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One of my first jobs after finishing college thirty years ago was to work at the home of a couple whose fortune was made in the real-estate boom in Texas. I was 25 then, they were in their early forties. I had a lanky athletic build, being 5′ 10″, 175 lbs., and loved cycling, using every opportunity to bicycle, even to work.

The couple I worked for was normal in every respect except for one detail I hadn’t noticed at first. They didn’t sleep together. For whatever reason unknown to me at the time, they slept in separate bedrooms. While I worked hard week by week to maintain their home, clean their cars and water the plants in their sprawling multi-floored residence, their twenty-one year old maid took care of the laundry and cooking. As time went on, I became more familiar with the wife, who was actually my boss more than the husband. She was extraordinarily beautiful and elegant, intelligent and witty. I began to have sexual fantasies about her and couldn’t help but integrate her into my daily masturbation sessions, which were sometimes conducted on their pool-house toilet.

I was a typical horny male who hadn’t had much sexual experience except for a lot of masturbation when young conducted while looking at my father’s porn magazines. I had a girlfriend that I loved but had never sex with. Her older sister attempted to seduce me, but I stopped her advances before they progressed to intercourse because I cared so much for her sister. I had a normal youth’s fantasies that focused especially on performing cunnilingus.

As time went on, I became familiar with the interior of the couple’s home, and I eventually found a drawer full of Mrs. B.’s used pantyhose–they were clean but she had worn them at least once. I would stare at them in the drawer–different colors, all sheer and seamless, and I knew that the crotch fabric had touched her pussy and asshole. I was especially drawn to the white ones since I had seen her wear them and I liked the way white showed off her sexy legs. I took a pair, stuffed them in my pocket, and took them to the pool-house where I used them in my masturbation sessions, sniffing and licking the fabric and rubbing my erect penis against the crotch before I ejaculated into them. I dabbed up the semen and let them dry, slipping them back into her drawer. The stain was barely visible on the white fabric, but it excited me knowing that her pussy would contact my semen.

I occasionally wore a pair under my jeans, and was especially excited when I wore them in her presence. Their tightness, since my hips were broader than hers, stimulated my penis and scrotum. I would fantasize what she would say if I suddenly pulled off my jeans in front of her, projecting and lunging my hips and my erect cock towards her, and telling her that the pantyhose I was wearing were hers. Once, I wore a pair for several hours, went up to her bedroom, slipped them off, placed them in her drawer, and put on my own underwear and jeans.

As I gained experience working at their house, Mrs. B. became more familiar with me, and I often met with her in the morning to discuss the plans for my work day. She often was still in bed wearing her negligee or in her bathroom preparing to shower or dress. I once saw her in lingerie walking up the stairs to her bedroom, with her hand covering her private area under her panties and garter and her arm blocking my view of her breasts in her lift-up bra as we passed on the stairs.

I came upstairs to her bedroom once to talk to her and I saw her from behind sitting on her bathroom stool wearing only pantyhose, her full backside exposed to me while she talked on the phone. I stood staring at her for nearly a minute and she never glanced back at me, even though she must have known I was there.

Other instances included when she asked me to hold a ladder while she climbed up to retrieve some shoes from the top of her closet. She was dressed in a very tight skirt and nude pantyhose, and my eyes were fixed on her backside. I couldn’t help but look at her sexy legs and gaze up her skirt as she stood near the top of the ladder. I could look right between her legs at where her vulva and anus were through the thin fabric. I thought that she must have known what she was revealing to me, even playfully warning me not to look up her skirt.

Then there were the times she would talk to me from the stairs while she’d sit at face level and slightly spread apart her legs as we talked so I could look up her skirt. Once, after I purchased her a workout bike, she asked me how to adjust the seat. Then she went into her bathroom to change and emerged wearing a thong leotard cut high on the hips. Her protruding, round buttocks were quite visible through the thin, sheer fabric. She even noticed me ogling her backside as she sat astride the bicycle seat but didn’t say anything. I also saw her dressed in a slit skirt, with no discernible underwear, a see-through bra walking around the house displaying her full breasts and nipples, and a very skimpy thong bikini down at the pool. One time she wore a one-piece, see-through bikini and went swimming while I worked down at the pool-house. Bostancı Escort When she came out of the water, her tits, nipples, and pussy we’re completely visible. Putting all these incidents together made me think that exposing herself to me in these ways could only mean that she was trying to seduce me.

She began to share personal details of her sex life, mentioning her husband’s infidelities as the reason for their estrangement and her lack of an intimate partner. She was upset that he “would rather screw some young girl instead of me” and that she had to masturbate as a result. She asked me what I thought of masturbation and when I told her I practiced in it regularly, she admitted she also engaged in masturbation almost daily, adding that she preferred a dildo to her fingers or hand but was too embarrassed to purchase one in a porn shop. When I offered to get her one, she told me to get her one that looked and felt realistic, was flexible, soft and not too large and she would repay me. I told her I didn’t know what too large meant, and she said to use my own penis as a gauge.

When I presented it to her I told her I forgot to get her lubricant for vaginal insertion but she told me she already had some. She reported back a few days later that she really appreciated my getting it for her and it was a real help to her falling asleep. I asked her how insertion of the dildo felt and how long she needed to masturbate each night and she said having a dildo inside her vagina felt almost as good as a real penis and it took her about twenty minutes of pumping inside her pussy to reach orgasm.

She said, “how about you?” How long do you jack off before you cum? And do you ejaculate each time?”

I said, “usually, about the same length of time, ” depending on what I was thinking about when I’m doing it. And yes, I usually ejaculate each time I masturbate. Of course, there are times when I don’t feel well and I just can’t reach a climax.”

“I know what you mean. So what do you think about when you masturbate?”

“Do you really want me to tell you?”

“Yes, don’t be shy. I’m a mature woman and I know everything there is to know about sex.”

“You do? Ok, I’ll tell you. I like to think about licking a woman’s pussy, especially if I know her. Sometimes when I’m standing next to a woman, I will fantasize about licking her pussy. That’s what I think of mostly when I’m masturbating.”

“Mmm, I also like to masturbate while thinking about having my pussy licked, especially by a younger man.”

“Great. So we masturbate thinking about the same thing.”

“Except I’m receiving it and you’re giving it.”

“Yes, I really hope that soon I’ll find a woman who will let me put my face between her legs so I can lick her vulva, her most sensitive area.”

“I expect that sooner or later, some woman will offer to let you perform this service on her, probably someone you already know. Tell me, have you ever fantasized about licking my pussy?”

“Oh, Mrs. B., I was hoping you wouldn’t ask. Yes, I have, frequently. I dream about you forcing me to lie between your legs and beneath your buttocks to lick your cunt and asshole.”

“I thought as much. And what about intercourse; have you had your penis inside a girl’s vagina yet?”

“No on that score, either.”

“Wow, that’s tough, to be horny and not to be able to have sex. Well, hopefully while in my employ, you will begin to have a regular, healthy sex life.”

I was getting horny during this conversation, and I was at that moment thinking of Mrs. B’s cunt, and what it would feel and taste like to be kissing and licking it.

There was a time when she seemed very lonely and asked me to come upstairs to talk to her. She had on a tight-fitting short skirt. I started feeling horny as I she spoke to me in a hushed voice. She had a couch near her bed and asked me to sit in it as we talked. She sat very close to me and at one point pressed her pantyhose-clad thigh against mine. Her blouse was slightly open and I could clearly see the mounds of the top of her breasts as I peered over. She told me that she was very lonely and asked me to take her to see a movie. I told her I didn’t think it was appropriate as she was a mature, married woman. She said not to worry about it, as her husband would not mind of he found out, but probably would never know.

So, we ended up going to see La Bonne, a French erotic movie with sub-titles at a small theatre. She had dressed in an elegant low-cut dress showing ample cleavage. I knew I would be staring at her breasts in that dress all night.

The plot line was strangely coincidental, with the neglected wife of a wealthy investor become sexually involved with her maid, and the two of them performing mutual masturbation and cunnilingus. I asked Mrs. B. If she liked the subject of the movie and she said it was something that she fantasied about. I asked her if she meant having oral sex with Annabelle and she said, “yes, but she is resistant.” During the movie she asked me why I had not yet performed cunnilingus on a woman.

“I just haven’t had the proper relationship with Kadıköy Escort a woman to perform it.”

“Then you’ve desired to lick a woman’s pussy all these years?”

“Yes, although I have earnestly desired to perform the act on a woman in my fantasies, I have not had an opportunity.”

“Would you like to lick a woman’s pussy now?” she asked.

“Yes, I have, very much so.”

“Would you like to lick the pussy of a woman who’s older than you?”

“Yes, I think I would like that fine.”

“Good, because I’m looking for a younger man to regularly perform cunnilingus on me. Would you be interested in doing so on me?”

“I think if you presented your pussy to me right now, I’d be inclined to perform it on you. Yes, I would definitely like to have my face between your legs and my lips glued to your vagina, Mrs. B.”

“Well, I’ll think of a scenario where we can indulge your sexual fantasies upon me.”

“Oh, Mrs. B., I would really love to lick your pussy in a proper way. Will you show me how to do it? Will you be my teacher?”

“Yes, I will lie so on the bed that you can lie with your face between my legs or I shall sit upon your face.”

“Aren’t you worried that Mr. B. will find out?”

“Mr. B. is screwing young girls instead of me. He isn’t going to care if I ask you for sexual favors. Besides, it’s not intercourse.”

I told her I was hard now because of the movie and thinking about licking her pussy. She asked me “not to masturbate too much thinking about it.” I told her I wouldn’t be able to help it. She told me not to worry, that soon enough I would taste her vaginal fluids as she moaned in sexual pleasure.

Shortly afterwards, Mrs. B. was ill and asked Annabelle, the young maid, to help her insert a suppository up her rectum. Annabelle was a short brunette who often wore a white skirt without a slip so you could clearly see her panties through her skirt. Having told Mrs. B. that she didn’t feel comfortable touching her in such an intimate way, Anabelle proposed that I come up and perform this service for her since she couldn’t reach behind her own buttocks to insert the pill. Annabelle came downstairs and told me I was needed immediately upstairs by Mrs. B. but didn’t tell me why. When I arrived, she was sitting on the bed in a short nightgown.

She explained that she wasn’t feeling well and thought a suppository would help. I assumed she wanted a vaginal suppository and that she needed me to go to the store and buy one, but she said, no, she was constipated and already had the pill but she needed help inserting it into her rectum and, unfortunately, couldn’t do it herself. I was shocked but told her I would try to help. She unwrapped it and handed it to me, and told me to sit on a stool at the edge of the bed.

She got on the bed on all fours facing away from me and told Annabelle to lift up her nightgown over her hips and spread apart her buttocks and that I didn’t have to look if I didn’t want to. I told her it wouldn’t bother me to look, but it was strange staring at her crotch–her spread open ass cheeks, hairy pussy and anus–with Annabelle standing next to me spreading open the flesh around Mrs. B.’s anus. She told me to lubricate my index finger with KY jelly, press the pill firmly against her anus, push it in, and hold it inside her rectum for a minute or so until it dissolved. She said she had rinsed herself on her bidet so she should be reasonably clean. She said she hoped she didn’t embarrass us showing us her hairy genital area, but I said it was okay, and that her labia were beautiful.

As I inserted the pill inside her, she winced and cried out but as my finger went in, she said it felt good. My penis was becoming engorged as I felt the pressure of her anal sphincter as it gripped my finger. I commented that her anus was very tight around my finger. She acknowledged that her husband had also said that her anus was tight. I stared at her clitoris and labia, and she probably assumed I was enthralled by the sight of the pussy I had wanted to lick, but she never asked about it. After a few minutes I withdrew my finger and she said that, hopefully, she would be able to defecate soon. She thanked me and Annabelle and told me to wash my hands in her bathroom.

She requested that I remain while she tried to have a bowel movement. She had me sit on a chair across from her while she lifted up her nightgown and sat on her toilet. I could see her facial expression go from pain as she strained to push out her stool to one of relief as I heard the stool drop into the bowl. She wiped and stood up in front of me nude. I stared at her hairy bush as my cock grew harder.

“Is your asshole sore now from pushing so hard? I bet that feels better now.”

“Yes, although it’s sore from so much straining. Could I ask you to once more put your finger in my ass and spread some mentholated lubricant inside?”

“Sure, no problem, I don’t mind.”

She got on the edge of the bed and once more bent over with her head on the bed, lifting her skirt over her buttocks, and with both her hands, spread her ass cheeks wide open. I could Göztepe Escort see her hairy vulva and her anal sphincter again.

I spread some lubricant on my finger and plunged my middle finger into her while she moaned. Clearly she was experiencing sexual pleasure from this. I pumped my finger in and out and in slow circles. I also caressed her labia and gently rubbed her clitoris.

“Are you hard, Daniel?”

“You know it. I feel like I’m very close to coming.”

“You can jack off if you want to. Slip off your jeans.”

I withdrew my finger and I removed my jeans and underwear. I grabbed by erection and starting stroking it as I stared at her behind. As she peered at me from between her legs, she reached behind her great buttocks and spread apart her crack even more so I could get a good look at both of her openings. My stroking became furious as I approached my climax.

“Cum onto these pantyhose that I just wore so I can lick up your semen,” she said as I shot my load into the crotch of her worn pantyhose. She took the hose from my hand and smelled the emission before sucking it into her mouth. She swallowed while I watched.

“That was so intense. I really liked staring at your crotch like that. I kept thinking how you would smell and taste in there. Thank you for helping me to ejaculate.” She thanked me as I washed and I left.

Annabelle later asked me if I felt horny looking at her bare crotch and to have my finger up inside her anus. I told her that my penis had become hard while I was looking at her pussy. She thought it strange that she would tell us about her husband finding her anus tight. I told her that she probably wanted us both to see her sex organs close-up since she fantasized about both young men and women performing cunnilingus on her. Her husband had probably performed anal sex on her, and that I would undoubtedly think of the images of her pussy and asshole the next time I masturbated. Annabelle asked how often I masturbated, and I told her once a day, usually in the pool-house around noon.

“Really,” she gasped, “I had no idea you were so horny. Would you mind if I tagged along with you to the pool-house some time when it’s time for you to do your thing?”

I asked why, and she said she thought it might be exciting to sit outside the bathroom and talk to me while I was in a “state of total horniness” and she would like to listen to any sounds I’d make. I said maybe she could masturbate with me, and she said it was possible. I asked her if she masturbated much and she said, “About once a day, when I go to bed at night.” I told her thought it was cool that we could discuss masturbation together.

Not long after the suppository incident, as I masturbated, I had a strong fantasy that I wanted to confess to Mrs. B. that since I had seen her genital area, I had the need to masturbate in the pool-house once a day, around lunch time, and if she needed me, that’s where I’d be. She told me she understood that the sight of her pussy had been exciting to me, and that it was okay, as long as I cleaned up the semen afterwards. Sometimes around 12:00 noon she’d ask me if I was getting ready to go down to jack off. I told her I was. She offered me one of her women’s lingerie catalogs to help me with my sexual fantasies as I stroked.

“I know the girls in these catalogs aren’t nude, but try looking at the pictures while you are masturbating and let me know if they help you. I have a lot of lingerie catalogs and you can take them down with you to the pool-house and store them in a cabinet, out of view. If these don’t work, I’ll have to get you something stronger.”

“You mean porn?”

“Yes, or I’ll give you pictures to look at.”

“Do you have some pictures of nude women?”

“No, but we can take some.”

“Do you mean we could take pictures of you?”

“Yes, but first try these catalogs and see if they don’t help.”

I thanked her and stuffed several of them under my arm. After several masturbation sessions I told her they were helpful, especially the taller women in sheer pantyhose, but I needed to look at a picture of a woman’s pussy when I masturbate. She told me to come into her bedroom and she would let me take some Polaroid pictures of her pussy. She lifted up her skirt and showed me her thong panties. I asked her if I could get a few pictures of her in her panties. She lay on the bed and opened her legs, pulling the fabric of her panties up so that the crotch was pulled up between her labia.

“That’s good stroking material,” I said.

“I’ll give you a lot more.”

Then she stripped the panties off and opened her legs. Her hand dipped into her hairy muff and spread open her labia. I leaned forward and took close-up pictures of her wide open cunt. I had her lie back farther and tilt her hips back so I could frame her pussy and asshole in the same picture. Then I had her turn around and bend over with her hands reaching around her buttocks to spread apart her ass cheeks for full exposure of her deep crack, pussy, and asshole. She even drew her new dildo out from the nightstand, lubricated it, and fully inserted it into her pussy for some pictures. I took ten pictures in all. She told me to hide the pictures and not let anyone else see them. These were the pictures that I was usually stroking to when I was about to ejaculate.

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I think I am feeling rather naughty. But, not naughty in the way you want me to feel. . .I want to be bad!

I want to make you watch me be bad. Watch. That’s all I want you to do! I know you think I am mean. Oh well.

Let me give you some material to base that assumption on, and turn it into a fact. . . I put on a pretty, ivory colored nightgown. For some unexplainable reason, ivory looks good on me. As you would expect, I am clean, smelling good and soft. The nightgown is all I am wearing; well, I’d also put on the devilish smile! If you are really lucky, maybe I could even convince my hair to stay curly.

I have you to sit on my bed, near the foot. I have tons of pillows, so I you can make yourself comfortable on a few of them. You must save me a few– I don’t want to be uncomfortable with what I have planned in my mind. There is just enough light– not too dim, but bright enough for you to clearly see the sight presented before you. I’m a music person, so I turn on some kind of nasty music– Prince. The absolute king of nasty tunes! Oh, I need a beat, that’s why it would be Prince.

Do you think you are going to get a lap dance or something? If that is what you are thinking– wrong! I have something else I want to show you. I plop (yes, plop is the best word!) myself down at the head of my bed. I fluff my pillows, then lean back onto them. I can tell you are curious, with a touch of boredom. I know. You want to touch. Too bad. You get to watch.

I’m not saying anything at this point. You are asking a few questions, which I refuse to answer. You watch my knees go up, seeing my feet planted firmly on the bed. You now realize you can see some pussy. Not a whole lot, gaziantep zenci escort because the pesky nightgown falls over the pussy. You ask some other questions, as you start to move yourself closer to me.

Now I speak– “I’m about to do something here, and you’re in my space. So move back!” A bit disappointed, you shift yourself back to where you were. In fact, you look pissed. I figure that look will quickly leave your face in a few minutes.

I let my legs fall open a bit more, making it easier for me to get my hands where I want them to be on myself. I already know I am wet, and I know you can smell me. I use my right hand to spread myself open, so you can get a good look at the pink, wet parts of me. Very wet– you start to make some comment. . .me being evil. I shush you– I don’t want you interrupting my thoughts or actions.

I see your eyes get wide as I slide my left hand down into the softness of my pussy. I can hardly believe how hot, how wet I am! I realize my nipples are hard, poking out and upwards in my nightgown. I can tell you want me to expose them, show you my breasts, get rid of the damn cloth. . .no dice. I just calmly look at you, then start to rub my fantastic pussy.

I must say, I enjoy the sight of you. I can tell you want to do all sorts of nasty, yet immensely pleasurable things to me! And, you have to sit and watch my gloating as I touch myself! I see you are rubbing yourself through your jeans. . .the thought crosses my mind to tell you to stop. I decide otherwise, choosing to concentrate on myself instead.

My technique is quite different from the technique you like to employ gaziantep escort whenever I sit close to you, ass bared for your fun. . .I feel different “things” when I touch myself as compared to when you touch me. Not “better, ” not “worse” things, just different things. . . pleasure being the ultimate goal. I start to really enjoy watching you watching me with my sopping wet fingers in my pussy. You have the perfect view of what I am doing with my fingers. . .

I use a finger to play with my clit. This clit play drives me crazy, makes me wetter, sends fire to my nipples. . .

I can see you rubbing yourself harder, wanting to get naked for me, then hop all over me, yet afraid to make a wrong move– you are just uncertain about if I would be mean enough to stop, turn off the nasty music, turn up the lights, and make you leave. . .

You can see how hot I am making myself. I have a good “hand” rhythm developed, wiggling my ass to increase my sensations, my pleasures–

The more excited I make myself, the wetter I get. The wetter I get, the more “sloshing” sounds can be heard, as I stick my fingers in and out of my pussy. . .here’s a sorta-kinda idea of the rhythm I am forcing you to witness. . .

I use my right hand to hold my pussy wide open, forcing my clit to stick out. . .I can then run my finger over the tip of my clit (whoa– extra sensitive here) then stick my fingers inside of myself. The best part is when I take the time to taste myself– when I bring my wet fingers up to my mouth, I can smell the sweetness of me– ooh— then taste myself. . .I would lick my fingers clean, but I think that might be a task best reserved for you. I consider offering my fingers to your mouth, but decide to stick them back in me. . .much to your chagrin (again) I keep up touching myself, sticking my fingers in my wet pussy.

I know I am getting close to that “point,” where I want to cum, and cum hard. . .I can barely keep my eyes open– I know they are trying to close, as my head tries to fall back in pleasure.

My nipples are hard, I have even squeezed my breasts together a bit with my arms. I want to cum, I just want to cum- I am so fucking wet, so full of tension, all I want to do is explode. . . I think you can pick up on the obvious. . .you know what is about to happen. And you want it to happen for me as much (maybe even more?) as I want to make myself cum. . .I’m so quiet, so determined. . .and so wet. I am almost at the “point” where I am going to start to cum, and not be able to stop myself– hold it back!

I can’t stop rubbing my clit. I can feel the juices. . .so much, ready to just slide out of me. . .and I am already soaking wet! I am trying to keep my eyes open– I want to look at you. . .I want to see if you are enjoying the sweet torture of my own design. I feel the ultimate. . .the part where I start to cum– I feel my hips go up just a bit, as I feel my elixir slide down from me. . .

A new feeling registers in my mind– hands on my hips, and a tongue deep inside of my pussy! I can feel the strength of you, holding me tight, licking me– driving what was a fabulous cum into an Incredibly Wonderful Orgasmic Wet Session! I start to cum again, immediately– gushing forth more wetness for you.

I am in such a state of pleasure, such orgasmic bliss, I start to notice you licking me from my ass to my clit, as I vaguely think in the back of my mind, “did I just hear pants hit the floor?”

And then it happens– I start to cum again, and I can feel your rock hard cock sliding into my pussy, as I feel you wrapping you arms around me to pull me closer. . .

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It was Friday afternoon, and we were heading out of town that night, driving to my in-laws for the weekend, which was the very LAST thing I wanted to do, especially in the mood I was in. I was so turned on I could hardly walk. I had worn a skirt to work, and had enjoyed the feeling of being so free, so uninhibited. The thong that I’d worn that day was perfect for rubbing my clit just a little every step I took. I was wet and so hot by the end of the day.

I came home early, to pack and get ready before I picked up my girls and before my husband got home. I was dying to get out my purple “friend” but didn’t really think I had time. I got out the suitcase and had thrown a few things together when I realized I couldn’t stand it any longer, I needed release. I had been day dreaming all day, but had not ever had the chance to finish anything; work kept getting in the way.

I walked around to my side of the bed, and got out my purple toy. I rubbed the shaft slowly over my clit, already so wet it slid over so smoothly. I continued rubbing the shaft up and down slowly along my clit, driving myself a little crazy. I hadn’t even turned it on and I seks hikayeleri was nearly ready to cum. I then pushed it completely into me in one easy move, loving the feeling of being filled so well. I rotated it a little, rubbing it around inside me, making sure the clit stimulator nudged my clit several times. I would rub my clit several times, then stop, just before I pushed myself over the edge. I was so close I could taste it, but I wanted it to be incredible, I wanted to make it through the weekend just on the memory of this orgasm.

Then I heard the dog bark. I’d forgotten I had let her out, and now she wanted back inside. I debated just leaving her there – but she was distracting me, so I stood up and started to remove the toy, then decided to test just how strong my muscles were. I leaned down and turned it on to the lowest vibration setting, and walked out to let the dog in. I could hardly breathe as I walked around, holding the toy deep inside me while the vibrations were teasing me to the point of no return. I saw one of my neighbors in her yard, and returned a wave to her, but didn’t dare gaziantep şişman escort stop to talk. Besides, I was a little unsure I could have put two coherent words together to say.

I let the dog in, and reached down and turned on the separate rotator, all the way up as high as it would go, but I kept the vibration on the lowest setting. The tip of the shaft was now rubbing firmly across my G spot and I had to stop moving, I couldn’t make my legs go any further. I had made it back to my bedroom, I leaned on the end of my bed, and grabbed the armoire for support. I reached down and as quickly as I could, I turned the vibrations up to their highest setting.

Immediately, my leg muscles gave out, and if I hadn’t been holding on to the armoire, I would have hit the floor. I came so hard, so fast I couldn’t believe it. My whole body was shaking, my heart was pounding, I felt like every nerve ending was on fire. I moved over so that I could see myself in my mirror. I loved how flushed my face was, how my entire body seemed so alive, so refreshed. I dropped my hand down to where gaziantep sınırsız escort my toy was still deep inside me, still vibrating and rotating inside me.

I propped one leg up on my dresser, and began moving it slowly out of me, then slammed it back in. I only lasted through this about three times before I was again in the throws of another strong orgasm. I slid to the floor as my breathing slowed. I reached and turned everything off, all the vibrations, all the rotation, and began moving it very slowly in and out, then up along my clit, just dragging the shaft over my now oversensitized clit. Every stroke was enough to make my hips thrust forward and my body flush. I pushed shaft back inside of me, and turned on only the vibration at its highest setting, my hips bucked up off the floor as I cried out in my third orgasm in less than 10 minutes. I dropped the vibrating toy and began to rub my clit with my fingers, wanting to ride it as long as possible.

I brought my dripping fingers to my mouth, and sucked my juices off of them one at a time, loving the taste, the smell, everything about the juices my body had produced. After laying there another minute or two, reveling in the afterglow, I got to my feet, realizing I was now going to have to really hurry to get everything ready in time. It was too bad, I could have stayed there all night all by myself and been happy.

Not nearly as much fun as spending the time with a real live man, but, a hell of a lot of fun when no one else was around.

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She sat quietly in a private lobby and filled out the form, which was much simpler than she had expected.

Name: Stephanie Kalinskii

Age: 23

Height: 5’6″

Weight: 124 lbs

Ethnicity: white (Jewish ethnicity though, if that makes any sense)

Drink/Smoke: no/no

Health Issues: no, I’m perfectly healthy, and I’m a health nut

Occupation: college student (biology major)

Modeling Experience: none

When she finished filling out the form, she handed it to the secretary, then she sat down to wait again. Butterflies were in her stomach. She tried to focus on the casual music playing in the background and she was tapping her foot in the process. Then she picked up a magazine and glanced through it.

Minutes later, the pretty young secretary approached her with a smile.

“Stephanie, the doctor will see you now.”

“Oh. Great. Thanks.”

“Please follow me.”

She followed the secretary down the hall. It was an extravagant building unlike anything she had ever seen before. She thought it looked like something out of a science fiction movie. Everything was advanced and futuristic. She passed by several different research labs.

“Right this way,” the secretary said, pointing to the office. “The doctor is waiting for you in his office.”

Stephanie thanked the secretary and headed down the hall to the large office. She saw an older man reading her application form, along with the other documents she had submitted. The man appeared to be in his late 60’s. His hair was gray and slicked back. He had the classic look of an eccentric nerd.

“Please, come in!” he said jubilantly when he saw her, putting the form down on the table. “Have a seat. Make yourself comfortable.”

“Thanks, I’m Stephanie.”

They shook hands and smiled at each other. They both sat down, with the doctor sitting behind the desk, and Stephanie in front.

“I’m Dr. Goodlove in case you didn’t know,” he said.

“Yeah, there’s a name tag on your shirt.”

He looked down then gave a nerdy laugh. “Oh right! Clever girl. I forgot it was there. Anyway, I’ve spent the past few minutes reviewing your whole file.”

“Do you think I qualify for the program?”

“Oh yes. All of your medical forms look good. You’re a perfectly healthy young woman. This shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Glad to hear it.”

“But frankly, the vast majority of the applicants we receive pass the medical portion with flying colors. It’s the experimental process which scares them away.”

Stephanie gulped. “Really? What’s so bad about it?”

“Nothing, in my opinion. Although, admittedly, the experimental process is a bit intrusive. But what were people expecting, right? After all, this is a sex research study.”

“Right.”

“I’m assuming you’re a sexually open minded person,” Dr. Goodlove said, as if the statement was no big deal.

“Umm…I wouldn’t exactly say that. I’m more into the human study aspect of this. I think it would be a great experience to be involved with your research somehow. Especially since you have a stellar reputation within the scientific community.”

He gave a nerdy smile. “Thank you. That’s very kind. You’re a biology major, correct? Do you plan on applying to med school?”

“It depends on how well I do with grades this semester. But I’m definitely thinking about it.”

“Being a part of this research will help bolster your resume for med school. If you want, I can even write you a recommendation letter.”

Stephanie’s eyes widened. “Really? Wow, that’s great.”

“And of course, there’s the issue of financial compensation. How much did we advertise in the newspaper?”

“I believe it was $100 per hour, for a few hours of work.”

“I’m sure that amount of money would be useful for a college student such as yourself.”

“That’s for sure.”

“You’re in luck,” Dr. Goodlove smiled. “Since you’re likely to be our only candidate for the upcoming procedure, we’ll double your pay. Maybe even triple it. Plus I’ll write you the recommendation letter, assuming you want to go to med school someday.”

Stephanie was taken aback. “That would be wonderful. But it sounds like there’s a catch to all this.”

“There’s no catch, I assure you. Everything is strictly for scientific purposes. Our protocols and regulations are tight. Nothing we record will ever be made public.”

“You’re going to record it?”

“Yes, of course,” Dr. Goodlove replied. “It’s a scientific procedure. Why wouldn’t we record it?”

“Oh…”

“As I’ve mentioned, the process is fairly straight forward and simple. However, I can imagine that it would feel a bit intrusive for a young woman such as yourself, which is why I’m not pressuring you into this. If at any point you decide to change your mind, then you’re free to leave.”

“Can we get to the details please?” Stephanie asked, feeling anxious.

“Of course. First, we’ll give you some capsules to take the night before. They’ll help increase your hormone levels to a suitable amount. On the day of the experiment, well, that’s when gaziantep suriyeli escort the interesting things happen. You’ll be expected to masturbate with our new device.”

Stephanie briefly widened her eyes. “I’m nervous just thinking about it. But I’m up for the challenge. I’ve always wanted to be a part of an important scientific experiment.”

“We’re lucky to have a CEO who’s willing to fund this project,” Dr. Goodlove replied. “If everything goes according to plan, we’ll be on the cutting edge of the female orgasm, and we’ll be producing a new line of sex toys which would revolutionize sex in the American culture. Possibly the world.”

“Do you really think it’s going to be that big a deal?”

“Wait until we complete the first official test,” the doctor smiled. “So far, the results have been spectacular.”

Stephanie nodded. “Yeah, well, judging by the size of this building, I’m you have the resources to create some nifty things.”

“Speaking of nifty things, your application says you’ve never done modeling, correct?”

“That’s right. I’ve never done anything even close to this.”

“Well, our methods of research are rigorous. That means you’ll be required to be naked in a glass room. Fully naked. Heart and sensory monitors will be connected to your body. The process will be filmed and monitored by our small team of professionals. Are you comfortable with this?”

Stephanie gulped. “Is there a choice?”

“I’m afraid not Ms. Kalinksii. Now you can see why so many applicants have turned down our offers.”

Stephanie gave a long pause. “The video will never go public right? I mean, with all these computer breaches and hackings going on, you never know.”

“This company has spent a considerable amount of resources securing our servers. The odds of our research being hacked is extremely slim.”

Stephanie held her head high. “I’ll do it. Only because I think it’s a worthy endeavor your team is doing.”

“Excellent!” he replied with a nerdy exclamation. “I’ll give you some documents to review and sign. If you’re still interested. We’ll begin next week.”

“I really look forward to it.”

Dr. Goodlove stood and extended a handshake, to which Stephanie gladly accepted. She stood up and shook his hand, and they continued to smile at each other and make small talk.

*****

It was the longest week of Stephanie’s life.

She had read all of the contracts, disclaimers, and procedures so many times, she practically had everything memorized. There was an inner-conflict she struggled with. She had never been naked in front of strangers before. Even worse, she had never masturbated in front of strangers. It was something her uptight religious parents could never find out about.

But on the other hand, she loved the idea of working with the famous Dr. Goodlove to see how his scientific process works. It was something she wished to be a part of as a future career.

As a feminist, she savored the thought of helping to examine the female orgasm, and to help with the creation of revolutionary new female sex toys.

The money was also a huge plus. With the rising costs of a decent college education, Stephanie needed all the financial help she could get.

A few days after meeting Dr. Goodlove, she called him to inform him of the decision: She was definitely going to do it. The day after the call, she went back to his office and submitted all of the legal forms, with her signature on everything.

She was given another packet to read, which had all of the details for the research. It was all so exciting for the intellectually curious college student. It was exactly what she wanted to participate in. Someday, she hoped, she would be involved in conducting the same research assignments.

The instructions looked daunting. Each passing day, the nerves would build. She constantly questioned herself, wondering if she was ready or capable to do any of the required things.

Each time, she hoped the answer was yes, for the sake of science.

The day before the research study, Stephanie took the small tablets with a cup of water. She was never an overly sexual person, and she wondered how the tablets would affect her hormone levels, and what it would feel like.

There was only one way to find out…

*****

Stephanie sat nervously in a small office room wearing nothing but a blue medical gown and slippers on her feet. She was completely naked underneath.

The anticipation grew.

Dr. Goodlove entered the room holding a clipboard and he had a big smile on his face. He wore a long white coat and thick glasses with a large frame. With the big smile on his face, he looked geekier than ever.

“How are you feeling today?” he asked. “Nervous?”

“Oh yeah. Definitely. I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“I understand. The process will be at a gradual pace. We’ll only proceed when you’re 100% ready.”

Stephanie gave a nervous nod. “Thank you.”

“Plus you’ll be highly compensated. Since you’re gaziantep türbanlı escort our only subject, you’ll be given a bonus. You’ll be getting 5 thousand for today. And we’ll gladly pay you the same amount for all future testings.”

Suddenly the nerves were disappearing.

“Great, thanks!” she smiled.

“Now that everything is settled, I’ll need you to sign one last consent form, which basically states that you know exactly what you’re doing here today.”

Stephanie was handed the clipboard, she glanced at the legal document, and gave it a quick signature. She handed it back to Dr. Goodlove with an enthusiastic smile on her face.

“There you go,” she said.

“Wonderful!” Dr. Goodlove replied with a geeky smile of his own. “My assistant Cassandra will be with you shortly to shave your pubic region, then she’ll escort you to the testing area.”

The doctor left the room and Stephanie was left alone for a while. Butterflies were returning to her stomach and she was becoming nervous again.

A pretty young woman entered the room, wearing a lab coat and holding a shaving kit.

“I’m Cassandra,” the woman said. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too. I’m Stephanie.”

“Well, let’s get started. The research will begin soon and everyone is waiting. Please lift the front of your gown.”

Stephanie took a deep breath and lifted the front of her medical gown. She didn’t mind showing her body to another female. Her dark curly pubic hairs were on full display. The sight immediately left the assistant taken aback by the amount of hairs.

“Sorry about it,” Stephanie said in embarrassment. “I’m Jewish. I mean, it’s naturally like that, my hairs.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry about. This is my job. And what you have is perfectly natural.”

“It is?” Stephanie asked.

“Well, you may be a bit thicker and curlier than what I’m used to, but you’re a healthy young woman. So it’s a good thing.”

“Thanks I guess.”

Cassandra turned away from the awkward conversation and used a pair of scissors to trim the curly pubic hairs. Once it was a short length, Cassandra applied a large amount of shaving cream onto Stephanie’s crotch and began to carefully shave it with a razor. After a few wipes from a wet towel, the crotch was completely clean shaven.

“Yikes, I can’t remember the last time I was this smooth,” Stephanie said, rubbing her crotch with the tips of her fingers.

She admired her own softness and gave her labia a good look.

“You have a very pretty vagina,” Cassandra noted. “You should be proud of it. Now let’s not keep the men waiting any longer. Follow me.”

“Okay.”

Stephanie covered her crotch with the gown and followed Cassandra. They headed down the hall towards a room with glass walls. Everything inside the room was white. White floors, white lights, and a white recliner to lay on.

There were several other medical experts in the room, all wearing lab coats, rubber gloves, and breathing masks. All of the medical professionals stopped what they were doing and looked at Stephanie.

“Finally, you’re here!” the nerdy Dr. Goodlove proclaimed. “Everything is ready and the research may commence. Please, stand over here.”

Stephanie stood near the recliner seat. The medical experts all surrounded her.

“Now, please remove your gown,” the doctor ordered.

Stephanie froze for a brief moment. She could feel the eyes in the room having a burning effect on her body. There was a lot of pressure and she felt like running away. But she kept herself composed.

She pulled the gown over her head and stood completely naked in front of the experts. Someone was nice enough to take the gown from her and place it neatly on a nearby table. Stephanie’s natural instinct was to use her hands to cover her petite little breasts and cleanly shaven pussy.

Dr. Goodlove gave her a look which obviously meant for her to move her hands away. Stephanie complied and put her hands down. Her small breasts felt stiffened. Her brown nipples became harder than diamonds. And she felt a weird tingly sensation deep inside of her vagina.

The medical experts went to work using small wet sheets of tissue paper to wipe Stephanie’s entire body with a cleaning agent. Stephanie stood silent as her body was being rubbed and groped until she was completely clean.

“I want you to relax,” Dr. Goodlove said. “We’re going to place monitors on your body. It might be a little uncomfortable, but it’s necessary. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Good.”

The other medical experts in the room began to attach wires on her forehead, chest and hands. Someone bent down and attached wires to her thick labia, which was really uncomfortable.

“Everything is ready,” Dr. Goodlove stated. “We now have the ability to monitor your every impulse. Exciting, isn’t it?”

Stephanie forced an awkward smile. “Yeah, it is.”

“We will now exit this room and observe you through the glass. Please, have a seat and await further instructions.”

The gaziantep ücreti elden alan escort small group of people left the room. One of them placed a small open box on a table next to Stephanie. She glanced at the object inside, which looked very advanced, and was clearly a sex toy.

Once everyone had left, a glass door was closed, and Stephanie was left alone in the glass room- completely naked with wires attached to her body.

Stephanie sat down on the recliner seat. The smooth surface felt cold against her naked body, but she quickly got used to it. She raised her legs while the small group of professionals stared at her. The entire event was being video taped, which only added to the awkwardness.

The medical experts each stood in front of the glass with their clipboards, ready to take notes. Dr. Goodlove spoke through a microphone.

“Can you hear me Stephanie?” he asked through the microphone.

“Yeah. Can you hear me too?”

“Excellent. Everything appears to be working. I can tell you’re nervous because your vital signs are rising.”

“Yeah, I’ve never done anything like this before,” Stephanie replied.

“It’s okay Stephanie. Take a deep breath, and everything will be fine. Everyone here is a professional.”

She took a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Good. Now tell us, Stephanie, how often do you normally masturbate per week?”

She thought for a moment. “Usually every day, unless I’m really busy or stressed out.”

“How do you normally do it?”

“My fingers,” she replied after some hesitation. “I usually rub my clit. Sometimes I’ll put my fingers inside. I do it on my bed laying on a towel, or in the bathtub with warm water.”

“And what do you normally think about when you pleasure yourself? It’s okay. Your secrets are safe with us.”

Stephanie’s face turned red. “Usually guys in my class. Sometimes a professor. I like the power dynamic. I think about doing it in a classroom with a professor when nobody is around. Or maybe in his office.”

“Can you think about that right now?”

“Sure.”

“Please, open your legs and show us how you masturbate. It’s okay, take your time.”

For that moment in time, Stephanie was completely frozen in fear. She had always been a sexually modest person, especially with her religious upbringing. But she had to keep reminding herself, this is for science, and the people watching were all medical professionals.

Her thin fingers slowly touched her clit. She rubbed in circles. She could faintly see her naked reflection on the glass as she masturbated herself. The medical professionals all watched attentively.

She closed her eyes and touched herself. She tried her best to ignore all of the people watching her, as well as the video camera. She let go of her naked inhibitions and focused on her fantasies.

Minutes passed. It had always taken Stephanie a while to cum, but the exhibitionist thrill of being watched helped to speed the process. Her mind remained focused on her fantasy while she continued stimulating her clitoris.

Her toes curled. Her body was clenching. Muscles tightening.

“Are you close to an orgasm?” Dr. Goodlove asked, looking at the different sensor monitors.

“Yes…almost…”

“Excellent. Your first for today.”

Stephanie’s interest was peaked when the doctor implied that there would be more orgasms that day. But she had already expected that.

The orgasm came and it was intense. It was the first time she had ever masturbated in front of strangers. Something she had never expected to ever happen. The exhibitionist thrill was a pleasant surprise.

When it was over, Stephanie relaxed her body, leaning back onto the soft and comfortable recliner.

“Well done!” Dr. Goodlove proclaimed. “Your vitals and brain activity show that you’ve achieved quite an orgasm.”

“Anything for science,” she quipped.

“Indeed. Onto phase two of the research. You’ll need to orgasm again. This time with the device placed next to you.”

“Already? I don’t think it’s possible. I’m not a multi-orgasmic person. It might take me an hour before I’m ready to reach another orgasm.”

“Don’t forget the tablets you took last night,” Dr. Goodlove replied. “It should help with the immediate rejuvenation of your sex drive.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Now pick up the device. It’s very simple to use. Just turn the bottom switch to Level 1. It will begin to vibrate.”

Stephanie followed the simple instruction, picking up the device which looked like an average sized vibrator, and switching it to Level 1. It immediately began to buzz, which intimidated her since she had never used a vibrator before.

“What next?” she asked.

“Insert the device deep inside of your vagina. All you have to do is hold it there. The device will do the rest. It has special sensors which can detect all of your pleasure spots. Give it a try.”

After a brief moment of hesitation, Stephanie spread her legs again and guided the vibrating object towards her open pussy. Her eyes glanced at the people looking at her through the glass. Then she looked back down and inserted the vibrator inside of her vagina.

The vibrations felt surreal against her brown outer labia. It was a sensation she had never felt before. The buzzing feeling from the smooth device felt arousing against her vaginal lips. Then she pushed it inside of her pussy. It slid right in, since she was still wet from the previous orgasm.

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*Disclaimer: All persons depicted in this story are over the age of 18. This is a continuation of a story – I am so sorry it took me this long to write a new chapter!

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I sat in stunned silence at my desk as the rest of the class began to file out into the hallway. I couldn’t stop staring at the note in my hand, reading it and re-reading it to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. “Meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes.” This had to be a joke…

The sound of Mr. Radowski’s voice shocked me out of my stupor. “Everything OK, Layla?” he asked from the front of the classroom.

“Yes, Mr. Radowski,” I answered. “Just taking a breather. Didn’t feel like dealing with the parade of elephants out there quite yet.”

He chuckled. Goddamnit, even his laugh is sexy. “I don’t blame you,” he said. He gestured down at the yellow Post-it note in my hand. “Nothing I should be worried about, then?”

My cheeks felt like they were on fire. “Uh, no, sir,” I responded. “Just meeting up with a friend in a minute.” I checked the clock on the wall – 3 minutes had passed since the bell rang. “Actually, I really better get going. We have plans to study for the history final and I really can’t be late.”

Mr. Radowski smiled. I breathed a covert sigh of relief. “Alright, then, enjoy yourself,” he said. “But not too much.” He smirked. I gave him a coy smile back. Let him believe what he wants. In fact, I really hope he fantasized about what exactly I was up to after school in bed that night.

I hurriedly gathered my belongings and left the classroom. One minute until I was to meet Mags in the bathroom. I was super nervous. First of all, Mags is super hot. I’d had a crush on her since sophomore year. She’s 5’11 with dirty blonde, medium length, straight hair and the most gorgeous hazel doe eyes. A perfect constellation of freckles is scattered across her cheekbones, and her lips are full and luscious. I’ve daydreamed about kissing those lips dozens of times. And her body… the things I’d like to do with her. She has full D-cup breasts and doesn’t mind showing them off. Her waist is thin while her hips are full, and her thighs and ass are a sight to behold. She has the absolute perfect body type. Practically irresistible, and she carries herself like she knows what she’s doing. She often dresses in revealing clothing, and I’ve seen her bare ass a handful of times due to the short skirts and thong combos she frequents. If this was what I thought it was, I couldn’t wait to find out what she had on underneath the short pleated aqua-colored skirt she wore today.

Mags is confident. Mags knows what she wants and always gets it. If Mags wanted me, I was in for a treat. I’d always fantasized about masturbating or even having sex with another girl, and Mags was notoriously pansexual. Put us two pan ladies in a bathroom together, and… I really wasn’t sure what would happen next.

I rushed to the bathroom, making it there a minute later than expected. I took a deep breath in the hallway outside the open bathroom entrance, silently praying this girl was as much of a freak as I was. With as much confidence as I could muster, I strutted into the bathroom corridor.

Mags leaned against the sink, her white V-neck shirt revealing her gorgeous tits. She smiled a long, slow smile. I felt my nipples harden immediately, smiling back.

“I’m so glad you came,” she murmured. We both giggled at that. “Well, maybe we can do that last part together,” she continued. I tried not to nervously laugh, just barely succeeding by covering up the would-be laugh with the sound of putting down my backpack.

She stepped closer to me and smiled. “Were you staring at my chest just now?” I couldn’t lie to her. I simply nodded, my cheeks burning once again. Mags smirked. “So tell me. How badly do you want to see them without these layers on?”

I faltered. “Oh… uh…” I stopped and let out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “God, Mags, really fucking bad.”

“Good news,” she said. “I’m feeling pretty giving today, so I’ll show you with no strings attached… if you take my shirt off for me.”

I smiled, but inside I was shaking. I’d never been with a woman before, though I’d dreamt about it a thousand times. I never thought it’d be with someone as gorgeous as Mags, and…

…we’re in public, in my high school, in the BATHROOM!

“Mags, are you sure this is OK?” I asked. “I don’t know if you noticed or anything, but we’re kinda in the bathroom right now. What if someone walks by or walks in on us?”

She snickered. “Wouldn’t that be exciting?” she asked. “The danger of it all is what makes it even better. Plus, almost everyone’s out of the building by now.” She paused, thinking. “And, anyway, whatever we start in here can be continued elsewhere. It seems like you’re into public stuff, too, though, so don’t act all concerned.”

I stepped closer to her. “Damn, harsh,” gaziantep ucuz escort I retorted.

Mags took the final step to close the distance between us. She leaned down and whispered into my ear, “Just teasing you, babygirl,” then bit the bottom tip of my ear. I shuddered, feeling that familiar wetness begin all over again. God, I wanted this so badly. I needed this. And, all of a sudden, being in my high school bathroom made it 10,000 times hotter.

“What are you waiting for?” she said, meeting my eyes. I shrugged. “Just enjoying the tension,” I answered.

Mags took my wrists in her hands and guided my arms towards her shirt. I lifted her shirt over her head, placing it on the sink next to us. Mags was now in her white lacy bra, out in the open. If anyone walked by, they could’ve looked through the open bathroom corridor and seen Mags shirtless. Fuck. My pussy began dripping down my leg. I forgot I’d left my underwear at home that day.

“Oh, babygirl,” Mags cooed, pointing at the pussy juice on my thigh. “Are my tits making you wet? And you haven’t even seen them in their full glory. Mmmm, baby, I’d love to lick that off of you…”

I reached down and swiped the juice off my thigh with my pointer finger, holding it up to Mags’ mouth. She stuck out her tongue to taste, then sucked my finger in her mouth, using her tongue to lick every crevice. “Mmm, Layla,” she murmured. “You taste so fucking good. Get this thing off of me, right now, I’m begging you.”

I backed Mags up against the sink’s edge and unhooked her lacy bra, freeing her gorgeous tits. It took my brain a second to process the scene. Holy fuck. Her tits were as perfect as I thought they’d be, her pink nipples stiffening beneath my gaze.

“What are you gonna do, just stare at them?” Mags taunted. “Do something about that lust, baby.”

I obliged, holding her tits in my hands at first. Her skin was super soft. I pushed her to arch her back against the sink and began to lick her left nipple, making circles with my tongue around it before crossing over her nipple again and again. Mags began to moan quietly, covering her mouth so no one would hear. I fingered her left nipple while moving my mouth to her right, feeling it stiffen beneath my tongue. I bit her nipple lightly, which urged a sharper moan from the back of her throat. We locked eyes, giggling at the insanity of it all.

“Your turn,” Mags breathed, quickly standing back upright. She spun me around, unzipped my white dress, and pulled it off above my head. She gasped.

“Oh my god, Layla,” she giggled. “You were completely naked under there! Fuck, you’re so fucking sexy.”

I smiled. “Yeah, so… your turn,” I responded. I pulled Mags’ skirt down, revealing a white G-string thong. I pulled the thong up and her shaved pussy lips ate it, revealing her soft brown landing strip. Then, I pulled the thong down, leaving us both completely naked in my high school bathroom.

“Wow,” I breathed. “I’ve always liked you, and seeing you naked is… fucking insane. Your body is so beautiful, Mags.” I blushed at my own sudden, lust-filled confession.

“You’re too sweet,” Mags said with a small smile. “To be honest, I’ve always had a crush on you, Layla. I’m glad you gave me the balls to give you that note. I’d been wanting to do this… or something like it… with you for a long time.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Mags had a crush on me, too?! This was absolute insanity. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Nope; still standing in the middle of the bathroom, naked, for any passersby to see, with this insanely beautiful woman in front of me, also naked, who apparently has also always liked me back.

“So… it’s the end of senior year,” I sighed. “But we can still make the best of it…” I began to pinch and twist my own nipples, feeling that familiar wetness between my legs return.

“I knew I liked you for a reason,” Mags returned. She began feeling up her tits, circling her nipples and twisting every so often, running her hands up and down her torso until they reached her belly. She began moving them closer and closer to her clit, keeping her eyes on mine the whole time.

“So would you mind telling me… what exactly were you doing in the bathroom when I walked in?” Mags breathed.

“Well, I could tell you,” I responded, trailing my right hand towards my pubic hair. “Or I could show you…”

“I vote for the latter,” Mags said. “But just tell me… did you piss all over the floor, or do you really squirt that much?”

I giggled. “I’m not opposed to pissing in weird places, but… when I’m super horny, I squirt. A lot. Earlier, I squirted twice… that’s why there was so much on the floor.” I took a look under the stall I was in earlier. “Looks like they already cleaned it up.”

“Looks like we gotta make it dirty again,” Mags said gaziantep ukraynalı escort with an evil glint in her eye.

“You know, I actually really have to pee,” I said. “I kinda wanna do it somewhere naughty.”

“Me too,” Mags responded. “Hmm… how about…” She glanced at the sinks again and looked back at me.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I said. “They even have drain stoppers… we could really leave a mess for the custodian. I wonder what she’ll think about it.”

“Probably that we’re nasty sluts,” Mags said. “Guess she wouldn’t necessarily be wrong, but I kinda love being a nasty slut, don’t you?” I chuckled and nodded my head.

Mags and I each took a sink and hoisted ourselves up to sit with our pussies over them. We pushed down each drain stopper with a quiet giggle, checking to make sure there was still no one around to hear us. My pussy dripped into the sink in heated anticipation.

“Oh, fuck, Mags, I’m so fucking horny,” I moaned, looking over at her naked body crouched above the sink. “This is so hot!”

“We’re both gonna cum so hard after this,” Mags moaned, reaching over to stroke my neck and breast.

“All right, I’m gonna count down,” I said, standing up a bit so I could crouch instead of sit over the sink, just like Mags was doing. “Ready? 3… 2… 1… piss!”

All you could hear was the sound of Mags’ and my own piss hitting the sink bowl, along with both of us softly moaning in pleasure. The sight of my piss filling up the sink and Mags pissing right next to me was almost too much for me to handle. Luckily, I’d put my purse – with my “special bottle” and condoms – at the end of the sink closest to the one I was currently pissing in.

Mags finished pissing and began touching her clit in that crouched position above the sink, moaning loader. She used some of the piss as lube, even tasting a drop of it on her tongue. I was still pissing; I’d drank so much water throughout the day that even squirting twice wasn’t enough to stop the long stream of piss. By the time I was finished, the sink was at least halfway full! I tasted a drop of it, moaning from the dirty pleasure of it all, and I began fingering my own clit with my piss as lube.

Mags and I turned our bodies toward each other and watched one another begin to masturbate with our own piss. “I’m gonna squirt in here,” I moaned.

“Oh, God, I’m gonna try to, too,” Mags moaned back. “I think watching you is gonna make me squirt. Now, show me what you were doing in the bathroom in English class.”

I hesitated, then turned and grabbed the 8-inch lotion bottle out of my purse. Mags gasped. “Oh my god,” she exclaimed. “Can you fit that whole thing inside you?”

I nodded. “Mmm-hmm,” I murmured excitedly. “Just gotta be wet enough, and it slides right in. I can make myself squirt a fuckton with it.” I pulled out the condoms and put one on the bottle. “I also have extra condoms, so you can try it if you want, too.” Mags wore a sly smile as she continued to play with her clit, beginning to finger it a little faster.

I watched Mags play with herself as I went back to work on my clit, accidentally sitting down too low and dipping my ass into my own piss. It splashed as I came back up, sitting on the edge of the sink, facing Mags. This made it so that she had a perfect view of my cunt, my piss, and the toy that was about to enter me. It also made it so that I would squirt directly into the sink – and hopefully not directly onto Mags. Or maybe she’d be into that?

I began to rub the lotion bottle up and down my cunt, moaning at the sensation and the dirty scene before me. “Wanna know a secret?” I whispered to Mags, just about ready to put all 8 inches in my pussy.

“Tell me,” she breathed.

“This is my mom’s lotion bottle,” I said slyly. Mags moaned and sped up her finger on her clit, then stuck two fingers into her piss and directly into her pussy. She fingered herself quickly and ferociously, moaning louder and louder, and quickly came to her first orgasm in front of me, continuing to finger herself for another minute. My own pussy was dripping into the sink, and I could hardly wait to put the toy inside of me – but I waited until I had Mags’ full attention.

“Fuck, babe, I wanna make you do that all over again when I’m through with myself,” I moaned.

“That really snuck up on me,” Mags breathed. “But I think I’m gonna be ready to cum again in about 2 seconds. Show me what you’ve got, babygirl.”

With my pussy juices flowing from witnessing Mags’ first orgasm of the day, I was determined to bring myself to my third. I placed the head of the bottle in line with my pussy and easily took the first 4 inches of the bottle, moaning all the while. I pumped it in and out, gaining another 2 inches, and strained to get any further. I glanced up at Mags. She’d returned her right hand to her pussy and was fingering gaziantep üniversiteli escort herself, now and then collecting piss to lube her fingers before shoving them back inside her cunt. She was moaning, watching the bottle slide in and out of my pussy, watching my juices drip into the sink in front of me. I made a loud noise while shoving the remaining 2 inches of the bottle inside of me, displaying my pussy for her to see, with the bottom of the bottle clearly visible inside my cunt.

“Oh, god,” Mags breathed. “If you’re not careful, I’m gonna cum again before you make me.”

“Mmmm, oh, before I make, aAAh, you?” I moaned, pumping all 8 inches in and out of my sweet cunt.

“Let me see you squirt first, babygirl,” Mags cooed. “Oh, fuck, yeah, just like that. Make yourself squirt all over this sink. Get it on me, Layla. Fuck, yeah!”

I could feel my orgasm building, and Mags moaning was definitely helping. My hand kept pumping the bottle in and out of my cunt until finally, I started cumming. I moaned loudly, my whole body shaking as my orgasm rattled through my entire body. I thought it was over, but I kept pumping the bottle and surely enough, my pussy started squirting into the sink. It felt like gallons of squirt came out of my cunt, splashing into the piss in the sink. A few droplets go into Mags’ sink, and seeing that made me squirt even more. This second squirt flew even further, directly onto Mags’ belly, hand, and cunt. She put her hand to her mouth and licked all of my pussy juices off her hand, moaning and writhing her body.

“Fuck, baby, that was so hot,” she said to me. “Get over here and make me squirt, too, Layla!”

I quickly tore the condom off my lotion bottle and replaced it with a new one. I straddled my body over my sink with the front of my body leaning in the space between the two sinks.

“Mmm, while I’m down here, can I use my mouth, too?” I asked Mags.

“Oh, god, please,” Mags moaned. “Use your tongue, Layla, I wanna feel you on my pussy… oh please!”

I leaned my head towards the gap between Mags’ legs, putting my hands flat against her luscious thighs and teasing her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue. She shuddered. I began to lick her clit, back and forth and in circles. Mags moaned, her second orgasm building. I dipped my middle finger into her piss and began to finger her cunt with it, then added a second finger.

“Fuck me with that fucking bottle, please,” Mags begged.

“I’m gonna make you squirt, baby,” I moaned, a fourth orgasm building in my own body just from pleasuring Mags. Sure enough, I looked down and saw more of my pussy juices flowing into the almost-full sink behind me. I let a little bit more piss out, feeling free and sexy, wanting to fill that sink to the absolute brim.

I grabbed the lotion bottle from the space between the sinks and began teasing Mags’ slit with it. She moaned and tried to grab the bottle to fuck herself with it, but I pushed her arm away and pushed 5 inches of the bottle into her open cunt myself. She yelped and moaned loudly, begging me for more. I fucked the bottle in and out of her pussy until the 6th, 7th, and 8th inch slipped easily inside. All the while, I was thinking to myself, Holy shit, I’m fucking Mags!

I could tell Mags was already very close to cumming, so I slowed my speed and brought the bottle all the way out, then all the way back into her aching pussy. She kept begging me to make her squirt. I fingered her clit with my free hand and fucked her cunt with the bottle, all 8 inches inside of her. Her pussy was so wet, a loud squelching sound could probably be heard throughout the entire hallway. I sped up again, fucking the bottle in and out of her pussy, Mags moaning all the while for more, please god, more.

“Oh, god, Layla, I’m gonna cum,” Mags cried. “Ohhhh, fuck, oh god, I feel like I’m gonna piss again!”

“Oh, Mags, fuck,” I moaned, my own pussy feeling as though it was coming to another orgasm out of thin air, without me even touching it. I could feel it building in my stomach for the fourth time today. “I’m gonna cum, too! Fuck! Squirt for me, baby!”

And with that, Mags’ whole body shook as she came, the bottle slipping out little by little until finally, her pussy ejected the bottle as she squirted into her sink and all over my face. That sight made me cum a fourth time without even touching myself! I hurriedly took the bottle, without even taking off Mags’ pussy-soaked condom, and shoved it all the way inside my own cunt, urging out more juices, squirting once again into the sink below me, finally filling the sink all the way to the top. We found our way to each others’ lips, and Mags licked all of her pussy juices off my face before passionately making out with me, savoring every second of this incredibly sensual and sexual moment together.

“Dear god,” Mags breathed against my lips. “What did you just do to my body?” She laughed and hopped off the sink, surveying our work.

“Woah,” I said, hopping down next to her, “this bathroom is a mess.” Both our sinks were nearly full of piss, squirt, and pussy juices, and there were wet spots all over the countertop as well as the floor in front of the sinks.

“Yeah,” she giggled, pulling on her skirt. “They better get someone to clean it up.”

To be continued…

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Slipping into bed I shifted my body to rest on my side. Wearing a soft white tank top with white lace panties rest low on my hips.

Running my palm slowly over my breasts, my nipples became erect against the light fabric. Closing my eyes I imagined your mouth against my breasts. I could feel your tongue flicking the pink tip hungrily. Your warm breath brushing my skin.

Rolling onto my back I began kneading my heavy breasts. The light touch making me hot and wanting more. Flicking the tips back and forth with my thumb, the sensation making my clit throb and ache with need.

Lifting the hem of my top over my breasts, the fabric gathered just above my large nipples. The air felt cool across my heated skin.

Taking my nipples between my fingertips I pinched them softly. The skin became taut surrounding the tips, making them more sensitive against my touch. I could feel my sex beginning to swell between my thighs. Warm liquid pooling against the bare lips of my pussy.

Moving my palm down my stomach, I began massaging the lace covering my wet cunt. The warm liquid soaking through my panties, gaziantep yavuzeli escort wetting the tips of my fingers. Running my hand over the lace, circling my clit through sheer fabric. Removing my other hand from my breast, I slipped my moist panties over my mound and down my quivering thighs.

Opening my legs further I ran the tip of my finger back and forth across the inside of my creamy thighs. The back of my hand brushing the surface of my soft folds. Bringing my finger to my lips I closed my mouth over the length coating it with my tongue. Reaching over my curls to my sex I ran the slick tip up and down my pussy, passing softly over my erect clit.

Sensing your presence I pleaded for your touch.”Mm… please touch me.” I whispered softly.

Biting my lip, my hands returned to my panting breasts. Holding the weight in my palm I massaged harder, stretching the pink tips further from my body. Lifting my head from the pillow I flicked my tongue over my nipple. My mouth closed over the tip, sucking softly against my skin.

Peeling gaziantep yeni escort my mouth from my breast my tongue slipped over the tip for one last taste. Titling my head back I tugged at my nipples gently. I could feel the warm liquid dripping from my pussy, trickling over my rose bud.

Rearing my head to the side I moaned your name softly. Moving my hand over my sex, my hips lifted from the bed. Quickly I slipped one finger inside my cunt. Sliding in and out, spreading the honey over my bare lips.

“I know you are there. Please come to me and help me feel you.”

Taking my finger from my sex I brought the tip to my mouth. My arousal was very sweet and warm on my tongue. Placing my fingertip to my nipple, I began rubbing the warm liquid over the taught skin.

Arching my back above the bed I moved my hands to rest on the inside of my thighs. My thumbs touching the soft patch of curls at the top of my sex. Moving my hips up and down in a soft rhythmic motion, my hand slid across my clit. Slipping deep inside my cunt I continued gaziantep zayıf escort massaging the hard nub.

Removing my fingers I ran the tips lightly over my slick folds. Slowly tracing them up and down the length of my sex. Stopping against my clit, I rubbed the honey onto the sensitive tip.

Lifting my hips I slipped past my folds and back inside my pussy. I began pumping faster, my hips thrusting harder against my hand.

“Oh yes baby that’s so good . Show me how bad you want me.”

I could feel your breath on my neck whispering for me to cum for you. Giving me permission to coat your prick with my cream.

Stroking faster I could feel my climax within reach. Pressing against the ripples and bumps deep inside my cunt, cream began flowing onto my fingers. My release building stronger as I pumped deeper.

Grabbing my breast I pinched my nipple, the sensation taking me over the edge. My hips bucking harder into my palm, my sex began to contract. Lifting my ass from the sheets I came hard and fast.

Crying out my release as the warm cream flowed from within. My cunt gripping my fingers as the muscles continued to throb.

Turning onto my side I slipped my fingers from my lips, resting my hand on my thigh. My breathing began to steady as my orgasm faded slowly.

Reaching across my bedside table I switched off the lamp. Pulling the sheet over my body I sighed with relief.

Closing my eyes I heard you disappear into the dark.

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Virtual is Its Own Reward

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Shawna had a nice big butt. Thomas liked that. He especially liked how it stretched her tight panties as she stood with her back to him, flipping her skirt to give him tantalizing little peeks. God, what a cock-tease! She looked back at him over her shoulder and licked her full lips as an old woman walked by pushing a supermarket cart.

He’d wanted to see her like this for a long time, ever since he’d started having breakfast at the café where she waitressed. He usually ate very slowly, his eyes following her as she served other customers, wishing he could see under that tight uniform, up under that short skirt, under everything that was covering her glorious ass and big tits. He was about to get his wish: Shawna turned to face him where he sat on the park bench, and standing next to two walkers who were trying to keep their leashed dogs apart she began to undo the buttons down the front of her uniform. Thomas covered his lap with a folded newspaper to hide his growing erection as Shawna walked towards him, slowly undressing. An errant Frisbee clattered at his feet and a student in a college sweatshirt raced up to retrieve it. “Sorry,” the young man said, and ran back to his game of catch. Shawna was down to her underwear now, and smiled as she reached behind her back to unclasp her brassiere. Thomas closed his eyes. “Not here,” he whispered to himself, and pressed a button on a small box he wore on his belt. Shawna disappeared in a pixelated mist.

How had he ever lived without the Phanta-See! The technology had advanced so far beyond “Pokemon Go” from earlier in the century, where people eagerly searched the streets for projections of cartoon characters, and the amazing CGI rendering that had resulted in an explosion of truly startling fantasy films no longer required supercomputers and hours of processing to produce their miracles. The advent of almost quantum speed molecular CPUs and the directed ray diode matrix had rendered bulky virtual reality goggles obsolete. Now one had only to wear a pair of stylish glasses, available in a variety of frames, that communicated via WiFi with a matchbox-sized processing unit worn on a belt or under the clothing. The glasses themselves, neutral or prescription, functioned as perfectly normal clear lenses, providing an unobstructed view of the wearer’s environment. But when the processing unit was activated, images of startling realism could be directed into the eyes, three dimensional figures that seamlessly became part of the viewer’s surroundings, moving and taking their place in whatever else was going on around him. They could also speak to him, either through earbuds or via tiny speakers mounted in the eyeglass frames. Thomas had heard that contact lens versions would soon be available, or units that produced holographic images in space, presumably to be used by men who enjoyed experiencing their pleasure in groups.

Such sophisticated technology naturally found applications in many areas, particularly the entertainment industry. A pre-eminent niche was of course pornography, with an existing market of men already addicted to sexual arousal and masturbation. Very quickly those who could afford it willingly sank deeper into helpless addiction with the Phanta-See’s ability to make visible and present what had formerly been futile wishes. A snapshot or two of a pretty girl was all that was necessary to have her perform terrifically arousing scenes of enticement and masturbation encouragement later in the privacy of a man’s home, or a woman’s, for that matter.

In Phanta-See’s scene configuration phase facial features were analyzed and used to create a repertoire of facial expressions, body type was incorporated in whatever movements were generated or costumes used, skin tone was extended to the rest of the body when uncovered. The user was provided with extensive lists of options to create whatever kind of erotic arousal he desired, involving behavior, attitude, age, action, costume and scenario. Having provided pictures of a subject, the more the better, he could watch her undress in her bedroom, perform a tantalizing strip-tease, masturbate in front of him, simply pose in the nude, or perhaps drive him mad for hours with deliberately frustrating tease. Costumes could be selected, the default being what she happened to be wearing in the photographs. Also available was an automatic “grab-bag” selection to let Phanta-See provide a scene at random, always different.

In addition to such customized constructions, Phanta-See also had a “dynamic rendering” mode, in which real people being observed were automatically undressed as the user watched them move about. So, among other options a man might simply specify pubic hair (Y or N) then watch up to six people go about their business in the nude in front of him. This could be done either in public with actual subjects present, or with media such as films or television. Weather reports were particularly popular: the busty gaziantep vip escort weather girl would make her forecast, gesturing at the maps, all the while completely naked. Regardless of the actual precipitation she predicted, her reports always resulted in thousands of personal drenchings in private!

Thomas waited a few minutes with the newspaper still on his lap to allow the erection Shawna had given him to subside. He’d let her go to work on him again when he got home and was able to give her and his cock the attention they deserved.

Arriving home Thomas wasted no time in getting ready to enjoy Shawna again. He hadn’t been able to resist watching the preview in the park after leaving the café, but now he was trembling with anticipation as he got ready for an extensive session of masturbation as she enticed and teased him. He loved having girls he’d seen and lusted for during the day lewdly expose themselves and encourage him to jerk off in his apartment as he lay naked a few feet away from them with his hot erection in his hand. It had been a long time since he had actually had a date with a real woman, and that usually hadn’t gone well. But the Phanta-See never disappointed, and it provided him with the best orgasms he’d ever had. As with many if not most men his needs didn’t go much deeper than that.

In the park he’d let the system choose a random scenario just so he could see how well Shawna was rendered based on the few photos he’d provided. To his delight she turned out to be near perfect – the generous contours of her body, the rich milk chocolate tones of her skin, the taunting promise of her full lips, and of course the prominent, firm globes of her derrière – it was all exactly what he wanted. That she happened to be black didn’t reflect a particular preference or prejudice on his part – he was an equal opportunity ejaculator. Dark, buxom women of African extraction; pale, delicate blondes from the Slavic steppes with their ice-blue eyes and girlish breasts; Japanese girls giggling and flipping their short skirts; passionate, dark-haired Mediterranean goddesses, flaxen-tressed Scandinavian teases and freckled Irish spitfires – they all rendered him helpless with raging hardons that begged to be fondled and driven mad with pleasure.

He decided to provide some configuration details to guide Shawna’s performance. He specified an emphasis on her ass, and after some thought chose a scenario in which he would be a voyeur watching her slowly undress and then take a shower, all without her knowledge. Then, he’d have her get her revenge with extended, merciless teasing. He undressed and got himself comfortable on the couch and began to fondle his penis as he watched her slowly disrobe with her back to him. He licked his lips and stared avidly as she teasingly pushed down her panties, one side at a time, back and forth, making him wait for those glorious buttocks to loom into view.

The Phanta-See was a marvel of engineering that took advantage of the latest in AI technology. Following a session the user had the opportunity to rate his experience on a scale of 1 to 10. This information was used to develop a rough profile that connected the user’s tastes with particular types of scenarios. But the device’s capabilities went far beyond that. If the user pressed the “Mark” button at a point of extreme excitement, when his erotic response to what he was seeing was at a maximum, the unit would use this information to tailor future sessions. The Phanta-See learned about its owner at a very intimate level, and over time its knowledge of his unconscious needs and vulnerabilities became more accurate and subtle.

Thomas didn’t understand the talk about virtual neural nets or multi-variate stimulus/response correlations; he just knew that the more he used Phanta-See the more aroused it would get him, driving him crazy with excitement and giving him just what he needed without his having to ask for it at all. Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that the Phanta-See learned how to make him need it.

Thomas owned the latest version of the unit, the Mark-4. There were rumors that the next version would be available soon, with features that made the user-base drool with anticipation. To begin with, the Mark-5 would come with a no-hands mode: a soft sheath of voltage controlled electro-gel would encase the penis, subjecting it to gentle squeezing and rubbing at precisely the times when the visual performance was judged by the unit to be the most arousing to the user. In addition to this, automatic monitoring of the user’s sexual response would be implemented. Engorgement of his penis, pulse and breath rates, temperature and blood flow would be continuously monitored and correlated with both the nature of the visual stimulus and where the electro-gel sheath was currently squeezing or sliding. The “Mark” button would still be available, but the automatic gaziantep yabancı escort system was anticipated to be far superior in deciding how best to intensify the user’s future sexual pleasure.

Finally, there was to be a subtle, unadvertised feature that most users probably would not be aware of until they had experienced it several times. With hands-on masturbation the point at which men climax is under their control; even when they try their utmost to edge themselves to extend their pleasure, when they decide to come – or, more likely, just surrender to their helpless need – it is a simple matter to stroke themselves to orgasm. The Phanta-See Mark-5 would be very different – when in no-hands mode it would not allow a user to climax simply because he needed to. It would extend his torment, using internal (and proprietary) algorithms, pitting pleasure against frustration to maximize his subsequent sexual dependency and addiction – in short, to ensure his continuing need for Phanta-See. The fact that the orgasms delivered by the Mark-5 would be wickedly, indescribably exquisite would make that need profoundly deep.

Thomas looked forward to new developments, but for now he was perfectly happy with his Phanta-See Mark-4; he absolutely loved what it did to him as he masturbated. Life would not be worth living without it.

Thomas was devoted to his cock, devoted to driving it mad with desire at every opportunity. He loved seeing it in desperate need of pleasure, as it was now as Shawna taunted him, and as he skillfully helped her with his own hands, teasing himself to keep his orgasm just out of reach. Even at quiet moments, lying in bed or reading, he enjoyed arousing his penis and then letting it go unsatisfied. When alone he often was dressed only in his underwear, and if while reading something arousing he happened to notice a stirring between his legs he’d give the awakening erection a little squeeze, and then remove his hand to let the excited organ suffer alone in frustration. He especially liked it when the tip of his swelling cock managed to reach the waist of his underwear, peeking out as if searching for the attention it desperately needed. Sometimes he’d whisper, taunting it: I love frustrating you like this – how’s that feel?

Even now, with his stiff cock fully erect and lividly purple with excitement, he coyly teased it with ultra-light fluttering of his fingertips, driving himself mad with aching need as he stared hungrily at Shawna, at her long, dark lashes, her deliberately mocking smile, her pink, flicking tongue. He loved seeing his erection openly displayed in front of her, loved revealing himself like this, showing the world what she was doing to him, how she drove him to masturbate helplessly, embracing the addiction she fed in him, a slave wallowing in naked, voluptuous pleasure, a slave to tantalizing sexual frustration…and loving it. She drove him wild for a full hour before he finally exploded in a spurting climax, moaning loudly in ecstasy as he worked his ravished cock with both hands, his shaft slick with lubricating lotion and semen under his twisting hand, while he lightly teased his tight scrotum with gentle fingernails. Through it all Shawna smiled wickedly at him, allowing only quick peeks at what he needed to see.

He’d be sure to post the recording of this session on the PhantaForum site when he next logged in. He loved seeing his excited penis being lovingly stroked in front of the images that were making it rigid with desire. Others on the site – the “Phanatics” as they called themselves – enjoyed seeing it, too, and he liked watching them masturbate to their fantasies as well. There was something so delicious about seeing other men also excited by what aroused him, and how they were driven to masturbate helplessly, just as he was. He wasn’t gay, but he did like watching excited cocks being worked over while he did the same to himself, imagining their thrills of pleasure as they touched themselves in those places that he knew so well, places they delicately touched and worried to keep themselves on the edge of orgasm for as long as they could, in erotic agony. Sometimes it seemed to him that knowing that other men were aroused in the same way he was, teased and tantalized by girls who were deliberately enticing them, was almost as exciting as the girls themselves. There was a bond of sorts, a fellowship of addictive sexual need.

Sometimes an image of a man masturbating to an arousing image, not necessarily from a Phanta-See session, would be copied and used as the backdrop for another man’s self-pleasuring, and that augmented image posted as well, now with two penises being stroked in front of the original scene. Naturally, others picked up on the joke, and soon one could see a series of four or five stiff cocks marching in sequence in front of the prick-teasing girl who had started the visual gaziantep yaşlı escort orgy in the first place.

This gave Thomas an idea for his own contribution to the game. One night he displayed one of his favorite images of a coy, cockteasing girl on one of his larger screens, and positioned a good-sized mirror just below it. He pointed a strong light between his spread legs, then went to work on his penis as he stared at the girl while she licked her lips and smiled wickedly, deliberately teasing. He looked up and down between the maddening girl and the reflection of his erection as he stroked, until he was on the brink of an explosive climax. As he stroked himself with his right hand he took a hand mirror in his left and pointed it at the large mirror in front of him just as his orgasm sent a burst of hot semen shooting into the air.

The image that he later extracted from the Phanta-See recording showed his cock ejaculating in a gushing fountain in front of the nasty little tease who had provoked it, but repeating into the distance as the two mirrors multiplied their reflections to infinity. Thomas was very pleased with the result; he thought it a stroke of genius! Of course, he was also a little drunk at the time. His effort was well-received on the PhantaForum, and led to a good deal of congratulatory jerking.

There were gay men who posted sessions too, of course, displaying themselves masturbating as they watched the hunks or twinks of their dreams stroking right in front of them. Thomas sometimes watched those, but he much preferred seeing the girls that other men of his own ilk lusted for, and would join those men in masturbating to mutual orgasms. He enjoyed discussing his excitement with others who shared his temperament. It aroused him to talk about what the girls did to him, how they made him feel as he masturbated to them, and he would become hard all over again talking about it, masturbating along with another man who was experiencing the same helpless desires. They understood each other so well, and enjoyed goading each other, describing what the girls did to get them to masturbate again and again. It was so good to ache for it together.

* * *

Towards the end of the summer Thomas decided he needed a change of pace, something that would get him outdoors and physically active. His other passion in life had long been hiking, so he signed up to join a group that was planning to hike together in the Alps. This would not be in Switzerland – that was too clichéd for his taste – but rather in the Tyrolean Alps of Austria. Based in a small town in a valley between stunning ranges of snow-covered mountains, the hiking activity would consist of day trips up to rugged peaks and ridges, followed by dinner at the charming inn the group had booked, finally ending with blissful sleep in a soft bed – just what Thomas was looking for: roughing it by day, luxury at night. He wasn’t crazy about the fact that he’d be sharing a room with another hiker – after all, who knew what pretty little things in tight shorts he might encounter on the trail, calling for extended privacy alone later on!

He had pleasant fantasies as he idly stroked himself in anticipation, imagining blue-eyed village Heidis, young, rosy-cheeked Fräuleins with generous breasts and long blonde braids. He looked forward to two weeks of vigorous exercise, and he hoped this would include work-outs for an overstimulated cock – the Phanta-See was at the top of his list of necessary equipment.

He would travel first to Munich, from which a chartered bus to the little Austrian town would leave. He splurged on first class airfare – there would be more attention from the hopefully attractive flight attendants who in addition to keeping him comfortable would provide hours of encouragement for his erection, which he hoped would be stirring for the entire flight. He planned to arrive in Munich a day early, and had booked a hotel room, so that he would be fresh and well-rested the next day for the trip into the mountains. It would also give him ample opportunity to enjoy whatever Phanta-See was able to record during his trip across the ocean.

He was certainly not disappointed as he took his seat in the forward cabin of the plane: the two attendants were quite pretty, though very different. One had a mouth-watering figure with full, high breasts, her auburn hair pulled back from her forehead with two pink barrettes at her temples; her partner was slender and sprightly, with curly raven hair that framed her cheeks in playful ringlets, and pert, girlish breasts.

As Thomas settled into his seat he carefully wiped the lenses of his Phanta-See glasses, his hands trembling with excitement. Before placing the unit into his carry-on bag he had set the configuration options to be used during the flight. He had chosen to use the dynamic rendering mode, so that he could watch the two girls as they moved up and down the aisle. As options he had selected smooth, hairless pudenda, and nudity save for translucent bikini panties. He judged that this would give him ample opportunity to lust over their enticing bodies, ogling their naked breasts while at the same time providing subtle tease that would keep his penis in a state of eager arousal as he strained to see as much as he could through their tantalizing panties.

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A Pile-up on the Interstate

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Traffic on the interstate was, as usual, heavy and slow. Driving forty miles a day, round trip, was bad enough. Having to drive in this traffic made Jan seriously think about quitting The only part of her job she hated was the drive back and forth.

If only she could quit. Talk about shooting yourself in the foot—that would definitely do it. First, there were the kids to consider. Jennifer was a sophomore at a college, eight hundred miles away. She couldn’t choose a college close by, or at least, in-state. Thank god for scholarships and grants. Mark was in his third year of high school. If he didn’t get his grades up, not only would there not be a scholarship, he probably wouldn’t qualify for anything but the local junior college.

Then there was Frank, her husband. He had a good job and brought home a good paycheck but as far as he was concerned, that ended his responsibilities. Everything else, was up to Jan. His help around the house was minimal. He was only happy when watching sports on television. Football, baseball, basketball or soccer, if it involved two teams and a ball, Frank wanted to watch it.

A landscaping firm took care of the outside of the house. Unless a home repair was quick, easy and uncomplicated, Frank wanted no part of it. The good news was that the electrical and plumbing were always in good repair, and the lawn looked great. The bad news was that it cost money, money and more money.

The house itself was a large, two story, four bedroom, that was more house than they needed, especially with just one kid at home, more house than Jan ever wanted. But Frank always bought the best, even if it stretched the budget to it’s limit. The house was why there was never extra money, why Jan had to work.

Jan’s mood was not being helped by the weather. It was mid July and the heat and humidity was oppressive. It was almost six o’clock and the temperature was still over eighty. A thin layer of perspiration coated Jan’s body, even with the AC on high.

“Oh, shit,” Jan muttered as traffic came to a halt. She could see far ahead but all she saw was stopped cars, stopped just like she was. Glancing out the window to her left, Jan was struck by the appearance of the man in the next car. “Damn,” Jan said quietly to herself, “that’s a good looking guy.”

She couldn’t tell if he was tall or short. He seemed to have a good build. It was his face, the chiseled good looks of an actor or politician, that interested her.

Something moved, deep down inside her, and she felt her nipples harden. Jan turned her face away, feeling almost embarrassed. Her sudden arousal made her wonder how long it had been since she and Frank did more than sleep in their bed. It had been awhile. A month? Maybe more? It used to be, before and just after they şanlıurfa escort got married, neither one of them wanted to go more than twenty four hours without sex. Actually, Frank wanted it but Jan was happy to give it.

Now, after twenty one years of marriage, two kids, and a million gallons of water under the bridge, sex didn’t seem as important as it used to. Somewhere along the line, one of them lost interest and the other shut down.

Frank had gained forty pounds since the wedding but Jan still loved him. She would have willingly given him, or let him take, anything he wanted. What hurt, when she allowed herself to think about it, was that he did not want anything.

Jan was not the model slim beauty she had been at nineteen but she still turned heads. She had short cropped, dark hair, brown eyes and a sensual mouth. Her breasts, always large, were even larger after two children. They were full and heavy but still firm. The pinkish tan aureoles, and the thick nipples they surrounded, still pointed straight out. Her waist was thick, her flared hips wide and her rounded ass firm. Her legs, always her strong point, were heavier, but still perfectly formed.

The traffic had stopped again. Jan figured she had gone less than a mile in the last twenty minutes. If she knew what the hold up was the stop and go might be easier to put up with.

She noticed the handsome man was next to her again. She stole a glance but this time he was staring at her. Their eyes met and the man smiled. Jan smiled back and quickly turned away. There was definitely something going on in her belly and her nipples were tingling. It was something she had not expected but she liked the feeling.

Jan felt a glow of warmth, spreading through her belly and settling between her legs. She wanted to touch herself, to rub her pussy and strengthen the sensation., but she couldn’t. After all, she was sitting in her car, stuck in a traffic jam. She didn’t even touch herself in her own bed. “What the hell is going on with me?” she asked, not really expecting an answer.

She held the steering wheel with her right hand and let her left hand rest in her lap. Without really thinking about it, Jan raised the front of her dress, pulling the hem to the top of her bare legs. The cool air caressed the naked flesh, sending a wiggle of movement up her spine. It felt so good she tucked the material under herself to make sure the full length of her legs remained exposed. She told herself it was to let the cool air reach her thighs but she knew better. Her left hand was still in her lap but now the fingertips traced circles on her smooth flesh.

If she thought about it, she would never find the courage to do what she wanted to so she just didn’t gaziantep sarışın escort think about. She pushed her left hand between her thighs, pressing her fingers against the warm nylon that covered her. She gasped at the bolt of pleasure that shot into her pussy, through her belly and up her spine. Her hand pressed harder and the pleasure increased. She rubbed the dampening fabric and the image of Celeste filled her mind.

Celeste was secretary to the boss. She was no more than twenty two, a tall, slender blond with long, straight hair, a beautiful face and a nearly perfect body.

Three months earlier, Jan had stayed late to finish a report. It was almost seven when she clocked out and headed for the exit. As she passed the boss’s office, she heard a muffled groan.

Jan entered the office where Celeste sat and went to the inner office door. Apparently, the occupants of the inner office thought they were alone because the door was half open and the two people were making no attempt to be quiet.

But it was not the boss with Celeste. It was Randy, the sales manager. He sat on the edge of the desk, his back to the door. His suit jacket was tossed on the chair and his pants were around his ankles. Because of the angle Jan was looking from, only Celeste’s head was visible above the desk. But it was obvious what she was doing. Jan could clearly see Randy’s erection, moving in and out of her mouth.

Sitting in traffic, that was the picture that filled Jan’s head. Only Jan wasn’t kneeling in front of Randy. She was sitting on the desk and Celeste was kneeling in front of her.

A horn blasted behind Jan, making her jump. Jan shook her head to clear it and saw traffic had moved up twenty feet. Jan pulled up, stopping with her bumper a foot away from the car in front of her.

The vision of Celeste, kneeling before her, scared Jan. She had never before touched another woman, other than in friendship. She had never even thought about touching another woman. It was too much and Jan had to stop it. She straightened her dress, put both hands on the steering wheel, cleared her throat and stared straight ahead.

Celeste’s hands rested on Jan’s thighs as her tongue pushed in between the thick lips of her sex. “Oooooohhhhh, god!” Jan groaned, her own hand moving under her skirt to cup her hot, wet pussy. She did not mean to, she did not want to, but she couldn’t stop. In her mind, Celeste was eating her pussy and the power of the vision was driving her. She knew she would do it, masturbate on her way home, whether she wanted or not. It had already gone to far.

Traffic came to a standstill. Jan put her car in park and raised her ass of the seat. She worked both hands under her skirt, şehitkamil escort hooked her thumbs in the elastic waistband, and pushed her panties down off her hips. She slid the nylon underwear over her knees and down to her ankles. Keeping her head up, she leaned forward and got her feet out of the panties. Jan straightened and stuffed her panties into her purse, jabbing her fingers an the bristles of her hair brush.

Traffic started moving and Jan found herself hoping it would stop again. A quarter mile and Jan got her wish.

Jan put her car in park and separated her legs as far as she could. As she fingered herself, the vision of Celeste, with her head between Jan’s thighs, again flooded Jan’s brain. Though she had no idea where the thought came from, Jan was thoroughly enjoying it. She loved the idea of Celeste licking her pussy and wondered what it would be like to lick Celeste.

The heat that radiated from Jan’s crotch, the wetness that oozed into her slit, surprised, almost shocked her but it was nothing compared to what she felt when she let her finger slip into opening between her legs.

“It feels so good!” Jan groaned, as she pushed her finger into her sex. But she wanted more. Something longer, harder, thicker.

Then she remembered the hairbrush. She opened her purse and extracted the hairbrush.

The horn behind blew again and Jan impatiently pulled up. She wondered if anyone could see what she was doing but she did not really care. She took the hairbrush and holding it by the bristles, inserted the handle into her vagina.

Her skirt was up and her ass was on the edge of the seat. With her eyes closed, she pumped the hairbrush handle in and out, amazed by how good it felt.

The horn again. This time, the jam seemed to be breaking. As Jan drove, she felt the hairbrush bristles sticking her thighs, the handle was still in her channel.

Twenty minutes later, Jan turned off the expressway and pulled into the first parking lot she came to. She drove behind the buildings to be out of view of the street, and pulled her dress up around her hips. She raised her right leg, onto the seat, and with her left hand, she slid the hairbrush handle in and out of her pussy while rubbing her clit the tip of her right hand’s middle finger. It took a long time to orgasm but when she did, it’s intensity, it’s power, almost overwhelmed her. “OOOOOHHHHHHMYFUCKINGGOD!!!”

Jan sat slumped over for several minutes. She could not remember the last time she had an orgasm but she knew she had never had an orgasm like that. Finally, her breathing, her body, returned to normal, and she drove home.

“Bad day?” Frank asked, as they sat across from each other eating supper.

“No, not really,” Jan said. Ever since she got home, Jan was very aware of not wearing panties. She was forty one ad this was the first time she ever not wore panties. She liked the sensation not wearing panties gave her.

“I heard there was a four car pile-up on the interstate,” Frank said, “the drive home must have been rough.”

“It wasn’t bad,” Jan said with a sly smile, “as a matter of fact, I enjoyed it.”

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A New Day

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There were days when work wasn’t so insane, when she found spare moments to breathe and contemplate life. It was these moments that he enjoyed with her, even miles away as he was. He understood that her life was busy and as much as she wanted to make him a bigger part of it, it couldn’t work out like that.

They took what time they could get with each other. Mere words placated them; they had to. Other things helped too; the invention of certain toys that could be controlled over the internet helped even more. At this very moment, she sat in her office with the door closed, the blinds pulled down over her tall hallway-facing window. She put up a sign indicating she’d be on a long conference call; she locked the door; she sent all her calls to voice mail; she ignored the onslaught of emails that never ended anyway. She needed him, right now and he was ready.

She sat atop the towel she kept tucked in her bag, her damp panties removed and left in a pile on her desk. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and her thighs were spread widely as she eased to the edge of her chair. A telltale pink string hung down over that edge, dangling from between her slightly spread, glistening bare lips. She quickly dialed his number on her mobile, and hooked the earpiece on. She logged onto the website and found him waiting for her, already impatient to begin. As soon as she said hello to him, she felt the fat egg slid deep inside her rumble to life. It was seated against her gspot and she gasped as it vibrated on that lowest setting.

Her fingers undid her gaziantep sahibe escort blouse, letting the soft material part and reveal her black lacy bra. He quietly stated instructions to her, and she complied. He smiled and she heard it in his voice as he told her to pinch those thick nipples, to twist and tug them as he eased the vibrations higher. Her moans were soft, obviously struggling not to let them be heard by passing coworkers. Her legs curled tightly against the edge of her seat and her tush wiggled in response to the increasing speed. She was grateful that she remembered to bring the towel as a slippery scented rush of juices trickled from her spread open pussy.

She ached to bring her fingers down to her exposed clit to touch it but she had told him, today, she would comply with whatever he said, knowing he knew her limits of being in her office. He did not wish to embarrass or humiliate her, only to bring her some relief to her busy days. His own hand curled around his cock, keeping it hard with slow measured strokes. She increased the tension of her pinching fingers and he grinned again, hearing her soft squeak as she pulled as hard as she could. He wished she was at home so that she could land a few smacks to those tits; her mind rushed with the same thoughts. But doing this at work meant they both had to display restraint. It was a sacrifice they both made to spend time together.

Suddenly her hips thrust up; he had flicked the power to high and her nails dug into her hard nipples şahinbey escort as she twisted them, trying, nearly in vain, to control herself from crying out. She gazed down at her pussy. Her clit was throbbing, so swollen, exposed from beneath that hood. He whispered to her what he would want her to do if she was home; she groaned out as he taunted her, reminding her how, that one day not too long ago, she landed slap after slap to her thighs, her lips, her clit, how she cried out at that one harsh one that stung her palm. He could imagine her trembling in her chair, her body taut with arousal and barely maintaining her vocal responses.

She exhaled constantly in soft moans now, sounding like soft pleas as she squirmed on the edge of her chair and her orgasm. His own voice started to break slightly as he increased the speed of his strokes around his throbbing shaft. His fist smeared the dribble of slippery precum down his cock; he grinned as he remembered how, when they met one of those few times on his business trips, she had eagerly lapped at his slit, and smeared it down his cock with her wiggling tongue. The image about sent him over, so he pulled his hand away just to calm down for a moment. Just the sound of her moans could push him to cum and he wanted to wait.

He glanced at the clock and knew their time was nearly up. Almost reluctantly he told her to pull one hand off her luscious tit, slide it down to her clit and slowly begin to rub it. He decreased the vibrations against her gspot and şahinbey escort bayan she murmured her grateful thanks. The power of that small egg was immense and she didn’t want to scream when she finally came. No more words came from either of them, only soft moans from her to complement his much louder, freer groan and grunts. His strong hand now worked his cock insistently; when he could he told her how hard he was, how his balls ached to be emptied, how he was imagining his hand was her cunt bouncing on his dick.

She gasped out as he fired up the vibrations again and she started to writhe in her seat, her naked bottom rubbing hard against that towel, knowing her soft flesh would be slightly sore from it. He growled out to her that he was so close and in moments, together, miles away from each other, they came. His cum shot up across his stomach and chest; hers dribbled out around that pink string, a thick drop slipping down it to fall upon the chair mat below her. She grabbed her panties and jammed them into her mouth, biting down on them to muffle her cries. That damn egg rumbled on, forcing her to cum again, her own fingers unable, unwilling to pull away from her clit. Only after she came a third time did the egg come to a rest inside her twitching spasming pussy.

She sighed as her calendar reminder popped up on her screen; she had 5 minutes before her next damn meeting. He heard that noise, knowing it meant their time was up for now. He asked her to leave in the egg, even though her inner muscles ached around it. She complied, wanting to feel it, feel him inside her, even artificially. He laughed as she told him she had to spray her office with the air freshener to mask her own perfume. She quickly slid her panties back on and they said their goodbyes. She straightened out her clothes, checked her makeup, wiped off the glistening sweat upon her brow and sighed as she went back to work.

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A Girl’s Diary Ch. 02

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Eva came barging into the apartment. “Tara, you…” she stopped in the midsentence and her eyes went wide as they took in my exposed teenage body. “… are naked?” she stammered obvious confused.

“I.. I’m sorry” My face was red as a lobster, I felt small child getting caught stealing cookies from the cookie jar. Everything was racing through my mind making it impossible to think clearly. “I… I was just about to” I started to explain my situation.

“Have a little fun?” she finished my sentence. I momentarily froze. For an instant, I thought she wanted to crawl on top of me and rub me into a new pinnacle but that idea left as quick as it appeared. Grabbing my bathrobe, I got up and hurriedly put it on to cover my boobs and apparently still, even to my surprise, throbbing lips.

“I’m going to take a shower” was all I told her. I didn’t mention that I found her vibrating panties to get back to her, in fact I couldn’t think of anything else but to get away from her judging eyes.

“Can I go first? I was at the gym and can’t stand myself all smelly like this” Eva asked. Her words barely reached my ears. My knees suddenly weakened from another aftershock of my earlier adventure and my hands were reaching for support from the bed post. Not wanting to be under her judging look again, I simply nodded while trying hard not to sigh or give her a sign of my pleasure. She disappeared into the bathroom while I sat down on my bed with my head in my hands.

Although the walls were paper-thin and she could probably even hear me breath, I was glad to be alone for a moment. It was the look in her eyes that made me feel so embarrassed, it was like she could see what I was thinking. I just sat there with my thoughts racing through my head, I could hardly run away, we were stuck sharing a room together. I decided just to hide the incident in the furthest corner of my head, try to forget it, and hope she would do the same thing.

When Eva came out of the bathroom, she was wearing just a towel hooked just above her bosom and dropping till just below her private parts. I got up and walked from the bed to the steamy bathroom. “Had a nice shower?” I asked her cheerfully as I walked past her.

She looked at me with a surprised look but smiled back showing her bright white teeth. “Yeah, but you may have to wait till the water has warmed up.”

I turned around and thanked her. Her bright blue eyes, blonde hair, and young face gave her an air of innocence that contrasted sharply with most of the girls I had seen around campus. When she looked away, it seemed she was a little uncomfortable with what she’d walked in on earlier and I hated myself for even briefly thinking about her throwing herself on top of me.

I closed the door behind me before letting the bathrobe slip from my shoulders and hung it up on a hook. Just as I was about to step in the shower, I noticed something small and shiny by the sink. I picked it up to examine, it was a small white remote about the size of a car key. The first button was labelled “on” and below that were two more buttons. One had a “+” sign on it while the other had a “”sign pictured on it. As I tried to match it with something in the apartment my mind slowly started to grasp what this remote would be able to control. A wide small appeared on my face thinking about all the possibilities. I hid the remote in the pocket of my bathrobe. I climbed in the shower and let the cool water slowly free my mind.

#

That evening, Eva and I spent on the couch talking like nothing had happened. After the shower, I had changed into my grey PJ shorts and a loose hanging top that left my belly button exposed. Eva was wearing a pair of yoga pants that fit around her thighs and butt showing of her beautiful curves. Her ass was round and juicy and almost begged to get spanked although she herself didn’t seem to pay any attention to her sexuality. In fact this was the only thing sensual about her, together with the yoga pants she wore a loose matching top covering her upper body from her neck all the way down to her pants. But it was obvious from the way her breasts jiggled each time she got up that she wasn’t wearing a bra.

After the usual talk about college and classes, for Eva this was the second year at college, I tried to steer the conversation in the direction of boys, especially Nick. I talked about my old boyfriend in high school hoping to get something personal out of her, but Eva would only ask questions about myself. Finally after a couple glasses gaziantep özbek escort of wine, I asked if she knew Nick.

“Yes. We had a couple classes together last year,” she replied. “I would see him around here and we’d say, ‘Hi’, but we didn’t really hang out that much with each other.” I was kind of disappointed by her answer, I had hoped she knew him better and could invite him over sometime to hang out.

#

It was about eleven PM when Eva went to bed since her college start early in the morning. My first class wouldn’t be till one PM but about an hour later I followed her to the bedroom. Eva was laying with her back towards the rest of the room. Apparently she thought it was too hot to fall asleep because she had stripped off her yoga pants and her covers were kicked to one side. I stood in the doorpost for a couple seconds looking before I recognised the pair of panties she was wearing. They were black laced and were the same ‘special’ panties I had held in my fingers that morning.

My eyes widened as I saw them. I had initially guessed she never wore them and she kept them because they were a gag gift or something. But here she was wearing them in the safety of her bedroom. I knew I shouldn’t do it, but I decided to tease her a little. I went back to the bathroom to get the white remote I had ‘stolen’ earlier. I let it slide through my fingers and had to hold myself back to not turn it on immediately. I turned off the lights and crawled into my bed, directly opposing hers and giving me a good view of what was about to happen.

I waited for thirty minutes and listened to the sound of Eva breathing to make sure she was deep asleep. I snuggled myself under the covers with the remote giggling like a high school girl. In the dim light coming through the closed curtains I could still make out her silhouette. She was still laying with her back towards me, with one leg stretched and the other pulled up like she was running. I could slightly see her shirt was hugging her thin waist. I pushed the “On” button on the remote and watched her carefully.

I wasn’t really sure what to expect. Eva didn’t move or react, or at least for as far as I could see. I didn’t hear a slight buzzing noise either. Was this even the right remote? I never stopped to think if it could match something else around here that I didn’t know about. I pressed the “+” button once more and waited. When there was still no response, I pressed it again but she still didn’t move. Disappointed I rolled on my back and tried to go to sleep.

After a couple minutes I heard some muffled noises coming from Eva’s side of the room. At first I didn’t really pay attention to it but the sounds grew louder and more frequent. Then I heard her. “Oh god,” She moaned softly as she rolled over on her back. I thought her eyes were still closed but it was hard to see in the dark. I stayed still in my bed trying not to make a sound, if the vibrating panties had woke her up she would surely know I turned them on.

I laid on my back with my eyes fiercely closed and pretended to be asleep. My heart was pounding and the adrenaline running through my body. I didn’t dare to move, I was bound by my own actions. I waited for a couple minutes listening to the soft sighs and moans escaping Eva’s mouth. The small remote was still in my sweaty fingers waiting to be used again. She didn’t roll over again or got out of bed, or at least I didn’t hear any evidence for that. Finally I dared to open my eyes and in silence I turned my head towards her.

Sweat was glistering on her forehead in the faint moon light and as my eyes adjusted more to the darkness, I thought I could see her occasionally clenching her thighs. It’s definitely on, I thought by myself with a wide smile. She was obviously reacting to the small vibrator in her panties, but she still seemed distant. She was having a wet dream! I almost shouted out loud. How could I have been so stupid? She was still deep asleep.

Eva was panting heavily and I could see her chest heave. Her loose top that was at first anything but sensual was now sticking to her damp body letting her breast point upward. I hadn’t really noticed how firm they were before. From my quick snooping through her underwear drawer, I knew she had a C-cup but it wasn’t until that instant that I realised how hot she really was. Even with hair sticking to her fore head. I looked down to the remote in my hand and decided to turn it up one porno videolar more time.

With anticipation I watched her flinch as a quiet moan escaped her lips. Subconsciously I clenched my own legs while imagining the stimulation she must be receiving. To be in control of her pleasure, even in her sleep, was actually turning me on, and a moist was building up between my thighs. I watched my roommate rub her legs together, probably pressing the small vibrator tighter against her cunt because suddenly she arched her back and moaned out loud.

At that same moment her panting suddenly stopped and I watched in terror how she sat straight up and opened her eyes. Shit, I thought by myself, she caught me. I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep again. I could feel her eye’s poking at me. She knew. Who else could it be? Why was I so stupid? Sweat broke out on my fore head as I heard the floor squeak. Eva’s heavy breathing was filling the room as she came closer. I kept my eyes shut straight to maintain my act, if she found out I was toying with her she’d definitely be pissed.

I could feel the warmth coming from her body as I was sure she was standing right next to my bed. I thought that I could hear a faint buzzing noise. I felt trapped, not able to move a single muscle as I sensed she was leaning over me. What was she doing? Didn’t she already know it was me? I wondered, it felt like an eternity.

Then an intriguing scent came to my nose; a scent I would recognise anywhere, anytime. The scent of woman’s nectar. She finally started to moved away. A flood of relieve washed over my body. The floor squeaked again as she climbed back in her bed. After about ten minutes of silence, I dared to slowly open one eye and turn my head just enough to look be able to see her. In the darkness I could still make out her dark form on the bed. She was on her back with her knees up in the air, spread. Her wrist was making small movements between her thighs. Both my eyes widened in the dark.

I could hear her clearly. Her breathing was irregular and fast. Apart from that I distinguished a wet, sucking sound. Another soft moan escaped from her lips but this time she wasn’t lost in a dream. I kept watching this beautiful spectacle. Other than myself, I had never seen a girl masturbate, not even online. I bit my lip. I never ever thought I could be into girls, but the sight of Eva masturbating in front of me was driving me crazy. I remained frozen with my eyes fixed on the hypnotizing image my roommate offered. . I could feel the tingle of excitement between my legs and desperately needed to touch myself, but I was afraid Eva would notice. Again I was unable to move and that was honestly turning me on even more.

The accelerating sucking and squishing noises coming from the other side of the room made me want to jump up and help her. I could feel the wetness trickling down the inside of my legs as my pussy demanded attention. I watched her silhouette arch her back and moan and was sure she sometimes threw a look in my direction. Even in the dark I could see her hard nips poke through the thin fabric of her shirt. I saw the dark line of her panties down at her ankles as her right hand was furiously rubbing between her legs, while the other hand was teasing the little bulbs covered by her top.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her and at the same time didn’t dare to look at her. My clit was throbbing and it felt like it would explode if I didn’t take care of it soon. I was practically humping my mattress by the time Eva arched her back and achieved her highlight of the evening. I figured she would go to the bathroom to freshen up by the time she was done, giving me the chance to take care of my own needy little cunt. I could already feel little drips running down my inner thigh staining my sheets. But my hope was idle. I watched Eva arch her back in a spasm and her hands went still. Even in the dark I could see the look of pleasure forming on her face. I waited for my release but she didn’t get up. She simply turned back around with her panties still at her ankles.

My disappointment and frustration were palpable. Afraid of making a sound and alarming my roommate, I was unable to move while the excitement between my legs slowly faded. I didn’t get my highlight of the evening. Eva’s breathing softened and became more regular as the time passed. Finally I gave up and went to sleep as well with the hope maybe my dreams would offer some relief.

#

The gaziantep rus escort next morning I woke to the sound of my alarm and half asleep I turned it off. The evening before I set my alarm for ten o’clock to make sure I would wake up in time, but now I regretted that decision. I turned around in my bed to face Eva’s side of the room, but her bed was empty. She must have left for class already, I thought. Slowly I sat up, rubbing the last sleep out of my eyes.

The bathroom was still slightly steamy as I walked in. Eva’s clothing from last night was hanging over the edge of laundry basket. I wiped some condensate off the mirror to look at myself. The bags from under my eyes hadn’t shrunk and my hair was a mess. It looked like it was standing almost straight up. “I need a shower” I said to myself while stroking my hair down. I turned the shower on and stepped under the streaming water. A small shudder shot through my spine as the cold water hit my skin. I sighed knowing it wouldn’t get much warmer any time soon. I washed myself fully and let the soap spill of my naked body as my mind went back to the precious night. The image of Eva’s body arching and moaning was burned in my memory.

I was still sure I was straight, at least I had never been with a woman or even fantasised about it. However, watching and hearing Eva getting off because of my actions had been strangely exciting and at some point even turning me on. When I closed my eyes, I could still see her silhouette shuddering under the touch of her own fingers and hear the soft moans escaping her sweet lips. Those full lips who could be doing so much more. When my eyes opened, I found my fingers gently fondling my inner lips ready to send ripples of pleasure through my body on my command. But I didn’t want my own touch. I needed something else, someone else.

Then I remembered something I had heard about it from friends and even read about in some girly online forum. I tried to steady myself in the slippery shower and raised the shower head from its supporting bracket. The strong rays of water now hitting just the bathroom tiles. I leaned back against the wall, spread my legs, and aimed the shower head between them. Immediately streams of hot water started to hit my overly sensitive pussy. Not just my lips and clit, but the entire area around it got attention. I started to rock my head back and forth as the strong pulsating touch just kept on going without me doing anything. I felt my clit becoming stimulated and brought the source of all this pleasure closer to my needy cunt. It started to hit me harder and brought me already to the verge of coming. I closed my eyes.

I saw Ned here with me in the shower holding the shower head close to my sensitive lips and pinning me against the walls with his strong arms. I let him do with me as he pleased. He spread my legs with his, giving him a clear view on my shaved pussy. My body was pulsating from the powerful rush of water against the insides of my legs and I tried to pull myself away from this inevitable orgasm. However, Ned used his entire body to keep me in place. Honestly, I wanted him to dominate me, to make me unable to move like I was last night.

Then I saw my roommate, dressed in a silken bathrobe that wasn’t tied together, showing everything from her side boobs to her stomach and her black lace vibrating panties. She was sucking on her dripping wet fingers, probably from her own nectar. Her eyes were closed like she was receiving some kind of stimulating pleasure. She had the white remote in her hand and leaned over, showing me more of her firm breasts hanging below her. My mind filled in what I hadn’t seen the night before.

Soft grunts started to escape my lips as my hips started to thrust into the water and I gave in to the urge. I lost complete control of my own body and my knees almost buckled as I leaned over. My entire body tensed and tightened as waves of pure pleasure kept on rolling from my heavily stimulated clit to my brain. I let out a long, low animal-like cry of pure bliss. Finally I had to move the shower head away from my throbbing pussy. I had never felt anything like this before and suddenly felt exhausted.

I sat down on the cold tiles, the shower head hanging down next to me. As my mind cleared, I reflected on meaning of my fantasy. I just masturbated to my roommate? I had clearly pictured Eva but it wasn’t like I wanted to think of her. She was just the first female image to form in my mind, I rationalized. I couldn’t believe that I would really want to have a sexual encounter with her, but I also couldn’t deny how excited I was both last night and just then in the shower. I shuddered slightly as the last remnants of pleasure ebbed away. I got up on shaky legs and turned off the water. Surely I was going to do this again, but at that moment, I had to get ready for class.

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