off the old truths and converting them into doubts and then memories until finally they become inconceivable rules that could never have applied to her. As you lie there accepting your punishment it is ok to shout, to moan or beg. Please make sure your trainer is aware that whatever you may say or implore of them, that it is your desire they take no notice and continue your correction until they see fit to stop. The ownership of your corrective training belongs to your trainer, the sow has no say at all. An important part of this lesson is to listen to the next part of this lesson during your punishment. So you will need to keep your earphones on.

I wish to be a sow.

I wish to learn the ways of a sow.

I am suffering this correction willingly as I want to learn.

My trainer is more important than I am.

My trainer decides what I need to learn and how.

I am grateful to my trainer for the rawness I feel.

I love to embrace my punishment.

I need to embrace my punishment.

My punishment reminds me of my desire to be a sow.

My punishment is changing the way I think.

My punishment is moulding my behaviour.

Each time I lose a little of my former self.

Each time I am a step closer to becoming a sow.

I want people to see me as a sow.

I want people to treat me as a sow.

This is helping me to learn.

This is helping me to listen to my desires.

This is helping me to accept what I am and not pretend.

How did your punishment go? Is your bottom sore now? Isn’t it a delicious feeling, the heat radiating from it, the inability to sit down without inflaming it further? Maybe you found it exciting, but if not don’t worry. That is something you can work on now with your trainer. The very first and most important part of your training is to teach your body this is a natural thing and you should feel excited. Your trainer can work with you to find ways that help teach yourself this. Perhaps they can get you to rub your clitty as they spank you, or they may do that themselves and have you hold on to the chair so that you won’t fall as the blows land. However you decide together the best way to train your body, this is your first goal.

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Alisha — Die 120 Tage von Cefalù Teil 08

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Teil 8 von Alishas „braunen Tagebüchern”

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9. — 16. November 2018

Eine ganze Woche ist vergangen, ohne dass ich Zeit gefunden habe, mich meiner delikaten Leidenschaft zu widmen. Ich ertrinke in Arbeit, finde kaum eine ruhige Minute für mich selbst. Am Wochenende war ich mit den Jungs unterwegs, T. hatte Geburtstag, zwei Tage exzessiv feiern mit zuviel Alkohol und Drogen, und natürlich bin ich nicht zu kurz gekommen. So viel gefickt habe ich seit langem nicht mehr.

Und doch, während ich kniete und lutschte, die Schwänze mir in alle meine Löcher getrieben wurden, meine Jungs mich von einem zum nächsten Höhepunkt jagten, waren meine Gedanken die ganze Zeit in meinem perversen happy place. Ich stellte mir vor wie sie mich alle der Reihe nach ankackten, einer nach dem anderen, während sie mich weiter fickten. Mir ihre braun verklebten Spalten und Arschlöcher auf den Mund drückten, mich lecken ließen. Diese Vorstellungen brachten mich so zuverlässig zu unbeschreiblichen Orgasmen, die Jungs wussten nicht wie ihnen geschah. Aber natürlich blieb es bei den Fantasien (und ein paar besonders sorgfältig geleckten Arschlöchern, Frau nimmt was sie kriegen kann).

Montag war ich immer noch so zerstört, dass ich die Uni schwänzte und im Bett blieb, aber mehr als mir besonders krasse Scat-Videos reinzuziehen und zu masturbieren konnte ich nicht. X war im Studio, er hatte das Wochenende besser verkraftet. Einmal wurde der Drang so stark, dass ich ins Badezimmer ging und mich vor der Toilette niederkniete. Ich trug nur ein T-Shirt, darunter nichts. Wild rieb ich mich zu einem schmerzhaften Orgasmus, während ich die Kloschüssel ableckte, den Rand und seine Innenseite, die Fläche innen bis hinunter zum Wasserspiegel. Ich tauchte meine Zunge hinein, spürte die Erregung in mir aufwallen, die Gier danach, meine Lippen um frischen Kot zu schließen. Kurz überlegte ich, ob ich kann, ob ich will, doch ich fühlte mich zu erschöpft (mutlos?). Stattdessen trank ich aus der Toilette, mehrere große Schlucke, und nur Sekunden danach fegte mich der Orgasmus bursa escort so von den Beinen, dass ich auf dem Boden zusammensackte.

Zuckend und sabbernd lag ich da, getrieben von meiner perversen Lust, ein Stück geiles Elend. Crowley wäre stolz auf mich. Na ja, zumindest fast. Ich bin auf dem richtigen Weg. Aber noch nicht da. Noch lange nicht.

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Am 16.11. musste ich ein Referat halten und es war fürchterlich, mich in den Tagen davor auf die Vorbereitung zu konzentrieren. Ich rauchte zuviel und lenkte mich immer wieder mit den Fingern zwischen meinen Beinen ab, bis ich zur Selbstdisziplinierung fast die ganzen Tage in der Uni verbrachte. Wenn ich mit dem Laptop in der UB saß, gab es keine Ausflüchte mehr… außer natürlich denen im Geiste. Denn natürlich schweiften auch hier meine Gedanken immer wieder ab. Wenn eine Professorin, die ich kannte oder ein junger gutaussehender Dozent durch den Gang liefen, stellte ich mir vor, wie sie mir ein Zeichen gaben, damit ich ihnen auf die Toilette folgte, wo sie…

Schräg vor mir saß eine bildhübsche schwarze Studentin, mit vollen roten Lippen und langen Braids bis zur Hüfte, ein enges Kleid aus dem ihre großen Brüste mir förmlich entgegensprangen, glatte wohlgeformte Schenkel, die in kniehohen Schaftstiefeln endeten… ich verlor mich in ihrem Anblick und der Vorstellung, wie sie mich unter sich zwang, mich lecken ließ und mir dann, mit einem Ausdruck der Genugtuung auf ihrem stolzen Gesicht, in den Mund kackte.

Mit einem Knall zerbrach der Bleistift in meiner Hand, auf den sich für einen kurzen Moment all meine Anspannung und Erregung konzentriert hatte. Die Leute an den Arbeitsplätzen starrten mich irritiert an, konnten sie auch in meinen Kopf schauen? Die schwarze Schönheit grinste mich kurz an, dann drehte sie sich wieder zu ihrem Bildschirm.

Und ich, ich rannte auf die Toilette, wo ich kaum die Tür einer Kabine zugeworfen hatte, bevor ich schon wieder die Hand in meinem Höschen hatte. Nur war ich in meiner Fantasie die Toilette…

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Nachdem ich heute Morgen mein Referat („Expressionismus im Film”) gehalten hatte, çanakkale escort konnte ich dann nicht mehr. Der Dozent war ziemlich begeistert und wollte unbedingt noch mit mir über meinen Vortrag sprechen, auch wenn ich glaube dass er an mehr als nur meiner Meinung zur Filmgeschichte interessiert ist. Immer wieder fallen mir seine Blicke auf, besonders wenn ich Miniröcke, Strumpfhosen und Stiefel trage, so wie heute, das scheint ihn doch sehr anzusprechen. Ich habe es abgespeichert für zukünftige Unternehmungen, wer weiß, er ist ganz reizvoll, solange er den Mund hält.

Als ich mich endlich aus dem Gespräch befreit hatte, rannte ich zuerst nach draußen, um eine zu rauchen. So schnell hatte ich schon lange keine Zigarette mehr weggezogen! Dann ging ich wieder ins Unigebäude und eine Treppe hinunter in den Keller, wo die Film- und Fotolabore waren. Dort war es vormittags meist sehr ruhig und vor allem gab es eine wenig frequentierte Toilette.

Ich schloss mich in einer Kabine ein, hängte meine Tasche auf, zog meinen Minirock hoch und meine Strumpfhose und Slip nach unten. Dann setzte ich mich auf die Brille. Meine Gedanken rasten, ich war geil bis zum Zerspringen, die Anspannung machte mich fertig. Mit der linken Hand begann ich, meine Klitoris zu reiben, sofort beruhigte es mich. Ich schloss die Augen und konzentrierte mich, fokussierte auf meine Lust, die in der Mitte meines Körpers glühte. Wärme durchströmte mich. Ich ließ mich gehen, fallen, mich vom Rauschen meines Blutes davontragen.

“I am to Thee the harlot, crowned with poison and gold, my garment many-coloured, soiled with shame and smeared with blood, who for no price but of wantonness have prostituted myself to all that lusted after me, nay, who have plucked unwilling sleeves, and with seduction, bribe, and threat multiplied my stuprations. I have made my flesh rotten, my blood venomous, my nerves hell-tortured, my brain hag-ridden. I have infected the round world with corruption.”

Mit den Worten von Crowley in meinem Geist, die ich auswendig kann, drücke ich den Inhalt meines Darms in meine geöffnete rechte Hand. Die Wärme çankırı escort aus meinem Körperinneren trifft auf meine Haut bevor der feste Körper meine Finger berührt. Das Gefühl jagt mir heiße Schauer in meinen Unterleib. Weiter und weiter drängt der Korpus hervor, um den sich langsam meine Finger schließen. Was zu lang ist, bricht ab und fällt nach unten in die Toilette, wo es aufplatscht und mir Wasser über meine Pussy spritzt.

Ich habe immer noch meine Augen geschlossen, mein Atem geht schneller, meine Hände zittern. Ich reibe weiter meine Clit während meine rechte Hand sich langsam meinem Gesicht nähert. Der Geruch wird nun stärker, dunkel und herb, nicht unangenehm. Ich rieche erneut, wittere, sauge den Duft in mich auf. Das Training wirkt! Es gefällt mir, erregt mich auf ungeahnte Weise.

Das erleichtert mir, den Körper in meiner Hand zum Mund zu führen. Ich spüre seine Wärme auf meinen Lippen, bevor sie ihn berühren, als sie ihn berühren, dieses Gefühl ist unbeschreiblich, magisch. Ich drücke meine Lippen darauf, gleite mit ihnen auf dem warmen, feuchten Schaft umher. Nehme meine Zunge dazu. Lecke den Körper, lecke den Kot, schließe meine Lippen um ihn, habe ihn in meinem Mund schmecke ihn sauge und lutsche daran blase ihn wie einen Schwanz bis der bittere Saft mir die Kehle hinab rinnt und ich schlucke ich schlucke ich schlucke so voller Gier und Lust bin jenseits von Gut und Böse bin endlich stark genug dafür bin die dreckige Hure die Satan verdient

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Mit einem Stück von meinem eigenen Kot zwischen den Lippen kam ich auf der Uni-Toilette im UG zu einem wahnsinnigen Orgasmus, der all die Anspannung der letzten Woche bündelte und mich richtig heftig mitriss. Ein großer Schritt für mich, ein bedeutender Moment für mein Projekt. Nach so vielen Zweifeln spürte ich: ich bin auf dem richtigen Weg.

Nachdem ich mich abgeputzt und wieder angezogen und mein Aussehen im Spiegel kontrolliert hatte, ging ich mit einem breiten Grinsen zurück ins Gebäude und über den Campus in Richtung nachhause. Mehrfach leckte ich dabei meine Lippen ab, auf denen noch mein Geschmack anhaftete, genau wie an meiner rechten Hand, an der ich regelmäßig roch. Niemand auf den Straßen und in der U-Bahn wusste um mein Geheimnis, ich nahm es mit mir nachhause. Und was ich dort tun würde, wusste ich schon genau, so heiß und feucht wie meine Fotze schon wieder nach Aufmerksamkeit gierte…

//Fortsetzung folgt//

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I woke up the next day to hear the shower running in our ensuite. I rolled over and through the ensuite door, through the steamed-up shower glass, I could see the shape of Ellies curvy body. The movement I could see looked like she was washing her hair.

I rolled my naked self out of the bed and looked at the time. 9:12am. Thank God for weekend sleep ins.

“Good morning, babe” I said as I lifted the lid on the toilet to alleviate my half mongrel glory and my bladder.

Ellie rubbed a circle with her hand on the shower screen glass allowing me to see her gorgeous face. “Hey sugar” she replied. She blew me a kiss and then wiped more steam from the glass affording me a look at most of her body. She tilted her head back and began to rinse her conditioner out of her hair as I watched.

“How much fun was last night?” I asked rhetorically.

“Fucking amazing wasn’t it Hun!” replied Ellie, now shaking her c/d cups side to side for my viewing pleasure.

Ellie turned her back to me to turn the taps off in the shower and hopped out onto the bathmat. She started to dry herself off. “I probably shouldn’t have had a shower, I want to watch more of Anns movies, and I’m sure you’re going to make a mess in me or on me again.”

I grinned and nodded. We didn’t have anything on for the day, and likely wouldn’t have anything on clothes wise for the day either.

While Ellie dried her hair I went downstairs and grabbed the laptop. When I got back to our room the door was locked.

“Ellie, the doors locked!”

Giggles. “I know, I locked it!”

“What,… Why?”

More giggles “Just be patient and I’m sure you will be happy when I open the door.”

“How long will you be?”

“Hmm, give me 5- or 10-minutes babe.”

I had no idea what she was up to, but I figured she was either shaving something or putting on something sexy. I went downstairs and fixed up some toast for us both, reminiscing about the previous night at Bill and Ann’s house, and by the time I got back upstairs the door had been unlocked again.

Ellie was laying on the bed in a blue crotchless set of panties and matching bra with see through mesh cups. She moved her head side to side giving me sultry gazes from the corners of her eyes, then as I approached with her breakfast she wiggled to sit in an upright position.

“Thanks babe” she said as i handed her the plate. I sat facing her on the bed to eat my breakfast. After a few bites she said, “Know what I want to do today?”

With my mouth full of a bite of toast I shrugged my shoulders and shook my head.

“As soon as we have finished brekky, we are getting the computer out in bed, I’m getting on all fours, and you are going to fuck me silly while we watch another Ann video. After that, we can discuss what else to do for the day. Is that a good plan or is that a good plan?”

“Hell yeah!” I replied, my mouth now empty. “Couldn’t have thought of a better start to the day. No wonder I married you.”

We knocked off our breakfast, and after a few kisses I put the plates on the side table to deal with later and grabbed the PC.

We fired it up and quickly found Anns catalogue of videos.

“I’m soaking already.” Ellie said as I clicked on one that we hadn’t watched and pressed pause.

Ellie got on all fours and placed the laptop where we could both see it while I moved around behind her. True to her word her pussy was already soaking wet in anticipation. My cock slid in slowly and easily and Ellie pressed play as I started to slide full length in and out of her at a slow pace.

The movie began with Ann sunbaking at a beach in a black bikini, laying on her belly. Soon she rolled over onto her back and lifted her sunglasses up past her hairline. She sat up and propped herself up with her arms behind her.

She gazed down the beach, and the camera panned around to where she was looking. A group of 3 guys were walking along the water in their shorts, maybe 15 metres away.

Ellie said, “She’s really got an amazing body doesn’t she.”

Beginning to pant a bit I replied “So do you Ell. Curvy, but damn sexy. I was starting to speed up a little with kuşadası escort my entries and exits of her pussy, and her pussy had started to queef for me which is always a massive turn-on. I knew I would struggle to maintain a slow pace with her pussy talking to me but stayed as slow as I could while my cock throbbed.

The cameraman, Ann’s husband Bill stepped back and panned out to capture Ann and the men in frame. A deserted beach apart from the 4 of them and of course the cameraman.

Ann took one hand off the ground and beckoned the men as they walked closer. They looked at each other, shrugged, smiled, and started walking away from the waterline up toward Ann.

“Hi boys!” teased our sexy grey-haired neighbour. The men, all mid-twenties to mid-thirties all greeted Ann back.

“I need a bit of help putting some sunscreen on. I was hoping the dashing young men like you might be able to help?”

The guys all nodded, and Ann grabbed her sunscreen from beside her. She held out the bottle and they all reached out their open palms. Ann squeezed sunscreen on their 6 hands and clipped the bottle shut.

Soon one of the guys was working one leg, another the other leg, and the third guy working her back and shoulders.

It looked more like a pamper massage than rubbing in of sunscreen. Two of the guys were sporting obvious hardons under their shorts, and we could not see the shorts of the guy doing her back.

One of Ann’s hands went to her back as the leg guys were close to finishing, working slowly at her upper thighs near her bikini bottoms. She pulled the string and her top became loose. She asked one of the leg guys if he could help remove her top, which he obligingly did trying to hide his smile.

“I probably need my tits done too” said Ann looking down at her cute B cups and their now stiff nipples.

The same guy that undid her top started to rub lotion into her tits.

Once finished, the guys stood up in front of Ann. Bills camera got an excellent angle of her eyeing off the bulges in the guy’s shorts. “Hmm” she said to them, “That seems to have turned you on a bit boys. Maybe you should stay, and we can have a little bit of” she paused for effect, “fun.”

Bill zoomed the lens and scanned across the guy’s shorts. The ones on either side were bulging, but the middle guy’s cock was pulsating in his blue shorts. The camera panned out again in time for Ann to ask if they would mind dropping their shorts and showing her their willies. The guys obliged, dropping their shorts one by one. One average, one a little shorter but thick, and one a little longer but not so thick.

“hmmm.” Ann said as if in thought. “I could certainly have some fun with these lovely looking cocks. What would the three od you do with me if I opened the door for you?”

The guys didn’t speak but moved back toward her. Ann held her hands out and grabbed two of their cocks. She pulled herself up off her bottom while gripping the guy’s cocks. We could see slight strain on their faces and then relief as she let go.

“Sorry boys, I really need to pee before we can play. Maybe one of you could give me a hand.” She looked at the guy who hadn’t helped her up. She spread her feet apart and asked him “Would you mind pulling my bikini to the side, unless you’d like me to pee myself in it.”

He obliged, standing in front of Ann, and being slightly taller than her had to lean down a bit to reach the crotch of her bikini bottoms. As he started to pull it aside, Ann grabbed his hand and moved it away.

“I’ve changed my mind.” She said as she placed her hand in his shoulder and gently pushed him down to kneel in front of her. She pulled her bottoms aside herself.

At this stage of the film, my rhythm had picked up considerably and Ellie was thrusting hard back into me, her generous beautiful ass slapping against my groin with each synchronised thrust. She had started lightly moaning, and I knew i was going to cum quite soon, but was trying to extend for as long as I could. I moved one of my thumbs to gently tease the rim of her asshole which had been looking up at me begging kocaeli escort for attention.

Ann told the guy kneeling in front of her to open his mouth and close his eyes. As he did Ann beckoned one of the other guys over. “Spread me with your fingers.” she commanded, and he spread her lips apart. Ann arched back a little, and then her stream of piss started. Ann urinated all over the guy’s face and into his open mouth, closing her eyes in what seemed like bliss while doing so. The other guy decided he wanted in on the shower action too and knelt next to his friend. The guy holding Anns lips open twisted her slightly, so the pee was now streaming over the other guy’s face.

I couldn’t hold any longer and my body bucked as Ellies did as we both simultaneously orgasmed. I pumped Ellie a few times after I spent my load inside her tight but slippery pussy, then squeezed the base to get the last bits out as i withdrew from her, a long shiny strand of cum connecting us until it bowed under gravity and then hung from her pussy separated from the strand hanging from my cock. I watched as both almost in unison hit the sheet.

I decided to fondle Ellies clit from behind as we continued watching.

Ann asked the boys if they enjoyed their shower. They both nodded, their faces and chests drenched with her pee. She asked if either of them had ever had an old lady pee on them before, a devilish grin erupting on her lips. One of them licked his lips and they both shook their heads. It was obvious Ann was the only one allowed to speak in this movie, her sultry voice enhancing the movie.

“Maybe we should go for a quick dip in the surf before I decide if I’m going to let the three of you have your way with me.” She scanned their faces for response, but they didn’t move. All of a sudden Ann started sprinting to the water. “Last one in just gets to watch.” She said and continued running to the water.

It was a short distance, maybe 15 or 20 metres, but it seemed none of the boys wanted to just watch. They overtook Ann just before the water, and it was as close to a photo finish as you could get. The guys all ran naked into the water until they were up to their hips, the water slowing them down with every step, and then they dove under a wave, again almost in unison.

Ann had stopped just short of the waterline when the guys ran past her. She stood with her hands on her hips with her back to the camera, only clad in her black bikini bottoms. She watched them dive in, then as they splashed about for a minute, she turned to the camera and apparently unscripted said “I didn’t see that coming.”

She turned again to face the ocean and got the 3 guys attention with a beckoning finger once again. They waded in to the waterline to be addressed by Ann, now putting on a stern attitude. Again, the camera moved to capture all of them from the side.

“Well, I underestimated your stamina boys. I didn’t expect you all to beat me to the water. Now who lost?”

The guys looked at each other for just a bit too long.

“I guess maybe I lost then?” stirred Ann, still in her stern voice. She continued, “And if I lost, then I guess I’ll be the one watching?”

What Ann had just said was starting to dawn on the 3 younger guys. They looked puzzled for a second, then somewhat frightened at the thought, but Ann let them off the hook. “Although it would be quite funny watching you all together, it really isn’t my thing, and I’m really aching for a good fuck fest before anybody happens to come past. SOOO, why don’t you three gorgeous hunks carry me back to my towel and i guess all three of you will have to have your wicked way with me. Open slather boys as long as you are respectful, No choking spitting or hair pulling.” The 3 men picked her up off her feet and began to carry her. “And no hard slapping” she added as they made their way to Anns towel.

They placed her down on the towel, their cocks hard and eagerly awaiting their prize. Ann got to her knees and motioned for them to gather closer. As they l8ned up next to each other Ann grabbed the cocks of the two on the ends of the line of three konya escort and started slowly masturbating them, looking each of them in the eye for a few seconds. Then her haze shifted to the guy in the middle as she proceeded to open her mouth and take his cock while maintaining an eye lock with him for a while. Then her eyes fixated on the camera as she sucked and jerked the 3 younger men.

The stamina Ann had referred to earlier was soon proven wrong, the lead up to the beach orgy must have been too much for two of the guys, as about 3p seconds later, although not overly vigorously jerking the guys off, we saw the guy on the lefts cock explode a mighty load of cum, the first rope of which hit Anns nipple with a bullseye shot, the remainder spurting on her arm hand and towel. as it began to drip with gravity. As she slowed her hand movements on his cock, her face changed as the middle guy shot his load inside her mouth. She released the spent cock from her grip and squeezed the cock that was in her mouth until she was satisfied it was drained, then looked at the camera as she opened her mouth to show her mouthful of cum. Ann took her hand off the 3rd guys cock and slowly pushed the cum out of her mouth letting it run down over her bottom lip and down her neck.

Ann licked her lips and quickly turned to the last guy. “Seems cumming last has its benefits after all. I need your cock inside me.”

Ann turned around and knelt in doggie position waiting for her wet pussy to be pleasured.

The guy got down on his knees and slid his erection straight into Anns wet pussy. He rammed her hard from the onset, and didn’t last much more than a minute until we saw him buck and stop thrusting. Bill angled the camera to capture the withdrawal of the guys cum covered cock from Ann’s cum filled pussy. The telltale strand of combined sex juices hung between his cock tip and Anns love hole for a few seconds, then she forced a good dollop of cum out and the strand gave way.

Not quite finished with her performance yet, Ann turned around and grabbed his now diminishing erection. She proceeded to slurp the cum off his cock until it was glistening with saliva rather than cum.

With that Ann gave her little wink and wave, and the movie was finished.

“Hottest one so far?” Ellie asked.

“Mhmm” I responded, wondering which beach they had filmed on and whether they had prearranged with the 3 guys or just found them at the beach that day. “I wonder what would have happened if 2 of them didn’t have, um, staying problems?”

Ellie laughed. “Poor guys!”

“You mean lucky guys.”

“Well, lucky and unlucky.” we both said and fell into each other laughing. I started rubbing gently along the outside of Ellies lips.

“Imagine if they all took her at the same time, one in each hole.” I ventured.

“Mm, and then swapped positions so they all got a go at all of her holes.” Ellie replied, shutting her eyes as if imagining the scene. “I think that one went a bit off script, but still it ended up pretty hot.”

“Yeah definitely.” I replied. “Feel like a trip to the beach today, or should we sit around watching Ann porn?”

“Can we do both?” Ellie responded. My fingers had moved to her inner folds, running up and down slowly from her clit to her opening and back.

“I think for now I have you right where I want you. If we went to the beach, maybe we could fund a couple of willing men to fill all your holes.” I teased and started to speed my finger up a bit.

“Mm, in your dreams lover.”

“In your dreams too babe.” I finished Ellie off to another orgasm talking about her getting all her holes filled at the beach and zoning in on her clit until her body shook again in pleasure.

We lay and cuddled for a while, and both fell asleep lightly caressing each other.

Some time later I was awakened by Ellie rummaging through a drawer. As I opened my eyes, I saw her shut the drawer, prize in hand. She turned around and said “Oh, sorry, didn’t mean to wake you babes.” She grinned and held up a white bikini. “Lets go to the beach.”

“Well we could. but we only have one more of Anns videos to go, and the one we watched at their place that we didn’t quite finish only had 30 seconds left. Maybe we should just watch the last one now, or do you want to watch it tonight?” I replied.

“Beach now, I’m horny for some sand sun and sea, then we can watch the last one tonight in bed.”

TBC

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This story comprises of 16 short chapters (all written) that will be released in turn as I edit them.

Like many of the submissions on here this could have been placed in a variety of genre’s; Loving Wives, Fetish, Novels a tight red mini-dress with black stockings and black lace underwear beneath.

The change in him was almost as great as the difference in my clothes.

Gone was the competent photographer and in his place I had a blushing, nervous middle-aged one.

It gave me another thrill knowing that not only would I be his first nude model but that he was so self-conscious about it. The gush of my juices soaked my knickers in an instant and I hoped he wouldn’t notice how aroused I was.

I knew what he wanted and I was happy to give it to him, slowly peeling off my clothes while he snapped away with his camera until I was standing in front of him wearing nothing but my stockings.

“How would you like me?” I asked coyly enjoying his obvious discomfort.

“Oh… err… I… umm… I…”

Smiling I lay back, one leg out straight while I raised the other knee and opened my thighs to expose my glistening pussy.

“Like this perhaps?” My giggle prompted a grin from him.

“Oh my…. you’re… you’re pierced.” Henry stared at the silver ring in my clitoral hood, “You… you weren’t in the magazine.”

“I had it done recently. Is that a problem?”

“Oh no… no, not at all.” He mumbled, still staring at it.

I spent the rest of the session with my legs spread wide, giving him an unobstructed view of my pink slit, as he took photo after photo of my brazenly displayed body.

“Thank you so much Stephanie, that was even better than I imagined. You’re an absolute star.”

We had just finished and I was busy picking up my discarded clothes as Henry packed up his camera.

“You’re very welcome.”

“Would you mind if I booked you again sometime?” He asked a little sheepishly.

I leaned in and kissed his cheek, “Of course not Henry. Anytime.”

Later that night, as I lay in bed in my small apartment, I counted the money I had got for the shoot and thought about what I was doing.

Getting paid for showing off my body had made the experience even more exhilarating for me, as well as helping my finances, and if they were all as nice as Henry I hoped I’d get a lot more bookings.

My only problem was my husband. He kept coming back into my head and I couldn’t help but wonder what he would think of what I was doing.

I was an exhibitionist, I now realised that without a shadow of a doubt. There was no way I could deny or suppress that fact and I knew that whatever I did in the future I would always have a need to flaunt myself.

How would he feel about that? Would he ever want me knowing that?

Waiting for sleep to take me I realised that the fact that I was considering his feelings, even though we were separated, told me I still wasn’t in a place where I could move on with my life.

Over the next few weeks, I settled into something of a routine, going to work every day and having a night out with Cassie, who I had become very good friends with, on a Saturday. I was also spending one evening during the week doing a photoshoot, to help with my income and to satisfy my exhibitionist urges.

More importantly though was the fact I stayed away from men, particularly Isaac, and resisted the few offers I got to go out on a date.

Everything seemed to be going well, or at least as well as I could hope, but then my studio work dried up. For a couple of weeks I didn’t worry, even though my finances quickly became rather strained, but by the third week, when I still had nothing, I started to get a little concerned.

“How come I haven’t had any more bookings?” I asked Peter when I came in from work on the Tuesday evening.

He shrugged, “I think it’s just money Jess. All the guys loved working with you but you’re not cheap.”

“I can’t afford to go any lower with what I charge, can’t you talk to them?”

“I’ve tried but it all comes down to cash. They will come back but it might take a while.” Pete’s words did little to ease my concerns.

That night I went to bed and for the first time in weeks I was worried about how I was going to afford to pay my rent and to eat. Unable to sleep I eventually decided to speak to Cassie the next day to see if I could get a pay increase.

Arriving at the café on the Wednesday morning I, rather sheepishly, asked my boss if hatay escort I could have a quick word with her.

“Sure Jess, what’s the problem?” Her cheerful, friendly response to my request gave me some hope.

“I was wondering if… umm… if there was… any chance of getting a rise?”

“I’m afraid not. I’m barely making any profit as it is.”

Her response left me at a loss as to what I was going to do.

“I guess things are pretty tight for you?” Her question interrupted my thoughts.

“You could say that.” I said miserably, “I can pay the rent or eat, but not both.”

“Shit, I’m really sorry but there’s nothing I can do.”

“It’s ok, I’ll figure something out.”

I spent the morning on automatic pilot, my mind on my money problems rather than what I was doing. In fact, I was so preoccupied that I didn’t notice Isaac Ashanni come in until I went to serve him.

“Hello Jessica, it’s been a while. How are you?” His deep voice startled me.

“Oh Isaac, hi.” I tried to force a smile, “I guess I’ve been better.”

He looked around the half-empty café, “Why don’t you get us both a coffee and tell me about it?”

“No really, it’s…. it’s ok.”

“Hey Cass I’m gonna have a coffee with Jess. That alright?” He called across to my boss.

“Sure, it’s about time she took a break anyway.”

A few minutes later I found myself seated at a table with him, idly stirring my cappuccino.

“So, what’s the problem.”

I knew he wasn’t going to let it rest so, swallowing my pride, I told him about my financial issues although I didn’t mention anything about working as a nude model.

Listening without interrupting he waited until I finished, and then leant back in his chair.

“The bookings at Pete’s dried up?”

I looked up at him wide-eyed, “How did….”

He chuckled, “There’s not much that goes on around here that I don’t know about.”

“Well now you know everything.”

Leaning across the table he lowered his voice, “You know if you like taking your clothes off I might have a solution for you.”

“Like what?” I asked suspiciously.

“Like on Saturday we’re having an amateur contest. Winner takes home five hundred pounds.”

For a moment or two I said nothing.

The money would be a welcome windfall while the idea of stripping on stage to a live audience sent a flush of warmth straight to my groin.

“I don’t know. I mean people who know me might be in the audience.”

“Your choice sweetheart.” He swallowed the last of his drink and stood up, “If you change your mind just come down to the club on Saturday.”

Sitting alone I slowly finished my coffee, contemplating his suggestion.

‘The money could be a life-saver, but only if I won.’

‘What if people who knew me saw me?’

So many thoughts went round and round in my head but I still couldn’t make a decision, walking home after work feeling confused and depressed.

Unlike the wet t-shirt contest where my choice had been impulsive knowing that I would be moving on in a day or two at most, this was a lot more complicated. I had started to make a life in Sandiford Bay and taking part in a striptease contest, no matter how much money it might make me, could ruin everything.

I struggled through the Thursday and Friday still completely undecided. One minute I found myself thinking that I might do it and then the next I had made up my mind I definitely wasn’t going to.

Sitting in my room on the Friday evening I stared at the small television I had bought without seeing anything on the screen as I considered my options.

Unable to pay my next month’s rent, I desperately needed the prize money but I knew if I didn’t win I would get nothing. And while the idea of stripping in front of a large crowd of horny men turned me on, just like the idea of appearing in X-plicit had, it could also be the ruin of the life I had started to build in Sandiford.

Who was I kidding? Even as I thought it I knew this wasn’t the life I wanted, that was back with my husband, the man who was now with another woman.

My thoughts turned to Tom and wondering what he was doing I opened up my laptop without really thinking. I hadn’t stalked him for a couple of weeks and was surprised to find a new entry, containing a couple of dozen photographs, on his Facebook page.

Apparently the company had finished runner-up, in some better business scheme, for the advertising campaign we ığdır escort had done for Richard Danville and the pictures were of the awards ceremony.

Nervously I opened them.

The first couple were of Tom looking gorgeous in his suit and I stared at them for several minutes, despairing over my marriage and my life.

Then I pulled up the third one and froze.

He was standing in the entrance to the awards venue smiling, with Grace Cartwright holding tightly on to his arm.

My stomach turned over and I suddenly felt sick.

I knew then that all the time we had been apart I had been kidding myself, trying to pretend that I could move on.

Flicking through the rest of the photos the feeling got worse; Grace was in almost all of them, dancing with Tom, by his side at the table and even kissing him.

It didn’t alter the fact I was still in love with him, and probably always would be, but it meant that I now realised that my life with him really was over, whether I liked it or not.

The sudden clarity settled my mind for me and my decision was made, for better or worse, I was going to take part in Isaac’s contest.

Getting through Saturday at the coffee shop was a struggle and I know Cassie suspected something, especially when I told her I couldn’t afford to have an evening out.

“You’re going to take part in that contest aren’t you?” She said coldly as we cleaned up at the end of the day.

“No.” I lied.

“Don’t fib to me Jess. I know you’ve been working at Peter’s studio.”

“Fuck, does everyone in this town know?”

My surprise made her chuckle, “It’s a small place hon, word eventually gets around.”

“So, it seems.”

“Get off home and get yourself ready, I’ll finish up here.” She grinned at me, “And good luck.”

“Thanks.” I smiled back sheepishly before closing the door behind me.

It was just before eight o’clock that night that I found myself standing hesitantly on the pavement outside Erotic Fantasies.

Getting home I had grabbed a quick bite, too nervous to eat a proper meal, then had showered before brushing my hair out and applying my make-up; layering mascara on to my false eyelashes, brushing on a dark eyeshadow and some eyeliner and finishing with a red lip gloss.

My outfit was simple; a lacey black thong and a purple mini-dress that revealed a lot of leg and an ample amount of cleavage with my 3″ stilettos completing it.

Throwing a few things into a bag I was ready and, with a final look around my room, I had set off.

‘Was I really going to go in?’

Pausing outside the strip club I started to contemplate just what I was about to do.

Swallowing hard, my stomach a tight knot, I forced myself to push through the doors.

Inside I looked around me, taking in the size and colour of the room. It was large, with tables and chairs scattered haphazardly about the main floor, and decorated in burgundy with silver trimmings.

Directly in front of me was the main stage, extending out into the floor area with stools placed all around its edge.

The bar was along the wall to my right with more stools along its length while a solitary door, at the end of the counter, was marked ‘Private’.

On the opposite side to the bar were several sofa’s and half a dozen horseshoe shaped booths along the wall, offering their occupants a greater degree of privacy.

“Can I help you love?” A guy with the word security emblazoned on the front of his t-shirt startled me.

“Err… yeah, There’s a contest tonight. I…..” Trying to keep my voice calm and even I replied.

He looked me up and down, leering at me and sending a shiver up my spine, nodding towards the bar, “Go and see Isaac over there.”

“Jessica, you decided to come.” The club’s owner stood up and greeted at me as I approached.

“Yeah I…. I decided to give it a go.”

“Great, you know I’m already looking forward to seeing more of you.”

“Really!” I said rather sarcastically, trying to ignore his innuendo.

“Yeah really.” He snickered, “Now get yourself off and get ready, then maybe you and I can have that drink afterwards?”

“Maybe.” Was all I said before disappearing through the curtain to get to the back of the stage.

“So, you’re Jessica? The man really has got the hots for you.” A gorgeous black girl said as I sat down.

“You think so?” I couldn’t help but notice the large diamond on her left hand.

“Trust me, I know ısparta escort so girl.” She chuckled, picking up a bag of clothes, “Have fun.”

There had only been a few early customers when I arrived but the club quickly filled up as we got closer to the nine o’clock start time.

Like the other dozen or so girls backstage I had changed into my costume and was waiting nervously, trying to stay calm, when the DJ announced to the crowd that we were about to get things going.

My heart went into overdrive, hammering against my ribs, while my tummy began to turn somersaults.

The first girl up was a busty brunette, Tracy, and I peeked through the side of the curtain to watch as she started to dance. Peeling off her top after one song she spent the second dancing topless before slipping her bottoms off for the last tune.

Finishing her routine Tracy picked up her discarded items to a round of applause and came back behind the curtain to dress.

“How was it?” I asked, desperate to know.

“Absolutely fucking terrifying but what a buzz.” She giggled breathlessly.

I could feel my excitement building listening to what she said, knowing it would soon be my turn to strip naked on stage.

Fifth in line, my anticipation had time to grow, my pussy leaking its juices into my panties as I waited for the girls in front of me to finish.

“Gentlemen please give a big welcome to the lovely Stephanie.” Almost without warning the DJ announced me.

I had chosen to dance under my magazine name and, sliding off the stool I was sitting on, I took a deep breath before stepping through the curtain onto the stage.

Waiting for my first song, ‘Girls, girls, girls’ by Motley Crew, I gazed at the crowd, taking in all the faces staring expectantly up at me, and if my knickers weren’t wet before they certainly got a soaking in that instant.

Wearing just the miniscule outfit I had chosen; a little halter top that left my stomach bare and a pair of very tight denim shorts with just a red thong beneath, I stood patiently until my music started.

Beginning to dance, the thumping beat of the base filling me, I slowly swayed to and fro with my arms raised above my head, before starting to gyrate around the stage, my hips swaying invitingly in time with the music.

As I moved I could feel my piercing rubbing sensuously on my engorged clitoris, adding to the feelings that were swiftly building inside me.

The track still had around a minute to go when I reached behind my back and untied my halter top, one arm holding the material over my firm breasts as I undid the knot at my neck. I had stopped moving now, just standing, one hips pushed out, biting my bottom lip as I waited for the moment to expose my chest.

“Get yer tits out.”

“Show us some skin.”

A couple of voices called out encouraging me, although most of the men just stood and quietly stared up at me.

I smiled and, just as the song ended, threw my top aside to reveal my breasts, my dark pink nipples already standing out like bullets from the centre of my puckered areola.

The first few beats of my second track, Lady Marmalade’ by Christina Aguilera, started and topless I began to strut even more suggestively around the stage. I was completely wrapped up in my performance now, my heart pumping furiously and I felt my arousal growing swiftly.

Dancing as provocatively as I could I unzipped my shorts, wiggling them down as far as my hips to give the audience the impression that I was going to take them off as well.

In the front row a man held out a tenner to me so, with a smile, I sashayed across and dropped to my knees in front of him. My tits were just inches from his face as I cupped and massaged them, pinching my swollen nipples to give him a real close-up show.

Watching him lick his lips, his eyes fixed on my breasts, sent a thrill through me and I remained there for a few seconds before picking up the money and getting to my feet and starting to dance again.

Part way through the song I turned my back to the crowd and finally pushed my denim shorts down my thighs, letting them fall to the floor and kicking them away. Now, wearing just my skimpy red thong, I began to bump and grind my way around the stage my eyes fixing on one man after another.

When my final track, ‘Dontcha,’ by the Pussycat Dolls, started I stopped moving and, raising my arms above my head, turned my back to the audience.

Bending at the waist I kept my legs together and hooked my fingers in the waistband of my panties.

There was almost a reverent hush around the stage and I could feel my heart thumping wildly as, wiggling my backside invitingly, I teasingly slid my knickers down my long legs and stepped out of them.

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Hi, I’m Megan. If you’ve read parts 1 and 2 by my husband Alex, you’re probably wondered what in the hell I was doing.

Alex told you how he was intrigued by Rita’s legs. She had a way of spreading her thighs and enticing my poor, dumb husband. I do the same thing to him and he’ll do anything I want.

My husband, Alex, and our neighbor Byron, had exchanged nude photos of me and Byron’s wife Rita and then Byron put the photos on a website. Rita’s photos were on there too. It was one of those free websites, not the ones where people pay for the privilege of seeing someone naked, displaying their intimate features and having sex. Maybe we’ll do that next.

Alex told you how I went to a motel with Byron and screwed him while my husband was being seduced by Rita. He fucked her, of course.

Alex and I reconnected that night and made wonderful love, tender and caring. We had been doing some daring things, but loved each other more than ever.

But things were more complex than Alex explained in the previous chapters.

There had been some sparks between Byron and me for a long time. We’d lived next to him and Rita for a few years and Byron had flirted with me and frankly, I flirted back. I would often wear provocative clothing, displaying a lot of my ample cleavage. I would go without a bra or wear a thin one so my nipples were poking through my shirt. He liked my legs and he saw me in swim suits and exercise shorts. We jogged together occasionally and he would lag behind me, pretending to be tired, but he was ogling my ass. Typically, he would make suggestive comments and I would respond with some myself. He kissed me a few times at parties. Alex and Rita were doing the same, but they didn’t have the electricity that Byron and I shared. That is, until Alex saw Rita’s thighs that day and fell in lust with her, as he puts it.

When he mentioned his infatuation with Rita’s legs, I picked up on it and teased him about his fantasies of having sex with her.

I knew that Byron had been posting photos of Rita on line. We are very close and she confided in me. She is an exhibitionist and over the course of their marriage, she had become more daring, with his encouragement. She let him take nude photos of her and share them with his brother. When he suggested putting some on the web, she reluctantly agreed to some tame, fully clothed photos. They gradually moved to showing her breasts. Then she was enticed to become more daring as the viewers increased. She let me see her ‘portfolio’. The photos were really sexy and they really turned-me-on.

I didn’t realize it for a long time, but I’ve always had an exhibitionist streak myself. I’ve always liked it when boys and men would look at me. I’d smile knowing that men were watching my ass wiggle when I walked by them. I worked as a waitress while in college and wore loose tops so the boys could see down my shirt. I wore loose bras, so they could see most of my breasts jiggling as I did my waitressing. I liked to skinny dip and went to a few nude beaches with a guy I was dating before I met Alex.

Once we married, I settled down while our daughter was growing up. After she was off to college and Alex and I had more time together, we began to look for new outlets and activities. I exercised and got myself in better shape. My belly isn’t hard like when I was in college, but there’s no extra fat on me. I think I look pretty good. Alex, Rita and Byron tell me so and I get a lot of compliments, both spoken and sensed, at work. I’d wear conservative outfits to the office, but made sure there was either a bit of tightness in the butt or I’d wear a loose top so my boobs would jiggle. I like being watched and like teasing men with my appearance. It feeds my female ego; there’s nothing like a man drooling over you to make a girl feel good about herself.

Then there was the time Byron saw me naked. I was changing into a swim suit before going to the neighborhood pool one afternoon. I had just bought a new suit and I went into Rita’s and Byron’s bedroom to change. I didn’t realize that he had come home and he didn’t know I was in there (at least that’s what he said). Rita was out in their yard. I was bare naked when he suddenly opened the door. I was facing the door, having just removed my panties. I was stunned and so was he when we saw each other. I froze; then I put my hands over my breasts. Of course, my pussy wasn’t covered, so I tried to use my arm to cover both boobs while dropping my hand to my crotch.

Byron apologized immediately, but he didn’t move. I looked at him and on the spur-of-the-moment, I dropped my hands to my side, letting him see all of me. I asked if he liked what he saw and of course he said he did. I said, “Well now that you’ve seen me, you can leave.” He did and I finished donning my suit.

Rita mentioned later that she understood that I had given her husband a ‘show’. I smiled and told her I was embarrassed, but she asked me, “Did you get a thrill?” I had to admit that I did. She nodded knowingly. The memory of him seeing me naked that day stayed with me and would generate kahramanmaraş escort tingle in my crotch whenever I remembered it.

A few weeks later, we were at their house and Byron mentioned that he’d really enjoyed seeing me naked. When he said, “I can’t get you out of my mind. I wish I had a photo.”

I said, “Never gonna happen.”

He asked, “Does Alex have and photos of you?”

I said, “He does, not that you’ll ever see them.”

Byron said, “I’ll bet he’ll show them to me if I show him some of Rita.” Alex didn’t know about her photos on the web, so there was the possibility that my husband could be talked into showing my photos in return for seeing ones of Rita nude, particularly since he had been enchanted by her sexy thighs.

I said, “He’d better not.” My answer was not as firm as it should’ve been, exhibiting a lack of conviction on my part. I just walked away, knowing what he was thinking. There was something titillating about the possibility of my husband being enticed to show our friend the nude photos he had of me.

Then, there was the kiss. It was at one of our weekend cookouts. I was wearing a halter top and shorts. I went to the bathroom. When I exited the bathroom, Byron was waiting his turn in the hall. I was trying to squeeze past him when he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. I was a bit high from drinking and I kissed him back. His hand went to my back, then slid to my waist. When I didn’t object, his hand slid into my shorts and under my panties. His hand stroked my ass, spreading his fingers across the cleft and my cheeks. Our mouths opened and his tongue probed. I felt his hard cock pressed against my belly. I finally pushed him away, but he had aroused me with his unexpected kiss.

That night, I jumped my husband and screwed him until we both were exhausted. He wondered what had gotten into me and just told him I was aroused watching him all night, which was true, but it wasn’t the only thing stroking my libido.

Then, Byron talked Alex into showing the photos of me and exchanging one. As Alex has told you, I acted pissed at first, but then the knowledge that my husband had shared photos of me naked made me horny. The more we talked, the more aroused I became and I actually asked my husband to take some very lewd photos of me, including some of me sucking his cock. I anticipated that he would show them to Byron and teased him that I wanted him to do it. Poor Alex didn’t know if I was kidding or not. I preferred to leave it up to him.

Well, Byron got the photos. Alex made up some story about Byron having gotten access to his phone. I thought it was bullshit, but more importantly, I was excited by it. When I had found out about some of the photos being on a web site, I couldn’t believe how excited I became. Again, I fucked my husband silly. The thought of thousands of people seeing me naked really touched that exhibitionist gene in me. My pussy would get wet, just thinking about it.

Then, one day I was visiting with Rita and we talked about the photos and we shared the excitement over being seen my thousands of strangers.

She suggested that we take a few photos of each other, so we went into her bedroom and stripped. We started by alternating photos in each of us in bed. I was getting more and more aroused with the wine we were drinking and the eroticism of the situation.

We took a break, with both of us sitting on the bed, drinking wine. Rita began to stroke my long sandy hair. It felt good and her hands moved to my shoulders. Of course, she kept going and put her hands on my breasts. She leaned in and kissed me. Our lips locked and we fell onto the bed. I had never fondled a woman’s breasts like I did hers. I kissed her nipples, realizing how wonderful they were and why my husband and other men were so fascinated with women’s tits.

Her leg pushed up between my thighs, pressing against my wet pussy. She was on top of me. Our breasts pressed together. My hand stroked her dark, silky hair, then traveled down her back to the globes of her ass. I remembered her husband feeling my ass and replicated his actions. With her leg pressing into my pussy with her naked skin rubbing against mine, I was getting more and more aroused. I loved the feeling of the hair on her bush against my thigh as she began to hump my leg.

Her mouth covered one of my nipples, then the other. She rubbed her head over my breasts. Her hair tickled my face and chest. She moved over my belly, putting her tongue in my navel. I was eager for her to continue down my body. Her nose rustled through my pubic hair and then I felt her breath on my vulva. When her tongue probed my slit, pushing between my lips, I spread my legs to give her full access. My husband is a wonderful pussy-eater. Rita was different. Her fingers, lips and her face were softer. She was gentle, and she knew where to place her tongue. When her tongue slid into my vagina, I arched my back in ecstasy. My fingers combed through hair on her head. She probed with her fingers and tongue and I built toward and orgasm. She knew what she was doing and would kastamonu escort arouse me, then back off. Finally, she went for the score and increased her intensity. I was soon thrashing and jerking as an orgasm swept over me in waves. I closed my eyes and thoroughly enjoyed my first experience with a woman.

I calmed down and she moved up beside me.

“Thank you. That was wonderful.” I said, holding her closely.

She said, “I enjoyed it too.”

I said, “I should do you.”

She said, “Only if you want. Let’s take a break for a few minutes.”

Fifteen minutes later, we were back in bed. Rita laid back and I began by putting my lips on her soft thighs, thinking about how jealous my husband would be of me, nuzzling the thighs he had lusted after. I moved up and looked closely at her pussy. I’d fooled around with another girl when I was in college. We’d diddled each other and used vibrators, but hadn’t done the oral thing until now. Rita’s scent was intoxicating, a mixture of perfume, lotion and pussy juice.

I tasted her, recognizing some of the flavors of my own pussy that I would taste on my husband’s face after he’d eaten me. She was emitting nectar from her pussy, thoroughly drenching her entire crotch. Her reaction encouraged me and I went at her more aggressively. I knew the things my husband did and I replicated them. I was experiencing the same thing Alex did when he ate my pussy and I realized why he enjoyed it so much. Rita was writhing on the bed, her body began to jerk and her breathing increased, unmistakable signs of an orgasm. Her fluids gushed onto my face. I pushed my tongue into her vagina, feebly trying to get all the way to her cervix. I swirled my tongue around and placed my lips over her vagina and sucked her cum from her hole. Her thighs pressed against my temples; it hurt. She was so aroused that she was uncontrollably spasming as her orgasm peaked. My arms were wrapped around her hips, holding on while she arched her back in ecstasy. She continued for what seemed like over a minute; time was hard to judge.

When she finally began to calm down, I released her and I rolled to the side. Her pussy was still spasming as she recovered. She thanked me, of course.

I had to ask her if she had ever done this with a woman before.

She said, “We had friends where we lived before. We did a lot of things with them.”

I asked, “Were your husbands involved?”

“Oh yes. We swapped with them a few times. She and I did it. We did three ways with different combinations. We’d both fuck Byron and he and the other guy would spit-roast me and her from both ends.”

“Do you still see them?”

She said, “No. It didn’t work out. The guy wanted to fuck me all the time, but Byron and the wife got tired of each other so we broke it off. Unfortunately, we lost them as friends.” She continued, “We’ve been very reluctant to try things with other people after the last time.”

“But now?”

She said, “We seem to get along well with you and Alex.”

“And?”

“Well. If you and Alex are interested, we are interested in you.”

I mulled that over. She was inviting us to swap with them.

She went on, “My husband would like to get you in bed. I’m sure you’ve picked up on that.”

I had, but it was not unusual for a man to make advances. I would just brush them off, either by teasing or relaying a firm ‘No’.

I did know that Alex had a thing for Rita, so I said, “Alex thinks you’re hot.”

She said, “I know. I’ve been flashing and teasing him, but he doesn’t seem to pick up on it.”

“He can be dense, sometimes.” Poor Alex, I thought. He wasn’t aware enough to know that Rita was giving him signals. He was a faithful husband who didn’t even notice signs from other women. That was until he saw her thighs that day.

“Are the men in on this?”

She said, “Not yet. I know Byron will go for it. What about Alex?”

“He’ll never cheat on me. I’d have to tell him it was okay. I think he’d do it. We’ve fantasized about doing things with other people, so he has the desires but I don’t know if he has the balls to do it.”

“Drop some hints and let him know you’re okay with it.”

The realization hit me. She wanted to fuck my husband. I wondered if my attraction to Byron extended to fucking him. I’d read enough to know what to do and what to not do when it came to swapping.

In bed that night, I thought about fucking Byron and the thought aroused me. I imagined him stripping me naked and putting his cock in me. I woke my sleeping husband by sucking his cock and made him go down on me.

After we had visited Byron and Rita on Saturday, a week later, I broached the subject in bed with my husband.

I asked him. “We’ve joked about fucking other people. Would you really want to do it?”

He said, “No, of course not.”

I said, “I know you’d never cheat on me, but we’ve read about swapping and swinging. Have you ever wanted to try it?”

He said, “To tell you the truth, I’d like to watch you but I don’t have any desire for another woman.”

“What about Rita? Wouldn’t you kayseri escort like to get between those thighs of hers.” I grabbed his dick and he was getting hard. “You mouth says no, but your dick says yes.”

He laughed and said, “Well, maybe.”

I said, “It turned us both on to have Byron see my nude photos.”

He asked me, “Do you want to let Byron fuck you?”

I nuzzled against him and said, “It seems to help our sex life to talk about things like this and you were really hot when he saw my nude photos. He saw pictures of my cunt. It made us both so hot.”

He nodded and I said, “If you want to fuck Rita, it’s okay with me.”

He said, “Are you asking permission to fuck Byron?”

I looked at him, afraid to answer.

He mounted me from behind and as his cock pumped into me, he said, “Imagine that I’m Byron, fucking your slutty cunt.”

I went with it, “Oh please don’t tell my husband that I’m letting you fuck me.”

He continued the role play, “Does it feel good having a strange cock in your horny cunt.”

I said, “I’m just a slut.”

“You’re a horny little slut. I feel you coming on my cock.”

I was coming and he shot his load of semen deep inside me. He was very forceful, very aroused.

As we calmed down, he said, “That was so hot, thinking of you fucking Byron.”

“Maybe I’ll do it and tell you about it afterward.”

He kissed me and we went to sleep. I knew what he was thinking about because his dick was still pretty hard.

Well, then it happened. I had stopped in to return a dish and found Byron in their kitchen. He was packing for a trip. Rita was grocery shopping.

He propositioned me. “Why don’t you come along on my trip?”

I looked at him like he was crazy.

He continued, “Rita is okay with me fucking other women as long as I tell her about it.”

“You want me to go with you and fuck you; what about your business?”

He said, “It won’t take much time. We can spend afternoons by the pool and then spend the nights together.”

He was being really bold.

I humored him, wondering what in the hell he was thinking. “What about my husband and your wife?”

He said, “Rita will take care of that.”

“You’d be okay with Alex fucking your wife?”

“Sure, why not? I know what you and Rita did in bed last week. Live a little. There’s no commitment or complications, just pleasant and exciting sex.”

He suggested, “I’m leaving tomorrow afternoon. Meet for lunch and we’ll talk about it.”

I looked at him and said maybe. What was I doing? He was seducing me with the idea.

That evening, Alex and I had some torrid sex. I hadn’t gotten the thought of fucking Bryon out of my mind. Alex and I teased each other.

He asked what I was thinking and my answer was close to reality.

“I’m imagining being in a motel with Byron and he’s fucking me.”

Alex asked, “And where am I when all this happens?”

“Oh, I’ don’t know. You’re probably somewhere fucking Rita.”

He asked, “What’s Byron doing to you?”

“His cock is inside me. He’s fucking me bareback. He’s going to shoot his come in me.”

“Does he have a big cock?”

I said, “He has a nice cock. I sucked it to get it nice and hard.”

Alex pumped harder so I continued, “Think about another man putting his cum into your wife’s cunt.”

That was enough to make him come. It was as explicit as we could be. I was telling my husband I imagined another man fucking me and he came, hearing me describe it.

The next day, Alex went to work. After thinking and worrying about it all morning, I did it. I met Byron for lunch at a restaurant in the Hilton. I thought I just wanted to see what happened. I planned to move closer to the edge and then retreat.

I sat with him at the restaurant and he asked me, “Did you pack?”

I shook my head no.

He said, “That’s okay. You won’t need any clothes and we’ll buy whatever you need.”

I laughed and said, “I’m just having lunch with you.”

He said, “I know you are tempted to come along with me. I’d give you pleasures you’ve only imagined.”

“I have a pretty vivid imagination.”

“Have you imagined being in bed with me?”

I said, “Maybe.”

He plied me with wine and suggestive talk, telling me how good I looked and how much he’d wanted me.

“I remember the time I saw you naked. It was better than just seeing photos.”

I just laughed; the wine was getting to me.

He said, “I’d like to do some of the things I’ve seen Alex do to you.”

“Like what?” I was enjoying his attempt to seduce me.

“I’d like to lick those pretty nipples of yours and suck your wonderful pussy. I’ve wondered what you’ll taste like.”

Wow. A man was imagining eating my pussy. My pussy was getting wet.

He flipped through the nude photos of me on his phone, showing me his favorites. Talking about which nude photos aroused him was arousing me. Seeing photos of me having raw sex with Alex was making me very horny. I drank more wine than I should’ve. We were sitting beside each other in a booth and he moved closer. His hand touched my knee and I didn’t object when he caressed my thigh, slowly moving closer to my crotch. I let my legs open for him and he was touching the little hollow at the top of my thighs next to my pussy. I had never allowed anyone other than alex to do this. It was daring and exciting and my inhibitions were lowered. Byron was seducing me.

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Anne and I were enjoying a good life in early retirement, if you count having a lovely home and more than enough money to live on as a good life. Having made more than enough money from my mortgage brokerage business I sold up but stayed on as a consultant employee to the new owners as part of the lucrative financial deal I’d negotiated, a golden handcuffs if you like. This was for three years, during which time I was essentially free to come and go from the business as I pleased, play a lot of golf but be available if needed to advise the new owners. Leaving day came, I was now retired, aged fifty-five at the time, and Anne was fifty-six.

As for sex between Anne and I, we seemed to have got out of the habit in our later years. She didn’t ask, so I didn’t demand it from her. After all, Anne was a busy grandmother with her interests, involved with the local village Women’s Institute and volunteering in a few local charity shops close to her heart, besides regularly visiting and babysitting our grandchild. She was what you’d call an ultra-respectable lady in the prime of life, much loved and respected by colleagues, family and friends. She would never put a foot wrong. Anne never mentioned she missed sex, so for well over a year we did not indulge.

Our only daughter, Melanie, was in a turbulent relationship with a guy she had been involved with since school so now aged twenty-four she had been on and off with him for 10 years. They had gifted us a wonderful grandchild but it was obvious they were having trouble keeping their relationship together. He’d done well for himself and was working in the City as an investment banker, in a very laddish culture and Mel had discovered he was fucking his secretary. They had previously booked a luxury cruise around the Mediterranean but since she didn’t want to go with him the tickets had been offered to Anne & myself. I didn’t particularly want to go but Anne was very keen, she needed a chance to recharge her batteries and according to colleagues at the charity shop, a cruise would offer an opportunity to have lots of fun and make new friends. So that was that, we would be going.

The ship was a luxurious, brand-new liner and we had spacious premier-class accommodation with an en-suite bathroom and a king-size bed in our cabin, plus a well-stocked drinks cabinet.

The first night at sea I joined a poker table in the casino and more than held my own with the other players until dawn, enjoying the thrill of gambling when you can afford it. I decided the cruise wouldn’t be so bad after all, with excellent food and good company to pass the time.

Anne would do her own thing as ever. There was a cinema, a library, a good gym, a chapel, and lots of sun-loungers, both public and on our large secluded balcony which had its own private access off the first-class deck. I told myself she’d find plenty of ways to amuse herself, her needs were modest.

On the first morning, we were gently awakened by our steward knocking and entering with orange juice and a tray of tea and toast. Like most of the crews nowadays he was foreign, a tall, very dark-skinned young man from West Africa. The badge on the lapel of his starched white steward’s jacket said his name was Benjamin Amadou. He beamed a smile of straight white teeth, he was softly spoken but he had an invisible air of confidence that was hard to ignore. From the first morning, he was so polite and well-spoken in his good English.

Over the next few days, Benjamin was most attentive, bringing fresh drinks and ice, coffee, clean sheets and towels, always on hand to make our lives comfortable. I guessed he was angling for a big tip at the end of the cruise. We found he was only twenty-two years old and working away to support his extended family in Cameroon, he’d left a few years ago to go to the United States as he was training to be an athlete, a track sprinter and that was where the finest colleges and coaches were to be found. He’d worked hard at his athletics his height and physique lent themselves to his chosen goal but a persistent injury to his knee had curtailed his dream of representing his country on the world stage. However, the time he’d spent learning his excellent English while at college wasn’t wasted, he moved to Europe to be closer to home and was able to get himself a job with the cruise company, initially in the kitchen but progressing to being a premier-class cabin steward due to his attention to detail and his happy to serve attitude. ‘I’m fortunate that I get such good reviews back to my supervisor at the end of all my cruises’ he had told us.

‘I have no doubt you do’ Anne had told him with a smile.

The way he attended to Anne made me happy, he was always on hand to make her comfortable despite the heavy heat of the Mediterranean sun. She lapped up the attention from her sun lounger, happy to have a good-looking, physically eskişehir escort strong boy fawning over her. Enjoying the cruise, she did not once complain that I hardly spent any time with her. Every night when I quietly, and just a little drunk, came back to our cabin just as the sun was starting to rise, Anne was always in a deep sleep, not stirring at all as I crept into bed, unusual for my wife who was always a very light sleeper, but I was grateful not to be in trouble so I never commented on it in the morning.

I was so far winning more than five hundred pounds per night through all-night sessions at the poker table and wanted to continue. Then came the night I lost it all, no big deal, but I’d had enough. I went out on deck and on the promenade walk, I breathed in the good salt air and admired the stars overhead in a dark velvet sky. I strolled past couples smooching in dark corners, under the lifeboats and felt aroused, thinking what I needed was a good fuck.

Finding myself outside the access gate of our balcony, I saw a dim light from our room and let myself in to see if Anne was there. If so, I’d go in, romance her a bit, and fuck her. She was after all attractive still, with short blonde hair, glasses, petite at five-three, 121lb and well-formed with good size round breasts that had cost me several thousand pounds a couple of years ago in Harley Street, and a firm bum, really a sexy wife.

I couldn’t have got onto our balcony through the gate without knowing the access code. It was set by us on our arrival, to let us in while preventing outsiders from getting onto our balcony. Looking through the huge patio window I saw Anne just out of the shower beside the bed starting to dress, probably getting ready for some evening entertainment, as ever hanging her discarded clothes on hangers and putting them away in the wardrobe. It was fascinating, a real turn-on, to observe her like this, the thrill of seeing her when she’s unguarded and natural. I watched her choose her bra and panties carefully, taking them from a bag that had several different styles. To my surprise, i realised they’d all been purchased from the fine lingerie store on the ship, she’d decided she wanted to impress me by buying some new sexy underwear, I guessed several hundred pounds worth, giving a soft whistle through my teeth.

I’d seen her undressed hundreds of times of course, but never like this, my cock was uncomfortably hard in my trousers and I was full of lust at the sight of my wife.

Rooted to the spot, I could have left to join her but that wouldn’t have had the same effect. A lacy white bra overflowed with ample white tit, two small cups of the garment cut down almost to the nipples, revealing the deep cleavage and the enticing fullness of breasts nestled tightly together by their size. Below she wore a tiny white thong, showing her cunt bulge, barely covered by the sheer material. Anne always kept her pussy hair free, shaving the lips and the pubic mound every day. Her pussy was visible through the nearly transparent material, and as she turned to walk across the cabin for her kimono I saw the thin strip of silk disappearing between her firm arse cheeks, and that her rounded arse was displayed as good as bare, just a strip of the silk dividing the moons of her arse. It looked so enticing and perfect, that rounded bum, I would have shuffled behind her on my knees kissing the ample flesh. White hold-up stockings completed the vision of absolute beauty my wife radiated.

‘You are for it tonight, my girl’, I silently promised her. I’d forgotten what a lush bed partner she’d been, such a responsive lover that gave everything back when I mounted her and moulded into my heaving flanks.

Anne had paused to check her appearance in front of the full-length mirror opposite the window I was peeping through, turning this way and that and for a split second I thought she glanced at me through the mirror! I darted back out of view and stayed out of sight for a few moments with my heart racing a little, when I looked back in Anne was sitting side on to me at the large dressing table carefully applying red lipstick and spraying herself liberally with her favourite Tom Ford perfume, I knew she’d be smelling utterly irresistible! However, she didn’t indicate that she thought I was watching from outside, I was sure of it.

So my cock was jumping and throbbing as I watched. Wife-watching was tremendously erotic and arousing. She slipped on the silky kimono over the scanty white underwear and poured herself a vodka from the drinks cabinet. She normally never drank and as for the fancy bra and panties, her usual was Marks and Spencer’s sensible cotton. I could only imagine she’d treated herself at the ship’s luxury lingerie shop out of boredom. Poor Anne, I told myself, I’ve been neglecting her. Under that respectable front was a woman who liked to wear glamorous undies, and what else for but to entice me, her husband? I would go in immediately and take her – in reality, being entirely selfish. I was going to fuck her, fuck her nice welcoming cunt while I lay over her sexy body, with gaziantep escort her big firm tits rubbing under my heaving chest. I set off for our cabin with real eagerness.

Turning into the wide passageway to our cabin I saw Benjamin, in casual clothes, walking some way ahead of me and tapping on our door. I stepped back a little into an alcove and saw Anne open the door slightly, then catch Benjamin’s arm and draw the young lad into the cabin with her, quickly closing the door behind him. I was frozen, dumbstruck, never imagining such a turn-up, but old enough and wise enough to purse my lips and chuckle over the incident.

I found the whole idea startling but intriguing. My wife and that lad. Not Anne, home baker extraordinaire, past leader of the local church choir and regular entertainer to tea of the vicar and his wife, even the bishop at times!

I was not feeling in any way betrayed, jealous or any of those stupid wasted emotions. Wouldn’t I have liked to see what was to go on in there – as if I couldn’t guess! Then it struck me like a lightning bolt that I should watch through the small window on our private balcony off the deck. So I hurried back out on deck, hopeful of seeing Anne kissing the lad. There’s no doubt I’d neglected her recently and she deserved a little kiss with a handsome young man to lift her spirits. You know, I must confess that was more exciting at the time than going in to fuck her myself. To watch my wife having a brief stolen kiss with our steward was an unbelievably exciting thought, and I didn’t want to miss a second of Anne’s fun.

The night had got cooler and the deck was now practically deserted. From inside the ship, I could hear dance music from the lounge. I guessed most people were down below decks, enjoying the entertainment. Slowly, carefully I operated the handle on our gate and edged onto our balcony, closing the gate carefully behind me, hardly daring to breathe. My heart was beating so fast and I felt sure it was audible to everyone as it was pounding inside my chest. I took a few seconds to compose myself, took a deep breath and peeped through the corner of the window, just to the side of the patio window. I saw into the cabin very well. It was the scene I had wished for but could never have hoped for

Anne and Benjamin stood face to face, he had her backed up against a wall, her arms around his back and her head leaning up to clamp her mouth against his. She had already discarded the kimono and she stood there in just the pure white underwear plus a pair of black, high-heeled shoes she had brought with her for formal nights. Despite the heels, Anne was still significantly shorter than he was, he seemed to tower over her as his big hands groped the cheeks of her arse. So they clung, kissing madly and passionately, Anne rolling her lips around his, mouth open and tongue showing, eager as a slut. Her lipstick was already smearing around her lips and she was behaving as if she was on heat, grinding her pussy into his groin and hip, her arse rhythmically rolling back and forth as she tried to generate contact with her clitoris.

‘You horny little slut’ I chuckled to myself, delighted to catch her so turned on and desperate. ‘I’ve been keeping you short, haven’t I?’ Of course, away from the confines of a village, I suppose she felt safe to indulge in a holiday fling. But the way she went at it, bucking her hips against the boy, made me wonder if there hadn’t been others. She obviously had highly sexual needs. “Steady on now Anne’, I silently thought, “Don’t lead him on too much’

But I watched on with wide eyes and a hand over my mouth as Anne stepped away and began pulling at the young African’s shirt as if desperate to get him undressed. I found myself feeling even more sure this was no first time for the two of them together as he stood there, hands on hips as she frantically tugged at his remaining clothes. All those hours I’d spent at the card table must have given them plenty of opportunity to indulge.

Soon, Benjamin stood fully naked in our cabin, in front of my wife, a muscular, athletic youth with a massive hard-on. It curved up like a banana, long and with a purplish knob, a plum-like circumcised helmet. To be honest, I couldn’t blame Anne for being so desperate for it. It seemed to pulse with its rigidness and Anne fondled it, drew it through her hand and sat down on the edge of the bed to kiss it, looking up at him and smiling as she held it and kissed the shaft. I imagined all that length going up her cunt and was eager to see it and her reaction. Benjamin had taken some of his cock in his hand and pulled her face back down to it, rubbing the crest around her nose and lips with some force, patting it gently on her face and tongue, something I’d never dared to do to her, the cocky boy.

Anne went down on her knees and gulped hungrily at his big, engorged cock, sucking away like a child with a delicious ice lolly. She was struggling to fit it into her mouth but Benjamin was holding on to the hair at the back of her head with one hand as he wanked his cock with the other, all while Anne giresun escort frantically tried to keep the plum of his cock in her stretched mouth. Relentlessly and diligently she worked at the cock, making its head slick with the saliva from her mouth. I saw Benjamin rock on his heels, knees buckling slightly, his arse thrusting, a handful of her hair in his hand as he lost control and fucked her mouth as if bucking against her cunt. His body stiffened, and his head went back but she kept his helmet in her mouth as his cock pulsated and shot his load into Anne’s mouth. He stepped back, a limping prick slipping from her stretched lips. My wife held out her tongue for him, showing him she’d swallowed his gift like a professional cocksucker.

He lay back on our bed, smiling his appreciation at her. She’ll be doing that to me later, I decided, glad to have witnessed her obvious pleasure at having a cock in her mouth. It had panned out almost exactly as I’d suspected it would between them, a kiss and a bit of play, although the deep cock sucking had taken me by surprise, Anne had never really wanted to do that to me, telling me it was not something she liked to do.

‘You changed your mind on that one, you slut’ I thought.

I’d expected them to now start to dress, to start to cover their tracks in case the absent husband came back to the room. But there was no sense of hurry, they’d learned I wouldn’t be back anytime soon. My wife was not finished yet, there was to be no rest for her stud as she peeled off her lacy little bra and taunted young Benjamin by standing over him and shaking her big tits right before his face. When the lad made a grab for her, she dodged around the bed, giggling at the game. Not to be outdone, Benjamin threw back his head as if laughing, then leapt up after her, grabbing her and easily throwing Anne across the bed, both clearly loving the fun they were having.

Again I was amazed at her behaviour, like a deliberately teasing little slut needing to be physically caught and given a good fucking. Benjamin now had both her hands pinned above her head with only one of his hands as he was literally ripping off her underwear with his other, discarding the now shredded brand new panties behind him as she pretended to struggle even as he reached down with his free hand and inserted first one, two and then a third finger into her sopping wet pussy, he then started to frig her pussy and g-spot mercilessly, yanking his hand out as she squirted an arc of fluid onto the bed, again he went straight back in with three big, thick fingers, manipulating her cunt expertly and again causing her to squirt an even larger amount of fluid onto the bed as he jerked his fingers out. Anne and I had never tried such a thing in our slightly more staid, somewhat less frantic sessions in bed. She seemed to be loving the new sensations that had been introduced to her and I had to admit I was quite jealous that I’d not ever managed to elicit any of these reactions from her body.

Anne had decided it was time to get fucked, she was completely naked save for her stockings and shoes and she pulled him down on her, thrusting his face hard onto her tits. I noted her hand was wanking his prick as he sucked and bit at her nipples then, when he had only gained a semblance of an erection again, he lay back on the bed and easily pulled her across and over him, she reached down and guided his wicked looking black cock to the bare lips of her pink pussy. Despite the play with Anne’s pussy, I was genuinely concerned that she would be hurt by such a tool being put into her cunt but I needn’t have worried, Anne was so turned on by what was occurring inside that cabin that her pussy was as wet and juicy as it had ever been. She straddled his powerful thighs with hers and slowly started to lower herself onto his cock. She was rolling her head forward and back, side to side with the sensations she must have been experiencing as more and more of his weapon penetrated her, her poor cunt ring stretched in front of me, despite childbirth this was still clearly an ordeal for Anne, albeit one she was enjoying.

She leant forward and began kissing Benjamin passionately on the mouth as he placed his hands firmly on her hips and began to lift her up and down on his cock, easily lifting her small body up and down, she didn’t appear to have any input into how hard or fast she was going to be fucked by him, however, she was quite clearly thanking him for the fucking she was receiving as he smiled up at her.

He began to make deep thrusts into her, really probing deep into her pussy with his cock but still not getting all of his good length into her. She rolled off of his cock and laid back on the bed, one hand behind her head, the other rubbing on her cunt, something she had never done with me, telling me touching her own pussy was ‘distasteful’. Benjamin mounted her and she put an arm around his back with her hand on his arse, drawing him across her with legs widely parted, showing her smooth but puffy red cunt and desperate to get a cock up it. Benjamin didn’t let her down, he settled into the cradle of her thighs, penetrated her married cunt yet again and began fucking motions over her. Anne gripped his thighs with her ankles, her hands gripping his arse cheeks as if trying to pull him as deep as possible into her greedy hole, jerking up into him like mad to get more. More she got as his prick got harder and shafted her deeper.

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“Hey Jenna, come in,” Pete told her as he answered the door, “and don’t forget to take off your shoes.”

I walked in and slipped off my shoes, leaving them in the hallway. Pete kissed me on the cheek and walked me through into the living room where his parents were.

“You’re ten minutes late,” Pete’s dad Jim retorted.

“Sorry, traffic, the bus was a little late too,” I answered.

He frowned at me but then asked if I wanted a drink as he walked to the kitchen to put the kettle on. He poured coffees and bought them in, one for me and one for his wife Sarah, Pete’s mum. He frowned again as I went to put my mug down on the coffee table without using a coaster. Only recently having moved in, I was still getting used to their little customs.

The house was immaculate as normal. Sparkling white walls always looked like they were freshly painted, and the new super fluffy beige carpet in the living room (the reason for not wearing shoes) contrasted wonderfully against the oak furniture. I understood at times why Pete’s parents seemed so strict, they just wanted things perfect.

I thought at first they hadn’t liked me due to my past. Pete had been brought up to follow rules, to behave properly, I however had been a bit of a wild child for a year or so, mellowing now I was with Pete. From having sex the day after my eighteenth birthday at a surprise party thrown for me, I’d developed an urge to try different things sexually, usually with different people.

I always tried to go out of town, finding bars a few miles from home and had gotten quite accustomed to blowjobs and quickies with random pickups, either in the toilets there or stopping outdoors before we got back to whoever’s lucky night it was. A few times we’d been caught and it had turned me on, so much so that I’d taken to masturbating in public a few times if there had been nobody worthy in the bar. Being caught always ended up with a ‘bribe’ of a handjob or blowjob not to alert others. If they were particularly good-looking, it would be more on offer.

I changed when I met Pete, ironically at one of said bars. He’d been with friends, my group and his had started chatting with each other, and eventually, we realised we were sitting in a booth alone and hadn’t noticed all of the others had left. We’d been talking for over three hours and I liked that he was interested in me, and had taken a taxi home with me and made sure I got home safely before giving me his number.

I learned to be more tolerant, of course, he didn’t mind if I started wanking him in the cinema, but he wasn’t with me just for sex like I’d got accustomed to from men. He bought me little presents, took me dining in nice restaurants, and his parents took to me too, once I’d been fine-tuned a little more of course. I started wearing dresses more rather than my usual t-shirts with jeans or skirts, started wearing heels rather than trainers, and started generally behaving better.

“Are we still going shopping tomorrow?” Pete asked, nudging me as he had said it once already.

“Oh, I wasn’t going to now, I have no money left,” I answered.

“No news on the job front then?” Sarah asked.

“No, maybe I’m being a little picky or just don’t want to stumble into something low-paid,” I answered.

“I’m sure something will come up soon,” Sarah said, “here’s fifty pounds, spend it wisely, you can keep any change if that dress you wanted is cheaper.”

I thanked her and took the money a little too quickly.

“Right, early night, I have a very early start tomorrow,” Jim announced,” no noise later.”

I knew from that remark, and from a previous conversation I’d overheard, that he meant for us not to have sex. Sarah looked at me and smiled nervously seeing that I’d understood what Jim had meant. Then I told her that I’d load the dishwasher to thank her for feeding me. She smiled again and told me thanks and she was sorry for Jim being a little uptight.

Shopping turned out to be joyous, I’d found a nice black number reduced in a sale, and still had twenty pounds left over. Although I’d saved some cash, Pete still insisted on buying food and booked a taxi home too. We got back and I showed Sarah the dress, who said it would compliment my curves nicely, then blushed as she said it.

I agreed. With 34C breasts and a slim waist and a peachy arse, I had a very good hourglass shape. Back in the day, this kind of dress would have been perfect for my bar visits, showing off my curves without being too slutty. The V-neck front reached almost to my cleavage, meaning any forward leaning showed more flesh off. It reached halfway down my legs, normal enough but sitting down meant it riding up and exposing my thighs.

We’d settled down to eat soon after Jim had come back from work. He seemed a little offish, more so than normal. Sarah glanced at him a few times before biting the bullet.

“Are you okay dear? Work problems?” she asked him

“You know Dad can’t talk about it,” Pete muttered.

“So so,” Jim said, “my work intern walked out today, we had a disagreement so to speak. elazığ escort A pity as I thought she was going to work out for the best.”

“Oh that’s a shame, I’m sure you’ll find somebody else,” Sarah told him.

I knew a little of what Jim did. I knew it was some kind of office, something to do with the government, and he couldn’t talk much about his job as they’d signed non-disclosure agreements. I’d joked with Pete about him being a spy, but Pete had laughed and said he was always at the office so wasn’t a very good spy.

“Jenna is looking for a job,” Pete suddenly blurted out.

The table went quiet, Jim looked at Pete and then at me. He took another mouthful of food, chewed and swallowed it, and then looked at me again.

“Stand up. There, by the side of the table where I can see you,” he ordered.

Sarah told him I hadn’t finished my food and he glared at her. I stood and went to where he’d pointed, slouching.

“Stand correctly, upright. Arms by your side. Hmm, you’ll need to dress better than that. Can you type or take notes quickly?”

“Erm, yes, I’ve done shorthand before, at one of my previous jobs, I had to type up the notes afterwards,” I told him.

“Jeans and a t-shirt are no good though, can’t have shoddy standards, people will judge me on how you look too,” Jim muttered.

“Jenna, go and put on the dress you bought today, that should do it,” Pete exclaimed excitedly.

Jim nodded and I wandered upstairs, putting on the dress and going back down. They’d started eating again, and I went and stood in the same place. Jim ignored me until he’d swallowed, then looked up. His eyes wandered up and down my body, a faint hint of a smile on his face, and nodded to himself.

“Nice, a better look, acceptable. The white bra isn’t though, black bra under that dress, or no bra at all,” he said without emotion.

I glanced at Sarah and Pete to see if they had heard the no bra comment, both were just smiling at me. Jim wrote on a piece of paper and slid it across the table towards me.

“You look like you’re still wondering whether to accept. The starting salary,” he said, nodding to the paper.

I slid it from under his fingers, read it, and then gasped loudly. The figure was around three times what I’d been paid at my last job. I smiled broadly.

“Yes, I’d love the job please,” I grinned.

“It’s not easy, and you’ll have to sign the same non-disclosure everybody else does. You need to dress more secretarial to work with me, dresses, or skirts and blouses, do you have many?” Jim said.

“A few, not many,” I said quietly.

“You start on Monday, 9 am sharp. I start earlier, so I can’t give you a lift in, it will look unprofessional too,” he said, “and here’s £200 pounds. Sarah can take you shopping again tomorrow and help pick some clothes out, she knows my taste.”

I thanked him as he stood and left the table without saying another word. I beamed at Pete, and Sarah smiled at me from across the table.

“I’ll clear the table and load the dishwasher to say thanks then shall I?” I laughed.

Shopping the following day was again very productive, the same shop I’d bought the dress from still had a sale on, and I got more items with the money than I’d been expecting. Sarah had been great, helping me with colour choices, and also what colour underwear for underneath too. She’d been with me in the changing room too, and I got the sense she enjoyed what she saw too, even joking that if Pete liked the black underwear set as much as she did then I’d be a very lucky girl. She’d even joked it would be better to show him when Jim wasn’t in, winking and laughing.

It was a little weird at first, Sarah watching me undress and try on different items, but by the end, I was getting a little kick out of it and not turning my back as she was blatantly staring at my firm breasts. I did however pull a face when she made me buy heels, saying that I couldn’t always wear flats. I reluctantly agreed, telling her that I’d have to spend the weekend practising walking in them.

Later that night, after Jim had gone to bed, I walked back downstairs where Pete was watching TV, after putting on the black undies. Sarah was right, Pete did enjoy them, and I had to use the thong to bite on to not wake Jim up.

The weekend seemed to fly by, I was still a little tentative in my heels, too much so to wear them on my first day. I was at work at 8.50 am and got shown to a room to watch a slide show, health and safety procedures and such, then some paperwork for payroll. The final document was the non-disclosure which I was told had to be signed before I could walk around the building.

I tried looking around while being escorted to where I was working, but most windows had blinds closed so I couldn’t see too much. I was eventually introduced to Kelly, Jim’s personal assistant, and left with her. She sat me on a desk and left me some paperwork to type up, and then showed me where to file them. She wandered off for a few minutes, then said I had to go with her. We walked erzincan escort towards a large door and she knocked, then pushed the door open.

“The new girl Jenna for you, 2 pm sharp as you wished,” Kelly announced.

Jim nodded towards me and pointed to a chair on the other side of his desk.

“Thank you for the opportunity Jim,” I told him.

“Mister Davis while we’re at work. We have to appear formal, can’t appear to be any favouritism,” Jim said abruptly.

I nodded yes. Jim stared at me, directly into my pale blue eyes, then stood, looking down at me.

“Less makeup, you don’t want to look too slutty. Emphasis on your work output and not what you look like,” he said sharply, “you’re a pretty girl anyway, you look much better without all that covering your face.”

I was a little taken aback but took it as a compliment all the same. He beckoned me to stand, then pointed to move to away from the desk. He walked around me, looking me up and down, making me a little nervous. His fingers brushed across my top, making me flinch. He smiled.

“Sarah’s choice?” he asked, smiling now.

“I chose the clothes, she chose the colours,” I answered.

He nodded his approval. His fingers ran lightly over my cheek, then through my hair.

“You’ll work with Kelly for a couple of days, she’ll assess you, and then the desk outside the door will be yours. When I call, you come in immediately. We pride ourselves on focus, and not getting distracted, discipline. Work rate is paramount,” he announced.

I nodded and told him that I was ready for whatever they could throw at me. He pointed to a sheet of paper on his desk, telling me to pick it up and read it.

“The person reading this is..” I started reading before he ran his hand across my back.

“Keep reading, no stopping, no getting distracted,” he said.

I carried on reading while he walked around me again, stopping and staring right into my eyes, running his hand across my back and over my shoulders, then when he knew I had almost finished he rested his hand flat on my arse. I finished and put the paper back on his desk.

“Was that appropriate?” I asked.

“Just a test, you did well. I’m impressed with you, I think you may well be an asset,” he smiled.

He stood looking at me again, then pressed a buzzer on his desk. Kelly came and for the rest of the day, I worked with her. At dinner that night Pete asked how my first day had been, and if I’d done anything interesting. I glanced over at Jim who frowned.

“Now now Pete, you know she can’t tell you about work, it’s forbidden, isn’t that right Jenna?” Jim said.

“Yes of course, I did have a test which I passed, and I quite enjoyed it,” I said, smiling at Jim as I said it.

The following day I hadn’t seen Jim at all, then suddenly the buzzer sounded on my desk. Kelly answered it, muttered something, and then pointed to the office door.

“Mister Davis wants you, through there,” she told me.

I stood and paused at the door, then turned to her. She waved me in, telling me I was to go in alone today. I knocked and entered. Jim sat by his desk, arms folded. I walked in and sat on the seat opposite him. He stared at my face, telling me I looked so much better without makeup on, then told me that he hadn’t told me to sit down. He told me to stand and to push the seat away. As I stood, he pushed the sheet of paper in front of me and told me to rest my arms on the desk. I did so, the paper by my face now.

“Read,” he instructed.

As I did so I gulped a little, but carried on reading, as Jim reached a hand out and undid my top button, then a few seconds later undid the next one down. He sat back, smiling broadly, my firm but large breasts now uncovered for his eyes. I could feel his stare burning into my flesh, but I soldiered on and finished reading. When I’d finished I went to move but he quickly held my hands and told me not to move unless he told me.

“Discipline, focus,” he reminded me.

“It’s a little hard to with my tits hanging out,” I told him.

“Yes, it is isn’t it, but you have to let yourself think that it hasn’t happened, that I haven’t opened your buttons, that you’re not leaning over the desk, that nothing out of the ordinary has happened,” he said.

“I understand, I think,” I said.

“Well, off the record, if you enjoyed today as much as you seemed to enjoy yesterday, or so it sounded last night, then I’m sure Pete won’t mind,” Jim laughed.

“Oh, oh you heard us? Sorry, I thought we were quite discrete,” I blurted out.

“No problem, Sarah certainly didn’t mind,” he laughed again, then winked at me.

He pointed to the door and I went back to work. I sat at my desk, running through the last few minutes. I’d been a little numb, but then realised that him opening my buttons and staring at my tits wasn’t much different to what I used to do to get guys attention in bars back in the day. I felt a little guilty what with him being Pete’s dad, but it had been harmless enough.

The next day was very erzurum escort similar. It was always 2 pm when he buzzed, and he instructed me to do the same. I leant on the desk, smiling at him, waiting for him to open my buttons again. He didn’t, instead he stood and walked behind me. I couldn’t tell where he was and went to look around.

“No, keep reading, no distractions,” he called out.

I could sense him behind me, but not exactly where. Then I felt his leg brush lightly against mine, and his crotch ever so slightly touched against my arse. He stood still, not talking, and waited for me to finish reading. I paused, waiting for him to tell me I could move. I could hear him breathing, almost deafening in the silence of the room. I fidgeted a couple of times, my arse brushing against his crotch as I did so. Still, he was unmoved. Then I flinched a little as he inched my skirt up at the back.

“You have heels yes? Wear them tomorrow. Also stockings, your legs will suit them,” he instructed.

He told me that I could move and motioned towards the door. I left without him saying another word. I called Kelly over shortly after and told her that I needed the toilet. Getting there I found what I’d been expecting, the gusset of my thong was damp where being in the office had turned me on.

I couldn’t place exactly why. Was it because it was Pete’s dad? Was he doing it because he knew I couldn’t tell? Deep down I knew that what he had done hadn’t been groundbreaking, but I found that being teased like that, I knew how the men from the bars must have felt. What made it seem more of a turn-on was that back at home Jim acted like normal, like work Jim was a different person and he had no recollection of what his alter ego had been doing. I giggled thinking about asking Sarah if Jim was an identical twin.

I was like an excited puppy at work on Wednesday, almost too excited to await his call and stand, or sit depending on his mood today, to be called into the office. None of the other girls seemed to notice, although they were being professional and working. It wasn’t the kind of office for idle chit-chat and gossip and giggling. The clock seemed to slowly creep towards 2 pm. Then, even though I’d been anticipating it, the buzzer sounded and it startled me.

I walked into the office and closed the door, trying to walk confidently in my heels. I stood by the desk, Jim not looking up. Eventually he did so, and then stood and walked around the large oak desk and moved the chair away. He put the paper on the desk to face me, then told me to lean, arms down. I did so, almost bent over at a ninety-degree angle, knowing my skirt would be so tight across my arse. I could hear his breathing behind me, breaking the silence of the office.

“There are three sheets to read today, this is the final test. Do not get distracted, and the job will be yours. You may pause a little, but too long and I will deem you not good enough to pass,” he instructed, “and for the sake of the family if nothing else, I’d really like you to get the job, but rules are rules so the test must be completed.”

I started to read the first page, and almost immediately felt my skirt being pulled up. It wasn’t inched this time, instead being pulled right up my thighs.

“Stockings, nice. I knew your legs would look good in them,” he said proudly.

I carried on reading, feeling a slight breeze on my now bare flesh. The skirt was pushed higher until it was bunched around my waist.

“Suspender belt, lovely touch that. Those knickers are a little too big though,” he muttered.

I wiggled my arse a little, then carried on reading when I heard him cough. I paused again as my knickers were pulled out, and then pushed in between my buttocks.

“Hmm, that’s better, don’t need any fabric covering that peachy arse,” I heard him say.

I finished reading the first page and he told me to keep my arms where they were. He came around the desk and moved the top sheet, showing the next page to be read. In my eyeline, I could see the bulge in the front of his trousers. He was enjoying it as much as I was by the looks of it. He went back around and told me to continue. His hands and fingers traced lightly over my thighs, over my stocking tops, and across my buttocks, making me shiver with nervous tension. His fingers grazed over what fabric was left showing between my arse, only that little bit of fabric stopped him from seeing how turned on I was, although I convinced myself that he could feel the heat stemming from my on-fire pussy.

The second page was done, I took a deep breath as he came around and moved that sheet. The third page glared up at me as he went back behind me. Just as I went to read, I heard the sound of him unzipping. I paused and braced, and he coughed again. I heard him moan softly and he used his feet to push my legs wider apart. I read on, then heard a noise and felt his hot breath on my buttocks.

Fuck! He was that close I felt sure he could smell my sex, smell the fumes of my pussy eager to be touched, eager to find release, eager to please. I felt my knickers being pulled away and rested on one buttock. His breathing got deeper, sliding between my legs like he was trying to extinguish the raging fire between them. I wanted to push back, to push onto his face, to hope his tongue would find the spot and help me on my way.

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John hates to be tickled still he finds himself tied up naked on his girlfriend’s bed while his girlfriend, Capri and her mother, Akia are looming over him. Telling him he’s going to get punished for cheating on her.

“So, Capri tells me you hate being tickled. Is that true?” Akia asks.

“Yes. Please don’t. I’m sorry.” John pleads.

“Oh, you’re going to be sorry,” Capri says.

Both mother and daughter start tickling him.

John thrashes around as much as he can. They have him tied down pretty well.

Akia starts tickling his thighs, while Capri tickles his balls. John really laughs at this.

“Ooh mom, tickle his balls. That really makes him jump,” Capri says.

“Oh yeah? Are your balls ticklish pervert?” Akia asks, tickling John on his balls.

The doorbell rings. “Hmmm. I wonder who that could be. It’s a surprise for you John. No peeking,” Akkia said as she puts a blindfold on John.

“Mom who’s here?” Capri asks.

“You’ll see. Trust me you’ll love it.”

Capri gasps, then laughs as she sees John’s mom, Nancy, walk into the room.

Nancy was slightly taken aback. She didn’t expect to see her son blindfolded naked with an erection.

“John tell me you didn’t cheat on Capri here,” Nancy says.

“Mom? Oh God what are you doing diyarbakır escort here?”

“Akia called me and explained the situation,” she said. She couldn’t get over how hard her son’s cock was. Or how big. She kept looking at it.

“Answer her!” Akia demanded and started tickling him. Soon Capri and his mother joined in. They tickled and watched as John thrashed around on the bed. His hard cock bouncing on his stomach and thighs.

“Fine. Yes. I cheated. But it was only once,” John admitted.

“And being tied up and tickled gets you hard?” Nancy asked her son as she reached out and stroked his cock.

Akia pulled the blindfold off John.

“No. Mom don’t touch me,” John cried out embarrassed.

“Why not? You seem to like it,” she said looking him in the eye as she stroked his cock up and down. “Here you try it,” she said handing her son’s cock to Akia. Who stroked it for a while, then passed it to Capri.

“Oh my God there’s precum seeping out,” she said, then used her thumb to rub the precum around the head.

Nancy and Akia added their thumbs as well. Now John had three women rubbing their thumbs all over the head of his cock. His breathing started to increase, and he was almost ready to shoot.

“No! This is punishment, edirne escort not pleasure,” Akia said and smacked John’s cock. The other two smacked it as well. Then they went back to tickling him.

Akia and Nancy tickled his feet, while his girlfriend tickled his armpits, ribs and thighs.

Then to tease him some more. Akia and Nancy tickled John’s balls, while Capri tickled his cock. He started precumming again.

“So, how does your boyfriend taste?” Akia asked, then stuck out her tongue and started licking the head. Nancy and Capri joined in.

John watched as three women, one of them his mom, licked the head of his cock. Sometimes their tongues would meet and they’d French kiss. This was too much and soon John erupted in a huge orgasm. The three women fought for a taste of his cum. When they had licked up all John’s cum, they took turns sucking and licking his cock from head to balls.

Then they tickled John straight for a half hour, using feathers, electric toothbrushes and anything else they could think of.

In no time Joh was hard again. Capri took off her clothes and sat on John’s face while his mother and Akia also got undressed. John could hear his mom and Akia licking each other’s pussies, while he licked his girlfriend’s edirne escort bayan pussy. Soon Capri came and was replaced by her mom Akia. Capri was shaved, Akia had a triangle.

“Oh God John. Your girlfriend’s licking my asshole,” Nancy said. John almost came right then. Akia had and orgasm and rubbed her pussy all over John’s face.

Then John had to eat out his own mother. He was surprised that she would do this, but more surprised at her hairy cunt. It wasn’t wild but it was thick. He soon gave his own mother an orgasm.

Then he was tickled some more. They kept edging him with feathers and Capri’s vibrator. They laughed as they smacked his cock and flicked his balls with their fingers.

Then they made John fuck his girlfriend while licking her mom. John shot his load into his girlfriend. Then he had to shoot his load inside Akia. Finally, his mom was last, and John fucked her as well as he could being tied down. When Akia and Capri sucked on his balls, he lost it and shot a load deep inside his mother’s hairy cunt.

They kept him tied up as their tickle boy all weekend. He was only untied to use the bathroom and go out to eat, which they made John pay for, of course.

Capri agreed not to break up with John if he agreed to be their tickle slave whenever they wanted. He agreed. But he didn’t know they’d bring their friends and family over to tickle torture him and use him to lick their cunts to orgasm and tease and deny his own orgasm, for hours and then laugh when he finally shot his massive load.

John still hated the tickling, but the rest was awesome.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction written after reading a story by crawl2; I borrowed the names of two of the characters. All persons engaged in sexual activity are over 18 years old and any similarities between this story and real life are purely coincidental.

This is going better than I thought, she said to herself as she got out of her Lexus.

Mindy had dropped by to visit her new boyfriend. It had been a few months since she began divorce proceedings and she had already met more than a dozen guys on tinder – thank goodness she had stayed in shape throughout her marriage. She was technically dating Prime, but it had only been a week and she was keeping her options open. After all, she had just escaped a decade plus old relationship with a guy who smoked so much weed he couldn’t maintain an erection. Now she was finally back in the dating scene and adjusting to the new culture. One thing that was new to her was that she hadn’t realized that she was expected to have sex after the third date. But as they say, when in Rome… A few weeks of dating later, Mindy found herself never saying no to a second or third date if the first went remotely well. She even looked forward to the third date when she invariably let her date fuck her. Soon she realized that she had been fucked more times in the past three weeks than in the past ten years combined.

What Prime had going for him was that he lived only a few miles away and was more available, so she started hanging out at his place more often. He was in his 40’s, a thicker white guy, more fat than muscle, with somewhat beady eyes, but most importantly, seemed totally into her. It wasn’t until later that she realized that he only dated Asians. And Mindy fit that stereotype well — petite, five feet tall, big eyes, tight body always tanned to a golden brown, with perky solid B breasts which looked great in a bikini. She liked to wear yoga pants which were so tight you could make out her cameltoe. It wasn’t necessarily on purpose; she liked the feel of yoga wear and she liked the attention she got from her male students as they ogled her forty-year-old body in class. For a middle-aged white guy, Prime seemed to have hit the jackpot.

But like all men, Prime always liked to push the envelope. That day, as soon as Mindy walked through the door, he had a request.

“Hey Mindy. Can you go to the Safeway and buy some steaks? John is coming over.”

“Uh, I don’t know how to do it. I’ve never bought steak before,” she said.

“It’s not hard — you can do it. And John is coming over and I have stuff to get ready.”

“I’d rather not, I don’t want to mess it up.”

Prime was just too lazy to do it, and he wanted Mindy to do his work for him.

“Just go. Call me if you have questions.” He patted her on the ass to send her off on her way then turned his back to her as if to end the conversation.

Mindy just stood there in partial disbelief but then picked up her purse and went out and slammed the door.

When she came back, Prime wasn’t alone. His buddy John was there and the two of them were drinking beers together. There were at least a half dozen empty Stella bottles on the coffee table.

Mindy appeared at the doorway, holding two heavy bags. She was sweating through her white T shirt, and one shoulder had come off, revealing a grey, lacy bra strap.

“Hi Honey. I think I got what you wanted. Oh, hi John. I didn’t know you were already here,” she said as she walked into the kitchen.

“Hi Mindy.” John got up, went to the kitchen, gave her a hug, then kissed her on the cheek. She wasn’t offended because she liked his attention, but he had never kissed before. It must have been the beer talking. He was Asian, about 5’10”, and well-built.

“I just came over for a drink,” John added. “You want help with the bags?”

“No, you’re sweet,” she said, giving her boyfriend the side-eye for not offering. She struggled to put the bags on the counter.

“Let me get that for you,” John said as he put the bags on the kitchen counter.

“It’s a scorcher in the South Bay. You should be in here enjoying the AC with us.”

“Yeah, well, someone wanted steak,” Mindy replied.

John then went back to the living room and sat back down.

“She went to get steak for you? Damn.” John asked as he picked up his beer.

“You know it. Asian women are the best.” Prime whispered. They clinked beers.

“Nice body too.” John whispered back with a mischievous grin.

“You don’t know the half of it.” he smirked back. “You may yet see.”

John looked at him funny.

“You’re drunk.”

“Maybe I am.” He just laughed.

“Come over and have a seat.” Prime called to her as he patted the seat on the couch between him and John.

“Let me put this stuff away first,” she said. “I don’t want the steak to get warm.”

She opened the fridge and began putting away the meat.

“Don’t worry about that now,” he said. “Come over and have a drink with us.”

“I’m all sweaty,” she protested.

“It’s ok. We like you like that,” van escort John said playfully. He looked over and gazed at her tits. He could make out her prominent nipples poking through the thin material of her sweat-soaked shirt.

“Just for a minute,” she said, and a minute later came into the living room. She bent over and gave Prime a kiss on the lips. Prime held her face in his hands and extended the kiss.

Soon, they were tonguing each other in front of their guest. Mindy wasn’t used to him being this explicit, especially in front of other people, but they had only been seeing each other for a short time. Looking over, she could see that John was surprised but if she wasn’t mistaken, he had suddenly also developed an arousing lump in his pants.

They broke off the kiss and Mindy found a spot on the couch between them.

“What are we watching?” she asked.

“Game of Thrones.”

John bent down and from the cooler at their feet, grabbed a bottle, opened it, and handed it to Mindy. She drained half of it in one go, while the guys watched her with her lips clasped firmly around the bottleneck.

“What?” she asked when she finished. “I was thirsty.”

“Nothing,” they said together, grinning.

A few minutes later, Prime put his hand on the inside of Mindy’s bare thigh. She didn’t seem to notice but was enraptured by the chaotic scene unfolding on the TV and leaned forward.

Behind her, Prime waited until he caught his friend’s attention and then arched his eyebrows.

John looked puzzled until Prime looked towards his hand and then back to John.

Understanding his intention, John hesitantly reached over and placed the back of his hand against her left thigh.

Mindy appeared not to notice so he turned his hand over so that the fingertips were touching her skin.

When she still hadn’t noticed, he slid his fingers over the top of her leg and let them rest on the other side of her thigh. Her tanned skin was smooth and warm.

Not wanting to be told to take his hand away, John left his hand there and didn’t try anything further.

He had a raging erection in his pants that he tried to conceal by putting a pillow over his groin.

When the episode ended, Mindy got up to use the bathroom.

“Dude, she’s hot,” John said when she was out of earshot.

“She is. A little brown fucking machine,” Prime replied. “While you had your hand on her thigh, I had my hands down her shorts. Soft and warm.”

Mindy came back into the living room.

“What were you guys talking about?” she asked innocently, as she plopped down on the couch between them.

“Whether there’s going to be more sex or violence in the next episode,” John laughed.

“If it’s John Snow, then I vote for sex,” Mindy said.

Prime turned towards her.

“You find him hot?”

“Sure!” she said enthusiastically.

“Hmmph.” he said.

“Oh don’t be jealous,” Mindy said as she kissed him. She closed her eyes.

Prime kissed her back but didn’t close his eyes. He looked at John again and made a hand motion.

John hesitated for a second but then reached over and put his right hand on Mindy’s ass. Again, she didn’t seem to notice.

Prime watched his friend feel up his girlfriend’s ass. They made eye contact and an understanding seemed to take place.

Without taking his hand off her ass, John got up, and stood behind Mindy. He then put both his hands on her waist.

Prime continued watching out of the corner of his eye but didn’t say anything.

But when Mindy felt his hands on her waist, she stopped kissing Prime, and tried to turn around. Prime reached down and caught her by the chest in his hands.

“I love your tits,” he said.

John placed both his hands on Mindy’s waist, then drew them up her sides until they rested just below her breasts. He then brought them back down and lightly caressed her cheeks over her beige shorts. By this time, he had moved forwards so that his hard-on, although still in his pants, was nestled between her ass cheeks.

She pushed against Prime.

“Uh, John…” she said. Her head was spinning a little bit from the beer.

“It’s ok, he’s just having some fun. He finds you hot.”

“It’s true. Is… this ok, Mindy?” John asked.

She turned her head and saw John dig his fingers into the sides of her shorts.

“You don’t mind a little massage, do you?” he asked.

She turned to Prime and asked, “Are you ok if he gives me a massage?”

Prime smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“Do what you want, baby,” he said as he reclined back into the sofa.

“Do you want me to stop, Mindy?” John asked.

She just looked at Prime; his face was blank and unrevealing.

When Mindy didn’t say anything, John interpreted her silence as a green light and moved his hands along the back of her shorts and dug his fingers in to feel her bare ass.

“Whoa. Commando? Oh no wait, is this a thong?”

“Kind of. It’s a samba.” she replied. “Thongs can be a little uncomfortable so yalova escort this is halfway between.”

“It feels…great.” John reached under and slid his hand between her legs.

Mindy opened her eyes wide and inhaled suddenly. She turned around and grabbed at his wrist.

“Omigod. I can’t believe this is happening.”

“Are you ok?” John asked her.

Mindy looked at Prime and he gave an almost imperceptible nod.

She looked at him harder but broke eye contact when John grazed her pussy with the index finger of his other hand.

“Are you… ok?” John asked.

“Uh,” she hesitated, feeling thoroughly confused.

Mindy turned around and faced John. She reached up and put her hands on his chest, but not to push him away. She felt his pecs under his shirt and was aroused. He bent down and grazed her cheek with his lips. His breath was warm and inviting.

She looked at Prime again who just sat on the sofa with a grin, just watching them and drinking his beer.

John took her hands and moved them inside his shirt, then down to his sides. He let them rest there for a few seconds then moved her hands down the front of his jeans.

Mindy liked the feel of his hard muscles, especially his six pack and the cum gutters that formed from his lats.

With her hands in his boxers, she looked at Prime one more time and raised an eyebrow, looking for any sign of resistance. He just leveled his eyes at her as he took another sip of his beer.

There was a flash of hurt on her face which she tried to disguise.

“He doesn’t care? Screw him then,” she thought to herself.

She unbuckled the top of John’s jeans and slid open the zipper.

She could feel Prime staring but she avoided his eyes and concentrated on the man in front of her.

The flaps opened widely and Mindy ran her hand up and down what felt like a very thick shaft over the thin material.

Out of the corner of her eyes, she could still see Prime watching her. He had his right hand down his pants and was stroking himself. The ever-present beer bottle was in his left.

You only live once, she said to herself, as she pulled down his boxers.

John’s dick sprang out, surprising her. It had a considerable girth to it. He was fully manscaped — smooth and hairless.

She sank to her knees and held his cock in her hands, turning it over, examining it, feeling it harden, all the while making constant eye contact with John.

“Is this a threesome?” she whispered softly to him while cupping his balls with her left hand.

“No, maybe-not yet,” John smiled at her mischievously. “Do you want it to be?”

“I don’t know — this is all new to me. Let’s see how this plays out. But I like your cock.”

As she spoke, John moved his pelvis to her face so that the head of his penis grazed her lips, leaving a thin trail of precum.

Mindy hesitated then opened her mouth wide and took the head of his member into her mouth.

John sighed, enthralled by the sensation of having this petite woman suck his cock. After a few seconds he began to sway his hips back and forth, sinking his cock further and further into her mouth. Mindy struggled with breathing while sucking his dick, then fell backwards onto the floor.

“Too big,” she gasped. “I’ve never had one that big before.”

“Are you ok?” he asked.

John took her by her hands and lifted her up to her knees again. He put his cock back into her mouth then placed his hands on her head and swayed gently. John put his hands inside her T-shirt and took her tits out of her bra one at a time, squeezing her nipples between his fingers.

Tears were coming out of Mindy’s eyes as she tried to accommodate John’s member. Although he tried not to look, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Prime on the couch with his back arched and jerking himself off. Mindy took a break and shifted back to a squatting position. She looked up and made eye contact with Prime, who suddenly stopped and stood up. He stepped out of his boxers and pants and came up behind her.

He bent down and whispered in her ear, “You like sucking his dick, don’t you?”

She turned around to face him.

“Maybe. It’s big. Bigger than yours.” Mindy said defiantly.

“You little slut,” he said. “You’ve always wanted his fat cock in your mouth.”

Mindy was stunned that he read her thoughts — she had never revealed this to him.

Prime lifted Mindy up then bent her hips forward.

“Whatever,” she thought and reached in front of her and grabbed John’s dick with both hands. She brought him again into her mouth and pleasured him.

Behind her, Prime reached around and unbuttoned her shorts. Grabbing the sides, he yanked her shorts down to her knees and moved her thong to the side, exposing her pussy.

“You little slut,” he said, “You’re so wet I can see your pussy glisten. You love sucking his cock.” He wiped the side of his hand against her cleft.

Then he took his hand and positioned his cock at her pussy.

Mindy ignored him and çorlu escort kept sucking John’s dick.

Prime, in a fit of anger, penetrated her with one violent thrust.

“Hmm!!!” Her scream was muffled by John’s cock.

“You like his dick, don’t you? Say it!” Prime demanded as he thrust violently into her, again and again.

Mindy closed her eyes and opened her mouth, letting out small moans of pleasure and desire.

Prime kept hammering at her pussy until the effects of the beer and his own tendency to prematurely ejaculate brought him to the precipice.

“Mindy, omigod!” Prime screamed as he reared his head back and ejaculated into her.

When his body had finished convulsing, he spanked her ass and then pulled his dick out of her with a slurping sound. A big glob of cum hit the carpet with a dull thud. Prime collapsed back on the couch — spent.

For Mindy, this was typical sex with Prime. He finished early and left her unsatisfied. His cunnilingus skills were…terrible. At first she thought it was the first date jitters but none of the other guys she let fuck her had finished without her climaxing or at least close to orgasm. But this time she had a ready outlet right in front of her.

She took her mouth off John’s dick and stood up on her tiptoes, kissing him hard, feeling the inside of his mouth with her tongue. The knowledge of tasting the tongue that had just been on his dick made John even harder. He bent over and kissed her perfect tits, rimming his tongue over the edges of them, then bit down softly on her long dark brown nipples. There was a bright, distinct tan line on either side of each nipple. He imagined that she wore a skimpy black bikini top and a bottom that showed the ridges of her pussy. She moved his head down as he did this and soon he was at the level of her navel. She pushed his head lower.

He stopped her.

“No, I’m not going downtown,” John protested. “He just came in you.”

“He wore a condom,” Mindy lied.

“Still.”

“Well, you’re going to have to if you want to fuck me,” she whispered seductively. “And I know you want to fuck me.” She stared at him unflinchingly and grabbed his shaft with one hand while rubbing her through her thong with the other.

Now it was John’s turn to hesitate and he looked over at Prime, who was already curled up in the fetal position and fast asleep on the couch, snoring loudly.

“I’ll probably only get one chance at this,” John thought.

John bent over and whispered in her ear, “Ok, I’ll do it. I’ll eat out your pussy but then Mindy, I AM going to fuck the shit out of you.”

Mindy smirked at him as if ready to accept his challenge.

He kissed her tits and sucked hard on her nipples. He then moved down slowly, kissing her flat stomach, down to her shaven mons. John moved the thong over and looked down past her shaven cunt; her juices were still oozing and bubbling out of her pussy. He hesitated again but Mindy put her hands on his head and beckoned him in. He took a deep breath, opened his mouth, and licked at her labia. After getting over his initial revulsion, he began to lick and suck at her labia.

“Don’t stop… keep going… eat me…” Mindy moaned, pushing his head further into her crotch. She delighted in knowing that John was eating a mix of her juices, but it was mostly Prime’s cum.

After a few minutes, Mindy’s body began to stiffen then convulse as she orgasmed. “I’m coming! I’m coming! Shit! Shit!” At her peak, she squirted fluid into John’s face, a mix of cum and pussy juice.

She flopped down to the couch next to Prime.

John wiped his face off with his hand and tasted it — slightly musky. And sticky.

He sat down next to Mindy and began playing with her tits.

“Later, okay?” she mumbled. “I’m exhausted.”

“The hell with that,” John said, as he pulled her towards himself.

Her lithe body was like a rag doll in his hands, and he reached down and ripped her thong off her legs. Then he grabbed his massive cock and positioned it at the entrance of her cunt. Ready or not…

Mindy’s eyes went big as she felt his member suddenly enter her. Wet as she was, and already dilated by Prime’s dick, there was still considerable pain at the stretching. There was no time to adapt – John had already started thrusting into her. He drove himself into her up to the hilt, then back out again – but carefully, so as not to let the cockhead get pushed out by her pussy. Mindy grabbed a pillow and put it over her face to muffle her screaming.

But after a few minutes, the pain began to subside. Mindy started to like the pain his cock delivered with each violent thrust. She also started to adapt to his size. In truth, she liked having her tight vault stretched. Mindy took her face off the pillow.

“Fuck you’re good,” she said between thrusts.

“I told you I’d fuck the shit out of you,” John grunted as he kept hammering away.

Then he reached up and pushed her body forward so she was supporting her weight with her hands on the couch. He re-entered her from the back, thrusting with wild abandon, while grabbing her tits from behind. Mindy liked having her nipples squeezed.

“Enjoying yourselves?”

They both looked up and saw Prime lying next to them, still in the fetal position. His eyes were half-lidded

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I just woke up from a very arousing dream… This has a few more details filled in than that though! I’m an Aussie and use Australian spelling and potentially some colloquialisms. Enjoy.

I’d been in the airbnb for about a week, my girlfriend of forever Carrie and I had been sharing the two-bedroom place as we holidayed up north in Surfer’s Paradise in the middle of February. But our funds were getting low and University would be recommencing in a fortnight, we were going to have to go back to Victoria in a couple of days.

Unlike Carrie, I’d been making the most of my time swimming, SUPing, learning to surf or going for walks and reading. Carrie had been making the most of her time by “sampling the locals… cuisine and culture” as she put it, needless to say, her room had mostly gone unused except when she knew I was going to be out, or when she obliged me with ‘girl’s nights’.

I love Carrie. We’d been inseparable since Year 7 and I can’t believe it looking back. We’re so close, yet we’re chalk and cheese – I being the chalk: studious, sensible and plain, while Carrie was the cheese: adored by all, the life of the party, and dare I say it, pretty tasty.

Now relax you hound dogs! I don’t mean like that, Carrie is basically my sister. I just mean she is literally impossible not to love. Maybe it reflects our families, hers big and boistros, and mine, well, actually it’s just me now since Mum passed in 2012 from a tumor and Dad in 2020, a heart attack in the end… But my family had always been close, “the three musketeers” Dad called us. Maybe it helped that Carrie was drop-dead gorgeous. The kind of girl everyone pictures when they hear the words “most beautiful woman ever”.

Carrie had an active sex life and wasn’t shy in sharing, in fact she was trying to have me adopt an alter-ego when we’d go out clubbing, “Samara” instead gebze escort of bookish Samantha… either way; to me, I was just Sam. Carrie meant well though as she knew about my desires to be dominated and exposed. Truth or dare in our teen years got pretty real and I could never keep things from her since!

…

I was hanging out the sunny reading nook, engrossed in “The Tempest” for the fifth time and listening to the waves crash outside at our Airbnb, Carrie doing who knows what that afternoon when I heard a man’s voice, muffled, but it sounded something like “Come on you dirty slut, get started already” I stopped my reading, setting down my beloved Shakespeare and closing my legs as Act 3 was just getting steamy (Miranda and Ferdinand get me every time!)

Walking around the two-bedroom apartment I thought maybe Carrie was home, and with a gentleman, but her room was empty. I heard another sound like a chair scraping and was drawn back to the dining/kitchen/living all encompassing space where my beloved reading nook was centred. No chairs had been moved, I know I’m the sensible one, but I was considering I might be being haunted by a rather horny poltergeist. This didn’t seem to be the case.

Suddenly a chopper (helicopter for those who haven’t seen Arnie’s classic flic), flew by outside and the reflection caught something fishy nearby the TV, as I went to investigate I realised I was staring at a camera.

“Shit” I heard, as I gasped and threw out my hand to cover the lens, realising there must be two-way audio connectivity to this system, I understood I was certainly listening to my voyeur who muttered something which sounded like “far-” and then a prompt silence.

I was gobsmacked, and more than a little aroused as my nipples now strained against the confines of my bra and button-up, my pussy beneath gümüşhane escort my sensible skirt now sultry and begging to be further explored.

I was in a bind, I could either let my inhibitions go and enjoy myself, or I could report my Airbnb host for clearly violating the law – both to Airbnb and to the police… I knew which one Carrie would push for: I could practically hear her “Yaass! Samara! My naughty lil’ slut has returned!”

I decided to be Sam, outright me and a constant of both. I grabbed the TV remote, this whole time my hand still covering the camera, and replaced it with the remote, in what I hoped would seem like I thought I’d foiled my pervert’s plans, but would hopefully still give him viewing pleasure, and me some “being viewed” pleasure! Picking back up “The Tempest”, I returned to my reading nook, dropping my lacy panties from beneath my knee-length skirt before sitting down, partially opening my legs and leaning my head back against the window, my modesty still observed by my long skirt but pussy now perfuming the room.

I text Carrie: Let me know when you’re on your way back, Samara says hi 😉

Carrie text back, almost immediately: Get it gurl! Luv u. Let’s hit up bars tonite! Don’t worry ill knock first 😘

Satisfied that my girlfriend and her most recent victim wouldn’t walk in and find me, (as hot as that could be, I wasn’t ready to fully embrace Samara yet!) I let out a little moan as my fingers walked their way beneath the long hem of my skirt… With one hand holding my book so that I could still see the camera, my other hand began to roam my delicate folds, coaxing my nectar with their exploration.

Suddenly, I heard the male voice again

“Oh yes! Who’s Daddy’s good little straight A tart?”

I heard a zipper and what sounded like a shaft beginning izmir escort to be stroked. I was emboldened, I flipped my skirt up as I had so many times before in the days since we’d been here, but for the first time aware and excited that I was being enjoyed and observed by person/s(?!) unknown!

My fingers found their way inside my now sopping tunnel, and I straight up tore my shirt from my body, exposing my desperate pencil tip nipples in my matching lacy bra- the discarded panties of which were now hidden beneath my ruined button-up. “The Tempest” now forgotten, I had become a temptress, a vixen of longing and insurmountable lust. I was completely lost in the throes of passion, so lost I hadn’t realised I’d been screaming:

“Fucking use me! Make me your cum-dumpster, I am your slave and I’ll do whatever you command!”

“Yes you fucking will you little whore Sam. You’ll do exactly what I say”

?! What. The. Hell?!

I was shocked, but too far gone to realise I’d been played, somehow he knew my most base, decrepit thoughts and desires, nay, needs!

I came, so hard my liquid soaked the carpet, gushing everywhere and the smell of me was inescapable.

I must have passed out, when I came to, it was dark and I was shivering, goosebumps covered my skin and my hair was plastered to my face, damp from sweat and apparently drool, my pussy still lay exposed, excepting my hands – my left of which was dangling over one leg, while my right was still half hanging onto, or I guess, out of, my soggy pussy.

I heard slow clapping, perhaps the sound which had roused me from my stupor. I began to rearrange myself, intending on heading to the shower and cleaning up when I heard:

“University special, you meet me tonight and you girls have a second week on the house!”

…

I pondered, I wish I could say for a few seconds, but really, it was more like one. I decided it might be time to let Samara take over. I grinned, considering telling Carrie her dream to ‘Paradise (as she shortened it to), might not have to be so fleeting…

…

To be continued, or is it?

Dear readers, you decide.

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