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## It Makes Me Jealous

Which is why I told my husband Thomas I wanted to do it. He stirs his coffee at the table for a moment and gently sets the spoon down.

“But won’t it make you upset?” he asks.

“That’s kind of the idea,” I say. “There’s pleasure hidden under there. The thicker the blanket of jealousy and humiliation, the thicker the layer of pleasure that bleeds into it. I don’t know how to describe it any clearer.”

Thomas sips his coffee and nods for a moment. He brings his phone out of his pocket.

“Alright,” he says as he slides his phone over, “you can text her what you want to do this Saturday. Just make sure you know your limits and don’t make yourself too jealous. I don’t want you to feel hurt.”

“And you fucking Lola behind my back without telling me, was that supposed to hurt or make me feel good?” I retort.

“Well… Everything turned out alright in the end, didn’t it?”

I bring up their text conversation. I can’t help but to go through their photos. The jealousy is at its height as I scroll through. Lola has professional photos of her flexing in the mirror, in dresses I could never wear, and then in types of lingerie that I didn’t know existed.

“For fucks sake. Did you have to get the most in-shape woman in the gym?”

“She’s a contender for Miss California. I couldn’t help myself,” says Thomas.

The smile that we exchange is enough to seal the deal. I throw back the rest of my coffee, crawl under the table, unzip his fly, and take his entire hard cock into my mouth.

I text Lola as my husband grunts while I stroke him.

“This is Thomas’s wife, Nicole. I want you at my house an hour early before our session. This is what I’d like to do.”

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## Lola is On Time

Thomas is instructed to wait in the guest room as she lets herself in, walks up the stairs and enters the bathroom. I’d rather not talk to her, but I made it very clear to her that she’s only allowed to ask me questions about how to please my husband better. The idea of instructing this stunning whore leaning in my bathroom doorway makes my pussy pulse. Without a word, Lola takes off her sports bra and spandex.

“Okay. Your show,” she says.

I turn the water on for her and let it warm up while I take her clothes to wash them. When I return, the shower is steamy. I open it for her as she steps in. I step in after her with my clothes on.

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## I Bathe Her

She stands still while I take care of everything. I lather trabzon escort her with soap and scrub her, lifting her arms and positioning her to get every surface of her body. She’s facing me when I lather my hands and press them over her pussy.

Lola lets out a small moan of pleasure as I move my hands to clean her. I move to her ass, circling and making sure she’s completely clean.

I wash her hair, using expensive bottles of shampoo, conditioner, and other lotions that I would have bought myself as a gift for my ten years at work. Instead, I’m using it to make a whore glisten to fuck my husband. There’s rage as I pull her hair, milking out the shampoo as the water runs through it. But with every stroke, every pulse of rage, two more pulses of pleasure resound in my pussy and clit. It’s contradicting and twisting places in my mind the longer the steam builds in the shower.

We stay in the shower so I can dry her. The expensive towels I bought just for her make me mad. I’m still in my clothes and completely soaking wet. Yet I dry her with the fanciest and highest quality fabric I could buy. She glistens when she’s dry. I feel like wet garbage.

And I’ve never felt so turned on.

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## She Takes My Place at the Vanity Set

With a towel wrapped in her hair, I kneel in front of her. I apply moisturizer all over her body so she smells like lavender. Lavender is Thomas’s favorite scent. I usually wear it. And smelling her, almost as if I’m smelling myself, makes me wish I could fuck my husband instead of her. Lola connects her eyes with me and smiles with one corner of her mouth.

She can feel my jealousy. Lola takes a long breath in to smell herself, then smiles at me again.

What a whore.

The most humiliating part is the makeup. She brings her own, and she has nicer sets than I do. Makes sense since she’s a pageant contestant and I’m an older accountant. I take extra care with her eyeliner, heavy on the smoky eye, and apply several layers of makeup to make her look like the whore she needs to be for my husband.

I go for the blow dryer, but she shakes the towel out of her hair. She runs her hand through her silky wet hair.

“I like it wet like this. I’ll look sexier for Thomas. Do you think he’d like that?”

I know he will. She knows he does. She’s just asking me to make me jealous.

Just like I asked her to.

“Yes, Lola. I think he’d think it’s sexy if your hair were still wet,” I say, almost through my teeth.

Lola points to the towel on the floor. I pick it up and put it in the hamper. The jealousy tunceli escort and envy are building, but so is the pleasure. I feel it like a balloon in my heart, inflating and threatening to burst into orgasms inside of me. I keep myself contained as I move to the boxes on the counter.

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## I Dress Her

First, the red stockings that are sheer and high on the thigh. Then the garter, which fits her chiseled torso so well that I’ve decided to no longer have donuts for a mid-morning snack. I snap them into the thigh highs, then put on her red strappy shoes.

For the last tough, I take body glitter and smear it all over her exposed skin. The glistening of her shoulders in the dim light of the bathroom makes her look like a fairy ready to magically take any man she wants.

She’ll be stealing my man for the evening while I watch.

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## I Require Myself to Present Lola

Thomas is on the edge of the bed when I open the guest room door. He gives me a nervous smile, but it quickly turns devious.

Like I asked him to be.

“Did you have fun preparing my whore for me?” he asks.

The question makes me stammer my feet like I’m a teen doing chores as a punishment. I ball my fists up and huff and puff. There’s heat on my cheeks as my head shakes out the answer.

“Yes, daddy. She’s a perfect whore and she’s ready to fuck you.”

“And are you going to be a good cuckquean and sit on your thrown and watch?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good. Well, bring her in. Announce her, then take your seat.”

I love this three times more than I hate it. With every demeaning second that goes by, the pleasure wins over. I step into the hall, take Lola by the hand, and bring her into the room. Both Thomas and Lola look at each other for several moments, ignoring me as I take my place on the chair.

I remove my damp clothes and sit naked on the chair. This time, all I want to see is how turned on my husband can be by her.

Because it will turn me on just as much.

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## I Present Lola

“Your whore is ready for you,” I say to Thomas.

“Very good Nicole. Now, be quiet, and let us enjoy each other,” he says.

I bite my lip, stifling the last of my anger and protest that wants to spew out of my mouth and ruin the moment. But that last anger goes away as Lola steps onto the bed, stands over Thomas’s naked body, and proceeds to bend over with such dexterity that her legs flex while her mouth comes down perfectly on his cock to suck it.

I put a hand over my mouth and my pussy at the same time at the sight uşak escort of them.

She moans like a porn star. The vibrations of her moaning are perfect around Thomas’s cock as he leans his head back in approval. Her wet hair graces Thomas’s chest. Everything about her glistens and shines, especially the groves of her muscles as she holds herself in that position.

The jealousy of her dexterity and flexibility shifts parts of my mind. I wish I was her right now. I wish I could suck my husband like that. The fact that I’m not doing it and watching someone else pleasure my husband in ways I can’t just make me…

Insanely satiated.

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## Lola Faces Me

As she mounts Thomas in reverse cowgirl. I can see Thomas exploring her ass and back with his hands. Lola grinds over him, leaning back enough so that I can see how hard his cock is, and how deep it sheathes into her pussy. Her hands come up to her perfect tits, moving more of the body glitter around as she moves back and forth.

We connect eyes and she never takes them off of me as she fucks Thomas harder.

Her mouth parts as Thomas moans louder.

Lola moans even more. I go to touch myself and stroke my clit to bring my orgasm up to their level.

“No no no,” says Lola, “don’t you dare. You don’t get to touch yourself. You just get to watch.”

I’m pouting like a teenage girl, which turns Lola on even more. She fucks him harder. Thomas moans louder. And I can tell that she’s got him right at the edge of orgasm.

She sits back off of his cock right before he cums. She strokes him, aiming his cock at me. The amount that Thomas ejaculates is impressive. It sails across the room and onto me, making a mess of my chest. Some of his cum gets in my hair. I feel completely gross from wearing wet clothes and now cum produced from this whore jerking my husband off.

It’s one of the best feelings I’ve had in a bedroom situation. Ever.

Everyone is panting as the heat of the room comes down. Lola is giggling and looking back at Thomas. Thomas is still recovering, sensitive from being jerked and cumming so hard. I’m panting simply because the body orgasm I had without touching myself is a new sensation that I’m processing.

Lola heightens the moment as she grabs onto Thomas.

“Ready for round two?”

I’m not sure who she’s asking, but I don’t care. I nod anyway. And she mounts my husband again.

Thomas was right. Everything turned out well in the end. In the most sinister and twisted way possible. I can’t get enough.

We go seven rounds. I’m a sopping mess.

And I love it.

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Tourists

They were tourists; two women in sun hats, cameras slung around their necks, sensible shoes, and fanny packs, clutching brochures of the grounds and (we discovered later) a small ‘welcome’ post card not intended for them. They stepped into the alcove formed by the neatly trimmed hedges a few yards to the right of where Astare and I were sitting on the long low garden bench with our wine and assorted charcuterie tray as my husband and Astare’s Greg finished setting things up for our afternoon picnic.

We were on private property and fully within our rights (granted by the owners) to be there and doing what we were doing – these two were unauthorized interlopers here, at least technically. Yet it is never our intention to shock or offend non-enthusiasts or impose our tastes on their ‘decent’ sensibilities. So, I did cringe inwardly a bit and fully expected that once what they were seeing registered, they would make whatever bumbling sort of alarmed excuses they could manage and back (or run) out of the alcove the way they came. They would have a story to tell their fellow tour group members over lunch, but nothing more would come of it.

But it seems to take somewhat longer than it rightly should for things to register with these two. They pause there just inside the alcove and their gazes sweep the scene, going from the two males, who have looked up at them from their task securing the umbrella, to where Astare and I sit, then back again, once, twice before the younger of the two, a slender mousy thing in glasses, turns to the other and says;

“Really, we should go.” and backs away a step or two towards the exit as expected.

The other, a middle aged, slightly heavy, dishwater blonde, nods noncommittally, but then, rather than withdrawing, looks down at the brochure map of the grounds she’s clutching, then back up at me and, “Ahm, so is this the way to the statuary section?” she asks.

“I don’t think so.” I answer, try to smile through my irritation at what I take as her obliviousness, until that is, I see her gaze swing back to the two males and,

“Oh.” she says. Then, “So I guess we’re a little lost.”

At which point I recognize that, whatever else she may be thinking, things have certainly registered.

We were at a large villa in Italy where a group of fellow CFNM enthusiasts had decided to meet up for a four day get together. One of our number, Lydia, had purchased the place for a ridiculously low sum under an agreement with the Italian government that she and her husband would restore it and preserve its historically significant features. To defray the costs of restoration and upkeep, Lydia offered occasional guided tours of the villa and surrounding gardens to tourists.

Our group hailed from many locales and countries. Most of us had never met in person, but we shared a common interest and had come for the pleasure of pursuing it with other enthusiasts in these luxurious surroundings. Lydia had clearly marked off certain gated portions of the gardens and villa interior for our group’s private use, posting ’employee only, do not enter’ signs to bar doorways and certain garden paths and, further, had instructed the guides to avoid those areas on any tour until our departure.

Astare and I had come to know one another via the group’s private messaging platform. We had spoken once on the phone when I saw her name on the list for attendees at the villa. She was excited to be attending as she had recently met and was, in her words, ‘still breaking in’ a new male whom she hoped to bring and share, provided he could get the time off to make the trip.

Things worked out and we had both arrived the evening before with our respective contributions to the long weekend’s entertainment; my husband Mathew and her new find, Greg. Group activities were not scheduled to start until others arrived in a day or so, but Lydia and her staff accommodated the four of us with a lovey dinner on the veranda and encouraged us to make use of the grounds and other amenities as we waited for the other guests to trickle in over the next couple days.

Astare, Mathew, Greg and I got on wonderfully at dinner. Though there was nothing scheduled for the group next day, we all agreed that a foretaste of some of what the weekend ahead offered would be a pleasant way to spend the next afternoon over a picnic lunch in the gardens, just among ourselves.

We chose a small relatively secluded alcove behind a gated path with one of those aforementioned ’employees only’ warning signs. Although we knew there would be tours that day, we had closed the gate securely and so were not expecting company. We were sipping wine and relaxing (well, Astare and I were at least) as we got better acquainted and enjoyed comparing and toying with our two males.

The males were, of course, both naked and erect and had been since we first arrived; quickly stripping down and presenting themselves, standing side by side in front of Astare and I as we sat together on the bench.

I always love that initial moment van escort of exposure when a fresh new male presents himself for my consideration and appraisal. I like the transition to be abrupt, as few preliminaries and as little ceremony as possible between the man’s position as a pleasant new acquaintance engaged in ordinary social interaction, and the naked male standing silent before me, presenting his erect penis and upturned balls in that blatant, exaggerated way for my inspection and, should I find what he offers sufficiently interesting, use.

In contrast to the abruptness of the transition, I like taking my time with a first viewing, letting the male feel the submission of his body to my judgement, provoking (in the best cases) those anxious, reflexive thrusts and twitches of the penis as I make him await my verdict.

Though not as broad shouldered as I like them, Greg’s lean build, larger than average circumcised penis with its pretty, graceful upward arc, the large glans flaring nicely wider than the shaft, and his symmetrically hung, well- articulated balls were much to my taste. There is also a vicarious, proprietary pleasure in sharing Mathew with new women; seeing his excitement at being exposed to fresh eyes is both endearing and arousing.

Astare was clearly pleased by, and more than politely complimentary of my Mathew’s presentation. The thickness of his cock is almost always a pleasant surprise for new users. Anticipating the pleasure of her attention since meeting her over dinner last evening, his penis was fully flushed and lively under her gaze, pre-come already seeping generously from the head.

“Ah, that’s nice, I like them lively.” Astare had purred, clearly pleased by the frantic spasm and flexing of Mathew’s cock above her hand as she handled his balls. For my part I was equally pleased with Greg’s response when, per my usual preference for first handling, I took his balls between his legs from behind as they presented their asses; the spasming in the root of his cock against the heel of my hand told me his penis was performing its own little jig. Both males exhibited that charming, competitive agitation at being compared and seeing one another displayed and handled. We agreed they made a nice pair.

Introductions over, we had set the males to finish setting things up for our afternoon together; unloading the small hand cart of coolers and picnic paraphernalia so helpfully put together for our use by the villa staff. They had poured us wine and set out the aforementioned charcuterie tray and then turned to the rest. The blanket was spread and pillows strewn to receive us and the two of them were working to position and secure the large sun-shade umbrella in its weighted stand when our visitors arrived.

“Oh.” The dishwater blonde says in response to hearing this was not the way to the statuary section of the grounds, her eyes settling on Mathew and Greg once more. “So, I guess we’re a little lost.”

The mousy one winces and casts me a pained look, says, “Brenda, c’mon, I told you that’s what it meant. We should…”

“Yeah.” the blonde (Brenda, apparently) agrees, but keeps her gaze fixed on the two males. “I knew already what it meant.” Continues to look. Then, “Yeah.” She says, a faint smile spreading over her features.

Interesting.

My husband and Greg have paused with the umbrella upright in its stand but yet to be opened. It’s clear they’re unsure what’s expected of them in this situation. Mathew glances my way with a questioning expression. He’s not some subway flasher looking to expose himself to unwilling women in public. That’s the opposite of what excites him about serving this way; it’s submission to and compliance with the voyeuristic whims and sexual demands of women like Astare and I that stiffens and drives him.

Yet this ‘Brenda’ is not acting like a particularly unwilling audience. I can discern the conditioned response of my husband’s body to the presence and seeming interest of yet another new woman. He straightens up and shifts his stance to angle his hips slightly more in our visitors’ direction. It’s a reflexive motion I’m not sure he’s even fully aware of; his body primed by habit to offer itself, even as his eyes are asking me what I want or expect of him. I watch that lovely penis of his flex for Brenda and…

“I told you.” the mousy one says, seeming a bit panicked as she looks past Brenda at the two males, “So we should…” she starts again.

“Yeah, I knew what CFNM meant.” Brenda says distractedly, her eyes still foraging the available male anatomy with unfeigned interest.

Unwitting or otherwise, that kind of response from any woman is a trigger for males like these; especially when they are already fully aroused and ‘in role’ so to speak.

Greg steps out away from the umbrella, faces Brenda squarely, opens his stance and presents himself; hips forward, pelvis curled under and up to offer his balls and erection for her appraisal. As I mentioned, I love seeing a male offer himself that way, just the confession yalova escort of it. But for a moment I worry this may be a bit much for a ‘civilian’. But…

“Jeeze, yeah, that’s nice.” Brenda says softly under her breath, her eyes narrowing in pleasure.

Well, at this point, I guess we’ll just see where this goes. Mathew is still looking at me for direction and I flick my eyes towards Brenda indicating…

“Yes, Laura.” he says hoarsely and steps out beside Greg to properly present himself for the ‘new girls’ to appraise.

It is entirely unsubtle and meant to be; leaving no room for misinterpretation as to the male intent to offer themselves for sexual objectification and use. It signals a woman’s entitlement to do just that without worrying about other social niceties. Brenda seems fine with that; her eyes shifting from one penis to the other, glancing up only briefly at their faces; clearly pleased by the soft moans and excited dance of their cocks under her attention when her eyes drop back there again.

Mousy, on the other hand, seems unsettled. It’s one thing to accidently stumble upon two nude men in a garden (though I’m beginning to wonder just how accidental this was), but quite another to stand there and ogle them when they present themselves so blatantly this way for your perusal. She’s cringing and shifting about. But I note she’s not entirely foregoing the opportunity to peruse.

“Really,” mousy says, licking her lips before getting her eyes away from the males and meeting mine, “we were just going to take some photos of the statuary and got kind of…” she breaks off with a wince, perhaps realizing she is a bad liar, then, “The card said things weren’t starting till tomorrow, so we…”

“The card?” Astare asks.

“Yeah, you know the…” mousy fumbles with the papers in her hand and pulls out one of the informational cards Lydia had printed up for our group, listing schedules and ground rules for our activities, holds it up, “the card. Says about the CFNM stuff. But it says the first things are not till tom…”

“Fuck shooting the statuary.” Brenda, who has continued to peruse during this exchange, snorts happily. “I want a picture of this, right here.”

“Brenda!” mousy cringes. “We should be…”

“Yeah, yeah.” Brenda cuts her off with an unconcerned wave of a hand, then turns toward Astare and I. “I mean, yeah, sorry an’ all if we interrupted.” She says unapologetically. “But they don’t mind, right?” she casts a quick glance back at the males, then, “Us seeing them this way.” she clarifies. “I mean, sure, as long as you, you know, you’re okay. But it’s not like…”

“Does it look like they mind?” I ask rhetorically, finding Brenda’s bull in the lingerie shop approach amusing. I motion slightly towards the males inviting her to…

She turns back to them again.

The males understand what I want from them; the implied expectation in my tone that they will make the rhetorical nature of the question abundantly clear for our guests. I know how asking them to accentuate the display of their excitement will prod their already overwrought arousal. But that only increases the gratification of seeing those hips buck in urgent demonstration of their excitement at having Brenda and her friend ‘seeing them this way’; the hard clench of those fine asses and the sharp jounce of their balls as they buck under her gaze.

I know how being made (allowed) to perform this way brings my Mathew to a pitch; the auto-aphrodisiac effects of displaying his excitement serving to ratchet it up still further. I am gratified to see it seems to have a similar effect on Greg, as both men hold position after that last buck; hips forward, curled under and up so their two cocks point almost vertically, both flushed and twitching prettily.

After a moment, Astare nudges me gently with her elbow, gives me a conspiratorial wink, then turns and, “Aren’t they a nice pair?” she asks Brenda pleasantly.

Brenda’s eyes swivel back our way, her brows furrowed. “What?” she asks. “You mean…?” her gaze swings back to Mathew and Greg. “A nice pair, like…” back to us again, then, “Fuck, yeah!” she laughs, looks back at them again. “That’s a fuckin great pair!” she says, then more softly, “Fuckin great.” she nods, affirming this to herself. “But, so then,” her eyes back on us again, “you don’t mind us, you know, I mean, we did kind of know you might be… whatever, okay? Saw you heading down this way earlier and, yeah, Chazy did find that card with, you know, said about CFNM stuff. And I did know what that meant. But it did say that was only starting…”

“You’re fine, Brenda.” Astare says easily, then focusing on “Chazy is it? Really, it’s fine. Why don’t you…” she motions them both further into the alcove, “enjoy the scenery.” She finishes with a soft laugh.

“Ah, fuck yes.” A soft moan from Greg, another sharp buck of his hips at Astare’s granting these two license for some further, though still TBD use of him.

I meet Mathew’s gaze, give him my proprietor’s çorlu escort smile to confirm my agreement with Astare’s invitation. His eyes close, his head dropping back, a hard exhale as his penis flexes in approval of my decision to make him available as well for… well, I guess we’ll see.

“So,” Astare says after a moment when it seems Brenda and Chazy are not quite sure what to do with this invitation to ‘enjoy the scenery’, “you were saying you wanted some pictures?” she suggests.

I can’t help but laugh. Astare is turning out to be a playmate after my own heart.

Brenda’s pulls her head back like a chicken that’s been bopped on the beak, her brows flit upward then drop sharply. “What?” she looks at Astare, “You mean…”

“Ah, fuck yes!” Greg answers her question with another soft moan that brings Brenda’s eyes back there.

Astare apparently is far enough along with her ‘breaking in’ of Greg to know how to elicit a good performance from him; her offer for him to feature in Brenda’s travel slide presentation on ‘What I saw in Italy’ triggering another hard buck of his hips, his balls jouncing pleadingly for Brenda to “Fuck yes! Please.”

“You don’t mind, do you?” Astare asks me quickly under her breath; having never played together before she gives me the courtesy of checking, but…

“No, no.” I assure her in a hurried whisper. “It’s perfect.”

And, indeed, though perhaps not literally ‘perfect’, it makes for a very entertaining interlude, the occasional awkwardness and hesitancy of the mousy Chazy offering an amusing counterpoint to the blunt curiosity and typically American tactlessness of Brenda.

At first Brenda is, not exactly cautious, but rather unimaginative in her photographic approach; taking a few full body, straight on shots of the two of them together as if, other than being naked, erect and presenting their genitals in an exaggerated way, they were simply two fellow tourists posing for a ‘we were there’ portrait.

She’s scrolling back through the images on the camera to check whether she ‘got the shot’ and mousy is next to her saying, “Okay, so you got them. And now we should be getting back and let these people…”

“Don’t be silly.” I interrupt this, finding both males’, but especially Greg’s mounting excitement at being photographed quite entertaining but not yet fully exploited. “You need some better shots than that to show your friends and enjoy for yourselves.”

Because the point here, of course is not, per se, about getting Brenda material for her photo scrap book, it’s about using that as a pretext and prod to make the males entertain us with, hopefully, ever more excited pleas and displays of their eagerness for her lens. We can always cut things short if it doesn’t turn out to be fun.

As to that, the ‘fun’ for me, is the arbitrariness of it; the males’ eager submission to ‘whatever’ we decide to let these two female tourists use them for; that’s the jewel in Astare’s and my crown of entitlement. I want them to feel and acknowledge that their bodies, arousal, even their semen, are ours to gift to whomever we wish and dispose of as we will.

The males do not know these two women any more than we do, or what Brenda may or may not do with any pictures she takes; share them with friends for a laugh, post them on line, keep them in a private file and masturbate to them, delete them in embarrassment as soon as she gets home… ah, the possibilities.

Yet these males will not dispute our prerogative to gift their bodies and arousal this way to Brenda’s photographic whims. The anxiety and uncertainty about the uses to which the photos will be put, will only further stiffen their cocks to aching, make their thrusts and moans as they pose and offer themselves to her lens more entertaining.

I’ll need to be fucked after this; perhaps persuade Astare to agree to a sharing arrangement for the evening; a chance for each of us to sample them together in less limited roles. They do make such a nice pair. I had, last evening, already privately mentioned to Mathew (‘sight unseen’ as it were) my potential interest in enjoying he and Greg together for fucking and other activities. I would, of course, extend the same courtesy to Astare for Mathew’s use, either just for herself as a threesome or together as a foursome if she were so inclined.

This had been based strictly on our pleasant interactions over dinner, which, as usual in these situations, steered clear of any sexual topics or references. We all knew why we had come to the villa and the uses our two male companions would be put to over the next few days of group activity. So there was no need for clarification on that issue. It’s far more interesting to let the anticipation of that simmer in the background as we all get to know each other in other respects. Learning their (non-sexual) likes and dislikes, the details of their careers, personal or family history, the books they read, and other mutual interests, just enhances the pleasure of sexual objectification when all of the polite social trappings of wit, accomplishment and status are stripped from them, along with their clothing, and they stand before me offering their bodies, erect penises and uplifted balls for my purely aesthetic appraisal and entertainment.

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The first time I met Shelley, I saw a sad blonde girl in a state park sitting on a bench alone, far from everybody else. My first instinct was to continue walking and not bother her. However, the gloomy face haunted me, and after 100 yards, I returned to the place she sat.

I stood 10 feet away, not wanting to scare her, and said, “Lady, my name is Art. We do not know each other. I felt sorry seeing you depressed, and I had to stop. I promise I am not a criminal or a stalker. I just wanted to tell you I usually stroll around this hour on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. If you wish to have somebody’s ear, I’ll be happy to listen, and perhaps I can help.” She stared at me and remained silent.

Two days later, She was standing near the same bench. When she saw me, she smiled. I wasn’t sure if this was a sign of recognition or invitation, so I smiled back, nodded my head, and walked slowly. She didn’t talk or try to stop me, so I continued my stroll.

Friday afternoon, I was again in the park, but at that time, my mind was busy thinking about a complicated situation in our main office. Suddenly, I heard a soft voice, “Art, is your initial offer still on the table?”

I looked back and saw the blonde girl. She tried to smile, but it looked fake. I asked if I could sit by her. She moved slightly and pointed to the area near her.

I sat and gazed at her eyes. Up close, her face appeared cute, though unhappy. Her short hair was dirty-blonde, and her eyes blueish. She wore a dress with a large coat on top, preventing me from getting an impression of her figure.

She glanced at me and didn’t talk. I tried to encourage her, “As I said last time, my name is Art. I live nearby and like to walk in the park late afternoons 3 times a week. The stroll helps me think and calms me after a stressful day at work. Can you tell me a little about yourself?”

She hesitated, “My name is Shelley. I live 2 blocks away. I am a 3rd year student in college.”

“And what do you want to do when you finish?”

“If my scores are high, I’ll try to become a veterinarian and work in a zoo.”

“Somebody told me it’s more difficult to get accepted to a veterinary program than to medicine. Is it true?”

“I heard the same thing, but I’ll try my best.”

The park began to darken, and I asked, “I’d love to talk to you some more, but I am not sure how safe it is here after dark. We can go to one of the coffee places or continue talking next time.”

She stared into my eyes, “I need to go home. I haven’t had dinner yet.”

“Do you live with your parents?”

She smiled, “I am originally from Iowa. I got accepted to UCLA, and I live in an apartment with 2 other students I hardly know. Why do you ask?”

“Because I guess you plan to eat alone. How about we go to the Italian restaurant down the street and grab something together?”

“Look, sir… Art, I do not want to take too much of your time. I can see you here again on Monday.”

I chuckled, “Shelley, are you just shy or you don’t like me? In case you wonder, the dinner is on me; I just got a bonus at work, and I have no one else to share the good news with.”

“You have no family?”

“It’s a long story. I grew up in Boston. I ended up in LA because my best friend’s father is on the board of the firm I work for. And in case you are curious, I live alone in a small house and have no mate…” She blushed and looked embarrassed.

“Shelley, will you come with me to the Italian restaurant, or do you prefer I accompany you to your apartment?”

“Are you certain you wish me to join you for dinner?”

I raised my hand, “Cross my heart and hope to die.”

She grinned, “OK. It will be nice to eat Italian for a change.”

…

I could not recall what I ate when we sat at the restaurant. Shelley ordered cheese ravioli. I remember that because much of the time, I ogled her. The more I looked at her, the prettier she appeared. Was it because she was less suspicious and felt more comfortable relaxing her facial muscles? Did I turn more biased, falling for her?

Our talk was simple, just 2 people learning about each other. Again, many details escaped me, except once I asked her why she was having the blues. By then, Shelley felt better and answered, “The first time you met me was an hour after I terminated my relationship with my boyfriend of more than a year. He was handsome, a real gentleman, and smart. In the first 3 months, we were doing great, and I fell in love with him. However, with time, I realized that I was his second, much-less-important love. His true love was his electron microscope. He was impressed by Dr. Fauci and studied to become a virologist. Unfortunately, even during his free time, rather than being with me, he spent in the lab doing research on viruses. I saw there was no future together and said goodbye. I knew my decision was good for the long run, but I was still upset and feeling sorry for myself. You showed up right on time to offer help. I wasn’t ready kilis escort yet, but I thought about you overnight and realized you weren’t pushy but genuinely trying to offer your support. The second time I saw you in the park, you smiled and looked like a nice man. Again, you kept your distance and didn’t bother me. So the third time, I knew if I cared to talk to you, I’d have to initiate it…”

I grinned, “I think you did the right thing. I may not be able to relieve some of your issues, but if I had personal problems, I would have liked to be able to talk to somebody about them. Here in town, you have nobody else so that I may be the one.”

She stared at my face for a moment, “For some reason, I believe and trust you. You haven’t tried anything alarming, and you have good eyes. I may not be a good judge of character, but so far, I like what I have seen and heard.

…

In the days that followed, we met several times. Twice it was in the same park and then to see a movie together. In the movie, I asked if I could date her. She smiled and said yes. I hugged and kissed her softly. We were happy.

Our first sexual encounter occurred a week later in my house. We both knew it would happen that evening but hesitated. We needed 2 glasses of wine each before I dared fondle her body. Interestingly, until then, I knew little about her figure: Shelley always arrived in loose, baggy clothes. I wasn’t sure what was the reason, but I was reluctant to ask, thinking she was ashamed of some part of her body. When she was in her underwear, I was surprised to notice her body was amazing. She was short, about 5’2″, 110 pounds, with breasts that looked C-cup, flat tummy, and shapely hips. I was taken by her figure and couldn’t resist asking her why she never wore body-hugging clothes. She smiled shyly and said, “Being short, I was intimidated by the model-type girls in my class and preferred to hide behind these clothes. My microscope-loving boyfriend couldn’t care less about what I had on, and sex with him was vanilla, so I didn’t bother…”

“Shelley, now that I see what was hidden all these years, I think it’s time to change you.”

The same evening, our sex was very satisfying. Shelley confided to me the following day that her expectation was simple: She wanted me to think about her, ensure she was horny enough, and eventually orgasm. She didn’t care about the atmosphere, the position, or anything else, as long as I wasn’t selfish to cum and neglect her needs. After setting such a low bar, I passed with flying colors.

It became clear Shelley had low self esteem. Was it related to her former boyfriend’s attitude? Did it start earlier because of her short stature? I didn’t care and was determined to change it. After all, her figure was terrific and, in my mind – As sexy as any woman I’ve dated before.

Her 23rd birthday was approaching. I bought her an off-white short dress and made her try it in front of a mirror in my house. Boy, she looked good! She tried to sound critical, claiming it was too short and made her chest look too big, but her face revealed she liked it. I took my camera and shot 3 pictures of her from different angles.

Shelley saw the pictures and was impressed, “I faced the mirror, so I know how I look in that dress, but your pictures made me look much better. You are a good photographer.”

“When I was younger, I took 2 courses in photography and later became an amateur photographer. I used my skills on travels and occasionally shooting at parties. However, in your case, it was easy; You are pretty, have a fantastic figure, and more importantly, you are very photogenic.”

After that, a couple of times we went shopping together, and bought more suitable clothes for her. They were more colorful and hugged her body. Suddenly, she noticed she really was beautiful.

At the time, our relationship deepened, and we found both of us liked our chemistry during sex. I was more dominant, and she was more submissive. We both liked to experiment, and within 2 months, the usual missionary position was an old memory. Our first ‘other position’ was oral. Shelley mumbled she owed me and wanted to show her gratitude with her mouth. Of course, I was happy to oblige. She wasn’t an expert but was anxious to learn. Initially, she almost choked and was humiliated. I tried to cheer her up, and 15 minutes later, I performed cunnilingus on her, bringing her to a good climax. She thanked me with tears in her eyes, “You were so good to me, and I failed miserably to blow you.”

I kissed her forehead, “Honey, we have time to learn. My 7.5 incher is not easy to handle. I suggested she watch the instructional video from Heather Brooke on how to fellate a man with a decent size organ. A week later, Shelley insisted she wanted to try again. It happened when we both were under the influence. Her second try was much better: 6 inches of my pecker disappeared into her mouth, and she bobbed me until I ejaculated. By no means was it a perfect BJ: kırklareli escort More than an inch of my cock remained uncovered, and much of my spunk leaked on the bedsheet, but it was way better than before!

Exactly 5 days after that evening, Shelley pushed me onto the couch, knelt between my thighs, and performed a world-class blowjob: My cock was all the way in her oral cavity with her lips kissing the top of my sack. The in and out bobbing was done uninterruptedly and gradually increased, forcing me to cum much earlier than I anticipated. Not even a single drop messed up the sheets, and she swallowed everything with a big smile.

I looked at her quizzingly, with my astonishment written all over my face.

She giggled, pulled a 10″ black dildo from her drawer and said, “I listened to Heather Brooke, and after the second attempt, I knew I had to train using a bigger device. I think I overdid it, but it worked… By the way, your oyster-taste juices were not bad, which reminds me – Can we eat at a seafood restaurant next time? I’d like to order raw oysters…”

“We’ll go to a seafood place if next time you let me take pictures of you sucking me. I still don’t believe you did it.”

Shelley grinned, “Do it, but keep the pictures in a safe place.”

…

Not long after, we had our first 69. Cowgirl and titfucking were next. In both cases, drinking alcohol beforehand helped. For my birthday, she smiled and said, “Art darling, it’s the first time we’ll celebrate your birthday together. I do not know what present you like. I can buy you something at Target, like a tie or boxers. However, I thought you might be interested in exploring my backside…”

“Lady, buy me a tie when I turn 80. I ogled your puckered hole a couple of times during sex. I’ll be very interested in finding out how tight it will be around my dick.”

“Honey, remember this orifice is virgin. If you take it easy and ensure enough lubrication, I’ll be up to it. After you directed my attention to Pornhub, I found out some women get aroused through their butthole. I tried to insert my finger there a couple of times and got excited, so if you feel the same, let’s try it.”

I was as cautious and gentle as possible. We knew the first time would be somewhat painful, but we hoped this part would be short lived since Shelley had prepared her anus with fingers and an anal dildo earlier. I penetrated gingerly, and the sphincter felt like a noose knot around it. I waited patiently for her opening to dilate, and eventually, it did. When my expanded rod was allowed to advance, it was the best sex ever. The tight anus squeezed my stiff cock like nothing else. Shelley must have felt the same because once I began increasing my strokes, she started shaking wildly and crying nonstop. Her orgasm occurred before I even touched her clitty yet…

…

Shelley moved to my house a month later. Our sex life improved, and we began entertaining ourselves by exploring new ideas. One day, Shelley asked if I really thought her body was flawless. I said, “Of course.”

“So, as a photographer, how come you never offered to take my photos in lingerie or even more risque pictures?”

“Honey, I’d love to do it. I still remember how insecure you were with your body, and I thought you wouldn’t agree in a million years…”

She grinned, “But you, shameless, testosterone-filled, sexy hunk, spoiled me. And now I am curious to see what you can come up with aiming your camera at my scantily covered body.”

“I’ll do it, but by law, I am not allowed to do it for free.”

“What are you saying?”

“I know you are not a Rockefeller, but for each set of 5 pictures, you’ll have to pay with your body.”

“Look, mister, it won’t be easy to blackmail me. Let’s negotiate. My price: I’ll pay with my body after 3 pictures.”

I sighed, “You are too tough for me. I give up. Three it is.”

“Arti, if I were you, I wouldn’t trust a woman to pay her debt on time. I would ask for an advance payment, you know, just to be sure…”

I giggled, “The idea of taking your photos in compromising positions is so exciting? I bet you are already wet down there.”

She whispered, “Big Daddy, I hate to admit it, but you are right. Would you, please, ravage my cunt the way only you know how?…”

That time, I drilled her pussy doggy style while whispering to her ear what poses I’d shoot the photos, and then telling her I’d hang these pictures in my work office. Shelley orgasmed so powerfully that I was afraid she’d suffer a heart attack. The idea that a stranger would see her quasi-naked pictures, and subsequently masturbate thinking about her, aroused her tremendously.

…

The following weekend, I prepared my DSLR with the appropriate background and lighting in our bedroom. My intention was to start with soft, erotic photos, showing her posing in sheer lingerie, with the occasional appearance of her gorgeous tit in the picture. I shot 6 photos and then karabük escort checked the results. I was impressed they were not bad for a start. Shelley was thrilled, “In your pictures, I look like a vamp! Like a seductress!”

I smiled, “Aren’t you?”

“You did a wonderful job, so a bonus is in order. Sir, put on my account 2 fucks for the photos plus another one for extra excellence.”

“Honey, I am no longer 18. Next month I’ll be 30. If we continue having sex at this pace, I won’t survive to see my 40th birthday…”

“If you are nice to me, I will consider giving you a break now and then.”

“Thanks, god.”

Next, I photographed her in the nude doing house chores: cooking, using a broom, and laundry. She got the hang of it fast and acted naturally in front of the camera, assuming one ignored the intentional frequent seductive looks.

Shelley was elated with the results, “Honey, from now on, I owe you so many fun times that my body is yours whenever you feel like it. What else do you want?”

I smirked, “I want you on your back with your legs on my shoulders, and my cock shoved deep in your pussy, but if you meant about the next set of pictures, I think it would be nice to photograph you sans-clothes outdoors. Doing it at a good location, with the right background and lighting, will be much better.”

“Arti, I’ve never been naked in public before. Do you think it’s safe?”

“Certainly. I will choose the places to do it and ensure nobody else is around to interfere.”

The first location I selected was a small hill outside town. I wanted to do it at sunset, so I could capture the fading light and Shelley’s body posing in a way that showed only certain parts of her. I wished these photos to be erotic but more artistic than pornographic.

One evening, when the temperature was right, we climbed the hill just before sunset. Nobody else was around. Shelley undressed completely, and I began shooting. In the next 20 minutes, I took about 15 different pictures. When I was done, she wanted to see the pictures. I smiled, “My dear, forget about it. You get to see nothing until I get my payment.”

She laughed, “Blackmailing an innocent young girl is a crime in our country. I’ll let you fuck me this time, but you better be nicer next time.”

“We’ll see about it when time comes.”

Later at home, when Shelley checked the pictures, her face brightened, “Honey, how can you make me look so beautiful and sexy? If you told me I would look like that in pictures, I would have not believed you. Are we biased, and only you and I feel this way about me?”

“Shelley, if you are interested, I can easily find out the answer. There is a new rep who tried to convince us to use the new software his company made. He is actually a nice guy. The other day, he spent 2 hours with me. I asked him if he had a life besides being a salesman. He showed me a picture of his girlfriend and said she hoped he’d marry her, but he wasn’t sure yet. Then he asked me about my relationships. I pulled 2 pictures. One of your face and the other one of you posing sexily in full clothes. He whistled appreciatively, and commented he could imagine your body under the multiple layers. I just smiled. He blurted, “Art, confidentially speaking, if you show me racy pictures of your lady, I’ll show you my girl’s. I refused, thinking you wouldn’t agree to it. Shelley, if you want an objective opinion, tell me. I’ll show him a few of your photos and tell you what he said.”

She hesitated, and I could read the conflict in her eyes, ‘I’d love to see what this stranger thinks about me. But is it safe? What if he copied the photos and put them online?’

I played it nonchalantly and left her there, pretending to drink water and go peeing. When I returned, she mumbled, “You can show him my pictures but do not tell him my name or give him the photos. After he saw them, bring them back home.”

“Darling, I wouldn’t dream of giving him the photos. I’ll bring them on a flash drive, be present when he looks at them, and then remove the drive and take it home with me.”

She was thrilled, “I hope he’ll like them.”

I chuckled, “I doubt he’ll like them. I suspect that on a scale of 1 means a repulsive creature, and 10 means an angel, your score will be 10. My only doubt – He may choose to score you at 11…”

“Honey, don’t exaggerate…”

I just smiled and texted Jesse to bring under-dressed and nude photos of his girl the next day.”

…

The next morning, I was at work at 8:30 am. Jesse was already there. I asked to see his lady first. She was a tall girl, around 5’8″, 140 pounds with black hair, nice face, lean with B-cup breasts, and narrow hips. The lady was quite attractive but any comparison to Shelley would be considered a crime.

I connected the hard drive to the computer and browsed the pages one after the other, starting with a sheer negligee and ending with 2 naked photos. In the first nude one, she stood before me with her hands above her head. Her seductive smile and proudly protruding tits were awesome. In the second picture, Shelley was lying in bed on her tummy, leaning on her elbows and facing me. I took the picture from a high angle, showing her great tits, as well as her round ass and nice legs.

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It would shame me no end to know you had read this and I would never admit to having written it at all. If you are reading this now, I am squirming inside. I want you to read it but then dismiss it, delete it and never mention it again. It is too embarrassing.

I have always lusted after you. That’s not news. You know that only too well. Now as much as ever, your body is so hot. And so unavailable.

I have memories and photos but no chances of fucking you. No expectations and nothing but the thrill of occasional glimpses and stolen glances. All of which is more than fine.

What drives me to insane actions, such as writing this, is the fierce lust that is provoked by thoughts of what you can give me instead. It leads me on and forces me to entertain depraved fantasies and to revel in a form of exquisite, intoxicated sexual debasement.

I would do anything, anything at all for a drink. A drink from you.

I have paid money for a glass that, later on, I have used in extended masturbation kırşehir escort sessions. I’m astonished that you have also kindly donated free samples for my pleasure and use. I’m ecstatic.

You wouldn’t even need to do that though, to thrill me all day. Just you verbalising that I like to drink your piss, sorry, love to, and would do anything for it is almost enough.

Sometimes, when I lie in self bondage with your piss retained at length in my mouth, I imagine your voice telling me over and over not to swallow but to just keep it there. Plus all kinds of other instructions. And how happy I would be to oblige.

Of course I like to watch, but am as aroused when you keep yourself bunched up and unexposed, leaving me to listen and guess. Imagining being really up close. To almost feel the warmth of the stream. Whilst blindfolded. Denied a view.

It is everything. The smell and the sound too. As I become more turned on I fantasise wildly that one day you would malatya escort bring round some of your piss soaked knickers, sealed in a bag. I imagine you being entirely perfunctory about the whole affair but gladly accepting my money and playing no part or having no interest in how I press them to my face or stuff them in my mouth as vibrators whirr on a roped up body.

So now we are deep into the realm of far-fetched fantasies.

What would it ever take for me to video you pissing in a glass for me again? Would I beg or pay over the odds or would you be drunk and happy enough with me to reward me? Could you promise this indefinitely, have me instantly enthralled only for you to defer it once more? And then, if ever it did occur, would you do it in awkward light or have me only focus on the glass or the sound and still expect me to thank you profusely. I would.

But the ultimate, what gets me instantly hard and totally wanton, is the thought, just the thought of you pissing niğde escort in my mouth. Saying it under my breath; please piss in my mouth, please piss in my mouth as I stroke myself is a must. Writing it now brings me close. So close.

The fact it is so unlikely is such a turn on. Way beyond expectations. May be you would just have me sip from a glass you offer. Tell me to hold it here and not touch myself perhaps. Wild fantasies.

Or one day, in some place you might come round with a 2-litre bottle of your piss , chilled from the fridge, and show casual disdain as I pay you gleefully. Or may be you would watch disinterestedly as you tipped some of it into a funnel or a bowl for me to taste, savour or just smell.

Or maybe you would just come round and get drunk and spend the whole time teasing and flirting me with your bladder and what you will do but ultimately leave me with nothing but your laughs.

I need to come now. Writing this is too much. And when I do, I will imagine these scenes and shiver with horror that I have sent this to you. A panic and a chill. I can see your disappointment as you read this. Your eyes rolling and your finger hovering over the delete key. Please. Please do. Never mention this. I am such a fool for sending it. Sorry.

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Winter had turned, in to a very warm spring. Anna and I had been swimming since last month, of course the pool was completely black bottomed, so even in March or February the water was beginning to get warm. Well at the beginning of May some buddies of mine were talking about a week long camping trip to the mountains. Anna and I began cleaning the Motor Home. After a few days, we were still deciding if we were go to go for the whole week on not. Anna was in the house cleaning the living room, when the phone rang. I was outside watering the back yard flower beds.

“Hello, Oh Tim. Yeah Eric’s out back watering.

I could hear Anna talking on the phone. Tim had always wanted me to try and talk Anna into a three-way, but he didn’t know about Anna. I keep listening, not because I was worried about Anna and Tim doing anything. Tim was a big guy, more then a little heavy. Tim was about 5’9″ and weighted about 220lbs., not in, muscles, but in fat. He drank at least a twelve pack a day. He didn’t have a steady girlfriend, but always had some girl to go with him on trips. He had a lot of money. Tim had at least two or three hundred acres of farmland throughout the Valley.

“Yeah Tim. Eric and I are coming up. Well I want to stay the whole week, but Eric is not totally sure about it.”

Anna saw me looking at her through the glass, she waved for me to come in. I turned-off the water and went inside. Anna had me the phone as she went back into the kitchen to finish putting the dishes in the dishwasher.

“Hey Tim, what’s up”

“Notta Eric, you?”

“Nothing just watering the flowers out back. So were leaving to head up tomorrow morning right?”

“Yeah, Eric. You guys going to stay the whole week right? Come on Eric, I’m bring Wendy up with me.”

Wendy was a fucking hot red hair. She and I had messed around in the past, Tim never knew. I had told Anna about her before, but she didn’t care too much. But I knew Wendy all too well, she must have been thinking about the beer, food, and water sports. But Tim was to dumb to see that Wendy was using him for a week long trip.

“Tim come on, you know Wendy, as well as I do. She’s only going to use you. I bet she’s not even sleeping in the same bed as you.”

Tim voice went kinda low, and his response told me all I needed to know.

“Wendy lost her apartment. And is staying with me, she sleeps with me every night!!”

Tim didn’t know Wendy at all., she needed a place to stay and she wasn’t above, fucking to get it.

“Yeah Eric, and two nights ago the first night she got here, she sucked my dick to get it hard then let me jack off on her back, while,… she uh, she watched TV.”

That was Wendy. Wendy used people all the time, but I knew her all to well. Once she needed a ride to the Bay Area, I told her she’d have to suck dick the whole drive up, fuck that night we stayed up there and suck the whole way home. She did it was a fun time. She did try to renegotiate the deal, but I stood firm, and she had no choice but to give in.

“Tim who else is going?”

“Well me and Wendy. Sam and Jerry. And you and Anna if you guys stay the whole week.

Sam and Jerry were cool they had been over before, and played cards with Anna and I. Sam was a hottie too, she was a petite little blond, with sweet tits. I had never seen them but, Jerry and I would brag about our women, and he told me Sam loved to be fucked hard and her nipple squeezed. He had also said that, she wanted to try a three-way, but he never asked me.

“Oh yeah, Tina and Rod are going too.”

Now Rod and Tina were partiers too, they loved to drink and were really cool. Anna and I had had them over for Bar B Q’s before and Tina and Anna got along real well. Tina was a sweet black girl with an ass to die for, and she loved to go around topless, when she was swimming. Rod never cared too much he was one of the guys, who saw Anna flash her tits, and had told me she had a sweet rack. He and I exchanged pictures of your women topless. Anna didn’t care she thought it was really hot that guys loved to see her tits. Tina too loved to have guys look at her, and I think Rod and her had swung in the past.

“Well then I guess we’ll go for the whole then Tim. I mean if you got that many people then we should a hell of a poker game.”

Tim and I chatted for a few minutes more mainly about who was bring what games, and who was bring what beer. Anna and I opted to bring five twelve packs of beer, two bottles of Rum, and two bottles of Banana liquor. As for games we brought the cards and Trivia.

Anna was very excited, jumping up and down her tits bouncing along with her cock, as she heard me tell Tim we’d stay the whole week. I hung up the phone and Anna ran into my arms, and began to kiss my face. I picked Anna up and carried her to the couch. I sat and she positioned herself to set on my cock as we did. I was kinda worried, Anna had never been on one of your camping trips, and was thinking about how Wendy was when it came to drinking and partying.

“Anna, I need to kırşehir escort tell you,…”

Anna leaned back and put her finger to my lips to silents me.

“I know all about Wendy going, Tim told me. And as for Tina and Rod no biggie, I’m sure Tina and I well have a lot to talk about. And as for Sam I know you would love to see her spread eagle, on a bed waiting for you. It’s okay, we’ve always had an open relationship, we shouldn’t change now.”

Anna was right she and I had always talked about, all the people that were going to go with us. And more then once I had commented about wanting to fuck Sam, and Anna had sucked and jacked me off while I looked at the pictures Rod had given me of Tina. And as for Wendy well Anna knew Wendy was a slut and that she was nothing more then a fuck. Anna and I had tried almost a year to swing, me letting her fuck that guy John, but I could handle it. But Anna had known I still liked to fuck women too. At first we just watched straight porn, and I loved to see cocks sliding in and out have pussies. And for Christmas Anna had actually gotten me a whore, to fuck. Anna taped it while me and whore fucked like dogs. Anna and I watch it a few weeks later and I sucked Anna off as she watched me fuck a slutty whore.

“So your okay? You don’t mind that I well probably be trying to get a look at Sam nude?”

Anna smiled and I could see her cock was beginning to grow.

“I well try and talk Sam and the other girls to go topless while we swim and maybe I can get you some pictures.”

I lifted Anna off my cock, and stood to lead her outside. We had a blanket next to the back door there for fucking outside. I spread out the blanket on the grass next to the pool. Anna laid down and I got down between her legs and began to lick and suck her cock. I took her all the way in and began to try and swallow her whole. I had be practicing on her for weeks, ever since my family had come to visit back at Thanksgiving. Anna moaned softly and began to pump up into my mouth in and out at a steady pace. Anna lifted my head off her cock and got up on her hands and knees. I got up behind her and pushed into her shot hole.

“Yeah Poppi, I’ll let you see those slutts, I’ll get as many pictures as I can Poppi, and then you can fuck me and look at the pictures of those slutt’s titties!!”

Anna talking was really making me hot, I spit on my hand and reached around to start jacking her off! I started stroking fast, and Anna tilted her head back to look at me and give me looks like a growling dog.

“Yeah baby. I love you Anna! You are soooo good too me.”

I could Anna butt hole tighten with pleasure from me stroking her cock. I could feel Anna getting close, she must have been thing more about taking the topless pictures of the girls.

“Poppi,…Poppi you want me to try and steal some of there drawers so you can smell their stinking twat?!?!”

With that Anna began to shoot her load all over the blanket and buck like a crazy horse. As I heard what Anna was willing to do for me, I unload a fat load of cum in her ass. Anna pulled off and began to finger her own ass to get my cum outta her butt hole. I began to lap up her cum off the blanket, the taste was mixed with old cum shots from both she and I. We left the blanket out now that the it had stopped raining letting it dry in the sun. We walked into the house and Anna continued with her dishes.

As she put the dish in the dishwasher, she bent over to expose her winking little ass hole. I don’t know what came over me but I dropped to my knees and began to lick and suck the last bits of cum which now leaked slowly outta her ass. Anna stayed bent over until, I finished cleaning her out. I went to the couch in the den and laid down, I turned n the TV and began to watch, a rerun of Star Trek, The Green Woman episode.

Anna came, in and began to rub the backs of my legs as I was laying on my belly, She lend over and began to lick my ass. First just the cheeks, but then she opened my cheeks and began to lick and tongue my butt hole. I had had her finger it before and it felt good, but to feel her tongue probing me like this was a real turn on. I lifted my ass so that it was high in the air and opened even more.

“Ohhh, Anna that feels sooo good. Don’t stop yet.”

Anna reached around and began to stroke my cock. She had never done this before, but it felt sooo good. My cock was still slick from fucking Anna ass. A only a few seconds of licking and tonguing may ass hole and stroking my cock. She stopped and stood.

“Can I use the car Eric?”

I looked up at her confused.

“Uh,…yeah I guess. No problem. I guess I’ll start packing my stuff for the trip we leave tomorrow morning. Make sure you get home in time to pack for a week.”

Anna rushed off toward the bedroom, before I could even tell her, to just pick something up to eat.

I rose after a few minutes, when I heard Anna come back down the hall to the living room. I walked into the living room and saw Anna was dressed nicely malatya escort in a knee length dress. She grabbed her purse and keys off the hook next to the door, but not before turning and saying.

“I’ll pick something up for dinner okay? I should be back around 6:00pm.”

With that she head for the car port and the car.

I stood shocked at her, dashing off like that. I turned moved back into the den turned it to the Spice Channel. Sat and began to stroke myself.

That night Anna came home, about a quarter after six. She had some bags, nothing too big, I saw a Wal-mart bag, and some I didn’t know clothing stores I guessed. She told me there was a pizza in the car, to go get it. I walked to the door grabbing my house coat off the coat rack, and covered my nakedness. I return with the pizza, and Anna had already put the bags away and removed her clothes too.

We ate that night and Anna I watched TV in the den Anna packed her clothes.

“I should take some laundry soap and drier sheets, right. The camp grounds have water hook-ups right?”

As she entered the room she asked me this things, her limp cock swinging from side to side, as she went in the laundry room just off the den. I was watching, ‘Keeping up Appearances’, Anna knew this was one of my favorite shows and had to ask again.

“Eric should I bring laundry stuff, or did you pack for the whole week?”

I broke outta my TV trace and nodded as I spoke.

“Yeah bring some laundry stuff. The camp grounds have water and power hook-ups.”

Anna knew the motor home had a stacked washer and drier. So she could do laundry if we needed.

As the night wore on, I got in bed about 11:30pm, leaving Anna up still packing. I had loaded the motor home already with my stuff and most of the food and snacks we had stored in the carport pantry, and refrigerator. The games and a few DVD’s were all that was left to out in the motor home. I fell asleep, not even knowing when Anna came to bed, this was not something we normally did, but sometimes when I had worked hard outside, I fell asleep and Anna never bothered me just quietly climbed in bed and slept.

The next morning, I awoke and Anna wasn’t in bed, that wasn’t unusual. Anna often rose before me and showered and applied some make up before starting breakfast. I rose showered and walked down the hall, I wore my house coat, just in case some one was there. Plus I still needed to out it in the motor home. Anna was there setting drinking her morning tea, toast, ham and fruit sat on the table as well as a cup of tea for me in my usual set. Anna sat naked, looking at the Sunday edition of the Times Delta. I kissed her on the cheek, of her face, and sat.

“Did you sleep well Poppi?”

I smiled seeing her put down her paper and stand to clean off her plate, and top off her tea.

“Yes, I did Baby, but when did you finally come to bed. I didn’t even know when you did.”

Anna turned and came back to the table to set next to me as I ate my breakfast.

“It must have been about 1:00am, I knitted for a little bit after packing my stuff.”

I smiled happily. I loved Anna so much. Even though I did like to look at other women and did like to fuck pussy sometimes, I would never ever leave Anna, nor not love her. Anna knew this and I knew she felt the same way about loving me, she knew the other women, which were not that often at all, were just sex. Anna knew as did I we would be together for a long, long time.

“After I finish eating, we should get dressed. I’ll load your stuff in the motor home for you and the we can turn everything off and go.”

Anna smiled and rose to put her cup in the dishwasher and turned to go into the bedroom. Turning to face me from the other side of the breakfast bar that divide the dinning room from the living room Anna told me.

“I already loaded my stuff in the motor home and got few DVD’s I know you like for up there. I’m going to go get dressed and I’ll clean up while your dressing so we can go after you finish locking up the house and carport.”

Now I never bother to ask Anna about things she bought normally she would tell me about the shopping showing and modeling for me, but this time she hadn’t it made me wonder what she had bought. Anna had turn to head down the hall but I caught her before she got too far.

“Anna,…”

She turn to look around the corner at me.

“Yes?”

I cleared my throat with a slip of tea and asked her.

“What did you go out for last night to buy?”

Anna face became flush and she smiled puckishly.

“I got some new things, panties, and a few see through bras. I got some snack and a throw away camera at Wal-mart’s. And that it why?”

I knew the smile on her face said she had a surprise or two for me, but I didn’t ask I just smiled and nodded okay. With that Anna, went on down the hall to the bedroom.

I finished my breakfast, and put my cup and plate in the dishwasher. And turned to go to the bedroom to get dressed. Anna came down niğde escort the hall toward me wearing a pair of jean and a bikini top. The little triangles of cloth cover her nipples were yellow, it stood out well again Anna dark skin. She kissed me on the cheek as we pasted. I dressed in loose jeans and T-shirt, and grabbed my wallet and some other last minute stuff before leaving the bedroom.

Anna was already standing at the front door with it open.

“Anna did you get the cell phone?”

Anna nodded as she put on a little more lipstick.

“Yes I got it, the extra battery, the Camcoder , and the extra battery for it too. You want to go out the back or pull the motor home out first and me lock up and head out the front?”

I needed to move the motor home up along side the home still.

“Uh, follow me and lock the backdoor. I’ll move the motor home around to the side, and you lock and set the alarm for the from the front door.”

Anna locked the back door as I walked across the backyard to the back gate leading the motor home port I had made. I locked the gate behind me and climbed abroad the motor home. I took only a minute to warm up, I had started it last night when I loaded the stuff in it. I had checked the gas, oil, water, and spare tire, already and did feel it needed it again. I pulled the motor home up next to the house where Anna waited, on the driveway.

Anna climbed abroad and pulled the CD magazine out the CD player as she sat in the passenger set. I took one last check of the road and pulled out heading west. Anna loaded the CD mag back in the player and cranked up ‘ZZ Top’, as she put on her sunglasses and settled back for the ride.

After a good hour and a half we were almost to the camp grounds high up at Mono Lake. The cell phone rang and Anna turned down ‘Black Dog’ to answer the phone.

“Hello?”

I had up graded the cell phone to the top of the line I hated getting a call and there just be static.

“Yes Tim we are almost there. We just pasted Yosemite Village about thirty minutes ago. Yeah I know we should have been there by now but it hard for Eric to driven this gargantuan motor home, we can’t just jet up there in a Chevy and a fifth wheel. Okay! Who’s there? Yeah and? Okay Tim we’re almost there, you got the site paid for already right? Okay the ticket is waiting at the booth as we pull in okay. Okay, bye.”

Anna ended the call, and sat the cell phone back down. She turned the CD player off as we were getting close to the park entrance.

“Tim says you should sell him this and buy something smaller for us.”

I laughed, I had bought motor home from a IRS auction dirt cheap it was only about two years old and in sweet condition. It had a queen size bed in the back a little living room area and a separate kitchen area, had a good size shower and nice toilet, it had two other stops that could make out into beds, but I never used them. Plus it had a huge generator that was housed in a near sound proof port. I could sleep and let the generator run all night no one would hear a thing but a light humming sound. It even had the washer and drier, which had been specially put in by the past owner.

” Yeah right, Tim would love to get his hands on this little gem.”

I patted the dash, with pride of my great find. I was huge no doubt but it was well worth every penny.

We got the slot number and ticket, and pulled into the spot. The motor home fit nicely in the half circle drive made for big rigs like this one. Tim and the gang came walking over from Tim’s fifth wheel, which was just across the little road from us.

Anna and I opened door and piled out to say hello.

Tina and Rod had taken the camp next to us and Sam and Jerry camped next to Tim. Anna and the girl began to climb back into our motor home, no doubt to gossip and me and the boys headed for Tim’s fifth wheel.

I had always liked Tim’s fifth wheel he had tricked it out pretty nice, but I would never tell him that. Tim and guys had already had a few beers I could tell, I grabbed one outta the frig, and took a set on the couch down from Jerry. Jerry was an okay guy, he was small framed like me and had light colored hair, not really a ladies man, Sam must have hooked up with him for the security. Jerry was an accountant, and did pretty good, he and Sam were going to get married in September. I guess Sam’s parents had gotten married in September and they were still married, Jerry really didn’t care he love Sam. He would probably share her if Sam’s had told him too.

I drank my first beer pretty fast to try and catch up with the other guys, we talked bullshit about sports, although Jerry and I didn’t really care for them too much. We sat and began talking about our women. Jerry said that Sam couldn’t wait to get and lay out topless. I bet Jerry could have waited, he knew we all wanted a piece of Sam. Rod laughed out loud say that Tina had flashed some guys on the drive up she could wait. I told how Anna had sucked cock as we pasted through Chowchilla. Tim didn’t seem like he wanted to share his drive up, No doubt Wendy had talked about fucking other guys and sucking them off ’til they shot a load on her face. I felt like pushing Tim into telling us, but then thought no it wasn’t right to rub it in about Wendy being a such a slut.

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Thanks to Swingerjoe for previewing.

For those who have followed Sandra’s resort adventures, this story takes place before her public display at the hot tub, and certainly before her night-time tryst on beach beds. If you’ve not read other stories about Sandra at the resort, you might like “Barside”, “Do You Trust Me?”, and “Hot Tub Tantra Chair. “Hot Tub Competition” is a Sandra-inspired story, although written in a different voice. I learned my lesson on that based on your feedback and will be happy to re-write it on request.

Some have asked if a resort like the one in these stories is real. If you’d like to learn more about that, send me a PM and I will be happy to point you in the right direction.

*****

It was midday and the hot sun was high in the sky. Most people had fled the beach for the air conditioned indoors. But my wife Sandra and I had decided to stay outside, under the shade of the palm fronds over our beach bed. Between the late nights in the disco, the early beach mornings that we loved, and all the tropical drinks we’d had, we were a bit tired and our eyes were starting to sag. The resort was adults-only, and clothing optional, so we were lying naked with our legs intertwined. It was an incredibly comfortable and soothing way to be with each other. I loved being skin-to-skin with Sandra. Whether it was a cool night and we huddled together for warmth, or a hot and steamy one with our sweaty skin slippery against each other, I absolutely craved physical contact with her. And I knew she felt the same way.

We shifted, never losing contact with each other. Sandra rolled into her favorite position with me, spooning curled on her side, with me tucked in close against her back. She wiggled her wonderful, naked butt against my crotch trying to find the most comfortable position for herself. My cock responded instantly, growing hard as her smooth skin rubbed over me. The harder I got, the more she squirmed against me. It wasn’t very long before I was rigid and throbbing. I knew that neither one of us was going to fall asleep.

Sandra moaned quietly. I nibbled at her ear and ran my tongue wetly across it the way I knew she liked. She rolled her head and shoulders toward me, making it easier for me to please her. As she moved, she pulled my hand onto her breast, telling me silently that she wanted to feel my hands and fingers please her there, too. I didn’t need to be asked twice for something that gave me as much pleasure as it did her. I rubbed the palm of my hand over her nipple and felt it grow hard. Her hip motions changed from simply grinding against me to a definite pelvic thrust so that my swollen cock slid up and down the crack of her butt. I could feel her cheeks gripping my hard-on as she subtly flexed her hips. It was an incredible sensation, and it caused me to grow even harder.

Out on the beach, even in the relative privacy of the beds, we were not supposed to engage in open sex. It was one of the rules at the resort, which otherwise encouraged sexual activity amongst the guests. Because of that restriction, we tried to be discrete and pretend that we were napping. Sleep, however, was on neither of our minds.

“Mmmm,” Sandra moaned quietly. “You feel so big.”

“You make me that way,” I whispered back.

She reached back and raked her nails passionately along the outside my thigh. I thrust my hips forcefully against her so that my cock slid deeper between her butt cheeks. She clenched them hard around me. I moaned, letting her know that I liked it, and pinched her nipple with my free hand, karaman escort thereby eliciting her own groan of pleasure.

As if lazily changing positions, Sandra stretched her arms up over her head, faked a yawn, and rolled over onto her back. As she moved, she hooked my leg with hers and pulled my knee over onto her groin. She spread her legs wider and pushed her hips up against me, grinding her pussy against my knee. I shifted, and rested my head and hand on her chest. In that position, my hand was free to rain delight onto her breasts. I lost no time using that new freedom and swirled my palm over her nipples, feeling them harden under my touch. I added firm tugs and pinches until I heard her quietly moan with satisfaction. She bent up one knee, making it easier for me to reach her pussy, and silently telling me that she wanted my hand there. It also further shielded her from the view of any casual passersby. Heat radiated from her groin and I knew what she wanted. Sandra thrust her hips against my leg and slid her hips sideways, pressing herself more firmly against my aching, hard cock.

“Mmmm,” she moaned quietly again.

I slid my hand slowly down her body from her breasts to the small tuft of hair above her pussy. I let my hand linger there for a brief moment, gently toying with her, before sliding it down over her smooth, bare pussy lips.

“Oh!” she gasped and pushed her hips hard against my hand.

I shifted some weight off my leg, which was draped over her, so I had more room to fully explore her. I slid my hand unhurriedly up and down her smooth and now very wet labia, pressing and massaging her as she swelled there. I could feel her lips dampen and pout open, spilling her luscious juices out over my hand, inviting my fingers to penetrate her. I took a moment to please myself, and pulled my hand away from her to suck her juices off my fingers.

“I love the way you taste,” I whispered hoarsely in her ear. She responded with a groan.

I resumed stroking and rolling her labia between my fingers as I rubbed up and down their length. I pressed the flat of my hand against her clit and massaged it in a circular motion, allowing my fingertips to drape down and caress the outside of her anus. Her breathing quickened and her pelvic thrusts became more urgent.

“Oh god, that feels so good,” she said.

I slowly slid my finger between her ready pussy lips and stroked over the hard nub of her clit.

Sandra whimpered and bit her lip trying her best to stay quiet.

“Baby, I want to make you cum,” I murmured into her ear, and swirled my tongue there for her to enjoy. “I want to feel you cum in my hand. Cum hard for me!” I urged. I punctuated my desire by sliding my finger deep into her and over her rough G spot.

Sandra gasped and arched her back, encouraging me to press harder and deeper into her. I knew she was lost in her own world of pleasure, on a one way journey to climax.

I continued to alternately stroke Sandra’s labia, and slide my fingers into her pussy and over her G spot. My head remained on her chest , in a weak simulation of sleep. I could feel her heart pounding and the sound of her breathing coming in faster and shorter, ragged gasps. I knew that she was right on the edge of orgasm. With each thrust of my fingers, she rocked her hips against me, pulling me harder onto her G spot. Together we had set up a fantastic rhythm of carnal pleasure.

“Shit, shit, shit! I’m cumming,” Sandra croaked out.

I felt her body stiffen against me and her hips push hard into my kars escort hand. My fingers were deep inside her rubbing furiously on her G spot while her pussy clenched around them. She remained frozen in orgasmic ecstasy for a long time before I felt her relax, and gasp in lungfulls of air. I slowed my finger movements as the waves of her climax faded. Sweat stood out on her body and she was panting. My hand was soaked and slippery wet in her cum. I continued to gently stroke her, enjoying the feel of her warm, slick, wetness against my hand as she returned to earth.

“That was incredible,” Sandra said.

We were both startled to hear giggles coming from the bed right next to ours. We looked at each other wide-eyed.

“Yes it was incredible,” a female voice said from the other side of the curtain separating the beds. “I came at the same time that you did.”

Our pretense of napping was over. I rose up on one elbow to look to where the voice had come. Diane stuck her head through a gap in the thin curtain, which was the only thing separating our beach bed from theirs.

“You know that you really shouldn’t do that out here on the beach,” she said with a wicked grin.

We had met Diane a few days earlier by the pool. She and her husband were swingers – “in the lifestyle” as the saying went. She enjoyed the company of both men and women, but like so many lifestylers that we met, was nonjudgmental about the fact that Sandra and I did not want to be sexually engaged with anyone but each other.

Diane’s reprimand was indeed true. The resort rules were very clear: no sexual activity in public spaces such as the beach. Diane’s grin betrayed her true feelings however, which was that rules were meant to be bent.

“It was so hot listening to you two. I couldn’t help but get off myself while you were playing,” she added.

Diane slipped through the gap in the curtain and knelt next to us while she was talking. She was just as naked as we were, and the sight was quite pleasant. She was roughly our age (more than forty) and in good shape. Kneeling on our bed, she was respectful, but at the same time completely unabashed about moving into our space while Sandra recovered from her climax. I could see Diane’s nostrils flaring as she took in the scent of Sandra’s dripping orgasm.

“I love hearing and seeing other people enjoy themselves. And you obviously did,” she said smiling broadly and looking directly at Sandra.

It was a little weird for me having her so close to us after we’d just finished doing the most intimate act possible between two people. But Diane’s openness, the ease with how she talked, and her comfort and open passion, made it feel very normal.

In a relaxed fashion, Sandra’s hand rested on my naked hip as she gently stroking me there. Diane continued to chat a one-sided conversation. Before long, Sandra’s gentle strokes on my hip changed to something more deliberately sensual. She moved her hand and I felt her fingers begin running through my pubic hair. I saw Diane’s eyes drift to my crotch as she continued to talk and Sandra continued to rub me. Unexpectedly, I found this public display very exciting. A familiar and pleasant achiness grew in my balls, and my cock began to stiffen.

“I think you need to do something about that,” Diane said to Sandra, as she looked at my now rigid cock. “I’ll play lookout while you satisfy him the way he satisfied you.” She turned and sat crossed legged with her back to us at the end of our beach bed, looking out toward the ocean

The feel of Sandra’s hand kıbrıs escort on my cock always made me weak. That time was no exception. Propping herself up on one elbow, she firmly pushed me back flat onto the bed and stroked up and down the length of my now throbbing member, raking her fingernails over my smooth, hairless balls. I moaned, letting her know how much I enjoyed what she was doing. Counting on Diane’s watchfulness, and at the same time completely ignoring her presence, I spread my legs wide giving Sandra easy access to my most intimate areas. She took full advantage of that, and rubbed up and down the full length of my throbbing cock, over my balls, and down over my sensitive anus.

“Oh God that feels good,” I moaned trying not to be too loud.

Sandra grinned and sat up so that she now had two hands free to use on me. “You like that?” she teased.

“Yesss!” I panted.

“You want more?”

“Yes, yes. I want everything,” I gasped. I didn’t care if Diane heard me.

“Your wish is my command,” I heard her say right before I felt her mouth engulf the head of my swollen cock.

At the touch of her tongue, I gasped again – this time a bit louder. Diane glanced over her shoulder to look at what we were doing. I could tell that Sandra knew she was being watched, and that turned her on. She got even more enthusiastic with her lips and tongue. I struggled not to scream out too loudly as Sandra bobbed her head up and down on me. Instead, I arched my back and thrust my cock upward so that she could take me as far into her mouth as possible. When she leaned back to catch her breath, I saw her glance over toward Diane, checking that she was still watching us. I was surprised that being watched was as much of a turn on for me as it clearly was for Sandra.

Diane wasn’t just glancing at us. She had turned all the way around and was unabashedly staring at us. She was sitting upright cross-legged at the foot of the bed so that her body was blocking us from view of the beach. We had complete privacy from everybody except her. Sandra smiled and I saw her eyes twinkle with enthusiasm.

Sandra knew how much I love feeling her grip on me, and the hand job she gave me that afternoon was unbelievable. One hand was wrapped around my aching cock, the other caressed over my surging naked balls and down over my sensitive anus. Lubricated by her saliva and my leaking pre-cum, she rubbed me, squeezed me, and probed me with her fingers, stimulating me everywhere, making my head spin. I could see that Diane was stroking her own pussy, masturbating herself, while watching Sandra bring me toward orgasm. I’m not sure who was panting more: me, Sandra or Diane.

“Oh god!” I moaned as quietly as I could. “I’m gonna cum.”

“Yes. Cum for me baby. Cum,” Sandra said pumping hard on my cock.

“Yes, yes! Cum!” I heard again, but this time from Diane.

I arched my back, grunting “Unnhh,” and shot a thick stream of warm, sticky semen across my abdomen and chest. I heard Diane gasp in time with me as I shot my load. I’m sure she came at the same time as I did, fingering her clit while watching my orgasm.

My climax gradually faded. Short spurts of cum dribbled out of my cock as Sandra massaged the last few drops out of me. My vision cleared and I caught my breath.

“You two are so cool. It was beautiful watching you please each other. Thank you so much,” Diane said. She leaned forward and gave Sandra a chaste peck on the cheek. In a flash she scooted back to the other side of the curtain.

“I thought it was great too. I came twice just listening to you,” we heard a second female voice say from the other side of the curtain.

We looked at each other surprised that we had put on a show not just for one, but for two people. “Wow!” we said in unison and smiled at each other.

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Author’s Note: This builds upon the events of the previous chapters. I would recommend reading them first, before diving into this chapter.

*****

Wednesday, February 4

I let out a pleasurable sigh after switching off the alarm on my bedside clock this morning. The sound of it was normally grating to me, and I would be quite aggressive in making it stop, while wishing I could sleep at least another hour. However, the past couple of days were different. I looked forward to waking up and getting out of bed. It didn’t hurt that my first task was to reread the last message on my phone from the previous night. For the second straight day, I felt tingles all over my body when I read it.

“I will continue to be a good girl, even if thinking about you makes me want to be naughty. And once I’m in bed, I know that I will only be thinking of you, the woman I love. But I promise to be obedient for you. Good night and sweet dreams, Miss. ??”

Her words gave me a further surge of energy, and I was done in the bathroom in short order. I dressed myself in a pink bra, red blouse, red panties, and a crimson skirt. I left on the same white patterned stockings I had worn since Monday and put on the same crimson heels as well. Not only did I want to look amazing for Polly, but also ensure she had an intense level of my foot stink to bask in later.

Once my hair and makeup were done, I went to the kitchen to have breakfast. For a moment, I visualized a certain petite girl preparing it for me. She was naked while flipping pancakes at the stove and humming a happy tune. This image caused me to giggle, although I also found it erotic. It certainly made me ponder whether she had enough cooking skills to make my thought a reality.

Fifteen minutes later, I was digging into a small stack of blueberry pancakes. Clearly, my little fantasy had dictated my choice. They were delicious!

My drive to school was slow, but I had coffee to satisfy my taste buds and the love of an incredible young woman to fill my heart. The traffic wasn’t about to bring me down, even when some guy cut me off badly. He probably thought I was on some weird drugs when I smiled and waved at him. However, I was simply high on life.

In the faculty break room, I chatted for a bit with George, Rob, and several male teachers. They were always so nice to me, and today was no different. After they left, Linda approached my table. She was again wearing a nice top, a knee-length skirt, and nylons – along with two-inch heels. It appeared she had been to the hairdresser since yesterday, as her usual stringy dark-brown mop was now a cute, full-bodied bob with blonde highlights. Also, her pink-colored nails looked newly done.

“Hey, Amber!”

I smiled as she sat down next to me. “Well, hello there, gorgeous.”

She laughed. “I guess you noticed my new hair, makeup, and nails.”

“How could I not? I mean, you look fantastic!”

“Aw, thanks.” Her face went red and she shrugged with a giggle. “But you’re the one who inspired me.”

I feigned surprise. “Did I really?”

“Of course! And even though I gave you a hard time about it last month, I’ve always thought you looked great in those outfits.”

“I see that,” I said while scanning her ensemble again.

“Right.” She chuckled with a nod. “I decided to take a chance and try wearing stuff like this, since I’ve been losing weight recently.”

“Nice! How much have you lost so far?”

She sat up straight and puffed out her chest. “I’m down seven pounds in the past two weeks.”

“Way to go, Linda!” I patted her arm with a smile. “I’m really happy for you.”

“I appreciate that.” She placed a hand on top of mine. “But I feel like such an idiot.”

I cocked my head and raised an eyebrow. “Why?”

She sighed. “I judged you very harshly in the beginning. I mean, I saw the way you dressed, and how all the guys hovered around you, and I assumed you were one of those, uh, slutty teachers who sleeps her way to tenure.”

I burst out laughing. Linda chuckled along with me for a bit, before going quiet and gazing down at the table.

“Look,” I said, “don’t worry about it. I judged you wrong too. I mean, I had you pegged for a boring old maid who owned ten cats and hadn’t gone on a date in fifteen years.”

She peered up at me with a half-smile. “You’re mostly right, except I only have two cats, and it’s been nine years.”

My eyes went wide. “Oh God, I didn’t mean—”

“No, it’s fine,” she said while squeezing my hand. “It’s my own fault. I let myself go after that… bastard cheated on me.”

I gave her a quizzical look.

“I was dating this guy for almost a decade. And even though he didn’t propose, it seemed like everything was going great. I was fine just being his girlfriend, as long as he treated me right and didn’t screw around with other women.”

“So, when did, um, you—”

“Well, one day there was an early dismissal from school because the AC system died, and it was getting way too hot in the building.”

“Okay.”

“And I got home about two hours earlier than usual. So, I kütahya escort see his car in the driveway and I’m thinking, ‘This is weird’. But then I shrugged it off, figuring maybe he left work early too. Let’s just say I was in complete shock when I walked into the house and saw him…” She lowered her voice. “…screwing one of his pretty co-workers on our living room sofa.”

I bit my lip and shook my head, remembering the things I had done in recent weeks with Polly on my own couch. “Damn, that’s awful. I’m so sorry.”

She exhaled deeply and nodded. “Thanks. It was pretty devastating for me.”

“I can imagine.”

“Yeah, except I spent far too long feeling sorry for myself. After what happened, I felt like I was undesirable… past my prime… and that I should just give up on finding someone who wanted to be with me.”

I gave her a look of sympathy but couldn’t find any words to say.

“A few months later, I took up bird watching. It was a way to fill my time, and it kept me from spiraling further into depression. But it didn’t stop me from gaining weight, or generally not caring about my appearance. I mean, who was I trying to impress? It’s not like men were going to line up to date an ugly old loser.”

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Linda. You’re far from ugly, you’re not that old, and you’re definitely not a loser.”

She gave me a wry smile. “Well, thanks to you, I’m finally realizing that.”

I chuckled. “I’d like to take the credit, but I really didn’t do anything.”

“Come on, Amber.” She rubbed my hand gently. “You didn’t hate me after I criticized your outfit. You put up with my endless bird stories. You even made me laugh with that whole stinky shoe thing. You’ve been pretty cool in my book.”

I couldn’t help but return her smile. “That’s nice of you to say. I think you’re pretty cool too.”

She laughed. “I’m glad to hear it.” She peered down at what she was wearing. “And perhaps now I also look semi-cool.”

“You look terrific.” I gazed at my own ensemble. “Obviously, I would approve.”

We both chuckled.

“You know,” Linda said, “I hadn’t worn a skirt or pantyhose in years. I didn’t think I could pull it off, until this past week.”

“You’re definitely rocking that look, if I do say so myself.”

“Thanks. And while they’re flattering to my legs, pantyhose are such a pain. I hate having to pull them down and back up every time I go to the bathroom. I’m sure you know what I mean.”

“Actually, I don’t.”

She tilted her head with a confused expression.

“I wear stockings.”

She raised her eyebrows and nodded. “Oh, well, still… I wouldn’t like dealing with garters every day.”

I chuckled. “That’s not a problem for me either.”

“It isn’t?” She now seemed bewildered.

I glanced around the room and saw just three other people, none of whom were paying attention to us.

“Can I, um, show you something?” I asked in a quiet voice.

“Sure.”

I swiveled toward her, enough so she could see my skirt. After confirming we weren’t being watched, I clutched the hem of my skirt. I then hiked it up to reveal my stocking top, as well as a bit of my bare leg above it.

Her eyes bulged and she let out a gasp.

I quickly pulled my skirt back down. “Those are stay-up stockings made of silk. I love the way they feel, and there’s no pesky garters. Maybe you should try them.”

She was now shifting her gaze to nearby tables. A few moments later, she returned her focus to me.

“Um, yeah, I guess.”

I patted her arm with a giggle. “I’m not going to pressure you. But if you’re interested, the outlet center is the best place to buy them.”

“That’s, uh, good to know.”

I noticed she was fidgeting, so I grasped her hand. “Linda, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no, it’s okay. I, I just wasn’t expecting to see that type of stocking.”

“You mean you’ve never heard of these?”

“Oh, I have. But I…” She sighed. “…all right, fine. Maybe I was kind of shocked at your little leg show.” She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “I suppose I’m a bit of a prude.”

“Well, I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. Perhaps we can help each other meet in the middle.”

She giggled, causing me to do likewise.

“That sounds like a plan.” She extended her hand and I shook it. “I could stand to loosen up a little anyway.”

“You will if you keep hanging around with me.”

We laughed again and spent the rest of homeroom period having a very pleasant chat. I found out she actually liked some of the same books and authors as me. I also discovered her taste in movies was similar to mine. In fact, the more I learned about her, the more I realized we had in common. I was even starting to consider getting together with her outside of our workplace – as friends, of course.

After she left to prepare for her first science class of the day, I spied Monica sitting alone on the other side of the room. I hadn’t seen her since Monday, when she scurried away upon noticing me. Although I convinced myself manisa escort otherwise, I continued to wonder if I had upset her last week. There was only one way to find out.

Taking a deep breath, I stood up, smoothed my skirt, and headed toward her table. She was still staring at her phone when I arrived, so I cleared my throat to get her attention. I chuckled at her stunned expression when she saw me.

“Oh, um, h-hi, Amber.”

“Hi Monica. Can we talk for a minute?”

“Uh, sure.”

I sat in the chair next to her. She seemed quite anxious while putting her phone in her purse. She exhaled loudly and met my gaze.

“So, what’s up?”

“I was about to ask you the same question.”

She gave me a look of trepidation. “W-what do you mean?”

“Well, you practically ran out of here the other day when I looked over at you. Then I didn’t see you yesterday.” I took hold of her hand. “Are you avoiding me because of something I did?”

“No, I mean, I…” She glanced down for a moment and sighed. “…it’s just, I’m sort of in a relationship.”

I cocked my head. “Wait, did you think I was…”

She nodded several times.

“Monica…” I smiled and shook my head slightly. “…I wasn’t hitting on you. I’m sorry if it came off like that.”

“Oh, um, right,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“I mean, you’re very pretty and kind of shy. I guess I thought it would be fun to, I don’t know, tease you a little bit. I’m sorry for taking it too far.”

She reinforced my description of her by blushing and averting my gaze. Although she looked very cute this way, I was trying to put her at ease – not embarrass her further.

I continued in a soft voice. “Plus, I now have a girlfriend too.”

“Oh, um, how did you know I, uh, like girls?” she asked while tilting her head.

“It was pretty obvious,” I said with a smirk. “And since I’m bisexual, I can tell when almost anyone is checking me out.”

Her eyes bulged. “But I, I wasn’t…”

I raised an eyebrow at her. She dropped her head and sighed.

“You’re right,” she said in a whisper, “I, I was.”

I grasped her hand a bit tighter. “Don’t be ashamed, Monica. I was doing the same thing to you.”

She peered up at me with a slight grin. “Oh, well, um… thanks?”

I couldn’t help but laugh, and she did also.

“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with window shopping… so long as we don’t sample the merchandise. Am I right?”

She giggled again. “Yeah, good point. And, uh, thanks for being so understanding about my, um, sexuality.”

“Of course.” I patted her hand. “I don’t know why anyone would have a problem with it anyway.”

“I wish that was true. But my parents… they…” She frowned and shook her head. “…I hardly even talk to them anymore. When I do, it’s always ‘where did we go wrong’ and ‘why can’t you try dating a boy’. They just don’t get it.”

“I’m so sorry.” I could tell she was on the verge of tears, so I pulled a tissue from my purse and handed it to her. “We can talk about something else, if this is a sore subject for you.”

She sniffled and dabbed her eyes with the tissue. “No, it’s, it’s okay. So, um, do, do your parents know?”

“Yes, and I’m very lucky. They’re totally fine with me liking both men and women.”

“That’s… that’s great,” she said with a wistful smile.

“Thanks.” I nodded and held her hand once more. “Is there anyone else you’ve told? You know, someone who supports you in this?”

“Only my younger sister and this girl I started dating. I was scared to tell my sister after my parents’ reaction, but it turned out she was super cool with it. In fact, she was the one to set me up with this girl last week, and we hit it off right away.”

“That’s awesome. It sounds like you and your sister are close.”

“We are. She’s a senior at Florida International and comes home every weekend.”

“Right, I think you might have mentioned that to me.”

“Oh yeah, I did. But anyway… she actually set me up with a classmate of hers, who’s a lesbian. The funny thing is, she hit on my sister. Then after my sister told her she was straight, she gave her my number.”

“Wow,” I said with a chuckle, “that’s kind of… different.”

“True, but it’s working out nicely so far. We’ve gone out twice since Friday, and, well, I really like her.”

I nodded, realizing that it all made sense now. She played along with my flirtatiousness last week because she hadn’t started dating the girl yet. When they hit it off, she then began staying away from me.

“Good for you.” I smiled and squeezed her hand. “And hopefully, your parents come around soon.”

“I hope so.” She sighed. “But even if they don’t, I’m not going to change who I am.”

“And you shouldn’t. Besides, you now have a friend who supports you too.”

She gave me an enormous grin. “Thank you, Amber. You’re a really good friend.”

I smiled, and we proceeded to engage in a pleasant conversation for the next twenty minutes. Unlike our previous encounters, she no longer displayed a hint of her usual mardin escort inhibition. I supposed that my positive reaction to her being gay, as well as diffusing the notion I wanted romantic relations with her, caused her to loosen up in my presence. Whatever the reason, I enjoyed our discussion about things like food and musical interests.

Moments before the bell rang, she excused herself to use the bathroom. I then went to my office. After retrieving the necessary papers, I started toward my second period English classroom. Along the way, I spied Tanya in the hallway. As she had all week, she was wearing a layered, short-sleeved top with a medium-length skirt, bare legs, and a pair of Chucks with short socks. It seemed she’d decided on a compromise between the look she tried last Friday, and her former casual style. I thought it suited her perfectly.

“Hey, Miss Nolan,” she said while stopping in front of me. “You’re looking fine today.”

I chuckled with a nod. “Thanks, Tanya. You’re not looking so bad yourself.”

She peered down at her clothes and shrugged. “Oh, these old things?”

We both laughed and I cleared my throat.

“So, um,” I said, “did you want to talk to me about something?”

“Well, kinda. It’s about Polly.”

I raised an eyebrow and pulled her aside.

She spoke in a quiet voice. “She’s been acting, like, mega giddy the past two days. At first, I thought maybe she was on acid or something. But it turns out, she’s just really happy.”

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“Yeah, but it’s weird. I’ve never seen her this high on life, like, ever.”

I shrugged, trying not to give away any clue as to what was responsible for Polly’s bliss.

“So, you have no idea what’s going on with her either?” she asked.

I shook my head. “But maybe I can try to find out after school today.”

“Oh, right, when you’re working on that, um…” She made air quotes with her fingers. “…project.”

My heart almost stopped and I gasped. Had she figured out what her friend and I were doing? Or did she only suspect something was happening? I needed to pull myself together so I could determine what she knew.

“What do you mean, Tanya?”

She folded her arms and smirked at me. “Come on. You already admitted on Saturday that she massaged your feet. I’m sure this project is just an excuse to get more foot rubs from her.”

I sighed as I recalled our conversation in the restaurant. Between Polly and I, we had indeed confessed to engaging in this activity. It was far better for Tanya to believe I was indulging in foot pampering, versus what was really occurring.

“Fine, I admit we’re not actually working on a project.”

She chuckled. “And?”

“And yes, she’s been rubbing my feet.”

“Knew it. In fact, I bet that’s why Polly’s so cheery.”

I grabbed hold of her arm and took a quick peek at our surroundings. “Have you said this to her?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course not.”

“Thanks.” I let out a deep breath. “And please don’t tell anyone else, especially her mom.”

“Your secret’s safe with me. But…”

“But what?”

She stood on her tiptoes and whispered in my ear. “But now you owe me one, Amber.”

I let go of her arm and stared at her with a mixture of dread and contempt.

She giggled and patted my arm. “Don’t worry. I won’t ask for anything too crazy.” She looked in the direction of her next class. “Well, gotta run or I’ll be late. Catch ya later!” She bounded down the hallway and waved at me, before disappearing around the corner.

My jaw remained on the floor and my feet were frozen in place, while I considered what this devious blonde had done. Damn, what did she want from me? And how had I let myself fall into her trap?

The sound of the bell jolted me from paralysis, and I scampered to my English classroom. Thankfully, it wasn’t far and I didn’t receive any odd stares for arriving a bit late. Once I had everyone’s attention, I was able to set aside my concerns regarding Tanya and do a pretty decent job of teaching my students. I also managed to pull through the next period with no issues.

Having the usual guys to chat with during lunch was a blessing, as their witty banter kept my spirits up. However, once it was over and I was alone in my office, I immediately began focusing on the predicament my big mouth had gotten me into.

Why did I tell Tanya I received a foot massage from her friend? Shouldn’t I have anticipated the brash, cheeky girl might pull a stunt like this? Where was common sense in that moment, when I truly needed it?

Of course, almost everything involving Polly had gone against my better judgment. Since the night when she first sniffed my foot, I had allowed both my pussy and heart to make a number of decisions for me. I knew it would get me into trouble sooner or later, and now I was in this situation with Tanya. There was nothing I could do, except trust her and hope she wouldn’t take things too far when cashing in the favor I owed her.

I was still feeling trepidation as I entered the room for my sixth period class, particularly when I saw my petite student and her best friend chatting with each other. In my mind, Tanya was asking Polly to detail every foot pampering session she had with me. And Polly was responding with descriptions of passionate toe sucking and thunderous orgasms.

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Linda was first to wake up. Her thoughts drifted to the night before and she smiled, while she slipped on her robe to go check on the slave. He was still sleeping and his leg was still tethered to the pole on the bed. He stirred as Linda stood watching him. Rolling over on his side, he looked up at her and asked for a shower. Linda told him he would get showered and cleaned up very soon and also that he would be seeing the doctor after dinner that evening.

She didn’t tell him that the doctor specializes in urology. She is a “quiet” member of the BDSM/Auction community and very wealthy so she has the means to acquire any slave she could ever want. She is considered one of the top experts in male modification and considering her expert knowledge of male and female reproductive systems as well as all of the functions with each; she is the best in her field. There is no one in the “community” that truly knows what she does with the slaves she leases, but there are many rumors floating about. Some say she is very rough and she doesn’t damage the slave, but she has tried. Some have said even if she did damage one of the slaves, she would know how to repair the damage done.

Throughout the course of the day the three ladies showered and got cleaned up then allowed Ross to do the same. He was then required to clean and disinfect the bathrooms and work around the house until it was time to transport him to the doctor’s office.

Sara put together a quick meal of spaghetti and meat sauce for dinner with dinner rolls. The four sat together to eat and Ross was then prepared to go to the doctor. He was put back into the shower as Brenda cleaned up the dinner dishes. Linda supervised him and when he was finished with the shower she placed Ross in full restraints for transport. He was blindfolded to avoid any risk of exposing the identity of the doctor or her office. They left the house just after dark to ensure the waiting room in the doctor’s office had been cleared and her medical assistants had gone home for the evening. Brenda had a blanket for the slave to keep him warm on the trip.

Ross was taken into the clinic through the doctor’s entrance at the rear of the building. He was placed on an exam table, complete with stirrups. His wrists were placed in soft leather restraints just below table level and his ankles strapped to the stirrups. The doctor was informed that her patient was ready. As the doctor entered the room she was immediately aware of this slave’s huge cock and balls. She stared momentarily and told the ladies that she wasn’t present for the last auction but she had heard about this new slave. She spread the stirrups wide open, locked them into place and then placed a soft leather restraint across the slave’s chest and a padded one around his neck, securing his head to the table. Linda could tell that Ross was frightened, his cock was soft and limp but his balls were still swollen, bloated and full, very huge.

The doctor reached for the bright exam light and pulled it down to the slave’s genital area offering her a much better and closer look. As she began her examination she was pushing and touching all around the slave’s balls. He appeared to be frightened of this exam, however, his cock and balls gave him away. His cock was thickening, getting very fat and a drop of pre cum appeared at the tip. The doctor noticed the change and commented on the fact that the cock and balls “don’t lie.”

She got quite a bit rougher with Ross since his arousal level had given him away. She poked and prodded every inch of the two orbs in the sac. The slave’s discomfort level was obvious from his twisting and the slight gasps from his mouth. The doctor continued the exam as she felt for the tubes and cords that distended to the top area of the balls from deep within the body. Her fingers probed and were almost into the body cavity by way of the slave’s sac. Her touch became more hard and firm as she seemed to enjoy the discomfort Ross had displayed. The Slave’s cock had become rock hard and a steady stream of pre-cum was spilling over the shaft from the doctor’s firm touch.

Turning to Linda, Brenda and Sara the doctor told them there is an easy way to soften a very hard cock. She asked if they knew how to accomplish that and when they told her that they didn’t she demonstrated. The doctor firmly grabbed the shaft of the slave’s cock and with her other hand, slammed the open palm into the cock head, literally forcing it hard back into the body. Ross jumped and groaned in pain and almost immediately his cock wilted and became soft.

The doctor began to rub the underside of the softened head with her long fingernail. The slave’s cock responded instantly by thickening and swelling, dripping from the tip. He was rock hard again. The doctor firmly grabbed the shaft again and she slammed her open palm hard into the head again forcing it hard back into the body. The slave jumped again and let out a long painful groan as his cock instantly ordu escort wilted and softened again. The three women could tell that the doctor was having fun while inflicting this pain on their slave. The doctor explained that this method of”instantaneous softening” had little or nothing to do with pain, but had everything to do with the element of surprise, or shock to the cock. Males never expect women to slam their cocks.

The doctor continued to examine the balls by palpating each one individually. She began by softly “thumping” each one but gradually working her way from softly to very hard. She claimed to be checking for damage, but Linda surely didn’t think that was the case at all. She noted the sweat pouring off the slave and his obvious discomfort from the palpations of each ball. He winced with every thump. It was confusing though as his cock swelled up and stood rigidly for all of us to see.

The doctor stated that everything seemed to be in “good working order.” She thought to herself that she could have lots of fun with this slave, and she was already planning on how to accomplish that.

The doctor took a large sample of the pre-cum from the head of Ross’ cock and examined it. She told Brenda, Linda and Sara that it appeared to be normal with no blood present. She then squeezed her thumb and forefinger around the base of the slave’s cock and performed a squeegee type motion up the entire shaft squeezing all fluids up to the tip. She leans in and closely examined the fluid. She told the women that if the blood they saw was from scratches it would be fine, but if it was from internal bleeding there could be huge problems that could result in serious infection, internal damage or even more serious, death. She continued to examine the slave trying to duplicate the visual sight of the blood that the three women had seen. After several attempts at squeezing a small amount of blood appeared at the tip of Ross’ cock, mixed in with his pre-cum. The doctor let the ladies know that it warranted further examination.

Linda overheard the doctor refer to an MRI. She asked why the slave needed such an expensive test. The doctor downplayed it as a joke and just thinking out loud. Brenda looked at Linda and shook her head. The ladies silently agreed that an MRI was not necessary. The doctor thought to herself that she really wished the ladies had not heard her mention the MRI. That was a pleasure the doctor wanted all to herself.

Ross flinched as the doctor continued the exam of his balls. She was beginning to get really rough with them. Her mauling caused concern for the women watching but they stood silently by, observing. Ross seemed to be able to take lots of pain, the doctor’s hard probing had to hurt, but he rarely moaned or groaned. He winced every now and then when she was extremely brutal.

She grasped the slaves cock shaft and smeared her hand with his secretions. She hit the head of his cock with her open palm from the other hand and the ladies watched as it with drew back toward his balls. He was instantly soft. The doctor stated she was about to milt the slave and milting wouldn’t work if the cock was hard. She slid two fingers down the underside of the slave’s cock head towards his sac, with her two fingers still close to the head; the foreskin slips up and covers her fingers as well as the head of his cock. She then took her other hand and got a cupping type grip under the ball sac and held them steady so that they were trapped in her hand.

Her two fingers pushed downward just as if they were sliding down the shaft of his cock. Her fingers were in the foreskin and not inside the mouth of Ross’ cock as they reached that very slight area of the sac meeting resistance. Pressing harder her two fingers wrapped in the foreskin slipped with a “pop” into the sac and rested between the two testicles deep inside.

The doctor then began to stroke one of the slave’s balls. Her fingertips felt the various muscles, tubes and cords that distended from the body into his balls. She began to rub and stroke them, stimulating the ball to eruption; which allowed the slave’s sperm to flow out. Ross was feeling deep arousal evidenced by his panting. They all noticed his stomach tighten and the muscles in his thighs twitch and contract from being pulled so tightly, he was very close to orgasm. She stopped all stimulation momentarily and after a few minutes, she began to stimulate his ball all over again, hard. She waited for a minute and then felt a huge amount of pre-cum and sperm mixed, in the palm of her hand.

The doctor obviously has vast experience in milting because she knew just when to stop all movement around the slave’s cock and balls to avoid full orgasm. She was just emptying his balls for now. The women watched closely as the doctor continued the milting process until there were just spasms coming from deep within his cock, but no fluid was being released. She had drained osmaniye escort him, for the time being. There was sperm and pre-cum everywhere. Ross was exhausted, drained. The doctor’s hands were dripping cum onto the floor. There was cum up on his stomach and dripping down off the exam table.

The doctor explained to Brenda, Sara and Linda that with the presence of any amount of blood she needed to insert a tiny flex camera to locate the cause of the bleeding. Since this had been the third time blood has been seen, she needed to ensure there was no internal bleeding. She wiped the head of Ross’ cock over and over again, only to find more and more pre-cum drooling from the mouth. She verified with the ladies that the slave’s cock had been worked extensively previous to the auction.

She noted that the opening to the slave’s cock was much larger than the average male and she attempted to clean out the urethra several times before taking much harsher steps. She found that the shaft just oozed more each time she attempted to clean it out so she opted for the “wash” prior to inserting the camera. She had to be able to see once the camera was inside and with the amount of pre-cum and sperm in the shaft, it wouldn’t be possible.

The doctor grabbed a small pressurized metal head very similar to the instrument that a dentist used to wash your teeth off, with the exception that this one had much more pressure to it. The doctor ensured that the tiny hose was attached firmly to the pressurized head as she began to feed it into the slave’s cock shaft. He was in very obvious discomfort as she threaded deeper and deeper into his shaft. She sprayed the warm water each time she probed deeper which actually stretched the urethra a little bit more. The doctor sprayed one last time and the slave was rock hard again. Ross was extremely excited. He was gasping for breath.

The doctor knew that spraying was somewhat painful as it attacks lots of nerve endings. Ross was beginning to pant again from the intense feelings from the sprayer. The doctor pulled the tiny sprayer from his cock and began to insert a tiny suction tube. Deeper and deeper it went down into his cock, actually suctioning his shaft dry as it progressed. He was in torment from the pain and of virtually no fluid and a dry shaft as she pulled to remove it from deep within him. The doctor turned to Brenda, Linda and Sara and elaborated that the slave’s urethral opening was huge and it was not in any way like a typical male. She noted it was very unusual and erotic. She was very intrigued and warming up to the thoughts of having that slave to herself.

She took the tiny camera which was smaller than the eraser on the end of a pencil and immediately fed it into the shaft of Ross’ cock. He screamed from the pain this time as he was very dry still. The doctor watched what her expert hands were doing to the stretched mouth of the slave’s fat cock. He was almost coming up off the exam table, sweat pouring off him as he tried to pull away. He was gasping and groaning but his cock was still very hard.

After several attempts and watching the smooth inner muscles of the slave’s cock, there seemed to be no evidence of a cut or tear. She informed the ladies that in fact, there was lots of bruising. She decided to find out once and for all if there was cock damage or internal damage.

She opened a drawer at the foot of the exam table and removed a set of hegar sounds. She explained to Linda, Sara and Brenda that by forcing the inner urethra smooth tissue to stretch farther and farther, it would actually cause any cuts or tears to re-open and bleed, therefore confirming whether the cut is actually in the shaft or in the body.

Linda gasped at the thought of the stainless steel instruments being forced down into the shaft of her slave’s cock. She stepped out the back door for some fresh air during that part of the procedure. The doctor placed a ball gag into the mouth of the slave and tightened the straps around his head.

The doctor squeezed the puckering mouth of Ross’s cock open. She looked inside for a long moment attempting to gauge the size of the sounds to start with. The shaft of Ross’ cock was still virtually dried out, but the doctor knew that the pre-cum would soon rise to the tip all over again.

She selected one of the large gauged sounds and began to insert the nine inch tool into the stretched mouth of Ross’ cock. As she gently pushed it into the shaft she felt it smooth all the way. She noted that the slave’s hips were up off of the table and he was deathly silent. She glanced to his face and noted his profuse sweating, and the muscles in his neck pulled tight. She knew she was just getting started and felt sure he would not enjoy the amount of torture to come. This process could be extremely pleasurable for the slave as the sound slides in and out, pushing past the head and on down the shaft. As the sound forced the sinop escort urethra out the slave winced from the hard pain. The ladies noticed that he would vacillate between fun and feeling good to pain, over and over again depending on what the doctor was doing at the moment.

As Ross became accustomed to the size of the sound embedded deeply in his cock shaft, his hips and butt began to rest back down on the table. The doctor took that opportunity to have Brenda and Sara place another leather strap across the slave’s stomach and pelvic bone. She insisted they be extremely tight. He was completely tied down with his thighs up and spread wide. Everything was hanging out except the sound which was only exposed out of the head of his cock about a half an inch.

Everyone in the room heard the slave panting around the ball gag as the doctor pushed the last half inch of the sound into his cock shaft. His hips tried to rise up off of the exam table, but the restraints did their job and held him down. His thighs were tight and extremely hard, his toes were curled under and he was sweating even more profusely than before. It poured from his forehead. Brenda gasped and panicked, worried that the sound would not come back out. The doctor laughed and told her that it could be lots of fun getting it out.

The doctor was gently stroking the slave’s cock. The sphincter muscle, just inside the head of the cock, was holding the sound in place. There was no way it could come out without some help. On the underside of Ross’ cock, the large gauge sound was visually obvious, making the urethra bulge outward. The head of his cock was swollen enormously and completely engorged from arousal, trapping the sound inside with the extreme tightness.

The doctor had a sinister type smile on her face as she probed around under the slave’s ball sac. She looked at the ladies and told them to press firmly on the prostrate and as she did, the sound rushed almost completely out of the head of Ross’ cock with a thick squishy plop noise. The doctor grasped the sound and pulled it the rest of the way out, with a pop sound as it was released.

She immediately began the squeegee type action on the shaft of his cock trying to push any fluid up to the tip so she could check for blood. There was none. The slave was still panting audibly against the ball gag as Linda returned from outside. Ross’ body was almost limp, he was still sweating and the shock of the sound leaving his cock caused it to become very, very soft. The doctor pointed out that working on a soft cock with the sounds can be very difficult, but working with a hard cock was a snap!

The doctor continued to squeeze the shaft of the slave’s cock over and over squeezing fluids up to the tip, still not seeing any blood she looked at the ladies once again and declared that she was going to make absolute certain the blood was not coming from the body cavity.

She laid the first sound on the metal tray. The sound was covered in sticky fluid and what appeared to be a small amount of sperm. The sound was nine inches long; the slave’s cock was eight inches long which left about an inch inside his body. The doctor looked out over the sounds on the tray and selected the next larger size up from the one she had originally used. The women were shocked and decided there was no way she would ever get that thing to fit into Ross. The doctor was attempting to stretch that soft inner tissue in order to cause any tears or cuts to re-open and cause bleeding, eliminating the concern of internal injury. After selecting the huge sound the doctor began manipulating the slave’s ball sac, locating the cords above the left, and obviously larger of the two balls, she found that magical spot and started her gentle pinching and pulling of them.

She pulled them out and away from the ball itself and watched Ross closely for his response. The doctor applied more pressure and pulled on the left ball, the slave’s cock was instantly rock hard again and twitching. She stopped the ball manipulation and gripped the cock shaft tightly. She forced the thick foreskin down, stretching it tight and as she did the mouth of Ross’ cock opened wide and about three fourths of an inch inside was visible.

The doctor placed the huge sound at the opening of the cock shaft and began to slowly press it into the wide gaping mouth. The slave was resisting already, his hips bounced up and down as much as the pelvic restraint allowed, his thighs were quivering and his head was thrown back as far as the exam table allowed. The doctor loosened her grip on the shaft of Ross’s cock and pushed the sound into the swollen head past the first sphincter. The ladies heard a slight “pop” as the sound passed through. Ross grunted behind the ball gag and quickly inhaled deeply through his nose. The sound penetrated about three more inches down into the shaft.

Ross was straining very hard and sweat was literally pouring from his brow. The doctor grasped the sound a bit more firmly and slowly pushed it farther down into the shaft of the slave’s cock, stretching that inner tender tissue almost to the max. Linda let out an audible gasp and turned away from the procedure. She just couldn’t stand to see her slave in so much torturous pain.

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“Shhh..!”

I almost giggled. Sean’s hushing me up was sweet, but totally unnecessary. I knew as well as he did the importance of being quiet during this part our adventure.

He held out his hands for me to step in, and lifted me up high enough to reach the open window. I snuck in one hand and opened the window all the way. I grabbed hold of the window sill, and Sean gave me a push. I crawled in, not very elegant, but who cared? I fell head first down upon a sofa.

“Allright!” I thought to myself.

I wasn’t always this lucky. Many times, I had fallen head first to the floor. Once I had landed on top of a mini-bar.

I got up and looked around. I was inside a livingroom, belonging to rather wealthy people with good taste, from what I could see. Everything, from the heavy oak furniture to the red Afghanian carpet, had that discrete look that only really expensive things have.

I found my way out into the hallway, where I unlocked the door and let Sean in. He looked around while I locked the door.

“Nice one,” he said.

We didn’t turn on any lights, and we hadn’t brought a flashlight either. We didn’t want the neighbours to see flickering lights in a house that was supposed to be empty for the night. Anyway, we didn’t need any lamps; the summer night was light enough for us to see all the pretty details in the home. The messy hallway, with shoes kicked around all over tokat escort the floor. Teh strict and elegant livingroom. The cozy little kitchen, with its dirty dishes. They had eaten pasta for dinner. And had red wine with it.

We moved along, exploring each room. The laundry room, full of piles of dirty clothes and sheets and towels. Must be laundry day tomorrow.

Upstairs. A guestroom. Sweet and feminine, with a patchwork bedspread in pink and mint green. An office. A Macintosh computer, high tech and expensive. This was someone with a serious job. No wonder they were wealthy.

A big bathroom. Oh, a jacuzzi!

“Fancy,” Sean mumbled.

I smiled, and opened the cabinets. We went through every little item in there. French perfume. Shaving gel. “Old Spice”. Make-up, loads of make-up. Anti-wrinkle cream and foundation. A bottle of hair dye.

-Middle age, I said.

We left everything as we had found it, and went on. Another guest room, just as frilly and cute as the first one, only this had a colour scheme of light yellow and periwinkle blue. Further…

Ah. The master bedroom. Atleast one room that wasn’t dominated by pastels and flowers and lace. This room had a soft blue shade of wallpapers, white furniture, sheep skin rugs on the floor, and a large bedspread in blue and white stripes on top of a king size bed. It was a room that was masculine yet yozgat escort lighthearted at the same time.

“Which room do you like best?” I asked- “The bathroom with the jacuzzi?”

“We already tried that at the last place we went to,” said Sean. “My muscles were sore for days afterwards. I like this room.”

I gave him a dirty smile, and he lifted me up and threw me on the bed. I giggled, and he jumped me, roaring like a wild beast.

We rolled from one side of the bed to the other, kissing. I pulled my T-shirt off, and Sean attacked my naked breasts, rolled his tongue around my stiff nipples, the left, the right, the left… My hands stroke his curly hair, and I made a mental note that he needed to get it cut. I entwined my legs with his, touched his broad shoulders through his shirt, pulled it out of his pants, and over his head. He got up on his knees, and opened his belt. I pulled his trousers down, and I sat up and took hold of his beautiful cock, pulled down its foreskin, and sucked it in between my lips.

“Oh, man!” Sean sighed happily. “Oh, yeha, baby! Suck it! Damned, you’re good at giving head!”

I teased him to the edge of coming, by licking that little string of skin between the shaft and the head. It always drives him crazy.

“Wait!” he moaned. “Not like this!”

I leaned back on the bed, and he fumbled in his pockets to find zonguldak escort a condom. He ripped up the pakage with his teeh, and rolled the condom on. He pulled off my jeans shorts, and spread my legs wide.

“Come, baby!” I said. “Take me!”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He plowed into me, and groaned loudly for each push. I grabbed onto the headboard, closed my eyes, and enjoyed my boyfriend humping me for all he was worth. His hand found my clit, and now he got back at me for teasing. Sean was a master at playing with my clit. He rubbed it between his fingers, caressed it, teased it, and turned me into a ragdoll, squirming and writhing and moaning under him.

“Harder, baby!” I cried. “Oh, god, please, please, just a little more, I’m almost there, oh, NO, don’t stop, please, I’m so close! Oh, please, please… Oh, fuck you! Make me come, dammit!”

He got me to the point where I was close to coming, only to pause to let me “cool off”, and then the exquisite torture began again. I reached down his back, strained my arms to reach, and moved my fingers down between his butt cheeks. I couldn’t reach to put a finger inside his ass, but I could tease the rim, and make him wince.

“Oh, fuck!” he groaned, and thrusted violently into me, while his fingers moved ruthlessly over my clit, making me moan in synch with him.

We came together, hard and loud. Sean rolled off me, and we stretched out on the big bed, panting.

“Don’t forget your panties this time,” he said. “We don’t want to cause any problems for these people.”

“I didn’t wear any,” I said.

He groaned, and kissed my cheek. Then we got up, got dressed, and left the house the same way I had gotten in.

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It would shame me no end to know you had read this and I would never admit to having written it at all. If you are reading this now, I am squirming inside. I want you to read it but then dismiss it, delete it and never mention it again. It is too embarrassing.

I have always lusted after you. That’s not news. You know that only too well. Now as much as ever, your body is so hot. And so unavailable.

I have memories and photos but no chances of fucking you. No expectations and nothing but the thrill of occasional glimpses and stolen glances. All of which is more than fine.

What drives me to insane actions, such as writing this, is the fierce lust that is provoked by thoughts of what you can give me instead. It leads me on and forces me to entertain depraved fantasies and to revel in a form of exquisite, intoxicated sexual debasement.

I would do anything, anything at all for a drink. A drink from you.

I have paid money for a glass that, later on, I have used in extended masturbation kırşehir escort sessions. I’m astonished that you have also kindly donated free samples for my pleasure and use. I’m ecstatic.

You wouldn’t even need to do that though, to thrill me all day. Just you verbalising that I like to drink your piss, sorry, love to, and would do anything for it is almost enough.

Sometimes, when I lie in self bondage with your piss retained at length in my mouth, I imagine your voice telling me over and over not to swallow but to just keep it there. Plus all kinds of other instructions. And how happy I would be to oblige.

Of course I like to watch, but am as aroused when you keep yourself bunched up and unexposed, leaving me to listen and guess. Imagining being really up close. To almost feel the warmth of the stream. Whilst blindfolded. Denied a view.

It is everything. The smell and the sound too. As I become more turned on I fantasise wildly that one malatya escort day you would bring round some of your piss soaked knickers, sealed in a bag. I imagine you being entirely perfunctory about the whole affair but gladly accepting my money and playing no part or having no interest in how I press them to my face or stuff them in my mouth as vibrators whirr on a roped up body.

So now we are deep into the realm of far-fetched fantasies.

What would it ever take for me to video you pissing in a glass for me again? Would I beg or pay over the odds or would you be drunk and happy enough with me to reward me? Could you promise this indefinitely, have me instantly enthralled only for you to defer it once more? And then, if ever it did occur, would you do it in awkward light or have me only focus on the glass or the sound and still expect me to thank you profusely. I would.

But the ultimate, what gets me instantly hard and totally wanton, is the thought, niğde escort just the thought of you pissing in my mouth. Saying it under my breath; please piss in my mouth, please piss in my mouth as I stroke myself is a must. Writing it now brings me close. So close.

The fact it is so unlikely is such a turn on. Way beyond expectations. May be you would just have me sip from a glass you offer. Tell me to hold it here and not touch myself perhaps. Wild fantasies.

Or one day, in some place you might come round with a 2-litre bottle of your piss , chilled from the fridge, and show casual disdain as I pay you gleefully. Or may be you would watch disinterestedly as you tipped some of it into a funnel or a bowl for me to taste, savour or just smell.

Or maybe you would just come round and get drunk and spend the whole time teasing and flirting me with your bladder and what you will do but ultimately leave me with nothing but your laughs.

I need to come now. Writing this is too much. And when I do, I will imagine these scenes and shiver with horror that I have sent this to you. A panic and a chill. I can see your disappointment as you read this. Your eyes rolling and your finger hovering over the delete key. Please. Please do. Never mention this. I am such a fool for sending it. Sorry.

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