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I’ve never been one for festivals, the noise and crowds terrify me. So I was naturally panicking when you took me by the hand and led me through the gate into the biggest crowd I have ever seen in my life. Twenty-five thousand people milled around a tiny stage, completely dwarfing it. I couldn’t see any faces beyond about fifty metres away, it was just a blur of colour and noise. I began to wonder if my drink had been spiked or something, this attack on my senses couldn’t actually be this vibrant. I had no idea who was on stage, and most of the crowd probably didn’t either. The people I could make out near me looked like they were on a cocktail of drugs, and were just enjoying the noise and people.

My heart was beating fit to burst, and the hand gripping yours with such fear was clammy and cold. If you’d looked into my eyes, you would see the pupils were dilated to such an extent that the iris was practically non-existent. I was shaking so much that I resembled someone with advanced Parkinsons, my jaw was set into a death mask, and I wasn’t sure if my bladder would hold out under this much stress, yet I felt strangely alive.

You turned back to face me, eyes dancing. You opened your mouth, but the crowd drowned out

whatever you said. I nodded and attempted a smile, probably looking like some Frankensteinesque monster. Your eyes laughed and you dragged me onwards.

The crowds seemed to go on forever, but eventually they started to thin, and we could see trees, fields, a river in the distance. The noise gradually died down as we continued, but never comepletely vanished. The muffled throb of the music was to be my lullaby for the two nights.

Not too far away from the crowds was the temp encampment. Hundreds of tents, of all shapes, colours and sizes, dotted the horizon. Great twelve-man tents mingled with tiny scraps of material that seemingly wouldn’t sleep one man. Even though it was fairly far away from the main crowd, it was still buzzing with activity, like a hive on red alert. People scurried between tents, carrying pots and pans, food and drink. Groups of intimidating-looking youths lingered around, looking for trouble. Flushed faces, red with the exertion of screaming at the stage, passing us as their owners dragged themselves to their tent for a few hours kip.

We reached our spot, marked with a fluttering pennant with our names. A fairly large tree was nearby, offering shade for me to sit in while you struggled with the tent pegs. Eventually the place we would call home for the next 48 hours was ready. I crawled through the escort bodrum opening and surveyed it. Small, but cosy. The majority was taken up by the ‘bedroom’, a large, padded space with a double sleeping bag and 4 pillows. It looked pretty inviting after all those hours travelling. I wrapped myself in the sleeping bag, and even though it was only 3pm, sank into a blissful sleep.

I woke a few hours later, concious of you watching me. You were propped up on one elbow, eyes on my gently rising and falling chest as I breathed. I stretched, and craned my neck for a kiss. Your lips touched mine, and you rolled over so that one leg was over mine, and we were closer. I deepened the kiss, running my tongue along your lower lip, just how you like it. You respond with a low groan, almost a vibration. You bring a hand up to my throat, tracing along the curve of my jaw with your fingertips, and I feel that familiar spark start in my stomach and work it’s way down. I gently bit your bottom lip, rolling it between my teeth, and run my fingers through your hair, bringing your head closer to mine and smashing our lips together.

At that moment, a large group of people chose to walk by, singing raucously. This brought me back to where I was, in the midle of a field with twenty-five thousand other people. I look up at you, my eyes glinting. You’re panting slightly, and your erection is obvious, pressing into my leg. I roll over and crawl out of the tent, pausing to wriggle my arse in your face and chuckle mischievously. You follow.

Once outside the tent, I scan the field for a suitable place. At the edge of the throng, by the river, is a large sprawling tree with drooping branches, a weeping willow. This is perfect. I take your hand, and this time it is me leading you through the masses.

At the tree, I pause to check whether anyone has seen us, and duck under the branches. They form a kind of room, surrounding us with a leafy veil. Outside, I can see glimpes of the crowds waving and dancing, and I know that they have no idea. Inside, it is cool, the leaves seem to emanate their own light, green and luscious. Grass forms a soft mattress, on which we lay down and continue what we started.

Your hands rove up and down my body, squeezing and stroking. Your tongue dances a pattern on my throat, interspersed with nibbles and kisses. My heart is working overtime again, but this time I’m not panicking. The proximity of so many people is exciting, any one of them could glance over and see us. You tear yourself away from my neck to kiss me, and I bodrum sınırsız escort pull you on top of me. Our breath mingles, for a second you gaze into my eyes, and then you slip a hand up my top and into my bra. Circling my nipple with one finger, you pull my top off the other shoulder and undo my bra, pulling it to the side. Switching hands, you pinch my other nipple while you take my top and bra off of the other side.

When I am naked from the waist up, you move your head down to suckle one of my nipples whilst stroking and squeezing my other breast. I arch my back under you, and hook my fingers in your jeans. A soft curl of pubic hair tickles my fingers, and I delve deeper, until I can feel your cock throbbing between my fingers. I squeeze gently, and you groan into my chest. Quickly sitting up, you rip my jeans and underwear off me, and fling them to the side. You perform the same treatment on yourself, disrobing faster than I have ever seen before. In a trice you’re laying alongside me, your hands are working their way down my body. I part my legs slightly, and you slip your hand between them. I shiver as I feel you touch my clit, and you slide a finger inside me to collect some lubrication, which you then rub into my clit. My body starts to shake, and I beg you to put something inside me, anything. You oblige with a finger, working it in and out slowly but firmly, making me sigh with pleasure. You speed it up until I’m rocking and moaning underneath you, and then, when I’m right on the brink, you thrust extra hard and extra fast, making me scream out my orgasm.

When my breathing has returned to somewhat near normal, I turn over and motion for you to lie down. You do so, and I lean over you and kiss you. I nuzzle your neck until you tilt your head, then I lick around your ear, biting the lobe gently. You groan, and your hand strays down to your erection. I bite your neck, and lick a trail down to your nipples, circling each with my tongue. I flick across them a few times, making you start to stroke your cock, and then continue on my way down until I reach the base of your cock. Taking it in my hand, I kiss up and down the shaft before wrapping my lips around it and taking as much into my mouth as I can. Swirling my tongue around the ridged tip, I move my head back until only about an inch is inside my mouth, and quickly duck back so it is all inside. Raising my eyes, I can see you watching and trying not to move too much. Our eyes lock, and the unspoken question is answered.

I remove your bodrum otele gelen escort cock from my mouth, licking all the way around and kissing the tip. You roll me over onto my back, pressing me into the ground and nuzzling my neck. Pressing your cock to the entrance of my cunt, you move up and kiss me softly on the lips, before thrusting into me so hard I yelp with a mixture of pleasure and pain. You keep up this punishing pace, fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. My breath comes in short gasps, and my back arches towards you. You sink your head to my breast and suck my nipple, bringing more pleasure than I could ever imagine. As my orgasm builds, I dig my nails into your back and bite your shoulder, before letting go and throwing my head back, screaming at the world.

After my orgasm has subsided, you slow the pace to a more gentle thrust, letting me recover. You kiss around my neck, licking away droplets of sweat. I reach up and kiss your lips, nibbling the lower one until you groan with pleasure. I grip your cock with my cunt, and you start to thrust harder again. Beads of sweat form on your forehead, and I wipe them off with my hand. I whisper something in your ear, and your eyes widen, before you nod and get off of me.

I turn so I’m laying on my side, and you do the same. Shuffling down so my head is about level with your bellybutton, I grip your cock in my hand and stroke it up and down, slowly and firmly. You sigh softly and lay back, letting the feeling spread through you. I carry on stroking, sometimes adding my tongue to the mix, licking the tip of your cock. After a few minutes, you start to thrust back against my hand, so I stroke harder. Your breathing speeds up until you’re panting, and small moans escape your throat. I bring your cock down to touch my belly, the cold, smooth skin adding another sensation. Moving down, I place your cock between my breasts, tilting my head back so you can see, and rubbing them on your cock. Your moans increase, and you thrust harder. My cunt pulses with excitement, moisture dripping from it and sliding over my thigh. When your cock touches my neck you gasp and realease, spurting a lava flow of come over my neck, my breasts and my stomach. Your cock twitches in my hand as you come more and more, I can feel your seed running down my stomach onto the ground, to fertilise something other than me.

Puffing out your cheeks and blowing air upwards over your forehead, you sigh happily. I move up and you turn me over to inspect your handiwork. Impressed, you kiss me softly on the lips. We cuddle there, under the tree, for a few minutes, listening to the sounds of the people who are so close by. Then we get dressed and saunter out, a casual facade, but we’re both trying to hide our grins.

Back in the tent, I turn to you and wink before saying ‘You know, I suppose festivals aren’t that bad’.

The next two days will be fun.

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As I have stated in previous stories I love to masturbate and doing it in public in front of a total stranger is the ultimate for me. I have done it in my car, at the beach, basically anywhere I can get away with it. This story is about an experience in my car.

I had just gotten off work from the hotel I was working in at the time, watching the bartender’s and waitress’s coming into the kitchen in their skimpy and tight outfit’s always made me horny and today was no exception. It was raining hard that day so traffic was moving at a crawl otherwise I might have missed the soaking wet beauty that was standing on the side of the road with her thumb out. I pulled over and when she got in she thanked me for stopping saying that she thought she would never get a ride.

I asked her where she was going and as we got back on the road and she said, “I’m going to a friend’s house to pick something up.” I asked her what was so important that she had to hitch a ride in the rain and she eventually revealed she was picking up some weed. She asked if I smoked and I said occasionally so she offered to get me high in return for the ride. I said that it wasn’t necessary but as horny as I already was before picking her up, I was even more so now that I saw her sitting there in her soaked T-shirt and shorts.

It was about 30 minutes or so to her friend’s house and I figured I would be able to take this opportunity to get off in front of another stranger. We made small talk for a while talking about our jobs, recreation etc. Then it occurred to me that she never mentioned how she was getting home after picking the weed up so I asked if she needed a ride home too. She said “You don’t have to go out of you way like that,” little did she know what I was cooking up as I said “oh it’s no trouble at all, I don’t have anywhere to be the rest of the day and I would hate to think of you standing in this rain all over again waiting for a ride. She thanked me and as we talked some more my hand inched its way towards my cock where I let it rest casually rubbing it when she wasn’t looking.

We got to her friend’s house and I waited in the car while she ran in and minute’s later she returned smiling even though she was yet again completely soaked from the still pouring rain. lara escort We headed on down the road and she asked if I knew anywhere we could park that was safe for us to get high, I suggested a spot by the river under a bridge and she agreed that would be a good spot too. We parked and continued to talk as she rolled the joint, lit it and passed it over, after a while the weed started kicking in and one thing pot does to me is it makes me very horny and since I was already horny before it was an overwhelming feeling at this point so I was no longer discreetly rubbing my cock through my pants. I decided now was the time to make my move.

” Can I ask you to do me a favor?” I asked, she looked at me and said, “sure what is it?” I said, “would you mind if I masturbated in front of you? I wont try to touch you or anything and if you say no I wont do it but pot makes me very horny and I would love to get off in front of you if you don’t mind.” She looked at me in shock but eventually she smiled and said ” well it is your car so I guess you can do whatever you want,” I said ” but I would only do it if you say it’s OK” as I openly rubbed my now rock hard cock through my pant’s. “I don’t mind, it’s OK with me” she said grinning in disbelief.

I immediately opened my pants and pulled them to my ankle’s turning towards her with my leg’s open as I wrapped my hand around my cock and proceeded to stroke it. I looked her in the eyes and asked if she had ever watched a guy jack-off before and she said ” only once, an old boyfriend of mine did it for me” as she pushed her blonde hair behind her ear’s watching my hand pump my cock. My eyes moved to her breast’s where I saw that her nipples were very hard, I wasn’t sure if it was due to the show she was getting or from being soaked from the rain. “Do you enjoy watching a guy stroke his cock?” I said cupping my balls with my other hand.

“Yes I do, I find it very erotic” she said looking up from my cock to lock eyes with me a moment. “Are you enjoying watching me right now?” I asked as I scooped the drop of precum from my cock and licked it from my finger. She gasped a little when she saw me do that and finally said, ” yes I am enjoying watching you very much right now.” I serik escort asked if she would like to masturbate with me and she said “I don’t know about that but I would like to help you if that’s OK,” well I immediately lifted the armrest between us and said “be my guest.”

She slid over and started by just rubbing my thigh’s as I kept pumping away rubbing my balls as I stroked, my eyes watching her hand’s as they got closer and closer to my ball’s. I pulled my hand away from my ball’s and she replaced it with hers, well that sent waves of pleasure through my cock and I almost shot my load right there but I stopped stroking and just held my shaft as she continued rubbing my balls watching the precum ooze from the tip. I was about to scoop it up again when she beat me to it, I watched her gather it up on her fingertip, making it stretch into a fine strand as she raised it to my lip’s where I licked it off gladly.

She resumed playing with my ball’s as I pumped my cock our eyes periodically locked while we played when I decided to push the envelope a little, she was leaning over my lap slightly so I reached around her waist with my right hand and let it rest on her hip. She looked up and smiled when I asked, ” is it OK if I touch you as well”? she said “yes but let me make it easier for you” as she slid her short’s down leaving her panties on. There I was sitting in my car with a total stranger as I pumped my cock for her, I was in total heaven and I meant to enjoy it for as long as possible so I slowed my stroking and decided to help her catch up to my level of stimulation. I slid my hand down her back over her nice round ass, feeling the soaked crotch of her panties I slid a finger inside and found her hot shaved slit open readily for my finger. She gasped as I fingered her in a slow tease, wanting to see how excited I could get her and see how far she would go. She was now just gently squeezing my balls as I played with her pussy wiggling her hips as I added another finger to her slit.

After my finger’s were nice and slick with her juices I pulled them out sliding them over her clit then slowly moved them towards her asshole and when they grazed over it she moaned very loudly and looked me in the eye antalya escort with a very pleased look on her face. I asked if she liked having her asshole played with and she just breathed in as she shook her head yes. “I like having mine played with to” I said as I raised up allowing easier access to my ass for her. A wide grin spread across her face as her finger’s trailed from my balls to my asshole where she slowly slid her middle finger in all the way. “Oh my god that’s awesome!!!!!” I said as she felt the same happen to her as my slick fingers worked into her ass.

We played for about an hour before I was ready to shoot my load and I knew it was going to be a huge one, she had already cum twice and I just couldn’t take anymore. I warned her that I was about to cum and that it would be alot so if she didn’t want any on her she should back away a little. She just smiled and as she curled the finger’s in my ass towards my prostate and said “cum for me,” well that’s all I needed to hear and I started pumping my cock like a madman as shot after shot of cum flew all over the both of us some even making it on her cheek which I readily licked off as we both stroked my cum slick cock together finally slipping our fingers from each others assholes. We were facing each other from across the seat again but we both kept playing with ourselves I said ” I can cum again if you don’t mind” and she responded “again,I dont believe it” looking in disbelief. I said, “yes I can cum quite alot” pointing out the cum dripping from her breasts onto her belly. She didn’t say a word but just kept rubbing her clit as I pumped my cock using my cum for lube this time stroking it hard and fast before it dried and got to sticky. She watch my hand intently as I fisted my cock and soon I was cumming again this time all over my belly. After I came down from my orgasm I leaned over her and licked all my cum off her as she brought herself to another orgasm as well.

Once we both recovered she said that was the wildest thing she had ever done and she couldn’t believe she actually went as far as she did but she didn’t regret doing it. We were soon on our way back to where I picked her up and as we drove I thanked her for letting me masturbate for her and that if she would like to get together again it was up to her. I gave her my number but said I wouldn’t ask for hers so that if we got together again it was on her terms. She thanked me as well and we went our separate ways, she never did call but I really didn’t expect her to. All in all just another perfect adventure of the Publicmasturbater. The End

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We would all love to think that there are old, mature ladies out there who just love fucking. But, in truth they are very few old ladies who still want sex. So we have fantasies. I have several. Here is one in story format. Hope you enjoy.

The fantasy fuck store for mature ladies who love wearing girdles

First, let me own up. I am a mature man, yet ever since I was young and saw a gorgeous mature buxom lady wearing a girdle and fucking a guy on top, I have maintained a fetish to for plump mature women with big floppy tits wearing open crotch girdles and no underwear …oh yes, and they should have a lovely hairy cunt.

So when a friend, who owned a fashion and shoe shop for shall we say, mature women, found out that I was semi retired she asked if I could help her for two days a week, who was I to argue?

I told her that I had no experience.

‘Well, Ken, you know how to sell — shoes and clothes are no different, and you do have a great sense of what suits a woman. All you have to do is help them and assist fitting as our more mature clients like a ‘personal service’…with the emphasis on personal.’

I was intrigued. ‘Well all good service is personal…what other kind is there?’

‘Come on, Ken’, replied Heather, ‘how do you think an expensive old fashioned show like this stays viable. You must have noticed that all our specialist products designed specifically for highlighting and making our older ‘ladies’ look and feel sexy. In short we provide a discreet and private outlet where mature ladies feel safe — and satisfied — to buy fashionable, sensuous garments and lingerie that flatter them. Also our service includes fulfilling their sexual fantasies whilst doing so’.

‘You mean to say every one of your customers pays top money to get their rocks off in one way or another?’

‘That’s it precisely. You see Ken’ — Heather was warming to her specialisation now.

‘When highly sexed older women, are maybe lonely, lost a husband or lover, they still get the horny hots and have fantasies. I provide this discreet outlet for them to fulfil their fantasies and try new things…and above all, they are pampered, admired and serviced without any fear or humiliation’.

Well, who was I to disagree and confirmed that I would start the following Wednesday morning. During the interim, my imagination went into overdrive, thinking of all kinds of scenarios ranging from mild to downright disgusting. Well, time would tell if I was right or way off the mark!

Come Wednesday morning I entered an empty shop ready to be briefed by Heather.

Going round the store she pointed out the sections.

‘As you see, we provide items to enhance, show-off, as she held up a pair of sheer nylon open crotch pyjama bottoms as an example. As most of our ladies curvaceous we also specialise in all types of girdles — from sheer see through gossamer to all-in-one types. But in all cases they come only with a high cut open crotch. The ladies prefer them as it seems they like to show off.’

“Ken, our ladies like to ‘be seen’. So it is essential that you are confident in being able to provide an admiring ‘personal perspective’ izmit escort when measuring and when they ask, hint or wantonly show off’.

Looking at my cock bulge, Heather added “I can see that will be no problem for you.”

Our tour included other section: shoes, dresses, skirts etc and then I noticed a discreet sign saying ‘fitting and beauty centre’.

Opening the door I saw a swanky massage type table several easy chairs and a small sofa …and lots of mirrors.

Looking around Heather added,’if you have done you job well and the ladies request more assistance, this is where you are free do whatever they want in any way or method they prefer.’

Come 10.00 the open sign went up and our first customers entered around 11. Not knowing what to do exactly or where to start, Heather told me to go to the shoe department.

‘It is amazing how many mature ladies just love showing themselves, to an appreciative audience”, she remarked.’

No sooner was she gone when an attractive if slightly plump lady of I would guess, about 55 to 60, asked if she could try some gold strappy sandals that she wanted for her next holiday.

‘Certainly madam, what size?’

‘Four and a half but four if they are a wide fitting’ she replied, as anyone buying shoes would do.

But this was not self service. This was old fashioned personal service and befitting such she went and sat down whilst I went for the sandals. As you will recall, years ago shoe shops provided a full service — measuring and fitting.

And we too had that old device that allowed me to sit on one end to facilitate fitting the shoe which of course meant that the ladies had to lift up their leg to place their foot on the platform just below my crotch. Those old shoe shop guys must have seen some sights!

Returning with about 6 pairs of appropriate sandals she said, ‘you’re new aren’t you?’

‘Just started today Ms?’

‘Johnson’, she said, ‘but please call me Cathy’. And you are?

” Ken ….pleased to meet you Cathy’.

Not knowing what she was into so to speak, I invited her to take off her coat and in doing so, I surveyed her. Bearing in mind my real task I set to work with the compliments and respond to the innuendo.

It wasn’t difficult as her curvaceous figure was encased in a simple line skirt that ended a couple of inches above the knee. They were indeed beautiful sheer nylon clad legs. But the big surprise was the blouse. Definitely not Laura Ashley: more Dior black hiding — not very successfully — a staggering 40 D pair of delicious tits, in a low cut black bra- they were almost falling out. Yes, this was a fantasy customer all right.

‘Cathy, that outfit is really stunning. You have excellent style’

‘This is one of my favourites. It makes me feel good and at my age, anything that does that, has to be good. Besides my belief is that if you’ve got it flaunt it. What say you, Ken? I can see you are a man with a keen eye”, her eyes roving over by crotch.

Sitting down , she slowly lifted her right leg on to it and smilingly said ‘ help me see which of these delightful gebze escort sandals is going to have the effect I am looking for?’

So playing it by instinct I took gently took hold of her ankle and went to take off her black pumps she was wearing.

‘Just a minute Ken, they are rather tight, let me help you”. With that Cathy opened her legs to bend over and to pull off her shoe giving me my eyes more than enough time to travel up her lovely plump thighs to her pussy jungle of fabulous salt and pepper curly hair nestled just below her girdle line.

And she did the same again with the other leg. “There, that should make it easier for you”

What …tickle her clit or fit the bloody sandals? Then the penny dropped. Cathy was a classic exhibitionist and obviously enjoyed showing off and obviously wanted more.

Fitting the second pair, instead of taking her ankle, I held her calf. ‘ You know Cathy, it will make it easier for me to see how this clips fit if you could possibly lift up your leg a bit more’.

Her eyes lit up. ‘ That’s going to be hard in this skirt, Ken’, she said breathlessly. ‘I’ll have to pull it up a wee bit’

Demurely she pulled up her skirt about 3 inches and spreading her milky white fat thighs lifted up her leg revelling in showing her luscious and very moist hairy cunt lips.

Smiling she added, ‘ can you see better now, Ken?’

Then,as if she had just discovered she was not wearing underwear,she added,’making all the arrangements for this holiday is very stressful, I clear forget to put my undies on this morning, so I am sorry for any embarrassment I may have caused you’.

Pushing it further, I replied, ‘No not at all. In fact, I am a great admirer of woman who like going commando , if I may be as bold to say so’.

‘Oh Ken, it is so nice to find a real gentleman of discernment’.

After about 20 minutes fitting her sandals and her showing me all of her very fat and now noticeable wet hairy cuntbox , Cathy, mentioned a swimsuit .

As innocently as a she could muster, added ‘ do you think it best if we went into the changing cubicle so you can measure me… it’s a long time since I last bought one?’

Closing the door I replied, ‘Now Cathy, here we do not guess sizes, we take pride in personally measuring. First, please strip off so I can do a good job for you.’

‘Will you unzip me please?’ Turning around to show her luscious arse, I gently unzipped and pulled down her skirt revealing her arse globes through the sheer see through Spandex panty girdle.

Turning around her then very slowly and sensuously took off her blouse revealing a see through balcony bra that just held up — let alone covered — those fabulous milky smooth tits. She was in great shape for an older lady and boy did she know it.

‘ Ken, to clearly get your honest opinion, this swimsuit thing is worrying me, frankly. I don’t want to be parading around showing off my belly so I though that this would do”. Holding up a one -piece costume with build in tummy control panel she added, ” what do you think?’

As she started removing darıca escort her exquisite girdle I decided to take her and her obvious needs in hand

‘Now Cathy , let me see what concerns you’, I commanded. Well, as she slipped out of her girdle, she took my breath away. The woman did not shave, but appeared to actually cultivate her pubic hair. From whispers of hair at the belly button, it got fuller and bushier all the way to her cunt. And boy was I turned on . By now my cock was inching for action.

‘You see my problem, Ken. I always come out in the most awful rash when I used to shave — now I just let nature take its course. Problem is most men do no like this’, pointing down to muff . ‘And it gets worse.’

Without missing a heartbeat she turned around and bent down and pulling her arse cheeks apart revealing her puckered shit hole surrounded by softer hair. “What do you think”? She said.

Not wanting to miss an opportunity like this I answered ‘Well, Cathy, why don’t you lean against the chair and let me take a closer look.’

Crouching down and slowly placing my hand on her arse I had to find out how far she wanted to go.

‘ Running my finger around her sphincter and caressing her lovely hair, I said ‘ As a matter of fact Cathy, I really love ladies with lots of pubic hair.’ Sliding my fingers around her fanny, added:’ in fact, its far more hygienic as it helps retain all that love juice I can feel right now, see?’

Bingo! “Now Cathy, I am going to show you exactly my opinion and I think in this case actions are far better than words”.

As she started to grind her fanny into my hand, she turned her head around and added, ‘ Ken this is really good. Why don’t you give me a complete inspection.

I quickly downed trousers and pants and guided my normal 6 inches cock, literally oozing with anticipatory pre cum over her crack and around her fanny.

Then gently opening her arse cheeks pushed it into her hairy crack slowly rubbing and lubricating it. Gently I whispered , ‘you see Cathy, I really appreciate very hairy women.’

‘Oh yes,’ sighed Cathy, “I can definitely feel that “…as she pushed her arse so tight into my cock that the cheeks covered it completely. Boy this was fucking great. Her hairs stimulated more pre cum and on the up stroke; it lodged in her ring hole and slipped right in.

“Are you ready for the full inspection Cathy”, I asked.

And leaving her lady-like chat outside she replied, ‘I sure fucking am’, again ramming her arse against outwards easily forcing my bulging cock right up her shitter.

‘Ken, this really turns me on’. Gently at first, in and out. Her sighs and panting increased…..and just as I thought she was ready to cum, she grabbed my hand and guiding it to her very wet and exposed clit and added, ‘wank my clit’.

I could not believe it. Her clit was rock hard and a good half inch long.

‘Make me cum, lover. Fuck my arse and wank away…and I’ll give you the best orgasm you’ve ever had.’

Stroking and masturbating her clit she chocked, ‘open that draw Ken, and don’t be surprised.’

Lying there was a dildo that must have been at least 10 inches long and 10 in circumference. Handing it too her, she leaned back into my still stiff member and calmly pushed the entire phallic member into that hairy snatch. I could feel it as well.

As she switched it on the vibes not only sent my cock into overdrive but Cathy bucking and fucking for her life.

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This is the second in a series of stories about the sexual awakening of a young couple. In this story Beth and Rich take their new sexual awareness on a vacation to Hawaii.

There were no other cars parked in the tiny turn out along the main highway east of Kapaa. Rich dived off the road, bringing the rental car to a quick halt in the red Hawaiian dirt, barely leaving room for another car.

“Not much room here Beth,” he said as he shut the engine off. “Are you sure this is the right place?”

“I’m pretty sure,” Beth responded. “It matches the description the waitress gave us last night—small parking area on the right side of the road a couple of miles out of town . . . See, just ahead. There’s the sign with the mileage to Princeville. It’s just like she said.”

“Hmmm. You’re right. Mileage on the sign is what she said it would be too. This must it.”

“Do you see a trail down to the beach? The brush looks pretty thick.”

“She said it was at the far end of the parking space. Lets go look.” Before Rich could release his seatbelt, Beth had hopped out of the car and begun to walk the few yards to the end of the turnout.

Rich got out to follow her, but he paused, leaning on the open car door, as he enjoyed his view of his wife’s mass of dark red hair, her broad shoulders, narrow waist, and best of all, her round ass and long, muscled legs. She was wearing a T-shirt and Bermuda shorts, but Rich was well aware of the treasures her conservative dress discretely covered. He felt his cock stir beneath his own shorts as he watched her walk away.

Rich and Beth were on Kauai for a ten-day vacation, a badly needed break from his stressful legal job in Palo Alto. Both his and her parents had joined them. It was good to see their parents. They hadn’t seen them in the two years since he and Beth had moved from Cleveland, where they had grown up. But after five days they were realizing that sharing a rented vacation house with the both sets of parents had a drawback.

The problem was that Rich and Beth had made some pretty significant changes in their lifestyle since their move to Palo Alto, changes that had to be curtailed while living in the same space with their parents. The young couple had been raised in accordance with very strict Christian standards, especially respecting sex. In their youth sex was a topic that was not discussed, and if their parents ever had sex, beyond what was required to conceive them, there was certainly no evidence of it. Clothing was always chosen as conservatively as possible, and the idea of nudity around the home was beyond anyone’s wildest imagination. The only real mention of sex they ever heard were the hell fire and brimstone sermons delivered regularly at the Baptist church where Rich and Beth had met. Preacher McCoy made it clear that sex was a one-time deal, solely for the purpose of procreation. Recreational sex was a mortal sin.

Shortly after Rich and Beth set up their new home in Palo Alto, they made some radical changes from the sexual standards they had been raised with. Beth was the original instigator of the changes. Rich was totally shocked at first, but a bottle of wine had quickly gotten him to see the advantages of Beth’s new standards, and after that first evening, he had joined in enthusiastically. Now they routinely walked naked around their home, had sex almost daily, in every room in the house, and in a wide variety of positions. They enjoyed porn and sex toys. Eroticism had become a very important part of their life.

All of that had been curtailed for the last five days as they conformed to the standards they had been raised with. Rich was so horny he could barely stand it, and Beth was equally bad off. They occasionally copped a discrete feel, but they were sure that the noise they would make screwing would immediately be heard all over the house. Hence, no sex.

But today both sets of parents had announced that they wanted to stay home. They were tired from five days of touring the island and they encouraged Beth and Rich to take one of the rental cars and go off on their own. So after an hour or so of driving, they were ready to hike down to a small secluded beach that a waitress had assured them would likely be deserted on a weekday morning.

“I found the trail,” he heard Beth call out. “It’s right where she said it would be, at the end of the turnout.” Rich was leaning against the hood of the car now, watching Beth’s ample boobs bounce and swing under her T-shirt as she walked rapidly toward him. The swimsuit she wore beneath her T wasn’t doing much of a job as a brassiere, he thought with delight. She strode up to him and threw her arms around his neck while she pushed her hips forward into his. “Let’s go down on the empty beach and screw,” she whispered in his ear.

“My but aren’t you a horny wench this morning,” he responded. He brought his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts through her T-shirt. She responded by sliding her hips back and escort kocaeli bayan forth against his. Rich could feel his dick fast approaching full erection status as she moved back and forth.

“Someone else feels pretty horny to me,” she said, referring to the boner beneath his pants which she could feel as she rubbed her hips against his. “Besides, what did you expect? The last five days is the longest we have gone without sex since I finally convinced you we didn’t have to live by Preacher McCoy’s standards.”

“Hmm. Yes,” he said as he massaged her tits. “I still get hot thinking about how you seduced me that afternoon after I found you sleeping naked on top of our bed.”

Just then they heard a car approaching on the highway. Rich pulled his hands down from her tits and started to push Beth back, but she kept her arms locked around his neck and her loins pressed against his.

“Beth, they’ll see us,” Rich said.

“Yes!” she hissed. “It makes my pussy tingle just thinking about it.” She resumed rubbing her hips against his.

“You’re such an exhibitionist!”

“I know,” she said with a laugh, finally pushing away from him as another car approached. “I can’t wait to get naked down on the beach with you. Come on. Let’s get our knapsack and go. I think I’ll just leave these clothes here and wear my bikini down to the beach.” She pulled off her T-shirt and shorts leaving her clad only in a very skimpy string bikini and a pair of running shoes needed for the trail down to the beach. “You should do the same.”

Rich retrieved a small knapsack containing beach towels, sunscreen, water, snacks, and a few other things. Then he followed Beth’s lead by stripping off the T-shirt and cargo shorts he was wearing. As he undressed Beth turned her back to him and leaned over, her feet wide apart and her legs straight in what one could have believed was a stretch prior to heading out, but was in reality simply Beth showing off her beautiful ass to Rich. She was looking back at him through her legs just to watch his reaction to her antics. As he looked, she reached back with one hand and pushed her swimsuit to the side, exposing her pussy to him. She heard him suck in his breath. She just loved exposing herself to him.

“Oh good,” she said. “You wore the Speedo suit . . . But it seems to have a problem.”

Rich looked down at his skimpy swimsuit and realized that the head of his now fully engorged cock was protruding from the top of the suit. He quickly adjusted the suit so his prick was fully covered, telling Beth that the problem was all her fault.

Beth stood and turned back to face him as she laughed. Finally she said, “Good! But, by the way,” she continued. “I don’t think tucking that log of yours back in the suit is really hiding anything.”

Rich looked down and saw that she was right. His erection was almost as fully exposed as if he had simply shed the suit completely. “Hmm,” he said. “Do you want me to put my shorts back on?”

She looked at him for a long moment, sucking seductively on a finger, and finally said, “No I think I like it the way it is.”

“I thought so. Let’s go,” he said with a chuckle, picking up the knap sack.

As he walked away, she said, “You know you have a cute ass in that Speedo.” Then she followed him into the brush-lined trail.

For the first quarter mile Beth remained behind Rich thoroughly enjoying her view of his muscular legs and his hard ass. The speedo failed to cover a good deal of his ass cheeks, and Beth was fantasizing about how she wanted to grip those muscular cheeks while Rich pounded her pussy with that big cock she had seen so poorly concealed by the front of the bathing suit.

About half way to the beach they changed positions. Now Rich was following Beth and, as Beth had done, lusting over his spouse’s poorly concealed ass. Actually her bikini bottom covered much less than Rich’s Speedo did. It wasn’t quite a thong, but it might as well have been one. Rich was finding something inexplicably kinky about watching Beth dressed in a next to nothing bikini and a pair of running shoes. I wonder if I have a mild foot fetish he thought as they strolled down the trail.

By the time they got to the beach they were both shiny with sweat from the heat. Rich’s erection had abated when he was leading but was pretty much fully recovered after half a mile of walking behind Beth. He was so horny he was ready to throw her to the ground and fuck her right then, but she insisted they take a dip in the ocean first.

The beach was as predicted, a small one, maybe fifty yards wide, flanked on each side by high rocky cliffs that ran out into the ocean, one of which provided a bit of protection from the prevailing direction of the surf. Rich picked a spot in the center of the beach and began to spread out beach towels. When he looked up he saw that Beth had shed her bikini, tossing the skimpy suit well above the surf line, kocaeli otele gelen escort and was wading naked into the warm swells. Not to be outdone, he slipped off his Speedo and ran, his semi erect dick swinging wildly, down the beach and into the surf. When he reached Beth he tackled her, driving her into an oncoming wave that buried both of them.

When they got to their feet they embraced and stood in the surf kissing passionately, until another wave knocked them over and sent them tumbling under it. Having now learned their lesson twice, they dove under the next wave and swam far enough out so they could just tread water and bob in the warm waves. They embraced for several long kisses with their legs wrapped around each other, holding their breath as they sunk beneath the waves, with Rich’s erect dick pressed firmly against Beth’s belly.

Eventually, Beth said, “Let’s go back to the beach. Sex and swimming don’t mix very well.”

“I knew you were too horny to stay out here for very long.” He began stroking toward the Beach with Beth swimming alongside of him. At the surf line they tried to catch a wave and body surf in, but they both were pretty much pounded by the wave, winding up on their hands and knees fighting its remnants as it surged back down the beach.

From there they walked naked up the beach, holding hands with the water streaming off them until they reached the beach towels. They flopped down on the towels and lay on their backs letting the warm sun slowly bake them dry.

“My God the sun feels good,” Rich said.

“Yes,” responded Beth. “Especially ’cause we’re naked. It feels so good to have my whole body exposed to the sun and God and everybody.”

“What everybody?” Rich asked, looking around. “We have this little beach to ourselves.”

“Oh I just meant that as a figure of speech.” . . . “But, you know what? I think I would kind of like it if someone else was here and they were naked too and we could look at them while they looked at us.”

“Really?” Rich said. “What if they were fat and ugly?”

“Silly boy. There is never any fat and ugly in my fantasies. Everyone is as beautiful as we are.” As she spoke she rolled to her side, pushing aside the long red hair that fell in front of her face. Rich also rolled toward her so that they were now facing each other.

He reached out and began to softly fondle one of her breasts. “What were you thinking about when we were walking down the trail to get here?” He asked.

“I was thinking about how much I wanted to get down here and suck your cock.”

“You mean you wanted to suck my cock right here on this beach in front of God and everybody?” he said, feigning shock.

“Yes, that’s exactly what I mean. I especially hoped there would be an ‘everybody’ here who would watch us as I sucked you until you were ready to cum and then finished you with a hand job so you could cum all over my tits.”

“You mean these tits?” he said as he softly pinched both of her now fully erect nipples.

Beth gasped quietly and then said, “Exactly!” She rolled to her back and he crouched above her and began to work on her breasts with his mouth. First he slowly licked a circle around a breast until his tongue reached her swollen nipple. He sucked it into his mouth and began to suckle on it. Then he repeated the assault on the other breast.

Beth lay back and closed her eyes. “Oh that feels so good,” she moaned and then she cried out softly but sharply as he used his fingers to pinch her other nipple. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck! I’ve been wanting that for days.” As she spoke she pulled her knees up and spread them apart, giving her hands access to her sex. She soon had two fingers in her cunt, while the other hand spread her lips and stroked just up to her clit. She was being careful not to hit her clit, as she didn’t want to climax immediately. She was enjoying the buildup too much.

Rich pulled himself back from Beth’s chest and sat cross-legged watching her masturbate. His cock stuck straight up in front of his flat belly. He was slowly stroking it as he watched Beth.

“God, I love watching you masturbate,” he said as he slowly smeared a drop of pre-cum over the head of his prick. “But tell me,” he asked. “Would you really want to have sex with me if there was someone else on this beach?”

“Oh I don’t know,” she said with a giggle. “I fantasize about it, but it’s something you wouldn’t really know until you got there. It always seems like it would be really hot to have someone watching us.” She was using one hand to fondle her tits and tug on her nipples now while the other hand alternated been finger fucking her pussy and stroking her lips.

“What about you?” she asked. “Would you do it? Would you fuck me while someone else watched?”

“Sure if you wanted me too and if was a turn on for you.”

She sat silently masturbating as she watched izmit suriyeli escort him stroking his rock-hard prick for half a minute, almost as though she had forgotten the thread of their conversation. “But would it be a turn on for you?” she asked.

“It’s always a turn on for me when we fuck.”

Beth smiled. “I know that you horndog. But that’s not what I meant. What I meant is whether having someone else watching us would be an extra turn on for you, more than just the usual?”

“Well would this couple be naked and doing something like we were doing? I think that would be a turn on.”

“They might be. Or maybe they would be fully dressed but still really focused on what we were doing.”

“You mean maybe rubbing each other through their clothes because we were turning them on?” he asked.

“Yes, like a couple watching porn, maybe in an airport on a tablet where they can’t let anyone else realize what they are doing. Like maybe we were the actors in the porn they are watching, but we can see them.”

“That’s quite a fantasy, he said. Do . . .”

“Oh fuck, I’m so horny,” she said, interrupting him. “The hell with the fantasy. I want you to eat me right now. Make me cum with your tongue, and then I want you to use that big, hard dick to fuck me until I cum again. Will you do that Rich? Please. Oh fuck, I need you to make me cum! Please, please, please. Please eat me, or fuck me, or something. Right now. It’s been almost a week and I really need it. Right now!”

Rich quickly crawled around so he was lying between Beth’s legs with his face in her pussy. One thing he had learned since they moved to Palo Alto was that he loved eating her pussy. It was a fantastic turn on for him. He slid two and then three fingers of his right hand into her while he began to lick her inner pussy lips with his tongue. His left hand was mauling one of her beautiful tits.

“Oh, yes! That’s good! But lick my clit. You have to lick my clit. And don’t back off. Just start liking my clit and keep it up until I cum. Don’t tease me. Just make me cum!”

Rich began pumping his fingers in and out of her cunt like he was fucking her with a small dick and moved his head up just a little so his tongue could focus on her rock-hard clit. He swirled his tongue around it. He licked it. He sucked on it.

“Oh God that’s it. Ohh ohh so good. Keep it up don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop. Oh, oooooooooooooooh Fuck. Ahhhhhhhh!” she screamed as a climax tore through her body, her cunt clamping down on his fingers.

Rich kept licking her until she pushed him away, too sensitive to take any more direct contact with her clit. He got to his knees, crawling forward and leaning on his arms with his dick poised at the mouth of her sex. Then he dropped his hips and forced his way into her still spasming cunt.

Once his dick was fully inserted he just lay down on her, most of his weight resting on his elbows, and remained still. He didn’t stroke or twitch. He just kept her pussy filled with his hard cock.

That’s why we haven’t had any sex since we got to Hawaii,” he said.

“What?” she asked in a sort of dreamy, lost tone of voice.

“Because you make so much noise when you cum. Our parents would come running to see if someone was hurt.”

“Oh,” she giggled. “You’re right, and we couldn’t have them walk in on us and find us naked with me on my back with my legs spread, and you with your face buried in my pussy, while I hold your head there with both hands.”

“That’s quite a lurid picture you’re painting.”

“No, that wouldn’t do at all,” she continued. “But I can’t help it. I’m just loud when I fuck.”

“I know,” he said “and I love it.”

“Good.”

Beth squeezed the muscles of her now somewhat relaxed cunt on Rich’s cock. She reached down with her hands and grabbed the hard muscles of his ass pulling him deeper into her, just as she had fantasized about on their walk down to the beach.

“Hmmm,” Rick said as his rock-hard dick twitched in response.

“Oh yes!” she said. “That feels good. So full. I haven’t felt that since we left California a week ago. Oh yes I do love your cock.”

Then Rich began to stroke his cock in and out of her cunt holding himself up on his elbows above her and establishing a slow, steady rhythm. Beth wasn’t saying anything comprehensible. Just groaning and crying as she responded to his fucking by thrusting her hips up to meet his strokes.

After a couple of minutes Rich spoke up. I can’t last long. I haven’t cum in a week and I just can’t hold back for very long.”

“Okay,” she said. “I just want to cum once more. Once more with your cock buried in me. And then I want you to squirt that load on my chest.”

Rich moved his weight to his hands and arched his back. Then he just held still, his cock fully buried in her cunt. She reached between them and began to stroke her clit. “I don’t want you to cum, so just hold your cock as far in me as you can get until I get myself off again.”

As soon as her fingers reached her clit she began to cry and whine. It didn’t take her long before she exploded into another noisy orgasm, this one perhaps even stronger than her first.

It took Beth a moment to come down from her climax. Rich held his cock in her, doing multiplication tables to keep from cumming.

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Author’s Notes: –

Before you read this part I strongly suggest that you read the earlier parts before reading this.. It will give you the background that will make this part a lot more enjoyable.

V

*****

I got up on the Sunday morning feeling quite excited. After breakfast I showered and shaved everywhere below my neck. I’d already decided what I was going to wear, a skater type, very short skirt and no knickers; and a silk type cami top with no bra. My permanently hard nipples would tell the world that I was horny.

Having said that, I looked at myself in the mirror and chickened out. Not with what I was wearing, but with having my nipples so prominently tenting the cami top. I got out a little denim jacket and put that on top, reasoning that I’d take it off just as soon as I arrived at the rugby clubhouse.

The getting ready part was exciting but as I walked to the underground station I got a bit nervous. My little skirt was bouncing about and I felt good, but nervous. I was going to a rugby club full of hunky men, well hopefully, and I was wearing next to nothing. As I sat on the train the vibrations made the nervousness get replaced with memories of being groped and made to cum, possibly on that very same carriage.

As I walked towards the rugby club there were 2 girls walking towards me. I overheard one say,

“The fucking bastard, I’ve a good mind to report them to someone; we’d both make great cheerleaders.”

I smiled and thought,

“You’ve got to be joking; you’d be better applying for the job as the Michelin Man.” (The symbol of the tyre manufacturer).

I was still smiling as I turned into the rugby ground and saw about 20 young men playing rugby. I nearly tripped over something as I walked to the clubhouse still watching the men in their short shorts and hunky bodies.

“Hi, I’m Duke, you must be Millie, right?”

“Hi Duke, yes, that’s me.” I replied looking the 30 something cute guy up and down.

“So pleased that you made it; you look perfect for the job.”

“Well err, thank you, but don’t you want to interview me?”

“Yes, of course, can I get you a drink or anything Millie?”

“No thank you.”

“Right, come and have a seat and let’s talk.”

I sat on the wooden chair, feeling the cold on my bare butt.

Duke then started talking about the team, how many players they’d got, about the trophies that they’d won, the clubhouse; all the sort of things that I’d expected. Then Duke told me that they were going through a bad spell; that they’d got the talent but just couldn’t put it all together. The committee, that he was chairman of, as well as the Coach, had come up with the idea of getting some cheerleaders to boost morale and give the boys some incentive to sort themselves out.

“So you want a few girls to dance and do some cartwheels or something at the side of the pitch?”

“Something like that, but it wouldn’t be restricted to game day, there would be practice days, like this morning, and in the clubhouse as well. We’d provide the uniforms for you to wear. We’ve already got one set laid-out over there. There’s three uniforms, one for matches, one for practices and one for wearing in the clubhouse. Would you like to have a look at them?”

Duke got up and I followed him over to a table at the other side of the room. I could see cards with names on them, ‘match’, ‘practice’ and ‘clubhouse’.

I looked at the ‘match’ uniform. It was in their team colours and wasn’t that dis-similar to what I was wearing except that the top was a halter top. The skirt was just as short as the one I had on.

“No underwear then?” I asked.

“Yes, in that tin.”

“What?”

“Body paint. We thought that you could paint a pair of knickers on. We don’t want any spectators getting upset do we?”

“So you’d expect us to dance around, do cartwheels and handstands and goodness knows what else, wearing just that top and that skirt?”

“And the body paint.”

“And what part of my body am I supposed to paint?”

“Oh don’t worry about that, one of the lads will put that on for you.”

“All this is a bit sexist and degrading isn’t it?”

“As I explained to the other 2 girls Millie, we don’t do politically correct here. We’re all proper men and we don’t give a damn about all these women’s lib things or all this racism crap. No one here is a racist. You’ve probably noticed that 3 of the guys are black. What you probably haven’t heard yet is the white guys calling them coons or black bastards or niggers. You also won’t have heard the black guys calling the white guys white honkeys or white trash either. Well you will; name calling goes on all the time. Just remember, it’s not WHAT you say, it’s the way that you say it, and here it’s all done in a friendly way between friends so no one even thinks about racism. Everyone in this team, this club is a friend of everyone else in the club and they will do anything for ANY of the other members regardless of age, background, job, colour of their skin or sex. Well the sex part became part of it when kocaeli escort bayan we decided that we wanted some cheerleaders”

“Wow Duke, that was some little speech and it was good to hear it. It’s all good with me, now, I see that there are no shoes with the uniforms.”

“I was hoping that you’d all be able to provide your own white pumps for outside and some high heels for inside.”

“Probably a good idea.” I replied

I moved to the ‘practice’ uniform and lifted the microskirt up. There was nothing underneath it.

I smiled and said,

“Running around outside in just this belt eh Duke?”

“Yep, don’t worry, the grounds aren’t overlooked it will just be the team that will see your tits bouncing about. And we wouldn’t expect you to be out there when it’s really cold.”

“Well that’s good to know but my tits aren’t really big enough to ‘bounce’ about.”

“They’re just the right size for me Millie.”

I smiled and the tingling spread from my pussy to my nipples.

Next I looked at the ‘clubhouse’ card.

“So haven’t you bought the clubhouse uniform yet?” I asked.

“Nothing to buy; that’s it.”

“But there’s nothing there.”

“Exactly, you’ll be stark naked; except for your shoes, you’ll need to wear high heels, we’ve got to please the lads. A happy team is a winning team.”

“Hmm, right, I see. So how much will you be paying your cheerleaders?”

“Money! We were rather hoping that you’d do it for the team. After all we’re just a local team. The lads will want to buy lots of drinks for you and you’ll be welcome to help yourself to any food that’s laid on but money; doubtful. We’ve been working on the principal that if you saw the advert on Craig’s List then you’re just out for a good time; and you’ll certainly get that here.”

“Hmm, was that shewed idea yours Duke?”

“Yes it was actually.”

“I thought so. So have you got any other girls yet Duke?”

“Yes we have. We’ve had 9 applicants so far. Most of them were ugly or fat so the interview only lasted a couple of minutes but 3 of them were nearly as cute as you. One said that she wouldn’t do it unless she got paid.”

I smiled and remembered the Michelin girls.

“So you’ve already got 2 girls that are prepared to get naked for the team.”

“Yep.”

“Are you expecting them to let your team fuck them Duke?”

“That’s up to them Millie. We may all be sexist pigs but none of us would force ourselves on a girl. That’s just not right.”

“Good answer Duke. Well, I guess that you’ve now got 3 cheerleaders. Oh, I nearly forgot; what about kids and parents?”

“Phew, you had me worried for a bit there Millie, the lads would never forgive me if I let someone as good looking as you slip through my fingers. And no, the lads wouldn’t dream of bringing any family members. Occasionally a girlfriend will appear but not very often.”

“You haven’t got your fingers on me yet Duke. When do I start?”

“Awesome Mille, the lads will be real happy.”

“So when are the practice sessions Duke?”

“Wednesday evenings and Sunday mornings, that’s what’s going on out there right now. Then the game is in the afternoon. Just about all games are here because we’ve got a pitch but the odd one is somewhere else. We usually borrow a minibus to get there. Will that be a problem Millie?”

“Unlikely but if it ever is I’ll let you know. So do you want me back here on Wednesday or would you like me to start now?”

“Wow, you’re keen to get your kit off Millie. The lads will be in very soon for some lunch then the opposition will be arriving just before the game. You’d be on your own today; the other 2 girls aren’t going to be here till Wednesday. I’ll understand if you want to give today a pass.”

“No, no, I may as well meet the guys today. I’d forgotten about the other teams, do you ever get and girlfriends of kids coming with them?”

“The odd girlfriend driving some of them here but apart from that no.”

“Good, I’d hate to be accused of corrupting kids or upsetting old prudes.”

“No, you’re okay there Millie, we wouldn’t have advertised for cheerleaders if there were going to be any problems like that. We’ve assumed that you wouldn’t mind getting changed in one of the changing rooms; we’ve got one for the home team, and one for the away team. Take your pick, make yourself at home, have a wander around and get to know the place, I’ve just got to finish getting the lunches ready. Oh, the bar will stay closed until after the game but you are welcome to indulge if you want, just help yourself. Oh shit, I don’t suppose you’ve got a pair of pumps in that bag of yours have you?”

“Don’t worry Duke, I’ll go barefoot today.”

“Thanks Millie, you’re a life saver.” Duke replied as he came over to me, hugged me, and slipped his hands up the back of my skirt and squeezed my bare bum.

“Nice butt Millie.” Duke said as he turned and walked off leaving me just standing there.

A couple of seconds later it hit me. I’d just volunteered izmit otele gelen escort to get naked in front of 15 or 20 young men; no, 30 or 40 when the other team arrived; and then go outside to cheer on the team wearing just a skirt that was short enough to be mistaken for a belt. Wow, I surprise myself at times.

I felt my pussy tingle and my nipples ache.

And what were all those horny young studs going to do to me? I nearly orgasmed just thinking about it.

I turned and looked around. The doors were all labelled so I went through the one labelled ‘Changing Rooms’ and saw 2 more doors, ‘Home’ and ‘Away’.

Going into the ‘Home’ room I saw lockers, benches, a toilet cubicle, urinals, and a big open shower. I imagined me in there with a 15 naked young men.

The orgasm got a little closer.

I opened some locker doors until I found an empty one and started getting naked. That only took seconds then I just stood there looking round again.

“Here goes Millie.” I said to myself, and started walking out of there in just my shoes.

As I opened the door to the main room and walked through I got one hell of a shock. Fifteen or twenty rugby players started clapping and cheering. The quick attack of shock quickly turned to embarrassment and my hands moved to cover my tits and pussy.

Two seconds later I said to myself,

“Don’t be so stupid Millie. This is what you want; move those bloody hands.”

I did, felt my nipples ache a little and my pussy get even wetter then smiled at the guys and said,

“Hi guys, I’m Millie and I’m one of your cheerleaders.”

“A nude cheerleader.” I just about heard over the cheering.

“Okay guys, leave her alone,” I heard Duke say after a few seconds; “there’ll be plenty of time for you to get to know her and drool over her cute little tits and dripping pussy later. You need to get fed and then changed ready for the game. The other team is due in 15 minutes.”

With a few groans the majority of the guys turned and headed to the food tables.

“Are you going to be okay Millie?” I heard Duke say, as a couple of the guys stepped over to me.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied, “I’m sure that all these guys will be perfect gentlemen.”

“You look good Mille, really nice nipples.” Duke said before turning and walking away.

The 2 guys nearest me started talking to me and looking at my tits. They asked me all sorts of questions, most of the time with their eyes on my chest. I kind of liked that.

The guys sort of rotated around getting some food and getting changed and talking to me. I got asked a few questions over and over.

After a few minutes Duke called for silence then said,

“Right guys, 2 things, firstly there will be 2 more new cheerleaders here on Wednesday evening dressed like Millie when inside here; and secondly, I know that you guys will treat them all with respect but I’m not so sure about all the guys in the other teams that come here so please look after our new cheerleaders. If anyone does anything to upset any of the girls take it out on them on the pitch not on in here or the carpark. Okay?”

Just them, another guy came up to me and introduced himself as Jake, the captain.

“Duke’s right Millie, you shouldn’t have any problems with my team but if you do just let me know and I’ll sort it out. As for other teams, I’ll make sure that one of my guys is with each of you all the time.”

“Oh thanks Jake, that’s really nice of you.”

“You’re so welcome Millie, and are your nipples always that big and hard?”

“How do you know that they’re hard Jake? You haven’t felt them yet.”

Jake smiled at me and his right hand reached over and held my left nipple between his index finger and thumb and I moaned.

“They’re hard.” He said as his hand opened and cupped my whole tit.

“Keep them warm for us Millie. Gotta go, I can hear a load of voices outside. The opposition is here.”

Just then the door opened and a whole load more young men walked in, some of them colliding with their team mates in front as they stopped when they saw me.

My pussy got the same feeling as it did when I’d walked into that room without anything on.

When they were all inside, Jake spoke,

“Hi guys, welcome. I’m Jake, the Captain of this team. As you’ve already seen, we now have some cheerleaders. Unfortunately, only one of them is here today and she’ll be outside running along the side line cheering our guys on. I do hope that she’ll distract you enough so that we have an easy win. Just one word of warning, don’t upset any of our cheerleaders. If you do, your team will not be welcome back here. Right, you know where the changing rooms are and kick-off is in 30 minutes.”

There wasn’t a rush for the guys from the other team to go and get changed. For some strange reason they all wanted stay and look at me and most of our team were back and ready to play before the other team’s coach finally told them to get a move on.

All the time there kocaeli suriyeli escort was a steady stream of guys coming over to me to talk to me and get a closer look as I stood there in the middle of the room.

It was REALLY exciting standing there, totally naked, and being the only girl in a room full of young men. If I’d wanted to I’m sure that I could have asked any one, or maybe all of them, to fuck me; but at that moment, I just wanted them to look at me. I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs and I wondered how many of them noticed.

How I didn’t orgasm just standing there I shall never know.

A man in a black shirt, black shorts and rugby boots walked in and did a double take when he saw me. Duke approached him and they talked for a few minutes before Duke started telling both teams to go out to the pitch.

When they’d all gone he came over to me and asked me if I was okay. I said that I was, not telling him that I was soo close to cumming.

“Right Millie, you’re handling all this quite well so far, you need to put the match uniform on. We’ve got to let everyone know which team you belong to.”

“I wouldn’t have thought that that was a problem but hey, I’ll need something to keep me warm.”

I went over to the table where the 3(?!) uniforms were and started putting the halter top on. I deliberately fastened the body strings very loosely, wanting the risk of my tits escaping.

The skirt went on in seconds then I picked up the tin of paint.

“Would you do this for me please?” I asked Duke.

“Sure, hop up on the table.”

I did; then spread my legs.

Duke looked at my pussy then said,

“I think that I’d better get a towel.”

I think that I blushed but Duke wasn’t there to see my face, he was already on his way for a towel.

He returned with a roll of paper towels and offered a couple of sheets to me.

“Can you do it please Duke?”

Duke looked at me and smiled.

“Sure.”

Duke started by wiping the insides of my thighs and moving up. Before he wiped my pussy with the towel he touched my clit with a finger. An orgasm exploded out of me and I sat there shaking, and I think I was saying,

“Thank you, thank you.”

When I calmed down I looked at Duke’s face.

“I thought that you needed that Millie.”

“Yes, yes I did.” I replied the repeated what I think that I said when I was ‘up there’.

My body shuddered again as Duke wiped my pussy dry then opened the body paint tin.

“So Millie, I thought that a little triangle on your pubic bone would do the job. Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, sure, don’t make it too big. I suppose that it will look like a thong until I spread my legs. So Duke, there’s only one of me and I haven’t even met the other 2 cheerleaders so we haven’t sorted out any routines. What would you like me to do today?”

“I was thinking that you could just do a few cartwheels and handstands when the team need a bit of a push and when they score. Oh, I never asked you, what do you know about rugby?”

“Don’t worry Duke, my dad’s big rugby fan and he used to make me watch it with him when I was little. I think that I know most of the rules.”

“Good, that solves a problem; I must ask the other 2 what they know about the game.”

By that time Duke had opened the tin and had some black paint on the end of the brush. I lay back on my elbows and watched Duke as an outline of a thong appeared on the front of my pussy.

“That feels nice Duke.”

“Don’t go cumming on me again Millie. We don’t want to miss half the game.”

I shut my mouth and smiled. That was the first time that a man had told me NOT to cum.

Then I had a thought and asked Duke what sort of paint it was.

“Don’t worry love, its water based, it should come off when you have a shower.”

“Good, I’d hate to look like I was wearing something after the game. You do open the bar and have a few drinks before everyone goes home don’t you?”

“Don’t work Millie; you’ll get plenty of attention after the game; and as many drinks as you want.”

Five minutes later Duke and I marched out of the clubhouse and to the pitch.

“What’s the score?” I asked the 2 reserves that were stood watching.

“5 – 3 to them” one guy said, not sure if he should look at me or the game.

I started going up and down the side line, following the game, and cheering our team on. Then I remembered that I was supposed to do something to encourage them. The next time that the ball came into touch at my side I stood near the man who was going to throw the ball down the Lineouts. Just as he was about to throw I did a handstand. As the ball went flying along the 2 lines all the guys were presented with a view of me standing on my hands with my tiny skirt inverted and covering my belly and lower chest. The halter top had slid up around my neck revealing my nice little tits.

My display un-settled the opposition and our team managed to get the ball.

That seemed to be the turning point of the game and by half-time we were leading 15 – 10.

I went and joined the half time get together and one of the first things that Jake said was to tell me to spend some time behind the opposition’s posts. Our team will keep telling the opposition guys that I’ve stripped off and are playing with my pussy. With a bit of luck they’ll keep turning to look and we’ll be able to catch them off-guard.

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Little “Abby Gabby” was just finishing her breakfast when her father came walking into the kitchen with the morning newspaper. He took one look at the headlines and threw the paper on the table next to her. He had a disgusted look on his face.

“Your mother and I are going to work now. You have the house all to yourself.”

“What’s wrong Dad? You look upset.”

“You would be in school right now if it wasn’t for that.”

He pointed to the newspaper and, without waiting for her response, walked out.

She read the headlines: “Swensen Medical Clinic Director arrested for administering illegal drug to patients.”

At first she didn’t know what to make of it. But as her eyes quickly scanned the text she came across a familiar name. ‘So that’s it!’ she said to herself. ‘That’s why Mr. Cardelli was arrested. It’s all because of this drug!’

The article detailed the circumstances leading up to the arrest of Dr. Christiana Swensen, her brother-in-law Philip Olmstead, and his wife Bonnie. There was mention of a certain Luis Ramon Hernandez, a known drug lord, and, last but not least, her beloved teacher, John Cardelli, who was now out on bail awaiting arraignment. St. Bridget’s was also mentioned, but the names of her classmates were conspicuously withheld. As she read the part that accused her former teacher of being a mean, lecherous, pervert, she felt a great weight suddenly placed upon her shoulders—a weight so ominous that it threatened to crush her tiny frame into nothingness.

Since the incident at St. Bridget’s, she had wrestled with the idea that she and her girlfriends had not acted ethically in their refusal to confess the truth about their part in their teacher’s sexual misconduct. She knew that such an admission of complicity would result in possible dismissal from the school for herself and her classmates, but she also knew that is was wrong to withhold the truth from the authorities. Going to the police would have been the proper course of action, but she was under great pressure from her less than honorable peers to conform, and that meant keeping her mouth shut.

Abigail Rylander had always been a highly inquisitive girl, her talkativeness belying a keen and analytical intellect within. Her lilting, high-pitched voice often led her teachers to believe that she would never make a great public speaker: a prerequisite of every pupil who had any aims toward serving in the public sector. But this did not deter her. And despite her occasional bouts of running off at the mouth, she nonetheless managed to maintain very high grades, much to the chagrin of her classmates. Even when they poked fun at her for being, as they so jealously put it, a “semen-clogged brain,” she found it better to combat such narrow mindedness by achieving a high grade point average rather than resorting to verbal retaliation.

She had told no one about her misgivings, certainly not her parents, and certainly not her classmates, who would have ostracized her at the first sign of insubordination. But having to suppress the truth for so long was taking its toll on the girl’s conscience. For above all things, Abby was honest, and this clandestine pact created by her friends to protect their own selfish interests was something she was finding difficult to abide.

The truth was that although John Cardelli had acted irresponsibly, he had been under the influence of the drug, which had compromised his otherwise previously staunch ethical behavior. In Abigail’s mind, he was less to blame than the real culprits in this whole ugly affair—Bridget Veerhoft and Helga Nelson—both of whom had exacerbated matters by acting in a sexually wanton and provocative way and orchestrating the event to the point of acting as ringleaders for the rest of the class in helping to bring about Mr. Cardelli’s downfall. But, because of their pact, none of this information had been revealed to the police.

She remembered how difficult it was for her to lie to the authorities when she had been questioned a week earlier at her home, her parents having to leave the room when the more gross details of the sexual escapade were divulged. She hated the fact that she had to keep the truth hidden, and she soon began to hate herself for being so weak. But the most pressing reason why Abby found it difficult to endure the silence was because she knew that her beloved teacher was suffering. Her desire to assuage her own conscience by telling the truth, coupled with her need to comfort him, made her want to speak out in his defense.

But it was already late.

Seeing that it was now well past 8:00 AM, she remembered that she had an appointment to keep with some friends. They were going to a local mall to do some clothes shopping, something she always found time for. And her friends were not the snotty, stuck-up kind like the girls in her class. It was going to be a fun day she thought, and, in spite of her father’s remark, she wasn’t missing school all that much either.

“Poor Mr. Cardelli!” she said aloud as she put on her coat.

The weight continued escort kocaeli to bear down upon her unmercifully.

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The interim of time following my arrest and subsequent release was a matter of only a few hours, yet it felt like an eternity. Philip’s lawyer had arrived at the police station soon after we did, and made arrangements with the judge for the setting of bail. The three of us were summarily discharged after paying a sizeable amount of money to the bailiff, but were scheduled to return to court for a preliminary hearing, which was to be held on Wednesday morning of the following week. I learned Luis was to remain in custody until the hearing, and I was glad to hear it.

Rebecca had invited me to stay with her until the media circus subsided and to keep me safe from any negative repercussions from those who had been less than satisfied about the claims I had made for my drug. Her three-bedroom chalet was located several miles north of the city in a quiet, rural area well off the beaten track. Bonnie and Philip, however, decided to take their chances by returning to their house, but they had to wait until the early morning hours to make it past the hordes of paparazzi that swarmed over their estate like flies on honey.

The Clinic had been shut down on orders from the judge. From what Rebecca had told me, Lynette had been deprived of the sperm and blood samples taken during the last experiment, and was questioned and then released. She told me that Maria had called her late the previous evening to see if I was all right, but she hadn’t heard a word from Cheryl. Michelle had also called to let her know that she was actively preparing witnesses and evidence in my defense, and would be in touch with me soon. She had heard from no one else.

“This sucks Chris,” she said, stretching out her long legs onto the hassock in front of her. “Are you getting the feeling that your friends are abandoning you?”

“Like rats on a sinking ship?”

“Exactly.”

I took a sip of tea and drew a pillow behind my head.

“Well, let’s see. Michelle called right? And Maria? And…”

“And that’s it. I don’t know what the fuck happened to Cheryl.”

“Probably screwing her brains out with that young stud Mr. Lundquist,” I said, chuckling. “She’s in love with him you know.”

“I think she’s in love with his big nineteen-inch dick!” she laughed. “God, you created a monster with that thing!”

“I don’t know how the hell he managed to get it into his pants!”

We both laughed for a few moments but quickly became serious once again.

“I’ve got to do something, Rebecca. He can’t go around like that for who knows how long. And what’s going to happen with those other men? How can they live normal lives with their genitals being compromised like that?”

“If you’re asking me for advice, I have none,” she said gloomily. “All the answers lied in those samples, but now they’re gone.”

“Yes,” I said, staring into my cup, “they’re gone. And with the Clinic closed my hands are completely tied.”

We sat quietly for a while, ruminating on this unfortunate event.

“How’s Bonnie?” Rebecca asked suddenly.

“Holding up pretty well considering what she’s going through. She and Philip stand to lose the better part of their fortune. And his career…that’s in shambles.”

“Philip is a fool. Allowing himself to get involved with that scumbag Luis and his greasy little fiends. That’s the reason you’re on the hot seat right now. It’s because of him.”

I could not disagree with her. If Philip had simply come to me with his intentions all this could have been avoided. But he knew that I would have had to refuse him, and knowing this is what forced him to resort to subterfuge to achieve his goal.

“I’m sorry Chris,” she said, trying to comfort me. “Philip is a good man but he just became too greedy. You have to admit, that drug of yours is every man’s dream, sexual dysfunction or not.”

“I’ll be honest with you Rebecca. There are times when I wish I had never invented the thing. It’s caused too much pain. Too much.”

Just then the doorbell rang.

“You expecting someone?” I asked.

“Not at this hour. It’s almost midnight.”

I followed her to the door, anxious to see whom it was.

“Who is it?” Rebecca asked, trying to discern the image through the tiny glass hole in the door.

“Open up. It’s me.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake! “It’s Cheryl!”

Rebecca flung the door wide open.

Cheryl was holding a small metallic container in her hands and behind her stood her new boyfriend, all smiles.

“We were wondering what the hell became of you!” Rebecca exclaimed. “And look who else is here!”

“Hi Rebecca! Hi, Dr. Swensen!” Craig said, following Cheryl into the room.

“Craig!” I said, pleasantly surprised. “What are you doing here? What’s going on?”

“We’ve got some really great news for you Dr. Swensen,” Cheryl said, as she placed the container in my hands. “Look what kocaeli escort Craig did for you.”

“Bring it over here Chris,” Rebecca said. “Put it on the table. What’s the big secret Cheryl?”

“You’ll see,” the girl replied, as I gently put the metal box down.

“Go ahead doctor,” Craig said. “Open it.”

I tentatively lifted the lid, not knowing what to expect.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed, as the lid came off in my hands.

Rebecca immediately looked inside. “How the fuck did you manage to pull this off?” she said to Cheryl.

“It wasn’t me. It was Craig I told you.”

I removed one of the glass phials from the insulated gel packs and lifted it up into the light. It was very cold to the touch.

“They’re all there. Every single sample,” Craig said. “All color coded and named.”

“I can’t believe it,” Rebecca said. “How did you get it past the cops?”

“If you remember, Cheryl and I were in my cubicle when the police came in. We knew what was going on so she and I grabbed the samples out of the cooler and gave Lynette some other phony samples to throw the police off the track. While they were occupied with her, Cheryl and I stuck the real samples in the soda machine in the back lobby. After the police were done questioning us, I pretended to get a soda and opened the machine up and took out the samples. I put them in my backpack and since the police had already inspected it, they let me go without a problem. And here you are!”

“Holy shit!” Rebecca said to Cheryl. “That’s right, you have the key to all the machines. What a fucking brilliant idea. But where did you get the container?”

“I keep a few at home,” Cheryl replied. “They’re great for doing Jell-O shots.”

At that point I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, so I did both. I must have appeared quite amusing to my friends as they watched me laugh hysterically while shedding an ocean of tears. In no time I had them all laughing with me.

“You are one beautiful man!” I said, throwing my arms around Craig and hugging him. “Do you know how much this means to me?”

“Yes, doctor I do,” he replied, returning the hug.

“And you!” I said to Cheryl. “I love you so much.”

I was crying so profusely now that I could barely see her reaction to my comment. But when she hugged me I knew that she was crying too. Even stalwart Rebecca was misty-eyed.

“We have to keep these samples refrigerated,” she said. “I think it best to call Michelle and tell her what’s going on. We have to get over to the University tomorrow and you have to develop the new and improved EJAX-472 so that this lovely boy here can…oh my! What’s that?”

Craig followed her eyes down to his crotch and blushed.

“I guess I’m a little excited.”

“Jesus, Craig,” Cheryl laughed, noticing his erection. “And you just had the orgasm of your life.”

“That was yesterday, Cheryl.”

“Oh, I see. So now you’re ready to go again?”

“I can control it,” he replied, clearly fighting to will his erection away.

Rebecca put the samples in the refrigerator and called Michelle to inform her that she and I would be coming to the University in the morning to run tests on the samples. She then rejoined us and we talked for a few more hours.

“So that’s why you gave me that smile,” I said to Craig.

“Doctor?” he replied.

“You know, you kind of gave me a weird grin when I was escorted out of the Clinic.”

“Oh, yeah. I couldn’t very well tell you what we had done, so I tried to reassure you in the only way I could. I know it probably made you wonder more than anything.”

“It did. But what I don’t understand is how all those people from the media showed up so soon.”

“I called them,” Cheryl said.

“You called them?”

“As soon as I saw the cops, I phoned the Stockholm Press and told them that something big was going down at the Clinic in regards to the drug. As you all know, they and every other paper in town have been following the story about Mr. Cardelli. I didn’t think so many people would show up.”

“That wasn’t such a wise idea Cheryl,” I said dismayed. “The last thing I wanted was to bring this kind of attention to my experiments before they were completed. Now the press will never leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry doctor,” she replied downcast. “I thought maybe you would want to tell them what really happened. You need them on your side right now.”

Rebecca poked me in the arm. “You know Christiana, she’s right. If you can get the support of the media behind you, you’ve got it made. Don’t forget, you’re still an innocent victim here. It’s Philip who has committed the crime, not you.”

“But I’m guilty by association.”

“Extenuating circumstances! He ripped you off for Christ’s sake!”

“I think it’s your brother-in-law and that idiot Luis who are the ones in real trouble doctor,” Craig said. “All the guys and I…well, we’re going to stand up for you in any case.”

“And Michelle and the others kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan will do the same,” Cheryl added.

Despite their positive prediction, I still felt dubious. “I just hope my sister’s lawyer knows what the hell he’s doing.”

We sat around talking for few more minutes about other matters, but my mind was preoccupied with the hearing. Cheryl looked at Craig and gave him a wink.

“I think it’s time to go home,” she said, during a lull in the conversation.

“I won’t hear of it,” Rebecca said. “It’s late. You guys can stay here for the night. I’ve got an extra bedroom.”

“We don’t want to impose upon you Rebecca.”

“Don’t be silly. My house is your house.”

Without further debate, Craig and Cheryl were shown to their room and shortly thereafter I heard the door close followed by some giggling.

“I think I’m going to turn in too,” Rebecca said with a yawn. “We have a big day ahead of us.”

“The shelf life of those samples is only a few days under these conditions,” I said. “It’s either tomorrow or never.”

“Get some sleep,” she said, giving me a kiss on the cheek.

I had only been sleeping a few hours before I was awakened by noises coming from the master bedroom, which was adjacent to mine. For a minute I thought Rebecca had left her television set on, as she often did before going to sleep. I got out of bed and put my bathrobe on and gently tiptoed into her bedroom. Pushing aside the door I noticed that the television set was off, but on the bed were three bodies all coiled around each other in a tangled mess of frenzied lust.

“Oh!” I exclaimed.

Upon hearing me, they froze. I made a quick apology and turned to go.

“No, wait!”

It was Rebecca’s voice. “Come in, Chris.”

“This is not my thing Rebecca. You know that.”

“Please,” she said softly. “You don’t have to do anything. Just stay with me for a little while.”

“Why do you need me? You already seem to have your hands full.”

“This is really so beautiful, Chris. It’s not like you think. There’s a lot of love here. We’re your friends for heaven’s sake. Nobody’s going to think the less of you.”

I hesitated for a few seconds, imagining what it would be like to partake in their blissful union.

“It’s okay doctor Swensen,” Cheryl said. “We’d like you to join us but if you’re tired we won’t bother you.”

Craig kept silent, but I could make out his facial features in the dim light and I saw a look of expectation in his eyes.

“Look Chris, if you don’t want to join in, it’s fine. Why don’t you go back to bed? We’ll try to be quiet.”

I sensed the disappointment in Rebecca’s voice. I knew that she had been in love with me for a very long time, but I could only return her love in a sisterly fashion. Now that an unusual opportunity had presented itself to her, she was taking a chance that maybe she could finally entice me into having sex with her, in whatever context that might be. The truth was that I cared dearly about all three of them, though I had no romantic feelings for any of them. Did they really just expect me to sit and watch as they engaged in sex?

“How long are you going to stand in that doorway gawking at us?” Rebecca joked.

I stood there for a few moments and then, to my surprise, I found myself walking into her room.

“I’ll stay for a little while, but don’t expect much.”

“Nobody is forcing you to do anything you don’t want to do Chris. We’re all friends here.”

She reached out her hand to me and I sat beside her on the bed.

“Lie down and enjoy the show.”

Propping my head up with several pillows, I leaned back and watched as the lovemaking commenced.

Craig, it seemed, had been fucking Cheryl from behind, and picking up where he left off, drove his enormous cock in and out of her with wild abandon. Rebecca’s legs were spread out before her so that she could watch the young girl feast on the triangle of hair between them. At times she would grab my arm tightly as Cheryl’s tongue drove her into fits of ecstasy.

It was one thing for me to be watching, or even participating to a small degree, in the sexual relations of people who were part of my studies at the Clinic, but quite another to merely sit and watch. In the first instance, I was in control and could choose to participate if I wished. But in the scenario taking place before me, I was merely a passive observer, and although the opportunity to get involved was still there, I was reluctant to take it. I was reluctant because I was unsure of how I would ultimately respond to the loving attentions of my friends. The truth was that I was afraid of lowering my sexual defenses to the degree that I might actually lose control in front of them; that they may see me in a less than desirable light. And losing control was, to me, something I had always regarded as a weakness in others, and ultimately in myself—whether imagined or not.

As I watched the three of them enjoy themselves, I began to feel like I was invisible—an incorporeal voyeur who could look but not touch. In the semi-darkness of the bedroom, the scene took on an almost surreal aspect—limbs akimbo, bodies undefined—and the only thing that made me aware that anything was going on at all was the persistent sound of Craig’s cock and balls slamming into Cheryl’s vagina, and her increasing moans of pleasure.

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The first second, I lied on my back stupefied by what just happened. The next second, I hear the laughter coming from all of my female observers. The third second, I realize: holy shit! I’m naked! and throw my hands in front of my exposed penis and tucked in my legs putting me in the fetal position. My entire body turned bright red with embarrassment. All of the women who came to watch me play volleyball were now whipping out their cameras and phones to take a picture of the embarrassed naked guy on the ground. Sage rushed over to me.

“Hey Rorke, are you okay?” Her words were those of concern but there was laughter in her voice as well. The last thing I wanted in that moment was for my crush to see my dick again. I turned away from her, but that only gave my audience a good view of my ass.

“Aw, Mister Confident is so cute when he is embarrassed.”

“I bet he didn’t see this coming.”

“I am sending pics of this to all of my friends. They are missing out.”

“He should probably put on some sunblock so he doesn’t burn that nice ass.”

While all my female admirers continued to heckle me, I noticed a pair of broken glasses lying beside me in the sand. I knew those glasses. “Avery!”

I jumped to my feet and ran over to my friend who was laying on the ground rubbing his forehead with his eyes shut and face covered in sand while Santiago and Bridget supported his back to lift him in into a sitting position.

“Oh my God Ave! Are you hurt? Do you need help getting up? Can you see without your glasses? How many fingers am I holding up?” I held up seven fingers. My concern for my friend’s well-being temporarily made me forget about my own predicament.

When Bridget was finished clearing the sand from Avery’s face she smiled in my direction as she took in the sight of my junk. Avery opened his eyes and grimaced when he saw me. “I’m not hurt. These two are helping me. I can see fine, though I wish I were blind right now. For I see seven fingers when all ten of them should be used to cover up that.” He pointed between my legs.

I looked down, and so did all of the women surrounding me, to see my flaccid prick swaying in the breeze. I blushed once again as I clapped my hands over my privates. kocaeli escort Jack managed slip his way threw the crowd of women to put his enormous back against my own; creating a large human wall between me the cameras. I leaned into him thanking my lucky stars I have such a nice friend. Even Zayne came to my aid by standing next to Jack and linking his arm around his waist, providing me with additional coverage. I hardly know the guy but he was suddenly alright with me.

Zayne chuckled as he took in the sight of the chaos that was all around us. “This is so much fun. Does this sort of thing happen all the time with you guys?”

Jack blushed and put his beefy arm around Zayne’s shoulders. “I wish I could say no, but…coincidentally enough, when the four of us met…”

I nudged my back into both of them. “Now is not the time to tell that story! Can’t you see I’m embarrassed enough as it is?!” With Jack and Zayne covering my backside from the horde of women dying to take more nude photos of me, Sage decided to cover my front side by simply standing face to face with me. Her gaze trailed up and down my naked body, drinking in every inch of me with her arms crossed over her chest and a salacious smile on her face. I swallowed, my face got hot as I turned even redder.

“Hey guys, I have an idea to get Rorke out of here.” Scarlet appeared from the horde of women encircling me. She took a quick moment to glance at me beat red and naked in front of Sage and smiled with satisfaction. “Someone here is gonna create a distraction. That person will move through the crowd via an opening created by Zayne and Jack. Once these vultures are off chasing new prey, Sage will bring Rorke to the lost and found on the beach to get him something to cover up with.”

There were a couple questions I had about this plan. “Um, Scar? Who exactly is going to be this distraction and how can you be sure that all these girls are going to follow them?”

“Allow me to demonstrate,” Scarlet’s impish smile returned. “Bridget. Santiago. Help poor Avery to his feet. Lift him up by his arms.” During my embarrassing photo op, I had completely forgotten about poor Avery getting beamed with my speedo. gölcük escort Bridget was cupping Avery’s face in her hands as if checking for more sand. They seemed to be sharing some kind of look when we turned to them. Avery blushed and turned away from Bridget. The sexy foreign girl appeared to be unfazed; she just smiled and grabbed on to his arm while Santiago lifted the other.

Scarlet took swift advantage of the situation by striding up to Avery, untying the drawstrings of his board shorts, and yanking them down to his feet. Both Bridget and Santiago were so startled by Avery’s abrupt nakedness they released his arms mid-pull, causing him to stumble forward. Slap! Scarlet smacked his bare buttocks so hard it left a mark as red as his face was right now. Slap! Another strike on the rear propelled Avery into the mob of women who eagerly turned their attention on him.

“Oh shit, that’s our cue.” Zayne grabbed Jack by the hand and pulled Jack away from my back to assist Avery who was now being openly molested by the crowd. I almost fell backward once my ass was once again out in the open. Sage grabbed my hands and looked me up and down with interest.

“Looks like there’s an opening in the crowd toward the lost and found’s direction. Shall we make a run for it?” Sage locked her fingers with my own.

One of these days, I am going to have to repay Avery’s brave yet unwilling sacrifice. Although he did kind of have it coming after what he said to Ingrid earlier. I’m guessing that’s why Scarlet chose him as a decoy. It worked too. With all of these horny women taking the time to grope my friend, Sage and I made a run to the lost and found while they were distracted.

The lifeguard at the station looked bored as she sat behind a desk in a plastic lawn chair while reading a magazine. She wore a red cap with a white cross on it and a matching swimsuit, her long hair was tied back in a ponytail.

“Excuse me, we are looking for something that this gentleman lost.” Sage addressed the lifeguard.

“The lost and found is…WHOA!” Looking up from her magazine, the lifeguard’s bored expression turned into one of extreme alertness the moment izmit sınırsız escort her eyes fell upon me. Luckily Sage very generously let go of my hands earlier so that I may cover myself but there was no overlooking the fact that I was very very naked in front of these two hot women. The lifeguard perked up as she discarded her reading material. “Hey there stud, what can I do for you?” She batted her eyelashes. “The name’s Danielle, please tell me you came in for some CPR.”

My cheeks flushed at her attention. Usually I would be flirting up a storm here if only to make Sage jealous. However, it was difficult to muster up any bravado when you are the only person in a conversation without clothes. It was highly unlikely that I would find my awesome speedo here but I could still use something to cover up with until the party is over. “W-Well, as you can see…I lost my swimsuit…could I take a look in the lost and found to see if it ended up here?” The lifeguard continued to stare at me. “…please?”

With a sigh, the Danielle pulled out a large box from underneath her desk titled: Lost and Found Items on the side. “Feel free to take anything you want from there, but it might not be what you’re looking for.”

Sage pulled out an old pair of swim trunks from the box and held them in front of me. They were seafoam-colored, faded from use, and were missing a drawstring.

I frowned. “Don’t you have anything…flashier?” I thought wistfully about the amazing speedo design Ingrid made for me. If only it was the right size, then it wouldn’t have fallen off and I would still be rocking it.

“You mean flashier than what you have on now?” The lifeguard waggled her eyebrows. Catching her drift, I swiped the trunks from Sage and turned around to put them on. The lifeguard whistled provocatively as she got an eyeful of my butt.

Pulling the trunks up to my waist, I was relieved to find that they fit.

Sage turned to the lifeguard, “This will do, thanks for all your help…um?”

“Danielle, but my friends call me Dannie. Feel free to come back any time with your hot friend here,” Dannie the lifeguard gave me a gaze so intense I couldn’t help but blush again. “In any state of dress you see fit.” She licked her lips.

Sage took me by the arm. “We will keep that in mind. For now, we have to rush off to the next event of this guy’s birthday.” She gave my arm a squeeze. “Don’t forget about our bet either Rorke. You still lost that game, so I plan on collecting later.”

I suddenly became nervous for a whole new reason.

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If you haven’t read ‘Emily’s First Solo Holiday’ and ‘Emily’s Home Life Changes’ I suggest that you read them before reading this.

Part 01

Before I tell you about my second solo holiday I think that it’s best that I tell you about some of the things that Jack has been making me do since I wrote about how my home life has changed.

I think that it’s right to say that I am VERY happy living with Jack and being his submissive exhibitionist. We’ve even talked about us being a permanent couple and maybe even having kids but we’ve both decided that life as it is at the moment is way too much fun to seriously think about major changes. We’ve decided to re-visit serious changes in about 10 years. Until then we’re going to just keep doing crazy things.

Just a quick reminder about me, I’m 23 years old, slim 30A 23 29, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, 5 feet nothing tall. I’ve been told that I have a cute little bubbly butt. I studied engineering at university and now have a good job working in central London that I commute to each day on the London Underground.

Right, since ‘Emily’s Home Life Changes’, Jack has continued to make me do things that before ‘Emily’s First Solo Holiday’ when I was engaged to that looser, John, I would never even have thought of, never mind actually do.

After the walk in the Epping Forest Jack has taken me on many countryside and coastal walks and I am usually naked apart from some hiking boots. Jack carries my dress and a few essentials for us both, just in case.

We’ve come across quite a few people whist out walking and just about everyone is very friendly towards us, often stopping and talking to us. I’m amazed by the number of people who have told us that they’d love to do the same if only they had the courage.

Each week Jack takes me to his gym for a workout and all that he lets me wear, which is good with me, is a thin, cotton tank top and a very short, white skater skirt. It’s not revealing when I’m just stood there, but as soon as I bend over even the slightest bit my butt becomes visible, and you can imagine what is on display when he gets me to do some floor exercises.

Jack has discussed my attire with the gym manager and he told Jack that membership has gone up since Jack started taking me there.

Jack also takes me jogging once a week as well. We sometimes go around the local park but sometimes run along the main street and I often get a few comments, usually from groups of young men about my pokey nipples or the fact that my skirt bounces up and they can see my slit or my butt; so they say, I can see my nipples but not my slit or my butt so I have to take their word for it. Jack just smiles when I ask him.

Jack has also taken me to a couple of CMNF dinner / dances which I loved. We travelled there on the underground with me just wearing a short coat and heels. The coat fastens with just a tie belt and it kept ‘accidentally’ coming undone leaving the coat open and giving the people opposite me quite a surprise. He’s also had us sitting on the trains opposite men and he didn’t need to tell me to keep my knees far enough apart to let the man / men opposite me see my slit.

The dinner / dances are great and we met lots of girls like me and their partners who like showing them off. I really loved being able to talk to strangers and dance totally naked with clothed men close by. I also really love the table next to the dance floor where girls can go and lay on it, and any man can go up to them and explore the bodies with their fingers and mouths.

At both events Jack sent me to the table twice and each time I got finger fucked and eaten out, having glorious, intense orgasms each time. It was really nice having a man from the same table as us come and make me cum then go back to our table and act like nothing had happened.

Jack also visited the table and pleasured some of the girls although I did notice that he only went there if the girl had a similar build to me. It confirmed to me that Jack much prefers small girls with small tits.

I’m also still going to and from work on the underground wearing just a short dress or skirt and top, then getting changed into my work clothes in the toilet of a fast food outlet near where I work. The groping and finger fucking is still taking place on the crowded trains and I’m really happy that I work ‘normal’ office hours, I’ve lost count of the number of orgasms that I’ve had on the way to work. I must be 1 of the few people who actually enjoys their commute to and from work.

Jack is still throwing parties, and some of the other residents are as well. At every one I am naked, the only one naked, and I love every minute of it. At some of them I have to get on the table after most of the food has gone and the deserts are put on and in me and people eat them off me anyway that they can.

I love having orgasms on those tables with all our neighbours standing watching me.

I think that by now, everyone in the apartment block has seen izmit escort me getting dressed or undressed down in the entrance area. What they have never seen is me wearing a bra or knickers. I don’t even wear those for work now, my thick blouses and knee length skirts keeping me looking professional.

I’ve invested in a home laser depilator and it’s amazing. After about 3 sessions, with Jack’s help, I have no hair below my neck and every few weeks Jack closely inspects every square millimetre of my body and lasers any hairs that have appeared. Why hadn’t those machines been invented 10 years ago when I first started shaving?

******

One night, in bed, after an exhaustive sex session where Jack had tormented my pussy using my magic wand and remote controlled vibrator that shakes my insides so much that I sometimes fear that they will turn to jelly, then fucking me to 3 more glorious orgasms, we were laying there talking and Jack told me that he was thinking of going on a holiday with his mates and that I should think about going on a holiday with my mates.

At first I was a bit confused and disappointed, but he went on to explain that us being apart would bring us closer together in the long term.

My mind went back to my first solo holiday in Ibiza and the totally awesome time that I’d had. That holiday really changed my life into the amazing one that I have now. Those guys that were in the next hotel room to me really brought out the real me and changed my outlook on life for ever.

I knew that it would be impossible to repeat that holiday, and that if I tried it would be disappointing.

Jack went on to say that some of his mates were thinking of going on a lads holiday to Ibiza after Jack had told them about some of the things that I’d done, and that he was considering joining them. He also again told me that he thought that I should do something similar with some of my girl friends.

I reminded him that I didn’t have any girl friends that weren’t married or that I would want to go on holiday with so he suggested that I try some of these website that arrange singles or ‘alternative’ types of holidays. I told him that I wasn’t sure what he meant so he offered to help me find something.

We both agreed that finding a holiday for a submissive exhibitionist with a body like mine would be a challenge but we also agreed that there must be holidays out there where people can be their true selves, it was just a case of finding them.

Getting Jack’s holiday sorted was easy, just 1 phone call to one of his mates, but both of us spent hours trawling the internet looking for something that would let me be my true self. It was Jack that found the post that would eventually become my second solo holiday, and one that would equal my first solo holiday, but in a different way.

It was an American couple who were spending a year in Europe and were hiring a small yacht for 3 weeks to cruise around the Greek islands and they were looking for a submissive young girl to be their ‘deck hand’ for the 3 weeks.

Well, when I read the post my mind went into overdrive and so did my pussy. It was obvious that for ‘deck hand’ you should read ‘sex slave’. After reading it for a second time I begged Jack to fuck me right then. He reminded me that it was him that decided when we had sex and he told me to bend over the table whilst he spanked my bottom for being so bold.

After about 50 swats he did fuck me, so hard that I got slight bruises where my upper thighs were rammed against the table.

Anyway, the next day Jack told me to reply to the post asking for more information.

Almost immediately I got a reply asking for details of my body and what I was looking to get out of the trip. Well my body details were easy but describing what I wanted out of the holiday was a bit more difficult. In the end Jack and I agreed on,

‘I am currently living with a man that dominates me and makes me do many things that your average girl would be horrified at, like going to the gym for a workout wearing nothing but an ultra short dress, or hosting a party where I am the only person naked.’

Within a day I got a reply saying,

‘My wife and I (Wren and Aryn) will be cruising the Greek islands for 3 weeks at the end of July and we are looking for a submissive young girl to do a lot of the work involved and to be our sex slave for the duration. If this sort of holiday appeals to you please send 5 nude photographs of yourself to the email address below.’

That was it, short and sweet, but, as Jack said, they didn’t want to give too much away to someone who may not be suitable for their needs.

That evening Jack scrolled through the thousands of nude images of me and selected 5 that he thought would meet the couple’s requirements. One of the photos was of me having a spreadie, held up by 2 young men, on my holiday in Ibiza. It is a high resolution photo and you can zoom in and see a lot of detail, including my juices kocaeli ucuz escort seeping out of me.

I sent them to the email address that evening.

The following day I got another email from Aryn,

‘Your body meets our requirements so I have attached a couple of photos on my wife and myself. If after seeing those photos you feel that you could submit to our sexual demands please reply sending us a doctor’s letter proving that you are free of any sexually transmitted diseases. At the start of July we will send you a similar letter and will expect another, similar letter from you. After we receive these I will send you our skype handle and a date and time when we can meet on skype and get to know a little about each other before the trip.

Also, please send me a list of red-lines that you are not prepared to cross.’

Jack and I studied the photos of Aryn and Wren just after he fucked me in bed that night and we both agreed that they looked okay, not ugly or fat, just a regular couple. Aryn looked to be a big man, but not a fat guy and Wren looked quite small next to Aryn.

“So could you let this guy fuck you Emily?” Jack asked.

“I could, but not without your permission Master.” I replied.

“Well slut, you have my permission, in fact I hope that he fucks you 5 times every one of those 21 days.”

The next day I visited a clinic and a few days later I received the test results and emailed a copy to Aryn and also attached a photo of Jack spanking my bare butt.

In the email I listed my red lines list of just 4 items: –

Drinking Piss.

Eating Shit.

Getting any type of physical damage that would not heal within a couple of days.

Getting Arrested.

The reply also gave me Aryn’s skype handle and a time to call him.

“Should I wear some clothes for the call?” I asked Jack.

“Certainly not. You cannot wear clothes in this apartment so you would suffer the consequences if you do.”

******

The appointed time arrived and I made the call. As soon as the video connection was made I saw that they were sat at a table and Wren was topless.

“Well hi there Emily, it’s good to see you at last. I’m assuming that you are naked and not just topless?”

“Yes Aryn, I am.”

“Emily, when we are alone or with Wren you will address us as Master and Mistress. You will only use Aryn and Wren when other people are around.”

“Yes Master.”

“Good, you will quickly realise that we are friendly people who wish you no harm providing that you do as we say.”

We talked for ages with me telling then a lot about me and my life with Jack. I learnt that Aryn is an ex Navy Seal who had inherited a lot of money and was out to enjoy life. Wren was his childhood sweetheart that he had married just before he qualified for the Seals.

I didn’t find out if Wren was bottomless as well as topless, but Aryn told me to climb onto the table, put my laptop between my legs and bring myself off for them. Obviously I did and they both appeared to like what they saw.

I was still sat on the table with them getting a great view of my dripping pussy when Aryn said that he wanted to talk to Jack. I called out his name and he came and stood beside me.

“Hi Jack,” Aryn said, “nice to meet you buddy. Thank you so much for lending Emily to us, I’m sure that she’ll provide a great service to us and really enjoy herself.”

They chatted for a while with me still sat there with my legs wide open.

The call ended with them reminding me to send them another certificate proving to them that I was disease free at the start of July, and Aryn telling me to email me my address

******

The day for my departure finally arrived and Jack woke me with his cock sliding in and out of me, he gave my body a full inspection and removed the odd hair that had decided to grow. Then, after breakfast I picked up my small clutch bag that contained everything that I would be taking, slipped on my heels, a very short summer dress and sandals; and Jack drove me to the airport to catch the scheduled flight to Athens. All I had with me was my passport, flight tickets, boarding card, phone and a small amount of money, GB pounds and Euros, one of my credit cards and a couple of personal items. Those were the only things that Aryn had told me that I would need.

I didn’t look out of place at Gatwick as there were hundreds of people going on their summer holidays and most of the girls were as scantily dressed as I was although I doubt that most of them were knickerless and braless like I was.

I had a window seat and by the time I got to it two men were sat in the seat between my seat and the aisle. Neither of them got up to let me in so I had to squeeze passed them. I did it facing them and my short dress rode up as it brushed against the backs of the seats in front. I’m not sure if they saw my slit or not.

Finally in my seat I looked down and darıca escort saw that my bald pubes were visible. I fastened the seat belt and put my hands on my lap covering my pubes. It wasn’t that I wanted to cover my pubes, it was 2 other things, firstly I didn’t want the cabin crew to see my bald pubes when they came round checking that all the belts were fastened, and secondly, the fingers on my right hand could play with my clit whilst the action was covered by my left hand.

The nearly 4 hour flight would have been boring if it hadn’t been for a few things, the fingers on my right hand were busy most of the time. Whenever I saw the man next to me looking at my bare legs I moved my hands away so that he could see my bald pubes, slit and clit.

The anticipation of what was ahead of me, and my fingers were causing my pussy to stain the seat that I was sat on to such an extent that after a couple of hours I had to go to the toilet to relieve the sexual tension that was in me and to clean and dry around my pussy and inner thighs.

The men still wouldn’t get up when I excused myself to get out to the aisle so this time I squeezed passed them with my butt to them and I made sure that my dress did ride up. They could not have missed seeing my bare butt that was virtually in their faces. I went to the toilets in the back of the plane so they did not see me approaching after I had taken care of my personal business and as I got back to the seat behind them I just caught the end of a conversation about my butt and my lack of knickers.

I smiled, stepped forward and asked them to excuse me again. Again they didn’t get up so I again squeezed passed them, this time with my front to them and I made damned sure that my dress rode up and there was no way that they could not have missed seeing my bare stomach, slit and protruding clit.

I sat down on the front edge of my seat and lay back knowing that my slit was still very visible to them.

After a few seconds I looked at them and saw that both of them were looking at my slit. I would have smiled at them but they wouldn’t have seen my face so I sat properly and put my hands on my lap again. Again letting the fingers of my right hand idly play with my clit.

As soon as the plane door opened in Athens I knew that I was going to have a great time, the heat rushed into the plane and when I got to the door and looked out and up it was a glorious day, blue sky and a temperature that England only saw about once a year – if we are lucky. The skirt part of my dress fluttered about in the slight breeze and I made no attempt to hold it down, not caring, but hoping, that a few people would see that I had nothing on under the dress.

No waiting at the luggage carousel for me and I walked straight through to the arrival hall where Aryn had told me they would be. It was easy to see him as his head was well above everyone else’s in there.

I smiled as I walked up to them, and as soon as I said hello Aryn bent over and his hands went down to the back of my thighs, slid up to my butt under my dress, and he lifted me up so that my face was in front of his. His fingers found my pussy as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist and it was only after a few seconds that I realised that my dress had ridden up and my whole bare butt was on display to everyone around us.

When Aryn finally put me down Wren hugged me as well, and again my dress rode up but only the bottom part of my butt was exposed.

As we walked out to the waiting taxi Aryn talked and I almost instantly felt comfortable and safe with him. Even though I am a karate black belt, no one in their right mind would argue with this gentle giant.

We got to the taxi and just as I was about to get into the back alongside Wren, Aryn said,

“Take your dress off Emily and give it to Wren, you won’t be needing that for 3 weeks.”

I did as I was told, much to the surprise of the few tourists that were walking by, and the driver who I saw smiling through one of the mirrors. I took my time getting in, watching Wren fold my dress and put in in her bag.

The drive took us almost an hour and all the time Aryn was talking to all 3 of us, asking all sorts of questions about all sorts of things, and he wasn’t shy about asking things like was I due to have my period in the next 3 weeks, or reminding me that anal wasn’t on my list of red lines so was I happy to take his cock up my ass.

Aryn asked me if I wanted a ‘safe’ word then told me that he would stop doing whatever it was that he was doing to me but only that. We could well be in the middle of the Mediterranean so we’d discuss the problem and get over it.

I replied saying that it was a good idea and he suggested ‘Priapus’.

“Isn’t that the Greek god with the humongous penis?” I replied.

“It’s not that big, wait until you see mine.” Aryn replied.

I looked to Wren, she was smiling and nodding her head. I turned to look at Aryn and he too was smiling.

“I’m glad that I do my kegel exercises.” I replied.

Aryn then cursed another motorist who had just cut us up then the conversation changed to crazy Greek drivers.

All the time the driver was listening to Aryn and the replies from both Wren and myself and I wondered if he understood English, and if he did, what must he be thinking.

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It was a frosty but calm Thursday evening in December; I was standing on an empty street in Exeter waiting for the bus. I’d had a good and active day, and I was in a calm and satisfied mood, not thinking about much (which is unusual for me). The trees lining the high street twinkled with the lights that made the night feel like Christmas. I was humming a charismas song that must have been playing in one of the many shops I had been in whilst I maxed out my credit card.

There was no bus around so I decided to walk up towards my home it wasn’t far but after contending with the late night shoppers my feet were killing me as I reached the bottom of blackboy road I stopped as my bags were getting heavy as I did the bus that would have taken me up the hill when flying past.

Across the road a light suddenly came on in a window, I looked at the window when inside the window I saw the powder blue of the wallpaper hanging on the wall there kocaeli escort was a picture on the wall but I should not make it out. As I was looking, a nice young girl came walking out from what I assumed would have been the bathroom. She was a reddish blonde, slim, with a friendly and outgoing face. She was carrying a towel in her hand, and she stopped in the middle of the room to wrap it around her wet hair. To my complete surprise she wasn’t wearing anything else.

From my viewpoint I could tell she was a genuine blonde, and she had very pretty breasts, she stood there in the middle of the living room with her hip swung in a smooth curve to one side, lit by a small lamp in front of her, and by a bigger lamp behind and to the left of her. Her long blonde hair looked a bit tricky to get all into the small towel, but she managed well, only frowning a little above her bright blue eyes that seemed to shine kocaeli rus escort in the light of her room.

I was affixed by this sight? Had she seen me and was this show just for me if it was I was enjoying it, the girl walked to what looked like a small wooden table close to the window, and looked at some papers lying there. As she took one of them, she noticed me looking at her. She smiled a little smile and gave a little wave with her hand. My heart jumped with fright and pleasure, but I smiled at her and gave her a wave. Suddenly the December air did not feel as cold as it did before.

The girl continued reading the letter or whatever it was and one hand seemed to make its way over to her bush as she read and she twirled a few strands of hair around, I was not sure if this was for my viewing pleasure or she had forgotten all about me but after a minute she went out izmit ucuz escort of my view. When she returned she had a light yellow dress, she lifted it high above her head, and slid it over her body over her delicate looking skin she continued to read and I could only see her silhouette which seemed to turn me on even more. She seemed to yawn, and went out of my view once again and the light went out. Then my bus arrived.

I got aboard, I was feeling so light headed, happy and dizzy with this vision of beauty riding through my head on the half-empty bus, I relaxed and began smiling to myself. The bus drove up the street, and I was home as I got off the bus I thanked the driver and he told me to take care.

I was really feeling good. The thoughts that were going through my head about this young innocent showing her body to me then it occurred to me that I was thinking was sexual excitement just from watching an innocent show at a window. Hell did I need a fuck considering how wet I was from this minor pleasure. So I just leaned back on my bed and relaxed as I held my vibrator against the wet patch in my knickers, and let my spirit slowly lift up until the events I had just witnessed were mere echo’s of the night as I was a wash with orgasm after orgasm.
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THE MORNING AFTER

I awoke early the next morning before the alarm and stared at the ceiling fan turning slowly above my bed. Images from yesterday kept playing in my head like a highlight reel from Danica’s Craziest Day Ever. Between being a naked stage prop, the humiliating return to Marketing, my confrontation with Stephanie, Barbara’s quid pro quo, and my nude walk home, my emotions felt like they’d been taken for a dizzying ride on a Tilt-A-Whirl.

But with everything that had happened yesterday my thoughts kept returning to the moment when Barbara leaned in and gave me that long, slow, wet kiss. How was it possible that the person responsible for putting me through all of that could make me want her so badly? Maybe the whole point of having me run that gauntlet yesterday was to allow her to toss me a lifeline in the form of a glass of wine, honest conversation, and a kiss. By stacking one humiliation on top of another she was psychologically tearing me down in order to turn a cell that was nothing more than tape on the floor into an inescapable prison with her serving as both my captor and savior. I knew that it was a total mind fuck but I was afraid it was working.

Anna continued sleeping next to me and the warmth of her body and the rhythmic sound of her breathing made me feel even guiltier about my desire for Barbara. Last night I’d told Anna about everything except my conversation with Barbara and the kiss. I couldn’t. It’s not just that I was afraid that confessing my feelings for Barbara would hurt Anna, I also didn’t want to reveal her plans for me. For some reason I felt like this should remain a secret between just the two of us. Perhaps a part of me wanted to see how all of this would eventually play out and telling Anna might alter things.

The sound of the alarm jolted me out of my thoughts and I reached over to shut it off. “Hey,” Anna said sleepily as she laid her head on my chest.

“Hey,” I repeated back to her as I kissed her forehead and began stroking her hair. We laid together like that for several minutes before we reluctantly got out of bed to get ready for work.

Preparing for work is a breeze for a mailgirl. In my case all I had to do was go to the bathroom, brush my teeth, run a brush through my hair and I was ready to go. Showering, shaving, and applying makeup would all take place at work. Anna had the additional step of putting on her dress and sandals. We each had a quick bowl of cereal, a banana, and a glass of juice then headed out the door.

If anything, the nude walk to DDE headquarters was even more embarrassing than the one coming home last night. This time there were other people from the condos also making the short walk to work so we weren’t alone on the sidewalk. I followed a step behind Anna with my eyes lowered continuing to play my submissive role. Anna was also playing her role and when a man asked why I was nude she told him, “Because she’s my slave girl and I won’t let her wear any clothes.”

Since winning her independence from her domineering mother Anna was having the time of her life. She loved being a mailgirl, loved the nudity, loved the condo, and loved being with me. Life was an exciting adventure for her and after being sheltered for so long by her mother she was eager to explore every aspect of it. Playing the role of my master was great fun as far as she was concerned even if it was only for the few minutes it took to walk to and from work. Inside the condo last night we’d both dropped the role playing and went back to just being Danica and Anna.

Other DDE employees were also arriving to work as we entered at the main employee entrance. Anna flashed her ID badge at the wide eyed security guard, a different one than the guy on duty last night. I spotted Donna Haverly across the lobby as she was scurrying towards us.

“Nine, you need to follow me,” Donna said brusquely. “One, you can head to the tower and start your normal mailgirl shift.” She didn’t say what this was about but I assumed it had something to do with the new Mailgirls locker room, the latest humiliation that Barbara had lined up for me today. A knot began to grow in my stomach.

Donna led me to one of the elevators where other employees were also waiting. When the door opened and they entered, I hesitated. “Get in, Nine,” Donna ordered. “There’s no damn way I’m climbing five flights of stairs.” I entered the crowded elevator.

No one said anything as the elevator began to climb, but a couple of women began snickering and I could sense eyes roaming over my body. The elevator stopped on each floor to let people off. By the time we reached the fifth floor there was only one other guy left and he exited in front of us and disappeared into a nearby office.

I followed Donna past the main entrance to the large room where the game “Gangsta,” was produced until we reached a door leading into a service corridor. We walked to the end of the empty corridor and then entered another door. Inside it I found myself in the new Mailgirls locker room.

This is huge, I thought escort izmit to myself as I looked around. Obviously it was much larger than our little makeshift locker room in the tower, but it was also larger than even Hiromoto’s locker room in Tokyo. This side of the room held six enclosed toilet stalls, a row of thirty lockers with a bench in front, and a long counter on the wall opposite the lockers with multiple sinks for washing up and applying makeup. On the other end of the room were wall shelves holding dozens of clean, folded white towels and a shower area featuring a dozen shower heads. The feature that really captured my eye, though, was the mirror. It ran nearly the full length of the room and provided a full view of the lockers, sinks, and showers. I assumed it was a two way mirror and wondered if there were already people on the other side staring in.

Donna was winded from just the walk here so the heavyset woman plopped herself down on the locker bench, took out her smart phone and began scrolling through it. I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do so I asked, “Is there something I should be doing, ma’am?”

“Not yet,” she replied. “We’ve got a few minutes to kill before the ceremony.” Donna had the deep, raspy voice of a long-time smoker and to confirm that suspicion she reached into her jacket pocket, pulled out a stick of nicotine gum, unwrapped it and popped it into her mouth. Then she crumpled up the wrapper and tossed it towards a trash can, missing it by a mile. She was either trying to quit smoking or just trying to make it through the day in DDE’s non-smoking environment until she could light one up.

“The ceremony, ma’am?” I asked,

“Barbara’s going to say a few words then they’re going to pull the tarp off the wall so the Gangsta employees can see in. Then you do your thing.”

“My thing, ma’am?”

“Jump in the shower, shave, do whatever else you do to get ready for your shift. Put on a little show.”

This was going to be awful. “I don’t have my stuff with me here, ma’am.”

“They’re in your locker.”

The lockers were numbered from one to thirty so I walked down to locker #9 and opened it. Inside I found my shower kit, makeup kit, the MMU that would be strapped to my arm, and a black felt tip pen. I closed the locker and took a deep breath to try to calm myself. “May I take a seat on the bench while we wait, ma’am?”

“I don’t give a shit,” Donna replied, her face still buried in her phone. The woman was a real charmer.

I sat down, closed my eyes and tried to take my mind off of what lay ahead of me. I decided to try to figure out why Barbara had hired Donna to help her manage the Mailgirls program. In the short time I’d been around her I could tell she was obviously no ideological warrior intent on helping Barbara achieve her dream of societal change. Maybe that’s exactly why she was hired. Someone like that might question or even challenge Barbara’s methods in achieving her goals. Donna was just here for a paycheck. She was a foot soldier who would do whatever the hell Barbara told her to do. And Donna’s looks and gruff demeanor insured that Barbara would remain the face, voice, and brains behind the Mailgirls program at DDE.

I felt pleased by that analysis and thought it helped me gain a little more insight into Barbara’s thinking. I was no Psych major but I’d decided that it would be useful to try to figure out what made her tick and see if I could find a way to use it to my advantage.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Donna’s phone ringing. “Yeah. Yeah. Okay.” That was all she said before hanging up. “Barbara’s outside now getting ready to say a few words. When she’s done they’ll pull the tarp off the wall outside and you can start. I’ll let you know when that happens.” She stood up now and walked back toward the door we’d entered from. “Come over here,” she said. “Get out of sight of the mirror until it’s time.”

I walked over toward Donna, my anxiety rising with each step. Barbara was hitting me with humiliations in waves now and I wondered if she would follow this with some more wine and conversation in her office at the end of the day to help soothe my nerves and bond us together. Or she could just as easily gag me, whip me, and throw me into her closet. Who could predict with her?

Through the wall now I could hear Barbara’s muffled voice speaking along with the sounds of laughter and cheering by the crowd gathered there. I couldn’t quite make out what she was saying but I’m sure it was some inspirational speech about how the Gangsta team had earned their very own Mailgirls locker room to gawk into and watch women undressing and showering. Just a little reward for turning out a game that was a massive international hit.

Finally there was a loud cheer and moments later Donna’s phone buzzed. She looked at it, then turned to me.

“That’s it,” she said. “You’re on. It’s showtime.”

SHOWTIME

I froze, unable to move. I was being asked to take a shower and shave my most kocaeli evi olan escort intimate area in front of my fellow DDE employees and I didn’t know if I could do it. How many people were out there watching behind that mirror? A couple of dozen? A couple of hundred? I had no idea. What finally got me moving was Donna’s hand on the small of my back and a shove.

I stumbled out in front of the mirror and as I walked tentatively toward my locker I could hear the muffled sound of whistles and cheering on the other side of it. I opened the locker and stared into it, then closed my eyes and took a couple of deep breaths to calm down. This isn’t real, I told myself. You’re just an actress playing the role of Mailgirl Nine. This isn’t really you doing this so just play the part as it’s been written for you. I wish I could say this worked and that I disappeared into the role, but as I retrieved my shower items and closed the locker I knew that it hadn’t. I was still me and this all still seemed very, very real.

In the shower as I adjusted the water temperature and prepared to step in, a thought occurred to me that finally did help though. It was something that Barbara told me yesterday. Someday time will erase everything that happens here today, so why live life in half measures? For the first time I think I really understood what she was saying. This was going to happen right now regardless of whether I did it full of angst and embarrassment or simply allowed myself to live for the moment and enjoy something I’d never forget. Either way time would eventually bury this place beneath the barren sands so why not surrender myself to whatever emotions flowed naturally through me without assigning guilt or shame to them? If I’m really a submissive and an exhibitionist then why not revel in that instead of constantly fighting to suppress feelings that could give me pleasure?

The moment I gave myself permission to be who I am my anxiety melted away. If they want a show then, fuck it, I’ll give them a show.

I stepped beneath the shower stream and felt the warm water cascade over me. I poured shampoo into my palm and worked it into my hair, then took a step toward the mirror, closed my eyes and slowly massaged it deep into my scalp with both hands. After my hair was saturated with the shampoo I turned around, lowered my head beneath the water, placed both hands against the wall and bent forward to let the suds stream down my back and swirl down the drain beneath my feet.

Next I poured body soap into my palms and began rubbing it into my skin. I lingered for awhile on my breasts, kneading them, lifting them up beneath each hand, teasing each nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I worked the soap into every crack and crevice, turning slowly to allow my audience to view my wet, soapy body from every angle. By surrendering myself completely to the moment my shower had become a very sensual experience for me and I allowed my arousal to grow without attempting to suppress it.

Next came the part of my daily shower ritual I’d been dreading most, but I wouldn’t allow even this to make me feel shame. There was no place to sit in the shower other than the floor so I squatted down, spread my legs, and leaned back against the wall. My vagina was in full view of the mirror now as I applied the shaving cream and picked up the razor. Slowly, carefully I shaved around the vulva. When I’d finished I rinsed off the remaining shaving cream, then picked up another bottle and drizzled baby oil over my pubic area.

I rubbed the oil into the skin and my body jerked as my fingers brushed over my clit. I let out a moan when it happened a second time. I allowed this to happen several more times and briefly considered masturbating to an orgasm right there in front of my audience, but I wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.

When I’d finished I stood up, rinsed my body one final time and turned off the water. As I stepped out of the shower I could see Donna on the other side of the room staring at me wide-eyed and slack-jawed and I had to suppress a smile. Then I turned to look at myself in the mirror. The image looking back at me was of a stunningly beautiful nude woman radiating sexuality. It was the same image I knew the people on the other side were seeing. It’s what I wanted them to see. I wanted them to see everything.

I continued my show. I toweled myself off, then blow dried and brushed my hair and applied my makeup. I did this in the sink area right in front of the mirror giving my audience an intimate and close up view. When I’d finished I looked directly into the mirror and smiled, then turned and walked away.

“Can you apply the numbers for me, ma’am?” I asked Donna.

“Um, yeah,” she replied still looking dumbfounded at what she’d just seen. Before she could move, though, the door opened and Barbara entered the room.

“You can head back to the tower, Donna,” she said to her. “I’ll take over.” Donna left the room without a word leaving Barbara izmit rus escort and I alone together and I wondered if I was in trouble. One look into her face revealed the answer. She was ecstatic.

Barbara smiled and shook her head. “You know I was foolish to think I could ever reduce you to being just another mailgirl. No matter what number I assign you or what I say or do you’ll always be a star. You’re my star.”

I smiled, then lowered my eyes humbly to the floor. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“Follow me, Nine,” Barbara ordered returning to her businesslike demeanor. She walked past me and I fell in behind her. We walked past the shower area, then through a second exit door that led directly into the large room where Gangsta was produced. As we entered the room I was able to glance into the window to the locker room confirming what I already knew. Everything in the room, including the shower area, could be easily seen from this side.

My audience had returned to their desks and cubicles after my show had ended, but as Barbara led me through the middle of the room all eyes were drawn to me once again. I’d been here before in my earlier role with the company, but never like this. I was completely naked without even numbers on my skin or an MMU strapped to my arm. This room had produced hundreds of millions of dollars for DumpsterDawg Enterprises over the years and now I was their reward.

As I followed one step behind Barbara with my eyes lowered I was reminded of what she’d told me her endgame was for me. It no longer seemed far fetched at all. She was showing me off right now to all of these people as her nude submissive, and if she could make this moment happen here was it really that crazy to believe that she couldn’t also make it happen in the world out beyond these walls? And as I followed her I realized that I wanted it to happen. The months of public nudity, the whipping, the wave after wave of humiliations over the past two days, and the brief moments of kindness and honesty she’d shown me had all worked together to wear down my defenses. I knew now that I wanted the future that she was offering me. I wanted to be hers, for her to possess me.

Barbara continued to lead me through the large open room until we reached the door to an office on the other side. She opened the door and turned to me.

“There are a couple of gentlemen in here who would like to talk to you. They want to put you into the game.”

REN AND STIMPY

“She’s all yours,” Barbara said to the two men in the cluttered office. Then she stepped out and closed the door behind her leaving me alone with them. They both stared at me in wide-eyed wonder like children seeing a leprechaun riding a unicorn. Finally one of them jumped up and offered me a chair to sit in.

“I’m afraid I’m not allowed to sit on office furniture, sir,” I replied. “I can kneel on the floor if you like.”

“Um, yeah. Sure. That’d be cool.” The man speaking to me was a large, thick man with a mop of untamed brown hair on his head and a thick, scraggly beard. He wore olive colored cargo pants, an untucked Aloha shirt, and ankle high leather boots. The other man was thin and wiry with matching dark brown stubble on both his head and face. He wore blue jeans, white sneakers, and an untucked faded polo shirt. I assumed they were both managers of some sort even though neither one of them dressed even remotely like any of the managers in the tower. The running joke in marketing when I’d worked there was that you could tell who the managers were in the north wing because they had mustard stains on collared shirts instead of t-shirts.

I found a spot in the middle of the office and kneeled down as both men continued to gape at me. “Holy shit!” the large man laughed. “Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine I’d have a smoking hot naked woman kneeling on my floor!”

“That’s been in pretty much all of my wildest dreams,” the thin man replied.

They both continued to stare for a few moments before the large man snapped out of it. “I’m sorry, my name is Stan and this is Lenny,” he said pointing to the thin man. “We’re both production managers for ‘Gangsta.’ Everyone calls us Ren and Stimpy, though.” He paused for a moment as if expecting a reaction from me. When I didn’t respond he added, “You know, like the cartoon characters.”

I shook my head. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with them, sir.” His face fell slightly when I didn’t recognize his cultural reference.

“Um, that’s cool. You can call me Stimpy and him Ren, though, if you want.”

“I’m only allowed to refer to each of you as ‘sir.'”

“Yeah, weren’t you paying any attention at the meeting yesterday, dumbass?” the skinny guy called Ren said.

“Dude, I didn’t hear a single thing Barbara Anderson said after this girl got up on the stage.”

“We’re supposed to call her ‘Nine.’ I can’t believe Barbara finally let us have her.”

“Yeah, we have to call her by a number,” Stimpy said. “That’s some crazy shit.” Then he turned his attention back to me. “Barbara came to us a few months ago to see if we could do something with mailgirls in the game but we weren’t really that interested. I mean the nudity thing is awesome but there’s not a lot of game play in delivering mail. Maybe we can throw in a few obstacles to dodge and avoid guys trying to grab your ass as you try to meet your deadline, but that’s about it.”