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Steve came home from a sociology class to a general uproar Friday afternoon.

“Have you heard about it?” Justin said as Steve put down his backpack.

“What? Did someone run us out of milk again?” Steve joked.

“Just read this,” Anthony ordered. “Read it off my screen.”

The email had been sent anonymously, but specifically to the guys that shared the house- Steve, Anthony, Gabe, Justin, and Dieter. Steve read with mounting astonishment.

—-

You guys have really gotten our attention. We’re a group of five girls that share a house and we’re students like you. We’ve had kind of a frustrating time fitting in- we’ve each tried sororities and just didn’t like all the drama. We’d like to get to know you. We all met on a photo shoot at the University where one of us is a photographer. We have a problem though. We’ve all had painful experiences with boyfriends. We’d like to stay in control of our relationships, for a little while anyway. So we’ve done quite a bit of research on you five. Truthfully, we’ve been stalking you. We hope you’ll forgive us. We really like what we see. You’re nice guys, you don’t drink too much, you’re all fantastically cute and you do really nice things for people. We want to appreciate you one by one just for being nice guys and we think you’re all going to love this. Maybe we’ll end up being friends- we think you’ll like us too.

We’re going to keep our names to ourselves for now. The girl we’ll call “Monday” has chosen Steve to appreciate. She has observed him, for example, helping people with computer problems at the senior center, he helped a woman pick up her groceries when the bag ripped, and she saw him give back some extra change that a cashier had given him by mistake.

Here’s how it’s going to work. All five of you need to go down in your basement on Monday night at 9:00. I don’t know if you know that it used to be a darkroom, and it is very well light proofed. Set up nine chairs- four on one side of the room for you boys and four on the other side of the room for us. Steve will need a chair in the middle. Make sure there isn’t anything to trip on, and make sure the film closet is accessible and free of obstacles. Injuries will put a damper on our game. We want it absolutely dark. Close the door, turn out the lights and wait in the dark for us.

Steve, I hope you’ll be okay with a very intimate thank you. If not, put a can of pest repellent outside your front door and you won’t hear from any of us again. We hope you’ll accept though, because Monday is really looking forward to this. She has some delicious surprises planned for you, and honestly, she’s hot, she’s smart, and you’d be a fool to pass her up.

We will all be in the room while Monday appreciates Steve, but it’s unlikely that we’ll say much. You will be free to talk, of course. Please let me emphasize that if we feel threatened in any way or if you turn on the lights or otherwise try to identify us, you won’t hear from us again. You won’t try that though.

Love,

Thursday, for Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Friday

—-

“Shit.” was all Steve could think to say.

“You’re going to do it, right? I think you should do it.” said Dieter. “I’m a nice guy too. I want to be appreciated.”

“What if they’re all ugly, ” said Gabe. “What if they’re fat or they have issues?”

“Well,” said Justin thoughtfully, “it’s going to be dark, so I don’t think how ‘Monday’ looks is going to be an issue for me. She’s probably just going to kiss me or something. Just so long as she doesn’t have bad breath.”

“I like voluptuous women anyway,” said Dieter. “You should do it.”

A lively discussion followed, and the guys decided they could handle any eventuality (What if it’s actually guys? What if they try to rob the house?)

“And Steve,” Anthony added, “you need to tell us exactly what’s happening.”

“What? No!” Steve said, laughing. You’ll all get your turns.

“And if you tell us what’s going on,” Gabe said, “then we’ll have to do the same thing for you when it’s our turn.”

Steve thought about having to sit in the dark four more evenings, not being able to tell what was happening. “Okay. I’ll tell you what’s going on, but I reserve the right to keep things to myself if I think Monday is getting skittish.”

“Agreed.”

Justin said, “My video camera has a night mode. You think we should try to record this?”

“I don’t think so,” Anthony said, “If the girls bring a night vision camera, they’ll know we’re cheating and they’ll evaporate. I’m willing to do this one exactly the way izmit escort bayan they say to. Just please keep us up on the details, Steve. We’re going to be dying in there.”

After dinner on Monday, Steve took a shower, and shaved. He didn’t know what he was preparing for. What does a guy wear to get “appreciated”, whatever that meant? Since it would be dark, so he settled on a t-shirt and shorts and flip flops. It tended to get warm in the basement.

At nine o’clock sharp, the guys took their places, Anthony, Gabe, Justin, and Dieter in the chairs on the side of the room furthest from the door and Steve in the chair in the middle. They turned out the light.

“Shit, it really is dark in here,” Justin said, “I was kind of hoping there would be at least a little light.”

Suddenly, they heard a woman laugh upstairs and she was joined by the others. The guys were straining to hear any clue about the girls.

“Looks like Monday’s not a pest!”

“Shut up, Wednesday, I’m nervous enough as it is.”

“That’s her,” said Dieter, “that one’s your Monday, Steve.”

Steve just took an enormous breath and let it out shakily. He had a pretty respectable hard-on in spite of his nerves, and he really didn’t know if it was going to make things worse or better.

The girls were in the door. There was a slight shift in the way the air felt as five more people entered the dark room.

One of the girls said, “Hi guys, can you tell us where the chairs are so we don’t fall down?”

All of the guys started talking at once. The girls laughed, but managed to find their chairs with only one banged shin.

Steve cleared his throat, “Monday? I’m over here. Can you follow my voice?”

A few light steps came directly to him, and he heard one of the other girls whisper from the wall, “What a sweetie!”

Steve could hear Monday breathing as she paused for a few moments. She set a small bag on the floor next to the chair, then he felt her hand bump into his shoulder. He tried to imagine what she would look like, but all he had was the feeling of her hand running across his neck and over to his other shoulder as she slowly walked around him, getting a feel for where he was.

“What’s going on?” Anthony hissed. “You said you’d tell us.”

“H-hold on a second.” Steve said. “Monday, put your ear by my mouth, I want to ask you something.”

He felt the girl bend down, her hair just touching his face. “We have a deal that we’re each going to tell the other guys what’s happening- if that’s okay with you.”

She thought for a moment, then whispered a barely audible “Yes.”

“Okay, guys, uh, she pretty much just touched my shoulder, so calm down… and her hair smells fantastic.”

There were some giggles and whispering from the girls’ side of the room. They clearly hadn’t thought of this plan, and it made things a little more daring for them.

“She’s running her hands through my hair now, over my face, down my… whoops.”

“What? What’s she doing?”

“She just sat down on my lap. She’s facing me and she has her hands on my chest. She hardly seems to weigh anything at all.”

Dieter said a mild “Damn. They’re probably all skinny” from the darkness.

Steve felt her hands run down his arms and take his hands.

“That was Dieter,” Steve said, “he prefers to have his hands, uh, full.”

Monday was raising Steve’s hands, and put them on her shoulders. She was wearing the softest, thinnest angora sweater he had ever felt. She let go of his right hand and put her hand back on his shoulder and moved his hand and her hand at the same time. He got the idea that he was supposed to mimic her.

“I think she wants me to copy what she’s doing. My hands are on her shoulders and she’s wearing a really soft sweater.”

Monday’s hands travelled up to Steve’s neck and tickled him out to the point of his chin. He copied her every move, feeling the heat from her skin on his fingertips. He followed her up her cheekbones, into her hair, which was straight and very soft and seemed to be very long. Steve imagined Monday’s blond hair and he took a deep breath, hoping to breathe its scent again. Monday leaned forward, her hair touching Steve’s face, and ran her hands slowly down his sides. Her waist felt thin and muscular to him and he was surprised to feel a couple of inches of bare skin between the sweater and what turned out to be a very short skirt. She was “showing” him exactly what she wanted, her hands resting on Steve’s thighs. Suddenly her hands were gone and Steve was kocaeli abal yapan escort worried for a moment that this was all that would happen, then a fingertip touched his lips and tapped them a couple of times.

“Dude.” one of the guys groaned in suspense. Steve realized that he had forgotten to tell the guys what was happening- and that Monday wanted him to.

“We just ran our hands up over each other’s faces and down our sides and right now my hands are resting on her thighs. She shows me what she wants me to touch by touching me in the same way.”

A couple more taps on his lips told Steve that he needed to elaborate.

“Uh, she has an amazing waist- strong and thin and there’s a space between her sweater and the top of her skirt where I could feel her skin- It’s a very thin material- I think it’s silk. She’s warm and smooth and I love the smell of her hair and she seems to be breathing a little faster…”

Steve stopped when Monday’s finger touched his lips gently again. Then he felt her hands high up on his shoulders, then she dragged them lightly straight down his chest and rested one of her palms on each of his nipples.

“Seriously?” Steve breathed, and he got an impatient wiggle from Monday. He traced from Monday’s shoulders to her breasts, and he only stopped when he felt her nipples pressing through the sweater to meet his palms. Steve felt a jolt through his dick when he realized she wasn’t wearing anything under the sweater. She arched her back and pressed her soft flesh into his hands. She caressed his chest the way she wanted to be caressed and he copied her, running his thumbs gently over her nipples, pinching them just how she showed him, and finally pushing them together. She brought her hands down to his belly and stroked him with one hand. He felt a finger tap his lips.

“Monday’s been teaching me how to play with her breasts. She’s still wearing the sweater, but nothing underneath. She feels fantastic. She likes it when I run my thumbs over her nipples and pinch them a little. Her breasts are just the size of my hand. Her nipples are hard and I especially like the feel of them on my palms.”

One of the girls in the dark said. “Lucky girl.”

“I have my hand on her stomach. She’s starting to breathe harder. She likes it when I tell you what’s happening.”

Monday’s hands slipped under Steve’s shirt and started to move up over the muscles of his stomach. Suddenly he felt another tap on his lips. He had stopped speaking.

“Monday is running her hands up my stomach… now she’s circling my nipples with her fingernails… she pulled my shirt off completely… Now she’s… Oh shit. Shit. She’s licking my nipples- all over my chest, she has her hands in my hair and she’s kissing me all over my chest. That feels incredible.”

When Monday tapped Steve’s lips, he stopped talking and mimicked her, putting his hands under her sweater. When he started circling her nipples, she allowed herself a little whine of pleasure. It sounded like she was biting her lip to keep from making more noise. He lifted the sweater over her head and dropped it to the floor. Then he buried his hands in her silky hair and bent down and kissed her gently between her breasts. He kissed again and again, finally licking her left nipple with a long, slow stroke of his tongue that brought an involuntary squeal out of her mouth. He licked her right nipple with the same long stroke and drew another squeal.

One of the girls muttered, “I thought she was supposed to be showing him the appreciation.”

Monday let Steve pleasure her for a few moments struggling to stay quiet, then she suddenly placed her hands against Steve’s head and gently pushed him away. She stood up and took a few steps to his side and put his hands on her hips so he could feel her panties as she pulled them off. Then she kneeled in front of him and tugged at his shorts until he got the idea and helped her get them off along with his boxers.

“She just let me feel her take her panties off, but she’s still wearing the skirt. It feels great on her body. She took off my pants and my boxers. She’s…” Steve broke off and inhaled sharply.

“What? What’s she doing?”

“She’s trailing her hair across my… my…” Steve’s eyes rolled up in the blackness. The sensation of the fine, smooth hair slipping all over his hard-on was incredible. He tried to tell them, “…her hair is on my…” but the word wouldn’t form on his tongue.

Monday shot up to his ear and whispered, “Your cock. My izmit evi olan escort hair is trailing all over your cock.” Steve’s hair stood on end and his cock zinged with the word coming out of her mouth.

Everyone heard it. “Damn, girl” one of the girls moaned in admiration “Sounds like that handjob and nothing else plan is out the window.” There were sighs of frustration from the guys.

Then, with no warning, Steve felt his cock completely enveloped by Monday’s mouth. He let out a strangled cry and curled his fingers into her hair. “Can’t take it. You have to stop or I’m going to…”

And to his surprise, she did stop, but she finished his sentence, “…or you’re going to come on my hair.” Then she gave him one long lick on the head of his cock like he had done to her nipples He moaned and she giggled. She stood up and sat on his knees and scooted up until until the little bit of hair she had between her legs was tickling the base of Steve’s erection. Monday grabbed Steve’s cock with her hand and rubbed it against her pussy lips. Then she touched Steve’s lips with her finger.

“You expect me to talk after that? Monday just sucked my whole cock into her mouth and almost made me come, uh, in her hair and now she’s sitting on my lap again, rubbing my cock against her… her…”

Monday leaned up by his ear again and whispered, “My pussy. I’m rubbing your cock against my pussy.”

“…her pussy.” And then Steve touched Monday’s head with his hand and whispered so only she could hear. “You want this, right?” Monday nodded and he could feel it. Then she kissed him hard on the lips, her hair falling across both their faces. While their lips were still locked, she raised up and impaled herself on Steve’s cock.

She sat still and breathed hard, then she started to rock forwards and backwards very slowly. Monday pinched one of Steve’s nipples and he took the hint and raised his hands to her breasts and started kneading them slowly. Every time he pinched her nipples, she rewarded him with a firm squeeze from her pussy. As their rhythm picked up, Monday hit Steve’s shoulder with her fist. It didn’t hurt, but it surprised him and he jerked involuntarily. Monday hissed. This was what she was looking for. She pounded again and Steve responded again with a thrust. Soon Monday was pounding his shoulder and he was pounding her pussy back.

Monday was losing control of her moans and started whispering desperately in Steve’s ear. “Yesyesyes You’re… making… my… pussy… feel… so… fucking… gooooood… Keep on doing that. YES!” Then she shocked Steve with a breathless request. “Mark me.” It was so quiet, he knew the others didn’t hear. “Mark me please. I want you to mark me.”

Steve leaned up to Monday’s naked right shoulder, just below the bottom of her neck and bit gently. Their movements slowed a little, but became more intense.

“Yesss. That’s it. Harder.” Monday squeezed hard with her pussy.

Steve’s teeth dug in a little deeper and Monday’s hands flew to his head and clenched fists full of hair.

“HARDER!” and Steve bit down in surprise. Monday screamed and climaxed just a fraction of a second before he did. Monday’s breaths were coming in grunts as she rode the crest of her orgasm and Steve came with her in shuddering thrusts.

As their breathing slowed Monday slumped against Steve’s chest, still squeezing his cock with her pussy every few seconds, Steve became aware of clipped cries and rustlings from both sides of the room. He hadn’t narrated that last part. He was glad he hadn’t needed to.

While the sounds around them died down, Monday whispered, still a little breathlessly, in his ear, “I get to talk to you alone for a little bit. Take me to the film closet.”

They went a few steps to the closet and closed the door.

Monday started, still whispering, “I’m not allowed to tell you my name yet- the others made me promise. I’m not allowed to give you anything and I’m not allowed to take anything from you.”

“That’s why you wanted a mark?” Steve ventured.

“Mmm. Smart men make me hot. Yes.”

“Did I hurt you?”

“I don’t think you even broke the skin. I loved it. Here. I’m only bending the rules a little if I give you this…”

Steve heard Monday feeling for something in her bag. She took his left arm and felt a chilly spray on his wrist. The closet filled with the scent Monday had put in her hair.

“Tonight has been in appreciation to you, for being a very, very nice guy. I have to tell you though, you made me feel profoundly appreciated too. I’m going to go with the girls now. I’ll be here again for Tuesday. Sit furthest from the door.”

With that, and a kiss on the lips in the absolute dark, Monday left the closet, collected her clothes, and left the darkroom with the other girls. The guys waited, caught up in their own thoughts for five minutes or so, to allow the girls to guard their identities, and turned on the lights.

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Daryl smiled at the text he had just gotten from his sweetie Sevyn as sat on his couch sipping on some Capt Morgan and Diet Dr. Pepper. It was a late Saturday morning and when he had gotten up, Sevyn wasn’t there. He looked outside and didn’t see her car so he was curious as to where she was. He wasn’t worried though. Sevyn was pretty adventurous and liked to set up little games for them. He could only conclude that this was the case.

Daryl had never met such a vivacious woman and he never felt more alive. Their sex life was off the hinges and he never wanted things to change. Sevyn had introduced him to so many things and he had learned so much about himself. Daryl felt like the sky was the limit for them.

He read the cryptic text again. It said:

“Hi sweetie. I stepped out to get a few things for our next adventure. I will probably be gone most of the day. Enjoy your time to yourself and I’ll text you later with your instructions. *giggle* Sleep tight. XOXO Sevyn.”

He wondered what the little sexpot had in store for him. The episode at the hotel where she worked was still very fresh in his mind. Wow, that was so freakin great, he thought. His dick began to raise up as he thought of how he skull-fucked his little plaything before plowing her sweet tight pussy into submission. Daryl squirmed in his seat as he adjusted himself and fought off the cum building in his heavy balls.

That encounter was a little over two weeks ago. He had been travelling a bit for work and had only gotten home early last night. Sevyn came home a bit later and he was knocked out. As horny and game as he was to see Sevyn, he was just that tired also. Sevyn had left him to rest and just slid in bed beside him. As she lay there with him, she got the idea for their next adventure.

Later on that day, he got another text from Sevyn. It read:

“Okay baby, drive out to Great Falls on the Virginia side and park at the scenic overlook spot there. Be there by 6pm. XOXO Sevyn.”

“That’s all?” Daryl said to himself out loud after reading the text.

He looked at his watch then made himself another drink from his Capt Morgan. It had been a very nice day and it was now early evening. Daryl had been to Great Falls only once but he remembered the way there and it was not that long of a drive. He decided to drop the top on his BMW while he drove. An idea came to him and he grabbed a bottle of wine, some fruit, and some cheese from the refrigerator. He also made a couple of deli sandwiches and put everything in a picnic basket. After grabbing a blanket and his drink, he took off for Great Falls.

Daryl arrived at the park a little before 6. To his surprise, the gate was still open but no one was in the booth. It was just starting to get dark.

“Hmm.” he said as he drove through and found the overlook.

The falls were beautiful, especially at night. The sky was clear and Daryl knew the stars would be out later. It would’ve been a perfect night for him and Sevyn to just chill there in the car, talk and listen to some Marvin Gaye. He looked at his drink in the to-go cup and took a swig. Then he put in his Marvin Gaye Greatest Hits CD. His top was down and his mood was mellow as “Sexual Healing” crooned from his speakers. He opened his cellphone and pulled up a video Sevyn had made of herself masturbating one night while he was on the road. He watched her play in her hungry pussy. She was sooo very sexy and her pussy was sopping wet and ready.

“Mmmmm. Yummy.” he said to himself as he leaned the seat back. He pulled out his stiffening dick and began to stroke himself as he watched the video. His eyes closed as he beat his dick and got lost in the fantasy.

TAP, TAP, TAP.

Daryl was startled from his dream by someone at the side of his car. He sat up and looked at his exposed dick and he hurriedly put it away. He stared stupidly into the light being flashed in his face.

“Hello Sir.” came a voice behind the flashlight. “Do you want to tell me what you are doing here? This park is closed.”

Daryl looked again as the light went away from his face so that he could see who was talking to him. He saw what appeared to be a young female police officer wearing sunglasses and holding the flashlight. He still wasn’t comprehending what was happening.

“Sir, I asked you a question.” the officer said then she peered at the to-go cup in the console between the seats. “License and registration, please.”

Daryl shook izmit escort his head and said “Yes officer. Give me a minute.” He reached into the glove box for his paperwork.

The officer watched him for a couple of minutes then she again looked at the cup in the console between the seats.

“What’s in the cup?” she asked.

Daryl, now fully alert, looked nervously at the to-go cup with the rum and Dr. Pepper in it. The officer again shined the flashlight in Daryl’s face and she leaned in close to him, trying to get a whiff of his breath.

“Sir, have you been drinking?” she asked and Daryl had a deer-in-the-headlights look on his face. “You need to get out of the vehicle right NOW.” the officer commanded.

Daryl looked down at himself. As great as this day had been, he never thought he’d get locked up on a DWI charge. And where was Sevyn??? She should’ve been here by now.

“Right now sir. Get out of the vehicle.” the officer said again.

Daryl sadly opened his car door and weakly stepped out. The diminutive officer stood in front of him and shined the light up in his face. She then put the flashlight away and roughly turned Daryl around.

“Place your hands on the car. Spread your legs.” she ordered as she kicked his ankles to make him open his legs wider.

“Are you carrying any weapons like knives or needles in your pockets sir?” the officer asked. “Because I have to frisk you and I will not be happy if I get cut or stabbed.”

“No ma’am, I’m not.” a frightened Daryl replied. “Please Officer, this is a big misunderstanding. I was supposed to meet my girlfriend here. She should be here any minute. She can explain this.”

“Just be quiet sir.” the officer said and she began to frisk him. But this was a different kind of frisk than Daryl had seen on COPS. The officer slowly worked her way up both legs as if she was searching for weapons. When she got to his ass, she was soft, almost gentle with her touch. It felt good to Daryl and his dick woke up. He began to sweat as he couldn’t control his little head in his pants. The officer continued her frisk, spending a long time squeezing and caressing Daryl’s butt. She then reached up through his legs and cupped his nuts. A serious WTF look came over Daryl’s face as his bulge got bigger in his pants. He swallowed hard and wished the search to stop.

“Mmmm. Interesting.” the officer said. Her hands stroked Daryl’s nuts some more and she squeezed his ass once more for good measure. Then she reached around and felt the bulge struggling to escape Daryl’s pants.

“Well now, what do we have here?” the officer said with a grin.

Daryl knew his shit was done and he shook his head. Everything that was going on was wrong and he should’ve realized it wasn’t legit but with the drink and his fear he wasn’t thinking rationally. Then he heard his zipper being pulled down and his eyes got big.

“What the fuck???” he exclaimed as he started to try to turn around.

“Shut up.” the officer snapped and made him face the car again. “Keep your hands on the car.”

She then reached inside the open zipper and in through Daryl’s boxer briefs. She found his hard dick and began to stroke it. Daryl’s dick was so hard he felt dizzy. The officer pulled his hard dick out, exposing it to the night air. She stroked it harder.

“I saw you playing with that earlier. You thought you were slick putting it away huh? What were you going to do with it? Have some fun with the little girlfriend?” she grinned.

“Oh my God, I can’t believe this.” Daryl moaned.

“You’d better believe it. Indecent exposure is a crime.” the officer said. “Now let’s see here.”

She flipped Daryl around and he leaned back against the car. She took his dick in her hands and stroked it more. She looked at him with a grin on her face. The sunglasses were big on her face but Daryl can see the lust on her face as she stroked.

“Oooooh it’s nice, thick and long. I don’t get my hands on ones like this too often so I need to take advantage. I hope you don’t mind. Let me do my thing and I’ll let you go with a slap on the dick.” she said.

“Huh???” Daryl said. “What the fuck kind of police officer are you?” He then stared harder at the woman as she got down on her knees and started slobbering all over his dick. His dick felt great in her hot mouth and he smiled as she knew those tonsils anywhere. “Sevyn?!?” he asked.

Sevyn smiled izmit anal yapan escort and raised the sunglasses up and perched them on her forehead. Then she lovingly went back to sucking Daryl’s dick. Daryl put his hands to his face and laughed out loud. “Giiiiirrrrrrlllll.” he said and shook his head.

Sevyn began to crack up laughing. “Baby I’m so sorry. I really had you going. You just knew you were going to jail tonight, didn’t you?” she said.

“Hell yes. Girl you played that role to the hilt. This was the last thing I expected.” Daryl said with a smile.

Sevyn smiled and opened her mouth wider to fit more dick in. Her throat strokes were slow and deep. She took Daryl’s meat in fully down to his balls and then back out again. She moaned and saliva poured out the side of her mouth as she enjoyed sucking on the dick. Daryl’s eyes rolled back in his head as he fought to keep from cumming. However, he was past that point of no return and he roared as his nuts lurched and emptied themselves into Sevyn’s greedy mouth. She sucked and cleaned up all of the cum dripping from his dickhead and savored the taste.

“Yummy.” she said as she licked her fingers and continued stroking Daryl’s dick. It was still rock hard and she needed her some of it. She stood up and unbuttoned the uniform shirt and her bra and took them off, exposing her small breasts with long perky nipples. She took off the holster belt and her pants then put the holster belt back on. She then put the boots back on. With her sunglasses and her uniform cap, Sevyn made a very sexy cop.

“Come here you.” she said to Daryl and she made him take off his pants and sat down behind the steering wheel. Daryl’s dick stood up like a mad stallion and Sevyn climbed on for the ride. She slid his dick into her sopping wet pussy and her love muscles began to caress and massage his shaft.

“Ooooooooo.” Sevyn moaned and ground down hard on his dick. She began to ride him harder and she soon felt her squirt box starting to overflow. Her juices began to gush down all over Daryl’s nuts. Her body spasmed as the orgasm overtook her and they both were wrapped up in the throes of pleasure. Sevyn collapsed down on top of Daryl. Neither of them saw the lights of the car drive up behind Sevyn’s car. All of a sudden, real blue lights began to flash and a quick siren blared.

“Oh shit!!” Sevyn exclaimed and she got off of Daryl’s lap.

For his part, Daryl thought this was still part of the roleplay but he knew something was wrong when he saw Sevyn’s very worried face as she struggled to get dressed.

It was too late. Sevyn could see the silhouettes of the two uniformed policemen come towards either side of Daryl’s BMW. Daryl was trying to pull up his pants and Sevyn was hopelessly half naked. Both of the officers grinned as they saw what was going on in the car.

“Well now, what is going on here?” one of them said. He was tall like Daryl but very muscular and had a dark chocolate complexion. He shined his flashlight at Sevyn and got a good look at her goodies.

“It looks like someone was trying to have a little fun.” the other said with a smile. He was shorter, leaner, and light complexioned, like Sevyn.

“Uhhhhh…” Sevyn began nervously. “Yes officer, we were trying to have a little fun, that’s all.”

The light-skinned officer, whose name was Officer Dale, looked at Sevyn’s cute curvy, sexy body as she tried to cover herself up. He saw the fake police uniform and frowned.

“Where did you get that from?” he said, pointing to Sevyn’s outfit.

“This? A friend of mines gave it to me.” she said with a pleading smile.

“That must be a pretty bad friend.” the tall officer said. His name was Officer Winston. “Do you know you can go to jail for impersonating a police officer?”

“Officer please, there was no intention of anything like that. My boyfriend and I like to roleplay.” Sevyn pleaded.

“Yeah I see. Roleplaying out on state property after the park has closed. You like taking risks don’t you?” Officer Dale said.

Sevyn and Daryl were quiet. They both resigned to going to jail tonight.

“Well partner, how do you want to handle this?” Officer Winston asked.

“Hmm.” Officer Dale said. He licked his lips and grabbed his crotch. Sevyn’s spirits rose as she saw his look and grinned. “I think…” Officer Dale continued as he walked over closer to the gebze escort car and looked at Sevyn. “I think we maybe can work something out. I think this little tart right here came out here for a reason. Partner, they look like a loving couple. We can’t mess up their little fantasy, can we?”

Officer Winston grinned at his partner. “Nah. I don’t feel like doing the paperwork. But maybe we can improve their little game. What do you think?” he said.

“Hmm. I think Mrs. Officer would be down for that. Won’t you Mrs. Officer?” Officer Dale smirked.

Sevyn knew what time it was. She leaned over and kissed a confused Daryl then climbed out of the car. Daryl watched her go between the two cops and squatted down. He watched in alarm as she started to caress their bulging crotches. She gave him a warning look when it appeared he was going to say something.

Officer Dale wasted no time in pulling out his dick for Sevyn to play with. Sevyn stroked his fat dick and placed a small kiss on the head. Officer Winston’s dick was so hard he thought he was going to nut as soon as Sevyn started stroking him. He moaned as Sevyn looked up at him and swallowed half his dark dick down her throat. She opened her mouth wider and engulfed the rest of his dick, making gagging noises as she sucked.

Officer Dale pushed on the back of Sevyn’s head, encouraging her to suck his partner’s dick deeper and faster. Officer Winston’s dick crept down her throat with a fast rhythm. Sevyn then pulled his dick out of her throat and she turned her attention to Officer Dale’s stiff member. She sucked on the head with her full lips and teased him before swallowing his dick down the balls.

“Oh shit…” Officer Dale trembled as she seemed to break down with the sensation of Sevyn lapping at his balls while his dick was buried in her throat. His balls jumped and he began the thrust as his cum exploded in Sevyn’s mouth. Sevyn drooled out most of it but she was still sucking. The cum/saliva mix ran all down between her breasts and on down her flat tummy. Officer Dale’s now spent dick fell out of her mouth and she turned to Officer Winston and continued to stroke his rock hard dick.

“Oh my dayum.” Officer Winston breathed. “Fuck, that is good.”

Sevyn cupped his big balls as she stroked him then she opened wide again and swallowed his dick down to the balls. She grabbed his butt cheeks and pulled his hips into her face, forcing him to face-fuck her. After a few thrust, Sevyn pulled his dick out of her mouth and it was glistening with saliva. Sevyn looked up at him as she jerked his slippery wet dick furiously. Officer Winston’s face twisted up as he felt his cum about to burst forth. Spurt after spurt blasted forth all over Sevyn’s face. Her face was drenched with his semen. She rubbed some of the cum into her skin then started sucking on Officer Winston’s dickhead for good measure. When she spat his dick out, Officer Dale turned her head towards him and he shoved his dick down her throat. He held her head while his pumped in and out of her mouth. He soon felt his nuts lurch and he pulled his dick out and jetted a thick stream of cum across Sevyn’s face. Once his dick stopped spasming and shooting cum, Officer Dale pushed his dick back in Sevyn’s mouth and made her clean it off. She licked her lips appreciatively once she was done.

“Mmmmm. Thanks for the treat fellas.” Sevyn said with a smile. “Can we go now?”

Officer Dale and Officer Winston looked at each other and nodded. They both agreed the head was off the chain.

“Yeah you can go. Don’t let us catch you doing this again. Roleplay is okay but do it at home.” Officer Winston admonished.

Sevyn got up and climbed back into the convertible. She took a bunch of napkins and cleaned up her face. “Thanks officers.” she smiled as she waved. Daryl had already put the car in gear and started backing out.

“Hold up. Who’s car is this?” Officer Dale said, pointing to the car Sevyn had come in.

“Oh that’s my friend’s car. I’ll come back and pick it up tomorrow.” Sevyn grinned. “I just want to get home right now.”

“Well, you can’t just leave it here.” Officer Winston said.

Sevyn looked at Daryl and finished getting dressed. She got out of his car and went to her friend’s car and got in. She leaned out of the window and motioned Daryl to follow her. She drove off and Daryl followed in the BMW. This was supposed to be a very fun night for them and it turned out to be a very adventurous night. But Sevyn agreed with Officer Winston about keeping the roleplay simple and at home. It would be a very long time before she tried anything like that again.

Once the couple was gone, Officer Dale and Officer Winston burst out laughing as they walked back to their squad car. This had certainly made their night.

END

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Chapter 1

My wife, Anna, and I are reasonably adventurous with our sexual activities. Anna isn’t keen on anal but, apart from that, we have always enjoyed a varied sex life including a little light bondage, weaving fantasy into our love-making and sex in the open air.

The light bondage usually involved my being tied and blindfolded, the fantasy usually centred around Anna being shagged by a stranger (or strangers) and, for our open air sex, we always ensured we were unlikely to be discovered – but this story took our sexual activity to a new level!

On a warm and sultry evening last summer we just couldn’t get cool in the house, so we decided to take a walk on one of our favourite trails. It’s not something we’d done before – there’s no lighting and the trail’s rough and uneven – but on this night there was one of those moons which cast a really strong light, so we decided to go for it.

A few miles along the trail is a picnic area, simple tables with benches to either side, in an area which is shielded from the trail by some dense bushes and we sat there for a while just enjoying the cooler air when I suggested to Anna that we could take advantage of this quiet spot for a little illicit lovemaking.

She readily agreed but then surprised me, pushing me down onto one of the benches and, with a slight smile, slowly unbuttoning her light blouse, all the time looking into my eyes, knowing the effect this always has on me. Finishing the unbuttoning, she left the blouse open, showing just a little of her bra-less breasts, before slipping out of her skirt to show that she wore no panties.

Our past public love-making had always been hurried, and certainly only undressed to the minimum, so this was a whole new ballgame (pardon the pun) and it was now my turn. I got up and pushed her down onto the bench, stood in front of her, eased out of my T-shirt and slid my cut-off jeans past my huge hard-on with some difficulty, leaving me in a brief pair of jockey shorts.

My hands were now brushed aside and Anna quickly removed the jockeys, slid back my tightened foreskin then slid her expert fingers down my shaft and around my balls. We both shave down there regularly so the feel of her cool fingers on my hot smooth sack was just perfect and got me panting for it.

Anna’s never been keen on giving a full blowjob, she’d do it for me if I asked but, hey, there’s so much else that she’s up for so why should I – I’d know she’d be doing it for me and that would be a real turn-off. Other than that, though, she has a magic tongue and, just when I think my hard-on is at its max, her expert work can get me near to bursting and, on that night, she excelled herself – running her tongue around my cock and getting me close to orgasm so quickly that I thought I’d blow my load too soon!

While she was sucking me off, my eyes flitted between the sight of her mouth working on my cock and those beautiful big breasts swinging as she moved and I just had to have her. I offered my hands to lift her to her feet and swiftly removed the blouse to enjoy the erotic sight of Anna naked in public and what a sight! Her shaved pussy was bulging so much that her lips were escaping and her breasts were creamy white with sumptuous nipples – hard, prominent and ringed by the their wide aureoles.

I turned her so she had her back to me, slid my hands under her breasts, and then slid them upwards to cup them and play with her rigid nipples. Then, I pushed her gently forward and down until she was lying across one of the tables with her breasts pressed against the cool wood and her pussy offered to me at just the right height for me to be able to enter her while standing but, first things first, a few of my fingers slid easily into her soaking pussy and I licked the rich juices and then repeated the process, offering a taste to Anna, who eagerly lapped them up.

Much as we were enjoying this foreplay, bodrum bayan eskort neither of us could wait any longer and I positioned my rigid cock at Anna’s pussy lips and slid it smoothly into the depths. After two kids, her pussy isn’t as tight as some but that’s a real turn on for me, being able to enjoy the feel of my cock in there, and the way she’s able to flex her muscles to grip my cock is better than any tight pussy. I kept a steady pace, drawing my cock almost out of the pussy before driving it home again, not speeding up too much, enjoying the sweet sensation of being just short of orgasm for as long as possible.

A real turn-on when we’ve had sex in public is the fact that Anna, who’s usually very vocal, has to try to keep quiet – and it gives me a perverse pleasure to do all that I can to make this job difficult for her! This time, given our nakedness and the way it had raised our sexual desire, her task seemed all the more difficult and it was while I was enjoying this – and the sight of her smooth body wriggling in front of me – that I sensed a movement in the undergrowth to our side. You know? The feeling that you’re fairly sure you’ve seen something – but … have you?

I knew that, if I mentioned what I may have seen, Anna would be out of there and covered up in seconds and, call me selfish if you like, but I had no intentions of calling a halt to the proceedings and, in any case, voyeurism – either being the watcher or the watched – had always appealed to me. So, I continued driving my cock deep into Anna’s pussy, which was now soaking with juices, and keeping a watch for more movement out of the corner of my eye. Further movement and a glimpse of a shadowy face confirmed my suspicions and I thought I’d give the voyeur even more to look at by pulling Anna up so that she was resting on her hands – allowing a view of her swinging 38Cs – and by angling us slightly so that a better view could be had of my cock’s action in and out of the depths.

This couldn’t continue for much longer. My self-control was wavering and the thrusts becoming quicker, Anna’s groans were becoming more urgent and I could feel a shattering climax building. She thrust back against me, trying to drive me as far into her as possible, I fought to keep a smooth rhythm while sliding in and out and then we reached a crashing simultaneous orgasm which pulsed through our bodies in wave after wave before Anna slumped against the table, utterly spent and I slid from her pussy, which dripped cum from its delicious lips.

Was there really someone there? Whatever, it certainly made me feel even hotter on a hot night to think we were being watched – and it confirmed for me that I really did have no qualms about performing for an audience.

Chapter 2

For the best part of a week I thought about that night and still couldn’t be sure whether I’d seen anyone and, more importantly, couldn’t decide whether to mention it to Anna. I was torn between a need to share what I saw as an erotic experience and the fear that she would decide that the possibility of being watched should put a stop to that particular aspect of our lovemaking.

Finally, I had to know her feelings regardless of the risk so, while lying with her kissing and cuddling before a sex session, I asked her whether she’d noticed anything unusual about that session – apart from the obvious, that we’d been stark naked in public – and, true to form, she turned the question back at me and asked me why I was asking.

In for a penny, I had to plough on now, so I told her what I’d thought I’d seen and, with a slight smile she revealed that she’d noticed the guy straight away, had an initial panic and then found herself turned on by the thought. It seemed that her increased passion on that night wasn’t entirely due to the time and the place – but also the thought of being watched!

This revelation yalıkavak escort seemed to really spice up the session that followed – it’s always good but it seemed just that little better – more abandoned, more lustful, just hotter and, lying with me while we recovered from our efforts, Anna continued expressing her thoughts on the voyeur.

It seemed she had been giving the subject as much thought as I had and, while my concern had been the negative effect it may have on our love life, she was thinking about a repeat performance. We both, though, quickly came to the same conclusion – that there was a big element of chance that we wouldn’t be there at the right time and, in any case, Anna had a plan which gave me an instant hard-on – she wanted to offer herself as bait to see just how far the voyeur would reveal himself. She had planned it in great detail, wanting to put herself in a position to show the guy that she wanted him to see more!

That we then lay there and set the scene in great detail sounds a little boring – but I can assure you that just talking it through was a turn-on and resulted in a resumption of our lovemaking. Anna had decided that she would be tied, naked of course, on top of one of the picnic tables, arms pulled back to accentuate her gorgeous breasts and legs tied to the table legs to spread them and give a good view of her shaved pussy. She also wanted to be blindfolded to accentuate the sense that she was helpless and gagged to give the idea that she couldn’t cry for help. I would be nearby, hidden from view and filming any action but, my only concern, I needed to know when she wanted to call a halt. I needn’t have worried about her plan – she planned to say ‘stop’ via her earpiece hidden under her hair.

It was a while before we could put the plan into action but eventually we headed down the trail to the picnic area and found a table which looked just right – well hidden from the path, near the bushes where we’d spotted the guy last time and close to an embankment where I could watch the proceedings. Anna stripped and sprawled on the table looking so hot that it was only the thought of what we planned that stopped me shagging her on the spot! I tied her to the table legs, masked and gagged her, making sure I could hear her through the gag and moved to my vantage point.

I don’t know what our guy would think of the sight, but it certainly got me hot and, I confess, I took out my rigid cock which was already beaded with pre-cum and, for a while, it looked like I was the only one likely to enjoy the sight – because there was nothing happening until, opposite my spot, I saw a guy in dark clothes just standing, eyes riveted on Anna’s prone body. He did nothing, just stood there, and I could only think that he was either intending to do nothing more, or he was just making sure that Anna wasn’t expecting company!

Finally, he moved into the open, approached Anna and walked around her, drinking in the sight of her gorgeous breasts, nipples hardened by a mixture of lust and the chill of the night, and her plump fanny, shaved to a silky smoothness with lips protruding and moist. He spoke, asking who she was waiting for but Anna, as we’d agreed, said nothing and just lay there, submissive and pliant and he seemed unsure what to do next, then got on his phone and had a hurried conversation. This concerned me in case the situation got out of control but I knew Anna must have heard more than me – and she made no attempt to talk to call it off.

Suddenly, he reached out a hand and slid it gently across Anna’s breast, maybe to see what she’d do, but Anna just tensed slightly and he seemed to realise that she was there to be used and massaged her breasts, squeezing the nipples between his fingers and then leaning forward to suck on one nipple while he continued to play with the other.

He spoke again, mumcular escort asking what she was up for in what was a very personal version of dogging but, still getting no response, he seemed to realise that Anna wouldn’t speak and that he was free to use her as he wished – and that it was up to him to discover just how far he would be allowed to go. I saw him slide his shorts down and take out a cock which had a few inches on mine. He slid the gag from Anna’s mouth, pulled her head to face him and tentatively offered the head of his cock to her lips, finding her ready and waiting, immediately opening her mouth and swallowing more of his cock with one movement than I would have thought possible.

With a mixture of movement from Anna, as far as her position would allow, and thrusting from our guy his huge thick rod slid in and out of Anna’s mouth and it was obvious from his reaction that her tongue was working its magic as I knew it could. I could hear his grunting through the earpiece and the slurping as Anna worked at his cock then, just as I was wondering how she was going to call a halt to the action before he came, he began to jerk forward and I realised that she had no intention of stopping and had let him shoot his load into her mouth and swallowed it with obvious relish, licking her lips and sucking every last drop of cum from his throbbing cock – something she had never done for me!

I was so into what was going on that I didn’t see the other two guys at first. They’d moved silently to the edge of the clearing and were watching the blow job then, after Anna had cleaned up her guy’s cock, they came forward and stood gazing at her, clearly thinking that all of their birthdays had come at once! When the first of the newbies began to stroke her pussy I knew, or thought I did, that Anna’s signal must come as soon as she senses what he had in mind– because he was clearly intent on much more than a blow job – but, as he began to slide his fingers into the moist depths there was no move on her part to stop the proceedings and, instead, she began to squirm, clearly relishing the attention her pussy was getting.

This guy then stepped back and swiftly removed his shirt and shorts, revealing a cock which put his mate’s to shame, and, without any thought of foreplay, slammed his cock into Anna’s pussy, burying its full length deep inside her, a rough shag which had her reacting so loudly that I could hear her frenzied reaction across the clearing where I was having difficulty holding the camcorder steady! He pulled out, seemingly within seconds and I could see the cum dripping from her pussy onto the ground.

The final guy was stripped and ready and had been wanking slowly to get a hard-on, though it looked to me as if that was hardly necessary – his cock looked as hard as rock, not as thick as the other guys’ – but a good inch longer. He moved forward and, spitting on his thumb, started to play with Anna’s puckered anus, while using his fingers to tease her clit and play with the pussy lips – which were engorged and soaked. Then, he moved forward and positioned his cock at Anna’s moistened anus. This, I thought, is when she must call a halt – because she has no interest in anal sex – tried it, didn’t like it, plenty else to enjoy instead was always her view.

It was obvious, though; that the events of the night had her in such a state of frenzy that she was up for anything. She moved her hips towards him, as if to encourage him on and he needed no more invitation, smoothly sliding his cock in, more gently than the last guy, but driving it balls deep – something that I’d never tried nor hoped to – and with a deep grunt, accompanied by an even more frenzied shout from Anna, he poured his cum deep into her arse, then walked calmly round to her head and offered his cock for cleaning – which Anna did without hesitation and with obvious relish.

They were obviously used to dogging and taking women without foreplay or any thought of them afterwards, because they simply dressed and left as quietly as they’d arrived – leaving Anna spent, with cum dripping from her pussy and arse and me with a massive hard-on, a video to die for and some thoughts on what I would expect from Anna at our next session.

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“Dude! That’s too heavy.”

Heath Talbot warned his friend and fellow roomie Brian Hancock of the added weight he was lifting, while utilizing the weight machine in Margo Needy’s fitness room. Why join a gym when you have one at home?

“I can handle it. Stop worrying Bubba.” Brian strained in heaving a respectable 380 pounds. He was well aware of the risk but had been lifting 320 when he was in High School. Of course, that was a year ago. Even though he still remained active by helping his dad cut down and core trees in the area he was still in good shape. All four roommates were pretty buff. What was a meager 60 pounds more right? Ah…ego. “SONUVABITCH!”

“I told you moron.” Heath grimaced at hearing Brian cry out in agony at the top of his lungs. Pulling a muscle in his shoulder made him drop the weights in a deafening crash. Even in pain Brian found the strength to flip off Heath. “You never listen Bro.”

“Bite me Talbot. Fuck that hurt, just a muscle but crap it’s throbbing hard.”

“Did I hear you say something was throbbing?”

They note the timely arrival of their sexy hot landlady Margo Needy who had been three rooms away watching Top Chef on the family room television when she heard the loud bang.

“Dufus here lifted too much weight and pulled a muscle. No, not his love muscle, his shoulder. Whiney bitch.” Heath laughs.

“There is a God.” She snickers fanning her face with her hand at the safety of Brian’s penis. Seeing his expression her thoughts shifted to motherly instinct, “Poor baby. Do you need to go see a doctor? I’m sure Heath would take you into town if necessary.”

“Like hell I will. I told him not to do it. Just pack some ice on the pussy.”

Margo pouts shuffling to Brian’s side as he still sat on the bench frowning at Heath’s reaction, “Stand up and stretch carefully.” Brian rises wincing and attempts to stretch, but the pain persisted to torment him. “Maybe not.” She fidgets, “Heath’s right we should put ice on that. You go relax as best you can on the sectional I’ll go get an ice pack.”

“She said SEXtional.” Heath chuckles as Margo winks at him on the way through.

“My sectional need I remind you. Let’s avoid having sex on it, cleaning suede is not fun.” She scowls as she passes by Heath. He reacts to her close proximity by slapping her ass cheek hard. Wearing only a pale pink G-string and a cut off hot pink t-shirt revealing most of her belly, she yelped and wore his hand print proudly. With a sheepish pout over her shoulder she continued on her mission. Even Brian had to admit that watching her tight heart shaped ass took his pain away, if only temporarily.

“Best fitness guru ever.” Heath grins at Brian. “Right pussycat?”

“Keep it up I’m gonna punch your ass out.”

“With what arm? Ohhh, your knitting arm. You swing with that you might hit me sometime in the next week.” Heath chuckles walking backwards to return to his own workout. In doing so he overlooks an obstacle in his path and literally stumbles backwards over a medicine ball. Who leaves one of those out? Blame it on Elliot leaving it there before he went off to Paris. Landing on his back one leg up over the ball he snaps, “DAMMIT!”

Brian busting up at Heath’s misfortune leads Heath into cursing, “Fuck you Hancock.” He quickly realized the fall had strained his own back muscles. A two for one special at Club Needy.

“Serves you right for mocking me. Karma’s a bitch Bro.”

“Yeah, yeah! I hear you Dickhead. I’ll survive until work tomorrow when I’m reaching to paint trim on the job.” He rises to his knees, lingering there while holding his back with both hands. He looked queer in that position.

“No shit! I won’t be lifting wood cores for a few days if this still hurts tomorrow. I might have to let my stepsisters take care of me.” He laughs at the thought.

“Which one?”

“All three.”

“Thought you had four.”

“Fourth one doesn’t count. She’s got a year and a half more before I tap that ass. Only sixteen.”

“Smart man for someone stupid.”

“Says you ball baby.”

“I used to think MJ was really hot. Still is, but after tapping Margo the younger girls just aren’t as appealing. Maybe I’ve always liked older women. Hell, I still have a crush on Mrs. Filmore my old Spanish teacher.”

“Fannie Filmore? Feelmore Fannie?” Brian snickers, “Yeah, for 40 she is pretty hot still, in a young Kim Basinger kind of back in the day way.”

“I should have hit on her. I bet she would have bit on my big boy.”

“Bit it off you mean. Before or after her husband Officer Riley Filmore shot you in the ass? Wildwood PD at it’s finest.”

“Wildwood DP. I heard Fannie was into that. Dammit! Why didn’t I corner blondie and tap her hASScienda.”

“Never too late. Stop by the school and let her know how your dick feels about her.”

“Yeah? Maybe.” Heath winces.

“Where the fuck is Momma Margo?” Brian grumbled, “There’s a fucking freezer with cubes down here.”

“Yes,” Margo arrives as he spoke up, bodrum escort bayan “But, the icepack was upstairs from Elliot’s skateboarding accident. It was never brought back down here.”

“Got two packs?” Heath looks up chuckling.

“One for my blazing bottom thanks to you?” She winks.

“Nope. I tripped over the bad medicine ball. My back’s got a nasty twinge.”

“My helpless children. I swear. Mommy is here for you.” She shakes her head smirking, “How bad is the back pain? Scale of 1-10.”

“Six. Just need the kinks out is all.”

“Mmmm! Six and kinky. Music to my ears.” She sticks her tongue out at him.

“Bigger than six and you know that.”

She ignores Heath’s bragging and turns to Brian, “I thought I told you to go sit on the sectional.”

“Distracted by blue balls there.” The medicine ball was indeed blue.

Go!” A swift point leads Brian into taking a stroll. That led her into offering Heath an assist in getting up. While on his knees face to face with her Heath merely yanks her close and kisses her tight belly, his forehead nudging up under her cut off t-shirt. “Mmm! Nurse Margo reporting for duty. Need help up?”

“Around you I’m always up.”

“Your stubble tickles.” She squeals as his tongue flicks within her belly button.

Biting at her G-string he growls, “You really need to stop wearing panties.” He tugs them about as if a dog terrorizing a toy.

“You keep insisting that. I enjoy how sexy they make me look.”

“Nude is the best sexy.”

“I agree, but I’m still going to wear them, so you can stop trying to tear them off with your teeth.”

“I need a massage Miss Fitness Guru.”

“Funny that you call me that. Darryl used to refer to me as Fitness Nuru.”

“Nuru?”

“Yes. He adored Nuru massages.”

“No clue what Nuru even is, but I’m game.”

“It’s two or more oiled bodies rubbing oil all over one another to increase sexual pleasure. I like to do it without using my hands, only my body.”

“I’m definitely up for that. It might take my mind off the lower back ache if your tits oil it up good.”

“I can do that for you and Brian at the same time. We just need to lay a plastic cover down on the carpet so the oil stays in our vicinity. I have a special cover with an upraised border so no oil escapes. Go sit with Brian, I’ll go up to the attic and bring it down here.”

“Oils?”

“Of course. Darryl kept it in stock in case we ever had…visitors.” She wags her brows before shuffling away. Another slap to her ass made her whimper, he grit his teeth at overexertion. Served him right. So would she very shortly. In passing Brian she playfully flirts, “You boys get naked. I’ll be right back to massage you both.”

“Wait! What? Both?” Brian bulged his eyes. He expected only himself getting her attentions.

“Relax Atlas. She’s giving us a Nuru massage.”

“New room massage? Huh?”

“Nuru. Don’t you know anything?” Heath laughed then explained it as related to him. Brian was suddenly all smiles. Both boys lost their workout attire and sat impatiently. Nothing like two nude men forced to hear crickets that did not exist.

Ten minutes later Margo returns with her queen size Nuru bed cover and drops it to the floor. Kneeling she spreads it out into a perfect rectangle and eyes the boys sitting there stroking their cocks nervously. She realized that they sitting alone together this must not have been easy. Giggling she hops back up and whips her t-shirt off. Only in her G-string she holds her palms up in front of her. “Give me a few minutes longer to go heat up a bowl of oil. I promise you both the pain will go away once I work my magic. Ummm!” A strict point at both dicks she grimaced, “Try to keep those hard for me.” Off she ran.

“Easier said than done.” Heath looks at Brian.

“Dude! Stop looking at my dick.”

“Me? Stop looking at mine.”

It was not going to be so simple.

Another ten minutes expired before Margo made a slow return in an attempt not to spill her twin salad bowls of thick oil. Discovering both the boys sitting at a distance from one another she giggled, “MEN!” Resting the bowls to each side of the plastic bedding she stands up and eyes the two boys suddenly mesmerized by her. “That’s more like it. Eyes on me, not on yourselves. You’ve both fucked me at the same time, why act skittish now?”

“There’s a difference between all action and down time.” Brian hissed, “Mine is down for the count thanks to Peeping Heath over there.”

“Dude! You were looking at me.”

“ENOUGH! Both of you on the mat. NOW!”

Heath sneered at her for being so controlling, it was not to his liking at all. Brian quickly crawled from the sectional and stretched out on his back. Stepping to his feet Margo looked over at Heath, “Joining or watching?”

“He is NOT watching.” Brian grunts.

“Then, he’s participating. Please lay next to Brian.” She motions Heath to relent. Growling, the boy moves to bodrum otele gelen escort the mat and sits a safe distance away from Brian. “Scoot closer so I can reach both of you at the same time.” Heath moves closer. “More.” Another inch before Margo rolls her eyes, “HIP TO HIP.”

“Fuuuuuck!” Both boys hold their breath until their bodies touch.

“Good boys. Trust Mommy.” She then slips her G-string down her long legs and drapes it over Heath’s dick, the band used like a ring toss. “You can hang on to it for awhile. I do want it back.”

Crouching down she uses both arms at her side to gather oil on her hands before using one hand over each boy’s chest, it’s thick consistency webbing amid her fingers.

“You using hot glue on us?” Brian winces even as it felt remarkably warm on his body.

“Yes. I knew I couldn’t keep you together so I brought the Gorilla glue.” She threatens them. They knew she was joking. After multiple palms of oil coating their bodies she begins rubbing them slick and shiny.

“I thought you did this without hands.” Heath responded.

“In the beginning I have no choice. Just lay there and enjoy me.”

“Right.” Heath frowned, “Closing my eyes now.”

“Me too.” Brian agreed to that for the safety of their manhood. It helped because Margo was quickly able to coax their dicks into steel hard rods within her oily grasp.

“Mmmm! You boys have the most incredible cocks. So big. So thick. The heads purple and…” She shivers, “…I am so in love with you two.”

“We love you too. Now get busy MILF.” Heath grunts.

“Absolutely.” She oils herself quickly, pinching her nipples, before then leaning over them, her legs outstretched over both men. Using her knees and toes she caresses with strength gliding up and down over Brian’s right hip, Heath’s left. Her contortion talent was remarkably nimble. Moving her upper body from one chest to the other she gifted them teasing nipples that gave them both goosebumps. “I’m going to work on Brian for a minute then, I’ll move to you Heath. I need to give you both separate attention then do the incredible. Patience please.”

Moving solely over Brian she lowered her body to plant her breasts around his cock in order to titty fuck herself. All while her feet rose high and rubbed his shins up to his knees. She felt like a frog. Even her chin nudged his beefy crown as it passed through her cleavage.

“Damn that feels good.”

“I will always feel good to my boys. I devote my body to you.” She softly spoke. After more oil is collected she coats his chest again before launching her body higher into a slippery slide. Her thighs now claiming his huge erection she uses her thigh muscles to literally stroke his beast. Her labia molding around his shaft in a warm blanket.

“Christ I need to fuck you.”

“In time. Not right away. Just feel my adoration Brian.”

“Ohhh, I do Momma.”

Scooting even higher she surrounds her breasts around his neckline and uses her thighs and legs to massage his hips, her pussy trailing over his chiseled stomach. “Are you happy Brian?” She whispers into his ear.

“Never been happier.”

“Can we achieve Nirvana?”

“Cobain my pain Cougar.”

She giggles at his jest, “Do I smell like teen spirit?”

“Smell yummy that’s for certain. I’ll give you teen spear it.”

“Hold that fantasy.” With a kiss to his cheek she moves across his body carefully and molds over Heath. Reaching for the second bowl of oil she claims two handfuls to coat Heath from head to toe before repeating her earlier moves over Brian. Heath was equally as grateful for her contact, moving joyously about over him. The only difference in her course of action was spending time torturing Heath’s cock with her labia around it as if wanting penetration, something she evaded each torturous time her hole passed so very close. It was driving Heath insane.

“Handsome Heath?” Her soft lips whisper over his ear

“Yeah?”

“Do I make you happy?”

“I’d be happier if we took this damn G-string off my cock while you’re teasing my ass.”

“I thought it was cute to leave it there seeing as you don’t want me to wear them. I let you wear them for me.”

“HAHA! Not my size MILF.” He grumbles as she lifts her thighs in order to pluck her panties from his beast and toss them at Brian. Brian snatched them up sniffing them hard.

“I know Brian likes my panties.”

“Fuck yes I do. MMmmMMMmm!”

“Don’t eat them they’re not edible.” She snickers returning to Heath’s pleasure. Turning around with her head facing Heath’s feet she scoots back over his chest, again utilizing her legs and toes to massage his ribs, her thighs his chest. In her slithering body, her ass was right up to his chin. A swift tongue lick to her butt pucker made her tense up. “Now that can be eaten.” He did for a few minutes as Margo molded her tits around his cock for a backward Titty fuck. Her own tongue licking his massive gümbet escort ball sack as it huffed in size with each thrust.

“Fuck yes.” He snaps. Before he could lick her ass more she slips away, her entire body moving halfway over his. His cock passing by her tummy, then vagina. He wondered where she was going when her feet surrounded his cock and jerked him off. “HOLY FUCKING HELL THAT FEELS AWESOME.”

“I told you no hands.” She looks back at him playfully.

“Don’t stop. I’m getting close to nutting.”

“Noooooo! I don’t want you to nut yet.” She pouts then removes her feet from around his penis. He gave her a hateful look but she abandoned him regardless. “Get even with me after I come back to you.” His loss left him jerking off. As she returns to Brian she reaches over and swats Heath’s hand, “Wait for me.” Literally spitting his temper he grits his teeth, and drops his head back on to the mat. The word bitch was heard. She could live with that nickname.

Back on top of Brian she increases the oil over him for a slicker ride. The sensuality of her gyrations led him to roam his hands across her backside. She kissed him warmly for thirty seconds then escaped to sit up over his cock. Molding her labia around his python she slides her wet pussy back and forth as he watches. She smiled down at him then arches her back to let her massive 40D’s point toward the ceiling, his hands sliding up, just shy of obtaining her tits within his grasp. Still she taunted his cock with a slippery warm trail of pussy juice cocktail.

“OH MY GOD!” She exhaled loudly, “I LOVE THIS COCK. EVEN WHEN IT’S NOT IN ME.”

“All yours Gorgeous.”

With a vast inhalation of oxygen Margo launches forward and leans over Brian for another steamy kiss, her palms to each side of his cheeks, fingers fanned wide. Her upper body swirling her nipples over his hairy chest. Forced to break away, she rolls off of him and back on to Heath. Brian felt cheated but knew she would always come home.

On her back atop Heath she moves her body higher until she literally took a seat on his face. He immediately ate her pussy as she treated him to a secondary foot massage around his cock, her legs extended straight out to grip his beast. Margo’s arms behind her supporting her upper body, utilized the mat for support, her hair dangling over her face like a wildwoman. She squealed at Heath’s digging tongue up inside her, reacting with increased trembling. She was drowning him in pussy juice. Heath drank up without one complaint.

“Yesssssssssssss! God yesssssssssss!”

Even as he fed, he spoke volume as her feet reached an eventful climax. How Margo completed that goal was pure adrenalin. Hot cum shot upward and came down on her ankles and toes. Seconds of convulsions over Heath she too gushed all across his face, showering him with her affection. Panting dramatically, she giggles at her good fortune. Lifted away by Heath she crawls back over Brian and offers him a similar footjob facing over him as if doing pushups. Her nipple in his mouth at a curled up stance she whined at his gnawing teeth.

While distracted Heath wasn’t done. Eying the oil bowl to his side he smirked and lifted it up. Careful in rising to his knees he stands over Margo’s backside and tilts the bowl. A large amount of oil cascaded over she and Brian making a vivid mess. Even her hair grew shiny and slick. Tossing the bowl to the mat he went so far as to pet her long hair into a greasy ponytail. Brian began laughing at the extra pool of oil all around them. With Brian releasing her nipple she lifts up to sit on Brian’s torso. Easing forward to surround his neckline with her thighs she arches her back over Brian into an amazing pretzel shape in order to devour Brian’s cock. Heath let her hair go and eyed the second oil bowl. Reaching for it he lifted it over Margo’s chest and drained the bowl dry. Her body could not get any slicker, the shine incredible.

Roaming his hands over Margo’s tits he squeezed them, while Brian caressed her tummy, ribs, and hips with roaming hands. The slickness of the mat made it hard for Heath to rest firmly on his knees so he used Margo as an anchor. Reaching his hand over her body Heath fingered her pussy. Even Brian was now alright with him being so close to him. Strange even as Margo sucked Brian’s cock, she found Heath’s dick pelting her face while extended over her. With a bit of help Heath made Margo gush over Brian’s face. What was fair was fair. Share the wealth.

“You asshole.” Brian laughed spitting up her juices that had entered his opened mouth. Laughter ended his disgust of the moment. It wasn’t that bad.

Hearing Margo gag a bit on Brian’s girth, Heath went so far as to surround her throat with his hands massaging the area, his thumbs caressing her chin. His stimulation made her eyes roll back into her head.

“That’s it Fitness Nuru. Feast on my boy there. Take it deeper.”

She did her best to swallow more of Brian but his size did not allow much more room in her throat. Her face was turning blue from trying but, Heath had to give her credit for the attempt. Breathless and nearly blacking out Margo had no choice but to pull away gasping. Whimpering at the loss she tried again lasting two more minutes before retreating. Even in the slipperiness of the oil she rolled over on Brian and tried a third time. Heath puckered at her hunger quest.

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Warning: This story contains a giantess, huge boobs, giant cocks and balls, and ridiculously excessive cum. It’s also just a bit ridiculous in general. It also contains a herm/futa, which I know isn’t everyone’s cup of tea. All characters are 18 or older. If you don’t like this sort of thing, please don’t read it.

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Heather was upset. Pissed. Fuming. It had been a week since that bitch Katie had stolen her boyfriend. Chris had always loved Heather’s big boobs, but Katie’s were the biggest on campus. And when that bitch decided to use her whale tits to try to seduce him… well, boys are dumb. He was gone before she knew it. And while she definitely didn’t want his stupid face back, she was still seething with anger, even a few weeks after the fact. Katie needed to learn a lesson.

So she plotted. Her brain dug deep into its most twisted and depraved depths. And she came up with a plan.

That was a week ago. And today, her plan went into effect.

It was the day before everyone returned to campus from winter break, so the place was a ghost town. The perfect time to exact her revenge. She waited in her dorm for her secret weapon to arrive. About 15 minutes later, she heard a very powerful knock on the door, almost as if it were being attacked with a battering ram. Heather cautiously made her way to the door and looked through the peep hole, but it was black. “Am I being pranked or something?” She couldn’t help but wonder.

Heather opened the door, but all she could see was black still. “Hello?” She called out. Suddenly, the blackness moved! It slid backward until it was gone, and then was quickly replaced by what looked like green cloth. And then a face appeared. A big one! It must have been at least three times the size of a normal face. It was a person! Heather just stared.

“Man, am I glad that your building has twenty-foot ceilings.” The feminine voice said. “I almost bumped my head a few times, but at least I didn’t have to duck!” The face grinned.

Heather continued bodrum escort bayan to stare.

“I’m Jenny.” The massive girl continued. “We spoke about a week ago, right?”

Heather slowly nodded, still trying to process the behemoth of a woman that was in the hallway.

“I know. I’m probably bigger than you expected. I get that a lot.” She giggled. “But anyway, want to let me in so we can get started?”

Heather stepped aside, still unable to speak. Immediately after, she was treated to the most amazing sight she’d ever seen. Cloth-covered flesh began to push its way into her dorm room. With amazing speed and dexterity, Jenny squeezed her massive body through the doorway. But it wasn’t until Heather could see the girl in her entirety that she realized how amazing it actually was.

The girl was, in a word: massive. But even that didn’t seem to describe her properly. Despite the ceiling being 20 feet tall, her head seemed nearly ready to bump into it. She looked up at the girl, trying to see her face, but her view was blocked by a tremendous pair of breasts that completely dominated her torso. They were so large that they actually rested on top of the monstrous bulge in her pants. Yes, bulge.

It was as if someone had stuck two ten-foot boulders in her pants and draped a massive pipe over it. Heather was amazed that any clothing could even contain such a bulge.

“Okay, so which wall is the one that you share with Katie?” Jenny’s voice asked from above.

“Um… it’s t-that one.” Heather said, pointing at the wall opposite her.

“Perfect. I’ll get started then.” With that, Jenny began to remove her clothes. First her shirt, which revealed a bra that, while comically gargantuan, didn’t so much cup her breasts as rest on top of them. Breast flesh overflowed it from the top, bottom, and sides. But soon, that poor bra came off too, causing her breasts to explode forward. Heather thought Katie’s breasts were huge, but Jenny’s were bitez escort in an entire league all together. Finally, her yoga pants came off, revealing set of cock and balls that didn’t even think was possible. They took up a surprising amount of space in the room. And with how big Jenny’s balls were, she was positive that they’d make a massive mess. Perfect.

The mountain of a woman moved herself so that she was facing the wall question. She carefully sat herself down on Heather’s bed, which broke immediately due to her weight. “Oops… sorry about that…” she grinned sheepishly at Heather.

“That’s okay…” Heather said, still in awe of the woman in her dorm room.

Jenny reached down and grabbed her massive cock, pulling it upward. She began rubbing as much as she could of it up and down. The cock seemed to respond almost instantly, starting to lengthen and harden. As it did, she began to wrap her massive breasts around the base of her member. Heather’s jaw dropped as she watched the behemoth girl give herself what must have been the world’s largest titfuck. Quickly the member hardened and lengthened. And as it did, she began pointing it at the far wall.

“D-don’t we need some sort of… equipment to get into her room?” Heather asked.

“Don’t worry…” Jenny panted. “I’ve got all of the equipment we need.” She grinned as her gigantic cock head began pressing against the far wall, tearing through it like tissue paper.

Heather couldn’t believe a person like this could even exist. The girl had talked about being able to make a huge mess, but Heather thought that meant like a puddle or two. This was even better though. She couldn’t wait to see the look on Katie’s face when she opened her door and her room filled to the brim with cum.

On the other side of the wall, Jenny’s cock head had already begun spewing insane amounts of precum. Gallon after gallon made it’s way out of her, completely covering the floor. 30 seconds later, gümüşlük escort it was a few feet deep. It only took another 15 seconds for the room to be filled to them brim, just with the girl’s precum! But Jenny wasn’t ready to stop. She hadn’t really even begun! All of that liquid had to go somewhere though… so the windows burst and the door exploded off of its hinges!

Back in Heather’s room, she could hear the destruction going on. “Was that… is it already full?” She asked, trying to figure out if what she thought had just happened had really happened. “Yeah, but I’ve still got a long way to go though!” Jenny said as more and more of her precum flooded the hallway and started flooding the area surrounding the building. Anything that wasn’t bolted down in the hallway got swept away as the liquid levels rose. It filled the first floor and within another 30 seconds had completely filled the floors above it! Heather alternated between watching Jenny work and looking out the window, becoming increasingly distressed at how much liquid was pooling around the building.

“Don’t you think we should—” Heather started before she was interrupted.

“Oh god… here… it… comes!” Jenny shouted as her cock convulsed. It sounded like she had just shot a massive cannon. In the other room, the incredibly powerful shot of cum tore through the far wall of Katie’s room, through the far wall of that room, and through the exterior wall of the building. It smashed into the building next door, creating massive cracks in the wall as her cum began to flood the campus. Each shot must have been hundreds, if not a thousand, gallons of cum. And there were so many of them! It didn’t take long for all of the campus to be covered in her white liquid, several feet deep.

The cum began to work its way into the surrounding area, sweeping up bikes, cars, basically anything that wasn’t nailed to the ground. It took a full 5 minutes before she stopped. The campus, and it’s surrounding area, looked like a disaster zone. The poor building next door hadn’t been able to withstand the onslaught of Jenny’s powerful, massive cum shots, so it had simply crumbled.

“Well… I think my job here is done, right?” She looked down at Heather sheepishly, knowing that she hadn’t really done the job she had intended. “So… did you want to pay me in cash, or…?”

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She hadn’t felt like this in years. Not since her marriage or even before it. Her mind was completely consumed by Liam.

For the next few days following the party, Dana and Liam traded texts back and forth. It started at flirty little exchanges and turned into Liam once again showing off his glorious cock for Dana. He sent pictures of it soft and hard. He compared to items like a banana, wine bottle, anything he could find around the house.

Dana loved it. She got a kick out of Liam being so willing to show it off for her. The conversations they had would almost immediately turn racy.

“It’s so huuuuuge!” said Dana.

“Glad you like.”

“I still can’t believe what happened”

“You’re amazing”

Dana smiled at her phone. “Thanks. I did my best! Lol”

“What was your favorite part?”

She spent a minute pondering the question before typing out a response. “I love it when you cum because it just seems to go on and on forever.”

“I do too :)”

Dana replayed some videos Liam sent her of him ejaculating alone at his apartment. One particular video shows him stroking his cock into the shower. Cum sprays everywhere in thick, white streams, unbroken as they launch from his dick.

She often masturbated to these videos. Occasionally bringing herself to orgasm, but more often going right to the edge. She decided she absolutely wanted to see Liam again, but needed to check with Marin first. The other night she learned that Marin and Liam had slept together before. Talking with her first was the right thing to do.

“Hey!” Dana said as she entered the living room. Marin was sitting on the couch working on a project on the coffee table.

“Hi, beautiful.”

“Hey so listen. I wanted to ask you something.”

Marin stopped what she was doing and looked up. “You’re going to see him.”

“See who?”

Marin sighed. “Liam, my love.”

“How’d you know?” Dana looked confused.

Marin returned to her project. “I’ve been around awhile. I can tell when sparks are in the air. And the other night?” she looked up at Dana. “It was a wildfire.”

Dana blushed. “But you guys have a past.”

Marin laughed. “Liam and I are nothing more than acquaintances. Yes I may have perhaps taken the horse for a ride outside the stable, but it was a long time ago and not something we’re interested in.”

“No?” asked Dana.

Marin looked up. “There was a lot of libations that night.” She smiled as she continued her work. “Besides. Why do you think I invited you to help with my shoot the other day?”

“Thanks, Marin. For everything. I feel like a new woman.”

“Don’t thank me. Thank Mr. Big Dick!” Marin teased.

“Can I ask you a question? How did you… how does it…”

“Fit?” asked Marin. Dana nodded.

“Have you ever heard the expression ‘slow and steady wins the race’? Well, that couldn’t be more true with our friend Liam.”

Dana shook her head in disbelief. “Did you take all of him?”

Marin laughed. “It was many years ago, dear. I’m sure I did. Or most. You’re in for a glorious treat. That is, if you’re to take him on.”

As Dana stood up to go get ready, she looked down at Marin’s project. She was working with a clay-like substance, molding it into different objects. She couldn’t help but notice the piece in her hand was strikingly similar to a certain male body part.

“Do I even wanna know what this project is?”

Marin shook her head. “I doubt it. But you may want to once it’s done,” she winked.

Dana shook her head as she walked towards her room and closed the door.

————-

The place reeked of seafood and stale beer. Dana immediately felt overdressed in her thin, white sundress. She felt the eyes from the bar patrons as she walked briskly past them, showing off just enough cleavage to draw attention.

As she scanned the restaurant, she noticed Liam sitting at the last seat at the bar with an open stool next to him. He cheerfully waved her over.

“So is this your idea of an elegant evening?” she asked, sarcastically.

“What’s not to love!?” Liam said as he stood up to hug Dana before she took her seat. “The bar popcorn is fantastic here. The jukebox is always on. And the fried clams are to die for.”

Dana looked around, nodding her head. “Ya know, I can always enjoy a nice dive bar from time to time.”

Dana looked Liam up and down. He was wearing a tight, dark green t-shirt. His muscles were practically bursting through. He had on tight, ripped jeans and flip flops. Dana found it amusing their mismatch of clothing choice. She was dressed for a night at the yacht club while he was looking like he’d be smoking a joint on the beach. She reminded herself of their age difference as she enjoyed an ice cold Coors Light and laughed with Liam over his silly jokes.

“What?!” asked Liam, as he struggled to get through a story he was telling Dana. “I really had to go!”

“You could have waited until there was a restroom. Or at least the woods or something!”

“Wasn’t possible. bodrum escort Sometimes when you gotta go, you gotta go.”

The two had excellent chemistry. Laughing and joking all night long as different people came and went all around them. Dana hadn’t felt this way in years as she and Liam flirted heavily. She sensed it was almost time to end or extend the evening. She hoped it wouldn’t end.

During a brief lull in the conversation, Dana leaned in, clutching Liam’s muscular arm. “Can I just tell you something,” she started.

Liam nodded and leaned in. As if Dana was about to tell him a big secret.

She looked around and lowered her voice. “The other night was absolutely crazy.

“I’ve never done anything like that in my life. It was so… so surreal! Almost as if none of it ever happened.”

Liam smiled and nodded as he took a sip of his beer. “Oh, but it did,” he winked at her.

Dana shook her head. “Still can’t get over it. Your…” she lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “Your fucking penis is so big.”

The two of them cracked up laughing, as they had been doing all night. “Yeah?” Liam asked as he leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms.

“Yes!” Dana said as she began to blush. “It’s enormous. I can’t believe I did the things I did to it.”

Liam’s eyes got wide. “But you did. And my God you were incredible.”

Dana was not one to brag and she didn’t take compliments well. “I was living in the moment. But I have no regrets…

“So tell me one thing. When did you find out you had such a big one? Is this something guys talk about to each other?”

Liam shrugged. “Not really. We kind of rely on you guys to tell us. I dated this girl in college who was, like, obsessed with it. Constantly measuring it, comparing things to it. Showing it to her friends-“

“She showed it to her friends?! Like in pictures?” Dana asked. She no longer lowered her voice.

“No! She would invite them over. Make me whip it out. It was kinda wild.” Liam shifted in his seat and took a sip. As he did so, Dana stoke a glance at his crotch, noticing it was expanding.

“So kind of like the other night?” she asked.

“Yeah, exactly. That was when I realized I may have something. One thing led to another and now I’ve got the site and everything. Kind of a niche thing.”

“Do all the girls that hire you do what me and Marin did?” Dana asked, afraid to hear the answer.

Liam paused. His expression turned serious. “Dana… the truth is… yes. Yes they do. And sometimes more.”

“I see,” Dana crossed her arms in her lap, scanning around the restaurant.

“Does that bother you?”

“No, no, don’t be silly. It’s your business.”

“I never do this with customers. Only you.” Liam reached over and gently lifted Dana’s head by her chin so that they made eye contact. “You’re a special one, Dana.”

She couldn’t help but smile and feel warm. “Thank you. You are too.”

“Get out of here?”

“Yes,” Dana said with conviction.

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They were barely through the doorway of Liam’s apartment before Dana’s tongue was down his throat. Her arms around his neck and legs wrapped around his waist. Liam effortlessly carried Dana down the hallway into the living room in the back of the apartment, passionately kissing the whole way.

He let her down slowly on the couch, pushing aside his guitar as he climbed on top of her. With his big hands, he reached down and helped Dana take off her dress. She was wearing sexy black panties and a black bra. Liam devoured her breasts as he caressed them over her bra. Dana breathed deeply as she spread her legs and closed her eyes. Her fingers ran through Liam’s hair as he got acquainted with her chest.

Dana helped him out by unclasping her bra, revealing her gorgeous breasts for the first time. Liam held her hands by his side and stood up to admire her sexy physique. “You’re stunning,” he said quietly to her as he took in the view. He then removed his shirt, revealing his large muscles and chiseled abs.

She raised her dainty foot with painted nails and ran it down Liam’s stomach, starting at his pecs. She slowly traversed each abdominal muscle with her big toe, admiring their tightness. She continued to investigate with her toes as she reached Liam’s tenting crotch. His big cock was sticking out, down the right pant leg, aching to be let out.

Hungry for it, Dana sat up on the couch and unbuckled his belt. “I’ve been thinking about this for days,” she said as she eagerly looked up at him.

“That makes two of us,” he said as he peered down at her.

Dana unzipped his pants and pulled them down, leaving Liam standing in just his boxer briefs. Next she grabbed them by the waistband and slid them over his protruding dick, releasing it from its dark confines.

It sprung out violently, slapping Dana directly in the chin. She turned her head and laughed. “Oh my God, this thing!”

Liam laughed too as Dana glared at his cock from inches away. “God, turgut reis escort it just gets more impressive every time I see it. Look at this,” she said as she lifted it up, examining the underside. She then placed it on top of her face and looked up at Liam. “It’s bigger than my head!”

Liam laughed and ran his finger through her golden hair. “It’s a good look on you.”

Dana leaned back on her feet and stroked his cock. She used two hands on the shaft, every once in a while switching one hand to caress his heavy balls. Liam moaned softly while bending his knees. He was as hard as a rock.

“Do you like my big, eleven inch cock?” he asked, taking command of the spellbound Dana.

She nodded as she ran her fingers up and down the underside of the shaft. “I do.”

“Then say it,” he demanded.

“I love your eleven inch cock,” she said, staring at it. Liam’s cock pulsed with arousal as precum spilled out.

“I want it in my mouth again,” said Dana as she gently kissed the tip several times before engulfing his swollen head whole.

“Mmmmmm.” Liam groaned at first contact. The warmth of Dana’s mouth sent shivers throughout his entire body.

Unlike the other night, there was no taking it slow for Dana. She had not stopped thinking about the next time she would taste this man since Sunday night and was making it count. In an instant, she had a third of him deep down her throat as she stroked his shaft with both hands.

Overcome with intense feelings of pleasure, both Liam and Dana moaned in unison as she sucked on his hardened pole. She was blowing him with fervor, sucking in every taste, every smell, every feeling of his colossal penis deep down her throat.

Much like the other night, Dana would occasionally use one hand to finger herself, over her panties while she engulfed him. She massaged her clit with a purpose, moaning softly albeit muffled with a mouthful.

Liam’s breathing increased and his stance strengthened. Dana held onto his big thigh for support and could feel it was rock hard and bracing for an orgasm. His balls were tight too as they prepared for blast off.

She ached for his cum.

And it didn’t take long.

After only a few minutes, Liam was boiling. “Oh. Ohhh. Ohhh, mmmm fuck. Fuck! FUCK!”

He arched his head back and pushed his pelvis out as his balls began to empty and the floodgates opened.

At first, Dana thought she could handle it. She felt a warm sensation deep in her throat. So deep, in fact, that she swallowed what she assumed to be the first blast with relative ease. She felt his cock throb in her hand and mouth as a second powerful load entered her throat. Again, she swallowed, feeling the hot and sticky goop travel down her esophagus.

But nothing could prepare her for the ensuing blasts, all powerful, all increasing in volume. She gagged a bit as she quickly pulled his gushing member out of her mouth. She gasped for air as Liam took control of his spasming dick, launching ropes up over her head onto the couch behind her.

Dana regained composure quickly, managing to take control back. She used both hands to aim his orgasm at her chest.

“Oh shit! Fuck yes Dana!” Liam muttered as she squeezed out thick cumblasts, caking her chest and abs. She watched him unload as much of his spunk traveled down her body, covering her panties below. There was so much of it.

“Wow,” she said quietly to herself as she rubbed and tugged at his cock, in awe of the sperm spectacle happening in front of her. Cum still dripped from her mouth as he finished. Dana released his cock and inspected the mess left all over her. Liam took hold and stroked out a couple last dribbles. Dana giggled as he let them fall onto her thighs. “It just never stops, huh?” she asked sweetly, smiling up at him. Liam shook his head. His orgasm had finally concluded.

Liam helped Dana to her feet. They both looked down at the incredible amount of cum still dripping from her tight yoga body. “How about a shower?”

“Ya think?” she teased. Liam took her hand and led her through the living room into his master bathroom. She watched his muscular butt the whole way. He was glistening with sweat. As they stood next to the shower waiting for the water to warm, Dana noticed she was dripping.

“Oh shit, it’s getting everywhere.” She clumsily tried to collect the cum off her body.

Liam laughed. “Don’t worry about it. It’s fine, I’ll take care of it!” He paused to look at the white goop all over her. “I really got you huh?”

“Very funny,” Dana said, rolling her eyes. “I think you have a problem. You should really get that checked out,” she joked.

“But then I can’t drench you like this!” Liam reached out and helped scoop some cum off of Dana. He checked the water. It was ready. “After you, my lady.”

Dana still hadn’t been naked yet. She realized there was no turning back now. She slowly removed her panties and dropped them to the floor. Aside from a recent fling, no one had seen her türkbükü escort vagina other than her husband in probably 10 years. She kept it neatly shaved, but never completely bare. Her tiny triangle of pubic hair was dark, unlike her golden blonde hair.

She watched Liam look down at her pussy. He smiled and kissed her passionately. They embraced. Dana could feel his rock hard cock pressed against her belly. Liam opened the shower door and stepped aside to let her in. She passed by, lifting his huge cock up out of the way to pass. “Like a toll booth gate or something,” she giggled.

In the shower, Dana and Liam soaped each other up. Liam used his big hands to clean Dana from head to toe. He stopped as he reached her crotch, slowly slipping a finger into her crevice. She giggled and slapped his hand away. “You’re bad!” she teased.

Dana reached down and grabbed Liam’s cock. “I can however.” Liam smiled and raised his hands up. “Be my guest!”

“How the hell are you this hard again?” Dana stroked his cock using soap as lube. She fondled his balls with her other hand.

“I never went soft. You’ve got me all worked up, I’m afraid.”

“This is amazing.” Dana stroked him a little more before she placed his cock up against her tummy. “It’s like my whole abdomen.”

“Do you love it?”

Dana didn’t answer. She continued to stare at his cock, tracing the shaft with her finger. She squeezed it, sensing its hardness.

“Dana,” Liam said. She looked up with a helpless look in her eyes. “Tell me. Do you love this cock?”

Dana nodded as she stared into his eyes.

“Do you want this inside you?”

She nodded again, this time moaning softly.

“Come into my bedroom in three minutes,” Liam said as he peeled her hand off his penis and exited the shower stall. Dana exhaled deeply. She felt her pussy and discovered it was throbbing with arousal. She hadn’t recalled being this worked up in years, maybe ever.

It was time for her to find out what it felt like to take Liam’s monster cock inside her.

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Dana’s stomach was in knots. She was so excited and nervous. She finished washing up frantically as she fantasized about what was to happen next. She reached down and cupped her vagina, feeling her intense warmth. She could tell she was wet from arousal even with the shower water streaming down her body.

Even leading up to her divorce, it had been many months since she had sex with her ex-husband. They had already fallen out. The last time she had sex was a couple months ago with a man she met at the gym. Dana recalled it as unremarkable. Vanilla and bland. Liam was sure to be an amazing experience. She had never been with a man so attractive and well endowed. Her nerves shook as she turned the faucet off. No sounds could be heard from the other room as Dana carefully dried off.

She took one look in the mirror, adjusted her still wet hair, wrapped the towel around her body and left for the bedroom.

“Oh my God,” Dana said as she paused in the doorway. Liam, completely naked, was laying on his back in bed, stroking his cock as he grinned at her. His big legs were spread evenly apart. His immense body nearly took up the entire king size bed. “Look at you,” she said.

“Look at YOU,” he responded. “You’re so beautiful. Come here and let me admire you.”

Dana walked over and sat down on the edge of the bed. Her eyes locked onto Liam’s towering cock the entire time. She reached over and took hold of it, holding it steady from the base. It wasn’t just hard, it was throbbing. She stared at the shaft, from top to bottom. It was so hard, it felt like it was going to burst at any moment.

Liam unraveled Dana’s towel. It fell off easily, revealing her nearly flawless body and round, perky tits. He cupped one in his hand, slowly caressing her nipple with his thumb. “You’re a ten.”

“Stop,” Dana said, unwilling to accept the compliment as she stared hopelessly at his penis.

“No, Dana. You are. You’re gorgeous inside and out. Come here.” Liam effortlessly lifted Dana up by under her arms as if she were a toddler. He positioned her on his lap as he slid up so his back was firmly against the headboard. Their naked bodies, still a little wet from the shower, pressed up against each other with nothing but Liam’s penis separating them.

And it was blatantly in the way. So much so that Dana cracked up laughing as she clutched Liam’s arms and looked down between them. In this position, his cock was firmly nestled between Dana’s boobs. She playfully squeezed them together, barely enveloping his massive stalk.

“You’re so big and hard,” she whispered.

“It’s big and hard for you. Do you want it?” he asked, staring at her eyes as he tried to read her emotions.

“I’ve never been with a man so big.”

“Do you want it?” Liam asked again, this time holding her chin to raise her head. The two locked eyes.

“Yes,” Dana whimpered with desperation in her voice. “I want it.”

Liam dug his tongue into Dana’s mouth as he picked her up and spun her around on her back. She spread her legs and looked up at him. “Please be careful.”

Liam stared at her open cunt, dripping with lust. He licked his fingers and tested her, quickly realizing how wet she had become. He grinned with pleasure. After stroking his cock a couple of times, he paused, staring at her crotch.

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Well, as I awoke the next morning with a very heavy head from all the beer the night before many thoughts crept into my mind.

One was “What the hell did I do last night?” as I really wasn’t sure. Another was “Did I dream all that shit or did mom really stop by?”

I had to quit drinking so much that it would screw up my memory. My wife was sleeping soundly beside of me and I never heard her come in from work. I didn’t even remember comming to bed last night. I had on clean underwear and my memory failed me yet again because I didn’t even remember putting them on.

At least it was Sunday and I could relax all day and try to remember what the fuck I did the previous evening. My mind was quizzing me trying to bring things to the surface.

The blurred memories I was able to summon to the forefront were feeling like a dream. “Did I get in the pool naked with my mother?” was a disturbing thought. Even more disturbing was the fact that I was aroused thinking about if I had.

“And what about Debbie, was she at her mother’s late last night?” I thought as well.

These questions all needed answers because my brain couldn’t relax until I knew for certain what went on. I popped a few asprin and grabbed a bite to eat to hopefully settle the pounding in my head and allow me to sort things out.

I switched on the tube and turned it to an old movie I had seen a few times and basically sat with my head in my hands. I know I am an exhibitionist but would I really resort to being naked in front of my own mom? What if she drops by this evening to visit, do I act like nothing happened or did anything really happen? It didn’t appear my headache was going away easily.

I must’ve dosed off in the recliner because the next thing I knew my wife’s alarm was going off because she had to go to work. The nap must have done some good though because my head was no longer thumping as it was earlier. She showered and dressed without any questions of the evening before and I was relieved at least by that. I walked her to the car and kissed her bye for the night which was the usual when she had the weekend shift. All seemed normal so nobody had said anything to her about me being drunk and naughty.

I was relaxing on the deck when Debbie pulled in behind her mom’s house. I took a deep breath and hoped nothing would happen yet again, and I was rewarded as she and her mom drove away to church. “Maybe I was dreaming all that crazy shit!” I reassured myself.

I stood and stretched and noticed a bunch of crap floating in the pool. “Well, here we go again.” I told myself as I knew I had to skim that shit away. I went inside and put on my usual spandex bodrum bayan eskort shorts and white tee shirt and went about the task at hand. When I finished I went inside to grab a drink. There was only one beer in the fridge and that put my mind to work yet again. “There was at least two cases yesterday and now only one can, damnit man, I did get shitfaced, didn’t I.” I said out loud to myself.

I went to the outside trash can and sure enough all of the empties were there. “I couldn’t have drank all of those alone.” I told myself. I went into the bathroom and checked for wet clothes. Sure enough my wet shit was in the hamper, but my wife’s suits were still hanging and were quite dry. “Maybe I spilled a lot of that shit.” I said. “After all, I did feel quite shitty this morning.” I continued. The dry suits confirmed they had not been used, but then again my flash memories told me mom didn’t wear but the one earlier and it surely had time to dry on it’s own being hung that way.

I grabbed a soda and went back to the deck to think some more. I was very confused and just the attempts to remember were frustrating as hell. The thoughts that seemed like a dream were causing my dick to stir a bit. It actually made me horny thinking about skinny dipping with mom, but the idea that Debbie was only a door away at the time made my erection start pulsateing and created a huge bulge in my shorts. “I hope the fuck mom stays away tonight.” I said as I rubbed my dick through my shorts.

It was now getting a little dark out and Debbie returned with her mom and walked her in the house. They were both dressed nicely so I was certain they had been to church that evening. From my vantage point I saw a light come on upstairs next door and could make out a shadow passing by the blinds. I imagined the blinds opening and Debbie changeing out of her church clothes in my line of sight.

I guess my imagination took me away briefly and before I knew what was happening my mom was entering the gate to the rear of my yard. I jerked my hand away from my bulge which I was rubbing pretty hard to the thoughts I was having about Debbie. Now I was concerned again about the previous evening.

“Hey hon,” mom said “Have you had supper?” she asked.

“Not really hungry yet.” I answered.

She looked into the trash can by the deck and said “You didn’t drink all that I hope.”

I was a little relieved when she said that as it sort of said she didn’t stop by the day before.

I took a deep breath and stood to look into the trash can. I forgot all about my bulging cock in my shorts until bodrum escort I heard mom cough and saw her turn her head quickly away. “I don’t remember drinking all that.” I told her as I sat back down.

“If you don’t remember drinking the beer yesterday then you probably don’t remember much else then, do you?” she asked.

Now I was concerned again as I said “I don’t even remember going to bed last night if truth be known.” I was still aware of my dick bulging in my shorts because I guess my subconscious thoughts were telling me now that I hadn’t dreamed all that shit. I stood up again.

This time mom’s gaze didn’t drift away from my bulge. I also noticed Debbie looking from across the way. I wasn’t drunk and I wasn’t dreaming. What was my next move? I asked mom “You want a soda or something?” and I turned to face Debbie for a brief moment. I think my exhibitionist tendencies were takeing over.

“Yes, I believe I would like a cold soda.” mom answered. With that said I went inside and got the soda. I looked out the window and saw mom walking toward the fence from my side and Debbie approaching from her side as though they were going to the old “Gossip Fence”. “HMMMM.”

I went back out with two cold drinks and sat mom’s on the little table next to where she had been sitting and stood faceing them as I turned mine up and took a large drink. Debbie was talking to mom but looking past her at me. “I wonder what the fuck they’re talking about?” I asked myself. I sat back down and awaited mom’s return.

It was a short conversation as mom was soon on her way back to the deck with me. “What was that all about?” I asked mom.

“I was asking about her mother?” she told me. “We worked together years ago so I was just concerned why Debbie would be there so late last night.” she added.

I almost choked on my soda when she said that. “Was Debbie over there late last night?” I asked.

“Don’t you remembner?” mom asked “You yourself questioned her late arrival as well.” she added.

“I, I guess I was pretty drunk, huh.” I stated. I guess not being drunk now and putting on a little show for her was enough for her to enlighten me a bit on the previous nights activities. “Anyway, I guess her mom is alright because they just went to Church a little bit ago.” I informed her.

“She’s fine.” mom told me.

Now I have a bit of a problem, do I keep the game going or do I change the way things are going? “So, just why was she there so late?” I asked.

“Her mother thought she was having a heart attack but it was only anxiety.” she answered. “Debbie said it happens bodrum bayan escort a lot but she can’t ignore it.” mom added.

About that instant a flash of lightening streaked across the sky and thunder rumbled.

“I guess that rules out my thoughts of takeing a dip!” I said sharply. A couple of big raindrops slapped on the deck boards so we retreated to the covered part of the porch for shelter. No sooner than we were under the cover mom said “We need the chairs.”

The rain was comming down so I told mom to go in and get a towel and I would retreive the chairs. In just the couple of seconds it took me to get the chairs in from the rain I got really wet. As was usually the case with my shorts they got pretty much transparent when wet, and I got pretty wet.

Mom returned with the towel and started drying one of the chairs. She was bent at the waist and her ass was faceing my direction and shaking a bit as she toweled her chair dry. My dick twitched at the view. I thought “I really am a fucking perv.”

Mom backed up a little and with the covered section of the porch being a little cramped she backed into my crotch. It was intense to say the least. I couldn’t back away without backing out into the down pour so I just held my ground. I held my breath until she was no longer against me.

Mom turned and was basically only inches from me as she held the towel out to me. “Thanks.” I said as I grabbed it and began drying my chair. I now had my ass pointing at her and taking her lead I backed up allowing my ass to rub against her. I finished and turned to sit and mom seated herself at the same time.

While sitting I used the towel to vigorously towel the rain from my hair. I watched mom’s eyes as the peered down to my crotch. “Just what the hell did I do last night?” I asked point blank. “Did I do some stupid shit or something?” I also asked.

Mom laughed a bit and said “Nothing too stupid.” then she laughed a bit more.

“Must have been pretty stupid.” I said followed by “You sure are haveing a good laugh about it.”

The breif cloud burst stopped and mom said “Sure does magnify the heat when storms like that come up.”

I stepped out into the open and looked around. “Looks like it’s all gone.” I told her as I grabbed my chair and placed it back to it’s normal location. “Maybe I can get that swim in after all.” I added.

Debbie was on her mother’s porch looking in our direction. “I see Debbie’s still there.” I told mom.

“She said she was staying the night and takeing her mom to the doctor early in the morning.” mom informed me. In less than a minute after that Debbie was at our gate talking to mom yet again.

I made my way into the pool and back floated around as they chatted. I had time to think and was very aroused and began dareing myself to go join the conversation. My dick was clearly visible and I had the perfect chance to step right in front of Debbie and see if her eyes would make their way to my cock bulge. I was going to go for it.

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When I got to her office, Christina was dressed perfectly. A light blue button up blouse and a short black pencil skirt fit her perfectly. She was wearing her mask, but I could tell that she was smiling. I told her happy Friday and that I loved that blouse on her. She blushed a little bit, and I flirtatiously asked her if her lipstick matched her blouse.

We pulled off our masks and both chuckled at our silly flirting. She had a hint of gloss on her lips, and I remarked that it was subtle and perfect. Normally she wore a bolder or deeper color, but she told me that the gloss was so it wouldn’t leave anything … on her coffee mugs. I’m not going to lie, I was already at half mast, and I could tell that she wasn’t going to let up today.

Christina and I had worked on several contracts over the years, and she had repeatedly told me that she would choose me for any contract that I bid on.

We walked into the conference room to sign the paperwork, and as she leaned over me to point out where the contracts needed signed, I could see down her shirt. This couldn’t be an accident. I tried to be subtle, but she couldn’t have accidentally worn a revealing shirt, and an all lace red bra on a day that she knew she’d see me, right?

Or was I making this up in my mind…

Shit, I needed to concentrate on the expensive contract.

I thought that I’d finished every signature, but then she pulled out the duplicate copy that needed my signatures.

Again she was leaning over me, and somehow her shirt was even more revealing this time. Her bra had a simple little bow in between her breasts. And I knew that if I stood up, it’d be obvious how hard I was.

And then it happened, she caught me looking. Holy fuck was she mad! She slapped me hard, and then she tore up the contracts! I’d ruined it.

As I sat there shocked, I apologized, but then I blurted out, “I can’t believe that you slapped me!” I could tell that she was embarrassed by that. She said “Yeah, I’m sorry. I got a little carried away.”

I realized then, that I had a bit of an advantage. “Yeah, my bodrum escort bayan cheek still hurts, and you tore up the contracts!”

She was a bit dismayed. “I can print out new ones?” she offered. She came back after a few minutes with new copies, but for fucks sake, she did the same thing! She leaned over me, and I think she’d unbuttoned a button! I could tell through the thin bra, her nipples were very erect. I got lost in the thought of burying my face in her breasts and my cock in her pussy.

Once more a hard slap, but out of either self-defense or being teased, I slapped her back… but I slapped her hard, right on her ass. She gasped and groaned and took in a deep breath.

I’d never been slapped as a sexual act, and I wasn’t 100% that she was into slapping me, but she DEFINITELY like getting slapped on her ass. When she finally made eye contact, I said “I’m sorry, but you deserved it!”

“Don’t be sorry. I liked it.” I could tell by her sheepish smile that she wanted more attention.

“I do owe you one more slap.” I growled at her. She immediately bent over the table. I’m not an ass guy, but that skirt on her hips would make any grown man cry. I stared for a bit too long, “Are you going to pay me back or not?”

I leaned over her, pressing her onto the table and making her feel the bulge she had created. I put my hands on her hips and began sliding them down her thighs, kneeling behind her until I reached the edge of her skirt.

I slipped my hands under her skirt and as I touched her skin, she let out a playful giggle and that filled my cock with excitement. I pushed the skirt up, and my hands made their way to her beautiful ass. That dirty girl wasn’t even wearing panties. I could feel the warmth of her excitement as I traced my fingers over her exposed pussy.

She let out a little moan as I brushed over her lips. I whispered into her ear, “Damn, you’re beautiful” as I slid my hands back over her bare ass. “I did promise you one more slap.” She giggled and wiggled her ass. I gave her a firm slap, ortakent escort and asked her “Did you wear that shirt to tease me?”

She nodded her head guiltily, and I said “How did it work out?” But I was intentionally distracting her, running my hands over her ass, and teasing her pussy and insides of her thighs.

She let out a deep moan as I finally knelt behind her and placed a kiss onto her ass.

“I think before you get any more rewards for your naughtiness, that you should remove your shirt.”

“Yes sir!”

I gave her ass another playful slap as she turned around, and she in turn ran her hand over the bulge in my pants. As she unbuttoned her shirt, I placed my hands on either side of her face and kissed her deeply. She practically melted into my mouth, as I reached around and firmly grabbed her ass, pulling her into me.

I kissed my way down her neck, stopping at her collar bone and sucking her smell in. As her shirt finally came off, I stepped back … It was my turn to moan. She was perfect, her red lace bra showed her perfect nipples, and her skirt sat perfectly on the curve of her hips.

She had a few of the cutest freckles that decorated her light skin tone. As I marveled at her angelic body, she reached out again and ran her fingers up my cock, to my belt buckle. I literally shivered.

As I continued kissing my way down her chest, she began unbuckling my belt. Soon it became a contest of who could taste who first. I gave her the lightest pecks on her breasts, and then kissed her nipples. She paused unbuttoning my pants as she was distracted as I played with her nipple in between my tongue and lips.

She grabbed my head and encouraged me to worship her breast, and she moaned, “oh god, more!” I pinched her nipple lightly in between my lips and her back arched and her fingers dug into my scalp. I decided to overwhelm her, so I reached over with my right hand and played with her other nipple, while I used my left hand to slowly run my fingers over her pussy.

She almost gümbet escort collapsed into the chair. I knelt in front of her beauty, pants about to fall off, and leaned forward to kiss her exposed lips. She sucked in her breath as I licked my way up her lips and settled on her clit. I teased it a little, then just as I sucked on her clit, I slipped a finger in and reached up with my other hand to tease her nipple again.

As I French kissed her clit, she started moaning loudly and grabbed my hair. I used my finger to press the inside of her pussy, my tongue to lick her clit, and my hand to tease her nipple. It was simply too much, her back arched and she clawed my head as wave after wave of orgasm exploded. She clenched her muscles around my finger and held my face against her wetness.

Finally, she let go. I moaned into her as she allowed my head to move back. And she said, “Let me see it!” I stood up in front of her and she lustily reached for my zipper. As she pulled down my pants, my boxers could barely hold him back.

She leaned forward and lightly kissed my happy trail and followed it down. She reached for my hips, simultaneously got out of the chair and pushed me into it. My cock was now fully erect and on display.

She knelt down in front of me and began teasing my balls with her hand and giving my head the attention it deserved with her. My hands gripped the arms of the chair as she finally sucked my head into her mouth. Out of nowhere, she shoved tip to base into her throat. Holy fuck…I could feel her throat accepting my shaft, and her tongue still flirting with my manhood.

In and out. I grabbed a fistful of her hair. In and out. In and out. She introduced one hand and begins stroking as she focuses her lips and tongue on the head.

She must be trying to overwhelm me as she brought her other hand to my balls and now every inch of me was covered in sensation. From the heat of her mouth to her stroke of me and the gentle play of them below, I couldn’t help but thrust myself in rhythm to her stokes

In and out. In and out. I could feel the pleasure becoming too much to bear and as I moaned, “Oh fuck!” Her response was to moan with me and keep the rhythm. As I released, she continued moaning and stroking, and my grip on her hair is the only thing that I had to keep from shaking my entire body.

She licked up every drop of me as I sank into the chair trying to collect myself.

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First of all, I’m definitely not an exhibitionist! I do however have a knack of being caught out unintentionally, showing something that I’d rather keep covered up.

I wrote this story on another website, which I no longer use, so apologies if you’re already adversed with this.

As it’s approaching my 10th wedding anniversary, I thought that I’d share what happened to me in public on my honeymoon.

My husband Steve and I had booked a lovely villa on a beautiful Greek island. As it was our first experience together we’d gone all out and rented a place with a nice private pool.

Our time were spent enjoying each other, eating & often drinking too much. It was so hot that throughout the days I’d worn various skimpy outfits, short thin see through dresses etc that I’d felt a little uncomfortable in, but hubby loved.

We’d been to the local beach almost daily and had sat in various parts each time, so about a week in, hubby suggested we explore a little further. A 10 minute trek across the sand revealed that this was the nude part of the beach. About half the people were naked and enjoying the sun. Steve put our stuff down a little away from everyone and I stripped down to my bikini. To his disappointment I couldn’t bring myself to take even my top off.

The following day, I felt a bit of a prude for not even going topless so agreed to strip off in our villa pool (despite our neighbours villa overlooking our back yard) we had a nice lunch and a little wine. I put on my bikini and we got in the pool. Steve untied my bikini top and tossed it about 20 feet away. He cheekily also untied my bottoms and they received the same fate! Steve gave my breasts a good grope and suck, before sticking his two fingers deep in my pussy. As he grabbed me from behind, I felt his cock inside me.

After that I was quite tired and opted to lie on the sun lounger at the end of the pool and catch some rays au natural. The lounger escort bodrum was located directly in front of the neighbours balcony window type thing, but that was closed. Steve went inside to take a shower.

I fell asleep immediately and must have lied there for about two hours, when I heard voices coming from next door. At first I ignored them, I remember that it wasn’t until I heard the click sounds of a camera that I actually opened my eyes. I looked up and to my horror two older Greek men were sitting at a table on the balcony looking down at me. My legs were wide open and my lips on full display to them, not to mention my 36C breasts! They had been enjoying a late lunch and my body and had possibly got some souvenir snaps?

I slowly got up, resisted the urge to run in screaming and walked quickly inside. Steve was asleep on the sofa, I woke him up and protested what had happened. To my astonishment, he said that he’d heard them about an hour or so before and had tried to warn me but I had “ignored him”.

I asked him what we could do? Surely it was illegal to take voyeuristic photo’s? Then Steve reminded me of all the nude and topless photo postcards of unsuspecting tourists’ that we`d seen in the souvenir shops etc At that moment I hoped that I wasn’t going to be immortalised on a postcard forever?

A few days passed and we kept running into our neighbours in the street etc, they were always very friendly, but I felt embarrassed that they’d seen me naked. I decided to be a lot more careful now and vowed to keep my bikini on.

We got to our last day, cleaned the villa up, met with George the owner and got our deposit back. He was a lovely guy and had even took us the airport and said to call him if we needed anything.

When we got to the airport, we checked in our luggage to suddenly be told that our flight had been overbooked and if we agreed to take the last flight bodrum sınırsız escort back we’d be financially compensated. It was 1pm now so we had 10 hours to kill.

We called George and he said we could use the villa pool, as he had a spare key to his back yard hidden, but he wasn’t able to meet us to give access to the house. We got a taxi back to the villa, found the key and entered.

It was so hot and we wanted to get in the pool, but now had no swimwear as everything was at the airport in our suitcases. At that moment, I lost my inhibitions, stripped down to my sexy wedding undies and then naked and got in, Steve followed my lead totally oblivious of our neighbours. I even lied on the lounger not caring who saw me, in fact I felt so horny that I might be seen that lied on my back, legs opened.

it was now 3pm and I suggested that we go to the beach. Steve had no idea that I meant the nude one that a week earlier I was too scared to go topless on. So without further ado we were on our way.

We arrived and found a spot among an array of naked bod’s, Steve went off to rent some beach mats and a parasol. As soon as Steve was out of sight, I stood and stripped everything off, I didn’t hesitate. By the time Steve came back, I was sitting naked on my dress applying sun lotion. He was quite taken back that I was naked so quickly, no gradual stripping, no build up. He slipped out of his clothes and put lotion on.

It felt so amazingly liberating to be naked, I was a little annoyed with myself, for not trying it sooner. We lied in the sun and walked hand in hand to the water, it was fantastic and free. There were a few people in swimming suits etc but that didn’t faze me.

After an hour or so, it was time for Steve to cover up as he has pale skin and he doesn’t take chances after previous incidents. As he got changed, this prompted the naked bodrum otele gelen escort German girl beside us to ask if he’d changed his mind? I noticed she’d shaved her genitals as had her boyfriend. I explained about his skin and we got into a discussion about skin types. As I’m half Italian, I’ve inherited my father’s olive skin more than my English mother’s.

As time went on, people began to leave and I remained naked. Steve and I even went on a walk together, we passed many fully clothed people, people in swimsuits but no nudes! Steve still had his camera, so took a picture of me in my birthday suit. After that, we were approached by a local man who offered to take a picture of us together. It felt odd being photographed naked by a stranger but kind of sexy. He even showed us some rocks to use as scenery and took a few pics of me alone, sitting on one.

By the time we returned to our spot it was about 6pm, all the nude people within view had either covered up or disappeared? Steve subtly looked around and confirmed that I was the only one still naked.

He said “I supposed you’re going to get dressed now.”

“Do you really want me to?” I replied with a silly grin on my face.

He smiled back and said “it’s up to you, but I think everyone on this beach has seen you naked by now.”

I lied back on the mat and said “just a little longer, the sun’s going down, why don’t you strip too?” knowing Steve wouldn’t.

Steve shook his head.

10 mins later the man came to reclaim the beach mats and parasol, leaving me laying on my dress on the sand.

There was now absolutely no reason to really be naked, but I didn’t care, Steve even suggested I put my underwear on, as men were now checking me out as they walked past. This only made me want to stay like that. I couldn’t believe that someone as shy as me, would want to be seen like that?

About 7.30, I conceded and put my white silky panties and bra on, as a few clothed young men had started to sit fairly close to us for a good perv.

I stayed like that until the sun started to set and only put my dress on, once the sun sank from view.

We headed off into town and got a taxi to the airport.

On the flight home, Steve asked if this was beginning of my exhibitionism, I told him it could be?

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In my never-ending search to make ends meet in this economy, in addition to my party planning, nude bar-tending/waitering gigs, I occasionally grab a housecleaning job.

However, total CFNM aficionado and exhibitionist that I am, I never do just normal, run-of-the-mill cleaning!

I got a call from a lady in Westwood, who wanted someone to come over and tidy up her guest bath. She liked my website ads and thought it would be more fun than hiring a mainstream maid service.

She enjoyed reading a bit of my other adventures, (I often write my adventures in my blog) and liked the idea of being able to order me around. She hoped it would be a bit therapeutic for her. As I like a challenge she asked if I would be willing to clean the bathroom wearing some things she was willing to give me. I did ask if I could bring my own cleaning solvents.

She had just recently divorced and was feeling a bit like taking it out on a man, without really doing anything severe or getting herself into trouble. We chatted for a while. We agreed that she could take out a few aggression’s as long as no real pain or danger was involved and that I would be willing to be at her command for the right price…LOL.

I always like a challenge. I grabbed some “green” cleaning supplies, gentler on the skin, as I didn’t know exactly what I was going to do, but figured I was going to end up naked and probably wet and soapy, and headed over.

I got to her place, a very tastefully done condo, she let me in. She was a very attractive 40-something redhead. I imagine that in her youth she resembled Jill St. John a bit. She was dressed in a very attractive lounging outfit, stretch slacks and an oversize print top. It was very modest and covered her, but I could tell that she still had a nice figure.

She was drinking white wine and graciously offered me a glass.

“I don’t imagine that a little wine will interfere with your being able to clean the bathroom, do you?”

“No, ma’am, I’m sure that it won’t.”

After a bit of wine and a few pleasantries, she showed me to the bathroom. I was pleased to see that it was small, but nicely done, with a fancy above counter basin sink, glass tile on the counter, back-splash and floor, and an open shower with just a half wall of clear glass. I was also pleased to see that it was not particularly dirty.

I noticed a small pile of cleaning towels on the floor in the hall outside the bathroom, along with some large sponges and what looked like some men’s underwear.

“You don’t mind if I watch you while you work?” she took a sip of wine. “I am very particular about how I want things done.”

“Not at all ma’am, that’s all part of my service. Would you like me to get started?”

“Yes, but there are some things I would like you to wear while you clean. Is that all right?”

“Of course, as my ad states, you call the shots.”

“Good. Now if you would please take off your clothes.”

She watched me as I kicked off my shoes, and took off my socks and placed them in the hall. I removed my t-shirt, and then unfastened and unbuttoned my jeans. I hadn’t worn any briefs, as I enjoy going “commando” when I wear jeans. I figured it was time for some “role play.” I stood there with my jeans unbuttoned revealing my pubic bush and the base of my cock.

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but I forgot to wear briefs today. If I take off my pants I’ll be naked.”

“Take them off, please.”

I did as instructed and stood there fully naked.

“Very good. Now when we spoke on the phone, you said you would bring a Viagra if I wanted you to.”

“Yes ma’am”

“Did you bring it?”

“Yes ma’am, it’s in the pocket of my jeans.” I don’t normally need it or use it but I have Viagra on-hand in case of requests.

I started to go to the hall to get it but she stopped me and made me stand still. She retrieved the pill from my jeans. She circled around me, making sure to get a good look at my ass. She pressed against me from behind and put the pill in my mouth. Then she raised the glass of wine to my lips and made me swallow the pill.

“I may want to touch you now and then as you clean, is that all right?”

“Of course ma’am, as my ad states, I must follow your orders.”

“Good, as I told you, I need to have some fun. I’ve never had a man willing to do anything I tell him.”

She put one arm around my chest and another around my waist and kissed me softly on the back of my neck and walked back to the pile of stuff in the hall.

“Now put these on.” She tossed me a man’s white athletic sock. I put it on. She tossed over the other sock. I put it on.

She tossed over a “wife beater” t shirt. It was a bit small for me and I tore it a bit while I put it on.

She stood quietly watching, sipping her wine and seemingly enjoying the site.

She picked up a jockstrap and twirled it around in the air. Then she came over to me.

I stood very still as she took the jock and gently swatted my cock and balls with the garment.

She flogged me with it until my cock sprang bodrum escort bayan to full hardness. She flicked it a bit harder, giggling as she watched me squirm with each hit.

“Now put it on. I saw an ad for jockstrap male maids and I want to see you work in a jockstrap.”

It was much too small in the pouch to hold my hard cock, so it stuck out the waistband, pinned against my stomach.

Already my Viagra-powered erection was sticking up through the waistband of the jockstrap.

“Now I think it’s time to clean up.”

She reached for one of the multi-surface spray cleaners that I had brought with me.

“I think you can start on the mirror and vanity.”

With that she took aim at my cock and squirted the head with cleaner. It was cold and I jumped in surprise.

She giggled and handed me the cleaner and was about to hand me one of the cleaning towels, but pulled it back.

“Mmmm…no…let’s see if you are as clever as you are in your blog. Figure something out.”

I though for a bit about what I could use to wash down and dry with. The t-shirt! Lots of people use old t-shirts as cleaning towels.

I couldn’t get out of the damn thing, and it was already torn so I figured “what the hell” and I rip-stripped myself out of it and tore it into two pieces. J had one part to scrub with one part to dry with.

She applauded my effort, and if I do say so myself, it worked pretty well. Next was the toilet. As I said earlier, the room was already very clean, so I could only guess that all this work was for her entertainment rather than truly effective cleaning.

I grabbed one of my other cleaners and started spraying and wiping down the tank, seat and outside of the bowl. The shirt was getting a bit soppy at this point and I was trying to figure out a next move to get at the bowl itself.

She sensed my dilemma and reached under the vanity. She produced a bowl brush.

“This is brand new. It’s never been used before.” I reached out to take it and she gently slapped my hand with it.

“I think it needs breaking in. I’m sure the bristles are stiff.” With that she took the brush and raked it across my bare chest, being sure to graze my nipples. It hurt just enough to be exciting, and I drew in a quick breath.

She seemed to enjoy that a lot. She repeated the gesture, with the same result. Then began working down my torso in a zigzag pattern across my chest and abs. She circled around behind me and repeated this pattern across my shoulders and down my back. She made me spread my legs and began running the brush up and down my calves and thighs. My cock was rock hard and throbbing against the waistband of the jock.

“Your ad was right, I really do ‘call the shots’, don’t I?’

“Yes ma’am. I believe in truth in advertising.”

“And your big cock is very pretty to look at, as you had said.”

“I’m glad it pleases you.”

“You’re very sexually aroused right now, aren’t you?’

“Yes ma’am, I hope that pleases you.”

“When my ex-husband was very aroused, sometimes he liked using these.” She produced a small brown bottle of poppers. “Do you know what this is?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“I want you to use it.”

“Yes ma’am.”

I opened the bottle and took a hit. As the head rush started, she gently ran the brush up along the shaft of my throbbing cock.

I moaned and staggered backwards until I was leaning against the vanity. I’m sure I had a look of surprise on my face. This was something new even to me.

“Interesting, take another hit.”

I did so and again as the rush hit, the brush found its mark. I was thankful that she was being very gentle, as the brush could have rubbed me raw. As it was, she was applying just enough pressure to make every nerve in my cock tingle.

She repeated this scenario several more times, “forcing” me to take a hit of poppers and then working my dick with the brush. This treatment was really “edging” me just to the point of orgasm. She seemed to know just when to stop and then to start again. Sweat was pouring down my torso and pre-cum was flowing from the piss slit of my cock.

“And now I think it’s time to clean the bowl.”

She handed me the brush and headed for the kitchen. Between the poppers and the wild “brush job” I desperately wanted to crank one out, I was so ready to shoot. But I knew that it wasn’t time. And when the time came I knew she wanted to watch. I proceeded to scrub the bowl with the infamous brush.

She returned with refills of wine and offered me some. It was cool and refreshing and I needed it.

“Now I think you should get at the floor.”

The parts of the t-shirt were past being usable, and I couldn’t use the toilet brush. I looked down and thought, “The socks! Lots of people use athletic socks as cleaning rags!”

I stripped off the socks, grabbed some spray floor cleaner and got down on my hands and knees to start wiping up the floor.

I heard her giggle from behind me, and then I felt a spray of the glass bitez escort cleaner hit me right in the ass crack.

I proceeded to spray, scrub and wipe the floor. I was glad that it was a small room, and the glass tile floor was easy to clean. Even so, it was work and the room was warm (especially with the combination of some wine and Viagra) and I was sweating.

I stood up to take a break. The waistband of the jock was bothering my cock, so I tried to rearrange myself a bit. She even came over and attempted to help me arrange myself in the jock, which of course made me too hard to fit in the pouch.

The best I could do at this point was to let my shaft stick out one side of the pouch with my balls dangling out the other side of the pouch.

“I’m sorry ma’am, but I can’t seem to fit properly in the costume you want me to wear.”

“Yes, you are almost obscenely large. I guess it will have to do. I want a jockstrap male maid and you are almost wearing it.”

I got on my hands and knees and got to work on the floor.

I felt my low hangers swinging back and forth as I scrubbed, and I could feel her eyes on me. Sure enough I felt a stream of glass cleaner hit my swinging nut sack. The sensation made my cock start to engorge again. I spread my knees and moaned; I figured I may as well put on a good show since she was enjoying this “target practice”.

She got down on the floor behind me and put her hands on my butt cheeks, squeezing them as I worked. Then she reached under and took my ball sack in her hand, gently but firmly squeezing and pulling. She stopped long enough to produce the bottle of poppers again, and placed them under my nose.

“You know what to do.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Since your cock is too large and unruly to fit properly in the jock, we will just have to make use of it.”

As the head rush hit, she began slowly milking my cock. I had been leaking pre-cum again, and her deft fingers used it to lubricate my shaft.

I admit that I’m a bit of a sex pig, and I enjoy being used, and even slightly abused by someone for their entertainment. I was sweaty and horny and having a great time being man-handled, or woman-handled in this case and forgot that I was supposed to be working. Her slap on my ass reminded me.

“You’re supposed to be cleaning the floor.”

“Yes ma’am. I’m sorry ma’am.”

I returned to wiping down the floor with renewed vigor, and she did the same with milking my cock. She began using it as a handle to direct me to the part of the floor I should do next. Occasionally she would make me take a small hit of poppers. I groaned and started humping her hand as she held my cock.

With that she slapped my ass and made me stand up and face her.

“Not so fast. You are enjoying yourself far too much. And you still have some work to do.”

“Sorry ma’am. I tend to enjoy my work too much sometimes.”

“Well, you have this to distract you.” She began stroking my cock shaft. “It is large and begs for attention and release.”

“Yes ma’am, it sometimes has a mind of its own.”

“Well ‘it’ may not release until I am ready, is that clear.”

“Yes ma’am, absolutely.”

“You still have the shower stall to do.”

“Yes ma’am, I’m right on it.”

I had brought one of those spray wait and rinse tile cleaners. I figures I’d get at the shower stall that way.

The socks were pretty useless by now, so all I had left to use to scrub with was the jockstrap. I figured I could get away with rinsing the walls with the hand held shower head, but I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with the glass partition. It wasn’t very tall or wide, just enough for “decorator” effect. I tried to think how I could make use of the jock.

I was busy spraying down the tile walls and didn’t notice that she had gone and returned, bearing some cold bottled soft drinks. She offered me one. It was cold and refreshing. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was.

“So far, so good, Randy you have done a nice job of cleaning, and been very clever in using only what I gave you to wear. You only have that glass partition to do.”

“Yes, ma’am, I’m afraid this one is puzzling me.”

“I have an idea.” She went to the hall and returned with a very large natural sea sponge.

She took the sponge and crammed it into the pouch of the jock. It was large, and a good part of it stuck out the sides of the pouch. There was no room at all for my cock and balls, so they had to hang free.

She grabbed a bottle of tile/glass cleaner and poured it over the sponge, soaking it and my crotch thoroughly. She took the hand held shower head and sprayed water down the glass partition. Then she pushed my crotch against the glass and moved my butt back and forth along the glass. She was basically making me hump the partition in order to clean it!

She had one hand on the waistband of the jock, and another on my butt, digging in ever so slightly with her nails. The action of humping the glass combined with the sensation gümüşlük escort of her hands manipulating me had my cock at attention once again. It was getting in the way of the sponge action.

She evidently decided that the sponge stuck in the pouch of the jock was not doing a very effective job of cleaning the glass partition.

“Hmmm…this just isn’t as good as I was hoping for. There must be something else we can use. But first, I think that jock has to go.”

She went over to the vanity and searched in one of the drawers. She returned with a small pair of shears.

“Now let me see…” She spun me around so that my butt was facing her. “And yet I really, really wanted a jockstrap maid…there must be something…”

As she spoke she was caressing my butt and toying and tugging on the waistband and leg straps of the jock. I felt her run the tip of the shears along my butt as she contemplated her next action.

She turned me around again so that I was facing her. My hard cock was throbbing and making my low hangers bounce a bit.

“Well this sponge isn’t working well at all.”

With that she pulled it out of the jock pouch, very slowly and making sure to run it along the length of my dick. Then she took my cock, bending it downwards a bit and stuffed it back in the jock pouch. It caused the pouch to distend straight out, and my balls fell out the bottom. She maneuvered my cock and balls around, back and forth, trying to get all of me to stay in the pouch. The act of her manipulating my penis made it rock hard, and containing it in the jock pouch was impossible.

“I think I see part of the problem. Stay very, very still, Randy.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

I know my CFNM clients very well. These scenes usually bring out a bit of the dominatrix in a lot of ladies who think they don’t really have those urges. I can also usually tell if they are getting a bit dangerous. I wasn’t sensing any “alarms” but I knew she was really enjoying having me so much in her control.

“First I think we need to make some slight alterations.”

She very carefully put the shears within the edge of the jock pouch and began to snip.

Slowly she snipped away at the pouch, just below the waistband, then carefully down one side of the pouch, and then the other. My cock sprang free once again, and the fabric that had once been the jock pouch just hung there under my ball sack.

“That’s much better. Now stay still while I take measurements.”

She ran her fingers along my soapy cock, until it was fully engorged, and held the sponge up along side it. She took the shears and began snipping out a hole along the horizontal axis of the sponge. She seemed to be creating a tunnel through the center of the sponge.

She worked for a while and decided to check her progress. She placed it over the head of my cock and pushed. It was a tight fit, but she was creating a hole for my cock to fit into the sponge.

“I see we need to go much deeper.”

She continued to snip and pull away bits of the sponge, trying it on my shaft every so often to see the fit. Bit by bit, she got it to the point that almost all of my cock fit inside. With a bit more soaping and stroking of my cock and a bit more tugging on the sponge, she got my entire shaft inside.

It was a bizarre sight, me standing there, naked, with a sponge sticking out from my crotch. She wet down the sponge with the hand held shower, poured more cleaning solution on it, gave the sponge (and my cock) a good squeeze, and positioned me against the glass.

“Now let’s see you get at that glass partition.”

She walked around so that she could see me from the front. I could only guess what it was that she wanted to see, so I began slowly humping the glass with my sponge covered cock. It felt strangely erotic, wet and slippery, a weird but hot fucking sensation. My balls were starting to ache; I had been aroused for a long time. She pressed herself against the glass, as it was just a half wall, our faces could touch, but not our bodies. She brought her lips very close to mine.

“Your CFNM rules say you can’t touch me unless I permit it.”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“I like your rules. I like controlling you.”

“I am here for your pleasure Ma’am.”

“I am going to tease you and use you until you almost can’t stand it.”

“You call the shots, Ma’am, as my rules say.”

“Look me in the eyes and clean that glass.”

I did so, humping the glass that stood between us, as though I were humping her.

“You are enjoying this a little too much, and I like watching you suffer. It’s incredibly erotic.” She giggled and picked up the bottle of poppers.

“You are not allowed to cum unless I permit it, are you?”

“No Ma’am. I may only cum when and if you allow me too.”

“No matter how badly you want to.”

“No matter how badly,” I groaned. I knew what was coming and it wasn’t going to be me. Not for a little while yet.

She gave me a hit of poppers. As the rush hit, she began licking and kissing my neck. I felt my hips bucking uncontrollably against the glass.

“Oh fuck.” I groaned.

As I continued humping the glass partition she knelt down and started kissing my ass. Then she spread my cheeks and started licking my hole! I’ve never had a client do that! My whole body was tingling. I could feel my balls tighten. My cock felt ready to blow.