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“It’s time to introduce this week’s dare for our intrepid reporter Lisa Marvell. It comes from Bob in Greenville, who describes himself as a long-time Channel 4 viewer and says he has never missed a Friday Night Special.” As anchorwoman Natalie Johnson spoke these words, she glanced across the news desk and addressed her colleague with a smile. “I think, Lisa, that Bob is trying to get you into a little trouble.”

“Oh, sounds intriguing, Natalie,” the blonde reporter responded, retaining her composure and looking straight at the camera. She had been ready to launch into a segment on the box-office performance of the newest movies and seemed caught off-guard by her colleague’s remarks. “You know how much I appreciate our loyal audience, so I’m eager to see if I can do whatever you and Bob have in mind. What exactly is the dare?”

“Well Lisa, we’ve had so many good ideas that I wish we could spend every night on your special reports,” the broadcaster continued.

“I bet you do,” Lisa thought to herself, trying to keep the smirk off of her face.

“But I chose Bob’s suggestion because I bet he’s expressing the feelings of most of her viewing audience. He says that when you join me to co-anchor the 11:00 news this Friday night, he’d like to see as much of you as possible.”

Lisa seemed pleased. “It’s very sweet of him to suggest that I spend more time in front of the camera.”

“Oh, yes, more time,” Natalie said, somewhat amused. “But that’s not exactly what he means when he says he’d like to see more of you during the broadcast,” she said, emphasizing the word “more.” “He’s daring you to be naked for the entire half hour.”

Lisa’s eyes widened as she stared into the camera and replied, “Well, that’s quite a challenge, especially given our censors. But I’ll do my best.”

“I’m sure you will, Lisa,” her colleague replied. And with that, Lisa launched into her report on the box-office figures.

****

For someone randomly switching to Channel 4, that exchange between the two reporters on a local newscast might have seemed shocking. But for the growing number of people who were faithfully watching the late night broadcast, Natalie’s statement was exactly what they had tuned in to hear. The viewing audience knew that Lisa would be asked to perform some sort of daring activity that would be aired on the Friday Night Special broadcast. And it was almost certain that whatever the dare was, it would result in Lisa appearing on camera without her clothes.

Initially the attractive blonde newscaster had undertaken a series of reports on women who “dare to bare,” segments that were made especially memorable by Lisa’s willingness to join the women in their naked activities. Pushing the limits of commercial TV through cleverly controlled editing of the segments, she managed to show increasing amounts of skin as she wore revealing outfits, served as an art-school model, visited a nudist resort, and participated in a racy photo session. Ratings went through the roof, but hosting the twice nightly newscasts on Channel 4 and delivering the weekly special reports exhausted Lisa.

After a well-deserved leave of absence, the daring reporter returned to find that Natalie Johnson, the former weather girl and occasional participant in some of the segments, was now the lead anchor. Lisa’s role now focused largely on performing the dares as well as co-hosting the Friday Night Specials. And although those dares were suggested by the viewers, the final selection was made by Natalie. In fact, at Lisa’s instance, she would do a dare only if Natalie had chosen it. And for her part, the dark-haired anchor seemed only too willing to ensure that Lisa continued to appear on camera in embarrassing and frequently nude situations. Underlying this all, and unknown to their colleagues at the station, the two women continued a romantic relationship that had begun only a few months earlier.

The first week’s dare had come about naturally – the studio was preparing an advertising campaign around Lisa’s return to the late night news, and a suggestion from a viewer to have the blonde reporter appear naked at the news desk was a logical choice. But now, with hundreds of emails coming in from viewers, anything might happen – and with Natalie making the selection, it probably would!

This week’s dare – that she co-anchor the entire Friday late night broadcast in the buff – had already been presented to Lisa and discussed with Bill Reinhart, Channel 4’s news producer, before it was announced to viewers. Bill reminded Natalie and Lisa that while anyone could be shown naked from behind, Standards and Practice was still adamant that frontal nudity was not allowed. Lisa had never resorted to any sort of blurring or pixilation in her reports, feeling that it was more honest to simply control what the audience saw by the angles of the various shots and the careful editing of the raw footage. But it seemed impossible to have her co-anchor an entire broadcast with nothing on.

It was Natalie who had come up with izmit escort bayan the solution and, as Lisa pointed out, one with a particularly naughty twist. “Why not,” the young anchorwoman proposed, “have me in the studio and Lisa co-anchor from a remote location?”

“Oh, and where would that be?” her blonde colleague asked.

“The pool that’s just been opened at the college,” Natalie replied. “Last week Sue Thomson did a feature on their new athletic facilities and we were able to have her report live from there.”

“Of course,” Bill said enthusiastically. “If you get in the pool, Lisa, and keep the water up to your shoulders, the movement of the water will blur things enough that we’ll be able to get it by the censors. That’s perfect.”

Lisa seemed deep in thought, and after a half minute, she broke into a smile. “I seem to recall that when Sue did that piece on the dedication last week, you had her wearing a bikini.”

“That’s right,” Bill replied. “It was a great piece, and the audience reaction was very positive.”

“So let’s have her repeat that report this Friday, and I’ll persuade her to join me in the pool,” Lisa said with a mischievous look, “and get her to wear that bikini again.”

“Not a bad idea,” Natalie added, nodding her head. “And Bill, you know Don Allen, the guy who in charge of the new sports facility over there, right?”

“I do,” Bill answered. “In fact, Don was the one who gave us permission to shoot Sue’s segment.”

“Excellent,” she responded, her eyes lighting up. “He could help us with this and maybe arrange for one other thing as well,” she continued with a grin.

“Oh, and what exactly might that be, Miss Johnson?” Lisa asked.

“Let’s see if Don can call a special late night practice for the college swim team that evening. I’d hate to think of you and Sue all alone in that big pool, and it would be nice to have an audience for our newscast.”

“I think you mean it would be nice to have me naked in front of a group of strangers,” Lisa replied as a thrilling feeling surged through her body.

Natalie just continued to smile and softly purred, “Uh huh.”

Bill kept looking back and forth between the two reporters, trying to make sense of the interaction. Finally, he blurted out, “Look, I have no idea what’s going on with the two of you. But the plan sounds great and I’m sure I can count on Don’s help to make this happen. So, if you’re okay with it, I say let’s go with this for Friday night.”

“Well,” Lisa said with just a hint of sarcasm in her voice. “As I understand the rules here, Natalie gets to pick the dares whether I like it or not.” She paused and looked over at Natalie, reflecting on how her friend continued to find ways to test her limits. “So, I think we’re all set for this week. I’ll approach Sue and I’ll let you,” she said looking at Bill, “arrange with the college for the use of their facilities.”

“And I’ll alert the writers,” Natalie chimed in, “so they can come up with ways to switch between the two of us every four or five minutes. And of course,” she added, “we’ll be sure to block out plenty of time for your segment with Sue.”

So, what appeared to be a spontaneous exchange on air between the two women had actually been worked out hours before, with most of the plans already in place. Bill had confirmed that they could shoot at the pool and that the swim team would be told there was a mandatory practice late-night practice that Friday. Meanwhile, Lisa had alerted Sue that she’d be ask to repeat her segment on the opening of the new facility; now, all she had to do was figure out some way to persuade Sue to get in the spirit of the Friday Night Special reports. She had just three days, but she already had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to do.

*****

The following day, Lisa Marvell made a point to be at the studio when the 6:00 newscast aired even though she wasn’t appearing on camera. Instead, she waited in her office, watching the broadcast and waiting to see Sue’s piece on a consumer fraud issue. As soon as that segment finished, the blonde reporter stepped out of her office and stood at the end of the corridor that led to the set used for the newscast. “Sue?” she asked, trying to discern the figure coming toward her.

“Lisa?” she said, approaching her and greeting her with a hug. “I just finished my segment and was getting ready to head home. You know, I barely got to say anything to you last week with everyone around.” She paused, blushing slightly as she recalled how they had all participated in a video shoot that featured a naked Lisa surrounded by the fully dressed news team. “It’s great to see you. And you look fantastic.”

“Well,” Lisa said with a good-natured chuckle, “I think everyone had a chance to see just how I look.”

Sue blushed even more as she shared the laugh. “That wasn’t exactly what I meant, but what you did for that promotional piece was pretty amazing. And it definitely seems that the time off kocaeli abal yapan escort agreed with you.”

“Just what the doctor ordered,” Lisa replied, genuinely pleased to see her fellow reporter’s reaction. “And look at you,” she continued, taking a step back and instinctively checking out the appearance of her friend. “Looks like you’ve been working out,” she added diplomatically.

“You mean I’m back on my diet,” Sue laughed. “I am, and sticking to it. I’ve lost fifteen pounds, thanks to you.”

“To me?” Lisa asked, a puzzled look on her face.

“Yes, you! As soon as you took off, Bill wanted to find ways to liven up the broadcast in order to keep the viewers. I got a whole new wardrobe, and most of the tops had some sort of plunging neckline. I wonder why?” she smiled, putting her hands under her 36C breasts and pushing them up. “Then we brought on a couple of new people, and suddenly the skirts got tighter,” she added with a note of amusement. “So I decided to get serious about my weight.”

“Well, you look amazing.”

“Not bad for a 39-year old mother of two, eh?” Sue said, pirouetting in front of Lisa. “Good thing, too. Last month we all appeared in shorts and Hawaiian shirts for a segment on summer vacations. And last week Bill has me doing a piece on the new sports complex at the university, and he asked me to report from the indoor pool…wearing a bikini!”

“I know, I saw that. Very nice work,” she said with a smile as she recalled the shapely form of the petite 5 foot 3 inch brunette in her swimsuit. “I’m sure the viewers appreciated seeing a new side of you,” Lisa continued. ”

“Well, we know they love seeing you again,” Sue replied with a bright smile. “I saw the Friday night rating results; they were fantastic.”

“And I think Bill is counting on the fact that the two of us together will mean even bigger ratings,” Lisa added. Then, seeing the somewhat perplexed look on her colleague’s face, she continued, “I’ve heard you’re joining me Friday night for a repeat of your report on the new pool.”

“Oh that,” Sue replied. “I’m sure the audience will only be paying attention to you.”

“Well, we’ll see,” Lisa said with a sly smile. “You know, I’m just going to grab a quick bite to eat and then I’m heading over to the sports center. Don Allen, the guy in charge over here, is letting me in as soon as the pool closes at 9:00 so I can see where we’ll be shooting Friday night. I’d really appreciate it if you join me.”

Sue hesitated, seemingly unsure of what to say.

“It would be a big help,” Lisa added pleadingly. “You’ve already been there so you can show me where you shot. And besides,” she added cheerfully, “there’s a new wine bar near campus so we can have dinner and get caught up on things. My treat!” she added.

“How can I refuse?” Sue said gratefully. “Give me just five minutes to make sure my husband’s able to get the kids to bed without me, and I’ll be ready to go.”

*******

By the time they entered the college sports complex, it was a few minutes past nine. Lisa had just texted Don Allen, who said that he was stuck on a conference call with donors on the West Coast. He suggested that they wait for him in the lobby and that he would take a break from his meeting as soon as he could. Both women were relaxed, having split a bottle of wine with their dinner, so they found a couple of comfortable chairs near the men’s locker room and amused themselves by exchanging comments about the guys who passed them on the way out of the building.

As one particularly good looking young man went by, Lisa leaned over to Sue and whispered, “I’d definitely like to see him in a Speedo.”

Her colleague giggled and, in a voice that was a little louder than she intended, replied, “The hell with that. Let’s see him without his Speedo.” The swimmer turned his head in their direction, prompting Sue to turn a bright shade of red as she covered her mouth with her hand.

“I think he heard you,” Lisa said teasingly, and both women tried to suppress their laughter.

Over the next ten minutes the complex cleared out until no sounds could be heard from the locker room. Just when Lisa thought that perhaps Don had forgotten about them, he came hustling down the hallway holding a key ring in his hand.

“I am so sorry, ladies,” he began as Lisa quickly introduced herself. “It looks like this call is going to go on for at least another half hour. I’ve got three major backers on the phone and a member of the college board of trustees in my office.” Turning to Sue he continued, “You were just here last week so I’m sure you remember the layout of things.” Handing the key ring to her, he suggested, “Do you mind giving Lisa a tour without me? You can just go in through the women’s locker room and that will lead you straight out to the pool.”

“I remember it well,” Sue responded with a smile. “We’ll be happy to look around on our own.”

“And don’t worry,” Lisa izmit evi olan escort added. “If you can’t get off your call, I’ll just text you when we’re finished and you can tell us where to leave the keys.”

“Thanks, ladies,” Don said, breathing a big sigh of relief. “I promise next time I’ll be free and give you the grand tour of the place,” he said as he hurried off to his office.

“Well, looks like we’re on our own,” Sue said after he vanished into the stairwell.

“I know,” Lisa whispered in a conspiratorial tone of voice. “Let’s see what mischief we can get into,” she added with a giggle.

As they entered the locker room, Sue pointed out that she planned to begin her segment with footage from last week’s report, which started with her in the lobby discussing the new sports complex and then leading the camera into the changing area and showers.

“We have a scene we didn’t use last week with me getting into my bikini in the locker room,” she said with a look of embarrassment. “I guess I was a little bit nervous about it, but it seems like it might be more appropriate for the Friday night broadcast.”

Lisa’s face brightened, sensing that she was definitely making progress with Sue, and she immediately replied, “That would be fabulous. Thank you for be willing to add that to your piece.” She paused, then continued in a more serious tone.

“For what it’s worth, there have been plenty of times when I’ve hesitated about what to edit out of my segments. But it’s been a great way for me to push myself and test my boundaries. And frankly, there was stuff in last week’s video that I might have cut a few months ago.”

“I noticed that,” Sue replied with a chuckle. “It was kind of hot.”

“Thanks,” Lisa responded with a smile. “So I think it’s great you’re thinking of taking some chances. As long as you’re comfortable with what you’re doing, I’m sure our viewers will love it. Now,” she continued, “can you show me how we get out to the pool so we can figure out how we’re going to be able to shoot this?”

“Sure, you just turn the corner there and go past the showers. That leads us to the indoor pools.”

“Pools?” Lisa asked.

The two women entered midway along the side of a large enclosed area that was almost the length of a football field. Although the lights were still on, things were eerily calm. The water surface was perfectly still, and the low hum of the filtering system could be heard echoing off the high ceiling.

“There are actually two pools here. The large one,” she said pointing to the pool that stretched toward the left end of the building, “is roughly 50 yards in length and 25 yards wide and it’s used for swim meets and practices. You can see,” she continued, “right now they have four lanes marked by the ropes and the rest of the pool open for free swim. But during competition, all eight lanes will be set up.” Lisa nodded as her colleague turned to the right and led her along the side of the pool toward an open area that had a number of benches as well as some racks and bins containing exercise equipment and towels.

“This,” Sue continued, “is a warm-up area.” The benches and bins covered an area that ran for roughly another thirty-five or forty feet along the wall and extended out about half the width of the lap pool. “And beyond that,” she said pointing to the far corner of the building, “you can see the thermal pool.”

“Looks like an oversized hot tub to me,” Lisa said with a chuckle as they moved closer to inspect the second pool. It measured about twenty feet in diameter with a built in ledge below the water line. A small cloud of fog or steam hovered just above the surface, and the water itself was in continuous motion.

“It’s also called the therapy pool because sometimes it’s used for treating muscle injuries. So, the water’s heated,” Sue continued, “which explains the steam. And there are a series of water jets around the side and that’s what keeps the water moving. “

“My goodness,” Lisa exclaimed, “we never had anything like this at my college.”

“I know, it’s pretty incredible, isn’t it?” Sue responded.

“I can see all sorts of possibilities right here for our broadcast, which means I shouldn’t have to intrude too much on the swim team while they’re practicing,” she said with a smile as she gestured back to the large pool. “But let’s get to work,” she said, finding an empty bench in front of the thermal pool and putting down the large bag she had been carrying.

“Here,” she said, as she extracted a small digital camera and handed it to Sue. “Clayton’s going to be the cameraman for Friday’s broadcast, and he asked me to take a few test shots of the specific locations we want to use. That way,” Lisa continued with a smile as she reached for the zipper on her skirt, “he and I can figure out how to make sure we don’t get in trouble with Standards and Practices.”

Sue must have still been feeling the effect of the wine, as she started to giggle at the mention of the censors. Or, it may have been her way of covering her embarrassment as Lisa stepped out of her skirt and placed it on the bench.

“What?” she said in teasing voice, “it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before. I’m going to need you to shoot some footage of me in the water now so we can see what will work.” And with that, she quickly undid the buttons on her top and slipped out of her shoes.

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A vacation in Arizona sounds great – but in July? These were my first thoughts when my wife approached me with our summer vacation plans. Now I am not one who shies away from going on vacation, but Arizona is pretty hot and this year’s temperatures were super hot according to local standards. What was she thinking? Well, rather than let her feel like I was stomping all over her idea, I agreed to go – especially after she mentioned that it was already booked.

So off to AZ we go. After a couple of days a laying around the pool, eating well and sleeping lots, we had finally unwound from the stresses of everyday work life. We kind of looked at each other and just knew that we had both arrived at the same time. To recognize this, we went out to a nice restaurant on property at the resort we were staying at for the week. The Hawaiian martinis were going done smoother than water and having their desired affects on us both. We were as mellow and relaxed as can be. After dinner we strolled around in the hot summer AZ evening, feeling the warm gentle breeze caress our bodies.

While walking around the backside of the hotel on our way to our room, we noticed that there was a lot of laughing and commotion on the top / sixth floor. When we looked up we were able to see some flashes and what appeared to be naked people running out onto the deck for a quick pose. After someone snapped a picture, another person jumped out for a picture. This happened for a few more times while we were watching.

This definitely had an effect on me!! My cock started straining the light shorts and boxers I was wearing, trying to escape for some attention. My cock was positioned such that it was caught in the boxers and poking straight out for anyone to see if they walked by. My wife was definitely into watching what was going on as well. She was turned fully facing the flasher deck taking it all in. As she izmit escort took a step back to see if a better view was possible, she bumped into my protruding dick. Not missing a beat she lightly touched it, teasing it to an even greater strain on my shorts. This was getting too much for me!! I needed to first reposition then cum. But when I went to adjust, my wife commanded me to “Leave it!”

This was quite out of character for my very conservative wife. She then grabbed hold of my protruding handle and pulled me to the hotel entrance door where our room was located. While she was pulling me to the door some 150 ft away, I kept thinking that someone might see us! She and I had never done anything like that before and it was making me hornier and hornier. Our room was close to the entrance, so we got to our room fast without anyone seeing us in that compromising position.

Once in the room I figured that we were going to fuck each other silly so I started to strip. My wife had other ideas though. She just patted my cock and said, “I really do not want to do anything tonight. At least not right now.”

Devastated, I watched as she headed out to our deck. Sheepishly I followed her after grabbing an ice water on the way. While we were out there, a huge thunderstorm started moving in and we watched this for about 15 minutes. While watching the storm, our flasher friends started taking more pictures on their deck. Luckily I had my binoculars out with us on the deck. While watching the thunderstorm directly over the flasher’s room, I occasionally stared at the couple’s tight tanned bodies through my binoculars – this only brought back a raging hard-on. Trying to improve my odds of having sex, I offered my wife the binoculars for her to see / watch…the thunderstorm. Without hesitation, she took the binoculars from me.

She pretended to look izmit anal yapan escort at the storm but quickly let her line of sight drop to the flasher’s room. She was transfixed on these flashers for a long time. Something I never thought that she would ever do before tonight! To get a better view of what was going on with the ….. storm, she approached the railing never losing focus of the couples running around naked on their deck. As the storm quickly passed over us, her reason to be staring over at the flashers was gone. But she didn’t care at this point – she was transfixed on seeing and imaging what was going on at the flashers room. Equally I was just as transfixed – watching my wife coming out of her shell.

With the storm passed and the flashers looking like they were winding down on their second flasher session, I gave my wife a big hug and pressed my pulsating cock against her. She quickly glanced at me realizing that she was far from being discreet in her watching.

“That made me so hot watching them” she moaned as I rubbed her breasts through her thin summer dress. With my cock firmly planted against her ass, we started passionately kissing and grinding our hips together with all our clothes on fueling our hunger for each other. After a few minutes of this, I need to get my cock into this woman or I was going to explode in my pants.

Sensing this my wife intuitively turned around to face me and caressed my cock thru my shorts. Feeling it pulsate and strain through the thin material, she then unbuttoned my shorts to free my cock from constraint. As quickly as she did that, she pushed me onto the chair I was previously sitting on during the storm.

Stepping out of her underwear, she lifted her dress, turned her back to me and slipped my cock into her sopping pussy. There was so gebze escort much wetness, it covered her thighs and mine with juices and filled the air with the sweet smell of sex. As she was riding my cock her juices continued to flow and her ass cheeks slapped against my thighs. Reaching around her I pulled down the dress she was wearing to revealing her heaving breasts to rub them for heightened ecstasy. As this happened, she groaned rather loudly and didn’t stop!!

“This feels so good! Don’t stop!” She proclaimed with hunger in her voice.

As I repositioned to reach around further to get a better hold of her tits, I caught something out of the corner of my eye. In the bushes near the entrance to the hotel where we came in earlier, there was a couple – or rather – one of THE couples from the flashers room. Fully clothed now, they were now watching us!! Here we were – my wife’s tits swinging to and fro, her dress hiked up high around her waist and a rhythmic slapping of her ass on my thighs – and these people were catching a great show!

This was getting too much or me!! Releasing my wife’s breast, I grabbed her hips and started thrusting her up and down my cock at a faster rate. With my wife now bouncing on my cock, slapping her ass against my legs, moaning even louder, we were putting on the show of our life for our viewers – all without the knowledge of my wife!

All this thrusting and fucking turned out to be too much for us both. Within a few short minutes, we came in a furious rush of adrenaline, cum and relief. With my cock still entirely stuffed into my wife’s soaking pussy, I tried to catch a glimpse of our viewers, only to see that they had disappeared.

My wife, still having some residual sex left, started rubbing her clit to see if she could make herself cum again. My own cum and her juices were now commingled and flowing out of her pussy, coating her fingers and my legs. Finally after rubbing her clit some more, she came again and sat back on me with her legs splayed open for all to see her glistening pussy.

I don’t know if she saw our guests or they saw her cum filled pussy, but that was the best fuck I ever had. With summer still 8 months away, I am planning our trip back to AZ.

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Story design: NUDE DAY 2019

A feminist french college professor decides it’s time for women to stand up against body shaming

An alarm angrily attacked my senses to stir me from my deep slumber. I smashed the thing to pieces and looked at my phone. Snap, it’s fathers day. My father is a hypocritical fool. He always told me, “Bella, dress conservatively and act like a proper lady. Marry into a rich family. A women shouldn’t be educated and should clean around the house and give birth to children.”

He was a fool. It was because of men like him that I decided to become a professor teaching woman equality in a prestigious college in America. Far from home, away from that despicable man and the city lights of Paris. No wonder mother left him. I wonder if mother was as powerful as I am.

I normally don’t even think of my father but today is Father’s day. He’s mad that I didn’t fly out to Paris to visit him. Sorry dad, I have a class to teach. It’s 7:30 in the morning. I am a powerful woman and I dress how I want. I take a shower and shave. I wrap myself in a white towel and look at myself in the mirror.

My father says I look just like my mother but my father is also a liar. I have pale skin, freckles splashed across my face, and my green eyes have massive bags under them from being up late. I took off my towel and attempted to toss it in the basket across the bathroom. I completely missed. Oh well. I looked back into the mirror and whipped out my eye-liner and massacre to make my eyes stand out more. I gave them a quick bat when I’m finished to check the effect. Yes, this will do.

I put on my favorite black leggings,

They are professional, but still sexy like lingerie. I strapped on a simple dark blue dress that stopped just above my knee caps. It came down pretty low, if I bent over it’d give you a juicy view. My breasts also aren’t small but they aren’t huge. Goldilocks would say they’re just right. I put on a little black choker. It was more provocative, especially being in the position I’m in, but A girl is allowed a little fun right? Don’t be like my dad and try to tell me what to wear! This escort bodrum is my story. Okay, anyways.

I usually kept my long, red hair down most of the time. I have a small upside down cross tattoo behind my ear that I do not want my colleagues or the students to see. My father always wanted me to be a christian girl. Little does he know that I’m actually a nymphomaniac. I love sex. I have an uncontrollable desire to always have it. Never with my students of course. But, I do tease them a lot.

Okay, so the school I teach at is a super prestigious school out in Kansas. Not a lot of people go there but its like very famous. They said I’m their best professor and the students love my lessons. I teach them about women rights, why you should love women and why women are powerful!

They’re always very interested in my teaching. I’m very passionate about my job. I even like to jump on the desk and wave my ruler around at them even though I wear dresses without panties and I know if they look they can see but sometimes, I just get in the heat of the moment. Sorry daddy! And besides, how come men can wear whatever they like and walk around with their shirts off all the time but women can’t?

And that brings me to todays lesson. I will be the first college professor to teach her class nude. Now, I checked in with the art professor about the legality of the lesson since he brings in nude participants like all the time for his art class and He told me as long as all of my students are above the age of 18, it’s fine. He will even be their to walk me through it. I’m in luck! All of my students are young adults over the age of 18. Most of them men, a few are women. It’s the women especially that I hope this lesson will resonate with.

The class should already be at their seats awaiting my arrival. I parked in my normal parking spot and checked myself in the car mirror. Oh, I almost forgot my glasses. I put on my red rimmed glasses even though they clashed with my blue dress and black heels. I’m a powerful woman, I wear what I want. I got out my car and walked into the university. My bodrum sınırsız escort heels echoed against the floor as I made my way into the class room. Before I made it though, the art professor that teaches next to me stops me and wishes me luck on my next lesson, he’s sure it’ll be a success. Unfortunately, he won’t be able to make but he did set up a camera to record the lesson for the entire world to learn from. I told him thank you and walked into my classroom.

I am blasted by chatter as I walk into the room and it doesn’t stop even after I walk in and make my way to the desk. It is a large classroom with my blackboard and desk being the center of it all. I cleared my throat. Nothing. I cleared my throat a little louder this time. Still, nobody cared. This time, I slowly began to take off my heels in front of everybody. This started to garner some attention as my dress climbed up my thigh and I slipped them off to reveal my feet wrapped in the black leggings. The class began to quiet down and whispered as they watch me slip off my other heel. I grabbed my heels and suddenly, chucked them against the wall.

That caused a reaction, people began to instantly chatter and mass confusion in sued. There I was in my glasses, dress, choker, and leggings. My heels on the floor across the classroom and Everybody was confused about what happened so I climbed up on the desk and yelled, “Why do women wear high heels?”

Silence, no response, I continued, “Because men want us to dress sexy for them! We don’t need heels to be sexy. We don’t need make-up, or clothes, or anything. Men should like us for who we are and not the way we dress. We shouldn’t have to dress conservatively to avoid being raped, We shouldn’t have to dress slutty to find a mate. We should be able to wear whatever the fuck we want, when we want! Who agrees with me?”

I got a few cheers but nobody in the crowd really backed me up. Some of them were looking at me like I were crazy. This pissed me off. I decided to really get them involved. I got off the desk and looked at the chalk bodrum otele gelen escort board. I grabbed the chalk and wrote in huge letters, “I AM A WOMAN”

I turned back to the class. I definitely had every bodies attention from the stunt I pulled earlier but I don’t think I quite had every bodies support. I climbed back onto my desk and asked the class, “What does that say?”

A few people muttered back, “I am a woman?” but they sounded unsure or bored.

I repeated louder, “What does that say?”

A few more people got involved and said, “I am a woman.”

This really pissed me off. I needed everybody involved so I decided to turn things up a notch.

“We don’t need clothes to define a womans’ credibility. If a man can walk shirtless, why can’t we?”

I said as I began to take off my dress. Some of the guys began to hoot and holler, others stared wide-eyed as I started to wiggle out of my dress and leggings. Most just sat bewildered as their professor was stripped fully naked. I stood back on the desk with my chin held high and my hands on my hips so that the entire class can take in all of my glory. I left the choker on for maximum effect.

I yelled at them with pride and honor, “I am a woman.”

And one of the students yelled back “yes you are”

as him and a group of his friends began to pull out their cell phones and snap pictures of me. Some nerdy kid ran from the classroom. A few of the girls were shifting around uncomfortably. Others were just downright confused about what was happening.

While all of this was going on. I stood on my desk, starkly nude for all to see. I made a few twirls but before things went too far, I guess that nerdy kid went and told the Principal of the school and two security guards came into my classroom.

They kindly asked me to get off of the desk and put my clothes back on. They will be escorting me out of the building. I did not resist them however I also didn’t put my clothes back on. I just bundled them up and let them escort me out naked as the entire student body and some of the staff members kept pictures of me on the way out. The next day I was fired and lost my job but I still do not regret my actions because those students learned what a real woman was. I received emails from anonymous people online for many years after this saying they came to these pictures and said I was very courageous and beautiful. I only hoped one day my father will realize just how powerful his daughter really is.

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Late evening after the Airport…

Having slept off most of her day due to muscle relaxers Margo could only lay around weeping at the loss of her son Elliot. She knew he would come home again but this was her first ever moment of complete solitude that did not last longer than eight hours. Elliot would always return home from school each day. Now that return would be in six months. Would she go mad in that time? It felt as if she might. Of course, she would have new roommates moving in to help contain her sanity. She hoped.

“I can’t stop thinking about that truck ride. Their hands were all over me. If I had allowed it they might have stripped me naked right in front of my son. I was so very close on the way home. Cabot and Eric actually had their dicks out under my ass. Skin on skin is impossible not to notice. Did I give away that I felt them throbbing under me? If not for Elliot I think I’d have masturbated in front of all five boys. That would have went over deliciously.”

Margo Needy lay in bed using her vibrator for the last three hours. She just could not stop torturing herself intimately. Elliot’s four friends plus one more were too handsome to ignore. Teasing was becoming far too easy. She wanted their attentions badly, at the same time fearing the long term outcome. This whole living together thing was going to be amazing, yet terrifying. Once she fed on them, they her, there would be no stopping. Margo Needy wasn’t certain she wanted to stop. Before when her husband Darryl was alive she was a sexual beast at his command. Now with him gone, her life and appetite was her own. She was ready to fuck the world.

“Come to Margo…Cabot…Brian…Heath…Eric…yessssssssss.” Gusher after gusher…orgasm after orgasm…scream after scream. Not a soul to hear. DAMMIT! She needed to feel closer to them but how? She found herself tempted to call them as they had her, yet knew that would be too obvious. In the beginning there needed to be a certain reality before allowing fantasy to rule them, she included.

“Brian’s brother Jeff stood by outside the truck as I peed on the interstate. He kept my panties. That had to have tipped the boys off that I was extremely turned on by them.” More moans escalate through an already hoarse throat. Her toy dipping deep and sensually as Brian fucked her in her visions. A strange turn in images found his brother Jeff grabbing her after she had just urinated along the highway and slammed her against his brothers truck, taking her from behind as vehicles in passing observed. That scene alone sent her body into another round of convulsions. The night was young.

“Jeff groped me when I was dropped off at home. All of the boys noticed that. Surely, I gave them thoughts on claiming my body as theirs. Oh Darryl…what have I started?” Her call out to her late husband’s ghost made her shiver with delight. She firmly believed her husband was watching over her every move. “I want them to respect me, yet I …want them all as lovers too. Is that even possible? Can we all exist as a family and enjoy each other? I want to say yes but, will it get…out of hand?” She hoped so deep down. Truthfully, Margo Needy wanted them to be ravenous.

“I wonder what the boys are doing now?”

9:45 PM in the town of Wildwood, Pennsylvania.

“That’s right Mrs. Needy you just take my big ole’ cock up that tight lil’ ass. Oooo yeah! That mushroom is having troubles getting in there. Too bad I’m not giving up on it, you just lay there screaming and digging those nails into your mattress.”

Brian Hancock was the darker side of the quartet. Zac Efron as if on steroids, the former High School wrestler knew how to play hard. Even in his dreams, fantasies. After a lengthy discussion over the truck ride to Philly and back, he and his friends talked about nothing but Margo Needy and their lust for her. He just knew they were going to tag the MILF as he was doing right here and now in the privacy of his own bed. No mere fantasy he prodded himself, this dream was destiny.

“There it’s in. Good job MILF. You took it like a pro. You like my cock don’t you? Let me pry these twerkers wider so I can see how full I’m stretching that pucker. Hell yes! Thing of beauty. Not talking about you but, you’re welcome.” He laughs arrogantly. “Deeper? Words to my ears Momma Needy.” He dry humps his bed just for kicks then returns to jerking off in mad fashion. Brian Hancock had a load awaiting Mother.

Across town, his brother Jeff stood in his shower masturbating just the same. What little he had experienced with Margo Needy was enough to storm his own set of torment. Jerking off under the hot cascade of mini Niagara all he could picture was taking Margo Needy from behind, her hair in his hand. Strangely, it had also crossed his mind as it did Margo of fucking her along the highway against Brian’s fender well. A shared fantasy mere moments apart if the time table was calculated to perfection.

“I gotta get in on this game. Those lucky sons o bitches. I’m not gonna be left out on tagging that hot bitch. bodrum escort bayan Someday soon Mrs. N. Someday soon.” He would jerk off three times before a final beer of the night and stained sheets.

Eight blocks away from both Hancock brothers, Heath Talbot could not stop picturing Margo’s massive 40D’s in all of their silicone lifted poise. Imagining the road trip while they were treating her to a massage. At this very second he was rubbing her shoulders guiding her dress ever so slowly down her shoulders. Dreamy skin revealing inch by inch as his boys worked their own magic on her legs. Her dress was not hiding much.

Chuckling to himself he leered over his shoulder at a slumbering Elliot, his head on the trucks window asleep. “We’re gonna fuck your Mom Elliot. You okay with that? As if we care what you think. You just stay asleep Bro.” The fantasy was vivid. A shame that even Elliot’s drool was a part of it all.

“Let’s just get those hooters out once and for all and see how you react.” He mentally tells Margo as her body falls limp to everyone’s massages. She was in a zone from her muscle relaxers and in a sense uncaring as they drew closer and closer to touching the good stuff. All Heath knew was he could hear her soft moans. Margo’s eyes closed to the world at the time. Within Heath’s fantasy he managed her dress down over her tits for a full on party fest view, imagining a proud moment of achievement toward his fellow massagers. Cabot with his fingers up under her short skirt had reached her panties while grinning his own success, nods his approval at Margo’s stunning high pitch nipples.

Eric and Jeff in their own hands found Margo putty and purring. Uncaring if her son woke up or not. All they knew was the woman was smiling as she lay there over their laps. Heath had his visions down to a science. Daring to reach around Margo he squeezes her breasts, her head falling back against his shoulder, her hair’s scent vivid to his fantasy.

“You found them.” Heath envisions her whisper as he gropes her chest.

“God I love these titties.”

“They love you Mister Talbot.” Her voice was so authentic in his mind.

“You want us don’t you?”

“Of course. I’ve always wanted you boys.”

“Hear that guys?” Heath prods his buddies as if reality.

“Fuck yes.” Eric Crowe smugly lifts her feet up and sucks her toes. From the front seat Jeff Hancock does the same with her opposite foot, prying her legs wide between the two. Legs of athletic beauty, muscularly toned and dedicated to all eyes.

Heath continues his fantasy by kissing her neck and whispering, “What if Elliot wakes up?”

“Do any of you care if he does?” Margo sighs at Heath’s lips nuzzling her ear.

“Fuck no.”

“Then, neither shall I. Please continue.” Her voice was so real.

Heath tilts her face enough to plant a kiss on her lips. She stole his breath instantly, feeding on his mouth like a starving child. So very real. Heath imagines a good long passionate liplock. Steamy as all get out. Feeling her body tense in his grasp, he pictures looking down to see Cabot peeling her panties aside and fingering her perfect pussy.

“Yessss. Don’t stop.” Heath hears her speak into his mouth. Heath was destroying his cock under the visions he was creating. Seconds later he would explode only to start over from scratch. She was more than willing to add to his sexual dreams.

Four blocks from Heath’s family home…

“She sat on my cock and didn’t even let on. Was she being polite or fucking naïve?” Eric Crowe sat at his computer desk nursing an erection slowly. For ten minutes now he imagined her sitting on his lap with his bare cock under her, skin on skin. “No way she didn’t notice me or Cabot. Hot skin on hot skin got sticky. She fucking knew. Heck yea! Do we call her out?” He knew the deal that Cabot had made them all abide. For now he would just enjoy his own juicy reality. He really wanted to text her. Should he?

Seven miles out…

“MMMMMM!” Margo held her Hitachi wand directly over her clit, having stretched her pinkness taunt for the most miraculous effect. Both legs in the air with her feet pointed out as if back rudders on a airplane. “I love you boys. So very much. Hold me down and kiss me everywhere. Show me you want me in your lives. MMMM! I wish you were really here.” Refusal to end her intimate torture led to another hour of two toys at work in synch. Between her wand and a thick lifelike dildo she demanded punishment. Over and over again she convulsed and fell into roaming her body with trembling hands. Switching positions she began again.

“Someone call meeeee!” She begged, “Text me. Even if it’s to say goodnight.” Her feet thrashed about as she moaned. In her lasting tremors at an overflowing gusher she drops flat on to her belly and lays there unable to process her thoughts. Finally, her cell pinged from a text. Rolling to her side she reaches over her mattress to snatch it up, blowing her brown locks from her vision to read it.

“Which bodrum otele gelen escort one of my boys?” She flares her eyes, “Oh my God! Elliot!!” Setting up in her puddled sheets she uses both hands to text back to his simple, “Goodnight Mom. Love you.”

“Skype with me.” She pleads via texting. “I need to see my handsome boy.”

“Can’t.” He returns, “Mom? It’s 4:05 AM. I just woke up from a nap. Took 8 hours to get here and another two hours to check in at the school. I really needed sleep to kill my hangover. I have four roommates. What is it about that number? Nobody speaks English but me. Well, one guy he’s Egyptian. Farouk I think his name is, I’m just gonna call him Fuck.”

“Call me then. I need to hear your voice.”

“Everyone’s sleeping. Our beds are really close in this tiny room.”

She has a mental breakdown squirming into a maddening sprawl over her soaked bedding. “ELLLLLLLLLLLLLLIIIIIIIIOOOOOOOOOOOT!” She lets the house hear, mice obviously scurrying into hiding.

“Let me get settled good before we talk or skype. I know it’s late there. How was the ride home?” He writes.

“I LET YOUR BUDDIES PAW ME UP.” She yells tugging her hair, “Dammit Elliot.”

“The guys treat you good?”

“GOD YES!” She belts out covering her face in her long hair hiding her shameless grin. Instead of typing back her first reply she adds, “They were…gentlemen.”

“Awesome. When are they moving in?”

“I’m not certain. I requested a day to cry my eyes out before they do.”

“Awwww Mom! Don’t cry. It’s only six months. Of course if my grades are excellent I’m sure my offer might extend elsewhere.”

“We cross that body of water when you prove yourself to them. Send me a selfie.”

“Only if you do.”

“Of course.”

She awaits a few minutes before receiving a photo and opens it. In the picture Elliot blew her a kiss. Behind him stood a half asleep Egyptian boy of similar age looking bewildered by Elliot’s actions.

“A kiss. Awwww!” She rolls over on her belly and types, “Your friend Fuck is awake.”

“LOL! I just realized. He got up to use the restroom. His bed is next to mine. Your turn Mom.”

Primping her hair a bit she poises her cell above her and snaps a pic also blowing him a kiss. Without a thought she sends it off. Three minutes later Elliot replies.

“Mom!! I can see your butt in the picture. What’s that big microphone laying next to you?”

“WHAT?!!” She pulls her picture up and sees the crack of her ass perfectly dipping between her heart shaped cheeks. Sure enough her wand was touching her hip. Defeated by her tired nature she giggles, “Just like by the pool. Maybe I am naïve.” In response she writes, “You were not meant to see that Young Man.”

“Fuck saw it too. I just showed him your picture. He thinks you’re my girlfriend. LOL!”

“UGGGGGGGGGGH! Why me?” She drops her face into her mattress. Laughing about it she types back, “Why would you show him that picture knowing my ass is in it?”

“He will never meet you so let him think what he wants.”

“Ah! So you’re peddling your Mom as your girlfriend now?”

“Just for laughs. Don’t sweat it Mom. I’m not dumb I know what you just did. I’m cool. Fuck likes your ass though. LOL!”

“OH MY GOD! ELLIOT!!” She fired back. It did make her smile however. So wrong on every level.

“I better go. I love you Mom. Fuck says hello.”

“Should I send him a selfie just for laughs?” She couldn’t resist.

“Sure! Sing into that microphone. LOL!”

“Ohhh lord!” She shakes her head and sits up amid her mess, snatching her wand up as if a singer. Tilting her head back she dramatizes a picture that captures her bulging cleavage. She went so far as to kiss the rounded crown of the wand. Her eyes sparkling for her photoshoot. Before sending it she looks the pic over and shivers, “What the hell are you doing Margo? This is your son. A boy he barely knows. I shouldn’t…” Off the picture went.

“Fuck just ran for the bathroom. I think he needs to rub one off. LOL!”

“Good night Elliot. I love you very much.” She rolls her eyes and reluctantly severs the texting.

“Night Margo. I miss my girl.” He types back with a winking emoji. A final look she sighs and closes out.

“Margo? Oh my son. You are going to use your own mother as a fake model girlfriend to show off to your friends over there, aren’t you? What have I started? Well…I’m glad Fuck liked your girlfriend.” She falls back giggling.

Brian Hancock kept eying his cell. He himself pondered heavily on calling Margo to say goodnight just to see how she might respond. He wasn’t stressed over her emotions anyway. All he wanted was to tease and flirt, regardless what his friend Cabot had suggested of them. Today in his truck was just too hot to ignore. Even if he hadn’t really been given time to enjoy giving her a massage like the others due to driving. At least three times now he was gifted panties to sniff, gümbet escort her dresser drawer, the bonfire, and his truck today. He could still smell her sweet pussy after all these hours.

“Fuck it!”

With one hand stroking a magnificent totem pole, the other looking her number up he dials just to even see if she might answer. He knew she might well be doped up on muscle relaxers and out cold.

“Hello Brian.” A soft sensual voice replied. Jerking stopped he sits up against his headboard and suddenly wasn’t certain what to say. “Brian?”

“Oh! Hey Mom. I thought I’d check in on you before I turned in. Did I wake you?”

“No.” Her voice melted his soul.

“I know it’s uncharacteristic of me Mrs. Needy, but…well…after the truck ride today I think we all felt badly.”

“Why do you feel bad? “She cozies under her candlelight touching herself, fingers rubbing her sensitive clitoris and poising her cell to her ear.

“You know, everyone…got a little carried away massaging you.”

“Did I complain?”

“I’m not sure.” He scratches his scalp wincing, “You did seem a little confused when we dropped you off earlier. I mean…I know Elliot leaving took a toll on you…”

“It did. I just talked with Elliot.”

“You did? So his plane didn’t go down over the Atlantic?”

“No.” She sighs, “He made it to Paris just fine. He text me to say goodnight. We shared selfies.”

“Awww! That’s nice. He doing alright?”

“I believe so. He shares a room with four other boys. One is Egyptian.”

“Sharing a tomb with Tut.”

“I suppose. Can you not sleep Brian?”

“Ummm! Trying but not doing so hot. Had to take down a tree.” He chuckles faintly resuming his grip on his own Sequoia. The bark raw he opted for a swift squirt of lube from a bedside bottle.

“A very big tree?”

“Oh yeah! Up in the clouds.” He bragged.

“Did you know Darryl built Elliot a treehouse?”

“No. Wow! That’s cool. Wonder why Einstein never told any of us about that?”

“I think he relished it as his secret place. It required lots of wood, it’s quite large.”

“I can relate.” He hears humming suddenly. “What’s that buzzing sound?”

“Perhaps my fan.” She had fired up her wand envisioning Brian over her. Whimpers heard make him question her further.

“Loud fan.”

“It’s very…hot even with my windows open.”

“Did I hear a coyote?”

She giggles and shivers, letting out another whimper, “I believe so. Perhaps it is mating season.”

“Sounds fun. Hope he gets lucky.”

“So do I.”

“Wow!”

“Yes?”

“Your voice is so soft right now.”

“Should I be louder?”

“No! I mean suit yourself. Be yourself I mean.”

“That it what I want of you boys. To be…yourselves. Do not change for me.”

“You saw how…felt how all of us were today when we were ourselves. I don’t think you grasp what you’re expecting.” He laughs beating off with a steady pace. His cock felt amazing. Her soft sweet voice was just what the Doctor ordered.

“Your brother grasped the situation quite well.”

“He squeezed your tits. I’m shocked you didn’t slap him.”

“It crossed my mind. It would not have been in a mean way.”

“That fan gets louder every few minutes.”

“It’s because I put you on speaker and sat my cell beside me.” She was now introducing her dildo back into her trickling cunt. In and out as the wand tormented her clit ferociously. “Why is it so hot?”

Huffing he puckers to decide upon a flirty response, “I guess the heat follows you around.”

“That was sweet.”

“Only telling you the truth Mom.”

“Mom? Do you truly think of me as Mom?”

“Not really. You might wash my mouth out with soap if I told you the truth.”

“Tell me.”

“Naaaa! Better not.”

“Tell me Brian. I’m moving my fan closer.” The buzzing grew deafeningly louder. He knew.

“Damn! Sounds more like a weed eater on steroids.”

“You know that it is not my fan Brian.”

“Figured that. No Coyote’s either right?”

“I’m masturbating.”

“Huh! Funny! So am I.” He chuckles then grits his teeth.

“Are you truly?”

“Peelin’ the bark off this tree like a pro.”

“Because of me?”

“You know it is. You make me rock hard.”

“Mmmmm!”

“I can hop in my truck and…”

“Shhhh! Lay back with me Brian.”

“Fuck!” He scoots further into his bed and uses both hands, sitting his own cell aside. “I wish I could see you.”

“If I did that our living arrangement would be compromised. This is a one time thing Brian. Enjoy it.”

“Seriously? If you finish off screaming I’m gonna wanna hear that every day.”

“Hearing from behind closed doors I can allow. I cannot go further than this Brian. Do you wish to decide against moving in?”

“OH FUCK NO! I wanna live with you.”

“As simple roommates?”

“Yep! I’m good.” Anything to keep in her good graces.

“Would you stand outside my bedroom door listening to me cum for hours?”

“Fuck yes!”

“Try peeping through the keyhole just to see me?”

“Ohhh yeah. That’s me, Peepin’ Bri the spying guy.”

“Would you climb up my home to watch me through my window?”

“Windows wide open right?”

“Yes.”

“You object?”

“Not at this moment.” She giggles moaning.

“God! I wanna see you fuck yourself.”

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“Your total is eleven thirty-thr…,” the indifferent feminine voice halted for a moment while she regained her composure. After a few seconds, she continued, “never mind.”

The momentary surprise on her ugly face was nothing compared to the shame evident on mine. Working the late night had turned into one this drive through attendant would never forget. Guaranteed! To her credit, she handled the whole thing extremely well, really. Much better than I would have, had I been in her situation.

With a smile suddenly appearing onto her homely brown face, she leaned out the drive through window and looked across from me, nude, now at a solid half mast and rising, toward my companion who…ahem…had her hands full. I noticed, distractedly, that her name, ‘Shaniqua,’ was smudged on her name tag.

I should explain how I ended up here in a late night fast-food restaurant at midnight bare-butt-assed naked. Good for me there was no one out this time of night, 11:53 to be exact. You see, it all started with a game of poker and a few cases of beer. I never wanted to play with these women, but there actually was NOTHING on TV. Not a movie, not even a game worth a damn on the tube, unless women’s golf highlights count. (I’ll pass on that game, thank you very much). And I had been watching SportsCenter for the past hour and even for me a sports fan, you can’t talk about steroids in sports all of the time.

So it was pure boredom along with a healthy dose of male pride mixed with curiosity hearing the occasional “You, bitch!” that led me to my girlfriend and her college buddies playing poker in kitchen with an empty bottle of Crown sitting in the middle of the table. Being the only guy, these tipsy girls unanimously decided instead of playing for money, that we would play Strip Poker…there is not one guy alive who will ever pass up a chance to play Strip with his wife not only there, but encouraging too.

You see, Cindy and I love to be naked, oh, there is a definite sex thing there but we both rarely wear clothing around the house. Like I said, male pride is a bitch, but not as bad a one as that redhead Maria on a poker table.One thing led to another and another here I was, naked as my birthday, excited and scared, horny and repulsed at the same time, sitting in the late-night drive through with a car full of fully clothed women. Did I mention I get off on humiliation?

I was horny as hell and during the long drive; I had already spurted once into Jacqueline’s coffee cup, which she currently drank with great gusto.

“Ya’ll want anything?” our attendant asked my passenger seat-mate all the while staring at my rapidly expanding member, “A Soda, burger or something, we closing in a few minutes and we got some stuff left.” Her pendulous breasts literally fell from the window she was leaning from to flop as if half deflated balloons.

This particular trip really wasn’t for us any way it was Jacqui’s day, but my wife segued the situation smoothly. “Oh really dear,” Cindy said cheerfully, never ceasing her ministrations to my now fully hardened dick. bodrum escort bayan “What time do you close?”

A crystal bead appeared, only to increase as Cindy tugged from the base to the tip with an especially tight grip. It shone, like the pearl it was, in the dim parking lot lights.

“In about an hour, I’m the only one here now and I just turned the grease off, it’ll take a few minutes but for ya’ll I could wait a few minutes,” I could swear I saw her lick her lips, but she met Cindy’s eyes and continued “if ya’ll ain’t doin’ nothing but dicking around, come on in. I’ll turn off the lights, nobody’s gonna come in anyway.”

The other women, the other poker players from earlier did not even try to hide the pure hilarity from their backseat views. I thought Mary in particular would laugh so hard she would pee in her pants. As for me, I was terrified. Have you ever experienced a full body blush? It was definitely not my idea to stop here…especially in my current condition… and going in was the last thing on my mind.

Cindy must have seen the look of terror crossing my face and apparently gave mercy on me. “We would love to dear, but I’ll tell you what,” she began her bargain, “you can watch till he pops, how’s that?

“Well then, can I uh…?” Shaniqua began, and then looked back down to the growing drop collecting on my tip, then around the car. To tell the truth, she wasn’t nervous or anything; after her initial shock, she picked up on our little game quickly, meeting each of our eyes briefly.

“Of course you can, dear,” Cindy replied happily

With that, the pie-faced drive-through attendant reached her left hand through the window. With the tip of her index finger, she lightly smeared the clear mass around till it not only covered the head, but also her finger. I was in heaven, one woman playing with my dick, two female friends who know I am getting a hand job, and not only that the lady from the drive through, a complete stranger, was playing with my precum. Then to our even greater surprise, she bought the finger tip to her mouth and stuck the whole thing in. She swirled her tongue around the finger tip, making a lewd spectacle of the act…I reacted by drooling more pre-cum from my slit.

“Mhhhhh,” she moaned, savoring the taste of my man juice, “wish my man tasted this good. I’ll be right back with your food, hold on one minute. I wanna see him blow before you go.” With that, she turned a pendulous ass away from the window. Call me fucked up if you want to, but I watched mesmerized until I felt a beginning tingle begin in the pit of my stomach.

Cindy, knowing how to get me off for years, sensed what was “cumming” and stopped the urge with a quick pluck to my right testicle. Needless to say, the pangs stopped as soon as they began. When she was satisfied that I was safe from the impending accident, she announced that she wanted to trade places.

“Jacqui, Mary already got hers today,” she said turning toward the back seat. “It’s your turn now.” With that, the two bitez escort women traded places

I have never had the pleasure of talking much to Jacqueline, but I knew from the moment I first saw her and shook her hand, I knew that she could give a damn mean tug-job. Boy, was I not disappointed. She has the softest hands of anyone I have ever met.

First, she started at the base, rubbing in a twisting motion all the way till the tip; then repeating the process back the other way on the down stroke. When more pre-cum began to seep copiously from my tip, she would look back for Mary, the card sharp and the reason I was now naked, who would then gladly wipe me till I was relatively dry once more. The feeling of a strange hand that knows what it is doing to you is one that should me missed. Especially if you can get that strange hand to rub one out for you. After only a few minutes, which seemed like seconds to me, I again felt the slowly rising urge to release my seed. With that, my breathing began to quicken, first as slow deep breaths to shallow ones. If only I could hold out for our food, then we could go home where the real fun would begin. Tonight, everybody in that car would find themselves begging for the climaxes to stop. I expected to be eating beaver till my face locked…and loving it!

Just then, Shaniqua returned with the burger that my Cindy had demand I order, even though we don’t eat here. If she was taken aback by the new seating arrangements, didn’t show it. Therefore, I was as surprised as she when Cindy told Shaniqua to get ready for a BIG surprise; I didn’t have THAT big a surprise left.

Instead of taking a bite, like she normally would have done, Cindy unwrapped it and handed the burger to Jacqui, who was busy with one hand taking me toward eternal bliss. Jacqui asked for the wrapper and set it on the dash then removed the top bun and set it on the wrapper.

“Are you ready, Spurt?” Jacqui teased, “Are you ready to give up that hot sauce for me, baby?”

Looking into the rear view, I could see that Cindy and Mary had both scooted closer to peer over our shoulders. I again felt my need to cum pick up.

“Shoot it, baby” Mary goaded. “Shoot that hot cum for us.”

Cindy, knowing about my sweet spots merely took my earlobe into her mouth and began sucking. I was getting damn close. The pre-cum ran freely now.

“Squeeze that nut out,” out new spectator added. I looked to see that she had leaned out the window again, this time however, her nipples were definitely pointed instead of just hanging.

“You know where you are going to cum don’t you? Cindy asked. “Do you want to show her where you’re going to pop?”

“Oh God!” I panted feeling the rush of an unstoppable cum on the way, “where do you want me to come.”

“I wasn’t lying about that special sauce. You’re gonna cum right here”

With that, she began to wank faster, and placed the burger under the purple headed monster that once was my dick. Her grip was exquisite. Her technique was top notch. gümüşlük escort Then she looked into Shaniqua’s eyes, “If you had this here I would eat here more often.”

“Cum on my burger baby,” she cooed, “let me taste that hot creamy sauce. I wanna taste you, cum for me”

That did it. She wanted me to cum on her burger, the sick freak. Damn good thing I’m a freak too, because I started tightening then. I started to tense up and the veins started popping out of my neck. I could literally feel myself shake.

The pleasure…oh God I was in heaven.

The pain….what pain…there’s only pleasure.

“Oh yea, oh yea.” I panted, “Right there, right there.”

“Shoot that big load daddy.” Shaniqua quipped.

Just then, the sun went Nova.

“I’M CUMMING!!!!” It felt like my asshole was trying to come out through my ears. For a second I half thought my hair was having an orgasm too.

The first shot went clear over the burger; it sailed straight through the steering wheel to impact on the windshield in front of me. By the second squirt though, Jacqui had repositioned the open faced burger so that most went directly onto the patty, but some still managed to find its way into her hand, this caused her to jerk her hand away spoiling the third shot which landed onto the steering wheel. The fourth, fifth, and sixth shots were placed exactly where she wanted them however, directly into the middle of her burger.

By the seventh and eight shots I was beginning to spasm more than spurt, cum still came out just not with the same force as before.

“You can have some if you want,” Cindy said from the backseat to the flabbergasted Shaniqua.

Apparently, she did because the pudgy hand came through the window and gave me a few last tugs, coating her thumb and forefinger with the remnants of my essence.

What really shocked her thought was when Cindy picked up the bun that had been sitting on the dash and reapplied it to the now cum battered burger. There was cum dripping from the sides, which Jacqui eagerly licked off, along with the drops still on her hand. Shaniqua still tended to my waning hardon, as she looked to see Jacqui take a big bite of her Cum Burger.

It was so erotic seeing cum seep from the sides of the burger. There was cum dripping into her lap, which she ignored. There was cum on her chin, which she would have swiped off, but Mary reached forward and wiped it off for her. She continued to make happy faces and sounds as the burger slowly disappeared. In the dim lights, I could see where cum and ketchup had run together to form a pink goo.

I was at once disgusted and yet not. Right then, if Cindy had told me to, our hostess Shaniqua would find herself in the middle of the best cum she would ever experience. However, it was not to be, not tonight anyway

After we sat and watched Jacqui eat her Cum Burger, we exchanged schedules with Shaniqua; it seems that the last two working at this particular late night restaurant were just like her, bored and looking for excitement.

We came back the following Thursday and treated our new friend and her coworker to the best nights tip they have ever received. Shaniqua especially liked her own concoction which she called the “Cream Sickle.” Next time. I hear most of the old biddies still awake at 1:00 am will be there. I know I will…don’t know if my clothes will make it though.

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Most of these stories are standalone, so you don’t have to read them all. This one, however, calls back to Pts 26 and 27.

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It was finally the weekend of my wedding. We’d decided on a little church in a little town a few hours away, and we were all going down there for parties the night before. Dave hadn’t invited Dan to his party, so I’d roped him in to drive the girls down. I invited Rachel as his guest, so he wouldn’t get lonely.

Dan and Rachel came and collected us in his van – he opened the door and the six of us got in, and enjoyed the trip down there – we were probably a little rowdy, and there was lots of interaction with other road users and singing. Some of the girls flashed cute guys – just their bras and so on, of course.

We arrived and got checked in to the hotel. I was on the same floor as Dan and Rachel (they were sharing a room), and we all went and got tarted up for the evening out. We met down in reception, and we’d got T-shirts made, theirs saying “bride squad” and mine saying “bride”, and Lisa brought me a tiara.

We tropped off to the strip club, and spent a few hours watching muscled men undress. I didn’t really think any of them were that attractive, but a couple had very large cocks. I didn’t drink anything, wanting to keep a clear head and not be hung over in the morning, but the girls all seemed to enjoy a few glasses of wine. I did take the time to introduce Lisa to Rachel – I believe I specifically said Lisa had fucked Dan, and Rachel was his latest sex toy, so I’m sure they had a lot to talk about. Neither seemed pissed off though, and a little part of me had been hoping for some drama.

I’d got dragged out to be felt up by the strippers, and they’d felt me up a little, too, but I saw some of the girls being a lot cosier with them – I swear I saw several kissing strippers, and at least two of them holding a stripper’s cock.

As it was getting late, I could see several of the bridesmaids starting to droop and look sleepy, so we decided to call it a night and head back to the hotel. Once there we split up into groups based on the floor we were on, and made sure the drunker one got to her room safely. This meant I got to drop Rachel off with Dan. I was just hoping I’d manage to keep my resolve and not end up having sex with him and / or her. I managed to get away before I fell into my old bad habits, and went back to my room alone.

I lay there alone in the dark, looking up at the ceiling for about half an hour, but it seemed like days. Eventually, I figured I’d go and see what Dan and bodrum escort Rachel were doing, but I promised myself I wasn’t going to have sex with him. Or her. I was wearing just a pair of pajama shorts, so I put on one of the dressing gowns they put in the rooms and walked to their room. I stood there by the door, for about five minutes, steeling myself to knock on it.

Eventually I did. Dan opened it after a few seconds, so they weren’t asleep yet.

“Um, hi,” I said, “I was feeling a little lonely, so I thought I’d come and see what you guys were up to.”

I looked past him, and could see Rachel and Lisa dancing almost naked behind him. I should have known.

“I should leave you to it,” I said.

“I’m just watching,” he said. “You’re welcome to come in, but you need to meet the dress code.”

You know what? Fuck it. I didn’t have to have sex with anybody, I could just sit and watch what they were already doing. I smiled took off my gown and gave it to him. While he held that, I pulled my shorts down, and gave him those too, then I went in.

“I’m just going to watch,” I said. “I’m getting married tomorrow.”

Rachel and Lisa came and hugged me, and we all danced around for a little while. I could feel our tits grazing each other, and it was starting to turn me on, so I went and sat next to Dan on the bed.

“How come you’re still dressed?”

“I’ve just been watching them,” he said.

I heard and felt Rachel and Lisa charge in, and we held Dan and took his shirt off. Lisa pushed him backwards, and I sat on his chest to stop him interfering. I was facing his feet, so I could unbutton his jeans, and I watched Lisa pull them, and his underwear down. She was working on getting them off his feet, and Rachel started sucking his cock.

After a few minutes of this, Lisa said she wanted to fuck, and asked if anybody had a condom. Dan said he didn’t, and it’s not like either of us did.

“We should go down to the desk and see if they have any,” said Rachel.

“I guess I’ll get dressed again,” Lisa said, and got off the bed.

“We can wear dressing gowns,” said Rachel, “but we should take those stockings off first.”

I got off Dan, and watched Rachel unhooking Lisa’s stockings and taking them, and the garter belt off her. It took me back to when she’d done the same to me, but that seemed so long ago now.

Rachel went and got dressing gowns from the bathroom.

“There’s only two, so somebody’ll have to stay here or get dressed.”

“I’ll turgut reis escort stay here with him,” I said.

Lisa took a gown, and went to put it on until Rachel stopped her.

“Not until we’re out of the room.”

They left, naked and carrying their dressing gowns.

I sat down to chat while we waited for them to get back. I told Dan I was nervous about getting married, and still horny from watching the strippers, but I’d decided to wait to see Dave tomorrow, or, looking at the clock, later today at the ceremony.

His phone beeped. Rachel had sent a selfie of the two of them standing together naked in the corridor outside. Lisa didn’t look comfortable. Then a picture of them naked in the elevator.

Then a picture of Rachel standing naked in reception. Then a picture of Lisa standing naked in the men’s restroom by a condom machine.

We chatted until the door opened and they came in, naked again.

“That was scary,” said Lisa. “She took a picture of us outside, then again in the elevator, and I was just expecting the thing to stop and somebody else get on. When we got down to reception, there was nobody there, so she took her gown off and ran around naked, then rang the bell before putting it back on. The woman who came looked at us like we were whores, and told us there was a vending machine in the men’s room. And then she made me take my gown off to go and buy some. And again before we unlocked the door here. God, I just want to die.”

“So you don’t want to fuck any more?” asked Rachel, grinning.

“Oh no, now more than ever.”

She opened a condom, and went to hand it to me.

“Do you want to do the honours?”

“No,” I said, “I’m just going to watch. I wouldn’t feel right getting involved, and if I start, I don’t know where I’d finish.”

Lisa came over and licked Dan’s cock before she put the condom on. She had him lie back on the bed, and straddled him reverse cowgirl style.

We stood at the foot of the bed, watching, and Rachel told her to lean back so we could see better.

Rachel went up to them, knelt down and started licking Lisa’s clit. I stood there, remembering doing this too, and it turned me on. I was surprised when I felt my hand on my pussy.

Lisa came, and collapsed on Dan. After a short rest, she got up.

“That was great,” she said, “thank you.”

Rachel pulled the condom off, then sucked his cock for a few seconds, then said “my turn” and straddled him the same as Lisa had.

I türkbükü escort was still playing with myself, and by now was flushed from my face down to my tits. I was almost there, so close to cumming. When I finally did cum, standing there shaking, it set Rachel off too.

Rachel climbed off and asked me if I wanted “a go”. I shook my head, as I’d already gone too far, really. I said I should really be going, as I needed a good night’s sleep, and I got dressed and left them to it.

I spent a few hours just staring at the ceiling, and I think I finally dozed for a few hours. I got up early, and met my mother and the bridesmaids to get an early breakfast, then get myself ready for the wedding. I did my makeup, and put on the dress, then decided I really wanted to see Dan. I’d decided I wanted one last fuck before spending the rest of my life with Dave. Hopefully.

I texted him asking him to come to the church early. I sent Mary out to watch for him and to direct him my way. and eventually she ushered them in to the waiting room where I was surrounded by the wedding party. I’d been hoping for just Dan, but he had Rachel with him. Whatever.

I shooed them all out, and locked the door behind them.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me,” I said.

“But I thought…”

“If you fuck me now, it’s cheating, but if you fuck me in an hour, it’s adultery.”

I bent forwards over the desk and started pulling up my dress – I didn’t want to ruin it.

“Help me,” I said to Rachel, and we carefully pulled the wedding dress up, baring my white stocking-clad legs, I felt air on my thighs above my stockings, and then Rachel pulled my thong down and I stepped out of it. I was already aching for him.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked.

“Yes, I want you to be the last one I fuck before I get married.”

“Wait, who else have you been fucking since you last fucked me?”

God, just fuck me!

“Only Dave,” I said.

I stayed there, bent over, with my butt sticking out. Rachel went over and unbuckled his belt, and pulled his pants down. She stroked, licked and sucked his cock before bringing him over to me. She rubbed his cock through my pussy lips, and suddenly he pushed forward and into me, making me grunt. He just stood there, so I rocked backwards and forwards, fucking myself on him. Rachel pulled her short skirt up a bit, and knelt down between my legs and started my clit, and that did it. I moaned as I came, trying not to be heard.

“Cum inside me,” I said, gripping him. A minute later, he did.

I stood up, and smoothed my dress back down, and Rachel went and sucked his cock clean. He pulled my pants up, and I unlocked the door, and they left.

I went over and picked my thong up off the floor, and dropped it in my bag before I went to walk down the aisle and get married in front of my friends and family.

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This is the second part of story set in the world of The Great 48. The concept is explained in part one, but basically: it’s slightly in the future, when a law requires men to orgasm at least once every 48 hours.

What follows is a university field trip where the students become trapped and the ladies reluctantly fulfill their civic duty and assist the guys.

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Kim and Eugene

Kim and Eugene stood just outside the makeshift stall. Kenneth passed them on his way to the storage area as Kim opened the curtain and the two stepped inside, Kim closing the curtain quickly behind them. There was barely any room between them, so their bodies touched. The lighting was dim, but Eugene could make out Kim’s small but perky tits. She was wearing shorts, but he couldn’t fully enjoy her long, tan legs given how close they were to one another.

“Thanks for, y’know, doing this.” He told her.

“Shut up and let’s see what we’re working with.” She told him curtly.

Eugene was a nice guy, but she definitely did not want to do this. She understood the importance of men having regular releases, but she had no interest in being involved with it. Sex was something she had often enough with guys when she was dating someone but it wasn’t a priority for her when she was single.

Eugene shut up and began to undo his belt. His pants dropped around his ankles and despite the relative darkness she could see his bright, cartoon “Fantasy Force” themed underwear.

“Jesus Eugene, what are you, twelve?” She asked.

“Sshhh.” He tried to quiet her, but the chuckling from the seating area made it clear everyone in the room had heard her comment.

He shook his head in shame, knowing everyone had assumed she was talking about his penis, not his underwear.

“Sorry.” She offered, genuinely.

“Whatever.” He grumbled. “Neither of us wants to be here, let’s just get this over with.”

Kim realized what she had done. She may not have wanted to help the guys ejaculate, but she should have respected that they didn’t exactly have a choice either. And now she had humiliated one of the nicer guys in class.

She reached down into his briefs and told hold of his flaccid dick.

“Holy shit.” She said knowing her voice would carry. “Now that is what I call a grower!” She said with a wink.

He looked at her and smiled, appreciating what she had just done for him.

“Now let’s see how much this bad boy can unload.” She said, trying not to laugh.

He shushed her again, genuinely embarrassed even as he began to stiffen in her hand.

Kim stroked Eugene’s cock up and down. It wasn’t big enough to call for her false excitement, but it was a decent size.

The confined space was awkward for them, made worse by the fact that he was still wearing his briefs. He reached down to remove his shorts and nearly lost his balance. Kim had visions of him pulling down the temporary curtains and everyone seeing her hand wrapped around his dick, exactly the show she was trying to avoid. Luckily he caught himself before that happened.

“Don’t move.” She ordered, once he has settled back into place. She released her hold on his cock and dropped to her knees, where she pulled his boxers down around his ankles, and had him then step out of his pants and underwear.

Outside the stall Larry elbowed at Daniel and motioned to the curtain. From their vantage point they could see Eugene’s pants and feet through the few inches of space between the curtain and the floor. They could also make out Kim’s movement and that she had dropped to her knees.

Larry silently mimed oral sex but Daniel shook his head, mouthing, no way. Still, it did seem like Kim could be giving Eugene a blowjob from where they sat.

Inside the stall, Eugene was finally free of his pants and briefs. The confined space forcing his dick unbelievably close to Kim’s face that he could actually feel her breath on it, which caused it to spasm on its own. It almost hit her chin so she reached out took hold of it, pointing it away from her as best she could. She may have felt bad about accidentally making it sound like he had a small penis, but not bad enough that she was bodrum bayan eskort willing to put his dick in her mouth.

She awkwardly stood up again, and this time it was her nearly losing her balance. Only her grip on his cock kept her from falling out of the stall.

“Fuck.” Kim cursed. “There’s not enough room in here.”

She looked around, and leaned into him, whispering. “Put your arm around me.”

“I’m not suppose to. I mean, at a relief station men aren’t supposed to..” He whispered.

“We’re not at a relief station, are we?” She half barked, half whispered.

Eugene put his arm around Kim’s shoulders and she leaned in further as if they were cuddling. It looked far more intimate than it was, but the important part was they were a lot more balanced. She began pumping his cock up and down. Slow at first but steadily picking up speed.

Eugene tightened his grip on her shoulder, unconsciously encouraging her to keep going. She wrapped a second hand around his shaft, double pumping him for a bit before resuming stroking him with one hand. She used the other to play with the crown of his cock occasionally.

Eugene’s arm slid off Kim’s shoulder and to her back. Her hand continued to pump his cock, and his hand slid down her back to her ass. This was forbidden at a relief station, there the agents simply manually masturbated you while you sat in a specially designed chair. Touching an agent was forbidden, but as Kim had already pointed out, they were not at a relief station.

Kim was surprised to feel his hand on her ass, but it wasn’t entirely unpleasant. Plus, if it helped get him off faster, she figured it was worth it. She still had three more guys to beat off. She leaned her head against his chest and redoubled her efforts.

Since Kim hadn’t objected to his hand on her ass, Eugene decided to press his luck. With his free hand, he reached over and stroked her hair. Her hand, pistoning up and down his dick, wavered for a second, but quickly resumed its movements up and down his shaft. As he continued to stroke her hair, he shifted his other hand off her ass back up to her lower back. Kim started to grunt from the exertion, and Eugene slid his hand back down to her ass, this time slipping his hand inside her shorts.

He squeezed her tight bare ass and in response she tightened her grip on his cock. He had to stifle a groan and she continued to pump him at an astonishing rate.

“Come on.” She whispered. “Cum already, damn it. Just fucking cum.”

He pulled her head in against him and squeezed her ass once more.

“Cum Eugene.” She whispered. “Give me your cum.”

He fondled her ass more, her left cheek, then the right.

“That’s it.” She told him. “Let it all out.”

He came with a loud grunt. “Gguuuhhhhh!”

She aimed his cock towards the floor as his cum shot out of his dick, still pumping as she did so. Her movements slowed as his spray subsided, and eventually he released the hold he had on her head and pulled his hand back out of her shorts.

“Thank you.” He told her.

“Whatever.” She said, trying to act like she didn’t care, when in fact she had enjoyed how he had both gently held her head and roughly squeezed her ass as he climaxed.

“You have to clean that up.” She told him, pointing to the ground where his semen was as she stepped out from behind the curtain. The rest of the guys, having heard her grunting and his climax tried to ignore her, save for Larry, who stood from his seat, clapping. A one man standing ovation.

She flipped him the finger, grabbed the next relief journal from the pile and simply said “Richard. You’re up, five minutes.”

Miss Ophelia in the Seating Area

Miss Ophelia exited the bathroom along with Sean. She walked over to the pile of relief journals, signed and dated his and gave it back to him. The next journal belonged to Ferris. She looked over to the seating area and saw he was pretty much dead centre, surrounded by other guys. She looked around the room more, and realized there was no where even semi private available.

Dawn was in the bathroom, about to assist a guy alone for the first time. Brenda was in the storage area, so there was a space in the doorway bodrum escort there but that would put her pretty much beside Brenda and whatever guy she was assisting. Kim was still in the stall with Eugene and standing in front of the stall seemed like a worse idea than beside Brenda. She could go half way between the storage area and the stall, but then she was beside the open end of the seating area. The space available between the stall and the bathroom placed her directly in front of the seating area, and that was worse. Using that area would be tantamount to putting on a sex show for everyone. Basically, there was no where private for her to be.

Miss Ophelia took a deep breath and accessed the situation. Sometimes being a leader meant having to do things that you didn’t enjoy. In this case the whole situation sucked. Bad enough she had to beat off several men, but now she was going to have to do it out in the open. She could wait for one of the designated areas to become available, but given there were still so many men to assist, that would either cause a backlog or force one of the other women into Miss Ophelia’s current predicament. As a leader, she couldn’t justify passing the buck, so she swallowed her discomfort and made the best of a bad situation.

Miss Ophelia walked into the seating area. As she approached Ferris, she passed Larry, who was elbowing Daniel for some reason. She ignored him, and picked up a blanket that was laying across the empty chair behind him. She continued through the guys in the various seats.

“Ferris, dear. It’s your turn.” She told him when she reached him.

Ferris was conversing with Charles and Will. The trio fell silent as Miss Ophelia took Ferris by the hand and lead him further through the seating area.

At the far end, up against the wall, Mel and Edward were sharing a love seat styles set of seats, watching a movie on a small portable screen.

“Gentleman, can I ask you to move to another seat, I’m afraid Ferris and I require these seats right now.” Miss Ophelia asked then politely.

They collapsed their screen and moved without a word.

“Miss Ophelia?” Ferris asked.

“Ferris.” She replied as she sat, patting the empty chair beside her.

“Miss Ophelia, you can’t be suggesting I obtain relief here!” He told her.

“I’m afraid we don’t have much of a choice.” She told him.

“Now sit.”

Ferris sat beside her, but was clearly upset. “But Miss, everyone can see us.”

“I’ll put the blanket over you while I, assist you. No one will see anything.” She tried to assure him.

“But they’ll know. It’s too weird.” He told her.

“Ferris. Of course it’s weird. It’s weird for me too. This isn’t exactly an ordinary set of circumstances for any of us. But you won’t be any more exposed than Kenneth or Eugene are now. Or are you saying you don’t know what Kim or Brenda are doing right now?.” She patiently explained.

“I know, I just mean…I don’t know about this.” He said.

“Ferris, do you find me pretty?” She asked him point-blank.

“Of course. You’re like the hottest professor of all time.” He told her.

“Then why don’t you just focus on that. Will you at least try?” She asked, putting the blanket across his lap.

“Um. Okay. I’ll try.” He relented.

“Okay. Then just listen to me. Listen to my voice. Ignore the rest of the room. Close your eyes and ignore everyone else.” She instructed.

He leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes.

“Take your penis out of your pants.” She told him softly, so her voice wouldn’t carry.

While Ferris reached under the blanket, she made eye contact with several of the guys that were watching intently. She pointed for them to look away, mouthing “Do something else”. They looked away, embarrassed having been caught looking.

She turned back to Ferris and reached under the blanket. She quickly found his penis with her hand.

“That’s good Ferris. That’s a great penis.” She told him, whispering in his ear so no one else could hear.

“Now let’s make it hard, shall we? Let’s make that nice penis become a rock hard cock. A rock hard cock that with give me all that cum that’s built up over the last 2 days. Doesn’t that sound nice?” bodrum bayan escort She continued.

Her hand fondled and squeezed his dick and he responded with a barely audibly “yes”.

“Great, now picture me. Picture your hot prof. I’ve taken all my clothes off. No dress, no bra, no panties. I’m naked and I’m waiting for you. I’m waiting for your cum. Will you give me your cum Ferris?” She asked as she stroked his stiffening cock.

“Yes” he whispered

“Thank you. Thank you for being willing to give me your cum. I need it. And I’m going to pump your cock till I get it” she whispered into his ear.

Some of the guys in the room were stealing glances, they couldn’t hear her but they could definitely see that their teacher had her hand under a blanket where she was clearly giving Ferris a handjob. The sexual tension in the room, already thick, became palpable.

Miss Ophelia began describing what she was doing. “Do you like Miss Ophelia’s hand stroking your hard cock? Do you like the way she runs her hand all the way down your hard shaft and then back up? The way she plays with your crown. How she twists her hand over the head of this cock?”

“Yes” he whispered.

“And don’t you just wish she would take her full, plump lips and run them up and down your shaft too? Kissing and the licking your balls before running her tongue up that long, hard cock? Don’t you just need her to take this fat dick into her mouth and swirl her tongue around the head? Don’t you just want to slide your cock in and out of her mouth?

“Yes,” Ferris moaned.

“Yes. Of course you do. You haven’t had a release in two days, you need some relief. You need to cum. ” she told him, tightening her grip on his cock while she spoke. “And my hand, jacking you off feels good right? You can feel the cum building up. It wants to explode out of you, doesn’t it.”

“Yes” he moaned again

“But you don’t want to cum yet do you? You want to prolong the feeling. You want Miss Ophelia masturbating your big dick forever, don’t you?”

“God yes” he told her.

“But Miss Ophelia needs your cum, and you agreed to give it to her didn’t you?” Her hand sped up, milking him at full speed.

“She needs your cum. She is naked and desperate for your cum, so desperate that she is going to let you fuck her mouth. Do you want to fuck her mouth Ferris? Do you want to slide this hard cock into her lips?”

“Yes” he said, loud enough to make a couple of the guys turn to look. They still couldn’t see much, but the movement under the blanket was no longer a simple stroking, it was a mad frenzy of movement throwing the blanket up and down.

“That’s right. Miss Ophelia is hot and wet and naked. She wants to suck your cock with her big, beautiful lips. Are you ready for her tongue? Are you ready for her mouth?” She asked, still whispering in his ear.

“Yes.” He told her urgently.

“Okay, here it comes. Miss Ophelia is going to suck your rock hard cock. She’s going to slide your dick into her warm, wet mouth and you’re going to explode aren’t you? Your fucking cock is going to fill her with your cum. Are you ready Ferris? Are you ready to cum for her?” She asked

“Yes” he said, the desperation in his voice clear.

“Okay, here we go.” She told him, as she pulled the blanket away, exposing her still pumping hand and his rock hard cock to the room. The heat, trapped under the blanket, dissipated and the cool air made his cock tingle. She leaned over his crotch and exhaled along the length of his shaft then, with her free hand Miss Ophelia clamped down on the tip of his cock with a tissue. The temperature changes combined with her promise of a blowjob was too much for poor Ferris.

He exploded into her tissue filled hand, yelling “FUCK YES!” to the entire room.

Miss Ophelia continued to milk his cock until he was dry, and once it was clear he was finished she pulled the blanket back over his crotch. It was only then that he opened his eyes.

“Wow, Miss Ophelia.” Ferris said. “I thought for a second you were actually going to, y’know…”

She smiled back at him, whispering “I’d appreciate it if you kept our little conversation here to yourself”

He nodded in agreement.

“I’ll sign your relief journal, and bring it back to you in a bit” she told him, before leaving him to put himself back together.

—-

Next up:

Dawn helps a guy all on her own!

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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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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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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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