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I woke up in my warm bed…the sun was up and above the eastern horizon, and the light cast on my bedroom wall told me I had slept later than I had planned.

It was Saturday morning, and it was the Pagan holiday Beltane, and Mayday.

I Lay there in bed and stretched my body, feeling the warmth of the sun warming the room. It was deliciously comfortable, and as I ended my morning stretch, I realized I had had a sexy dream, and reached up, cupping my breasts and squeezing them slightly in each hand. I smiled to myself, and threw the covers back, getting up out of bed, and down to the bathroom for a shower.

As the warm water poured over me, I began to remember parts of the dream I had had last night. I could remember that it had to do with sex, but I couldn’t remember how. The emotions and responses were still firing off in my brain, and as I stood there in the shower, I reached for my wet soapy breasts and then remembered why I had awoken in a state of arousal.

The dream was about my boyfriend, Lee. God, he was so hot. He had this way of humming when he went down on me that nearly made me climb the walls when we made love. He loved to bend me over the side of the bed and come at me from behind…With that huge cock of his, he would push in and out of me slowly, building me up till I would have to push back against him to signal that I couldn’t take it anymore, and I needed to be downright fucked.

But in my dream, we were different people, and didn’t look like ourselves; Lee had on this ugly fur coat that he wouldn’t take off, and as I remembered more of the dream, I could almost feel the hairs of the coat brushing against my skin while he fucked me on my hands and knees. I could see the whole dream in my mind now, and as I recalled the events, my hand slipped down to the wet soapy folds of my pussy, and I stroked my finger tips across my clitoris, wishing he were there right now.

Soon I was so intensely aroused that I reached for a small shampoo bottle and slowly pushed it up into myself and I rubbed my clit faster, the warm shower water running down my body, as I masturbated thinking about him…..wondering why he left me.

I sighed, rinsed lara escort the soap from my body and turned off the water, now thoroughly depressed. I got out of the shower and got dressed in khaki shorts, a white blouse, and my hiking boots.

I wandered through the kitchen and grabbed a glass of milk and one of Mom’s scones as I headed out the door.

Dad was out in the garden weeding around the tomato plants, and mom was with him, thinning out the carrots as I wandered down to the garage to gather my own gardening tools of a sort.

I picked up my basket and boline, and placing the small sickle into the basket, walked out of the driveway and down the road. I thought maybe I would go down to the old Downy homestead, as the wild daisies would now surely be in bloom.

The grasses were so verdant and soft to the touch, and the field towards the old barn was alive with daisies. It was wonderful and peaceful, being among the new growth.

By the old creek bed, the willows were forming blooms from their velvety catkins, and I could smell the first scent of pollen in the air. The robins were riding the lifting air currents, sensing the warming breezes that would soon be here, and I watched as those on the ground pulled up worms to feed their newly-hatching babies.

I wandered towards the stream, as though transfixed upon its babbling waters, and I stared into the cool liquid at the tiny fish. As they ducked my shadows, I stood up and went towards the barn, cutting handfuls of daisies with my boline, and placing them in my basket.

From behind the barn grew an enormous fir tree choked in climbing ivy, and I sat there, peaceful with Mother Earth, and her newness, and contemplated the God and Goddess, and their places, during this, the time when new things are borne from the Earth.

As I meditated, holding the freshly-picked flowers in my basket, I heard the sound of a woman laughing, and looked up.

She had run out of the trees, giggling as she leaped through the daisy-filled meadow, her long golden hair flowing behind her as she ran in a white gossamer robe.

From the trees came what I serik escort first thought to be an Elk, but that was only from the neck up. It was definitely male.

He had extremely muscular legs, and as he ran after the woman, I could see the muscles of his biceps bulging with each stride. He was nude, and I could see his enormous, half-erect penis bobbing up and down with each stride.

He had huge antlers growing from either side of his head, and beneath the shaggy shoulders was a massive chest with bulging muscles and a rippled abdomen. He was masculinity in its purest, wildest form, and as I watched, he stopped and stood tall among the grasses, bugled loudly as an Elk, and chased after the woman.

She shrieked with laughter and I soon saw that they were playing at a game of chase. As she ran, he charged after her, his member stiffening as he drew nearer to her, and suddenly she stopped, and he came up short, his chest heaving as she turned and smiled at him.

He caught her up in his muscular arms and she laid her head against his smooth chest as his hands ran through her hair, and across the skin of her body. Her robe fell away by his hands, and at the sight of her nakedness, his member drew to its full, and throbbing majesty.

I sat there, dumbfounded, as I slowly realized what I was seeing, and I began to weep at the awesome spectacle that I was witnessing. I knew this to be the Goddess and her consort Herne, Cernunnos, the Horned One. They were about to create life, and not only the life that the Goddess would carry within her womb until its birth at Yule, but the life of the entire world.

I sat there beneath that tree and watched as he pulled her down into the grasses with him, and on her knees, he took her from behind, thrusting his tremendous organ into the depths of her body, as she alternately moaned in pleasure, and squealed with delight.

I became incredibly aroused, and set the basket of daisies aside, and allowed myself to touch my breasts, the pink nipples that were standing erect as gooseflesh. I became extremely aroused, and could not stop at casually stroking the milky skin of antalya escort my breasts; I watched the rutting god mate with his consort as my hand reached down the front of my pants, and I was startled to find how wet I was. The folds of my own sex were wet with its own lubricant, and as I watched them, I rubbed at my clitoris, my free hand pinching at my left nipple as my heat increased.

I thrust two fingers inside of myself and tipped my head back in my pleasure, my own soft moans mingling with those of the Goddess as she copulated with Cernunnos not far from where I sat.

As I pulled my hand back to my clitoris, I bent my head down, and lifted my breast to my lips. I grasped my nipple with my own mouth and suckled at my breast while I brought myself closer and closer to the point of orgasm.

I was ready to cum, and held back as long as I could, until finally I could wait no longer, and I cried out, as the Goddess too cried out, and Cernunnos thrusted deeply into her a last time.

As I shook with my orgasm, so did the Goddess tremble in her pleasure, and the god released his seed into her womb, filling her with the promise of warm summer days, fruited harvests, and plentiful crops for all the children of the Earth.

I collapsed and leaned back against the trunk of the great tree, breathing heavily and too drained from my orgasm to pull my hand away from my pulsing sex. I only wanted to lay back and revel in the afterglow.

As my eyes closed, my mind drifted, and I thought of the amazing gift that the God and Goddess bestow upon the Earth’s children in the form of so many daily miracles that we take for granted.

Slowly I pulled my hand away, sat up, and opened my eyes.

They were gone.

Had they ever really been there? Perhaps in spirit they were.

In either case, I know what I had seen and felt, and as I stood and straightened my clothes, I gathered my boline and the basket of daisies and I walked to where they had been.

The grass was matted and pressed down to the meadow’s surface. I could feel the energy still there, the majick of the God and Goddess’s union.

I took half of the fresh-cut flowers from my basket and left them lying there in the grass, turned, and walked home, looking at the natural world in a wholly different manner.

For the first time I felt a part of the Earth, rather than just a nameless, faceless member of the human race.

I keep daisies in my home and that knowledge with me always.

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Les Deux Magots

It was summer. It was hot. It was humid. It was my first time in France. But more important, it was my first encounter with your voice. It was sexy, uninhibited, and erotic. My friends keep telling me that I need a little more excitement in my life so I decided to be spontaneous and take a trip which left them all speechless. But the jolt I got when you walked by and said “excuse me” excited me more than one could ever hope for in a foreign place.

I scooted my chair in to let you go past and was gifted with a sensual “thanks” for my actions. It was so nice to hear someone speaking English. It was nicer when I turned to see you being seated at the table behind me in a pair of cool linen pants draped heavenly over a very nice ass. The thin shirt on the obviously defined arms was no slouch either. As the smell of your cologne wafted by on the hot summer breeze, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and held it, enjoying the smell of home and the scent of a clean man. At that moment, my waiter arrived and, in a horrible attempt at English, tried to ascertain what I wanted. I couldn’t understand what the hell he was saying.

After 4 attempts, your voice came through with “he wants to know what you would like to drink.” Embarrassed that I couldn’t figure that out on my own, I sheepishly say thank you and give my order. The smell of you continues to waft over tantalizing my senses. I let my imagination take over for a moment and try to have it conjure up what you look like since I have yet to see your face. It completely fails me. All it comes up with is a nice, sinfully naked body with no face. I laugh out loud at myself.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn to see you twisted around looking at me. I am absolutely astounded because I know who you are the moment our eyes meet. You are the man in every one of antalya rus escort my forbidden fantasies. You were the man who fucked me on a plane. Who came on my face in a secluded spot on the highway in the rain; At a spot overlooking the ocean on the hood of your car where you drilled my tight ass; In the corner of a dinner club against the wall. On a tropical island with 4 of your friends; In your hotel room on multiple occasions in different locations and different positions; In my hotel room upside down on the balcony; In my office where you came all over my huge breasts. In the Outdoor Mezzanine section of the Hollywood Bowl where anyone could find us if they only looked up; In the back seat of your car; In the shower where I worshipped your rock hard dick; Almost in an elevator; And the sensual hand job underneath the table at a Black Tie event filled with people.

You smile when I don’t say anything right away and ask quizzically, “Do I know you?” Even though I was smiling, I was so confused because I KNOW I had never actually met you before this moment. “Yes. We have sex all of the time.” I reply knowing now that I have to either be dreaming or suffering from heat stroke. “That’s what I thought” you reply laughing. Since I KNOW it’s not real, I take charge of my fantasy. “Can I taste you before I eat breakfast?” I ask as I take your hand and lick your fingertip. Your sensual smile tells me I can do whatever I want. I kiss your fingers showing each of them the same measure of love and appreciation. I slowly put one finger in my mouth and suck it like the sweetest candy I’ve ever tasted. Then the next and the next until each was tingling from all the attention it had received.

I then stand up and brazenly stand over your sitting form as I start to kiss you. I kiss you deeply… belek escort then aggressively… which turns into hungry passion! As I seductively kiss you in front of an unknown number of non-existent people, I reach my hand down and begin to stroke your quickly hardening manhood through your pants. As we continue the lust-filled kiss, I begin to undo your pants to release your restricted prisoner. I move my lips from yours to venture to your ear, then your sun~kissed neck, then to your fully engorged dick. I feel your quick intake of air as I deep throat you unmercifully. I hear people speaking in French but since I don’t speak French, I could care less.

As you sit there letting my mouth fuck you, you reach down and unbutton my shirt and begin to manipulate my hot, huge breasts and nipples. I moan with a mouthful of dick which in turn, gives you a little more pleasure from the hum. I let my wet hands squeeze you as they slide up and down following my lips and tongue, winding with each stroke. I suck your head as I let my hands stroke you before I plunge you back in to my tonsils. The swallowing sensations from the back of my throat make you squirm. I feel the throbbing begin as I lick and kiss and suck you. I speed up then slow down as I enjoy the manipulation you are doing to my erect nipples in this outdoor oven. One more plunge before I stand up and leave your beautiful erection in all its glory.

I lift my skirt and slowly remove my panties making sure they don’t get caught on my heel. I can still hear the incessant chatter of French words as I pull your pants down just a bit to have full access to you. As I straddle you, I kiss you then grab your dick and, after a couple of strokes, slide my soaking wet lady flower down your shaft until it is being completely swallowed. I am already kepez escort pulsating and shaking as I ride you in the middle of Les Deux Magots on this hot summer’s day as if no one is watching. I slowly and erotically slide up and down on you taking you all in with every stroke. My body in turmoil every time you hit my spot. I know that if I go any faster I’ll cum all over you and I am definitely not ready to do that yet. I feel your hands on my hips guiding me up and down as I hold on for dear life as you begin to meet my thrusts with your own. I try to slow down because the moment is quickly approaching and I won’t be able to hold it back much longer. You keep me at a feverish pace and continue pounding into me. I feel you in the pit of my stomach with each stroke as you fill me completely. The smell of your cologne, my perfume, and sex permeate the air. Everything was silent except for the scream that tore from me with my orgasm. You keep me raised at just the right height so you can continue to fuck my overly sensitive clit. I feel the sensation beginning again and know that it is inevitable. Harder and faster you go until I feel your hot cum shoot into me mixing with mine. I sit on your lap with my arms around your neck as we both just breathe.

I open my eyes to see the faces of the non-existent people. Some are scowling, but most are smiling and clapping, still speaking in their un-intelligible language looking all too real. I stand up and pull my skirt down and grab a napkin from the table to wipe you off. You stand and pull up your pants. I place a 20 on my table and we walk away from this outdoor eatery as if nothing was amiss. We go our separate ways with nothing more than a hug and a quick kiss.

The next morning, I awake from another glorious dream in my hotel room where I had slept with the windows open to feel the cooling summer breeze, to a simple breakfast tray and a newspaper. Emblazoned on the front was a picture of two people in the middle of an outdoor restaurant obviously having sex under a title which read “Américains fous ont des rapports sexuels à Les Deux Magots”. Wow! Too bad I don’t read French. It looks like it could be an interesting story.

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“Cassie, could you come into the house for a minute?”

Mrs. Jackson’s voice startled Cassie out of her nap. The Jacksons were supposed to be back until tomorrow.

Still distracted by Mrs. Jackson’s unexpected presence Cassie climbed off the poolside chaise lounge where she had been dozing and followed Mrs. Jackson inside through the sliding glass doors.

Once inside she spotted Mr. Jackson leaning against the back of the living room couch. “Hello, Mr. Jackson,” Cassie said working to present a casual attitude.

“Hello, Cassie. Nice day for a tan, huh?” he replied with a grin.

Noticing where his eyes were looking, Cassie glanced down and suddenly remembered that since she had been alone she had taken advantage of the pool area’s seclusion to sunbathe nude. Now she was standing in front of the couple whose home she was house-sitting totally naked. Instinctively her arms sprang to cover her exposed body.

“It’s a little late for that, Cassie,” Mrs. Jackson commented wryly. “We’ve been home for a half an hour and Doug’s been trying out his new camera while you were sleeping.”

As she finished speaking her husband clicked the remote he had been holding and to Cassie’s distress a image of her laying on her stomach with her naked ass in full view appeared on the Jackson’s 73″ flat panel TV. The screen was so large that her image was life size.

A click of the remote changed the image, now Cassie was laying face up and every inch of her body was displayed. The images kept changing until one came up of Cassie face with a man’s penis dangling near her mouth. That picture had been taken just as she exhaled so her mouth was slightly open.

“Now why don’t you drop your arms like I said, dear?” Mrs. Jackson asked.

“But I’m naked and your husband is standing right there,” Cassie pointed out.

“I doubt if this is the first time a man has seen you naked. Besides he’s been looking at your body for the last thirty minutes like I said,” Mrs. Jackson stated. “Now drop your arms Cassie.”

“Please just let me get dressed,” Cassie implored.

“If you don’t drop your arms, Cassie, I’m going to have Doug forward those pictures to all his friends. I’m sure his friends will forward copies to their friends and so on. I wouldn’t think it would be too long before some of the people you know get copies and think about what your family say when they find out about them.”

“You wouldn’t, you couldn’t,” Cassie pleaded.

“Doug,” Mrs. Jackson simply said.

“I’ve already got the cued up, Madeline. I think I’ll send the first copies to Reverend Johnson and Mayor Stanley. And of course I can’t leave out Professor Tatum.”

Professor Tatum was Cassie’s favorite instructor at her college. The others seeing them would be bad enough, but if Professor Tatum saw them she would just die.

Reluctantly she lowered her arms.

“I think you made a wise decision, Cassie,” Mrs. Jackson said. “That wasn’t so hard was it? Now hold your arms out so Doug gets a good view of your goodies.”

Cassie wished the ground would open up and swallow her, but it didn’t happen. She raised her arms and held them straight out from her sides.

“Now stand still so Doug can get some more pictures,” Mrs. Jackson instructed. As her husband commenced photographing Cassie’s naked body Mrs. Jackson continued, “Have you posed naked for other people, Cassie? Maybe a couple of your boyfriends? Maybe all of them?”

“Just one,” Cassie said in a whisper.

“Speak up girl, I can’t hear you.”

“Just one,” Cassie repeated a little louder.

“I still can’t hear you. I certainly hope aren’t trying to be difficult. After all we’re just trying to work at a mutually agreeable solution to this situation, Cassie.”

“I posed nude for one person,” Cassie confessed.

“Who was the lucky individual?” Mrs. Jackson asked.

“My freshman year math instructor.”

“You posed naked for your professor? Why?”

“I was going to fail and I needed the credits to maintain my scholarship,” Cassie admitted.

“Did you just pose or did you fuck him too?”

“My instructor was a woman. She had me pose with her husband. The deal was that I posed nude with him in ways that looked like he was having sex with me, but we never did actually do it.”

“Did you ever hear anything about the pictures?” Mr. Jackson asked.

“I was wearing a mask and I had applied a couple of fake tattoos, one on my arm and one on my leg. A few weeks later one of my classmates showed me a picture in one of those magazines where people advertise for sex partners. My classmate said that she thought the girl in the picture was me until she noticed the tattoos.”

“It was you though, wasn’t it?” Mrs. Jackson asked.

“Yes, it was me.”

“How did you feel?”

“I wanted to throw up,” Cassie answered.

“Is that all?”

“I was also a little excited,” Cassie confessed. “Can I put my arms down? They’re getting tired.”

“You know, Cassie, if this were just a case of you lounging by the pool with your tits aksu escort and pussy spread out, I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I kind of appreciate it because I know when Doug and I go to bed tonight he’s going to fuck my brains out thinking about you laying there naked.

“However something you didn’t know is that we installed security cameras in the house before we left and the system is tied into our computer so we’ve been able to watch your every move while we were on the cruise,” Mr. Jackson said.

Seeing Cassie’s horrified look Mrs. Jackson continued, “That’s right, Cassie, we saw everything you did. If you had just tried on my clothing I could have overlooked that. If you had just masturbated in our bed, I probably would have overlooked that too. However when you masturbated on our bed, with my dildo, laughing at our homemade sex videos,” she paused to let Cassie realize that they indeed knew everything she had done. “Well, I think you need to be punished.”

“So that means you’re not going to pay me for house sitting,” Cassie said hopefully.

Both of the Jacksons burst out laughing wildly. When they were eventually able to calm down a little Mr. Jackson replied, “Why no, Cassie, you’re going to be paid for house sitting. After all you did a good job of watching the house and taking care of things like watering the plants.”

“That’s right, Cassie,” Mrs. Jackson added. “We wouldn’t dream of not paying you, but you need to pay for abusing our trust. So we’ve decided that we’re going to give you one task for each day you’ve been here. Complete these six tasks and nothing else will ever be said about what’s happened.”

“And if I refuse?” Cassie asked.

“In that case,” Mr. Jackson inserted, “You folks are going to see what you’ve been doing. Everyone at your college is going to get a copy of these pictures,” pointing to the image on the TV, “and the video Doug just took is going to end up a every porno website on the internet. Of course with your confession about trading your naked body for grades means your instructor will undoubtedly be fired and you will probably be expelled for cheating.”

“But, of course, it’s entirely your choice, Cassie,” Mrs. Jackson added mockingly. “We wouldn’t dream of forcing you to do something you didn’t want to do.”

It didn’t take a genius to make the decision facing Cassie. “Okay what do I have to do?” she sighed in surrender.

“Talk about a fortuitous coincidence. We’ve been thinking about selling our house and moving for awhile now,” Mrs. Jackson stated. “However in order to sell the house the real estate magazines we’ve been reading suggest we make a home tour video. We’re decided to make two versions. One will be a little risqué and in the other, let’s just say your womanly charms will play a large part of the appeal. Your first task is to be the star in both of them.”

“I can’t do that!” Cassie declared. “Everyone will know it’s me. I’ll be . . . “

“Calm down Cassie. Your story gave me an idea. I have a geisha girl mask upstairs. You’ll be wearing that for the second video. Sorry I don’t have any fake tattoos.”

‘At least that’s something,’ Cassie thought.

“Follow me, Cassie,” Mrs. Jackson commanded.

About twenty minutes later the two returned to the living room. Cassie was now wearing one of Mr. Jackson white sleeveless t-shirts. The bottom edge had been cut off so high that the bottom edges of Cassie’s breasts were showing. Her nipples were plainly discernible just above where the shirt ended leaving no doubt that there wasn’t anything but Cassie inside it.

While they were gone Mrs. Jackson had taken one of pairs of denim shorts Cassie had brought along and shortened it so much that all but the crack of Cassie’s butt were exposed. In addition, before returning to the living room Cassie’s hair had been brushed and make-up had been expertly applied.

At the same time Mr. Jackson had lowered the thermostat and the resulting cold air brought Cassie’s nipples to full attention.

“I thought you were going to have her wear one of your dresses, honey?” Mr. Jackson asked.

“None of them would fit her. The girl’s got boobs in places I don’t even have places,” Mrs. Jackson replied with a grin. “I decided to take advantage of what nature has provided.”

“That’s okay with me. My shirt looks better on her anyway,” he laughed.

“Cassie, the way we’re going to do this is that Doug will start on the porch with the video camera. You open the door and welcome him in. Don’t use his name. We want the effect to be like that of you talking with a prospective buyer. You will show him around the house, explaining the various things that you think would appeal to someone looking for a house. Do you understand?” Mrs. Jackson asked.

“Yes,” Cassie answered quietly.

“Here’s an earpiece that you can put in your right ear. Your hair will cover it and it will allow me have you emphasize things I think you should mention that you might not think of,” Mrs. Jackson said as she passed over the earpiece.

They antalya escort did a few practice walk throughs and Mrs. Jackson decided it was time for the real thing.

Mr. Jackson took his place on the porch. Since his hands were occupied with the video camera Cassie supplied the knocking sounds.

Then she opened the door. “Hello sir. Welcome to the Jackson home,” she began her presentation. “Won’t you please step inside.”

As she was speaking Mr. Jackson dipped the camera and zoomed in on Cassie’s not quite naked boobs. When she turned away to lead him into the living room he shifted the focus to the healthy amount of ass being displayed.

When she stopped and turned to face him again he managed to tear himself away from her body long enough to slowly panned around the living room, pausing at various points as Cassie gave an introduction to the room.

“To your left is a beautiful picture window which lets in plenty of natural light and allows you to see anyone approaching as they arrive. Continuing around the room you can see the working fireplace with a lovely marble mantel. The wall beside the fireplace features full width, floor to ceiling shelving. To the right of that you can see the hallway that leads to the bedroom and baths which I’ll show you a little later in our tour. Just pass the hallway is one of the kitchen’s two entrances permitting easy access if you’re hosting a party or just having a few friends over. Moving on you can see the wall dividing the living room from the eating areas of the home. Please notice the 73″ widescreen TV which comes with the house and has a stereo surround sound system included.”

As he paused on the TV, Mrs. Jackson punched the remote and one of the photographs of Cassie face down sunbathing nude appeared.

Determined to get through this ordeal Cassie resumed her speech, “At the other end of the wall you call see the second passage to the kitchen and dining room and to the right of that is the door leading to the enclosed two-car garage. That basically brings us back to our starting point. Now if you’ll follow me we’ll take a look at the kitchen and dining room.” Cassie finished her speech and led the way through the right side entrance to the eating spaces.

As she stepped forward Mr. Jackson tilted the camera down slightly which enabled the lens to catch the play of muscles in Cassie’s legs and ass as she walked.

As Cassie entered the dining room Mrs. Jackson whispered over the earpiece for her to continue to the far side of the dining table while Mr. Jackson stopped just inside the doorway.

“As you can see we’re now in the dining room. This window wall behind me,” she said as she stretched out her arms to emphasize the width of the glass wall, “keeps everyone whether inside or out involved with any social activity you might be holding. The two doors lead out onto a deck which is a lovely place for dining and entertaining during our beautiful spring and fall weather.”

What Cassie didn’t realized until they review the video is that raising her arms she also raised the bottom of the cutoff t-shirt which allowed the bottom halves of her nipples to come into view.

Whether she had noticed what happened or not Mrs. Jackson continued giving instructions. “The use of your arms was terrific, Cassie. Continue using your hands to point out the various features as you explain them.”

Following the directions Cassie gestured toward the breakfast bar separating the dining room from the kitchen as she prepared to continue speaking.

Mr. Jackson had the lens focus set so that everything Cassie gestured the jiggling of her breasts that resulted was caught for all to see.

“Here is a wonderful breakfast bar for those occasions that don’t call for the use of the whole dining room and in addition it makes a great location for placing the serving dishes during larger get togethers.”

“Moving forward you can see that kitchen has had a major renovation recently. Now it’s ready for the chef in your family to prepare an assortment of taste-tempting treats.” She paused briefly to allow Mr. Jackson to pan around the kitchen.

“Included with this beautiful home are new kitchen appliances including a double oven, a six-burner gas fired stove top, a side-by-side refrigerator as well as a separate freezer. Also a new dishwasher and my personal favorite, a five shelf, pull out pantry for easy access to your non-refrigerated ingredients.”

Each time Cassie described something she stepped over to it. If the item featured a door, she pulled it open. Each action provoked movement inside her shirt and each movement was dutifully recorded on Mr. Jackson’s camera.

Cassie’s presentation continued into the bedrooms and bathrooms. After that she lead the way to the garage and showed off the nearly new washer and dryer located there.

When she leaned forward to open the dryer door her shirt rode up and Mr. Jackson had positioned himself perfectly to get a shot of her hanging ta-tas.

All antalya otele gelen escort in all it took about twenty minutes for her to conduct the inside portion of the tour. Moving outside she pointed out the condition of the house and the grounds. Walking around back she showed the way around to the pool and hot tub as well as the seclusion that had allowed her to sunbathe topless while house-sitting.

As her presentation was wrapping up she followed the instructions she got over the earpiece and she stepped down into the hot tub and lower herself till just her head was above water.

“After a long tiring day at work it’s a pleasure to come home and relax in your own personal hot tub.”

Standing up she didn’t realized that when she came out the t-shirt had turn nearly translucent and it had molded itself to her chest.

Later during the review Cassie decided she couldn’t have been anymore exposed even if she had simply taken it off while in the tub.

The outside portion of the tour added around ten minutes bringing the total to approximately a half an hour.

After returning inside Mr. Jackson connected the camera to his computer and after downloading the video played it back on the large screen TV.

While Mr. and Mrs. Jackson commented at the various segments of the show, Cassie stood in shock as she watched scene after scene of her unrestrained breasts bouncing around under her shirt. She saw her nipples sneak into view several times. The scene by the dryer had revealed her entire boobs from behind.

When it ended Cassie said, “I thought I was going to wear the mask while we were filming the X-rated version?”

“Why would you think that was the X-rated version, Cassie?” Mrs. Jackson asked.

“Because half the time my boobs were bouncing all over the place and in the other half my ass was hanging out. Several times my nipples were in plain sight. How can you show that to couples and expect them not to be offended?”

“Simple, Cassie,” Mrs. Jackson answered. “If it’s a couple and neither one is interested in your display it won’t be a factor. If it’s a couple, the woman probably won’t be interested in you, but if she wants the house she know how to use his feelings about you to encourage him to buy no matter what he actually thinks about the house. On the other hand if the husband is actually interested in buying the house we expect he will subconsciously associate your erotic display with the house and that will induce him to want to buy it even more. Lastly if his wife is very interested in your presentation it will encourage her husband to buy the house knowing that she will be turned on every time she remembers you. Hell if they buy the house we’ll give them their own personal copy. All in all it’s a can’t lose deal for us.”

“But I look like a slut,” Cassie exclaimed.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” Mrs. Jackson disagreed, “but even if that were true, would you rather be seen as a slut by a few prospective buyers or have everyone you know see you with my vibrator stuck in your pussy?”

Recognizing that Cassie had resigned herself to going ahead, Mr. Jackson stepped in to point out, “It’s time for the second video.”

“You mean you still want to do the other one? Even after that one turned out to be little more than soft-core porn?” Cassie asked incredulously.

“Of course, silly,” Mrs. Jackson laughingly responded. “You didn’t think you were going to get off that easy after what you did while we were gone do you? Time to strip, Cassie.”

Devastated at learning that she was still going to have to go through with making the second video, Cassie pulled the still damp t-shirt over her head and put it in Mrs. Jackson’s outreached hand. Then she unbuttoned the shorts and slipped them off. The shorts had been cut so high that Cassie hadn’t been able to wear any of her panties underneath.

Mrs. Jackson took them out the kitchen and chunked them in the trash since she didn’t expect Cassie would ever want to wear them again.

Not surprisingly as Cassie as she started undressing, Mr. Jackson had picked up the camera and began filming the action.

Once she was naked Mr. Jackson gave a low whistle of approval. It took all of Cassie’s willpower not to bring her arms up to cover herself.

Mrs. Jackson returned to the living room and paused to give her husband ample time to film the naked girl standing in front of him. After a bit Mrs. Jackson escorted Cassie back upstairs to repair her hair. There wasn’t any reason to repair her make-up since she would be wearing the mask.

When they were all back downstairs Mrs. Jackson told everyone to retake their starting places.

Mr. Jackson went back out the front door and Cassie took her position just inside it. Fighting a severe case of nerves Cassie couldn’t bring herself to knock on the door until Mrs. Jackson insisted over the earpiece that she do it.

With trembling hands Cassie knocked on the door and then pulled it open.

As she started her act she mentally went forward on auto pilot.

Mr. Jackson already had the camera prepared so he was able to film her apparently calmly opening the door despite the fact that her titties and the patch of pubic hair between her legs were in plain sight. At last he zoomed the image back, stopping when Cassie’s naked body was visible from the top of her head to an area near her knees was in view.

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Just prior to Christmas, I was engaged by one of our readers to write a custom story. I’ve been wrestling with the continuations of a couple of chapter stories so this opportunity let me dig back into the process in a channelled way, which helped me move those along. It was a good chance to also make a fast friend.

It’s pretty much a stroker, which is exactly what the little vixen wanted.

All names changed to protect the naughty.

The morning had gone slow. The network was impossibly unreliable and to top it off, the kitchen had no coffee.

“Damn it! How am I going to get his file shipped out?” Cheryl was frustrated. Still, she managed to find some tasks that didn’t require the computer.

“Ping,” Cheryl’s phone chirped.

“911. Meet me for lunch. Usual spot,” read the text message from Tannis.

Tannis and Cheryl had been friends since high school. Cheryl felt lucky that Tannis hadn’t moved away like so many others. She was a great friend, very generous even if just a little flighty. And god, sometimes Cheryl wished she was a guy. Tannis was flippin’ gorgeous with great curves and not a hint of fat and a vivacious smile that stopped everyone.

“Sure, hon. Serious?” Cheryl tapped out a quick reply.

“:’)”

Lunch out would be a happy respite for Cheryl. Getting away from that thing with a mind of its own became a priority even. She could leave in ten minutes.

Tannis was waiting and adopted a pouty face as soon as she saw Cheryl.

They greeted and hugged as Cheryl suggested, “Let’s get you inside and you can tell me what’s going on.”

They slipped into some small talk while they waited to order. Finally as all that was settled, Tannis broke the news.

“Peter has to go to China for a whole month!”

“Aaawwww, poor baby. A whole month! Whatever are you gonna do?” In reality, Cheryl was sympathetic and Tannis knew it. They shared a lot with each other. A bottle of wine and two perpetually horny girls? Secrets are gonna spill. Cheryl might even have known more about Tannis’ sex life with Peter than he did. The girl was insatiable.

“This will be the first time we have been apart since we got together. I’m going to miss him so much. Well, him and his cock,” Tannis giggled.

“You are such a tart! I don’t know how he keeps up with you!” Cheryl laughed.

“I don’t want to be just stuck with toys while he’s gone. And worse, he needs to remember how much I want him. I am sure some Asian sluts would love to get their hands on him.”

“Sometimes us grownups just need to suck it up, honey. When does he leave?” Cheryl asked.

“It’s not for three weeks. I am sure to fuck his brains out by then. He’ll be useless! And they’ll never send him again!” Tannis was now in a bit better spirits.

The two girls had to get back to work. Maybe the IT guys fixed the glitch, maybe they didn’t. No matter, Cheryl would find things so she at least looked busy.

A week later, Cheryl was at work and her phone buzzed again.

“I have a plan. Come for lunch. My treat.”

“I can’t today. Tomorrow?”

“Alright. But don’t stand me up. It’s important.”

The next day came and the two girls met at the same restaurant. After they ordered, Tannis leaned in to Cheryl.

“Cheryl, you’re my best friend. I trust you completely. I’ve seen you eye up Peter, though.”

“Tannis! I would never…”

“Sweetie, it’s okay! He is very hunky, but I know you wouldn’t betray me. But…” Tannis coyly sucked on her little finger, embarrassed about what was to come.

“Spit it out.”

“Well, how would you like to SEE him in action?”

“Tannis!”

“I’m serious. Just watching. I know how you like to watch, dontcha?”

“Tannis, what are you getting at?”

Tannis hemmed and hawed a little. Finally, she started. “Well, nothing will replace Peter. I could have the biggest dildo and it still wouldn’t be the same as having his sweaty, hardworking body slamming into me, licking my pussy, and shoving his cock down my throat.”

“Seriously, are you going to get to it or are you TRYING to make me rub one out in the bathroom?”

“Okay, okay. See, I need something better than just memories and a toy.”

“Okay.”

“Help me make a movie.”

“Tannis, you’ve lost your mind!”

“No, seriously! I need this. Please? You’re the only one I trust. I am not going to pay someone then find out it is on the internet. And at least I’ll have something to tide me over while he’s gone.”

“I don’t know. That feels a bit creepy.”

“I don’t want you in the movie. I just need someone to run the camera. Pretty, pretty please?”

“You’re like the hot sister I always wanted. I can’t just say no to you, but I have to think about it, okay?”

Tannis pouted; damn, she was good at that. “Okay. But, I need to know in a couple of days…pleasepleaseplease?”

The girls dropped the topic and carried on through lunch. During the afternoon, Cheryl was completely overtaken, thinking about Tannis’ bizarre request.

How antalya sınırsız escort would someone do that? Really, it would be creepy, but a big turn-on too, seeing Peter use Tannis, tweaking her hard nipples, stuffing her tits and pussy with his cock. I bet she looks delicious, lying back and screaming with her legs in the air. Too much of a turn-on? What if I wanted to join in? No…I wouldn’t do that to Cheryl. But really, would I just have to wait to go fuck hubby’s brains out after? Come to think of it, he might like that. And I could bring the movie. He’d really like that! He’s been eyeing up her tits since they’ve known each other.

“Cheryl! Get a grip!” Cheryl rebuked herself.

Cheryl was amused that she found herself aroused. The thought of watching her best friend really did turn her on. She was sure her husband wouldn’t mind either.

Cheryl didn’t take long to make her decision. True, she was thinking with her pussy and Will was on board with it. Cheryl wasn’t shy about telling him what was going on with her, and she had revealed a few times after banging him silly that it was because she was horny about Tannis. Will was a smart man; he knew on which side his bun was buttered.

That very night, Cheryl sent a text to Tannis. “Call me ‘Director’.”

The mere act of saying “yes” was enough to get Cheryl’s clit twitching – well, the “yes” and the thought of finally getting to see a naked Tannis writhing in pleasure. She dragged Will to the bedroom and fucked his brains out.

*

Cheryl arrived at Tannis and Peter’s on Saturday night. While everyone knew what was going to happen, they avoided the topic until they had put back a few drinks.

Cheryl broke the ice. “I can’t wait to get started! AND! I have a few ideas.” She had deliberately waited until they all were a bit tipsy, hoping that would make her suggestions more easily accepted.

Cheryl and Tannis went off to the master bedroom and got things ready. Since this was Tannis’ idea in the first place, Peter was happy to let them play this out.

First, the two girls set up the fully charged camera on the tripod. Then Tannis’ curiosity got the better of her.

“What ideas do you have for me, Cher?”

Cheryl aimed the camera at Tannis’ face and pressed ‘record’.

“Tell me about yourself,” Cheryl requested, behind the camera.

“You’re starting already? Well, okay. Let me see…” Tannis wasn’t ready for this but was completely on board.

“I come from a little, backwater town in the midwest. My friends all said that I should be in movies, so I decided to come here.

“It’s been hard. I had a few auditions and the casting people were really mean,” Tannis pouted.

Then she lit up the room with her smile. “I figured out what I do best and decided I wanted to get paid for it, too.”

Cheryl got where Tannis’ ad lib was going. “And, little girl, what is it that you think you do so well?”

“Fuck. I fuck really good. Plus, I think I look pretty hot too, dontchathink, Mistress?”

“Why don’t you show us?”

Tannis smiled for the camera, then bent down letting her loose tits hang, revealing a vast cleavage. She gave her shoulders a shake and her beautiful globes strained to escape the confines of her tank top. Then she stood fully upright, thrusting out her chest and ass in opposite directions. She teased her shorts over her butt, revealing a different cleavage this time, until the fullness of her ass filled the frame of the camera. Cheryl zoomed in, catching a hint of moistness at the smooth slit between Tannis’ lips.

“Take them all the way off.”

Tannis bent over and smiled as she looked over her shoulder. Hooking her thumbs in her shorts, she shimmied them down her legs. Cheryl trained the camera all the way down Tannis’ long, shapely legs.

Tannis stood fully upright and Cheryl suggested, “Let’s go to your closet. Let’s make this as good as we can.”

Cheryl started flipping through Tannis’ modest collection of lingerie and pulled out a light pink babydoll and handed it to Tannis.

“Put that on.”

“Oh, I see! You’re directing already. Okay, mistress.”

Tannis was getting into the whole scene now. Turning to face Cheryl, Tannis played out a mock strip tease, inching her tank top up her tummy. Cocking her hips, she pulled the tank top up to just reveal the nipple of her right tit.

“How’s that, Mistress?”

“Ummm very good, you little tartlet, I mean, starlet.”

Cheryl was in another world now, as her friend’s delicious body was being playfully and completely revealed to her. Her perfect globes were fully exposed, with the tank top bunched over the top of them. Tannis’ nipples were already hard and inviting, but she gave one a little tweak before she slipped the tank over her head and threw it to the floor.

Tannis had made this so easy, creating and jumping into the role she wanted to play. Cheryl had always found her very sexy, but they hadn’t been naked döşemealtı escort like this together before. The sight of her luscious, smooth body was an incredible turn on, even the way she moved, sliding the baby doll over her head and settling it around her body with a tug and a shake. Cheryl tweaked her plan just a bit. Returning to the closet, Cheryl pulled a red, thigh length satin chemise off of its hanger. Then, in a fit of inspiration, Cheryl began to sway in time to an unheard rhythm, drawing her hands over her body.

“Woohoo! You go, girl!” Tannis catcalled to her friend. “Just remember, this is my show.”

“I know, hon,” Cheryl assured, “this is all getting me very hot and I want to stay in the mood. I think you’ll like having a horny director. Get your sexiest white panties and put them on.”

Continuing her dance, Cheryl’s tight jeans came off. She did a full twirl, then continued caressing her body, exaggerating her own cleavage, squeezing her tits together and blowing a kiss toward Tannis.

“My god! You delicious little slut!” Tannis shrieked. “At least the camera isn’t catching you.”

Cheryl completed the show, slipping out of her tee shirt and into the chemise.

Tannis came close, placing her hand on Cheryl’s hip. “Thank you so much, Cher. This is really important to me. You are making this so much easier for me.” Their breasts brushed through the flimsy material, causing both girls to shiver together. Tannis’ chest heaved against Cheryl’s and Tannis impulsively leaned in and kissed her friend.

Lingering a little too long, Cheryl broke the kiss. “Okay, you slut. We have a movie to make!”

Tannis pouted, then broke into a huge smile. “Stop the camera and I’ll call my man!”

Peter came up the stairs and to the door, finding their girls ready. Cheryl stood with a hip cocked behind the camera. Tannis was seductively sprawled on the bed, lying on her side with her tits barely contained by the babydoll and her legs bent and slightly parted.

“Alright guys, here’s the scene,” Cheryl explained. “Peter, you stand right there. Tan, put on your best ‘come fuck me’ face.”

Everyone was set. Cheryl declared, “Lights. Camera. Action!”

Peter stepped toward the bed. “Now, just what was so important you had to drag me away from the football game?”

“Lover, you’re going to be away for a long time and my pussy is already getting lonely,” Cheryl purred. “I need something to remember you by and my friend Cheryl here is going to video you, me, and your delicious cock — and other things — so I have a way to, uhhh, take care of things while you’re gone. Is that okay?”

“I don’t know dear. This is all a bit weird.” Peter was getting into his role. “What if, well, ummmm, it doesn’t work?”

Tannis rubbed her hand up Peter’s already swollen cock through his jeans. “I think he’s already happy to see me.”

Cheryl jumped in. “Kiss her. Make it good.”

Peter crawled up on the bed and snaked an arm around Tannis’ back. Pulling her towards him, pressing his lips against hers, he whispered, “I love you, precious.”

Tannis stopped the kiss and looked him in the eyes. “I know you do, lover. Now’s not the time for that.

“Fuck me good!”

“That’s the spirit, Tannis. Give him your tongue,” Cheryl directed.

Peter and Tannis’ tongues danced lewdly with each other, as Cheryl zoomed in. Tannis’ hands were roaming feverishly over Peter’s body, yanking at his tee shirt and squeezing his ass.

“Get him undressed, Tan.”

Tannis pushed Peter off the bed, rising and kneeling before him. They continued kissing as she unbuckled his belt.

“Peter. Grab her hair.”

Peter kissed her hard while tangling his fingers in Tannis’ blonde mane. He dove hungrily with his tongue as Tannis released his cock to her hand. As she stroked it, the first sensations inflamed Peter and he released her hair to roughly grab one of Tannis’ tits.

Their moans were taking over the scene as they were releasing their pleasure on each other. Both of them were craving more and more of each other, but content at that moment to let their lust build.

“Oh, that’s good! Keep it up. Peter, pull out one of Tannis’ tits.”

Peter pushed the lace cup of the baby doll down and Tannis’ breast spilled out, her nipple hard, erect and impossibly long. Cheryl felt a flush come over her, seeing her sexy friend so aroused.

“God, Tannis. You’re beautiful. Suck on that, Peter. Show me lots of tongue.”

Still on her knees, Peter bent Tannis back, holding her lower waist in his arm. Cheryl moved the camera to catch the profile of the site: her tit jutting out with that hard nipple and Peter’s tongue moving in to tease it.

“Oh yeah, that’s it. Just play with her awhile. You’re both so hot!”

Cheryl zoomed in again to capture all of Tannis’ gorgeous globe, with just enough room to capture Peter’s mouth, tongue and teeth ravishing it with greed. Tannis’ lust was inflamed and she grabbed konyaaltı escort Peter’s head, drawing him in more and more. The angle of the light was perfect to catch the dribble of saliva roll down the side.

“Her pussy. Do something with her pussy.”

Peter used his free hand to part Tannis’ legs and squeezed her thigh, kneading his way toward her pussy. Tannis shuddered at the first graze of his fingers against her panties, tight against her lips.

“Okay you two, start talking. Make it dirty.”

“Oh Peter, is my pussy as wet as it feels?” Tannis started.

“It’s so hot and your panties are soaked. I bet I could fuck you right now. But I won’t.”

“Oh yeah? Whatcha gonna do then, stud?”

“For starters…” Peter deftly tugged the gusset to the side and thrust a finger in to Tannis’ blossomed snatch. Sliding it out, he brought it to her mouth and commanded, “Suck it like my cock.”

“Don’t you mean like a cock that’s just been inside my dirty, horny little slut pussy?” Tannis had her role nailed. “Or maybe, you mean a cock that’s been in some other slut’s cunt?” Tannis gave Cheryl a sly, sultry wink.

Was that an invitation?

Cheryl laughed it off, but was still intoxicated at the thought. The thought of Tannis licking her cum off a dick was such a horny thought. The thought of Tannis licking her cum right from Cheryl’s wet pussy was more than a passing thought.

“Cheryl, the movie…” Cheryl focused again, as best as she could.

Tannis was greedily sucking at Peter’s finger, pumping it in and out of her mouth. Leaving his fingers wet as she stopped, she said, “Fuck my cunt with those. Cheryl, get the camera on this.”

Cheryl regrouped and brought the camera to the side of the bed. She got as wide of a shot as possible, capturing Peter’s butt in the foreground, with a clear view of Tannis’ flowered lips, and long view up her thigh, over her freshly mauled tit and her enraptured face.

“My god! This is perfect!”

Peter re-moistened his two middle fingers, drawing them from the crack of Tannis’ ass, then looking intently in her eyes, thrust them to the hilt inside her.

“Oh, fuck!” Tannis gasped. “Keep it up!”

Peter’s deliberate pace gave way to a rapid thrust, leaving Tannis a quaking squealing mess.

“My clit, you fucker, get your mouth on my clit!”

Peter kept his fingers pounding her wet hole as he knelt and drove his tongue against her protruding button. Tannis wailed as she came almost instantly, shaking uncontrollably.

Cheryl crawled up on the bed, capturing Tannis’ panting face full-frame. “Tell him how it feels.”

“Baby, that was fucking awesome. But, I’m not done with you yet.”

Cheryl resumed her responsibilities off the bed. “Peter, get on the bed and feed her your cock.”

Peter stepped out of the pool of his jeans at his feet and yanked off his tee shirt, then knelt on the bed by Tannis’ head.

“Tease her with your dick. Tannis, treat it like the last cock you’ll ever have.”

Cheryl zoomed back to capture the whole scene of her two gorgeous friends. Gripping his sizable rod, Peter nudged himself toward Tannis’ mouth. Her tongue strained to reach the tip, then he pulled away. On his knees, he inched closer and gave her cheek a tap.

“You want more of this?” he smirked.

Tannis didn’t say a word as she thrust her hand between his legs and pulled him toward her, almost making him fall over. Tannis made a show of steadying him, gripping his jutting dick and sucking his balls into her mouth. Cheryl zoomed in to capture the action. Spitting on her hand, she jacked Peter’s cock while hungrily licking and sucking at his loose sack. Cheryl move the camera to capture the view from Tannis’ pussy, past her swaying tits, to her face and mouth gorging on Peter’s manhood.

“Good lord, this girl could teach me a thing or two. This is so fucking hot!” Cheryl thought as she switched her eyes from the flesh and blood scene to the camera display and back.

“In her mouth now. As far as she can take it.”

Peter leaned back enough for Tannis to pull down his rigid member. Face to face with the pleasure she was expecting, she took a long drink, licking up the length of his shaft. She stared sultrily into the camera as she kissed the tip, and again, then suddenly engulfed him until she almost gagged. Holding there, she looked to the camera for guidance, nudged down a bit farther, then released him with a gasp.

“Mmmmmm, if this is the last cock I am getting, I am going for the all you can eat special.”

She gorged herself on her last meal, sucking and stroking at Peter as he moaned in pleasure.

“Okay, we don’t want Peter cumming quite yet, you little tart. God, you’re insatiable! I want to see some tit action. Tannis, squat on the floor with your back against the bed. Oh, and get rid of that babydoll.”

Tannis reluctantly released Peter’s cock and sat upright on her knees on the bed. “You want tit action?”

Tannis let her hands roam her legs and torso, pulling at the smooth material of the baby doll. Cupping her breasts, she tweaked first on nipple then the other. Off camera, Peter watched his girl as he stroked his cock, wondering just where he would get to release himself.

Cupping one of her heavy breasts in both hands, she brought it up to her tongue, just grazing her nipple with her tongue through the lacy fabric.

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The train pulled into Toronto’s Union Station on time, exactly three hours and fifty-nine minutes after leaving Montreal. It was a bit longer than a flight, but much cheaper and with more room to move around. The new Turbo seemed to be a success. The Lord Elgin was not too far from the station and my room was ready when I checked in. I went for supper and then back to my room for some reading and an early night to sleep. Early the next morning I was up and had breakfast and I took the subway to the science center. This was one of my major goals for this trip to Toronto, after having seen a television article about the science center.

At a little after eleven o’clock I was examining an exhibit along with a bunch of others when a pushing match broke out amongst some teens. There was a young lady standing beside me who got jostled and almost fell down. I grabbed a hold of one of the rowdy boys and stopped their pushing and made them apologize to the lady. Back then children had more respect for their elders, even if the age gap was not that great in my case. The teens moved off a bit contrite and the lady smiled and thanked me for the intervention. We started chatting about the exhibit and about the center. I found out that she was a couple of years older than I and was a student at a technical college. It was a little early but to beat the rush I suggested that we go for lunch.

This lady, now I knew her as Cindy, knew the city very well and she offered to show me around that afternoon. Well I agreed readily as she was such a lovely lady with long black hair, dark brown smiling eyes that were always full of life and a pesky little twinkle as well. She wore a white blouse and dark mini-skirt which showed her shapely legs.

We took the subway back down town and we walked through a couple of well known sections as she pointed the sights out to me. We were walking down Young Street when we stopped to watch a couple of buskers on the opposite side of the street duelling for attention. All of a sudden a blast of warm air hit us from behind and above our heads. And then a sexy women’s voice asked us to come up and see us as we are taking it all off. The emphasis was on the all. I was astonished by this and turned to my new lady friend and asked what it was all about. She laughed and told me it was a strip club called ‘Starvin Marvin’s’ or something to that effect. Well where I came from, I had never seen a real strip club. Back then there were a few topless bars, but all of the girls wore either bras or large pasties.

I guess the wonder showed on my face as she laughed and asked if I wanted to go up and check it out. I blushed and Cindy laughed even more and squeezed my arm, saying that she would like to go see herself, but needed for me to accompany her. So I agreed, with some trepidation and a lot of curiosity as we made our way up to the second floor. There was some music playing with lots of base and very erotic to boot. The large room was fairly dark except for the raised stage in the middle of the room. The stage was not very wide – maybe about five or six feet and about ten or twelve feet long. There were several rows of cinema type seats ranged around the empty stage which was about three feet off of the floor. I stopped to look around and Cindy grabbed my hand and led me to the front row seats right in front of a small flight of stairs. We were only about three feet from the stage. Looking around we noticed that there was another couple sitting on the opposite side of the room from us, but sitting up higher in the third row. Not another soul was in the place, which made me think that maybe this was not going to be a very good show.

A few minutes after we sat down a blonde blue eyed women dressed in a scarlet satin robe came over and asked if we wanted any thing to drink. She said that they were only allowed to serve beer and wine, but no hard liquor. And she added that we had to order at least popcorn or chips as a surrogate meal. She seemed to make it sound like it was almost obligatory so we ordered a beer and popcorn each. She came back in a few minutes and charged me twenty bucks, which for that time was very expensive. Cindy offered to pay her share but I refused, not wanting to seem like a cheapskate.

After a few more minutes the music changed tempo and the spot lights zeroed in on the same woman in the scarlet robe. An announcer named her as Sweet Louise or ‘Lulu muratpaşa escort the leggy blonde’. She sauntered towards the center stage, moving to the beat of the music. She walked slowly around to the other side of the stage and did a slow pirouette in front of the other couple opening,then closing her robe as she did. Now there were at least two spot lights that followed her every step. Then she made her way to just in front of us and did another pirouette as she slowly opened her robe and shrugged out of it as it dropped to floor. She was completely dressed in a satin blouse and skirt of the same scarlet red as her robe. She had reddish nylons with a dark seam up the back of her very shapely legs. She wore red high heeled shoes that helped to accentuate her shapely legs.

She faced the stairs to the stage and turned her head towards us and smiled, then winked. She slowly bent over in front of us and picked up her robe. As she bent over, her mini-skirt rose so far up that we could see the tops of her nylons and the clasps of the garter belt that held them in place. The spot lights sure did their job as they illuminated her lithe body clothed all in red satin. She then climbed the stairs and threw her robe on a long velvet covered box as she started to strut around the perimeter of the stage, moving and grooving to the erotic music. She made most of her gyrations either in front of the other couple or in front of us. As there were only we two couples, she started to move from the far side and then back to our side of the stage.

The tempo of the music changed again as she started to run her hands up and down her body, very lightly at first, and as the music became more insistent, so did her hand movements as she rubbed her well endowed breasts and then down her flat stomach and then around to her well rounded behind. She then turned to the other couple and we could see that she was starting to unbutton her blouse. She pulled it out of her skirt and flashed them by opening both panels of her blouse to their searching eyes. She then turned and walked to the top of the stairs in front of us and at first rubbed her breasts through her blouse and then she opened it up completely to show us her scarlet red satin bra. She then moved the blouse back off of her shoulders accentuating her satin covered breasts. She shrugged out of the blouse, letting it slide to the floor.

Louise turned around slowly and languidly bent over to pick up her blouse with one hand while she ran the other one caressed her behind. She pulled her skirt up a little more and we could plainly see her scarlet red satin panties. As she had done before, she turned her head towards us, smiled and then winked at us. I had to take a swallow of beer as I must have been hyper ventilating, not to mention that the feelings in my groin were starting to make me feel a bit uncomfortable. She then slowly straightened up and walked to the velvet covered box and threw her blouse on it.

Again the tempo of the music changed and the stripper changed her routine as she slowly slid her hands up and down her sides and sliding them over her wonderfully rounded bottom. She sauntered back and forth, between our side of the stage and the other. She stopped on the opposite side and did a few moves with her hips as if she was playing with a hula hoop. Then she made her way to our side and stopped at the top of the stairs, right in front of us. She did the undulating movement as she caressed her satin bra covered breasts. I had to take another swig of beer as I watched her squeeze her luscious breasts. Cindy whispered to me, asking if Lulu was making me thirsty. I guess that I had been licking my lips and maybe clearing my throat at the same time. I suddenly realized that Cindy was holding on to my arm, and that I could feel her breast rubbing against my bare arm. I was now very aware that my penis was starting to react to seeing Lulu caress her breasts and the feel of Cindy’s left breast.

Louise slowly unzipped her skirt and wiggled as she was trying to move it off of her hips. Then she unzipped it completely and held in front of her like a cape of a toreador in front of a bull. She let it slide down her legs to show us the top of her scarlet satin panties. The light was such that we could see that she wore her garter belt under her panties, which seemed strange to me at the time, but antalya anal yapan escort I understood why later on. She turned away from us but held her outspread skirt in such away as to cover her behind with it. Then she turned her head to us, smiled her beautifully sensuous smile and her lascivious wink, as she slowly lowered her scarlet satin skirt to reveal her beautiful behind tightly encased in scarlet satin panties. She then bent over and drew her satin skirt between her lovely legs, rubbing it up and down her inner thighs and then rubbing against her crotch, so very slowly. She straightened up and moved to the clothes box and deposited her skirt on the other items of clothing.

Louise started another routine as she traced a figure eight, between our side and the opposite side of the stage. As she slowly moved through her sort of dance she caressed her self, her bra covered breasts and her satin covered behind. Cindy whispered to me to take my eyes off of the stripper and look across the stage at the other couple. They were locked in an embrace, and we could clearly see the fellow’s hand was in his partner’s blouse which was open below her breasts. We could not see everything but from the movement of the girl’s arm, it appeared that she was masturbating her guy right there. The stripper seemed to notice what was going on over there as she changed her routine to only include our side of the stage.

Louise stopped at the top of the stairs right in front of us and started to caress her bra covered breasts and then moved her hands down her flat stomach and then they slid between her legs to rub her pussy through her satin panties. She then went back to caressing her breasts smiling at us all the while. She reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, then slid one shoulder strap and then the other one down her arms, but still holding on to her bra cups covering her breasts. She looked at us and raised her eyebrows in a questioning way. Cindy whispered that the stripper wanted to know if we wanted to see her breasts. I tried to say yes, but the words got caught in my throat, so all I could do was nod and mouth the word please. She gave another gentle squeeze and caress to her breasts and then let the bra fall away, exposing her luscious breasts to us. My eyes must have opened like large saucers as I took in this glorious sight not more than four feet away. The spot lights showed every bit of her lovely breasts with the long nipples and the dark aureoles at their base. She smiled and leaned towards us and moved her torso back and forth as her big breasts swung freely right in front of us. I licked my lips several times and Cindy whispered to me whether or not I would like to suck those big breasts as the stripper cupped them and pulled on her long nipples. I turned slightly towards Cindy and said oh yes, rather loudly. I saw that Cindy too was licking her lips. I also noted that Cindy’s blouse was now open to expose the top of her bra. I could now feel my penis twitching and expanding against my boxers and light summer slacks. I had to move a bit to ease the pressure and as I did I pushed closer to Cindy. She squeezed my arm and hugged me closer to her. I could feel that the nipple of her breast rubbing against me was now as hard as that of the stripper. I felt better knowing that I was not the only one who was getting sexually aroused.

Louise turned her back to us and then slowly pulled her panties down just enough to show the back of her garter belt. Then she pulled them up again as she bent over. Her panties covered almost all of her ass cheeks. As she pulled them up we could see that they were being drawn into the crack of her ass. She then ran her hands all over her satin covered behind with the fingers of one hand running deep inside her ass crack. She had as before turned her head to watch our reaction. I mouthed a wow as she lowered her panties again with her wonderful smile. Only this time she kept lowering them until they lay on the stage floor right at the top of the stairs. She lowered herself to her knees and bent as she showed her ass to us. She caressed her ass cheeks all the while watching our reactions. She grabbed her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled them apart. She smiled as she puckered her ass hole and then opened it and closed it several times. This time I said a wow out loud which made her smile antalya merkez escort even wider than before. She stood up and then turned around and took a step down from the stage, then another step down. She sat down on the edge of the stage still wearing her garter belt and nylons, and her red high heel shoes on the second to last step. The straps of her garter belt holding up her nylons accentuated her ass from behind and her neatly trimmed pussy from the front.

She was close enough and the lowered volume of the music that we could here her say that she hoped we were enjoying her show. We both nodded a very affirmative yes. She asked us if we liked her tits. Again an affirmation came from us as I licked my lips again. How about my ass, do you think it’s too big. We both agreed that she had a very nice ass. Then she spread her legs and showed us her pussy which was well trimmed and looked well lubricated as well. With one hand holding and squeezing one of her breasts, her other hand went down to her pussy and started to stroke it slowly and softly. As she did this Cindy squeezed me even tighter and I couldn’t stop from saying an Oh Fuck. I thought that I was going to cum in my pants right there and then watching this very sexy erotic woman playing with herself not three feet away and also feeling Cindy’s breast spearing my bare arm with its hard nipple.

All of a sudden the music stopped completely, the spot lights went out and for several seconds we were in total darkness. Then the house lights came on slowly and our stripper, Louise was dressed in her robe and was picking up her bra and panties from the edge of the stage. She came down the stairs with a big smile on her face, her cheeks seemed a bit flushed. She asked if we had really enjoyed her show. I was afraid to move in order not to show my erection, but her eyes showed me she knew that I had one. She looked at Cindy and said to both of us that she hoped that she had gotten us in the right mood for the evening. We both laughed, I a bit self consciously, but Cindy with much more merriment. I finally threw caution to the wind and stood showing both women that I had a great erection in my slacks. I put my hand in my back pocket and pulled out a twenty and handed it to Louise. She opened her robe and asked me to slide it into her stocking top as she lifted her foot to the seat beside us. I bent down quickly on one knee and ever so slowly inserted the bill in to her stocking top. She told me to push it in further which I did. She opened her robe even wider and placed her hand just above her well trimmed mound. Then she pulled it upwards, exposing her pussy lips and her hooded clit to me. I could see that her lips were glistening with juice and the aroma of her pussy juice almost made me cum. I could not resist the temptation. I moved closer and kissed her hard glistening clit. She knew it was coming as she wrapped her robe around my head and drew me closer. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and licked her juicy pussy and then her clit. She jumped at the touch and then moved away trailing her silk robe from my head. I looked up at her as she formed an Oh with her mouth, smiled, winked.

Cindy took my arm again and was pressing herself to me. Louise thanked us again and we both said that we should be thanking her. Then she walked off to her dressing room. I turned to Cindy as her hand holding my arm slipped down to grasp my hand and she also rubbed the back of her hand up and down my erection. She whispered that that felt really nice and wondered where we should go from here. I was thinking that I must have had more than a few shot spots in my boxers and hoping that they didn’t show through my slacks. But I came to my senses and offered to show her my hotel room. She squeezed my hand and rubbed my erection again as we made our way to the door and back into the bright sunshine of late afternoon.

Before opening the street door as an after thought I mentioned that I did not see the other couple when we were leaving. Cindy laughed and said that when the stripper took off her bra, the couple got up with the lady leading the man by the hand. They had headed for the ladies wash room on the far side of the bar. For all she knew they were probably still going at each other in the women’s restroom. We both shared a laugh at that. I put my arm around Cindy and gave her a big hug. Her hand was stuck between our bodies and she rubbed my crotch as my free hand went to fondle her breast. And then we kissed. Cindy said she liked the taste of my lips, with a big wink. I was about to do some more when some guys opened the door and one shouted to get a room, whereby everybody laughed. It started to rain so we took a cab back to my hotel holding hands and chatting all the way, both thinking of what was to come.

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Bodies flood the park, crazy costumes and unique creations are abundant. Everyone waits for this weekend, where creativity runs wild and the inner artist takes over. The heat is unbearable, but it’s not stopping the revelry. Finding you is going to be hard, but most certainly worth it.

You’re standing in the center of it all, like the conductor of the chaos. Besides your tie dye boxers, you’re not wearing anything. Your face is painted with tribal markings in deep maroon.

Standing there in front of me, I see a slight tent in your boxers. I smirk knowing that will soon change. Your arms embrace me. Your cock twitches and you look down at me,

“You’re clothes aren’t real? Body paint? You daring little slut.”

I laugh, knowing how naked I really am and how much it turns you on. From neck to ankles, I’m covered in white paint with little designs. I stand up on my tip toes and whisper in your ear,

“I’ve hidden your initials some where on me, maybe you can find them.”

The slight tent that was in your boxers is now quite large. I can see your eyes searching my body. People keep bumping into you, making this game rather hard.

“Look later. I rather fuck you. Here. Now. With all these people milling around us.”

Looking in my eyes, I can see the shock and excitement that you are experiencing. Last week you told me you wanted to having a public fuck, but I’m pretty sure you were just expecting a bathroom or the side of the road. You forgot that I was your little freak. The girl who couldn’t keep her hands off of you.

You pull me in closer, our bodies pressed together. A chill runs up my back as I feel your lips on my neck. I pull the band of your boxers down to release your cock. With your cock free, I run my fingers up and lara escort down your shaft. Gently. Slowly. Working my way from the base to the tip.

Separating my legs, I guide the tip of your cock to my pussy.

“Are you serious? There’s 25 people standing within—ugh ohhh God yes!”

I don’t let you finish your words, I just slide your cock in me and let my pussy finish talking you into fucking me.

The people walking around really don’t seem to notice what’s happening between us. Many people are dancing around, so our pressed bodies don’t look out of place. The music thumps, our animal moans are drowned out.

Your hips being to thrust back and forth. Mine match yours. Creating an erotic dance to the casual viewer. Keeping our actions hidden. I wrap my arms around your neck as my knees go weak from the sensations. The exhibition. The passion. My pussy aches for your cock to spear me. We soon realized that this is just too hard to do while standing.

I side your cock out of me and pull your boxer back over it. Grabbing your hand, I pull you towards the back of the park.

“I want you to pound in to me. I want to be loud. I don’t want to stand any more.” Following behind me, you look down and notice my body paint has lines running through it. Smirking to yourself, you realize my pussy is so wet, the juices are running down my legs.

Finding a bush that isn’t occupied by other couples, I push you down on the grass by your shoulders. Crawling up your body, I set my eyes on that beautiful cock that will finally be mine. Pulling off your boxers, a giant grin spreads across my face. Skipping over and sort of fanfare, I slide my pussy up.

Sliding your cock back into me, a sigh of serik escort relief escapes both of our mouths. My legs straddle you, lifting my body up and down over your cock. I lean forward so my breasts are bouncing in front of your face. You reach up and begin to play with them. Tweaking my nipples lets out a moan from my mouth. My right hand reaches out to your chest for balance, while my left hand starts stroking my clit. Your hands, your cock, my hands is all too much. I begin to cum. The feeling is so over whelming that I collapse on top of you.

Realizing your chance, you grab me and roll us over together without removing your cock. Lifting my right leg, you begin to pound into me. With such force that I slide on the grass a bit. The grunting. The passion. The ecstasy consumes us. There is nothing that can stop us.

A small crowd has gathered around us. An explosion of colors are peaking over the bushes. You realize this, but my eyes are closed. Biting my lip, enjoying the moment. You take the crowd as a chance to show off. Sliding yourself out of me, I let out a whimper. But I am quickly flipped over, my ass now up in the air. The ground smells like fresh sex, it makes me moan out your name.

I start humping the grass. Clawing at it. Desperate for something in me. All of my body paint is smeared. My pussy juices have wiped off what was on my legs and ass, the grass has removed the paint from my back. Your cock is coated in my juices. My asshole is practically flooded with juices.

You separate my ass cheeks, and tease my asshole with just the tip of your cock. I raise my ass, attempting to thrust your cock in on my own. You pull your cock away, laughing at the desperation in my voice as I moan,

“Nuhhhhhh antalya escort please fuck me! Please for the love of god just stick your cock in my ass, NOW!”

With a slight chuckle in your throat, you shove your cock in my ass in one push.

“Ahhhhhhh fuck that’s what I needed!”

I feel my asshole expanding to accommodate your cock. You fill me. I lift my head in a howl as I orgasm because there is no other way to express my passion, my bliss. It is at that moment I realize that there is a small crowd around us, about 20 or so people.

I turn around and look at you in the eyes,

“Fuck me. Harder. Now.”

You pull my hips up closer, I try to match your thrusts with my hips. After struggling for a moment, we reach an animalistic rhythm. The sound of flesh slapping. Low guttural moans. Bodies moving as one. Sweat dripping down our bodies. Your cock moving in and out of me. Filling my ass. The stimulation pushes me over the edge, I cum again on your cock. Hard. I grunt, since screaming no longer expresses my pleasure.

“Nughhhhhh oh god. Yes. Ohhh ohhh never stop..”

You fuck my ass through my orgasm. Finally coming down from the bliss, I can hear you say,

“I’m gonna cum!”

You pull your cock out of my ass and flip me over on my back. My body paint has been rubbed and sweat off, my naked body is now exposed to the crowd around us. I don’t care. I just want the cum that your balls hold. Greedily I look up a you, and in a soft, pathetic voice

“Please. Please give me your cum. I need it so badly.”

You furiously stroke your cock, bringing yourself to the edge. The first spurt of cum lands on my stomach. Each drop after that lands on my chest, breasts and face. I scoop the cum off my body with my fingers and proceed to lick my fingers.

“Mhmmm so much better than those corn dogs they are selling here…”

You laugh and pull me in close. The crowd walks away, realizing the show is over. They return to the revelry as we lay behind the bushes, you in your boxers and me naked without my body paint.

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Les Deux Magots

It was summer. It was hot. It was humid. It was my first time in France. But more important, it was my first encounter with your voice. It was sexy, uninhibited, and erotic. My friends keep telling me that I need a little more excitement in my life so I decided to be spontaneous and take a trip which left them all speechless. But the jolt I got when you walked by and said “excuse me” excited me more than one could ever hope for in a foreign place.

I scooted my chair in to let you go past and was gifted with a sensual “thanks” for my actions. It was so nice to hear someone speaking English. It was nicer when I turned to see you being seated at the table behind me in a pair of cool linen pants draped heavenly over a very nice ass. The thin shirt on the obviously defined arms was no slouch either. As the smell of your cologne wafted by on the hot summer breeze, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and held it, enjoying the smell of home and the scent of a clean man. At that moment, my waiter arrived and, in a horrible attempt at English, tried to ascertain what I wanted. I couldn’t understand what the hell he was saying.

After 4 attempts, your voice came through with “he wants to know what you would like to drink.” Embarrassed that I couldn’t figure that out on my own, I sheepishly say thank you and give my order. The smell of you continues to waft over tantalizing my senses. I let my imagination take over for a moment and try to have it conjure up what you look like since I have yet to see your face. It completely fails me. All it comes up with is a nice, sinfully naked body with no face. I laugh out loud at myself.

I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn to see you twisted around looking at me. I am absolutely astounded because I know who you are the moment our eyes meet. You are the man in every one of antalya rus escort my forbidden fantasies. You were the man who fucked me on a plane. Who came on my face in a secluded spot on the highway in the rain; At a spot overlooking the ocean on the hood of your car where you drilled my tight ass; In the corner of a dinner club against the wall. On a tropical island with 4 of your friends; In your hotel room on multiple occasions in different locations and different positions; In my hotel room upside down on the balcony; In my office where you came all over my huge breasts. In the Outdoor Mezzanine section of the Hollywood Bowl where anyone could find us if they only looked up; In the back seat of your car; In the shower where I worshipped your rock hard dick; Almost in an elevator; And the sensual hand job underneath the table at a Black Tie event filled with people.

You smile when I don’t say anything right away and ask quizzically, “Do I know you?” Even though I was smiling, I was so confused because I KNOW I had never actually met you before this moment. “Yes. We have sex all of the time.” I reply knowing now that I have to either be dreaming or suffering from heat stroke. “That’s what I thought” you reply laughing. Since I KNOW it’s not real, I take charge of my fantasy. “Can I taste you before I eat breakfast?” I ask as I take your hand and lick your fingertip. Your sensual smile tells me I can do whatever I want. I kiss your fingers showing each of them the same measure of love and appreciation. I slowly put one finger in my mouth and suck it like the sweetest candy I’ve ever tasted. Then the next and the next until each was tingling from all the attention it had received.

I then stand up and brazenly stand over your sitting form as I start to kiss you. I kiss you deeply… belek escort then aggressively… which turns into hungry passion! As I seductively kiss you in front of an unknown number of non-existent people, I reach my hand down and begin to stroke your quickly hardening manhood through your pants. As we continue the lust-filled kiss, I begin to undo your pants to release your restricted prisoner. I move my lips from yours to venture to your ear, then your sun~kissed neck, then to your fully engorged dick. I feel your quick intake of air as I deep throat you unmercifully. I hear people speaking in French but since I don’t speak French, I could care less.

As you sit there letting my mouth fuck you, you reach down and unbutton my shirt and begin to manipulate my hot, huge breasts and nipples. I moan with a mouthful of dick which in turn, gives you a little more pleasure from the hum. I let my wet hands squeeze you as they slide up and down following my lips and tongue, winding with each stroke. I suck your head as I let my hands stroke you before I plunge you back in to my tonsils. The swallowing sensations from the back of my throat make you squirm. I feel the throbbing begin as I lick and kiss and suck you. I speed up then slow down as I enjoy the manipulation you are doing to my erect nipples in this outdoor oven. One more plunge before I stand up and leave your beautiful erection in all its glory.

I lift my skirt and slowly remove my panties making sure they don’t get caught on my heel. I can still hear the incessant chatter of French words as I pull your pants down just a bit to have full access to you. As I straddle you, I kiss you then grab your dick and, after a couple of strokes, slide my soaking wet lady flower down your shaft until it is being completely swallowed. I am already kepez escort pulsating and shaking as I ride you in the middle of Les Deux Magots on this hot summer’s day as if no one is watching. I slowly and erotically slide up and down on you taking you all in with every stroke. My body in turmoil every time you hit my spot. I know that if I go any faster I’ll cum all over you and I am definitely not ready to do that yet. I feel your hands on my hips guiding me up and down as I hold on for dear life as you begin to meet my thrusts with your own. I try to slow down because the moment is quickly approaching and I won’t be able to hold it back much longer. You keep me at a feverish pace and continue pounding into me. I feel you in the pit of my stomach with each stroke as you fill me completely. The smell of your cologne, my perfume, and sex permeate the air. Everything was silent except for the scream that tore from me with my orgasm. You keep me raised at just the right height so you can continue to fuck my overly sensitive clit. I feel the sensation beginning again and know that it is inevitable. Harder and faster you go until I feel your hot cum shoot into me mixing with mine. I sit on your lap with my arms around your neck as we both just breathe.

I open my eyes to see the faces of the non-existent people. Some are scowling, but most are smiling and clapping, still speaking in their un-intelligible language looking all too real. I stand up and pull my skirt down and grab a napkin from the table to wipe you off. You stand and pull up your pants. I place a 20 on my table and we walk away from this outdoor eatery as if nothing was amiss. We go our separate ways with nothing more than a hug and a quick kiss.

The next morning, I awake from another glorious dream in my hotel room where I had slept with the windows open to feel the cooling summer breeze, to a simple breakfast tray and a newspaper. Emblazoned on the front was a picture of two people in the middle of an outdoor restaurant obviously having sex under a title which read “Américains fous ont des rapports sexuels à Les Deux Magots”. Wow! Too bad I don’t read French. It looks like it could be an interesting story.

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Brush My Hair:…A Never-Ending Tale

It was sundown, and shadows of trees coming in through windows lay on oak flooring. The bed was still neatly made with white eyelet comforter on goose down mattress, plush pillows in abundance thrown at the intricately carved cherry headboard.

He was stretched out across the bedding, fully dressed, propped up on one elbow – just watching her. Naturally handsome, mature and youthful at once – thick hair pulled back in a subtle ponytail, gray at the temples. The perfect gentleman – except at night – when the evolution began… with her.

She sat at the dressing table, a delicate antique with a triple mirror. She wore a forest green satin sheath gown, sleeveless, thin straps over bare shoulders, her back to him… she picked up the pearl handled brush and turned the bristles upward to begin stroking her hair… and their eyes met in the mirror.

“Use the comb first,” she heard, and watching him in the reflection, put down the brush to obey his quiet, but persuasive, command. One hand holding damp hair, in the other she drew the comb from roots to ends, detangling until it fell straight down her back.

“No hair dryer,” his whisper carried across the room, and she kept muratpaşa escort blue eyes on his dark, intense face – and took up the exotic pearl handle into her palm again. Tilting her head, she pulled the bristles slowly through mahogany strands, starting at the nape of her neck, letting each section drop freely past bare shoulders.

The fan was turning overhead, and as she brushed, glints of red, brown and gold appeared, caught in a dazzling blaze of candles lit around the room. She sat on the velvet-covered bench, graceful and ageless in the pale glow, until her hair was completely dry.

All the while, his eyes never looked away – and she couldn’t, trapped in his mysterious, seductive power.

Wordlessly, she finally stood, setting the brush on the table as she turned toward him. Silhouetted against the wall, she moved like a ballet dancer – soft curves flawless and inviting – a sensual glide across oak flooring. He sat up, removed his shoes and socks… and stood to meet her.

There was only the faint, but perceptible, sound that a house makes, and otherwise silence filled the room. Still, they were locked in the dance now, both hearing the same music. antalya anal yapan escort Senses enhanced with her intoxicating fragrance – a unique blend of sandalwood, cinnamon and vanilla – he slipped an arm firmly around her waist. She luxuriated in his warmth, breathing deeply as if to trap the very presence of him. His hands were strong, possessive – she was filled with an unexpected, urgent need to experience all of him.

He felt her gentleness, fair skin smooth as ivory under his touch. No words spoken, yet perfectly heard… holding her now, she was completely his – an innate beauty he had never before experienced, nor imagined. She took raw thoughts and turned them magically into fantasy. Her heart pounded wildly – his beat like a drum inside his chest. He ran fingers through her silky long hair, grasping it in his fist, pulling her back until she looked up into his face… Their bodies so close, a tangible current seemed to flow between them, lightning pulses where they touched. She nibbled playfully at his mustache, while slowly unbuttoning his dress shirt, until she could nip at sleek, dark chest hair – tongue darting out, she lapped ravenously antalya merkez escort at sweet flesh, leaving a wet trail down his stomach.

He took a deep breath as she unbuckled his belt, slipped it through the loops – holding it in front of her face provocatively, buckle in one hand, end in the other – bit impatiently into the leather, holding it between her teeth. She swayed downward to kneel in front of him, deftly unhooking and unzipping his jeans in almost the same motion – he stepped out with ease as she gripped the material in her hands and threw the jeans aside

Taking the ends of the belt again, she slid it sensually through glossy red lips and looked up at him hungrily. “Hmmmm,” she cooed, looping the slick black leather around her throat and back through the silver buckle. He watched, fascinated, as her lips turned upward ever so slightly… a sexy, wicked smile.

He reached down, lifting her to stand in front of him, and then took the length of leather laying in her delicious cleavage, and, teasing it across her breasts, pulled her face so close to his, their breath touched.

“Come with me,” he lured, holding the leash she’d crafted from his belt. Now the ultimate Master, he led her to the bed, claiming all she had – every thought, emotion, craving – for his own. She listened, followed… anxious to become one with him.

“Let me brush your hair…” he whispered hauntingly, and she let out a long, soulful sigh.

Oh, yes, please brush my hair, she answered – albeit wordlessly, surrendering to him… and he caressed her through the night… forever, never-ending.

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“Can I drive the boat?”

Startled by the voice behind him, Mario turned. A petite blonde woman stood in the open doorway of the wheelhouse. Her thin white blouse, caught by the breeze, outlined her shape. It was blatantly obvious that she wore nothing under the blouse, not even a bra.

“Well?” she said.

“Um.” Mario considered her request. Technically, he wasn’t supposed to let any of the passengers operate the party boat. On the other hand, he was supposed to keep the passengers happy, and sometimes that meant bending the rules a bit.

“Oh, come on.” The woman entered the wheelhouse and stood beside Mario, so close their bodies almost touched.

He wished she would close that tiny gap. The thought of her body against his sent wonderfully exciting images through his brain, and his cock seemed to approve.

But he had to pull himself together. He was the boat captain. A little light flirting with the female passengers was acceptable, since it brought him better tips and sometimes resulted in the women spending a bit more cash at the bar on the lower deck. Anything more than that, though, was strictly off-limits. No one else would know about his fantasizing, but the temptation to act on the ideas was a little too dangerous.

“What’s your name?” he asked.

“Andrea.” She held out a small hand.

Mario shook it. “I’m Captain Mario.”

Andrea giggled. “Sounds like a character from a kids’ TV show. Or a video game.”

Mario rolled his eyes. “Yes, I’m sure it does.”

“You still haven’t answered me.” She leaned past him to study the instrument panel. “This looks complicated. Is it hard?”

Oh, you have no idea about hard. Mario bit back the comment before he could blurt it out. There were some lines he just couldn’t cross.

“Not too difficult.” He turned around, leaving room for Andrea to step in front of him. “Sure, you can give it a try. Just do exactly what I say, okay?”

“I’ll follow your every command.” Andrea winked and positioned herself on Mario’s lap, where she wiggled as if to get more comfortable.

It didn’t do a damn thing for Mario’s comfort. The weight of her slight body directly on his cock sent a slew of X-rated thoughts through his mind. Surely, through her cutoff denim shorts and his slacks, she could feel how turned on he was.

Of course she could, and for all he knew, that was her intention. To turn him the fuck on knowing he couldn’t do anything about it.

“What do I do first?” she asked.

You stop fucking teasing me. But that wasn’t what he wanted. He wanted to get her frigging shorts out of the way so he could undo his slacks and ram his dick right into her tight cunt. She had to be wet; there was no way she could turn him on this much without being turned on herself. He could slide right inside…

Except he couldn’t, because he had to pilot the damn boat and act professional.

He antalya sınırsız escort took her hand and put it on the throttle. “You push this forward to speed up, and pull it back to slow down.” He placed her other hand on the steering wheel. “Turn this way to go right, this way for left.”

She giggled again. “I could have figured that out.”

“I’m sure you could have. I can only let you drive for a few minutes. Once we reach the shipping channel, I’ll have to take over.”

“Can we go faster?” She pushed the throttle.

Mario immediately grabbed her hand and pulled it back. “Not right now. Just keep it steady.”

“Oh, fine.” She sounded like she was pouting, though Mario couldn’t see her face to be certain.

Having her on his lap for the next several minutes was excruciating, even more so because every time he helped her turn the boat slightly, she gave an excited little wiggle. Just when he thought he’d gotten his dick under control, she made him hard all over again.

And he was pretty sure she knew it. Her giggles and joy weren’t only because of being allowed to drive the boat. She almost certainly knew exactly what she was doing to him.

Finally they reached the first buoy marking the shipping channel. “Sorry,” Mario said. “It’s time to let me take back over.”

“That’s no fun.” Andrea wriggled again. “Come on, let me keep driving. Please?”

“I can’t. It isn’t up to me. It’s the law.” He wasn’t being totally honest, but right now, all he cared about was getting her off his frigging lap before he exploded in his pants.

“Can I drive on the way back?” Andrea stood and turned to face him. “I didn’t have much of a turn. And this is fun.” She ran her tongue over her lips.

Mario shivered and focused his attention on the throttle. “We’ll see. Right now, I have to make sure we don’t run into anything, so please go back to the party.”

He said it more harshly than he should have, given that he was speaking to someone who was part of a group that had paid a couple thousand dollars for the use of the boat. But she was distracting him at a point where he had to pay close attention to what he was doing. Offending her was better than running the boat aground on one of the rocks close to the surface just outside the channel.

“Can I get you something to drink?” Andrea asked.

“I can’t drink while I’m working, but thank you.”

“Your choice.”

He waited a moment, then glanced over his shoulder. She was gone.

It should have been a relief, but he almost wished she’d stayed. Now he’d almost definitely lost the chance to have some fun with her after the trip.

For a while, he focused on steering around the harbor. As captain, he had freedom to decide where to take the passengers, as long as he stuck to the amount of time they’d döşemealtı escort paid for. His horniness ebbed away, to his relief. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he’d had someone to go home to, but he would be on his own after the trip. Taking care of a hard-on by himself wasn’t much fun.

He tuned out the loud music and the passengers’ chatter, which increased in volume as they drank, until a squeal behind him caught his attention.

He quickly turned to see Andrea standing near the doorway, beaming as one of the male passengers slid his hand over her breast while he kissed her neck. Her shorts were unfastened, as were the lower buttons of her blouse.

His cock stiffened again. Andrea was looking straight at him. Another game on her part, clearly. Payback for not letting her operate the boat anymore, or maybe for not trying to do to her what this other guy was doing now.

Damn it! He did not need this right now. The wind had picked up, making the water choppier. He had to pay attention to his job, not to the incredibly hot woman being groped behind him.

He turned back and stared over the bow of the boat. No matter what else this woman tried, he couldn’t let her get to him.

For a few minutes, he fought the urge to glance over his shoulder. When he finally lost the fight, Andrea and her groper had wandered away.

Not for long, though. A little while later, a loud groan made Mario take another look behind him. This time, Andrea’s blouse was completely undone, draped so it just barely covered the breast that wasn’t being sucked by another woman, while a man stood behind Andrea with his arms around her, one hand inside her shorts.

What the fuck! The sight was more than he could stand. If he hadn’t been right in the middle of navigating the boat through a narrower channel, he would have gotten up and joined the fun.

Except he couldn’t have, because he was on the job. Supposedly the passengers were too, or at least they were on a cruise booked by their workplace. But that didn’t seem to matter to Andrea or her two new playmates.

His cock was so hard it hurt, and he couldn’t help rubbing it through his slacks as he once again turned back to his work. This is fucking torture. That little…woman had better watch out.

As if he could do anything. He would bring the boat back to port and be stuck on board for another hour or so cleaning up. By then, the passengers would have left, either for home or for a bar so they could get even drunker than they already were. He would probably never even see Andrea again, let alone get the chance to finish what they’d started.

Finally, he turned the boat back toward the marina. As he piloted it back, he glanced over his shoulder several times, but Andrea didn’t reappear alone or with anyone else. She’d probably gotten tired of her game.

When konyaaltı escort the boat reached the marina, the deckhands helped tie it, and Mario left the wheelhouse to say goodbye to the passengers as they disembarked. He didn’t spot Andrea. She must have been avoiding him. And that was for the best. If he’d seen her again, he wouldn’t have been able to keep his mouth shut about her little show on the upper deck, and that wouldn’t have gone over well with the other crew members standing nearby.

Once the passengers were gone, Mario and the rest of the crew cleaned up. As they left the boat, he realized he’d forgotten his paperwork in the wheelhouse. “I’ll see you guys later,” he said, and went back to the upper deck.

Andrea stepped out of the wheelhouse, grinning. She was completely nude, and in the fading sunlight was the sexiest thing Mario had ever seen. Lust rushed through him, and he clenched his fists to keep from grabbing her and fucking her right then and there.

If only he wasn’t seeing her on the boat, where she shouldn’t even have been.

“What are you doing here?” His voice was hoarse. He cleared his throat. “You should have left.”

“I was hiding.” She giggled and pointed toward the chests where the life vests were kept. “I didn’t want to leave without saying sorry for getting you all worked up.”

“I don’t think you’re sorry at all.” He stepped closer and looked her body up and down, craving her. If he sent her away now, he was an idiot, but he didn’t see much choice. If anyone caught him with her, he would lose his job.

It would almost be worth it, but he wasn’t willing to take the risk. “Your apology’s accepted.”

She shook her head. “I haven’t given it yet.”

She dropped to her knees and undid his slacks. Before he could react, she engulfed his cock with her mouth.

He moaned. The wet warmth around his shaft was incredible. She slowly pulled back, running her tongue along his cock as she did so, then sucked hard on his cock head as she stroked the rest of his length. The pleasure was more than he could stand. He braced himself against the wheelhouse. After all her teasing, he was so turned on it took only moments before an orgasm ripped through him and he filled her mouth with cum.

For several moments, all he knew was the intensity that shook his entire body, and the heat of Andrea’s mouth and hand. Slowly, the climax faded, and he opened his eyes.

Smiling up at him, Andrea released his cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Very nice. I hope that you’ll accept that apology.”

“Um, yeah.” Words. He needed words. “Yes. Yeah, I do.”

She laughed. “Good. Then maybe you’ll accept my invitation, too. I’d really rather not be finished with you yet. I’ve missed my ride home, so if you’re willing to drive me, we can continue this at my place.”

“Yeah.” Mario nodded. “Definitely.”

“Eventually your blood will reach your brain again. Come on.” She took his hand and tugged him toward the stairs.

It took a few seconds for him to register the fact that she was still naked. “Clothes?”

“Fuck clothes. I’m fine like this.” She grinned. “Showing off is kind of my thing, in case you didn’t notice. Don’t worry. No one’s around. Let’s go.”

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Ellie sat quietly alone on Saturday morning, thinking about the past few months. She had exposed herself to her former student, Billy. She had also slept with the real estate agent, Jack Eastland, that she had inadvertently and simultaneously shown herself to. It was early December now, and her husband Ted had gone to get new outdoor Christmas decorations. Ellie’s phone rang but the name did not show on her caller ID and she did not recognize the number.

“Hello?” she half answered, half questioned.

“Is Ellie there?” the voice was a man’s that sounded somewhat familiar to her.

“This is she, who is this?”

“This is Leon Bandy.”

Ellie remembered how she had unintentionally caused her former coworker to retire after it was revealed he maliciously bullied Billy, and Ellie had not only helped Billy, but also revealed to the administration how Mr. Bandy had been treating him.

“Hey, Mr. Bandy, how are you?” she asked, not really caring.

“I could not be better, how is your husband…Ted right?”

“Ted is good, he works and golfs a lot.” she answered, already bored with this call.

“That is good, a man needs hobbies. How is Billy doing? I heard he went off to college.”

Ellie immediately felt uncomfortable when Mr. Bandy mentioned Billy.

“Billy is good I guess, his mother hasn’t said anything to me that would make me think he wasn’t doing well at school.” Ellie answered assertively.

“Well I am sure he was glad to have you as a tutor. Did you sleep with him right away or did you seduce him?” Leon Bandy boldly asked.

“Excuse the hell out of me, what did you just say!” Ellie demanded.

“Yeah, it seems I have proof that you had an affair with your student.” Mr. Bandy bluntly replied.

“You could not have proof of something that did not happen.” Ellie corrected him.

“Well I have a picture of you in your back yard, exposing yourself to the house that Billy lives in. Maybe I was mistaken, maybe it was Billy’s father you were showing your breasts to. I don’t know, you tell me.” Mr. Bandy’s voice oozed bad intent.

Ellie could not believe what she was hearing. Jack Eastland had took pics of her when she was in her backyard showing herself to Billy, but how could Leon Bandy have got his hands on one of those photographs?

Then he told her.

“You see, after I retired, I decided I wanted to move to Florida, so I needed to list my house with a realtor. Jack Eastland is well-known to sell homes at an above average price. When he came to my house, he had to take all kinds of pictures of my home inside and out. When he was outside, I peeked in his briefcase, and what did I find but a folder with a whole bunch of pictures of you in that little swimsuit you stripped off. He had so many pictures, that I knew he would never miss any if I took one. Have you seen it? You seem to be lifting up your chest for someone else’s eyes. I figured since Billy lives behind you, and you are facing his house, you don’t have to be a genius to put it all together.”

Ellie felt like she would faint. Her hands trembled and panic was about to set in. The only thing that kept her from crying was her rage at Jack for not destroying the pics.

“Mr. Bandy, I have to go now.” she almost begged him.

“Go ahead and call whoever you want, I expect you to call me back in ten minutes, understand?” he ordered.

“I understand.” Ellie answered defeated.

As soon as she hung up, she angrily called Jack Eastland to find out why he was carrying her nude pictures around with him.

Jack explained, “Oh shit! I am sorry Ellie, Leon Bandy was one of my stops that afternoon we got together. I had to go outside and take pics of the front and back of his home. I never thought he would go through my stuff while I was outside. I am going to go kick that old man’s ass!”

“No, he has one of the pictures you took the day I was outside, and if he gives it to Billy’s parents, Ted, or the school board, I am ruined. I wish I had never done any of it. Did you get rid of the rest like you said you would?” Ellie asked, already knowing the answer.

“You told me I could keep them. I did shred the pictures, but I have the digital copies on my computer in a secure file.” Jack answered, trying to reassure her.

Ellie bluntly answered, “I am asking you to get rid of those too. I don’t want anymore of this event haunting me. I do not know what aksu escort Bandy is going to want. I have to get that picture and hope he hasn’t told or showed anyone.”

“I am sorry Ellie, is there anything I can do to help?” Jack knew he had accidentally put her in this mess.

“No, you have done enough, I will have to figure it out.” she dreaded the cost.

“I will deliberately not even try to sell that bastard’s house now.” Jack said.

Ellie took little comfort, “Yeah, I guess that will really show him.” she dryly answered.

Ellie called Leon Bandy back, dreading whatever the old man had in mind. He was nearly 70 years old and a widower. She doubted that he could even get an erection. The thought of that made her shiver with disgust. Maybe he would demand money and she could take out a cash advance on her credit cards. Whatever it would be, she knew it would not be pleasant, at least not for her.

Mr. Bandy told Ellie to be at his home at 2pm sharp, and to come by herself. Ellie agreed. She showered and got dressed. Deciding against wearing anything revealing or that could be considered remotely inviting. She picked out her most plain, white bra and panty set. Ellie wore khaki pants and a blue sweater. She drove to Bandy’s house, filled with fear, dread and worry. What if he insisted on ruining her, and her husband, work and neighbors learned what she had done.

Ellie realized that Mr. Bandy had not pieced together that she had slept with Jack Eastland, so there was some relief there.

She pulled into Leon Bandy’s driveway at exactly 2 o’clock sharp. Ellie noticed a third car in the driveway and wondered if he owned it too or was someone else here. She rang the bell and got her answer. There was a second man that she instantly recognized as Carl Watts, a teacher that she had when she was in high school. He was older than Leon Bandy, and she knew he was easily in his 70s. Watts had a reputation as a teacher that always tried to look down his female students tops or stare at them a little too long. Ellie recalled he was a widower as well. She was unaware that Bandy and Watts were even friends though.

“Come in Ellie, we have been anxiously waiting for you.” Bandy said coldly.

“It is good to see you again after all these years Ellie.” Watts added, “You were always one of my favorite students.” his eyes went up and down Ellie’s body.

Ellie entered the house and when the door shut she had never felt so alone. It dawned on her that she could easily physically beat up both of these men, if she wanted to. It also dawned on her that she had brought this on herself, and she would get herself out of it. She knew that regardless of appearances, she could regain control here.

Ellie stepped into the living room and stood silently as both men took a seat on the couch. Ellie decided to take charge and confront the issue head on.

“I want to know what I have to do to leave here with the item that you took from Mr. Eastland.” Ellie defiantly stated.

“Well hold on there, let’s discuss what this is all about first.” Bandy answered her back, “We really don’t care who you were showing off to, we just think you need to be put in your place. You come across as this innocent little teacher and wife, but you are just another slut that likes to use men. It is past time you learned some manners young lady. I’ll give you your dirty little picture back, but for the next little bit, you are going to do what we tell you to. Do I make myself clear?”

Ellie swallowed her pride and faked humility, “I understand. What do you want me to do?”

Without saying a word, Mr. Watts went to the kitchen and brought a chair from under the table. Ellie knew it was for her, and she sat down facing them both. Both the old men’s eyes were wide with the power they felt at the moment over a “helpless” woman. Ellie considered overpowering the men, finding the picture, taking it and leaving. Knowing she could do this, she decided to play along and see what would happen if she stayed.

Mr. Watts spoke up, “I remember that you were a goody-two-shoes in school. You didn’t have a bad reputation and were always on the honor roll.” Watts smiled,

“Then you would come in my class, sitting there all nice and quiet and then do that stretching thing where you push your chest out while you yawn really big. You liked to tease with them antalya escort boobs back then and I want to see you do that now.”

Ellie obediently did as she was told. She pulled her arms behind her and thrust her breasts out toward the men. She looked down and realized how much bigger they looked in this sweater and from her vantage point, she could see the curve of each breast, and the face of one of the men, above each side. She put her arms back down waiting for further instruction.

Mr. Watts stood and waked directly behind her. “Do that again.” he told her. Ellie again stretched, arched her back, and pushed her C cup breasts out. This time Mr. Watts hands reached out and ran down the sides of her chest before coming over the top of each breast and squeezing them. He fondled her over her sweater as Mr. Bandy watched his friend knead and grab the protruding orbs.

“Hey Leon, you should come feel these.” Mr. Watts joyfully said to his friend. “They’re just what I imagined they would feel like. Big and firm.”

Ellie looked down and watched as her former teacher touched her. His hands were old and spotted, and now that he was this close, he smelled like cheap aftershave. She spotted the photograph of her under some magazines on the coffee table. She once again thought of grabbing it and leaving, but decided to continue on.

“No Carl, you keep doing that, but I think you would have a better time if she took off that sweater. What about it Ellie, can you show me and Carl what type bra a naughty teacher like you would wear?” Mr. Bandy seemed to like directing this situation.

“Yeah, you need to show us what is under that sweater Ellie. Show us what you let some of those young guys get to feel.” Watts added.

Ellie paused for a second, then she sat upright and peeled the sweater up over her head, revealing her plain white bra, and the top third of her breasts to the men.

Mr. Bandy chimed in right away, “I am so disappointed. I hoped you would wear something more in line with what a woman like you is known for.”

Mr. Watts objected, “Hold on, let me see how it feels first, before you are to hard on her.”

His hands slid back down from her shoulders, to her cleavage, then over the solid white cups. He lifted Ellie’s breasts from below, then back toward the tops. He paused to run his thumbs under the cups, trying to feel her nipples, but his thumbs were too short to get inside Ellie’s bra far enough.

Mr. Watts went and sat back on the couch with Mr. Bandy, facing Ellie in her khakis and her bra. Bandy pulled Ellie’s picture out and the men studied it.

“What do you think of these?” Bandy asked his friend, pointing at Ellie’s nipples in the pic.

“Well I can’t decide if they are pink or red in that photograph.” Watts answered him.

“Oh I think they are more brown, but as hard as they look here, I am sure that she was excited, so the color might vary.” Bandy answered him back sounding studious.

“I guess there is only one way to know Leon.” Watts said with excitement in his voice.

Ellie knew what was coming next, and this was the point she decided if she quit now, she would lose to Leon Bandy. It was almost like a challenge, to see this through to the end. She smiled to herself at the thought of possibly giving one or both men a heart attack.

“Ellie, take off your bra for us.” Leon Bandy demanded with a shaky voice.

Without saying a word, Ellie reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She pulled down the straps one at a time, and pulled her arms out of them. The bra now rested on her chest by nothing more than gravity and her natural perkiness. Leon and Carl sat quietly with their mouths open, waiting with anticipation.

Ellie started to slowly slide the cups downward. The edge of her areolas began to show, then she stopped. She looked at the two old men that were now powerless to her, they just did not know yet.

She began to slide the bra down again, and her right nipple popped out first, followed quickly by the left nipple. They were both swollen with puffy areolas.

Leon and Carl just sat and stared at Ellie’s naked tits. The upturned nipples rose and fell with her breathing.

Finally Leon spoke, “You were right Carl, they are more reddish.”

Carl Watts could not speak, the old man just sat and stared at the topless Ellie.

Leon Bandy now antalya otele gelen escort stood and walked over to her. “Stand up.” was all he said at first.

Ellie stood and her tits were now close to face level with the old man. Without warning and somewhat unexpectedly, Leon lightly slapped her left tit. It was not hard, but it caused the breast to jiggle and the gentle slap sent a shock through Ellie. Leon then did the same to her right breast. This time, she felt his fingers across her hard nipple. Leon looked her right in the face and reached up and took one of her breasts in each hand. This was so surreal to Ellie that it felt like she was watching it happen, and not part of it. Leon Bandy was playing with her bare breasts, while her former teacher Carl Watts watched. She was topless in front of two old men, that she had known for years. She was willing letting them see and touch her big naked tits. They were now the 3rd and 4th men to see her topless, since she had got married.

Carl Watts still did not move from the couch.

Leon went to his kitchen, and came back with something in his hands.

“Now Ellie, you have been such a bad teacher and have done some very bad things, so I have to discipline you in the only way that will teach you a lesson.”

Leon reached up again and began to pull and pinch Ellie’s nipples. She stood quietly as the old man managed to get them as hard as she had ever seen them before.

“Come here Carl.”

Mr. Watts rose and walked over, still in a daze from the beautiful bare breasts in front on him.

“Lick them, get them good and wet.” Leon demanded his friend to do.

Carl lowered his mouth, and as Ellie watched, her right nipple disappeared inside his mouth. His tongue flicked and did circles around the hard tip of her tit. He then did the same to the left breast, and his drool was lathered over both Ellie’s nipples.

Leon then showed Ellie the two clothes-pins in his hands. He clamped one on each of her tits, at the base of her erect nipples. Ellie winced and bit her lip. This was turning her on way too much, she thought.

“Keep those there.” Leon told her.

He went and brought back an instant camera and that is when Ellie objected.

“Look, I came here to get a picture back, not pose for more of them!” she said.

“I won’t get your face in them. Do this and you can have your picture with your face back. Even if I showed a picture of your boobs to anybody, without your face, they would never know it is even you.” Leon was almost begging now.

Ellie knew she was in control, so she decided to take charge.

“OK, but you have to do what I say. First, give me the picture.” she demanded.

Moving quicker than a man his age should be able to, Leon quickly handed her the picture he had stolen from Jack Eastman. Ellie wadded it up and stuck it in her pocket. Now she really felt in charge, she could leave if she wanted, and neither man could stop her.

She stayed.

Ellie took the camera and stood between the two men. She pushed their heads down on each breast, facing the camera. The clothes-pins still on her nipples, she took a selfie with nothing but her exposed breasts and the old men’s delirious faces. She was careful not include her own face. The old camera flashed and spat out a picture. Ellie took it and examined it closely. There was nothing in it that could be used to identify her at all. Both men were grinning with a goofy smile.

Ellie looked down and her breasts, motioned at the clothes-pins, and said, “I want each of you to take one of these off me now.”

Leon and Carl both reached and gently took the pins off Ellie’s nipples, that were now blood-red. Ellie then took Leon’s face and put a nipple in his mouth. She put his hand on the other breast. Ellie carefully aimed, and took another pic with Leon on her tit.

She gave Carl the same treatment, and he decided to pose with his tongue licking the erect tip of her breast.

Ellie carefully examined the pics again, then gave them to the men. While they stood looking at the instant pics, she took the film out of the camera, in case they tried to take a picture as she left, and sat the camera on the table.

As excited as they were, Ellie figured that at their age they had lost their virility. The two old men went and sat down on the couch again. Each appeared exhausted and Ellie began to worry about the heart attack she thought of before.

“I learned my lesson Mr. Bandy…Mr. Watts. I am sorry and it won’t happen again. I need to go home now before someone misses me.” she cooed.

Mr. Bandy just nodded, Mr. Watts said nothing.

Ellie quietly and quickly left.

She took the clothes-pins with her. She kinda liked those.

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