Authors note.

I wrote this for fun, something like it has been rattling around my head for a couple of days and I decided to get it down because once I have an idea, I just HAVE to start it.

Yes, I AM still working on ANB and ‘the twins’, I hope to have one of those done shortly and bring you a new chapter.

As for this, well I hope you like it, it’s a silly one in places, but that can’t be helped as that was kind of the point.

Please comment if you like as it’s always appreciated and gives me an insight as to what you the readers like.

Thank you for reading.

Fliccy.

*****

A Wicked Reputation.

Just outside of York City there is a smallish town, Myself, Tiffany and Amy all live in a house together on it’s outskirts. We moved there a few years ago, six in fact and over time I have made a bit of a reputation for myself among certain people. It’s not bad and in fact often works to my advantage.

If you exit our house and turn left, there is a long street that is almost dead straight, it’s an easy walk into town and passes the local garage where we get our car maintained, they do good work under the hood.

Just along from there is a small butchers shop, his meat is excellent. local farmers supply him too.

Just before you get to the town proper is a Carpet warehouse, not the great big kind, it is quite small really, owned and run by a father and son team that do all the work with a personal touch, they certainly know how to treat a carpet and bang it into place, the range isn’t massive but of good quality and they do a good job at reasonable prices.

As you walk into town there is the local school and then the main street which has the usual shops like ‘Boots’, WH Smiths and the like, along with a small jewellers and a few more local shops that aren’t part of a chain.

It used to be a Village, but has grown into a town as more and more people move out of the city in search of something a little more pleasant. Most of it’s resident commuting into York along the A1 or taking the back roads if they know them well enough.

All in all it’s a nice place to live, with the atmosphere of a village and the amenities of a town.

Sunday morning had me walking along the street towards the butchers, he opened up every Sunday at 8am and was closed by 11am, so if you wanted to get your Sunday roast or any other meats, you had to get there early.

It was a bright summers day, even at nine, the air was warm with a soft breeze that played with my long reddish gold hair and the short hem of my light summer dress, lifting it flirtatiously as I walked.

Others might have clutched at it in worry and modesty, I didn’t bother, I was wearing knickers and that was good enough. I didn’t care if anyone saw those, it wasn’t like I was going commando today.

As I passed the Garage, Billy waved at me. He was our well trusted mechanic and did all the work on Tiffy’s car. It wasn’t unusual to see him working the weekends so I wasn’t surprised.

“Mornin Felicity, need owt fixin?” he asked with a wink and a grin.

I stopped and looked him over, Billy was a strong man with big hands and good equipment.

“Do you have the tools?” I answered with a giggle as I swayed my hips and looked at him with a naughty smile.

“Oh AYE, Come see.” He said still grinning.

I knew I had plenty of time and Terry the butcher always kept a good portion aside for me, so I looked both ways and skipped across the road to Billy with a laugh.

“Is it a big one?” I asked gleefully as he pulled me into the garage and pushed the button that dropped the door, it’s motor chugged and the sections rattled loudly as it closed.

His mouth descended to mine as he nodded, unzipping his overalls with one hand, the other firmly kneading my bum, his kiss strong and passionate.

“Aye it is.” He growled out as he turned me around and bent me over the front of someone’s car.

“it better be.” I breathed out as I wiggled my hips wantonly, eager for his ‘tool’.

He flicked the hem of my short dress up and pulled down my knickers with eager hands.

“Looks like you need a tune up.” He said with a laugh as he slapped my bum playfully and kicked my legs apart with a steel toed boot.

“oh yeah, I definitely need some work done.” I gasped out, looking over my shoulder at him with smouldering eyes.

His rough and callused fingers rubbed my already wet pussy and delved inside me as he used his other hand to pull out his stiff cock, wasting no time, he ran it’s head along my slit.

“I’ve found the problem.” He said lustily as he pushed into me, eliciting a gasp from me.

“You need filling.” He growled out as he started to pump in and out of me with strong thrusts.

“Mm mm, yes, your right.” I panted out as I ground back onto him with each thrust, taking him deeply.

Billy grabbed my hips and pounded me hard, by breasts bounced around and slapped together as he made my whole body quiver with each powerful thrust. kuşadası escort

Our breathing was fast, both of us gasped and grunted like a pair of animals as we fucked, no more words, just the slap of flesh on flesh and our moans of pleasure as we went after what we needed.

Billy put his hands on the bonnet of the car as his hips worked faster and faster, his cock ramming me down onto the hard surface as he breathed heavy and fast.

My nails scrabbled across the metal of the old car and found nothing to grip as I felt my orgasm building, I bit my lower lip hard, tasting blood as it ripped through me and I let out a low moan.

“Unnnnghhhh.”… I gasped out. “Yes, yes.” My voice husky as I climaxed, feeling him spurt inside me at the same time.

“Take it.” His voice hoarse as he held himself inside me and pumped his cum into me.

His cock twitched and pulsed inside me, I felt it as I rested my head on the bonnet of the car and breathed deeply. Catching my breath to recover as he pressed down on me, still inside me as his forehead touched between my shoulder blades, twitching his last.

We panted for a while, catching out breath.

He pulled out slowly with a squishy slurping sound.

“I think that go it.” He said breathlessly.

I couldn’t answer right then, numbly nodding my head against the cold metal.

He twitched my dress back down as he stood up, I felt the soft material cover me as I heard him zip up.

“Back to work, I’ll see you tomorrow?” he said as he hit the button for the roller door. The motor groaned to life and the clanking sound of the doors rising made me turn and look at him, leaning against the bonnet of the car with my knickers still around my knees. I looked at him with a large grin on my face.

“Maybe.” I said as I pulled my knickers up and wiggled my hips to set them properly in place. His cum slicked my upper thighs a little as I did so.

Billy grinned, he knew I would be back the next day.

“okay then, I’ll see if I can fix that rear end.” He said with a smile and a wink.

I wagged a finger at him.

“My rear end needs an awful good lube job before you ‘FIX’ it.” I said as I walked past him.

Billy laughed and picked up his tools.

“I have plenty of oil here.” He shouted after me as I sauntered away.

I spared him a look over my shoulder and gave him a saucy smile.

“Prove it.” I shouted as I left him to think about fixing my bumper.

****

I checked my watch and hurried along, Billy had distracted me for well over an hour, I know it doesn’t’ sound like he did, but it wasn’t rushed and we had taken our time over our little mechanical problem.

Terry the butcher was still open, which was good because I had promised to cook dinner that evening.

I pushed the metal curtain aside as I entered and dinged the bell on his counter. Terry was often in the back, I assumed sorting his meat out.

I waited for a few minutes, the sound of him hammering something came from the back room, he might not of heard me, so I dinged the bell again as I looked over the dark red meat on display, well marbled, it all looked delicious.

“I’m Coooommming.” He shouted and I waited patiently.

A few more minutes passed and I started to get a bit annoyed, Terry was usually very good to me and always treated me well, often giving me a larger piece of meat.

I cocked my head to one side as I heard something that sounded very familiar.

“Unh, uh, ugh, uh.” The noises were unmistakably sexual and also too familiar. I took out my phone and pressed Amy’s number.

Sure enough her ringtone sounded from the back room.

Miffed at missing out and still wanting my meat, I sent her a text.

“When you’re done, pick up our order you thief.” I texted with a smile on my face.

“OKAY.” She shouted from the back room, not bothering to even pretend she didn’t know I was waiting.

“BITCH.” I yelled back with mirth. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t already had a little fun.

I left her to enjoy what was usually my extra portion and headed up the street towards town, Tiffany and I liked our wine and we were getting close to finishing the last bottle.

Billy’s cum soaked my panties as I walked briskly, my hips swayed from side to side and the breeze still played with my dress and hair, once more I ignored it and didn’t bother to smooth my dress down as I passed a few people.

My large breasts, held tightly by my bra, never the less bounced a bit as I walked, pale and large, my low cut dress let people see what I had in a pleasing way.

More than a few stared at my chest as I sauntered past with a soft smile playing across my face.

Their looks only encouraging me to walk in a more sexually provocative manner.

Most knew me, women scowled and men grinned as I past by, at twenty nine I had found my confidence after years of thinking I wasn’t pretty or sexy.

Fuck them all, I was sexy, pretty and knew it as I flirted unashamedly with the men that looked me up and down lustfully.

I threw smiles and flirtatious glances around like there was no tomorrow, just as I had been doing for the last two years.

“Morning Felicity.” Shouted out our local priest with a welcoming smile as I passed the church.

“Good Morning Rev.” I answered with a wave, hoping he wasn’t going to launch into one of his well meant talks. He had made it a bit of a mission to get me into the church and repent my wicked ways.

“Do you have time for a little chat?” he yelled as he hurried down the steps towards me.

I paused my walk and turned towards him with a naughty gleam in my eye.

“For YOU…ANYTHING.” I said in a breathy and sultry voice.

Poor man, he spluttered and coughed into his hand.

“Yes, well…erm perhaps not right now.” He stammered out.

I winked at him as I walked by.

“Next time, I’ll be really, really GOOD… I promise.” I said, my voice dripped sexuality.

He turned bright red and beat a hasty retreat, crossing himself surreptitiously.

I laughed merrily at the sight. Sure he was going to beat his meat later.

****

The high street opened up before me and I sauntered into the chemists, picking up a few packs of condoms, KY jelly and my regular prescription. I had to wait as they filled out Tiffy’s prescription too, so I browsed the aisle in boredom.

As I did so, a rather well built man browsed the sexual aids section. I was a bit surprised, I doubted anyone his size needed any help as he picked up a scented candle and looked at the instructions with care.

Interested, I moved closer and made a point of bending over to look at the bottom shelf. Perkily displaying my knicker clad bum to him.

I knew he was watching, I have excellent instincts about that kind of thing.

I issued a soft sigh of disappointment as I picked up a tube of Durex anal lube and turned to him with an innocent look on my face.

“Do you think this will do if I haven’t done anal before?” I asked sweetly with wide innocent eyes.

He coughed and glanced around the store.

“Seriously, I’m not sure if this is enough.” I said with a hint of genuine sounding confusion. As I continued to use my large blue eyes to full effect, perfectly showing a mixture of demure puzzlement and girlish curiosity.

He tried to say something, but it came out a little strangled.

Manfully he cleared his throat.

“Ehem, yes well… If it’s your first time…” His eyes darted over the lubricants and his hand shot out to grab the one that I used most often.

“I would use this one.” He said with obviously fake confidence, holding the tube out to me like it was the holy grail.

I fluttered my eyelashes at him artfully as I touched it but didn’t take it.

“ooo… does that mean your REALLY good at it? Errmm… I’ve not tried it, but ALL my friends say it’s amazing.” I gushed with fake innocence. Thinking he looked like he could give me a really good ramming.

“Well, erm yes. But you have to be careful.” He said with what I was sure was guess work.

I trailed a finger over his chest.

“Maybe you could teach me?” I said. Letting him know I wasn’t THAT innocent as I twitched my mouth in a half smile.

He took the cue and gulped nervously.

“Now?” he asked breathlessly.

I nodded at him, flashing him a wicked grin.

“NOW.” I whispered into his ear as I stood on tiptoes and licked his earlobe.

Large as he was, he still blushed like a school boy as he took me by the hand and rushed me to the counter to pay.

Fumbling with his wallet in his eagerness as Jenny gave me a wink without him seeing, she rang it up and took his money.

“Have fun.” She mouthed at me as he practically dragged me out of the store.

I waved at her as I was pulled out of the doors.

He rushed me towards the bed and breakfast house a few streets away. Lifting me up bodily as he ran up the stairs with me in his arms like a prize.

Dropping me to my feet, he scrabbled for his room key, darting glances at me, thinking I was going to run away.

Obviously he didn’t know me, there was no way I was going to miss out on what he wanted to do to me. I gave him a smile and flirted with the hem of my dress, lifting it up to show him my knickers.

“Hurry, I want it.” I breathed out lustfully as his shaking hands tried to fit the ancient key to the old lock.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He swore under his breath as he franticly tried to fit the old key to the door.

I laughed and touched his arm.

“slow down, I’m okay and I REALLY want you to teach me, I’ve never done THAT before.” I said with an innocent yet flirty smile, my voice tinged with excitement, yet carefully kept low enough to let him think he was in control.

He pushed the door open and turned to me, his eyes ran over every inch of my slim but busty figure.

“My…erm…this is my room, we can…erm do it here.” He stammered out, totally losing his cool.

I rolled my eyes and gave up any pretence, he was going to be one of THOSE.

Grabbing his arm, I hauled him into the room, big as he was, he stumbled after me, he looked ridiculously nervous as I reached behind me and unzipped my dress, letting it fall off my shoulders down my body to pool around my waist.

His mouth dropped open in surprise as I reached behind me and undid my bra, casually I dropped it to the floor and let my bare breasts poke out at him and I pulled him closer.

“Feel me.” I whispered out breathily as I took one of his hands and placed it on my right tit.

My nipples poked out and his large hand engulfed my breast as I stood on tiptoes and kissed his lips, running my tongue over his as he started to get the idea and grope me.

We fell to the bed and he pawed at my dress, I giggled softly as he pulled it down over my hips and legs.

“Bad boy, take off my knickers too, you can’t fuck me while I’m in them.” I said with a laugh.

I still didn’t know his name and if I’m honest, I didn’t care or feel the need to as his rough hands grabbed at my delicate lace panties and tugged at them a little too roughly.

Ping, one side snapped as he pulled them down to my ankles and left what remained hanging around my right ankle.

He was definitely getting the idea now as he grabbed my hips and flipped me over onto my tummy. I squealed in delight at his rough treatment and wiggled my bum enticingly as he fumbled with the tube of lube.

I looked over my shoulder at him and licked my upper lip.

“Hurry big boy, teach me.” I said breathily as I watched him squeeze far too much over his fingers.

Big boy, slathered lube over my bum crack, making a mess, clearly he hadn’t done this before and his inexperience excited me all the more, I just love it when I’m someone’s first in some way.

“Push some inside me.” I panted out arching my back and pushing my bum into the air.

Even an idiot knows not to just shove a finger inside, but he must have been a special kind of stupid as he did exactly that. Making me yelp and clutch the sheets in pain.

“Owwwww, careful.” I gasped out as his lube covered finger pushed inside me far too quickly.

“Sorry.” He said, his voice apologetic but hoarse with excitement as he slowed down and felt around inside me, clearly entranced by feeling into my taboo hole.

“It’s fine.” I moaned out softly as his finger now worked in and out of me at a slower pace.

“mmm, yes. That’s it… put some on your cock too.” I gasped out lustfully.

He unzipped and I looked back to see if he was packing something as big as I was hoping for. My eyes widened as he pulled it out.

“Oh.” I gasped at the sight of what must have been the biggest white cock I had ever seen in my life, it wasn’t just long, it was fat and meaty, I’m talking monster sized here and as much as I like a big one, for the first time I wondered if I could actually take it all.

Big boy grinned at me as he rubbed lube over his monster sized willy, he knew what he had and I realised that any sane woman would have probably refused anal with him.

Call me crazy. I smiled back at him.

“fuck me big boy, fuck my ass nice and slow.” My voice tinged with a little concern but also a good deal of excitement.

He had probably never heard those words in his life, his face lit up like it was Christmas as he positioned its head to my tight button.

I bit into the pillow as he started to push into me, working back and forth, sliding a bit more into me each time.

“Ugh, yeah…wait…ughh, okay…Ohh…ohh.”

My feet drummed rapidly on the mattress as he worked further and further into me.

“Oww…Ughhhhhh…” It filled me fully and my eyes watered but it felt so good too.

“Do me, do me.” I moaned out as I felt his hips against my bum cheeks and I knew he was fully inside me. God it was big, I was stretched wide and it felt like it was in my tummy.

“Soooo Good, so tight.” He groaned into my ear softly, his face next to mine, his mass supported on his elbows as he savoured the sensation of being all the way inside me.

His large hands went under my arms and gripped both my shoulders as he started to move his hips.

Slowly he pulled out a bit and then returned just as slow.

“Mmmmmm…yeaaaahhhhh.” my voice low and slightly muffled by the pillow.

“Fuck me, Fuck my ass.” I breathed out as he continued to do just that.

I reached down and worked my clit as he started to move a little faster.

Pain has always turned me on and increased my pleasure, I love a good hard fuck too, sparks were going off in my brain and my clit tingled like it was full of electricity as I rubbed it hard and fast.

Big boy really got into it and I could feel his sweat dripping onto my back as he pounded faster and faster, grunting with effort, hammering me into the mattress now with hard full thrusts.

Air was forced from my lungs and mouth with each powerful thrust so that I was gasping out each time he hammered home, large as he was, it felt like his cock was under my ribs.

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The spring of my junior year in college, I went to my parent’s house for Spring Break. Not all that exciting, but it was away from the campus and my small apartment. I wound up travelling to Connecticut to visit with my Grandmother. It seemed that I had a lot of time on my hands.

However, all was not lost. It was a previous lifetime, when we did things that even Presidents won’t admit to. I had scored some good hashish and wanted to share. I had a woman friend, the daughter of a Professor of mine who was going to Art school in New York, just a short train ride from where I was staying.

She met me at Grand Central Station and we took the subway to her apartment in Brooklyn. She lived in this old brownstone apartment building that had an elevator straight out of Hollywood, brass cage and all. She told me that she shared her building with four other women, but because of class breaks, most would be gone for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves.

I had known her for about 3 years. She had lived in apartment over mine the previous summer, but we had both been involved with other people. I had broken up with my girl friend about 3 months before; she had a “friend,” but they just hung out a lot.

I made myself at home in the apartment, changed into something more comfortable and proceeded to dig around my backpack for the hash. Needless to say, we got very stoned, very hungry, very horny and not in that order.

What stated out as a search for food, ended up very different. We made our way outdoors to a lovely late spring morning. We ran down to the corner deli and bought mounds of sandwich breads, meats and various munchies to satisfy our instant hunger. I’m sure the counter guys thought we were nuts as we spent most of the time trying to make up our minds, giggling and trying not let on how stoned we were. Three or four bags in tow we made our way back to the apartment. I made a mad dash for the elevator, making a silly game of it all. My friend and I grabbed for the handle at the same time. She got the handle; I got a handful of the softest tit I had felt in a long time.

Immediately embarrassed but not taking my hand off it too soon, I laughed, saying that it was the best thing I had grabbed onto in a long time. She laughed as well and said that it had been some time since she had been grabbed. I looked at her for a moment and decided to take a chance. I put the bags down and move towards her. I slipped my arms around her and kissed her deeply. She closed her eyes, sighed deeply and kissed back teasing her tongue along my lips. I had an instant hard on straining at my pants uncomfortably.

I pulled her closer and she ground her body into mine, moaning slightly. We broke free from the kiss looking into each other’s eyes. I turned and closed the elevator doors and pushed “3” and pulled her close to me again. Since it was a short ride, we just held each other running our hand over each other’s bodies. As soon as the elevator stopped, we tore open the doors and made a mad dash into the apartment, stopping to throw the food on the counter. As they say, “lust was in the air.”

She made it to the bedroom first. Her back was turned away from me as I entered the room. She was a short woman, just a little over five feet tall with dark blond hair falling in curls to her shoulders. She was not thin, not fat, but a full figured woman. She was taking a baggy sweatshirt off over her head and at the same time trying to take off her pants at the same time. She was in such a hurry that she forgot that she had sneakers on and fell over onto the futon on the floor. I burst out in a fit of giggles.

“Damn you, at least you could help a girl get out of her clothes, instead of standing there laughing your ass off!”

I needed no further encouragement. She managed to get the sweatshirt off and was naked from the waist up facing me. She had not been wearing a bra, a fact that had been lost to me. You have to remember that my intentions were to party for the weekend, not have sex with a friend. Her breasts were small, maybe a large A-cup, but with very pointed long puffy nipples, hanging down slightly. Just about a mouthful, I thought. I intended to find out just how much of them I could stuff in my mouth.

She was still struggling with her pants and shoes.

“Well don’t just stand there,” she said, “Close your mouth and help me”

I reached down, trying not to laugh and untied her shoelaces and pulled her pants off at the same time. She was wearing soft cotton panties with a hint of curly of pubic hair showing through, barely visible. The panties were off in a second.

This was not the first time I had ever seen her naked. A group of us had gone to a quarry the summer before to skinny dip. Everyone had just let it all hang out. Ten to fifteen stoned hippies at a quarry, does not make an orgy, just a great afternoon in the sun.

She moved over on the futon and held her hand out.

“What are you waiting for? I promise not to bite… too hard”

I looked for the first time at her in a sexual way. She made no attempt to cover up and kuşadası escort in fact was running her hands slowly over her body, pulling on her nipples, then putting her hands between her legs, a couple of fingers disappearing in to the folds of her pussy. Her hair had been trimmed, but it was long and curly down by her labia. My sense of smell had not been damage by smoking, so the sweetest aroma filled the air as she played with herself.

By now my clothes were in a pile at he foot of the futon.

“Well, come on in.”

I lay down next to her. Quickly she rolled over on top of me rubbing her moist fingers over my lips. A sweet taste filled my mouth.

“Don’t keep that all you yourself,” I said.

I could feel how wet she was. I was very hard and I reached down to put my penis into the sweetest pussy I had ever felt.

I sunk right in and it seamed that she could have sucked my balls in at the same time. She rode me like a horse whipping her hair back and forth, moaning the whole time. I put my hand up underneath her ass cheeks and lifted her up and down, slipping a finger into her puckered anus.

“Oh Yes” she cried, rocking back onto my finger. “My God, that feels good.”

She fell forward and my finger popped out. My mouth was now filled with a very soft tit, with a huge nipple. They were red and puffy as she had been pulling on them while she was riding the horse. First the right, then the left, I suckled them for all they were worth. Her breath was raspy and her moans were getting louder, as she continued to ride my cock. I was trying to make it last a good long time, but the sounds of her moans and the sweet smell from between her legs was too much.

I felt a massive load building up and she obviously felt it too. She started bouncing up and down with reckless abandon. It’s a good thing the rest of the building wasn’t home. We were loud.

“Oh, shit. I’m gonna cum,” I cried.

“Do it, do it nooooow,” as she came in buckets all over me, flooding the base of my cock with torrents of her cum. “Keep going, keep going… I’m cumming again.”

And she was, wave after wave of shuddering with her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise, sucking it up and not letting go. Just them I let loose with a huge load of my own coating her pussy walls with what I thought had to be gallons of cum.

She came again, and again, the last time pulling herself off of me and rolling over on her side gasping for air.

I still hadn’t finished and a long string of cum landed on her thigh, and ran down her ass. She reached back and rubbed it on her ass cheek, then slipped her finger in her mouth.

“Hmmm, tasty. I’ll have to get some more of that flavor.”

Out of breath, all I could do way lay there, the room spinning slowly.

After a while, she got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom calling over her shoulder.

“Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back.”

“I promise not to move a muscle.”

A few minutes later she rejoined me in bed, snuggling up to me, her hair tickling my chin, her soft breasts on my hairy chest.

“I just had to clean up a bit. Were you saving it up for me?”

“No, it’s just been a couple of weeks since I’ve been with someone.”

“Well, I’m glad I could help with your problem,” she said laughing.

The room had become quite warm, with the afternoon sunshine streaming through the windows. She got out of bed and opened the windows wide open, standing naked as the cool breeze blew in. Her nipples were immediately hard. I got out of bed moving toward her as she turned to the window. I cupped her tits with my hands pulling gently and kneading the tips with my hands.

A soft moan. “Mmmm, that feels so good. I’ll cum right here.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

Slowly I turned her to me and got on my knees in front of her. I buried my tongue in her pussy, pulling her lips back with my fingers. They were long and hung down a couple of inches or so. She was incredibly wet, her juices overflowing into my beard and tongue. She moved and placed one of her legs on the low windowsill to allow me better access. I found her clit rock hard, peeking out of its hood, bright pink.

Alternately flicking and sucking on it made her even wetter.

“Suck on it baby, I want to cum again. Bite that little thing … Oh, man.”

She started moving back and forth on my tongue, holding my head in her hands, and forcing me deeper into her folds. I was finding it hard to breathe and pulled back a bit to get some air.

“Don’t you dare stop now,” forcing my face deeper. Her pussy was slick with juices and some ran down the side of leg. I hung on for dear life sucking her pussy, holding on to her ass cheeks. Just them a river of cum flooded my mouth, spilling over my face. Sweet nectar of the Gods! Nothing finer this side of the Brooklyn Bridge for sure.

She was not one for many words, but as I was clutching her legs, in front of the open third floor window she said, “I hope somebody was watching the show, It sure was good for me.”

We made our way back to the bed, dozing off.

Hunger and urge to pee woke me up. I stopped in the kitchen after a trip to the toilet to see what was left to eat. Grabbing some cookies. I went back to the bedroom. My lady friend had kicked the light blanket off and was lying curled up around the pillow face down. She looked really good in that position. I was semi-hard in no time. As I lay down next to her, she mumbled something unintelligible that ended with “OK?”

No knowing what she had said, but not wanting to spoil something that I didn’t know anything about, yet, I rolled on top of her back positioning myself in a sitting position just above her ass cheeks. I proceeded to massage her shoulders and back, working my way slowly lower and lower, so that I was kneading her butt too. After a bit she shifted herself and parted her legs so that I had a good view of her anal ring and her by now very wet pussy. She wasn’t saying too much, just soft moans and cries of anticipation. I shifted back some more so that I was sitting further down her thighs. I then ran my hands up and down her parted legs slowly bring my massaging hands closer and closer to her asshole and pussy. Every time I touched either one, there was a sharp intake of breath.

I pulled slightly on the curly hair that surrounded her pussy and brushed up against her clit, then taking it with my thumb and forefinger and rolling it between them.

Her moans were now much louder. I inserted a couple of finger in her flooding pussy and gently moved them in and out. She bucked back on them raising her ass in the air a little each time to meet my fingers moving in and out.

“Umm, Jesus that feels good. Just keep doing that.”

“I promise not to stop.” I said.

My cock was fully ridged by now, precum leaking out onto her leg. I ran my other index finger through it and placed on her asshole. She stiffened at the touch, but when I didn’t insert it, she relaxed. I probed with my finger and she relaxed even more allowing me to gently insert my finger past the tight ring. She was tight, but certainly no anal virgin.

I asked if I was hurting her, or did she want me to stop.

“Not a chance. Just go slow, please.”

I has slowed down my finger in her pussy, but now I slowly matched stroke for stoke – asshole, pussy – asshole, pussy.

Her moans were becoming louder and her pussy was wetter than ever.

“Just fuck me now. I want you inside me, I don’t care where, Just fuck me.”

I placed a pillow under her and as her ass raised up for me I stuffed my prick into her very moist pussy, jamming it in to the hilt.

“Oh, My God… That feels so good”

“Yes, it does. Fits like a glove,” I replied.

And it did too.

By now she had brought herself up on her hands and knees, gently rocking back into my thrusts. It was a slow pace, but I could feel the tension building as her muscles grabbed hold of my cock. I placed my hand on the small of her back and played with her asshole, flicking my thumb in and out. Every time I put my thumb in, she squirmed pushed back even harder. I could feel my penis moving in and out with my thumb and it created a truly memorable sensation. I could feel myself coming closed to the edge, when she said, “Wait.”

Moving forward a bit, she reached for some lotion,

“Use this in my ass. Fuck my ass, I want to feel you all the way in” Hurry.”

I didn’t need any encouragement.

The lotion felt cool as I rubbed some on. I stroked myself a few times coating my cock with lots of lubricant. I positioned myself above her asshole and teased her with just the tip of my cock.

“You bastard, Don’t tease me any more. I need your dick in my ass. Come on. Shove it in.”

So I did. All the way in on the first try, my balls resting against her cheeks.

“Oooohhh yeah, that’s just the way I like it. Bang it, baby.”

She was tight, no doubt about it, but was no stranger to the finer points of ass fucking. You have to give a girl credit when she tells you what she likes. She made this no secret by all the moaning she was doing.

It was like plowing a field. I was ridding her hard like a jackhammer, but wasn’t sure how long I’d last. I could feel it building. She was still on her knees and had one hand between her legs playing with her sopping wet pussy and grabbing my balls every once in a while.

“I’m going to cum… I’m gonna let loose,” I said.

“Go ahead, I’m ready. Fill me up, baby. Cum in my ass. Fuck my asshole.”

I came deep in her bowels, long thrusting spurts, 2 or 3 times.

She screamed out, “Here I go.”

I could feel her cumming, clamping down on my cock with all her muscles. That was a first for me. She squeezed my balls in her hands, milking then for all they were worth.

I was spent, but she just kept cumming. With one last deep moan she was finished, and I collapsed on top of her, by cock still buried in her ass.

By the time we finally got out of bed, it was dark, the only light in the room were the streetlights from below and the view of the city.

I headed for the shower to clean up a bit. She came in the bathroom and pulled open the curtain so we could talk. Stark naked and sitting on the toilet, she was peeing a river. The sound of the water hitting water excited me a bit with an instant boner. I was covered with soap and was washing my penis when I felt a hand grasp me.

“Here, let me help you with that. It looks dangerous in that condition.”

The warm water and her hand massaging made me harder that I thought was possible after an afternoon of serious fucking. Slowly but surely her continued ministering brought me closer and closer to the edge of cumming again. I had to brace myself so that I wouldn’t fall over, so I moved closer to her hoping that she would take me in her mouth.

“Not so fast, buddy. I want to make sure that you’re real clean. We have plenty of time for anything you want to do.”

Her hand was a blur, running up and down my shaft, squeezing me harder. I felt a tightening in my balls, rising up my cock and getting ready to spurt out the tip. Where it would land I really didn’t care.

“Just let me go,” I cried. “I need to cum,” I shouted over the running water.

I guess I hadn’t been paying to much attention, so I failed to notice that my friend, while sitting on the toilet, had been playing with herself all along. She had three fingers up her pussy massaging her clit. She was breathing hard with her eyes closed and must have been close to orgasm.

I couldn’t take it much longer. “Catch it. Here I go… Ugh, Oh man.”

I came in hard spurts of white jism flying through the air landing on her chest, some hitting the tip of one of her puffy nipples. I guess it sent her over the edge too, because she moaned loudly closing her legs around her fingers. She waited a few moments before she moved a hand up to her breast catching some of the cum with her fingers bringing it to her lips.

“You taste so fine, sweetie. I love the taste of you. We should have done this a long time ago.” She continued to rub it over her nipples, pulling on them, making them hard.

I was slowly turning into a prune as the shower water was still running. A lot had been splashed on the floor and big puddles would have to wait until later.

“Hey, can you wash my back, I think I can take care of the rest of it?” she said stepping into the shower stall.

I found the soap again, and proceeded to scrub her back lightly moving side to side and lower and lower to her ass cheeks. She moved her legs apart so that I could clean all those hard places to get. Placing her hands in front of her on the stall, she moved back bringing her ass up a bit. I kneeled down spreading her cheeks apart with my hands. I began at the top of her crack, slowly tracing my tongue down to her asshole. Just then she tuned off the water.

“I don’t want you to drown. That would be hard to explain to your parents how you died. That just wouldn’t do,” she said in mock horror, knowing my parents probably wouldn’t approve of my spring break activities.

Even with my tongue teasing her butt, I had to laugh.

“Yeah, Mom and Dad would have heart attacks if you told them that I drowned with my face in your ass. It’s not as if I’m a virgin, but … ” I trailed off.

We both started laughing, kind of breaking the mood and any hope of continuing what we were starting up again.

Getting out of the shower, I said, “Let’s get out of here. I’m cold. I’m hungry too, for food. Desert can wait.”

Drying off and getting dressed we made plans to go to Manhattan. We thought we could catch some live music, a bite to eat, then continue where we left off.

We made our way by subway into Manhattan, stopping by a little bistro to get some quick eats. That satisfied one of the major requirements. Next stop was some music. We ended up at The Bottom Line. After waiting a bit, we got a table close to the stage. It was the early show and Asleep at the Wheel was due to hit the stage at 7:30. We ordered a couple of drinks and settled into our chairs. By the time the opening act was done – a folk singer whose name escapes me – we had a good buzz on. The band was smokin’ and did two great short sets. I guess we were a little bit more drunk by the time we left, but somehow we made it back to Brooklyn.

I wasn’t looking forward to getting on the train in the morning after all the fun I had been having. But that’s all the time I had. My parents were leaving to drive back home sometime after Noon and if I missed the ride I would hear about it for years.

We decided to make the best of it. I could hardly keep my hands off of her. During the subway ride home I kept running my hands underneath her sweatshirt and around the front to play with her nipples. I had learned that she was supper sensitive and if I played with them enough, she could be brought to orgasm without too much trouble. The subway car was nearly empty. The fact that there might be somebody paying attention made the excitement even greater. Although we were sitting side by side she moved as close to me as she could without being on top of me. I was kneading and pulling on her nipple with my right hand and had my other hand in her lap tracing circles on her pussy mound.

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I thought I had finished with meeting men, but something in his emails made me reconsider. He seemed so very kind and gentle. He was obviously intelligent, and he also seemed to have a decent sense of humor. When he said he was going to be in a nearby town to do some work with Habitat, I couldn’t resist going to meet him. I have to admit, though, that I did get cold feet waiting in Panera for him to arrive. I hadn’t known how long it would take me to drive there, so I arrived about half an hour before our scheduled meeting. I got my salad and coffee, and took a seat near the front window to wait.

I’d only seen one picture of him, so I wasn’t sure I’d recognize him, but when he walked around the corner outside, I knew it must be him. His light hair and sexy smile made my hands shake a little as I set down my coffee mug. His relaxed and easy manner spoke of a man who knew his way around his own body. He looked so handsome with the light coming from behind him, but I still couldn’t quite see his eyes.

Before I could really catch my breath, he was indoors and sauntering towards me. He looked towards the floor, obviously not sure quite what to say. He raised his eyes just as I was standing, and our eyes met. To this day, I could not tell you what color they are, but I can tell you how they felt on my heart. He seared down into me with his kind gaze, and it felt like he was reading my life story in those few moments. I have no idea how much time we really stood there, staring into one another, but eventually I finally stammered out his name.

“It must be you.” I said.

“Yes,” he grinned as he spoke, “and it must be you. I’d know your laugh anywhere.” Had I been laughing? I was so flustered I wasn’t even sure I was standing anymore, but I must have been, because he said “why don’t you sit back down while I get some tea.”

I sat and tried very hard not to stare at the way his jeans clung to his legs. “Oh my,” I thought, “this is going to be a tougher temptation than I’ve had in a long time.” I tucked my book back into my purse as he brought his tea to the table, along with a sandwich.

“What are you reading?” he inquired. It felt like I’d known him forever, instantly, and yet it was the first time I’d actually heard his voice.

“Oh, just a fun mystery – have you ever read any of Janet Evanovich’s books?”

“Hmm, the number mysteries?”

“Yup, this is the newest one – just came out in paperback. I’ve read it before, but it’s so much fun . . . .” my voice trailed off as I realized he was staring again. “What?”

“It’s just so good to see you. Finally.”

“Yes, it is good.”

I won’t bore you with all of the details of our little coffee/tea break. We talked and laughed through 6 cups of coffee and 2 potty breaks. It was truly as if we’d known one another all our lives. We talked about our families, our neighbors, our jobs (although he was already retired, the lucky dawg), and ourselves. We discussed books, films, music and hobbies. After what seemed like no time at all, though, he put his hand across the table and touched my arm.

“Look, I know we’ve just met for the first time, but could I show you something really beautiful that is near here?”

“Did you want me to come see your etchings, too?” I teased.

“No, it’s not like that. I know how you like walking in the woods, and there is this really great little park near here – could I show you? It shouldn’t take too long, and you’d still be able to get home before dark.”

“Sure, let’s go.” I said, “Your car or mine?”

“Let me drive, since I know the way,” he said. He opened the doors for me, leading me out to the parking lot and opened the car door for me when we arrived there. As we walked, I could feel him checking out my backside. Normally that makes me very nervous, but it seemed ok with him.

As we buckled into the seats he told me about his local project and how one of the other workers, whose real job was as a park officer, had shown him this park a few days earlier.

“Not many people go there, especially during the week anymore. It’s a shame, but apparently folks around here don’t like to spend much time in nature.”

The whole time we drove, he kept my hand in his, holding it on the seat between us. His touch was gentle but sure, like the comfort of a warm blanket on a cold day.

We pulled into the park drive and he wound us back through the area until the road stopped at the final parking lot. We’d passed many lots on the way, but he obviously had a plan for where we should get out. When we arrived, he was giddy as a boy, jumping out of the car and running around to open my door.

“You’re going to spoil me with all this gallantry, you know.”

“You should be spoiled, my dear.” He smiled so broadly, and his eyes sparkled in the sun. Oh yes, he was so very handsome!

He took a small pack from the back of the car and then, taking my hand in his again, led me down a wooded path. We must have only kuşadası escort walked a few hundred yards into the woods when there was a Y in the path, and he led me along the right-hand path. Holding hands, we enjoyed the quiet of the woods as we walked. It was such a comfortable silence. Soon we came to a little outcropping in the path, a small clearing with a fence around it and 5 gravestones inside.

“This is apparently the graveyard of the family who lived on this site over 100 years ago,” he told me. “They are the family whose descendants donated this land to the parks.” We read the stones that weren’t worn too much, and speculated as to who was who. We were still making up stories about them as we walked on.

A little further on the path he pointed out an obviously man-made ditch-like thing off to the right, running alongside the path.

“Can you guess what that is?” He asked, grinning mischievously.

“Umm . . . irrigation ditches?”

“Nope – it’s an Indian Mound.”

“No way!”

“OH yes, look, here is the plaque.” He read out the words to me, telling me about this earthwork, apparently built by ancient people for some ceremonial purpose. Crossing my arms across my chest, I looked out through the woods, over the mounds, thinking about how amazing it is to find so many layers of history in one short walk. His voice trailed off, and we were in silence again. Then it happened, the touch of his hand on my shoulder. First with one hand, then two, he was holding onto my shoulders from behind, gently sitting there like they had to hold me to the earth to keep me from floating away. Soon he was gently massaging my shoulders. I let out an inadvertent hum, very softly, and he hummed back, stepping closer in behind me. Soon his body was touching mine from behind, his hands now slowly rubbing my shoulders.

“Mmm, that feels good.” I say, needlessly.

“It’s supposed to, Hun. Just relax and enjoy the scenery.” He spoke softly, and his words a whisper in my left ear. As his breath warmed my earlobe, it melted my inner self. His lips grazed my ear, this time slowly, with intent, breathing warm air into my ear and neck again. I closed my eyes, enjoying a new kind of beauty. That peaceful, delicious feeling of being wanted washed over me and I leaned back into him. I raised my hands and placed them over his, calming his massage. Then I turned around in his grasp to face him, looking up into his deep, soulful eyes.

“May I kiss you?” I asked. He answered by beating me to the kiss. His lips descended onto mine, at once soft and demanding. His mouth claimed mine as his eyes had already claimed my heart. His tongue invaded my mouth with no resistance, and we licked, nibbled, sucked and kissed for a long, long time. My hands crept up around his back, grazing over his ribs, sliding under the small daypack he carried, feeling his muscled shoulders, drifting down and over his butt, flying up through his hair and over his neck and ears. I wanted to feel every inch of this man. Suddenly there was a disturbance in the woods behind me as some birds were flushed out of the underbrush. It startled us both, and we jumped a bit apart at the sound.

The moment gone, we walked on down the path. The sunlight diffused through the leaves was golden and lime and sweet brassy colors, dappling the path and tickling his face like my fingers longed to do. Still, I held his hand tightly and kept on walking, trying to enjoy the natural surroundings and not think about how good his mouth felt on mine. I have no idea what we talked about at that point, and frankly, I don’t think it matters.

“Here we are,” he said, pulling me along the path to the right. Suddenly we’d gotten to another break in the path, and he obviously had this destination in mind. I followed him to the right, down a slight slope where the ground changed from pine needles and leafy loam to a little gravel, and then to some wooden steps. A bit more gravel and a few more steps and we were on a wooden deck.

“Oh,” I gasped. “What a beautiful view!” Walking to the edge of the deck, I found that suddenly we were on a cliff overlooking a river about 20 yards below. Down in the ravine the light was sparkling across the water, reflecting up along the cliff across the way and creating a beautiful dance of shimmer in the noon sun.

“My buddy tells me that the CCC built this deck a long time ago, but it’s the Boy Scouts who have built the benches.” He indicated the several benches around the deck of varying sizes, each with a different view of the ravine. “This one, here on this end, is my favorite.”

It was a long, low, wide bench, only about 10 inches off the base of the deck. It seemed to have been made for young children, and the wood was treated and sanded to the smoothness of glass.

“Nice workmanship,” I observed. “No one will get splinters from this bench!”

We sat down together on the bench and I leaned back against his solid chest. he was able to lean against part of the back railing to the deck, and we were both able to relax and enjoy the distant sounds of the water bubbling along below. I closed my eyes again, drifting into a comfortable haze as he began to run his gentle hands up and down my arms.

Soon, his hands began to roam around my waist and over my breasts. It was so comforting and soft that I almost felt I was dreaming at first. I hummed a little in the back of my throat and shifted slightly against his chest.

“I’m sorry, am I going too far?” He asked me, whispering again into my ear.

“Oh no, that feels so good.” I comforted him. I spread my palms and fingers over his thighs, one on each side of my own as we reclined. His hands cupped my breasts and began a slow, tantalizing choreography. Fingers swirling over the cotton of my t-shirt, he soon had my nipples erect. I could feel the subtle flicking as each knuckle passed over my aching nubs. Repeating in a slow, deliberate tattoo, he continued . . . flick flick flick flick. I could feel my breasts get heavier. I could feel moisture building between my thighs, and my own hands and fingers started mimicking his over his own thighs.

As he aroused me, I began to use my fingernails over his jeans, scratching where I had simply been caressing. I started squirming, wanting more and yet enjoying the exquisite torture of his gentleness. Finally I took one of his hands and led him beneath my t-shirt, up to my cotton bra. I moaned softly as his fingertips finally concentrated on my nipples, both simultaneously, pinching them ever so gently.

“Oh, please, harder,” I whispered, “Please.” He quickly obliged by pinching harder, lightly twisting each protrusion between his fingers as I nearly writhed between his arms. Finally he grabbed my breasts, one in each hand and just held them. My, he had large hands. I felt so safe, so complete, so utterly at home in his hold. I groaned and put my head back on his shoulder as I grabbed his thighs again. As my heartbeat and breathing slowed closer to normal, I turned around on the bench, stretched my neck, and kissed him.

Quickly he had his arms around me, holding me as we kissed again and again. He placed me down on the bench and leaned in over me, his lips covering my face and neck with light brushes of heat. He caressed my cheeks with his fingertips, following each stroke with kisses. His lips found my ears, his tongue probing, his breath chilling and heating me at the same time. I tried to keep up, to keep kissing him, but soon lay nearly still, reveling in his ministrations. One of his large hands was back on my breast, gently massaging, rubbing, and arousing my whole body.

“Hold on a moment,” I said, gently pushing him back and sitting up. I pulled one of my arms into my t-shirt, did my magic, and soon was pulling my bra out the opposite sleeve. “There, that should make things more interesting, don’t you think?” I knew my smile was impish, and he responded with what could only be describe as a lascivious grin. I dropped my bra to the floor of the deck as he leaned over me again, nearly giggling. One large, warm hand crept up my skin; leaving goose bumps along the way and making my breath come in starts. My own hands ventured under his shirt in kind and I found his nipples to play with while we kissed. His lips, tongue, mouth were hot, wet and hungry, and my own responded in kind. As we kissed he explored extensively under my shirt, feeling my breasts, noting my scar lines from long-ago surgeries, and finding my long, unshaven underarm hair. he groaned repeatedly into my mouth, never stopping the assault on my tongue. I could have kissed him for weeks, it was so delicious. After a while, though, he licked my lips with his tongue and spoke again.

“I did not expect for this to happen today.” He held himself above me on his hands. “I did not mean to attack you like this, although, it is quite nice.”

“Yes, quite nice,” I responded breathlessly and smiled at his understatement. “Please don’t stop!” I begged earnestly. He grinned down at me, relishing the permission I’d given with my plea, and slowly, watching his hand as he went, wriggled his fingers beneath the elastic waistband of my skirt and under my panties. His large hand covered my nest of hair and simply held my mound, gently, as he’d first held my breast. I lay back again and moaned, loving this touch and still wanting more. He increased the pressure on my fur, holding me tightly and then slowly, oh, so slowly, put one broad finger into the nest to explore. I felt the slight roughness of his work-hardened hands as he parted my lower lips and found the abundance of moisture there.

“Oh, so very wet,” he said, his breath moistening my neck again. He nibbled there, at the base of my neck while he probed into my vulva. Oh, his fingers were amazingly gentle and so large and broad. Soon he found my clit and began making gentle circles around it. As he did that, I stroked my hands up and down his back under his shirt. He felt so good and solid. His fingers lit a fire inside me that could not be extinguished. He was dancing around my sweet spot like it was his hometown, and I loved it. I writhed beneath him, inadvertently thrusting my pelvis up into his hand.

“Oh, yes, yes, please!” I groaned. “So close!” I growled as he finally thrust that finger inside me, immediately pounding on my g-spot. My entire body reduced to one spot, every fiber of my being calling out for that release, that final soaring over the cliff. My hands grabbed hold of the bench on either side of myself, feeling the need to hold myself to the earth. I groaned and thrust beneath his hand, begging and saying things that would otherwise sound ridiculous. He thrummed my g-spot until I could almost not take it anymore and then he clenched his hand, the heel of his palm pounding into my clitoral area, the tip of his finger grinding into my g, and my whole body convulsed, every cell existing for this moment of triumph. He held me there, his puppet, under his control in ecstasy while his hand still grasped me in that most intimate way. All breath was gone from me, all sense had flown.

The firmness of his lips on mine brought me back to a quivering consciousness. As he departed from the kiss I saw his hand, felt his now-wet fingers sliding up my belly on their way out of my skirt. Slowly regaining my senses, I realized that he was still fully clothed, and I could feel his bulging erection pressing against my own thigh. I reached down and stroked him firmly through his jeans. Our eyes met again. I knew it was time to repay his kind favor.

“Sit up, please” I requested, pushing gently on his chest. He did as I asked and helped me to sit up as well, I kissed him again before standing, and then I pulled him up to stand, facing me. I made full eye contact again as I reached down, pulling on his belt to loosen and unlatch it.

“Oh, Hun, this is a public park.” He murmured.

“I know – we’ll be discreet.” I unbuckled the belt, unsnapped and then unzipped his fly, and smoothed my hands down the back of his jean to feel his butt. I squeezed his firm cheeks and pulled him close to me. “Good thing not many people come here, huh?”

“Oh, we might be the only ones to cum here all day.” He leered at me with his pun. We laughed together as a small breeze riffled through our hair.

“So far, I’m the only one who has.” I sigh, moving one hand around to the front of his open jeans, feeling his erection through his cotton briefs. After stroking a few times, I pulled the elastic out and freed his member, stroking skin-on-skin for the first time. His skin was soft and tender, but the hardness underneath was exhilarating. Pulling on his length a bit, I rubbed the head of his cock under the hem of my t-shirt, across my belly. His precut was so delicious; moistening my skin, so that when that light breeze returned it raised goose bumps and made me groan. I drooled in anticipation. “Please, sit back down, dear.”

He sat and I knelt in front of him, eager to taste his teasing juice. Holding his rod before me I licked the very tip. Moaning with the pleasure of it, I licked again, guiding his cock with my hand. He was so hard, so ready, dripping with anticipation as I licked him over and over again. He leaned back onto his hands to give me slightly better access and I reached out and gently freed his scrotum from his jeans and underwear. His balls were heavy and tight, but he seemed so well controlled. His maturity was evident in how he restrained himself from cumming as I finally plunged his member deep into my mouth, taking him back into my throat quickly until my lips were at the base of him. He gasped, his breathing short and rapid with the sudden assault on his flesh. One hand gently raised up to stroke my hair as I started to suckle him. I cupped his balls in my hand and started a rhythmic licking inside my mouth. My tongue was laving his shaft as my head bobbed up and down, my lip-covered teeth applying steady pressure.

I had to consciously slow myself down, enjoy the moment as his passion grew. Amazing as it was, he still was growing harder and longer in my mouth, steadily reaching towards a climax that I anticipated as much as he. His had stroking my hair was sweet and comforting as I licked and fondled his cock. I could feel him getting closer, could feel the pressure building, mounting as his scrotum started to draw up close to his rod. I stopped, then, suddenly, just as a light breeze came near again.

I looked again at him, cock and balls exposed to the fresh air, standing, quivering a little in my hand, up his belly and chest to his flushed face. He’d been looking out, over the deck at the trees and cliff, but suddenly he turned his head down and we made eye contact again. Slowly, keeping my eyes glued to his, I reached out my tongue and licked his cock, base to tip. Long, slow, deliberate strokes with my tongue started to drive him wild again, but my playing had stoked my own fire as well, and I could feel that aching hunger in my core, along with wetness dripping through my panties.

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Leila was a belly dancer, not of the first water, but a woman who had taken up this particular form of exercise because of boredom. She had grown tired of aerobics, jazz dance, yoga, so why not? It was just another exercise trend to try and ultimately discard when it became too hard.

Belly Dance was supposed to fill up those mornings when there was no more housework to do and she was tired of reading. Married for years to a man who could be the poster boy for “Work-Alcoholics Monthly”, she decided this time would be different.

The belly dance clothes helped. Shiny fabrics, spangled bras and performance makeup allowed a different persona to emerge. Leila looked a little exotic with green eyes and dark hair but the extreme makeup and the glitter stick pushed the limits. Her lunch friends thought Leila would quickly discard this kick and were surprised to see how long it lasted. Three years and it looked like Leila was a serious convert.

She danced in different restaurants and sometimes when she applied herself, with a new troupe. A couple of routines like ‘Mizmar’, ‘the veil dance’ and ‘Jasmine’ were breezed through and she found her place within the troupe. With Turkish drops, petal layovers, shimmies, hip drops and lifts, breast rotations and stomach flutters, Leila had found her metier. She also developed a new attitude and it was not kind. She became proud and vain, contemptuous of the men whose eyes followed her hips and her breasts as she undulated to the strange and compelling music.

When men held out money and attempted to tuck it into her girdle, she laughed to herself. It was only a passing interest. She made sure they had a hard time by quickly shimmying backward, her hip just out of touch of their fingers and if they could reach, could barely tuck the cash with all her vibration. That was what pleased Leila the most, having these men fumble and having to work hard to give her their money. She laughed at these men. They proved inadequate at such a simple task. Of course Leila would proffer a seductive smile and clasp her hands together in the age-old thank-you gesture, but behind the smile grew contempt. It became a frequent sentiment with Leila.

Men she thought were gullible fools, squandering their money on something they could not touch, molest, kiss or screw. They seemed all the same and after a few years, she didn’t expect anything to change.

She found her satisfaction in dancing for herself, eyes closed, her release deep in the music, the wail of the ney flute, the pounding of the drums and the complex, strange rhythms. Leila’s dancing was good enough for these audiences. She did a graceful layback, shaking her large breasts in controlled undulations, shoulders rotating in sweet reply to those breasts, arms snake-like and fluid, head falling backwards, exposing her delicate throat, the trills of her zils creating a lovely counter rhythm. She presented an enticing invitation for seduction.

One night kuşadası escort something happened, a change in the routine that shook Leila to her core. There were two Arabic-looking men sitting at a table by themselves, no women in sight. That was strange, for they were both handsome men. They sat with laptops and cell phones going all night. She was curious about them and glanced frequently at their table.

After a couple of years Leila thought she was able to tell the difference between cultures: Moroccans were smaller men, the Algerians not much different, the Arabs quiet and didn’t dance, the Lebanese were big and boisterous men. Just by their size, they might be Lebanese, thought Leila.

She had danced her half set, shared with Sela, a Somalian dancer. Now the fun began, for Nicola, the owner of the restaurant, got everyone up from their seats and people danced whether they wanted to or not. Nicola would put a wine bottle or glass on the top of his head and do a Lebanese folk dance. He never spilled a drop and his act always pleased the crowd.

Leila was to dance just to encourage others to rise and join in. Not many did, for the hour was getting late, and who could dance after Nicola’s falafel balls? They stuck like concrete in the middle of the gut and no amount of wine would displace them. The dancers had learned early not to eat them.

She was thinking about sitting down when one of the big Lebanese men appeared before her. He was dancing this strange, stomping dance, almost like a bull would if bulls could, seemingly with his eyes closed. Startled, she thought he looked like the legendary Minotaur she had seen in a painting: shaggy, curly dark hair on a big head, a large shouldered beast with dark and gleaming eyes. This man looked like the beast in the painting, his hands clenching and unclenching in time to the fierce rhythm. She didn’t know the music, it wasn’t the usual Egyptian and Turkish pop songs she heard without much thought. This music was brutal, primal, rough and disconcerting in its complex rhythms. It was like the pulse of blood booming through arteries and the screeching of violin banshees. There was no following in polite proportions, but a rhythm that grabbed her by swaying hips, her head thrown back like an invisible hand yanking her long hair backwards.

The man approached within five feet and danced in front of her. She shimmied a bit in invitation, feet unable to imitate the complex steps of the man before her. A rough flamenco with a coy pick up of her skirt in one hand was suddenly all she could manage. Leila closed her eyes and let the strange rhythm infuse her. When she opened them, he was right before her. Suddenly he put his hand out and she placed her own in his huge paw.

This was strange behavior in this culture. Leila had never witnessed an unknown man offer his hand to an unknown woman on the dance floor. The division between sexes was so complete that women did not sit at the same tables with men unless they were related in a blood way. His hand closed over hers and a current of something ran up her arm and down into her torso. Leila gasped with the sensation and looked up into dark eyes. The Minotaur alive before her!

What a different dance this man did when he claimed her by hand! Pulling her to him, Leila flowed like water around his steel. She dare not refuse his movement as he circled her under his arm and around his back, throwing her with an assurance that he would catch, regardless where she landed. He was in control of her, and not only of her body. Her mind raced with what was happening, but more, why was this man so self-assured? He was too big to be a professional dancer, but he danced with confidence, grace and total command.

The place was hot, the season too warm even though the night should have cooled by this hour. Leila felt the sweat between her breasts and legs. He would pass her behind him and pull her back into his body, placing his hand in the small of her back, pressing her to him. She could feel his arousal when he did this, sticking her in the belly, and her eyes would shoot open and see the smallest of smiles on his lips. He knew what he was doing, he knew the effect on her. Her nipples were as hard as dark cherry pits under her bra and the flush from her neck down gave more than a hint of her arousal.

Leila shook her head to clear it and begged off after ten minutes of dancing with the Minotaur, for this is what she decided he was. The paintingcome to life, a dangerous and treacherous beast. She walked back to her table her eyes cast down, panting with exhaustion and now arousal. She tried to concentrate on a letter she was writing, but would look up and see him with his hand over his mouth, grinning at her. Once she waved her hand to the rhythm of the music and found the Minotaur mimicking her hand across the room. Sipping her coffee, she kept her eyes down to her letter, hoping to regain her senses. He had rattled her, just with his touch and movement. She didn’t want him to know how much.

Looking up, he was gone. Leila glanced around the dim room and saw Nicola in the middle of a group of patrons, a glass of wine on his head. The Minotaur was gone and with it the excitement of the evening. She finished her coffee and decided some fresh air would help her nerves. Stepping outside she looked for him, thinking of being spread out on the warm hood of a car, her skirts upturned over her face, him pounding into her with what must be a large, dark and vigorous cock. She could feel his hard hands on her flesh, pulling her ass down to meet that cock, his eyes clenched shut, spreading her legs wider and wider with each thrust. She could feel her own hands squeezing her breasts through her bra making an electrical current flash down to her wide open sex. Her thoughts made her stomach clench, and more moisture, this time arousal, coursed down her legs. She couldn’t remember being so turned on. She stood there in the parking lot, slightly swaying with her passion rising, aching deep within, the smell of her own lust about her. Her breasts felt like two hard pieces of fruit straining out of her bra, her mouth partly open, breathing in her rapture, eyes now closed not daring to look for him any more. If she continued to think of the Minotaur she would dissolve into a puddle.

Shaking herself to dispel such thoughts, she saw the flick of a lighter to her left, and then heard a man expel a long breath. He walked out of the darkness and threw the cigarette down, standing there before her. His eyes glittered slightly in the dark and Leila raised her head, stripped of all further thought, allowing his presence to wash over her and his power to take her.

Without design Leila closed her eyes, breathing in his scent, her head fully back as he placed one arm around the small of her spine pulling her to him, a hand around her throat, his lips brushing hers. She moaned as he pressed harder, parting her lips with his.

Leila opened her eyes as he put his hand along her cheek, his eyes searching her face in the dim light. Taking her hand he silently led her down a stone staircase to Nicola’s grotto beneath the restaurant.

Nicola, here for many years, missed his roses and his garden. This grotto was small with only a few benches along the walls but he had trained up roses along trellises and even though they weren’t the fragrant damask species he remembered from Lebanon, they were roses nonetheless. Deep velvet reds that filled the nose with one whiff, fragile whites and buttery yellow populated the garden and ran up the trellises attached to the stone walls. It was almost winter and the roses had dropped their petals so Nicola had potted mums, without scent but colorful. The fountain tinkled as a crescent moon appeared over the blackened trees. Somewhere a nightingale sang in zil-trills.

“You are Leila,” he whispered in a heavy accent. No questions, just her name and the breath of an unknown man in her ear. He turned her towards the slender moon and standing behind her, wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

“It is said, though I was not there, that the Prophet Mohammed’s birth caused the moon to split in two. Then there are those who claim the Moon-God Allah shows us his presence up there in the crescent moon, his fingernail in the nighttime sky, Leila.”

He turned Leila to face him, a small smile on his lips. “You can choose many things in life to believe and make happen, Leila. You have a choice.”

Leila thought of her choices and what she had made of them. Lifting her kohl-lined eyes to him, she made another choice.

The Minotaur proved a very commanding and dominant man that night, a bit more the beast than the man, but in spite of his violent mythological nature, there was tenderness in his lovemaking. Leila welcomed her choice and melted into his embrace.

The strange rhythms were still heard inside the walls. Finally Leila could follow them with all the passion they were meant to provoke.

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My name is Jim. The telescope is mine. I got it for a birthday present from my dad a couple of years ago. If he only knew what I was doing with it today.

I picked it up off the floor and set it up by the window. Feeling a little deflated, knowing by now the entertainment must be over. I made my self a drink and sat and thought about Shannon. Why I could not get her off of my mind, I do not know. There was something about her. She appeared so sad. Maybe at work I will try to talk to her about what I saw happen at her place through the window. If she doesn’t report me for being a peeping tom, I might get my foot in the door.

I went back to the window and tried to aim the scope at Shannon’s window. What I saw almost floored me.

She had been moved off the bed. That frightened me. I moved the scope around and I spotted her. The guy with her had gagged her and she was fixated to this wheel in the middle of the living room.

It was about 6 feet tall, with what I thought were spokes around it. He was turning her over and over. He stopped and slapped her face. He unhooked her arms and made her turn around. He cuffed her back to the spokes but now she had her back toward him. He slapped her ass, and spread her legs and then shackled her ankles to the spokes on the bottom of the wheel. He had a flashlight in his hand and shoved it up her cunt. He left it inside of her. I then noticed a whip in his hand and before I could blink, he brought the strap of it across her ass. she flinched. A red welt formed with a white streak across it.

The man unzipped his pants and his cock sprung loose. He took the tip of it and rubbed it on the outside of her ass. She wiggled. Not sure if it was from the way her legs were spread out or the feeling of his cock. I was wishing it were me standing there instead of him. I noticed the man pouring a gel like substance on himself as he stepped out of his pants. He turned toward Shannon. I did not know if I wanted to see this. I wanted to go to her and rescue her from this animal, but without getting myself into a situation I might not be able to get out of, I did not. I watched. I saw the man get on his knees and noticed he had placed kuşadası escort his fingers inside of her hole. She had the flashlight stuck in her cunt and now fingers in her ass. She seemed really still. He pulled her cheeks apart and started to lick her and slap her while he was licking. I saw Shannon bobbing and moving her hips. It was like she was trying to cum. Surely not. There is no way that the Shannon I think I know would like this. The man stood up and placed his cock at her entrance.

“DAMN.” Someone was knocking on the door. I swiveled the scope away from the direction of Shannon’s window.

I went to the door after rearranging myself. It was my landlord. “Shit”

I answered the door after rearranging myself. He spotted my scope at the window. He really did not say too much about it . He looked at me suspiciously but only asked if I could keep an eye on the apartment above me for the next week . He was having a couple of his nieces visiting and they were taking the apartment, but he had been called out of town and had to leave before they got there. Could I let them in and etc etc. I said sure I could. They should be arriving within the hour, but he really had to leave town right then.

After he gave me the key he left. Eyeing the telescope on his way out the door.

I aimed the telescope up a story…. the woman was undressing for bed. She was lovely from his view. Red hair, long and wavy. The end of the curls surrounding the woman’s nipples. She had on a mini skirt with high heel boots, her top was off. I think I will call her Red.

Someone knocked on her door. She threw on a t shirt and went to the door. Using the peep hole, she backed away from the door and opened it. I saw it was an older man. Not sure what to do I dimmed my living room lights and looked back in the scope.I saw the old man fondling her under her t shirt. I could see this man tugging at her shirt, she tried to swat at him, but he grabbed her wrist. He held her with one hand, and the other hand felt his way up under her skirt. He let her go and took out a knife. She looked petrified. I saw that the man put the knife down on the table. The old man grabbed her hair and shoved her to the floor. He pulled out some duct tape from his pocket and wrapped it around her wrists. He then got the knife back out and started from the bottom hem of her shirt and cut it away from her skin. I could see her tits now, her hair being pulled back. The nipples were dark pink, pointy , as if they were waiting to be sucked or pinched. Red tried to fight the old man , so he took out his tape again and taped her to the floor. He rolled her in it one time, and then stuck the tape down on the hardwood floor. She looked so helpless on the floor with her hair sprawled out and up from behind her. Her nipples were still at attention. The old man stood up and looked down on her. He slowly took off his belt while never breaking eye contact with the redhead. Her skirt had risen to right below her pussy and he was liking what he saw. He sat back down by her and took his fingers and traced up and down her legs lightly . Almost touching her there, but yet not. She started to breathe faster. Then he stopped. A knock at the door. He left her there and answered the door. A woman , the age of about 50 stood there with a fur coat on. He motioned her in. She saw Red on the floor and smiled. She took off her coat and threw it on the couch.

The older woman was totally naked except for an ankle bracelet. She told the man to bind the girls feet. He took one of Red’s feet, and spread it as far as he could. He had gotten more duct tape from somewhere. He wrapped her ankle in it and plugged it to the floor. He did the same with the other. By this time, the older woman had opened her purse and dumped the contents on the floor. She picked up an instrument , what looked like to be something from a doctor’s pelvic exam . Red opened her mouth to scream and the old man stuck some cloth in it. With clear view of Red’s pussy now almost in my face I could see every drip of honey. Red must be liking this. The woman put the instrument into Red’s cunt. She seemed to stretch Red’s pussy with this machine. The old man then unzipped his pants. Now I see why she had to stretch Red this way. The man was so thick. He got on the floor and started to put his cock into Red. He rubbed it up along her clit first , getting her juices on his head before entering her. As he was getting ready to enter her, the older woman got down on the floor and started to play with Red’s tits. Touching them then pinching them then licking and sucking on them until they stood up begging for more. The older woman then sat on Reds tits wetting them with her juices. Meanwhile the man finally entered Red’s cunt and started to move in and out. The look on Red’s face was so hot. She started to move with the man and the older woman had to brace her self so she wasn’t bucked off.

It seemed that the man quit with Red and jumped off her. He motioned to the woman . The older woman untaped Red’s mouth and sat on her face. Her cunt was dripping juices so fast Red almost choked. The older woman bent a little at the waist and the old man came up from behind her . Red continued to drink nectar, and the old man stuck his cock into the older woman’s ass. Red was screaming for release. The old man came into the older woman. The older woman got off of Red’s face and lay by Red. She pulled the equipment out of Red and stuck in two of her fingers . She then softly rubbed Red’s clit up and down and up and down. The older woman kissed Red on the lips and licked around her savoring the taste of herself as she pumped her fingers in and out of Red’s pussy. By this time the man had gotten hard again . He pulled all the tape off of Red and stood her up over the couch . He forced his cock into Red’s ass. The older woman moved Red away from the couch as the old man kept moving in and out of her ass. The older woman had a strap on cock attached now and entered Reds pussy. Red was begging to be fucked.

She was on the brink of orgasm. Nothing ever felt this good. The old man slapped Red on the ass a couple of times while he was ass fucking her as hard as he could. He would slam his cock into her, pull almost out and slam it again. Over and over. The older woman was doing the same with the fake cock all the while , pulling on Red’s tits. Meanwhile, two more people walked into Red’s apartment. They also started to take off their clothes.

The knock on the door startled me and I had to cover up the scope and answer the door. It was the landlord’s two nieces. I needed to show them to the apartment above me.

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Ella and I first met in college. She was on the women’s Lacrosse team and I had a work-study job as equipment manager.

Ella wasn’t the prettiest girl on the team by conventional standards, but she was the highlight of my work for the team. She was slim and athletic like the rest of the girls, and stood maybe 5′ 9″. She had perky c-cup breasts topped with nipples that were almost always hard and visible through her sports bra and jersey.

The team uniforms were a red athletic skirt that came halfway down the girls’ thighs with a white tank top that had some red stripes, and they’d generally wear spandex shorts underneath the skirt to protect their modesty and a sports bra on top for games. For practices, different girls did different things. Some wore gym shorts and a t-shirt, others wore spandex shorts and a t-shirt, and Ella always wore spandex shorts and a sports bra.

I loved watching from the sidelines as the girls ran, their athletic bodies in peak condition and their tits bouncing with their exertion. I’ll be honest, the girls sometimes caught me staring. Mostly I’d look down in embarrassment and they looked at me with some mix of frustration and resignation. Ella, however, would just smile. Sometimes she’d wink at me, too. Sometimes she’d bounce up and down to get her breasts to wiggle for me. And sometimes she’d lick her lips and run her hands over her body. I lived for those days.

Ella and I were the same year in college, and I started as equipment manager when we were sophomores and she played jv. She’d tease me that year and wear outfits maybe a bit more daring than the other girls, but she really got started junior year.

About halfway through the spring season, Ella came out onto the practice field on a particularly warm day wearing her usual black spandex shorts, but on top she was wearing light grey sports bra. I could tell something was different this day because her nipples, which I could usually make out with some discrete staring, were obvious. The material must have been different.

As practice wore on, Ella and her teammates got sweaty and Ella’s top started to get wet. The fabric clung even better to her breasts and became a little bit transparent. Her nipples showed through the top both in their well-defined shape and in their pinkish hue. I couldn’t take my eyes away from her, and she could tell. Ella winked at me the first time she caught me staring, and then she held eye contact and licked her lips.

About an hour into the two-hour practice that day, Ella’s top was soaked and I was doing all I could not to stare constantly. I looked at her again as she stood in the field, taking a breather, and she caught my eye. She smiled that award-winning smile at me and stretched her arms above her head, sticking out her chest and showing off her fantastically sexy torso.

And then she brought her hands to her hips and rolled the waist of her black shorts down once, then twice, then three times, until a hint of red underwear peeked over the top of her shorts.

I didn’t look away from her for the rest of that practice.

The next week, Ella stayed after practice to ask me a favor. She wanted her uniform skirt shortened an inch or maybe two. “For fun, you know?” She explained.

I shortened her skirt two and a half inches and waited patiently for game day.

Ella wore the shortened skirt to the game the next week, and under it she was missing the usual spandex shorts. I had to know what was under her skirt and followed her every move on the field and off that afternoon. All I saw was more and more leg as she ran and jumped and moved around. And then she dove for a catch and the skirt, briefly, flared up to reveal her wardrobe choice. She was wearing a white thong under the skirt. I knew all the men in the bleachers had seen – they must have been looking as hard as I was. And I knew, then, that Ella loved the attention.

If Ella liked to tease then, by golly, I’d let her tease me!

A couple of weeks later, I was cleaning up after all the girls had left the locker room. I was supposed to wait until everyone left, then go through and clean up any mess they’d left, picking up towels, putting shoes back into their owner’s lockers, just tidying up. I’d shout as I entered the locker room just in case there was anyone inside.

Well, that week, I shouted that I was coming in and didn’t hear any response, so I went in and started busying myself with the girls’ mess. And then I realized that the shower was still running. So I called out again, not wanting to rudely surprise anyone.

And then the shower shut off and Ella appeared in the doorway between the showers and the locker room, wearing only a towel. She stood there for a moment as I took in the sight. She’d wrapped the towel around her breasts, and it hung from her chest to maybe a third of the way down her thighs. Her breasts were only partially covered by the towel; a swell over the top hinted at the wonders concealed.

I was speechless and couldn’t take my eyes away from görükle escort her.

“Oh!” she said. “I didn’t realize I’d taken that long – I’ll just be a minute.”

I stammered my excuses and headed for the door.

“No, don’t go,” she said. “I don’t want to make you late. Just, uh, look the other way.”

And so I kept picking up towels and clothes and snuck as many glances at her as I thought I could. She had her back to me as she pulled up a red thong under her towel, and then pulled a dress over her head before letting the towel fall to the floor. I caught a glimpse of her thong-encased ass as she pulled her dress on and then turned to me with a smile.

“Zip me up, dear?” she asked, sweetly. I silently complied and she bounded off, wishing me a nice day.

As the season wore on, Ella played a similar game with me almost every day. She never showed me her tits or her pussy, but she got closer and closer. She’d drop the towel before putting on her underwear, showing me her bare back, or she’d greet me in a towel wrapped around her waist with an arm slung across her chest.

The next year, I’d gotten a promotion to equipment manager and team photographer, since I studied photography in school and was a senior. I didn’t see Ella at all outside of lacrosse events, and so it had been a while when I saw her for the first time as team photographer. The plan for the first day was for me to get a team picture in clean uniforms on the field, and then throughout practice, I’d call girls over for their individual photos.

The first shot went fine and so did all of the individual portraits until I came to Ella’s. I called her name and she ran over to me, ready for business. We made some small talk while I posed her and took her picture, and then she ran off when we were done. No wink, no acknowledgement of what we’d done all last year, nothing.

Perhaps this year would be boring, I thought as I called the next girl over.

At the end of practice, after the girls had all left, I went into the locker room to clean up, as usual. And then I heard the shower. Maybe this year would be fun, I thought, as the shower turned off.

And there was Ella, standing in front of me, wrapped in a towel. She smiled at me and, as though she were wearing nothing special, she came over to chat.

“Can I see the portrait you shot of me?”

I showed her the picture on my camera’s viewfinder.

“That won’t do. Can I pose for another one?”

“Of course,” I said, “whatever you’d like.”

“How about right now? I was thinking I could pose just like this.”

Ella started taking poses, and I snapped into action. She acted surprised in the doorway of the locker room, and then she posed putting on lipstick in the mirror, and then she leaned forward from her hips, facing me, to blow a kiss to the camera. I told her to hold that pose as I slowly walked around her. Her towel, fastened between her breasts, hung from her loosely. We both knew that if she stayed posed and I walked all the way behind her, she’d be showing me her bare pussy.

I walked slowly around her, taking pictures from the side, catching more and more of her bared thigh and ass in my lens as I walked. She stood up and asked to see the pictures I’d taken.

As we flipped through the pictures, she smiled broadly and complimented my skills as a photographer. I told her how beautiful she was and how much I liked taking her pictures.

She had one more idea, she said, turning to her locker.

“Turn around,” she commanded.

When she told me to face her again, she was wearing a thin white v-neck t-shirt that came to her hips and a black thong. “Let’s go to the showers.”

Ella led me to the showers, a big room with a bunch of shower heads and no dividers. She started one of the showers and stood next to the water, putting a hand under to test the temperature.

As she stood next to the running shower, drops of water began to spray on to her shirt, turning it transparent and teasing me with glimpses of flesh. I brought my camera out and started taking pictures.

Ella stepped under the water and was immediately soaked. Her shirt clung to her like a second skin, transparently highlighting the swell of her breasts, the curve of her hips, and the hardness of her nipples. She smiled at me as she ran her fingers through her hair and then down her body. She pulled the shirt up, baring her firm abs and showing off her wet black thong.

And then she put her thumbs in the waistband of her thong and slowly started to pull it down until just a hint of her carefully trimmed pubic hair showed. And then she stopped.

She looked at me with a coy smile and told me to turn around for a moment, which I did.

When I turned back to face her, the thong was at my feet and Ella was pulling her shirt down to cover her pussy.

And there she stood, covering herself with a very wet shirt as best she could, coquettishly giving my camera a slight grin, perhaps an invitation. Her breasts bursa sınırsız escort bayan stood proud on her chest, clearly visible through her shirt, and her light pubic hair, trimmed to a small triangle emerged through the shirt as well.

“Keep the thong,” she said as she turned the shower off and dashed into the locker room. By the time I got my wits about me, she was dressed and gone.

I got called home because of a family emergency that afternoon and didn’t see Ella again. I had to transfer to another college to finish my degree, and I didn’t have any contact information for her. I sent the coach all the pictures of the team, but the pictures of Ella were my secret pleasure for years. I’d look at them and remember those adventures and rub her thong, which I of course kept.

And then something strange happened last week.

It’s been eight years since I last saw Ella. I’m thirty now. The youthful dream of being a photographer didn’t stick – I’m an IT consultant in a small firm. I’m single now but had my share of romances and go on occasional dates. When I turned 28 and saw thirty approaching, I resolved to take care of a couple of things. I’d started to look like a stereotype of an IT consultant. I was getting rounder and obviously didn’t know a thing about fashion.

So I changed. I started working out at the gym three times a week and running three times a week. I started paying attention to my clothes – with the help of a close friend who I dated briefly. In any case, I can get women’s numbers in bars now. And I see a lot of surprised faces on clients when I say that I’m the IT consultant.

So last week.

I answered my cell one evening while watching Law and Order and eating the simple dinner I’d made myself. And I couldn’t believe who was on the other end. It was Ella. How she’d found me, I had no idea, but she was in town and was asking if we could get dinner the next night and I heard myself saying that I had plans (what an idiot – I could’ve canceled them easily!) and then we settled on a Thursday night date (was it, in fact, a date?) and a place.

I don’t think I paid attention to anything anyone said to me for the next few days until Thursday arrived. I left work early that day to go home and figure out what to wear, what to say, what to talk about, and what to drink.

I started with a small glass of bourbon as I looked at my closet. She’d suggested a pretty casual place, so I wouldn’t wear a tie. I settled on a nice pair of jeans and a linen blazer over a checkered shirt. Formal enough in case she wore a dress, but dressed-down enough that we’d match if she were in jeans.

It was time to go. I drove to dinner and saw her as I entered the restaurant. She was still stunning. She’d kept her youthful athletic form and somehow grown into it. She looked interesting, traveled, and hot. She was wearing jeans and a red tank top that showed off her toned legs and her fantastic chest.

We hugged.

I realized then that I knew nothing about her at all. We hadn’t spoken much in college and none since then. It felt like a first date. What do you do, etc.

Ella was a PR exec at a large firm and had been transferred to town two months prior for a new gig. She’d seen my name on the invite list of a charity gala her company had sponsored and hoped I’d show up (I didn’t – those rubber chicken dinners are a waste of my donation money) and when she didn’t see me there, she found my number.

We spent two hours over dinner and then a couple of beers and while it felt like a first date, it felt like a fantastic first date. We were flirting with each other, touching the other’s arm as we told stories and making occasional dirty puns. It was fun to see her.

And I still enjoyed seeing her. She had obviously skipped the bra for our date, as her trademark hard nipples were on display. And when she’d lean in to whisper a piece of gossip about some other couple in the restaurant, her tank top showed off a lovely swell of cleavage.

After we finished the second round of beers, I asked if she wanted another.

“You know what,” she said, “let’s have an adventure.”

We settled the check as I asked her what type of an adventure she wanted to have. She wouldn’t say, but told me to get behind the wheel. She’d not been outside the city since arriving and asked me to show her some of the natural sights.

I had a place in mind. There was a maybe forty mile trek that some buddies and I had done a year back that had spectacular views of waterfalls and a lake and about halfway through, the trail came near a highway for a rest stop area – maybe six parking spots, a great view, and a picnic table. I drove there.

We kept flirting in the car. I told her about the hike I’d done with my buddies, she’d joked about skinny dipping in the lake and tight quarters. I told her that when she came the next time, we could share a sleeping bag, to keep the weight of our packs down. She was working on a comeback bursa otele gelen escort bayan – something about how she could save more weight by hiking nude – when we arrived.

We got out of the car and took in the view. She snapped a picture with her phone. And then a wicked grin crossed her face.

“Take a picture of me here? For old times sake?”

I got my phone out, too, and took her picture, trying to frame her body and the view behind her to balance the flow of the eyes over the shot.

“You’re still good at this,” she exclaimed, looking at my photo. “Even if you don’t bring that fancy camera with you everywhere.”

“It’s like riding a bike.”

“Take another. I’ll be your model.”

Ella posed for me, putting her hand behind her head and the other on her thigh. She smiled at me with a smoldering look in her eyes.

I took the picture. “You’re gorgeous.”

“Aww, thanks. What should I do next? Direct me, Mr. Photographer.”

“Stick your chest out.”

She did, her hands at her waist and her tits straining against her tank top.

“So sexy.”

“Thanks! What would be even sexier?” she asked.

“Take off your jeans.”

She slipped off her jeans and stood in front of me in her black lace panties and red tank. I snapped a picture.

“Pull your shirt down to cover your panties.”

All of a sudden, I was back in that high school locker room, anxious with nerves in front of the prettiest girl I’d ever seen, who was stripping and performing for me.

She pulled down her shirt. “Oh, it looks like I’m not wearing any panties!”

“And pulling down on your top shows more cleavage. You’re gorgeous, you know.”

Ella grinned.

“Now pull up your top.”

She pulled the hem of her tank to just below her breasts, showing off her flat stomach.

I snapped a picture.

“Higher.”

She lifted her shirt another inch, showing off the bottom swell of her breasts. I took a picture.

“Just a bit higher.”

She inched the top higher yet, until her tits were completely exposed. “Ok,” she said, “I’ll show you my nipples.”

I snapped a picture. “Your breasts are amazing.”

She smiled and turned her back to me. “I’ll just take the shirt off. I know that’s what you want.”

She turned back to face me with her arms crossed across her chest, naked but for her black lace panties.

“You’re so sexy.”

“I’m not sure I want to get all the way naked out here. I’m having fun, but just want to keep my panties on.”

She waited, and I took a picture.

“Well, aren’t you going to tell me what to do?”

“Face the camera,” I said, “and slowly lower your panties.”

She faced me and moved her hands from her breasts to her hips, baring her tits to the world. They were beautiful. Tear-drop shaped and still perky. Her nipples, at attention, were begging to be sucked on.

I snapped picture after picture with her thumbs in the waistband of her panties, slowly showing more and more of her belly and then a tuft of public hair. I was immediately brought back to our time in college when she showed me those pubes in the shower.

“What if a car comes by?” she asked. “We’re in public and I’m almost naked!”

“I haven’t seen anyone,” I said. “But what would make you more comfortable?”

Ella looked with some lust at the obvious bulge in my jeans.

“What the hell,” she said, and dropped her panties.

“Get a picture before I change my mind.” She showed me her ass and twisted to show a breast as well.

“You’re so sexy. And so brave.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. This is such a thrill!”

“Go stand next to the car, and get up on the hood.”

I took a couple of pictures of Ella on the hood of the car, and climbing on top. “What if the cops come?” Ella asked.

“They’ll want to watch! You’re a fucking godess.”

“You flatterer,” she said, getting off the car and standing next to the door. She put her feet shoulder distance apart and threw her arms over her head. “Here’s your naked girl picture, perv.”

“I love that you’re getting so into this,” I said.

“I’m so into this. Let me expose myself for your camera.”

She leaned over the hood of the car, showing her ass to my camera. Bending the way she did, she must have known her pussy was on full display as well, and obviously wet. I took picture after picture.

“Hold that pose,” I said as she looked at me from around her legs. “Got to check the light.”

“You are a professional!” she exclaimed as I walked over.

I stood behind her and pressed my bulging jeans into her pussy and then leaned over her back to whisper in her ear, one hand on her hips and the other on her side with my fingers just at the edge of her breast. “There’s no light meter on this phone; I just wanted to be near you.”

She pushed me back off her. “That’s no fair. Drop your pants.”

She took the phone as I dropped trou. And then she had me take my shirt off and pose in my tented boxers. “Good,” she said, handing the phone back.

Ella opened the back door of the car and sat facing out. Her legs slightly spread, she moved her hands to her tits and started playing with them. “Is this what you want to do to me?”

I nodded while taking pictures.

“Show me what you want me to do to you.”

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“Alright, Wanda, what do you have for me?” Jess smiled, clearly ready and willing for her turn in our little dare game at the theme park. The youngest of us, she’d just turned 18 at the start of the summer, and was not afraid to flaunt it.

“You know, you’ve gotten off pretty lucky here,” Wanda said spitefully, looking her up and down, Jess’s tan body and small breasts well covered by her dress, “We’ve both shown a lot, and you’re pretty well armored.”

“Hey, I played to the spirit of the game when it was my turn.” Jess looked hurt by Wanda’s accusation.

“Well, let’s just remove a little armor. Let’s have your panties.” Wanda held her hand out expectantly.

“Hey, you can’t just make me take something off.” Jess stepped back, a little surprised.

“Why not? There’s no rule against that. Besides, you didn’t stop her from showing my bush to half the park,” I gestured at the three guys watching us from the bench, who quickly looked the other way. She was probably right, but I wasn’t about to let that get in the way.

“But, I mean, it’s not, like, a dare. It’s the punishment for not doing a dare; you can’t make me do that.” She waved her hands in front of her, surprisingly resistant to removing her panties.

“Cindy’s right; we don’t have a rule for that, take ’em off.” Wanda stepped forward and made to pull up Jess’s dress and get her panties, but Jess jumped out of her reach.

“Come on, Jess, we did our stuff, and this is your game.” I cocked my hips and gave her a dirty look. “Besides, no one here knows us, we’re pretty much safe.”

“You know what,” Her expression changed with this, “Let’s go for it.” She nodded at me, agreeing, and turned her back toward the bench with the three guys I pointed out earlier. She slid her dress up and her panties down, leaving her dress above her butt. With her bare cheeks still pointing straight at them, she took a second and paused, looking at me. “But it’s a new rule, you can’t just make someone take off clothes.”

I glanced over at the guys on the bench and giggled. “Sounds fair,” I agreed as she stepped out of her panties and reached down a little further to pick them up.

She stood up slowly and slid her dress back down as she did so. She looked back at the three guys and laughed. One was holding a cell phone up, and it made me wonder just how long he had been taking pictures. “Okay, now this is getting interesting!” She grinned, stuffing her panties into her purse.

“So, what next?” I smiled, it was a lot of fun watching Jess strip. She made quite a show of it.

“I say we do the flume ride again,” proposed Jess looking vengefully at Wanda.

“But my tits just dried out!” She screwed up her face, annoyed.

“Ha-ha, sucks to be you.” I liked cooling off in that water, and it was still pretty hot out, so I was all for the ride. Plus, it took the attention off me and it was still a little scary playing this game and being all out in the open like this.

The ride operator recognized us and seated Wanda and me in the front again. Needless to say, we got soaked, and I could once more see the color in her nipples. I cracked up watching the ride operator’s eyes get glued to Wanda’s tits when we got out. We were getting hungry after the ride, so we headed back to Chester the Molester’s snack stand.

“What do you have for Cindy?” Wanda was walking with her arms crossed in front of her. That certainly wasn’t going to make her dry off any quicker, but I wasn’t about to correct her.

“Well, I suppose she could get me a soda,” said Jess.

I noticed that Jess’s dress had started to sag significantly in front. The water must have made it heavier, and there weren’t any straps to really hold it up. I’d have to keep this is mind.

“That’s not too bad, what do you want?” I asked, looking over at her. I tried to think of something I could get her back with to take advantage of her dress.

“Oh, you know, whatever,” She smiled, an innocent look on her face, “Just let me know what you want me to do before you go get it.”

“Wait, all you’re making her do is get a soda?” Wanda was suddenly suspicious, wondering if Jess and I were starting an informal alliance against here.

“Well, I’m thirsty,” replied Jess.

We got to the table we sat at earlier and Jess sat down facing the snack stand. Wanda sat opposite her. “Maybe you can respond in kind?” Jess said to me.

“Alright…” I thought of something as I sat down next to Wanda. “Get me a soda, and just shake your boobs a little, you know, give him a bit of a show,” Jess shrugged.

“Sure, that seems fine,” She smiled and motioned for me to get her drink.

I got up and went over to the guy. “Hey there,” I smiled, “Can I get a small cola?”

“Sure.” He filled a cup. “Here ya go. $1.25.”

“Um…” I didn’t have any money, so I patted at my pocket-less skirt and hoodie, my bra-less breasts bouncing slightly with the motion in the thin, wet fabric, and looked over my shoulder. Jess was looking at me and https://bursali.org got up as I motioned to her, “Jess will pay, just a sec!”

I turned and started walking back, “Oops, I didn’t have money!” I said to Jess as she came up to me and headed for the guy.

“I got it,” she smiled as I turned toward the table. But as I stepped forward, my foot caught on something, and I stumbled. I almost spilled Jess’s drink, but I managed to keep a grip on it. Unfortunately, to do so I had to splay my legs out wide and lean forward pretty far. This made my wet skirt ride up my ass, leaving my butt cheeks hanging out for our snack guy as the wet fabric clung to my back.

I spun around, red faced. He was staring right at me and Jess was smiling. I fixed the back of my skirt, but as I looked down I noticed my bush was peeking out the front as well. I slid down the front of my skirt too and made it back to the table, still red. It had been rather embarrassing to show off on that ride, but one-on-one with a stranger was a very different kind of embarrassment. Especially with that look on his face. I was mortified.

“Now I understand,” Wanda gestured to Jess, “It was her plan to trip you all along. Sneaky!”

“She tripped me?” I looked back at her talking with the snack guy. She’d ordered two large drinks. I guess what I had gotten her wasn’t enough.

“Too bad you aren’t getting her back with something,” Wanda said, some disappointment in her voice.

“You never know, it might work out…” I watched as Jess bent forward a little more than necessary to pick up the two drinks. She stood up quickly, but only lifted the drinks a little. This was clearly her trick to make her tits bounce, and it seemed to work rather well because the snack guy’s eyes popped when she did it.

She laughed and said something to him, and he smiled at her, his eyes glued to her chest. She turned around and started walking back. Her dress had clearly failed her just as I’d figured it would, but she wasn’t fixing it! She was walking back here with her tits just hanging out.

Without her breasts to hang onto, the top of her dress started to slide down as she walked, and it almost made it to her belly button by the time she got to the table.

“Wow, that turned out pretty good!” Jess laughed as she set down the drinks and finally fixed her dress.

“Um, why didn’t you do that sooner?” Wanda raised an eyebrow as Jess cinched the damp, heavy cloth back over her breasts.

“My hands were full, silly! Why do you think I got two drinks?” She laughed, clearly unencumbered by sanity, or at least modesty, “Now, Cindy, what do you have for Wanda?”

“Well,” I hesitated, a little disappointed by my lack of success in embarrassing Jess. I looked over at Wanda and shrugged. “How about you just go get us some chips and dip,” I smiled.

“You don’t plan to trip me, do you?” She was suspicious, but I was really just trying to be nice.

“Nope,” Well, not that nice. Her still-transparent dress would probably be enough of a treat for that guy, and she might not even notice.

“Alright,” She nodded appreciatively, standing up, “Come with me and carry my drink, will you?”

“That’s what you guys are doing to each other?” Jess furrowed her brow.

“I know, we’re so heartless!” I laughed as we went over and got the food. Aside from noticeably staring at Wanda’s tits and giving me a dirty smile, nothing too much happened.

“Well, that was just great.” Jess dipped a chip. “I figured you could at least pull down Cindy’s skirt while she was holding everything.” Jess paused and examined her chip, “This dip is really crappy.”

“It is pretty runny,” I looked at her chip. The dip was mostly white, with a sort of translucent sheen. It looked kind of gross, actually.

“It almost looks watered down,” Wanda added.

“You know what it really looks like?” Jess grew a dirty smile and bit off some chip, “Mm… tastes like it too,” She giggled.

“What are you talking about?” Wanda looked at her.

“Oh my god, you don’t think he… you know… do you?” I gasped as I realized what she was talking about.

“What are you guys talking about?” Wanda looked at me.

“You know, it looks a lot like, you know, cum!” I said, poking a finger in to taste it. I sniffed at it and touched my finger with my tongue. It was an odd flavor.

“No, don’t be stupid. We saw him get it out of that dispenser. Besides, he could hardly serve it to everyone.” Wanda rolled her eyes and dipped a chip in, biting it off dramatically.

“See?” She said, holding forward the remaining piece. “It doesn’t taste anything like cum.” Jess and I both laughed at her for this. “Oh hush.” She finished off her chip.

“Anyway, no one guy has that much cum in him,” Jess said, “It’d hafta be a community effort on the part of the staff.” She giggled.

“You would be the expert on that.” I smiled back at the ex-cheerleader.

“Yes, indeed,” she smirked as she sipped some of bursa escort kız her giant soda.

Wanda looked at us, smiling. “Well then,” She eyed the dip, “This stuff tastes awful, so it wouldn’t be a terrible shame to waste it…”

“Oh ya?” I glanced back at the snack bar, where the guy was watching us not-so-subtly, “What’ve you got in mind?”

“Oh, maybe she gets a little too much on a chip, maybe it spills onto her chest, maybe we don’t have any napkins…” She smiled. She was obviously proud of this one.

“Ooooh, that’s a great idea!” Jess grinned wide as she heard the idea, and grabbed a likely chip. She scooped almost the entire thing of dip onto it, holding it from spilling out with her fingers. She lifted it like she was eating it and poured it right onto her chest.

“Oh no!” She exclaimed unnecessarily loudly as she stood up, grabbing at her chest, “And us with no napkins!” She quickly spread the glob around, leaving little trails of goo randomly across her chest. The effect was pretty realistic, to be honest. I mean, not that I’d seen a lot of girls with cum all over their tits, but I imagined it’d look like that. She turned from the table and headed over to the snack bar.

“Ha-ha, that looked really great!” I looked back at Wanda, who was smiling and eating up the last of the dip.

“Sometimes even I come up with a good idea,” she said, as we both worked on the rest of the chips and on our sodas. Our backs were to Jess the way we’d sat down, so we weren’t watching her as we ate. We’d seen her work her magic before, and it seemed clear that she was really just getting napkins this time.

She hadn’t come back after a minute or two, so I glanced back to see what was taking her so long. She was gone. The snack guy was gone too.

“Maybe she asked for him to help clean it off her. With his tongue. Who knows?” Wanda seemed uninterested. I turned back hesitantly and we finished the chips.

“Oh no, guys, what are we going to do with this dip?” Jess said as she sat down between us with her back to the table.

I looked at her, and the ‘cum’ was still all over her tits. I looked back at the snack guy, who was smiling and watching us. In particular, he was watching Jess’s knees, which she was opening and closing in an overtly nonchalant way. He was clearly getting quite an eyeful.

“You were supposed to clean that off,” growled Wanda giving her a mean look.

“All you said was that maybe we didn’t have any napkins,” Jess looked right back, coy. “You didn’t say anything about cleaning.”

“You know, she’s right,” I nodded. “But you can’t walk around all day like that, Jess, it’s gross.” I stuck out my tongue. I noticed that Jess was still opening and closing her legs, so I glanced over at the snack guy who was still watching her do it.

“I can’t, I can’t indeed,” She smiled. “That’s why you guys are gonna help me. My thing for both of you is to clean me off.” She was holding her legs open a little longer than closed now. Clearly she wanted to keep the snack guy’s attention for what was coming next.

“We still don’t have any napkins,” Wanda gave her a confused look.

“I guess you’ll be stuck with licking it off.” Jess glanced at the snack bar and flashed the guy more than just a smile.

“Um… okay…” This was actually kind of an intriguing idea. I looked over at the snack bar. We had his rapt attention.

“Um, no,” Wanda said, shaking her head, “I’m not licking cum off your tits. That’s crazy.”

“Come on, it’s not actual cum, it’s just chip dip,” I argued.

“See, Cindy would love to lick my tits. Why are you so behind the times?” Jess laughed.

“Well, I’ll scoop it up with my finger, but I’m not licking it off of you!” She gave in, her eyes darting to our attentive audience member.

“Great!” Jess leaned back, offering her dip covered chest to us. The top of her still soaked dress slid down almost to her nipples. She stopped moving her legs, leaving them splayed open, giving the snack guy plenty to keep an eye on. “Dig in!”

I bent down and licked a glob of the goo from her neck. Jess gave a subtle shudder as I ran my tongue across her tan skin, making me smile. This game appeared to have many new and exciting aspects to it.

“You know,” said Wanda, taking some dip from the top of Jess’s tit and then licking her finger, “this stuff isn’t that bad. Maybe it is a shame we wasted it after all.”

“Actually, it tastes a little different now.” I couldn’t place it, and went down for another glob, this time on the side of the large portion of her boob that was threatening to escape from her dress. Jess giggled as my tongue darted along her skin.

“It’s my sweat.” Jess responded almost too fast, as her legs started to wiggle a little in and out. I glanced up at the snack bar guy who was definitely enjoying the show. I smiled at him. I was definitely enjoying being in the show more than I had anticipated.

“Ya, that’s probably what makes bursa anal yapan escort it taste a little better,” Wanda said, rubbing her finger into Jess’s broad cleavage to grab a spread out glob that had run down her chest.

“I’m not sure.” My second glob definitely started to give me a suspicion. I licked some more from just above Jess’s nipple, causing it to peak out just a little from the top of her dress and making her shudder again. As unexpectedly enjoyable as it was to make Jess shudder like that, something in the back of my head started to overshadow my fun.

“No, it definitely tastes better,” Wanda said, getting the last glob of it from her side of Jess’s chest, and slurping it off of her fingers. “Ack.” She wiped a dribble of it that was escaping from the corner of her mouth, and sucked it off of her finger again.

I licked a little of the residue off of Jess’s breast on Wanda’s side when a thought struck me. “Wow, Jess.” I was a little shocked at my realization and sat back upright from leaning over her. She sat up, tucking her tits further into her dress now that so much cleavage wasn’t necessary. “I mean, just, wow,” I said, looking at her and glancing at the snack guy.

“You figured out what was wrong with the ‘dip?'” Jess smiled devilishly, making quotation marks in the air with her fingers, and started getting up to leave. She waved bye to the snack guy and motioned for us to follow.

“Do you even know his name?” I glanced at Wanda now, who was totally confused as we walked off. “Can you believe she did that?” I was still in shock.

“His name is Dave and I might do it again. I gave him my number.” She kept smiling.

“Wait, what did I just eat off of you?” Wanda was starting to figure it out, too, and was getting pissed quickly.

“Oh, it’s no big deal, we all ate some,” Jess laughed.

“You’re crazy, Jess.” I rolled my eyes. “I figured it was something like that when I started licking you.”

“Wait, I ate cum off Jess’s tits and you knew?” Suddenly, Wanda seemed more pissed at me than she was at Jess.

“Hey, like I knew, you kept telling me it was just her sweat or something!” I wasn’t going to win on this one. I started running my tongue across my teeth as the shock wore off. I wasn’t sure whether to freak out like Wanda, or just play it cool. Ultimately, I decided Wanda was dumb.

“Oh, pshaw, you knew. Just wait till I get you back.” Wanda wiped her hand on the front of her dress. “Ugh, I want to brush my teeth now.”

It was getting darker and the park would probably close soon. Most of the roller coasters closed at sunset, I guess for safety reasons, so the park was already significantly less full than earlier.

We were wandering around in the sideshow area, with the fun house and games. We passed a hall of mirrors kind of maze with a see-through front, so you could watch the people getting lost in it. I got an idea.

“How about you do that maze there, Jess?” I gestured toward it.

“Oh ya? What’s the catch?” She looked over at it.

“Um, like, every time you reach, like, a dead end or something, you hafta raise your dress up a little.” Her dress was still wet, so it could still cling to her pretty well. She didn’t have buttons or something that would work better for this, so that would hafta do.

“Ooh, that’s pretty creative!” She got a big smile, “I like it!” She headed off for the game while Wanda and I leaned on a railing facing it. There wasn’t any line this late, so she didn’t have any more spectators than us and the guy running the game, but at least he was watching her.

Jess waved at us and stepped in. She turned toward the front panel and headed down a hall. We saw her walk right into a mirror as the hall turned a corner and she laughed. She started walking then stopped and slid her dress up an inch or two and headed off. It clung well enough to stay up, and a bit of her ass was now hanging out the back. The operator hadn’t seemed to notice yet.

She headed back and took a right into where we couldn’t see her again. Soon she came back in view and walked right into a wall. She rubbed her nose and slid her dress up a little more, turning toward the front.

Now she was peeking out the bottom of her dress in front too, and I noticed she was shaved smooth. Seeing her bare pussy, I bit my lip, surprised at how turned on I was. It’s not like I hadn’t seen other girls nude before. I guess it was just how into showing herself Jess was. I mean, it had been fun watching Wanda get so embarrassed and probably Jess and Wanda had gotten a kick out of seeing me embarrassed, too.

But Jess was so unembarrassed, so into showing herself. It was… intense. Jess just smiled at us and waved, nonchalant about her exposed pussy. As she turned, her dress slid back down and she stopped, folding it up and getting it to stay.

She looked over at the attendant, and seemed to notice that she still hadn’t gotten his attention, so she walked right into a wall as the path turned inward from the front. I could actually hear the thump, and it seemed to startle the attendant. He looked up at her as she rubbed her head. He seemed to say something, but we were to far away to hear. Jess shook her head, and said something back as she rolled up her dress a little more. Now he was watching!

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I hadn’t really predicted this turn events of all. As a cheerleader I wasn’t particularly used to performing lapdances.

I protested nervously.

“I…I…you didn’t say anything about a lapdance, Sir.”

“There’s always a fuckin’ lapdance. The lapdance raffle is what make us the money. Now pick a ticket.”

It seemed that I was going to have to endure a measure of further indignity before I would be able to get my taxi across town.

Nervously I selected a ticket and handed it to Leroy.

“137!” he called.

I saw men checking their numbers.

“Me!” said a voice from the back. There were groans as a smallish old man came to the front.

“Well done, Ralph,” said Leroy, now please take your seat and the lovely…uhhh…what was your name again?”

“Cherri,” I repeated.

“The lovely Cherry will now entertain you further. Don’t think she’s a cherry after that last performance though, hey fellers?”

There was ribald laughter.

Some more music began. If anything the choice of music was even more humiliating than the previous ‘number’, and now, in addition, I had to pleasure this old man sitting expectantly on stage, with his legs widely parted.

I licked my lips nervously.

“Me so horny, me so horny, me love you long time.” went the music.

It seemed that they had picked the most humiliating, misogynist soundtracks possible for my performance.

I tried to gyrate as sexily as I could before the seated old man, my insides still boiling from my recent orgasm. I saw his wizened eyes taking in my body, dropping from my well-formed breasts and down to my most intimate area. I knew that my sex juices were shiny on my nether lips and the upper part of my inner thighs.

I had never felt so ashamed in my life, and yet somehow, even now, a perverse element of arousal was pervading my body. I moaned quietly, trying to ignore the words of the song.

The old man gestured to me. I realised that he wanted me closer to him. Nervously, I complied, swaying my body, my hands tousling my now unkempt blonde mane of hair.

With his finger he motioned that he wanted me to turn around. Tears in my eyes I obeyed. I guess he wanted to see my back side, my bottom, rather than my breasts and sex. By this manoeuvre I was now once more facing out. The searchlight was still on me, but I could easily make out the drooling, leering faces of my audience.

I wondered what Chloe would think now, if she could see me. No doubt she would be satisfied with her revenge, even though it had been essentially inadvertent. I imagined them all at the Sake Lounge now, wondering where I was, probably thinking that I hadn’t turned up for my squad dare, and coming up with further indignities for me to do, and unpleasant names to call me.

To my surprise I felt the old man’s hands at my hips, gripping me surprisingly tightly. I let out a small moan of protest. Surely he wasn’t allowed to manhandle me in this humiliating way? But I could see from the eyes of the black men clustering around the stage that there was nothing untoward in his behaviour from their point of view. Their faces were grinning, several licking their lips, as if in anticipation.

The old man’s hands pulled me back, to sit on his lap. As I did so, I felt something underneath me, touching me between my legs, something hard, fleshy. I let out a gasp of dismay. Was it what I thought it was?

I was quickly left in no doubt as he firmly held my hips and I found myself impaled upon his fleshy rod. His hands were still at my bare hips, manipulating me further onto him. I grimaced. Was there to be no end to the humiliations heaped upon me on the small stage?

Despite myself, the feeling of him, now inside my sex brought a renewed surge of desperate arousal into my belly. I had been longing, in the heart of me, for bursa escort such penetration ever since I had been on my knees in front of Coach Lafitte. Neither he nor the taxi driver had obliged. My yearnings and frustrations had no doubt contributed directly to my embarrassingly brazen performance at the pole, when I had undoubtedly allowed my baser urges to completely get the better of me.

Now I was being penetrated by an old black man, in public, on stage, spotlights trained on my quivering white nude body. He began to push up and down, jiggling me, and after only three or four such thrusts inside my hot, willing body, the effect on me was electric.

I arched my neck, pushing out my breasts, spiralling close to the edge of my chasm of lust. Oh God! I was going to come again!

“Aiiiiiii” I cried out, bucking and writhing upon his intrusive piston of flesh.

“Oooooohh! Goddddd!”

I was totally out of control once more. What had happened to me? A demure and shy young English rose just a few hours before, now reduced to a wanton white slut spasmodically climaxing on a stage in front of an audience of black men. I closed my eyes tightly letting the amazing orgasm wash over me like a tidal wave of wanton lust.

I wanted it to go on for ever.

I suddenly felt a crack of pain across my left cheek, then another across my right. Panic-stricken I opened my eyes. Above me towered a furious looking black girl. She wore a tiny top and a pair of denim hotpants, heavily made up, with eyelashes that were manifestly false.

“What the fuck yo’ think yo’ doin’ white girl?” she said.

For a moment, I thought it might be the old man’s wife. I was surprised to see that she was so young and pretty.

“What yo’ doin fuckin’ up on stage, ho? This is my gig.”

I was impaled upon the old man’s rod and at her mercy.

The girl looked down at me furiously. I realised that the music had stopped. She tried to hit me again, this time with her fingernails out, to scratch me, but Leroy had come up behind her, and held her hand. She turned angrily towards him.

“What the fuck is this white ho doin’ on my stage?” fumed the woman, gesturing at me.

“Now hold on, Tammie-Mae,” said Leroy, “You late. Guessed the agency sent this white slut along instead.”

“Instead?” yelled Tammie-Mae, “Instead? You think I go round letting guys fuck me on stage? What the fuck yo’ doin’ Leroy. You know the agency don’t let us fuck on stage.”

I must have been crimson with embarrassment as they discussed me as if I was not there. Yet what could I say? I suppose I should have realised that there was a possibility that the real stripper would turn up, but events had happened so fast I had not really considered it.

“Alright,” said Leroy, “I din’t mean to piss off the agency. This slut turned up claiming to be a stripper, so I put her on stage. Didn’t realise she was some sort of exhibitionist white ho-slut want to fuck on stage.”

“You think the agency employ girls who fuck on stage?” screamed Tammie-Mae.

“We just gave her your fifty bucks and she got down to it. How was i supposed to know?”

“You gave her my money?” screamed Tammie-Mae.

“I’ll get it back,” said Leroy looking pointedly at me, “Won’t I?”

I swallowed, trying to think what to say for the best.

“Y-yes Sir,” I said, quietly.

I was still impaled on Ralph’s rod, but it had gone limp inside me now.

“Get up,” said Tammie-Mae.

With difficulty, I got to my feet, disengaging myself from the seated old man.

“What about my goddamn lapdance?” said the old man, “I won it fair and square.”

“Alright,” said Leroy, “Tammie-Mae’ll give you a lapdance.”

“But I want a fuck now,” he grumbled, “This white ho got me goin’ now – ain’t been so far gone since the Rockets won the World Title.”

“You bursa üniversiteli escort won a lapdance,” said Leroy, “Not a fuck. Give him a lapdance, Tammie-Mae.”

“I’m gonna do a pole dance,” said Tammie-Mae, “Then a lap-dance later, but no fuckin'”

“Aw, come on,” said the old man.

“No fuckin’ way,” said Tammie-Mae.

They argued away. Leroy shrugged. “Alright, Tammie-Mae do what yo’ wanna do,” he said, “Ralph, go sit down, I’ll have Eli bring you a free beer.”

The old man got up and left the stage, muttering to himself.

“Yo’ gonna come with me, white girl,” said Leroy, “Get this mess all sorted out.”

Nervously, my head down, I followed him, back into the little room.

“Yo’ caused me a lot of trouble, white girl, comin’ to our bar an’ tryin’ to steal money off the regular strippers. Got me in trouble with the agency. Folk round here, we don’t like people who try to steal money.”

I saw him take the envelope containing the fifty bucks. How was I to get across town now?

Before I could protest, Tammie-Mae burst into the room. She threw two objects at me. I realised that they were my discarded crop-top and skirt. I began to pick them up and put them on.

“You know the fuckin’ pole’s wet Leroy?”

Leroy almost sighed.

“I guess it might be,” he said, “She got a bit-over-excited on stage.”

He pointed at me. Tammie-Mae glowered at me, close to my face, as I pulled up my skirt.

“You normally do that, white girl? Get the fuckin’ pole wet, huh? What if I’m slidin’ down the pole head first and can’t get a grip, huh? Cos yo’ fuckin white whore juice? Crack my goddamned skull on the floor. Yo’ tryin’ to kill me white girl, huh?”

She prodded me just above my bare breasts, hard, insistent.

“I…I…didn’t mean…,” I began.

“Yo’ didn’t mean, huh?” she went on,” Well you gonna clean it up, huh? I ain’t cleanin’ no white girl’s whore juice off no fuckin’ pole.”

“Alright, Tammie-Mae,” said Leroy, resignedly, “She’ll clean it, won’t you?”

I nodded bleakly. To be honest, the idea of going back out on stage and cleaning my own sex-juices off a stripper’s pole did not particularly appeal, but I sensed that I did not hold many cards in my present circumstance.

“May I have a rag or something to use?” I asked.

“Yo’ can use that fuckin’ rag you got in your hand,” said Tammie-Mae, pointing at my crop-top, clutched in my hand, “Fuckin’ white mans flag.”

“Do it,” said Leroy, unsympathetically, “Then come back in here and we’ll sort this out.”

Nervously I went back onto the stage, under the supervision of Tammie-Mae.

I could sense the hostility, and heard raucous catcalls and mutterings of disapproval.

It was one of the most shaming episodes in my life to clean my juices of arousal from a stripper’s pole, under the supervision of a black stripper, and the gaze of leering, catcalling men. I wiped up and down, trying to get every drop of my ‘white whore juice’, as Tammi-Mae had so delightfully put it, off the pole. Tammie-Mae, meanwhile went around the stage picking up all the dollar bills that had been thrown at the climax of my act. I saw that she was putting them in her little bag, but I was too frightened of her to point out that they were really mine. She frightened me more than Leroy.

Eventually I got the pole dry enough for Tammie-Mae’s satisfaction and was allowed to leave the stage once more to a chorus of disapproval, and humiliating comments involving my race, wantonness, and looks.

Leroy was there in the backroom. An older lady had joined him, once more with a familial resemblance, and was looking at me with intense disapproval.

“So, white girl,” said Leroy, “You owe us four bucks. What yo’ proposin’ to do about it?”

“F-four karacabey escort bucks,” I said, “Wh-what for?”

“For Ralph’s drink,” he said, “Compensation fo’ the goddamn fuck-up yo’ made o’ yo’ lapdance.”

I stammered, aghast, “B-but, I never said I was a stripper,” I blurted out.

“Yo’ still took our fifty bucks,” pointed out the older lady, “Folks roun’ here, we don’t take to folks that steal. Now we got that sorted out, no thanks to yo’ but there’s still Frank’s drink to pay for.”

“I…I’ll pay when I next come in,” I stuttered, “I promise.”

“What if yo’ don’t never come back in?” said the lady, menacingly, “No, girlie, you gon’ pay us up ‘fore you leave, or I call the po-lice.”

“N..no,” I said, quickly “P..please don’t call the police.”

I saw her eyes narrow, and immediately realised that I had made a mistake by showing that I was apprehensive about them calling the police.

“Yo’ scared of the po-lice, huh, white girl?” asked the lady suspiciously, “Yo’ a blackmarket whore or somethin’?”

“N…no!” I protested, urgently, hating the way that the conversation was turning. How could anyone imagine that I was a blackmarket whore? Whatever that might be. Despite the rights and wrongs of the situation, I certainly didn’t want to tell them that I didn’t have a valid visa and that I might be deported back to England should the police came across me.

“We don’t have to call no po-lice, Ma” said Leroy, “I got a better idea. You ever wait on tables, white girl?”

“I…I…a little bit,” I said.

This was true, as I had, briefly, had a Sunday waitress job at a little tea shop in my home village in England.

“Well, yo’ not wearin’ too much and yo’ shown us yo’ got a pretty li’l pair o’ titties. Now, our regular waitress, she sick today, an’ we always wanna try out a topless waitress, so how ’bout yo’ wait some tables? Just ’til you got enough tips to pay what yo’ owe?”

“Not that topless waitress shit again, Leroy,” said Ma, dismissively, “How many time I tell you we runnin’ a respectable bar. Don’t want no topless waitress here. We ain’t that sort o’ place, just a bit o’ innocent strippin’ every weekend…”

“Hell, Ma,” retorted Leroy, “Topless waitress the thing now in Bayton. Lotta places usin’ topless waitress. This l’il slut won’ mind doin’ it, so let’s try it, see what sort o’ take we get.”

Ma sighed, “Well, if yo’ want to, boy, maybe shut you up goin’ on ’bout it all the time,” She glared at me, “You do a bit o’ waitressin’ for us girlie? So I don’t have to call the po-lice on yo’ pretty white ass.”

“S…sure,” I stammered. Needless to say, I was very frightened that they were going to call the police, and I did at least know how to wait tables. I wasn’t keen on working topless of course, but I knew that I possessed a lovely pair of breasts, and that Americans were generous tippers. It shouldn’t take me long to get enough in tips to pay for the drink, and hopefully enough to order a taxi back to the University I thought.

“Alright then girle, it’s a deal, huh? That top ain’t much good now you used it to clean up after yo’sel anyway. Hand it over.”

Reluctantly, I handed over my top and followed Ma and Leroy to the bar where Ma gave me a little round tray. I immediately used it to cover myself as best I could.

“Alright,” said Ma, “So we got ourselves a topless waitress fo’ the evenin’. Happy now Leroy?”

Leroy grinned. I noticed that Tammie-Mae had started her routine over by the stage.

“Now, girlie,” Ma continued, “When folks want service round here, they bang on the table, an’ yo’ go runnin’. Got it?”

I nodded, desperate not to show anything in the way of disagreement.

Almost on cue I heard a thumping on a table.

“Go to it, white girl,” said Ma, pointing to where the thumping was coming from, “Ol’ Charlie, over there, he wanna drink.”

Doing my best to cover my breasts with the tray in the other, I scampered over to the table she had indicated, as best I could in the high red heels, wearing only my little skirt besides.

I found myself beginning a new career as a topless waitress.

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Giada has been picked up for Christmas Eve church at Des Moines United Methodist. She’ll be attending with Mistress Jessica, Master Donnovan.

The final installment of this series (we’ll be branching out into two others later this year, don’t you worry) puts a bow on this Christmas themed series.

Told in Giada’s voice

The large doors of the United Methodist grand downtown Cathedral (the UM version of one) swung open and Walter Donnovan had two very pristine looking women on his arm, Jessica Powers and myself, Giada Lowder.

I wore a blue velvet dress, with low toned gold floral, almost snowflake pattern, letting the blue dominate, an elegant floral Guipure lace U neck, slit maxi dress. The floral pattern cascaded over my breasts. The long sleeves gave it that Bridgerton feel, and with the right bra I could definitely prop up giving those at the service something to see.

Jessica’s was red, more of a crew neck, her breasts magnificently displayed while we glided down the center aisle and took our place in a pew about 10 rows from the front.

“Dapper as usual Walter,” The older woman said, my mind contrived she was a family friend, business colleague, or a lover 20 years ago.

The service started, a magical mix of hymns, performances, scripture and a children’s short reenactment of the Birth of Christ. I held Jessica’s hand during the sermon, squeezed it after they encouraged us to find Love because Christ is Love and he’s ‘born today.’

I took a deep breath and concluded I had found love, in the company, in my relationships with Charlotte, Peter and now Jessica. I have found love with my friends with Candy, Luis, Clete, Danielle and just that afternoon Chelsea. If it included sex, role-play, dominance, submission, conversation, whatever, I felt I was drawing closer and I included some of that in our final prayer before leaving.

God was preparing me for what was about to happen.

We walked down the center aisle to leave, again Walter saying ‘hi’ and having words with multiple people young and old. Jessica and I trailed behind letting him do his thing, giggling and whispering at the thought of who he may have had out of the women approaching him.

Down the steps we went, our limo awaiting, Walter moved forward opened the door for Jessica only, she got in, and sent it on it’s way. He turned to me, looked into my soul, his eyes soft and loving.

“Darling, we have some unfinished business before the end of the year” The word “Darling” was intentional and I watched the limo head down the street carrying Jessica, escort bursa driven by her husband the former Master Rossfellow.

I was nervous, my thoughts thinking to previous times alone with Walter, most just flirty, one he was indeed my Master. He was a creature of habit and ritual, my rise in the company through the Triple S training and Master Rossfellow’s demotion, made me wonder what was next. We were not near the company building.

“Do you trust me, Giada?” Walter said, now slipping his hand into mine and walking us towards the cross walk.

“Yes Sir…”

“Can I assume I have consent to lead you towards greater enlightenment from here on out?”

“Yes Sir…you have my body, mind and soul.” I heard my self say, and I believe my own words.

“Very good…”

I looked around, no one seemed to notice the 60 year old and the 30 something holding hands and crossing the street and strolling down the streets of Des Moines.

It was peaceful, comfortable, the lights and feeling of Christmas abound. Walter stopped, moved us to a door and we slipped into an abandoned warehouse that was set for demolition.

Inside it was clean, but cleared out. We walked just a little ways into the large space when he stopped, looked at me, and kissed me softly with his lips.

“Your dress is so beautiful,” he said moving it off my shoulders. There was a thump of loud music coming from one end of the warehouse. “I love your athletic breasts”

I closed my eyes and he lowered the plush, black, velvet to my waist. His hands on my body, pressing one into by right breasts, then he took my hand and we headed towards a thumping rhythm. I knew there were clubs close, but open on Christmas Eve?

My chest half exposed we walked to a door, it opened loud rock Christmas music bellowed through it and we were in the back of “Blaze” the area’s gay bar. Walter took me to an elevator and we were whisked up to the third floor. We quickly moved down a hallway, there was no one in sight and then moved to a room that had a couch, mirror, dresser and desk.

“You are only the second person to join me on this special night,” Walter said, beginning to disrobe, he motioned for me to do the same. “Please, we have more appropriate outfits for the festivities awaiting.”

We both stood naked. Wow…limp and at his thigh, his cock was at least 8 inches unfilled.

There was a knock on the door, Walter greeted a man who slipped him two garment bags, and he handed me mine.

“Complete with a restrictive bra, Giada tonight we are entered in Blaze’s bursa otele gelen escort Gay ‘Christmas Extravaganza’,” Walter said unzipping his, leaning over, his cock swaying back and forth.

“Do you have restrictive boxers or briefs? That’s huge!!”

“Flattery my Dear…”

I pulled out an elf costume, body suit that was one half green, one half red, the hat, ears, curled toed boots, what made it the gloves and boots were opposite the color of that half. I put the tight fitting bra on, no panties as usual and the rest.

Walter was a classic Tinkerbell pixie, the green body suit, the wings, the wand and a wig that he very quickly got into place. He worked in a little make-up, so did I, and he gave me some instructions.

“Are you a decent dancer?” Walter asked and I nodded ‘yes’. “Move to the music seductively and we’ll be in and out of there in five minutes.”

“I like your kink, Sir…”

Walter smiled and we headed down the waiting area, he getting more acknowledgement here than at church. I was wondering if this was his real ‘church’ and religion, and then “Santa Baby” started.

The next five minutes in front of a cheering audience was a blur.

The crowd was filled with all sorts of transgender outfits, technically Walter and I were doing the same, and we danced, twirled, amazingly in sync, getting laughea, whistles and points from everyone. The place was wild and when it concluded we posed together, me on the floor doing the splits and he with a leg over my shoulder. The people sitting shot up and we got a standing ovation.

“Oh MY GOD! THAT was AWESOME GIADA!” He screamed as we left, his hand in mine, pulling me down the hall to dressing room.

“Our stuff’s up….”

His mouth was on mine, his hands under the hat that fell, in my hair, his tongue deep inside my throat. He paused, turned me and unzipped my body suite.

“Oh yes, Walter…” I said giving him no doubt he could have me.

He pulled it down around my knees and I stepped out of it, while all tinker bell needed to do was slide his panty to the left and his cock out his boxers. I didn’t look back, felt the immense head against the flesh of my arse cheek and then, it pushed between my creases. I shifted, trying to get it in my hot, wet, cunt, Walter rotated and pushed high into my arse.

“OH! WALLTER!” I exclaimed, the head pushing into my tiny hole, he held it there. I looked back, scared he was just going to plow forward and split me in two. I had limited experience taking a cock bursa sınırsız escort there.

He knew his surroundings, reached without looking to a shelf that had some lotion. I looked forward, the head of his cock still inside me for a moment, pulling back out then feeling the coolness of the lotion on it when he reinserted.

“Ohh! Be gentle! Ohhh I want it, I DOOOOO!” Moaning as he slowly pushed forward, stopping and applying more to the long shaft, pushing again.

“Good little elf you are ‘G’,” out of nowhere he called me a new pet name I would c. “Hold on…”

I braced myself on the desk and he began to slowly get more in and out, more depth and more speed, Finally I was taking almost 2’3rd of it, more than I had taken in my pussy ever before, now sliding smoothly in and out of my ass.

“OHHH SIR! OHHH YES!” I reached down to finger myself, my clit, playing, taking my mind off the push deep inside me. “OHHHH YESSSS! WALTER!!! YESSS!”

He didn’t let up, his thrusts were harder, faster and after 10 minutes finally tip to base, in and out of my ass, his hand now around my neck, pulling me to him.

“Are you my good boi?” He asked in my ear.

“Yes, Sir…Give it to my Daddy!”

“Mmmm yes…good boi! Good BOI!” He screamed and unloaded deep in my ass. “Ohhhh, Mmmmmm ‘G’…Ohhhh”

He pulled out, I got on my knees, I wanted this in my mouth and he let me clean him, holding the semi-limp appendage, sucking it dry before we dressed and headed to the upstairs room.

I got back into my dress, he in his tux, and we were soon in the limo.

“Did we win?” I asked about our dance competition, my bottom still throbbing from taking him, his discharge draining onto the insides of the fluffy dress, cooling against my thigh.

“Win?” He asked…”That was just an appearance I like to make on Christmas Eve…”

“Ahhhhh” I said, we were holding hands in the limo, my ass feeling the length, girth and rapid fucking I received, the dress comforting around my naked underside.

“Where are we…” I stopped, his scowl as he told me to trust him.

I wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t give me an opening. We spun around the city and soon I was at the doorstep of my flat. It was 2:30 a.m. Christmas morning.

“Merry Christmas Giada,” He said, tipping an imaginary hat.

“Merry Christmas, Sir…”

I felt a little lonely unlocking the door and making my way into the entry…That is until I heard two female voices laughing.

“Merry Christmas Baby!” I heard Charlotte yell from the living room.

“Charlotte!!!” screaming running up the stairs to see her and Jessica curled up by the fire, naked, with wine in their hands on a pile of plush pillows and blankets.

“Merry Christmas…” Jessica said, both women standing up to hug me, drawing me to the love nest they created in my flat.

“I’m home…..”

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Introductions

Jeanette could be a real bitch. Over the years, her husband Tim had watched in despair as her career changed her. For a year, she had been a new Section Lead at her workplace. She used to team up with a guy named Rick until she was promoted over him. Rick became her assistant, and his work life became unpleasant very quickly. Jeanette let ‘being a boss’ go to her head. She demanded a lot out of Rick. I need you to finish this right away, she’d indicate something that she had neglected to work on. ‘You’ll probably have to work this weekend,’ she’d add. ‘If you do a good job, you’ll get ahead in the company. I’ll help you,’ she said in a condescending way. Rick endured a lot, but he needed the job.

Sometimes, Jeanette would call him ‘Dick’, mostly as a little insult.

At The Bar

Home life could get unpleasant, and sometimes Jeanette’s husband Tim would hit the bar to get away from her for awhile. That’s where he was tonight. He was sitting there with his 3rd beer, when he saw Frank walk in. Frank is Jeanette’s boss. He’s the Department Head.

“Hi Tim!” Frank said. He sat next to him at the bar. They knew each other from company social events over the years, mostly back when Jeanette used to bring Tim along.

They talked about sports and life, and had a couple of beers. Time passed.

“How’s Jeanette?” Frank asked, being polite.

“Probably as unpleasant at work as she is at home,” Tim answered.

“Maybe she just needs some good loving!” Frank said with a sarcastic grin.

Tim was feeling drunk, frustrated, and loose tongued.

“I thought we had a decent love life. I think she got bored… thinks she’s too good for me,” Tim went on, way past anything he thought he would ever tell.

“She actually started visiting a swingers club… without me, of course. Some place she can get her ‘freak’ on. It’s the opposite of ‘Cheers’… where no-o-body knows your na-a-ame,..” he sang, mocking the show’s theme song.

“It’s all anonymous,” Tim continued. “They don’t know who she is, she doesn’t know them. There are a couple of guys who regularly take care of her there. She even parks in this garage thing so that she is not seen outside, walking in a sketchy neighborhood.”

“Damn, I never would https://sokkan.org have imagined,” said Frank. “She seems like such a tight-ass at work. I don’t dare look at her sideways. She’d have HR on my ass for any excuse, then she’d get my job. And poor Rick, it’s probably even worse for him. He has to take shit from her every day. He can’t say anything either, or else: HR complaint… Boom… On the street.”

“What’s she like in the club?” Frank wondered aloud.

“No fucking clue. I am not allowed to go. I don’t even hear much about it,” Tim sort of moaned.

“So, she likes acting like a porn star…. do they ever video anything?” Frank asked.

“Not allowed. I’m completely in the fucking dark,” Tim replied.

“Man, that sucks,” Frank said, shaking his head.

After some quiet moments…

“She’s going to head down to Riverside again this Saturday,” Tim said.

“Do you mean the place by the old warehouses??” Frank seemed surprised. “Holy shit, man. I know the guy who owns that place. We play golf together. I’ve never been there though. He’s a real pervert, or at least, that’s how I sized him up. Being a pervert is probably a requirement for running that place,” he joked.

A little time passed, a few pulls on beers…. an idea came to Frank.

“I’ll bet I could get him to do me a favor… a favor for you too,” Frank smiled as he said.

“What’s that?” Tim asked.

Frank told him about a wild idea.

At The Club

Saturday came. Jeanette parked her car and went inside. Carmen, the owner leered and greeted her.

“Hey Angel,” (no real names were known or used) “How’s life?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” she answered, not in a friendly way. She did not like Carmen much.

Carmen kept the conversation going.

“Want to try something spicy?” He held up a lace and velvet blindfold. “Ooh la la!” he said, grinning at her.

“You might like having some fun while you can’t see…. Sensory Deprivation. They say it heightens the other senses. You can’t be sure who is touching you, when they will, and whatever else… It may add some mystique,” Carmen said. He just knew she would go for it.

And she did.

Jeanette prepared herself and went into the usual room. It was furnished bursa eskort for fun. No weird furniture but a bed and a few well padded benches to kneel or lie on.

Her regular two guys came in. No names, she thought of them as ‘Thing 1’ and ‘Thing 2’,

“Gonna try the blindfold?” T1 asked when he saw she was holding it.

Jeanette said nothing, but she put the blindfold on. She actually enjoyed not seeing them as they undressed her. They undressed her completely, then warmed her up with just a few feels of her tits and her ass, and a flick of her clit now and then. She felt someone take her arms and pull them behind her back. Soft but firm restraints were put on her wrists. There would be no removal of the blindfold.

They looked her over… pretty, nice lady, nice tits, nice ass, no hair below. There was no talking, mostly to keep her from anticipating anything. She did not hear it when a door opened.

In walked Frank and Rick.

Frank handed ‘T1’ a video camera with a note that said ‘Film everything. Get it all’. Another house rule was bent. Yeah, Carmen would do a big favor for them!

Frank and Rick looked at Jeanette… not office wear, indeed. This must really be Casual Saturday, they thought.

T1 and T2 stayed back while Frank and Rick went to work with their hands. They could touch anything, anywhere. They licked and kissed her in places they would have never imagined seeing.

Rick, behind her, gave Jeanette’s ass a hard slap. He liked that.

“Ouch!” she said, and she wiggled it playfully.

SMACK! Frank gave her tits an equally hard slap.

“Hey, not in the plan!” she yelped, but she did not seem too upset.

Both Frank and Rick felt her up everywhere, hands squeezing, caressing, measuring… Their fingers found her wet pussy and spread some moisture to her anus, so they could probe there, too.

Side by side, they each sucked a nipple hard, making Jeanette’s nipples really stand out.

Frank and Rick nodded to each other, then they guided her to low bench. They bent her over so her stomach rested on it.

Frank moved to one end and rubbed his cock on her lips. It was wet with pre-cum, and she licked it off. Then, Jeanette opened her mouth and the big cock orhangazi escort went inside. She sucked on it. Her mouth felt very good.

Behind her, Rick was looking for some real fun, and some revenge. He lubricated his cock, not too much, and then eyed her spread cheeks and little anus. His cock was even bigger than Frank’s.

Look at our little tight-ass now…..Hey Jeanette, meet Dick! he thought to himself and he slowly pushed his cock into her asshole. His length gradually disappeared, as Jeanette let out a low moan.

Every detail was caught on the video. Tim would like it, Frank and Rick would treasure it too.

They spit roasted her from both ends, and they took their time.

Frank looked at Jeanette, face down in front of him. The mask covered her eyes, and her mouth was working hungrily on his cock… those lips looked good around his cock. Farther along her slim body, he saw her wrists that were bound just above the small of her back. Her bottom looked very nice too… a little small, but round and firm. You’d never know it looked so good from seeing her in the office. His eyes moved to where her asshole was stretched and filled with Rick’s rather large cock. Rick was going in and out, in and out. Spit roasted glory! Frank was amused to suddenly think about how he’s her Department Head, and he’s getting head from her, while her ass was getting rammed by her ass-sistant. She was in her perfect place as middle management!

That’s a Wrap!

Eventually, Frank and Rick blew their loads. All of Frank’s went into Jeanette’s mouth, and he grinned as she swallowed most of it.

As for Rick, he came while his cock was deep, deep in her ass. His pulsing was strong and felt wonderful. It was so good because Jeanette came at the same time, her asshole squeezing ‘Dick’ as she moaned loudly. When Rick pulled out, he did it a little quickly so that she was left gaping for a moment. Some semen ran out, the rest would take awhile. ‘You’re not such a tight-ass now!’ he thought to himself as he looked at her still open and cum-frosted hole. He knew he would often think about her just like that.

Frank and Rick quietly slipped out of the room, taking the video camera with them. Eventually, T1 and T2 removed Jeanette’s wrist restraints. She pulled off the blindfold and her face was flushed. She never knew anyone else had been there.

“That was the best yet!” she said. “I came so hard! I’m thinking the blindfold-play could be a regular thing.”

I’m pretty sure everyone would agree to that!

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