The Long-Haul Driver Pt. 04.2

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Part 4 – The Orthodontist’s Office – Chapter 2

When I leave Janet’s work area, I take time to walk to the windows in the front of the office and take a look outside. I am not really surprised to see that it is snowing fairly heavily. With the city being in the valley at the base of a mountain, it is not that uncommon for us to get some snow in the evenings as the air cools off, but this seems to be heavier than usual. Judging by the amount of snow already on the ground, it is probably snowing quite a bit higher up in the mountains. Having spent quite a bit of time driving with Michelle, I already know that the roads can get covered in snow fast, and that it doesn’t take much to cause the roads to get a layer of ice under the snow, which can really slow down the trucks coming through the mountains.

I wander through the store towards the receiving bay, taking an indirect route through the clothing area of the store. I see that the staff have been busy today rearranging and restocking their area, having received a large shipment of new merchandise a few days previously. I had unloaded the truck and had taken the time to check out some of the boxes, enjoying seeing that some of the styles had a more sexy look to them, since it was the stores christmas shipment and it had a more romantic theme to it.

The lingerie section of the clothing department had a good selection of garterbelts, stockings and bras, which was normal for the holiday season, but there are also several styles of corsets, basques, merrywidows and bodysuits, which were not things that are normally sold in the store. Michelle was into bodysuits and I saw a red one with red lace cups that had a lace flower right where her nipples would be, the nice thing being that it doesn’t have an underwire, which she does not like, because her breasts are so small that they did not need the support. She already had a lace shirt that she could wear the bodysuit underneath. I make a mental note to myself to have one set aside for her to try on the next time she is at the store.

As I am looking over the new selection, one of the part-time sales girls comes over and stands beside me. I have seen her around the store before, but since she is a recent hire, haven’t had a chance to meet her and talk to her to get to know her. “You’re the night receiver, I’ve seen you around the store. My name is Brenda. We have some more stock that we haven’t put out yet in the stock room, why don’t you come with me and we can take a look at what is there together. It is very quiet in the store tonight and I have all my other work done ahead of time, and the store is about to close.” Brenda looks to be in her early twenties, has long wavy auburn hair and is probably not quite five feet tall in her bare feet, but since she is wearing fairly tall heels — about 3 1/2 inches -, looks taller than that. Her build is slim and athletic, but what really stands out is her chest, which can accurately be described as spectacular. My guess is probably a DD cup, but on her slim body looks bigger. I am taking this all in as I turn towards her, my gaze, starting at her feet and working upwards, pauses as I reach her chest. She pulls her arms back slightly, causing her breasts to become slightly more accentuated, as my gaze continues upwards. At the angle that she is standing to me there is a slight gap showing between the buttons of her uniform blouse, giving me a glimpse of black lace and pale skin.

When my gaze reaches her face, she has a smile on her face which lets me know that she has seen that my gaze has paused at her chest, before continuing upwards to her face. Her lips are covering most of her teeth in a way that shows that she is trying to hide them from public view out of habit. “I don’t have time to do that right now, I have to get back to the receiving bay in a few minutes, but I might have a little time after the store closes. Give me a call in receiving when you have closed your department for the night. If we don’t have time to do it tonight, give me a call in receiving the next time you have an evening shift.”

As I pass the deli department on my way to the receiving bay, Sherri, the deli supervisor calls to me. It has been a while since I have seen Sherri, since I am usually in the back of the store around closing time and don’t really have much to do with the deli other than putting the new stock in their cooler after all the deli staff is long gone. “Have you talked karaman escort to Troy yet this evening? He was looking for you a little while ago, something to do with the trucks being delayed by the snow.” It was not unusual for her to be seen with Troy, one of the assistant store managers, since they were known to be seeing each other, sometimes sneaking away during work hours for a quick rendezvous in her office. I do a quick visual inspection of how she is dressed, but her makeup including her lipstick doesn’t seem to be in need of a touch-up.

“No, I was busy earlier up in the new orthodontists office moving some stuff around for them. They are just about ready to open to the public. I am heading to receiving right now. Are you and Troy closing the store tonight? You haven’t both been working the evening shift for a while.” I reply.

“Troy and I were up there earlier today checking out the office. He got them to give me a tour of their treatment rooms as well as showing me what they will be doing when they treat their patients. I got to experience what the patients will be going through at the start of their treatment. The Doctor had one of the assistants do a digital scan of my jaws and teeth, which I got to see on the computer, then they took impressions of both of my jaws along with a wax bite impression of how my teeth and jaws line up. By the time they were done with that, the Doctor had been given enough time to look at the computer scan to give me an initial assessment for a proposed treatment plan.” The whole time she had been talking I had been getting very brief flashes of silver from the back of her mouth. “Since Troy is the one who is responsible for making decisions about approval for treatment for the staff here, he sat in on my consultation. After the Doctor reviewed all my scans and developed a treatment plan, Troy had them put molar bands on since I had enough space without needing spacers installed. They put in bands with headgear tubes since the other bands haven’t arrived yet. I can have them removed in a few days if I want.” With that she gave me a big smile that exposed the bands on her molars. “Even though I had braces in my teens, my teeth have shifted slightly as I got older, probably because I didn’t wear my retainer the way I was supposed to. The Doctor said that my teeth are fine as they are and don’t need to be corrected, although there are a few things that can be done if I want them to. I think that Troy looks so sexy with his braces that I am considering getting treatment again. Last time I had full metal bands on most of my teeth with metal brackets on my front teeth. If I do get braces again, I will push to get ceramic brackets on most of my teeth this time.” Once more she gave me smile with that hint of sparkle to it. Since she is Troy’s girlfriend, I didn’t think she would have any trouble getting her treatment approved.

Just then there was an announcement that “the store was now closed for the day and that all customers are to proceed to the tills to pay for their purchases.” Sherri turns and heads towards the front of the store as I head towards the back. I take my time walking to the receiving area, knowing that there will not be any trucks scheduled to arrive for quite some time yet. Just like I always do at the beginning of my shift, I log onto the terminal at my workstation and go through my Email. There are the usual ‘company employee’ notices relating to things that the employees might be interested in, such as new internal job postings, any changes to work hours because of holidays, and other store related information.

Then there are several messages for the receiving department. The one that catches my eye is right at the top of that section, since it is highlighted and is flagged as important. It is a weather report for the district letting all the stores know that there is a winter storm warning, and that all the trucks will be late arriving. The main distribution warehouses would send out updates to the various stores as the trucks departed with an estimated time of arrival. I open up a new window on the computer and go to the highways department website to check the road conditions between the warehouses and this store. Several of the roads have heavy snow-fall alerts on them and the one to this store has an avalanche warning on it. I have driven that road many times with Michelle and now that if the wind is blowing from the ocean side of kars escort the mountain, that they will close the road rather than risk having vehicles caught in an avalanche. There are only two other roads that the trucks can take to bypass the mountain and both of them take at least two and a half hours longer in good weather, and since it is snowing heavily, it could take as much as five hours if those roads aren’t closed too.

The last group of messages are in my employee message box. These are for me only and are usually from store management, although sometimes other staff members do send messages. We are all told that the messages can be monitored by the security department and that we shouldn’t use it for personal messages. I don’t usually send personal messages to people in the store unless it is for something that isn’t really important. Tonight, I decide to send Brenda a quick ‘thank you’ note and include my personal email address, home phone and cell number. I scroll through the names, which are listed by last name alphabetically, looking for ‘Brenda’. There is only one and it is right above Sherri’s. I send the note and then read a few more messages from management.

Just then a new message pops into my in-box from Troy. I click on it to find that it says, “All overnight staff is being sent home because of the weather. They are to be ready to receive a call if they are needed, but that we do not think that the trucks will be arriving tonight because of the road conditions. All other staff not already in the store has been notified not to come in. The exception is the receiving staff, who will be staying overnight to handle any unexpected deliveries. All other staff is requested to leave as soon as the store has closed.”

The intercom comes on and I hear, “The store is now closed for the night. Can all staff please check your departments for anyone still shopping and then you can leave for the night.” I am just about to have the whole store to myself for the rest of the night. My phone rings and the number that shows in the display is the extension that Troy uses.

“Hello, receiving.” I answer.

“I just received a call from the warehouse letting me know that the main road into town has been closed because of the avalanche hazard. They are holding all the trucks at the warehouse until the weather improves. You probably won’t have any trucks until the local deliveries start in the morning. I already called the night-shift grocery supervisor and he is calling all his staff and letting them know to stay home tonight. Have a good night and don’t work to hard.” I could hear the humour in his Troy’s voice as he said the last sentence.

“I’ll try to keep myself busy. You have a good night.” I respond and then I hear him hang up. Before I can return the phone to the cradle, it rings again. “Unlisted number” appears in the display. I pick it up and respond, “Hello, receiving. How my I help you?”

“Did I just hear that you are going to be all alone in the store tonight? How would you like a little unexpected company to keep you awake. I still have a few things that I want to do yet before I go home.” There is no mistaking that sexy voice for anyone but Janet, especially when she puts that seductive purr into it.

“You heard right. I will be all by my lonesome self in this big store all night. If you wanted to keep me company, I will not complain. What are you working on, anyway?”

“Right now I am working on your impression models. I just finished pouring the mixture into the moulds and have to let it harden over night. I will be busy for the next couple of hours, but after that, I will have the rest of the night free. I have a few ideas of what we can do, but I’m not going to tell you what just yet. Come up and see me after everyone is gone.” There is a pause and then Janet says, “I might want to put you back into my chair later.” And before I can say anything, she hangs up.

I pull a chair over to the computer and sit down to continue reading the rest of my messages. Just as I am finishing my response to the last message, I see an eye below a head of long curly auburn hair peek around the corner. The one eye becomes two and a nose, then a face. It is a face that I have seen just a little while ago. The face is followed by the tip of a breast, which gradually becomes a whole breast, then two very spectacular breasts encased in a very snug fitting sleeveless knit top kıbrıs escort with several buttons undone, revealing a hint of cleavage. The head does a quick survey of the area, and then satisfied that I am the only one around, ducks back briefly before coming around the corner again, this time with the rest of the body with it.

“Janet ssaid that I sshould keep you company for a while. I already told my Mom to go home, and that I had made arrangements to get a ride later. Everyone elsse hass left. Troy and my mom were the lasst oness to leave the sstore. I decided that I would try on some of the clothess from my department.” She moved over to the bright spot on the floor underneath one of the lights. When she had ducked back behind the corner, she had undone a couple more buttons and the stretch in the one size to small top was doing a good job of showing off her substantial cleavage. I can see the outline of her underwired push-up bra through the material of the top, although it isn’t see-through. I had seen the top displayed on one of the mannequins before, but it didn’t look this good. Below that, she has on a form-fitting leather-like skirt that stops well above her knees. On her feet she has on a pair of boots that I know for sure are not sold in this store. When I had seen her earlier, I had thought that her heels were high, but the knee length boots she has on now are easily six inches high at the spiky metal heel, with a platform under the boot-toes. The remaining leg area is covered by black lace-patterned stockings with just a hint of the gray lace at the tops slightly showing below the hem of the skirt. She starts to do a slow-motion spin in the middle of the bright spot on the floor, first in one direction then the other. “Sso, what do you think of thiss outfit.”

“Very impressive. It fits you extremely fine. If I knew you better, I would be saying things like “Hot”, “Seductive”, “Flirty” and “Enticing”.

I could hear the extended ss’s in her speech, and the reason became clear to me when Brenda gave me a broad, open-mouthed smile. When she smiled at me this time, she wasn’t trying to hide her teeth from me, in fact it was quite the opposite, she was deliberately flashing them at me. Her front teeth were all just slightly twisted because of the crowding of the teeth behind them. She had a very small open-bite that was hard to see if it wasn’t being looked for. Janet knows that I have an eye for females that need orthodontic work and that I am turned on by females with orthodontic appliances. I could see the cause of the extended esss in her mouth. It was what looked like a set of lingual braces with molar bands for headgear. When she saw me looking at her mouth, she opened wider and slowly turned to different angles, giving me a slow-motion examination of her mouth. “Janet ssayss that I am to get you all hot and bothered, but that you are only allowed to look but not touch. She hass a ssurprisse planned for you later tonight, so she wantss you in the right sstate of mind. Horny and wanting. She ssuggested that we go check out some of the new christmasss sshipment, the sstuff that hassn’t been put onto the floor yet. Janet and I picked through the boxsess yesssterday afternoon and sshe found some sstuff that she really liked. Ssshe would like me to get your opinion on ssome of them.”

I don’t know if I would call it a lisp, probably more of a speech impediment, from the lingual braces. Those extended ess’s were having a definite effect on me both anatomically and mentally, not to mention all the glimpses I am getting of the metal in her mouth. I say, “Let me put a notice on the door to call my cell if anyone shows up.”

She bounces up and down slightly, which does wonderfully tantalizing things to her breasts. “I’ll meet you in the storage area, don’t take to long.” She does one more complete twirl in the pool of light and then walks off. I watch her butt cheeks sensually undulate away from me above her spike-heeled boots. Just before she disappears around the corner, she looks over her shoulder and makes sure that I am watching her walk away.

We have a magnetic sign that we stick on the door whenever we will be away from the receiving department for an extended period of time. I write my number on a piece of tape, stick it to the sign and place it on the outside of the door. The clothing department has a storage area at the other end of the warehouse area, which is where I expect to find Brenda. However, when I get there, I don’t see her around, just a note for me on the desk. “Janet had set aside all the things that she wants your opinion on. I have everything in the changing rooms already. There is a chair waiting for you on the floor in front of changing rooms. Sit down and wait there.”

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Sexy Feet of my Cousin

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I have had a foot fetish ever since I was a child. Unfortunately, I never had any avenues to satisfy my fondness for feet. During the course of my teenage years into my early twenties, I dated, made out, and went round the bases with girls my own age, and while I enjoyed a very normal sex life, I was in no position to explore my foot fetish. I kept my fetish strictly confidential. I would have been far too embarrassed to admit to any of my high school or college girlfriends that I was interested in their feet. So for the first 21 years of my life, my yearning to kiss and sniff pretty young feet was relegated to nothing more then masturbation fodder.

One summer when I was 25 years old, that all changed and I finally got my first real encounter with a pair of hot ‘n’ sexy feet. It was what I had been waiting for all my life. I just never would have imagined in my wildest dreams whose feet it would be that would finally satisfy my secret fetish.

My cousin Gitanjali is an extremely cute girl, she is about 5′ 6″, 116 pounds, fair skinned, short dark brown hair, blue eyes, nice firm b-cups, with very attractive well cared for feet. If I had to compare Gitanjali to someone famous, I would say she bares a resemblance to Sharon Stone, but I think Gitanjali is much prettier. Gitanjali is 6 years younger then I, so at the time she was 19. She often would spend her summers with my family at my parent’s lakefront summer cottage in the green mountains of New Delhi.

I would usually meet up with my family in New Delhi for a few weeks on my summer break from school and Gitanjali and I would hang out, go fishing, hiking, swimming, and sometimes camp out in the surrounding woods. Ever since we were children we were more like best friends then actual cousins.

So this one summer, I had joined my family at their vacation home in New Delhi as usual, and as usual Gitanjali was there. She looked really great. She really had blossomed from the little girl I used to pal around with into a complete knockout. Prior to this summer, I had never looked at her in a romantic or sexual way, but I couldn’t help be taken aback by how stunning she had become. Still she was technically my cousin, so I didn’t allow my thoughts on her to go any further then admiring her looks for a brief moment or two. I knew she always had a crush on me when we were kids, but it was purely innocent kid stuff, and just due to the fact that she was my cousin, any thoughts of her in an impure way were quickly suppressed.

I do remember one occasion that perhaps planted the seed for what was about to unfold; one hot afternoon we were laying out on the dock getting some sun and I innocently glanced over at her feet. I remember being kind of startled when I caught myself beginning to get aroused by the site of them. I quickly looked away feeling kind of “weirded out,” but I just brushed it off and tried to forget about the incident.

We spent the first two weeks doing the usual swimming, boating, water-skiing, fishing, having fun in the sun, etc. One gorgeous day we decided it would be a good idea to pack up some gear, hike up the nearby mountain and camp out on “The peak” (as we called it) for the night. We grabbed our sleeping bags, a tent, a cooler filled with a 6-pack of hot-dogs, a rize escort 12-pack of beer, and we’re off. Four hours later we were completely exhausted and drenched in sweat when we finally completed the steep grueling trek to the top of the mountain. We made a nice little campsite on the rocky mountain peak. The view from the mountain top was incredible.

By the time the tent was pitched and the campfire was burning the sun had begun to set. We sat back and drank some beers while we talked and enjoyed the most brilliant sunset I have ever witnessed. Gitanjali also produced a joint; we smoked that and then cooked some wieners for dinner over the crackling fire. We spent the next several hours drinking beer, talking, smoking, and just enjoying the majesty of the starry night sky.

Perhaps she was tired after our long hike, perhaps she was a little too stoned and drunk, perhaps both, as Gitanjali stood up and informed me she was totally spent and was going to retire into the tent for the evening. I said goodnight to her and told her I would follow her in after I finished another beer. I gazed at the stars for another 15 minutes or so while finishing one last beer, and then proceeded to join my cousin in the tent.

I crawled through the tent flaps on my knees and was immediately graced with the sight of Gitanjali passed out on top of her sleeping bag. She didn’t even bother to change her clothes. She was still wearing her black tank top and cutoff Jeans shorts. I also noticed that she didn’t even bother to take off her sneakers. I thought I should at least take them off for her, so I untied her laces and slid her sneakers off her bare sockless feet.

Now what happened next could have been due to the pot and beer, or it could have just been the site of her irresistible feet. I remember staring at her feet; they were very curvy and sensual. She had perfect toes, neatly trimmed and painted with a clear/whitish gloss.

I then took one of her sneakers which I was still holding in my hand and covered my nose with the mouth of the shoe. I deeply inhaled. The odor was overwhelming, very musty and pungent. I quickly threw the sneaker down and dove onto my own sleeping bag. I didn’t react in the manner I did because I was disgusted by the strong odor of her sneaker, but because I was totally disgusted with myself for an act that I perceived as deviant, possibly even incestuous. In hindsight I can look back and laugh at my initial reaction to this, but at that moment I was ashamed and very “weirded out” by what I had done. Maybe if she hadn’t been my cousin, it would have been different, I don’t know.

Our sleeping bags were laid out next to one another head to foot (I.E: My head was inline with her feet, and vice versa) I first rolled over on my side and tried to forget the sneaker sniffing incident. I just told myself that I was drunk and it was no big deal, I didn’t do anything wrong. Yet at the same time I began to think about the odor of her sneaker and as much as I didn’t want to admit it, I wasn’t repulsed by that strong acrid smell, on the contrary I was quite aroused by it! I remember feeling very confused about all of this and I just closed my eyes and tried to fall asleep.

I guess it was about 30 minutes sakarya escort or so later, while half asleep I rolled over onto my left side to reposition myself. I remember opening my heavy eyelids and immediately noticing my sleeping cousins gorgeous feet before me, not six inches from my face! She was laying on her side as well, her back turned to me with her legs together slightly bent so that the bottoms of her feet were perfectly parallel to my face. The moonlight shined in from the open tent flap spotlighting her feet, showcasing her pretty pink soles and sensually rounded heels. My eyes widened and I was instantly alert. I stared at them lustfully for what must have been minutes, just taking them in. I remember trying to fight off the urge I was feeling.

I remember thinking that I should just roll over and go back to sleep, but it was as if I was hypnotized by them. I inhaled deeply trying to catch a hint of that intoxicating odor that so enthralled me earlier from her sneakers. I thought I could detect it, but it wasn’t enough, I wanted more. I wanted it all! I guess at that moment I consciously let go of any inhibitions or feelings of shame, and decided I would finally indulge my foot fetish.

Maybe it was the wrong thing to do, maybe it wasn’t, but in any case this is what I did: I moved closer to her so that my face was mere millimeters away from the soles of her feet. I pressed my nose against the instep of her right foot. I could feel the soft moist flesh under my nose and lips. I took a deep whiff. While the odor of her foot was not nearly as strong as her sneaker had been, I was still totally aroused and consumed with lust by the sweet fetid aroma and instantaneously became erect. (That precise moment when I for the first time pressed my nose against a pretty bare foot and smelled it was one of the most exciting sexual moments I have ever had!) I can best describe the odor of my cousin’s feet as being reminiscent of light vinegar, with a faint musky overtone. Very feminine and very sexy indeed.

I ran my nose up and down the soles of her feet, totally entranced by their scent. I stuck my nose in-between each of her toes, enjoying the slightly more sharp smell that accented them, and then sniffed her heals. I could feel the pre-cum form on the tip of my penis. I began rubbing her feet with my hand, tracing over every curve with my finger. I was so sexed up, that I had to have more. I sat up and looked at Gitanjali to make sure she was still soundly asleep (after all I wouldn’t want her to wake up and catch me while I was enjoying her feet!)

After being convinced that she was totally out, I gently rolled her over on her back. She stirred a little bit and mumbled incoherently, but I was satisfied that she was not going to wake up. I then took off my pants, and sat Indian style at the foot of her sleeping bag. I grabbed her ankles, lifted up her feet and pressed them firmly against my face. I inhaled deeply. I couldn’t get over how erotic I found the odor of her feet. I rubbed her slightly perspiring feet all over my face. I buried my face in them. I began licking and kissing her feet all over, then sucking on the tips of her toes. I sucked her big toe like an ice cube.

The thought samsun escort that her feet might be a little dirty only aroused me more, and I tried to take more of them in my mouth. I continued kissing and sniffing them, and then when I had reached a complete sexual frenzy, I lowered her feet down to my crotch and began rubbing them against my cock and balls. I held the insteps of her feet together and slid my penis in-between. I began thrusting my cock back and forth. I held the soles of her feet together as much as possible so they would completely sandwich my hard throbbing erection. I had never been so turned on in my life, not even while having intercourse. The perspiration of her feet perfectly lubricated me so I could slide my dick back and forth and back and forth. I remember thinking about the fact that the sweat from her feet was bathing my cock really turned me on.

I was in pure ecstasy. I knew I was about to cum. I wanted to somehow smell her feet while I was fucking them, but that was a pretty acrobatic maneuver to pull off. I looked over to my side and saw one her sneakers. I had an idea. With one hand I held both of her feet together around my penis, and then with my free hand I reached over and grabbed her sneaker. As I continued to rapidly fuck her feet, I placed the mouth of her sneaker over my face.

That strong musty odor of her soiled sneaker shot through me like an all-consuming wave of pure lust. The smell of her sweat in that sneaker literally had the power to make me instantly orgasm! It was so intense.

Finally satiated in the only way my fetish could be, I felt over 20 years of unrequited burning desire explode all over her feet. This is what I had fantasized about all those years and it was better then I ever could have imagined!

My fast thrusting slowed gradually as the semen oozed out of me, coating her soles and dripping down her heels. After my orgasm was complete, I collapsed onto my side and just lay there in a pure state of relaxation.

My whole body just felt like it had been drained of any tension. It was if I was sedated. I was in total peace and calm with myself and everything around me. A cool breeze flowed in through the tent-flap and caressed my overheated body. I laid there for a few minutes before cleaning up the “mess” I made. I wiped Gitanjali’s feet off with an extra T-shirt I had brought along.

I rolled Gitanjali back over on her side, and laid back down on my sleeping bag. I positioned her so that her feet were once again parallel with my face, because I wanted to sleep all night with my face buried in her feet. I masturbated a few minutes later as I kissed and sniffed them. An hour or so later I guess Gitanjali began to get restless, because she began moving her feet, inadvertently rubbing them against my face. That instantly aroused me and I masturbated again. I think I masturbated twice more after that before finally drifting off.

When we woke the next morning (my face still firmly glued to her feet) Gitanjali was amused when she saw that I had slept with her feet in my face all night, totally oblivious and unsuspecting that it was by my choice. She jokingly asked me if her feet smelled bad. I just laughed and told her that they didn’t bother me at all.

Even though Gitanjali never did find out exactly how much her feet did “bother” me that night, it wasn’t the last time that her feet satisfied my secret fetish. In fact, a year later she found out all about my foot fetish when she caught me sniffing her shoes! But I will save that story for another time.

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The Pet Ch. 01

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The Pet

Good evening Sir’s and Ma’am’s. Please if you will allow me to share with you a story. A story that might, or might not be true. A story about a dominant couple somewhere in the southern United States named Master and Princess. Now they have a few slaves, and a pet. This story however deals with the pet. More specifically the creation of their pet. As with anything else, Princess and Master wanted a specific pet. Something that would be truly theirs. A human pet, a puppygirl.

Master & Princess found their pet several years ago, she came to them as a he. A slave that was unsure of itself, with self image issues as well as gender identity issues. Over the coming months and years they carefully and patiently helped her become her and come out of the shell. As she developed into Stephanie they couldn’t have been happier with the choice they made as Stephanie loved them both and eventually gave up all her worldly possessions to belong to them. Once Stephanie had surgery she was finally happy with herself. No longer having to feel that male appendage hanging there and embarrassing her when she was wearing fewer clothes or when Princess & Master had her in no clothes at all. Finally able to fully live as a female in all aspects of life. From the clothes she wore, to how she looked naked, and her role when it came to sex. Sure she had been the female for awhile, but there is something to be said about having a well endowed male member sliding in and out between your legs that imagining just doesn’t cut.

Waiting the year for Stephanie to heal after surgery was hard for Princess & Master as they desperately wanted to start creating their pet. Because she needed to heal physically they were resigned to doing the more mental side things. She could spend some time as their puppy but nothing for a extended amount of time. However they did do training sessions for her, teaching her tricks like Sit, Roll over, fetch, beg, etc. You know, the standard dog tricks. More and more she took her meals from the floor in a bowl, and more and more she was required to take her water from a bowl next to the food bowl. The more they worked with her as their pet, the more Stephanie reveled in it. If only she could’ve seen what they had planned for her I wonder if she would’ve been so enthusiastic. Of course if they could have seen what Stephanie thought about being their pet, their permanent pet, then perhaps they would have moved things along faster.

The making of a pet

Master and Princess had been planning for this day for a very long time. Spending countless hours networking to find the right people, and carefully choosing the things to be changed on their pet to make her, perfect. The night before she was to go with them to the veterinarian Princess ordered Stephanie into her bed, and cuddled her as it would be the last night that Stephanie would be able to do such a thing. Princess spent several long hours doing the things that they loved. Holding each other, gentle rubbing, perhaps even a bit of teasing too. While they were snuggled close Princess asked Stephanie how she felt about going to see the vet the following day. Stephanie replied that she was quite excited and was very very much looking forward to getting to do a scene with this new friend. Princess proceeded to inquire what if it wasn’t just a scene. The reply that she was given was typical, Stephanie replied that she would love to be modified to fit what Master and what Princess saw fit for her. That there wasn’t anything she would put up a fight on. She was after all, theirs.

Drifting off to sleep in Princess’s arms, Stephanie had wonderful puppy dreams about chasing a tennis ball and sex. More than once during the night she woke Princess as she nuzzled against her, and once even nuzzled in against Princess’s breasts. Princess just smiled and held her closer, while she thought about what was to be done to her beloved girl.

The next morning Princess was woken early despite being up late watching her puppy sleep. She woke the puppy by gently kissing her lips, and licking her ever erect and sensitive nipples. A perfect way to wake up. As she became more and more coherent Stephanie thought back to their conversation the night before about the scene today, being more than just a scene. Wetness began to form and run out onto the bed sheet. She knew she was going to be in trouble for sure.

First up for the long day was a thorough bath followed by excess hair removal. Emerging from her bath primped and with her hair dried and tied up in pigtails complete with bows, puppy played around in the living room pushing her ball from one side of the room to the other before the wandered over and greeted Master by nuzzling the inside of his leg and licking his hand softly and quickly. Master responded by rubbing puppies head and pulling her into him for a long hug. He told puppy how proud he was of her for agreeing to completely submit to their wishes. Master said that he thought she would be a much happier and a much better puppy when kırşehir escort they were home again.

While Master was tending puppy Princess busied herself by loading the pet cage into the back of the car and making sure that it was secure. She also ran a small chain through the side of the cage so that puppy could be restrained and not hurt herself from the excitement or from fear. The last thing that Princess did was to drape a blanket over the cage leaving the door exposed. It wouldn’t be very good should puppy be seen tied naked in the cage. With all the preparations performed, Princess attached a leash to puppies collar and led her toward the door. Before they exited Princess knelt down in front of puppy and reminded her that this was for her, to become the best puppy she could be and that Princess and Master knew that she’d make them proud.

As Princess gave her leash a tug leading her out the front door and towards the waiting car, puppy held her head high and walked with pride. Daytime trips were a rarity for puppy as she knew the danger that went along with daytime trips. Patting the back of the open car Princess guided puppy into the cage. After securing the chain to her collar, she unhooked the leash and closed the cage door. She fiddled with the cage covering making it so that nobody outside the car could see into the cage, but allowed them to look back and make sure that she was behaving and not up to mischief. Puppy loved mischief sometimes, as all good puppies seem to. Master slid in behind the wheel and putting the car in drive, pulled out of the driveway and into traffic. Because she couldn’t really see out of the car, puppy quickly got bored and laid down closing her eyes, trying not to focus on the things that were to come, and the things that she hoped that were to come,feeling a bit more wetness seep out and slowly trickle down her leg.

Pulling up in front of the nondescript veterinary office, Master put the car in park, then looked back at puppy for a long moment. Puppy was of course up and looking forward at her owners, with their eyes locked briefly and Master smiled because in her eyes, he saw that she was eager to undergo anything that they would want her to. Princess quickly got out of the car and after opening the cage and swapping the chain with the leash, helped puppy from the back of the car and began leading puppy towards the entrance to the building while Master closed the back of the car and hurried to catch up to the pair heading into the building.

Master and Princess talked with the receptionist as puppy set down on the floor and looked around the empty waiting room. A door opened beside the receptionists desk and a young lady in a white coat stepped out motioning for them to follow her. Princess took the lead keeping tension on puppy’s leash making sure that she was following. Master brought up the rear watching his two lovely girls. Again the white coated lady held open a door, this time to what appeared to be a operating room. On the walls were the typical cabinets and counters. There was a large refrigerator, with the clear sliding doors, inside were vials and bottles of every shape and size. In the middle of the room sat a large stainless steel table. Hanging down from the ceiling were a set of lights, the kind used to brightly illuminate whatever they are working on. As Master patted the table urging puppy to get up onto it, she began to get nervous and tried to stay close to her Princess. Finally after not following the subtle directions, Master got frustrated and bent down and grabbed puppies collar and pulled her towards the table. Almost dragging her up onto the top of the table Master gently rubbed puppies head while Princess idly stroked and rubbed puppies pussy and still growing nipples, tugging gently.

Puppy was lost inside her own head with the sensations that her beloved owners were giving her, she failed to notice the vet walk in carrying a clipboard and a pair of surgical scrubs for Princess & Master. After handing the scrubs to them, the doctor, who I don’t recall hearing her name, went over her checklist making sure that her supplies and medicines were all in place. During a procedure was never the time to figure out that you were missing something that was essential, she remarked out loud to nobody in particular. About the same time that Master and Princess got their scrubs on, the doctor turned to puppy and pointedly asked if she knew what was going to happen today. Puppy slowly and unsure of things, nodded. Doc shook her head and said that she had to hear the words, that puppy needed to verbally agree to the following procedure. By hearing her words, she would be able to tell that puppy wasn’t drugged or hypnotized or anything like that. She had to cough to clear her throat but finally told the doc that she was okay, and agreed to have anything done that was desired, or deemed needed by Princess & Master. Smiling the doctor turned away and said “Great! Let’s begin!!”

The Procedure

Princess malatya escort helped direct puppy to the proper place on the table, laid down, on her back with her Arms and legs spread. Master used some rope and quickly had puppy bound so that she couldn’t twitch or jerk and mess things up. As The procedure progressed, the ropes would be removed, and then replaced as needed. Standing by puppies head, the doctor commented that they would be starting with puppies head. Since puppy had consented already, she didn’t bother to explain anything further to puppy, afterall she is a puppy and they don’t need to be concerned with such things.

Moving a nearby rolling cart into position, the doctor picked up a spritz bottle of medicine and after opening puppies mouth, sticking the spray head to the back of her throat the doctor sprayed several times. She commented that they had to give the numbing solution a few minutes to numb and paralyze the throat and vocal cords. Hearing this puppies breathing speed up, and Princess looked down at her and smiled. Leaning in close Princess whispered, we know that you are excited by this. Reaching down and slipping a finger into puppies slightly gaping pussy, she pushed it in and out slowly. Princess was amazed at how wet puppy was. It was literally running down her leg!

Positioning the light so that it shined down her throat, and putting on a forehead light, the doctor picked up her tools and telling puppy to open as wide as she could, set about her first task of the day. In no time at all the was removing the slightly bloody surgical tools and doing a final inspection on her work. Doc explained that instead of simply severing the vocal cords she left them partially intact. This would allow puppy the ability to bark and make other beastial sounds, but nothing as complex as speech. Nothing even close. Master and Princess smiled broadly and swiftly kissed each other. Step one was done. Looking down at puppy who looked worried, they both bent down and kissed her on the cheek. This seemed to reassure her.

Swapping out the rolling tray for another, the doctor then moved to puppies Right Arm. Since Master was on that side, he untied the arm but stood close should he need to hold puppy still. Princess was busy holding puppies other, hand. The doctor picked up a syringe and began to inject a numbing solution into each one of puppies digits in several spots around each digit. Puppy turned her head so that she could watch what was going on. Holding her breath as the doctor picked up a scalpel and with a few quick and well placed strokes, puppies little finger fell into the waiting tray. Being well practiced the doctor left almost exactly the amount of skin flap needed to create a mostly smooth finished product. After a few more strokes all five of puppies right fingers lay detached in the tray. The doctor began to stitch up the flaps covering the knuckles, virtually hiding them.

After she had all the stitches in place on the right hand, she bandaged the paw. It was now a paw, as with no fingers you really couldn’t think of it as a hand any longer. Puppy really was a puppy. No doubt about it now, there was no going back. Princess and Master had decided that they would go all out on their pet. Moving around to the left hand, Princess gave puppies fingers one final firm squeeze, that was returned by puppy. The final time that she would ever be able to use her hand as a hand. In a few minutes she would have paws. Smiling, the puppy watched as the doctor repeated the same process on the left hand. Master reached over and began to stroke puppies breast, being sure to play with the nipple. Puppy moaned softly as she felt her moisture turn into more of a flow and begin to pool around her ass.

Puppy had been on the table for less than a hour and had gone from Stephanie the sometimes puppy, sometimes Maid, to a full time permanent pet. Puppy was so excited thinking that she would be so happy to get home and rub herself to orgasm or maybe use Princess’s hitachi if she could get permission, puppy remembered that she wouldn’t ever be able to do these things again. Now that she had paws things would have to be different for her.

While pet was focused on the pleasure that she was feeling, watching the doctor work with precise movements, she counted each clink that she heard as the doctor dropped the removed appendage into the pan, tears began to stream from her eyes. Princess saw this and quickly moved to stroke her hair and comfort her by softly telling her what a wonderful pet she was, and how happy she was making her owners. What Princess couldn’t know, was that they were not tears of sadness they were in fact tears of joy. Puppy had dreamed and fantasized about things like this in the past, though she never shared them with anybody, it was like a dream come true to her. As the doctor finished bandaging her left hand, puppy leaned up as much as she could and licked Princess’s cheek, smiling at her.

With the forepaws taken care of, the niğde escort doctor needed to work her magic on the rear legs and paws. Because of the future changes that were coming for the puppy, they decided that it was time that they put her under using some anesthetic. Princess and Master both really wanted to make pet watch as she was more and more dehumanized, but the doctor was more concerned with the problems that would arise should she only use the same method as she did removing the fingers. After a brief discussion, it was decided that they would instead videotape the procedure for her to be forced to watch later. They both feel very strongly that watching the changes take place was very important to her transformation. They had known that she was going to be put under anyway for later procedures, so this was just moving things up a little bit.

The Doctor asked Master if he would please roll over the IV stand that already had several bags hanging from it. While he did this, she quickly used an alcohol wipe and had the IV started in no time. Connecting the tubing from one of the bags on the stand to pets arm and adjusting the drip, they all three decided that it was time to step outside and take a break. Pet on the other hand was still tied to the table, and only able to watch as a liquid unbeknownst to her, would put her into a deep sleep, slowly and steadily dripped down the tube and into her arm. However before long she wasn’t able to focus on it much, her eyes kept closing, and soon she was breathing steadily, and fast asleep.

Master returned to the room first carrying a tripod and video camera. As he began to set up the camera, making sure that it was aimed and zoomed correctly, the doctor and Princess walked in chatting happily and carelessly about the best recipe for New England Clam Chowder. Princess took her somewhat protective place along side puppies head and began to idly stroke her hair as she looked on. The doctor rolled over a stool and sat down, pulling up a fresh set of gloves.

Adjusting the light, Master zoomed in closer, the doctor again picked up a fresh scalpel and set to work. This would take longer than simply removing her fingers, but her goal was to amputate the legs just above the knee. She would use excess skin from the lower leg to close the area left from the removal of the joint. The finished product should be a well rounded Stump. Perfect in other words. While the doctor worked and Master ran the camera, he was focused on the changes being made to his pet, and if the size of the bulge in his pants he was thoroughly aroused!

Several hours after she sat down, the doctor pulled tight the final stitch. Everything had gone according to plan with no surprises. Pet was now a pet for the rest of her life. The doctor had a few more small details to tend to however. The first of which was pet’s teeth. They simply had to go. This would mean that she would be on a soft food or liquid diet only but, honestly nobody cared.

While the doctor wasn’t a dentist strictly speaking, she knew her way around the mouth just as well as she did a hand or a leg. While she gathered the tools needed, Master packed away the video camera. He had zoomed in several times to pet’s pussy, close enough that you could clearly see the excitement, even unconscious she was aroused!

With everything gathered up, the doctor first used one of the dental devices used to hold open the mouth while dental work was performed. Ratcheting it nice and wide, as pet continued to sleep peacefully, she inserted the suction hose and began using a dental pick to pull the gum away from the first tooth she wanted to pull. Gripping it with pliers as Master firmly held down pet’s head, a swift jerk and the tooth was out. Quickly she dropped it in the tray and packed the hole with gauze. Repeating this procedure over and over until she was pulling the last tooth. There had been a few teeth that had broken as she pulled them, but this wasn’t a surprise as pet had bad teeth from the start. She changed out the gauze on the ones that were still oozing a fair amount of blood and prepared to do the final modification. Or Rather she was going to assist as Princess did the final modification of the day.

From her bag she pulled a fairly small, nondescript box and handed it to the doctor. Inside were two items that, for lack of a better term were hearing aids. Master had found these while doing research for today many many months ago. It was a complete stroke of luck actually. They had been talking around what to do about their pet’s hearing when this day came. While they didn’t want to remove any of her intelligence, they couldn’t very well have a puppy listening to their every word. As a real puppy wouldn’t understand english, neither shall pet. These devices are set into the ear canal and using a tiny microphone and speaker, pickup sound and process what it hears. Master had been required to send in several recordings of his, and Princess’s voice saying clear phrases. Things like Cum, Down, Sit, Present, Suck, Stay, Rollover, etc etc. Basically anything that they wanted pet to understand, they had to record. The processor in the ear piece then either allowed the sounds to continue on to the speaker facing the eardrum, or it converted it into a garbled mess. It was the perfect solution to the problem.

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You Tease Me At The Gym

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I was just starting my workout when you came in. I was pedaling away on the exercise bike, and your glowing blonde hair caught my attention out of the corner of my eye. I was surprised to see you tonight, but it was a pleasant surprise.

Many of the eyes in the room turned toward you briefly before returning to their labour at hand. Mine did not. You caught my eyes with yours and acknowledged my existence, while at the same time sending me the message that you had something special planned for tonight. I was surprised that you didn’t come right over to me to say hi, but I guessed you had your reasons.

I watched you as you bent over at the waist, your beautiful ass pointed toward the centre of the room. You undid your shoelaces slowly, and after removing your shoes, slowly slid down your sweatpants. Again, people’s heads turned to watch you, and this time they lingered more. You were wearing shorts underneath your sweatpants, and your legs were perfect, smooth, and firm.

You bent over again, the shorts tightening against the curves of your butt, your legs stretching out, as you put your shoes back on and did them up again. There was no doubt you were putting on a show for me, but also for everyone else in the room that chanced to glance over. I suddenly realized that I could glimpse the moons of your cheeks with your shorts being pulled up so hi, and I had to adjust my position on the exercise bike.

You stood again, and turning toward the room, again looked at me, pure, raw seduction in your stare.

I bayburt escort watched in silence, my breathing growing heavy from more than pedalling the exercise bike, as you slowly drew up your sweatshirt. As you pulled it up, your belly was revealed, and I realized that your shirt must be caught up within the sweatshirt. You paused just below your breasts and ran your hand over your waistline slowly, gently caressing the skin. But then you continued to pull the sweat top up higher, only reaching up to pull down the t-shirt underneath as the bottom curves of your breasts were becoming visible.

It was all so seamless, so smooth, and so arousing. I looked away briefly to see who else was watching you. A few men were looking, none blatantly, but with furtive glances in your direction. I returned my stare at you to see you putting your sweats into your small bag. A coy smile was on your face as you glanced at me, but you looked quickly away and moved toward the Stairmaster.

I watched as your top moved. I could see your pert nipples pushing against the fabric. I was stunned by how low the neckline was, clearly showing your cleavage as you moved. Even more shocking, and arousing, to me, were the sleeves. I should say, lack of sleeves, as you had cut them from the shirt, and the armholes started below your breast-line.

As you climbed up onto the Stairmaster, you reached forward to the controls. I could see the side of your left breast clearly, the soft curve of the flesh calling to be touched, bilecik escort through the armhole in your shirt. As you relaxed again, and started climbing, I watched as you settled into a rhythm. I almost fell off of my cycle when I realized, somewhat lately in the game, that you were toying with me in the best possible way. I appreciated the way I could still see the side of your breast as it broke away from your body, and knew that anyone else who cared to look could as well.

I was broken from my entrancement by the beeping of my exercise bike and the sudden lack of tension on the pedals as my program finished up.

I almost pedalled myself off it.

My exercises continued, but half-heartedly. I was too distracted by you, and my workout was dictated by what I could to while still watching you.

You were working up a significant sweat on the Stairmaster, and your shirt was clinging to your back. When you finally stepped from the machine and turned again toward the room, your chest was glistening, and your shirt was clinging to your breast, your nipples standing firm and erect. You again looked me in the eye, knowing full well the effect your were having on me, and I was glad that I was wearing a long shirt.

You moved in the direction of the weight-machines. I wondered what you would do next, and was pleased that you were moving to the Pectoral machine. You stood straddling the seat, and stretched around the machine to adjust the weights. Your shorts, again rode up, bingöl escort showing the crescent moons of your ass. The sight was amazing, and caused me to become even more aroused. Before moving back around to sit down in the unit, you slowly reached back with your right hand and drew it up along the back of your leg.

You turned now, and positioned yourself in the machine, your knees tight together, and drew your arms up to the armrests. As you did so, your shirt was pulled back against your breasts, and the sight was wonderful. Your nipples were pressed firmly against the damp white fabric, and your areolas were faintly visible. You started your presses, and the people near you appreciated the sight of your beautiful breasts pushing outward and straining the fabric. I moved to another station, beside you, and watched as the side of your breast became visible with every movement, only to retreat again.

I waited with baited breath to see where you would go next. I think all the men in the room did, and even some of the women. The men seemed to be clustered around you, with the equipment farther away virtually empty.

You moved over to the Hip Abduction machine. A few minutes into your workout, I realized that half the room had walked by the front of your machine, and I followed suit. I was stunned, and totally aroused, when I realized that you had not worn any underwear under your shorts. The glimpses of your lips were brief and vague, but there was no mistaking what was visible. I think I could even see a glistening, be it of sweat or something else. I looked up briefly as I walked by, and we were staring at each other for a moment. Perfect understanding was shared between us, and I new that this display was all for me.

To be continued……?

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Rising Stakes Ch. 01

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As Renee awoke to the sunlight streaming in her window, she idly stretched, wondering why she had slept in the nude. With a start, she realized that she had not lain down this way last night; Ah well, must be one of Sara’s pranks, she thought. As she was home alone this morning, or so she thought, she decided to wander downstairs to find some clothes fresh from the dryer.

As she passed a large mirror on the landing, she considered her body. She always thought her 40F breasts were too large for her frame. Her shoulder length, wavy blond hair was possibly her favorite attribute. However, her neatly trimmed pussy and curvy butt put up a good fight for the title.

Once she arrived downstairs, she decided to abandon her search for clothes; the warm sunlight felt too good on her naked flesh. Throwing an apron over her breasts, she began making breakfast. As this particular apron was quite large, it covered her substantial bust adequately; it was her favorite apron.

Sarah was out to a soccer game, and Renee did not expect her back until well past noon. Therefore, she was quite surprised when the front door opened and Sarah’s voice shouted, “Mom! I’m home!” Renee quickly turned around, before Sarah could get a look at her state of undress. To her dismay, Sarah had apparently brought her boyfriend over as well. Looking down, Renee made sure she was covered; unless she turned sideways, it was not apparent that she was wearing anything less than short shorts and a tank top. ” Hello, Ms. B! Nice morning, isn’t it?” Sarah’s boyfriend, Jack, said.

“Er, yes, it is. Would you like something to eat?” Renee replied.

By this time, Sarah had maneuvered behind her, and could plainly see why Renee was standing so solidly towards Jack. Snickering, Sarah asked, “Hey mom, can you get us down some plates? I’m wiped.” Blushing, she replied, “Can you get them? I just mersin escort remembered something I had to do upstairs…”

Without waiting for a response, she circled around Jake and backed towards the stairs. Quickly turning, she dashed up. Below, she heard the two teens chuckling at her, as Sarah explained her mother’s predicament.

She dropped the grease-spattered apron to the floor of her room and walked into the closet. However, once there, she realized that most of her everyday clothes were in the dryer; all she had was a far-too-skimpy bikini, a thong, and a lacy demi-bra. A quick dash into Sarah’s room turned out slightly better results: a small t-shirts and a pair of jeans. Pulling on her thong and her daughter’s jeans, she realized she’d barely fit into the shirt. Sure enough, it barely covered her large boobs, leaving the bottom of her melons exposed. They would stay covered, but it was a ridiculously inappropriate outfit.

Heaving a sigh, she returned downstairs to Jack’s ogling eyes. As she walked downstairs, both teens peered up from the foot of the stairs, up her shirt. Blushing, she peered back at her troublesome daughter. Sarah was the spitting image of her mother; large, 32DD sat atop her lithe figure. Her toned butt and thighs were the envy of all; her shoulder length brown hair cascaded down her neck.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, Renee heard the doorbell ring. She realized that she had scheduled a plumber to come today and fix their sink (it had been leaking for months). Wishing now that she had thought to wash her clothes, she reluctantly opened the door. The plumber, a mid-40s, clean cut man, took in her outfit with a glance , and walked inside. Renee heard Sarah and Jack whispering behind her, no doubt plotting something fiendish.

A few hours later, the plumber was finishing muğla escort up; feeling hungry, Renee offered to make lunch for all four of them. “I’ll grab the drinks,” Sarah said.

Bustling over to the fridge, she pulled out the orange juice. She then grabbed a few glasses and began pouring everyone’s drinks. However, while setting the last full-to-the-brim glass down, she ‘accidentally’ spilled it, all over her mother’s skimpy top.”Oh, shoot! I spilled your drink all over my mom’s huge tits, Mr. Plumber! See? How clumsy of me!” Sarah exclaimed.

With this, she quickly grabbed a hand towel and began drying her mom’s shirt, simultaneously mauling her boobs. “Jack, this job is too big to fondl- er, handle on my own. Would you grab that towel and help out? ” Sarah asked.

“Sarah! Stop that this instant! And Jack may most certainly not help you feel me up!” Renee interdicted.

“But mooom! This was one of my favorite shirts! It’ll be ruined! And your jugs are pretty huge, I definitely need some help drying them.” Sarah shot back.

By this time, Jack had arrived and started groping Renee’s massive boobs as well. Focusing particularly in the nipple area, he had her nipples poking through the thin fabric in no time.

Meanwhile, the plumber had given up all pretense of working, and was just watching the two teens massage and rub Renee’s ample boobs. Renee sighed at this preposterous situation her daughter had wrought.

However, Sarah wasn’t done yet. “Mom! You’re not wearing a bra!” Sarah exclaimed as she lifted her mom’s top over her boobs, revealing them in all their glory. “See, Mr. Plumber? Now her gigantic boobs are all wet too!”

With this, the two teens really went to town on her barely-damp boobs. Renee moaned in response to this vigorous attention. Snap out of it, she thought to herself. “My breasts nevşehir escort are quite dry now, thanks,” she said sarcastically as she yanked her shirt back down.

“Let’s do it again sometime!” her daughter shouted up the stairs after Renee as she rushed into her room. Having no other options, she pulled on the bikini top; it was, to her dismay, barely more than two small triangles of fabric. Most of her areolas were quite uncovered by the probably centimeter square cloth. However, she was not about to wear her demi-bra, as it afforded no coverage whatsoever. Returning downstairs with a sigh, she did not even try to cover her massive boobs.

While waiting for the plumber to finish, she decided to put a load of laundry in. Once downstairs, she remembered she had a few clean clothes down here. Squeezing out of her daughter’s jeans, she threw those into the wash as well. As she stood picking which pair of pants to wear, she heard her daughter at the top of the stairs saying, “Done? My mom’s right down here, go on down.” The man hurried quickly downstairs, followed by Jack and Sarah, only to discover Renee in a micro-thong and bikini top. Sarah and Jack quickly moved to stand right in front of the clothes clothes basket, while the plumber stood there admiring her near-naked form. “That’ll be $300, please.”

“I… I think my checkbook is upstairs..” she stammered.

Knowing that her daughter could not be persuaded to move and let her dress, , Renee began up the stairs. This treated her rapt audience of three with an excellent view of her shapely posterior. “I’ll wait here, mom, maybe finish the load of laundry.” Sarah said as Renee walked up the stairs.

As she stood there in her thong and bikini top, she blushed, quickly writing the check. “You need anything else done, ma’am?” the plumber asked, “I’d be happy to stay, put my tool — tools, pardon me, to good use, if you have need.”

“NO!” Renee cried as she pushed him out the open door.

Returning downstairs, she pushed past her daughter, and finally donned her own clothes; Jack and Sarah got one last look at her heavenly tits before she put on a bra and a shirt that fit.

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SU: A Closet Exhibitionist Ch. 02

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I looked over the edge of the roof. The guys that were hanging out there before were gone. I tried looking across the street for my clothes on the table. The trees were too thick to see through. I would have to start my trek downstairs before the hallways started filling with students getting ready for their morning classes. I grabbed my empty bag which originally had my clothes and keys in it and stuffed Carlos’ note, my handcuffs, headphones, blindfold, ball gag, and phone into it.

I made my way over to the stairs the best I could and started down. The spreader bar between my ankles made it extremely hard for me to go down the stairs as fast as I’d like. I had to go one step at a time.

Each step brought new sensations to my clit keeping the vibrator at the forefront of my mind. As much as I tried to ignore it, I’m consistantly reminded of the vibrator and it’s pleasures by my constantly convulsing pussy. By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, my juices were ready to explode. The longer I held my inevitable orgasm, the stronger the pleasure became. I looked forward, focusing on my mission.

I had to waddle down the hall, past all the dorms, to the next set of steps. I attempted to cover myself with my bag, but it was heavy, and my arm became too soar to hold it in front of my body. Instead my arm fell limp to my side. I walked down the hall at full speed (which was not very fast), using my free hand to support my weight on the wall to relieve my weak legs.

I made it about three quarters of the way down the hall before falling to the ground in ecstasy. My whole body quivering like I was experiencing an earthquake. I knew this was all built up pleasure. I bit my lip hard to keep from audibly responding to my body.

When I finally regained my footing, I made my way to the end of the hall and reminded myself, I only have to do this six more times. That wasn’t really reassuring though. Again, I took the stairs one step at a time. I made it to the bottom of the stairs when the nearest dorm room door started opening. I looked around for a place to hide and was relieved to see there was a pocket behind the stairs to hide behind.

I heard two guys talking. I could vaguely hear what they were saying. It sounded like one of the guys lived there and the other one was just heading home. They had just finished playing… Videogames? My god, who stays up this late playing Videogames.

They were taking forever! My vagina was bringing me back to orgasm, but I knew they would hear me if I did. Finally, I heard the visitor say his goodbye, but it was too late. Tremors worked their way through my body. I moaned loud and involuntarily, then held my breath as best I could.

“Did you hear that,” I heard one of the guys say.

“Yeah, I think I heard it near the stairs,” the other said. My pussy was still quivering hard while I held my breath. I heard the guy walk in my direction, then I heard him walk up a couple steps, turn around and say, “Hmm, nothing there.” He must not know about this pocket under the stairs. Thank god.

He went back in his room and the other guy walked away. After a while, I stuck my head out and the coast was clear. I noticed a puddle formed beneath me. The moment my legs were strong enough to carry me again, I moved on.

I rushed out of the stair pocket and again started to waddle as fast as I could. I got to the stairs, made my way down and now only had 5 floors left. There was one door I could hear loud music playing through as I went, but no disturbances on this floor.

Finally, I was on my floor. Only a couple more steps to my dorm. It wouldn’t matter anyway, I knew I locked my door when I left. I got to my door and attempted to turn the nob to no avail.

Wait! The light is on! I could see it under the door and I thought I saw a shadow pass. Did Sasha come home? I began knocking frantically. I didn’t want Sasha to see me like this, but it beat trying to make it across the street unnoticed. No one answered. Maybe it was my imagination. Maybe I did just leave the light on.

I sat there for a moment, debating with myself. My bag was becoming a burden. If I left it outside the door, someone might discover its contents and wonder why my room had handcuffs, a blindfold, and a ball gag sitting outside my door.

I continued down the hall without my bag defeated by hope. Just as I made it to the stairs, a door opened behind me. There was no hiding spot this time, so I took a leap. I landed on the platform where the stairs looped around, but my momentum brought me to the ground. Luckily, I was laying low enough in the stairwell that I was hidden from the hallway above.

I crawled down the rest of the steps unfollowed and got to my feet. Third floor! The best part: I was pretty sure my body had gotten used to the vibrations. It still played me, but I felt like I could control it now. I made my way down this hall when another dorm room opened up.

I couldn’t believe how many people mersin escort were coming out into the hallway at this time of night… or morning? Luckily, I was next to the showers. I walked into the shower room and hid in a stall. A couple seconds later, the door opened and I heard whistling and the sound of flip flops slapping the ground. They took the stall next to the one I was in and turned on the shower. As fast as I could, I got out of the shower and score, they left their towel on the bench.

I grabbed the towel, wrapped it around me and waddled for dear life. I made it out, down the hall, and down the stairs. The second floor! There was a dude smoking pot sitting up against the wall on this floor. He didn’t look like he was going anywhere soon. Luckily, I had a towel.

I continued to waddle down the hall, past the guy, ignoring the fact that he was staring at me. “That’s hot,” he said nonchalantly, “I’ll give you a hit for a peak.” I didn’t respond. I made it down the hall and again down the stairs. I finally did it. I was on the bottom floor. And the exit was right next to the stairs so I didn’t have to walk down another hall. I took a moment and looked out the window.

There was no one outside and no cars at the intersection. I had to make it down the walkway and across the street, hopefully without being noticed, but I had my towel for insurance, or so I thought. I opened the door, went outside and the door closed behind me. I started my walk, but someone grabbed my towel from behind and pulled. I was naked, again, but now I was officially in public.

I covered myself with my hands and spun around to catch my assailant and saw… the door. My towel was stuck in the door. I tried to reopen it, but I didn’t have my key card to get into the building. My key card was on my key ring. I would have to ditch the towel to continue. The intersection was about 25 yards down a concrete walkway bordered with benches and thin bushes that were too small to hide in.

I managed to make it about halfway down the walkway, when a car pulled into the parking lot on the north side of the walkway. I immediately jumped behind the bushes on the south side of the walkway. I couldn’t hide in them, but behind them, I’d at least get some cover. The car found a spot right near me. The headlights were shining through the bushes right onto my body.

What if they saw me?! See me?! What if it’s security, or worse, the police?! The car seemed to stay there for an obscene amount of time, engine still running, lights still shining right on me. I didn’t dare move to risk getting caught if I wasn’t already.

Finally, the car turned off, the headlights stopped shining through the bushes and the occupants got out of the car. They didn’t appear to see me. They sounded drunk. They made their way, very slowly to the walkway. I still didn’t dare move. One guy was so drunk, he was stumbling. The footsteps got closer and closer then they did the unthinkable. They stopped at the bench in front if the bushes right next to me. They didn’t sit, they didn’t call out to me, they just talked.

“Man, you are so drunk,” one guy said.

“Hey, let’s just wait here for a minute. Jake, take a seat,” the female pointed at the bench.

The one who was stumbling followed instruction, he must be Jake. I could see the back of his head as I laid there helpless. It sounded like they were gonna start leaving when Jake turned around and hurled over the bench near my toes.

The good news, it didn’t get on me. The bad news, “Hey, guys!” Jake called, “there’s a nakey lady back here!” I winced and covered my breasts as best I could, eyes closed.

“Ok Jake, let’s get you back to the room,” The girl said. “Man you are drunk.” They didn’t believe him! Ha! They started to walk back to the dorms, I could hear Jake defending himself, “no, she was really there!”

When I felt like the coast was clear, I got up and made my way to the intersection. I hit the button to cross. It was taking forever. I looked around and there wasn’t a single car as far as I could see in any direction. Screw it, I crossed before the signal came.

I was finally there, the motel! I looked around but didn’t see a table. I walked all the way around the motel and finally found one at the back, with something on it! I was too far away to see what it was but it had to be much stuff. I hobbled over as quick as possible, giddy with knowing I made it. I got to the table and there was only a key card to motel room number 116.

What! A motel room?! Was this Carlos’ idea of a joke? It was the closest room to the table. I approached the door, then thought I should see what I’m getting into first. I hopped over to the window, leaned down to keep some coverage and peaked in. The room was empty.

I opened the door slowly just in case. No one was home. With no other options, I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I was alone. I looked around the room for something muğla escort Carlos might’ve left behind. Was he planning to meet me here? Where were my things?

I found a note on the bed side table:

Miranda,

I place you’re things in the closet. You better hurry. Who knows what could’ve happened in the time it took you to get here and in the time it takes you to get out of your bar and panties.

Truly and sincerely, your Sir

This made me nervous. What could he mean? What would happen? I made my way to the closet. It was a walk-in closet with louvers in the door made of wooden slats that allowed for partial visibility through the door. My keys were at the back of the closet, but still no clothes. I removed my spreader bar and panties finally giving my pussy relief from my vibrator.

Then I heard someone outside placing a key card into the motel room door. I quickly turned off the lights in the closet and closed the closet door. The light in the room was still on so I could see into the room through the slats in the door. The motel door slammed open and two people making out stumbled into the room and fell on the bed.

“One second,” a female voice said through heavy breathing. She got up and closed the room door. Then turned back to the bed. I could just make out through the slats, it was Sasha! “Are you ready?” she asked Brad seductively. She began waving her hips like a dancer, hands together above her head. I couldn’t believe my luck. They left hours ago! Why were they just now getting here?

“Carlos took too long getting us this room!” Brad said as if answering my question like he could read my mind. “I’ve been ready for hours.” He leaned forward, placing his hands on her waist, untieing the strings of Sasha’s jogger shorts with his teeth. Her shorts fell around her ankles leaving her shaved pussy exposed. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

She placed her hands on his shoulders and threw him on his back. She climbed on top of him, grinding her pussy up his body until she sat straight up on his abdomen. She crossed her arms across her stomach and gripped the bottom of her shirt. She slowly raised her top up her body teasing Brad. The shirt, tight against her skin, pulled her breasts up until gravity pushed them out under the rim of her shirt. They bounced against her chest, and she threw her shirt across the room. She shook her chest making her breasts wiggle and jiggle.

She brought her torso down so her breasts dragged across Brad’s face, then grinding her pussy and breasts back down Brad’s body, she began kissing his skin. First his lips, then his chin, neck, then down his shirt. Her hands made their way up his shirt across his abs then, she kissed his belt. She brought her hands down and began to unbuckle his belt, then his pants, then his zipper. He laid there passively, watching her, hands behind his head. She finally got his pants open then pulled them down his thighs. His penis already hard, flew straight up into the air as his pants were removed.

His penis was huge. It was long, thick, and hard. I had never seen a penis before. It was so much larger than I’d imagined they’d be. How would that fit inside me. Sasha stared at it. I stared at it. It was alien to me. At first, I thought it was weird and disgusting, until I realized how hot it was making me. How could something so odd look so attractive?

Sasha poked it in curiosity. “Are you a virgin,” Brad asked Sasha.

“Shut up!” Sasha slapped his chest.

“Oh my god, you are!” Brad said in surprise. “Your whole slut persona is just an act!” Uh oh, that should piss her off… but it didn’t. She looked embarrassed. Brad sat up, Sasha still on his lap. He kissed her, “It’s ok, we’ll do this together.”

He picked her up, turned around and set her down on her back so he was now on top. This time he kissed Sasha’s body, working his way from her lips down the way she’d done to him. He paused at her breasts. He bit her nipple, “OH!” she jumped.

“I’m sorry, did I bite you too hard!?” Brad asked in concern.

“Don’t stop,” Sasha moaned. Brad continued without question. It occurred to me at this point, I was pinching my nipple hard. I wanted more than anything to be where Sasha was. I wanted to burst out of this closet, throw Brad on the bed and ride him hard. He made his way down to her pussy and wrapped his arms under her legs up around her pelvis.

He starred at her pussy for a second. “You’re staring,” Sasha whispered. Her face went red with embarrassment and her hands covered her breasts, “No one’s ever seen me before.” The brave, confident Sasha that threw her clothes off and ravished Brad earlier was not the same Sasha lying here now.

“I’m admiring undiscovered territory.” Brad brought his mouth down on her and she immediately began to squirm, letting out giggles and moans. My hands were now on my pussy, one playing with my clit, the other pressing against my inner walls. I was breathing nevşehir escort so hard I was surprised they couldn’t hear me. I tried to conceal my breathing, but it just made it loud and irregular.

“Oh Brad!” Sasha shouted, “RIGHT THERE! OH! RIGHT THERE! YES! YES! MORE!”

Sasha was no longer embarrassed, she was obsessed. Her back arched and her arms flew out wide clawing the sheets. “OH~… SHIT… OH FUCK!” I could tell she was having an orgasm. This sent me into an orgasm of my own. It took everything in me not to moan or shout out.

“Its my turn,” Sasha said still on her back, now back in her confident voice. Brad took his shirt off so he was completely nude with her. He stood up revealing to me his whole body, unknowing to him. His cock was pointing right at me in the closet on the other side of the bed from him. It had a curve to it and his balls hung low beneath. His sack looked like a turkey neck to me. His waist, abs, chest, shoulders, and arms were solid muscle. Then Sasha sat up obstructing my view.

‘Oh my god,’ I thought, ‘She’s gonna do it!’

Sasha pushed herself off the bed, got on her knees and was eye level with his penis. She grabbed it tentatively, and slowly began to stroke it. “Wow!” Sasha said, “this is so weird.” She shook her head. Sasha was mentally preparing herself. She opened her mouth and moved it over his cock. She brought her face forward sliding the cock father in.

I closed my eyes and imagined my lips on his cock. I started sucking on my wet fingers knowing I couldn’t imitate the feeling of a cock in my mouth using my fingers, but it was the best I could do.

As she got used to it, she began moving her mouth back and forth faster and faster. “There it is,” Brad exclaimed. “Yeah, just like that,” he instructed her, “keep going!” Sasha began bringing his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Brad grabbed her by the hair and started guiding her speed and depth. Sasha was now gagging every couple of seconds, but she didn’t fight it. She encouraged it.

She spanked him a little bit every now and until, finally, he was literally fucking her face. He slammed her face all the way down on his cock then jerked his body still. Was he cumming in her throat!? I couldn’t tell. After a second or two, he pulled her mouth off and she took a second to swallow and catch her breath.

Breathing hard, She looked up at him with desire and said, “Fuck me!”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Brad threw her on the bed again, took both of her wrists in one hand and placed them above her head pinning her down. He grabbed his cock with his other hand and rubbed it over her pussy lips, then rubbed it just inside her pussy lips. He set his cock up with her opening then slowly led his tip into her being cautious for her first time.

I moved my hands down to my pussy again, ready to pretend Brad was doing to me what he was actually doing to Sasha. It took everything in me not to turn my vibrator on to please myself.

“I’ve used a dildo before, my pussy is used to it,” she assured him calmly, “I want you in me.” He didn’t hesitate. He slammed his pelvis into hers and she yelped in surprise. He kept his cock deep in her and asked, “you use dildos?”

“Well, I accidentally happened upon one of-” she was interrupted by a new quick thrust in and out by Brad, taking her by surprise again, “Oh my god!” She caught her breath, “One of Miranda’s dildos,” she finished her explanation.

Sasha has used my dildo! I was angry and embarrassed at the same time. She must’ve found my hidden spare key to the chest. Now, Sasha and Brad knew about my secret as well as Carlos. Beside, my dildo was considerably smaller than what Brad was packing and I only had one.

“Wow, who knew Miranda was so kinky!” Brad laughed. He started thrusting rhythmically now, still talking as if nothing was happening. “How often do you use her toys?”

“When- whenever- she’s not, um- not home,” she answered between heavy, erratic breaths, her mind struggling to stay in the conversation.

“And what do you think about?” he asked, speeding up. “What do you think about when you masturbate? Do you think about me?”

“~Oh~Yeah~,” she moaned in ecstasy.

“Does the thought of me get you off?” He sped up the rhythm more.

“~Yeah!~ You get me off Brad! So hard! OH MY GOD, BRAD, OH MY GOD!” she was entering another world. He was now slamming into her pelvis to pelvis pretty fast. Even Brad now was now struggling to keep up his facade.

My fingers were moving in and out of my pussy as fast as Brad was thrusting into and out of Sasha. I began moaning along with them. Simultaneously, the three of us entered into blissful mind exploding orgasms. They didn’t appear to notice me as they were caught in their own little world of pleasure.

Brad fell down along side Sasha, both of them breathing heavily next to each other. They looked eachother in the eyes, as if there were an entire world to explore there. I too laid down in exhaustion.

It occurred to me now, I was no longer the subject of voyeurism. I was the voyeur. I could lie to myself by saying Carlos made me, but I chose to watch. Was this what it was like for Carlos seeing me? Did he masturbate on the roof while he watched me get off to my vibrator?

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Madison stood over Miss Lynn’s shoulder while she looked over her paper. Every now and then the pretty blonde teacher would make a comment, but her cute dark-haired student wasn’t really listening. She was too focused on her teacher’s perfume, the scent of her hair, how soothing her voice sounded… the view down her professional-looking white blouse at the swell of her lovely breasts. Madison sighed to herself as a familiar twitching began in her nethers. Oftentimes she’d be sitting in class only half listening while Miss Lynn taught marketing. The other half would be fantasizing about being alone with the object of her desire, after school when the building was completely empty. And Madison could swear Miss Lynn felt the same way. How her teacher would sometimes, ever so surreptitiously, glance at her with a certain look in her eyes. Or the way she’d lightly brush against her when walking between the desks. Or letting her fingers linger just a little bit longer on her shoulder.

And right here, right now, the opportunity was presenting itself. Plus the idea of being in a very public place gave Madison all the aroused encouragement she needed…

Very gently, Madison began to caress her pretty teacher’s shoulder. Miss Lynn stopped, looked over at her student, them pushed her chair out and around so she was facing her. Both women looked each other in the eye. Miss Lynn knew…

“Madison, we shouldn’t do…” but her words were cut off as the cute, curly-haired brunette straddled her lap. Madison placed her hands on each side of her teacher’s face and leaned in. The two bursa escort began to kiss gently at first, then deeper and more passionately, their tongues intertwining like two vines. When they came up for air, Miss Lynn told Madison, “Maddie, this is…so dangerous. The door is open. Anyone could…” but Madison cut her off again. Placing her finger on Miss Lynn’s soft lips, Madison told her, “It’s late and nobody’s here, and nobody will ever find out. It’ll be our secret.” With that, she got up and walked to the open classroom door. Glancing up and down the long empty corridor, she turned back to face her teacher still sitting at her desk. Using her left foot, Madison pushed down on the back of her right sneaker and pulled her foot free. She then did the same with the other. Kicking them across the classroom floor, Madison’s socks soon followed. She walked slowly and seductively back towards Sharon, pulling her shirt over her head and tossing it aside. The closer she got, the more clothes she removed.

By the time Madison reached Miss Lynn’s desk, she was totally nude.

Well, not totally. Standing over the flush teacher, she removed all her jewelry. Miss Lynn moaned when the pretty senior removed the last item, the hair clip in her hair. Wde-eyed, Miss Lynn exhaled as Madison fluffed out her curly dark locks. Miss Lynn just stared at the young woman’s perky B cup tits, her nipples standing at aroused attention, and her neatly trimmed pussy, now glistening with her juices. The angel on the blonde teacher’s shoulder kept telling her this was wrong, that as an adult and her teacher she should know better. çanakkale escort But the devil was more convincing.

“Oh God,” Madison moaned as she pressed her swollen and dripping sex into the corner of the teacher’s desk, “I want you to be the first to fuck my virgin cunt.” The way this vixen said the word “cunt” made Miss Lynn leak into her ever-soddening panties. Giving into her growing lust, Miss Lynn stood up, still fully dressed, and the two embraced. Their kisses were even more fervent than before, with Miss Lynn palming the twin globes of Madison’s naked ass cheeks as Madison ground her wet and swollen quim against her teacher’s leg. “Oh God, Miss Lynn,” Madison moaned as her first orgasm washed over her, needing Miss Lynn’s help to remain standing. Miss Lynn dipped her finger into the dripping cleft of Madison’s vagina and licked it clean, then whispered, “Hmmm, I think this naughty little girl deserves a spanking,”

Madison obediently assumed the position, grabbing a desk and presenting her luscious ass to her teacher. Miss Lynn began to spank her, counting each swat off as her student kept telling her she was a “dirty little slut” who deserved “a spanking from mommy” which turned the overheated teacher on even more. Madison moaned as she hoisted her left leg onto the desk in an effort to spread her legs even further. Her blonde teacher obliged by allowing her hand to linger for just a bit on Madison’s dripping slit. Finally Miss Lynn ceased the spanking, knelt down and began to slide her probing tongue from Madison’s swollen lips to her virgin rosebud. “Ohmyfuckinggodimgoingtocum,” Madison çankırı escort barely blurted as another orgasm washed over her, her overheated sex spilling with arousal. Try as she might, the poor teacher could barely lick it all up as Madison’s juices showered her. Panting, Madison stood on shaky legs, turning to face her teacher and smiled as she admired Miss Lynn’s dripping face and soaked blouse. Leaning closer, Madison kissed and licked her own juices from Miss Lynn’s face. When she was done she gazed into her teacher’s blue eyes.

“Miss Ly… may I call you Sharon?” she asked.

“Yes,” Sharon answered. The poor teacher moaned and soaked her panties again when Madison leaned in and whispered in her ear, asking her to take off all her clothes.

Sharon unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the floor. Next she unzipped her skirt, pushing it past the curve of her hips where it puddled around her feet. She kicked it aside, followed by her shoes. Sharon undid the clasp of her bra, revealing her perfect C-cup breasts, her rosy nipples standing at rapt attention. She then turned around, inviting Madison to remove her panties. Madison gasped at the delicate strand of wetness that ran from Sharon’s wet labia to the soaked crotch of her panties. Following Madison’s lead, Sharon removed all her jewelry and accessories, too.

Sharon was as nude as her student. Madison moaned approvingly as she admired her teacher’s beautiful body, from her long blonde hair to her firm and round breasts, pink nipples hard as little pebbles, flat belly, neatly trimmed bush, glistening lips, curvy hips, long smooth legs and pretty feet. Taking her teacher by the hand, and with a lustful and mischievous look in her eye, Madison led her teacher towards the open classroom door. Sharon didn’t hesitate to go along as the two left all their scattered clothing and belongings behind. The entire school was their empty, hedonistic playground…

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*****

Every thing started a very hot summer day ten months ago.

It was almost my home arrival time. My wife had just come out from the shower. So she was naked. The doorbell rang. She thought it was I. She opened the door. Surprise!!! It was not I. He was the teenager son of our neighbor. Both of them were shocked. She could not move. His eyes were all paralyzed over her beautiful naked body. Then she was the first person to realize the strange situation. She excused and suddenly shut the door on his face. He did not believe in his eyes what he saw.

Five minutes later she called him up to ask what he wanted. She also excused for her unintentional appearance. He told her that he had come to borrow some cookies for their German Shepard dog, because he had no time to go to buy. She invited him to give some cookies. She had put on a jogging short and a T-shirt without bra. She gave some cookies to him and she let him watch her long naked legs and nipples from the wet T-shirt. He thanked and went away. I’m sure it was too much for his feeling to see my wife naked and then with a provocative sexy dress.

When I came home she told me what happened. She confessed that after closing the door she felt very horny. She felt some hot wetness in her pussy. It was her first exhibition for a foreigner. She told me that then she decided to go on the same game with the poor innocent boy. That’s why she dressed like that and called him to flash, partially. She added that after returning his house she was sure he played with his young and horny dick even before feeding the dog. She returned to the bathroom and fingered her wet pussy for a while and probably at the same time he was beating his dick in his bathroom. After telling her story she kissed me and pulled me to the bedroom. Believe or not believe she raped me. She fucked me as if she had never fucked before.

A week later she voluntarily opened the door half naked to a delivery boy. This time it was not accidental. She let him to watch her naked tits without any shirt or bra and long legs with the same jogging short. When he left she again fingered her pussy. She told me what happened and then attacked me to fuck again. We fucked like rabbits. She told me that she was very excited to display her naked body to some other guys. It was a kind of medicine for her sex desire.

Within a month she became a first class exhibitionist. In every occasion not only visitors to our house but also in the supermarkets, department stores she displayed her tits or pussy partially to the some, generally, foreigners. She artificially created several occasions to display herself. Even she fingered herself in an empty park after flashing. One day she displayed one of her tits and then her pussy to a sailor from a visiting submarine. He was sunbathing in the park. He accepted it as an open check and went to sit with her. Five minutes later he put his hand on her knee and slowly moved up to her pussy. While fingering her recently shaved pussy, he pulled out his horny dick from his uniform. He let her hold his dick. It was an interesting deal of sex barter between them. They played rize escort with each other’s sex organs. The sailor pulled down her head over his dick. She licked, sucked and milked out his dick. After unloading his semen to her mouth he asked her to fuck with the same hard on but she said no. That evening on the sofa she described to me what and how happened with the sailor on a bank of the park. We repeated same scene, I fingered her pussy she sucked my dick and swallowed my semen. But I could not go on to fuck her pussy.

Next day she went to the park and same time hoping to find the sailor, again. He was not there. She pulled up her miniskirt as if she was sunning and time-to-time displayed her pussy for the passers-by. As usual she finger fucked her pussy in the park before returning home. But, when she was leaving she saw the sailor coming to the park. She was excited. She noticed that he was looking for her around. He was excited and felt happy when he saw my horny wife. They said hello to each other. They sat on a bank. The sailor held her waist and pulled her face to him. They kissed. One of his hands was over her breast. She stopped him. She asked him not to do anything there. She suggested him to go a hotel or home. They came home. He fucked her twice. She told me what happened that day. We also fucked twice. The sailor fucked her almost everyday while his ship was in the harbor. Last day he brought his body, as well. She did a strip show for them before fucking. She told me that it was not a strip tease. It was a kind of making love with an invisible man. First, they fucked her one by one and then together. That evening without telling anything she just did the same show to me and we fucked twice. But she said “No, something missing.” I did not understand what she meant.

Following evening when I went home the teenager son was at home. They were chatting. She had a transparent blouse and denim short that was not covering her ass. She kissed me. The young guy was drinking beer. She gave me my JD on the rocks. She left us for a while. We started to chat about his school. Ten minutes later there was a soft music on the set. She turned off some lights in the living room. She had changed her dress. She started for a strip show. Time to time she asked help of the boy to take off her clothes. She danced on his laps when he took off her bra. She was touching her hard nipples to his face. He was shocked. He was not sure he was dreaming or in real life. Suddenly she pulled his hand and put her beautiful naked tits and then she kissed him. He was almost cross-eyed in order to see what was my reaction. I told him to go on while I was playing with my dick over my trousers. She started to strip him at the same time. Five minutes later she held our hands and led us to the bedroom. First she let him fuck her. It was a snapshot fucking for him. Then she fucked me. After filling her pussy with my come, I rested for a while. But they continued to fuck. I joined them during his third round. I was fucking her pussy she was sucking his dick. She said, “You see nothing missing today. It was like the sailors day! I like to fill up my two holes.” Then he fucked her ass and she sucked my dick. He left sakarya escort after midnight. The poor boy probably did not finish his homework that night.

Since then she did several strip shows to him and his friends, too. She continued to flash herself the electricians, pizza guys, and neighbors, passers-by in the parks. One year later after that first accident we became members of several swinging clubs. But I’m really tired. So most of the time she went alone to those clubs. She always returned home very late. Even recently some Friday or Saturday nights, she did not come back. She became a real striptease addict. Striptease is her life.

Last month, my bachelor boss asked me to see him in his office. The first time he asked me to go to his office. When I walked in he asked me to sit. Then he took some pictures from his drawer. Before showing the pictures he told me that he fucked several women and hot wives, but he had never fucked a hot wife like the woman in the pictures. He handed over the pictures to me. The woman in the pictures was my wife. Several guys, including my boss were fucking her in different positions. I was upset. I was blushed. I did not understand why he showed me those pictures. Then he explained the reason. He wanted to fuck her with me not with the foreigners. He was obsessed to fuck her while I was watching or fucking her together. So he invited us for the dinner following Friday night. He is 42 years old. My wife is 29 and I’m 34. I told him to ask my wife. I did not believe when he said she already accepted the invitation.

Following Friday we went his home. He served Champaign. We had wonderful dinner. After the dinner he danced with her. He asked her to do a special strip show for us not usual one in the clubs. When she threw away one of her shoes, she also took off one of our shoes. She was stripping herself and then us. At the end when she was completely naked we were also naked. Then we carried her to his bed. He asked a coin and asked me “head or tail”. I won the head he won the tail. She sucked my dick he fucked her pussy. After unloading our dicks to her mouth and pussy he served Campaign again on the bed. We spent all weekend in his house. We fucked her one by one and also together during the 48 hours. I was tired but he was not. He fucked three times more than I screwed her. Sunday evening we returned home.

Ten days ago he called me again. He said he was going to have three businessmen from Tokyo. He wanted to show a big hospitality for the guests in order to get a good contract. He decided to give a special dinner at his home Friday evening. He invited my wife and I for the dinner, too. I had no chance to say no, because she had already accepted. We went early to his house before arrival of the guests. She had a suitcase with her. I asked her what she had in it. She said big surprise. He kissed my wife and served Champaign again. He begged her to do her best strip show for the Japanese guests. One hour later the guests arrived with an athletic black guy. He introduced himself as the guide and guard of the guests. The boss served Champaign and caviars to everybody. The eyes of the guests were on my hot wife’s long legs under samsun escort her super miniskirt. I was sure that moment they’d suggest my boss to forget the dinner and start to fuck her right away. They were really impatient. They were stripping and fucking her with their eyes. The hard on of the black guy was already obvious. Time-to-time they were accidentally touching their hands to her ass or legs or tits. We finished the dinner very quickly. They rejected the service of the boss’ French cognacs. The big boss of the guests asked my wife if she could dance. My boss told him to be patient. He said she would dance for everybody. He signaled to her get ready for the show. She stood up and went to the next room.

Twenty minutes later my boss turned off some lights in the living room. He put the CD of Mendelssohn’s wedding march. From the darkness my wife slowly walked in with her white wedding dress. She was walking as a new bride to marry in front of a priest in the church. Boss approached and held her arm as if he was accompanying father of the bride. They walked together for a while around the coffee table. He stopped in front of the Japanese boss. Boss told him to stand up. He stood up and held her hand. Boss said a few words in Japanese. I did not understand. He lifted up her white veil and looked her face first than me. The other Japanese told him something I did not understand, either. But the black guy told that he had to kiss him. He kissed her lips. They walked around the coffee table, again. She asked him to help to unbutton her dress. He unbuttoned all with shaky hands. Then step-by-step she started to strip herself and the Japanese guy, at the same time. When they were completely naked, all other people were playing with their guns. She escorted him to the bedroom. They walked hand by hand, again. Almost 45 minutes later she came down and took another Japanese to the bedroom. The second Japanese also came down without putting his costume on. Then she fucked every guest one by one. Before me she fucked the black guide. While I was fucking her she told me it was the best day of her life. After me the door of the bedroom kept open. Whoever wanted to fuck her they screwed her. Once the three Japanese fucked her mouth, ass and pussy. My boss, black guy and I watched them. After them the black guy, my boss and I filled her three holes. The black guy had a huge dick and even the all-Japanese guys touched it and laughed afterwards. (By the way they invited him to Tokyo after their visit.) The kitchen was full of foods and drinks. All of us spent the weekend in the house of my boss. His house was like a nudist camp.

When we reached the Sunday evening she was really exhausted. Even, she was not able to put her dress on. After the guests left my boss and I helped her dressing. She spent four days in the bed. Next day after the guests left the city, my boss called me to see him in his office again. He thanked my wife and me for our assistance for his hospitality to his Japanese customers. He had signed a good contract with them. He gave me a check. It was written 5 thousand dollars on it. He told me that was mine. He showed me another check written 25 thousand dollars. He said he’d give it to my wife when she visits him in her bedroom again. He also gave an envelope. It was written in Japanese. I opened it. There were two first class round trip tickets to Tokyo. They were named one for me and the second one for my wife as their guests. I’m sure she’d like it, because she had never been in Tokyo, yet.

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Naked Life Project – Vita Goes Nude

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Naked Life project – Vita signs up

Part 1 – Answering the ad and getting started

by Vitavie

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Note 1: I have to pay homage to the numerous ‘Naked at School’ and similar stories, which I have enjoyed over the years. When I started this story, I did not have the intention of writing in this genre. What I wanted to do is to write a story about being permanently naked and on view – one of my fetishes. I took the section ‘Before we properly dig into this story, let me first tell you a little more about myself’ from an unfinished story that I had lying around. My protagonist is a student, so how could I think to avoid the Naked-at-School reference? Fine! Paying homage it is! Better to pay homage than to be accused of ripping off a theme from others.

Note 2: Everyone that appears in this story is eighteen or over.

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THE ADVERT AND HOW THE SCENE IS SET

My name is Vita and I am a twenty-one-year old psychology student, with a minor in mathematics. I study hard, can be a nerd, I admit it, but I play hard as well. Fortunately, I have lots of energy.

I am woman. Haven’t I said?

Am I pretty? Most everybody is pretty in these days of body positivity. The facts are that I eat well, exercise, have energy, am fit and in shape. Chest size, waist and hips? You’ll just have to guess.

In the beginning, there was an ad. When I saw the ad, I answered it immediately.

It ran as follows:

Two psychology research-assistant positions offered for the duration of a year, one for a male, one for a female student. Both are to be single, in the sense of living alone. Subject will be required to be permanently nude. Her/ his head will be shaved and instrumented with an array of sensor patches. Wig will be provided. Safety of subjects is assured, as is protection against cold. Those that should apply: women and men with confidence, fit, of legal age and active as a student. Attractive remuneration.

Wow! A dream job!

I have fantasised about being permanently nude. On the face of it: fun and exciting, but the challenge would be in the word ‘PERMANENT’. Not permanent, if you feel great and want to be seen, but PER-MA-NENT, full stop. Permanent, when you don’t feel like it, also when inconvenient, also during the dark-side-of the-moon period sort of thing (yes, with a string hanging out of… you know.)

The other thing, to have your head shaved… Wow! That will shift my limits no end. If one thing is true, I love my hair! I am prepared to have it shaved, but I think I will cry! Wonder what the deal with the wig is.

And there will be two of us! A man and, I hope, me. Do we have to interact? I wonder if I know him. I know most of the psychology majors of my year, and some of other years. No male exhibitionist comes to mind.

I slept one night over it – but, hey, I was sold the minute I read the ad – and then filled out my application. Fingers crossed…

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WHO AM I, VITA?

Before we properly dig into this story, let me first tell you a little more about myself.

A pretty woman I am. There, I have said it. Pretty. In the above I said you can’t call anyone pretty anymore, since doing so would be at the expense of others who are non-pretty. Also, calling oneself pretty , in old-speak, would be immodest, wouldn’t it? All my friends called me pretty, however. Not beautiful, but pretty. Thank god – why be model material? Why be the desire of everybody? Why be gaped at all the time?

Pretty… There is nature, yes. But there has to be nurture too! I eat carefully and work out. Good figure, pretty face, a mass of auburn, slightly curly hair. On my head and in the patch down between my legs. I am not making the point idly. If I get accepted, the hair on my head will have to go, remember?

So, if I am pretty, then how about my personality? Oh, all would agree that I am independent and self-assured. Confident. Autonomous. Yet a social creature, I’d think. I have lots of friends, lots of acquaintances.

Cocky, my detractors might prefer to call me. Don’t know… But my detractors would certainly be right if they talk about my one definite vice: I like to be naked.

So inappropriate!

Ever since I left home for university, I have preferred to shed my clothes whenever I was alone in my apartment. There was an erotic tinge to that at first, but my need did not derive from devious tendencies alone. Being naked felt pure and natural to me too. Sometimes the one sentiment prevailed, sometimes the other. So, it came to happen that I opened the door to one of my friends in that state. When I saw her face, I immediately realised my mistake. We laughed, I got dressed and that was that.

But it happened again, and again, opposite female and male friends. Part of my friends stemmed from artsy circles, where apparently fewer taboos prevailed. My psychology trabzon escort friends, funnily enough, were divided. Some deemed me narcissistic. (Isn’t every psychology major narcissistic? )

In time, by and large my nakedness got accepted: my slightly taller than average, slender frame, my moderately sized but round breasts, my juicy butt, my legs, my two growths of auburn hair. I would receive my friends undressed; some would reciprocate the gesture, some would not. (Only for some good friends who didn’t like my nudity I got dressed when they showed up. I do make sacrifices when I need to.) I would even host parties that way. Was my nakedness an open invitation to make a pass at me? Sure, I slept around, but I was as choosy as the next person and I have friends whom I would not have dreamt sleeping with. The strength of my attitude is such that I remain in charge, naked but not vulnerable.

Art schools need models, nude models. What was more obvious than me earning a bit of cash as a nude model? The first time I posed to fellow students – some of them my friends – I felt slightly nervous. Soon, however, I thought nothing of it. Did they fancy me, possibly the prettiest model – again, sorry! – they had had the pleasure to sketch? I henceforth received just a trifle more attention during normal school hours. Did I enjoy the attention, based of my apparent availability, this apparently being there to be seen and taken? Yes, I did enjoy the attention. Being naked is natural to me, but I will admit that I am a bit of a tease as well. I like to play, am happy to present myself, while remaining hard to get.

So, I am no stranger to nudity in public, on nude beaches but generally indoors only. Well, apart from the odd dare of streaking around campus or something.

I admit it. All this carry-on turns me on. I masturbate by the bucket load. Not in public, though. My parents taught me manners, you know.

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THE INTERVIEW

After a few days’ waiting, the Prof in question sends me a reply. I am invited to an interview!

Two days later, I present myself at Prof. XXX’s office – a straight-laced female professor of gender studies. I met her once when she lectured on the university’s sexual transgression policies – one warning and next you’re out! I am wearing a short, but demure red dress, high neckline, armless, and a matching cardigan, nude pantihose. Red flats on my feet. And – who knows what will happen? – a fine but simple satin underwear set.

To my surprise, it is ‘we’ that present ourselves. I am joined by a male fellow-student. He wears a linen summer suit with a pale blue shirt. Brown loafers. I vaguely know him from my math courses – a fleeting figure at the back. He may be a Physics major. A bit of a nerd, but a fair-looking one. Not a hunk, but alright. That is fine. I don’t like over-confident. Not sure if he should not be filed under under-confident, though, as he hardly dares to look at me…

I make the contact.

‘Are you here for the interview? Hi, I am Vita.’

Now he dares looking at me. He rises.

‘Err… Eric, how do you do? I’ve seen you in class. Hi! Yes, here for the interview. I need the money, you know.’

‘Good point! But not mine. OK, some extra money is very welcome, but being naked in my kink! So, getting a legit opportunity to live this up is a godsend.’

‘A kink? How strange! Who would want that?’ And he blushes! ‘For me, you are right, I am not only here for the money. I… I am… I’m still a virgin…’, he blushes again, ‘… and I see this is a way to get laid or gain confidence. Or lose it forever… I mean my confidence… you know…’

‘Okay! Good luck with that…’

Prof. XXX opening her door cuts this little exchange short.

‘Come in, come in…’

There we are, Eric, Prof. XXX and I. I am so excited about what lies ahead.

‘Well… How are you both? Glad you came. Let me just tell you that I have been very disappointed by the previous incumbents. They didn’t pass the simple test I had for them.’

A test! Eric and I look at each other. Interview, piercing questions, yes, because the job is not for the fainthearted… but a test?

In hindsight it was obvious.

‘Eric and Vita, please undress. In other words, get naked. Now!’

Of course!

I relish the opportunity and slowly, but deliberately and confidently undress, neatly folding up each item, and making sure I surreptitiously show every side of myself to both Prof. XXX and Eric. Including my three holes! Naughty, naughty…

‘Eric, are you OK?’ said the Prof.

He mutters, ‘I haven’t prepared for this’, but then he takes the plunge, fumbling along. Soon he is naked too. I am surprised to see that his groin is virtually hairless, short of a five-o’clock shadow. A surprise! What he might not have prepared for is arousal-prevention. His penis is at half-mast and he blushes.

‘Well, well, Vita and Eric. This was the test! Sweet and simple. I have taken the liberty to tunceli escort look up your academic achievements and you pass on that count too. Above average! So, you have got the jobs if you want them.

‘But it is only fair that I first explain what the job actually involves.’

She explains that our jobs, should we take them, are the core of a research project on the psychological consequences of being watched. The programme is called ‘Naked Life.’ The areas of the brain that harbour the responses have been identified and will be monitored using an array of electrodes. The electrodes will be mounted in a skull cap that will be made to measure.

‘So, that is why your head will be shaven, which is intense. However, the shaving will be done in a controlled manner, so that a wig can be made of your own hair, exactly like it is today! Minus the growth of two weeks’ time, as the wig-making process eats up a little. But your job will only start in two weeks’ time. So, as I said, the wig will be exactly like your hair is today, if you get my drift. Not too bad, is it? During the programme, you will have to shave each morning to ensure the sensors will function well. We’ll provide the kit and instructions.’

Eric and I look at each other. Wow! Things get more intense by the minute. Don’t know about Eric, but I have decided that on balance I look forward to being shorn. Though I love my hair. I didn’t know, but when I’ve been researching head-shaving on the web, I found it is a secret turn-on for me, to be hairless. A new kink! But I have never done it.

I raise my hand.

‘Prof. XXX, will our whole body be shaven?’

She smiles. ‘No, why? We only shave your skull for scientific purposes, so that the electrodes register. I see that you have a healthy bush as it stands. You can keep that.’

I reply, ‘But Eric…’

‘Well, if shaving down there is normal him, we’ll let it be. But it’s not normal for you…

‘What you could do is have yourself be shaved by Eric down there, in public for all I care, and register what parts of the brain come alive. I am kidding, obviously. It’s up to you. Do what you like!

‘It is worthwhile to add that you will have a small camera and microphone integrated in your wig too. This will allow correlation between the actions, situations and conditions and the neurological responses in your brain.’

She smiles at us… I smile back.

‘So,’ Eric asks, ‘our situations are monitored continuously too?’

‘Yes,’ the prof replies, ‘they are. They are while you wear the sensor cap and the wig. Which you are required to do except when you lie down to sleep. The audio/video and a GPS tracker will be on continuously. They have to be for your brainwaves to be interpreted at all. The sleep period is excepted, as tossing and turning in bed would potentially damage your skull cap and, well, there is no upside. We will provide a bedside stand to store the wig and cap.’

I ask, ‘And when we lie down during sex?’

‘You are allowed to… rather, are required to wear cap and wig during sex. We are interested in the sex, of course. Both cap and wig are comfortable and robust. The sleep period is excluded as it does not relate to our research goal: the response of the brain when one is being looked at. We are not interested in your wet dreams, therefore.’

We all smile.

‘So, we instruct you to exclude the sleep period so as not to run any undue risk with the cap. You can sleep in the gear occasionally, though, for example if you happen to fall asleep. Both are made from modern breathing materials, which are as comfortable as your own skin.’

Eric asks, ‘So, our lives are under surveillance 24/7, at least when we are awake? Is that legal?’

‘It is, once you sign our contract. From our side, according to our own obligations, we guarantee that both the brainwaves and the video and sound won’t fall in the wrong hands and will be used for research purposes only. Anyway, you as such won’t be in the videos, as it shows your point-of-view. You can appear in each other’s videos, so mind that. You probably will, won’t you?’ She chuckles. ‘By the way, I am afraid you have to wear a compact battery and data storage pack on your upper arm to feed the recording gear. A bit of a bother, but we saw no other way. You’ll get two, one for being charged at home and one for wearing when you’re out and about. They will last over 24 hours. And they are waterproof. That is: rainproof, obviously, but you can swim while wearing it. We strongly recommend to not dive. The wig may be torn off, damaging the camera, microphone or battery wires.

‘But I am digressing, sorry. We’ll return to the legalities later.

‘Let’s talk some more about the purpose of the programme: how does it feel to be looked at? Your conscious and subconscious feelings will affect your brain waves, so we aim to pick these up. To help interpret these, we’ll also distil information from the visual picture and the sound. The purpose… Public nudity is generally seen as uşak escort lewd, as indecent exposure, potentially upsetting anyone that watches or give him – or her, let’s be open – the wrong idea. Public nudity is therefore prohibited. Even as some of us maintain that the constitution allows it, but never mind. Fighting windmills is easier.

‘We are lucky that in this city, we have a forward, open-minded, pro-woman city council, which we managed to convince that our research would shed light on how the attraction between man and woman happens, what the triggers are, how strong each of the triggers is and so on. Knowing this, the council feels, with us of course, that our research will help develop effective educational programmes for young people in order to inhibit rape, sexual and domestic violence, promote understanding and respect between the sexes – the whole gamut. High time the trend is bent downwards, after lord knows how many centuries… Of course, I am not arrogant enough to think we will single-handedly and in the course of a single year prove that giant steps are feasible, that nudity can be legalised, but we have start somewhere…’ She looks each of us in the eyes and smiles.

‘That is where you come in. Your responses to being watched, being approached, being ridiculed, bullied, being admired, being aroused will be registered, along with the video image of the triggers. The same holds for your own sexual activities, how the brain waves will intensify during your approach of a potential mate, when you get aroused, make love and so on. By all means, do as you like and act naturally (but stay safe!)’

I smile, Eric forces a smile.

‘You will say, how does all that data relate to normality, where one is dressed? True, your responses to the behaviour of others looking at you and treating you constitute an exaggerated reality. However, we and the majority of the City council members have the hope that someday nudity in public will be possible and will actually promote the safety of women. But, you would be right if you say that we need to include a control group. In fact, we will. There will be a dressed male/ female pair, which is instrumented like you. But we don’t advertise who form that pair, as no one should notice. They won’t stand out like you. Apart from very close friends no one will notice that they are engaged in the programme. Some may notice that their hair doesn’t grow. They are asked to not talk about it.

‘You are both single, so that is fine. The idea is that you should be known to be available. It is fine, in fact great, for you to have sex. I have to ask, but you don’t have to answer: is any of you still a virgin?’

I laugh and offer, ‘No, I am not! Can’t remember when I was!’

‘Now, now, it is not shameful to postpone losing it! Herein lies part of the issue, the pressure of losing one’s virginity early! Promotes macho-behaviour and girls spreading their legs before they’re really ready! But, well, you don’t look like a push-over, so, I guess, good luck to you!

‘How about you, Eric?’

He blushes. ‘Err… I still am a virgin, prof. XXX.’

‘Good luck to you too! Nothing to be ashamed off. Chances are you’ll lose it in this process, mark my words.’ Eric blushes again, but forces another smile.

‘Okay… Yeah…,’ he mutters, ‘That was kind of what I was hoping.’

Prof. XXX beams at him and says, ‘Perfect! You should both generate good data! And insight into the before and after of losing your virginity! I am happy with you both in this programme!’

And, my, oh, my, she gets up and hugs me and then Eric, who blushes and goes erect! She disengages, beaming still, flicks Eric’s penis with some thumb and index-finger action, he flinches, and she sits down again.

‘So, great, Vita and Eric. I feel we have got something and somewhere! I know, you have not yet agreed to participate.

‘I promised to say more about your legal status. The council will issue an edict allowing you both to be naked everywhere within the city and county limits and at all times. The council will consult with the neighbouring cities and counties, and the state, and will try to get them on board. They will issue a barcoded wristband to you with your ID details, as you carrying a driver’s licence is not very practical. The police will be informed about you and will watch over you. You will be able to set off an alarm, just by shouting a safeword for the audio gear to pick up. Our software will be trained to recognise this word as uttered by your specific voices and will trigger an alarm to the police. I hope and, really, expect that it won’t be necessary to use it.

‘Our programme will be formally launched with a handful of articles in the press. About us and our goals, but naturally also about you, as you will be interviewed and pictures of you shown. We will stress that you are under police protection, but will encourage the city folk to interact with you. We have pondered the dilemma of not providing any advance publication on the one hand, so as to keep things natural, or on the other hand publicising the programme well. The latter is indeed the option we have chosen. We felt the advantages outweigh the disadvantages – people will feel encouraged to approach you being the main advantage, as well as the fact that they may not tell you off.

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Fall weather had arrived and it was finally cold outside. It was Sunday, the football day, pro football day, Pittsburgh Steelers day. They both looked forward to all the games, sometimes with gleeful anticipation, sometimes with simple dread. This was a mixed emotion Sunday, one when she dreaded the game but looked forwarded to what was to come afterwards.

She watched her boyfriend and wondered what might be going through his mind. He did grin mischievously from time to time, and she did catch him looking at her rather intensely while she prepared their bowls of chili for lunch.

The game came on and they reminded each other not to expect too much. They agreed that the Steelers sucked this year. Bad, no, worse than bad, embarrassing. But they were still the Steelers and they both were still fans and they both hoped and believed that things would get better. They had to, to get much better, or people would get hurt.

The first interception came late in the first quarter. Again, they both knew, it’s happening again. Her boyfriend groaned and got up to get another beer. She watched him leave the room and let her mind drift to what was to come. What had he planned, she wondered, what could it be? How would it all happen? He had made assurances, but it remained, she realized, that the whole thing was really her idea, her fantasy. She reminded herself how lucky she was to have him, to have someone so understanding, so supportive, so comfortable with himself and her as she is.

Half-time drifted by with a hurried pace of game up-dates and stupid studio jokes. Who writes this shit for those guys, her boyfriend laughed? She smiled and tried to listen, but she couldn’t concentrate. Her pussy was tingling in anticipation. Fuck football today, she told herself.

The Steelers were behind by fourteen points mid-way through the third quarter, so she reached across the sofa and rubbed his cock lightly through his jeans. He looked at her and smiled, not moving her hand, not stopping her, but not really responding either. Thinking about later, he asked her. She nodded and took her hand away, embarrassed with herself that she had such a hard time waiting for something she didn’t really know how to picture.

The game went on as others: the Steelers fell behind and couldn’t run and had to pass and threw interceptions and got beat badly. They both watched the post-game show silently, sullenly, pissed. Her boyfriend shook his head as a few players talked about how the team could turn the season around. She wasn’t listening. She was thinking about what he had told her to wear for later.

“Time to get ready, don’t you think?” he asked her as he turned off the television and clicked on the stereo.

“Yes.” Her answer was almost a whisper as she got up and headed for the bedroom.

The short black leather skirt was on the bed waiting. The soft white sweater lay beside it.

She took a deep breath and stepped into the shower. The hot water caressed her and warmed her. The urge to touch herself crept up from deep in her belly but she fought it and didn’t. Her nipples shrank and begged to be touched, but she ignored them too. Damn, she told herself, damn.

The leather skirt went on over her bare ass. No panties, he had said. The sweater lightly scratched her nipples; no bra either. Only the black heels followed. Three items, no jewelry. Three items of dress and some nice perfume. She was ready.

Her boyfriend only smiled and reached for his coat when she came into the den. They walked through the kitchen and into the garage without speaking. He opened the car door for her and closed it after she settled çorum escort into the leather seat. She watched him walk around the front of the car, watched him smile and hold her eyes. He knows me well, she told herself, he knows I’m excited and he’s enjoying it, enjoying every minute of it. He opened his door and eased into the car before he spoke.

“Still want this?” he asked, smiling.

She only nodded yes for an answer.

He pulled a black scarf from his coat pocket and leaned toward her to cover her eyes.

“You’ll need to go and return in darkness,” he told her. “You’ll not know where or with whom you’ll be. You will speak when spoken to and touch when told to. But my promises stand. You will not be hurt or abused or humiliated. You will be totally safe, safe from harm or illness, I’ve checked. Your pleasure will be the focus of everyone you come in contact with for the next while.

“Trust me?” he asked.

“Yes,” was all she said as she took a deep breath and settled into the blackness of the blindfold.

The garage door opened, the car started, and her boyfriend backed out. She slid down lower into the seat hoping that no neighbors saw them leaving with her head partially wrapped in a black scarf. She heard him chuckle and knew it was for her but she didn’t care. The top of her head was even with the top of the car door, she thought. It took her a moment to realize that in scooting down, her skirt had scooted up. No panties and a short skirt riding high meant exposure but she liked the idea. She liked the thought of him seeing her, seeing her freshly shaped pubic hair, the soft skin of her upper thigh, the pout of the hood over her clit. She wondered if he would touch her, but he didn’t. They rode along without speaking, listening to music, a new jazz CD he had bought, something about playing the blues, but it was jazz, a sax, good music.

It was as if he had read her mind when he said, “It’s John Coltrane’s “Blue Trane” album, re-mastered. I hope you like it.”

She did, but she didn’t speak. She just rode and listened and tried not to be too obvious about moving inside the skirt and over the smooth surface of the leather car seat.

They rode for some time, not an hour but almost, she thought. Inside the blindfold she had no real sense of direction. After all, she realized, they could be anywhere. He could be driving in circles and taking her back home. She had thought of that, that he might just take her back to their house, so she had scented the place with some candles she would recognize. Smart, she smiled to herself. But when he slowed and turned, the sound of the garage door that opened was definitely not theirs. No, not theirs. Someone else’s.

The car stopped and his door opened immediately. She heard him walk around the car, his shoes on the concrete floor, until he had opened her door. He didn’t speak, he just took her hand and guided her out of the car. He moved her around the corner of the car and across the floor until they came to a stop. Steps, he said, so she lifted one foot at a time as he steadied her. A door at the top of the stairs opened and they both moved inside. The house didn’t smell of her new candles but she did catch the scent of incense. And there was music playing, the same music, she realized immediately, the same music that was in the car: John Coltrane’s music. They moved down what she sensed to be a hallway, slowly, carefully. He was sensitive to her being comfortable, keeping her balance. They stopped in a room, her boyfriend’s hands still on her shoulders for reassurance and support.

“Nice,” a male voice said.

“Yes,” denizli escort said another.

“Undress her,” said a third voice.

Hands took the bottom hem of her sweater and began to lift it slowly. It was lifted up her arms and over her head carefully in order not to disturb the blindfold. Hands cupped her breasts from behind, the fingers gently twisting her nipples.

“Nice,” came the first voice again.

More hands found the zipper on the back of the skirt and pulled it down. The zipper opened and the skirt began a slow slide over her hips. She found herself moving slightly to help the hands pushing the skirt downward, helping until she felt it begin to slide down her thighs and fall at her feet.

“Very nice, yes,” said another voice.

She was naked except for the shoes and her perfume. In that moment, standing there in front of whomever, her first thought was of the shoes. Why do they always keep their shoes on in those movies, she wondered.

“Step out of your shoes,” someone said.

Well, that settles that, she told herself.

“Show her to us,” a voice said.

Hands took her and began to turn her slowly. The hands lifted her arms up and over her head. Other hands took her breasts again and lifted them, cupping them, tugging at her nipples until they peaked and pointed across the room. More hands ran over her sides and down to her hips, around to her ass, spreading her cheeks. Even more hands moved between her legs. She spread her feet slightly to let the hands there find her pussy. Fingers lifted her lips and moved upward until her clit was visible.

“Put her down now,” someone suggested.

She was eased downward then to the floor where she felt some kind of comfort or quilt had been spread. No one told her how to position herself, so she turned to lie on her back. Hands took her immediately. Hands found her breasts again. Hands lifted her legs and spread them. Hands were everywhere on her body, touching, caressing, probing, pulling her skin and pulling her to go with them where they wanted her to go. Lips came then. And then tongues. Mouths took her breasts, her nipples. She wasn’t sure how many people were touching her, taking her, but she didn’t care. God, she thought, my God, yes, this is it, what I wanted. A mouth also took her pussy. Another mouth took her mouth, trying to tease her tongue to come out and play. Her tongue responded as the tongue between her legs opened her lips there and began to slowly lick her.

She came for the first time somewhere in the midst of the blackness and the hands, the tongues, everything. The orgasm shook her, surprising her with an almost fierce edge. Her body in fact quaked, shivered, convulsed, but the hands and the mouths and the tongues didn’t stop, they pushed on, pushed her on.

Something inside her told her to gather herself and enjoy every bit of it, so she began an inventory of sensations. The mouth on her own kissed her and pleaded with her, the mouths and tongues on her nipples nursed from her, drawing what they could but giving her what they hoped she wanted, and the mouth on her clit let its tongue lick her as fingers fucked her pussy and her ass. What else, she asked herself, just before more hands took hers and pulled them toward hard cocks to be stroked.

So different, she thought, the two cocks she stroked were so very different. One thick, the other not. One long, the thin one. Even the skin felt different to her touch.

Just then the mouth and the fingers between her legs left her and were replaced by a cock. It entered her smoothly, sliding inside her easily. düzce escort Everything else continued, the kissing, the licking, the sucking, everything continued as the cock in her pussy began to fuck her. And fuck her it did, slowly building to a steady pace, fucking her smoothly, letting the full length of itself glide in and out of her completely. Even with all that was being done to her, she sought to fuck back against the cock taking her. Her hips rose in rhythm with it, matching its pace, hoping to open herself to each of its thrusts. Her juices ran freely from her pussy, downward over the pucker of her ass, down between her cheeks and onto the comfort beneath her.

She fucked the cock until it came inside her. Somehow she felt she had won, taken the cock, defeated it for a moment. But no sooner had the spent cock shrunk and withdrawn, when another took its place. A new, fresh, hard cock slid inside her until she felt her wetness transfer to the public hair and skin pressed against her.

As the new cock began to fuck her, the kissing mouth withdrew from her lips to be replaced by the wet tip of yet another cock. She turned loose of the cocks in her hands so she could hold the one in her mouth, to stroke it as she licked and sucked. The head swelled in her mouth and she lost track of the detailed sensation of the cock fucking her pussy. The cock in her mouth almost gagged her but she liked it, she wanted it, she wanted to capture it and conquer it like the first cock to fuck her.

The two blasts of cum surprised her and pushed her to another orgasm of her own to match them. She shivered and spasmed and swallowed all at once. Cum drooled from her pussy and mouth, a mixture of juices between her legs, down her ass, the same over her lips and chin.

She was lost in it all as hands took her and turned her until she was on her knees, her ass in the air, open, spread, dripping cum. Someone put a pillow under her face and chest, so she took it and hugged it as she waited for what was next.

It was a short wait. Finger found her quickly and moved expertly over her wide open pussy, sensitive clit, and the yawning pucker of her asshole. A finger entered her ass smoothly stretching her, wetting her. She wondered if that was next, to be fucked in her ass. The finger was deep in her ass, moving in circles, she thought, when two fingers entered her very wet pussy and began to fuck her. Her hips moved by themselves, on auto-pilot, moving to find the right groove to receive what was being done to her.

Sensations, she reminded herself in the midst of it all, it’s all about the mixture of sensations. The taste of the cum in her mouth, the feel of cooling juices dripping down her inner thighs, the feel of the fingers in her pussy, the feel of the finger fucking her ass. All of it together, all of it mixed as one. All of it mixed with the scent of incense around her, the contrasting scents of sex from different people, the sound of the music, the jazz, mixing with the sound of the vibrator that was replacing the finger in her ass.

And the purr of the vibrator mixed with the sound of a computer’s modem engaging. The vibrator was being moved in and out of her ass as the computer connected and the mouse clicked away. It made her cum again, the vibrator and the sensations, as the metallic repeat of the camera’s shutter told her what was happening.

She had told them in the forum to be ready for some new, unusual pics from her. She had told them.

A dildo entered her pussy alongside the vibrator in her ass as the camera worked its magic.

Behind the blindfold she smiled to herself. When she got home she would see the pics and know what her companions looked like. She would see her surroundings as well as herself in the middle of the floor with toys between her legs and lovers scattered around her.

She would see. But for then, in that moment, she went back to the sensations.

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