Strip-Off – Chaos! Pt. 02

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Arrow, having finished introducing the contestants for Season Two of Strip-Off, began explaining the very first challenge.

“The first challenge iiiiis… the Bondage Battle! The randomly chosen teams will be up onscreen.”

The large screen suspended above the stage lit up, displaying the pairings: Pup was with Isabelle, and Lilith was with Maya.

Lilith sighed. “I guess it was too much to hope to be paired with my girlfriend…”

Arrow shrugged. “Hey, being on the same team doesn’t necessarily mean that you’re gonna be doing sexy things with your partner. For example: in this challenge, each team picks a dom and a sub. The dom of each team ties up the sub of the other team using these instruments in any way they like. They have five minutes to do so!” Arrow pointed towards a table, with various lengths of rope, chains, leather harnesses, and other assorted sex toys laid out before them. “The sub that manages to break free first wins! Oh, and orgasms add a 30-second penalty to your total time each.”

Lilith grinned. “Oh! I tie up Isabelle all the time! I’ll be the dom.”

Isabelle paled. “Pup? I’m gonna have to be the dom. My girlfriend knows EXACTLY how to tie me up to… um…” She blushed. “Uh… she knows what I like…”

Pup winked. “I gotcha. Let’s do this! I’ll be the sub.”

Maya laughed. “Ha! I’m getting tied up by Isabelle? Pfft.”

Lilith cautioned her: “Hey, don’t underestimate her- though she is submissive, she DOES know how to tie knots VERY well. Especially since I taught her a few.”

Arrow waved their hand at the contestants. “Helloooo? Are we starting any time soon? Less talking, more humiliating! Chop chop!”

The contestants took their places- Pup and Maya were kneeling at the front of the stage, with Lilith and Isabelle standing behind them. Arrow raised a novelty dildo high up in the air. “Now, most people start off races and challenges and stuff with a gun firing blanks, but as some of you know from last season, we here at Strip-Off like sticking to a theme. Ready, set, GO!”

As soon as Arrow yelled “GO”, the dildo ejaculated, sending white fluid high into the air and covering the competitors. A loud, female moan echoed through the room. Lilith and Isabelle ran towards the back tables to get as many items as they could carry.

Isabelle came back first, being a bit quicker on her feet and able to carry more than Lilith. Maya snorted when she saw her. “Do your best, ya sissy!”

Isabelle first pinned her arms behind her back- Maya was surprised at how firm her grip was. She squirmed a bit, but Arrow reminded her: “You must stay still and let the dom tie you up however she wants for five minutes, or else there will be a penalty!” Maya cursed as Isabelle tied up her hands with some red rope, then proceeded to tie her arms to her ankles, forcing her to arch her back and push her tits out towards the audience.

At this point, the audience was cheering: “TIE THEM UP! TIE THEM UP!” Lilith walked over to otele gelen escort Pup at a seemingly leisurely pace, unlike Isabelle, who was quickly and methodically tying up Maya.

Pup giggled. “Hey, don’t you wanna hurry up? Your girlfriend over there is already ahead.”

Lilith grinned evilly. “She’s not usually the one tying people up, so she doesn’t know this- part of the bondage experience is the anticipation.”

Pup’s eyes widened as Lilith spread out an array of sex toys before her- vibrators, nipple clamps, rope, a blindfold, even a mouth gag. She stuttered a bit. “Ah… you know, those aren’t gonna stop me from escaping, right?”

Lilith laughed. “Hm? Escaping? Awww… how cute. You think you can escape me?”

Lilith began tying Pup up. She applied the blindfold first, then the rope. She took her time tying an intricate harness around Pup before threading a rope through her crotch, being sure it was tightly hugging her pussy. She then commanded Pup to stand up as she attached a spreader bar, which had an easily-openable latch on it rather than a lock. She then applied the finishing touches- the gag, the nipple clamps, and a vibrator attached to a belt. She was used to Isabelle’s large frame, so the harness that she tied actually had some slack in it. At least the rope tying the hands and the

Time was almost up- and although Isabelle had tied Maya up exceptionally well, she realized she hadn’t really added any sex toys that would make her orgasm. She picked up a vibrator and began to attach it to the disgruntled contestant when Lilith called out. “I bet you wish I was tying you up, huh?”

Isabelle looked up, surprised to hear her girlfriend’s voice all of a sudden. She saw Pup moaning and gasping as Lilith was turning on her various sex toys and tugging on her harness, making her crotch rope dig into her suit and her pussy. Isabelle blushed a bit, imagining herself in that situation…

“Time’s up! Doms, hands off the subs!”

Isabelle snapped out of her daydream. Lilith’s distraction had burned ten seconds, thus sparing Maya the need to withstand a vibrator. Maya grinned. “Thanks, partner!” Lilith nodded. “No problem, Maya. Now, as for you, naughty Pup, let’s see if you can escape like you said you would, hmm…?”

Pup moaned through her gag and wiggled her hips, the clamps tugging at her nipples painfully through her suit. She could still move her fingers, and being double-jointed, she was able to just start tugging at her wrist bonds with her fingers. But Lilith, being careful not to touch Pup, leaned in close into her ear and whispered.

“Hey, Pup… admit it. You’re enjoying it, aren’t you?”

Pup flinched, which made her lose balance a bit. Lilith continued whispering in her ear. “You like being tied up and horny in front of all your fans? You’re all wet down there… You’re shaking your hips, and turning bright red… oh, you LIKE being tied up in public, don’t you, you exhibitionist rus escort pervert?”

Pup lost balance completely, and thanks to the spreader bar between her legs, she fell over onto her butt, all but forgetting about undoing her knots. The audience cheered- they had a direct view of her wet crotch now.

“Look, the audience is cheering… oh, but I guess you can’t look, huh? You can’t even protest or struggle…”

Pup let out a large “MMMPH!” and whimpered into her gag as she came. Arrow tapped on their smartwatch. “That’s one thirty-second penalty for Pup. Let’s see how Maya is doing.”

Arrow turned to Maya, who was still on her knees with her back arched. She was whistling a random tune, casually watching and chuckling at Pup.

Arrow scratched their head. “Uh. Maya. You realize you’re supposed to try to escape?”

Maya shrugged. “Well, I TRIED. I can’t even REACH the knots she tied me up with, let alone UNDO them. I can’t move anything besides my neck here. May as well watch the show. Good thing this idiot got too distracted to strap a vibrator onto my crotch.” Isabelle blushed again, also watching the show, still reminded of her momentary daydream.

Arrow sighed. “I guess that means Isabelle and Pup will win, as soon as Pup escapes…”

Pup moaned again, giving in to another orgasm. Arrow tapped on their watch, then tapped again as the suit began registering continuous orgasms. Pup was convulsing now, screaming into her gag with pleasure, and Lilith just looked on with a satisfied grin at her handiwork.

Arrow threw their hands up. “Screw this, she’s racked up like 20 penalties already. I didn’t expect to have two ladies experienced in bondage play tie up the game, pun intended. You know what? I’ll leave you two there for ten more minutes for the audience to enjoy, and then we’ll switch roles, try breaking the tie that way. Usually, I’d just strip one suit piece off of everyone, but it’s boring to end the first episode with a tie, so…”

The audience fapped furiously to the sight of Pup rolling around, the harness pulling at her crotch tightly, the vibrator and nipple clamps making her gasp and whimper into her gag pathetically. Her pussy was dripping through her suit, a fact emphasized by her spreader bar. Her squirming was absolutely useless- she had orgasm after orgasm until even Arrow stopped bothering to count.

Finally, the ten minutes ended. Two men whom Arrow introduced as “our bondage safety experts” came in to untie the two contestants. Pup was untied easily, with her rope harness being a bit loose for her smaller frame. The other expert struggled with Isabella’s industrial-grade knots until they gave up and simply cut through the rope with the emergency scissors they kept on hand.

Pup breathed a sigh of relief when she was freed from her vibrator. “Whew… that was… oh… man…” She wobbled a bit as she stood up.

Maya clapped her hands. “Ha! This will be easy. Time to özbek escort tie you up, Isabelle!”

Arrow took out the novelty dildo again and fired it. This time, it was Maya and Pup who raced to the prop table to gather their items of choice.

Pup’s hands were shaking, and she was really tired from cumming repeatedly earlier. She barely managed to tie Lilith’s hands loosely and strapped a vibrator onto her before falling asleep. Meanwhile, Maya did a decent job for an amateur, tying Isabelle up into a frog tie and tying her arms behind her back. She completed it with a vibrator tied to her thigh.

Arrow declared that time was up. Lilith knew that she would easily be able to untie her bonds, but looking over at Isabelle, she felt a bit… hot, seeing her tied up by another girl. She shook her head, regaining control of herself- she quickly undid her bonds and removed the vibrator from her crotch, before it even so much as made her moan.

Arrow said, “Well, THAT was easy. Pup and Isabelle lose! Wait, Lilith, what are you doing?”

Lilith pushed the vibrating wand to her crotch and watched Isabelle squirm, trying to close her legs despite her bonds preventing her from doing so. Her legs were spread wide open, revealing her wet crotch being tormented by the vibrator. Ungagged, she was gasping and panting, begging to be released.

Arrow laughed. “Yes, yes, your girlfriend is very cute, but we need to untie her…”

Lilith moaned, her sense of reason having overtaken her. “Please… I’m so close… I want to masturbate to my cute helpless girlfriend for a little longer…!”

Arrow shrugged. “I’ll let you- for a penalty.”

Isabelle’s eyes widened. “Please, Lilith, please just let me go, you can tie me up and fuck me when we get home, please, don’t masturbate to me in front of everyone, I’m so embarrassed…!”

Isabelle’s panting and pleading just made Lilith hornier. “I’ll take the penalty.”

Arrow clicked a remote, and the piece of suit covering Lilith’s arms fell off. She began fingering her clit and turned her vibrator up to its highest setting as she continued to gasp and moan, staring at her girlfriend’s dirtied crotch.

Finally, Lilith felt herself begin to cum. “Isabelle. Cum with me! Now!”

Isabelle gasped, involuntarily obeying Lilith’s command as she came together with her. Lilith walked over to her and gave her a kiss. “Good girl,” she said, smiling. Isabelle blushed. “Each suit piece is worth $100k at the end, you dummy…” Lilith shrugged. “Oops…?”

As the bondage experts began to untie Isabelle, Arrow turned to the audience. “Ah, right. I almost forgot. The losers lose two pieces of clothing each!”

Isabelle blushed a bit as her legs and arms were suddenly revealed, her skin-tight full-body suit no longer fully covering her body. The same happened to Pup, who groggily woke up from her orgasm-induced nap. She jumped a bit when she realized she was wearing what was basically a leotard now, but she didn’t mind- she grinned and ate up the attention from the audience, twirling to give them a better view and blowing them kisses. The audience happily took in her exposed thighs and round shoulders.

Arrow turned to the camera. “That’s it for the first challenge! See you next time on Strip-Off: Season Two!”

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Starting from Scratch Ep. 021: ZERO G

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Dakota McKellen was still brooding while in Roger Dundee’s Science class. Masking her opened cleavage when he looked her way was easy enough to do, she had managed it most of the day. In her clouded thoughts however she tended to lapse in her judgment and sit back lost to the world. In those lengthy moments boys and girls in her class noticed and thrilled at her brazen act. Some of the boys around her had been in attendance outside to see Dakota’s mother in her wet- t-shirt exhibition alongside Piper Cherry. While tempted to discuss the events all of them found it better to keep things quiet and unrelated. None of them wanted to create problems and risk losing out on future such shows. The thing that nagged most of them was Dakota herself. Was she a part of her Mother’s new persona? Was this just Dakota’s own way of evolving into what she herself wanted? For now they were content to witness the beautiful side glimpses at Dakota’s breasts, boners all around her easy enough to see.

While Roger Dundee taught his class the dynamics of Gravity he wandered the room sharing his knowledge. At one point spotting Dakota’s opened shirt he paused and acted as if he forgot where he was going with his lesson. Turning away he left her be, he was a man, he wanted to keep that shirt open as long as possible too. Of course, that meant he might need to head back to his desk and sit down just to avoid his own gravitational stimulations. For the time being he continued to prowl. Within his class it seemed more female students than male dominated his curriculum choice. That loosened his libido, being a stud all his life he rather enjoyed being the center of attention himself, so what Dakota was doing was certainly relatable.

One thing he noticed in making his rounds was that the boys were glued to Dakota, the girls glued to Roger himself. With teams divided he seemed to prefer not hiding behind his desk for safety. A huge swell in his slacks having already been bolstered thinking of Piper Cherry, earlier resting in his lap managed to keep him well endowed. One show off to another he thought.

Going so far as to ask questions of his class about gravity he picked and chose all girls to keep their focus primarily on him. Ignoring the young men of his class to give them time to ogle Dakota he played the field. Stepping to certain young ladies he himself found appealing, mainly cheerleaders whom he knew had reputations as it was, he hovered next to each one that was forced to answer a question. Just observing their eyes and expression he knew they were amazed by his erection. Even he could have a bit of fun.

While Roger made his rounds a number of boys just had to seek mischief. Secret notes being passed to Dakota was becoming an unexpected treat for her. Reading one said note it said, “I think I’m in love with you.” She grinned and looked to the boy to her right and blushed. Another note from her left side said, “You are so much hotter than your Mom.” That made her bulge her eyes. Having stressed over her mother getting so much attention over the years she found that particular note refreshing. It made her sit up straight and toy with her shirt collar. A third note swoops in reading, “Show us your tits.” That one made her edgy, still a virgin and rather awkward around boys as it was it took every bit of courage just to keep her shirt unbuttoned. Showing them off in a narrow gap was hardly flashing in her mind. Maybe she was going too far she panicked. Gripping her shirt she closed it tightly and peered around. There were so many boys looking disappointed it made her uneasy. Did they really want to see her that badly?

“Dakota?” Mister Dundee called out, “Can you define gravity?” He kept it simple.

“Ummm? Things go up they must come…down?”

“Isaac Newton. Good. Go on…”

“Gravity is the force that attracts a body toward the center of the earth, or toward any other physical body having mass.”

“I got mass.” A boy chuckled tugging at his jeans waist, and patting his oversized belly, “Thanks Dakota.” It was a huge African American jock named Calvin that found it funny.

“Don’t you mean mess not mass?” Another jested.

“I’m attracted to…”

“That’s enough.” Roger saved her from verbal abuse. She sank in her chair releasing her shirt to fan open a bit again. Roger looking directly at her merely smiled, “Well done! Don’t let your critics weigh you down.”

“Okay!” She mumbled. “Was that another gravity joke?”

“How is that fair? She’s increasing the gravity field around her.” A boy challenged.

“How is that Jerome?”

“Everyone in this room is rising like the sun.”

“Revolving around her.” Calvin chuckled, “All good Dakota.”

“Calm down people. Let’s change the topic and discuss Einstein’s theory of relativity as it applies to gravity. Care to try that one Miss McKellen?”

” Sure! Einstein’s general theory of relativity was the first to treat gravity as a distortion of space-time, the “fabric” that physically embodies the universe.”

“That fabric you’re eyüp escort wearing sure physically embodies my universe.” Jerry Newell chuckles behind her.

“Punyverse.” Linda Gaines uses her fingers to share his penis size as an inch tops. Laughter rang through the class making Dakota giggle extra hard, her titties dancing uncontrollable as she sits back. Silence stared straight at her. In her slouch her shirt fanned far wider than she predicted offering a much more thrilling visual. Noticing their eyes she lowers her chin to see her 34B’s like tiny mountains.

“Oops!” She sits up straight beet red and hides her laughter.

“Alright you goofballs, zip it.” Roger chuckled.

“Just don’t button it.” Calvin had to blurt out.

Roger rolled his eyes and patted Dakota on the shoulder to let her know it was time to close up shop. She buttoned three buttons but left the rest open. As soon as the bell rang she unbuttoned them again and followed the class out of the room. She did keep the notes, not about science though.

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Piper Cherry wandered the school still avoiding Carl Manley’s office. Heading to the gym she watched Roman Crandell monitoring a series of laps with whistle to his lips. Seeing him share half court with Ruth Dunbar the girls athletic coach Piper made the journey to her side. Waving at Sable McKellen playing volleyball on her half of the court with other girls, the girl brightened up to her demise. The volleyball hit her right in the back making other girls bust up laughing. Luckily Sable was in a good mood and overlooked her dilemma.

“That’s enough Vixen’s.” Ruth’s pet name for her girls throughout the years. “Keep your eyes on the ball McKellen.”

“NOT ME!” Piper yelled back, “That’s their job.” A point toward the boys side of the court made a few of the circling rodents trip over their feet to gander at sexy Piper Cherry. Even Coach Crandell had to laugh.

“Are you sure you’re a Counsellor?” Ruth shook her head.

“First time for everything Ruth. I would have brought my whistle that you gave me but Carl locked me out of my office and made me mingle. No shoes even, the slave driver.”

“Sounds about right. What can I do for you Miss Cherry?”

“Robin mentioned earlier that there was a scheduled cheerleading practice. I was unaware it was starting on my first day.”

“I heard. Robin gave me the head’s up. My fault I suppose. I guess I wanted to wait and see if you actually showed up your first day.”

“You doubted my sincerity?”

“Not your sincerity, your approach. Look at yourself woman, you dress like a street walker.”

“Well, I do cross a street when I come to it. Bridges too. What I wear doesn’t have any bearing on my abilities to teach or counsel. Carl doesn’t seem to object so far.”

“Of course he doesn’t. You ever think he’s testing you?”

“Flying colors I say. He used to be a drill instructor right? Red, white, and blue that’s me. I love when men salute me.”

“Uh huh! I saw how you did somersaults last Friday. You’re pretty limber.”

“Very! I won’t go into detail.”

“Good I don’t wanna know. This year is my last tour of duty, whoever Carl and the board appoint as gym teacher after I’m gone is on them. I figure after seeing you cartwheeling like a pro you might as well take on the responsibility. Word of advice?”

“Absolutely I’m all ears.”

“Don’t wear dresses like that when you’re working with the girls. You lost your shit if my eyes were working properly. Underwear or not it’s a bad influence. Looking at you right now?”

“Advice taken. No offense Ruth but I’ll instruct how I want. The Swallow Girls are in good hands.”

“Yeah I know.” She growls, “I get embarrassed every time I hear the team name too.”

“Not very threatening to the opposing team for sure. By the way what is Horton-Dexter’s record?”

“1 in 4 this year. Angus Furlong saved the day against Marietta Deville.”

“Marietta Deville? It sounds like Horton-Dexter played against a New Orleans brothel.”

“Close enough. Marietta has one hell of a rep.”

“Anyone say Ref?” Roman stepped up.

“Clean your ears out Crandell.” Ruth grimaced, “This is lady talk, you just go push your cock flock and leave us to it.”

“Yeah Roman, get the flock out of here. Bitches talkin’.”

“Excuse me?” Ruth poised a brow as Roman rolled his eyes and turned tail. Ruth chuckled, “Got that right. I’m old but I know I’m a bitch.”

“Glad you and I have something in common, besides cheerleading.”

“Moves like yours you must have background.”

“I do. Professional even. Can you keep a secret?”

“This close to my grave? Why not.”

“Atlanta Falcon’s three full seasons.”

“No wonder you dress like a floosy.”

“Awww! That’s so sweet of you. Okay, what do I need to know about the girls?”

“None of them are virgins.” Ruth chuckles, “Blame the jock straps.”

“Well, sad to say we both know how young students in High School start. No amount of upbringing şişli escort prevents curiosity. Trust me you may not see it in me now but I was raised in a very tight grip. My parents are very wealthy, influential people, with that comes expectations. I did my best but even I slipped at a young age.”

“What do your parents do?”

“Still keep a secret?”

“Better than these kids do.”

“Oh?” Piper instantly worried that what she instigated out by the fountain earlier had already spread to the faculty.

“Just saying. Haven’t heard anything, not even a peep about you losing your dress Friday after somersaulting. I saw it like a couple dozen students, yet not a peep. In your favor I guess.”

“You didn’t report it to Carl or the board?”

“Naaaa! While I strongly advise against being too open it’s your life Counsellor. Just…be careful.”

“Thank you Ruth.” She smiles warmly, “May I?” A hug suggested Ruth frowns but accepts her gesture. “Can I miss you already?”

“As long as you don’t start writing my eulogy.”

“Long live Queen Ruth.”

“Damn right Floosy.”

“Fill me in about the girls. Robin is lead correct?”

“Bossy bitch but worth the rank. She keeps the little sluts in line. I’m not even going to apologize for my name calling, it’s a known fact. Anyways, Tina Wiles, her secondary if Robin should get sick is our second best gymnast. That’s her over there playing volleyball, the Hooters girl in training.”

“Chesty! She can serve me more than a volleyball.” Piper chuckled, “My table that is. She reminds me of Selena Gomez now that I look at her.”

“Your tab. Whoever that Gomez girl is I hope she keeps her pants on better than Tina.”

“Bieber’s Beaver? Doubtful.” Piper laughed, “Don’t ask they broke up anyway.”

“Let’s see here. Octavia Kinner to Tina’s left is the loudest of the cheering section. Lungs from hell.” Ruth points out an extremely busty black girl that was stunning in a Rihanna kind of way.

“Bigger than Tina’s? Yep, way bigger.”

“Vocal cords. Get your brain out of your assets Cherry.”

“Sorry! Hard to miss. Nice…Octave Octavia.”

“Pretty good singer actually. She does YouTube videos.”

“I’ll look her up. What else?”

“Their pyramid’s get rocky. They’re a strong bunch of gals but once it reaches the top they can’t support anymore weight. We really need a lighter girl to pardon the pun…cherry on top.”

“I have just the girl.” Piper winked and pointed at a certain volleyball target swaying her hips ready to bolt for the ball.

“Sable McKellen? I heard you wanted to induct her into the squad. You do realize she’s clumsy as all get out right?”

“I can work on that. Sable’s probably a 100 pounds wet like her sister.”

“Maybe Dakota is your best bet. She’s not clumsy.”

“No. I want Sable to find a confidence that she’s missing. Like I said just let me worry about her.”

“Personally I think she just feels out of place in the world. Wearing braces doesn’t help her self esteem.”

“If I remember correctly Josie said those come out here soon, next week I think. Maybe she will toughen up once people start complimenting her.”

“Maybe! All yours Counsellor. You seem to know what you’re doing.”

“I believe in myself.”

“You never finished telling me what your parents do. Our secret.”

“Ever hear of Lane Cherry?”

“Sounds familiar.”

“Senator Lane Cherry, help any?”

“Georgia?”

“Puts the peach in impeach.” She chuckles, “Got trumped.”

“Drum roll please.” Ruth laughed. “Wow! That’s impressive. Hold up…that means you were…” Ruth bites her tongue but stares with concern.

“Married to a cold blooded killer? It does. We’re no longer married. It’s why I relocated to Nashville, to get away from the bad memories. I know it sounds terrible Ruth, but I saw Davon as a good man up until his admission of guilt. I never ever knew his dark side. He treated me well, was incredible in bed, and spoiled me rotten. That’s why I named the puppy he gave me Rotten too.”

“That’s your life Counsellor. I…have faith in you.”

“Thank you Ruth.” Piper pouts with respect, “That mean’s more than you know.” Another hug this one not requested makes Ruth smile. A brisk rub to Piper’s back finalized a friendship. “So, I guess tomorrow is going to be a long day. Carl stuck me with 4:00 Detentions too. I guess that was before you passing the whistle my way.”

“I usually meet with the squad at 4:00. It’s totally up to you how you prioritize. The girls will work with your schedule I’m sure. They’re all Daddy’s girls so none of them work part time jobs.”

“Is there a free period…darn…they all have classes that won’t coincide with one another I’m sure.” Piper fidgets her lips from side to side, “I’ll figure it out. I’ll let you go Ruth, I just wanted to touch base.”

Rubbing Ruth on the shoulder a bit Piper stepped away, moving across the sidelines toward Coach Roman Crandell leaning on a wall bored watching his boys tire out.

“What’s taksim escort up Big Wick?”

“Big Wick! You’re hilarious. Pretty insane you walking in on me and Josie earlier. Love your easy going attitude.”

“I can see what Josie sees in you. In her for that matter.” She slyly pats his dick. He chuckled and glanced around for peepers. Luckily they were all eying her ass more than her hand.

“Jealous?”

“Nope! Just giving you a harder time.” She flips her tongue out at him, “I love my girl, I won’t step on her toes. Besides, I have my eyes on a certain Science guy.”

“Oh yeah? Bill Nye available?”

“Noooo! Handsome Roger.”

“Dundee? Every girl in this school makes googly eyes his way. Take a number.”

“Ah, Roman, you underestimate my ability to cut in line.” Playfully she tugs her dress cleavage down for him to peruse with a grin. “See? This line,” A casual hint at her cleavage…then slyly lifts her skirt up in back to show off a short glimpse of her lower ass, “…and this line. They get me through every time.” A pivot in step she hikes her skirt up to share in her butt cracks lay line even further just to make him cock and eyebrow. Boys seeing her swift routine found a flutter of flirty fingers turned on them. More boys collided with one another exhaustedly. Dropping her skirt she leered over her shoulder, “Make them tow their own line John Wick. Some of them watched me eat my dog earlier.” Roman Crandell just shook his head, he had never seen the movie to catch her dog reference.

“Jesus! Hurry up 3:30. I need me some Josie.”

Wiggling her fine self away she reached the door to the gymnasium when she found herself swarmed by cheerleaders. Robin leading the way found it in her to abandon the volleyball court with her entourage before Piper could leave. Hugging her from all sides they pelted her with compliments. What got her most was their, “We can’t wait to work with you Miss Cherry.” She felt honored that they seemed so eager to learn.

“Same here Ladies. I have some really interesting ideas on how best to Swallow.” She laughed, “You know what I mean.”

“We all swallow.” Tina Wiles laughed, “It’s who we are.”

“So I’ve heard.” Piper wags her tongue giggling. “Listen while I have you guys…girls…here I need to figure out when we can all meet. Principal Manley assigned me Detention duty every day at 4:00 when Ruth normally gets you ladies together. I either need to persuade Carl into appointing someone else as Gatekeeper or we might have to meet after Detention. Long day either way.”

“We’re flexible.” Robin smiled brightly.

“Oooo! I’m counting on that. Cheerleaders must be sexy and know how to rile big crowds. If I have my way our competition is going to fumble a whole lot of balls.” They giggled along with her, absorbing her every jest.

“The basketball team dominates the gym at 5:00. We only have that 4 to 5 window in here.” Tawny Monroe a cute redhead with short locks barely touching her shoulders spoke up.

“We could meet outside of school.” Robin suggested. “Park or something? It’s cooler in the evening anyway.”

“You know?” Piper nibbles her lip in thought, “We could meet tomorrow evening say 6:30 at my house. We can practice at least the cheering part by my pool. Bring your bikini’s if you want.” She offered with a friendly gesture. “Shoot! My nephew Mace is staying with me. He’d be all over you girls.”

“Is he cute?” Octavia bubbled up.

“Nineteen and evil.”

“Just my type.” Tina laughs bumping shoulders with Robin.

“I have a large front yard we can do gymnastics in.” Piper puckered, “Know what? Let’s do it. Sable can…hold on…where’s my girl?” Sable McKellen was still on the gym floor just pacing while half the group had abandoned the net. Fingers to her lips Piper whistled a deafening tune of attraction. Everyone including the boys side looked her way. “BRING IT IN McKELLEN.”

Sable paused to point at herself processing as to why, even though her heart pounded at the idea Piper suggested she work with Robin Banks on cheering the girls had yet to connect. Holding her breath as she shuffled over to the huddle she said, “You wanted me?”

“No. The boys might, they were staring at your cute butt when you walked over here.”

“They did?” Her jaw dropped, the cheering squad giggling at her naivety.

“Right girls?” Piper lifted her brows.

“I saw Corey Samson grab his junk when you headed this way.” Octavia smirked.

“Dublin Sweeny too.” Tawny added.

“They didn’t really. Quit messing with me.” Sable pouted.

“Not joking Sable.” Tawny added, “I really did see Dublin silent whistle at your behind.”

“Stop thinking no one is looking at you, you’re beautiful.” Piper chimed in moving to put a arm around her. “I want you to give the girls here my address. We’re meeting tomorrow at my house. This includes you too Twirlybird.”

“Twirlybird?”

“Yep! The girls are gonna get you tumbling like a pro. It’s time you defy gravity Sweetie. Isn’t that right Swallowers?” The whole bunch agreed trying to make Sable feel welcome. Hearing a gruff shout out of Coach Ruth, Piper grit her teeth, “Go jiggle.” The girls all raced back to the net to resume gym class. Sable felt extremely nervous but happy all the same.

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I looked at the headline.

DOLLAR IN FREE-FALL: NATION IS BANKRUPT.

And I smiled sadly, having anticipated this very scenario and made plans for it. The administration, which had bungled every single thing it tried to handle (is there a term for the opposite of the Midas touch?), had ignored advice from people who knew what they were doing and had shoved the economy over the cliff edge. In the past three weeks, the exchange rate had gone from 1.25 US dollars = 1 Euro to 2,500,000,000 US dollars = 1 Euro. Remember what happened to the value of the German deutsche mark when the French strangled the economy of the Weimar Republic in the early 1920’s? Now imaging speeding that process up by about 30 times.

Having suspected this would happen from the moment they took office — and only being surprised that it took until year 4 for their incompetence to kill the economy — I had purchased a small island off of still-thriving Europe, built the necessary facilities to make the island completely self-sufficient, brought about 2,000 people I really liked over (my only regret was that I couldn’t rescue 2 million), and converted my remaining financial resources into Euros, divesting myself completely of any holdings in dollars or any stock in companies either in the US or reliant upon the US.

I ran the island almost like an ancient feudal fief, except that I ruled it with love and caring rather than fear and oppression. I did ask for the occasional small favor in return, but never anything unreasonable.

At 85, my sex life was nonexistent (I refused on principle to use the “little blue pill” to give me hard-ons), but I still liked to watch every now and again. Tonight I had invited Jim and Brenda to spend the night in the luxury of the mansion’s best guest bedroom, while I observed from the master bedroom through the internal internet (none of this stuff ever went into the cloud or onto porn sites.)

Jim was a tall, toned man in his early 30’s with a face described as “ruggedly handsome” and short brown hair. He was an expert at growing food crops. Brenda, his girlfriend, was in her late 20’s and highly skilled at converting crops into eve gelen escort edible food. She was of average height, also toned, with decently sized breasts that fit her frame (not all women are built to handle having F cups, and if Brenda had beach-ball-sized breasts she’d be constantly falling on her face and have massive back problems), a pleasantly curvy butt and shoulder-length wavy red hair.

The two of them each vanished briefly into the bathroom (the cameras only covered the bedroom), returned, and then stripped. They climbed onto the large, comfortable bed and shared a gentle kiss.

The super-sensitive microphones picked up every word.

“I love your kisses, Brenda.”

“Flatterer. I love you too, Jim.”

Jim kissed Brenda’s neck, taking his time. She made soft little sounds of appreciation. When he teasingly nibbled her ear lobe, she giggled.

He then moved his lips slowly towards her chest. The redhead pressed her body against him and wrapped her arms around him.

“Mmmmmm.”

Jim’s face proceeded through Brenda’s cleavage. I zoomed in with the camera and could see his tongue tracing its way between her orbs.

“That feels wonderful,” Brenda purred.

Jim wordlessly shifted his head slightly and wrapped his lips around one of her nipples. Brenda let out a slight gasp. She must really like what he was doing. His hand cupped her other breast and I could observe him rolling that nipple between his fingertips.

Brenda held Jim against her more tightly and wrapped her legs around him. Jim switched the position of his mouth and his hand, and Brenda moaned. She was now trembling slightly.

“You know very well I want that tongue somewhere else.”

“Yes, but I do so love sucking your breasts.”

Brenda unlocked her body from Jim’s grip and pushed him onto his back. She was the dominant partner in the relationship.

“I know, hon. You’ll get a chance later.”

With that, Brenda pivoted her body around and pressed her pussy onto Jim’s face. She leaned forward and took his semi-hard cock into her mouth. By the time she bobbed her head up and down five mecidiyeköy escort times, it was fully hard.

I adjusted the cameras to get a close-up of Brenda’s box on Jim’s mouth. Her lovely ass took up a lot of the screen. His tongue wasn’t actually visible, but the way she ground against him and the sounds she made (muffled a bit by his rod in her mouth) were enough to make it clear that he was pleasing her.

I shifted the view back to Brenda sucking Jim’s cock. It was much easier to get a good look at that. When her lips were closed, you could see her mouth slip up and down, going from taking him just about all the way in to having just the tip inside. She also sometimes popped his cock free long enough to lick up and down the shaft.

Jim’s body motions indicated he was clearly enjoying her ministrations. Brenda slid a hand to his balls, gently cupping them as she stimulated his pole.

“Oooh. You have a nice big load in here for me.”

Jim’s reply was muffled, as he was still working her slit with his tongue. Brenda ground herself more actively against his face. She was visibly dripping by now.

“Okay, time for me to ride you.”

Brenda swung around and dropped her wet pussy directly onto Jim’s cock.

“And I believe you said something about loving to suck my tits?”

Jim nodded.

“Go to it.”

Brenda leaned forward and dangled her breasts in Jim’s face. He wrapped his mouth around her nipple. Brenda began sliding up and down on his cock, wrapping her arms around his head and securing it against her chest.

Jim reacted by lifting his arms up and groping Brenda’s butt. His hips began moving in time with hers as she bounced on him. I zoomed the camera in to get a good view of her pussy taking his pole in to the hilt and then as she moved back up, having only the tip inside her.

Brenda moaned as she bounced. She accelerated her rhythm. I pulled back out to get a view of Jim’s face still pressed against her chest.

“Good boy. You’re going to make me cum soon.”

That was an understatement. Brenda’s body shuddered violently about 20 seconds later and her lustful roar made evi olan escort very clear what was happening. While she took a moment to recover, Jim kept thrusting up into her from below.

Brenda quickly regained control of her body and she pressed herself further downwards, pinning Jim beneath her. I wondered if he could breathe with his head mashed against her chest. Brenda certainly could, as she proved by letting out a series of pants and moans. She quickly climaxed again. Then, and only then, did she free Jim from her grip.

“I think you’ve earned a reward,” she grinned. “You satisfied me quite well.”

“I’m glad, dear. I love you tons, you know.”

“I know.” Brenda got on her hands and knees. “Now pound my butt until you fill it.”

“Gladly.” Jim got behind her and lubed up her bumhole before carefully easing into her. I zoomed the camera in to get a close-up. Jim moved slowly at first, as if he wanted to let Brenda’s body adjust, but it wasn’t long before he had a steady rhythm.

“Mmmmm. You like that, huh?”

“It’s even tighter than your pussy. You know I can’t resist your ass.”

Jim continued to smoothly pump in and out of Brenda’s back-channel. He slid a finger to her clit and began very gently brushing it. I zoomed in on that for a moment before refocusing the camera on her rear.

Brenda’s shapely body was shivering. It looked like she was close to cumming again. Jim reached around and softly cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples lightly between his fingertips. He sped his rhythm up a bit.

Brenda’s scream of pleasure as she climaxed again could wake the dead. Jim responded with a roar and his body tensed up. I assumed he was filling her bum with his seed. That was confirmed when he pulled out and some of his load leaked from her butthole and dripped down her thighs.

They went into the bathroom — together, this time — and emerged a few minutes later. I assumed they had used the shower to clean up. Then they crawled under the covers, snuggled against each other, and eventually fell asleep.

The next morning after they dressed, I gave them the DVD of their encounter. Some couples liked to play it later and duplicate what they had done, once back in their own home, while watching it together. Others never did a thing with it. But I always supplied it, letting them make their own decision.

In another couple of weeks I’d do this again. Maybe I’d invite in Aubrey and Rob…

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“Right on time.”

Roman Crandell pulled up to the St. Mary’s church parking lot to meet an awaiting Josie McKellen. Ordinarily this was her night to teach classes at the local community college, but plans had changed. Promising Josie that he would keep his word at giving her new sexual experiences that would blow her mind she made the call and skipped school. Even Teachers were allowed to do it now and then, it was only her second call off in a year. With the Church lot dark and traffic quiet in this area of town she knew her SUV would be safe there. Switching vehicles to ride along in Roman’s pickup truck made sense, that way nobody could connect her vehicle at some seedy hotel. While her hubby Henry knew she was seeing Roman he didn’t know she would stoop so low as to lose money by calling off work to do it. Stupid on her part but she was always the wild child.

“You did as I asked, I’m impressed.” Roman found her climbing in wearing only a sheer black nightie, every inch of her naked body shining through even in a pole lights soft glow from above.

“I keep my promises. So where are you taking me?”

“Right here maybe.” He laughed.

“Taking me not taking me Silly. Although, a church parking lot is on my collection plate list.” She slid over and palmed his face to kiss him, her right hand immediately checking for arousal, “Mmmm! Off to a good start.”

“Yep! You know I can’t keep my dick down when you’re around.” Viagra, helped.

“I love that about you.” She kissed him some more before he encouraged her to sit back.

“Let me drive, you just look sexy.” He backed up a bit then drove away, hitting the street toward an unknown destination. He knew, she didn’t. Waiting a half, a block away sat a very familiar truck, if Josie had taken the time to notice. Lights off and quiet she had no clue she had been followed, nor that even now Roman was being tailed.

Keeping enough distance to go unnoticed an extremely psyched Mace Belmont followed Roman every step of the way to his chosen destination. Nervous at being a stalker Mace just couldn’t get his mind off of Josie McKellen, his Aunt Piper’s super-hot petite neighbor. Ever since the other night when he spotted, she and her husband Henry fucking shamelessly in their front yard in the early morning hours he wanted her. Boldly seeing her naked while she walked, he and Piper’s dog home, he could barely contain himself. Going so far as showing her his dick and begging her to let him jerk off in front of her. She reluctantly allowed it but told him she couldn’t have sex with him, having promised his aunt Piper that she wouldn’t. Nothing more was said after that, she simply went back home. There were sneaky moments since that night obviously, but he had never gone what he called too far. Behind her back things like the day in Piper’s kitchen when she was cutting Piper’s pants to make shorts. Tonight, would be that night if it could only be played out perfectly.

Overhearing Josie talking to Roman over the phone from her bedroom balcony while Henry was downstairs working on his RPG game, and their daughters watching TV, Mace had the inside track. Knowing her plan to secretly meet Roman and hearing her requests of he, tying her up and blindfolding her, perhaps inviting someone else into their lovemaking Mace fantasized about it being him. If he had his way that fantasy would be reality.

Following Roman was easy enough, the Coach was more into driving and looking at Josie than any tail in his rearview. Fifteen minutes in traffic Roman pulled into a dimly lit seedy looking hotel called the Lovett Inn. Chuckling over the neon sign promoting a guy and girl flirting Mace responded with, “Nice name. I bet Josie loves it in… every hole.”

There wasn’t a person that had stayed at the hotel who hadn’t never mocked its name similarly. Letting them park Mace pulled up next door in front of a closed Dry Cleaner’s and shut his lights off to watch them. A perfect line of sight saw Roman step around to the passenger side and open the door for her. As she climbed out Roman immediately stripped her nightie off over her head and tossed it into the front seat before closing her door. Totally naked even going barefoot Josie threw her arms around his neck and frenched him.

“He must have rented a room already and dropped by for the key.”

Noting only a handful of cars in the lot Mace observed Roman sit her on the hood of his truck and eat her out, her legs held wide at his insistence. This was making up for River Rats and her behavior there, leaving him feel cheated. While there were times Roman thought, he was losing Josie she always rebounded back into his clutches. Saying no to someone that flexible was impossible.

Mace needed to get closer, to hear her moan, possibly scream. Abandoning his truck quietly Mace locked up and kept to the shadows. He literally made it right behind another pickup truck less than thirty feet from Roman’s, crouching by its bumper. Sure, enough he heard Josie squealing in delight, her voice just audible enough to hear, “Ohhhhhhh, şişli escort bayan Roman. GOD, I love your tongue.” For the duration of her first orgasm Mace sat in wait, pecker rock hard but nervously edgy.

Finishing her off, Roman left her on the hood to catch her breath and stepped away long enough to retrieve a duffle bag from the bed of his truck. Walking away from her to head up a flight of stairs to the hotel’s upper-level Mace heard Roman yell, “You coming?” Already did Big Guy! She was simply still enduring weak limbs. Damn straight she was coming.

Josie slid off the hood and carefully gave chase, obviously leery of what she might step on in her bare feet. “Fuck she has an amazing body.” Mace hissed as he saw Roman unlock a hotel room door. Shutting the door on Josie before she got there Mace heard her complain then laugh about his abuse. While her back was turned Mace made his move and bolted behind Roman’s truck to hear better.

“Let me in.”

She slapped the exterior of the door giggling. Finally, Roman opened the rooms curtains and stood there grinning at her. She quickly moved in front of him and pressed her tits into the glass, swaying her shoulders from side to side while laughing. Opening the window Roman dropped his pants and stuck a sizeable penis out at her, “Open sesame.”

Josie sucked him off right there in the window, her whole body still outdoors on the landing for the world to witness. Mace had to rub his crotch in an attempt to control his erection. She was just incredible. Afraid to move any further at this point he just watched and hid from Roman. The Coach’s viewing angle in peering down at the lot was just as bad as Mace’s vantage point in looking up at their room. Nutting in her mouth while keeping her outside was a thrill for her more than it was for Roman, the Coach was only doing this to keep her happy. Truth be told, Roman would have rather have just kept it simple. Women!

Once Josie pulled away and stood up to stretch her back from being slumped over, she turned and moved to the railing that faced the lot and did a sexy dance for him, hands in her hair. It was just as much a dance for Mace as it was for Roman. Oh, yes, he recorded her with his cell until her exhibitionist ass stepped back to the door. Roman opened it and drug her inside, leaving the door wide open at her request. Seen carrying her in front of the window, her legs about his waist, his hands on her ass, they faded from the sight line.

“FUCK! I have to see her.” Mace grew some balls and looked about him first for safety, then sprinted to the stairwell. Creeping cautiously up the stairs until he could hear them talking, he stopped out of fear of being busted, a constant scan about for possible other tenants. He was shaking from adrenalin spikes.

“This is so exciting Roman. What else do you have planned for your little slut?” She seductively teased her lover, licking his nose playfully as he sat her on a Kingsize bed.

“You said blindfold and wanting to be tied up. I brought plenty of rope.”

“Mmm! Fuck me with the door open Roman. Let anyone passing by see us.”

“Good thing I’m not afraid of my own skin.” That was a lie, but he tried to man up. “I’m curious though, you want to be seen, but you don’t want to see them?”

“I want to hear their comments, knowing I can’t see who they are. I might even forego hearing and just thrive on touch. It just turns me on to envision someone lusting over me without making eye contact, or even hearing their voice. It’s their touch, their breathing, their forcefulness and strength. That’s what I want to relish in.”

“Handsome stranger even if he might not be handsome?”

“Exactly. It’s always been a fantasy of mine to face the unknown and never know the truth. Help me live that fantasy Roman.”

“No problem. Well, only one problem. What if nobody walks by? Not many cars out there.”

“We should have gone to a busier hotel. Too late now, we just cross our fingers. Let’s at least practice for next time.”

“Now that I can do.” He chuckles and procures his duffle bag, unzipping it to toss a wound stretch of thin rope on the bed. “You’re in luck I actually brought my earbuds. These babies don’t tune out everything, but they sure do minimalize what’s around you. Here, try them while I unwrap the rope.”

Taking the earplugs from him she tried them on. Fitting tightly in her ear canals they decreased about 80% of what she could normally hear. As Roman talked to her his words were almost muffled whispers. If someone were to speak lower, she might not hear them at all. Even in telling him about her thoughts on the plugs she laughed feeling strange at her low speech volume. Keeping them in she crawled to her knees and looked into his duffle finding the blindfold. Giggling she put it on and between total darkness and distant pitches in Roman’s words she became giddy.

“Yes! This is what I’m talking about. I feel like my brain is in a void floating about. No sight, no sound. It’s peaceful.”

While distracted escort bayan fatih by this and her telling him she couldn’t see a thing Mace chose to risk moving closer, hugging the wall and exploring the other rooms mostly vacant around him. Only one had lights on behind curtains four doors away. Creeping to the opened doorway he watched Roman begin tying her wrists with his back to the door. Laying her backward he connected the other ends of the short ropes to bedposts until her arms were outstretched wide. Scooting back, he then went to work on restraining her ankles. Once incapacitated Roman patted her thigh, “Be back in a second, I gotta drain the radiator.” As if she heard him. Void, remember?

Stepping into the restroom Roman shut the door, he was just used to doing that at home. Left alone Josie talked to herself, “Please let a stranger come by. God, I’m so horny I can’t stand it. I need a big dick so bad I can taste it.” She then giggled, “Not that your dick is small Roman. You know I love that charmer.”

He heard her just fine, she however could not hear him when he replied, “No put downs or I’ll just go sit in my truck and leave you trussed up.” This evening was just getting started. Smirking as he heard Roman’s loud pissing into the toilet Mace got bold and tiptoed into the room taking out his cellphone to snap a picture of Josie spread eagle. She had no clue of his closeness. He even took a selfie leaning between her legs with his tongue near her pussy. She felt the weight on the mattress and presumed it was Roman. Unable to help himself he crept lower and put the tip of his tongue right on her clit and took a picture.

“Ooo! Somebody likes my clit.” She told Roman, so she thought.

Hearing Roman’s urination current in its final trickles Mace hopped up heading for the door and the safety of the staircase. He heard her say, “That was fast. Bring that tongue back here.” Roman having heard her say that more loudly opened the door and chuckled, “Miss ole’ Mister Waggy, do you?” Again, he presumed she was referring to him from outside on his truck hood. Ignoring her he washed his hands and dried them.

Returning to the bed Roman set out eating her pussy and fingering her in rapid fashion. It didn’t take long to have Josie screaming, pussy juices sloshing all around his knuckles. While listening to her from the staircase Mace grit his teeth. Not only at her window shaking performance but at a certain ringing in his hand. He had forgotten to turn his cell ringer down. Stupid on his part there was no way that at least Roman hadn’t heard it. Not wanting to run away Mace adapted and let it continue ringing. Looking at the number it was his Aunt Piper.

Roman perking up at the third ring got up and cautiously went to the doorway hiding his junk to look outside. Mace acted as if he were just coming upstairs and declined her call sending it to voicemail. Feigning actually answering it he went into action.

“Yeah? Oh, hey Joe. Yeah, I just got into town and checked in about an hour ago. Seedy beady hotel called Lovett Inn. Went for supper and now I’m going to go snooze before I have to go visit my grandma in the morning. Naaaa! Place looks boring as hell, hardly anybody staying here even. I could probably run around the building naked, and nobody would know. Only thing I’ve heard is some bitch screaming. Pretty sure she was getting nailed pretty hard. Lucky guy.” He chuckled, “Man I could use some action myself. Not sure if there’s any strip clubs nearby, I’ll google it if I get too bored.” Cashanova eight blocks away, he knew that. Starting up the stairs he looks up to see Roman leaning around the door’s threshold curiously. “Hey, let me call you back Bro.” Mace winced as if being spied on. Hearing Josie yell out, “Roman? Where did you go?” Mace paused and nodded at Roman.

“Hey kid.” Roman studied him.

“Sup?”

“Overheard you saying you were looking for some action.”

“Whoa, dude! So not gay.”

“Fuck you! Neither am I. Hear that gal calling my name out?”

“Yeah?” Mace was dead on in his acting.

“Wanna see her naked?”

“I Dunno. Is she hot?” He laughed.

“You tell me.” Roman coaxed him in with a wave toward the doorway, “Don’t get all edgy Kid, I’m not going to hurt you.” Boy, it was a good thing Mace and Roman hadn’t crossed paths at the Horton-Dexter/ Marquette football game last Friday night. This whole thing would have been impossible if they had.

“I’m not a kid, Pops.” Close enough at 19. Still Mace hugged the metal railing until he could look inside to see Josie still asking where Roman went. Keeping his voice lowered Mace acted shocked, “Damn Pops! Your girl has a smoking hot bod.”

“She does, doesn’t she?” Roman smirked proudly. “Listen, don’t freak out but I’m going to ask you a question. Wanna fuck that?”

“What?” He chuckled, “Seriously?”

“Serious as an asthma attack. She’s been begging me to pep up the ole’ sex life. Asking for a threesome. Kid… sorry… Guy? I’d pay you to help me out here. She even merter escort bayan had me keep the door open in hopes people would see us. You just did.”

“Pay me? Dude! Naaa! Don’t do that.” Mace rubbed his chin looking at her attempting to hear her surroundings. “Is she wearing earplugs?”

“Yeah! That’s why I’m keeping my voice down. She can hear but not if I’m almost whispering.”

“So she can’t hear me either?”

“Long as you don’t raise your voice. Weird, but she wanted sex with a random stranger and not see or hear them. All about touch sensitivity stuff.”

“Crazy shit man.”

“I know. You don’t have to. I’m just trying to keep her happy.”

“Tempting! Fuck she’s got gorgeous titties.” 34B or not!

“Least get a closer look then you can decide. Get a squeeze in even, if you don’t do anything else. At least she can’t say I didn’t try.”

“You sure?”

“If she feels four hands on her she’ll know I gave it my best shot.”

“Let me shut this damn cell off before my phone blows up. Too many people know I hit town. Family stuff.” He smartly evades any further calls from Piper. Once done he pockets his cell and follows Roman into the room. Roman moving to the far side of the bed offered the young man space in believing in what he had to bestow. “Go ahead I’ll stay over here so you don’t get the wrong idea.”

“Crazy!” Mace whispered avoiding Josie recognizing his voice. While Roman rubbed her thigh gently to inform her of his return she tilts her head in his direction.

“About time you came back. I’ve missed you baby.”

Jokingly, Mace looked at Roman and said, “I’ve missed you too Baby.” He then reached in with his left hand and squeezed her breast. His merest touch made Josie gasp, “Oh my God! You found someone.”

Roman chuckled, “Sure you want to pass up, Miss Giddy here?”

“No.” Mace grinned, “Let this soak in, I might just help you out here.”

“Beholden to you– Fella.” He tried his best not to call him kid.

“Can I… suck her nipple?”

“You can do it all Buddy. Just make her day.”

“It’s already made my day.” Mace took the opportunity to lick her nipple for the very first time. Swirling his tongue around her areola a few times as she whimpers, he gave in and sucked on it, playing with her other tit. Roman not to sit idle rubbed her clit. Josie was loving every second of this.

“Yesssssss! I love you, Roman.” It was weird hearing Josie talking love with another guy when she was married to Henry.

“Thank you, Buddy. Gotta name?”

He bites and tugs her nipple before releasing it to say, “Uhhh! Can I remain anonymous?”

“Sure! I can understand that. I’ll just call you, Buddy.”

“Am I allowed to kiss her?”

“Like I said do it all.”

“Fuck yes.” Mace leaned in and kissed Josie on the lips passionately. As he watched them Roman realized how much passion seemed to be going into it, almost as if the kid wanted that all along. Shrugging he just let it continue. Josie acted as if starving for attention, their lips molding into almost sucking face, tongue frolicking as if old playmates rekindling. Her moans were succulent and certainly arousing. Mace was so hard he was palming his crotch. Five long minutes Roman observed them kissing, faltering even in his massaging of her clit just to watch it unfold.

“Boy she loves you.” Roman sighed, Mace loved her too.

Finally parting lips Josie pouted, “Nooo! Come back, you’re such a good kisser.”

“Hope you don’t think I’m trying to steal your thunder.” Mace whispered to Roman.

“Naa! Long as she’s happy, I’m happy.”

“Cool. Okay, I’ll… I can fuck her right?”

“Go for it.”

“Umm? I… I’m not sure I can do it with you watching me.”

“I’ll put my pants on and step out for a smoke.” Roman realized his cigarettes were in his truck. “Take your time. Oh, you have a condom?”

“Shit, no!” Mace fidgeted, “I know I’m clean though. I mean… I don’t have to…”

“She’d hate me if I let you get away. Go for it.”

“Awesome! She’s clean too, right?”

“Totally. Can’t have any more kids either.”

“With a hot body like this, she’s a mom? No stretch marks at all. Beautiful!” Mace whips his t-shirt off then stands to undo his jeans but stops until Roman puts his own pants on and grabs his truck keys.

“Yeah, I know. Can you believe she carried twins and didn’t get a single mark? I’ll give you twenty minutes.”

“What if she wants longer?” Mace felt confident, he knew darn well he could go for hours. Taking a chance, he drops his jeans setting them on the Kingsize mattress and lets loose his slightly over nine inch monster. Edgy for looking at it Roman growled.

“Better make it thirty. My gut says she’s going to be crazy in the head after getting a taste of that.”

“Thanks dude. Maybe I’ll get over my shyness and we can take her together. Ever DP her?”

“I’ve never…” Roman puckers his lower lip standing in the doorway. “…let me smoke on that.” At a queer expression from Mace, Roman realized how that sounded. “Not what I meant… have fun Buddy.” He turned away and left Mace alone with Josie, steadily begging for more attention. As soon as Roman stepped out, Mace pumped his fist in triumph. Crawling between Josie’s outstretched legs Mace slid his cock between her labia to get her stoked.

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“You know I don’t like you going over on the west side, Jamie.”

“That’s where the work is, Ma.”

“None of the young men are going over there. It’s not safe. The police told us that we should avoid that area of town until they find out why young men have disappeared there. It was someone delivering pizzas just a few days ago. Before that it was a mailman. And that young plumber who they thought had taken off last month on his wife and kids with a woman he was seeing—well, they’ve found the woman now, and she claims she hadn’t gone anywhere with the guy.”

“Don’t fret, Ma. I’ll be out in the open the entire time, mowing lawns. With the scare, there’s no competition on the west side—it’s all moved to other areas of town. So, the west side is my best bet. I gotta make all the money I can before it gets cold so’s I can buy a new car for the college commute. I’m lucky the chill is late this year. All of the kids are gonna love it too. It will be warm for trick or treating. And the weatherman says it’ll be clear tomorrow night too.”

“I don’t think there’ll be many trick or treaters going to the west side,” Mabel said. She gave a shudder. “The interest seems to be narrowing to a man who lives at this end of Spruce Street—Jack Bailey I think his name is. His name has come up on a predators list. The paper couldn’t get anyone to tell them why his name is on the list. I think that’s a crime—not telling us what he’s done. Don’t you? People should be able to protect themselves. Just tell me you don’t have any lawns at the near end of Spruce, Jamie.”

“Can’t tell you that, Ma. As a matter of fact, Mr. Bailey’s is one of the lawns I’ve got to mow. He’s payin’ top dollar, so I don’t want to turn that one down. Said he couldn’t get anyone else to do it. Guess we know what that is now.”

“You gotta tell him no, Jamie.”

“No, I don’t gotta do that, Ma.”

“Well, then I’m comin’ over there too.”

“You? Coming over there?”

“Yeah. We’ll take both cars and I’ll sit at the curb while you do Jack Bailey’s yard. You got any other yards to do on Spruce?”

“Yeah, three more. The Durbin house at the other end of Spruce and the Sweeley sisters across the street from there—and then old lady Jenkins in the middle. I’m saving hers for last, because she invites me in for something to eat and drink when I’m done. She’s kinda batty and smokes and wheezes a lot. But she makes great cookies.”

“I don’t like the thought of you going into anyone’s house, Jamie.”

“You think old lady Jenkins has been tying young men on service jobs to the neighborhood up in her basement torture chamber and having her way with them, Ma?” Jamie was smiling, treating the whole thing like a joke. He was putting up a front, though. He wouldn’t be doing this if he didn’t need the money real bad. His clunker of a car had broken down, and he needed a better one for his second-year college commute. He wasn’t as confident about the whole men disappearing thing as he was letting on to his mother—it’s just that he needed the money so bad.

“I don’t think you’re taking this at all seriously, Jamie. I don’t think you should go.”

“Well, if you are that worried by Mr. Bailey, Ma, it’s fine with me if you come over and sit at the curb and watch me not disappearing while I mow. But we need to get to it. As it is, dark will be coming on before I can finish with old lady Jenkins’s lawn.”

He wasn’t going to fight his mother’s offer to watch over him. But he wasn’t going to tell her so, either.

* * * *

Jamie was glad his mother was there, in her car at the curb. The day was hot despite being late October, and Jamie was mowing just in shorts and his construction boots. As he moved around the house, it seemed like someone inside was moving with him. Jamie would round a corner of the house and glimpse curtains fluttering in a window in the corner of his eye. And there were times he could almost see a face peeking through the cracks in the curtains.

It was creepy, and Jamie felt naked.

When he was finished, he was nervous enough that he walked over to his mom’s car and asked if she would come up to the door with her while he got his money for mowing.

“Very good job, James,” Jack Bailey said when he came to the door. He too was just in shorts and flip-flops, and the look he gave Jamie from just inside his door gave Jamie the chills. He would have pulled his shirt across his chest if he’d been wearing one.

“Would you like to come in for . . . Oh, hello, who is this?”

“This is my mom,” Jamie squeaked. “Sorry, I have several other lawns to mow today. I’d better just get on to them. Maybe I could just have the money for the job.”

“Just a minute. I’ll be back.” Bailey disappeared from the doorway. His voice had had a tight edge to it.

“You’ll come again, won’t you. Maybe in two weeks,” Bailey asked when he came back. He was all smiles now, like he was trying to impress Jamie with his friendliness.

“Yeah, if it still needs it then—the grass should mecidiyeköy escort bayan be dormant soon, so you might not need another mowing this year. And if I can fit it around my classes over at the community college.”

Jamie wasn’t making any promises. This guy creeped him out and most of what he was thinking right at this moment was how to get away from here.

“Thanks, Mom,” Jamie said as he walked back to her car with her.

“I hope it will be all right now,” she answered. “At least you’ll be at the other end of Spruce. Sorry, but I have to go pick up Katie at school.”

Katie was the elementary school daughter of Jamie’s unmarried sister. The sister had to work a day job, so Mabel was the surrogate mother.

“Yeah, I’ll be all right. No problem.” Jamie tried to keep his voice from shaking. Bailey had scared him, but he didn’t want to admit that to his mother.

“The Seeley sisters are at the other end of Spruce. You see any sign of trouble, you go right to their door and then stay inside and call me, you hear?”

“Yes, ma’am.” She was treating him like he was a child. He wasn’t going to complain about that, though.

While he was doing Mr. Durbin’s yard, the man came out and sat on his porch, watching every move Jamie made. The only contact that Jamie had had with the man was over the phone, and he sounded pretty normal there. But this guy had a hazy, shell-shocked way of looking around him. Something was a little off.

Jamie’s mind went to some of the voyeur movies he’d seen on stolen DVDs—a guy just sitting there and watching a couple going at it—or, like here, just watching someone walking by and having nasty thoughts about doing something to them.

All of this was sort of spooky and Jamie couldn’t get this lawn finished too fast. He didn’t know anything about Mr. Durbin except that he spent a lot of his free time coaching a youth soccer league team. Jamie wasn’t sure that was a very good recommendation, from some of the things he’d been hearing on the evening news.

The man was maybe in his thirties and in tip-top physical condition. Jamie wondered if there was a Mrs. Durbin. There certainly didn’t seem to be any evidence of one. There also didn’t seem to be much evidence that Mr. Durbin’s lawn needed to be mowed—or that Mr. Durbin shouldn’t be able to easily do that for himself. Jamie had to watch real careful as he walked behind the mower, as there wasn’t much difference between the height of what had been mowed and what hadn’t.

Just about the time Jamie was getting creeped out by Mr. Durbin sitting on his porch and watching him like a hawk, something he caught in the corner of his eye nearly put him into shock.

A car was moving slowly down the street and even slowed down as it came abreast of where Jamie was pushing the mower. What struck Jamie was that it was the same color and make—maybe even the same car—as the one Jamie had seen in Mr. Bailey’s driveway.

The car was already past him, and Jamie could only see the back of a man’s head in the driver’s seat, but then . . . Jamie gulped hard as the car did a U-turn at the end of the street and came back toward him, still moving real slow.

Jamie had been working his way away from Mr. Durbin’s house while he was mowing. He’d already decided he wouldn’t go back to the house for his money—he’d call out that he’d get the money tomorrow, that he had to get across the street and to the Sweeley sister’s yard and then push on to Mrs. Jenkins’s yard because it was getting late.

But now he was caught between Mr. Durbin’s house and a suspicious car moving slow out on the street.

Jamie’s heart was going thumpty-thump. He looked at the car in panic, expecting to see Mr. Bailey with a insane smile on his face—watching him; thinking about what he’d like to do to him. But it wasn’t Mr. Bailey. It clearly wasn’t Mr. Bailey at all. And now the car didn’t even look like it was the same color as the one that had been in Mr. Bailey’s driveway.

He cursed himself and watched the car go back down the street and stop in front of a house a block east. The man got out of the car and went up to the door of the house and was let in by another man after they’d shaken hands. It was just someone looking for an address.

When Jamie turned back toward the Durbin house, he almost laughed in relief. A middle-aged couple had come out of the house and onto the porch. The older man was coming down the steps toward Jamie.

“Looks like you’re about done son. I brought out your money for the job. I’m Tom Durbin, the one who called you.”

“Um, thanks, Mr. Durbin. I almost feel like I shouldn’t charge. The grass wasn’t really high enough to be mowed.”

“Oh, that’s just Louis back there on the porch—my wife. We’re going on vacation for two weeks starting tomorrow—having a family reunion. With the families of my two daughters. Emily lives here next door and Peg across the street this side of the Sweeleys. We go up to Asheville every October at this time. escort bayan taksim For the change of the leaves in the Great Smokey’s, you know.”

“Uh, that’s nice, but . . .”

“Eloise said the grass would be too high before we got back. She wanted it cut. My son, Ted, up on the porch would have done it for us, but we thought he was going straight to Asheville rather than coming here first. He’s just back from Iraq; kind of a delicate time for him emotionally, getting used to the States and no war again. I’d already called you. Glad he was here though. With all of the doings on young men disappearing in this neighborhood, I asked him to sit out here and keep a good eye out so nothing would happen to you.”

“Uh, thanks.” Jamie looked up on the porch at Ted, wondering just how long he’d been back from Iraq in the neighborhood—and somehow feeling relief that the guy would be up in Asheville for a couple of weeks. “And thanks for calling me on this job,” he continued talking to the elder Durbin. “I can really use the money.”

“I guess so if you’re willing to come into the neighborhood just now. I’ll have to say that our regular mower wouldn’t do it. And did I hear you say you were doing Mrs. Jenkins’s lawn after the Sweeleys’?”

“Yeah. And I’d better get on to the Sweeleys so that I can get them all in today.”

“Umm, well. I suggest you be careful at Mrs. Jenkins’s.”

“Oh, why? She’s the one who I’ve regularly been doing in the neighborhood.”

“I don’t know. She’s been acting a little strange lately. Ever since her son got killed in Afghanistan, she’s been . . . well . . . mad at the world. Can’t say I blame her, but . . . well, you just be careful of yourself, son.”

“Uh, thanks. I’ll do that. I better go on across the street now.”

“And we’d best be getting to the mall,” Mr. Durbin said as he turned back toward the house. “My Eloise doesn’t like the condition that Ted’s clothes are in and she’s insisting we go clothes shopping. Eleventh hour and all that. Emily’s and Peg’s families are already gone to Asheville. We’ll be dragging along behind, I’m afraid. Neighborhood’s gonna be pretty quiet around here for a couple of weeks. Good thing, as weird as it’s been of late.”

Jamie put the Durbin’s lawn mower away in the shed at the back of their house. Their car was pulling out of the driveway as he came back around the house and walked across the street to the Sweeleys’ house. He gave a shiver at the expression on Ted Durbin’s face from the front seat of the car.

No one answered the door at the Sweeleys’, but he’d been told the lawn mower would be in the shed in back, so he went ahead and got that out.

He decided then that it was getting a little late. Maybe he’d put off Mrs. Jenkins’s lawn ’til tomorrow or the next day. What Mr. Durbin had said about her was a little disconcerting. Everything that had happened today had put Jamie on edge. He’d call her on his cell phone and see if he could postpone.

The problem was that Jamie didn’t have his cell phone. He’d left it in his car, which was at the other end of Spruce, near Mr. Bailey’s house. He’d just have to stop at Mrs. Jenkins’s house on the way back to his car and try to beg off in person.

Jamie had finished the Sweeleys’ lawn and put the mower back to the shed and was walking back to the street when he heard what sounded like a scream—a man’s voice, in some agony. It was coming from nearby.

A repeated sound, more like a deep groan, brought Jamie to the side of the Sweeley house and looking down through a basement window—to a sight that he never in a hundred years expected to see.

He should have backed away and run, but he was frozen to the spot by a mixture of surprise, shock, fear . . . and curiosity and titillation. He’d watched porn DVDs before. Who didn’t? Even some BDSM ones. But he never imaged he’d see anything like this in real life. In truth, for several moments he assumed he was watching a video—that nothing like this could occur in real life.

But it was very real.

His jaw dropped and his blood pressure went up and there was a ringing in his ears. But he didn’t cut and run. He crouched there, mesmerized by what he could see in the basement room.

It was some sort of torture chamber—or made up to look like it. Black walls and floor and ceiling, and various pieces of equipment that Jamie remembered seeing in some of the DVDs he’d managed to get hold of. And rings on the walls, with chains hanging off them.

And he saw the source of the screaming. A man—a young man—was chained to the wall, at full stretch, his arms over his head and spread wide and his legs spread wide, with his feet barely touching the floor. He was naked. A woman, also naked, was standing near him, with something looking like an electric cattle prod in her hand.

Jamie heard the man scream again as the woman touched the prod to his genitals. There were weighted black balls hanging from the man’s balls, pulling them down toward the floor. There escort bayan beşiktaş was a ball gag in his mouth, which muffled, but didn’t quite stifle his screams.

As Jamie watched, unable to pull his eyes away, licking his lips with his tongue and moving his hand to his lap—all of which shamed him, but not enough to make him stop and pull away—another naked woman came into view. The two women were almost identical in appearance, and they weren’t all that old. In fact they looked in really great shape, and Jamie couldn’t help his eyes from going to the parts of them he knew he shouldn’t be looking at. The Sweeley sisters? Somehow Jamie had assumed the Sweeley sisters would be as old as Mrs. Jenkins.

But they weren’t old. And they looked pretty hot to Jamie. That was a big reason he couldn’t pull his eyes away from what was going on.

As he watched, the second of the women started working the man’s cock with her hand, making the penis engorge. The other woman was touching him here and there on the chest and thighs and buttocks with her electrified prod. The young man was writhing and giving out muffled screams.

After a few minutes—far longer, Jamie knew, than he should be watching—the second woman stopped pulling on the cock, which was standing in an upward arc, and she moved close in front of him and, by everything Jamie could tell, pulled him inside her cunt and began to fuck herself on his captive cock.

The other woman had pulled out of Jamie’s field of vision. He didn’t wonder where she’d gone as engrossed as he was in watching the other woman fuck herself on her captive. But, of course, he should have wondered about that.

Jamie had just realized that the young man looked just like the newspaper photograph of the missing pizza delivery man, when he heard a sound behind him and came out of his crouch and turned—in time to meet a swung shovel face with his forehead.

When Jamie came to, he was strapped to a chair in a small room that must have been in the basement of the Sweeley house. He could hear the screams of a man coming from the adjacent room. He dully thought that the women must have taken the ball gag out of the mouth of the pizza delivery man.

The sounds began to give way to whimperings and gurglings, though. As this was happening, Jamie looked around him. The floor was made of dirt in this room. He tried to remember if it had been the same in the other, black-walled room, but he could remember. This room was walled in raw cinder block.

It was dark, but as his eyes became adjusted, he saw a shovel standing against the wall across the room. The same shovel that had hit him? he wondered. But he didn’t spend much time wondering about that, because the shovel appeared to be behind a pile of dirt on the floor. And when he looked closer at that, he saw that there were three mounds, rectangles, about the size of a grave each, of dirt on the floor. And beside those, an open pit of the same dimensions with dirt piled beside it.

He moaned at the thought of what this might mean.

But then he wasn’t alone. One of the women was in the room with him. Smiling at him, and leaning over him, her long hair swishing on his shoulders, and her mouth seeking out his in a kiss. He involuntarily went with the kiss, an arousing sensation even under these circumstances. His arousal leaped as she took his dick in her hand and started to stroke him.

He’d dreamed of this happening. He’d fucked a couple of girls, of course. What guy his age hadn’t? But it had always been furtive, in the back of a car or behind a shed. And with him doing all the work. Her just letting him stick it in her, giving him what she knew he’d expected. What he’d really liked doing, though, was watching other guys fuck girls. He’d watched that whenever he could. Always straight sex, of course. He’d had no inkling until just now, looking down into the Sweeleys’ basement from outside, how arousing watching BDSM was.

This was so much more sensual, though, than anything he’d watched before. The woman was older—and had a fine, firm body—and she was playing his body, teasing his cock to stand. And she was succeeding, even in spite of the fear clawing at Jamie. In fact, the fear might have been part of the extraordinary arousal he was feeling.

She straddled his thighs and lowered her cunt on his cock. She was riding him, and, in spite of the situation he was in, he was responding.

In the back of his mind, his defense mechanisms were telling him that it would be all right. That he could enjoy this sex and he’d be rescued before anything bad happened to him. It wouldn’t be more than a day. The pizza man had been missing for several days—and he was still OK. Well, sort of. Maybe. It was awfully quiet from in there.

But Jamie would be OK. He was too young for anything bad to happen to him. And he was getting fucked real good.

The Durbins knew he’d been at their place and Mrs. Jenkins would know he hadn’t gotten to her place. That pinned the Sweeleys down.

What Jamie didn’t know, couldn’t know, was that the Durbins would be in a tragic, fatal car accident on the way home from the mall. And that Mrs. Jenkins was already laying on the floor of her house, having been struck down by a heart attack while Jamie was mowing Mr. Bailey’s yard.

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My boyfriend Mike and I had just finished making tender love. Mike got up to use the toilet, but as usual, I was not ready to get up. I need to remain in bed a while after making love. I’ve always been like that.

Sadly, though, I had to get ready to go to work, and I believe in the importance of a good breakfast. So, I forced myself to get up. I did not bother to put on clothes. Since Mike used a rubber, I was not worried about dripping cum on my nice, clean floors.

Mike emerged from the toilet and he came into the kitchen. He gave my behind a loving pat. “I love you, Sophia,” he said, as he kissed my neck.

“Oh Mike,” I said. “You just love it when I make you breakfast in the altogether. And you’re especially affectionate right after we do the deed.”

“And when you moan,” Mike added.

“Did I moan?” I asked, as I put the scrambled eggs on two plates.

“It was barely audible, but yes, you did. Why do you moan so softly?” Mike asked.

“I don’t know. I guess I got started that way. When I was in college, it was too embarrassing to make noise like that when having sex. Roommates would hear me,” I said, as I put out the toast, jam, and butter. I added, “I guess I just got in the habit of enjoying sex quietly. I still enjoy it you know. A lot.”

Mike replied, “People love hearing moans. You’d be surprised.”

“You mean that you, Mike, love hearing moans. I’m not sure people in general do. It embarrasses them to hear the intimacies of other people,” I said.

We argued to and fro about this for a while. It was stupid. Finally, I said, “Let’s just agree to disagree, okay?”

“Okay,” Mike said. “But will you do me a favor? Moan loudly for me next time?”

I said nothing as I put our plates on the table, adding tableware and napkins. I had already put down the juice and toast. Mike kissed me again, and sat down. He had shorts on, and I was nude.

“Let’s eat on your back porch. It’s such a nice morning!” Mike said.

“Good idea. I’ll throw something on,” I said.

“No, you look beautiful as you are. I love looking at your boobs. Do it for me just this once. Please?” Mike said.

“Neighbors might see me, Mike,” I said.

“They’re either asleep, or busy getting ready for work, or have already left for work. Come on, don’t be so shy. You have such a beautiful body, Sophia!”

We did it. We ate breakfast on my porch. Mike had shorts on, and I was nude. It was thrilling. As it turned out, it was also the beginning of a change in my life.

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

Mike and I broke up about a month later. I was now alone. There were two residues from my affair with Mike: I now moaned loudly during sex, and I still made breakfast, and ate it, too, in the nude. Sadly, though, I had no reason to moan anymore, because I had not even dated a man since Mike and I broke up.

How we broke up is a sad story. One time I slept over at Mike’s. I was now accustomed to moaning loudly during sex. Initially it was to please Mike. But I enjoyed it too. In a way, it served four purposes: (1) Mike felt macho, having his woman moan up a storm due to his sexual prowess; (2) I actually got more turned on when I moaned, leading to an orgasm arriving faster, if one was destined to arrive; (3) Mike wanted to torment his roommate, in effect bragging how he was screwing me in the neighboring bedroom; (4) I felt like a slut by moaning that way, and it turned me on, even though I was not being a slut, just fucking my boyfriend. I had it both ways.

Truth be told, I also liked reason number (3). One day near the end of our relationship, we spent the night at Mike’s place, instead of mine. This time Mike had to leave early, and I got to sleep in late. I was therefore alone at Mike’s. I was recovering from Mike’s enthusiastic fucking a little earlier. I enjoyed the quiet. You could have heard a pin drop.

I got out of bed and went to the kitchen to see what Mike had available for breakfast. Not thinking, and even if I had it did not matter because I was alone, I was making breakfast in the nude, as now was my habit after sex with Mike. So, it was a bit surprising when Mike’s roommate Dan emerged from his bedroom. “I smelled the eggs…” His roommate said, and he stopped talking when he saw me there, nude. He simply stared at my nude body.

What do you do in a situation like that? Well if you’re stupid enough to get in such a jam, you still might thing of the obvious things to do: (1) run away, screaming; or (2) find something, very quick, to cover yourself with, even if it is only your arms and hands that you use. I did neither: I just stood there, paralyzed, like a deer caught in headlights.

Dan and I just stood there, staring at each other for what seemed like an eternity, but was probably only a good two or three minutes, when I finally gained enough aplomb to cover myself with my hands and arms, and to apologize, “I’m so sorry, Dan. I thought I was alone in the apartment, and, well, I cook breakfast in the nude at my home, and eyüp escort …”

“It’s fine, Sophia. No worries. You are a beautiful woman, and I am enjoying seeing your body. Mike is a very lucky man,” Dan said, while I blushed. Dan told me that my entire body turned peach color. I had a full body blush.

“Relax, Sophia,” Dan continued. “Let’s eat the eggs while they’re hot. We can share them, okay?”

I went to get dressed, but Dan followed me and said, “Don’t get dressed on my account. I love seeing your nude body. You are so beautiful; it’s like looking at a work of art in a museum.”

I know you will think I’m an idiot, but I fell for that. I remained nude. But something was going on that was not in my active consciousness: I liked Dan. I liked Dan in a way that was more than simply liking a friend. You know what I mean. But of course, he was forbidden, being Mike’s roommate, so I did not allow those feelings to enter my head. But they were there, under the surface, to be sure.

We ate the eggs, and I got up and made a second round of eggs, adding some toast and juice for Dan, all the while remaining nude. Throughout this time I sinfully enjoyed having Dan drool over my naked body. I thoroughly enjoyed showing off my body to him, too. I felt naughty, and feeling naughty like that is a turn on.

Dan had headphones on, so I asked what he had been listening to. Now it was his turn to blush. He did not want to tell me, so I did not push. We sat in silence for a while. Finally, I got up from the table, and said, “Excuse me please, Dan. I’ll go and get dressed for the day now.”

“No Sophia, please don’t. I want to gaze at your body some more,” Dan said,

“That’s not smart, Dan. We both know what you will want to do with me if you see me naked for too long. You’re my boyfriend’s best friend and roommate. We do not want to go there. I had better get dressed,” I said. I turned to leave, showing off my sexy behind as I did. I wiggled it, just for fun.

“Please stay, Sophia. Please,” Dan was almost begging now. He was wrestling with something, and then with more drama than he intended to use, I’m sure, he said, “I’ll tell you what I was listening to if you stay.”

There was something in the drama of it all that made me think it was important to know what Dan had been listening to. Obviously it was not just the latest hit music. Knowing Dan, it surely was not an educational podcast, either. I sat back down, still naked. Staying naked a little longer would not hurt. Dan got a little speaker, and plugged his iPhone into it. “This is you, last night with Mike,” he said.

To my horror, I listened to a good ten minutes of my sexual moans while Mike had ravished my body. It took me a little while to realize what I was listening to. When I did realize what it was, I cupped my hand to my mouth in horror. “How? Why?” was all I could say.

“It was Mike’s idea. The microphone feeds are in his room. I get it by Bluetooth in my room, and I record it onto my iPhone. I can now beat off to my imagination of what you’re both experiencing whenever I want to do so.”

Dan then found a particular spot on the recording, and he played it for me, and he said, “What’s happening with that moan, Sophia?”

“Dan, this is outrageous. It’s much too intimate. Turn that off, and erase it. Now,” I said.

“Sophia, I think you are an angel. If you were not Mike’s girl, I would want to date you and convince you to fall in love with me. I am hard as a rock just looking at your luscious, naked, perfect body,” he said.

This was a great way to change the subject. It did affect me, perhaps profoundly, but it was not sufficient to change my mind. “Dan, I like you, too, but I don’t want there to be a recording of my moans. You need to destroy it,” I said.

“How about if I never tell anyone it’s you doing the moaning? This recording is priceless, Sophia. It’s obvious your moans are not faked. You’re not some porn actress. This is the real thing.”

Dan thought for a minute, and then he added, “I did not even have to tell you that it existed, you know. You can trust me,” Dan pleaded.

We argued back and forth for a while, and we finally made a deal. I would answer his questions about the recording. He would get to take me to his room and have fun with me above the waist for a little while. Then he would destroy the recording, and I would get dressed and begin my day.

I knew this was a bad deal. It was even ridiculous, to describe to him my most intimate feelings, and to agree to limited sex in such a way. But to be honest, and I always try to be honest, the deal kind of turned me on. Being extorted for sex is an old and recurring fantasy for me.

This was stupid, of course. I should have simply got dressed and left at that point, but I kept the deal. He played one particular series of staccato moans. I told him, “That’s when Mike’s cock touched my g spot, I think.”

He did four or five more, and to my surprise şişli escort I remembered what had happened each time. This was forcing me to relive Mike’s fuck in my head, while sitting there naked in front of another man. I don’t think I had ever been this turned on before!

Dan fooled around with his phone to find another favorite, and he played it for me, too.

“Mike was screwing me then, and his cock kept gently rubbing my clit. Dan, this is embarrassing and humiliating,” I said.

“Yeah, I know,” Dan said. “Want a copy?” I nodded.

Dan then came to me, took my hand, and led me to his bedroom. He lay me on the bed. He put on the background music of my moans, and we kissed, while he played with my boobs.

It was not part of the deal, but I was so turned on I was glad when it happened: Eventually he fingered me, too, and I moaned on top of the soundtrack of my moans. It was weird.

Dan was fairly good at fingering a girl, and I was getting much too turned on. Dan had undressed and he had his hard cock pressed against my thigh as he fingered me. I was constantly aware of it, and tempted to let him lovingly put it inside me. Scared of myself, I put a stop to it.

“I’m Mike’s girlfriend, Dan. We should not be doing this,” I said, as I began to squirm away from his fingers. Just then he found my g spot and I groaned. It was the exact groan on the soundtrack just then, and it made the soundtrack sound as if it were an echo.

After enjoying his fingers another minute or two, I finally got away, and I stumbled back to Mike’s room and found my clothes. I got dressed, and Dan kissed me goodbye, and I left, filled with shame, with guilt, with lust, and with a good breakfast.

Dan’s kiss had me aroused for the next hour, at least, as I could not get it out of my head.

Mike found out about the limited sex I had enjoyed with Dan. We had a ferocious fight. I was mad at him for secretly recording my moans and for sharing them with Dan (which he claimed was not his original intention; it was Dan who was the tech wizard and had set it up for him. How was he to know Dan was such a pervert?), and he was mad at me for making out, naked, with Dan.

The upshot was that it was over between Mike and me. Dan came after me once I was unattached, but I shot that down right away.

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

Anyway, now I’m alone. But I’m still nude in the morning around my apartment, until I get dressed to go to work, and I’m sure if I were to have some good sex, I would not only moan, but I would moan loudly.

The nudity is the larger problem, especially because I eat breakfast, now alone, nude on my porch. I do have neighbors. They are not well placed to observe me, but if they crane their necks, well I guess it is possible.

Okay, I claimed to be honest. The truth is that a few neighbors could easily see me nude out there if they wanted to do so. They would have to be home and awake and looking when I have breakfast, though.

Again, I’m trying to be honest here, so let me add that after my experience with Mike’s roommate Dan, it made me wet to think that someone might be peeping at me. I decided to imagine that there was in fact someone peeping at me, and I gave him the name of Tom, for the obvious reason. This was just a fantasy, however.

There is, however, one particular man who is one of my neighbors. He’s around 50 years old, or maybe a little older. (I’m 25, myself.) He is one of the few who could see me easily. Perhaps he did?

In my mind, his name is Tom. Sometimes I see him on the street, walking his dog. We both say hello, but recently he has looked at me differently, and I can feel his eyes on my ass as I continue walking. I may have an overactive fantasy life, but I think he peeps.

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

It’s been a few months. I was lonely. I decided to try to meet someone on line. As I was looking at one of the dating sites (no, it does not matter which one!), I was getting very depressed about being 25 and resorting to this. Just then, as if by magic, is when Dan called me. He asked me out.

Well, I already knew Dan. Shit, I had already let him finger me that one time. He was nice, quite a reasonable guy, with a perverted creepy streak, sure, but was that so bad? I’m a little strange myself! I think Dan was a little surprised when I agreed to go out that same evening with him.

It was reassuring to date someone I knew, someone whom I know is good at fingering a girl, than to meet a stranger by swiping right on a web site. Dan was a nice guy, and definitely not an ax murderer. The downside is that he is my former lover Mike’s best friend. That’s a big downside.

Now came the big decision. What to wear? This was our first date, but he had already seen me nude during a prolonged breakfast, he had heard me moaning during sex with his roommate, and we had already made out with him even fingering me, so it was an unusual first date, shall we say.

I took a bubble bath and went through my wardrobe choices taksim escort in my head. I decided on a sheer blouse with a push up bra, and a mini skirt that was a beautiful shade of blue. Also, the skirt hugged my behind, in case he was one of those men who likes a girl’s ass.

I giggled when I realized he had seen me nude, and he had made out with me rather intimately, and I did not even know if he were an ass man or a boobs man! Well, I thought, we’ll find out tonight, won’t we?

I put on the recording of my moans that Dan had given me, as I got dressed. I caressed my boobs a bit before putting on my bra, remembering how much Dan had enjoyed caressing them. Yep: he’s a boobs man.

As I pulled on my tight mini skirt, I remembered how much he had fondled my ass, and even how he had fingered my asshole briefly (God, that was hot!), and decided: Yep, he’s an ass man. He’s two – two – two men in one!

Most of all, of course, he’s a pussy man. Aren’t they all ultimately pussy men? I thought, and I giggled some more as the speakers moaned away. I had yet to meet a man who did not want to get into my pussy. Most failed, I’m proud to say. On the other hand, perhaps a few too many succeeded, too.

After all, I’m 25. I’ve been sexually active for, well, let’s just say at least seven years. And with me, active means active. Quite.

I applied perfume liberally, under my boobs, on my wrists, and on my neck. I chose a nice shade of red, not too aggressive, for my lipstick, and I put on mascara, eyeliner, and blue eye shadow.

I stood back and looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Jesus, I thought, this is too much! I look dressed to fuck, and Dan is going to want me a bit too much! I decided to lower the temperature of my outfit but just then the doorbell rang. Too late.

Was Dan early? I went to get it, my best smile at the ready, and I gave my smile to my neighbor, the one I call Tom, whom I always see when he is walking his dog. His real name is Bob. Completely flummoxed, and not knowing what to do, I invited him in.

I waited for him to explain why he was dropping by for the first time. “You look smashing this evening, Ms. Bacchelli,” he said.

“Call me Sophia, please. We’re neighbors, after all,” I said.

“Okay, Sophia,” he said. “I’m Bob. Bob Gibbons.” We shook hands, and then stood there awkwardly, with Bob staring at me strangely. Now I was sure he had seen me naked on my porch; he was undressing me in his mind, I was fairly sure.

Finally, Bob managed to speak. “Do you by chance have a cup of sugar you can lend me? I need it for a recipe. I’m baking cookies.”

Relieved that was all he wanted, I smiled and went to the kitchen to get some. He followed me in. He said, “You can see my place from your kitchen. It’s right over there,” and he pointed.

I realized if I could see his apartment from my kitchen, he could see my kitchen from his apartment. I wondered if he could see in when I was cooking breakfast nude? Of course, he could! The only question was: Had he seen me? The smart money said yes. Hell, the smart money screamed yes.

He was standing behind me, very close, as I reached for the sugar canister. My behind grazed his pants, and damn if I did not briefly feel his erection. Perhaps more correctly, he had arranged for my behind to feel his erection.

I was quite glad I had turned off the audio of my moans just before Bob dropped in. I ushered him out rather quickly once he had his sugar, since now Dan was due any minute, and in fact they met as Bob was leaving and Dan was arriving.

As Bob left, I whispered to him, and to him alone, “Check out my kitchen late tonight.” With that cryptic message in his ears, he left.

Dan came in, took one long look at me, took me in his arms and kissed me. He took my hand and led me to my bedroom.

“Dan, you said we’re going out,” I said, as he held me up against him, his hands going all over my ass. “I spent time trying to look nice for you. If we fool around first, I’ll have to start all over. We’ll miss the movie.”

Dan relented, especially because what I said seemed to give the promise that we could “fool around” after the movie. Dan took me for a nice dinner, where Dan did his best to try to get me drunk. He succeeded too, albeit to a limited extent. I tried to split the check, but Dan insisted he pay. I let him.

When I’m taken to dinner on a first date, and do not want to put out for the man, I try to pay my share of the dinner check. That way I do not “owe” the man anything. When I let the man pay for me, in my mind at least, sex is a strong possibility.

Walking to the theater, which was close by, Dan’s hands seemed to be everywhere. We were in public, on city streets, and it was a bit embarrassing to be so flagrantly sexually mauled as we walked. I let him get away with it, however, because counterbalancing the shame and embarrassment by letting a man be so free with me in public, was the huge turn on I felt from letting a man be so free with me in public.

Anyone seeing us would have thought I was a floozy, and that Dan had already laid me, perhaps many times. Maybe I am a floozy? I thought. Sophia Floozy Bacchelli? No, fortunately it did not sound right to my ears. No floozy here.

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It was mundane as hell. The dishwasher was full, she was emptying it. Simple. Mind bogglingly simple. When she was finished with the dishwasher, there was sorting washing from machine to dryer and putting a new load on. Then she was done. A scandal rag was waiting for her in the loo, she would read of fat celebs who could easily fit twice over into her clothes as she emptied her bowels in the peace of an empty house. A beauty night beckoned, the tiresome tasks a lover appreciated but preferred not to witness. Removal of hair from face, pits, groin and legs, nails to tend, hair to condition, a merciless task akin to weed removal.

Beyond the lighted window, he watched as she moved around the kitchen. He skulked in the shadows. His time for centre stage was close.

His attention never wavered from the woman in his gaze. She was casual, her face naked of colour, hair rudely tied into a messy tail. And still, she was lithe, her limbs held with an aristocratic poise she did not know she had. Her breasts were loose, and their movement betrayed this, but they remained high and full. As she reached to the cupboard her T-shirt rose, and he was heartened by sight of her waist, of her small rounded belly, the base of her spine as it disappeared into the hint of her buttocks. The back door opened, a tumble dryer vent appeared. In a flurry of action, the kitchen light was extinguished and the garden beyond reverted to darkness. Many nights had found him here, her dark sentinel, watching without blinking.

He waited, then he acted. He moved into the house with the practised ease of a thief. She was in the loo, her guard could not be less effective. Stealthily he climbed the stairs. The bedroom was dim and to his concern, she was nowhere to be seen.

When he reflected on the events he could only say that he had no idea, it happened too fast. All at once he was kneeling, hands handcuffed behind him. A blindfold sealed him into his vista of confusion. One word, sotto voce “Bitch” she said. His ear was wet with her breath.

The confusion ebbed, and he began to struggle, attempt to rise to his feet. Immediately his efforts were staunched with a fearsome kick to his balls and, sick balling in his stomach, he folded into defence.

A sharpness pierced his neck beneath his ear, a blood red line was otele gelen escort scratched from neck to ear, bumping across his day old whisker lumps. He yelped, a small boy noise, for which he was rewarded, a vaguely damp rag filled his mouth. The taste was familiar. It drank his spit greedily. Tape sealed it in, he was almost mute but for the grunts of a lower primate.

By sharpened point he was forced to his feet, and backed against a wall. She pinched his nose and he realised quickly he could not breathe. Before the burn in his lungs became too unbearable he shook his head, a rabid dog dislodging invisible flies. He heard her laugh.

Quickly, his t-shirt was ripped from belly to neck and the solid flesh of his pectorals seized between teeth. She bit him hard, she bit him more than once, she bit him deep. She made his eyes roll beneath his blindfold. The teeth found neck, and the tenderness of belly, and as she reached the top of his jeans, he tensed and his cock was roused against his will. She undid his belt, then button by button she revealed a man who lived commando. And as she removed his jeans and socks, he helped her by raising his legs because he wasn’t sure his ego was too damaged any more.

The pointed blade ran down from his neck to his chest to his belly to the inside of his thighs and back again. It paused, as if considering, then suddenly, movement. He was pushed to the bed, where he lay, spanking position. His face was buried in eiderdown, his mouth was full, breathing was a struggle. She rubbed his ass firmly, enjoying its fluffy hardness. She rubbed her fingers down the warm wet crack and toyed with his anus, his ball sack. Coldness heralded the arrival of lube and she drizzled it down the valley of his arse. As it reached his anus it contracted involuntarily, and sucked the fluid in a tiny way.

“Pah, this icon of masculinity, this paragon of machismo, this bastion of supremacy, listen to him squeal like the women he preys on, virgin boy, virgin ass, feel the act of penetration and know how powerful it is to be passive”.

His poor ass seared with white hot pain as it was filled and he shouted into his cotton rag gag.

He felt water, he was rubbed, he didn’t know….and then he did. She was shaving his ass. Then she rus escort shaved the back of his legs. Then she lay him on the bed, deftly adjusting his cuffs from aft to fore, suspended now in the air above him. She shaved the front of his legs, she shaved his groin, she shaved his chest. She shaved his face too. She bade him kneel on the bed and she brushed his hair, gelling it back. He felt the bed bounce as she crawled around him, surveying her work. He knelt quietly, almost proudly.

Fumbling near his cock, oh God, that was good. It perked with interest, but she merely fixed weights to his balls, she didn’t touch his cock at all. Wasn’t she interested?

She removed his blindfold, he was almost disappointed to rejoin the world. She held his chin in her hand ripped the tape away. She removed her pants from his mouth and inspected them, sodden, then discarded them. She commanded his gaze, staring into his eyes with clarity and strength. He did not speak, nor did she, the situation precluded it.

She was dressed in latex, head to foot, there was no skin except around her eyes, her nostrils, her lips. She glinted in the dim light of the bedroom, the shadows danced around her contours, the light bounced from her curves. In every way she was a caricature of femininity, an unattainable master copy from which all were cast. Her erect carriage and profile was accentuated by the clean rubber lines she now wore. He was aghast.

She gestured that he must stand, his hands were free, there was no question of menaces, he belonged here, he was not leaving. Slowly and carefully she covered him with dressing lube. A perverse massage in which he luxuriated, he moaned with pleasure as her gloved hands slid freely across him, he leaned into her, smelled the heady scene of warm latex and sex as it rose from her body. Not once did she indicate that this was anything more than perfunctory. And that pained him.

Latex was smoothed onto his body, slipped across his glistening skin. It held him firm. Items which looked too small, would miraculously close over pasty acreage. The catsuit was divine, the skirt raised concern, a concern cemented by the top, with its preposterous breasts which she inflated to impossible dimensions. He opened his mouth, he wanted to protest, but she özbek escort placed a rubber finger against his rubber lips before he could comment. With newfound trust, he sucked back his words.

As her piece de resistance she fitted him with her strap-on, a gigantic beast which now jutted proudly from his neutered groin. She admired it then pushed him to the floor. To his surprise his face was filled with pussy as she sat on him, her zips pulled apart just enough to allow access to her puckered swollen lips. Greedily he lapped, teasing her clit from its hood until she moaned, licking into her pussy, using his nose to maintain the clitoral torment. As he held her bouncing ass in his hands to steady her, he felt that she, too, had a sizeable dildo nestled there. His cock strained ineffectually against its rubber prison. She hopped off his face and sucked the rubber cock which mocked his own. He ached for her to fellate his, how he wished she would bury her face into his rubber cocoon.

She sat astride him, facing his toes. She lowered herself onto his rubber cock and bounced. He watched her shiny ass bobbing ahead of him, fucking the cock he could not feel. He watched it enter her, lips stretching around the girth, oozing juices around it’s perimeter. He heard her moans increase tempo, he knew she was frigging herself and he wished he could see. The dildo harness bit into the hardness of his penis below, stimulating, but ultimately unsatisfactory.

When she came, the walls rang, her guttural shouts left no doubt about the success of the event. And even as she did, she did not stop, moving more gently for a while then upping the ante once more, until another howl filled the room. He counted four before she stopped. He hoped it was his turn.

She made him stand, she removed the harness from him and she strapped it to herself. Baffled, he watched. Quickly, she bent him over the bed, unzipping the catsuit and removing his plug. The strap-on dripped with her cum, and without ceremony, she plunged it into his ass. She raped his ass solidly until the action of the harness against her already sensitive clit, made her come again.

‘You haven’t come have you?’ she asked. He shook his head dejectedly.

‘You’re low life scum, creeping around my house,’ she scolded. He nodded in discomfort.

‘but I like that in a girl’, she said, ‘maybe next time, I’ll let you come’

It was only when he was outside the back door, he realised he still wore the latex.

When he knocked on the door and begged to be given his clothes, she told him he’d better run, she’d already called the police.

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Slut – I Want To Be a Slut Wife Ch. 04

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“You still think you can handle more cock?” Steve said with a puzzled look on face “Haven’t you had enough yet?”

I began to unzip my boots and smiled. The boots fell away from my thighs, as I kicked them off my feet. Unrolling the black hold up stockings, I bent over to remove them from my feet.

“I’m going to fuck the manager and get myself a room deal for when I want fucked in the future!” I smiled unhooking the black corset.

“I never knew you were this horny! In fact I wasn’t convinced that you would actually go through with it!” Steve said his forehead frowning.

“Not only did I go through with it, but I fucking loved it!” I smiled “And it seems the more cock I get, the more cock I want!”

“I know! I have the photographs to prove it you dirty slut!” Steve laughed “So the manager is going to slip inside you next!”

“I’m going to fuck him so good! I’ll swallow his cum, let him fuck my ass, take some photos on his phone, there is nothing I won’t do for him! I want that room deal!” I smiled pulling the cash I’d just earned as a hooker from out of my bag.

“Hurry back this time as I want a piece of your ass also!” Steve smiled endearingly.

“You can have a little jerk to the photographs and imagine what the hotel manager is doing to me!” I said teasing Steve “Just think what depraved things I will be letting him do to me!”

“What is my little slut going to wear when the manager fucks her?” Steve enquired.

“I’m going to take a shower, so why don’t you pick something slutty out for me!” I giggled “a first though I’m going to call the manager!”

I took his card from my bag and dialled his digits carefully. The phone was answered after three rings.

“Is that the manager as this is the slut from the elevator!” I purred hearing his breathing quicken.

“Yes, this is the manager!” He replied obviously scuttling to somewhere he could speak.

“Here’s the deal. You want to fuck me and I want you to fuck me, I need an agreement about future rooms!” I said in a business like manner “Or you will not know how tight and wet my shaved pussy is or the pleasure of sliding your cock in my asshole!”

His breathing became rapid at that point as he said in a nervous tone.

“I’m sure we can come to some arrangement!” He spluttered excitedly.

“Tell me which room to go to in thirty minutes and you can do anything you want to me, if we have a deal that is!” I whispered seductively.

“We most definitely have a deal. I’ll bring your executive members card guaranteeing you a room in future. Come to room101 and I’ll be waiting!” He said.

“I’m not just wanting a room, I want it for free!” I stated “You’ll get a regular fuck out of it, and believe me I am such a dirty slut, you’ll want more! And don’t forget you can fuck any hole you want!” I hung up, looking at Steve, shaking his head in disbelief.

I made my way into the shower, pleased with myself at how things were progressing.

Turning the shower on I stepped under the warm cascading water, watching small rivers running down my cleavage. I took the head of the shower, soaped up my pussy and asshole and rinsed the soap suds from my recently fucked holes. I washed my sexy curves thoroughly ready for my next stud to use. I turned off the shower, wrapped the large bath towel around myself and walked over to the bathroom mirror and began to apply my make up. I chose a smoky eyeshadow with black eyeliner in a cat like style. I rouged my cheeks and applied my crimson lipstick. I took out my clear lip gloss and applied a thick coating to my red lips, making the shiny wet look undoubtedly visible.

Happy with my slut make up, I went out into the bedroom to find Steve had laid out on the following.

A quarter cup PVC bra, a matching high waisted garter belt, black shiny seamed stockings, a very tight black mini dress, which was almost as short as my tight mini skirt and finished the whole ensemble with black strappy six inched heels.

“Good choice mister!” I smiled “Help me get into these!”

Steve opened the stockings and slipped my feet into the stockings, carefully rolling them up my legs. Next he fastened the garter belt around my waist, mesmerised at how it cinched my waist making my figure totally hourglass. He tatted the stockings to the garter straps, ensuring my seams were perfectly straight. He turned me around and place the cups of the bra underneath my huge breasts, fastening eve gelen escort the PVC bra at the back and adjusting the straps to ensure my breasts were displayed as magnificent as was possible.

I was admiring my reflection in the bedroom mirrors, when he slipped the tiny tight stretchy mini dress over my head. Slipping my arms through the sleeves in to position, he smoothed the dress down as it clung to my body like a second skin. My quarter cup bra, garter belt and garter straps were clearly visible due to the tightness of the black mini dress. I smiled as I drank in my reflection, delighted at how much the outfit confirmed I was a slut and ready to be fucked. Steve knelt at my feet and slipped the high heeled shoes on to my feet, fastening the ankle straps and completing the look. Steve was sporting a massive erection, looking at his slut wife all prepared to leave the room and give every one of her holes to another man. He kissed my cheek and growled.

“Phwoar you look like the ultimate slut!”

“That’s just the look I was aiming for!” I giggled.

“Don’t be out too long!” Steve smiled “Perhaps you could give my cock a little suck before you head off!”

“That’ll be perfect, going to get fucked with the taste of cock still on my lips!” I teased, grabbing the base of Steve’s cock as I sat on the bed.

I twirled my tongue around his hard meaty length, hearing my husband moan at my oral skills. I stroked the length of his shaft a few times then deep throated him. Steve was groaning and moving his hips slowly, fucking my face. I removed his cock and gave the tip a few delicate kisses.”\

“Make sure it’s as hard as that when I get back!” I giggled “Shall I bring his come back in my pussy or ass?”

Steve laughed and said.

“Why not both?”

I scooped up my bag which now had a rather large life like cock with a suction pad tucked away inside. Winking at Steve I walked out of the door to partake in my next sexual adventure.

I got the elevator down to the first floor. The door opened and I was delighted to find that room 101 was opposite the elevator. I gently tapped on the door to find it opened abruptly and my arm grabbed and pulled inside. The manager was flushed and excited, looking me up and down. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out two card, one was gold and the other was black.

“The gold one guarantees you a room and the black one is an employee card, which gives you the room for free!” He smiled as my taloned fingers took the cards from him. Placing them into my bag, I pulled out the big plastic cock and licked it, looking him directly in the eye.

“Get stripped and then I can do this to your cock!” I smiled, smouldering and teasing him.

His suit, shirt, tie and underwear were gone in seconds, hanging on the hook on the back of the door. I was n’t expecting what was poking out and pointing at me. His cock was a little thinner than my two earlier victims, but fucking hell it was at least ten inches long. I heard myself moan excitedly just looking at it. I placed my right hand on his shaft and began to stroke his incredible length slowly. He pawed at my dress and began to roll it up my body, revealing my slut underwear, eventually peeling the dress over my head and on the floor. His eyes widened at my huge firm tits and my smooth shaved pussy. I pulled him closer to me, to kiss his luscious lips. His huge cock was running along my shaved slit, throbbing and pulsing, exciting my hungry pussy. The length of his cock was mind boggling, raising my arousal level immediately. I know I love cock, but was I becoming a predictable big cock slut.

I knelt before him in my stockings, garters and quarter cup bra, holding the base of his shaft and began to run my wriggling tongue up and down of his huge length.

“You like this big cock don’t you, you filthy slut?” The manager growled.

“Mmmmm!” Was all I could muster as my lips shrouded his blood engorged tip.

My tongue and lips were beginning to work their magic on his impressive cock, his moans becoming deeper and more vocal.

“Fuck! You suck my cock better than any whore!” He snarled as I continued to pleasure him.

My pussy was tingling in the anticipation of receiving this magnificent specimen inside me.

I was now slobbering on his cock, almost worshipping the magnificence of his length, feeling the hard veiny flesh slide in and mecidiyeköy escort out my mouth.

I removed his cock still holding the shaft, and brought the tip to my shaved pussy.

“Fuck me standing up!” I smiled, stroking his cock as it nudged past my pussylips.

The hotel manager was a true cocksman, moving his hips slowly, guiding his huge cock into my cheating cunt. I kissed him deeply as my pussy gratefully accepted the full length. The tip of his cock was banging at my cervix as his hairy balls were tickling the smooth flesh around my pussylips. I placed my arms around his neck and clung on tightly as I raised my feet off the ground, wrapping them tightly around his waist as he moved us over to the bed. Placing me gently on the bed, his cock still embedded in me, he began to thrust so slowly, letting me feel every vein and ridge on his massive cock. My breathing was a mixture of panting and sobbing as the greatest cock I’d ever experienced fucked me in a way that I knew I had to experience on a regular basis. This guy was absolutely magnificent in bed, his cock giving me pleasure I never thought possible whilst his lips and tongue excited and stimulated my lips, mouth and deliciously dirty mind.

My stockinged legs were wrapped around his thrusting hips as I broke our kiss, to allow my moans of passion to escape.

“Fuck me with your huge cock!” I panted “You’re making me cum!”

He thrust hard and deep as my orgasm encapsulated my entire being. A relentless gush of female ejaculate, sprayed out of my orgasmic pussy. The thrusting and squelching were unbelievably erotic as I felt my orgasm was never going to end. The pleasure level was incredibly high as I almost fainted the onslaught of pleasure was so intense. The hotel manager smiled as he looked down at me, his smile quickly becoming a smirk at his sexual prowess.

“You’re going to want this cock again aren’t you?” He smiled confidently.

“Yes! Yes!” I panted.

“Well I have a deal for you. You’ll get this cock again, but first you will have to be a hooker for some of my special clients. We’ll split the money fifty fifty and I’ll fuck you afterwards!” He grinned, thrusting his cock deep inside me, knowing I would agree to anything at that moment as long as his cock was fucking me.

“Yes!” I screamed “I’ll be your whore!”

“That’s what I hoped you’d say!” He smiled “Now turn over and we’ll see how much of this cock I can fit in your ass!”

My eyes startled at his statement. Instead of fear at the thought of his huge cock impaling my ass, I was excitedly aroused, wanting to feel this snake slithering in my asshole.

He slid his magnificent length out of my pussy, the light bouncing of the shiny coating of sexual excitement on his shaft. I couldn’t believe that my pussy had accommodated such a monster balls deep. I turned over, raising my ass in the air and arching my back. Spreading my knees apart, I placed my hands on my buttocks and spread my cheeks, revealing my puckered pink ring to the hotel manager. He slapped his huge cock on my asshole, the sound resonating around the room.

He slapped it once more then spat directly on my asshole, making me shudder. He worked his saliva into my asshole with his index finger then spat once more. He then spat into his hand and began to rub his palm over the head of his huge cock, lubricating the blood engorged head. I bit my lip nervously awaiting his cock entering my asshole. The tip of his cock pushed gently past my sphincter as it snapped tightly around his shaft. He began to slide his cock slowly inside my ass, stopping every few seconds to allow me to get used to the incredible length. I was moaning with ecstatic pleasure as his huge cock slid deeper inside my asshole.

“My clients are going to love having you as their whore!” He snarled and pushed the remaining length of his cock deep inside my ass. I’d now took this magnificent length in my pussy and my ass. He stopped moving, enjoying his cock embedded in my ass. The pain and searing heat were worth it, the pleasure was so remarkable.

“I’m going to enjoy being being your whore!” I panted as his hairy balls tickled the flesh of my shaved pussy, enhancing my pleasure even further.

“It bodes well that you’re going to enjoy it as my first client arrives tomorrow!” He laughed “And you will be sucking his cock, and letting him fuck your ass and pussy. Wearing something leather evi olan escort as he does like his sluts wearing leather!” He snarled and began to fuck my ass, sending me over the edge with an anal orgasm.

I was panting deliriously, a slave to his enormous cock.

“He’ll come on your face and you’ll lick every drop off and swallow it!” he growled “Which is what you will do in a few seconds when I blast my load all over your pretty face!”

“Come on my face!” I panted “I’m your slut! Spunk on my face!”

He removed his cock from my ass, leaving me gaping in his absence, as he moved to the front of me. I turned my head toward his magnificent weapon as a huge spurt of thick creamy spunk splashed on my cheek. I opened my mouth and caught the next three strong spurts. His come was spilling out of my mouth and running down my chin as the last few spurts splashed on my cheeks. I looked at his throbbing cock and slid my mouth over the hypnotic flesh. Swirling my tongue around the dome of his cock, I licked every drop of spunk from his weapon. This was my first ass to mouth experience and I have to admit this was by far the most wonderful slut experience I could imagine.

I was licking his cock, moaning loudly with pleasure as he stroked my hair.

“I think our little business venture could prove to be very fruitful!” he smiled.

“I’ll do whatever you want as long as you fuck me with your beautiful cock regularly!” I whispered.

“Oh you’ll get it regularly, but so will some of my clients!” he grinned “How do you fancy being a stag party stripper slut next weekend. Five guys?”

“I’ll get practising my stripper routine!” I smiled seductively giving his cock one last lick.

“I need to get back to work. You’ve got my card and I’ve got your cell phone.” He smiled putting his business suit back on “Call me tomorrow about 1:00pm and I’ll give you details and what room number for your night of whoring!”

He opened the door and blew me a kiss as he left the room.

I went to the bathroom and looked at my spunk drenched face in the mirror. I smiled at my slut reflection, placing the dress over my body and decided I would return to my husband still wearing the hotel managers orgasm on my face.

Closing the hotel room door I pressed the button for the elevator. The door opened and I had my head down just in case. Thankfully the car was empty as I rode the elevator to my floor.

Walking out of the elevator, I swayed sexily to our room, gently tapping on the door.

Steve opened the door naked, sporting a huge erection. I smiled as he looked at my spunk drenched face. I walked into the room and giggled.

“He re did my make-up!”

Steve looked at my demeanour and laughed out loud.

“I’m going to fuck you while you scrape that off your face and swallow it!” he snarled, pushing me on the bbed and easing my tight dress up my stockinged thighs. As the dress reached above my pussy, I opened my legs wide, holding my pussylips to show my pink hole, I smiled and said.

“Come on and fuck your cheating slut wife!”

Steve knelt between my opened legs and slid his lovely cock inside my wet tight pussy. I moved my hands over my cheeks, scraping up all of the spunk, placing my fingertips to my lips and letting the spunk run into my mouth. Steve kept ramming his cock deep inside my pussy as I continued to remove the spunk from my face until all was gone. Steve looked down at my spunk free face and spat on my face.

“Wipe that into your slut face!” he snarled.

His actions were a complete shock to me and brought on the most wonderful orgasm. I was loving the way my husband was treating me as I orgasmed and rubbed his saliva into my face. His face moved closer to mine, his warm breath flowing over my saliva coated skin.

“Would you like to kiss me and taste the cock I’ve been sucking?” I giggled.

Steve’s lips locked on mine as our tongues entwined. His thrusting became more frantic as I felt the hot powerful squirt of his orgasm being to flood my cunt. In all of our years together, I’ve never known Steve to come so forcibly or energetically. I held him close as he completely emptied his entire load inside me. My stockinged legs were wrapped around his back as he moved his head down to kiss and suck my erect nipple. There was something maternal and foetal regarding our post orgasmic embrace, as Steve licked, sucked and chewed gently on my erect nipple.

His cock receded and slowly slid out of my cum drenched pussy. A rivulet of spunk poured out of my pussy as I lay back allowing the air of the room to cool my aroused pussy.

Steve looked up at me smiling, removing my nipple from his mouth.

“I think we’re both enjoying the new slut you!”

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When my brother Jerry won four tickets to The Buster’s Brewery Theme Park at his hotel’s Christmas party I figured he’d probably sell them. He didn’t drink and while his wife Cristela was known to sneak a beer behind his back, he thought she was also a non drinker too. I was quite surprised a few months later when I heard he was actually taking off a Saturday from work to take Cristela and her friend Rosa. They wanted to go before Spring Break when the park would be packed with drunk college kids because my brother was clueless about the perks of drunken college girls on vacation.

I was amazed that Jerry would take off work on a busy Saturday but I assumed the fact that Rosa’s boyfriend Julio would be going was all the motivation he needed. Julio was a world champion boxer and my brother popped a little boner every time he got to listen to Julio’s boxing stories. He would spend hours asking if Julio remembered details of his fights. Julio would politely tell him he saw the video of the fights but at the moment he was just focused on what he needed to do next. Every question Julio would give the same answer but he never showed any annoyance at my brother’s constant questions.

What I thought was more fun were Julio’s bounty hunter stories. Julio had lots of great bounty hunter stories. He had run down a pimp tricking girls out of the same amusement park one time on the same day his ex-wife was working the kissing booth to raise money for her college. Julio had dozens of cool bounty-hunting stories but my brother would always interrupt them to ask boxing questions.

I had the expectation that Jerry would flake out on the amusement park trip so I kept my Saturday plans open in case I needed to step in and go with Cristela instead. To my surprise, it was Julio who couldn’t make it at the last minute. He had a high-dollar bail skip he needed to track down that day. So I did get called to go to the park with them just with Jerry instead of Julio.

The Busters Brew Theme Park had a pretty raunchy reputation for adult-themed fun with their busty beer maidens and wet t-shirt-themed events. I’m not sure how aware Jerry and the girls were of that. The girls dressed in tight one-piece bathing suits and cut-off shorts that left the cheeks of their big brown Dominican asses winking out of their denim-clad asses as they walked. It seemed like they were aware of the park’s reputation by the way they were dressed but Cristela dressed like a little Latin whore most of the time anyway. I had only ever met Rosa during swimsuit activities or when she was taking Cristela out dancing so I couldn’t tell if it was a coincidence that she was always half-dressed and looking sexy as hell. Of course with her huge Dominican tits, she was going to look sexy no matter what.

Regardless of what they were expecting the park was way wilder than what they had imagined by the way they were reacting to the wild Spring Breakers. Even though Cristela had previous experience with American party culture during her Go Wild Girls video experience a few years ago at Gasparilla and I would later learn that Rosa had been pimped out and physically forced to strip in an outlaw biker bar neither were prepared for the drunken college girls frequently flashing their breasts and running around in wet-t-shirts. It was odd that my brother mostly ignored the frequent appearances of bare breasts as we walked around the park.

Jerry was no longer as fit as he had been in his boxing days. He had gained thirty or forty pounds since his prime when he had washboard abs on his powerful frame from putting in twenty or more miles in on the running trails every week on top of grueling multiple-hour-long gym sessions on the bag and sparring ring. Instead, he had taken up weightlifting in a şişli escort bayan hardcore powerlifting gym. While no longer ripped his brawny physique projected obvious power. Despite Jerry’s powerful aura, Cristela and Rosa were getting frequent catcalls and obvious leers from groups of rowdy frat boys at the beer dispensaries scattered all around the park as we did the ride circuit.

As I was standing alone in line for the restroom, I saw one of the guys from our high school baseball team walk by with a couple of his friends. Trevor was a couple of grades ahead of me so we weren’t really close but I remembered him from a couple of parties back in the day. I ran into him a few times after graduation and vaguely knew his two friends were also Phys Ed majors with Trevor who used to play football for a rival school. The most remarkable thing about Trevor was that he had a late growth spurt at twenty and even though he had been a solid athlete at six foot two in high school with almost five more inches he was an extremely imposing figure.

He stopped to talk to me and reminded me of Ronnie and Jay’s names. We shot the breeze for a minute before he inquired about my brother. It was then that I remembered that Jerry had roughed Trevor up back in high school a little bit.

I was wondering if Trevor was still holding a grudge about high school stuff when Jerry and the girls walked up from the concession stand sharing a cotton candy which was a first for Cristela. I saw the way Trevor looked at Jerry and knew Trevor was still uneasy in Jerry’s presence. Jerry in his typical Asperger’s self noticed nothing as Trevor gave him the stink eye before being distracted by all the Dominican chest meat Rosa and Cristela were displaying in their skin-tight marching black bathing suits.

I could see the wheels turning in Trevor’s eyes as he remembered the last time he involved himself with some giant brown titties in Jerry’s presence. Jerry didn’t really beat him up but he made it very clear that he could have really hurt Trevor if he wanted to. I could see him sizing up Jerry now and thinking how easy he and his two ex-football player buddies could take me and Jerry. I wasn’t happy with the conclusions I could see Trevor was reaching as he summed up his odds. Even with his new size, I don’t think Trevor realized how strong my brother actually was. I don’t know if retard strength was actually a thing or how it correlated with autism but Jerry still hit like a truck. The steroided up gym rats gave him a wide berth after watching him smack around the heavy bag.

The seconds felt like forever as the violent sexual tension rose in Trevor and his friends. The whole time Jerry and the girls were oblivious. I wasn’t as surprised that Rosa didn’t pick up on the toxic energy as I was that Cristela didn’t sense any of it. I was sure that dating Julio kept the creeps at bay. You would have to be insane to mess with Julio. Even if you didn’t know he was a world-champion fighter he looked like he was made out of granite. I’d seen him destroy five guys so fast that his kid never looked up from his video game. Surely women with Julio were almost never harassed or victims of dangerous perverts like Trevor and his friends.

Finally, Trevor squinted his eyes one last time at Jerry before turning and walking away. I thought he figured that revenge just wasn’t worth it. Better to let the past go. That’s what I thought until forty-five minutes later when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around and found myself looking up at Trevor. He glared menacingly at me and handed me four fast pass tickets to The Buster’s Falls” flume ride.

“You guys are doing this ride next. Make sure your brother gets the “C” ticket.” Trevor told me sure that I wouldn’t escort bayan fatih question his motives.

While I was a little hesitant to just do Trevor’s bidding, especially after the way he glared hatefully at my brother early with his steely blue eyes, I knew Jerry was way better equipped to deal with Trevor and his buddies than I would have been if I refused Trevor’s order. Honestly, god help Trevor if Rosa’s boyfriend Julio hadn’t flaked out and had shown up to the park and he and his friends tried something while Julio was around. Even though earlier I was worried about rumbling with my brother against Trevor and his friends, the more I thought about it though, I realized in a crowded park with lots of security would probably break up a brawl pretty quickly. The worst that would happen is we get thrown out of the park. Better that than Trevor catching up with me later at a party something after I had defied him.

My brother and the girls weren’t suspicious at all that where and how I had obtained fast passes for Buster’s Falls they were just happy they wouldn’t have to stand in line for the most popular ride in the park. I didn’t know how aware any of the three of them were about why the ride was so famous or infamous really. There was a well-known tradition of girls flashing their breasts as the ride plummeted down. Guys would gather on a bridge and get doused with water as the ride passed by in hopes of seeing the bare breasts of a sexy girl. The park took photos at the top of the ride and sold photos and even posters as souvenirs at the end of the ride right next to one of the beer huts. It wasn’t uncommon for the beer line to suddenly switch to the photo line if a sexy enough pair of tits came up on the screen for sale. Whether Cristela knew about the breast flashing practice associated with the ride or not I was sure she wouldn’t do it with Jerry around.

As we approached the line for the ride I noticed Trevor’s two friends Ronnie and Jay waiting wearing goofy glasses that looked like Groucho Marx glasses except the noses were dildo-sized penises. I’m not sure if they were supposed to be for disguise but they attracted more attention than if they weren’t wearing them. Jerry and the girls paid them no mind as they fell into the fast pass lane behind us.

The design of the falls had changed a lot over the years. When the park first opened riders would cram into a two-seat car that looked like a beer keg front and back. As the ride became more famous for the breast-baring shenanigans the owners decided making the cars bigger was a better idea. Now three riders crammed into four rows on one giant beer barrel-looking car. The results were now up to twelve people could ride at once resulting in pacts between the female riders to participate in the breast flashing only to find out at the end of the ride that some combination of female riders had broken the pact when the souvenir photos came up on the board.

We zipped through the line and handed the operator our tickets. The operator sat Cristela in the first seat in the front row. I was in the middle and Rosa sat to my left. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Trevor appear out of nowhere. He gave the ride operator a nod and a quick fist bump as his friend Ronnie took the first seat behind Cristela followed by Trevor behind me and Jay behind Rosa. I heard Jerry protest for a second before the operator told him his ticket was for row C. I guess Jerry complied with the operator’s instructions as a moment later the safety bar lowered across our laps trapping us in our seats.

A buzzer sounded and we started our long ascent up to the top of the ride. As the seconds ticked by and the car continued to rise I could feel the tension mounting from Cristela. merter escort bayan She had never experienced anything like this. While the Dominican Republic is covered in mountains, Cristela was a city girl and rarely even encountered buildings more than five stories high. We reached the crest and were about to go over. I took in the view of the park from the top of the ride and noticed a hand appear out of the corner of my right eye. In an instant, the straps on Cristela’s bathing suit were yanked down to her elbows. Her huge brown tits were on full display as I saw a flash of light and I remembered the souvenir camera. I instinctively turned toward the light and caught a glimpse of Rosa’s also naked tits as another set of hands had her swimsuit pulled down. We plunged past a huge crowd on the bridge of guys pointing at the girls’ bare breasts as we went by. The cheer from the bridge was louder than the girls screaming behind me as I saw Trevor’s hands come over the seat to grope one of each Cristela and Rosa’s exposed boobs as the water splashed over us. The car slowly made its way past the crowd of bystanders watching as Trevor toyed with the girls’ dark brown nipples.

Cristela and Rosa were momentarily helpless as their arms were trapped at their sides by their bathing suit tops. Cristela slipped her arms from her suit and turned to start clawing Trevor’s arm which was still groping her nude breast. Cristela was twisted in a way that her huge left titty was slapping me in the face. Rosa decided to follow Cristela’s lead and had also freed her arms from the confines of her swimsuit top to scratch at Trevor’s vulnerable arms. Now Rosa was also pummeling my face with her big soft tit. I felt my erection grow as their firm chocolate nipples rubbed in my face. Despite my fear of Jerry and Julio, I couldn’t resist the urge to open my mouth as I felt their puckered Latin areolas brush my lips. I even gave Cristela a quick suckle as her hard nipple tip passed over my tongue.

As Trevor was having the skin on his arms shredded he still couldn’t will himself to let go of the two heaps of Dominican hotness at his fingertips. Instead as a response to the pain he just squeezed Cristela and Rosa’s fleshy orbs hard enough to make them cry out in pain. Ronnie and Jay took their cue to shove their dildo-nosed glasses in the girls’ open mouths. I saw a volley of cell phone camera flashes from the crowd as the girls were forced to deep-throat the dick nose glasses.

I heard a weird metal thunking sound I would later learn was Jerry snapping the mechanism that held his lap bar in place. I heard a gurgled gasp behind me as Jerry wrapped his huge forearm under Trevor’s neck and yanked him back. Trevor let out an almost inhuman yelp of pain as his erection was bent at a sickening angle against the lap bar before Jerry pulled him over the seat. I could hear the dull thudding of Jerry pummeling Trevor two rows behind me. I couldn’t see what was happening but from the reactions of the bystanders, I knew Trevor was in real trouble. Jerry could have very easily killed Trevor if it went on much longer. Fortunately for Trevor, Cristela and Rosa turned their attention to Ronnie and Jay.

To get Cristela to stop hitting and scratching him, Ronnie gave her a hard slap across the face. This was enough to turn Jerry’s attention from the unconscious Trevor to Ronnie in the seat in front. Ronnie covered his head with his arms and bent over the lap bar as Jerry drilled him in the back with blows while Jay tried to hold Jerry back as much as possible.

Finally, the ride stopped and Jerry was met with three security guards who were prepared to pepper spray all of us to stop Jerry if that’s what it took. We were escorted out of the area and thrown out of the park. I couldn’t help but notice the long line of park attendees who were lined up to get souvenir photos of our plunge down “Flash Falls”. Since Jerry and the girls didn’t notice the situation I didn’t bring it up but probably half the park went home with photos of Cristela and Rosa on the falls.

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You enjoy the way you are turning men on. You know the reaction they have to you, their cocks slowly hardening as you tease them with your body. In the middle of the park, you are turning heads and causing hard-ons. You can feel your upper thighs rubbing against each other as you stroll sexily down the concrete walkway toward the bench that will give the most people the best view of your private area.

You prepared yourself all day for this moment picking out the perfect short chiffon skirt, the right colored nylons, the perfect thin shirt that would wrap itself around the sides of your tits while allowing them to sway back and forth unfettered. Your heels are 4 inches high, causing pain to your feet but also lifting your ass cheeks to a perfect moon shape. Your hair is down, blowing in the wind, whipping around your neck and face. The make-up you applied is meticulous. The lipstick is a bright gloss red that frames your mouth. Your eye shadow is not too dark, not too light. The rouge adds just the right amount of color to your cheeks.

Before the make-up you had taken a shower and prepared your mons just right. The razor had removed all traces of hair from around your luscious cunt lips and trimmed the excess from your lower belly. When you tried on the skirt you could see the outline of your patch through the thin cloth. Your legs were silky smooth and oiled just enough to allow your nylons to slide up and down.

As you approach the bench you notice three men sitting on the benches that face it. One man has been there before. He knows your routine, knows your show, and he smiles and waves as you pass. He was here last Thursday as well. Did he return hoping you’d be there, or is he someone who has read your blog on the Internet? You hope he is a reader.

When you reach the bench you bend slightly at the waist, your skirt sliding dangerously close to the bottom of your asscheeks, and clean the dust from the wooden slats. You turn around and straighten your skirt as you sit. The slats of the bench are cold against your upper thighs above the nylons. You mecidiyeköy escort bayan cross your legs very lady-like even though the length of the skirt clearly reveals the top of the stockings on the sides of your thighs.

Reaching into your bag you extract the sunglasses and printed erotic stories that you brought along. The glasses are a clever way of watching your audience without their knowledge, the stories are to turn you on and heighten the excitement of exhibiting yourself to these strangers.

The first story is one of Bondage and domination. The woman is tied and exhibited against her will. You can feel your juices begin to flow as you read the sexually explicit words describing how she is humiliated. Your hips move slightly and a tingle begins between your legs. Your thighs have a mind of their own and begin to rub against one another to stimulate your clit.

You look up, now five men are seated around you and another is leaning against a tree with a view of your position.

The second story is a lesbian account, something you have enjoyed many times over. You can feel the woman’s lips and tongue inside you exactly as the author is describing in their account. Your hand moves to your lap and a little pressure is applied to your lower abdomen as the scenes unfold. Your imagination puts you between the woman’s spread thighs, your tongue lapping thirstily at the woman’s orgasmic fluids. You press harder against your mons and the tingling between your legs grows in intensity. Without looking up you know that the men can tell you are sexually excited, you imagine how they would like to help you relieve the pressure in your cunt.

Glancing up you see two men openly staring at you, wondering when you will open your legs and stroke yourself to release.

The next story is of a couple in Dallas, a place you know well and one that you now want to visit. She is an exhibitionist, just like you, and she shows herself all around the city. Your hand moves deeper forcing your thighs apart slightly and causing your skirt to ride higher escort bayan taksim on your thighs. The stockings are now exposed all the way around. You return to the story and allow your finger to slide under the skirt and press between your swollen lips, slowly stroke your blood-engorged clit. The familiar tingle is growing into a slight humming with the soft strokes of your fingertips.

Now the men are engrossed watching you. None turn away as you raise your head and remove your glasses. Your eyes scan the audience like a performer on a stage, your eyes briefly meet each of those of the eight men gathered around.

You uncross your legs and spread your knees slightly to maintain pressure of your fingertips on your clit. No more stories are needed as you begin to entertain your audience. Your skirt still hides most of the v between your legs but you are sure that they can see into the shadow cast by the material. Slowly your knees begin to fall apart and your hand goes lower, seeking the opening to your moist cavern, drawing the spilling juices up to coat the red lips surrounding your clit. You stroke yourself openly while glancing back and forth to the men around you, wondering which one you want to focus in on when you come.

Your knees fall further apart and your head lolls back, your eyes close and your fingers invade your pussy. You can feel the intrusion, the scraping of your long red fingernails into the sensitive inner regions of your cunt. You reach into yourself and stroke the rough skin over your g-spot while your other hand gathers your skirt and pulls it onto your belly. You sit there with your legs spread, your fingers buried in your pussy and your crotch exposed to these eight strange men. You can feel your excitement growing and the familiar tension that announces the arrival of release begins in your thighs.

You pick up your head and stare at the man against the tree. Your fingers and palm work furiously against your sex, rubbing and stroking and pressing against the sensitive areas of your cunt. You can imagine this escort bayan beşiktaş man’s cock penetrating you, pushing into your womb and stretching you as you have never been stretched. You know he would press himself onto you, put all his weight onto your chest, mash your tits against his broad chest. You imagine his lips on yours, around your neck, sucking on your earlobe. You open your mouth and stroke yourself deeper adding another finger into your hole.

Now your legs are spread as far as they can but you need more. You lift one heel onto the bench and further expose yourself. They can see deep inside you now, they can see the glands that you are stroking and coaxing your orgasm from. The juices escaping your hole are running down your ass and lubricating your anus for your other hand which you move to position. Pushing gently three fingers invade your backside and begin to pump against your sphincter. You stare blatantly toward the tall man against the tree and begin to moan out loud. Fuck, Oh yes, Push it into me all escape your lips as whispers.

Then it happens, your thighs quiver, your belly quakes, your cunt contracts around your fingers and your asshole clenches the invading digits. You allow yourself to cry out and pant openly as your body relieves itself of the sexual tensions built up over the past week. You can feel your juices shooting out from your hole, coating your hand and wrist and running down your thighs and ass into your sphincter. You can see the little squirts of come and again you scream out.

Your breathing is shallow and fast throughout your orgasm. Then it slowly subsides and your arms feel tired, your fingers and hands feel cramped. You pull your fingers from your asshole and rub your cuntlips. Your head is now hanging down and you see how exposed you really are. Your skirt is up near your boobs and your legs are spread out wide with one foot on the ground and one on the bench. Slowly you lay back and gather your things in your bag, leaving yourself exposed to the men around you. You then put your foot down and slowly stand up. The men begin to applaud and you thank them with your nod and your smile. Your skirt needs a little help to fall back down to cover yourself.

As you begin to walk away you can feel the trembling in your thighs still and you think how much better this is than a camera on the internet.

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