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How can we escape the record high summer temperatures when our AC goes out? Since it’s been broken we’ve done everything we can to avoid being in the house; we’ve been to the movies, been out to eat for nearly every meal, hung out at our friend’s houses and took the world’s longest trip to the grocery market. It’s been utterly miserable and adding to that stress, it’s far too hot for any contact sexually for days now. The celibacy is wearing on me and I’m sure you know it but with heat like this, there’s not a thing we could do about it.

Today though, the misery ends as the repairman is due to arrive in the evening. Until then we have one last respite we haven’t visited yet, the mall. You are very aware of my hatred of shopping but I’m a bit desperate and it beats melting at home alone I suppose. So with reluctance, I come. Inside, it’s bustling with people who had the same idea as us. The food court, stores and sitting areas are packed with more people than I’ve seen in a mall in my entire life. As soon as we hit the main rotunda you begin walking with purpose. You hurry past all your favorite stores to my surprise.

“Where are we going? I thought we’d just be window shopping?” I say.

You turn to me with an expressionless look, clearly acknowledging that you heard me but quickly return to your determined stride. Finally you stop, and a shocked expression shoots across my face; you’ve led me to the entrance of a boutique lingerie store. I’m not upset or displeased, just shocked. You never wear lingerie and most of your panties and bras are fairly vanilla.

You enter the store and I stand outside looking around, excited to see what you may be purchasing, but cautious enough to know you probably won’t. After only a moment you return and grab my hand, pulling me from my trance and leading me inside.

“Millie, what do you plan to buy here?” I ask with poorly concealed eagerness and excitement.

You turn again to look at me, but this time a small smirk breaks from the corner of your mouth.

“May I help you?” A saleswoman breaks the tension.

“No,” you bark while turning your head to her and spit out as fast as possible, “I know exactly what I’m here for.”

Once she leaves your march continues to a specific table and it dawns on me; you knew exactly where the item you wanted was, you’ve been here before. You bend down at the waist reaching to the back of the stack of lingerie and caught up in the heat of it all I find myself tracing the curves of your butt with my eyes, without a care in the world of all the other shoppers. Almost instantly my arousal becomes physical.

You quickly role up the piece so I can’t see it, only noting it’s dark black color. Grabbing my hand again and interlocking our fingers you smile and bring me to the very back of the store where the wall is lined with dressing rooms facing the showroom, then through the large glass windows, the main corridor of the mall.

Parting the curtain of a booth, you step inside. Meanwhile my excitement gebze escort has built so much that I mindlessly take a step in behind you. With only one foot inside you lay three fingers across my chest and playfully push me back out. As we maintain eye contact, myself eager for sexual release, you close the curtain leaving only your ankles visible.

I watch your feet for a few moments, you’re entirely still. I realize what has happened, you wanted to be adventurous but here at the finish line you can’t commit and that’s okay. All of this was out of character for you and leaving your comfort zone for my benefit was more than I could ask for. Then your denim shorts fall to the ground, pooling over your sandals. You’re really doing it.

I watch your feet gently pry the shorts away then see your hands come down to remove the sandals completely. I wait patiently for your panties to hit the floor too or for you to insert your legs into the lingerie but that never comes. The curtain whisks all the way open and there you are facing me head on smiling from ear to ear.

My eyes lock onto your chest immediately and I feel myself begin to swell. You stand in front of me totally still, laser focused on my eyes while my own eyes explore your body. Two black straps over your shoulders support a chemise. A dense lace pattern hides you’re breasts from me but it does little to stop my imagination. Below, a looser lace adorns your ribcage and continues down across your stomach. Flanking either side of the the lace is an enticing sheer material, it takes all my will power not to run my hands over either side of your waist – feeling the sheer material and pulling you close. Lastly and separate from the chemise, you wear a pair of frilly laced black panties with a small bow in front.

I’m amazed and stunned by your sudden interest in lingerie when my head instinctively turns around towards the door and I see the room full of shoppers and corridor full of mall patrons. Although nobody is staring it feels as if they all are.

“Millie! What are you doing? They’re all going to see you like this” I whisper as loudly as I can muster while shifting my legs and feet in an attempt to hide my growing erection which was now noticeably bulging from my jeans.

The same three fingers you used to push me out of the room earlier hooked the neckline of my shirt and pull me in. By the time I realized what was happening the curtain was shut and you and I were face to face in the small room, your head nearly pressed to my chest.

“Millie,” I break the silence again, but again it’s met with a blank stare as you crane your neck to look up at me in such a tight space.

You’re still yet again, not having said a word to me since we entered the mall – but I understand exactly what you wanted, exactly what you needed. It felt like an eternity with us staring at each other. We both know the next move was mine to make and I was already sure I was going to take it but I wouldn’t let you know, gümüşhane escort I want to drag out this silent sexual tension as long as I could.

I broke, the anticipation reached its boiling point and I needed to act. My hands raised to either side of your hips and grabbed you firmly. Finally closing the small gap between us, our lips met and for a second just rested against each other. My lips spread a bit more to encompass your mouth, my hands tightened on the sheer fabric and I walked you back slowly until your back was against the wall.

Sliding my hands up the sides of your body I stopped only for a moment, tempted as I grazed your breasts. I continued though, taking your arms and raising them both above your head, leaving your body entirely vulnerable to me. With that, I brought my waist in close so you can feel my manhood pressed against you.

Our kissing grew more and more passionate until I dropped your arms back to your sides. Instantly my hands move to your clavicle, rubbing your upper chest a bit before hooking onto each of the straps and sliding them off your shoulders. You eagerly move your arms through the holes but the from fitting shape allowed the lingerie to hug your body.

A small bench in the corner provided me a place to sit as I pull you onto my lap facing me. Our kissing resumes furiously as I feel your nails dig into my biceps. I reach up and massage both breasts and a small moan escapes your mouth into mine, but that only makes my groping more forceful. Before long I rolled down your loosened chemise letting your breasts and stiffened nipples fall free with a slight bounce.

My kisses leave your mouth and move to your neck, you love it of course but I had tunnel vision. I was on a hunt and two new targets had just become available. I leave a steady trail of kisses until the firm muscle of your upper chest gives way to the softness of your breasts. My tongue reaches out to make the first contact, slowly circling an erect nipple. I hear you clench your jaw and stifle another moan, this time louder. My mouth opens wide like a lion and engulfs the nipple and half the breast itself. Lightly biting down, I let my teeth gently rake along your skin before beginning a steady suck over your nipple. Before too long I move onto the other showing it an equal amount of tender care.

My hands wander to your panty-clad ass and squeez tightly while I continue sucking. Subconsciously my hips had begin a rhythmic thrust making you throw your head back, causing your hair to hang free. The pleasant scent of your wet sex began to reach my nose, driving me to suckle even harder and increase the speed of my thrusting.

Suddenly, I take a handful of your hair and force your head back even further. Another audible moan escapes, growing dangerously loud. I release your sore nipple from my mouth and peel you off me. With a hand on the back of your neck, I push you to bend over deeply, your hands instinctively shoot up to brace yourself izmir escort against the wall. With your hands occupied, I slide your panties down and throw them in the pile of our clothes leaving only your lingerie on, covering only your stomach with your breasts dangling from your body. Bent over, your ass and pussy come into view at eye level before I rise back up. Listening, you hear the distinct sound of my belt coming undone and hitting the floor as I kicked them into our growing mountain of discarded clothes.

My left hand reaches out and grabs the back of your neck again as my right hand carreses the small of your back, making its way to your butt. With another tight squeeze my manhood comes into contact with your cheeks, instinctively I rub it up and down as if to mark my territory. My right hand continued down further between your legs until it reached your glistening sex.

Warm and wet my fingers easily slide inside you to find your clit. Your hips gyrate a bit and you began to moan louder yet. I continue rubbing and swirling the small nub around my finger, only removing my hand twice; once to taste you and a second time to make you taste yourself.

With your moaning becoming consistent, I slide my fingers back out, letting them briefly penetrate deeper. My hands return to where they started on your waist, grabbing the sheer cloth of the lingerie and forcing your back further into an arch. You know what is coming next and you want it badly. I can feel the want in your trembling body, smell the want in your wetness and hear the want in your moaning as it becomes less and less controlled.

My cock presses to your pussy before parting your lips slowly. You can feel every inch push deeper at a snails pace until it is fully inside you, putting incredible pressure inside you with its girth. Once their, my pace quickens finding a cadence. We’re in our own world in the small room, the noise of your soaking pussy is hidden by your own loud moaning and my bated breath, the sounds of the busy mall just inches away are completely drowned out.

“Ma’am? Sir?” The saleswomans voice is heard over our noise with a mix of concern and embarrassment.

We both turn to the curtain but our rhythm doesn’t stop. So close, we couldn’t possibly stop now. We see our combined pile of clothes had spilled out underneath the curtain, probably meaning our feet and position are known too to anybody taking notice. My pace speeds up again and your moans grow to near screams as I repeatedly hit your G-spot with the head of my cock. You feel my cock twitching inside you preparing to cum any second. The curtain suddenly flys open revealing the saleswoman and a small crowd gathered in the store. We look up to lock eyes with them but it’s happening now, there’s nothing either of us can do to stop it and at this point we don’t care.

You scream in pure pleasure without holding back, staring a stranger in the eyes. A loud breath I had been holding escapes me with equal force and I bury my cock deep inside you. My cum hits you hard and fast, hot and sticky. Multiple long shots of cum, built up over a celibate week fill you from the inside out, leaving your pussy instantly dripping in front of the crowd as I spin you around and pull you against my body in a vain attempt to preserve your modesty.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
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This is chapter 3 in a series of stories about a young couple whose sex life is limited to separately enjoyed porn and masturbation and their struggle to achieve a more balanced sex life. It is recommended that the reader have read the prior chapters to maintain continuity. Material in italics describers a character’s fantasy.

Keena took her time getting home from the park after her morning exhibitionism. She walked well down the hill from their home, stopped for a coffee at the local Starbucks, and picked up a few groceries for dinner that night. By the time she walked back to their home it was nearing 11:30. She was surprised to find Gabe puttering about in the kitchen when she arrived home.

“My, what are you doing here?” she asked. It was unheard of for Gabe to come home for lunch.

Gabe looked at her for a long moment of silence, but he just couldn’t work up the nerve to launch into the sexual confession he had planned in the park, responding lamely, “Oh, I had to deliver some papers to a major donor to the church that lives out here and I thought I would stop and see if I could buy you lunch?”

“Lunch?” Another first. He never bought her lunch.

“Sure. Nothing fancy. I thought we would try that new pub that’s over on 18th street.”

“Uh, sure.” Keena looked at her watch. It said 11:30.

“Can I freshen up?” she asked. She expected she reeked of sex after her masturbation in the park. “I’ve been walking in the park and I need to grab a quick shower and some clean clothes. These are a bit casual for lunch out. Perhaps you can put these groceries away for me while I shower.”

“Oh for sure,” Gabe said. Then he asked, “Do you always walk on Thursdays?”

“Uhh. No not really. I don’t have a regular schedule, but I do like to walk there this time of year. It’s so nice now.”

She showered and changed and they had lunch. He was more talkative than usual, but aside from repeating his question about the park, most of his conversation was about his work, a topic of little interest to Keena.

As he drove her home after lunch and she thought, what the heck. Might as well give it a try.

He stopped the car before the house and she looked over at him and said, “My it’s 1:30. Have I ruined your afternoon?”

“Of course not.”

“Okay, I was just wondering how much work day you would have left by the time you get back to the office.”

“Oh.”

They were silent for a minute as she screwed up her courage. She hated asking him for sex, but… he never asked, so… she waited through a long silence and then said, “I thought you might just like a little… what do they call it… ‘afternoon delight’?”

“Oh.” He was silent, looking at his lap as she waited for his response. “Oh,” he repeated. “No not today. I still have work to do. I better get back downtown.”

“Oh. Yeah. Sure. I understand,” she said, once again feeling humiliated by Gabe’s rejection. Keena quickly got out of the car and walked up the front walk, without looking back. She heard him drive away before she reached the front door.

“Well that went well,” she said to herself, once she was seated in the kitchen. “Not,” she responded. Keena was in a sour mood. She hated it when he turned her down. Gabe was a problem for Keena.

As Gabe drove away he was totally dismayed that he had failed to work up his courage to confront Keena about her sexuality and disclose his to her. Later, when Keena had proposed and afternoon romp in the sack, he had rejected her proposal out of fear that she would learn how perverse his real sexual interests were. “This situation has to change,” he told himself, “But how? Sure I know now that she is not the pure sweet thing I have imagined her to be, but does that really mean she will accept me as I actually am with all my deviant sex tastes? And if she doesn’t? What then? ” He got almost nothing done that afternoon at the office. Keena was a problem for Gabe.

Dinner was a replay of lunch, except Keena did the cooking and the clean-up. And she didn’t propose sex. She declined to watch TV and went to bed early, reading a lackluster murder mystery until she fell asleep. During the night she had an erotic dream about Beer Cooler Guy.

Her mood was much better in the morning. Gabe went off to work and Keena spent the morning puttering about in the yard and then went to the market (fully clothed this time) to get groceries for dinner. She didn’t give much thought to the events of the last couple of days, having apparently satiated herself with her debauchery. She knew her new found sex drive tended to come and go, but she was learning that when it was present, it was hard to ignore.

The weekend was similarly uneventful, except Gabe was around a bit more. On Saturday they slept in and had a leisurely breakfast out before Gabe went off for an afternoon’s golf with their retired neighbor, Arnie Roberts. That evening Arnie and his wife Lisa joined van escort them for dinner. They grilled steaks and shared a couple of bottles of wine. Keena hadn’t met the Roberts beyond an occasional hello over the fence between the two houses. She was somewhat surprised when Gabe invited them to dinner, but Gabe and Arnie had been playing golf regularly of late, so Keena thought, sure why not.

Arnie was not what anyone would call a handsome man–short (maybe 5-4 with a stretch), more than a little plump, and swarthy. Even if he shaved daily his face was covered with a dark stubble by late in the day. In his mid-forties, his hair line had receded to the point of leaving him with a completely bald top poorly disguised by an anemic comb over. But one thing that was immediately noticeable about him was that he seemed to have an enormous energy level, lots to say about anything and everything. As he talked his blue eyes glittered with excitement as he watched for people’s interest in what he had to say. Much of what he had to say had a lewd undertone–nothing express, but often implied in a noticeable way. Throughout the evening his eyes were repeatedly scanning Keena’s figure.

Lisa was dramatically different from Arnie. She was tall and leggy, a bit younger than Arnie, but nonetheless carrying just a bit more weight than she had perhaps in her youth. But she carried it well. Her hips were a bit broad, but still round, firm looking, and attractive, and her breasts were large. There was probably a bit more weight at her waist than she would have liked but her dress hid it nicely. She had thick blonde hair that was carefully styled so it hung in graceful curves to her shoulders and her makeup was restrained, but accented her large brown eyes. In short, she was gorgeous, Keena thought. Since Arnie was obviously determined to carry the conversation Lisa sat back and let him do so, watching the reactions of Keena and Gabe to Arnie’s exuberance and putting in a word or two here and there to restrain Arnie when she thought he was going too far. Arnie made all the noise in the family, but Keena sensed that Lisa was in control when it mattered to her.

Gabe went to bed shortly after the Roberts left, leaving Keena to do the dishes. As she cleaned up Keena realized that something about dinner had made her horny. “What was it?” she asked herself. “We didn’t talk about sex. At least not explicitly, although it is amazing how Arnie can give every conversation a sexual overtone.” By the time Keena finished the dishes she realized that Arnie Roberts had been staring at her boobs throughout dinner. Instead of being outraged or at least annoyed by Arnie’s conduct, she was horny. Arnie was far from the kind of man Keena ever imagined she would be attracted to, but about half way through dinner she realized that she was enjoying his illicit attention. What Arnie was doing was ill mannered, bordering on rude, but every time she caught him looking she felt a little twinge in her sex, and towards the end of dinner she even stuck her chest out a bit in response. She realized her response to Arnie’s behavior was just as bad as Arnie’s conduct. But it was fun. Arnie was far from handsome, but his personality exuded a sexual magnetism that was unmistakable.

There was part of a bottle of wine left and Keena took it to the back porch for a nightcap. She knew she was going to masturbate again, but she had not been willing to risk awaking Gabe by sneaking into their bedroom to retrieve her night gown. After a few fumbling attempts to fondle herself through her clothing she said, “Oh fuck this.” She stood and stripped of her dress, bra, and panties, tossing them casually to one side. Now she could lie nude on the chez lounge as she had a couple of nights earlier. As before, there was enough light leaking from her kitchen windows to make her readily visible to anyone who was watching. As soon as she was stretched out in the nude on the patio chair she saw the light go off in the Roberts’ upstairs bedroom. “He’s watching again,” she thought as she felt a flash of passion.

When Keena first stepped out onto the back porch with the intention of masturbating she told herself it would just be a quickie–just to relieve the sexual tension built up during dinner. But once she had stripped off all of her clothes and was lying nude on her patio she felt a need for a more extended masturbation session. “After all,” she told herself as she took a swig of wine from the bottle she had brought out from the kitchen, “it’s been almost two days since I even touched myself. So what if that nasty Arnie Roberts is watching. That will just make it better.”

She began by massaging her boobs. Oh, how delicious this feels she thought. It wasn’t long before she was pinching and pulling on her nipples with one hand and the other hand had wandered down to her pussy where it was softly stroking that sensitive tissue between her yalova escort outer lips. My god, I’m wet she thought. How did I get so worked up?

Oh yeah, it was that nasty Arnie Roberts who kept staring at my tits during dinner she thought. When she had first decided to masturbate on the porch she assumed she would fantasize about Beer Cooler Guy. Imagining sex with him had been a regular feature of her recent masturbation. But it didn’t turn out that way. Instead it was Arnie Roberts who appeared in her fantasy. Arnie and his lurid cock. As she stroked herself she let her mind wander through an imagined lewd encounter with Arnie. There was no reason to expect that Arnie would have such a large and, yes, obscene cock. But that was her imagination conjured up:

She had stepped out to the kitchen to stack the dishes, leaving Gabe and the Roberts in the living room. Keena was standing at the sink scraping the dishes when she heard someone enter the kitchen. She looked over her shoulder and saw it was Arnie. He was leaning against the door jamb staring at her. His fly was open and his obscene, fully erect, cock was pointed at her. It was long and it had this lurid curve that she had never imagined before. As she turned to look at him she saw that he had a lewd smile and he was stroking his dick with his right hand.

Keena put her hand to her mouth and stood staring at Arnie. She should have been offended, no outraged, at his blatant conduct. It had been one thing to stare at her tits during dinner (and yes, she had encouraged him by thrusting her chest out a few times) but to now stand before her masturbating his cock while their spouses chatted amiably in the other room (she could vaguely hear them) was just unbelievable.

But Keena’s reaction was not one of offense or outrage. It was one of pure lust. She had let herself get a little worked up during dinner as she enjoyed Arnie’s staring at her tits. Now, as she stood staring at his obscene display of his long curved dick, she felt her pussy gush. Fuck the people in the other room. She wanted that dick.

As she lay naked on her back porch letting her lurid fantasy run through her head Keena had two fingers in her cunt. Where had this fantasy come from, she thought? There was nothing sexy about Arnie. Not like Beer Cooler Guy. He was tall and handsome with a well trimmed, full head of hair and a neatly cut, thick, full beard. Arnie was short and fat with a balding head and a rough, dark stubble on his face. But Keena realized as she pumped her fingers in and out making a lewd squishy noise that Arnie was the kind of man whose sex appeal arises not from his appearance, but from his conduct, from his own obsession with sex, and his willingness to inflict it on women he found attractive. Arnie was a bad boy and Keena was loving it as she let her fantasy flow:

Instead of screaming when she saw Arnie and his wicked appendage, Keena let her hands drop and stood staring as Arnie masturbated. After a moment or two she leaned back against the kitchen counter thrusting her hips out. She raised a hand and crooked her finger telling Arnie to come closer. She wanted him much closer.

“Show me your tits first,” he said

“What about the others?” she whispered.

“They’re busy,” he said, continuing to stroke his cock. She could see a gleaming drop of precum on the tip.

She stood staring, watching Arnie’s obscene conduct… and slowly unbuttoning her blouse. Once the buttons were fully released she pulled the tails from her skirt and then released her front clasping bra, holding the cups in place as she licked her lips and stared at his cock. He took a step into the kitchen and said, “Take it all the way off.”

“Shhh. They’ll hear you,”

“They won’t care,” he said. For no good reason at all she believed him. She stripped off her blouse and bra, setting them on the counter. Now she was standing half naked before him fondling her tits as she watched Arnie masturbate.

This is crazy, she thought as he walked towards her, letting his dick swing before him.

“You have beautiful tits,” he said. He pushed her hands aside and began to roughly massage each of her breasts. It felt delicious. Keena reached down and began to stroke his dick, using the drip of precum for lube. She loved the feel of his cock in his hand. The surface was soft and warm, but it was hard as an iron bar. “There is nothing like the feel of a good hard cock,” she told herself.

“Suck it,” he said. “Suck my cock and get me off so we can go back to the living room.”

Keena was in an erotic fog. She dropped to her knees before him and began to suck his cock. She couldn’t fit all of it in her mouth so she used one hand to fondle the shaft with twisting strokes lubed with saliva she let spill. She used her other hand to pull her skirt up around her waist. Pushing her panties aside, she began to rub her clit.

She twisted çorlu escort and turned her head, letting the head of Arnie’s cock push against one cheek and then the other, then pushing it as far into her mouth as she could get it before starting to gag when it threatened to invade her throat. Then she pulled back using her tongue and lips to apply suction to Arnie’s cock After a good two or three minutes of sucking Arnie’s obscene cock she pulled back, dropping her head to suck his balls into his mouth. His balls were big and hung low in a sack beneath the base of his cock, just like a bull. She licked the front of his cock starting at the base and working up to the tip, before sucking it back into her mouth. All the while she continued to drag her fingers across her engorged clit. Keena had completely forgotten the people in the living room now. There was nothing in her mind but this beautiful cock and massive balls before her and the fire raging in her core as she stroked her clit.

That was when she heard Gabe call out from the living room, “Keena, are you about done in there?”

She pulled her head back from Arnie’s prick and responded loudly, “Oh yes, I’ll be done in just a minute.” She heard Arnie react with a chuckle. He was getting close, or at least he had been before Gabe’s interruption of Keena’s blow job.

Gabe responded, “Okay, bring me a glass of ice water when you finish.”

She had Arnie’s cock back in her mouth at that point and she gagged in laughter at the absurdity of this conversation. She pulled her head back sucking hard and let Arnie’s cock escape with a pop. “Yes dear. I will. It’ll only be a moment.”

She sucked Arnie in again, savoring the taste of his freely flowing precum. He grabbed both sides of her head and begin aggressively fucking her face. Oh how nasty, Keena thought. He’s fucking my face, just like Gabe does my cunt, only he’s bigger and harder. Then he pulled back and stood before her stroking his cock.

“Come on Arnie. Show me what you’ve got. Coat me with your cum,” she said. As she watched him stroke his cock she noticed the thick hair on his forearms and even on the backs of his fingers wrapped around his prick. The image was obscene.

After only a few strokes his prick erupted with repeated spurts of thick, creamy ejaculation, coating her face and tits with cum as Arnie groaned. Keena grabbed his prick and sucked the last few drops of cum out of it as it withered.

He quickly zipped up and walked out the kitchen door without so much as a thank you. As Keena rose to her feet she could hear him starting a conversation with Gabe about golf. She turned and looked at the kitchen widow. It was dark out and the window was like a mirror. She could see her reflection, nude from the waist up, with Arnie’s cum dripping from her face and tits, and running down her throat. There were flecks of it in her hair. My god he had a lot of cum, she thought. She grabbed a towel and quickly cleaned up and put her clothes back on. She wanted to skip the bra to show Arnie how much she had enjoyed his seduction, but she was sure the others would notice. Then she said, “Fuck it,” and left the bra on the counter so that when she walked into the living room with Gabe’s glass of water her tits were swinging freely and obviously beneath her blouse. She had left the top couple of buttons un-fastened so that when she leaned forward to set Gabe’s glass of ice water before him, he got a good look at her breasts.

Keena was lying on the back porch roughly finger fucking herself, her legs spread obscenely, as she finished spinning out her fantasy. “Oh fuck. I’m so close. So fucking close. Yes, yes, yes.” then silence for a brief moment as she felt her approaching climax seize control of her body. She arched her back and screamed, “Ayiheeee,” as the first wave of her climax roared through her. There were several lesser waives, each accompanied by a groan and then she collapsed on the chez lounge, satiated.”

She lay there until she felt recovered. Then she sat up and finished the bottle of wine. “Wow,” she said. “Where the fuck did that fantasy come from?” she shook her head, picked up her clothes, and walked naked back into the house. Keena slept very well that night.

Gabe did not sleep well that night. He had again watched Keena masturbating on the back porch, just as he had a couple of nights before, once again masturbating himself to a massive climax before hurrying back to the bedroom to feign sleep when Keena arrived. He tossed and turned throughout the night struggling to decide how to tell Keena how much he enjoyed watching her masturbate.

On Sunday Gabe and Keena went to church, a lackluster service she thought. Keena stayed after the service for a meeting of a church charity group, but Gabe hurried home to meet Arnie for another round of golf. That was a little unusual she thought–for them to play golf twice on the same weekend. He told her it was the second day of a tournament they had started the day before. All in all it was a very ho-hum weekend (aside from Keena’s little adventure on the back porch). Neither Gabe nor Keena made any effort on Sunday to bring up the subject of sex, or the lack thereof.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmami ister misin?
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Author’s note: Just another cooked up story, something unlikely to happen, but would be great if it did as it is a fantasy of mine. Everyone is over 18 obviously.

***

Over the years I mastered the art of masturbation. Pleasing yourself is one of the best cures for, well … everything really. That long drawn out pleasure culminating in an orgasm beyond equal was a quest I had perfected over thousands of sessions of self-control.

Bringing yourself exquisitely to the peak and then pausing everything before you go tumbling over the edge is a satisfaction unto itself.

The end result is like nothing anyone else can give you unless they are skilled in the art themselves. Many look down on masturbation as an illness or an addiction. But I disagree. I love the sensation of my sperm rushing through my dick, those few seconds of total ecstasy, and if it is an addiction, then so be it.

I think it is fair to point out that I have been married for over twenty years now, and thankfully, my wife enjoys sex as much as I do. Our love making is often, and commonly culminates in her orgasming five to six times in the span of a few minutes.

I try to hold back as much as possible using my technique when we end up masturbating together. Such a satisfying feeling knowing that your partner is on the same level of horniness as you are.

Naturally, being so oversexed does have its disadvantages. And that is of wanting to experience that sensation continuously. Sometimes I used to manage to lay off during the day, but mostly I just would go nuts, requiring a release which would not only satisfy me sexually, but also mentally.

My office hours were a bit weird, to say the least. I was the IT Administrator in an industrial electronics factory, and I strangely had a 6.45am to 3.15pm shift. Break time was a thirty minute stop at half past twelve, and this, was my magic time.

I had just one colleague in the office with me, and he would promptly disappear home for lunch at a quarter past twelve, and return an hour later, disregarding the thirty minute break time. None of us cared.

So I started to use that hour for my pleasurable moments. Sixty minutes were far more than enough for me to get my rocks off. I would lock the door, leave the key in the lock, turn off the lights, check the door again, and visit some sites on my iphone for visual stimulation.

Whenever anyone called me afterwards and complained that they could not contact me, I always told them that I would be taking a power nap and it was my official break time anyway. This was accepted without question naturally. And most of the time every technician and engineer would be enjoying his or her break. The calls petered out in fact after a couple of weeks.

For months I was in heaven. My thirty minutes slice of heaven. I cannot imagine how much sperm I deposited in tissues. I became bolder week by week and resorted to taking my trousers and underwear completely off me. I’d lay back on my swivel chair, prop my feet on the desk, and pump away to my satisfaction.

Alas, even the best laid plans go awry. To this day I cannot even imagine how it happened, but it did.

One day I forgot to lock the door…

There I was, spread-eagled on my chair, eyes closed, breathing raggedly as I was ready to go over the edge and have my cum splatter onto the desk, opening my eyes to see my friend Elysia at the door, one hand to her mouth in surprise, her eyes on my hand pumping my cock.

I just couldn’t stop. I had no control, and I realised that all my well rehearsed procedures were out the window that day. I can see it all again now, as if in slow motion, sperm blasting out of my cock, and my friend at the door, looking absolutely shocked but intrigued. At that moment it did not register with me that she had come in and closed the door behind her, while I came down from a massive massive high.

Getting caught had actually made me cum harder than ever.

All too soon I came to my senses, and pulled myself together… I really had no excuse for this behaviour.

“I’m sorry” I said, lowering my legs off the desk and hiding my erection, “You really should not have seen this. I hope it does not affect your opinion of me.”

“You don’t have to apologize”, El said. “It’s not something I haven’t done.”

I raised my eyebrows in surprise. “Really? You masturbate?”

“Duh! I may be a girl, but that doesn’t mean I don’t have urges. Although to be fair, I’ve never done it at work. For what it’s worth, your secret is safe with me.”

“Thank you. This is very embarrassing. I lock the door and double check to make sure it is firmly closed. I can’t imagine how I left it open.”

“Accidents happen”, she smiled. “Happy accidents.”

“Lucky that it was you though. I can’t think what could have happened if one of the managers had come in instead.”

Her smile told me enough. Strangely enough, I was still very hard, and would have indulged myself in another wank. That was not going to happen now, as we both urfa escort looked at my sperm on the desk. I looked at Elysia, and she was grinning. I was mortified.

“What now?” she asked.

“Well, I would have gladly had another round, but that’s out the window now. Perhaps, it’s time for me to get dressed.” I said.

“I’ll give you a minute to do so” she replied. “Are you locking the door?”

Her smile was infectious. Perhaps this was not going to be too bad for our relationship after all.

El opened the door and left the office, closing the door behind her. I got up, wiped my dick with some wipes, gathered the sperm from the desk, and put on my jeans. I knocked on the door to advise the girl that I was done.

“I, uh, I need to wash my hands.” I told her.

“No doubts.”

The bathroom was just next door, and I pondered the situation while washing my hands. Elysia was a good friend. More than that. We confided many things to each other, little secrets that perhaps we would tell only to our dearest friends.

She was way younger than me. In fact her father Steve was an ex class-mate of mine. I made a vow there and then that I would tell her the whole truth and no way try to mislead her. She would have to take it or leave it.

I need not have worried. When I entered my office, she was seated on Justin’s swivel chair, feet on the desktop, her hands above her head, breasts jutting out prominently. Wow. Why had I never noticed those jugs?

“So how long have you been doing this?” she asked.

“What makes you think I have been doing this regularly?”

“Fairly obvious. It’s not the first time I came in for a chat and found the door locked. Your story of having a power nap worked for me. Actually, many people make fun of it. Probably jealous” she said, twisting a lock of her hair around her fingers, a sure sign of deep thinking. “Most managers nap with their door open anyways.”

We laughed at her words, remembering some of our older managers actually sleeping at their desk.

“Listen El, you’re one of my best friends here. I’m not going to lie to you at all.” I composed myself and continued. “I love having orgasms. I love the way I can manage to bring myself to the brink and keep myself there for many minutes.

I love the way I can time it just right and let loose an almighty one. It’s the feeling of absolute control. Yeah, I know, I’m married. And honestly, my wife and I have great sex. But there is just something wicked about it all.

I just need a regular release. And when I realized that Justin was gone every day for an hour, I hit on this plan. Worked fine. Until fifteen minutes ago.” I ended with a smile.

“Wow. Thanks for sharing that. To be honest, I know the feeling. I haven’t got a boyfriend, but I still have to masturbate at least three times a week. I would be on edge constantly, otherwise. Also, I have never seen anyone do it in real life. Turned me on, you know? I could have left quietly when I saw you pumping your cock, but I wanted, no, I needed to stay to see you finish off.”

I nodded, knowing full well what she meant at the start, and a bit embarrassed at how she ended.

“Can I join you tomorrow?” The question came like a thunderclap in the sun.

“What do you mean?” My mind wasn’t working properly at that time.

“Well, I can just come over, sit in this chair and watch you. Or even join in if I so fancy it.”

I really did not know how to answer that. But why not? She was an adult after all, and if she got her rocks that way, then so be it. I nodded my assent, and she left with a smile.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully. A barrage of tickets to be closed, and emails to be answered. One of the last mails came from Elysia, with the words “I can’t wait until tomorrow.”

I didn’t know whether to feel elated or upset. I didn’t even think about the fact that once again she would see me naked, and of course, masturbating. Did I want it to happen? Yes, of course I did… Whether I could go ahead with it was another matter.

It actually excited me that somebody would watch me. My wife would go mental if she knew it, obviously, but some secrets are better kept to one’s self.

That evening my wife came to bed wearing a short black negligee which immediately set me on fire. Like I said before, we’ve always had a good sex life, and the next hour proved just how much in sync we were.

We had discovered anal sex only very recently, and it was honestly amazing. We rued the years we lost.

Her asshole was just like this long smooth tube, just made for being fucked. After initial trepidations, we took to it like the proverbial ducks to water. We actually preferred it to vaginal sex. Or at least, we had more anal sex than normal.

We played along with our masturbatory and anal sex for a long time, but the aching for release eventually took over, and we exploded simultaneously. I loved it when we came together.

We ground against each other in passion, my sivas escort cock already becoming too sensitive as she continued on to another three orgasms. Jackie was totally uninhibited, as I was, and anything went. She continued pinching her own nipples as she groaned in ecstasy.

I always showered after anal sex. No other option. Cleanliness was vitally important. No big deal though, as we had an ensuite bathroom.

I washed quickly, taking extra care in cleaning out under my foreskin and the head. I winced as I rubbed my cock head. Still too sensitive. I finished, toweled myself dry and made my way to bed, where my wife was already asleep.

I turned on the television to get some sports but slipped under within a few minutes. Unconsciously, as I felt my eyes grow way too heavy, I switched the TV off, and slept a deep restful night.

As usual, I was up by five am, and quietly made my way to the bathroom for a quick pee. I had washed before I slept, so it was just making my way to the kitchen and turning the kettle on for a cup of tea.

We never had (or wanted) children, so I was still naked, the early air cool on my skin.

While the kettle boiled, I went to the closet and picked up a pair of grey slacks and a black shirt. I always wore the same. I couldn’t pretend to understand fashion. So boring.

Fifteen minutes later, teeth suitably brushed, I made my way to the garage and grabbed my bicycle. It made more sense to use a bike. I only lived three miles away from work, and the traffic would already be difficult to navigate in a car. I loved biking anyway. It was my rush.

Within a few minutes I was at work, and I walked my bike to a rack before punching in.

The factory had already come to life and as usual, I greeted many of the girls. It was important for me to have good relations with the people I worked with. I never considered myself above them despite my high station in life at work.

Subconsciously I was aware of what was going to happen today, and I was hoping that perhaps Elysia would be caught up in testing and would be unable to make it.

No such luck. As I switched on my desktop PC and loaded my email app, I saw that there was already a reminder from her. She gallantly offered to put it off if I was unsure, but that she would love to be in on the action.

I replied to the email with an emoji wink and a smile. The dice was now thrown.

The phone rang. It was Justin, asking if he could take the day off. I replied that we had nothing planned and that it was okay by me. Good. One less thing to worry about.

Honestly, by eleven, I was a nervous wreck. I was hoping the time would come quickly but dreading the moment.

Soon enough, it was time. The knock on the door sent me in a momentary panic, but I soon recovered.

I told whoever was on the other side to come in, and I was surprised to see El wearing a skirt. I’d never seen her in a skirt. What the hell was happening.

She saw the look on my face and said, “You don’t think you’re going to enjoy this on your own, did you?”

I had no answer really.

“How are we doing this?” I asked.

“Well, you use your chair, and I will use Justin’s. Same as you did before. But I will be enjoying myself over here.”

I nodded assent, as I made sure the door was locked.

“Do you want me to check that?” she asked with a laugh.

“No. Plenty secure.”

And there we were. I unbuckled my belt, and drew down my zipper, kicking off my shoes into a corner. I took my slacks off, carefully folding them over a monitor. El drew down the zipper on the side of her skirt, let it fall to the floor, and stepped out of it.

She was wearing a sensible pair of white cotton panties. Not too flattering, but probably comfortable.

My cock was already hardening when she said, “On three.”

Our underwear went down to our ankles, and we looked at each other in curiosity. She had already seen my dick, although probably not in early stages of arousal.

She had a pussy which I could only describe as exquisite. No clit showing, no lips hanging down. A clean, shaven, clamshell pussy just like I loved.

We nodded to each other and made our way to our respective chairs.

My cock was already standing at full mast by that time. I hardened quickly. The funny thing is that although we were in each other’s presence, we could not see each other’s naughty bits.

I started wanking while looking at her, and I imagine she was rubbing herself as she looked at me.

I didn’t have any urgency and slowly brought myself to a heightened sensitivity before relaxing my movements. Elysia was panting like crazy.

“I’m too close. Oh God, I can feel an explosion coming along” she panted.

“Same here.” I replied. “Let’s come together shall we?”

She nodded as she continued diddling her pussy. Her short sharp breaths showed that she was on the edge.

I pumped my cock, feeling the massive charge roaring up, practically blinding me with lust tekirdağ escort as my sperm shot up my balls through my cock and arcing over the desk, nearly missing the far edge and reaching the floor.

Elysia had her eyes closed, shuddering as she came. I wanted to see this, so I stood up, wanking again as I saw her insert three fingers into her wonderful pussy.

I came again. Instantly. No warning. The cum shot out of me like a bullet and splattered on Justin’s desk, just a few inches away from her.

I nearly fainted with the pleasure of seeing this wondrous creature masturbate herself to a shattering orgasm.

Finally she slumped back, arms at her side, gaping pussy for me to see. Her breathing was heavy. chest rising and falling to her rhythm.

We looked at each other, realizing we had crossed some unbidden boundary. I looked at her pussy hungrily, and her eyes did not leave my cock.

“That was fucking awesome!” she exclaimed breathlessly.

“No kidding.” I replied.

“You have a beautiful cock, did you know?”

“I can say the same for your pussy. It’s beautiful. I just want to lap it up.”

“Is that wise?” she asked.

“As if what we did was wise.” I said.

“We did nothing except share a few beautiful moments.”

The bell from downstairs brought us back to a reality we did not want to return to.

We put our clothes back on hesitantly, and actually hugged before I unlocked the door. She slipped out unobtrusively, and I was left wondering what the hell I had done.

I can’t complain though. I had enjoyed it.

I nearly forgot to wipe Justin’s desk and chair from our secretions, but not before bending down to take a sniff and a lick of her juices. My god they tasted incredible. So sweet.

The next few days, we kept to our daily appointment, growing bolder day by day. We both checked the door before we took our clothes off.

After a week, Elysia started wearing knee length front-button dresses, and it was with a great surprise for me to see her taking it all off, magnificent breasts on show for me to ogle.

The way she pinched her nipples made me salivate about what they would taste like. Her no-touching rule drove me mad. I wanted to touch, taste, and suck on them. It wasn’t happening though.

This hour’s interlude was quickly becoming our little slice of heaven. I figured that there was no harm in it, and I had not neglected my wife in any form.

After a couple of weeks, Elysia suggested we move our chairs to where we could observe each other.

We moved the chairs to the middle of the office. To be honest, I was a bit wary of the exposed position, but with the door closed, I need not have worried.

The chairs were about a foot apart, and as I took my jeans off, she unbuttoned her dress all down the front, but left it on.

I sat in my chair, my legs dangling on the arm-rests. My cock was up front and center. Nothing to miss. She reciprocated, and I was absolutely in heaven. How I wanted to lick that pussy.

It wasn’t going to take us too long to cum, that’s for sure. She was using her middle finger to rub around her clit, red and swollen in the sunlight falling in through the window.

Her skin seemed to be glowing, and as we shuffled forwards in our chairs, I could very nearly touch her pussy with my cock. I wished we could slide a bit more towards each other, but this wasn’t bad going.

We started masturbating in mutual pleasure, aware of the heightened pleasure this position gave us.

I realised that my cum would probably spatter her from top to bottom, but she didn’t seem worried.

I looked at her through slanted eyes as I hissed, very nearly tumbling to the point of no return, but holding back, feeling my orgasm slightly subside.

When I finally let in to my urges, it would make an almighty mess. Elysia could hold it no longer and she wailed as she actually squirted a bit, once, twice, then another orgasm, and another…three in succession.

She slumped back, panting, as I continued wanking myself off, in total control but so close to losing it.

El opened her eyes, grinned, and uttered a “Fuck me that was awesome!”.

Suddenly she scooted even more forward and I could touch her clit with my cock. Her hand went out and grabbed my engorged shaft from the middle. I gasped in pleasure at this touch from a hand that wasn’t mine or my wife’s.

“Leave that in my hands. I have a better idea.”

I could not find it in my heart to disagree with her. She rubbed my penis on her clit, and she trembled as another orgasm hit her.

I was enjoying this too much and warned her that I was going to come. At my words she rubbed my cock head all over her clitty, and I saw stars as I exploded all over her pussy. I could hardly breathe as the most exquisite feelings ran through me, my cum hot and runny on her pussy, stomach, and breasts.

It was the orgasm of a lifetime, and I flinched as she continued wanking me slowly.

“No more, please.” I begged her.

Pushing our chairs apart, she got down on her knees and sucked at my softening penis, sucking the last of the cum out of me as she dripped sperm onto the floor.

It was too much, and I came again, a far smaller load, and Elysia just held on gamely, slowly swallowing my cum.

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“And why did you think it worked this time?” Lori looked curiously over the edge of her coffee cup at Eden, as if she was hiding.

“It was a lot of things. The context, the sessions we had been doing at the workshop, the number of hands all over me was incredible…” Eden trailed off, but Lori knew her too well.

“And?”

“And…” Eden paused and took a deep breath. “And it was the audience. I needed people there to be watching me. Louis and I have great sex, but no one ever watches us. That’s the missing factor. That’s the part that’s a bit hard to communicate to him.”

“So what did you tell him when you got home?”

Eden relayed most of the story to Louis the previous weekend. How the body workshop sessions had slowly opened up new feelings about her own pleasure. How she met some other women who seemed to have as many problems as herself. How there was a pleasure performance at the end where Eden had finally, rapturously orgasmed for the first time in years.

She had left out the role that her newfound confidant, Hannah, had played in tying her up, using a vibrator and urging the other participants to use their hands in creative ways on Eden’s body. That could wait.

Louis, for his part, was very happy to hear that Eden had made a breakthrough, and that was enough for him at the moment. Eden suspected that he felt a little emasculated for not having played a bigger role in his wife of ten years orgasm enlightenment. There was much to be explored. But not shared right at this moment with her long-time gal pal.

“I told him most of it. He was very pleased and supportive.”

“Hopefully you can bring it home for him… if you know what I mean.”

Eden gave a sideways grin at Lori as she got up to leave. “I’d better go. See you next week?”

****

Louis didn’t like the conference dinners and after party’s that were par for the course in his job. Just do the work, there was no need to schmooze, he thought. He was expected to be there, and he was, with Eden in tow, who didn’t mind getting out of the house for the evening.

Mingling at the hotel bar was a selection of Louis’ workmates and significant others, talking shop, which was somewhat isolating for the partners who stood taking quick sips from champagne glasses. Eden motioned with her eyes to the two wives she knew quite well, and the group of three retreated to a table to let the gentlemen solve whatever tedious bureaucratic conundrum had grabbed their attention.

Suzanne and Eden had known each other since their husbands, Eric and Louis, had both started working at the company at the same time. Their lives had mirrored ever since with kids born in the same years, and promotions moving the men into offices higher up the building. They didn’t spend much time together socially, but there was enough work-related functions to feel like they bonded. Felicity was new, as was her partner James, joining the ‘family’, as the boss liked to say, in the last year.

Suzanne brought the champagne refills to the table. “So boring. Glad you ladies are here to keep me entertained. And watered.”

“I’m happy to be out of the house! Although, I guess this is a usual Friday for you Felicity? Out on the town, dressed to the nines?”

“Not really. We’re pretty boring really. James works pretty hard still trying to make a good impression. ‘Netflix and chill’ is a typical Friday. This is a nice change.”

“I remember those days,” Suzanne said, “Eric working late while I was home by myself. Didn’t have Netflix in those days though, had to find other ways to keep myself entertained. Am I right ladies?”

Suzanne let out a gruff, single syllable laugh. Eden was used to Suzanne saying what was on her mind, especially after a few drinks. Felicity stared into her champagne while Suzanne continued.

“Often it was surfing the local TV channel looking for some kind of inspiration. Usually an old Bond film, but occasionally, if you were patient, there was enough skin to get you going. You’re spoilt for choice these days Felicity. If you can imagine it, you can find it at the flick of a button.” Suzanne paused so the meaning of her comments had time to ferment. ‘Scuse the pun.”

“What pun?” said Felicity, vainly trying to follow the thread of Suzanne’s thoughts.

“Oh, umm. Flicking the button? Do the kids still say that these days?”

Eden sat with an amused grin on her face, interested to see where this would go. Felicity was clearly in the dark, and Suzanne was oblivious to how in the dark Felicity was.

“Um. I don’t think so.”

“What do they call it these days? Jilling off?”

“Call what?” Felicity searched for some help from Eden, who sat with her chin resting languidly on her hand, her sleepy eyes enjoying the comical scene. She thought she would help Felicity out.

“Suzanne is referring to touching yourself. Masturbation.”

“Oh” Felicity was replaying the last few minutes in her mind. “Oh I see now.” She took a gulp of her drink, and the older duo could see her cheeks flush red in embarrassment.

“You really should be taking advantage of your Friday nights, Felicity. Once the kids come along, rize escort sneaking an hour here or there for some romance can be quite an ordeal. I’m sure you could think of ways to get James home from the office?” Suzanne was pretty boozy by now, maybe she had started earlier than Eden? She continued, slurring her words occasionally, “I know I could think of a few things. Have thought of them. Am thinking of them. I need another drink.”

“I don’t think you do Suzanne,” Eden intervened. “Let me get you a water.”

“I can get it,” Felicity stood up quickly and escaped to the safety of the bar.

“She seems nice. And innocent. What’s with the young folk these days. They live in a sex-saturated society, but don’t seem to be able to talk about it?”

Eden had pondered this before as well, especially as her own children neared the age of independent internet use. “It might be sex-saturated, but that doesn’t mean their communication skills have got any better. They will grow up as repressed as any of us, but with a whole bunch of culture that they don’t know how to process.”

“Well, it might be high time us old folk take up the education baton” Suzanne said presciently.

“Yes,” Eden said as Felicity set three clear glasses on the table. “I’ve certainly learned the value of a little education recently. Thanks Felicity.” Suzanne gave a curious look at Eden, but it let it slide for now.

Felicity shifted in her seat, nervously glancing over at the group still deep in discussion by the bar. She leaned in conspiratorially “Suzanne, what do I do to get James home on a Friday? He seems to like being at the office more than being with me.” She rubbed her eyes that had developed a film over them.

“Oh, my girl,” the motherly Suzanne consoled. “Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. It is. But, James does work a lot. I just feel a bit neglected. Did you ever have that?”

“Of course,” both Suzanne and Eden replied in unison. Eden took over. “Every marriage, every relationship, is going to go through stages like that. We’ve all been there. You have to work at it.. both of you do.”

“We get on well. We’re great together, we don’t fight, we have the same… values I guess. I just want some more attention.”

Suzanne put on her business face. “Ok. Let’s get practical. What do you do? I mean, what are you currently doing to entice your guy from the office?”

“Um. Well. Shouldn’t he just want to be with me?”

“Yes. And he does. He just needs a little encouragement sometimes. Are you having sex?”

“Yes, of course. Just when he gets home. I’m usually feeling bummed by that stage, so it’s hard to get in to.”

“Yes. But what are you doing to get yourself in the mood?”

“I’m in the mood when he gets me in the mood.”

Eden sat up and joined in at this point. “Felicity, here’s a thing I’ve learnt. It’s not a man’s job to get you in the mood. You are responsible for your own sexuality. Your partner should just be able to enjoy it with you. He doesn’t make it for you. I learnt this much too late.”

Felicity turned this over in her mind. “Hmm’ she said. “Hmm.” Again.

Eden continued “It’s a construct that women can only be sexual because of a partner. You can just be a sexual person, and then invite a partner to be a part of it. It’s a different, and liberating, way to view sexuality.”

“Yes.” Felicity paused and inhaled deeply, “it is different. I’d never thought about it like that. Why haven’t I? Where was this in Sex Ed classes?”

“I often ask that myself “, Eden said. “Felicity, can I ask you a personal question?”

“Yeah, I guess?”

“Do you masturbate?”

****

“What’s James like?”

Eden and Louis were driving home. Louis driving as per their arrangement for outings: whoever got dragged to the event, gets to drink the most.

“James? He’s good. A hard worker.”

“Maybe a little too hard.”

“Oh?”

“Felicity is frustrated he doesn’t come home on Fridays.”

“Yeah, he often stays late. He’s a bit of a perfectionist.”

“Can you encourage him to leave earlier?”

“I could. Why?”

“Because Felicity wants him to. For, you know, intimate times.”

A look of recognition from Louis. “Ah, I see. Is that all you ladies ever talk about.”

Eden playfully slapped Louis’ thigh and let her hand rest there. They drove on in silence, Eden’s hand moving up and down slowly.

As Eden undressed that evening, Louis reclining nude on their bed, she did her best to imagine her fantasy: undressing in front of a crowd of strangers. Try as she might, it just didn’t compare to the real thing. Desire is a drug, she thought, a greedy mistress always wanting more.

Eden snuggled in beside the warm body of her husband, caressing his chest, and eventually awakening his cock. They made love, like they had done maybe a thousand times before. And she enjoyed it, even if the ultimate pay-off was still beyond her. There was still pleasure, and intimacy, and love. Sometimes, that was all the pay-off Eden was after.

****

“Hi Hannah!”

“Hi Eden! Thanks for returning my call.”

It had been a month or so, sakarya escort and Eden and Hannah had left the workshop promising to catch up and compare notes on their progress. Four weeks later it was Hannah that was the instigator.

“No worries. I had meant to call you last week, but, you know. I’ll blame it on kids.”

“Fair enough. How have you been?”

“Great. Lot’s going on. Very busy.”

“What about with what we discussed at the workshop?”

The workshop. The one where Eden had had the audience she craved, and was able to orgasm with the help of Hannah and some compatriots. Hannah and Eden had confided in each other about their mutual quirk of being turned on by being on show. This call was a check-in to see how much progress was being made.

“To be honest, I haven’t got around to trying anything. But it’s ok, I’ve still had some wonderful times with Louis. And I’ve used some of the breathing and body exercises. They work really well.”

“Come on Eden, that’s a cop out. You got to get yourself out there. Feel the rush!”

“Have you?”

“Yes! Of course! I’ve been doing practically nothing but. I went to a nude beach, which was awesome. I went running through the forest, stripped down and masturbated in the open. And this guy caught me! Well. He spied on me. I thought that was creepy to begin with, but then I realised I was the one jerking off in the open, who’s to say who’s creepy eh? He’s nice, I’ll be seeing him again soon.”

“Woah. You really put yourself out there. How do you feel about it?”

“Alive! Great! That’s why I wanted to talk to you. I thought you’d have some stories to tell!”

“Sorry, not this time Hannah. I will. I’ll get on it. Next time. I’ll have some stories. Or, a story. Promise.”

Hannah talked some more about… well, Eden couldn’t quite recall after. It was good to talk to her. Eden was excited to hear that Hannah was learning more about her sexuality. It was just the inspiration that she hoped these catch ups could provide.

Eden thought about her journey over the last few months. Seeing a therapist, practicing pleasure, exposing herself more publicly, going to a workshop, finally letting go and orgasming with the help of the workshop attendees. Where to from here? Is this where she thought this would end? What was the next phase of her journey?

For a start, she wanted to share her newfound sexuality with Louis, for him to be a part of it. Eden didn’t know how to go about that yet. She wanted to reliably orgasm by herself and with Louis, on demand if possible. She wanted to know where the peak of pleasure lay. How much would one have to sacrifice. Reputation? Work? Relationships? She didn’t know, and was anxious about where following the trail might lead. She needed a starting point, and that is what occupied her thoughts for a few days, while she put a plan in place.

****

“Hi Felicity! So glad you could come over.”

“Thanks for the invite. You know what James is like. Putting the hours in.”

“But he needs to put more hours in where it counts, right?”

Felicity agreed. Walking through Eden’s house was like walking through a future she imagined. Clean, open space, entertainer’s kitchen. It was certainly a step up from the 2-bed apartment she and James rented in the city.

“Have a seat, I’ll get some wine.”

Felicity sat on the couch and watched as Eden poured wine with an easy familiarity.

“What do you do for work, Felicity?”

“I’m doing law. I’m at a firm, but it feels like I’m a secretary at the moment. I photocopy, interview clients, write reports. If they ask me to make a coffee I’m quitting.”

“Can you see yourself doing law like the partners at your firm?” Eden made her way around the couch and handed a full glass of white wine, sloshing loosely around the top of the glass, to Felicity.

“Yes. I can. But it feels such a long way away. I don’t know what I want to do with myself.”

“You’re dissatisfied?”

“I just expected it to be different. With work, with James, with…with my sense of contentment. I don’t know what I was hoping for. I’ve always harboured an undercurrent of discontent. Maybe that’s just me?”

“Maybe. And maybe you haven’t found your source yet? It’s easy to think relationships and work will fill that void, but that sense comes from something deeper in our souls.”

“Yes, that’s probably right. You’re very wise.”

“You mean old?”

“You don’t seem old. I meant what I said. You seem to have things figured out.”

“Well. That’s the impression we all like to give, isn’t it?”

Over dinner, they chatted breezily while the wine flowed generously. It was when Eden had made margarita’s that the reason for her invitation was broached.

“Remember at the function what I asked you?”

“You mean, about touching myself?”

“Yes.”

“I remember turning red and nearly spitting my drink out and then James somewhat saved me by interrupting. I did think about it quite a bit.”

“Just thought about it?”

“Umm….”

Eden brought the drinks to the table.

“You don’t have to answer that. samsun escort But it’s worth thinking about. Owning your sexuality at least. I’m sure there’s many ways to learn that particular lesson.”

As Eden spoke, making direct eye contact with a slightly uncomfortable Felicity, she had lowered one of her hands below the table and pulled back her black dress to her hips. Leaning on one of her elbows, her face cradled in her hands, Eden smiled softly while Felicity spoke, her free, incognito hand teasing her outer lips with slow strokes.

“I have, you know, touched myself before. I don’t think I love it as much as I should. Or as much as it seems everyone else is. Growing up, reading those magazines, it always seemed they were talking about an alternate universe. One where girls could just stick their hand down their pants and get off. And there were always these stories of girlfriend sleepovers where they talked all night about boys and explored themselves together. I never had friends like that. We hardly ever had a sleepover, let alone talked about boys, let alone talked about sex, let alone actually did something sexual. The most sexual it ever got was getting changed for Phys Ed class, and you’d sneak a peek at Carly Bossington new boobs, which were twice the size as anyone else. I do feel like I missed something, not having girlfriends who were into it. We still keep in touch. I wonder how they all got on? Maybe they did talk about it, but I wasn’t invited.”

All the while Eden played, only half listening, circling her hand over her moistening clit. She was sure she could smell the tell-tale signs of sex. Felicity was too lost in her own scrambled thoughts to notice.

“Thanks for talking with me. I’ve really only ever talked about sex with boyfriends, and they are probably not the most objective opinions on female sexuality, are they?”

“Hmm? Oh, boys are the worst.” Eden sleepily replied. “I’m only new to the sexuality awakening you know. I’m no expert in practice, although I’ve thought a lot about the theory over the years.”

“What do you mean in practice?”

“Well, I only recently learnt that I could orgasm. And it took some effort too. Saw a therapist, went to a workshop. That’s probably a story for another time.” Eden had kept her hand in motion, enjoying the heat rising up her torso, and the thrill of a visible fire inside her being exposed to the naive Felicity, sitting acorss the table.

“How did you learn to do it?” Felicity stopped herself, “if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Well. Certainly, learning how to touch myself had something to do with it. And the context has to be just right.”

“What do you mean context?”

“I guess the environment? I need something very particular. It’s a bit embarrassing really.”

Felicity was silent for a moment, and took an indelicate gulp of the margarita. She waited still, and managed to finally make eye contact with Eden, lifting her head slowly to meet her gaze.

Eden recognised something in those eyes, causing her heat to swarm, and her hand to make an involuntary movement inside her opening.

“I need an audience. That’s my context. I can’t seem to orgasm without it.”

“Oh. And you learnt to orgasm? By touching yourself? Like, in front of people?”

“Yes.”

“So do you still… touch yourself?”

“Yes. In fact, I’m doing it right now.”

****

Louis was a little earlier than he expected. The meeting had folded when an insurmountable problem had presented. It could wait until morning, after a nights rest had allowed the complexities to settle at the bottom of the groups collective mind. Arriving home, he walked down the side of the house, approaching his usual entry of the sliding glass door into the living room. The front door was big and bulky – they thought it would make a statement from the street -, in hindsight too big to be practical when entering and leaving on a day to day basis. It made a statement when slowly rolling open to entertain guests, the large latch making a satisfying crunch, like a door to a medieval castle.

The lights were on in the living room, affirming that Eden was still entertaining her visitor. He didn’t know Felicity at all, but James, her young, ambitious husband, had been working with Louis for a little while, and he was friendly enough. Louis didn’t want to intrude, so instead of passing by the glass doors, he walked straight down the fence line toward the pool and sitting area. He often sat here late at night, contemplating problems, or just enjoying the stars, and silence.

Nestling into his favourite chair, he could see the kitchen, and the shadows of both Eden and Felicity’s upper body projected starkly on the hob. They sat at the dining table, Louis thought, having a girl chat. He knew that Felicity had subtly initiated this invitation; he didn’t want to impose.

Louis was lost in his own revelry, his thoughts wandering between his work problem, the logistics of moving the kids to their various engagements in the morning, his own plans to exercise more, and Eden’s recent awakening, which he was sure he heard only half of the story. The half that he had heard was gratifying enough, and he felt himself swell at the memory of Eden’s retelling. He only knew that there were women present when Eden had tipped over the edge to experience her first orgasm in years. But he also knew it couldn’t have been that easy. Eden needed more than that.

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**All Characters Are Over 18**

**This story is light on sex, and heavy on Exhibitionism**

The next morning I woke up feeling Kelly’s body next to mine. I wrapped my arms around her stomach and pulled her into me. My cock nestled between her ass cheeks, my morning wood is always stronger than normal with her warm naked body lying next to mine. As my cock pressed against her, Kelly let out a small moan in her sleep, and pushed her ass back against me. I rubbed my cock up and down her ass, and I could hear her breathing get deeper as she put one hand on my thigh. I knew one of Kelly’s favorite things was sleepy time morning sex, so I grabbed my cock at the base and started teasing Kelly’s entrance with my head. She sleepily put one hand down and spread herself open, letting me slide into her warm and wet pussy.

“Oh my God.”

There is nothing like the feeling of that first penetration right as I wake up. I put my head down on the pillow next to Kelly’s, as I ever so slowly worked my cock in and out of her entrance. I kissed the back of her neck as I started moving in deeper and deeper. Kelly’s soft sounds encouraged me on as I started rotating my hips in a slow and steady motion. It felt like I was swimming in and out of her pussy.

“You feel incredible.”

I whispered in Kelly’s ear, wondering if she could hear me in her dreams. I reached one hand around and grabbed her breast. I whispered in her ear as my fingers worked over her nipple.

“Cum with me Kelly”

All of a sudden I heard the door creak softly open, I looked up to see Grace, Kelly’s mom, standing in the doorway. He hair was down hanging over her shoulders, and I could see only wore an over-sized T-shirt and just her long smooth legs coming out from under. I could only imagine how we looked, the bedsheets were down at our waists, revealing our naked upper bodies. I had one arm squeezing kütahya escort Kelly’s breast powerfully, my bicepts and abs popping as I rocked my hips in and out.

“You motherfucker.”

I blinked my eyes fully open.

“Good morning Mrs. Morgan.”

I smiled as I rolled on to my back, trying to defuse the situation. On my back now I was suddenly very aware of my nakedness, and my hard cock pressing up into the bedsheet. Grace looked to Kelly.

“And you, you are just fucking any guy who gives you attention now?”

Kelly only gave her mom a stony look in return. Kelly was never one to engage with a fight with anyone. She looked to her mother and said calmly.

“I will talk with you once you have calmed down.”

Kelly got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom. I felt the bed sheet sliding off me until the cold air hit me. I was naked. My cock slapped up and down against my stomach, still hard from having Kelly’s naked body wrapped around mine seconds ago. I stood up as quickly as I could and put my arm down over my hard cock, holding it up against my body.

“You think you can just use my daughter!”

Grace was furious, I could see the anger in her eyes, I was trapped between the bed and the wall, with her slapping her hands over my head and shoulders. Each time she brought a hand down it would let out a loud slap against my skin. I had to throw both my hands up to block her hits, and my rapidly deflating cock still pointing out away from my body.

“You skinny little fuck”

As she went in to hit me again I grabbed each of her wrists. I pushed my body up against Mrs. Morgan as I tried to walk past her. I felt my cock press into the exposed skin of her thighs as I pushed her back so I could walk to my clothes. As I started to move past her suddenly twisted around me pressing me back in to the wall. she manisa escort now holding my arms as her body pressed against me, she forced her face next to mine. My cock pressed in to her leg, she looked up at me as she finally noticed my cock pressing in to her. She took a step back and looked down at my naked body. She rolled her eyes as she saw my cock, still hanging long and full from having been hard a second ago.

“Well at least now I know what my daughter see’s in you.”

I could see the intrigue in her eyes. Her. Wondering how hard it got and how much I could cum. wondering how he daughter could take such a monster, and if she could too. At least that’s what I assumed she was thinking about. She slumped down on the bed, her head dropped down to her hands as she let out a long breath.

“You don’t give a shit about Kelly.”

I knew I had to take my chance in this moment.

“Mrs. Morgan, I love your daughter.”

Her eyes pulled up away from my body at these words. Her face softened and the tension went out of her shoulders. She looked at my face like she really saw me for the first time.

“You do?”

I had my in, and I took it.

“I do.”

Mrs. Morgan turned her head to look towards the bathroom door where Kelly was. I slowly walked over and started collecting my underwear off the ground. Mrs. Morgan looked up at me.

“I really fucked this one up, didn’t I?”

“No, no, it’s not that bad.” I tried to lie.

“Kelly has been so happy lately.”

Mrs. Morgan looked around the room with a sad smile on her face.

“She has been a joy around the house, she has been happier than ever.”

I kept my underwear in my hand as I sat down on the ottoman across from her. I schooled forward to the edge so my cock and balls could hang low over the side.

“I have been wondering what changed, but I guess mardin escort it’s obvious now that she had someone new in her life.

Looking at Mrs. Morgan I noticed how young she was, how young she must have been when she got pregnant with Kelly. And how hard the divorce and raising Kelly on her own must have been. Mrs. Morgan leaned forward and took my hands in hers.

“She was happy because of you.”

I could see a tear in Mrs. Morgan’s eye as she looked into my eyes. She put her hands on my cheeks and ran her fingers through my hair. She looked me in the eye and smiled.

“She loves you too Rocky. You treat her well.”

I smiled back at her and blushed. Just then the door busted open. Kelly was dressed again and looking stunning. She saw how her mother’s demeanor had changed, and Kelly instantly lost her anger as well.

“Mom?”

The two of us stood up as Mrs. Morgan walked towards Kelly.

“Oh come here and let me get a hug.”

The two walked over and embraced. I could see the tears in Kelly’s eyes as she held her mother. I stepped into my underwear, picking up my cock and placing it in the front. Mrs. Morgan held her daughters hands as she apologized.

“I’m so sorry I yelled at you.”

Kelly smiled.

Kelly looked me in the eyes.

“And I’m sorry I was hitting you.”

I looked up and gave Mrs. Morgan my best boyish smile.

“It’s OK Mrs. Morgan, it was all kinda funny really.”

Mrs. Morgan turned and opened the door to the hallway.

“Whenever you two wake up come on down and I’ll cook breakfast you breakfast. And Rocky, you haven’t met Rhys yet, have you?”

“No I haven’t, but if Kelly likes her I know I will.” I tried to be polite, and I was genuinely excited to meet Kelly’s older sister.

We both blew out a long breath, neither one of us believing that we had gotten out of that alive. Kelly gave my dick a light slap.

“Think we have time for one more before she is ready for breakfast?”

I smiled and pulled my underwear down, my cock immediately responding to being alone with Kelly again. I grabbed her in my arms and we fell on to the bed together laughing and kissing.

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Nice Linda Gets Caught Being Naughty

I met Linda at a stripper joint that I went to on a pretty regular basis. I never expected to get more than a couple of hot table dances from her. It turned out she gave really hot dances not only touching me but taking my hands and helping me caress her nimble body under the soft chiffon nighty she wore over her dancing attire. She didn’t have very big tits but her nipples were perky and always seemed to be erect. I gave her my phone number. She called me the next night saying how slow business was a the club.

“If you come down here in the next hour I’ll give you two table dances for every one you buy.” She told me. I headed right down and bought a lot of dances. So many my pants had a big wet spot after the first hour.

“Umm I don’t usually do this but the girl I ride with took off with a customer, could you give me a rid home?” she asked as she sexily licked my ear. Of course the answer was yes as visions of fucking her all night long went through my heads. Yes I said heads. The head between my shoulders was doing the thinking and the head of my cock that she was running her palm along was filled with stiff desire.

When we got to her place she invited me up saying I could spend the night in her spare bedroom. Of course I assumed she would share the bedroom with me. That is until she hit me with the shucky darn time of month statement.

“I’m on my period so we can’t fuck and I’m real tired but you can stay if you want.”

We lay in bed together and she let me play with her pussy a little bit. She did have a tampon inserted so I just played with her clit a little bit and got her off. She fell asleep right away leaving me horny as all get out. I fell asleep day dreaming about Linda riding my shaft.

I had a nice house but Linda didn’t like to be alone. Every night she’d beg me to stay and sleep in her spare bedroom. She would also talk about how she hadn’t had sex with a guy since her husband left her. She made sure I had some rubbers handy and kept hinting that eskişehir escort she’d break down some night and end up fucking my brains out. I ended up pretty much moving in with her. She kept falling asleep on the couch watching TV and I had another girl friend I was having sex with so I didn’t push her I figured she’d fuck me when she was ready.

She was always telling me what girls at the club were fucking outside for money and saying she’d never do that. I knew better after I had lived with her for a month. I had thought about fucking her when we first met but when I found out how hooked on drugs she was I backed way off. The night I saw needle tracks on the inside of her thigh I knew I didn’t want my cock in her. I felt sorry for her and tried to help her by buying groceries and paying some of her rent. I quickly discovered she would meet guys from the club where she danced in the local shopping center parking lot in the wee morning hours after work. She usually came home after an hour or two with one hundred to three hundred dollars. I played like I believed her when she told me she just chatted with them or teased them a little and got the money.

One day I decided to find out for sure and satisfy my voyeur streak too. I purchased a couple of miniature video cameras and set them and a microphone in my car. The cameras would send a signals to the recorders in my trunk. I was always loaning her my car because my Caddy was bigger and nicer than her beat up barely running ten year old mustang.

Less than a week after I got the car set up she and I were drinking in the wee hours of the morning when her phone rang. Sure enough it was one of her regulars wanting to get together. I loaned her my car telling her I had to clean some stuff in the car and put it in the trunk before I let her use it. Of course what I really did was start the surveillance system going. When she got back an hour later her make up was a mess and her hair too. She was three hundred dollars richer of course.

When she went over gaziantep escort to her sisters the next day I got the video out and watched it in the back bedroom. Sure enough within five minutes of the guy getting in the car Linda was laying on her back in the back seat with her panties off and her short skirt pulled up around her waist.

“Oh baby get your rubber on and fuck me!” Linda told him.

“I um don’t have a rubber on me, I didn’t know I was going to get this chance tonight.” the guy told her.

“I guess I can let you fuck me with out one but you have to pay me fifty extra. You don’t have any diseases or anything do you?” Linda asked. I knew his answer would of course be no even if he had something.

“No of course not.” He replied getting his pants off and laying between her legs. She got some spit on her hand and reached down to lubricate herself and held him on target as he pushed into her.

“Oh yeah baby, that’s it give it to me, give Linda a nice big load of hot cum. OH BABY you know how I LOVE taking your CUM!” Linda moaned as she pumped her hips back and forth while she stared off into space and chewed on her gum. She kept talking nasty and had him cumming a few minutes after he went in her. He pulled out and they smoked a couple of cigarettes. As they were almost done with the second cigarette Linda put her hand over and began playing with his almost limp shaft. It was soon hard again.

“Gosh it looks like you want some more action. For another fifty I’ll give you a real nice blow job.” She said bending her head down and licking around the head of his cock with her talented tongue. She knew his cock would control his wallet.

“Yeah, sure, baby do it.” He agreed. My camera caught one of the best blow jobs I’d ever seen. I was downright jealous. Linda took most of his cum in her mouth but his last squirt caught her by surprise and ended up all over her face and in her hair. They smoked another couple of cigarettes and then he went back to his car. Linda headed back giresun escort to the house.

I knew that some time when Linda was bragging about what an innocent girl she was I would put on the tape and show her I knew better but… not before I had lots more tapes!

After a couple of months I moved out because she was so spaced out most of the time I got tired of watching her sit and stare at nothing for hours on end.

One night a few weeks after I moved out my phone rang I knew who was calling. It was Linda. It was near the first of the month and her rent was about due.

“Listen I wouldn’t do this except my rent is due and I’m broke, If you want to come over and spend the night, I’ll let you fuck me for three hundred dollars.” She told me. I hadn’t fucked in a week but I didn’t want to fuck Linda that bad.

“Ah, I’d love to help you out but I, umm, only have a hundred.” I told her figuring she’d try another guy instead.

“Um that would help, I wouldn’t fuck you for that but there are other things we could do. Let me call you back in ten minutes.” She told me. I really didn’t want to do anything with her but I couldn’t come right out and say it. When the phone rang a few minutes later I answered it ready to come up with an excuse.

“Um listen I got this friend that is going to give me two fifty for fucking him. You have told me you have a voyeur streak, If you come over right away I’ll let you hide in my closet and watch me fuck him for that hundred.” She told me. That did sound like fun and would keep me from getting anything from her while still having fun.

I rushed right over and got in her closet. She put a small plastic chair in there for me and hid me behind some clothes in case he looked in the closet. The doors of the closet were slatted giving me a real good view of the room. I even managed to hide my super 8 video camera and got ready to film the action after Linda closed the closet door. After fifteen minutes I heard the doorbell ring and Linda talking to the guy. Pretty soon she lead him into the bedroom. He quickly started to undress. Clearing her throat and holding out her hand she reminded him she wanted his money before she let him fuck her.

This was going to be a real good video I knew, let me know if you want to hear about what happened that night.

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“Ready to make some money Whore?”

Heath Talbot discovered his landlord aka sex slave MILF Margo Needy adding last second alterations to her belly dancing outfit. She had been mentally preparing herself for an all new bonfire party that the boys had put together all day long and was far more than ready, she was psyched. An unexpected phone call from her best friend and fellow model Elena Kerrington gave her even more hope. Elena was not only coming for a visit within a week or so, she had actually considered Margo’s offer to be the Manager should her Bed & Breakfast be approved. It just HAD too!

Margo had promised the boys a gangbang they would never forget. Now that her son Elliot was out of the picture, off in Paris studying she was free to do as she pleased. More so, what pleased her five Master’s, two of which seemed hesitant to participate due to a less dominant side compared to Brian and Heath, although Eric was the first to bring up the idea. He just wanted to see Momma Margo in action. She understood the boys reluctance but had sworn her sexual loyalty to the Master’s regardless.

“Yes Master. I’m just making my costume more appealing. I thought I had it right earlier but the more I stared at it I thought it needed less material, more bling.” She shows him sewn on bells that when jiggled sounded very erotic. Her bra sequins made into twirling tassels, caught Heath’s eye. Snapping his fingers for her to stand Heath grips her by the jaw and forces her gaze.

“Every guy out there fucks these holes. Understood?”

“Well aware yes.”

“Even if they come back for seconds.”

“I will not fail you Master.” She was doing this more for herself but as was her game the first week of their residence she would act out his every command. Between he and Brian Hancock her weekend was going to be one that even she would enjoy. Margo Needy wanted to push her limits far wider in scope than her husband Darryl Needy had ever introduced her to, and that was already quite a lot of territory covered. There were still things on her bucket list. Confident in her abilities she shivered as her juices already beginning to trickle down her inner thighs.

“Most erotic dance you’ve ever performed.”

“Yes I will.”

“Make those bastards rip that outfit off of you and fight to tear those holes up.”

“Mmmm! I promise.”

“I better hear you yelling out I love my Master.”

“Count on that. My Master’s plural.”

He yanks her in for a forceful kiss, tugging her long brown hair until she melts. “Fuck you taste good.” He tugs her lower lip out then sucks on it.

“I love you so very much Master. I live to make you proud of me.”

“Start walking.” He whips her around to face the bedroom door. Off she wiggled, Master checking out her heart shaped ass all the way down the staircase. At the front door stood Brian Hancock and his brother Jeff. Greeting them, Brian snaps his fingers pointing at the floor, to her knees she dropped and lowered her gaze.

“I am ready to fulfill your fantasies my Master’s.”

“Suck my cock for luck.” Brian lowered his already unzipped jeans and lets a stiff nine fall in front of her lips. She devoured him and maintained her throat thrusts until he stopped her, pulling away then slapping her face with his crown like a whip. She looked up at him without blinking just to prove her sincerity. Nudging Brian aside brother Jeff required the same. As she sucked him off Brian stepped to her side and continued slapping her cheek and brow. Heath feeling left out stood opposite Brian and gave her a third dick, he too slapping her cheek. Both Brian and Heath clutched her hair as dominant as they pleased. Finally, Jeff pulls out of her mouth in a slobbery gurgle and joins the facial lashes. She accepted her fate and whispered, “Thank you my Masters.”

“Enough.” Heath grumbled lifting her to her feet by her hair. Affirming her collar was attached well to her neck he released it and hissed, “Get out there and keep our AC on.”

“Lots of money Slut. Don’t lose a dime of it.” Brian chimes in putting his cock away.

“I will earn every penny.”

Stepping aside, the trio of badasses escorted her out the door. Like a moth to a flame she shuffled toward the bonfire and erected tents in the distance. Car lights were spread out side to side facing one another to light her path, almost as if an airport runway. Perhaps their strategy was a tribute to her modeling days. There were dozens of cars this time around, far more than the first bonfire.

Trembling she lost count at 27 sets of headlights. Music blaring, booze imbibed, laughter of young men having the time of their lives, the best was yet to cum. She refused to look behind her, going forward her only destination. She knew Brian and Heath were dogging her heels like lovesick puppies with a big dog complex. As voices died down in watching her approach, even the music faded to a lesser volume. This time multiple camcorders tailed her hatay escort every move.

“Pornstar lifestyle here I come.” Margo calmed what few nerves she had allowed in. She was so ready to prove that she could make these young men rally into a sexual frenzy that she would not even be able to resist should she decide to. “After this begins there’s no turning back Margo. Look at them all moving forward to see me making my way into the lions den. Once I start dancing I’ll be lucky to keep my outfit on for even ten minutes. I wonder if I could cut that time down to five?” She was so horny she could almost rape herself.

On the final stretch before entering the circle of fire Brian Hancock sprinted by her to play MC. Grabbing a microphone from Eric Crowe’s DJ setup he told Eric to cut the music. As silence stole the night Brian moved in front of the crowd of men. Camera panned on Brian ready to record his every word.

“HEADS UP YOU HORNY BASTARDS.” He quiets the last few stragglers, “TONIGHT WE RECREATE ELLIOT’S GOING AWAY PARTY. SOME OF YOU REMEMBER ELLIOT’S SUPER HOT MOMMY.” He dramatically bowed and swept his hand in front of himself as if a Magician preparing to make her clothing disappear.

“Lose the belly dancer outfit.” A heckler declares his lust.

“ALL IN GOOD TIME ASSWIPE. FOR THOSE THAT ARE NEW TO THE PARTY…ELLIOT’S MOMMY NEEDS TO MAKE UP FOR HER LAST DANCE. NO SON THIS TIME TO GET IN HER WAY, NO REASON TO BE RESPECTED. SHE’S HERE TO SHOW YOU FELLAS WHAT A MILF MOMMY IS REALLY CAPABLE OF. YOUR HARD EARNED MONEY GETS NOTHING BUT THE BEST. SOOOO…WITHOUT FURTHER ADO…HIT IT DJ CROWE.”

Stepping away quickly Margo hears mystical Arabian dance music begin. Not even waiting for an okay from her Master’s she barges forth and creates applause by a thrashing of violent hips. Shakira would have been proud. Her tiny bells adding a symphony of attention getters she shook her entire body to rally the interest of her audience. Smiling at her hosts she sprints to Heath and circles him, rubbing her active chest up against his with whiplash intent. He merely stood still and attempted arrogance at its finest. Margo trembled at his smugness and left him out of respect, she knew he wanted her to perform not concentrate on he. Music slowing before raising in tempo she gyrates her belly muscles into a serpentine feat of coil and recoil. Margo was just plain intoxicating to watch.

Moving from Heath to Jeffrey she plants her back to his chest and gyrates her hips and ass over his crotch, her hands over her head caressing his cheeks. As quickly as she turned him on Margo shot off like a light and danced her way around the massive ring of testosterone. Halting every few men to smother them in her flurry of bells, flesh, and sparkling eyes, she had them all drooling. It was overly obvious every guy there wanted her. So much so they were breaking ranks and dancing pathetically along with her in their drunken states. None of her Master’s intervened, they wanted to test her endurance. Only if the audience grew abusive would they step in. She of course asked them to honor her request on just that subject. Grace under pressure.

Hands were all over her yet not ruining her dance, giving each individual a breath of her intoxicating perfume and presence. Once inhaled she was gone. Not touching them only created an air of necessity, they had to touch her to compensate. Fondled in every way her lightning fast moves tortured their sensibility. Alcohol was challenging their patience for certain.

Margo counted on their stammering to work in her favor so that she wasn’t overwhelmed too early on. The need to stimulate was weighing heavy, she desired the group to take control all at once, not in small bands of bravado. While not overwhelmed now, she craved it still. She wanted to be held down and destroyed. A sexual priestess seeking sacrifice, she wanted to drain them all of their youthful life energies before the dawn.

Her fantasies would come true no matter the cost. Waving her arms toward Eric he smiled and shared his support via a thumbs up. His buddies from Kinison Park, one of which was dating Eric’s sister Lily watched Margo’s chest dancing from side to side, bells jingling like reindeer games on Christmas Eve. She made her way to Ben and his best boy Greg and shared a closeness of chest to chest, before dragging both boys to her bosom for a motorboat of her own instigation. As fast as she shook them up, she departed leaving them begging for more. Eric had to laugh at his friends. For a rare moment Eric thought of his co-worker Kym, picturing her belly dancing. He might just have to arrange lessons. As quickly as Kym entered his fantasy he shrugged it off in favor of a certain Country Western Bar’s Proprietor. Now that would be more amazing!

Resorting to beguiling glares, eyelashes batting to entrance her voyeurs as if she were mentally selecting her lovers of the night, she dared to point out certain ığdır escort individuals that struck her fancy. The more she appointed the more their egos rose. Laughter, cheering, and perverted comments only fueled her ambition. Seeing a certain Braedon Wilkes amidst the ring of intoxication pouring shots into a shot glass, Margo raced to his side and swiped it before he could belt it back.

Moving out into the center of the landscape arena she found her stage. The humongous stump they had put her up on the night of Elliot’s party. With an assist up by her tenant Cabot Ross who had remained loyally nearby at all times, she sat up on the stump and sprawled over it, the shot glass poised above her at arms length. With her tune ending she waited until the last possible second before lowering her hand and carefully spilling the Jack Daniels into her belly button.

It being Braedon’s glass he staggered into the circle of viewers like a stud and made his way over to the stump. Margo’s free hand guiding him to her side he saw the hot tub belly button, jewelry dangling to it’s side. Admiring her tummy flowing like gently lapping waves he nodded his admiration and leaned over her to suck up his drink. Once done and swallowed he licked her belly button of any missed droplets. Ravenous cheers at his triumph Braedon stood and threw his arms in the air victorious. Sitting up quickly Margo turned his back to her with a hand motion to lead him into complying. Using his shoulders she hopped down from the stump and swooped in front of him to resume her dance.

A new tune rising was more erotic in nature so she made a good first impression by smothering his body with hers. In the background Brian Hancock growled. He was beginning to despise Braedon knowing he was playing his stepsister Gwen. Had he known earlier in the day Braedon was toying with not only his sister Heidi’s friend Andrea, but also her mother Dorothy he might not have been here tonight. He was unaware of that extra curricular activity however. It was better he didn’t know! Even worse his own father Bruno was contemplating yet another affair with Andrea’s mom himself. Considering it tore his immediate family apart, by doing so the subject was ripe even to this day.

“Relax Bro!” Jeffrey Hancock patted his brother’s shoulder, “You knew Wilkes paid to be here. Take his money and bust his chops later. Bunch of his buddies here are paying your rent so don’t get too grumpy. Gwen will dump him soon enough without you creating trouble Margo doesn’t need.”

“I’m good!” Brian warned even though his big brother didn’t seem convinced. While yes it was true creating trouble for Momma Margo might seal the lid on the coffin concerning her Bed & Breakfast opportunities. Wrong word of mouth and her whole dream might go up in smoke. Brian would find vengeance another way without it being tied to here and now. Let the panther wait and watch. For now, the panther needed to admire the cougar.

Margo abandoned Braedon as he opted to sit on her stage to watch her prowl the grounds. Pouring another shot as a buddy brought over his booze he toasted the lady of the pounce and kicked it back like a pro. He was feeling cocky and on top of the world. Long live King Braedon! Her stump made one hell of a throne.

Circling her arena to favorably rile up the guests she selected a prime candidate to drag from the crowd of possibly 80 young men from all over the surrounding area. Escorting him out in front of everyone she moved in to rub up close and personal. Taking her arms around his waist from behind she rubbed and clawed at his chest through his t-shirt, eventually moving her daggers up underneath it to taunt him. For any viewers behind her they received a turbulent twerking of her ass cheeks, lightly visible through portions of her sheer skirt. The consensus was quite happy and in awe of her talents.

Slipping one hand free of her assistants shirt she slid it down the front of his jeans and literally curled her fingers around his cock. His response was to dangle his head back and thank God above for her attention. Abandoning his shirt altogether he took it upon himself to remove it, having to tug it up between her breasts crushing into his back. Once off he whipped it in circles over his head.

Her hand still busy lightly squeezing his cock, she used her opposite grip to begin unfastening his jeans to establish a firmer grip over him. Ballsy under his alcoholic state the boy Sawyer Thompson tugged his jeans down laughing and shared her efforts with the crowd. He was proud of his dick size and shameless. With his seven plus out for air Margo jerked him rapidly for all to see and fantasize of their chance to feel her hand on their own peckers.

Song waning she released one hand and seductively swept around him without her fingers actually leaving his flesh, it was more a teasing tickle and she shuffled around to face him. Wanting to show off her contortion abilities Margo stood in ısparta escort front of Sawyer and stared up at him with a sparkling gaze, both hands now nurturing his girth. Winking at him she knelt down but never touched her knees on the ground below. Instead she did a reverse limbo and eased herself backwards. Careful steps led her lower body between his legs, he seeing her intentions parted them wider to give her room. Holding his dick as her anchor she brought him up under her belly dancer bra and let him titty fuck her for all to witness. Her balance uncanny she released her grip over him to crush her breasts around his swollen beast. He did the rest! Thriving at his performance Sawyer shared his own smug moment of bravado.

Whooping and hollering praised her talent, even Heath Talbot wondering why she hadn’t shown him this ballet move long before anyone else. He was going to have to have a word with his collared whore. Even when she whipped her dangling brunette mane about she kept her balance tight.

Cameras recorded her dance from double angles front and back. Three minutes of letting Sawyer slip and slide between her monster melons she chose to gradually walk backwards until his dick pulled free of her top. Rising with slow movements to counter her sway she stood tall and threw her hands in the air, finger clickers which were clipped to her skirt now applied and snapping at Sawyer like threatening playful biters.

Blowing him a kiss she shot off to greener pastures, a third song invigorating her every pore. This tune more in a Serbian mode led her into a ballet more than mere belly dancing, spinning on one toe, arms folded beneath her breasts to lift them for appeal. Having sneakily swept her bra like top’s poufy shoulders free of material her top grew looser than normal. Parading about in vigorous darts from side to side she released her burdens and simply let them dance along on their own merit. With no support her melons toppled freely from her bra and let the world see her ever fierce nipple erections. Forever tall and meaty she made a sweep of the barrier of boys to show them off. Without stopping she made a complete lap around her arena unwilling to pull her top back into place. The MILF knew exactly what she was doing.

Finally, covering herself in flight she resumed her more turbulent dancing style in shaking her hips and ass wildly. The audience easing across a prearranged barrier by a few steps each led Heath Talbot to smirk at their behavior. “The wolves are circling the hen house.” He knew Margo sensed their crossing borders because she turned in step slowly while maintaining her Richter scale tipping moves as if luring them in of her own desires. The song was magnetic as it was so why not connect the poles. Her thoughts exactly!

Even as her audience congested inch by inch she grew obsessed with the idea of a final overpowering. Her pussy ached for that eventuality yet she knew it was her job to not rush it but to make these party goers primal. Powering down to a new song entering one after the other this one was sensual. Eyes flaring as Heath Talbot slipped through the crowd to approach her she smiled devilishly. In his hand was a bottle of oil which meant one thing, he meant to strip her out of her belly dancing outfit himself. She had hoped others might do it but she would accept his decision. She was going to be pleasantly surprised.

Circling her Heath chose to toss the oil to a boy named Dawson instead. Intimidation driven he continued to stare at her as she seductively touched her available flesh. Finally opting to move in behind her Heath yanked her back into his chest.

Mighty hands then moved around her body and she found herself raising her own arms to caress his scalp. Palms caressing from her ribs upward his fingers slipped beneath her skimpy top until her breasts were uncovered and squeezed for all too see. Turning her as if in a slow dance he made certain all could witness his control over her. A kiss brought on became steamy as he released her tits in order to twist her around in facing him in his embrace. That intention fueled their lips into a nuclear meltdown that was conceived of passion. His hands sliding behind her slid beneath her already low riding skirt so that the waistband moved halfway down her butt crack. Again the circle of revelation induced a low level praise at his showing her off.

Kiss severed abruptly Heath aggressively reversed her body to once again share her frontal to the eager crowd. Fingertips teasing along her body guide her top upward until her arms escaped the garment. Over her head it went! Being near the bonfire he simply tossed her top into the blaze. Gone for good! “Dance!” He growled then departed. She missed him already.

Leaving her skirt wrinkled up along her hips her bikini line was in view to match the lower level of her butt crack now exposed. It was still tight enough to hold in place even as she returned to her belly dancing. With 60% of her flesh exposed to the audience she found herself caressing and teasing her areolas while watching the hunger brew in their eyes. It would not be long now and she would lose herself to their greed and lust. Goosebumps graduated at the vision.

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Date Night

This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely not start out as a love story, but it will get there. Please vote (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. I love hearing from all of you and you are the reason I do this.

PS — If you have fantasies, ideas, etc. for new stories please let me know, that includes twists on existing stories, and I will see what I can do. Many of my stories have started out that way.

Chapter 7

On Sunday afternoon Ed’s telephone rang.

“Izzy! Don is on the phone,” Ed yelled with his hand over the mouthpiece. “He was wondering if you wanted to go out to dinner on Tuesday night since I won’t be home?”

Izzy was in the kitchen when she heard Ed call out his question. “Uh… uh… I uh,” Izzy stuttered.

“It’s fine with me Izzy. I told Don to look after you,” he added with a smile.

“Well, I… uh… I guess it’s okay. If… if it’s okay with you.” Suddenly, Izzy’s heart was pounding with excitement. However, she also felt a little pang of dread. She knew that it was going to be very difficult to be alone with Don.

Ed removed his hand and told Don, “Yeah man, Izzy said she would love to have dinner with you.”

Tuesday night…

Izzy stood in the bedroom staring into the mirror. She had on a sexy black chiffon dress. It had tiny spaghetti straps holding up the slinky low-cut top. The bottom was full and hung sexily from her hips. Underneath, she had on a pair of black thigh high nylons. She bit her lip in indecision then reached over and picked up a pair of black silk panties. A little sigh escaped her lips as she started to pull the tiny panties up her thighs. Before she stuck her legs through the leg holes she stopped and put them back in the drawer, the decision being made. She looked one last time at her smoothly shaven sex lips and felt a shiver of excitement run through her.

She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her tonight but when she was trimming her pubic hair, she couldn’t seem to stop until everything was gone. Now she sighed and let the dress fall. She turned and started to walk away from her dresser, then stopped. Her hand was trembling as she picked up the little bottle of perfume Don had given her. She slipped her hand under her dress and sprayed two sprits of the sweet-smelling liquid onto her shorn pussy and thighs.

Izzy had been nervous all week. She was looking forward to tonight with excitement but her conscience was still bothering her. She knew that all the things she and Don had done were very okay if Ed was there, but somehow she justified it because Ed hadn’t suffered at all, he had been there.

Now she was going to be alone with him in an empty house. The temptation was making her stomach do flip-flops. She knew that she had to make a decision. If she let her libido lead her, she would be in the bedroom in a couple of hours with Don between her legs. She was in a quandary.

The chiming of the front doorbell startled Izzy. Her heart started to race as she walked down the stairs. When she opened the door, she saw Don’s handsome face and her racing heart fluttered. He was wearing a gray sports coat, blue turtleneck shirt, and black slacks. He had one red rose in his hand.

“Hi!” he said in a half-whisper, handing her the rose.

“Hi,” Izzy answered almost shyly. “Thank you.”

“You ready?”

“Uh… yeah… sure,” Izzy said, feeling like a high school girl again.

Don took Izzy to a fancy restaurant where they had a wonderful meal. Don was a gentleman all through dinner. When they finished their second bottle of wine, he asked her if she wanted to go dancing.

She though it was a great idea, but first she wanted some snuggle time and crawled onto his lap. As she sat in Don’s lap, he immediately got into what she wanted and let one hand caress the silky skin over her lightly muscled back, while his other hand ran up and down her thighs. He felt her preening into his caresses, licked her lips and stared passionately into his eyes as she parted her thighs. Not one to miss an opportunity Don slid his hand up her leg, smiled as he realized she was ready for him and then gently caressed her pussy lips.

As his finger came close to her slot, he found her soaked in her juices and he slid his finger deep inside her pussy, fingering her quim. As he fingered her pussy, he could see her nipples hardening and push through the dress. He could feel her body quivering as her mouth opened in hard passion filled breaths. Her hands gripped his arm tightly as she whispered.

“Oooohhhh God Don. You’ve got to stop or I’ll cum.”

“Are you sure you want me to stop Baby?” he responded as he continued to slide his finger in and out of her clutching pussy. To make matters worse, he started caressing her clit with his thumb and her legs started trembling in his lap.

As he continued his assault on her exposed pussy, she frantically attacked his lips in a needy kiss, trying to cover kahramanmaraş escort her whimpers and moans. Suddenly she sunk her fingernails into his arms and shoulders as her whole body stiffened. For several seconds she didn’t breathe as her cum took possession of her body. She then exhaled a long, sensuous moan with her legs and belly quivering enthusiastically. Don felt her pussy clutching at his finger as her orgasm continued to drive her internal spasm.

“Oooohhhh God Don… Oooohhhh God you made me cum… Ohh shit.”

She renewed her passionate attack on his mouth, sucking on his lips and dueling with his tongue. When her trembling stopped, Izzy ended the kiss and pulled back to look at Don with lust burning in her eyes. She licked her lips sensuously before whispering, “Oh God Don, I want you so bad!”

She was staring at Don with the all of her lust still in her eyes as he pulled his finger from her pussy and stuck it in his mouth. Don sensuously sucked her juices from his finger and her eyes were wide as she watched his display. Her shoulders shook as a shudder ran through her thinking of what that mouth could do to her.

She quickly leaned down and kissed him one more time before getting off his lap and saying, “Come with me!”

Don got up and dutifully followed her back to a dark corner behind the restrooms. He was looking around when Izzy suddenly turned and jumped into his arms, smothering his face with kisses. Being no dummy, he immediately realized that her passionate need was driving her wild. Her arms and legs wrapped around him desperately clinging to the man she desired. Don quickly got into the swing of things, grabbed both ass cheeks in his hands and pulled her tight against his body.

She continued to attack his face with ferocious loving kisses and he matched her kisses with just as much passion. She suddenly pulled her lips back and whispered, “Don, I can’t stand it. I have to have you!”

With that she slid down his body kneeling in front of him and began unbuckling his pants. She fished his engorged, chocolate cock out of his pants and held it reverently. As she held his cock in her tiny hands, she could barely get her fingers around it. Even with both her tiny hands holding him, he was still sticking out of the top and bottom. Her eyes were as big as saucers as she gently kissed the tip of his cock and then she whispered, “My God Don, it’s the most daunting and beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. So, this monster may not fit in my mouth.” She winked at him and answered her own question, “I know it will because it has before. But, oh my pussy is twitching thinking about taking all of this again.”

She took a deep breath and began sliding the head of his cock into her mouth. She began to sensuously bob her head up and down taking more of his cock in her mouth as she went. Don had never had anyone make love to his cock like this before and then he realized she was swallowing him down her throat. No one had ever done this to his cock and now he knew it was his turn.

Don groaned a deep and masculine groan before whispering, “Oh God Izzy, no one has ever taken me like you do. Oh shit, damn that feels good!”

Izzy began to moan sensuously enjoying his cock in her mouth and the vibrations almost made Don lose it. He quickly bent down, grabbing Izzy around her tiny waist, flipping her upside down and putting her legs on his shoulders around his head. She lost his cock as he flipped her upside down, but quickly recaptured it and fed it back down her throat. Don started licking and nibbling on her very wet and tasty pussy.

For Izzy, this was quickly becoming one of her favorite positions with Don. The only thing missing from the first time they did this was the audience and she really did want Ed watching her. Don sucked and ate her pussy with a passion and gusto that made her gush her nectar into his waiting mouth. Likewise, she loved having Don’s huge cock sliding down her throat, choking her with the smell of his musk permeating her. She wanted to make him cum first, but oral enthusiasm had her edging towards her orgasm.

As he began sucking on her clit and tonguing her pussy, her moans grew in intensity. As Don was drinking in her pussy nectar, he began licking her clit and her hips began a dance of passion around his mouth. Her moans were vibrating through his cock rapidly bringing him to the point of no return. He sucked her clit into his mouth and began to lash it with his tongue forcing her hips to dance an exuberant mambo on his tongue.

Her sucking rhythm faltered as her hips started bucking and thrusting into his face. Suddenly she froze, with all of her muscles rigid as her orgasm ripped through her. As her orgasm gripped her, her throat clamped down on Don’s cock. Izzy’s bucking forced his cock down her throat, and she screamed her orgasm the only way she could with him buried in her throat. Her vibrating moans along with the tight grip that her throat had on his cock, forced his cum to boil to the surface.

Don began kastamonu escort to blast ropes of cum down her throat. She was lost in the exuberance of her own orgasm when Don began shooting his cum down her throat. Izzy had trouble trying to swallow a load of cum upside down and began to gag. She had to quickly pull his cock out of her mouth and throat so she could breathe or she would choke on Don’s cum.

Don saw the problems and quickly flipped Izzy right side up and cradled her in his arms. Don held her and began kissing her face heading towards her mouth. Izzy turned away so he couldn’t kiss her spunk filled mouth, but Don followed her paying homage to this incredible woman. She looked surprised that he would kiss her after having his cum in her mouth, but to Don it didn’t matter at all. He had just had the second-best blow job of his life and she also had the first best blowjob. Besides, he wanted her to know just how good she is.

Izzy was still having aftershocks from her own orgasm and would tremble in his arms every few seconds. They stared into each other’s eyes and both felt that this was turning into something very special.

Izzy’s eyes started to water as she stared at Don’s face and whispered, “Oh Don, it’s not fair, all you have to do is touch me and I’m burning up. Do you have some kind of special power? I can’t stop thinking about you, your smell, your kisses, and wanting you inside me.”

Don’s eyes crinkled an amused smile as he responded, “Well my baby, it goes both ways. I can’t stop thinking about you and I get hard every time I think about you… So, I’m hard a lot.”

Don set her down on her trembling legs and she straightened her disheveled dress. Don wiped little bits of cum from her face before she put her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep sensuous kiss. She gave him one last longing look before she turned and ran to the restroom.

Izzy came back from the restroom and Don immediately drew Izzy next to him. Their lips joined in a deep passionate kiss and Don’s hands renewed his public exploration of Izzy’s sensual body. As the two lovers kissed, the waitress returned with their drinks. She stopped suddenly as she started to place their drinks on the table. Her breathing increased and her heart started to beat hard. She had been watching the couple since they arrived. She had seen them kiss and fondle each other all through dinner. When she looked back at the kissing couple, she saw them part and look at her. She stood frozen, unable to move.

Don smiled at the shocked waitress then turned back to Izzy. He kissed her lips and heard a moan from the young girl as his hand went to Izzy’s thigh. He pulled her leg toward him, making her dress slide up her thighs.

A little gasp escaped from the waitress’s lips as she stared at the black hand moving up the soft white thigh of the woman. Then she moaned as she saw the woman’s bare, swollen sex come into view. She couldn’t believe that she was standing here watching this. Yet, her legs wouldn’t move. Now her breathing was coming in great gasps as she watched a finger slide into the wet hole.

Don smiled to himself when he felt Izzy’s soft sex lips with no hair anywhere to be found. She was ready, he thought.

Izzy moaned and lifted her hips from the seat. She opened her eyes as Don continued to kiss her and saw the waitress still watching them. An electric shock of exhibitionist pleasure ran through her and she spread her legs a little further apart. She felt like such a slut but she couldn’t help herself. A moan escaped her lips as Don added a second finger.

Finally, the waitress took one of the drinks and set it on the table. When she put the second one down, she almost spilled it, clinking the glasses.

Don pulled away from Izzy, leaving his fingers inside her as he looked at the waitress. However, instead of leaving, the waitress stood there. “Oh,” Don finally said and pulled his fingers from Izzy’s dripping hole. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a twenty-dollar bill. He held it out to the waitress. As she took it, Don rubbed his wet fingers across her palm. “Keep the change,” he said with a smile.

The waitress stood for another moment, staring at the shiny juice on her palm. “Uh… uh… thanks,” she muttered and then rushed off.

She was probably running to the ladies room to masturbate Don thought. Then he turned back to Izzy and began to kiss her again. When his hand went back to Izzy’s thigh, he felt her open her legs wide. Slowly he kissed up her neck until he was at her ear. “Let’s get out of here,” he said.

Izzy sucked in her breath, not sure she had heard Don correctly. “What?” she said.

“Listen Izzy, I know you’re worried about going all the way with me without Ed there. If you’re not ready, then that’s okay. We can just go back and I’ll eat you.”

Izzy could feel her swollen sex lips quivering at the thought of Don’s mouth on her. “Okay,” she whispered softly with a desperate need in her voice.

“Okay what?” Don kayseri escort asked, knowing what she meant but wanting to hear her say it.

“Okay, you can… you can take… take me home and… and eaaaaatttt me!” Izzy hissed in nervous excitement.

“Well, since you asked really nice, let’s get out of here,” Don said with a smile, pulling Izzy out of the booth. They walked out of the club, leaving Izzy’s wet spot on the booth’s seats.

Don broke a few speed laws on the way back to Izzy’s house. Fortunately, he didn’t get any tickets. When they were finally inside the door, Don pulled Izzy to him and kissed her passionately. Their bodies pressed together tightly. Suddenly, Don pulled away.

“Are you sure about this sweetheart?” he asked.

Izzy wanted everything, his mouth, his hands and most of all his huge cock splitting her wide open, but she whispered, “Yes… uh… you’re just going to… to, you know, eat me right?”

“If that’s all you want, yes.”

“Okay,” Izzy said as she looked into his eyes and trembled. Then she took Don’s hand and led him toward the living room. When she got to the foot of the stairs though, she looked into the living room and then upstairs. She looked at Don and then at the stairs again with indecision. With a sharp intake of breath, she turned and began to walk up the stairs, pulling Don behind her.

Don wanted to scream, “Yes!” but instead, he followed quietly, watching Izzy’s sexy butt as it swayed in front of him with each step. His half-hard erection was now fully hard. His heart was pounding and he felt like he was in the biggest football game of his life. But, her taut sexy ass, and tiny waist drew his hands up her naked legs as they climbed the stairs. She slowed her ascent letting his hands stoke the furnace between her legs.

Izzy led Don into her and Ed’s bedroom. She flipped on the bedside lamp, turned to Don, and practically melted into his arms. The two of them kissed for a long time, enjoying each other’s mouths, and delaying their ultimate pleasure.

Don pulled away from Izzy and reached his hands up to the thin straps across her shoulders. He heard her moan as he slowly pushed them from her shoulders and let the dress fall to her feet.

Izzy gasped when she stood naked in front of Don. Somehow, she felt even smaller standing in front of his large frame. He loomed over her, his hands gently touching the soft flesh of her arms. She trembled, both excited and butterflies buzzing in anticipation. Don bent his head and kissed Izzy again, pulling her naked body to him. When their lips parted, he pushed Izzy back until she was sitting on the bed.

Don picked up the house phone next to the bed and called Ed’s phone and put it on speaker. When Ed answered Don said, “Ed, Izzy and I had a great time at dinner, but I want to have Izzy for dessert. Is that alright with you?

Ed responded with excitement building in his voice, “If you leave the phone line open and let me listen, I would love to hear Izzy scream in passion. Izzy, Baby, is that alright with you?”

Izzy’s head spun with passion, disbelief, exhibitionist excitement and wild stomach flipping in anticipation. She looked at the phone and then at Don and back to the phone as she excitedly whispered, “Oh Yes, Baby. If that is what you want.”

Ed’s voice had anticipation in his voice as he said, “Oh yes, Baby. I want to hear you tell me everything you’re feeling and do whatever you want. I really want to be there and have you look into my eyes as Don gives you orgasm after orgasm, but listening to you is the next best thing. Don, take care of my Izzy!”

As Don answered he slowly took his jacket off and placed it across a chair. “Ed, you know I think you are the luckiest guy in the world and now, with your blessing, I’m going to be number two. You know I will take great care of this very special lady.” Then he pulled his top up, exposing his rippled stomach and then his strong chest. He added the shirt to the jacket on the chair and then pulled his shoes and socks off, leaving only his slacks. His eyes locked on Izzy’s as he slowly unbuckled his belt.

Izzy’s breathing was coming in gasps as she watched Don strip in front of her. She was shaking with excitement as he opened his pants and let them drop to his feet. She gasped when she saw the large tent in his white boxer briefs. She wanted to reach out and grab it but she was afraid that he would see how much her hands were trembling. Then she held her breath as Don hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pulled his shorts down. A moan came from deep in her throat as his large black cock sprang out.

Don could see Izzy’s eyes burning with lust as he slowly moved closer, his cock swinging gently back and forth. His own heart was beating rapidly as he moved ever closer. He watched as Izzy tentatively reached out her trembling hand and wrapped it around his pulsing tool. It was his turn to moan.

As her hand held the throbbing tool, Izzy could imagine the large head in her mouth. Unable to control her actions, she reached her other hand out to steady the long shaft, and then she bent forward and closed her lips around the head. She moaned and heard Don join her. Her hands began to move up and down, squeezing the hot shaft in her fists as saliva dripped from the stretched corners of her mouth.

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Monica Kelly had just taken off her coat when she noticed the bright yellow sticky note posted on her day calendar on her desk. Another important memo for her to type, she presumed, and paid it little attention as she put her purse away in her desk and switched on her computer.

Her boss, Albert, left notes on her desk every morning for various tasks he wanted completed for the day, and Monica, being the dutiful secretary she was, always got them completed on a timely basis.

Monica put some hot water into the coffee maker so it would be fresh and ready when Albert got out of his morning meeting. She heard loud laughing coming from the conference room so she was pleased to know he would at least be in a good mood today.

Monica sat down at her desk and began sorting through her memos for the day. After answering a few calls, Albert walked in, giving Monica a cheerful “good morning,” and grabbing a cup of coffee.

Monica smiled. It pleased her when Albert was in a good mood, and his greeting her made her feel appreciated.

“Quite a meeting in there?” Monica inquired.

“We’re a little enthused about tomorrow, if you don’t mind,” he said. “Any calls?”

“Yes, a Mr. Bakerson is on line two for you,” Monica said, and then stopped. “Wait, what’s happening tomorrow?”

“Didn’t you read my note?” Albert said. With that, he disappeared into his office and picked up the phone.

Of course, Monica thought, she’d been here a good five minutes and hadn’t read the note her boss had left for her.

Monica squinted to read Albert’s sloppy writing, which she had become increasingly accustomed to but still had occasional difficulties making sense of from time to time. Monica was able to gather from today’s scribble something to the effect that she should look at tomorrow on her day calendar.

Monica flipped the page, seeing a large “7” with the word “Wednesday” above it, and “February” underneath, as always, with the day’s holiday or other significant event or trivia written in small print at the bottom.

To Monica’s surprise, the “significant event” listed for the 7th of February was “Nude Secretaries Day.”

That was it. No further information. Monica didn’t know what to make of the information, and flipped her calendar back to Tuesday.

Must be a joke, Monica thought to herself, and heard Albert laughing in his office and presumed that’s what the joke in the meeting must have been about as well.

Monica continued working on her assignments for the day, all the while rolling her eyes at the smirks she got from her coworkers when they passed her in the halls.

“Some funny joke,” Monica mumbled to herself.

At lunchtime, Monica ate in the cafeteria with Shari Kirshner, another secretary who worked in the building. Monica had only worked there for a few months, and Shari and she quickly became friends after she was hired.

“Tough putting up with all the Nude Day jokes,” Monica said as a laughing coworker walked out of the cafeteria.

“Tell me about it,” Shari said. “It’s like this every year.”

“They have this every year?” Monica asked.

“February 7,” Shari said. “I don’t know who adds that to the calendars, but it’s always there. Just something we have to put up with every year.”

Monica nodded in understanding. Shari finished eating, then got up and put her paper lunch bag in the trash.

“Well, I just try to look on the bright side,” Shari said, stuffing her trash in the wastebasket.

“What’s that?” Monica asked.

“At least we don’t have to worry about what to wear tomorrow.”

Monica couldn’t muster a response to Shari’s statement before she left up the stairs back to her office.

No, Monica said to herself. They were pulling her leg. Shari had to be joking.

Monica was thinking Shari must be in on this Nude Day gag, this being some sort of hazing for Monica since she was still relatively new to the office. Monica decided this was the most likely explanation and dismissed the notion that this “Nude Secretaries Day” was anything more than an immature joke that circulated around the office every year.

Five o’clock finally came and Monica grabbed her purse and coat to leave for the day. Albert watched her carefully from his office as she retrieved her purse from the cubby drawer at the bottom of her cabinet. He had specifically arranged her office so that many important items were stored down low, so Monica would have to bend over to retrieve them. Monica tended to wear tight skirts, and bending over made her skirt material complement the round shape of her buttocks even more, which Albert found very tantalizing. Albert admired Monica’s shapely posterior for several seconds, enjoying the soft curves and subtle panty lines. After retrieving her purse, Monica stood up and waved goodbye to Albert.

“See you tomorrow,” Albert said, and winked.

Monica blushed slightly as she put on her coat. Albert listened to the click of her heels as she walked down the halls until she had left his range of rize escort hearing.

—–

The following morning, Monica woke up like any other day. She got dressed as she usually did, miniskirt, nylons, blouse, and heels, and of course, bra and panties.

Monica quickly ate a bagel with cheese, and as she did, she took a glance at the morning newspaper.

February 7, it said at the top, with a sub-headline reading “Nude Secretaries Day: A Growing Fad?” Monica hadn’t had time to read the article, but worried a bit about how widespread the phenomenon seemed to reach. Even the morning radio show made a mention of it, and had a secretary from the radio station talk on the air whom they jokingly claimed was naked. Monica frowned and changed stations.

After pulling into the parking lot of her office, Monica checked her lipstick in the rearview mirror, and as she did, saw Shari stepping out of her car. Shari was bundled up in a long furry coat, as was Monica. Monica got out of her car and went over to greet her.

“Morning, Shari,” Monica said.

Shari gave a soft smile and said hi.

“Well, here it goes, let’s get this over with,” Shari said, walking towards the building.

“I’ll be glad when this day is over with,” Monica said.

They entered the office building where several of their male coworkers were waiting for them.

“Well, ladies, let’s have a look!” one of them said.

“Come on, coats off!” another said.

“Oh, give it a rest, you pervs!” Monica said.

The men feigned offense.

“You want to break tradition?” one said facetiously.

Shari and Monica walked up the stairs to avoid the gathering of men who would undoubtedly be waiting for them in the elevator.

“Jeez, they don’t seriously think they’re going to see us naked?” Monica said.

Shari looked over at Monica.

“Well, yeah, they are,” Shari said.

Monica laughed.

“Give me a break,” she said.

Shari looked perplexed by Monica’s statement.

They arrived at Shari’s office, where Shari’s boss, David, was waiting for her with a bouquet of flowers in his hands.

“Happy Nude Secretaries Day, Shari!” David said, extending the flowers towards her.

Shari smiled at the gesture.

“Thank you, David,” Shari said, taking the flowers and setting them on her desk.

“All right, let’s have a look at you, gorgeous,” David said.

“Oh, please,” Monica said, as Shari began to remove her coat. “There’s no way you’re being serious! We-”

Monica was at a loss for words as Shari removed her coat, revealing her stunning and shapely body, without a stitch of clothing.

David seemed oblivious of anyone else in the room as he stared at Shari’s round, full breasts and long slender legs, and smiled.

Shari was at least a D cup and appeared to be all natural, so Monica felt a bit inadequate with her modest C’s. Shari tried not to notice David’s admiring stares as she set her coat aside, sat down at her desk and began her duties for the day, in the nude.

Monica backed out of the room slowly, and Shari turned toward her.

“You’d better get your coat off,” Shari said. “It’s almost eight o’clock.”

“I will. When I get to my office,” Monica said.

Monica walked swiftly down the halls, with the clicking of her heels alerting her coworkers to her presence. They peeked out their offices as she passed, disappointed that she still hadn’t taken off her coat yet.

Monica strode into her office and shut the door behind her. She braced her body against the doorway and took a deep breath.

This was for real. Today was Nude Secretaries Day. She would have to be nude.

Monica took her coat off and placed it on the hook on the door. She paced nervously around the room, and was relieved to see Albert wasn’t in his office and couldn’t see that she was fully dressed.

There has to be something, Monica thought. I could fake being sick. I could claim a family emergency. I could quit! Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” Monica stammered.

“Roger,” the voice said.

“Who?” Monica asked.

“Your deliveryman,” he said.

Roger was, in fact, the deliveryman. Monica was so distraught she completely forgot about him.

“Leave it by the door,” she said in a nervous panic.

“Is there a problem in there?” Roger asked.

“No,” Monica said.

“Then open the door.”

Monica’s thoughts were a train wreck inside her head. She grabbed her coat and put it on, and opened the door. Roger stood there with a perplexed expression.

“You need to sign,” Roger said, extending a clipboard and pen towards her.

Monica took the package and signed the form on Roger’s clipboard. As she did, Roger scanned Monica’s fully clothed body.

“Ma’am, why are you still dressed?” Roger asked. “Don’t you know what day it is today?”

“I know what day it is today! I haven’t taken my coat off yet!” Monica snapped.

Roger seemed insulted sakarya escort by Monica’s tone.

“Fine,” he said. “Just asking.”

Roger walked away, and Monica closed the door again.

There has to be something, Monica thought again. Her phone rang, and being the dutiful secretary she was, answered it.

“Albert Hosdale’s office, this is Monica speaking.”

“Monica,” Albert said. “Good, you’re here. I was worried you wouldn’t show up today.”

“I’m here,” Monica said.

“I trust you’re dressed for today’s occasion,” Albert said.

“Of course,” Monica lied.

“Glad to hear it. Would you be so kind as to bring coffee down to the conference room? Everyone’s here, and we’d all like to have a gorgeous secretary serve us on this special day.”

Monica paused.

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Monica said.

“Thank you.”

Monica hung up the phone. She threw her coat off again and tried to decide what to do. Monica looked at the coffee maker. The coffee hadn’t even been started yet; this might take longer than she promised.

Monica scooped the grounds, poured some water in, and with the switch of a button, the familiar gurgling sound told Monica the coffee was underway.

Now it was time.

There were no viable options. Monica would have to celebrate Nude Secretaries Day as the day was intended.

She opened a drawer in her desk. It was mostly empty, so there would be enough room to stash her clothes there.

Monica took out eight coffee cups from her cabinet and lined them up on a plastic tray. The coffee would be done in just a few minutes, and she would be expected to serve it.

She leaned against her office door again and stared at the day calendar resting on her desk, flipped to February 7.

Nude Secretaries Day.

Monica stared a the calendar, the calendar stared back at her.

Nude Secretaries Day.

Monica stood motionless for several minutes, contemplating what she was about to do.

It wasn’t until the coffee maker dribbled the last of the coffee into the pot, that Monica proceeded to take off her clothes.

—–

“And to conclude, I think this will be a successful year,” Albert said. The other employees gave a soft applause.

“What about the coffee?” one employee said.

Albert frowned, and checked his watch.

“Monica said she would be here. I wonder what’s keeping her?” Albert muttered.

“Flirting in the hall, no doubt,” another employee said. “Who would leave a cat like her alone today?”

No sooner did the conference doors open, and Monica entered. All heads turned towards her.

Monica carried a tray with eight cups of steaming hot coffee, though the attention in the room was fixated on Monica’s steaming hot naked body.

It had taken her some nerve to remove every last piece of clothing from her body, but Monica did it. She was still wearing her heels; she assumed she would at least be allowed to keep those on, and she still had on her glasses, earrings, and a hair clip. But between her neck and her ankles, Monica was as naked as a Victorian lady in a Renaissance painting.

The men slid their chairs closer to the table to conceal their erections as they gazed at Monica’s beautiful body. Monica made her way around the table, placing a cup in front of each one of them.

“Thank you, Monica,” Albert said, as she placed a cup in front of him.

“You’re welcome, Albert,” Monica said.

Once Monica’s tray was empty, she turned to leave the room.

“Wait,” Albert said, and grabbed Monica by her thigh.

“What?” Monica asked, in nervous alarm.

“I’d like cream with sugar please,” Albert said.

Albert kept his hand pressed firmly on her thigh.

“I’ll go get it,” Monica said.

“Thank you.”

Albert took his hand off Monica’s thigh and she left the room. Everyone in the room was in trance as they sipped their coffee.

Monica returned moments later, and scooped the sugar and cream into Albert’s coffee. Albert smiled.

“Thanks, doll,” he said.

“You’re welcome,” Monica smiled.

Albert put his arm around Monica’s waist and pulled her towards him. He kissed her lightly on her hip. Monica felt a light tingle between he legs as she walked out of the room.

The other men looked at Albert in congratulatory, albeit envious expressions.

—–

Monica returned to her office and sat down in front of her computer. It was strange, being in the seat she was so familiar with as a secretary, but now completely nude. She began taking phone calls and typing memos as she always did, and for the next few hours, the day seemed almost normal. Of course, plenty of coworkers stopped by to take a glance at her, and every now and then she’d have to take a trip to the copy machine, which meant going down the halls and being noticed.

Sometimes it was a wolf whistle, sometimes an off-color comment, but the men in the office definitely let Monica know they samsun escort appreciated her attire, or lack of, for the day.

On her way back to her office, Monica passed Shari in the hall, who took a glance at her as well.

“Hey,” Shari said.

“Hey,” Monica replied.

“You look good,” Shari said.

Monica blushed.

“You too,”

Shari smiled and walked away. Monica stood stunned for a minute and realized Shari’s compliment made her feel a bit dizzy.

Monica went back to her office and continued with her work. Oddly enough, she found she was actually enjoying it. Working in the nude seemed liberating for her, and she was starting to feel a bit silly about being so nervous about it that morning.

Even the attention from her coworkers was not bothering her. Monica began leaving her office door all the way open to insure passing coworkers would be able to see her.

Soon Monica started to make reasons for her to leave her office, and make special trips around the building, stopping by at the desks of the more attractive male employees. They would flirt with her and ask her to do or say sexy things. Monica ran into one man who had been waiting several days for Monica to provide him with a phone directory of clients he needed to call back. Monica had completely forgotten about this, but said that she would have it ready for him by tomorrow morning. To make sure she didn’t forget again, he teased her by writing a reminder on a sticky note and posting it, of all places, on her breast. Monica laughed and left it there.

Another man she visited had a package of pens, some of which were dried up. He asked her to extend her thigh, so he could test the ink level of each pen on her skin. Monica held her leg in place for him as he tested all fifty-nine pens on her, and when he was finished, her thigh looked like a rainbow. The pens tickled, but the man was very handsome so Monica did as he asked.

Other men were starting to like the idea of putting sticky notes on the secretaries’ bodies, so Monica was finding her coworkers sticking reminders on her arms, legs, belly, and buttocks. Before long, she had so many post-it notes on her body, they were starting to conceal her nakedness, much to her coworkers displeasure. After a few complaints, Monica removed all of the notes so she was naked once again.

—–

Around 11 o’clock Monica got a memo, telling all secretaries in the building to report to the lunchroom room for a group photo. Monica placed her papers aside and made her way to the elevator. The elevator was crowed, but Monica didn’t mind. She stood idly in the center of the elevator, while the other passengers stood around her, occasionally sneaking a peek at her cleavage. As the elevator ascended, Monica felt a light pinch on her buttocks. Before today, that might have prompted her to slap somebody, but today she simply gave a friendly smile to everyone behind her, and made no attempt to figure out which one of them goosed her behind.

The elevator doors opened, and Monica made her way to the lunchroom. There were only seven secretaries who worked in her building, but to her surprise, all of them showed up for work today in the all natural.

A photographer had been hired to take numerous shots of the seven of them. The photos would be published in the company newsletter and website to promote the company and the event.

Monica was surprised at how beautiful all of the secretaries were without their clothes. The youngest of them was nineteen, the oldest was thirty-eight, but they were all stunningly sexy.

The photographer snapped shots of the seven of them all in a line, and then they took turns as he took individual poses. Monica was really enjoying herself, and found herself working up the nerve to do some daring poses that would not have been out of place in a soft core men’s magazine.

The photographer then announced that he would need a few “tasteful” photos to publish where graphic nudity was not allowed. This meant he would need the women to pose with their private parts concealed.

He asked them to cover their breasts with their arms and to lift one leg and turn it to the side to cover their pubic area.

Monica had some difficulty balancing while performing this maneuver, so Shari suggested Monica use her hands to cover her pubic hair.

“Then how do I cover my breasts?” Monica asked.

“Like this,” Shari said.

Shari reached around and covered Monica’s breasts with her hands.

“Great pose,” the photographer said. “Shari, move in closer to her.”

Shari moved closer to Monica so Monica’s body could conceal Shari’s better. The photographer snapped several pictures in this pose and then complemented them on a great shoot.

—–

At lunchtime, Monica ate with Shari as she usually did, though today there were significantly more men seated around neighboring tables observing the two of them.

“How you handling it do far?” Shari asked.

“Not too bad,” Monica said.

“Really not as terrible as you thought, it is?” Shari asked.

Monica had to agree. Between the photo shoot and the rather lax workday, this had been one of her more enjoyable days at this company.

“So have you done this all five years you’ve been here?” Monica asked.

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This story is part thirteen of how the financial pressures of joblessness in the era of COVID forces one woman into becoming a 24/7 live-in companion and submissive BDSM playmate. Please read the previous parts first to get to know the characters and the kink they have shared. Comments and suggestions are very appreciated. I am writing a love story that contains incest, lesbian, male domination, exhibitionist, erotic and BDSM themes. If you don’t like these themes, please skip this story.

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this story are fictional. Any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

I want to thank my editor 1moeannie. She took my original text and made great suggestions and corrections that helped me improve the story.

Main Characters;

Alice is a 45-year-old widow who enjoyed a kinky submissive lifestyle with her husband before he died. She occasionally will switch. Her husband’s death left her in a very tight financial situation, but she was making it work before losing her job due to COVID. She met Howard on-line. He was seeking a companion who also enjoys BDSM play as a submissive. So far, things are working out for Alice. Alice has two adult children, Michelle and Jessica.

Howard is a 64-year-old widower. He discovered his interest in BDSM through a submissive friend, who helped him learn the practice of BDSM domination safely. Their relationship was always just about kinky sex. They otherwise had nothing in common. Howard is usually dominant but occasionally switches, usually only as part of a game of chance. Howard wants more than a submissive BDSM playmate; he wants a companion. He has put Alice through several tests, including punishments. It is beginning to appear that Alice may be the one.

Michelle (23 years old) and Jessica (21 Years old) are Alice’s daughters. Both were unaware of their parents’ secret kinky lifestyle until they were helping their mom move into a smaller place to save money and found her stash of sex toys. They have since been having kinky incestual three ways with their Mom, Alice.

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Hotel Exhibitionist

Howard had me prepare dinner for us to eat at 5 pm. I told him every person replied to my texts and I wanted to spend some time talking with him about my school for submissives I was planning to set up. He agreed it could be a lot of fun.

As we finished dinner that night, Howard said, “This evening, we will check into a hotel near LAX. We’ll wear masks and put on a show. Wear something you could wear to a fancy society affair. We leave at 6:00 pm.”

I went to my room and picked out a nice set of panties, a bra trimmed in lace, Thigh-high fishnet stockings, and my 5″ heels. I put on a dress that nicely displayed my cleavage and stopped at mid-thigh.

I was ready on time, and Howard greeted me with a hug and a kiss. He was wearing a sharp-looking dark blue suit with a blue pin striped shirt and a red tie. He took my hand and led me into the garage. He opened a box just inside the door into the garage. Each hook was labeled with the car the keys were for. He grabbed keys from a hook tagged van.

We walked past my car, the black suburban, a few other cars, and approached a dark blue Mercedes Benz sprinter van with a high roof.

He opened the passenger door for me to climb into a comfortable captain’s chair. The row behind me also had two captains’ chairs. Behind the second row was just a single chair made out of what appeared to be mostly pipes. I didn’t get a very good look at it.

I asked, “Howard, why the van tonight? We walked past some very nice sedans.”

He replied, “This one has these cool windows that can go from clear to dark with just a turn of this dial. It will make the drive back a more exciting experience.”

I looked at him quizzically and said, “That sounds ominous.”

He laughed saying, “It’s going to be an awesome evening. Do you trust me?”

I replied, “Always. You’d think I’d learn better” then laughed.

I asked, “So where are we going?”

He replied, “A hotel near LAX. We’ll have some fun there.”

With that, he leaned over, kissed me, then we pulled out and headed on our way. As always, we talked about many different subjects. I wondered if we would ever run out of things to talk about. I was finding that the more time I spent with Howard, the more I liked him. We took Malibu Canyon over to the coast, which is a lovely scenic drive. The view of the Pacific at the end of the canyon was glorious.

At one point, I noticed that one of the screens on his dashboard showed a picture of the “pipe” chair in the back. I wondered what was going on with that, but our discussions were so engaging that it soon slipped my mind.

“Why are we going to a hotel at LAX?” I asked.

“In the late 80s, one of the largest hotels near LAX was built. It has two large towers and two short wings built to shield the back swimming pool and gardens from the road noise adana escort on Century Boulevard. In 2010 LAX decided to consolidate all their operations into a single building which was built on the adjacent property right up to the property line of the hotel. There is one suite that comes within 20 feet of the LAX operations building. The suite has floor-to-ceiling windows that look directly into the operations center. I occasionally like to be an exhibitionist and this is a safe way to do it.”

“Oh, so we are going to put on a show for the ops people?” I said as I felt my pussy tingle with excitement.

“Yes, we’ll be wearing masks, so we can’t be identified.” He replied.

I said, “This should be fun.”

We pulled into the hotel and parked on the deserted 3rd level in the basement about as far from the main elevator to the lobby as we could.

I asked, “Why so far from the lobby elevator?”

“It will make sense when we leave.” He replied.

Howard pulled a rolling suitcase out of the back of the van and we went to check-in. We were offered an upgrade to the central tower, but Howard declined it.

The suite was spacious, spanning the entire end of the top floor of the short wing. Drapes covered the windows looking toward the operations center but were open on the sides showing the gardens and pool on one side and Century Boulevard on the other.

Howard rolled the suitcase into one of the large bedrooms with a full wall of windows facing the operations center and pulled out masks. He turned off the lights and opened the drapes. After checking that people were working across the way, he set up a small camera.

“It’s fun to video their reactions and watch them later,” he explained.

He closed the drapes, pulled some soft white LED floodlights out of the suitcase, and plugged them in. He rearranged the lights so that the entire room was lit in a soft glow. The people across the way would be able to observe all the action in the room. He checked his phone to make sure he was able to turn the LED lights on and off.

He placed a flogger on the nightstand, grabbed four glass jar candles from the suitcase, positioning them around the room, and lit them.

He said, “These candles melt at a lower temperature, around 102 F, so they won’t burn your skin.”

“Why are you telling me that?” I was already aware that I might get some first-hand experience with them.

He replied, “So you’re not unnecessarily worried later.”

The thrill of the unknown instantly translated into my pussy becoming wetter. He turned the lights off then opened the drapes. I could see a room with seven masked people in it. Four guys and three women. They appeared to be in their late 20s to early 30s There were about ten workstations along the walls on both sides of the room. There was a large table with chairs all around it in the middle. The room’s far side had a door in the middle with glass-walled offices on each side of it. There was one woman who appeared to be my age sitting in one of the offices. It was clear they were all just shooting the breeze. That wasn’t too surprising given the lower number of flights resulting in fewer ground operations because of COVID 19.

He handed me a mask that covered my face from the tip of my nose to my hairline except for my eyes.

“What do I do?” I asked as I put on the mask.

“I will first turn on the light, then we will come into the room. From then on just follow my lead. Okay? Now, remember, pretend we don’t notice them. It makes for a better show. We’ll notice them at the end and act shocked. It makes for a good final scene.” He said.

“That I can do!” I enthusiastically replied.

We walked out of the bedroom, Howard pressed the app on his phone and I could see the lights go on through the open door.

Howard laughed then said, “Showtime.” He grabbed my hand, led me into the room, then started to kiss me passionately with his hands roaming over my body. I immediately got in the mood and began stroking his body.

We slowly turned as we kissed. I realized he was checking to see if anyone noticed. After a couple of rotations, one of the guys saw us. He told the nearest guy who also looked. Soon we had the four guys and three gals looking at us.

Howard moved his hand to the zipper of my dress and pulled it down. His hands went inside the open back, he slowly pulled the dress off my shoulders then down my arms. He then slowly pulled the dress down while I placed my hands on either side of his head, sliding my hands through his hair. He let the dress drop to my ankles. I stepped out of it as we continued to kiss.

Soon I was standing in just lingerie. Still decent, my breasts and pussy were covered, I clearly had the undivided attention of the folks in the office across the way. We continued to make out like teenagers, turning slowly in a circle.

I saw the woman in the office come out, laugh, then say something to the workers. They all laughed, a few ankara escort of them picked up their phones. Some to take pictures and others to make calls.

“Aren’t you worried about them taking pictures?” I asked

“We are in our hotel room making out. They’re the peeping toms. The worse thing would be someone from the hotel knocking on our door and informing us we were being watched. That has never happened. No one can tell that it’s us. Would you recognize me wearing this mask?” He explained.

“No,” I replied.

I was becoming more aroused. I decided to remove Howard’s coat and tie.

Howard said, “Perfect, you’re getting into the game.”

He then bent down, grabbed the sides of my panties pulling them off. He maneuvered me into a chair so I was facing the window and could watch their reactions.

He then knelt between my legs moving his mouth over my pussy. I hung my head back in pleasure as I savored the sensation of his tongue laving my labia, like the sea laving the shore with small, agitated waves. He sucked my clit for a while which was heavenly as I moaned in pleasure.

Across the way, they were all unable to look away. One of the gals was stroking her breast. One guy was sitting in a chair with his hand on his pants rubbing his cock. I watched as two more women came in, I laughed when I saw their jaws drop.

I then pulled Howard’s head up to mine and we kissed while I took the opportunity to unbutton his shirt and pull it over his head.

He reached around, undid my bra then pulled it off. Then he sucked on one nipple for a minute then moved to the other nipple. After trading off a few times, he put two fingers into my vagina massaging my G-spot while squeezing my breasts and alternated sucking each nipple.

I felt my climax envelop me as my body shook with each passionate surge.

Howard looked up from my pussy with a smile, said, “That was a great first act. What should be our second act?”

I looked at our audience, their gazes were glued to the activities in our room. The woman my age had gone back to her office, her hands had disappeared under the desk. One of the women and a man were holding hands in the corner. He looked a little surprised, but he wasn’t fighting it.

He said, “Take off my shoes and pants.”

I leaned down, untied his shoes then removed them. I unzipped his pants pulling them down. I put my hands on both sides of his briefs and pulled them off. Now we were both naked, with the exception of my stockings and heels.

His profile was to the audience. I bowed down in front of him and took his erect cock in my hands. I glanced at our audience. Our performance had them enthralled.

I looked up at Howard and said, “I think we have a hit on our hands.”

He replied with a smirk, “Actually you have my cock in your hands. Get busy!”

I moved my lips to the crown of his cock licking around its top. I sucked the crown for a few moments then went all the way down on it.

He reached down and started massaging my breasts. I moved my mouth down to his balls and took them into my mouth one at a time. What popped into my head was, “I wished he had no hair down here as it would be a lot more pleasant for me.”

I moved back to his cock taking the whole length into my mouth, his pubes tickling my nose.

He grabbed my hair on the sides of my head and started forcing my mouth up and down his cock. I noticed he kept the speed slow enough that we weren’t quickly building to a climax.

Howard said, “Time for act three. Stand up.”

I stood up, Howard moved the chair so it was facing our audience. He sat on it saying, “Sit on my lap facing the window, so that we are doing a reverse cowgirl. It will be a great show for our audience as your tits bounce while we fuck.”

I carefully sat down so that my pussy was impaled on Howard’s cock. He wrapped his arms around me placing a hand on each side of my breasts.

I slowly started to rock my hips, feeling the bliss of his cock sliding inside me. Howard matched my rhythm with his thrusts and movement of his hands.

I said, “I can tell that you are using your hands to make my girls bounce more.”

He laughed, “We’ve got to make sure that the audience gets their money’s worth.”

I giggled, “I’m sure we are delivering far more entertainment than they ever expected this evening.”

Howard placed his hands on the outside of my thighs then lightly dragged them along my legs, across my hips, along my sides, then moved them to my breasts. His light, sensual touch sent shivers throughout my body. He then reversed direction, lightly sliding his hands from my breasts to my sides and then across my hips to where he started.

He slid his hands to my inner thighs slowly, lightly, he slid them up to my clit. While one hand massaged my clit, the other hand continued its sensual tour of the other side of my body.

I felt myself being driven higher and higher as we rocked in unison.

He adıyaman escort then leaned forward and began kissing my neck. He switched the hand rubbing my clit and with the other and resumed the tour of the other side of my body. It was blissful. I didn’t give a shit that people were watching. This was heaven.

I thought about how lucky I was to find someone who met my kinky needs like the perfect fit of a jigsaw puzzle. I hoped this wasn’t something that was too good to be true. I needed this to work or I would soon to be broke. I hoped I had found someone who wanted to play with me that I liked… no that I loved. I hope this wasn’t just a blip on the radar. I wanted what Howard offered me. He understood my need to be controlled and even to feel pain. He also understood that sometimes I wanted more pain than was good for me. Then after a painful session, after the orgasms had subsided, he took care of me, he made sure I was okay.

Howard pinch my nipples saying, “Hey Sleepyhead, you almost came to a complete stop there. Let’s keep the show on the road.”

I replied, “Sorry Howard, I just started thinking of how wonderful this week has been and how I never want it to end.”

Howard’s answer surprised me, “Neither do I. I haven’t felt this alive in years.”

I leaned back and to the side, turned my head toward his, our lips met, the kiss was magnificent.

We resumed our rocking motion as Howard’s hands returned to their wandering ways, making many extended visits to my clit.

Howard kissed the back of my neck then said, “Stand up.”

I stood up, Howard turned the chair to be profiled to the audience. He told me to stand behind the chair facing it. Once I was in position, he pushed on my upper back causing me to bend over the chair.

Howard said, “I love the look of your gorgeous ass bouncing on my cock right in front of me.”

Then Howard knelt down behind me, I felt Howard’s tongue slide into my pussy. He grasped my hips pulling my pussy tightly against his tongue. I moaned as he began to suck my clit. With both hands, he spread my pussy lips further apart driving his tongue deeper into me. He moved his tongue to my clit, alternating between licking, sucking, and kissing it.

He moved away from my pussy and I felt his cock slide into me again.

I moaned as his cock was thrust into my vagina. He slid it in and out, using his hands on my hips to give each thrust more force.

He leaned around, grasped my nipples, pinching them. I felt the pain run through my body.

I glanced over to our voyeurs, we still had a rapt audience.

He pulled his cock out then rubbed the tip of it on a tour of all the parts of my vulva. It looked as if the audience got a kick out of that maneuver. But I needed him back inside me.

I said, “Howard, you better put that cock back in me or so help me god, I will rape you.”

He laughed. “That could be fun,” as he thrust his cock back into my pussy.

I put a hand on my clit to rub it in such a way that our audience would notice.

Howard mused, “That was well executed. You’re going to give some of those guys some incredible wet dreams. And/or a trip to the restroom to rub one out.”

He rocked into me hard as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I felt the oncoming power of another orgasm, then Howard stopped.

Howard said, “We need to save that orgasm for the finale.”

I groaned in disappointment.

Howard replied, “I promise you many more orgasms before the night is through.”

As he helped me off the chair, we embraced with a deep kiss.

Howard broke off the kiss explaining, “For our final act, we’ll do our second Kama Sutra position.”

I replied, “That will be an amazing finale.”

Kama Sutra Deep Lotus

Howard gathered up the four candles placing them on the nightstand.

I said, “Moving those candles next to the flogger worries me a little.”

He got on the bed so that his profile was facing our audience. He had one leg straight and the other bent at the knee.

Howard explained, “You are to face me and lower yourself down onto my cock in a deep squat until you are resting on your knees. You’ll need to take your shoes off, but your stockings can stay on. Wrap your arms around my neck to maintain your balance. I’ll do the same.”

I kicked off my heels, got up on the bed straddling him. I lowered myself down in a squat. I felt his cock sliding deep inside me. I put my arms around his neck as he returned the gesture.

He reached over, grabbed the orange candle as he leaned back saying, “This won’t be too bad. Just take a deep breath as I pour this down your back.”

I tensed up as I felt the hot candle wax hit my back. It wasn’t as hot as I had feared, but it still delivered a hot sting. I felt Howard’s other hand start to smear the melted wax over my back.

Howard began rocking his pelvis, as his cock moved within my pussy. He told me that we needed to take turns rocking our hips to heighten our climax.

Howard grabbed a second candle, which was red, and slowly poured the hot wax on my right breast. The melted wax sensation added to the swelling of sensations the constant movement of his cock in me was generating. He carefully smeared the red wax on my breast so that it was evenly covered.

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