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Carol’s mind was in a haze. So much that she couldn’t even recall making the trip back to her room. One moment, she was naked, alone, and on the verge of tears in her daughters’ shared closet. The next, she was lying facedown in her bed, sobbing into her pillow.

She wanted to be a Zenrist. She wanted to be a Zenrist so much it hurt. She wanted to live naked and carefree until the end of her days, never having to worry about the clothes she hated so much. She wanted to live a sexually-liberated life, where she could make love to any girl she wanted wherever she wanted. She wanted…she wanted the Goddess! But she couldn’t…she couldn’t have any of those things. Her daughters couldn’t stand them, and by extension, they wouldn’t be able to stand her. They’d be ashamed and uncomfortable living with an eternally nude parent, and the sight of all her private parts would sicken them. They wouldn’t look at her, they wouldn’t even talk to her. In time, they’d grow distant, and before she would realize it, she would be completely estranged from her own daughters.

No, she wouldn’t allow that! She had come this far raising her girls all by herself. She wouldn’t dare traumatize them with the constant sight of her nude body, nor would she tarnish her relationship with them when they were this close to adulthood. She would continue to be a normal mother, or at least as normal a mother as she had been for this past decade. A normal mother who wore clothes and only made love in private. Not one who would have anything to do with a lesbian nudist cult.

Wiping her eyes dry, the nudist pushed herself up to her dresser, where her clothing awaited, ready to cover her every inch of beautiful, bare, glistening flesh. But as Carol opened the drawer, she couldn’t help but flinch as her eyes fell upon the piles of folded…things before her, each one ragged to the touch and designed to hide her body. The perfect, sacred body that her Goddess sculpted with Her own two hands. The thought of wearing them, of hiding such a wondrous, artful form, it…it…it was enough to make Carol want to start crying again.

***

After a few minutes, Carol finally exited her room wearing a simple yellow sundress. Held up by a pair of spaghetti straps and boasting a knee-length skirt that flowed loosely around her legs, it was inarguably the most tolerable article of clothing in her wardrobe. With her shoulders bare, her cleavage displayed, and her legs constrained by absolutely nothing, it was as close to being naked as she was willing to get around her girls.

Naked, she thought with a sad sigh. She wanted so desperately to get naked again, to tear this infernal thing off her body and frolic around just as the Goddess made her. But no, she couldn’t do that, not as long as her daughters were around. Speaking of which…

“Oh, hi Mom,” said Mindy, who was sitting at the kitchen table munching on an apple.

“H-hi…sweetie,” Carol stammered, curving her lips into a forceful smile in an effort to look happier to see her girl than she actually was. “I didn’t…know you’d get home so soon.”

“Neither did I,” said Mindy. “The plan originally was we’d stay for a couple more days, but our driver remembered she had a doctor’s appointment on Thursday, so we had to cut it short.”

“Oh, I see. Did you…have a good trip at l-least?” said Carol, more out of obligation than anything. She already knew the answer to that question.

“Um, you could say that,” said Mindy as a faint blush started to appear on her cheeks. “I had fun there…I guess.”

“You don’t sound too…enthused,” said Carol with absolutely no surprise. She overheard her daughters, she knew something had spoiled the trip for both of them. This whole conversation was more of a formality than anything.

“Yeah, well, the thing is, it was…kind of embarrassing,” said Mindy, her blush deepening and she eyes shifting back and forth uncomfortably.

“Okay then. You…you don’t need to tell me,” said Carol.

“No, no, it wasn’t a big deal or anything. And in retrospect, it was kind of funny. It’s just…Erin’s friend, Megan, she kind of pulled a fast one on all of us. You see, she plotted to bring us all to this one beach in Duny, right?”

“Yes?”

“Yeah, so on our first day, we were all driven there. We brought everything we needed, bathing suits, suntan lotion, towels, drinks, snacks, umbrellas, all that stuff. And our driver, Nancy, she just took off to supposedly run some errand that would separate us from her and, more importantly, the car for at least four hours.”

“Go on.”

Mindy blushed even redder and starting giggling nervously. “So we’re effectively stranded there, that’s the important thing, though we didn’t really know that at the time. So we’re walking along the sand, and next thing we know, Megan is stripping off her bikini and getting naked!”

“N-naked?” said Carol. She felt her dress suddenly tighten all around her. It hugged against her hips, seemed to sliver around her legs, even pushed against her breasts. izmit escort Her nipples throbbed against the fabric.

“Y-yeah,” chuckled Mindy. “We’re all freaking out, Erin is covering her boyfriend’s eyes telling him not to look and yelling at her to put her suit back on, when all of a sudden we start seeing naked people all around us. Then we see this sign that says ‘Nude Beachgoers Ahead,’ and…Megan, she starts laughing like a madwoman and it turns out…she, she brought us to a nude beach! Without telling us!”

“Oh…I…see,” said Carol. So they did go to one after all. It was just as Harold said. This must be what troubled Erin so much.

Despite herself, she couldn’t help but rub her thighs together, excited by the sudden influx of nude imagery in her head.

“So…what happened then?” the mother asked. She knew it was against her better judgment, she knew she had to avoid the topic of nudity, but she wanted, no, needed to know what happened next.

“Well, we didn’t have a choice. Clothing was prohibited, none of us could turn back with our ride being gone and all, so we had to…we had to strip down too.” Mindy was now red as a tomato, and her eyes were darting at every possible thing in the kitchen that wasn’t her mother.

“I…see,” said Carol. “You must have been…you must have been furious.” It hurt to say it. It hurt to think it. But she had to face up to it. Nudism was just not something her daughters would ever approve of. She suppressed a wince as she felt the cloth of her dress ooze against her hip like an especially viscous glob of mucus. Goddess, my body isn’t making this easy.

“Yeah, I guess I was, a little bit,” said Mindy. “Not as much as Erin, though; I swear, she looked like she was going to throttle Megan! But I think, overall, she handled it a whole lot better.”

Carol stiffened. She hadn’t expected to hear that. “Handled it a whole lot better? What do you mean?”

“Oh, she sulked for about the first hour or so, refused to talk to anyone, tried to murder the whole beach with her angry eyes. But after that, I guess she just got sick of being a sourpuss and decided to just roll with it. So she laid back to work on her tan without having to worry about getting any lines, did a little naked seaside jogging, took in some of the goods that were flopping and bouncing all around her, you know the drill. By the end, she was playing volleyball with total strangers, and by all accounts was having a real ball of it. Metaphorically speaking of course.”

“Huh,” Carol murmured, furrowing her brow in thought. She…didn’t mind it? Really?

“Yeah, she’d probably deny it if you asked her,” continued Mindy, “and it’d probably be better right now if you didn’t ask her…but I think she enjoyed her time there overall. More than I did, anyway; I spent most of the day huddled in the water. Definitely not my kind of thing. It was really more Erin’s kind of thing. And probably yours.”

Yes, of course you did, Carol thought despondently, casting her eyes down at the table. Then she caught that last thing her daughter said.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘my thing?'” she asked.

Mindy just seemed to turn her head to the side, her smile widening, becoming almost frog-like. “Ohhhh…nnnnnothiiiinnggg, heh-heh-heh!”

She must be remembering seeing me naked in my room last week. At least she’s taking it in good hu—

“Ughnnn!”

Carol groaned. She squeezed her eyes shut and buckled from where she sat, nearly curling up into a fetal ball. Her dress was really starting to constrict around her now, crushing her body like a dozen hungry pythons. Her legs clamped together, her breasts flattened painfully into her chest, and everywhere the cloth made contact with brought a feeling of pins and needles on her skin.

“Mom! What’s happening? Are you okay?”

Carol gritted her teeth. It’s not real…none of it is real. It’s all in my head. Fight through it, girl, just fight through it!

“I…have been a bit feverish lately,” said Carol as she tugged idly at the sides of her dress to keep it away from her skin. That seemed to help give her some relief. “Truth be told, I…was supposed to be at work today, but I had to call in sick.”

“Do you need help with anything?” said Mindy.

“You could take off my dress,” is what Carol wanted to tell her. But she couldn’t say such a thing to her daughter. Not today, not ever. So all she let out was a simple: “No. I just…I just need to rest a little.”

“If…if you say so,” said Mindy, though she didn’t look so sure. “Uh, what are we going to do about dinner then? Should we order out? How does Chinese sound?”

“No, no Chinese!” Carol cried. She couldn’t have Chinese now. It would just remind her of the experience she had yesterday by the lake with her two lovers. The magical experience she would never get to have again. “Er, I mean…I ate Chinese yesterday, so I…could use something else entirely.”

“Um, okay,” said Mindy. “I guess I’ll talk to gebze escort Erin about it then. You go get well, Mom.”

***

Mindy watched as her mother retreated back to her room, stumbling almost like a drunk the whole way through as she leaned on the wall for support and periodically tugged at her dress. The teen couldn’t help but feel concerned for her, but decided it was best not to push the issue just yet. God only knew she had enough on her plate with Erin.

Seeing as there was nothing else to do, Mindy tossed her apple core in the trash and made her way to her own room, deciding to fire up a video game for the time being. It had been a week since she got to sate her taste for some digital action, and she was feeling a little starved for it. A few minutes after turning the console on, Erin came in as well, having finally finished up her shower.

Sure did take her sweet time though, she mused as she played, her gaze glued to the TV screen as Erin wordlessly trotted past her, opening up this drawer and that drawer before settling down at her desk and turning her computer on.

“Did Mom come back while I was gone?” she asked.

“Yeah. We were talking while you were in the…shower,” Mindy said, verbally stumbling and doing a double-take as she turned to address her sister. “Um…she’s…a little sick right now though, so you should probably leave her alone for the time being.”

“What did you talk about?” Erin inquired, her eyes narrowing suspiciously at her twin.

“Just small talk about some of the less…interesting things to happen at Duny Beach,” said Mindy, who was finding it harder to keep a straight face as she looked at her sister. The fact that she had to be so evasive with her answer also had something to do with it, though she knew she was technically being honest with Erin. From a certain point of view of course. “Nothing to get your…heh, panties in a bunch over.”

“You better not’ve,” said Erin, who turned back to her computer.

Mindy shrugged and returned to her game. She supposed she should tell her sister to put some clothes on, considering she was wearing nothing but a towel around her head. But why embarrass Erin and get another earful out of her when they could both just relax after getting home from such a strenuous trip? Besides, Erin would eventually figure out her mistake, one way or another.

***

Ugh, the office sucked really hard balls. Henrietta had to spend the whole day interviewing no less than five applicants, and not a single one of the idiots seemed even remotely qualified to scrub a toilet, let alone write source code. Which could only mean one thing: the job-hunting process would continue, and she’d have another round of interviews to look forward to next week, likely with even bigger boneheads whose resumes weren’t good enough to pass the first round of inspections.

However, the worst part was…actually, Henrietta couldn’t make up her mind what the worst part had been. Was it when she had to spend an hour talking to that one boring, bespectacled man with the robot voice when all she could think about was how much she would rather look at a cute girl instead? Or was it when she actually did get to spend an hour looking at and speaking to a cute girl? A cute girl who, while a complete ditz, Henrietta just couldn’t stop undressing with her eyes. Which of course led to a myriad of other fantasies, like asking the girl out on a date, convincing her to become a nudist like Carol, introducing her to Zenrism, and making sweet love to her right there in the office.

Yeah, the cute girl applicant had definitely been the worst part. She made Henrietta’s mind wander, caused her imagination to go wild, pulled at the tethers of her professionalism at the most inopportune time, and left her feeling horny for the rest of the day. If only a Zenrist really did work at the office.

Well, she might not have had any Zenrists to help her at work, but Henrietta knew one who would be able and willing to help her now that the work day was over. And she was standing outside her apartment right now, her coat already unbuttoned and her panties sitting somewhere in the backseat of her car. And after giving the door a few overexcited knocks, she would soon be treated to the sensual feast that was Caroline Connors.

I can’t wait to see her! All horny like I am right now, and naked, her nipples hard and her lips moist…both of them in fact! I wonder if it’s possible she’s already fully converted? If so, then maybe we can…

The door opened, and to Henrietta’s surprise, it was not naked Carol who greeted her, but her younger, slimmer, longer-haired, and equally-naked daughter.

“Oh, Henrietta,” said the girl, who the older woman was certain was Erin. She had learned to differentiate the twins by the tones of their skin, with Erin having the tanner complexion as opposed to her sister, who maintained her mother’s creamier shade. “Are you here to see Mom?”

“I…uh, yes,” said darıca escort the redhead once she got done peeling her jaw off the floor. She had a hard time actually believing what she was seeing. In all the years she had known Erin, she had never once seen the girl nude before. Not that she could complain now that she was seeing it; the teen had matured into a brilliant young woman. Her figure wasn’t as Amazonian as her mother’s, but one could still see the resemblance with her black hair, her elegant, almost regal-looking face, and her large, lovely, lively tits. Henrietta had a hard time taking her eyes off them, their every little bounce and jiggle causing her inner muscles to clench wetly with want. Like a stubborn band-aid, she had to tear her gaze away from them, lowering her head to the floor like an ashamed child just to keep them out of her sight…only to get an eyeful of the girl’s perfectly smooth, shaved, and slightly pale mound.

Oh, fuck me!

“Well, she’s kind of sick right now,” said Erin, who didn’t seem to be the least bit fazed by her nudity or Henrietta’s reaction to it. “So I doubt she’ll be up for a date with you tonight.”

“She’s sick?” said Henrietta, recovering herself to look back into the girl’s eyes. “What do you mean she’s sick? And speaking of which, why are you…” She was about to ask the teen what she was doing ‘dressed’ as she was when she suddenly caught sight of Mindy poking her head out of her room, grinning like the Cheshire Cat and putting a finger to her lips to tell the older woman to stay quiet.

Erin just shrugged, giving her breasts another healthy jiggle. “Yeah, you’d have to ask Mindy about it. She knows more than I do.”

“And I think I’ll be more than happy to tell you all about it, Aunt Henri,” said Mindy as she exited her room clapping her hands together. Unlike her sister, she was fully clothed.

“Suit yourself,” said Erin. That got a snicker out of Mindy, which prompted the nude girl to raise a questioning eyebrow at her before shrugging again and walking back to her room, swaying her tight rump back and forth every step of the way.

“Enjoy the view?” said Mindy when the door closed shut, confident that she and the older woman now had a bit more privacy.

Henrietta was caught off guard. “Wh-what makes you think I’d…no, no, of course not! I wouldn’t…”

“You don’t need to deny it, Aunt Henri,” said Mindy. “You know we’ve both been 18 for a few weeks now, so it’s not like anyone’s gonna judge you for it or anything. And ‘sides, I could see plain as day you liked what you saw!”

“But she…you,” stammered the redhead, feeling so flat-footed that she would slip on the floor any minute “you’re both my best friend’s kids! You’ve been like nieces to me. Of course it would feel weird. And creepy.”

Mindy giggled. “You know, I’ve never seen you act so flustered before. You’ve always been like the devil on Mom’s shoulder, coaxing her into doing things she’d never even consider. It’s really cute. ”

“Should…I go?” said Henrietta. She came here to have a roll in the hay with Carol, but since she appeared to be sick and her daughters were home already, that clearly wasn’t going to happen.

“No, no, stay a while,” said Mindy. “It would be nice to talk to someone who doesn’t have an invisible stick up her ass. And who knows? Maybe Mom will enjoy the company when she wakes up.”

“O…kay,” said Henrietta as she hesitantly stepped into the apartment, closing the door behind her.

As she took a seat at the kitchen table, Mindy reached into the fridge to get out some juice. “Never thought I’d see the day where both you and Mom would get so tongue-tied.”

“What do you mean by that?” said Henrietta, who was still trying to get her head on straight after the naked sneak attack Erin threw at her.

“Oh, about a week ago, I walked into Mom’s room and saw her looking at porn on the internet without any clothes on. The face she made…God, I wish I had a camera out when I saw that. She was all like ‘HUHHHHHH!'” At this, Mindy let out a loud, theatrical gasp as she put a hand over her mouth to imitate her mother’s expression of horror. “Ha-ha-ha! I coulda made a million bucks selling that image!”

“Ah yes, she told me about that incident,” said Henrietta as the younger girl gave her a glass of juice. “And yes, she was really embarrassed about it. Thought maybe she had disgusted or traumatized you in some way.”

“Oh, Mom’s so silly,” said Mindy as she sat down opposite the redhead. “A little nudity never hurt me or anyone.”

“That’s what I tried to tell her, but she wouldn’t listen,” said Henrietta with a small laugh. Feeling a light bulb suddenly turn on in her head, the older woman leaned forward with keen interest, looking directly into Mindy’s eyes to express her seriousness. “So…you really didn’t mind seeing your own mother completely naked?’

“Why would I?” said Mindy. “Looking at her all embarrassed and vulnerable like that was adorable! Kinda like you were just a second ago. And besides, Mom’s beautiful. She takes care of herself. Not like most of the people I had to put up with over the weekend. We spent the first day at Duny on a nude beach, and let me tell you, most of the goers there had no business running around nude! I’d rather look at Mom naked any day of the week than any of them.”

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I have never been a fan of masturbation vids or scenes. Maybe they are too personal or just done wrong. I don’t know. Anyway, I had caught up with an old high school classmate one afternoon. I had taken only half a day because I had a long night of browsing the Internet for research material for a class the day before. I practically pulled an all-nighter and I was dragging my ass even before I got dressed for work. At lunch I left and stopped at a new Chinese restaurant. I ordered before I arrived because I was too tired to wait.

By the time I got there my food had just hit the grill. The place was nearly packed. I had ordered bulgoki and General Tso’s pork with fried rice. My plan was to be knocked out within twenty minutes after I eat. Then, as I was sitting in a chair, I received taps on my right shoulder. I turned to regard the person thinking he or she wanted to ask if I was ordering.

I looked to my side and I saw an old classmate. From the time in high school; the non-curvy, oblong, fat, Asian girl had filled out in ways that made me triple-take. I stood up astounded by her figure. She said hello or something along those lines. Her lower region had escort kocaeli bayan expanded widely, a true hipster and fat thighs; small calves and ankles. She had her folds or roles at her midsection and her small breasts had transformed into the higher medium range. Her full cheeks and still small lips. Her hair was still long as hell. She also wore glasses which made her even cuter.

She had come in for an over-the-phone-order as well. It was only a few minutes before my food was ready. That was more than enough time to fully scan her and talk to her. I was leaving and then she grabbed my hand to hold me up. She came back with her food, looked like it was a multiple order. She wanted to meet up and hangout if at all possible. I told her the weekend because of my classes and assignments. She agreed and she gave me a hug. Like one big pillow she felt.

Over the week I was receiving certain emails from old college mates. You know the usual stuff: comic updates, porn, music, random videos of idiots, and random research and conspiracy type stuff. One of them sent me a vid of some big woman masturbating with a dildo. He assured me that it was hot beyond hot. We kocaeli otele gelen escort have similar tastes in women so I gave it a chance.

I will admit, she had skills. She used one of those suction or mounted ones. The whole scene was done really well. You can tell she checked the lighting and position of the camera a few good times. She placed the toy to the side of a very well made and stable stool. She then sat on it with her ass to the camera, but you couldn’t see above her waste. That was very fine with me, less personal. She tested out the stability of the stool and gave a little teasing show of her ass cheek skills.

Then she placed the fake dick on the stool. She adjusted it just right in the center. She rolled a condom on it and then lubed it with a very enticing double-handed handjob. She stroked from the base to the top. Anyway, she backed up to the toy and with both her hands she opened her butt cheeks wide and slowly sat on the dildo. She haphazardly let go of her cheeks and they flopped together ,and then she let out a very sexy moan. Real or not, I was ready to stroke one off.

She got into rhythm izmit suriyeli escort first by just bouncing up and down. She just oooohed first. She did this routine for about a minute, and trust me, that is a long time. She picked up her pace and just put her waist into it. That wide load was dangerous. I shot in less than thirty seconds. Luckily it was quick and my dick got hard again, but she sat all the way down and then juggled her cheeks up and down. I lost it again and sprayed. There was still three minutes left so I paused it and waited to see the rest the next session.

Saturday came and my date and I went to a cafe. It had a bar and everything. Seriously, they made the drinks like in a bar. She had a nice demeanor and smile. I was trying my best to hold back a piss because I really was enjoying our conversation. I excused myself and alleviated myself of the pressure. My thoughts went to the anonymous ass bouncing on a sex toy last night. Luckily I was in a stall and I began stroking for a bit, but realized I had to get back to my company. As I walked back looking at my date’s butt, the “butt-anonymous” shot through my mind. It was the same shape, unbelievably so. She rocked to the side a bit and I nearly tripped over myself. She turned to regard the sound. Luckily I had recovered. She asked if I was ok and I gave a fake reassurance. Through the rest of the date I was asking questions to get evidence if she does masturbation videos. She didn’t give up the right information so I was left wondering and imaginative that night. Yes, “had to change sheets” type of explosion.

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Jacques Devereaux’s thoughts went back to the evening which had resulted in the g-string problem and chuckled to himself. It was quite funny in retrospect, but potentially pretty serious at the time. He had invited a young male Spanish client over for dinner one evening and there was just the three of them. He had placed Elise at the head of the table, himself to her right and their guest to her left so she would be between them both, and also it would be easier for Jacques to talk to Miguel face-to-face. Elise, bored as usual with their business talk, and far more interested in her guest, was amusing herself by playing footsie with Miguel. She had slipped off her left mule and was running her bare toes up and down his right calf under his trouser leg, all the time nodding sweetly at the two men as they exchanged stories. Miguel was clearly not listening to Jacques very much towards the end of the meal, and made a couple of minor gaffes, which amused Elise and initially puzzled Jacques, but he shot a quizzical glance at Elise, and realised from her coquettish look and quick smile that she was up to something. Lisa, the Filipino maid, kept popping in and out with the food, and she too caught the atmosphere of something a-foot.

Immediately after the meal, Jacques excused himself and retired to his study “to await a long-distance call from Beijing”. Jacques, suspecting, nay hoping for some romantic fun, flipped on the viewing system for the lounge and sat back.

Immediately after Jacques left, Elise rose and, offering her hand to Miguel, and led him over towards a large comfortable armchair in the lounge area adjacent to the dining area, separated only by a single step down. As she turned to sit, Miguel dropped to one knee. Slipping off her left mule again he commenced to kiss the foot that had so turned him on only minutes before. The kissing continued up her calf with such intensity that Elise delightedly found herself drawn irresistibly into the energy of this young, dark, handsome youth. She found herself unconsciously sliding forward to receive more of his attentions.

Jacques, now seated at his L-shaped desk, swung his high-back office chair round to the right, his back towards the door, to view the massive overhead monitor located above the tail of the L, which he now selected to the lounge. He then selected on the one screen the four lounge cameras nearest to the armchair. The ones at each side of the lounge were out of range of the optical zoom but still quite reasonably acceptable on the digital zoom. The two overhead cameras, however, were positioned perfectly and Jacques adjusted the tilt and zoomed-in carefully on the space between the pair. He flicked the switch to set the open-reel tape deck running. Now he looked back up with satisfaction at the screen divided into four, one quarter for each camera. He stiffened somewhat then smiled in anticipation as he saw Miguel kneeling and looking upwards at Elise’s face, searching for approval, as he continued his romantic foray towards his goal between her milky white thighs.

Elise, completely relaxed and smiling softly down on Miguel, casually slipped off her right mule and lifted her right leg up, positioning her heel on his left shoulder. As she did so, her long floral wraparound skirt, clipped at the left, slid away to the right exposing the deep yellow vee-patch of the front of her thong. Miguel gazed down at the beauty now suddenly exposed before him, and so close to his lips. Her pubic mound was smooth and convex, rounded and firmly delineated against the thong, with the classic vertical depression camel-toe clearly outlined. Miguel looked up quickly at Elise and saw rather than heard her whisper “Yesss”. Realising he had now been given full clearance he swiftly but gently lifted the remaining leg of Elise onto his right shoulder. Now, sliding his hands under her buttocks, escort kocaeli he continued his caressing of Elise’s succulent inner thighs until his lips came up hard against her thong. As his tongue rasped over the precious yellow triangle, tasting and smelling the mixed fragrances, he reached down and quickly loosened his belt, then unzipped rapidly letting his pants slip quickly to the floor as he rose. Quickly he rolled back his Y-fronts to release seven inches of hard thick muscle, dark red and very much ready for action.

Elise gazed up at her newfound prize, noticing that it had a very pronounced upward curve and felt a butterfly twinge in her stomach and momentary dizziness at the anticipation of this awesome rod about to fully penetrate her vagina. That was followed immediately by a warm fluid sensation in her lower tummy, which made a dark vertical stain on her thong, clearly marking the focal point. Elise now quickly reached over to her left with her right hand and unhooked her skirt letting it now finally fall completely away. “That curve”, she thought, ” He is going to go straight to my G-spot. Oh my God”

Jacques could not take his eyes off the screen now showing in graphic detail the adventure unfolding before his eyes. He felt his manhood starting to throb and push against his trousers. Never taking his eyes off the screen for a moment he slackened his belt, unzipped and eased out his throbbing cock, then commenced to slowly massage it up and down as he watched the gripping action in the lounge. His dream of action was coming true…

Elise reached down with her left hand and hooked her finger into the right side of her thong, moving it aside and exposing the flushed lips of her pussy surrounded by masses of short straight black hair. Miguel gasped and paused momentarily at the sight of this exceptional and awesome female creation. Regaining his composure somewhat but with heart pounding he quickly worked the head of his cock into the labia with small circular movements, and then pushed firmly, sliding smoothly deep inside her welcoming cunt. Elise now crossed her arms and lifted her body-tube up and over her full firm breasts, which now tumbled into sight, bra-less, showing her long erect protruding nipples, and large brown areolas, typical of her Chinese origin.

Jacques was watching the screen intently and enjoying himself immensely, so much so that he was taken completely aback when he heard a small cough near his elbow. Cock in hand he swung half around, and to his intense relief found Lisa looking with wide-eyed interest at the screen above them.

Lisa was already rubbing and fingering herself between her legs, under her short skirt and giggled as she glanced down at the discomfiture of Jacques. Lisa then quickly dropped to her knees and took charge of Jacques’ headache between her small but full lips.

Back in the lounge, Miguel now placed his hands firmly on the shoulders of Elise and commenced to fuck. Boy could he fuck. Miguel fucked with long, slow, smooth strokes followed by intense short fast bursts with his hands on her hips, which brought Elise to wave after wave of orgasm. During the slow scenes, Miguel sucked long and hard on her firm, long protruding nipples, alternating with aggressive French tongue kissing which drove Elise wild.

Lisa and Jacques watched in awed silence at the incredibly hot scene being enacted in the lounge. Eventually Lisa could stand it no longer and stood up only to wriggle up onto Jacques’ desk bringing her legs up also onto the desk in a big capital M. Her short flared maid’s skirt fell back over her thighs.

Jacques could now see clearly Lisa was wearing no panties, only a black suspender belt attached to her black fishnet stockings. Her thick black curly pubic hair matched and completed her black underwear and skirt kocaeli escort perfectly, offset by a tantalising hint of deep pink in the centre. Jacques, fully excited by the sight, stood up rapidly and quickly discarded his trousers and underpants. He then pulled Lisa towards him gripping her around the thighs, and sank his aching throbbing dick deep into the dark-pink, tight, hot, wet cunt presented to him. They both looked sideways at the lounge scene and soaked up the screen display, which charged their lust, as does a high-grade porno movie.

Jacques felt an overwhelming desire to fuck Lisa stupid, which was just what Lisa wanted. Jacques commenced to fuck her hard and furiously causing Lisa to cry out with strange little animal-like cries.

Back in the lounge, Elise had just experienced her fourth orgasm, and Miguel paused. As Jacques and Lisa watched, Miguel lifted the left leg of Elise over his head to turn her over to commence a second round doggy-style, but he did not withdraw his dick first.

Jacques of course was watching carefully, and he paused suddenly in mid-stroke, realising the error about to take place. Elise realised quickly something was amiss as she felt her thong pull very tight, followed by a low grunt from Miguel who now found his dick being strangled in her thong. Elise had the presence of mind to quickly reverse the last move and save the young man from further embarrassment. Miguel now retracted and after carefully turning Elise over, he gently rolled her bright yellow thong down to her knees. Holding his dick in one hand he located her vagina and wiggled it inside.

Now Miguel re-commenced the same pattern as before with long slow strokes whilst gripping the thighs of his princess, followed by short fast strokes whilst cupping her boobs. Elise was taken back on the roller-coaster ride once again; cumming over and over until at last Miguel slowed, shuddered, and discharged his hot sticky load deep inside her cunt.

Across in the office meanwhile, Jacques had paused during the fracas and now decided to change positions with Lisa also. Turning her over he pulled her back until only her shoulders were on his desk. Gripping her thighs from under he drove in deep from below penetrating the full depth of his cock until Lisa’s cunt locked in spasm and Jacques unloaded his juicy offering inside her.

Jacques now relaxed back in his chair, and Lisa, knowing Jacques’ kinky needs of old, climbed up onto the chair arms lowering her pussy onto Jacques’ face. Jacques cupped his hands round her buttocks and drew her very close, driving his tongue into her still-wet, hot cunt and licking out all the pussy-juices they had made together.

Elise turned and spoke to Miguel, “Thank you for the wonderful ride my new friend and exceptional lover. I know my husband has been filming us. Would you like to see it? You can have a copy, or we can erase the whole thing if you like. Up to you.”

Miguel thought for a moment and replied, “But of course I want to see it. What a surprise and treat that will be!” They dressed quickly and headed over to the office where they found Jacques and Lisa awaiting them.

Jacques quickly installed Miguel in his high chair to watch the re-run, and within a very short time, Lisa was busy helping Miguel free his dick once again so she could bring it back to life with her magic lips, helped by the close-up film of himself fucking the beautiful Elise.

Elise, for her part, climbed onto Jacques’ desk so recently occupied by Lisa and lay back. Jacques came over and tenderly lifted up her legs, pushing them gently back over her head, all the while kissing them and licking her soaking-wet thong as he rolled it back so he could work his tongue into her still-hot cunt and slurp out all the remaining nectar.

Meanwhile kocaeli sınırsız escort bayan Lisa had achieved her objective: Miguel now had a wonderful, stiff, hard cock once again and Lisa lost no time in climbing on board. With her arms around his neck, she pumped up and down on it for several minutes until Miguel finally discharged a new load into her willing and receptive cunt.

“Well, Miguel,” spoke Jacques as Lisa finally disembarked, “You have had an eventful and tiring evening. Can we offer you a bed here for the night?” he continued.

“And IF you are not TOO exhausted, perhaps Jacques and I can join you for a Devereaux Nightcap…Jacques has a wonderful Cocktail which he is always dying to practice,” quipped Elise with a sly wink to Miguel.

“I would be absolutely delighted,” replied Miguel. “After all, I would be simply holed-up in my Hotel room. I would much rather be holed-up here,” he quipped back, giving back the same sly wink to Elise. Jacques and Elise both laughed.

“Then great,” answered Jacques. “Lisa will show you to your room and we will both see you there an hour from now”

An hour or so later found Jacques and Elise walking hand-in-hand towards the Guest Bedroom, clothed only in large white beach towels. Elise had let down her shoulder-length shiny black hair. They entered the room lit only by a small warm-glow table-lamp. Miguel rose to greet them, attired similarly. “Hope you are well-rested,” said Jacques.

“I believe so,” replied Miguel.

“We shall soon see,” laughed Elise.

Jacques meanwhile was positioning himself across the centre of the double bed, face-up and with his head at the very edge. He unfastened his towel, laid it carefully out at each side, and lay still.

Elise now stepped-up onto the bed, dropping off her towel as she moved. She straddled Jacques head and lowered her freshly-perfumed pussy into his face. Seconds later, Miguel discarded his towel and moved in behind Elise. Jacques now placed his hands under the buttocks of Elise and raised her ever-so-slightly off his face, while Elise bent forward and took Jacques’ cock into her mouth. Miguel had no choice now but to wiggle his way into Elise over the lips of Jacques. Miguel then fell back into his old fast-slow routine, but this time, his cock was massaged and cleaned by Jacques on every retraction, and his stallion balls slapped into Jacques face on every penetration. Elise came and came again with the fast-slow routine until at last, Miguel could hold off no longer and exploded deep inside her cunt. Jacques was completely caught up in the sequence and ejaculated hard into Elise’s mouth as Miguel ejaculated. Jacques then carefully licked Miguel’s cock as he retracted, before easing Elise back down onto his rigid tongue to clean up as the juice seeped back down.

Lisa, seated with her legs crossed in Jacques’ high-back chair, was watching the action secretly from Jacques’ office. As Jacques and Miguel ejaculated she climaxed with her masturbating, switched-off the equipment, then noiselessly slipped back to her room.

Another hour later, the house was silent. Lisa, lying naked in bed as usual, rose quietly and headed for the Guest Room. She opened the door slowly, slipped inside and closed the door silently behind her. She could faintly see an outline on the bed covered by a plain white sheet.

Noiselessly she dropped to her knees alongside the sleeping figure. Finding the edge of the sheet, she slipped her hand under and worked across towards the still figure. Her hand found its mark, and with pleasure Lisa noted that the sleeping figure also was nude. She gently held the sleeping dick and commenced a slow massage. The figure stirred, paused as it tried to take in the new data, then a hand came around her buttocks and pulled her gently on board, at the same time casting aside the sheet. Lisa straddled Miguel’s head in a classical 69 and took his flaccid cock into her mouth. Soon his cock responded and Lisa’s excitement grew as Miguel sucked her clitoris and tongue-fucked her over and over. Soon she was riding his cockhorse again.

The sky was streaked with grey when Lisa and Miguel fell asleep in each other’s arms.

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That first morning after uncovering Eve’s mutual lust, passed in a dreamlike haze. Daring barely to look at the object of my desire, four o’clock arrived and Eve breezed out of the office, a brief glance my way as if to say: “Why didn’t you come and see me today?” At least that’s the way I interpreted it.

The following morning, having conspired to miss the alarm and panicking to make nine o’clock, I was devastated to see Eve’s chair pressed into the desk, her screen black and lifeless. Leaning over the back of the chair, our boss Graham imparted the news that Eve would be working from home the rest of the week. My heart sank.

“You still going on Friday night?” enquired Graham, as an afterthought, my puzzled expression met with the words: “The summer barbecue. Coach is leaving dead on five.”

It had completely slipped my mind. I wondered whether Eve would be there. “Who else is going?” I fished.

“Most of this lot,” came Graham’s response rang as he ambled away.

A smile elevated my lipa. The gorgeous Eve wouldn’t miss a party, would she?

That lunchtime I cornered my pal Danny in the bar. “Are you going to this do on Friday?”

He nodded, lips coated in beer froth. I followed up awkwardly: “You know if…if, um…if Eve’s going?”

“Oh yeah?” he teased, forcing me to quieten him down, with a calming hand. “Let’s hope so, hey,especially if it’s anything like the performance at Christmas…”

I raised my eyebrows but he just smiled back and said simply: “Ask Graham.”

Graham? I slumped at the bar disconsolately. She hadn’t, had she?

Back in the office I ‘bumped’ into Graham at the coffee machine. After some chit-chat, I fired the bullet “I hear Eve enjoyed herself at the Christmas party. You think we can expect a repeat?”

“Oh yeah, who’s been telling tales?” enquired my stern-faced boss, causing my face to redden and the hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention.

I stammered, the words twisting on my tongue as Graham grinned and moved away. “Let’s just say she enjoyed herself.”

None the wiser, I made a point of ‘bumping’ into Danny again, on the way back to the station. Blunt and to the point, I needed to know. “So come on then, what did happen between Eve and Graham at Christmas?”

Danny chortled. “Not sure I should tell you this. It might not be good for your health.”

My pleas eventually prompted the words: “Well, the story goes that Graham had to leave early. He went to get his coat from the cloakroom, and there was Eve, let’s say, getting rather intimate with another member of staff.”

Though I didn’t really want to hear this, my eyebrows gestured for him continue.

“Yeah, there in the cloakroom was Eve having her pussy licked.”

I frowned.

“Yeah, by that Susan Jones from the Reading branch. You know, Suze, the sexy little blonde minx?”

My eyes bulged before a little grin a smug satisfaction settled on my face. So Suze worked at Waterman’s too.

That night I enjoyed an evening of self-pleasure, drifting off with thoughts of Eve…and of Suze.

The following day crawled by, punctuated only by a telephone call at 3.30. “Hi Nick,” sounded the female voice. “It’s Eve.”

“Eve?”

“Sorry to disturb you. I’m working on the Tech Style account, but there’s some stuff in the file I need pretty urgently.”

Eager kocaeli escort bayan to impress, I offered to sort out a courier the following morning. Eve paused. “I kinda need it more urgently than that, tonight really.”

I exhaled, as Eve continued: “Look, I’m virtually on your route home…”

How could I possibly refuse?

My head awash with thoughts and possibilities, the rest of the afternoon passed staring at the screen, mouth agape.

Stood awkwardly at Eve’s front door like a student on his first interview, I pressed the bell gingerly. Eve answered with a warm smile, gesturing me inside. Even in casual attire of pink t-shirt, faded jeans and fluffy carpet slippers, her beauty shone through. This, I had a funny feeling, went deeper than mere lust.

I handed over the file.

“Oh, the file,” she giggled. “You will stay for a drink, won’t you Nick” she added rhetorically, returning a minute later with two nicely chilled bottles of Becks.

As I furtively watched her sip the lager, lips taking the neck of the bottle so damned alluringly, I was forced to cross my legs. As we made small talk about work, each avoided the other’s eyes. “Ooh, before you go,” Eve smiled, “you can help me.”

I looked back inquisitively before she added. “I need a man’s opinion. Wait here.”

Five minutes later she returned, the jeans and t-shirt substituted for a summery little number, a bohemian-style one-piece, in purple and dark green shades. The material was so light and airy it was virtually transparent. The dangerously plunging neckline seemed to balance on her nipples. The rest clung like skin to her body. Flaring at a pleated waist, the outfit stopped mid thigh. More flesh on show than even a good day in the office, a black thong protected Eve’s modesty. Open toed black sandals completed the gypsy look. I was speechless. “Well?”

“Very nice,” I responded weakly, though the voice inside was screaming.

“Hmmm, ok,” she mouthed, “Don’t go anywhere.”

Minutes later Eve returned in a fresh outfit, causing my eyes to pop once more. A halter design in ice white stretched like a bandage around her comely breasts, leaving her shoulders and trim lower belly exposed. My eyes were transfixed. The black satin trousers looked uncomfortably tight, a pair of black stilettos completing the look. “So, which one?” she prompted, bottom lip quivering.

A rub of the chin and a grave exhale greeted Eve’s question. I took a long swig, rolling the beer over my tongue. “As nice as that is, the first one,” I conceded eventually.

A smile warmed her heart-shaped face. “More practical and easier for dancing,” she concurred. “Thanks Nick.”

Tottering in the heels, Eve leaned forward to kiss my forehead, the halter stretching to accommodate the pendulous movement in her heaving chest. I wanted to reach out and take each spectacular orb in my hands, squeezing gently. Yet in a heartbeat she was gone, the click of heels becoming ever quieter up the stairs.

Five more minutes passed and I glanced at my watch, finishing the last drops of beer.

Another five minutes and I sighed. Really I should be getting off home.

Standing, I called up the stairs – no reply. Repeating her name, tentatively I mounted the bottom stair. Another call of her name, but still no acknowledgement came. Halfway up, I was able to peer across the landing, the bedroom door slightly ajar. “Eve?” I whispered, clambering up, before extending a finger to push the door further open.

“A-ha, honey,” sounded izmit otele gelen escort Eve’s voice from inside

She was on the telephone, stretched horizontally on the bed, facing away. In a state of partial dress, the t-shirt clung to her back, my eyes lowering to her sculptured legs, extended and exposed, and kicking playfully. Looking up past the curves at the back of her knees, over each firm thigh and to her bum, the black thong pressed tightly in the crack of her sexy arse. My breathing at this point was somewhat erratic.

She must have heard for she turned. A hand raised in contrition, I mouthed that it was time I went. Still listening at the phone, she waved her hand back and forth, gesticulating for me to wait.

So I waited.

Finally ending the call, she turned to face me, holding out a slender hand. Her pouty lips broke into a lustful smile. A tug and I fell on my back on the bed, Eve’s fingers dancing at my fly, trousers and boxers flung to my knees in one easy tug. “Must be quick,” she breathed hoarsely, “Suze is on her way home.”

Eve’s middle fingernail slid along the bed, stopping to caress my perineum whilst her thumb massaged each ball. My cock began to inflate, quickly reaching a state of semi-erection.

“Mmmmmmm,” Eve exhaled, those blowjob-friendly lips reverberating as a finger ran the length of the underside of the rapidly hardening shaft.

I looked down as an alarming amount of precum oozed from the eye. Eve dipped in a finger appreciatively, a dewy string stretching from the head of my penis to her finger. A taste of the salty deposit was followed by the wickedest of expressions. Quite how I didn’t shoot my load there and then I’ll never know.

My cock stood proudly erect, pointing back at my navel. Eve placed her thumb and forefinger just below the head and drew back the foreskin slowly. A tingle coursed my groin as her fingers came to rest at the base of the base of the shaft. Eve poked out her tongue, running it back and forth between her teeth. Then she climbed onto her knees.

I was able to steal a breath before the pointed tip of her tongue fired hard at the eye. Oh, that felt just incredible, more precum being dispensed. Retracting slightly she licked the eye clean, smacking together her gorgeous lips. Gripping my cock in the webbed area of skin between thumb and forefinger, gently Eve stroked up and down, squeezing out yet another huge dollop of precum. Her free fingers extended to tickle my balls, rolling them gently.

Eve’s mouth churned as she gathered saliva on her tongue. Grinning broadly, her head dipped, taking the head once more between her lips, a ready supply of spittle dispersed evenly. I could feel her tongue as it swirled eagerly all over the head, before settling ultimately on the corona, licking the ridged arc. The eager tip ran under beneath the ridge, causing my breath to speed as those brunette curls brushed my thighs and belly. Whilst working the head lovingly with her mouth, Eve’s fingers pressed gently at the base, pressing up to meet the downward sucks.

Suddenly I caught her eyes, locked on mine, two big brown buttons full of expression. I smiled and she returned the smile, pleased to learn that she was pleasing me. Tilting her head, she kissed the dancing shaft from top to bottom and up again, head twisting as it reached the throbbing purple helmet. Drawing back the foreskin, her tongue darted over the protruding vein that runs down the middle on top of the shaft.

Pursing her lips, once kocaeli suriyeli escort more Eve’s mouth descended upon the spongy dome, taking it deep, lips lowering to wrap around the shaft. Re-positioning her head, she took the whole cock inside, tongue flicking. Her head bobbed, those sweet lips working the foreskin back and forth until I almost passed out from the pleasure.

At that moment I happened to glance up, eyes as wide as ping pong balls. We were not alone. Standing in the doorway was another girl I assumed to be the mysterious lover, Suze. Not at all as I’d envisioned, save for the long blonde hair, she was short and cute, and younger perhaps than the girl at my groin.

My eyes fixed upon Suze as Eve bobbed and down on my cock. It was evident this girl was as caught up in the whole seduction as Eve and I, the knuckles of her right hand imprinted in her panties. Pulling out the hand, immediately a dark spot spread over the crotch area. Suze held a finger to her lips, gesturing at me to keep shush. Smiling wantonly, she slid the finger sensuously between her lips, sucking hard and tasting her own pussy. A look of pure ecstacy framed her face. Showing her dry fingers to me and grinning, Suze pressed them back in the hem of her panties and deep into her cunt, biting her bottom lip.

So caught up in her pleasuring was Eve that she remained blissfully unaware her female lover stood mere yards away, masturbating furiously. Building up a speed, the tip of my cock bounced off the back of her throat as I felt the first stirring of orgasm. Shaft dripping with saliva, I slid in and out so easily I was able to start fucking her face. Eve groaned in muffled appreciation as I gripped hard at her hair, cock slamming deep. “Oh fuck I’m so close,” I groaned, Eve’s eyes resting wondrously on mine.

In the doorway, Suze discarded the shirt, shaking it free of her shoulders and unveiling her breasts. At least one cup size, possibly two, smaller than Eve’s, they were more than compensated for by the most enormous nipples, as large as my thumb ends. Her spare hand elevated to pinch each fully erect teat in turn, face shrouded with lust. As she twisted her fingers, her mouth opened, allowing a little gasp to fall. Yet her secrecy remained, the unmistakeable squelching of pussy barely audible above the slapping of flesh as I fucked Eve’s mouth.

“Oh my God,” I cried, close to cumming.

“Shoot your load in her face,” mouthed Suze, displaying a wicked grin and licking her lips. “Do it.”

Eve drew back, my cock popping from her mouth, the head soaked with spittle. It was a calculated move, I imagined, so that she was able to witness the outcome of her handiwork, the hugest, most intense spurt in my life. It was accompanied by a grunt of pleasured as a rope of cum lassoed upon her lips and chin. Kneading the shaft expertly, a second string hit her face hard.

“Dirty boy,” mouthed Suze, eliciting a third spurt, landing on the front of Eve’s pink t-shirt.

Licking hungrily, she gulped every ounce of cum to the back of her throat, neck constricting. Still swallowing, she plunged her mouth once more on my cock, milking every last drop till the erection finally subsided. Her head in my groin, breath warming my belly, I stroked her curls, watching as Suze backed away. From along the landing echoed Suze’s unmistakeable orgasm. I pictured her neat little body quaking, her straw cloured pubes glistening with pussyjuice. In this pair I had stumbled upon every man’s dream.

Five minutes passed before Eve raised her head from my lap, smiling dreamily. “You’d better go. Suze is due home any moment.”

I returned the smile, nodding before Eve led me to the front door. “Thanks for the, um, file.”

My grin spread. “Guess I’ll see you at the party.”

Eve blew me kiss. “You bet.”

I could barely wait.

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Sorry for the delay in publishing this chapter – it’s been a busy old time. For those of you who enjoy Susan’s tale, good news. The next chapter will be out in minutes and she’s pestering me to finish at least one more too.

Susan first appeared in Entertaining at Home. Other characters mentioned joined the story in subsequent episodes of Entertaining at Large. If you like the look of this chapter it might be worth checking them out to discover people’s back stories. Comments, suggestions and support welcomed as always and thanks to those of you who already have.

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New bra and panties, that’ll do it. I should make some kind of effort. I mean, the Pump House is the sort of place you dress up for. But I’m damned if I’m buying a new dress just to try and impress someone I’ve never even met.

It was, I admitted to myself, a last desperate attempt to drum up some kind of enthusiasm for Steve’s big night. Work had been a struggle. After all the excitement about our promotion, Muhammad and I had been confronted with the enormity of the task we faced. It had been a debilitating day interviewing, and trying to enthuse, the resentful and uncooperative dispatch department lackeys.

Derek the hairdresser’s outrage at the state of my hair – outrage and disgust to quote him accurately – came as no relief. Normally, I find, there’s nothing like a gay hairdresser in full uber-camp mode to brighten you up. Today I just resented having to take time out of a packed schedule to be abused. Picking up the team’s new kit from Red had just been another chore.

The chaos created by the adolescent banging into displays and running over customers’ feet as he followed me sashaying to my car with a fully laden trolley was a bit of a fillip. I tipped him a fiver and told him to make sure Red brought him down to the Crown’s reopening night.

‘I’m one of the dancers. I’ll make sure you’re properly looked after.’

A little wink and that was him sorted for masturbatory fantasies for a month or so. You’ve got to do what you can to help people as you pass along this mortal path. Right? But somehow it just left me feeling cheap.

The Nightie Nook, as the name suggests, has been around a long time. At one time it did just sell nightdresses and the like. But things change, and it had carved out a niche for itself selling bras and knickers to people – women mostly – wanting something better than chain store standards without being stiffed for designer prices. My mum had taken me there the first time almost as soon as I got tits. Andrea and Marcie who run it have decades of experience of assessing boobs and bums. They barely need to use tape measures anymore.

Normally, I could lose myself in there for an hour at least. Gossiping, admiring lacy flimsies, giving and receiving confidences about exciting times ahead. Today I was just flat and asked them to pick me something that would cheer me up. I left with the pair of them shaking sad heads and enjoining me to “have a good time” with all the conviction of a nurse sending you off for an internal.

As I lay in a warm bath – there was no way I was subjecting Derek’s creation to a shower after his tongue-lashing – I was seriously contemplating abandoning my no-booze-in-January pledge.

And to cap it all, Steve had been a nightmare since breakfast time.

“U’ve not 4goten have U?”

Was waiting for me on my phone when I got back from my ride at a quarter to six. I had put in extra miles because I was taking my car to work. By the time I had read and replied to three messages before lunch and five since, however, I was up for shaving my head, getting a tattoo, having a skinful and turning up at the restaurant in the nip.

I had been quizzed, and implicitly criticised, on every aspect of my exterior appearance in a way I had not submitted to since in thrall to the fashionista gestapo at school. Over lunch, my only chance to talk tactics with Muhammad, I had texted “F**k off. CU @ 8” hoping that would shut him up. But it only set off a flurry on appropriate language, etiquette, behaviour and suitable topics for conversation. He was very lucky he was not within punching distance.

My message before entering the Nook, “Buying lingerie. Considering crotchless. Any thoughts?”, hadn’t helped as much as I thought it would. His reply -“slut” – didn’t arrive until after I exited my ablutions, and left me in a quandary, Was he in a more relaxed mood, or was he just continuing the earlier critique? I suspected the latter, but hoped for the former.

The Royal Hotel is an anomaly. An old Victorian building in Gothic style, it dominates the square in which it stands, overpowering the much more modest town hall opposite. There is no evidence whatsoever that any member of our august leading dynasty has ever laid head on a pillow here. Ours is the kind of town they pass through, not stop in. Usually by train, but helicopter or private jet for preference. The Royal had been following most similar buildings in other places; a gentle downward spiral of decay and dilapidation towards the unloving arms of kocaeli escort a property developer. The kind who had, in other towns, converted once proud edifices into single-bedroom apartments for working singles without the wherewithal to afford a deposit somewhere nicer.

It had been rescued, if that’s the right word, by a big hotel chain. Investment had been made and the fabric repaired. It seemed to specialise in attracting business custom during the week; expense-account guests able to stretch to a significant upgrade on the ring-road rabbit hutches most of them stayed in. Packages for middle class couples seeking a “romantic, weekend experience” ensured full, seven-day occupancy. It was they who filled the foyer as I entered searching the crowds for Steve.

‘Sorry.’

I was grabbed from behind and kissed on the back of the head by someone who could only have been him. Weeks of smelling that tacky aftershave after football made him impossible to miss. I squirmed in his arms to face him.

‘I should think so too. There have been more than a few times today when I’ve wanted to knee you in the groin. And now I’ve got you just where I want you.’

I kissed him on the cheek a second before he jumped back. He knows me well enough never to be sure whether I’m joking or not.

‘What Ho, by the way.’

‘Again apologies. I’ve been a nervous wreck all day. I was just taking it out on you. But Helmut and my boss just signed the biggest contract the firm has ever won, so I guess tonight is something of a celebration.’

He was beaming. Smiling almost as much as when we won our first match just before Xmas. I kissed him again and we stood for a moment smiling at each other. It was good to be friends again. Maybe I should have splashed out for that dress. Looking around at the dolled-up women giggling excitedly as they checked in for their nights away, I began to feel slightly shop-soiled in the little black dress which was, by now, the sole wardrobe survivor of my marriage. I became aware that one of the party girls seemed to be staring at the pair of us. Her angry cough confirmed her interest.

‘Sorry, are we in your way? It’s just that I haven’t seen him for a few days.’

Steve looked startled and disengaged the arm I had casually snaked around his waist.

‘Chloe, this is Susan. Susan, Chloe. I guess you could call her my girlfriend.’

‘I certainly would call her that given the amount of time you spend talking about her. Pleasure to meet you.’

I put on my most disingenuous smile. It was true he spoke of her often, but mostly to complain about her clinginess and his certainty she was trying to manoeuvre him into marriage. I went to kiss her on the cheeks. Nothing like a bit of continental familiarity to maintain the hypocrisy. She was having none of it and dodged my move with an alacrity that Justin would have envied.

‘Sorry, but I’ve just had my hair and make-up done.’

‘Oh, me too. Well the hair anyway. Drag isn’t it?’

That was clearly the wrong thing to say. She looked at me with a flat expression as if trying to work out which planet I had descended from. She did look beautiful so I told her so. The last thing I wanted was to create an atmosphere between us which might undermine Steve’s big night. It seemed to mollify her; a state which was almost immediately destroyed by the arrival of Helmut.

‘Steven you are here most promptly. And you must be Chloe. It is a pleasure to meet you.’

He took one of my hands in both of his and bent from the waist to kiss it. Awkward. He was an attractive man of about fifty. I guessed he was slightly overweight, but with enough money to employ tailors who would disguise the fact. His once blond hair had significantly dulled but framed his still-handsome face perfectly. I liked him immediately, but the rational part of my brain was trying to map a way out of the mess his innocent mistake had caused.

Chloe’s expression had not changed which could only mean one thing: Botox. Steve was red and clearly at a loss for words. I smiled at Helmut whilst disentangling his hands from mine.

‘I’m Susan. This is Chloe. Steve and I are just friends. We play on the same football team.’

I was impressed by the way the German made amends. He immediately repeated his formal greeting with Chloe, this time dwelling at some length on her beauty, exquisite clothes and taste in jewellery. I watched her body relax as he laid on the flattery. It was more conscious and measured than Charles Pemberton’s easy grace, I thought, but bore many of the hallmarks of the same superior class consciousness. I tried to indicate with my eyes that Steve should join in. Miraculously he did, giving an entirely fictitious description of their meeting, her professional skills as an estate agent and their vibrant social life.

I knew from his own lips that they had met at a drunken party organised by a mutual friend and they had fucked on top of the washing machine in a cramped laundry room before they even knew each other’s names. He had only sought gölcük escort her out again when he found an earring in his shirt pocket the next morning. Turned out it wasn’t even hers. She was a receptionist at a letting agent, the sort of place which screwed as much money as possible out of vulnerable tenants and provided minimal services.

She clearly enjoyed being the centre of both men’s attention. I was happy to stand back and let them get on with it. I guest-watched while I waited for them to finish. The weekend arrivals seemed to divide into two groups: those who looked like they couldn’t wait to get into each other’s pants made up the majority. They passed me on their way to the bar – “complimentary half-bottle of bubbly on arrival” – determined to get their money’s worth out of the preliminaries, but clearly dying to get onto the main event. The minority, I guessed, we’re giving their relationships one last chance to rekindle before calling it a day.

When Girl from Ipanema came over the Muzak system I took the executive decision to move Chloe-fest along. Dad and I always used the song as the cue to get mum out of whatever shop she had dragged us to on a Saturday morning. If you wait long enough in any lift, airport or other shopping centre it is bound to come on within thirty minutes. Guaranteed.

The three of them sat in the back of the taxi on the way to the restaurant while I enjoyed the relative comfort of the front seat next to the driver. Helmut began questioning Chloe gently about the state of the UK property market. His intentions were no doubt good but the line of enquiry soon petered out and Steve and he turned to the minutiae of their recently concluded deal. Chloe’s responsibilities in the growth of the British economy clearly went no further than reading out lists of rents and tenancy conditions to potential customers.

I watched through the window as the town went through the Friday night ritual of transforming itself from place of work to party land. Tipsy office workers, slightly the worse for wear after raising their glasses to the end of the working week, fell gently out of pubs and bars into the early evening drizzle. The advanced guard of the coming legion of the under-dressed party crowd pushed in the other way. I picked up a palpable sense of the doomed excitement that would mark the night for most of them.

I was still wondering where I fitted in to that equation when we were ushered solicitously into the bar of the Pump House. This was a zone exempt from the border negotiations of the hoi polloi outside.

We were enveloped by an immediate sense of calm so tangible that it stopped dead Chloe’s exposition on the latest in shoe fashion. A woman of indeterminate age took coats and showed us to deep sofas and a couple of arm chairs where a man in a long apron awaited our orders. I slid into the deep chair and took the cocktail menu from him. I took a moment to enjoy the comfort as Steve explained to Chloe in quiet tones that perhaps she should try a Manhattan and that, no, they would not make her a Slow-Screw-Against-the-Wall. Helmut smiled at me across the small table between us.

The design of the Pump House was remarkable. Although it was packed with diners and we had a number of fellow drinkers in the bar area we were all enjoying the ambience as if in our own private rooms. The combination of discrete lighting and the strategic positioning of the tables meant that whatever trysts or business discussions were going on around us no one imposed on anyone else. I found myself looking around as much to admire the planning as on the off chance that there may be someone there I knew.

Whenever I looked back at Helmut he was smiling encouragingly. It was only when I noticed that Chloe’s dress was riding up to her buttocks as she squirmed about on the sofa that I understood what might be one reason for it. She was obviously wearing tights; I was not. A glance down confirmed that my own dress was now revealing not only the tops of my stockings and the catches of the suspenders holding them up, but a good inch or two of bare thigh beyond. I affected not to have noticed and smiled across at the attractive German.

‘So Helmut, what town in Germany are you from? Steve has told me almost nothing about you.’

‘I am from Frankfurt, the western one. Alas, I spend little time there these days.’

I was listening, but mostly enjoying the feeling of my lingerie. My trust in Andrea and Marcie had been rewarded. The suspender belt was one of those belly-huggers, but so lacy and delicate that I could barely feel it.

‘I’m sorry, why is that?’

‘Travel, my dear. I spend about forty weeks a year on the road. Well I should say in the air mostly.’

You know how it is. Once you start thinking about your underwear, it’s difficult to shake it out of your mind. The bra I had slipped on at home without a thought was, I realised when I focussed on it, holding my breasts like a pair of gentle hands. I brushed an imaginary speck from the front of my dress and izmit sınırsız escort my nipples sprang to attention. There was none of the chaffing irritation most of my clothes gave me. I wondered whether Helmut noticed the change beneath my clothes, and indeed whether he was enjoying the display.

‘That must be difficult for your wife.’

‘It was. Unfortunately it became too much for her. Once the children were grown we divorced.’

‘I’m sorry. That must be hard.’

If such a confession didn’t deserve a flash of gusset then I don’t know what does. I pushed myself back in the seat and deliberately crossed my legs widening just a little more than I would usually. I watched Helmut’s face as I moved and saw a slight colouring around his collar. His hand went to his tie; it reminded me of Mr J. I enjoyed both the attention and the feel of the silky new stockings against my thighs.

‘Not really. I think we both knew it had been over for some years. We managed to discuss things sensibly and divide our possessions equitably. I now have a small apartment in the city centre, but as I say, I hardly use it.’

The arrival of our drinks were met with a squeal from Chloe as she realised how much leg she was showing. She clutched at the hem of her dress and jerked it down. She spluttered apologies and alternated her hands from between her face and her lap. It was difficult to say who was more embarrassed, her or the waiter. I feigned a similar surprise but with less drama; I shared a secret smile with Helmut as I covered his view of my virtually see-through boy-shorts.

Trailing Chloe through the menu which arrived with our drinks was the next obstacle. The Pump House specialised in what they called modern British cuisine. In my mind that conjured up images of US fast food perhaps with a side of in-season root vegetables. I kept my own counsel. Not so Chloe. To Steve’s embarrassment she expressed in turn amazement, ignorance and disgust as she read through the meat dishes. Had Jamie Oliver been there he would have given her a good slap; I would have been tempted to hold her down as he did so.

Helmut came to the rescue. It turned out he was a regular patron, Steve’s predecessor having entertained him there on every visit. He went to some lengths to praise the chef’s experience and underlined that with an appreciation of the dishes he had tried which concentrated on the flavours and textures rather than the ingredients.

‘You should be a food writer. You make it all sound so good.’

‘Thank you. One of the drawbacks of my job is that I eat most of my meals in hotels or expensive restaurants.’

He patted his rounded, but not excessive, belly.

‘You look well on it.’

‘That is most gracious. But you know, there are times when I crave a simple, home-cooked meal. It is about three weeks since I had one. And that I had to make myself.’

He made a sad face which invited us to laugh with him. I asked him to choose me something from the fish section; Steve said he would have whatever Helmut himself ordered and that left Chloe. She was eventually persuaded to have a less-than-charred steak and the waiter departed with the merest trace of relief passing across his features.

‘Next time you come, I’d be happy to cook for you. I guarantee you’d never complain about restaurant food again.’

I fished a pen out of my bag and wrote my mobile number on the back of a business card and handed it to him to seal the invitation.

OK. So now I was definitely flirting. I glanced at him over the rim of my alcohol-free elderflower champagne. He knew it too. And he didn’t seem put out, in fact, judging by the faint grin around his lips he was enjoying it. I felt the last of my work worries fall away and let out a little laugh as I remembered my cynicism about the night crowd we had passed on the way to the restaurant. All that pent up expectation. Looking for love for preference and not yet drunk enough to settle for a quick fuck. I looked at Helmut with fresh eyes. I’d definitely give him one, no doubt about it. Let’s see how the evening panned out.

He and I chatted inconsequentially about his home and work, English weather, and the strains of international travel. Just your everyday topics of conversation. Steve meanwhile was trying to dissuade Chloe from a second cocktail, promising her plenty more booze with the meal. We were summonsed to take our table by yet a different waiter before the discussion could be resolved.

We marched obediently behind the stick-thin man past tables surrounded by the town’s great and not-so-good. The lighting seemed to have been designed to enhance their winter tans and expensive jewellery. The quiet classical music emerging from hidden speakers gave the entire place an almost spiritual air.

If I was impressed, Chloe was almost beside herself. Once we had been settled, she bubbled over with enthusiasm for the clothes and body ornamentation of our fellow diners. If there was such a thing as the I-Spy Book of Couture she would have filled every page. I was left wondering how much she must have invested in high-end fashion magazines in order to acquire the lexicon. She listed impressive-sounding names of the makers of the dresses sported by the women we had passed. None of them, it seemed, were wearing anything which cost less than a grand. She looked around the table with a look of triumph as she ended her litany.

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Chapter 1

Emma’s foot tapped nervously on the floor, echoing in the waiting room. She was going to submit to a full exam at the gyno. Recently turned 18, this was going to be her first as an adult. Her mother Madison had accompanied her, and was sitting to her left. They were the only ones in the waiting room ; it was late, and this would be Doctor Jenkins’ last examination for today.

Knowing this was Emma’s first full exam, he had agreed with Madison to take her last so he would have time to answer any questions Emma could have. Madison knew her daughter wasn’t sexually active, and that she had never had a boyfriend. These were some of the reasons Emma was so anxious about this exam.

The door finally opened, and a tall man in his forties appeared. He was wearing rectangular glasses and a white lab coat. Madison stood up, followed by her daughter.

“Hello, doctor Jenkins.”

“Hello, Mrs Stillman. Hello, Emma. Your mother told me this was your first appointment at the gynecologist.”

“Yes…”

“I know you must feel a bit nervous right now. Don’t worry, this is perfectly normal. You are my last appointment today, so there’s no need to rush anything. Also, if you want to ask anything, feel free to do so.”

“Okay…”

The young woman had trouble looking at the doctor in the eyes. Whatever he said, she knew he was going to make her spread her legs and look at her intimacy, which she had never shown to anyone…

“Now, Emma, tell me if you want your mother to come with us or not.”

This was embarrassing enough, she surely didn’t want her mother to be a part of it.

“Um, I’ll go alone, I think.”

“Alright. Mrs Stillman, if you’ll excuse us…”

As he finished his sentence, he opened the door, inviting his patient to follow him. He then closed the door and led her to his office at the end of a short corridor.

Once inside his office, he asked Emma to sit in front of his desk. He took her papers and began asking her questions :

“Now, Emma, I’m going to ask you some intimate questions. Please don’t feel ashamed of anything, I’m used to all kinds of answers, and I’m not here to judge you. Of course, nothing you tell me will leave this room.”

“‘Kay…” timidly replied the young woman.

“First, I need to know about your sexual activity. Have you ever been intimate with a boy?”

“I’ve kissed a couple of boys, but it’s never gone farther than that…”

The experienced doctor knew she was hiding something :

“Nothing more, really? Remember, you can tell me in absolute secrecy.”

His tone was reassuring, and the patient admitted :

“Well, one guy fondled my breasts once… But really, nothing more than that…”

As she mentioned her breasts, the doctor took a sneak peek at them, quickly enough not to be noticed. While they were not large, they had a nice curve, and seemed pretty firm. Of course, it was difficult to tell through the young woman’s clothes.

“Now, I know this is always en embarrassing question. Do you have any sexual activity on your own? When you’re alone?”

“You mean…”

Emma blushed and looked down.

“I mean, do you masturbate?”

“N-no…”

“And have you ever done it?”

“Um, no…”

“Okay, Emma. Relax, there’s nothing wrong about it either way. Now, given what you’ve told me, I suppose you have never been naked in front of a man before?”

“That’s right…”

She blushed again, knowing what was coming.

“I will need to examine your body now, so I’ll ask you to make an effort for me, okay? Please, take off your clothes, you can keep your underwear for now.”

The young woman nodded and stood up. The words “for now” echoed in her mind as she removed her black jacket, her white top and pulled down her jeans. Her fragile, vulnerable body was now standing before the doctor.

“Please, go sit on the side of the examination table.”

She sat, and the doctor moved close to her. He admired her petite silhouette. She was slim but not skinny, and beneath her bra he could tell her breasts were as nice as he had imagined. He took out his stethoscope and applied it on Emma’s chest, asking her to breathe deeply. When he was done, her took her temperature in her ear.

“Everything is okay so far. Are you feeling comfortable, Emma?”

“I’m fine, thanks.”

“Good. Is it okay for me to ask you to remove your underwear, now?”

“I guess…”

The young woman stood up and unclasped her bra. She timidly removed them, revealing her perky nipples. She carefully avoided the doctor’s eyes, and slid her thumbs beneath the sides of her white panties. Slowly, she pulled them down, bending forward as she did so. This gave doctor Jenkins a good view of her dangling breasts.

As she rose back up, he looked down and noticed her sex was shaven. Unusual, for a young woman who isn’t active sexually, he thought.

“Thank you, Emma. May I ask, why do you shave your pubic hair? This is something women usually do to suit men’s tastes…”

She blushed again.

“I, um… I think it’s cleaner that way.”

“You’re right. Okay, now, I izmit escort will ask you to sit there.” He pointed his index toward the obstetric table. “I’ll help you get in position.”

The young woman gasped as she walked toward it. She sat as comfortably as she could, keeping her knees together. Doctor Jenkins moved toward her.

“I need you to move as close to the edge as you can.”

She began adjusting herself, and gasped as she felt the doctor’s hands on her hips. He delicately pulled her in the right position, then released her.

“Now, I’ll help you get your feet in the footrests.”

He gently grabbed her right leg, pulled it up, then placed it in the leg rest. He did the same with the other, helping Emma spread her legs. As the young woman looked down, she saw her sex was now clearly exposed to the doctor. She immediately looked away. She had never felt so exposed in her life.

“Good. I’ll first check your breasts. Breasts cancer needs to be checked regularly. This is something you will have to go through many times in your lifetime.”

Emma gasped as she felt the doctor’s cold hands on her breasts. She was very sensitive, her nipples hardened immediately. She breathed nervously as doctor Jenkins groped and squeezed her breasts. A shiver ran through her spine when she felt his thumbs brush against her erect nipples. At that moment, her eyes crossed the doctor’s. She felt very ill at ease.

“Everything is fine up here, Emma. Now, I will have to examine your intimate area.”

“Alright…”

She saw the doctor’s face approaching her sex and blushed.

“Now, Emma, I’m going to touch your vulva.”

The young woman twitched as she felt the gynecologist’s cold fingers against her sensitive skin. She had never been touched there before. She felt her lips being parted.

“Okay so far? I will now insert a speculum inside your vagina. I will do it as gently as I can.”

Emma saw the doctor bringing a long metallic object to the entrance of her sex. He delicately inserted it inside her. Slowly, the entrance to her vagina widened and she felt the device penetrating her. Her breath was becoming deeper.

“Now, I will open the speculum to inspect the inside of your vagina.”

She felt the walls of her intimate cavity widen when the doctor opened the device. She could feel the cool air brushing against the inside of her sex. “Right now,” she thought, “the doctor’s looking inside my vagina… He can see everything,” She gulped.

Doctor Jenkins pulled a small torchlight from his pocket and began inspecting Emma’s sex. As he examined her, he noticed Emma was displaying signs of sexual response. Her clitoris was slowly growing, and he could see the first signs of lubrication appearing inside her cavity, glistening as they reflected the light from his small torch.

“How are you feeling, Emma?”

“Um, okay…”

“Emma, you told me earlier that you have never masturbated, right?”

“Yes…”

“So I suppose you have never experienced an orgasm?”

She had trouble thinking, hearing the man who was touching her sex talking to her about orgasms.

“N-no, doctor…”

“Usually, young women experiment with their bodies as they grow up. If you’ve never experienced an orgasm, I need to check that your body responds correctly to sexual stimulation. Tell me, have you ever experienced lubrication?”

“I’m sorry doctor, I don’t know much about sex… what are you talking about exactly?”

“When a female gets aroused, her vagina secretes a lubricating fluid, to help with penetration. Even if you don’t engage in sexual activity, visual or auditory stimulation can make you lubricate.”

“I guess I have experienced it…”

“Alright. Let me explain what I’m about to do. I will check your lubrication by stimulating your clitoris. With my index, I will delicately rub your clitoris to stimulate a sexual response. You will experience sexual arousal, and I will look inside your vagina to see if it lubricates properly. Okay?”

“Alright, doctor…”

Emma had spoken the truth, she had never touched herself. She didn’t know sexual pleasure. The sensations she was about to discover would be entirely new for her.

She suddenly blocked her breathing as she felt the doctor’s cold finger circling her little clitoris. Her heart began to race. She began moaning softly after a few seconds, discovering sexual pleasure for the first time. She felt another finger against her skin, but this time inside her. She felt it rub against the walls of her vagina. But it didn’t hurt like the speculum. As the doctor delicately moved inside her, she realized he had inserted not one, but two fingers, which seemed to glide against her intimate area. The sensation was disturbing, but most pleasing.

“Emma, that’s very good, you’ve started lubricating.”

The young woman blushed and opened her eyes, meeting the doctor’s. He smiled at her and pulled his fingers from her cavity. She could see them glistening.

The doctor stood up and extended his hand towards the young woman’s blushing face. Looking at her, he parted his kocaeli ucuz escort two fingers, showing his innocent patient the slightly thick fluid she had just produced.

“This fluid is the lubricant your body produces when you become aroused.”

Emma shyly nodded, then the doctor asked :

“Are you feeling aroused, Emma?”

“I-I don’t know, doctor… How does that feel exactly?”

Doctor Jenkins kept rubbing her clitoris as he answered :

“Well, to put it simple… is your body asking for further sexual stimulation?”

“I-I think so…”

“So you are responding correctly. I will now check your ability to reach an orgasm. Is that okay with you, Emma?”

“I… guess so. What are you going to do exactly?”

“I will keep stimulating your clitoris and your vagina until you reach sexual climax. Then I will check your body’s response to the stimulation.”

“Okay…”

Emma was overwhelmed by the new sensations she was discovering. She didn’t want it to stop. The doctor inserted back his two fingers and rubbed her intimate cavity faster and faster.

The young woman watched as the practitioner fingered her. Her pleasure was increasing steadily, and she could not hold her moans of release. Doctor Jenkins encouraged her :

“This is good, Emma, you’re responding very well.”

Suddenly, the young woman felt a powerful sensation growing in her intimate area. She clenched her fists and thought she was going to faint for a second, when her fragile body reached its first orgasm.

For the first time in her life, her brain let loose a surge of hormones, blocking out any other sensation. Emma closed her eyes, moaned loudly as she felt her sex contract uncontrollably against the metallic speculum inserted inside her. She almost feared she would crush it. Her legs trembled as an intense pleasure ran through her whole body, awakening her feminity.

Doctor Jenkins pulled the two fingers from inside her and picked up his torch, to get a better view of her pulsating intimacy. With his other hand, he kept rubbing her clitoris. He smile as he watched her cute anus contract in sync with her vagina. For the first few seconds, the girl was completely oblivious of the display of her sexuality, until she opened her eyes and saw she was rocking her crotch against the doctor’s fingers.

She would have blushed if her face wasn’t already scarlet. She moaned louder and louder, her eyes locked on the doctor’s index stimulating her pulsating clitoris. Eventually, the sensations began to fade progressively, and the doctor slowed down his stimulation until it became a delicate, intimate caress on the young woman’s sensitive spot.

The doctor rose up and made eye contact with his patient. Her body still twitched every few seconds, conducting the endorphins through all of her petite body. She exhaled loudly. Doctor Jenkins spoke :

“You just experienced your first orgasm, Emma. How was it?”

The young woman’s cheeks were scarlet. She had no idea her body could do such a thing, and felt immensely embarrassed to have displayed her intimacy in such a way to a perfect stranger, be it a doctor.

“I was… good…”

“Great, Emma. Well, there is nothing wrong with you it seems. Everything works just a it should. Let met remove the speculum, now.”

He delicately closed the speculum and pulled it out, along with elongated drops of his patient’s juices.

“Now, Emma, it is up to you, but I encourage you to try it for yourself when you have the chance.”

“Okay, doctor… Thanks.”

Doctor Jenkins helped his young patient up, invited her to put her clothes back on and called her to his desk. When he finished the consultation, he reminded her she could take an appointment whenever she liked, and that if she wished to remain discreet, she didn’t have to come with her mother.

Chapter 2

A month later, doctor Jenkins received a phone call at his office. On the other side of the line, was a feminine voice he quickly recognized.

“Hello doctor, this is Emma Stillman. I’d like to take an appointment with you as as soon as possible.”

“Is there anything wrong, Miss Stillman?”

“No, doctor, I’d just like to… have another check-up, if that’s possible.”

“Sure, miss Stillman. I’m available…” He ran his finger through his agenda. “Tomorrow, 7pm. Is that fine?”

“Fine, doctor. Thank you, goodbye.”

“See you tomorrow, miss Stillman.”

The doctor was booked full for at least two weeks, but he didn’t want to wait for Emma. He was ready to take an appointment past his normal working hours to see her. He didn’t have many young and attractive patients. Besides, Emma seemed very willing to play along with his unprofessional behavior. She hadn’t said a word to her mother or anyone else about what happened during the previous consultation.

The next day, Emma came alone. Once again, there was no one else in the waiting room. When the last patient left the office, doctor Jenkins called for the young woman.

As she sat before him, he asked :

“So, darıca escort Emma, what can I do for you today?”

“First, thank you for seeing me so soon, doctor. I thought I was going to wait for at least three weeks.”

“You were lucky, someone unbooked just before you called,” he lied.

“Oh, I see. Well, I wanted to tell you that I have thought about what you told me.” She blushed. “I mean, about trying… things… myself.”

“I see, Emma. And how has it been?”

“Pretty good. I have no one else to ask, and I wanted to know… if I was doing it right. I’m embarrassed to talk about this to anyone else.”

“I see. Is that the reason for your visit today?”

“Yes, doctor.”

“Alright. So, tell me about how you do it, Emma. Tell me how you masturbate.”

This was better than the doctor could have dreamed. He kept his composure, but deep down he couldn’t believe he was saying that to one of his patients. Emma blushed as she began to speak :

“I, um… I try to do it like you did it. I rub my clitoris with my index.”

“Do you also insert your fingers inside your vagina?”

“Y-yes…”

“And, have you managed to reach an orgasm on your own?”

“Yes, I have. I wanted to ask you… How often am I supposed to do it?”

“As often as you feel like it. It’s your body, Emma. How often have you been doing it?”

“About, um… every other day.”

In fact, she had been doing it several times a day since the doctor had awakened her feminity a month earlier. Her body craved release all the time. At university, she would go the the toilets to relieve her raging desires. She needed to come at least twice a day to satisfy her lust.

“Actually, doctor, there’s something I wanted to ask you, but I’m not sure I can…”

“Tell me, Emma. Anything. Don’t be afraid.”

The fact that doctor Jenkins had opened her eyes to this world of pleasure, made her feel like she had a special connection to him. She wanted to experience to experience something intimate with him again. She looked down and spoke with a low voice :

“I wanted to know if you would… watch me while I… do it.” She suddenly became afraid to come off as some kind of pervert, and quickly added : “You know, to correct me if I’m doing it wrong…”

Doctor Jenkins couldn’t believe his ears, but remained composed.

“Of course, Emma. I can do this for you.”

He paused for a moment, looking at her. The young woman eventually said :

“So, shall I…?”

“Yes, Emma. Please, undress, and get on the table.”

“Yes, doctor.”

Less then two minutes later, the young woman was completely naked and in position on the obstetric table, her legs spread and her vulva on display.

“So, Emma, do you use only your fingers, or have you tried with an object?”

“Just… with my fingers.”

“Alright. Whenever you’re ready.”

“Yes, doctor.”

With her left hand, she cupped her left breast and began squeezing it, softly pinching her already hard nipple between her phalanges. This time, she didn’t evade the doctor’s eyes. She looked directly into them as she drove her right hand between her legs. She rubbed her fingers against her vulva at a progressive pace, until they were covered in her juices. Then, with the tip of her middle finger, she began rubbing her fully erect clitoris.

The doctor looked at her, thankful that his ample blouse was hiding his painful erection.

“That’s very good, Emma, you have a very… elegant way of masturbating.”

“Thank you, doctor…” she replied between soft moans, kneading her moist vulva and moving her hips in a slow, undulating motion.

“Do you achieve orgasm every time, Emma?”

“Yes, doctor…”

“Are you going to do it this time, too?”

“Yes…”

She let go of her breasts and drove her fingers towards the dripping entrance to her vagina. Her eyes still locked on the doctor, she bit her lower lip and inserted one finger. She moved it in and out at a slow, lustful pace, and quickly added a second finger.

“Doctor, there’s something I need to tell you…”

“What is it, Emma?”

“Sometimes, something happens when I reach orgasm… I don’t know if it’s supposed to.”

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, there’s a… transparent fluid that escapes my… sex… It flow abundantly for several seconds…”

“Oh, I see, Emma. Don’t worry, there is nothing wrong with this. Some women experience this when they come, it’s called female ejaculation. Some call it… squirting.”

“I see…”

It was becoming increasingly difficult for her to speak. Her pleasure was growing, and she raised the speed of her movements.

Her pace was increasing rapidly. She had stiffened her wrist, and kept rubbing her sensitive clitoris by moving her forearm at a blurring speed. Her left index and middle finger moved in and out of her at an equally high rate. Her breathing was becoming erratic, she knew she was soon going to experience the now familiar sensation of orgasmic release.

Seconds later, before the doctor’s watchful eyes, she reached a powerful orgasm. She kept stimulating her clitoris as her vagina pulsed with pleasure and squeezed her fingers. Her feminine cries of pleasure filled the room. Suddenly, she removed her fingers from inside her vagina, and Doctor Jenkins watched as a stream of transparent fluid pushed apart the young woman’s labia and fell directly to the floor beneath her crotch.

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The sound of the creek cascading down the side of the hill sounded almost musical; like a thousand bells tinkling in unison. I enjoyed being surrounded by the beauty of nature, and it helped me to relax. That was why I was here now; I needed time to myself to think and get away from people for a while.

I was eight months pregnant with twins, and the father had left me for parts unknown. I felt so alone and so confused! I had to go somewhere where I could just be by myself until the twins were born. After that, I didn’t know what I would do, but at least for now, I felt somewhat at peace with myself.

I sat on a large rock overlooking the creek, where it leveled out into a large natural pool. I reclined on my elbows as I contemplated my situation, and looked down at my huge, swollen belly. It resembled a beach ball under my sundress, and I gently caressed first my belly, then my breasts. They too were swollen, but with warm, sweet milk. My areolas had darkened, and my nipples were engorged with blood, making them almost an inch long, and a half inch in diameter. I pushed my breasts together, and let them fall back, jiggling like jelly in their milk-filled state.

I was becoming aroused, so I decided to go skinny-dipping. No one else was around for miles; this place was known only to me, so I stood up and pulled my sundress over my head. kocaeli escort I let it drop to the surface of the rock, and slipped off my white canvas tennis shoes. I squeezed my tits and pulled on my long nipples, causing jets of rich, white milk to shoot six feet through the air. It made a tinkling sound as it contacted the surface of the pool, and I continued for about five minutes before I put my mouth around one of my hard nipples and began sucking my warm, creamy milk from my breast.

It was the first time I had tasted my own milk, and it was wonderful! It was rich and creamy, with sweetness unlike anything I had ever before tasted. I knew that after the twins were born, I would need a breast pump to keep my tits full of milk so I could always drink it. I didn’t want to ever stop lactating!

Easing down the rock to the water’s edge, I slipped into the cool creek water and began swimming. It felt wonderful swimming nude in the natural pool, the crystal clear water cooling my hot body. I turned over and floated on my back for a few minutes, my bulging, pregnant belly sticking straight up into the clear mountain air. I closed my eyes, and imagined I was in a public pool, where everyone could see my pregnant nakedness.

I began swimming again, enjoying the sensation of the cool water passing over my naked kocaeli rus escort body, and rested in a shallow spot. I squeezed my nipples once again, watching the milk mix with the clear water. My fingers found my pussy, and I fingered myself into a wonderful orgasm as I greedily sucked my own milk from my left breast. I wanted more, so I decided to go for a walk through the wooded area in the nude.

I climbed back up the rock and put my tennis shoes back on, but picked my dress up and folded it. I placed it back on the rock and started walking along the creek, enjoying the sounds of nature, and the warm sun on my bare skin. I had left the dress behind, because I didn’t want to feel tempted to put it back on. I wanted to be totally free of my clothes for at least an hour.

The hour passed by quickly, as I enjoyed walking naked through the forest, and masturbating my pussy into orgasm at least three times. I stopped on a high point overlooking a grassy meadow below, and caressed my belly once again. I decided to walk down into the meadow, and feel the soft grass beneath my bare feet, so I slipped off my tennis shoes and walked, now fully naked, into the open meadow.

God it felt so wonderful! I had never felt so carefree in my entire life. I stopped walking, and settled into the soft izmit ucuz escort grass to spread my legs and masturbate again. I couldn’t help it! I felt so turned on by being naked in the outdoors. I moaned loudly as I came, and lay back in the grass with a big smile on my face, milking my titties and watching the milk spray through the air, and feeling it land all over me.

After several minutes, I decided to walk back up the hill and retrieve my tennis shoes. Declining to put them on this time, I savored the long walk back to the creek without so much as a single piece of jewelry covering one square millimeter of skin. I was walking as nude as nude could be, and loving every minute of it.

I reached the rock and stepped into the cool water once again to rinse the dried milk from by body, feeling buoyant and free. I had made my mind up; this place was where I would stay. I would find a good home for the children and return here, to My Blue Heaven, where I could spend the rest of my days feeling this wild and free, walking and swimming totally nude, and feeling the sensation of having my milk sucked from my long tits, either by a breast pump, or my mouth or someone else’s.

I emerged from the pool and wrung the water from my long, brown hair. I glanced at my dress and tennis shoes, and then passed them by. They could stay here; I would never need them again. The only thing I would ever again need to feel against my skin was the warm sun and cool breeze of the mountains. I had no more use for clothing of any kind after that day. Perhaps if you feel the same way, you could join me. After all, I am still a lonely woman. You just have to like milk, and I have plenty on tap.

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The four garage doors and long driveway were plenty luxurious for me, but the columns I stood between at the front door really made the place seem palatial. Truth be told, I didn’t know what Beth Ramirez needed for me to tutor her daughter. Clearly they had the money, and she had the scholarships to make to pay for it.

“Ah! There you are! Come in!” Beth answered the huge doors and I was welcomed in to the gong-like sound as the doors opened. “You’re just in time… I was afraid I would’ve had to leave a note for you.” She was already half-way through the foyer, clicking her heels away from me and beckoned to follow.

It had been a moment since I had seen her. Ashley had already graduated and the summer was in full swing. So you can imagine the surprise I had when I received the call from her mother for tutoring. “Glad to make it in time.” I kept it short, just like Beth’s power-blouse sleeves.

“Can I offer you anything? Water?” She shimmied as she reached into the fridge for a bottle of sparkling water. I nodded and she produced another one for me, taking a deep breath. “Okay, I have not broke the news to Ashley that I signed her up for tutoring.” Beth clenched her teeth nervously and gave me a look of seeking forgiveness.

“Oh no…” I frowned a little. I knew a blow-up could happen. What teen wants to do any learning over the summer, especially when it’s not necessary.

“I know! But it is for the best I think…” Beth trailed off and looked out the window. We both gazed on Ashley in the blue pool, her head just coming up for air. “You did wonders for her AP Bio, now she might have a chance to test out of her entry classes before starting college.”

Ashley pulled herself up on the side of the pool, the sun shined down on her golden rump. Before I could truly appreciate her micro g-string bikini, her mother also caught the sight and moved around the kitchen to obstruct the view. “Oh well, you can’t sell her short. Ashley has a good work ethic too.” I managed to recover.

“Yes that’s true, but that’s also because she’s had teachers like you who are hard on her.” Beth said casually and looked over her shoulder. I had been hard on her daughter, multiple times in the previous year. “Well, it’s time to face the music.” Beth leaned to the open window and yelled out to Ashley. “Hey honey, could you come in for a moment?”

“Did you want me to set up here?” I looked around the kitchen and the dining table while I pat my bag.

“Oh no no. My husband has a study on the second floor, you can use the table up there.” Beth started, “I can send Ash–“

“What mom?” Ashley breezed in the door before her mother could see her, stopping in her tracks when she saw me. The water dripped off her curves while the towel was absent. She walked passed me and to the fridge, putting on her stunning bubble butt strut show. “What’s he doing here?”

“Baby… where is your wrap?” Beth almost whispered but I could hear her glare while I couldn’t hide my stare. I took a long sip of my water since it wasn’t anything I hadn’t seen before. “I’ve asked Mr. Antoni to help you with those classes you can test out of.”

“Do I have to?” Ashley turned around and looked longingly at the pool. She squeezed her arm close to her side as she pulled up her water, deliberately for me. “I already did good on my AP test, do I really need to–“

“Yes, no buts about it young lady.” Beth interrupted her. “Now go dry and wrap up. I’ve got to get going to my appointment.” Ashley’s shoulders slunk as she walked behind me and back towards the pool. “And let’s not waste Mr. Antoni’s time either.” The door slammed.

“Honestly, it’s no trouble. I’m sure she’s–” I started.

“No no, she needs this. I know you are confident in her. But this is for my confidence.” Beth explained as she gathered her things. “I’ll show you the study.”

I followed her to the staircase and took note of the photos. I could see where Ashley got her thick thighs from. Beth’s legs struggled to hide beneath her mid-thigh tight skirt. I knew she worked in business, but this was bordering risque.

The pictures on the wall showed a mustachioed darker skinned man, her husband. Beth was white but Ashley’s father was clearly Latino. There were rumors in school that her father worked for a cartel and I didn’t believe it. But now, seeing the tall, thin blonde wife and short stocky Latino dad, it seemed more plausible.

“It’s right here down here.” Beth gestured forward as we walked by some room. One door was ajar, no doubt the master bedroom. The next was wide open, with some clothes strewn on the floor, likely Ashley’s. The study looked out of place, with the wide table and a window that nearly took up the wall facing the backyard. “Please escort izmit make yourself comfortable and pardon the mess.”

“Oh it’s no issue.” I took note of the piles of boxes around the room.

“My husband is in the process of moving his offices so this room is serving as an kind of storage room too.” Beth explained. I also noted the sensors on the ceilings, this must have been some important stuff. “Well… if you are set, I will leave you to it!”

“Thank you, this’ll do just fine.” I started and lifted a finger, “But–“

“Oh how forgetful of me. We can discuss the payment after I return if that’s alright.” Beth interrupted. Though I was just going to ask where the bathroom was.

“Yes of course.” I nodded and watched her take leave. The dust danced only a little in the sunlight from the big window. I heard the gong sound again and took it that Beth had left. By the window, I could see that Ashley was in the lounge chair by the pool. She slightly cocked her head up at what I guessed was also the gong.

Her tight bod glistened from the water and the sun. Tight and luscious. She reached back behind the chair cushion and produced a lighter and what looked like a joint. Hiding behind her huge sunglasses, she took a deep inhale and held it.

My bladder distracted me from the vision and I remembered that I hadn’t been shown a bathroom. I took to the hallway and made my way towards the stairs. Through that slightly ajar door, I saw that there was a mirror and the glint of light. It was the master bedroom. The voyeur in me saw the wardrobe and hamper and I couldn’t resist.

By the window, I looked down to see Ashley again, but she was gone. I couldn’t afford to stop and smell the panties this time. I moved quick to the bathroom and took care of my business. I opened the door and slightly jumped to see Ashley standing at the doorway of the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” She was annoyed.

“I-I was just using the bath–” I started.

“I mean what are you doing here?” Ashley asked pointedly.

“Oh your mother asked me to–” I began again.

“I don’t need tutoring. I’m done with high school.” She stood there with her fists on her waist, the towel was wrapped tightly around her. I could see the joint was still lit and burning between her fingers behind her. “I have plans and I can’t stay. You have to go.”

“Okay…” I waited so as to not get interrupted again. The lull let me take some offense. “Does your mom know you smoke in here?”

Ashley pulled the joint to her lips and took a big hit. She squinted her eyes at me and shook her head before letting out a big cloud. “We have an air purifier system, she’ll never know.” She pointed at me with it. “Can you get moving? My friends will be here in a little bit.”

“Okay, but–” I put my hands up and moved towards the foot of the bed. “Then what do I tell your mom? I mean I have to tell her something.”

“Seriously?” Ashley was incredulous. “You’re going to narc on me?” She pulled a big hit from the joint again and pointed it at me again. “Sit down.” She rushed past me to the bathroom and in confusion I sat quickly. Ashley put the joint on the counter and came back, standing in front of me.

“I-I-I have to say that we did some work?” I looked up at her red eyes and sandy, still-wet brown bobbed hair. Ashley dropped her towel and squeezed her 32DDs.

“These will keep you quiet won’t they?” She laughed lazily, looking me down. “That’s all it takes to keep you in line.” She lift one of her legs and planted the foot on my crotch. “This is what brought you here right? Take them off.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I laid back and started fuddling with my belt and quickly slipped my pants to my ankles. Ashley jumped up on the bed and stood over me, turning and showing her fantastic rump as she bent over. She took both hands and started stroking me up. The spit helps get things started. “Are you sure…” I tried.

“Shut up.” She looked at me from between her legs as she worked my pole. Walking her legs back, she took to her knees and I felt her soft tits on my stomach. “This isn’t just for you.” Her legs spread right below my chin and I could feel the warmth of her pussy near my lips. And before I could focus on the detail, she thrust those lips against mine. “You like them shaved and smooth don’t you?” She squeezed my cock and popped it in her mouth.

My tongue wasn’t standing a chance. Ashley slipped and jostled every which way while I tried to get between the slit, my mouth and face away painted wet. Down below, she popped and licked my cock, much like she had done in the hotel. Her stroke, however, had gotten much better. I felt a sharp pain and it registered kocaeli evi olan escort she had gripped my balls.

“Sit up.” Ashley said lowly and stood to face me. She pointed back to the edge of the bed and I obeyed. Her tight tan bod walked over the edge and straddled over me. Holding my shoulders, Ashley lowered her ass down and took her small hand and ensured I found the entrance. “Oh fuck…” She lowered herself slowly. “Fuck that’s it.”

I almost didn’t catch her red eyes roll back since her taut tits were right in my face. I almost reached out to lick before I remembered her instruction. “Wow… you might be tighter.” I slipped out.

“Shut up.” Ashley slapped me and put her hands around my neck. Her knees straddled my hips and she started bucking. “Oh my god…” She leaned in and pulled me towards her, her boobs on my chest. Thrust, thrust, quiver. “Unghhh… fuck.”

For the next ten minutes, I watched in the wardrobe mirror the sight of that bubble butt milk and gyrate on my cock. Some of her twerking moves I recognized as tame from her dance shows. I put my hands back and propped myself up. Ashley did all the work. Her hands pushed me back and she rode like a true cow-girl.

Her golden apple bottom started to glisten with sweat when she wrapped her arms around my neck. Ashley pulled in close and started holding her breath. “Fuck…” she trailed off.

I felt the tight squeeze of her pussy for the instant. “Ah.” She exhaled sharp and inhaled just as quickly.

Ashley’s nails dug into my shoulders and the hot rush coated my cock. She opened her mouth and there was the silent heavy climax only followed by a gong.

“OH! SHIT.” Ashley’s eyes rolled back forward and she leaped off, leaving my dick shining. “Fuck! She’s back. Fuck.” I was in awe of her perky, gravity defying tits not bouncing at all as she frantically fiddled with her towel. She rushed out of the room and I snapped back to reality too when I registered the sound of heels on the stairs.

“How’s the studying going honey?” It was Ashley’s mother’s voice in the hall.

“Fine mom.” Ashley replied, annoyed… followed by the slam of a bedroom.

I finished tucking my shirt in only to look up and see Beth move into the door-way, with surprise. “Oh hi,” I blurted out, pointing to the bathroom, “Just taking a restroom break.” I felt red in the face.

“Oh okay.” Beth smiled understandingly. “Making good head way?”

“Yes– oh yes of course.” I thought I may be in the clear. “We both know Ashley is very bright, when she wants to be.”

“Yes… and very spirited too right?” Beth stated and asked. I nodded, nervously trying to devise a way out of the bedroom.

“MOM!” Ashley called out from her room. “Can you take me to Jenny’s?”

“Are you and Mr. Antoni done?” Beth yelled down the hallway. There was a pause.

“Yeah.” Ashley called back out, not shouting. Beth looked at me and looked back down the hall.

“Okay we’ll leave in 10 minutes.” Beth replied and waved me to follow her. She walked with some authority down the stairs and held her phone.

In the hallway, she opened a side door I hadn’t noticed earlier and gestured me to go in. Upon entering, I noticed the washer and dryer, along with some hampers and other laundry provisions. Before I turned, Beth had entered and closed the door behind her. I began to say something but Beth held a finger to her lips.

“My husband’s business requires privacy. You might have noticed that his study was designed to safeguard sensitive documents.” Beth began to explain and started to unbutton her blouse. “I told him it was a bad idea to keep that kind of stuff in the house and to leave it at the office.” She tossed the shirt in the washer, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her chest.

“Of course he wasn’t going to listen to me.” Beth continued and leaned down into the dryer, where it looked like she fished for clothes. “He took it literally and went the full mile with the security.” Her voice reverberated from the dryer drum. The seams of her pencil skirt buckled and her thick butt smoothed out. She pulled out a tank top. “All the bells and whistles, gongs and sensors, alarms and… cameras.”

I was dumbfounded. I checked to make sure my mouth was not agape in surprise. I didn’t even think about cameras, despite what I had done in the locker room. “Covering almost every inch,” Beth scoffed as she looked back over her shoulder at me and glancing at her phone, “Take a look.” I reached for the phone and heard the slow unzip.

The phone unlocked to a security app that had already pulled the video up, a giant play button obscuring the preview. “I told him izmit rus escort why even bother if you’re not going to ever watch the footage?” Beth dropped her skirt, revealing the origin of Ashley’s golden apple bottom. Except Beth’s was full grown and much rounder.

I gripped the phone at the sight of Beth bending back over into the dryer, her ass parting freely. I inadvertently began playing the video, “FUCK!” the phone sounded. It was the view from the mirror, my stomach dropped. On the screen was Ashley’s ass gyrating and dancing on my cock. I looked up in horror and Beth’s head was still peering into the dryer, her legs propped the massive cheeks that involuntarily jiggled and silently clapped a freedom from panties.

“I– uh–” was all I could manage before Beth stopped me again. She pulled out a mini-skirt and dropped it on the floor, stepping in.

“I even showed him how the app worked.” She pulled the skirt up. “But he never got it,” Beth hiked the skirt up her waist and pulled the tank top over it. “That’s not to say he wouldn’t get it.” She walked past me and confirmed that as scared as I was, I was fixed on her ass hanging out under the skirt.

“I-I-I’m—” it felt like I was going to stutter to no end.

“You’re going to make sure Ashley passes those exams?” Beth raised her eyebrows with curiosity.

My eyes widened and I was slow on the uptake, but I nodded profusely. Beth grinned and moved towards me. I cowered back against an appliance.

“And you can assure me…” Beth’s hand grazed at my crotch and started rubbing, “that the only hard things Ashley will be doing are practice questions and quizzes?” I nodded in fear again, wild-eyed as she unfastened and unzipped my pants, reaching in and pulling my cock out. “Good,” She said as she looked down at it, “Very good.”

Beth gripped it overhand and gave some experienced strokes as she turned her back to me. She pulled her skirt up further and leaned forward slightly, looking back. “And you’ll accept this for compensation I assume?” She tugged at me and rubbed my cock against her ass. My cock wedged between Beth’s cheeks and throbbed hard. “I think you’ll find it quite generous?”

Beth slide her butt up and down my cock. The wetness of her pussy started to coat my dick and I clenched the dryer behind me. She rocked forward and back slightly, exposing freshly wet areas of her pussy to be introduced to my pre-cum.

She reached between her legs and grabbed the end of my cock and pinpointed the rub. “Don’t worry about the security footage. My husband only cares about the office video anyway.” I felt the tight entry of Beth’s pussy, hidden somewhere between her cheeks, and strained buckled it welcomed me with. “Oh… my…” Beth breathed for a moment, “And he doesn’t need to know about our arrangement.”

And with that, she went into a trance that I was afraid to interrupt. I watched her magnificent ass bounce and clap on my cock. Each stroke slathering and slipping me deeper. I wanted to grab it and drive it hard, but it would have been futile. Beth knew exactly how to shake and shimmy her rump so that it hit all her spots.

She wasn’t nearly as vocal as Ashley, but her rhythmic breathing was enough for me. Sharp breaths and exhales followed by frequent shivers. She didn’t have to make a sound, I could feel each wet rush. Coupled with the hypnotic bounce of the skirt and ass, it felt like time had slowed down.

“M–” There were footsteps above us. “Mom!” Ashley called from above the stairs. We heard the steps come down. The rush made me tense up and Beth’s pussy was even wetter now. I wanted to tell her to hurry up.

“Just–” Beth managed, “ah… minute!” She called out, knees finally buckling as she shifted around on her heels. Her back straightened and she attempted to fix her hair.

“Mom we’re gonna be late!” Ashley called out again, almost sounding like she was near the door. And in my fear, the knob rattled and the door opened.

Beth expertly pulled off and stood up, her skirt falling back to normal. She stood in front of me and approached Ashley to hid the sight of my cock hanging out, cumming on the floor. “Go ahead and wait in the car. I’ll be right there.” Beth ushered her out and left me in the laundry room.

The front door gong sounded and Beth’s heels clicked back towards the laundry room door. I hurried to pull my pants up as she opened the door. “Ah shit.” I mouthed under my breath, fiddling with my belt.

“That was close?” Beth raised her eyebrows to herself as she entered with a quick sigh. She dropped a small wash towel on the floor, stepping on it with her open-toes. “I told Ashley you will be here next week.” Beth swept the area where my cum dropped, her thigh revealing itself as she extended the leg from side to side. She motioned me to the door. “Same time.”

Before I could say anything, she shooed me out. I watched her get into the car as Ashley sat in the passenger seat. She was glued to her phone and Beth checked the rear-view mirror to fix her hair. I was incredulous as to everything that had happen.

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Author’s note: A few references in this story will make more sense if you’ve read “Kristen gives Dave a birthday show!”; I hadn’t intended to follow up the earlier story featuring Kristen and Dave in Rockport, so the titles don’t make it clear that they are related.

As always, thanks for reading…

*****

Kristen and Dave weren’t surprised to find that they’d slept too late to have breakfast. The small diner which had become their go-to option for that meal during their week in Rockport would have to wait; they hadn’t returned to their hotel room after their late-night tryst on the beach until almost 3 AM, so a leisurely morning suited them both. It was closer to lunchtime than breakfast by the time they walked into town to find a meal, settling in at a casual spot overlooking the harbor. Along the way, they passed several spots where Kristen had left behind some part or another of her outfit during their walk back to their hotel the previous night. Kristen couldn’t help blushing as they discussed the escapade, but she was glad to see her slow-motion striptease had made a lasting impression on her husband.

As they returned to the hotel after lunch they stopped at the shop with the scarves Kristen had admired the night before and she bought a few. After she made her purchase Dave reminded her about their discussion the night before about her shopping there while wearing only a blouse. Kristen blushed again but told him, “You never know, our vacation isn’t over yet!” She hadn’t thought today about what had sounded almost like a challenge from Dave the night before; now that he’d brought it up again she had a hard time thinking of anything else.

The art gallery whose proprietor they’d met when his dog’s leash got tangled with Kristen’s legs was just a few doors down; Kristen was happy to have a distraction as they paused to look at the paintings on display. Most of the paintings were landscapes which looked like local scenes, a few of which looked familiar from their hikes around town. A few displayed high in the window were of a very different looking area, still with the ocean as a backdrop but with a desolate and somewhat eerie foreground, full of angular slabs of rock with small pools of water scattered around. These paintings were almost bleak looking, but their stark scenery was warmed by the one sign of life present in each – a nude woman sprawled over the rocks! In some paintings, she seemed to be relaxing or sunning herself, in others looking down at one of the pools of water and in a few walking around the rocky landscape. They each agreed that the paintings were intriguing, but the prices visible in the window were high enough to make them limit themselves to browsing the display window, not bothering to enter the gallery.

Reaching their room around 1 PM, Dave reminded Kristen that he had booked a trip on a whale watching trip for that afternoon. He didn’t want to go on a trip and return without seeing any whales, so he had signed up with a tour operator who guaranteed sightings, which happened to be longer than most tours, almost 5 hours from start to finish. Being prone to seasickness, Kristen had already let him know she had no interest in joining him; she kissed him goodbye and said, “I’ll just have to amuse myself somehow or other this afternoon. I’m sure I’ll think of something.”

“That’s what worries me!” kidded Dave.

“See you around dinner time,” replied Kristen.

After Dave left, Kristen thought about her options. It was a little cloudy for lounging around on the beach; not too cold to do so, but cool enough to render it a second or third choice.

Simply having a nap had some appeal after her late-night yesterday, but she didn’t want to waste precious vacation time holed up in the hotel room.

More window shopping seemed like a good option, though she was pretty sure she’d already seen everything she was interested in already. Then two ideas came to her in close succession. She hadn’t gone into the galley to see what was available inside; she remembered the proprietor offering her a good discount with his card the night before, so maybe some items for sale might be within reach after all.

The other idea taking root in her mind was taking Dave up on his dare to go shopping half dressed! Since the gallery owner already had a pretty extensive look at Kristen the night before, she thought the art gallery would be as good a place as any to complete this challenge!

“What to wear?” thought Kristen, “Or should I be thinking in terms of what NOT to wear?”

She quickly decided that to stay in the spirit of the dare she ought to be dressed as closely as possible to the way she’d been when the topic of shopping while barely covered had come up. She couldn’t remember if the idea emerged before or after she’d disposed of her panties, so she compromised by wearing panties, but selecting the sheerest pair she’d brought with her on the trip. She remembered that she’d already left her skirt and bra behind by the time izmit escort bayan skimpily dressed shopping had entered their conversation, so she decided that the only other clothing available to her for this outing would be a button-down dress shirt of Dave’s. She had a similar blouse in her suitcase but thought the extra length his shirt provided might give her a better chance to keep those panties hidden. It took far more time for her to select the outfit than it took to actually get dressed in the two garments and a pair of flip-flops.

Kristen studied her new look in their hotel room’s full-length mirror before fully committing to this adventure. The shirt covered her well enough, but she was more than slightly nervous about a stray gust of wind lifting the shirttails and putting her panties on display! They were definitely not meant to be seen in direct sunlight, which would probably make them more or less disappear. She convinced herself that she could keep the shirt under control for the short walk to the gallery and back; she closed her room’s door behind her, carrying only her room key, wallet and phone in a small tote bag.

Though the walk along the sidewalk had been the thing she was most worried about, once she was on her way she relaxed, noticing several women showing considerably more skin on their way to or from the beach than she was doing. The weather cooperated as well, allowing the shirttails to stay put. “This is turning out to be a pretty mild adventure,” she said to herself, a little disappointed. She was at the gallery in less than 5 minutes and spent a few minutes studying the paintings in the window, particularly the landscapes with the nude woman.

The gallery owner greeted her enthusiastically as she entered his shop, “Hello! Welcome to the Martner Gallery, I’m Arthur. I’m glad to see you came to have a look at my paintings.”

“Hi, I’m Kristen, pleased to meet you, though I suppose technically we met last night. Are these all your work?” asked Kristen, “I like them very much; they look unearthly but beautiful, particularly the series of the nude on the rocky landscape.”

“Ah, yes, those are dear to me. The model was my wife, as well as my muse. Since I lost her I haven’t been able to do more paintings in that style. I do still visit the setting, Halibut Point, and remember our times there.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, they’re wonderful, ” Kristen said, “Are you still painting other subjects?

“Yes, the other landscapes you see are mostly recent. I still enjoy painting, just not the way I did before. But enough about an old man’s memories – do you see anything you’d like on display? I can give you a 30% discount.”

“That’s very generous,” Kristen replied, “but still more than my budget allows when the original price on the nudes is $1,000. I’m sure they are priced fairly, I just can’t afford one. Maybe if I come back another year…”

“Would it make a difference if the discount was 50%?”

“That’s very kind, but I’m sorry, I just can’t spend that much right now.”

“I’d particularly like you to have one of that series,” he said, pausing a moment before continuing, “The thing is, you remind me very much of my wife when she was your age. If you can’t afford to buy one, would you consider posing for me in the same setting in exchange for one painting of your choice?”

Kristen felt herself blushing as she answered, “I’m flattered you would offer me such a deal but I don’t think that would be possible. Besides the fact that we’re only in town another day and a half, I can’t imagine myself posing nude out in the open like that.” In fact, she was now having a hard time thinking of anything else, mostly with nervousness but with a more than a little bit of curiosity.

“I would actually only need a few hours of your time since I paint in my studio from photos taken at the setting. As for the nudity, when I visit the setting of my Olivia’s nudes these days, I rarely encounter anyone else, and when I do they can be seen coming a long way off. If you can’t bear to pose nude, I’d still offer a 70% discount for a photo session. If you CAN do it, I’ll send you one of the new paintings from our work together, in addition to giving you your choice today of the original series.”

Kristen had forgotten all about her original reason for visiting the gallery; she was amazed at how her attempt to complete Dave’s dare to go shopping wearing not a whole lot had turned into a wholly unexpected offer to be a model wearing even less. “Arthur, I’m tempted, but I need some time to think about it. In the meantime, would you mind taking a couple pictures of me here in the gallery with my phone for me to send to my husband? He didn’t think I’d actually dare go shopping dressed the way I was last night when we met you, so I need some proof.”

“I’d be happy to,” Arthur replied, “Though I seem to remember you having many fewer buttons fastened when we met.”

“You have an excellent memory, kocaeli abal yapan escort thanks for the reminder. I’m sure my husband would say I didn’t complete the dare if I didn’t exactly match last night’s look, he’s a stickler for accuracy,” Kristen replied as she began to unbutton her shirt. As she reached the last two buttons her hands began shaking; she looked towards the door to be sure Arthur would be the only one to see her with the shirt completely open in front. Looking straight at the phone’s lens, she opened the shirttails far enough to make clear just what she was and was not wearing other than the shirt.

“There, I think we have some good shots for your husband. He’s a lucky fellow,” said Arthur after taking a dozen or so shots with her phone, including the last few with her back to the camera and the shirt dropped down well off her shoulders.

She took back her phone, reviewed the photos and picked out a couple to send in a text to Dave with a simple message: “Shopping with minimal covering accomplished. I hope you’re having fun on your boat…”

Seconds later came his reply: “Damn. Looks like more fun where you are. As usual. xoxoox”

Despite wondering if telling him was a good idea, she texted back: “Man we met last night with dog owns gallery, is a painter. Has asked me to pose for him…what do you think”

“Pose how”

“On some rocky outcrop overlooking ocean near here.”

“Wearing?”

“Like pix I just sent. Or maybe less.”

“Less?”

“He’d prefer Naked”

“I bet. How about you?”

“Not sure, but maybe…is it okay?”

“Yes, if you want. Love you. Signal fading”

“xoxooxo” she replied.

After a few minutes with no response, Kristen put her phone away in her tote bag. She couldn’t believe she’d forgotten her shirt was completely open the whole time she’d been exchanging texts with Dave, but now that she wasn’t focused on texting she realized that with the shirt so far off her shoulders she was basically naked in front other than her sheer panties. She pulled the shirt back in place and buttoned up the bottom four buttons, leaving the top three undone.

Arthur had left her alone to consider his offer, retreating behind a sales counter and checking to be sure his camera had a fully charged battery. Kristen came over to him and asked, “If I say yes, exactly when would this photo session take place?”

“We could go to Halibut Point right away if you are free for a few hours this afternoon. I’m ready, my camera is ready, if you’re ready we can go now.”

“Don’t you have to keep the gallery open?”

Making a show of turning the sign in the door from the OPEN side to CLOSED, he smiled and said, “It’s okay, the boss and I go way back!”

Despite having already decided to at least go ahead with the barely dressed photoshoot option, Kristen was still surprised to hear herself say to Arthur, “Okay, I guess you’ve got yourself a model, let’s go!”

Ten minutes later, Kristen and Arthur each took a seat on one of those buses fitted out to look like an old-time trolley. She had expected Arthur to drive to Halibut Point, but he explained that the trolley route took him everywhere he needed to go and came by every 20 minutes during business hours. “Most of the time it’s just like this,” he said, pointing at the empty seats; “considering how difficult parking is in Rockport, this is just easier.” The entire 15 minutes it took to get to Halibut Point they only shared the bus with two other passengers.

After about a 15 minute hike from the bus stop along a mostly flat trail, Kristen and Arthur emerged from the woods to see an expanse of slabs and boulders extending several hundred yards down to the ocean and at least as far to the left and right of where they stood at the end of the trail. Kristen was thrilled to be in the same wild landscape seen in Arthur’s paintings; it felt like she’d stepped into one of them. Arthur led her to a spot a few hundred feet to the right of where they had left the trail, saying, “This should be far enough off the more popular routes down to the ocean to not be bothered by any spectators.”

“SPECTATORS?” Kristen shouted, “I thought you said you didn’t see other people here when you visited?”

“Practically never over here,” he replied, “what few people come here at all almost all head over to the left. There was one time, out of maybe 100 visits, someone came close enough to really see Olivia naked, but he stayed a respectful distance away and we carried on without incident.”

“I’m sorry, Arthur, but I thought this would be more secluded, this is so…open. I don’t think I can pose naked here. I thought I could but now that I hear you talking about spectators and strange men viewing your naked wife from a respectful distance, whatever THAT might be, I don’t think so.”

“Can we at least sit a while and enjoy the setting?” Arthur asked.

“Of course,” Kristen izmit evi olan escort said as she sat down on the edge of a large stone slab. “It is beautiful here, in an eerie way. I can see why this place appeals to you as a setting. Your paintings do capture the otherworldly feel of the place.”

“I’m glad you got to see it in person, you seem to get what I tried to convey in my series featuring Olivia, so I’m not surprised to hear how you appreciate this place.”

They sat quietly for what seemed like a long time. Kristen chose to lie on her back and enjoyed the sun warming her face and legs.

“Would you mind me photographing you as you are?” Arthur eventually asked.

“Sure, why not,” Kristen replied. Arthur took several dozen shots from all sorts of angles and distances.

“That’s a lot of shots of me just lying here, would you like me to change positions?” she asked.

“If you wouldn’t mind, that would be great.” he replied, “Just do some stretches, hands on hips, fingers locked behind your head, whatever feels good…”

As she went through a dozen or more poses, holding each long enough for Arthur to get shots from several angles, Kristen started to relax and enjoy herself. They had been in their location for over an hour and hadn’t seen or heard any evidence any other people even knew Halibut Point existed. They were becoming a two-person universe, with her at its center. She was getting warmer, almost too warm; undoing a few buttons seemed reasonable enough given their seclusion. She left her shirt’s very bottom button fastened; the added ventilation along with the occasional cool gust of wind from the ocean felt invigorating, and if Arthur happened to get a glimpse of her breasts, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.

Kristen wondered if Olivia had felt the same things when posing here that she was beginning to; the heat of the sun-drenched stone, the cool ocean breezes, the sense of freedom, of being one with nature, an acceptance of her own vulnerability. “Of course, she must have done, even more than me, being nude!” she thought. She wasn’t ready to strip completely, but began to feel that her flip-flops were keeping her from being connected with the stone. She slipped her feet out of them, picked them up and dropped them into her tote bag. The warmth of the stone on the soles of her feet proved her theory; the less there was separating her from the stone, the wind and the sky the better.

Still aware of Arthur circling her and hearing his occasional suggestions, she turned away from him and motioned for him to stay behind her. He was rewarded for following her direction by the sight of her lifting the shirttail which had covered her ass, revealing her sheer panties. He just had time to document this unveiling with a few shots before she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, first sliding the flimsy garment down over her ass, then further, down her thighs, accompanied all the way by the clicking of his camera. Letting the panties drop to the stone slab, she stepped out of them and tried to kick them towards her tote bag, but a sudden gust of wind carried them off like a runaway kite, too far away to bother chasing after.

A part of her consciousness still was fighting a losing battle to bring Kristen back into line, back to being the kind of woman who’d never, ever strip naked in full view of anyone who might wander by, and certainly not allow, even invite, a near stranger to photograph her nakedness. Kristen could still hear her sensible side and couldn’t argue with its many objections to her current behavior, but she knew the strange, overwhelming energy of this place and her need to feel it as fully as possible were going to win this battle. She shivered at the realization that she couldn’t stop herself, she had to be completely naked. Now.

Kristen shuddered as her shirt’s last button came loose, feeling a surge of energy as she faced the gusts coming from the ocean and spread her arms wide, fully revealing to Arthur and his camera what little her panties had hidden. Another, more insistent surge flowed through her as she shrugged her shirt off her shoulders and pointed her arms back behind her. The strongest jolt yet hit her as her shirt filled like a sail behind her and began a slow slide down her outstretched arms. As it was carried completely off her arms by the strongest gust of all, leaving her finally, joyously naked, a shock like nothing she’d ever felt surged through her from head to toe and back again several times; an orgasm, to be sure, but unlike any she’d experienced before. Unsteady on her legs, she sat down, then rolled over onto her back, one knee raised. She shielded her eyes from the sun’s glare with her left arm while resting her right hand on her belly.

Arthur only paused his photography long enough to retrieve her shirt from where it had snagged on the edge of a neighboring slab, resuming his work with the camera once he’d dropped the shirt in the tote bag. Kristen kept her eyes closed, content to bask in the sun and listen to Arthur’s activity, the gulls, the wind and the surf. After a few minutes, she heard a new sound – a woman’s voice calling out Arthur’s name! Startled out of her dreamy afterglow by the sound of this new arrival, she sat up and opened her eyes; she was shocked to see a tall, lean silver-haired woman approaching their position!

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There I was, early in the morning with two very naked, attractive, and slutty young woman. One of whom had a full load of cum dripping out of her ass, and yet while I was spent I just kept hearing loud moaning and the clear noise of sex. Emma had told me it was her friend Stephanie and I so wanted to meet her. Emma got up and looked at me, dick at half mast and still glistening with the shine of lube.

“Well you better get showered and ready for work boss” Emma said walking over and grabbing my ass, pulling me into her “I will have to meet you there, I want to get some business professional clothes that will impress both the boss and the customers. Shower is third door on the right.”

I just smiled and spanked her cute, tight, and toned ass, I walked out of the room and hung a right. The loud moaning noises kept getting louder the farther I walked. I was a little shocked and started to walk a little slower. I passed the first door and it was clearly the laundry room. The next door came and it actually looked like a bathroom. The floor was wet and well there was a shower, and toilet. Why did Emma tell me the third door?

I kept walking and found the third door. The loud noise of sex filled the air. There was a sign on the door. It read “Asian slut, all welcome, just wrap your dick”. The door was more than cracked and I just peaked in. There was a very small asian woman sucking one man’s dick while another man pounded her from behind. Even with a dick in her mouth, she was very loud. I took a couple steps in and could tell these guys where having fun. One was a little shorter and chubbier and the other was a taller fit guy. He was just going to town on her pussy.

I was still naked and starting to get very hard. Stephanie was amazing. She was taking the dicks like a professional. She had great fake C cups. Well I assume they are fake based on the fact that it seemed to be the largest part of her body. The second thing I noticed was an amazing tree tattoo on her back. Her ass looked amazing and then I noticed about 5 to 7 used condemns all around her bed.

The guy going doggy style on her began to slow down and started to twitch. I knew that he was blowing his load in her pussy. He pulled out and took the very full condom off and left it on the bed. He turned around and saw me standing there very erect and stroking my dick.

“Oh I thought we were the last ones! This girl has been going all night. The parties at this house are well known for the asian slut who promises that everyone gets lucky. Even if you strike out with all the other girls she will allow you to take a number if you know what I mean. Well, go ahead and get in there. I would play with her clit and butthole a little before going in. She loves that shit”

I was very ready to go and figured that Emma sent me here for a reason. I walked up and the guy still getting a blowjob made awkward eye contact with me but said nothing. I reached down and started playing with her pussy. It was so soft. Like silk, and amazingly still wet. As I began to play she immediately pushed back on my hand and began to move. My thumb found her ass and it was well lubed. It just slid in with no effort.

Stephanie took the dick out of her mouth and began to stroke it. She turned and saw me, then said “oh no anal tonight, some black guy with a giant dick just destroyed me there. Condoms are on the night izmit escort stand, though so feel free to fuck my pussy.” She kept stroking the cock then turned back and began to suck him hard again. The poor guy was getting the blowjob of his life and clearly wanted to blow, but wanted to keep going. He had high hopes for this.

Just as I found the box of condoms I could hear a muffled noise and turned to see the guy holding Stephanie’s head to his groin. He began to moan and was clearly blowing his load in her mouth. He must have not blown in a while because I could clearly see it leaking from her mouth and it was very thick and very white. She pulled off his dick and he began to walk out. She flipped over and started to play with herself then saw me holding the condom box. She looked puzzled and said “Whats taking so long I am getting horny over here?”

I looked to see the box totally empty. My heart sank, sure a blowjob would be great but I really wanted to fuck her. Asian was a delicacy and I so wanted it. I just looked up at her and said “Sorry I think you are clear out.”

I put the box back and started to walk out, when I heard a little laugh “Oh stop, come back, I have not had a single creampie all night, and I guess one never killed any one.” She spread her legs and kept rubbing her clit in circles.

Now I am not really a sprinter but I turned into the fucking Flash. I was at her bedside almost immediately. I just grabbed her and pulled her to the side of the bed. I grabbed just a little lube and put it on the head of my dick. I then slipped it in and began to go back and forth. She immediately grabbed her tits and began to pull. I could tell she liked it rough so I moved a little faster.

I was rock hard and going very fast, when I realized that this girl wanted it. I don’t just mean dick, I mean it. The girl readers know what I am talking about. That surge or desire to be treated like a total slut. I started to grab her tits and pinch. This caused a much louder moan than normal and she began to arch her back. Her hand was still on her clit but was now rubbing faster. I then took her legs and put them on my shoulder. Then I began to move just a little faster, as my cock grew even harder. I just kept it pushing in and out. Then I smiled and smacked her breasts fairly hard. She let out a very loud moan and yelled “Oh god yes I am about to cum.”

Now I always thought I was fairly vanilla when it came to sex, but now I wanted it. I reached out and began to choke her, lightly at first but a little harder as I pumped even harder. I kept going getting ready to blow when I felt a hot gush of liquid explode from her pussy and she pushed off of me trembling and wiggling in orgasmic bliss. I stroked my cock a couple more times and then I erupted all over her ass.

I looked down to say thank you, I mean after all this I am still a gentleman but noticed she was totally passed out. She was breathing fine and looked up and made eye contact. She said “Thank you, been looking for that all night, Still owe me a cream-pie sometime though.” I just kept moving and walked out of the room to quickly find the shower. I walked out and shut the door to find Emma, in the sluttiest school girl outfit. Her makeup was all done and she had beautiful plaid shirt that did not cover all her ass. She had white fishnet stockings and izmit anal yapan escort under her white blouse was a navy blue cup-less bra. Her puffy tits where breaking out and smashed against her shirt.

She was holding a towel and smiled “Wow you are just the horniest boy ever. I think the chocking was a little much but Stephanie clearly liked it. Poor girl gets gang banged so often but never has it rough enough. She might ask that we start sharing. Well anyway here is a towel. Hurry up and get in the shower so we can get to the office.” She smiled and winked then turned around and walked to the kitchen.

I jumped in the shower and started to panic. I did not have any boxers, I remembered that Tiffany had ripped the shit out of them about an hour earlier. Well, just jeans for me then. I put on my shirt and did my hair as best I could. Then walked out to find Emma and Tiffany in the Kitchen sipping on coffee. Emma was still in her slutty schoolgirl outfit but Tiffany was just in a black pair of cheeky panties. I made eye contact with Tiffany and just smiled shyly. She smiled back and gave me an air kiss.

Emma broke the silence and said “Well its time for work boss. I mean first day on the job, and I want to impress everyone.” She grabbed a cup of coffee and handed to me. We then walked out and got into my car. Sitting down Emma’s outfit barely covered anything.

Now my car is an automatic but I was driving with a stick this day. In addition I almost hit 5 pedestrians on my way into work. I mean my sex shop was conveniently located in downtown Tempe, close to a local University. So lots of pedestrians, and well I was not focused at all. I finally got to the shop and opened it up. The lights were actually very much on meaning I forgot to turn them off. Emma walked in behind me and smiled “Its even better than I remember it. Well I am sure the booths need to be cleaned should I start there?”

“Oh man I am not sure if thats the best I mean it’s really dirty back there, maybe I can just show you the cash register for a little. I mean you look so good maybe just welcome people in and ask if they need anything”

The first customer of the day was Josh. He was a regular, shorter, athletic, but just a little awkward. He walked in and made eye contact with Emma and all I heard was “Holy shit.”

Emma clearly loved the attention and walked over to say hi. She got near and smiled “Well hello, how can I help you today?” Just as I once did, all Josh could do was stutter. No real words were coming out, just noises. Emma never lost composure, but just walked him over to the counter and said. “Well the booths are all available, if you need to rub one out. Its 20 bucks for a half hour.”

Josh just pulled his wallet out and handed her 20 bucks. I just started to laugh. Josh knew the actual price was like 5 bucks tops and yet the poor kid was throwing money at Emma. She took his hand and started to walk him to the back. My heart began to race was she going to “Help” him back there? She got next to the pocket pussy section and then stopped.

She looked at Josh and said “You know this one right here is the best. It’s the actual closest to my own. 50 bucks is a steal and its going to help you back there. For 20 more bucks I can show you how to use it.”

Josh practically yelled gebze escort yes and literally just handed her his wallet. She grabbed it off the shelf and then walked towards me and threw me his wallet, then continued to walk him to the back with the privacy booths.

I quickly rung him up and started to walk back in order to give him his wallet back and to see what Emma was really up to. I turned the corner and saw one booth was lit up green signaling that someone was inside. I opened the door and Josh was sitting in a chair and Emma’s blouse was open, her perfect tits out. To this day I know porn was on the TV but neither Josh nor I were watching it.

She pulled the pocket pussy out of the box and set it down with the little lube it came with. The then knelt down next to Josh and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was rock hard. She started to stroke it and said “Wow your cock is great. Really firm and so big. Keep it hard for me but don’t go too quickly. I want to make sure you get your money’ worth.” She grabbed the pocket pussy and put it on the tip of his dick and started to move it up and down.

Josh did not touch her but just stayed focused on her tits. Both of her hands were on the pocket pussy moving up and down. Emma kept the spirit alive and said “Wow look at how your cock just devours this pussy. It moves in and how. I wish it was my actual pussy. I would just be squirting all over this cock and creating all sorts of messes.”

With that Josh blew his load all over Emma’s tits. Poor guy never stood a chance. I then cleared my throat and threw the wallet towards him. Josh jumped up clearly thinking he was in trouble. Grabbed his zipper and pocket pussy and literally ran out of there. Emma just looked and smiled at me.

“Well I would say that was a good sale, what about you boss?” She then started to walk out but made sure to gracefully graze my cock in my pants. I just followed her out and saw she moved to the restroom to most likely get cleaned up.

I went back to the register and counter to watch the front of the store. An older women then walked in and asked where out vibrators were. She was in her forties and had a little attitude, probably from not getting fucked. I pointed to the back left corner and she turned and started to walk that way. Emma then came out of the restroom and was leaning on the counter to my right. He ass was literally hanging out and all I could do was stare at that plaid skirt, ass, and navy blue thong.

I was getting so hard and not hiding it at all. Emma walked over and said “Well I think its time for a dick break, why don’t I suck your cock for a couple minutes to keep employee moral up?”

Before I could say not my dick was out and in her mouth. I started to push her back and said “No Emma we have…” but then she kept going harder and back and forth. Just as I began to give in the lady came back with a large dildo, and asked “Hey how much is this one? Does it vibrate?”

Emma was still un-phased and just kept going even gaging a little. The customer waited for a response and all I could muster was “Well uh, yeah if there are batteries and um, well, oh, yeah, um like 20 dollars.”

The lady just stared at me then charged the counter and before I could stop her saw Emma sucking my rock hard cock. She jumped back and stared at me then exclaimed “Emma!?”

Emma immediately popped up and stood next to me then looked at the lady and said “Mom!?”

To Be Continued…

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