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Finding Picasso Ch. 09:

A talented tongue gets it done

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AUTHOR’S NOTE: This is the concluding chapter of “Finding Picasso.”

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On our last night

Violet is waiting

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Perhaps because during the Cold War, no one lived in more immediate danger than West Berliners, my aunt Bea had a special love for the city and its residents.

Her first visit was in the mid-1960s. Just 20 years earlier, Hitler’s Berlin had been the center of the most toxic political philosophy the world has ever known. Somehow, in two post-war decades, while still in the crosshairs of Cold War tensions, West Berlin reinvented itself as a center of global avant garde art and culture.

I wanted to renew acquaintances with a pair of Bea’s favorite art dealers as well as attend a large showing of student art work at the Konferenzzentrum Berlin. Lysa added an arousing new prospect on the eve of our arrival.

Emma had sent a text inviting us to stay at her flat while her roommates were on holiday.

Emma’s place was stunning. Located on the 40th floor of an ultra-modern skyscraper, there were views of the river Spree, the Brandenburg Gate, Potsdamer Plaza and even the green hills of Saxony-Anhalt on the horizon.

But the view that intrigued me most was Emma herself.

During our revelry a few nights earlier, I’d made love with Emma. We were surprisingly compatible lovers with an intuitive sense of how to please each other. The thing that left me feeling unfulfilled was nothing to do with the sex, which was beautiful, but that in the chaos of that night, I never got to see Emma in the nude.

I never had the opportunity to study her breasts, the texture of her skin, the turn of her stomach, or the pale V between her thighs.

I knew Emma was beautiful, but only in a general, I’ll-defined sense. I needed to fill in the visual blanks and memorize the intimate details of her body before I could feel completely fulfilled. Strange and bizarre? For sure!

My own perverse fetish? Absolutely!

Perhaps it was somehow connected to my obsessive-compulsive relationship to art. I’m sure Lysa had seen an academic study on the topic, but for the moment it was a secret I’d rather keep to myself. Besides, I was damn lucky Lysa was willing to share me with Emma in the first place.

“She’s infatuated with you,” Lysa says apropos nothing, except her ability to read my mind.

“That won’t last, once she gets to know me better,” I reply. “Does her infatuation bother you?”

“Not as long it’s me riding alongside you when we depart for Prague,” Lysa tells me. Like poor Paul Junior, Lysa sometimes seemed constitutionally unable to tell a lie, or even to put a socially acceptable spin on her feelings.

“I doubt Emma could survive an afternoon on a touring bike,” I tell her.

“Exactly what I’m counting on,” Lysa answers with a mischievous grin. “By the way, it’s probably a good time to ask as any. Who is the girl in Prague?”

“My, God, Lysa!” I exclaimed, caught completely by surprise. “How on earth did you know?”

“Call it intuition. What’s her name?”

“Violet,” I answer, showing Lysa some photos from Paris. I recount how we met on the flight from JFK to Charles de Gaulle, as well as our video rendezvous with Runa and Raven, which requires another explanation of its own. Fortunately, there was no reason to mention Zoe, the bewitching photojournalist I’d fucked on the trail from CDG to central Paris.

“Violet, Runa, Raven, Lilli, Lysa, Emma,” she went down the list, her voice amazingly judgement free. “You really have been busy, Lover Boy!”

“I’m not usually so promiscuous,” I retort. “Besides, I don’t think Lilli really counts.”

“You got her off, didn’t you?”

“I suppose, technically, yes.”

“Then Lilli counts. Anyway, when it rains, it pours,” she laughs. “I’m not sure that Emma is prepared for so much competition.”

Just then, the door swings open and Emma rushes into her apartment, wearing denim cutoffs, a spaghetti strap top, and carrying two shopping bags that contain one head of lettuce and four bottles of wine.

She hugs Lysa, and gives me a long, deep tongue kiss. Then turns her attention to the fully loaded bikes parked in her living room.

“The doorman didn’t give you any trouble about the bikes?” Emma inquires in German while Lysa translates for me.

“He asked us to use the service elevator, but he was very polite about it,” Lysa answers in English for my benefit, then in German for Emma.

“It didn’t hurt that we spent about 30 minutes washing the road dirt off before we entered the building,” I added and Lysa quietly translated.

There was a subtle “pop” as Emma opened an expensive looking bottle of Riesling and poured three glasses. “Anna’s room is over there, if you want to unpack. And my room is here,” Emma said, guiding us to a wonderland of izmit escort pink fabrics and window treatments.

“This is kind of embarrassing,” Emma continues, pointing to a roomy Queen-size bed as Lysa provided a running translation for my benefit. “Would you like to sleep in here with me?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” I joke, nodding in enthusiastic agreement.

“I go wherever he does,” Lysa adds in deadpan English and German.

“Great,” Emma answers, obviously relieved to get a delicate issue settled right away. “Let’s get drunk.”

Which is exactly what we do.

***

Emma and Lysa prepare an amazing schnitzel feast while I catch up on e-mail. At dinner we bring Emma up to date on our successful negotiation at the Vogel Schule. After clearing desert, I fetch the mailing tube and handed it to Emma.

“This is a token of my thanks for recognizing Paul Junior’s talent and making it possible for us to meet his teacher and parents,” I say, passing the tube to Emma. The painting she carefully unrolls is of a little girl in a pink dress smilingly shyly at the artist. Surrounding her are the artifacts of a little girl’s room — dolls, a rocking horse, a wardrobe full of frilly dresses — all rendered in differing shades of pink.

“Oh, My, God! How on earth did you know, Jason?” Lysa translates.

“Lucky guess assisted by the color of your blouse, nail polish, earrings, and thong,” I explain.

“Don’t give him too much credit for being psychic,” Lysa adds, after translating my comment.

Emma gives me another hug and tongue kiss, then turns to Lysa who, I couldn’t help but notice, returns Emma’s kiss very enthusiastically.

An hour later, we stand side-by-side, sipping the last of the Riesling and watching a jeweled blanket of glowing lights stretch to the horizon.

“Is there anything else around here that I need to show you?” Emma asks politely, and Lysa translates, as we finally turned away from the remarkable view.

“As a matter of fact,” I say, taking Emma by the hand and leading her to the door of her bedroom. “There is one thing.”

I undress Emma slowly and methodically while Lysa, eyes glowing with sexual excitement, watches from a little window bench in the background.

Emma’s cutoffs fall to the floor, followed by a silky thong and I drink in her beauty when her entire body shivered and spasmed. At first I think it’s sexual excitement, but then I see her stomach contract and hear a tiny sob, followed by a much deeper, soul-wrenching sob of despair.

With no German words to console Emma, or even ask what was wrong, I feel helpless. Without Lysa, I would have been.

Somewhere Lysa finds a fuzzy pink blanket, wraps it around Emma’s heaving shoulders, whispers something in Emma’s ear, and maneuvers her gently to the bed. I retreat to a chair where I join a stuffed pink bear in useless silence.

Lysa strokes Emma’s hair and continues to murmur. Between sobs, Emma responds by shaking her head “yes” or “no,” but it is a long time before she can speak. When Emma’s tears finally subside, Lysa takes me by the hand, and guides me to the living room couch where the last bottle of Riesling waits on the coffee table.

“Get comfortable,” she says. “This is going to take a while. And, Jason, I’m so sorry for getting you into this mess.”

Was it a “mess?” Lysa knew vastly more about it than I. The wine went down smoothly, my second bottle of the evening. When Lysa wakes me later, she is nude, she strips off my clothes and leads me back into Emma’s bed. But it wasn’t until we set out for Prague that I learned the full story of what had happened that night.

Sometime before dawn, Moonbeams poured through Emma’s window like wildflower honey, illuminating the sleeping figures curled by my side.

Watching Emma and Lysa sleeping naked, nestled against my shoulders, releases a rush of raw ego gratification. So this is how the sultans, kings and tribal chieftains felt. This was their righteous reward. The natural order of things. Every Alpha male had the divine right to possess at least two beautiful concubines during their prime breeding years. Even the Mormons understood. How did bourgeoise Western culture get it so wrong?

But hardly without its high drama, was it? I saw somewhere that even Carl Jung, a venerated early psychiatrist, struggled to maintain equilibrium with the menage a trios he imposed on his household. I could not even begin to comprehend the psychological resources I would need to keep two beautiful, headstrong and clever women satisfied over the long term.

Emma made a little murmur in her sleep and snuggled deeper into the cavity between my arm and shoulder. So beautiful and vulnerable. Moonlight glowed on her naked hips and breasts.

At least my fetish had been fulfilled.

Just then a cloud passed in front of the moon, the room went momentarily dark, and Lysa instinctively clutched my arm. The old expression “sewing wild oats,” along with all its cultural baggage, sprang gebze escort to mind. ‘Wild oats’ were becoming a way of life for me. But Emma and Lysa were relative babies, bright college students with a lifetime of joys and regrets ahead. I hoped that a decade from now, tonight’s trauma, whatever its source, wouldn’t wind in Emma’s regret column.

With that thought, the moon reappeared, Emma’s bedroom glowed in all its pink magnificence, and I returned to a troubled sleep.

Lysa and I moved into the roommate’s bed and spent three more uneventful days and nights in Berlin. Emma and I became close, or a close as you could expect with Lysa translating for us. The “morning after” Emma cleared the air by apologizing and explaining she simply had gotten involved in something more complex than she could handle.

We joined Mia and Sophia, the other girls from the “The Hole,” at a trendy cafe in the Prenzlauer Berg not far from the Mauerpark flea market. I couldn’t help but notice the double takes our table got from guys of all ages passing on the sidewalk. Most went from open appreciation of the four young beauties — two blonds, a brunette and red head — to expressions of jealousy if they caught sight of me in the shadows.

If it hadn’t been for the quick decision to invite Lysa to join me the night we met back in her Frankfurt apartment, I would be one of those lonely guys, leering at women with whom I couldn’t even communicate.

Something told me that even though they spoke fluent German, most of the guys making eyes Lysa, Emma, Sophia and Mia, lacked the empathy and understanding to make intelligent conversation with these complicated women.

Hell, without Lysa as my go between, I probably didn’t either.

***

The art search in Berlin was, frankly, a bust. The first of Bea’s favorite dealers suffered from dementia and had moved into a nursing home.

The second had retired, but Lysa helped me track him down to a shabby little apartment in Kruezberg, a vibrant central Berlin neighborhood also known as little Istanbul.

We spent an afternoon reliving his memories of my aunt. Like Gustave in Frankfurt, Aydin had traveled with Bea to pay homage to some of the greatest living artists of the era, including the notoriously reclusive Magritte. Lysa and I listened spellbound, until it was clear Aydin’s energy, and memory, was flagging.

As we left the apartment, Lysa remarked the she hoped the gallery business was kinder to me financially.

“Bea said not to be fooled, that Aydin also owned a magnificent coastal villa outside a Istanbul,” I explain. The shabby Berlin apartment was mainly for the benefit of tight-fisted German and Dutch collectors who needed to be reassured they weren’t being fleeced by some nefarious schemer.”

“But isn’t that the very definition of a dealer?” she asks innocently. I resist the urge to reply with a swift punch to the shoulder.

The Konferenzzentrum exhibition is overwhelming in size. I take a lot of photos and make copious notes about the few young painters whose work showed the kind of rare creative vision I was seeking. For some reason, Paul Junior’s work is not included in the exhibit, but to me it would have stood out from the rest like a beacon.

The group shows of emerging artists at Berlin’s commercial galleries are no more successful. If not for Emma’s keen appreciation of artistic originality and her chance observation of the Vogel Schule, the entire trip to Germany would have been a bust. At least as far as my business aspirations were concerned.

Being with Lysa, however, I was beginning to realize was a once-in-a-lifetime experience.

Looking ahead to Prague, it crossed my mind how little I really knew about Violet. But gut instinct told me Lysa and Violet were peas in a pod and if ever there were three people who could sustain “troupledom” for a few blissful days, we were it.

Also, as something of the new crossroads of world youth culture, Prague held out a kind of promise that I found lacking in Germany’s formalized and established art scene.

Back in Paris, the delightful distraction of the Nordic “Twins,” Runa and Raven, had prevented me from even scratching the surface of the world’s traditional center of emerging artists. With Lysa along to keep me focused, I wondered if I shouldn’t revisit Paris, perhaps by taking an overnight train from Prague to Prague.

As aunt Bea would say, “we’ll know in the fullness of time.”

***

On our last night at Emma’s place, we eat too much, drink too much, and to my surprise, Emma and Lysa flirt shamelessly. Emma wears cutoffs, and what is clearly a thong underneath, along with a sleeveless pink cotton spaghetti strap top that does little to conceal her bra-less breasts and nipples.

Halfway through a feast of garlic bread, beef lasagna, and red Tuscan wine, Emma’s eyes lock onto Lysa and never waver. As the girls banter in German, Emma’s nipples became swollen, and eventually, fully engorged. As they darıca escort press against the tight cotton fabric, I can make out the indented milk ducts at the tip of each taut nipple and even the delicate ridges on each areola. In the soft candlelight, her strawberry blond curls frame her beautiful blue eyes and lips with a golden halo.

Lysa’s much smaller breasts strain against her blue polo shirt, nipples hard and visible against the thin Pima cotton. Her eyes glow under heavy lids and the tip of her tongue flicks nervously across full, sensual lips. Lysa’s look of sexual arousal brings back the memory of our first night in Frankfurt, when she had fingered herself while watching me as I made out on the living room couch with her big sister.

The tone of their voices gradually diminishes first to quiet whispers, and then to stillness as they search each other’s eyes. Lysa leans in and Emma reciprocates, tipping her head back and closing her eyes as the girls gently brush lips.

At first, the kiss is awkward and tentative. But soon, Lysa’s arms encircle Emma, and their kisses turn urgent with tongues intertwined and the sounds of heavy breathing. As the embrace deepens, I lose sight of the girls faces in the shadows. But Emma’s pale finger tips gliding across Lysa’s shirt and carefully encircling each swollen nipple are as impossible to miss as Lysa’s deep guttural moan.

A moment later, Emma stands up, takes Lysa’s hand, and guides her toward Emma’s pink bedroom.

“Maybe I’ll just clean up,” I tell Lysa.

“I’ll come and get you if we need anything,” she replies with a naughty smile.

I try to ignore the satisfied groans coming from Emma’s room as I wash the dishes and open the last bottle of Chianti. It’s almost empty when Lysa emerges, takes me by the hand and drags me into Emma’s room.

Moonlight pours through the floor-to-ceiling window, giving Emma’s naked body a silvery, other-worldly glow. She is lying on her side, watching me through half-closed eyes, her right hand pressed tight between her thighs.

“Emma’s never seen a guy make himself cum,” Lysa explains softly. “Would you do it for her?”

“Of course,” I reply, dropping my pants and briefs in a single move. “But let’s show her something else first.”

My cock had been erect for at least the last hour, and as it springs out of confinement, it bobs up and down comically. The girls giggle and I grab Lysa around the waist and guide her into the stream of silver moonbeams. I press myself against the window, which is still warm from the afternoon sun, and pull Lysa next to me. The chances of anyone seeing us are remote, but even the possibility of an unseen watcher, adds a little edge of excitement.

And then there is Emma, who watches intently.

Lysa catches on instantly, and presses her long back and amazing ass against the window, then turns around, and grinds her tits and shaved pubis against the warm glass. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Emma rise to a sitting position for a better view. At the same time, she spreads her legs, revealing her glistening labia, wet with girl-juice and saliva, before placing her hand firmly against her sex.

Lysa’s hands reach behind my back as she wraps herself around my waist with the dexterity of a gymnast. With her arms behind my neck, her steaming pussy presses into my lower abs with searing heat. Her pert breasts are crushed against my chest. When I look into the narrow gap between our bodies, Lysa’s pussy lips peek out from under her pubic mound like a flower in blossom.

A moment later, Lysa’s finger nails slowly claw my back on a direct line toward my butt. Instinctively, I thrust my hips forward to reduce the target, which lifts my cock to within inches of those pouting pussy lips. Before I can relax, in a single, seamless motion, Lysa’s hand grabs my cock at the base as she lowers her body. I slip effortlessly between her open lips and into the warm channel of her vagina.

My half closed eyes fly open in surprise, and although she at least knows what was coming, Lysa’s eyes also grow wide as I penetrate deep inside her. She smiles at me for a glorious instant before her eyelids flutter close and she utters a little giggle that slowly morphs into a contented moan.

At first Lysa uses her remarkable musculature to lift and lower herself along the full length of my shaft, generating sensations that I’d never experienced before. Perhaps it is my overheated imagination, but it seems as if I can feel the muscles of her vagina contracting and releasing each time she rides up and down my cock. The contented look on Lysa’s face is the perfect match for the unhurried, even languid pace of our coupling.

Merely holding on to Lysa without toppling over requires nearly all my concentration. But as I grow more accustomed to holding her, I find I can roll my hips and meet her halfway as she pumps her body up and down on me.

We fuck like this until I sense an urgency building within us. “The window,” she pants in my ear. “Closer.” We step back into the flooding light of a waxing gibbous moon. Stretching to the horizon is a brilliant tapestry of glimmering windows, neon signs and city street lamps. And superimposed over all of that is our naked reflection. Lysa huddled in my arms, the rounded contours of her long back and perfect ass glowing brightly in the moonlight.

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It was not until Mary was in the shower the following morning that she suddenly realized that she had not heard from her tormentor: in fact, not since she had left the office two days ago. Had the calls finished? She hoped in some ways that they had, but then again it had shown her a new side to herself: a new found confidence and a new found excitement. She had been through a lot since that first day that she was made to strip in front of the window. It had been an eye opening journey for her from that first time in the window, to working naked at an Erotic Fair, and being publicly fucked before an audience in a studio of a Porno Film Company.

She gently rubbed her hand over her pussy still feeling the effects of Jerome’s work. She had felt sorry for Bob last night as she had still been feeling too tender to allow Bob the pleasure of her body; well, her pussy at least.

She had managed to satisfy him successfully with her hands and mouth and other less painful parts. As she stood under the spray, she was not sure if she were looking forward to her last day at the exhibition or not.

As things turned out, it all worked out well. She did the morning stint with Gina, and then worked for Body Art. She explained about her tender condition and they agreed to go a little easier on her. At the end they gave her a small but expensive present of a pack of the stimulation cream as a thank you gift.

Her final session with Exotic Creations worked out well, too. She only had to display things there, and she was pleased when she received a surprise parcel from Miranda, the owner of Erotic Creations, of a selection of items from their range as a thank you gift.

With only two hours left before the show closed, she finally decide to call in at Magnus Productions. She wanted to say good-bye to everyone, but particularly to Jerome. Even feeling as she did, she knew she would not be able to resist the offer of anther show if they asked her. But as it turned out, Jerome had been called away to the main studio to do some emergency filming. The director did say she was still very welcome to join them, but she declined his offer. “Maybe another day,” she said with a smile.

Before the show closed, Jerry thanked her and Gina for all their help and presented them both with a cheque for their good work. It was something she wasn’t expecting, so all in all, it had been an interesting and rewarding three days.

“You did well out of that,” Bob said when he saw the gifts and the size of the cheque as she packed her bags and extra items in the car,

“Well, I worked hard for it,” she said with a grin.

Bob agreed and they chatted happily about the three days as they drove home. Bob seemed interested in everything she had gone through and wanted to know all the intimate details.

It was getting late before they arrived back at her place. She was not too sorry in some ways when Bob said he would have to get straight off. He had been away for two nights and did have a wife at home who might not be pleased if he spent another night away.

They kissed their good-byes in the car. He thanked her for a wonderful weekend of pleasure and said they would most likely see each other at work the following day. It was nice to get back to the peace and quiet of her own place.

She dropped the bags and gifts in the bedroom, and poured herself a large glass of cold white wine from the fridge.

She sat back on the sofa relaxing, sipping the wine, thinking over what had happened, everything she had gone through. Never in a lifetime would she have thought that she would have done what she had done over that weekend. It almost felt unreal now she was back in her own home. Her thoughts were shattered by her mobile ringing, the one he used. She picked it up, and flicked it open.

“Hello, there,” said a now familiar voice. “The weekend went very well. You surpassed my wildest dreams.”

“You were there?” she asked, surprised.

“Yes, I spent a couple of days looking around, catching up on you.”

My God, she thought to herself! He had been there, but there had been hundreds there. How could she have spotted one person, a person she only knew by his voice?

“I really enjoyed your performance with that black guy.”

She gasped; he had actually been that close to her.

“I never imagined you would have gone so far so quickly, from sex in private to sex in public, in a few short weeks, but you seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

Mary smiled to herself. How right he was.

“Well, I’ve called with some news for you. Not sure if it will be good or bad; depends on how you feel about yourself. I have one last assignment for you. When that is completed, you are free from me.”

Mary was at first elated by the thought. It would be over at last, but then suddenly she wondered if she really wanted it to be over. She guessed she had in some ways almost become a submissive bending to the warped will of a master. She was not sure if she wanted it to finish.

“Your last assignment will be on Friday evening. I discovered when I was looking into you that you did some escort kocaeli bayan dancing as a girl. Is that right?”

“I did dancing classes until I was sixteen.”

“Good. I hoped my information was correct. It’s just that you will be dancing on your next assignment. Well, dancing and stripping, actually. I guess with four days to work on it you could come up with a reasonable routine.

I’ve arranged for someone to help you. You’ll be hearing from them.”

Mary did not quite know what to say. “Well, I guess I could come up with something. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, but with someone to give me a few ideas and pointers it should be alright.”

“Okay, I know you will cope very well. I’ve acquired some costumes in your size. I will get them sent over by courier. You should take tomorrow off. Call in; say you are not feeling well. You have had a busy and exhausting weekend. I’m sure it will be okay with your bosses. Oh, and by the way, if you do get a copy of the film from Magnus, I would like a copy myself. I’m sure they will have no objections.” Then he rang off.

She closed the phone and dropped it beside her. Just who was this guy who knew every detail about her past and present? He was certainly an accomplished stalker. She had never before felt that anyone special was watching her every move.

Mary didn’t realize just how tired she was, and after a long shower, she slept like a log. She was awakened suddenly next morning by the door bell. She slipped on a robe and went to answer it. A guy in a UPS uniform stood there with a large box in his hands.

“Package for you to sign for, Miss. Sorry if I got you up,” he said looking at her attire.

She smiled. “I was just having an extra hour.” She signed for the box and took it into the kitchen. She needed a coffee, but first she had to ring work. They seemed very understanding and told her to get well and be back as soon as she felt well enough.

She switched on the coffee, and while it heated up, she inspected the box. She found it contained three outfits, all sparkly and very well made, complete with Velcro fastenings. These were the real thing, made for easy removal.

She made herself a coffee and read the note that came with the outfits. All it said was for her to try them on and pick out two that she would like to perform in as she would be doing two spots. It also said that she would be contacted by someone who would help her with her routines. She smiled. This was certainly going to be an interesting assignment, but she noticed that the only thing the note did not say was where she was going to perform. She guessed that information would be coming later.

She ate a leisurely breakfast, then went into her bedroom and tried on the outfits one by one. As she expected, they were all very revealing, but they all fit her very well. She guessed that they had actually been made for her. She had to admit that she looked exciting in all of them, and she also discovered that there were five pieces to each outfit: a g-string, bra, pants, and two outer items.

She didn’t know which to choose at the moment, but she had four days to decide that. It was about eleven that morning when the mobile rang again. She expected to hear his voice, but it was a woman. “Are you Annabelle?” she asked.

She hesitated for a moment and then realized that she must have been given her other name. “Yes, who’s this?”

“My name is Crystal. I’m a dancer. I’ve been instructed to give you lessons. Can you come to my studio this afternoon?”

Mary assured her that she could and arranged to be there at two p.m..

“I understand you have your own costumes. Could you bring them along as well?”

Mary assured her that she would. Crystal gave her the address and directions, and said she would see her at two. Mary found the place easily. The directions she had given her were clear, and she pulled up in front of a large converted warehouse building that had obviously been divided up into smaller units. A sign on the wall above one doorway introduced Crystal’s Dance Studio: exotic and belly dancing a specialty.

She picked up her bag of costumes from the car and pressed the buzzer. A pleasant voice instructed her to come up and the door clicked open. She walked up a flight of stairs and into a small reception room. A pretty brunette who looked as though she should have still been in school smiled up at her. “Are you Annabelle?” she inquired. Mary nodded. “You can go straight through; Crystal’s waiting for you.”

Crystal turned out to be a blousy blond in her mid forties. She was wearing a long colorful Chinese robe. She looked up when Mary entered. “I guess you are Annabelle?” she inquired.

Mary nodded.

“You require some training with regards to stripping? You ever done any before?”

Mary shook her head. “No, not stripping. I did a wet t-shirt show a couple of weeks ago where I finished up naked.”

Crystal grinned. “Well, at least you’ve experienced being naked in public.”

Mary smiled to herself and decided not to say anything kocaeli otele gelen escort about the weekend.

“I hear what you are doing on Friday is a bit more up market then a wet t-shirt bash.”

“You know what I’m doing?” Mary inquired.

Crystal shook her head. “No, nor really, but the guy who phoned would say only that it was an up market event so they want something special. You know, a class act. What dancing have you done before? Any?”

Mary explained she’d done ballet and tap and some modern dance.

“Well, that should stand you in good stead.

Surprising how many we get here wanting to get into the stripping game who have no sense of rhythm at all,”

Mary smiled.

“Well, let’s get down to work. If you’ve got to learn two routines by Friday, we have no time to lose. You will be doing two spots, an average of nine minute pre spot. That takes in the usual three parts to each strip so you will need six pieces of music. We can decide on that later when I see you dance. I have a guy who will make up a disc for you to take with you.”

She went over to a sound desk and set up some music. “Okay,” she said as the music came on, “just dance around to this and let me see how you go.”

Mary felt a little self conscious at first as she moved around the room. It was a long time since she had danced, but it was one of those skills you don’t forget, and she had always enjoyed dancing. Crystal nodded appreciatively. “Yes, I can see you can dance,” she called out. “Well, that’s the first barrier over.” She turned off the music.

They sat down on the floor and Crystal went through the routine with her. “You just break each session up into three parts: part one the dance is suggestive of course, then part two the strip, and the final part, the show where you will be naked.”

Crystal got up from the floor. “I’ll go through a routine for you to show you what we are looking for, and then we will begin to work on yours.”

Mary sat and watched as Crystal switched on the music again. She slipped off the Chinese robe, and under it she was wearing a dance costume. As soon as she started to dance, Mary could see she was good. She drifted around the room parting her costume displaying her long legs and using her hands to show off her body. When the music changed, she began her strip routine, removing each piece of her costume slowly and teasingly before she allowed her bra to fall away. Poising coyly at the last moment before removing her G-string, she stood there for a moment completely naked waiting for the music to change to a more bouncy number. Then she moved around doing more acrobatic moves that displayed every intimate part of her body. She finished the act with a flourish, laying spread eagle on the floor.

Mary applauded politely as Crystal stood up and came over. “You are very good. Were you a stripper?”

Crystal nodded. “Yes, for quite a few years. I started when I was sixteen. I was big for my age so I got away with it and managed to get work until I was in my late thirties. Then things began to droop quicker than I could get them fixed,” she said with a grin, lifting one breast with her hand. “Then I decided to pack it in and become a teacher so here I am.”

“You still have a nice body,” Mary said, looking her up and down.

Crystal smiled. “But it’s an old body. Now they want to look a firm young body like yours.”

Mary felt herself blushing slightly.

“Okay,” Crystal said, as she slipped her robe back on. “Get into one of your costumes and let me see you do a routine.”

As there seemed no place to change, Mary started to undress where she was. She saw Crystal watching her as she slipped out of her clothes.

When she was naked, Crystal stopped her. “Let’s have a look at you,” she said. Mary turned and faced her. Crystal nodded. “You have a wonderful body. You will do well in this game. Okay, put an outfit on.”

When she was ready, Crystal put on the music again and watched as Mary tried to copy her routine. When she was done, Crystal nodded. “You were good; just a few rough edges, but we’ll soon smooth those out. You need to be a bit slicker getting out of the costume. Always give the Velcro a sharp tug.” By the time they had worked on it several times, it was beginning to come together, and Mary was quite pleased with her progress. She felt let down when Crystal at last called a halt.

“Go home, get a good shower, get some rest, and I’ll see you tomorrow night, six o’clock”.

When she left the dance studio, Mary was feeling quite proud of herself. She had accomplished quite a lot.

When she got back to work the next day, things were quite busy. It was the national AGM on Saturday and everything had to be prepared for that. Bob called in during the morning and asked her what was new. She told him about the strip tease and he smiled.

“You know where it is?” he asked. “I wouldn’t mind coming along to see that.”

She shook her head and smiled. “Haven’t you had enough of seeing me naked? I was naked all weekend.”

He izmit suriyeli escort grinned. “Ill never get too much of seeing you in your birthday suit.”

She grinned and told him that she had no idea where she was performing, but she expected more details before Friday

After work, she worked with Crystal for two hours on both Tuesday and Wednesday, and by Wednesday, she had gotten the two routines cracked. Crystal was pleased with her. They had gotten her disc sorted and everything was just about ready, but she still had not heard where she was performing.

“Well, it’s been nice working with you,” Crystal said as Mary was about to leave. “Fancy a glass of wine before you go to celebrate?” Crystal asked.

Mary nodded. “That would be nice.”

Crystal went out and came back with a bottle of white wine and two glasses. She poured out a glass each and passed one to Mary. “To your success where ever it maybe,” she said holding up her glass. They sipped the wine. “Are you sure you are okay about everything?” Crystal asked.

Mary nodded. “As much as I can be. I know you say that I’m okay, but I would have liked to have had some sort of dress rehearsal before the real thing.”

Crystal grinned. “You mean undress rehearsal.”

Mary laughed and nodded her head.

Crystal thought for a moment, sipping on her wine. “I might be able to help you with that if that’s what you really want. From eight to nine tomorrow night I teach a group of male show dancers. There are usually about a dozen of them. I’m sure they would like to see you perform, and their feed back as guys and professionals would be good for you.”

Mary nodded her head slowly. Performing in front of guys who knew something about dancing was certainly a good idea. Performing in front of guys full stop was a great idea, and she looked at Crystal who nodded. “Okay, I’ll fix that up for you. Be here by eight forty-five, just before we finish.”

It was Thursday and still no information had arrived about the venue for the Friday night event. Mary got into work early as she wanted to be away as early as possible to get herself ready for the evening performance with Crystal and the guys at the dance studio. Luckily, most of the work for Saturdays AGM had been completed, and it was only a matter of putting everything together, a job Fran, her secretary, could easily do.

She managed to get a hair appointment during her lunch break, and got out of the office just after four o’clock. Back at her apartment, she spoilt herself with a long soak in the bath before she prepared a light meal. She packed her costumes and some extra make up into a small hold all, and was ready to leave the house just after eight.

She was feeling elated as she drove down the now darkened streets. She was excited about exposing herself again to strangers. It had become like a drug to her; she wanted to feel the excitement again and again. It was totally strange to her as it was completely against her nature and upbringing. But the last few weeks had opened her eyes to a new experience, and at the moment she just could not get enough of it.

When she arrived, there were several cars parked outside the studio. She guessed they belonged to the dancers whom Crystal was training. She parked up, and picking up her bag, locked the car and went over and rang the intercom.

Crystal answered. “Is that you, Annabelle?” she said. When Mary answered it was, the door clicked and she pushed it open.

Her legs were beginning to shake a little, and there were butterflies in her stomach as she made her way up the stairs. This was all part of the experience of taking on the unknown. She could hear music and hear Crystal’s voice as she pushed open the door to the studio. Inside, a dozen guys were following a dance routine led by Crystal. She smiled and waved when she saw Mary at the door.

Mary stepped inside and found herself a chair and watched the class. All the guys were good dancers, and all were quite young. She guessed maybe late teens to mid to late twenties. She could see them glancing over in her direction. She wondered if Crystal had said anything, or was she keeping it as a surprise? When the music finished, she called for them to take five, and she came over to Mary, wiping her face on a sweat towel.

“That looks like hard work,” Mary commented.

Crystal nodded. She sat down with a sigh of relief on a seat beside Mary,

The guys were all standing together toweling down and drinking from water bottles, several looking in her direction. A couple smiled.

“Will they do as an audience?” Crystal inquired with a grin.

Mary smiled. “I think they will do very well. Do they know what I’m here for?”

Crystal shook her head. “No, I’ve just told them that I have something special for them to judge. So if you want to go into the office and change, we will be ready in about fifteen minutes.”

Mary made her way to the office. She slipped out of her clothes. She caught sight of herself in the mirror and smiled. It felt good to be naked again. She caressed her breasts, feeling her nipples rise to the occasion. In the studio, she could hear Crystal calling out moves to the dance music. Soon she would be out there, slowly stripping off her clothes in front of those twelve attractive young guys. She felt a warm sensation between her thighs and ran her fingers over her pussy. She could already feel the slight moistness as she parted her lips with a finger.

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Continuation of chapter 5.

“I didn’t expect you to want me to chase you.” I said startled trough the phone.

“Haha, you really are clueless. I asked Ella before calling you, for permission.” Emily said, I felt her trying to hold back her excitement.

“Permission for what?” I asked realising that now Emily also will be a part of my secret.

“To play with her toy…Oh and if you don’t I’ll make sure you’ll regret it.” She said with certainty.

“Come over to my place tomorrow after work. I’ll text you the address. I have some things I want to try out.” She hung up.

Shortly after I got a text message with her address, it wasn’t very far from my workplace.

Surely enough the next day right after work I headed straight towards her place. I was scared but also extremely horny.

I arrived at her apartment and knocked on the door. The building was definitely upper class. She must be earning good to afford a place like this.

I heard a click and the door opened. Emily was wearing pink shorts and a white tank top. No bra, exposed shaved legs and she looked sexy as hell.

“Well…come in! I’m eager to see how this plays out.” Emily had something mischievous up her sleeve.

I followed her into the apartment and after looking around I said “Are you…”

“An online model? Yes.” She interrupted.

I was going to say cam girl but I guess she prefers her term better. I realised her profession after seeing all the outfits, lingerie, sex toys, cameras, tripods and a green screen around the place.

“So…what do you sell exactly?” I asked not trying to be rude.

“Oh the usual, caming, pictures, used underwear, sexting, requests and I have a live show.” She gave me her menu.

“That’s how I actually met Nathan and then Ella.” Emily winked at me.

“I would have never guessed they-” I was trying to process this new revelation.

“You’ll understand how it all happened very soon…take a seat on the couch.” Me and Emily took a seat on the couch while she grabbed the remote for her Smart TV and started scrolling through some folders on the huge 4K screen.

“So uhm…you must be doing really good with this gig huh? All the stuff looks expensive.” I said trying to break the ice.

“Oh yeah, I can’t complain. There are many lonely losers who pay me just because I’m hot haha.” Emily was being transparent how shallow and devoid of humanity sex streamer girls are.

“There are a few exceptions. Some guys get my content for free…under one condition.” escort kocaeli She said turning to me.

“What’s that?” I asked not sure if I wanted the answer.

“This…” Emily nudged her head to the screen while I cast my sight on it as well.

There was a folder called “hung candy”. She opened it and it was full of photos and short clips showcasing huge cocks.

“When a hung guy goes trough the effort to flex his massive cock for me I let him see my content for free. He shows me his I show him mine. I’m a size queen and I just LOVE these thick juicy cocks. I mean look at them…aren’t they arousing?” Emily spoke softly at the end.

“They look big…” I closed my legs a little bit instinctively.

“What do you think about this one?” Emily played a short clip of a guy slowly pulling down his boxers with his impressive manhood popping out.

“He’s…big.” I said.

“Mmmm, bigger than yours?” Emily teased.

“Yes…” I didn’t like where this was heading.

“Look at the way it bounces up and down. Look how erect he is. I bet you wish you were that big.” Emily started to taunt me.

“How about this one?” Emily’s next presentation was a picture of a huge penis next to a wine bottle. They looked identic in size.

My eyes opened wide as I glared at it. “No way it’s real.”

“But it is haha. He’s so much thicker than you. You can never compare to a guy like that.” She enjoyed herself with every sentence.

“This one I really like…” Emily showed me the next stud on her list. It was a very big dick facing the camera. After a few seconds it flexed and stood up straight revealing a huge set of round hairless balls. He repeated the motion of lifting his girthy cock up and down making his balls wobble slightly.

“Do you know who that is?” Emily poked my crotch area for a moment.

“Is that…Nathan?” I just came to the shocking realisation.

“Bingo. That’s the cock you suck haha. This was the first video he sent me. When I found out he’s in the same city I just had to get a taste of that beast.” Emily reminisced.

“Now that your looking at his manhood, can you tell me what he’s got that you don’t?” She wanted an answer judging from her demeanour.

“I already confessed that he’s bigger…” I didn’t really know how to react.

“That’s obvious. I want to hear you describe every aspect of his superiority. Take your dicklet out and look at it, then look back up at a real man’s tool.” Emily took her shorts off, she was bare kocaeli escort and I could taste her wetness. She was so turned on.

I obliged her and took my dick out, I was kind of mad at myself that I was pretty hard trough this endeavour.

“Mmmm, looks like your enjoying yourself. I had a feeling you would enjoy looking at horse cocks with me. Now look at Nathan’s shaft bounce and tell me the difference between you and him.” Emily was touching herself next to me.

“His head is bigger and he’s definantly longer.” I had a hard time talking.

“Not really doing a good job are you? I’ll do the talking then. Stroke yourself slowly and look only at the penises like a good little cuck fag, don’t you dare look at my body perv.” Emily ordered.

“Just look at how fat that cock is, I can tell you first hand his fucking power is immense. Just imagine how strong you have to be to lift that heavy equipment like he does with no hands. His balls are so heavy, I bet you still remember how they taste like huh? You cock sniffing loser.” Emily was so mean all of a sudden.

“I know you’re jealous of his girth…you secretly love having his cock an inch from your face don’t you? You like watching him beat his man meat, you wish he would bust on your face, fucking faggot. Oh fuck yes hahaha, jerk that tiny dick for me loser.” Emily laughed gleefully.

Her bratty voice was a big turn on. I could hear soft wet sounds coming from her pussy. I was too scared to look in that direction knowing what the consequences would be.

“Lean back and spread your legs, make yourself comfortable. Enjoy these hung men. Worship the alpha.” Emily kept arousing me while she swiped to the next monster cock on the screen. It was a guy moaning and jerking off his very thick meat on the verge of cumming.

“Look at the distance he shoots those thick ropes of cum. Your beta dicklet can’t even pump a single shot of his high quality seed.” Emily talked while I watched shot after shot of an ejaculation resembling a fountain.

“Say that you love jerking to cock. And stroke faster” She demanded.

“I love jerking to cock.” Deep down I wasn’t even sure if I did as I was told or if I actually enjoyed this.

“I uploaded the clips from the last session. My fans loved seeing a stud fuck two hot girls while a caged cuck watches.” The more she talked to more humiliated and turned on I was.

Emily skipped to the next scene, it was a clip of loop of a very thick guy kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan pounding a girl and the camera was aimed at his huge balls.

“Tell me what differences do you see between him and yourself?” Emily nudged me with her toes.

“I wish my balls were that big.” I confessed without thinking.

“Do you see how they swing back and forth? It’s due to their size, weight and the power he fucks with. You’re not strong enough to fuck like that.” Emily moaned at the end of her statement.

She again changed the content on the screen. The next one was a guy with one leg up to the side exposing his 10 inch python, his balls were proportionate to his size and hung low, they looked very round and visible from many angles since his leg was lifted to the side.

“I know you want to cum. You want to cum stroking to much larger cock don’t you? Admit it!” Emily threw her tank top over my head. I still didn’t look her way even though I knew her plump breasts were a neck turn away from me.

“That’s a good sissy boy. Keep looking at a real mans sex tool. Cum to it. Cum to the men I can have at any time I want fucking me like you can’t.” Emily knew how to bring me to the edge.

“Ugh…” I had an intense orgasm but I also felt really weird and filthy what I had just done. I had just shot my load all over Emily’s floor while looking at huge cocks all the while she’s naked sitting next to me and taunting me with my predicament.

“Is that it? I guess I’m used to big cumshots from bulls like the ones you just drooled over. Tell me, do you think your loads match up to theirs?” Emily talked into my ear after leaning close.

“No…these guys produce so much more cum…” I said accepting reality.

“Grab those paper towels over there and clean your mess.” Emily ordered.

I quickly did as I was told and scrubbed the floor clean from my cum. Emily played with her pussy and laughed at me. She looked so hot. I started becoming erect again just seeing her pale tight body.

“Are you done cleaning? Good, get over here and smell how wet I am.” I scurried between Emily’s legs and started sniffing her vagina which she had spread open for me.

“Can I please taste you?” I said swallowing the saliva built up under my tongue.

Emily leaned forward and brought her face close to mine looking down on me with her magnificent tits hanging firmly and said with an innocent smile “No, now get dressed and get the fuck out, virgin.”

It took all my strength to get dressed and leave such a naked sex goddess alone. I went home and felt like time stood still while I was reliving what had transpired.

Just when I was about to compose myself I got a message from Ella. It was a direct order to go to her place tomorrow right after work. I don’t know why but I felt chills around my body. I felt like something bad was going to happen.

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The doors open and I’m met with a gust of cold, stale air from within the train carriage. As I make my way to a spare seat to get comfortable for the long trip home from uni, I notice the guy opposite me. He looks familiar, but I’m not too sure from where I know him. ‘Maybe he’s someone I’ve seen around campus?’ I think to myself.

Although I have no idea who he is, I find myself checking him out anyway, which is a bit of a bad habit of mine. I’d put him at early twenties, his skin a deep tan, his eyes almost black to match his tousled hair, moustache and goatee. I work my down, his white t-shirt draws attention to how dark his complexion really is, and as I allow my eyes to fall lower, I notice the strong, muscular contours of his upper arms. My imagination kicks in, thinking about the parts under his shirt that match his muscular arms, and find myself wondering what he’s packing as I look down towards his groin. Trust me to sit opposite some hot guy and be instantly curious about his cock! He looks up from his papers and my head snaps to the left way too quickly to be natural. I’m pretty sure he’s noticed I was looking at him. Embarrassed, I hunt around in my bag for a pen and paper to write my thoughts down so I don’t look so obvious.

As casually as I can I look up from my scribbles and continue detailing the view in front of me. I watch the muscles in his forearms move while he writes, I notice there are thick veins travelling down to his wrists. In the picture I’m developing of him in my head I add these features. I find myself imaging him taking off his jeans, his hard cock popping free. In the inner workings of my dirty mind his cock is throbbing, his balls smooth, with a large distinct head oozing just a little pre-cum. I could easily get carried away.

If all the lights suddenly went out, what would happen?

The train rocks sharply to the left and right, the tracks making creaking noises underneath. The lights flicker for a few seconds before the carriage is plunged into darkness.

“Oh sorry!” Mumbles the guy opposite me, as his books and mine crash to the floor of the carriage, pages and pens scattered across the carpet.

“It’s ok,” I say as I get down to find my scribbled pages.

As the carriage lights up again, he picks up some of my work to hand back to me. “Writing a novel huh??” he starts, but slows as he reads a description of himself I wrote not 5 minutes earlier.

I flush bright red with embarrassment. Luckily the next stop is my connection anyway kocaeli escort and I start to pack up my things. He hands me back my scribbled pages as the train pulls up at Central station and I quickly step up to the doors, begging them to open faster. As I step off the train with the throng of other commuters and head down the platform, I feel my face cool and my heart rate slow back down to normal. I don’t look back as I make my way through the station.

Back to a much calmer state, I make my way down the stairs to platform 9 which is practically empty this time of evening. I quickly scan the monitors and realise the next north-bound train is 30minutes away. With time to spare I look around for the bathroom. I double back the way I’ve come searching for the ladies and find myself face-to-face with my dark haired stranger.

“I thought that was very weird — but then it became very kinky” He says seductively as he pushes me gently against the wall, pinning me with his weight. I’m a little alarmed, noting that we are out of sight of other passengers on the platform, but also strangely turned on for the same reason. As he leans forward to whisper in my ear, I can feel his erection pressed into my thigh. “Do you normally write dirty stories about random people on trains?”

“Only when I’m particularly horny”,is the only semi-intelligent response I can come up with.

He grazes my collarbone and traces down my collar with his fingers. I find myself allowing him to stroke me softly, noticing I’m being slowly led further into the alley way and into what I realise is the stations store-room. As reality sinks in, I find my courage and pull him towards me, sliding my hands through his hair and feeling his hot mouth cover mine.

We kiss feverishly as he fumbles with the buttons on my shirt before finally pulling it off and unhooking my bra in quick succession. My breasts are freed and exposed to his groping fingers as I hear a gasp. He seems shocked to have found the silver bar that is attached to my right nipple. He flicks it gently, testing to see how far he can get before being slapped away, but this is his lucky day, and mine.

I feel a wet, warm mouth clamped on my hardening nipple while his hand slips down my back, reaching into my skirt and fondling my ass cheeks. I slip my fingers into his jeans and pull him closer, his goatee scratching at my neck as he kisses me. Unbuttoning his fly, I reach into the dark space and grope around for what I want most, and I’m not disappointed in what I find.

“Is it as you described?” he asks gölcük escort after he notices I’ve stopped and am now staring at the lovely thick cock in front of me.

“Words can never really do justice to a hard cock” I murmur as I kneel down, licking my lips instinctively before taking his hard cock as deep as I can into my throat.

With my head now pressed against the wall, I’ve made myself vulnerable to his deep thrusts into my mouth. There is nowhere for me to go but relinquish control and enjoy having my mouth fucked by a complete stranger. Picturing what I look like on the floor of the storeroom turns me on even more.

I slip a hand down my stomach to my crotch and feel how wet and slick I’ve become. I want his cock to be inside me, filling me, but I’m enjoying the feeling of my mouth being used too much. I slowly rub my lips, covering my fingers with my juice and spreading it from my clit to my ass, loving the feeling of my warm wet fingertips stroking across the thin skin around my asshole. Moving my fingers back towards my pussy, I slide one finger inside myself and feel a small shock sweep through my body. The feeling of something inside my wet pussy and this thrusting cock in my mouth causes even more juice to seep from between my fingers.

I reach up and put my slick fingers in his mouth and he sucks the juice from them, holding my head steady as he starts to thrust just a little deeper and faster into my mouth. As I look up and our eyes meet, I grab hold of his balls and squeeze them gently knowing what this will cause to his engorged cock. I brace myself against the wall as he grunts out his orgasm, jets of hot cum shooting deep into my throat that I swallow greedily. He releases his grip on my head and his cock softens slightly in my mouth as I lick the last few drops from the tip, taking the full length in, making small sucking movements to clean the rest of the cum off his shaft. I lean back against the wall satisfied with my performance and eager for my own satisfaction next.

Reading my mind he pulls me up from the ground, and in one quick pull has my skirt and panties around my ankles and is kneeling on the ground in front of me. He lifts my leg up, untangling my panties, and lifts it onto his shoulder; I lean my head back against the wall, feeling the cool air against my naked skin. I feel a warm wet tongue touch my inner thigh and move up and across to the other side, I roll my head around to the left so I can watch him work my pussy. I feel his tongue softly lap at the juice on my lips, izmit sınırsız escort making painfully slow circles around my wet opening, avoiding my clit despite the movement my hips are making to meet his mouth. Finally, as I feel the stiff tip of his tongue flick the little engorged bud ever so slightly, my legs almost give out from under me as the heat comes up my neck to my face. I thrust my hips forward, eager for him to continue his assault on my hard little clit. Instead he pulls away.

“Ahh” I moan, not wanting him to stop.

“You’re such a naughty girl, letting a complete stranger touch you like this. You want me to fuck you don’t you, you want me to make you cum?” He mumbles as he roughly thrusts his tongue in and around my pussy.

I’m so close to coming I can barely focus on the sounds of his voice or the surrounding platform. I run my fingers through his hair, grabbing a good amount of it and pull his face back toward my swollen and slick pussy.

He responds by roughly pushing two thick fingers inside me, his mouth still firmly clamped on my lips and clit. I go into a jerking frenzy, holding his head steady in just the right spot as he flicks my clit and pokes his fingers and tongue into my wet crevices. Just when I think all is lost and my legs are going to turn to jelly under me in a huge orgasm, he pulls his head free from my grip and stands up.

“That was just my warm-up” he says as he wipes my juice from his chin with his fingers and licks them clean.

He lifts me by the thighs and wraps them around his waist, pressing me once again against the wall, sliding his rock hard cock into my pussy. All I can do is roll my head around as the pleasure courses through my body. He thrusts his cock deep into my pussy, moaning into my ear as he holds my weight in his arms and I grind myself onto his cock.

“I want you to fill me up and make me cum hard,” I beg as I put my arms around his shoulders and thrust myself down harder onto his cock, rubbing my clit against the base.

I can feel the heat coming up to my face as my clit swells, my moans getting louder as I bite my lip while he thrusts deeper into me. As I ride out my orgasm on his thick cock, my pussy tightening around his shaft, I feel him pump his load into me. Grinding down on the base of his cock I can feel the last small spurts of cum fill my shuddering pussy.

“Central Station, all passengers for west bound trains please change trains here.” My head snaps up as I realise I’ve fallen asleep. My senses are groggy as I gather my things ready to get off at the next stop, but I notice movement in front of me.

“You dropped this.” Says the man sitting opposite me.

As I look up, I realise it’s the guy from when I first got on the train.

“Writing a novel huh?” He says as he picks my scribbles up from the ground. He stops as he reads the description of himself I wrote not too long ago…

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Thomas was excited about the trip to the lake. No parents, just his cousins and some friends. This would be the second year that his cousin Melanie would be in charge and that made it even better. Before that, the weekend had always been supervised by one of his father’s teaching assistants and that was a mixed bag at best. At any rate, Melanie wasn’t nearly as concerned with his father’s rules as a TA who depended on him for their grades, recommendations, and paychecks!

Thomas’s father was an economics professor at a small college and this early summer vacation was something that he had come up with years ago. Sure it was mainly about swimming, camping and just hanging out, but he had added an economic component.

Each kid was given a certain amount of money at the start of the week, which they then had to use for everything from food and supplies to movies and whatever else came up.

They could also use it to, say, acquire the best room in the cabin, purchase someone else’s bag of cookies or pay someone to make dinner. You could make money if you could convince others to pay you for services. This was not restricted to the house. You could get paid by a neighboring cabin to cut their grass or weed their garden and then live like a king…till the money dried out.

Bartering was not only allowed but also encouraged so that every meal did not necessarily become a fiscal orgy, but could be as simple as “you cook, I’ll clean.”

Thomas had yet to win this little competition, but hoped to do better this year. For one thing, he was not bringing a friend. Last summer, Luke had been a disaster. Luke certainly didn’t care about winning, the “friends” rarely did. He spent his money carelessly, and encouraged Thomas to do the same. When his money ran out, he would pester Thomas to loan him funds or just buy him stuff. Even worse, Luke flirted with Melanie all the time and Thomas hated that!

Melanie was 18. She was a high school senior, head cheerleader, home coming queen and beautiful. Thomas was infatuated with her. She was perfect and had always taken care of him when his other cousin gave him a hard time. She never won the competition either, because of her kind heart. She had probably given Luke more money than Thomas had last summer. He was thrilled to learn that Melanie was also not bringing a friend this year. In his mind, that meant that they could spend a lot more time together.

Melanie was glad to be getting away. Her idyllic high school years had soured right at the finish line. At prom she found her boyfriend making out with one of her best friends. Turns out they had been carrying on behind her back for months and everyone but Melanie seemed to know about it. Totally humiliating. So then she had started dating this older guy she had met at a yoga class. On their third date they ran into his wife. HIS WIFE!! She had had no idea. Again, total humiliation. Suddenly, men were not her favorite species.

And she was wait-listed at State. That too was embarrassing. “We aren’t talking about Harvard here,” her uncle had teased. Her guidance counselor had explained, dripping with condescension, that they had probably filled their quota of cheerleaders and Homecoming Queens and were looking for girls who were maybe a little more interesting.

So, a week at the lake to sulk and have a pity party sounded pretty good right about now. She’d let the other kids do what they wanted, just so long as they left her and her gallon of Chocolate Mint alone. She was not thrilled to learn that Thomas was also not bringing a friend. He would probably want to follow her around like a sick puppy and she was not in the mood. Besides, he was of the male species, the enemy.

Teresa was Melanie’s twin sister. They had one thing in common, their age. But where Melanie was beautiful, Teresa was pretty, but she hid it well. Where Melanie was kind, Teresa had a cynical edge. Since neither Thomas or Melanie were bringing a friend, she would make up for it by bringing three! She was bringing Laura, because Laura had proved to be very useful last year. And this year, she was also bringing Rachael and Meghan, two more high school pals who would enjoy one last summer fling before heading off to separate colleges.

None of them were too thrilled that Thomas was coming. Without him this could have been a fun “girls trip.” Also, without him, no one would have cared about the stupid “Econ Challenge,” but Thomas’ dad paid for the cabin and Thomas took it very seriously.

He was the golden boy, adored by his parents, and on his way to being adored by the world, well the socially conservative part of it anyway. He would be heading to Dartmouth in the fall. Thomas, like his dad, felt that women were very definitely the weaker, less intelligent sex. He won everything he participated in, except for the “Econ challenge.” Teresa had won this little money thing every year and planned to again this year. She won, because she was shrewd and maybe cheated a little when it suited. But come on, what student of economics doesn’t know that cheating is part of the game!

It kocaeli escort bayan gave her so much satisfaction to see the disappointment on both Thomas’ and his father’s face every year when she won.

Thomas’s cousins lived between his town and the site of their cottage, so his parents would traditionally drive up the night before, have dinner with everyone and then drive back home leaving Thomas behind. Dinner was par for the course, mostly Thomas’s dad holding court about all of his achievements since the last time the families had been together. He also lectured his sister on all the things she was doing wrong and quizzed the girls on political events. Thomas joined in here, chiding his cousins and his aunt for not being better informed.

After dinner, Thomas’s parents got ready to leave. His dad asked if maybe there was something Thomas needed before they left.

“Oh right, my bag!”

“Yes, your bag. Now son, you’re on your own from here on out. You can’t be careless and expect to win the econ challenge!”

Teresa let out a derisive snort and was shot a dirty look by her older sister. Her mother, however, covered her mouth to hide a secret smile.

Thomas walked with his parents back to the car, endured another lecture from his father and retrieved his bag.

When he walked back in the house, the only one left about was his aunt.

“Where is everyone” he asked.

“Well they’ve all gone up to their rooms. You’ve got a big day tomorrow and I know Melanie wants to get an early start, so you should head up as well.”

“Okay, goodnight Aunt Margaret.”

“Goodnight Thomas, and don’t let those girls take advantage of you up there.” “Don’t worry, I can handle them.”

“Well, that makes one of us,” she said.

Thomas knocked on Melanie’s door and when she said come in, he did.

“Just wanted to say goodnight.” “Okay, goodnight.”

Thomas just stood there. “Anything else Thomas?”

“Um no. So we’re leaving early tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Um okay. G’night.”

With that Thomas left, closing the door behind him. Melanie just shook her head.

Across the hall, Laura asked Teresa “isn’t he going to say goodnight to us?” “No, Teresa said, “we are not goddess material.

“Well I don’t think I like that, said Laura. “Nope, I don’t like that one bit.”

Rachel walked into Teresa’s room after brushing her teeth.

“Just passed your cousin in the hall. He’s kinda cute. Have you ever seen him naked?”

Teresa groaned and said, “No, I don’t think so.”

Rachel put her hand on her hip and pointed her toothbrush at Teresa.

“Don’t think so! I would think you would remember if you had!”

” Yeah” Teresa laughed, “I guess I would.”

“Well let’s see what we can do about that this week, it will be our little vacation project”, Meghan said as she crawled into bed and turned out the light.

Teresa, laughed to herself, thinking that doubly humiliating Thomas would be fun. She’d have to warn the girls not to let Melanie know what they were doing or she’d put a stop to it.

The next morning was predictably chaotic as everyone took shifts showering, packing and eating breakfast.

Thomas came down for breakfast and was greeted by Teresa, Laura, Meg and Rachel. “Shower is free,” he said.

“Who hasn’t showered yet?” Margaret asked.

“Me,” said Rachel.

“Well you better get a move on. Teresa, go show your guest where everything is.”

The two girls headed upstairs.

Teresa showed Rachel where the towels were and then headed back to her room.

A few minutes later Rachel reappeared still dressed with a bundle in her hands.

“What is that?” Teresa asked.

“His underwear and his swimsuit,” said Rachel.

“What,” Snickered Meg.

“Yeah,” said Rachel a little breathless, “I took them out of his bag, I figure this will help us in our quest. Where can we hide them?”

“Rachel no, we can’t do that!”

“I already did.”

“Well put them back!”

“What is going on? What are those?”

With that, both girls turned and saw Meghan standing in the doorway.

“Are those Thomas’s underpants?”

“Yes, but Rachel was just about to put them back,” Teresa said.

“The hell she is,” said Meghan. “Quick, where can we hide them.”

Teresa relented and buried Thomas’s undies deep in a drawer in the back of her closet, and headed back downstairs. She got about halfway down the stairs when inspiration struck. Back upstairs she went. First to Melanie’s room, she had joined the rest for breakfast, then to Thomas’s room and finally back to hers.

This trip was looking better and better.

The drive was uneventful. Just as Melanie had feared, Thomas rode shotgun and pestered her the whole way. Teresa and Laura were no help in the back. Their conversations seemed to consist of a lot of Teresa whispering and Laura “NO WAYing.” And Meg and Rachel in the way back were even worse.

As they pulled in to the little town, Melanie decided to izmit otele gelen escort shut Thomas up by playing tour guide for Rachel and Meghan, since they had never been here. “So this is the town that we use for groceries and other supplies. It has a cute little bookstore, but the video store is long gone. It’s about ten miles from the cottages, so we kind of like to plan out our trips so we don’t waste time or gas. The cottages dot the lake and are grouped together in pairs, threes and up depending on their size. Since ours has four bedrooms, it’s one of the bigger ones, so we just have two neighbors. One is owned by the State College…”

“…that you didn’t get into” shot Teresa.

“…Where I am wait listed, and they’ve been known to accept people as late as July.”

Yeah right, said Teresa.

“…and the other cottage is owned by the Ferguson’s but they won’t be up this week. It’s always possible that neither one will be occupied.”

After a few more minutes of driving, they pulled up to their cottage.

As they piled out of the mini van, Melanie announced, “okay, let’s figure out who gets which room. The four bedrooms were all upstairs, the two in the middle faced the lake and the ones on either side faced the two other cabins.

“Well,” Teresa said, “since you and Thomas are solo, you should get the smaller rooms on the ends.”

Melanie was used to having one of the bigger rooms with the view, but she decided to let it go. She called after Teresa and Thomas, “Remember, first we do general clean up, put sheets on the beds, unpack and then we’ll go swimming. And remember to hoist the family flag.”

“Family flag?” Asked Meghan.

“Yeah,” sighed Teresa, we are kind of weird family I guess.”

Thomas headed to his room. The first thing he did was look out the window to see if anyone was next door. He saw a car parked out front, so he knew the house was occupied. His father swore to him that one year the state cheerleaders had stayed there, but every year he had come up, the house had either been empty or in use by a professor or two and their families.

He got his bed made and then went to see if there were any other chores that needed to be done. He swept off the back porch, took the cover off of the grill and then headed up stairs to change into his swimsuit.

Teresa and Laura watched as Thomas walked into his room and then started to laugh as they changed into their suits. Meg and Rachel were already downstairs encouraging everyone else to hurry up.

Melanie wrapped a beach towel over her suit and was about to head downstairs when she heard the laughter coming from Teresa’s room.

“What’s so funny,” she asked, walking into their room.

“Oh nothing,” said Laura, looking at Teresa, “we uh, just heard Thomas cussing, and we thought it was funny.”

Melanie headed to Thomas’s room to see what was up.

Thomas hadn’t bothered to close his door because he hadn’t found his suit yet.

“Damn it, I know I packed it! Where is it?” He rooted around again and felt something strange. He pulled it out and it was a pair of women’s underwear. He just stared at them.

He was dumfounded. Were they his moms? Did she wear underwear like this!?

“Thomas, everything okay?”

At the sound of Melanie’s voice Thomas jumped and immediately stuffed the underwear back into his bag.

Teresa and Laura walked out of their room and crept towards Thomas’s room, signaling for Meg and Rachel to come up.

“I, I can’t find my suit. I was sure that I packed it, but I guess I didn’t.”

“God Thomas, you’re just like Teresa. You have to dump everything out before you just give up.” And before he could stop her, she dumped his bag on the bed and started rooting through his stuff.

“What the hell is this? What the hell is MY UNDERWEAR doing in your bag?”

Thomas felt dizzy. All he could think was that he had touched Melanie’s underwear.

“You little pervert!”

“No I didn’t…”

“You didn’t what, they are right here, on your bed, because they fell out of your bag.”

“Whoa! That is sick.”

Both Melanie and Thomas turned to see the other four girls crowded in the doorway.

Melanie stormed out of the room got about halfway down the hall and then came back and said “and if you don’t have a damn swimsuit then you can just swim in your underwear.”

And then she looked at his bed and back at Thomas. “Where is your underwear?”

“Holy crap,” Thomas said, realizing for the first time that he didn’t have any.

“Good grief Thomas,” said Melanie, shaking her head and walking back out.

Thomas followed the rest of them down to the lake but wasn’t about to strip down to his underwear and swim. He could just swim in his shorts if it came to that. He couldn’t believe that he had forgotten both his underwear and his swimsuit. He groaned thinking about his father discovering them still on his bed back home.

Now he’d have to buy some, using money he could ill kocaeli suriyeli escort afford to spend.

“I can’t believe he didn’t just assume that you did it,” said Laura as they treaded water out in the lake.

“I know,” Teresa said, “he’s just not wired that way. Same with Melanie, she saw the underwear fall out of his bag, so he must of put them in there. She’s a very literal person.”

“I’m a little disappointed that he’s not out here in his underwear,” said Laura.

“Oh who cares,” said Teresa. “Besides, he’s way too shy for that. Still, I hate to see his torment come to an end.”

Just then Meg and Rachel swam over.

“I’m a little disappointed that he’s not out here in his underwear,” said Rachel.

Laura and Teresa laughed and explained why that was funny.

“Look at him sitting there on the pier, feet dangling in the water looking all morose,” said Laura. “Let’s go push him in!”

“I’m game,” said Rachel.

“No wait,” said Teresa, “try to make it seem like an accident.”

Melanie had swum out towards the middle of the lake and was taking a breather before she headed back. She saw Laura and Rachel sitting on either side of Thomas on the pier.

“Well they are nicer than I am,” thought Melanie. “I say he’s getting what he deserves.”

Thomas sat between the two girls enjoying the attention. He was a little nervous, what with both of them in bikinis. Right now, as they patted his bare leg and rubbed their hands on his back and arms telling him things would be okay, he was kinda glad he wasn’t in a bathing suit. Then Rachel stood up and said she was getting back in.

Laura said that she was going to sit with Thomas a little longer.

When Teresa saw Rachel stand up, she knew that was her cue. She called out for Laura to get back in. Laura said no. They went back and forth for a few minutes and then Meg called out to Rachel, “push her in!”

All of a sudden, Rachel was pushing Laura who screamed, turned and grabbed Thomas’s arm and let gravity do the rest. Well, gravity and a little extra help from Rachel.

When Thomas bounced up, it took him a second to take in what had happened. Teresa and Meg were laughing and clapping and Rachel was just standing there grinning at him.

At that point he remembered that most of his money was in his pocket. He shot a hand down into his pocket and was relieved to feel that it was still there.

He lumbered out of the water, intent on just heading back to the cabin, but Laura came out after him and grabbed his arm. “I’m so sorry, she said. “It was an accident. You have to believe me.” Of course, I do, he said.

“Idiot,” she thought. “Well look at you, you might as well swim now.”

I can’t he said and pulled out his soggy money. I’ve got to take this back to the cabin.

Laura laughed at the sight of the money, but then turned earnest.

“Thomas, by the time you run up there, put your money away and come back, we’ll be getting out. Just leave the money in your shorts and the shorts on that table with your shirt and come join us.”

She could tell he was weighing the options so she piled on. “Besides, if we do chicken fights like last summer, you’ll have Melanie on your shoulders instead of Luke, and you know how Teresa likes to try and rip her top off.”

She could see she had won. “C’mon please.”

“Okay,” he said. “But you go on ahead.”

She knew he was shy and didn’t want to push it, so she ran back into the water.

Just thinking about Melanie on his shoulders, and possibly topless had made him hard. Watching Laura run back into the water didn’t help.

He peeled off his shirt and was reaching for his zipper when he noticed that they were all staring at him. Granted, they were pretty far out, but he was afraid the erection might still be obvious, not to mention he’d be in his underwear.

“You guys need to turn around.”

Teresa was about to protest, but then something caught

her eye. “Oh this is just too perfect,” she said. Then Laura saw and laughed. Meg and Rachel both gasped.

Melanie saw as well and called out urgently, “THOMAS there are…”

But Teresa cut her off. “Melanie! Remember, he stole your underwear.”

“You’re right,” said Melanie.

“What?” called out Thomas.

“I was just saying that we’ll turn around so that you feel more comfortable.”

“Thanks,” he called out.

Melanie, felt bad for a second as she turned around, but then a little smile crept onto her face. The other girls turned around as well, all except Teresa.

They are still too far away, she thought, I’ve got to stall him.

“Teresa,” he groaned exasperated.

“Right,” she said and turned around, and then turned right back.

“TERESA!”

“Oh sorry,” she said. “I thought you were already in.”

“Listen, why don’t you sing ‘Mary had a little lamb’ and that way we’ll know not to turn around until you are done.”

“Yeah right,” he said.

“C’mon, I’ll pay you ten bucks.”

“Done!” he called out. God knows he was going to need every penny he could get.

“Start singing and I’ll turn around,” she said.

And he did, loudly!

Just as Teresa had hoped, the singing got the attention of the group of girls walking down the road, but kept Thomas from hearing their approach. Their attention was now completely focused on this boy singing at the top of his lungs pulling down his shorts.

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My boyfriend and I had just made love, and we were in that sweet post coital daze. My boyfriend, whose name is Jake, knew that I was at my most vulnerable at such moments, and he said to me, “Gail, tell me about your sexual fantasies.”

“Where is this coming from?” I asked him. We had never discussed erotic fantasies before. Oh course, we had only been lovers for the last two months, but still, this seemed to come out of the blue.

I was a little upset by this, because I have sexual fantasies by the truckload. I have so many, developed over long chaste periods when I had to rely on self-stimulation for erotic release. It was so nice to have Jake to make that much less necessary. Of course I still masturbated occasionally when I was alone, but Jake did not know that.

“You are my fantasy, come true,” I said to Jake, hoping that would end it. He didn’t buy it, and kept the pressure on until I broke down and told him one of my fantasies.

“Mostly my fantasies revolve around exhibitionism,” I finally told him. That was insufficient; he wanted an example. I decided to keep it as harmless as possible.

“Well,” I said, “Sometimes I fantasize that I’m nude around the apartment, and walk into the main room to get something and people see me.” I should explain we live in an apartment in New York City, and our main room is like a fish bowl, where around 30 apartments across the courtyard can see into it, under the right conditions.

We always leave our blinds open; too, because I love whatever sunlight our apartment can catch. Besides they’re a little broken, making them a pain to raise if ever someone lowers them.

“Go on,” Jake said.

“Well, it is after the sun sets, and when we have the lights on everyone across the courtyard can see everything that happens in our main room if they care to look,” I began.

“Oh, they’d look if you paraded around nude, I assure you!” Jake was referring to the fact that I have a nice body, with nice boobs, something he enjoys to the max. I’m 25 years old, so my boobs have no sag in them. I’m sure that will come with age, but I can wait. I’m a patient girl.

I’m also pretty hairy down there. I get waxes, so that I can wear bikinis, but still, I do not have a shaved, bald pussy; actually I think that is gross.

Jake dropped his voice to almost a whisper for no apparent reason and said, “Have you ever done it?”

I hate to lie, so I just did not answer. I tried changing the subject to what he wanted for dinner. He didn’t buy it.

“You have, haven’t you?” he said, much too loudly, with excitement in his voice.

“Well, maybe once or twice,” I whispered. “I was naked in the bedroom and needed something from the main room, and just entered quickly to get it. I don’t think anyone noticed, it was so brief.”

“You’re naked now, you know. I left my cell phone in the main room. Would you please be a hell of a sexy doll and go get it for me?” Jake said. It was clear to me he was turned on by the whole idea. I was in a way relieved; I thought he would think I was perverted or something.

“I don’t know, Jake. It’s very embarrassing, and nothing I’m proud of,” I replied. Also it was dark out, and all our lights were on, making our main room something of a fish bowl for our neighbors across the courtyard.

“This is so exciting Gail. I had no idea, and I love it! Do it for me, and linger in the main room, and I’ll make dinner tonight. Wait: I have an idea.”

Jake left and went into the main room himself, naked. I guess he was hiding his phone. He came back, and said, “Now please get my phone for me, sweetheart.”

So I did it. But I could not find it, and I was naked in the main room for a good five minutes looking for it. Five long minutes is a long time to be naked and on potential display. We have a second bedroom (Jake has a big salary) and since it was dark Jake went into it while I searched for his cell phone. Nobody could see him there, but he could watch the people across the courtyard that had their lights on.

I saw that Jake was checking out the apartments across from us to see if anyone was watching me, and later he told me he saw people in three apartments across the courtyard were enjoying the view. I got aroused when he said this. We then had sex again, and Jake was even more of an animal in bed than he usually is.

That is how it began.

The next night after we made love, Jason made me tell him another one of my fantasies. He wanted to act them out. As a consequence, we ended up going to some bars with me wearing transparent blouses and no bras. A few days later I had to take an up escalator in the subway wearing a super short skirt and no panties. These were my “harmless” fantasies, and I was running out of them.

When I actually did run out of my harmless fantasies, Jake of course still wanted more. I said okay, I would tell him some more, but they were too wild for us to act out. They were just fantasies, I explained, and some were even illegal, izmit escort involving other people. He had to agree not to pressure me about them.

Jake was desperate to hear them. He was really excited. He agreed, and in retrospect, he agreed much too quickly.

“These other fantasies involve other people,” I said again. Jake works at a hedge fund in New York, which is why we have such a nice apartment. I am, on the other hand, a registered nurse, and I work at a large hospital in Manhattan. I make a lot less money than Jake does. Jake was anxious for me to continue.

“Well, you know how it is. Sometimes the male patients flirt with me. Sometimes they flirt quite a lot. I enjoy flirting back. It helps their morale and is actually good for their recoveries, or at least that’s what I think.”

“And your fantasy is…?” Jake said.

“The R rated one, or the X rated ones?” I asked him. I was getting into telling him my fantasies, now that I knew he enjoyed them. Hell, he even got off on hearing them! He was always an animal in bed after I told him one, even if I had told it to him before. Jake told me to start with the R rated ones.

“Well, one of them is that one of the men recovering from an operation who is close to leaving the hospital has a crush on me. I often see their privates in the course of my duties, and sometimes they get erections when they have to expose them to me.”

“Let me guess,” Jake broke in. “You fantasize giving them a going away present of a blowjob, right?”

“Now you’re leaving the R zone and entering the X zone,” I said.

“Okay, what happens in the R zone?”

“Well, I take a long look at their erection, for example, and then I tell them they must be embarrassed, and ask would it help if I showed them something, too?” I said. “And then I lift up my blouse and push my bra off my boobs and let them take a good, long look. Then I lean over them, with my boobs still exposed, and kiss them lightly on the lips.”

“Wow,” Jake said. “Do they stroke their cocks, or play with your boobs?”

“Yes, usually,” I said.

“Which one, cock or boobs?” Jake asked.

“Both, of course,” I replied.

“Okay, babe, now I’m ready for the X Zone,” Jake said, and as he said it his cock twitched.

“Okay,” I said. “Sometimes in my fantasies I stop there. But usually I go farther still, and when they ask for sex, or offer to pay me for sex, I agree and we do it right there on the hospital bed.”

“There’s more, isn’t there?” Jake asked.

“Yes. Are you sure you want to hear the rest? We’re entering serious X rated territory,” I said.

Jake was sure. His cock was already hard and sticking straight up. “I think we entered X territory when they offer you money for sex and you agree, my dear. If that’s R rated, then wow, I can’t wait for X rated!” Jake said. He was now in a state of lust.

I ignored his commentary and continued, “Most rooms are double occupancy, but there are privacy curtains. But as you know better than anyone, I tend to softly moan during sex, and the man in the other bed hears me moaning. I end up either blowing him, or fucking him too, in order to keep him quiet and not to lose my job.”

“Jesus, Gail, that’s a spectacular and detailed fantasy,” Jake said, with awe in his voice. Then he paused, a sudden realization hitting him over the head. “Holy shit, Gail, have you done that?”

I did not answer, but Jake kept pushing. Finally I said, “It was before I met you, Jake. I would never do such a thing now! And it was only the one time,” I quickly said.

“Two men, back to back like that? God, Gail, you are one smoking hot babe!”

I blushed, and then Jake practically raped me right in the bedroom. As he did me, I was fantasizing we were doing it in the main room, but of course I did not tell him that! Some fantasies I have to keep to myself. I really am incorrigible.

The next night, Jake wanted me to tell him a fantasy I had not already acted out.

“How about instead one I’d like to act out again?” I proposed. He agreed, all excited, and I told him of the time I had sex with a doctor in an empty hospital room, where we could have been discovered at any moment.

I told him that happened with three different doctors over a period of some months. I added if we acted it out, he would be the doctor, of course.

It started because a doctor had found me having sex with the two patients that one time, and then blackmailed me into having sex with him. I agreed happily; I was single back then and having fun. Apparently he told at least two other doctors he had found a “slut nurse,” and that’s why I ended up fucking three doctors.

Two of the doctors ended up dating me for a while, but when one of them tried to pass me around to his friends, I ended it quickly. There are degrees to just how much of a slut I am. Or better, I was. That’s also why I moved to the hospital I work at now. I have you, thank God, so those horny days kocaeli ucuz escort at work are over!

Jake was stupefied and stared at me in admiration with his mouth open, in an expression of awe and lust. I think he had no idea just how outrageous a slut I was before I met him. But hey, lots of women sleep with lots of men before they find the right one and settle down. So I don’t think I was so much of a slut. I was more of a girl looking for love. And I found it, too, with Jake.

Jake wanted more, he was insatiable it seemed that evening. So I continued.

I told him about the time I had sex outdoors at a highway rest stop, where again I was at a large risk of being discovered. I reassured him again that all of these sex acts involving other men were before I met him.

I proposed we act out one of the two fantasies, and he could choose which one.

Jake wanted to know how the highway rest stop sex came about. “A car trip with one of your boyfriends before me, I guess,” he said, and I blushed.

“No,” I said. Now Jake was confused, but I stayed silent.

“Who then?” Jake asked.

I stayed silent, but Jake would not let it go. Finally, I caved.

“I never did know his name,” I said. I went on to explain. I was on a long drive and really had to pee, but when I went to the toilets at the rest stop, they were filthy. Some poor soul had had diarrhea and did not quite make it to the toilet.

So I went out to the picnic area, which was deserted at that time of day, and I took off my shorts and panties so as not to soil them, and I squatted and did my business.

A man had been watching me it turned out, and when I finished peeing he took me in his arms and kissed me. I was not given a chance to dress and we just kissed like that. His hand found my bare ass, and next his fingers found my cunt while we kissed, and one thing led to another. After a little while, I was on my hands and knees and he was fucking me from behind.

“Holy shit,” Jake said. “Did anyone see you two doing it?”

“Yes,” I said, “His friend that he was traveling with came looking for him, and he saw us doing it. When we were done, his friend stripped me completely naked and took sloppy seconds.

“The first guy took me a second time when his friend finished. That was when I came, during the third fuck. It was glorious, I remember. Then they got in their car and drove off, after kissing me goodbye, of course.

“I had cum all over my stomach, boobs, and back, but there was nothing I could do about it just then, I just put my clothes on and continued my drive,” I finished.

“You’re a real slut, Gail,” Jake said, but I think he meant it in an affectionate way.

“Yes, I know,” I said, “But now that I have found you, my slutty days are over.”

That weekend Jake rented a car and we drove to upstate New York. Jake drove two hours and was halfway to Albany before he pulled off at a rest stop. He should have taken Route 17 through the Catskill Mountains; there are a lot fewer people on the road. But I never interfere with a man’s driving. They’re much too sensitive about it.

At the highway rest stop Jake chose, there were lots of people about, but Jake was determined. He took me behind the building to a service road where dumpsters were. It’s a rather unpleasant area so few people venture back there. However, it can be seen from the highway.

“This is not a very romantic setting, Jake,” I said. “Let’s find another rest stop.”

“I need you now, Gail. I’m aching for you,” he said. Jake kissed me and then slowly undressed me until I was naked. We could be discovered at any minute, and this risk of discovery turned me on immensely.

He put me on my hands and knees and entered me from behind. No foreplay, no nothing, but it was okay because I was already wet just from the situation.

As Jake pounded away at me I heard voices. They were male voices. Two men were watching Jake and me go at it. They were commenting on how hot I was, and how they loved seeing my boobs bounce around as “that guy nails her.”

When Jake pulled out and shot his load on my back, the two men applauded. Jake was surprised, I think he was so wrapped up in fucking me that he had neither heard nor noticed them. I stood up, smiled at them, and bowed. One of them cried out, “Encore,” and Jake smiled at them.

Jake shocked me when he said, “It’s okay with me if the lady says yes.”

Surprised, the alpha male smiled but did not ask the lady (that would be me) and instead just kissed me and fingered my cunt. Of course I could have objected and not let him do that, but I did not.

If Jake wanted this, then I guessed I was okay with it, too. I really am an easy slut.

It was all surprisingly similar to my rest stop story. I looked at Jake and he nodded and said aloud to me, “Go for it, Gail.”

The alpha stranger laid me down, spread my legs, and took me in missionary darıca escort position. It was thrilling again to be fucked by a stranger in public. He pumped in and out and I began to start breathing irregularly. My breasts began to heave a bit. I raised myself to meet his thrusts, and then I wrapped my legs around him to pull him into me.

I almost never cum from fucking. That first time at the rest stop was one of the few times I’ve cum while fucking, and it was only on the third fuck. So it did not surprise me when I had not cum from Jake’s nice fuck, nor when I did not cum from the alpha stranger’s fuck.

Again, it was the third fuck, also in the missionary position, when I took on the second stranger, when I came. It felt so good; all that tension just drifted away, and I relaxed in a puddle of bliss, barely noticing that the man was still pounding away at my cunt.

The two strangers were now finished with me. They both shook hands with Jake, and I heard one of the men congratulate him on his truly fine slut. I remember he said, “She is built for sex, and knows how to use her equipment. I loved fucking her. You are one hell of a lucky guy.”

I just lay there on my back, my legs spread and oozing cum, my boobs a sweaty mess, a sight for anyone to stumble upon if he or she walked behind the main building of the rest stop.

Jake helped me get up and he helped me get dressed, leaving off my bra, and then we went inside the rest stop. I used the bathroom, sitting on the toilet a long time while cum from the two strangers dribbled out of me. I smelled of sex, but there was little I could do about that.

They don’t sell perfume at highway rest stops. After the ladies room I bought a candy bar and a small bottle of water. We returned to our rental car and drove on home.

Jake relived what we had done at that rest stop all the way home, giving me graphic, detailed and loving descriptions of my sex with the two strangers, as well as with him. He was in awe of me. It was the first time he had witnessed in person what a flaming slut I was capable of being.

I was quietly happy that he was thrilled by my wanton promiscuity, and not grossed out by it, as I imagine most men would have been.

The next night Jake asked me to tell him another fantasy. He wanted to hear them all. I warned him the next ones were extreme, and they were most definitely not to be acted out. He reassured me he was cool. I had him swear up and down three times that we would not act out the fantasies I was to tell him.

I will share with you the tamest of my fantasies, which was the first one I shared with Jake. I grew up in a part of the country where there were drive-in movie theaters during the summer.

You don’t find them around New York anymore, or at least I have not found them. I guess it’s just too crowded around here to have them.

The fantasy is that I’m on a date. We go to a drive-in movie where you watch the movie in your car, with a sound box attached to the window. The man I’m with puts the moves on me, one thing leads to another, and we move to the back seat where he undresses me and once I’m naked he has his way with me.

Men in the neighboring cars see us doing it, and by chance they know my date, and ask if they can do me, too. I am horrified, but somehow I am pressured into agreeing.

Actually the part about pressuring me into agreeing is the hottest part of the fantasy, at least for me. Then I do them, two at a time, one in the mouth, the other you know where. Altogether I fuck five men in the course of the one movie (plus the previews).

I told this story slowly, giving lots of spicy details to Jake about my fantasy of fucking the five men (the number five includes my date, of course). Of course he asked if I had ever done that, and I was able truthfully to say that no, I had never done it, it was only a super hot fantasy I sometimes used to get myself off. I told him that I imagined lots of women had that fantasy, but none of them actually ever wanted it in reality.

I got a little troubled; I could see Jake’s mind working. I told him again it was only a fantasy, and reminded him again that we were not to act on it. I did not want a gangbang. There is a difference between fantasy and reality. The difference can be very big.

A month later football season began, and Jake asked if I would mind if he invited a few friends over to watch the game together on Sunday afternoon. I told him to go ahead, I would go to the movies. He said no, he’d love it if I would stay and play hostess and wear some sexy clothes.

He wanted to show me off to his friends, and he actually said that, so that they could see how lucky he was to have me as his girlfriend. He also said it might be fun for me, from the exhibitionist side.

I told him he was a sexist pig, and I was not to be objectified, but secretly the idea turned me on. So I ended up doing as he asked. Jake and I had drinks before his friends came over, to relax a bit, since I was tense. When I had a nice buzz, Jake asked if I would agree to play a game for him. Of course I asked what he meant.

“Everyone will be rooting for our home team, including me. But to make it more interesting, each time the other team scores a field goal or a point after kick, you agree to kiss one of my friends, okay?”

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Ricardo handed me my favorite drink, the infamous Long Island Ice Tea. I’d just returned from the lady’s room. I needed to splash cold water on my face to sober me up. I was losing my control. I’d been warned at the office about Ricardo’s reputation of sexual conquests. Yet I considered it a challenge to put this player in his place.

My reputation as being the Sexy Ice Princess was well earned. I’d taken on corporate CEOs; supervisors and they all went away with a very limp impotent cock.

Ricardo with his dark Latino good looks seemed to breaking through my frigid sexual exterior. Damn him, no way was he going to get me all hot and bothered, I said as I looked at my reflection in the mirror.

My tight pink low cut sweater accented my hard, pointy nipples that stood at attention on my full 42-DD breasts. The pink color heightened how erotic my breasts looked.

I wore a tight dark pink denim skirt that hugged my ass. The snaps down the front of skirt went from the first snap at my navel to the last snap that ended at my ankles. I loved teasing a man with how I dressed. Part of being a Sexy Ice Princess was to drip sexuality while freezing out the hottest, horniest, sexiest men into being another snowman in my collection. I actually added a snowman to my collection of snowmen I collected at the office. They were my reminders

That even a red-hot lover can be turned into a snowman.

I retouched my lipstick. My pouty full lips were ready to ice out Ricardo. I smiled confidently as I thought of adding a special edition snowman to my collection to remember my conquest tonight.

“Here, baby, I got you your favorite drink,” he said softly as he nuzzled my neck with his lips.

I gently pushed him away and said,” Honey, let me finish this yummy drink. “

“Ah, baby, “Ricardo said,” Don’t you know what a hot woman you are? You’ve got so much to give a man.”

His dark brown eyes ran up and down my figure rakishly.

He licked his lips when he whispered in my ear,” Honey,

I can kocaeli escort bring you into such ecstasy tonight.”

I laughed a little too loudly as I pulled myself away from him. I gulped down my drink.

“Please, honey, get me another drink,” I said as I kissed him primly on his lips.

Ricardo signaled to the bar man and said,” Bring her a Long Island Ice Ecstasy. The rage of women in power.”

It looked and smelled like a Long Island Ice Tea except it had a slight bitter aftertaste.

I began to feel very hot. Ricardo began to kiss me deeply as he felt up my breasts. I didn’t know what was happening…

I began to kiss him back and moan out loud.

“Now, baby, I dare to you to flash your sexy breasts? I’ll make them feel really good after you do that,” he promised as

He rubbed my nipples through my sweater.

I felt my panties get wet as he kept rubbing my breasts. He stopped. I felt myself lusting for his touch, me the Sexy Ice Princess. What had happened to me? I couldn’t stop myself from pulling my tight pink sweater off. My full ripe breasts bounced out as they were loosened from their tight knit prison.

Men gathered around Ricardo and me. Low whistles of approval were heard.

“Baby, lick your nipples. “

“Ricardo, pinch those big nips, show her who is boss!”

“Hey, let me bite them if you aren’t man enough to!”

I couldn’t believe how good it felt to rub my hands down my breasts. I didn’t want it to stop so I pushed up one of my heavy full breasts into my mouth. I began to flick my nipples with my tongue. I found myself moaning in pleasure.

Ricardo took my other breast and began to play with my nipple in-between his fingers. He first rubbed them softly, gently than he got rougher and rougher. He started to pull and pinch my nipple. I dropped my nipple as he gained possession of both of my nipples. I leaned against the bar and moaned as he began to lick, bite and mark my breasts.

I felt the cum run kocaeli rus escort trickling down my leg as I watched the men around me pull out their cocks and start to jerk off to my moans.

Ricardo stopped. I felt hot, fevered and horny. I felt like a slut in front of all these people but I didn’t care. I needed what Ricardo was offering. I’d deal with the consequences tomorrow…tomorrow would be another day.

“Now, baby, you are still too overdressed. I dare you to take off your hot long skirt,” He said with a devilish smirk,” Let me satisfy you. Haven’t I satisfied these beautiful breasts?”

He playfully tugged on one of my nipples. I whimpered softly,” Yes, you are the first to satisfy me with your touch.”

I quickly unsnapped the long row of snaps that ran down the front of my skirt.

I was standing there in my lacy black underwear. My fiery red pubic hairs curled outside of my wet panties. Ricardo slowly kissed his way down navel. He stopped. He ran his

Large fingers over my wet panty clad cunt.

He smiled wickedly and said,”Sloppy wet. Your ice princess act was just a tease now wasn’t it?”

He ran his fingers down my thighs to my ankles. He began to kiss and lick his way up my leg. I felt like I was going to go crazy from desire as he inched his way up my leg closer and closer to my wet hot pussy.

He buried his nose into my panty-covered pussy.

“God, you smell of sex. Tell me you want me to remove your panties,” He said as rubbed his fingers over my panty-covered cunt.

“Ricardo, please take off my panties,” I begged loudly forgetting the crowd around us.

He ripped my lacy panties off me.

A cheer went up in the bar but I didn’t hear it. My body and soul wanted Ricardo to fan the flame of my red-hot lust for him, for sex. Nothing else mattered…not my reputation, not the consequences.

He lifted me up and positioned my pussy in front of his face. All the men around could see where izmit ucuz escort my cum glistened on my red pubic hairs.

He began to seductively flick me up and down my pussy lips. I moaned as he started to lick harder and more intensely up and down. I felt his tongue zero in on my clit.

I gasped out “Ricardo, don’t stop!” As he started to suck my clit. I started cum again and again. The slurping noises he was making as he was eating my love juices just made me hotter and hornier. I pushed him deeper into my pussy.

“Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her,” the crowd said behind us.

Ricardo lifted me onto a table and pulled me to the edge.

I saw him unzip his tight jeans. His dark brown cock

Sprung out. It was so huge and thick. I didn’t care that I was losing my cherry in front of a crowd. I wanted to feel him in me. He had melted me by his touches.

He pulled my legs apart and pushed his thick head into me.

“God, baby, this is some tight fit. A good fucking should make looser for the next guy,” he said as pushed deeper and deeper into me.

“A virgin, a God damn virgin,” he said with glee as rammed his cock up against my hymen. I cried out in pain as he plowed deep into me.

I felt a tingling in between my legs as he thrust again and again into me. I felt my cunt contract around his big cock.

I felt cum run down my ass again and again.

My cunt started to milk his cock. I felt his huge cock jerk and explode inside me. I felt his thick white sperm fill my pussy to overflowing. He brought out his softened bloodied cock for all to see.

“Who wants sloppy seconds?” he said,” The Sexy Ice Princess just came into heat like a bitch thanks to ecstasy.”

“I do,” said Mr. Phillips, my CEO, “This prick tease deserves to be skewered by every cock here.”

I couldn’t say no . Ricardo had lit a fire in me. I don’t remember how I got home after I was “skewered” again and again at the bar.

When I came into work , I found my snowman collection mysteriously gone. In its place were erotic statuettes of men and men in various positions of sex play. At first, I wanted to get rid of them until I remember the nickname Ricardo gave me that night the Erotic Ecstasy Princess. Ecstasy has let the erotic woman in me. I’d rather be the Princess of Erotic Ecstasy than the Sexy Ice Princess any day.

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My name is Connie. Bob was the man that took my cherry when I was 17 and in High School. That happened in the back seat of his Father’s car out by the lake. I had been out with a few boys before Bob but none of them got too far with me.

My first real puppy love, though, was Terry. I let him play with my sweet young breasts and he was the first boy to touch my vagina. I didn’t know what was happening to me when my body began to tingle all over. I know now that I was about to have my first orgasm with Terry. But I made him stop when my body started responding in this new way. Terry stole a car not long after that and he ended up going away to boy’s school. That was the end of our relationship. I then started dating Bob.

Soon after high school we were married. A few years into our marriage Bob started bringing these men’s magazines into our home. You know the ones, Playboy, Penthouse, Gallery and some others. At first I was upset about these magazines. I felt like he liked looking at other women over me. But Bob assured me that I was the only woman for him. Sure he looked at the girls in these magazines but none of them held a candle to me, he would say. He knew just what to say to smooth me over.

Anyway Bob said he got them for the stories. He couldn’t believe all the things that guys got their wives to do. I told him they are not true stories, just some perverts writing them. In any case Bob would read the stories for hours on end.

One day I was home alone and picked up one of his magazines to read what had him so engrossed all of the time. The first one I read was about some guy that liked for his wife to go out and screw other guys. Then come home and have sex with him with the other mans sperm still inside her. I was thinking how sick this was and how could any guy enjoy something like this?

I went on to the next story. It was along the same lines, wife getting fucked and her husband going nuts about it. The way some of the stories were worded was starting to get to me. I don’t know why but I slipped off my shorts and started rubbing my pussy right through my little red bikini panties.

I’ve never masturbated a lot in my 25 years but this story was getting to me big time. I got the crotch of my little panties super wet. Without even thinking about it I slipped my hand under the waistband of my panties, my fingers ran down over my clean shaven mound to my wet slit. I ran my middle finger up and down my pussy slit a few times making it very wet. I then started rubbing my hard clitoris with my index and middle fingers. I put the magazine down, closed my eyes and made up my own story in my head.

I imagined I was having sex with my brother in-law in his bedroom. It was hot and sweaty and after we both came he left the room leaving me flat on my back in the middle of his rumpled bed with his cum running out of me. Then Bob came into the room and climbed between my legs. He slipped his rock-hard cock in my cummy pussy and moaned how good it felt with his brother’s cum inside me.

As I played this out in my head I had this great orgasm. Well, I was hooked now. I would read some of the stories over and over again. I didn’t let Bob know that his sweet little wife was reading his books and getting herself off sometimes three times a day. I was now happy when I would see him bring a new magazine home with him.

One night we were laying in bed reading. I was reading my People magazine and Bob one of his men’s magazines. I looked down and saw he was sporting a big hard-on in his boxers. I wrapped my fingers around his hard cock and asked him if the story he was reading was that good?

“Yes.” He moaned.

“What’s it about?” I asked.

He said, “It’s about some guy’s wife taking turns fucking her husband and then his friend in the same bed.”

As I stroked his cock I said, “Oh, so that stuff really turns you on does it?”

Bob moaned, “Mmmm, yes.”

Stroking his cock faster and keeping the game going I then said, “Would you like to watch me screw one of your friends?”

Closing his eyes and laying his head back on the pillow Bob moaned, “Mmmm, oh yes, that would be so sexy.”

On the one hand I was half-angry and on the other half turned-on to hear my husband say that. I then asked, “So you would like to feel another man’s sperm inside my pussy, would you?”

Bob moaned out, “oh god yes!” His hard cock jerked in my hand and sperm came flying out. A big wad of cum landed on his belly and I milked more out, running over my fingers as I kept jacking him off.

Once I had him milked dry I asked him in an angry tone, “So who would you like to see fuck me? He knew that from the tone of my voice I wasn’t happy.

Bob said, “Oh honey, I would never let some guy fuck you. And I wouldn’t like to see that. It’s just a fantasy thing. You know a guy thing.”

I looked at him and said, “A guy thing? What’s that? I don’t have a fantasy of seeing you fuck other girls.”

He tried to hug me but I pushed him away and told escort izmit him to go clean up his fantasy cum and leave me alone. I let him go to sleep that night thinking I was mad at him. I for sure didn’t let him know that I was just as turned-on about the idea as he was.

The next morning I woke up dreaming about sex with strange men. My hips were moving up to meet my dream lover as I moaned out that I was cumming. As my orgasm flashed through my body I opened my eyes to see that Bob had the crotch of my little black lace panties pulled to the side and was sucking on my hard clit. I held his head in my hands, rolled my hips up to his mouth and groaned, “oh god yessss I’m cummiiiiing!”

Finally my orgasm came to an end as Bob kept licking my pussy from top to bottom. When he stopped licking, he said, “What were you dreaming about baby?”

I lied and said nothing, that it was what he’d done and that it just felt so good.

Bob laughed and said, “Bullshit. Is that why you moaned out, ‘oh god fuck me Sam’ before you woke up? Sam who? What Sam were you dreaming about?”

Well it was time for the truth so I said in a very low voice, “Your brother. I was dreaming that your brother was screwing me. Don’t ask me why, it just came to me in my sleep.”

Bob smiled and said, “See, you’re just like me. Is it so bad to have a fantasy?” he asked as he was moving up over the top of me.

I said, “Well, maybe not, as long as it’s just a fantasy. I would never really want have sex with your brother.”

“I would hope not! But you can always pretend like you’re having sex with Sam if you want. Just close your eyes and think that Sam is sliding his hard cock in you right now.” Bob lined his cock up to the entrance of my very wet pussy and pushed just the head inside me. I moaned, “Mmmmmm yes.”

Bob then said, “Why don’t you tell Sam what you would like him to do to you?”

I closed my eyes and played right into his hand. I moaned, “Oh god Sam, fuck me, please fuck me.”

Bob pushed is hard cock deep inside me and said, “Does Sam’s cock feel good deep inside your pussy?”

“Oh god yes!” I moaned out as I pushed up to meet his thrusts.

Bob started pump his hard cock in my wet pussy fast and hard. He then whispered in my ear, “Would you like Sam to cum inside you?”

Pumping up to him I moaned, “Yes, YES! Cum with me, cum in me. Yes! YES! Give me your cum.”

Bob was now pumping in and out of me at full speed. He was fucking me like he had years ago. I was going out of my mind under him as I tried to keep in time with him. All this time my orgasm was building deep inside me.

Then Bob pushed deep into me and moaned out, “Oh God! I’m going to cum in my brother’s wife!”

That did it for me as I pushed up to Bob’s jerking cock. His sperm was squirting deep into me as I moaned very loud, “Oh yes Sam! Fill me with your hot cum!” My orgasm took over my body as I milked Bob’s cock with my twitching pussy, imagining that it was his brother Sam cumming deep inside of me.

Well, that was the real start of our role playing. From that morning on we would read sexy stories together then play them out in the bedroom. Bob even went so far as to get some sex toys to add to our fun. One of our favorites is this rubber-vibrating dildo. It’s over a foot long and a little bigger around than a D battery. It is dark brown and looks just like a real black man’s penis. Not that I’ve seen any in real life. Bob used that thing on me and we acted like I was getting fucked by a black man then Bob would have his turn with me. Our sex lives just kept getting better and better.

It was right around this time that we started thinking about having children. With me being 25 it was about time to start a family. So the birth control pills went in the trash. Each time we made love I was hoping that this would be the time his little sperms would make their way to my eggs. And you know what they say. If at first you don’t succeed keep on trying until you do succeed. We tried a lot and a lot more.

But after a year or so of no luck in the baby department I started thinking that something wrong with me. After a few trips to the Doctor and a ton of test she told me that I was fine. She said to have Bob come in and have some tests done. I told Bob this and he got mad and said bullshit, he was fine, and that we’d just keep trying.

It was also around this time that our sex lives became a little wilder.

We were having a ‘cook out pool party’ in our backyard one afternoon. Being the hostess I usually don’t have time to play in the pool so I didn’t dress in my bikini. I just slipped on a pair of shorts and a tee shirt. After getting dressed, as I was coming out of the bedroom Bob stopped me.

“Why don’t we tease the guys at the party a little today?” he said.

“Tease them like how!” I asked.

“I don’t know, maybe you could wear a mini skirt with no panties and flash our male guests from time to time.”

I kocaeli evi olan escort looked at him and said, “Yeah, keep dreaming big boy. That’s not going to happen.”

Bob started playing with my left breast and said, “Well then, how about you go braless today? It would really turn me on to see the guys checking out your great set of tits. You have nice tits, what would it hurt teasing them a little?”

I said, “Are you kidding me? It would turn you on to see guys checking out my boobs?”

“Hell yes it would,” Bob replied. “Will you do it for me baby?”

I smiled at him and said, “Okay love, if it’ll make you happy.”

I went back in the bedroom and removed my shirt and bra. With the bra gone I put the white tee shirt back on. The A/C in the house was really low and the cool air had my nipples sticking out a good inch. My breasts stand up real nice with out a bra with just a little sag. They just bounce all around like water balloons when I walk. Plus I had to be careful when I bent over. My V neck tee shirt would give anybody looking a good view of my breasts down the front of my shirt.

I went in the kitchen and started getting things together for our guests due anytime now.

Bob came in and said, “Now that’s what I’m talking about.” He came over to me and started playing with my breasts right through my shirt. He had been out cleaning the grill.

I pushed him away and said, “Stop it, you’re all dirty.”

As he was walking back outside he said, “The guys are going to love your hard nipples. They’ll be wishing they could have a go with them.”

I just hoped the wives and girls didn’t think I was acting too sluttish by letting my boobs bounce all over in front of their husbands and boyfriends.

Our party was in full swing by early evening. Everybody seemed to be having fun and the beer was flowing like water. Bob and I are not big drinkers so we had to pace ourselves. The guests were drinking the stuff like it was the last day they were going to get any. Me, just three beers and I’m out of it. Bob always says I’m a very cheep date. But then, all he can do is a six pack and he passes out, drunk.

So after two beers I started drinking the punch. I wasn’t sure how many Bob had had. Then I was in the kitchen getting more buns out when one of Bob’s friends named Mark came in. “Shit Connie, is it cold in here or are you just happy to see me?”

I looked at him and said, “What are you talking about?” Thinking he was drunk and just not making sense.

Mark laughed and pointed at my chest and said, “Your nipples are really sticking out. Not that that’s a bad thing. I like it. I was just asking if you’re horny or cold, that’s all?”

I turned a real dark shade of red as I turn way from him and said, “Mark you’re crazy.”

Mark moved up behind me and said, “Don’t be mad at me. I was just hoping that I turned you on and that what was making your nipples so hard.”

I knew I shouldn’t be talking to Mark about the state of my nipples so I just said, “Mark I think you’ve had a little too much to drink. Maybe you should go back out by the pool.”

He put his hands on my shoulders and turned me around facing him, “Would you mind if I give one of your nipples a kiss first?”

I was just about to go running for Bob, when he came in the door and said, “Where’s those buns?” I took the opportunity to follow Bob back outside with the buns in my hand, leaving Mark in the kitchen alone.

As we walked back out I thanked him, “You just saved me from being raped in the kitchen.”

“How’s that?” he asked.

“I’ll tell ya later,” I told him.

So after the party was over and things were all cleaned up I headed for bed. I had just taken my shirt off when Bob walked in the bedroom. He walked up behind me and cupped my breasts in his hands.

As he was rolling my hard nipples around he said, “Your tits were a big hit today.”

“A big hit in what way?” I asked.

He said he was in the pool floating around and floated over by a group of guys standing next to the pool. They were talking about how nice your tits looked. They were hoping that you would get pushed in the pool so they could get a good look at your hard nipples. He said this gave him an instant hard-on hearing them talk like that.

When I told him what had happened in the kitchen and Bob went nuts. He picked me up and dropped me on the bed. “Why didn’t you let Mark kiss your nipples?”

I hit him on the arm and said, “Yeah, right! If I did that he’d tell all your friends and the guys would be lined up. I’m sure you’d like all your friends kissing your wife’s nipples.”

Bob had my shorts and panties off in record time. And just as fast he was on top of me and between my legs. As he was slipping his hard cock inside me he asked, “Do you think you would have liked for Mark sucking on your nipples?”

As Bob shoved into me I just moaned, “Mmmmm, maybe.”

“Next izmit rus escort time, will you let him kiss them?”

As I hooked my legs around Bob’s hips and pushed up to him I moaned out, “Mmmmm yes, next time.”

That statement made Bob into a wild man. He started pumping into me hard and fast. I don’t recall him ever screwing me as hard and as fast as he was right then. And feel good, wow, it felt great!

I had no idea that this little boob show that I put on that day would make us both so horny. We didn’t have sex that night; we just fucked. In fact, we fucked almost all night. Bob just kept going forever that night. I’m not sure how many orgasms I ended up having.

The next morning after a long slow wake up screw Bob told me he had a plan for our next party. It didn’t have to be a party it could be any get together. He wanted me to dress a little sexier and do a little teasing. He would have a few drinks and act like he was really drunk and falling asleep in a chair near me. I could lead some guy on as he watched though slits in his eyes. If the guy started getting too out of control Bob could wake up and look around like he didn’t know what was happening, putting a stop to anything going on.

I said, “You’re asking me to act like a slut with one of your friends?”

“It could be anybody,” Bob replied. “It doesn’t have to be one of my friends. It could be just some guy that you find attractive, it doesn’t matter who. After all you’re not going to be doing anything but teasing him.”

“And just how far would I go with this person?” I asked.

“Just as far as you want. If he starts thinking that he’s going to get into your panties, I’ll wake up and save you. Then I’ll be the one getting in your panties later. You know how good that’ll be.”

I told Bob that he was nuts and that it was a bad thing to do to some poor guy.

He laughed and said, “Fuck him, he’ll have to take care of himself later. And guys like being teased. Then after we’re done with him we can go take care of each other. What ya think?”

I smiled and said, “I think I’ll need a few drinks to do this, but what the hell, sounds like it could be fun.”

Bob hugged me and said, “Maybe we could try something next weekend.”

I gave him a hug and kiss back and said, “I’m sure you’ll think of something.”

Well the next Saturday Bob came in from doing his yard work and asked if I would like to go for dinner later on and then stop by Mo-Joes for a drink?

Mo-Joes is a dive bar that a lot of his friends hang out at on the weekends. “Why that shit hole?” I asked.

Bob came up to me and took me in his arms. Squeezing my ass with both his hands he said, “I was thinking we could try teasing someone tonight, if you’re up to it? And that would be a good place to find someone we know.”

“You want me to tease someone we know, out in public like that?”

“Oh no,” Bob said. “We’ll get whoever it is to come back to the house with us. That way we’ll have control over what happens. And other people won’t get the wrong idea about you.”

I felt a little better after hearing that, but I still wasn’t 100% sure about what we were getting into. This was going to be a first for me playing a slut housewife with some other man. But the idea of doing it had my nipples hard and I was soaking wet.

A few hours later after a shower I asked Bob what he would like me to wear?

Bob just smiled and said, “You pick out your outfit, just make it a skirt or dress, okay?”

I said, “Okay, but it’s not going to be too dressy, seeing how we are going to Mo-Joes.”

Bob laughed, “You’re right, you might get your clothes dirty just sitting on the barstools in that place.”

As I was fixing my hair Bob dressed in some nice jeans and a dress shirt. After he was dressed he left the bedroom leaving me alone to get dressed.

First I slipped on a little pair of powder blue French-cut bikini panties. They are very sheer and see-through both front and back. Next I put on my Victoria’s Secret matching push-up bra. It is also very sheer and see-through. You could see my dark nipples right through the lace front. Next I rolled on a pair of lace topped suntan colored thigh-high stockings. They came up just an inch or so below my crotch making it easy to wear a shorter skirt or dress that I knew Bob would like. I wasn’t sure what skirt or dress I should wear.

As I was looking through my closet I came across my little blue and light blue plaid Catholic Schoolgirl skirt. It comes down about mid-thigh with pleats that flare out making it look shorter than it is. I’m thinking this will do, Bob loves me in this skirt. I stepped in the skirt and pulled it up my legs. I zipped up the back then checked myself out in the mirror. Oh my goodness this skirt looks really short, oh well.

I then picked out this white long-sleeved front button shirt. I buttoned up the middle of the shirt, and then tied the bottom of it in a knot right below my breast. This left my tanned midriff fully exposed for everyone to see. And the fact that my push up bra was pushing my breasts up and out I was showing a lot of cleavage.

I slipped on a pair of sexy 4-inch heel ankle strap sandals. I was happy with what I seen in the mirror as I checked myself out one more time. I did my make-up and went to meet Bob in the living room.

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I was a little early for our dinner date and, since you didn’t answer the door when I knocked, I let myself in with the key you gave me a few weeks ago. I walked into the living room, and heard the shower running, so I made myself comfortable on the couch. After a few minutes, I heard the water cut off.

You came out of the bathroom, with one towel wrapped tight around your bosom, and another tying up your wet hair. You smiled that mischievous little grin as you walked past me, and I just couldn’t resist. I jumped up from the couch and wrapped my arms around you from behind.

You giggled and said “We’re going to be late.” Rather than argue about it, I gently kissed your neck. The whisper of a moan you let out told me you didn’t really care about being late. I continued kissing and sucking softly on your neck, running my hands up and down your soft body. As I cupped your left breast, the knot holding the towel broke loose, and the towel fell to the floor. You pushed your ass back against me, grinding and moaning. I could feel my pants getting tighter as you commanded the attention of my manhood. I pulled your head to the side, and kissed you passionately. We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I pulled the towel from your wet hair and let it fall back against my chest, the water soaking through my shirt. I ran my hands down your body, caressing your sides, your stomach, your hips, and your backside. I ran my fingers lightly through your freshly trimmed bush, my other hand playing with your breasts again, tickling and tugging on your nipples. I started gently toying with the folds of your femininity, teasing and tempting. You were grinding hard back against me. You could feel my rock hard member aching to get out of my trousers. You spread your feet a little, allowing me better access to play with your swollen clit. You pulled your body away from mine just enough to slide a hand between us and squeeze my cock through my pants. You began to unbuckle my belt, but I stopped you.

“Not yet” I whispered. I turned your back to the wall, and pushed you against it. I started kissing and sucking on your neck again, then began working my way down with my mouth. Kissing and licking your throat, your chest, stopping to suck on each nipple for a while, then continuing to your belly button. I was on my knees by now, and you willingly threw your leg over my shoulder, and grabbed the back of my head. I teased you for a while, licking and kissing the insides of your thighs, then licking the length of your gash, then back to the thighs.

“You’re soooo mean…” you moaned. I worked my tongue between your lips and worked it around and around, lapping up your juices, circling your clit. I worked my way down a little more, to get a better angle, and began sucking on your clit while teasing it with my tongue. You were breathing heavy, and I could feel the muscles in your legs tightening as you moaned louder and louder. I worked my tongue inside you, flicking it up and down while thrusting it in and out, enjoying every drop of your juicy pussy. The patch of skin between your breasts was red, as was your face, and I wondered for a second if the neighbors could hear you moaning. I put my tongue back on your clit and licked it as fast as I could, creating a vibration.

You started screaming when I sucked your clit back into my mouth, still vibrating it with my tongue. Your body was trembling, and you were glistening with a light coat of sweat. It was the only time I ever heard you use the F word. “Oh God! Oh! Oh! Oh FUCK! Oh! Oooh! Mmmmm….” The screams subsided to moans, and the trembling faded away.

I stood up and kissed you passionately again, making you taste yourself on my tongue. You reached for my belt again, and almost had it unbuckled when I stopped you again.

“After dinner” I said. “C’mon… go get dressed.” You just grinned and blushed as you walked toward the bedroom.

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After we finished our entrée’s, the waiter brought us a piece of fresh made cheesecake with strawberries and whipped cream, with two forks. As he walked away, I felt your hand on my thigh, sliding upwards.

“Why you dirty little girl!” I whispered with a grin, as you squeezed me through my pants. My cock started growing the instant you touched it.

You just smiled back, and said “I know what I want for desert” as you squeezed again. I fed you a bite of the cheesecake as I felt you fingers searching for my zipper. Your hand reached inside as you licked the whipped cream from your lips. “And you call me dirty. You’re the one not wearing any boxers!” Your cool hand on my hot manhood sent a chill up my spine, and the thought that the people around us might know what you were doing was almost more than I could bear. I wasn’t even hard yet, but I felt like I was going to explode right there under the table. You caressed the veiny flesh of my rod izmit escort until it was standing at full attention. When you twisted your arm around to reach downward and fondle my balls, I just knew everyone knew what you were doing. Your arm rubbed against the underside of my prick as you rubbed and rolled the boys between your fingers.

You lowered your arm to its previous position as the waiter walked up, and grabbed me firmly as he asked “Will there be anything else this evening?”

I half answered, half moaned, “Not from you. Thank you.” He put the check in front of me and snuck away with a knowing smirk on his face. I reached for my wallet as you pulled me from my cotton prison and began stroking me hard under the table. When you thought no one was looking, you ducked down and pulled me in between your slightly parted lips. You drew me in deep, and I could feel my little soldier’s helmet rubbing the back of your throat. You bounced up and down a few times, and with each penetration, my throbbing head went deeper into your esophagus. I was afraid you were going to gag, but I wasn’t going to stop you. I noticed an old man on the other side of the restaurant was watching us, eyes wide and every denture showing, as his wife studied her soup.

My breath was quickening, my balls tightening, and my cock began to throb in your throat as you pulled away and sat up. You squeezed the base of my cock hard, to keep me from spewing all over the front of my trousers, letting it spasm with no release. When the throbbing stopped, you let go and said “pay the bill. And hurry.” You grabbed your purse, stood up and walked around the table to give me a quick kiss, the turned toward the front door. I didn’t bother to tell you, because it was such a turn on, that in that little dress with no bra, everyone could see your hard nipples from across the room. And, as I watched your cute little tush swish toward the door, I realized you didn’t have panty lines, either. Not even a thong.

I waited patiently for the waiter to return, and gave him my credit card. I was in no hurry, since I wasn’t going to cross the restaurant with an erection poking out anyway. When the waiter came back with my card, I stuffed it and my wallet in my front pocket and stood up, then quickly sat back down again. I sat down so quickly, in fact, that I almost missed the chair.

“A quick adjustment, sir?” The waiter asked.

“Indeed” I nodded, as I fumbled under the table to fight my boner back into my pants.

The waiter pointed toward a hallway that was a helluva lot closer than the front door. “Second door on the right. Straight to the parking lot, sir.”

I thanked him with an extra twenty, on top of the tip I had already given him, and slipped out the back.

When I got to the car, I couldn’t see you through the tinted windows and the rain. I ran around to the driver’s door, yanked it open, and piled myself inside. It took a few minutes to register what you were doing. You had your back to the passenger side door, with one leg on my headrest, and the other on the dashboard. Your dress was pulled up around your waist, with your left hand between your legs and your right inside the top of your dress, playing with your left nipple. I just sat there for a few minutes, listening to your moans and watching your fingers slide in and out, alternating between penetrations and massaging your clit. My erection, which had faded enough to walk out of the restaurant, was back with a vengeance now.

As I put the care in gear, you moaned “Go fast, baby.” I knew what you wanted. I made the turn out of the parking lot, sliding the car sideways on the rain slicked roads as I jammed the accelerator pedal to the floor. I worked the gears like a madman, and had us up to 90 miles an hour in two blocks, then downshifted to take the ramp up to the freeway. I swerved hard across 3 lanes to get in the fast lane, and had the vette up to 120 in no time. Speed always did it for you, and I could hear your breathing getting faster and moans getting louder. I turned on the overhead light so that I could enjoy the show, albeit intermittently, while I drove.

You had two fingers of your right hand inside, with your left middle fingers rubbing your clit furiously. With your back hunched against the door, and your pelvis rotated up against the center console, I knew where you were going as soon as you started working the third finger in. It was no time at all until you had all 4 slipping in and out with ease. My, what a show.

“Why are you slowing down?” you asked.

“He wants to watch, honey.”

“Who?”

You didn’t even notice the truck next to us, hauling 18 tons of steel to God knows where. “The truck driver,” I said. “I think he likes you!”

“He’d like any woman putting on a show like this!” you said. “Ooooh… is he jacking off?” you asked with a grin.

When I said yes, you started working your thumb into your izmit anal yapan escort pussy, for a full blown fist. You started moaning and thrashing, your body caught in the throes of orgasm. Even the truck driver could hear you scream with pleasure, and, although I couldn’t see him below the shoulders, I did see his load fly up and land on the steering wheel.

You laid there, covered in sweat and juices for a few minutes, before turning to a proper seated position. Your dress was still up around your waist, with the straps off of your shoulders. The truck driver and I could both see all that you had to offer, with both beautiful tits hanging out and nothing covering your clean shaven snatch. I waved at him and grinned, he pulled a long sound on the air horn, and you flipped him the bird as you lit your cigarette. As you exhaled that first lung full of nicotine, you turned to me, still smiling, and said “would you take me home and fuck me, already?”

The truck driver blew the horn again as I accelerated past 130 miles an hour, headed for home.

When I pulled off the interstate, I began maneuvering the vette around the side streets as I plead my case.

“Honey, you’ve had me so worked up for so long, it’s never gonna last. This boner wasn’t even half gone from the restaurant when you started that show on the highway. You’ll be lucky if I can hold out five minutes. Hell, I’m shocked that I didn’t cum in my pants!”

You were still gently teasing your clit, with your dress up around your waist and your beautiful breasts glistening under each passing street light. “Aw, you poor thing.” You said, grinning as you started pinching your nipples. “Am I too much for you?”

“You just might be, woman. You might.” I mumbled as I shifted in my seat. You reached across with your right hand and started stroking me through my pants. You deftly unzipped my fly with one hand, and started stroking my veiny member with fury.

“Pull over. Now!” you ordered, and who was I to question. I hit the brakes hard and wheeled over to the curb.

“Oh shit, babe. This is a Police Station!” I said as I reached for the gear shift, intending to move further down the road. You pushed my hand away from the shifter and turned the key off, leaning closer to whisper in my ear.

“Then you better cum fast, so we don’t get arrested.” You whispered, then licked my earlobe. You dove face first into my lap, taking my whole cock into your hungry mouth in one fast motion. You bobbed up and down a few times, and I could feel my head hitting the back of your throat with every stroke. Your hand cupped my balls, teasing and tickling them as they tightened. You held me deep and constricted your throat around the head, squeezing it as your tongue swirled around the base of my shaft, your moans sending vibrations of ecstasy down my prick and up my spine.

“Oh, oh God! Oh FUCK!!!” I yelled through gritted teeth as I felt my load gush deep into your throat. You pulled half of my dick out and kept sucking hard, stealing every drop you could get, enjoying your salty cocktail. The load felt so big that I feared you might drown. I just kept cumming and cumming, for what seemed like forever.

You pulled your mouth away from my throbbing cock and turned your face toward mine. There was a long tendril of my juice hanging from your chin when you smiled at me and said “Thank you, sir. May I have another?” then quickly turned and inhaled me to the root again. You squeezed my balls gently as your esophagus massaged the head of my still throbbing member and your tongue teased my shaft. The throbbing turned to tightening, which became spasms almost instantly. I felt another load of my baby batter spew deep in your mouth. I moaned with ecstasy at the heightened feeling. I had never had an orgasm so intense, I guess because I had never had multiple orgasms before. The second load was twice the size of the first, but you swallowed every drop like a champ.

When you rose up, I reached and wiped my cum from your chin, wiping it on my trousers. You laid your head on my shoulder as I started the car, and we drove home like that. Your head on my shoulder, gently stroking my cock with one hand, slowly fingering your pussy with the other, with your tits hanging out for me (and passing motorists) to look at from time to time.

You opened the car door as I pulled into the garage and killed the ignition. I watched, entranced, as you slipped completely out of your dress and stood there fondling your breasts and teasing your clit as the garage door closed. Headlights slithered around the walls of the garage, and illuminated you like a spotlight, as a car turned around in the cul-de-sac. You giggled, hoping the driver got a good look at your toned and tanned body.

You walked around the car as I struggled to get my large frame out of gebze escort the low riding vette. You grabbed my still semi erect penis, and led me into the house by it. Looking down to watch your shapely ass sway back and forth as you walked, and feeling your gentle tugging as you urged me to come along was all I needed. I was completely engorged and ready to go before we made it across the kitchen.

I grabbed you and spun you around, pinning you against the counter. As I kissed you deeply, our tongues entwined in dance, I shoved my cock between your thighs, dragging the length of my shaft back and forth against your clit. I could feel your warm juices covering me, lubing my boner up for another round of action. I backed up half a step, turned you away from me, and, with one hand on your shoulder, bent you over the marble work surface.

“Yeah, baby.” You said as I slid my manhood deep inside your hot, dripping snatch. I put both hands on your shoulders and pulled as I thrust hard, all the way home. I held it deep inside and worked my hips up and down, grinding my pelvis against your firm ass, letting my balls bounce against your love button. You moaned, biting your lip, as I pulled my whole length out and started over, shoving in, grinding up and down, then pulling out. Shoving in, grinding up and down, then pulling out. I did this a few times, then pulled out and stopped. I left you waiting and wanting while I unbuttoned my pants and let them fall to the floor. I knew you were watching over your shoulder, so, as I kicked off my shoes and stepped out of my pants, I grabbed my cock and stroked it slowly. I pulled my shirt off over my head, not bothering to unbutton it, then stroked myself some more, for your enjoyment. Long, slow, deliberate strokes, like my dick was playing peek-a-boo with you. “Baby, pleeeeease” you moaned as I stroked it, teasing you.

I knelt behind you and buried my tongue in that sweet pussy, grinding my chin against your clit. You screamed as you came all over my face, just a few short seconds later, your body tensing and trembling. I stood up and grabbed your hips as I buried my manhood back inside you. I fucked you hard for a few minutes, my hips slapping your ass and leaving red marks on both of us. Then I stopped and used some long, slow, deep strokes for a while. You moaned a “yes” or a “yeah” or an “oooh” with every stroke, and I could feel you tighten around me as your moans got louder. I tightened my grip on your hips and went at it as hard and fast as I could, shoving all of me in with every thrust, my balls slapping your clit with every stroke. Your pussy was pulsating as you screamed in another orgasm, louder than the first. I could feel your juices dripping from my balls.

When you finished cumming, I pulled out, pulled you off of the counter, and led you to the living room. I pushed you backwards onto the couch, in a sitting position, and grabbed the remote. As I stood in front of you, trying to dial up your favorite porno movie on the DVR, your lips found my cock and your tongue licked your juices from it.

“I love the taste of pussy on you” you said, then gently pulled me into your waiting mouth. Your mouth worked me, gently sucking and stroking, while I finished with the remote. I pulled back and watched you play with you clit for a few minutes, then got on my knees in front of you and slid my raging boner back into your steamy cunt. Your eyes rolled back as a smile crept across your face as I slid inside.

“Hey! You’re not watching the movie!” I said, joking.

“Fuck you. Fuck ME!” you replied. I braced my hands against the back of the couch and extended my legs out behind me. You wrapped your legs around my thighs, tilting your pelvis up toward mine, making sure you were getting all of me. I started pumping quick and rhythmically, pushing all the way in, then rotating my hips up to grind your clit, then pulling out. You grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me in harder as these three phase thrusts got faster and faster.

You were almost singing “Oh yes! Oh God! Fuck me! Oh yes! Oh God! Fuck me!” when I felt my scrotum tighten and my rod begin to throb and pulsate. I could feel your vaginal muscles squeezing my member as I pumped harder and faster and deeper. You grabbed your ankles and spread your legs wide. Your back arched, your eyes rolled back, your body writhed and spasmed beneath me as you scream “Yes! Yes! Oh God! Fuck YES! YES! OOOOOOOHHHHHHH!” Your pussy clinched my cock as I buried my love load deep inside you, yelling “Ohhhhhhh Fuuuuuuuck YEEEEAAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!”

Sweat was dripping from both of us as I kept stroking until my cock stopped spasming. You collapsed back onto the couch, and I on top of you, our bodies locked in a loving embrace. We lay like that for a while. You looked surprised when I reached down and wrapped your legs around me again. I put my arms around you, and you put yours around my neck as I picked you up off of the couch, my love muscle still deep inside you, twitching.

“What’re you doi…” you started to ask, but I cut you off.

I smiled and said “Round two. Upstairs.” As I carried you toward the bedroom, bouncing you on my half erect cock with each step.

“Oh, yes, sir!” you said. “Damn, I love you.” You mumbled as you put your head on my shoulder.

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Day at the Gym is a crossover. You can read any character’s story in any order you’d like.

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Part 1

“Hello?” Julie called out as she looked around the lobby. Jenny and Mary joined in the surveying, but they were sure they were alone.

“I guess we should just go home,” Mary suggested with a forced chuckle. She knew it was a long shot, but maybe she could get out of the game they had planned.

Julie turned around and faced Mary. “Pfft, it’s fine. We’ll just go change and come back later. It’s no big deal, we’re members. Not like we’ll get in trouble,” she reasoned.

“Not signing in isn’t exactly what I’m worried about getting in trouble for,” Mary muttered under her breath. She pulled the strap of her bag closer to her body, not fully knowing what was all in store for her on this day.

The three were taking a day off from school. Jenny and Julie (informally referred to as ‘the J’s’) had again concocted a plan for Mary. It was a new game for them to play and it was going to take place at the gym. They were kind enough to select a location not in their college town, but that only helped Mary from being recognized. The only thing Mary knew was that they selected an outfit that would be revealing, and that things would probably escalate from there!

Trudging down the hall, the girls made their way to the locker room. Mary had hoped the place would be empty but they passed two girls who had just finished changing by the looks of it. Once inside the locker room, Mary was happy to see they were at least alone in there!

Sadly for Mary, being alone just emboldened the J’s. “Ok Mary, off with your clothes.”

Mary sighed. “Can’t I at least see what I’m stuck with first?” she requested.

“Oh Mary, we’re in the locker room, no reason you can’t get naked here, just got for it,” Julie cheered. Mary knew it wasn’t against the rules, but it wasn’t exactly normal for a girl to just get naked upon command, and not immediately change into something or shower.

Piece by piece, Mary shed her regular street clothes. Her simple blouse was done away with, button by button. She kicked her shoes off, but was at least assured she could keep her socks on. Her jean shorts were shoved down her smooth legs. Mary’s undershirt joined the growing pile of clothes on the bench. Mary hesitated once about to remove her bra. She wasn’t sure it was a good sign she’d gone this far without much of a fight. She trusted her friends, but she shouldn’t be so complacent in them commanding her to strip, it would send the wrong message.

She eventually eased the bra off, resulting in her modest breasts being freed from them. She cradled them in folded arms, giving one lasting look to the J’s. She was left in only her tiny pink panties. She hadn’t heard anyone come in, but handing over her last shred of decency would leave her very vulnerable if that were to change.

Noticing neither girl was going to relent, she finally brought her panties down to her ankles. The naked Mary stood awkwardly in front of both girls. Neither did anything besides watch. That alone had her face glowing bright with embarrassment.

“My clothes, please?” Mary requested.

She wished she was surprised when Jenny took Mary’s street clothes and Julie explained, “Just wait like that. We’ll change first so we can put everything in a locker.” The J’s began to disrobe too, but that didn’t help Mary feel any more secure. She was naked, and not being given any clothing to cover up with. The other two still had every single article.

Julie had been going commando under her skirt, something Mary had gotten a peek at before. Julie never seemed to like wearing underwear. She liked her bare and smooth lower half to be free of such restrictions. Julie pulled up a pair of shorts, and moved to take off her shirt. Again, no bra was worn. Julie didn’t seem care much for those either. She actually rubbed and played with her bare breasts as she exposed them to the room. Mary blushed, not sure if she should be watching so intently and tried to look elsewhere.

Jenny caught her eye next. She was already topless, and fitting her larger breasts into a snug sports bra. She then put on a loose crop top. Once her jeans were lowered, her butt was practically naked for Mary; the tiny white thong didn’t hide much in the back. The thong seemed to be chosen on purpose, as it would work better with the yoga pants Jenny shimmied in to.

Both girls were packing things into the locker now. Mary was still left naked. She was about to say something when Julie turned back around. Her tank top really showed off her lithe form. “Let’s explore a little. I bet it’s fun being naked in a new place, right?”

Mary tried to grumble about how she wanted to get dressed, but she was dragged away. “I really don’t know about this, guys. If someone sees us… this looks a bit strange,” Mary said as she was pulled down the row of lockers. Julie was somewhat right though, being naked in a new place was a different izmit escort bayan kind of sensation. Being naked in one’s own bedroom was different than a public locker room.

Meanwhile, Jenny seemed to move to the service line and called the front desk. Mary could overhear some conversation about bringing towels to the locker room. She knew the J’s were probably just stalling to keep her naked longer.

After seeing lockers, the showers, and not a whole lot more, Julie had no more reasons to tour the locker room. “Can we get on with this already?” Mary begged.

Julie brought Mary back. “If you want to have our fun finally, then definitely.”

Mary was made to stand and wait as Jenny fished something out of their belongings. Julie began to go over some rules, “We’re going to have some fun. You’re going to wear our outfit we picked out for you, and you’re going to also let us make changes as we like and in general follow any dares we give you today.”

Jenny handed Mary a basic looking white tank top. She pulled the stretchy material around, trying to see which way to put it on. Soon, she had her head through it, but it took some work to really stretch it over her body. It seemed to be a few sizes too small.

“You’re probably wondering why you have to. Simple, we now have your clothes. You don’t comply, and we simply let you have to get back into the dorms however you happen to be, even if it’s like that,” Julie explained, staring obviously at Mary’s bare lower half.

Mary groaned as she covered up. The shirt didn’t come anywhere close to covering anything on the lower half. “Would you mind not staring so much? And… I don’t think you can get away with having me like this here. No way I’m trying to sneak past Lindsey like this, either!”

“I think our RA would just love to see you dressed like this! Who wouldn’t?” Jenny giggled. She finally handed Mary another piece of clothing. This time, it was a smaller piece of black material. Mary finally was able to untangle the mess and find out they were indeed shorts. She worked them up her legs. They were spandex, and very form fitting. If the tank top was like a second skin, the shorts were more akin to body paint!

Mary poked and prodded at her outfit. Once it was on, every curve could be seen. The top was conforming around the swell of her breasts, squeezing them lightly. She could actually feel the crease of her butt through the shorts. She touched the front a bit, to try and see if she could feel her lips through the black material. She stopped as soon she realized what that looked like, the J’s of course watching every moment!

“This is nuts. I almost might as well be naked in this! I can’t work out in front of people like this!” Mary complained.

“You’re decent, if only just barely. You’ll be fine,”

Mary could tell her nipples’ shapes were showing thanks to them getting harder. “I don’t know… I mean I really should have a bra if I’m going to work out,” Mary said with concern, though more so because she wanted the second layer of protection.

“Though we’ll want you moving around, not enough you actually need a bra. Your stuff is now,” Julie began to say, before pausing to lock the door on the locker with all their clothes, “unreachable.”

Jenny followed up, “Trust us Mary. You’ll be fine. Now, let’s go hit the gym, shall we?” Mary didn’t have anything to follow up with. She could maybe stand to get into the dorms in just her tiny outfit, as embarrassing as it would be in front of people who know her. So she was sure she could probably avoid any of the J’s games that did seem too risky.

In the hall again, Mary felt like everything was different. Now, she had to worry about anyone showing up and seeing her. Lack of decency could no longer be excused due to the privacy of the locker room. She followed Jenny and Julie followed her. Looking back, Mary could see Julie checking out her butt. Mary wanted to chastise her, but she was too nervous to speak.

The first stop that the girls made was at the exercise room. Mary was happy to see no one in the hall, but a short haired blond woman was using the exercise machines already! Mary hesitated to follow into the room, but had little else where she could go. She slowly stepped inside, glancing occasionally at the busy woman. Mary hoped she wouldn’t be noticed.

She tried to convince herself the outfit was fine, that it would look normal. Looking down, Mary wasn’t sure what to think. On one hand, she wasn’t technically showing too much skin. The shorts weren’t long, so a lot of her legs were exposed, but it’s not like it was worse than a swimsuit. The tank top was tight, showed her still hard nipples, but technically was doing its job besides that.

At first, Mary just awkwardly stood around and watched as Jenny and Julie started to get on their own machines. Yet after a bit of time, Jenny ushered Mary onto a rowing machine to get her started.

Mary sat on the seat of it, kocaeli abal yapan escort and reached forward to grab the handle of it. She pulled the handle, the coil of course resisting her effort as she pulled back. Mary was worried what working out in such tight clothing would do and her fears were realized. The constant motion and pulling made it so she had to puff out her chest. Her breasts pushed even more into the thin white fabric over her chest. She felt like she was thrusting them out as if to show off. Mary definitely didn’t consider herself the type of girl who tries to show off at the gym to get a date!

Mary never caught the stranger eyeing her; the other guest seemed too be busy with her own things. Mary couldn’t be sure she totally got away with it though. The stupid smiles on Jenny and Julie’s faces were enough to confirm that her revealing outfit was just that, revealing. They had no shame when it came to ogling her.

Not wanting to be satisfied with just one type of show, the girls got Mary up off the machine and onto another. This time, it was the thigh abductor. She was situated in the seat, facing towards the other girl. Of all the machines, of course the J’s had put her in that one.

Mary then had to open and closer her thighs, each time stretching the shorts more and more. She dared to look down once, and saw the material was pulled quite taught against her lips! Mary felt so on show. She was starting to wonder if exercise machines were made to expose girls dressed like her.

“I think it’s time for your glutes,” Julie announced after a few reps. Mary was happy to at least be done with that machine, but was instantly worried again once guided to the stair walker. The machine had her up standing on its pedals, making long and tall strides as if climbing stairs. Mary could just feel the way her butt moved, knowing the shorts hid none of the movements! She never saw the blond looking, but couldn’t be sure, as she was behind her. Looking back would only make it look like Mary was trying to have someone catch her!

Mary was starting to get a bit fatigued. Working out was getting a bit tough, but so was being shown off so much. Her adrenaline was running. She wasn’t sure if she’d have been able to handle anyone else entering the room.

“I think I need a break guys,” Mary announced, getting off the stair walker. Neither stopped her, and Julie even grabbed a bottle of water for Mary. Julie opened it, and was about to offer it to Mary. Mary was going to grab hold, but Julie kept her hand moving till the bottle was right above Mary’s chest. Mary’s eyes widened as a simple turn of Julie’s wrist let the water all spill out and down onto her shirt!

Mary shrieked when the cold liquid hit her chest. It poured all the way down, soaking her tank top! The splotches of wet material didn’t just cling, but they also turned transparent! The thin woven cotton top didn’t hide Mary’s breasts any longer!

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Mary Works Out

By Jappio

Part 2

Mary turned away from where the blond woman had been working out, hoping to hide her chest. She saw the damage, and saw how everything could be seen. The shape and color of Mary’s breasts and nipples were visible. Even the shadow of her belly button could be easily spotted!

Her face was starting to really burn again, as she pleadingly looked to Jenny and Julie. Of course they couldn’t do anything, the damage was already done.

Mary didn’t think her outfit could get any worse. Thoughts of walking into the dorm lobby, her top wet again, flooded her mind. She realized just how devious this game really was. The J’s really could leave her in an embarrassing situation. She had no choice but to play along.

Playing along didn’t mean she couldn’t try to look for some mercy. “Ok, we have to get out of here. She’ll see me! I’m pretty much topless!”

“If you actually work out topless, maybe we’ll go easy on you,” Julie teased.

Mary scoured at Julie, “That’s not making it any easier! Can’t we go somewhere else?”

“We could work something out with that,” Jenny chimed in. “We’ll move to another room, but you can’t try to hide at all. You have to stay with arms at your sides till we say so.”

Mary uncrossed her arms and looked down again. Her nipples were hard from the chill. She felt very exposed up top. Yet staying in the exercise room, being made to do anything would expose her to the blonde. If she refused, may have to be like this while sneaking back into the dorm. The only option that had a chance of not exposing her body was to change rooms.

“Let’s go,” Mary said, in a defeated tone. The J’s grinned at each other and tugged Mary’s arms more by her sides. They each got an eye full of her practically bare chest. Mary avoided eye contact; their appreciation of her body was getting her flustered.

Mary kept her back to the room as she left. She didn’t even look back to see the blonde. izmit evi olan escort Hopefully, the stranger hadn’t really noticed the three of them and wouldn’t have thought ill of Mary’s barely-there outfit.

The door to the hall was opened for Mary, and she was made to be the first to go out. Her arms shivered, wanting to spring up and hide her chest. Mary braved it though, and walked out into the hall. The J’s joined her and they all made their way down.

“So, how about some yoga? That would be good. Limber ourselves up a bit,” Jenny suggested.

Julie giggled, “I think maybe we should stop by the front desk again. See if we can properly sign in. Would you like that Mary?”

Mary actually wondered how someone at the desk would react. Would she be thrown out for indecent exposure? Would the desk girl tease her for showing off her boobs?

“Yoga sounds fine,” Mary agreed, though she knew she didn’t have many other options. Yoga poses would be embarrassing in her get up, but she had to endure.

When they got to the yoga room, Mary was able to at least peek into the room. She saw the girls that they passed at the start of their time at the gym. Mary could tell they were keeping to themselves, and thankfully didn’t look her way. She hesitated to enter the room; her shirt was still very wet after all.

A push at her back though made her stumble in. “There’s people here,” Mary hissed quietly.

Mary’s complaint fell on deaf ears as she was ushered a few more steps into the room. “Just keep your back to them. We’ll do some yoga poses. Remember, you have to do as we say!” Jenny whispered authoritatively. Mary did as she was told, and scampered to stand on a mat.

She stood facing a mirror, her back to the other girls. Mary saw her nearly topless self in the mirror. The mirror meant she couldn’t even hide by facing away, her reflection could show to anyone looking from behind her. She had to hope they were both too far away to really pick out any details.

Mary subconsciously brought her hands to her chest, and squeezed. She just was looking for some comfort, but the action nearly made her moan. She was getting sensitive already.

“Legs spread, and bend down. They can’t see your chest well if you do things like bend at the waist,” Mary was told. She sighed, knowing what the J’s were up to. The theme of the day was making her settle for the lesser of evils. Bending would be more than obscuring her chest, especially in her tight, tiny shorts.

Mary couldn’t deny that it was better to hide her definitively indecent exposure though. So with a huff and puff, she began to spread her feet. She bent down, and began to reach for a foot.

Each drop and every rise would stretch the spandex shorts. Her entire bottom very accurately outlined, especially when thrust out behind her. Mary could feel the material tight against her lips… their shape might possibly be showing behind her. She tried to use the mirror to tell if anyone was looking. The black haired girl seemed to glance over on occasion. Once or twice the more timid blond seemed to also glance. Mary couldn’t keep from blushing. She hoped she really wasn’t being noticed. She hoped that somehow she looked normal to them. They were dressed in some small bits of clothing, but Mary still felt out of place.

After some time, her shirt began to dry. Her nipples were no longer visibly clear as day. The front of her shirt was instead just opaque enough to allow darker shadows show through. It seemed the J’s were waiting for this, because suddenly Mary was spun around.

She faced the two strangers, and the J’s were on each side of her, not offering any shielding. Mary was now being made to do different yoga poses. Each pose seemed to be chosen specifically to expose something new. If her chest wasn’t pushed forward, her legs were spread wide. Mary felt very on display.

Mary avoided total eye contact with the two women when they got up and left. She was seated on the matt, and her she was stretching to her toes. Mary was feeling very embarrassed, knowing most of the shape of her body wasn’t hidden. It was worrisome when the girls stopped, to talk about something. Mary just hoped they would leave. She hoped she’d have at least a slight break now that the three were finally alone.

“Hey, Jenny, seems that Mary is liking this!” Julie announced. Julie had taken a stance in front of Mary, her eyes locked onto her chest! Jenny came around to look as well, finding that Mary’s nipples were still hard and poking out. The two didn’t waste a moment of the alone time to start being direct with their teasing. Mary covered up with her hands. She could easily feel her nipples’ form through the thin shirt. Her face went a deeper shade of red.

Julie reached her hands out. “Up you get!” she commanded. Mary took the shorter girl’s hands and let herself be pulled to her feet. Either the two had discussed a plan, or they had a psychic linked, because Jenny didn’t miss a beat as she grabbed hold of Mary’s shorts! She tugged the tight garment down to Mary’s mid-thighs.

“JENNY!” Mary snapped, looking around. Her hands were still being held, and she knew she had to let the J’s have their fun. However, she squirmed still, seeing how she was half exposed in a new way now. She couldn’t believe just how bold these two could get when somewhere so public.

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