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My orders were to stay naked for the rest of the day and, like a good slave, I obeyed. That night, my master watched online as I brought myself to an amazing climax with my vibrator. I was to be naked when Dave came around to walk Bonzo and I was ordered to suck Dave off. I gladly accepted my orders!Dave came in my mouth before leaving me to sleep alone, naked in my bed. I used my vibrator and had multiple climaxes before falling asleep.The following day, we arranged for a local contractor to come around to remodel our master bathroom. We wanted a spa instead of our plain bathtub and the single door to the bathroom was to be changed to double doors.Our master suite is huge, with a sixteen foot by twelve foot area. It has a ten-foot vanity and the walk in shower is on one end of the room and the tub is at the other end.We used this contractor a few months ago, when he remodeled the shower in our master suite. We now have a huge walk in shower. The front is all plain glass, with the exception of frosted leaves for decoration. They were bringing materials and tools to start the job the following day.My master ordered me to wear a short, flowing skirt and no thong. My top was to be a button down the front, semi-transparent shirt and no bra. I was to leave the top three buttons undone so that a lot of my naked breasts would show.The contractor was due to arrive at two o’clock; this would give me time to get ready after my gym session. I showered and dressed as ordered and waited patiently for the contractor to arrive; and, right on schedule, he arrived. He had brought a worker with him and I showed them to the bathroom.I was ordered to go ahead of them, to give them an upskirt view as I walked up the stairs. They delivered the materials and tools and we chatted for a while. They told me that they would be back at eight in the morning to make a start on the work. Juan, the main guy, was a short Mexican; he spoke very good English and had a very cute smile. He told me that the job should take no more than two days, but there would be a lot of noise.I went online with my master at the usual time of nine-thirty; he gave me my orders for the following day. I was, again, naked when Dave popped in during his dog walking routine and I sucked him off at the foot of our stairs.The contractors arrived as scheduled; I greeted them at the door, wearing just my bathrobe, as ordered. I made them coffee as they started working upstairs. They had already removed the door to the master suite by the time I took their coffee up.They were removing the tiles from the wall around the old tub. I took my bra and thong from my dresser and neatly placed them on my bed. Gym shorts and vest joined my lingerie and I went down to get my coffee.The contractors were up and down the stairs, taking the trash out and bringing more tools in. I joined them in the bathroom and we chatted while we drank our beverage.“Can I still use the shower?” I asked.I had my orders and I intend to carry them out. I was wet with excitement and anticipation for what I had to do.“Yes, we won’t shut the water off until you go to the gym,” Juan replied.“That’s good because I need to take my morning shower.”My heart was racing, and my pussy was oozing juice.“How long will the water be off for?” I asked.“Only about an hour. It will be back on by the time that you return,” Juan answered.“Oh, perfect. Otherwise, I would shower at the gym after I finish.”“No, it will be back Gölbaşı escort bayan on by the time you get home, Miss.”“Will I disturb you if I take my shower, then?” I asked excitedly.“No, Miss. We have plenty to do.”I started running the shower and got my gym sneakers ready. I went and got them another cup of coffee. I didn’t want them working. I needed their attention to be on me, in the shower!I was shaking with excitement, my heart was pounding, and my love juice was running down my legs! I went back into the master bathroom and they were sitting by the tub that was being replaced.“Okay, I am going to take a quick shower,” I smiled. “If you are sure that I won’t disturb you?”“We are fine Kerri,” Juan smiled. “Do you want us to leave?”I climaxed!“No, I will only be in the shower.”They both smiled.I opened the glass door, the steam from the water had settled slightly on the glass, but it was still very transparent. I walked in and closed the glass door.This is it, I thought to myself. I am going to be naked and on display!I removed my bathrobe and opened the door just enough to hang my robe on the towel bar. I knew that they could see my naked side, my ass, and my tits. I closed the door and continued to shower, deliberately, turning all around to give them a good show. I could hear them talking in Spanish, and I had an idea of what they were discussing.I ended my shower and, again, opened the door a little to grab a towel. After wrapping myself in the towel, I calmly walked out and smiled. They were both looking at me and smiling. As I walked into my bedroom, I realized that the door they had removed gave them a perfect view of my bed and, more importantly, my lingerie on the bed!I moved out of sight and dried myself off. My orders were to show my body at every opportunity that I could. I knew what I had to do!I let the towel fall to the ground and stood there, naked and excited. I squeezed my hard nipples and touched my clit.I climaxed!I calmly walked, naked, to my lingerie, looking into the bathroom as I did. They were looking directly at my bed and me.I stood with my naked back and ass to the bathroom and picked up my thong. I could feel their eyes on me as I slipped my thong on. I collected my bra and slid it over my naked breasts before turning around. They were both smiling at me, so I smiled back.As I pulled my gym shorts on, I saw that a lot of my pubic hair was showing from the top of my thong. I climaxed again before pulling my vest over my bra. Every time I glanced at the contractors, they were staring at me and smiling. They obviously liked what they saw.I went to my gym and called my master to tell him what I had done and shown. He told me that I must not shower at the gym after my workout. I was to shower at home and, this time, I was to strip naked in my bedroom and walk in the shower completely naked.“They must see you full frontal naked,” Gary ordered.“Oh my gosh, Sir.”“Full frontal naked,” Gary shouted. “That’s an order!”“Okay, Sir. I will do it.”“And walk from the shower to the bedroom naked.”“Yes, Sir.”I couldn’t concentrate on my workout. My pussy was wet and I had sexy thought’s running through my mind. I was going to show the contractors my naked body, tits, ass, pussy, and clit! I was excited and nervous.I got home and found that they had already removed the old tub and cut the door frame out to make ready for the new double doors. The Escort Keçiören wall had been removed and where there was one doorway, there now stood a huge open space. My entire bed could be seen from the area where they were working.I took them coffee and told them that they had done a lot while I was at the gym.“Is the water back on?” I asked.“Yes, Kerri. It is,” Juan smiled.“Good. I need another shower,” I smiled. “My workout was intense today.”“You want us to leave?”“No, I’m fine if you continue to work. As long as I don’t disturb you.”“You won’t Kerri. You go ahead.”My pussy was soaking and I could feel my juice running down my thigh. I had been ordered to strip naked and walk in the shower. My heart was beating like crazy as I walked into my bedroom. I had nowhere to hide; the wall had been removed.Juan and Victor were drinking their coffee as I fumbled in my lingerie drawer. I picked out the sexiest bra and thong to wear. I got a short cotton shirt and white vest from my closet and placed them on my bed.This is it, I thought to myself, I have to do this.I went to the shower and started running it. I could feel their eyes on me as I adjusted the temperature. Juan was talking to me about the job that he was doing as I walked back to my bedroom. We continued to chat as I pulled off my vest and threw it on the floor.I was standing there in my bra, and they were getting a good look at me. I eased my gym shorts down and off. My thong was now on show to them; some pubic hair was showing out of the top of it. My heart was racing and I could feel the juices running down my thigh. I was trembling with fear and excitement; I knew what I had to do and I knew the longer I waited, the more fear I would feel.I reached around my back and unclipped my bra. I eased it off of my shoulders and held the cups to my aching breasts. I looked at Juan and Victor and they were staring at me. We exchanged a smile and I pulled the bra from my tits. I was now topless in front of them. I dropped my bra onto my bed and, again, looked at the workers.Again, we exchanged a smile before I slid my fingers down the waistband of my thong. Two seconds later and my thong was around my ankles, I stepped out of it and walked around my bed to my nightstand, I wanted them to get a good look at my naked ass.I plugged my phone into the charger and turned around to face the workers. I was totally naked and they were staring like vultures. Again, we exchanged smiles before I calmly walked towards them.“I’m just going to have my shower,” I smiled, “Will I disturb you?”Juan tried to speak but his throat was dry.“You go ahead Kerri,” Victor said in broken English.I walked past them and into the shower. I started massaging my body with the body wash when something strange came over me. I found that my hand was rubbing my pussy and clit. I was working myself up in the shower, in full view of the workers!I couldn’t stop, I rubbed my clit and let out a loud cry as I climaxed! I realized that my ass was pushed right up against the glass. They got a good show. I continued with my shower, feeling a little embarrassed about what I had just done in front of them.I finished my shower, regained my composure, and opened the glass shower door to get my towel. Instead of grabbing a towel like I did earlier, I calmly walked out, naked, and took the towel from the rack. My naked body was proudly on display as I dried myself off in Kızılay escort front of them both.I threw the damp towel into the laundry basket and walked to the vanity. I looked in the mirror for a few seconds before turning around. They were both smiling at me, so I returned the gesture.“Miss Kerri, can you give us your thoughts on how it looks so far?” Juan said in a shaky voice.“Sure,” I smiled as I walked, naked, to the new spa tub.I knew that my clit was on display along with the rest of my toned body.“Juan, it looks fantastic,” I smiled.“Thank you, Miss Kerri,” Juan replied. “We are running a little behind, so we may be here for three days, instead of the two.”“That’s fine,” I smiled. “You are both doing a great job. I don’t mind how long it takes.”I stood there completely naked as they showed me how the new tiles would look with the new spa tub. I knew that my master will be pleased with my efforts today. The added bonus was that they would be here for three days now instead of the two that I was expecting.“Well, I had better get some clothes on,” I smiled. “I have to run into town.”“Okay Miss Kerri, we will carry on here,” Juan smiled.I suddenly had an idea!“I will get a spare key cut for you while I am in town,” I shouted to Juan as I started pulling my thong on.“Okay, Miss Kerri.”“That way, you can let yourselves in tomorrow morning,” I shouted. “What time will you be here tomorrow?”“We can get here earlier if you don’t mind.”“You can get here as early as you like,” I replied. “I may still be in bed, but I will soon wake up when you start working.”“We don’t want to wake you, Miss Kerri.”“Nonsense, you just start when you like; if I am still sleeping, that’s fine with me.”“Okay then, Miss Kerri. We will be here early tomorrow.”I slowly pulled my bra over my breasts and continued to get dressed in my printed short cotton skirt and a pink vest top. Still wet with thoughts of what I had just done and exposed to my hard working contractor, I went into town.As soon as I got in my car, I called my master. He was happy with my efforts and ordered me to be undressed in front of them at every possible opportunity. They were just finishing up by the time that I got home. I handed Juan a spare key and told him not to worry if I am sleeping when they arrived tomorrow.“You can make me a cup of coffee, if you are here before I am awake,” I cheekily smiled.“Yes, Miss Kerri. We will.”“I must get out of these clothes and get my comfy clothes on,” I smiled.“Okay, Miss. We will be leaving shortly.”“I don’t mind changing in front of you,” I stuttered. “I was naked in front of you earlier.”They both smiled as I pulled my vest off and unclipped my bra; it quickly fell to the floor. My skirt soon followed and I was, again, topless in front of them.I grabbed my ski pants from a drawer and a lose comfy T-shirt. I slipped them on as Juan and Victor were packing their tools away. I went into the bathroom to admire their work and I couldn’t help myself; I hugged them both and thanked them for their hard day’s work.“Don’t forget, if I am sleeping tomorrow, bring me up a cup of coffee,” I cheekily smiled.“We will Kerri,” Juan smiled back.“And don’t worry about waking me. I want you to.”“Okay Kerri,” Victor smiled.I couldn’t wait to call my master to tell him how I did.“You did well my little sex slave,” Gary told me. “Are you still naked?”“No, Sir. I got dressed.”“Before they left? You dressed before they left?”“Yes, Sir.”“That, means a punishment,” my master shouted. “You were to stay undressed until they leave.”“I’m sorry, Sir. I didn’t realize.”“Well, get naked now!”“Yes, Sir!”I stripped naked where I stood.“Now, stay naked for the rest of the day!”“Okay. Yes Sir.”“Tomorrow, you are to be in bed when they get there.”“Okay.

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One evening while having a drink and looking back on our holidays, we were talking about a walk in the nude I had made. John suggested that I write it down as a story to be shared with others to go with some videos we made. At first, I was not sure, but in time the idea of sharing my experience and feelings looking back at our holiday fun aroused me and that’s how I started writing this…. To start with, preparing for a naked walk always starts days, weeks or even months before the actual event. Most of the time, I’m the only undressing but sometimes we both go naked, depending how we plan it. I love the risk of meeting people in my birthday-suit although, at the same time, I fear the thought of being caught or not knowing how people will react. Therefore, once we decide to go for it, we discus where and when and how, but once each decision is made, we Escort Gölbaşı stop discussing it so I won’t chicken out.The preparation this time started months earlier when we were choosing where to go for our holidays. We decided to go for a holiday home in a small village near some woods in the Czech Republic. That seemed to be ideal for some walks, and it definitely was! Situated at the end of the village facing the woods, there was only a meadow in between. My challenge was to have a walk in the nude for at least half an hour. I blushed but accepted.When we arrived, we unpacked and, while having a coffee, John gave me the choice when to have my walk. I choose that I was going to have it the next day early in the morning, and John would take some pictures and make a video.As I always want to look my best when we make Keçiören escort movies, so I did my nails and asked John to give me a close shave of my pubic hair, leaving a triangle with its lowest point about half an inch above my clitoris. In this way, if we meet people, my pussy would be visible. At the same time, the remaining bush of hair somehow adds to my nakedness.I thanked John for having done his job very well and dressed to go on a reconnaissance walk with him. We walked to the woods and followed the path, arriving at a beautiful viewpoint There was a path going down and we decided to keep that for the next morning. We went to a restaurant nearby that we had passed on our way to our home for the two weeks to come. We had dinner during which John convinced me that I could easily start my naked walk from home! Kızılay escort bayan He convinced me, so that was settled and coming home we set the alarm clock for as early as six o’clock. I woke early; as we always sleep naked, I had not much more to do than shower, brush my hair and apply my make-up. As it was a little cool, I pulled on a vest that I left open in the front, still leaving me quite naked. We had a cup of coffee and I got a little wet, knowing what was coming up…John had prepared a bag which included the tripod for the camera, a tiny towel, a blanket and my short dress for “emergencies.” Our agreement is always that in case of danger (like the possibility of police being involved) John will give me the dress.I felt a bit nervous now as the time of being in our safe home was running out. But this was what I had chosen to do and I felt aroused and excited, like a child before getting presents at Christmas. The major difference was that on this occasion I was to be the “gift” for those we might meet. Looking at the clock, John said it was now time to go, so I pulled off my vest, hung it over a chair and stepped into my open shoes.

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“This should be perfect for your needs, Mr. Parker. It’s exactly what you specified. Don’t you agree?”The realtor stands in the center of the main room of the empty apartment. The place is bright and airy with an eastern exposure. All the lights are on and none of the wide windows are covered. The sun shines into the space and only a few dust motes can be seen drifting in the scattered rays. Having so much sun and light is a selling point for Blaine Parker. The apartment is immaculate and standing ready to be occupied by a new owner.Blaine knows as soon as he looks out the windows that this is the place he needs. It’s only a studio apartment, that’s true. The main room serves as a bedroom and a living area with a kitchenette attached to one side. Of course, it has a large bathroom and plenty of storage space in the basement of the building. But he has also completed the other research he needs for his decision.He lives alone. He has done so all of his life, apart from a very happy childhood growing up on a farm in the prairie land of the Midwest. His parents loved him and it was an idyllic life in many ways. But as he grew up, he formulated in his mind the way he wanted to live and all of his efforts were pointed towards a special way of life from the time he left home to attend college. It was there he got the clearest inkling of what he wanted.He achieved enough success to try and have his dreams fulfilled. He completed his education and succeeded in finding a job that paid well. Quite well. He has no relationship entanglements, although he was never a complete loner. His social skills are fine. He just prefers to live the way he has been planning for several years. Now the dream is about to come true.”Yes, it’s fine, Mrs. Benson. Let’s sign the papers and the movers can get to work unloading their truck at the dock in back.”He walks to the kitchen counter as the realtor places the last document there for his final signature. He signs.”There, thanks so much. I’ll go downstairs with you and we can get it all moved in this afternoon.””Certainly, sir. It’s been a pleasure working with you. Gölbaşı escort Terribly easy. I’m so glad you’re happy with the place we found.” She turns with him and they start to exit the apartment.”I’ll be honest, we were having a slight problem selling this place. Not a lot of people have wanted to live this close to the university. It can get a little loud on the campus at times with the freshman dorm across the street.” The front door closes.Blaine directs the placement of his furniture in his new studio apartment that is on a street that serves as a boundary for ‘town and gown’ in this city. Directly across from the freshman dormitory. The dorm is limited to girls in the freshman class. Only first year students and no outliers are allowed. That is, one has to be sixteen years old to be even considered for this housing with the majority in their eighteenth year of age. Very few frosh are much older than that. Along with his regular furnishings, he also has his art equipment, Blaine is an artist. As well as being a painter, he is also a professional photographer. There is plenty of room in the apartment for his canvases, spread around the living space, and the cameras that now dot the room on tables here and there.As the sun sets behind his building, he watches, carefully noting the lights as they come on in the residence hall. His view is from his sixth-floor picture window. The girls’ building stands eight stories high so he can see into the rooms directly across from his and the floors downward. And the powerful telescope he sets up in front of the wide picture window is helpful for closer looks at the occupants. He sees that not all leave their curtains or draperies open when their lights come on. A few close themselves off from the darkness descending upon the city. But many, if not most, don’t bother to close down for the night. And figures appear in the rooms, passing from here to there as they go about their business. He spends the evening simply watching and making notes.The next day, he arises, glancing quickly out through his open windows. He Keçiören escort bayan is happy to have his best hopes expand in his mind as he sees virtually all of the rooms across the way have curtains pulled open, even the bathroom windows, and every girl, it seems, is busy getting ready for their day. It is Saturday and he is not working. He has his breakfast at his dining table, sitting so that he can observe his new neighbors. He gently squeezes his hard prick clothed inside his tight jeans descending down his left thigh.Baine spends the day as he did the evening before, making notes of all of the movements of girls in as many rooms as he can see into. There are a lot. And that bodes well for the future. The more girls available, the better. He is making some plans for the next day, Sunday. He finally dines with all of his lights on and gazes out over his new domain, watching and relishing what he sees in the apartments across the way. This day, his alarm is definitely set. It is the beginning and he wants to start it early and feel the pleasure. He has finally reached his goal after years of planning and dreaming. He rises with the sun. He glances out the window. He notes that many windows also have their lights on. Then he goes into his bathroom and performs his morning ablutions. He steps out of the shower and the last task for his morning begins. He opens a fresh bottle of scented body oil.Blaine stands proudly in the center of the apartment before his windows. His naked body is finely shaped. He has spent many hours making sure it is sculpted and fit. And now he rubs the oils across his muscles, emphasizing their bulk and shape, while making his flesh gleam with the oil.He spreads his legs widely, facing away from the windows, and spreads shiny oil over his legs, working up from his calves, flexing his legs at the knee, then rubbing his thighs and over his tight, rounded buttocks, bending over as he does this, exposing his spreading cheeks outwards. Then he stands upright and begins putting the fluids on his back and arms. Slowly, taking Escort Kızılay his time to be thorough.He turns around and stands before the open window and as a final gesture he pours out a goodly portion of oil and, with both hands, he strokes his expanding, growing prick and his pendulous balls. Feeling the soothing pleasure and caressing his own manhood. He glances across the way. He smiles as he sees some faces turned towards his open windows. He traces the veins on his pride that stand out. Then he grips it strongly at the base, forcing the head to expand into purple glory.He spends the day as he normally would. His home is his office, completing assignments there as they come up. Blaine has an oil painting canvas he is working on and he uses the good light in the morning shining through the broad windows to put some touches to it. As he paints, he makes sure to keep edging. He strokes his hard cock to keep it erect and proud. It bounces as he moves about and his dangling balls often shift themselves, moving in rhythm to his movements.Often, he goes over to his telescope or one of the telephoto cameras to stare into one or two windows facing his building. He sees who is looking towards him and notices whether they seem interested or not. He smiles, recognizing how often certain pretty girls continue looking at his window. He grins as he caresses his edging boner, approaching orgasm but never completing the act. Always waiting, anticipating, needing it to be perfect. Continuing to put oil on himself to gleam for the girls. Slathering it on his stone hard dick.The day goes on. He eats his lunch in a chair by the table against the window beside his kitchenette. As he chews his meal he keeps his legs spread widely apart. He gives a full frontal view to anyone wishing to see. And there are many. That he knows and continues smiling as he jerks his prick quickly a few times to keep it stiff and raging red with blood.He has spotted the best ones across the way. The young girls that seem to be walking about their own apartments with few if any clothes on. Glancing over to his place. He knows they wonder if he is watching them as well. And he is, pulling his cock harder and harder as he walks about his perfect place. Checking his telescope one time, he sees a girl with long, curling hair wave at him as she caresses her pussy. He smiles and waves back, then moves on, doing his normal day’s routine.

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“There is no football game this Saturday. How about we go out to Lake Travis?” Tommy suggested to Blake.”Can’t, my folks are going to be here – all day.””Well then, I guess it’ll just be Charlene and me. Not that that’s all bad…” Tommy looked at Charlene, “…but it’d sure be fun if you could come too.” Tommy continued looking in Charlene’s direction, inviting her agreement.”Of course it’d be great if Blake could go – but he can’t,” Charlene lamented, “so maybe we could invite those guys that were here last Sunday.””Right,” Tommy began, somewhat sarcastically, “And you’re going to wear a towel, like you did then.””Whoa, what the hell is this?” Blake asked, eyes wide, “I mean like Charlene in a towel? Who were the guys?””It was Josh, Leo and Robert,” Tommy explained. “I invited them over – you were in Dallas – and I’d gone out for beer. Charlene answered the door in nothing but a towel.””Not so!” Charlene asserted, “I was wearing panties, too, and besides, I thought it was you. It was an accident.””Very convenient accident,” Blake allowed, knowingly.”It was an accident,” Charlene insisted, “I thought it was Tommy, forgot his keys.””Right,” Tommy said, sarcasm still dripping from his mouth, “that’s why you were still hanging out with them, in just the towel, when I did finally get back.”Charlene opened her mouth to argue, but Blake cut her off, “Forget about what happened last week. Question is, Charlene, what are you going to wear tomorrow?””Say what?” Charlene asked, seeking clarification.”What I think Blake’s asking,” Tommy began as if talking to a fifth grader, “is what are you going to wear to the beach tomorrow?””Well, I guess, whatever you want me to,” Charlene sheepishly replied.Turning toward his friend, Tommy explained, “Blake, I’ve been trying to tell Charlene that she should never wear something, just because I want her to, and that she doesn’t need my permission for anything she does want to wear. Do you think I’m wrong?””Oh no,” Blake replied quickly. “So the question remains, Charlene, what do you want to wear?””How about the bikini you were going to wear that last day at Canyon Lake?” Tommy threw out.”You mean the one I had to keep hidden from Daddy?” Charlene looked inquisitively in Tommy’s direction. “Well, I guess I could… might need a cover up at least part of the time… but yes, I’d like to wear that, so long as Tommy’s okay with it.””You got a problem with that, Tommy?” Blake asked, turning to his friend.”Course not,” Tommy replied cheerily.”And if we do invite those guys from last week, I’m still going to wear the bikini?” Charlene questioned.”Sure, why not?” Tommy replied. “Unless, of course you’d be more comfortable in a towel,” he added sarcastically.”And if I was?” Charlene taunted.While Tommy hesitated, seeking the right comeback, Blake remarked, “Now that would be interesting. You do that and I might even have to find some way to blow my parents off.”—–Tommy was having a beer while awaiting the arrival of Robert, Josh and Leo. Charlene entered the room from the bedroom area. She was wearing a “Barely There” bikini which very definitely lived up to it’s brand name.“Jesus,” Tommy said as he took in the sight of Charlene in her bikini. “No wonder you kept it hidden. Your father would go ballistic if he saw you in that.” He took a deep breath as he looked her up and down. “That is sooo hot.”Charlene put her hands behind her head and turned slowly from side to side. Grinning, she said, “I’m glad you like it. And you’re sure you’re okay with me wearing this around your friends?””Oh shit yeah!” Tommy exclaimed as a knock came on the door. He took his time getting to the door, looking lasciviously over his shoulder at Charlene as she headed in the direction of the bedrooms. As she disappeared up the hallway, Tommy opened the door to Robert, Josh & Leo.”Aw shit,” Robert blurted out as he saw it was Tommy, “We were hoping for Charlene again.”Tommy smirked as he came back with, “Sorry about that, but she is still trying on different towels, trying to find just the right one.””For real?” Josh and Leo spit out in unison.”Nah, just teasing,” Tommy clarified with a grin. “She’s finding something more appropriate for a public beach, but I’m sure you’ll like it. Come in, have a seat. She won’t be long.”—–Charlene thrashed around in her closet looking for something to wear over the bikini. She grabbed a blouse she thought might work. Don’t go overboard, she told herself. Don’t make a big deal out of this. It’s just three guys, Tommy’s friends, and they’ve already seen you in a towel. They’re expecting to see a little skin, so why not?Charlene looked at the blouse. It was a flowery print, button up the front type. It didn’t have a collar but it was a full cut with buttons that went to the neckline. It was also kind of heavy, though – not the least transparent. She held it up to herself and looked in the mirror. Yes, she thought, it is long enough to wear without jeans. My god, is that going to be hot or what?Charlene put the blouse on over her bikini and buttoned it, all but the top two buttons, and again looked at herself in the mirror. Yep, that’ll do. Definitely no jeans. She turned and walked out of the bedroom, down the short hall and into the living room.Her entrance was met with a number of very appreciative stares and at least one low whistle. Charlene blushed a bit as she looked for a seat. Two of the guys were on either end of the couch and no way was she going to sit down between them. The third visitor was occupying the easy chair and Tommy was sitting on the floor. She plopped down next to Tommy.“You’ve only met each other one time, so, just to be on the safe side…” Tommy turned toward Charlene. “…that’s Josh and Leo,” he said, pointing in turn to each of the two on the couch. “And that’s Robert,” he said, pointing to the chair. “And this lovely creature here…” He paused, a grin widening on his face. “…in case you didn’t recognize her without the towel…” He angled a thumb toward his roommate, “… is Charlene.” The guys thought the towel reference was hilarious – Charlene did not.It was still early in the day and there was no rush to get to the beach. Charlene chatted nervously with the three visitors, still slightly miffed over the remark Tommy had made about the towel business. Fortunately, no mention was made of that and Charlene gradually warmed to the looks she was getting from each of them. Her legs were crossed, but carelessly so, and the blouse was riding up some, exposing her upper thighs and causing her otherwise bare legs to attract a considerable amount of attention.Charlene Escort esat whispered in Tommy’s ear, “Good thing I decided on the blouse or we might never get out of here.””Yeah, I think you’re right.””You sure you’re okay with me wearing this bikini, the one you saw me in a few minutes ago?”Tommy cupped his hand over his mouth, directing his reply to Charlene only. “I thought you wanted to wear it. Is there some reason you don’t?”“Well, there’s not much to it, especially the bottoms.”“Uh huh,” Tommy mumbled under his breath. Then again shielding his response from the others he asserted, “The guys’ll love it.”Charlene swallowed deeply before saying aloud, “Good thing Daddy’s not here.”Tommy nodded almost imperceptibly as he addressed the others. “You guys ready for a trip to the beach?”Charlene uncrossed her legs. The blouse had been creeping higher each time she bent to whisper to Tommy. The bottom to her bikini was now nearly visible. The three had all heard Charlene’s remark about Daddy, and with eyes glued to the spot between her bare thighs, each nodded in response to Tommy’s question, expecting to see even more of Charlene when they got to the lake.—–First out of the car, Josh and Leo charged off toward the beach. Leo turned back to confirm that the others were following. “Holy shit!” he exclaimed. Josh turned to see what had caused Leo’s outburst. They were about twenty-five yards from the car where Charlene had just removed the blouse and was tossing it into the backseat of the car.Both Josh and Leo had stopped in their tracks. “Oh my god,” Josh said quietly. “Easy to see why she was afraid of what her father might think.”They were both turned, looking in Charlene’s direction. They spoke quietly. “Well, one thing’s for certain,” Leo remarked.“And…”“It’s for sure she’s clean shaved. If she even had a landing strip it’d be showing.”“For sure and oh jesus, god, will you look at that – she’s tugging it even lower.”“And can you believe? Tommy doesn’t seem to care.”“How’d you like to be living with something like that?”“Are you kidding me? I’d have a boner all the time. I mean like jesus, if she’ll wear that bikini in public, can you imagine what she must wear around the apartment?”Charlene had caught Tommy’s attention. Leo and Josh couldn’t hear what was being said but they could see that Charlene was sort of posing. It looked to them as if Charlene was asking Tommy’s approval of her new suit. He was standing a few feet away and appeared to be inspecting it, especially the lower half.“You could leave the blouse on if you’d rather,” Tommy suggested.Charlene leaned toward Tommy and whispered. “Can’t, spilled my coke on it – besides, I kind of like it this way.” She wiggled her very bare hips and added teasingly, “Me wearing this was your idea, I seem to recall.””Yes it was and if you’re okay with it…” Tommy took another approving look. “…well, I sure am too.”Robert came around from the other side of the car. He was trying to behave himself but the expanse of teenage flesh was too much for him to ignore – he whistled low and nodded his approval. Charlene blushed slightly at the attention Robert was paying her nearly naked body. As they walked toward where Josh and Leo were standing, Robert made regular side glances at Charlene, who certainly was enjoying the attention.Down the path a way, Leo said to Josh, “Uh, I think we better wait. Besides this is way too good to miss,” making it clear that he did not intend to move from that spot.“No argument from me,” acknowledged Josh. Then cupping his hand toward Leo, added, “I mean like jesus god, all you’d have to do is slip your finger in the top of that suit to be rubbing on her clitty.”“No way can that pussy be far away. Has to be right between her legs. I mean, can you imagine having those beautiful stems wrapped around your neck?”Josh and Leo shut up as Charlene, Tommy and Robert approached. “Thanks for waiting,” Charlene chirped.“Not a problem,” replied Josh as Leo nodded his agreement. Both were giving Charlene the serious elevator treatment – looking up and down. “We were enjoying watching—”“Let’s get to the beach,” Robert cut in with his finger to his lips. “We got all afternoon to talk.”—–Charlene was lying on a towel she had spread out on the sand, with the guys surrounding her. There was no doubt she had their attention. She was constantly fiddling with the side ties on the bikini bottoms, first pulling them up, then pushing them back down until she was barely covered.At one point she even undid the ties for a few minutes. She didn’t actually remove the bottoms but she did keep lifting the edge a bit and looking at herself. Then she dropped it back in place and looked at each of the guys, checking to be sure she had their attention. She retied it such that the bottom of the bikini was barely hanging from her hips.With the sides of the bottoms loosely tied and pushed down as far as she dared, Charlene rolled onto her stomach. The bottoms weren’t the thong type but they didn’t cover a lot either. And she had let them slip down to where the crack in her ass extended an inch or two above the upper edge of the bikini bottom. She looked around to be sure everyone was watching.Satisfied that all eyes were on her, Charlene reached behind herself and untied the string to her top. A collective gasp was heard as she dropped the strings to the ground, baring the sides of her breasts. “You guys don’t mind do you?” she needlessly asked. “I don’t want any tan lines on my back.”She was assured by everyone that having the top untied was perfectly okay. The conversation continued with Charlene raising up a little every time she spoke. While still showing enough to keep dicks hard, she was careful to keep her nipples buried in the bikini top.During a lull in the conversation, Charlene took hold of the strings and pulled them behind her back. Then holding them together, but still untied, she sat up. Charlene looked over her shoulder at Tommy who was behind her. “I need you to tie this for me.””How tight do you want it,” Tommy asked quietly.In a low voice, almost a whisper, so as not to be heard by anyone other than Tommy, Charlene replied, “Not too tight.””As far as I’m concerned,” Tommy murmured confidentially, “you could leave it off.””That might be okay with you,” Charlene whispered teasingly over her shoulder, “but for now, it’s staying on.””Yes ma’am,” Tommy agreed saucily, “Just tight enough so you can make like you’re still wearing it.” Tommy did pretty much as he said he would, leaving it loose enough to where it was nearly falling off but etimesgut escort still tight enough to keep Charlene’s nipples covered, although questionably so. “How’s that,” he asked when finished.”Uhm, I like it. I guess this means you’ll be okay if it slips a little while I’m swimming.””Accidentally, you mean,” Tommy whispered conspiratorially.”Of course,” Charlene acknowledged with a grin.Tommy’s friends salivated over the sight presented by Charlene in her loosely tied bikini. Tommy stood to his feet. “You guys ready for a swim,” he asked unnecessarily. Without taking their eyes off Charlene, all nodded in unison. Charlene jumped to her feet and with Tommy and his friends following, sprinted toward the lake. At water’s edge, she splashed onward until the water was up to her knees. Sitting down she let the water splash over her, soaking her and her barely existent bikini. Tommy and his friends caught up with Charlene and parked themselves in a semi-circle, all facing her, anxious to see what effect the water would have on the bikini.As they conversed inanely about anything that came to mind, the moderate wave action of the lake did its work, pushing Charlene’s bikini ever lower, until only her nipples were covered, and then just barely. As they were about to be exposed, Charlene stood and waded off toward shore. Stopping short of the water’s edge, in no more than three or four inches of water, Charlene stretched out on the sandy bottom, the water lightly washing over her, waiting for the guys to catch up with her.One by one they gathered around her, Tommy the closest, the others just out of reach. Charlene reclined on her elbows, her legs open in the direction of her male admirers, her mound barely covered by the tiny bikini bottom. With her fingers she played with the top of her bikini, pushing it upward to where the undersides of her breasts were deliciously exposed, and adjusting the material until all but her nipples were showing. She smiled at the sight of the hard cocks surrounding her. “Are we having fun?” she teasingly asked of the group in general.”Shit yeah!” blurted out Leo, “I wouldn’t be missing this for the world.””And Charlene, you got to be having fun, too,” suggested Robert.”Uh huh, I think I am,” Charlene allowed, her face turning red.”And I would guess too, that this is not your first time to be hanging out with a bunch of guys in not too many clothes,” Robert observed.Charlene looked at Tommy, expecting him to speak up, eliminating the necessity of an embarrasing response. He, however, seemed as anxious as Robert, to hear her answer. She choked and reluctantly admitted, in a voice so low as to be barely heard, “Uh no, not the first time.”Robert pressed on, “I been watching you playing with that top.” He held up, not sure how to continue, or even if he should. After some consideration, he ventured forth with, “And I’m thinking you’d just rather take it off. You could, you know – it’d be fun for all of us, including you and Tommy.”Charlene looked at Tommy, smiling. “Oh I’m sure he’d love it if I did, but actually I was thinking it was time to get out of the water and put some more clothes on, before I get chilled.” With that, she stood and headed off toward where they had left their things, leaving behind three, more likely four, very disappointed young men.As Charlene rummaged through her duffle bag, Tommy and the other three joined her. Pulling a t-shirt from her bag, she handed it to Tommy, politely requesting, “Help me get this on.”Tommy did as requested. Inspecting the tee-shirt as he pulled it over Charlene’s head, he found it was actually a wife-beater type shirt, nearly new and more substantial than not.Tommy quietly offered to help his roommate and lover retie the top of her bikini, but Charlene had other ideas. “No, just pull the shirt down over me and untie and take the bikini top out from under as you do.””Just so I’m clear,” Tommy said with a trace of surprise in his voice, “the bikini top comes off as the shirt goes on?””Uh huh, that’s right, unless you got a problem with it,” Charlene confirmed, looking over her shoulder to see Tommy’s reaction.”Uh no, with this shirt damp and stretched tight over your bare tits, my friends are sure not going to complain…” Tommy was speaking quietly, so as not to heard by the guys. “…and you sure as hell aren’t going to hear any objections from me.” He pulled the shirt down and over Charlene’s wet breasts as he dragged the bikini top free.Charlene looked down at herself. She was covered, but the wife-beater tee had quickly soaked up the moisture from her wet body. Little was left to the imagination. But Tommy had to know what this would look like when he pulled it over my head. And yet, he appears to be as excited as I am. And to think, back at the car, he even suggested I might want to leave the blouse on.The guys were definitely enjoying the sight. Charlene’s headlights were full on and very noticeable. Josh wasted no time in exclaiming, “Wow! And I thought the bikini was hot!””Bet you wouldn’t dare swim in that,” Leo challenged.Charlene, who didn’t know how to back down from a dare, looked quickly to Tommy for approval, then jumped up and dashed for the water. Although the breeze had only picked up some since their arrival, the waves coming ashore on the lake were now approaching the one foot mark. Charlene raced through what little surf there was and dove headlong into one of the larger waves as it came toward the shore.She could tell before the wave passed that its force had dislodged her bikini bottom. She grabbed hold of it and tugged it back into position. Unalterably though, the water had finished the job started by her wet body. Her shirt was now transparent to the point of looking as if she was topless. Although well aware of this, Charlene pretended not to know as she stood and turned to face the guys. In response to their stares though, she was finally forced to look down, pretending surprise and embarassment at finding herself so exposed.Charlene tugged the shirt loose from her tits to where it didn’t seem quite so transparent. She took a few steps closer to the shore, then sat down in the surf. Leaning back on her elbows, she looked down and adjusted the shirt so as to minimize the appearance of nudity. Charlene then motioned for the guys to join her. Tommy appeared to have enjoyed the view she had afforded him and the others when she had stood facing them in the wet shirt. Charlene was confident that Tommy wasn’t going to object about the view she was continuing to provide.As they joined her in etlik escort bayan the surf, Charlene sat up, actually bending over some, such that the wet shirt fell away from her body. Her nipples were still quite visible but she could tell by the tent in Tommy’s jams that he approved. Emboldened by Tommy’s obvious approval and the looks she was getting from his friends, Charlene leaned back on her elbows, allowing the wet shirt to mold itself around her tits. The guys, Tommy too, were sitting in a sort of semi-circle, their backs to the beach, facing Charlene. They were watching her and she was watching them.Tommy, looking at the lake behind Charlene, warned, “Looks like another big one coming.”“Can’t get any wetter,” Charlene shouted as she jumped up and faced the wave head-on. As it slammed against her, she felt the bottom of her bikini slipping, nearly to the point of falling off. Tugging it back in place she turned excitedly to face the guys, her soaked shirt once again making her appear topless.Tommy and his friends had a new reason for staring. Charlene did really look to be topless and she was only a few feet away. Charlene had everyone’s attention and she milked it for all it was worth.At the apartment Tommy had been quite anxious for the guys to see Charlene in her skimpy bikini. However, when they got to the beach, he wasn’t quite so sure, even giving her the option of leaving the blouse on. But with Charlene’s body as the focus of everyone’s attention, especially now that she was wearing only tiny bikini pants and a thoroughly soaked t-shirt, Tommy was becoming turned on by the way she was flaunting her nudity before him and his buddies. She was obviously having fun and so was he. “Oh shit,” he screamed, “Here comes another one!”“Yahoo,” screeched Charlene as she flattened her back against the sand. She spread her arms wide as the wave crashed over her. While there wasn’t much more the water could do to her shirt, it did push her already daringly low bottoms even lower. There was no doubt that Charlene was cleanly shaven. She hastily tugged the bottoms back into place. Looking at Tommy and his friends, she shouted, “What? Never seen one before?” There was silence. No one responded.Tommy got up slowly and came to sit next to her. “I guess I did get a little carried away,” Charlene whispered to Tommy, “You pissed?”Tommy spoke only loud enough to be heard by Charlene. “Not hardly, loving it actually.” Charlene looked questioningly at him. “In fact you could take it off if you want.”Charlene went wide eyed. “Oh wow! You really mean that?” she asked.”Not so loud,” Tommy said in a voice just above a whisper. “Well, I mean, it’s got to be something you want to do, but you’ll get no static from me, whatever you decide.” Turned in the direction of his friends, he continued in the same low voice, adding, “And don’t look so serious.”“Oh yeah,” replied Charlene as she turned her head and eyes toward the other three. She resumed her teasing, splashing water on her shirt, fiddling with the strings at the sides of the bottoms. Then without turning her head, she said to Tommy, “But I hardly know these guys.”“Didn’t seem to bother you last week at the door,” Tommy said, also without turning his head.Charlene turned and looked at Tommy before replying. “Well it’s not going to happen!” She looked back at Tommy’s friends and resumed splashing herself, smiling at the guys as she did.Tommy was quiet. He turned and stared at the empty beach. Without turning his head, in a voice that was barely audible, he said, “Well you could take the shirt off.”Charlene looked at Tommy. In a much more demure tone she asked, “You really do mean that, don’t you?”Tommy turned back to Charlene. “Uhm uh… yeah.”“And you really wouldn’t mind?”“I don’t think so, at least not if you wanted to.”Charlene saw the look on their faces – another big wave was coming. Seconds before it crashed over them Charlene bent forward, her face an inch or so from the shallow surf. As the wave hit, Charlene kicked her legs behind her and flattened the front of her body against the sand. There was a collective groan from Tommy’s friends as they realized what she had done – her tits were now well hidden.“I think it will be better if I just stay this way,” she said loudly enough for all to hear. There were pretended comments of understanding but the overall disappointment was evident. For the most part, Charlene’s front side, breasts and nipples, remained buried in the sand and shallow surf. But, after a time, she got to rolling around in the surf. Then emboldened by the guys renewed interest, she sat up and leaned back on her elbows, enjoying the looks her barely concealed breasts were getting.Charlene made certain that with every wave her shirt got totally soaked. It was obvious that the guys liked her wet look, and she was enjoying having them look. Between waves, an inane sort of conversation continued, talks about everything but what was really on everyone’s mind – Charlene’s body! But Leo finally opened even that door. “You ever been topless?” he asked.Charlene showed no sign of being irritated by the bold question. After all, they were talking about her and she kinda liked it. The question was a reasonable one. “You mean, like with guys watching? That is what you want to know isn’t it?” They nodded. She had a pretty good idea where this might lead. She hesitated before answering. “I guess I have a time or two.””So when was the first time?”Charlene put her hand to her chin as if deep in thought. After a time, she replied, “It had to be in the spring of my Junior year, so maybe a year and a half ago.””Your Junior year? How old were you?” Leo questioned.”Well, I guess I would have been sixteen.””Sixteen? Holy shit, and you were topless?””Uh yeah… I was on a boat, with my boyfriend and his buddies.” Charlene looked quickly at Tommy, then at his three friends. “So you guys think I should go topless here?” she asked.“Sure, why not,” Leo replied. “You’re on the beach, you’re already half way there, Tommy’s with you and well, you just ought to do it.”“This is a public beach, no more than an hour’s drive from the university. Somebody sees me, and it’ll be all over school by tomorrow.”Robert the peacemaker finally spoke. “In case you haven’t been watching, there’s been no-one on this part of the beach all day.”“Well, there’s still you guys. You’d have everybody talking about me before noon tomorrow. Hell they’d probably put out a special edition of the school paper, ‘Charlene Goes Topless at Lake Travis’.” She broke out laughing. The others laughed with her.Robert felt it necessary to explain, “On the other side of that pile of rocks…” he pointed to one side of the beach,”…is Hippy Hollow, where the girls don’t just go topless – they get naked. And most of the people over there, also go to the same school we do. Even if you were to get seen, no one would care.”

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I am a fifty-six-year-old man that had a very bad stroke and I am now, virtually paralysed and in a wheelchair. I had a very severe stroke when I was in my early forties. Now, I can ‘just’ talk, and I can ‘just’ use my left hand and arm. I suppose it’s about 10% on a good day. The rest of my muscles are fucked!I live on my own. I am very slim (with a flat stomach) and very healthy. I have a full head of shoulder-length grey and dark blonde hair and stubble. My penis, just under six-and-a-half inches, has not been affected in any way As a matter of fact, I think that my penis really likes ‘action’ and I am very, very horny!I look at porn most days and have some on a USB stick in my TV, along with some photoshopped, explicit, images of the young carer! (Niki.) So, I jerk off most nights and ‘edge’. I also ‘jelq’ a lot.I suffer with a very, very dry scalp and every Sunday I have a tea tree oil gel massaged through my scalp. This oily gel is in a pot and kept on a shelf by my bed. I can reach this.I put some on my penis, most nights, as it’s great for jerking off and jelqing! Most of it has soaked into my penis by morning. ‘Most’.It leaves it a little bit shiny!I keep a rubber ‘o’ ring under the rubber cover of my mobile phone, that I use as a ‘cock ring’. I use this most nights as, when I am erect, it really squeezes my penis and enhances it! Through an incident that occurred with the young carer, she has seen the ‘o’ ring and she knows where I keep it. So, I am pretty sure that she knows what I use it for!I take various, daily, supplements that enhance my erections, increase my cum volume and help increase precum. As I rely on the carers to dispense them, they just see them as ‘supplements’ for other things….Lately, I keep having erotic experiences with my carers.I have two main carers, one in her early sixties, Fran, who I guess is just over five feet, medium build, with a belly, short grey hair and looks her age. And one in her early thirties, Niki, who is tall, quite slim and pretty, with long blonde hair and she always wears skin tight jeans and very baggy v-neck t-shirts in the summer and a ‘figure-hugging’ top in the winter.Actually, when I think about it, she never used to wear ‘tight’ tops! She rarely reveals her ‘ample’ cleavage but does wear these very tight and very tucked in tops. They really accentuate her largish breasts!She has to stoop down in front of me quite a lot, so in the summer I am treated to seeing her cleavage and the top of her bra! (nine times out of ten it’s lacy!)I get a hard-on in my trousers when she does that!On Fridays, she gives me a shower. When finished, she pulls the commode out to the carpet to dress me and she sits on the floor to do this, giving me a fantastic view of her cleavage and bra, in the summer! My penis starts growing whilst I take in the view, but luckily my erection is squashed and hidden by my hands being in my lap, so she doesn’t notice!I look away, when she is close to finishing, so that my hardon calms down! She’s married, but her esat escort bayan husband works away for about six weeks at a time and comes back for about two or three weeks, then he’s off again! She has two young girls.I have had many erotic dreams about her, and I have jerked off and cum many, many times, when I am in bed thinking about her. I have even jerked off and cum just after she has come in the flat and gone into the kitchen. I quickly cover my penis up and I am wiping the cum off my belly with the duvet, as she walks into the bedroom, greets me and goes into the bathroom to prepare for the shave and bed-bath.Although I do find her very, very sexually attractive, I think she is a wonderful carer and a lovely person, with a lovely personality.The two carers share the week between them. They were both with the care company that I first used, but they went bust in 2014. So, they both work for me privately now, with the county council paying me, which I then pass on to them.I think the young one started here in 2008, and the older one in 2009. So, they know me very well and have both seen me with an erection and the older one has commented on the size of my penis! She is divorced and single and has a ‘thing’ for me!I love exposing my aroused penis to them, especially the younger one. I do play with myself, when I hear them coming in.They do a few bits in the kitchen first, before they come in the bedroom to give me a bed-bath. I make sure that my penis is partially aroused before they take the duvet off!I have three pillows and a knee cushion, that they have to remove. So, as they take each one out and turn away, I am able to ‘quickly’ massage my penis to keep it aroused.As they wash my body and turn away to soap up the flannel, I, very, very quickly, massage my penis again, so that when they come to washing my penis and drying it, more blood flows into it and it gets quite engorged! Especially when the young carer does it! But it’s still lying on my upper left thigh. It’s practically a full erection, but it hasn’t started rising!Sometimes, a bit of precum oozes out!This happened a good few months ago now with the old carer. Only it went very, very erect and some precum dribbled down it! I normally ask her to leave me for five minutes, but I know she watches me, well part of me, and has done for years!I haven’t got a bedroom door, but when the bathroom door is open it, more or less, blocks the hallway to my room, leaving about an eight-inch gap to the wall. So, she can stand there, behind the door and get a good view of my bottom half, but I can’t see her.I have a picture hung there and I can see the reflection of the top of her head in the glass! But that morning I was feeling very, very horny!”Sorry about that, Fran.””Don’t worry about it!””Do you mind if I touch it?””No. You just carry on! Don’t mind me!”I didn’t!I wiped the precum over my very swollen penis and started pumping as she watched. I pumped my penis about a dozen times or so.”Do Escort etimesgut you want to do it?””Okay.”I let go and she wrapped her hand around my penis and started pumping, quickly.After about twenty or so pumps, I could feel that I was about to cum. My legs tensed and my head lifted up off the pillow.Fran slowed down.”Do you mind if I don’t waste it!””Nooo!”She put the head of my penis in her mouth, just as I started to cum!”Gosh, it’s quite big!”She continued to pump me, slowly, until I had finished cumming. She took the rest of my penis in her mouth, before slowly standing up. Sucking as she did so!”Mmmmm salty…! I’ve had dreams about doing that!… Do you think I should put that in the book?”We both laughed!”I could put it down as ‘personal’ services!”We laughed again, before I said, “Perks of the job!”We both laughed.Since then, about every two weeks, she has jerked me off a number of times, at my request, and put my penis in her mouth, twice, just as I was cumming.Lately though, the past few weeks, I have just jerked off whilst she watches, as I prefer that!…The other carer, the young one, has seen me ejaculate, but I know from a conversation we’ve had that she prefers not to see me ‘relieve’ myself and I respect that. She does make me erect and want to cum though!Most mornings, when she is working, I get a full erection either before she washes my penis or after.When she’s faced with my erect penis, she just drapes the towel over it. Sometimes it subsides and sometimes (especially when her husband is away) it gets more erect and I want to cum!When I do feel that I need to cum, I say to her that ‘something is going to happen’ and she goes into the kitchen until I call her back. I then uncover my penis, pump it about half a dozen times, angle it over the towel and cum! This has been happening, once or twice, most weeks, over the past couple of months.I never used to cum when she was around, I just used to get an erection. But over the past few months, I have got very, very erect and excited when she was on shift and I have needed to cum. I must say that I like cumming when Niki is around as I cum quicker. I seem to have more cum and I cum with more force, resulting in a substantial squirt or two!We had a chat a month or so ago and I felt very, very awkward about it, but she assured me not to feel embarrassed or awkward and that I could tell her anything. I told her that lately, she has made me feel very ‘sexually’ aroused, causing me to get an erection!”Mmmm! It doesn’t really bother me, but I can just cover it up if you want me to. But don’t feel embarrassed about it!””I’m not really. I suppose that talking about it makes me embarrassed!”Since then, when her husband is away, I have noticed that she tends to leave my erection uncovered for longer and longer periods of time. At first, it was quite immediate, but then It was about five seconds when her husband had just gone away. Now it’s a good twenty, or so, seconds!Not that I mind!The etlik escort other day, when her husband had been away for nearly six weeks, as she washed and dried my body, my penis started filling up with blood. When she came to wash it, it started to lift up quite quickly and some precum formed on the tip as it continued rising.She didn’t comment on it and didn’t dry it. She knows that I am quite a horny guy!She walked around the other side of the bed, picked up the fresh pile of clothes off the floor, placed them on the bed. Then she went to place the towel over my penis, just as a bit more precum oozed out, causing a trickle of precum to run down my penis.I was very, very, very excited! My heart was beating so much and by now, my penis was really, really hard! I needed to cum!”Niki? Do you want to give me a few minutes? As something is going to happen!””Do you want me to go?””Well no! But I think I will feel a bit awkward with you being here.””John, I have told you that you are not to feel awkward or embarrassed around me.””Okay.”I uncovered my swollen penis and Niki looked a bit shocked!”Oh!”I don’t know what she was expecting.”I will give you a few minutes to relieve yourself!”I was so close to cumming as I was so very excited and very, very hard. She turned to go.”Do you want to hold it?””No, John, I shouldn’t!”Another bead of precum formed on the tip, probably caused by her presence.By this time, she was nearly out of the room. But, by now, I was very, very horny and feeling very, very cheeky and brave!”Please, Niki! Just for a moment!”She turned around and approached the bed.”I shouldn’t, but just quickly, okay! Then I will go and let you relieve yourself!”She reached out and put her gloved hand around my penis!Although she was wearing gloves, the feeling of her hand around my swollen penis was just too much and I started to cum, just as she closed her fingers around my penis!”I’M CUMMING!”I squirted a rope of cum a good three feet in the air narrowly missing her face and landing on the floor. She angled my penis away from her as I quickly squirted another two ropes of cum, but not as high as the first one. She moved my foreskin up and then back down again, slowly, as more cum flowed out and ran onto her gloved hand.”Sorry about that, Niki. I really didn’t think it would happen so quickly!”My penis was still erect and still cumming a little bit as she let go.”Mmmmm!” It was a fed-up, ‘Mmmmm.’. “I need to change my glove.”She disappeared into the bathroom and moments later returned wearing a clean glove and holding a flannel.”I am so sorry, Niki!”My penis was still big, but laying by the top of my left thigh, in a bit of cum.She sighed, “Can’t be helped I suppose!”She wiped up the two bits of cum that landed on my tummy, before wiping around the base of my penis, then holding it out of the way, whilst she wiped up the rest of the cum. She then used another part of the flannel to wipe over my penis.Niki began to dress me and we made small talk. Just before she got me up, she had to wipe up a bit more of my cum, that had leaked out as my penis had shrunk….I loved it when she held my erect penis and the strength of my cumshot was INCREDIBLE! I, really, hope that she is okay about everything and that our relationship will be okay. I’m sure she is and I’m sure it will be.

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It was getting closer to our wedding day. Bridget wasn’t getting to be the Bridezilla that she could have been.  I was happy about that.  However, it was her mother who was becoming the monster-in-law. I understand, I really do.  She only wants the best for her little girl.  But her overbearing demeanor and her holier-than-thou attitude towards me was getting on my last nerve.Thankfully, Bridget knew how her mom was and she promised that she would make it up to me.  I believed that she would. Since we met, she had done everything she could to make me happy.  I have done an equal job at making her happy.“Baby, I want you to know that I love you.  Mom has been driving me crazy too.  I will make it up to you, I promise.”“And just how do you plan on making it up to me, sweetie?”“By doing a lot of wild and crazy things with you before and after the wedding.  Things that would drive my mom crazy if she ever found out.”“Oh, really?  What do you have planned for us?”“Oh no. You’ll find out soon enough,” she smirked and then kissed me. Bridget’s mom was incredibly old school and wouldn’t let her move in with me until we were married.  Even then, I wasn’t too sure. I didn’t like it at all, but I kept quiet to keep the peace for both of us.  It was the weekend before the wedding.  We decided we would be different and have a combined bachelor/bachelorette party with friends.  We went out to dinner with close family and the bridal party.  We wanted to unwind and let loose at the party so we arranged for my neighbor, Doug, to occupy her mom so we could have some fun.  Doug was a lonely widower.  We did this to thank him for watching our house during our honeymoon.After dinner and a couple of dances, we feigned exhaustion to her mom and bid her a farewell.  Doug would be taking her home after they had coffee and dessert. Once we left the restaurant, we headed to the strip club. This was Bridget’s idea.  I paid the admission fee for myself.  Bridget’s was free and mine was half off because I was with her.  It wasn’t too busy for a Friday night.  We found a table near the stage.  I wasn’t a prude, but I was still shocked that Bridget wanted to be there.“Bridget, what brought this trip on?  You know you’re my only one.”“Bret, I told you I was going to make up for my mom being such a bitch towards you.” I looked at her with a stunned look on my face. “Yes, honey, I know she is.  I also know you keep quiet because you love me and don’t want to cause problems. This is only the beginning.  Sit back and enjoy the show.”How could I not enjoy it?  My fiancé bringing me to a strip club. Hot women to look at with her approval. The music was my favorite, 80s hairbands. It was blaring in the sound system.  How was I going to argue with her?  Bridget’s eyes were glued to the dancer on stage.  She watched her every move.  Then, her hand started to rub my cock through my jeans.  I was already hard, but her hand made me even harder.  I glanced over to Bridget, she had her other hand up her skirt and her panties pulled to the side finger fucking her beautiful, sweet snatch. I grabbed hold of her hand and pulled it towards my mouth.  I licked her juices off her hand and let her go back to fingering herself. “Mmmmm, elvankent escort bayan you taste delicious.”“I know you like it.  Just wait until later.”What was she planning? I wanted to know but was just going to let the night play out.After the song ended and the dancer gathered her dollar bills and went backstage, Bridget told me she was headed to the bar to refill our drinks.  She handed me a couple of ones in case she wasn’t back in time for the next dancer. A few minutes later, a cocktail waitress dropped off a drink for me and said Bridget would be right back.  I took a sip of my drink and the next song started playing. I heard the sitar start to play and thought to myself, “It couldn’t be.”  One of my favorite songs.  It was the Electric Boys. ‘All Lips and Hips’. It was so fitting for a strip club. The stage lights lit up and out strutted a tall, leggy redhead in a short skirt.  My jaw dropped.  My Bridget was on the stage with the whole club watching her shake her ass at me.  She turned to look at me in the eyes and gave me a sultry smile. She really was going out of her way to make up for her mom being a bitch.  I don’t think I could love her any more than I do right now. Bridget walked towards the stripper pole in the middle of the stage and gave it a twirl or two, enough to give the other side a glimpse of her.  Then, she made her way back to me.  Her blouse was half off and then she threw it at me. She turned around and bent over and grabbed her ankles, thus showing her ass to this side of the club.  Once she stood up, she unzipped her skirt and it dropped to her feet.  Then she kicked it to the side of the stage.  Bridget made her way around to the other side of the stage to give them another good look at her assets.Once she made her way back towards me, she had already taken her bra off.  The sight of her almost naked body was so hot!  I didn’t care that everyone saw her. She wasn’t ashamed of her body, and I wasn’t either.  I was proud of my fiancé.  Especially knowing that the guys from the club were going to be so jealous when they saw me leaving with her.  Probably even a few of the women too. The music died off and Bridget grabbed her clothes and headed backstage. A few minutes later, the cocktail waitress gave me a note from Bridget.BretYou are invited to the VIP room in the back for a special private dance with your favorite dancer.  Just show the card to the bouncer.  Love You.  BridgetI was holding a gold VIP pass in my hand as I got out of my seat and headed towards the back of the club.  I showed the bouncer my pass and he let me through the door.  There was no one else in the room.  Bridget walked out of a side door wearing a short, silky robe.  She walked over to me, grabbed me, and gave me a big hug and kiss.“Did you like my surprise, honey?”“Hell yes, I did.  I couldn’t believe it when you walked out to that song.”“I know.  I saw it on your playlist for the gym when I looked through your songs for one to dance to for my little surprise.  I really liked it.  I have always wanted to try something like that, and this gave me the perfect opportunity to try my dance moves out.”“Do you have Escort emek any other moves you’d like to show me?” I asked.Bridget walked over to the mini-jukebox and pushed a button.  “Girls, Girls, Girls” by Motley Crue started to play and Bridget dropped her robe. She was wearing thigh highs with a matching sheer bra and high heels.God, did she look sexy.  Bridget led me to the sofa and sat me down. She climbed on my lap and started grinding away.  Her hands unbuttoned my jeans and fished out my cock.  Her hands stroked my already hard shaft. “Bridget, you’re going to make me cum.”“Oh no, you don’t.  You are not cumming until that sexy cock is buried in my soon-to-be-married pussy.” As she said that, she sat up and slid my cock into her moist and waiting pussy.  “Oh Bret, that feels so fucking good.  Make me cum, baby.” Bridget’s hips gyrated on my cock. I threw my head back as Bridget put her hands on my chest and rode me even harder.  “Fuck, baby.  I’m going to cum on your cock.”“Do it, Bridget. I’m right there with you, honey.  I’m going to fill you with my spunk.”“Yes! Fill my pussy.”  I felt her pussy tighten around my cock.  That spurred my cock to shoot my load in Bridget as I pulled her hips towards me to get my cock in as deep as I could. After our orgasms subsided, Bridget was draped over my body, her arms draped around my neck. I held her just close.  I was still semi-hard and still in her pussy.  I looked around the room as we held each other.  No one else was in the room.  I could hear music playing from the club on the other side of the VIP Room.  The jukebox had shut off. “How did you do all of this? Especially this,” I said as I pointed to the both of us still locked in our passionate coupling. “I thought this was kind of illegal in places like this.”“Well, a close friend is an owner, and this was part of a wedding gift to us. As for us fucking here in the VIP Room, I am not an employee.  So, it would be more like indecent exposure rather than prostitution. But it is just us here, so no one really knows what went on here.”“I won’t tell if you won’t.  It will be our dirty little secret.” With that, I pulled her into another kiss with lots of tongue. Bridget got up and we both got dressed and headed out of the VIP Room back to our table.  The waitress refreshed our drinks and I asked Bridget about the rest of the wedding gift. “That is my little secret. You will find out soon enough. “ I wasn’t going to push it because it wouldn’t get me anywhere. If Bridget sets her mind to something, that’s it.  She is stubborn like that.  It’s one of the many things I love about her.We stayed another hour just relaxing and talking about the busy week ahead of us.  I politely declined another drink from the waitress, and I told Bridget we were leaving. She looked at me with a mixture of excitement and disappointment.  That is until I told her I had a surprise for her at home to give her. We got back to our place about midnight.  We started fucking in the living room, made our way to the kitchen, and finally ended up in our bed, where we collapsed in each other’s arms about two hours later.I woke up to Bridget nuzzling my neck with her lips eryaman escort and a hand on my cock; my hand found its way to her ass, and then it was deep inside her wet pussy. I had her well on her way to an orgasm that she stopped stroking my cock and her orgasm just consumed her. As she came down from her sex-filled high, she jumped up and ran to the bathroom.“Come on, baby.  We must meet mom for brunch.  We must get showered and get going so we won’t be late. We don’t need her getting mad at us so close to the wedding.  We have enough to worry about.”“Really, Bridget?  You’re going to do that to me? Leave me with blue balls this morning after I got you off.” I said as I walked into the bathroom and jumped in the shower with her.“Bret, you know how mom has been since we got engaged.  I want her to love you as I do.  Well, maybe not that much.” She said giggling. I grabbed the shower gel and started lathering myself up, but I couldn’t control myself and started soaping Bridget up as best I can.  She was fighting me off as best she could.  Her best really wasn’t all that good. “Come on, Bret. We’re going to be late.”“Bridget, I’ll make it up to your mom every day if you just relax with me right now,” I said.I moved her wet hair away from her neck and started kissing her from behind. My hands went around her and enveloped her breasts.  Bridget moaned softly.  Her defenses were getting lower. I slid one hand down towards her pussy, while still holding her boobs with the other.  I gave her clit a little rub and sunk two fingers into her wet pussy and then she became putty in my hands.“Oh yes, baby. Do it.  Just take what you want from me.” I didn’t waste any time.  I slid my cock in as I bent her over.  Hot water was pouring down over us as I fucked her hard and fast. Within minutes we both came hard and then we got ourselves rinsed and cleaned off.  We got out and quickly dried off. Once we were dressed, we were on our way to brunch.  Bridget looked beautiful in her sundress and heels. I threw on khakis and a button-down shirt and tie.  Once we got to the restaurant, we headed in.  We didn’t see her mom waiting for us. “Shit, Bret.  She’s already been seated.  Mom’s going to be pissed at me,” Bridget said.“Relax, Bridget.  I’ll take the heat for this one,” I said.  “Besides, I was the one fucking you in the shower to make us late anyway,” I whispered to her.  She blushed at me and smacked my arm while she mouthed, “I love you.”“Sorry, we’re a little late, mom,” Bridget said immediately as we sat down at the table. “Yes, Madelaine.  It was all my fault.  I was trying to look my best for you today.  I wanted to look and be the best for Bridget and, of course, you.  Bridget loves you, so I love you too.”“Well, thank you for your honesty, Bret.  I was expecting you to tell me some lame-ass story or whatnot.  I accept your apology,” she said.Madelaine got up out of her seat and walked over to me and gave me a hug and kiss. Then she walked back to her seat.  I looked at Bridget with a shocked look on my face.  I saw the look on hers.  We had no idea what was going on with mom.  We had a nice brunch with Bridget’s mom.  We were still in shock over her mom’s treatment of me during brunch.  Both of us were expecting a fight when we showed up late, especially when I took the blame for our tardiness. After brunch, we went shopping to grab a few things we needed for the week. We didn’t want to be running around all week. We were trying to make this a low-to-no-stress week. 

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Crisp bags, half-eaten sandwiches and the odd cigarette butt decorated the faded vinyl floor to the buffet car.  I looked briefly at the empty rubbish bin standing, somewhat redundant, below the misted window as the train jerked slightly.  As it began to pull away from the crowded platform, my hand steadied a tepid bottle of Stella Artois as the shabbily dressed and seemingly lifeless bartender returned with my change.  He tossed it carelessly over the unwashed counter before bringing his charm to bear on the next customer.As I raised the bottle to my lips, my mind began to wander.  A sudden burst of adrenaline rushed through me as I pictured her standing there, close to the railings, waiting patiently for me to arrive.  I had deliberately told her that my train would arrive at 8.10 pm, fifteen minutes earlier than scheduled.  And even though she had probably thought to check the train times herself, I knew that she would be there early.  Just standing there, inappropriately dressed, as usual, her embarrassment clearly esat escort visible to all who passed by.It would, perhaps, be helpful to explain before I continue.  My name is James, I am twenty-nine years old and I work and live in London.  My girlfriend, Victoria, is twenty-two, extremely submissive and in her final year at college in the West Country.  Our relationship is incredibly strong and she often comments as to how comfortable she feels around me.  Or, more precisely, as she prefers to put it, that we fit like ‘a hand in a glove’.  The love that we have for one another is intense, to say the very least, and our sex life exceeds, by far, anything that either of us has ever experienced.  Having met just over a year ago, I catch a train, after finishing work, on most Fridays to be with her.  And whether it be rain or shine, our weekends together are always eventful.  An early start on the Monday morning is, however, the price that has to be paid as London once again, beckons my return.The etimesgut escort bayan train began to slow as it approached my station.  An overwhelming desire for revenge eclipsed my thoughts as I placed the rancid bottle of beer on the floor as far from the bar as possible.  Creating a little extra work for the barman might, I hoped, add just something to his misery.  Grabbing my bag, my mind once again turned to her as I made my way towards the end of the carriage.  The familiar muffled announcements echoed along the crowded concourse as I pulled the window down and reached out. Stepping down to the platform, I turned briefly to help an older lady with her luggage.  After wishing her a lovely weekend, I slammed the train door closed, slung my bag over my shoulder and set off.“Good girl,” I whispered, looking towards the exit.  She was in the exact place that we had arranged, leaning almost casually against the railings to the underpass, her cheeks visibly flushed.  She Escort etlik really was so damn cute.  At just over five foot four inches tall, she was wonderfully slim and her boobs were a perfect 32B cup.  Her almost black, short page boy hairstyle made her look a little tomboyish, I suppose, but it suited her so well.  To be honest, she was absolutely stunning.  Stretching to her toes, she searched through the mass of passengers before spotting me and waving madly.  Her nipples pushed hard against her tight, dark blue T-shirt whilst the short black skirt that she was wearing barely covered her knickers.  With my heart rate surging, I let my bag drop to the ground.  My thoughts jumped immediately from just being with her again to something altogether more obscene as our bodies embraced.  With our lips locked, and tongues deep in battle, we kissed passionately as her back pressed hard against the railings.  Victoria pulled away as our lips parted and I stepped back.  She smiled nervously before widening her stance a little more, still managing somehow, to appear casual.  With her legs almost two feet apart, she looked into my eyes, softly biting her lower lip.  Her already crimson cheeks began to burn as she realised how totally exposed she was to the commuters as they filed up and down the stairs behind her.   

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Oh – my – fucking – God.Final touches in place, Jaylee contemplated what she had become. This time around.Over the past quarter-year she’d undergone multiple transformations in Cherry’s New York loft apartment. Maid strapped into boob-clenching latex. Leashed and collared pet, kneeling nude by her water bowl, awaiting the ‘Come’ command. Some shape of artist’s Muse–be it pastiche Disney princess, ballerina or burlesque star–for her lover to render in clay. Temporary mutations–none more ripe with connotation than this one.I’m dessert.Screened off, so Cherry might play hostess without spoiling her coup de theatre, Jaylee quaked in April’s mild chill. The apartment’s heating was low to minimize pre-melt. ‘You won’t be cold for long, sweetness,’ her artist-girlfriend had reassured. ‘Soon you’ll be all kinds of warm.’ Jaylee’s shudder wasn’t cold-related. The words lingered like nuzzling bees as Cherry ushered in her chattering guests.Oh Jesus Christ…She wondered, as host and guests hugged their greetings, what Jesus Christ would think on seeing her now. Maybe he could see. Invoking the Lord’s name in moments of arousal still caused Jaylee a guilty frisson, reminding her how deliciously far she’d fallen.Pursuit of sexy romance–boys only–had indicated her earliest disaffection with church. Aged twenty she realised that romance aside, she just plain loved cock. Cue the sucky-fucky years, her burgeoning career in fitness supplying gymfuls of muscular prospects with whom to indulge. And then along came Cherry, ripe with bad intentions like the one to pop Jaylee’s.‘Hetero as it gets’ she’d have labelled herself at the year’s turn, riding in this new one on a big dick. Mere months later her adorned nipples prickled at the feminine energy pervading Cherry’s studio. God, what’s happening to me?She’d broached it in the sticky aftermath of February’s inaugural trib-fest. Escort elvankent ‘I don’t know what this is,’ she said, tracing a line between herself and her sleek, ebony lover, whose gaze had stolen her during a mediocre date with some gym bore.‘Do you like it?’ Cherry’s dark eyes penetrated like no cock ever had.‘Fuck…’ Cherry’s labia were still kissing hers. Her fingers entwined knot-hard with those of her sapphic sex-partner. ‘Oh God… I love it.’‘Then just let it be.’‘I’m lost.’ Jaylee chewed her lip, aware of how it turned her seducer feral. ‘Figured I was all grown up, but I know nothing…’‘Let me do the knowing.’ Cherry stroked her face. ‘And the doing. When you stop liking, tell me.’‘I will,’ Jaylee promised.Forget liking–she now craved. The harsher Cherry’s strictures, the sweeter the rewards. The meaner her lover’s demands, the more exquisite the caresses that followed. Jaylee had never loved women as such. But she loved how this woman made her feel.Which was how, exactly?As Cherry clinked bottle to glass and offered buffet savouries to her guests, the question still nagged. But formulating thought beyond further profanity proved impossible. Jaylee was way too aware of what her outward transfiguration portended, and of what imminent events might reveal, so–Jesus fuck!!!‘You’re bi now?’ her lifelong friend Ava had puzzled.‘No. I don’t know. This girl fascinates me. This particular girl. That’s all. Probably.’Later she asked Cherry, their faces still wet with each other’s juice. ‘Am I?’‘That’s not my call, hon.’ The woman who’d been mastering her body, softly kissed her neck. ‘What do you think?’‘I think I…’ Jaylee floundered mid-response.‘…Need more data?’ Cherry’s whisper invested that mundane word with depraved possibilities.Heart accelerating, Jaylee took the bait. ‘What had you in mind?’‘Hell, baby, emek escort craziness you can’t imagine. Something to blow your mind. Would you like that?’The stakes felt high–but every Cherry adventure made Jaylee wetter than a spring meadow in her native New England. So she answered ‘Yes’.Screened off and a unique kind of nude, she saw the whole plan and it made her smooth-coated thighs quiver.Thoroughness was Cherry’s watchword. Buffet prepared, she’d done likewise with Jaylee. Everything was shaved–not, the razor’s recipient knew, due to distaste for body hair, but out of pure practicality. The same was true of the douche, although applying it, Cherry didn’t spare her sub’s blushes.‘God, you love having your ass played with, baby-slut,’ she taunted, as the nozzle probed, and Jaylee turned crimson. ‘Now let’s flood that pretty butthole.’Jaylee yelped as the jet surged up her rear like a liquid tongue, her lover’s laughter rich and mocking.Cleansing complete, Cherry spooled her pet’s hair into a neatly secured bun, before stripping to glorious buxom nudity and backing her, panther-like, into the shower. ‘Damn, girl, I could eat you already.’ Cherry kissed hungrily, but otherwise restrained her cannibal instincts, choosing instead to apply the soap–with sensual rigour.‘Gotta get this sexy-ass canvas clean,’ she said, slithering suds about Jaylee’s boobs, before squishing her own full globes against them–dark on milky white, full on pert. Her hands glided down Jaylee’s sudsy body, grasping handfuls of ass flesh, her expression a mid-point between predatory and tender.‘You are who you are,’ she said, as the jets pelted. ‘You like what you like. So don’t think with that.’ She touched Jaylee’s forehead. ‘Use this instead…’ (tapping her chest) ‘…and this,’ (curling a middle finger into the wetness of her cunt) ‘and you’ll get your eryaman escort bayan answers. Uh-huh?’‘Uh-huh,’ Jaylee moaned, knees weak and lower belly tightening. ‘God, I wanna cum.’‘Not yet,’ Cherry admonished, withdrawing her finger. ‘But you will.’ Then she completed the ablutions, no spot left unattended.The final promise echoed in Jaylee’s mind, as the buffet reached its close.‘Palate cleanser,’ Cherry explained, sharing out some liquid refreshment. The guests queried their host’s secrecy with amusement as they drank. One voice Jaylee recognised, but in the ecstasy of anticipation she could not quite place it.All Cherry’s work remained intact. Uncracked. Beautiful. The full-length mirror in which Jaylee had first viewed her transmutation stood close by, so she could check whenever she dared. And how could she not feast her eyes on the confection she now was?From the nape of her neck to her cute, manicured toes, every inch was painted in chocolate–thick, dark and glossy. Not daubed, not slathered, but painted–every nook of under-boob and cranny of butt-crack touched to a flawless finish. ‘This ain’t no Pollock, this is Vermeer,’ Cherry had stated, drawing her brush fresh from the bowl around the curve of Jaylee’s breast. Four batches the artist had prepared of her own recipe, each uniquely flavoured for a different part of her subject’s body. And how the work-in-progress had shuddered, as her mistress’ brush lick-lick-licked its way about her person. Till she was all delicious cocoa to her chin, blended from there into lighter facial tones.Nor was Jaylee a uniformly chocolate bunny. The rich coating, applied warm and sticky, was glue for all the candies that bedecked her body. From her clavicle, curving down between her breasts, stretched a constellation of multi-coloured stars, interspersed with half-moon slices of crystallised orange and lime. Her neck was studded with a gummy collar, while about her waist was slung a circlet of strawberry liquorice strings. Bright crisp-shelled buttons followed the contour of her spine, and her shoulders were powdered with space dust. A rainbow of candy pinpricks sequined one whole side of her face.

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 Nancy informed Alice that she would be using the bedroom to dress me, and that she should pick out an outfit consisting of no fewer than seven articles, gather her make-up and whatever else she required and then use another room to get dressed. Furthermore, Nancy informed Alice if she didn’t like what she was wearing when she returned that she would be punished, and to not waste any time dressing as she would require her help in transforming me. I had the feeling that no matter what she came back wearing she was going to be punished.”Now the fun begins,” said Nancy with a snicker. I was led back into the bedroom and for the time being tied to the corner post at the foot of the bed while Nancy went through my clothes and picked out what she wanted me to wear. Nancy started with a butt plug and harness making sure the plug completely inserted in my ass and the harness was pulled tight. Next she picked out a black 34D bra and my falsies, freed my hands from the post, put them on me and then retied my hands. She picked out my purple open bottomed 6-gartered girdle, a short purple half slip and the purple lace top stockings followed by a pair of black ankle strap pumps with 6″ heels. By now my cock was throbbing so hard and Nancy was making sure to stroke and caress every inch of my body that I felt as though I would explode at any minute and having her occasionally press and wiggle that big butt plug around in my ass didn’t help either. My black under bust corset would be next and with her knee in the middle of my back Nancy pulled and laced it tighter than it had ever been, leaving me gasping for air. Having completed my underpinnings it was time for my make-up and nails. Once again I was untied, Çukurambar escort bayan my robe was put on, and I was led back into the bathroom where I was ordered to sit in a chair and my hands were tied to the armrests.Along about this time Alice had finished dressing and returned to the bathroom, where she was instructed to do my nails, false eyelashes and apply foundation to my face, making sure to conceal any beard growth. She was instructed not to speak to me or to peek underneath my robe at what I was wearing. Nancy informed Alice that she was thirsty and to go make some drinks while she finished with my make-up and outerwear which consisted of a white blouse, black mini skirt, and a wide purple belt. Nancy was so pleased (I was too) with the way I looked that she said that we needed to take me out and show me off. Alice returned with our drinks and Nancy told her of her plans to go out but first Nancy took Alice by the hand over to the wall and told her to assume the position.”Wider,” Nancy exclaimed, referring to Alice’s legs. “Now lift your skirt and let’s have a look at what you have on.” Alice slowly lifted her short gray skirt revealing a matching pink garter belt and panties. Nancy proceeded to slowly pull down the panties revealing Alice’s tight ass.”Now don’t move,” said Nancy. Stepping over to the nightstand, Nancy picked up yet another butt plug and lube. Upon seeing what Nancy was up to Alice became very uneasy.”I haven’t ever done anything like this before,” said Alice and she began to sob.”Now now sweetie this will only hurt a lot,” Nancy said with glee as she began lubing up Alice’s asshole. Alice’s legs were visibly shaking as Escort demetevler Nancy began to insert the plug and Alice let out a scream which made Nancy stop what she was doing.”If you do that again I’ll gag you. Understand?” Nancy barked. Alice nodded that she understood and Nancy finished inserting the butt plug and informing her that it would be her responsibility to make sure that it did not come out until instructed otherwise. Nancy pulled up the panties and allowed Alice to stand upright and turn around and face Nancy, whereupon she pinned her to the wall, reached one hand down between her legs to fondle her pussy through her skirt, and placed her other hand on the back of Alice’s neck, pulled her in close and gave her a big, long, wet kiss. The rest of Alice’s outfit consisted of a white, back buttoned, high collared blouse, a tailored 3-buttoned 3/4 sleeved blazer that matched her skirt and nude stockings ending in some gray stiletto heeled pumps.”Collars, we need collars, before we go out we need collars and leashes,” said Nancy. Alice went over to the bondage trunk and got two leather collars, one red for herself the other black for me and two little matching leashes and handed them to Nancy who then instructed us to turn around and lift our hair out of the way while she buckled up our collars and leashed us up.”There now you are both my bitches and will behave as such, now grab your purses and coats and lets go,” said Nancy. Once in the car, there was time to my swollen cock subside and to gather my composure. I began to wonder what was next on Nancy’s agenda. Even though I had been dressing for years this would be the very first time I would dikmen escort be out in public or would have to interact with other people. Our first stop was this quiet little cocktail lounge that Nancy liked. As soon as we exited the car the whole process started over again as the cool night air blew between my legs and up my skirt and my cock began to swell and stiffen in anticipation of what we may find inside. I was somewhat relieved to see that for a Friday night there weren’t too many people in the place and we were able to get a booth in a dark corner. After we seated our selves I was instructed to do two things. First, I was to go to the bar and get the drinks and second, I was to drop something so I could then, without bending my knees, bend over and pick it up, revealing my pantyless cock and balls. Now I was shaking all over as I stood up, retrieved my wallet from my purse, and began walking towards the bar. Halfway across the floor I dropped my wallet, and as quickly as I could bent over and picked it up. Once at the bar and in my best attempt at a feminine voice I croaked out our drink order. I stood frozen waiting for the bartender to make our drinks all the while feeling as though the entire lounge was focused on me. Thank god the bartender was a woman and although she was grinning from ear to ear she maintained her composure and treated me with respect. For this I gave her a very large tip and hastily made my way back to our table. The girls were giggling wildly as I returned with the drinks and so were a few others in the place. My face was red with embarrassment. We were almost finished with our drinks and I was beginning to think we would be leaving soon when a young man approached our table.”Hey Nancy, what’s up, who are your friends?” My heart started pounding as she began to speak. “Dan!” Nancy said with delight. “I’m so glad to see you, come sit down.” Nancy motioned for me to stand up and let Dan slide in between Alice and myself.”Dan this is Alice and…” Nancy paused for a minute.

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My First Real Outfit I started completely dressing in women’s clothes shortly after high school. I didn’t really own anything of my own but I would fully dress in my mothers clothes a few times when I knew she would be gone for a few hours.. Usually it was just pantyhose, bras, and panties that I would borrow from my mom . I had experimented with it a bit when younger, stealing my mom’s pantyhose and jerking myself to incredible orgasms while wearing them or being forced to wear them from a older friend when I was young. I loved the feeling of the silky smooth nylon on my legs and cock. I would occasionally put on one of her night gowns with the hose, the feeling of the satin touching the nylon hose would drive me nuts and I would just lay on the bed and roll around rubbing my legs against the gown. When I went off to college I was able to explore my fondness of all things soft and silky even more. I had a roommate but he would leave every weekend to go home to Houston and I would have the whole place to myself. This is when I first really started to “dress up” and be the woman I desired to be. I skipped class on a Friday and drove to Houston . I went to a lingerie store and bought myself some really sexy gear. I remember it like it was yesterday. I bought a red lacey “Wonder Bra”, matching thong, garter belt, and a pair of black Escort Çukurambar lace top thigh highs. I found a sexy red strappy spandex type dress that was short, but not too short, maybe about 3 inches above the knee and had a sexy slit up the side. I went to the counter to pay and the lady looked up at me and smiled. She told me that who ever I was buying this for sure would like it. I just smiled back and said I hope so, it’s for a special night. She sort of giggled and said that she hopes she likes it and placed it in tissue paper and then slid it in a bag for me. I got in my car and drove off looking for a shoe store to buy some girly shoes. I went to a Famous Footwear store and went in. I browsed around trying to look inconspicuous in the women’s shoe dept., without much luck. An older lady came and ask if I needed help. I told her no I was just looking, she smiled and walked away. I looked around and found a foot scale to see what size I wore in ladies. I checked my foot and went to the size 11 section. Apparently women who wear size 11 don’t have a lot of choices for sexy shoes. I did manage to find a pair that would do. They were a pair of red velvet sandals with thin straps, a 3 inch heel and ankle strap with a buckle. I grabbed them and went to the end of the aisle and tried them demetevler escort on real fast, snug but they worked. I went to the counter to pay and when the lady saw what I was buying she just grinned at me and rang me up. As I was walking out I could here her and another lady giggling at me. I got in my car and drove to another parking lot to examine my purchase closer. I took out all my stuff and laid it out on the seat next to me so I could see it all. I took out the stockings and rubbed one on my leg. The feeling was electric! I kicked of my sandal and pulled one of the stockings up to my knee. I took one of the heels and slid my foot right in and buckled the strap. The nylon sure helped my foot glide in the shoe, and the look of that shoe on my foot was so erotic. I tucked everything back in it’s bag and shoes in their box and drove home thinking of what laid in store for my evening. When I got home I scanned the parking lot for my roommates car. It was nowhere to be seen so that meant that he had already left for Houston . I grabbed my stuff and ran up the stairs. I was so nervous with anticipation I could barely get the key in the door. I got in and locked the door with the deadbolt and the chain. I went to my room and stripped to my boxers. I took all my new clothes and took the tags dikmen escort bayan off and neatly laid them out on the bed. I went to the kitchen and grabbed a beer, went back to my room and sat in a chair with a raging hard on drinking my beer and staring at the wonderful outfit laid out before me. I drank a couple more beers and smoked a half a joint while watching some porn. Remember we are college guys so there was no shortage of booze, weed and porn around our apartment. I sat there for about an hour and finally decided it was time. I went and took a nice hot shower, dried off and blew dry my hair. I blew my hair upwards so it would have a full look to it. (this was the 80’s and my hair was about 4 inches past my shoulders) I teased it up a bit on top and sprayed it with hair spray doing the best I could at feminine looking hair. I walked into my room and took the bra and wrapped it around my waist, spun it around and pulled the straps over my shoulders. I walked to my dresser and got a pair of tube socks and rolled them up nice and round and placed them in the cups of the bra. It felt so good, just enough wiggle from the water in the “Wonder Bra” and the softness of the socks to feel somewhat like real tits. I went back and sat in the chair and slid the stockings up my arm and pulled them down so they were bunched up at my hand. I put my foot in it and slowly pulled it all the way up my leg and then I did the other. I rubbed my legs together feeling the nylons against my skin. I took the garter belt and put it around my waist. I clipped the clips to the tops of my stockings and checked in the mirror to make sure they were straight.

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