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I got really sick at 18 and my dad and mom took me to all kinds of doctors to be able to treat me but none were successful.

One day, one of my dad’s colleagues told him about a doctor a few hours away in another town that they say is so good he can heal almost any disease.

First, let me describe my parents. My dad is 45 years old at the time. He is medium size, not very tall but also not very short. He was a soldier and due to that he had a nice firm body. He was considered a nice looking man in the town but he was envied more for my mother.

My mother was a bombshell. Seven years younger than dad, some considered her a trophy wife. She was as tall as dad with a fair complexion, white skin, blue eyes and long legs. Her slender body was able to hold two melon sized tits that defined her and made her shine among all other women in the town. Her ass made all the men stare when she passed because it was so firm. Mom went to the gym daily to stay in shape especially after the C-section she went through to give birth to me.

Dad took an appointment from the secretary of the doctor and we went a week later. When arriving to the clinic, we found out it was in a poor part of the village and it was in a large wooden house that was used as the medical center.

Entering the clinic, we found a voluptuous blond secretary sitting at the reception. When she saw us she smiled and asked for our names. Dad told her we had an appointment and she excused herself to tell the doctor we were here. When she was going to the other room, we noticed that this secretary was pregnant, her belly prominent in front of her.

Dad joked to mom that this woman should be resting and not working in this hot weather and this dirty village. As he was finishing, the secretary told us the doctor is ready to see us.

As we entered, we were greeted by a man 190 cm tall, towering over dad, with wide shoulders and big hands. While shaking dad’s hand, his eyes were glued to mom’s body checking her from head to toe. His voice was very deep and masculine going along with his features. His face was very handsome, with a two-day beard growth. He was bald at the crown of his head with salt and pepper hair all around his head. His smile showed two sets of perfectly white teeth. He was about dad’s age.

Dad was telling the doctor about my problem while I was sitting next to mom. The macho doctor was wearing his lab coat but his hairy forearms and hairy chest were visible underneath it as he leaned on his desk pretending to listen to dad. In fact, he was devouring mom with his eyes especially her breasts.

Dad caught attention of the doctor’s look and tried to make him focus again on the problem. The doctor snapped out of his lust and asked me to go on the bed so he can examine me.

After doing some routine tests, the doctor gave me some herbal remedies and told my parents to come back the following week so he can check up on me. When dad asked him how much he wants money in return for the consultation, the doctor boldly said that because dad has such a beautiful wife, he will take nothing.

My mom blushed while dad felt a little bit uncomfortable at the doctor’s bold comment.

We went home and I took the medicine and in a week’s time I felt a little better. Going back to the clinic, we found the secretary waiting but no other patients were there.

She told my parents that the doctor is in the nearby gym training and he would arrive in a few minutes. Waiting in the lobby, mom asked the secretary how long has she been pregnant and if he she knows the sex of the baby and so on.

While talking, the secretary mentioned her husband’s name and that he works in the military. The coincidence made it that the secretary’s husband is in the same battalion as dad but the secretary didn’t know that.

As mom and the secretary finished talking, the doctor came in from the door. The first thing that caught mom’s eyes were the rippling muscles on the tall doctor and the wide shoulders and muscular arms he had. This time he was wearing just a wife beater and some shorts so his body was more exposed.

The doctor noticed mom’s eyes while saluting us and a smug smile appeared on his face. Dad wasn’t comfortable being next to this physically menacing and perfect man so he changed the subject directly to tell him that I got a little better thanking him for the cure.

The doctor seemed happy and invited us to his clinic to do the check-up. After examining me, he told my parents that they would need to bring me every week to him to do some extra therapy sessions or else my condition will reverse.

Dad said that in a week he was going back to his duties and he won’t have time to come with us. The doctor told him that mom knows the way after twice visiting the clinic so she could come with me without dad leaving his work.

Dad loved me so much and bodrum bayan eskort he was pleased with this solution. He wanted me to get better at any cost so we accepted to come back the following week to begin the therapy.

The following week, mom wore a nice black dress and took me with her in a taxi to the clinic.

Arriving there, we waited a little as the doctor had a patient inside. Five minutes, a beautiful woman, around 25 years old, came out of the door. This woman, like the secretary was also pregnant. She said goodbye to the secretary and holding her belly, she walked out with difficulty to the car outside.

The doctor called for us and we went inside, me and my mother. Mom was surprised seeing the doctor tucking his shirt inside his pants. She began to suspect that something was happening between him and the woman that was inside but she didn’t say anything.

The doctor greeted us with a mischievous smile and seemed to hold mom’s hand a little bit longer than necessary while greeting her.

After he finished my therapy session, he told mom that I needed to rest for about an hour in the adjoining room before we can leave and he told her they can talk about me in the mean time in his office.

Mom agreed reluctantly because she had nowhere else to go and she didn’t want to wait outside with the secretary. Going to his office, mom sat while the hunky doctor asked her if she wanted to drink anything. Mom said coffee. As the doctor was ordering the coffee from the secretary on the telephone, mom’s eyes fell on his pants. She noticed that his pants weren’t zipped. While he was talking on the phone, he nonchalantly squeezed his balls to adjust them. That’s when mom saw that the doctor wasn’t wearing any underwear under his pants.

Mom couldn’t take her eyes off the doctor’s crotch. She thought her eyes were tricking her but the thick slab of meat that she saw couldn’t be a cock. She has never thought that a cock could be this thick. Lowering her gaze, her mouth flung wide open as she followed the length of the cock. It seemed to go on just a little higher than the doctor’s knees. As she woke up from her daze, she saw the doctor looking at her with a wide grin on her face. He then said he was sorry he didn’t notice that his zipper was open and he closed it.

Mom was speechless and red in the face. She swallowed and cleared her throat while looking at the ground. She didn’t know what happened to her but she felt her heart racing in her chest. Mom excused herself from the doctor and said she would wait in the lobby.

An hour later, the doctor led me to mom and told her he was waiting for us the same time next week. As we left, the secretary asked him what happened. The doctor replied with a grin that the fish has caught the bait.

The next week, we arrived and mom decided to wait outside for the doctor to finish. After finishing my session, the doctor asked mom to enter because he wanted to discuss an important matter with her. She entered and sat down and the doctor told her that my condition may be partly genetic and he needed to take some information from her.

He asked her hers and dad’s ages and some other info. Then he asked her if I have any other brothers or sisters. Mom answered no and asked why that is important. The doctor replied that he wanted to see if other kids were having the same symptoms because my condition is usually caused by a weak seed from the father. Mother felt terrified and the doctor asked her about the reason. Mom felt obliged for my own sake to tell the doctor that, after my birth, dad began to have very weak erections and very light ejaculations.

The doctor shook his head in worry and told mom that the condition is dangerous and that he needs to take more information. Mom was very afraid then and told the doctor she will answer any question he has. He began asking intimate questions about her sex life. She found it difficult and invasive to answer these questions, but she complied. She told him that it has been a few weeks since she had sex with dad and that usually sex lasts a few minutes at most and most times dad has premature ejaculation. That’s why they haven’t had any kids after me.

Then the doctor asked her about the size of dad’s balls telling her that he needs to know as soon as possible if dad’s balls can make enough sperm to see if my genetics are the reason for my illness. Mom was confused. She was a very conservative woman and she didn’t know or even remember exactly how big dad’s nuts are.

The doctor told her that if he doesn’t complete his diagnosis that day and give me the appropriate remedy, my condition will become worse- but he has a solution. Mom was nearly in tears and she begged him to do the necessary. The doctor told her that because dad was far away and he was the only man present, she could compare him to dad and tell him the exact size.

Mom didn’t fully understand the idea but she nodded her head. The yalıkavak escort doctor stood up, went in front of mom’s chair and his waist was directly in front of her face. With his big hairy hands, he unzipped his pants as he looked at mom’s face. Letting them fall to the ground, a wide grin appeared on his face and the reason was the reaction on mom’s face.

Mom’s jaw opened wide. Tears were still in her eyes as she witnessed the macho stud’s appendage. His soft cock dangled between his meaty muscular hairy thighs about 7 inches. The cock was as thick as a beer can and the head was covered with the skin but it appeared as big as a baby’s fist. The shaft was full of dark veins running along the shaft.

As he held his magnificent cock and raised it in his hand, mom saw the doctor’s balls. In her mind, she had a definition for big but the hunk’s balls exceeded her definition by much. Hanging tight inside their sac, the doctor’s balls were as big as two apples.

The doctor waited a few moments for mom to relish the sight of his masculinity before clearing his throat. Mom unconsciously licked her lips and looked him in the eyes. The bull could see the look of lust in mom’s eyes. So, he asked her how do his balls compare to her husband’s. “Are they this big?”

Without thinking, mom replied, “Are you kidding? Your balls are three times bigger than him. They are very big…just huge.”

Getting his answer, the doctor left mom in her chair and zipped his pants, going back to his desk. Mom felt she wanted to tell him to stay, but she couldn’t. She felt her panties were soaking wet and her nipples protruding from her blouse.

The arrogant doctor knew what he was doing to mom but he wanted her to submit to him willingly. Acting all serious, he told her we can leave and return next week without taking his eyes off his papers.

Mom felt ashamed and rejected and horny at the same time. That week, mom couldn’t stop dreaming about the stud doctor and his huge cock and balls. Dad’s absence and small weak cock didn’t help either. Every night, mom would wake up with her panties soaked wet from the dreams she was having of my macho doctor.

The day we were meant to return to the clinic, dad called and told mom that he met with the secretary’s husband. The man hasn’t returned home for six months, so he told her that whore seems to have gotten pregnant from another man. Mom felt a cold rush through her body. She was at her most fertile period of the month that day and she wasn’t using the pill because she was trying for another baby with dad.

Later that day, we arrived at the clinic. The whole road, mom was uncomfortable and shaking. The doctor told the secretary to go out with me for a walk for an hour or so because he needed to discuss some matters with mom. As soon as she heard this, a shiver crossed mom’s body. She knew what was going to happen.

Without telling her anything, he just used his finger to tell mom to get inside the office and then he locked it behind them. Mom tried to preserve her faithfulness to dad by asking the doctor what he wants to talk about. But she was surprised by the hunky man grabbing her by the waist and smashing his lips to hers and kissing her profoundly. Mom felt her emotions on fire, her heart fluttering, her nipples and clitoris tingling as she melted in the handsome stud’s gruff arms.

My faithful conservative mom lost all her defenses to this stud and opened her mouth allowing his thick tongue to invade her. Kissing her passionately, the doctor’s and mom’s tongues clashed. Mom felt the doctor’s other hand grabbing her breast.

Mom felt like a sheep waiting to be slaughtered as the strong doctor unbuttoned her blouse savagely and roughly took down her bra exposing her big white jugs. Dr. Boulos didn’t waste anytime as he lowered his mouth while grabbing and caressing mom’s breasts and took one of the nipples between his lips. Mom sighed as the doctor began sucking her nipple.

“What are you doing Dr. Boulos? Please stop. I am a married woman. This is wrong…”

Before she could continue, the horny stud lowered one of his hairy muscular arms and shoved it under mom’s skirt and grabbed her pussy. Mom moaned and threw her head backwards while pushing the doctor’s hairy chest with her manicured small hands. As the doctor kept sucking on mom’s breasts and playing with her pussy, he began biting some of the white flesh on the breasts asking mom what will dad think when he sees the love bites? Is he too dumb to realize that a real man was biting his wife’s breasts? Mom was too lost to respond. She just moaned loudly as the doctor continued his manly duties. A few minutes later, the doctor felt that mom’s pussy was leaking and her panties were fully wet. Taking her to the bed where he examines patients, he laid her there as he began to take off his clothes. Mom was topless and her skirt was also on the floor. As she saw the big man in front mumcular escort of her taking off his clothes, mom knew that there was no turning back. As she witnessed his broad hairy muscular chest, his muscular big biceps and his hairy mountain legs, she couldn’t resist rubbing her pussy in lust. As he took off his underwear, mom licked her lips lustily and moaned deeply at the masculine sight in front of her.

In order to tease her, the doctor asked her if my dad compares to him. In her lust, mom said to the doctor that she has never imagined a man could be so handsome and manly and hung. The doctor laughed with his deep voice as he approached mom. Taking off her panties, the doctor began to finger her cunt. Mom began to squirm on the bed as the doctor continued fingering her.

The doctor told her that he bets his finger is as thick as dad’s penis, trying to humiliate dad in front of her. Mom didn’t care as she was trying to reach his cock and touch it for the first time. Dr. Boulos saw that mom was aching for his cock so he allowed her to grab it. Mom got off the bed and knelt in front of the hunk, admiring his cock. She began caressing the shaft and squeezing it in her hands, licking her lips in anticipation. The doctor’s cock responded by growing in length and enlarging in girth, which sent mom into a frenzy. As a sign of respect, mom took Dr. Boulos’s cock and kissed the veiny shaft with the same lips she kisses dad every day. It was the first cock mom ever kissed. Planting kisses all over the enlarging phallus, the two big testicles appeared. Mom didn’t hesitate to show her lust for this man’s balls as she took each one of them in her mouth, drowning them in her spit. Then, she gave the big swollen cock her attention as she tried to fit the head in her mouth. After struggling a little and with some encouragement from the stud, mom took the head of his cock and 4 inches of the shaft in her mouth. Sucking on it heftily, she began to make slobbering noises as she tasted a man’s dick for the first time.

“Have you ever done that to your pencil-dicked hubby, ma’am?” asked the doctor arrogantly. Mom looked him in his eyes and shook her head without taking the cock out. The doctor laughed and told her it is time for the main event.

Grabbing her by her aroused nipples, Dr. Boulos guided mom to the bed again and ordered her to get on all fours. Mom complied at first but when he approached her from behind and the head of his cock touched her cunt, she asked him to wear a condom before penetrating her. The doctor assured her that he will remove it before shooting his load.

Mom was so horny that she didn’t argue. Holding her breath and waiting for the stud to mount her, mom felt her cunt lips separating to accommodate the man penetrating her. A small shriek escaped her mouth as the doctor’s cockhead entered her vagina. The doctor slowed down a little at mom’s pleas and then a few seconds later slammed the whole twelve inches inside her. Mom felt she was going to faint as the doctor’s big cock smashed through her cunt knocking at her cervix and opening it. She felt the man’s huge donkey cock reaching her womb and moving inside it.

As she was on all fours like a cow being mounted by the bull who is the doctor, mom felt the stud pinching and mauling her breasts.

“Please, you’re killing me. Your cock is too big. I can’t handle it. Please take it out” mom begged as the doctor began fucking her slowly.

“That’s what you asked for, bitch. You will feel better soon”

The doctor grabbed mom by her big breasts and leaned on her back as he mounted her and began his fucking rhythm. A few strokes afterwards, my mom’s tight cunt dilated enough to accommodate this huge man and she began moaning in ecstasy.

At each penetration of the mighty cock, mom would throw her head to the side, bite her lip and shout a primal sexual sound deep from her chest.

Mom was being mounted, fucked, and penetrated by this giant macho man. Mom didn’t think about dad in those moments. She didn’t care that she was cheating on the man she loved so much. Her world in those minutes revolved around the thick meat shaft pounding into her fertile womb.

Half an hour later, sweat covered the doctor’s hairy chest and his mighty back and also mom’s voluptuous body. The doctor had a sexual stamina that exceeded dad’s by miles. He had been fucking mom for thirty minutes and made her orgasm multiple times.

Mom was like a toy in the doctor’s hands as his dick was lodged deep inside her. The doctor then ordered mom to lie on her back and open her legs for him. He then mounted her in the missionary position where he could see the expressions on her face as his cock gave her the fuck of her life.

Mom waited for the stud to mount her again, and as she felt the sensation, a low cool sound escaped her throat. As he lodged his 12 inch pole inside mom’s waiting cunt, she twirled her small feet around his back and held his hairy ass in her hands caressing it while he did his job.

Mom could feel the heavy cum-filled balls of the doctor slapping her ass as he continued the merciless pounding of her cunt.

“Please stud, fuck me harder. I love you” uttered mom to the doctor as she looked deeply in his strong eyes and admired his square-jawed masculine face.

Ben Esra telefonda seni bo�altmam� ister misin?
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Having breakfast at a local greasy diner with my beau, the conversation stopped when Daniel wantonly gazed upon a young woman walking with her boyfriend along the street outside the window.

I couldn’t blame him, as the girl was, well, eye-catching. She was wearing a tight tee top which placed her breasts in prominent display. Her beige mini-skirt showed a lot of leg, and I swear Daniel was placed in a trance by her swaying hips.

“Daniel?”

The calling of his name snapped his eyes away from the girl’s shapely ass. He guiltily looked at me, only to see my head-shaking smile. “It’s okay, Daniel, I understand. She looks very attractive.”

I glanced at the couple, now nearing the end of our sightline, as did my boyfriend. They were a cute couple who were snuggled against each other. Her hand was placed gently on her boyfriend’s ass, while he was kissing her neck.

“I wonder where they do it,” asked Daniel.

“Huh?”

“You know, they probably can’t do it at home unless their parents are away, so I just wonder where they do it when they can’t mess around at home,” said my boyfriend, an older man with graying hair. “They have to sneak away somewhere.”

I surmised they found the normal places to make love, the places where lovebirds have mated over the ages. At a local park, for instance, or down by the lake at a local lover’s lane under a blanket of darkness. There they would turn a car into a bedroom like lovers have for decades. I can’t be sure, but most likely lovers of olden days may have even used the back bench of a carriage for their lovemaking setting.

It got me thinking. I was lucky my lover — he a married man — didn’t mind our own love nests, like my apartment or a local motel. For quickies, we were just like the young lovers, we didn’t mind being contortionists and making love in one of our trusty automobiles. For many reasons I’ve always liked being a little adventurous, and if that sense of adventure led be to a secluded yet semi-public setting for sex, so be it.

We lowered our voices and speculated on the “unusual” — that’s his word, not mine — places we had sampled each other’s sexual talents over our three-year relationship. Yes, we’d regularly do it in the car, but over time Daniel would convince me to become more adventuresome in our relationship. We performed our sexual escapades in numerous places, locations which made my friends blush.

One of his favorites was in the stairwells of mall parking lots, in between floors with the door closed above and below so that an intruder would be heard in advance of his or her spying eyes catching us doing some type of wild thing. We had also messed around in a dark, cramped closet at a local library and braved the elements outdoors in a national park. Our most risky might have been the quick blowjob I gave him in a dressing room at Sears just minutes after the store opened. While there was nobody around at first, I heard women walking past and conversing with each other just feet away from us. Luckily, I had gotten him to shoot off quickly, and we were able to slip away without being caught.

Conversely, on one occasion we were caught in the act by several women when we got it on in a rest room during a rock concert. It didn’t faze the three girls at all, as they were, well, drunk and more interested in using the facilities than watching our lovemaking. They actually clapped at our activities before leaving.

Yes, we had led an adventurous love life, and those semi-public sex escapades were not only physically hot but also mentally. I had used my trusty hairbrush on numerous occasions thinking about our lovemaking sessions and often wondered if we’d ever be able to lara escort best whatever last session we had.

I met Daniel when I worked at the fast food restaurant he managed. He was a good boss, gave us a little leeway on breaks and hours worked, and I missed him when he was transferred to another store.

It was purely by accident when we met at Target, he looking for some jewelry for his wife, me shopping for a new watch. We shared coffees at Starbucks and went our separate ways, but that night I used my trusty hairbrush to satisfy my sexual urges, using Daniel as the poster boy for manhood.

He was quite attractive, as he looked distinguished yet had an air or youth. He was in his mid-40s and regularly worked out, something he reminded me I should do more of…the creep.

Not that I am obese or anything, at 5-5, my 128 pound, 23-year-old frame carries my long brown hair and brown eyes well.

As luck would have it Daniel ran into me at Wendy’s one day at lunchtime. Little did I know he had been waiting for me, as I’d mentioned I ate at the restaurant a couple times each week. I was surprised, but pleased, that we met. I asked how his wife Wendy — how ironic is that? — was, and he quizzed me of my recent dates.

At that time I hadn’t been seeing anyone special, not since being dumped by Jason several weeks before.

Throughout lunch I caught Daniel sneaking glances at my chest on several occasions, and after a while decided to have some fun with the guy. Sort of give an old guy a thrill.

I excused myself and went to the rest room, returning with my mini-skirt hiked a little higher. He gentlemanly stood as I reached the table, and I couldn’t help but laugh as his eyes glued themselves to an expanse of thigh which was revealed when I snuggled into my seat.

“Mr. Dawson! You are being a little obvious,” was my stern comment. “Don’t hurt yourself looking…”

Busted, Daniel blushed like the child caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

“It’s just you are, well, so beautiful!” stammered the man old enough to be my father.

I waved off his comments. “It’s okay, it’s okay, I was just kidding you.”

While he was embarrassed at being caught, it didn’t stop him from staring at places other than my eyes over the next few minutes. It was kind of cute, actually, and I really enjoyed having some control over the married man.

In any event, he went to get his car washed and I went back to work with a smile on my face…all the while wondering if I’d get the chance to tease the man more in the future. Little did I know it would be sooner than I thought as later that afternoon my phone rang and Mr. Dawson’s voice brought a smile to my eyes.

“You left your umbrella at Wendy’s, and if you want I could drop it off after work.”

That sounded like a deal, and we agreed to meet at 5:30 that cool winter evening. Honest, nothing was planned, but for some reason I jumped into his waiting car when I left the high rise office where I worked. My skirt had revealed an expanse of thigh when I sat down, something Mr. Dawson dutifully noted. I took the umbrella he handed me, and asked him to drive me to my car just two rows away.

He did, pulling into a space besides my car, and I did the unthinkable. I kissed him on the cheek and thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

“If I knew I was going to get a kiss I would have bought you a new umbrella and said this one was lost,” joked the man many years my senior.

I smiled, and, well, something came over me. I bent toward the man and planted a slow kiss on his open mouth. We held the pose for a few seconds before he broke the kiss, serik escort bringing a look of disappointment to my face. “If we’re going to do that, maybe I should drive to the back of the lot.”

He looked at me, as if waiting to be dismissed. I just smiled, and he took the hint. He drove away from the front of the building and around back. He pulled into a space along the back of the lot, well away from any other vehicles and guarded from two sides by bushes.

Turning toward me, he smiled and pulled me toward him. Without any hesitation I leaned over and soon we were kissing like teenagers. I have to admit it was quite exciting knowing I was attractive to this mature specimen. I loved it when he kissed my neck, and when he did that in tandem with massaging my breast, well, I was smitten. His hand snaked inside my blouse and he caressed my breast, first, on top of my bra and then on bare skin after lifting the bra off and above my breasts.

“Umm,” I cooed, enjoying the sensation. “Don’t stop, it’s perfect.”

Daniel’s soft fingers danced on my nipples, first one then the other. All the while he kept kissing my neck. Even in the dark I noticed his excitement below, and I reached down to caress his cock over his pants, an action which brought a sigh to his throat.

“Mr. Dawson, I think something needs to be unleashed,” I said, smiling at my feeble attempt at humor. Then, seriously, I added, “What about your wife?”

He didn’t miss a beat. The look on his face was priceless, and he murmured something like, “Just do it, please, take it out.”

I unzipped his pants and slowly reached into his boxers, taking a firm grip on his manhood. I stroked it, slowly and then a little faster as I watched it grow.

“Is this for me?”

“Yes,” was his only reply.

Feeling guilty, I mean, he was married, I began pulling away, but I stopped and continued stroking him before I felt his hand gently pushing my head down.

Well, I am sure his wife might have objected to this course of action, but if he didn’t mind, neither did I!

I lowered my head and kissed the tip of his hardening cock, then tongued round and round the mushroom shaped crown. That brought a few moans from above, so I figured I was doing something right.

I once had a guy tell me there’s never a bad blow job, but I learned long ago never to let anything go to chance when working on a guy’s cock. Once I thought I had given a masterful beejay only to learn from a girlfriend who heard from her boyfriend that Thad, the guy I had blown the previous week, that I had nipped his precious cock with my teeth.

It’s funny how Thad had never mentioned anything being amiss when I was sucking his dick. As I remember it, he was calling me a great cocksucker while I vacuumed the sticky sauce from his manhood. That was the last time he had me in that situation.

Practice makes perfect, I thought, as I slowly alternated licks between sucks of Mr. Dawson’s tasty cock. It couldn’t have been more than five-and-a-half inches in length, but what it lacked in one area it was more than ample in another. He had to be four inches around. I mean, it was working to oval my mouth around the whole sausage.

Still I was up to the task, and my licks graduated to a slow, sensuous, wet, loud gripping of his dick with my lips. I started at the tip and slowly sucked more and more of his dick into my mouth by manipulating my lips. The groans from the man told me all I needed to know about whether he liked it or not.

I had only gone up and down his cock a few times when I felt his hand grasp my head and hold it steady. About four inches of dick was planted antalya escort in my mouth, and I merely tightened and loosened my lips, keeping it in position.

“Robyn, I’m going to cum. You can pull it out!” gasped the man.

Not today, buster, I had worked hard for his nectar, and I wasn’t going to have it splash all over his car when my mouth and tummy wanted it dearly. Maybe wifey didn’t swallow, but this girl does.

“Oh, jeez, Robyn, it’s great,” were the famous last words of the man before his cock erupted its seed inside my hot, willing oral cave. “YES!”

For an older guy he had a lot of pent-up sperm which needed to be unleashed from his sack. He spurted several hard shots before releasing a bit more of the tangy sauce. I swallowed while continuing to suck his shrinking dick, finally looking up at the man who was gazing down in awe.

Smiling, I licked the tip of his cock before rising into the passenger seat.

Daniel started to say something, but I waved him off.

“Be quiet. Just kiss me…now.”

This was my ultimate test of whether I might have seconds one day with the guy. There are a lot of men who won’t kiss their women after a blow job, and that’s their prerogative. For me, though, it’s a definite step toward never having my lips on their dicks again. My feeling is that if the cocksucking is good enough for me to have to swallow the demon seed, then the least a guy can do is kiss the lips that performed the magic.

Not only did Mr. Dawson kiss me, but we French-kissed, swapping spit and, yes, the residual effects of his cum, for several minutes.

Um, this wasn’t to be a one-nighter. Me think there will be more where that came from.

Over the next several months Daniel and I secretively met and out lovemaking advanced from blow jobs to full blown sexual escapades, although oral sex was a big part of our repertoire. And while we did the deed in the bedroom, our best rendezvous had to be of the semi-public variety. Not open enough to get caught, but risqué enough that we both were taken to a higher plateau.

The man surely enjoyed being adventurous, like the time we were walking in a park along a passenger railroad in the early evening. We heard the whistle of an oncoming train, and he pulled me close, kissed me, then pushed me down onto my knees. I got the picture, and, looking around to make sure the coast was clear, reached into his pants and pulled out his manhood.

Licking the tip, I heard the train whistle once more, closer this time. I began sucking his cock in earnest, tasting his hardness which had risen to full mast in mere seconds.

“Oh, Robyn, don’t stop…yes, that’s good…here comes the train…more, keep sucking me…it’s a passenger train…oh that feels so good…the engineer sees us Robyn, keep sucking…this is unbelievable…there are passengers…they can see us…oh I’m cumming.”

I looked away from his short hairs and toward the track, holding his dick in my mouth, and observed the train pulling away. I have no way of knowing if people saw us, only Daniel’s description. But he swears the driver and at least some passengers had to have seen our frolic. All I know is the man fired his cum with less than two minutes of help from my mouth, so it had to have been fantastic for him.

Walking back to the car I had a huge smile upon my face, and I could swear every one who walked past us knew what we had been up to. When we got back to his car he kissed me and smiled.

“That was great, Robyn, that was fantastic.”

Daniel drove me back to my car.

“See you soon honey. I gotta go and get my car washed before I head home,” said the man.

“Oh, maybe I could join you some day at the car wash,” I joked. “That would be a nice cheap date.”

At the time I didn’t know how accurate my little attempt at levity had been.

To be continued…

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Takeoff

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are closing the cabin door. Please place your belongings in the overhead compartment or under the seat in front of you….”

I didn’t hear anymore. I was sitting in First Class, courtesy of the studio I was consulting for on a film with a lot of pleasure boating in it, actually it was pleasure boat exploding – a drug flick. Somebody from the manufacturer I had done some pretty successful consulting for had recommended me when the film’s Producer had called looking for an advisor. I owed my client for that one. This had been terrific duty, despite the long hours and exhaustion. I had learned a lot, met some actors, some plastic and some genuine people, and added some terrific connections to my address book, and some unique experience and references to my resume. Life could be good. If I’d gotten laid, it would have been even better, that is if could have stayed awake long enough to cum.

“Sir!”

The touch on my left arm could not have been from the flight attendant. I was in the left aisle seat. It had to be the woman with the nice tits beside me. Hmm, I hadn’t consciously observed them. Okay, I’ll come back to earth for her. “Sorry?”

“I think you need to stow that bag.” She said, looking at the Targus leather computer bag at my feet. We were sitting in the first row. Actually, though I didn’t tell her so, I was thinking of switching seats. Of the four pairs of First Class seats on the plane, one pair was unoccupied – a great place for me to sleep through the trip. And I was sure the woman wouldn’t mind, getting her own pair seats as a result.

I looked at my bag, then up at the wall before me, and rose to put the damn thing in the overhead. Rules, always with the rules.

“Please, let me help you,” this voice was different, and from my right. The flight attendant insisted on taking the bag from me and putting it gently into the overhead rack above. The big smile, with just a twitch of one eye told me something more was meant by her civility. I smiled back and thanked her. As usual, I felt the increasing cabin pressure as the plane ramped it up to a constant equaling eight thousand feet for the flight.

As I turned to sit down again, I took pains to eyeball the two other couples in First – one about the same age as me and “old” compared to the younger couple, probably in their early twenties. They all seemed to be quite comfortable in their skin as well as their seats, so I assumed they were frequent First Class travelers. When I looked back to my seat, I couldn’t help but notice my seatmate staring up at me. I smiled at her too. This was becoming a very happy flight.

“Thanks,” I said to her, hoping to start a conversation.

“You’re welcome,” She responded, not wanting one to stop.

This was too good to be true. She appeared to be slightly younger than my 38 years, but well maintained. I guessed the wife of a wealthy Hollywood type, off on a junket to New York. “You sit here often?”

The line was so corny, she chuckled and said, “Not usually with such good company. Hi. I’m Valerie.” She held out her right hand, face up.

I clasped it in my left hand and said, “Mitch.” In the millisecond my muscles began to retract the appendage, I felt her wrap her fingers around three of mine, as many as she grab before they were gone, and grip me tight enough to let me know I was not to pull away.

“I hope you don’t mind, Mitch,” She said, smiling coyly. “Would you let me hold you, until we are safely in the air?”

With the surprise of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, only to be told to take all he wants, I froze my arm in place, took a moment to turn my head and look into her eyes and managed to say, “Not at all.” I couldn’t leave it at that though, “It’s the least I can do.”

She smiled, apparently relieved, and sat back luxuriously in the wide, stuffed leather seat, closing her eyes and smiling broadly at the insides of her eyelids. I couldn’t look away that easy. I studied her face, the high cheek bones of an actress, wide gently curved eye formation, a nose that lifted slightly at the tip, lush but not overly plump lips, and a chin proud but not prominent. Her neck was partially obscured in her long, wavy dark hair.

She had prominent shoulders that justified and proportionately supported her accentuated chest. Damn she looked hot with those meaty breasts pushing out and up. The cashmere sweater only accentuated their shape and deserved a medal from me for doing so. I thanked it silently and day dreamed of slipping my hands up underneath it.

She wore a skirt of somewhat similar material, slightly darker to set off her curvy hips and beckoning thighs. The bodrum escort hem rode several inches above her stocking clad knees. I couldn’t see much further.

When I looked back to her face, I found her right eye open slightly and the pupil pointing directly at me – busted. I quickly looked at my knees and rubbed them, realizing as I did that my pants were tenting.

She said nothing for several seconds, and I dared not look at her again until she did.

Yeah, right. Like I have that much will power. I turned to face her and apologize, but she was staring at the bulge in my pants. No mistake about it, she was breathing deeply.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. This is Captain Richard Lassiter, and I want to brief you….”

I didn’t hear a word of it. The woman was behaving badly. I mean she was fucking horny kind of bad! She gripped my fingers tightly and said, “I don’t think I ever looked forward to one of these late flights like I do this one.” Her eyes came up and met mine and she licked her lips, slowly.

The world was on edge. History was in the making. I was going to score on a flight across the country, join the seven mile high club, and for once I won’t even try to sleep on the redeye. Scratch the empty seats. Life was good right here.

On our way to thirty-seven thousand feet, and orange and a tomato juices later, she still held my fingers in hers. What blew my mind however, was her slow but deliberate extensions, pulling my fingers forward, then pulling them back, as if she were jerking them off. I didn’t dare wish for a similar action on my cock, and yet it was clear that was exactly the thought she wanted running through my head. I squirmed again in my seat.

“Would you excuse me a moment?” She said suddenly, letting go of my hand, and pressing down on my cock for balance, and rising from her seat.

I said, “Sure,” and began to rise to let her out.

“No, no,” She said, “I can get by.” She did, but slowly, and pulling her hand off my crotch only when she had to. Her move was so bold I felt both thrilled and nervous. I looked across the aisle at the twenties couple and both were looking right at me, she by the window leaning forward with no effort to hide her staring. They smiled.

I smiled back and turned toward my center console as if to look for something, wondering how long they would stare. My dick however had mind of its own. That glorious woman was in the forward head, probably doing something related to seducing me, hopefully, and I was going to have to deal with the idea of overt sexual activity right there in my First Class seat. Movement caught my left eye.

Oh great! The other couple behind me, who I could see through the narrow slit between mine and the mystery woman’s seat backs, were making out. We hadn’t had dinner yet. The lights were all still on. One couple was making out, another, us, was playing footsie, and the third, the youngun’s in the right seats, were getting an education. This was going to be one highly unusual flight.

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Valerie had indeed freshened up, not that she’d needed it. She looked ready for whatever social event she was likely to attend in any city in the world. It was then that I noticed the rock on her left ring finger. Hell, it was the size of a marble. I held my ground this time as she stepped by me, both hands on my shoulders presumably for support. She did manage however to force me to spread my knees apart so she could pass one at a time.

She smelled terrific. There was musk, and sweetness at the same time. This woman knew how to get her man. She smiled that wide grin again, the kind of look actresses had to have to please the camera. Her hair was perfect, fluffed yet every strand in place, including the small gathering that curved forward to cover her right eye.

“Good evening again,” The voice came from some other world. “Tonight we are serving your choice of filet mignon, Chilean Seabass (she pronounced it chil-A-en), and Cordon Bleu….”

I didn’t hear the rest. I’d given up and just starred at Valerie. I was in lust with another man’s wife. She was perfect. Perfect body, perfect beautiful face, perfect hair, perfect manners, and a damned sight better than perfect sexuality. She could have told me to jump off the plane and the only question I would have asked was, “Will you be there when I land?”

She said something, what was it? Oh, yes. “The fish, thank you.”

Fortunately, the attendant saw my muddled state and asked, “And for you sir? The beef?”

That was all I needed to hear. “By all means.” She took wine orders and moved on to the youngun’s across the aisle.

Valerie looked at me and said, “I don’t mind you know.”

“Mind?” I asked.

“Your staring,” She said.

That hit me like a fist. “Damn, I’m sorry. It’s just that…” I couldn’t explain it, at least didn’t want to take a chance on fucking up a promising flight.

She turgut reis escort said, “That’s okay. I seem to have that effect on men. She lifted her left hand and showed off her ring. “It has served me well.”

I loved the candor of this dreamboat of a woman, so much so I was still speechless.

“I have a surprise for you,” She said. She also looked around the cabin, as if to ensure no one could hear us.

But it wasn’t sound she was conscious of – it was sight. She picked up my left hand by those same three fingers, pulled her skirt up with her left hand, and placed my fingers directly on her melting snatch.

“Wow!” My mind shouted. “Ughhh…” my mouth gasped, and slipping and sloshing around in her absolutely sopping pussy is what my fingers did. We’d just climbed to 100,000 feet. We’d just reach Mach 10. My rocket just took off. It bounced up against my pants like a tent pole raised by elephants. It would never come down. I surely had died and gone to heaven. My temperature was rising so fast I nearly missed the approach of the attendant with our wine.

She helped both of us bring out our tables, while smirking knowingly at our clumsy recovery. In one of my many head movements back and forth to look like I was busy doing something, and not self-conscious, I saw Val wink at the attendant. What is it with women? They always seem to know something we men don’t.

I didn’t dare make eye contact with Valerie, not knowing whether I’d either crack up laughing or shrug in embarrassment. But the scent on my finger as I took my first sip of wine could not be ignored. The woman was hot. She oozed sex. I could have jumped her bones then and there and given her the fucking of her life, and something told me she wouldn’t complain a bit.

But another scent wafted up too, and I’m not talking about wine. There was sex nearby, and I knew where it was. Then the people behind us were grunting. Obviously, they had declined the drink service in favor of extra curricular activity. I couldn’t resist turning to see, when I bumped into Val’s head bent on the same mission. We pulled back laughing silently, while she twisted herself further in her seat to finally pull her right knee up enough to expose her naked pussy to my gaze. I had to drag my sight off her just long enough however, to see the action behind. I let Val look low, and I looked from above her head.

I looked back through the crack and was amazed to see the woman sitting where the man had been, next to the window. Wait, she was sitting on the man!. And her dress was up around her waist, panties crotch pulled aside, and I could just see his shaft and balls, at least that part which was not buried in her pussy. The woman looked right at Val and smiled while she didn’t miss a beat, or a plunge. Just what the hell is it with women!

The twist in my back forced me to relax back into my seat, but Valerie didn’t move, at least not in that direction. While she continued to watch our seat mates to the rear, she used her left hand to raise mine and slip it under her cashmere sweater, up to her right breast, and let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted me mauling the thing.

To a voyeur like the flight attendant who frequently looked around her corner at us, one could scarcely see my arm slinking up to my left. But the sensations shooting back to my mind from every sensor in my hand, left no doubt as to what I was up to. I wrapped my fingers around as much flesh as I could envelope and it was definitely all hers – no plastic here. The soft yet firm flesh seemed to tingle under my touch, a sensation echoed by the soft cooing of Val as I worked.

I pulled the nipple between my first and second finger and manipulated it between them while the rest of my hand worked her flesh. I was having as much fun as Val was, and apparently the attendant was too. The more this went on, the more I lost my concern about being watched. In fact, I started to like it. I found myself performing for her as she reacted.

A shadow passed between us. It was a male attendant from the Coach section, and he was signaled by our gal to join her. For a moment, I hesitated, but she looked disappointed, but smiled when I resumed my ministrations. She pulled the hand of her associate up under her shirt and indicated to him to follow my lead.

He did, with no hesitation. When his and my eyes met, there passed an entire conversation. “These women were hot, horny, desperate for some risky business.” We met the challenge gladly. He nodded almost imperceptibly back at me.

As I brought my gaze back to my immediate area, I couldn’t help but notice that the young couple across from us was doing exactly the same thing! After a moment of shock, I thought to look back between the seats and sure enough, the couple behind began to mimic our action. We were now four couples sitting or standing in First Class, on a transcontinental türkbükü escort flight to New York from Los Angeles, and in for a short night of long action. And there appeared to be no holds barred. After all, the flight attendants were in control of the plane, weren’t they?

Initial Insertion

The food nearly didn’t come, as didn’t all of us, yet, but the flight attendant broke up the party a few minutes later to deliver our meals. There were big smiles all around, introductions and some story telling like it was old home week at thirty-seven thousand feet. The whole thing was surreal to me. And yet, every time I looked at Val, the look she gave me back was one of “Just wait until you see what I’ve got in mind for you!”

I couldn’t wolf my food down fast enough.

When the dinnerware was finally cleared, the tables restored to their stored positions, Genie, the flight attendant, dimmed the lights, but I noticed did not turn them out as is usually the practice. Brad, the male attendant, came forward again through the tightly closed curtain, and joined Genie in the work area outside the bathroom. They both looked back at me.

I turned to avoid their gaze for a moment and found myself looking dumbly at Marie and Tony in the right seats. They too were staring at me. I turned mechanically and sure enough, like dogs waiting at the bowl to be fed, Patty and Will were seated behind us, looking at me for the next move. The pressure was immense.

I don’t know if I can describe the feelings that went through my system, but I’ll try. I wanted that woman in the seat next to me, badly, but I had an audience. I was self-conscious, all powerful, an actor in a porn movie, and a voyeur, not to mention taking a huge risk that someone in Coach class would come forward looking for an empty john. Little did I know at the time that Genie had turned on the “Out of Order” sign over the entrance to the First Class section.

The whole package overwhelmed me and I turned to look at Val, who was grinning, sitting almost sideways in her seat, her right knee up so high it rested against the seat back. This brought her skirt up to her waist, completely exposing her pussy, which seemed to be as eager and smiling at me as broadly as her face was.

I took one last look around to see that everyone was still watching, and saw that the women had already assumed as close a similar pose as they could. Ready, I slipped one hand down on Val’s mound.

For several minutes, I simply massaged the entire area, paying particular attention to ensuring I was constantly applying moving pressure to her clitoris, usually with the heel of the palm of my hand. The power I was wielding over her, evidenced by her uninhibited moaning, stirring and gasping, could not be ignored. There were times that I could close my eyes and visualize what the scene looked like, four couples all doing the same thing. People who’d never met before and were suddenly naked playing with each other’s genitals in an extremely public place. At least, that’s the image I had, given what I’d seen of the rest of my ship mates so far. Finally, I could bear the suspense no longer and I looked around to see if that was the case.

The attendants were standing, Genie’s closest leg propped up on a cubby in the work area bulkhead, her skirt completely up around her waist, with Brad down on his knees to accommodate performing my actions on her. Genie’s eyes were intermittently rolling back in her head, then looking back at us for guidance. My cock pulsed strongly. Where had this all started? Why were they all following me?

The younin’s were at it as well. Tony had Marie propped up on their center console for better access, but his action was patently following mine. They smiled at me.

Patty and Will behind us were mimicking our action exactly. Patty’s pussy was wide open, and Will’s hand was smothering it one moment, then pulling away the next, until Patty pulled a few of her vaginal muscles enough to trigger her man’s resumption of duty. He was teasing her. She didn’t seem to mind.

The whole scene was as surreal as ever, and yet so uninhibited and full of risk I shuddered in delight and rotated my hand a hundred and eighty degrees to allow first one, and then another finger to enter Val’s slit while maintaining palm pressure on her clit. She winced with pleasure and pulled my head down to her tits. So much for watching everyone else.

I was blown away again by how wet she was. There was no doubt her expensive cashmere skirt was getting wet underneath. My fingers slid in and out so easily I couldn’t help but visualize what it was going to feel like to get my cock in that hole.

What was I thinking! We’re on an airplane seven miles above the earth! There’s a hundred or more people behind us. There’s nothing between them and us but a flimsy curtain. Hell, they could probably smell the sex wafting back through to them.

While I guiltily continued to wallow in this aromatic escapade of sexual exploration, I found my other hand manipulating her other breast. I don’t know how or when it got there, but I must have trained it well for it was echoing my earlier action on her other side. Val was lying back against the seat and window with her head back and mouth open. She was already in heaven. I smiled at my work.

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When I came to, I was laying on a comfortable couch with my head on someone’s lap. This lap was covered in a red skirt that led up to a crisp white button-up blouse that introduced the angelic face of…oh wait, its Bridget!

“Bridget,” I groaned as I rubbed my head. “where the hell am I?” Taking in as much of the surroundings as I can, I noticed we were next to a fireplace with a furry rug between us and it.

“I’m glad you’re awake,” She stroked my hair as she rubbed my stomach. “I brought you to my house. You slept like a baby all through the night.”

I stirred. “Wa-wait! Your place? How…” I tried to rise but Bridget brought me back down to her lap.

“Let me explain. My mother’s a doctor, I brought you here to have her take a look at you after you got hit in the head with a volleyball, since my place was closer than any hospital.” Bridget kissed my forehead. “It was more from the landing that put you out rather the ball. Mom said you don’t have a concussion, and that you just needed some rest. You were more stressed than anything else. She was even cool enough to let you stay over so long as I looked after you.”

A whole new wave of affection flowed through me towards Bridget. “I see, that was awfully generous of your mother. I will be sure to return the favor next time I see her.”

Bridget grinned. “Oh there is no need for that Avery. My mom was very appreciative of the eyeful you gave her as she thoroughly examined you. So we will just consider that payment.”

I was a bit confused. That’s when I looked myself up and down and remembered that I was still naked! My face turned burgundy in Bridget’s lap as I cupped my open manhood. “Wh-why am I still naked?!”

Bridget just shrugged. “Mom said it would be easier to examine you for bodily damage this way. Like I said, she’s a doctor, so don’t be so upset she’s used to seeing naked guys. Just hasn’t had one as handsome as you in a while.”

“You could have at least thrown a blanket on me!”

“I had one on you earlier but you were looking really hot, so I took it off. Don’t want that temperature of yours to get too high.”

Too late. My face was already burning.

As I was beginning to collect myself, my mind was whirling with what happened to me while I was unconscious. A strange woman I don’t even know (doctor or otherwise) and never seen before had her way with my body while I was out. “Did anything else happen to me while I was down?”

Bridget took a moment to think. “Well, I needed help carrying you to my car after you got hit. Thankfully, the volleyball team came rushing over after they knocked you out by accident. They were pretty eager to help out. I guess they felt bad for hitting you.”

Oh great. An entire team of girls got a hold of my nude body without my knowing. What did they see? What did they touch? I had to assume everything as my own imagination tormented me.

“Oh God, what am I going to do about today’s class?” I covered my face with my hands, momentarily forgetting I was returning the view of my genitals to Bridget.

“Don’t worry Professor Finn, we took care of everything for you.” A familiar voice spoke.

I parted my hands from my face to see Scarlet and Ingrid towering over as I lie naked in Bridget’s lap. My face flushed as I moved to cover up my genitals once again. “Girls?! What are you doing here?” I exclaimed.

“We heard about kocaeli escort your accident and thought we could help out.” Ingrid fluttered her eyelashes.

“So we called up the whole class to come here for the lesson instead.” Scarlet added.

My heart sounded like a helicopter. “Everyone? Is coming here?!”

“No, not everyone could make it.”

I breathed a small sigh of relief.

“Most of the guys couldn’t make the trip. But all the girls said that they could make it; which is pretty much most of the class anyway.” Yes…it was…great…

“Are they on their way here?” I sat up still cupping my balls, reluctantly leaving the comfort of Bridget’s lap.

“Actually,” Scarlet checked her watch. “They should be here any second now.”

As if on cue, there was a knock coming from the front door.

“Oh wow, speak of the devil.” Scarlet walked towards the door.

“Wait! Don’t let them in!” I stood up from the couch one hand outstretched towards Scarlet as if to stop her from answering the door while the other remained over my privates. My whole class has already seen me in my underwear, I could not bare to have them see me stark naked like Sands’ class.

“Don’t worry Prof. I might have something for you to wear.” Ingrid left the room to go fetch something but Scarlet kept walking towards the front door. She wasn’t stopping. I leaped over the couch, my dick waved around as I landed in a crouch and made a sprint for Scarlet.

Too late.

Her hand was already on the door handle waiting for me to get close enough so she could fling it right open.

Sunlight poured into the entryway as the big wide door opened to more than a dozen familiar faces, each one taking in the unexpected sight of their totally exposed college professor. There was a collective gasp and shameful palms pressing against open mouths as these girls who were learning Pythagorean theorem from me the other day were now in a front row seat to see my penis.

I froze in that moment. Both parties involved were stunned by what they saw. They looked at me, and I looked at them looking at me. I could feel the blush spreading all across my skin as my mind jumbled with what I was going to do now. We just continued to stare at each other until one girl with frizzy hair and purple glasses spoke up from the crowd.

“Dang, teacher! So that’s what you were packing beneath those shorts this whole time. Nice!” Her comment broke the spell of silence that fell over everyone. My students began laughing, pointing, and whistling their delight at seeing their least favorite teacher stand naked in front of them. I finally regained enough sense to cover up my junk with my hands. I lowered my head and crossed my legs to maintain at least a fraction of modesty. The young women came flooding in at the sign of my notable embarrassment. They surrounded me and swarmed me as they got enough courage to start touching me.

“Aw, what are you so afraid of Professor Finn? Trust me, you got nothing to be ashamed of down there.”

“I want to see it again! I want to wrap both my hands around it just to see how many inches stick out.”

“Oh professor! You have the firmest ass I have ever seen…or felt.”

“Oh my gosh, that blush on your face is so cute Professor Finn. I just love seeing you like this!”

“I wish my boyfriend were this ripped. gölcük escort I just can’t stop touching him! Someone stop me…no wait! Don’t stop me, I am loving this too much.”

“So the only redeeming part about you is your body, huh? Do you stay in shape to make up for your crap personality?”

“Yummy! Lets forget about math today, I want to study anatomy!”

Hands trailed over me like spiders examining every inch of my nudity. My rear end was groped and fondled, fingers played with my hardened nipples, palms caressed my thighs and calves. My molesters even tried to pull apart my arms to uncover my goods but I held on as best as I could. Some of the girls became audacious enough to start giving me kisses all over my face, my chest, my legs, even my butt! One girl whose face I can’t recall actually leaned in and bit my ear. I quivered at the overstimulating attention my body was taking. My flesh erupted in goosebumps and I could feel my johnson growing in my hands from arousal.

I finally worked up enough nerve to bark a protest but Bridget beat me to it, “Alright everyone, save some of that skin for later. We got a class to finish up for midterms. Then we can have some fun playing with the teacher.” The class stepped back from me but remained close. Scarlet came in pushing a whiteboard with some markers with Ingrid following from behind.

“Good news Professor Finn,” Ingrid was carrying something with her. “I found something for you to wear.”

Ingrid was carrying what looked like a long-sleeved lavender colored button-up shirt that was made of silk and a pair of red briefs. Ingrid tossed her load over the crowd and they fluttered down to my feet. I picked up the underwear with one hand and examined them. The briefs had a black waistband, two yellow lightning bolts aiming towards the crotch, and the words, ‘Shock Value’, were printed on the backside.

“Are you fucking serious!? I am not wearing this filth! This looks like the kind of thing a child would wear…or Rorke!” Ingrid frowned at my objection.

“Well,” one of the girls surrounding me, Amy I believed her name was, pulled out her phone. “If you want to teach us naked, I have no objections. This will make a great memory.” A twinge of fear possessed me as I realized what she was doing by readying her camera. I hurriedly stepped into the briefs, giving the girls a final look at my junk to which they applauded and hooted. I just barely managed to get the elastic waistband around my hips right when the flash went off. I was covered, but now Amy had a picture of me red-faced in ridiculous red underwear. “This will still make a charming memory.”

“Delete that picture immediately!” I shouted as I picked up the silk shirt; thrusting an arm into it.

Amy shook her head as I put my remaining arm through the last sleeve. “That will depend on how today’s class will go.” What did she mean by that?

Anyway, I wasn’t going to be bullied into offering anyone special treatment. So I stomped towards the whiteboard and picked up a marker to start writing on it furiously. “Alright everyone, class will resume regularly here as it does on campus, Spartan style!” I turned to face them all, slamming my hand against the equation I had just written on the board. “If you don’t like it, go learn somewhere else!” I expected the usual groans, protests, izmit sınırsız escort maybe even dismissal at my declaration but instead I was met with moderate applause and cheering. At this point, I think I was just a sideshow to them. I had a faint blush on my face as Bridget came over to me with my glasses. She placed them on my face as she looked me up and down and smiled. I figured now would be a good time to button up my shirt. As the class observed me buttoning up, I turned to Ingrid. “I don’t suppose you have any pants to go with this outfit do you?”

“Sorry, I gave the last pair of the pants that I made to Rorke.”

Of course she did.

Much to my chagrin, the rest of the class proceeded more like a study party rather than a lecture. Not that they weren’t learning anything. Whenever I wrote something on the board they paid attention and whenever I asked a question they would answer correctly. It was just the attitude among my students had changed. They would boldly speak among themselves whether I chastised them for it or not, they would always converse with me with smiles and giggles instead of annoyance and contempt, and they would wander all over the house getting food from the kitchen and even offered me something to eat; to which I declined. It was quite clear that any fear and resentment I had worked so hard into my students had been replaced by humor and a desire to tease. What the hell happened?!

As I walked around the room where the students lackadaisically placed themselves as I checked their work, the girls seized whatever opportunity they could to stroke my bare thighs or pat me on the butt. I would always confront them by yelling my disapproval but the perpetrators would just laugh it off. Yelling no longer has any effect. Two of the girls even sneaked up behind me and yanked my briefs down to my ankles. The class hollered in delight as I pulled them back up with a humiliated look on my burning face.

“Look at him all bashful, he is so adorable!”

“Yeah, how did I not know he was this cute?”

“Because he was always such a huge prick to us.”

“I think he makes up for it with his own huge prick.”

“Oh, look at him blush I just want to go over there and hug him!”

“I want to do more than just hug.”

“It would be cool if I could just get in a little spanking!”

I tried as best as I could to ignore their loud whispering. When class finally ended I was actually relieved. Everyone took a turn saying goodbye to me personally either by flirting, winking, or blowing kisses. It was hard to tell at this point whether or not I was still their least favorite teacher or their most favorite teacher by now. As everyone departed the house, Bridget stayed behind to give me my horrific reminder.

“Remember Avery, you still have to model for Delia’s class after this.”

Oh right, the day wasn’t over. I pouted.

Bridget kissed me on the cheek, “I do have some good news love. I called Delia while you were under, she’ll allow you to change over in the gym. That way you wont have to walk around half the campus naked again.”

It was a small comfort but I was glad Bridget was trying to help me. “Thank you.” Without thinking I placed a small kiss on her soft lips and then backed away flustered.

(What are you doing Avery? Stop forgetting that she’s a student!)

“Ahem,” I straightened the collar on my shirt. The silk actually felt pretty comfortable against my skin. “We should be going now. I will drive us as close as we can get to the gymnasium.” I grabbed her by the hand and strode right out the door. I did not dare turn around to see what kind of face she was making. All I knew was how tightly and warmly she clasped my hand.

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The week started off like any other week with one difference. I couldn’t wait to finish work and go clothes shopping!

Now being a typical guy, I hate any kind of shopping as a rule but this was different.

I felt I had to buy some sexy designer underwear. Most of my boxers were pretty boring and mostly black. Now I think about it, all my boxers were black.

Time to get something bright, bold and skimpy? This was new territory for me. I usually buy plain, comfortable boring boxers. Well, all my clothes are plain, comfortable and boring!

5pm couldn’t come soon enough but when it did, I found myself jumping in my car and heading to the shopping centre.

Being a Monday it wasn’t too busy in the car park and I easily found a space, got my ticket and headed inside.

Now where do I go? I avoided the big stores and found myself in a small menswear store. They didn’t seem to have much in the way of underwear, just a couple of shelves with a variety of coloured boxers.

Apart from the colours, they still seemed a bit boring so I left empty handed.

I don’t know if you’ve ever tried to shop for sexy boxer shorts on the high street but, believe me it’s not easy.

I must have visited every shop there and had almost resigned myself to wearing a pair of my plain old boring black ones I’d had for years. Then I took a chance and walked into a big supermarket that had a clothing section upstairs.

Here we are. Right at the back of the shop. A few pairs of what looked and felt like silk boxers. Nothing particularly revealing, just red and black silky boxers. I grabbed a couple of pairs, paid at the checkout and walked briskly back to my car feeling very pleased with myself.

30 minutes later I was sitting in my front room, feet up wearing only a pair of my new sexy, silky boxers with a stiff one in my hand (a glass of brandy).

Now I know why women love silk lingerie. My cock was throbbing as soon as I put the boxers on.

I reached for my phone and took a couple of photo’s of my now tented boxers and sent them to my new friend for her approval.

I got a message back a couple of minutes later saying ‘very nice, will have to see what they look like on the night xx Jill.’

It had never even crossed my mind that I didn’t know her name, but was arranging to serve her and her friends with next to nothing on.

Funny how names don’t seem important when your cock rules your head!

I’d best get these boxers off then or I’ll be shooting my load in them the way they feel on me. I didn’t bother getting dressed, I just sat down at my laptop and started surfing for porn.

I soon found a nice CFNM website and started reading the stories.

I was cuming like a horse in no time and decided to clean up and go for a shower.

The next few days and nights were pretty uneventful with just a couple of messages going back and forth. Jill kept checking to see if I was really going to go through with my serving duties for her and her friends.

I must admit that as the week went on I started to have second thoughts but Jill knew just how to keep me interested with her encouraging texts.

Saturday soon came around and Jill sent me an early morning text with her address and a time to be there for.

My heart was pounding as I read it and all I could think of texting back was ok.

A text came back ‘Don’t let me down tonight, the girls are really looking forward to this.’ I swallowed hard and sent back ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be there as promised.’

The day went far too quickly for my liking and as I stepped out of the shower and dried myself off, I wondered if I really wanted to do this.

I didn’t put my new boxers on as I thought it best if I got changed there, so folded them up and put them in my pocket.

The time was 7:15. Be there for 8 Jill said and it was a half an hour drive so I set off.

I reached her house at 7:45 parked at the side of the garage, like Jill had instructed and sat open mouthed at the sheer size of this place. This wasn’t a house, it was a mansion.

Still time to back out but my cock had other ideas as it twitched at the thought of wearing my sexy silky boxers all night.

I jumped out of my car and rang the doorbell.

As the door opened Jill greeted me with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I took a moment to check her out and I wasn’t disappointed. She looked very nice in person and she had a body to die for. Her dress was tight and clung to her ample curves. I say ample but I mean ample in all the right places and showing a nice bit of cleavage.

I stepped inside and she closed the door behind me.

She led the way to the lounge and asked me to sit down next to her.

“I wasn’t sure if you would come or not,” she said. I told her I’d had second thoughts but curiosity got the better of me and so here I was.

“Well I think we had better lay down a few rules if we’re all going to make the most of this evening,” she said.

I thought, how many rules could there be? I’m bodrum escort bayan serving dinner to a couple of women in my boxers.

“Right, first and foremost you must do what I ask of you.

Second, refer to myself and my guests as ma’am.

Third, I or my guests might get a little frisky as the evening goes on. We may get a bit touchy feely if you know what I mean.” I just sat there nodding my head. “On no account must you pull away or pull our hands away, understand?’

I just nodded again.

“I think you mean to say, yes ma’am” she said and I found myself repeating the words after her.

“Time to get changed, you can do that here” I just looked blankly at her. “Quickly,” she said “My guests will be arriving in 15 minutes and you are to greet them at the door.”

I folded my clothes in a neat pile as I took them off, then slid my old black boxers off as Jill watched. She handed me an apron, picked up my pile of clothes and carried them away. “Excuse me ma’am, my silk boxers are in my trouser pocket,” I said. Jill just raised a hand and waved it saying “Oh, I don’t think you will be needing those” and walked off with my clothes.

I put the apron on and it just about covered all the important parts apart from my bum. I was feeling very exposed as I tied a bow around the small of my back.

Jill came back and had me spin around for her. She complimented me on keeping in shape and said she particularly like the shape of my bum.

Ding Dong!

“Hurry now and show my guests into the lounge, don’t forget to address them as ma’am and offer them a drink from the bar in the corner.”

“Yes ma’am” I said as I went to answer the door.

I opened the door and there stood two ladies, I’d guess in their mid sixties. One a bit tubby in a long flowing skirt and button up blouse. The other very slim wearing a light white cotton dress buttoned from top to bottom, almost to her ankles.

“Good evening ladies, please step inside.” The slim lady giggled and the tubby lady just looked at me and tutted!

As it was a warm evening, neither wore a coat and I found my eyes being drawn to the slim lady’s nipples and I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. My cock twitched as I ogled her. She definitely caught me and smiled as she walked past me.

Tubby was wearing a bra as there was no way she could just rely on gravity to hold those melons up! She caught me looking too and shot me an icy stare!

They both wandered through to the lounge as I closed the front door and followed.

“May I offer you both a drink?” I asked.

Slim asked for a red wine and Tubby asked for white. As I walked past them to the bar I heard a gasp, then a bit of whispering as they caught sight of my bare bum.

I poured the drinks and served them on a tray as the doorbell rang again.

Ding Dong!

I walked out of the lounge and into the hall to answer the door again.

I opened the door to another two women, very pretty looking, probably mid fifties and twins! I bet they broke a few hearts between them in the past.

Both slim but curvy. One in a red mid thigh length dress, the other matching but in black. All I could think of was Wow!

“Good evening ladies,” I said just about audibly. “Please do come in.”

They both made their way to the lounge hips swaying so sexily. My cock was starting to get very interested!

I followed those two swaying hips to the lounge and was caught by Tubby again and got the icy stare for the second time in less than 10 minutes.

“May I offer you both a drink?”

“Vodka and Tonic please,” the twins said in unison so I turned and walked towards the bar. I could hear even more whispering now and I felt my face flush as I brought these two pretty twins their drinks.

At that moment, Jill walked in and greeted her friends with a hug and peck on both cheeks.

“This is Joe, our servant for this evening, Joe, this is Tracy (Tubby), Susan (Slim), Jane and June (the twins).”

“So what do you think girls?” Jill said as she walked towards me.

The twins looked me up and down, smiled and said “very nice.” Susan smiled and winked at me. Tracy, well she just gave me that icy stare!

“I’ll have a white wine please Joe,” Jill said to me. As I turned towards the bar I felt a hard slap on my bum. “Didn’t you forget to say something Joe?” “Sorry ma’am, yes ma’am,” I said as I hurried off to get her drink to the sound of all five women giggling.

As I returned red faced with Jill’s drink, Susan said “Oh look, his face is the same colour as his bum,” at which point they all laughed except Tracy, but I thought I detected a slight smile as she stared at me.

Jill told them all to go through to the dining room and asked me to follow her to the kitchen. I dutifully followed and automatically said “yes ma’am” to avoid another slap.

When we reached the kitchen Jill reached down and gently rubbed my bum saying how sorry she was, but had to make a bit of bitez escort a show. I said it was ok, just a bit unexpected that was all.

My cock was starting to enjoy the attention my bum was getting and Jill couldn’t help but notice the front of my apron twitching.

Her other hand immediately went under the front of the apron and she wrapped her fingers around my very fast growing erection!

“I think we need to do something about keeping you like this tonight,” she said and produced a little blue pill.

“Is that what I think it is ma’am?”

“Yes Joe,” she said as she popped it in my mouth.

“It will take about half an hour to work, so keep it hard discretely till then please.” She then let go of my throbbing cock and started showing me around the kitchen, explaining what needed to be served and when.

I couldn’t imagine having to discretely keep my cock hard after Jill’s expert caress!

She opened the kitchen door, turned her head towards me and said, “First course now please Joe, and be quick about it.” I made a point of raising my voice to say yes ma’am for the benefit of her dinner guests and got on with dishing up the starter.

I served Jill first and as I did she placed her hand on my bare bum and gave it a little squeeze. All eyes were on me as she sat there fondling me and my cock stood to attention under my apron.

I swear I saw Tracy lick her lips as I stood there.

A little pat on the bum and Jill sent me off to get the other starters.

Susan was next and as I served her she just stared at the front of my apron smiling.

Next were the twins, Jane or June? Can’t remember which one is which now. I served one of them and as I went back to the kitchen for the next one, I noticed they were whispering to each other and looking at me. I returned and stood between them to serve Jane or June and felt a hand on each bum cheek. “What a nice firm bum, don’t you think so Jane?” “Oh yes June, nice and taught.” With that they both slapped a cheek each and I was on my way back to the kitchen.

As I returned to serve Tracy, she had a cheeky little smile on her face. She was actually quite good looking when she smiled.

The top two buttons were open on her blouse. Was it like that when she got here or was this done for my benefit? Can’t remember now, just starting to feel a bit hot especially down below.

She held up her glass and said “Fill me up” with a grin. “Yes ma’am” I replied with a smile. As I turned to walk away, I felt a tug on my apron strings.

Bitch! I thought to myself. She’s only undone them. I filled her glass up, retied my apron and walked back into the dining room with her drink.

“Joe, fill me up too” came from Susan’s lips and a cheeky wink followed.

I went over to get her glass and as I turned away I felt Susan tug on my apron strings.

Damn! Undone again. I filled her glass, retied the apron again and returned to the table with her drink.

Jill called me over to refill her glass and as I turned away, tug! The strings were loose again.

“Leave them this time Joe,” Jill said so I did as I was told.

I came back with her drink being very careful not to cause my apron to reveal too much. Pretty difficult when your cock is pointing forward pushing the apron away.

The twins both asked for fresh drinks too, so I collected their glasses and walked off to refill them.

I came back to the table and stood between them as I put their drinks down. They both immediately placed a hand each on my bum again. Then one of them lifted one side of my apron away and giggled as she looked at my throbbing cock. Then the other one lifted the other side away giggling.

I was facing Susan on the other side of the table and watched her as she unbuttoned her dress almost down to her navel and slipped her hand inside.

I noticed Tracy getting up and walking behind me. She took hold of my apron, lifting it up over my head saying, “I really think this needs to come off now.” With one swift move, it was gone, the ladies all cheered and I was standing there in front of these five horny women stark naked!

I actually felt liberated as my cock now had nothing to push against and stood throbbing proudly in front of me.

Jill had a wicked smile on her face and said, “Joe, clear the table and serve the main course now please.” “Yes ma’am, right away ma’am” I replied as I collected the crockery. Tracy had sat back down and I swear there were another couple of buttons open on her blouse. Susan had removed her hand from her boobs and was chatting with Jill. The twins were just whispering to each other and giggling away like schoolgirls.

I got to the kitchen and started dishing up the main course.

Jill was the first one to be served again and she cupped my balls in one hand, as she slowly stroked my cock a couple of times with the other.

I went back to the kitchen even harder than before, if that was possible.

Susan gümüşlük escort next. As I placed her meal in front of her, she leaned forward giving me a great view of her perky little boobs. She caught me looking and ran both hands over her boobs pinching the nipples, making them stand out like cherries!

I went back for the twins meals, I set one down, went back for the other one and set that down as I stood between them. I noticed they had both hitched their dresses up to just below their panty clad pussy’s. They both looked a bit flushed and I wondered why as I went back for Tracy’s meal.

As I returned, I noticed the twins were rubbing their pussies. In fact it looked like they were all rubbing their pussies! I was about to find out why.

I stood at the side watching them rub their pussies and eating very little when Jill called me over to clear the plates away.

I could barely keep my mind on the job watching these women rubbing themselves off.

As I cleared the last plate Jill said to stay in the kitchen till she calls me. They were going to play a little game.

While I was in the kitchen I had a quick look around for dessert. All I could find was a can of squirty cream. Strange, I’ll have to ask Jill where the rest is.

“Joe, you can come back in now.” Jill called from the dining room.

I went back in with my throbbing erection pointing the way.

Jill was standing by the door with a blindfold in her hand. “I’ll explain the game as I put this on you Joe,” she said. “Yes ma’am” came the automatic reply.

“Now we have all taken our panties off and you will sniff them and tell us who they belong to. If you get it right, the person that owns the panties sucks your cock. If you get it wrong, you get ten smacks on your bum. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am, I understand ma’am” She led me over and placed my hands on the table. That position made me bend over slightly and she gently kicked my legs roughly 2 feet apart.

The first pair was held up to my nose and I sniffed deeply. Oh wow! Musky, sweet, damp, I know that because they touched my nose. I thought this would be pure guesswork on my part so here goes.

Can’t imagine these belonging to Tracy, don’t think she would smell sweet!

“Susan.” SMACK! “Susan what?” “Susan ma’am, Susan ma’am.” “Wrong.” Ten smacks to my bare bum! That stung!

The second pair were held up. I sniffed again. Musky again, not so sweet, almost bitter. Totally different from the last pair so, “Susan ma’am.” “Wrong again.” Ten more smacks! Smarting now.

The third pair, very much like the first pair. Must be the twins, but which one?

“Jane ma’am.” “Wrong.” followed with laughter. Another ten smacks!

The fourth pair now under my nose. Sniffing deeply. Very musky, like a warm musky. Not sweet, quite a nice smell. “Tracy ma’am.” A long pause followed and quite a bit of whispering. Did I get it right?

“Wrong.” Yet another ten smacks! I was getting a bit sore now but my erection throbbed even harder.

“Last pair Joe.”

I sniffed again.

“Can I lick them please ma’am?” I asked. “Why not,” said Jill and pushed the gusset into my mouth. I rolled my tongue over it. Mmmm, musky, very sweet, sticky. Wow! I would eat this pussy out for hours!

“Jill ma’am.” Howls of laughter now and they all said “wrong” together. At least this will be the last ten. Ten more smacks later, the blindfold was taken off and I stood there red faced, red bummed and with the biggest hard on I’ve ever had!

Just looking at the pile of panties on the table made me want to shoot my load.

Jill took me by the hand and led me back to the kitchen. “I think it’s time for dessert now Joe,” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “I meant to ask you about that ma’am, I could only find this squirty cream.” “Get the cream Joe while I get a table cloth” “Yes ma’am” I did as instructed and followed her back into the dining room.

She picked the panties up and put them on the sideboard then spread the tablecloth over the table. Jill said, “Is everyone ready for dessert?” Her four guests in total harmony all said “yes please Jill.”

Jill motioned for me to go over to her and she told me to lie down on the table.

I did as she asked and she took the squirty cream from me.

She squirted a bit on my lips then licked it off saying what a good sport I’d been.

The can was passed onto Susan who squirted some on each nipple, then licked and sucked it off.

One of the twins were next and she went straight for my cock. A bit of cream squirted on the tip and she was licking round the head like a pro.

The next twin squirted some along the shaft and slowly licked it off from base to tip.

Tracy now and I noticed she had her top and bra off. She squirted cream over both of her nipples and shoved them in my face. Didn’t take long for me to suck those puppies clean.

Jill grabbed the cream, smothered my body all over and it was a free for all. I was being licked, sucked, stroked and even felt a finger being slipped up my arse!

Susan now had her dress completely unbuttoned and was climbing on the table astride my face.

I felt lips around my cock and a nice gentle sucking motion. My balls were being caressed, my arse had a finger in it and I was about to taste what I hoped was a nice sweet pussy.

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My deep and blissful sleep was suddenly interrupted by the sound of the alarm clock. As I lay there listening to those long annoying beeps, my mind slowly emerged from my dreams and into reality. My first thought, it’s 6 AM, Monday morning. I cringed. It felt like it was only a couple of hours ago when Hemanth and I were making love, and I wished we could have slept in this morning. I let the alarm sound off for only a few seconds before I reached over and silenced it. Hemanth was still sleeping the alarm apparently had no effect on him.

This was not unusual. I swear Hemanth could sleep through an air raid if there ever was one around here. Like most mornings, I’m Hemanth’s alarm clock, and I resort to one of several methods to wake him and as I lay there pondering which one I will use today, another thought passes through me. Sumant. Then a warm feeling flows between my legs. I savor the thought and the feeling, but for only a second. My favorite way of waking up my hubby is to crawl underneath the covers until I am curled up on the end of the bed and in full view of his cock. On most mornings, his cock is usually soft and other mornings it’s just semi- hard. Once in a while, I find his cock fully erect, and I can’t help but smile and wonder what the heck he’s dreaming about. I like it when I find it small.

I’m very playful in the morning, you know.

The first thing I do is to carefully place it in my fingers. I go real slow and try to grasp it very lightly. I don’t want to wake him just yet. Once I have it in my hand, I begin to lick all around the soft flesh. It responds immediately. I lick it all over, touching every inch of it with my tongue. It doesn’t take too long before I get it nice and wet. Hemanth begins to move some as he slowly comes out of his sleep. His cock begins to thicken. That’s when I take it and rub my moist lips all over it, paying particular attention to the sensitive area just below the head. It grows rapidly and within seconds it’s fully erect. Hemanth is more awake now as I hear him moan softly. Now I part my lips and slide his thick shaft into my mouth. For some reason his cock is thicker in the morning and I have to open my mouth wider than usual.

But I don’t mind that at all. It feels so good to have that big beautiful cock in my mouth. I take it in real slow, sucking on it like it was a big lollipop. I move my head slowly until I have it completely in my mouth, feeling the head touching my throat as I hungrily suck on his thick flesh. I begin to feel it throb on my lips. “Oh, Baby!” I hear Hemanth moan as my mouth sucks him into consciousness.

I like to suck his cock slowly in the morning, usually keeping my head moving at one steady pace the whole time. I like taking nice long strokes, beginning with just the head in my mouth and ending with my lips circling the base. Hemanth really enjoys waking up with his cock in my mouth. And to be honest, I like it, too. Usually, only a couple of minutes pass, then suddenly I feel his cock squirt hot thick cum in my mouth. Normally he cum in long spurts, but I notice that in the mornings it just seems to dribble in at one thick steady stream. There also seems to be more of it, too. I don’t know why that is, but I think it is pretty nice. It makes it very easy for me to swallow it.

After about 5 minutes have gone by, and Hemanth still hasn’t cum yet, I sometimes will stop, crawl on top of him and take his cock between my legs. I love to feel Hemanth’s hands caress my soft round ass while I slowly fuck him. Those are rare occasions though because Hemanth is usually pretty excited first thing in the morning. I decided on this morning I would wake him that way. I was feeling very aroused and excited and my mouth was watering for a big cock. I carefully raised the blanket. My eyes zoomed in between his legs. I wasn’t surprised to see that kocaeli escort bayan he was fully erect. And I didn’t have to wonder what he was dreaming about either. I knew my husband was very excited at the thought of me making it with Sumant.

Another warm feeling flowed between my legs and I could feel myself start to get wet. My heart was beating a little faster as I slowly made my way down to Hemanth’s cock.

Forty minutes later I was sitting at the kitchen table in my pink silk robe, drinking a cup of coffee and glancing through the morning newspaper.

Hemanth was upstairs going through his usual routine of showering, shaving and getting dressed as he got himself ready for work.

As I finished my cup of coffee I heard him come down the stairs. I turned my head and watched him as he entered the kitchen. He looked exceptionally handsome this morning.

Monday’s was meeting day at the office, so he wore his dark suit along with the dark brown tie I gave him for his birthday last year.

“Nice.” I purred as my eyes gazed his muscular body. Hemanth glanced over the table, checking out the headlines of the newspaper.

“Thanks.” Hemanth smiled, then stepped towards me.

I raised my hand and began to rub the inside of his thigh.

“You look really sexy, Babe.” I said, looking up at him.

“So do you.” he replied, placing his hands on the sides of my head.

His fingers began to stroke my soft blonde hair. It felt nice. I turned my chair so that I was facing him. My eyes were in front of his groin, and I could see it bulging. My eyes widened. This was the last thing I expected to see considering we made love just short of an hour ago.

“And what’s this?” I surprisingly asked him as I placed my hand over it, giving it a gentle squeeze with my fingers.

“I can’t help it.” Hemanth laughed. “I can’t get this vision of you and Sumant out of my mind.”

“Oh yeah?” I said to him in a soft sexy voice.

Using the palm of my hand, I rubbed a little harder. My fingers traced the outline of his erect cock. Hemanth let out a soft moan as he watched my hand massage him. His fingers dug a little deeper into the locks of my hair.

“You know what?” he moaned, pulling my head towards him. “I wish I could be there when you’re with him.”

“Oh really?” I asked him as my mouth touched the front of his pants.

With both hands on each side of his bulge, my fingers pressed around it until the shape of his cock was clearly visible. I opened my mouth and began to gently nibble at it as my fingers slid up and down its length.

“Yeah.” Hemanth moaned a little louder. “I’d like to be there. Well not exactly right there, but nearby. Hiding somewhere where I can’t be seen, but where I could watch you.”

Those words seemed to go through my mind slowly then suddenly stop and the thought of my husband watching me seduce my young neighbor sent a glow through my body.

My pussy suddenly felt hot and I could feel myself getting wet. Fucking Sumant as Hemanth was watching sound very erotic to me and I instantly got aroused.

I couldn’t find the words to respond to his thoughts. My mind was too distracted with my own perverted visions, the only thing I could do which felt right to me was to respond with my mouth and hands.

“Oh Baby.” he quivered as his hands moved to the back of my head, pushing his groin tightly up against my mouth.

Hemanth started to sway his body as if he was fucking my mouth. I circled my lips over the thick bulge, tasting the cotton material that covered his throbbing cock.

My fingers and teeth worked frantically. My mouth was watering. I wanted so bad to take his cock out and suck it into my eager mouth until he filled it with a huge load of hot sticky cum. I desperately wanted izmit otele gelen escort to feel it as it clung to my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I wanted to swirl it all around before I let the thick goo slide down my throat and into my tummy. I just simply wanted to devour that thick piece of flesh that was now standing so erect between his legs.

Hemanth watched me as I sucked on his thick bulge. He gripped my head firmly as he moved my mouth around his cock. He arched his body forward as he took control of me. He pressed hard against my lips as if telling me to take more of it into my mouth. My pussy was getting hotter as each second passed.

“We better stop this.” Hemanth moaned, pushing me away as he stepped back. “I don’t really have time for this. I can’t be late today.”

Looking up at him, I could see he was disappointed. So was I. I let my fingers slide off his bulge.

“God that felt good.” he smiled at me. “You almost had me cum in my pants.”

“Yeah, but now you’re going to be walking around the office all day with a hard-on, Honey.” I laughed, getting up off the chair.

“That’s okay.” he said as he grabbed his brief case and started walking toward the front door. “I would have had one all day anyway, thinking about you and you’re little plan.”

I walked up to Hemanth and gave him one of my sexy smiles. Then I put my arms around him and gave him a deep passionate kiss. “I’ll tell you all about it.” I whispered, giving his bulge one last hard rub with the palm of my hand.

“Yeah.” he answered with a glee in his eyes. “I want to hear ALL about it.”

Hemanth gave me one last kiss and headed out the door. I watched him as he stepped into the car and I waited at the door until he pulled away. As he drove by the house, I waved and smiled, then closed the door. I stood there for a few seconds, thinking about the day ahead and what I hope would come out of it. I smiled. I couldn’t help not to. I was feeling very aroused and sexy. This was going to be a good day.

I began my day like most other days, with a nice warm bubble bath. As the tub was filling, I lit a few candles and placed them around the bathroom. Then I unbuttoned the front of my pink silk robe and let it slide off my body. The silk felt cool on my soft skin as it slid down to the floor. I turned to face the full size mirror that hung on the door. My eyes stared at my naked reflection, studying each and every curve on my body. I felt pleased with myself. As I stood there watching myself in the mirror, I moved my hands to my sides, moving my fingers up and down, feeling the curves that shape me. This made me feel very warm. I stood there for a minute or so watching my fingers lightly caress my soft skin.

The next thing I noticed were my breast a little on the small side, but not too small, I thought and just right. I could see that my nipples were erect. Thoughts of me seducing Sumant, my husband watching me seducing Sumant, and even some of my other fantasies raced through my mind, and it made me feel very excited.

Suddenly I felt a need to touch them, for them to be touched. My hands slowly moved upwards until my fingers reached my soft mounds. I watched with wide eyes as I cupped each breast in my hand. I squeezed them gently, feeling how wonderfully soft they were.

I looked down at them as I pushed them up towards my face. My nipples ached for attention.

I lowered my head and pushed my breast upwards. Then, I parted my lips and stretched my tongue hard until it touched my right nipple.

A hot tingling sensation soared through my breast, then through my whole body.

My pussy suddenly felt like it was on fire and I could feel the wetness start to build. I tickled my nipple with my tongue for a few seconds kocaeli suriyeli escort then cupped my lips over it. As I sucked it into my mouth, I began to feel an orgasm growing deep inside my wet pussy. Then I turned my head a little and did the same thing to my left breast.

Going back and forth, I sucked, nibbled, and licked my nipples and breasts for a few minutes, feeling myself growing closer and closer to climaxing as each second passed. The sensation was beginning to get a little overwhelming. It was difficult for me to remain standing, so I stopped.

I could hear the water gushing into the tub, and when I looked, I saw that it was full and bubbly. I staggered over to the tub, carefully raised my leg and stepped in. The water felt hot and soothing as I lowered my foot into the soapy water. Grabbing the handle on the wall, I managed to get my other leg into the tub. Then, I slowly submerged myself into the bath water until every part of me from my neck down was buried in the thick bubbles.

I tilted my head back until it rested on the tiled wall. I closed my eyes as I felt the water and bubbles massage every inch of me. Although this relaxed me considerably, I still felt hot and aroused.

So I began to caress my body again, touching myself in those sensitive areas that I know so well. Once again I thought about seducing Sumant and what it would be like to fuck him knowing that Hemanth was watching me.

I focused on that thought as my fingers slid between my legs. I imagined Sumant’s big cock fucking my hot pussy as Hemanth watched with lust in his eyes.

I could feel the passion he was feeling along with my own. I stuck two fingers into my wet hole and began to rub my clit and as I did, I watched myself fuck Sumant in my mind. We were both moaning out loud as he thrust himself in and out of me. My fingers moved quicker. I was getting close to cum and then I suddenly imagined Hemanth.

I could see him hiding in another room.

He was watching us with wide and fiery eyes.

He was holding his cock in his hand, stroking it with his fist. Faster and faster he would go. I could almost hear his moans, but Sumant’s filled my ears.

My fingers fucked my pussy rapidly as I began to feel myself start to cum. I imagined Sumant fucking me feverishly now, as I begged him to make me cum. He was getting close. So close himself. I could see my husband fisting his cock violently as he was getting ready to explode.

We were all going to cum together. Suddenly my body convulsed as my fingers brought me to an incredible orgasm. I cried out in sheer delight as the passion that was building up inside me was finally getting released.

I imagined Sumant exploding inside me, feeling his cock fill my pussy with his hot thick cum. My orgasm grew more intense with each spurt I felt.

Then I imagined Hemanth’s cock spurting stream after stream of cum as his fist pumped his throbbing cock. I could see the white spurts as it flew across the room. I only wished that those cum spurts were landing on me instead.

Finally, my orgasm was over and my body went limb.

The visions quickly faded and I found myself back into reality. I felt drained, but satisfied. I lazily reached over to the radio and turned it on. Then, once again I closed my eyes and let the water and the bubbles sooth me.

Feeling quite happy and relaxed, I began to drift into a light sleep.

A pretty love song was playing on the radio and I was imagining Hemanth and I slow dancing in a nice club somewhere. It’s been awhile since we did something like that, so I pondered the thought of suggesting it to him one of these nights.

But suddenly I became distracted.

I jumped at a sound I thought I heard. I wasn’t sure what it was, except that it startled me.

I opened my eyes and listened. The song was still playing and I tried to see if I could hear it again over the music.

I waited a few seconds, and when I didn’t hear anything, I reached over and turned the radio off into Silence and a few seconds passed and then I heard the noise once again.

As the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house, my heart began to beat faster.

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Nothing was said at all during the rest of the day after Diane spanked me in front of Mr. Wilson, stripping me while she did it. I ended up with a red ass, a red face and naked except for my heels and stockings in front of the two of them. Diane had me bend over one of her chairs so that my ass was pretty much all you could see, except that my pussy was in plain sight. I got that warm feeling deep inside and my nipples got so hard they almost hurt. I was very turned on when she was finished even though I felt really embarrassed and humiliated. The worst part was that I couldn’t or couldn’t make myself masturbate afterwards. I couldn’t do it at my desk and doing it in the women’s bathroom seemed so tacky. I found it kind of hard to believe that I got so turned on by having Diane tug my skirt down in front of him so my ass was bare and then spanking me. I was confused. I really could not be enjoying this, could I?

But the cold, hard facts were that I sort of manipulated her into doing it to me, even though she was very willing. I had to want her to do it to me and didn’t really understand why I wanted it to happen. I was so confused it wasn’t funny. I was acting like someone totally different than what I had been before she caught me naked the first time. I would never have taken my clothes off in front of Mr. Wilson or even Diane for that matter. They were supervisors at work and you just didn’t do things like that.

The absolute worst part was when I got home that night after work and closed my apartment door I set my purse on the kitchen counter and stripped naked right there. Everything, jacket, skirt, stockings and heels came off. My glass door drapes were still open and I didn’t close them. I stayed naked all night. My lights were on, my drapes open and my clothes nonexistent.

I kept looking out my glass door at the building next to mine. It couldn’t have been more than 100 feet away. There were balconies and windows all along facing my apartment and if anyone looked out their window or was on the balcony to their apartment and looked at mine it was very likely that they could see me. And it seemed to me that I didn’t really care if they did. If I did care I wouldn’t have taken off all my clothes and pranced around my apartment like that all night.

My horniness had toned down while I was at work for the rest of the day but being naked all night brought it back and when it was time for bed, I opened my bedroom curtains too. I didn’t have the light on but I lay on my bed and masturbated again. After I exploded in orgasm and when I finally stopped quivering I went into the bathroom, cleaned up and put on a t-shirt and sweats and went to bed for good.

I had dreams again. I dreamt that I was naked at work and acted like it was nothing and the funny part was that the people I worked with acted like it was nothing too. I mean they looked at me and smiled, but no one said a word, not even stuffy Mr. Prescott. I didn’t spend my day sucking cock or fucking or licking pussy, but it was like who cared. I was just the girl who worked there who was naked. It was like the bosses had a meeting with all of us and it was required that one girl be naked at work and either I was chosen to be the one or I volunteered to be the one. I mean I still blushed and got embarrassed and everything, but I acted like I wasn’t. It was just a job requirement. But the worst part was even as I was acting like it was no big deal, my nipples got erect and my pussy got really warm and tingling, especially when someone looked at me. I found excuses to bend over in front of people so they could see my lightly furred pussy peeking out between my thighs. There wasn’t one part of me that was private.

And the biggest part that really confused me was that Diane spanked me for any mistakes that I made at work. Sometimes it was just her and I in her office, sometimes Mr. Wilson was there watching and sometimes, if I made a really big error, she spanked me in the conference room with the entire office there to watch. They saw me start to blubber and bawl and kick my legs and squirm on her lap. They watched my ass turn bright red along with my face. I got really horny when that happened.

When I’d wake up after one of these dreams I’d sort of be in disbelief that I, Sabine, could do what I had done. Yes, it was a dream and subconsciously I knew that, but my dreams were so vivid that it really felt as though I had done those things. It was so unlike me. And I was confused by my feelings about everything. I didn’t know who to talk to about how I felt. And there were also the actual things that I had done or had done to me. And how I felt after them, how aroused I felt and how afterwards that I had masturbated. I kept my silence about everything on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday, but finally on Friday I had to talk to someone. I was driving myself crazy worrying and wondering about myself. So, late in the day I knocked on Diane’s door.

“Diane, may I please talk to you about something.”

“Sure, come on in, Sabine. What is it?”

“Well, escort bodrum I don’t know how to start.”

“Just pick a spot and start talking. It’ll work itself out.”

“Well, the times that you, ah, had me take off my clothes in front of people, well, I get, oh God, this is embarrassing.”

“Just say it Sabine. I won’t judge you.”

“Well Diane, I get turned on and I don’t understand why. I should just be ashamed and embarrassed and humiliated. But I get turned on. And I, ah, I, ah, masturbated. I couldn’t help myself, Diane, I had to, but I shouldn’t feel that way.” My face was beet red when I admitted this to Diane. Diane just looked at me and then she smiled.

“I would guess that you subconsciously enjoyed it, Sabine. It’s not the usual thing for any woman, but for some women it just does something for them. I would guess that even if you don’t want to admit that you enjoy being naked in front of someone, you do enjoy it. Your mind is just saying that because of your upbringing and life to this point you shouldn’t want to get naked or enjoy it. But way down inside you do want to and you do enjoy it.”

“It’s not right Diane. No woman in their right mind would do that.”

Sabine, this is a bad example, because you feel embarrassment and humiliation but there are people who walk around naked in front of others. You know about nudists, right?”

“Well, yes, but I have never wanted to be one.”

“I didn’t say that you wanted to be a nudist. It was a bad example. Subconsciously you want to be made to take off your clothes. When you do you feel embarrassed and humiliated, but it also turns you on. So even if you don’t necessarily feel that it is right, it does something for you. Because it does something for you, you want to do it. This is simplistic but I am pretty sure I am right. If you really think about it, I think you’ll agree.”

Diane looked at me and didn’t say anymore. I looked at her and thought about what she had said. I was pretty conservative and the things that Diane had made me do because of that stupid dare, well, they had been arousing me. And I couldn’t explain to myself why I was now taking off my clothes as soon as I was inside my apartment and running around naked all night. But even if I couldn’t explain it, I was still doing it. I was still confused. And none of this explained why when Diane spanked me it got even worse or better depending on how you looked at it.

“All right, let’s say you are right. How am I going to stop this? I mean I don’t want to keep doing it.”

“You don’t? I’m not so sure. If it could be in a safe situation for you I’d think you would want to continue.”

I thought about that for a bit.

“What would be a safe situation?”

“Well, Sabine, I could help you there.”

I thought about that too.

“Diane, I don’t want to, ah, I don’t want people at work to know about this, about me. Mr. Wilson already knows and Kate too.”

“Wouldn’t you like to know that almost everyone here has seen you naked? Wouldn’t that be a real turn on for you? Wouldn’t you like it when you walked past the guys here, that they all knew exactly what you look like without clothes on?”

“I don’t think that that is such a good idea, Diane.”

“Maybe not at first, but I would think that you could get to enjoy that a lot. But let’s say I could help you away from work first. Why don’t you come to my place tonight at 8 o’clock? You go along with me then and later you can tell me if it worked for you. It won’t be at work and anyway with the cd I have, it isn’t like you have a lot of options.”

I frowned at that. With all that had been going on in mind, I had put the cd out of my mind.

“Well, what about it? My place at 8 o’clock?

I sighed.

“I suppose.”

“Just wear what you normally do at night. And be on time.”

“All right Diane. Thank you.”

I got up and finished my day. This time Diane didn’t make me undress, she just handed my coat to me.

“I’ll see you at 8.”

I nodded my acceptance and left. When I got home I hung up my coat and then, without thinking, I undressed right in my entryway again. It was becoming so easy for me to do that I didn’t even think of it. Until I was fixing dinner and it dawned on me that I had nothing on. I told myself that I had to stop this! But I still fixed dinner without dressing and ate it naked. Then I got up and put on a little make up and picked out my clothes for the night. I had a good pair of jeans and a nice top and I chose my best underwear, a lavender bra and panty set. I checked my watch and it was time for me to leave to go to Diane’s home. I put on a coat and walked to my car and drove there, wondering all the way what Diane had in mind.

I parked in her driveway of her town house and walked to her door. I rang the doorbell and in a few moments, Diane opened the door.

“Come on in, Sabine.” I walked into her home and took off my coat. Diane hung it up and led me to her living room. I was bodrum sınırsız escort surprised to see another couple there. I was also suspicious.

“Sabine, this is Ryan and Ashley. I invited them here. I think you know why. The only thing is that I think you need to ask Ashley’s permission before you do anything. You understand why, don’t you?”

SHIT! She was going to make me ask this woman who I just met for permission to take off my clothes. I was going to be so humiliated! I just stood there for a few moments. I took a deep breath and without looking at Ryan I focused on Ashley.

“Ah, Ashley, would it, ah, be all right if I, ah, undressed?”

Ashley looked at me and then at Ryan and Diane. Ryan had leaned forward and Diane was sitting in a chair smiling at me. Then Ashley looked at Diane and finally at Ryan.

“You’re saying that you want to take off your clothes?”

My face had to be beet red. It sure felt hot! I mumbled.

“Y-y-yes.”

“You want to take off your clothes with my husband sitting there?”

“Y-y-yes.”

“Is she serious, Diane?”

“Ask her.”

“Are you serious?”

“Y-yes.”

She smirked at me. So did Diane. Ryan just looked real interested.

“Do you think that I would like it to have some woman I just met take off her clothes in front of my husband? Would you like it if you were me?”

“Probably not.”

Diane took the opportunity to step in.

“Perhaps if she agreed that she was bad then you could reprimand her, Ashley.”

I looked at Diane in surprise. Was she offering to let Ashley spank me? “Diane, what do you mean?”

“Well Ashley, if a girl is bad or naughty she should be punished, right?”

“Well, I guess so.”

“So if Sabine agrees with you that she has been naughty I would think it appropriate that you punish her, Ashley.”

Ashley got a glint in her eye. She looked me up and down.

“So Sabine, would it be naughty of you to strip in front of my husband?”

“I guess so.”

“Not I guess so, Sabine, yes or no.”

I sighed. Diane had backed me into a corner with Ashley’s help. Not only was I going to up naked in front of them, but it really looked like Ashley was going to be doing something to me.

“Yes.”

“Well then, as long as you agree that you are naughty and are willing to be punished, Sabine, I think that you can go ahead.”

Now I wasn’t as sure as I had been that this was a very good idea. I looked to Diane and she smiled at me and nodded. I was fucked again.

I bent over and undid my shoes and slipped them off. I pulled my top over my head and it came off and I folded it neatly and laid it down next to my shoes. I was trembling now and I had trouble unbuttoning my jeans but I finally got them open and worked them over my hips and down my legs. When I got them off I folded them also and laid them on top of my top and shoes. I was now standing in front of Diane and two strangers in my nicest underwear. My face was on fire and had to be bright red. And my fucking traitorous nipples were erect already!

I reached behind my back and unclasped my bra and slipped it off. I didn’t try to hide my smallish boobs. There wasn’t any point. After I laid the bra on my jeans I looked at Ashley. She had the biggest smirk I had ever seen on her face. I glanced at Ryan and his smile was even bigger. I closed my eyes and then stuck my thumbs in the waistband of my best panties and then pushed them down to my ankles and stepped out of them. I bent over and picked them up and laid them on the rest of my clothes.

Ashley giggled. I was looking at the floor, humiliated.

“OK, come over in front of me and sit on the carpet.”

I did as I was told.

“Now bring your heels up to your ass and let your legs fall open.”

I wanted to cry but I didn’t. This was going to be extremely embarrassing. I moved my feet like she told me and took a breath. Then I let my legs open. I was looking down at the carpet.

“Look at me bitch.”

I looked up at her.

“So I guess that you like showing off your pussy?”

I was silent.

“Do you want my husband to see your pussy?”

I still was silent.

“Answer me!”

“I don’t know.”

“Well, if you want him to see it, just keep your legs open and turn so you are facing him.”

I really didn’t want to do that, but I was getting that warm tingling feeling in my belly. I looked down at the carpet again and then up at her. She was grinning at me. She was pushing my buttons. I glanced at her husband. The heat in my belly went up. I slowly moved around so I was facing him and moved my feet further apart and let my legs open up once more. He got this delighted look on his face.

“She’s kind of hairy, isn’t she?”

I was just crushed by that comment. Wasn’t I supposed to have pubic hair?

“Tell you what honey, just take your hands and smooth the hair back from your pussy so I can see it better.”

I bodrum otele gelen escort moaned softly. I looked down at myself and watched my hands as they brushed my hair back from my lips and moaned again as my lips opened slightly. I could see that I was wet. I shouldn’t be wet, should I? God, maybe I was a slut!

“Oh, that’s so nice! You have a very nice pussy, Sabine. It looks like you are enjoying this quite a bit.”

Ashley jumped in.

“Don’t get so gushy, Ryan. It’s just a pussy and she isn’t that good looking. She hardly has any tits.”

I really wanted to cry now. Ashley was making sure that any shortcomings that I had were pointed out to everyone. Of course she had larger ones than I did and so did Diane. They were both clothed but you could tell they were bigger than me.

“Look at her nipples, though. They look pretty hard to me.”

My nipples were the best part of my boobs. They were thick and they were erect. My areoles were big and much darker than the rest of my boobs.

“Did you get a good enough look, Ryan?”

“Honey, I could look at pussy forever!”

“Sabine, are you a bad girl?”

I wanted to say no, but that would be a pretty big lie, wouldn’t it?

“Y-yes.”

“What do bad girls get when they are bad?”

“They g-g-get p-punished.”

“Diane, what is the best way to punish her?”

“Over the knee Ashley.”

“Sabine, get up and get over my knee.”

I got up and walked to her and lay over her knees. She rested on hand on my bare ass.

“Now Sabine, I want you to put your right leg out to the side, as far as you can and then put your left leg behind Ryan.”

I squirmed around until I had gotten myself how she wanted me, realizing that my pussy was right in the open.

“Look at how her cheeks spread! You can see her asshole!” I moaned softly. This was embarrassing and very humiliating!

Now, just stay like that so Ryan can see that little pussy and asshole, dear. Put both your hands on the floor.”

As I did that, Ashley reached under me with her left hand and cupped my left boob. Her right hand was stroking my bare ass.

“Now you are going to get punished, dear. Just don’t kick Ryan while he’s looking at that pussy of yours. Feel free to cry if you need to.”

With that last statement, Ashley swatted my left cheek. I could feel my ass compress and then jiggle. She laughed and then started spanking me fast, alternating from one cheek to the other and it wasn’t long until my ass was on fire. She covered every inch of bare skin on my ass with spanks and before long I was crying. But even with the pain I felt warmer and more liquid in my belly. Even though I was crying, as Ashley spanked me, I found that my ass was lifting up to meet her hand. And then Ryan, I was sure it was Ryan, stuck a finger up my pussy. And Ashley all this time was squeezing my boob and running a thumb over my erect nipple. And I was getting hot!

Ashley spanked hard and fast until she sensed that I was getting too hot and she stopped and stroked my hot ass.

“Get your finger out of her Ryan.”

I whimpered as he pulled his finger out of my pussy and then Ashley just pushed me so I fell on my side on the floor.

“Get up on your hands and knees, girl and face away from us.”

I scrambled into the position that she wanted.

“Spread your knees further apart so we can see that pussy and asshole.”

I did what she told me and laid my head on the floor, totally embarrassed.

“It looks she is ready to start leaking!”

Ashley giggled behind me while she looked at my red ass. Diane got up and walked over behind me too. I heard her giggle.

“Sabine, run a finger through your slit and then lick it clean.”

I did it. I shivered as my finger moved from the bottom to the top of my pussy and then I put it in my mouth and sucked it. This was even more humiliating than being naked and getting my ass spanked. They had me kneel like that for a while and every few minutes I had to stroke my slit and lick my finger clean, but they didn’t allow me to masturbate.

“All right Sabine, you can get up now.”

That was Diane.

“Pick up your clothes and put them in the closet by the front door. You can put your shoes on.”

I did what Diane told me to do and without being told walked back into her living room and stood in front of them.

“Now, Sabine, thank Ashley for correcting you so nicely.”

“Thank you.”

“OK, you can take your coat and go home, but you are not to wear it out to your car, in your car or on the way into your apartment. Once you are inside your apartment, hang your coat up and then go on your balcony just the way you are. Then you can masturbate until you orgasm. Then you can do whatever you want but I want you back here tomorrow morning at 9AM. Do you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Then run along, Sabine.”

“You’re sending her home naked?”

“Yes.”

“Oh my God, this is too much! Will she really do it?”

“Sabine, will you follow my instructions?”

“Yes.”

“So tell us what you are going to do.”

“I’m going to go to my car like this, then drive to my apartment and go inside.”

“Like this means that you will carry your coat, not wear it, correct?”

“Yes.”

“Sabine, tell us truthfully. Do you like being naked in front of people?” “I guess so.”

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It was well before daylight on an early January morning as the motorcyclist sped through the darkened streets of the university town on the Central California coast. The streets were wet from the night’s heavy rain. She had been riding for about half an hour down from her house, high in the hills above the town, with no regard for speed limits, loving the rush of the wind and the vibration of the powerful bike between her legs. Not as good as a man between my legs, she thought, but . . . almost.

She slowed as she entered the downtown area and soon turned into a dark alley, pulling the growling bike into a parking slot behind one of the old buildings backing up on the alley. A light faintly illuminated a metal door with a small sign that read Thackeray & Co., Used and Rare Books. She shut the bike down, swung her long leather-clad leg out to dismount and then stripped off her backpack and helmet, setting it on the seat of the bike while she pushed her long raven hair out of her face. Tucking the helmet under an arm and grabbing the backpack, she strode quickly to the rear door of the bookstore. An observer, had there been one at this hour, would have been struck by two things—how purposeful her strides were towards the metal door, and how well her lithe body filled out the form-fitting motorcycle leathers she was wearing. Her legs were long and trim, her hips round but obviously not carrying any excess weight, and her upper body similarly trim. There was a hint of an ample bust, but under a leather motorcycling suit, well, who can really tell for sure.

She punched an access code on the keypad next to the door and heard the lock click as it released. Pushing the heavy door inwards, she reached around the doorjamb to flip on the lights and then stepped into the room. She turned quickly to her left to enter the letters L I N D Y on the alarm keypad to disarm the system, thinking as she did so that using her name for the security code was not particularly secure, but had the redeeming virtue of being something she could remember.

With the lights on and the alarm system secured, Lindy turned to survey her workroom. The floor was aged, composed of worn wood planks with no sign of any finish that might have once covered them. The walls were a dull beige and sadly in need of paint. About half the room was filled with steel bookshelves and much of the remainder with boxes of recently received books awaiting her inspection and disposition, either on the shelves, in her remote warehouse on the outskirts of town, or in the dumpster in the alleyway.

In a corner at the far side of the room there was a small desk with a phone and a few papers neatly stacked on it. A computer screen sat on a table adjoining the desk with a docking station for her laptop. A four-drawer filing cabinet sat against the wall to the right of the desk, leaving just room enough to slide into the chair behind the desk. An old wooden desk chair, like that a newspaper editor in a 1930’s movie would have used, was pushed against the desk, waiting for its owner to pull it back and go to work, either on the desk or by rotating to the right, to access the computer screen. It made a lovely squeak when she leaned back in it.

Next to the filing cabinet was an old but still functional oak armoire and beyond that a full length mirror. The armoire stored her work clothes. Motorcycle leathers wouldn’t do for the portion of her day spent with the public in the bookstore that fronted on the street, and the skimpy underwear she had on beneath the leathers was even less suitable. Opposite the office equipment was the door to a tiny restroom and, alongside the door, a small table where equipment to brew coffee and tea resided along with an assortment of mismatched and generally charmless coffee mugs.

Lindy strode to the armoire, parked her helmet and gloves atop it, and then stepped to the table adjoining her small desk. She set the backpack on the desk, removed her laptop, plugged it into the docking station, and bent over it long enough to type in another anemic access code to initiate the start-up sequence for the machine.

Then she pulled a small bag of freshly ground coffee from the backpack, stashed the backpack beneath the desk, and walked across the workroom to the coffee station, her motorcycle boots thumping on the floor planks. Water came from the sink in the restroom. She preferred the brew of the coffee house in the next block, but they wouldn’t be open for another hour, and she needed her caffeine fix now. Good coffee could wait until her assistant, Cynthia, arrived at 8:30, when the bookstore opened. Part of Cynthia’s job description was to bring them each a cup from the coffee house, at Lindy’s expense, of course. She maintained an account there and paid for their morning coffee on a monthly basis.

Once the coffee was brewing, she strode back to the office area, passing on her way a lengthy worktable with one side abutting the wall opposite the door through which she had entered. escort kocaeli bayan There were boxes of books stacked on the worktable and on the floor throughout the room. “Wow, that last estate sale purchase got me a lot of books to sort through,” she said, thinking aloud. “That cost some serious money. I hope there is something good in this pile of books. I hope there are some orders coming in, too,” she continued, her mind wandering a bit.

An additional computer sat on the worktable that was used for cataloging the purchased books as they were initially reviewed. It was the starting point for her inventory management system. The retail bookstore on the other side of the wall was really not the main portion of her business. The bulk of the business consisted of buying books in bulk from estate sales throughout the country, and then sorting through them to find items valuable enough to resell either in the bookstore or, most of the time, through her website.

The only reason she still had the storefront operation was that she had inherited it from her uncle and felt an attachment to it. It didn’t really make much money, given the competition from e-books, but she tried to focus on old, out-of-print titles that weren’t available from Amazon and its ilk. It was a strategy that would have failed miserably in a modern shopping mall, but it sort of worked in a university town where there were still people who wanted hard copy books and were interested in old, out-of-print titles. It at least covered the salary of her assistant, and she didn’t have any rent expense, since she owned the building and the rest of the block,.

The leathers were beginning to get warm, so she stood in front of the mirror and began to undress. First the heavy motorcycle boots, which she parked neatly alongside the armoire. Next she unzipped the heavy jacket and shucked it off, hanging it on a hook mounted on the side of the armoire. Finally, she stripped off the leather pants, which was always a bit of a chore, as they really were form fitting. She folded them neatly and set them atop the armoire. This left her standing naked except for her bra and a pair of thong panties. The bra was a half cup that supported, but didn’t really cover her medium-sized breasts, and the thong of course, covered hardly anything at all. She wasn’t naked, but it was close.

She stood before the mirror for several moments looking at the nearly nude image it reflected. Then she cupped her breasts with her hands and began to massage them, pushing the bra cups aside. Umm, that feels good, she thought as she watched herself play with her tits, and it’s so sexy to watch myself do this in the mirror.

Then she dropped one hand down to cup her sex as she continued to rub one tit with the other. She could feel warmth coming from her aroused pussy. Lindy pushed the thong aside and began to slide her fingers up and down her slit, tantalizing the opening at the bottom without entering and just grazing her rapidly swelling clit.

Then she stopped herself, thinking, no, I’d better wait. I have work to do this morning, and I need to focus. She reluctantly pulled the bra cups back where they belonged and adjusted her thong

Without bothering to get her work clothes from the wardrobe, she pulled out her office chair and swiveled to the right, facing the computer. It squeaked loudly as she leaned back and used her outstretched arms to open Outlook. Lindy glanced quickly at her calendar for the day, and then turned to her e-mail, which she rapidly scanned without reading in detail. Good, looks like several orders, she concluded, along with the usual quota of junk, friend-me requests, etc. She noticed an e-mail from a name she dimly remembered, but couldn’t quite place. “Who is that guy?” she asked herself.

By now the coffee was ready, so she rose from the computer and padded in her bare feet across the room to the pot, enjoying the feel of the old worn planks beneath her feet. The air was pleasantly cool on her bare skin. She filled a mug and took a careful sip, trying to avoid burning her tongue.

Lindy wrapped the mug in her hands and walked slowly to the door alongside the worktable, which led to the front of her little bookstore. As she took a second less-cautious sip, she opened the door and walked down the three steps leading into the storefront. It was considerably darker than the fluorescent-lit back room, with only the fugitive street lighting that leaked in through the big windows in the front of the store.

The darkness was fine with her, since she was still mostly naked. She just liked to wander through the little bookstore she had inherited before it opened each morning. Truth be told, she was a person who still liked her books, that is the books she bought for her own reading and pleasure, in hard copy. She walked to the counter at the front of the store, continuing to sip her coffee, but what she was really enjoying was the musty smell of the kocaeli otele gelen escort old books that filled the shelves. One of her favorite things about books, beyond their content, was the feel and the smell of the paper and the binding materials. If it ever occurred to Amazon to add old-book odor to the Kindle, her business would be done for.

She leaned over the counter at the front of the bookstore sipping on her coffee, savoring the aroma of the books for several minutes. As she leaned forward, her tits spilled out of her bra. It didn’t bother her that she was nearly naked. In fact, the possibility that there might be someone passing on the street who could see her if they looked carefully was giving her a bit of a thrill. She spent much of her time in and around her home up in the hills wandering about naked, so standing at the counter of a darkened bookstore in a thong and non-functional bra was hardly a change for her. Nudity was a part of her lifestyle.

She took another sip of the coffee and reflected for a moment about how she came to be where she was at this moment. She had worked in the bookstore for her uncle since she was a teenager. It was a part-time job for her while she was in high school and throughout her years at undergraduate school and the two years of graduate school it took for her to get her Masters in English. She felt she had learned as much about books and authors from her uncle and the job in the bookstore as she had in her six years of college and grad school. Her relationship with her uncle had been far closer than that with her parents, who had moved to Florida shortly after she started college.

After finishing her Masters, she moved out of state for a job teaching high school English, which, it turned out, she really hated. Studying the great literature of the English language was one thing, and trying to get hormone-riddled teenagers to read it and appreciate it was an entirely different matter. The unfortunate death of her uncle in a car accident saved her from an occupation she hated. He had been a life-long bachelor and had bequeathed his entire estate to her.

Even before her uncle’s estate was settled, Lindy quit her job and hurried back to her hometown as fast as her motorcycle could carry her. Returning to the little bookstore was like salvation after two years of purgatory in her job at the high school. She was devastated by her uncle’s death. It took time to get over, but returning to the rituals of working in the bookstore provided comfort.

Initially she expected that her inheritance would be limited to a money-losing bookstore in a small university town, but it turned out that she not only inherited the bookstore, but also the rest of the block (profitably rented to a variety of tenants), her uncle’s lovely old house in the hills behind town with a couple of hundred acres of vineyards adjoining the house, and enough liquid securities to insure that she would never again have to try to teach sex-obsessed teenagers the virtues of Lord Byron’s poetry.

The rare books trade carried out from the back room was something she had developed on her own, and it had grown dramatically to the point where she had rented a warehouse on the outskirts of town to store books pending sale and shipment. The stuff downtown was mainly recent acquisitions that needed evaluation, plus, she thought with a smile, a collection of erotica that she culled from each collection purchased.

It was amazing how many people with big libraries had an erotica collection included in some discreet portion of their library. She chuckled as she thought about it. Many of those she didn’t sell. There were now a couple of thousand volumes stored on bookshelves in a storage room behind the space she leased to the toy store next door.

Her tastes in erotica retained for her private collection were eclectic, ranging from cheaply published pulp erotica with lurid covers and even more lurid descriptions within of every sex act imaginable, to leather-bound private collections which were likely one-off privately commissioned pieces and similarly bound books of erotic pictures and drawings.

Sometimes when business was slow, or she was just feeling horny, she would leave the shop to her assistant and go next door to read materials from her growing collection of erotica. She had a couch and a large overstuffed chair in the toy store storage area, which she would sit in to read her book of choice while she masturbated herself to a climax. She kept a cigar box with a couple of vibrators in it tucked away on a bookshelf behind a row of books.

All in all, life was really pretty good right now. She owned a money-making business she loved, a beautiful old house in the hills with a vineyard that cash-flowed nicely, a collection of vintage erotica, and a Ducati racing bike (plus her uncle’s old Ford pick-up for occasions when the Ducati wouldn’t get the job done). izmit suriyeli escort Not married and no steady boyfriend, but that wasn’t anything she was desperate for, and there were enough men in her life so that she never felt starved for sex.

Turning away from her thoughts, she noticed a number of things. First she was nearing the bottom of her coffee cup; second, it was beginning to get light outside; third, her watch was telling her that her assistant would be showing up with their coffees shortly; and oh yes, her boobs had spilled out of her minimal bra while she had been leaning over the counter contemplating her good fortune. It was time to get dressed and begin work. She tucked her tits back into the bra cups and walked slowly, nearly naked, back through the bookstore, pausing occasionally to check the shelving of an item here and there and enjoying the feeling of the worn wooden floors on her bare feet and the smell of the old books.

Once in the back room again, she went to the wardrobe, selected suitable clothes for the day and dressed. Her outfit consisted of a dark knee-length skirt and a white blouse, which she buttoned all the way to her throat. For shoes, she wore a pair of ballet flats. She twisted her long dark tresses up in a conservative knot atop her head. Reviewing her handiwork in the mirror, she decided that, all in all, she looked the part of a conservative librarian, which was hardly the case, but appropriate she thought, given her occupation.

At the last minute she pulled up her skirt and yanked the thong panties she was wearing down to her knees, let them drop to her feet, and kicked them into the bottom of the wardrobe. This conservative dress thing could be taken too far, she thought with a smile, and she liked the feeling of the air on her nearly naked, neatly trimmed pussy. It wasn’t as good as wandering naked through her vineyard with a glass of wine in hand on a warm evening after her work crews had left, but it had the same flavor to it.

Having dressed for the day, she sat down before her computer and began to seriously address the e-mail she had skimmed half an hour earlier. First, there were several orders for books she had advertised on her website that needed to be filled. She forwarded each of them to the manager of her warehouse with instructions to ship the order. Payment was assured through the PayPal arrangements she used, so all she had to do was to confirm to her intermediary that the order was shipped, and PayPal would release the funds to her account.

She had just finished up that chore when Cynthia came breezing in, their morning coffees in hand.

“Good morning. Here’s your coffee, Lindy,” she said as she set the coffee on Lindy’s desk.

Lindy noticed that Cynthia was wearing the same outfit she had been wearing the day before. Hmm, she thought. Must have had a hot date last night. I can’t criticize her though. God knows how often I have shown up here wearing the day before’s clothes, often without my underwear, which was somehow lost in the course of the evening. She wanted to ask, but decided not to.

Changing the subject, she looked at her watch, and said, “It’s time to open. Can you get the lights on out front and unlock the door?” She successfully resisted the temptation to add, “And, who did you fuck last night?” Knowing Cynthia, the girl would eventually find an excuse to tell her about it anyway.

Lindy took a sip of the coffee, thinking, oh yes, that is so much better than what I brew here, and turned back to her computer. First, she quickly dumped the junk mail. “Got to get a better spam filter,” she told herself. Then she waded through some less than obvious spam, including friending requests and the like.

Eventually she came to the e-mail she had noticed earlier. It was a straight up e-mail. It didn’t come through her book marketing website, it didn’t come through any of the social media sites she was involved with, and it didn’t have the kind of suspicious subject line that suggests that someone’s address book has been co-opted by a virus. It looked legitimate, but she couldn’t remember who the sender was, even though his name sounded familiar.

Then she remembered. He had been a graduate student, teaching a 19th Century English Literature survey class when she was a sophomore in college. Oh, I did the worst thing to him, she remembered, and it was such fun! She laughed out loud as she recalled that day. Just thinking about it, rekindled the fire in her pussy that she had tried to put aside when watching herself begin to masturbate in the mirror earlier in the morning.

He was tall, with broad shoulders and long blonde hair that hung down to his shoulders and glittering blue eyes. She had thought he was very cute and really had a crush on him, but she couldn’t get any response from him when she flirted with him after class. So before class one day she had shaved her pussy and put on the shortest skirt she owned with no panties. The class was taught in a medium-size lecture hall with the seats stacked above the lectern in an amphitheater arrangement. There was a desktop in front of each row of seats, but the desktop had no panel in front of it, so her legs were fully exposed to anyone below her. She took a seat a several levels up, where she thought the lecturer would have a good view of her legs, and more if she let him.

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Chrissy was showered and was clean again, she could feel the just fucked glow as she called it, a tingling in her nipples and a dull throb from her abused pussy. With her music playing Chrissy thought back to a period she called her awakening.

She had just turned 18 and coming from a small village there were only a limited number of people around her own age and she used to hang with them, Joe and Charley were brothers, there was Henry a bit of a buffoon, and her best friend at the time Gina.

Once she had turned 18 her parents started to let her out to socialise more, they had been very protective before then. Chrissy had discovered alcohol and that she really didn’t care for it, she tried smoking and smoking pot both made her sick, she was a Virgin and also the youngest of the group Gina being a few years older. Chrissy at 18 was already tall, her figure had yet to fill out so she looked very slim, her tits were already the C cup she now had but on the slimmer frame looked even larger. Her male friends always fluttered around Gina and barely looked at her even though she was very pretty, Chrissy started to watch her friend to see if she could tell why the boys looked at Gina more than they looked at her.

One evening they were in a local club, on a Monday night it was £1 a drink night (it was a few years ago) Gina had arrived with her new boyfriend, everyone else had already met him, Big G they all called him, sometimes shortened to just G, he was Chrissy thought gorgeous big blue eyes, very well-muscled and just out of the army. She later found out that he was genuinely nice but that story will have to wait. Strangely him being with Gina meant the guys were suddenly free but still they took little or no notice of Chrissy. She was stood in the toilets re applying makeup with Gina, Chrissy plucked up the courage to ask Gina if she knew why the boys ignored her.

Gina looked at her and said “well firstly you dress like a boy, baggy jeans and a baggy shirt won’t get their attention and because of that they still see you as too young, the little girl on the outside of the group, tell you what come to my house Friday after work and we will get you ready before we go out.”

Chrissy worked as a carer looking after the elderly, the week passed slowly. Eventually Friday arrived, she had told her parents that she was staying at Gina’s and wouldn’t be home so went directly from work to her friend’s house, once up in Gina’s room she was told to take off her work uniform “let’s see what I have to work with” was Gina’s comment.

Chrissy was stood in her bra and knickers, Gina walked around her half naked friend, “did you get that underwear from your mum she asked?” Gina was amazed at what Chrissy’s usual baggy clothing had been hiding all this time, the expected skinny body hidden by ill fitting clothing was in fact a perfect body as far as Gina could see, there was next to no fat any where, and even in old granny style underwear Chrissy’s breasts and bottom looked great, Gina’s first though was that she could make this young girl look absolutely stunning.

“No they are mine” replied Chrissy, “well they are not good enough so lose them as well. Get them off”, shy and naked she now stood. Chrissy didn’t yet know why but she felt moisture between her legs, her thick curls of pubic hair hiding the moisture from her friend, “fuck me girl you do know it’s 1999 don’t you pubes like that went out with the 70’s come on let me help you this is going to be an epic make over.”

She laid Chrissy on the bed with a towel beneath her bottom, and Gina first with scissors trimmed the bush of pubes back, Chrissy lay there with her face over her hands trembling in what she thought was embarrassment. With pubes trimmed Gina began to rub shaving cream all over Chrissy’s mound, when her legs were eased apart and cream applied directly to her pussy Chrissy stifled a moan. These feelings were new to Chrissy but she could feel her nipples had hardened and not all of the moisture between her legs was from the shaving cream, Gina set to work shaving Chrissy’s pubic area, once she had finished she rinsed of the surplus soap and admired her handy work. Chrissy looked down expecting to see her trimmed bush only to find no hair at all her friend had shaved her smooth. She reached down and touched herself feeling how smooth she was until her friend coughed, “I am still here you know, right on your feet let’s dress you.”

Chrissy stood in front of her friend, she hadn’t been allowed to look in the mirror, Gina had resorted to putting a towel over it to stop her friend from looking. Chrissy was on four inch heels, fuck me boots Gina had called them they came to just above her knee Chrissy thought they looked like pirate boots from the old films. She wore a very very short black skirt with a pale blue thong under it, Gina had found a halter neck top in black with gold beads on the thin strap that tied behind her neck, and the front plunged low between her breasts so she could wear no bra and bodrum escort bayan when she moved she showed a lot of cleavage. “It’s fine” her friend said “just be careful and they won’t fall out, I’ve worn it loads of times”, once Gina had fixed the makeup and hair she declared Chrissy ready and she hurried her down stairs and outside to await the boys at the pub a short walk up the lane.

Chrissy was not used to heels, her enhanced height made her over 6 ft. tall. As she tottered down the road towards the Black Horse she stumbled, Gina giggled as one of her tits popped free of the top. “I’ve worn it but your tits are way bigger than my little handful she laughed”, Chrissy nearly backed out then but Gina encouraged her. “Please wait until the boys see you, if you want to go and change then I won’t stop you” she said. Chrissy could feel the thong being pulled into her pussy slit, as she walked it began to gently rub her. By the time they reached the small pub her pussy was soaking wet.

The black Horse was a nice country pub all old oak beams and horse brasses, most of the regulars that were now sat at the bar knew her step father and had known Chrissy since she was very young. This evening they were all made aware that Chrissy was no longer a child she was the only one that hadn’t seen the overall look, sure she knew her skirt was too short and that her tits were hardly covered but stepping back the whole look was unbelievable. She looked perfect a small amount of makeup and her hair done, her very long legs on high heels made her skirt look even shorter and the very generous amount of cleavage caught the eye.

Gina thought she looked like a goddess, the young Chrissy was simply stunning but she was never going to admit that to her friend out loud, several of the regulars in the pub did comment on how she looked but it was when the boys all piled through the door that Chrissy was hooked, Henry came in first he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Chrissy stood facing him, Charley and Jim ran into his back before they saw what had stopped him all three stopped and stared looking Chrissy up and down, just as Gina had told her to do Chrissy held the practiced pose her chin held high for a few seconds before she turned and walked away.

Chrissy walked into the ladies toilets she had no idea why but the thong she wore was sodden and her pussy was throbbing and other than the slight rubbing of her underwear she hadn’t touched herself, she regained her composure before returning to her friends, in her absence G had joined the group, he looked at Chrissy as well, she could see the twinkle in his eye as he looked her up and down quickly before turning his attention to Gina, we had one drink before climbing into G’s car and heading off into town, Henry followed behind as we couldn’t all get in one car.

Chrissy found herself sitting in the centre of the rear seat with one brother either side of her. Chrissy’s long legs were forced apart by the centre column on the floor and as they drove away she was mortified to see that her skirt had ridden up high enough to show her thong, what’s more her pussy was still doing a good job of trying to eat the damp material and her newly shaven pussy lips were clearly visible to the two brothers sitting either side.

Gina and G sat up front chatting if either looked back they too would see, Chrissy tried to reach down and pull her skirt before anyone noticed, apparently she was to late the brothers each took a hand and hooked her arms around their shoulders holding on to her wrists, Chrissy was not held tightly and she could have freed herself but suddenly she was the centre of attention which was what she had wanted, her pussy pulsed and her nipples hardened Chrissy realised that she really really liked this attention. As she watched, G from the driver’s seat adjusted his rear view mirror, she knew he was taking peeps at her barely covered pussy as well as they drove.

Chrissy leant her head back against the cars seat and with her eyes closed pondered her current position, she had never experienced anything like this, she knew three men were sneaking peeks at her barely covered pussy, she smiled as she wondered what they would do if her pussy was bare, at the thought her pussy pulsed, Chrissy realised she was close to an orgasm she had masturbated often enough to recognise the feelings now coming from her groin. As they drove through the narrow lanes towards the town up ahead the car hit a pot hole, as Chrissy felt her left breast pop free of her top her eyes shot wide open, unsure how to react she closed her eyes again and feigned ignorance a tactic she would be using often in the future, no one said anything but the moisture in Chrissy’s pussy was building as they drove onwards.

The car was parked in a side street, G would collect it tomorrow, and Henry was parked a little further up the road. As Chrissy climbed out of the car she was aware that her backside was pointing directly ortakent escort at Jim behind her, she was sure that this short skirt would be showing quite a lot, in fact Jim was sat looking at her bare pussy, the string of her thong had finally slipped between the folds of her lips as she bent to climb out of the car, from behind she looked as though she wore no panties at all, Jim had to adjust himself before following her out to the pavement.

It was a short walk to the club from where they had parked, Jim linked arms with Chrissy and she couldn’t help but notice he was taking side glances at her boob’s, so far they had remained in her top, Henry and Charley followed along behind, from the looks she was receiving Chrissy suspected that Henry was being told about the ride here. Soon they were entering the dark club, booming music and low lighting, it was always busy on a Monday night the cheap drinks bringing in the crowds, Jim passed Chrissy a bottle of beer which she sipped slowly she rarely drunk but tonight she planned to go for everything full on. Her outfit was getting her a lot of attention, she glanced down to see her top had shifted a little, not enough to expose the nipple but enough to show a lot of one firm breast.

Chrissy beckoned to Gina as she went to the ladies toilets, Chrissy was embarrassed but also uncomfortable so she asked her friend if it was normal for a thong to do what hers was doing, the toilets were empty so Gina asked to see, Chrissy raised her skirts showing that the thong was now wedged between her pussy lips, Gina noticed the moisture on the tops of Chrissy’s legs as well as the soaking thong , best to dry them take them off said Gina go into the cubicle and pass them over the door, reluctantly Chrissy pulled down her wet panties and held them over the door, her friend took them from her. Chrissy heard the hand dryer start up and then a few minutes later the door opened and swung closed Chrissy was left in silence, she called out to her friend but there was no reply.

Smoothing down her tiny skirt Chrissy left the safety of the toilets and went in search of her so called friend, she found her sat on a sofa in the corner of the club cuddling up to G, give them back she whispered. Sorry babe but I chucked them away, totally ruined they were so wet. Chrissy was about to have a hissy fit when the buffoon Henry picked her up off her feet and span her around, as she slid down him back to the floor she found her skirt was trapped between them and had been pulled up as she was lowered, she knew her bare bottom was now facing the dance floor, she pushed Henry away and again smoothed her skirt down but not before Henry had seen her bare pussy. In the dim light of the club Chrissy hoped she had been unseen by anyone else, nervously she finished her beer and Charley replaced it with a fresh one.

Chrissy was on her fourth beer she had a nice buzz going and had forgotten she was half naked, she sat at the bar between Henry and Jim, Charley was stood close behind her. It was Jim that called for a round of shots, another new experience for Chrissy she was soon on her 3rd shot as each lad bought a round. Chrissy not to be outdone paid for the fourth shot, Chrissy was plastered, she was aware of what she was doing but not at the same time.

The lads helped her towards a small outside area for some fresh air, this was before the smoking ban so it was often not used, they ushered Chrissy to a bench which faced away from the club and sat her down. Chrissy sat back enjoying the feeling of someone tweaking her nipples, hey that’s not right she thought and looked down to see her top had been pulled or fallen open, Henry and Charley had one boob each and they were paying a lot of attention to her rock hard nipples.

Chrissy closed her eyes and gave in to the sensation, her nipples tingled and her pussy throbbed, she felt her legs being guided apart in her drunken haze she just let it happen. With her eyes still closed she felt hot breath on her freshly shaven pussy before for the first time a tongue slipped between the wet sticky folds of her pussy. Jim was not much older than her and so was inexperienced but the feel of his tongue exploring her previously unexplored hole soon had Chrissy trembling, she was about to find out just how easily she could reach her orgasm, the probing tongue just flicked over her clit and she shuddered to a climax with a groan she felt a sensation of wetness and then cold as Jim moved away letting the cool night air hit her wet pussy.

Chrissy struggled to her feet, the air had sobered her a bit, and she staggered back towards the club, “come on and dance with me” she said, Henry got there first and supporting her with one arm around her he led her to the dance floor. Henry and Chrissy disappeared into the crowd already on the dance floor with Jim and Charley following close behind. They all wanted a chance at her and none were planning on letting one of the gümbet escort others gain any advantage, soon they all danced around Chrissy. She writhed between them still drunk and clearly very horney both breasts had repeatedly escaped her top, the lads decided amongst themselves that they should take the party home before they were thrown out.

They had drinks and music at home also they would be able to work on Chrissy better in private, Gina and G would without a doubt be disappearing to have sex in one of the three bedrooms giving them chance to party with Chrissy.

In the first taxi was Chrissy this time in the back between Charley and Henry Jim sat up front looking back, Gina and G had decided to stay out and would crash at G’s flat. The lads hadn’t told Chrissy she would be without her friend. As the taxi drove Henry began to kiss Chrissy she liked this again a first, she had kissed before but nothing like this, she was gasping for air when her head was pulled away from Henry and Charley took his place. Chrissy was so engrossed in the kissing it took a few moments before she realised her legs were spread and someone was fingering her pussy. For the whole journey she was passed between the two guys both had fingered her and her pussy was again dripping wet, she accidentally flashed the Taxi driver as she stumbled from the back seat before she was led inside the house.

Chrissy was sobering up but somewhere down deep she decided to play drunk still, it was possibly easier than making any decisions. The music was put on and as before at the club she was dancing surrounded by the three guys, Henry pulled on the bow behind her neck and she felt her top fold down leaving her breasts bare, Chrissy continued to dance as Jim pulled her top off over her head leaving her actually topless. Charley was grinding in to her from behind she could feel the hard lump of his cock between her cheeks, she also realised he had undone the zipper at the side of her skirt and it was slowly descending she was close to calling that it for the night, but the throb of her pussy took charge and with another sway of her slim hips the skirt slid to the floor.

Chrissy found herself dancing with Jim, the other two had sat down and were happily watching Chrissy dance naked, she was surprised to find that being completely naked amongst dressed men was turning her on even more, she had no idea what was going on but she was an intelligent woman and she knew she was going to have to find a way to find out more about what was happening to her. She excused herself from Jim saying her feet hurt, she sat between Henry and Charley and tried to remove her Fuck me Boots. She giggled as she realised she couldn’t get them off on her own, she raised one foot to Jim and realising what she wanted he pulled the boot free, he placed her leg back down but hooked it over his brothers knee.

Charley realising his brothers intensions held the leg in place gently stroking Chrissy’s inner thigh with the second boot removed Chrissy’s leg was placed over Henrys knee, Chrissy looked down at herself she had her bottom on the edge of the sofa having been pulled forwards by Jim removing her boots, her legs were being held as spread as they could be, her newly shaved Pussy was wide open and all three men were staring at the dripping wet hole.

Chrissy closed her eyes as the three men explored her body, they were unexperienced as well despite their bravado only Henry had lost his virginity although Charley and Jim had been given a blow job in the past, even though they were novices the combination of the probing fingers and the fact that they all stared at her bald pussy bought Chrissy to several orgasm’s.

The men spent over an hour playing with Chrissy, before Jim declared it was bed time he suggested that Chrissy take his bed and pointed her in the direction.

Chrissy was a bit bemused as she slipped under Jim’s bedding she had assumed she would lose her virginity tonight but now she had been sent to bed like a little girl again, in the darkness Chrissy ran her hands down her naked body she was still so horney, she had just began to rub her pussy gently when she heard the bedroom door open and close. Now in complete darkness she felt a warm and naked body slide in to the bed next to her, she had no idea which of her friends it was, they were all similarly built and even their hair was similar in length. She had not seen any of them naked but she could feel the warmth of a naked body now, as a hand touched her pussy she reached out and began to explore the male body next to her, as she grasped a very hard cock she heard a groan, she had never handled a cock before and was keen to make the most of this one.

Chrissy had seen one of her brothers watching dirty movies a while ago so she knew what was expected of her, so Chrissy started the rest of the night basing her behaviour on the only thing she had as a reference, a female hard core porn star.

She knelt up on all fours and in the same way as the porn star had Chrissy took the hard cock into her mouth, she estimated it was around six inches long. She began to suck and lick at the cock in the same way her film star had, she gagged a little as she swallowed the cock into her throat until she relaxed taking the whole cock until her face pushed into the pubes at the base of the cock.

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When Reality and Fantasy Merge Part 2

I think it was that film I’d seen that really started me off on what I came to think of as my “Belles”. The old French film I mean with Catherine Deneuve, Belle de Jour.” She was an ultra respectable married woman that wanted more in her life and became a part time prostitute in a brothel. She had no need of the money for her husband was immensely rich and generous and she had everything she wanted apart from illicit sexual thrills. In a way a little like me. With her also there was the psychological side for she too was never quite sure whether it was all in her mind or not.

And that had been me as I went to that bar the first time, dressed like a whore, picked up the young man and fucked him in that warehouse doorway. Until this day I’m not sure whether I really did it or whether it was all some extraordinarily vivid erotic dream in which I acted out the events that had been built up in my mind over the preceding months.

Whatever it was it had been dramatically real and had made me realise that I could have sex in that fashion and that I could get en enormous amount from it. Far more than I could from making love as part of a relationship with someone that I had no emotional tie up to. So of course the other fantasies that had lurked in the deepest recesses of my sexual mind started to move nearer to the front of my consciousness. And always it seemed there was a similar thread running through them. Me being degraded. Me being on the face of it abused. But in my way being in control, taking what I wanted and giving none of me apart from sex. It was as “if I can’t enjoy a normal tender relationship for I can’t handle the emotional involvement needed for me to have successful sex, then have no emotional involvement at all and just the sex.” Quirky and unusual and probably hard to understand I know, but it’s what I felt and was certainly what turned me on. Sex with total strangers who I’d never see again. Sex where I became just an erotic object. An item that gave sex and nothing else.

I know you may say why not get a fuck buddy as the Americans call it. A man who I could have sex and nothing else with. God I meet so many that should be easy. And of course it would be but it wasn’t what I wanted. To an extent I’d know them. There’d be a history and some future. They’d know what was going to happen and that wasn’t in my fantasy script. No this way was better and was what I chose. Find strangers have sex and leave. No involvement, no strings, no emotions and no aftermath with them.

In my mind I became more sexually daring. Not that picking a guy up in a bar and taking him to a doorway and having sex wasn’t daring and possibly dangerous! No, I mean with the act itself. I mean with the type of sex and what I wanted to do with who I picked up. Yes I dredged up those fantasies that the women’s magazines tell us are perfectly normal and are thought of by most sexually active women at some time or the other. Perfectly normal and thought of by many they may be but is it normal to feel as though one acts them out to the point that they are as though they’ve become part of reality? That I doubt is done by most sexually active women do you?

I visualised myself in the same outfit. The same black, frilly, lacy, almost see-through blouse with the buttons loosely sewed back on again. No bra of course and one too many buttons undone. That pelmet of garish, red plastic, the black fishnet hold-ups and high heeled shoes. No need for the long leather coat though for it was now early summer so it was replaced by a light denim jacket. Short, but able to be done up when the need arose later.

I’d ventured further afield. Into North London, Islington. Trendier but with a similar plethora of bars inhabited by young people. Again I’d visited the bars and pubs and clubs in my “civvies.” The research and planning played a big part in the creation of my fantasies. It was exciting being in a bar dressed nicely knowing that if I returned it would be looking very different with completely other aims in mind. It was also incredibly stimulating to poke around in open places searching for the venue where I would do it. Seeing in my mind a doorway, now empty and just a few feet from passersby where soon I might be writhing on the end of an unknown erection, where I would be bare-chested with my skirt around my waist being fucked by a stranger. I imagined doorways, alleys,, parks and even graveyards. It excited me to think about and look at places in the cold light of day knowing that they might form part of this amazing fantasy that was more and more taking shape in my mind.

I’d passed up several likely prospects largely because it was still light outside. That might be just a little too much for tonight’s adventure. Then I saw him and heard him. Standing just down the bar to me he was chatting to someone at the bar in an accent, Dutch or German I thought or maybe Swedish, I couldn’t tell. He caught my eye across the other guy’s shoulder and I saw his piercing blue eyes and sweep of blonde hair. He was nicely tanned wearing just a white tee shirt and tight jeans. He looked muscular, izmit escort very fit and as they say well hung. I looked away and watched him from the corner of my eye. Obviously a regular for he talked to quite a few people and I was beginning to give up hope of being able to see him by himself so I started to think of leaving and go to my secondary bar, see how detailed my planning is?

But then the bar started to clear a bit and I was the only one apart from him sitting at it. He went to the men’s room and came out and, after chatting to a group, came back to the bar his eyes pinned on my crossed legs all the way across the room. He smiled and went to move along the bar towards me but I stopped him with a shake of my head. He lifted his glass indicating as to whether I’d like another drink. I again shook my head but as I did so I undid the last stud on the denim jacket letting it fall open. I was getting adept now at longer range, silent pick ups and was quicker at it than I’d been that first night in Bethnal Green. With his eyes on me I re-crossed my legs taking my time letting him see well up my skirt probably even above my stocking tops. I leaned forward over the bar giving him a good, if rather long distant, view down my top. I could see from the way he was sure he was it for tonight

I slid off the stall letting the cheap skirt get caught on the stool before brushing it down slowly wiggling my boobs as I did. I picked up my lighter and cigarettes and put them into my bag avoiding his eyes that I knew were watching my every move. That done I stood there a moment fumbling in my bag as if getting car keys or something and then looked up quickly and caught him staring at me. He looked flustered but my smile reassured him. He came up to me and said,

“Can I buy you a drink or something?”

Now used to how to get through the usual pick up routine I said quietly,

“No but if you want to fuck me you can.”

I saw him visibly gulp as, at the same time, his eyes widened as he looked straight down my top seeing for sure my lack of bra..

“How?” was his naturally mumbled reply.

“By keeping your mouth shut and following me to where I go, OK?”

I turned and walked out letting my bottom wiggle and hips sway in the tight plastic skirt just as I’d practiced so often. I waited a moment outside for I knew he had to pay his bill and it took a few moments longer than I’d expected before the door opened andhe emrged. He went to come up to me but I shook my head and turned and made off down the road in my high heels knowing that his gaze would be on the undulating cheeks of my bottom and the net of covering my legs.

The timing had been perfect for it was now dusk but not dark as I made my way down Upper Street away from the Angel towards Holloway Corner. I didn’t bother to look back but felt him coming alongside me as we got to a less crowded part. He came alongside and went to say something, probably wanting to know my price. Without even really looking at him I said,

“Here’s the deal. You can come with me and have sex but you musn’t say a word, don’t worry it won’t cost you a penny. OK?

“Yes, yes sure,” he stammered back as I turned off the main road.

He was alongside me but had got the message and didn’t say anything as I turned into the small park. Walking across it I made for the shelter I’d found right in the middle surrounded by gardens on all sides. He followed me inside where despite the gloom there was enough light to see each other as I sat down on the bench and looked up at my quarry. Nice I thought, around twenty, maybe a little older he was good looking and appeared to have a great body.

I looked up at him and smiling reached out and undid his belt and slipped his zip undone. My eyes locked onto his I slipped my hand inside and ran it up and down his erection. “God he’s big,” I thought my heart leaping rather ridiculously at the thought of having a big cock in me. I pulled it out of his boxers and yes it was big. Thick and long it made me shudder at the thought of it going up me and I momentarily wondered if it would hurt me. But I knew that by then I would be soaked and that would help a lot. Still holding his gaze I leaned forward and after licking right up and down his length I took him quickly into my mouth.

In my thinking and fantasising I’d added this variant and as I’d run over it in my mind I’d found it extremely stimulating to be imagining sucking a completely strange cock just minutes after meeting its owner. As I’d thought of that so the man would quickly get to like it and would soon start finding my rhythm and would slowly be moving his hips back and forth at the same time as my head moved. And in that dingy shelter, in that dark park that’s what was happening. I’d reached round him and was gripping the, at one moment firm and at the next soft, cheeks of his wonderfully pert arse as he started to fuck my mouth. I wasn’t ready for that though. Oh no not unprotected.

But I kept him in there knowing that I was bringing him nearer and nearer to ejaculation. As I felt the extra straining of his erection gebze escort in my mouth so I slid the top of the blouse off first one and then the other shoulder wiggling my body until it had completely uncovered my breasts. Then just as I knew he was about to cum I whipped my mouth away. Holding his pulsating cock in my hand I rubbed it quickly between my tits giving it that last impetus that forced his cum to start shooting from him.

I heard a deep grunt, almost a moan, come from his mouth as his warm, sticky cum splattered onto hand my and bare breasts. It just seemed to spew and spew from him in what for a moment, in my fantasizing mind, I thought might be an endless stream. But even young, virile young men can’t do that in reality as they might in the unreal and soon it stopped and there was just a small dribble hanging from the tip. Looking into his eyes again as he ran his hands through my hair saying how marvelous it had been, I rubbed the tip of his still surprisingly hard penis over each of my breasts smoothing his goo into the soft flesh that felt so sensitive and alive.

It was just as I’d imagined in my moments of thinking about this and fantasising about how it would go. The straining I felt in his cock as it prepared itself to ejaculate, the stream of thick liquid shooting from it, the splash of warm cum on my breasts and the feelings as I rubbed it in with the bulbous head of his engorged cock. There’s something so wonderfully dirty and amazingly sordid at having a man cum on your body, especially your breasts. I can’t quite put my finger on why or what but women do fantasise about it and most, I think, welcome a man emptying themselves on her.

He went to talk but I shook my head and continued running his erection over each breasts concentrating its head on my nipples that were now alarmingly hard just as I knew they’d be from when I used my vibrator on my bed visualizing this moment.

Unlike the mainly older men I’d been with since my marriage break down his penis didn’t go completely soft, just a little less than it had been. But it was now time to freshen that back to its fullness. I placed it between my breasts and sort of wrapped them around it looking down at the tip that was sticking out from between its soft covering. It was close enough for me to reach with my tongue and as I massaged the sides with my boobs reveling in it sliding in and out of them lubricated him with his own cum. I licked the very tip several times feeling it twitch and come to life again. Just as the fantasy had indicated I felt the hardness returning, the straining coming back and his hands grabbing my hair.

I stood up letting the blouse fall away from me but still held in the waist-band of the skirt. My breasts were completely bare and still splattered with his semen the hard, erect nipples glistening with it as I took his hands and place them on the full orbs. He rubbed and stroked them making moaning grunting sounds as his fingers explored the soft pliant and such sensitive flesh. As he did that I was, just as I’d planned, holding his cock rubbing it gently as I coaxed it back to its full readiness.

And then the fantasy took a very different turn. My imagination had created a new dimension. I visualised a completely new element to it. In my mind a totally new event happened.

“Hey is this a private party or can anyone join in?” I heard a man’s voice with a heavy accent ask. But it wasn’t the man who was caressing my breasts and whose now wonderfully full erection I was holding against the red plastic covering my tummy. No it came from the entrance to the shelter where as I looked up I saw another man. The man I was holding turned and said,

“Hi Carl, I’m sure you can join in but our lady doesn’t want us or her to talk.”

At first the fantasy had told me that I would panic. But strangely I didn’t. I think it was the first man mentioning not talking that did that. I simply looked at the second man measuring him up and yes he was young, yes he was well built and attractive. And I may well have chosen him had I seen him by himself in the bar. He was slightly familiar and of course, as in the fantasy, he’d been talking to the first one at some time in the evening.

I watched as he came over to us and standing behind me he put his hands around me and cupped my breasts shoving himself against my bottom. He was already thrillingly hard and I felt his length fit between my cheeks. At the same time the first man was pressing his erection against my tummy. The combination of feeling two cocks squashed against me was so exciting that I felt myself losing a little control. Nothing like it had been in the fantasy. I found that I was squirming my crotch, backside and breasts all at the same time against the pleasure giving cocks and hands. And they kept on giving me more and more pleasure. But it wasn’t just that it was the thrill of the two men and the anticipation of both of them having me that contributed hugely to the unexpected sensations that I hadn’t factored into my plan. I knew that this was near rape. I realised that I was going darıca escort to, no had started, having sex without my agreement. That one man at least was forcing himself on me without my permission. But did that worry me, did it concern me or fill me with dread? No my imagination took that on board and the fantasy building up took on a completely different dimension to that which I’d planned. Now I would have the added humiliation of being taken by two men together in tandem, of double the degrading and demeaning. Now, not only was I going to have sordid sex in sordid surroundings but also I had lost control and between they could force me to do as they wished not as I directed.

The fantasy was, as I guess had always been inevitable, going pear shaped.

The fantasy had called for me to pull my skirt up and offer that part of me to one man. Now though I had two pairs of hands yanking at the plastic so that it was bunched around my waist. Now, I was bared by them to their gazes and enquiring hands. Nothing in my imagining had prepared me for this but oddly I didn’t struggle for the domination of me by them seemed if anything to arouse me more.

They spoke to each other as they pawed my breasts and stroked between my legs possibly saying, although I couldn’t understand a word, how wet I was for they spoke in their native tongue. I was even losing control over the silence but now that too didn’t seem to bother me. I found that as their hands slid between my legs I squirmed myself against them pressing the bare, soaked lips and my clitoris onto their skin drawing every last bit of pleasure from the hard, warm flesh. I found that I pressed my breasts back against their hands that were fondling me wonderfully roughly and were pinching and pulling my nipples deliciously fiercely. And I found that I was moaning and gasping from what they were doing, showing emotions and feelings in a way that had not been scripted nor catered for in the fantasy.

The first one said something in what I think now was Dutch. I could only pick out one word and that was repeated several times in the same sentence and that was fuck. It thrilled me to hear it amongst what sounded as a load of gibberish. It thrilled and excited me to the extent that completely out of the intended way I heard myself saying, no whining,

“Yes,yes.”

The first man now came behind me and the other stood in front his hands grabbing a bunch of my hair as the other one grasped my hips. The first pulled my head upwards his face descending as he did so that it was so close to mine I could smell the faint traces of his aftershave and the strong odour of beer on his breath. This was not the fantasy I’d imagined for his mouth enveloped mine and he kissed me greedily and roughly immediately shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. My immediate reaction was to struggle and I tried to pull away but his hold on my hair hurt so much I couldn’t. As I tried to yank my head back so he pulled harder on my hair making me think that a bunch would come out. I cried out with pain and he said, in English, “shut up bitch, keep your fucking mouth shut.” I gasped at both the pain and the language now half afraid and half even more excited. The other joined in obviously now ignoring the agreement we’d made.

“Yes keep it shut until we tell you to open it so we can put our cocks in it.”

He was now shoving himself against my lips and I knew that he would shortly be in me and I managed to blurt out “please wear a condom.” It was somewhat of a relief but also quite an embarrassment when he replied,

“Of course, I wouldn’t put my cock up the cunt of a whore without one.”

Despite everything that was happening to me in this amazingly real and quite chilling fantasy I stammered,

“I’m not a whore, I’m not.” It seemed important for me to make the differentiation, “I just wanted uncomplicated sex.”

And then I got it for suddenly the first man, the one that I’d had oral sex with, was in me. He thrust his large cock in me without warning and I grunted as it slid all the way up.

“Oh yes,” I moaned as he started to surge in and out. The other one, still holding me by the hair pushed my face down and down until it was level with his cock that he’d released from his trousers.

“Suck me, suck me bitch,” he ordered pushing it against my face with his other hand.

And then I got royally fucked from behind by the first man as I sucked and gobbled at the second man’s cock. I was now aroused to the point where I was starting to orgasm when suddenly the one behind me pulled out.

“No, no,” I heard myself say, regretting the show of feelings as I did. But it didn’t matter for they changed places and I was again sucking the first man’s cock as the other entered me. They did that again a few minutes later until I wasn’t really sure who was in me and who I was sucking. Everything seemed to combine into one great mass of sensations and feelings as my body exploded with what turned out to be a massive orgasm. I just couldn’t stop cumming and cumming. Not when the first one spurted into the condom. Not when the other one took his cock from my mouth and went behind me. Not when the first one pushed his condom covered cock with the load of sperm in the little balloon at the tip into my mouth. Not when the other one shoved himself in me and certainly not when he surged in and out quickly, fiercely and quite aggressively still shooting into his condom.

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