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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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Author’s note: This is more pornographic than erotic. There are no characters, this is essentially two pages of largely nondescript: bodily fluids (including urine), female genitalia, underpants, and hands for some reason. It’s certainly not everyone’s cup of tea. Undoubtedly it also has no relation to actual female psychology, anatomy or sexuality. Enjoy.

***

Alice is a camwhore, 24 years old, and despite her initial reservations, after three years of this, perfectly happy to let anyone with money look at her naked body. She was barely over five feet tall, with long black hair, and a perfect hourglass figure. Her B cups were small for her job, but perfectly proportional. She had always been somewhat self conscious about how puffy her nipples are, but plenty of people had told them how lovely they were to suck on, and given how nice a warm mouth felt on her tits, she was glad to have them. She kept the sides of her vulva waxed, but sported a neat patch of jet black hair above her pussy. Her cunt’s meat was nice and tucked away most of the time, but would swell to the size of a butterfly, and drip like a faucet, under the right circumstances.

She was doing a special request today, and keenly felt the pressure of the cold steel bathtub on her feet. But it was still nothing compared to the pressure growing in her stomach and guts. Two and a half hours ago, she had drunk 3 liters of water, and it now filled her bladder to what increasingly felt like the point of bursting. She was standing naked except for a pair of white panties that struggled to contain her pussy as much as she now struggled to contain her piss. The only other thing in the room was the pitiless lens of a camera, impartially documenting her body’s struggle, her face, and it’s increasingly ridiculous and undignified contortions left out of frame. No amount of clenching her abs, or doubling over was effective in reducing the unbearable fullness. Her breathing grew heavy and tense, she was gasping now. *Hhhhuuughhg…*

In an instant, her muscles slipped, she felt hot urine gushing out of her cunt, for a few seconds she desperately escort bodrum tried to halt the flow, but there was no hope. She was left with nothing to do but gently tremble with relief that the ordeal was over. Within seconds her panties were soaked through, and a path through the fibers was made by a thick stream of clear pee as another stream pushed through the side and trailed down her leg. She placed one of her slender hands against her thigh, and the other flat against the tile wall. After thirty seconds of release, all of the tension of her condition was gone, replaced with a faint sense of hollowness within. The hot wet fabric of her underwear was now wrapped tightly around her cunt lips. She instinctively reached down to touch herself, and upon contact gave an involuntary moan. But also found her panties in the way of her fingers. For a moment she rubbed her wet mound over the fabric, feeling the delight of her thin hard digits against her soft flesh. She took her other hand from the wall and moved it to the side of her thong’s waistband, briefly regretting the loss of the pleasure, she put her other thumb through the opposite side, and slowly slipped them off. Gingerly pulling each leg out she held them in her hands looking down at them for a few moments, before bending over slightly so that her mouth was visible to the camera and popping them inside. The salty warmth of her piss filled her mouth, the cool air of the room swirled around her now bare vulva, and she now felt herself start to become wet for very different reasons.

She let the thong fall out of her mouth, it hit the ground with a faint splat. Returning upright she now ran both of her hands down the sides of her body before bringing them to bear on her wet little pussy. She started to hump her clit against her strong hand, and began to slowly probe the first few inches of her insides with the other. Within minutes her vagina was outright drooling, as several strands of viscous pussy juice slid out of her and onto the piss soaked floor of the tub. Her thrusting slowed. She stupidly hadn’t brought any bodrum sınırsız escort toys with her, but desperately needed something to fill her up. She looked around for a moment, and hesitantly picked up the conditioner bottle. It was a luxury brand, and came with fairly thin girth, but it was still at least six inches around. She had never taken a cock, much less a random object that big before. Still, she ached to have something inside her. She spit on the top of the bottle, taking her other hand off her pussy to smear her saliva over as much of its surface as she could, before timidly raising one foot to the lip of the bath. Her gash split open slightly.

With both hands she eased the tip of the bottle into her entrance. It slowly slipped in. Centimeters at a time. Each one eliciting a slightly higher pitched and more desperate gasp. Despite the slow pace, she quickly felt her walls swell to wider than they had ever been, the feeling of lukewarm plastic on warm flesh was unsettling, but the pleasure of being so close to splitting open, so completely full, was intoxicating. She reached around and rimmed her asshole with a finger, briefly slipping it into her pussy with the bottle. The feeling was excruciating. But an agonizing second later it was withdrawn, and slick enough to penetrate her tight rosebud. She painfully repeated this feat with two of her other fingers.

Slipping them in, she thrust it in and out as quickly as she could manage, her most delicate hole being roughly violated by her own hand. She had almost now taken the entire bottle inside of her. Suddenly her foot slipped off the edge, her holes involuntarily clenched, and she wasn’t at all spared from the massive girth. The pressure in her guts was even more overwhelming, and the bottle quickly slipped out. She tried once again to recover in the last few moments, once again too late and the massive opening between her legs, quickly retracted to a narrow slit, and she felt the true extent and fullness of the three fingers in her ass. Every part of her body tensed as her orgasm bodrum otele gelen escort swallowed her. The air was sucked from her lungs. Every drop of piss and nectar poured out, and she crashed full speed into a wall of pleasure.

Nearly losing her balance, she tottered around, barely remaining upright as waves of ecstasy washed over her. She regained enough control to shove a few of her fingers, back into her twat, and she furiously fucked herself as her other hand now gripped at her breast. She rubbed as fast as she could until her climax finally dissipated. She slowly retracted her hand from her vagina, gently tracing up her crotch, spending a moment to caress her belly before bringing it up to her other breast. She cupped her boobs, feeling her heart still racing beneath the supple flesh. After a few minutes of this, her ragged breathing returned to normal. She let go, and bent down to give the camera a smile, before reaching over to switch it off. She pulled the shower curtain closed, and still trembling opened the taps. The hot water rushing over her body felt incredibly comforting, and she lathered every part of herself allowing the water to wash all of her mess away.

Now cleansed, she stood under the head of the shower and turned her face up into it, after such an intense session, this, the nearly scalding water, was nothing. Her body was too exhausted for her brain to work. Numbness, a perfect absence of mind, a beautiful feeling at the end of sex, but this time, imperfect without the warm body of another to cling to. She stepped out of the shower and wrapped her body in a towel. She felt a dull ache between her legs, and briefly considered how much more severe it would be tomorrow, but her thoughts, her full personality, for the moment were campfire ashes. This is what it is to be fully used up. She took a few staggering steps before flopping down on the bed. She looked up at the dying evening sunlight streaming silently through the blinds, but within minutes had drifted off. The next morning she had pancakes, with syrup and butter and stuff. It was quite nice. After that she joined a polyamorus compound, took 18 lovers each one prettier and more interesting than the last, mothered 6 intelligent and successful children, and lived happily up to the age of 97 when she peacefully died in her sleep the day after her birthday celebration, in which everyone who had wanted to see her was able to do so one last time.

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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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I used to work for a company called Speedfam. They built Capital Equipment, it was one of the best jobs I’ve ever had. Back when the electronics industry slowed down, we ran out of work. The company didn’t want to lay us off because replacing us was tough. You literally learned to be a specialist in this field.

So with no work we literally had a lot of time on our hands. To fill the time we started playing dominoes. Now I’ll admit when we first started we weren’t all that good. But we had lots of time to practice. By the time we’d been playing for a couple of months we’d gotten pretty good.

One morning we’d gone to the Papillion’s Too in Mesa. We drank there a lot of mornings but never really paid attention to what else went on there. A domino game was going on in the back. We kind of laughed about this and when they asked we admitted that we played. There were four of them playing three men and a woman. They finished their game and asked us to play. We said sure they split up. The catch was that we each had to pony up twenty bucks. All four of us agreed and took them two straight games bodrum bayan eskort before they quit playing. All in all it was fun.

We had even started playing on line. Yahoo has a dominoes section and 15 of us would spread out over the company and play all night. We had some fairly good competition and it was a great way to get paid.

One night our boss Eddie lets out a screech. We all came running over to find out what was going on. He looks around at all of us and it’s easy to tell he’s just stunned.

“Guy’s I’m having cyber sex.” Eddie exclaimed.

We kind of looked at each other and there was a mad scramble to get behind Eddie so we can read his computer. Sure enough someone named DominoGal was going to town.

‘Oh take me Eddie, I can feel you stroking me, your hands running over my tight body and your mouth at my breasts. Oh big dog just stroke me, stroke me, stroke me.’

Eddie just sat there stupefied; he had no idea what to do.

“Ask her if she’s naked” I supplied.

And Eddie dutifully typed it in.

‘Oh yes big dog yalıkavak escort I’m sitting here naked imagining your hands caressing my tender body, feeling my tender flesh. Oh you’re such a man.’

“Ok I’m done I’m exiting this game.” Eddie said.

All of us were kind of enjoying this, so Dan grabs the keyboard and the rest of us rolled Eddie and his chair out of the way. Dan sat down and began some serious typing.

‘Hey girl lick your fingers I want you to taste yourself, then play with those beautiful tits.’

Now this really got her going.

‘Oh big dog I knew you could do it I’m licking my fingers and oh I love the taste. Now I’m caressing my tit’s. Oh I can just imagine it’s you feeling me up and squeezing my nipples. Oh I’m so hot.’

‘Just think of me with my fingers deep inside you stroking back and forth my tongue invading your mouth.’

The speed of her typing seemed to slow but she kept going.

‘Oh big dog, I can feel you inside me your fingers twisting me about exciting me. Your tongue in my mouth tasting mumcular escort me and forcing me to silence.’

I looked around and all of us had our eyes glued to the screen. Adrian shoved Dan out of the way and took over the keyboard.

‘Tell me what you look like, I want to know what I’m looking at.’

She was into this. ‘I’m five foot seven inches, I have a 36-24-38 body with C-cup breasts. I’m Latino and I have long dark curly hair and fiery brown eyes.’

‘Play with those nipples girl I want them rock hard I want them to hurt they are so hard I want them to want me.’ Adrian typed.

There was a long pause but then she came back. Okay I’ve twisted my nipples and “m now rubbing them. Oh please I don’t think I can take much more.’

Adam shoved Adrian out of the way and typed in. ‘Oh I’m stroking, stroking, OH YES, cum with me girl.’

‘YES’ she typed in and then gave us a good description. ‘Oh baby I came so hard I was sitting on a towel and now it’s all soaked.’

‘Well it should be, after all you’ve just pleased us all.’ Adam typed.

‘All of you?’ Came the response.

‘All of us babe. Eddie is at work and we tossed him of the computer 10 minutes ago. You’ve been cybering with 15 of us all at once.’

We all read the response and just laughed.

‘You bastards!’

I have to admit I don’t feel guilty at all. After all we were just playing Dominoes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

To Be Continued…

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

As always, thanks for reading…

*****

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

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

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

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

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

“See you around dinner time,” replied Kristen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Pose how”

“On some rocky outcrop overlooking ocean near here.”

“Wearing?”

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

“Less?”

“He’d prefer Naked”

“I bet. How about you?”

“Not sure, but maybe…is it okay?”

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

“xoxooxo” she replied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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