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So there I was, some thirty floors above ground level, my knees knocking together nervously as I balanced precariously on a rickety old work lift cleaning office windows. Not the ideal job for someone who doesn’t enjoy heights or the picturesque view of the sprawling city, but a job’s a job. And after me spending two-months tracking, hunting and finally landing a date with the beautiful Mary-Beth (a high-maintenance, career-minded chick who expected to be treated like a Princess) it was in my best interest to get some money together. The two guys I was working with thought it best if I broke my cherry by descending the first five floors myself; just me, my bucket and my squeegee, shakily washing, rinsing and then wiping clean the twenty-five office windows whilst blowing in the wind, as the song goes. I could imagine them giggling like school children on the roof above me as they occasionally gave the safety rails a kick or two, thinking themselves fucking hilarious, this ritual passed down to all the new guys. Bastards.

As I swung the lift over to the second from the right office window, been careful not to over-extend myself or slip and fall to my doom, I soaped my squeegee and prepared to splash the window. Once you peer into one office room you’ve pretty much seen them all, and besides, fifty feet in the air is not the ideal time for furniture shopping. So, a freezing, dripping, soapy squeegee in hand, I was about to smear the double-glazed window with it when something caught my eye, forcing me to drop the squeegee, it landing by my boots with a wet thud.

Before me was a sight not just for sore eyes, but some thirty bitlis escort floors up an unexpected sight indeed; a big breasted, gorgeous young woman, kneeling on the office desk, some lucky dude in an open shirt and flopping tie behind her banging the ass off of her! Whether she was his secretary and he her boss, or the other way round I had no idea, but Jesus, what a spectacle! She was still half-dressed, meaning her gorgeous titties had popped out of her black, lacy bra, her white blouse opened down to her navel. Her black skirt was raised above her hips, her panties thrown across the desk. She was dressed in black stockings, with suspenders streaking up her tanned thighs. Her auburn hair bounced to and fro as the office stud hammered her from behind, her beauteous breasts swayed hypnotically from the round grip of her bra.

Pretty fucking cool, eh? My own peepshow, and no jackass jerking off behind me, either. Just gazing into her slutty face, sticky red lips pursed in an ‘Oh’ of pleasure, she clawing the papers in front of her, occasionally glancing back at him over her shoulder made my cock hard. Yeah, even all the way up there.

And then the office stud saw me, he pointing me out to his office slut. He went to quit, but she ordered him not to. Perhaps she got off on being watched, who knows, but she waved at me and blew me a kiss, tits wobbling, ass pounded, she then smiling saucily in my direction. Because the merry couple was close to the window I was happening to be cleaning, office slut decided to have a little fun with me. She stretched out her tongue, it almost touching the glass, bolu escort flicked it through her lips and, lifting one of her hands off the desk pretended to she was puling on a cock.

Did she mean mine, I wondered? I pressed my growing erection to the window; office slut then motioned with her tongue to lick it, as if my prick was in full view of her face. Well, it was, just a damn annoying double-glazing piece of glass dividing us. What a horny slut, I smirked, and when she mouthed to me to “Take it out!” I could hardly refuse, could I?

It’s not as if anyone was looking, so, feeling bold as brass I unzipped my cock from my workpants and, griping the shaft held it in front of her face. To my utter amazement office slut went to lick it, or simulated the licking and sucking of my cock, all the while she getting fucked doggy style across the desk. To my surprise I began pulling on my prick, thinking myself crazy, but what the hell? It was pretty cold up there, but I didn’t care – my fingers gripped the shaft, my thumb brushing off my circumcised knob, the sensitive area, hoping to make this quick. Last thing I needed was Abbott and Costello above me to pull the lift up, catching me in mid-stroke.

By her expression office slut’s orgasm (I couldn’t tell how many she had before hand) was rapidly approaching – through closed eyes she opened her mouth and let out a scream, her fingertips gripping the edge of the desk, her shaking breasts pressed onto the desktop. Her hair swept across her face as her body tensed, she then raising her reddened face, sweat beading on her brow. My God, she looked burdur escort fucking adorable, she suddenly smiling at me, her climax obviously swimming through her. She cooed through her red lips which I longed to feel around my erection before she threw her head back, biting her bottom lip. I imagined her squeezing office stud’s cock with her dripping, hot pussy, she peering at him over her shoulder, no doubt urging him to come.

Well fuck it, if he was gonna come, then so was I. I felt a sudden rush build up inside of me, my fingers squeezing just the right spot, my thumb sticky with pre-cum. Staring at my fuckable office slut, she licking her lips in front of me, stretching out her tongue as if expecting me to unload my orgasm upon her, my climax was imminent. She was so fucking hot, my God, so fucking hot …

Before me, office stud came, he withdrawing before shooting a torrent of thick, silver cum across office slut, it streaking up her back and over her head, the first powerful blast splashing the window in front of her. I followed suit, steadying my self as my climax rocked not only me but the lift; my orgasmic rush leaving me at 100 mph only to be swept from sight by the wind, it landing God knows where and on whom. Standing there shaking, holding onto the lift for balance, my cock now drooping and freezing, I watched slack-jawed as office slut slowly licked office stud’s cum which oozed down the window. All the while she gazed lustfully into my eyes, a naughty smile upon her cum-coated lips.

The lift suddenly jolted, it lifting upwards, my colleagues assuming I had finished my cleaning duties. Tucking myself away, I waved goodbye to my office slut, she returning the compliment. She blew me a kiss as I was lifted from view, my beautiful, horny office slut. I wondered if I’d ever see her again.

Until then, there was always Mary-Beth. I wonder if she’d let me clean her windows …

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“So, my little pet. How do you feel?” His eyes bore into you, but you are unsure of whether or not to exchange the look. “That’s not a rhetorical question.” His voice is sharp.

You look up at him. “I feel okay.” It’s half true. Honestly, you feel nervous, anxious, slightly scared. But the constant pressure in your asshole somehow supplements the ill feelings, producing a sense of excitement and pleasure within you.

“Just okay? That won’t do.” He brings his glass to his lips, slowly sipping. As he does so, his hand finds its way to your thigh. Your senses explode. You never thought even the slightest touch could excite you so. He drags his fingertips over your skirt, finding the hem. He lifts it ever so slowly, the anticipation driving you wild.

You glance around the bar. All seems normal, no prying eyes directed your way.

“No, no,” he continues. “That won’t do at all.” He sets his glass down, slowly tracing his finger along the rim. Your eyes follow the motion. With his other hand, he slides your skirt up so far that your panties are exposed. You immediately regret the tiny G-string. Without another word, his fingers find their way to the front of your panties, just barely grazing across them. Your clit throbs. You can feel yourself moistening further, and assume your panties must be soaked.

You let out a low moan as his tease continues to drive you crazy. He simply laughs. Then, far too abruptly, he removes his hand from your body. Your eyes shoot up at him in disappointment.

“Take them off.” His tone is serious. You’re at a loss for words, even for thoughts. Your pussy aches with hunger. You do as he says. Trying not to draw any attention, you ever so slightly lift yourself off the seat and slide your thong down your legs, glancing around bayburt escort the bar as you do so. Lifting your feet out of them, you ball them up in your hand and bring them to your lap. They’re drenched.

“Good girl.” Again, his words of praise elicit some sort of excitement in you, almost causing the longing you’re feeling to grow stronger. You await your next task, firmly clutching the panties in your fist. “Now put them in your mouth.”

“In my mouth?” you immediately question, regretting it as soon as the words leave your lips.

His face is twisted. He offers a disturbing smile before gently bringing his hand to the back of your head, caressing your hair. You start to smile, thinking perhaps he was just joking. However, your smile disappears as he suddenly grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls, forcing you to jerk sideways, closer to him.

“You do not speak unless I tell you to, bitch. And you absolutely do not question me. Ever.” His words come in a sharp, menacing whisper. “Now put them. In. Your mouth.” You feel tears brimming from the pain on the back of your head, but you comply. You quickly shove the panties, soaked with your own juices, into your mouth. Biting down hard, you fight to stop the tears from forming. He releases your hair and you sit back up, composing yourself. The taste consumes your mouth. It isn’t as bad as you thought it would be, but it also isn’t exactly something you prefer.

“Don’t ever make me repeat myself again,” he says much more calmly, giving you a pat on the head. As you sit there, mouth and ass full, you consider running, pulling the plug (no pun intended) on the whole thing; perhaps you could find satisfaction another way. You timidly glance up at him, and find him smiling down bilecik escort at you eerily. “What’s the matter? Is my little pet not having fun anymore? We’ve barely just gotten here.”

You consider his question. Sure, you’re sitting in a bar full of people, skirt hiked up to your stomach, pussy exposed, mouth stuffed full of your own soaking panties and a plug shoved up your ass; but is all of that really a bad thing? Your pussy is dripping wet. There are myriad butterflies of excitement in your stomach. And you can’t wait to see how this near stranger degrades you next. So why would you run?

You smile at him. You attempt to exude some shred of sexiness, but he only laughs. “So the little slut is enjoying herself. That’s what I like to hear.” You feel your cheeks redden. “Why don’t you go order us another round?” He throws some cash on the table. You start to reach up to your mouth to remove the panties, but he stops you. “What do you think you’re doing? Those stay in.”

You hesitate. You know that everyone up there will know. And their reaction terrifies and excites you simultaneously. You grab the money and stand up, not even bothering to look back at him. You know his eyes are glued to you. As you stand, you can feel the plug in your ass start to slide out slowly, and you shift uncomfortably, trying to keep it in. You walk up to the bar and find an empty stool, throwing yourself down on it in an attempt to shove the plug back up your ass. It works well. There are only a few people seated on either side of you; all men, all older, all chatting and drinking. A few glance over and smile at you as you wait, but none say anything. You try to return their smiles.

“What can I get you, sweetie?” The bartender smiles at you sweetly: bingöl escort a woman, a little older than you. You tremble. Moment of truth.

“Can I get a vodka cranberry and a scotch?” The words tumble out of your mouth before you can think twice about the situation. They are distorted, muffled. You know the bartender can tell there is something in your mouth, but her puzzled expression tells you she doesn’t quite understand what.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that. Come again?” A few of the others take notice of her confusion. They begin to stare at you, inquisitive.

You take a deep breath through your nose. “Vodka cranberry and a scotch.” You open your mouth wider this time, enunciating more clearly. However, as your tongue moves to form the words, part of your G-string falls out of your mouth. You slurp it back in as quickly as possible, blushing profusely.

“Um…Sure,” the bartender says, slowly grabbing glasses. She shakes her head, although you’re not quite sure why.

“Say, whatcha got there, sugar?” One of the men has sidled over to the seat next to you. You respond by shaking your head, keeping your lips shut tight. “Don’t be shy. Show us.” He places a finger on one side of your chin, gently turning your head towards him and the others seated down the bar.

You glance back towards your booth, where he is seated comfortably, watching you with gleaming eyes. Your own eyes beg for assistance, for some kind of savior from the prying hands of this other man, but he offers you none.

“Come on, now. Open up,” the older man prods, slapping your face playfully. He is noticeably quite drunk, and this only frightens you more. You try to back away, but there is another man directly behind you.

“I promise we won’t bite.” His tone is too suggestive: you feel sick.

You feel trapped. And although fear is running through you, so is something else: excitement. Lust. Energy. Desire. You have no idea what will happen when you open your mouth and show these men the dirty secret inside.

But you cannot wait to find out.

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I had always been curious about my wife Dana’s sex life before I met her, but we didn’t talk about such things. It wasn’t a taboo subject per se – it just didn’t come up, probably because it’s an awkward subject for most people. And on the rare occasions when it did, somehow the subject always changed. The question was always in the back of my mind – but when and how to ask?

I chose an evening when we had been relaxing on our living room couch after dinner and were into our second bottle of an excellent Cabernet. Dana was showing the effects of the wine and was in a very good mood. She was more talkative than usual and chatting about rumors of office affairs at her work. Seeing an opening, I took a shot.

“Speaking of work-related sex, I’ve always wondered if our office encounter was your first work-related experience,” I commented, going for it directly. As it happened, we had an encounter in my office when we had worked together. (Chocolate Dreams)

Dana blushed as only she can, her fair skin coloring to a vivid red in seconds. “Why would you ask that?” she said, deflecting the question.

“Natural curiosity,” I told her, moving closer to her. “I know we don’t talk about our previous love lives much, but I’m trying to understand your needs. I want to make you happy every way I can, dear.”

Dana thought about that for a few minutes, sipping her wine as she did. Good move – can’t talk and drink at the same time!

“I appreciate that,” she told me. “And you do make me very happy – you’re a wonderful husband. I just hesitate because I don’t want you to think badly of me. I did a few crazy things in the years before I met you.”

“Now you really have me intrigued,” I told her. “Look, we’ve been through a lot together and gotten to a wonderful place in our lives. You have to know that whatever you did in the past won’t change my feelings for you. I’m just curious. But if you’d rather not tell me, that’s fine. Either way, it won’t change how I feel about you.”

Dana thought about this for a few minutes; we talked some more, with me trying to make her feel safe no matter what she did or did not tell me. She finally decided to relate her first experience to me, trying to be open with me about herself. What follows is her story:

At the time, Dana was 23 years old and less than a year out of grad school. She worked in the marketing department of a medical supply company that specialized in surgical instruments. The marketing was not typical consumer marketing – the customers were the surgeons and nurses who worked in the operating room. Dana had been on several sales calls as part of her training and was even able to observe several surgeries that used the company’s products. Luckily, she had a strong stomach, because there was more blood than an outsider might think.

Nine months into the job she was picked to be part of the team that would represent the company at an annual convention in Las Vegas. The convention was a 3-day event, full of seminars and company presentations on new and existing products. Preparation was an arduous effort, with long hours involved in creating and rehearsing presentations. Even though she was relatively junior, Dana was included because she worked hard, presented well and, frankly, was easy on the eyes. With her raven hair, beautiful face, fair skin and curvy figure she would have the full attention of the mostly male surgeons.

The first two days of the convention were busy, full of hard work – especially for the junior people like Dana who were responsible for all logistics and the coordination of meetings and seminars. Fortunately, everything went smoothly and the senior folks were in a very good mood by day three. That day was relatively easy – meetings and seminars in the morning, a golf outing in the afternoon and a formal closing dinner in the evening. Dana wasn’t a golfer, so she was able to spend time at the hotel pool, relaxing with some of the other junior employees. They paced themselves on drinks, anticipating a long evening.

The closing dinner was traditionally an elegant affair, and this year was no exception. Dana was advised to dress accordingly, and she had splurged on a black cocktail dress that cost more than she had ever spent on a dress before. It fit her nicely, hugging her size 6 body – though perhaps a little too tightly on top. Dana normally dressed to minimize her 36D breasts, but the effect in this dress tonight would be quite the opposite. The dress embraced her generous bust and the scooped neckline was cut low enough to show the swell of her breasts and slight cleavage. But Dana thought it was modest enough for the occasion. The dress hem was about three inches above her knees, which would show off her long legs without being too flashy.

Dana had bought a black bra and panty set that was more risqué, but only to please herself – not for public consumption! The bra was lacy, and sheer enough that the shadows of her nipples showed. It was cut low between her breasts and had support at the outside balıkesir escort of the cups, creating impressive cleavage. But that was hidden beneath the dress. The dress neckline had four buttons on top which allowed for more or less cleavage to be shown. Dana debated that point, finally deciding on leaving just one button undone.

The panties were sheer as well and cut high on the hips, making Dana’s long legs look even longer. It wasn’t quite a thong, covering several inches of her bottom but hardly all of it – again, not an issue since the dress would be covering it. She couldn’t bring herself to hide the sexy panties with pantyhose, so Dana opted for black thigh-high stockings instead. As she dressed for the reception before dinner, she couldn’t help but be pleased by how the lingerie and stockings looked on her, flattering her figure and legs.

She put a robe on over the lingerie and did her makeup before putting on the dress. An inexperienced young woman, she was enjoying this trip, the exposure to the business of the convention and the travel that came with it. The hotel facilities and rooms were typically lavish in the Las Vegas style. Every room was a suite, and Dana was lucky enough to have the spacious room to herself. She had luxuriated in the huge bed and upscale bathroom the suite provided.

Putting on her dress she examined herself in the full-length mirror in her bedroom and was pleased with what she saw. She had decided on three-inch heels for her shoes since she was already relatively tall at 5’8″. Four-inch heels would have been overkill! With the heels on, her legs looked endless as it was. A few last-minute fusses with her long dark hair and she was ready to go.

The cocktail hour was in full swing when she entered the reception area outside the ballroom where dinner would be served. She was given a name tag (with a magnetic back, (thank goodness), which she fastened to the shoulder strap of her dress. It had her first name in large print and her last in much smaller type. It also had her table number noted in the lower corner.

Dana marveled at the crowd and the noise of all the conversations. A waiter came by with glasses of champagne and she accepted one while searching the room for her co-workers. She finally found the younger group at a standing table near the wall and joined them.

“This is crazy!” she said after greetings. “I had no idea this many people were at this conference.”

“Dana, your dress is amazing!” This from Charlotte, one of the other junior marketing people at the conference.

“Thanks Char,” Dana replied. “You look great too!”

There were two young men as well, both of whom looked too intimidated to say much. They checked to see if they were seated together and found that they were not – all four had different table numbers.

“Any idea who else is at the tables?” Dana asked.

“Nope,” said one of the guys. “I guess we’ll find out when we go in.”

They chatted for the next half hour, rehashing their experiences at the conference. Then a chime sounded repeatedly, the signal to go into dinner. They joined the crowd going through the doors and separated to find their tables.

According to her nametag, Dana was at table 2, and she found it close to the dais at the front of the ballroom. She was the first to arrive at the table, which seated eight people. She found the place card with her name and used the free moments alone to walk around the table looking at other names. She recognized one of the company salespeople, but everyone else was a stranger. She considered moving her card next to the person she knew but decided not to.

The table filled in one by one, Dana introducing herself as people arrived. When John, the company’s sales manager Dana knew, arrived he greeted everyone and then explained to Dana what their various positions were. Of the six people not in her company five were men and one a woman. The men were all surgeons – one the Head Surgeon at a hospital and the woman a senior hospital administrator. They were all over 30, and the Head Surgeon (“call me Rich”) over 40, so Dana had to wonder why she was at this table.

What she didn’t know was that she was there because Rich had asked John to put her at his table. The beautiful young woman had caught his eye, and he wanted to meet her and at least enjoy her company during dinner. Even if she didn’t have much to say he could savor the view. Once he saw her in the black dress, Rich was delighted with his decision. The young woman looked incredible in the dress, and the fact that it emphasized her generous bust was an unexpected bonus.

Dana found herself sitting between Rich and Carl, another surgeon. John had spaced the two of them between the six to make it easier for Dana and him to engage them in conversation. Dana had to wonder what she had to talk about with this older group but she needn’t have worried. Rich carried the conversation on her side of the table. After some general discussions bartın escort she found herself talking almost exclusively to him, first about her background and then about his life. She learned that he was 42, divorced and had a 14-year-old daughter who lived with her mother.

“As a 23-year-old young woman, maybe you can give me advice about my daughter Lucy,” Rich said half-jokingly. “She’s a handful!”

“Teenage girls can be that,” Dana allowed. “Just stay calm and weather through it,” she suggested. “Oh, and don’t get between her and her mother. That’s probably the real battleground.”

“I’ve seen that,” Rich agreed, shaking his head. They continued talking about Lucy and her various issues, Dana relating when she could. She was pleased that Rich was so easy to talk to. The fact that he was a very handsome man made it easier too.

Between courses people got up and wandered about the ballroom, chatting with each other. John intercepted Dana on her way to the ladies for a quick talk.

“You and Rich are really hitting it off,” he observed. “That’s great – he’s one of the key people at that hospital!”

“We’re mostly just talking about his daughter,” Dana told him. “He’s almost old enough to be my father, but he’s very nice.”

John figured there was no point in telling her that Rich wanted her at his table. “That’s great – keep charming him like that! Like I said, we want him on our side. Listen, sometimes these people go to a bar or somewhere after dinner – it would be great if you came along if they ask….”

Dana just smiled. “I’ve been to bars before,” she assured him. “I guess I can do that for a while. There’s nothing going on early tomorrow morning – we don’t fly out until early afternoon.”

“Outstanding!” John told her. “Thanks Dana, I think this will be a huge help.”

With that he let her go, and Dana headed to the ladies and then back to the table. Rich was already standing there and he pulled her chair out for her as she got to the table.

“Oh! Thank you,” Dana said in surprise as she slid into the seat.

“Just being polite for a lovely lady,” he told her, admiring how the dress flattered her backside as she turned away from him.

The rest of the dinner went smoothly. As service wrapped up Rich looked around the table and asked, “The evening is young – who’s up for going somewhere for drinks?” The woman at the table and three surgeons begged off, blaming early morning meeting and surgeries. Dana and John accepted, as they had discussed, along with the fourth surgeon.

“OK, it’s the four musketeers this evening,” Rich said with a smile. He was delighted that Dana had accepted – now his hopes moved from dinner with the lovely young woman to more ambitious goals of first seeing that fabulous body, and then enjoying it.

“I have a limo outside,” Rich told the other three. “If you have anything to take care of, go ahead. Let’s meet in the lobby in, say, ten minutes.” Everyone nodded and hurried off to tend to whatever was needed. Dana went to the ladies again, mostly to check her lipstick and makeup, and then the lobby. Rich and John were waiting there. Their fourth, a surgeon named Matt, arrived two minutes later.

“OK, let’s go,” Rich said, and they all went outside to where a black stretch was waiting. Rich went in the side door first, and Dana noticed how he had to bend over and almost dive in headfirst to get into the car. He moved to the bench seat on the far side and waved to Dana to enter next.

Getting into the long car, Dana immediately discovered that there was no elegant or particularly modest way to get into a limo in a tight, short skirt. The skirt rode up her thighs as she stretched her left leg into the car, showing that she was wearing thigh-high stockings. As she tried to bring her right leg in while ducking she lost her balance and more or less rolled into the seat across from Rich. He moved quickly to help her even as he enjoyed the glimpse of both her legs, stockings and the sheer panties she was wearing. Dana quickly gathered herself, bringing her legs together and sitting back, blushing furiously.

“Getting in is an art,” Rich told her, trying to ease her embarrassment. “With my height it’s an adventure every time.” It was an effort to say it so casually with his cock hardening at the sight of Dana’s long legs. ‘What would it be like to kiss my way up the inside of those thighs?’ he thought to himself. Then he noticed that two more buttons had popped open at the neckline of Dana’s dress, revealing deep cleavage that had only been hinted at before. Rich’s cock got harder even as he struggled not to stare at the creamy flesh.

The other two climbed in and settled themselves. As they closed the door Rich told the driver, “The Essex please, Jose.” That sounded like a hotel to Dana, but it wasn’t one of the recognizable Vegas names.

It was only a ten-minute drive to the Essex. The limo drove up to the entrance and a uniformed valet opened the door, making a good batman escort impression. The entrance was brightly lit, but it was Vegas after all – everything was brightly lit. It wasn’t until they went in through the ornate wooden doors and Dana got a glimpse of the interior that she realized, ‘Oh my god, this is a strip club!’

Her reaction was interrupted by John, who came to her side and asked quietly if she was OK with going into the club. Dana assured him she would be fine, but ‘just in case, don’t desert me.’ He promised that he would not, and she smiled at Rich, who was watching her apprehensively.

“You comfortable with this Dana?” he asked. “It’s actually a very nice spot, very upscale. I promise no one will bother you.”

“I’ve never been to a gentlemen’s club before,” she told him. “This could be interesting.”

“Great! Let’s head in.”

The first hurdle entering the club was a check room – not just for coats, but for cellphones. When Dana looked at the attendant questioningly she was told, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas honey. You can check your purse too if you like. It all gets locked into an individual box and you get the key.”

Having checked their phones, the group went into the club’s main room. Rich was greeted by a man dressed in a tuxedo, who apparently knew him. Dana noticed two other men in tuxes at either side of the doorway. They were very large and very serious looking, clearly here to make sure the clientele behaved. The room itself was ornate and brightly lit. There was a large bar on the far side and tables on the main floor. At the front of the space were two stages that extended out into the room, with bar stools lining the stages. A dancer was on either stage; one had a top and G-string on while the other was topless. Dana noted that both were attractive and had good bodies.

After talking to the greeter for a minute Rich turned back to the other three. “We’re going to one of the private rooms – it will be more relaxing and we can hear well enough to talk in there.” Dana noticed that he had to almost shout for them to hear this – the music was definitely loud here.

Tuxedo guy led the way, with Rich and the others following. They went through a door that led to a hallway and went into the first door on the right. Music was playing in the room but at a reasonable volume. The room was comfortable, with several couches on opposite walls that were flanked by coffee tables and chairs. It was definitely less intimidating to Dana than the main room had been. If not for the walk through the main space you wouldn’t know you were in a strip club.

That impression was erased by two women dressed in glittering gowns entering the room. They were followed by a waitress who took drink orders. One of the women went to Rich and kissed him on the cheek. As she pulled away Rich introduced her. “Everyone, this is Alexis. She’s the most beautiful dancer in the club.” Alexis was tall, almost as tall as Dana and certainly beautiful, with tawny colored hair, a nice figure and long legs.

“And this is Robyn,” Alexis said, introducing a brunette who was also very attractive.

Everyone sat, with Rich and Dana on one couch and John and Matt on the other. The two dancers sat in chairs in front of the couches, with Alexis joining Rich and Dana. They chatted until drinks arrived; when the waitress left Alexis asked Rich if he would like a dance.

“You know I would,” Rich answered. “This is Dana’s first time by the way.”

“Then I’ll have to show her how the best perform,” Alexis said, smiling at her. Moving the chair to the side and standing in front of the couch she picked up the rhythm of the music with her hips and then her whole body. Dana was embarrassed at first as Alexis danced in front of them but had to admire her skill and smoothness. Alexis moved closer to Rich and danced directly in front of him, smiling as he watched her. Her hand went to the back of the dress and pulled the zip down. Dana could see the fabric loosen at her shoulders and watched as Alexis drew the gown off her shoulders, revealing her upper chest. Alexis danced like this for a while, Rich watching intently.

The song was close to the end when she moved to Dana and let the gown slide down her body to the floor, revealing the bikini-like top and G-string she wore underneath. Like Dana she had on thigh-high stockings. Alexis stepped out of the dress and bent to pick it up, laying it over the chair and returned to dancing for Dana until the song ended.

A waitress brought a fresh round of drinks and Alexis excused herself for a minute. Rich did the same; going into the hall he called to Alexis as she walked away.

“Alexis! Alexis, can I get a minute?”

“Of course, Rich. What is it?”

“This request is unusual I know, but I need your help with something…”

“How intriguing – what is it?” the dancer asked with an amused smile.

“I want you to help me seduce Dana tonight…here.”

“Sounds like I have competition,” Alexis said, even more amused that this powerful man was enamored with the young woman.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Rich told her. “If you get her to take her dress off, I’ll pay you $500. If you get her to suck my cock, I’ll pay $1,000. And if I get to fuck her there’s another $1,000 in it for you.”

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Wrestling, with a Fetish Ch. 09

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Tyson “The Alpha” Mel was an international megastar known all across the world. His exploits were damn near legendary in our business. Especially since he went pro less than fifteen years ago. He was also our company’s reigning world champion, an achievement made roughly six months before my first dark match. Doing the math, this made Tyson Mel our company’s longest title possessor out of the entire roster. No easy feat to accomplish, both in the ring and with backstage politics.

Tyson’s youth was something of an odyssey. He was born in the United States to American parents. However they were Christian Missionaries and never fully found a place to call home. Instead they constantly traveled the world like religious gypsies. This gave Tyson an incredible educational background. Everywhere he went he was constantly learning. Languages. Cultures. History. You name it. Because of his ever flowing lifestyle, whenever asked where he was from, Tyson would respond: lots of different places. A response he would use with different global accents. A response that started as a joke and eventually became exactly how he was introduced before matches.

As he grew in years, so did his interests. During a time in Mexico, he was introduced to the style of Luchador wrestling. The amount of athleticism alone captured his attention. But the reactions from the fans captured his heart. From there he began to study other nations who took part in professional wrestling. He learned of the numerous greats all across the globe as well as hot spots where it was very popular.

When he was of age to leave his parents, his first destination was Calgary, Canada. After spending some time owning his basic and technical skills, Tyson moved back to Mexico. From here, he learned how to fly. The rigorous training was difficult but he exceeded expectations being able to defy gravity and wow the crowds. Afterwards he moved to Japan. It was here he learned what is known as “Strong Style”, pushing the limits of what he could dish out, and receive. Tyson also dabbled in different forms of martial arts, which he soon incorporated into his matches. When Tyson felt fully content with his training years, all that was left was finding his place in the world. And so his journey as a complete wrestler was well underway.

In the years that came after, Tyson quickly gained the attention of fans all over the world. He found ways of blending all of his wrestling styles to perform at levels no other wrestler did before. Tyson became a literal prototype as a new breed of professional wrestlers came into existence. No longer were people being known as second, third, or even fourth generation wrestlers who followed in their family’s footsteps. Instead, an entirely new generation rose in popularity. Captivating both old fans and new fans alike. These were wrestling fans who wanted to be professional wrestlers. And I am very much a part of this new generation.

Three months ago the company owner approached my friends and I about going for the World Tag-Team titles. Minutes afterward he asked me about going head-to-head with the World Champion. A question I would have been a fool to turn down. I admitted up front I wasn’t sure if I was ready for such a thing. Both Anthony and Carmen reassured me now was a really good time to cash in on what was obviously trending.

My friends and I were already the most popular group in our company. Chasing the tag titles was an obvious choice. Plus reinstating the “Freebird Rule” was going to turn the wrestling world onto its head after their planned victory. But many fans were beginning to compare me with Tyson Mel. Exactly how, I didn’t see it. Our styles were kinda’ similar. But he was definitely far more athletic than I was. More acrobatic than I was. More technical. The list went on and on. The one thing, the only thing I could possibly think of that made us comparable was our popularity. And to be honest that made me worry. Not that Mel was ego driven. But it’s acceptable to say almost anyone hates it when another person steps in their spotlight.

Our feud started two months ago. Almost three weeks after Anthony propositioned me to go after “The Alpha”. The buildup was very well planned out. Each week Tyson would call out anyone who was a top contender for his title. And each week an unfortunate soul would get ambushed by Tyson’s friends. Among them were the brothers Max and Jeremy Stag, The Stag Party. Having them involved would increase the interest of the upcoming tag title defense against my friends. Because Tyson and his crew were eliminating anyone rightfully eligible to challenge for his title, this would create the illusion he wouldn’t have to defend his belt at the pay-per-view. We all had to give it to Anthony for booking such a creative trap for the fans to play right into.

The week after the third ambush, Tyson approached the empty ring with a mic in hand. The ten pound belt of plated gold and leather was slung over his shoulder. He strolled with great confidence. Truly believing he was untouchable. The fans ardahan escort cursed at him. Damned him. Swore he would get what was coming to him eventually.

Once he reached the ring he spoke into the microphone. Demanding all of the talent in the back to come out onto the entry stage. One by one everyone on the roster did as told. Man and woman alike. From here he demanded the people in the production crew to play a video package for all the world to view. The video was a simplistic but well edited montage of everyone who fell victim to his traps. Specifically the highlights of each ambush and the suffering that followed. Bret Locksley and Grizzly among the victims. When the video package was finished, “The Alpha” raised the mic to his face and began to rant.

“What you’ve seen is clearly me making a statement. And that statement is this: no one is on my level. No one can do what I do. No one is smarter than me. Nobody at the top of that ramp can take this title from me. Everyone who was meant to have a chance was obliterated before a match could be held. Do you know why? No, because if you did I wouldn’t be in this ring right now having to spell it out for ya’. I took out each of those men because I didn’t feel like having my time wasted.”

The crowd became red hot. The chants of “FUCK YOU TYSON” roared like thunder. Anyone watching at home was most likely hearing the recognizable sound of an audio bleep to cover the fans’ profanity. But there was no mistaking what they were saying. Each word was filled with venom. And it was also a miracle nobody took the act extremely seriously. Otherwise an arena containing close to twenty thousand fans would’ve stormed the ring and hung Tyson Mel up by his neck.

“Yeah, yeah, like I haven’t heard that before. Most of the time it was from husbands after I just spent a few hours with their wives. But none of you people have to worry about that here. Damn near all of you are so butt ugly, I wouldn’t put myself at risk of catching the latest S.T.I. floating around. What is it called again? Oh yeah, stupidity!”

This further infuriated the people in attendance. You had to give it to him. When Tyson was a good guy, he made you eat from the palm of his hand. But when being the bad guy, he wanted you to chop his whole arm off. He was definitely an asset to our company.

“Back to you losers at the top of the ramp. Not a single one of you are listed eligible for a title match. I’ve looked at the sheets. None of you are! But tonight, I’m feeling generous. Tonight, I’m feeling frisky. Tonight, I will make an offer. All it takes is just one of you. Just one. I just need one of you to step forward and I promise you, you will get a shot at the title. So who’s it gonna’ be?”

The talent at the top of the ramp didn’t move forward or back. They stood there chatting among themselves. The video that played earlier had an effect on them. Tyson wasn’t to be trusted. He could actually be a man of his word. But most likely he was inviting someone to walk into another beat down. The risk greatly outweighed the reward.

“What’s the matter with you chicken shits? DO ANY OF YOU HAVE THE BALLS JUST TO MAKE ME BLEED?”

“I’m your huckleberry.” my voice boomed in the arena’s sound system.

The roster slowly split onto two sides for me to pass through, like Moses parting the Red Sea. No music was needed. The crowd alone would have drowned out my entrance theme. I walked past everyone on the stage and stood my ground halfway down the ramp. Mic in hand, I raised it upward and spoke.

“That’s just my game.”

“Then I guess you’re next,” Tyson smirked “get him, boys!”

It was a trap after all. And I took the bait. But I stood my ground. I never flinched. In fact I looked a lot calmer than I should have. I decided to keep moving forward and entered the ring. Tyson stood his ground as well, but a look of concern was showing on his face.

“I said get him!” he shouted into his mic again.

I stood a short distance away. Unfazed by his call for an ambush. I simply turned my head to view over my shoulder, slightly raising my eyebrow. Then my gaze returned to Tyson’s eyes. Confusion washed all over his face.

The jumbotron above the entry stage started showing a live feed of events happening backstage. The cameraman was running towards his destination. When he finally got there, what he filmed caused the fans to scream louder than they did all night. It was Tyson’s crew, each of them incapacitated by my friends staring right into the camera.

Chi-Town Brown stood over one man who was knocked out and face down on the floor. One of Chi-Town’s boots was pressed into the man’s back. Another unconscious man was on his knees, being held up by his collar. Ian Famous was holding the shirt in one hand, and tapping his baseball bat on the ground with the other. Lastly was Titan who had Max and Jeremy Stag slung over each shoulder, a giant grin on his face. Tyson’s trap was broken.

“No one” I took a step forward “is coming” another artvin escort step “to save you” one last step “from me.”

By now we were nose to nose and snarling at each other like two male lions ready to battle for possession of the pride. I made the first move and clocked Tyson in the side of his head. The man fell to the ground like we’re all trained to do. He got back up and I clocked him again. This time Tyson stumbled backwards into a corner.

I chased after him throwing punches into this chest and stomach. He grabbed me and made us switch places. Now he was punching me in the face and in the stomach. He reared back and thrusted his boot into my gut. I folded over and fell to one knee. Tyson walked away with his arms out to his side, taunting the fans for bringing me down. When he turned to face me, I charged at him and tackled him to the ground. My fists pummeled him all over without restraint.

Tyson was still able to squirm away and get back to his feet. He charged at me, swinging his arm to connect a haymaker on the side of my head. I caught his wrist, trapped his arm, and dragged him face first to the ring mat. Down on the ground, I used my legs to immobilize the arm I snared. From here I put the weight of my upper body onto his upper back. My arms reached past the sides of his head, hands coming together just under his chin. Tyson was now trapped in my submission finisher and I refused to let go.

“The Alpha” sold the submission beautifully. He held his breath to make his face change colors. His eyes opened wide. His one free arm thrashed about. His legs continuously kicked without stopping. Finally he closed his eyes and went limp. All of which I would later see during a replay. I released him from my grip and noticed the World Title belt was beside us. I took hold of it and slowly rose to my feet. I raised the belt high above my head while I stood victorious over Tyson’s prone body. The fans were going crazy. It was the perfect way to end the show.

The atmosphere backstage was a positive frenzy. Everyone was there and eager to talk with me. High fives and hugs were spreading like a virus. It was very jovial. Smiles in all direction. The buildup finally paid off. At one point Titan called out to me and motioned for me to go to him. He was standing next to a monitor feed and pointed out what was happening in the ring. The image on the screen made us burst into laughter.

Tyson was still in the middle of the ring. Pretending to be choked out. The arena workers ushered people toward the exits and Tyson wasn’t moving at all. A group of medical personnel arrived with a stretcher and did what they could to get Tyson onto it. Job completed, the strolled him to the side of the ramp and into the backstage area. Clear of the crowd Tyson was freed of the stretcher and rushed towards me. We shook each other’s hand, followed by a friendly embrace over a job well done. Finally we rejoined the others and got on with our night.

The next several weeks featured a lot of back and forth action. One week my friends and I would get the better of Tyson and his crew. The next, the opposite would happen. Numerous tag matches took place between our two teams. Barely any of them had a pure finish. Most nights would end with all of us spilling into the crowd and both teams being disqualified. No finite winners or losers. The singles matches were a different story. Each of us took turns facing members of the opposing teams. Those matches ended properly. We won some. They won some. All of it meant to build toward the coming pay-per-view.

The last television programming before the event was designed to be really emotional for the fans. To make them worry. To make them feel doubt. It may not have been the best executed plan. All that buildup only for nothing to pay off. But overall it seemed like a good idea.

Nearing the end of the night, our two factions got into another scuffle. This time Tyson’s group got the better of us. My group was picked apart and bodies were all over the ring. I was the last one still conscious. On my hands and knees with blood pouring down my face. Staining the ring mat below. Watching my friends get their heads kicked in while I was helpless to do anything about it. Then the turned their attention towards me. Taunting me regarding the damage done to my friends and I. Tyson got hold of a microphone and sat down in front of me.

“You can’t win. Your friends are finished and you’re next on the chopping block. So tell me, hero. Do you have any last words?”

I took my time looking at my teammates. None of them were moving. Then I looked to the fans close by. One man was screaming at me to fight back. A little girl was crying. Some attractive women covered their mouths in shock when I made eye contact with them. Having played the heartstrings of the crowd, I turned my attention back to Tyson and gave him my response.

“I’ll see you Sunday.” and spat my blood in his face leaving multiple red dots all over his skin.

Tyson Mel stood up and bodrum escort took hold of an already dented steel chair, given to him by Max Stag. Gripping tightly with both hands, he swung the chair like a golf club and popped me in the head. I dropped to the mat and stayed there for as long as necessary. It hurt like hell. I knew it wasn’t personal, but it almost felt that way. The crowd fell silent followed by a thunderous roar of disapproval. It was a job well done.

Backstage the Doc cleaned me up and looked at the cut on my forehead. It was easily plugged with some rubbing alcohol and a Band-Aid. No stitches needed. It always amazed me how the tiniest nick to the forehead could create such a gruesome appearance. After being medically cleared for the night, Carmen and I made our way back to our hotel and prepared for the next several days of travel.

Our first destination was my place. I was relieved to be home and able to rest before the big event. Carmen was amazing to have around. If we weren’t bumping uglies, we were being very tender with each other. But the pay-per-view was still on my mind. The whole thing had me scared. This was a major moment in my career and knew everything had to be done with the absolute best precision possible. No mistakes. Two days later we returned to the airport and headed for our next destination: Fabulous Las Vegas!

Our plane landed at Harry Reid International Airport a little after noon. Speaking honestly, I was a little upset we didn’t arrive in the evening. Getting to see the city lights from above has always been breathtaking, no matter how many times you see it. Especially the glowing tip of the Luxor Hotel and Casino pyramid with the mystical sphinx out front. Let downs aside, I was happy to finally be on the ground. The airport was practically the backyard of where Carmen and I were staying: The Tropicana Hotel and Casino.

The hotel was a very warm colored, beach themed resort around the southern most end of the Las Vegas Strip. It was one of the many mega-casinos within the city, and neighbored by 3 others much like it. The first was Excalibur, a large castle themed structure. Next was New York-New York, the exterior designed with numerous New York City landmarks that included a roller coaster designed to travel through each of those faux structures. And lastly was the MGM Grand, a simple cross shaped building famously known for some of the most amazing sporting events in the world. Conveniently, the pay-per-view was being held within.

Both Carmen and I spent the short cab ride from the airport to our hotel with our jaws in our laps. Since I was a child, there were many trips with the family to Las Vegas. But each visit always felt like I’d never been there before. This was no different. Carmen never ventured to Sin City a day in her life. Watching her reactions made her so much more beautiful to me.

Check in was swift and came with a surprise. We originally booked a basic room during our stay. Instead we were upgraded to one of the most luxurious Sky Villas in the hotel. An upgrade I would later find out was gifted to Carmen and I by Anthony. Carmen was losing her shit. I tried my best to play it cool. Or did until I saw exactly what we’d be staying in.

Our villa was on the twentieth floor shared with very few rooms nearby. We’d soon find out why. Entering the room was like stepping out of Las Vegas and straight into an actual luxury home located in a tropical paradise. The space alone was freakish in size, rivaling most one-story, three bedroom houses. The decor was beautiful, festive, and most likely very expensive. The windows went from the floor to the ceiling, giving us a breathtaking view of the Vegas Strip north of us. Marble counters, huge sofas and love seats, giant televisions, enormous spa style bathroom, even bigger master bedroom with a gargantuan bed. So on and so forth. Carmen and I were standing in the doorway for a solid minute before either of us said anything.

“HOLY FUCK!” Carmen spoke first, enunciating each syllable with valid exaggeration.

“Yeah.” my voice cracked, still trying to keep my cool.

Slowly we walked inward and took in the entirety of our brief living space. I kept telling myself Tyson and I would have to put on a ten-star match to be worth all this. So much led to this moment and there was plenty more to come. After touring the bedroom Carmen grabbed me and threw me on top of the mattress. It was playful but surprisingly aggressive. Then she jumped and landed beside me, kissing me all over.

“Oh babe,” her lips pecked my entire face “fuck looking for a home. Lets just travel the world and live off room service!”

I knew she wasn’t truly serious. Just caught up in the moment. I played into the fantasy a little while returning kisses of my own. My hands roamed her body to keep the moment going. But we weren’t fully in the mood for such things just yet.

We took a few more minutes to explore our villa. Commenting over the layout as well as the contents within. We joked about the expense it required to create such an environment and how many items within were replaced from numerous guests who stayed in the room before us. Then Carmen found a brochure about the amenities of the hotel. This led to discussing meals, gambling, shows, and finally Carmen freaking out over the pool.

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Wife’s Erotic Photography Ch. 02

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In the previous chapter the wife showed her husband her explicit photographs. Instead of being mad or jealous, the husband arranged for another explicit photoshoot.

Background: The story takes place before digital photography, the Internet, cell phones, etcetera.

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Later that day, after checking with Ron, Jeff called Stephanie, “Chris wants to set up a shoot with you and Ron. He said he really liked your private collection.”

She replied, “I wasn’t sure if he would or not, but he was pretty turned on. Do you want to set it up for next Saturday?”

He told her it would be the following Thursday evening.

“I thought you set up the shoots with Ron on Saturday afternoons.”

“Normally I do but we are going to do the shoot at Ron’s place. Other than that, I cannot give any details.”

“That sounds exciting. I’ll see you then.”

When Chris arrived home, she gave her husband a deep kiss and said, “It looks like I have a husband who likes setting up sex sessions for his wife with other men. Jeff scheduled our shoot for next Thursday evening.”

During a light dinner, she tried to pry details out of her husband, but Chris didn’t give any hints.

She finally dropped the subject of her upcoming shoot.

Stephanie switched topics, “Maggie came over this afternoon.”

They were good friends with Maggie and her husband Sean. She and Maggie met shortly after Stephanie moved to the area after graduating from college. Maggie and Sean were a couple of years older. Maggie was also the same height as Stephanie, about five-seven but more curvaceous. Chris thought she had D cup boobs.

“Oh? We haven’t seen them for a while. What did you guys talk about?”

“We just caught up with each other. I did tell her I had posed for some boudoir photographs.”

“You did? What was her reaction?”

“She was intrigued. I even showed her some of my photographs.”

“Which ones? Did you show her the ones of the married woman and her lovers?”

She laughed, “No way silly. I just showed her my first couple of boudoir sessions shot in color.”

She told him they were getting together for dinner Saturday night. “So don’t be surprised if Sean asks about my posing.”

“Okay. That would be hot if Maggie posed nude. I would like to see some of those.”

“I bet you would. Just make sure you don’t bring up my other shots.”

Chris agreed. He was thinking about seeing pictures of Maggie fucking for the camera.

After dinner Stephanie said, “I still can’t believe you really set this session with Ron.” She kissed him, “But I’m glad you did. I can’t wait. Let’s go upstairs.”

When they entered their bedroom, Stephanie retrieved an envelope. She pulled out some photographs and said, “Let’s see what the married woman has in store.”

They went over the boardroom session with Stephanie and her older client. Like the other photographs in Stephanie’s private collection there were a lot of close-ups. Chris commented that her client seemed to be more insistent on touching her body than her other lovers. Stephanie explained Ron was more of an alpha. Her pussy was more open and wet.

She showed him more photographs of Stephanie sucking her client. He liked the ones of the married woman on her knees, sucking his cock while he looked down at her with a commanding expression. There were a variety of close-ups and longer-range shots.

Stephanie remembered how Jeff told her to kiss the head of her client’s cock before sliding it into her moist mouth. Ron had visibly inhaled when he felt the hot moisture.

She remarked, “This looks like someone is watching from the doorway. Maybe it’s you or even another client. If it were another client, do you think he would be invited to fuck the married woman?”

Chris replied, “He probably would be invited to get some of the married woman’s pussy.”

The original shots of what Chris thought was simulated sex had turned him on but the explicit shots were even better. There were the close-ups of her client’s tongue on the slit of her pussy. With each shot there was more moisture gathering at her opening. There was a full shot showing her with a look of passion while her client ate her hot married cunt.

Chris asked her, “So I guess the shots of you cumming weren’t stimulated either?”

Stephanie responded with a kiss, “Nothing was simulated. Jeff got shots of me cumming on his tongue.”

Stephanie showed him a couple of more. “Here’s a scene I couldn’t show you before.”

She was on the conference room table in the same position. Her client was standing between opened legs pointing his erect cock at her pussy. There were subsequent shots of his cock entering her now opened cunt until their bodies melded.

Chris remarked, “I can see why you didn’t show me these. There’s not much simulation.”

Then she showed him the shots he liked so much of the married woman bent over the table. Jeff captured multiple shots of his wife getting fucked until her client came on her succulent aksaray escort ass. He even captured the point of ejaculation as streams of milky white liquid covered her globes.

Stephanie stroked his cock. “Aren’t these a lot better? I think I have a husband who likes watching his wife get fucked.”

Chris reached for her wet cunt, “I do like seeing you get fucked.” He kissed his wife, “I like seeing you cum on other men’s cocks.”

More intense sex followed as Stephanie rode her husband’s cock, talking lewdly about fucking and sucking her older client.

Saturday morning they were relaxing in bed with their coffee when Chris asked, “Some of the shots in the exhibition had two women and FFM threesomes. You weren’t in any of those were you?”

She just laughed, “No I’m not into that.” She gave him a peck on the cheek, “I just like cocks.”

She told him about other models who were bi. Carol was another blonde wife whose husband liked shots of her with other women as well as men.

She told her husband, “There were some shots of Carol and Pam.”

Chris remembered Pam as the black female.

She continued, “And Riva likes it both ways. She and her husband can be experimental. I mean real experimental.”

Chris wondered what she meant by that but didn’t pursue it.

That Saturday evening, after a casual dinner with Maggie and Sean, they went back to Chris and Stephanie’s house.

The two women had wine and the two men had beer. Chris and Sean excused themselves to go downstairs to watch a college game on TV.

After a few minutes of watching the game, Sean asked, “Maggie told me that Stephanie posed for boudoir photographs. She said a lot of them are nudes.”

Chris responded, “That’s right. They really look hot.”

“How did you like her posing like that? Weren’t you jealous with another guy taking nude pics of your wife? I thought photography was your hobby?”

“Not at all. It’s not that big of a deal. A lot of wives pose boudoir for their husbands. The guy is a real professional. Besides, I’m not a figure photographer.”

Chris went to his home office and returned with a couple of photographs of Stephanie’s first session. He showed one to Sean. Stephanie was posing in her negligee with a sultry expression. Her nipples were prominent through the thin fabric.

Sean couldn’t believe it. He feasted on Chris’s wife’s firm full breasts. “Man this is something else. I’ve always thought Stephanie was sexy but this is too much.” He continued to look at Stephanie’s sexy demeanor, “Jeez Chris that is one ‘come fuck me look.’ I bet she got horny posing like that.”

Chris overlooked Sean talking about Stephanie so explicitly. He just replied, “Well yeah, I guess you could say she did.”

He handed one of Stephanie in her bra and panties laying on her side. It was the one of her looking at the camera and hooking a finger in her panties pulling them off of her hip.

Sean thought about Stephanie taking off her panties. “This is really great. But didn’t you say she posed nude? I would really like to see some of those.”

Sean could be a little alpha. Chris decided to get Sean going. He went back to his office and returned with some more photographs. He handed them to Sean. One was of his wife on her stomach, one was one her back stretched out, and the other was one of her kneeling with her arms stretched out above her head.

Sean couldn’t believe that Chris was showing him nude pictures of Stephanie. He studied the one showing her succulent ass and the other showing her pussy. He had seen Stephanie in a bikini, but this was different.

Chris was getting a kick out of Sean looking at Stephanie’s nude body. He remarked, “As you can see, these are all real tasteful. It’s like posing for Playboy, not a skin mag like Hustler.”

“I can see that. It looks like she’s getting ready to fuck.”

“That is the whole fantasy aspect. Why don’t you get Maggie to pose? She’ll probably like it.”

“I think she will. Man, I know I’d like seeing Maggie stretched out like this. How did you set this up?”

Chris told him about Jeff and the fact he was very discrete. He suggested that Sean meet with him first to satisfy that everything was legit. He gave him Jeff’s phone number.

“Thanks man. I’ll call him this week. Maggie will really like this.”

“Glad you are excited. If she poses, you can show me some nudes of Maggie.” He brought out a couple of black and whites. “Here take a look at these.”

He handed him a couple of Stephanie’s anonymous black and whites.

“Fuck! Look at that ass. And the close-up pussy shots. Are these of Stephanie?”

Chris was tempted to tell him about Stephanie’s black and whites. He told Sean it was another model. He explained that Jeff let him use his darkroom to develop his own photographs. So he was over there a couple of times a month. He told Sean about some of Jeff’s other photos.

“Jeff and I really like black and white photography. He has a amasya escort lot of different types of photographs. When you talk to him about Maggie’s shoot, he will probably show you a variety of shots. Just ask him to show you some of these.”

Sean put those down and looked at Stephanie’s nudes again.

He said to Chris, “Those are pretty hot. Real artistic looking. But these nudes of Stephanie are a real turn on. Come on man, show me another one.”

Chris was getting aroused with Sean’s comments about his wife. He brought out a couple of Stephanie on her knees with her ass in the air. Her head was down resting on her forearms. One showed her looking at the camera and the other was anonymous. Both had her knees apart showing her slit. The even showed her puffy lips.

Sean couldn’t believe how blatantly his wife’s friend was posing. He always thought Stephanie was hot, but never realized she could be this uninhibited.

While continuing to look at Stephanie’s nudes, he practically forgot Chris was there. He said out loud, “Man, she has a hot looking pussy. And look how hard her nipples are. It really looks like she is waiting to take a nice big dick. Have you shown these to anyone else?”

Chris couldn’t believe the way Sean was talking about his wife. He answered, “No. I have kept those just for me and Stephanie. I thought you would like them.”

“You’re right. Stephanie really is a sexy model.”

He told Chris he couldn’t wait for Maggie to start posing. The two husbands went back upstairs. After the couples bid their farewells, Stephanie and Chris relaxed in their family room.

She asked Chris, “Well, did Sean ask you about my posing?”

“Yeah he did.”

He told her about her boudoir shots he showed Sean.

“No way! You showed him the nudes of me stretched out?”

Chris confirmed he did.

‘No wonder he gave a funny kind of look when you guys came back upstairs. I thought he was scanning my body more than usual. Although it is kind of exciting that you showed my pictures to somebody else. What did he say?”

Chris told her their conversation.

“He really said I looked like I was ready to fuck?”

“I was surprised when he was that explicit. But that just shows what a hot model you are.”

Chris went on to tell her about the other shots he showed Sean.

“Oh my god Chris! Did you tell him it was me?”

“Relax. They were the close-ups. He didn’t recognize you.”

Stephanie thought about Sean looking at close-ups of her pussy. They discussed what types of sessions Maggie would pose for.

Chris pictured Maggie with Randall or Ron. He conjectured, “Do you think she will end up having sex sessions?”

“Probably not. I certainly didn’t start posing with that in mind. I just thought I would pose for some boudoir type shots.” She teasingly added, “Until I started getting encouragement from a certain husband.”

Chris responded in the dame manner, “It certainly didn’t take that much encouragement. As I recall, there wasn’t any resistance on your part.”

He switched back talking about Maggie, “Maybe if Jeff showed Sean pictures of wives with hung men he would be interested.”

“Maybe. But from what Maggie has told me, she gets that at home. I still cannot believe you showed him the black and whites. Tell me again what he said about them.”

Her husband replied, “He talked about the model’s pussy and ass. He liked the black and whites, but he wanted to see more of your nudes.”

He told her about the photographs of her on her knees. He described Sean’s lewd talk.

Stephanie was stunned, but aroused at the same time, “You showed him those?” She kissed Chris’s ear and said in her sultry voice, “He was right, I was thinking about taking a big dick.”

Stephanie reached down and stroked her husband’s cock. He was getting semi erect. She continued stroking him and whispered, “If showing Sean my nudes is turning you on, let’s see how turned on you get when the married woman takes on two guys.”

Chris agreed. Stephanie told him to meet her in the bedroom after closing up.

Chris countered, “Why don’t you bring them down here? I’ll put on one of our XXX films for more inspiration.”

Stephanie thought that was a good idea. While waiting for Stephanie to return, he located one of their favorite John Holmes tapes and put it in the VCR.

Stephanie returned wearing a short robe and holding an envelope. Chris started the tape. The action took place in a nightclub. He left the sound on because there wasn’t any real dialogue to interfere with their conversation.

Chris took the photographs out of the envelope and asked, “What was the scenario?”

Stephanie replied, “There wasn’t any scenario. Jeff wanted some new photographs for his exhibit and the married woman was curious about taking on two men. After you look at them, you’ll see why I couldn’t show them to you.”

With the on screen sex in the background he looked at Stephanie’s three-way. He couldn’t antalya escort believe how uninhibited she had become. The session started with the three of them nude facing the camera. Stephanie was in between Randall and another model. She said his name was Derek. Her hands were on their flaccid cocks. It was the session Chris recognized from the gallery exhibit. Most of these shots, however, showed Stephanie’s face.

One of the first shots showed the three of them standing with Stephanie sandwiched between her lovers. She was looking at the camera with a look of lust.

Stephanie said to her husband in a husky voice, “It looks like the married woman got caught by her husband again. Would you like to stay and watch?”

Chris thought of coming home from work and finding his wife with two other men. “Yeah, I would watch you and your lovers.”

Stephanie continued to hand him more photographs. There were a variety of shots of the male models caressing the married woman’s body. She alternated kissing her lovers. Jeff caught several close-ups of their tongues intertwining. Stephanie relived kissing the muscular model, while Randall fingered her pussy.

Chris opened his wife’s robe and fondled one of her breasts. It was swollen with desire. “It looks like the married woman likes two men.”

Stephanie responded to her husband’s caresses. “She really does. It felt really erotic with two sets of hands on my body. I really liked the feel of Derek’s muscles.”

By this time Chris had undressed. Stephanie stroked his cock while they went through her shoot. In the background, John Holmes was fucking a woman in the ass while she sucked off another guy.

They interrupted looking at Stephanie’s three-way to check out the action on the screen.

Chris asked his wife, “Did the married woman ever get fucked in the ass?”

“Jeff mentioned it, but I never did anything like that. Does this mean you would like some shots of the married woman taking it in the ass?”

“I never thought about it before, but that might be hot.”

“I’ll think about it.” Then referring to the screen, she laughed, “But the married woman isn’t going to take anything like that.”

They shifted back to Stephanie’s shoot. The married woman was on her knees alternately sucking the two men’s cocks. Chris liked a couple of his wife with a cock in her mouth looking at the camera.

The married woman’s lovers then took turns fucking her. Stephanie remembered how turned on she was on all fours sucking Randall while Derek fucked her. The photographs didn’t do justice to the pounding he was giving her. Then they switched, and Randall fucked her while she sucked Derek.

In the background, a woman was on the bar while the two performers took turns on her.

Chris was mesmerized by the shoot, “God, Steph these are great.” He reached for her pussy, “Did you like two guys taking turns with you.”

Stephanie noticed he didn’t refer to the married woman, “Yeah, I really did. Would you like to take turns with my pussy?”

Chris responded by giving his wife a deep kiss. He slipped her robe off her shoulders. Her body was on fire. He felt the heat as he caressed his adulterous wife. He put the packet of photos aside.

Stephanie leaned over and took his cock in her mouth. It only took a few swirls of her tongue to get him fully erect. She reveled in the taste and texture of his ridges. She thought how turned on she was sucking other men’s cocks while Jeff photographed her. Chris relaxed while his wife gave him an exquisite blowjob.

He finally had to pull her head off before he came in her mouth. He wanted to feel her tight hot cunt. She guided his cock into her adulterous cunt. She talked dirty to him about taking turns with another guy while he pounded her pussy.

She came on his cock with a powerful orgasm. It seemed since she started posing, it was easier for her to cum.

As she felt his body tensing, she stopped him. She directed him, “Don’t cum inside me, I want to feel you on my stomach.”

He pulled out and shot a blast on her abdomen and pubic hair. Stephanie reached down and squeezed some more cum at the opening of her pussy.

She looked up at her husband full of lust and desire. “Look what happened. My lover shot all over my pussy. Why don’t you use your tongue and clean me up.”

Chris had tasted cum out of her pussy before but had never licked it off her body. He got down on his knees between her open legs. Her pussy was wet with her juices and his cum. He leaned in and took of couple of licks on her abdomen.

Stephanie looked down at her husband cleaning her freshly fucked cunt. “That’s it honey get all of his cum. This is what happens when you come home too early and catch me fucking.”

Enflamed by her fantasy, he continued to lick all of his cum from her pubic hair and in her slit. He was fantasizing licking another man’s cum from his wife’s body. The tempo of his licking increased until he brought his wife off again.

Stephanie relaxed from another orgasm. She couldn’t get over how much sex they have had since she began posing. She caressed his cheek and said in a cooing voice. “That was great. Did you like cleaning up after my lover?”

“Mmmm…that was hot. I didn’t know if I would like it or not, but it tasted pretty good.”

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I’m awakened sometime around the witching hour. It is a bit of trivia. I coo “It’s ok sweetie mommy’s here….” and make soothing sounds until my little girl is back to sleep. I look at my sleeping girls with love in my eyes and try to get back to sleep myself.

It’s no good. I can’t get comfortable. Just a little bit of heartburn. The sounds of the sleeping house are too annoying. Or maybe I just got to awake putting my youngest offspring back to sleep. Whatever it is. I’m now awake.

I slip out of bed quietly and make my way to my dresser. Even in the dark I even know where things are. My fingertips gently touch and trace over the lace, satin, and cotton panties until they find their way to the back. I can almost see the delicate pink and white flowers of the garter belt just by touching it. Yes this is what I want. I retrieve it and grin to myself that I’ll be a hussy tonight. I will not be wearing any panties.

Next drawer up, a little half drawer. I check my nails quickly, and find an offending chip. I find the file on top of the dresser with ease and quickly file the roughness away. Now I can touch the most delicate material hidden in the drawer. The softy silky feel of nylons, thigh highs, and stockings greet my eager but tentative touch. The maternity hose on top. I love the climbing rose pattern on the belly panel of these no support hose. I smile as I touch my growing belly with my free hand. No this is not what I seek tonight. The thigh highs are next to them but underneath those heavy topped beauties are something even prettier. The light stockings. I know I’ve found them when the smooth synthetic material changes to even smoother softer silk. It is not a silk night, silk nights are special occasions that aren’t for sitting on the computer writing. I go a bit further to find the nylon stockings. With both hands I gently remove the pair I seek.

With all I need in hand, I venture downstairs to my vanity. I apply the majority of my makeup without even thinking about it. The colors are all that I have to think about. I start to put on my eye shadow and think just for a moment. My lips are darkly lined slutty red. Why not go the little extra bit? I can wash it off before anyone wakes up. I put it on thick. A lilac base going darker and darker purple still. a two color lilac flame dances in the dark purple sea that flow above my blue eyes. I finish quickly so I can “get dressed”.

I put my garter belt around my waist and secure the clasp behind. Not that I have to put it that way, I want to. It gets me in the mood, the entire process has become an exercise in eroticism. Just as it should be to write erotica. I roll up one stocking, and over a pointed foot, I slowly, carefully unroll it up my long shapely leg. I get to the top and attach the holds to the top of the stocking, adjusting them tight. I stand, still on pointed toes, snap the strap that frames my ass with a giggle. Same goes for the other afyon escort stocking. Standing just in my hosiery, I gaze longingly at shoes.

I want the pale pink stilettos. My mind tells me in my condition they are going to kill my feet and my balance isn’t the best right now. My heart cries out for them. My heart wins. They are 3 1/2 inches and they’re an almost perfectly match for the color of rose embroidery on my garter belt. I take a few tentative steps because I have not worn heels this high in a while. After just a few my confidence rises, allowing me to walk more naturally. Not that it matters much. It’s only 25 feet to my computer anyways.

I try to minimize the sound of my heels clicking against the hard floor. In the darkness, the purple, blue, green, orange, yellow and red LEDs of my computer beckon to me. It is a promise to go back in the past and a world of fantasy all at the same time. I look through my unfinished documents to find a what I want to work on. The story at first comes in a torrent that results in a flurry of fingers flying acrossed the keyboard. But eventually I slow and that is when I sense you for the first time.

I wonder how long you have been behind me. All while I’m not acknowledging that I’m aware of your presence. I go back up rereading what I’ve just written, correcting the obvious typos. I don’t expect your touch. It makes me scream and jump even though I had known you were there. You laugh and then laugh harder when I tell you it isn’t funny. I had expected you to go back to bed. You look at me all painted up and see I’m only wearing stockings, a garter belt, and heels.

You ask me to come with you. I wave you off telling you that I’m writing. You gently but firmly take my elbow to help me up. I protest that I’m too pregnant to walk in these heels. You promise to help me. I protest once more weakly while I do your bidding despite the protest. Your strong arm reaches around my waist, supporting me and fondling my breast at the same time. I start to protest again. You’re touch turns rough and I yelp telling you to watch it. Telling you that my nipples are very tender right now. You inform me that you know. I take the hint.

You open up the back door, then lead me through out under the stars. The cool air is just a little chill against my skin. More so to my wet engorged lips. I try closing my legs a little to keep myself warm. You comment on my makeup. You ask me if I was going to do anything with those cocksucker lips as we continue walking towards the bench in the middle of the yard. I look at you defiantly, you smile knowingly back at me. I slide down your body holding on for balance and to remove your one article of clothing. A pair of jogging shorts. As they come down your cock springs free. I settle squatting on my toes, my legs wide, and taste the first beads of your excitement with my tongue.

One hand slides down my body, aydın escort until a finger finds my clit. It starts making slow aimless movements while I take hold of your hip with my other hand. I dig my nails into your ass cheek, enjoying you flinching the head of your cock into my mouth. Going down the shaft once, the tip of my tongue trails on the underside of you. I can’t fit you all the way down my throat. Not yet at least. I go up and down several times more. Each time I push myself further onto your large cock until I get passed the gag reflex and my throat accepts you. I go down until I smell your musky pubic hair. I breath you in more deeply than your cock embedded in my throat is. I love the smell of you in my nostrils and the feel of you in my mouth.

And I want your cum. I want it spurting onto the roof of my mouth, your taste coating my tongue, and that hot seed sliding down my throat. I want only to please your cock as my fingers bring me to orgasm. But your words break me from the spell the throbbing cock in my mouth has me under. “I want to fuck you, here and now.” You growl with a smile across your face. “I want to fuck you stand here so all the world can see you being fucked by me. So everyone can see us fucking and know that you are mine and I am yours. I want them to hear the sound it makes as my cock slides in and out of your dipping wet pussy and envy us our mutual pleasure.”

“Do you think they will masturbate when they see and here us?” I query as you have gained my interest and my mouth has come off your cock.

“Yes they will.” You assure me. “Some will even cum just at seeing the sight and sound of lovemaking without the aid of their own touch. Does that….”

“excite me?” I finish your sentence as I rise to my feet and turn away from you. “Yes, yes it does.” I finally make the bench we were headed for. I bend over bracing myself on the back of the bench, and thrust my ass towards you…. a clear invitation to come to me.

My heels make me very accessible to you. You grab my hips and enter me standing almost without any crouching. You slide into me until your pelvis slaps loudly against my ass. I moan aloud as you bury your cock all the way into me. There is a tinge of pain but it is expected. Though we talk of an audience we are not actually planning to put on an exhibit, nor do we want to get caught. This will be fast and rough. Just like we like it. You will explode into me and I will have waves of orgasm shake my very core in a very short time. Your tempo almost immediately is quick and the slapping of our skin and the sloppy wet sounds of your cock driving in and out of me is just what you promised. I can feel both of us on the verge of orgasm when an unexpected sound slows you.

The sliding door next door clicking almost quietly shut. Not quiet enough. You don’t exactly stop…. and I smell the rancid smell of stale cigar in the air. We both ağrı escort see the figure moving to peer between the gaps in the fence. We have been caught. I start to move to flee, but your hand on the small of my back stops me. You bury your cock deep within me again and leave it there. I let out a audible moan despite myself as it fills me.

“Go back in Frank.” You say with a deep commanding voice. I giggle a little as I see the figure of our neighbor startle and jump. We here the footsteps recede and the door slide open and closed. I am not fooled. Whether you are or just don’t care I have no idea. You resume fucking me loudly and I see a figure at a different spot along the fence. It stops, except for where the waist would be, and that is a flurry of activity. You have gone to talking dirty now. You praise my pussy as being so tight and impossibly wet. You vocalize how much you love fucking me, over the sound of our slapping skin and the wet slurping sound of your cock going in and out of me.

And I can’t help myself. I moan for you to fuck me hard as the waves crash over me. You laugh and obligate me. My legs shake and my body quivers from my orgasm you pull your still hard cock out of me and I know what you want. I forget my pride and get on my knees before you. I taste myself upon you and it doesn’t take much before you explode in my mouth. Your cock is too deep and you spurt down my throat and I can’t swallow your cum fast enough. I try to back off but it is too late. I have your cum oozing out of the corners of my mouth while you treat me to more of your sweet seed is less intense spasms that fill my mouth. I love the taste of you and swallow you down like a good girl, no less than what you expect of me.

Your cock, spent starts to shrink and you pull it from my mouth and you offer me a hand up. I look up into your eyes and start to raise my finger to scoop up the errant cum that is now starting to run down my neck. It doesn’t surprise me that you stop me and start licking up my neck to the corner of my mouth…. cleaning up your mess. But the ‘oh fuck!’ whispered not to quietly from the other side of the fence clearly illustrates that it shocks our voyeuristic neighbor. You don’t even acknowledge our masturbating neighbors outburst, you just grab my ass and force your tongue into my mouth. I think Frank must be close to fainting by now.

I feel your cock start to stir again pressed hard into my belly. I am ready to put on another show and start to slide down your body. You stop me with crooked smile and growl. “Get your sweet ass back in the house,” you step to one side and swat my ass loudly, that sings out in the still of the night. I giggle and practically bound inside…. even wearing the fuck me heels in my condition. I don’t know if it is lost on you or not.

I’m rather certain, as I look behind me at the leering eye of our neighbor of three things. Frank is going to dream of fucking me every time he sees me…. and I’m enough of a tease that I will flaunt it and take advantage of it. Second I’m in for a full night of sex when we get back inside. Last, I’m going to be the neighborhood rumor mills favorite subject for years to come, I will feign innocence, and love it!

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A chance meeting some time back at a party turned into the most erotic encounter of my life.

At a party some time back I (55 year old male) was introduced to a fellow called Kevin who was a travel agent that specialised in organising holiday tours for people with disabilities. Basically people with disabilities would book a holiday and Kevin would find an “able bodied” person to partner them on the tour and look after them. Typically a tour might consist of 12 people with varying disabilities and 12 partners to assist. Fascinated and impressed I gave Kevin my details and mentioned I would love to help one day if required.

I had forgotten all about Kevin when six months later I get a call from him wanting to know if I was still interested as he had a spot he needed to fill on a short five day tour he had coming up. I was available so thought why not and with details taken care of I was to meet Kevin and the tour in a weeks’ time.

That next week I didn’t know whether to be nervous or excited. Excited about a short holiday and helping someone but nervous about what to expect. What sort of disabilities? What did I have to do to assist?

I arrived at the meeting room before we boarded the coach to find the room full of people who had already been paired with their “partners” and people with all manner of obvious disabilities. Kevin saw me and pulled me aside to introduce me the person I was to assist and this is where the shock’s started. The first shock was that Melissa was female. I had not prepared for that and was expecting to pair with another male – not sure why – just imagined that was what would occur. Next shock was she was only about mid-thirties – at least twenty years younger than me and very good looking. But what really caught me by surprise she did not have a disability – well not an obvious one anyway. Melissa looked normal – and beautiful in every way. I don’t know if Kevin noticed my shock or not but he quickly explained that Melissa was blind and whilst she was self-sufficient at home needed help on holidays in strange places and in hotel rooms she did not know.

Hotel rooms! How was that going to work? I really started to get nervous then getting more concerned about my own insecurities and not for one minute considering Melissa.

All aboard the bus and we started our journey to the first nights’ accommodation. Melissa and I sat together about mid bus and spent the trip chatting and learning all about each other. Things went pretty well with the only thing I really needed to do was to show her to the door of the ladies restrooms at lunch. Once we reached the door she assured me she would be fine from there and asked if I could just wait there for her. Phew!

My anxiety eased at the hotel when I realised Kevin had booked a two room “family room” for Melissa and me – the only sensible thing to do.

Our room was basically three rooms and a bathroom. It consisted of two bedrooms with a central room for watching television and the bathroom off of that. First I took the opportunity to guide Melissa around the basic layout to give her a map of where things were. I then settled down to watch some television before we went down to dinner. Melissa went to her room to prepare for dinner.

Nothing happened for about ten minutes and I started to feel at ease with my new surroundings and less concerned when Melissa announced she was going to shower before dinner. That is when the anxiety set back in.

Melissa confidently walks from her room heading for the bathroom but it was what she was wearing that caught me off guard. More shock – Melissa strides from her room to the bathroom carrying a towel but in nothing but her underwear. I know this will sound silly to some but my immediate reaction was to look away – almost like one would if they had been caught spying or peeking. I looked left I looked right but could not avoid seeing and approving of this wonderful sight. It must have only been ten seconds but it seemed a lot longer.

Melissa is quite a tall lady, at I guess almost six feet with most of that being long legs – legs that I now am aware lead to an exceptional backside. Not a nothing backside like many of the super skinny super models and not like the luscious Brazilian girls either but as she strode across that room in a tiny matching thong and bra that was what stuck in my head – just look at that beautiful arse wobble.

As she disappeared behind the bathroom door I swear it took me five minutes to get my thoughts back together and then suddenly realised how stupid it was for me to be looking away as she is blind and simply could not possibly know I was looking anyway.

After about ten minutes the bathroom door opened and if I thought I was shocked before I was dumbstruck now. Melissa made the return journey wearing the towel – only the towel was wrapped around her head as she obviously washed her hair. Now I really did not know where to look – left, right, up I was doing the adana escort same silly thing as before but this time I swear I was blushing at the same time. They say people with disabilities develop other senses to compensate well what happened next flawed me. Melissa stops half away across the room, turns to face me and asks what’s wrong.

Am I that bad she asks? With me sitting and Melissa standing I am looking directly at her well covered dark pussy less than two feet away and it is all I can do to adjust my stare from her pussy to her face noting her perfect breasts and nipples on the way and blurt out – god no, your perfect. Why do you keep looking away then she responds? I have no answer and as she turns and heads for her room she reminds me that we will be together for five days so please get used to it.

Melissa returns to her bedroom and I sit there contemplating what I just witnessed, a beautiful naked woman twenty years my junior. Almost urgently I realise the hardening in my groin and rush to the bathroom where behind closed doors I furiously masturbate trying desperately to be quite. It only takes about thirty seconds and I spurt a load like I have not for some years and the relief are shuddering all the while that delicious wobbling arse stuck in my vision. I have not orgasmed like that in years.

The rest of that night went without further shock. Dinner with the tour and back to our room before saying goodnight and heading to bed where all I could do was lay as quietly as I could wanking like a 15 year old schoolboy. This trip was going to be quite pleasant it seemed.

We both woke quite early the next day and Melissa suggested a quick walk to get things moving so we set off on a half hour walk with me marvelling at that rear end of hers encased in Lycra gym tights. As we walked and talked it became quite apparent that this girl was quite liberated and open and no subject seemed out of bounds. As we headed back to the hotel she mentioned the opportunity existed later that day to use the hotel swimming pool only she had not done her house keeping “down there” so to speak and was concerned that her pubic hair would protrude outside the confines of her costume. I had noted she was well covered in the pubic area but was still stuck for a response. Melissa said that she normally went to a beauty salon but had simply run out of time. Why don’t you do it for me John she asks?

I am glad she could not see my face – I simply could not believe what I had heard and had mixed emotions all in a split second. I was shocked but now excited and nervous all in one. But Melissa I have no idea how to do that I stammered. It is easy she replied I will talk you through it – I have a little personal trimmer and I am sure you have used a razor blade before. Please John I really want to go swimming.

Back in our hotel room Melissa is setting up in the bathroom for her trim whilst I pace nervously in my room wondering just how I will handle this. Melissa calls from the bathroom that she is ready so I make my way across to be greeted by the site of Melissa naked from the waist down sitting in a chair with those long legs straight and apart quite a distance revealing her wonderful womanhood to me. Finally coming to terms with the realisation that she cannot see me staring at her pussy I suddenly wonder though if her extra senses would be aware of the fact that almost ten seconds has passed and I still have not said anything. What do I do first I finally ask. Use the personal trimmer first she instructs, just turn it on and basically trim my pubic hair like you would a beard.

Shaking nervously I pick up the trimmer and turn it on. The vibration immediately has me wondering what affect it might have on Melissa but I try to concentrate on what I am about to do. Another ten seconds passed as I knelt between Melissa’s legs staring at her pussy, trimmer running and wondering where to start. “Oh come on she says – just do it please”. I place my free hand to one side of her pussy and start to run the trimmer through her quite thick growth little by little exposing a beautiful mound. By the time I had finished trimming my question about the vibration seemed to be answered in that I swear Melissa was breathing more rapidly and heavier.

Now the razor Melissa orders. Use the cream to each side and shave each side to leave a two inch strip in the middle. I carefully lather each side of her now exposed mound and then arm myself with the razor. Now the next dilemma – there is no way I can shave the sides without using my other hand to stretch the skin whilst carefully shaving. So being ever so careful and shaking like a leaf I use my free hand to push her lips to one side whilst I shave and then to the other side to complete the action. Finally finished I use a towel to wipe the excess cream away and reveal the finished product.

It is then that I am left in no doubt that Melissa is not only breathing more ankara escort quickly and heavier but her pussy has swollen and her lips were parted and her labia exposed. She was like a beautiful flower exposed to me. Once again the speechless ten seconds before Melissa gathers her thoughts and asks if we are all finished to which I respond yes, with which she thanks me and promptly heads to her bedroom and closes the door.

I stand outside hardly able to believe what I had just done when I hear noises from Melissa’s room. Low moans and whimpers. That was it – straight back to the bathroom for me to relieve myself – again bigger and better than for many years.

The day with the tour group went well and I took Melissa for her swim in the afternoon. She was right about the trim she would have had half her pubic hair outside of the tiny bather bottoms she wore. The top was not much better and on one occasion I had to let her know her nipple was exposed.

Back to the room before dinner is almost a carbon copy of the day before with Melissa going to the bathroom in her bathers before returning yet again naked. A little more used to her ways by now I simply settled back and enjoyed the show. That extra sense must have known as before she closed her bedroom door she remarked that “that was much better John, you seem more comfortable”.

My turn next for the shower but not being so confident I wore my boxer shorts. I did wonder about returning naked, after all she is blind but still could not summon the courage. As I exit the bathroom Melissa is sitting at the table and remarks that she does not know what I look like. Understanding her statement I thought the obvious way to help would be to explain myself, height, hair colour etc.

“No come over here she says – I want to see what you look like” Not really understanding what she meant I made way over at which point she stood and proceeded to use both of her hands to feel her way and create her picture of what I looked like. First she started with my face and hair feeling slowly and deliberately and then started to make her way down my naked chest, arms and back before she reached my boxer shorts. “Oh John she exclaimed. I am disappointed. You have seen me naked.”

At this point I might explain my lack of confidence nude which all stems from way to much porn over the years where the guys are always hung like donkeys. As a younger man I used to almost explain my lack of size by using the line “I am a grower and not a shower”. You see my penis soft is only about an inch and a half but it does harden to a respectable six inches. Still not quite every girls dream but useful none the less. So parading naked with my inch and a half has never been confidence inspiring.

Nothing much to see I tell Melissa. Oh come on John let me be the judge of that with which her hands moved to the rear of my boxer shorts and she proceeded to feel my arse and the backs of my legs. By this time I am almost like a statue not daring to breathe – back in shock when I feel her hands proceeding back up my thighs and straight up the inside of my loose boxer short legs. Now short is my appendage but large are my balls – larger than most I have seen so the first contact she has is to gently cup and caress my balls which turns me from statue to jelly legs and I swear I let out a moan. With one delightful movement she then lets one hand roll over the top and tug gently at my penis which by this stage has thankfully started its grower stage. Thought you said nothing much to see says Melissa looks fine to me. With that she removes her hands gives me a playful slap and reminds we will be late for dinner if I don’t get a wriggle on.

Back in my room my boxers now have a tent pole and I am desperately wanting a wank – down come the boxers and my hand grabs my shaft which has not been that hard in years. Realising Melissa would be waiting and I swear there would be no way to come without groaning loudly I begrudgingly remove my hand and proceed to dress for dinner while urging my hard on to subside.

At dinner I could hardly concentrate and rushed through in the hope of what was to come. Back in our room Melissa once again bids me good night and we retire to our separate rooms me with aching balls. All I want to do is come at the hands of this woman.

The next morning I wake before Melissa and head to shower before breakfast and to take a further opportunity to relieve my aching balls. I had only just got under the water and started to lather my groin and there is a knock at the door. It is Melissa and she wants to come in and pee urgently. Ah well no problem as she cannot see me anyhow and even if she could my quick lathering had me at half-mast anyway – nothing to be worried about.

Well she enters the bathroom dressed in what she wears to bed I guess – a tiny singlet top that is all but see through with breasts jiggling around beneath and that delicious arse again in a adıyaman escort little white thong. She sits on the toilet without removing the thong and simply pulls it to one side to pee. As she leans forward I have a clear view down her top of her breasts and large puffy nipples. I am not sure what came over me but I guess I had finally registered that she was blind and my hand went to my cock and was pumping away madly.

Melissa finished her pee, stood and washed her hands at the basin which meant I had a perfect view of her arse which only increased my hand activity when she turned to face me and said “John – are you masturbating”. My hand froze and my awkward ten seconds of silence again before Melissa simply said “it is alright John – we all have needs. Would you like me to do it for you?”

Silence again. It felt wrong to say yes but by god I wanted to. I didn’t have to – nothing was said Melissa moved towards the shower with both hands out stretched. If I was feeling guilty it was not for long as my instincts simply guided my cock and balls to those hands. Still lathered with soap Melissa massaged gently at my balls with one hand and stroked my rock hard cock with the other. I think it could have only been twenty to thirty seconds and I just exploded. My legs were like jelly and shaking and I could not help myself but moan that loud I am sure they would have heard it in the next five rooms. My explosive orgasm seemed to last almost as long as it took to get there and I am not sure Melissa was impressed or otherwise. “Do you always come that much she asked?” What do you mean I replied? Well I can feel cum pulsing up your cock and my hand was covered in the end. No unfortunately, not always that much I reply. And do you always come so quickly she asked? Not always that quickly. With that she turned and left the bathroom.

The tour moved town that day and we arrived at our new hotel later that day. The good news was that the hotel was from the same group and the style of our room almost identical to the last one, just the furniture and layout in the bedrooms was slightly different so for Melissa the guided tour was pretty simple. We showered and changed for dinner which still had its antics – she parading almost naked to the bathroom and fully naked back me straining my neck at that beautiful arse but other than that nothing happened.

Dinner tonight was like the special tour night and followed by dancing and a band. Dancing with a blind partner was something special and Melissa showed rhythm and timing that one maybe only gets from listening. The longer night and more wine than usual meant a slightly tipsy Melissa needed extra escorting back to our room that night.

Once inside Melissa reminded me that given her tipsy state and the new room she may need a hand to prepare for bed. Too much wine it seems and being blind is not necessarily a good mix. I led her to her room where without even a flinch she removes her top and bra revealing those beautiful breasts and nipples just begging to be devoured. Melissa stood straight up and asked “are my boobs attractive John?” Beautiful I replied. I have needs to you know. I need you to touch them she said.

I didn’t need a second invitation and immediately cupped one breast in one hand and put my lips to the other gently sucking one nipple whilst rolling the other between thumb and finger. Melissa has large puffy areola about two inches diameter which seemed to pucker with the attention. I spent the next few minutes enjoying switching from one puckered nipple to another and the low moans and heavy breathe told me she was enjoying the attention.

Don’t ask me how but somehow during this Melissa had managed to wriggle out of her skirt and panties and before I knew it she was naked. She suddenly pushed my head away, fell back on the bed exposing her mound of Eden and declared I still have needs – lick my pussy please.

Please! She didn’t need to say please. Like after the shave Melissa’s pussy lips were enlarged and her labia exposed and I wasted no time enlightening her with my one hidden talent. You see the one thing I do have that is oversized is my tongue and I used every inch of it making sure she knew it. It is long enough that I can actually thrust it inside a vagina like a small penis. Experience tells me the ladies enjoy it and judging by reaction Melissa was no different.

The one thing I did not notice after the shave but soon found with my tongue was the size and ease of Melissa’s clitoris. Easily the largest I have experienced, quite pronounced and protruding so I could easily pick my time to push her to orgasm and that she did, shuddering and almost crushing me with her legs.

When Melissa finally released her grip I was able to stand and prepared to leave but Melissa had other ideas yet. One more thing I need she said. Oh? Can you do what you did this morning again? Masturbate I asked confused. No, can you come like that again, that much. I don’t know why I replied stupidly. I need you to come in my mouth. With that Melissa dropped to her knees unzipped my trousers, dropped them to my ankles with my underwear and cradled my semi erect penis before wrapping her lips around the length and started to blow my mind as well as my cock.

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I mounted Arnold’s bike riding it shakily out of the yard across the draw bridge at the edge of the property.

“SHIT TAMAYA, UN!! UN!! UN!! UN!! UN!! FUCK!!” I was taunted by some unseen kids as I rode by the side of the trailer towards the park. Her young charges trolling me were obviously in the know as I still wondered if they were her children after all.

When all was said and done Tamaya Hope was a prostitute.

I resolved to cherish the memory and delete her shitty postcoital explanation as I absentmindedly found myself riding back towards Ms. Minnie’s house finding Arnold walking in my direction with his shirt draped over his shoulder.

“Where you been?” He asked.

“I took a ride into the twilight zone; saw some tig ole’ bitties at the park too; fake ass church girl over there.” My mouth was rebelling wholesale as Arnold laughed probably noticing my butthurt expression.

“OH I KNOW WHO YOU TALKING ABOUT!! UHM, HER NAME TAMINA OR SOME SHIT LIKE THAT, RIGHT?!!” His uninhibited mirth was off-putting.

“Tamaya.”

“Watch out for her bruh; she selling the kitty around there. Bitch been coming down here for the last two years hawking her titties to dummies with loose pockets! Uh, did she get in your wallet like Capital One?”

“Hell no.” I lied unevenly as Arnold side eyed me.

“Get off my bike; oh yeah, come with me over to the house. I need you to run interference between me and Daisy Mae.”

“Yeah?”

Once again the hair stood up on the back of my neck as I thought of the night prior and our tryst in those woods.

Was it a dream?

I was about to find out.

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TIG OLE’ BITTIES 5

I was in for a surprise as we rounded the bend coming up on Arnold’s trailer home in that we found the front yard occupied surprisingly by Daisy Mae and Niecy who was in the process of having a hair braided. The specter of fear and overt guilt ran through my body as I shot Arnold a side eye knowing what I had spent the whole of the previous day doing with his girlfriend. It all seemed so surreal up until this very moment as I watched Niecy sitting on a plastic milk crate with Daisy Mae posted up behind her in a chair from their kitchen.

The plus size beauty was using a hot comb on her future sister-in-law’s head with a little set up on a wooden crate that contained some hair supplies and a nasty looking jar of Vaseline. The hot comb was plugged into an exterior outlet on the trailer I hadn’t noticed before. you know Niecy honestly looked like an oversized kid sitting there with her shoulders slumped wincing as that sizzling hot piece of metal ran through her hair. It didn’t look like a pleasurable experience. Daisy Mae’s own rather large shock of wild curls hid her face putting her eyes partially in shadow as she worked intently with the strained expression. Niecy wore a simple white slip, cleavage bulging.

“Something wrong with your eyes?” She spoke abruptly with the tone sounding rather terse.

I wasn’t sure if she was speaking to me or her boyfriend looking at him for some guidance before she glanced up simultaneously reaching back want her sister in laws head making the woman wince and cry out from the heat. Her big ham sized fist cupped Niecy’s chin roughly adjusting her noggin before taking a dab of Vaseline to her scalp.

“I’m talking to you and I wanna know if there’s something wrong with your eyes because you seem to be staring a hole in my head. I wanna know if you got a problem that my boyfriend needs to fix.”

“Come on now Daisy this is my friend Robert, he from the city; I can vouch that these good people and I’ve known him since we were little kids.”

“Arnold how long have I known him?”

“Well I guess you’re meeting him right now I reckon.”

“Then you ain’t worried about him staring up at me like he wanna snap me up for a snack?”

“Come on stop playing girl he’s like my best friend.”

“So I’m supposed to automatically be OK with some guy I never seen looking at me with nasty eyes probably wishing he can use your bed to sate his lust; since you’re so cool with him perhaps you want me to go in your trailer and get on my hands and knees. Is that what you want Arnold?”

“I’m not saying anything I was just bringing him here to meet you.” My friend looked thrown off by her candor I was as well feeling like a third wheel, an, intruder and a complete stranger.

Her voice betrayed nothing of the previous day and our tryst. the way she spoke made me feel as if everything that occurred was some elaborate fever induced mirage conjured up by the stifling summer heat and the pungent smell of the sewage assailing my nostrils even as I stood there in the middle of the street looking at her angry countenance. Daisy Mae sat there in a blue cotton night dress staring back at me lime green eyes full of fire and brimstone. It felt like Arnold was shrinking right before my very eyes under aksaray escort her gaze.

“He’s a good guy.”

“Is that what you want, answer me.” She rested the forearm holding the hot comb over Niecy’s right shoulder uncomfortably close to her face with whisps of vapor rising off it.

“HEY, IT’S COOL! Uhm, I’m gonna go, okay? There’s no problem I’m just, gonna cut out.”

Daisy Mae sat there with that arm draped over the shoulder of Arnold’s sister glaring at him. The atmosphere changed and I hated myself for thinking it, but it almost seemed as if she would tap Niecy’s cheek with that white hot iron.

“No, that ain’t what I want.” Arnold answered reluctantly sounding as if he were capitulating to a kidnapping situation. Daisy Mae went back to working on Niecy’s hair giving the woman a few years her senior a rough tug as she did. Arnold looked at once deflated and out of sorts standing ten or twelve feet away in the middle of the street.

“You say he’s good and I’m just supposed to accept it like your fucking word is bond; I ain’t ever seen him before and you want me to roll out the red carpet for this nigga who look shady enough to take Niecy’s dumb ass into that chicken coop over there and scoop out her cornhole. He looks like he the kind of nigga that would fuck me in your bed all day… but you wouldn’t know that cause you out being mannish all night!”

“Baby.” Arnold started but stopped when she glared at him with those narrow lime green eyes again.

“GET-YOUR-ASS-IN THAT TRAILER!! I’m gonna come talk to you REAL FUCKING NICE and we gonna see about helping you remember where your goddamn house is, nigga!” It looked like all of the color drained out of Arnold’s face and that was some feat considering he was charcoal black to begin with as he turned towards me muscular arms outstretched.

“Hey man I…” His hands were shaking on the handles of his bike. I couldn’t tell if it were from rage or fear.

“WHAT I TELL YOU BOY!! DON’T MAKE ME SAY IT AGAIN!!” Daisy Mae’s voice went shrill in her rage as her nostrils flared. Her round freckled countenance twisted into a grimace akin to a demonic kabuki mask. Arnold dismounted.

“Uhm, yes.” He glanced at me fleetingly tucking his chin jumping across the ditch. He left his bike on the sparse frayed grass and dirt in the front yard. He walked towards the trailer getting hit in the bicep by the open container of Vaseline flung by his woman. Arnold didn’t hesitate walking up the short makeshift cinder block stairs into his home.

The rickety screen door slammed looking as if it could fall off as Daisy Mae shoved Niecy onto the ground willfully.

“Get my Vaseline and it bet not be dirty or I’m gonna whip your tail!” She ordered sounding like the bully she so truly was in that moment forcing me to question reality. We romped and screwed the stuffing out of one another only a day prior with Niecy in the know. I knew this woman biblically while her boyfriend was busy stuffing my caretaker right down the block.

Niecy retrieved the jar shooting me a brief look that read apologetic as she took a few steps offering it back only to have her hand nearly taken off in the process.

“Oh you’re still there, huh; wanna see some fucking draws, do you?!”

Daisy Mae suddenly reached down in front of Niecy snatching up the hem of her slip exposing a pair of sheer panties underneath. Niecy quickly snatched her slip down between her thighs lurching forward inadvertently exposing a tit when it plopped out in front of my face hanging. She whimpered running into the trailer sobbing leaving the screen door to slam again as Daisy Mae did this sort of dirty laugh.

“Ain’t good enough for you, huh Robert boy?”

Daisy Mae stood up from her chair turning a hip in my direction drawing up her night shirt until I was given just the slightest hint of one of her huge ass cheeks, a miniscule peek. She smiled lifting it a little higher. My eyes went there automatically knowing what was underneath as she made this clicking sound barely audibly.

“WHAT THE FUCK?!!” The family dog Butch came barreling from under the house drooling and snarling catching me off guard. It was such a sudden jolt that I tumbled over on the blacktop street quickly recovering to my feet.

Butch was damn near choking himself straining the heavy chain that anchored him to the Belle Family trailer raised upright on his hind legs desperate to free himself and take his pound of flesh out of me. I didn’t wait running further down the road fuming. I ended up at a bend in the road bordered on either side with overgrowth creeping overhead at an arch. The sewage ditches here were especially deep and pungent with green moss bubbling atop it.

My heart was thumping wildly as I tried to make sense of Daisy Mae’s attitude doing my best to chalk it up to her covering our tracks with extreme clarity. Ever since we’d hooked up I couldn’t get her generous proportions out of my mind. Daisy Mae’s kinetic way of having sex read amasya escort all over my person and I wondered if Arnold would’ve noticed if he hadn’t spent a night running Miss Minnie through. I couldn’t reconcile the ironclad hold she had on my friend’s psyche either. I recalled him having a successful street fight with a man and his son beating them both bloody which was a feat in and of itself due to him being all of twelve years old at the time.

Now in current day he cowered at the slightest displeasure from this woman along with his sister too. Her hold seemed almost matronly in malevolent fashion. Daisy Mae talked a good game sounding as if she knew the answers to questions before they were asked. She knew I’d be overwhelmed by her appearance and pushed things further than I ever would’ve imagined sexually. I couldn’t help myself doing my best to fuck her brains out luxuriating in her lush curves, enjoying that big monster ass of hers.

It was almost as if I could feel her cunt just by thinking sprouting the mother of all erections standing there in the middle of the road. My cock was seriously pulsing at the mental image of her nude body making me at once antsy.

Her reaction to me this morning was just too perfect, almost alien in that it seemed as if she really didn’t know me from Cain. Daisy Mae’s presence was staggering and I couldn’t put my finger on it no matter how hard I tried. Part of me was starting to question the series of events leading to me standing there in the middle of the road with a ridiculous bulge on display. I almost felt like hopping the ditch into the woods to take care of it with my right hand. That anxiety was starting to overwhelm me even more. I was beginning to think maybe it was some sort of fever pitch.

“It happened; it really did.” I mumbled mentally going to the only smoking gun I had. The evilly sneaky look in her narrow lime green eyes as she teased me with the tiniest bit of cheekage under that nightshirt.

“Huh?” There was a rustling of the foliage and the cracking of dried leaves underfoot distracting me from my inner ruminations at that moment.

It had come at my right side prompting me to direct my attention to the thick brush and overgrowth finding some old codger slightly obscured there. This old wizened brother wore a straw hat low upon his brow hiding the upper half of his face leaving on his nose and the grey nappy beard littering the rest of his drawn face. His torso was covered in some stained long sleeved collarless shirt that made me think it was actually long johns underneath with faded overalls and vintage galoshes on his feet. He was just standing there facing me partially hidden.

“Hello?”

No answer.

“HELLO?!!”

He didn’t say anything just slowly backing away until the foliage completed the magic trick of making him disappear.

“Uhm, okay then.” I stared after him for a few minutes getting progressively creeped out enough to walk further around the bend finding this long winding trail that I remembered from childhood. I lingered looking back in the direction of the Belle family trailer. My mind was fixated on Daisy Mae’s behavior since I’d had that first taste and the way every one around her walked on eggshells projecting what was decidedly a pervasive sense of fear and creeping anxiety. It should’ve been enough to make me run for the hills, but those thoughts went hand in hand with the sexual aspect of the woman.

I recalled her calling playfully to me from the window of the trailer home after witnessing me hooking up with Niecy. A bit of blackmail and the threat of being pummeled by Arnold got me inside where I was salaciously overwhelmed. I did my best to pound her out but found out just how out of my league Daisy Mae was as she flowed over me like a crashing wave, more of a living tsunami. She jokingly referred to her “talking pussy” but made a believer out of me.

“OH!…uhm, oh.” While I was ruminating a familiar El Camino rolled up to me slowly driving by uncomfortably close for my tastes as I got an unwanted look inside the vehicle. There was no doubt about the mouth frothing hillbilly behind the wheel or the literal hag beside him snuggled up watching me with jaundiced unhealthily salacious eyes.

Her gnarled calloused hand was wrapped around his exposed penis horrifically jerking it in my field of vision.

“Ah fuck me.” I mumbled at the sight as they continued past slow enough for me to catch up an look again if I was so inclined.

I wasn’t.

Instead I hopped the rancid smelling ditch stumbling a bit at the entrance of the trial looking ack finding the El Camino lingering enough to make me antsy. The best strategy was going forward along the trail because I didn’t want to hazard the opposite direction with a car on my ass and a vicious Rottweiler at my front. They didn’t follow thankfully leaving to traverse the winding trail with a switch I plucked from a nearby tree swatting at the air. Thoughts of Daisy Mae returned just as quickly antalya escort before my eyes, the visual of her big healthy country thick body in general and those massive hips of hers in general. This time I was just thinking of that tease a few moments ago.

“Huh?” The was some rustling of the foliage ahead and some muffled talking that worried me that some of the local good ole boys were lurking about.

I dipped off the trail into some thick underbrush half obscured by a hickory tree that was jutting out of the ground at an angle.

“I said I’d give you some money but you still looking all salty like; just wanna know you, is all ahm saying baby. You’re so darn precious and pretty, ain’t never seen someone like you before, even when I got myself over to Memphis.”

“That’s special, for you Billy Bob; unbuckle that big ass belt and pull your dick out.”

“Right here?”

“Yes; how else am I going to suck your dick?”

“Don’t you wanna go to a motel or something, I got a good hour or two fore I gotta be home and all?”

The guy unseen but heard audibly was some townie while the woman sounded like she was from my neck of the woods. I was intrigued and frustrated at the same time from my vantage point because this big burly white boy was blocking my view of the female in question. This became doubly problematic when his pants were dropped unwittingly mooning me. She had taken it upon herself to expose his member.

“You’re awful pretty; ain’t never seen no hair like that before.”

“Sure.” This unseen woman was audibly unbothered and dismissive to the max.

“Oh wow you’re gonna….” This guy was embarrassing himself as I gathered his partner was kneeling downward tugging his pants down revealing some thin shaky legs packed with cottage cheese. I reacted facially disgusted with the coupling knowing she was way out of his league without visual confirmation.

“OH!!…yeah, dammit girl you’re just uh…DOING IT!! Aw sheet, aw fuck baby. You kin just take it all down like that huh baby?”

“Yeah could you please shut the fuck up.”

“AW YEAH!! Dammit baby girl you make me finna cum something fierce…NOW!! That’s just crazy how you just swallow it up like one of them there… you know, python type snakes, huh?”

It was crazy but I could actually hear this woman sucking him off. His narration notwithstanding I could hear her not so much gagging but actually sort of slurping with this weird gurgling sound. It was sort of oily and wet sounding getting me heated from the taboo voyeuristic circumstances. I was behind some overgrowth and bushes but could easily be seen if someone else were to come along the trail. If I tried to leave I’d definitely be seen.

“SHEET!! This almost better than pussy!! I can’t believe it’s happening! You know… I kin see my pecker bulging in your throat missy girl! SHEET!! Aw shit!! Sucking my thang like that makes me wanna… GAWD!!” He climaxed as this woman’s hands appeared digging lavender painted nails into his buttocks actually scratching them up causing these welts to appear. She had this big burly fella whimpering and making these wheezing noises.

“Aw sheet aw shit!! YOU’RE STILL SUCKIN BABY?!! Oh man ahm gonna fall in love with you if you keep it up! DAMMIT!! FUCK!! You swallowed it all up and still sucking on me like a goddamn straw!! SHIT!! KEEP A GOING!!”

Whoever this girl was had this hick calling for his mamma in several languages on the verge of tears as I watched with an incriminating tent in my pants. Believe it or not, the slurping gurgling sounds got progressively louder intermingled with his whimpers and breathy southern tinged encouragements. It sounded as if she were sucking the life out of him. I focused on her hands realizing this was a sister with a medium brown skin tone.

“FAWK!! I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!”

It was less than a few moments after he’d already climaxed with no end in sight as she massaged and dragged her nails across his buttocks drawing a bit of blood from the welts. I noticed one of her fingers disturbingly inserted into the wrong hole as she went harder audibly soapy and wet.

“DAMN GIRL I MIGHTS HAVE TO MARRY UP WITH YOU!! COLORED GIRLS ARE THE FUCKING BEST!! Aw!! SHEET!!”

“Okay that’s enough; I’m so over this bullshit!! Let’s get it over with before she comes back here looking for us!”

“You mad?”

“Shut the fuck up and hold these without breaking them; I don’t feel like taking that bus over to Maplewood just to get some new glasses. As a matter of fact, don’t do nothing goober! Just shut up and fuck!! Cum as much as you like but just shut the fuck up!”

I watched as her arms appeared on either side of him planting some thick glasses atop his head. I found myself fighting the urge to move in order to see what she looked like. There was no way either one of them wouldn’t hear any sudden movement as this woman frustrated me more wrapping her arms around the tree digging her nails deep. She seemed to be holding on for dear life as her backwoods lover half turned in my direction. I immediately recognized this asshole as the same guy Niecy had been hooking up with when I ended up messing around with Daisy Mae. I could see him plainly but her face was hidden on the opposite side of the tree.

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Wendy’s Adventures Pt. 03

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This is the 3rd part of the Wendy series. I won’t repeat the background from the first story. I suggest the reader read that story first so you will know the background. The link is below. These stories are true. Every event described actually occurred.

Here is the link to her first story: https://www..com/s/wendys-adventures-pt-01

The second story is a prequel about some of her activities prior to our marriage. She had been so adventurous after we were married, I had forgotten about some of the stunts she pulled before we were married. Too bad as they are memorable, at least to me, and probably even more so to her voyeurs. So, I have now memorialized them.

Here is the link to her second story: https://www..com/s/wendys-adventures-pt-02

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My parents have a condo on the beach on the Gulf Coast of Florida, They spend the winters there, and Wendy and I use it during the summers when they aren’t there.

We had been together 4 1/2 years and married for almost 3 when we planned our vacation for our 3rd wedding anniversary.

For our anniversary, Wendy had a plan. It seems she always has a plan. She had wanted to go to a nude beach for the past several years. After doing some research, she found a nude beach in Miami. Her plan was to drive over to Ft. Lauderdale from the condo, stay in a hotel there and go to Miami (Haulover Beach) for day trips. She also had a few other things planned. One that she revealed to me was that she wanted to be naked and walking on the beach on her third wedding anniversary. She felt that would be kinky. As it turned out, that was the least kinky thing she did that day.

Wendy wanted to stay in the Hilton on the Strip, which faces the W hotel on the south side of the Hilton. When we checked in, she had me request a room on the south side of the hotel. She previously had told me the purpose of this, but I wasn’t sure she would go through with her plan. It was bolder than anything she had done in the past.

We had a nice room on the 6th floor facing the W. Also on our floor was the pool. We had a large patio/deck that had a walkway going by our patio to the pool. Our patio/deck faced every room on the north side of the W. That W is a big hotel. Our sliding glass doors were a window into the most intimate part of our lives, if we chose to open the curtains. Well, our curtains were never closed, either day or night. More about that later.

Haulover Beach is a state run nude beach in Miami. The nude part is probably 400 yards long, overlooked by Trump Towers just to the north side of the nude portion.

On our first trip there, Wendy was a bit nervous about skinning off her clothes in public. She had a beer to help her get over her inhibitions. Although she had been naked in public many times in the past, there weren’t that many people present, and they weren’t that close to her when she undressed.

We rented chairs and an umbrella, and Wendy, like a good trooper, got naked. After about 30 minutes she was brave enough to get off the chair and go in the water. A little later she was brave enough to walk the entire section of the nude portion of the beach without any clothes or inhibitions. It was nice to see her nicely shaped breasts jiggle as she walked the beach. I enjoyed showing her off.

One day as we were leaving the beach, Wendy was bent over her chair packing up. The guy next to us had turned his chair facing us to get more of the sun (and maybe to get a better look at Wendy while she was in her chair). He was about 4′ away from Wendy. I whispered to her, “Give him a good view.” So she bent way over, giving him a closeup view of her cute little pink asshole and a rear view of her labia. While she gave many views that day, that was probably the best one. It was certainly the closest view. She enjoyed parting her legs while seated on the chaise and letting passerbys see her goods.

On our anniversary she came up with the idea to spread her labia with the fingers on one hand and then removed her fingers. Her labia remained partially parted with her clitoral hood and her inner labia visible. She would have to repeat the spread every 10 minutes or so to keep her labia open. She did it so the guys could see her very pink interior. She liked the kinkiness of that. In fact she liked it so well, she continued to spread her womanhood for the rest of the days we were there.

There are open and communal showers at the entrance to the beach. We would shower at the two showers each day as we left the beach. Of course we would shower naked. Usually we would shower together, but Wendy had no problems showering with another man if only one shower was available when we got to the showers. She took particular pleasure in showering with another guy on her anniversary.

One day kahramanmaraş escort the two showers on the beach were full with a short line, so we walked naked down to some other showers at a restroom not far away. As we showered, I noticed more and more men were gathering around to watch Wendy shower. She put on a good show for them, lathering her breasts and massaging them, making her little nipples as hard as small pebbles. She would spread her cheeks to get her butt hole clean and her pussy lips to get it clean. She gave all the guys a good show. Wendy was the only girl there, and it registered on me that we were the only naked people at the showers.

For several weeks I wondered why Wendy had been such a naked attraction at a nude beach. I mean all the guys had to do was to walk 100 yards to the beach to see other naked women. Well, maybe not nearly as pretty and as well put together as Wendy, but still naked. I later learned that restroom was not part of the nude beach; It is part of the non nude portion of Haulover. So that’s why she was such an attraction! Good thing the park rangers didn’t come by or we would have been in trouble.

Each night we would go to dinner and Wendy used this a an exhibitionist opportunity. Her usual attire was a micro mini skirt with no panties, and a top with no bra. On the morning of our 3rd anniversary, we caught the water taxi down to a restaurant for brunch that had been recommended to us. There was a good opportunity for Wendy to show what was under her skirt as she got in the boat. We saw that at the front of the boat the seating was along the sides of the boat, with the passengers facing each other. On the left side, as we got on the taxi, there were 4 or 5 young guys seated on the bench seats. The bench seats across from them were empty.

Wendy grabbed my hand and led me to the middle of the bench seats opposite the guys. I immediately knew what she had in mind. As she sat down, she positioned her skirt so it just barely covered her pubic hair when looking at it from our perspective, that is looking down. From the front, the vantage point of the guys, her light brown pubic hair and labia were visible. Just to remove any doubt, Wendy slightly parted her legs so they could get a look at her womanhood. What a turn on for both of us, and especially the guys for whom she was showing off.

The taxi ride took about 30 minutes during which time the guys had an unobstructed view of my wife’s pussy. The longer the ride took, the more aroused she became and the more she parted her legs. I could hear her breathing quicken and knew she was getting more and more aroused. She was holding my hand. Her grip became tighter and more moist as the ride progressed. While she never fully spread her legs, they were sufficiently far apart by the time we reached our destination for those guys to know she was a full fledged female.

As we reached our destination, she reluctantly got up to leave. As she climbed the 3 or 4 steps to the exit, her bottom side was visible to the guys below. She turned, smiled at them and gave them a cute little wave. She told me she had seen bulges in each of their shorts. It pleased her that she had shown her pussy to those guys and had given them erections on her wedding anniversary. She really delighted in being naughty on this special day. As we wanted to spend most of the day at Haulover, we caught a regular taxi back to the hotel. It was less than a 10 minute trip by regular taxi rather than a 30 minute trip by the water taxi.

A restaurant we particularly enjoyed was on the Strip down the street from the W and the Hilton. It had a raised outside dining area that overlooked the sidewalk below. The first night we were there was what gave Wendy the idea we would use the next time we went.

The first night she had on her usual miniskirt and a top that unzipped partially down the front. She had unzipped it a bit too far, and her breasts and nipples were exposed each time she leaned over a bit. We had a male waiter who got some good views of her bare breasts. And she kept her legs parted so whoever was in the right angle could see her womanhood. We didn’t notice anybody taking a good look between her legs. She was disappointed in this.

But the best plan was the second time we went to the restaurant. This was for our anniversary dinner. Wendy said she wanted to get there a little early so we could get a table directly next to the sidewalk.

When we got to the restaurant, there were two tables that would suit our purpose. She took a chair next to the sidewalk at an angle facing the oncoming pedestrian traffic on the right side of the sidewalk and about 4 or 5 feet above it. She had it all planned out, including the best angle for her voyeurs to view kastamonu escort her.

Her chair and the business part of her would be right at eye level, or maybe just a little above. Perfect for what she had planned. Prior to leaving the hotel she had a glass of wine to bolster her courage. She got another glass upon being seated. We had a waitress this time, but Wendy thought what the hell and let her see her breasts, as if she were a guy. Not sure what the waitress thought, but she did look. The busboy was male, and he enjoyed the view.

Although she is an exhibitionist, she is still a bit shy about showing off in new situations. This was a new situation. The wine would smooth the transition from being a regular diner to being a diner with her femininity exposed to passersby.

I couldn’t see her pussy, but I could see her legs. When first seated her legs were together. As she relaxed with the wine, they began to part. By the time the meal arrived her legs were parted as much as they would be. She wanted to part them so her pussy was easily seen, but not so far as to appear purposeful She wanted it to appear accidental. That was her thing, to make it appear accidental. Sometimes she was successful, sometimes not.

When a guy would see her labia, and then look up at her face, Wendy would smile at him. He would then know that was no accident. We were at the restaurant for probably an hour during the daylight hours with her personal girl bits on view to whoever walked by, Don’t know how many guys got to see it, but she estimated maybe 15 or 20. She lost count after she saw 7 of them look at it. I saw her smile at 4 or 5 of them. The whole thing was a turn on for us.

But the best part was the hotel business at night. Wendy told me she wanted to do something special for our 3rd anniversary. I just didn’t know how special. Before we left for dinner, I noticed her paying special attention to the living room area of our large suite apartment. I asked her what she was doing. She responded, “Making plans.”

“OK, plans about what, Wendy?”

“If we had sex on the floor in front of the sliding glass doors, the entire north side of the W could watch us.”

Now that was an ambitious plan.

She had already sat on the deck drying and combing her hair in the afternoons while naked. 100% of the north side of the W could see her out there just nonchalantly combing her hair. It was a turn on for her. But this plan was several steps above that. And I would be involved. I asked her if she was up for it, and she responded, “Let’s do it!” I started to feel tingly inside and my knees were a bit weak. I’m not an exhibitionist and only participate because she needs a partner on some of her escapades. I have, however, learned to enjoy fucking her with an audience, as long as they aren’t too close to us.

I have moved beyond merely being an enabler; I am a participant, reluctant at times but still a participant. Also, at times I am a co conspirator.

We would need a blanket to place on the floor so we wouldn’t get rug burns. She excitedly began to look for a blanket. Wouldn’t you know it, there was no blanket in the room. I didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. Wendy was most disappointed. I felt bad for her.

Wendy got quiet and again was surveying our domain. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was thinking. I asked her what she was thinking about, and she said, “An alternate plan.” She explained her alternate plan to me at dinner, and it was a good one. We would lose some of our audience, but we wouldn’t get rug burns.

After our dinner we walked back to the hotel. Wendy was slightly tipsy from the wine, and intentionally so. What she had planned was her biggest escapade yet. We walked, held hands, and I congratulated her on being so daring at dinner. I mean I never thought she would do something like that. We were holding hands and occasionally she would put her arm around me and hold me like that for awhile.

When we got back to the hotel, she had another glass of wine and began analyzing the situation after she took her miniskirt and top off. It was dark outside, the lights in the room were on and the curtain on the sliding glass doors was open as wide as it would go, having not been closed since we got there.

She said that good lighting would be essential so our voyeurs would get a good show. I could tell she was serious about this. There was a table and lamp next to the wall the doors opened from. She moved this lamp over to the opposite wall where it was placed behind the sliding glass door curtains that were bunched up next to the doors on the non opening end of the doors. She explained that would remove any glare from the lamp on the glass doors, and the light kayseri escort wouldn’t be between us and our audience. As she was doing this she was walking around naked drinking her wine. She then positioned a fairly large chair so that the maximum number of rooms from the W would be able to see what was going on in the chair. I was beginning to see the entirety of her plan.

She said the longer she walked around naked in the room, the larger the audience we would draw. To be so young (I think about 27 on this trip), she certainly knew what she wanted.

There was a sofa against the interior wall, one end of which faced the sliding doors. The sofa itself faced the center of the room where the chair now was. She asked me to help her pull the sofa out from the wall some so she would be visible to more rooms once we started. She then said the chair out in the center of the room was too obvious, so she moved it back toward the wall a little bit. Behind that chair was a wall that separated our bedroom from the living room; it was a big suite.

After being suitably fortified with her wine, she was ready to get started. She sat down on the couch, motioned me over and started kissing me while I felt her breasts. She had been in a state of arousal for much of the day because of the water taxi ride, the beach and the dinner. She estimated that maybe 20 to 30 men had seen her private parts today. This didn’t include the nude beach where she walked naked on the beach as planned. This activity kept her going all day and into the evening. Now she was going to take advantage of that sexual arousal.

After a few minutes of aroused kissing, she lay back against the arm rest of the sofa, put her left foot on the floor and the other spread as far as she could get it. Her right knee was bent and her leg was pulled back. She may have had it on the back of the couch. Wherever it was, she was fully spread and totally exposed. She was facing the sliding glass door.

I looked at her vulva and could see she was aroused and leaking. Because she is so light skinned, her pussy on the inside is very pink, as is her asshole. When she becomes aroused the interior of her pussy turns a bright red. It was red. She had been anticipating this since before dinner.

She wanted me to masturbate her for our audience, so I started gently rubbing her clitoris, occasionally going in her vagina and rubbing her G spot. She said, “The longer we do this, the larger the audience we will have for our performance.” I told her our performance had already started. She then wanted me to take off my clothes. I did so, and my cock was at full attention. She then started sucking me to make sure I was interested. I was.

When she was ready, she led me to the chair and had me sit down. She then started giving me a lap dance rubbing her pussy around on my shaft with her back to the sliding glass doors. When she could stand it no longer, she impaled herself on me with a gasp. About 70% of the rooms on the north side of the W looked straight into our room, and she was riding me at night with the curtains open and the lights on.

She was totally getting into it, and asked me to spread her butt cheeks. She wanted to give our audience a good look at her pussy getting hammered and her cute little asshole. So I obliged her. She said, “Spread it wider!” I took my fingers and spread her asshole so wide it was bound to be uncomfortable. She wanted the voyeurs to be able to see up inside of her. She knew that some men were more attracted to women’s assholes than their pussies, and she didn’t want to leave anything to the imagination.

As she was humping me, I could see some people had come out on the balconies at the W and were watching. I told Wendy this, and she moaned. I saw one guy come out, take a look at what was going on, go back in the room and return with his wife. They watched awhile then went back inside and turned the lights off. Not brave at all. I mean anyone can have sex with the curtains closed and the lights off.

As Wendy is building toward orgasm, I can feel it in her asshole. It has small spasms that portend several large spasms as she cums. I was rubbing it for her when I felt it open a little and start the small spasms. I stuck my finger in it and began finger fucking her asshole, as she likes this. Then I realized our audience wouldn’t be able to see her “wink” with my finger stuck up there, so i pulled it out and let them watch as she winked at them. Boy, did she! I think she had 7 or 8 large spasms, with resulting winks for our audience.

Wendy collapsed on me. She was spent. I needed to cum, but doing it there in front of all of those people was distracting for me. Plus I was worried about offending someone. So I stood Wendy up, who was weak in her legs, and took to the bedroom. There I fucked her in missionary until I got off. After the sexual tension mounting during the day, we both were happy to finish each other off. I got up and turned off the lights we had left on in the living room. Wendy and I lovingly held each other as we went to sleep on the 3rd anniversary of our marriage.

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Peter stood from the stool in front of the computer and went to the window. He slightly smiled. Rain was still falling, though not so heavily as in the morning. Across the mountains on the paramount, sun was setting somewhere, tracing the sky with some orange light.

After a winter of snow, rain and cloudy sky, spring was about to come. Not that rain was not falling any more; but days were ostensibly growing longer and in the air you could smell the jasmine flourishing, an unmistakable sign that spring was coming.

Peter had never been influenced by the weather. He liked rain. As an asthmatic, he needed rain to clear the atmosphere from all those particles which make him breath badly. But what is spring if you don’t have anyone to share it.

From the outside, everyone would have thought Peter was leading an accomplished life. The company he had a relevant share in was on the rise, despite the economic crisis still hampering the whole nation; he owned two houses, one in town and the other on a ski resort; he had a beautiful wife; but most of all, it was the style he owned, a special intensity looming over him while he walked. He could have been a perfect model for those magazines, whose covers always sport some well-tanned faces who have reached the peak of their careers at an outrageously young age.

But Peter knew that reality is much different from what other people see. Though revenues were still high, projections were not so good for his company. Nothing serious, but something that should need a swift, proper and immediate overhaul, something his partners were not keen on. He didn’t bother about his properties, mostly because at the end he could not enjoy any of them. And his wife, well, if you had to write the balance sheet of their relationship, maybe he could assess it with a chance to break even, not more.

Nonetheless, he was smiling. He had just read a mail from Clare, a friend and former school-mate who was living abroad. She confirmed that she would meet him next week, when Peter was to fly abroad for a business meeting to the town where she had been living.

He had not seen her for years.

After they went to the same school without even noticing it, they casually met up at the university they both attended in another town. Since they had grown up in a not so little country village, both of them had found themselves in awe of the big town. The fact that someone each of them knew (and didn’t dislike) pulled them together – though it never evolved in anything more than friendship. But when you spend four years together, mostly the years a brand new world opens in front of your eyes, you’ll never forget who was by your side in those moments.

Not that she wasn’t pretty (she was, especially at that time it was Peter who looked nerdy in some fashion); but simply the spark never lit up.

Well, they had been a few times on the verge of it; but at the end they exchanged only a single passionate kiss. It was right before the start of their last year at the university; they spent the day on the beach with other friends (the ones you part company when the motive that brought you together fades away) and at noon they sat in the shade under the same umbrella. Peter couldn’t still realise what happened then. They were chatting, they were joking and at a certain moment he stopped. He looked into her eyes and froze. She stopped laughing. They both turned their eyes away for a while, before getting back to chatting to nonsense. Then he decided to take a walk to buy some refreshments; after a while she followed him. When they reached the bar a hundred yards away and no friend was in sight, she pulled his arm and put her lips on his lips. She later said she was afraid she would have been rejected. But Peter didn’t reject her.

The very next day she left for a trip across Europe with some university friends, and when she came back they both acted like nothing had happened. Well, during the summer Peter acted like he was engaged (in Greece a gorgeous French girl offered herself to him, he couldn’t recall where he drew the strength not to fall’when she put her hands on his thigh), but he never told Clare.

So they were very cautious in not being alone for too long – and their friendship stood.

Their lives took different turns (they both married, though Clare had already divorced three balıkesir escort years before; she went to teach abroad, while he moved to the big town where they attended university); but they managed to meet a few times each year. Most of all, the coming of internet allowed them to get in touch as frequently as they did during the university years. And it seemed to Peter that he had been talking to Clare more than he did with his wife.

So he was smiling. He just peeked once again at the picture she had sent him, her slender figure and her nice derrière, the chestnut hair and that kind of smile he had always loved. She had always thought she had bad teeth, so she showed her teeth very seldom. The fact that she was actually smiling was a thing Peter was one of the very few to know (it happens when the right side of her lips turns upwards).

After they went to the same school without even noticing it, they casually met up at the university they both attended in another town. Since they had grown up in a not so little country village, both of them had found themselves in awe of the big town. The fact that someone each of them knew (and didn’t dislike) pulled them together – though it never evolved in anything more than friendship. But when you spend four years together, mostly the years a brand new world opens in front of your eyes, you’ll never forget who was by your side in those moments.

Not that she wasn’t pretty (she was, especially at that time it was Peter who looked nerdy in some fashion); but simply the spark never lit up.

Well, they had been a few times on the verge of it; but at the end they exchanged only a single passionate kiss. It was right before the start of their last year at the university; they spent the day on the beach with other friends (the ones you part company when the motive that brought you together fades away) and at noon they sat in the shade under the same umbrella. Peter couldn’t still realise what happened then. They were chatting, they were joking and at a certain moment he stopped. He looked into her eyes and froze. She stopped laughing. They both turned their eyes away for a while, before getting back to chatting to nonsense. Then he decided to take a walk to buy some refreshments; after a while she followed him. When they reached the bar a hundred yards away and no friend was in sight, she pulled his arm and put her lips on his lips. She later said she was afraid she would have been rejected. But Peter didn’t reject her.

The very next day she left for a trip across Europe with some university friends, and when she came back they both acted like nothing had happened. Well, during the summer Peter acted like he was engaged (in Greece a gorgeous French girl offered herself to him, he couldn’t recall where he drew the strength not to fall when she put her hands on his thigh), but he never told Clare.

So they were very cautious in not being alone for too long – and their friendship stood.

Their lives took different turns (they both married, though Clare had already divorced three years before; she went to teach abroad, while he moved to the big town where they attended university); but they managed to meet a few times each year. Most of all, the coming of internet allowed them to get in touch as frequently as they did during the university years. And it seemed to Peter that he had been talking to Clare than he did with his wife.

So he was smiling. He just peeked once again at the picture she had sent him, her slender figure and her nice derrière, the chestnut hair and that kind of smile he had always loved. She had always thought she had bad teeth, so she showed her teeth very seldom. The fact that she was actually smiling was a thing Peter was one of the very few to know (it happens when the right side of her lips turns upwards).

He hadn’t seen her for two years; in a week he would have met her.

*****

Peter looked around in the airport lobby. When you were born in the Sixties, you were brought up to believe that airports are places full of charm. Trains and ships were the main means of transport way back then, while only rich people travelled by plane. Now it depends on which airport you are – the one Peter was waiting for Clare is hub for one of the high-flying low-cost companies, so you can see mostly cheaply bartın escort clothed people with lots of uneven pairs of memories in their 22-for-16-for-8 trolley bags. He recalled the first times he went into an airport lobby, how sexy most of the girls liked, with their big town accents. Now he could hardly find two women looking pretty, but the way one of them gestured, and the language the other spoke, made them look trivial.

Clare hadn’t arrived yet. She had texted she was late, so he didn’t worry. She has always been late since he knew her. But he knew she would arrive. And then Clare finally popped up. Dressed in blue, trousers and jacket with cotton white shirt, her eyes brilliant as he remembered. And her smile – she looked very happy.

“Hi Peter!”

They swapped kisses on their cheeks.

Watching from close range, some wrinkles had emerged under her eyes. Peter was lucky to look younger every day passed by.

“So welcome to Paris – well, sort of. Are you ready to make a big deal?”

“J’espère. Hopefully I won’t have to rely on my French too much.”

They swiftly made it to her car and then they left for Paris.

They chatted for the hour-plus ride to his hotel. He realised how relaxed he was in her company. He didn’t like to travel, but he felt completely at ease there, with her. He was better to focus to the meeting that lied ahead the day after, but he was sipping the excitement of travelling with a long time friend, who was a gorgeous woman as well.

His nostrils took all her fragrances he could take, while his ears got familiar again with her voice. He noticed he was speaking faster, a sign he was excited. So he realised that the morning meeting would only be a necessary stop before next evening’s dinner with Clare.

*****

Peter was amazed at how at ease Clare was in that town. She acted as she was born there, though she was actually born in another country. And it wasn’t how she was dressed, she looked just like one of his compatriot forty-something women, maybe one who doesn’t waste too much time and money on brands, but surely dresses attractively and effectively.

He had a clue on what he ordered at the restaurant, but he could barely understand what the waiter and Clare traded; learning languages was not his forte, and there he could lean on Clare.

But as soon as the waiter left, she spoke in her native language like she wasn’t ever been abroad for more than two weeks. Typically Clare: she could be away from his life for years, but when she came back, it was like she had never left.

Dinner was light though tasty, brilliantly marked by a single glass of wine. Then they went walking along the river; a light rain was falling, and she had a small umbrella in her bag. She looked so simple, but she was always ready for everything.

They walked clumsily close, trying to get shielded by the little umbrella; so they both got drenched. He loved being so close to her, feeling her breath and smelling her perfume. They were so close. A traffic light showed red. They stopped. With no one in sight, Clare turned and stamped her lips on Peter’s.

Green light. She walked on, leaving him one step back.

He wanted that moment to last longer, though the rain kept falling, slightly heavier. They walked without talking. Until she stopped.

“Here we are. That’s where I live”.

A five-storey early XX century building, with a blue iron gate. She walked two steps, while Peter stood on the pavement.

“Hey, get in, you can’t go back to the hotel without having a cognac, you are completely drenched.”

He hadn’t even started to worry about the moment she would have kissed goodbye, and now he was riding on the lift with her, just seconds away from entering her flat. He could hear her voice, but not what she was saying.

“Hey Peter, is everything alright with you?”

Sure, sure. I was thinking about how all these buildings are inside, and now I have the chance to see one of them!”

He followed her inside her flat. She turned the light on in the hallway, where she left her coat, then she sneaked into another room, leaving him alone for a while. After he took his coat off, he could see the living room through the public lights, a couple of plants and a sofa smeared in the contrast of light and shadow.

She batman escort got back without her shoes and with a wool sweater on.

“This way”.

She led him in the living room. They sat on the sofa, each on a different corner, with a sitting place between them. He heatedly took part in the conversation, but he didn’t care what was about. The most important thing was being there with her, both with a glass of cognac in their hands.

The warmth of the cognac gave him life. She moved towards an ash-trayer and he reached for her; she turned her head and he softly kissed her. Now it was her time to be frozen.

Not for too long.

“Peter, both of us knows this would be wonderful. But simply too wonderful. It would create troubles in each of our lives.”

“We know how to deal with it. Why do you want to negate yourself something you desperately want?”

“This is not a fair way to put it down, Peter. And you know it.”

He knew that when she used “you know it” it was the end of the story. So he walked back.

“Not that I don’t desire you. You haven’t the slightest idea, Peter. But how could I live without it after you have left?”

“So why did you kiss me?”

“So why are you so stupid to pose such stupid questions? Don’t you know that sometime you do things without thinking about consequences?”

Once again, she was right.

“Clare, forgive me.” He sighed.

“Hey, nothing to be forgiven. I have appreciated it.” She leaned over and kissed him, her tongue sneaking slightly inside his lips.

He looked puzzled.

“Now, do you trust me, Peter?”

“Of course I do.”

“I mean, do you trust me up to the point of letting me do a thing for you, while you promise you won’t be doing anything I don’t want you to?”

“Hey, that’s complicated but… what the hell, yeah, I trust you, I will let you have your way.”

“Good. But remember, if you do something I don’t want, maybe you won’t be seeing me again any more.”

Peter felt uncomfortable.

“Sorry, Pete. Don’t be scared, nothing to be scared of” and she posed a hand on his left knee. He gazed into her eyes and felt better. Her hand moved from the knee to the thigh… and there it halted. Peter’s mouth stood half open, while he felt a warmth in her tummy.

“So, Pete, come sit here” and she indicated a simple chair a few yards away in front of the sofa.

After Peter sat, he walked away. He didn’t turn, he could hear the metallic sound in another room, before her steps getting back to the living room.

She stood behind him; she whispered to his left ear “Don’t be afraid, you won’t get hurt” then she stepped in front of him and smiled. He smiled back and she turned behind him again.

“Won’t you put your hands down behind you for a while, Pete?”

“Of course, Clare.”

As soon as he put his hands down, she swiftly grabbed them and immediately locked in with a handcuff.

“Hey, what the hell?”

“Be quiet, honey. You trust me, don’t you?”

“Yes, but… where do those things come from?”

“Haven’t you ever been to Amsterdam?”

She was now sitting on the sofa. She unzipped her gown… it fell to the ground.

Now Peter saw Clare standing with her silk white blouse, black panties and black stockings. And now she was undoing her blouse. Now he could see her bra.

He swallowed. The warmth in his tummy grew.

She sat. She spread her legs. He looked into her eyes and could see a different light. Her fingers were running slowly on the fabric of her panties.

“Do you want to see my pussy?”

“Yes, please”

She removed her panties. His eyes were fixed on what lies between her legs. She licked a finger; then she gently stroked around her labia. Her pussy was already wet; after seconds her finger got inside, making her moan.

“Do you like it?”

He didn’t answer.

“I assume you do”.

She slowly fingered herself for a while, then she stopped. She stood up and neared Peter. She stood the finger in front of his mouth; he bowed and his tongue reached out for it. She walked behind him and soon came back to the sofa.

From beneath the pillow she grabbed a dildo. She took it to her mouth and her tongue licked the tip, while her lips circled the top of it. Then she spread and put the dildo inside her.

Her eyes kept fixing his eyes. She could see his desire; he could see her lust.

She rode until she came – and he had no doubt over it. She made him lick her dildo, before sharing a deep, sweet kiss.

She quietly regrouped and dressed back. It was time to liberate him.

“Now I will call a taxi for you, Peter”

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