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Ayşe ile ilk gece (aysemmm)
Merhaba bu yazımda ayse(aysemmm) ile nasıl tanıştığımızı ve ilk gecemizi anlatmaya çalışacağım.

Ayşe 170 boylarında sarışın güzel hatlara sahip çekici bir kız.profil resimlerini görmüş olanlar bilir. Üniversiteden arkadaşım hemde kankam canın sevgilisi olan iclalin doğum gününde tanışmıştık. Gece mekanda harika bir doğum günü partisi olmuştu. Özellikle iclanin minisi ve ayşenin cesur göğüs dekolteli kıyafeti herksin ilgisinin onlarda olmasını sağlamıştı. Mekandan çıktıktan sonra iclal can ben ve iclalin kuzeni olan ayşe ve kenan adındaki diğer bir arkadaşımız ile canın evine geçtik. Alınan alkolün etkisi ile iclal ve can çok rahat davranıyorlardı. Evde de bir kaç kadeh alkol almıştık. Kenan ve ben gözlerimizi ayşenin göğüslerinden ve iclalin bacaklarından alamıyorduk. İclal rahat hareketleri ile kilotunu biz izletiyordu. Canla aramız çok sıkı olduğu için iclal ile yaşadıklarının çoğunu çekinmeden anlatırdı. Aslında iclal tam anlamıyla bir kaşardı ve can sadece bu yüzden onunla birlikte idi. İclalin her an sekse aç olduğunu sinema, alıiveriş merkezi oroparkı gibi yerlerde iclalin yaptığı oral seksleri ballandıra ballandıra anlatırdı. Kenan ile ayşeninde kaşar olup olmadığını çaktırmadan fısıldaşıyorduk. Arada ufak ufak gülüşmeler oluyordu aramızda. Kenan geç olmadan gitmesi gerektiğini söyleyerek çıkmıştı. Ayşe ile sohbet etmeye, birbirimize hakkımızda sorular sorarak tanımaya çalışmaya başlamıştık. Ozan adında bir sevgilisi vardı. Yaşadıkları ufak bir tartışmayı bahane ederek iclalin doğum gününe gelmemişti. Konuşurken göslerim dekoltesinden göğüslerine kayıyordu ve ayşede aslında bunu farkında idi. Aldığımız alkolün etkisi ile tepki vermiyor hatta bazı anlar daha rahat görmemi sağlamak için hafif yan bile duruyordu. Biz sohbet ederken can ve iclal içeriye geçmişlerdi. Çok fazla geçmeden iclalin inlemeleri kulağımıza gelmeye başlamıştı. Oturduğumuz yerden görülen ayna yatak odasını net şekilde görmemizi sağlıyordu. Aynayı farkettiğimizde gördğümüz görüntü aslında bu gecenin bizim içinde başlangıcı olmuştu. Yatağa sırtüstü uzanmış şekilde olan canın üzerine oturmuş olan iclalin göğüsleri canın avuçlarında ve iclal hızlı hareketlerle canı içine alıyordu. Aynada gördüklerime dalmııştım adeta kendime geldiğimde ayşenin ters tepki vermesini beklerken onunda aynayı izlediğini, elbisesinden kabarmış göğüs uçlarını görmek kabarmakta olan aletimi dahada iştahlandırmıştı. Gördüğümüz görüntüden etkilenmemek elde değildi. Ayşe ona baktığımı farkedince biraz utanı gibi oldu o anda uzanıp dudaklarına bir öpücük kondurdum. Tepkisizdi ilk başta. Tekrar öpmeye başladığımda kısa bir karşılık verdi ama çekilerek erkek arkadaşım var yapamam bunu dedi. Basit bir bahane ile yalnız bırakan erkek arkadaşın mı diyerek tekrar öpmeye başladım. Artık oda karşılık veriyordu. Öperken elim gecenin başından beri gözlerimi alamadığım göğüslerinde idi. Kabarmış uçlarını parmaklarımın arasında eziyordum. Elbisesinin askısını yana düşürüp açıkta kalan göğüslerini emmeye uçlarını dişlerimle çekmeye başlamştım. Ayşe saçlarımı okşuyor ve ince ince inliyordu. Eli pantolonumun üzerinden sertleşmiş olan aletime geldiğinde avuçlamaya çalışıyordu. Beni yana çekerek kemerimi çözmeye çalışıyordu ama hem alkol hemde heyecan ile bunu başaramıyordu bir türlü. Kemerimi ve pantolonumun düğmesini açtığımda pantolonumu ve boxerımı birlikte sıyırdı çabucak. Ben kanepede oturuyor o vücudunn yarısında duran elbisesi ile bacaklarımın arasında aletimi dudaklarının arasına alıyordu. Harika yapıyordu bunu. Yumurtalarımı emiyor, aletimi tamamen ağzına almaya çalışıyor ama başarammıyordu. Boşalmak istemiyordum bu kadar çabuk. Onu kaldırıp elbisesinden kurtuldum hemen. Kanepeye oturtup kilotunu bacaklarından sıyırarak çıkartırken gözlerime bakıyordu. Zaman keybetmeden dilimle kadınlığını buluştudum ayşenin. Dilimin he temasında başımı bastırıyor, saçımı çekiyor ve kasılıyordu. Bacaklarını omuzlarımdan arkaya atmış adeta akan sularına doymaya çalışıyordum. İçerde iclal ve can iyice hızlanmış olmalılardı ki iclalin inlemeleri artık açık açık geliyordu. Ayşede artık kendini zevke bırakmış inlemelerini kontrol edememeye başlamıştı. Zamanının geldiğini düşünerek ayağa kalktım. Ayşenin bacakları omzumda iken aletimi ıslanmış kadınlığına sürmeye başladım. Ayşe hafif hafif kendine bana doğru itiyordu bir an önce içine almak için her sürtüşümde aletimi. Daha çok beklemeden aletimi içine yerleştirdim.Islak olmasına rağmane beklediğimden dardı. Adeta içi tamamen dolmuştu içine girmemle. Ayşenin gözleri tamamen kapanmış ve boynuma sıkı sıkı sarılmıştı. Ben içinde gidip gelmeye başalamıştım. Bacaklarının omzumda olması ve üzerine yüklenmem ile adeta ikiye katlanmış gibiydi ayşe. Artık herhangi bir kenidni tutma olmadan inliyor. Sanki iclal ile birbilerine aldıklaı zevki göstermek istercesine yüksek sesle inliyorlardı. İçinden çıkarak ayşeyi kanepenin arkasına bakar şekilde domaltıp arkasından içine tekrar girdim. Sert giriş çıkışlarım ile oluşan şaplama sesleri artık inlemeler gibi duyuluyordu. Kalçasını tutup baş parmağım ile arka deliğini okşuyordum içinde gidip gelirken. Ayşenin hiç şikayeti yoktu bu durumdan. Hafif hafif ıslattığım bağ parmağımı arkasına sokmaya başlamıştım. Ayşe aldığı zevkin tadını çıkartmak için kendini her girip çıkışımda bana doğru iterek daha fazla içine almak istiyordu. İyice yumuşamış arka deliğinden baş parmağımı çıkartıp içinden çıkardığım aletimi arkasına bastırmaya başlayınca acı ile çekilmeye başlamıştı ayşe. Orayı yapma diyordu ama durmak istemiyordum hafif hafif zorlayacak içine yavaş ça girmeyi başarmıştım. Ayşe yanıyor derken parmaklarımın kadınlığına ulaşması azda olsa tepkisini azaltmıştı. Hafif hafif gidip geliyordum içinde. Ayşe yavaş yavaş alışmaya başlamıştı. Boşalmamak için kendimi zor tutuyordum. Bir kaç sefer daha girip çıkmam ile boşalmaya başlamıştım. İçinden hafif dışarı çekip yukardan spermlerimi kalşasına arka deliğine akışını izledim. Kalçasındaki spermlerimi elimle yayarak yanına oturdum. Ayşe içindeki spermleri boşa akıtmamak ister gibi o şekilde beklemeye devam ediyordu. Uzanıp dudaklarıma teşekkür öpücüğü kondurdu. Bu geceden sona ayşe ile bir kaç kere daha görüştük onlarıda sonraki yazılarımda paylaşacağım.

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Türbanlı Annemle Seks Hikayemiz 3

Annemi düşlemekle geçen zaman içerisinde güzel bir fırsat elde ettim. Aslında bu fırsat benim için herşeyin de başlangıcı oldu arkadaşlar.

Mahallemizde yakından tanıdığımız bir komşumuzun oğlunun düğünü vardı. Düğüne davetliydik ve babam serseri postası diye tabir edilen gece 12 sabah 8 arasında çalışacağından dolayı düğüne annemle birlikte sadece ben gidecektim. Düğüne gidilmesine gidilecekti ama annemi bir yandan da düğünde ne giysem telaşı sarmıştı. Sardığı da iyi olmuştu hani. Daha önce de anlatmıştım annem bizim mahallenin en güzel giyinen ve şişman olmasına rağmen giydiklerine en çok titizlenen bayanıdır. Benim gözümden bakacak olursak zaten ne giyse yakışır benim anneme. Hele birde az dar olursa kocaman kalçalar ve kocaman göğüsler ortaya çıkarsa uffff harika olur.

Onun telaşlanmasının en büyük sebeplerinden birisi de elbette mali durum. Herşeye her an öyle para saçacak tiplerden de değil annem. Yani anlayacağınız titizliği sadece giyimine kuşamına değildir. Düzenli tertipli ve bilinçlidir çoğu şeyde, sağa sola boşa 1 tl de olsa para vermeyi sevmez.

Ben maaşımı alalı daha birkaç gün olmuştu. Anneme düğünde giyeceklerini ben hediye alayım diye düşündüm. “Anne yarın seni iş çıkışında alayım da bir çarşıya gidelim mi” “Çarşıda ne işimiz var oğlum” “Ne demek anne ne işimiz var. Cuma günü düğün var ve hala mahallenin en güzel kadını kendine bir şey almadı” “Aman oğlum boşver, almayalım bu seferde. Dolaba bakar giyerim ordan birşeyler” “Hayatta olmaz. Ben anneme bugün bir güzellik yapmak istedim. Annem o düğünün en güzel en dikkat çeken kadını olacak” “Hadi oradan deli oğlan söylediklerine bi bak. En dikkat çeken en güzel kadın. Ayol anneni sen ne görüyosun kleopatra mı” “Aman annem o dediğin kadın aşırı derece de çirkinmiş. O senin şu dirseğinin kenarından geçemez” anemin yüzü gülüyordu. Aslında planımda işliyordu kendi kendime. Allem edip kullem edip anneme düğün için istediğim şeyleri aldıracaktım hep. “iyi oğlum madem sen o kadar çok istiyorsun gidelim yarın madem” “Annem benim” diyerek yanına yanaştım ve belinden sıkıca kavramaya çalıştım. Kafamı da göğsüne gömdüm ve derin bir koku aldım. Ellerimi onu sever gibi sırtında dolaştırdım bir süre. Artık annem gerçekten anlayamadığım bir şekilde yaptığım bu elleme dokundurma sürtünme hareketlerine bir şey demiyordu.

Ertesi gün iş çıkışı doğruca annemin çalıştığı yere gidip onu aldım ve çarşıya indik. Mağazaları gezerken hafif siyaha kaçan koyu lacivert bir etek dikkatimi çekti. Annemi kolumla dürtüp “Anne bak bu nasıl sence” “Biraz genç işi gibi oğlum o” “Aman anne ne genci. Sence gençler şimdi onları giyer mi” “aslında güzel gibi” “hadi anne bir bakalım şuna” mağazada annem eteği denemek için kabine girdi. Çıktığında yutkunmakta bile zorlandım. Annem önümde şöyle bir nasıl olmuş diye dönünce kocaman kalçalarını saran etek yukarıdan dar aşağıya doğru da eteğin uç kısımlarında fırfırlı şekilde genişliyordu. Ama kalçalarını olduğu gibi ortaya çıkarması eteğin bence 100 de 100 alınması gerektiği fikrini oluşturdu. “Oğlum bu biraz garip gibi geldi bana” “Neden anne bence çok güzel oldu sana” “Oğlum etek güzelde sanki ne diyeyim üzerimde yok gibi hissettim” “Olur mu anneciğim bak ne kadar güzel işte” “Oğlum ince gibi bu sanki” o sıra da mağaza çalışanı eteği övüyordu yok efendim üstte likra varmışta güzel otururmuşta, sonra bilmem ne şu kadar pamuk şu kadar ipek vs vs anlattıkça benim bile başım dönmeye başladı. Beni ilgilendiren en güzel yanı annemin koca kalçalarını olduğu gibi göstermesiydi. Gerisi hikaye. “Anne bak kızcağız bil o kadar dil döktü bu eteğe alalım bunu, bu çok güzel oldu sana” “iyi iyi senin dediğin olsun bakalım. Alalım oğlum”. Annemi etek konusunda ikna ettikten sonra güzel bir bluz aradık. Mağaza çalışanı önü fırfırlı, hafif üzerinde siyah geçiş çizgileri olan bluz getirdi. Önden gömlek zannettiğim bluz gerçekten güzeldi ve annem çok fazla bluzu eleştirmeden hoşuna gitmiş olacak ki bu olsun dedi. “İşte bu birde altına siyah parlak rugan bir ayakkabı aldık mı senden güzeli yok gözümde annem” “ayakkabıyı ne yapacaksın oğlum” “olmaz illa ki olacak” “hatta senden istediğim tek bir şey daha var” “neymiş o” “anne şu inadından vazgeç şurdan bir tane de siyah külotlu çorap al. Bak çok harika olacak. Hem ne çıkar evde denersin beğenmezsen giymezsin olur biter” “illa da aldıracaksın bana o şeyi değil mi” “annem ya bak ne diyorum, inan seveceksin. Denemekten ne çıkar” “tamam bakalım alalım bir tane” mağaza çalışanı hemen bir tane de külotlu çorap verdi anneme. Ohhh en sonunda annemi istediğim şekilde giydirebilecektim. Bir de ayakkabıcıya uğrayıp ayakkabı alarak eve döndük.

Evde annem yiyecek bir şeyler hazırladı. Yemeğe otururken tezgah önünde annemi belinden kavrayarak sikimi yine götüne dayayıp yanağına bir öpücük kondurup “annem benim Cuma günü en güzel sen olacaksın” “hadi ordan. Cuma günü annem benim istediğim gibi giyinecek diye seviniyor olmayasın sen” artık saklayacak değildim. Annem yaptıklarıma ses çıkarmıyorsa söyleceklerime de ses çıkarmayacaktı. “Evet anne benim istediğim gibi giyinmene seviniyorum” “Hah şöyle doğruyu söyle” “Doğruyu her zaman söylüyorum ben. Sen tanıdığım en güzel kadınsın en…..” dedim kaldım. Annem dayanamadı tabi hemen atladı “neymiş o son en” “Boşver annem” dedim. “yok yok boşvermem” “kızma ama” “yok kızmam” “en seksi kadınsın işte” annemin yanağının al al olduğunu görebiliyordum. Ses çıkarmadı ama yüzünde öyle bir hal vardı ki kadınlık gururunu okşadığım belliydi. “Serseri oğlan. Anasına nelerde diyo şuna bak” “Aman anne ne varmış senden güzeli yok gözümde” “Ehhh bakalım güzel analı çocuk öyle olsun” dedi ve gülüşmelerle yemeğimizi yedik. Annem aslında sert mizaçlı da sayılır. Kolay kolay bu konularda konuşmalarıma izin verir diye düşünmezdim hiç, ama vardı birşeyler onun da benim de söyleyemediğimiz. Ahh birde bende son hamleleri kıvıracak cesaret olsa herşey tamamdı bu zamana kadar. Çoktan kollarıma almıştım hayatımın kadınını.

Annemle yemeği yedikten sonra salonda tv izlerken aklıma yine hinlik geldi. “Anne” Efendim oğlum” “Hadi aldıklarımızı bir denesene” “Boşver şimdi oğlum dizi izliyom” “Aman anne her gün aynı şeyler” “Ama sarıyor oğlum” “Anne nesi sarıyor. Millet komşusuna, yok baldızına yok arkadaşının karısına dalıp duruyor dizilerde. Kimin eli kimin cebinde belli değil ya” “Bak sen kızdın mı denemeyecem şimdi deyince” “Yok kızmadım da” “Eee ne bu kadar laf o zaman” “Onları üzerinde görmeyi çok istiyorum ondan” “Görürsün yarından sonra” “Tamam anne tamam. Yine tersin tuttu” bu sefer o bana sarıldı. Öyle bir sardı ki beni kafam tam göğüslerinin arasında kaldı. “Kıyamam ben sana kuzum” deyip odasına gitti. Geldiğinde gerçekten müthiş görünüyordu. Aldığımız bluzun ön tarafından fırfırlarından bile önde gözüken fırlamış memelerinin üst kısmı altında eteği tüm kalçalarını ortaya çıkarmış ve basenlerine kadar belli ediyordu. Şöyle önümde nasılım diye dönünce eteği hafif havalandı ve dizlerine kadar bembeyaz bacaklarını görünce nutkum tutuldu. “Şiişşşt sana diyorum oğlum nasıl olmuş” “Anne diyecek söz bulamadım harika” “Ama bir sorun var” “Ne anne” “Bu başörtüsü gitmez buna” “Anne bence şu alev kırmızı bi başörtün varya. Parlak ipek olan bunun üzerinde harika durur” “Öyle mi dersin” “Dene istersen” deyince odasına gitti yine. Geldiğinde işte bu dedim. Parlak kırmızı başörtüsü o kadar güzel gitmişti ki bluzun üzerinde harikaydı. Birde düğünde aynı bu şekilde arkasını yaka üzerine salar, ön kısmını yukardan dikleştirip sabitleyerek altını boğazına güzelce sarar gibi bağlarsa çok güzel olurdu. “İşte bu çok güzel oldun şimdi annem” “hımmm güzel oldu mu hakikatten” aradığım sözde tam buydu zaten. Ayağa kalkıp yanına gittim elimi beline sarıp ilk defa annemi ön cepheden böyle kucaklıyordum. İyice kendime dayadım onu. Annem hiç ses etmiyordu yine. Elim hafif kalçalarındaydı “Güzel bile az bir kelime sultanım, muhteşemsin” dedim. Annem gözlerime bakıyordu. Gözlerindeki parıltı hadi devam et der gibiydi ama işte devam etme cesareti yoktu bende. Ellerimi kalçalarında hafifçe gezdirip “Güzel annem benim” diyerek yanağına bir öpücük kondurdum. Ama çok isteğim ve annemden lise yıllarımdan sonra görmediğim bir hareket geldi. Annemde ellerini boynuma atarak bana sarıldı ve “Oğlum böyle muhteşem diyorsa öyledir” dedi. Keşke külotlu çorabı da giyseydi ve ben hemen söyledim zaten “şu giymem dediğin şeyi de giyseydin” “Aman oğlum giydirme bana onu” “Bak bi giy göreceksin çok güzel olduğunu” “Peki peki kurtuluş yok” dedi içeri gitti geri geldiğinde çorapları giymişti ve “Oğlum sanki yırtılacak gibi geliyor bu” “Hani anne gayet güzel bence, derli toplu tutar hem seni” “oğlum alttan değil yukarıdan yırtılacak gibi” “nasıl yani” “yahu söylettirme beni illa ki kıçımdan diyorum kıçımdan” gülmeye başladım annem öyle deyince. Hem annemin ağzından kolay kolay duyduğum sözlerde değildi bunlar.

Cuma gününe kadar annemin o giyinmiş halini düşünüp 31 çektim. Nihayet Cuma günü akşam olmuş düğüne gitmek için hazırlanıyorduk. Annem hazırlandığında o gün gözüme daha bir seksi geldi. Hafifte makyaj yapmıştı ve müthiş görünüyordu. Üzerine pardösüsünü de aldı ve çıktık yola. Araba da babam olmadığı için annem ön tarafa yanıma oturdu. Yolda vites değiştirme bahanesiyle bol bol da bacağını okşadım. Düğüne geldiğimizde eğlence yeni yeni başıyordu. Herkes dansa kalkınca bende anneme “hadi dans edelim anne” dedim “yok oğlum ne işim var dansta benim” “olur mu anne düğüne geldik hem bak pist ne kadar kalabalık kimse orda olduğumuzu bile farketmez hadi kalk dans edelim” annem az isteksizde olsa kalktı. Pistte orta bir yere kalabalığın içine karışıp annemi belinden tuttum ve dansa başladık. Dans ettikçe annemi kendime doğru biraz daha yaklaştırıyordum. Eteğin üzerinden hafif hafif kalçalarını okşamaya bile başlamıştım. O da farkındaydı yaptıklarımın bazen geri kaçar gibi yapıyor sonra ne bileyim bazen de sanki kendisini bana doğru o bastırıyordu. Yüzüne baktıkça kırmızı başörtüsüyle beyaz yüzü bana çok güzel gözüküyordu. “Anne bence şu an burdaki en güzel kadın sensin” dedim karşılık bile vermedi ama yüzündeki hafif gülümseme ve bana iyice sarılarak yakınlaşması herşeyi anlatıyordu. Dans bittiğinde kasap havası türünden müzikler başlayınca yerimize oturduk. Güzel bir eğlence gecesinden sonra düğünden ayrılarak eve döndük. Annem yolda “en son ne zaman dans ettim hatırlayamadım sağolasın oğlum güzel oldu” dedi. “annem yaaa. Daha önce söyleseydin evde ederdik ikimiz” dedim. “İlahi deli oğlum durduk yere dans mı edilir” “neden anne durduk yere şarkı türkü söyleniyor oynanıyor da dans mı edilmesin. Eve gidelim ilk işimiz dans etmek olacak” hiçbir şey demedi annem.

Eve gelip üzerimizdeki ceket ve pardösüleri çıkarıp salonda oturmaya başladık. Uydunun radyo kanallarını dolaşıp slow müzik çalan bir yer buldum. Annemi elinden tutup kaldırdım. Hiç itiraz etmedi. Nedense bugün herşey birbaşkaydı. Normalde bugün yorgunum, dans mı edilirmiş gibisinden bir sürü sebep uydururdu. Annemi yine belinden kavrayıp kendime doğru çektim. Düğün salonundan beri kalkık sikimi hissetmemesi mümkün değildi zaten. Göbeği bedenime değmesine rağmen sikimin kalkıklığının yumuşak sıcak bir yere temas etmesinden, sikiminde doğru yerde olduğunun göstergesiydi. Ama garip olan anneminde kendini sikime doğru bastırmasıydı. Annemin kalçasını resmen avuçladım o an irkildi ve yüzüme doğru baktı ama ben hiçbirşey yokmuş normal dans ediyormuşuz gibi davrandım annemde hiç bir şey demedi yine. Onu okşaya okşaya dansa devam ediyordum. Artık okşama ve dayamayı bile geçmiş resmen önden anneme kerkiniyordum. Annemse ses etmiyordu. Bu bir davetmiydi hala kafamda soru işaretleri vardı. En az 20 dakika böyle devam ettik. En sonunda annem son çalan müzik bitince durdu. Durdu durmasına ama hala bedenlerimiz birleşik birbirimizi belimizden sarmış vaziyeteydik. Öylece durduk biraz. Sonra anneme doğru baktım yüzünde manasız bir tebessüm vardı. Kıpkırmızı başörtüsü beyaz yüzünde hafif yanaklarına sürülmüş allıkla öyle bir güzel göründü ki gözüme hafifçe eğilip yanağından öpüyor gibi yaparak dudağına bir öpücük kondurdum. Sonra öbür elimi de beline sarıp “işte benim güzel annem” dedim. “yakışıklı oğlum benim diyerek annem bir hamle yaptı ve beni yanağımdan öptü. Öptü ama bu öpüş öbürlerine göre daha bir farklıydı çünkü o da benim gibi yanağımdan öper gibi yapıp dudağımın kenarından öpmüştü. Ellerimle resmen kocaman kalçalarını avuçladım. Hani hissetmez anlamaz diyecem ama önden amına dayamışsın kendine iyice çekmişsin, arkadan da bol bol okşuyorsun. Bunu anlamaması mümkün değildi bence. Ayakta öylece annemi bir süre resmen okşadım. Sonra annem geri çekildi. Bu benim için kırmızı hat demekti. “yoruldum oturalım oğlum, ayaklarım fena oldu” “tamam anne istersen masaj da yapabilirim” “çok iyi olur valla. Dur uzanayım kanepeye de yap bari oğlum” annem kanepeye uzandı külotlu çorabının üzerinden bacaklarına masaj yapmaya başladım. okşadıkça yukarıya doğru hareket ediyordum. Eteğinin altından soktuğum elim kalçlarına kadar uzanıyordu. En son o basenli baldırlarını okşarken annemin dudaklarını ısırdığını gördüm. Cesaretimi arttırıp elimi kalçalarına çıkardım. Kalçalarını da masaja dahil ettim. Artık annemin alt kısmını baştan başa okşuyordum. Okşadıkça da çıldıracak gibi oluyordum. Elim bacağından kalçasına kadar geziniyordu. Artık iyice yukarılara yoğunlamış elim sadece kalçalarında dolaşıyordu. Külotlu çorap üzerinde elim kayıyor gibiydi zaten. En son öyle bir hareket yaptım ki cevabını da denk aldım sanırım. Elimi annemin bacak arasına doğru götürdüğümde annem bacaklarını biraz daha araladı. Baldırlarının iç kısmını masaj yapıyor bahanesiyle artık amcığının kenarlarını okşuyordum. Bir ara annemin amının sağ dudağını eliml hafif sıktığımda “ımmmhhhhh” sesi duydum bariz şekilde. Bu ses zevk sesiydi dur değildi yapma değildi. Sonra elimi tamamen amcığına koydum. Amcığını biraz okşadığımda külotlu çoraba kadar ıslaklığın geldiğini farkettim. Annem resmen istiyor gibiydi. Elimle annemi okşarken eteğini tamamen yukarı kaldırdım. Bacaklarından kıçına kadar herşey gözümün önündeydi. Artık masaj yerine okşama hareketleri almıştı yerini. Önümde yatan da bende biliyorduk ne olduğunu. Annemin baldırını bacağını kalçalarını hoyratça okşadım. Ara sıra ben okşarken inliyordu. Bir saate kadar devam ettim onu okşamaya. Sonra birden kanepede doğrulup “yeter bu kadar iyi geldi” diyerek ayağa kalktı. Hızlı adımlarla “ben yatıyorum artık” dedi ve odasına kapandı.
Ne olmuştu şimdi. Her şey çok güzel gidiyordu. Birden ne oldu da odasına gitmişti. Sikim demir gibiydi. Önce gittim lavaboda 31 çektim. Sonra odama geçtim. Bir süre öyle ne oldu da kalkıp gitti diye düşündüm. Ama sebep yoktu. Hatta inlemeleri onun da zevk aldığını gösteriyordu. İyice kendimi doldurdum. Ne olacaksa bu gece olacaktı. İster gönüllü ister gönülsüz olsun. Annem bu gece benim olacaktı.

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Lisa woke up with a crushing headache the next morning. Actually, it was closer to afternoon. Jenna sat in a chair next to her bed smiling as Lisa scrunched her forehead, trying to open her eyes beyond the pain in the back of her head. Aside from the strong, throbbing pain in her head, Lisa felt some discomfort from her pussy and her ass, which brought on a strong search for memories of what she did last night. There were none. She remembered leaving the room, showing up at the party, little bits and pieces, a few faces, but it was all disjointed, full of holes.

Jenna helped her, as she struggled to sit up, placing two pills in her left hand and a glass of water in her right. Without asking, she placed the pills in her mouth and chased them down with the entire glass of water. “You got a little wasted last night.” Jenna grinned. “I should have cut you off sooner. Sorry.” She smiled, knowing the pain that Lisa was feeling all too well. Well, the pain in her head anyway. “Want some more water?” Jenna offered, taking the empty glass and walking to the bathroom.

“Please.” Lisa answered, wishing the pills would take a quicker effect on her pounding head.

Jenna returned with a full glass of water and handed it to Lisa, who quickly gulped it down. “Why don’t you take a shower?” Jenna offered, helping Lisa to her feet. “The water usually feels good.”

Lisa struggled to her feet and walked into the bathroom, where Jenna followed her. She was about to undress when she noticed that Jenna was in the bathroom with her, pulling the door closed behind her. Lisa looked at her, as if to politely ask her to leave, but Jenna didn’t take the hint as she went about turning on the shower and checking the temperature. “Okay.” Lisa initiated a dialog to encourage her to leave. “Thank you, but I’ll be okay from here.”

Jenna smiled, “Oh, you are shy? Okay, I’ll leave.” Jenna opened the door and walked out. She had apparently already showered and was wearing a knee length skirt and white blouse, hose and short heels. Lisa pulled the top up and over her head, throwing it to the floor, then sat down and removed her shoes and stockings. Then she felt a sudden urge and lifted the toilet seat, pulling down the skirt and thong around her knees.

She felt a strong necessity, nearly painful and was poised to release her bladder and her bowels at the same time, when the door from the other dorm room swung open. Lisa gasped and clamped down on her bladder and her sphincter to hold back the release. “Oops!” The girl holding the door open said in surprise. Behind the girl at the door were three other girls, all standing in the center of the room and looking inside at Lisa, sitting topless on the toilet.

Lisa hugged her arms around her chest and slammed her thighs together as the girl continued to hold the door open. “Hi!” The girl offered her hand and Lisa politely returned the handshake, barely covering her breasts with the remaining hand and arm. “My name is Julie. I guess we are like bathroom mates.” Lisa blushed bright red, beyond the embarrassment of sitting here topless, she had to release really bad and it was getting painful to hold it back.

“I’m Lisa.” She managed to return as Julie continued to hold her hand in a firm shake, which jostled Lisa’s breasts.

“This is my roommate, Kelly.” Julie offered and Kelly came up to shake her hand. The other girls seemed to be giggling as Kelly firmly shook Lisa’s hand, causing her boobs to bounce in and out of view from her arm. Meanwhile the pressure was building and she could feel her muscles struggling to hold back the dual necessities.

“And these are our friends,” Julie continued, holding back a chuckle as she noticed Lisa’s obvious discomfort. “Marcy and Joan.” Now they too came up and shook Lisa’s hand firmly. Lisa grunted with the pressure of holding back. Julie winked secretly to Kelly as Marcy and Joan met Lisa. “Well, we agree with the open door policy, so thank you for being so open.”

Lisa was not encouraging an open door policy. In fact she was wishing that they would all leave so she could finish her business and her shower. But now Julie entered the bathroom, as did Kelly. They began looking in the mirror, touching up their hair and their make up. Meanwhile, Lisa was biting her lip trying to hold back, her face a deeper and deeper red as she strained on the toilet seat. “Don’t mind us.” Julie giggled to the side as she said it. “We will just be a minute.”

Julie and Kelly were thinking to themselves that this would be a very important lesson to Lisa to never again sit down without checking both doors first. Lisa groaned beneath her voice and couldn’t stop it any longer. The first splash of urine sounded so loud to her that she flushed even brighter. Once that happened, the floodgate opened and she released her bladder in a long and loud stream. Julie and Kelly giggled, knowing how embarrassing that must have been for Lisa.

“Well,” Kelly began to turn to the door, thinking the show and humiliation over. But just then, Julie noticed that Lisa bodrum bayan eskort was still tightening her face. She had to poop too! Julie giggled and grabbed Kelly’s hand. The door remained open, as Lisa held her arms over her breasts. “Why don’t you jump in the shower Lisa?” Julie offered. “I have to use the toilet. If you don’t mind.”

Kelly caught on quickly. “Yeah, its just us girls. Go on. Julie and I like to talk in the bathroom.”

Lisa was in agony. “Actually,” she managed to speak, “I’m not quite done. Would you two mind terribly waiting outside?”

Julie had to admit, she was polite. Julie would have screamed at Lisa if the roles were reversed. “What do you mean?” Julie teased. “I heard you pee, it sounds like you stopped though that was a very long pee.”

Lisa was so uncomfortable she wanted to die. She was going to have to tell these four girls that she had to take a shit. “I…” Lisa stammered, “I have to do something else.” She couldn’t believe this situation.

“Like what?” Julie asked, playing the ‘dizzy blonde’.

“I have to move my bowels.” Lisa nearly grunted as she said it. “Please.” She pleaded.

“Oh!” Julie said. Kelly was turned towards Julie, shaking in laughter, trying hard to put on a straight face before turning around. “Okay, we should go then!” Kelly and Julie slowly made their way to the door and pulled it shut.

Lisa gritted her teeth over the laughter on the other side of the door, but groaned aloud as she released the pressure with a loud splash into the toilet. She flushed and stood, locked both doors and took her much-needed shower.

As she showered, Lisa continued to ponder the ache in her pussy and ass, the familiar ache of being fucked a long time, but she couldn’t remember doing any such things. She also couldn’t remember not doing them. She would ask Jenna later. As she opened the shower curtain, she suddenly realized that she didn’t have a towel. She came out, dripping onto the floor mat, and frantically opened the linen closet to find nothing but toiletries. “Damn!” she cursed herself for not thinking that far ahead.

She knocked at the door to her room, but received no response. She knocked harder and called out to Jenna, but there was no response. ‘She must have left the room for something.’ Lisa thought, finally opening the door. She looked around for a towel, hoping that Jenna had laid one on her bed. No such luck as she looked around the room to try to determine where Jenna would keep her towels. Then something caught her eye. The door to their room was wide opened and a guy was standing there and summoning his buddies.

Lisa jumped back into the bathroom, behind the door, peeking around. “Please go away and shut the door.” She said to the guy, who now had two buddies next to him.

“No way.” The guy smiled at her. “But if you don’t hurry up, we will get some more people to watch the show.” He offered.

“Please!” She half-yelled at him. But the man and his friends refused to move and another guy joined them in the hallway. Lisa looked around frantically for something to cover herself with. There were only the clothes that she had been wearing, but they were dirty and she was clean. Reluctantly, she pulled the door closed and slipped the skirt and top over her wet skin. The top, she would have noticed, had the mirror not been covered in steam, was nearly transparent from the wetness and the skirt quickly soaked up the wetness from her ass and pelvis and clung to her like a second skin.

Lisa came out in the dirty clothes, still wet from head to toe and stomped towards the door, angry with the peepers. They laughed and pointed and cheered, and finally closed the door and ran down the hall as Lisa stomped out after them, yelling “Perverts!” as she gave up chase and headed back to her room. She turned the doorknob and found, to her dismay that it was locked from the inside.

She tried jiggling it again, but it was still locked. “Damn!” she said aloud. The hallway filled with laughter as the guys continued to stare at her wet body. She scowled at them, flashing not only her angry eyes, but also her hardened nipples as they pressed against the tight, wet material of the top she was wearing. She turned, finally remembering the shared bathroom and went to her neighbors to knock on the door.

Julie answered, laughing to her roommates as Lisa nearly pushed into her room. “I locked myself out.” Lisa explained, “Can I please go through your door to my room?”

Julie laughed aloud, causing Lisa to blush, a normal pastime already and she hadn’t been here twenty-four hours yet. She slowly pulled the door opening, letting the guys enjoy the view as long as possible. Lisa jumped forward when she felt a hand slap her wet ass through the skirt.

“Thank you.” Lisa said above the girls’ giggling. “I can’t believe I did that.”

“Don’t worry.” Julie offered. “I’ve done it before myself in only a towel.” She stepped aside, letting Lisa walk to the bathroom door. Lisa grasped the handle and yalıkavak escort turned, ready to jump into her bed and climb under the covers and hide for the rest of the day. Locked.

“Damn!” Lisa cursed again. She hadn’t unlocked the bathroom door before leaving into her room.

Lisa and the other girls broke out laughing again. “Oh no! You didn’t leave it locked did you?” Julie asked.

“Shit!” Kelly added, causing the girls to burst into a loud spree of laughter.

Lisa just stood there, and leaned her head into the door. She let the laughter die down before turning to her bath-roommates. “You wouldn’t know where Jenna went would you?” she asked.

“I think she is at the cafeteria by now.” Julie offered.

“I don’t suppose one of you would get her while I wait here would you?” Lisa asked the group.

“Well,” Julie led the response, waving her hand behind her back at the others to play along. She had a key to the door, but refused to relinquish such a rare opportunity to torment a freshman. “Actually, we have to go register for classes.” Julie knew they had all registered by mail months ago, but made the excuse for not helping their new ‘friend’.

“I completely forgot!” Lisa exclaimed. “I have to register for classes too!”

“You mean you haven’t registered for anything yet?” Lisa asked, as the other girls fell into hysterics. There would be little to nothing left for her to pick from now, all the good classes and good teachers would be taken by this time.

“Maybe we can help.” Kelly offered, thinking of all the worst classes they could sign Lisa up for. There were classes full of football players or dweebs or African-American studies, what a hoot that would be, Lisa being the only white girl in the class. It was great to be at such a diverse University!

It seemed the other girls were thinking along the same lines. “Sure!” Julie smiled, “You can come along with us.” She winked at the other girls.

“Thanks!” Lisa said, happy to be meeting more friendly and helpful people in her next-door neighbors. She smiled, and then looked down at her outfit. “You wouldn’t have a towel or something to change into. I promise, I’ll clean it when I am done, it is just, well, I wore these last night and I am drenched.” Actually, her skin was dry from evaporation, but her hair was a mess and the clothes she wore were still wet.

“Gee Lisa.” Julie said apologetically, “we just put our towels in the wash.” She lied. “What size do you wear?” she asked.

“A size 6.” Lisa stated, nearly questioning in hopes that they had something in her size, though from the looks of the four women, they looked closer to the 2-4 range. Damn her mother for passing on these wide hips and big boobs, she thought.

Her thoughts were quickly answered in kind. “I don’t even have a clean pair of sweats you could wear.” Julie lied again. Kelly grabbed her arm and whispered into Julie’s ear.

“True.” Julie answered the whisper, and then turned to Lisa. “We could buy a sweatshirt at the school store. Some shorts too. Do you have any money on you?” Julie asked, knowing the answer before she asked the question.

“No.” Lisa shyly answered and struggled to ask the next question. “I could pay you back. I swear. The money is right in my suit…” she trailed off, remembering the stolen luggage. “Well, I do have some money in my room. It should be enough to buy something.”

“I’ll tell you what.” Julie answered. “It is well after 12:00 already and classes are being picked through by all the freshmen. Why don’t we all go register for one or two classes before going to the store? Then I’ll spot you the money for the clothes and we can finish. There are a couple of classes between here and the store that I want to register for.” Lisa frowned at the prospect of walking the campus in her current dress and condition. But quickly saw no alternative. “Let me check on my roommate again before we go to see if she is back.”

“Sure.” Julie encouraged, “Let’s get going though, because classes are going to disappear quick.” She knew that Jenna would be gone all afternoon. She had told Julie that she was heading out shopping for the afternoon and even asked her to look in on Lisa if she had a chance.

The ogling college boys were still in the hall, waiting to see Lisa again. Julie encouraged Lisa to keep knocking, letting the boys have their long stairs at her while she waited for the answer that would never come. Finally, they encouraged Lisa to move on and they all left together to sign up.

It was a warm, sunny day. Lisa enjoyed the feeling of the hot sun as it immediately began to warm and dry the skirt and top she was wearing, not to mention her hair. Her hair was a mess; she hadn’t the opportunity for even a hint of hairspray. What she didn’t notice, was that as the sun dried out the “Dry Clean Only” top and skirt, they began to shrink, the fabrics tightening slowly around her body.

The four friends from next door, however, took notice almost instantly mumcular escort and pointed and giggled to each other in whispers as they five strolled across campus. Lisa had pulled the clothes on quickly in her anger and where the skirt was originally sticking to her waist, higher than last night, leaving only a scant inch and a half of material below her ass; it was now shrinking on both sides. The top of the skirt now clung to her hips, stretching as it dried to become even more see-through than the previous night.

The tightness of the skirt on her hips and ass left no question that she was without underwear. The bottom, meanwhile, was so high that the hem was catching between the bottom of her ass cheek and her thigh, exposing her pussy mound from behind. In front, the material was similarly catching up with each step and flashed quick views of her bush and mound from the front. Lisa felt the draft and pulled down on the skirt; much to the disappointment of the girls and the men they passed on the way to the first building on their list.

Unfortunately, this left the skirt dangerously hanging to the sides of Lisa’s hips and the slightest tug would cause the material to pull down. In fact, as the material was still damp, it promised to shrink even more. The very top of Lisa’s ass was shown from behind. She realized this, but felt it much more important that her ass be covered below as she continued to walk, barefoot through the grass.

On the upper half of her body, the material was not shrinking as much, being a thicker weight. However, it was originally too small for Lisa’s breasts and now barely covered her nipples, as Lisa continuously pulled the material up to compensate for the gravitational pull down and the jostling of her breasts. The material was going to take longer to dry out however, because of the saturation of the thicker fabric. Her nipples were prominently on display, only barely concealed by the white fabric of the top.

She was noticed the entire way across campus, however the girls tried to keep her distracted with small talk and began building up the classes they intended to sign her into. While they walked, the four friends took turns whispering from behind, two of them a few steps back, the other two at Lisa’s sides, captivating her in conversation. By the time they arrived at the Mathematics building, they had devised a plan where each of them would get one class to sign Lisa into and if she were up for more, Julie would get the rest, since it was all her idea.

It wasn’t as easy as just signing her up of course. They had to convince her, which the four girls decided that the one of them with the unanimously decided best reason would get dinner paid for by the other three. They selected their classes during the walk, and the time came for Joan to start her convincing story since the class in this building was her choice.

The class was basically high school math for the slower kids in college. It was mostly jocks and jerks in the class. The kind that either never paid attention in high school or got a free pass for being in sports. There were rarely any women in the class, and most of them would transfer out within a week. The class was notoriously rowdy and the professor was notoriously weak, honing the class work around the jocks and maximizing the passing percentages.

“How were you in math class Lisa?” Joan began, as the other girls giggled. They all remained quiet however, to hear Joan’s pitch so they could grade her.

“I was never really strong in Algebra or Calculus, but I guess I did okay.” The response that Lisa had taken Calculus surprised the group of girls. They had pegged Lisa to be on the low end of the learning curve.

“Well, you have got to get Mr. Sines for your Freshman Math. He is a really good teacher.” Joan offered her recommendation. The girls were all biting back laughter at each lie that followed. Lisa listened intently, happy to take the advice of her new friends. After all, they had some experience on campus and could lead her in the right directions.

“He is kind of cute.” Joan continued, as Kelly couldn’t hold back a laugh. “And will really help you from the basics.”

“Well, I was going to take Miss Madison’s Calculus I.” Lisa advised. “I am going to need Calculus towards my major. I think.” She added the last two words as if in doubt. This was just the opening Joan was hoping for.

“What are you thinking of majoring in?” Joan asked, formulating her coercions as she awaited Lisa’s response.

“I was thinking of majoring in Business Management and Computer Science.” Lisa answered, again surprising the girls. “I learned a great deal about computers in high school and I enjoyed it. But, I want to do my own business and not work for someone else.” She shivered as she remembered what she had to do to learn about computers. The memory of the computer geeks of the school making her type naked so they could learn anatomy while she learned computers always caused her to shake the picture from her head.

“Well, this would be the perfect introduction.” Joan lied through her teeth. “This class is like an introduction to business and computer mathematics. It goes through all the basics again so that you can see them from the computer programmer’s eyes. Trust me, my friend is a Computer Science major and she swears by this class.”

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Julie is absolutely stunning, sexy, had this beautiful caring personality and an incredible smile. She is my pretty Asian lady of Vietnamese descent. I meet her at university when we were doing law together. When I first lay my eyes on this beauty, she was already in a long term relationship. To my “lucky benefit” that ended and immediately I repeatedly asked her out for dates. It was only a few weeks after her relationship ended that we began dating. I remember that eager desire and subsequent enduring chase. Yes she was very desirable, maybe she was just on that imaginary rebound. I pursuit her to put it mildly. The attraction was pure and simple, I wanted this beautiful lady. I didn’t want another eager male take my place. But as I discovered later she had her fair share of “offers” after she become single, and even when the word got out the relationship was rocky, guys already were asking her out, so she happily tells me with a grin.

As I got to know this beautiful lady, I realised the common “interest” we had. And it wasn’t all things law. Sexually speaking she is one surprisingly hot lady in bed, despite her quiet demeanour. Like myself, she is open to some spicy sexual encounters. Early in our relationship, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her soft slender fingers. I remember on our first date, being constantly distracted by her hands. The thought of her masturbating a guy with those soft hands, gave me a constant nights of self tossing. And that very pretty face..oh yeah what more can I say. More than stunning close up, she knew she had a hold on men and she played it to the full.

Yeah it was “difficult” having such hot looking lady by your side. Every guy seems to be eyeing her. For the weaker souls, it would make some of us become jealous all too easily. Actually it turns me on when I see her talking to other men. I like to tease her later and you know what, she loves the attention and that subsequent dirty talk later. which I really enjoy. This has become a basis of our sexual relationship. It was pretty much like this.

“I bet you liked him, yeah? I can see he would love to eat your pussy, yeah? Fuck you hard? yeah.” And she would blush innocently. I just loved it.

And she was good at returning the favour. “Bet you would hate it if I touched him, eh? Play with his big cock and jerk him off real good, yeah?” She teased back.

And of course I would love to see that and often I would tease her about it and actually encourage her.

It all started like this. I was searching for a camera for the car, you know the one that records the traffic in front of you when I discovered a model that can take reverse videos, it had both rear and front cameras. God knows why but it made me come up with a naughty idea. The camera once it records for a few seconds would shut off the monitor but remains recording. This was so, even with the rear camera. At that time, Julie and I had just started dating. In fact we had only been to two dates. Being a young horny male, I did try to kiss her on that second date and did not have success with her. Quite frankly she just brushed me aside, saying “I don’t play around on first and second dates.” But guess what, it meant our next date was going to be unforgettable, I thought for a few seconds with a smirk. But you know what, that’s nice that she is like that but there again, a lot of girls like to get to know someone much longer in case he is just playing around with her. I think she trusts me that I like her enough not to add her as a “notch on my belt” She has seen me beg for a date early on and knows I am genuinely interested in her and she is about to find out that she and I have some “common interest.”

Boy was I looking forward to having that third date with her. She even teased me about having that first kiss. Truthfully I believe she is playing hard to get. I think she is really hot behind that charming personality.

“You name the place. We will see what happens.” She teased.

That’s when that naughty thought came up. I would love to make out with her in the back seat of my SUV. And I want to quietly record that special moment on film. Julie seems keen to play the tease, but I am not sure she would approve of this, nonetheless I won’t tell her.

Then that day came. Julie promised me “I won’t be disappointed with today date.” But then she has “promised” other things before and they didn’t eventual. However my constant flirtation with her, may have put some pressure on her as she responded by teasing me back. So by being suggestive to her in a flirtatious way, I reckon its got her excited.

Now I am getting away with lightly patting her on the lara escort ass and she was enjoying the physical attention.

“So where are you taking me today?” She flirted suggestively.

“Maybe after something light, I want to show you my backseat upholstery…eh..I think you will find it nice and comfortable.” I smirked.

And she bites her lower lip, before responding. “I know what you like you naughty boy.”

The constant teasing was giving me regular hard on and I can feel pre-cum oozing after every flirtatious episode.

Now we decided to have a romantic late picnic at a local park, as our third date. A glass of bubbly each and she was a lot more merry. Then as time went past, it was obvious to me she need some tender loving care. But I was the one really needing that and she very much knew that as her fingers traced seductively along my forearm as we stared into each other’s eyes. It was the moment of truth. She was more experienced in the art of seduction than myself having had a number of boyfriends in her past. And I was very eager to experience her rawness, as she had just finished a long-term relationship before dating me.

It didn’t take long for me to clear the picnic and my car was close by. I throbbed uncontrollably as I held her hand back to the car. When I was there I made a point of switching the car on first to start my secret recording while she placed everything at the back. It was still dusk, not quite night and my trusted cam can record in night mode. We looked around and only a couple of other vehicles were in the large car park, so we enter the rear doors. It was one of the most arousing moments of my life, knowing that I will be about to be spending some incredible time with her. She had already suggested I came up with something daring for the date and I had already told her my idea which she accepted with little hesitation. And there was lust in her pretty eyes as she thought for a second and started blushing.

“Oh yeah, you naughty boy, I know what you want.” She kept telling me.

And that was exactly what she said as we sat close together on the back seat. I placed my right arm over her shoulder, bringing her closer. Her distinctive perfume became even more intoxicating and now I am felt fully erect. I bury my face into her hair and take a deep inhale of her fragrant shampoo. Her closeness and warmth was extremely arousing, then she began the hot teases as she ran her fingers along my right thigh.

“Oh yeahhh, you like this…..you look very hard. Am I turning you on?” As she bit her lower lip with that incredible smile.

I was completely surprised by her teasing. She has clearly done this many times before. I close my eyes and imagined her going crazy on me with her hand. I felt the dampness of pre-cum in my shorts as I became overwhelmed with lust.

“Do want to kiss me now?” As she snuggled closer and placing her right leg over mine and staring at me, while massaging my chest through my t-shirt.

Absolutely I wanted to….badly. My heart “pounded out of my chest” and I can even tell her was the same. I guess we were both nervous but certainly I was extremely excited. And her breathing was long and deep as she let herself go.

I brush her black wavy hair from her face and kiss her. It sent incredible sparks throughout my whole being as we locked lips. My tongue wrestled hers and I am constantly teased by the sexy perfume she was wearing. Her right hand moves to between my open thighs and lightly touches the large lump in my shorts. Unconsciously I slowly pump my pelvis up as she lightly massaged me. I was in heaven. I imagined now how her ex boyfriends felt. She was driving me crazy. I really wanted to experience how she masturbates a guy. Her experienced technique and I am about to find out. The thought arouses me to no end. I hold her face and passionately kiss her even more aggressively now as the lust takes over.

“Easy, tiger!” She squeals.

Then the incredible sound of her moans fills the void in the back seat. It combines erotically with her hot deep breathing. It was highly arousing to hear. She begins to grip me and running the length of me through my pants. I am overwhelmed and feel dampness accumulating beneath. I know Julie senses my need. I lie back letting her take over.

“You naughty boy.” She teased. “You’re so big and hard. I know what you want….you want me to finish you with my hand…yeah.”

It was just what I wanted to hear. Then she begins squeezing my testicles. Oh god I wanted to know what she’s like. And she does not disappoint starting with licking serik escort my neck and ears gently then inserting her hand beneath my t shirt and massaging my chest and nipples. And sounds of her excited breathing and quiet moans was a recipe for a amazing beginning to her sexual act. I close my eyes to enjoy.

Then she takes off her top, allowing me to see her white lacy bra.

I grab at her breast but was pushed away when I tried to insert my hand under the strap. But she allowed me to gently squeeze her breast. I bury my face into her chest. The sexy scent was insatiable. Her skin creamy white was incredibly soft and warm. I take a deep breath and groaned in pleasure. Then she pushes me away and begins passionately kissing me. Then the dirty tease began. Her hand once again running up and down my stiff shaft.

“How do you like it? slow or fast? She asked casually, her face blushing at her own question.

I swallowed hard. Holy sh.t! …..”How do you like to do it?” I teased back.

“You naughty boy!…..hmmmmm….oh god I feel so dirty……I feel a little guilty…..it hasn’t been very long since…you know.” She blushes. “But I want to make you feel really good now.”

I swallowed hard again….”oh yeahh….oh yeah.” I groaned with extreme arousal.

In that moment she stares into my eyes and I feel her right hand start to undo the belt to my shorts. A incredible lustful smirk appears on her face after that brief emotional moment.

“You’re going to really like this.” She continued teasing with that lustful smirk.

I quickly pull my shorts off exposing the large solid bulge in my underwear now damp at the top with my pre-cum. She immediately grabs at the shaft rubbing slowly. I haven’t cum for a few days, so the intensity was really incredible. I felt an immediate obsession for her. I wanted her.

She returns to further lick my neck and playing with my nipples. She was playing it slowly intensifying my desperation and extending my imagination. And her quiet moans becoming increasingly hot.

“You like that?” She teased.

“Oh yeahhh.” I replied closing my eyes and realising the whole moment is being recorded. It only serves one purpose, to intensify my excitement.

“Take your t shirt off.” She suggested biting her lower lip.

Then her right hand returns to the throbbing organ and finally Julie pulls my undies down, exposing my stiff member which suddenly comes out swinging, pre-cum dripping down its length.

She gasped. “Oh god, I can believe I going to give you a handjob…. so soon. I feel so dirty, God, I feel so turned on.”

She grips me firmly and pulls the foreskin slowly down. “Oh yeahhh, hmmm.” She moaned.

Pre-cum oozed out as she starts pumping slowly. Oh my god. I was completely overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Ohhh yeahhh, feel so good, eh?” She continues teasing.

Then she grips my testicles, giving them a good massage. It elicits a groan of excitement from me. I start pumping my pelvis up and down slowly. It elicits a quiet giggle from her blushing face.

“I think I know what you want.” As she returns to gripping the stiff shaft.

“Oh god, I want to know what you are like.” As I returned the tease.

She takes deep breath and blushes red. “You’re naughty….so disgusting.”

Then she stares into my eyes and brings her right to her mouth and licking her palm slowly then apply her saliva over the swollen head and begins a twisting motion combined with slowly pumping up and down the length. My pupils dilate in excruciating pleasure at the sensation. It elicits an intense smirk from her blushing face, as I stared at her.

“You like how I lick my hand yeah? turns you on?” She deliberately teased.

Then she picks up the pace as she continues licking her hand and twisting firmly up and down. Then alternating with fast jerks between.

“Yeahh, you like how I masturbate you…want to know how I masturbate a guy?” She smirked.

I closed my eyes and muttered in the spirit of the moment. “Oh god Julie I have always fantasied how you are….how you masturbated him…..your technique yes.” Then suddenly I realized what I said and turn bright red in embarrassment.

She also blushes and responded with. “Hmmmm……., you naughty boy.” Then immediately picks up the pace, pumping faster between twisting the whole penis. She licks her lips, as her breathing also picks up a notch as she starts to really get into it. She becomes very intense and enthusiastic. The erotic sound of her jerking begins to be heard and she moans more in excitement.

I antalya escort grab her face to kiss her passionately as I feel that urge coming. She senses my orgasm approaching.

“Ohhh yeahhh….Ohhh yeahh.” She moaned.

Then she bends down and spits twice on swollen head and shaft. The saliva runs down my stiff shaft before she twists rapidly, sending me squirming in pleasure. Oh my god she is so nasty. Oh god I am finally experiencing how she is.

“I am going to finish you now!” She announced casually with a hot smirk.

Unconsciously I slipped my right hand down the back of her shorts then beneath her underwear and insert my fingers into her anus. The moisture and sensation engulfs my fingers, enhancing my pleasure. She squeals in delight but does not stop me. So I slowly rubbed and fingered her.

“Ohhh yeahhh, you naughty boy.” She moaned.

I pump my pelvis up and down more quickly now, overwhelmed by the pleasure she was giving me. My left leg flexes slowly eliciting a quiet giggle from her as she seems me lose control.

In an instant, her right hand masturbated me incredibly into a frenzied blur. I don’t how she does it but she was able to stroke at an extraordinarily fast pace causing her hand to look like it was in slow motion. I have never been masturbated as furiously as this before. Julie had an incredible usually fast technique. Her intensity and enthusiasm becomes evident as she moaned in excitement. The highly erotic sound of her fast furious jerking fills the cabin of my car. I explode in seconds. It was literally mind blowing. I exploded like never before, spraying warm cum in all directions. Julie squeals enthusiastically, as she almost loses control of the wet slimy shaft. A hot look appears on her pretty face as she continued jerking fast. Thick white streaks of cum appears on the stiff shaft. I grab her hand to to slow her but she immediately pushes me away. Her intensity was incredible. When she finally slowed she was almost breathless and her pretty face flushed red.

Then in an amazing moment of intimacy, Julie begins licking up and down my stiff shaft, cleaning the thick cum up still oozing out, before playfully playing with the pool of warm cum on my belly then licking it slowly up directly from my belly and chest.

My god this lady is so sensual and I already feel I know her well and even if its our third date, I can fall easily for her. Despite the brief intimate moment, she began slowly stroking the still hard penis of mine.

“I bet I could make you cum again.” She suddenly announced with a hot grin. “I think you’re going to like it, you guys are all the same, just can’t resist being masturbated by a beautiful woman.”

Then she picks up the pace again before opening her mouth to dribble a large drop of her saliva before twisting rapidly up and down. Oh my god as I again closed my eyes to enjoy that incredible masturbatory technique. The initial sensitivity gives way to that incredible feeling as Julie deliberately pumped me rapidly up and down between rapidly twisting the swollen head. Again her breathing becomes deep and rapid and that intensity and enthusiasm returns in a vengeance. She moans in excitement, overwhelmed by her own actions. Again she spits twice on swollen head and shaft. Then her right hand rapidly becomes a frenzied blur. Like before she had this distinctive ability, allowing her to jerk me extremely fast. I go crazy pumping my pelvis up and down steadily to meet her hand, then explode in an incredible short time. The intensity once again amazing as she squeals in enthusiastic delight.

“Oh yeah, feel so good….I just love finishing a guy off like this. She teased just one more time.

Then she stops and gives herself a cool down with a wave of her hand. Her face blushing with embarrassment. “Oh god I feel so hot. I can’t believe I finish you like that.”

This time she wipes me down with tissues. A hot smile appears on her pretty face. She bites her lower lip. “Did you enjoy that?”

“Oh yeah…you were amazing.” I uttered in excited disbelief, as I pull my hand up from her pants.

In that moment suddenly someone or something bumps into my car. We look up surprised and with a slight panic. Then someone walks pass carrying a bag. We looked at each other with embarrassed smiles…

“That was close.” I laughed.

“Oh yeah…hmmm..its quite exciting being here…maybe he knows we are having some fun?” She blushes, then hugs me close.

It was at this moment that I wanted to experience my fantasies with this sexy lady. Imagine watching Julie in action with a stranger….right here…already I can feel myself getting hard, as I contemplated the thought. Then I realised the cam was still running. Oh my god I can’t wait to watch it in replay.

“Let’s go, I have an idea you may enjoy, Julie darling.” I smiled, as I quietly opened the door to the car and hopefully to a new chapter to our relationship.

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Having cum twice on the ride home, and still stimulated by dressing slutty then putting on a show, Tina wasn’t ready for bed when she arrived home. Following Dan’s instructions, she decided to play.

The nipple shields she’d put on were becoming more uncomfortable than pleasurable, so she changed to the same style of smooth interior ring but the size up. True to what the salesman had said, they caused a moment of pain when the ones she’d been wearing were slipped off. The new ones were comfortable enough for the time being however. She slipped out of the skimpy shorts and the g-string she’d been wearing, then sprawled across her bed. In another first for her, she pulled up a free porn site and began scrolling through the videos. She had no idea what she would like however, so it took a while to find anything.

She found she was most excited by the amateur videos, so clicked that tag from the list at the top of the page. That didn’t narrow the results by much-it seemed that common, every-day people were living out the things seen in porn pretty regularly. A little more scrolling, and she found that the videos that turned her on the most were those engaging in risky situations: public flashing, sex in public-and surprising to her, sex with complete strangers.

Tina knew the risks of all that far better than the average person on the street; she’d dealt with her share of venereal infections in her time as an ER nurse, and was very well aware of the potential scandal if she were to be caught and reported to her school’s administration. But…it was incredibly erotic.

Several hours later, having worn out the batteries both in the finger vibe and the thruster, and having been forced to take even the looser nipple shields off, Tina fell asleep. When she awoke, it was midmorning on Sunday. As she checked her bedside clock, she noted that if she didn’t hurry, she’d be late for her personal grooming appointment. She hurriedly washed between her legs, threw on a thong from the bags of new clothing still laying at the foot of her bed, then a denim mini skirt. Another glance at the clock showed she was going to be cutting the appointment close, so she just grabbed at random a top from the bags and pulled it on as she hurried downstairs. She grabbed her keys and purse from the counter, then the sandals from the day before as she rushed out the door.

Traffic was light enough that she wasn’t going to be late, but heavy enough that she quickly became aware of her attire. The skirt was short enough that she could feel most of her derriere against the seat. The top was far tighter than she was used to, a pale blue, exposing her midriff but also dipping quite a bit into her cleavage-what there was of it at least. Her thoughts drifted back to the conversation with Dan over lunch the day previously, and how they’d talked about what having bigger boobs would do to her confidence. She gave in to the fantasy in her mind, and imagined herself with a larger bust and getting more attention from men.

Arriving at the salon, she couldn’t overcome the habit of working to keep her legs as closed as possible as she got out of her car. The salon was the one the wedding party had used only a week before, and the receptionist recognized her as evidenced by the large smile on her face.

“Good morning! Ms. O’Brien?” At Tina’s nod, the young lady continued. “You’re here for a Brazilian wax?” Again Tina nodded, this time more hesitantly. The receptionist-her nametag read “Jade”-continued warmly and reassuringly to Tina, “Jen is the aesthetician you’ll be seeing. If you’ll have a seat, I’ll let her know you’re here. Would you like a coffee while you wait?” Tina realized that she’d not only skipped breakfast, but also her essential morning coffee, and she gratefully answered in the affirmative. Jade paused, then asked what she would like as she moved over to the full coffee bar. Tina decided on a cappuccino, and Jade started it to brewing before leaving to announce her. Returning after a brief absence, she had to wait for the drink to finish brewing before starting on the steamed milk. As she worked, Tina had nothing to do but wait, and spent the time critiquing the other woman’s appearance, comparing it to her own.

Jade’s attire was classy, as befitted the salon, with a hint of teasing. Her hair was almost waist length and dark, her makeup smoky and sultry, her jewelry long and dangling, her tank top black and form fitting with generous cleavage. Her skirt was loose and mid-thigh, and her shoes strappy with a medium but dainty heel. The woman herself was probably late twenties, and Tina suspected Pacific Islander ancestry. Jade wasn’t fat by any means, but very generously built-standing significantly over Tina’s own diminutive stature, and her bust dwarfing that of Tina.

After completing Tina’s cappuccino and providing it to her, Jade returned to her desk. Having nothing else to do since she’d rushed out of the house without her phone, Tina izmit escort noticed that Jade frequently glanced at her, trying to be surreptitious. After what seemed to be an interminable amount of time, Jade came back over to her.

“Can I ask something?” The younger woman asked. At Tina’s nod, Jade asked, “Are you changing some things to impress someone?” Again Tina nodded. Jade smiled warmly at her. “If I can make the recommendation, one of our stylists has time after your time with Jen. If you want, I can put you in with her for an update for your hair. She’s one of the best, it’ll earn you a discount on the overall total, and I’ll throw in another discount. You’re giving off the vibe that you really need to land whatever you’re trying.” Tina blushed slightly at the sympathetic attention and accepted just as another woman walked to the waiting area.

“Ms. O’Brien?” Tina stood to greet the new arrival, who held out her hand. “I’m Jen. I understand you’re here for a Brazilian?” After Tina replied in the affirmative and shook Jen’s hand, the other woman kept Tina’s hand in her own as she led her back into the salon itself. “Have you ever had one of them before?” Jen rattled on as they wound around the outside of the styling area to another room. Tina actually had, but it had been while she was still in college. She’d been keeping herself trimmed, but since it was still early spring hadn’t yet been preparing for swimsuit season. “Great, so you know what to expect,” Jen answered as she opened the door to her room. “I’ll let you disrobe, then I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”

After Jen had closed the door, Tina slipped out of her skirt and panties, then wrapped the paper gown laid out on the table. Jen returned moments later and directed Tina to lay down, then opened the gown to begin applying the wax to Tina’s nether regions. They made small talk as Jen applied the linen strips, then Tina was warned to brace herself. After the front was completed and Tina’s crotch was almost on fire from the hair being ripped out, Jen directed her onto all fours so that Jen could do her crack. Once completed, Jen applied some aloe cream to the freshly smoothed area, then left to allow Tina to get dressed. Once she was and had waited a couple of moments, Jen came back in and led Tina (again by the hand) to one of the stylists’ booths and seated her in the chair.

Another woman had been waiting, and draped Tina as soon as she was seated. “Hello, I’m Laura. Jade had said that you’re looking to impress someone, do you have something in mind?” Tina was forced to admit that she hadn’t, and Laura smiled warmly. “That’s fine, what about instead of cutting, we actually just trim it a bit to keep it healthy, but allow it to grow out a bit? In the meantime, we can do some extensions, maybe a little color-probably some lowlights?” Laura left Tina for a moment and returned with a styling magazine, leafing through it to find the style she was thinking about. At Tina’s affirmation, Laura went to work. An hour later, she was done and remarked, “We should have done some before shots. You’d still be a great model for our website, would you mind? We’ll throw in a discount for the services as an incentive.”

Truth to tell, Tina was really impressed. She’d never had much luck with doing anything with her hair, but Laura seemingly had worked magic on it. Instead of a mousy brown that wanted to frizz at the least hint of humidity, Laura had lengthened it and replaced the drab color with a more attractive reddish. She felt sheepish but honored about accepting. Laura smiled warmly, then took her back to Jen for some makeup. Afterwards, they went to another room that was completely overwhelming to Tina. A man was there, tall, bald, and effusive in his praise of Laura and Jen. He turned Tina this way and that, several times walking all the way around her as he directed her to the center of the room. Several cameras were set up at different points in the room, each facing a brightly lit backdrop.

“I think this will work best if you just stand in one spot-don’t turn your body to face me, just your torso,” he directed her. He bantered with her as he adjusted the cameras for height, and Tina didn’t realize that he’d begun to photograph her. She thought he was just adjusting things until he asked her to follow him. Once behind one of the backdrops, he scrolled through the images on a computer that was stashed there. He rapidly selected several, putting them into a file, then enlarged those in the file so that Tina could scroll through them herself.

She was surprised at the quality-the man was obviously a professional, and the efforts of the other two employees had truly made her look like model quality. The man laughed. “They’re excellent, but the lighting set up helps a lot too, if I can brag a little,” he said to her. “If you’ll pick your top ten favorites, I’ll do the same, then we’ll agree on five for the website and brochure. gebze escort They’ll be ours, but if any of them are picked up by a magazine, you can either take payment for them or accept in trade future appointments with the salon.”

Tina took her time looking at the pictures on the computer, tagging ten that she liked the best, then stepped aside so that the photographer could do the same. She was surprised that he only selected two more, and she had to admit that they definitely had a…different…quality. One was taken while he was directly behind her and had just made her laugh, almost doubling up with laughter. Her skirt had ridden up a bit, almost showing her ass. The other was more coquettish, with Tina having crossed her knees with her hands on them, blowing a kiss at the camera-almost pin-up style.

“Obviously, you’ll have full control over which pictures are sold. The three we agreed on will go either on the salon’s website, brochure, or both. Any others you agree to will be made available for publishers to look at for consideration. We’ve had a couple that were picked up by advertising companies as a backdrop for their products. Obviously there’s no promises, but it has happened a dozen times or so since the salon started doing this four or five years ago. Although if I say so, yours are likely to be picked up by someone.”

Tina could scarcely comprehend that possibility, but was a little excited not only at the possibility of realizing nearly every girl’s dream of being a model, but also at the almost naughty exposure. She agreed, and the photographer (who’s name had never been revealed), saved the pictures to the main server for the salon, then led her back to Jade.

Jade smiled happily at her upon Tina’s return, and upon learning the total was surprised to learn that it was almost nothing. Tina had been expecting over $100, but Jade explained that due to the agreement she was agreeing to, there would be sufficient publicity generated to cover the costs. Tina applied a generous tip for Laura and Jen, then quickly returned home.

Once there, the first thing she did was ask if Dan wanted to get together today-she couldn’t wait to show herself off to him and see what he had in store for her. He quickly messaged back, suggesting they meet at a restaurant in the downtown area for lunch.

Deciding against putting on a bra so that she could be a tease, even if nothing else happened while being with Dan, she also decided to throw a pair of the nipple shields and a couple of her new toys into her purse. She drove downtown to the chain restaurant at which they were meeting. Walking inside, she accepted a booth, then sat facing the door to watch for Dan.

Tina had to laugh a bit when he arrived and his gaze swept right past her. The hostess directed him back to the booth at which she waited, and his face turned to shock when he realized that it was really her-and it made her feel really good inside.

Kissing her cheek before sliding into the seat across from her, Dan quipped, “I see you’re beginning to take a little charge of yourself. You look GOOD!”

“Thanks,” Tina replied, blushing but pleased. The waiter came and took their drink orders, Tina sticking to a diet, while Dan ordered lemonade with vodka. By the time their drinks arrived, the couple had made their decisions on what to eat, and as the waiter left with their order Tina told him about her salon experience.

She was finishing as their food arrived, and Dan commented, “It sounds like you had fun.” At her agreement, Dan smiled. “I think you also liked that they were planning on showing you off a bit.” Tina blushed again, and had to agree. The conversation turned to learning about each other as they ate, but when they finished, Dan turned playful again.

“So…are you feeling devious?” He asked her as they contemplated dessert.

“Maybe…” Tina winked at him over her menu. Her foot slipped out of her shoe, then slid up the inside of his leg to his crotch. She splayed her toes across it as Dan slid forward so she could actually reach.

“Do you have any of your new toys with you, or do we need to get some more?” he asked her. Tina debated for a moment, then pulled the shields from her purse to show him. His broad grin showed him that he was pleased with her. “Put them on,” he instructed her, then stopped her as she began to slide out of her seat to go to the restroom. “Put them on…here…”

Tina flushed and felt herself become moist with sexual excitement. She couldn’t help a furtive glance around as one hand slipped beneath her top so she could work her nipple through the center. Another glance around revealed the waiter coming back for their dessert order. She finished as he stood at their table, and tried to slip her hand back out discretely, but it was obvious that he had taken notice both of her now stimulated nipples and the hand inside her top.

“I darıca escort think we’re done,” Dan answered for both of them. “I’ll take the check.” As he turned his card over to the waiter, he turned to Tina. “We’ll take my car. Once you get there, take your panties off and put them over the gear shifter.” Tina flushed clear down to the middle of her cleavage at being outed like that, but quickly slid out of her seat.

Arriving at Dan’s car, she slipped inside. She didn’t have to hike her skirt much to slip the skimpy panties off, and she had a difficult time getting them to hang from the shifting knob on the dash of Dan’s car. By the time she had done so, Dan was standing at the driver’s side door. She straightened in her seat as he slid into his seat, smiling as he noted the g-string hanging from his dash.

“Next time, it’ll be the mirror,” he threatened her. They drove from the store, heading back to the seedy porn center of town. As they drove, Dan had her hike her skirt up so that her pussy was within his view, and he ran his hand over her bare mound appreciatively. “Nice,” he complimented her.

They pulled into a different store than the one they had been at the night before. “I think you need a few more toys, and both of us need one we can play with together,” he advised her. The setup with this one was pretty similar-brightly lit, with clothing, video, and toy displays making up the majority of the store. The salesperson, though, was an attractive woman instead of a pimple-faced student barely out of his teens.

The store was empty except for the three of them. Dan led Tina by the hand directly to the woman. “My friend is learning about herself and needs some toys. I was hoping you could help.”

The saleswoman introduced herself as Diane, and herself undressed Tina with her eyes. “I’d love to help,” she said. “This way.”

She led them first to a much smaller section of the store, filled with erotic stories. “Any ideas of what you like?” Diane asked.

Sheepishly, Tina told her about the porn she had been drawn to the night before. Diane winked at her. “A little exhibitionist, are we?” She directed Tina to some stories, with Tina taking a couple of them. Then they moved to the clothing.

“You look really attractive like that, but I think you need something a little easier to get out of,” she told the couple. Dan’s eyes lit up with the possibilities that some of the outfits presented, and he selected several for her to try on. Again, Tina found herself modelling for Dan, and Diana was very hands-on in showing them some of the features of a couple of the outfits. Tina began to realize that if not completely lesbian, Diane was at least bisexual.

After they had several that met both Dan and Diane’s approval of their look on Tina, they moved to the toys. One of the first that Diane suggested was a remote controlled toy that was inserted into her vagina and was held in place by pressure against her clit. Dan’s devious grin at her widened as Diane explained that it worked not only via proximity, but also via bluetooth, meaning that as long as they both downloaded the app for the toy, Dan could control it whenever Tina had her phone closeby.

“May I recommend some underwear for the lady?” Diane’s question came as Tina thought they were wrapping up. “I think she’d enjoy some slutty underwear for when she can’t exactly be showing herself off.” At Dan’s exuberant reply, Diane held out a bra that was only a string of an underbust, and a couple of strings that would stretch across the front of each breast to keep them in place.

“This has some fun possibilities. I’ll be back with some more in a moment.” Turning on her heel, Diane catwalked away from them. Dan held the “bra” to Tina’s chest, which only emphasized how skimpy the undergarment was.

“Working tomorrow?” Dan asked her. At Tina’s reply she was engaged in college meetings, Dan smiled. “I think you should wear this then. And we’ll find some crotchless panties too.”

Diane returned with a body harness bra and panty set. She herself held them up, showing the couple that Tina’s nipples would go through a ring in the middle of the bra, and that the straps of the panties would spread to allow access to her vagina. Tina was turned on just by seeing the set, and Diane showed that she noticed by licking her lips while watching Tina.

“I think she likes,” she teased Dan. Her hand slipped beneath Tina’s skirt and cupped her freshly waxed mound, then a finger went between Tina’s lower lips to find her entrance. Diane laughed, “She DEFINITELY likes,” she informed Dan. Pulling her hand back out, she showed her wet fingers to him, then spread them across Tina’s lips.

“I wrap up my shift in about 20 minutes,” she offered. “There’s a bar near here we could meet at, then we can help your lady friend learn more about herself,” she told Dan, looking into Tina’s eyes. Dan agreed, and led them to the checkout as Diane told them the name of the bar.

After paying, Dan led Tina to his car. Handing her one of the things they’d just purchased, she realized that she had been distracted by Diane’s attentions and hadn’t realized that he had picked up this piece. It was a tapered piece of plastic that held a very small neck, and ended in a jewel.

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It was a rough month. Lost my job. No one was hiring. The world was falling apart. Bills were looming. I wasn’t proud of what I did, but deep down I enjoyed it. The humiliation, the submission, the depravity. I longed for it. It got me through some tough times. And it got me paid. Well. This is how I became an Office Slut:

Like I mentioned, I was down on my luck. Living in the big city was tough enough on my own, but after the pandemic shut down almost everything it was tough for everyone. I looked for any sort of job, way below my pay grade and skill. I couldn’t find anything. With the monthly pay the government was giving out, I’d be short on bills within the month. Things were grim. A thought crossed my mind; I knew I had a nice body but I wasn’t sure if selling it to the highest bidder was the answer.

I have big boobs for my size. I always have. And a round ass. Thank god for that. I was always confident with my body, and I think that helped me more times than I could count. Except with guys. I never had a long relationship, as guys were always jealous of how I held myself. I didn’t need them and they knew that, so I mostly had one night stands or just played with myself. That just grew my confidence even more.

One of my favourite past times is masturbating in front of a mirror. One hand rubbing my large, bare lips, the other caressing my boobs, hardening my perky nipples, easily visible against my large, dark pink areolas. I’d tease myself with my own hands, rubbing myself down before I was wet enough to slide in one of the multiple vibrators or dildos I had (another down side of not having a full time guy). I’d bend over and stare at my holes as I inserted various toys into them. I was always curious what someone’s view would be like to fuck me. I loved it and I loved my body and my confidence soared because of it.

One night I was at home, frustrated from job searching all day. Handed out over 15 resumes, all whom said they weren’t hiring. That’s when I started drinking wine. Then I noticed the bottle was almost done. Then I found myself searching adult classifieds. Most were of guys trying to sell themselves as the best dick in town, and it’d be my pleasure to hook up with them. I skipped those. Some were from woman, just looking for something fun. I contemplated those more than guys at that point. One ad did catch my eye though:

‘Looking for professional business woman to work for our firm. Must be willing to work with a team and open to new ideas.’

I thought that was a strange ad to be in the adult section, but I thought maybe, just maybe, I could get an interview and be hired. It sounded professional, and what’d I have to lose? I emailed the address, telling them of my job history and schooling, also asking what exactly the job was, and what duties were expected of me. At 2am that morning I got my response:

‘Thank you for applying. You appear to have the qualifications needed for the position, we just have a few follow up questions:

How do you feel about workplace nudity?

What are your limits sexually?

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done sexually?

Please attach a naked photo from the neck down if you’re still interested in the position of Office Stress Mediator. It pays $400/ day plus tips and you can start at 9am today if interested.’

I just about spat out my wine. I’d be making more in a few days there then I would 2 weeks at my old job. The questions they asked did throw me off a bit though.. workplace nudity? Sexual limits? I wasn’t quite sure what a stress mediator did, but I had my guesses at the time (boy was I ever wrong). Plus I was still drunk. I told them I was fine with nudity, told them about the time I was spit roasted in a bar bathroom, then told them we could talk about limits in person. I snapped a pic for them as I was already naked and sent it all off. I then fell asleep awaiting a response.

I woke up groggy from the wine to another email. It listed the address to the building and said to be there 9am sharp in business casual. I had to rush to get ready in time, opting to shower rather than spend time on my makeup. I tossed on some black underwear, a black skirt, white blouse and off I went, still unsure exactly of what my new job would entail.

I walked up to the address listed to find a very tall, very grand skyscraper of offices. The place was huge. And busy. I walked in and found a directory board. I found the address listed was on the 63rd floor. It listed an investment firm as taking up the whole floor. ‘Must be a big operation, I thought to myself.’ I headed to the elevator and made my way up. I figured if the job sucked at least the views would be alright.

I got off the elevator and was met by a security guard standing in front of a large black door. I didn’t see any signs for the company, but introduced myself and told him I was here for the Office Stress Mediator job. He smiled smugly and unlocked the door. I had not realized it was a sound proof door because as he opened it I was hit with a bombardment of noise. escort kocaeli bayan

There was a mess of desks, screens, offices, phones ringing, people shouting, and people running back and forth in front of me. It took me a second to take it all in. The office was mostly males, but had some females too, all dressed in business suits. Everyone looked angry and everyone looked stressed. I guess that’s why I was there. Unsure of who actually hired me, I stopped the first guy I could see and and asked him if there was an HR manager or shift manager I could talk to. He didn’t look up from his work but pointed at an office at the far end of the floor. I thanked him and made my way over. Almost no one paid attention as I walked to the office. They were all so engrossed in their work, I don’t even know if they’d look up if I was naked.

I knocked on the door at the end of the hall. The blinds were drawn, covering the window, so I knocked again. No answer. I slowly opened the door, unsure of what else to do. I looked in and saw a man working away on his computer. He glanced up for a brief second, the waved me in, looking back at his computer.

“Hi I’m Melissa, I’m here for the Office Stress Mediator position. Were you the one who hired me?” I asked.

“Yes come in and sit,” he said, pointing to a couch in the corner.

I did as he said, peering around his office as I moved. It was pretty plain, his work probably taking up too much time to decorate. He was handsome, in his mid forties probably, clean shaven with brown hair. He had his suit jacket off and tie loosened, giving off a casual vibe.

“The last person that did your job didn’t last a day, so I’m going to be straight up with you. We need someone to alleviate the stress here. We’re all very busy, making very rich people more rich, trying to get rich ourselves along the way. The best way to relieve stress is to orgasm, so that’s why you’re here,” he blatantly stated.

I was a little surprised with how straight forward he was. But I guess that was better in this case. A little nervous still on what my job was I asked “and how exactly am I to help people orgasm?”

“However they ask you to. Some might like oral sex. Some might like anal. Some might just want an old fashioned hand job. You have to be willing to help out however they need. And if you do a really good job they might tip you on top of your pay. You perform well, you do well,” he said.

“So basically just go around person to person and help them cum however they want? Like some sort of whore?” I shamefully asked.

He blatantly answered “More or less, yes. We’ll need full discretion on your part. The pay reflects the job, if you make it through today and come back tomorrow I’ll give you a bonus days wage. Are you in or out?”

A big part of me wanted to get up and leave. I wasn’t sure if I could handle the job; I loved sex, and I loved showing off my body, but to do it as a job? On the other hand, I couldn’t even get hired at a grocery store earlier that week.. I needed the money, so I told myself I’d do whatever they asked for 2 days. That would I could get the bonus pay and that could hold me over until the end of the month.

“Ok I’m in,” I said.

“Take off all your clothes. Leave them on the couch, you won’t need them for the rest of the day. Then come over here when you’re done,” he commanded.

I hesitated, but thought about the money I could make. I did as he said and started undressing, piling my clothes on the couch. I undid my bra and my large breasts fell out, hanging slightly. I slid off my underwear, my bare mound unable to hide my tight puffy lips. He glanced up briefly from his computer, smiled, then continued working. I rubbed my breasts as I walked over to him, exciting my nipples. I was nervous, but I could feel between my legs get wet. Nervous but excited. He pointed under his desk and told me to sit. I crawled under, my round ass up in the air for him to admire. I turned to face him as he undid his belt.

I reached over and undid his button, then his fly. If I was really doing this I was going to commit. Whatever he wanted, whatever he asked, I’d do. With one motion I pulled down his pants and his boxers. His semi hard cock bounced as I lifted his clothes over it, quickly growing in front of me until he was rock hard. His cock was long but thin, with low hanging balls and shaved pubes. It was actually a great looking cock. He continued working, almost paying no attention to me, the naked slut below him.

I started with his balls, sucking and pulling on them, before licking all the way up to the top of his cock. I slid my lips up and down the outside of his long shaft, then I teased the tip with my tongue, tasting his precum, eagerly continuing on. I put the head of his cock in my mouth, slowly making my way down and up the length of his cock. I fondled his balls with my free hand, the other used to keep me from falling over, crammed under the desk. I picked up my pace, sloppily sucking his hard dick. It’s kocaeli otele gelen escort girth made it easy to go fast, but I couldn’t deepthroat his whole length.

I could feel him flex his cock in my mouth, making it harder than before, as my lips still wrapped around it. I could sense he was close, so I kept sucking fast, up and down, just around the tip, now stroking his shaft too. I could hear him moan in pleasure, flexing one more time before pushing back in his chair. I kept stroking, as a huge load of cum shot out from him, landing directly on my forehead, slowly dripping down my face. I didn’t stop stroking as more and more strands of his hot wet mess covered my face, until his cock went limp. I sucked the small amount of cum from the end of his dick, now able to take most of it in my mouth as it continued to return to its normal soft size. I could feel the cum running down my face and dripping onto my chest. I felt like such a slut. And I loved it.

He let me crawl out from under his desk, smiling as he saw the white mess covering my face.

“Clean yourself up then head to the office over. If you can please all 3 managers today you’re going to do really well here,” he told me.

Not having anything to clean myself with, i took my shirt and rubbed the cum from my face. I could tell I didn’t quite get all of it, but I was feeling slutty and didn’t mind. I walked out of the office, still completely naked. A couple people looked up from their work, I saw a few smile, but the majority of people didn’t even notice. I held my head high as I walked my bare ass into the office next door. As I stepped in the manager looked up, saw me standing there naked, hung up his phone and started undoing his pants. He was an older gentleman, thin framed with salt and pepper hair.

“Thank god you’re finally here, I was starting to get antsy,” he said, while dropping his pants and underwear to the ground. He was already hard, his thick cock stuck straight out from his body.

“Come over here and bend over,” he commanded.

I walked over to him, eager to please him. I was so wet and horny I couldn’t wait for him to fill me. I brushed my hand over his cock as I walked past, bending over in front of him, pressing my boobs against his desk, spreading my legs for him to enter me. He pushed his cock up against my wet lips, slowly pushing himself inside me. I stretched around him as he pushed deeper inside me. It felt so good to have a cock inside me, I moaned in pleasure as I easily took his full length inside me.

In no time he picked up his pace and started to fuck me fast and hard. It felt so good, so stretched, so wet. He slapped my ass as he continued pumping inside me.

“Flip over,” he grunted.

I did as he said, laying on his desk, putting my legs in the air, giving him a full view of my wet and bare pussy. He slid his cock back inside me, wasting no time to start thrusting fast and hard. My boobs jiggled with each thrust of his cock. He felt so good inside me, I didn’t want it to end but could tell he was close.

I could feel his cock stiffen further inside me, giving me one last hard pump before he pulled out, shooting his cum all over my stomach and chest. He kept stroking his cock, milking every bit of his jizz out, now dripping on my bare mound. He stayed standing there, so I hopped off the desk and quickly sucked his cock clean. His shaft was wet with my juices, his tip dripping the last of his juices. His cum slowly dripped down my body.

2 managers down, 1 to go, I thought to myself. This was more fun than I thought. They were respectful, just wanting someone to make them cum. Plus I got my pussy filled. I could get used to this. Once again I sloppily cleaned the cum from my body, smiling at the man with the thick cock as he did his pants back up.

“Thanks for that. I hope to see you again,” he said to me.

“Me too,” I replied cheekily.

Once again I stepped out of the office into the open work floor. A few more people looked, seemingly unbothered by my naked body. Such a different atmosphere than I ever imagined. I walked over and knocked on the last office door before entering.

This manager was a heavier man, but dressed really well, with tussled black hair and black framed glasses.

“Please, come sit,” he said. Can I get you a water or stiffer drink?” he asked.

“Im actually work quite good thanks,” I responded.

I sat on his chair, my sweat making my bare ass and legs stick to the leather. My nipples were hard with excitement as I was curious to what was next in store for me.

“I’m gonna be real with you. I’m an ass guy. Love assholes. Has anyone else used your asshole today?” he asked.

“No, just my pussy and mouth have been used so far. No one has been interested in my asshole yet.” I said back.

“Oo good,” he said smiling. “May I see it?” he asked.

I was surprised with how polite he was. I had no issue, so got up from his chair, turned around izmit suriyeli escort and spread my ass cheeks apart for him. My tight, dark asshole was on full display for him.

A big smile spread across his face, as he reached in his pants and started to stroke his cock. I stayed spread open for him waiting for my next instructions.

“Can you climb up on my desk and do that?” he asked.

I happily obliged, giving into his asshole fetish. I climbed onto his desk, knelt directly in front of him, facing away, placing my face on his desk, again spreading my ass apart. His pants were now around his knees, his short cock was tightly gripped in his hand, his large, full balls bunched below, and my asshole was inches from his face.

He continued to stroke his cock with short, quick jerks. I stayed spread but didn’t mind, as he was the easiest manager to please so far.

He then stopped, crawled onto the floor and laid down behind his desk.

“Please sit on my face.” he said politely.

I enjoyed how much he was into my ass so I had no trouble obliging. I hopped off his desk and positioned myself over his head, slowly squatting and lowering myself until my ass cheeks spread and my asshole pressed against his face. I was facing away from him but could hear him stroke his cock again. I felt his tongue push against my asshole, rimming my tight hole as I continued pressing it against him.

I bounced up and down, bouncing my ass against his face. He kept his tongue out, so I’d stop and sit, pressing my asshole firmly against it, smothering him with my bare round ass until he almost couldn’t breathe, then continued to bounce up and down. I’d rub my wet pussy all over his face, feeling his tongue pressed against my lips, all over, brushing past my clit before burying in my ass again. I was thoroughly enjoying myself. I decided to help him enjoy himself too.

I span around on his face and leaned over his body, giving him easier access to tongue my spread asshole. I was able to reach his small but rock hard cock, easily fitting it in one hand, I stroked it with hard, fast strokes. He grunted in between breaths while still licking my ass. I could feel my pussy leaking my own juices down to my asshole for him to lick as well. I was loving every second of his tongue. So was he.

Without warning he came, short fast spurts of cum shot from his cock, landing on his stomach, staining the bottom of his work shirt. I kept stroking, unaware I was fully suffocating him with my ass, but that just made him cum harder. Finally his cock softened and leaked the last of his cum onto his pubes. His stomach was full of his hot wet mess. And not for one second did he stop eating my ass. What a gentleman, I thought to myself.

I slowly stood, still squatting above his face, visibly covered in my wet mess and his saliva. A big smile spread across his face.

“You have such a plump ass and tight asshole. Thank you for everything,” he told me.

“That was way more fun than I thought! You have a great tongue!” I told him back.

“I’ll clean myself up, thanks for everything. If that’s it for the day you can let yourself out. Talk to the security guard at the exit and he’ll pay you for today. Hope to see you again,” he said with a smile.

“You bet, thank you,” I replied, exiting the door with my clothes in hand.

I was standing outside the office door when I turned and realized I was standing in front of the whole office with my clothes in hand. Rather than awkwardly changing in front of everyone, I decided to embrace my new role as office slut and walked back to the elevator completely naked. I held my head high, as my bare, cum stained body and still wet pussy made its way past everyone at their desks. I caught a few people off guard who had to do a double take, some people whistled at me and some didn’t even look up. I had a feeling the office had seen much wilder things happen. I got back to the front door, enjoying my boobs and ass freely bouncing as I walked. I knocked and the security guard opened it for me to exit.

He was slightly shocked when I exited completely naked, but then grinned as he greeted me.

“Good first day at work?” he asked cheekily.

“Some things I found hard, but I managed to get out of a few sticky situations,” I joked back, finally changing back into my clothes.

“Here’s your payment, see you back here tomorrow?” he asked.

He handed me an envelope filled with cash. I quickly counted the 100’s, very surprised to find $1,000 in the envelope. That was over double than I expected! They must have really loved me? I was overjoyed plus secretly loved every moment of that day.

“Oh most definitely, I can’t wait,” I responded to him, getting into the elevator. I waved as I left, grinning and replaying the whole day as I went back home.

By the time I got home I was overly horny, and couldn’t keep myself from stripping naked, laying on my couch and rubbing my aching clit. It was swollen with pleasure, as I kept replaying my slutty behaviour from the day. In no time I found my body shaking and cumming as I orgasmed hard. I laid there for a while as my fast breathing returned to normal. My first thought was ‘wow it would be great to have someone eating out my ass right now.’ That, followed by wonderment in what tomorrow would bring. I couldn’t wait to find out, fulfilling all the fantasies an office slut like me has.

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Chapter 3: A Change In Attitudes

Peter was the perfect gentleman as he ushered me into his car to take me home, after the game, or more correctly, the sexual games that we played in the dressing rooms, showers, gym and even the injury room after the all the players left. I didn’t ever remember Peter as being so virile or quite so rampant in his demands. I eased my naked bottom onto the car seat and sighed as he casually flung the gift wrapped parcel containing my clothing into the back seat. He paused and then threw his own clothing in afterward and closed my door. I blew him a kiss.

“I love you, darling.” I mouthed silently.

* * * * *

Once the boys left, and we showered together, Peter cheekily put the parcel containing my clothing into his locker.

“But, that’s got all my clothes in it.” I weakly protested.

“You may not need them for a while.” Peter grinned, reaching in for the team’s medicine chest. He grabbed a tube of KY jelly from it as I watched. “All those young idiots, talking about me playing with little boys, gave me some ideas.” He explained obliquely. “Are you still game?” He smiled wickedly at me, patting my bottom playfully.

I realised what he had in mind, but here—in the dressing room? I thought quickly and made up my mind. After all, it was his birthday tomorrow and I was still thoroughly turned on after showing myself to all those young lads from the waist up. I nodded dumbly.

“As long as you are gentle with me?” I agreed, hesitantly. “But where—“

“Just come with me, sweetheart.” He interrupted. “I haven’t shown you around all our facilities here yet. You’ll see!” His eyes gleamed with adoration. “I love the new Pamela.” He gazed at my nude body in a tender way. “You’ve certainly changed.” He complemented as he took my hand and led me off toward the dressing room door. That made me happier. At least he was going to lock it, I thought.

Peter was a fine specimen of a man, firm, athletic and tanned all over, just like his sister. He hadn’t bothered to put his clothing back on after our shower. He just put them away neatly in his locker at the same time as my gift wrapped clothing. The only thing he kept with him was a bunch of keys that he had in his hand and his tube of lubricant gel. His penis was still a bit larger than usual, but not erect. I had never allowed him to put it inside my bottom before. I tingled with anticipation. Would it hurt? Would I get the same warm satisfaction that I did when he made love to me the usual way? I have to admit that I was nervous, yet I was strangely curious at the same time. I still felt vulnerable, without my clothes on, but I was now with my intended husband. It gave me a strength of pride that was missing when Harry first discovered me in that smelly old shower room. He opened the door into the corridor and leaned out to look both ways.

“Come on, sweetheart. There’s no-one around at the moment.”

The stark realisation that we were going back outside the dressing room, into the public arena, so soon after the players had all left, totally naked, hit me like a sledgehammer.

“Out there?” I gasped, automatically pulling back at his hand.

“There shouldn’t be anybody around still.” He urged. “Perhaps just a cleaner or two, sweetheart. Come on! Don’t muck around or— maybe we really will get caught?” He was grinning devilishly.

I scampered behind him, defensively clutching my breasts with my free left arm. My stiff nipples made me aware of a tense sexual excitement running through my body that I was just beginning to understand. I felt the same charge that I had, when walking and running all the way through the busy complex earlier on, with all those people around, in Harry’s short dustcoat that barely covered my bottom. I remembered the little boys shrill voice.

“Look Mummy! That lady’s got no clothes on—“

The electricity that ran though me then, as I ran to catch up with Harry, was the same as I was feeling now. This time I didn’t even have Harry’s coat on, to partly disguise my sexual excitement. Now, I was totally naked again. My imagination ran riot as Peter walked me along the corridor. Every sound brought chilling new awareness of my vulnerable state of undress. My head was constantly turning left to right as I sought further reassurance that no-one was watching us.

Finally, Peter stopped outside a door and fumbled with his keys, dropping the tube of lubricant on the floor in the process.

I let go my breasts and swiftly retrieved it, breathing fast, with my heart thumping.

“I’ve got it, darling. Please hurry!”

Peter turned and smiled at me.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” He breathed as he turned the key in the lock, admiring my trembling naked body again. “Fun, eh!”

“Just let us in.” I pleaded. “Please hurry!” I raised my voice.

I breathed a sigh of relief as the door opened wide and I scampered through it as quickly as I knew how. My eyes opened wide.

“Jeez Peter! All this for your players?” My eyes took in the luxurious gymnasium. Every type kocaeli escort bayan of equipment for toning and building the young player’s bodies was neatly laid out for their use. Cycling machine, weights, exercise gear and even a rowing machine. All brand new. A young athlete’s dream come true. “How did you manage to—“

“That’s not all!” Peter announced. “Look in the other rooms.”

He locked the door and drew his keys out. “Open the other doors, my love. Go ahead.”

In a daze I walked around the new complex, no longer bothered by my nudity, opening doors and looking inside. Sauna room, sun room with a tanning bed, massage room with a small en suite toilet and a shower stall. I went to open the last door and Peter spoke.

“This is the room we want.” Peter called me over and opened the door. Laid out before my eyes was the injury room. Peter pointed to the bed. “There’s room for both of us.” He said, with a hint of pride in his voice. “What do you think?” He beamed, his penis growing and rising again.

“Oh yes!” I hugged him, throwing the lubricant on the bed. “This is brilliant, darling.

Peter masterfully manoeuvred me over to the bed. I didn’t attempt to resist as he guided me onto the bed, face down, and grabbed for the gel. Even though I had a good idea of what was about to happen I opened up my legs, to give him access to my virgin bottom and allow him to caress my vagina again. I half hoped to change his mind.

“You’re so smooth down there.” He enthused as he traced his fingers lightly over my vulva. “No need for lubrication there, my darling.”

I blushed, knowing how wet I was down there. Then, he moved his hand further back and parted the cheeks of my bottom.

“I’ve always wanted to try this.” He reached for the gel and opened the tube. “Let me know if I hurt you?”

I nodded my head with a resigned expression.

“Please be gentle though, won’t you?”

I had mixed emotions as his fingers probed around my bottom, keenly massaging the area around my tight little rosebud. I had joked with other girls about Peter’s earlier attempts to make love to me this way. Some of the older, more experienced girls had done it before. Some had hated it and others seemed to enjoy it. It was a matter of personal taste but they all seemed to agree about one thing. They knew that it made their men a lot more horny while they were doing it to them. The trade-off seemed to be that they believed that it made their men more considerate and loving than ever. One girl told me that she played with herself and actually achieved orgasm while her boyfriend was doing it to her. I remembered her words to me.

“Just relax your muscles and don’t try to fight it, Pam. I actually enjoy it so much now that I often ask for it.”

I had thought her quite crazy, at the time, but there was no denying that her boyfriend never strayed from her side. He loved her to bits.

I winced as Peter’s finger pushed inside me and I did my very best to relax my sphincter muscles. I merely let out a low moan as he slowly massaged my bottom, from the inside. I was beginning to get used to this tender and loving intrusion into my bowels. My tenseness seemed to diminish.

“That’s it darling. We’re nearly there.” Peter’s voice sounded excited, as he dipped in two fingers this time. “Just try to relax, my sweet lady. Are you alright with this?”

In an enraptured trance, I quickly nodded my head, smiling now.

“It feels a bit strange at first, but go ahead.” I agreed.

This time, when I felt his slimy fingers press inward, I relaxed fully and let my deepest sexual fantasies take over my thoughts.

I closed my eyes and imagined that suddenly I was in a strange dark room, tied and gagged, helpless to prevent an unknown assailant from using my body for his own gratification. When I expanded this theme I imagined a group of young men, lined up behind the first assailant, ready to take their pleasure with me after the first man had finished using me. As Peter’s fingers both moved past my sphincter muscles, I subconsciously pressed my bottom back toward him to take in all of my assailant’s enormous member.

“That’s it darling!” Peter breathed excitedly, disturbing my erotic fantasy. “Think I should try it now?” He sounded uncertain.

“Don’t talk about it, my love. Just do it!” I moaned.

I reverted to my fantasy world, now fully aware that I was ready to be penetrated by his beautiful love tool. Back in the strange dark room, I struggled with my bonds, aware of invasion by my assailant’s hot turgid flesh, throbbing as he penetrated the unknown depths of my unwilling bowels. I became aware of moving with my assailant, now desperate to make him climax and get my torture over with. I imagined all those fine young players, that I had viewed over the toilet door, waiting for the first man to finish with me. Their healthy young penile members were straining with blood and they were fighting over who might be next. They were all impatient and crowding around me. izmit otele gelen escort I began to grind my hips against my attacker, now looking forward to the next young man standing in line. His turgid member appeared to be even larger than the current man’s, that was now almost ready to fill me with his love seed. How many young men were waiting for him to finish with me? Ten or twelve? I got more excited.

“Yes darling! Deeper! Fill me up! Don’t stop now!” I blushed as I realised just how much I was enjoying the attentions of my lover. I was back in the real world and I was moving in time with Peter. I had asked him not to speak, but here I was, shouting my encouragement for him to continue this erotic form of lovemaking. I couldn’t believe how brazen I had become. “It’s so good! Please don’t take it out?” I continued, unable to stop myself from speaking my mind to Peter.

There was a rush of warmth, deep inside my bowels, as Peter collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath. He had ejaculated every bit of his love seed inside my colon. He hugged me and kissed the back of my neck.

“You were absolutely magnificent, darling.” He turned my face to his. “You’ll have to tell me all about the time that we were apart from each other.” He looked at me earnestly. “You don’t have to, of course, but I would love to know what, or who, it was that changed your attitudes to sex so much.”

Between lovemaking in every position I knew, as well as a number that were new to me, I told him all about my lonely miserable existence, since we parted company. I then confirmed that there had been nobody else but him, since then. I explained the drunken party at Sally’s place and how my stupid agreement to go along with his sister Sally’s plan, to get us back together, had badly misfired and the way in which I had reluctantly parted with all my clothing.

“Sally made me give her all my gear. She didn’t even let me keep my G string panties on. She made me take them off.” I sobbed.

“Good girl!” He commented. “I owe her one.”

This led to my encounter with Harry.

“I was so shocked to be found in that smelly old shower room, with no possibility of hiding my naked body from his view at all.” I shivered, but gave him a faithful account of that meeting, leaving nothing out. I even told Peter about the state of my sexual arousal at the time. “He was really nice about it, Peter. He showered me with all sorts of complements about my body.” I smiled shyly. “He seemed to like the fact that I was totally shaved down there.” I giggled, opening my legs. “He just stared at my pussy.” I blushed.

“I love it too, baby. Come to Daddy?” He flicked his tongue and went down on me again.

Between bouts of uninhibited sexual abandon I told him about my deal with Harry and how I had finally arrived in the right dressing room. I giggled as I told him about the small boy’s discovery that I was naked beneath the short dustcoat that I was ‘almost’ wearing. Peter laughed when I told him about his loud exclamation to his mother.

“I wished that the ground had opened beneath me and swallowed me up.” I said tearfully, trying to smile about it now. “I just held my coat down and ran. They were all looking at me.” I explained.

“Well!” Peter laughed. “I’m really glad you had the nerve to do it for me. I was really miserable, without you, as well.” He paused. “That brings me to another point.” He looked at me seriously. “What did you think of anal sex— truthfully now! —–I don’t want to think that I’m forcing you to go along with it, just to make me happy.”

My face coloured up. I realised that no relationship could ever be based on flattery or lies. I was totally confused myself. There was no denying that once my initial fears had passed, I had actually enjoyed fantasising about being used, in that way. All throughout my life, everybody, particularly my parents, had told me that it was unnatural and abhorrent but I had to admit that I had climaxed at the same time that Peter did. I had enjoyed my orgasm enormously.

I thought about how wonderful I felt, knowing that my attitudes to nudity and sexual adventure had changed. I mused about my future, as Peter’s wife. Lastly, I thought about the large number of people that I knew that had openly admitted that they had tried it before. I made up my mind and looked up at him, coyly.

“Did you enjoy it, my darling?” I smiled at him. “I think I might have?” I prodded him further. “Could we try it again sometime. —Just to be certain?” I smiled at him, lowering my eyelids.

Peter laughed as he picked me up in his arms.

“Pamela, of course we can.” He kissed me with renewed passion. “How about right away?” He headed back into the injury room, carrying me tenderly. This time he laid me facing toward him, placing my legs over his broad shoulders. There was no doubt about what caused this choice of entry.

“I want to see your beautiful face this time.”

As we lay on the bed afterward, his spent member kocaeli suriyeli escort receding in my used bottom, he told me for the hundredth time, how much he loved me.

“Keep it inside me, darling.” I begged. “I think I’ve decided.”

“Really?” He hugged me tightly, his face smiling inquisitively.

“I wondered if I should tell you, or not?” I kept him waiting.

I thought about my latest fantasy dream and made up my mind.

“You know what brought about our last fight?” I began. “You called me a prude for not wanting to wear it for you.

“Something about that daring little swimsuit that I bought for you?” Peter replied, suddenly serious again. “I’m sorry. I promise not—“

I interrupted him and put my fingers to his lips.

“Wait!” I gathered my courage. “I was wrong, my love. The real answer to your question is YES!” I looked into his puzzled eyes. “Yes, I will marry you! Yes, I did enjoy our–ahem–anal sex together and yes, I will go shopping on Monday for a new wardrobe to make you proud of me. —Wait!” I pressed my fingers harder against his mouth, realising that he wanted to speak. “I have to ask you this first.”

He nodded his head, excited enough by my answers so far.

“Is it all right with you—if—if I keep my word and pose for Harry with nothing on. Fully nude?” I gushed. I released my fingers, blushing like a schoolgirl. I couldn’t believe that I was so keen to repay Harry by posing for him, in what I was now sure would be a very public, challenging situation. It made me tingle with such delicious anticipation. I had fantasised about the sort of photos that Harry might like. Spread wide and completely open.

I didn’t need to hear Peter’s answer. I felt a stirring in his loins as he kissed me. His member throbbed and twitched, deep inside my colon. He looked at me, with such obvious love and respect shining in his eyes.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” He was excited. “Anything you like.”

He was unable to rise to the occasion, so soon, but he certainly did his best. I was almost sorry that he had failed, but I was sore.

We lay there and talked frankly about our fantasies and dreams. I was totally honest with him, the first time I had been so honest about my personal sexual feelings with anybody, male or female. He loved my new, shaven look so much that I readily agreed to have my pubic hair permanently removed. I even admitted to the thrill that I got from standing on the toilet bowl and revealing my naked breasts to all his young players.

“I was so bloody angry that I wasn’t really thinking about it too clearly at the time.” I explained. “But I enjoyed it.”

“I was proud of you.” Peter said. “I was just going to let them think what they liked. I didn’t want to lose you again.” He explained with a grin. “Those little swine’s dirty thoughts didn’t bother me!”

“What made you tell them about your marriage plans?”

“Oh that!” He coloured up. “The little bastards were telling me what great tits you have.” He gave them a gentle squeeze, thrilling me. “I certainly didn’t need them, to tell me that.” He kissed my erect nipples. “They taste so good, my love.”

We had a sauna, followed by a cold shower.

“It’s getting late now.” Peter announced. “Are you coming home to bed with me, tonight?”

“Naturally sir.” I grinned. “Just like I am?” I opened my arms.

“Now that you mention it.” He appeared to be thinking. “Would you let me dress you now?

I nodded my head eagerly.

“Anything I choose?” He began to grin.

“I suppose–Yes!” I decided. You’re not really going to take me home like this?” I looked down at my nude body. My telltale nipples were hardening again. I blushed. I felt another tingle of desire.

“I think I might have a couple of dustcoats round here.” He grinned. “We can always pick up your clothing tomorrow, along with mine.” He paused meaningfully. “Are you still game?”

I nodded my head enthusiastically. My body was sore, particularly in one place. I wasn’t really looking forward to wearing my G string or even my tight jeans. The dustcoat sounded great to me.

We tried on two dustcoats. Mine was only slightly longer than Harry’s one but Peter’s was really a bit too short for him. His penis was showing when he walked.

“Oh darn it” Peter snapped his fingers. “I have to go back to the dressing room. My car keys are still in my pockets.”

“Not chickening out are we?” I laughed at his dilemma.

He looked hurt that I might think that of him. Peter was not exactly shy about his body parts. He was even more daring than Sally.

“No! I was frightened that you might change your mind as soon as I opened up my locker.” He explained quickly.

“You just leave your gift wrapped up. My present to you. You can open it up on your birthday in the morning and— you can decide what I wear from now on.” I said solemnly. “No more silly fights about clothing!”

To emphasise my point, I waited outside the locker room for him, in only the short dustcoat that he gave me, a reminder of my permanent change of attitude. I walked ahead of him, knowing that he could see the object of his desire swaying gracefully just a few feet ahead of him. I fantasised about the day that I would have the courage to let myself in the locker room, without telling him to make sure that he came in early, and definitely without wearing anything but a smile and perhaps some perfume.

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My name is Bill. I’m middle-aged, married and mostly live the classic boring suburban life.

When I was growing up, I always assumed I’d get to the big city someday. But that never happened; instead, I landed steady but dull work and moved around from suburb to suburb for the job. Each time the houses and people look the same. Everyone is friendly, but it’s shallow because we’re all busy with life and sooner or later we’ll get transferred again anyway.

We’ve been in our current house for five years. We slightly know the neighbors on one side. We knew the ones on the other side even less. The dad drove new BMWs all the time but wasn’t home much. The mom was a workout queen who tried to keep looking twenty years younger. We didn’t see much of them. When they moved away, we barely noticed.

A few days later on Saturday we saw a moving van arrive. The couple looked similar in age to us. My wife and I came to say hello.

Their names were Scott and Susan. Scott looked like me and every other guy on the block – polo shirt, middle-aged and fighting his waistline. He seemed decent. And I immediately warmed up to Susan. Compared to the workout queen with her way-too-skinny ass, she looked a lot more normal. She had a friendly smile and a nice curvy body. I liked her, on several levels.

“Welcome to the neighborhood,” I said. We all smiled and chatted some more.

The more we talked, the more I liked both of them. Scott and I hit it off right away. Not only did we have various shared interests, but we had similar personalities. He laughed at my jokes.

Susan was also very nice. She just seemed like a very genuine person. And I’ll admit I checked her out some more. She wore jeans that really showed off her nice hips and curvy but firm ass. I couldn’t tell much about the rest of her body, which was okay. I felt a little guilty, toward Susan for checking her out as soon as I met her – and to Scott for checking out his wife, since I was beginning to really like him.

After a few minutes they had to go back and direct the moving crew. But I invited them for hamburgers on the grill – and they accepted. A few hours later the whole family came over. Everyone clicked very nicely. I was pretty happy. Maybe these would be the friends we never seemed to have.

On Sunday afternoon, I helped Scott put together some things in the garage. We kept talking. This guy was really cool. When we were done, he opened two beers and we stood and talked in the growing darkness. I thought this might be the start of a beautiful friendship.

****

On Monday morning, I followed my usual routine. I always get up very early, and spend an hour or two working in my home office while everyone else is asleep. It’s my favorite time of day and I get a lot done. The office is in a back corner of the house and it’s nice to have the peace and quiet.

There’s a small window that looks directly across to what was now Scott and Susan’s house. I casually glanced out the window and received an enormous shock.

Right across the yard, less than twenty feet away, I could see Susan through a window, in what must have been their bathroom. In all the years our former neighbors were there, that window had been covered every day. But now the blinds were up, and the view unobscured. Susan had clearly just gotten up. She was wearing a baggy T-shirt that came just below her bum, standing at the bathroom sink and unpacking things out of a box.

I was mesmerized…and confused. Why in the world was she standing there, not wearing a whole lot, with the blinds open? Surely she must know the window was visible from our house.

But of course I couldn’t take my eyes away.I could see most of the bathroom, including the tub and shower, though not the toilet (which was fine with me.) My own window was small and high up the office wall. It was very unlikely Susan could see me sitting at my desk. But she was on full display.

I watched her do nothing in particular, in her baggy shirt that didn’t show anything. Frankly I felt dumb and stupid – voyeuring her as she put away mouthwash and aspirin. But I was still fascinated. I already mentioned I found her kind of sexy. And now here she was, half-naked. Obviously she didn’t realize it and would probably yank the blind down as soon as she did – which is why I kept low in one corner of my window. But part of me hoped…well…you know. That maybe that baggy shirt would come off.

I felt bad but couldn’t stop. Here was a woman I knew…a brand new friend and neighbor…but all I cared about was getting a look at her with no clothes on. I rationalized to myself that I hadn’t done a thing wrong. I was just looking out my window like any other morning. And, after all, I wasn’t really seeing anything at all. Her street clothes actually showed off her body better than the t-shirt. And it was perfectly normal for me – caught in such an unexpected, unusual situation – to be curious. Right?

Right. No, I was just being escort kocaeli dirty and wanted to see Susan take her clothes off. That’s the truth. Because men like to see nude women.

I kept watching but the shirt stayed on. I started to get bored, and told myself it was time to stop watching and get back to work. But I didn’t. Finally…Susan began to leave the bathroom. As she did, she began to pull her shirt off. But all I saw was her bare back as she left the room and turned off the light.

I kept checking the window for another fifteen minutes but saw nothing more. At one point I heard a car nearby start up and drive away. I wondered if it was Susan.

I managed to get back to work, marvelling at that little episode. It had been a thrill, but probably good that I saw nothing else. It looked like we might become very good friends, after all. Spying on friends was hardly right.

The rest of my day went normally. I waved at Scott when I got home from work, but didn’t talk to him or Susan. The next morning, Tuesday, I immediately checked the office window. Their blinds were down. Okay. She had obviously realized her mistake.

On Wednesday, I glanced over again. Blinds. I felt good about that – this was never going to happen again. That evening, Scott popped over to borrow my hedge trimmer. We stood and talked for a while. I really liked the guy. It wasn’t hard to put Monday’s incident way in the back of my mind and pretend it had never happened.

****

On Thursday morning, I had something a little different to do – an early morning conference call, scheduled to suit different time zones. I sat down and dialed in. As I waited for the connection, my eyes drifted to the window, almost out of habit. And I couldn’t believe what I saw.

Susan. Topless.

Once again the blinds were up, and this time I had a clear view of Susan in nothing but a pair of panties. Her bare breasts were completely exposed. Her nipples and aerolae were nicely pinkish-red and stood out like headlights. Her panties looked very normal – white, bikini style, not too skimpy, as an unflattering thong would be. I just stared, until someone on the line asked if I was there.

The call was torture. It was important and needed my full attention. I had to refer to documents and spreadsheets, and yet all I wanted to do was watch Susan in her underwear. I kept looking over but only caught brief glimpses before I had to look back at the numbers on my screen.

I didn’t even see the moment when she took off her panties. But suddenly I realized she was now completely nude and stepping into the shower. And the shower curtain was almost transparent.

I desperately wanted to watch Susan naked and showering. But the call was getting complicated, and I just couldn’t. I summoned every ounce of willpower I had and focused on the phone. A couple of times I looked over quickly to see her bare ass, but I just couldn’t keep watching. The call dragged on for over a half hour. Normally I would have been totally engaged, but I was just hanging on, my attention pulled in two completely different directions. I glimpsed Susan towelling off and primping in front of the mirror. Eventually she left the room, while I was still on the phone.

When the call finally ended, I hung up, exhausted. I just stared out the window at the now-empty bathroom. What in the world just happened? Why had Susan left the blinds up again…especially this time, when she was totally nude and showering? I was bewildered. I was also furious, for more than one reason. I blamed Susan for putting me in this position. And I felt cheated out of an amazing opportunity – even though it was obviously wrong,

Though, how wrong was it? I hadn’t really done anything except follow my usual routine. I hadn’t taken a single step to provoke this. It was really all Susan’s fault. Heck, I could probably file an indecent exposure complaint against her – if I was an idiot. And would this happen again? Two times didn’t make a pattern…yet. How could she not realize how exposed she was? I mulled all this over for the rest of the morning – interspersed with memories of Susan’s tits.

They were nice tits, after all. She was such a normal, attractive woman. She looked great in her panties. I hadn’t had a chance to really get a good look at her nude; just a glimpse of her bush and brief looks at her curvy bum. Part of me hoped this would never happen again. But of course the other part was dying to see Susan totally naked again. Though I was sure it wouldn’t happen again. She had to come to her senses.

Sure enough, on Friday the blinds were closed again. On Saturday I was tempted to get up early as if it was a weekday…but instead stayed in bed with my wife. We ended up making love. I concentrated on her. That was much better than furtive voyeuring of Susan. My wife and I have had our struggles over things, including sex, but it didn’t justify neighborhood spying. kocaeli escort I love her, not some naked early morning neighbor.

On Saturday afternoon, both Scott and Susan popped over for a visit. They said they were settling in nicely and we all sat down for a chat. They really were good people. We had learned earlier that Susan was a nurse, but hadn’t found a new job yet. Now she mentioned she had done a lot of morning shifts in her last position, and was used to an earlybird routine. That would explain why she was up so early in the morning.

Talking to Susan, I tried to forgot that I had seen her nude. She had a great smile and personality. I felt comfortable with her. A couple of times, as she was talking and looking me in the eye, I suddenly felt a wave of guilt over my early morning spying on her. But it passed. The everyday warmth of her personality made her seem a different person – a real person, not a nude figure in a bathroom window. She was down-to-earth, funny and smart. It just happened that I had also seen her bare breasts, and more. But at the same time, I was afraid of the future, and that I would face this same temptation to watch her naked, over and over.

When they left, my wife said, “They really are nice people.” I had to agree. But I couldn’t shake the knowledge that I was withholding a secret from everyone. I felt bad about it. And angry.

******

On Monday I went to my home office with my heart pounding. Since this had all started the previous Monday, I thought it might be a weekly pattern. But the blinds were closed. I was relieved, and got to work. But I kept looking up and over, just in case.

On Tuesday they were open, but no one was there. I started on some emails, but could barely concentrate for more than a few seconds at a time. After about ten minutes, Susan came in. She had on the baggy t-shirt again.

I stopped working and just watched. Please take your top off, I thought. And soon she obliged.

Susan reached down and casually pulled the top up and over her head. First I saw panties again…this time, black bikini style. But then….her tits. Yes! Her shirt was still covering her head as I began to ogle Susan’s beautiful bare breasts for the second time. Now there were no distractions and I was determined to enjoy every second of scantily-clad Susan. As she dropped her shirt on the floor, I got up and stood closer to the window, off to one side. I turned off the office light to be sure I couldn’t be seen. Now there was no doubt I was spying on her. But still, she was providing the free view.

I admired Susan’s breasts. Again, they were nothing sensational. But they were naked tits! I felt so immature. Yet in a strange way I also felt mature because I was ogling a mature woman, with a mature, realistic body. Susan was not some young hottie or supermodel – she was a real, normal woman. Stupid logic, but anything makes sense when you’re watching a topless woman, and hoping her panties come off.

Unlike the other day, I could now really see and concentrate on what Susan looked like under her clothes. She had a classic pear shape…relatively slim up top and broader in the hips and ass. She was nicely fleshy but still looked fit and firm. Her breasts were not particularly big and were showing a bit of sag, but they still had a very nice shape and look to them. And those headlight nipples and aerolae were still distracting. She was standing at the sink, looking at herself in the mirror. The angle was just perfect.

She looked great in her panties. She had wrinkles and occasional folds of skin in different places. I couldn’t see much of her ass but I already knew it was curvy and proportional. Everything just looked right. It was mesmerizing. Only one thing could make it better, of course. I wanted Susan to take off her panties. Come on, Susan. I thought. Take off your panties. Show me your pussy.

She spent several minutes at the mirror. At one point she appeared to be squeezing pores, and I began to really feel stupid again. But I didn’t dare look away. Any other thought was trumped by my obsession with how I had missed out seeing Susan’s pussy the other day, and how much I wanted to see it now. I wanted to see Susan nude.

Susan finished her pore-squeezing and walked out of my sight. I almost relaxed – maybe that was it for the day. But a minute later she returned. And now she was shimmying out of her panties. I almost had a heart attack. Susan was going to get totally, completely nude while I watched.

The panties quickly slid to the floor and I had a complete look at Susan’s pussy. She had a full bush, though it looked trimmed and under control. The dark contrasted with her skin and looked perfect. She kept moving, headed for the shower. I was so excited. This time I would have an uninterrupted view.

I watched her lean over, starting the taps. Now I had a partial view of her ass. It looked warm kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan and inviting to be touched. She leaned over more…presenting just enough of her rear to me. I wished I was a little closer and could see even more of her natural jiggles. Everything about her was so normal, right, and sexy.

Susan stepped into the tub and under the spray. She faced forward, giving me another complete glimpse of her pussy and tits through the nearly see-through curtain. The view wasn’t quite as good but her nipples and bush still stood out clearly. I was mesmerized as she stood under the spray for a moment, and then picked up a loofah and bodywash. She scrubbed all over, and I wished I had a sharper view. Still, it was fascinating, and I remained totally obsessed watching out the window. The shower didn’t take long, and she only seemed to rinse her hair. In a few minutes, she was done.

She pulled the curtain back, returning me to my high-definition view. She took a towel from a hook and I watched her dry herself, standing in the tub. She then wrapped it around her wet head and stepped out, the rest of her still stark naked. There was something super-sexy about her now – the top of her head covered but otherwise bare and nude. She turned and I saw her nice ass again, but only for a moment as she left the room.

I waited several minutes, not daring to take my eyes away, but she didn’t return. Finally I looked at the time, realizing how much I had spent voyeuring Susan. I managed to snap out of the daze and sat down to do some work. Every couple of minutes I checked but there was nothing.

I stumbled through my tasks and then the rest of my normal morning routine. Part of me acted as if nothing had happened…like it had been in some faraway, parallel universe and only a faint memory and image. The other part was obsessed with what I had seen – Susan’s bare tits, bare ass, and bare pussy.

Driving to work later, I had a jumble of thoughts. This was the third time I had seen her through the window, and the most spectacular yet. Was this going to be a permanent thing? Why in the world was Susan letting this happen? Why was it so random? And most of all, what was I going to do about it? I analyzed the situation. I was voyeuring Susan in the nude, but it was really her fault, after all. I didn’t seek it out – I was just minding my regular business! And, I reasoned, how could I resist such obvious temptation?

But of course, it was wrong. Wrong anytime, but especially because she was a friend. And my wife would feel betrayed if she found out. And then there was Scott…also my new friend. Yet here I was checking out his wife’s bare tits and pussy and watching her shower.

So I had a dilemma. And I began to feel angry.

I hadn’t asked to be put in this position, and couldn’t figure out how to solve it. Just stop looking? I knew I wasn’t capable of doing that – maybe some guys could stop watching such an available, naked woman, but not me. Change my routine? I prized my quiet early mornings in the office and grew resentful at the idea of having to give them up.

The only thing I could think of was to somehow make Susan understand the risk she was taking…hopefully without her realizing I had already taken advantage of it.

An opportunity presented itself as soon as I arrived home. I saw Susan in her driveway and immediately walked over. We made small talk, but I tried to steer the conversation toward daily routines. I mentioned how I liked to work early in the morning, even pointing out my window. I then added something inane about how windows were typically much bigger, pointing randomly at a few including her bathroom window. I didn’t want to be too obvious, but hoped it would click. She didn’t react, but just kept smiling and talking. I did like her smile.

The next morning, I immediately checked. Her blinds were open again – now two days in a row! Obviously hinting didn’t work. I didn’t see anything for a while, and managed to concentrate on some work. Then suddenly I looked up and she was already in the shower.

So I stopped and once again watched Susan naked.

This time she did her hair, and must have taken ten or fifteen minutes. A couple of times I managed to look away but soon I was back. The curtain blurred things but hid nothing. She turned around several times, so there was always a nice variation between seeing her ass and her pussy.

When she finished, the towel went on the head again. I loved that bare beneath look. But this time she stayed in the bathroom, standing by the sink again and presumably the mirror. She took out a lotion bottle, which got me excited. Sure enough, soon I could watch the sight of Susan rubbing her entire, totally naked body, massaging lotion into her skin. She pushed and moved her tits around as she ran her hands over her whole body.

As Susan lotioned up, I got very hard. On the previous days, I had felt myself stiffen, but I was more excited than truly aroused those times. But now I was getting a full hard-on. It was easy to slip my hand down, open my pants, and to start stroking my cock. Which I did. I masturbated as I voyeured Susan.

She finished lotioning and disappeared again. I waited a bit, my cock softening. I decided that was it for the day. And the dilemma was only getting worse.

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The villains from my Wanda stories have come up with a new business idea.

Dillon got an idea from hearing his former teachers go on and on about the pictures and video of the time he had stripped and groped up a slut from school. He should have thought of it before but he didn’t like to think about that girl for too long. His memories of her were bittersweet. On the one hand, he loved that he had got over her. The feeling of power he had literally in his hands was the most alive he had ever felt. The excitement he felt was enough that he actually came in his swim trunks as he squeezed her bare breasts in front of a cheering crowd. On the flipside though that incident would lead to two attacks on his testicles that had caused enough damage to his system that he was no longer able to function normally. He needed hormone replacement therapy just to keep his body from overloading on estrogen and his body from feminizing at a rapid pace. The synthetic testosterone had much of the opposite effect. He had developed male pattern baldness before he turned twenty and the severe acne had left him with a pocked-marked face he slathered in fake tanning cream. He enjoyed the pumped-up muscles modern chemistry had left him with. He wouldn’t have traded the muscles for the importance though. In order to get it up, he had to shoot up his scrotum with an extract from shark testicles or something.

His pervy teachers had given him the idea to recreate the experience. He would recruit the strippers from the club he bounced at to stage similar incidents. Then they would charge a monthly fee to access the video and photo collections. Every girl at the club gave him an idea of a scenario where he could whip out her tits for a shocked crowd. He had the guys to help him out in mind.

What he needed was a little seed money and he knew the place to get it. Rich the owner of the strip club would love the idea. In fact, kocaeli escort he would help convince any girl who showed signs of reluctance to participate or risk her job. Rich loved using his authority to coerce the girls in his employee to bend to his will. He had ways other than financial. His coke connection was two scary Latin brothers Donny and Benny who aside from accessing the best stuff were very capable of striking fear into anyone. Benny and Donny were willing to hurt or rape anyone if the thought occurred to them. Between the money, the drugs, and the violence all the girls of the club were available to Dillon and his new website.

Dillon decided that in honor of the tits that had inspired the whole idea that he would return to the beach volleyball courts. The trio of girls was pretty diverse a Latin bombshell with the famous big curvy ass. She danced under the name Bella and wore a leopard print one-piece suit. Her jet black hair hung down to her perky conical shaped breasts. They weren’t that big but it was of little concern because her ass was going to be the target of the attack. Alexis, on the other hand, was all tits. She had full tear shaped breasts before she had implants put in and now she had almost comically large mammaries. Nothing about them looked real. They were impossibly round and stretched her breast flesh to the limit. She had tattooing on her nipples to make the areolas heart-shaped. The bright red nips really popped on her tanned titties. Guys would tell their wives and girlfriends they hated the fake ones but the blond made tons of tips when the top came off in the club. There was no question that her huge knockers were going to be the target of the staged attack on her blue bikini. The triangle top already left little to the imagination. The Polish redhead was obviously named Ginger and while she had a great firm body topped off by nicely gölcük escort by shapely well-proportioned breasts the caper to the show would be her flaming red bush. Her gingham colored string bikini was just asking for it.

Dillon’s high school buddies got in set up cameras around the ambush zone. The crowd had no idea what they were about to be treated to. The victims were getting lots of attention. Which was the plan. They were kind of hard to miss The big Latin ass on Bella was a lot to take in. Combined with Alexis’ ridiculous fake headlights it might have drawn suspicion. The saving grace was that Ginger looked almost wholesome and innocent.

Once a decent sized crowd approached Dillon made his move. He grabbed a hand full of material from the back of Bellas suit and lifted to the sky. Bella let out a stunned scream that was real. She had not expected to practically cut in two and her discomfort was real as spandex split her fat pussy lips in two. Dillons friends did their best to capture the stunned looks of the crowd as they stared at Bellas mostly bare wedgied ass. The tan lines were almost blinding from Bella’s ass. The white lines cotrasted beautifully with Balla’s brown legs. Dillon gave her big ass a loud painfull slap that would leave a mark.

With all eyes turned in their direction Dillon turned his attention to Alexis. Dilln had given her strict instructions to face the same bleachers as the last time Dillon had set up a girl on the volleyball courts. Dillon pulled her triangle tops almost to her shoulder blades. Her huge boobs didn’t move as she looked into the crowd. Her heart shaped nipples added an extra surprised reaction from the audience. Dillon hoped his friends were getting there action on camera as faces tried to understand what it was they were seeing. Dillon grabbed at a tit to shake it. He found Alexis’ izmit sınırsız escort breasts were so firm he couldn’t grip them and they didn’t move a bit. Next time he would remember to attack Alexis’ nips instead.

Ginger was to be the star of the show and soon as the cameraman signaled Dillon he grabbed Ginger’s string bikini bottoms by the bows the plan he told Ginger was he would pull a string and the material would flap down. Her bush would be exposed and she would cover up quickly. Unfortunately, for Ginger Dillon felt the blood flowing to his cock without the scrotum shot for the first time in years. He got too excited and instead of the quick little bush flash, he yanked her bottoms down around her ankles. Ginger let out a real scream and tripped as her bottoms tangled at her feet. Dillon looked at an old couple had been treated to Ginger’s bare ass pointed directly at them. The extra shocked expression on the little old man’s face made Dillon realize they should go out of their way to target old guys next flashing. Ginger’s vulnerability on her hands and knees was too much a temptation for Dillon to resist running a finger down the crack of her ass. The camera caught her stunned expression as his finger brushed her pussy lips.

The cameramen bailed into awaiting van. Dillon very reluctantly refrained further mauling the super pissed Ginger. The van sped away leaving the girls surrounded by the crowd who had just witnessed their stripped down molestation. Next time they would have to figure out a way to leave a camera behind o capture the aftermath. The first installment was complete. ENF.com was underway and would grow into Filthy Rich productions.

The girls were not happy about the liberties Dillon had taken with their bodies. It was gonna cost Rich a fortune in coke if Dillon didn’t get his urges under control. Dillon was super excited to almost have had his first natural erection in years. Rich invited his dealers to see the footage. They loved it. Benny and Donny wanted the innocent blond girl Kimmy up next. Ginger looked wholesome and innocent but the accent screamed exotic. Kimmy was the total girl next door. Rich had the perfect set up for her. Cheerleader practice in the park.

To be continued

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I’m working late again tonight. Real late. In fact, I’m working so late that I’m in my little cubical on the east coast on a conference call with the west coast, some vendor who’s making some widget for us, and *they’re* working late to support this call. That’s not how time zones are supposed to go!

I tap off mute and say “Are you sure that’s right? I thought the purchase order line item was for transient response as well?” They go off on what they think “transient” includes. I tap back on mute and search for the purchase order on my computer.

“Hey babe.” You walk into my cube and I look up, surprised.

“Oh, hey, wow, what, uh, what are you…” I saying, look distractedly from my computer to you, then back to my computer, still trying to find that purchase order.

“I know you called off our plans, but, well, I thought I’d bring the fun to you!” You come around up behind my chair as I ignore you, double clicking on yet another pdf that I’m hoping is the right file.

“Ya, I’m really sorry, this call just won’t end…” That’s not the right file either. You kick the lever on my seat, and I suddenly fall a few inches. I turn my head in surprise and as suddenly find your cock out and hard shoving against my face. “Oh my god, put that away! You’re so gonna get caught!” I smirk, slipping you playfully into my mouth and bobbing my head with a grin as I peer through the rest of the files in this folder out of the corner of my eye.

“There’s no one here but you and the security guard downstairs.” You say as I slip off with a wet slurp.

“A-ha!” I open another pdf. It loads painfully slowly and your cock taps impatiently against the side of my face. I roll my eyes, turning my head, slipping you back in, both eyes still on the screen. It finally loads up and I scroll quickly down to the line item in question. It does include transient loading analysis!

I tap off mute as I pull my mouth off your cock, worriedly hoping that that slurp wasn’t too loud. “Hey, that deliverable does include transient loading, it’s item 63 of the purchase order, I’m looking right at it.”

You grab my head, turning me back to your cock. I roll my eyes again with a grin, slipping back on you. Your hands reach down, unbuttoning my blouse. They say something about procurement specifications and definitions as your fingers work down my front. I pull just barely off your cock, reaching up and stroking your spit-slick shaft as you lean down to undo the last of my buttons and untuck the front of my blouse from my skirt.

“Here, let me bring those up, just a sec.” I tap the mute, spinning my chair to face you and pushing my mouth back on your cock. I reach my arms back to pull off my shirt, tossing it on the floor before unhooking my bra. I letting it slip down my arms and onto the floor too, a tingle shooting up my spine as I bare my tits to the empty office, my head bobbing gently on your cock. I reach up, pulling my long black hair out of my face as I pick up my pace with a grin up to you. My perky tits start bouncing in rhythm with my head as you let out a soft happy sigh. I can tell you’re already almost there. Being naughty in my office is clearly just as fun for you as I’m quickly finding it to be!

I pull off, reaching up and stroking you just over that edge, and you burst onto my grinning face. I quickly lean my splattered face back, pumping spurt after spurt of your sticky goo onto my bared tits, your translucent white sperm criss-crossing my large dark nipples, splattering down onto the front of my dark skirt.

I grin up at you, licking a trace of your cum off my lips. I waggle my eyebrows and turn back to my computer, looking for that procurement spec. It’s in with the purchase order. I pull it up and quickly find the exemption. They’re right. Damn. I grab my coffee. Empty.

I look up at you. “Hey, they’re gonna hit the budget numbers, and then we’re done here. Can you keep an ear out and write them down if they come up? I’m gonna go finish off the coffee pot.” I stand, waggling my empty cup at you, my bare, cum-streaked tits jiggling gently as I do.

“Sure thing, babe.” You nod, your cock still hanging out of your pants, a little string of cum dangling from it. I bend down in front of you, slipping you half into my mouth and noisily slurping up the last of your tasty goo. I step back, grinning and licking my lips as I look down my front.

“You think I’m properly dressed for izmit escort the break room?” I run a finger along the edge of my large, dark nipple, shivering enjoyably as I pull a glob of cum up to my mouth. “I think I’m pretty well covered, but maybe I’ll just toss this on real quick…” I lean down and grab my shirt. Doing this in my cube is one thing, and a lot more fun than I’d expected, but walking to the break room, well, I’m not so sure about all that!

“I dunno…” You step over to me, snatching the shirt from my hand, your hands falling instantly to my hips. You yank down my cum-splattered skirt and it slips easily over my tight little butt, baring my plain pink cotton panties as it falls to the floor. I jump back with a giggling shriek as you snatch up the skirt.

“Oh my god! Stop! There’s no way I’m just going to go wandering around like this! The break room is, like, on the other side of the building!” I grab for my clothes, but you hold them up well out of my reach.

“Go now or I’m taking the panties!” You grin and my eyes go wide.

“You wouldn’t dare!” I scoff, and you lunge. I turn quickly, speeding out of my cube in nothing but my little panties, your cum streaking my chests as I streak through the office, but you’re coming right after me! I shriek again as your hand slips into the back of my panties and yanks back, dragging me to a quick, and very uncomfortable, stop. I try to bend my knees and twist to keep you from pulling my panties off, but as I fall to the floor, that just makes it easier for you to pull them down my legs and around my feet. Naked and laughing, I kick at you as you stand, holding my panties in the air, high above the low cubical walls around us and well out of my reach, the cheap carpet rough on my bare skin.

You step backwards grinning, turning and jogging back to the call to obediently jot down the budget figures should they come up, leaving me naked and chuckling after you on the floor, the cum still streaking my face and bare perky breasts the only thing left covering me.

I stand, the empty coffee cup in hand, and head down the hall toward the break room. I can’t stop grinning as I walk naked through these halls that I walk through every single day, my bare breasts jiggling lightly with each step, my nipples perky with more than just the chill of the air conditioning.

I step past the elevator, my heart racing as I can almost hear it dinging and imagine someone stepping off it to find me here, to maybe just barely catch my bare buns disappearing into the break room as I race away from the elevator doors crawling open behind me.

I walk into the break room and pour the last half-cup of joe into my mug, tossing the jug into the sink and turning on the water. I shut off the machine and open the fridge, the cool air very noticeable on my wet chest, and even more noticeable on the growing wetness between my thighs. I reach down there, my fingers tracing between my smooth little lips, feeling just how achingly wet I really am. Maybe it’s the excitement, but my mind flashes to the wonderful alternative to creamer presently all over me. I close the fridge, and look over by the sink. A spoon! Perfect!

I grab it with my free hand, the other occupied massaging my growingly happy little clitty, and look down. That should be plenty of cream! Leaning against the counter, I scoop a spoonful and stir it into my coffee. I pause as my fingers start to wander further, past my happy little clit, slipping themselves into my as-happy, and very wet, little pussy, my mouth letting out a happy little cry. God, I am totally naked and fingering myself in the fucking break room! And I have cum all over me!

I grin, pulling the spoon out of the coffee. Your cum is still all over it, too. It’s not mixing well at all. Meh, I shrug, slipping the spoon in my mouth, letting my eyes go closed as the taste of the coffee mixes with the taste of your semen, my fingers pushing themselves in and out of my burning pussy, my ass wiggling back and forth behind me as I savor the sensations shooting through me.

Sighing happily, I pull the cleaned-off spoon from my tight lips and stand upright, drawing my fingers from my protesting pussy to pick up my mug. I step backwards through the door to the elevators, pushing it open with my bare butt as I distractedly scoop another helping of your cum from my tits. I stir it casually into my kocaeli ucuz escort coffee as I walk past the elevators and wander naked through my office, grinning like a fool the whole time!

I pull the spoon up to my lips, the sticky goo still stuck on it once more, and I sigh my happy little sigh, enjoying my tasty little treat as I step back into my cube. You’re lounging in my chair, half-hard cock still hanging right out of your pants. I look down, scooping another spoonful of your cream from my chest, stirring it into my coffee. You look up at me curiously, amused.

“You know what? We were all out of creamer!” I shrug, very seriously. You grin as I pull the spoon out, showing you the stuck-on cum, and slip it into my mouth. “This is pretty darn tasty, but I generally prefer it fresh.” I point the spoon casually at your cock.

“You’re welcome to a second helping, babe.” You point at your lap and I grin, starting around the little outcropping of cubical desk between us when you stop me with a wave of your hand. “No, you should lean over the desk and do it.” You grin, “It’ll be more fun!” You push my papers off to the side and I grin back, setting my coffee and spoon on a shelf.

I step over in front of the little cubical desk, looking behind me. If I bend over the desk, my bare ass and achingly wet little pussy will be pointed right out of my cubical. I feel that happy little tingle shoot through me as I lean down across it to you, my nipples grazing the cool surface, “Oh god, I’m getting cum all over it!” I squeak, pressing down against it to get my mouth to reach your lap, my breasts squishing into the surface, slippery with the cum between them and the desktop. You step up, pushing your half-hard cock into my mouth, and I start an awkward bob of my neck at the uncomfortable angle.

I finally start to catch what they’re saying on the call. They’re starting the wrap up. I pull off your quickly stiffening flesh, looking up, “Did you get the budget figures?”

“Uh, no?” You shrug, pushing your cock impatiently against my lips. I frown, shoving you away and tapping at the mute, still laying across my desk, bare ass pointed right out of my cube.

“Hey guys,” I say, straining to reach my mouse and keyboard in my bent over position. I lift one leg onto the desktop and can just reach far enough to work the computer. “I stepped out for coffee for a sec, can we hit the budget figures again real quick? I’m sorry.”

They say it’s no problem, but I’m keeping them from going home. I pull up the spreadsheet. They start rattling things off, and I start filling in blanks. Looks like we’re hitting our expenditure targets for the quarter, that’s good news.

I’m so preoccupied filling in the budget line items I don’t even notice you swooping in behind me until your hands are on my hips and your hot, hard cock is already pushing into my gaping open pussy from behind. “Oh fuck…” I murmur, my eyes flitting shut as my breath catches in my throat.

“Cindy?” The phone replies. I slap the mute.

“Damn you!” My eyes roll closed as your cock pushes itself fully into my suddenly very happy little pussy. “Oh god…” I murmur again.

I look up, tapping at the mute button and quickly regretting it, my voice cracking each time you thrust into me. “Noth-ing sorry, ju-st a – a stu-pid compu-ter thing. Ca-an you re-repeat tha-at last fi-igure?” I slap the mute, letting out a high-pitched little cry as you start to slap harder and harder into me.

I look up at the computer, tapping in what I think is the figure they just rattled off. I hit the mute. “Got i-it.” I bite hard down on my lip to keep from crying out and hit the mute again. “Oh god, harder! Oh fuck yes!” I blurt.

Between sucking you off and my far-too-exciting trip to the break room and the fact that you’re pounding me right on my fucking desk, I’m already peaking, my pussy tightening around your cock as an electric shock shoots through my spine. “Oh fuu-uck…” I manage to gasp, every muscle in my body tightening around your cock as my body writhes on my desktop.

“Cindy?” The phone says. I look over at it in a suddenly panicky haze of ecstasy. Definitely still on mute! Oh, right, just need to do wrap up. I hit it, shockwaves starting to course through me. My voice is high, strained, aching desperately to hold it in, “Go-od me-eti-ing! Go-o ho-me!” I slap darıca escort the speakerphone button, hanging up the call, and cry out again, louder than ever, “Oh fuck yes!” My voice echos lightly in the empty office as your pounding cock pushes my orgasm over the top.

After a brief happy moment of pure tenseness in every muscle of my body, I finally gasp for air, your cock still ramming hard and deep into me, “Oh, fuck, stop, stop… no more…” I whimper, pushing you off me.

“Having fun yet, babe?” You smirk as I lay limply across my desk, still breathing deep, heart rate starting slowly to turn down.

“Shame to waste that nice hard cock,” I say, pushing myself off the desk to a mostly upright, if wobbly, stance. I look around, finding my shirt and skirt sitting on the floor. “So, where’d my panties end up?” I step around the desk, picking up my clothes. No bra, either.

“I put them with your bra.” You grin. I narrow my eyes at you.

“Hmphf.” I snort, pulling on the blouse, buttoning it halfway up in front. “Ya, this isn’t gonna work, my nipples are crazy super visible through this. Aaand, now it’s all cum-streak-y”

“Good!” You grin, and I roll my eyes, snorting another laugh as I step into my skirt.

“Well, at least not the shirt matches the skirt’s cum-streakiness…” I pull it up and around the right way, tucking the my shirt and starting back in on the buttons.

“No, you should definitely leave it there.” You stop me, my blouse still unbuttoned to just below my breasts. I grin, shaking my head incredulously.

“Then you -” I step up to you, “- have to bring this -” I grab your very stiff cock roughly in my hand, “- to the elevator!” I snatch up my purse, stroking you as we walk. We head over to the elevators and tap the button, my wrist still pumping along. I lean down, bent over double, almost spilling out of the almost-entirely-unbuttoned shirt as I slide your hard cock into my mouth, tasting the familiar flavor of my own juices still all over it.

The elevator dings, my ass in the air pointing right at it, your cock in my mouth. You tug at the back of my skirt until I feel your fingers wrap around the bottom hem all the way at the top of the crack of my ass. I wait there, my bare buns and happy little pussy pointing right at anyone who might be on there until the door crawls itself all the way open. My breath catches as I feel that wonderful tingling thrill shoot through me, not knowing for absolute sure what might just be behind me. Grinning, I slip off your cock and stand, turning to the empty elevator, dragging you in after me by your cock as my skirt falls back into place.

I kneel down in the middle of the elevator and you slip yourself back between my lips. I tap the elevator button for the lobby, and start in in earnest, pumping my mouth as hungrily against your cock as it pounded into me.

“Aw, fuck this is good…” You mutter as my head flies back and forth against you. I feel my wide-open top utterly fail to do its job as my breasts bounce free with the wild motion. The elevator slows and dings for the lobby. I can feel your cock burning, tensing, ready to burst in my mouth. I can’t stop now!

I keep thrusting at you as the doors to the lobby crawl open, your cock bursting as they move. I slow down, my eyes smiling up at you while I pull back until just your tip sits between my lips, my hands reaching up to stroke your cock as you pump your sperm into me, coating my tongue. I can already feel it sticking to my teeth.

When I finally slip you out of my mouth, the very last of your cum dribbles onto my chin . I stand, tucking my perky tits and their large, dark nipples back into the light top, the nipples still completely visible right through the thin material, which is, of course, streaked with little dark splotches of your cum from earlier, my dark skirt likewise streaked with matching light splotches.

I open my mouth to you, showing you the white cream filling it, and head out across the lobby. I walk past the guard to a “Goodnight Ms. Belle,” to which I spin, wave and smile a tight-lipped, sweet smile in reply.

I step quickly out into the cool air before the guard takes a second look, shivering as I find it cooler still without any underwear on. You step out after me and I open those tight lips, showing off my still-full mouth. I close, swallow, and open again to show you it’s all gone.

“Good stand in for our previous plans, babe?” You smirk, pointing to your lip, mirroring to me where I’ve still got that dribble of cum.

“Next time I work late, maybe I won’t have to cancel!” I smile back, my tongue reaching out to snatch up your stray drop. I lick my lips and swallow, grinning. “Mmm-mm! Coffee and cum, good to the last drop!”

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