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Hi, my name is Emily and this is what I did when I went on holiday on my own.

I’m 22 years old, slim 32A 23 30, with shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, 5 feet nothing tall. I’ve been told that I have a cute little bubbly butt. I’m an engineer who shares an apartment with 2 others, both men.

I was engaged to a really nice guy (not 1 of my room mates). The problem was that he started to get all possessive and prudish when I started buying clothes for the holiday. I was determined that I was going to get a great suntan but he wanted me to wear bikinis that would have been fashionable in the 1950s. Not only that he refused to let me buy sundresses that were shorter than just above my knees; and when I said that I wasn’t going to take any bras with me I thought that his rage would blow the top of his head off.

Up until that bust-up John had been quite happy for me to wear short skirts and dresses and he loved looking down my tops and seeing my small titties. He’d also loved it when he took me out wearing a mini-dress, with nothing underneath, but for some weird reason the thought of me doing the same and wearing really skimpy bikinis on Ibiza where hundreds of thousands of girls would be wearing similar outfits just made him flip.

The end result was that I gave him his ring back and told him that the engagement was off, that I could never marry a man who was so prudish and controlling. Up until that night I’d really loved him and I could never imaging falling out of love so quick, but I did. To say that I was annoyed with him would be a gross understatement.

It was me who had booked the holiday so I had all the paperwork and I sure as hell wasn’t going to let him come with me.

It was 3 weeks before the holiday and I spent a fair bit of of those 3 weeks shopping for the skimpiest clothes that I could find. I planned to take lots of selfies with me wearing next to nothing, or even nothing, in public places and send them to him to show him what he had let slip through his hands.

As the day of departure got close I got more and more excited about the amount of flesh that I was going to show and the number of guys that I was going to have sex with. I also got more and more determined that I was going to have a really good and sexy time. I even took a little note book with me to write the names of my conquests.

DAY 1

******

My outfit to the airport consisted of a skater skirt that was so short that it just covers my butt and pussy when I’m stood straight, a see-through, sleeveless blouse that left a lot of my belly bare and tie fastened, and 6 inch heels. I carried a scarf that I could put round my neck and let it hang over my titties if I thought that it would be advisable to have my nipples covered.

The only underwear that I took with me were some thong knickers that I would wear as bikini bottoms. Half of the thongs have no material in them, just the strings so my bald, little girl’s pussy would be on display all the time. The other half of my thongs were see-through.

When I said my ‘little girl’s pussy’, I mean that that’s what it looks like because I have no inner labia and when my legs are not spread wide, all you can see is a slit. If I’m aroused my clit pokes out between my outer labia. All the boys that have seen it have told me that I look like a little girl, especially as I shave the whole area every morning. The other thing about my pussy is that when I do spread my legs wide my hole gapes open. John told my that a gynaecologist would need a speculum, although he had used one when I went for a check-up to get put on the pill.

Things got off to a great start when I got to the underground station to circumnavigate London to get to Gatwick airport. It was rush hour and I struggled a bit with my case. Going down the escalators wasn’t much fun but standing on the trains had their moments. I hadn’t really thought about having to travel on the underground, all my thoughts had been about the fun that I was going to have in Ibiza, but that all changed when the first hand slid up my bare thigh to my bare butt. The dense crowd on the train meant that men could grope me without me being able to see who the hands belonged to, I guess that they took my ultra short skirt as an invite and I wasn’t complaining, I just hadn’t expected the fun to start so soon.

Two separate hands found my pussy and both invaded my body. Unfortunately, neither of them managed to make me cum.

I had to change trains and go up an escalator to get to my next platform and the middle-aged man who followed me up must have thought that he’d died and gone to heaven.

I had a bit more fun on the escalators at Victoria station where I had to catch the Gatwick Express. On one escalator I looked back and down and saw a man looking up at me so I bent forward, pretending to check the luggage ticket on my case.

I managed to get a seat for the last leg of my journey but my skirt fell between my legs and I couldn’t be bothered to try to flash my pussy to any of the other travellers.

At izmit escort the check-in I wore the scarf so as not to risk offending the middle-aged women who worked there. The scarf came off as I went through security and I caught one of the guards staring at my chest. I’d read about a woman getting thrown off a plane because of her see-through top so the scarf went back on as I boarded the plane.

Getting into my seat was ‘interesting’, I had a window seat and the other 2 of the set of 3 were occupied by 2 young men about my age. I had to climb over them and each of them had my tits right in front of their faces. If they’d looked lower, they would probably have seen my pussy as well, but something was distracting them.

As I fastened my seat belt I made sure that my skirt wasn’t covering much of my bare legs and I knew that my bald pubes were on display.

Both guys wanted to talk to me and I discovered that they too were going to San Antonio, but a different hotel. They talked constantly, probably using that as an excuse to look at my chest because their eyes sure as hell weren’t looking at my face.

In amongst their talking they asked me why I was on my own, so I told them a brief summary, I figured that I would never see them again so why not admit that I wanted to flash my goodies to everyone and fuck as many boys as I could? After I’d told them that they asked me what the name of my hotel was again. I smiled and told them.

Their staring as we talked made my dark brown nipples as hard as rocks and after a while they started throbbing. I think that the vibrations from the plane were causing my nipples to rub against my top a little and that was stimulating them as well.

My top certainly wasn’t rubbing my pussy so that wasn’t the reason why it was getting wet.

Once the seat belt lights went off I unfastened the belt and turned sideways a little so that I could talk to the guys without having to turn my head so much. That and the fact that it would give them a better view of my chest. As I’d decided to sit with one leg under me, they had a great view up my skirt, not that they could see much, but enough for one of them to ask me if I often didn’t wear knickers.

I lied and told them that I never wore knickers but that I’d brought a couple of thongs with me to wear when I couldn’t sunbathe in the nude. Having said that I lied, I was seriously thinking of stopping wearing knickers after the holiday. By then I would be extremely comfortable going without.

Just over half way through the 2.5 hour flight I decided to tease them some more and said that I needed to go to the toilet. They both offered to get up but I told them that I’d managed to climb over them before and that I could do it again.

I did it facing them again, and as I straddled each of their legs I ‘accidentally’ pulled my skirt up so that my pussy was exposed to them. This time they didn’t miss seeing me.

On the way back to my seat I had to climb over them again, but this time I did it with my back to them and as I straddled each of them I sat on their laps and ground my pussy onto the covered hard-ons for a couple of seconds. When I was back in my seat I looked at their trousers and saw the stains from my pussy juices. I smiled to myself.

Getting off the plane was ‘interesting’ as well. I put my scarf round my neck and covered my tits until I was going down the steps, then a gust of wind from another aircraft’s engines caught my skirt and inverted it. My natural instincts made my hand go to pull it down but I only had one hand free and as I was straightening my skirt my scarf blew up and away. Even if I’d wanted to cover my tits again I had nothing to cover them with.

As I stepped off the steps the wind blew again, but this time I resisted my natural instincts and just kept walking to the waiting bus with my skirt up around my waist. A few people on the bus were looking and when I got on, 2 men had big grins on their faces. I smiled at them as gravity took over from the wind.

The guard checking passports either didn’t realise that my top was see-through or just didn’t care. But that couldn’t be said about the young men waiting for their luggage at the carousel and I git hit upon quite a few times, although not many of them saw my face.

The coach driver never even looked at me as he loaded my case and a group of 3 girls came and sat near me. None of them commented on my top as they talked about the clubs that they were going to go to. I hadn’t got as far as thinking about clubs, possibly because it’s always been dark in the clubs that I’ve been to and I was there to be seen.

It was late afternoon when I checked into the hotel and was given a room on the second floor overlooking the pool and then the harbour. I stripped naked then went out onto the balcony to see what I could see. As I looked down and around a couple of young men by the pool shouted up to me and waved, so I waved back, wondering how much detail they could see.

I kocaeli ucuz escort got out my phone and took another selfie of the whole on my naked body with the harbour in the background, then I sent it to John with the text,

‘amazing scenery.’

It may have been late afternoon but it was still quite hot and the sun had a while before it would go down so I decided to catch the last of the sun. When I’d checked into the hotel I’d seen a woman walking through reception carrying a towel and wearing only a bikini bottoms so I tipped my case out onto the bed and grabbed a thong, one with fine mesh material and quickly slipped it on. I put my sunglasses on, grabbed a towel, a bottle of sun-block and my room key, and headed for the stairs.

It felt so nice walking along that corridor and down the stairs wearing only the thong and I wondered how much nicer, daring, sexier, arousing it would be to be totally naked. I swore to myself that I was going to find out before too long.

I followed the signs to the pool and quickly found a lounger where I spread my towel and started rubbing sun-block on my arms. Before I’d even finished my arms 2 young men came over and offered to help me. I looked them up and down and decided that things could have been a lot worse then took them up on their offer.

“Lay on your stomach and we’ll do your back first.” One of them said.

I did, and it was more like having a massage as their hands went all over me. The hands went down my body and to my butt where they massaged me for a lot longer than was necessary.

Then they started on my feet and moved up my legs. As hands went up my thighs I automatically spread my legs and tried to feel if the thong was square on my pussy or if it had moved to one side revealing one of my labia. Unfortunately it felt like I was covered but that didn’t stop at least one of the hands touching my thin mesh covered pussy. I wondered how much the hands owner(s) could see.

“If you turn over we can do your front for you, what’s your name?”

“Emily, or just Em, and you are?” I said as I got to my feet to lay on my back.

“I’m Liam and the ugly one is Ben, nice to meet you Emily.”

When I was on my feet and with my back to them, I adjusted my thong and pulled it up at the front, I felt the material disappear between my lips. When I lay down I had a quick look and the thong had disappeared right up to the front of my slit. I smiled and said,

“Thank you guys, and please don’t miss anywhere.”

I hoped that they would take that as being the intended invitation to lotion my tits and pussy.

They did, with one of then knelt either side of me they rubbed the lotion into my tits, pulling, rolling and generally playing with my nipples. I could feel my thong string getting wetter and wetter.

When they moved down my body and started on my bald pussy I was in heaven. There were other people not that far away so I did my best to stifle my moans of pleasure as fingers from 2 hands pushed my thong to one side and finger fucked me and rubbed my clit.

It didn’t take long for them to be rewarded with my orgasm.

As I got my senses back I looked around and saw that we were being ignored. Either people hadn’t noticed what was going on, or they didn’t care. I was glad that it was an adults only hotel.

I straightened my thong then thanked the guys for their help. They, unsurprisingly, offered to help me out anytime that I wanted. I told them that I may well take them up on their offer.

The sun may not have been at its strongest at that time of the day but it was really nice lying there letting it start my all over tan. I didn’t know if it would be tanning my pussy through the mesh of the thong but it sure did feel nice. I couldn’t wait to find a beach where I could lay totally naked with my legs spread wide.

When the sun disappeared I returned to my room, walking through reception where no one batted an eyelid at me just wearing a thong. I decided that when I next went to the pool I would wear a ‘strings only’ thong.

Back in my room I put my belongings into the drawers and wardrobe then decided that what I was going to wear to go to get something to eat (I’d booked only bed and breakfast at the hotel) and then find a pub to tease a few guys and get them to buy me a few drinks.

I chose a skirt that I thought was really daring when I tried it on in the shop, it’s longer at the back than the front, the front being so short that I could see my slit in the mirror in front of me in the fitting room. One reason why I bought it was that I knew that it would piss-off John if we’d gone out with me wearing it. I also wanted to have my slit on display all the time as well.

To go with it I chose a crochet top that has holes in it, so big that huge areas of my skin was visible; and that included my nipples sticking through 2 of the holes.

I went and had a shower then brushed my hair, I’d already decided that make-up was something darıca escort that I wouldn’t be using on my holiday. If people didn’t like the natural me then it was tough.

I went out onto my balcony to brush my hair and I met my neighbours on one side; 2 young women who were getting ready to go and hit the town. We got talking and none of us cared that they were just wearing thongs and me nothing.

They told me that they’d only been there a couple of days but they’d already found a few good bars and got laid.

When I told them that I was there on my own they asked me if I wanted to join them getting something to eat then going on a pub crawl.

I told them that that sounded great and we all finished getting ready.

“Come on round when you’re ready Emily, the door’s not locked.” Dani told me as I went back into my room to get dressed.

Once dressed, I got my little clutch bag and put 2 condoms from the box of 50 that I’d brought and checked that I had enough money and my room key in the bag.

“I like the skirt,” Dani said as I walked into their room, “you’ll have to tell me where you got it.”

“Nice top too,” Wren added.

“Both of you look great as well, your skirts barely cover your pussies. I bet that you’ll be flashing your goodies half the night as well.”

Both girls giggled.

We continued talking as both Dani and Wren took their thongs off then put a skirt and top on. Neither wore any underwear to go out.

“I bet that you get a lot of attention wearing that skirt.” Wren said as we went down the stairs to reception then out to the street.

It was still quite hot and there were lots of people walking around. The warm, gentle breeze tickled my pussy and nipples as we walked. I felt good.

No one took any notice of my exposed pussy and nipples, probably because it was dark and there were hundreds of scantily clad girls walking around.

We stopped at a cafe and, after looking at the menu, sat at a table outside then had a great meal. We talked all the time with me trying to find out where the good beaches were and how I could get to them. Unfortunately, Dani and Wren had only been to 1 beach, Cala Conta and they’d got there on a little boat from the harbour. Dani seemed to remember hearing someone say that there was a nudist part but they hadn’t seen it.

I decided that in the morning I’d go and ask about nudist beaches at reception.

After the cafe we headed for where Dani and Wren told me all the good bars were, and they were right. Great bars, great music, dancing in some of them and lots of men. It wasn’t long before we’d started dancing and been bought a drink by some guys who tried to hit on us.

It was way too early to decide if we wanted to go back to some blokes room for a fucking session so after a while we dumped the guys and moved to another bar.

My slit showing skirt attracted a couple of comments and when 1 young man said that I had a nice pussy, Dani lifted the front of her skirt and asked if he liked hers.

All 3 of us burst out laughing as the young man collided with someone sitting at a table in front of him because he was looking at us and not where he was going.

We had / did much the same in 3 more bars before Dani said,

“Time to decide who we want to fuck girls.”

I felt my pussy get wet as I looked around to see it there was anyone that I fancied.

We compared notes and selected 3 guys who were trying to hit on some other girls. We went and stood next to them and when 1 of the other girls told them to piss off, they turned and saw us.

They were looking for a fuck and so were we so it didn’t take long before we were leaving the bar and heading to their hotel.

All 3 of them looked quite similar and all 3 had drunk about the same amount so I had no preference as to which one I wanted to fuck. As we walked one of them put his arm round my shoulder and found one of my nipples.

“Wow, that’s hard.” He said as he rolled it between 2 fingers.

I put my hand on his crotch and replied,

“Wow, that’s hard.”

Dani, Wren and me had all got naked just as soon as we entered the room and all 6 of us were fucking within minutes. My box of 50 condoms got the seal broken and 3 of them got used.

DAY 02

******

I was woken by the noise of a door banging and saw that dawn was approaching, I got up and woke Dani and Wren and we grabbed our things and crept out of the room. We got dressed in silence in the corridor then walked back to our hotel, comparing notes as we walked.

Back in my room I had a shower then went and sat on the balcony to feel the warm, fresh air and watch the early birds have their swim in the pool before going down for breakfast. I decided to start as I intended to go on, and put on just one of my beach cover-up dresses. I’d bought 5 of them, all different except for one thing, they are all see-through.

Then I went downstairs to the restaurant and was disappointed to find that there weren’t many people there. Then I remembered the time.

“Must come for breakfast later.” I thought as I went to the buffet to help myself.

There was man who nearly spilt the milk that he was trying to put on his cornflakes when he saw me and did a double take to see if my dress really was see-through and that I had nothing on under it.

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Crouched in the bushes, Dave carefully scanned the area. He could see no sign of life, other than himself and the occasional passing squirrel. It seemed safe, and there was no reason why it shouldn’t have been – he’d been here many times before. He glanced at his wristwatch, not long to go now. His mind wandered back to the first time he’d discovered this place.

It had been pure chance, just luck that he happened on the site, the one occasion when a lost golf ball turned out to be fortuitous. He’d known, from the moment he’d hit it, that the ball was veering wildly in its flight – and in the gathering gloom that day he’d only a vague idea of where it landed. Golf balls cost money, so he’d gone to look for it – delving ever further into the undergrowth. A light had caught his attention and he peered through the undergrowth to investigate. What he saw rooted him to the spot, almost unable to breathe.

Before his eyes, a young couple had lain beside a swimming pool in a passionate embrace – bathed in the glow of a pool of light from within the house. He had started to withdraw, and stepped on a twig that cracked loudly in the silence. The girls head lifted, listening, disturbed by the noise. Her companion had spoken, “Don’t worry, its probably just an animal. There’s no one around at this time of night, you can’t play golf in the dark!” The girl had relaxed, and the couple had continued their canoodling.

Dave hadn’t dared to move in case he stepped on another twig, he didn’t want to be accused of being a peeping tom! Hardly daring to breathe, his eyes had refused to leave the couple as they removed the swimming costumes they’d been wearing. Embarrassedly Dave had realised that he was reacting to what he was seeing, and there had been was a bulge in the front of his trousers! It had been two years since Sally had died, two long years with no sexual relief at all during that time. He’d always hoped and dreamed of finding love again, but was realistic enough to realise that he had no real chance of fulfilling those aspirations. He wasn’t the type that women wanted and that was that.

So there he had been, watching someone else perform the act he missed so much – and worse still he had reacted to it. He couldn’t escape in case he made a sound, all he could do was watch. His hand had moved to his crotch, easing his discomfort, moving his erection to a more comfortable position. He’d left his hand there, holding himself, feeling a throbbing pulse – eyes glued to the scene enacted before him.

Eventually the couple had finished their lovemaking and gone inside the house, allowing Dave the chance to get away. He’d almost run all the way back to the car-park, threw his golf clubs into the car and raced home. Almost the first thing he did was take a cold shower, before settling into his usual nightly routine of drinks in front of a flickering television screen. He couldn’t concentrate on the programmes that night, he couldn’t get the scene he’s witnessed out of his head.

Later that night, for the first time since being a teenager, Dave had masturbated. The relief, and release of emotion, had been almost more than he could bear. Guiltily he’d cleaned up the mess he’d made, he had felt disgusted with himself. The next night though, as he’d been preparing for bed, he’d found himself with another erection. Somehow, as hard as he’d tried, he couldn’t achieve orgasm on that occasion – he just kept going limp.

For the rest of that week his work had suffered, kocaeli escort he hadn’t been able to concentrate on anything for long enough to complete it properly. He had also suffered unwanted erections at the merest passing memory of that Sunday evening on the golf course, but they hadn’t lasted long enough for him to gain any relief. Somehow he managed to get through to Friday, though even now he couldn’t remember any details of the rest of that week.

Saturday had dawned, and he’d followed his usual routine of shopping and household chores. Saturday evening had found him somewhat disturbed, he always played golf on Sunday afternoon, he hadn’t been able to decide if he could face returning to the course again. Being a creature of habit had decided his fate, he had always played golf on Sunday, and his routine didn’t allow for change.

That day he had played his round with the knowledge in his head that he would return to that same spot in the undergrowth, in fact his excitement had caused what was his worst ever round of golf. He had also not worn his usual brightly coloured outfit, but had chosen instead drab colours – an intentional effort at camouflage. He’d played his round very slowly that day, carefully timing his play to time his arrival at the thirteenth tee with the onset of dusk. At last he had stood on the tee at the thirteenth, aiming his shot wildly left and exhaling with relief when his ball had disappeared into the undergrowth.

He hadn’t made any effort at locating his ball, instead he had gone directly to stand in the same spot as he’d occupied the previous week. The couple had been there, but they hadn’t indulged in any loveplay that evening. However, as soon as he’d caught sight of the girl he had experienced an erection. Almost without realising that he was doing it, he had unzipped his trousers and masturbated – his ejaculation spurting onto the leaves of a nearby bush.

The die had been cast, and he’d been a regular Sunday evening visitor to that same spot for well over a year. Twice more he’d seen the couple make love, but mostly he just masturbated while watching the girl – either in the garden or through the patio door. Somehow the uncertainty of what he would witness enhanced his anticipation.

Today he waited expectantly for what would unfold before his eyes, barely daring to hope that the couple would actually make love. Craning his neck he scanned the garden, a glass lay beside a sun-lounger – evidence that at least one of the pair was around. The man, who Dave – for no particular reason – thought of as Martin came out through the patio doors and walked across to the sun-lounger. He, Martin, perched on the edge and leaned forward. Were they kissing?

Martin and Amanda (as Dave had named her) both stood and walked to the pool, kissed briefly, and dived into the water. Dave heard laughter and splashing. Amanda’s head appeared at the edge of the pool, as she deposited something on the side. ‘Her top’, exulted Dave in his mind, ‘she’s taken her top off!’ Dave felt his erection grow and harden, he unzipped and took his penis out – seeing the head bulbous and purple. More splashing and laughter followed, then a prolonged period of silence. ‘Oh no’, Dave thought to himself, ‘they’re doing it in the water.’

Disappointment etched into his brain, he’d been so certain that this evening would be one of those ‘special’ times. His erection waned – so near and yet so far. As he kocaeli rus escort tucked his penis back inside his trousers, his ears detected a noise. Concentrating he listened harder, and heard a scuffling noise. He crouched, had Martin and Amanda heard something – had they come to investigate? A bush to his left moved, it couldn’t be wind – not in here! Dave froze, completely still – hardly daring to breathe. A dark shadow moved briefly across his line of vision and stopped on the other side of the bush. Dave’s heart was thumping in his chest. All went quiet once again, and Dave became aware of the sounds from the pool once more. It wasn’t Martin or Amanda! Very carefully and slowly, Dave moved a branch to peer through to the other side of the bush. A figure stood there watching the house. Dave looked back at the pool, Martin and Amanda had emerged from the water and were kissing. Dave cursed. Dragging his eyes away he peered back through the bush. As his eyes accustomed themselves to the gloom, after the light of the pool area he could see the figure better. Whoever it was, was standing, and he could see legs beneath a skirt! More than that, he could see that the skirt was now being pulled up to bunch around a waist and a hand was being slipped between the legs that were now uncovered.

Dave glanced away, back to the pool. Amanda’s bikini bottom was now hanging around her knees and Martin was kneeling in front of her. Dave thought quickly, he was obviously in no danger of being discovered, it was just someone else indulging in the same vicarious pleasure as himself. Deciding, he let go of the branch and stood up. He took his penis from his trousers, freezing momentarily as he heard a slight rustle.

His attention was on the poolside action, Martin stood now while Amanda knelt. Slowly Dave started to masturbate. Amanda stood and walked over to the sun-lounger. Leaning forward she placed her hands on its back and wiggled her behind at Martin. Martin joined her and Dave could tell that she was being entered from behind. Dave’s hand movement speeded up a fraction, he couldn’t see too much – but he was aware of Amanda’s breasts swinging gently to and fro in rhythm with Martin’s movements. This WAS a special night.

Dave heard another sound from the bush, but couldn’t take his eyes off the action or stop what he was doing. More rustling, and the bush was moving! Dave stopped his masturbation, paused and tense. The figure from the other side of the bush appeared before him, looking down at the penis in his hand. The figure pulled its skirt up again, then pulled open its knickers, took hold of Dave’s hand and placed it inside. Dave was dumbstruck, and it was a moment before he gathered his senses. His penis was being gently manipulated by the stranger. Calming down, Dave investigated the interior of the knickers – his fingers found a bush of hair and a moist cunt. He needed no further thought, he slipped a finger inside and heard a whispered gasp from before him.

The newcomer moved, pulling Dave’s hand away. She stood beside him, then took his hand and placed it in her knickers once again and took hold of his cock once more. Dave puzzled, then realised that ‘she’ could now see Martin and Amanda screwing. Dave’s finger busied itself, and he could hear ‘her’ breathing quickening. Once again ‘she’ moved. Now she moved in front of him with her back to him, slowly inching backwards. Dave felt his cock touch izmit ucuz escort bare flesh, then ‘she’ wriggled and something dropped to the ground. A hand moved round to hold Dave’s cock, then another hand gripped one of his and pulled it to where is had been before. The hand holding his cock let go, then that hand grasped his other arm and pulled it round so that his hand came into contact with a naked breast. The hand then returned to his cock.

Dave couldn’t believe it, he had his finger in a pussy, a handful of pliable breast and he was being gently wanked. He leaned forward and kissed a shoulder softly, her head came back to nuzzle against his. A sound from the pool grabbed both their attention, Amanda squealed in delight and Martin sagged against her. They kissed and walked towards the house. Dave felt the body in front of him lean away, causing him to lose contact with both breast and pussy, then his cock was pulled forward. He felt the tip brush against flesh, then he felt himself surrounded by warmth and wetness. He half stumbled as he realised what was happening. Bracing his legs he placed his hands on the hips before him and started to drive his cock in and out of the pussy it now occupied.

Slowly at first, he fucked ‘her’. Then the backwards thrust of her ass grew more insistent, so he speeded up – thrusting violently, driving deeper. It couldn’t go on too long, not like that – and with one final thrust Dave exploded his come into the eager pussy enveloping him. His body sagged, spent. Dave felt a pang of guilt, he hadn’t had any evidence that she’ had reached her climax. He felt his cock soften and slip out of its abandoned hole. ‘She’ took his hand and pulled him to the ground, stretching him out to his full length. Her mouth enveloped his limp cock as her legs moved to straddle his head. Knees scraped on the ground beside him as he felt her body move lower, until her pussy came into contact with his face.

Dave moved his head, searching for the opening he’d momentarily vacated. He found it and applied his tongue, tasting his own come as it dribbled out of her. His mouth enclosed the whole of her pussy, as if in a lingering french kiss – his lips glued to her pussy lips, while his tongue probed and flicked. Her ministrations had caused his cock to become fully erect again, and he felt his foreskin being gently moved back by her teeth, her hands gently manipulating his balls. Searching with his tongue he found her clitoris and gently nibbled it with his teeth, she bucked above him and pulled away. She turned round to face him, holding his cock in her hand – her legs moved to straddle his cock , and she gently lowered herself on its length.

Sliding up and down, she bucked and reared before his eyes – an erotic silhouette. Dave wished she was taller, so that she could lean forward and feed one of her full breasts into his mouth. Feeling bolder, Dave reached out his hands and grasped a breast in each. She moaned with pleasure, becoming more and more excited, her movements quickening, becoming frantic. Dave rolled a nipple between the finger and thumbs of each hand, applying gentle pressure to pinch the erect tips. With a loud groan, she collapsed along his length. Dave could feel her body quivering against his own. Her face appeared before his, her eyes looking into his eyes – they were smiling. Dave felt his cock, now limp again, slide from her cunt to rest wetly against his own thigh.

Tenderly she kissed his lips, then moving her head to rest alongside his, she whispered a single sound into his ear – “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.” Dave replied, gently stroking the subtle curves of her behind.

Without warning the bushes parted, startling them both. Dave looked up in alarm, only to find Amanda and Martin looking down at them.

To Be Continued…

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There’s no mystery to a Cockshow; it’s no wild opera of grand passions, no politicized play of cries for freedom. Some audience members might consider it vaudeville, but it is really more akin to the dancing bear shows of old. This is not just because of its base animal nature, but also because were such a spectacle to be released it would no doubt cause a row, a ruckus, and more than a few good people would probably get fucked. Better to keep the bear on the leash.

Johnny Boy was a Cockshow Host. His was the throbbing cock displayed on the screen on laptops hundreds of miles away; his were the furious motions of jerking that blurred across the eyes of users with screen-names from Cathy45 to PeachyLipsFuckDoll. It was always generally the same invitation- the nonchalant “care for a cockshow?”- that potentially made our Johnny Boy the star of an open-legged evening. It’s not clear when the first Cockshow occurred. SweetVicky may have been the first to convince Johnny Boy to perform or she may have simply been the most appreciative. In any case, Johnny Boy began to crave her escort izmit commentary on his cock, her sexual suggestions about his size, her delighted reactions to his dick, and the Cockshow host was born.

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He was thrilled by the erotic pleasure inherent in entertainment; the idea of giving your audience what they want. At once our Host was showman, slave, and superstar, and he fulfilled his role with an eagerness that would have penetrated even the worst acted script in Hollywood. The giggle, command, or moan of his guest would stimulate in him a passion similar to a captured animal released into the wild.

So if ever you find yourself down the sidestreets of the Internet, where digitized fleshy fun awaits you, peruse the marketplace. In between the onsale dildos, the gyrating plump asses, and flashing displays of fuckery, someone might tap you on the shoulder. As you turn around, your hand already halfway down your panties, your tongue already halfway out of your mouth, your acquaintance will ask you: “Care for a cockshow?”

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The red light on the camera started to glow and a delicious shiver ran through her body. Reporter Lisa Marvell looked straight ahead and began her introduction. Because the opening shot framed her shoulders and head, she knew that at first the audience would not notice anything different about the way she was dressed. She appeared to be wearing a light blue V-neck top trimmed in white. The fabric was definitely form-fitting, but other than that, nothing seemed unusual.

“As most of you know,” she began, “this week Phil, one of our loyal viewers, has dared me to have my body painted. Tonight in my special report, I’ll show you exactly how that was done and let you see me modeling the artwork. I couldn’t believe the fantastic effects the artists were able to achieve, so I wanted to make sure that all of you have a chance to see the results.” And with that, she blushed slightly as the camera slowly began moving backward to reveal more of her body.

*****

The week had started, as it usually did, with a Monday conference in which Lisa’s co-anchor Natalie Johnson, news producer Bill Reinhart, and the writers met to discuss the dare that Natalie had selected for that week. This had become a regular feature of the Friday Night Special 11:00 news report, proving to be a worthy successor to Lisa’s original series on women who “dare to bare.” Those segments had established Channel 4 as the leading station in that part of the state and had made the broadcaster the best known television personality in the viewing area. The new pieces, featuring Lisa performing a dare that had been submitted by a viewer, had served to drive the ratings even higher. And both series had the same common goal – they provided the opportunity for the beautiful blonde reporter to display as much of her 34-25-34 body as possible.

The dare selected for the week seemed like an obvious one; in fact Lisa was surprised that she hadn’t thought of it herself when she was doing the “dare to bare” reports. A viewer had suggested that she serve as a body painting model, stripping down to allow an artist to apply various paints that created the illusion that she was wearing clothing. Both Natalie and Lisa agreed that it would be interesting to see what went on behind the scenes as well, and the final results could be shot and edited in a way that stayed within the guidelines of Standards and Practices while still making for exciting viewing.

Most of the Monday conference was devoted to determining the type of “clothing” that would be painted on Lisa’s naked body as well as reviewing samples of the work of various groups of artists in order to select the team they wanted to use. The obvious choice was also the most expensive one – a group that had worked on numerous professional shoots including several where swimsuits were painted on models for publication in national magazines. Lisa was especially impressed with photos that showed models posing in body paint meant to look like blue jeans and a tight top. “Let’s go with that,” she suggested.

Bill indicated that he’d have to clear the budget with station manager Ken Barber, but given the latest ratings for the Friday Night Specials, he was certain that the request would be approved.

“Sounds to me like we’re all set,” Natalie said.

“One last thing,” Lisa added. “Let’s go through the schedule and sequence for shooting this.”

Natalie and Bryan, the lead writer, had proposed that once the outfit was painted on Lisa, they take some shots outside the studio posing near the Channel 4 sign. Since their research had shown that the preparation could take as much as six hours, they would need to start things early in the day if they wanted to be able to film outside in the afternoon while the temperatures were still comfortable for someone who wasn’t wearing any clothes. And Nicole Lewis, the station’s new weather forecaster, had said there was a chance of rain by the end of the week, but that both Wednesday and Thursday looked like ideal summer days.

Based on that information, everyone agreed that they should aim to have the artists in town by Wednesday and shoot the following day. After they completed the work outside, they could return to the studio to film the introduction. Natalie could then work with the editing crew to assemble the pieces and put together the final cut, inserting any additional narration as needed at that point. All of this pointed to a very full day of work.

So, three days later, Lisa found herself stumbling out of bed hours well before the sun came up in order to be at the studio by 5:30 AM. Opening the door to the trailer that had been set up as a make-shift dressing room in the Channel 4 parking lot, she was surprised that only one of the three make-up artists was there along with Kelli, the loyal assistant from the station. During the last few months, she had gotten more and more at ease appearing naked in front of small groups of people, so as soon as she arrived she stripped out of her jeans and top and removed her bra, izmit escort bayan leaving on only her thong.

Before slipping into a terrycloth robe, she casually glanced at one of the full length mirrors set up in the room. Lisa had to admit that her rigorous workout program was paying off – her well-toned abdomen and thighs accented the curves of her 34-25-34 figure, and for a 32-year old, her perky B cup breasts and well rounded ass displayed no signs of sagging. Over her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of Kelli staring at her. “Be a sweetheart,” she said with a smile as she turned to face the assistant, “run and get us both some coffee. I think it’s going to be a long day.”

It was another 20 minutes before the other two make-up artists arrived and were ready to begin. The team leader was a woman, Stephanie, and she was assisted by Sarah and Dave. Lisa wondered whether most models felt more comfortable having the paint applied by someone of their own sex. However, the more she thought about it, she realized that she was secretly pleased to have a mixed audience. “But jeez, what does it matter?” she thought to herself. “I’ll be doing the report in just my paint, so everyone is going to see me stark naked.” Her thoughts continued as she felt a familiar thrill run through her body. “And of course, that’s precisely the point of this dare.”

As it turned out, the first steps were anything but thrilling. Dave and Sarah began by taping large pieces of paper towels to the parts of her body that would not be painted. She chuckled as she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror wearing this kind of “negative clothing.” Everything that was normally covered – including her breasts, ass, and pussy – were on display, while her arms, ankles and feet, neck, and a band of skin around her middle were wrapped up in white paper.

Then, as Lisa stretched out on a massage table that had been appropriated by the team, Stephanie applied the first coat, a thin layer of white spray paint that served two purposes: to provide a base to the color paint that would be applied next and to help bring into relief tiny baby hairs that previously had been invisible. “Now,” Stephanie explained, “we can see all of these little hairs that would otherwise ruin the effect we’re trying to create with the body paint. So, our next step is to take a dry razor and shave them all off.”

“All?” said Lisa somewhat startled. Looking down, she could see the nearly microscopic hairs on her breasts and trailing down to her pussy, despite the Brazilian wax job she obtained just two days before.

“Yes, all,” Stephanie said with a loud laugh. “And don’t worry, you’re not abnormal. Every model I’ve ever worked with has to go through this. We girls think we’re totally smooth but we’re really not. So just lie down and let us get rid of all that baby hair.”

And with that, Dave and Sarah spent the next hour going over every inch of her exposed body. She felt a momentary sense of embarrassment when she realized that Dave was actually parting her ass cheeks with his hands so Sarah could shave down deep into her butt crack and around her anus, a feeling that was heightened when she realized that Kelli was standing in the far corner of the trailer and appeared to be trying to catch a glimpse of Lisa’s puckered rosebud. “Oh my,” Lisa wondered, “do I have a new admirer?” and she felt a shiver run down her spine.

From there, the embarrassment only increased as she rolled onto her back and the two assistants began shaving the small hairs off her breasts. This time, they switched roles, with Sarah gently tugging on Lisa’s nipples as Dave carefully moved the razor along the smooth contours of her breasts. It required repeated swipes of the blade across the skin between her mounds, with Sarah grabbing the nipples like little handles to help separate Lisa’s orbs. Instinctively, her nipples hardened in response and when Sarah released them, Lisa felt that all four people in the room must be clearly aware of her state of arousal.

While Dave backed off, Sarah asked Kelli to step in to lend a hand as they descended to Lisa’s most delicate parts. “Now I’m going to ask you to pull lightly on her labia,” she explained to the assistant, “so I can get a nice clear stretch of skin and make just a few quick passes with the razor.” She then added for Lisa’s benefit, “We’ll get rid of those pesky little hairs in no time at all.”

“Um, I’m just curious,” said Lisa, struggling to keep the embarrassment for showing in her face and hoping that Kelli wasn’t detecting any moisture as her fingers wandered across her pussy. “Is this usually how you prepare models for body painting?”

“It all depends,” Stephanie chimed in, “on whether the model’s working completely nude or using a covering down there.”

“A covering?” asked Lisa.

“Believe it or not, it’s actually called a pussy flap. It’s made of latex and it can cover your private parts.”

“That’s funny,” Lisa continued. “I don’t kocaeli abal yapan escort remember anyone talking to me about that possibility.”

“Oh, but we did discuss it with your producer and she told us absolutely not, you wanted to go full frontal on this,” Stephanie added somewhat defensively.

“She?” Lisa said in a questioning tone. “Might that have been Natalie Johnson?”

“I think it was,” Dave chimed in. “We were on a phone call with her and the writers, and Natalie was very specific that you wanted to be totally naked under the paint.”

At this point, with the assistant pulling at her pussy lips while another woman shaved her most intimate parts, Lisa was forced to acknowledge the truth of that statement – that she would have been disappointed if they had used their silly old pussy flap!

The shaving completed, Stephanie handed Lisa her robe and suggested a quick break. When Kelli returned with some bottled water, she was accompanied by Clayton and George, the camera crew from Channel 4. The four of them chatted briefly, then Dave called an end to the break and the application of body paint resumed. Over the next two hours, various colors and details were applied to Lisa’s completely nude body with the two cameramen and Kelli in the room.

The make-up artists had recommended that they create a blue top, which would allow them to apply more areas of paint over Lisa’s nipples to better disguise the contrast between her skin and the darker color of her areolas and nipples. Furthermore, they pointed out, adding white paint around the neckline and the bottom of the sleeves would create the illusion of a narrow band of trimming to the top, helping to give better definition and shape to the imaginary garment. The eye would be tricked into thinking that the fabric ended and skin began rather than seeing it as all skin.

For the bottoms, they would be simulating the appearance of skinny jeans, stopping several inches above the ankles. Although not typically the type of clothing that Lisa would wear when reporting, simulating denim allowed them to play with greater variations in the color, even reproducing the effect of rips in the fabric. Also, the artists had strongly recommended against going with a solid color since it would typically be seen as nothing more than spray painting. Furthermore, the team was eager to show off their skill in creating the variations in color, the worn spots and the rips, that characterize jeans.

The first area to receive the artists’ attention was Lisa’s butt. Lying face down on the table, Lisa could feel the brushes applying a thicker, almost gelatinous paint. Again, she could sense fingers moving her ass cheeks, first lifting them as a thinner brush moved in short curved lines creating what she assumed to be the folds of the denim across her butt. Then, she could once again feel her cheeks being parted and the cool moist paint being applied deep in her crack, with the brush tickling her hole. She wasn’t sure whose hands were holding her cheeks, and she momentarily indulged herself in the fantasy that it was a tongue and not the tip of the brush that she was feeling. She sighed softly, which caused Sarah to come over to her to ask if everything was okay.

“Oh,” Lisa responded involuntarily, “no problem at all.” Realizing that she really shouldn’t allow herself these thoughts when, in a few minutes she would be turned over and exposed to the prying eyes of the entire team, she quickly recovered her wits and added, “Guess I must have been daydreaming.”

“Well, don’t fall asleep on us,” Sarah replied. We’re almost finished with your backside, and then we’re going to need you to turn over so we can start working on your front. That’s where we’re really going need to spend some time.”

Lisa had the impression that up until now, Clayton and George had just been sitting on the side of the room watching, and her instincts for getting good footage came into play. “Hey guys,” she said, looking over at them. “Sounds like there must be enough paint on my butt now, so why don’t you get off of yours and get something that we can use in the report?”

She heard a couple of people in the room laugh, and saw the two guys stand up and lug their equipment to the end of the table. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” the usually silent George replied. “I don’t think the stuff we shot a few minutes ago will make it past the censors.”

She heard Clayton mutter to his younger assistant, “George, is it too much to ask you to act like a professional,” and then added, “Sorry about that, Lisa.”

“Don’t worry, Clayton,” Lisa reassured him. “I know it’s just George being George.” As she had worked with him over the last months, Lisa had become more tolerant of the young cameraman’s slightly confused, dazed mannerisms. In fact, she was increasingly amused and relaxed by his behavior and found it reassuring to have him on her shoots.

Soon, it was time for izmit evi olan escort her to roll over. And although the initial layer of white paint created the basic shape of the two pieces of clothing, the coating did nothing to conceal her. Dave now worked with a broad brush to apply the darker blue across her breasts and upper abdomen, while Sarah started to work on the white trim. The blue left generous portions of the inner curves of her breasts exposed, and the white paint had the effect of suggesting a top that showed off a lot of cleavage. As the brushes moved back and forth, Lisa could feel her nipples harden, and Dave took particular care to add extra paint.

The jeans were painted low on her hips, allowing for several inches of uncovered skin below the white trim at the bottom of the shirt. Even if the jeans and top had been real, they would have been an unusually revealing choice for a newscaster. But the fact that these “clothes” were made of purely of paint pushed it to a whole other level.

While Dave worked on the top, Sarah was concentrating on the bottoms. She used several small brushes, mixing blacks and dark blues to create the illusion of the folds of denim covering her pussy. But this was definitely not fabric that Lisa was feeling pressing against her most intimate areas, as the brush moved up and down her labia slowly applying the paint to her nether lips.

Finally around noon, the make-up artists told her she could sit up so they could apply the finishing touches to her back. The work on her top went quickly, and they then had her stand up so they could spend time on the back of the jeans.

“There’s a lot to be done here on the pockets and reproducing the designer’s label. So just bear with us,” Stephanie explained.

The artists had finished applying the paint to her ass and had stepped back to check out the work from a distance when the door opened and Natalie and sportscaster Tim Willis came in along with Nicole Lewis, the meteorologist on the late night news team.

“Hey Lisa,” Nicole began. “I’m filling in on the midday weather report. Since I was in the studio, Natalie said it would be okay for me to just pop in with her and say hello. When are they going to start with the…” She looked around somewhat perplexed, and then her jaw practically dropped to the floor, “Oh my god, they have started. I mean, you’ve got nothing on!”

“Well, I have a lot of paint on me,” Lisa said with a smile. “What do you think?” she asked, slowly turning so her colleagues could get a good view.

“I think it’s pretty amazing,” Tim chimed in. “And I’d give you a big hug but I don’t want half of your outfit to come off on my suit.” He paused, and grinned, “Or my hands.”

“Bad boy, Tim,” Lisa teasingly scolded. “Now you three get out of here so they can finish up. And Natalie, I assume you’ll be around for the afternoon shoot.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” Natalie said, smilingly sweetly as she exited the room with her two co-workers. “Who knows?” she added, “I may even have a few last minute changes to suggest.”

The artists took another half hour to finish their work on the back of the jeans and then turned their attention back to some touch-up work on the front, adding a few shadows and highlights to suggest worn spots in the jeans. “Perfect,” Dave said as he gave a final scan to Lisa’s painted body. “In a half hour everything will completely dry. Why don’t we take a break and get some food brought in. But whatever you do, don’t sit on anything until we say you can.”

“I’ll definitely keep that in mind,” Lisa replied with a smile. “Any chance of getting a glass of wine with lunch?”

“At your service,” said Kelli, appearing at just that moment with a bottle and several glasses for the team. “A toast – to our daring reporter!”

“Daring and,” Lisa added surveying herself in a full length mirror, “completely naked!”

Shortly before the food was scheduled to be delivered, Natalie reappeared and joined Stephanie to inspect the results of the body painting.

“Looks almost perfect,” the artist pronounced. We’ll do a bit of touch up just before posing outside. But right now, the paint is dry so why don’t you slip this on so you can sit down and enjoy lunch,” she said to Lisa, handing her a dressing gown.

“Before you put on that robe,” Natalie interrupted, “let’s try a little experiment. Someone mentioned that the guy bringing the food should be here in just a minute. Why don’t you stay just the way you are and sit on that stool in the corner. Let’s see if he notices anything when he comes in?”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea,” Stephanie replied. “Most people who look at a model in body paint don’t necessarily notice it at first. “Especially,” she said with a pause, “if we’ve done our jobs right.”

“Oh, and if you haven’t?” the reporter asked with a bit of a twinkle in her eyes.

“Don’t worry,” Stephanie replied. “This definitely turned out well.”

“Besides,” Natalie said with a smile. “Does it really matter? When you go outside, some people are going to see you then.”

Lisa was very aware of that fact; in fact, ever since the dare had been proposed on Monday she had been excited just thinking about the idea of standing in front of their building with nothing on except some paint. But she wasn’t going to admit that to her colleague.

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It is a nice day out, not too hot with a cool breeze, so we decide to go out for some dessert at a little place near the beach. Because of the nice weather you decide to wear a nice little sun dress that leaves little to the imagination especially since you never wear a bra. It is still early and as we are seated we notice that the place is almost completely empty. The waiter comes by and brings us our menus and we order our desserts. I notice you looking at him and arch my brow. You look at me and tell me that you think he is kind of cute.

As we are eating our dessert you start to tease me by slowly licking your spoon and sucking it into your mouth. I slide my hand under the table and start to rub your thigh a little. I know you like to tease me, but I decide that it is my turn to get you to moan. I take your hand and run your finger through some of the whipped cream on my plate. I slowly bring your hand to my mouth and I stick my tongue out to lick between your fingers, and then I then suck your cream covered finger into my mouth and run my tongue around it. I can see you are getting turned on, your nipples are getting so hard they are poking through the dress.

I tell you get up as I slide my chair back and I have you sit on my lap. You can feel my hard dick pressing against your ass. I scope up some more cream and run my finger around your mouth and have you suck and lick my finger clean. As you do this I start to kiss your izmit escort neck and I can hear a moan escape your mouth. I keep kissing your neck slowly going up to your ear and nibble on it a little making you squirm.

Then I run my hand down from your lips to your breast to play with your nipples. You try to contain your moans as I slowly roll them between my fingers and pull on them. You close your eyes and lean your head back against my shoulder. I begin to kiss your cheek and you turn your head so I can kiss you on the lips tasting the cream from my dessert. I kiss you long and hard, letting my mouth part and my tongue slide between your lips, running it over your teeth and then against your own tongue. As we kiss you start to grind your self down against my hard dick and I can feel the heat between your legs. I run both hands over your breast and then down your stomach until the reach your hips. I slide my hands up to your knees and pull your legs apart. Then I slowly slide my hangs up your thighs to your crotch lifting your dress to your hips as I go. You are really hot now, and I can already start to smell it. As I touch your thong cover pussy your whole body quivers. You are so wet your thong is soaked. I slowly rub the wet material against your pussy, teasing your clit making you moan.

Just as I am pulling the thong aside you hear a male voice, coughing politely. I whisper to you that it izmit anal yapan escort seems we got carried away and you smile. The waiter is back with our bill. I tell you to sign for our meal. The waiter can’t take his eyes off your wet pussy. With you on my lap and your legs spread he can see everything. As you sign, you feel me sliding two fingers into your pussy and you moan. You look up and see that the waiter is flushed and you can see how hard his dick is through his pants. Then you look around to see if anyone else is watching, but the place is still pretty empty and no one can see us aside from the waiter.

When you are done signing, you lean back against me and pull down the straps of your dress and show him your breast. You start to play with them showing off for us.

I have you get up and I take my rock hard dick out of my pants. Then you slowly sit back down on it moaning. The waiter can’t take his eyes of your pussy as it is being filled with my cock. You begin to rock back and forth on my cock as I rub your clit in slow circles. You are so excited I can feel your tight pussy trembling around my cock. You tell the waiter to unzip his pants and show you his cock. He slowly takes it out not sure what to do. Then you tell him to rub it so we can see.

You are really turned on and your pussy is so wet it is dripping down my balls. You tell the waiter gebze escort to come closer and jerk himself of for us; you tell him you want him to cum on your breast. He is turned on too his dick is leaking constantly. I start to really fuck your pussy, sliding my dick and out of your pussy as you grind down on my lap. I can feel that you are going to cum. You start to moan and whine louder, your pussy squeezing my cock. Just then you hear the waiter groan and you feel his hot sticky cum hitting you on the chest and dripping down between your breasts. As you feel the hot cum slide down your body you can’t hold out anymore and your whole body shakes. You are cumming really hard. Your pussy is squeezing around my cock, and your juices are flowing all over my dick. I bite down on your neck and you feel my cock jerk in your pussy as I too cum and fill up your pussy.

The waiter is just standing there with his now limp dick in his hand. I tell you to get up and bend over the table and I ask the waiter if he wants some dessert to as I spread your legs. He just nods and kneels between your legs and starts to eat out your cum filled pussy. I move to your head and rub my cum covered dick on your lips. You kiss it and stick out your tongue to slowly lick and suck it clean. I feel you moan around my cock as you cum again from having your pussy cleaned out by the waiter’s tongue.

When you are done cumming we get up and fix out clothes and thank the waiter for dessert. As we walk out the door you look back and the waiter is still there on his knees with his now hard dick sticking out and a mix of our cum on his face. You wink at him and smile. You turn back to me and we walk out with my arm around your waist enjoying the cool night breeze and the sound of the surf on the beach.

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I wanted to go to my first prenatal doctor’s appointment, but I didn’t have health insurance. I found an ad about a free appointment if you volunteer to allow a class of pre-med students to observe. I had no choice but to volunteer.

I arrived late for my appointment. The appointment was in one of those stadium-style classrooms in the school’s medical building…which was surprisingly pretty run down. The room could seat about 200 and I could not see a single empty space. The room was full of men and women, young and old, all wearing white lab coats and taking notes. At the front of the room, a man was adjusting the gynecological inspection chair—you know, the kind with the stirrups. However, this chair looked a little different because it had some restraints attached to it. I began to get nervous just as the professor turned and saw me.

“Here’s our lovely patient. I hope you are ready to devote a full hour to my class, or however long the lesson takes.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant. I headed to the front of the room with everyones’ eyes on me. I began to feel more and more nervous with all the medical students silently watching me and taking notes.

“Okay patient, undress and sit down in my chair.”

I didn’t want to comply at first. There were 200 students watching me! “Do I have to take off all my clothes?” I whispered.

“Yes, for the purposes of this lesson we will need you to be completely exposed.”

I was only wearing a dress and panties, which I slowly slipped off, and awkwardly got in the chair. Someone coughed.

“Okay now place your legs in the stirrups and allow my assistants to strap you in.”

Two men in scrubs came up on either side of me and began to strap my legs into the stirrups and my arms to the arms of the chair. Now every part of me was completely exposed to the view of everyone in class. I could feel every eye on me, examining and judging my naked body. bodrum bayan eskort People began inaudibly whispering to each other. I felt an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. I wanted to cover myself up but the restraints prevented me.

“Why are the restraints necessary?”

“We need to ensure that you don’t have any unwanted reflexes during the exam.”

“The first test we will perform is the breast exam. My assistants will be helping with this.”

The scrubbed men stood on either side of me. Each one took a breast in his hand and began to gently squeeze and massage them.

“How do they feel?” Asked the doctor.

“Healthy. We will commence with the suckling test.”

“Suckling test?” I asked.

“Yes, we need to ensure that your breasts are the proper shape and consistency and that they are forming properly in your pregnancy.”

I began to get even more nervous because having my breasts suckled is likely to bring me to orgasm. I was afraid to be stimulated with everyone watching. Each assistant stuck out their tongues and began to lap up my nipples, and I couldn’t help thinking of a dog lapping up water. They ran their tongues splayed wide from the bottom of my areola to the top. They slowly continued this for about 60 seconds. Then they began gently suckling my nipples. They puckered their lips like they were going to kiss them and ever so gently sucked the middle of my nipples just inside their lips. They continued to suck in and release, suck in and release, slowly and gently, for many minutes. I could feel the moisture leaking out of my vagina.

“I think she likes it,” laughed the doctor. The whole class laughed. The nurses kept suckling.

“Okay, the front row may come up and get a closer look.” The front row of students filed on stage and stood over me, taking notes. They switched with the aides and began to gently suckle me. I could yalıkavak escort do nothing but lay there and allow the students to practice on me. I was so embarrassed, especially because I could feel myself dripping.

Two students were standing between my legs and observing my genitalia. They might as well have been touching it because I could feel their eyes. I felt completely helpless in my chair. I was nothing more than a science experiment to these people. I was beginning to get used to the embarrassment, and actually more excited by it. These people could do anything they wanted to me and get away with it. New students were gently suckling my nipples. One of the students between my legs swiped up some of my juices with his finger, and smelled it. He wrote something on his clipboard, then placed the same finger on my asshole. He left it on the outside for a few minutes, renewing my embarrassment. He then began to slowly work it inside, making me feel violated and ashamed—partly because it was making me feel as though I were passing a bowel movement, partly because I was now steadily leaking from my pussy. He slowly worked his finger in and out of my ass as the other students watched, took notes, and continued to take turns suckling my sensitive nipples.

The other student that was standing between my legs put down his notes and, avoiding the other student, slid his finger inside of my vagina. I was now being penetrated in both holes. They both slowly worked their fingers in and out of me. The pressure felt amazing. The student inside of my pussy began to curl his fingers, massaging my clit from the inside as the other continued to move in and out of my asshole. Then all of the sudden they stopped and switched places with the students suckling my nipples. They took over suckling my nipples, I think for my sake at this point, because they could tell how much I enjoyed mumcular escort it and wanted to make sure I was relaxed. I loved the wet and smooth feeling their lips and tongues made, and the pressure from the sucking almost brought me to orgasm. The students between my legs were now out of my field of vision.

All of the sudden I felt something wet on my anus. One of the students had begun to lap at my asshole with her wide tongue. She slowly licked from bottom to top, like she was licking a delicious lollipop. I had never felt more dirty in my entire life, but felt myself giving in to the embarrassment. Another student began to curl their fingers in my pussy once more, but also began to suck on my clit in a similar fashion to the students suckling my nipples. I now had four people feasting on my body. I know I wasn’t supposed to, but I was in ecstasy. My nipples, clit, and asshole were being taken care of all at the same time. I felt the orgasm wash over the two between my legs’ mouths. They stopped feasting and wiped their mouths. Everyone took 3 steps away and looked at the doctor.

“Well patient, you were not supposed to enjoy the procedure this much. We will have to try a different approach.”

At this, he opened up his lab coat to expose his naked body to me. He had a very large erection. Many of the students standing around me did the same. Most were male, some female, but all had erections and/or were dripping from their genitalia. They all began to touch themselves around me, and began ejaculating all over my hair, face, and body. The doctor climbed on top of me and pressed his erection inside. He thrusted forcefully, and called other students toward my body as well. Another student entered my asshole simultaneously, another in my mouth. I could feel hard erections and wet, dripping pussies rubbing themselves all over my body. Again, I felt embarrassed and ashamed. I came twice and could not help it.

When the doctor was done inspecting me, he told me that I was a very poor patient and that I could not come back. He left me strapped into the chair as everyone glared at my naked, cumsoaked body. Once they had all left the classroom, the doctor unstrapped me and I quickly put on my clothes and ran out of the room.

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Warning: The following is a sexually explicit story intended for mature audiences. If you are offended by stories of such nature, do not read it. All characters are fictional and not intended to resemble any real people. Comments welcomed.

* * * * *

The next morning Lori decided on a cultural adventure – or at least that was what she told me. It might have been cultural for her, but it was not at all cultural for my cock.

She said she wanted to go to a museum across town to learn more about the history of the female dominant culture. We did go to a museum, true, but it was no ordinary museum. Instead, I discovered the most shocking place I ever visited. Not in my wildest imaginations did I ever imagine such a place could exist.

Lori continued to be privileged with the ability to wear clothes, although I noticed she wore less every day. That morning I awoke to find her modeling a new outfit in the bedroom mirror. She called it a summer dress, but the only thing I noticed were her tits. The dress hugged her body tight to show off every curve. The neckline dropped down low enough to expose several inches of her ample cleavage. Each time I looked upon her I couldn’t help but picture her topless. Despite my own nudity, I still had not seen Lori in the nude. Hell, I hadn’t even seen her topless.

I never noticed Lori wear provocative clothing before. Back at work she usually dressed quite conservative, which was part of the reason I agreed to go with her on this mission. Her choice of unisex clothing intrigued me. I logically figured that if she wanted to be treated as an ordinary co-worker in spite of her big tits, then she would also treat me as one in spite my nudity. For the first three days she conformed to my expectations, but the milking chamber changed all that!

The reason for her change to provocative clothing, I knew, was because I lacked any clothing myself. She exposed herself because of my own exposure. She liked to get me excited to witness the result.

As a consequence of the summer dress, I was at least semi- erect all morning. I even became fully erect a half-dozen times, which Lori naturally noticed too. Without fail, she would call me into the next room to help her with something when I was in my most excited state. I would have to walk in to join her with an erection.

“Oh John!” She would comment as soon as I was within sight. “Very nice! You don’t know how much I like to see you hard and long.”

Despite her words, she never did anything about it. She looked, but she never touched. And I was not allowed to touch either. Lori made sure I couldn’t touch by first watching me and then by shackling my hands behind my back. The shackles were the worse. Along with the leather tie down straps she purchased the day before, she also took the liberty of buying a set of metal cuffs. The feeling of the cold steel against my wrists only served to increase my arousal.

Of course, I knew what she was really trying to do. By keeping me aroused and excited all morning, Lori was trying to prime me. It was like adding ammunition to a loaded gun, where my cock served as the barrel. I knew by the time she finally got around to it, I was going to give her one hell of a show.

To make matters worse, she made me drink three glasses of goat’s milk for breakfast, which I failed to understand at first. Only after I finished the last few drops in the second glassful did she remind me.

“Don’t you remember me telling you when you were tied down by your arms and legs?” Lori spoke blankly at the breakfast table. “The goat’s milk increases sperm production. So drink up. You’re going to need a whole lot of goat’s milk for what I have planned for you later today.”

I almost choked on the milk as it went down.

“And here’s another glass!” Unbelievably, she got up and went to the refrigerator to get a fourth glass. “That was only enough for your left nut. This is to fill the right one.”

I sported a raging hard-on by the time I finished drinking it down, which Lori immediately noticed. Naturally, I had been thinking about what she had planned for me later in the day. I wondered what act would require me to have a lot of sperm, but the list was never ending.

By the time the noon hour rolled around, my dick was at a partial erection near continuously. I think I even felt my balls start to swell as a result of all the goat’s milk I drank at breakfast, but I think that might have been my imagination. I wasn’t so sure about the goat’s milk. I figured it was just some crazy story Lori had heard. I think it only made me need to piss more, but my balls did feel a little swollen.

Just in case the crazy story about the goat’s milk was true, Lori had me drink three more glasses over lunch.

“You’re really going to cumm now,” She told me as I started the third glass. “And it’s really going to make you last a long time too. They say each glass is good for another squirt, and you’ve had six so far.”

I again wondered about escort bodrum the crazy story. Six squirts certainly would be a lot. I only did four the day before, and that was after an extensive cock-teasing session. I knew six would extend my orgasm out for another minute.

We left immediately after I emptied the glass. It was time to go to the museum.

“Now?” I questioned in surprise. “What about?” I looked down upon my own dick.

“What about it?” She questioned back. “You’re dressed fine! Come along with me to the museum and maybe I’ll let you fuck me later.”

Her suggestion intrigued me. It also served to amplify my hard-on and keep it hard.

“Oh, I like the way you’re dressed!” Lori giggled as she opened the front door. “But one more thing! I almost forgot!”

She reached over to pick up the handcuffs lying on the counter. “You’ll be wearing these for the rest of the day.”

“Please,” I tried to stop her but to no avail. She shackled my wrists behind me just before we walked out the front door.

So with my wrists cuffed behind me, we walked out in public. The full erection standing up at attention remained as we passed women in the hallway and then stood next to them in the elevator. I could do nothing to cover myself with my shackled position, which seemed to give the women a little extra delight.

“Isn’t he darling,” One of them said in the elevator.

“Good length,” Another complimented in the lobby.

I was eventually forced to walk out into the street with an erection leading the way. To make matters worse, Lori made certain everyone saw me. She took me by the arm and forced me to walk beside her. Women looked, and they weren’t shy about looking either. Many of them stopped and gawked at my cock. Although it was normal for men to remain publicly naked on the island, it was rare for them to be displayed with a public hard-on too.

“Nice pet!” I remember one of them say.

“Nice boner,” Complimented another.

I suppose, in a way, I was no different than a sexy young woman strolling down a public street in a string bikini back on the mainland. It felt humiliating, yet at the same time I liked the compliments. Well, at least I liked their compliments well enough to keep me hard.

“I could take care of that problem,” A complete stranger eventually offered as she passed.

“Don’t worry,” Lori answered her back. “I’ll take care of him plenty well myself a little later today.”

I liked this even more. So did my boner. It stayed hard for the next seven blocks until we reached the cable car.

* * * * *

I didn’t know how far we were going. Lori never told me. I had to simply walk beside her and go to wherever she lead. She stepped onto the cable car, and I followed only a few inches behind. For a brief moment I felt relieved to finally be out of the open air and inside an enclosed space. Little did I know the worse part was just beginning.

Lori sat down but not before she first attached the cuffs to the overhead railing. She released me temporarily, but only long enough to pull my hands above my head and force me to again remain exposed and in a position where I could not cover myself.

She also positioned me – although I did not notice it at first – so I was forced to partially block the isle. I did not notice my predicament until one of the ladies got off at the next stop and gently rubbed up her thigh against my dick as she passed. I realized my body partially blocked the isle, and the half-erection sticking straight out of my body blocked it even more. It was inevitable that whoever walked down the isle would brush up against my cock. Most touches appeared accidentally, but I knew more than a few of them were rougher and amply planned ahead of time.

It bothered me the way so many women could look at me so easily. My shackled position gave them an excellent view. They remained free to look at me, while I remained helpless to prevent them. To make matters worse, the ever-constant acceleration, deceleration, bumping, and then braking of the cable car at each stop only helped to entertain them more, as they were free to stair at my cock as it bounced all around.

My member remained partially erect and pointed straight out of my body most of the way, but then came the female passenger who got off the car at fifth-street.

The same woman had already brushed up against me quite noticeably when she first got on and looked at me admirably as she sat in her seat. I noticed her too, for she was a particularly good looking brunette with a chest almost as ample as Lori and with a blouse unbuttoned low enough down the front to nicely show off her cleavage. When she finally exited and got off the car, I felt her. It was sudden and without warning. I felt something on my dick.

All the other women brushed up against my dick with their thighs, but I immediately realized this woman used her hand. She grabbed me. A good-looking young woman bodrum sınırsız escort who I had never met before suddenly had her hand around my organ. A stranger held me.

She meant business and knew what she wanted. She also wanted me to know it. She grabbed hard, wrapping her fingers around the circumference, and held my pecker in the palm of her hand. Then she squeezed down hard, and I’m talking about really hard. She nearly crushed my dick in her hand.

Worse yet, she kept on walking, pulling my swollen dick along with her. I was forced to take two steps forward and I think my feet nearly left the ground as she gave me a mighty yank. I unintentionally let out a shrill, as it felt like she was pulling my cock right out of my body. The only thing that held me back were my still shackled hands and by now a very slippery cock. Despite her tight grasp, she soon lost it and I sprung back to my original position.

The last thing the woman said as she left the bus was “Have fun ladies.” I did not know what she meant at first, until I looked down and saw myself now rising to a full erection.

“Please John,” I heard at the same time from behind me. “Stand still and stop shrieking.”

“But Lori,” I started to say, but then realized it was of no use. I wanted to tell her about the lady and her tight hold upon my boner, but I realized Lori had seen the whole thing. She knew exactly what happened and seemed to enjoy it.

The rest of the women in the compartment enjoyed it too. I knew they especially liked my full erection. I wanted to bring it down, but the grasp and the pull of the stranger was too much. I just stood there in silence and tried to keep still as a dozen women now looked. In addition to seeing me in the nude, the women could see me erect too. I gave them a free, unencumbered view of my erect pecker.

It was a long ride to the museum, only made longer by my predicament. Along the way at least a dozen more women grabbed me, although, thankfully, none as hard as the first. It was very embarrassing, and Lori did nothing to help me. In fact, she giggled each time a stranger grabbed my hard-on. I heard her from behind me, and I could tell she was enjoying herself.

I don’t know how long we were on the train. Time had slowed down for me, like the last hour of a long flight. I think the entire trip was really no more than twenty minutes, but in my state it seemed like an hour.

Lori uncuffed my hands from above and recuffed them behind my back when we got near our destination. We exited amongst a sea of people. Office buildings surrounded us. Wide boulevards carried only public transportation. I saw we were downtown.

* * * * *

“Come along John,” Lori spoke as I tried to walk behind her and cover my size. “The museum is right over there,” She pointed. “One of my newly found friends told me about it, and I can’t wait to see the displays.”

We walked up a wide set of stairs into an old red-brick building. Along the way she again took me by the arm and forced me to walk by her side – on display. I noticed many women still taking glances and couldn’t wait to get inside to cover myself. My erection remained as hard as ever, and now it stood wet with pre- cumm too. My balls were so tight it felt like they were encased in tight strap. Of course there was no strap or any other clothing around my balls. I knew the tightness could be from only one source, all the goat’s milk she made me drink during the day.

The museum looked respectable, although I feared what could be on display, especially considering the last public place Lori took me to. I tried to question her about it earlier, but she said little. She only said that a museum display would help us better understand the culture we were living in.

Even after we arrived and I stood in front of the museum, I still didn’t know the type of museum it was. Large banners hung on the walls to announce some kind of special expedition, but none of them told anything about it. A fancy sign stood over the main entrance of a long series of glass doors to indicate it was somebody-or-other’s memorial museum.

We walked through one of the center doors where Lori showed the receptionist some sort of ticket to get inside. When the young girl collecting the ticket took a glance down at my waist, Lori told her that I was just a little excited to see the show. It was embarrassing, but not nearly as embarrassing as what I was about to see.

I walked in just behind Lori and was shocked. I thought I was seeing things at first. I couldn’t believe such a place could exist. I thought maybe they were statures or they were plastic replicas, but I could see they clearly were for real. The exhibition on display for that month at the museum was of healthy men. Healthy men, that is, in the cock department.

Some stood behind iron bars. Others were behind glass. There were men on display all around, and all of them were naked bodrum otele gelen escort and erect.

“Oh my!” Lori exclaimed almost in a squeal, allowing her own shock to show through. “They told me what it was about, but I never figured there would be so many.”

I realized at that moment that Lori had lied to me earlier. She had known what the show was about the whole time.

“Just look at them all!” She scanned the room. “There are so many! And they are so big! This is like dick heaven!”

We stood in the main foyer of the museum for several minutes as others walked by us. Lori went into shock, as was I. I think, for the first time on this island, she was perhaps in even more shock than me.

“This is so great!” She said with glee. “I don’t know where to start.”

It didn’t take her long to decide. We began our tour with the dungeon display. With Lori leading me by the arm and my hands cuffed behind me, I walked unprotected at her side.

We entered a set of double doors to see a man in chains on the other side. A little further along another man was stretched across a wooden rack. As my eyes grew accustomed to the weak light, I noticed both were naked, naturally, and held behind iron bars. Straw covered the floor. The walls were made to look like old, decaying brick. The only light came from electric candles along the wall. Clearly, the place was made up to look like an old dungeon, a dungeon of a sadist female princess that held her harem of male slaves.

“Oh, I really like this!” I heard the excitement sound in Lori’s voice. “Just look at this place! This is incredible!”

We walked along to see naked or nearly-naked men shackled in various compromising positions, each in his own cage like an animal exhibited at a zoo.

“How about that one over their John,” Lori pointed to one man in particular, held down, face up, with leather straps by his arms and legs and with his ass raised up on wooden blocks as though to place his tool on better display. He wore clothing, but it was ripped almost to shreds as though he had just been attacked by a female dominate. His organ stood out in the center, exposed between two shreds of clothing, on display and fully engorged. I noticed it larger than normal but not too big, maybe 8-inches in length.

“He is supposed to represent a poor, helpless male captured by an evil sea-creature, it says here,” She read from a wooden plank tied to the bars of his cage. “It says the creature happens to be a female sea-creature. This poor man was captured in one of her traps and brought down here into her cave where he has no chance to escape. She tied up and stripped him until she exposed the thing she was after, namely his dick. And then, oh my!”

Lori let out a sigh. She kept reading, but refused to speak. I naturally grew curious and looked over her shoulder to try to read the rest.

“Oh my!” She spoke again. “It says here that the sea- creature will soon return. And when she does return, it looks as though he will be attacked again. She is just waiting for his pecker to grow to its full length, and then she is going to return to resume her attack.”

Lori paused as though it was too embarrassing to voice out loud. I continued my attempt to read the words myself, but she smartly blocked my view.

“The creature will soon return,” She continued after catching her breath. “The sea creature will soon return with a plate full of vegetables which she will then coat with a special sauce. His sauce! And unfortunately for this man, the creature is particularly found of meatballs.”

Lori turned to look at me with a great big smile on her face. “And take a guess where the meatballs are going to come from?” She questioned me.

It wasn’t hard to figure out. “Him?” I asked simply.

“You got it!” Lori confirmed. “The creature is going to come back into the room and jack him off onto her plate of spaghetti, and then she is going to castrate him!”

Lori stood frozen and simply looked at the shackled man and his erect cock. I stood along side her but tried to look away. I thought it was disgusting, but for some reason my cock refused to get any smaller. I knew it had to be the goat’s milk working its magic.

“What an interesting concept,” The fantasy actually seemed to excite Lori. “But we better go on.”

The next cell held a man in a similar position. He was tied up against an X-shaped structure with his arms and legs spread wide. It looked as though he had been attacked by the same female dominate, his clothing ripped and his body exposed. His organ was left just as unprotected as the one in the previous cell.

“Look at those balls,” Lori pointed out, which we could easily see due to his spread eagle legs and raised shaft. “He’s got quite an impressive nut sac! His balls look like they are just made to be squeezed! And his pecker isn’t bad either!”

He was about the same size as the first, standing upright at about 8-inchs in length. I noticed every man looked to be larger than what I considered average. I also noticed every man sported a hard-on. I wondered why they didn’t have the common sense to bring themselves down, but a moment later I found out.

A bikini clad woman with a big set of tits passed by us and entered the cell. She looked down at his organ for a second, and then walked behind him and reached around.

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Waking up in another man’s arms seemed strange to Margo Needy, it had been awhile. Not since her late husband Darryl had she felt so relaxed and cozy. Having slept with nineteen year old Cabot Ross all night after they had showered together. they both talked until they passed out. Margo first having dosed up on muscle relaxers. The scent of a man left her speechless as she inhales his chest, palming his muscular pecs to feel his heartbeat. Afraid to move her head for fear of waking him so early, her eyes look up to see him laying there with an arm over his eyes. Smiling she nestled in for another twenty minutes.

In her relaxed state her mind was all over the place. Having heard and seen many new revelations yesterday she didn’t know what to make of things. Firstly, knowing for a fact all four of her son’s former classmates fantasized about her made her the happiest she had been in a year. Her grieving period was over after losing Darryl to his car crash. With her son off in France that allowed Margo to explore new options. Lonliness was not going to keep her down. Not anymore. Cabot had given her hope. Not that she wanted more than he gave her yesterday, but what he did offer was incredible. She had never experienced so many orgasms in a given day. That was a lie for another day. Just thinking about it her eyes sparkled with a newfound zest.

Curious, she carefully pinches the sheets on Cabot’s bed, which covered them from the light chill of the night. Lifting the sheet she discovers morning wood. Eyes marveling at his girth she feels a sudden urge. Easing away from his armpit she begins kissing his chest. Light tender compressions moved lower with each planted wetness. As her journey continued he stirred a bit making her pause. Holding her breath smiling, she waits to see if he would wake up. With no further activity she returns to her quest. Reaching his pubic hair she rubs her cheek in its softness and eyes his magnificent cock. Scooting her body lower without jolting him she nuzzles his cock with her nose and dares to kiss it. His body trembled at her approach, which meant he was waking up. Before he could officially discover the truth of the matter she opens her mouth wide and swallows four inches of a magnificent seven. That made him revive. As the sheet lifted away from her concealment she found herself refusing to look at him. His hand caressing her hair was enough appreciation. Margo Needy wanted to make Cabot happy. His cock growing thicker in her throat made her suck on him harder, her left hand moving down to cup his balls and knead at them. They were full even after a night of many detonations.

“That’s it Mom. Suck that cock.” She winces at the term Mom. Technically, She was not even old enough to be his Mother. Sinking her teeth into his meaty cock made him chuckle. “Okay! Point made. You’re in a good mood this morning.”

“You make me happy. I hope that you all do.” She lets up to sigh, then flicking her tongue over his urethra.

“Let’s not talk about my buddies right now. Focus on me.”

“I intend to.” She puckers her lips over his crown as she stares up at him with mischief. As she slowly draws in his cock she winks at him. At five inches she chokes slightly. Seeing this Cabot gets bold and palms her skull and encourages her to take him deeper. She turns beat red as he holds her firm.

“That’s right Wonder Woman. Take all seven inches.” He comments imagining Gal Gadot whom Margo distinctly resembled sucking him off. She didn’t resist, but he could tell she was not happy that he was forcing her deeper. Her tonsils out as a child was her only savior, allowing more room to devote her throat to accommodate his lengthy beast. He didn’t care, he wanted to see if she would get mad. Testing her was his only way to know how far he could push her. So far so good. At six inches he nods, “Almost there. You can do it.”

Doing her best he also found her grip on his balls increasing. The feel was really unpleasant. She was getting even. He toughed it out sneering at her. She gagged and struggled a bit but dammit she made him proud. Releasing her head he waited to see if she would rush to escape his torture. Shocking him she held firm and moaned the best she could. Nodding his respect he brushes the hair from her eyes.

“Never give up. Always make me proud of you. “He dared to sound with authority.

Hearing his attempt at praise she squeezes his balls and starts sucking him off with more vigor. Losing three inches only to force her throat full again time after time. His throbbing veins on her tongue was building up her desire to finish him off. As he approved a distraction came over the phone. Pointing at her to keep going he looks at his cell.

“It’s Brian. Don’t stop.”

She had no intention of stopping until she drained him dry, curious if he would brag or keep his word she narrowed her eyes.

“Mornin’ Bro. Yeah, I slept like a baby. Little weird in the new room and not my own bed but until I can borrow your truck to move mine it will do. Margo? She and I made bodrum escort bayan a frozen pizza. She took some muscle relaxers and went to bed. NO I didn’t sneak into her bedroom. Dude! Like I told you we have to show her respect or she won’t let us stay long. I know Bro. I wanna fuck that MILF too. All in good time.” She smiled with her mouth full choosing to remove his monstrosity from her throat in favor of licking his foreskin to make him crazy as he talked. “When are you coming out with your stiff? Stuff!”

Listening he decides to put him on speaker to let her hear his words. She paused as she heard Brian’s voice. “Leaving here in an hour. I’m bringing my own bed. I hope there’s room for a King. Just think Bro we can all pile in on my bed and destroy that MILF’s holes.”

Her eyes flare at the possibility, while Cabot winced . “Don’t push things. This has to progress slowly Bri. One wrong move and we hit the road.”

“Not once she has a taste of my footlong.”

The flare becomes a look of sheer terror. Cabot frowns and shows him through measuring hands that Brian really meant 9 inches, maybe 10. In reality that hardly spooked her. Realizing it sounded awkward he points at Margo with a scrutinizing glare. She shrugged and continued swirling her tongue around his crown. That made his gaze soften up.

“What time you gotta work at the restaurant today?” Brian asked.

“Noon to 8:00. She’s all yours until then.” He sticks his tongue out at her. In response she bites his crown showing teeth.

“I’ll watch myself Cabbie. Might need help carrying my bed upstairs though.”

“I’ll help Margo take the old bed out of your room. After I help you carry yours up, I’ll have to hit the road.” The chat grew boring so Margo intensified her torture by sucking his dick really fast. Between her mouth thrusting down and her grip on his balls he was gritting his teeth to avoid moaning. His happy ending was coming quick.

“Dude you sound breathless. You working out?”

“Yeah, using my dumbbells while we talk.” He made excuses.

“You should tag Margo and get a real workout.”

“That would be awesome but not gonna happen. Someday maybe.” She runs her free hand up over his belly trailing her nails back toward her to make him even more edgy.

“I keep watching that shower video of her. Man how I’d love to fuck her up against that shower wall. Damn that steam obstructing our view.” Without pausing her starvation quest Margo winced, she now had her answer. She had a hunch Brian had been in her room.

“It sucks.” Cabot points at her smirking, she nearly snorted at his pun. “I watch it a lot too. I love how she got off on that shower wand. I still don’t know how you snuck in there to film her and not get busted. Even more how you found that shaving cream under her sink to use on Elliot’s bed.”

She lifts away sneering at Cabot before whispering, “I knew he did that.”

Cabot puts a finger to his lips to quiet her, she swiftly returned to tormenting his cock. Deeper and faster this time Cabot nearly drops his cell as he arches his back.

“I know right?” Brian laughs, “I even went through her underwear drawer and sniffed every pair of panties she had in there.”

Margo growls at her suspicion being true. How could she trust a snoop? She now knew better than to leave any valuables around. Regardless she adored the cock in her throat. Someday soon she would scold Brian Hancock for being nosey. Once her games were over and they all knew what the others had done with her, she would enforce some rules. Hopefully they listened to her.

“You’re crazy. Don’t be doing that once you move in. She has to trust us if we’re going to remain living here with her.”

“I know that. I just couldn’t resist. It wasn’t like I was casing the joint to rob her blind. Dude! I like Margo too. Even though I wanna eat her ass out I’ll always respect her for being who she is.”

“Same here Bri. Listen I wanna snooze a lil longer before you drive out.” Cabot needed to cum.

In response to that Margo wags her finger in a negative manner. She wanted to make him climax over the phone. He offered her an evil glare then set his cell aside on the mattress. Placing his hands behind his head he embraced her persistence. Margo was deep throating him like a pro. After three minutes of casual conversation Cabot Ross who had been holding his breath cascades her throat in a massive load of cum. His immediate snarl sounded painful.

“Everything alright Bro?”

“I just pulled a muscle I think.”

She grins showing him a mouthful of cream while jerking him off to splatter her chin with leftovers. She pulled the muscle, not him. Groaning Cabot tried not to laugh.

“Dude! Don’t hurt yourself lifting more than you can handle. I can’t carry this mattress upstairs without you.” Brian seemed concerned.

“I’ll ice it. Let me nap. See you when you get here.” He lifts his cell, as soon as Brian tells him okay Cabot severs the call. “FUCK THAT bodrum otele gelen escort WAS BADASS. Swallow that shit and get up here.”

Shaking her head no she does follow up climbing across him to lay directly over his body. He enjoyed her chest over him, grazing nipples over his. At his face she stares him in the eye before opening her mouth to show her tongue still containing his load.

“Kiss me Cabot.”

“HELL NO.” He laughs trying to avoid her. She palms his face on both sides and shows him how serious she was. He winces with a disgusted look but caves. Shockingly, his taste was not so bad. Her tongue wrestling with his led to ten minutes of making out. She was a damn good kisser. Any other girl would not have succeeded in getting him to do that. Tasty or not, he never wanted to do that again. Well, maybe with Gal Gadot here.

“Was it that bad? Darryl and I used to do that all the time. He loved it.”

“Not what I expected. Please don’t do that again though.”

“My roof, my rules Mister Ross.” She kisses his chest.

“Whatever! See? I played along with your game. Did I tell Brian anything about what we did?”

“No. Thank you for that. You only have to remain quiet a week or two. Let me have my fun, then all four of you can have your fun.” She licks his pectoral and eyes him over her brow.

“Once they all know you’re never leaving your bed. We’re gonna keep that pussy busy.”

“Mmmm! I can’t wait.”

“You gonna overlook my suggestion to wait in fucking Brian? You know he’s unpredictable as hell.”

“I don’t know yet. I want to achieve this in order of you boys moving in. If I don’t then I risk one of you discovering us before I get the chance to tease all of you separately. Do you think the others will keep it a secret like you’re doing?”

“Eric and Heath I’m pretty certain won’t betray you. Brian? He’s gonna call me the second he’s alone. Trust me he’s not going to keep it quiet.”

“Darn it.”

“Risk you take Gorgeous.”

“I know. Let me figure it out. Cabot?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you going to be able to share me?”

“No problem. As long as I get to make love to you whenever I want I’m not clingy. I just desire the fuck out of you.”

“I love being with you too. I just…want more.”

“More men or more sex?”

“More.” She hides her face in his chest grinning.

“Aw hell. Four young cocks won’t be enough will it?”

“It will suffice.” Not even close.

“Can we have a few months of just us five?”

“Yes. I’ll do my best to make you all very happy.”

“I believe you. You like taking my whole cock down your throat?”

“At first it scared me. Darryl used to force that on me, but he was not as large as you. Not quite seven inches and much thinner.”

“Biggest dick you’ve ever had in you?”

“I plead the fifth.” She blushes.

“Before you got with Darryl?”

She hesitates to ponder revealing more then admits, “During our marriage.”

“Whoa! Cheating on the Coach?”

“No. He would…share me on occasion. We were swingers. When Brian mentioned footlong it brought back memories.”

“You’ve had a footlong in you?”

“Yes.” She hides her face laughing, “I thought I was going to get vaginal tearing. He…” Fanning herself before answering she exhales vibrantly, “He was very talented.”

“Scream like a banshee?”

“For hours on end. Darryl sat back and watched him fuck me for over three hours. He had to carry me to our car.”

“Darryl?”

“No. The gentleman with the big dick. Oh my God! I can’t believe I’m telling you this.”

“You can tell me anything Margo. Tenant, lover, good listener.”

“Thank you Cabot. Should we get up if Brian is on his way?”

“Naaa!” He roughly rolls her over and fucks her for twenty minutes non stop. Margo Needy fell in lust with that most amazing cock. Wore out she lets him fall asleep on top of her. She held him another fifteen minutes before she heard a vehicle pull up outside. Patting Cabot to revive him she directs him to the engine noise.

“I think Brian’s here.”

“Shit! Did I fall out?”

“No. You’re still inside me.”

“I meant did I pass out on you?”

“Yes. You were tired. I’m fine with that.” She giggles.

Peeling their heated flesh apart he reclaims his dick, watching every inch ease out in a thick spew. She lifted her head to share in his amazement from a different angle. Just his girth alone made her jaw drop. It was a thing of beauty, almost as if a flower blooming before their eyes. As the crown crested amid her labia she shivers. Whimpering she pouts at its departure.

“That was awesome.” He looked up grinning.

“I’ll miss that in me.”

“Oh, it’s in you every day if I can help it.”

“If I can fit you in.” She sticks her tongue out at him. “Get dressed before he rings the doorbell. I’m going to take a shower and get dressed. Try and keep Brian from sneaking in on me.”

“Shit! gümbet escort Still haven’t tore the other bed down.”

“Just bring his bed in and sit it in the foyer. After I clean up I’ll join you in tearing it down and setting his bed up.”

“Alright.” He kisses her passionately one last time then vacates his bed to get dressed. She crawls out behind him and pinches his ass on her way by. “I will pinch you back.”

“I know.” Another razz she sprinted to her bedroom.

Enjoying her shower she cleans her pussy thoroughly and basks under the hot water. Having washed her hair of oil and cum last night, she donned a shower cap to keep her hair from getting wet. While the cascade was met with smiles her thoughts were lured toward Brian. What could she do to him to get him energized over her? Should she listen to Cabot and omit Brian until after Eric and Heath? Her desires were peaking so quickly with Elliot gone. Too fast might be a big mistake. UGH! Indecision.

Ending her shower, she dries off and prowls her bedroom. Hearing voices outside she stands at her opened window behind a towel held to her chest. She focused on their voices worried that Cabot might still ruin her game plans. Boys were hardly trustworthy when it came to getting their dicks wet. Bragging rights was a natural threat. Yet, he seemed to be talking only about his job, and feigning that pulled muscle. So far so good.

Leaving the window she decides on her days attire. Something conservative, yet appealing to the eye. Normally, she might choose a dress, hating pants unless it was necessary. While not pants she hand picked a pair of yoga shorts in black and white, the legs stopping at mid thigh. The white being in the crotch and ass, the black over the rest of the material. Skin tight she found camel toe aggressively recommending a good long stare. The waist band of the yoga pants designed to hug lower on her hips than traditional yoga pants. From there she moved to a different dresser for t-shirts, selecting a plain sleeveless red cut off that dangled below her tits by two inches, her nipples proudly sticking out to force the shirts hem to stand clear of touching her tummy. Worn together she looks at herself in the mirror and caresses both hands along her belly to tease herself.

“This should get them both worked up. Dare I?” Taking a deep breath she fans herself before charging out the door. Hearing voices below carrying in the box spring of Brian’s bed she stops at the head of the stairs to greet them. “Hi Brian.”

Brian looks up and literally drops his end of the box spring leaving Cabot to curse at the sudden weight exchange.

“JESUS CHRIST.” Brian lowers his jaw as his sweats instantly start rising in the crotch. He had nothing to hide. Like Cabot he had dared to go commando beneath short hand cut sweatpants and a blue t-shirt with both sides exposing all the way down his ribcage.

“What the fuck dude?” Cabot might have actually pulled that muscle.

“Sorry Bro.” Brian stares yet managed to mumble. “Hey Mrs. Needy. Wow!”

“Did you hurt yourself Cabot? You did suffer a muscle strain earlier.” She hurries down the steps, her chest bouncing with every footfall. Rushing to Cabot she fawns over him a bit making Brian quiet. How did she know about the pulled muscle if Cabot had just woke up?

“I’m fine. Just caught me off guard.” He calms her with a wink.

“Brian?” She leers over her shoulder to see Brian staring at her exceptionally tight ass, her butt crack digging deep beneath the yoga shorts. “Brian?” Fingers are snapped to regain his attention.

“Huh? Oh, shit. Bro I’m sorry. I just…Mrs. Needy…fuck.” He lowered his gaze shamefully.

“Worry more about others than drooling over me young man.” She scolds Brian stepping directly in front of him to point at his chin. “You could have hurt him.”

“It doesn’t weigh that much. It’s only half the box spring. There’s two sections.” Brian winces with a hint of whatever behind his words.

“He’s right Margo. It wasn’t the weight of his drop it was just the shock that he did it. Can you blame him? You look great.” Cabot compliments her.

“Right! Fits like a glove Momma.” Brian becomes smug.

“Pardon?”

“Your…pants.”

“Oh!” She looks down at herself, “They are pretty tight aren’t they?”

“Sucking right up…”Brian starts to say what he was thinking until Cabot clears his throat.

“I’m not sucking up to anyone.” She frowns finishing the sentence. “I’m only defending what I see is wrong here.”

“So not wrong.” Brian stares at her camel toe.

“Chill out guys.” Cabot stands between them, “Let’s go tear down the other bed.”

“I’ll grab a screwdriver to remove the headboard.” Margo wiggles away grinning from ear to ear. In her thoughts she finds amazement in Brian’s sudden lockup. “Not a footlong my ass. That dick is dangling down his leg.” She was wet all over again.

Out in the foyer Cabot fist bumps Brian, “Way to go Bro. Rile her up before you even get settled. What part of keep things on the down low don’t you understand?”

“Dude! She has camel toe. Her nipples are huge. How can you not be staring at her?”

“Because I’m trying to gain her trust.”

“By ignoring what she’s wearing?”

“She’s covered up. If she were wearing less I’d be wiping my chin on my shirt every three seconds. Get a grip Bri.”

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Needless to say, with my wife working evenings or nights, she spent much of her days sleeping. Whenever that happened, she knew enough to wear a night shirt to bed, not knowing who, not a part of the family, would be around in case she ever got up and was outside the bedroom. On too many occasions, the now senior high boys would often invade the basement after school, make enough noise to wake her up and she would storm down to the basement, 40D’s waving under her night shirt, panty less as well, and yell at the noise makers to shut up. After the third or fourth time it happened, I believe the boys would do it on purpose just to see her ‘jiggle’ as she pounded down and up the stairs. I later discovered the boys would take turns standing at the side of the open stairway just to watch her ass and maybe catch a glance of her shaved pussy. Liz, at forty two is still a real looker, able to wear a bikini or go topless or naked on nude beaches and get whistles and stares from men and women alike.

She dresses younger than her peers and I am proud to hear the comments from the boys as well as their girls at how lucky I am to have a gorgeous, sexy wife like her. So it came as no surprise that when we asked Marc’s friend Dan to dog sit for us over a weekend, that I discovered he had gone through a series of recent photo’s I had taken of Liz, both nude and in the act of sex with me. The photos were out of order and were somewhat smudged from being fingered by damp hands. He admitted rifling through them and that was evident as I watched his 18 year old cock stir in his jeans as we talked. I walked him to the photo closet and brought them and a few others out and spread them out on the table. There he was able to clearly see the close-ups of her pussy, my fingers in her, squeezing her clit, my cock entering her and close-ups of her face, tits and wide shots of the two of us in the heat of coitus.

“Does she know about these?” He asked, dumbly.

“Of course she does, fool.” I responded,

“She was there and was the one who thought it was a great idea bodrum escort when I suggested it. She sees them and masturbates to them when I am not here and she needs to get herself off without me.” “Do you have any videos of her naked or getting fucked?” he asked.

I just looked at him. “Demanding little shit, aren’t you? OK, I’ll get them up on my computer, on one condition”.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“You get naked with me and we watch and jack off together. We have a deal?”

Still a little timed, he agreed.

“When?” He asked.

“How about now? Liz is not home and we have the basement all to ourselves. Got plenty of time to enjoy the vid’s and ourselves”.

I headed down to the basement, fired up the computer and the projector. I found the videos, there were several of them, including some of my son and his girlfriends, videos made with his permission and without his permission. When Dan came down, he saw the titles and wanted to know if their titles were real?

“Yes, they are real and they are not to be shared with Marc. He is not to know that you know they exist. Understand? If you ever want to see any of them, you keep your mouth shut. Got it?”

He shook his head and was more persuaded by the grip my hand had on his balls through his jeans. Until I saw his agreement, I kept squeezing. I was sure he would see my point.

I double clicked on one of the earliest videos of Liz and me and we sat down. The video started with her in the bathroom, just getting out of the shower. I had zoomed in to get a close shot of her tits and panned down to her pussy, which at this point still had a thick patch of pubic hair. We watched as she dried herself off and lifted her breasts and leg to dry all the hidden spots. She then walked into the bedroom and spread herself out on the bed, on her back, and smiled at the camera. I then panned up one leg and into her pussy and asked her to spread her lips for a close-up, which she obliged me with, slipping a finger into her hairy patch turgut reis escort and watched it disappear into her snatch.

Dan’s cock was about to break through his jeans, so I encouraged him to remove them, freeing his cock. He is the owner of a respectable cock, with a smallish, pointed head, like a small onion, sitting on about seven inches of meat which is near two inches wide. An interesting combination to squeeze into a pussy, but that’s another story.

As we watched my playing with Liz pussy and sucking on her tits, Dan started to jerk his cock, causing a near stream of pre-cum to issue from his small pee hole. He saw this and stopped jacking. I kept going, admiring my handy work on the screen as well as his cock and balls. As soon as the pre-cum slowed, he again started to jack his meat. Again his pre-cum began to flow, almost like he was peeing. Again, he stopped jacking until it subsided.

I stopped myself ministrations, and asked,

“So, why are you stopping?”

He took a breath and said,

“I have pre-mature ejaculation problems. I almost cum when a girl puts her hands down my pants, let alone try to stick it in her. It’s embarrassing to try to fuck and end up cumming just going into her pussy.”

I told him about a therapy of training yourself to stop jacking just before you feel you are about to cum, not when you see the pre-cum oozing out.

He went back to jacking, and when the pre cum began to flow from his pee hole, he used it as a lube and kept going, stopping a few minutes later as he said he could feel himself approaching the edge. I told him that when he reached that point, to grab his balls, now pulled into his abdomen, and message them back out, or, grab the base of his cock and squeeze. He tried the later and felt the urge to cum subside. He smiled as he resumed jacking, this time longer before he again grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed.

I told him “It won’t all work every time, but you need to train your türkbükü escort mind and body to cum when you want, not when your cock says so.”

“Maybe another distraction will help you.”

“Like what?”” He asked.

“Let’s try this.” I said as I moved myself more to his front, reached for his balls with one hand and slid my other hand down to his ass hole, slowly fingering his hole as he continued to stroke his dick. With the pressure on his balls, as I applied squeezing and pulling pressure to them and the pressure of my finger at his hole, seemed to take his mind off an early orgasm. His pre-cum slowed, his eyes closed, his hips began to gyrate in a new rhythm.

We continued to watch and I took hold of his left hand and brought it over to my cock and invited him to jack my cock, as I knew he had never done that before. He slowed jerking his meat and began to explore my cock and cock’s head and balls. It was only now that he realized I had no pubic hair… that I was shaved clean, cock, scrotum, and ass hole, all of it.

“When did you have that done? Since you had hair there when you shot this video? I can see it as Liz sucks your cock and as it sinks into her pussy and pubic hair”.

“We got silly after a day at the beach and a few bottles of wine, and sat out on the deck and did each other. Not a drop of blood was shed, but a lot of pussy juice and cum did flow”.

He was quiet as the video ended with my orgasm onto Liz’s chest and face.

“Any more?” he asked.

“Sure, here’s one you might enjoy. This video I shot out on the deck and you could see neighbor’s houses in the background”.

“Couldn’t they see you as you fucked?” he asked.

My simple reply was, “Sure and that is what made it more exciting… the thought of us as exhibitionists and them as voyeurs.”

As the video showed my cock pushing into Liz pussy, he turned to me and asked, “Could you tell me when you are going to do that again, so I can watch from the fence, or even through the glass doors of the deck if you do it after dark?”

I thought about it and said I would do it and let him know when. At that his stroking sped up and soon he was squirting cum all over his chest, face and the couch. I was right behind him as his orgasm triggered my own, and was turned on even more as Dan turned his head to closely watch my cock shoot my load, one squirt at a time.

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She arrives at the airport a few hours before he does. They had already agreed to meet at the hotel instead of her waiting at the airport. At the front desk she informs the clerk that the other party will be checking in soon and gives his name, instructing her to give him his key when he arrives. She gets to the room and being slightly nervous she goes to the bar in the corner and pours a drink. Sipping it slowly she moves over to the bed to unpack her things. She’s humming slightly to herself and decides to put on the radio. The sounds softly drifting in the room make her start to sway with the beat. She thinks back to how long they have known each other.

How well they know each other… the thoughts and feelings they have shared makes her feel closer to him then any person she has ever known. The alcohol is starting to warm her… to calm the butterflies in her stomach. As she thinks more about the different conversations they’ve had her mind drifts to the many discussions on sex and she feels the warmth start to gather… and a heat starts to build. She wonders if he will make her body respond as quickly as his voice can. She wonders and then realizes that of course he will. The feelings they have for each other are strong and knowing that soon she will be in his arms and they will finally be together and alone makes her very bodrum escort bayan happy… and horny.

She glances at the clock and knows that his plane will not land for another hour. That gives her plenty of time to get out her toys and relieve the urgent need that is building quickly. She wants to be in control when they are finally together. She removes her clothes… takes a long drink out of her glass and stretches out on the bed… parting her legs her fingers find her clit and as her fingers start to move… to rub against her… she moans out loud. The other hand reaches for the dildo…

He gets out of the cab in front of the hotel and looks up at the windows wondering which one is their room. He wonders briefly if he should call from downstairs to let her know he caught an earlier flight and will be up in a few minutes. He hurries inside to the front desk. Once there he collects his key and moves to the bank of elevators. Looking around once the doors slide shut he wonders what she is doing… if she is as nervous as he is. He stands in front of their door for a few minutes… taking deep breaths… and puts the key in the door. As he opens the door he notices right away that the blinds are slightly drawn, putting the room in shadow. He also hears a soft moan.

His bitez escort cock responds immediately. he moves into the room softly closing the door. It closes with a soft click. He moves a few feet into the room and can see the bed. He looks at it and sees her laying there with her knees bent. Her hands busy working on her pussy. One hand is pumping a dildo in and out and the other is working on her clit. She has her hips moving and is moaning… “C’mon you slut… you know you want to cum. Fuck that pussy girl. Fuck it harder.”

You watch as she slaps her pussy. A sharp sting that makes her inhale sharply. Your cock responds immediately. She didn’t hear you come in. You are watching her do what you have heard so many times over the phone. Standing in the corner, still in the shadows where you wont be observed you watch, and stroke your cock.

And listen to her… “are you going to cum for him? He wants to watch you cum… UUUUUmmmmmmmnnnnnn he’s stroking that cock for you girl. give him a show you slut. ” She knows you are there… and you stay still watching her move her hips off the bed. fucking the dildo. Her hips are moving with her words. she reaches to her nipples and pinches them. You can hear her voice change pitch. You know she is getting closer. You move closer gümüşlük escort to the bed… watching her. stroking your cock , the precum making it so slippery. She catches your eye and you move to her head… standing next to the bed you lean over with your free hand and grab a nipple, twisting it.

You know she wants to be bad. You are going to treat her like a whore first. The 2 of you have so much passion built up you both need to have dirty nasty sex. She still has the dildo buried in her cunt as she slides to the side of the bed and lets her head drop off the side. You need no further invitation and you drop forward your arms on each side of her and slide your cock into her waiting mouth. You moan out loud at the feel of her lips wrapped around your dick. The sensations wash over you as her mouth starts to suck… her lips moving over you. You start moving your hips… fucking her mouth. Start off with fast little movements then you start sliding… real long deep strokes. In and out of her mouth. She moans at how good it feels to have your cock in her mouth finally.

You reach over and slide the dildo in her pussy in rhythm with your cock sliding in and out of her mouth. Her movements start to get frantic. her moans deeper she’s letting you know now is the time. You pull out of her mouth and start to jack off. Aiming to shoot your cum over her face. As the first stream shoots out of your dick you moan loudly as it lands on her… as soon as she feels it hitting her face it sends her over the edge. She arches her back and cums… hard.

She opens her eyes… smiles at him. “Nice to meet you,” she says. He smiles back… “Nice to meet you too.”

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