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Elizabeth gazed out over the blue waters of the bay. Ships and boats dotted a scene framed by snow-capped mountains rising up from the far shore. Her luxurious apartment was one floor below the Penthouse suite on the 24th floor of a high-end downtown hotel apartment complex. It was decorated in the traditional style with wallpaper, pastel colours, indirect lighting and elegant wood trim. Security was excellent with private elevator access to her floor.

She enjoyed standing alone on her outside deck on nights such as this, sipping a glass of red wine while contemplating the turn of events that had resulted in this satisfying lifestyle. Her early years had been much more difficult.

Elizabeth was a widow, Bill her wealthy husband having died three years prior. He had been almost 25 years older than her and a widower with adult children when he asked her to marry him. At the time, she and several other college girls had formed a call girl ring to finance their education. They had been smart as well as beautiful, operating through discreet connections to corporations seeking female companions for visiting business clients.

Bill had been one of these clients and after one afternoon in bed with her became totally smitten. He pursued her for several months before Elizabeth accepted his proposal of marriage at age 22. Bill’s children had been less than enthusiastic about their father marrying a much younger woman and were not shy in showing their resentment. As the year’s passed however they had grown to appreciate her as she cared for their father through a lingering illness that ultimately culminated in his death. His estate had been divided amongst his children but they had readily accepted his provision awarding Elizabeth the apartment along with a generous guaranteed income for life. The apartment alone was worth millions, but she could not imagine ever selling it.

Bill had provided Elizabeth with the most stable part of her life going back to her childhood. She had been raised in a broken home in a very poor part of a small town and only her physical beauty and mental toughness had allowed her to emerge in her early twenties as a confident woman. She had used her body and natural enjoyment of sex to make her way in life and had been fortunate to survive unscathed through that uncertain journey.

Following the death of her husband she had, at age 50, resumed her interest in sex but only at her pleasure and choice. She had always been careful of diet and exercise and continued to be recognized as a very beautiful woman. She was a head turner in any public appearance.

She had an eclectic preference in lovers, was always discreet but cared little if her friends or acquaintances became aware of them. She did not view her occasional affairs as a means to find another husband, but simply for the pleasure and affection provided by short-term intimate contact. It had been several weeks since she had last enjoyed the company of a lover, and she was getting restless as she relived her last encounter.

He was a tall and thin Jamaican, a piano player and crooner who performed nightly at one of her favourite restaurants. He appeared to be in his mid thirties, one of Elizabeth’s preferred ages for lovers. She particularly enjoyed his version of many of the soft ballads of Nat King Cole. She had been in the company of other people on each occasion but locked eyes with him often as she danced with one or the other of her companions. They smiled each time that she had turned to face him and she could sense his eyes on her body when she turned away. She knew that he desired her as she had grown to desire him.

She dined alone one night. He recognized her immediately and was turned in her direction for the entire evening. She wrote a note requesting a song, and included her cell phone number. He looked her way after he received the note from her waiter, kissed it and placed it in his vest pocket. He sang the ballad she had requested, ‘The very thought of you’. Their eyes never wavered as he sang and Elizabeth’s loins weakened imagining him between her legs.

He had barely left the stage for his next break when her cell phone trembled in her purse. His lilting voice purred, “Can we meet soon?”

Elizabeth replied, “I’d like that, are you free after your show.”

He replied, “Oh yeah, when and where?”

She said, “Grosvenor Apartments, private entrance, exactly at 11, I’ll meet you at the elevator.”

He replied, “Perfect, will be there. My name is Derek, and you?”

“Call me Liz.”

A pause and then, as if making sure that he fully understood her intentions, “Liz, I’m hard already.”

Her simple reply, “Good.”

Elizabeth was waiting in the entrance lobby as he emerged from a cab. She buzzed him in and they entered the elevator without a word. She positioned him in a corner, and pointed directly up at a camera over his head in warning. They chatted about the weather and other irrelevant manners as the elevator carried them to Elizabeth’s floor.

They remained calm as they entered her apartment, Elizabeth suggesting kuşadası escort that he wait on the outside deck as she moved to make drinks and select some music. He was peering out over the water as she returned to hand him a martini. They toasted each other, standing close with eyes locked.

He was very tall, lithe more than thin, his movements as smooth as were his renditions of Nat King Cole. Elizabeth moved in closer until her breasts and hips brushed against him. He bent and kissed her softly, their tongue tips touching in exploration. She pulled back a little and said, “Hold that thought, will be back in a minute.” She kissed him again and floated off to her bedroom. She was certain now.

Elizabeth returned to find him waiting expectantly, watching her as she glided towards him clad in a sheer negligee that highlighted the fact that she was not wearing bra or panties. He drank in the sight of her breasts swaying as she moved, the brown nipples erect and visible through the thin cloth. Ah God, her pussy was shaved, how hot can it get?

She moved in tight against him with her head tilted up, her lips anxious to taste his.

His hands went down her back to cup her cheeks as she sucked his long tongue. He whispered, “Hi Liz,” as they laughed softly, “Pinch me, I can’t believe this is happening. You are so very beautiful. I want to make love to you.”

She hungrily sought his mouth once more with her tongue tip tracing the outlines of her parted lips, rubbing her breasts and hips on his. She pressed her mound hard against his erect cock and whispered, “You are certainly hard now.”

The sex had been great, even perfect. He was a patient lover, taking his time and making sure that she was ready for each next move. While Elizabeth preferred choosing whom, when and where, she expected that once sex was initiated that her lover would take charge. It worked perfectly on this occasion. Derek’s fingers played her body like they played the piano, smooth and flowing, touching and caressing as he relieved her of the negligee. She surrendered her mind and body to his relentless ministrations.

Her eyes closed now as she relived that first feel of his cock slipping between her legs as they stood naked beside her bed. Long and thick, the hot hard shaft pressed upward on her slit. She recalled the feel of the knob jutting out between her cheeks behind. His kisses and hot hands described his mounting passion as Elizabeth slipped her pussy lips back and forth along the hot smooth shaft while grinding her tits and belly against him. She was nervous about her capacity to take his cock, its size being a definite challenge, but she was desperate to feel it inside her.

Derek could sense her concern. He had been down this road before with uncertain ladies and took his time preparing her, going down on her first, nuzzling and licking and sucking on her pussy. He mounted her and positioned his knob to rub her slit. Elizabeth grasped the shaft and rubbed her pussy lips on the knob as he applied pressure to enter her, working it into her in short jabs. Her hands circled his back and she dug her fingernails into his butt as she pulled him in. He was up on extended arms watching her reactions as he slow fucked her with about half his cock. She groaned softly as he slipped further inside of her. He sucked in his breath as her vagina relaxed completely and the tiny hot tongues of her folds lapped his probing shaft.

He slowly pulled his cock out accompanied by Elizabeth’s complaint, “What, what, why stop now?”

He whispered, “I love the taste of a half fucked pussy baby, and I am dying to taste yours, you’ll love it.”

Despite her protests he went down on her again and ran his tongue the full length of her slit. She pulled his head against her to rub her pussy on his mouth and face. She was ready to get off to the same degree that she had wanted him to leave his cock in her.

Once more he changed pace to lift off of her before nestling between her legs on his knees. She frantically raised her pussy upwards to meet his cock. There was less resistance to his entry and he was soon fully inside of her. He began to screw her with his full cock. His body was a steam engine, with arms, legs, hips and hands combining to drive his cock in and out of her pussy, using long slow strokes at first, increasing in speed and power as he hunched down over her, doing chin-ups on her body as his butt rose higher and higher only to thrust more quickly into her pussy with each stroke.

Elizabeth began to lose control as he pounded her, first arching her back to meet his thrusts then stretching her legs high above him as their bellies slapped together. She cried out in delicious agony as her body convulsed and jerked before merging into a mindless orgasm. He paused, still buried deep inside of her, allowing her to freely enjoy the release of her pent up sexual tension, as she clenched and twisted and vibrated around his steel like shaft.

“My turn baby, going to fuck that tight pussy of yours, got a big load for you baby, going to bury it deep.” Only then did he take his own pleasure, rubbing his cock side to side, top to bottom as he screwed her without stop. He used an arm to lift one of her legs up beside her body as he released several belts of hot cum. Elizabeth followed quickly with a second less intense orgasm.

Derek had been insatiable and she ignored her own rule that a first time lover could not stay the night with her. He treated her with reverence, never really stopping his seduction efforts, fondling and kissing and screwing her relentlessly.

Finally, and totally exhausted, she had given him a hand-supported blowjob in the shower at about 5 am and sent him on his way.

As he departed they kissed and he said “will call you soon.”

Elizabeth smiled her goodbye but as soon as he was gone, picked up her cell phone and blocked his number. More erotic nights like that could complicate her life.

During Elizabeth’s reverie, Marty the maintenance man was twenty floors below in his basement apartment. One could say that he enjoyed a much lower elevation in society as well, but Marty would disagree. He was 35 years old and had lived a life the reverse of Elizabeth’s. Born to wealthy parents he had been provided every opportunity; cars, sun vacations, golf and yacht club memberships along with a University education, cut short when he quit to join the armed forces. Quitting his education was both a claim of independence from his parents and a desire to do something exciting and dangerous.

He had excelled in the service, volunteered for and served in the Special Forces while seeing action in the Middle East. Slated for officer training, he had resigned at the end of his five-year term and decided that his niche in life was to fix things for people and to be a handyman of some sort.

He had enjoyed taking things apart and putting them back together since being a child. It was his way of understanding how things worked. He became expert in a variety of repairs and inadvertently stumbled into his current job in building maintenance. He was very good at the work although certainly capable of much more in life and he knew that at some point in time another experience would beckon him. One can think that way with wealthy parents. He was the only one of the maintenance crew to live in the building and was often called for overtime work while off shift.

His time in Special Forces had turned him into a fitness freak, his body a compact rubber band of sinew and bone. He worked out in a nearby gym and ran miles after each shift. The rest of his time was spent indoors working, reading or studying. He was insatiable in his search for knowledge.

Everything else that he needed or desired was right there in the building including sex. Marty had never sought a permanent relationship with a woman, had never enjoyed more than a ‘friends with benefits’ affair let alone considered marriage. But he did enjoy sex with a willing woman and seldom turned down an opportunity to partake.

The building had almost one hundred suites and apartments to keep in order, with one service man on call throughout the 24 hours. His boss Ed supervised Marty and his three partners who rotated through shift work and time off. Ed personally took care of the most exclusive apartments on the top three floors and it was only when Ed was not available that Marty or his mates were called to service the ‘elite class’.

Most apartments were owned or rented by married couples while widowed or divorced ladies lived alone in about thirty units. For the most part these ladies were of mature age ranging from thirty through seventy. Many of them were sexually active and Marty tended to react positively if one showed erotic interest in him. The only determining factor in his selection of a partner for sex was the level of desire he sensed coming his way. He was very discreet and timed his sexual encounters for quiet times.

He ruled out dallying with any of the married gals. Nothing noble about his preferences in that regard, he just did not wish to become involved in messy situations and discouraged, or better said, did not respond to, advances made by attached ladies.

That was until the previous week. Mary was a young married gal about 22 years old whose older husband had parked her in an apartment shortly after marriage and departed on a foreign assignment. She had been in the building for about a year. She appeared to be both shy and erotically interested in Marty, an interest that Marty did not encourage.

Well admittedly, he did not attempt to discourage it either and made no attempt to hide his appreciation of her soft round body, Bambi-like eyes and pouting lips. She was a strawberry blond with freckles, burgeoning boobs, round hips and ass covered by silky marsh mellow skin. Her scent lingered with him for hours after a service call. He maintained his control however while religiously responding to her every request for help. This poor young woman apparently aching for sex was very pleasant to look at.

Mary’s calls for assistance usually occurred at the end of Marty’s shift, the intent being to catch him with some time to dally with her. The calls involved problems with the Internet or her computer. This was a grey area in regard to the responsibilities of building management. As the calls for assistance continued unabated, Shelly the building manager told Marty that he did not have to respond unless it involved the Internet service provided by the building. Marty’s response was that the only way he could determine that was to go and check.

Last week’s call came once again at the end of his shift and once more was an apparent Internet problem. Marty had been without sex for over a week and was horny, but not really expecting any action with Mary other than a lingering gawk at her body combined with an intense desire to throw her in bed.

He almost stumbled into the room as Mary opened the door in response to his knock. She was dressed in a skimpy halter-top, jean shorts cut just below the ass, and bare feet. She looked like Daisy Mae from Lil Abner. Her normally shy greeting had been replaced by a bold and inviting leer as she stood there holding the door.

Marty regained control of his faculties, “Hi Mrs Short, trouble with the Internet again?” He moved past her sideways not daring to brush against any part of her.

“For God’s sake Marty, call me Mary, we’ve known each other long enough.” She provocatively placed one hand on his arm knowing that she was making an impression on him. He could barely pull his eyes from her tits. “And yes, more trouble, but all I know is that I cannot get online.”

Marty caught a glimpse of her ass, barely covered by the frayed edges of her jean shorts, as she turned away to shut the door. ‘Damn,’ he thought, ‘be strong Marty’. He was just as captivated as she turned to face him with the sight of her bare white belly; pink halter-top struggling to contain her freckled boobs, bare shoulders, delicate neck, rosebud lips and pale blue eyes.

He took a deep breath and said; “Better get right to it, end of shift is near,” and turned to enter the bedroom. She followed him as he moved to a small office set-up in one corner of the room. He could smell her scent.

He knelt to check the connections under the desk, pulled the swivel chair out and sat down and started the computer. Mary moved closer behind him, her hand resting on the back of the chair, her breath wafting over his ears and the back of his neck.

Marty’s preference for not engaging married gals was evaporating and he maintained his control by the slimmest of margins. He subtly shifted the knob of his erection up under his belt so as not to advertise where his thoughts lay. It was not subtle enough as Mary caught the move and bit her lip.

Problem resolution did not get any easier as Mary, emboldened now, moved her hand from the back of the chair to his shoulder, then down his arm to softly caress his bicep and back up to his neck. “Mary”, he turned his head to look up at her.

Mary no longer appeared as a shy young woman simply seeking affection or human contact. Her eyes were dull and lusty, her tongue tip tracing the outline of her pink lips, and her free hand casually caressing one boob. Her entire demeanour shouted, ‘Fuck me please’.

It was game over for Marty, one thought only now as he rotated around slowly, one knee spreading Mary’s legs as she moved towards him. Marty lifted one beautiful freckled tit out of the cup and kissed then sucked the nipple. Mary quickly freed the tie on the halter-top and both tits tumbled out to rub on his face and active tongue.

Marty released a nipple from his lips and groaned, “Been dreaming of these Mary, been dying to suck them.”

“You could have had them for months now Marty, why wait so long? Oh God, suck them hard.”

Marty fumbled with the button on her jean shorts, freeing it and sliding his hands in under the waist band and around behind to cup her soft silky ass cheeks. More groans from both of them as she moved back to allow him to force the shorts down around her hips and cheeks to the floor.

“Naughty lady, no panties, you were waiting for this weren’t you?” His hands worked up along the back of her legs to her ass, cupping her cheeks, caressing that erotic crease between her cheeks and legs. He could smell the musky scent of an aroused pussy as he kissed and licked her belly and hips.

“Took them off just before you got here. Left them on the floor beside the door for you to see. Guess you missed them.” Mary bent down for a wild wet tongue swirling kiss as he moved one hand around to her belly.

“Want to see you,” Marty ordered as he pushed her back a little and dropped his eyes down from her tits to a rust coloured trimmed bush. “Watch my fingers Mary,” who spread wider as he slipped two fingers between her legs, one each side of her swollen pussy lips. “Look at me Mary.” Her opaque eyes captured his as she felt him move one finger along the length of her slit, lowering her hips just a little in invitation. He hooked the finger into her pussy hole and moved it gently in and out as Mary’s knees weakened and bent. She lifted a breast to his mouth as he clasped the heel of his hand down hard on her mound and finger fucked her with two fingers.

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Brenda knew when men looked at her she had two things going for her her long blonde hair and her large tits. So it was no surprise when he walked up and said, “You have some nice melons,” that she just smiled and said, “Thanks.”

Brenda didn’t realize she was holding two cantaloupes when he said that.

“You going to make something with them?” He asked.

She looked up at him a little puzzled. Was this man wanting to do what she thought he wanted, she thought to herself before looking down and realizing she was holding the melons.

Blushing, she looked up at him and said, “I was planning on having a picnic a little later.”

Throwing caution to the wind, “care to join me?” She asked the blond stranger.

“Sure,” he replied. “By the way, I’m Mike.”

“Nice to meet you Mike. My name’s Brenda.”

Mike escorted her to the checkout stand and she put her melons on the conveyer belt with the rest of her groceries.

“Why don’t we just take my car?” Asked Mike.

“That’s fine with me.”

He carried her groceries out to his car and loaded them in the trunk before heading to the kuşadası escort passenger side door and opened it for her.

“Where are we going?”

“There’s a little park a couple miles outside of town just off the highway.”

They drove to the park in silence. Brenda thought to herself that she was being crazy asking this stranger to go with her, but he looked so nice and when she looked into his blue eyes, it did something to her insides.

He turned off onto the dirt road that led to the park and pulled up into the parking area. The whole place was deserted.

“Oh darn,” Brenda said. “I left my blanket in my car.”

“That’s okay. I have one in the trunk.”

Mike opened the trunk, grabbed the groceries and blanket, and closed the trunk before walking with Brenda toward the small pond. He sat down the groceries and spread out the blanket before patting a spot for Brenda to sit.

As she sat down, he joined her but his leg brushed up against hers and they both took in a sharp breath. Both of them moved at the same time toward the other. She rested her hands on his shoulders and he grabbed her hair and pulled her mouth toward his. Their lips touched slightly before he nudged her apart with his tongue.

He explored the inside of her mouth while she started taking off his shirt. They broke their kiss and both discarded their shirts. He looked down at her lacy bra and said, “those are nice too.”

She replied by reaching behind her and unfastening her bra. Once that was discarded she grabbed his hand and put it over one of her breasts. She leaned into him and reached up and grabbed his nipples, running her hands in small circles.

He reached with his other hand and grabbed her other nipple. He lowered his head to one tit and began sucking it. She moaned and leaned closer to his mouth. She reached lower and unbuttoned his shorts, sliding them down his legs. She followed them with his underwear.

He pushed her backwards and started trailing kisses until he reached her mouth. Then he began straddling her, running his hard penis across her shorts before heading higher.

She motioned for him to stop, and reached to the side and grabbed her purse. He looked at her with a puzzled look until he saw her withdraw a bottle of lotion.

She handed it up to him and he squeezed it on her waiting tits. He rubbed it all around and she moaned. Once he had her tits nice and wet, he straddled them and put his penis in between the waiting opening.

She reached and grabbed both tits, one on either side and squeezed them together. He moved his dick in and out. When he reached the top of her tits, she reached out with her tongue and licked his moist head. He moaned and thrust harder.

Each time he thrust up, she licked. He thrust harder and harder and she licked faster and faster.

“This feels so good,” Mike told Brenda.

She replied by taking his whole head in her mouth and suckling it. He paused for a moment while her tongue tortured his throbbing dick. He reached over and grabbed the lotion. He squeezed more onto her tits before resuming his thrusts.

He thrust harder and faster and she squeezed her tits tighter, making the opening much smaller. That only spurred him on more. Harder and faster. Harder and faster. He thrust one final time before spilling himself all over her chest.

He sat there for a moment and then said, “Damn, I told you those were some nice melons.”

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Two legs diverged in a wood, and I – I went right between them.

“You sure you know where you’re going? Cuz once I get out there I won’t have any service if you get lost.”

“Don’t worry,” you replied, “I know where it is. Remember I’m an outdoors woman, if I get lost I’ll just track you.”

“Ok,” I said laughing, “I’m leaving now. I’ll see you in twenty minutes.”

I hopped in my car and drove the twenty minutes to the refuge, pulled into the parking lot and got out to put on some bug spray. As I was finishing you turned your car into the lot and parked it next to mine.

“Oh, the smell of Off really turns me on,” you said as you got out of your car and came over to join me at the trail head.

“I figured either that or the smell of fish would do the trick. You want some?”

“Na, I’m not a wuss,” you said needling me.

“Neither am I, but I’m just so sweet the bugs come for me.”

“Oh, is that it?”

“I like to think so. Anyway, how are you beautiful?” I asked leaning in and giving you a quick kiss on the mouth.

“I’m good, glad to be home from school for a couple of days though. And even happier to see you.”

“Wow!” I said surprised.

“What?”

“That may be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

You punched me in the arm, hard. “Oh shut up, I’m not that mean.”

I rolled my eyes and got another punch for my trouble.

“So,” you said looking down the path, “you going to show me this place or what?”

“Sure, come on,” I said starting down the path.

We walked for twenty minutes or so, through some dense woods, then down a long hill and out into a big field. The sun was bright and the day was as beautiful as the girl I was with. Somewhere along the way I found myself with my hand intertwined with yours. I looked at you and smiled and you smiled back.

“Is that it?” you asked when the observation came into view at the far end of the field.

“Yeah, it’s pretty cool. It’s got all these benches and one of those binocular things so you can look out over the reservoir and look at ducks.”

“Ducks?”

“I don’t know,” I said, “I just come out here to read. The place is so quiet and there is never anyone else out here. Not sure why they built it but since it’s here, I figure I’ll get some use out of it.”

The observation platform sat out a few yards into the marshy edge of the reservoir and as we stepped onto the walkway that led out to the main structure I stopped and pulled you to me.

“What?” you asked me a little startled.

“Nothing,” I said scuffing my feet on the gravel that had spilled from the path onto the planks of the walkway, “it’s just that, well, I missed you and I’m glad you are here.”

You put your hand under my chin and lifted my face so that we were looking each other in the eyes. You didn’t say a word, you didn’t half to, but I knew you felt the same way. I leaned in and you leaned in and our lips met softly at first, then as our kiss lingered we pressed harder into each other. Our lips parted and our tongues slithered forth, journeying into one another’s mouths.

As we kissed I could feel a bolt of excitement rush through my body and my cock began to respond. I pulled your body even closer to mine, feeling your feminine parts press into me. My hand went around behind you and grabbed your ass, pulling you tightly against my crotch. For a long time we kissed, enjoying the feeling of each other’s presence.

Finally we broke our engagement and pulled our bodies away. “C’mon, let’s go look at some ducks,” you said pulling me down the walkway.

We walked up the railing and looked out over the water. Everything was serene and calm on the water and a slight breeze was rustling the trees. Out in the water a fish splashed and a bird chirped a happy song.

“This is stunning,” you said after taking a few long moments to take it all in.

“Not as stunning as you are,” I said moving up behind you and pressing myself against you.

“You bring me out in the middle of all this nature and all you can think about is sex?”

“Is there anything more natural than a man’s desire for his woman?”

“I guess not,” you said laughing.

I put my chin on your shoulder and wrapped my arms around your midsection. You turned your head and kissed me on the temple; for a long time we just stood there like that just happy to be in each other’s company.

But a man can only contain himself so long when he’s got a physical specimen such kuşadası escort as you at his disposal.

I started to softly kiss your neck and moved my hands up under the hem of your tank top and placed them on the smooth skin of your stomach. I moved them over your abdomen and your hips, feeling the feminine shape of your body. My cock was immediately on high alert and I pressed my crotch tight against your backside.

You let out a little hum of pleasure and reached your arm up and around, pulling my head into your neck. I started to nibble on your flesh gently and my hands moved further up your shirt to the bottom of your breasts. I hefted them and felt the smooth contours of their bottom in my hands.

“Maybe we should sit down,” you said.

We moved over to one of the benches and sat with you in my lap, half facing me. You leaned back into me and my mouth went to yours; as we kissed deeply and passionately my hand again slid beneath your shirt and back to your breasts. I took the left one in my right hand and started to caress it, feeling your nipple start to grow rubbery at my touch.

Our mouths were pressed together tightly, our tongues flipping and sliding over one another as the passion kept on growing. Under my hand your nipple got hard and with my fingers I tugged and twisted it gently, using your piercing to amplify your pleasure.

You slid your mouth from mine. “You sure no one ever comes out here?”

“I’ve been out here dozens of times,” I said, “and never seen another soul.”

“Good,” you replied and moved your mouth to my neck. Much as I had done to you previously you kissed and nibbled on the skin, down to my shoulder and back up to my ear. It felt good, damn good, and I began to grow hard.

I slid my hand from under your shirt and placed it on your thigh. I stroked up and down your smooth skin a few times, each time going higher and higher until I was at your pussy. Once again I discovered you sans panties.

“Oh, who was thinking about sex? Mrs. doesn’t wear panties for a walk in the woods.”

“Shut up” you said into the crook of my neck. I smiled knowing that you wanted me as much as I wanted you.

I pressed my hand against your crotch and you slid your legs apart wide enough to allow me access. I slid my middle finger between your lips and discovered that you were already soaking wet. As we sat there on the bench I slowly fingered you.

With your lips on my neck and nothing for my mouth to do I leaned forward and started to kiss your breasts through your shirt. Both of your nipples were now erect and I took turns taking them into my mouth through the thin material. I tried with my left hand to get your shirt up so I could expose your skin, but just couldn’t manage it. Luckily, you could, and after you pushed your shirt up I was able to gain full access to your chest.

I pressed my face into the soft flesh of your breasts and bit softly at your nipples. I sucked them into my mouth hard, holding them there and flicking my tongue over the tips of them. I had a wondrous time with your nipple ring, pushing it up and down and tugging on it gently with my mouth.

“I want you so bad,” you said breathlessly.

“Right here?”

“Yeah, right here.”

“Ok, I think I’m ready to go,” I said.

“Well, we’ll just make sure of that,” you said sliding your body off of mine and onto the seat next time mine. You bent forward at the waist while at the same time your hand pulled the elastic of my shorts back freeing my rock hard cock. The next thing I knew I was in your mouth, your tongue swirling deliciously around the head of my prick.

I leaned my head against the back of the bench and just sat there enjoying the feeling of having your lips on me. My hand rested on the back of your golden hair and urged you to take me even deeper. When my cock had reached its fullest capacity, you let it fall from your mouth and scooted back into my lap.

You pulled your shorts to the side exposing your perfectly manicured pussy and I aimed my cock at your hole. Slowly you descended, taking me inside of yourself inch by inch until every last bit of me had disappeared and our bodies rested against one another.

I lifted your shirt and returned my mouth to your pert breasts and delved my hands down into your shorts and onto your ass. As you continued riding me slowly, my mouth devoured your breasts and my hands explored your backside.

“My knees are starting to hurt,” you said after you had been riding me for a while.

“Do you want to switch positions?”

“Na,” you said reaching back and sliding off your shoes. You pulled your legs up and placed your bare feet on the bench. “I’ll just do it like this.”

You wrapped your arms around my head and pulled yourself close to me, forcing my face back into your chest. Now instead of fucking me slowly, you began to bounce up and on me hard and fast. Up you came until just an inch or two remained inside of you, then you would crash back down on top of me ramming every bit of my cock deep into your pussy. It didn’t take long in that position for your breathing to become shallow and raspy.

“I’m going to cum,” you said into my ear.

“Well bite your lip when you do or you’ll scare all the ducks.”

If you hadn’t started cumming at that moment you probably would have stopped and punched me. But you were, and my arm was spared.

When your orgasm finally subsided your leaned back and looked at me. “Ok, now my legs are tired. Your turn.”

“Gladly,” I said helping you up and off of me.

With us both standing I led you back over to the railing and got behind you. I grabbed the waistband of your shorts and pulled them down just below your ass. With a gentle hand on your back I bent you over slightly, bent my knees and took careful aim.

On my first probe I located the correct hole and slid inside; very fortuitous because had I hit the wrong one the ducks really would have been scared. I pushed myself deeper inside of you until my pelvis came in contact with your glorious ass. My hands went to your hips and I began to take you slowly from behind.

With each push I used my hands to pull you into me, driving deep inside of you and holding myself there just enjoying the feeling of being coupled with such an amazing woman.

Again and again I pushed myself inside of you, fucking you hard if not fast. When we started in this position you were bent at the waist slightly but as time went on your bent further and further until your bent in half with your hands gripping the rail. You were also starting to push back into me, meeting my every thrust and encouraging me to go deeper.

So I started to pick up the pace, fucking you faster and faster until each push caused a muffled slap when our bodies collided. I was giving it to you with everything I had, fucking you as hard as I possibly could when I saw you release the railing with one of your hands and move it to your breasts.

Then your legs got weak and I had to help hold you up with my hands as you began moaning.

“Don’t fucking stop,” you said looking back at me over your shoulder.

The thought had never even entered my mind.

You tried to stifle your moans, I’m sure you did, but it just didn’t work. Wails of pleasure stared pouring out of you as I kept right on plowing away, slamming every last bit of my cock into the deepest depths of your pussy. As your climax reached a crescendo, I pushed into you one last time and held myself there, feeling your body convulse around me.

“I think I need to sit down,” you said when you were finally able to speak again.

“I’ve got a better idea,” I said sliding myself out of you and pulling up my shorts.

Taking you by the hand I led you back off of the observation platform and down the path to the woods. There on the edge of the field was a row of trees that would give us all the privacy we would need. I stripped off my shirt and laid it out on the ground and helped you down onto it. As I hooked my fingers into the waistband of your shorts, you removed your shirt and when I pushed you down onto your back you were completely naked.

Quickly I kissed my way down your torso to your legs, letting my mouth linger on your exquisite thighs before moving up to attend to your clit. I licked it with long strokes, drawing wet circles around it, then taking it between my teeth and nibbling gently. Then releasing it from my mouth completely and instead rubbing on it hard and fast with my fingers. I did anything that I could think to do jut to keep you on your toes and bring you as much pleasure as I possibly could.

When you lifted your legs, spreading them wide, and put your hand on the back of my head to hold my mouth on you I knew that my efforts were successful. As you let out a gentle moan you rocked and bucked your hips against my face, intensifying your gratification.

Meanwhile my cock was back at full attention and desperate to get back inside of you. Once your orgasm finally subsided I slid forward on my knees, grabbed your legs that were splayed wide in my hands, placed them on my shoulders and brought the head of my shaft to your opening.

In one desperate rush I entered you, sliding every inch of myself into your pussy. A loud gasp of pleasure or pain, or both, escaped your lips as I pushed your legs back and apart in an effort to venture even deeper within. Once I was convince I had bottomed out inside of you I held myself still for a few moments, reveling in the warmth and wetness and feeling the muscles inside you twitching around my hard cock.

Then I began to fuck you with long, hard, crashing strokes that started with me drawing all but the very tip of my prick from inside you, and then roughly slamming myself in my entirety back into your depths. Each descent brought forth a similar gasp from you as well as the concussion of our flesh meeting with force.

Again and again and again I pushed into you, reveling in every moment spent inside of you, until my knees started to hurt and I needed to change positions. So I released your legs from my shoulders, pushed my legs out behind me and laid down on top of you supporting my weight on my hands.

In this position I couldn’t fuck you quite as hard, but I could still go deep and progress at a much faster pace. And now you took an active role, rolling your hips away form me each time I withdrew and pushing them up to meet me each time I returned. Your hands were grasping my arms at the bicep and I could feel the pressure in your grip intensifying.

I looked into your eyes and saw them roll back and your eyelids flutter at the same time as I felt your fingernails digging into the flesh of my arms. You were cumming again and this orgasm was going to be one for the ages.

Your body went momentarily stiff then began to convulse all over as wave after wave of pleasure cascaded over you. Your nails were shredding the skin on my upper arms but I took solace in the knowledge that I was giving you an experience you weren’t likely to soon forget. When finally your orgasm trailed off you released your grip on my arms and flung them out beside you as your entire body went limp.

“How was that?” I asked rhetorically.

“Fucking amazing,” you said breathlessly.

“Fucking amazing, or amazing fucking?”

“Both,” you replied and smiled. “Are you getting close, because I think I’m going to have a little trouble walking tomorrow if you keep this up.”

“I can be,” I said “How do you want me to finish?”

“Could you lay here and make love to me softly and sweetly?”

“Oh, I bet I can manage that.”

“Good, because I’d like that. And don’t worry about waiting for me to cum again, you’ve more than fulfilled your duties in that area,” you said smiling up at me.

I took the weight off my arms and settled down on top of you, our naked bodies resting against one another. You wrapped your legs around mine and locked your feet behind my knees and threw your arms around my back, holding me close to you. Slowly I started to move in and out of you. Our lips met and we kissed deeply for a long time as I set about establishing a leisurely pace for our last moments of passion.

It was an awesome experience just being there with you, our bodies as one, locked at the hips and at the mouth. When after a prolonged time I started to feel the telltale feelings that precede my own orgasm I broke our kiss and buried my face in the crook of your neck. As I concentrated on the feeling of my cock pistoning in and out of you, your mouth went to my ear, licking and biting gently at my lobe.

That was all it took. I felt myself growing even harder and I pushed deep inside you and held myself against you as the muscles of my cock spasmed delivering the first stream of cum into your warm pussy.

Over and over I shuddered as my cock worked depositing every last drop I had to give into the very depths of you and I heard myself cry out with pleasure. When at last I had given all that I could my exhausted body collapsed against yours. Your arms held me tight and for a long while we said nothing, both of us simply basking in the afterglow of our glorious coupling.

When I finally had the strength I pulled my face from your neck and propped myself on one elbow. I looked deeply into your beautiful blue eyes and smiled. “That was the best trip to the woods ever,” I said.

“You just wait till next time,” you said and kissed me.

“Oh?” I said in mock surprise. “We’re going to ‘get back to nature’ again sometime?”

“Let’s just say that the ducks had better get used to my mating call.”

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“Mega Combo! You just saved 10,000,000 acres of Amazon rainforest!”

I smile, and move another block into place. Another couple rows eliminated.

“Score doubler! You just saved the Tasmanian tiger from extinction!”

I giggle and look up across the table. James smiles and gives me a thumbs up. I can feel my cheeks heating up.

At this moment, I am supposed to be listening to a presentation on the effects of the Super Bowl on regional energy usage. I am not listening. This is my fifth year at the EECC, first as student, now as a private industry representative, and I realized as early as early as the first that the convention functions much more as a platform for networking than it does as a way to raise awareness or discuss actual solutions to problems. That’s what I’m doing right now: networking.

Very broadly speaking.

I move a zig-zag shaped block, clearing out another row while I set up a combo. The game notifies me that I’ve just ended water shortages in California.

I look over at James, who’s fiddling with his hair as he checks his own phone. Is he updating the game as he goes? I honestly have no idea how this works, or if he can do that. I’ve been playing this game on and off since he sent it to me this morning, and I still haven’t seen even one of the messages twice. As I watch him, he looks up at me and smiles, and touches a finger to his lips, then flicks it towards me. I can’t tell if it’s a surreptitious way of blowing me a kiss, or just meaninglessly fiddling his fingers. Regardless, from the way a wave of heat runs through me as I see it, starting from my face and traveling in a flush down my body, part of me is definitely one hundred percent convinced that it’s meaningful.

I met James two months ago at the Environmental Action Conference. Different convention, same idea. He’s an industry representative like me, a programmer for a company that designs fuel cells. Our employers mainly treat these conventions as a venue to advertise and make useful connections with other figures in business and academia, so when a whole bunch of us got together for drinks afterwards, that was basically just a normal part of the job. We talked for a while, exchanged cards. Just ordinary business. The fact that I could not, for the life of me, remember anyone else who was there afterwards, was not so much ordinary business. We sent a few emails back and forth after that, but he lives in another state, and business-wise, there’s really no reason for me to be in touch with a programmer from a fuel cell company.

Purely for personal interest though, I’d asked him if he was going to be at the EECC. He was.

Yesterday, during the first day of the convention, I spent somewhat more time than was probably strictly called for attending the same events and presentations as James, sharing tables or nearby seats, sharing our thoughts on the subjects up for discussion, or in some cases poking fun at some particularly silly and pointless workshops. One of those was a workshop on phone apps which would promote energy efficiency or environmental protection, where the organizers didn’t pay even the slightest attention to realism, practicality, or the process of actually programming those apps. That evening, the two of us went out drinking together, this time without a whole crowd of convention-goers keeping us company, and he told me that he was absolutely going to program a phone game that would save the entire environment.

That night, several drinks later, I made out with James outside the bar, standing on tiptoe and winding my fingers into his hair, craning my head up to let his tongue take control of my mouth, his hands kneading into my ass through my skirt, almost lifting me into the air as he ground my body against him. If just a little more of my weight had left the ground, I might have thrown away all thoughts of anyone who might have been watching, given in to the alcohol and desire, and wrapped my legs around him right there on the street.

And then, he walked me the couple blocks to the hotel I’m staying at, where I promptly fell asleep, and woke up the next morning wishing I worked for some company, any company, which wouldn’t have booked us two employees to a room.

This morning, I received a text from James. I’d expected maybe some kind of clarification of his feelings, or possibly an apology for going too far, or not far enough. Instead, he told me he’d finished his environment-saving phone game, and sent me a download link. And then he told me he was looking forward to seeing me at the convention today.

“Incredible! You just saved every species of lemur!”

I clear several rows in a single swoop, and shoot James another look. I’m definitely not coming away with any useful knowledge on the energy costs of the Super Bowl.

He looks back at me, then down at his own phone for a few seconds, and mine buzzes with a text notification.

“You enjoying the game?”

I shoot a text back.

“V addictive. Am still trying to find out kuşadası escort how much environment I can save.”

Another buzz. “I already told you. The whole thing.”

I have no idea how he actually put this together. Unless he was up all night writing it, I don’t see how he could possibly have written in every single score message. I think for a bit, then send a response.

“Can I bring back the mammoths?”

I look over to catch his expression, a wry smile, aimed at the phone, not at me, then I check the response a few seconds later.

“Hold on a bit.”

After a moment, another buzz.

“I’ve been writing an update.”

I wait a little longer to see if he’s about to follow that up, then start to compose a reply.

‘Is it a sexy update?’

That’s the first thing that comes to mind, but as autocomplete fails to offer up the word I’m looking for, I stall. Am I getting ahead of myself? He still hasn’t brought up what happened when we left the bar even once today. Maybe he’s just trying to backpedal and be friendly. I glance over at him, trying to pick up some cue, but this time he doesn’t look up and meet my gaze. I try to think up some kind of message to scope him out, before it strikes me that I’m looking for ways to flirt with a guy in the middle of an environmental convention filled with hundreds of people.

As I mull it over, my phone buzzes again. Another text.

“Finished it. Sending a link.”

I think fast, then settle lamely on my response. “Looking forward to it.”

He looks over at me again as he sends the link over. A playful smile. Maybe it’s just a look that means he’s proud of the joke he’s just pulled. Another tingling flush of warmth; my body is certain it’s not that type of look.

I download the update for the game and start it up again, completely putting aside any responsibilities I might have here as a representative of my employer to seem like an engaged participant. Mechanically, it looks the same as before, a simple block-clearing game. I start moving pieces into place.

“Three part combo! Beautiful!”

The first time I set up a block of rows to clear, I get that message. It’s the first time it hasn’t told me I’ve accomplished some major environmental goal. Maybe he decided to tone it back a bit? I move pieces into place for another combo.

“Score doubler! You’re so sexy!”

I stare at the message on the screen. Like all the other score messages, it vanishes after a couple seconds. I turn to look over at James. He’s watching me intently with that same playful smile.

Still struggling to put together a response, I clear another line.

“Sweet! Your lips taste so good!”

Well, it’s obvious he didn’t just forget about last night.

I look back up at him, then shoot a message over.

“So do I get prizes for this game?”

I start to compose a followup, ‘Or is it just compliments?’ But then I pause. I’m about to tell a guy in the middle of a convention, during work hours, that I don’t want to stop at just words. I sit there, indecisive in front of the screen, my heartbeat accelerating, warm, pulsing tension building in my core.

Another message pops up on my screen. “Yeah, there are prizes.”

A few seconds later, “Why not try for a high score?”

I look over at him again. A warm grin as he pushes his hair away from his eyes. Just as his hand passes in front of his face, I think I catch a wink.

Fuck, there’s no point using emojis when he can give me looks like that.

I send him a message back. “I think I will.”

I move a few more blocks. Another line eliminated. “Lovely!” I blush. At this point, I no longer assume it’s complimenting my pattern recognition skills.

James is looking down at his phone when I glance over at him again, but within a second, he looks back at me. I bury my face in my phone again, unable to meet his gaze for long, and, feeling the full weight of his attention on me, I set myself about trying to achieve a high score.

“Combo chain! You just earned a kiss!” Unlike all the messages before it, this one lingers on the screen as I wait. I hunch my body over around my phone, even more embarrassed about the possibility of someone else spotting my screen than when I was playing a game at an environmental conference which would pop up messages saying that I’d saved all baby seals forever.

“…with deep tongue!” As I move another block into place, another line pops up below the score message from before. I squirm slightly in my seat, glancing at the attendees in the seats on either side of me. The woman on my right looks over at me, sees me playing with my phone in the middle of the presentation, and I give her a look of embarrassment which I hope she just takes for bashfulness at being caught not paying attention. It’s not just nervousness which makes it hard for me to sit still. I’m painfully aware of the feeling of my own heartbeat, and I can feel the throbbing in my chest echo, a fraction of a second behind, between my legs. My black pencil skirt, plain and professional, suitable for a business conference, is imposing itself on my consciousness with its tightness around my hips, the pressure of the seat underneath me reminding me of the feeling of James’ hands when he kissed me last night.

“…with hair-pulling!” The line which appears as I make my next move sends a throb through my body, totally separate from my heartbeat. I don’t think I even realized until that moment that I’m into having my hair pulled. Now, I’m suddenly, keenly aware of the effect the idea has on me, just as I’m keenly aware of the warmth radiating from my core, of the lightest prickling touches against my skin, of how wet I am sitting among this crowd of people who’re listening to this lecture that passes through my ears completely unattended.

For a moment, I’m struck with a wave of self-consciousness. I’m supposed to be working here! I don’t mix my private life with my job responsibilities. I don’t flirt with coworkers. I’ve gotten turned on at work before, true, but only as a momentary distraction. I don’t let it keep me from getting work done. Not at the office, let alone when I’m surrounded by people like this. Compulsively, I minimize the game and put the phone down in my lap, forcing myself to attend to the presentation and make myself look engaged and professional.

The presentation continues to be about energy usage and the Super Bowl, utterly irrelevant to the throbbing, tingling feelings of my body, or to the presence of James across the table from me and whatever other messages he might have left in the phone game for me. I open it again.

“Congratulations! You fill out a skirt better than anyone!”

At a glance, I can see James is watching me, gauging my reactions. As I meet his eye, I run my hands down along my own hips. Can he see from his side of the table? I don’t know; at his height maybe it’s easier to see over it. Either way, it teases my growing need to be touched.

I continue moving blocks into place, struggling to focus my attention on the patterns, but eagerly chasing the reward of the words on the screen each time. I set up a perfect pattern, the bottom of the screen almost filled, just waiting for a single long block to complete it. As I receive the final necessary piece, I pause a moment before I move it into place, admiring the symbolism.

“Amazing! Super sexy combo! You unlocked the bonus stage!”

I stare at the message, but unlike some of the others, it only hangs around for a few seconds before disappearing from the screen. I assemble a few more blocks and eliminate a row. A compliment to my lips. I continue playing, and the messages continue to appear as before, but with no message of the bonus stage. I start to compose a text.

“Ah!” I jolt, my focus suddenly broken. The woman who was seated to my right is standing now, patting me on the shoulder. The rest of the attendees at our table are already pushing their chairs back into place, striking up conversations as they move on to the next presentation. The woman gives me a look, mild curiosity mixed with disapproval at my complete wastage of an attendee seat. I’m not sure I can blush any more than I was already doing, but I bite my lip sheepishly. I sit up from my chair, and head over for where James is now waiting in an empty space off by the wall.

“Hey, um…” I ask him the question I was about to pose by text a moment ago. “So, what’s the, um… the bonus stage?”

Part of me definitely wishes I could have put on a flirty, sultry voice when I asked that, but even without anyone close enough to overhear us, I don’t think I can pull that off in the middle of an in-use convention center. I’m still faintly mortified by my interaction with that woman just now.

Even so, James gives me a smile like he’s been missing me, and not literally sitting across a table from me for the last half hour.

“Room’s opened up over there.” He nods his head to the side, indicating a door off towards a corner of the presentation room.

I’m not sure I follow what he’s talking about, but hearing his actual voice after all those text messages we just exchanged immediately grabs hold of my focus.

“Oh, sweet, yeah, um…” I strike out wildly, looking for some less lame-sounding way to express my approval. There’s no way he didn’t mean something dirty by that.

Or is there? Fuck, I don’t know. I’m hopelessly wound up right now.

James moves around beside me, and puts his hand on the small of my back, guiding me towards the door. That’s not an ordinary thing to do in this situation, right? I don’t want anyone to notice anything out of the ordinary, but at the same time, I hope it’s not, because I can’t help investing worlds of significance into the feeling of his hand on my body. If the woman’s hand on my shoulder felt like pure shock, a sudden unexpected intrusion into my sharply narrowed focus, his hand on my back feels like a thrill which my focus has narrowed down purely to better appreciate.

“So,” we enter into a small conference room adjoining the room where we just attended the presentation. A single table surrounded by a few chairs. Otherwise empty. He nudges the door with his foot, letting it slowly sweep closed and click shut. “Did you win anything good at the game?”

“Yeah.” I pause for a moment, collecting my thoughts, intent on giving as good as I’m getting here, on not turning into a deer in the headlights.

“The entire monsoon forest biome. Lots of extinct species. A kiss.”

James grins. “And the bonus level.”

“And the bonus level, right.”

“But the kiss came first.” He steps in close to me, lightly grasping the elbows of my blazer, and I crane my face up towards his.

“Does everything happen in order then?”

“Not always. It depends on the loading speed.”

I’m already wearing heels, standing on tiptoe brings me barely an inch closer to his face, but I do so anyway, resting my hands against his chest. He puts his hand on the back of my head, running his fingers through my hair, then down along the nape of my neck, a light touch that sends warm shivers through me. He bends down and brings his lips to mine, gently at first. I open up my mouth, inviting his tongue inside, and the feeling as it tangles with mine plunges all the way down my body. He winds his fingers into my hair, pulling my head further back and holding me close, pressing my body to his chest. I can feel my nipples throbbing against the pressure of his body, and I let out a soft whine into his mouth.

After some amount of time which I completely lose track of, he pulls back again, gazing down at me as I rest my weight against him. I take a few deep breaths before I speak.

“So… how did you get the idea I like having my hair pulled?”

The corners of his mouth twitch.

“Oh, last night, when we kissed, I kind of…” He leans down towards me again, squeezing my body tighter against him this time. He pulls back on my hair more forcefully, leaning my face too far back to kiss him, and runs his tongue lightly down my neck. Still held up on tiptoe, my legs tremble, and the whine that escapes my lips this time isn’t nearly so soft.

He pulls back, releasing his grip and running his fingers gently through my hair again. “…Picked it up.” He finishes.

“…Uh huh.” My mind is almost completely wiped of the ability to articulate a clever response.

“So, you wanted to know what the bonus stage was, right?”

“Yeah.” I’m still leaning against him, but he pushes me away slightly, shifting my weight back onto my own feet, then guides me over to the other side of the room, across the conference table. I’m facing the door now, the sole entrance to the room. It looks heavy and solid. There are no windows, the room lit up by long bars of fluorescent lighting overhead. This looks like a room intended for small private conferences, ones which can’t easily be overheard from outside. James stands behind me, his arms wrapped around me, running his hands down underneath the top button of my blazer, then back up again, gently lifting up against the weight of my breasts.

“Guess.”

I place my hands over his forearms, stroking my fingers up and down them, taking in the feeling of their firmness, their strength, the size of his hands against my body. Part of me wants to move his hands myself, to push him ahead. My body is aching with anticipation, with the need to be touched. I’m already much more than ready to go further. His gentle touch, tracing patterns along my belly, up the undersides of my breasts, in curves around my nipples, feels incredible and almost agonizing. He could drop his hand down underneath my skirt right now, and it wouldn’t be a moment too soon. Letting him control the pace, placing myself completely in his hands, is a thrill all of its own, but there’s one more reason urging me to push him ahead.

I am not an exhibitionist. I don’t think I am, anyway. Even with everything else occupying my attention, the sight of the door across from us gives me a faint sense of unease. As far as I know, there’s no reason for anyone else to come into this room now. No events scheduled here, no subcommittees or special meeting groups needing to use a small conference room. On the other hand, there’s no real reason for anyone not to come in either. Someone might check the door just to see where it goes. The longer we stay in here, the greater the chance we’ll be caught.

“Nhh!” I let out a sharp gasp as James moves on to my nipples, the kneading of his hands turning into a firm tweak of both at once. On the other hand, as much as I’m afraid to get caught, there’s no way I could bring myself to ask him to stop now. I squirm, shifting back against him, my body only half under my own control. Through his suit pants, I can feel the hardness of his cock pressing up against me now, not along my butt, he’s too much taller than I am, but around the small of my back. I rub myself back against him, expressing my desire the best I can, even though realistically it can only do so much for him to have me rub my ass against his upper thighs.

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I’ve deliberately chosen not to use names in this story as I think it makes it easier for the reader to put themselves into the story, be the character. I may be wrong, but that’s why there are no names.

Also, the story ignores safe-sex practice for the sake of the narrative, that’s fantasy for you!

* * * * *

As he entered the bookshop he noticed her, standing by the science fiction books where he was headed. Well, what he saw first was a shining head of fair hair forming a long wave, curving on top of a head just visible above the shelving making its owner three inches taller. It could have belonged to a young girl or an old lady for all he knew. Then he turned into the section and involuntarily slowed his pace. He saw the face of a stunningly attractive woman gazing into the pages of a book held up near her chest. He estimated she was about thirty years old.

Random strands of her hair tumbled down the side of her face, a delicately shaped ear peeked between them. Balanced on her nose was a pair of spectacles focusing her gaze onto the print in front of her. The glasses somehow added to her allure, drawing attention to the fine features of her face.

He observed this within a single step of his slowed pace. He neared her by another step.

She browsed the book in front of a spotlight highlighting the shelf. The white pages of the book reflected the light back onto her, graphically illuminating the top half of her breasts, squeezed together, up and outward by her bra, encased in a “V” shaped top. Two curved mounds of brownish-pink flesh, lined up one behind the other, demanding his observation, gleaming in the light from the pages, rising and ebbing as she breathed. His breath deepened.

She glanced up from considering her purchase to see a man approaching her, a handsome man in his late thirties-early forties she guessed. It crossed her mind that she was glad she wore her new bra today, she was proud to present her fleshy mounds to the world in this way; although always proud of them she’d been apprehensive to share them so openly.

Last month, was her thirtieth birthday. Late that day, as she lay on her sofa after masturbating reading a sexy novel she’d been given by a female friend, she realised how her libido had grown more intense during the past few years and how more often she felt the need to relieve her desires by masturbating. She’d also become more poised in the company of others, particularly men, no longer the timid girl scared of the world; sex in particular; growing into a mature woman any man would desire. Whether it was the Champagne or mother nature, she vowed she would no longer be the shy but nice girl she was and decided it was time she overcame her reticence and began to fully enjoy being a woman, a woman with needs she wanted to fulfil.

She found her courage and the next day, to her surprise, her resolve was still with her. Her mind was made up, she was intent. Gradually her manner changed as did her clothes. Her most pleasing decision was to display her firm and buoyant breasts to anyone who wanted to admire them. She felt bold and confident.

She smiled warmly at the approaching man then looked down again at her soon to be purchased book, but her concentration was now to her side and the effect she hoped the allure of her rolling breasts had.

Her display, but more so her smile, conspired to create a twitch making itself felt in the organ hanging loose between his thighs. He was glad his trousers were baggy, they would help hide any stiffness he might have. He couldn’t appear confident with a large bulge between him and the woman he was about to converse with. The silk boxer shorts would not help; damn it.

As he arrived alongside her he looked away from her and studied the shelf. After briefly assessing the titles, he took hold of the book he’d come for. Not wanting to risk her moving away, he thought of something to say.

“Nice breasts”? NO!!!! that was the first thing that sprang to his thoughts. Nice, very nice, tho’ her breasts were, for some reason convention doesn’t allow their praise, not between strangers anyway, even those wanting not to be strangers. They both knew they were “very nice” but no, not acceptable.

He looked sideways, glancing an urgent look at her breasts, seeming even more arousing this close; his resolve firmed. His eyes continued upwards and looked at her hair.

“I love the way you wear your hair” he said.

Delighted he’d made an opening, she replied…

“Oh!, its a bit of a mess…” she said, brushing a hand across it, making the loose wisps float, adding to her allure,

“…but thank you kind sir!” she added in a lilting voice, smiling her warm smile, warming up his cock.

“What’s that your reading?” he added “are you into sci-fi?”

Their conversation continued, building confidence between them. A common interest discussed. They slowly walked to the checkout carrying a book each, chatting all the way.

Then came his next hurdle. They were at the door and he had to get her to continue their kuşadası escort encounter somehow.

“I’m going for a coffee” she said “will you join me?”

“Err.. yes I’d love to” he replied, pleasantly surprised.

His organ reacted to her invitation with an inflow of blood, announcing its readiness to him. Her invitation was a clear announcement of the possibility of intimacy and his cock knew it. Unless she was only a tease; his experience told him not, so did the blushing skin of her chest. She was as excited as he was.

They found a cafe, he sat down, and watched as she did the same, her breasts bouncing high then dipping low before her bra regained its grip. She smiled her special smile at his expression.

“I see you’re a breast man” she said teasing him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to stare”

“Yes you did!” she retorted, with a smile.

“Yes, I did!” he agreed, also smiling. They both laughed.

“I’m discovering the enjoyment showing off my cleavage brings, I was rather shy until recently, I’m glad I’ve finally found some courage!”

He too decided to be bold.

“Well, if you see the table rising you’ll know why!”

The smile left her face, she studied him for a second or two.

“You mean I’ve given you an erection?”

Slightly worried he’d said too much, he replied, “most definitely”

She gazed into his eyes, her face expressionless, giving him no clues to her mood. Suddenly he felt her bare foot exploring his crotch searching for evidence. Her mouth opened slightly, her breathing becoming more obvious.

He reached under the table and placed her foot on his now full erection. Her toes massaged his knob through the cotton and silk, the length of her foot along the length of his manhood; her heel nuzzling his scrotum, he stroking her foot as she did so.

Her foot told of his impressive dimensions and condition. She swayed him side to side, feeling his hardness with her toes, pulling down his foreskin through his clothes.

This contradiction of a woman, a sweet bespectacled face with prominent breasts swelling underneath, was playing with his cock in public.

“Shall we do this properly” he suggested.

“What do you mean?”

“Lets go to a hotel”

She stopped the foot-play and slipped her shoe back on, while she considered what she already knew the answer to. She didn’t want to appear easy but she wasn’t going to display any false modesty, she wanted to make love with this man she’d just met, NO, she wanted to FUCK him. She’d had enough of being timid, she knew what she wanted since her last birthday. She was a woman who wanted to fully explore her sexuality and all the possibilities of her erotic nature, she felt like a flower in full bloom.

“Do you know of anywhere nice?”

“The town’s largest hotel has just reopened for the season, it’ll be quiet, they’ll have plenty of rooms available”.

“Let’s go then!” she announced, looking straight into his eyes, a smile of desire on her face.

Without ordering their coffees, they left and headed for the hotel, their arms linked; hand in hand.

They checked in and were guided to their rooms by a young chambermaid, who chatted about her weekend job to earn some money for clothes etc. She ushered them in and said the room wasn’t quite ready she’d need to fetch some towels. Off she went replacing her earphones blasting out the latest pop music from her Walkman.

While they waited for her to return they kissed passionately, deeply. Their tongues tasted each other, lips pressed tightly, hands caressing bodies through clothes. Precious minutes passed.

“She’s forgotten us, you know what kids are like. We’ll find our own towels later” she decided, “let’s get undressed.”

They got as far as their underwear, before kissing again. Her breasts pressed against his chest, only her low-cut bra between them, he in red boxers, she in french knickers, also silk.

“Turn around” he ordered, she obliged.

He unhooked her from her bra as she cupped her hands on her breasts, feigning modesty. The straps hung loose, he ran his hands up her back, down her shoulders to join her hands over her breasts. She let the garment drop, and removed her hands so his could take their place. He cupped her breasts and lifted them, as her bra had done, assessing their weight, feeling their texture. He kissed the back of her neck as he held her flesh in his strong hands.

She let out a moan.

He continued kissing and running his tongue around her nape while gently massaging the warm orbs with his hands, his thumb and forefinger tweaking her rosy nipples. Her moans became more frequent, louder. Her knees weakened, so she shifted her balance to lean back against the man exciting her body. She felt his silk clad erection pressing against her buttock’s cheek and gyrated herself against it while she moaned her pleasure. She was being aroused as never before.

His kisses travelled down her spine, every two inches or so, a new sensation surged her body. As he lowered, his hands let go the soft mounds to lightly grip her waist. Now on his knees, face buried in the silk of her loose knickers wiping them across her buttocks with the movement of his head. Lowering his fingers tucking them into the edge of the silk he slid them down. They flowed gracefully over her skin dropping to the floor.

Her buttocks were magnificent. Two muscular ovals jutting out, meeting at the centre, smooth skin tightly clinging to their form. He rained kisses on them as again she swayed with the passion bestowed on her, groaning her feelings for him to share, squeezing her nipples and fingered them to add to her pleasure.

She could wait no longer, wanting to know the tool that he would use to fuck her with expert experience, she moved away from him and beckoned him to stand. He did, she lowering to her knees where she was greeted by his organ straining against the red silk, its detail etched onto the material. Breathing deeply she reached to remove the obstruction. She gasped as the head came into view followed by the long thick shaft her foot had measured at the cafe.

His flesh coloured steel spring stood vertical in front of her face, bigger than any she’d known before. She placed her face along the shaft, feeling its heat through her cheek, smelling licking kissing tasting, the hardness became even more so, twitching as it struggled to grow bigger, the blood pumping in with nowhere left to fill. She clasped his buttocks, feeling the powerful muscles flex solid, thinking of them thrusting his engorged cock deep into her welcoming pussy, brought her to the verge of orgasm.

He reached down to her hair searching for the clip holding it in place.

“Let me” she offered, standing up.

Her fabulous straight hair cascaded down to her waist, she shook her head and a curtain of hair obscured the top half of her body.

“Like it?” she enquired.

“I love it” he replied “come here”.

He stood behind her and divided her hair at the centre, draping it over the front of her shoulders, reaching for her breasts he slowly wiped them with her hair. She dropped her head back onto his shoulder moaning softly at the silkiness of her mane arousing pleasure from her orbs.

His erection was pressed against the cleavage of her buttocks, pushing her away from him. He lowered himself and guided his shaft under her so it lay along the opening of her cunt, its head peeking out at the front of her thighs, his knob kissing her clitoris. The thought and feel of his hardness between her closed thighs caused her to writhe, panting and moaning. His ramrod so near, but not within her gave her an exquisite sensation unlike any she’d felt before, her cunt leaked oil onto the piston beneath.

“Stop torturing me!” she pleaded breathlessly, “I want – ugh – I want you to – oh – ugh…..FUCK ME!!”

With an arm around her waist he lifted her off the floor, his cock taking its share of her weight. He guided her knees onto the bed while he stood on the floor. Very slowly he moved his rod along the lips of her pouting entrance, coating it with her love-juice, her cunt parted wider; ready, prepared, impatient, trying to grasp its prey with its hungry mouth, dribbling in anticipation of the imminent feasting.

Gradually he altered the angle of his thrusts so the flared head was nuzzling the lips trying to devour it.

He quickly reached down with both hands and spread her thighs apart lowering her body, while simultaneously thrusting up, impaling her on the full length of his shaft almost lifting her off the bed. He clenched his cock’s muscle to stop himself coming while bouncing her on his piston. The impact of his manoeuvre gave her the orgasm she was so near to. Her cunt griped its guest with strong contractions while she wailed her condition to his delighted ears. Despite the tempting of her groans he managed not to come. Wanting to please her more before it was his turn.

As her orgasm subsided; still in the same position; he began a rhythmic thrust. He held her breasts as he pounded, her hair flowing over both of them. She met his thrusts as she bounced on the bed. The squelch of their dance made music with the grunts pants and moans that filled the room. His piston sliding with little friction inside her slippery pocket; extending the pleasure.

Both voices sang the erotic chant, accompanying the beat of their instruments.

Both of them heard the door click. Neither wanted to pause their animal lust.

The chambermaid, carrying three towels, used her key to enter, music filled her ears from her earphones, she entered the room and saw two naked bodies in front of her, one knelling on the bed the other standing behind. They were bobbing up and down, mouthing unheard sounds.

She dropped her jaw; a chewing-gum fell to the floor, she tugged at her earphones and a different kind of music filled her senses. The two people in front of her moaned in harmony to their bobbing, the squelching noise adding to their chorus. They both looked at her, assessing her response, the two performers didn’t miss a beat, they were unable to, possessed by their erotic spirits.

She dropped the towels, and backed up one step still looking at the display of passion before her. Shocked, scared and excited at the same time at the same thing, she left the room; in a state of confusion.

Out in the corridor she wanted to run away and to see more, her thoughts raced. As her fear subsided she became aware of the damp feeling at the front of her white cotton panties. The last time she was wet like this was when she’d enjoyed a long snog with her last boyfriend; she’d enjoyed that, so she decided she was going to enjoy this.

She used her key to enter the unoccupied room next door.

She could hear noises through the wall as she put her hand down her panties to feel her wetness. Now she wished she could see more of what they were doing, but that wasn’t possible. She tugged her panties down her legs and unbuttoned her uniform, exposing her breasts. Not small, but firm enough not to bother with a bra; their nipples erect. Putting one hand between her legs the other on her breasts, just like she saw the man grasp the lady, closing her eyes, trying to remember every detail, her ears strained to catch every sound. She thought of herself with long hair as she rubbed her pussy until her moans were added to the ones coming from the adjacent room.

“I hope she doesn’t report us!” she exclaimed, falling forward laughing, “that was exciting, being seen like that”.

He agreed with her.

“Lay down on the bed” he ordered; she did. He wanted to cool down a bit before giving her the fuck of her life.

She sprawled along the bed her hair fanning out.

“Open your legs, wide”

“Oh my god!” she said as she realised what he was going to do. She’d never had oral sex before. Only a few boring lovers and her own hands. She suddenly got very excited at the anticipation of his mouth doing wonderful things to her cunt.

He put a pillow under her hips to raise her to a better angle. This caused her to writhe at the thought of the impending pleasure, her cunt positioned for perfect effect. She oozed juice in expectation.

He kissed the inside of her thighs, butterfly kisses, everywhere except where she wanted them most. Her cunt gaped as she writhed her hips, sweet sticky goo trickled out but still he teased her. Then his tongue brushed the edges of her labia, tasting her sweetness, creating more. She writhed even more and clutched her breasts to gain more pleasure than she was getting from below, just the barest touch, her clitoris throbbed at its need for attention.

He launched his tongue at her clit, furiously licking the startled pink bud, he would not relent, not pause until she was screaming in pleasure.

She screamed out loud at the suddenness of his ploy. Then she began to stiffen as the effect of his tonguing expressed itself. She gripped a handful of blanket in each hand arching her back, falling back onto the bed and slowly arching her back again. Her moans turned to deep groaning as the intensity of his licks rasped her clitoris into a pleasure-storm. He was using slightly too much pressure but she endured it, loved it.

Her body bounced back onto the bed as she began to flail violently, shaking her head, hair flowing about wildly. She banged her fists on the bed and groaned deeply to take the savage pleasure of his tongue on her clitoris. Orgasm welled up in her, she could feel it coming from deep within, stronger than any she’d had before. Her hips bucked sharply trying to dislodge the cause of her torment but she wasn’t able, he’d gripped her buttocks clamping her onto his mouth. The orgasm rushed at her, a terrifying force, as it hit her a cascade of pleasure slammed into her causing her to scream to dampen the intensity of the pleasure, a torrent of moans followed the scream, her body jerking violently, uncontrollably, as the intense orgasm surged through her. He altered his licking to a softer lapping as her cunt spat its come at him. Then he inserted two fingers between her flaps to feel the last contractions of her long orgasm; smiling at the performance of her body in orgasmic rapture; pleased at his effectiveness.

She lay in a heap on the bed still writhing in aftershocks, still under the spell of her huge orgasm. Now he was ready. He positioned himself over her and plunged his permanent erection deep within her, to the hilt, and wriggled it, swaying her hips and stretching the insides of her cunt.

She parted her hair away from her face, Despite her weariness she welcomed him to her cunt by squeezing him with her muscles.

” You said you wanted to be fucked, are you ready for it?”

“Yes” she replied despite the overwhelming orgasm she’d just had she was glad to give one to her skillful lover.

He began his thrusts. Strong deep purposeful thrusts at an even pace. On he went, longer than she thought he’d need to ejaculate. She sensed a response within her, she didn’t think she’d be able to come again so soon. She was amazed at his ability to fuck her for so long without coming, without pausing; her hips matched his pace. Her hips rose to meet his tireless cock, soon she was moaning again.

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Lisa Marvell had always done everything that was expected of her, and every decision she made was calculated to help advance her career. She worked hard in college and got her degree in journalism. Although she grew up in the age of MySpace and later Facebook, she was always carefully not to post anything that could come back to haunt her in the future. She had had a couple of boyfriends, but nothing serious. Since college, she faithfully followed her career plan, starting at a small cable station in the upper Midwest and, methodically moving up the broadcasting ladder, and changing jobs every few years as she advanced gradually to larger and larger markets. Yet here she was at 32, in her third year of co-anchoring the local news at an upstate station and watching the ratings slowly decline against two aggressively marketed, more smartly produced competitors. It was time to take matters into her own hands.

She was an attractive 5′ 8″ natural blonde. Knowing that the camera always adds 10 pounds to you, she visited the gym at least five days a week to maintain her svelte 125 pound frame. She was proud of her 34B-25-34 figure but (recalling the advice of one of her female mentors in college not to oversell the merchandise) was careful to select on-air outfits that didn’t overly emphasize her curves. She had come to understand that most newscasters embody an odd mixture of shyness (hiding behind other people’s words) and show-off (after all, they had chosen careers that had them on camera and in the public eye every day).

Her attractive appearance and winning personality had helped give the station’s ratings a boost when she first arrived and was paired with long-time co-anchor Art Robinson. But over the months as they worked together, Lisa came to realize that Art was way past his prime. He had become a “local institution,” but as a reporter, he had lost all instincts for the heart of a story and frequently offered only inane banter during the ad lib comments that they were required to supply between stories. Increasingly Lisa felt she was doing all the real work, showing up hours before the broadcast and staying late to watch the tapes and look for ways to improve. She had had several conversations with the producer and the station manager, but both seemed powerless to do anything about Art. And both continually bemoaned the lack of support from the owners to add more staff and upgrade the set and studio equipment.

It was after one of these conversations in late January, during a particularly bad stretch of cold and snowy weather when everyone seemed to be suffering from a prolonged case of post-holiday blues, that Lisa first hit upon her idea. Why not do something a little different for the late night news? She and Art co-anchored both the 6:00 and 11:00 reports, and Lisa knew that viewership shifted to a somewhat older and more male-dominated demographics for the later show. She looked around the industry and saw that women 10 to 15 years older than herself were being replaced by broadcasters who suddenly seemed noticeably younger than Lisa. “I’m tired of always playing it safe and following the rules” she thought to herself. “It’s time to call some attention to the real talent around here. And if the station doesn’t like it, well maybe the audience will.”

The next morning was a Friday, and she was due at the studio a half hour earlier than usual to shoot some 30-second promos for the feature stories planned for next week. She pulled together her usual accessories — hair brush, comb, make-up kit — and reached out to grab the two outfits she had already picked out that for that night’s shows — the bright blue suit and skirt for the early broadcast and smartly tailored black pants and gray shapeless high-neck sweater for the 11:00 news. “No, no,” she thought to herself, “that will never do.” And with a mischievous grin, she took the sweater off the hanger and replaced it with a green pullover cotton top.

As usual, the day went quickly. The first broadcast was uneventful although Art seemed particularly flat and lifeless. But when she went out to grab a quick dinner with some of the crew, she found she could only eat half her salad. Her stomach was in knots, almost like the first time she ever went on camera — a strange mix of nervousness and exhilaration. Back at the studio, she tried to stick to the routine of reviewing script changes and news items that would be added for the late broadcast. But she found herself easily distracted and once or twice realized that someone was in the middle of a question to her and she had no idea what they were talking about.

By 10:45, she was sitting in her usual backstage chair as Kelly, her assistant, touched up her make-up and inspected her hair. “Is everything alright, Lisa?” she asked. “You seem quiet tonight. Are you okay?”

“Never better,” Lisa replied, and realized she was determined to prove that was true! “Kelly, be a doll and leave my bag near the little girl’s room. I may need to duck out during a break tonight.” The assistant nodded, never guessing görükle escort what Lisa’s real intentions were.

At 10:59, she slipped into the chair alongside Art, did a last minute check of her hair and looked up into the camera. She heard the floor manager start to countdown from 10, and whispered to herself, “Okay, world, time for the new Lisa.” With that the red light came on and the broadcast began.

The first 20 minutes flew by; perhaps it was a rush of adrenalin, but Lisa’s reading was flawless and lively, with an energy level that frequently was missing on the last broadcast of the week. But as the weather forecast concluded and they cut to a commercial, she could feel the tension forming a knot in the pit of her stomach. Coming back from the break, Lisa delivered the brief introduction for the next segment. “And now, with the late night sports, here’s our own Tim Willis.” She knew she had at least four minutes before she’d be on camera again, so she leaned over and whispered to Art, “Sorry but I have to make a quick trip to the ladies room. I’ll be right back.”

Unclipping her mike and silently slipping out of her chair, she was in the bathroom within 30 seconds. There was no time to think or second guess her actions as she deftly reached under her top and unsnapped her bra. Without completely removing her pullover, she managed to slip the straps down her arms and pull her bra off. Looking around, she noticed her bag in the corner where Kelly had left it and she hurriedly shoved her undergarment in it. Pulling her top back down and smoothing it out, she checked herself out in the mirror.

A quick look of frustration passed across her face; she couldn’t notice any change in her appearance. “Hmm, this will never do,” she thought, and quickly reached back under her top to pinch her nipples. Feeling her sensitive nubs respond to the twisting and teasing, she once again adjusted her top and hurried back to the anchor desk just as Tim wrapped up a story about a high school basketball player.

“Back to you, Art and Lisa,” she heard the sportscaster say, as the camera came back on the co-anchors.

“A very interesting young man, wouldn’t you say, Lisa,” Art responded.

The camera cut to Lisa, and she looked up directly into it wondering how many thousands were now watching her. “Yes, indeed, Art. It sounds like he has some great things in front of him,” Lisa said, with a sly smile lighting up her face. “And I’m sure we’ll be seeing a lot more in the future.”

As the camera panned back, Lisa glanced at the monitor and had to exercise all of her self-control to avoid gasping aloud. What hadn’t been apparent in the dimmer lights of the ladies room was now plainly revealed under the bright lights of the studio. Her erect nipples were clearly straining against the form-fitting green top, poking out and slightly upward as if to confirm the perky, firm shape of her breasts.

Knowing that the camera angle had probably now widened to show both her and Art, she turned to face him while slightly arching her back, presenting a side view to the home audience. “So, Art, a great note to end the week on. Tim’s forecast tells us that more cold and snow is on the way, but we can’t let that keep us sitting at home all covered up.” She tend proceeded to rattle off an obligatory list of weekend events around town ending with a reminder for viewers to join them again next week at 6:00 and 11:00 for the evening news.

The credits began to roll, and following the normal routine, she and Art stood there engaging in small talk. However, as soon as the camera switched off and the lights were cut, Lisa hurriedly excused herself and rushed back to the ladies room. Once there with the door safely locked, she retrieved her bra and put it back on. She then returned to the studio, where already the crew was starting to pack up and head home for the weekend. She quickly said goodnight, checked in with Kelly to wish her a good weekend, and headed out the door.

Returning home, she flipped on the TV and checked her DVR. As usual, she had programmed the machine to record both the 6:00 and 11:00 shows, but tonight she fast-forwarded immediately to those last few minutes of the late broadcast. If anything, her nipples seemed even more prominent on the HD screen in front of her than they had in the studio monitor. The clearly erect nubs almost seemed to be poking through the green fabric, their contour and shape easy to discern. “Well,” thought Lisa, “as she snapped off the TV and poured herself a glass of wine, “mission accomplished.”

*****

When she arrived at the studio on Monday, it didn’t take long for Bill Reinhart, her producer, to track her down and invite her into his office for a chat. “Well, Lisa,” he began, “it seems you had a bit of wardrobe malfunction the other night. There were a number of voice messages and emails that the station manager picked up this morning, and he’s already been on the phone to me about them.”

“Oh really,” replied Lisa, trying her best to sound genuinely bursa sınırsız escort bayan curious and totally innocent. “At 6:00 or 11:00?” she asked.

“I think you know which one,” Bill replied, raising his eyebrows. “The 11:00 broadcast. And just at the end. It seems that somehow after the sportscast things suddenly got chilly in the studio. In fact, I’ve reviewed the tape, and in those last couple of minutes, our viewers could clearly see you weren’t wearing a bra.”

“Bill, I don’t see how that could of happened,” she replied with a certain amount of indignation. “And besides, you know I’d never acknowledge that I violated our dress code.”

“Well I know you’d never acknowledge it; you’re too much of a professional. So let’s talk hypothetically. You understand this business. Why would a very good newscaster suddenly decide to appear braless during part of the broadcast?”

Lisa slowly replied, “Since we’re talking hypothetically, then I’d say that maybe she was concerned about the slipping ratings and the fact that the station seems unwilling to make any changes that might help turn things around. I could imagine someone deciding that under those circumstances that something had to be done to draw some attention to the situation.”

“But of course,” she continued, “I would never think of doing anything without the producer’s approval,” looking up at Bill. “Especially if he understands what I’m willing to do.”

“I think I do understand now,” replied Bill. “Just give me a few days to think this through.”

“Of course, Bill. Oh, just one other thing,” Lisa said as she got up and started to leave the office. “It occurs to me that this imaginary person would be particularly clever to do this on the Friday night broadcast. Usually that’s the largest 11:00 audience each week. And 6:00 would be out of the question — families and kids watching and all that.”

With that, she stepped out of Bill’s office and shut the door, a smile spreading across her face.

***

Wednesday the first video clip appeared online. It was a 45-second excerpt with the unimaginative title of Broadcaster’s Nip Slip. The quality was pretty poor, and it cut off before the banner with the station ID appeared across the bottom. By the time Bill emailed her the link at the end of the day, it had registered several dozen views. “What do you think?” was all he included in the message.

Lisa immediately texted him back. “Too bad they didn’t have the whole segment in higher quality; can’t even tell the station or the girl. How will anyone know where to watch in the future?”

Shortly after midnight as she arrived home, another message popped up on her smartphone with a new link. A new video had been posted just a few minutes earlier, in HD and with the clever title “Lisa’s Marvels.” It was the entire final four minutes of the broadcast, with station credits. As she watched the streaming video, Lisa couldn’t help but admire the sexy look. “Well,” she thought, “let’s see if people start to notice.”

By Friday, it did indeed appear that people had noticed. Bill pulled her into his office as soon as she arrived. He launched right into the conversation, “We’ve got a problem.”

“Oh,” Lisa seemed genuinely startled by his tone. “Am I in trouble?”

“Well, you are if we can’t come up with some stunt for the 11:00 news. The station manager has gotten dozens of emails and he’s seen the video and he wants to know what we’re going to do to keep the viewers tuned in.”

“So I’m not in trouble,” Lisa grinned. “Well that’s good news. However,” she continued after a brief pause, “there’s not much time to plan this. But for tonight, I think probably one or two buttons should do the trick.”

“Buttons,” Bill looked perplexed. “What do you mean?”

“Buttons,” she replied, slyly flicking a fingernail against one of the buttons on her top. “One or two buttons that might just happen to come undone during the broadcast. But if we’re really going to make this work, you’re going to have to go back to management and get some changes made.”

“What sort of changes?” he asked.

“Hey, who’s the producer here?” she asked, shaking her head. “For starters, we’ve got to change the set; get me out from behind that desk so I can stand and move around. And let’s think of some ways to get me out of the studio and doing some segments on location. That should open up all sorts of possibilities.”

“Right,” he smiled, as his eyes widened. “I’ll meet with the editor and the writers and get them started on that.”

“Meanwhile, I’ll get to work on some wardrobe ideas. Oh,” she added, “and I’m sure I’ll be doing some shopping soon, so be prepared to approve a few extra expenses.”

Astute viewers who tuned into both broadcasts that night could immediately notice a change in Lisa’s appearance when the 11:00 news started. Her normal conservative outfit had been replaced by a tight form-fitting skirt and white top that accentuated her figure and exuded an air bursa otele gelen escort bayan of sexuality. And since it seemed that its wearer was braless, the overall effect was definitely one of something that might be worn to a party and not a news studio. But in complete contrast to her sexy top, Lisa began the broadcast in her usual professional style, seemingly totally unaware of how her viewers — both at home and in the studio — might be reacting.

However, as the broadcast progressed, she deliberately changed her style of delivery, talking in a somewhat lower voice and making more eye contact with her co-anchor. After the first break, she had undone the top button, and after the next break, she had unloosened her hair and let it fall to her shoulders. In introducing the weather, she referred to Natalie Johnson as “the metropolitan area’s most beautiful weather girl” and said, “Let’s see if she’s going to tell us to stay indoors and snuggle up all weekend.” And after Natalie’s segment, the camera returned to Lisa to reveal that a second button was now open, allowing the audience to see the tiniest bit of cleavage on display.

By this time, Bill was on the floor behind standing with the stage manager, and at the next commercial break, he huddled with both Tim and the cameraman. From a distance, Lisa looked on, and when Bill glanced up at her, she just nodded.

Returning from break and with the camera once again on her, Lisa made no attempt to hide her next move. As you introduced Tim and the evening’s sports update, she delicately extended her finger to the third button and toyed with it while she spoke. “And Tim,” she said, as the camera moved to him, “if you have some good news about our team, then I just might have a little surprise for you.”

“Lisa, I do have some great news.” The local college basketball team had won another game, giving them an excellent chance at making it to next month’s tournament. “March madness fever is definitely starting to grip the city,” Tim concluded several minutes later. “And it looks like you might be starting to feel it, Lisa. Back to you!”

The camera cut back to Lisa and slowly drew closer. Her third and fourth buttons were now undone, revealing the inside curves of her breasts. Her pointed nipples and the emerging view of her orbs confirmed the fact that once again she had forgotten to wear a bra for the late night news. “Well, I don’t know if it’s basketball or you, Tim.” With a broad smile, she continued, “there just seems to be something special about these Friday night broadcasts,” she concluded, turning to face the other camera.

“So with that thought,” she said, reaching to the next button and unsnapping it, “I’ll wish all our viewers a pleasant weekend.” With just the slightest shrug of her shoulders, she then undid the final button. Her top was now parted, the inner swells of both breasts fully visible, with a clear view of her belly button just above the top of her skirt. The camera slowly pulled back as the credits rolled, and Tim and Natalie walked over to stand beside the still seated Lisa. Natalie leaned over and whispered, “Naughty girl,” and smiled broadly as the broadcast ended.

There was quite a buzz on the floor after the broadcast, but Lisa managed to slip into her dressing room while people huddled in groups of two or three to talk. Art stalked off with the set, and a few minutes later he and Bill were heard in a heated discussion before the door to Art’s dressing room slammed shut. The word quickly got around that this had been done with the full blessing of Bill, and Tim chimed in that he really respected what Lisa was doing to help the broadcast. “Let’s all see what we can do to kick it up a notch,” he added. “I think we’re all tired of being number three in the ratings.”

A lot of heads nodded in agreement, and when Lisa emerged to head out to the parking lot, a round of applause went up from the group. For the first time that evening, she blushed. Then, quickly regaining her composure, she smiled and said, “Thanks guys. Just stay tuned for more.” And with that, she left the building.

***

The next week seemed like a whirlwind to Lisa. She had a message from Bill to arrive early on Monday and spent two hours in discussion with the program director and station manager. After that, Bill pulled together the entire floor crew, editors, the wardrobe assistants, and news writers as well as Tim and Natalie. Sitting around a conference table with Lisa at his side, he laid out the plans just approved by management.

“Okay,” Bill began, “we have agreement that we want to continue what Lisa has started. All broadcasts will remain the same except the final 11:00 show on Fridays. We’ll promote it as the Late Night Special Edition, and we’ll come up with something to showcase Lisa each week.”

“Now, in terms of the news team, we’re taking Art off the Friday broadcasts and moving him to Saturdays, so it will be just Lisa, Tim, and Natalie. The three of you are closer in age to one another, and it will feel more like a group of friends. And having two women and only one guy works better, too — it will assure the audience that everything is safe. We want it to be fun and playful. We’ll have you move around and interact with each other more. And we’re going to change Lisa’s wardrobe for the late night Friday news, you know, spice it up a bit.”

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“Just don’t make me eat any more ‘dip,'” Wanda stuck out her tongue, slipping her red hair back behind her ears as we walked aimlessly through the theme park. It was getting darker now, so her bra-less D cups weren’t really visible at all any more through her fairly thin dress.

“Maybe I’ll just make her open some buttons now, and keep it that way.” I looked at Jess for approval, my eyes again darting to the bottom of her dress. Much thicker than Wanda’s, Jess’s dress was still fairly damp and clung tightly to her tan little body.

I’d seen her naked plenty of times before, but for some reason this dare game we were playing made it so much more… intriguing. I just wondered if she was thinking the same about my short mini-hoodie and matching mini-skirt. I mean, for being Asian, I filled out the top fairly well with my C cups. I didn’t look half-bad at all.

“Maybe all but one,” Jess smiled, “Starting from the bottom?” For being the youngest of us, her freshly 18 year old mind was rather mischievous.

“Um… maybe just the top three,” I replied. I looked over at Wanda’s dress. The third button down was well below her tits, but they could still be fairly safe. As long as she was careful.

“Whoa, hey now, I can handle a little water, my dress isn’t that transparent, but that’s a bit much,” She shook her head at this, “My tits would totally fall out!”

“I think it’s pretty tame compared to me showing literally everything to the maze guy.” Jess pointed back where we’d just come.

“Ya, it’s not too much, I think that’s what you should do,” I nodded. “Alright, undo’em. The top three.”

“I don’t think…” Wanda started.

“It could be the bottom three,” Jess suggested. “Or five.”

“No, I pick the top. And three.” I shook my head. “It’s all precarious-like.” We looked at Wanda and waited.

“Um, no, I’m not doing it.” She looked defiantly at me, then at Jess. Jess held out her hand.

“Give’em here then.” Jess smiled. Wanda looked around, but the park was fairly empty and the only people nearby were walking away from us. She quickly lifted her dress up and slid her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and handed’em to Jess, fixing her dress back down quickly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Jess packed the panties into her already over-flowing purse. “I hope I can fit more clothes in here,” she said, squeezing it closed.

“It’s not like we have much more to give up,” Wanda said, trying to see if her pussy hair was visible through her dress. It was. She had a cute little landing strip of fiery red pretty clearly visible through the fabric.

“Oh, I’m sure someone’ll be taking off something else…” Jess smiled at me, as it was now Wanda’s turn to pick my thing to do.

“Well, now that I’m undies-free, I won’t feel bad at all for my idea. Let’s go back to ‘Dave,'” Wanda replied, turning back toward the part of the park with the snack bar where we’d started the game. “I’m gonna use both my dares.”

We walked back to Dave, passing a few clock-watching attendants on the way, and only one or two remaining guests. I noticed that Wanda got a few more looks than Jess or I, all at her fairly visible bright strip of fur. It was surprising how well it stood out when even her nipples barely showed, but I guess the bottom of her dress stayed wet longer from the log ride. Gravity and such.

“Well, what’s your plan?” Jess asked as we came up to the snack bar. Dave noticeably brightened up at our arrival and Jess smiled at him, waving her fingers.

“Make out with each other,” Wanda said, crossing her arms.

“Make out?” I looked at Jess and bit my lip again. My thoughts rushed to Jess’s sexy little bald beaver peaking out back at the maze.

“Make out? That’s all you got? That’s pretty weak.” Jess raised an eyebrow at her, putting her hands on her hips.

“Um, no, it’s good,” I smiled, looking over at Jess.

“Good?” She gave me an appraising look, “Maybe… maybe we can make it good,” She glanced over at Dave and smiled, then looked back at me. I looked over and saw that we most definitely had his full attention already.

“Well?” Wanda tapped a foot, “Are you gonna get to it or are you gonna try to fit a hoodie and a dress in that purse?”

I smiled, enjoying the mental image of Jess stripping out of her dress right here, in the park, and stepped up to her. She put her hand on my waist and pulled me close. First just a gentle peck, then a bit more. I slid my arms around her back, grabbing her dress, and she slid her tongue into my mouth. It felt so good.

I let my hand drift down to her ass, and gave it a light squeeze. surprising us both. I felt her smile with our lips pressed together, and her hand came up my side. She lifted my arm over her shoulder, and then slid the bottom of my mini-hoodie from just below my breasts to just above, softly squeezing my newly exposed flesh with her fingers. It felt so, so good.

My mind was racing with thoughts of Jess and her smooth-shaven https://bursali.org little pussy, out here, in the theme park. Still locked in our passionate kiss, I pulled her dress up in back and squeezed her taut, smooth, bare butt. She giggled at this and gently bit my lower lip with a smile. I shivered. It felt great.

She pulled back a little, and we kissed lightly again. She smiled at me and licked my lips, her hand still on my tit, my hand still on her ass.

“Um…” Wanda started, “Alright then…” I turned my eyes from Jess and glanced at Wanda. She was stunned and I started giggling.

I looked over at our other audience member. He smiled broadly, his eyes darting from my tits to Jess’s bare ass. He wasn’t what I cared about right now. I looked back to Jess, running my fingers across her smooth butt cheek with a smile.

“Well, that was fun!” Jess stepped away from me, leaving my tits on display as she pointed her bare behind at Dave. She toyingly searched for the back hem of her dress by running her fingers up and down her butt cheek a few times before finally covering back up.

“Ya, this game is pretty awesome.” I grinned at Jess, suddenly aware of my heart racing as I slid my titties back into my top and caught my breath.

“So, Wanda, let’s have those buttons open.” Jess looked up, hands on her hips again.

“Wait, what?” She shook off her stunned surprise at our little show and glared over at Jess. “You can’t make me do something I’ve already refused. I’ve, like, bought immunity.”

“Um, no. You either do the dare, or strip. That’s the game. There’s no immunity.” Jess looked at me, “Right?”

“Right,” I sighed softly, my heart still fast, then thought for a second. “Wanda makes sense, though.” I said, “I mean, you could just say the same outrageous things over and over and force her to strip completely.” It did make sense. “That wouldn’t be fair.” My heart was starting to pound less now.

“See?” Wanda stepped over next to me, “Not fair at all.”

“Well, I guess I’ll make it fair then…” Jess looked at me, “I want you to undo your hoodie again as well. To stay.” She smiled.

“Whoa, hey now!” I stepped back, “I can’t keep this unzipped, it’ll totally fall apart, it’s too small for that.” I gestured over to Dave, “Showing them to you and your little boy-toy there is one thing, but I can hardly walk around with my tits out.”

“Fair’s fair, though.” Jess smiled and looked at Wanda, “Would that be a fair deal?”

To my horror, Wanda actually considered this idea, “Um, I guess that’s fair, since you’re doing it to both of us.” She nodded. “Besides, if you don’t think it’s fair, Cindy, you can just take your hoodie off.” Apparently overcoming her dislike of Jess’s idea, she was grinning at me, evily.

I gave her a dirty look as she undid her top button. Just that one button extended her cleavage most of the way down her tits, and when she undid the second it looked like enough to let them spill out right there. She undid the third and they were almost actively trying to escape, but she tugged at her dress and trapped them in for the time being.

“Your turn,” Jess said, looking to me. I screwed up my lips and slid my hoodie’s zipper down halfway. The mini-hoodie only covered to just under my tits. So, much further and it would come totally open anyway. If it was gonna stay like this — I figured she wouldn’t want me to open it as much as earlier.

“That’s not far enough!” Wanda cried, pointing at her own tits, “Look how far I had to go, make her do more, Jess!”

“You’re right, not far enough at all. It hasta be fair!” Jess reached out and pulled at the zipper. I defensively grabbed at her hand and jumped back, saving my tits from her with a snapping sound, but not by very much. She did manage to unzip the hoodie almost to the bottom, leaving less than half an inch together now.

Then I noticed Jess was grinning like mad and I realized why there had been a snapping sound. The cheap zipper had broken when I jumped back and now my hoodie was stuck like this. The zipper teeth still together were held out from touching my skin by the tension from my tits. The top was split wide, showing even more of my breasts than Wanda was of hers, and I feared for the stability of my poor broken zipper under that stress. There were only five or six zipper teeth holding my tits in, and they didn’t look too strong.

“There we go.” Jess held up the broken off zipper piece — “Won’t be needing this…” She plopped it into her purse.

“Very nice,” Wanda said happily. “That’s fair.” She seemed to relish my exposure.

I realized Dave had been watching this entire exchange and I looked over at him. He smiled, noticeably staring at my cleavage. I twisted my lips to one side and got an idea. He’d seen my tits fairly plainly. It’d be fun for him to see more. Anyway, he wasn’t what really I cared about right now. Or, at least, not so much who.

I turned my back to him an set my bursa escort kız legs apart, bending over forward. I was never a cheerleader like Jess had been, so I couldn’t bend over far enough to pull my skirt all the way up my ass, but I could feel it had gone far enough for my purpose. I slid my hand between my legs and pushed a finger into my exposed pussy. I was very wet already from what we’d been doing, and it slid in easily. I bit my lip with the sensation, my heart starting to pound.

I slid my finger in and out slowly, spreading my juices around. I bit down hard as my kiss with Jess flashed into my mind and I let out a quiet murmur. Holding back the feeling in my chest, I pulled my finger out, practically dripping. Standing up, my skirt slid back down my ass and I offered the soaking finger to Jess. She raised an eyebrow and I said, “Or would you rather take off your dress?”

She looked over at Dave, who was awestruck, and she grew a big grin. She leaned forward, still looking over at Dave, and curved her tongue out, licking my finger. Then she slid the whole thing into her mouth and I felt her tongue swish around it. She was clearly more experienced at these kinds of things than me. I wondered just how much experience she had and suddenly felt that feeling in my chest again.

“Mmm…” She said as she stood back up, “You’re delicious!” She looked to Wanda, “I wonder what she has in store for you?”

“I just did that because you made me eat his cum earlier, it only seemed fair,” I nodded toward Dave.

“Hey, I ate some too,” She giggled, “So what did you have in mind for Wanda?”

“Ya, I mean, I don’t want to eat you out or anything, but I’d like to keep my dress on,” She said, a little nonplussed at my show.

“Just do a bit of bouncing for Dave,” I nodded toward our captive audience, “Just lean over to ask him how long until the park closes or something and kind of stand up too fast.”

“That’s, ah, pretty weak, you know, compared to the show you just gave him,” Jess licked the last of my juices off her lips. Another incredible image frozen in my mind.

“Sure, but I think it’s pretty good,” I said, turning back to Wanda, “You haven’t shown anyone your bare titties yet.”

“He would be the first at the park to see’em bare,” Jess nodded, agreeing and looking to Wanda. “Well? Do we get your dress or what?”

“Um, alright, I’ll see what I can do. It’s still less than you guys have shown him, I guess.” She headed over to the snack bar.

Jess and I sat down at the table facing Dave. I sat with my legs together at first, but Jess was bouncing hers open and shut like earlier. She knocked me rather meaningfully with her knees a few times and I started swinging mine apart too. It was actually really fun to have him desperately trying to look up my skirt. Who knew? Jess, I guess.

Wanda was bent over talking to Dave for a while. I imagined trying to look up her dress from here, but her hem didn’t ride up far enough at this angle. He said something to her and she practically jumped up. His eyes went wide again. You’d think he’d’ve gotten used to it by this time.

She looked down and was clearly surprised at how successful the attempt had been, then quickly stuffed her tits back in. She turned around and came over to us, already repacked.

“Yer guys’ turn. Let’s go back to the fun house!” she said bluntly and started off. Jess spread her legs to stand up and bent way over, giving Dave incredible views up and down her dress.

I decided to do the same, but as I leaned over I heard a snap from my hoodie. I guess the action strained the zipper a little more and it popped open another tooth. I reflexively grabbed at it, but it was okay, it hadn’t popped totally open. I looked up to see Dave smiling at my chest and realized that by grabbing the bottom of my breasts so quickly I had shoved them almost entirely out of my strained top. My dark nipples were peeking out of the wide opening. My heart was a little more fearful in its racing this time.

I stood up and tried to carefully tuck them back in, not wanting to push too hard against the zipper. I was slipping the first nipple back in when another tooth popped open and I stopped, feeling panic in my shoulders. It was too much of a risk, I had to leave my nipples out. I looked up at Dave, then back at Jess and Wanda, who were already a bit away.

“They don’t show too much, do they?” I asked him, my completely unbiased observer.

“No, very subtle.” He nodded, not very reassuringly.

“Thanks!” I paused for a second as a much more pleasant emotion washed over me, noticing that he’d been staring at my tits throughout our short but casual exchange. Biting my lip once more, I turned and hurried after the others. I didn’t want to hurry too fast, for fear of further endangering my zipper, but I managed to catch up before the fun house.

Jess looked over at me. “Oh my, you know, you’re not really covered by that top at bursa anal yapan escort all anymore,” She licked a finger and softly slid it over my exposed nipple.

I shivered slightly with her touch, another wave pouring over me, “I know, but I can’t tuck’em back in without bursting the zipper.” I started to put my arms across my chest in modesty, but decided that the risk of discouraging further gentle touches from Jess wasn’t worth the saved embarrasment. The park was pretty empty now, anyway, so no one had even seen them yet besides Dave.

“Ooh, tough break,” Wanda said, her eyes flitting over my mostly exposed chest. “Alright, before we get to the fun house, here’s my thing for you two: I want you to swap outfits inside it.”

“Like, get naked and trade clothes?” I asked, looking at Jess’s dress, which might be a bit tight on top for me, but would certainly be a beneficial move.

“Can you get that hoodie off without it breaking?” Jess asked. I hadn’t even thought of that.

“That’s the dare. Do it or strip,” Wanda said as we rounded a corner.

“I guess we can do that,” I said. “Jess can just hold the hoodie closed; it shouldn’t be as tight on her, no offense.” I motioned at Jess’s smaller chest.

“Why would I be offended by your awesome tits?” She smiled, softly brushing her fingers across them. Not covering up: good choice. “Alright, I can do that. That seems like a pretty neat idea, actually.” She seemed impressed with Wanda now. “We agree.”

“It is a neat idea,” I said, nodding, “Ya, we agree.” We rounded a last corner and got to the fun house. The operator was on his cell phone and nodded and hung up when he saw us. We walked toward him.

“Sorry, this ride might be closing early.” He held up his hand.

“Oh no!” Wanda faked shock. “I guess you guys can’t do it.” She shook her head in mock dissappointment. “Wait … might be?” She looked over at the guy.

“Um, the park doesn’t close for another half an hour,” Jess said to him, “What the crap?”

“Sorry, this ride might be closing early.” He looked at Wanda and coughed meaningfully, eyeing her tits.

“Oh well,” Wanda exaggerated a shrug, “Whatever can we do? We’ll hafta go.” We turned and started off.

“Well, I mean, one more run won’t hurt.” He called to us. She awkwardly stumbled forward when he said that, and jerked upright a bit too quickly, freeing her tits of their tenuous cover.

“Really?” She spun around to face him, significantly jostling her large, exposed breasts, and he smiled. “Oh my gosh! My tits have popped right out!” She stuffed them back in unceremoniously.

“Well, no, I s’pose I could get in trouble for that, nevermind girls,” He smiled at Wanda, “Sorry!”

She turned around and shrugged as we headed off. “It’s too bad you’d already agreed,” Wanda said, shaking her head after we’d gotten a ways away. “Now you’ll hafta strip,” She nodded sadly.

“Wait, what?” I stopped, that feeling seeping into my shoulders again. I mentally pictured the walk back to the car. Jess started laughing as they stopped with me.

“Haha, you’ve got us!” Jess laughed some more. “That was pretty good, you get Dave to do that?” She pointed back toward the maze.

“Let’s just say, he was willing to offer something in return for seeing some super boobs.” Wanda smiled as she said this, grasping her ‘super’ boobs.

“Oh my god, Wanda, you’re terrible,” I said, looking down at my tits, which were pretty well already falling out of my top already, “Well, I guess it isn’t too much to ask of me at this point, really,” I sighed, resigning to my fate.

“Here, I’ll let you guys do it after we leave. No sense getting in trouble for being totally naked in the park. Flashing is one thing, streaking is another,” Wanda said, being uncharacteristically reasonable.

We headed out to the car and Wanda got in first, locking us out. “Alright, we’ve left the park. Strip!” she ordered. Jess laughed again.

“I guess this is safe enough,” she said, sliding the top of her dress over her tits, and shimmying it down her tight little body, bending over with her ass in the air to step out of it and pick it up. I’d seen her naked before, but suddenly it felt so different. I just wanted to kiss her again. The only thing she had was that dress, and she just slid right out of it and wanted to give it away, right here in the parking lot. She passed her dress through the window to Wanda, who let her in the car. She just sat down, brazenly naked in the passenger seat.

“Let’s go, Cindy.” Wanda said, nodding to me. Suddenly thoughts of Jess faded and the heart-pounding was switching to panic.

“C’mon, what’s the difference, can’t I take it off in there?” I begged.

“Exactly. What’s the difference, you’re showing your tits already anyway. Just take off your top,” Wanda suggested. “You’ve shown everything to everyone. This is the same.”

“Oh, this is so not the same.” I looked around. The parking lot was pretty empty. As much as this helped, it also meant that there were fewer cars nearby to give me cover. “I guess no one’s around…” I tried to pull the top off over my tits, but I could feel the zipper giving way. I panicked and stopped before another tooth came open. There were only three or four holding it together now.

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The women went home and broached the concept of the party with their husbands. They all reported at our next weekly meeting that their husbands were on board. I had not expected they wouldn’t be. I knew this gang of men. Not one of them would pass up the chance to try some strange pussy.

On the night of the party, all did not go according to plan because of something none of us had thought of. When it came time to select keys, we learned that several of the men had the same make of cars and almost identical keys. The men simply took their keys off their key rings and tossed them in the bowl without marking them in any way.

That took awhile to straighten out since three men had Honda Accords and there was no way of determining which key belonged to each man. Fortunately, no one lived more than a mile from Cora’s. Only one of them had actually driven there. All three men took the keys and tried them out. Then the guy with the right key drove the other two to their homes to find their cars. They then put the keys back on the key rings and when they returned they put their keys with the key rings in the bowl. This scene was repeated with two men who owned Toyota Camrys; in this case they lived close by and walked together to sort out the keys.

Finally, we were all set. All keys were on key rings. Alphabetically by first name the women took turns picking up keys.

Amy was first up and I was flabbergasted when she drew Tom’s key. It struck me that the odds of her selecting Tom’s key ring were pretty low, but coincidences do happen. She looked chagrined. They have similar personalities, being naiive and outgoing.) I could not tell by the look on Amy’s face if she would go through with this. Tom looked pleased. I imagine he was wondering what it would be like to pork this little dolly with his huge cock.

And so it went. I drew Brenda’s husband, Pete. He is a nice guy whom I had spotted eyeing my body before. He has a lewd sense of humour, almost as outrageous as mine. I’d give him a whirl if he was game. He might give me a good bounce. We would have to use one of Cora’s rooms, because Pete’s mother-law lived with them.

I took note that the third couple possibly lined up for a bedroom was Sylvia and Ben. She still has grown children at home.

Everyone was paired now, and they would have to mingle soon. Before everyone spread out, Cora called for quiet:

“Listen everyone. I know you women have passed on the ground rules to the guys, but just so there are no misunderstandings I am going to repeat them:

A. No man or woman is obligated to remain with their “date” the whole evening.

B. Use the time to get to know each other and decide what you want to do.

My alter ego in the group, Pete, interrupted her, “You mean in the Biblical sense?”

Lots of laughs at that one. Pete is almost as bad as I am at making lousy jokes.

Ignoring Pete, Cora continued:

C. There will be a midnight curfew. Everyone will return at midnight for one final toast to our anniversary couple Amy and Harry.

D. For those who cannot go home to “relax” before midnight my three guest rooms are available. More laughter.

E. Our den is also available with a good stock of videos for those who would prefer to stay here. (Everyone got the hint that this meant those who did not want to fuck.)

“Any questions?” There was nothing else left to say so we all hooked up with our dates.

I was used to Pete’s line of palaver. We traded barbs all the time.

“Mary Beth. You got lucky. Think you can handle me?”

” What makes you think I am ready to drop my drawers for you? What do you have to offer?”

“Hey, Cora,” I yelled so everyone could hear me. “Got a ruler? I want to take some measurements.”

“You can measure me after you take off your blouse to prove you are not wearing falsies,” Pete shot back.

We went back and forth like that until we both ran out of wisecracks. We then talked about who was likely bursa escort to sleep together.

“Mary Beth, if you want to have some fun later on, let me know soon so I can check with Brenda on what she will be doing.”

“Go ahead and check with her hotshot. I’m willing to give you a chance to be with a real woman.” (He knew I was kidding; Brenda and I are buddies and from what she has told me they probably have a damn good sex life.)

Pete went to find Brenda and I looked for Tony to see how he was making out. He was paired with Karen. I found them talking to two other couples.

Cutting him out of the pack, I asked him for a reading on his situation. “This is not going to work for me, Mary Beth. You know Karen. She is only here because her husband Ben wants some action. I like her personally but I am not attracted to her. I do not want to screw her just because she feels she owes it to Ben. The other two couples don’t feel matched well either. In fact we are having a lot of fun just chatting. We’re all going out to a bar and will return by midnight.”

That left seven couples. I was eager to find out if the two other couples who would have to use a room at cora’s, Amy and Tom, and Sylvia and Ben, would be having sex. It would be exciting to hear them, since all of Cora’s bedrooms were lined up on one side of their upstair’s corridor.

Amy and Tom were a physical mismatch. She is short, of course, but has nice tits and long, chestnut brown hair. Probably weighs in at under 125 pounds. She is pushing 60, but does not look it. He is really a big guy, over 6′ 2″ and broad-framed. Must be well over 250 pounds. He is in his late 50’s and has a full shock of dark hair, which I would bet my husband’s future pension he dyes.

Now Sylvia and Ben were made for each other. Both are in their mid-50’s. Sylvia is a tall woman about 5’9″, a tad shorter than Ben. In her quiet way, she exudes sexual appeal: long, wavy blonde hair, narrow waist and wide hips from bearing several children. Looks like she wears about a 37C bra. She is no prude and takes an interest in women’s sexual problems and issues. Ben is an assertive man. Karen is totally submissive to him. I suspected he manhandled his wife and would be aggressive in bed. He is good-looking and appeals to certain women who like dominant men.

About 8PM, Tony and his group left and the main event was looming. Several of the couples were dancing and getting chummy. Among them was Pete’s wife Brenda who was hitting it off with Sally’s husband Ernie, so as he told me, “He was in like Flynn.”

It was getting hard to keep track of everyone and where they would end up so I just concentrated on those who might be sharing bedrooms near me and Pete.

Eventually, I learned that Tom had done a good job of overcoming Amy’s fears. She was staying. “Hot damn!” I said to myself.

Pete asked me to dance. As he led me to the dance fllor, I asked,” What’s the matter? Do you want to touch the merchandise before using it?”

“Caveat Empto, Mary Beth, Caveat Emptor,” was his quick reply.

Wile we wre dancing, he felt my ass and I thrust my big tits against him. We Frenched off and on, getting used to each other’s bodies and I could feel him getting hard.

Tom and Andy would be using the master suite, so I wanted to stake out our claim on the bedroom next to theirs.

“Listen, Pete, let’s hustle up stairs and get the room next to the master suite. I’ll let you know why as soon as we are in the room.” Pete was hot to trot so he was keen follow my lead.

We were the first couple to openly show we were going to have sex, so as we walked up the stairs, the other couples jeered. Some of them made raunchy remarks.

In response, I lift my skirt and mooned everyone showing my black lace panties. Pete grinned and gave the “V” sign.

In the room, Pete asked, “What are you plotting now, Mary Beth. I know you have something devious on your mind.”

” I am curious bursa üniversiteli escort as hell about Tom and Amy. I would like to listen to them. It might be a big turn on. Are you game?”

“You really are evil,” Mary Beth, Pete chuckled. “How should we do it?”

“I tell you what. This could be a great way of having sex together. Let’s get butt naked . We’ll stand together with our ears pressed against the wall and listen. You can finger me and play with my tits and I’ll stroke you while we are listening. When we get heated up too much we’ll just go fuck. How about it?”

I unbuttoned my blouse but let him unhook my bra. He admired my big tits –it always pleases me when a man does that. When he saw my hairy pussy, he almost foamed at the mouth. I laughed and asked him to show me his credentials. Not bad at all. Maybe six or seven inches, and thick, which I like. Not much of a body but what could a gal my age expect from a 60-year-old man.

I heard other doors opening and shutting so all three couples were ready to perform. I distinctly heard Amy protest she would undress in the bathroom.

It took a little maneuvering for both of us to press our ears to the wall. It worked best with his standing behind me and my reaching back to stroke him while we fondled my tits and rubbed my cunt.

The action next door was clear as a bell. We heard the bathroom door open and in a low voice Amy said she was ready. “Let me see what I have to deal with,” she asked. “Oh, my God! she cried. Tom, it is so beautiful!

“What the hell is going on here?”I whispered —. I thought she was reluctant to be with him.”

“Don’t you know?” he chuckled. Tom is hung like a horse. Nothing like a big cock to overcome any woman’s resistance.”

“let’s take that towel off sweetie. I want to take a good look at you,” we heard Tom say.

“You have a lovely figure, Amy. I admire petite women with small breasts and long nipples like yours.”

“It sounds like they had not hit the sheets yet, so they must still be standing there; wish I knew what they were doing,” I commented.

We began to hear Amy’s sighs and moans. “Oh, Oh, I love the way you suck them!”

Another pause. A distinct groan from Tom. In a husky voice, Amy said, “It’s only fair, Tom. I want to suck you, too.”

“This is getting good,” Mary Beth,” Pete said. “How about sucking me, too.”

So there we were, Amy was sucking Harry’s cock on one side of the wall and I was on my knees bobbing up and down on the head of Pete’s cock. We both were subdued in talking as we did not want to alert Tom and Amy that we were listening.

The next exchange of voices perked me up .

“Tom, Tom, I want your dick. I want it so bad. Be gentle to me. Please. “

“Sweetie, I am going to make it easy on you. Wrap your arms around my neck. I will lift you up and you can guide me inside you.”

“Holy shit. He is going to fuck her standing up. Wow!” I whispered.

I was so distracted that I let go of Pete’s cock and stood up to get closer to the wall. I was getting horny. I could feel my pussy juices flowing.

“I’m going to lean forward against the wall, Pete. You’re hard enough. Take me from behind. I want you to fuck me doggy style while I am listening to those two fuck.”

I spead my legs and after fingering me a bit to get my juices flowing, Pete entered me.

I could hear Amy responding. “Oh. Oh. Your dick is so big. So big. ” She was gasping and her voice was harsh and strained. “Oh, my Goooood. I have never been stretched sooo much.”

“That’s it Sweetie you are taking it all. Don’t worry I will not drop you.”

“Oh, My Gooood. I got it all in. I didn’t think I could,” I heard her voice tremble.

Tom much have been leaning back against our wall because suddenly the wall began to thump and shake as he lifted her up and down on his cock.

“Tom, Tom. You are so good. I love it!” We heard them karacabey escort kissing and then Tom asked her if she wanted to cum in his arms or move to the bed.

“Don’t stop, Please don’t stop. Fuck me right here, Tom. Fuck me , fuck me, she rpeated.

The thumping against the wall continued even louder and then I heard Amy begin to sob and weap. Ooooooooooooh Tom. Your’re making me cuuuuuuuuuuuuum.” I heard her moan loudly and then make short sounds as she came down from her climax: “Uh uh uh.”

My own partner was going ape shit. He was pumping my pussy so hard that I had to brace myself against the wall, hoping they did not hear us.

“Mary Beth, if you do not cum soon I am going to explode,” Pete grunted.

“The Hell with listening more! Pull out and let me suck you off. I’ll finger myself to get off. I backed him onto the bed and pushed him on it. I then gave him one of my extra special butterfly blow jobs, blowing and tweaking on his cock head until he deposited a thick load of jism in my mouth. I used his orgasm to trigger my own as I franctically rubbed my clit. It wasn’t a great climax but I put on a show for Pete by sighing and moaning.

We both took deep breaths and lay back on the bed to rest and when we heard an unearthly howl. It sounded like someone in extreme pain” “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.”

We both jumped up and ran to the wall of the other adjoining bedroom. We had forgotten all about Sylvia and Ben.

“Nooooo. Noooooo. Not my ass. I can’t. I can’t,” screamed Sylvia.

I was really concerned and turned to Pete: “My God, Pete,” I said. “I think he is raping her.”

Pete looked dumbfounded. “Do you think we should intervene?” he asked.

“Your’re goddamn right,” I hissed and I was oabout to start banging on the wall and ordering to Ben to take his hands off of Sylvia, when the tone of what was going on next door changed.

“Your’re going to take it, slut!” Ben shouted.

“OOOOH It hurts, Please. No more, Please. Your’re ripping me apart,” Sylvia sobbed.

“Your’re going to love it slut, Ben shouted. “I am going to fuck your virgin ass until you cum.”.

Sylvia began to weep and sob more raggedly. “You are too deep. I can’t take it.”

“Sure you can. You love it. Admit it,” Ben said emphatically.

We then heard sounds of slaps followed each time by Sylvia’s moans and short yelps: “Uh. Uh. Uh. Uh.”

Obviously he was slapping her ass every time he jammed himself inside her asshole. Her voice now sounded more lusty.

“There you go. Now you are are into it. Right? Right?” Ben grunted. “Tell me slut,” he shouted.

“Yeees,” Sylvia stammered.

“You love it and want me to keep fucking your ass. Tell Me. NOW!”

“Yes,” Sylvia moaned, “I love you to fuck my ass. I really do,” she shrieked.

Sylvia kept moaning and sighing and then she let out a piercing scream rising to a crescendo: “Oooooooooooooooooh,” followed by her gasping for breath and sobbing.

This was followed by Ben’s more subdued orgasm, mainly a long stream of unarticlate sounds.

“See, Sylvia, I told you would love it in the ass,” we heard him say.

Obviously she had enjoyed herself, even if it was reluctantly. I was not interested in more of their conversation. I was getting so hot I could practically see steam coming from my pussy. Pete was stroking himself to a full erection. . “Come on Pete. It’s time to fuck! I leaped to the bed aand lay on my back. I spread my legs and raised them to my chest so I could then wrap my legs around Pete when he put it to me.

He was quick off the mark and before we both knew it we were fucking like sex-starved teenagers. I squeezed my thighs together so my pussy walls would have the maximum friction against Pete’s cock. He was grunting away and I was racing to the top of my climax. “

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet Jeeeeeeeeeeesus I screamed out my climax. I shouted as loud as I could.

“Hell,” I thought. if others can make a lot of noise so can I. I have a reputation to keep up.”

After Pete exploded and I lick him clean – I lvoe the taste of jism – we laid back more on the bed.

“Mary Beth, you are one hot piece of ass,” Pete said admiringly.

“So I have been told, Pete. Many times,” I laughed.

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“If I can be of any help to you, just ask,” breathed Emily. “And I will do anything I can to help.”

Word had apparently quickly traveled the office grapevine that my wife had left me again, and this time it looked permanent.

Emily was a pretty young twenty-two year old, hired as extra summer help. The edge of a tattoo that peeked out on her shoulder when she wore certain outfits made me wonder where else she had body modifications, either ink or piercings. The “fuck me” shoes she wore a few times a week also drew my attention, no matter how much I tried not to stare at her exquisitely muscled legs. Her affection for short skirts was just a distraction. Luckily, she had a quick wit and a broad smile, so eye contact was possible.

Today, we were the last two in the office. Emily was covering reception, and I had no reason to go home to an empty house. But being a firm advocate of not dipping into the secretarial pool, especially one decades younger than me, I simply thanked her for her comment and straightened my desk for the third time that afternoon.

In the process, I uncovered a couple of magazines on my desk that belonged in reception. Emily was locking the front door as I returned them. I paused to watch her walk past, the filmy fabric swishing around her thighs. Watching gave me shivers. I hoped she did not notice.

During COVID, some fool had converted an unused corner of the office into a “soft meeting” space of couches and arm chairs, screened from the rest of the office by filing cabinets and shelving. Now that we were all returned to the office, that space was still underused, and the rest of the office felt cramped. It was, however, the first time the office ever had a couch in it.

I decided to sit there and read for a bit, assuming that Emily would leave.

Then I noticed that my shoelace was untied. I reached to fix it, but Emily spoke from beyond my vision.

“Let me do that; sit.”

I had no time to respond before she dropped to her knees and took the laces in her delicate fingers. I had a fine view down her top at her freckled breasts.

“How do you like the view?”

I blushed.

“Oh, I don’t mind when you look. In fact, I like it.” She finished the bow, but instead of rising, tugged the top lower so I could see her lacy red bra, and the two pink bubblegum nipples trying to poke through. Her hands cupped the lower curve of each breast, freeing then from their cage.

“I know I’m not very stacked, but you must like my legs,” she giggled. “You stare at them enough.”

She touched both nipples, the tip of her tongue escort bursa wetting her lips. “Or is it my ass you like so much?”

“You do have a great ass, but actually it is the provocative way that you dress. Not many young women wear ‘fuck me’ shoes to work here.”

Emily giggled.

“So fuck me, please,” she breathed. “I know you want to, and I want it too. It’s not like I’m a virgin or anything. But we can pretend that I am if you want.”

Instinctively, I caressed my growing erection.

“I just checked for stragglers before setting the alarm. No one else is here,” Emily assured me. “Take it out, I want to see it.”

“That breaks all sorts of rules.”

“So I’m naughty. Spank me.”

Emily rolled, presenting her rump to me. It was firm, round, and ready. I slapped her tender flesh, once, twice, three times.

“More, sir, please,” she moaned.

“I need your fat hard cock inside me, but first, I want to kiss it. Just lean back and enjoy this part.”

Emily eased me back onto the couch and then dropped to her knees on the carpet. She unzipped my pants. The angry purple head of my hard cock poked out of my briefs without assistance.

As she bent her head down to kiss the head of my cock, Emily finally broke eye contact with me. As she drew the shaft free, Emily ran her tiny tongue down one side, and up the other of my pulsing meat. The warmth of her palm flowed down to my balls, which drew tight to my taint.

She licked my cock head like a lollipop, then teased the slit in the end with just the tip of her tongue. Slowly, she lowered my head, swallowing me to the root, fingers teasing my scrotum. Emily licked around the base of my cock, and then kissed my balls. If she had not used her fingers as an impoverished cock ring, I may have exploded right then.

“M…may I fuck you?” I stammered. “I am not sure I can stay hard if I cum in your mouth.”

She released my cock from her cheek with a ‘plop’.

“Of course you can. You aren’t the first older man I’ve fucked, and I never had one fail to stay hard yet. But if you want a hard fuck, I’m game.”

Emily slithered up onto the couch, her legs draped over the arm, her delicate red panties in view.

My mind reeled at the prospect of a dream come true. I had a hard time figuring out what to say or do, but my cock throbbed encouragement.

Emily grinned as my member bounced in the gap between us.

“I think it is trying to say hello,” she giggled.

“How should you say “hi” back?”

If anybody came in, I was doomed, but was past the point of caution.

She bursa otele gelen escort pushed the scrap of lace that covered her quim aside.

“If turn about is fair play, it should really wait until you taste me.”

I reached under her ass to lift her labia to meet my tongue. One long lick bottom to top gave me the first taste. She tasted like honey and cream.

Emily grabbed a handful of my hair, and pulled my mouth deeper into her honey pot. She was wet with desire. She tugged until my tongue was deep within her cunt. My nose filled with the odours of sex, sweat, and soap. She smelled like wrestling in the leaves on a crisp autumn day, which inspired me to great vigour. I gripped her thighs in my hands and pushed them wider. I explored her labia as if they were flower petals.

Only then did my tongue probe for her pearl. I continued this for a while, allowing the top of my tongue to graze her clit with only passing strokes. I felt a shiver run through Emily like a bolt of lightening. Her hips began bouncing beneath my mouth.

Emily grabbed my left hand and guided it under her ass, steering my long forefinger up her forbidden passages. That sped up her bucking up and down, her loins fucking my face. I had been using my tongue softly just teasing her pearl; I stiffened it, using it like a cock to stab at her clit. Emily’s entire body was shaking by the moment my finger was buried in her bowel. It lasted just a movement until she gave out a loud cry and collapsed back spread-eagled, panting. Emily sighed and moaned as I gave her one last long lick of her valley, and twirled my finger in her butt.

I stood to pull myself together. She looked up at me.

“I need you to fuck me now like you promised…”

“Naughty girl…”

“So spank me…”

I did as requested, flipping her over the arm of the couch, bum in the air, a half dozen smacks to each buttock. At first she giggled. Then she squirmed, then she said “ouch!” I took that and the redness of her flesh as a hint that I had done enough. Besides which, my cock was leaking cum all over the backs of her thighs.

I aimed my cock head at her swollen pudenda and thrust swiftly inside her tight twat. She grunted in surprise.

“You are very tight for a young slut.”

“That is because I am young. I love to fuck, but have not had a lot of experience. I spend most of my time studying.”

I realized that Emily could see what I was doing reflected in the window. She watched as I ran my left hand inside her dress and mauled her breast bursa sınırsız escort roughly. Fortunately, we were high enough up that voyeurs were unlikely. Still, the possibility added to the thrill of potential discovery.

My baby finger on my right hand tickled her anus. Her ass jumped at the first touch, but rotated as I slid deeper.

“Please, don’t fuck me there…”

“Why not, I already fingered your ass, plus I bet it is even tighter than your cunt.”

In response, I rubbed my cock along the valley of her buttocks. It was slimy with goo from her gash, and I knew that it would slide easily into her bowel. I moved my fingers to her cunt. As I fingered her, I spread her labia and teased her pearl. That distraction, or excitement, allowed me to slide my cock deep into her poop chute. She grunted as I throbbed deep inside her.

I grasped Emily’s firm young tits, the modest swells of flesh just filling my palms. I used my strength to rock Emily’s ass vigourously against my groin. We both groaned simultaneously as Emily’s strong abs clenched her anus around my shaft, increasing the intensity as she slowed my thrusts.

“Twist my nubs. We…I mean I… that’s what I like when when I’m by myself.”

I grasped Emily’s excited points, using two fingers to scissor each. I pulled them as far as they would stretch as I drove my cock deeper into her ass. Emily moaned, “you’re stretching me all over.”

“I’ll stop if it hurts too much.”

I began twisting her nipples, rotating them towards each other.

“No. Don’t stop. It hurts, but it hurts so….so…good.” Emily was gasping for air, my hands lifting her as they kneaded her tits, forcing her hips harder back towards my groin with each stroke.

I paused to slap her buttocks. “You are such a dirty little girl.”

“Yeah, but you love it.”

Emily rotated her hips, milking my meat within her tight anus.

“I’m not going to last much longer,” I warned her.

I found her clit with a finger and concentrated on pleasuring it, at the same time thrusting deep within her bowel.

Emily reached around and found my scrotum. Her finger somehow snaked into my ass, finding my prostate.

“Noooow,” she moaned.

Her delicate touch on my gland prompted great gobs of goo to gush forth, coating her bowel. Her strong young abdominals kneading my cock until every last drop was trapped inside her innards.

Emily collapsed over the arm of that couch, limp like a rag doll. I gently eased out of her ass as she shifted forward. With a sigh she settled on the cushions.

“Good thing this couch is leather,” she said. “I’ll wipe it clean- you can leave now. Thanks for filling me up. Remember….anything, anytime.”

We never repeated the experience, so I never discovered whether Emily would really do anything to help me. But whenever our eyes met, I saw the twinkle and her radiant smile.

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Even though my boyfriend and I had an open relationship, there was still certain rules that we both had to follow:

1. We had to inform each other if there was someone that either of us was going to have sex with without the other person involved.

2. If there was someone that we planned on having sex with, and the other person said no, we had to respect each other enough to agree to not having sex with them.

3. We must take pictures and videos of ourselves having sex with them.

Well not very long into our relationship, I broke all 3 of these rules.

I went to buy some weed from a mutual friend of ours and Ryan had made it very clear that he did not want me to have sex with this guy.

Well while I there purchasing weed, the guy said that if I would fuck him, he would give me double the amount of weed. Even though Ryan had told me no to, I figured it wasn’t a big deal since I was basically paying half price for the weed.

Well this happened 5 times before Ryan found out. While he was visibly hurt and upset, but he wasn’t as mad as I thought he would be.

Instead of breaking up with me, he told me that I was going to have earn his cock in my pussy again.

“In what way?” I asked.

“You are going to do strict anal training. If you want to be a dirty cheating slut, you are only going to get fucked in the ass, nothing in your cheating pussy. No cock and no dildos.” He replied.

“For how long?” I asked him.

“Until I feel that you have made up for being a dirty cheating slut. That also That means when I am in the mood to fuck you, you bend over and spread your ass cheeks. That also mean you will be wearing a butt plug at all times. You will only take it out to poop or the fuck your asshole with a dildo, otherwise your slutty asshole will have something in it. No getting fucked your cunt or fucking your own cunt. Understood?” Ryan commanded.

“Yes sir.” Was all that I could say.

I had only had limited experience with anal. And never to this extent.

I mean sure Ryan had fucked me in the ass quite a few times and I even let his friend fuck my asshole during my first DP. But this was the first time that I was only going to get fucked in the asshole with no pussy penetration whatsoever.

In all of those instances I still got my greedy pussy fucked. Now I was completely cut off from pleasuring myself. Or at least pleasuring my pussy.

Ryan bought me a set of butt plugs, from medium to extra large, as well as an expanding vibrating butt plug.

Ryan ordered me to bend over and spred my ass cheeks. He expertly licked my asshole and worked a finger in and out of it as I felt nibble and lick and the sensitive skin along my butt crack. Then I felt him work in another finger as he continued to please and tease the sensitive area around my asshole.

He then reached down with his other hand and rubbed his thumb across my clit. As he did this, it caused me to involuntarily push my ass backwards into his face. He then slipped a thrid finger into my asshole.

He moved his fingers in and out as he twisted his wrist. I felt my asshole relaxing and stretching with ever thrust. He stopped thumbing clit and stood up. He slipped the medium sized butt plug in my asshole and stepped around to my left side and placed his hand on the back of my head.

I looked over to see what ye was doing, as his cock parted my lips and hit the back of my throat. He held me there few seconds before he withdrew and shoved his cock back in my mouth again. Each time his cock hit the back of my throat he held there longer and longer.

As it got the the point that I couldn’t breathe, I slapped his thigh to get him to back off. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and jerked me by the hair so that I was standing upright. He kissed me deeply on the mouth and slapped me across the face. It stung but I was so turned on that felt a flood of juices run from my pussy.

He forced me to bend back over and pulled the plug from asshole.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered. He stuck the plug that just came out of my asshole in my mouth and said, “Hold this.”

Without a warning, he shoved his cock balls deep in my asshole. As I felt his balls slap against my pussy I came.

He fucked my asshole hard and rough. I felt like such a dirty little slut.

As he fucked me he said, “Take that dirty butt plug out of your mouth.” The he said, “Tell me why you are being punished.”

“Because I’m a dirty cheating slut.” I said. “Please fill my cheating asshole with your load sir.”

I heard him grunt as I felt a flood of his cum fill my asshole. He then said, “Hand me that large plug.”

As he withdrew his now deflated cock from my asshole, he shoved the large butt plug in it place. I’m not going to lie, it hurt going in but the dirty feelings it gave me outweighed the pain.

He then stepped around to my face with his pants still down around his knees and said, “Open your mouth and clean my cock off slut.”

Liked a good little slut, I did as I was told. görükle escort and licked and sucked all of the juices off of his dirty cock.

Part of me felt like a used dirty whore while another part felt proud of how well I had taken my punishment.

He pulled his pants up and said, “See you tomorrow. I want a video of when you pull that plug out later.”

“Yes sir.” I replied.

By the time I got home, I knew that it was time for me to empty my bowels. I stripped off naked and set my phone on the edge of the tub so that I could video the removal of the plug.

I pulled the plug out as a flood of cum poured out of my asshole.

I emptied my bowels, cleaned myself and reinserted the plug like a good little slut then sent him the video. It felt so dirty but was such a turn on at the same time.

I messaged him and asked, “Can I fuck myself with a dildo as long as I keep something in my asshole?”

“You can only fuck your asshole with your dildo. Nothing goes in your pussy until I say so.” Was his response. “And I expect a video of you fucking your slutty asshole when you do it.”

I sat up my camera, stuck my suction cup dildo to my shower wall and removed my butt plug. I backed on to the dildo as I felt it sliding deeper in to my asshole. I reached down and flicked my clit with my fingers as I reached my first orgasm. I withdrew from the dildo and reinserted the butt plug, blew a kiss towards the camera and hit send.

All night I could barely sleep. I don’t know if it was the butt plug grinding in my ass or the fact that I was so horny that I felt like my pussy was going to explode. As hard as it was for me, I followed the rules.

I woke up and did all of normal morning stuff. Except instead of pounding my pussy I used a long skinny dildo on my asshole. I fucked my asshole with it, only teasing my clit with my fingers as I shuttered through a decent orgasm. I took a couple of pictures with the dildo in my asshole and sent them to Ryan, to show what a good little slut I was being.

I removed the dildo and replaced it with the medium butt plug. I have to say, putting the smaller plug in made me feel a little empty.

I got dressed and headed to work. Setting at a desk all day with a butt plug in is quite the feeling. I found myself doing keigals and rocking back and forth in my chair quite a bit.

Numerous times coworkers would ask me why my face looked so flushed. I would just smile and say something about it being warm in here. I could barely wait for Ryan to pick me up for lunch.

Ryan pulled up as I was setting on the bench out front enjoying a cigarette.

He looked at me with a smirk and said, “Get in slut.”

I crushed out my cigarette and stepped in to his SUV.

Ryan had his pants down around his knees and was stroking his cock.

“How is your day going babe?” I asked

“Not bad.” He said. “How is yours?”

“It’s been excruciating. Do know how hard it has been to keep a straight face while I have this in my asshole?”I replied as I reached over and began to fondel his cock.

“It’s about to get harder.” He stated.

With that he pulled off on an old gravel road and parked behind an abandoned church. He reached under his seat and handed me a box.

“Open it.” He said.

I opened the box and found a strange looking toy. It looks like a butt plug but like the plug part had been split down the middle. it also had a small black box with a QR code.

“I know that this is a vibrating butt plug, but what is this other stuff? I asked.

“It has a wireless remote and a the QR code, which I have already scanned by the way, allows me to control it from my phone. So even if I’m not anywhere around you, I can activate it and control the vibration.” Ryan replied. “Now get out and bend over the hood.” I did exactly as I was told.

Ryan raised my dress and pulled my thong down around my knees. He removed the buttplug that I had in my ass and buried his face between my ass cheeks. It felt like he was making out with my asshole. It felt fucking amazing.

I he moved back as i felt him slip his fingers in my ass, twisting and rotating his wrist.

I looked back and said, “How many fingers is that?”

“Three.” He responded and kept working them in and out of my ass.

It felt fucking amazing. I was almost to point of cuming and he stopped. I heard the unmistakable sound of of lube as I felt him squirting it on to my pucked asshole.

Then he began to push the vibrating butt plug into my freshly stretched asshole. There was a strong burning as the wide head pushed it’s was past my sphincter.

Ryan felt me clinching up and gave me a hard swat on my right butt cheek.

“Hold still.” He ordered as he continued to slowly work the plug in and out of my asshole.

Seeing that i was tencing up, he reached around my thigh and began to finger my clit. This was the first attention that my pussy had received in days.

I immediately came and arched my ass back towards him. He used this as the bursa merkez escort opportunity to force the buttplug the rest of the way in to my asshole.

My orgasm immediately ended as pain shot through me causing me that stand up straight.

As soon as I was fully upright, Ryan hit the power button on the app on his phone and strong vibration short through me causing me to have another orgasm wave through my entire body, I fell forward against the hood to steady myself as my pussy squirted, soaking the inside of my thighs.

I turned around and saw that he had his pants down around his knees stroking his cock.

Like a good little slut I dropped to my knees. Ryan grabbed my hair and forced his cock to the back of my throat. He skull fucked me until I heard an alarm go off on his phone. He jerked me up by the hair and kissed me deeply.

He pulled away, shut the vibration off and said, “Pull your panties up and fix your mascara, it’s running down your face. My lunch is over, so I have to get you back to work and I have to go to the courthouse.”

He gave me one more kiss as he opened his passenger side door to help me into his SUV.

On the drive back to my office I caught myself wiggling around quite a bit in my seat. I was trying to adjust to feeling of how big this thing in my asshole was. I felt so full, but I was so turned on that I didn’t really notice how uncomfortable it was.

He dropped me off at my office and gave me another passionate kiss as he played with the settings on his phone. He again shut it off as I stepped out of his SUV.

“See you tonight slut.” He said as he started to drive away.

He stopped his vehicle again as I lit a cigarette and started to walk away from his vehicle. All of the sudden I felt the vibration start. It was so intense that I dropped my cigarette.

I gave him the finger as I had to steady myself on the hand rail of the steps.

He shut the vibration off as I noticed an older gentleman look at me out of the corner of his eye. I gave him a half smile and wave and tried to compose myself, and walked in.

I sent him a text that said. “This thing is driving me crazy. Please don’t over do it. I have an important meeting today. “

He sent me back a winky face and a text saying, “See you tonight.”

I got myself composed and made it back inside just in time for the meeting.

I walked in to the meeting room as Ryan hit me with another quick pulse of vibration. I had to steady myself on the meeting table.

My boss gave me a very strange look. I glanced back at him after the vibration stopped and said, “Sorry, I’m a little dizzy I guess. Won’t happen again.” Towhich he raised his eyebrows and looked bqck down at his sales reports.

I made my way to my seat and sat down. It was extremely hard to sit upright with this huge toy in my asshole.

Ryan then hit me with another pulse if vibration. It was all that I could do to keep from moaning out loud. I had to suck on my bottom lip and close my eyes until the pulsing stopped.

I sat there for a few more minutes catching my breath before another pulse of vibration shot through the plug.

This went on like this for the next 20 minutes or so. A minute or two of vibrating pulse then about few minutes of nothing. I could feel the juices flowing from my pussy as I sat there. I couldn’t focus on what was being said during the meeting at all.

A salesman that was setting across from me said, “Who’s phone keeps buzzing?”

Through the haze of extasy and embarrassment I raised my hand and said, ” Thats mine.”

“Step out and take the call.” My boss said gruffly. “It could be an important client.”

As I stood up to walk out, Ryan turned it on full blast. I wispered, “Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck. Oh Fuck.” As I stumbled out of the meeting room. I’m sure that they thought I was drunk or high.

I made a b-line for the bathroom. Right as I shut the door he turned on the vibration started again. I stumbled over to the toilet and pulled down my panties. The crotch was absolutely soaked. I looked down and a string of pussy juice was connected from the crotch of my panties to pussy. I so badly wanted to rub one off.

I texted Ryan, “Oh my God, my pussy is aching for some attention can I please rub one out?”

“No slut. You’re pussy gets no pleasure without my say so. You don’t ask for your pussy to get pleasure. I will decide when and if it happens.” He replied.

Just then he hit me with the maximum pulsing throbbing. I arched my hips forward and squirted across the floor of the restroom. I couldn’t help but moan, “OH FUCK!” as it happens.

Then he shut it off. I took out my vape and took a couple of puff and composed myself.

I walked back into the meeting room just in time for the meeting to be over.

I made my way back to my desk wondering when he was going to “assault” my asshole again.

The anticipation of when he was going to turn on the vibration was excruciating. I couldn’t think bursa escort bayan about anything except when he was going to turn it back on.

I tried to do as much work ass possible the rest of the, but it seemed like any time I would get involved in something he wou turn the vibration back on and I would completely lose track of what I was doing.

The afternoon drug on as my asshole got more and more tinder.

I finally made made my way home and tied to remove the plug so that I could go number 2. It was stuck. No matter how much I pulled it would not come out.

In desperation I texted Ryan to please come over and help me.

I needed to go so badly and I didn’t know what to do.

His response was, “Push it out”….

As hard as I tried I couldn’t get it to come out. I was genuinely getting concerned that i would have to go to the Emergency Room.

Then he sent me another message.

“Meet me at the front door naked on all fours.”

I went to the front door and waited what seemed for like an hour. Just as I heard him pull up I got on all fours and he the vibration again. As it pulsed and vibrated I reached up and opend the front door.

He walked in and immediately took off his belt. He placed it aound my neck like a leash and led me towards the bathroom as I crawled on ky hand and knees like a depraved slut as the vibrator pulsed and vibrated in my asshole.

Once in the bathroom he took the makeshift leash off of my neck and gave 2 good firm wacks across my butt cheeks with it and ordered me to get in the tub.

“Finger your clit.” He ordered

This was the first real attention that pussy had gotten in some time. Between the vibration in my asshole and the stimulation to my clit, a huge orgasm was building.

As I fingered my clit I squirted a massive stream from my pussy. This caused me to push so hard, I shot the buttplug out of my ass so hard, it the wall of the tub as I simultaneously emptied my bowels.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. I so embarrassed. Ryan chuckled while I hid my face. He turned on the shower and I collapsed in the tub as the hot water rained down over me.

“You’re welcome babe.” He said.

I turned to look at him to be met with a stream of piss. He was pissing on me while I lay on the floor of the tub. I felt like a dirty slut, But I was so turned on that I rolled over and opened my mouth so that he could piss directly on my face and into my open mouth while I fingered my clit.

After he finished peeing he said, “That’s enough of you pleasuring yourself. Let’s get this mess cleaned up.”

He detached the shower head and helped me wash myself off.

“Hurry up with cleaning yourself off. I have a new toy for you.” He stated.

I finished washing myself, I was barely able to stand up. My legs were so shaky. I finished my shower and stepped out of the tub. I grabbed a towel and walked into the bedroom where Ryan was laying naked.

Next to him on one side of the bed was a medium sized butt plug, but it had a wire with a dial on it and hose with an inflation bulb. He had his belt folded over on the other side of him.

My THC pen was setting on the nightstand and he pointed over at it and said, “You better take a couple of hits off of that before we get started.”

I picked up my pen and took a deep rip before turning my head and blowing the smoke towards the window.

I took another deep rip and held back my cough as I approached the bed.

“Suck my cock you little stoner slut.” He ordered. An order I gladly followed. As I took his cock into my mouth, I let the smoke escape my lips. something that I know he enjoys watching.

Once his cock was nice and hard, he ordered me to get on the bed face down with my ass up in the air. My asshole was super sore, but i did as instructed.

Ryan got off of the bed and walked around behind me with the toy in hand. He stood up on the bed behind me and spit on my asshole. I then felt the tip of his cock as the head began to open my sphincter. I buried my face in the pillow as his cock pushed deeper into my asshole.

“What do you say?” Ryan said in a stern voice.

“Thank you for fucking my cheating asshole daddy.” I said as I held back the tears of pain.

He pushe his cock all the way in and just held it there for a few seconds before withdrawaling it.

I felt him step off of the bed. I looked over and he was looking through my nightstand drawer.

“Where is your lube?” He said sternly.

“In the top drawer sir.” I replied meekly.

He grabbed the lube and squirted some in his hand then rubbed all over the tip of the butt plug. He then squirted some more and in his hand and rubbed it into my asshole.

Then i felt the pressure of him pushing the plug into my asshole. It burned so badly as I felt it push into my very sore asshole. I screamed into the pillow, making sure that I held still, or else I would get the belt.

As he pushed it in, he turned on the vibration, which helped a lot. once the plug was all the way in, he turned the vibration on full blast.

My sobs of pain became moans of pleasure. Then he squeezed the bulb forcing the inflatable butt plug to expand inside of my asshole.

The first couple pumps didn’t seem to do much, but then i felt it beginning to grow.

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