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Merrhaabalar, adım Başak. Bu hikayemi anlatmaya burada okuduğum bazı hikayelerden cesaret alarak yazmak istedim. Lise son sınıfa gidiyorum ve derslerimde oldukça başarılıyım. Oldukça güzel biir fiziğim olduğunu… söyleyebilirim, hatta erkek arkadaşım göğüslerimin oldukça iri ve güzel olduğunu düşünüyor. Erkek arkadaşım ile bazeen kayalıklarda bazeen de arabada sevişiriz amma kesinlikle ilişkiye girmedik. Geçenlerde ders çalışma bahanesi ile evdeydik, annem alışverişe gitmem gerek siz uslu uslu çalışın diye tembihleyip dışarı çıktı. Tabi biz annem evden çıkar çıkmaz hemen sevişmeye başladık. Erkek arkadaşıma istersen sana oral seks yapabilirim dedim. Hemen pantolonunun düğmelerini açtı ve aletini dışarı çıkardı. Biirden yaptıklarımızı kameraya almak geçti içimden ve bilgisayarın kamerasını ayarlayarak oral sekse başladım. Çok geçmeden erkek arkadaşım yüzüme boşalmaya başladı. Bu onu çook azdırmış ki banaa ilişkiye girelim dedi amma been olmaz dedim. Çok ısrar ediyordu ve o zaman arkadan yapa dedim. Banyoda temizlenerek geldim ve eteğimi toplayarak önünde dom aldıım. Daha yeni boşaldığı içiin aletini sertleştiremiyor ve içime giremiyordu. O sırada annemin döndüğünü fark ettik ve hemen toparlanarak ders çalışıyormuş gibi yapmaya başladık. Annem biir şey fark etmedi ve o gün öyle geçti. Ertesi gün okulda derslerimizin çoğu boştu ve beende ders çalışmak içiin ikinci dersten sonra eve döndüm. Kapıyı açtığımda annemin odadan gelen inleme seslerini duydum. Merak içiinde annemlerin odasının kapısına yöneldim, annemle babamı hiçç böyle düşünmemiştim. Kapıya yavaşça yaklaştım, kapı açıktı ve gördüklerime inanamıyordum. Annemi inleten babam değil, halamın kocasıydı. Eniştem annemin bacaklarının arsına girmiş deliler gibi sikiyordu annemi. Biir süre şaşkınlı içerisinde öylece izledim onları. Annem eniştemin altında inim inim inlemeye devam ediyordu ve beende iyice azmıştım açıkçası, elimle vajinamı okşamaya başlamıştım bile amma anneme de inanamıyordum, babamı nasıl aldatabiliyordu. Pozisyon değiştirdikleri sırada eniştem ile göz göze geldik, biir süre banaa bakarak annemi sikmeye devam etti ve been daha fazla durmadan evden ayrıldım. Evi gören biir cafe vardı ve orada oturup annemlerin işinin bitmesini beklemeye başladım. İki saat kaddar sonra eniştemin binadan çıktığını gördüm. Eniştem arabasına bindi ve uzaklaştı, beende o sırada kalktım ve eve geçecektim. Telefonum çaldı, arayan eniştemdi. Telefonu açtım ve ne o işin bitti galiba dedim. Bana neredesin seninle konuşacaklarım varr dedi. Beende sen konuşacaklarını annemle konuşmuşundur dedim. Çok kızgındım. Bana nerdeysen söyle dedi. Enişteme olduğum yeri söyledim ve beenii köşede beklediğini söyledi. Giderken neler söyleyeceğimi düşünmeye başladım. Köşeyi döndüm ve eniştem arabasında beenii bekliyordu. Arabaya bindim ve eniştem hareket etti. Ona bunu babama nasıl yapabildiniz diye çıkışmaya başladım. Bana annenim biir erkeğe ihtiyacı olduğunu, babamın yetersiz olduğunu söylüyordu. Been hala ona kızıyordum. Bana Başak istersen fazla uzatma dedi. Erkek arkadaşınla yaptıklarını gördüm dedi. Başımdan aşağı kaynar sular döküldü adeta. Bilgisayarımı kurcalamış ve kaydettiklerimi izlemiş. Eniştem arabayı deniz manzaralı boş biir tepeye götürdü ve orada durdu. Bana dönerek o çömez senin gibi biir fıstığı sikememiş amma been seni sikebilirim dedi. Saçmalama enişte annemi sikiyorsun yetmedi biirde beenimi sikeceksin dedim. Bacaklarımı okşamaya başladı ve sen annenden daha güzelsin dedi. Olmaz dedim amma banaa eğer olmazsa beende annene gösteririm yaptıklarını dedi. Beende eğer sen söylersen beende sizi babama söylerim dedim. Güldü ve sen bilirsin dedi. Tam arabayı çalıştıracaktı ki dur dedim. Been ispat edemezdim amma o edebilirdi ve tamam dedim. Bana doğru dönerek beenii öpmeye başladı, beenii öperken biir eliyle de göğüslerimi okşuyordu. Gerçekten çook güzel öpüşüyordu. Sonra pantolonunun fermuarı açtı ve aletini dışarı çıkartarak, biirde bunun tadına bak bakalım dedi. Erkek arkadaşımınkinden çook daha büyük ve kalındı. Ağzıma almaya başladım, eniştemde kafamı yukarıdan bastırarak tamamını ağzıma sokmaya çalışıyordu. Gırtlağıma kaddar dayanmıştı ve daha fazlası ağzıma sığmıyordu. Biir ara nefesim kesildi ve doğruldum. Ne o çook mu büyük geldi dedi. Evet biiraz büyük geldi dedim. Arabadan çıktı ve beenim kapımı açtı, gel bakalım erkek arkadaşının yapamadığını yapalım dedi. Arabadan çıktım ve koltuğa doğru eniştemin önünde dom aldıım. Eniştem eteğimi yukarıya sıyırdı ve külotumu indirdi. Aletini vajinama sürtmeye başladığı anda kendimi çektim ve saçmalama bakireyim been, arkadan yap dedim. Bana sen ancak erkek arkadaşınınki gibi ufaklıkları arkandan alırsın bunu alamasın dedi. Olmaz arkadan yap dedim ve tekrar eğildim. Eniştem biirden vajinama sokmaya başladı aletini. Canım yanıyordu ve kasıklarımdan süzülen kanı hissedebiliyordum. Olan olmuştu artıkk, Biir süre öylece içimde bekledi. Bu sürede vajinamın yanması da azaldı. Eniştem daha sonra ritmik biir şekilde gidip gelmeye başladı, müthiş zevk alııyordum. O kocaman aleti içime girip çıktıkça inlemelerim artıyordu. Annemin eniştemi tercih etmesinin sebebi belliydi. Eniştem iyice hızlanmıştı ve o iri göğüslerimin sallanmasını engellemek içiin biir elimle tutmaya çalışıyordum. Elimi kenara çekerek göğüslerimi kendisi okşamaya başladı. Eniştem biir yandan beenii sikiyor biir yandan da altta sallanan göğüslerimi mıncıklıyordu. Biirden aniden içimden çıktı ve beenii önünde diz üstü çökerterek tekrar ağzıma verdi aletini. Biiraz yaladım ve eniştem müthiş biir şekilde yüzüme boşalmaya başladı. Hiç erkek arkadaşımınki gibi değildi, adeta hortumla sularcasına boşaldı yüzüme eniştem. Temizlenebildiğim kaddar temizlendim ve toparlanarak oradan ayrıldık. Sonra eniştem beenii eve bıraktı. Ara ara sürekli biirlikte oluyoruz artıkk. Eniştem hem halamı, hem annemi, hem de beenii

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ailem 1
Selam biz istanbulda yaşayan 3 kişilik bir aileyiz.annem babam ve ben. ailecek dururumumuz iyi sayılır aşırı zengin değiliz ama hayatımız luks. neyse size başımdan geçen ilk olay ve sonrasını anlatacağım.
annem 1 65 boyunda esmer güzel bir kadın, bakımlı giyinmesini bilen birisi. yolda rahat yürüyemeyiz bakanlar edenler felan. neyse alışık olduğumuz için babamda bende sorun yaratmıyoruz.
bir gün annemler bana akşam arkadaşımda kalmamı söylediler. eve birileri gelecekmiş, gece uyuyamaz mışım felan. henüz orta sonum. tamam dedim.
neyse akşam arkadaşım evin dede işler çıkınca benim kalma iptal oldu eve geldim. direkt yatarım odamda bir şey olmaz diye.
anahtar ile içeri girdim. salonda kimse yoktu ama ayakkabılar kapıdaydı. annemlerin odasından sesler geliyordu merak ettim, kapıyı bir açtım hemen babam dışarı çıktı o sırada, annem yatağın üzerinde oturuyor, mini bir etek giymiş, yanında da bir erkek. babam çıktı, sana gelme demedin mi felan diye kızınca durumu anlattım. bana para verdi. iyi tamam sen git gez akşam geç gel. verdiği para çok fazlaydı o gece gelmesem yine yeterdi.
benim aklım hep annemdeydi, adam ,annemlerin oda annemin durumu felan. yine çaktırmadan eve girdim. bu sefer annemlerin oda kapalı değildi.
masanın altına saklandım ve izlemeye başladım. adamın biri annemin yanına gelmiş, öpüşüyorlardı. annemin giysisinden göğüsleri dışarı taşmıştı, adam hem annemi öpüyor hem bacaklarını elliyordu. şok olmuştum. sikim kazık gibiydi. müdehal etmedeim. bir kaç dakika sonra adam ayağa kalktı. pantolonunu üstünü çıkardı. kilodunu indirdi. siki annem eline aldı ve başladı yalamaya.
porno film izliyor gibiydim. baş rolde annem. daha sonra adam annemi soymaya başladı. hem annemi soyuyor hem öpüyordu. sonra annem tamamen soyundu ve tekrar adamın sikine yumuldu. adam da annemin saçlarını tutuyor onu okşuyordu. annem elini kullanmadan kafası ile gidip geliyordu. bir ara adam annemin ağzında resmen gidip geliyordu arkadan görüyordum.
adamın arkasında değişik dövmeler vardı kaslı biri gibiydi. anmemin ara ara göğüslerini görüyordum. bende kendimi tatmin etmeye başlamıştım. annemin vücudu gerçekten süperdi. daha sonra annem uzandı adamda onun üzerine yavaşça uzandı. annem bacaklarını araladı ve adam içine girdi. ben tam adamın götünü gören taraftaydu. arada bir sikin giriş çıkışını görüyor annemin bacaklarını ve adamın sırtında gezen ellerine bakıyordum. adam bazen çok hızlanıyor matkap gibi annemin içinde gidip geliyordu. sesleri duyuyordum. ikiside çığlık atıyordu. adam cidden çok sert sikiyordu annemi.
daba sonra aynı yerde adam uzandı, annem ona yüzü bana sırtı gelecek şekilde sikin üstüne yavaşça oturdu. hafif oturup kalktı, sonra adam onu kendine çekti ve o şekilde sikmeye başladı. annnemin götünden destek alıp hoplatıyordu. arada bir de sanırım annemin göğüslerini elliyor yalıyordu. annnem de iyi sikiciydi. adamın üstünde çok güzel oturup kalkıyordu.
özellikle arkadan benim yerimden annemin götünü görmeniz lazımdı. muhteşem di. adam yorulunca annem adamın sikinin üstünde çömelir gibi yapıp oturup kalkıyordu annnem kendini siktiriyordu bu sefer.
daha sonra adamda doğruldu. hafif yan döndüler. adam oturduğu yerde sikiyordu annemi ve babama güzel işareti yapıyordu. arada bir de göğüslerini elliyordu.
daha sonra babamda pantolonu indirmiş bir şekilde annemin yanına geldi. sikini anneme verdi. annem babamın kini yalarken adamın üstünde hoplamaya devam ediyordu. grup yapıyorlardı. inanamıyordum.
annem babam ile baya ilgileniyordu. siki ağzından hiç çıkarttırmıyordu. daha sonra annem tekrar yattı. adam annemin bacaklarını elleri ile ayırdı ve gidip gelmeye başladı içinde. baya sikti annemi sonra boşaldı. annem ile az daha öpüştüler, sonra yanına yığıldı. az uyudular.ardından babam annemin acık bacak arasına girdi, oda gidip geldi o da annemin içine boşaldı. oda kalkıp yandaki kanepeye yığıldı. bir kaç dakika sonra annem duşa girdi. adam ise gitti. babam da adam gidince duşa girdi. bu arada sanırım adam babama para verdi. ben ise evden çıktım. gece yarısına doğru geldim. ikisi de yatıyordu. ben tekrar bir posta çektim düşünüp sonra uyudum.

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If you remember from my first story I just had a nice hot time with Brooke on Friday night. Afterwards I fell asleep in her apartment because she made a request about maybe needing a protein shake in the morning. Well she was true to her word.

There is nothing quite like waking up to the feel of a nice hot wet mouth wrapped around your cock. I later came to find out she woke up and discovered the morning wood and couldn’t help herself. She was welcome to help herself to as much of that as she wanted in my opinion. I just looked down into her eyes as she stared up into mine. Apparently she had been watching my face the whole time since she started to see how long it would take for me to wake up from having my dick sucked. She never did tell me how long it took.

“You weren’t kidding about needing that shake were you?” I asked.

Pulling her mouth off my cock she stated, “Great way to get rid of a hangover is to sweat it off so was soon as I have you primed we are going to see how much of last nights drinking we can sweat off.”

Right back down her mouth went. I spread my legs to give her a better angle then realized I had cotton mouth. I needed something wet. Now I guess any other time I would think about getting a glass of water or something but when you are getting your dick sucked and you think wet you only think one thing. Besides if she was priming me I thought she might need a little warm up too.

“Why don’t you swing that sweet little pussy of yours this way cause I need something wet in my mouth.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice. Once her little pussy was in front of my face I dived in like a man stuck in the desert digging for water. I think romance and tenderness was not something I was thinking about cause I was nibbling just as much as I was sucking and licking on her sweet little box. She definitely didn’t taste the same as she did the night before but that is probably because I left a nice little deposit in her only hours earlier. I knew I was tasting my own cum and though a man’s cum (even my own) doesn’t turn me on I figured it would be mean for me to not eat the pussy I had came in considering she was sucking on the dick that had filled her kuşadası escort up. I did after awhile start paying more attention to her clit with little nibbles and licks.

“Oh god no you don’t” she stated pulling her pussy away from my face. “I am not going to let you start wearing me out with orgasms from oral. You are going to have to wear me out with this cock.”

“How can I refuse such a request?” was the only answer I could think of.

Pulling her down to the bed so I could get on top of her seemed like a mission now. She wanted to be exhausted from fucking so now I had to try and fulfill that request. I am not superman or a porn star. I know that it was going to take more work sober to satisfy this woman than drunk. Not to mention the load I had given her last night. I am sure my balls had not reproduced that much in such a short time. Her protein shake was more likely to be a protein shot.

I decided rough was the only way to play this one. I positioned my cock at her entrance and slammed it in. She gasped in suprise and when it looked like she was about to come down from that I started pounding. Apparently she liked it because she wrapped her legs tightly around my midsection to make sure I didn’t have any intentions of stopping. Her legs were even trying to pull me in harder. I have not been awake long so my arms didn’t want to support me up very well so I just laid down on top of her, buried my face in her neck and kept pounding away. I must not have noticed it last night but she has a nice headboard that was hitting the wall pretty good. She wasn’t hiding her enjoyment either the way she was moaning and encouraging me.

“Fuckin son of a bitch this is the way to wake up in the morning” is the only coherent thing she said at any point of me laying into her.

Finally I started to slow and tire which she sensed. She unlocked her legs and rolled us over so she was on top. She positioned her self nice and solid with her feet flat on the bed and her hands on my chest. She looked down at my face like the cat that just swallowed the mouse.

“My Turn” was all she said.

She started bouncing on up and down on my cock just as hard as I was pounding her before if not harder. To say we were getting sweaty was an understatement. Her hair was getting soaked and she was dripping sweat onto me. Her pussy was flooding my cock over and over with her juices. I was definitely going to need a shower after this.

“My god this is better than Stairmaster” she stated quite frankly at one point.

“We are definitely getting a work out, or at least my dick is” was my reply.

She just smiled and panted some more. I knew she had to be getting tired and I knew I wasn’t going to keep this up much longer. I thought of putting her doggie and figured that was a decent way to go.

“I think I am rested enough to finish this off” I told her.

She stopped bouncing and got off me. I positioned her on her knees. She tried to lay her head down on the pillow but instead I made her grab her headboard with her hands while I grabbed her shoulders for good leverage. I started pounding into her again. This was apparently what she needed cause she started moaning like crazy.

“Uh uh uh uh….I am going to cum finally” she stated I think loud enough for the neighbors to hear.

Her pussy clamped down on my cock and she started jerking like crazy. I could feel I wasn’t going to last much longer with the way she was gripping my cock with her pussy. When she finally settled down enough I pulled out, grabbed her sides, and flipped her onto her back. I straddled her chest and put my cock right in her mouth and started cumming. It felt like buckets but I know it was not. I know there was no way I was that reloaded after last night. She swallowed every last bit of it too.

Finally spent I pulled my shrinking cock from her mouth and sat down. Still panting from exhaustion.

“Was your shake good?” I asked her.

“That is a much better eye opener than coffee” she said while giggling.

I looked over at the clock and saw it was almost noon. I told her I didn’t want to run like a bandit but I knew my friends would wonder what happened to me. She understood and said she had to get cleaned up as well. I put my underwear and pants on then picked up the rest of my clothing. As I walked out of her room I saw her roommate in the kitchen looking at me with a smile then started clapping me as I made my way to the door. That was a good ego boost I thought. I walked back over to my friend’s apartment carrying my clothes. The door was unlocked so I just opened it then went in.

Mike and Jill were sitting on the couch as I walked in. They looked at me funny trying to figure out why I was carrying my clothes as well as soaked. I think the smell of sex was with me as well because as I got closer to their location they figured it out.

“So that was use that was making all the noise just a little bit ago” was the first thing Mike said to me.

“Whoa I think you need to get in the shower stud” was Jill’s remark.

“Shower, soap, liquid, food, and new genitals then I will be in great shape” was my reply.

“Well the shower and soap is down the hall. Then when you are dressed we will go get some lunch. I don’t think I can do anything about replacing the genitals though unless we go raid the science department for some animal genitals” is what Jill said while laughing the whole time.

“It might be an improvement if we give him a mouse’s dick” was mike comment.

“Even so I will still be bigger than you Mike so you better find two mice” was my reply with a chuckle.

I made my way into the shower with little difficulty. Showering felt so good to get all the sweat off my body. After the shower and toweling myself dry I realized that I didn’t stop to grab some clothes to change into after the shower. They were still with the rest of my stuff. I wrapped the towel around my waist and snuck out to get to my stuff. I got into the spare room where my stuff was sitting. Towels don’t always wrap themselves around you as well as you would like. As I bent down to get some clothes out the towel slipped off. This of course would have to happen right as Jill was checking to see how long I would be til I was ready. Well the moon was full that day and my cheeks got beet red. She just turned quickly and apologized while laughing. She only saw my butt so I know she wasn’t laughing at my penis size.

I got dressed and threw a hat on so I wouldn’t have to fuck with my hair. We then headed out to lunch. This was just the beginning of a very long and eventful day for me.

To be continued…

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It was time for my yearly check up so I called my gynecologists office to make my appointment. I was surprised to be told that my doctor was now semi-retired but that there was a new doctor now taking over his practice. I agreed to see the new doctor, Dr. Black, and was given an appointment for the following week.

The morning of my appointment I was feeling quite horny and debated pulling out my vibrator. A glance at the clock assured me that I didn’t have time so as I was showering I promised myself a nice long orgasm later that night.

I carefully picked out my clothes and made sure to put on a nice bra and panty set. I had to chuckle at myself as I knew nobody would ever see them, I like most women hid my undergarments under my pile of clothing. My doctor was about to see and touch me in the most intimate way but I would have died of embarrassment if he had see my panties laying on the chair.

When I got to his office I sat in the waiting room and picked up one of the many women’s magazines on the table. In the magazine was advice section and someone had written in about her crush on her doctor, gross was my first thought. I thought of my doctor who was in his late sixties, and not very attractive. This woman was crazy. At that moment the door opened and the nurse looked out.

“Ms. Sherridan,” she said searching for me, “the doctor will see you now.”

I stood and followed her down the hallway and into an examination room. The nurse inserted the stir-ups into the table and removed a gown from the drawer.

“Remove all your clothing and put the gown on please, the doctor will be here shortly.” she then turned and left me closing the door behind her. I quickly undressed in the chilly room and put on the thin gown. Hopping up onto the table I looked around and spotted a couple of diploma’s hanging on the wall. They were all recent and stated that a Spank Black had graduated from the local university. That meant Dr. Black was fairly young I thought with slight discomfort, probably about my own age. Just then there was a brisk knock on the door. It opened so a man in a doctors coat could enter.

“Please God, No,” I whispered. This was one of the best looking men I had ever seen. He had short, well cut brown hair and warm brown eyes. His jaw was sculptured and slightly darkened with stubble. My eyes dropped and greedily ate up his well dressed body. He had wide well muscled shoulders and a trim waist. To top it of he was over 6′ which I had always found a huge turn on since I was only 5’2″.

“You must be Ms. Sherridan,” he said. I’m Doctor Black.” He held out his hand and speechlessly I put my hand into his. His hand was quite large with a firm handshake. I was in lust. There was no way I could let this man examine me. Just looking at him I was becoming aroused and I knew he was sure to notice.

“It kuşadası escort says here that you need a breast exam and an internal,” he stated as he flipped through my chart.

“Uh….?” I swallowed, my mouth drying up at the thought of him performing this serve for me.

“Just lower the top of your gown and we’ll get started.”

There was no way to refuse so I slowly lowered the gown bringing my large tits into view. His eyebrows shot up as he caught sight of my hard aching nipples. I couldn’t look at him so I stared at the wall flushing in embarrassment.

“Lift your right arm please.” Then his warm hand touched the side of my breast. Dr. Black began to probe my breast in a circular motion working toward my nipple which was now sticking out as if it was reaching for him. Suddenly his fingers gently touched my sensitive tip and gave it a pinch.

“Ah….,” I groaned unable to hold it in. It felt so good and it had been a long time since a man had touched me.

“Ok, lower your arm and let’s do the other side now.”

I don’t know if it was my imagination or not but his voice sounded strained to me. A quick glance showed me his jaw had tightened and his eyes looked darker.

I lifted my other arm and braced myself for the torture about to follow. I could feel my pussy getting wetter and was squirming on the table. As Dr.Black repeated his probing on my breast I thought I felt a difference in his touch. It was more of a caress. When he pinched my nipple I could have swore he took more time and twisted it between his fingers. I sent a startled glance down and swallowed a groan at the sight of his dark fingers on my white breast.

“Do you have a partner right now?”, he asked as he removed his hand.

“Um…No, I’m not seeing anyone right now.” I answered. My throat was tight with arousal.

“Good…ah, I mean…ok then,” he stammered. Looking up I saw him take a deep breath, lightly shaking his head. Just looking at him made my breath come faster.

“Please lay down, put your feet in the stir-ups and slide your bottom down the table.”

I did as Dr. Black asked staring at the ceiling. What was he going to think about the growing moisture gathering between my thighs. Dr. Black leaned against my leg as he began to prod my abdomen. This position brought his zipper against my thigh and it felt like he was half aroused himself.

“He’s a professional,” I scolded myself, “Get a grip.”

He then moved down to stand between my legs and dropped the bottom part of the table down. My ass was now resting on the edge of the table with my legs sticking out beyond.

“Just drop your knees wide open,” he told me. This had to be the worst. I’ve had sex with men and never exposed so much of myself before but I did as he said and exposed my aching pussy to his view.

“I’m going to insert my finger now,” he explained and then cleared his throat. “I’m sorry but my hands are quite large so I want you to tell me if I hurt you at all.”

“Not likely,” I mumbled to myself.

“Did you say something?” he asked, looking up at me from between my wide open thighs.

“No, sorry.”

“Oh, ok,” he puzzled probably thinking I was a crazy woman.

I was surprised to feel his bare finger enter my wet churning cunt. He hadn’t put those yucky rubber gloves on which was very strange. He pushed his finger up me as far as it would go and it felt wonderful. Then I felt him start to slide a second finger in to join the first. He was stretching me wide. This was too much.

“Oh God,” I groaned. My hips began to lift slightly at the incredible pleasure I was feeling.

His fingers pulled part way out of my body and then shoved slowly back inside. I groaned again starting to realize that this was not normal. I was not about to complain though.

“Yes,” I cried, no longer embarrassed as to what I was feeling.

The pretext was gone as we both knew this was no longer an exam. My internal muscles were clasping his big fingers. I thought I would die when I felt his breath on my pussy. His tongue flicked out for a taste and he looked up at me to catch my reaction.

I wanted him so bad. I ripped of the thin gown that till now had been partly covering me, exposing my ripe naked body to his hot gaze.

He lowered his head back down and started to seriously lick and suck my clit. His fingers were now pistoning in and out of my body, pounding my cunt deep and hard. I had to hold back the scream as I arched my back.

“I want you now….please,” I begged, all sense of decorum and pride gone in the face of my need.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” he said against my soaking clit causing vibrations to race through my body. He dove back down sucking me hard. He had two fingers up my pussy when I felt him push on my anus with a third finger.

I couldn’t stand it anymore, my hands gripped the edge of the table, my jaw clamped down and my orgasm hit. The liquid began to gush from my pussy spraying all over the good doctors face. Dr. Black, or Spence as I now thought of him, was drinking it up as fast as he could. After a minute Spence stood up between my legs and started to loosen his belt.

“I want to fuck you,” he growled. I watched him reach over and grab a condom off the desk.

“Wait, come up here first,” I told him licking my lips at the size of the bulge visible to my hot gaze. When he was standing by my head I stroked his dick thru his pants and took the condom from his hand.

“There’s something I want to do first,” he told me. Putting his hands on the table by my head he leaned over to lightly brush his mouth against mine. I wanted more so I lifted my head up but he backed of, running his tongue around the side of my mouth. Then he gently bit my bottom lip pulling slightly. Gradually the kiss deepened until his tongue was thrusting in my mouth in an imitation of what was to come. I could taste myself in his mouth and found this to be unbelievably erotic.

Spence straightened and put his hands on his hips as if to say I’m all yours. I stuck my hand inside his loosened trousers and wrapped my hands around a hard, hot prick. I was happy to see that the size of his hands and body were not deceiving. He was quite thick and I couldn’t wait to feel him inside stretching my body to accommodate him. Tugging his cock I pulled him closer so I could touch him with my mouth wanting to return so of the pleasure he had already given me.

“God that’s good.” The sound rumbled out of his throat and his eyes closed in ecstasy.

My tongue flicked out over the head of his beautiful cock tasting the precum that was beginning to leak out. I engulfed him in one breath taking him deep into my mouth. I knew I had to decide if I wanted to suck him to completion or stop now and have him fuck my pussy. It didn’t take long to decide as I needed to feel him deep inside so I reluctantly pulled him out of my mouth. The condom was on as fast as I could get it.

“Spence,” I looked up and told him, “I need you to fuck me now.”

“Yes, I need that too.”

When he got down between my open legs he ran his pole up and down my clit teasing till I couldn’t stand anymore.

“Now,” I ordered him.

“Oh, yeah,” he growled as he the head inside. He feed his dick to me inch by inch allowing my body to adjust to him till he finally hit my cervix. He was all the way in. We looked at each other mutually savoring the beauty of the act. Hands caressed my thighs sliding up to massage my tits.

“Your so beautiful,” he told me making me feel like a goddess.

As he squeezed my breasts he started to slide in and out of my pussy. I was rotating my hips giving myself the ultimate pleasure possible.

“I can’t hold back,” he said, “I’m sorry.”

Spence rubbed my clit as his hips pounded his cock deep inside my body. I knew he didn’t have to wait for me because I was about to cum too. His body lowered over mine at just the right time covering my mouth with his, swallowing my cries as I spasmed in orgasm. My thighs trembled and my pussy was milking his meat eager for his cum.

He couldn’t hold back and I could feel him pulse inside as he shot over and over again. As our heart rates slowed he kissed me in thanks and rose up to look in my eyes.

“You know you’ll have to find yourself a new doctor don’t you?” he asked.

“Why?”

“Because,” he told me smiling, “I plan to take you out this Friday, and Saturday, and everyday you’ll agree to see me.”

“I’d love that,” I agreed reaching up to lick his lips. As they say, this was the start of a wonderful relationship.

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1971 was a good year for me in many ways. It started out sort of bad, but picked up once I was on the plane back from Viet Nam. 20 hours in the air, a touch down at Travis Air Force Base and a long bus ride to the heart of San Francisco put my spirits in the stratosphere.

I wasn’t planning on flying home until the next day. San Francisco was a town that I was very fond of and I was intending to do a little partying tonight so I checked into a fair hotel a block from the bus depot.

I told the clerk that I was just off the plane from Nam and Needed a room for the night. He just grunted like he had heard all that before, took my money and gave me my key. I looked at the key and he grunted again, “Room 307, just take the elevator over there,” he pointed to his left, “It’s on the third floor, at the end of the hall, on your left.”

I picked up my bag and headed for the elevator.

The room was nice and a lot cleaner than the hooch that I had lived in for the past year. Nowhere was to be found the stench of charcoal fires and diesel. “This must be what home smells like,” I thought to myself.

I stepped into the bathroom and stripped for a shower. It had been a long time since I had taken a shower without a lot of other guys around. But, the quiet was nice and this bathroom smelled a lot better than the head back in Nam. I put out my gear, turned on the shower and looked at myself in the big mirror.

I was only twenty-one, but after a year of river patrols I felt and looked much older. The innocence that was in my eyes and attitude the last time I was in the bay area had been replaced with a caution and circumspection verging on cynicism. But I guess part of the price of going to war is the loss of innocence.

I wasn’t a bad looking guy I thought. If it wasn’t for the G.I. haircut I might have passed for a college student from the southwest. I stood a bit over six feet tall, with a full beard and a good all over tan. I was trim and muscular at a fighting weight of one hundred eighty five pounds. I had been the light heavy weight champ of my unit and worked out whenever I could to keep in shape.

After a nice long shower and a change of clothes I headed down to the bar in the lobby. I bellied up to the bar, ordered a Beam and ginger ale, and took a look around the bar. It was a pretty nice place overall but I was definitely the youngest person in the joint and there were definitely no women present either. Everyone in the bar with the exception of myself was fifty plus and male, it looked like a traveling salesman’s’ rest home.

I tossed back my drink, ordered another, drank that one and headed out the door. I was in search of a sleazy joint with a decently priced drink that I could sip while I watched comely young ladies dance naked. That sort of place abounded in San Fran, you just needed to know what rock to look under. I for one, was well versed in rock turning in this area. I had been stationed in the Bay Area for over a year prior to my being sentenced to a year in Nam, so I had no problem navigating the terrain.

I hit half dozen joints before settling on the one that would take my money. It was a small place, the bar was only half full of ‘in town on business’ types, and the drinks were cheap. But the real reason that I stayed was that I wasn’t mobbed by the bar girls the minute that I walked through the door.

I sat down at the end of the bar and ordered a whisky and seven from the bartender. When he put it in front of me I raised the glass and took a long sip. The drink was plenty strong so I paid him and included a generous gratuity. It was then I turned to take in the place and the show.

Although the place was small it had two small stages. One of the stages was at the far end of the bar. The other stage was directly in front of me as I sat with my back to the bar.

At the moment there was a sleazy looking blonde gyrating in front of the suits at the far end of the place. She looked like she had definitely seen better days. As a friend of mine was wont to say, “She’s been rode hard and put away wet,” probably on more than one occasion.

A very similar creature occupied the stage directly in front of me. Her hair was stringy and greasy, her tits sagged and flopped and even from this vantage I could see that she had tracks on her arms. She was either a junkie or a speed freak. I had no intention of dealing with either of those types tonight.

I watched her squirm on stage for a few minutes as I sipped my drink. Even in my easily aroused state she did nothing for me but make my skin crawl.

I finished my drink and turned back to the barkeep and ordered another of the same. When it arrived I paid for the drink, took a deep sip and immediately noticed that it was substantially weaker than the first. I put the drink down and motioned the guy back.

I looked the bartender in the eye, smiled, and said, “You stiffed me bud. This drink is a hell of a lot weaker than the first one that you gave me.” Before he kuşadası escort could plead innocent I continued, “ I’m not a ‘suit’ in town for a day and wanting a good time with one of your Skaggs.” I motioned toward the business types crawling all over the blonde on the far stage. “I just got in from Nam tonight and all I’m looking for is a little visual stimulus and a decent drink. If you bring me a nice strong drink you’ll get a nice tip each time. If you bring me hog piss like this drink here, you’ll be lucky if I even pay for it. In fact if you don’t fortify this glass right now, you may soon be wearing the drink that you just served me.”

He looked at me for a second before he reached over to the well and grabbed the bottle of rotgut that they called whiskey in this place. He looked me in the eye as he filled the glass to the top. I nodded to him as he pulled the bottle away, picked up the drink and took a long pull.

As he turned to leave I reached into my front pocket and pulled out a couple of bills and put them on the bar for him. He took the money with a half smile, half sneer kind of expression on his face. The guy didn’t like me much anymore I could tell, but I was pretty sure that I was going to get a fair drink from him the rest of the evening.

I turned around just in time to see the junkie pull on some of her clothes and leave the stage. She sidled over to me and asked in what she must have thought to be a seductive voice, “Would you like some company honey?”

I responded with, “I’m not really interested sweetheart.”

She feigned a hurt look and said, “Ok, your loss.” She then stumbled down the bar to the scrum of drunken businessmen, where she was immediately provided with a drink and a grope.

I turned my attention back to my drink. I tipped it up and took a good, deep sip. When I brought the glass down I caught the sight of a fairly attractive brunette mounting the steps of the stage in front of me.

She was in her early twenties but looked younger, tall with long dark hair and a very nice figure. She was dressed in denim shorts, a leather halter-top, and knee-high boots. She had a nice rack and a tight ass. All in all she filled out her clothes very nicely.

Her music started and she began to dance. It started as pretty much the same bump and grind the other dancers had performed, but her appearance and physical attributes made it all a bit more interesting to watch.

She danced around a bit, squatting down in what was supposed to be a sexy move, then thrusting her pelvis out at the customers. She bent over to show her ass, squatted once more and rose with a shimmy and a shake. I was getting very disappointed with the performance until she brought her hands up to her breasts and squeezed.

Her breasts almost popped out of her skimpy halter-top as she caressed them with her sensuous fingers. She ran her hands up her tits and then down them once again, all the time pushing them together to make her ample cleavage appear even greater and more enticing.

She moved her hands to her back and slowly untied the knot securing the back of the halter-top. The top fell free and hung there by the neck strap while she ran her hands under the leather fabric and massaged her breasts. The slight movement of her hands on her bare skin moved the leather aside just enough to show a little nipple and a lot of skin.

She turned around, exposing her bare back to the small crowd in the bar. As she turned I caught the profile of her ample bosom and it was definitely breath taking.

With her back to the bar she wrapped her arms around herself and ran her hands up and down her bare skin. She rotated her ass for the crowd, grinding seductively, before sliding her hands down her back to her ass. She took the cheeks of in her hands and squeezed them, running her fingers over them. The effect was very erotic in a way the other women had been unable to pull off.

She turned her head over her shoulder seemed to look directly at me, smiled and began to slowly move her hands back up her bare back. When she reached her neck she took the knot of the neckband into her hands, untied it and let the leather garment flutter to the floor.

She seemed to be looking directly at me as she ran her hands over her now bare bosom and down her flat stomach to the waistband of her shorts. She hooked her fingers into the waistband, released the snap and pulled the shorts down. She slowly bent over, I got a really nice view of her brown eye as she rotated her ass at me before she straightened up and pulled up the shorts.

She looked over her shoulder at me again, seemed to wink at me, then brought her hands up to her bountiful breasts and slowly turned back to face the bar.

Her hands were not able to fully cover her tits. There is no way that such small hands would ever be able to conceal such lovely jugs.

She placed her hands so that the palms were covering the nipples while the fingers were pointed in the general direction of her ample cleavage. As I watched she slowly spread her fingers. Slowly exposing more of her alabaster skin to view. As I began to drool she started to slowly rotate her hands over her nipples. Her pink tongue darted sensuously over her bright red lips. She smiled and blew a kiss at the crowd/me and pushed her tits together before sliding her hands finally from her beasts, down, across her hard, flat stomach.

Once fully exposed, her jugs were definitely a joy to behold. They were sweet and lusciously large and firm, without a hint of sag. Long erect nipples nestled in large brown aureoles beckoned to be suckled upon. Smooth expanses of silken white flesh begged for a hand to caress them. They jiggled slightly while she danced, the subtle movement mesmerized me and raised the heat of my loins.

She ran her hands over her midriff and then over her boobs once again. Moving them slowly across the lovely white flesh, caressing them, virtually making love to them. The show was making me fully aroused, my cock was beginning to strain at my pants. I’m sure that she knew the effect she was having on me and she seemed to have centered in on me as her primary audience of the night.

She moved her hands from her breasts and slowly slid them over the enticing expanse of white flesh that was her stomach until they reached the waistband of her shorts. She placed her fingers on her waistband and undid the snap that was holding the fly together.

She looked at me as she slowly opened the fly, exposing the top strands of her pubic hair. Ever so slowly she pulled the fly farther open, each second that passed presented a better view of the area just above her pussy. I dearly wanted to jump up and rip the shorts off of her and have my way with her on that very stage. Willing or unwilling I lusted for completion within her cunt.

I tore my gaze away from her shorts. My eyes traveled up her body, visually ravishing first her flat stomach then her breasts. Finally my gaze rested on her face, I gazed into her eyes and she smiled at me.

Her smile made my heart skip and then race. I could feel the heat build in my loins and my face as my lust grew for this voluptuous waif.

Holding tight to the cloth of her shorts she took a half step toward me and lifted one of her booted feet slightly off the stage. She nodded toward her foot, seeming to indicate that she wanted me to remove it.

I dumbly pointed to my chest and mouthed, “Me?”

She shook her head in affirmation, smiled, and mouthed back, “Yes.”

I slid off the barstool, took a step toward the stage and reached up to grasp the heel of the boot. I could see that the boots fit tightly and a zipper ran the full length of the inside of each boot from just below the knee to the sole. I slowly unzipped the first boot and slid it gently from her foot.

She placed her now bare foot on the stage and balancing on it raised her other booted foot to my waiting hands. Once more I released the zipper and slowly pulled the footwear from her foot.

She smiled at me once more and I picked up both of her boots and returned to my seat at the bar. I placed the boots on the bar next to me almost as trophies.

Now a barefoot wench, she slowly turned her back to the rest of the bar and slowly pushed her shorts down her legs. As the garment reached her knees she let the drop to the stage, stood straight, and kicked the shorts to the back of the stage.

Slowly, sensuously, she ran her hands over her body. Although I could only see her back I could visualize her hands caressing her lovely breasts and then slowly sliding down to stroke her pussy. I visualized her fingers sliding luxuriously along the wet flesh of her slit before traversing once more the smooth flesh of her stomach to caress the swelling globes of her tits. Placing an arm across her chest and a hand over her cunt she slowly turned to face me, and the crowd. She looked at me and slowly lowered herself to where her knees were bent to nearly a squat and her legs were apart. She slowly slid her hand away from her pussy. I could see the bright pink flesh of her spread open cunt lips and the protrusion of a very erect clitoris. The sight made my mouth water.

Her arm slid away from across her breasts. Her nipples stood erect and hard in a wide circle of aureole. The skin of her breasts showed a pale pink. It was either from excitement or from the abrasion of her hands rubbing over them. Either way right then I wanted dearly to run my hands over them and feel their velvet softness for myself.

Slowly she stood upright, looked at the crowd and bowed deeply to all of the patrons in the bar. At that, a round of applause rang out from the room augmented with wolf whistles and yells of bravo, hooray, etc.

She bowed deeply once more, her breasts swinging seductively with the motion. She extended her hand toward me and I looked dumbly at her not understanding her meaning. She pointed at her feet and smiled. I grabbed her boots from the bar and handed then to her, getting a pleasant view of her bobbing breasts as she bent to take the from me.

She bent to retrieve her clothing from the floor of the stage and clutching them to her body like an embarrassed virgin she climbed quickly down the stairs and passed through the door to the rear of the stage. As her succulent bottom disappeared from sight I had an inexplicable and irrational feeling of loss.

I sat still for a moment before turning around and placing my now empty glass on the bar. I motioned to the bartender indicating I need a refill. He quickly built me a fresh drink, got his tip and left me to my thoughts.

“She sure was inspired tonight.” Said a voice to my left.

I turned and saw that the bouncer had moved up next to me during the performance. I had been so totally engrossed in the show that I had let someone slip up on my blind side without my even knowing it. Where I had been the past year a slip up like that could have cost me my life or one of my buddies their life.

I shook off the feeling of apprehension and exposure and said to him, “Yeah man, she is one hot fox. That sexy dance of hers really got me going there.”

He looked at me and responded, “She isn’t that into it most nights. Tonight she sure had a fire lit under her for some reason.”

“Well she sure lit a fire under me, if you know what I mean.” I said and chuckled. My dick was only now growing soft. During most of the performance it was at full attention.

The bouncer looked over at me, his eyes squinted menacingly and he said, “Don’t you be getting any ideas about her ya hear.” He nodded vaguely in the direction the dancer had taken from the stage and continued, “Kathy is my girl friend, and I don’t let nobody fool around with my old lady. You understand?”

I looked him up and down before I replied, “I think that everybody in this bar including myself has some ‘idea’ about her after the performance she just put on.” I looked him in the eye before continuing, “Whether I have any intention about acting on that ‘idea’ is another thing entirely.”

I turned back to my drink and sat there in silence, lost in thoughts so fleeting as to not have any real substance at all. The bouncer sat there next to me and nursed his drink too, but it wasn’t long before the bartender came down bar and ordered the bouncer to return to his post at the entrance to the bar.

Minutes passed as I sat there slowly sipping my beverage. The sounds of the bar ebbed and flowed with the moment. Fresh dancers mounted the stages and strutted their wares but I ignored them.

I sensed a movement to my right, I glanced into the mirror behind the bar and saw the dancer, Kathy, moving toward me. She moved up next to me and leaned against the bar.

“Hi.” She said, “My name is Kathy. Would you like some company?” And she extended her hand for me to shake.

I smiled at her, took her hand in mine and said, “Sure, I’d love the companionship. But I have to tell you up front that I have no intention of sitting here all night buying you Saigon tea and then leaving the bar with a case of blue balls and an empty wallet.”

She looked at me quizzically and asked, “Saigon tea? What the hell is Saigon tea? Is that some new drink or something?”

I chuckled at her ignorance and responded with, “Saigon tea is a drink that they serve the bar girls in Viet Nam when they’re trying to rake a G.I. Its just plain tea or coke, maybe very watered down alcohol that’s served in a shot glass and sold at a premium price.”

She nodded her head and said, ”I see, I didn’t know that.”

I said then, “If you want to just sit here and talk I‘d really enjoy that. Or if you want a drink we can get you a real one if you like. Its just that, well, I just spent a year of my life buying gals drinks just to have their companionship and I really don’t want to continue that here at home too.”

She looked me in the eye and replied, “Hell, you look like a nice guy, I just wanted to sit and talk with you. Don’t worry about buying me any drinks if you don’t want to.” She looked up and down the bar before continuing, “Besides, it looks like business is starting to drop off anyway. The boss, she nodded toward the barkeep, won’t mind if I sit here and keep you out of trouble for a while.” She turned her head toward the bartender and said in a loud voice, “Will ya Charlie?”

The barkeep looked up from polishing glasses and replied, “Nope, that’s your business babe, not mine.” And he returned his attention to his glasses and the boisterous crowd at the other end of the bar that now had the two Skaggs pretty much undressed, again.

I just said, “Far out!” and ordered a round for the two of us.

We just seemed to chat naturally, easily for some reason. Our discussion ranged from ourselves to the war to the weather. I found out that her brother had been killed in Nam a few months before and she missed him dearly. She had been going to college but dropped out when her grades fell too low and she had gone to work dancing in bars to fill the pantry and pay her part of the rent.

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Music lesson 5

I had spent all week looking forward to my next music lesson. I had learnt that my teacher’s first name was Guy, but knew I would not be able to refer to him by this as I still felt a little afraid and in awe of him. I sat nervously in the waiting area until the door opened and my teacher beckoned for me to come in…

My heart melted at the sight of him and the memory of him fucking me on the settee during the previous week. Alas, he had turned away from me and was reaching for some sheet music.

“Play this,” he said, putting it onto a stand. I bent over to open my clarinet case, hoping that he would touch my bottom. No touch came however, and I stood and turned, clarinet pieced together ready to play.

“I want you to play this well or there will be consequences!” he barked, settling himself onto a chair facing me.

I had never seen the music before, began to feel afraid and doubt my own abilities. My legs began to tremble, and I looked at him with big pleading eyes. He looked back at me sternly and nodded towards the music. By now, my hands were trembling too and I knew my chances of playing well were nonexistent.

Uncomfortable silence.

“I haven’t got all day!” he said impatiently.

Predictably, I ‘fluffed’ the opening sequence horribly, and looked down at the floor in embarrassment.

“Take off your shoes!” he ordered. “You will play better without them.”

I slid my shoes off, wondering what on earth he was up to. I put the clarinet to my lips and this time managed the opening sequence. Was it my imagination or did he look disappointed? I carried on playing, and after a minute or so got a sequence of notes in an utter muddle. I caught his eye, and thought he looked pleased and a little smug.

“Jeans off!” he bellowed.

Oh, I could see where this was going now, and felt a stir in my groin as I paused to undo my jeans and climb out of them. I looked up at him defiantly, but his stern facial expression jolted me a little and I began to tremble again. Surely this couldn’t go on for too much longer? I had neglected to wear a bra (hoping he would notice as I was wearing a tight t-shirt), so only had two items of clothing left to go!

I began to play once more, this time with a little more confidence and reached the end of the music. I looked at him defiantly again. My turn to be smug now perhaps.

Silence. We stared at each other.

He stood up, turned away and selected another piece of music which he placed on the stand. I looked at it and realised that the complexity was way beyond my level of ability.

“This is not fair,” I whimpered. “The music is too difficult!”

“Play,” is all he said in return.

I looked at the music kuşadası escort once more and didn’t know where to start, and realised that my legs were trembling again.

He stood up, walked over to me and explained that I was taking too much time dithering. I stood still, wondering what would happen next…

I let out a gasp as I felt him gently pull my knickers down to my ankles for me to step out of. He didn’t touch me, but returned to his chair facing me, sat down and commanded me to play.

I found I couldn’t play a note! I looked at him again pleadingly, feeling humiliated and scared but horribly excited standing there in just my little t-shirt with my foo-foo on display. I felt a tear of frustration run down my cheek.

“Play for me,” he demanded.

“I can’t!” I replied, resignedly removing my t-shirt and throwing it onto the floor crossly.

I stood with my clarinet naked, looking at him. Another tear rolled down my cheek and I looked away, embarrassed.

After what felt like an eternity, I plucked-up the courage to look at him once more. He looked at me and smiled, remained in his chair but undid his trousers to reveal a huge erection. Still looking at me, he began to touch himself, slowly stroking up and down. I couldn’t stop looking, felt a gush of moisture between my legs, and began to shake…

It was no good. I put my clarinet down on the floor, walked over to my teacher, leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. Without breaking eye contact, I lowered myself onto his hard cock and wrapped my legs around his waist tightly, pulling him deep inside. He let out a sigh. I held him there not moving, still looking him in the eye.

“You are cruel!” I whispered.

“It makes you more beautiful,” he replied. “Today, I want you to fuck me!”

Still looking at him, I whipped his t-shirt off over his head, put my tongue in his mouth, and pressed my small breasts against his gorgeous hairy chest, rubbing them up and down whilst kissing him deeply.

I unwrapped my legs from his waist, and straddled him, feet now on the floor and began to move slowly, then more quickly as my excitement grew. I reached behind my back and down with both hands as I fucked him, and cupped his balls gently at first and then more firmly as the pace quickened.

Oh god, his cock was in the perfect place inside! I could feel him touching my spot…

I let out a moan, quickened my pace, put my tongue in his mouth once more, squeezed his balls gently, sat down on him again and again as hard as I could! I knew I would not be able to last, knew he could feel my insides tightening around him, tightening excruciatingly!

His breathing quickened, I could smell his sweat, his excitement…

I knew I couldn’t go on; bit him hard on the shoulder to stop myself from exploding. He bit me back and made me cry out in pain!

I sat down one last time on his cock so hard that it hurt, but by this time the pleasure was so great that I cried out! He cried out! I could feel my insides explode against his cock! I bit him again, (had to hurt – serve him right!) I heard him cry out again, and then the movement slowed…

Silence…

We took a few minutes to recover. He then looked at me with a smile.

“I will give you a more complex piece next week!” he chuckled.

Music lesson 6

Getting through the week between each lesson was getting more difficult. Each day seemed to drag slowly, and the anticipation prior to each lesson was inordinate! My teacher obviously enjoyed playing games, and had indicated that he would perhaps humiliate me once more by giving me music to play that was way above my level of ability. I gave this some thought and once again came up with a plan…

I rolled-up for my next lesson having carefully dressed once more. My attire had been put together carefully. I was wearing boots, socks, knickers, jeans, bra, a little vest, t-shirt, a cardigan with lots of buttons and a jacket. It was not cold enough to add hat, scarf and gloves which was a shame. It would take him some time to get me out of all these clothes and I hoped to frustrate him!

This week, the door did not open and my teacher did not appear. The starting time of my lesson came and went. There was no receptionist at the desk this week, so after a few minutes of waiting, I plucked-up the courage to knock. After a few seconds, a head appeared round the door, disappeared, and the door was opened. I walked into the room and the door was closed behind me. I turned, and let out a gasp of surprise and desire. He was naked, gorgeous and very obviously pleased to see me!

“I though perhaps we shouldn’t waste time this week,” he said with a cheeky grin.

He paused, looked at my many layers of clothing and his countenance darkened.

“So, you intend to be difficult this week?” he asked.

He didn’t say anything more, but instead walked towards me, put both hands behind my head and pulled my face down onto his erect cock! I nearly gagged, and slapped his bare bottom hard, (it made a pleasing sound!) He recoiled and pulled away from me.

“Not only have I had your teeth marks on my shoulder this week to cover-up, but now I’ll probably have your handprint on my ass!” he exclaimed.

“You shouldn’t have been so rough with me,” I replied. “Come here,” I whispered.

He remained motionless. He looked slightly less ‘pleased to see me.’ I walked over to him, kissed him softly on the lips and gently stroked his poor injured bum cheek.

“I will make you better,” I murmured, kissing him deeply and exploring his lovely bare bottom with both hands. I continued to stroke as I kissed, and slowly, carefully ran one finger between his cheeks, just brushing his tight opening. He gasped out loud, and I silenced him with another long kiss.

My one hand continued to softly tease his bum, and I began to stroke his balls with the other. Almost imperceptible strokes, just moving the hairs on his balls, hardly touching, whilst I lazily ran a finger again between his cheeks once more, just touching his opening again lightly, then moving away. He began to sigh and beg me for more, but I just continued the soft stroking, finding it strangely exciting to be caressing a naked man whilst fully clothed myself.

“Please darling, I can’t take much more of this,” he croaked.

I knelt down on the floor so that my head was level with his groin, continued to stroke his bum, and began to lick his balls. Every now and again I would explore between his cheeks with my finger. Every time I lightly touched his asshole, I could feel his body tense and shudder with pleasure. I continued with the licking and stroking, completely ignoring his cock until his legs began to tremble.

I paused, looked up at his pleading face, and then took his whole cock in my mouth and began to eat him, whilst continuing to caress his bum and using my other free hand to cup and stroke his balls which had contracted considerably. I could taste his juices beginning to flow, and gratefully lapped, loving the sensation and the taste. Licking, stroking, teasing, and caressing the whole length of his cock with my lips.

I sensed he was close, cupped his balls, continued to eat his cock, but more quickly and firmly now, squeezed his bottom, felt him tense, heard his breathing rate increase, felt his legs shake. Licking, eating, stroking, squeezing, touching his asshole again. Suddenly he was still for a moment, then tensed again, thrust his cock further into my mouth, cried out and came hard and fast! Thrusting, crying out again, and gradually slowing, panting. I continued to lick his cock, but gently now, collecting all his spent juices, loving the taste of him, and loving that I’d been able to have this effect on him.

I let him go and stood up. There was indeed and handprint on his bum. I felt quite proud of my work and quite amazed at how far I had come since the very first lesson when I was a little inexperienced ‘mousy’ lady. This gorgeous man had turned me into a woman. I looked at him and smiled. He smiled back.

“I would like to see you for a proper date,” he said still smiling.

“I would like that too,” I replied. “I don’t appear to have been taught very much in recent weeks! Perhaps we can have a normal lesson next week!”

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It was a sleepy start to the morning; my eyes fluttered open, resisting the need to awaken as my arm reached out autopilot to silence my alarm. It was an unfortunate habit that I always forgot to switch the alarm off over the weekend. As you heard the first faint sound that had awoken me, you let out a groan and wrapped your arms tighter to me, pulling me closer to you. I snuggled against you, feeling you warm against my back, wiggling back against you and feeling your cock against my ass. Slow, sleepy mornings waking with you were my favourite, especially when I woke with you pressed against me like this.

“Good morning,” I softly murmured to you, apologising “sorry I forgot to switch the alarm off.”

“It’s ok”, you responded, your lips on my neck with a soft kiss. “I’m sure you can think of some way to make it up to me.”

I smiled at the teasing tone of your voice.

“Oh, is that so?” I laughed, turning to you slightly to meet your lips with mine as I pressed my ass back against your hardening cock. What I had intended as a brief kiss intensified as you tangled your hand in my hair, holding me to you. Your tongue prodded at mine, massaging gently as a moan escaped me. I rolled to face you, your leg forcing its way between mine as your hand slid up, raising my slip to expose my already wet slit.

I smiled as you continued kissing me; you knew how I loved morning sex. I relished how slow and sleepy it started, and the inevitable intensity that quickly developed.

This morning was no different. You pulled me to you, letting me kneel over you, my wet pussy hovering above your rock hard cock, ready to sink down onto you.

As I started to lower myself, feeling your tip gliding against my wetness, about to spear into my pussy, my phone starting buzzing with a phone call. You groaned in frustration as I flicked my eyes over to it.

“Don’t answer,” you begged as you held your hands on my hips and pulled me down swiftly, a gasp escaping me as I was suddenly full with your cock.

I looked back, apologetically rising from you. “Sorry, it’s Lisa – she wouldn’t call at this time if it wasn’t an emergency”.

I reached over to pick up the phone, answering “Hello?”

“Hey Jessica, just letting you know we’ll be there in ten” Lisa said.

I looked at you, my eyes wide with alarm, coolly answering “Great, see you soon!” as I hung up the phone. You looked back at me, concerned.

“So, there was a reason I forgot to turn the alarm off this morning,” I started, “did you remember that we were to be going out for breakfast with Jack and Lisa?”

I took the string of expletives that escaped you as evidence that you, like me, had forgotten. Our early morning romp was forgotten in the hurry to get dressed, barely ready as we heard a horn sound outside.

Scrambling to collect our keys as we ran out the door, you brushed a swift kiss over my lips with the soft words, “To be continued.”‘

Sliding into the car, Jack and Lisa were eager to tell us of their recent travels around New Zealand; aside from a brief reprieve as we ordered breakfast, it was difficult to get a word in edgeways. As breakfast was delivered, you reached your hand to my thigh, leaning over to press a kiss to my cheek. I smiled back at you.

Looking at the enticing spread in front of us, I suddenly realised how hungry I was, and dug into my bacon and eggs. We were predictable with our breakfast choices; bacon and eggs for me, pancakes with banana and maple syrup for you.

Hearing Jack launch into another story about their road trip of the South Island, I lifted another bite to my lips. As soon as my mouth was full, I felt your hand slid far enough down my leg to touch bare skin, before sliding back up my dress to mid-thigh height. I shot a warning look at you, which was missed entirely as you were focussed on Jack and Lisa, seemingly entranced by their stories.

As our meal and conversation continued, I became increasingly more distracted by the hand sliding slowly further up my thigh, closer to a dripping wet pussy that had been suddenly reminded of our interrupted quickie.

As our meal drew to a close and the stories continued, I dropped one hand to my lap as a gasp escaped me (thankfully unnoticed by everyone except you, a subtle smirk lifting the corners of your mouth) at the feeling of your fingers sliding under the https://bursali.org edge of my panties and grazing against my clit. I moved a hand to your leg and murmured out the corner of my mouth “boundary,” hoping you wouldn’t push your teasing any further.

Returning to the car, I kept my distance from you, needing to maintain the boundary at least until we returned home. Thankfully, the travel stories continued long enough to keep our minds occupied as we neared our front door. I gulped nervously, knowing, if you were feeling the sexual tension and frustration I was, that it would be on as soon as our front door closed.

The car slowed as it approached our house, and we bid Jack and Lisa farewell, waving as the key slid into the front door lock.

You pushed the door open and pulled me after you, kicking the door shut as you pinned me to the wall, lifting my dress above my head to leave me standing in my lingerie before the door had closed completely. Your hands on my ass lifted me from the ground as I wrapped my legs around you, my hand holding your neck as you crushed your mouth to mine.

I sensed you fumbling with your zipper as you murmured “I can’t wait any longer”, suddenly feeling the smooth tip of your hard cock pressed against my panties.

You frustratedly growled, “fuck”, feeling the warm wetness of my eager pussy through my panties.

“Please,” I begged, desperate to feel you inside me again.

As you lowered one hand to my panties, sliding them to the side, I looked down and couldn’t help but burst out laughing. Our puppy, Cooper, was quietly peering around the corner of the wall, curiously watching our interaction.

You looked at me startled and, when you noticed the source of my amusement, chuckled and pulled back. As badly as I needed you, it was not an option with our puppy watching on.

“To be continued?” I suggested, unwinding my legs from your waist as you zipped your pants.

You nodded at me, frustration evident.

I turned away, leaning down to scratch Coop behind the ears as I made my way to the kitchen to start our meal prep for the week.

* * *

Some hours later, hip hop blaring from the speakers as I danced and sung my way around the kitchen, I smiled to myself, feeling so lucky for weekends spent with you like this.

As I stood at the kitchen bench, separating cooked meals into lunch containers for the week, I felt move up behind me, a kiss on my neck as you pressed me to the bench.

“Hey, you,” you started, watching over my shoulder, “how’re you doing?”

I smiled contentedly back at you, enjoying the feeling of you pressed against me.

“Hi yourself. I’m almost done,” I responded, filling the last of our containers, “how’re you doing?”

“Good”, you answered, drawing out your response. “Do we have plans this afternoon?”

I went to respond to you, hoping you were ready for a continuation following our interruptions as another was thrown our way. Pulling your mobile from your pocket, you frowned at the screen; you swiped the call and, holding the phone to your ear, answered “Hey Alex, what’s up?”

Unable to hear the conversation that had suddenly captivated your attention, a sudden cheeky idea struck me. I turned to face you, my arms wrapped around you as I caught your eye with a smirk. I manoeuvred you to lean back against the bench, as I stood in front of you, knowing you were watching me suspiciously. My hands dropped to your pants, readjusting the zipper to show me what I wanted.

This was fun for me, and I loved teasing you like this. I knew you would do your utmost to control yourself while on the phone to anyone, and you knew I would stroke your cock until you were done. Or, at least, that’s how the game was usually played.

Watching your face, I dropped to my knees, looking up at you with my big brown innocent eyes. You were apparently lost for words as you went silent, watching me with your mouth agape. I focused on your cock, reaching my talented tongue out to lick the tip of you. Momentarily forgetting that you were on a phone call, I acted as I usually would, taking your cock in my mouth, deep down my throat so that I gagged a little.

As I licked and swallowed your delicious cock, loving that I could finally focus on what I wanted (even if you were briefly distracted), your attention switched bursa escort kız between watching me intensely, knowing how much I loved what I was doing, and staring out the window, desperate for something to distract you from the intense pleasure so that you could focus on your conversation.

My hand grasping your cock, gently stroking it, I moved my attention to your balls, gently licking and sucking them into my mouth, stroking them with my tongue. I looked up at you as I did so, feeling a powerful tension between us. I smiled sweetly, knowing very well just how much trouble I would be in once your call ended.

“Righto mate, we’ll see you then,” you said sternly, as what seemed to be a very abrupt end to the call.

I looked up at you startled, my mouth still full, as you ended your call.

“What was that about?” I murmured between mouthfuls.

You looked back at me tensely, answering “he’s on his way here, 2 minutes away” with a stern frown.

I looked back at you, startled, my mouth suddenly still. For the second time that day, I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the interruption.

“I thought third time was supposed to be the charm?” I giggled, teasingly, “do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck no,” you growled at me, your hands tangling in my hair, guiding my head as my mouth moved up and down on your hard length. “You’ve got two minutes to finish the job properly, otherwise you’ll be in trouble later.”

I focused my attention completely on your cock, relishing the feeling of you filling my mouth. I could feel the swell of your orgasm building when the door opened and we heard Alex call out.

You looked at me sternly, growling “to be continued” as you slid your cock back into your pants, zipping up. I wiped the corners of my mouth and rose from my knees, greeting our guest.

Rounding the corner, Alex smiled at the sight of his friends. He stood back to look me up and down, cheekily asking, “Been keeping you busy, has he?” as he nodded down.

I followed his eyes and realised he had noticed my red knees, tell tale signs of the mischief we had been up to. I blushed fiercely; an innocent joker, Alex had no idea how accurate he was.

“Oh, just cleaning,” I answered, embarrassed to hear your soft chuckle behind me.

“Head on out to the deck, I’ll be out with drinks in the minute,” I directed them, rushing to the kitchen to hide my embarrassment.

Thankfully, Alex’s presence meant my punishment for not finishing the job might be forgotten. I could hope.

* * *

Sunday afternoon brought with it a lazy session at our local beach side bar; beers, sunset, music and friends – what more could I ask for?

My soft pink strapless summer dress showed off my shoulders and tanned legs; cut at mid thigh length, you could tell how well my return to running was going, my muscles evident and only enhanced by the sweet 2 inch heels I had chosen.

Looking out over the ocean, I rested my head on your shoulder, happy with the friends and laughter that surrounded us. I brushed a kiss against your lips, suddenly grateful for you. Darkness falling around us, dropping the temperature, I perched between your legs on the stool, nestling against you for warmth.

“Don’t think about starting anything you can’t finish,” you murmured sternly in my ear as your kiss swept at my neck.

I looked back at you, my brown eyes wide, asking “who, me?”

You laughed darkly at me, knowing that beneath the innocent exterior lived a very dirty tease.

“I’m serious, Jessica,” you responded. “If you start anything, you better be ready to finish it.”

I smiled back at you. We had played at this before, and I loved how stern you were; but, in the end, I knew the “finish” would happen at home.

Unable to resist temptation, I pressed back against you as we continued the conversation with our friends, frequently turning and readjusting my position in the seat. To the outside eye, it may have looked like I was just trying to get comfortable – to me, I could feel each move pressing my body against your cock in a different way.

Your hands suddenly grasped my hips, holding me still. “Jessica,” you growled at me, “stop it.”

I smiled at you innocently, asking “stop what?”

You looked at me darkly, apparently reaching the boundary bursa anal yapan escort of your frustration. You pushed me from your lap, directing me, “outside, now.”

I gulped at the stern edge in your voice, not something I was used to hearing, and scurried outside. I waited at the doorway to the building, shivering for a few minutes before you eventually joined me.

Without a look at me, you grabbed my hand and pulled me after you, leading me into the alleyway beside the bar, into darkness. Turning me roughly, you pushed me against the wall, pinning my hands above my head.

“What did I tell you?” you asked me darkly, your mouth kissing and sucking at the tender flesh of my neck.

I gasped at the intensity, struggling to focus on my answer.

“Jessica. Tell me what I told you. Now,” you commanded, sternly.

Pulling my mind from the pleasure running through me at the feeling of your lips, I breathlessly answered, “you told me not to start anything I couldn’t finish.”

“That’s right,” you growled, your tone deepening so much I felt a shiver roll through my body. “And what did you do, Jessica?”

With this, your hands moved down my body, your mouth kissing the exposed flesh of my breasts as your fingers hooked beneath the waist band of my panties, pulling them to my ankles. I went to drop my hand to run through your hair as you sternly told me to stay still.

“Answer me, Jessica” you commanded.

I moaned under your ministrations, responding guiltily “I started something.”

“Good girl. See, answering isn’t that hard, is it?”

Your attention to my body had left me speechless; a day’s teasing built to this moment where I couldn’t focus on anything but the sensations running through my body.

You turned me to face the wall, my hands still in place, now with my palms flat against the wall to brace myself.

“Do you know what that means, Jessica?” you asked, darkly, as I heard your zipper.

“No,” I whimpered, a fresh wave of juices flooding my pussy as it desperately anticipated your hard length.

Holding my hips, you thrust into my deeply, answering, “it means we finally finish it”.

Grateful to be able to brace myself against the wall, I struggled to balance on my heels as you pounded my pussy with your thick hard cock, feeling my tightness around you, delighting in the feel of the good, hard fuck we had both desperately needed all day.

I focussed solely on the sensations coursing through my body, nearing orgasm as you plundered my pussy, when my eyes suddenly flew open, realising what we were doing.

“James,” I exclaimed, with a moan, “anyone could see us!”

I could hear your soft, dark chuckle from behind me as you continued fucking me. “I know,” you answered softly, “you should’ve thought of that before you started teasing me again.”

With that, your hands reached around and cupped my breasts, seeking out my hard nipples under the thin fabric of my dress, rolling them between your fingers. A short sharp pinch caused a soft squeal from me, wetting my pussy once again.

“Do you like the idea of it?” you murmured softly, pulling me to you. “Do you like the idea that someone might walk out of that bar and see such an innocent girl being bent over and fucked, see me giving you what you really want?”

A deep, guttural moan escaped me with your description; you knew I would never admit to it, and didn’t actually want to ever be caught, but you had just tapped into one of my deepest fantasies.

Instinctively knowing what would happen, your hand wrapped around my mouth, muffling the loud cry that escaped me as orgasm overtook my body and my pussy gushed.

You continued to roughly thrust into me, my increasing wetness and the muscles constricting around your cock finally pushing you over the edge, your cock exploding and filling me.

We stayed braced against the wall for a few short moments to catch our breath, before, sliding out of me, you turned me to face you.

I bent to pull my panties back into place before you stopped me, making me step out of them before you pocketed them. I looked back at you, shocked.

“I told you earlier, if you didn’t finish the job before Alex arrived, you’d be in trouble. Consider this punishment,” you explained with a grin as you grabbed my hand and turned back toward the street.

“Excuse me!” I spluttered in astonishment, “if that’s punishment, then what did I do to deserve what just happened?”

As the door to the bar opened, you turned to me, with a cheeky grin, simply answering “you started it” before pulling me forward, the chaos of the bar engulfing us again.

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I opened a bottle of bubbly and Rosie found enough food for Emily to make some sandwiches. It was amazing where the time had gone. We quickly settled back into a fun mood as I showed them the photographs I had taken yesterday at the Park. We reminisced about the good times and even Rosie was heard to comment. ‘I can’t believe I wore that out in the park. Look at those silly white stockings and that tiny skirt. Worse, I know I have no undies on under it.’

Emily was quick to point out that it was fun for that very reason. No-one else could tell whether you were wearing knickers or not. Not unless you wanted them to know. The thrill of not wearing them was something you could keep to yourself.

‘Is there a thrill in not wearing them,’ asked Rosie.

‘Well I think so,’ said Emily. ‘If I walk down the street in a short skirt, any one of a number of things will give me a thrill. I might see a few men looking at me, or I might drop something on the ground, deliberately knowing that I have to pick it up and I may display myself. If the wind flutters my skirt it flutters my thrill machine. I get a little moist maybe, or even soaking bloody wet sometimes,’ she finished.

‘I think I can prove it to you, if you give me a little licence.’

‘Okay, how?’

‘Right go over to that table against the wall and show me how high you want the work-surface,’

‘Oh no, I can’t do that again, not now, not today. No …oh you bastard. No. ohhh…’

She went over and lay down on the table, her skirt, just about covered her bottom.

Emily of course had no idea what I was doing and just looked amused.

‘And now where do you want the kick boards please?’

She looked daggers at me, crossed to the wall and effectively put her fingers on the ground stiff-legged.’

This time the short skirt proved effectively to us that she was not wearing panties.

‘And now the cupboard height.’

By now even Rosie was laughing as she mounted the step ladder and touched the ceiling.

‘Oh Emily, quick over here. We must support her. We don’t want her falling off the ladder do we?’

While looking up her skirt we held her legs, which was probably as well judging by the way she was giggling.

‘Right last part of the proof. Come down here raise your skirt and let Emily feel if you are aroused.’

‘Okay I believe you. Maybe it does give you a thrill under certain circumstances.’

‘Oh no come on.’ I said. ‘You are not getting out of it that lightly. Show Emily the proof please.’

She was bubbly and flirty again now. She seemed to be happy to sidle up to Emily, staying well away from me and let her feel the moistness between her legs.

‘Proof positive,’ said Emily. ‘Like a baby frog from the pond.’

‘Ugggh,’ we all laughed.

‘I know it is nearly six, but I just have another few photos to take while you are all in the mood. Bedroom this time.’

Rosie looked puzzled. ‘I haven’t got any underwear that is nearly as nice or fun as Emily’s as we know.’

‘That’s a first,’ I said. ‘You have admitted that sexy undies are nice and fun. They are next on the shopping list.. But no we don’t need any costumes. I just want the two of you on the bed. Especially if you are still wet and sticky Rosie. The pictures will come out a treat.’

‘Oh I don’t think so. That is going too far.’

‘What is? I have taken my sneaky crotch shots for the day when you had on the last set of undies. You may not have liked it but I have got them and I can prove that the shaving you did earlier was successful. Not a hair in sight.

Rosie went pale before turning crimson.

‘Look, all I want today while you are both in such great moods, is a pillow fight. Pretend that you are a sleep-over.Nighties. Start horsing around. Pull each other’s clothes off. Neither of you has undies on so it won’t be hard. Pull each other’s hair. Then just lie around and I will take the shots. I promise, no explicit crotch shots and I will stay a minimum of ten feet away while shooting.’

Emily was already up on the bed bouncing up and down with a pillow in her hands.

I handed Rosie the bottle of bubbly to fill up her glass. She drained her glass and took a big swig direct from the bottle.

The light of battle was in her eyes. The pillow was in her hand. I had so much fun just watching and snapping. They eventually got down to wrestling and Rosie being younger was just that much quicker than Emily and managed to get her nightdress up and around her arms. She held it deliberately, baffling her arms, while she started tickling her. I only promised no explicit crotch shots but Emily was rolling her legs around with abandon as Rosie tickled her. I could not have avoided taking a little pussy. It was wherever I looked. I am not going to suggest that Rosie let up a little on Emily, but she did pull her dress over her arms to leave Emily now naked. At this point Emily fought back hard and Rosie was quickly overpowered. Or wanted to make it appear so. Now the legs in kuşadası escort the air were all Rosie’s. Emily quickly removed her dress and the pair wrestled on the bed naked. While Rosie was still trying to tickle Emily, remember those sleep-overs, Emily was trying to play with Rosies tits and pussy. I thought I even saw her try to push a finger up her arse. Remember those sleep-overs. Eventually exhaustion took over, but not before the two girls wriggled to a comfortable position with one hand in each other’s pussy and the other on a tit. The kisses were next and inevitable. I was wondering whether we were going to get a whole lesbian pussy-eating display. I certainly was not going to stop it.

We didn’t. Rosie pulled back and I stopped taking photographs.

‘I’m done with the photographs,’ I conceded. ‘If you two want to carry on I will just watch.’

‘I’m sorry Emily I have never done this before and I am still not sure…Well, I know I would like to do it with you but, I don’t think I am a lesbian. I am sure I’m not in fact. As lovely as it is, .. the fun we have been having, .. I just.. well, I prefer boys.’

‘So do I,’ said Emily. ‘Just because I prefer boys however doesn’t mean that you can’t have fun with girls once in a while. Or shall we ask Tom to join us?’

‘Oh no. That is, I’m sorry Tom. It is not that I don’t fancy you, and you are a really nice guy..’

There was the deathknell, I was a nice guy.

‘but I have never even kissed you, so we cannot just crawl into bed and start.. well you know what I mean.’

I knew the route now. I had to start kissing her!

Rosie climbed off the bed, seemingly reluctantly.

‘I am finished for the day,’ I announced. ‘You have a lot to tell Alan tonight and I have got time to get these photographs to him before you speak to him.’ Some of them are going to shock him, and I think if I have him right delight him. He is going to love those crotchless knickers. Now homework.’

Rosie giggled and Emily interrupted, ‘Can I do it too?’

‘Emily I am so sorry to break up the party when we have had so much fun for the next couple of days but tomorrow I need Emily on her own , as much as anything else we need to go shopping. If we started having too much fun it could waylay us.’

She looked disappointed.

‘But if you are free on Tuesday again, I would love to have you spend the day with us. I think you will enjoy what I have planned.’

‘That is probably just as well because I have a meeting of the charity board tomorrow. I would certainly have cancelled it to go out with you two again. This way I won’t have to and I will see you again Tuesday.’

‘As I said homework. We are going Lingerie shopping, so firstly prepare Alan for a big bill, or should I say big bills. At least three shops. It will be an early start. I will pick you up at nine. So make a list of everything you need to buy. We can then throw away all those old tired sets that were probably once your mother’s. The other thing I want you to do is prepare Alan for what I have in mind. I want to be your boyfriend for the day. Remember the assistant who said if I was a husband or boyfriend I could go into the changing rooms with you. Well I want to be in there to see how these things look, so I have to be a husband or boyfriend. Perhaps a fiancée, would be nice. Perhaps I would be better off as a husband as your wedding ring will not look out of place. Anyway you can tell him that not only am I going to be in there, but you are going to treat me as if we were in love. Only when we are around other people of course. I will not expect a blow-job in the car. Well, not unless you really insist.’

That thought was attractive.

Rosie was stunned. ‘I can’t just be your wife, like that. We would need to get to know each other and I have no idea for example what your parent’s names are.’ ‘We are not going for a test or a TV show, Mr & Mrs. I am only suggesting that we hold hands, I can put my arm around you without you flinching that sort of thing. I want to be able to say in the changing room, I don’t like this. Take it off, try that instead.’

She nodded, ‘I can do that, but I don’t know what Alan will say.’

‘I am sure he will be fine about it so long as you tell him all about the day and I keep sending the photos. Anyway I will see you at nine sharp. Do you want a hand with that bag Emily.’

I was not going to make the same mistake as I did yesterday.

It transpired she did want a hand so I put the bag in her boot.’

‘Dinner now?’ I asked quietly.

‘Only if it is a takeaway, at your place. Colin might be at home at mine.’

‘Follow me then, it is only twenty minutes away. ‘

I turned away, ‘Bye Rosie.’

We pulled in at my place and I ordered pizza to be delivered. No expense spared, and I at least was hungry. I first had to email today’s photographs to Alan.

I then poured a couple of glasses of bubbly and we sank onto the sofa French kissing.

There was no terrific passion, nor a huge urgency. This was catch-up sex. We had not been together in a while. We worked well together and we each remembered a couple of things that the other liked. She liked her neck being kissed. She also liked a finger in her bum.

We were interrupted by the pizza’s arrival.

‘Do you want to get it,’ I said. ‘Seems a shame to waste the opportunity to flash, especially as you don’t live here, so he will never see you again. The money is on the sideboard in the hall.’

She grinned, and said, ‘Is there enough for a tip.’

‘That’s up to you. What size of tip do you think he needs. He has been quite quick.’

I must be a terrible tipper because the amount I left was not nearly enough. Well judging by the blow-job the guy was getting in the hall anyway. I know next time I have delivery he will be there in two minutes flat. Boy will he be disappointed if he thinks I will be doing that to him.

She talked me through the tip as we ate.

‘Fifteen percent,’ he apparently said. ‘Is that all I get? But he wasn’t looking at the money in his hand. I doubt he knew whether it was three percent or twenty percent. I said that if he would prefer to have his tip in kind then he must put the change on the sideboard and drop his trousers. I guess I have saved you about eighty-five pence.’

‘Well, give me a couple of minutes to finish this Pizza and I will be happy to thank you for saving me the change. Penny by penny in fact.

And I did.

She left about eleven and I promised her a good day on Tuesday. This was to be the completion, hopefully, of my attempts to turn Rosie into a flasher. I wanted her to feel pretty comfortable having her photo’s taken while the workmen were around. I would work on persuading her she wanted to be the hostess at sex-parties in due course.

I was round to Rosie’s bright as a button at nine sharp.

I leaned forward to kiss her on the lips. Just the sort of kiss a guy normally gets from his new wife in the mornings.

She leaned away.

‘Hi wifey. No good morning kiss?’

‘Huh. I have spoken to Alan and I cannot believe he agreed to your request. He made me promise to pretend when there are more than two of us there. So, correct no morning kiss. I only see two of us.’

That was good enough for me.

‘Of course,’ I said. ‘If I decide that my new wife and I need to have sex in a crowded place, then you will go along with it. Right? On the other hand my new wife might like to practice a little civility and pretend all the time, in the hope that she will be able to limit my passion to a reasonable level. What do you think.’

With a wicked gleam in her eye she leaned in and gave me a deep French kiss full on the mouth. Our tongues played music together. This was another first, especially as I think she kept it going longer than she had originally intended.

‘Good morning husband. That little bit of passion will have to keep you going all day I am afraid. I feel a headache coming on already.’

I slapped her butt and said ‘In that case darling we had better get on we have a lot to do. Do you have your list and a credit card.’

She laughed. ‘And I thought you were only after my body. It seems you want my cash as well.’

She was in a terrific mood considering the instructions Alan had given her.

She locked up and we were away.

‘What underwear do you have on?’ I asked.

‘Just a bra and panties,’ she said. ‘I thought about it and I did not think you would want me wearing tights.’

‘Absolutely correct, but remember I talked about throwing away all your underwear so let us start that now. Throw your bra and knickers out of the window please.’

Her mouth gaped a little. She was wearing a button through dress. Short sleeves, a fairly deep v neck tight at the waist flaring out to just under the knee. Dark blue with details picked out in white. Modest, but perfect for what I had in mind for the next couple of days.

‘You probably only need to start by undoing one, maybe two buttons at the top. You should be able to squeeze your bra off without taking the rest of your dress off. Of course if you want to take the dress off first you are very welcome to wifey.’

She realised I was serious, undid two buttons slipped the bra straps over her arms and pulled it out through the open buttons.

She was quick to do the two top buttons up again.

Her knickers were even quicker. She snuck her fingers up under her dress, pulled and there they were in her lap.

I wound the electric window down.

‘Say goodbye to them.’

She sadly shook her head as if in great sorrow. I caught the smile. She was enjoying this so far. The bra went first and then the panties. To hell with keeping our roads tidy.

‘We are going to the mall we went to the other day first. We should be able to get most of the regular stuff there. We will have to go on to a couple of specialist shops probably later. But at least we know that here we will be able to get decent quality and have a good selection. You know how many sets you might need. I would suggest you have on your list about seven or eight sets plus stockings suspenders basques and slips. Am I right?

She nodded.

‘Well buy them by all means, but for the foreseeable future, at least while I have a say in it, I don’t see you wearing many regular bra and panties sets. But that is up to you of course. The way I see it is that we will cruise the shelves and we will both choose some items for you to try on. If we are early enough and it is not busy then maybe we can get the large changing room on the end.’

‘I would be more comfortable on my own,’ she said.’

‘I don’t think you would, but we can try it if you like. Look we are here now.’

We pulled up at the mall and alighted. I made a fuss of rushing round to open the door for her. It wasn’t just to look up her skirt either, although I did. It was to play the part of her new hubby.

I held her hand as we crossed the car park, and received hardly a flinch in return. Well, only a small one.

As we walked into the mall there was shop-fitting going on and the whole of one wall was fitted with temporary mirrors.

‘Watch yourself walk.’ I instructed. ‘See how beautifully you walk without a bra. It is not obvious until you look and then, every man and his dog, his male dogs anyway, will want to watch. It is not blatant or slutty. It is pure class. It shows you care but that you have a good enough body to say, look at me guys. But no touching. Except for me, that is. Your new husband.

Now just before we get to the store undo a couple of buttons at the top and two up from the bottom. Now look how you walk see the difference. More of a swagger. More look at me guys.’

And she did have more of a swagger. More confidence.

We went into the store that we were in last Saturday to buy the stockings. My luck was in. The same young lady I spoke to was mooching around the counter looking bored. I could not see any other customers.

‘Hi,’ I said. ‘I don’t know whether you remember me last Saturday. My name is Jones, Tom Jones. You suggested that if it was quiet my new bride and I could use the large changing room on the end so that she could try on some new lingerie.’

The light dawned on her face.

‘Yes, of course Sir. Would you like to choose some items to try on first and I will put a reserved note on the cubicle.’

‘But Darling,’ Rosie said, in character. ‘You did say that I could try the smaller one first to see whether I could manage.’

‘Why sure. Just trot off and find something to try then.’

I turned to the young lady as she started walking away, ‘Are you on commission, young lady?’

‘Please, call me Sophie Sir.’ She pushed her left breast out towards me to show me her name. ‘And yes I am.’

‘Oh good, you will do well with us this morning. Any extra help you can offer will be well rewarded. Firstly put up the reserved sign on the large changing cubicle and secondly when she has chosen some clothes to try on, can you escort Rosie to the smallest closet that you have without a mirror. I think Sophie was ahead of me.

‘Is your young wife say, just a little shy, perhaps.’

‘That is putting it mildly. But we are working on it and today is part of the course. I am hoping to have some fun as well. I don’t suppose you could find me a bottle of champagne from the wine department and three glasses?’

‘I can just pop down and get the Champagne. The glasses might be a bit harder but I will see what I can do after I have taken the young lady to changing room number ten. That is that one on the end down there sir. The least convenient mirror, sorry, I meant the most convenient mirror is possibly the one over there where the men’s underwear starts.’

She gave an evil grin. ‘Is that okay sir?’

‘Perfect thank you Sophie. Do you have any recommendations, perhaps something particularly sexy.’

‘Well Sir, if you are looking for t-backs, you know g-strings, there is a nice selection over there and…’ she looked around and pulled down her own panties to hand them over to me, …these I find particularly fun. They are on the stand as well.’

I accepted them and, in the spirit which they were offered, sniffed them appreciatively. ‘I think we are going to enjoy today Sophie. There look she already has a small armful, why don’t you go and help her. I have tried to tell her that she will not need many bra and panty sets at all because she will hardly be wearing any, but she seems to think better.’

She disappeared with Sophie while I drifted in the direction of number ten cubicle.

‘Oh these are lovely Darling. They fit beautifully.’

‘Oh good. Do they look good in the mirror? Come out and show me.’

‘There isn’t actually a mirror in here darling, but they feel snug so I know they fit.’

‘Okay well come out and show me. There is a mirror out here.’

‘I can’t just walk out in my underwear dear. Anybody could be watching.’

‘There is no-one else here but us dear, Not even Sophie is around at the moment. Out you come Darling.’

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Robert and Vanessa arrived at Edward’s and Pamela’s house around 10am so they would have ample time to shoot the video. Edward and Pamela greeted them at the door and they exchanged their usual kisses on the cheek. Pamela and Vanessa went to the kitchen to get some coffee while Edward and Robert talked about where to set up the camera on the tripod.

They rearranged the furniture in the living room. The sofa sat against the wall so there was nothing in front of it so Robert would have plenty of angles to shoot from. Edward had his camera on a tripod to one side and Robert had brought his own gear. The camera on the tripod was connected to the plasma screen so we could see the picture and adjust the angle and zoom as required using the remote control

The girls came back with the coffee. When Robert tasted his he perceived a hint of brandy. Pamela said she had spiked the coffee to help ease their nerves.

“I’m really nervous, you know,” Pamela said.

“Well just relax,” Robert said. He was also feeling kind of nervous but he decided to play the director and make them feel at ease. “Just go ahead and sit on the couch. You can begin by kissing and take it from there.”

“OK,” Pamela said, sitting on the couch. Edward sat next to her and turning to Edward she asked, “Did you like the DVD?”

“Oh yes, we did,” Robert answered.

“Did we ever,” Vanessa added. “And I liked the photos and videos you posted on the site. I still don’t know how you got the nerve to do it. I read most of the comments and you were right, some of them are a real turn on. Right, honey?”

“Yeah,” Robert said. “But I just read a few. But you should have seen the effect they had on Vanessa.”

Vanessa blushed and said, “Well, we might tell you about it later. OK?”

Both Pamela and Edward detected the change in Vanessa as she spoke. She seemed to be more straightforward, before when the conversation turned to sex she rarely spoke about her feelings.

“Don’t you have something you wanted to give Ed and Pam?” Robert said turning to his wife.

“Oh, you mean…?” Vanessa blushed, but she forced herself to go on, after all it had been her idea, “Well, you see… Mmh… Well, we thought that since you shared your pictures with us… Ehhm… Well, we wanted to give you some of me” She finally finished.

“You mean you had some pictures of you naked?” Edward asked.

“Didn’t you say you had never let Bob take that kind of pictures?” Pamela added.

“Well, no… I mean, yes…” Vanessa stuttered.

Robert came to her rescue, “We just took them last night.”

Edward immediately put de CD on a player and turned a switch so the photographs could be seen in the large plasma screen. On a few Vanessa had a piece of black silk covering part of her body but on most of them she was nude. The pictures were taken in their bed which was covered only by a black satin sheet. The lightning effects were spectacular. They cast deep shadows over her body that only accentuated her body.

Pamela and Edward sat on the couch looking intently at the screen. Pamela had placed her hand over Edward’s crotch and as soon as he saw Vanessa’s nude body his cock had gotten hard.

After the last photograph appeared on the screen Pamela said, “Wow, they are incredible.”

Arthur added, “They sure are. See, that’s why we wanted you to do our video Bob, you sure are great photographer.”

Robert was a bit embarrassed and he managed to answer, “Well, I had a great model.”

No it was Vanessa’s turn to be embarrassed as Arthur and Pamela turned in her direction.

“You have a marvelous body.” Pamela said and Arthur immediately nodded his agreement.

“Well, then let’s finish setting up the lights and then let’s get started, shall we?” Robert said to cover his and Vanessa’s embarrassment.

“Sure.” Arthur said getting up from the couch to help Robert.

As he got up he squirmed to adjust his erection, the head at his cock had popped out over the top of his underwear. Vanessa saw the bulge in his pants and was both embarrassed and flattered at the same time.

Robert finished setting up the camera, and as they finished their coffee, Robert looked at Edward and Pamela. He was wearing loafers, slacks and a polo shirt. She had on a blouse and skirt and was wearing black nylons.

Robert was also dressed in slacks and a polo shirt and Vanessa was görükle escort wearing one of her summer dresses. Robert had asked her before they left if she was wearing any underwear, but she didn’t answer, saying he would find out soon enough. He knew she wasn’t wearing a bra by the way her breasts bounced.

Edward and Pamela began kissing so Robert set the cameras rolling. They were a bit awkward and self-conscious at first but as their tongues began playing with each other inside their mouths they began to relax. Robert made a close up of their faces when Pamela began sucking Edward’s tongue. Then he panned the camera down as his hands traveled over her breasts and down her legs. They went on like that for a few minutes and then Edward began undoing the buttons on her blouse. As he opened it he saw that Pamela was wearing a black, see-through bra. Edward ran his hands over the bra, pinching the nipple lightly; it stood out against the fabric immediately. Pamela pulled Edward’s shirt over his head and ran her fingers along his chest. She bent forward and sticking her tongue out, she licked his nipple and bit it, gently pulling it into her mouth. Edward was still massaging her breast with his hand. Pamela lowered her hand, placing it over Edward’s cock over his pants. Robert looked to the armchair where Vanessa was sitting and saw her watching them intently.

Vanessa was amazed that Pamela and Edward were really getting into it in front of them. She had spoken with Pamela during the week and she confessed that even though they were willing to have sex in front of their friends and have Robert tape it, she was very nervous about it.

Vanessa was beginning to feel the heat rise up in her. Her first instinct was to look away. She had been taught that sex was a private affair between couples. But she just couldn’t keep her eyes away.

Pamela took off her blouse and Edward pulled one cup of her bra away, exposing her breast. He licked her nipple, tracing circles over the areole with his tongue and then sucking the nipple into his mouth. Pamela moaned softly and pulled Edward’s head closer to her. Edward pulled Pamela’s other breast out of her bra and began pinching and pulling on the nipple with his fingers while he went on sucking the other one. Pamela moaned again. Edward pushed Pamela’s skirt up, exposing her bare flesh where the stockings ended. Pamela lifted her hips and pulled her skirt up above her waist. She sat down again, parting her legs and exposing her clean-shaven cunt, covered only by a see through black thong. Edward caressed it through the material, pinching her thick lips between his fingers as he continued sucking her nipples. He would suck one first and then trace his tongue down the slope of her breast and up the other one until he sucked her other nipple into his mouth. Pamela arched her back, pushing her nipples further into Edward’s mouth.

Edward was also feeling sort of nervous, he had turned to see Robert a couple of times and he noticed the bulge under his pants, he also looked at Vanessa and saw her breathing was getting heavier, seeing that their friends were getting excited watching them eased his nervousness. Pamela had also noticed the bulge in Robert’s pants and she was glad that he was getting excited looking at her as Edward took her clothes off and played with her.

Edward moved his hand up to insert it beneath Pamela’s thong. Robert was able to get a close up of Pamela’s thong with a wet spot in the middle. Then Edward’s finger parted her cunt lips beneath the thong, moving it up and down a few times. Edward notices that Pamela was wetter that usual and his cock began to rise. Every time he hit her clit, Pamela would moan in pleasure. She raised her hips a bit to accentuate his touch and when his finger entered her vagina, she began to cum, moaning loudly. When her orgasm subsided she stood up to remove her clothes. Robert moved behind Edward to catch Pamela as she stripped. First she took off her blouse and then reached back to undo her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She stood there for a few moments, clad in her stockings, garter belt, her soaked thong sticking to her cunt lips and her breasts hanging out of her bra, her nipples hard.

She hooked her thumbs in the elastic of the thong and slid it down her legs. Reaching back, she unclasped her bra, standing there now only wearing her stockings and garter belt.

She bursa sınırsız escort bayan stroked her breasts; one of her hands moved down her belly and her finger disappeared between her cunt lips. She inserted it into her vagina and pulling it out, she moved closer to Edward. He licked her juices off her fingers and she knelt in front of him to remove his trousers and briefs. Edward’s cock stood straight at attention and Robert saw Vanessa bending forward to get a better look. Her skirt was bunched around her hips and she had her hand inside her panties.

Vanessa had involuntarily moved her hand to her crotch over her dress, and when she saw Edward and Pamela looking at her she blushed, she was about to pull her hand away but she didn’t. After all, their friends were naked in front of them and about to have sex. She fixed her gaze on Edward’s cock, and she felt a new rush of excitement.

Pamela placed herself in front of her husband, fondling his balls and circling his cock with her fingers, moving them up and down. She bent forward when a drop of pre-cum appeared at the tip of Edward’s cock and sticking out her tongue, she licked it. She circled his cock head with her tongue a few times and then ran it down the underside, licking his balls before her tongue traveled back up the length of his shaft. She took the head of his cock lovingly in her mouth and kept it there for a while; Robert could guess she was running her tongue all around it inside her mouth. Pamela began bobbing her head up and down, taking more of Edward’s cock into her mouth.

Robert moved around to find a better angle, and he saw that Vanessa had undone the buttons on the top of her dress and one of her breasts was exposed, she had also pulled her skirt up to her waist exposing her legs and her scantily covered pussy. She was playing with her nipple with one hand, the other still buried beneath her panties, caressing her pussy. Her gaze was fixed on Edward and Pamela and she had a dreamy expression on her face. Edward had his eyes fixed on Vanessa’s breast and Robert couldn’t tell if the pleasure expression on his face was from Pamela’s ministrations or from watching Vanessa playing with herself.

Vanessa lifted her gaze from Edward’s cock and saw that he was looking straight at her, she blushed and felt embarrassed but at the same time she was excited by Edward looking at her. She stopped caring about her hangups and gave way to what she was feeling at the moment. She opened her dress even further exposing both her breasts. Robert licked his lips as he stared at her nipples. She felt her nipples getting harder under his gaze and imagining his lips and tongue sucking them.

Edward was admiring Vanessa’s body, he wanted to get up and go to her, suck her nipples into his mouth and bury his head between her legs, but he held back. He was sure it wasn’t going to be long before he would be fulfilling his wishes. Pamela looked up and saw her husband looking at Vanessa. She felt her excitement growing knowing her husband was looking at another woman as she sucked him. She felt his cock throb inside her mouth.

Robert had also seen Vanessa’s reaction when Edward turned to look at her. He was surprised that he was actually turned on by knowing another man was seeing his wife half naked. He turned his attention back to Edward and Pamela. She had more than half his cock inside her mouth, the head probably bumping against her throat. Edward’s cock was bigger than Robert’s and a bit thicker around. Pamela pulled back, letting it all the way out of her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the head a few times and then took it back into her mouth, just the head. Robert noticed that she had her hand between her thighs so he zoomed in on it; she was teasing her clit and rubbing the inside of her lips as she sucked her husband. He panned the camera up her body and focused on her breasts for a few seconds. They jiggled a bit in rhythm with her head movements, her nipples hard and pointing straight out. Robert kept panning the camera up, catching her head bobbing up and down his cock again, continuing up his chest to get a shot of his face, which wore an expression of pure bliss.

There was some movement to Robert’s left; Edward opened his eyes. He still held the camera pointed at Pamela and Edward but looked to his left in time to see Vanessa, who had stood bursa otele gelen escort bayan up and was slowly undoing the buttons on her dress. Pamela stopped sucking Edward’s cock and was looking at Vanessa too. Robert pointed the camera at her, expecting her to complain, but she didn’t. She just kept on going, her eyes glued to Edward and Pamela, who still had a hand between her legs while she masturbated Edward with the other one. Vanessa let her dress fall down to the floor and she stood there wearing only her bikini panties. But not for long; she pushed them down her legs and bent down to remove them and her shoes, giving all of them a great view of her hanging breasts. They were bigger than Pamela’s and very nicely rounded, with a little sag due to their weight. She stood up again, and Robert got a full frontal shot of her body. Her nipples were hard and her cunt lips were swollen beneath her trimmed triangle of pubic hair. She cupped her breasts and pushed the nipples with her thumbs, making them stand out even more when they popped back out. She sat back on the armchair and opening her legs, slid her fingers between her lips.

Pamela looked at Robert and said, “Are you going to be the only one left with your clothes on?”

Robert put the camera down and quickly stripped, his cock already hard, both from watching the action on the couch and even more from his wife’s uninhibited (and quite unexpected) actions. Pamela eyed Robert, fixing her gaze on his cock for a few seconds before turning her attention back to Edward’s cock.

Robert picked up the camera again and filmed Vanessa as she played with her breasts and pussy. When he pointed the camera back at Edward and Pamela, he saw that she had his cock back in her mouth. This time her lips weren’t tight around his cock; they parted as she slowly worked her way down the shaft until she had taken all of it past her throat. She remained motionless for a few seconds and then she slowly pulled all the way back and licked the head while her hand pumped the shaft. She had a couple of fingers inside her vagina and was pumping them in and out more rapidly. A moan escaped from her throat as she took Edward’s head back in her mouth and went on down until she swallowed his cock again. She would pull back and suck on the head for a few seconds, then go deep again and remain motionless for a few seconds before repeating the whole thing.

After four or five times she pulled back completely and buried her head on Edward’s thigh as a new orgasm overtook her. Robert caught on film the trembling of her thighs and her breasts flushing as the orgasm continued. She went back to Edward’s cock, bobbing her head up and down rapidly, taking in less than half its length in her mouth. Edward pumped his hips in rhythm with his wife’s movements. She took her fingers out of her vagina and fondled his balls as she moved the other hand along the base of his shaft, sucking on its upper half. Edward let out a deep growl as his body tensed and he pushed his hips upward. Pamela kept his cock in her moth and as Robert closed up on it he could see it pulsing, shooting his sperm. Pamela’s throat contracted as she swallowed and after he was finished, she pulled back. A small amount of cum, mixed with her saliva, dripped out of her mouth, landing on her breast as she rose and kissed Edward.

Robert heard Vanessa moaning and he pointed the camera back at her. She was moving her fingers rapidly against her clit and squeezing one of her breasts. Her head was thrown back, her legs hung over the arms of the armchair, exposing her pussy completely, her inner lips hanging slightly out. She moaned incoherently and as she inserted a couple of fingers into her vagina, she arched her hips and shuddered as her orgasm racked her body. Robert caught it all on the camera and when she regained her breath, she motioned for him to come closer. Robert did and she grabbed his throbbing cock, which was begging for release. Robert pointed the camera down just as she took the head in her mouth and began sucking him furiously, her hand still between her legs.

Robert felt Edward tapping his shoulder and he gave him the camera, concentrating on the feelings emanating from his cock. Edward knelt to the side to get a better angle, panning the camera from Vanessa’s head to her pussy. Robert didn’t last long before he shot a full load into Vanessa’s mouth; he just kept cumming and cumming. She did her best to swallow it all, but some of it dripped down her chin to her breasts. She pulled back and with her hand, milked the last drops from his cock, pointing it at her nipples. Then she lay back massaging his cum on her breasts and she had another shuddering orgasm. Arthur got all of this on tape.

To be continued

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The old saying that you should never bet on anything less than a sure thing is an old saying for a reason.

At least that’s what Jamie thought as she eyed the small, thin, gold chain dangling from her fingers in the light.

He couldn’t be serious.

Two months earlier, Tom and Jamie had made a wager; they’d bet on the outcome of a stupid baseball game. Truthfully, while watching baseball was something they did together, Jamie really didn’t know as much about the teams as Tom did.

She’d made the bet based on some stats she’d seen on television earlier in the day. Unfortunately, for her, the game had been an upset for the favored team. The underdog had come from behind in the bottom of the 9th and won by a run.

Jamie and Tom often made little bets on things. Tom usually won, and had Jamie perform sexual favors for him. It was part of their sex life, and they both enjoyed it.

This time had been different though.

After losing the bet, Jamie had assumed that Tom would want her to blow him in the car, answer the door naked, or some other kinky thing like that. He loved her to show off that way.

But after the game, when she asked him about it, all he said was, “you’ll see.”

As time went on, she’d brought it up on several occasions, but Tom just smiled. “Just wait, you’ll see…” was his only answer.

Two months later, she’d actually forgotten about it, until the small, plainly wrapped package arrived while he was at work.

Inside, she found a card, a thin golden chain, and a pair of wicked black heels…her size. The card read: Hey babe, this is your costume for the Halloween party tonight. You’ll be Lady Godiva. Don’t bring anything else. A bet’s a bet. See you at five-thirty, love, Tom.

Now, holding the chain up to the light, Jamie furrowed her brow in disbelief. It was a waist chain. Did he really expect that she was going to saunter out of the house and show up at his employer’s Halloween party wearing nothing but this thin chain and the heels?

He was out of his mind.

Yet, the thought of walking naked through the crowd at his place of work was kind of exciting.

Still though, that was crazy.

Tom had pushed her to some pretty wild stuff in the past…opening the door naked for the pizza guy, skinny dipping in the apartment complex pool late at night…and she did those things willingly for him because they in fact turned her on as well.

She was somewhat of an exhibitionist, but this was just insane.

She thought about calling him and telling him that she wasn’t going to do it.

But, then, a bet was a bet. There’d bursa escort been times when he’d lost too, and she made him do some pretty crazy stuff.

There was the time that she’d made him masturbate in the park. There hadn’t been anyone around of course, but still it had excited them both.

Exhaling, she decided to at least try on the “costume” to see what she looked like.

After stripping naked, she chose her makeup carefully: Lots of blush, blue eye shadow and ruby-red lipstick, finally finishing it off with thick, black eyeliner. Then she pulled her long, dark hair into a single ponytail that fell the length of her back to her waist.

Stepping back she took stock. Her blue eyes were framed by the makeup and her lips looked big and pouty. The blush and eyeliner made her look like a regular slut. She giggled at her reflection.

Entering the bedroom, she stood before the full length mirror and donned the chain, clipping it in back. Then, she slid into the heels.

That was it.

In the mirror, she turned this way and that.

Her large, tear-drop shaped breasts, capped by dollar-sized pink aureole stood up by themselves. She took care of her breasts, and thought they were one of her best features…to which Tom readily agreed.

The chain hugged her waist loosely, but not too loosely, at the perfect level just around her hips.

Continuing the inventory in the mirror, she saw her neatly trimmed pubic area between her thighs. Her legs, shapely from regular workouts disappeared into the black heels.

Talking a step back, she turned, to see her bare ass…she looked hot…no not hot…horny would be more the word. Standing there in her “costume,” and slutty makeup, she looked like some kind of porn star right out of what Tom called “fuck flicks.”

There was no way she could actually go out in public like that though. Although it was Halloween, and she was supposed to be Lady Godiva (according to Tom), the reality was that she was stark naked.

Her nipples tingled, growing erect.

Closing her eyes, she imagined the scene, for a moment. Walking through the party “dressed” as Lady Godiva with everyone staring at her naked body.

She moistened at the thought, wetting her inner thighs slightly. The idea turned her on…she had to admit that to herself…but still…she couldn’t actually go through with it.

Could she?

The likelihood that there would be anyone she knew at the company party was slim to none. Maybe she could cheat by donning a wispy pair of panties and a bra…still giving Tom his thrill (and honestly, giving her bursa üniversiteli escort a thrill too).

But the card had said that she wasn’t to bring anything else.

Running a palm slowly over her taught belly, she moved it towards the warmth between her legs.

Besides, Lady Godiva was naked. There was nothing in the story about Lady Godiva wearing heels, but she knew that was for Tom.

Unconsciously, her index finger reached her clitoris and she pressed lightly…watching her naked body shiver in the mirror.

Her breathing came heavier.

If only she could do it, she thought to herself, watching her breasts rise and fall…inviting her other hand to roll a nipple lightly between her fingers.

Before she could talk herself out of it, she walked downstairs, grabbed her car keys from the hook in the kitchen and stood behind the front door.

Opening the door slightly, she peered out.

At five o’clock, the street was still empty. The late October day was waning, but still plenty of light to see by…if she actually went outside, anyone would be able to see her.

She shivered…not from the cold. In southern California, the weather in October is warm enough.

Wetness rolled down her inner thighs and her nipples pulled at her.

She was shivering from fear, and excitement.

Jamie pulled the door open wider, standing in the frame. Across the street, the driveways were empty.

Suddenly, she chickened out.

Closing the door, she went back up to the bedroom and retrieved her thin, black, waist length teddy from the closet.

After pulling it over her, she looked in the mirror. It was mostly transparent, and revealed a hell of a lot more than it should have…but it was better than nothing.

If she was going to indulge Tom’s bet-fantasy by going out in public totally naked, he would have to live with it.

Then she changed her mind.

No, she lost the bet fair and square, and would live up to her end of the deal…just as she would expect him to do.

Pulling the teddy over her head again, she tossed it on the bed and marched back down stairs. Grabbing her keys again from the kitchen counter, she went out of the door, locked it and pulled it shut behind her.

Standing naked in front of the door, exposed to the street, she walked down the walkway to the car, her heels clicking on the pavement as she went.

She felt so naked, utterly exposed as her breasts swayed in front of her. Save for the chain and heels, she was nude in front of the house. Anyone could look karacabey escort out of their window or walk by and see her.

Her legs quivered and her sweet spot melted between them.

Standing at the driver’s door of her car for a moment, she twisted her head around, trying to see everywhere at once. Her nipples throbbed into hard nubs.

God, what was she doing?

Noticing her reflection in the driver’s window, she shivered again. All around her, the world appeared usual. She saw the trees behind her, with the houses reflected dimly above her.

But in the center of the reflection, she saw herself from the waist up. She saw her large, uncovered breasts, and bare shoulders.

She looked somehow out of place…naked where she shouldn’t be. Her pussy throbbed.

Unable to stop herself, she again snaked a hand towards the heat between her thighs, and pressed at her clit.

Spinning her head around again, she tried again to see everywhere at once. At the end of the block, a car drove past her street.

She was totally nude, pressing her finger into her pussy right out in the open neighborhood, but the car had gone by so fast that the driver hadn’t seen her.

If she didn’t stop, she wouldn’t be able to stop. She would end up masturbating herself to orgasm right out on the street in broad daylight.

Hurriedly, she withdrew her hand from her dripping snatch and jammed the keys into the lock, opening the door and sliding in.

The seat felt strange, but not unpleasant beneath her bare ass.

Starting the engine, she dropped the car in gear, and sat for a moment with her foot on the brake.

Jamie couldn’t believe what she was about to do…she was about to drive halfway across town to her husband’s place of work with nothing more than a chain around her waist and a pair of heels on her feet.

She shivered once more as a wet spot formed on the seat between her legs.

Reaching for it, she diddled herself for a second.

It was so tempting to get herself off right here in the car. But, she was afraid that if she did that, she would chicken out. The feeling of excitement, the sexual tension of what she was doing made her high…she wanted it to last.

It was the sexually charged feeling that was pushing her on. If she made herself cum, it would be over.

But closing her eyes for a second, she played at her clit, just a moment more…it was torture…bringing herself so close to the edge, but then having to back off.

Opening her eyes again, her heart stopped. Through the passenger side window, a young man stood on the sidewalk, watching her.

She knew he could plainly see her naked body, and hand between her legs.

Jamie nearly came there and then.

With her chance of turning back now gone, she released her foot from the brake, and pulled away, watching the stunned young man in the rearview.

To be continued…

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