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“So? A pool? Here?” I ask.

“What do you think?”

“Sit here.” I direct.

“Why?” Bonnie asks.

“Just a little idea about scope and scale for a pool. We have to consider the direction of the sun, location of trees. Stuff like that.” I reply.

“How long do these things take?”

“Well, about 2 weeks if we use the insert. I’m not sure we can afford to have a concrete pool poured. The hole for the insert is dug, a crane places it in, and then the finish out takes as long as necessary.”

“Can I still get my permanent loungers in a beach entry?” Bonnie asks.

“Why?”

“So I can do this.”

Still sitting on the grass, Bonnie wiggles her body out of her shorts and lifts her shirt over her head. Making short work of her bra and panties, Bonnie is quickly sunning in the nude.

“I see you’ve given this some thought.” I reply, looking around somewhat nervously.

“What’s wrong? Never seen your wife naked?”

“Ha! It’s not me I’m worried about.” I start scanning the boundaries of our backyard.

“Trust me, there’s no one around. And if there was, so be it. I’m ready to enjoy this backyard the right way.”

“Explain your intentions.”

“Not sure how to quantify it, but we’ve worked so hard to have all this, and we should enjoy it as we see fit. Kinda one thing led to another as I surveyed our backyard. Why should I not be able to enjoy our hard work, and what does it matter what anyone says?”

“So that explains your current state. What happens next?”

“You fuck me of course. Isn’t that what you want?

“Always.”

“Well here I am.”

“Put on your bra and panties.” I direct.

“Of course.”

Bonnie shimmies back into her panties and covers her tits.

“Come here.”

“Let’s see if I understood you correctly…I can just undress you out here, even if the neighbors can see?” I ask as I pull a bra strap off a shoulder.

“Yes.”

“You want other people to see your hard nipples?” Off comes the other strap and a breast is easily uncovered.

“Yes, very much so.”

“And you’ll just stand here while I undress you?” Off comes the bra, and I reach for Bonnie’s hips.

“Yes. I’ll beg you to strip me if you want.” Bonnie’s voice is as deep as I’ve ever heard.

Leaning her back against my chest, Bonnie’s eyes are closed. Her body puts up no resistance as my fingers slip under her panties.

“Do you want to just be naked, or also fingered while others may be watching?” I cover her pussy with my right hand while my left separate the material from her skin.

“I’m yours…. all yours. Just tell me what to do.” Bonnie’s breathing is deep and heavy.

As the panties head back down her legs, Bonnie opens for my fingers.

“I think you’ll get the hang of this pretty quickly. Take me inside. I need to ride you.” Bonnie tells me.

Scooping her up into my arms, I carry Bonnie inside. We stop at the couch. I’m barely able to take off my shorts and sit down before she is on top of me.

“I can’t wait to ride you in our new pool.” Bonnie reaches multiple orgasms almost immediately.

Over the course of the following week, my thoughts are filled with a naked Bonnie and a new pool. I have to make it happen, and I have to take advantage of my newly uninhibited wife.

“I know that look.”

“What? Don’t you trust me?” I ask.

“After last weekend, I’m not sure what to expect. But, the answer is always ‘yes’. That said, you may have to work for it today.” Her look is tempting.

After a few weeks of almost daily rain, we finally caught a break last weekend and were able to work outside in the backyard. The early Spring temps weren’t overbearing, but the humidity brought the heat index to above 90. After about an hour, we were both sweating. I was quickly out of my work shirt, and being commando, as always, allowed me to feel good in just my shorts.

Bonnie, my wife of many years, wasn’t so lucky. I had gone inside to fetch our hats when the sun came out full bore on us. Back outside, I could see something was different.

“I hope you don’t mind, but I had to get out of my bra.”

That’s what was different. Standing, Bonnie’s nipples poked the inside of the tank top just enough. I knew I needed to play it cool or she would hide all her goods, especially the sideboobs.

“Amazing. Like I’ll mind.”

Both of us scanned the boundaries of the yard, and determined she was safe from prying eyes. We returned to work, and I got to thinking about getting that tank top off her. I found my opportunity when we got back to the garden area to remove weeds and harvest some peppers and blueberries.

We haven’t lived here very long. We found a great deal on this house and the potential for the backyard was pretty good. The neighbors have been pleasant enough, but everyone keeps to themselves. Our immediate neighbors aren’t too close, so our house is perfectly private.

Running inside, I got a bowl for our veggies and some sunscreen. Kneeling beside Bonnie, I put the bowl in between us and got some of the lotion ordu escort onto my hands.

“Here you go.” I said as I rubbed her shoulders and arms.

“Thanks.”

“Soooo? Next month happens to have National Nude Day. Interested in going naked all day?” I probe gently.

“What? How do you know this? Wait, I know. You know more useless stuff than most people will ever care about?”

“True. I heard about it a few years ago, and have kinda wondered if we could pull it off.”

“Well, I can certainly see going naked out here. I’m sure you realized that part already.

“That’s what I was thinking. It could be just a fun and silly day.

“You’ll go naked, too? Oh, wait….stupid question.”

“Of course I’ll join you. Wanna practice?”

“Surprised I am not by that question. What do you have in mind?”

“Well, let me move your tank top around. You can trust me.” I answer preemptively seeing her skeptical look.

“Okay.” The answer comes as Bonnie stands up in front of me.

Despite my surprise, I move quickly to pull the tank straps off her shoulders, careful to keep the shirt over her tits. Then, I roll the shirt up to create a tube top type of effect. Grabbing more sunscreen, I rub a fresh layer on the top of Bonnie’s cleavage and around her waist. The tank is somewhat looser than I anticipated, so I turn Bonnie around and tie a knot into the material to tighten it around her tits.

“How’s that?” I ask after I inspect my work.

“Actually, not bad. I can’t wear it out in the front yard, but this is good coverage for back here.”

“Would a thong work back here?” I ask hopefully.

“For sure. Here you go.”

With that, Bonnie takes off her shorts, revealing a thong. I have quite the visual feast. I thought I just wanted to see nipples, but now the amount of skin is simply breathtaking. As we resume our gardening, I’m treated to extended views of her ass and I’m hopeful this will go farther and farther over the next 30 days or so.

My spirits are buoyed by how we end our afternoon. Hose in hand, I water where needed to help our plants in the heat. Bonnie joins me for a moment, then heads inside. At least that’s what I thought.

“Hey, here’s your chance.” Bonnie tells me.

I turn to find her, back up against the wall by the hose bib.

“I’m all yours as long as the water is on.” She tells me, and I see her hand on the faucet.

I move quickly and begin spraying her with the water. Bonnie slowly turns down the water so I have to continue moving to her to keep the water on her. Just as the water is as low as possible, Bonnie turns it back up and then pulls her tank top completely off.

Standing there, I’m in awe of my wife’s amazing body. I move in and begin kissing Bonnie while moving the hose down to the front of her thong. Bonnie grabs the hose, so now I’m able to grab her tits and begin kissing her.

“I just needed to cool off my pussy. Working out here like this has me completely turned on.”

As I continue to fondle and kiss, Bonnie works the water over her soft skin and I can feel her muscles respond to the wet stimulation. Reaching down with both hands, I work the thong off her thighs and spread her legs to allow the full pressure of the water to hit her pussy just right.

With the fingers of my right hand, I’m able to spread her wide open and I can feel the water hit my fingers and her lips.

“Stand back. I need you to watch.”

Following her request, I step back. Bonnie lowers her body against the wall of the house, legs still spread. Looking me in the eyes, she keeps the water pointing in between her legs. Imagine the hottest woman you’ve ever seen spraying water into their pussy, completely naked, in your backyard.

Seizing the opportunity, I quickly run over to the nearby patio set and remove a lounger cushion. Placing it in the grass under the full sun, I watch as Bonnie cums over and over. I move to her side and turn off the water.

“Go lay down and dry off in the sun.” I tell Bonnie as she stands.

“Okay. Damn, that felt good.”

“It looked amazing. Now do you see the possibilities for National Nude Day?”

“Right now, I can’t see much. I need to recover.” Bonnie says. She is quite the sight there on the ground as the sun dries her off.

I don’t care if she is recovered; I wait long enough for Bonnie to dry off then carry her inside for a prolonged session of lovemaking.

A few days later, I’m greeted at home by Bonnie, yet again in a thong and the improvised tube top. I barely have my lunchbox on the kitchen counter before she is all over me.

“So, how you feel about other people seeing me dressed like this?”

“I’m good as long as you’re comfortable.”

“Good, because something just happened.”

“Oh?”

“I was going to surprise you outside like this, but I panicked when I heard the backdoor lock behind me when I went outside. Okay, so it wasn’t so much panicking as it was I saw an opportunity to try something even newer.”

“Oh?” My curiosity is osmaniye escort piqued.

“I walked around front to the garage door and used the keypad to get into the house. I walked as slowly as I could. I didn’t look around. I did fumble at the keypad a few times, due to being somewhat nervous I guess. But I got in and then looked out the front windows to see if anyone saw me.”

“Was anyone lucky enough?” I ask.

“Maybe that guy a few doors down across the street. I’m not sure. Anyway, you drove up, and here I am, heart still beating like crazy, and I’m sure I’m wet as hell.”

“Let’s find out.”

Picking Bonnie up, I place her on the counter, spread her legs, and then dive into her with my tongue. Wet or not, she is the deliciousness I needed after a day at work.

“Yup. The blood and juices are definitely flowing into all of your delicious parts. Let me know when you’re ready to turn up the heat a little more.”

“What would you do with me right now?”

“I’d take your top off, open the garage door and have you go out to my car to look for something in the trunk.”

“Do it.”

I don’t need to be told twice. After pulling her top off, I head into the garage. Opening the door, I walk out to the mailbox at the curb. After looking into it, I look up and see my topless wife walk to the back of my car. Standing with her back to the street, Bonnie opens the trunk and bends over to look inside. With only a thong on, time freezes. I’m at the mailbox, speechless.

After quickly looking around and seeing nobody, I walk back to Bonnie as she continues looking around the trunk.

“You’re amazing.” I tell her, not wanting to block anyone’s view so I stand to Bonnie’s right side.

“Is anyone watching?”

“I don’t see anyone, but maybe someone is inside that we can’t see.”

“Cool.”

“Why don’t you walk around to the backyard, and I’ll follow you.”

“Okay.” Bonnie doesn’t even hesitate and walks to her left and toward the sidewalk leading through the side yard to the back.

I look around again, close the garage door, and follow Bonnie. At the gate, she turns and smiles at me.

“You look amazing.” I tell her.

“Please be a dear and open the gate. It’s awfully complicated.”

Bonnie moves out of my way so I can get the handle pushed down to unlatch the gate. Stepping through, I stop and turn to let Bonnie in.

“You are my knight in shining armor. Thank you for coming to my aid. Here is a small payment.”

With that, Bonnie pulls her thong off and stands just outside the gate.

“Come claim your payment.” She beckons me with the thong.

I slowly take two steps, remove the thong from her fingers, and then allow her to pass.

“What have you done with my wife?” I ask as I watch Bonnie walk into the yard.

“I may be your wife, but I can also be an exhibitionist and a slut, and whatever you need me to be.”

“Cool. Right now I need you to be a potential customer for a swimming pool company.”

“Really!” Bonnie almost squeals.

“Yup. Where do you want it?”

We’ve been talking about getting a pool for some time, and a naked wife with no apparent inhibitions could be an easy sell. As we walk around the yard, Bonnie is so lost in her desires for a pool that her nudity is all but forgotten. We spend several minutes pacing out the perfect location for the pool, its waterfall, and beachside entry.

Finding ourselves at the patio set, we sit down, facing each other on the dual loungers. Bonnie spreads her legs and begins rubbing herself.

“I almost completely forgot I was naked. I may never wear a suit once we get the pool put in. You weren’t kidding about the blood flowing. I can feel and see it.”

Busted, my hardon has tented my pants, and boy does it feel good. I strip down to my boxers and we take another quick walk around the yard.

“So things are looking pretty good for National Nude Day?”

“I’m not so sure. This was pretty crazy. Let’s slow down but still continue pushing my boundaries. Now take me inside and fuck me silly.”

The fucking was the easy part. Bonnie was so worked up from being outside. I was even more worked up after watching her walk naked around the house.

That proved to be a preview of the coming months leading up to National Nude Day. Bonnie greeted me at home everyday in something new and revealing. Our garden got more than enough attention, and the pool plans came along quickly.

The biggest step came one Friday afternoon. Bonnie greeted me in her birthday suit.

“Hey there.” I was very pleased to find her naked.

“Hey. I got some presents for you today.” Bonnie handed me a box.

“Oh?”

“Take a peek. Choose one for me to try on.”

In the box were several swimsuits. I picked one, just a a string by the looks of it, and handed it to Bonnie who went to get changed.

“How do you like it?” Bonnie walked up behind me.

Turning around, I had to stop my jaw from hitting the floor. Her suit was a slingshot, barely covering sinop escort her nipples and pussy.

“Ummmm, wow.”

“Good choice. You go work on the the front flowerbed while the sun’s still up.”

“Gladly.”

Overlooking our front flowerbed is a small patio area. It’s large enough for some individual planter boxes and a couple of chairs. In the right weather, it’s the perfect place to end a long day with a drink. The patio is enclosed by a 3 foot high railing, so this is a great place for seasonal decorations. Every night, the sun sets on our front yard and the branches of the trees out front filter the hot sun.

As I worked out the pesky weeds from between the flowers, Bonnie came out with a couple of drinks. Leaning over the railing to hand me a drink, both of her tits came loose from the half inch wide material covering them. As I drink in both the cold drink and the sight of Bonnie’s tits, I can feel the late sun upon us.

“Pretty hot out here.” I tell Bonnie as I take off my shirt.

“Indeed. Let’s get it even warmer.” Bonnie replies, straightening up from her position over the railing.

With her tits framed by the tightness of the slingshot, Bonnie brings one of the chairs up, and sits down. Placing her feet up on the railing, she slowly spreads her legs so I can not only her tits, but the material covering her pussy begins to squeeze into her soft folds.

Frozen in time, I stare for what seems an eternity as Bonnie looks me in the eye and begins squeezing her nipples with her right hand while her left moves down to her cunt. Running her fingers over what little material is covering her, Bonnie lifts the suit with her index finger and then plunge her middle finger into herself.

“Anyone behind me?” I ask as I pretend to keep working on the flowers.

“Not sure….Don’t care. Let me show you how much I don’t care.”

In one smooth motion, the straps of the suit come off her shoulders, the effect being the loosening of all the material and Bonnie’s pussy comes into full view. She pulls the suit farther into her pussy and begins using it like a silk saddle. Up and down the suit moves as Bonnie fondles both her tits.

“Go for it all.” I direct Bonnie as I stand in front of her to block anyone from watching.

With the sun shining over my shoulders onto her body, Bonnie makes what looks what is going to be quick work. As I stand before her, I pull the stringy suit completely off her. Bonnie responds by lifting her hips to free the suit from under her ass.

Now completely naked, Bonnie does indeed make quick work of her pussy and even gushes a little extra liquid as she cums.

“I can’t wait to drink you up some time tonight. That looks delicious.”

“Whenever you’re ready big guy.” Bonnie responds as she stands.

Taking the suit from my hand, Bonnie slings it over her shoulder and walks into the house. I turn to find absolutely no one but myself enjoying the show. I work a few minutes in the garden then turn on the sprinklers to wet everything down in the late evening sun.

“Bring that bag out back.” I hear Bonnie tell me as I watch her nude body head out to the back yard.

Not one to hesitate, I grab the bag of suits and dutifully follow her outside. I find Bonnie sitting in a chair in the patio set.

“Let’s see what else I found today for you.” She smiles.

I’m not sure what Bonnie bought would qualify as swimsuits in any sense. Like the slingshot, her parts are barely covered. Not that she was covered out front, but one of the suits was completely crotchless, basically just a triangle of strings surrounding her pussy. The top likewise wrapped around her breasts, leaving them hanging out.

“We’re gonna need more sunscreen.” I say as I savor the exposed looks chosen for me.

“I’ve been shopping for what I’ll wear around the pool, not to mention what I’ll wear out here while it’s being built.”

“Oh?” I quickly one and one together.

“Let’s just say I have a plan to meet some neighbors.”

“In these suits?”

“Yep, or less.”

“I have an observation to make, and a question. You’ve evolved into an uninhibited hottie. I love it. I feel like you’ve given me a lot of control over you out here. I really love that part. And the sex. Oh… the sex.” I become lost in my thoughts.

“And your question is?” Bonnie asks.

“What’s next? What’s the big picture?” I ask after regaining some focus.

“I can’t say for sure, but my ultimate fantasy is to have as many neighbors over here as possible for a party. And at some point…” Bonnie trails off.

“What?”

“I’ll make a grand entrance into the backyard…completely naked. It will be that make or break moment. Either everyone joins in, or they leave.”

“Well, if you have a minute, I have a few ideas to make this happen.”

“I’m all yours, even my ears.”

Our plans are put on hold for July 14th. The pool company suppliers were hit by bad weather in the Midwest, and getting pool inserts from other parts of the country proved cost prohibitive. So, we scramble our plans a bit, still focused on the reveal.

I get a preview of Bonnie’s idea one early July afternoon. Coming home, I see a small inflatable pool in the backyard, and Bonnie in it, facing away from the house and into the sun. No doubt she is naked. I decide to join her.

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I’ve been setting up this chapter for a while, even though it was not the original story that filled this space in the tale. It just needs to be told.

Again, as always, this is just a fun romp, everybody. I aim only for the plausibly ridiculous.

———-

Sylvan Courtyard — Eight: Invitation to a Party

———-

The next pool party happened only a week after the wine club situation. I had managed to avoid Henry since that night, despite him being around almost constantly. But avoiding the dude was not going to be an option at the party. Not if I wanted to attend, and of course I was going to attend. I just counted on all the people around to keep Henry in check if Heather had read him totally wrong.

Things were completely chill, however. I still tried to keep away from Henry, but I eventually found myself passing him as I was going toward and he was coming from the keg. We just idly waved at each other and that was that.

I relaxed.

But then I was standing by myself for a minute, taking in the as always excellent scenery, when I sensed a presence beside me.

“So, Ken,” Henry said, looking completely relaxed beside me and happily taking in the same scenery as I was, “I hear that you were my just punishment.”

“Hey! Uh, sorry about that,” I began diffidently.

“Be chill, Bro. I honestly did deserve it… mostly. What guy is going to turn down being kissed and groped by a babe like Sophia? And what guy is going to turn down a lap dance from a babe like Heather…” he added slyly. I continued to eye him warily. “Besides,” he went on, “it sounded hot, and I win in the end anyway.”

He kind of left that hanging like bait, and I figured I owed it to him to rise to it. “Really?” I asked, realizing that while I had a good idea, I was indeed curious about what he meant.

“She had been giving me lapdances right and left all week,” Henry expanded smugly. “And we are usually wearing a lot less than either of you were. I’d say she’s lapped my brains out pretty constantly.”

Felicity had to be beside herself with what she was hearing above her apartment from these two, I realized. I resolved to drop by to see her, the next time I saw Henry visiting…

*

The next few weeks were a blur. Most importantly, my initial call with the department chair out in Colorado went very well, and I promptly found myself with an airline ticket from their travel office, a hotel reservation, and two days of interviews on campus.

The interviews went well. I found most of the faculty I met with to be charming and intelligent. Yes, most–not all. There were a couple of obvious assholes or wastes of oxygen. And most of those didn’t seem to like me much either. I would have to learn to manage them over the years in my path to tenure. But there would be assholes wherever I went, so that was hardly a downcheck for this specific school.

I liked the campus, which was comfortable, small, and backdropped by God’s own utter majesty in the form of 12,000-foot peaks looming in two directions. The facilities they offered for the work I wished to pursue were… well… adequate. But I was fine with that. Part of being ambitious is the desire to build. They had a good foundation. That was the most important thing. The rest, in no small part, would be up to me, should I settle there.

The campus also had an outdoorsy culture, which I liked. Nestled in the high Rockies, with a major ski resort 40 minutes away, the natural scenery, high and low, was stunning. I found myself eager to get out amongst it. And outdoorsy people, faculty and students alike, tend to be fitter and more attractive than average… All the scenery was great, is what I’m saying.

The cost of living in the area was manageable, there were a number of interesting-looking local breweries in town, and I did not find myself instantly loathing absolutely everything and everyone in state politics, which is about as good as you can hope for these days.

I was all in… if they would have me. Had I found a home? This was a profoundly momentous decision nexus in my life, and it actually scared me a little bit. Well, the idea that it might be a wrong move scared me a little bit.

The idea that I might not get the job in the first place scared me a lot.

I flew home with the promise of a swift answer–provisional if that answer was yes. Such a provisional yes would be predicated on my successfully defending my thesis no later than October 24th. By the flight home, I felt good about the chances their answer would be yes. Both my advisor and Professor Thames had primed the pump for me well, and both the Dean and assistant chair of the department out there had been particularly interested in the thrust of my personal research. Amazingly, they also seemed to give a shit that my teaching ability was good and that my students tended to love me.

I re-rededicated myself to polishing my work and preparing myself. I was very lucky to have no classes over the tokat escort summer.

I had my fun, too. I managed to listen in with Felicity on one of Henry’s lap dances, for instance. It was extremely entertaining to so listen. And Heather still somehow did not know who it was yelling so loudly down below her apartment.

Several other women with whom I had played around also found ways to do so again. Susan cruelly flashed me a time or two more before she finally broke down and offered another actual visit–a much longer one.

I was living the life, is what I am saying.

Then one afternoon, I was coming back from a grueling day of creating and checking imagery, and having Patty drag my rewritten section four over the coals, when I realized that I was arriving just as Pole Dance Club was breaking up. I think there were seven girls there that day, or at least that is how many I saw coming out of the gym as the automatic blinds rose.

The club’s members were a variety of shapes and had a variety of personalities. There was Mimi, who I heard was more leading the thing than outright teaching it. Jane had joined, to my surprise, and was among those leaving as I walked by. Becky was also supposed to be in the group, but I did not see her that afternoon.

What I did see, to my shock, was Josie coming out with the others, wearing a leotard under baggy clothes. She was reading her texts, and I heard her grumble to Val Ivanova, “I can’t have a single hour to spin without one of you nimrods breaking something and calling for help.”

Oh, I was going to tease her about this something fierce.

The next day, I saw my chance. Josie was in the front office as I was heading off to campus, arguing on the phone with a contractor or vendor or something. I paused and leaned against the wall to watch her fuming. She saw me there, not doing anything productive, just watching her get angrier and angrier. She grimaced and flipped me off, but I think that might have helped her regain her balance, because her next words were more like herself–less demanding and more compromising.

In less than two minutes, she had reached something akin to a resolution and hung up the phone. As she did so, she flipped me off again for good measure.

I affected an innocent and wronged expression. “Moi? Why are you angry with me?”

“You were just standing there, being entirely unhelpful like everyone else today,” she growled good-naturedly.

“Well, I thought I’d watch you go three rounds with some poor hapless trades-dude,” I drawled.

“She is a trades-wench. And she is the best at what she does,” Jesse snapped. “That unfortunately includes being chronically late for everything including, I project, her own funeral. And why was that so entertaining to you?”

“Oh… I just felt that since I don’t get to see you, of all people, training on a pole I’d watch you go a few rounds with the aforementioned trades-wench.”

Josie glowered at me.

“When did you break down and decide to give it a try?” I asked smirking at her glower.

“While I was installing the pole,” she snapped. “For your information, it is fun. And it really is a sensational workout. I’ve been feeling a little out of shape the last six months or so, and this is helping, thank you,” she said defensively.

I looked at her doubtfully. “You and ‘out of shape’ are not exactly easy concepts to put into the same thought.”

“Thanks,” she grimaced at me. “But I’m just getting in some cardio. That’s no big deal. You, on the other hand, have to live with being the inspiration for the whole enterprise!”

“Hey! I wasn’t pole dancing! No one was pole dancing!”

“No, but watching you got all those girls hot and bothered about stripper stuff.”

“All those girls? You are the one who volunteered to install the pole! And then installed two!”

“I was just reveling in the prospect of Jesse’s face when he found out,” Josie said firmly. “And for the record, the moment of that reveal was everything I had hoped for,” she added in evilly fond memory.

“So it wasn’t until you were installing the poles that you personally got all hot and bothered?”

“Neither hot, nor bothered! But I was working with Mimi while putting them up to her specs, and she conned me into trying it for the workout benefits.”

Well clearly, my efforts to give her a hard time were going to render limited fruit.

“I have to go to work,” I grumbled, and she laughed.

As I walked out, I asked curiously, “So, are you any good?”

“You’ll never know,” she gloated as I walked away.

*

What was supposed to be five hours on campus that day turned into nine. I discovered an implication of my results that I didn’t fully understand, and that was alarming. I spent the whole day reconciling my realization with the established science. It did end up fitting. That meant I could stop worrying about a flaw in my results and start worrying about whether I should include yozgat escort the new insight in my dissertation. I decided that I would not. It was not fully on point with my central thesis, and more importantly, it could form the kernel of my first paper at my new university. A quick publish would do wonders for making sure my promised fast track was fast indeed.

I treated my body badly with a fast food dinner on my way home and I collapsed in the loveseat on my balcony to burn off some stress. I set to playing some new tower defense game, with a glass of Sauvignon Blanc at my side.

I had come home unpleasantly keyed up after the stressful, uncertain day, and this was just what I needed to reset as the sun went down. I should have gone down and worked out. My body needed it. But come on, sometimes you just need to eat a Big Mac and be a schlub.

I considered going down to the gym anyway. The thoughts of those poles were still in my head. Becky had not seemed to have been at the last workout meeting. Maybe she would be down there now, catching up on her training…

There. Those thoughts were enough to elevate my pulse, right? That was enough. Tonight, my body just needed wine and video games.

Jane and Rhonda wandered into the complex and went to circle the pool. They carried a largish flat box between them.

“New TV?” I called down to them with a wave.

“Hey, Ken,” Jane replied, waving back awkwardly with the bulky but not heavy box still in her grasp.

“Old one crapped out,” Rhonda added irritatedly.

“Need any help?” I asked, because of course I did.

They both laughed.

“I think us widdle gurls can manage to unpack this and plug in two cables,” Rhonda said in a dry but childish voice. They both laughed. I waved them away sardonically.

20 minutes later, Becky wandered in toward her apartment, which triggered a return of the pole dancing thoughts in my mind. I pictured her tiny hands wrapped around the brass pole, which would seem huge in their petite grasp…

I wanted to call out, asking her why she missed her exercise this week, but that sounded like something far too creepy, with an added bonus of stalkery, for me to go shouting aloud in the courtyard. Alas.

“How ya’ doing, Becky?” I satisfied myself with.

“It was a good day,” she smiled back up at me.

“Cool. Can I offer you a glass?” I asked, waving mine, still half full, toward her. Becky hanging out in my apartment would be a close second to Becky wrapping her legs around a brass pole and spinning in circles. And Becky in my apartment could quite possibly mean her hands on a pole in my apartment that be a runaway much better thing…

“Sounds good, but I’m actually late,” she said back casually. “I gotta change and head back out.”

“Cheerio,” I waved as she headed off. I wondered where she was going. A date? Or just meeting friends? She seemed mighty perky for just meeting friends.

The sun was down behind the mountain now. Lights in lots of apartments showed occupants, and most of the porch lights had come on automatically. Several stars were already visible overhead in the clear, darkening sky.

I worked my way through the glass, and through several regiments of dead video game goblins.

I looked around to stretch my neck, and noticed right across from me that Rhonda and Jane’s porch light was off again. That meant I could see through the sheers of course, where the TV box was now empty and leaning up against the window, and the long pieces of white styrofoam packing were scattered on the living room floor.

The lights were low in the rest of the apartment, but the glow from the new flatscreen did a fine job illuminating things enough to see. Rhonda and Jane had a bottle on the coffee table in front of their couch and they were curled up together, watching.

What did married lesbians watch on TV on a weeknight? Bravo? Not those two. PBS? Schwarzenegger movies? I snorted and changed my iPad to Ticket to Ride. My fingertips were getting sore from mowing down goblins.

I looked up again and realized that Jane and Rhonda were ignoring their new purchase. Their cuddle had turned into a clinch, and they were kissing fairly passionately on the couch.

Well, this was much more interesting than 19th century railroad games…

Jane’s hand was suddenly full of Rhonda’s full, rich breast, her fingers squeezing through the silky magenta of the blouse. Rhonda looked like she moaned at that, then brushed a hand briefly over Jane’s breast in return, before sliding it down her belly to rest between her legs. I could not see how active that hand was, but Jane’s hips twisted eagerly.

They kept up like that, but also were talking and laughing. I was entranced. I needed more wine, but fuck that. I was not getting up and going inside for more. I might miss something.

Jane got tired of massaging fabric and started unbuttoning Rhonda’s blouse. In moments, it was open, and zonguldak escort I saw that Jane’s wife had excellent taste in underwear after all. I was a little surprised to learn that she even owned a bra… This one was black and even from my far vantage, I could tell the lace was open and transparent.

It was something new to Jane, apparently, as she stopped with the passion to talk excitedly, I guessed about the bra. Her fingertips stroked the lace and they both looked down at the support for Rhonda’s generous tits. Then they both laughed as Rhonda undid what turned out to be a front clasp, and let Jane eagerly spread the bra wide.

The bra was forgotten as Jane dove in to kiss and suckle on Rhonda’s nipples.

I was on cloud nine, watching these two women together, both now with their hands between the others’ legs, Jane with hers up beneath Rhonda’s white skirt. They writhed like that together until Rhonda got tired of Jane being fully clothed and began to scrabble at her blouse in turn.

This turned swiftly into a full-blown frenzy as they both rushed to undress the other. I was treated to watching a series of breasts being exposed, asses being waved in my direction, and tickles being applied as the two women had each other naked in minutes.

It was so fucking hot.

It also was a bit creepy of me, right? These were my friends–buddies really, certain instances aside.

I sighed. I was hardly going to stop watching. My cock, which was hard as ivory in my pants might have stabbed me in the heart if I had tried to look away. And besides, they knew about the sheers with the porchlight off. It was on them, not me…

I sighed and let myself indulge, not fighting what I was.

After Rhonda had a good long turn attending to Jane’s breasts with tongue and fingers, Jane pulled her taller wife to her feet and the two embraced standing. They kissed deeply, and their hands ran all over one another’s bodies. Jane’s muscular little ass and Rhonda’s luxurious larger one afforded me a buffet of backsides to appreciate, especially as they kept slowly turning around together in each other’s embrace. I was being given every possible angle of both of them as they luxuriated in each other.

Wait.

The both of them really were very much aware of the curtain effect. And the light on their porch had been fixed, so they had to have turned it off manually. And their actions were making for quite the showcase.

And they knew I was out on my balcony this evening.

I snorted quietly and leaned back on my little couch. I wasn’t going to feel concerned about a goddamned thing… except making sure to send a thank you note the next day.

Suddenly, the two of them were laughing with each other, hands never quite stopping fondling the other while they had some discussion that was both intense and silly. At one point, Jane tried to look away from Rhonda. I caught a wicked grin visible on her face because she tried to twist somewhat in my direction, but Rhonda caught her chin instantly and pulled her face back for a brief but deep kiss.

Suddenly, they both nodded and dashed toward the kitchen, affording me a simultaneous view of the full butt buffet at once. Yeah, that worked.

Jane went to rummage in her purse while Rhonda, who was closer to my location, opened the freezer. She pulled out a bottle of what had to be vodka, though I did not recognize the brand, and poured two shots. Jane took one and they looked at each other, still for a moment. Then they toasted and threw back the shots. Then they laughed and turned away again, Rhonda to put the bottle back in the freezer.

My iPad dinged.

I had zero desire to look away, even for a second from the shenanigans across the way, but we are creatures of habit, are we not? I looked down at the text notification.

The text notification from Jane.

JANE: Hope you are enjoying the show. One time offer. One time only. Coming over?

I stared at the text. I spent a while staring, processing what I had just read. This could be complicated. Very complicated. Was this a good idea? How much had they been drinking before I started watching?

I must have dithered for three, maybe even four entire seconds before I was rocketing out of my seat and dashing out the door of my apartment, not even pausing to grab a bottle of wine. I was two steps away from my door before I reversed course, went back in, grabbed the bottle of Côtes de Provence rosé I had been hoarding in my fridge, and then dashed out again.

As I tried to move casually while circling the pool, I was struck with a sudden fit of introspection. It might seem strange for a guy to be struck by a fit of introspection while hustling/not hustling his way to an apartment with two naked women inside, but there you go. Honestly, I suppose it is just odd for guys to be introspective in the first place, right?

The thing that was getting to me was the realization that if Jane and Rhonda were straight and just roommates, I would absolutely not be heading this way, potential threesome or no.

The problem was, I liked both women… a lot. Either one of them, if available, would have scared me to death. I was moving away soon, I’d known I was going before I ever met them. They were moving nowhere.

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JUST TAKE A WALK

“Just take a walk. I dare you.” My boyfriend was asking me to strip naked and walk across the beach to the water. There were people there, including a group of young men. I’d never done anything like that before.

The conversation had started with an afternoon spent on a secluded beach. My boyfriend took me there in May. The weather was getting warmer after a typically miserable winter. I’d worn a brief bikini to give him something to look at and to think about. Our relationship had progressed to where we were fucking each other every weekend. We were at schools an hour apart and two hours from the beach.

We really treasured our time together; young love had stricken us both. We got talking and I said I would do anything for him. He teasingly said that I wouldn’t. We went back and forth about it. I wasn’t thinking about the same “anything” that he was. We were about to begin a game of doing daring things to show we loved each other.

“I don’t believe that you would do anything for me. There are limits to what you would do.” He said.

I laughed and said, “I love you without limits. Name what you’d want me to do for you.” I was curious over what he would think of. Again, He was thinking of different things than I was.

“Take off your top.”

I laughed and said, “No way. I’m not going to show my tits to all these people.”

“Why not?” He asked. “Other women are topless.”

I looked around and saw a few girls lying on their stomachs with their tops undone, but none of them had their breasts exposed, at least not that I could see.

He was laughing and said, “You said you’d do anything for me. I’m beginning to think you are insincere.”

I replied, “I’m letting you fuck me; doesn’t that count.”

He said, “You’re just using me for sex. I know how you girls are.”

That was rich. “Yeah, I’m just interested in your body.”

He asked, “You don’t know any of these people. So what, if they see your tits.”

“You want to watch me get half-naked with other people watching. You’re a pervert.”

He laughed and said, “You already knew that. I’ll bet it will turn you on too, to have people see you naked.”

“Not naked, topless.”

He said, “Why don’t you get completely naked. I’ve seen girls do that here a few times.”

“So, you’ve been here before with your other girlfriends?”

He said, “No me and some guys have been here a few times, enjoying the surf. One time this nice pretty blonde stripped down and went in the water. She was very daring and very beautiful. All of the men were watching her. Wouldn’t you like to have all these eyes on you?”

“No. I’d be embarrassed.”

He noticed my nipples were hard under my top. “Your titties are showing some arousal. Don’t you want to get them out for people to see. There are a few guys over there. Let them see your beauties.”

“You really want me to do this?”

He said, “Yes.”

“I laughed and asked, “What’s in it for me.”

He said, “My cock will be in it, if you get your tits out.”

He pulled his bathing suit aside and his cock popped out. It was hard, thinking of me being naked on the beach. His arousal stimulated mine. I liked getting him stiff. Just the thought of showing my tits did that. My self-esteem was stroked whenever he became aroused on my behalf. I wondered how I would feel with other men looking at me.

I did it. I reached behind me and undid my top. I didn’t lay on my stomach. I sat there with my tits dangling from my chest, in the bright sunlight for the first time ever. I put my elbows behind my head to push my breasts out provocatively.

“Show me your cock again.”

He pulled his suit aside again and exposed his boner at full-mast. I grabbed it and gave it a few strokes. His eyes glazed over like they do when he gets into a sexual trance.

“Put some lotion on me.” I asked, lying on my back.

He kırşehir escort filled his hands with sunscreen and proceeded to thoroughly coat my breasts with the slimy oil. Having him massage my tits in public was truly erotic.

“I’m so hot. You need to take me home and fuck me.” I said.

He proceeded to put more oil on his hands and slide them down over my stomach. He slid his hand under the top of my bikini and rubbed his fingers through my pubic hair. I didn’t stop him when his hand slid lower and found the slit concealing my female treasures. I looked around to be sure nobody was watching. I was embarrassed to see one couple watching my boyfriend diddle me in public. I wanted to stop him, but didn’t. It felt too good. His finger was sliding along between my labia, stimulating my clitoris and teasing the opening to my vagina. I could feel my arousal build. I wondered if he was going to make me come right there with people watching. I usually trusted him and let him decide what he was going to do to me. He had put his fingers inside me a number of times, so it wasn’t at all unusual. Doing it in public was different, but I trusted him to not do anything bad. Silly me.

I didn’t move when he pulled my suit down, exposing my bush to the sun and our neighbors. His finger slid into me and I lost any control I had over the situation. When my boyfriend fingered me, I was totally at his mercy. He slid my suit down a bit more. I foolishly lifted my butt, helping him strip away the only remaining modesty that I had.

With my swimsuit at my thighs, my pussy was exposed. He pulled it past my knees to my ankles, so he could spread my legs apart, gaining better access for his fingers in my vagina. I looked around. The beach wasn’t very crowded, but at least one other couple was watching us. He was stripping me in public and I was so horny that I was letting him. My legs were spread and our audience could see all my assets. When he pulled the suit over my foot, I was essentially nude.

I was afraid that he was going to fuck me right there on the beach and I was also afraid that he wasn’t going to fuck me right there on the beach. I knew we shouldn’t do it, but my senses had taken over and I was at his mercy.

He stopped, looked at me and smiled and said, “Strip naked and walk down to the water and back.”

I looked at him. I was naked already except for the suit uselessly dangling off one ankle.

“Just take me to your apartment and fuck me.” I pleaded.

He said, “You said you’d do anything I asked. Prove it.”

I said, “You’ve stripped me naked and are fingering me on the beach. What else can I do?”

He said, “Prove you love me by doing anything I ask. Stand up where I can see you.”

“Everyone else will see me too.”

“That’s okay. Do it for me.”

I looked around to see who was watching. I’m sure most of the people were. There were about twenty people near us including a group of young men. Despite my modesty, I felt free with my body naked and I got to my feet. The warm sunlight on my normally hidden anatomy felt good and aroused me.

The other people on the beach, including the few couples and the group of guys I mentioned who were off to one side were watching me intently. I defiantly stood there. If my boyfriend wanted me to get naked for all those people, I obediently did as he asked. I allayed my embarrassment with the logic that I was not in control, but he was. I trusted him to protect me.

I stood there naked in front of my boyfriend and anyone else who wanted to look for a few minutes. My nipples were hard. There was heat in my crotch from arousal. I felt so sensuous and sexual. It was a high. I was stark naked with numerous strangers leering at me. I felt the tingle in my pussy.

“Walk to the water and back.” He said. I hesitated and he said, “Just take a walk. I dare malatya escort you.”

I gathered my courage. I didn’t look at my admirers. I didn’t know any of these people so why should I care if they see me naked. I just turned and began to walk across the beach. I considered holding my hands over my goodies to cover myself, but that wasn’t what he wanted. I left my hands at my side and walked. My bare back and ass were facing my boyfriend. I’m sure he enjoyed the view. He took a few photos with his phone. I went by a young couple who looked at me and smiled. The girl stared disapprovingly at her partner who was ogling me. Then I went by two couples sitting together. I felt their eyes examining me as I walked by. In my peripheral vision, I could see them focusing on my tits and my pussy. I had never felt so excited. I was amazed at my daring behavior. I approached the water and a few young guys walked by me. One guy tried to act like he didn’t see me, but I saw his eyes taking in my features. Two other young men stood and openly stared at my naked body. They were looking at my hairy pussy. I was nervous and kept my gaze straight ahead, but felt exhilaration at my first time as an exhibitionist.

When I got to the water, there were a few people playing in the surf. I walked in beside them. “Boy this water feels good.” I said to them as I walked out to where it was deeper. The water was cold and I felt the waves washing against my pussy and stomach. It took my breath away. I was up to my thighs with my naked breasts tipped by my extremely hard nipples. One guy tried to strike up a conversation, but I gave him a few short answers. I dove into the water and got my hair wet, the hair on my head, the other hair was already wet. The cold water dripped from my breasts. I was breathing heavily from the cold surf which accentuated the prominence of my tits. I knew I looked hot and I knew people were watching. I was facing away from the beach, but dozens of eyes were focused on me. My naked ass, with the two creamy mounds and the sexy cleft between them and my naked back and shoulders were turned toward them. I walked in farther to where my pussy and ass were below the water providing some modesty.

After a few minutes of enjoying the surf breaking against my nude body, I turned to walk back toward the beach.

Now, for the return trip. I knew my boyfriend and the others on the beach would be able to see my front side, my tits and pussy, as I walked toward him. I lifted my arms over my head, fooling with my wet hair but also to make my tits stand out. If he wanted me to give the people a show, I would give them a good one. The sun felt warm on my body. I also sensed the heat from the eyes that were watching me. I slowly walked out of the surf. I noticed a few phones aimed at me, taking photos or video. I didn’t shy away from the attention. I was committed and determined to complete my walk in a casual manner, as if nobody was watching.

I took an indirect route, walking off in the direction of the group of young men. They watched me approach and they were quiet as I walked toward them. They didn’t want to do anything to distract from what they were seeing.

I walked to within about ten feet of them and stopped. As I stood before them stark naked, I asked, “What time is it? I have to get to class.” They were cute as they fumbled around looking for a watch while not taking their eyes off of me. One guy held up his phone, pretending to look at the time, but actually taking photos of me. I heard the click of his camera capturing my nude image. He told me the time and I thanked them. I turned to walk away from them and pretended to have something on my foot. I bent over and rubbed my foot and my ankle, giving the cute guys a rear view of my pussy (a squirrel shot) and a good look at my ass. They were speechless as I walked away.

I quickly niğde escort walked the rest of the way back to my boyfriend, who was now taking a video of me. My tits were bouncing as I hustled toward him. When I got there, I didn’t stop. I walked by him quickly and said, “Let’s go. Take me home. I need to be fucked.”

He immediately gathered our stuff and followed me as I walked to our car, still naked. There were a lot of people in the parking lot, but I didn’t care who saw me. I had a need that was making my pussy all wet. My boyfriend let me walk ahead and then came to the car slowly. I stood there, exhibited to the voyeurs in the parking lot. He got in and we drove off. I stayed naked in the car. He had put my clothes in the back seat where I couldn’t easily reach them. I didn’t care. We drove through some pedestrian areas and a few people saw my naked tits through the open window. I closed my eyes and dozed off for a bit on the ride back to his apartment. He was amazed that I had done it. I reminded him that I had said I would do anything for him. I could see he was thinking of other things he could ask me to do.

When we got back home, he wanted me to get dressed before we went into his apartment. I put my sundress on. As we walked up the stairs to his apartment, two young guys walked below the stairs and had a fantastic upskirt look at my ass and my pussy.

When we got into his apartment, we were both so horny that we didn’t bother with the bedroom. I pulled my dress over my head and he stripped as well. He took me right on the living room floor. After hours of anticipation, I finally felt his prick slid into my hot vagina. I gasped when he entered me with one form stroke. His cock was very hard and he proceeded to vigorously fuck me.

One of his roommates was there. He heard us and came out. He watched us for a few minutes, then went back to studying. I flipped us over so I could be on top. I sat on his cock and told him about walking nude on the beach.

“I felt everyone’s eyes on me. They were looking at my pussy and my tits. I was getting wet down there and missed having your fingers inside me. I was thinking of fingering myself in the surf. Would you have liked to see me do that?”

He groaned and said, “That would’ve been fantastic, having everyone watch you.”

I lifted off his prick and moved up over his head. I lowered my pussy onto his face and told him about walking by all those people who were looking at me as I ground myself on his face.

“They all could see everything I had. The young guys in the water were just staring at my pussy. When I bent over and showed those boys my pussy, I felt the juices coming out of me. I was so hot. They were looking right at my cunt.”

I fucked his face, trying to smother him with my pussy. I poured my female cum over his face and then got to my hands and knees. He fucked me from behind. We were pretty loud. His roommate was disturbed enough to come to the door to watch us. I looked up at him and watched him get his cock out and stroke it while he watched us fuck. I moved my eyes between his and his prick. He had it in his hand and was methodically stroking it. I had only seen my boyfriend’s cock, so seeing another one aroused me. He was jacking-off over me.

I impulsively said to him, “Come here and I’ll suck your cock.”

My boyfriend didn’t object. He began to pump faster and harder into my pussy when he saw his friend’s cock go into my mouth. I put my lips around the new dick. I wasn’t very experienced at sucking cock, but I did the best I could. My boyfriend came inside me and I released his roommate’s cock before it came. I knew he would finish himself in the privacy of his bedroom. I went into my boyfriend’s room and crawled into his bed naked. He joined me.

We rested and then he showed me the pictures of me walking around naked which led to another session. We fell asleep with the sweat-covered sheets curled around us.

All of this led to my taking a job at a strip club for a few months to earn some spending money. I enjoyed being nude with other people watching.

Years later, we still get off looking at the photos and remembering the time I ‘just took a walk’.

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“Are you two sluts done licking the hell out of one another?”

Henry McKellen checked in periodically via skype between designing a scene in his RPG game Frisque, to check on his 19 year old co-worker Tessa Harper and her roommate foreign exchange student Svetlana Toyobich. Both had been making love for over an hour taunting him as he waited on them to finish up. While it was difficult to keep from being distracted by the two gorgeous blonds he had managed to complete a rather steamy scene between his male lead character modelled after himself and his female counterpart Emma. Emma herself retooled to look exactly like his neighbor Piper Cherry in every way. She was one smoking hot slut on screen as much as in reality. Within the scene he had rough caricatures of two smaller girls peeking through a doorway watching his leads have hardcore sex on a sofa. While without hair color and features he stopped short of going further with their design. “Am I really considering this? Using my daughters in my game just seems so wrong.”

“Jealous Henry?” Tessa sat up alongside her friend Svetlana both quite naked now that a Trekkie shirt had been beamed out of the picture. Holding one another the bisexual buddies teased each other still with kisses, licks, and caresses.

“I heard you both saying Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy. Hint taken but I haven’t put a face on either daughter’s image. Here I’ll show you what I’ve done while you bitches 69’d your way to a 70’s climax.” He turns his laptop to face his designing monitor and plays the artwork in slow motion, all without moans or voices, those would be added later. Tessa stepped away from Svetty and returned to her desk chair, Svetlana following her and hugging her from behind, chin on her besties shoulder. “Notice the framing of the two daughters in the background? There! I set the stage. What I’m not certain of is your suggestion in using the likenesses of my own kids. They might be mortified when they finally see this. You know the older they get that’s inevitable.”

“You worry too much Henry.” Tessa speaks as Svetty kisses her neck. It was hard for her not to smile. “You might not notice it unless you actually look for it but daughters always crush on their dad’s. They’re the center point alpha male all of their lives. It’s bred into their DNA to be a part of you.”

“Ummm! I’m the guy that made them.” He scowls.

“Exactly! That makes the allegiance even tighter. You know I used to have sex with my dad, stepdad too. I grew up adoring my dad so it seemed right. Still does.”

“Yes Henry.” Svetty stops taunting Tessa and enters the conversation, “In Russia it is natural to enjoy family. I too have slept with my father, uncles as well. Brothers not so much. Quite vile!”

“Yeah? Well I’m not sleeping with my girls. This is a game not reality.”

“Yes, yet you want to model the designs after Dakota and Sable don’t you?”

“That was your brainstorm not mine. I mentioned this incest stuff to Josie, almost asking permission to use the idea in Frisque.”

“What did Wifey say?” Tessa shivered at Svetty’s continued kisses to her neck, fingers tweaking at her nipple erection as if tuning a radio dial.

“She’s fine as long as that line is never crossed with our daughters. Even if I model them appearances identically to them. Josie trusts me not to step over that line.”

“Awesome! Your fans are going to go nuts. Nutting even.” Tessa giggles, “Svetty stooooop!” The Russian beauty had turned Tessa in her seat to enable her to kiss her nipples rather than pinch at them. Henry had a perfect view of Svetty’s tongue lashes over Tessa’s perky pink nips, teeth tugging on them for a rejoiceful gasp of luxury. Lips pulling and torturing were calling the wild, moans, and barely audible howls of opinion. Henry just sat and watched them all over again.

“Is incest really that popular?”

Panting Tessa tried to focus between conversation and stimulation. “More than you know. Look up the statistics online. It’s the number one fantasy among men and women to roleplay Daddy/Daughter. Another stat I read said 70% of young girls have fantasies of being with their Father’s.”

“That high? No shit! Damn! What’s the world coming to?”

“They’re cumming to one another Henry. That’s the point. Your fanbase will blow up once you really get in there and explore incest more.”

“Do you truly believe that Svetty?” Henry needed a second opinion. Svetty pauses in her feasting to lay her cheek on Tessa’s breast.

“I am busy with sister…Daddy.” Her words cut deep. Returning to her mouthful Tessa sighed.

“There you have it Dad. Right from the mouth of babes.”

“I’m gonna take a break.” Henry had to digest it all, “Have to run some errands anyway. I’ll get back with you this afternoon.”

“Will do.”

“Wish me luck Henry.” Svetty broke away long enough to say.

“Luck? What for?”

“New job interview. Tired of swimming with small fish.” Svetty spoke, being a swim coach at a YMCA.

“Doing what?”

“Stripper.” tokat escort She winked. “I will dance for you.”

“Bring it to the stripper pole Ruskie.” Henry chuckled patting his ever hard cock, standing enough to share in it’s size. He had long lost his pants and underwear, just sitting in his t-shirt.

“Were you jerking off watching your daughter’s play with one another Big Daddy?” Tessa giggled.

“Naaa! I downsized you two for awhile or I’d never got any work done.”

“That certainly didn’t downsize.”

“I might not have watched you two sluts but I heard you. Good luck Svetty. Let me know if you land the job I’ll stop by the spank bank for tip money.”

“No money Daddy. You bring that tip. I spend…time.” She taps Tessa’s monitor right over the image of his penis. It was almost as if he felt the tap on his cock. Her accent drove him insane.

“Alright Kids. Daddy has to go. Look for a Tess later text…other way around. ” He laughed. She shook her head and severed the skype feed. Tessa took Svetty back to bed and returned the favor. Her interview was two hours away more than enough time to enjoy their morning.

“Crazy kids I swear.”

********

“Why are you not texting me back?”

Sable McKellen checked her cellphone in between classes. Emotional over what she and Travis Herbert had been put through yesterday, he being tied nude against his will to the bleachers in the gymnasium, and she caught trying to rescue him in a compromising pose. Having cell video taken in her awkward positions made it look as if she was giving Travis a blowjob, so not the case. Kids were really cruel sometimes.

She had been minimally teased over it while at school even though the video went viral. She concluded that was because of the respect the students had toward her Mother Josie who taught at Horton-Dexter, and new Counsellor Piper Cherry. Cruel or not, a large portion of the school had found loyalties toward those two women. Reason being they were easy on the eyes and…well, just easy period. Every period until the final bell.

“Should I call him? I mean if he’s not texting it must mean that he’s humiliated even of me. I didn’t try to help him the first time when Corey Samson turned him upside down in the garbage can. I would hope he knew I felt bad about that by helping the second time he was being harassed.” She just didn’t know what to do.

“Hey Sable Baby.” A feminine voice drew her eyes up from her cell.

“Hi Tawny.”

“You okay? You look miserable.”

“Just everything that happened yesterday. Between Travis, the stupid video, cheerleading practice, my mom being…I don’t know what she’s being these days.” She did, she just didn’t want to spread more rumors about Josie and her seeing Coach Crandell. Sadly, that was the tip of the iceberg. Nobody was spreading any rumors over her Mother’s other activities to make things worse in her mind. At least at the moment.

“Don’t give up on the cheerleading. If you need my help I’m there for you. I know Robin and the other girls are supposed to help you too, but they have better things to do. Guys even, if you know what I mean. Face it cutie we’re all sluts. Even me, I just have more heart than those skanks.”

“Thanks Tawny. I just need to clear my head more. If Travis would text me that would put at least one thing weighing on me at ease.”

While the girls talked, a gathering of boys including Corey Samson were walking their way taking turns holding something up to their noses one at a time. Tawny wincing at them shook her head. “Some bitch lost her panties. Those freaks are high on snatch.” Sable stared at them in pacing but thought very little of it. As long as they weren’t hers.

“Damn Dakota smells good.” Wrestler Lonnie Frame chuckled inhaling deeply before passing the thong off. Corey Samson was the man of the hour having hold of that slingshot. They all presumed he was seeing Dakota on the side. He said nothing to dissuade their thoughts.

“COREY!!” Dakota caught up from the other direction walking at a rapid pace toward the panty raiders. Each step she made her opened cleavage showed a beautiful dance of jiggling breasts hiding out in their sparse coverage. She had left her dress unbuttoned during Geometry a tad more than usual in walking, totally stressed by the loss of her undies. With that dress fanning open to just above her belly button it was one hell of a visual.

Corey quickly reclaimed her thong and hid it behind him to avoid her taking it back. The closer she got the more jaws dropped. “Give it back.” She threatened him with a bitter expression. He laughed at her and let her march right up to him chest to chest.

“Give what back?” He played dumb as the other guys chuckled yet found her chest just a bit too alluring to laugh too hard. “No clue what you’re talking about Beautiful.” A boy behind him took her thong from Corey and hid it behind his own back for safe keeping. Once no longer in his possession Corey brought his yozgat escort hands around him and placed his palms in front of his pecs to show he didn’t have anything. With his palms poised toward her a boy behind her nudged her directly into Corey, his hands now cupping her tits through her dress material. She bulged her eyes and tried to step back but found herself pinned between Corey’s grip and the boy sealing her in. Corey squeezed her tits twice then paused to let them go. He then acted shocked and looked over her at the boy. “Dude! Uncalled for Bro.” Corey tried to play it off as not his fault.

“I can’t believe you just did that.” She dropped her jaw, “I thought you were better than that Corey Samson.” In her mind it was the other way around, it made her giddy, but she knew if she let on they would constantly dog her.

“Hey Jorge pushed you into me. That was an accident.”

“Squeezing my boobs is not an accident.” She found herself wet under the circumstances. This was like the day at Piper’s when she let Knox Hardecker grope and paw her up. While not expecting or necessarily instigating it, the touch of a man did make her want more. Not sex, just…attention. She blushed heavily under her imprisonment. Jorge rubbing his body along her backside leaned over her shoulder to inhale her perfume, his nose rolling along her neckline.

“You smell great Dakota.”

“I…do?”

“Fuck yes you do. What kind of perfume are you wearing?” In her distraction by looking at Jorge, Corey grew just plain evil and softly unbuttoned two more of her dress buttons. Her cleavage was down to her navel now. Corey smirked at his friends surrounding her.

“It’s called Light Blue.” She trembled as another boy drew near to her left and joined in sniffing her neckline. She found herself unable to tell them to stop even though she felt used. “Corey? Please let me have it…back.” All the boys heard was “Please let me have it.” Hardon’s rose in formation. Due North for Dakota.

“Not sure what you think I have Dakota. Mind being more specific?”

“My…panties.”

“WHOAAAA!” The group of boys reacted to her admission.

“Ohhh! Those?” Corey pointed to his friend Doyle holding her thong. He showed them to her then dangled them high over her head. As she tried to grab them from him he made her hop higher each time. He being a good 6’3 and her 5’1 that was not so easy. With each jump her tits bobbed about. Still oblivious as to how many buttons Corey had undone without her knowing she was offering a worthy show. Tossing her thong in a game of keep away she twisted and turned in step to try and snatch them. With Jorge in her way she began to whimper.

“Why are you being mean to me?” Onlookers were now congesting in the hallway even though the next period bell had just rang. They were too amused to leave and just laughed at her expense. With her back to Corey he reached up to pinch the neckline of her dress with both hands, fingers holding the material tight. With a nod to Jorge to step away the boy holding her thong lowered it for her.

“Here Dakota. We’re sorry.”

Moving forward to claim them Corey’s grip on her dress kept her outfit in his possession while her body unwittingly slipped free in her opened cleavage. Right before a good twelve onlookers her perky 34B’s popped out of their concealment, nipples stabbing hard.

“OHHHHHHHHH WHOHOOHOOO!” The laughter of the boys was loud and verbal. Corey’s grip had literally held her dress so tightly that her advance to retrieve her thong sent her upper body almost free of her dress. Even her caramelized shoulders were a visual delight. Essentially Dakota McKellen was topless down to her tummy. Caught off guard she squealed and covered her chest with her book bag. In the humor of it all guys still complimented her with, “Fuck those are nice tits.” to “Did you see how hard her nipples were?” She felt faint in her exposure.

Just as the group attempted to lower her book bag for another healthy dose of thrill in jumped her sister Sable and Tawny. Having realized Dakota’s dilemma they gave chase. Not that the girls were all that helpful they did pose as a good distraction. Sable even found herself being felt up in her defending. Yelps were heard clear down the hallway.

With the bell long rang Teacher’s missing students began looking out their doors. Including a certain Counsellor, ducking her head out of the Principal’s office. Principal Carl Manley was elsewhere at the moment. Piper holding her cell to her ear noticed the situation and ended her call with, “Friday morning is fine. My nephew will be there to let your installer hook up cable. Gotta go problem to deal with. Thank you.” Cell lowered she marched headlong into the chaos.

“What the hell are you idiots doing?” Piper rushed amidst the boys and found Dakota beet red and hiding herself behind both her book bag and her sister. Tawny pushing boys away was evident as well. Once Piper intervened the boys dispersed and began to leave zonguldak escort the girls behind. One single pinch to Piper’s behind made her tense up and look for the candidate. With three possible she merely smirked and shooed them off to class. Once the coast was clear Piper looked at the girls with a peaked eye brow. “Fill me in.”

“Corey stole my panties from my bag. I tried getting them back and they played keep away. My dress was unbuttoned. I think someone unbuttoned more because my dress came open and almost off.” Dakota had dropped her book bag and used Sable to pull her dress back into place. Trying to button up wasn’t easy with trembling fingers.

“Here let me help you.” Tawny stepped in to offer an assist, she and Dakota locking eyes. Tawny knew that Dakota wasn’t as upset as she let on. She had been there once or a hundred times in her life. A wink shared Tawny whispered, “I get it.” Dakota merely stared, uncertain what Tawny was getting at.

“You two go on to class. I’ll…counsel.” Piper lightly nudged Sable first, then once Tawny was done helping sent her on as well. Alone now Piper looked at Dakota with concern. “Did you get them back?”

“Noooo!” Dakota pouted. “They were all sniffing them.”

“I’ll find who has them. You wanna go sit in my cubicle for awhile?”

“No I’m fine. I can go to class.”

“You sure?”

“Yes. Piper?”

“Yeah Sweetie?”

“Can you…not go looking for my panties?”

“I know that look.” Piper rolled her eyes, “I need to make another phone call anyway. Be careful out there.” Without warning Dakota molded her arms around Piper for a hug. “It only gets worse you know that right?”

“I’m a big girl.”

“Don’t get too big.”

“I won’t.” Dakota giggled. Stepping back from Piper she unbuttoned her dress again to where it was prior to Corey’s mischief. Shaking her head Piper reached in and buttoned a single button on Dakota’s dress.

“Humor me. Just doing my job.”

Dakota beamed and plucked up her book bag and took off for class. Calculating in her head Piper reached five before she saw Dakota unbutton what she had just buttoned.

“I’m shocked I made it to five.” She giggled, “T-shirts! Gotta call about Cheerleader shirts. One size fits all ladies.”

Tight End was going to take on a whole new meaning.

********

“There’s LIFT KITty’s.” Henry still had to laugh at the name of the gym. Right next to a strip club named Cashanova just as Kelly Herbert said. “So it’s get fit, then go next door to see if it fits.” He laughed searching for a parking spot. Sharing a lot seemed ideal for both businesses. It promoted a good workout either way. “There’s Andre the Giant’s truck. I really didn’t expect to run into the guy so easily. Let’s just hope I don’t get my teeth knocked out. What I suggest might piss him off. Although, I gotta say he comes across as a badass but knowing he’s taking care of Kelly financially is kind of respectable. Shows me he’s not just using her as a fuck puppet.”

Parking his SUV Henry shut it off and just stared at the building. Eying the strip club next door he was shocked to see an open sign. “I guess it’s been awhile since I’ve been to a strip club. 24 hour clubs used to be impossible to find. Evidently, Tennessee must be needing money to fix the roads.” He chuckled about the taxes they must be getting in return. “Alright let’s do this while my balls are full.”

Climbing out of his vehicle Henry locked up and strolled toward the gym. Reaching the door he looked through the windows to locate Dominic Black. Finding him was easy enough, the guy was lifting a good 500 pounds squatting. There were a good number of people in the gym working out, forty percent were watching him, thirty five percent women. “He sure knows how to attract attention. How much do you wanna bet every one of those ladies have been next door when he dances? Hell by the looks of some of these girls they might be strippers too. Would make sense this gym would offer discounts to the hot chicks.”

Noting Henry looking through the window a middle aged woman with humongous breasts, easily a good 42DD but built like a brick shithouse stepped in front of him smiling and motioning him to come on in. Deep breath taken Henry opened the door and made his grand entrance.

“Hey Sugah!” The woman greeted him wearing tight green and white yoga pants and a white tank, certainly no bra her nipples were primed to do a bit of lifting on their own. “Never seen you here before, looking to join us?”

“Never know. Little intimidated I guess. I’m sure you hear it all the time.”

“Sweetie! You don’t even look out of shape. Why you worried? I see decent biceps under that t-shirt. You must work out some.”

“I do push ups and sit ups every day. Watch what I eat fairly well. In my occupation there’s a lot of sitting on my ass so I know I need to do at least that much.”

“A nice ass it is too. I’m Kitty, I own this place. Come on in and let me show you around.”

“Thanks. Listen, I didn’t just come here for any membership, although that could still happen.”

“Here for the girls?” She winks, “Ten of the gals that take it all off next door are in here now. Same for ole’ Dom over there if you’re into the fellas. Hope not.” Another playful wink she makes Henry chuckle.

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“New hour new mischief!”

Piper Cherry made a pitstop to her cubicle just to be certain no one was looking for either she or Carl Manley, seeing as the principal had left for the day. Stashing the stolen bra belonging to Jin Zellers, the recently hired coach for the Horton-Dexter girls in her desk for safe peeping, Piper let her newest member of Team Piper suffer her first foray into teasing. She just knew retiring girl’s coach Ruth Dunbar was going to burst a blood vessel seeing her trainee’s bouncing tits right after leaving her alone with Piper. Especially after the girl had told her elder, she would behave. Boy, was she going back on her word. Right this very minute she was swarmed by the boy’s side in a game of FREEtHrOw. She might as well have been she had them all by the ball. Balls too!

“Man, I hope Jin can fend for herself. Ruth’s to the point she doesn’t care but I really hate antagonizing her so early in her retirement. With only a week before she jumps ship, I’d hate to make an enemy. Who am I kidding that old bird adores me she just hides it behind cranky drawers.”

Deciding to skip her heels this round she left them behind for the coolness of tile. While earlier she wanted people to hear her every step, she opted for stealth this round. She was making enough noise as it was vocally. Passing off the blame to unruly girls in the hall rather than her own shrill moans and screams she would simply blame Kim and Annette. They deserved it for hijacking her dress.

“It’s odd Kim and her gal pal weren’t wearing dresses this being dress omission day. Of all the girls at Horton Hears a Dexter I’d figure our resident muff fluff would make it easy on one another. Aw well! I should head upstairs and see how Josie’s faring today. Mimi for that matter, now that Carl has her upping her shame. I still can’t get over her wanting to be a slave. Maybe I should introduce her to Kelly Herbert. I bet Carl would kill me if Mimi chose to serve Dom instead. Personally, I wouldn’t put anything past that swillbilly.” She mimicked a pig squealing right out of the movie Deliverance then shut the office door behind her to begin her next prowl. “Oooo! I totally forgot Mavis. I wonder if she grew some sconces and wore one of the dresses, I bought her when I took her shopping? Let’s check in on Amazon Prime.” Referred to that only because Mavis Hale was a busty Amazon at 5’9, a good 180 or more with muscular legs and just enough ass to bump a longboat out to sea. The beauty was built for war. Her braided pigtails only added to her Valkyrie like persona.

Toward the back of the school in a dank corner was the Economics class Mavis was shepherd to. With her door open Piper snooped overhearing her discuss the national deficit. Boooooorrrring! One half of her class was asleep, the other ogling the new Mavis 2.0. “Awww! She did wear a dress. I’m so proud of my girl. I just can’t get over her muscular legs those gams make that short skirt pop.” Mavis was wearing a Taupe colored knot dress that offered her entire shoulders and a plunging cleavage down to that knotted centerpiece over her chest. Her bosom massive the 40C melon swell was dramatic. Shocked at no bra beneath Piper simply had to step in and check her out.

With her back turned to Piper, Mavis strutted about gaining her confidence in this new change in style. While unaware of Piper walking in, the students grew curious and kept silent. Creeping in as if Peter Sellers in the Pink Panther should have gathered laughter but they wanted to witness the shock value without ruining it. That is until Piper shadowed her prey with an inspection look and a pucker. Nodding at the students and pointing at Ms. Hale’s dress she fanned her features as if saying, “So hot!” The boys in class were in total agreement. Angus Furlong in particular smirked at Piper noting her fishnets beneath her short blue dress. While Mavis was on Furlong’s radar or as he called it Ragnar, Piper had her beat in every curve. Mavis was a mountain of hotness, but Piper was a continent of curvature. He preferred Audubon!

Beside Angus sat Sable McKellen trying not to giggle at Piper’s sneaky actions knowing Mavis would be embarrassed. She was trying to be one of the girls rather than a stuffy mom with a lesson plan. With Piper’s advice and support she was off to a jiggling start. Mavis realizing her students were ignoring her in favor of something else made her sigh with a grin as she lowered her head.

“I’m being stalked, aren’t I?” Smart cookie! The students busted up. Angus chuckled adding, “All around you, Mavis.” She knew he had somewhat of a crush on her so that made her ego take note. He was a stud even if she was doing her best to behave. A wagging finger toward Furlong she turned to face Piper. Standing there innocently the Counsellor put her fingers to her lips and let out a deafening wolf call whistle. Once done every guy in the room shared her opinion in a serenade of lustful agreement.

“Quiet down!” Mavis shook her head, slightly pink in the cheeks. “It’s only a ordu escort dress. Keep that up, I’ll wear a Hazmat suit tomorrow out of spite.”

“A word in the hall Mrs. Hale?” Piper curled a mischievous finger. Before either woman could turn to walk out a paper airplane came buzzing through between them and landing on the floor. Seeking out the pilot Mavis spotted Custer Martini avoiding eye contact and whistling Dixie. A smirk led Mavis to bend over in front of her class and pick it up, her hemline rising to her cheeks, skirt tightening along her plump but rock-solid bottom. More whistles and a few Hubba Hubba’s made her stand up in a hurry to examine the carefully crafted airliner. On the wings it read AIR MALE. That had to mean a note. Piper being nosey stepped closer to take a peek as Mavis dismantled the plane to find a note. It read, “We love the new you Mavis. Stay on course Auto Pilot! If anyone on this flight is going down, it’s us.”

Chuckling she couldn’t think of a single thing to say. She didn’t have to, Finn Rice off in a corner played music on his cell to the tune of Steve Miller’s Jet Airliner. Fast thinking on his part. The music got Piper dancing and grabbing Mavis by her hands to bounce about to the instrumental glee. Not to be left out Angus hopped up from his seat and forced Sable out of her seat to dance with him. This became a trend as other’s chose dance partners and joined the 70’s revival. Once the song ran its course Mavis waved her hands in the air to calm her class.

“While that was a fun trip down memory lane, please take a seat. I’ll be back shortly.” She then pushed Piper into a conga line dance just to hear the students crack up. Once out of the picture Angus spun Sable like a ballerina and let her go. In a suave move he twisted and stepped through the aisles to fist bump Custer for his ingenuity. A thumbs up at Finn.

“Now that’s economical! Eco comical! Whatever!”

Sable blushed and for some reason found herself staring at Custer. Especially after their chat at the lockers earlier. Much to ponder, thoughts to wander! Angus noticed her strange attraction and intervened. “You okay McKellen?”

“Yep!” Trance broken she sat back down, without a single blush. “You’re a good dancer Angus.”

“Not once did you trip over your feet.”

“I’m getting better.” She giggled.

“Sure you’re not Dakota?”

“If I were I’d be wearing a dress instead of my leggings.”

“True that. Thanks for the dance.” Angus was being really nice. As she turned away Furlong twisted to glare at Custer. The wildcard hillbilly put his palms up as if to say “Relax I got this.” The deal they had made concerning Sable and Dakota both ending up in Furlong’s possession was well in hand. Custer Martini was a man of his word. With a wince at his tender shoulder due to a football strain Angus Furlong turned and took his seat. That dance while great fun had pulled on the muscles a tad. All good!

Out in the hall Piper threw herself at Mavis in a bubbly hug. “See what you’ve been missing Lagertha? Emphasis on the lag. Jet lag even.” She giggled.

“You are so out there.” Mavis patted her back then nudged her away. “I will admit that was entertaining.”

“You were entertaining. They were all about the new and improved Shield Maiden.”

“Will you stop with the Viking jokes I’m not even Norwegian. I just happen to be built like a log feasting house.”

“I’m proud of you. Momma raised you well.”

“Uh huh! I’m not going anywhere near as far as you do Counsellor. Does Olaf know you stole his fishing nets?”

“I went streaking earlier in only the netting.” She whispered playfully.

“I am not surprised.” Mavis was certainly amused.

“You do know every boy in that class is checking you out, right?”

“Well aware! It’s… interesting.” She smirked and batted her lashes, “Notice no bra?” She primped at her cleavage.

“Really?” Piper reached up and felt Mavis up. Jiggling the ladies Mavis simply watched and let her finish another dance.

“You did not just fluff my tits.”

“Pillow walk!”

“Can I get back to my admirers now?” Mavis turned sideways just as Piper rolled her palms over the Amazon’s butt. “I just knew you were going to check for panties. They’re in my desk drawer with my bra.”

“That’s contagious I just locked up the new Coach for the girl’s bra in my desk.”

“That poor girl.”

“She took it off on her own, I didn’t force her to.”

“We should go dancing sometime. I could use a girl’s night out if David lets me out of parenting duty for a few hours.”

“We are so recreating for that conga line.” They shared a rash of giggles. “Isn’t teaching so much more fun now?”

“I’ll let you know. Off to an interesting start I’ll give you that.”

“Good! Now go give them that.” Piper hauls off and slaps Mavis on the ass.

“Ow! I felt that through my dress.”

“Now go feel hands through it.”

“Not going that far… maybe I’ll let Special Ed do that on Friday.”

“Which osmaniye escort reminds me… we’re having lunch tomorrow. Not taking no for an answer so be ready to party.”

“Party?”

“On that big ole’ Jet Airliner. COCKPIT!!! I’m here and here to stay.” She sang as she left Mavis scratching her… ass. Rubbing her sting away she pictured actually allowing a few boys to touch her booboo. Maybe crease fingers along the runway.

“GOD, I WANT TO!”

L AY XXX!

********

Heading upstairs she knew Josie was likely behaving herself considering she had a freshman class this hour so bypassed her in favor of checking on Mimi’s Art Class. Ducking in with both hands holding her threshold Piper found Mimi in the middle of her classroom seated on of all things a ladder. “What in the world?” All around her sat Senior students sketching Mimi as she posed like a Goddess on high.

Strolling in Piper interrupted the class to peer up at Mimi in her short dress, the straps holding it up drawn over her creamy shoulders for a dip in cleavage. “Changing the light bulbs? And I’m not meaning the ones you screw in on the ceiling. I mean giving the class ideas?” She flared her fingers over her head as if a light bulb turning on. The class laughed at her humorous banter.

“I suppose I am.” Mimi blushed. “Carl suggested I model on occasion.”

“Mister Manley is so cool.” Nolan Proctor panted at seeing up Mimi’s skirt even if her legs were closed.

“Hey! In the hall Buddy.” Piper pointed and made him get up to follow her. The rest of the class shrugged and continued drawing Model Mimi. Half of those drawings were nude. They hadn’t gotten to adding her dress yet.

“Did I do something wrong?” Nolan looked spooked.

“Why am I learning you had my posters ready from someone else? Neither you or Percy filled me in.”

“We were going to up at Detention. He and I decided to join you today. I can show you one, we have a bunch stashed in vacant lockers to sell.”

“Lead the way! Those lockers are locked, correct?”

“Oh yeah! We’re not taking any risks of losing our college funds.” He laughed as they headed downstairs. “Any idea what’s gotten into Mimi? She’s acting more and more like you.”

“Mini me me!” She giggled. “How are her students reacting?”

“Tongues are wagging but you know that. Everyone had eyes on her but now that she’s not frumpy and all geeky looking, dicks are hard, and twats are dripping.”

“Maybe I should see if Mimi can cover Detention sometime next week.” She proposed with a chuckle.

“Oh, man! If she acted like you, the guys would freak.”

“I’ll see what I can do. Say nothing to no one Poster Child.”

“Not a peep unless it’s under that blue dress of yours.”

“Nothing to see.” She lifts her skirt and flashes him her entire lower body. “Like my net worth?”

“Maaaaan I want to get tangled up in there with you.”

“Only a few hours away. We’ll see if you fit.”

“I had a brainstorm want to hear it?” They reach a locker which he had to pull out a combination lock list to know which combo unlocked the locker before him.

“Let’s hear it.”

“You know all those vacant classrooms on the third floor? What if we turned one into a shrine devoted to you? We can hang posters and fill the room with cool shit. Maybe… wait for it… a bed.” He wagged his eyebrows.

“Great brains rage alike. I considered that bed thing. It does get uncomfy on the floor even on Roger’s fur rug. Let me think on that before we act.”

“Fucking awesome!” He unlocks the lock and opens the door up. Inside were dozens of delicately rolled posters. Sliding one out he unfolded it for her. This poster was from the carwash where she was wearing foam and looking seductive.

“Mmmm! I make Mister Bubble a happy popper.”

“Hell, yeah you do. Listen a bunch of us gathered all the cell photos we’ve taken of you and put together over thirty hot pose posters. We want more so we can paper your shrine if you agree to it. Never the same poster twice. Oh, the guys at the carwash are willing to pay for posters too.”

“You boys worship me that much?” She felt all warm and tingly inside. Mostly between her legs!

“You know we do.”

“My detainees are increasing. While I need assurance nobody is blabbing it’s my own fault adding a couple like Custer Martini. The cheerleaders even know… well… accept Sable McKellen. Better keep her out of the loop being Josie’s daughter. At least for now.”

“You been keeping up on Dakota? She’s… going pretty far.” As was Sable, posing as her sister. No one knew differently their identical twin status down to a science, persona and all, even the shape of their pubic hair.

“Dakota says she’s still a virgin. That hasn’t changed, has it?”

“I don’t think so. Between you and I… I’m pretty sure she plans to lose it on Saturday with Furlong. They’re… getting crazy in the halls.”

“Obviously, her mother doesn’t know about her actions.” sinop escort Nor Carl Manley and his hidden cameras. Nor from Edwin Connelly who was still sweating over seeing Dakota nude, a few other girls topless in his classroom. But again, Ed knew that Carl knew due to the camera hidden in his room. If Carl wasn’t complaining neither was Edwin. “I wonder how much Carlos has seen of Dakota?” She pondered to herself, even she knew of all of the cameras, so it was fate. Rolling the poster back up she gave it back to him. “Keep these locked up until next week. No selling any understood? Low profile until I decide what’s safe. Those nudes get out to the underclass I’ll be fired, possibly worse.” Not likely! Autographed maybe!

“I’ll warn Percy and Samson.”

“Good boy!”

“You know your netting is going to get ripped off of you during Detention, right?”

“Counting on that.” She smirked, “I ordered a dozen more pairs.”

“Did I hear right? Is Manley considering Pajama Day?”

“No spreading that rumor until he posts it.”

“Are you going to wear a negligee to school?”

“Come on Nolan I don’t own pajamas I sleep in the buff.”

“Fuck! I dare you to wear nothing on Pajama Day.”

“Dare, huh?” She frowned, “I’ll figure out some way to make that happen during classes, but I might wear a bathrobe, easy on easy off.”

“That would be so hot.”

“Exactly why I won’t wear it long. It gets stuffy in here.” She winks. “Go draw Mimi while you still have time. Trace her!”

“You’re the Boss!” Locker sealed and locked up Nolan Proctor kissed her on the cheek and sprinted back upstairs. The respect he had for her was heartfelt. He could have gone further than just a cheek, others on his team would have kissed far lower. Nolan had his moments mind you, just ask Josie McKellen when he and Corey Samson ate her out from under the bleachers. Today he was simply showing her his loyalty.

“Shrine, huh? This shit is going to go to my head. There are six classrooms up there… Josie can have her own shrine. Maybe Mimi.” Redecorating would have to be done quietly.

********

After the upcoming bell…

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Did I just ruin my reputation taking my dress off in Calculus? Holy fuck!”

Dakota McKellen was sweating bullets as she walked down the hall. Thumbs up from every angle helped but each thumb she saw from a guy she weirdly envisioned as a stiff cock going up all for her. “Is this how Mom feels?” She could not stop trembling. While proud she found the nerve to blow people’s minds, she just knew word would get out and she would either be expelled or worse, disowned by her parents. At worst she did hear whispers of jealous girls wishing they had her incredible body, but nothing truly negative. “How am I a hero in their eyes? Oh my god! Sable is going to freak when she finds out. When she poses as me, she’s going to face expectations out of my fanbase now. What did I just do?” Thoughts rambling, she runs dead on into an unexpected roadblock. Cheerleader row!

“You bitch!” Robin Banks stood with Tina Wiles, Deanna Sweeney and Octavia Bradley, all with arms folded. “Stealing our thunder?” Just joking of course, but Mean Girl poses were still in fashion.

“What?” Dakota paused to look spooked by their bitter demeanor. “You guys either saw or heard. I just… couldn’t resist.” This was the perfect time to bring up something that had always bothered her. “Why haven’t you guys done what I did? You’re beautiful and on every man’s fuckit list in some order. Yet, I’ve never once seen any of you brave enough to do what I just did. If I stole your thunder then so did Ginger, Katina, and Danica in my class just now. I applaud my girls for their united striptease. So, stop thinking I’m stealing anyone’s thunder when all you have to do is let it all out yourselves.”

The girls were not truly mad, and Dakota discovered it when they aimed for a circular intimidation around her causing congestion amongst onlookers expecting a fight. Suddenly, each of them busted up laughing and hugged Dakota from all sides.

“Welcome to the Joy Fuck Club! You are now officially a proud member of the Mean It Girls.” Deanna spoke first with a gleeful expression.

“That’s Mean Girls but not so mean. We just mean business.” Octavia chuckled. “Now we know what Furlong sees in you. No offense McKellen…”

“None taken.” Dakota nearly peed under their bubbly reception. “Hold up! You need to answer my question. I know your reputations and I want answers. I have never once seen any of you totally naked or doing what I’ve let Angus and Robin here do to me in the halls. What’s the deal Sluts?”

Robin threw her arm around Dakota’s shoulder, “I offer small samples as you’ve seen. We just try not to get the undesirables too worked up.”

“They’re human too. They deserve to lust like everyone.”

“Bitch has a point.” Octavia nodded with bulbous eyes.

“I know I do. While I’m still freaking out over what I just did I’m so going to do it again.” Spur of the moment decision she would likely regret.

“You go girl.” Tina chuckled. “I’ll step up my sexiness. You bitches need to as well.”

“Library! Now!” Dakota put her foot down. “Skip whatever last class you girls have and let’s go to study hall in the library and make history.”

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SANDRA LOVED THE SEASHORE in mid-October: fewer people, yet still warm enough to enjoy the sun, if not the ocean. It was a week after her mall escapade with Alexandra and Mary Jo, and she wanted some time to think about what she had just been through. So they left the children with a nanny and took off.

“I wonder if I’m still cut out for this,” she wondered at dinner their first night.

“How about we try a few things on our own?” Jerry suggested. “We’re in a place where nobody knows us. The crowds are small. Let’s see how you feel.”

The next morning, Monday, after a leisurely breakfast, they set out on the boardwalk. She wore a faded, thin tank top that fit like a second skin and, around her waist, an old scarf that she had fashioned into a tiny sarong. She had wanted it to cover the long surgical scar along her lower abdomen and still leave her pussy tantalizingly exposed. She finally figured out the right balance by shifting the knot to the rear, which gave her what she wanted, at the expense of a naked butt cheek.

They kept up a brisk pace. Jerry walked slightly in front of her, discreetly recording her on his camera. Sandra chuckled that joggers were too absorbed in their own thing to see her, while the elderly people on the benches did not look her way or react fast enough to take a second look. Occasionally, somebody walking toward them would do a double-take and try to get a second look, but she was walking too fast for them. Those moments, though, made her pussy twitch.

After covering ten blocks on the boardwalk, Jerry turned down a side street for the walk back to the hotel. With fewer pedestrians, she let the cloth ride up on her hip, so that her pussy was more exposed, giving her even more of a rush. After a couple blocks, Jerry told her to pull ahead, so he could get some views of her bare ass.

Traffic got heavier as they approached the hotel, so she adjusted the skirt on the one side, still leaving one ass cheek bare as they walked in and up to the second floor. At the top of the stairs, Sandra untied the knot and let the thin scarf drop. When she turned the corner toward their room, she pulled the top off and walked the rest of the way completely naked.

“So what’d you think?” She leaned against the wall, naked, waiting for him to unlock the door.

“I do love following your naked ass down a hotel hallway.” He took her in his arms and kissed her, sliding his tongue between her lips.

“I meant about our morning walk.” Without waiting for an answer, she reached into his pants for his cock. Then they heard another door open, and Jerry spun her around, unlocked their door, and got them both into the room before anybody could see them.

“It went great,” he said, pressing her against the door. “You ready to take this show on the road?” he asked, then started licking his way down her body, sucking on her nipples, biting her stomach.

“You want me to wear that scarf wherever we go?” She gasped as he touched her clit with his tongue.

“I’ve got other ideas.” She moaned loudly as he pressed his tongue further along her swollen labia. The sound reverberated against the door and, she thought, could have been felt and heard by anybody right outside their room.

She sank to the floor, and Jerry moved down with her, and sucking up the liquid flowing out of her. As he got to the floor, he lay on his back, guiding her down to keep her pussy on his mouth.

She pushed his sweatpants down and freed his stiff cock. She licked her way along his shaft, feeling him tremble under her soft touch. Soon she had him in her mouth, and Jerry sucked gently on her clit, both of them moaning in ecstasy.

Her pussy was throbbing as his fingers dug into her ass cheeks and his cock pushed deeper into her throat. She knew he was going to cum, and she felt herself give way to the passion building inside her. She dug her fingers into his ass just as the expected burst of cum shot into her throat. She coughed and gagged, but managed to swallow most of it.

Her feet kicked against the door as the orgasm shook her body. She swallowed the last few drops of cum leaking out of his cock as he licked the last of her juices draining onto her legs. As the joint orgasm died down, they rested their heads on each other’s thighs and drifted off.

A sudden pounding jolted them awake. A voice called out “Housekeeping.” Jerry managed to call back something that was enough for the woman to reply, “Take your time.”

Sandra’s heart was pounding as Jerry stood up and gave her a hand. Laughing, they quickly showered, dressed, and headed out to lunch, waving to the housekeeping staff as they left. AT LUNCH IN A COZY TAVERN close to the hotel, Jerry asked if she thought anybody had spotted her during their walk. “You mean, did anybody notice my best bits peeking out from under that minimalist scarf?” She laughed. “I’m not sure anybody even noticed my tits, and they were far more visible.”

“How did you feel during the walk?”

“It was a rush to feel the breeze on my bare pussy and to know that tokat escort I had a secret.”

“When you’re out there like that, do you want to be seen?”

She pondered for a moment. “Yes… and no. I mean, the possibility of being seen is where the excitement comes from, right? But I’m nervous about how people might react.” She waited while the server put down their salads and refilled their drinks. “I think I want to ‘almost’ be seen, like they wonder if they actually saw what they thought they did.”

“What about that time I dared you to strip and lock your clothes in the car, then throw away the keys for five minutes? And right toward the end, some guy came up and asked if you were okay?”

“Yeah, and I told him I was filming a dare. He didn’t want to be filmed, but he stood there anyway, watching while I walked around the car, stark naked, to pick up the keys. Then he left. In the moment, I was maybe more embarrassed than anything else. Later, it was a turn-on. But if he had threatened to report me or even just got closer, I would have been terrified.”

The food came, and they settled down to eat. After a few minutes, she asked, “So what are these plans you have in mind?”

“I thought we would drive up the coast, maybe inland, stop at a few towns. I’ve marked off a few places, indoors and out, where I could film you walking around, flashing, secretly changing clothes, and moving on. I grabbed a few old clothes before we left, and I figured we could spend today making up some new sexy outfits, maybe even buy some used stuff tomorrow.”

“You’ve really thought this through.”

“You had mentioned it before we left, and my mind just started churning. Plus, I thought…” He looked around and took a bite of food.

“Thought what?”

Jerry took a deep breath. “Remember you talked about wanting to see what it felt like to be a submissive?” She nodded. “How about we give it a try?”

After a long pause, she said, “Okay. I keep talking about it, so I guess now is the time to take the leap.” She took his hand. “Just know this. While I want to do this, the thought terrifies me. I can only do it because I trust you completely. So, yes, take me where you want.” JERRY DID NOT WAIT till the next day, however. As they dressed for dinner, he told her, “No panties tonight. Wear this instead,” and he handed her a pink egg-shaped object with a thin tail.

“This is a vibrator,” she said. “Not really equivalent to panties.”

“Yeah, but more fun.” He tapped his phone screen. The egg vibrated in her hand. “I control it.”

After it finished quivering, she spit on the egg to get it wet and slid it into her pussy. “Can I finish getting dressed now?” He nodded and went to get himself ready.

She wore a short grey dress that zipped all the way up front and was a tight fit over her ass and tits. Stiletto pumps and black tights completed the outfit.

On the way to the restaurant, he surprised her a couple times with a short vibration. While they were waiting to be seated, he held it steady at a low setting. She had to squeeze her thighs to keep from flinching too much. He turned it off while the hostess led them to their table, then turned it on again as the server took their drink orders, getting a kick out of watching her try to control her reaction with a witness so close.

“You’re mean,” she whispered with a chuckle when the server had left.

“Unzip your dress partway. I want to see your tits.” She moved the zipper down to give herself some cleavage, but he kept signaling till the zipper was below her tits and she was always on the verge of being totally exposed. When he was satisfied, he turned on the vibrator to get a sense of how much her little tits would shake. Just at that moment, the server returned with their drinks and seemed rather wide-eyed at the view.

Over the course of the meal, he turned the vibe on with no warning at inconvenient times, such as when dinner was being served, when she was taking a sip of wine or walking to the restroom. He kept it on at a low intensity toward the end of the meal, causing her to squirm in her chair, and then raised it a couple notches as they walked out. He laughed at the awkward dance he triggered as they headed down the street.

“Let’s take a walk on the beach,” he called out. In the off season, only half the lights along the boardwalk were on, so the beach was fairly dark. She took off her shoes when they got to the sand, since the heels sank in with each step. At a lifeguard station, he told her to take off her dress and leave it with the shoes. She strolled along in just her thigh highs. He soon ramped up the intensity again. When it was too much to bear, she sank to the sand in a dim pool of light. He pushed the remote up to its highest level, and she started writhing, growling, and rubbing her clit, trying to concentrate the orgasm building inside her.

As she thrashed and moaned on the sand, he took out his cock and started to masturbate. “Don’t cum yet,” he called out. When she saw what yozgat escort he was doing, she tried to restrain the effect of the sensations coursing through her. But she could barely hold on and was twisting on the ground when he finally groaned, “oh god yessss.” With her own growl, she started fiercely rubbing her pussy and let herself go just as the first bolt of cum shot out of him and landed across her tits.

For a few minutes, he looked at her lovingly, enjoying the glint of reflected light on her swollen wet pussy lips between her wide-open legs and his cum across her exposed chest and stomach. Pity, he thought, that nobody else was nearby to enjoy the sight. When she came to, he helped her to her knees. “Clean my cock,” he whispered to her and stood in front of her. She took him into her mouth and sucked off the last few flecks of dried cum.

He helped her up and used a handkerchief to wipe the cum from her chest. Then he knelt next to her to brush the sand off her bare ass and legs. She stroked his hair. “You really know how to get to me,” she said.

“Think the girls will get you to that point?”

She laughed. “Just like you to give me a challenge in a weak moment.”

They walked back to the lifeguard station where she put on the dress without zipping it up. She put her shoes back on when they got to the sidewalk. They walked back toward their hotel with her dress wide open.

He led her around to a side door, where they could get to the stairs without crossing the lobby. The hallways were empty as they got to the stairs and walked up. At one point, Jerry looked over his shoulder and spotted the clerk at the main desk looking at them. She smiled when he caught her eye, then went back to her work. On the second floor, as they turned down the hall to their room, a door opened just as they passed it, and another couple came out. They nodded in passing, but they were far enough past that the couple did not see the open dress.

When they got to their door, Sandra leaned against the wall and let the dress slide off her shoulders. “I may have to get new tights, depending on what the sand did to these.” He turned to her and kissed her. After a few seconds, he pushed the door open, and they slid into the room. Their sex that night was long, slow, and quiet. THE NEXT MORNING, she woke up to see Jerry moving an armchair to a corner window. “Oh good, you’re awake. Come over here and take off whatever you have on.” She was still a bit groggy, but tossed her t-shirt and panties onto the bed and walked toward the window, one arm over her tits. “Put this on,” he said and handed her a blindfold.

He then sat her in the chair, lifted her legs onto the corresponding arms of the chair, and told her to fold her hands on top of her head. “Stay that way until I tell you differently,” he told her.

This was the beginning of her submissive training, exposed at the hotel window with no way to know how much of her could be seen. She figured that somebody at street level might be able to see her tits. She could not remember the buildings across the street. Certainly anybody on a third floor or higher would see all of her spread wide open.

A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. “Room service.” Her stomach tightened as Jerry opened the door, and she heard a cart being pushed into the room. Her pussy twitched as she wondered, “Will they be able to see me naked? All of me? Or just the side view, my tits and legs draped over the chair arms?” Her pussy was getting wet as she thought about being helpless and seen by a complete stranger. Would Jerry bring them–was it a man or a woman? –over to the window where they could get a complete view? By the time she heard him say, “Thank you,” and close the door, her head was spinning, and she felt a damp spot under her crotch.

“You can get up now and take off the blindfold. Let’s have some breakfast.” She stood up and quickly stepped to the side, hoping to get out of the window, before she took the blindfold off. The table was in the middle of the room, so she felt some relief that the server may not have seen much. Then she saw the camera on a tripod, aimed at the chair. “Has that been there the whole time?” Jerry nodded and moved it to record her at the breakfast table. “Assume your whole day will be recorded. I have extra batteries and memory cards. Eat up, we’ve got a full day.”

He had laid out a pair of faded, torn, and skin-tight jeans and another thin shirt that hugged her tits and exposed her nipples. They drove an hour out of town to the next county’s community college, where he filmed her briskly walking around the campus, her tits bouncing gaily under the thin shirt. The morning breeze tightened her nipples and gave a flush to her face. Every now and then, he tore holes in the shirt, each time exposing more of her tits.

After about half an hour, he directed her to a remote corner of the campus, where he tossed a black garment onto the ground. Then he ripped the thin shirt completely open. “Walk back to that trash zonguldak escort can, and throw away your jeans and shirt. Then come back here, don’t run, and put on the dress.” She followed his instructions, checking to make sure nobody was around before stripping naked and walking back toward him.

Once she had put on the dress, which snapped up the front, they headed into a large building with classrooms, conference rooms, and other facilities. He filmed her roaming the halls, opening and closing the dress, flashing, and standing naked outside busy classrooms.

That set the pattern for the day. From the campus, they drove to an outlet center, where she followed his instructions to walk around designated areas, strip naked in semi-public places, and change into other outfits, each of which was more revealing than what she had taken off.

After almost two hours at the outlet center, where they went through half a dozen stores and changes of clothes, he drove to a wooded area, with an overgrown trail. He led her into the woods, told her to strip, then blindfolded her and cuffed her to a tree. He set the camera in another tree and said, “I’ll be back in a bit,” then walked away.

The sun was warm on her back and ass, while the breeze tickled her nipples and pussy. Even though she was already horny from her morning excursions, she was calm, but started to get edgy as time dragged on, flinching at every sound, wondering if somebody was sneaking up on her. She was sure he had not abandoned her, but had he left her on her own? Or was he just a short distance away, watching her tremble? She had no sense of how much time was passing, and she soon began moaning, partly out of fear and partly out of the throbbing that had been building in her pussy.

Suddenly, a snapping twig caused her to jump. “Hey, love,” she heard Jerry’s reassuring voice. He stepped behind her and reached his arms around to cup her tits and play with her hardened nipples. “Is somebody turned on?” he whispered. She nodded as he slid his hands up her arms and undid the cuffs. He helped her sit down at the base of the tree, leaving the blindfold on, then he put something into her hands. “Here are a couple of toys,” he said. “I think you should treat that slutty pussy to some loving attention.”

As soon as he put the dildo and vibrator into her hands, she felt increased throbbing and tingling along her pussy lips. She slid down to the ground and pressed the dildo along her pussy, nestling in the soft bed of grass at the foot of the tree.

After sliding the dildo fully inside her cunt, she felt around for the vibrator. She pushed the button a couple of times and laid it against her clit. The vibration was more intense than she had expected, and her vocal response echoed among the trees. Fumbling with the control, she toned it down, and soon the dildo and vibe were sending out complementary sensations.

Moaning and gasping, she shifted the vibrator from her clit to her pussy lips, even onto the dildo itself, triggering new sensations with each change. Her hips started bucking as the sensations came together, and she dropped the vibe to rub clit with her fingers until the orgasm burst, and her body shook one, two, three times till everything drained out of her, and she lay like a limp rag with her legs open, exposing her swollen pussy to the sun and, she realized later, Jerry’s camera.

Her body gave a last twitch as she pulled the dildo out. She laughed and kicked her legs forward in a final ecstasy. She felt around with her hand for the buzzing vibrator and turned it off.

When she took off the blindfold, she saw Jerry sitting there, cross-legged, with his camera in his lap. “Did you get all that?” Her voice was no more than a sigh. “Oh, yeah,” he said, “that was wonderful.”

“What’s next?”

“I got us some lunch, then we’ll walk back to the car. That’s where your clothes are.”

When they had finished eating, he had her lead the way so he could film her fat little ass twitch as she walked naked down the path. A couple times, she thought she heard somebody approaching and jumped into the trees for cover, but nobody appeared. Jerry just kept on filming.

At the car, she put on the old miniskirt and scarf that she had cobbled together the night before. She had slit the skirt along one side and added a tie to the top, turning it into a wrap-around skirt that was too small for her waist, leaving her partly exposed. She could shift the gap from showing off her leg to exposing her pussy. She had torn the scarf lengthwise and tied the two halves together, so she could wear it behind her neck, across her tits, and tie it in the back. It was old and faded, so her tits were generally visible when the sun was right, as well as loose enough for her to expose them as she chose.

They drove to the next coastal town, and he filmed her walking along the streets, shifting the gap from the side to the front as often as she dared. Along the town’s two commercial streets, she had it just enough to the side that it was possible to get a glimpse of her pussy, if you knew what you were looking for. When they shifted to residential streets, she kept her pussy fully exposed as much as possible. She almost got caught as somebody came running around the corner they were approaching, but he seemed too preoccupied to see anything.

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As usually, reading the first three chapters might clarify how things went so far off the rails for our couple.

One of the guys brought a chair over and put it next to the pool table for her to use as a step down.

He even held out his hand and took hers to help keep her from falling as she climbed down.

Barbara was surprised at how calm she was. Being nude in front of all those people didn’t seem to phase her any more. She wasn’t even thinking about covering up her nakedness.

Her mind began to wander and she tried to imagine how this was going to go down.

Would they take turns with her or just toss her on the pool table and pile on?

Could she take a man at both ends at the same time, and OMG what if they wanted her backside? Kenneth had never even asked if he could do something like that.

All of these men, surely at least one of them would try to put it in her butt!

And the women? Would she have to do to them with her mouth what Kenneth did to her with his? Could she?

Just then, the pocket door opened again and Kenneth was ushered into the pool room by the gorgeous redhead who had been keeping him occupied in the men’s room while she was being humiliated.

He was barefoot and naked from the waist down, the redhead carrying his shoes, socks, pants, phone and wallet.

He looked silly with his erection poking through his shirt tails, bobbing up and down as he shuffled into the room.

He wouldn’t look her in the eye as the redhead lead him over to the chair and pushed him down onto it. She quickly cuffed his hands behind his back, through the slats of the chair.

Barbara looked over at her new “friend” Jules with panic in her eyes.

“No! No! No!” she pleaded. “You can’t do this! Please!

You can do whatever you guys want to do to me. I won’t resist or fight.

I’ll do what you say for however many of you and for however long you want, but please don’t make my husband watch. Please! I’m begging you!”

She went to each woman as she pleaded. Hoping for some type of female unity.

Savannah looked at her with a confused look on her face. “What?” she asked.

Julie looked at her and started to laugh. “Do you think we’re going to let these guys rape you? Seriously?”

Barbara stammered “Well… I just thought…You know, you hear about these things…”

“Sweetheart” Julie said sarcastically, “We might be a little rough around the edges and act like assholes sometimes but we’re not rapists for Christ’s sake!

No, What you’re going to do is give your husband a lap dance until he comes.

Then we’re going to send you back to the suburbs where you came from.

Barbara looked around and said “I’ve never given a lap dance before, what am I supposed to do?”

Julie smiled “It’s simple. Without using your hands or your mouth, you’re going to grind your body on his until he comes. You can rub his dick with your pussy, but you can’t put it inside of you. Same goes for your ass.”

“Not my butt? No problem with that.” Barbara said with a nervous laugh. “That’s a no fly zone in our house.”

“Jesus!” Savannah said with an accompanying eyeroll. “You two really are new to anything outside the bedroom. Aren’t you?”

She lead Barbara over to where Kenneth was cuffed to the chair.

“You can even have some music to set the mood. If he comes before the song is over, you can have your clothes back. If not, you drive home naked.

You start when the music starts.”

“Bobby!” she said, “Play something the bitch can dance to!”

Barbara turned and faced Kenneth.

She nodded at him and told him that it was almost over and they’d be going home soon.

Kenneth smiled nervously and said that he loved her, no matter what happened.

The music started at Barbara was startled by the driving, opening notes of “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Mötley Crüe.

She tried moving her body to it for a few beats and then stopped.

“Hang on!” she shouted over the music. “I can’t dance to that!”

The music stopped and she looked up to see everyone staring at her.

“Look” kırşehir escort She pleaded. “I’m not trying to stall or get out of it. I just can’t dance the way I think I need to, to that music.

Let me pick something from my phone.”

Julie handed her the phone with a stern warning not to try deleting the video taken earlier.

Barbara opened her music app and scrolled quickly through her collection.

Just standing there, stark naked in a room full of strangers, mostly men, as if it was something she did everyday.

She found a song she thought would work and handed her phone back to Julie.

“That should work.” she said. “Just press ‘PLAY’.

Julie pressed the button. The slide guitar and bass of Bonnie Raitt’s “Something to Talk About” began to play.

She nodded at Barbara in appreciation but still added “Now Dance Barbie Doll!”

Barbara began to sway her hips to the music until Julie pantomimed pointing at her watch, reminding her that time was not something she had a lot of and she had better get down to business.

She stood directly in front of Kenneth and straddled his legs, lowering herself onto his lap.

She began to rock her hips back and forth.

Kenneth’s penis (she couldn’t bring herself to say “cock” yet. Even in her own head) was sticking straight up.

As a matter of fact, she couldn’t remember it sticking up any straighter or higher than it was right then.

“He’s enjoying this” she thought. “He’s excited by my humiliation.”

The song entered the second verse and she stood, turned around and sat down with her back to him. She felt his penis snuggle into her crack of her butt as she did the best twerking motion she could muster.

She hoped she was doing it right. She had never done it before but had seen other women doing it on tv and in movies.

The down side of that position was that she was now facing the group of strangers as she ground her ass on her husband’s lap.

Never having been one to stare at men’s “packages” she couldn’t help but notice that to a one, they all had bulges in the front of their pants.

She was beginning to have doubts that they would let this end without a gang rape.

She wasn’t looking forward to it, but she was at the point where she thought she could endure it if it came down to it.

The wet feeling between the back of her thighs and the top of Kenneth’s made her realize that she was becoming aroused.

She didn’t know if it was nerves, what she was doing to her husband, that she was doing it in front of a group of people or the thought of some if not all of those men having their way with her but she was definitely turned on.

The second verse segued into the bridge and she turned around again.

Kenneth’s penis snuggled between her damp labia and she slid it up and down his shaft, making sure that he didn’t slip inside her and cause her to violate the rules.

She could feel him starting to twitch against her clitoris.

The third verse began and she knew she was running out of time.

The rules were very specific about what she couldn’t do but not about what she could do.

She grabbed Kenneth by the back of the head and brought his mouth down to her erect nipple.

He wrapped his lips around the pert pea-sized nub and sucked it into his mouth.

She whipped herself from side to side, popping one nipple into his mouth and then the other.

He was so close. She could feel it.

She just needed him to finish before the song ended.

The way the night was going, if they both had to drive home completely naked, this would be the night the car broke down or they got pulled over.

She told him to slide his hips forward and she sat down right on top of his ridged cock. She slid her soaking wet pussy over it like a hot dog sliding back and forth in a bun.

With seconds left in the song (it was at the part where the singer just keeps repeating the same line in a long fade out) she leaned in, rubbed a nipple on his lips until he once again pulled it malatya escort between his lips. This time he clamped in his teeth so she couldn’t pull out.

Then she said “Look Honey! Everyone’s watching me grind my pussy on you. All of these people looking at me act like a whore.”

She felt him react and knew what she had to say next.

“How many of them will fuck me tonight? Will they leave you there and make you watch? I won’t even resist. I’ll just let them fuck me and I’ll even suck their cocks”

That was all it took. She felt him pulse below her as he began to shoot thick knots of cum.

She had never known him to orgasm so hard before.

He grunted a few times and his neck was stretched taut.

She threw her arms around him in an embrace and felt his cum squishing between them.

Her, grinding her clit against his cock plus the intensity of his orgasm pushed her over the edge too.

She moaned loudly and bit down on his shoulder, whimpering.

It took a few minutes for the two of them to come back down to Earth and they suddenly remembered that they were surrounded by a group of people.

Some of the men were blatantly rubbing the bulges in the front of their pants.

Barbara slowly pulled her upper body away from Kenneth. The goo between them making strings as it tried to adhere to both bodies before giving up the fight and dropping.

She stood on wobbly legs and backed away so she was no longer straddling him.

She turned and looked at her audience.

The adrenaline rush quickly subsiding, she suddenly wanted nothing more than to get far away from these people as quickly as possible.

“Um. I think he finished in time. We kept our end of the agreement.

Can we have our clothes and leave?”

Julie just looked at her for about five seconds with a smile on her face. As if to say “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll let these boys have some fun with you” then suddenly walked up behind Kenneth, unlocked his cuffs and said “Sure. After all, a deal’s a deal. You can get dressed and go home to you house in the suburbs and your Home Owner’s Association and your back yard BBQ’s”

Kenneth stood up, rubbing his wrists where the cuffs had been. “Uh. Can we use the bathroom to wash up?”

“Bathroom’s closed! So are we. Now get dressed and get out!” Savannah barked.

Kenneth and Barbara quickly got dressed. They left their underwear and just pulled on their outer clothes. Feeling the rapidly drying sperm on their bodies gluing the material to their skin.

“We’ll need our phones” he said to no one in particular.

“No” Julie said. “We’ll mail your phones back to you. We need to go make copies of the videos.

You might decide to call the cops on us. They might decide to take action and it might end up going to court.

Could you prove we forced you to strip against your will? Maybe, but before you do, all of your friends, neighbors and phone contacts will have seen the video, Including that sweet lap dance.

Once we’re done with them. You’ll get them back.”

The drive home was uncomfortable to say the least.

Physically, there was the now cold but drying sperm underneath their clothes.

Emotionally, they were drained.

Things had gotten so out of hand in a short time.

Where had they begun to go wrong?

How had they missed warning signs?

Kevin knew he should say something to reassure Barbara that they were ok.

She hadn’t said a word since they got in the car and pulled out of the parking lot of the bar.

He looked over at her and saw that she was crying.

“Barbara. I’m sorry” he started. “I didn’t think…”

“Don’t.” she snapped “Don’t say you’re sorry.

Don’t say you never thought it would go like that.

Don’t tell me that everything is going to be alright.

We were stripped naked in front of complete strangers!

I was made to act like some type of cheap bachelor party stripper while you watched with your hard dick sticking out, excited to watch them make me do it.

All it took was niğde escort me saying that I wouldn’t resist if they all wanted to fuck me, to make you cum all over yourself.

So don’t tell me that nothing has changed and we’ll go back to the way things use to be!”

Kevin drove in silence, but his mind was in overdrive.

Yes. Watching her strip in front of all those strangers had gotten him excited.

She looked so hot doing it.

But it wasn’t just on him. She didn’t take much prodding to ditch her clothes when told to.

She was perfectly comfortable, standing there talking and flipping through her phone while completely naked in front of those people.

She was soaking wet when she sat down on him for the lap dance.

She had cum at the same time he did.

She could say otherwise but she had been just as turned on as he was.

He was smart enough to keep his thoughts to himself though.

They got home and parked in the garage.

Barbara didn’t even wait for him to turn the car off before she had her door open and headed into the house.

She was in the master bath with the door closed by time he caught up with her.

He heard the shower and headed off to the guest bathroom to take his shower.

As promised, about a week later their phones were returned, via parcel post.

All relevant videos had been deleted.

Things really slowed down for a while.

No more late night drives.

No more skimpy outfits in public

Even the sex became routine again.

No more blindfolds, tying down, cameras.

Neither one ever said to the other that they wanted to stop doing the things they had been doing.

They never talked about what happened and how they felt about it.

Each just assumed that the other wanted to take a break from it.

The truth was though, that after a few weeks each of them began to relive that night in their own head and using it for inspiration for masturbating when the other wasn’t around.

Barbara even found herself waking up in the middle of a dream in which her fear of being taken by the bar patrons, became a reality. Even so far as her having to go down on the women.

She awoke, out of breath with a pillow jammed between her legs.

She quickly rolled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom to give herself some relief, hoping she hadn’t woken Kenneth.

She didn’t know that her moaning and thrashing about in her sleep had brought him out of his own dream about looking down, into the eyes of a particular red head with her lips wrapped around his cock.

While Barbara was in the bathroom relieving her frustrations, Kenneth was in bed, wiping his spent cock on a tissue from the box on the nightstand.

Still, they never talked about “that night”.

Kenneth and Barbara settled into their routines and things became as “normal” as they could be under the circumstances.

Fall gave way to early winter. Not on the calendar, but the weather certainly took a turn in that direction.

One afternoon, Barbara was home alone.

She was sitting in front of her laptop doing some early, on-line Christmas shopping when she heard the doorbell, and the app on her computer showed her a live feed of who was at the door (through the fancy video doorbell they had recently installed).

There appeared to be three people at the door, but they were standing so close to the camera that she couldn’t make out anything other than they appeared to be wearing dark winter coats.

She looked out the big bay window, and saw a black SUV in the driveway.

Adding two and two together she figured there were Jehovah’s Witnesses or some other door knocking, religious group at her door.

She tried to ignore them, hoping they’d take the hint and go away, but they rang the doorbell again and then knocked loudly.

She stomped to the door, prepared to tell the God peddlers to take it someplace else.

She flung the door open (not unlike the time she did it at the beginning of this adventure) only to find it wasn’t a group from the local church.

Instead, she stood face to face with Julie (Jules), Savannah and her sister (if Nina had ever heard her name, she couldn’t remember it)

“Hi ya Barbie Doll.” Julie said with a grin. “Why don’t you invited us in? We need to talk and it’s colder than Hell out here.”

(to be continued)

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Please feel free to contact me about the story. This is mostly a true story with name changes to protect the guilty.

© 2006 by Mike Yevchekov

All rights reserved. No part may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any electronic means, including photocopying, recording or by any information and retrieval system, without the written permission of the author.

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Opening:

My name is Steve and moved in with my girlfriend about four months ago. Heather is as close to perfect as anyone can become, and yes I do realize how lucky I am having a woman like her in my life. She’s sexy and intelligent and man does she love sex. Heather is around five four with a small frame, and I think B Cups. She has curly hair just past her shoulders. Now there is one issue. She has a roommate: Ruth. It’s not that she’s a problem but it’s kind of a challenge moving in with two people and I’m sure that Ruth has seen and heard more then she cares for, but I have a gut feeling Ruth is enjoying the show.

Ruth is also a very pretty woman and has a killer body. She also has B Cup breasts and her hair is longer and a little lighter then Heathers. Since we started hanging around Ruth has opened up more, moving away from the quiet type to becoming little bit of an exhibitionist. She even purchased one of those tan through bikini’s and all winter she has been modeling it for us.

On Monday Heather had to fly out on a business trip. Every now and then she has to go visit clients. It’s funny, the first couple times that you have to travel for work can be fun but then it becomes a major pain. While Heather is away Ruth and I alternate on cooking dinner. Some nights, I simply order pizza as I’m not a good cook. Both Ruth and Heather are fabulous cooks.

Wednesday was Ruth’s turn to cook. This week had been especially long and every night I had to bring work home with me.

Ruth knocked on my door, “Hey, would you like something to eat?”

Wow, she looked freaking hot. Ruth was wearing a rose color cami with spaghetti straps. In her defense she was wearing a sheer jacket. “Sure, thanks.”

“Well, since Heather’s not here I guess it’s my job to take care of you.”

That really got my attention and started to check her out. Damn, did she look hot in her almost sheer nightie that did little to conceal her curves, tight where it needed to be tight and loose around her hips. Ruth’s nipples were clearly visible, and I didn’t see any visible panty lines. Why did she have wear that? The cami was about three inches below her sweat pussy and now she was on my mind. Wow, this is the first time that I’ve really noticed her legs. Man, did her legs look smooth and soft.

Ruth started cooking dinner. She makes it look so easy. Now, I don’t know if she was teasing me or not, but Ruth was not very careful about her cami. Oh, she was showing me lots of leg and a few times most of her butt. Man did she have a nice butt!

We all enjoy the beach, well Heather and Ruth love the beach and I love seeing them in bikinis. So far, this is the most that I’ve seen of Ruth.

We sat down and enjoyed a great dinner. We made small talk and I did my best not to make an ass out of my self. Oh I was excited, and very aroused. All nighty, I’ve enjoyed taking Ruth in, seeing her in that sexy cami.

After I finished a dinner, Ruth smiled and asked, “Hey, want to watch a movie?”

Ruth has always been friendly with me, a little flirty at times. Heather never said anything nor did she seem concerned. I placed my hand on her arm, “Sure.”

“I rented this movie, when I was at blockbuster. The plot seems interesting.” Walking away, I let go of her arm. Ruth walked over and put the movie in. Then, she came over and sat next to me. “Hey, why don’t we get comfortable?” Slowly she lifted up her foot, placed it on my chest and pushed me back.

Oh she was not wearing panties. Talk about becoming uncomfortable, I only hoped she didn’t see my cock as it started becoming erect. Her legs were in front of mine as I rested against the couch. Our heads were resting on the head rests. Her thigh kept bushing against me and now I’m sure she could feel me.

Man, Ruth was looking hot, lying on her side, her nightie riding up showing me all of her legs and her part of her firm butt. The movie was R rated but this couple was hot and heavy. The plot was a little light but the actors were attractive.

“Look at that slut, she’s not wearing a bra.”

“Nice!”

“What, that? You think so? Why?”

“Please, you can almost see her breasts.”

“And you like that?”

“Sure. Don’t you?”

She looked confused by my question and pondered the thought. She looked at the screen, at me, and then back at the screen. “Well, kind of.”

“And why not? She’s attractive just like you are. Being a man, I love to see women and her mini skit and almost sheer blouse, well it’s very naughty.

“And you don’t mind that her breasts are fake?”

Nope, after all she’s not my wife. Sure it’s easy to tell her tits are ordu escort fake but I still love to look.”

“Don’t you like the real thing?” She started to tease me by massaging her breasts.”

“Oh I love checking you out.”

“Do you think I have nice tits?” Cupping her breasts with her hands, almost offering them to me.

“Love seeing your hard nipples.”

“Really as much as hers?”

“I don’t know, why don’t you show me yours?”

“What?” She playfully sat up and hit me. Her nightie pulled up as she moved and she was sitting bare ass on the sofa.

“Be honest, like you don’t enjoy having me check you out, be honest!”

“You enjoy checking me out?”

“Get real girl,” placed my hand on her thigh. “I think you know the answer.”

“No, I don’t.” Ruth put her hands and the arm rest behind her, to support herself. Her nightie was very tight and her breasts were almost being squished.

I took a deep breath, about to reveal a dark secret something that could change our relationship. “You look so hot. The way your curly hair rests on your face, hiding your eyes, the way your nightie is a second skin, your nipples showing though.”

Ruth leaned back resting against the arm rest and corner of the sofa. Her pussy hair started to show. She had to know she was showing me. “I’m blushing. Go on.”

“Please, look at you, you’re a hottie.”

She looked down at her body her voice pitched, “Really? You think so? Then why don’t I have a man?” She crossed her legs, drawing my attention and thinking about holding her, to put my hand on her hopefully wet pussy.

“I don’t know, but I would love to be your man and take you to bed. Make you feel like a woman, over and over again.”

Her foot felt soft and she rubbed it up and down my leg. Next, she looked up at me, “really? Please tell me more.” Ruth started to squeeze her legs together, I’m sure this put a little pressure against her clit. “What would you want to do to me?”

“For starters, I would love to lick and kiss you by starting at your toes, and work my way to your nipples. Only my warm breath against your nipples, making sure that my tongue and lips did not touch you.”

“Now who is the tease?” She started to rub my thigh with her foot. Her eyes quickly focused on my cock. Slowly her toes danced around my cock, gently touching it. “Is that from me?”

“Yes.”

“Good, cuz I’m wet and didn’t want to be the only one uncomfortable.”

There was a loud splash that caught our attention. In the movie the main couple heads up to the mountains and finds a hot spring. They jump in, nude. This movie was not helping at all as the actress was smoking. Ruth was starting to squirm and moved on her back. I swear her hips were rocking as we watched this couple kissing passionately. Ruth was taking deep breaths, as she inhaled her nightie was a second skin. Then, Ruth started to massage her breasts.

I split my attention from the screen to her. Watching her was far more erotic! Shockley, she moved her hand between her legs.

“I’ve always wanted to watch someone. Did you know that I can hear you two?”

“Really?”

Her eyes focused on me as she openly masturbated feet away from me. “Oh don’t be, its hot. I think about how Heather looks as you fuck her.”

“Wow.”

“Can’t tell you how many times I wanted to walk into your bedroom and watch you two.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Yea, that would be so hot. To watch you make love to her, see how you give her pleasure and to watch Heather cum.”

“Wow, I didn’t know.”

“Is that bad?”

“No, you really want to watch?”

She took a deep breath, “Yes. Oh I have to stop before I cum.”

Time for me to turn the heat up as I started to massage Ruth’s feet, “Why? Don’t stop.”

“Oh, I loved being kissed like that. Do you?”

Time to step things up a little, placed my hand on her knee. “Yes, very much so.”

“That is what sucks about being single, no one to kiss. That is what I miss the most.”

“Oh and your other needs?”

“That part is easy,” she looked down almost embarrassed. “It’s easy for a girl to have toys this day an age.”

“Really?”

“Yea, you don’t believe me?”

“Nope!”

Her excitement peeked, “Wanna bet?”

“Sure.”

She jumped up. “Are you game for this game is for a man, no boys allowed.”

Now she had my goat. “If you don’t have any toys then you have to spend the rest of the night nude.”

“Easy, but only if I do,” She took a deep breath. “I get to watch you jack off.”

“What?”

“Oh come on you’re a guy and surely you’ve jacked off a million times all ready. So, this should be no big deal for you. and besides, I’ve never watched a guy before.”

“Really?”

“Yea, so are you game or chicken?”

“You have a bet.” We shook hands.

She stood up and grabbed my hand. “You better come with me.” With that said, Ruth led me up to her room.

I started to feel taken. Ruth didn’t seem to be the type to walk into osmaniye escort a toy store and purchase something.

“Since I have had to endure many nights of listening to Heather cum over and over again, I ordered some things to help me through those nights.”

Damn, the internet as I didn’t think about that. She could purchase things and not have to visit any store. Ruth started to light some candles and her bedroom had this warm glow as she turned off the lights. “I want you to be comfortable.” She pulled out some of her toys.

Her first toy was a silver bullet. Ok, that was expected. Next, she pulled out a rabbit, “I really like this one. Love how it feels in me and the beads start to spin.”

“Really?”

She turned it on to show me. “Why don’t you get more comfortable as I want to see all of you.”

A bet is a bet and I had to pay up. Embarrassed as my cock was all ready growing, and now it was very noticeable. Standing up, my eyes were glued on her waiting for a reaction which came in a big smile as her eyes were glued on my stiff cock.

“Don’t worry, I have some more toys and will show you all of them when were ready.”

This girl knew how to push my buttons. Now I really wanted to see what she had. I removed my shirt and then my shorts and boxers. My cock fully hard pointing to the ceiling.

“Very nice!” She moved over to me and gave me a quick lick. Holding my cock she turned her face to look up at me, “I like big cocks, wonder if Heather will ever share that with me.”

“Oh, you’re such a tease.”

“Yep! So anyways, I have yet to take this one.” She pulled out this nine inch life like dildo. “I just had to have it; it looks so freaking hot on the web site.”

“Oh my god, that is freaky.”

“You think? Feel it, it’s so soft. It’s from cyberskin.

“No way.

“Oh don’t be gay, it’s not a real cock.” She started to stroke it, like she was masturbating some man.

“Still, I can’t.”

“I’ll let you use it on me, if you touch it?” Ruth made a circle with her thing and index finger, pretending to slide it in her.

Damn, that was freaking how! Now the envelope was being pushed. Was this too much? Oh, I had to see her take that thing, how erotic to watch that thing in her.

Ruth looked at me, smiled, and then pulled the cami over her head. She was not sitting nude, right before my eyes. The room began to spin, making it hard for me to breath. Ruth teased me a little, “I want this thing big and fat.” She leaned back against the bed propping herself with pillows. Holding the cyberskin, she moved it up her chest to her chin, toying with it. Holding the cock inches from her lips, kissed it, and started to slide the toy down to her pussy. Her lips were wet, parted, and she started to take the fake cock in her wet pussy.

“Do you like watching me?”

My cock was rock hard and aching for some attention. Reaching over, I grabbed her massage oil, put some on my hand and moved next to her. Our shoulders were touching and we could watch each other. I wanted to watch the toy sliding in and out of her pussy. So after a minute I moved next to her, sitting Indian style. This way, I can watch her fucking herself and she could still see me. Her eyes were glued on my hand, sliding my hand up and down my stiff cock.

“That is so hot! I’ve never watched a man before.”

Since Ruth has an eight inch dildo in her, I didn’t think she was conservative. Her eyes were glued on my hand, so with my other hand I reached out and felt her breast. She looked up at me and smiled. Rolling her nipples through my fingers, Ruth smiled at me. Her breasts were soft, her nipples hard, and it all felt good.

“I really want to watch you cum. How far do you shoot?” She looked at my body then back to my cock, “Will you cum on me? That’s it baby cum on me, I want to feel you’re hot cum.”

I’m sure Ruth was only saying that for my pleasure, and was it working. It’s always so erotic to hear a woman talk dirty. Since I was towering over Ruth, I knew my cum would be all over her. Talk about a mental rush, cumming all over my friend. She seemed ok with that and was even asking me to do that. after all this was her dirty idea and I’m going to take full advantage of it. Tonight, I’ve seen Ruth nude and use a toy.

Women, look so sexy when they are nude, and even erotic when they are about to cum. I wanted to enjoy this moment so I moved along side her. My head was close to her pussy. Women love to stay prim and proper but when they are aroused the legs part and I was enjoying the view. Ruth had her legs apart as I slide the cyberskin dildo into her. This thing was big and thick. Talk about a mental rush, watching the head enter her waiting wet pussy.

The silver bullet was lying against her, with my other hand I grabbed it and struggled to turned it on. Ruth’s eyes grew big as she watched me. With my other hand, I guided and pushed the cyberskin deep into her. Then placed the silver bullet on her clit. Ruth closed her eyes sinop escort and started to really enjoy the experience.

I think she was close, too close. She didn’t open her eyes. She let go of the dildo and I controlled her pleasure. I kept the dildo in her as the silver bullet worked her clit. Ruth was on fire, fully enjoying the attention. Oh, and I was focused on her.

“Oh god, I’m going to cum!”

The cybercock stayed deep in her, allowing her pussy to grip it. Her pussy was so wet making sexy sounds as the silver bullet vibrated on her clit.

“That feels so good.”

My focus was only on her clit. I can’t believe that my roommate, this sexy woman, lying on her back, nude, and being fucked by the dildo in my hand. With my other hand, I massaged her clit with a silver bullet vibrator. Looking up at Ruth, I noticed that her eyes where still closed. Her breaths were shallow and fast. She was so close, oh yea she’s about to cum!

In a deep voice, almost demanding, “That’s it baby, fuck me with that thing!” Ruth reached out, grabbed my hand holding the silver bullet. She held tight, now allowing my hand to move. “That’s it baby, I’m cumming!”

I watched as the orgasm took control over her body. Her body convulsed with pleasure. Ruth shook, and let out some sexy sounds. She looked so hot, cumming with me holding the toys on her most intimidate of parts.

After two minutes or so, Ruth came back to earth. Her eyes slowly opened, “that was soo good.”

“I’m glad that you enjoyed it.”

“Oh yea. I loved it. Can I feel you?

“Sure.”

Slowly, tentatively she reached out. Her small soft hands wrapped around my very hard cock. I moved up, closer to her, straddled her stomach. Now, she had easy access. Ruth placed some oil on her hands and started to massage me.

“I’m going to make you cum.”

She grabbed the oil and put some on her hands. Next, she grabbed my cock and started to massage my painfully hard cock.

“I bet you want to fuck me don’t you?”

“Yes, just as much as you want me to.”

“Touché. To be honest, I do miss the feeling of a hard cock in me. Oh, and after I cum I love getting fucked hard.”

No time like the present to see how far our friendship had evolved, reached down and started playing with her breasts. Something sexy about them, her chest was still flushed and nipples rock hard.

“Do you like how I feel?”

“Very much so.”

“I was serious; I want you to cum all over my tits.”

“That will not be a problem.”

Ruth started to work her hands faster, with a steady beat she started to stroke my cock. Wondered what song she was listening to in her head. Faster and a little stronger she would stroke me. “So, are you going to allow me to watch you fuck Heather?”

“Oh yes, that will be hot.”

“I can’t want to see, this fat cock of yours in her tight, wet, pussy.”

“One rule, you have to be nude to watch.”

Ruth eyes grew big, “Really?”

I knew she wanted to watch and her reaction confirmed that she wanted to. Now, how do I get Heather in this little game? Heather has always been very open when it comes to sex, and she loves to masturbate for me. She even made a few comments about some hot actresses, so maybe she’s open to this after all.

Man, it was so hard to think from what Ruth was doing with my cock. All I wanted to do was guide my cock into her sexy mouth. Wonder how those lips would feel, wrapped around my cock. To have her suck me, her wet tongue flicking and sliding up and down my shaft.

“Oh god,” I was so close. Thinking about her and what I want to do to her. Thinking about having Heather join us in and pushing the envelope. “I’m going to cum.”

“That’s it baby, cum all over me.” Ruth gave me a couple fast strokes as the first stream shot out and landed on her hair. The second stream landed on her face. Ruth worked everything out of me, allowing me to enjoy the moment and come back to reality. I looked down, she looked so sexy. This was the first time that I’ve ever cum on a woman like this. Heather would normally suck me off, but Ruth seemed to enjoy having cum on her. I’m sure it was for my benefit as she started to play with it. She grabbed a Kleenex and started to clean herself up.

“Well, that was fun!”

“Yea that was. You were great.”

Ruth sat up, still being nude she looked confident, and didn’t try to cover up. “Well, I guess this is going to change things.”

“Kind of, were both adults and have a wild side.”

She smiled and looked excited with her face glowing, “Exactly.”

“We did push the boundaries but didn’t go over the line. I think Heather would love to have you watch us.”

“Oh that would be hot.”

I hugged her, “Yea, so we just have to be careful and work on expanding our relationship.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” We both stood up and walked to the bathroom to clean up.

“So tell me Ruth. Do you want to bed my girl?”

“Not sure, I’ve never been with a woman before. Heather is so smart and sexy that who knows.”

“I hear you; we can’t plan this just have to let things happen.” One of the most important things that I’ve learned about women, adult situations have to happen and can’t be forced. So I knew this would have to play out on its own; however, I could help things along.

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“Sensational,” I said, whistling softly through my teeth, admiring the comely blonde as she squatted down to make her choice on the bottom shelf of the imported aisle in the wine and spirits store. I uttered it intentionally, just loud enough for her to hear.

She turned on her high-heel sandals towards me, still squatting, and was it my imagination, or did she part her legs ever so slightly? She was clad in a white blouse and a tight, tan mini-skirt that hugged those aforementioned sensational curves like, well, like a tight, tan mini-skirt should hug sensational curves.

I guessed her to be about early forties, ten years younger than I, and her tanned, athletic thighs looked like they could crack walnuts. Or my skull while I was between them. Wishful thinking, admittedly.

She fondled the neck of the bottle of the merlot sensuously in her manicured fingers, leisurely stroking, up and down, up and down. She twirled a lock of her short blonde hair off of her forehead and took stock of me. She smiled. I took that as a good sign. “Oh, you approve of the wine? Is this a good vintage?”

“The wine is only average, actually,” I said, unabashedly peering right between her legs, seeing no sign of panties. I lifted my gaze upwards. She looked like a woman who took what she wanted, a sophisticated suburban slut. Or so I hoped. “It’s you I was referring to. You’re simply sensational. A rare vintage.”

She spun some more, so that her face was now on a direct perpendicular line with my crotch, perhaps two feet away. I looked right down at her, and she licked her lips, just enough to make me wonder if I had seen it. “I’m told I’m a buttery taste, sweet, easy on the palette.”

I extended my hand to lift her up. She took it in her soft palm, and our eyes never left each others. With her heels, she was almost my height. I knew instinctively that she was a feline who wanted to play with a new ball of string. “John Garman,” I said simply, by way of succinct introduction. Words were secondary at this point. The primary seduction had already been established and reciprocated.

“Gloria. Gloria Will. Pleased to meet you, John Garman.” Her index finger snaked out to caress my wrist. I saw the wedding band with a huge diamond on her ring finger. That never deters me. In fact, it only makes the chase more invigorating. I wasn’t looking for a relationship. Just a few hot hours.

I glanced down at her basket, which was already filled with several bottles of Australian cabernet. “Entertaining tonight, are we, Gloria Will?”

“Tomorrow night. A little get-together with the girls.” She rocked back and forth on her heels, flicking the bang from her forehead once more. She was hot. I was hard.

“No hubby?”

“Out-of-town on a golf trip,” she made a face like she didn’t care if he took his own sweet time in returning home.

“So you’re free tonight?”

She threw her head back slightly and giggled. “You don’t waste any time, do you?

My eyes blazed into hers, my intentions clear. “No, I do not. And, you didn’t answer my question.” My eyes lingered down to her legs. They were truly spectacular. One might say……sensational.

She pondered me, clearly enjoying my brazen inventory of her wares. “Perhaps. I’m feeling freer by the moment. What did you have in mind?”

Gloria knew damn well what I had in mind, in the broader sense. It was just a matter of detail now.

“Meet me in the hotel bar at the Marriott in West Conshohocken and we’ll share some ideas.” If I didn’t know better, I’d say her nipples were now poking more noticeably from her linen blouse.

“You’re bold,” she said. “I like bold. So, you want me to go to a hotel with you, just like that?” I noticed that she didn’t say ‘no’.

“Don’t get your hopes up, Gloria,” I teased. “We’re just going to the bar. They have the most amazing selection of New Zealand wines there. We can sample a few while telling each other dirty little secrets.”

It was apparent that while Gloria was no doubt used to getting approached, she wasn’t quite used to this particular approach. My theory is simple, and relatively time-tested. The more beautiful the woman, the more direct the approach. Change the intimidation factor from minute one.

Gloria glanced at her silver Movado wrist watch. “I have to run these items home and check on my daughter. I just live a few minutes from the hotel. Call it, a half-hour?”

I nodded confidently. “I’ll be at the rear corner of the bar. It shouldn’t be that crowded this time on a Thursday.” I let my eyes wander up and down her outfit. “I wish more women would dress like that. It’s, how shall I put it? Sensational. So, please, don’t go changin’. I love you just the way you are, as a famous singer once said.”

Thirty-five minutes later, the tokat escort sensational Gloria Will strode into the nearly deserted lounge off the lobby, sexual heat radiating from her like a radioactive reactor, her sandals clicking off of the marble floor. I had already ordered and had two large goblets of Wairarapa merlot waiting for us.

She sat down and opened her mouth to speak, her legs splaying apart on the tall stool. I caught my first full flash of her silken pussy, which appeared trimmed by golden wisps of hair. I raised a finger to her lips and whispered softly, “Ssssshhh. Don’t speak. Just savor.”

I swished the glass around in my hand and took a healthy sip. I leaned over towards Gloria, who instinctively opened her mouth. I squirted the wine between her lips, little by little, until my tongue danced and swirled around her mouth as we consumed the wine together, holding our kiss even after she swallowed the rich red wine.

Our lips retracted, and she let out an almost inaudible sigh, her eyes still closed. I leaned into her ear. “You swallow.”

Her eyes still closed, she smiled at my observation of fact. “Always,” she growled huskily. “I love the taste of delicious nectar.”

My hand rose under her skirt and made its way up those lean, muscled inner thighs. She accommodated my reach by spreading her long legs a bit more, almost imperceptibly, and raising her buttocks from the stool to allow the inevitable penetration of digit to cunt. Permission granted.

My fingers took a direct path to the intended target. There was a time to tease. This was not one of them. Two fingers entered her steaming pussy at the same time, one going upwards to caress the inner walls of her cavern, the other descending south to embark on a vaginal spelunking.

“My fantasy has always been to finger-fuck a beautiful stranger in public and watch her taste herself,” I confessed, my north-bound finger already finding the spongy mass of her g-spot.

Not wanting to cum, though it was apparent by her cunt muscles clenching around my fingers that she was on the verge, she reluctantly reached down and extracted my fingers from her slit with an audible squishing sound. She raised her fingers to her lips and groaned. “Well, you found the right stranger.”

She placed my fingers tightly together and began to lick the tips, savoring her own flavors. “Ummmm, delicious nectar indeed,” she purred.

Out of the corner of my eye, I observed that our antics now had the attention of the older female bartender, and she looked none-too-pleased by the goings-on in the corner stools. Oblivious to this, Gloria took my fingers from her lips and placed them onto my own. I consumed the finger food greedily. “Mmmm, buttery taste, sweet, easy on the palette.” She came as advertised.

The grey-haired tender of the bar now stood in front of us, frowning like an annoyed school-marm who had caught the kids groping in the coat closet and was sending them to the principal’s office. “Perhaps you two should consider taking these amorous displays to your room, before I have to call security,” she said sternly. It was not a suggestion.

“Why, that’s a splendid idea, Shirley,” I announced, glancing at her name badge. “I’m glad I took the liberty of reserving a suite on the concierge level.” I took Gloria’s hand with one of my own. “Could you please send us these glasses, and the remainder of the bottle, to Room 1021, please?” I placed a fifty on the counter, and escorted Gloria out into the lobby.

The black businessman at the other end of the bar looked like his jaw would hit the ground. “Damn, son, have yourself one FINE evenin’,” he muttered as Gloria sashayed by him. “One FINE evenin’, mmm, mmm.”

The door to the elevator had barely closed when I fell to my knees and lifted Gloria’s skirt to her navel and placed her leg over my shoulder, burying my nose in her mound without pretense. I parted the light salmon-hued folds of her outer labia and eagerly licked my way around the fleshy flaps. She was indeed delectable, and she squeezed the back of her head into her crotch to encourage my continued oral homage.

The elevator dinged and eased its speed as we approached the fifth floor. There wasn’t a snowball’s chance in hell that I was stopping my lapping, even if a posse of nuns wee getting on. As fate would have it, it was a portly young man in a light blue Marriott maintenance golf shirt. His own name badge said his name was Herb.

Herb’s eyes opened to the size of a owl with night-vision difficulties. I’m sure he’d seen his share of extracurricular activities in the course of his duties, but doubted that he’d ever had the proverbial owl’s-eye-view of a pussy-eating seminar, up close and personal.

Fortunately, my yozgat escort own instincts about Gloria proved correct, for not only did she NOT recoil in the slightest, but instead lifted her leg up onto the handrail and lifted the hem of her skirt higher, up to mid-tummy. providing Herb with unfettered visual access to my tongue snaking along the walls of her sopping cunt.

“Why, hello, Herb,” Gloria cooed, nonplussed. “Do you like my pussy?” Herb nodded and blushed, tugging up his baggy maintenance trousers in which he was no doubt developing a severe case of ‘woodiness’. He hurriedly pushed the button for the next available floor on which to depart. He’d already missed the sixth floor, and so had to settle for the seventh.

Portly Herb scrambled off the cab, probably moving faster than he ever did in the course of his normal duties. Before the doors closed, however, as my tongue lashing never once slowed, Gloria shouted out to him, “And do you know I just met this man less than an hour ago, Herb? Too bad you didn’t get on the first floor with us.”

Now, that was slutty. My kind of woman. Gloria got off on the exhibitionism, as if I hadn’t already sensed that. That kind of tidbit was going to come in as very handy knowledge indeed as our escapade continued.

Bringing Gloria to the brink once again, but not over it, the doors opened on the top floor. I grabbed Gloria by her impossibly firm forty-plus-year-old buttocks and virtually wrestled her to the carpet of the tenth floor lobby, devouring her right on the corridor floor as she flopped and writhed and wrapped her strong arms around my head. Her legs spasmed wildly, stretched lewdly in a wide letter “y”, which is where I was eating.

Although I did not necessarily plan it that way, Gloria’s back arched high off the carpet and I felt her folds open like the petal of a blossoming flower, and with a mighty shriek which echoed down the narrow hallway, she spewed a white, milky burst of ejaculate onto my face, cumming like the literal fast-flowing river.

The door to Room 1018 opened a crack , no doubt to determine the source of the ear-splitting screams that could not have been mistaken other than anything than a woman in the throes of a volcanic orgasm. But in the middle of the hallway!?!?

I looked up from between Gloria’s legs, my face covered in her cum, and saw an attractive short-haired brunette, perhaps mid-thirties, dressed in a yellow cotton robe that exposed another set of toned legs (besides the ones now wrapped around neck). Even from my vantage point prone on the carpet and saturated by Gloria’s fluids and aroma, I could smell the scent of strawberry shampoo or body lotion on the curious occupant.

Gloria rose up from the floor and smiled slyly at the woman. “Got a little carried away, hun, sorry about that. But a woman’s gotta cum where a woman’s gotta cum, know what I mean?”

The sexily shy brunette first tried to disguise a look of disgust, but her raven eyes betrayed her with a twinkle of lust. She eased the door shut, never taking her eyes off of Gloria’s exposed golden triangle, dripping with after-shocks of cum. She sequestered back to her own room, no doubt prepared to indulge at some enthusiastic self-pleasure after witnessing the public cunninlingus exhibit.

Finally, after seemingly threatening to be discovered by the entire populi of the hotel, Gloria and I gathered ourselves and stumbled down the hall to our suite.

Gloria tugged at my crotch, which she hadn’t even touched before now, and nibbled on my ear. “She was kinda hot in a preppy sorta way, stranger. What do you say that maybe we ask her to join us in a bit?”

Talk about music to my ears! I slid the card into the slot and pushed Gloria inside. “You like women, too, do you, darlin’?”

Gloria responded by dropping to her knees in front of me, and pushing me against the door, unbuttoning her blouse with one hand while extracting my cock from its zippered confinement with the other. “Mmmmm, I do, baby, I do. But not as much as a good piece of cock,” she muttered, examining my still growing dick as it emerged from its shell.

She began to teasingly lick the underside of my shaft while yanking my pants down to my ankles roughly. “Oooh, nice. I knew you’d be a big boy. You can’t have that much confidence to pick up a married woman and not have a giant eel down there.” She began to suck hungrily on my mushroom head. “Oh, and I love seafood. Buttery…and sweet. Yum.”

I just leaned back and enjoyed Gloria’s talented mouth, resisting the urge to grab the back of her skull and face-fuck the married hottie. Gloria kept slathering my cock with huge gobs of saliva and then slithered it back into her mouth, reminiscent of the spaghetti-eating scene from zonguldak escort the animated movie ‘The Lady and the Tramp’. A fitting comparison, I mused, watching Gloria the Lady Tramp consume her seven-inch main course.

After five minutes or so of her expert slobbery cocksucking, I was ready to blow unless I put an end to this particular phase of our now hour-long relationship.

It was time to fuck, and to be watched.

I picked her up, one hand gripping her formerly well-coiffed hair, the other cupping her chin, reminding her unequivocally who was to remain in control. Me.

I led her to the plate-glass window which was directly across from the Morgan Stanley high-rise on Fayette Street. I pulled down her skirt which somehow had miraculously stayed on thus far. Gloria took the cue, spinning around so that her tits were mashed against the double-paned wide window with the panoramic view of Montgomery County.

She put both palms on the window and spread her legs wide, her sandals still on her feet. She had transformed from the letter ‘y’ on the hallway floor to the letter ‘X’ in front of the window.

Twenty-four letters left in which to contort her, I thought, slapping my dick against perhaps the tightest ass I have ever seen on a middle-aged woman. Gloria was reveling in the pending assault now, kindred exhibitionist souls wanting to be witnessed by as many voyeurs as we possibly could.

“Fuck me,” she hissed over her shoulder. “Fuck me with that big fucking cock for all to see.”

So I did. Ruthlessly. Relentlessly. With each violent thrust into her vice-like cunt, my big testicles pounded against her ass, causing them to turn pinker and pinker with each successive ball slap. I grabbed Gloria’s hair once again, and tugged her neck backwards so I could kiss her, our only kiss since we shared the wine in our mouths.

Hey, just where was that fucking wine anyway, I suddenly asked myself in the middle of the cunt-pounding. After all, I had a fifty dollar tip invested in this room service delivery.

My mind was snapped back to the task at hand. While still kissing Gloria as I fucked her urgently, I saw a scene that we had both no doubt been wanting to evoke. I released my mouth from Gloria’s and steered her head towards the office building directly across the street.

One-by-one, apparently in a series of inter-office tweets, and texts, and e-mails and phone calls, the lucky workers of Morgan Stanley who were working late this evening pressed themselves into various offices to watch our torrid exercise. One group of men burst into applause, and although we could not hear them, we saw then clap and give us the thumbs-up, as they gave themselves high-fives.

In yet another window, which looked to be a regal executive sweet from the look of the decor within, a fit dark-haired man in his fifties had already taken out his cock, and he quickly shot his seed onto the plate glass window. Even from across the street, we could see it was a prodigious burst. The janitorial staff would earn their money tonight. Hope they had a squeegee.

An older secretary-type wanked herself on a plush leather chair in yet another window on a higher floor, her fingers vigorously plunging in and out of her cunt as her mouth was open in a silent ‘O’. Another letter, this was like sexual ABC’s.

The dual sensors of watching while being watched was more than I could stand. Just before erupting with a hearty roar, I spun Gloria around, pushed her again to her knees, and taking her cue, she wrapped her luscious tits around my cock as I came all over her firm globes, splattering tiny pellets of cum onto her chin and cheek and collarbone.

Though we could still not hear them, the stockbrokers and investment advisors across the street went berserk, like a Super Bowl touchdown had been scored, banging on the windows and jumping up and down with glee. The secretary licked her own fingers and coyly blew us a kiss.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Ah, the wine, perfect. A refresher before round two, I thought.

Fully expecting a young delivery boy, Gloria bounded to the door, still naked and freshly covered with semen, wanting to shock the youngster with the best non-monetary tip he would ever receive.

Instead, as she swung the door open while I stood with cum still oozing from my half-hard dick in front of the window, we went from ‘shockers’ to ‘shock-ees’.

There, with a cart containing an iced bucket of half-open Wairarapa merlot, stood the cute brunette from Room 1018.

“I intercepted the delivery boy, I hope you don’t mind. He was rather easy to persuade,” she said, opening her robe to display a tight, petite body clad in a black camisole. “My name is Amber, by the way,” she said in a foreign accent that sounded to be halfway around the world. “I’m from New Zealand.”

She leaned over and ducked her head to Gloria’s chest and began to lick my still warm cum off of Gloria’s breasts.

“Ummm, buttery.” Amber purred. “And sweet.”

Round two was already starting.

Sensational.

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Madison stared blankly at her computer screen. She was wearing a pair of tight destroyed jeans and a t-shirt that she had quite literally cut in half so that almost her whole midriff was exposed. She never wore the shirt anywhere but to bed, but she did quite like sitting in her bedroom, looking at herself in the mirror, and thinking about how much of a slut she had become, even if nobody saw her in it.

“Well done, Madison,” began the message from her blackmailer. “You really outdid yourself with that video. I knew it would be arousing, but you really went all out. You humiliated yourself far more than I instructed or even anticipated – I suppose there really isn’t any stopping you when you get horny enough, is there?”

Madison read the message, looking for her next task. She had truly begun to accept that her fate was to be an exposed, humiliated webslut, shown off online for the world to see, with her real name and city, just waiting for her entire world to get turned upside down the instant she was recognized by someone she knew.

It wasn’t mere acceptance, however. Madison was regretful at times about what she had become. In fact, most of the time when she wasn’t aroused by her own behavior, she was humiliated and ashamed of herself. She sat in class wearing a slightly more revealing top than usual and felt ashamed. She ate lunch with her friends and sat there feeling regretful about what her life had turned into.

But, every time she thought about changing her ways, two things happened – first, she became fearful that her mystery blackmailer would really follow through with his threats. Second, she would eventually become so aroused that she couldn’t help herself. She wanted more and she knew it. She was helpless to stop herself. And the more she began to accept it, the less she tried to overcome it. She knew she needed the addictive rush brought about by digging herself into an ever deeper hole, an ever expanding web of humiliation that could only end with her own ruination. And the more she felt that addictive rush, the more she craved it, regardless of the consequences.

Over the next several weeks, Madison completed several tasks. First, she had blindfolded herself and stood nude in front of her bedroom window for ten minutes. It was not the most difficult task except, of course, if anyone she knew happened by the window, it would have been quite embarrassing, although she would not have known, because her instructions were to make a video of it and not to remove the blindfold until she had waited ten minutes, masturbated to orgasm, and closed the curtains.

Of course, Madison filled the bulk of her several minutes of masturbation with dirty talk, begging out loud for any potential onlookers to call her a slut, watch her, humiliate her, and expose her.

After that, Madison had written “I will fuck anyone” in large letters on her stomach and worn fairly normal attire – jeans and a sweater that only gave a peek of her stomach and did not reveal the words written on her body – to a grocery store. She had been instructed to place her phone on one side of an aisle, raise he sweater to expose the writing, hold it for ten seconds, and replace her sweater. She did this, as instructed, at three locations in the store.

“I will fuck anyone,” she told the camera. “I mean, I know it’s not exactly true, but like – if someone saw me like this, I – it would be – I would die!” She continued, “And I would get off so hard.” In fact, she got so horny she unbuttoned her jeans in the car and removed her sweater for the ride home, filming herself as she talked to the camera the entire time, occasionally flashing her nipples. She talked about how she needed this – needed the humiliation and exposure, how she needed to be a slut, how she thought in that moment that she really would fuck, literally, anyone.

Yet another task took Madison to the school library, where she sat in a short skirt and no panties and flashed the camera five times, for thirty seconds each, in between stacks of books before giving her breasts, with the words “public fucktoy” and “exposed slut” written on them, ten smacks each with a ruler. She repeated this five times as well before begging to be ruined and exposed once again, sending the video to her blackmailer immediately afterward.

And yet another time, Madison was instructed to go shopping with a butt plug shoved up her ass, which she did before masturbating in her car. The video, including her insertion of the plug in a mall restroom, was a half hour long.

Finally, warmer weather arrived, and with it, the moment Madison both feared and wished for – the moment when she would be instructed to engage in a humiliating video session in class.

“Hello again, Madison,” the message began. “It’s good to see that you have been keeping up with your task assignments so well. You have been doing so well, in fact, that I think I need to raise the difficulty a bit.

With that being said, your attire for this task will be as follows: a v-neck crop top, the hemline of which may be no longer than the point halfway between kahramanmaraş escort the bottom of your breasts and your bellybutton. The color does not matter. You will wear jeans, and they may be slightly high-waisted, but your pierced navel must be exposed along with at least two fingers’ width below it. You may wear a cardigan or jacket but may not button, zip, or otherwise close it to obscure your midriff at any time. Your bra and shoes are your choice. Your ass will be plugged and I want video proof of this.

After you have dressed yourself as instructed, you will record yourself as you lift up the hem of the top and write the word “slut” in one inch letters, the bottoms of which shall be no more than the width of your pinky finger higher than the bottom hem of the top when it is in its ordinary position.

You will then attend class wearing this attire, with the word “slut” barely covered and your ass plugged. When you arrive in class, you will remove the cardigan/jacket and leave it off for the duration of the class. You will record yourself walking to class and removing the cardigan/jacket. You will excuse yourself during class to go to the restroom in the classroom building and masturbate to orgasm with the top raised to expose the writing on your body. You will record yourself as you exit the classroom, walk to the restroom, masturbate, and return to class.

Once you begin to masturbate, you cannot stop for any reason, including, but not limited to, the entrance of another person into the restroom. You may masturbate inside a stall. You must use the word “slut” out loud at least once per minute until you are finished. Once your class ends, your task is over, except that you must record yourself exiting the building.

Good luck, and I have no doubt that you will enjoy yourself.”

Madison froze. “Oh my God – I can’t do that!” She thought. “Go to class wearing – THAT? With slut written on my stomach? Barely covered? Holy shit, what if my top rides up? What if someone hears me? What if – shit, what if -” There were so many what ifs, Madison could hardly consider them all.

Madison legitimately did not know if she could bring herself to go through with it. She spent most of the rest of the day, when she wasn’t busy with something else, dwelling on the task she had been commanded to perform. “This is crazy,” she thought. “And the really crazy part is, I go to class and I sit there looking innocent, well – I mean, more innocent than I actually am, and – deep inside of me I know I’m exposed all over the internet, and I never really know who knows about me, but I try to keep it a secret from everyone.”

She thought about what would happen if she went through with it. And, of course, she thought about what would happen if she didn’t. She thought about the blackmailer, sitting behind his (or her) computer screen, sending links to the video proof of all of her filthiest exploits to her friends, maybe even her family.

Madison seriously considered messaging her blackmailer and begging him to reconsider. Perhaps she would offer to do something in private, but more extreme in other ways? Or she could offer to do something more humiliating, in a public place, but somewhere far away from campus where she would not be recognized. Somewhere where her professors, at least – the very people who would eventually be recommending her for a teaching job – would not see her dressing and acting like a trollop.

However, she also knew that she could likely pull off the task without being caught – it would be humiliating, sure, but if she acted carefully, she wouldn’t expose the writing on her body or get caught masturbating. Finally, she knew that the idea, as crazy as it was, was arousing to her, and there was definitely a part of her that craved the risk she was taking for the sake of her own arousal. At last, she decided not to beg for another task.

“I’m really fucked,” she thought as she sat and considered her predicament the following day. “Either I go to class dressed like a complete slut, risk my shirt riding up and everyone seeing the word slut written on my body, risk someone hearing me call myself a slut while I fuck myself in the school bathroom – or I risk having people I know find out all about me.”

Of course, there was a part of Madison which was genuinely enjoying the situation, and that part was seemingly growing by he hour. Finally, two days after she received the message, she could not take it anymore.

“What if I – I just dress up and pretend,” she said out loud. She already had on jeans that fit the blackmailer’s orders, and she quickly went to her closet and pulled out a short, white crop top matching the remainder of the order, along with a long, olive green cardigan. In a matter of seconds, she pulled off her T-shirt and replaced it with the crop top.

“Slut,” she said out loud as she grabbed a marker. Lifting up her top slightly, she meticulously scribbled the four letters onto her tanned flesh. She stood before her mirror and placed her arms behind her head, causing kastamonu escort her shirt to ride up and the letters to become visible. “Slut,” she continued, “what if someone sees me like this? What if I secretly want them to?”

At that moment, seeing herself dressed in that outfit, she knew there was no going back. “God, I’m fucked,” she said out loud. “And the fucked up thing is, I actually want this. I actually want to be forced to do this. And I know that I’m just giving him more material to use, to force me to do even more, and God, I want that too. I asked for this and I got it and I want more.”

Madison was so aroused it was all she could do to keep from ripping her jeans off and fucking herself right there. “I’m going to do it,” she said, “whether I completely want to or not, I don’t really have a choice. And that’s exactly how I like it.” Madison smiled at her reflection in the mirror. “I really am a slut.”

Madison unbuttoned her jeans for added effect before sitting down on her bed. “God, I want to fuck myself right now,” she thought. “But this will be so much better if I make myself wait – build up anticipation – and have the orgasm of my life in the school bathroom. God, am I fucking nuts or what? I actually hope somebody hears me – comes in – tells me I’m a nasty slut and forces me -“

Madison shook her head. She knew if she let these fantasies run rampant any longer, she really would be fucking herself in the next minute. “Tomorrow,” she thought. “Tomorrow I wear this to class and make the video and do exactly as I have been told, and I do not cum until I’m in that bathroom.” For one thing, she wanted the extreme rush that would be increased by not touching herself too soon. For another thing, she knew that she needed to cum quickly in that bathroom – the quicker the better, because the longer she remained in there, the likelier she was to get caught.

That night, Madison slept fitfully. She hasn’t even bothered to wash the writing off her body, reasoning that the permanent marker would remain fresh on her skin the following day. She awoke almost hourly, pulling up her slightly longer, cropped T-shirt to look at the word on her body before going back to sleep, well aware of what she was about to do.

Finally, morning came. Madison carefully scrubbed off the writing in the shower, although it did not completely disappear. She made her way to the bedroom in only a towel, and after closing her door she threw the towel aside. She reached for her phone, and after sighing deeply, flicked on the camera and began recording.

Madison picked up a black bra and put it on. It was mainly lace, and it perfectly outlined her cleavage, slightly pressing her breasts together and leaving the flesh between her perky tits exposed. She then pulled out a medium sized silicone butt plug from her dresser drawer, watching in the mirror as she first lubed the plug and then carefully slid it into her ass.

“Oooh,” she moaned softly as she forced the plug in until it came to rest in its natural position, with the bulb inside her rectum, which had tightened around the narrow bottleneck of the plug, and the wide, flat end of the plug pressed against her hole. “I can’t believe I’m actually about to go to class with a plug in my ass,” she said to the camera. “Just the thought of it is making me wet. I feel like such a slut.”

Madison reached for a lace thong to match her bra. It was not much more than a string around her waist and a string between her legs, and it certainly did not hide the plug as it protruded from her ass. It was a little too tight, to the point that it must have been a little uncomfortable. She bent over, showing her ass to the camera. “See?” She said. “We my poor, slutty, plugged ass? I feel like such a whore wearing these panties with this plug.”

Madison next reached for her jeans. In accordance with her instructions, they rose to about two inches below her navel, leaving her dangly piercing exposed. She pulled them on before turning her ass to the camera again. “Can you tell?” She asked. “I wonder if anyone will know I have the plug in? What do you think?” She turned her face to the camera and smiled.

The next step was to put the white crop top back on. Its hem was just a little higher than the midpoint of the line between the bottom of her breasts and her navel. Between the jeans and the top was about seven inches of Madison’s exposed midriff.

“God, I look like such a slut in this,” she said. She wheeled her desk chair in front of the camera and sat down. The back of the hair was to her left, and the camera was behind her. In that position, her top rode up in the back and her jeans rode down, virtually doubling the amount of exposed skin. “My whole fucking back is out,” she moaned. “I really do look like a cheap slut. The whole class is going to think I’m a whore!”

Secretly, Madison was beginning to like the idea of going to class dressed like that, and of her classmates and professors thinking of her as nothing more than a slutty fuck toy. That secret would not kayseri escort remain a secret for long. Madison turned to the camera and smiled. “I actually like the idea. Like – there’s a part of me that wants the whole class to think I’m a slut. To know what I am. I just hope they don’t find out about me – like, being exposed – god, oh god, maybe I – maybe I just need to be ruined like that.” Madison chucked, a little nervous and a little embarrassed, but highly aroused.

She stood up and lifted her top. Just above the bottom hem, Madison re-traced the mostly washed-off letters of the word “slut” with permanent marker.

“There. Slut.” She said to the camera. “That’s what I am. A slut.” Madison raised her arms above her head, causing the shirt to ride up and the flesh bearing the humiliating inscription to be exposed to the camera. “God, I can’t raise my arms – I can’t raise my hand in class, or – or – well, let’s just say – everyone can read this.” The sudden realization that she could not so much as raise her hand in class without revealing her humiliating marking sent shivers down her spine. “How can I possibly keep this covered?!” She wondered to herself.

Madison lowered her arms and adjusted her top back to its natural position. She then shrugged her shoulders slightly, causing the bottom half of the word “slut” to appear from under the top. “Shit,” she said to the camera. “I basically can’t move my arms!” It might have only been half of the word, but it was enough for anyone with a brain to tell what it said.

Madison’s heart raced. She was now fully aware that the slightest misstep, the wrong movement or body positioning would immediately reveal the word she had written on her own body – to her classmates as well as to her professor – and if she forgot for a split second and allowed that to happen, there would be no taking it back. She would be forever remembered as the girl who went to class in a revealing top with the word “slut” written on her exposed body.

She was nervous – she would have to mind her clothing the entire time she sat in class, lest she completely humiliate herself. As Madison stood there, looking at what she had done to herself, she started to become aroused. “What have I become?” She thought out loud. “I can’t believe I’m actually wearing this top to class, let alone going with a plug in my ass and ‘slut’ written on my stomach, barely covered and at risk of coming out at any minute.”

“God, it would be so hot if my top rode up and everybody saw it – just – the sheer humiliation would be incredible!” Madison admitted to the camera. “I mean, I’d be standing there, people pointing, turning red in the face, completely destroyed, and I don’t think anything would turn me on more, oh, God, I’m so horny just thinking about it I mean I like – as much as I would like it, it would be horribly humiliating at the same time, and there’s no way I’m going to let that happen, but – God! I mean, I’m front of strangers, fine, but – these are people I go to school with!”

Madison lifter her arms again. “I’m a slut,” she told the camera. “See? Slut. I’m Madison Holt and I’m the class slut. God, I wish I could just let this happen, and stand there and raise my arms and announce what I am!”

“It’s a hot fantasy,” she continued, “but it would be so humiliating and embarrassing that I could never I mean, I like it but – not in class – that’s why I’m showing you,” she said to the camera. Slowly, she picked up the green cardigan and put it on. It didn’t help her situation much, because she wasn’t allowed to close it. It just focused the attention on the center of her stomach – where the letters would be if they peeked out.

Madison looked at the clock on her nightstand. It was just about time to go to class. She picked up her bag, which was of the brown leather one-shoulder variety, and picked up her phone. She took a deep breath. “I still can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she said “Any of this.” She tugged on the hem of her top and stepped slowly out from her bedroom. Her roommate was sitting on the couch and looked over at Madison as she exited her bedroom.

“What’s up with your outfit?” She asked.

“Why what’s wrong with it?”

“You’re going to class dressed like you’re going to a club or something,” she said. “Is there a guy? In your class?”

“No,” Madison said. “Just felt like finally breaking out of my comfort zone. How do I look?” She was careful to keep a hand near the bottom hem of her top, ready to tug on it at a moments notice, not wanting the word written on her body to become exposed.

“Well, honestly – you look sexy, but like a bit of a – you know – a bit slutty too.”

“Thanks,” Madison said awkwardly. She hurriedly left before her roommate could say anything more or notice the phone she was holding in her hand and using to record herself.

“I feel like such a slut,” Madison told the camera once she was outside and out of earshot. “See? Slut.” She lifted up her top briefly to show the writing to the camera. “I love feeling like a slut. And looking like a slut.” Madison smiles at the camera. “I am a slut,” she said. “A horny, exposed slut. I really hope nobody notices that I have slut written on my skin. Or my butt plug. But this outfit will draw attention and – knowing people are staring at me, knowing I could be exposed as a slut to my whole class today – God, it makes me want to touch myself.”

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