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Jenny strahlte über das ganze Gesicht, als Nina die Tür öffnete und ihren Gast hereinbat. Die jungen Frauen begrüßten einander liebevoll und Jenny folgte Nina in deren Wohnzimmer.

„Nimm schon mal Platz. Ich hole uns noch schnell was zu trinken.”

Jenny stellte ihre Tasche auf dem Boden ab und sah sich um. Ninas Wohnung war geschmackvoll eingerichtet. Zwar klein aber sehr sympathisch und mit liebevollen Details geschmückt. Sie besuchte Nina das erste Mal. Kennengelernt hatten sich die beiden 20-Jährigen bei der Arbeit. Gemeinsam machten sie eine Ausbildung zur Versicherungskauffrau und hatten sich zum Lernen für die bevorstehende Zwischenprüfung verabredet. Jenny hörte Nina in der Küche werkeln und nahm ihre Unterlagen aus der Umhängetasche. Sie entschied sich für einen Platz auf der gemütlich wirkenden Couch und ließ sich in die Polster fallen. Mit einer Backe auf einem Kissen fühlte Jenny sogleich, dass sie sich auf etwas Hartes gesetzt hatte. Sie schrak auf und wunderte sich. „Was ist das denn?”

In diesem Moment kehrte Nina aus der Küche zurück. „Was ist denn?”

„Ich habe mich scheinbar auf etwas gesetzt.”

„Warte!”

Doch Jenny hatte das Kissen bereits hochgehoben und einen neugierigen Blick riskiert. Als sie den Gegenstand darunter erblickte, weiteten sich ihre Augen. Sie zog verdutzt die Augenbrauen in die Höhe und versuchte zu ergründen, wie der schmale Gegenstand aus Plastik unter das Kissen gekommen sein mochte. Nina war flink an sie herangetreten, stellte die Gläser mit ihren Getränken auf dem Tisch ab und schnappte sich das Teil. Anschließend warf sie Jenny einen entschuldigenden Blick zu und meinte: „Der sollte hier nicht liegen.”

„Schon gut.”

Jenny grinste breit. „Hoffentlich ist er jetzt nicht kaputt, weil ich mich draufgesetzt habe.”

„Wird schon alles OK sein.”

Nina drehte sich um die eigene Achse und eilte davon. Jenny blieb irritiert zurück und fragte sich spontan, warum Ninas Vibrator unter dem Kissen gelegen hatte. Hatte sie das Teil kurz vorher an Ort und Stelle benutzt und vergessen, das gute Teil wegzuräumen? Wie lange mochte es her sein, dass sich Nina damit vergnügt hatte? Jenny grinste in sich hinein. So wie es aussah, war es Nina ganz schön peinlich, dass ihr Sexspielzeug in fremde Finger geraten war. Was war denn schon dabei? Jenny sah die Situation entspannt. Kurz darauf kehrte Nina zurück und blickte ihren Gast reumütig an.

„Tut mir leid.”

„Kein Thema … Das muss dir nicht peinlich sein.”

„Doch. Wenn man sich Besuch einlädt, sollte so etwas nicht offen rumliegen.”

„Na, immerhin lag es unter dem Kissen verborgen.”

Die jungen Frauen sahen einander an. Jenny fand, dass sie Nina ruhig noch auf den Zahn fühlen konnte. „Wie lange lag dein kleiner Freund denn schon da?”

Nina war deutlich anzusehen, wie unangenehm ihr die Frage war. Sie druckste herum und rang sich schließlich eine Antwort ab. „Keine Ahnung … Gestern oder Vorgestern.”

„Du wirst ja ganz nervös. Entspann dich mal. Ist doch nur ein Vibrator.”

Nina zuckte die Achseln. „Stimmt wohl … Aber trotzdem … Womit sollen wir anfangen?”

Jenny erkannte, wie dringend die Gastgeberin das Thema wechseln wollte, und beschloss, ihr den Gefallen zu tun. Die nächsten zwei Stunden lernten sie gemeinsam in angenehmer Atmosphäre und es bestätigte sich, dass sie auf einer Wellenlänge lagen, einen ähnlichen Humor hatten und sich blendend verstanden. Bevor sich Jenny später verabschiedete, verabredeten sie sich für das kommende Wochenende. Dieses Mal wollten sie sich bei Jenny treffen, lernen, quatschen und vielleicht gegen Abend noch auf die Piste gehen.

Am besagten Wochenende bereitete Jenny alles vor und brachte ihre Wohnung auf Vordermann. Während sie Dinge wegräumte, die nicht an ihrem angestammten Platz lagen, erinnerte sie sich an Ninas Vibrator unter dem Couchkissen. Sie hätte sich an dem Abend liebend gerne länger über das versteckte Sexspielzeug unterhalten, doch als Nina deutlich signalisiert hatte, wie peinlich es ihr war, hatte sie Abstand davon genommen. War aber jetzt nicht die ideale Gelegenheit, das Thema erneut anzusprechen, wenn Nina zu Besuch kam? Vielleicht sollte sie einen ihrer Liebesstäbe im Wohnzimmer „verstecken”, sodass Nina das Teil nicht übersehen konnte. Würde sich daraus eine interessante Unterhaltung ergeben? Jenny grinste zufrieden und nahm sich vor, etwas in die Richtung zu initiieren. Dann aber fiel ihr etwas Besseres ein und machte sich auf, ihren Plan in die Tat umzusetzen.

Als Nina pünktlich eintraf, begrüßte Jenny sie freudestrahlend. Nina drängte in die Wohnung und erkundigte sich sogleich nach dem Badezimmer. Jenny wies ihr den Weg und begab sich ins Wohnzimmer. Kurz darauf kehrte Nina zurück und blickte Jenny schelmisch grinsend an. Hatte Nina den Vibrator auf dem Rand der Badewanne entdeckt? Konnte sie ihn übersehen haben, wenn sie sich auf die Toilette gesetzt hatte? Jenny konnte den Blick ihres Gastes nicht deuten, und da Nina den Freudenspender im ardahan escort Bad nicht ansprach, beschloss sie, ihn ebenfalls nicht zu thematisieren. Nina nahm neben Jenny auf der Couch Platz und ließ sich sogleich in einen intensiven Small Talk einbeziehen. Jenny hatte ihre Plätze bewusst gewählt, da Ninas Blick früher oder später auf das Regal an der gegenüberliegenden Wand fallen musste. Als Nina mitten im Satz abbrach und stockte, war sich Jenny sicher, dass ihr Gast die aufgereihten Spielzeuge auf dem Regal entdeckt hatte.

Nina schaute unverhohlen hin und ließ ihren Blick über die Reihe der bunten Vibratoren schweifen. „Au Mann … Du hast aber viele.”

Jenny hatte nur darauf gewartet, dass sie auf dieses Thema zu sprechen kamen, und zuckte die Achseln. „Ach. So viele sind es doch gar nicht.”

„Sechs und der im Bad.”

Also hatte Nina den bereitgelegten Lustspender gesehen, ging es Jenny durch den Kopf. „Besitzt du denn weniger?”

Nina wirkte, als ob sie sich auch dieses Mal nicht über dieses private Thema unterhalten wollte, doch schließlich meinte sie: „Ich besitze genau zwei … Wozu benötigst du denn so viele?”

„Je nach Bedarf und Stimmung”, verriet Jenny ihr.

„Und stehen die immer gut sichtbar auf dem Regal?”

Jenny grinste in sich hinein. Natürlich hielt sie ihre private Vibratorensammlung unter Verschluss. Hin und wieder kam ihre Mutter zu Besuch, die mit Sicherheit ausflippen würde, sollte sie die Lustsklaven ihrer Tochter erblicken. Jennys Oma würde bestimmt einen Herzanfall erleiden, wobei … Hätte die alte Dame überhaupt gewusst, um was es sich bei den Plastik- und Latexgegenständen handelte?

„Mir ist das nicht peinlich. Jede Frau hat doch das ein oder andere Exemplar.”

„Irgendwie finde ich es cool, wie locker du mit dem Thema umgehst”, fand Nina.

„Du etwa nicht?”

„Nun ja … Das fällt für mich eher unter privat.”

„Ach was”, widersprach Jenny. „Sexspielzeug ist heutzutage salonfähig. Ich würde es viel

merkwürdiger finden, wenn eine Frau nicht mindestens ein Teil besitzen würde.”

„Hast du dir deine Lieblinge über die Jahre hin gekauft?”

Jenny freute sich, dass Nina angebissen hatte. Sie erhob sich und schritt auf das Regal zu. Sie nahm das Exemplar ganz rechts in die Hand und kehrte zur Couch zurück. Nina nahm den violetten Vibrator zögernd an sich und begutachtete den Freudenspender ihrer Gastgeberin.

„Du kannst das Ding auf insgesamt fünf Stufen einstellen. An der Spitze ist er ganz sanft und fühlt sich sehr angenehm an”, klärte Jenny sie auf.

Nina nickte verstehend und inspizierte das Exemplar. Sie betätigte den Drehknopf und schaltete das Gerät ein. Im nächsten Moment hatte sie auch schon genug gesehen und schaltete den Vibrator aus. Als sie Jenny ihren Besitz zurückgeben wollte, verweigerte Jenny die Annahme und erhob sich stattdessen erneut von ihrem Platz. Sie begab sich zum Regal und nahm zwei Vibratoren an sich. Beide bot sie Nina zur näheren Begutachtung an. Ehrfürchtig inspizierte Nina die Teile und nickte anerkennend. „Ich sehe nur irgendwie keinen großen Unterschied zwischen denen.”

Jenny zuckte mit den Schultern. „Dem Grunde nach vibrieren die alle vor sich hin. Mal mehr oder weniger intensiv. Ich mag aber die Abwechslung … Der eine hat fünf Stufen, der andere drei. Dafür ist die Vibration insgesamt intensiver, und der Dritte ist dafür größer und füllt dich besser aus als die anderen.”

Nina nickte, erwiderte aber nichts. Jenny nahm an, dass ihr Gast sich immer noch nicht damit angefreundet hatte, sich ausgiebig über Sexspielzeuge zu unterhalten. „Sag mal … Wie oft benutzt du denn deine beiden Freunde?”

Nina warf ihr einen fragenden Blick zu.

„Ich bin nur neugierig”, erklärte Jenny achselzuckend. „Ich finde es interessant zu erfahren, wie andere damit umgehen und wie intensiv und häufig sie ihre Spielzeuge benutzen.”

„Na ja … Ich benutze die jetzt nicht regelmäßig. Nur hin und wieder.”

„Also bei mir sind die beinahe täglich im Einsatz.”

„Echt?”, zeigte sich Nina verwundert. „Die Zeit hätte ich gar nicht.”

„Man muss sich einfach die Zeit nehmen, um sich sinnliche Momente zu bereiten”, widersprach Jenny. „Ich lieb es, mir entspannte Augenblicke zu bereiten. Gibt es denn etwas Schöneres?”

„Klar … Mir gefällt es natürlich auch. Aber vielleicht bin ich etwas genügsamer.”

„Oder ich nymphoman”, schlug Jenny breit grinsend vor.

„Das wage ich nicht zu beurteilen.”

„Findest du es zu viel, wenn ich es mir jeden Tag mit meinen Spielkameraden gemütlich mache?”

„Nein … Natürlich nicht. Wenn es dir doch gefällt.”

„Das tut es … Da fällt mir ein … Heute hatte ich noch nicht das Vergnügen.”

Nina wirkte im ersten Moment geschockt. Dann fing sie sich und meinte: „Vielleicht hast du ja nachher noch Gelegenheit, wenn ich weg bin.”

„Warum warten, bis du gegangen bist?”

Nina sah Jenny mit weit aufgerissenen Augen an. Jenny realisierte, dass sie einen artvin escort enormen Schritt auf ihren Gast zugegangen war und nun aufpassen musste, den Bogen nicht zu überspannen. „Keine Angst … Ich werde dich nicht überrumpeln und dich nötigen … Sag mal. Hast du noch nie gemeinsam mit einer guten Freundin was zusammen gemacht?”

„Wie meinst du das?”

„Vielleicht zusammen masturbiert?”

„Äh, nein”, antwortete Nina unsicher. „Du?”

„Ja, schon einige Male.”

„Stehst du auf Frauen?”

„Eigentlich nicht”, erwiderte Jenny. „Ich bin gerne mit Männern zusammen, doch hin und wieder lasse ich mich auch gerne in die zärtlichen Arme einer Frau fallen.”

„Ich bevorzuge eher Männer.”

Jenny grinste breit. „Hast du Angst, ich würde mich auf dich stürzen und dir die Kleider vom Leib reißen?”

„Na hör mal … Hier stehen überall Vibratoren in der Wohnung rum und du machst solche Andeutungen … Was soll ich denn sonst denken?”

Jenny lächelte schelmisch. „Ich habe nicht vor, dich zu bedrängen. Aber ich bin ehrlich. Ich hätte mal wieder Lust, etwas mit einer anderen Frau zusammen zu machen. Nicht miteinander, aber vielleicht etwas gemeinsamen Spaß erleben?”

„Mit deinen Vibratoren?”, hakte Nina nach.

„Zum Beispiel.”

Nina dachte nach. „Damit überrumpelst du mich ganz schön.”

„Bist du abgeneigt?”

„Ehrlich gesagt habe ich mir über so ein Angebot noch keine Gedanken gemacht.”

„Was soll schon passieren?”, fragte Jenny. „Wozu solltest du das gründlich überdenken? Lass uns einfach spontan sein, unseren Spaß haben und den Abend gemütlich ausklingen lassen.”

Nina dachte nach. Jenny spürte, wie es in ihrem Gast arbeitete. Konnten sie überhaupt gemeinsam lernen, sollte Nina das ungewöhnliche Angebot ablehnen? Würden sie zukünftig lernen können, sollte sie es annehmen? Jenny nahm das wohlige Kribbeln wahr, das ihren ganzen Körper erfasst hatte. Nina war süß, doch sie hatte nicht auf den ersten Blick das Verlangen in Jenny ausgelöst, ihr nahe sein zu wollen. Erst das Auffinden von Ninas Vibrator hatte ihr vor Augen geführt, wie interessant es wäre, ihrer Kollegin nahezukommen.

Als sich Nina partout nicht entscheiden wollte, bohrte Jenny nach.

„Fändest du es nicht spannend, einer anderen Frau zuzusehen?”

„Doch, schon …”

„Aber?”

„Kein aber … Es überrumpelt mich nur. Ich bin da vielleicht etwas konservativ.”

Jenny grinste frech. „Also bist du verklemmt?”

Ein Schulterzucken.

„Und wenn ich mich jetzt spontan ausziehen würde?”

Nina antwortete nicht.

„Und wenn ich mich vor dir ausziehen und mich mit einem meiner Spielzeuge verwöhnen würde?”

Nina zeigte sich weiterhin sprachlos. Jenny beschloss, die Probe aufs Exempel an machen. Sie fasste sich an den Saum ihres Oberteils und zog es über den Kopf. Da sie darunter keinen BH trug, erblickte Nina im nächsten Moment die kleinen Brüste. Nina riss die Augen auf und zuckte zusammen. Jenny lächelte zufrieden und lehnte sich entspannt gegen die Couchlehne. Die Frauen sahen einander neugierig an. Jenny warf ihrem Gast aufmunternde Blicke zu. Nina hielt diesen stand, bis sie es nicht mehr aushielt.

„Also gut.”

Nina streckte den Rücken durch und entledigte sich ihres Shirts. Den BH wollte sie anbehalten, sah sich aber sogleich mit fragenden Blicken ihrer Gastgeberin konfrontiert. Als auch das zweite Kleidungsstück neben Nina auf der Couch lag, gönnte sich Jenny einen prüfenden Blick auf die nackte Pracht. „Du hast schöne Brüste.”

„Du auch”, erwiderte Nina leise.

Jenny zuckte mit den Schultern und fasste sich mit beiden Händen an den Busen. „Na ja … Könnte ein wenig mehr sein.”

„Nee … Sieht doch gut aus.”

Sie lächelten einander an.

„So ganz wohl fühlst du dich nicht, oder?”, wagte Jenny einen Schuss ins Blaue.

„Vielleicht bin ich ein wenig verklemmt.”

Jenny grinste über das ganze Gesicht und erhob sich von ihrem Platz. Zur Überraschung der anderen Frau schälte sie sich aus ihrer Jeans und schob auch das Höschen die langen Beine herunter. Als sie nackt war, nahm sie erneut auf der Couch Platz und warf Nina wohlmeinende Blicke zu.

Nina räusperte sich und sah sich um, so als ob sie jeden Moment damit rechnen musste, dass ein Dritter in ihre traute Zweisamkeit platzen könnte. Nach einer kurzen Bedenkzeit wurde sie mutig und folgte dem Beispiel der Vorreiterin. Schließlich saßen die beiden Frauen nackt nebeneinander und betrachteten sich neugierig.

„Fühlt sich ungewohnt an, oder?”, fragte Jenny nach.

„Kann man wohl sagen.”

„Dann können wir jetzt ja lernen.”

Nina starrte Jenny ungläubig an. „Aber … Warum haben wir uns denn ausgezogen, wenn wir …?”

„Hast du gedacht, ich würde mir jetzt einen der Vibratoren schnappen und loslegen?”

„Äh … Ja.”

„Und was ist mit der Prüfung?”

Nina sah Jenny verständnislos an. Jenny grinste in sich hinein. Sie hätte sich am liebsten sofort auf Nina gestürzt, bodrum escort denn sie fand ihre Kollegin richtig süß und heiß. Sie hatte aber erkannt, dass Nina unsicher war und behutsam an die Angelegenheit herangeführt werden musste. Der abrupte Wechsel war ein Versuch, Nina etwas Sicherheit zu geben.

Nina schüttelte den Kopf. „Also gut. Warm ist es ja. Von mir aus können wir lernen.”

„Ich hole uns nur noch etwas zu trinken. Dann können wir loslegen.”

Während Jenny in der Küche verschwand, baute Nina die Vibratoren nebeneinander auf den Wohnzimmertisch auf. Sie holte ihre Unterlagen heraus und schüttelte erneut den Kopf, als Jenny mit zwei Gläsern Wasser zurückkehrte.

„Was?”

Nina lächelte gequält. „Ich versuche mir gerade vorzustellen, was bei den anderen Lerngemeinschaften abgeht.”

„Ich habe irgendwo mal gelesen, dass man wesentlich aufnahmebereiter für Lernstoff ist, wenn man nackt ist.”

Jenny hatte sich das aus den Fingern gesogen und bemühte sich, nicht laut loszulachen. Nina grinste und nickte stumm. Sie sahen einander schweigend an, dann meinte Jenny. „Dann mal los. Fangen wir an.”

Die nächste halbe Stunde arbeiteten sie miteinander. Sie fragten sich gegenseitig ab, trugen sich ihr angeeignetes Wissen vor und diskutierten über den Stoff, den man ihnen mutmaßlich während der Zwischenprüfung abverlangen würde. Dann griff Jenny ohne Vorwarnung zu einem der Vibratoren, nahm das Gerät an sich und schaltete es ein. Nina riss die Augen auf und stockte in ihrem Vortrag über das Steuerrecht, als sie erkannte, wohin sich Jenny den Freudenspender führte. Jenny grinste frech und legte sich den summenden Stab der Länge nach auf ihre Schamlippen.

„Was sagtest du noch mal zu den Vorteilen des deutschen Steuerrechts gegenüber dem unserer Nachbarländer?”

Nina zeigte sich perplex und schien unfähig, etwas zu erwidern. Jenny hatte mit Spannung die Reaktion ihrer Kollegin erwartet. Sie hatte Nina herausgefordert, indem sie ihr die Vibratoren vorgeführt hatte. Dann hatte sie sich spontan ausgezogen. Und nun konfrontierte sie die andere Frau mit dem dezenten Spiel des Vibrators an ihrer Muschi. Jenny empfand die Situation als unglaublich skurril und verrückt. Einerseits war sie drauf und dran, Nina näherzukommen. Andererseits hielt sie sich zurück und provozierte Nina, ohne zu wissen, wo das Ganze enden würde.

Während der Vibrator leise vor sich hinsummte, meinte sie: „Vielleicht können wir die letzte Passage noch einmal durchgehen.”

„Äh, ja”, stammelte Nina, die ihren Blick nicht von Jennys Schoß nehmen konnte. Sie schluckte schwer und betrachtete das Sexspielzeug bei seiner Arbeit.

„Nina?”

„Ja … Gut … Also das Steuerrecht.”

Jenny grinste vor sich hin und amüsierte sich köstlich, weil Nina sich perplex zeigte und unsicher wirkte. Hinzu kam das wohlige Gefühl zwischen ihren Beinen, das Jenny ein Hochgefühl vermittelte. Das Kribbeln zwischen den Schenkeln nahm zu. Doch am Spannendsten entpuppte sich die Situation, Nina herauszufordern und sie in diese ungewöhnliche Situation zu bringen. Nina referierte über ihr aktuelles Thema und versuchte verzweifelt, Jennys Schoß zu ignorieren. Jenny hielt den Luststab mit einer Hand in Position und hielt in der freien Hand ein Buch über Steuerrecht. Sie war viel zu aufgeregt, um tatsächlich in diesem zu lesen, doch sie vermittelte Nina den Eindruck, bei der Sache zu sein und Ninas Aussagen überprüfen zu wollen. In Wahrheit hätte Nina ihr alles Mögliche erzählen könnten, selbst wenn es nichts mit der bevorstehenden Prüfung zu tun gehabt hätte.

Am liebsten hätte sich Jenny intensiver mit dem Freudenspender beschäftigt. Das Vibrieren oberhalb ihrer Muschi war zwar ganz nett, doch insgeheim hätte sie das Teil liebend gerne in sich gespürt. Da Nina auch jetzt schon nervös und angeschlagen wirkte, hielt sie sich zurück und wartete gespannt ab, was noch geschehen würde. Nach einer Weile beschloss Jenny, die Rollen zu tauschen. „Jetzt fragst du mich ab.”

Sie legte ihr Buch zur Seite und hielt den Vibrator beidhändig in Position. Sie saß breitbeinig neben Nina, die immer öfter zwischen die Schenkel ihrer Gastgeberin starrte. Nina räusperte sich und suchte nach einer passenden Stelle in ihrem Lernbuch. Dann stellte sie die erste Frage. Jenny beantwortete diese problemlos, während sie sich bemühte, die immer stärker um sich greifende Erregung zu kaschieren. Plötzlich beugte sich Nina vor und hielt ihre Hand über die Vibratoren auf dem Wohnzimmertisch. Sie entschied sich für ein Modell und schaltete es ein. Dann lehnte sie sich zurück, spreizte die Beine und legte sich den summenden Luststab auf ihre Muschi. „Also gut … Nenne mir die fünf Grundregeln nach § 17 der Verordnung für steuerliche Aktivitäten.”

Jenny durchzuckte ein wohliges Kribbeln, als sie realisierte, dass nun auch Nina mutiger wurde. Sie nahm an, dass ihr Gast es nicht mehr länger aushielt und nicht mehr nur zuschauen wollte. Wie auch Jenny schien Nina langsam auf den Geschmack gekommen zu sein und erfreute sich offenbar an der speziellen Situation, in die sie sich hineinmanövriert hatten. Jenny strengte sich an und versuchte sich an die Antworten auf die gestellte Frage zu erinnern. Da sie aber immer wieder vom Anblick der scharfen Muschi abgelenkt wurde, geriet sie immer wieder ins Stocken. Schließlich gab sie es auf.

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He was young; cute; Hispanic; had a very nice smile; had a small, perfectly formed body; and moved like a dancer. Any three of those were good enough to make me hard. I immediately went hard for him. His name was Manuel. I guessed Brazilian from his bronze skin color. But then we were only ninety miles from Cuba.

I was on a punishment assignment from the Agency. We had a listening post in Key West, at the very tip of the key, on the small naval base, and I’d been sent to head up the operation—and maybe to close it. The ice around U.S.-Cuban relations was thawing and Fidel was dead. The unit was on Key West to monitor every breath a Communist country just off our shore took and, historically, to cover Fidel’s three-hour diatribes on the radio. Times were changing. We could squeeze more juice out of Cuba off the Internet than we could off the radio, and a shitload of Cuban refugees were sitting in Miami who were more than happy to squeeze data on Cuba off the Net every day and to make sure the U.S. government knew what was happening there.

The Key West bureau was a dying office, and that’s how my boss, Sam Winterberry, had pitched a hand-slap assignment for me to the guys and girls—increasingly girls these days—on the seventh floor. I’d been caught fucking the college-age son of the Agency’s comptroller, Jerry Ortez, and Ortez wanted me sent to Hades. What could I do? The lad—who was well of age, mind you—was young; cute; Hispanic; had a very nice smile; had a small, perfectly formed body; and moved like a dancer. Just looking at him made me go hard. He also was quite willing and made very nice compliments about the size of my cock and about what I could do with it. He had that “take me like a virgin” act that got to me every time—and I’d taken him like he was a virgin every time.

They couldn’t spear me for spiking a man, even though that still was a separation offence in the Agency, because that was my job—I worked for Sam Winterberry’s Candy Store unit, which put into play the truism that the world’s two oldest professions—spying and prostitution—worked well together as an intelligence-gathering activity. So, I fucked women and men and, on occasion, got fucked, all in obtaining valuable intelligence for the Agency. Being a switch hitter, as I was—Sam Winterberry was fucking me—I was actually quite an asset for the Candy Store unit operations.

So, what officially was a crime in the Agency was, unofficially, premium good business, and the worst Ortez could subject me to was a dead-end assignment until my Candy Store services were vitally needed by Uncle Sam again. So, Sam had emphasized the “business is dead, it’s at the end of the world, and it probably is closing” aspects of the Key West bureau to the brass and the seventh floor and failed to mention that Key West is the gay male mecca of the United States. And the seventh floor bought it. That there was male pussy romping from shore to shore down in Key West was a plus for Sam. He wanted to get my mind off Ortez’s cute son. It took thinking of the honey pots down there to do it. As it was, I was still banging young Ortez, taking him like he was a virgin, on the night before I pointed the headlights of my Camaro toward Florida. And Sam banged me the morning I left. Both Sam and I well knew I wasn’t a virgin.

So, I was sitting at a crowded outdoor café on DuVal Street two weeks after taking up residence in Key West, and he appeared before me on the other side of the café table I was at—one with two chairs at it and I only occupied one. He was holding a coffee mug and a croissant. I was folding up my New York Times and had an empty cup and a small plate with croissant crumbs in front of me. It was quite natural to get the idea that I was about ready to vacate the table.

“Excuse me. Were you about to leave? There don’t appear to be any other open chairs.”

I looked up at the young man. He was young, cute, Hispanic, and had a great smile and a small body to die for. His hair was black and curly, with a curl dipping down to an eyebrow. He was minimally dressed, with tight shorts, sandals—without socks, naturally—and a mesh shirt showing a nicely muscled, bronzed torso. There wasn’t anything unusual about that; all men dressed gay in Key West, and most were gay. What was really nice about Key West was that you could assume a guy was gay unless you found otherwise; you didn’t have to wonder if he might be gay. The interesting thing here, though, which caught my attention immediately—other than that he wore the uniform very well—was that the tight mesh T-shirt revealed to me that he had a ring in his left nipple. The signal wasn’t universal, by any means, but years ago a ring in the left nipple had replaced an earring in the right ear as a declaration of a seeking submissive bottom—my favorite brand of young gay men.

I did a fast look around the café. He hadn’t been shitting me. The only available chair was the one at my table, the one he was standing behind while looking oh halkalı escort so fuckable.

“Sure, no problem,” I answered breezily, “as long as you don’t mind sharing the table long enough for me to have a second cup.” I lifted my mug and looked for a waiter, there fortuitously being one almost at my elbow, and signaled that I wanted another hit of caffeine. It would be my third, not my second, cup of java, but who was counting?

With a smile and a, “Hi, my name is Manuel,” he sat down across from me.

“Chaz here,” I said. “It should be Charles, but this is Key West. We like to go very casual down here.”

“Yes, we do,” he answered with a repeat glorious smile.

That led into a discussion of where we each came from, how old we were. I was relieved to hear him claim he was nineteen. He smiled when I said I was thirty-one and told me I looked a lot younger—and in great shape—but that he liked older men. I, of course, didn’t mention that I didn’t think thirty-one was an old man. We weren’t yet at the point where I could indignantly say that I could keep it up for hours, reload fast, and achieve three ejaculations in an hour—with pretty impressive wads of cum too. He gave me an “I didn’t mean to get into comparative ages” look and then we moved to what we were doing in Key West. I told him I worked for a news agency, which, in loose terms, was true. He told me he was a college student.

“Well, not what you would call a real college, I guess,” Manuel said. “I go to the Key West Yoga College of India, over on Southard Street. But I also do some part-time work with a caterer—serving at parties and such.”

“An Indian yoga college?” I asked, making my voice sound like I was intrigued. And of course I was.

“Yes. It’s a school of yoga. It helps with flexibility. I do some dancing, but I wanted to qualify as a yoga instructor, so—”

“Dancing?” I asked, fascinated.

“Yes. I dance a pole on weekend nights at the Bourbon Street Pub. Right up the street here, on . . .” He was blushing, as if he’d said too much. He hadn’t said too much for me.

“Yes, on DuVal,” I supplied.

“You know it?” he asked. It was a key question. It was one of the premier gay cruising and strip clubs on a premier gay island.

“Yes. I go there,” I said. “I haven’t been there on a weekend, though. Too crowded for an old man like me. But I’ll have to make a point now of taking it in on the weekend.”

“You’re not an old man,” he said. “You’re in great shape. And you’re a real hunk, if it’s OK for me to say.” He had a forearm resting on the table and I reached over and stroked it with the tips of my fingers while giving him “that” look with my eyes. He gave me a submissive’s look back—a slight dipping of the head and looking up into my eyes under fluttering eyelashes. I could feel the tremble in his forearm as I took up a stronger grip of that with my hand.

“And, yes, Manuel, I’m gay. I’m a power top. And you? You’re a submissive bottom, aren’t you?” I didn’t mention that, for the right man, I could be a submissive bottom too—and that, on occasion, I wore a ring in my left nipple too. That revelation wasn’t needed in this transaction.

He managed a deeper shade of blush. “How do you know that?”

“The nipple ring. Unless, of course, you aren’t following the convention, such as it is. Is it not true that you are a seeking submissive?”

“No, yes. Shit, I’m not good with sentences like that with the screwy negative words. Yes, I’m a bottom. But I didn’t mean . . . I didn’t sit here to . . .”

“Were you shitting me, Manuel, about not thinking I was too old? You said you liked older men. I heard that. Maybe you didn’t think I’d heard you say that, but I did.”

“Yes, I like older men. I had an older guy who took care of me, but . . .”

“But no one owns you at the moment? You don’t have a master right now? Someone to control you and take care of you and use you right?”

I could see that my calculated use of the word “master” had not gone unnoticed—and, I think, unappreciated. “No . . . no I don’t,” he murmured.

“Someone to contain you and give you direction? Someone to use you hard—to take advantage of that flexibility that’s important for you to maintain?”

“No. I don’t have anyone like that at the moment.” His eyes were downcast, his trembling had increased a bit. The café was still busy—busy enough that no one was paying attention to us. The world was swirling around us, but we were isolated in a bubble, an island in the ocean of people pursuing their own interests, not ours. I had his full attention. I already was seducing him, fucking his mind. It was something we learned to do in my business. I was an expert in it, assessing each mark and doing it a tailored way for each. With some, like this honey, the direct “I want to fuck you” approach worked best. I could talk to him as dirty as I wanted to here at the table, and he would be focused on it, seduced by it. If içerenköy escort I wove a web of dirty talk and images around him here well enough, he’d let me do all of that to him when we were alone. I’d been taught how to do this.

What I didn’t take into account, and probably should have, is that this was entirely too easy. He obviously wanted me to fuck him. I didn’t go over all of the “whys?” in my mind. I had been trained to do that too.

There would be a barrier between us and everyone else at the café. I pulled my right foot out of my sandal and rubbed my toes against his lower calf. He widened the stance of his legs. He maybe didn’t even notice he was doing it. It happened involuntarily. He was opening to me. I could, if I wanted, fuck him right here at the table—on the table, under the table, in his chair. He’d take me here and now if I told him he would.

“This man of yours—your sugar daddy, Manuel, was he a big man?”

“Yes.”

“I mean where it counted.”

“Yes.”

“At least ten thick inches?”

“Almost that.” At least he took that seriously enough to draw in his breath when I defined the inches.

“I mean all of that. No stopping half way.”

“Yes . . . almost.”

“So, you like men who are big—hunky—you can take it thick and long.”

“Yes, that’s the way I like it.”

“Good. That will be good then. You know what I’m saying?”

“Yes.”

“Long, thick, vigorous. And you want your man to be a little cruel, don’t you?”

I felt his shudder through my grip on his forearm. “Yes,” he whispered.

“Here, Manuel. Here’s a card with my home address on it. An apartment house over by the Truman Annex, near the gate into the naval station. In case you are free this afternoon . . . now, and in case you lose sight of me as I walk home from here. You’re going to follow me back to my apartment. Now. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” he said meekly.

“Good. I’m leaving money here, enough for both of us. I’m finished my coffee. I see you have a bit more to drink—and a few more bites of your croissant. That should take long enough that you can walk behind me but not lose sight of me, right? The master always walks ahead of the submissive, right?”

“Yes . . . sir,” he said, still looking down at his unfinished croissant, as I stood, left money on the table, and slowly sauntered out of the café and toward the Truman Annex. I didn’t look back as I strolled back to my apartment house. I was that sure that he was back there somewhere, following me.

I lived on the fourth floor. There was an elevator, but I was a fitness nut. I had to keep my body toned when I was in Sam Winterberry’s unit. But I had time to make it upstairs and get packets of condoms and a bottle of lube out and placed on the nightstand in the bedroom before I heard the buzzer sound down at the street door. I buzzed him in without looking to see whether it was Manuel or not. I was sure it was. And I went out into the hallway and looked down into the well, following glimpses of him as he wound around and around stairs and landings, rising up to me.

I pushed him down to his knees in front of me inside the foyer after I’d closed the door, unzipped myself, and made him service me for a few minutes. This was the mark on whether he was going to be coy or not—or even back out—whether he’d deep-throat me, on his knees, just inside the apartment door. No preliminaries; right to business. After exclaiming how big it was—”Well, I did tell you,” I said—and gagging at his initial efforts to deep throat it, he handled it like a pro.

When I knew that we were going to have smooth sailing this afternoon, I lifted him up on his feet. He was a good foot shorter than I was, and his body was small, but it was perfectly formed—just the way I liked it.

“I want you cleaned out, and I want to be clean,” I said. “The bathroom is through the bedroom over there. You first in the shower. Then me.”

When I came out of the shower into the bedroom, he was leaning in a provocative pose, naked, in the frame of the floor-to-ceiling window of my bedroom, with the golden light of the sun glistening on his beautiful, small bronze body. He hadn’t bothered to dry himself off, and I was excited enough to take a fast shower, so beads of water were still taking their long, slow journey down the curves of his glorious body. The pose was studied, but I could tell that he was nervous and a bit scared at what was to come. That was the way I wanted him to be.

I fucked him there, at the window, from behind, as he leaned his chest into the frame of the window, rose on his toes and grabbed the brace for the curtain rod above his head, rested his cheek against the frame when we weren’t kissing, and jutted his bulbous little buttock out to me to take the thrusts of my cock up into him. I’ll give it to him. He could take ten full inches like a trooper.

And I fucked him a second time standing on the floor half kartal escort way to the bed, with his little body plastered on my front, his legs hooked on my hips, his fists locked behind my neck, me clutching and spreading his buttocks with the palms of my hands, while he bucked vigorously against me, riding my cock hard, fucking himself. He was a firecracker, a regular hot pepper below the surface of his cute sugar coating.

And I fucked him a third time on the bed in inventive positions that emphasized his flexibility and aided my ability to ram him hard again and again and to mine his ass deep. He exhausted me, but after that afternoon, I had to rephrase my pitch of being able to shoot three times in an hour. I made it four with him before the first hour was up.

He was so sweet that, despite obviously being a professional at whoring, he also could take me in a way that made me feel I was taking a luscious young man for the first time. It was by no means the first position on the bed, but when we went into a missionary position, him on his back, legs spread and raised, back arched, and his hands clutching my shoulder blades, he cried out as I entered him and tightened up his channel to make me force my way in. He writhed and cried out a passionate, “Yes, yes, god, you’re a monster. You’re splitting me. Yes, take me hard, daddy!” And I did, giving it to him hard and deep, both of us crying out as he allowed his channel walls to open for me and his muscles to ripple over my cock and to draw me deep inside.

He was docile then for several minutes, lying still, his head turned to the side, sobbing quietly, the undone virgin. I gave it all to him, holding steady, ramrod straight stretched out over him, buried to the hilt, listening to him sighing and murmuring, “Yes, yes, yes,” until slowly coming to life, he started moving under me, setting his pelvis in motion, moving to slow writhing and then, crying out, “Finish me. Give it to me! Cum me!” he bucked against me, with me deep inside him, where I tensed, jerked, and gave him my seed, with him moaning and clutching my buttocks in his hands to hold me inside until he’d gotten every drop out of me. God, he knew out to milk me dry. He had to be a seasoned pro.

I zonked off on my back on the bed, with Manuel doing a writhing cowboy on my still-hard dick. When I woke, he was gone. He hadn’t left me a contact number, but I had a line on him. I should be able to catch him at the Bourbon Street Pub on the weekends, where I could watch him shake the cute little butt that I had split with my throbbing cock again and again.

I dozed off again, trying not to smile at the hardship tour to this backwater that Jerry Ortez had demanded and Sam Winterberry had slyly acceded to with a sigh of sympathy for me.

The sugar-coated hot pepper that was Manuel had gotten it good. And he knew he had. He was a mouthy little thing and boy did he know some dirty ways of telling me he had been fucked so hard his eyeballs were swimming in cum. He hadn’t wanted to use the condoms and I hadn’t been in the mood to insist. He’d declared his was checked weekly, and I knew I had a standing appointment to get checked after every fuck and, unbeknownst to the rest of the world, the Agency had its own miracle pills for such problems—both before anticipated sex and after unanticipated sex. One thing we didn’t want to do to marks we were trying to compromise and blackmail was to give them something that would kill them before we’d squeezed all of the value out of them.

“When you got it, you got it,” I murmured to myself as I drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

I fretted through the rest of the week, counting the hours before I could make a weekend appearance at the Bourbon Street Pub. I didn’t want to admit it to myself, but I was smitten with the sweet sugar-coated hot pepper Manuel—enough that I was questioning who was master and who was slave. My mind kept going to that moment in the missionary fuck when he went docile, completely open and vulnerable, laying there, sobbing quietly, his passage walls pulsating over my cock as I held it ramrod hard, deep inside him, sinking in an inch deeper than I’d managed ever before, the master subduing the virgin, waiting for him to come alive on the cock, which he did. He knew how to do undone virgin magnificently.

When I finally arrived at the pub that Friday night—and then returned on Saturday—he didn’t appear. For solace, I settled on another small, cute, young, Hispanic honey named Emilio, who perched on my lap as I sat on a stool at one of the bars, with my arms wrapped around his bare chest, while we watched the dancers on the poles and then the male strippers, and who gave no objection when, after stuffing a wad of compensating five-dollar bills in his waistband, I slit the tight nylon bikini briefs he was wearing along the line of his crack while he moved to the music on my lap and then unzipped and exposed my erection. After I rolled on a rubber handed to me by the bartender, who kept returning to watch us, Emilio slid down my pole a good seven inches and fucked himself on me as we sat on the stool and watched the world dance around us. No one seemed to mind that we were fucking. The bartender certainly didn’t seem to mind.

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You come home from work and notice a strange car in the drive. As you walk in you notice I have a nice fire going and something smells awesome in the kitchen. You hear a strange feminine voice as you walk closer. You stand in the door of the kitchen silently for a minute, smiling, watching me and who you recognize from pictures as my best friend from college. You clear your throat and smile as our eyes meet. I walk over and kiss you, sliding my arm around your waist. “Baby, this is Ashton. You remember me telling you about her.”

You and Ashton exchange pleasantries before you excuse yourself to go shower. You can tell that I have had a little something to drink. When you get out of the shower, there is an ice cold Mike’s Lime waiting by your clothes with “I Love You” written in the frost on the side of the bottle. You glance at a picture of Ashton and me back in college and notice that neither of us has changed much. She is gorgeous and tall, with long blonde hair and huge tits.. every man’s fantasy.

You join us at the table and listen to us telling old college stories. The more we drink, the racier the stories become. You notice I blush several times when she talks about some of the things we used to do. One time I kick her under the table as she starts talking about one party in particular. This really gets your attention and you make a note to ask me about it later.

We finish eating and I excuse myself tarsus escort to go freshen up, leaving the two of you sitting in front of the fireplace talking. I lean over and kiss you before I slip out, whispering to you to not listen to half of what she says while I am gone. You just smile and slide your hand over my ass before I leave, giving me a quick wink.

Ashton isn’t a very modest kind of girl and almost seems to thrive on making people squirm, especially men. She makes small talk with you for a few minutes, then out of the blue she says “Mel says you are an awesome fuck.. the best she has ever had..even better than me.” You don’t know how to respond for a minute, the images whirling whirling through your mind makes your dick twitch.

You recover quickly and look at her smiling that lazy smile of yours. “I am. Don’t forget it.” You wink at her and finish your beer, adjusting your jogging pants to hide your hardening dick.

“Maybe you should just show me.” Ashton whispers as I walk back in the room.

“What is it that you want him to show you?” I ask, looking from her red face to you. You just grin up at me . “Well. does someone want to let me in on the secret?” My eyes catch the bulge in your pants then glance back up at you then to her. I don’t say anything for a second. You see the myriad of emotions flooding through me.. anger.. betrayal.. then an almost wicked tatvan escort grin crosses my lips.

I snatch her off the couch by her long hair and throw her onto her knees, dragging her over to the foot of your chair. I yank her head back, her eyes now huge. “Is that what you want to see?” I say as I easily reach over and pull your jogging pants over your hard dick. My free hand encircles it and strokes it right in her face.

You don’t know what to think. Your eyes are as big as hers. Her eyes are now focused on the hard cock in front of her, her tongue glides over her lips moistening them hungrily. She is almost hypnotized as she watches me stroke your cock lovingly. I glance at you, looking deep in your eyes, knowing how turned on you are. My eyes stare into yours as I push her mouth down ont your cock. She almost gags as I make her take it all down. I lean over and kiss you passionately as I pull her by her hair up and down on your engorged cock.

You are even more suprised as I let go of her hair and her mouth stays wrapped around your cock. My eyes never leave yours as I move behind her and tear her away from your dick long enough to pull her short dress over her head. She isn’t wearing anything underneath . Her nipples harden as the air hits them. I reach over and twist one so hard she whimpers. I laugh as I do the same to the other. “I think she likes that, baby.”

Your tavşanlı escort dick is so hard by this time, so inviting to me. I pull you out of the recliner and onto a blanket in front of the fire, following you down after I slip out of my own clothes. Ashton sits back on her knees watching me take hold of your cock, licking her lips as she watches. My mouth slides down over it, my tongue licking its length. You lay back and clothes your eyes, gritting your teeth. Then you feel two hot mouths around it. You moan as you feel my mouth on your cock and hers on your balls. Your mind reels thinking about it. You never would have dreamed I would have done this.

You realize only my mouth is on you again. You hear my faint moans around your cock and open your eyes to find her tongue buried in my pussy. I feel your cock harden even more. You groan because your cock is so hard it hurts. You can tell by my breathing that I am getting close. I want you inside me when I come so I push her back and climb onto your cock. My body shakes with pleasure as you slide into me.. deeper and deeper. You look up at me as I ride your cock. I hear your gasp as one of her hands pinches my nipple and you realize her other hand is busy with her own clit. You reach up and pinch the other nipple, feeling my pussy clamp down around your pulsing cock.

I start to come just as I feel the first spurts of your come pounding into me and hear her scream in pleasure. The three of us collapse on the floor by the warm fire. I snuggle into your arms and sigh softly. We fall asleep there by the fire. We are awakened by the chill in the air when the fire dies. There is a note on the table that reads: Thanks for the fun and the memories. Ash.

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Diner Girl

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I consider myself a lucky girl. I’m from Russia but managed to study Politics at a local College. Another lucky thing in my life is Jack and his diner. I earn enough money at Jack’s diner to pay all my expenses. Well, often Jack gives me extra allowances and gives me time off to study for exams. Jack is good soul.

“Great tip,” I said one day as the last customer left the diner.

“Yeah, next time you should wear a skirt and you get even more, I bet,” Jack replied.

“What?!”

“Your ass, she stared on your ass,” Jack answered in his casual manner.

“Would you please tell me what you’re talking about?”

Jack sighed. “Every time you went to bring her a new refill she stared on your ass,” he explained as if it were a normal matter.

“Oh brother,” I groaned.

Jack grinned suggestively. “Oh sister, more likely.”

On the way home I thought about the strange customer. She was dressed in a black suit that gave her the elegance of a businesswoman. Her face with the strong cheekbones was framed with shoulder length auburn hair. I guessed she was the same age as Jack, probably end thirties or early forties. She had stared on my ass? I wasn’t willing to believe it, but I had to admit that would explain the five Dollar tip.

Next day she was there again. Whenever she ordered more coffee Jack would give me a faked innocent grin.

“Dirty old man,” I hissed.

Again I got five Dollar of tip. Yesterday I smiled at her for the generous gratuity but this time I stared on my purse. What if she was really staring at my backside?

When she left Jack’s grin grew even bigger. “Hey nothing to be ashamed of Tasha. Your ass is gorgeous, no wonder she’s staring.”

I must have looked bewildered. “Do you also stare at me?”

“Me? No way honey! Would never dare.”

Great, my boss was staring at my back. Until now Jack was no sexual being for me, he was just Jack. Of course I had noticed that he was still handsome. His hair turned grey but he still looked athletic and in his eyes sparkled this boyish rogue. Was he really looking at me that way?

The next morning I was standing in front of my closet. I couldn’t help but thinking about Jack’s comments. Actually I was no girl for a skirt, but I possessed one outfit, which included a skirt. I hadn’t worn it since my boyfriend for whom I had bought it had left me. It was a denim skirt, fishnet stockings, heavy boots and a tank top.

“Wow. Now I have to gaze at you, sorry not my fault,” Jack greeted me. “You look terrific.” I rolled my eyes in mild annoyance.

This morning I noticed Jack looking at my from time to time. I had to admit to myself that I liked it. I was a little shocked by the thought that I liked Jack staring at my ass and legs. I was much more shocked and embarrassed that I was disappointed the lady in black wasn’t coming for lunch today.

In the afternoon I couldn’t concentrate on my studies. My head was filled with puzzling thoughts as I realized I just had worn sexy outfit for another woman. Well the idea of woman was not new to me, but dressing slutty to turn on a woman was very new. I sighed. “C’mon that’s not slutty, many girls wear cloth like that,” I mumbled while tuning pages of my book.

Next day I decided to give it another try and was lucky. The lady in back was there. Now I realized that she was openly roaming my body. She smiled at me. “You know that you look good, don’t you?”

I blushed and looked for Jack, but he was nowhere to be seen.

“Ok, would you bring me some more coffee?”

I nodded and went to the bar. I came back with a can of fresh, delicious smelling black liquor. Just as I had started pouring the coffee into her mug as I felt her hand on my butt. My heart skipped a beat. Did she really have her hand on my butt cheek? She grinned at me.

“Thanks sweety, that’s enough for now.”

I went back to the bar and shook my head. What had I gotten myself into?

This day I got ten Dollar of tip.

The next day I had evening shift. I was almost glad, because the strange woman always appeared for lunch. So I was confused when she appeared at around 8 pm in the door of the diner.

“Hey, I saw light and thought you’re open. Do you have a sandwich for me?”

“Sure,” Jack said. “Sit down, I’ll prepare it.”

Jack was famous for being grumpy. Jack being courteous was new to me. I shrugged. “Coffee?” I asked the woman.

She gave me a flashy smile. “With extra sugar please.”

“Say, you’re a student, don’t you?” the stranger began.

“Yes.” Normally I wasn’t short spoken, but I felt awkward in the presence of the older woman.

“So you need money?”

“Yes.”

“Is your boss paying well?”

“It’s ok.”

I swallowed as I returned with coffee to her table. I had to think of what she did last time and couldn’t help but look at her hands. She must have figured out, cause she smiled at me.

“Did I told you already how sexy you are in this dress?”

I sucked in air, tried to appear cool. “No you don’t.”

“Well you look sexy, gorgeous indeed.”

“Thanks.” tepebaşı escort I tried a smile, but failed.

Suddenly I felt her hand on my left thigh. “These fishnet stockings make you look very delicious.” I could feel her hand slowly running up my thigh under my skirt and to my ass. My heart raced, I looked for Jack but couldn’t see him. Where was he? I panicked. I couldn’t move or say anything. I only felt her hand running higher, her fingers slightly brushing the crack of my ass trough my panties. I managed to turn away. Never before I felt so ashamed and yet so exited. I realized that I was aroused.

Jack came back. “Hey I was searching for the tomatoes,” he said apologetic and handed me the sandwich. I swallowed hard and went back to the table with the lady.

“Do you wanna sit?” she offered. I just nodded and did so.

“Would you like to earn additional money?” she asked.

Without thinking I answered. “Sure.”

She wrapped her full lips around the sandwich and took a bite. “What are you ready to do?”

“I’m not sure what you mean.”

“I would like to watch you.”

I laughed, “This is for free.”

“So you would take of your skirt, stockings and panties for free?”

“Hell, no!”

“We’re getting closer, don’t we?”

“I would not strip at all.”

“Not even for 50 Dollar?” I considered it for a moment, 50 Dollar was a lot of money. I was afraid where this would lead. I could still feel the moist between my legs and the warm tickle that her hand had caused. Why actually not stripping? She was just a woman, an attractive woman I had to admit. I felt little afraid but told myself that she couldn’t rape me, right?

I bent over the table and spoke low. “Ok, I will do it for 50 Dollar.”

The lady in black surveyed me with a knowing look. “I’ll wait in my car. You can come there after you closed the diner.” With these words she continued concentrating on her meal. I rose to my feet. Did I really just agreed to strip for money?

“Hey Tasha, what where you talking with her?” Jack asked casually.

Before I could answer I must have blushed to a nice tone of pink. Jack raised his hands. “Ok ok I don’t wanna know.”

“Just small talk,” I tried to assure him.

I was more than a bit nervous when I left the diner. I looked out for the lady in black. It took me a while because it was already dark. Then I saw her in a Landrover. I went to the car. She opened the front door for me.

“Now?” I said nervously while climbing on the front seat.

“Now strip,” she said with a smile but some force in her voice.

I lifted my skirt and tried to pull down the stocking and panty.

“Put your feet on the dashboard, sweety,” she commanded me. I did so and my heart pounded fast while I exposed my butt and crotch. “Now spread your legs a little more.” Also this I did. “You sure look sexy. Nice little haircut you have.” Not for the first time today I blushed. I was not shaved but had my pubic hair cut short. I felt arousal growing while the woman looked at me fairly close. I tried to breath normally.

“You’re hot honey,” she said and smiled at me.

“No!” I exclaimed.

“So the swollen labia and the wetness is your normal condition?”

I swallowed, also not for the first time this day. Our eyes met and a devilish grin spread on her face. She reached down to my crotch. I was shocked and didn’t know if I should flinch or lift my hips.

“I really like that,” she said in a now throaty voice.

To my pleasure and jolt she inserted a finger into my pussy. I could feel how easily her finger slid into me. I closed my eyes and felt her finger slowly massage me inside my hot pussy.

“You’re a real sweet horny girl,” I heard her saying. I jumped.

“No I’m not!”

“Calm down. Sure you are. Nothing to be ashamed of.” She said while removed her finger from my wetness.

“Now here’s your money. Extra service deserves extra payment.” I looked puzzled at some banknotes she was handing to me.

“What are you looking, girl? You’ve done a good job, here’s the money.” Breathing heavily I pulled up my panty and stockings, then took the money. I wasn’t sure what I had expected. I was still shocked that she had fingered my pussy. I also was shocked that part of me regretted that she weren’t willing to make me climax.

Standing on the street again I realized her car leaving though the dizziness in my head. Still I couldn’t believe what had happened. I didn’t even know the name of this woman and let her pet my pussy really deep. I looked at the money in my hand. Oh sister, and she gave me 80 Dollar for doing it.

I saw light in Jack’s diner. Some casual talking with the aloof Jack would sure cool me down.

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„Hey honey, you’re back, something wrong?” Jack looked at me, but not worried.

“Uhm no. I just have forgotten my…uhm…” I swallowed. Of course I had nothing forgotten.

“Sit down Tasha, I brew new coffee, if you like,” Jack offered. I was surprised by the gentle gesture from him.

“Sometimes weird things happen,” torbalı escort I said.

Jack looked over at me while preparing the coffee. “What do you mean?”

“This woman, she really confused me.” Now this was the truth.

“I’ve seen that.”

I leaped inwardly. “You have seen what?”

“C’mon, don’t you think I’ve seen were her hand was and how you enjoyed it?”

At least he hadn’t seen us in the car, this would have been embarrassing, me with my pants down, heels on the dashboard, my pussy so exposed. The tickle came back to my abdomen. I felt how wet I still was.

“I have not enjoyed it, ok?” I replied and managed to put some sternness into my voice.

“Oh, did I overhear you screaming for help, Tasha?” This dirty grin was back on his face. I looked down at the table. Jack stood up and brought the coffee.

“You’re right, ok, I enjoyed it,” I said louder that I wanted to.

“Hey did you hear me saying it is a bad thing? I mean now that you’re single again you can have fun.” Jack poured coffee in my mug.

“You never liked my boyfriend.” I exhaled noisily.

“He was prude.”

“What?! How will you know?” I couldn’t believe my ears. “I can’t believe about what you’re making up your mind.”

Jack shrugged. “Forget it.”

“Alex was not prude,” I exclaimed.

“No?” Jack grinned at me. “So he was experimental? Made you desiring him and all that he had to offer?”

“About what the hell are you speaking?”

“I’m speaking about his qualities, his intellect and also his lap. Both were not overwhelming I guess. You deserve better, that’s all I’m saying.” Jack took a sip of coffee.

I was stunned. It never occurred to me that he cared about my private live, but it seemed he did. And he did it in an improper way.

“Really Jack. I’m shocked.”

“I think not the first time today.” Jack grinned and I looked at him. “I have seen you, in the car, in her car,” he explained nonchalant. “Hey don’t look at me like that. I’m a man. I just wanted you to know, thought it’s fair.”

“What have you seen?” I demanded.

“Well I looked up and recognized her car. I saw you both in there, thought you were talking. But then you put your feet to the console. I couldn’t see what you both were doing but I have a wild guess.” Jack tried to surpass a grin.

I was furious. “At least try to be ashamed.”

“Why? You’re stripping right in front of my diner and want me to look away?”

“I was not stripping for you, Jack!”

“I know, it’s a pity.”

“What?!” I stared at him.

“Has it ever occurred to you that you say ‘What’ fairly often?” Jack smiled now. It was a goofy almost shy smile.

“You really would like me to strip? For you?”

Jack tried to be back at his usual aloof manner. “Yeah, I mean you’re a gorgeous girl.”

I swallowed hard. “Would you also like to touch me?”

“Can we please change the topic?”

“You started it, telling me Alex was prude.”

“He is,” Jack insisted.

“And you would do better?” I teased him.

He gazed into my eyes. “Bet on it, Tasha,” he said in a husky voice. Then I did something totally courageous that I wouldn’t have dared a couple of hours ago. I rose to my feet and stared at his lap, straight. I noticed the swelling.

“You are….I mean your…” I mumbled.

“Hard?” he helped me out. “Because I think about how hot you might be? How wet she made you in that car?”

I stared at him but couldn’t really fix him. I felt arousal rising. I felt my face glowing, my blood pulsating in my ears and vulvar.

“Than show me how you would do it.” I heard myself saying. “Here, right now.”

Jack looked at me. Then he stood up, still looking at me and switched of the light. He unzipped his jeans in front of me. The bulge in his shorts was amazing to me. He rubbed it slowly. I rose from the chair and his hands wandered under my skirt, finding their way to my panty. He turned me around and pressed his erection against my butt. I started to massage him with my cheeks. I felt his hand from behind sliding into my panty and massaging my wet centre. I lifted one leg to the chair in font of me.

“How wet and horny you are,” he moaned as he pulled down my stockings and panty and inserted two fingers at once into me.

“Shhh, just do it.”

“As you please.” I felt his fingers removing and instead the tip of his cock between my butt cheeks. “Do you like it here?” he asked and I felt his cock at my anus. In order to answer I let my butt circle. I really wanted him to fuck me. I tried to lift my butt a bit higher to make my vagina reach his cock.

“I love that you’re so lustful,” he said. Then I felt something strong stretching my pussy.

“Oh good, Jack.” I was so aroused that I felt my pulse in my head.

I felt him inserting his full length into me. Slowly he removed his dick, but not entirely only to thrust it in again. With every thrust into me he became faster and harder. With a free hand he reached for my clit and started massaging it gently. Suddenly he withdraws toroslar escort his penis entirely. I turned around in disbelieve.

“Honey, I would love to come in you longing pussy, but don’t you think I would make a lousy dad?” With these words he turned me around again. I wanted to protest. His dick wasn’t very long but massive. Again I felt his dick on my anus. This time he pressed harder until he was inside. Very slowly he moved forth and back.

“It’s not your first time?” he murmured.

“First time a man does it,” I managed to say while enjoying his strokes. I loved how filled he made me. Because he replied nothing I said, “I like my dildo there now and then.”

“I always thought you’re adventurous.”

He reached around my hips and introduced two fingers to my cunt.

“You’re unbelievable hot and wet,” he whispered. I felt slightly embarrassed but my arousal helped me overcome it quickly.

“Please do it a bit harder,” I begged.

“At your service.” I could figure out his grin behind me. Immediately I felt him massaging my butt harder with his dick. As he came he gave me final real deep slam. Then he removed his dick from me, but not his fingers. He inserted a third finger and started to fuck my cunt harder. It only took me a few more moments before I climaxed.

“Good girl, hot girl,” he whispered.

“Strong diner boy,” I replied and smiled.

After we had adjusted our cloth again we sat down to finish the coffee.

“Did he ever pleasured you this way?” Jack asked. “Outside the Sunday morning bed-routine?”

I had to roll my eyes. “Yes Jack, you were amazing, ok.”

“What I wanted to say is, a man has to give a woman the pleasure she wants, she deserves.” He flashed me his aloof Jack-ish smile.

****

The mysterious woman hadn’t come to the diner for a couple of days. This didn’t mean I had forgotten the whole incident. To the contrary, I remembered very well that she had made me so horny that I wanted Jack to do it to me, nasty. Unlike his often bad-mannered behavior he was a gentleman regarding this. I had expected him teasing me to no ends about it, but he didn’t say anything.

And suddenly the lady in black appeared in the diner. It was already past 8 pm and Jack and me prepared to close.

“Sorry lady, no sandwiches anymore today,” Jack greeted her.

“Coffee?” she tried and looked at me.

“Ok, I’ll prepare us fresh one,” Jack sighed as if it was asked too much to get coffee in a diner.

“May you want to sit down?” The lady said to me. I watched her for some seconds before I sat opposite her. She wore black. The only real color was her auburn hair and her brown eyes. She gave me a half-smile.

“Say do you would be interested in earning more money?” Well, she was a person to come straight to the point.

I looked down at the tabletop and then managed to look at her. “What do you want?”

“I would like you to invite to a party.”

I looked at her waiting for what was coming next. I could well imagine that it was no ordinary party.

“Well, you would have to strip, at least.” I knew it.

“At least?” I looked into her eyes.

“You strip and get 100 Dollar. For every extra service you may like to provide you get extra payment.”

I inhaled. “Ok, I’ll strip, but no extra services.”

She bent over the table. “Like the no extra service you gave me in the car?” she whispered into my ear.

I swallowed. My heart started beating faster.

“Ok, I’ll pick you up here, Saturday at 8.30 pm. Is it ok for you?” she said.

I just nodded when Jack came with the coffee. He looked at me. “You want to?” I nodded again.

While Jack went to the counter to bring another cup the woman smiled at me. “My name is Kate and yours, honey?”

“Natasha,” I said. “Just call me Tasha.”

“Fine, Tasha.”

We drank the coffee in silence and after this Kate left.

“What were you talking about?” Jack wanted to know.

“She invited me to her party,” I said.

“What kind of party?” Jack pushed.

“Just a party.”

“C’mon Tasha.”

“I’m going to strip on her party, ok? I get 100 Dollar for it.”

“Girl!” he exclaimed. “I mean we can speak about you salary, you know that, don’t you?”

“It’s ok Jack.”

The older man surveyed me and a smile crept over his face, a dirty smile. “It really turns you on, right?” Now his smile was a big toothy grin. “I always thought you’re kinda adventures, but this astonishes me.”

“What?!”

“There’s your ‘What’ again.

Kate arrived precisely at 8.30 pm at the diner. She looked stunning. This time she wore a cream-colored trouser suit and a white blouse with quillings and a bow tie.

“Hey darling, you look great,” she greeted me. Jack gave me a slap on my butt, reminding me what he did with his dick a couple of days before.

“You look awesome in that suit,” I stated as I walked over to Kate.

She glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. “Thanks honey.”

We drove in silence for a while. I looked over to Kate, wondering what would happen tonight.

“I have changed the plan, hope you don’t mind,” she started. She gave me no chance to reply. “I don’t want you to strip. I want you to take off your panty, but not your nice fishnet stockings. You just party with us and keep the folks guessing. Show them what they want to see, ok?”

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Pervert Boyfriend and a Nasty Plot

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Hi, my name is Fallon. I am an 18 soon to be 19 year old girl, I am 5ft 4 inches tall and weigh about 118 pounds. I have long red hair to just below my shoulders, green eyes and am of fairly small stature. I have a good body with decent curves mostly due to my cheer leading in high school and working out and palates, I am also an avid swimmer and am a regular at the local YMCA.

Well this story that I am submitting is an account of something I have never told anyone, not because I am embarrassed about it at all. I do though live in a small town and well rumors start fast, and well I would wind up the town whore over something stupid. Though I do tend to get wet thinking about it, hate to admit alittle lol. Anyway…

I used to date a guy older than me, go figure huh young girls today do. He was 25 and one night he got me a fake id so I could go out clubbing with him one Friday night, well the id worked and I passed off and we started out around 7:30pm. Well we were having a great time and had met up with a group of his friends there, had only seen one or two of my friends out though because most of them aren’t old enough to get out like this.

Mostly through the night it was me, my boy friend and a group of his guy buddies. Well that night I was on one of my Citrona mix drink kicks, and had so far had five of them and it was 10:30pm and I had spent no money. As far as that went I was comfortable, and after a while I had stopped noticing the drinks that ‘magically’ appeared in my hand, and all the guy’s were nice.

Well by midnight we were all dancing and having fun, I was pretty good and buzzed too. We wound up playing a drinking game after we were tired of dancing, and well we wound up taking shots. By 1:30am I was very drunk, I had 8 mixed drinks, and 5 shots of I think Southern Comfort bourbon. We eventually wound up in a cab, then next thing we were in my living room.

Me and my boy friend were kissing pretty wildly and he worked his hand up my skirt, my panties wound up missing, my skirt raised above my thighs and he was stroking me in all the right places. I was soaked and so was his hand as it massaged my sensitive clit, he wouldn’t let me get off though and I just wound up so hot I was cussing him to make me cum.

He told me to scoot my ass to the edge of the couch and spread my thighs as he started to kiss me again, not really caring why he wanted me to do that I did it anyway as we kissed. A moment later his fingers left my throbbing pussy and started pinching my nipples, just then I noticed my shirt was gone! I knew I was drunk but damn he worked fast, then I felt something weird start to glide up and down my gooey slit.

The second I was just about to open my eyes then came something that made me groan out really loud, I turgutlu escort looked down between my spread legs and saw a big hard dick burrowing it’s way inside me. Confused and drunk off my ass it took me a second but by the time I was about to protest that big thing hit bottom, then I felt several hands rubbing and grabbing my breasts and stomach.

As the guy inside me quickly started to literally fuck the shit out of me, my protests seemed to melt away and strangely I felt this overwhelming drive for more. After a few minutes I looked up to see who was driving into my wet hole, it just happened to be Steve’s good looking friend Neil. I grinned a bit at him and then he just seemed to relax a bit knowing that I was actually enjoying this, he grinned back and kept up this great rhythm.

A few moments later, I felt it build and swell in me then I remember hearing myself groan out that I was cumming and Neil started jamming himself into me faster and I felt myself tense and as I yelled out at the peak of what was a great orgasm, then I heard Neil yell out he was cumming through gritted teeth. Then I started instinctively thrusting my hips up at him and I felt the expanding heat inside me starting to grow each time he buried himself inside me, he was cumming inside me and it felt too fucking good and it sent me off into another orgasm.

When he finally pulled out of me I could feel his hot seed start to drain out and run down my ass and onto the couch, that orgasm sort of sobered me up a little bit. Next we wound up in my bedroom with another guy just going at me, I was on my hands and knees sucking my boy friend Steve while his buddy fucked me from behind. I still don’t know his name!

The guy must have been small because Neil felt alot bigger, I had two mini climaxes with him before he got off and pulled out. Steve then got up and got behind me and was at least the same size as Neil, he made me moan when he slid into me to his balls in one push. I found myself kinda getting into this, it felt dirty but it also felt damn good too. A guy sat in front of me, dark complected skin, it was Mark my boy friends best friend.

He rubbed his hardening shaft across my lips, then I noticed that he was hung like a fucking horse! Neil was pretty big I thought around 8 inches, but Mark was something else though…guessing possibly near 10 inches, had to be damn close to it. I licked him all over wetting it good with my saliva and then took that big thing in my mouth and started to suck this big brown colored cock, I had never been with a man of color Mark was going to be my first.

Mark was moaning a few moments later as I sucked him as best I could, a few moments later Steve had me moaning and groaning around Marks ridged turgutreis escort cock. Taking my mouth off Mark I threw my head back and moaned loudly as I came all over Steve, I was so damn hot with all this going on I could feel my inner muscles working him while I was cumming uncontrollably. Two minutes later Steve groaned out as he started cumming in me, shoving myself back at him while he grunted repeatedly.

It felt like my insides were on fire as Steve kept fucking me, it felt like he would never stop pumping his hot cum in me it had already started to leak out around his pounding cock. A few moments later he thrust into me once more and then pulled out of me, I moaned as I felt a stream of warm goo run out and over my buzzing clit. Mark then got up and started his way around to my backside, Steve then sat in front of me “clean me up baby” he said to me.

At this point I didn’t care I was so hot and into it at that point I took his half hard dick in my mouth and licked and sucked the thick gooey coating of cum off of him, licking it from his cock and balls. A moment later I felt Mark starting to work that bat of his into me from behind, god he was huge, minutes later he bottomed out and whispered to me that he had another inch left too.

Steve pulled his limp cock from my mouth and said that he and the other guy were going to watch Mark and me for a while, after eight or nine deep thrusts into me he grabbed my hips and just started to ram that big ass thing into me. I screamed and tried to get away reflexively from the pain I felt but the guy held me there and just kept at me grunting with each thrust, three minutes into it I came so hard I thought I’d black out.

I grabbed and screamed into my pillow red faced as Mark kept hammering everything he had into spasming pussy, I had never felt anything like it in my life! I could feel that huge cock slamming into the bottom of my cum filled womanhood, I felt so stretched and throughly impaled on this guy. Mark fucked me like a dog for a half an hour, I had to have cum at least seven times in that half an hour. He had me on my back my thighs spread so wide my knees were up to my chest, a few minutes later he exploded deep inside me. It felt like he literally exploded, I never felt cum shoot that deep inside me before and it almost burned it felt so hot.

I was crying out and wailing repeatedly with every big jet of thick hot cum, this guy had me going out of my mind as he kept impaling me over and over with that massive meat of his. After what seemed like forever he finally pulled out of me with a deep groan, I gasped and just and just laid there catching my breath covered in sweat my ass laying in a growing pool of warm thick cum trickling out of me from my ünye escort depths.

After a few minutes Steve brought me a cold beer, I sat up and drank it dehydrated. Not twenty minutes later though I wound up giving Mark and Neil head,after they were both hard as a rock I couldn’t help but get Mark down on his back and mount him. I kissed him deep as I slid the fat head along my slippery and still aching slit and then sat my weight down on him, I gradually slid down his long thick pole and moaned out as my ass came to rest on his balls and I had the whole thing inside me.

God it was huge and it made me so fucking hot knowing now that I could actually take it all inside me, I started slow and the longer I road him the more wound up I got!. Not long after he and I were fucking like animals in the center of my queen sized bed, moaning into each others mouthes he was grabbing my breasts with one hand and sucking each one while the other hand was on the small of my back as I ground my pussy down hard on him.

For about 10 minutes I road him for all I was worth practically wallowing in the pain and pleasure of this big black cock crammed I was cramming into myself, and once again I found myself arching my back and screaming and cumming my brains out. Then he held me by the hips fully onto him as I laid on him my 34c cups smashed against his chest, I felt something cold on my ass. I crooked my neck to see Neil spreading a thick lube onto the entrance of my ass, “oh my god…” I moaned out loud. Mark started sucking and nibbling my nipples, a moment later I felt Neil push hard against my ass and a few inches slid quickly in making me cry out.

He kept pushing until he had most of it in on the first push, “Ohhh…ahh FUCK!” I yelled out as Neil withdrew a bit and then completely rammed the whole thing in my ass. Soon Mark and Neil found a good alternating rhythm and just like that I had two big hard cocks sliding in and out of both of my tight holes at the same time, it felt weird but also so damn good at the same time. Over the course of the rest of the night they all had switched and had me that way, Mark had cum in me again during a double penetration.

After a while he recovered and I even let him have my ass, I couldn’t believe that I let him do that! Not to mention that he was actually able to do my ass for a damn solid twenty minutes, until he shot his cum deep up my backside with a growl. I was moaning and shaking uncontrollably as that big 10 inch meat throbbed over and over deep in my rectum, “Oh my God…oh my God…Oh my GOD!” was all I could say!

We both groaned loudly when he finally pulled that thing out of me, my ass felt like it was buzzing like a bee hive. Over the next couple of hours until probably 7am the guy’s took me anyway they could think of, I don’t remember most of it really. The next day I woke up around 8pm alone in my messy bed, it was a real mess and so was I. Dried come all over me and in my hair, my pussy was still leaking thick jizz and my ass and pussy were sore and swollen, and I staggered around the next two days!

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Fantasy Fulfilled Ch. 04

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The Final Chapter

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When we arrived for the dress rehearsal, there was a misty kind of rain falling outside, giving this whole scene a surrealistic ambience. It seemed like a kind of protective cloud was surrounding us, making everything cozy, keeping out any possibility of harm or hurt. I felt like ‘the Gods are smiling on us’!

Jason and Dana were waiting in his gorgeous Porsche, parked close to the club’s entrance in the nearly empty parking lot as Bronwyn and I pulled in next to them. We all stepped into the club and were greeted by John as we walked into the big room on the ground floor. He turned and pointed to the area that usually was the dance floor.

“We’re not finished setting up,” he said, “but, we’ve got enough of the basics done that we can complete the setup for you guys!”

There was a circular stage in the middle of the dance floor. The floor of the stage was about eight feet above the dance floor. The stage was about forty feet in diameter. Surrounding it were circular bleachers, in the process of being assembled. The height of the first row was such that a spectator, seated, could see anything at the center of the stage starting at about the three foot level. The bleachers rose from the dance floor to about eight feet from the ceiling. This setup would support seating for well over three hundred people, I estimated – and John had said it was already ‘sold out’!

On one side of the stage there was a set of folding steps which looked like they could be folded flush into the side of the stage when not in use. The angle of these steps would allow anyone walking up them, to do so with ease as they extended out into the walkway which spectators would use to get into the lower section of bleachers.

There was a circular curtain suspended from the ceiling, dropping down about two feet, within which there were four sets of twin, thin steel cables hanging down with a two inch diameter ring attached at the bottom of each. They looked like the rings provided with rock climber’s equipment. The top of the cables were curled over twin steel rollers in blocks which seemed to be able to slide on tracks attached to the ceiling, the cables continuing on into what looked like large wheels with motors on the inside of the space within the circular curtain. There were two motors on the end of each track. These were winches which could both raise and lower the two cables on each track and also position along the track.

Each track ran into the center of the area. As there were two cables at each point, with separate motors, I assumed they could be operated individually which would allow for adjusting their burden’s height on a linear basis. That is, something attached to the two rings at any one point could be tilted at any desired angle. The cables were all lowered such that the rings were at ‘chair height’ above the stage floor.

Very cleaver, I thought!

John led us to the stage and up the stairs. Four of his assistants followed us up the stairs carrying, what appeared to be, ‘costumes’ of some kind. The costumes were made of a fine, flesh-colored mesh with ring-clips attached to three-foot long ‘strings’ at two points on each costume. John told me later the costumes were entirely of Kavlar, an ‘unbreakable’ material!

John asked, “OK, is everyone ready to begin the final ‘fittings’?” We all nodded, yes.

“Good, all of you will be assisted to strip down all the way.”

I didn’t immediately understand why we needed to be assisted, but picked up on the ‘why’ later on. John nodded to his assistants and waived them to begin. One came to each of us with our ‘costume’ in hand and began to help us strip down. There were very attractive, young women with Jason and me and well-conditioned and good looking young men with Bronwyn and Dana. This somehow increased the sexual tension as they helped us shed our clothes. We all quickly slipped out of our shoes and socks. The young girl with me then unbuckled my pants and unzipped my fly. She knelt in front of me and pulled my pants down. I was getting aroused by this as evidenced by my rapidly growing erection. I glanced at Jason and saw he was in the same condition.

I stepped out of my pants and the young girl reached up from her kneeling position and put her fingers into the top of my boxers and pulled them down. My erection sprang out, almost hitting her in the face. I stepped out of my underpants and she placed them on my pants. Then, still yenibosna escort kneeling in front of me, she reached up and stroked my rigid cock and leaned forward and kissed it on the purple head. She ran her tongue around it, lingering on that sensitive area underneath. I almost came right there! She stood, giving my cock a gentle pull!

When she finished unbuttoning my shirt, her hands slipped under it and she ran her fingertips over my chest. When she passed over my nipples, she tweaked them, and then gently rubbed her palms on them. This was incredibly erotic! Again, I had to ‘pinch down’ to prevent an immediate climax. She helped me out of my shirt and placed it with my other clothes on the edge of the stage.

I observed that Jason had been similarly served.

Dana and Bronwyn had came dressed in simple frocks, as John had asked when he called, which buttoned down the front. Neither was wearing a bra or panties, per his instructions.

As each lady stood there, the men stood in front of them and began to unbutton their frocks, starting at the top. As they got down to their waists, they slipped their hands inside their dresses and ran their hands lightly over the women’s breasts, fondling them gently and softly pinching their nipples. Both women moaned, eyes closed, their heads falling back as they arched their backs, pressing their breasts into the fondling hands.

Now it was clear to me these preliminaries were deliberate. John wanted us all to be able to participate fully in the ‘final adjustments’ – we’d need to be able to easily penetrate the appropriate orifices and they needed to be ready to accept us! Then, the male assistants continued to unbutton the ladies’ dresses, kneeling on the floor in front of them. As they completed the unbuttoning, they stood and helped Bronwyn and Dana out of their dresses, folded them and put them with their shoes and footies.

They returned to the ladies, knelt in front of them and began to lightly run their fingers over the ladies’ feet and ankles and gradually moved higher until they were on their thighs. Both Bron and Dana flushed and spread their feet to allow access further.

The assistants stroked their inner thighs and softly ran their fingers over their pusses. They ran their fingertips up and down their labia, pushing in lightly from time to time until, each lady flowing copiously, made it possible for the men to insert a finger into each pussy, slowly thrusting in and out and increasing the number of fingers until they had three fingers in each girl’s pussy, with a thumb swirling around their clits.

Both Bronwyn and Dana orgasmed! Moaning their pleasure loudly.

The arousal begun, each assistant began to dress us in our costumes. Each costume was like a brief ‘teddy’ which provided both hip and shoulder support, leaving our arms and legs totally free to move. There were ‘open’ areas in each costume, specially designed to facilitate each person’s unique role in the performance. Jason and my costume each had a fully open crotch. Dana’s allowed her breasts and pussy to be freely available. Bronwyn’s was a little trickier – not only were her breasts and pussy fully available, but so was her lovely asshole.

Sturdy hooks and clasps were engaged and we were each firmly encased, our sexes seeming to be emphasized, naked and not covered by the otherwise easily seen through fine mesh. Now, the two clasps on each costume were snapped securely onto the twin rings dangling on the end of the cables by each of us. We were each about six feet apart. Bronwyn was the first to be raised. Her cables lifted her so that she was tilted backward, her head slightly higher than her waist and with her legs supported and spread wide. She looked like she was lying on a bed. Next, I was raised. My cables guided me up, overall even with Bron’s body and stopped, my rigid cock pointed at Bronwyn’s glistening pussy. Then, Jason was raised similarly, such that his stiff cock was pointing at Bron’s tight asshole.

Then, motors began to whirr again and Jason and I moved in close to Bronwyn. As we approached her, our three bodies were adjusted to allow for each of us to be in the exact right position to perform our role in the show. It was obvious the motors were multiple speed, because our movement as we got closer and closer to each other slowed down to the point that minute adjustments in our position, one to the other, were possible.

I looked at Bronwyn. She was flushed, breathing hard and fondling her breasts, pulling and pinching her nipples. Her eyes were closed. I knew she had no fear of heights (we had earlier determined none of us did), so I assumed she was aroused, in contemplation of what was beginning to unfold. I was right, noting her body shudder as an orgasm flowed through her. A low moan escaped her beautiful lips. Her pussy was glistening in the light, as her juices dripped from her, dropping on the floor beneath her. The assistants below looked up and noting the source of the dripping, clapped yıldırım escort and cheered. They knew what that meant to the success of the performance!

Before Bronwyn had been raised up, her asshole had been prepared. So, now, as Jason’s cock was positioned for entry, coated with excess lubricant, the head of his shaft gradually was pushed into her. The motors whirred again and Jason’s cock was buried completely in her tight, clutching asshole.

Then, my position began to change and the head of my stiff member zeroed in on Bronwyn’s gorgeous pussy. There was ample lubricant from her recent orgasm to allow me to enter her sopping sex. The motors whirred again and she was impaled on my rigid shaft.

Bronwyn came again, her climax having been initiated by Jason’s entry into her asshole and pushed over the top by my entry into her pussy. Her pussy and ass were clutching and milking Jason and my rods as rhythmic contractions wracked her body. She bucked and thrashed about, but the apparatus kept us together. We just all swayed slightly as a connected group.

Jason and I fought to hold back our own rising orgasms. Bronwyn was gasping for breath, spasming and clutching the top of her thighs, not daring to put her hands near her gushing, supersensitive pussy!

Once again, the staff below clapped and cheered, yelling appreciatively at Bronwyn.

When her breathing had calmed, the sound of motors whirring began again and Dana was raised to a position above Bronwyn. Dana was tilted slightly to a position as if she were laying on her back, with her legs spread wide. I could see her pussy was very wet.

The motors whirred again and Dana descended to a position where her juicy cunt was being pushed comfortably into Bronwyn’s face. Bron gripped Dana’s ass cheeks and began to eat her out furiously. It did not take long for Dana to begin bucking and screaming out her own climax, accompanied by Bronwyn, cumming again. Both women’s juices dripped to the floor, amid the hoots and cheers of the staff below.

Jason and I were able to thrust in and out of Bronwyn and had begun our motions such as to induce Bronwyn’s rocking motion which we had ‘practiced’ earlier. Now as Bronwyn was cumming, her rocking increased to the point that both Jason and I came simultaneously.

Bronwyn could feel our climaxing! Another intense orgasm swept through her and she screamed out with joy and thrashed her mouth over Dana’s pussy, bringing her, too, to another crashing climax.

We were hanging there, interlocked, climaxing all at the same time! We bucked! We jerked! We spasmed! All the while screaming out our passion as it released! The air was thick with lust. I glanced down and noted the assistants on the platform were all engaged in various sex acts, pleasuring each other as we had just done, hanging above them.

John told me later that the motors were computer driven and that these final adjustments were being automatically programmed in. The result of this would be that these actions we had just been through would all be part of the final performance. Wow! What a show this was going to be!

But, then I realized the Thompson twins were not there. I’d have to check that with John. We stayed there, in the air, seemingly suspended by our interconnected sexes. None of us was strained in our positions, the apparatus fully supporting us. We could have stayed there for hours. Well, who knows, we might just do that in the last analysis!

After a bit and the staff were ready, we began to be lowered toward the stage as a connected group. When we got down to a point about four feet from the surface of the stage, the whirring stopped. The Thompson twins came up the stairs, naked, carrying wooden boxes. They placed them on either side of Bronwyn and stepping up on them, pointed their raging hard-ons at her. She smiled broadly and reaching out with her hands, began to slowly jerk them off, while gently licking Dana’s pussy and rocking on Jason and my cocks. They, in turn, per the instructions given them by John, fondled and played with Bronwyn’s breasts as best they could.

Some quick adjustments were made to the placement of their wooden boxes so that their ‘connection’ to Bronwyn was perfect. Then tape was put around the boxes on the floor of the stage to define where they should place them during the performance. Then, Bronwyn decided she wanted to suck the boys’ cocks again, while they fondled her and Dana, so new box positions were established.

Well, it looked like we were all set. But Bronwyn had no intention of ending off until the twins had both cum, one in her mouth and one all over her breasts! She continued to pull on them with her mouth and tongue until they climaxed, screaming out their release. Bronwyn wasn’t sure which one had cum in her mouth this time. She hoped it was not the same one who had cum in her mouth the first time, wanting to ‘share the wealth’. John and a couple more assistants came up onto the stage. They all agreed that this had been, without doubt, the most erotic scene they had ever observed (and they had seen plenty). They said the performance would be the most unforgettable the audience would ever see.

John said, “To start the performance, I want each of you to come up on the stage just as you did today, in the following sequence: first, you Brett, then, Jason, then, Dana and finally, Bronwyn. The Thompson twins will come up a bit later, as a culmination of the act. You’ll come up one at a time, such that only one of you is on stage at a time to be placed in your ‘harness’. I think we should go through the same undressing bit. That was really hot! But the staff serving you will be handpicked for their attractiveness and naked. When the performance has been completed, the circular curtain up there will drop to the stage floor surrounding you in a draped cylinder.”

At that, John signaled his crew to remove us from the apparatus, so we could get dressed and go home. The Thompson twins stayed to hug and kiss Bronwyn, both stroking her body as they stood around her, seeming to be mesmerized by her gorgeous breasts. It was agreed we’d all show up on Saturday night at six o’clock. The show was scheduled to begin an hour after our arrival, at 7 PM. The four of us were starved and decided to go out for Chinese at the Golden Dragon on the way home. We were all hoping we’d see the delivery boy (chuckle), so Bronwyn could parade by him.

Friday and Saturday were days and nights filled with excitement and anticipation! I’m sure none of us slept much! Bronwyn and I met Dana and Jason outside the club just before 6 PM as planned and went in together. We were all nervous, but in a good way! We couldn’t wait to get started. Each of us had selected clothes which we felt would enhance the early part of the performance when we were each being stripped to be put in our harness.

I agree with John, this was definitely an addition to the show, setting the stage, so to speak and building the level of excitement and lust in the audience. The stage and bleachers were now all completed and the whole thing looked very professional. The “special seats” which John said sold for $500.00 apiece were the first eight rows tiered up from the bottom and were covered with red velvet. There were red velvet cushions at each place and by their spacing it was clear everyone would have an unobstructed view of the stage and us. I estimated there were at least 100 cushions. That meant $50,000 in ticket sales and at 15%; our take was $7,500 from those sales alone, at a minimum! The rest of the bleachers were plain wooden boards. At $100 a seat for those…well, I didn’t try to estimate, but was confident we’d be sharing at least $12,000 among us. That was $3,000 each for one night of pure pleasure! Interesting business!

The sides of the stage were now draped in dark blue velvet. It looked great! The circular curtain which would drop down from the ceiling appeared to be diaphanous, thus after it had dropped down at the end, the images of our bodies would still clearly be seen, before we were each removed from our harness and dressed. I had a quick thought as I perceived that fact, that there was some chance we might not get out of our harnesses very quickly!

The lighting had all been set up now, too, with spots aimed at center stage from all angles – from the edges of the stage, from the ceiling above and from the walls about the room. There would not be a shadow anywhere on any of our bodies at any time! And the lighting would be bright enough for anyone in any seat to see clearly everything that was in their line of sight! John was indeed, a professional!

John spotted us walking into the stage area and came to greet us. He told us his people would provide us with the apparel for the opening scene. Jason and I were to be in baby-blue silk shirts and pants with white loafers, Dana would be in a soft pink, silk frock with matching heels, and Bronwyn would be dressed in a blood red silk frock with matching heels. No socks would be used. The articles of clothing were replete with buttons so the act could take place much as it had at the dress rehearsal.

John said the sequence in which we would come on the stage had changed. He wanted Bronwyn to come on first so that she would get ‘maximum exposure’! Otherwise the sequence was the same. I could see that with this change, Bronwyn would be ‘in position’ as each of us came on the scene. Thus, each of us would be ‘placed’, so to speak, before the next person came onto the stage. This was a better approach to building the audience’s erotic arousal, and, quite honestly, in us, as well!

As we stood there, briefly considering these changes, I looked at Bronwyn. She looked vibrant! Her skin was rosy. Her nipples, poking through the frock she was wearing, stood firm and proud. Her lovely auburn hair was loose and flowing with its natural waves. Her lips were slightly parted, with the tip of her pretty pink tongue showing and I noticed her breathing was slow and even. However, the excitement in her lovely, deep green eyes literally flashed! Betraying what was going on under the surface! She looked happier, more beautiful and more full of life than I’d ever seen. After all, she was about to experience her “Ultimate Sexual Fantasy”!

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After I graduated from college, I landed a job as a salesman for a plumbing supply company. It was a great job with a lot of traveling and a great bunch of co-workers. I made a lot of friends. The receptionist was a hot 25 year old. Cindy was tall at 5’8″ and very athletic. She had a great rack, a firm round ass and a great face to go with it. She wore short tight skirts to work and showed some cleavage. Generally speaking, it was not that hard to see some tit or get a beaver shot or see the outline of her panties beneath her skirts. She was a real turn on. A lot of guys would have given anything for a quick go with Cindy. She knew it and enjoyed teasing the guys. However, she was married so the rest of the guys and I could only drool.

Once when I called in from a business trip, Cindy was crying when she answered the phone. I asked her if she was okay, but she refused to talk about it. When I returned home, I learned that Cindy and her husband were divorcing. I had met her husband a few times and he was a complete idiot. I could tell he had no idea how hot his wife was. Some guys just do not have a clue. At least they did not have any kids. We all tried to console Cindy as best we could, but I could tell she was broken hearted.

A few weeks later, on a Friday afternoon, Cindy came back from lunch late and announced that she had just appeared in Court and her divorce was final. She asked if anybody wanted to party with her to celebrate. The whole office volunteered.

Cindy had a very tight short skirt on which showed her ample round ass to perfection. I was sure I could make out the outline of some very skimpy panties beneath the tight fabric. She also wore a very tight sweater which showed off her large breasts. I complemented her on how good she looked and she told me that she wore the outfit especially for her ex- husband so that he could see what he would never have again. She was pretty sure she made her point when she showed up at the court house for the divorce hearing. She said a lot of men were gawking at her at the court house and her husband looked plenty sheepish.

It was Friday and everybody, men and women, took Cindy up on her offer. There were about twenty of us at the local watering hole. The women were talking to Cindy about what asses men were and the men were trying to figure out who had a chance to get lucky with Cindy on her first night as a divorcee. All of the women and some of the guys were married and they had to leave early. Cindy was just getting loosened up at that point and made it clear that she was ready to party. There were ten of us who were single. Jim suggested that we head to a club in a nearby town which tarsus escort had a good band and a big dance floor. Cindy was all for it. She said she had not danced for a long time.

We had to take two cars. I made sure to stick close to Cindy and jumped in the back seat of a Lincoln Continental with her in the middle. Before we started, Bart produced a pint of Jack Daniels and passed it around. Cindy took a big pull on it and I could tell she was getting pretty drunk.

I was watching what I drank, because I was hoping to fuck her before the night was over and I did not want to be incapacitated if and when I got the chance. It was about a thirty minute drive and I could not resist running my hand over her leg. It was dark in the car and she did not seem to mind. I slipped my hand between her knees and she still did not resist. She did look at me with her big eyes and gave me a big smile. I decided that was a good sign and pushed my way up to between her thighs. That was as high as I was going to get as she squeezed her legs closed. I withdrew the hand, but I was not discouraged.

When we arrived at the dance club, it was crowded. We went in and ordered some more drinks. Cindy started dancing with anyone that wanted. We were taking turns. As the night wore on, the guys would report back about how far they got. Nobody was getting very far. A few feels of her ass was about as far as it went. By midnight, Cindy was drunk. We decided to take her out of there and go back to Mike’s place to party some more.

I am not sure whether Cindy knew where we were going, but she was still in a mood to party. I was still lucky enough to sit next to her. This time I was more forward. I grabbed her and starting kissing her. She melted in my arms. I gave her the tongue and she started sucking on it. I ran my hand up her leg to her panties. There was no resistance. The guy next to me was feeling her tits and she was not resisting that either. I got my hand in her panties and she was smooth shaven.

I about came in my pants. This was hot. I got my finger in her snatch before she came to her senses and told us both to slow down. We retreated and she started talking. She told us she was no virgin when she married her husband, but she had not been with any other man for the three years she was married. She said that everything was going very fast and she was a little confused. We offered her another drink of the Jack Daniels and told her we understood.

We arrived at Mike’s house and Cindy acted a bit leery about whether she should go in. She asked if there were going to be any other women there. We told her no, but tatvan escort since we were not far from the office we convinced her that we would be glad to take her to her car anytime and help her get home. That seemed to satisfy her and she accompanied us into the house. Mike had a great house with a big backyard and Jacuzzi tub. It was not long before some of the guys were buck naked and in the tub. Cindy did not want to be left out. She said she did not feel comfortable stripping down to nothing and asked if it would be okay if she wore her bra and panties. We all said “YES” at the same time.

I watched as Cindy pulled her sweater over her head revealing a set of massive tits which were barely constrained by the smallest bra I had ever seen. The tops of her areolas were clearly visible above the sheer fabric and her nipples were sticking straight out. She unzipped the back of her short skirt and wiggled her hips as she pushed it down to her knees and stepped out of it. Her panties were nearly nonexistent. I suddenly noticed that I was standing there naked with my dick as hard as a rock. When Cindy stepped over the side of the tub to get in, I was close behind. I know she saw my hard-on as I slipped into the hot water.

I think Cindy quickly figured out what was going to happen. The bra disappeared fast as did the panties. Everybody was taking a turn kissing her and feeling her up. Unfortunately, it became obvious that I was not going to be the first to fuck her. One of the other guys had her bent over the top of the tub with her ass above the water. I watched as he ran the head of his big dick up and down the crack of her ass and then entered her smooth shaven love hole. She must have been wet and ready because he slipped right in without trouble. He fucked her hard while we all watched. Cindy was enjoying herself. She started out breathing hard, progressed to moaning and screamed “I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING” as he unloaded deep inside her.

At that point we moved the party inside. It was about 2:00 a.m. and that scream could have been heard a block away. I did not even get sloppy seconds. Mike was next to impale her cunt and Bob lined up in front of her face. He rubbed his cock over her face and along her full lips until they parted and accepted his manhood. Bob had a good sized tool and she had no trouble taking the entire length of it down her throat. She was really giving it a wet and sloppy blow. Each time he withdrew it before ramming it back down her throat, I could see that it was dripping with saliva. Mike grabbed her hips and unloaded. Bob unloaded down her throat almost simultaneously. Cindy made gurgling sounds tavşanlı escort as she struggled to swallow all the cum.

Cindy stood up to stretch for a moment and it was clear that she was not finished. She was just getting started. Before I could grab her to take her, she spied a guy in a recliner and mounted him. I was frustrated. She was going to be all fucked out before I got my pecker in her. As I stood there waiting my turn, I was fascinated by the view of her ass in the air and her cunt filled with a cock. I had heard of double dipping before, but never had the opportunity to try it. No time better than the present. I grabbed her hips. Her ass was at exactly the right height.

I wondered if there was room for two cocks in her cunt. I think she thought I was going to fuck her in the ass because she looked around and said “No! Do not fuck my ass!!” I told her not to worry and rammed the head of my cock at the top of her stretched fuck hole. She gasped and said “You can’t get two in there!” She was right, I couldn’t. Then I pressed my finger against the opening and it popped right in. That was a real strange sensation! With my finger still in her cunt, I lifted up and stuck the head of my cock against the opening. It was tight – REAL tight, but suddenly I was in.

I do not know how, but there were two cocks in Cindy’s snatch. I was afraid if I moved, I would pop out. Cindy was moaning “OH MY GOD, I don’t believe you are both fucking me at the same time. Cindy screamed “I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMING” and I could feel her muscle contractions. The guy below started ramming in and out and I started doing the same thing. Cindy was still orgasming and gasping “FUCK ME, FUCK ME as hard as you can!” The guy below started grunting and I knew he was about to go over the edge. That caused me to lose it and we both filled her cunt at the same time. I have never cum so long or so hard. When we withdrew, Cindy’s hole stayed open and the cum ran out and onto the guy below. She had definitely been double dipped.

I do not think Cindy’s cunt contracted before somebody else filled her again. I heard a few complaints that her cunt was too loose and was all stretched out, but it did not stop anybody from fucking her. Despite her earlier protest she even took it up the ass a few times. By the time the sun rose, Cindy had been fucked at least thirty times. Mike had even gone around the neighborhood and notified a few of his buddies about the divorcee who was taking on all comers at his house.

To our absolute amazement, Cindy did not remain a party girl for long. Within a month she was back with her ex-husband and they remarried two months to the day after they were divorced. We were all invited to the wedding. I could not help wondering what he would think if he knew Cindy had been recently gang fucked and double dipped. Who knows, maybe it excited him to know that Cindy was a slut. Maybe he would like to watch us party with Cindy next time!!!

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Partying with the Office Divorcee

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After I graduated from college, I landed a job as a salesman for a plumbing supply company. It was a great job with a lot of traveling and a great bunch of co-workers. I made a lot of friends. The receptionist was a hot 25 year old. Cindy was tall at 5’8″ and very athletic. She had a great rack, a firm round ass and a great face to go with it. She wore short tight skirts to work and showed some cleavage. Generally speaking, it was not that hard to see some tit or get a beaver shot or see the outline of her panties beneath her skirts. She was a real turn on. A lot of guys would have given anything for a quick go with Cindy. She knew it and enjoyed teasing the guys. However, she was married so the rest of the guys and I could only drool.

Once when I called in from a business trip, Cindy was crying when she answered the phone. I asked her if she was okay, but she refused to talk about it. When I returned home, I learned that Cindy and her husband were divorcing. I had met her husband a few times and he was a complete idiot. I could tell he had no idea how hot his wife was. Some guys just do not have a clue. At least they did not have any kids. We all tried to console Cindy as best we could, but I could tell she was broken hearted.

A few weeks later, on a Friday afternoon, Cindy came back from lunch late and announced that she had just appeared in Court and her divorce was final. She asked if anybody wanted to party with her to celebrate. The whole office volunteered.

Cindy had a very tight short skirt on which showed her ample round ass to perfection. I was sure I could make out the outline of some very skimpy panties beneath the tight fabric. She also wore a very tight sweater which showed off her large breasts. I complemented her on how good she looked and she told me that she wore the outfit especially for her ex- husband so that he could see what he would never have again. She was pretty sure she made her point when she showed up at the court house for the divorce hearing. She said a lot of men were gawking at her at the court house and her husband looked plenty sheepish.

It was Friday and everybody, men and women, took Cindy up on her offer. There were about twenty of us at the local watering hole. The women were talking to Cindy about what asses men were and the men were trying to figure out who had a chance to get lucky with Cindy on her first night as a divorcee. All of the women and some of the guys were married and they had to leave early. Cindy was just getting loosened up at that point and made it clear that she was ready to party. There were ten of us who were single. Jim suggested that we head to a club in a nearby town which tarsus escort had a good band and a big dance floor. Cindy was all for it. She said she had not danced for a long time.

We had to take two cars. I made sure to stick close to Cindy and jumped in the back seat of a Lincoln Continental with her in the middle. Before we started, Bart produced a pint of Jack Daniels and passed it around. Cindy took a big pull on it and I could tell she was getting pretty drunk.

I was watching what I drank, because I was hoping to fuck her before the night was over and I did not want to be incapacitated if and when I got the chance. It was about a thirty minute drive and I could not resist running my hand over her leg. It was dark in the car and she did not seem to mind. I slipped my hand between her knees and she still did not resist. She did look at me with her big eyes and gave me a big smile. I decided that was a good sign and pushed my way up to between her thighs. That was as high as I was going to get as she squeezed her legs closed. I withdrew the hand, but I was not discouraged.

When we arrived at the dance club, it was crowded. We went in and ordered some more drinks. Cindy started dancing with anyone that wanted. We were taking turns. As the night wore on, the guys would report back about how far they got. Nobody was getting very far. A few feels of her ass was about as far as it went. By midnight, Cindy was drunk. We decided to take her out of there and go back to Mike’s place to party some more.

I am not sure whether Cindy knew where we were going, but she was still in a mood to party. I was still lucky enough to sit next to her. This time I was more forward. I grabbed her and starting kissing her. She melted in my arms. I gave her the tongue and she started sucking on it. I ran my hand up her leg to her panties. There was no resistance. The guy next to me was feeling her tits and she was not resisting that either. I got my hand in her panties and she was smooth shaven.

I about came in my pants. This was hot. I got my finger in her snatch before she came to her senses and told us both to slow down. We retreated and she started talking. She told us she was no virgin when she married her husband, but she had not been with any other man for the three years she was married. She said that everything was going very fast and she was a little confused. We offered her another drink of the Jack Daniels and told her we understood.

We arrived at Mike’s house and Cindy acted a bit leery about whether she should go in. She asked if there were going to be any other women there. We told her no, but tatvan escort since we were not far from the office we convinced her that we would be glad to take her to her car anytime and help her get home. That seemed to satisfy her and she accompanied us into the house. Mike had a great house with a big backyard and Jacuzzi tub. It was not long before some of the guys were buck naked and in the tub. Cindy did not want to be left out. She said she did not feel comfortable stripping down to nothing and asked if it would be okay if she wore her bra and panties. We all said “YES” at the same time.

I watched as Cindy pulled her sweater over her head revealing a set of massive tits which were barely constrained by the smallest bra I had ever seen. The tops of her areolas were clearly visible above the sheer fabric and her nipples were sticking straight out. She unzipped the back of her short skirt and wiggled her hips as she pushed it down to her knees and stepped out of it. Her panties were nearly nonexistent. I suddenly noticed that I was standing there naked with my dick as hard as a rock. When Cindy stepped over the side of the tub to get in, I was close behind. I know she saw my hard-on as I slipped into the hot water.

I think Cindy quickly figured out what was going to happen. The bra disappeared fast as did the panties. Everybody was taking a turn kissing her and feeling her up. Unfortunately, it became obvious that I was not going to be the first to fuck her. One of the other guys had her bent over the top of the tub with her ass above the water. I watched as he ran the head of his big dick up and down the crack of her ass and then entered her smooth shaven love hole. She must have been wet and ready because he slipped right in without trouble. He fucked her hard while we all watched. Cindy was enjoying herself. She started out breathing hard, progressed to moaning and screamed “I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMMING” as he unloaded deep inside her.

At that point we moved the party inside. It was about 2:00 a.m. and that scream could have been heard a block away. I did not even get sloppy seconds. Mike was next to impale her cunt and Bob lined up in front of her face. He rubbed his cock over her face and along her full lips until they parted and accepted his manhood. Bob had a good sized tool and she had no trouble taking the entire length of it down her throat. She was really giving it a wet and sloppy blow. Each time he withdrew it before ramming it back down her throat, I could see that it was dripping with saliva. Mike grabbed her hips and unloaded. Bob unloaded down her throat almost simultaneously. Cindy made gurgling sounds tavşanlı escort as she struggled to swallow all the cum.

Cindy stood up to stretch for a moment and it was clear that she was not finished. She was just getting started. Before I could grab her to take her, she spied a guy in a recliner and mounted him. I was frustrated. She was going to be all fucked out before I got my pecker in her. As I stood there waiting my turn, I was fascinated by the view of her ass in the air and her cunt filled with a cock. I had heard of double dipping before, but never had the opportunity to try it. No time better than the present. I grabbed her hips. Her ass was at exactly the right height.

I wondered if there was room for two cocks in her cunt. I think she thought I was going to fuck her in the ass because she looked around and said “No! Do not fuck my ass!!” I told her not to worry and rammed the head of my cock at the top of her stretched fuck hole. She gasped and said “You can’t get two in there!” She was right, I couldn’t. Then I pressed my finger against the opening and it popped right in. That was a real strange sensation! With my finger still in her cunt, I lifted up and stuck the head of my cock against the opening. It was tight – REAL tight, but suddenly I was in.

I do not know how, but there were two cocks in Cindy’s snatch. I was afraid if I moved, I would pop out. Cindy was moaning “OH MY GOD, I don’t believe you are both fucking me at the same time. Cindy screamed “I’M CUMMMMMMMMMMMING” and I could feel her muscle contractions. The guy below started ramming in and out and I started doing the same thing. Cindy was still orgasming and gasping “FUCK ME, FUCK ME as hard as you can!” The guy below started grunting and I knew he was about to go over the edge. That caused me to lose it and we both filled her cunt at the same time. I have never cum so long or so hard. When we withdrew, Cindy’s hole stayed open and the cum ran out and onto the guy below. She had definitely been double dipped.

I do not think Cindy’s cunt contracted before somebody else filled her again. I heard a few complaints that her cunt was too loose and was all stretched out, but it did not stop anybody from fucking her. Despite her earlier protest she even took it up the ass a few times. By the time the sun rose, Cindy had been fucked at least thirty times. Mike had even gone around the neighborhood and notified a few of his buddies about the divorcee who was taking on all comers at his house.

To our absolute amazement, Cindy did not remain a party girl for long. Within a month she was back with her ex-husband and they remarried two months to the day after they were divorced. We were all invited to the wedding. I could not help wondering what he would think if he knew Cindy had been recently gang fucked and double dipped. Who knows, maybe it excited him to know that Cindy was a slut. Maybe he would like to watch us party with Cindy next time!!!

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Pam’s Lost Hours at the Shopping Centre

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This is a story I published a few years ago under a different profile. I have ‘tweaked’ it to try and make it better, but you will judge if the effect is right. Vote…comment please. Writers need encouragement – or constructive criticism.

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Part 1.”The innocent, unsuspecting prey…”

I blame myself. It was my own fault; I shouldn’t have bought that bloody book of bloody erotic stories. But you know how it is, we all have needs. Besides, a bit of titillation is nice when you’re at a loose end and the love of your life is a long way away. It’s normally quite harmless – a distraction, that’s all, an innocent way of easing the boredom and the sexual tension. That’s the way I look at it, anyway. Still, maybe I shouldn’t have bought that book…

I can’t tell anyone at all about this, especially not Richard. Sure, he’s a mature and modern thinking and a lovely man, and he wouldn’t be at all surprised if I slept with a pilot or a steward occasionally when I’m working away, just as I don’t think for one minute that he misses out on a chance to bang one of his pretty young sales girls whenever he gets the opportunity. We both have plenty of opportunity to screw around. But if I told him what I did, what just happened to me, it would blow his brains apart. I know it, his skull would probably implode. No excuses, though, none at all. It happened, and I can’t go back and change it. You can’t squeeze the toothpaste back into the tube, can you?

Nice Airport (that’s pronounced Neece, the French place), here I am stuck between flights because of a strike by ground safety crew – or “sapeurs-pompiers” as they like to call themselves. Surprise, surprise, yet another lightning action for more money and less work by French so-called workers. Same old story, same old national sport. Another one of those ‘lost days’ when I don’t know if I’ll take off or not. But nothing is going to move during the course of the afternoon at least. Of course, the airlines could risk taking their planes in or out, but in the event of an accident and supposedly no guarantee of fire fighting or rescue crews on the ground; the potential downside from lawsuits is inestimable. So, nothing will happen until the whole dispute is resolved. To the complete satisfaction of the unions, of course. There’s a meeting of management and unions later this afternoon, but nobody expects a result, let alone a positive one, at least until 18H00.

So here I am in Nice Airport. Anybody who’s passed any length of time waiting for delayed planes knows what it’s like to be stuck in an airport. The boredom factor is very high. The traditional medication for boredom is shopping and more shopping, coffee and more coffee. But there’s only so much coffee you can drink, only so many times you can flick through foreign language newspapers and magazines you can’t even read and don’t want to buy. Only so much Sudoku you can fix your weary grey cells on. There’s only so many times you can lust after those fabulous but highly priced designer goods you can’t afford. And Nice Airport doesn’t even have a Body Shop for god’s sake!

I call Richard; he only has a few minutes to talk and says he’ll be out of reach for the rest of the day. I end up wet between my legs. I shan’t see him for a few more days, by which time I shall be in need of close attention to intimate detail. And so will he, I hope.

I resist the temptation to have a private rub; I remind myself that a moist kiss is better than a hasty orgasm. What a joke! But I have to get out of this airport for a few hours, otherwise I’ll go crazy.

I could go to the beach, it isn’t too far away. God knows I could do with some sun on my body; I look a little pale for summer. If I don’t get any proper ultra violet on my skin soon, it’ll be the Clarins self-tan for me. And besides, I love to strip down to the buff and play peek-a-boo with the guys on the sands, carefully angling my legs so that they can almost see my bald pussy lips, and occasionally opening my knees to reveal all, just for the hell of it, knowing what’s happening to their naughty bits. It was Richard’s idea, of course, that I shave my pussy absolutely bald. He loves it. And I have to admit, it gets me moist down there when men reach for their towels to cover those delicious erections beginning to break surface all around me. Even men with partners lying alongside them simply can’t resist peeking. Hiding the precise direction of their eyes behind their designer sunglasses and pretending not to notice my charms, but swivelling their heads constantly. If they’re naked on a beach, it’s not so easy for them to hide a pumped up penis. I know I have a great body, and I know the effect I have on them. I know I’m a tasty bird, I know I have the power to excite men.

But then again, if I go to the beach in my uniform, I also know I’ll end up sweaty and salty, with sand in my hair and in my pussy and in a quite unacceptable state for work. If by some silifke escort unexpected chance, i.e miracle, we manage to get a takeoff slot for this evening, I have to be shiny clean, and ready for work at short notice.

I sensibly opt for a cooler alternative. Someone amongst the airport staff tells me about a massive new shopping centre close to the airport. I grab a quick, unsatisfying salad lunch courtesy of the visitors’ canteen, stow my flight bag and uniform jacket so I’ll be cooler in crisp, thin white blouse and sky blue skirt, and armed with my shoulder bag containing, of course, my credit cards, I leave the airport and take a taxi to the brand spanking new “Centre Commercial Lagrange”.

The taxi driver is a road maniac, pure and simple. At any time it’s scary driving on the wrong side of the road, but today I’ve never seen so many crazy manoeuvres achieved by a taxi driver over such a short distance. This one lives with his foot on brake and accelerator at the same time, and only my seat belt saves me from being thrown violently all around the car. The worst, though are the French kids on motor scooters. Suicidal two-wheel slalom at maximum speed seems to be another national sport. And when these idiots don’t have that two centimetre margin of safety to rocket between the bumpers of two cars, they eyeball me through their oversized smoked visors. I’m nervous; I’ve travelled enough in a sometimes ugly world to be wary of potential hijackers. I heard that some of these vicious thugs even carry hammers, ready to smash a car window if they see easy pickings. My crazy taxi driver clearly knows all about it – he watches every one of them, and his head swivels from road to rear view mirrors all the time. When these scooters pass alongside us and pause between death defying lurches, I don’t know whether they are ogling my bare knees or my tits, or just on the lookout for something to steal. My bag is carefully hidden out of sight, but I don’t give a shit if they can see my legs. I have good legs.

So we get to the shopping centre, I pay the man an indecent amount of euros plus a tip for the terror ride and go inside by the magnificent glass entrance. When I visit places like this, I always go straight to the top floor and work my way down. So I start my tour of the many shops, which are mostly blasting out obstinately loud techno music from one doorway to the next. I’m impressed by the quality of goods I see – all the designer labels I know, plus a lot that we don’t get back in the UK, even in New York. I’m tempted to bust my credit card limit and buy stuff everywhere, but I remain sensible. I allow myself, though, a very expensive bra and panties set in oyster, and start anticipating straight away Richard’s reaction when I start to parade it for him next week at home. He has this fetish about sexy underwear, and it’ll be a miracle if he can keep his cock in his trousers and his lovely hands off me before I finish the striptease number I shall do for him. There I go again, anticipating hot sex with Richard and wetting the gusset of my panties, without being able to do much about it for days and days. And days.

So I walk around, knowing that I look good. In my uniform I’m usually a kind of curiosity. I feel men’s eyes on me wherever I go. Standing outside women’s shoe shops waiting for their wives and girlfriends to exit, they look at my jiggling breasts, my legs and the swish of my hips under my thin blouse and skirt, which leave no mysteries about my sleek curves. There amongst the noise and the confusion of sour elderly ladies with slow plodding feet carrying shopping bags, I feel the eyes of French men mapping their routes around my body and imagining what it would be like to travel them. I’m aware of the occasional, exaggerated and lustful double-take as I pass a man head-on. I’m enjoying the sneaky, voyeuristic attention but keeping my cool air, my eyes forward; my sophisticated air hostess appearance is intact.

In a small, crowded boutique, I can’t avoid brushing against the body of a chunky, middle aged Frenchman between rails of summer dresses. We both turn inwards, so that our chests are touching, and he’s apologising even before we touch: “Pardon.” He has a pleasant body odour. I feel his barrel chest slide across my nipples and the metal of his belt buckle graze my belly, and there is an astonishing charge of electricity as we pass. My tit ends reverberate like crazy. I look back, and see that he’s trailing behind him a waddling, pregnant Emmanuelle Béart look-alike. I let him continue his life.

Time drags by. I look at brochures in a travel agency, but am more interested in drooling over the impossibly handsome, bronzed male models depicted on the beaches, than the holidays they’re trying to sell me. Finally, I run out of anything interesting to see on the top floor of the “Centre Commercial Lagrange”, and so I make my way towards one of the moving staircases, anticipating simav escort more treasures as yet undiscovered on the floor below. Anything that will get me through the next few hours.

There, I notice a couple of youths making a nuisance of themselves, blocking the way onto the belt. I’m not the only one who appears uneasy, one or two people clearly unnerved, walk away towards the stairs rather than take the escalator. One of these very unsavoury looking characters reminds me of Miss Piggy, an ugly sod, his military-style cargo pants are hanging loosely down below his MacDonald’s inflated pot belly, where his T-shirt has pulled up, showing a piercing ring in his navel. He’s not very tall. On his feet are unfastened trainers, white tongues flapping out of their laces. He sort of dances menacingly around a few metres in front of me, like a low grade amateur boxer, showing his teeth brace like a gum shield and uttering what I know must be disgusting things in French. The other one is taller and skinny, dressed much the same, but less ugly, not so frightening. He pivots sort of inanely too, but keeps looking furtively around him, as though inwardly fearful of being seen by someone from the centre sécurité. They both look at me with a lewd adolescent interest as I approach, eyeing the front of my blouse, then my classy legs. I see a long, pink tongue eject itself lasciviously from the little bugger’s mouth, and I am very unsettled.

My nerves tighten and begin to hum. My heartbeat quickens somewhat and I start to tingle inside with budding fear. But according to my flight training, I clutch my underwear package and shoulder bag against my breasts, I stride forward, looking straight ahead. The two nerds plant themselves in front of me and I stop dead in my tracks. I look up at their pimply, grinning, imbecile faces. Thoughts are flying around in my head like pipistrelles at dusk. I’m about to be robbed, I decide. You hear stories of rape, but that’s unlikely here in broad daylight in a shopping centre, isn’t it?

Just then a stocky, dark skinned youth with longish jet black hair brushes past me and literally shoulders Miss Piggy, enough to knock him off balance and spin him round to my right. The pig instinctively regains his balance and turns back to square up to my saviour. But equally quickly I see the grin has gone, and a look of apprehension, even of recognition has appeared in his eyes. When he sees the size and shape of his adversary, he starts to move backwards, like he’s doing a moonwalk. The other juvenile delinquent, now on my left, circles slowly around behind me trying to look tough but clearly keeping his distance, and finishes up beside his pal. Then my tall dark knight in denim bermuda style shorts and white T-shirt, whose tanned legs are a very nice shape, I note, says something I can’t translate, directly at them. The pig inelegantly hikes up his cargo pants, as though in final defiance, aims an imaginary pistol at the good guy and fires once, blows on the end of his smoking gun and slips it back into its holster. Both young thugs slouch away into the crowds, just like that. Game over, I say to myself. I’m grateful for the timely intervention of my young French vigilante hero.

The youth who has surely just saved me, deliberately or not, from losing my bag and my precious credit cards, maybe my new underwear, doesn’t look back. He steps onto the descending staircase and before I can come out of my near catatonic daze, he too has gone.

My heartbeat slows almost to normal by the time I step off the escalator at the bottom and continue my tour on the lower level. Now I need a shot of quality caffeine, and also I decide to get something to read. I’m lucky; there is a large bookshop, or “librairie” as they say in French, on this floor, with even an English books section. They must get lots of anglophones from the airport, passing though. I can read some French and manage to speak it quite well after a glass of wine or two. But novels can be hard work in anything other than your mother tongue, and are certainly not relaxed reading in French. So I’m especially pleased when I find a small selection of erotic novels in English. I shouldn’t get myself excited, I know, with my Richard a thousand kilometres away, but I give in to my immediate need for personal cerebral stimulation and pick up one of those ubiquitous blockbusters about South Carolina rice plantations. You know the kind: disgustingly rich American white masters and mistresses on black slave-driven plantations in centuries gone by, the men screwing the black slave women instead of their own wives, and the white women bedding the big handsome black bucks at will. ‘Gone with the Wind’ but with blatant sex on demand, if you like. It’s a nice thick book, and I think it could keep me going for a few hours, perhaps more if that strike goes on. And on.

I pay for it, carry on browsing the boutiques for a while, looking söke escort for a place to escape the madding crowd. I find a cosy looking coffee bar piping out bland but quiet pop music, where I sit down and order a large cappuccino. I look around me and see people eating, drinking, yawning, tapping fingers on tables, cracking their knuckles, reading, talking on mobiles, dreaming, even sleeping. I see heads swivelling in a dozen directions. When my coffee comes at last, I lace my fingers through the ear of the cup, feel the heat on my palm, sniff in the odour. I open my book and sink rapidly into my caffeine and erotic encounters. It’s an easy read; my eyes fly across the paragraphs, and loose-end boredom soon becomes increasing lubricity.

I lose track of time somewhat reading about all those black bodies and frantic couplings, then realise, not only that my cappuccino is finished and I am dribbling love juices into my panties again, feeling a growing urge for penile penetration, but I also need to pee. I make my way to the ladies, there’s always one on each floor in these places. In the cubicle, I pull up my skirt and slip down my panties. I notice how moist my pussy lips are, am encouraged to take instant advantage of this natural lubricant, am simply overwhelmed by a sudden urge to masturbate. Visions in my head of all this interracial stuff have been just too much for me, and I can’t restrain my natural instincts. I am a very highly sexed woman. I make myself a nest of toilet paper on the wc seat, as I always do in public toilets. Sitting there, I pee, and at the same time start to finger my emergent love button as golden water trickles, then spurts out of my pussy lips. I manipulate my clitoris delicately at first and the focus of my fantasies switches between my beloved Richard who is several million miles away just when I need him, and hard, sweaty, black male flesh.

I glance at puerile felt-tip pen sketches on the cubicle door and walls, of cocks and pussies created by either female sex fiends or frustrated artists; there are even phone numbers. I try to decipher a few badly written French words I can’t understand. I resist the temptation to write down the phone numbers. It’s like being in a non-speaking confessional. I close my eyes to shut it all out, and I rub on my clit, enjoying the anticipation of a burst of sexual release.

Suddenly I hear a high-pitched humming in my ears all around me and feel a sting on my inner thigh. Fucking mosquitoes! How I detest those nasty little things. Why me, I ask myself? It’s uncanny just how mosquitoes always manage to find me when I’m anywhere south of Gatwick. How they seem to love good quality British blood! That’s it, I say, rubbing session over, orgasmus interruptus. I’m still wet, my insides are contracting deliciously and I’m absolutely longing for a quick climax, but I also know I need to get out of this cubicle before the hateful little bugger tells all his pals there’s pure English blood to be had on the WC menu and they all join in the sanguine feast.

I tidy my hair and freshen my makeup like all good air hostesses do, and I wander on through the Centre Commercial Lagrange looking anxiously for a pharmacie and hopefully some cool soothing ointment that might be available without prescription for my itching mosquito bite. I also look over my shoulder periodically, you can’t be too careful. I check my voicemail. I hear my Richard’s soft sexy voice say ‘hi darling’, that he’s thinking about me between heavy and boring meetings and has a hardon. My heart goes out of rhythm. Then I listen to an over-long complaint about life from my mother which cancels out the pleasant bumping in my chest. No news from the airport is bad news I guess. After drifting in and out of one or two more classy shops on this floor, after successfully resisting overwhelming temptations to buy, and then getting cross at seeing no sign of a pharmacie anywhere, I need to get back to my book, back to my fascinating story.

I spot another smart café bar, where I order another cappuccino and this time a “patisserie” and dive once more directly back into my own personal, private, erotic world of hot, steamy colonial rice plantations and those utterly fascinating and endless black and white fucking permutations, pausing only to slip my hand furtively under my skirt on a regular basis to scratch my itching thigh, where a large, angry red bump has now developed. This is the only distraction from my lubricity for a while.

“Mistress Anna whimpered, as she felt the hard callused palm of Sam the plantation worker’s hand slam across her pale delicate face. She clutched her cheek as she fell backwards, half sitting, half lying, onto her wide, luxurious bed, looking up through tearful, fearful eyes at Sam’s sweaty, glistening, naked black torso. She could smell his appalling odour; his black chest heaved, showing his huge pectorals and Mistress Anna saw a mixture of lust and racial hatred on his wide, flat-nosed, thick lipped face as he glared down at her. He said nothing, but began to unbuckle his thick leather belt. His baggy, filthy, worn out pants fell to the ground, and his long, black snake of a penis sprang out, distending and swelling before poor Mistress Anna’s eyes.”

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Pledging The SUK Sorority Ch. 02

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Thanks for the (mostly) positive responses to “Pledging the SUK Sorority” and for the suggestions I received for the remainder of the story. I always appreciate hearing from readers, hearing what you found “hot”, and soliciting your ideas to incorporate into my stories.

To the one reader who was upset that I didn’t “warn” him that this story wasn’t complete in one installment – well, Ex-cuuuuuuuuuse me! Sorry, I thought most people would appreciate a story that didn’t cram 11 blowjobs into a one-pager. Guess I screwed up. These stories take a lot of time and effort – and most people DO appreciate that. I haven’t got a problem getting negative feedback, but if you haven’t got the guts to sign your name and give me an e-mail address to respond to you, then please don’t waste my time.

On the bright side – thanks to a special reader who has given me some great information about the situation we find “Laura” in. Look for her ideas to be incorporated into future episodes of the story.

Pledging the SUK Sorority – part 2 (of an undetermined number of parts)

The next man was led forward and positioned in front of Laura. His cock hung directly in front of her, full, swollen, but not fully erect. She could see it throbbing in time to his heartbeat, maybe a bit bigger than average, but with a prominent purple head that would soon be filling her mouth. The sister leading him pulled the black back off of his head. Laura had to consciously divert her eyes from his cock to look up at his face.

He was grinning wickedly down at her, and his cock immediately inflated to stand upright.

“Ready to suck cock bitch?” he sneered. Laura ignored the comment, knowing this was the kind of jerk she’d tell to go fuck himself if he ever tried to pick her up. She tried to mentally disconnect his attitude from his cock, telling herself that this was a purely physical event. He was grasping the base of his cock now, directing it towards her mouth and reaching for her head with his other hand. She dutifully opened her mouth and allowed the jerk to shove his now-dripping cock roughly into her mouth.

“Oh Yeah! You sorority sluts give the best head!” he moaned out as he pumped his hips and grasped the sides of her head.

Laura wondered how the sisters acting as handlers would determine if a guy was being too rough. Her hands were still tied behind her, so aside from a muffled cry, she wasn’t sure how she could alert them – not that she wanted to give the asshole fucking her mouth that satisfaction. She noticed they had stepped a little closer to him, apparently aware that he was nearing the limit of how “assertive” he was allowed to be.

“Are you being a good little cum-swallower you little cocksucker?” he goaded her as he thrust his hips. “Been swallowing every drop so far you cum whore?”

His tempo was increasing now and he was breathing hard. Typical male jerk she thought – 2 minutes and he’s out of gas – the kind of guy that would leave a girl high and dry and reaching for the vibrator in the nightstand.

She felt his cock swelling in her mouth, the head riding along the roof of her mouth now and she prepared for the torrent of cum her thoughtful sisters has arranged for her.

“Aurgh, yeah!” he moaned out, grabbing his cock by the base again and pulling it from her mouth.

Laura was surprised and before she could regain her composure, he shot a hot stream of cum across her face. Her sisters also seemed stunned and unable to react immediately.

His second burst caught mainly in the mouth, but also her chin and down her neck. He stroked and milked his cock, spraying the rest of his seed on her breasts.

He sorgun escort stood back and laughed, “You look good that way slut, covered in my cum.”

“Sergeant at Arms!” the mistress of ceremonies called out.

A sister in a black satin robe strode from the shadows toward the man who had just cum in Laura’s face and stood between him and Laura.

“You have violated the agreement.”

He sneered at her, “What are YOU gonna do about it bitch? Besides, I think the little slut looks better covered in cum.”

She said only “take him.”

From behind Amy, four figures emerged from the shadows. Male, shirtless, skin-tight satin pants, hooded – but differently than the men she was servicing. These hoods looked like ones that medieval executioners wore.

The surrounded the offender and took him firmly by the arms.

“The proceedings are hereby suspended,” called out the mistress of ceremonies.

Laura started to object – it wasn’t her fault that this jerk pulled out and came all over her. “Hey! Wait…..”

She was quickly hushed by Amy.

“Shhh – quiet.”

“Dammit! This isn’t fair, he….” Laura protested.

“Quiet! Don’t worry, just listen.” Amy hissed.

“The male has violated the terms of his contract and his actions will not affect the pledge’s status,” the Mistress of ceremonies announced, “attendants will please see to the pledge, the pledges sponsor will inform her of the procedure.”

Two or three sisters descended on Laura with towels and washcloths, washing away the evidence of the facial she had just received.

Amy helped her to her feet and whispered in her ear as she untied her wrists.

“OK – here’s the deal,” she nodded in the direction of the man who had just cum in her face, “his actions don’t cause you to fail the test – it wasn’t hour fault that you didn’t swallow, so it doesn’t count against you – that’s the good news.

“The good news,” Laura asked, “I guess that means there’s bad news?”

Amy nodded, “Yup, it also doesn’t count for you.”

Laura looked puzzled.

“Your test was to service 11 guys and swallow their cum, you didn’t swallow his, so it doesn’t count toward the 11 you have to swallow.”

“WHAT!?” Laura blurted.

“Shhh, shuttup,” Amy hushed her, “that’s the procedure, deal with it.”

“But there was 11 guys, now I’m one short?”

“Not exactly….”Amy trailed off.

Even as she said it, Laura could see that the door had opened across the room, and another hooded man had been brought in to stand in line awaiting his turn to be serviced.

“You’re fuckin’ kidding!” Laura whispered hoarsely, “Now I gotta do another guy?”

“‘Fraid so kid – does that piss you off?” Amy grinned.

“Hell yeah, that jerk screwed me over with his macho bullshit – like getting a blowjob isn’t enough, he has to go and cum all over me…”

“Hold that thought, I think you’ll like what comes next in that case.”

The Mistress of ceremonies spoke again.

“The Sergeant at Arms will attend to the contract breaker. The pledge will have right of first refusal.”

Another sister walked slowly to the center of the room carrying a silver tray draped in red velvet. Two other pushed a fancy looking crate on wheels into the room. The crate was about 3 feet high and seemed to have upholstery on the top of it. The sisters stopped, and set brakes on the wheels of the crate.

Laura turned to Amy, “Right of first refusal? What is she talking about?”

Amy tried to keep a straight face, “The guy who just came all over you – he broke an agreement with the Sorority – they süleymanpaşa escort don’t take very well to that, so he’s gonna be punished. Usually, only a confirmed sister would be allowed to do that, but since you’re the wronged party here, you are extended the right to do it.”

“Do it? Do what?” Laura asked.

“Geez, I thought I sponsored a smart girl.” Amy said, pointing over to the crate, “See that, it’s a spanking horse.” She pointed over to the sister with the silver tray. “See that, there’s a paddle on that tray.” She indicated the four executioners. “See them, they’re gonna put Mr. Cum-shot over the spanking horse – get it?”

Laura though for a second.

“Lemme see if I understand this right,” she begins, nodding at the guy who came all over her – who was now being dragged to the padded crate by the four executioners, “because this bozo decides he’s gonna be a dick and cums all over me, I have to suck another guy’s cock?

“Yep”

“….and I have the option of paddling his bare ass while those 4 big guys hold him?”

“That’s about the size of it.”

Laura leaned close to Amy and whispered, “Am I being judged on whether or not I paddle him, or how hard I do it?”

Amy rolled her eyes.

“You’re being judged on everything that you do. This guy cumming on you doesn’t affect your petition, but how you respond to it does. I can’t tell you what to do.”

Laura thought for a second more.

“Tell your boss I’ll do it.”

Amy nodded to the Mistress of ceremonies.

“The pledge chooses to claim her right of retribution against the contract-breaker.” Announced the head sister.

A hushed cheer filled the room.

The Mistress spoke again.

“Show the other males what happens to contract breakers.”

The sisters supervising the nine men to be serviced pulled the hoods from their heads. They blinked and saw the contract-breaker securely held across the spanking bench by the 4 executioners.

“The pledge will administer the punishment for breaking a Sigma Upsilon Contract.”

Amy gave Laura a nudge in the back, toward the sister with the draped silver tray, “Give him hell Laura,” she whispered.

Laura walked slowly to the sister with the draped silver tray. She saw what looked like a classic frat paddle with the Greek letters that named the Sorority. She took the paddle from the tray and the sister holding it bowed and stepped back.

Laura hefted the paddle, it wasn’t quite the old-fashioned frat paddle she’s seen before. It was the same dimensions, except thinner and lighter. The handle was long enough to let her grip it with both hands. She ran her hand along the length of the surface, it was smooth. It seemed to be made of some modern composite material that was strong and rigid, but very light. She gripped it and gave it a test swing. Looking up, she noticed that all eyes were upon her. She had forgotten that she was naked except for the mask, but at the moment, payback was on her mind.

She leaned close to the contract-breaker’s head and whispered to him: “Slut? Whore? Bitch? I guess it’s time for you to eat those words Mr. Macho man.”

“Go fuck yourself bitch!” he fairly spat at her.

Laura grinned, a little pleased that he had been nasty even now – she felt a little less mean about what she was about to do.

She stepped behind and off his left hip as the four “executioners” seized him more firmly and bent him fully over the spanking horse. His muscular ass was positioned perfectly for her to apply the paddle she held in her hands. Even though she wasn’t hesitating intentionally, the Mistress talas escort of Ceremonies seemed to sneak a last-minute announcement in before she begain.

“See what the fate of contract breakers shall be at Sigma Upsilon Kappa shall be.”

A robed sister opposite Laura produced a spray bottle and quickly misted the bare male bottom presented in front of her – the moisture would make each smack of the paddle sting even more.

Laura could see that the SUK sorority took contracts very seriously, and she almost pushed the “revenge” aspect of her situation aside. She could see that in addition to satisfying her desire to make this macho asshole scream for her own pleasure, she owed a proper “penalty” to him for the breaking of a contract with the sorority.

She leaned close to his face as she whispered to him again: “No problem asshole – enjoy your paddling.”

She stepped into position and squared off to her target. It was almost unbelievable that she was naked in a room full of her future sisters and half a dozen naked men. She eyed Mr. Macho’s bare ass in front of her as she raised the paddle. She drew it back and gave it a swing.

“CRACK!”

She was surprised how fast the light composite paddle swung in her hands. She really hit hi much harder than she intended, but the stroke landed true and even though he stifled any outcry, she could tell from his body’s reaction that her stroke had stung him good.

“SMACK!” She swung again, striking her target true and hard.

His muscular body bucked as the four strong executioners held him firmly.

Laura drew the paddle back again and lined up

“Crack!” The paddle found it’s mark again – a stifled cry escaping the recipient’s lips.

Laura grinned – she made it her goal to have him crying out freely before she considered her task complete.

“Smack!” the next blow fell on his reddening cheeks.

“FUCK!” he screamed out his anguish.

Laura grinned and tried not to gloat over the turn of events.

“Enjoy it Mr. Cumshot” she said quietly as she swung the paddle briskly.

“CRACK!!!”

“DAMN!!!!!!” He screamed as he thrashed helpless in the grip of the SUK executioners.

“Ready to apologize?” she asked him sweetly.

“FUCK YOU BITCH!” he screamed, sputtering and thrashing.

“Have it your way asshole,” as she swung the paddle again – harder this time.

“Aurugh!” he groaned as his whole body convulsed with her stroke.

Laura kept going, waiting for a reason to stop.

She focused on the round globes of his muscular buttocks – and swung hard.

“Crack!” – “AAAAAAHHHHH!” he yelled, panting.

Laura waited for him to open a dialog – and swung again.

“SMACK!!!!” – “OOOOWWWWWWWW!!!!!” he screamed.

Laura almost felt sorry for the owner of the bright-red ass in front of her – as she swung the paddle hard again.

“CRACK!!!!!”

“AOAOAWWWWWW!” He moaned out and started whimpering.

Laura’s heart softened and she gently asked, “anything you’d like to say?”

He sniffed as the tears dripped onto the waxed floor. Laura was about to draw the paddle back again.

“sorry” he croaked out.

“What was that?” she asked quietly.

“I’m SORRY!” he cried out, breaking into full sobs.

Laura almost started to cry herself, but blinked and straightened up. She turned to acknowledge the Mistress of Ceremonies – who nodded at her – and then turned to hold the paddle out to the sister who had held the tray.

Laura placed the paddle on the tray and walked as slowly as she could back to Amy and her former position. Her heart was pounding and she was short of breath.

“I need a break,” she panted to Amy, “really.”

Amy whispered something to a sister next to her, who walked briskly to the Mistress of Ceremonies, who nodded back in Amy’s direction.

“OK – come with me,” Amy said, taking Laura by the hand, “I think you need to sit for a while.”

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