Ableside Manor Ch. 02

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Prelude

I have put this chapter into ‘Erotic Couplings’, just like the first chapter, but you’ll find some parts fit elsewhere. The story will make more sense if you read chapter 1 first, but it’s not essential.

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Mary woke up first and looked at the clock. They had overslept! She woke Jane and both girls dressed quickly and rushed down to the kitchen. Edwina, the cook, who had already been there a couple of hours, shook her head. “About time too! Come on, their lordships will be down anytime now, wanting their breakfasts.”

“Have they rung yet?” As was common in large houses of that era, each room in the house had a cord hanging in the corner, which was connected by a rope to a bell in the servants’ quarters. When pulled, the cord caused the bell to ring and a small wooden indicator on a spring to swing from side to side, to show in which room the cord had been pulled.

“No, not yet; you’re in luck today.”

Jane, who was nominally Lady Fenwick’s chambermaid, poured some hot water from the kettle into a basin, added some cold water to it and took it up, as she did every morning, to Lady Fenwick so that she could wash herself.

Mary cut the bread that Edwina had baked earlier and put it into a basket. A bell rang. The two women looked up at the indicator board – Lord Fenwick’s bedroom.

“He’s on his way; hurry up.” Edwina poured hot water into the coffee jug, which already had ground coffee beans waiting in it and handed it to Mary. Both their lordships liked strong hot coffee and they liked it as soon as they arrived in the dining room. Mary walked off, carrying the bread and coffee on a tray, grabbing the butter dish as she went. Edwina shook her head again: “Those two girls! I don’t know how they get away with it. Things aren’t like what they used to be in my days.”

Mary and Lord Fenwick both came into the dinning room from opposite entrances at about the same time. “Good morning Mary! Ah, coffee, just what I need.”

“Good morning, mi Lord.”

Neither of them mentioned the fact that he’d fucked her brains out the night before. He looked at her though and chuckled. She seemed to be walking alright again now; probably still be a bit sore though.

Mary put the coffee, bread and butter on the dining table and left the room. A few minutes later, Lady Fenwick arrived. “Good morning, Dear. Did you sleep well?”

“Good morning, Penelope. Yes, thank you and you?”

“Yes, I finished my book and fortunately, it had a happy ending, so I slept like a log afterwards.” She helped herself to some coffee and took a sip. It was nice and hot. “So, tonight’s the night!”

“Pardon? Oh, the Summer Ball; yes I’m looking forward to it.”

Mary returned with some boiled eggs. They both thanked her and she left again.

“I’m going into town this morning to have my hair done for tonight and then I’m meeting my friend Heather for lunch in the new café in the High Street.”

Lord Fenwick looked up from his egg, somewhat surprised. “Why can’t the hairdresser come here like she normally does?”

“Ralph, Dear; you’re so out of touch. The days when the working classes come running as soon as we call them are sadly coming to an end. With all these new factories, they have money nowadays and the trades-people can get all the work they need without running around looking after us. There’s a new hairdressing salon in the town, which all my friends are raving about and if one wants one’s hair done, one has to go to them. They’re so busy, I had to book the appointment months ago. And in any case, the hairdresser’s a ‘he’, not a ‘she’.”

“What? A male hairdresser! I’m not sure I like the idea of another man rubbing his hands all over my wife.”

“Oh, Ralph! He’ll only be touching my hair and it’s in a public salon with lots of other people about, so I’m sure everything will be fine.”

He wasn’t entirely convinced, but there was clearly no point in pursuing the matter, so he just went back to his egg. He shook his head; what was the world coming to?

Moments later, the butler walked in, carrying a small tray. “Some post for you, mi Lord.” He placed the letters on the table near Lord Fenwick.

“Thank you, James.” The butler turned and left the room. Lord Fenwick leafed through the letters – only one important one – from his friend and business partner, Sir Reginald. He’d read it when he’d finished eating.

After breakfast, Lady Fenwick briefly returned to her room to get ready for her trip into town then went down to the coach that was waiting for her. Lord Fenwick watched her go before walking up to his retreat.

Meanwhile, the two servant girls cleared the dining table and re-laid it for lunch. “He’ll be ringing the bell soon,” predicted Mary. “I forgot to pretend to limp to make sure you get a turn.”

Jane was laughing so much, she had to put the tray with all the dishes on it back on the table to avoid dropping the lot. “Yes, after what he did to you last night, it’s bound to be my turn this morning.” They returned to the kitchen. Sure enough, after a merter esc few minutes, the bell rang. The three women looked up at the indicator. “I’ll go,” volunteered Jane.

*****

There was a knock on the door. “Enter.” Jane walked in. “Ah, Jane, just the girl I wanted. Close the door, go through to my bedroom and disrobe.”

“Yes, mi Lord.” She walked through the door to his bedroom and started to undress. Meanwhile, he locked the door to the corridor and followed her into his bedroom, where he sat in a chair and watched her.

She was a few years older than Mary and had been at Ableside Manor now for four years. Unlike Mary, she hadn’t been a virgin when she had arrived, so he hadn’t had the pleasure of deflowering her, but he had had the pleasure of enjoying her body whenever he wanted since her arrival. And that’s exactly what he intended to do now.

Her hair was jet black and when it wasn’t tied up in a bun, it cascaded down over her shoulders almost to her tits. She was taller than Mary and was carrying a bit more weight too, but fortunately, most of it was concentrated in two mounds on her chest. This more than made up for the fact that her face was not as attractive as Mary’s. She was a simple, curvaceous, ‘Plain Jane’ with nice big tits.

When those tits came into view, Lord Fenwick felt his cock twitch. She stood there naked, facing him with her arms by her sides. She definitely had curves in all the right places. Her bulbous tits didn’t quite fit onto her chest. They pressed together creating a deep valley, which he liked to tit-fuck occasionally and the outside edges overhung the sides of her body. Her nipples sat quite low on her tits, due to the way that her tits hung down under their own weight.

He sat there for some time just looking at her, something which would have freaked out many girls, but she was used to it. Probably deciding how he wants to fuck me today, she thought.

He stood and walked over to her. Taking hold of her shoulders, he gently turned her round so that her back was towards him. He then stepped forward and wrapped his hands round her body so that he could feel her tits. This was his favourite tit-groping position. Cupping them both, he lifted them and squeezed. Her nipples were smallish, but he still managed to pinch them. He stood there for several minutes feeling and mauling her tits, pinching and twisting her nipples, but all the time being careful not to hurt her. She could feel his cock pressing into her through his breeches.

When he was ready to move on, he stepped away and undressed. He had decided how he wanted to have her today.

He sat down on a stool and beckoned her towards him. Reaching forward, he pulled her onto his lap, facing him. Her tits were now at the perfect height for further exploration and sucking on. They were resting against his face and his cock was resting against her belly. He began to lick and suck her tits and nipples, whilst squeezing them with both hands. They were very soft and her skin was smooth.

Jane was enjoying this. She brought her arms up and placed her hands behind his neck. Her tits were very sensitive and the attention they were getting was making her juices flow. She started to buck her hips up and down, which caused the underside of his cock to rub up and down her slit, making her clit swell. Lord Fenwick had been expecting this; he knew her body well. Playing with her tits for a few minutes always made her wet and when she was wet, her slit always needed attention.

He allowed her to rub herself up and down against his cock for a few minutes before placing his hands on her thighs and lifting her slightly. This let his cock spring forward so that the tip nestled against her cunt. Lowering her gently back down again, he penetrated her slippery opening. She sighed and continued bucking up and down, but now more vigorously.

All the time, he was licking her nipples and squeezing her tits. Her breathing was getting quite heavy now and she was panting and gasping as she bounced up and down on his cock. But so far, he hadn’t moved his hips. He was letting her do the work for now, saving his energy for later.

Realising that she was close, he started pumping his hips so that each up-thrust met her down-thrust. She gasped out loud: “Oh, Lord Fenwick, yes … I’m going to … I’m … Arrrggghhhhh.” She hadn’t been fucked for a couple of days and had been looking forward to this. When it was over, she collapsed onto his shoulder. “Thank you, mi Lord.”

He let her rest for a while before easing her off his cock. He wanted to change positions so that he could obtain his relief too. The position they’d started with was a great way to start, especially with a big-titted girl, but to get a powerful climax himself, he needed something that allowed deeper penetration. There was a large table in the corner of the room. He led her to it and pushed her down so that her back was on the table and her legs up in the air. Her body was now at just the right height.

“Open your legs.” She opened them.

“Wider.” anadolu yakası esc She opened her legs wider.

He absolutely loved it when girls lay on their backs and spread their legs at his command. He looked down at her cunt, which was being pulled open with her legs so wide apart. The whole area was soaking wet.

He walked forward, aimed his cock and pushed hard. With one thrust, he was fully embedded in her cunt, with his balls resting against her bum. Taking hold of her legs, he closed them together so that they rested on his shoulders. Finally, he wrapped his hands round her thighs so that he could pull himself forwards. He was now ready to fuck her and it wasn’t going to be a gentle fuck.

He withdrew slightly then thrust hard and then did the same again. He was now pounding into her with long deep strokes. Her hands were gripping the edges of the table to stop her body being shoved across it with each thrust. He looked down at her tits. Every time his cock hit her cervix, her whole body shook and her tits rippled around like a pair of jellies in an earthquake. He was pounding her with everything he had. “Squeeze your cunt muscles together.”

When she started squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles, he called out: “Yes … harder.” He hadn’t been pounding her very long, but he was almost ready to dump a load of hot cum right up her cunt. He continued pounding. It didn’t take much longer before he felt that familiar intense burning in his balls. The underside of his cock was now incredibly sensitive too. Her silky wet hole was sucking him back in every time he pulled away before each thrust.

Eventually, he rammed his cock right in and flooded her with his hot cum. He pulled away and did the same again. He continued pumping until there was nothing left to pump. Still panting, he let go of her thighs and she dropped her legs off his shoulders. He looked down. His cock was still buried deep inside her. She hadn’t come this time, but he’d made her come earlier when she was on his lap, so he wasn’t too concerned.

He backed away and his cock popped out; He was pleasantly surprised to see that it was still quite firm. As his cock withdrew, she closed her legs. He stood there, still breathing heavily, looking down at her.

“Open your legs.” She did so. Oh, how he loved it!

He looked down at her well used cunt. There was spunk everywhere. It was all over her legs and more was dripping out of her cunt, down onto her arse. He took hold of his cock and stroked his hand up and down. Should he do her again?

His cock was twitching in his hand as he continued to stroke it. Meanwhile, she just lay there, with her legs spread wide for his pleasure. It was so inviting. His cock had shown no sign of shrinking; in fact it was hardening. He made a decision and stepped forward. He’d never done what he had in mind with her before, but this was too good an opportunity to miss. He was hard enough and there was ample lubrication available.

He rubbed his cock against her cum-splattered legs and cunt, coating it with his spunk and then pulling away from her cunt, bent it down slightly with his fingers and thrust hard. She cried out in pain. She hadn’t been expecting that, but with so much natural lubrication, at least he hadn’t torn her apart. Although she’d never been fucked there before, she knew roughly what to expect. “Relax and it won’t hurt,” a friend had once told her. Two more thrusts and he was fully inside her. God, she was tight up there, much tighter than in her cunt.

After waiting a bit for her to get used to him stretching her, he started pumping again. Once more she was gripping the edges of the table to stop herself sliding away. She had now got used to the invasion and was starting to find it quite pleasant. He continued thrusting.

He pounded away at her for ages before he felt another climax approaching. She too was breathing heavily and moaning with each thrust. As far as he could tell, they were moans of pleasure, not pain.

He increased his pace. His climax was approaching at last. She suddenly cried out: “Yes, please don’t stop, I’m coming. Aaarrrggghhh.” She was having her first ever anal orgasm. He came too, pumping what cum he had left, right up her backside. He continued pumping until they both came down from their peaks. Well, he thought, that was an unexpected bonus.

He pulled out and stepped back. As before, she closed her legs. He looked at her. He just had to have another look.

“Open your legs.” Once again, she did so.

He looked down at her; spunk was dribbling out of both holes and more spunk was smeared over her legs and belly. He helped her from the table. “Jane, that was fantastic. I hope you enjoyed it too.”

“Yes mi Lord, I wasn’t expecting to, but I did. Thank you, mi Lord.”

Lord Fenwick washed his cock and the area around it using a small cloth that lay next to a basin of water and dressed. “Jane, please feel free to wash yourself too if you wish.”

“Thank you, mi Lord. I’ll sort myself out in my room, if I may.” She beşiktaş escortu started to dress herself again.

When they were both dressed, he thanked her again and dismissed her. She wasn’t as pretty as Mary, but she had fabulous tits and like Mary, was a great fuck. He must do her more often, especially in her arse. He wondered what Mary would be like in the arse too.

Jane walked towards the door. “Thank you, mi Lord.” She left the room and climbed the stairs to her own room to clean away the sticky mess that he had deposited between her legs, before returning to the kitchen.

*****

While Jane had been attending to the needs of her master upstairs, Edwina and Mary had been busy in the kitchen. There was luncheon to prepare for his lordship and late breakfasts to prepare for the various servants. Edwina put the finishing touches to two baskets of food and handed them to Mary. “Breakfasts for Nelson and Wallace,” she announced. “That husband of mine said something about working in the vegetable garden today, so you’ll probably find him there. And remember, you’re on duty, so no dilly-dallying with Nelson.”

“Alright, Edwina.” Mary took the two baskets and headed out through the scullery into the garden. She immediately spotted a figure at the far end of the lawn, but whoever it was disappeared behind a hedge. Probably Wallace, she thought, so she set off in that direction.

It was indeed Wallace. He was trimming the hedges at the far end of the formal garden. “Well, good morning, young lady. How are you today?”

“Very well, thank you. I missed you yesterday. Were you out?”

“Yes, the beetroots and cabbages that I planted earlier in the year were all eaten by insects, so I had to go into town to buy some more seeds from the market. I’ve got to plant them later. Must remember to give the receipts and change to Mrs. Roberta.”

“I’ve brought your breakfast for you.” She handed one of the baskets to him.

He thanked her and she turned and walked off towards the stables to find Nelson. He watched her go. Fine bit of arse, that one. Wouldn’t mind a go at her sometime.

Nelson was busy cleaning tackle when Mary walked into the stables and as soon as he saw her, he rushed up to her, scooped her into his arms and started kissing her. “I’ve been waiting for you. I want you so bad.”

“I want you too, but I haven’t got time now. I’m on duty and so are you for that matter.” She could feel his cock pressing into her through their clothes. Her head was spinning; she wanted him, but now was not the time.

He resumed kissing her and started groping her tits. He needed her and he needed her right now. She broke away from his kiss. “Their lordships are both out tonight, so I’ve got the evening off. I could come and spend some time with you then, if you want. You’re in the cottage at the far end aren’t you?”

“Last-but-one cottage. When can you come?”

“As soon as they’ve gone and I’ve tidied up, I guess.”

He was still playing with her tits and he started kissing her again. She could feel herself getting wet between her legs. It was going to be agony waiting until tonight.

He could tell she was wavering. “I need you now.”

By spotting Wallace straightaway instead of having to search the whole grounds for him, she’d bought herself a few precious minutes. She made a decision. “If I let you have a quickie now, will you promise to take care of me properly this evening?”

He nodded: “Yes.”

“But you must take care of me properly tonight. Girls like lots of foreplay followed by a really long fuck. Quickies don’t do much for most girls, so if I let you have one, you’ll owe me lots of attention tonight.”

He nodded again. “Yes, I promise.” Under the circumstances, he would have promised anything to get his cock back into her right then, but this seemed to him like the deal of the century: The hottest girl on the planet was offering to let him fuck her and in exchange, all he had to do was fuck her again later!

She looked around and spotted an old cart, suitably hidden from the stable doors in one of the stalls. It had a ledge at the back, which looked to be about the same height as Lord Fenwick’s desk. That would do fine for what she had in mind. She lowered the basket with his breakfast in it to the ground and led him over to the cart. After wiping the dust off the ledge with her hand, she leant down and rested her upper body on the ledge. “Lift my dress up and take me from behind.”

It took Nelson a couple of seconds to work out what she meant, but when he did, a broad grin grew on his face. He stepped up behind her and lifted the hem of her dress up and onto her back. Her bare arse came into view. Her legs were slightly apart and he could see her cunt. It was wet. He fingered her for a minute or so with one hand, whilst undoing the buttons on the front of his breeches with the other.

When he was ready, he removed his fingers from her cunt, aimed his cock at it and slowly pushed it in. Ah, fabulous, so soft and welcoming, silky smooth and warm. Absolute heaven. Taking hold of her hips with both hands he started to pump. Within two minutes, his cock erupted and filled her with cum. It had been a nice climax and he was as happy as could be. He withdrew and Mary stood again, her dress falling back down as she did so.

A Whore Is Born Ch. 01

Babes

This was the first time I’d ever gotten in a taxi cab at the request of one guy (Guy

), so I could go to an apartment and be licked and fucked by another guy (Guy

). It felt weird. Well… no, not weird; it felt just plain wrong! But hey… I agreed to do it, and I was already promised there would be alcohol, as much as I needed. In my head, I knew I might end up needing a lot.

Guy

texted me as I was on the way, assuring me I could back out if I wanted to. I thought about it, but Guy

had texted me, too, and told me he had been hard all day thinking about this date. Hmmm… no, I wouldn’t be backing out. That familiar tingle between my legs let me know I wanted this as much as Guy

wanted me to want it, maybe even more.

Still, when I left the cab and walked into Guy

‘s building, I spent some extra time in front of a giant wall mirror. I’m no beauty queen. I’m five-two, slim but curvy, not a waif. I’m not one of those extravagantly gorgeous island girls. My wavy Filipina hair and light brown skin might seem exotic to some guys, but to my own eyes, it’s easy not to see me in a crowd of fabulous beauties we have here. Despite not feeling like a ten, I did what I could to look as sexy as possible. I had just enough plunge in my neckline and just enough lift in my bra to send the message I was not going to be hard to get.

But in the elevator, it hit me all over again: I’VE NEVER MET THIS GUY, AND NEVER EVEN CHATTED WITH HIM! Guy

set it all up, did all the chatting, told Guy

what I liked, what Guy

wanted him to do to me. “Just go!” he said. “I know people. This will work out. I know you. I know him.” … No, you don’t know him! Was I crazy for being here? Should I just go ho-

DING! The elevator door was opening. Shit! What to do? I let the door close. I waited. Get out!, I thought. I hit the button and the doors opened again. I stepped out into the hall. I heard the doors closing behind me and I turned. The back wall of the elevator was mirrored. I saw myself, my face, the skin of my breasts at the neckline of my dress… I smiled at myself. No ten, maybe, but definitely fuckable, if I can say so myself. Then, done. The doors were closed. The elevator started moving down again. That was that. Here it was, my first night cuckolding my boyfriend. I’m here now, I thought, and I’m ready!

We had a plan. (Actually, it was Guy

‘s plan, but I never hesitated to agree to any of it.) Out of the elevator, I was to text Guy

, tell him I was here. He’d open the door, to spare me the indignity of ringing his doorbell like a cheap hooker. (Cheap hell!, I thought after we arranged this. I wasn’t cheap. I was FREE…! I actually laughed at that. It’s not as depressing as it sounds when you type it in a story.) When I saw the door open, I’d walk to it, enter on my own, and he’d greet me inside. Then, it would all start. I took out my phone…

There were three texts from Guy

. (Does that sound impatient or obsessive on his part? It’s neither, really. He was very hot for this. He told me what to expect from him, and how to respond.) I opened every message, and replied to the last one. “I’m in the hallway now. Call you soon.”

I texted Guy

. A door opened at the end of the hall. I took a deep breath and walked. I pushed open the door and stepped into a dimly lit foyer. I kicked off my shoes and slid into a soft, lovely pair of slippers lined up near the door. Then I turned to find my host, and… Oh, my!

He couldn’t have been more different from Guy

. (I should tell you now, I will marry Guy

, if he ever asks. I’ve never been more attracted to a total person, and I’m all his, but…) This man was a little over six feet tall. He had a warm smile surrounded by a gorgeous face, topped by surfer blond hair. Men like this never approached me. I chatted with a few guys who said they looked like this, but when the time came to cam up or arrange a date, POOF! They vanished, wouldn’t even return my texts. I eventually learned not to take it personally, but you know… women and rejection; it’s never easy. But anyway, here… here he was! Every tall, sexy inch of him was standing right there. I was still trying to catch my breath when he moved toward me and held out a hand very gently.

–Hi, Helen. I’m Alex.

How do you stay calm when you’re dying to rip your own clothes off right there? … But like I said, we had a plan, and that was the whole reason I was here. I controlled myself and took his hand, hoping my smile didn’t make me look like some dreamy school girl, which is exactly how I was feeling.

–Hi, Alex. Nice to meet you.

He invited me into the living room. When he turned to lead me there, my nervousness came back. I was close to hyperventilating again, but not because he was such a hunk. I really didn’t know this man, and I was now following him into his apartment. No one knew I was here, except Guy

, and he wasn’t even in the same city tonight. What if-

–You said you liked a drink to relax. What would you like?

Alex was moving behind a bar at the far end fatih escortu of his living room.

–Rum and Coke, if you have it.

–Sure. Have a seat anywhere. I’ll fix it for you.

I sat at the end of the coffee table, in a chair for one. He brought drinks and sat on the sofa to my right. We both knew why I was here, but he kept a respectful distance. He made small talk. I drank, looking over the edge of my glass at just how absolutely delicious he looked. He smiled a lot. He offered another drink. I accepted.

This might have been the first time I was caught between two men, but it wasn’t my first time meeting a stranger, not exactly. A few months after my husband left me, a friend finally talked me into trying online dating. I opened a profile on an adult site, one recommended by a workmate. I was a little surprised she recommended an adult site like this one, but she said it didn’t have to be all about sex, not if you wanted to start with something platonic. That seemed like a relief, but it really wasn’t. Every time I signed in, there they were: happy naked people. Guys had their cocks hanging out. Women pushing their tits together and sticking out their tongues. It was all new to a Catholic woman like me, a married and faithful Catholic woman, who sang in the choir every Sunday. It was new, but not shocking. In fact I was shocked that it wasn’t shocking. I liked it, which was what really shocked me.

I liked it so much I signed in sometimes just to browse pictures. I didn’t even bother answering messages. I spent hours looking at cocks, all kinds of them, all colors. I felt myself getting wet. I felt an urge to look at the profiles behind the pics, but what was I going to write… ‘Hi!”….? I finally saw a headline and a face I liked, and I broke my cherry. I sent a message. By the end of that week, I had sent over a dozen, and the replies were insane. When I looked at my inbox, a dozen “hellos” had earned me over a hundred replies. I didn’t even try to answer them all, but I eventually struck up chats with two guys I liked, and I was quick to learn all the jargon. I was “camming up” and doing video chats. Dick pics, 3somes, swinging, hotwife… a whole language for a whole new world was what I walked into, and the more I learned the more I liked it all.

Finally, I had the courage to go on a date with a man I had been chatting with. It was just a normal date. We had drinks, a meal, small talk, some awkward silences. I caught myself wondering why I had wasted six months online if this kind of dating was all there was. But then, during one of our silences, he opened up in a whole new way. He said he had hesitated asking me out, because of an answer I had given in my profile. “What was that?” I asked.

–You said you preferred average cocks. I was disappointed.

My first blush on a date in ten years. I gave my standard reply to embarrassment. “Oh, hahaha! Okay.” Another silence followed. He broke it again.

–Can you guess why I hesitated?

I could feel myself swallow hard. I felt sweat suddenly beading on my forehead. I took a drink.

–Can you guess?

–Maybe. Hahaha.

–Want to guess? Or do you want to find out?

He took out his cock in the backseat of the taxi. He pulled my hand to it and made me jerk it off. “Oh, wow!” I said, trying to whisper, but too late. He put it away. At the hotel, he put me against the wall right inside the door and kissed me.

–You said online you wanted to explore. Is this okay?

–YES!

I sucked him. It was the biggest, longest cock I had ever seen. (He was only the fourth man I’d ever been with.) I asked him to be gentle, but after my first orgasm, with him behind me, I got on top of him and rode him like I hadn’t had sex in years. He didn’t give me a chance when he came, shoving his cock in my mouth and making me swallow it all. I did. And then I wanted more. When he fell asleep, I went to the bathroom and spent a long time looking in the mirror. I got dressed and went home.

And I got back online, that night.

My next date was with the man who turned out to be Guy

in this story. It wasn’t a date, actually. We planned a dinner, but when he walked up to the taxi stand where I was waiting, I said to myself, “I know exactly what that man will do to me later.” He was sex on two feet. When he said my name, I said yes. Then he said, “Keep saying that—saying yes–all night.” That was how he greeted me, and he took my hand and helped me into a taxi.

–I think we can skip dinner, don’t you?

–Yes.

–I have a great hotel room, want to see it?

–Yes.

We walked off the elevator. He told me to stop just as he opened the door.

–You’re going inside. I’m giving you ninety seconds. In ninety seconds, I’m coming in, and I’m going straight to the bedroom. You’re going to be naked, on the bed, on the edge, you’re legs spread wide.

–Okay.

–Quiet.

–Okay.

–You’ll pull your feet up as high as you can. I’m going to kneel down on the floor and lick your cunt. Eady?

–Yes.

And sarıyer escortu that’s exactly what I did, and what he did. The only thing I recall about the undressing was that I did it as fast as I could and that I never doubted for a second he meant every word of his instructions. I got on the bed and scooted my ass to the edge. I laid back and spread my knees, grabbing my ankles and lifting my feet as high as I could. Then I waited.

He walked in and knelt on the floor, his bald head smooth in the soft gold light of the room, and his blue eyes on my pussy.

–When did you realize you were a whore, a cock-loving little whore?

He licked before I could answer. I was throbbing already, and nearly erupted when his tongue parted my lips and started slurping every drop I could give him.

–OH, GOD!! WHEN I GOT ONLINE!!

–You liked all that filthy sex and naughty pictures?

–YES I DID! FUCK! FUCK!!!

–Am I the first you met?

–NO!

–Was it good, the others?

–YES IT WAS!!

–Big dicks?

–YES! FUCK! FUCK! HE WAS FUCKING BIG!!

–Try me now.

–OKAY!! YES!! FUCK ME!!!

He stood up and dropped his pants. I never saw it, but he shoved his cock in me, and I came right away. He pounded me like a machine. He rolled me over and never took me off his cock. I was on my knees and he was reaching me so deep I was crying out for help. (I really did scream, “HELP ME!” It made us both laugh, and we stopped fucking for a second, but just a second.)

He fucked me for two days. I swallowed more loads of sperm than I had in all my life before that. When he had to leave on Sunday night, he said, “Are we a couple?”

–I hope so.

–Me, too.

That was six months ago. He lives a few hours from me, and we purposely keep our meetings infrequent. He still meets women for blowjobs or whatever he wants. I met three other men after I met Guy

. He doesn’t care what I do, as long as I promise to report back to him. I always do. We’re a couple. He’s my man. I’m his whore.

When he mentioned Guy

to me—Alex, although I never was given his name—he said it was to see how far I’d go for him. He told me a guy online liked women who swallow and no-strings sex. My guy told Alex that I was his for a night, total ownership. My guy wanted Alex to ‘turn me,’ to make me want Alex more than I wanted my own man. I didn’t understand but I supposed it was a guy thing.

When Alex went to fix my second drink, I watched him closely, and I knew why my guy had chosen him. In my profile, I described my dream man. Guy# 1 didn’t fit the description—not very tall, muscular, bald, facial hair. I wrote that I wanted a tall, lean, clean-shaven white guy. Even though I had fallen in love with my guy, he often mentioned my dream guy, when we chatted or when I got back from a one-night stand. No, I had never met a guy like I described, and I even went back to my profile and deleted what I wrote. My guy was perfect.

But here, a little tipsy and watching Alex walk and fix drinks, I knew why I was here, with this man. If some other man were ever to get my attention, this would be the guy. I heard my phone buzz, and I opened a message from my man. “Well…?” I wrote back:

“Not now. Alex and I are busy.”

I knew that would send him over the edge. He sent no reply. I was in the game now, and I put my phone away when the second drink arrived.

–Was that Bill?

–Forget him.

(Now you know Guy

‘s name!)

We laughed, and we chatted. He sat closer to me than he had before. A few times he playfully patted my arm and I loved the tingle it gave me. I finished my second drink and asked if I could go to the bathroom. He showed me where it was. When I came out, I sat in a different chair, at a small dinner table just near the bar area. I sent Bill a text. “Nothing yet.” When I looked up, Alex was not in the living room. Before I could turn to look for him, I felt his hands on my shoulders. He was behind me, sliding my dress down my arms.

–Oh! You surprised me!

–No, I didn’t. You came here to get fucked.

–Yes, I did.

–Because at home, there’s nothing good happening.

–No, there isn’t.

When my dress hit the floor, he turned me to face him. He bent to kiss me, and it was as deep and longing as any kiss I ever had. Behind my back he undid my bra and flung it away. He lifted me and set me down on the table, bending lower to suck my nipples, sliding my panties off as he made my tits feel electric. I threw my head back and moaned.

–Bill’s waiting.

–FUCK HIM!

–For a text.

He handed me my phone and walked into the bedroom. The light came on. I opened my phone.

–CALL NOW!!

That was the plan. For the first time, Bill was going to call and listen as I got fucked. It was the only part of the plan I wondered about. (Do men enjoy that? I don’t think women do.) But hell, now I didn’t care if he was here standing next to the bed. I was ready for a dream fuck, and so was escort kızlar ümraniye my dream hunk.

Alex pushed me onto my back and had his mouth on my pussy when the phone rang. I was in between moans and panting, breathless, when I answered.

–Yeah! Oh, GOD! Hello!

–What’s he doing now?

–He’s licking my clit! AAAAGGGGGHHHH!

Bill couldn’t see my hands sunk deep into Alex’s hair, couldn’t see me writhing and squirming. His mouth was all over me down there. He lifted my legs high, my hips followed, and he tongued my ass, a first for me.

–AAAGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHH! SHIIIIIIIIIIT OH GOD!

–What? What’s he doing?

–AGH! AGH! Licking my ass. SHIIIIIIIIIT!

–Do you like it?

–WHAT? AAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Then Alex did something else I never felt before. He slid a long, slender finger inside me, and as he worked his hand on me, I started to shoot a hot liquid out of my pussy. I never felt anything like it. It was like six orgasms hitting me all at once. Bill got an earful then.

–OH GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!

–WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?

–I DON’T KNOW!! I’M CUMMING ALL OVER THE FLOOR!!!!!!

I screamed, literally screamed like a woman being murdered. I looked down there and saw jet streams of pissy juice going everywhere. Alex was working his finger like a jackhammer. Whatever came out of me just flowed and flowed. Alex started talking to me.

–Yeah, squirt, baby! Squirt all over me! You like that! Huh! You like that?

–I LOVE IT!!!!!!!

–I bet you never get that from your boyfriend.

–OH GOD NEVER! AAAAAGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!

It seemed to last an hour, but when the phone call disconnected, Alex stopped. He handed me the phone. I couldn’t see straight, but the call had lasted less than fifteen minutes. I dropped the phone on the bed and waited for the room to stop spinning. I was lying in a pool of whatever, and I didn’t know what had just happened to me.

Alex was standing up, undressing, when the phone rang again.

–Bill?

–Sorry.

–What happened?

–I was jerking off so hard I knocked the phone off the bed.

–Did you cum already?

–Yes, but I’m ready again. What are you-

Alex took the phone and laid it next to me. He was now in his briefs only. “Tell him what you see.” I started describing it all.

–He’s undressing now. We’re in the bedroom still.

–Are you naked?

–Yes.

–Have you seen his cock yet?

–No.

Alex heard us, and he started stripping off his briefs. His cock—this long, smooth, gorgeous rod, with a big pink mushroom head—sprang up and aimed itself right at me.

–Oh, god, it’s BIG!

–Is it! How big?

But I couldn’t answer. Alex slid the phone away and moved close, grabbing my hand and wrapping it around him. Then he took over the conversation.

–Yeah, hold that cock, honey. You like that big dick?

–Oh, I do!

–Yeah, baby! Jerk it just like that.

–Mmmmmmmmmm……

–Want to suck that real man’s dick?

–YES!

–Then suck it, honey!

I did. If sucking cock were all I could do, I would never complain. Bill once told me I would suck any man who asked. I argued, but he’s right. I would. Women who love it as I do know what I mean.

I sucked Alex in and let that heavy meat weigh down on my tongue. The smell of his balls, the skin of his fat dick… I kept my eyes open and looked up at him, sucking faster and wetter. I could hear Bill talking to me or to us, but honestly I can’t remember what he said. This guy was fucking my face, and I’m a whore for that if I’m a whore for anything.

–Look at her go! That’s it, baby! Suck it now, since you won’t get cock like this when you get home.

I came off his dick and said, “Yeah! Too bad I can’t get this every day.”

–You can, baby. Just sneak over here whenever you need a man.

This was practically a script. Bill and Alex and worked it all out. I was just playing along, but it all sounded so fucking good to me! All I wanted now was a throat full of cum, but that had to wait.

–I want to see if you’re a little cowgirl, honey.

–Oh, I am!

–Want to ride this horse?

–You mean that horse dick, daddy?

–Get on this horse dick!

And just like that I was on top. I remembered my first huge dick, that first internet date so long ago. I had milked that guy dry. I wanted another shot at keeping a man hard under me. I rode as hard as I could. Alex was grabbing my tits and bouncing his hips up into me. God, he was so fucking deep!

–Look at this little cowgirl! Go, honey, GO!

–Oh fuck me, daddy! Fuck me! Make me cum again, daddy!

Poor Bill. We had all but forgotten him. I was slamming my pussy up and down as fast as I could. Then I sank deep on him and worked my hips front and back. I fell forward and started sucking the sweat on his nipples. He moaned. I sucked harder. He nearly bounced me off him. We fucked so hard he was getting close.

–Ready for a drink, bitch?

–OH, GOD! FEED ME, DADDY!

–Get down!

I rolled off him, and he aimed his cock straight down into me mouth. Cum splashed all over my tongue, my throat. I was motionless, letting him pump his hips down into me until he was drained.

A Surprising Journey Ch. 02

Amateur

Driving away, I glanced at Maggie in my rear view mirror and wondered if I should have stayed there for awhile, but the curve in the road changed my mind as she disappeared. I reached in the bag for an apple again thinking how tempting it would be to spend the night with her but kept driving, enjoying the apple and still trying to make sense out of what had just happened.

“That was so wild. Nothing like that ever happened to me before,” I thought to myself. “Of course nothing like that happened before, dummy, you rarely leave the cabin. How can you have experiences like that if you don’t get out into the world?” That was a shocking realization that made me question how I live my life.

I finished the apple and put the core in the bag. I picked up the peach, feeling its slightly fuzzy skin and thought about Maggie’s words, “wet and juicy.” I thought about Thoreau’s words about traveling wide and far at Walden and thought, “bet he never met anyone like Maggie in his little cabin.” I thought about the choices I made, never knowing what I was missing. I thought of Robert Frost’s poem, “The Road Not Taken.” All these years living in the cabin, the woods, my routine, content and enjoying the road I had chosen, but now, suddenly, I was on another road, a new road, a new perspective. I was now on the road not taken before and unsure where it would take me. Somehow, this uncertainty was exciting. I felt more alive than ever before.

It was getting dark and I still had no idea where I was. I hadn’t seen any signs and had no idea where I would end up later. I knew I had to find a motel or some place to stay. I didn’t want to sleep in the car. The woods were thick and dark on both sides of the narrow road. “Where am I?” I thought,. Turning on the radio to see if I could get the public radio station, but all I got was static and one station with someone talking about Jesus and dying for our sins.

“I hope I find a town or a motel or even a road sign” I thought. “I’m sure I’ll find something, if I keep going,” I said, beginning to feel uncertain about this adventure. I felt like Odysseus lost at sea, looking for a port, an answer, something that would soothe the restless urge that compelled me to leave my cozy cabin and take off on this journey. “Where will this all end up?” I wondered as I drove though the darkness.

About a half hour later, I came to a four way intersection and saw a sign with names of towns on it and arrows. I didn’t recognize any of the names so still didn’t know which way to turn. “One of names was “Flowertown.” I liked the sound of that one better than “Titusville,” so that’s where I headed. After about ten minutes, I saw a sign, “Welcome to Flowertown,” but it still seemed desolate. I drove for another five minutes, saw some lights ahead and finally a sign that said, Pie in the Sky Pizza. Aside from being intrigued by the name, I was glad to find a place I could stop. I pulled into the parking where there was a small pickup truck and a brown Saab with a dented fender.

I was hungry, tired of driving and hoping someone would know of a motel nearby. The pizza place was empty except for a man in an apron taking a pizza out of the oven. At one of the tables was a young woman filling salt and pepper shakers. She looked up at me as I entered, “We’re about to close,” she said.

“Oh,” I said, “Can I get something to go?”

I walked over to her and noticed her blue eyes and dark complexion. She had short black curly hair and long dangling earrings. She wore a low cut tight yellow tank-top, and standing above her, I could see her tits as she leaned over the salt and pepper escort topkapı shakers.

“I’ve been on the road all day and just want something to go.” I said. “Also, is there a motel or something like that around here? I need a place for the night.”

“Sorry, the kitchen is closed,” she said. Then she called to the guy in the kitchen, “Hey, Al, can we serve this guy a pizza?”

“He can have some of yours,” he said, taking the pizza out of the oven. “This is it for the night.”

“I don’t want to take any of yours,” I said. “That must be for your family.”

“No family. It’s my supper. I don’t like to eat until I finish work.”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I could buy a slice or two from you, if you don’t mind. I’m really hungry.”

“You don’t need to buy,” she said. “I’ll share some with you.”

“Are you sure?” I asked,

“Yes, sit down and I’ll bring it over.”

“That’s very generous of you,” I said, surprised that she was so willing to share her pizza with a stranger.

“No problem, I couldn’t finish a whole pizza myself and would end up taking it home to my dog,” she said. “He loves pizza,” she added.

As I sat down, she pushed the shakers to the side and then stood up. She was small, not more than five-feet tall. She had on a short tight black skirt that barely came to mid-thigh and a small red apron tied around her narrow waist. I noticed her tits were big for a small woman. When she stood up, she took the apron off.

“Be right back,” she said. As she walked towards the kitchen, I could not help but notice her round ass in the tight skirt. “What’s happening to me, meeting two sexy women in one day?”

While waiting, I glanced around the little pizza place and up at the ceiling that was painted blue with white clouds and pictures of pizzas. “That’s clever,” I thought, remembering the name of the place, Pie in the Sky.”

“Want something to drink?” she asked, as she returned to the table. “I’m going to have a beer,” she added. I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra because of the way her big tits jiggled. I loved the way her legs looked in her short skirt.

“Great,” I said, “I’ll have a beer, but it’s my treat.” I added.

“We have beer on tap,” she said, putting the pizza down. “Be right back,” she added. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass and her short skirt as she walked away. “What a body,” I thought, noticing how her hips swayed as she walked.

I looked down at the pizza that was still steaming. It had spinach and green peppers. I was impressed with how good it looked considering this place was in the middle of nowhere. When she returned, she sat down, put the beer in front of me and said, “Nothing like a good beer at the end of the day.” She picked up her mug and took a big gulp, ending with a big “ahhhhhhh.”

“It’s really nice of you to share this pizza,” I said. “It looks great!”

“Al makes great pizza,” she said. “He had a place in Philadelphia years ago but got sick of the city and came up here to Maine for the quiet life.” She picked up a slice of pizza, took a bite and then said, “And believe me, it’s quiet around here.”

I took a bite of pizza and felt it burn the top of my mouth, “Wow, that’s hot,” I said and took a big gulp of my beer.

“Are there any motels nearby?” I asked. “I’ve been driving all day and need to find a place.”

She shook her head then laughed, “Motels, around here…are you kidding?” She took another bite of her pizza and smiled at me. “If it weren’t for this place, you’d think you were in a ghost town.”

“Really, so how does Al make a bayan escort ümraniye living if this is a ghost town?” I asked.

“Cause he makes great pizza and people come from pretty far away to get his pizza, that’s why, plus there isn’t much competition,” she said. “This place rocks on weekends,” she added.

I took a bite of pizza, another sip of beer. “So you don’t know of a motel around here,” I asked, hoping she’d think of a place.

“Might be one in Albion, but that’s thirty miles from here,” she added, finishing her beer.

“By the way, my name is Anna. What’s yours?”

“Hello, Anna.” I said, reaching across to shake her hand. “My name is Thom with an h.”

Anna sat back in her chair and stretched her legs straight out, next to the table. When she did that her shirt got tighter against her tits and her skirt rose up on her legs. I was getting aroused looking at her long legs barely covered by her skirt.

“So where are you heading?” she asked. “I mean, how did you ever end out here in little Flowertown?”

“Well, that’s a good question, but to make a long story short, I just decided this morning to take off and see where I’d end up. I just started driving with no idea where I’m heading. No real destination.”

“That’s pretty wild,” she said. “But want to know something,” she added, “that’s how I ended up here.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I was in graduate school at NYU, finishing up my Masters in International Economics and one day just said, what am I doing here and just left. I drove north. I went to a camp near here when I was a kid and I have an aunt who had a house in Flowertown so I came here…that was six months ago and here I am working as a waitress.” Just then Al called over to us and said, “Let’s wrap it up. I ‘m ready to call it a day,” he said, turning the light out in the kitchen.

“Mind if we sit here and talk,” Anna said. “I’ll make sure the door is locked.”

When Al left, he turned off the lights on the other side of the dining room, leaving one on just over our table. It was pretty dark now. “How about another beer,” she asked. “I could go for another one. It’s nice to have someone to talk to,” she added. “I’d love to, but I better get on the road and find a place to stay for the night.”

“You’re not going to find a place,” she said. “Have a beer with me and you can stay at my house for the night,” she said. “I’ve got room and… you never know what might happen.” She looked at me and smiled.

When she got up to get more beer, she stood by me and moved her legs against mine. She looked down at me and smiled. I glanced up at her while she stood touching my leg, her tits were about an inch from my face. My cock was growing hard in my jeans. When she went over to the tap and poured two more beers, she glanced over at me and smiled.

She came back to the table and placed the beer in front of me. “Are you sure you don’t mind me staying at your house?” I asked. “I mean, I’m a stranger.”

“That even makes it better,” she said.

“What do you mean?” I asked. I took a big gulp of my beer.

Anna had her mug at her lips and looked at me over it. She took a drink, put the mug down and smiled. “You know what I mean.”

“No, I’m not sure what you mean.” I said. Actually, I did know what she meant and could tell she was teasing me. I was getting into her game. “What makes being strangers better?” I asked.

“It’s hot!” she said, “two strangers fucking each other…no history, no obligations. Just raw fucking. That’s what I meant.”

I was stunned by bayan escortlar her bluntness but liked her open honesty.

“I bet your cock is hard already, isn’t it?” she asked, taking a sip of her beer. “I’m turning you on, aren’t I?” She looked me in the eyes.

“Yes,” I said. “My cock is hard.” I couldn’t believe I was talking to her like this. It was so unlike me.

“You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she asked.

“Yes, I want to fuck your brains out,” I said. “I want to ram my cock in your pussy,” I said, enjoying talking dirty to her.

“Let’s get out of here,” she said. “I don’t know if I can wait to get home. I’m so horny!”

When we stood up, she stood next to me and grabbed me by the balls. She rubbed her hand up and down on my cock. “Ummmmmm. I want this cock in me,” she said, “Take me now!”

She put her hands on my ass and pulled me against her crotch. She started moving against my cock, rubbing up and down against me and moaning. “I love this. I love how you feel. I’m so hot.”

She then unzipped my jeans and pulled my cock out. She lifted up her skirt, and squirmed out of her panties. “Fuck me!” she said. She sat on the table, spread her legs, then leaned back, her cunt open to me. “Come on and fuck me!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening. I stood between her wide open legs, my cock at her entrance. I looked down at her leaning back on the table, her tits tight against her shirt, her nipples poking straight up. I moved my cock up and down on the outside of her wet slit. I leaned forward and Anna wrapped her legs around me and pulled me into her. “Oh, yes,” she screamed. “Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”

I thrust into her and pulled out and then thrust in again, the table moving forward with each thrust. “That’s it,” she gasped. “Ohhhhmygod, I love it. Fuck me, harder. HARDER! FUCK ME HARDER!” she shouted, lifting herself off the table.

I was ramming her with my cock as hard as I could. Her legs were wrapped around my waist. Some how I managed to pick her up, my arms around her back and I moved her to the floor, never taking my cock out of her. When we were on the floor she pushed me on my back and began riding my cock. She straddled me, lifting her self off my cock and then plunging down on it, going up and down, up and down, harder and faster, riding me and screaming, OHHHHHHHGOD. FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!”

Her big tits were bouncing all over the place. She was out of her mind, looking up at the ceiling and shouting OHHHHH FUCK!”

I could not believe I was on the floor of a pizza place in the middle of nowhere fucking someone I had just met. I looked up at her tits bouncing above me and reached for them, grabbing them rubbing them as hard as I could, loving how soft they were. “Ohhhhhhmygod” she shouted again. “I’M CUMMING. HERE IT COMES. OHHHHHHHHGOD I’M CUMMMMMMMMING!”

She shuddered and convulsed as an orgasm swept over her. She then collapsed on top of me, panting, “Oh wow,” she moaned. My cock was still in her. I pushed her over on to her back, grabbed my cock and plowed into her. I was on the verge of cumming. Her hot tight cunt swallowed my cock as I thrust into her with all my strength and rammed her over and over.

“FUCK ME!” she screamed. ‘CUM IN ME!”

I could feel my sperm boiling in my balls, the tremble rippling up my legs as I rammed into her. “Here it comes,” I said, through gritted teeth. “I’m cumming. I’m cumming and just as I erupted in her, I screamed, HERE IT COMES!” as spurt after spurt filled her cunt.

I then collapsed on her and then rolled over and lay next to her on the floor looking up at the blue ceiling and white clouds with pizzas. Neither of us could speak as we tried to recover from the intensity of our orgasms.

Finally, she sat up and looked down at me and said, “Let’s get going, stranger, my house is ten minutes from here. “I think we have a wild night ahead of us.”

A Very Handy Man

Amateur

Meredith Willows sipped her coffee as she poured a cup for the young man who was outside staining her deck. It already looked miles better than it had the day before, no doubt due to Jimmy “Mack” MacKenzie’s diligence. Any job he tackled, he gave it his all and he was never satisfied until it was absolutely perfect. As a matter of fact, Meredith had often teased him that he was too much of a perfectionist and he would just smile that endearing, crooked grin of his and say “probably”.

It was his good work ethic that had caused her to hire him in the first place. Had he really been doing odd jobs for her for the past ten years? It seemed hard to believe and yet, the evidence was just outside her back door, his shirtsleeves rolled up to reveal arms as thick as steel cables.

She had known Mack for a long time, long before he had worked for her, even before she had been married. He was a high school friend of Julie, Meredith’s sister and he had always been buzzing around their home. Mack had a thing for Julie, which he was poor at hiding, but her redheaded sister was completely oblivious to his antics. Merry thought he was a nice young man and sweetly charming. A few years later, after Merry had married Ryan, he had come around looking to do odd jobs to earn money to help pay for his college tuition. Ryan was a savvy businessman, but he could scarcely change a light bulb. Merry put him to work painting the garage and he did such a fine job of it, she kept hiring him for other jobs that needed doing. He tackled each and every one of them with gusto and if Ryan thought she was needlessly spending his money, he never said so.

She brought Mack his coffee, after all these years, she knew exactly how he took it. She knew a lot about Mack, his hobbies, his home life, the women he had dated. He wasn’t currently seeing anyone, which pleased her. She stood outside and chatted with him for a bit before going back inside. Too much time spent in Mack’s presence was too much of a temptation for her.

She knew her marriage was on very shaky ground. It had been for the past year. She and Ryan were moving in opposite directions and nothing seemed to bring them closer. Just last week, Ryan had moved out, supposedly to a hotel. Merry knew better, she was sure that he was staying at the home of Ivy Caine, one of his co-workers. The much-younger blonde was the kind of pretty little thing a man in his late 30’s with a failing marriage might pursue. Oddly, it didn’t bother Meredith and she knew why. She had strong urges for someone else, a younger man busily working away just outside her back door.

Meredith knew that she shouldn’t even give thought to becoming involved with Mack, yet she couldn’t help herself. He was so handsome and intense, with dark, wavy hair and deep, almost brooding good looks. As she had noticed on several occasions, he had muscles that filled out a shirt nicely. She had often wondered what he might look like in a suit and tie? Probably like a movie star, she surmised. He was also a success in business, earning almost as much as her husband. After his college graduation, he had started his own handyman business and now employed 5 other contractors. Yet he still insisted on doing any job Merry needed doing personally. She was his first customer and it needed to be done right, he always insisted. As she knew she was crushing on the attractive, 26-year old contractor, Merry wasn’t about to belabor the point.

Meredith couldn’t believe she was even contemplating her next move. She would never have thought of herself as the type of woman who would cheat or have an affair. She had been married for a little over ten years and although there had been temptations, she had not succumbed. The attractive brunette had honored her marriage vows until this time. So why was she so caught up in the thought of taking Mack as her lover?

She knew why. Working from home all of these years, she had neglected her appearance somewhat. Administrative work for an online business did not require her to be glamorous and she had taken advantage of it. Meredith had gained a bit of weight and let herself get a bit dowdy. Most of the time, she did her work with her hair curled up in a bun or in a pony tail while she wore sweats and running shoes. Unless she and Ryan went out to dinner or a social function, she didn’t worry much about her outward appearance.

That changed instantly one afternoon as Merry passed the mirror in the hall. She saw her reflection staring back at her and she did not like what she saw. The frumpy, dowdy woman looking back at her was not the image she wanted to present to the world. It was time to take action.

She marched immediately to her bedroom and threw open her closet doors. Rummaging through the closet, she tossed out all but her newest pairs of track pants. She went into her bureau and did likewise until she had two good-sized boxes, one that she could donate to charity and another that şişli escort was going in the trash. She looked at herself and saw that there was still an attractive woman under all the frumpery. She called her friend Marcy and asked where Marcy worked out. She thanked her friend, hung up the phone and made an appointment. After that, she called the salon where she used to go when she was dating Ryan. She made an appointment for later on in the day and plotted her course of action. Dowdy was out, dazzle was in!

When she got home at 6 that night, every muscle ached. She had not done that much in the way of physical exertion in the past 5 years, but if it yielded the results she wanted, the temporary anguish would be worth it. She was wearing a new, attractive black dress and heels and she’d had her makeup done and her hair styled. She wasn’t quite where she wanted to be yet, but it was a vast improvement. Sensibly, she had picked up a pizza on the way home as she would not have had time to prepare a meal for Ryan before he got home from the office. She could hardly wait to see his reaction to her makeover.

That was the point where Merry realized her marriage was in deep, desperate trouble. He barely noticed her new look, although he did comment on how good the pizza smelled. She went to bed angry that night and when her husband reached for her, she pretended to be asleep. A part of her metamorphosis had been for his benefit and he had barely noticed. He wasn’t about to reap the benefits now! Although she was unaware of it at that time, the seeds of discord in her marriage had already been sewn. Over the next several months, the two of them became estranged and no manner of counseling or discussion was able to fix things. Right now, Merry wasn’t even sure that she wanted them to be fixed.

A good reason for that went back to Mack. Almost from the outset, he noticed Meredith’s transformation and he was encouraging every time that she saw him. If she happened to see him with another younger, prettier girl, she felt pangs of jealousy. She used those as motivation to work even harder and by the end of her first year, she had a body any twenty-something would envy, complete with a six-pack. She had achieved dazzle and her only question now was – did she want to go the full nine yards?

Now that she was once again a sexy, vivacious woman, certain – urges – had come to the surface after lying dormant for over a year. Mack had been a cute young guy, but as a man, he was magnificent. Even Julie had commented on one occasion that had she known how he’d turn out, she might have given him a second look. “Too bad, Jules,” Merry had thought to herself. “You wasted your opportunity and I’m sure as hell not going to let you have a second one!”

There was only one minor flaw in Meredith’s little plan – she had absolutely NO idea how to go about seducing someone, especially a successful and attractive man like Mack. She had seen him around town with several stunning specimens and he didn’t lack for female companionship. How was she going to lure him in and did she even want to do something so ludicrous?

That was the old Merry intruding on her new mindset. What was ludicrous about being thought of as desirable? She knew that she was, she had seen some of the men – and even some of the women – at her gym giving her admiring looks. Nothing ventured, nothing gained. For at least one time in her life, Meredith Willows wanted an adventure and she wanted to share that adventure with the gorgeous stud laboring outside. She went into her bedroom and knew what she had to do. She stripped out of her clothes and went into the bottom drawer of her bureau. If this didn’t do the trick, nothing would. She allowed herself a secret smile as she put on the skimpy garment that she had purchased with one sole intent – seducing Mack. She looked into the mirror and applied a bit of makeup, then messed her hair a bit. She liked the wanton look she now presented and she hoped that Mack would see the sparkle in her green eyes. If he went for it, she was going to show him the time of his life. By the time he went home tonight, he was going to be exhausted and not from yard work.

As an afterthought, Meredith donned a very sexy, very spiky pair of silver high heels. In high school, she often cursed the fact that she was the tallest girl in her class. With the heels on, she was over six feet. Mack would still tower above her, men liked to be taller.

It had gotten hot, so Mack was working without his shirt. A nice view for Merry to ponder. He was putting the finishing touches on the deck when the sliding of the patio doors and the clicking of heels drew his attention. What Meredith was wearing kept his attention focused squarely on her. He had always thought Merry was gorgeous, but in a snug, silver Lycra bikini that left very little to the imagination, she was a goddess! He thought to himself it was a shame that she was married ümraniye escortu – and to such an ass – because this was the kind of woman a man did everything in his power to keep!

“Wow,” Mack finally managed to say as he appreciated Meredith’s stunning outfit and good looks. “If your husband saw you in that, he’d probably race back home.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Merry said drily. “These days, his attention seems to be focused somewhere else. I think I’m too old for him.”

“He’s got to be out of his mind,” Mack said, putting his shirt back on. “You’re only 31! Even before you went on your self-improvement kick, I thought you were perfectly gorgeous. You’re one of the most beautiful women I know. In fact, you are the most beautiful woman I know. I don’t understand men like your husband, I really don’t.”

“I don’t either,” Meredith said, spinning her little web of seduction. “I do all this work to get myself looking like this and he doesn’t pay me the slightest bit of attention. I should just call it a day and find myself a lover.”

Mack looked shocked at her words and then, totally non-plussed when she winked at him and said “Care to volunteer?”

Mack’s eyes went wide with surprise and he stammered. Meredith wasn’t letting him off the hook quite so easily. “I’ve long thought you were a handsome specimen, I’d love to find out what a man like you can do for a woman. I know that I’m not Julie, but I …”

Mack looked at her with confusion. “Why would you bring up Julie, what does she have to do with this?”

“Oh Mack, you used to have a terrible crush on her, you know that. You were always coming to our house so that you could spend time with her,” Meredith said to him.

Mack laughed. “Julie was a friend, yeah, but she wasn’t the reason I used to come to your place when we were kids. I came over hoping that her hot-as-hell older sister would be home. I was always so jealous of your boyfriend, I never thought he was good enough for you. He was too old and too worried about his career to give you the attention you deserved.”

You could have knocked Merry over with a feather. She’d had no idea the younger man she admired had felt this way for such a long time. “Okay then,” she said once she had gathered her wits about her. “I think my husband’s an ass. You think he’s an ass. I need to get laid and you’ve sure got the equipment. Do you want to call it a day and show this horny lady a good time?” She said bluntly.

Mack shook his head in total disbelief. Somewhere inside of him, a sixteen-year old kid was jumping up and down. “Are you really sure that you want me to …?”

“… fuck me?” Meredith said and gave him a quick peck on the lips. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed close, impishly squeezing his penis through his work pants. “Oh yes, very sure! I’ve wanted to feel you inside me for a long time now. Come on handsome, this is a limited time offer. We have as long as we need and no one is going to interrupt us, but I really don’t want to wait all day.” With that, Merry turned on her spiked heels and slid the glass patio door open. She turned her head to see if Mack was following her. He was.

Had anyone questioned her, Merry would have admitted to being extremely nervous. Mack was the first man besides Ryan she had been with in over ten years, only the third man in all her 31 years. Despite all that, her nerves were allayed by one more important factor – the desire to make love with this gorgeous specimen that she had so long desired. She somehow sensed that he would be a magnificent lover and the gains would far outweigh the negatives.

She reached her bedroom and spun around, this time, it was Mack who took the initiative. With arms that were both strong and tender, he pulled her into a loving embrace. His kiss was fierce and demanding, his lips sought hers and he claimed his prize. Merry almost melted with the heat of it all, yet still managed to keep her wits about her – although just barely. She had not been this nervous on her first time, nor on her honeymoon. There was something about Mack that put her at ease. His shirt was quickly removed and she touched him as a lover for the first time. All of him was solid and beautiful, if indeed a man can be thought to be beautiful. Playfully, she tugged at his pants before scampering to the bed to watch him further undress. When the sum total of all of his parts was displayed, Meredith wanted to cheer. Every inch of him was magnificent – every inch.

“Do you want me to undress or do you want to …?” Merry asked, sure that a bit of nervousness had crept into her voice.

“Neither,” Mack said to her with a reassuring smile. “You look so sexy, I just want to take in the view for a few minutes. Let me appreciate you and burn this into my memory, okay?”

Meredith loved hearing him talk this way. Ryan had very little sense of romance beyond the occasional bouquet of roses or box escort bayan nişantaşı of chocolates. True to his word, Mack did just look at her as if he couldn’t believe she was real. When he joined her on the bed, he took his time undressing what little she wore and lingering over all of her body. Merry wasn’t quite sure whether or not she was melting into the bed because she felt so sensual and adored. Her desire for more was driving her crazy and that was a very good thing for the new lovers. Mack had made love to several young women over the years, none of them measured up to Meredith. Many was the time he had been making love to a woman and he had imagined that woman was Meredith. This time, he had to imagine nothing. The real thing was here, right now and more beautiful than anything he could ever have dared dream.

“I can’t believe you’re in front of me, naked and all mine,” Mack said, feeling as if he was going to wake up from an erotic dream. “Will you allow me the honor of making love to you?”

“Only if you promise to fuck me when you’re done,” Merry growled. “I want to be desired and lusted after, I want to be exhausted when we’re done – whenever that is!”

“There will be no problem with that, I can assure you,” Mack nodded. It would be a bit difficult to rein in his urges, fucking her was high on his list of priorities. Still, it had to take a back seat to some sensual lovemaking, at least at first. It was time for Merry to see that she was a true treasure, so that’s how he treated her. He took her in his arms and showered her with affection as she dug her manicured nails into his back. They were wrapped around one another for a good 20 minutes before she let go of him.

“I’ve never cum from foreplay before,” Merry panted. “You sir, are quite the lover.”

Mack wasn’t about to tell her that he had never made a woman cum that way either, why ruin the moment? He was going to continue, but Merry had other plans. “You have a fucking huge cock,” Merry giggled. “I wanted to go down on this monster the moment I saw it, so that’s what I’m going to do!” She took his cock in her slender hands and marveled at its length and girth, he had her husband beat. “What a fucking great tool!” She exclaimed before going down on Mack. She saw the expression on his handsome face and noticed her dirty talk was arousing him. That was a kick, because Ryan didn’t much like it when she talked in bed.

Mack watched with awe as his new lover throated his cock. No woman had been able to do that before, yet Merry was going at it for all she was worth. Her mouth and tongue were magic and he finally had to stop her before she made him cum. “I probably could have gotten it up again, you’re so fucking amazing,” he panted. “But why ruin a good thing? Are you ready for the next round?”

“You bet your ass!” Merry giggled, loving the way the two of them were playing together. A thought struck her and she decided to voice it. “Would you mind it terribly much if I did something I’ve always wanted to do?” She asked.

“This!” Meredith grinned as she straddled his midsection and began to ride him. Julie and several of her girlfriends had told her “cowgirl” was the way to go, but Ryan said it made him feel like less of a man. From the delighted look on Mack’s face, he sure as hell didn’t have the same reaction. Now that she knew all was right with the world, Merry threw herself into the lovemaking. For the first time in a long while, she was fucking and she let all hell break loose! Mack was keeping up with her, his mouth and hands were bent on exploring her body as she screwed him. Their movements seemed to match each other nicely and she rotated her body more so to take more of Mack’s cock deep inside of her. “Oh God, this is fucking wonderful!” She groaned. “Give me more of that wonderful cock, you big-dicked bastard!”

“Fuck, fuck, oh God, fuck my pussy!” Merry cried out as she threw herself against Mack. She was intent on keeping him in her bed for as long as she could because the sex was out of this world. Not only was he a good lover, despite his strength, he was surprisingly gentle and wasn’t just “putting it to her” the way Ryan did when fucking her. He was using his brain as much as his brawn while they made love and that was a real turn-on for Merry.

“Want to mix things up a little bit?” Mack asked, feeling bold enough to make a suggestion.

“What did you have in mind?” Merry asked. As far as she was concerned, she was up for anything. It was a real thrill to try new things with Mack because she knew she had a certain degree of say in things.

With continuing tenderness, Mack helped his partner get on all fours. He then got behind her and smiled. She nodded and for the first time in her life, she was taken from behind in what she knew was called “doggy style”. It was another position Ryan thought emasculated him, but from the way Mack was fucking her, he did not share that view. Neither did Merry, she loved the deep penetration and his hands on her ass. “Spank that ass!” She commanded playfully, so Mack did just that. He also played with her tits for a while and she moaned in satisfaction. She would never have believed that sex could feel this amazing.

A Tribute To Brian

Bdsm

At first glance, she had to raise her eyebrows and tilt her head forward to get a better look. Yes, it was definitely him, the guy she had been watching from her seat at the bar. Now that the lights were dimmed for the band that had just stepped onstage, he must have decided that was the time to go to the bar and stand a foot away from her, waiting to get the attention of the bartender.

She watched him order a beer and turn to watch the guys on the stage bounce around with their guitars. She wondered silently if he had noticed her watching him when he turned to retrieve his beer and their eyes met.

Her heart skipped a beat. The length of his long dark brown hair that trailed down his back nearly touching his ass was nothing compared to the intense blue in his eyes. She found both of these physical traits mesmerizing. She tried not to smile when his eyes widened slightly. She was staring at him pretty hard. He was probably frightened by now. She giggled and her heart skipped another beat when an instant smile spread across his face.

He moved closer to speak to her and her breath caught in her throat.

“Hello there!” he called over the noise of the band.

“Hi!” she called back.

He tilted his head toward the stage without taking his eyes from hers. “You like these guys?”

She managed to tear her eyes away from him long enough to give the band a once-over. “I’ve never heard them before. They’re okay, I guess.”

“You wanna go somewhere a little more quiet?”

It was like a dream. All of her caution and inhibitions about leaving a bar with a stranger vanished when he held his hand out to her. She had been attracted to him just from the sight of him across the room. When she let him take her by the hand and lead her across the room, she was instantly sure that he was The One.

There were several other rooms in the bar and she found herself walking up two flights of stairs to the third floor, where the lights were still dim but the music was low and there were couples spread all through the room, at the tables, on long red velvet couches, even sitting on the floor in small groups of two or three.

She followed him to a dark corner, where two small candles were mounted on the walls behind the V-shaped couch that was cozily tucked into where the walls met. She watched the candlelight flicker across his blue eyes as she sat across from him.

Once they were both seated and comfortable, he leaned forward again and held out his hand. “I’m Brian.” he said. She suddenly noticed he had a deep, smooth, incredibly sexy voice.

She wondered if he would notice her blushing in mecidiyeköy escort the dim candlelight. She took his hand, shook it lightly and replied, “Julia.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Julia.” The sound of her name falling from his perfect lips made her skin tingle. “What kinds of things do you like to do?”

I can think of a million things I’d like to do to you. She thought and then blushed even deeper. “Oh, I don’t know. I work on computers. I like science fiction books and movies and stuff. General shit, you know.”

He was nodding. “Do you like cartoons?”

She smiled wide. “I sure do. Do you?”

He nodded again. “You looked like a cartoon person to me. I mean, that you like cartoons, not that you look like a cartoon.” He chuckled gently. The sound made every nerve in her body stand at attention. Her eyes dropped to his smiling lips. She could just feel those lips on her own. She doubted that before the night was done, she would not feel them. She resisted the urge to just grab him and be done with it, but she had to be more careful. She had just met him after all, and no matter what chemistry she felt surging between them, she was still a helpless, hapless female and had to take all the normal precautions. One of them was not coming off as being the biggest slut in the city.

She had been cautious up to now. Now, with this man sitting across from her, staring into her eyes and being as quiet as a mouse, she felt all her strength slipping away.

He began to talk to her. He kept his voice low and his eyes trailed the room every few seconds, as if he was watching to make sure no one was listening to their conversation, even though the things they spoke about were general and of no interest to anyone but the two of them. She noticed but paid it no heed, just let herself melt in the sound of his deep voice, at times pretending that he was whispering in her ear, whispering words of undying devotion and love. The thought made her giggle. No matter how preposterous, she felt a strong sense of anticipation, as if he had already agreed that they would be together.

After an hour or so, they had consumed a few drinks but the buzz she felt from the drinks was nothing compared to the depth of her lust. She had started looking desperately for something to focus on besides his eyes, his voice. She didn’t want to appear stupid, but she would rather have just sat there and listened to him recite the Gettysburg Address than be forced to carry on an intelligent conversation with him. She was finding it hard to focus. When he reached out and placed on hand on her thigh and squeezed it gently, escort taksim she felt like a crazed bunny-rabbit out of a Stephen King novel, ready to pounce and consume him entirely. Her eyes dropped to his hand and she gasped and held her breath for a moment.

When she looked back up, he had stopped talking and was just staring at her intensely.

“Have you ever gone to sleep with someone and woken up so in love with them you could barely breathe?”

“No.” she replied automatically.

“Do you think you could?”

I can now. She thought. “Yes.” she replied.

“Would you like to try with me?”

Every drop of blood in her body fell into her feet. She knew her face must have lost all of it’s color. She could barely get out the words she wanted to say.

“I would… very much.” She managed to make it audible. His face seemed to relax some and he leaned toward her. Her heart pounded painfully. When his lips met hers, she felt an intense chill run through every part of her body. She became instantly wet and lifted herself from the chair, reaching around him to pull the curtain that would block their couch from the rest of the room.

After she had pulled the curtain around them, she settled on his lap, straddling him comfortably. His arms lifted and surrounded her, pulling her even closer. She could feel the bulge of his muscles pressing against her back and the strength of his hands as they moved back around to undo the buttons of her dark green silk shirt. He pushed aside the straps of her bra, exposing her full breasts and her hardened nipples. When his hands grasped and stroked the soft skin, she felt another ripple of intense desire. She had never yearned for anyone more than this man in all of her thirty years. She thought she might die when he pushed her back slightly, removed his lips from hers and attached them to one of her nipples instead.

Oh my God, oh my God, the phrase ran repeatedly through her mind as he sucked and nibbled at her. She could feel his erection against the flesh between her legs that was still covered by the silk fabric of her panties. She reached between them and unbuttoned his pants. She heard him moan. The sound sent a third wave of intense hunger through her body. She wanted to hear that sound again. She wanted to hear it many, many times. She unzipped his pants and felt a grin of satisfaction cover her face when her hand discovered how hard he had become.

One of his hands moved up to slide through and grip the back of her hair, pulling her head back slightly. He had switched sucking on her left nipple for her right and now pulled her head escortlar down so that their lips would meet again in a fever of intense passion. She felt his other hand slide up the inside of her shirt, the skin of his hand against her back sent a bolt of heat straight down between her legs. She massaged his erection, sliding her hand up and down the shaft, wishing in the back of her mind that it was her tongue making that motion. With her other hand, she pushed the lining of her panties out of the way, lifted up slightly and positioned herself so that she could feel the skin of his head poking in between her pulsing lips. She had soaked her panties and her wetness was drenching him already.

With an intentional hard thrust, he pushed at her with his hips and slid all the way up inside her. She gasped uncontrollably. He was the absolute perfect size. She could feel every single inch as he moved, stroking almost helplessly, his breath rapid in her ear.

Their nearly silent movements behind the curtain were a thunderstorm in her mind. The sound of his breathing, the beating of her own heart, the screams of passion running through her mind. She felt herself approaching orgasm quickly and tried desperately to push it away. She didn’t want it to be over so soon.

“Tell me when,” he whispered. “I don’t think I can hold on.”

She pulled back and looked directly into his eyes, still moving, still feeling every inch of him inside her. His eyes had become extremely intense, full of the same passion that she was feeling and was sure he could see in her eyes. When she knew she would not be able to hold back any longer and she could feel the tingle of him, unable to hold back the beginnings of his orgasm, she was unable to say anything but nodded at him.

“Now?” The word came out sounding almost desperate.

“Yes.” She breathed it and clasped her hands on both sides of his face. They stared into each other’s eyes as both came. She felt the liquid he was ejecting into her slide up through the inside of her body, giving her inner chills, a unique tingling sensation she had never felt with the anyone else.

“Oh, Julia.” His voice gasping her name forced her to close her eyes and arch her body above his as the sensations zipped through her, forcing every nerve to scream. A few more deep thrusts, she could feel every squirt, every drop that he was leaving inside her. He finally stopped, wrapped his arms around her again and rested his head against her chest. She looked down at the top of his head and placed a kiss there, still feeling the pulsing of her lips around his softening cock.

After his breath had returned to somewhat normal, he looked up and met her eyes with his. She could still feel his hands pressed firmly against her back.

It was a few minutes before either one could speak. He broke the silence with one word.

“Wow.”

She giggled.

April Fool’s Game Gone Right?

Babes

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Andrew glanced up from his work station’s computer screen. Danny, all smiles, was staring at him from the cube across the aisle.

“What?” Andrew asked, suspicion blanketing his voice.

“Bro, I got a game. It’ll be fun,” Danny said. Danny always had a game. He not only ran the sports pools and Superbowl squares for the company, he had other “mini-games” as well. March Madness meant a bracket to decide best food, hottest female celebrity, or greatest musical talent. Scavenger hunts, Easter egg hunts (with mini-bottles of booze instead of candy eggs), they were all run by Danny, and run well. He styled himself the company’s Morale & Welfare Officer.

The email came across moments later: “GF ApriL FooL GaG!”

The idea was simple. The idea was potentially troublesome. The men on the floor would introduce a fantasy to their wives or girlfriends, or boyfriends, that was way outside their relationship norm. Best reaction, short of divorce or break-up, would win. It was simple, genius, and the replies came flowing in. Andrew wasn’t sure how everyone constantly escaped being fired over their daily email traffic.

“I call BBC for my wife!”

“I’ll tell mine I want her to strap-on and do my b’hole”

“I’ll tell the wife I want a threesome but it’s with another guy and he has to be ghey.”

Laughable. Andrew liked the responses and laughed thinking about some of the reactions. A crumbled ball of paper hit in him the temple. He looked over at Danny, who was looking at him very pointedly.

“What?” Andrew asked.

“You know what,” Danny said in a stage whisper, “What’s your plan for that newish lady friend of yours?”

“I mean, we’ve been together for only a few months now,” Andrew said, “I don’t know that something like this would be good for the relationship.”

“Oh, stop,” Danny said in a normal tone, “It’s a goof. If she doesn’t have a sense of humor, you’ll find out sooner than later and you can move on.”

Andrew shrugged. He’d figure something out to tell her. It’d be mostly harmless so she wasn’t freaked out or intimidated. She wasn’t the type that seemed to scare easily anyway. Millie was even-keeled and calm since he met her. He hadn’t seen her upset once. Maybe it was time to test some of her boundaries. It couldn’t end poorly, could it? It’s just a joke.

Famous last words, he thought fatih esc to himself.

“Aren’t you lovely?” Andrew told Millie when he picked her up.

“It’s the first time in four months we’ve had warm weather and I like sundresses. Too bad looks and aroma are different. I stink like garlic and sadness,” she said, pinching her nose shut, “But the tips were good today. I have no idea why that happened. The Universe is smiling on me today.”

They climbed out of the car and walked across the parking lot to the diner. It was at the edge of an L-shaped strip mall, backing up to the freeway. Now was the time to spring this prank on her and see what she said. Andrew was actually curious about her reaction. She might think him sexually deviant. Here went nothing.

“Hey, Millie,” he said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her up short. She turned and looked at him, cocking her head. He had learned the gesture meant he had her full attention.

“I’ve had fun the past few months, you know?” he started, hesitant about how to bring it up.

“Oh, shit,” she said, “Are we having a talk or are you dumping me? Let’s at least eat first. I’d hate to have my heart crushed on an empty stomach.”

Andrew laughed and waved that away. He decided on a direct, simple request.

“No, no, it’s not that. I like you and I feel like this is going well. So I want to tell you something important. I have a fantasy I want to try.”

That stopped her short. A grin curled up on the side of her very kissable mouth. She squared her shoulders and faced him, waiting.

“Really?” she said, “It’s only been a few months but I guess I don’t actually know what you’re actually, you know, into. You have my attention.”

She was open-minded, he thought. That’s nice she hadn’t gone defensive on him already.

“I want you to walk behind the diner with me and flash your breasts at traffic.”

There. He said it. He picked something simple, easy in his mind, and hopefully utterly inoffensive. If she blew it off, fine. If she got bothered, he could laugh it off. It wasn’t asking for her to work a gloryhole or anything.

Millie looked at him for a few seconds and laughed. She glanced over her shoulder at the beat-up pavement snaking around the stores. A sad looking row of pine trees and a chain-link fence separated them from the traffic whizzing by. Millie shrugged.

“It’d go better if I weren’t wearing the sundress but, okay, why not?” she said and walked along the side of the diner to the back.

“Wait, sarıyer esc hold on,” Andrew started, reaching for her. She moved quickly in front of him and stepped over the potholes and ruts in the concrete.

Shit, she’s going through with it, Andrew thought. He needed to stop her before she did. He didn’t expect such easy agreement. He didn’t want her to embarrass herself.

The backside of the strip mall looked like any other service area. A few employee cars were parked along the quarter mile strip. The black pavement was spotted with dumpsters and wind-collected trash fluttered against the fence. Cars buzzed by on I-94, following the curve out of sight.

Millie stopped, reached under her yellow sundress, pulled down a pair of sky-blue underwear, and stepped out of them. She bent over at the waist, showing lots of leg, picked them up and stuffed them into her purse. Her shoes stayed on and she stepped into the grass/dirt mix against the fence.

“You know,” Andrew said, “Maybe this is a bad idea?”

“No,” Millie said, “It’s an important step in the relationship. I’m listening to you and what you want and I’m doing my best to meet your desires.”

“No, no,” Andrew said, “You’re NOT listening to me. I decided against it. I’m not interested any more.”

She waved him away, “You’re feeling vulnerable from sharing and you’re embarrassed; it’s okay. You are a little red in the face. But you wouldn’t have said something if you didn’t want it. Let me do this for you.”

She picked her steps between the two trees, thin with pine needles, stepping around pinecones and trash. She stood facing traffic flying at them at 75 mph. The edge of the freeway was barely 20 feet away. Nothing, not the chain-link fence, concealed the two from the cars and trucks.

“No, no, I’m embarrassed you, putting yourself out like this. It’s not real, I was teasing. It’s an April Fool’s Day gag I’m doing with guys at work.”

“Goofball, It’s March 26th,” she replied, “And you picked a good day, it’s finally not cold, the sun’s out, it’s beautiful,” she paused, added, “And besides, I’m happy to do this for you. Enjoy!”

With that, Millie turned, grabbed the hem of her dress, faced traffic and pulled her dress up.

Time slowed for Andrew. His gut dropped, his mouth went dry, his heart hammered. The dress crawled slowly up Millie’s body, showing more and more smooth pale skin. Her shapely calves came into view. The soft, ticklish skin on the back of her knees was exposed. The freckles on the backs of her escort kız ümraniye thighs bathed in the sunlight. Holy shit, that’s her ass, the middle of her back, her shoulders. He went light-headed.

Millie had the yellow material of her sundress bunched in her hands lifted to her neck. She was nude from the shoulders down, exposing her body to who knew how many hundreds of people. Trucks honked and car horns tooted at the show. Andrew watched in horror as she spun a lazy 360. Was she getting off on showing her body to strangers?

“Okay, OKAY!” he said, grabbing for her hands, desperate to pull her dress down. She slipped out of his grasp.

“This is kinda fun!” she said, laughing, “I’ve never done anything like it before!”

She turned around again, faced him, exposing herself to him, her ass to everyone on the road. Andrew was shocked. The cars were right there and had a perfect view of her body. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Did someone call the cops? There could be Criminal Sexual Conduct charges! And everyone in the state had seen his girlfriend naked. His friends were probably driving. They had seen her tits, her pussy, her whole body! Jealousy overcame him, followed by anger.

But he couldn’t help admire how beautiful she was. Her breasts were pulled high as she held her dress up. Her pink nipples had hardened, stuck out, begging for a mouth or finger tips. Her lean torso had the right curves and shapes and flared out to her nice hips. Her legs, long and lean, never looked more beautiful in the sunlight. Andrew wanted to cover her up from everyone’s view but couldn’t move. His erection throbbed so hard it was painful.

In what felt like hours but was 90 seconds or fewer, she let the dress fall around her, back over her hips and down her legs. She grabbed his crotch.

“Wow, it worked, huh? We should go take care of this before we eat” she said. Andrew almost slapped her hand away. He wasn’t used to her (or any girlfriend) being so sexually outgoing. He wasn’t sure if he even liked it. But he nodded, confused, mumbled an ‘okay’ to her.

She laughed, walking back to the parking lot, and wrinkled her nose at him.

“You know this means it’s my turn to pick something fun, right?”

He nodded, his cock pulsing, wondering what shit he got himself into. What

Moments later, drops dress, walks towards him. She was never so sexually outgoing, grabs his crotch. “Wow, works, huh? Let’s go take care of this,”

He nods, dumbly, confused, aroused, mumbles “Okay,”

And then she laughs, wrinkles her nose at him, “And then it’s my turn to pick something,”

Oh, shit, what did he get himself into? Goddamn April Fool’s game by goddamn Danny, he thought. What was her thing?

He was afraid to find out.

(END)

Alex and the Great Outdoors

Anal

Pent up. Pent up and bored was all Alex felt. His prediction of a dull time spent visiting his grandmother had been accurate. Nothing to do around the small, rickety house, and the blisteringly hot Virginia summer was in full swing, leaving Alex bereft of anything to fill his time. The somewhat reclusive nature of Alex’s grandmother meant that, in addition to the already crushing malaise, Alex was unable to… relieve, certain pressures. As a young man of 18, Alex wasn’t used to such a lapse in his ‘me time’, and as such he was rapidly becoming uncomfortable with his burgeoning desire for a little release.

Some little respite came in the form of his, now undeniably treasured, cell phone. While Alex was cut off from contact in a physical sense, his social life continued in absentia, his phone the only lifeline to the real world back home in Chicago, well away from this loathsome shack situated miles from anywhere and anyone. Despite the heat, Alex had made a few brief trips away from the his grandmother’s house, only to find yet more dull, uninhabited fields, kept company only by the birds and buzzing flies. However, Alex’s malaise was about to take an interesting turn.

It was mid-evening, the sun not yet set, when Alex, mindful of a brief remission from the overbearing heat outside, decided out of sheer listlessness to go out for a walk. He dressed himself in a fitted white T-shirt and a pair of kight shorts, then reverentially sliding his cell into a pocket he set off along the track away from the house.

Alex had walked some considerable distance before a vibration from his phone took him up short. A text, just another reminder of his situation thought Alex, but upon opening up his phone and reading the short message, his heart near skipped a beat. Christina! Not any mere mortal but the beautiful Christina! It took barely a moment for her name to conjure up lustful thoughts, and the content of the text, a nonchalant, yet playful, merter escort bayan “Wanna hang out sometime ;)” set Alex’s pulse racing. Christina wasn’t any normal 18 year old girl, she was special. She had a certain way about her that reminded Alex of a movie star, and she certainly had the looks for it. Tallish, blonde and well endowed, Christina was a point of adoration for many a guy back home, and for her to be interested in Alex of all people! The sad fact of Alex’s isolation tasted only more bitter in the wake of this revelation, and as tantalising as the offer was, there was no way to escape his dixie trappings and return to his own, real home.

Christina’s message had done more than stir Alex’s heart however, and even in the warmth of the evening Alex could feel a certain heat about his groin and a little knot in his stomach. The past days of somewhat supervised existence had left Alex painfully horny, he felt his libido rising with each passing day and night. When Alex had set out from the house he had, in light of the dry heat, chosen to leave any underclothes off, and now as he walked down the road Alex became aware of the gentle rubbing of his shorts against his soft cock. A flurry of excitement swept through his body, and Alex looked behind, then all about himself, checking that he was truly alone on this dusty path. Satisfied, Alex reached beneath his shirt and touched his left nipple, making smooth circles around it with his deft fingers, making it hard enough that it could be seen poking through his shirt. He licked his fingers and touched the other, enjoying the cool sensation on his body, feeling his wanton ache intensify as he toyed with himself.

Alex adjusted his shorts, pulling them a little tighter against his body, and feeling the soft material glide across his sensitive foreskin. In light of the heat, Alex removed his shirt, displaying his lithe teenage body to the sweltering sun, his hard nipples feeling escort anadolu yakası the warm kiss of the evening light. Alex had never been any form of exhibitionist, but this openness stoked a fire deep within his sexuality that enticed him to do just a little more.

Alex looked around again, and upon seeing nothing suspicious, eased the zip down on his shorts, letting the fly hang open, his shorts held aloft only by the button above. Alex was tingling with excitement as he slowly, reverentially, slipped a finger through the zip and brushed his cock head. Alex’s penis stirred, stiffening up a little as he gradually slipped his shorts further down his body and pulled his balls and cock through his fly. As he walked along, Alex admired his large, heavy balls, filled to the brim with thick, creamy cum, and watched as his semi-erect cock perched atop them, bouncing this way and that with each step he took. The fading sunlight felt good as it illuminated his proudly displayed genitals, and Alex instinctively reached down and cupped his heavy balls, feeling their weight and caressing the soft skin. He moved his hand and slid up onto the underside of his sunlit cock, massaging it’s length, easing his palm up and down the smooth skin of his shaft. Alex reached for the button of his shorts and allowed gravity to drop them to his ankles, exposing his pert buttocks and dark,trimmed pubic hair.

Alex removed his shoes and became fully naked, glowing in the evening sun. As he ran his long fingers down his chest, lightly pinching each nipple on his way down, Alex knew that he could no longer contain himself. Scanning around, Alex noticed a small copse of trees not far from him, and gathering up his discarded clothing, watched as his cock bounced wildly as he jogged over to the grove. Throwing his clothing down in a heap, Alex sought a suitable tree to lean against while he indulged, selecting an arched sapling and wandering towards beşiktaş esc it. Alex felt the warm bark in his hands and the dryness of the earth beneath his bare feet, and leaning his back against the sapling he lowered himself down onto the ground, his firm buttocks alighting on the earth as he sat. Leaning against the young tree, Alex was finally ready to take himself in hand. He started slowly, running his hands over his chest and belly, flicking at his nipples, then finally descending upon his stiffening cock and full balls.

Gently, Alex drew back his foreskin, exposing the large purple head beneath. His cock was by now beyond a mere semi, hardening as he touched his shaft and toyed with his foreskin. Leaning harder upon the tree, Alex drew his knees up and parted his legs, making his hard cock stand up prominently, the tight skin quivering with anticipation as Alex began to masturbate. Long strokes, up and down the length of his cock, pausing now and then upon his glistening head, angling it backwards as a translucent droplet of pre-cum appeared as the tip, then lazily streamed down his head and onto his shaft.

Alex was lost in pleasure. As his arousal peaked, more pre-cum began to flow from his dick, and soon he was well lubricated and jerking faster, his hand running along his length, his finger tickling the underside of his swollen, quivering penis. Alex could feel the orgasm building deep inside of him, as well as the explosion of thick, white cum that would herald it’s arrival. Bombarded with new feelings, Alex moaned and shuddered as the moment came close, sensing his load waiting to be released. With a long, final moan, Alex came harder than he ever had before, his hips thrusting as his thick, gooey cum spurted in long, thick blobs from his rock hard cock, landing all over his belly and mingling amongst his pubic hair.

Alex was stunned. He sat there on the warm earth for minutes before he could think clearly again, enjoying his prolonged orgasm for all it was worth. His cum-covered cock maintained a semi-erect posture before eventually flopping down onto his outstretched leg, dripping yet more seed onto his thigh.

Perhaps, Alex thought, this vacation might not be quite so boring after all.

Andi and The Camera Club Ch. 04

Celebrity

As per Literotica’s rules, all characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

*****

“Ooh look!” said Sarah suddenly as the computer pinged, “another email from Geoff!”

It was Monday morning, and we cousins were up in my room rooting through the mail-order box. We’d barely got the lid off, and were still giggling together over my supposedly accidental flashing of the delivery guy, so obviously orchestrated by my younger blond cousin, Sarah. Thanks to her he got a good view of most of my slim figure, especially the left of my 34c tits including the pink nipple and even my dark trimmed bush. Boy was she getting to know what turned me on.

Sarah went to sit at my desk opening my emails on the computer, still in her white and blue floral pjs having only just got out of bed to sign for the package, while I sat on my bed in just a white towel dressing gown, now surrounded by the debris from unpacking our box of delightful naughties.

“What trouble are you two cooking up now?” I asked, sorting the clothing into hers and mine, which was quite easy because she was shorter and a size smaller than me, a 32b on top, and anyway we’d ordered quite different things.

“Some of this email is to both of us. Geoff says the event he’s covering on Friday is sold out. But he could maybe persuade Alice to let us join her. He really wants to treat us, to say thanks. I don’t see why not, do you?”

“Sounds like it might be fun. Alice is nice, you’ll like her, and we can talk to her about it when we see her tomorrow?”

“OK,” agreed Sarah, “there’s also something here from Geoff about a chat room?” Sarah looked over her right shoulder at me. “Did he say anything about this?”

“No, not at all. What’s it about?”

“He says, ‘Andrea, you might consider signing up to a chat room I use sometimes to find photographic models. It’s a place where you can talk about your exhibitionist desires with others who enjoy similar things. The site is FreeNeasyChat, simple to register, and I recommend the room Exibitionist/Voyeur. I always sign in as AdultPhotographer.’ Sounds fun.”

I didn’t reply but could see Sarah searching for the site, and starting to fill in the Registration.

“I’m putting your email address, Andrea, age 18, female, what else, oh location UK, we’ll leave profile statement and interests for another day. Hm, avatar or photo? Shall we put a nice head and shoulders photo of you?”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” I asked, a little unsure of the wisdom of this.

“I can edit one of Geoff’s photos so people can see how pretty you are but not use it to identify you.”

“You mustn’t use my real name or give my email out, Sarah?”

“Don’t worry, it says the email is never displayed, and we haven’t yet chosen your screen name. I want to do that last. There! A nice pretty face for your Avatar. So what shall we call you? AnExhibitionistSubmissiveHumiliationSlut?”

“Sarah!” I exclaimed, half embarrassed, half excited at her declaring publicly my fetishes.

“We don’t want to broadcast Exhibitionist or you’ll be swamped with requests for pictures or camming.”

“How do you know all this stuff?”

“Andrea, I have two older brothers and a twin brother,” she said as if that explained everything. “A name. We need a name. Something simple, attractive, expressive of who you are, mysterious, early in the alphabet. Lets see.”

We were both silent a while as we thought.

“How about AteenModel?” Sarah suggested.

“Sure,” I agreed. I didn’t think I’d ever use it. “Why not?”

Sarah tapped away thoughtfully for a bit, then announced, “Done! As soon as we get the confirmation email we can jump in.”

Within seconds the email came and Sarah opened the chat room.

We spent the next hour browsing the site, ignoring the chat requests that came in every couple of seconds, scanning the conversation in Geoff’s favourite room, giggling at what we read and generally getting turned on at the deliciously outrageous naughtiness. Sarah also emailed Geoff giving him my screen name, and saying she’d register herself as AteenDomme.

Later in the day we met Geoff in the chat room, me using my phone, sat next to Sarah on the computer. Geoff left us both welcome messages on our profile pages, making it obvious that he actually knew us in person, and Sarah and I did the same for him and each other. It was actually quite fun, and we got involved in some very naughty conversation on the main chat page. It was pretty obvious that Sarah Dommed me, and we had so many requests from men on that subject. A lot of older men wanted to be Dommed by Sarah, too.

By now she was dressed in designer fitted jeans and a black polo shirt, her hair in a ponytail, while I was in the open white towel robe over a plain white soft bra and cream bikini cut cotton briefs, feeling very sexy. Every so often Sarah would reach over with her left hand and stroke my right thigh, or my tummy, or even slip her fingers inside the waistband and stroke them through my bush. Whenever she did that I would lean over and kiss her escort bayan topkapı cheek, each time getting closer to the corner of her mouth. Then she did it one more time and my lips brushed the left corner of hers as she turned to face me, our lips together in our first tentative kiss, mouths slightly open. It was soft, warm, loving, tender, sensual and erotic. Our tongues danced hesitantly, flickering and exploring, and I felt Sarah’s fingers slip lower to cup my pussy where it was already getting moist. Rocking my hips to rub my wetness against her hand I kissed more passionately, my own hands on the back of Sarah’s neck, kissing her hungrily, wanting her tongue to fuck my mouth.

Finally we broke apart, and Sarah leaned in to give me another quick soft kiss on my lips before turning back to the computer. She typed a question into the general chat.

“Which do other girls prefer for lesbian sex, a strap-on or a vibrator?”

That sparked lots of activity and delighted Geoff who was showing a distinctly ungentlemanly dirty kinky side. Meanwhile, Sarah’s hand was still inside my briefs against my hot pussy, her middle finger now curled inside me as I rocked and humped against her hand, soaking it and my briefs.

“I think I’m gonna cum!” I gasped, “Sarah, my Princess, do I have your permission to orgasm in your hand?”

In answer Sarah turned her face to me and locked her lips on mine, gently fucking my mouth with her tongue and my pussy with her finger as I came in a series of rippling convulsions, my mewls swallowed by my Mistress.

My hips stilled, heaving chest relaxed, and our lips parted, but Sarah’s hand remained passively in my pussy, comforting.

“When may I do that for you?” I asked.

“I’ll let you know, slut,” she grinned.

“Thank you, my Princess!” I smiled back.

Soon Geoff had to go and signed off with a ‘see you on Wednesday’, and Sarah and I chatted in private with a few guys and girls, then we too signed off.

On Tuesday morning I got an email from Alice asking me to bring brown heels to our 7pm appointment at the College where she was Head of Art.

“Because the girl has her pubic hair in a trimmed landing strip I’ll need to incorporate her bush into the design .. There isn’t time to shave her pudenda for a suitable skin surface, even if I had the shaving things …”

I didn’t think Alice was aware just how much it turned me on being discussed as if I couldn’t hear, being objectified. A quick glance over to Sarah confirmed that she, on the other hand, did.

We were in Alice’s studio classroom at the college, preparing marketing material for her future Body Painting class, and the College Photography teacher, Mr Philips was both recording the transformation and taking the pictures that would be used in the posters and flyers.

Being allowed to strip naked in front of the three of them had already warmed me up, and the soft caress of the paintbrush against my skin, and the feel of three pairs of eyes scrutinising my nakedness added to the heat. The humiliation of being talked about was enough to turn heat into moisture.

The gentle blowing of the aerosol paint on my left shin was both soothing and a kind of promise of things to come as I stood on the table, left foot forward, while Alice painted my lower leg to form a brown boot. She changed to yellow around my knee and then used a brush to add the edges, with suitable shading to give the impression of creased leather. I noticed that Mr Philips was less interested in the forming boot than in my naked bush which about his eye level, and another glance at my fair cousin showed she too saw where he was looking. The welcome attention just added to my arousal.

“You know, Sarah, its going to be difficult to paint the girl’s briefs with her turned on like this. Her pussy is oozing and I haven’t even touched her tits, arse or cunt,” Alice commented.

“Yeah, I know, but it’s a cute pussy, and her oozes taste great” Sarah replied straight faced.

“Yes, it is a cute pussy, and I like how she has her pubic hair. Do you prefer girls to have a bush or not, Sarah?”

“I think mostly I like some hair, though the fashion does seem to be for a smooth bald cunt.”

“I think variety is quite refreshing. What do you think, Mr Philips?”

“I think this girl’s pussy is very pretty and looks sexy in photographs. Of course, a hairless cunt lets the photographer capture all the folds and textures of a girls labia, but a trimmed dark bush like this holds the drops of cum nectar which can glisten like jewels in the right light, just like now,” and Mr Philips leaned in to get some close up pictures.

“which do you prefer, Alice? Smooth or a bush?” asked Sarah.

As Alice finished the second leg she glanced over, “On you, Sarah my dear, I think a light down above your pussy but clean and bald below, probably waxed so as not to hurt my tongue. Do you cum a lot of juice, my dear? I should warn you I get very moist!”

I was a bit put out at not being the centre of attention. I mean, there I was, escort bayan ümraniye totally naked, the only naked person in the room, and they were having a conversation among themselves that wasn’t about me!

On the other hand, it was kind of fun being there while my pretty blonde cousin was being chatted up by Alice.

“Can you squirt when you cum, Alice?” asked Sarah, “I’ve not been able to do it. I want to know what its like.”

“Mr Phillips, close your ears, this is girl talk! None of this leaves this room! Or do I need to send you away to go us coffee?”

“Don’t worry about me, Alice, I’m just doing the visuals. My ears are closed, lips sealed. Pretend I’m not here,” though he had an obvious boner snaking down his trouser leg. Sarah glanced at it dramatically and grinned at me.

“Andrea doesn’t squirt, do you, slut? I should probably set you a masturbation homework task. What dya think, Alice? How often shall I have my slut cousin masturbate?”

Alice stopped painting for a moment and looked directly at my pussy. Mr Philips tok a few pictures of her like that.

“It is a very pretty pussy, Sarah. I assume you own it? Yes, I thought as much. It does need to be exercised. I would suggest a minimum of once every day, probably twice, but I’m sure the slut can manage more often than that. Have you been denying her orgasms? Oh, and I think it best if her masturbation doesn’t penetrate, lets keep her nice and tight.”

Sarah nodded at Alice’s wisdom.

I was ecstatic; being talked about, even praised. My tummy was warming and I could feel the wetness at the top of my thighs.

Alice carried on painting and soon both boots were done. She sprayed a minimal G string effect over my bush edged with a brush, but nothing behind, then a dark red basque with a wide expanse of bare midriff, the top edge detailed in a yellow ‘W’ barely covering my nipples, a yellow ‘W’ headband on my forehead and tallow forearms.

While all that dried she took a very small band of blue cloth and measured and trimmed, then fitted it round my hips as a low slung tiny wrap over skirt.

“Wonder Woman!” Alice announced, pleased with herself.

“Very nice!” said Mr Phillips, getting shots from every angle. “How about some pictures of her in a public place?”

“Mm, yes, we could, maybe an older formal building to go with the character? Sarah?”

“Great idea, but do you think we could let Geoff in on it? You know him, right?”

Alice looked at Sarah and smiled, nodding.

Wiping her hands and picking up her mobile, “Hey, it’s me. Bring your camera. I have a surprise. Ten minutes? Great!”

So we spent the next hour getting some shots in front of a limestone building in the park, the Museum and Gallery, surrounded by trees and lawns. Nobody watching us seemed to realise that almost all my clothing was just paint. It was fun.

As we were packing away Alice asked Sarah,

“What would you think about Andrea posing for a special drawing session for select clients? Maybe erotic nudes?”

“Oh, no problem, we already do camera club erotica for Geoff, don’t we?”

“Our first session is tomorrow, Alice,” added Geoff, much to my delight.

When Sarah and I got home we had to sneak past Mum before she noticed the state I was in. I needed a shower to clean of the paint, and of course my dress needed washing before Mum saw it and asked awkward questions about paint in the inside of it. But for now I just left it on the bathroom floor while I enjoyed a long hot shower.

The door to the camera club was unlocked, but bore a notice declaring ‘Wednesday Private Session – Invitation Only.’ I was excited as I opened the door and went through, the surroundings familiar and recalling the heart swelling arousal of the my last visit. I could feel my pulse thumping, and took Sarah’s hand, hoping she would catch some of my sense of anticipation and expectation.

Geoff met us in the large club room that was softly lit for the most part, but with the stage area surrounded by as yet dark umbrella lights. His grin was wide and eyes sparkling as they took in our long coats and high heels, and we dropped our capacious shoulder bags to the floor and went forward to greet him.

“Sarah, my dear,” he said softly and took her hands in his, kissing her cheek while looking straight into my eyes. I watched his left hand leave hers and move to the small of her back and slip down to her bum over her coat. I was surprised at how forward he was, but even more surprised that Sarah allowed it. Then he let go of her and reached for my hands, his warm thumbs softly caressing the back of my own hands, his kiss on my cheek gentle but lingering, his breath warm against my face.

“Andrea,” he breathed, and I felt him stroke my own bum through my coat.

I felt a little flushed at his greeting and glancing at my fair cousin could tell that she was affected too. This was promising to be an exceptional evening.

Gesturing to a couple of cushioned chairs and small table to the left of the stage area bayan escort Geoff suggested, “Why don’t you sort yourselves out and get comfy; the guys will be here fairly soon. I should tell you there’s been a lot of excitement about this session, and when I said the numbers were limited guys kept offering more money to be a part of it. Which means your fee is higher than we discussed, but also the expectations are high!”

“And so they should be!” quipped Sarah, “They’re getting a closed session with a beautiful teen model with few inhibitions! Just make sure they behave!” My heart fluttered at the ‘few inhibitions’ wondering what Sarah had planned.

Geoff just smiled. “Don’t worry, Sarah honey, they all know you’re in charge. In fact they rather like it.”

The room was nice and warm, and I took my coat off, draping it on the back of one of the chairs, then sat to adjust my stockings. I’d gone for dark, seamed hold-ups with black patent three inch stiletto heels which set off my slender shapely legs quite nicely, and contrasted with the pale skin tone of my soft thighs. The black cotton micro-skirt just covered my bum cheeks when standing, which was just as well since the black lacy thong did not. My black sheer full sleeved button front collared blouse was left un-tucked, the black lacy bra showing through and matching the unseen thong. My hair was in a ponytail, and I had black stud earrings and a matching black stone pendant dangling between my breasts, drawing the eye to my cleavage.

“Wow! You make me feel scruffy!” remarked Geoff, indicating his own jeans and blue t-shirt.

“You should see Sarah!” I quipped, grinning up at him.

Both our eyes swivelled to her, and responding she undid her coat, letting it fall to the floor. Glancing over I saw Geoff’s jaw drop. He’d never seen Sarah like this.

She was in a PVC outfit: Black shiny basque trimmed in red piping with red laces at the sides and back showing pale skin, a tiny black shiny skirt, black shiny stockings from mid-thigh to black shiny heels. She also had detached sleeves to just above the elbow in black shiny pvc laced in red from the wrist up, with a loop over her middle finger. From her bag she retrieved a black riding crop with red trim.

“Whoa!” was all he said.

Sarah then took from her bag a black one inch wide collar with a row of chrome studs and rings, and she put it on me with the chrome buckle behind my neck.

“I think we’re ready,” she announced, which was good timing because the door opened and a group of three guys of about thirty walked in each laden with camera bags and in the usual attire of jeans and t shirts. The just stopped when they saw us, then grinned, then went over to the easy chairs to set down their gear, continually glancing back at us.

And that’s how it continued until Geoff said everyone had arrived and it was time to start.

He’d set out refreshments on a table at the back; red wine, juices, coffee and tea and a big thermos of water, but nothing edible that might get the cameras dirty or leave crumbs on the subject.

“Okay folks, lets get on with it,” announced Geoff loudly, “Girls, if you please?” gesturing to the stage and flipping a switch to turn on the bright lights. “Now remember guys, the girls get copies of every picture; no obscuring each other, no touching the model, and Sarah, that’s the blonde, she’s in charge of what happens. Be polite, be professional, and I’m sure everyone will get his money’s worth. Any questions or requests direct them to me or Sarah, but otherwise, let the Games begin!”

“Geoff, can we have one of those plain, kitchen type wooden chairs on the stage?” He nodded to one of the guys who did as Sarah asked, and she then ordered me to get up there.

We started the shoot with me facing the room but sitting on the reversed chair, my arms folded across the top of the chair back, stockinged legs spread either side, chin cupped in my hands. The small cotton skirt naturally covered between my legs, an area partly obscured by the vertical slats of the chair back, but it seemed to be a sexy enough pose to get the guys excited, which of course excited me. Looking briefly at my cousin I could tell that she was into it too.

“Hands on the chair back and lean backwards,” Sarah instructed, and as I obeyed I knew that the black studded collar would be very noticeable.

“Stand up!”

Her tone was delicious, and the way she barked the order had a few guys glancing over at her, obviously liking what was happening. I obeyed quickly, that lovely feeling building in my belly, my hands still on the chair back.

“Right foot on the chair seat!” Up went my foot.

“Move the chair to your right!” I did, dragging it while keeping my right foot on the seat and right hand on the chair back. My left hand went up into my hair.

“Lean over onto your right knee!” This raised the back of my skirt exposing my bum cheeks, bare in the thong. The guys changed position to get some good pictures from behind and below. I loved it.

“Put the chair behind you, turn towards it and drape yourself over its back!” Keeping my feet outside the chair legs with seat pointing away from me I bent forward so my skirt rode up even more, my bare bum now totally exposed, the cheeks separated by the black lace of my thong. The sounds of camera shutters got even faster than before.

An Exhibishonist at Heart

Blonde

I never imagined myself being an exhibitionist; the thought always seemed too perverse for me. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex, and I have no hook-ups about my body, but willingly letting someone, or multiple someones, see me naked seemed a little too extreme for my taste. That is, until one night while in my dorm room.

*****

It was 10 pm on a Friday, and I had just gotten home from working an 8 hour shift at the school bookstore, after having had a 3 hour class in the morning. I was exhausted and looking forward to my first Saturday off in a month. I knew there were multiple parties that I could have gone too, but I wanted nothing more than to enjoy a quiet night alone.

My roommate told me that she was meeting her friends and heading to a kegger across campus, and that she would be spending the night in her boyfriend’s dorm. I told her to have fun, and sat back to watch some TV.

Nothing was on, so I decided to take me shower now. I grabbed my towel, and my bag of supplies, and walked down the hall to the showers. The floor was empty; most of the students heading out to parties. So I got the entire shower room to myself. I was able to take the time, and enjoy my shower. I even decided to try a little sculpting, shaving all of my pubes except for a little heart of red hair just above my pussy.

After shaving my legs, and rubbing myself down with lotion, I covered myself up with a towel, and walked back to my room. I knew that I lived in a girl only dorm, but that didn’t stop girls from sneaking in their boyfriends on a regular basis.

I locked my door behind me, and placed my things back in my drawer.

I grabbed the remote, and flicked through the channels again, hoping to find something on. I stopped when I got to the music channel, and saw my favorite song playing.

Realizing that I was alone for the night, and that no one could see me, I immediately started singing and dancing along to the music. I was having so much fun, that I continued doing it for the next three songs.

I only stopped when my towel came loose, and started to fall. I quickly grabbed it, but only after it had fallen below my chest. I froze there, my breasts exposed; coming to the realization that no one was there to see me, so there was no reason for me to be so shy.

I let the towel drop, and my heart beat started to race. I couldn’t believe that I was standing around naked in my dorm room, and I wasn’t getting changed, or having sex; I was just standing there naked.

I took several deep breaths, until my heart rate returned to normal, and started walking around the room, feeling myself get bolder as I did. Another catchy song started playing, and I decided to join in; singing and dancing around the room, naked.

After a while, I decided it was enough and put on a pair of panties, and an old tee shirt that I usually sleep in when I’m not expecting company.

I sat down on my bed, putting the pillow behind my back so that I could lean against the headboard. I flipped through the channels again, hoping to find something interesting on. It was approaching midnight, and I was getting tired.

I stopped flipping through the channels, and sat up straighter when I noticed something I had just passed. I went back towards what I thought I had seen, and found that I was right; somehow, we had gotten a porn channel unlocked.

Now, I’m no prude, I’ve watched porn before; heck, I’ve masturbated to porn a lot. I even had sex with a guy, while we were watching porn. But I had never actually watched porn without planning too. Usually, I had to be horny, and I would grab my laptop to watch some.

But here is was, free on vip escort my TV. And it was in the middle of a good one, from what I could see. It definitely wasn’t a cheap, low budget, mass produced kind of porn; it was high quality stuff.

Some girl was sitting on a couch, watching porn herself; the irony of the situation was not lost on me. She had her pants off, and her panties were pulled aside so that she could masturbate.

I found myself getting hot, even though there was only a girl on screen; I, like most women, was a little bi-curious, but I had never tried anything other than a kiss, once.

I started rubbing my breasts through my tee shirt; squeezing them, and pinching my nipples.

A ringing from my phone made me jump.

I reached over and picked up my phone, seeing a text message. I opened the message, and saw that I didn’t know the sender. “What the fuck?” I asked out loud, as I read the message.

“You have some nice moves.” The message said.

Before I could understand what the message meant, I got another one.

“It’s a shame you covered up.”

“Covered up? What the hell is this about?” I started typing a reply. “Who are you?” I wrote.

“Someone who appreciates beautiful things.”

“I don’t know you.”

“Yes you do; you just don’t know me that well.”

“What’s your name?”

“I can’t tell you; it’s a secret.”

“You have the wrong number.”

“I don’t think so, Amber; I can see you reading my texts as we speak.”

“See me?” I said out loud, confused. “What are they talking about?” I looked around my room, wondering what they meant by that, and then my eyes fell upon my windows. My roommate must have wanted to get some fresh air today, and opened the windows; but she had forgotten to close the drapes after wards.

I had danced around the room naked in front of the open windows, with the lights on, while it was dark outside.

“Oh my God!” I shouted, jumping up and closing all the drapes quickly. “Oh my God!” I repeated.

My phone rang again, and I looked at the message.

“Why did you do that?”

I knew right then and there, that someone had been watching me; and they somehow had my phone number.

Another message came in.

“Don’t hide your beauty; show it to the world.”

“Leave me alone!” I texted back. “Stop texting me!”

“I can’t help it; I’m captivated by your beauty.”

I stood there starring at my phone, my heart racing again.

“Please don’t hide yourself from the world. You’re too beautiful to hide away.”

I tried to control my breathing, but every text I got from this mysterious person kept me flustered.

“You are like an eclipse; dangerous to look at, but too amazing to resist.”

As creepy as the whole situation was, I couldn’t help but appreciate the words.

“Please let me see you again; I beg of you.”

I still don’t know why I did it, but I reached over and opened the drapes in front of the window facing my bed.

“Is that better?” I texted, as I stepped in front of the window.

“Yes, thank you.”

I looked around, trying to figure out who could be watching me. The only building high enough to see into my fourth floor window was just across from mine; it was a coed dorm. I figured that only a handful of windows could possibly hold this voyeur, but they were all blacked out.

“That’s right; I’m in here.”

“Which window is yours?”

“I can’t tell you that; that would be cheating.”

“It’s not fair that you can see me, but I can’t see you.”

“I found you on my own; you have to do the same.”

I sat back on my bed, leaning against gecelik escort the headboard and looking out my window. “Can you still see me like this?” I texted.

“Yes; and I saw what you started to do before.”

My heart rate started to pick up again. “You did?”

“Yes I did. It was hot.”

I sat there starring at the last text, getting excited for some reason. The fact that this mystery person had seen me naked, and then had seen me as I had started touching myself, seemed dangerous, and yet incredibly exciting.

“Why don’t you continue where you left off?”

“I bet you’d like that.”

“I would like it a lot.”

I put the phone down on the bed next to me, and reached up to massage my breasts through my tee shirt. I looked over at the TV, and saw that the scene had changed, and that the girl was now busy sucking an older man’s cock, while he was on the phone with his wife. He was telling her that he had just sent the babysitter home, and that he was going to miss her while she was away for work.

This turned me on even more, since I had been a babysitter for my neighbor when I was younger, and I had always fantasized about banging the husband; he had been my first crush.

I closed my eyes, and tried to picture him in my mind. I imagined him touching me the way I had always wanted him too. One of my hands slid down between my legs, and started pressing my into my pussy through the tee shirt.

Then an idea popped in my head; I could pretend that this voyeur was actually him, and give him a show that would make him want me.

A ring let me know I had another message. I opened my eyes and looked at it.

“It looks a little hot in there. Maybe you should remove that shirt?”

“I think you’re right.”

I sat up, and removed my tee shirt; tossing it on the ground. I cupped my breasts, and pinched my nipples, while starring out my window, at my voyeur.

“Your breasts are wonderful. I wish I could touch them.”

“Lookie-lookie; no touchie-touchie.”

I smiled and put the phone back down, before leaning back against the headboard again. My hands continued massaging my breasts, and pinching my nipples, as I watched the scene shift to the guy eating her pussy.

My hand found its way back between my legs, and, without the tee shirt, was able to get a lot more pressure on my pussy through my thin lace panties. I looked out the window, again, and spread my legs, so that my voyeur could get a good view of what I was doing.

I could feel my panties getting wet, and was about to reach into them, when I got another message.

“Take them off, please.”

I smiled at the thought of teasing them, and not removing them, but since I had already gone this far, I decided that it couldn’t hurt to go all the way.

“What’s the magic word?” I asked, already having decided to remove them, but wanting to play with them a little.

“Heart.” They wrote.

I was so shocked that they had written that; there was no way they could have seen enough detail from that distance to have made out the heart shaped tuft of pubic hair.

“Why do you think its heart?”

“Because that’s what I saw when you were dancing around.”

The thought that they must have binoculars, or a telescope if they could see that, excited me even more; it meant that they were going to get a really good show.

I smiled, placing the phone down, and hooked my thumbs in the waist of my panties. I tried to remove them as seductively as I could, holding my legs up in the air. I tossed them down on top of my shirt, and lowly spread my legs; giving my voyeur a good look.

“That eskort is the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen.”

“It feels even better.” I wrote, as I reached down with one hand, and started rubbing my pussy. “It’s so wet, right now.”

“Show me.”

I put the phone down, and used both hands to hold open my pussy. I knew that if they did have binoculars or a telescope, they would see the moisture glistening on my pussy.

“That looks so tasty.”

I slid two fingers inside my pussy, and then lifted them to my mouth, where I sucked on them for a few seconds.

“It sure is.”

“Please, touch yourself some more.”

I reached back down and continued rubbing my pussy, while starring out my window. I wanted them to think I was looking right at them; but in reality, I was imagining ‘him’.

My fingers danced around my pussy, pressing all the right buttons, at just the right time; it was the most amazing masturbation session of my life. And when I finally came, I had the greatest orgasm ever; my whole body tingled for minutes, as the waves of pleasure cascaded through me.

Once I finally calmed down, I looked at my phone to see that I had received several messages from my mysterious voyeur.

“You look so hot.”

“I wish I was the one doing that for you.”

“Come for me.”

“That was amazing; you look so incredibly sexy.”

“This will be a night we never forget.”

I read them all, pausing on the last one. What had they meant by ‘we’, I wondered?

“Who’s ‘we’?” I asked. “I thought it was just you.”

“I never said that.” They replied.

“Oh my God.” I whispered, suddenly becoming self-conscious again. “How many were you?”

“Just my girlfriend and I.” They replied. “She’s the one who first saw you.”

I relaxed a little, but still felt a bit uncomfortable about having just done that for more than one person.

“You were so hot, that she couldn’t control herself, and played along with you.”

For some reason, this made me smile.

“She wanted me to send you this.”

The next message I got wasn’t a text, but a picture of a pussy being fingered by a small female hand.

“I’ve never seen her come so fast; you really turned her on.”

I looked back at the picture, but didn’t recognize anything; not like I expected too, I didn’t go around starring at other girls when they were naked.

“She even had time to finish me off before you came.”

He sent me another picture of the same hand, but this time it had a huge cock in its grasp, and come was dripping down onto it.

“She thought it was only fair to send you those, since you were so nice to us.”

I kept flipping back and forth between the two pictures; not believing what was happening.

“Thank you for tonight; it’s the most fun we’ve had in a while. Take care.”

I looked at the pictures several more times, my body starting to get hot again. I stood up and walked over to the window. I blew a kiss to the mysterious couple, and pulled the drapes closed. Then I went back to my bed, and sat down.

I couldn’t help but smile at the result of the evening, and wondered if there would ever be any more like it. I realized that I had thoroughly enjoyed being watched, and would not be opposed to having it happen again; in fact, I was looking forward to it happening again.

I was so looking forward to it, that I couldn’t wait; so I sat back, spreading my legs wide, and held my phone between my legs. With my free hand, I started rubbing my pussy, but made sure that the heart shaped tuft of hair was still visible; then I took a picture.

I examined the picture, before typing a message. “I only think it fair that you also get a keepsake from tonight.” Then I sent him the picture, and closed my phone for the night.

I was hooked, and now knew that I was an exhibitionist at heart.

THE END

Amy the Exhibitionist Ch. 08

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Author’s Note

All characters in this part of the Amy the Exhibitionist series are over the age of legal consent.

This part is actually the thirteenth part of the Amy the Exhibitionist series. Parts one to four are about how Amy discovered her passion for Exhibitionism at the age of thirteen. As Literotica only permits stories about characters over the age of consent I have had to rename part thirteen as part eight. It is quite easy to find the original parts one to four by searching the internet.

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Ch. 08 – Part 12 – My first few months at University – fourth part

Sunday Morning Swimming
Ella joins us on most Sunday mornings. She’s totally relaxed and is fucking a couple of Ben’s mates in the pool and in the shower. Us 3 girls take it in turn to use the water inlet and the boys take it in turn to support and grope us. What a great way to start a Sunday.

Another email from Ella

Dear NEWP Sorority,

Please accept my apologies for this late email as I had to go home to my parents last weekend. While I was there my mother commented on how I had changed. She was very pleased to see that I am no longer the quiet mousey girl that left home to go to university; that I am now self-confident and outgoing. She was pleased with my more feminine look (skirts, not my old habit of always wearing jeans all the time). I don’t think that she noticed my lack of all underwear.

My father also seemed happy with the ‘new’ me. He spent quite a lot of time talking to me about university and lots of other things as well.

My older brother started to acknowledge my presence and was actually quite friendly towards me.

In our house we have our favourite chairs for watching TV. The men sit on one side of the room and the women on the other. Both my dad and brother never used to take much notice of me when we were watching TV, but this last weekend both of them kept looking over to me and sometimes talking to me. I suspect that it may well have had something to do with my short skirts, bare legs and no knickers. I’m pretty sure that they both noticed my lack of underwear and poking nipples.

My second hazing started quite similar to the one that I had seen Amy go through a few weeks ago.

I remember watching Amy have an orgasm when she was being paddled and I am truly sorry that I couldn’t manage to cum as well. Maybe if it had gone on longer I would have got there. If you would like to get someone to spank, paddle or cane me longer we will see if they can make me cum.

I was expecting to have to thank the students for helping me with my hazing so that was no surprise. After I had finished that I was expecting it to end. When Amy told me to get back on the table I had visions (nice ones) of her telling all the boy’s to gangbang me. This is something that has be the subject of many masturbation fantasies.

I was not disappointed when the boys used a vibrator to give me the relief that I so much needed.

I did find the dildo very difficult to walk in. I have never felt so ‘full’ in all my life. I was pleased when Amy removed it, but I was a little disappointed when Amy took it away with her.

I do so want to be a fully-fledged member of NEWPS. I will do absolutely anything that you want me to do. I will gladly be your sex slave if that is what you want.

I’m looking forward to my next hazing.

Yours obediently,

Ella

Flashing one of my Professors and Labs group
I’m convinced that one of the Labs geeks was at my second, first hazing. He has a permanent grin on his face and a frequent bulge in his trousers. Every time that I look at him I get wet thinking about what happened to me that night. Was he one of the students who paddled me? Was he the one who fucked me?

I’ve got to get a grip of myself and concentrate on my project work.

I suppose that I don’t really help myself. I quite often go to one of the Lab sessions wearing my Ben Wa balls or Pocket Rocket or Butt Plug. Last week I went wearing nothing under my Lab coat. It’s a bit longer than my skirts, but it’s a tighter fit, so you can see through where it fastens – if you get at the right angle. I’m wondering if I can do something to the press fasteners so that they pop open easily.

The Professor that I flashed and had asked me to stay back so that he could have a word with me, managed to do that at the end of the next lecture from him. I’d sat there with my legs partially open throughout his lecture and I’d seen him looking a couple of times.

When everyone else had gone he asked me how I was settling in at university and how I was getting on with the work.

He then told me that he was a good friend of Professor Lesley Jones and that she’d told him all about me and my friend. I started to get a little concerned. He said that he wanted me and my friend to provide him with a similar service. I said that I didn’t know what he was talking about. He opened his briefcase and got out a couple of DVDs. I tesettürlü escort blushed and got a little wet rush.

Professor Thomas Gibbons looked at me as I said, “Yes Sir, we’ll be pleased to do whatever you ask.”

“Right, for starters you can keep on with your little shows each week. It’s nice having 3 or 4 girl’s sitting on the front row trying to influence their grades each year. Not that they do you understand. The more interesting you make your displays the better. And don’t think that I didn’t know what that little remote control thingy was the other week. I’m getting good at using those things and looking as if I haven’t a clue what I’m doing.

I’ll let you know when there’s something that you can do for me. Now be off with you, and not a word to anyone.”

As I walked out of there I was wondering which of the other girls on the front row were flashing him. I couldn’t remember which ones were wearing a skirt.

As soon as I got back to my room I went looking for Katie. I found her in the kitchen area and I told her all about it. We’re waiting apprehensively.

At his next lecture I saw that one other girl sitting on the front row was wearing a miniskirt. I couldn’t see if she had her legs open, and the Professors eyes didn’t appear to be looking in the direction of her legs.

After the lecture I caught up with her and told her that I knew what her game was. She denied it but went red in the face. I asked her if the Prof had spoken to her about it. She didn’t say anything so I told her that he had spoken to me about me doing the same.

That made her relax and she said that he’d threatened to get her kicked out if she didn’t do what he told her. He’d told her that there was a little video camera hidden somewhere on the wall and that he’d recorded, in detail, what she was doing.

We went to the uni café and compared notes. I told her (Sarah) how Professor Lesley Jones was blackmailing Katie and me, and told her what we had been forced to do.

Sarah was horrified and told me that we should have gone to the police. She backed away from that when I told her that, firstly, we valued our place at university and didn’t want to lose it; and secondly, we’d enjoyed it.

She appeared surprised, but after I told her more of the details she admitted that she would have enjoyed it as well.

I asked Sarah if she had a remote controlled vibe. She seemed a little surprised by that question but said that she had. I asked her if she would wear it for the lecture with Prof Gibbons next week. When she agreed I told her that we could have a bit of fun at Gibbon’s expense.

We parted, promising to keep flashing and comparing notes after each lecture.

My Thursday / Friday Job
This is going well. I am well into the habit of stripping as soon as I get to my desk.

After the third time that I was there I realised that some of the novelty and excitement of being naked was wearing off so I decided that I would go there wearing either my Pocket Rocket, Ben Wa balls, or my Butt plug, the one with the big diamond that stays outside me.

The next time that I went, I put in my Ben Wa balls before I left my room. They did their work as I walked to and from the bus. By the time I got to my desk the inside of my thighs was wet. I spent the next 4 hours on a high and got so close a couple of times. The journey back to my room was torture and I was glad that Ben was there when I arrived. I’m definitely going to take my friend Ben Wa to work again.

The time after that I put my Butt plug in my pussy before I left my room. I checked in a mirror and if my legs are slightly apart you can just see the diamond. I wondered if any of the 5 guys would notice it. I needn’t have worried. I was in the kitchen area getting another jar of coffee out of one of the floor cupboards when Pete came in. My back was to him and I was bent at the waist so he got a great view of my assets and the diamond.

I was a little disappointed when all Pete did was to ask me if it was a real diamond.

The last time I went to work I wore my Pocket Rocked. I couldn’t help myself; I used the remote to make myself cum on the bus on the way there, and on the way back.

After being there for about an hour I decided to switch it on each time that I had to go and talk to one of the guys. I’m sure that they couldn’t hear it, but I sure as hell could feel it.

I’d left the remote control on my desk and in a quiet moment I turned it right up to full and made myself cum. It was weird having an orgasm and watching 4 men working close by and them not knowing what I was doing. I’m glad that I managed to do it without making a noise.

We had a visitor when I was there last Friday. There was a knock on the door and I automatically went and opened it, forgetting that I was naked. Imagine the surprise on the face of the visitor when he saw me. I invited him in and took him to Pete’s office as if it was something that I did every day. ümraniye eskort The poor man kept starting to say something but nothing coherent came out. I took coffee to them a few minutes later and he just stared at me. Pete acted just like he does every time that I take him coffee. The poor man must have been quite confused.

Human Anatomy
One day Ben brought me a leaflet that he’d intercepted before it was put on one of the notice boards. It was from one of the Lecturers of the Human Biology course. For the Human Anatomy module he was looking for a man and a woman to help him demonstrate the differences between males and females and their responses to different stimuli. They were willing to pay £100 for 2 one hour sessions. Ben thought that I might be interested.

Of course I was. I grabbed the leaflet and phoned the number. The man asked me if I realised that I would have to be naked for it as the students needed to examine my body in detail. He also told me that I would have to take part in some sexual activity so that the students could examine my biological reactions. I told him that it wouldn’t be a problem. He told me when the sessions were. One of them clashed with a lecture but I wasn’t worried, I’d be able to borrow someone’s notes and read up on it.

Everything was agreed and I would be there for the first session one day the next week.

The first session
When I got there I was met by a man in a white coat who introduced himself as David. He asked me to wait until the ‘male specimen’ arrived. A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door and a rather cute looking guy walked in. He introduced himself as Nathan.

David then explained that sexual arousal and activity was a natural human act and that we weren’t to be at all embarrassed by it and that we were not to hold back. “Just let it happen” were his words. He then told us to take our clothes off and follow him through the door when we were ready.

As David went through that door I heard him say, “Ladies and gentlemen, our living specimens have arrived and will be joining us shortly.”

I looked at Nathan, and to break the ice I told him that it was going to be the easiest £100 that I had ever earned. He laughed and agreed.

Nathan and me went through the door to be greeted by about 20 young men and women. All staring at us.

We were told to stand in front of the 2 tables that were at the front of the room. We had to stand there for about 20 minutes as David went into all the technical names for the parts of Nathan and me that were different; and described their functions. He went on to explain why men and women are shaped differently (apart from their sex organs).

To be honest, I was bored. I had never heard of a lot of the names that he used and I wasn’t really interested in them.

Things brightened up when he started touching me to explain things like what my buttocks and breasts were made of and why they wobbled when prodded. He almost sounded disappointed that my breasts didn’t sag at all, and had to explain that most women’s do, and why. He seemed to take his time prodding and poking my boobs as he explained to the students how to examine breasts for lumps that shouldn’t be there. When he started squeezing, pulling and twisting my nipples I couldn’t help moaning a little.

When he came to my pubic bone he said that he was glad that it was the fashion these days to keep them free of hair as it was much healthier. Nathan wasn’t shaved and David explained to the students all about the bacteria that can grow in the hair if not regularly washed.

Nathan isn’t circumcised and David got Nathan to pull back his foreskin. As he was holding his cock, Nathan started to get a semi as David gave all the names for the different bits.

David went on to explain why some men were circumcised, a little bit about the religious reasons and more about the medical reasons. He also explained how circumcision is done and all about the bacteria that can grow there. He almost put me off un-circumcised men for life.

It was only when David told us to sit on the two tables, lean back on our elbows and bring our knees up and wide open that I started to wake up.

Nathan’s cock was getting harder as David explained what caused men (medical reasons) to get erections. I watched as David pulled and pushed Nathan’s cock and balls.

David turned to me and said, “now the female specimen.” He stood beside the table and had another grope of my breasts.

He turned to my pussy and explained what all the bits were that were now on display. As he squeezed my clit I could feel myself getting hot and wet; which was what he obviously wanted because he then explained the medical reasons why I was wet.

Next Nathan and me were told to lay back on the table. David then told the students to come to the front and examine the ‘specimens’ themselves.

Twenty students came forward and started examining Nathan and me. I lay back and enjoyed escort şişli 20 pairs of hands playing with my tits and pussy. Most of the talk was medical gibberish but there were a few comments like, “God, she gets wet easy,” and “look how much liquid she’s producing.”

Comments like that were turning me on even more. One male student started rubbing the end of my clit very gently. That was it, my orgasm started and I was jerking and moaning. As my peak passed I heard David say that he was glad that I had reached orgasm as it was a perfect example and asked the students to note my body’s reaction. He went on to explain what had happened in medical language.

Just then I heard Nathan grunt and a couple of the students took a step back from him. As David gave Nathan some tissues he explained what happens internally when a man ejaculates.

The hour was up and David thanked Nathan and me and told us that we could leave. As we were getting dressed Nathan told me that he was embarrassed but it had been worth it for the money. I smiled and agreed.

Davis came in and reminded us that the second session was the next week at the same time.

Ella’s Third and Final Hazing
We had real trouble thinking what we could get Ella to do for this. In the end we sent this email to her: –

Dear Ella,

You have done very well to get this far, we are all pleased with your performances. You will also be pleased to hear that you passed your medical examination. The doctor was impressed with how easy it was to get you to have multiple orgasms.

We are also pleased with how you have adapted to life wearing short skirts and no underwear and how quickly you have discovered, and taken advantage of, the benefits that short skirts and no underwear can get a girl.

We are all interested how your relationship with your father and big brother develops. Previous experiences by some Sorority Sisters show that fathers and brothers are a great source of sexual excitement and pleasure. It is easy to tease them into doing whatever you want by ‘accidentally’ revealing lots of skin. I believe that Amy has already discussed her relationship with her brother with you. I’m sure that she will be able to give you some tips on how to ‘accidentally’ let your father and brother see you naked.
Keep us informed.

Your third and final hazing will be different to the first two in that you will know what you have to do before you start. It is also different in that you get to choose what you do. You have to choose and complete 3 of the following:-

a.Wearing only shoes, handcuffs (behind your back) and a dog collar and lead; be led by your Pledge Sister down the main shopping street at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon.

b.Repeat your second hazing, but with a much larger audience and a greater number of participants.

c.Streak through the town’s main shopping mall on a Saturday afternoon.

d.Be the star at a bukake party.

e.Get gangbanged. A big box of condoms will be provided and men will only be allowed to participate if they wear one.

f.Go out in town on a Saturday afternoon and persuade a man (any man) to take you down an alley and let you give him a blow job.

g.Be a sex slave for a weekend for a NEWPS appointed man.

h.Be a sex slave for all the NEWPS Sisters for a weekend.

i.Strip naked and masturbate in the St. Damian’s Library.

j.Attend a university lecture naked.

k.Attend a university student’s party naked.

l.Earn £100 as a lap dancer at one of the two bars in town that have lap dancers.

m.Wearing you shortest skirt, with it rolled at the waist so that it only just covers your butt and pussy, and with no underwear on, go up and down all the escalators in the town’s main shopping centre 20 times on a Saturday afternoon. On each occasion, wait at the bottom and only get on when there are un-attached men looking as if they are about to get on. Make sure that you are in front of them.

Please let us know your choice before this weekend so that your Pledge Sister can approve it and make any necessary arrangements.

Good luck,

NEWPS Sisters

The following day later we got this email from Ella: –

Dear NEWP Sorority,

Thank you for your email. I have to say that allowing me to choose which challenges that I want to do for my third and final hazing was quite a surprise, and quite a challenge in its self. Just reading through the list got me all excited and wet. Some of the items have been part of my fantasies for a number of years and been the source of sexual stimulation on a number of occasions.

After a lot of daydreaming and a couple of frigging sessions, I have decided that I would like to do the following 3 sessions: –

Session 1 – a. Repeating your second hazing, but with a much larger audience and a greater number of participants.

With more people paddling my backside I’m hoping that I will be able to go through the pain barrier into the pleasure part and reach an orgasm.
If you would like to practise this on me before the hazing session I will be more than happy.

Session2 – c. Streak through the town’s main shopping mall on a Saturday afternoon.

Session 3 – Please can you combine: –

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