This is only my second story. I would sincerely appreciate any constructive comments on how I can make my writing better. Thanks to all!

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It’s amazing what happens when you’re gone. She goes about her day laughing and pretending that everything is fine, but when she gets home the real feelings come out. She’s lonely and wants the warmth that only you can provide. She wants to feel her explosion build up only to be snatched away by you at the brink. She wants to beg you to give her that release that she is so desperately longing for. And she wants to feel everything tense up when you allow it. But since you’re not here, she has to go about her business. She has to provide herself that release that she wants so badly. She wants to cum.

Thinking about you her fingers slowly began to work her way to her nipples. She’s surprised that they’re already points and very sensitive. She licks her finger and slowly begins to make little circles. She shivers at the touch and her back instinctively arches gaziantep vip escort to get more contact, but she stops. She rubs her breasts and begins to think about the last time you were there. How you took control and made her beg for release. As she’s thinking her hands drift down as if they have a mind of their own. She comes in contact with her clit and starts massaging it. Her hips begin to move on their own as she thinks about your tongue replacing her fingers. Slowly, she stops flicking her clit and begins to move her finger up and down her slit. She can feel her own juices seeping out from between her lips. She dips her finger in ever so gently and brings it up to her mouth to taste herself. She tastes herself every time you kiss her after you finish swirling your tongue around her clit and using it to go deep inside of her and make her scream your name, but tasting it firsthand is a whole different experience.

Her fingers go back down as if they have a mind of their gaziantep yabancı escort own and begin to make circles around her clit again, but that’s not enough. She slowly inserts one finger and then another and starts to pump them in and out. She finds her g-spot and touches it lightly and explodes! All of a sudden she is shaking and moaning and her fingers are going in and out at an extreme pace so that she does not have to stop the pleasure that she is experiencing. But it does begin to subside; so she brings her fingers out and cleans them off. It is here that she wonders if all women taste as good as she does right now, but thoughts of you quickly push all others to the side. She has enjoyed that orgasm and desperately craves another, but knows her fingers aren’t going to do the trick. In order to be fully satisfied she knows she’ll need something more.

So she rolls over and gets the seven inch going away present you got for her, even though you were the one going gaziantep yaşlı escort away. Slowly she licks up and down the shaft to get it ready even though she knows from her previous orgasm that it won’t be necessary. She enjoys the feeling of having it in her mouth. She thinks of having you in her mouth and how she loves to hear you groan as she takes you all the way in her mouth. As she continues she brings the dildo down to her lips and begins to tease herself like you would do if you were there. Running it up and down her slit, stopping every once in a while to tease her clit has her so close to the edge. She wonders if she should and decides that she will. She brings the toy back to her clit and twists sharply to the left and all of a sudden the vibrations are running through her and she feels the orgasm racing through her entire body.

This time she can’t help, but scream your name. Oh, every muscle in her body is tense and all she can do is grind her hips a little harder. As the waves of pleasure begin to subside she forcefully shoves it in and the vibrations and feeling of such a forceful entry take her right back over the edge. She pumps the toy in and out and feels herself shaking uncontrollably. As her pleasure begins to decrease she pulls the toy out and sucks it clean. As she is on her way to sleep she smiles and hopes the camera caught every bit of that so she can share it when you get home.

It had been a long time in coming. We had talked about it, dreamed, wondered and imagined how it would be.

There is always that initial excitement, knowing the possibility of passion, coming together for the first time. The frenzied furious groping, explorations and caresses.

That would come, later perhaps, but not now.

Now, as we knew it would be, had to be, was even more intimate. Many might not see it as such, but we did. This dance, our first dance together would be far more sensual, far more erotic than anything we could have ever imagined.

And like a dance, it is interesting that when people dance apart, they watch one another, observing the movements of their partners, enjoying the flow, the curve and lines that move sensually to the music. That intimacy can sometimes be lost when partners touch, the thoughts turning to doing things by the numbers. Stepping here, leading there, guiding our partner through a series of specific movements. The beauty and grace perhaps appreciated by others who may be watching, like actors upon the stage, but that’s all it becomes, acting.

This dance now with you was how we imagined it. Intimate, sensual far more provocative and alluring than coming together for that first time.

There are smiles of course, a nervousness for both that adds to, rather than detracts from the heightened sensuality that pervades the very air we breathe. The very bed that monopolizes the room is more hindrance than help for what is now needed, desired. Though no doubt, the bed will itself come into play later, but again, much, much later.

“Dance for me,” I say simply. “Dance for me.”

That alluring smile says it all. The merest nod of your head as I take one of two comfortable, over-sized looking chairs sitting beside a small table decorated only with a lamp across from the bed which has suddenly become invisible to my minds eye. You are center stage, and you are all I can now see.

As you turn, like a magic act the first bare shoulder emerges from the simple flimsy sun-dress you are wearing. Already I find myself wanting to plant kisses upon that shoulder, and now like a mind-reader you touch it, caressing the smooth flesh with the touch of two fingers, torturously drawing them across yourself to your neck, now lifting the back of your hair where they again linger like a lovers lips gently kissing, exploring the explosion of goose-bumps that suddenly appear.

Somehow I have removed my shoes, socks without taking my eyes away from you. You again turn, but your eyes only fleetingly recognize my presence before again turning, your back now towards me as I languish in the curves of your body, sleek, taut and refined. A second shoulder appears, both shoulders bare now, hands once again embracing yourself, wrapping yourself in an imagined lovers embrace. Though I cannot as yet see, I know that your breasts are now bare. The image of twin capped peaks so tantalizingly close, yet hidden as desire mounts, needs increase. Yet I sit, mesmerized by the dance. You have turned, and for a moment I am unaware, so lost in the visuals of seeing you, without having done so. It is only when I feel your hands tugging on the belt of my pants, loosening them that I realize, and see the visual now made real as the loveliness of those twin fawns of pleasure dance dangerously close.

Automatically, hands reach as though having a mind of their own, but you dance gaziantep yavuzeli escort away, your own hands now covering as though a suit of armor had been suddenly fashioned in protection of your treasures.

“Damn!” I sigh with a contented frustration that merely elicits another smile, a simple giggle of delight as like the dancer you truly are, you pirouette away from me, the gown falling easily to your ankles, your back once again facing me now bare.

And again, your hands caressing the smooth soft skin, though they have become my hands, somehow detached from my body as I run them up and down your silky form from armpit to hips, languishing in the curvature of your body, memorizing each square inch of sensitized flesh.

For the first time I sense the hardness of my desire just as your own eyes burn through the confines of material still covering my lust. A warning look as you approach, though the faintest of smile remains. Hands gripping the arm-chair as though fastened, awaiting execution, but it isn’t the pain of death that I await, but the pain of pleasured torture as so easily your hands grasp, then pull as my slacks slide as easily as though torn away.

The fullness of me now stands, appreciatively at your beauty, looking once again towards your eyes, but they have again turned, admiring that which draws my look downwards. The tips of your fingers already encircling each of your hard erect nipples, a tender loving caress with the tip of fingers like a lover’s tongue gliding across the surface of each simultaneously.

Again I do not see the knowing smile, only the suddenness of movement as you reach, surprising me momentarily, the barest, briefest of touches as finger tip quickly steals the first pearly drop of desire that has bubbled to the surface of my hardened prick. I now watch as you place it tenderly upon your breast, the sheen of its glistening coat now decorating the tiny tower which has risen even more delicately upon the perfectly sculptured breast you now hold within your hand, feeding it as you do the essence of my soul.

For the first time since this dance began, I hear your softly spoke words. Like a whisper on the wind, I hear them, yet not quite understanding, still lost in the fugue of desire until like the breeze they’ve become, I hear them again.

“Give me more,” you say simply, waiting, though your hands now trace imaginary lines downwards, the black thong you are wearing revealingly concealing the wantonness of your sex.

I feel the surge of additional lubrications suddenly flowing, the tips of your fingers once again dashing in to capture the pleasured dew drops, then stepping back. And even though your tiny dark thong remains, I watch in abject fascination as the pearly fluid from my leaking prick is so lovingly placed upon that thin material, darkening it even further, fingers pressing inwards as though in attempt to break through the barrier that refrains them, fingers pressing seeking entry like the first tentative embrace of a lovers cock into the virginal passage of first rites.

I am again tempted to reach out, tearing away the thin material with my own hands, but you simply move it to the side, a slim finger tentatively probing, your head now tilted back with the suddenness of contact. I hear the softness of a low moan escape your lips as ecstasy finds you, delights you gaziantep yeni escort and begins the tantalizing tease of your still secreted clitoris. Your own juices now merging through the barrier to mingle with those of my own.

“Touch yourself.”

I do so, hypnotized by your words.

“Now show me, show me how you touch, how you feel, what you desire when you’re alone. When all you have is time to make love to your own body, to your hard throbbing prick.”

There is no embarrassment, no shyness as I begin. And I have heard by your words want you want, what you need, what you seek. This is not the rushed hungry need of a morning’s adventure when the furious fast pumping of hand to prick produces the quick immediate jettison of spunk that discharges fruitlessly into the bowl of a toilet, or beneath the streams of a hot cascading shower. Where release is all too quick, all too temporary, all too over with in the blink of an eye.

What you seek, what you desire is far more than that to be wasted. You ask for the intimacy of my pleasures, the secret, sometimes childish memory of explorations and self pleasuring that comes for each of us in a moment of time when we can safely, trustfully love ourselves in ways we might not fully share with anyone else.

As I now share with you. As you now begin sharing with me.

Your fingers are now mine as they continue to caress, probing, touching, tickling and playfully tease the maddened flesh that awaits them. I do not know how, yet I feel rather than see those fingerlings. I can even smell the aroma of your sweetness that so easily coats the tips and length of each finger as it reemerges to be licked, suckled and cleansed by your waiting mouth, my mouth as the taste of you assaults my senses, heightening my pleasure even more.

The hardness of my prick as I now share with you my secret strokings, touches and fondlings. With the tips of fingers, they encircle the head of my arousal, pulling upwards as though your lips have encompassed my manhood. Pinching ever so lightly, yet firmly before clasping and grasping again to renew the whole process. Your eyes again follow my own movements, as mine follow yours. The urgency of need finally giving way, the thin material of your thong suddenly torn away in desperate need revealing the pink puffy swollen lips of your femininity.

Two fingers now slide downwards on either side of those exquisitely petaled lips, like a searching mouth kissing its way along rapturous flesh, I watch your hand as it glides along the slick slippery surface. There is a tremble in your stance, barely noticeable, but non-the-less observed. An audible sigh matches one of my own as yet another release of pearly lubricant wraps itself around and long side the head of my now straining prick.

“More,” you say softly, pleadingly. “Show me more.”

As though your own lips have found me, I glide two fingers from the tip of my shaft to the bottom and back again. Smearing the traces of my seepage along the way. I watch as you now settle comfortably upon the bed which has magically reemerged into being, though more like a convenient prop for our purposes. Here you lay, the tantalizingly long display of legs so obscenely wicked, yet so shyly demure, still closed together though hands once again slither downwards, first cupping, pressing, then rotating against gaziantep zayıf escort the mound that is concealed beneath them.

“Show me what you like, how it feels best, what you do,” you now say so wickedly, so lustfully.

There is no hiding from you, no secrets to remain unshared as one hand gently pats, slaps, and runs itself in a twisting up and down motion so slowly, so very, very slowly.

“Yes, yes!” you moan watchfully as your fingers finally pry open the neither lips of your sex, displaying in all their wondrous glory the full reddened desire that now consumes you.

I don’t remember walking, let alone standing. Nor do I recall having removed my shirt which now lays crumpled within the cushion of the chair. All I do know is that I now stand above you where you lay on the bed. I watch as with one hand, you scissor the nubbin of sweetness with your fingers on either side, even more fully exposing the sensitive shiny little surface as your fingers press against it on either side. With your free hand, you now glide the tip of your index finger across the tiny hard little surface, flicking it as though it were my tongue doing so instead.

“Watch me!”

Like I wasn’t or hadn’t been. But just hearing you say the words was erotic, the way you spoke them looking at me with eyes that were vulnerable, open, penetrating.

“Watch me as I touch myself for you, see how hard my little clit is for you?”

I watch you as you skin the tender skin surrounding it even more than you had been, in awe, pleasure sensitive in my senses, even more so than the touch of my own hand still slickly stroking my prick in a teased up and down motion that was more automatic than awares.

You begin tapping your clit with a finger, then two. Likewise I am doing the same, now following your lead as passion takes us on this crazy erotic adventure.

“Suck it!” You tell me. “As you know I would, as you know that I will!”

Somehow I know what you mean, what you would have me do. Placing just the finger tips of one hand about the head of my hard swollen cock, I grasp the sensitive head pulling upwards bringing pleasure to that purple headed crown, releasing, grasping it again, pulling, releasing over and over.

“Hmmm,” you murmur pleasurably watching me, watching you.

Faster now, a combination of finger probing, clit flicking, rubbing, a frenzy decadent desire now assails your obscenely displayed cunt, a cunt so luscious, creamy and beautiful in its wanton display.

Without words, we are aware of one another’s pleasures, already hovering on the edge of insanity, oblivion, into whose depths we will tumble in glorious release.

“Now!” you urge me, a single solitary word of desire, needful desire that triggers at once the volcanic explosion that has so dangerously hovered on the brink for so long.

I feel the first glorious jettison of my cream spurting freely, forcefully against the velvety lips of your pussy as fingers meet and greet the rich milky essence that falls in geyser like spurtings over and over and over again.

Lost in the throes of your own climatic release, the cry of pleasure that escapes your lips is ear-piercing, wanton and magical all at once. Your head tosses side to side, fingers continuing to pummel the now almost too sensitive nubbin of pleasure between your legs, though you continue to fondle, coating it with the protective lubrication of my spendings.

Once again, rather than walking or moving, I merely float even closer towards you, and though I have just climaxed with a force that has exceeded most I have felt, my prick glides effortlessly inside you, slipping upwards, meeting the warmth and sticky moisture of your own sweet creamy juices.

And there we lay, now joined and await the next dance.

It was one of those mornings you just can’t get out of bed. Eyes closed, warm beneath layers of down comforter, all you can hear is the wind howling against the windows that face the world. Still dark, I lie there happy to know that neither of us have to be up and out the door in our usual haste.

Today was our day to just bask in the warmth that we seem to delve into when ever we have a spare moment. The smallest things you do drive me crazy. Watching you roll out of bed, naked, hair standing in all different angles, and walk to the bathroom. Your naked ass, there teasing me, walking away, makes me shake thinking of it coming back to bed with me. The touch of your fingers grazing my neck as you turn over in your sleep, send hot wet floods pouring from deep within me. Walking through a bookstore, I reach for a novel, your hand reaches forward and lightly travels from the tip of my forefinger down to the cove between my thumb and palm, to my inner wrist, up my tender forearm as you lean forward and kiss my breast not caring who is viewing us, all because you wanted to. These are just a few things I take home with me to comfort me alone in my warm bed as the winter snows pound down around my home, enslaving me to my memories and dreams of what we still have to explore.

I let you sleep, just watching you as you breath, slowly, calmly vulnerable to all the universe has to offer. And oh what it will have to offer us today! I get out of bed, quietly so not to wake you, pad my way to the kitchen humming thinking of new desires to explore this day. Coffee on, I go to the bag from our shopping spree yesterday. I take a deep breath, and shiver thinking of what is in that bag! Happy to have a man in my life who is not afraid to explore with me, to push the limit and see what we will feel. I think back to last night, the joys of this shopping bag already explored. I smile to myself, şanlıurfa escort as a warm rush runs from the bottom of my feminine being pushing throbbing for more. A flush comes over me just thinking of you, those arms and your mouth. I want more now, don’t want to wait for you to wake, I go to the kitchen, pour two cups of strong coffee and slowly make my way back to the bedroom with the shopping bag on my arm.

Walking in I see you are awake and smiling at me. I smile back coyly, and glance down at the shopping bag, then back at you! Laughing, I hand you the coffee as I climb into bed and crawl under the covers. Leaning over I place a long, lingering, hungry kiss on your full lips.

“Good morning” I purr, smiling at you as grab my neck pulling me to you, and kissing me hard, deep and lustfully. “Morning!” you laugh at me! Sitting up in bed we slowly join the day. Ecstatic in the thought that we did not have to go anywhere on this cold, gray, blustery day.

“Mario….” I say as I take your hand and pull you from the bed. Slowly I lead you to the chair in the corner directly across from the bed. Looking you in the eyes, I sit you down and walk away to the bed. I turn on some sweltering jazz, deep brass, moving slowly through the music, building in passion and tempo. Warm tones of music heating the room with the frigid winter wind knocking at the windows.

I sit cross legged on the bed, slowly sipping my coffee, watching you the whole time. Eyes locked, I slowly run my free hand down my throat, fingers barely touching the skin, as the heat of your eyes lingers and travels with my fingers. My fingers move down towards my breast, circling the outside, soft skin, full and heavy with passion. I reach up to my nipples, let my head fall back, red hair flowing down my back, my legs slowly fall open and you see the nipples gaziantep sarışın escort clamps appear in my hands.

My breath quickens as I place them on my nipples, tight and slightly painful, I gasp from the cold metal and the painful pleasure that pierces the tender skin. I raise my head and you watch me, I see you move your hand down to your cock, lying on your leg waiting for the show, “No, not yet.” I whisper to you. I want to watch you get hard, slowly, full of lust and need. You smile and shake your head as I laugh laying back onto the pillows, my legs gracefully fall open, hands moving down my stomach, along the sides of my ass, back up to the mound of hair that is glistening with my flowing wet juices.

My fingers slide down to the warm inner cove, searching for that secret spot that you found last night. I slowly circle with my fore finger and explore deeper with my ring and pinkie fingers, eyes closed and I start to feel the rush.

I love to have you watch me, exploring myself, learning what I like and want you to do to me. My breathing is fast now as the rhythm of my fingers move with the quickening of the music, my hips lift up as my legs fall open fully exposed I watch as your cock grows before my eyes, loving what I know I am doing to you. It grows firm and full of blood filled veins that stand out crying to be inside of me. My hips moving now with the music, I see your hand reach down and start to stroke.

Oh.. I love to see you touch yourself, your head growing, now shiny and hard pulsing with each stroke. I reach to the side of the pillow and pull out the double headed dildo we bought yesterday. I see your eyes glaze as I slowly place it at the base of my ass, the dildo pink and smooth pushes at my ass. I tilt it upwards to enter my cunt, dripping wet, I grasp the base and şehitkamil escort start to fuck myself teasingly, drenching the head of the dildo. I move the bigger head to my ass and run it against the bud, lathering it up getting it ready for the second head.

My hips move with the music that is building in tempo. Almost more than I can take, fast, and powerful, the music slams around us and I thrust both heads of the dildo into me. I watch you as you stroke faster and the music pounds around us. Legs spread wide you watch as I push the dildo deep inside of me. No longer able to control myself I close my eyes and a deep low groan joins the notes of the music.

Mixing lust and deep desire flying through the bedroom. I want you to watch me, I look up and you are, I see your so hard that I again start to groan and the dildo begins to move faster into me. Matching the strokes you and so feverishly pounding on yourself. I see you watching the head of the dildo pulling in and out of my ass and the head of you cock is so huge, ready, so ready to let go..

“Mario now…. I scream….You stand up over me as my bud hungry devours the pink head of our toy, my ass screaming with the dildo deep with in me. I open my mouth and scream as I cum, my body shaking, my cunt grasping onto the dildo as you cum with me, a deep gutteral groan and my name, Denise leaves you lips.

White, hot juices shot from your erect cock all over my breast and face. Mouth open I feel the cum reach my mouth as you stand over my face shooting your jism deep into my throat. My body open, legs wide, nipples painful now from the clamps that have caused the red blood to paint my hard nipples crimson.

My orgasm is long, my very soul shakes as the last of your hot juices flow down my throat. Slowly, I start to come down, my eyes open to see you standing over me, cock still hard with a tender look in your eyes. Reaching up to you as you slide next to me, kissing me, tasting yourself on my mouth. I look back at you and smile, “Thank you” leaves my lips as you reach over to the bag and say… “Your welcome Den… hmmm what is next?” I laugh as I watch the snow fall heavily to the ground outside, snowbound! Smiling at you, I laugh so happy for snowbound winter days.

*** Author’s note: This is the third part of a story that introduced Derek and Samantha in the first two parts. Although it is not necessary to have read those parts, you will be missing context of the night’s events. Thank you to my editor who helped me refine my writing in this chapter. ***

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Derek

A phone started to blare in the dark of the basement bedroom. Derek shook his head a little as he stirred to consciousness, testing the level of headache he still had from one too many beers the night before. There was a slight pang of pain, but nothing that would allow him to shirk his morning run. His arm reached out for the phone before the noise added to his headache, or awakened his roommates. He pulled the comforter off himself, sat up, and twisted to the side of his bed. Curtains thrown open wide, the light let him take stock for the day. He tested each of his limbs to see how sore they were from the gym the night before, nothing too stiff.

Well except for… He looked down at his fully erect penis, sticking up proudly out of his perfectly shorn crotch, spotlighted by the daylight streaming in the window. He slept nude every night during the last week and found it to actually enhance his sleep. As an avid runner he had to make a choice of keeping it completely shaved or letting the hair grow, and during the in between stages all the sweat and friction would cause irritation. After last weekend, he made the choice to stay hairless. He gave his cock a couple of lazy strokes, no goal in mind, but it was nice to know it was there.

It was 7:00 am, very early to be awake after a night out drinking with his roommates and their girlfriends. They tried to hook him up with some of their girlfriends’ friends, but he was still a little raw from a bad breakup a few months ago. It was more than time to get back out there, but last night was not the night.

Besides, a project at work was stressing him out. His project was close to getting a production-ready 5g solution ready for the market. If his company could complete the project, they could take advantage of the national security concerns of the only solutions on the market. . This was his opportunity to get a project manager position at his firm, meaning a big promotion. He could finally afford both his car payment and a mortgage. Not that his roommates were bad, but he felt it was time to get out on his own. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about walking naked around his own house.

Derek stood up, full bladder preventing his dick from receeding back to normal. He didn’t even bother to look as he strode out of his room to the bathroom across the hall. After he relieved himself, he had to stand over the toilet for a little while to let any dribbles hit the floor or carpet as he walked back to his room. He shook his cock to will the last of the urine to push out of him. Anxious to get started for the day, clothes needed to be put on before he could go out for a run. The forecast was for triple-digit heat, if he did not get started soon it would be too warm to run. Running shoes were tied tightly on his feet. He collected a ball cap from behind the door, putting it on backwards when he went to run, to reduce wind resistance and cover his bed head.

He walked back to his dresser only to remember that he had left his running shorts and running boxer briefs in the dryer last night before they went out. A mischievous smile crept on to his face. His roommates would likely not be up for several more hours. He would just walk up to the laundry room and grab his running wear, nearly completely nude.

It would be the first real naked risk he taken since he came three times on an outdoor adventure last week. When his roommates were out of town, he spent the weekend nude. On last Saturday night, he spent a couple of hours in the backyard, naked and masturbating. After walking around the entire yard, he went for a skinny dip. Derek came the first time while sitting on the pool stairs, before immediately standing and cumming again. The pool was then closed, but he continued to enjoy the night air for another half hour or so. On his way back inside, he was nearly caught by a man walking down the sidewalk behind him. He tripped running up the stairs to his deck, and scrambled inside as the man’s dog barked. Once inside, the excitement of almost being seen, made his cock fully erect again. He ejaculated one more time on the tile floor in his kitchen.

Samantha

Samantha stirred to awake and starred at the alarm across the room. It was only 7:00 am. Why am I awake already? She had slept restlessly last night mind churning on-the-job offer she had received yesterday from her internship. They had a member of their mid-level management suddenly decide to retire, and they offered her the position. The offer included allowing her to work reduced hours next semester to finish her MBA. It was a great offer, but it would mean moving away from her old firm and back to this city. It would gaziantep sahibe escort be a nice change, plus Alison and Sara had moved back a year ago, so she wouldn’t be without friends. Still, it would be a huge step up of responsibility, and she wasn’t sure she was ready for it quite yet.

She sat up and stretched, letting the sheets fall away from her naked body. A busy week at work meant the tidiness of the house suffered. She did need to clean the house a little before her Aunt’s family’s return. Samantha needed to go for a run. Since she was at her Aunt’s she didn’t have her treadmill, so she was going to have to get dressed. It didn’t help that Alison and Sara had signed her up for a 10k before the end of the month. She stretched lazily and rubbed her eyes.

When she finally willed herself to stand up and get moving, she walked over and opened the blackout curtains in the bedroom. Since the events of last weekend, she was trying to be slightly more adventurous with her nudity. Seeing the stranger outside and carefree gave her a tinge of jealously, wanting to be as free with her body as he had been with his own. The sunbeam, however, was to be avoided, it would make her too easy to see.

Last weekend, after getting home from the bar, Samantha went out to her aunt’s hot tub and got intimate with one of the tub’s jets. When she got out to open a window and let a little of the steam out of the enclosed porch, she watched as her neighbor walked out into his backyard naked. She watched, fascinated, as he walked around his yard and stroked his cock. He appeared to be almost fearless and free as he made a circuit of the yard. The view and strong fantasizing brought her three more orgasms that night.

Samantha walked over to the bathroom and then starred into the mirror. Evaluating the restless night’s affect her appearance. Not too bad. She didn’t much care for the pressure marks on her face from the pillow, but that would clear up in little time. She threw the mass of messy, straight, strawberry-blonde hair over in front of her as she looked down and ran her fingers through it, untangling it slightly. Satisfied that it was as good as it was going to get without showering and going through her whole routine, she stretched back as she pulled her hair back and corralled it in a ponytail. She looked at the rest of her body as she stretched. She was really proud of her hard work, perky breasts, toned muscles and a flat tummy. The pronounced tan-lines from her bikini showing all the time she spent outdoors this summer. . Her eyes followed that tummy down to her smooth, hairless vagina. Hair taken care of, she ran a hand down her flat belly and lightly brushed across her labia, feeling the smoothness for herself.

Samantha walked back to the guest bedroom and extracted a pair of white athletic socks, a bright orange sports bra, panties, and a bright pink pair of booty shorts from her neatly packed suitcase. She put her headphones on, started her exercise playlist and put on the arm band. A survey of the room failed to find her bright pink running shoes. It took her sleep deprived brain a minute to remember that she went to yoga after work last night, and she realized that she must have left her gym bag in the car. There was a large window on the entry level between the front door and the door to the garage. Glancing out into the hallway she could see light spilling up from where the stairs met the living room. She was pretty certain she had not closed the blinds on the window last night.

Sure she could quickly don her clothing and walk down to the garage no problem, but she wanted to be more adventurous. She held the clothing in her hands to either side of her body as she walked down the hall. Her heartbeat quickened a little as she approached what was probably an open window. She placed her clothing in a neat stack over the banister and peeked down the stairs. The large floor-to-ceiling window blinds were indeed wide open. She took a deep breath and walked down the stairs, blood pounding in her ears over the pulsing music. She looked at the short hallway between her and sunlight must have been reflecting off someone’s car in the street as her hallway was filled with a sunbeam. Her naked body would be brightly illuminated as she walked to the garage. You can do this.

Samantha looked at her fitness band and saw that her heartbeat was almost elevated into the cardio range. She tried to steady it a little as walked calmly through the shaft of bright light. Her attention turned to look out the window, seeing if anyone in the neighborhood was awake. As soon as she stepped into the luminous zone, she looked like she was glowing, Anyone passing by would have seen every detail as she walked across. She quietly opened the door to the garage, stepped in, and turned on the light. As the door clicked shut behind her, she breathed a sigh of relief, of course she had no way of getting back to her clothes şahinbey escort without repeating the dangerous act. As she surveyed her car for where she left her gym bag she could not help noticing her vagina getting a little wet, excited by what she was doing.

Derek

Derek stopped walking as he reached the end of the basement hallway. The basement family room was ahead of him, and a pair of couches and a recliner faced the large flat screen TV. This separated that area from the wet bar and his computer desk in the far left corner. To his right was the staircase leading to the split-level entry way. Light spilled out around the blinds of the entry window as well as the massive window in the middle of the entry door. He scanned the couches to make sure that no one had fallen asleep on them last night — a rare occurrence, but more likely after a night out at the bar. Convinced no one was there, he continued. A few firm strokes up and down his shaft started a bead of precum forming on the head of his penis. if he was going to do this, he was going to do it fully erect.

Cautious footfalls were almost silent as Derek slowly climbed the stairs. It was very unlikely Steve, Diego, Melissa, or Emily was going to be awake. However, sometimes nature called. Steve and Emily had their own bathroom off the master suite. Only Diego and Melissa should be an issue. He turned to walk up the second flight of stairs, careful of the spot where the floorboards creaked. The morning light spilled through the window like a searchlight. He crouched a little as he mounted the stairs, looking into the upstairs living room to the right in case anyone was sleeping on the two couches there. As long as they were asleep, he might risk it.

Marching up the stairs and into the front room, he paused before he hit the hallway. In front of him was the kitchen, and to his front left was the dining room and the sliding door to the back yard. His dick twitched a little as his eyes fell on the site of his last ejaculation of the night a week ago. He hadn’t cum since then, stress from work meant he hadn’t really been that horny all week.

Derek grasped his cock and began to silently move the skin up and down his hard shaft. His mind vividly replaying the events of a week ago — the strange mixture of fear and arousal as he slowly brought himself to orgasm outside his house, in easy view of any neighbor. His brain replayed the absolute terror of thinking he had been caught nude outside, and the weird wave of excitement that brought him to the final orgasm of the night.

If he wasn’t careful he would have spilt his load all over the tile right now. He hadn’t brought anything with him to catch his ejaculate and didn’t think his left hand would be able to hold it all, without making a mess. If he came, he didn’t know if it would be more mortifying to leave his specimen for someone else to find, go get dressed then clean up. Or get caught naked and scrubbing himself off the floor. He brought himself to the very edge of ejaculation, releasing his twitching cock one stroke short of orgasm. Almost angrily, his penis bobbed and spasmed, straining to release its load, but the last stimuli required was denied to it. His left hand extended out in front to catch the glob of precum he knew was going to fall.

Derek clinched his fists and waited until the feeling of impending ejaculation subside, before advancing down the hall.. The door on the left was Diego’s. Though as often as Melissa was here, she probably qualified for half ownership of the room. The door was tightly closed, which was a relief as he did not hear stirring on their part. The first door on the right was the upstairs bathroom, really Diego and Melissa’s but the one most used by guests as well. At the end of the hallway to the right was the master suite. Beyond that, straight ahead was the laundry room. Each of his roommates’ rooms would have to be passed to get to his goal. He could close the door to the room, but no matter what, the dryer would emit a loud click when he opened the door. He would have to sift through his laundry for what he wanted and put on both his underwear and his shorts on before anyone else would investigate.

He walked down the hallway, left hand shining his dick with his pre-ejaculate. Quietly, he stepped passed the first door. Derek froze when one foot found a creaky spot, hoping the noise was only super-loud in his head. At the second door he looked at himself in the mirror over the sink. Looking good today, keep it up His dick looked like it was ready to explode. As he opened the door to the laundry room, air pressure caused a bathroom door to rattle slightly. Upon darting into the room, he closed the door as quietly as he could. He opened the door to the dryer, a third loud noise echoing out into the morning silence. There was audible stirring and commotion from down the hall. Shit it seemingly took forever for him to find his underwear şahinbey escort bayan in the dryer. He could hear a door open and footsteps in his direction. He put on his boxer briefs as quickly as he could, his erection still very obvious in the spandex material. Reaching in, he grabbed his black basketball shorts hoping that they were baggy enough to conceal his excitement.

The door opened as he was stepping into the second leg of his shorts. Derek quickly pulled them up as Diego turned his direction carrying a small metal baseball bat. “Oh it just you. What the fuck are you doing up so early, Derek?” He said groggily, wearing only a pair of red, low-rise briefs, morning wood trying to sneak out the waistband. Diego appeared to give no fucks toward his own modesty. Diego was about two inches shorter than Derek, but had about fifty more pounds of mass, mostly muscle. His third generation Mexican descent was evident in his tanned skin.

“Sorry. left my running gear in the dryer last night.” He hoped Diego wouldn’t wonder why he already had his shoes and ball cap on as he was pulling on his shorts. Diego wasn’t the least bit embarrassed by his own state of dress.

“Fuck man, sorry. Thought we might have a squirrel problem again. We gotta get you laid, you are getting way too into this exercise shit.” Diego eyed him somewhat suspiciously, like he was trying to figure out what else was out of place.

“Work’s got me stressed. Running is how I cope with it.”

“You still think you can solve that power flow thing?”

“I think I am close. Might have something for you to have the guys in the lab mock up on Monday.” Derek couldn’t decide whether to keep his hands in front of his crotch to hide his erection or keep them up to draw attention away from his groin. Instead, his arms were awkwardly out in front of him.

“Really? That would be huge! Goddamn man, you would be set for life if you could get that done.”

“Well, at least until the cell providers decide whatever the fuck 6g is and obsolete all our hard work.”

“Yeah, they will always do that shit.” He looked around and dots in his half-awake brain connected. “What did you wear when you came upstairs man?”

Derek debated whether to tell the truth, glancing one of his towels out of the side of his vision. “I… well…” He paused a briefly trying to decide if he wanted to lie or not. He looked down a little ashamed. “I walked up here naked, didn’t think anyone else would be awake.”

“Wearing your hat and shoes?”

“Yeah…”

“That’s weird man. Gotta get you some pussy. You’re getting all backed up. I don’t need Melissa to see your little white dick.”

“Afraid you might not measure up?” Derek said, playfully trying to lighten the mood.

Diego put the bat in front of his crotch, out like a phallus. “Whatever man, you ain’t got nothing on this.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” He chuckled in return. Derek half debated pulling out his genitals for humorous response. It wouldn’t be the first time. Might not be the appropriate time after he admitted to walking around the house nude.

“Go for your run. Think I am heading with Steve and the girls up to the casino. You are always welcome to go with us.” It was always nice to get the offer, but Derek rarely went along. Gambling wasn’t his thing.

“Nah, gotta get some work done today. Let me know if you head up there for sure, so I can just plan to work all day.”

“Or you can walk around naked some more.”

“Can’t it be both?” Derek joked.

Diego looked at him, trying to tell if he was really kidding or not. “Whatever, I’ll text you.” Diego turned around and headed back towards his room.

Derek followed him in that direction. . “Drive safe if you guys go.” He said, looking in Diego’s direction, when he saw Melissa still asleep on her back and totally nude over his shoulder, legs spread wide to either side of the queen sized mattress. He quickly averted his vision, but not before mind recorded a vision of the sleeping beauty. Melissa was a short thin Latina, with large perky breasts with dark brown areolae, and apparently a small landing strip of dark pubic hair over her darker-colored sex.

Diego looked a little flustered as he saw his mate in full view on the bed. He closed the door to just the sliver he was occupying. “Will do, but no more walking around naked while the girls are here.”

It was Derek’s turn to look embarrassed. “I’ll try to be more considerate.” He walked off and turned to head downstairs, trying to keep his friend’s girlfriend’s image from showing in his brain.

Samantha

Samantha opened the cardoor and sat in the driver’s seat. The leather was a little thrilling on her ass, reminding her of the last time she got fucked on a country road by her ex. The passenger seat where she usually threw her gym bag was empty. She hit the button to release the trunk. The garage door opener in the console silently dared her to open the door, further risking exposure. She paused a second to letting her fingers explore her excited wet vagina. She got up worried that her wetness might discolor the dark leather… again. Of course, last time there were other fluids intermingling with her own that sullied the leather, though it was probably only noticeable to one of the two participants.

In graduate school I really tried to develop a more normal sex life. I knew it was impossible to break my masturbation habit, but I hoped that I could learn to have normal sex with girls at least some of the time. I was still morbidly shy around the opposite sex, but I became good friends with Vina, a nursing student, who (to my surprise) seemed attracted to me. After a couple of dates we wound up alone at her apartment and I knew now was the time. I was terribly nervous about having sex, but Vina was a take-charge kind of girl and, with her leading me every step, we began to make love. But just when I was about to enter her, an irresistible urge to let go seized me, and I spilled my essence at her threshold, leaving her wet, sticky and frustrated.

Vina was very understanding about it all, and patiently allowed me several more chances, but each time I became so nervous that I spurted before I could penetrate her. We tried every remedy we could think of: creams, pills, constriction devices; but nothing seemed to help. As we talked about the problem, the whole secret of my masturbation habit came out, and as a nurse Vina began to understand. She suggested that I see a sex therapist she knew who specialized in treating men with premature ejaculation. I was reluctant to see a doctor about such an embarrassing problem, especially since it involved my shameful habit of masturbation, but Vina insisted, explaining that the doctor was very famous and known for using the most advanced methods. She would make the appointment for me and explain the problem ahead of time, so that all I had to do was show up and the doctor would take it from there. Being desperate to try anything, I finally agreed.

On the day of my appointment, I entered the spacious, modern office and announced myself to an attractive young woman seated at the receptionist’s desk. She checked her appointment book and smiled. “Oh yes, you’re Arnold, Vina’s friend. She’s told us all about you!” I blushed, realizing what that meant. “Go right on in, Arnold, Dr. Sphincter is waiting for you.”

I’m not sure what I expected to see as I stepped into the doctor’s private office, but I surely wasn’t prepared for the incredible sight I encountered. Instead of a middle-aged medical doctor dressed in the usual cool-white uniform of the medical professional, I saw a devastatingly beautiful Amazon. She was wearing a black leather garment that covered her hips and waist like a long corset, hugging them tightly. The corset made no attempt to hide her spectacularly large breasts, which jutted proudly bare. A leather strap rose from the front of the corset, running up the deep cleavage between her breasts and spreading them slightly apart, until it joined a band encircling her neck. Her feet were shod in black leather boots which rose from her toes nearly to the top of her thigh. And to complete the extraordinary attire, her hands and forearms were encased in elbow length patent gloves, also of black. As she sat there on a low rattan couch, her knees wide apart in a masculine posture, her commanding presence was overwhelming.

I was speechless with confusion, and stared in amazement. The image of a dominant woman had always been one of my favorite masturbation fantasies, and I had stroked my penis countless times to photos of women dressed and posed as she was. I was so excited by the vision before me that I completely lost control of myself. Before I knew what was happening, I felt a familiar rush of gaziantep özbek escort feeling and realized I was ejaculating in my pants. From my spastic jerks and the telltale spreading wet spot in my crotch, she had no problem concluding what had happened. She shook her head sadly, “Well, Arnold, Vina was certainly not exaggerating. You obviously have quite a problem controlling your emissions.”

I stammered an excuse, “I… I… wasn’t expecting to see…”

“No, I suppose not. Arnold, I am doctor Vivian Sphincter. I have found this attire useful in treating premature ejaculators. It brings out a patient’s latent fixations, as you can see, and also helps establish a useful doctor/patient relationship. You will see later how important that is. But now it is time to begin. Please remove your trousers and underwear for an examination.”

I shyly complied, blushing as I stood before her naked from the waist down. To my added embarrassment, my penis still oozed small drops of semen from its involuntary ejaculation. She walked over to me, her large breasts swaying, and stood with her nipples only inches from my chest. Taking my genital organs in her hands, she began examining them. She manipulated the penis up and down and palpitated my testicles with uncomfortable firmness. My penis began stiffening in new arousal in spite of its recent activity, adding to my embarrassment.

“Hmm…I see nothing physically wrong with your organs. You play with yourself a good deal, don’t you, Arnold?”

I blushed in shame and nodded.

“I suspect your problem is entirely psychological, caused by repeated self abuse. Quite simply in layman’s language, as a habitual masturbator you lack the willpower necessary to control you emissions. But there is hope for you, Arnold. I shall help you gain the necessary self-discipline. Let us begin with the orgasm which you just experienced.”

With one hand, she took my stiffening penis in a snugly comforting grip and lifted it gently away from my male sacks. She smiled mysteriously at me for a moment, then without warning brought her other hand up suddenly, slapping my defenseless testicles hard with her leather encased palm. I shrieked and collapsed to the floor in misery. “You must learn, Arnold, not to ejaculate without first obtaining permission. Otherwise, there will be severe punishment. Now get up and stop acting like a baby. We will begin your exercises.”

She led me to a small dining table and made me drink in quick succession several large glasses of ice tea. The liquids passed rapidly through my system, and soon I began shifting uncomfortably with the need to relieve my bladder. “Please, Doctor Sphincter, I’d like to go to the rest room now. May I?”

She smiled cruelly, “No Arnold, you may not. This is an exercise to teach you to hold your water. Medically speaking, urinary continence is similar to ejaculatory control, and the self-restraint you learn here will apply to your sexual dysfunction.”

As the pressure in my bladder grew, I begged and pleaded with her. Finally she seemed to relent, and handed me a small wide-mouthed bottle. “Very well, you may release your water into this specimen bottle. But be very careful not to spill any urine on my carpet.”

Refusing me any privacy, she watched as I inserted my penis into the bottle and loosed a flooding stream. Although it was humiliating to perform this bodily function porno videolar in front of her, all other concerns were swept away in the heavenly sense of relief. But as the warm yellow liquid rose toward the top, I suddenly realized that the small bottle could not possibly hold all of my offering. Anxiously I said, “Uh, I’m not done. May I have another bottle?”

She shook her head, “No, that is enough for now Arnold. I want you to retain the rest of your fluid.”

With the urine nearly overflowing the bottle, I cried in panic, “Please, Doctor, don’t make me stop in the middle. It hurts to shut it off!”

“Arnold!” she said sternly. “Stop at once, I say. Don’t force me to punish you again.” She raised her gloved palm toward my naked genitals. I still felt a dull ache in my glands from earlier, so I grimaced and cut off the flow. The agony of interrupted urination was preferable to another such strike at the core of my manhood. “That’s better. Now empty the bottle in the sink. In a few minutes, I will allow you to discharge another portion of your water.”

Twice more she repeated the torment, until finally I was at ease.

“So far so good, Arnold. Now we will begin to work on the sexual fluids.” She seated herself comfortably on the couch. “Kneel down in front of me.”

I knelt at her feet and looked up at her, my eyes level with her magnificent bosom. “Look at my breasts, Arnold. Do they make you feel sexually excited?”

“I .. can’t help it.” My penis was once again thrusting straight out in erection.

“Do you feel like you need to masturbate? I would like you to show me how you normally do it.”

I was mortified by her order. “Please Doctor, I can’t. Not while you watch. It’s too humiliating.”

“Stop wasting time. You’re eager enough to masturbate on your own. Now do as I say and masturbate your penis!”

It was strange, but the commanding tone of her voice and the awesome spectacle of her Amazonian beauty left me powerless to disobey. Kneeling submissively before her, I took my penis in my hands and began to caress it. My head was level with her large bare breasts, and my eyes were drawn to them, as she doubtless intended. I longed to suckle at her prominent nipples and to bury my face between them, but I knew better than to ask for such a favor. After a while, I began to feel a curious excitement at performing in front of her. I wanted her to see me consummate this most shameful of all sexual acts, to witness my humiliating surrender to the unnatural lust. But she did not long allow me to savor the situation.

“Arnold, don’t think that I am encouraging you to perform this exhibition for your perverted enjoyment. This is an exercise to increase your ability to control your ejaculatory urges. Therefore, when you approach your orgasm, you will at my command remove your hands from your organs and place them behind your back, suspending all further stimulation. I know it will be hard, Arnold, you will want very badly to release your semen. But you must exercise self-discipline, for two reasons. First, because it is important for your sexual adjustment and the sake of your cure. And second, if that does not persuade you,” she smiled cruelly, “because if you ejaculate I shall spank you on the testicles until you will wish that you had been castrated!”

I did not doubt her threat. She watched coolly as I continued stroking my penis, observing the signs of gaziantep rus escort mounting arousal as my orgasm neared. With a skilled professional eye, she waited until I was just seconds from climax and cried, “Stop!” Summoning my last shred of moral courage, I relinquished the grip on my organs. She grinned as I kneeled dutifully before her with my hands behind my back and my forsaken penis bobbing forlornly in the air.

“Very good, Arnold, very good indeed.” She extended her booted foot and flicked my penis playfully with her toe. “For the first time, that is. Again, please.”

I lost count of the number of times the cruel torture was repeated. Again and again she watched me bring myself to the brink of release only to jerk me back with her command. At last she ceased and motioned me to stand before her.

“You have done well for your first treatment, Arnold, and it is all over, now. It wasn’t so very terrible, was it?” she said, smiling kindly at me. Her eyes focused on my penis, still bobbing very erectly before me. “I see that there is some residual vascular tension in your genitals. That is often a side effect of the treatment. I think you would be more comfortable if we relieved the tension, don’t you?” As she spoke, she took the tip of my erect member and began rolling it between her fingers, holding it just inches from the deep cleavage of her breasts.

I could hardly believe what she seemed to be offering. “Are you going to… to…?”

“Masturbate you? You’d like that, wouldn’t you? No, Arnold, we must not reinforce your childish dependence on that habit. I will relieve your tension, but in a way more beneficial to your sexual adjustment. Lie across my lap, now.”

“What… what are you going to do?”

“Well, you’ve been a very naughty boy. And we both know what happens to naughty boys, don’t we?” She laid me over her lap, carefully placing my penis between her leather-clad thighs. It was dripping with excitement and soon made a slippery home for itself. I could feel the tips of her nude breasts tickling my back. “Comfy? Now I’m going to paddle you, Arnold. It will hurt at first, so don’t be ashamed to cry and kick.”

She began spanking me hard with her hand, the leather glove making a loud popping sound. Indeed, it did hurt, and I began to kick my bare legs and beg her to stop. But in spite of the painful slaps, my penis was rock hard, and with each blow it rubbed deliciously between her boot tops.

I continued to cry and beg her to stop, but it must have been very clear to her that this was the last thing I wanted. I was getting very close to climax, and the slaps were as hard as ever, but now they felt heavenly. I wanted nothing more than to lie forever on the lap of this divine creature, prolonging the rapture of the spanking eternally. But I could not hold back the course of nature for long, and at last I cried out, “Oh Doctor, I’m going to… I can’t help…”

But she was fully aware of my state. “Yes, that’s right, Arnold, let go on my lap. Just let it come out when you feel like it.”

My penis quivered and began spurting its fluids between her legs. She accelerated the slaps, timing them perfectly to each surge of my ejaculation, which seemed almost endless. At last I ceased, and the rain of blows became gentle pats on my perspiring backside. “There, there. All done now,” she soothed.

She left me alone for a few minutes to dress and collect myself. When she returned, she also was dressed, in her doctor’s whites. As she walked me to the door, she asked, “When would you like your next appointment? I recommend two corrective treatments per week.”

I asked, “Could… could we make it three? I think the extra treatment would be very… good for me.”

She smiled knowingly. “All right. Three it is, then.”

— end —

I keep asking you what is this “surprise” gift you have for me. You tell me I will find out, but only after I promise to let you see me enjoying it!

Damn, I think, that’s what I get for telling you I always take a picture of myself enjoying a gift for the person who sent it to me. Okay, I say, yes you can see me enjoying the gift. We make plans for you to give me my present.

I have a few sneaking ideas as to what the “gift” may be. . .you think naughty thoughts like I do! However, always seemed to me just as I think I have someone figured out they change the rules on me! So I prepare myself for the present to be anything.

I get my standard Nude Man door greeting from you. Instantly, I am in an even better mood than the two seconds before you open the door! After some hugs and kisses, I start pressing you to present the gift. I am so dying to know what you want to see me “enjoying.”

You disappear for a few moments, returning with a rectangular box wrapped in glittery paper. I sit on the couch as you hand me the gift. You have a mischievous grin, so I know something is up. I shake the box, but hear no movement. I make a few comments about what it could be. . .a new Barbie doll? You tell me the only way for me to know is to open the damn thing!

I decide to be a bit more difficult, by carefully opening up each corner and keeping the paper intact. Doing so belies my true character of tearing the paper off of a gift! I don’t even peek into the exposed end of the paper tunnel, I continue to gingerly open the gift.

Finally, when I have removed the last of the tape, I roll the paper off of the box. I don’t look at the box- instead, I set it down next to the couch as I fold the paper. . .once again you tell me to stop being silly and look at my present!

Before I do, I tell you how much I appreciate your thoughtfulness at surprising me out of the blue with a gift. You are too kind, too sweet, and too sensitive I say, as you bend over my lap to grab my gift. Here, you say, as you put it on my lap.

Oh my, I say, as I realize you have given me a fantastic new toy– gaziantep olgun escort a shiny new vibrator! And a nice one it is– about six inches in length, and about an inch and a half in diameter. It was even ribbed– “for her pleasure.” I take my plaything out of it’s wrapping. I examine it, making sure it has no rough edges or anything that could be a problem (a girl has to check these things, you know!) impressed with the smoothness of the plastic. I even liked how easy it was to turn the switch at the base of the gift. Not all vibrators are created equal, and I could instantly tell you dropped a pretty penny for this charming gift!

You are still grinning with excitement, when I say to you– there are no batteries. Darn. How will I enjoy my new gift? Not missing a beat, you say oh as you pull two C batteries from under the couch. I smile as I take them from you. . .yes you are indeed a very smart, thinking kind of a guy. . .

I load the batteries in my new toy, asking you if you want me to take pleasure from it now, or later– say, in a week or two? Hell no, you say, telling me how much you want to see me play right now! Okey dokey I say, as I watch your cock rise.

I kick off my shoes, then stand up and let my jeans fall to the floor. I slip my bra off from under my sweatshirt, leaving my sweatshirt on. You protest, but I tell you I will take it off in a few minutes. I step out of my jeans and sit back down on the couch. You turn off the tv, dim the lights a tiny bit, and put on a CD. I don’t know who it was, but it was definitely relaxing music. I slide to one end of the couch as you sit at the other end. I lean over to give you a big, wet kiss; one you eagerly accept. As I pull away to go back to my reclining position, I fire up the vibrator. ..

It makes a low hum. . .not loud or clacking like cheap vibrators. This I like, as I comment to you it is a “stealth vibrator!” As I look at you, I can tell you want me to hurry up and start touching myself with the damn thing! I turn it off, telling you I have to get my gaziantep oral yapan escort pretty pussy ready for the toy. . .

I let my legs fall open, exposing my wet pussy to you. I slide my hand down the slit, opening myself up. You can easily see how wet I am, and my hard nipples are poking up under my sweatshirt. I lean back even more on the couch, as I start to use my other hand to play with my clit. I can feel your eyes burning on my pussy, which makes me even hotter to know you derive joy from watching me. I savor your hand stroking my lower leg. . .this makes me want to give you the best show of me enjoying my gift.

I remove my hands from my pussy, picking up the toy. I give it life again, turning the vibration down to “low.” Too much vibration too quick would result in me not cumming at all! I spread my lips again, (you know which ones) and touch my love button with the tip of the toy. Doing this sends warm waves of pleasure through my thighs, causing me to moan softly. You encourage me on, telling me how sexy I look, how much you want to see the vibrator in me, making me cum. You tell me how after I make myself cum, you won’t be able to keep your tongue out of my slick pussy! I keep the vibrator on the tip of my clit, as I listen to you tell me more. . .you tell me how you want to stick your fingers inside of me, making me wetter. You tell me how you want to make me cum, then make me cum again before you stick your rock hard cock in me. You tell me how you want to taste my liquor as it gushes forth on your hands. You tell me you want to see me lick your fingers, full of my honey!

The more you say, the hotter I get. I am so wet, I begin to wonder if the toy has a tight seal where the batteries go– sure would hate to corrode my new plaything! I start to touch the tip at the opening of my pussy…I think, just a quick movement would allow me to feel the toy inside of me. I look at you, as you eagerly anticipate me sliding the toy inside of me.

I turn up the speed on the vibrator a tiny bit. It is still gaziantep otele gelen escort quiet, and I slowly start to push the toy in me. I go real slow, because I know doing such would tease me as much as it teases you. You continue to stroke my leg, as you start to stroke your cock.

Suddenly, I pull the toy out, as you protest. You ask me what’s wrong, and I tell you nothing. I slide my ass down to the floor as well as fling my sweatshirt off. Join me, I say as you waste no time getting comfortable on the floor with me. I tease my pussy with the toy again, then push it in me.

When it is all the way in my pussy, I can feel how the whole toy vibrates, not just the tip. Wow, I think, you are a man who knows his toys! I turn up the speed a tiny bit more. You move so your head is right by my wet pussy. I tell you that you have a ringside seat, and if you are not careful you might get wet! You say you are banking on it!

I am so wet, I know you can see the juice slipping out of me. I can smell how hot, how sticky sweet I am. I tickle my clit with my fingers, bringing myself right to the edge of an orgasm. . .

You can tell how hot I have made myself, as I writhe around on the floor. I pull the vibrator out, and put the tip of it back on my clit. . .

This drives me crazy– at this point, I am breathing hard. Not only that, but my nipples are still hard– wanting to be touched by you. I tighten up a fragment, as I ask you to please lick me.

You instantly stick your tongue in my hot pussy, giving me the extra stimulation I need to make me cum.

Oh, this is a good one too (are any of them ever bad? I think not!) I gush what feels like a gallon of my precious juice, and you eagerly catch every drop on your tongue. The waves of pleasure spread all through me, feeling extra-delicious. . .

Because I didn’t move the toy as soon as I came, I inadvertently gave myself another orgasm! This one was so marvelous, I dropped the toy! You grab my ass, holding on as this orgasm causes me to buck my hips– once again you catch each drop of sweet nectar on your tongue!

As the intense pleasure subsides in me, you gently lick my pussy. This feels great to me; you manage to keep me horny and wanting more fun!

I calmly tell you you forgot to take a picture of me enjoying my gift!

You grin, tell me no problem. You pick up the still-vibrating gift, hand it to me, and tell me there’s going to be plenty of chances to take pictures of me enjoying the gift. . .

Thanksgiving can be a nightmare. My marriage certainly was, and I couldn’t do anything about it. All I needed was my sexist brother-in-law hounding me, my in-laws judging me. I just want to be happy, something just has to work out. Maybe after the holidays? Something has to give, and soon.This time of year, wives brace themselves for an onslaught of family descending on their houses. I’m a nervous wreck trying to get everything together. The turkey, the decorations, and all the deep cleaning I have been doing for weeks.My mother-in-law is one thing. She’s nice with that little edge of disapproval. You know the type. But she’s nothing compared to my brother-in-law, Kevin. He’s arrogant, crass, rich and Mmmm, fucking built. He’s also a bit of a misogynist and thinks he’s god’s gift. The string of women that follow him around only confirms that for him.Last year, he came on to me. What a pig, right? He didn’t just come on to me, he came up behind me in the kitchen one night and cupped my tits. He was naked, and I felt his cock on the inside of my thigh. He was huge and as he got excited, his cock wedged between my legs just rubbing my pussy, I almost bent over for him.“What are you doing? Your girlfriend is in the other room. Oh, Jesus, you’re naked. Why are you out here naked?”“Well, I had a hold of your tits. Why do you think? And don’t give me that ‘Oh, Jesus’ bullshit. You want it.”I did. My husband and I hadn’t had sex in a while. And by the sounds of it, Kevin didn’t go more than a few hours. “I’m not one of your whores.” I stomped off and decided it was time for my husband to do the do. He did not. I got mad, we fought, and I ended up diddling myself.Fast forward eight months and I have been diddling wildly over that night. My husband is a dead fish. I have asked if he’s OK. Does he not love me? I sent him to get his testosterone checked. gaziantep ofise gelen escort I am beside myself. Then a package came. It was from Kevin who was off on some South American trip.“What’s this?” My husband asked.“Your brother sent it. It’s…I don’t know, a lot of cloth and a log?”“Let me look,” He said as I moved aside. It turned out to be a sort of hammock chair. “This is cool. I think I have just the place for it.”We have an entertainment room, sort of a back porch with a TV that doubles as a guest quarters in the holiday. My husband hung it up, and it was comfortable. I loved sitting in it and reading. It swung, so it was like a rocking chair. Little did I know.My in-laws came into town and I was getting ready to put their suitcase in the porch when my mother-in-law got a sour face. That’s not good.“What’s wrong?”“I just, you know, last year it was a bit cold out there. My old bones and all. Could we have a room inside?”“It’s a lot smaller,” I said.“Yes, but it’s closer to the bathroom. And, it’s warmer.”“Ok. Let me move some things around.”I was making the adjustment and making the bed, bending over to tuck something in, and – ‘crack!’ – my ass burst into flames as someone smacked my ass.“Ow! What the…?!” It was Kevin, sporting a new close-cropped beard. I was just about to smack him back when he grabbed my arm and pulled me in.“You got a kiss for me?” he said.“What?! No! You smacked my ass! That hurt, jerk.”Undeterred, he kissed me anyway. It was fairly quick, given I bit him. But he just laughed it off and sat on the bed. His muscled frame stretched out as he lay back.“I just made that, and this is not your room this year.”“Good, because last year I had to deal with the constant sound of you and my brother fucking. Oh, no wait, that was me. You guys gaziantep öğrenci escort were doing the yelling.”“You’re in the porch room. Like the dog you are,” I told him and left the room. He followed and went out to the porch. Where he saw the chair that my husband had hung.“I see you hung it up, so this is why you wanted me out here. Nice. I knew you would come around.”“What are you talking about?”“You didn’t read the note with it, did you?” He asked. I had not. He had sent it around my birthday and he had put a card in it for me. I opened it, stole the money, and threw it in the desk drawer.“I’ll open the couch up and get some sheets later and make the bed.”“Hey, don’t bother. I’ll just use the blankets and sleep on the couch. That way, we can use it during the day. I don’t want to be a bother.”“Really? Since when?”I went to look for the card. I looked everywhere and then finally in the last place I looked, there it was, the teal envelope. I pulled the card out. Not much to it, a picture of an alpaca fucking another alpaca – “Figures.” And then the note.Hey, I won’t be around for your birthday. I spotted this Incan fertility chair and thought about you. I can just imagine you in it, just a t-shirt. Anyway, it’s supposed to bring you happiness and all that, so, happy birthday. Get laid already!Great, an Incan fertility chair? He made that up! I’ll never be able to sit in it again knowing he thinks it’s a sex swing.“Hey, my brother arrive?” my husband asked. “We were going to go golfing.”“Yes, he’s here. Get him out of my sight,” I said, putting the note away.“You’re not still pissed about last year. Are you?”“Let’s not start again. The both of you go. I have to settle your mother in.”They left, and a few minutes later, the fun with his mother began.That night we were oğuzeli escort sitting around talking, and I went to get some drinks. Kevin appeared in the kitchen.“Need help?” he asked and startled me.“More than you can imagine. So, no slut this year? Did they all finally get smart and see through you?”“Not exactly. Maybe I just grew up.”“Oh. Good one. Carry all this out to your mom and dad. I’ll get the chips.”“Look. I don’t want this to get ugly. But, then again, I do. I thought about not using this. But you know what? I think I will. In spite of you being a little bitchy,” he said and laid what looked like a thousand-dollar bill on the counter. He grabbed the drinks and left.The bill was bogus of course, one side was a thousand and the other was a note. A bet between my husband and Kevin.One Night with Beth. Whoever wins gets Beth all night.Signed by my husband and four other guys, Kevin being one. Why would he give me this? It was obviously a joke. But the idea aroused me that all these guys were playing golf with me as a prize. My husband being one of them.Wanting to put the bill in the trash, I looked at it for a bit and sat down in the kitchen. What did it mean? My husband came looking for me. I slid the bill over to him. “What’s this?”He sat down. “It’s a fake bill. We use them for gentlemen bets, you know ‘bet you a grand that…’ that kind of thing.”“Yeah, but you bet me! Want to explain?”“Actually, I didn’t. Kevin wrote that,” he explained.“And you signed it,” I pointed out his signature.“I did.”“And so of course you guys had a laugh and Kevin kept the bill as a joke to humiliate me with later,” I said, leaned back and crossed my arms.“No, Beth. That’s not it. He won the round,” my husband said and my mouth fell open.“You seriously want me to honor this bet? Is that where we are going. Unbelievable. I don’t think I have ever heard anything so, so… You’re both a couple of pigs. I’m not some possession, what the fuck were you thinking?”“Beth, I’m gay.”It was a punch to the gut. We sat there in silence. A thousand things running through my mind. I knew something was wrong; I had asked a thousand times. Part of me knew I didn’t want to know. I thought I was strong. I got up and left the room and locked myself in the bedroom.

Monday mornings never got easier. Knowing that you had five difficult days of lectures, coursework, and study ahead of you before the freedom of a weekend presented itself again was always a strain, though today was different. Today was the first day I was going to wear one of my new panties all day, and what made it all the more special was that Sophie had even chosen which pair I was to wear. Her choice had been a sheer, purple set of lace panties that were quite transparent. They felt super comfortable, and the way in which they rubbed against me had already given me an erection. If they continued to make me react this way, I would have to find a reason to hide away in the toilets and allow myself relief.Sophie had messaged me this morning requesting updates throughout the day, and where possible, she asked that I take a risky shot or two for her amusement. Right now, travelling on the underground, I was tempted to try and get one of those photos, but it was too busy on the train. There would be no way to flash a little of my panties without anyone seeing. I already felt exposed with the knowledge that I was wearing the panties, convinced that the people around me had X-ray vision and were silently judging me, even though there was no way they could possibly know.Ever since I met Sophie, my life turned upside down, but in a good way. I wondered whether fate had led me to buy those panties on the day of the party. Sure we get on well together, but I don’t think the results would have been the same if she hadn’t been so turned on by the sight of me wearing panties. When I had left her house yesterday evening after washing off the make-up she had applied to my skin, she had genuinely seemed sad to watch me go.I arrived at the station closest to my university and headed outside, walking around aimlessly for a while before finding a discreet, dark alley between two quiet shops that weren’t open yet.I vaguely remember using this space before after drinking at a pub after university. I had been so desperate to urinate that I found this place and remember thinking how private an area it was. The loud noise of the city played around me as I fumbled around unzipping my jeans. I looked around the corner to ensure I was alone before dropping my jeans to my ankles. Hastily, I took a couple of pictures whilst I clumsily stuck my ass out, cringing at how flat and unattractive my ass looked in the photos. I may have had a petite frame, but my ass didn’t look the slightest bit feminine, and that bothered me for some reason.Sophie replied instantly, expressing her appreciation for the picture and adding those emojis with the heart eyes and a couple of fire emojis on top. Immediately, she wanted more.I couldn’t help but smile goofily as I read her message. I never imagined I would find someone who would encourage this fantasy of mine the way she did, and then that person would also get off seeing me like this. I promised more pictures for later and then made my way to the first lecture of the day.I shifted uncomfortably in my chair gaziantep minyon escort as the teacher droned on in a monotonous tone. The panties were still causing me some excitement and I felt a need to touch myself, though I couldn’t right now in the middle of class. I’m sure that kind of behaviour would be frowned upon. I had made sure I had tucked my shirt into my jeans before sitting down, I didn’t want any chance of anyone spotting the panties at all. Despite how nervous it made me, I discovered the risk of wearing the panties was another turn-on. Steve had noticed that I was distracted this morning and he seemed a little concerned. I assured him all was okay, but I knew he worried about me. I didn’t have the same social skill or mental strength that he had, and I was sure he was worried about me falling into depression or hurting myself. I wanted to tell him that I was happier than I had been in a while, but that would involve telling him about Sophie and the fact I was wearing panties.When lunchtime arrived, I sat down alone and rushed eating my sandwich before finding toilets that were out of the way and less likely to be used at this time. Thankfully I didn’t have to explain my absence to Steve since he had gone to meet Lily and Sophie for lunch. Both she and Sophie went to a different college not too far from our university and Sophie had messaged earlier that she intended to interrogate Steve to make sure he was good enough for her best friend. I did my bit for Steve, vouching for him that he genuinely was a fantastic guy.The toilets were thankfully empty as I rushed into one of the empty cubicles. It occurred to me that if I had been desperate to pee, I would have had to come in here as there would be a chance that I would reveal the panties if anyone used a urinal next to me. I sat on the toilet and pulled down my jeans, just as Sophie video called me.”I’ve got a few minutes to spare before meeting Lily and Steve and I just wanted to see how you were?”Sophie’s voice soothed me through my wireless headphones. I saw my face at the bottom of the screen smiling goofily, and that was purely the reaction to seeing Sophie.”Wait, are you on the toilet?””I am. Just finishing up.”I smiled sheepishly. I wouldn’t have answered, but I didn’t want to miss the opportunity to talk to her. Slowly, I shifted the camera to show me sitting on the toilet, my legs spread and my panties around my ankles.”Oh, I do like the look of those panties around your ankles.”I hoped she was somewhere out of earshot from others when she said that.”Let us have a little bit of fun, shall we?”Sophie lowered the camera to her chest and pulled aside the arm strap of her top to reveal that she was braless today. With her free hand, she cupped and massaged her breast. Immediately, my cock reacted to what I was seeing by growing hard.”Pull those panties up and start stroking that little cocklet for me.” Sophie’s tone was soft and encouraging. I would be sensitive about having nizip escort my cock referred to as a ‘little cocklet’, but she made it sound genuinely affectionate instead of demeaning. I placed the phone down as I pulled up the panties. Moaning, I stroked my cock through my panties, focusing on the feel of the material rubbing against my cock as I watched Sophie play with her breasts and nipples. I longed to be with her, to cup her breasts in my hands as she stroked me, but for now, this would suffice.”Slow your breathing. Try not to get too excited, sweety,” Sophie reminded me as she took in the look of pleasure on my face. She had a point; I’d already cum all too quickly in her presence before, and I could feel that it wouldn’t take much more attention before I left a cum stain in my panties. Thinking ahead, I grabbed some tissue to prevent myself from staining my panties.”Oh, Lily’s calling me; I have to go. Can you pull those panties and wait for me to call back later?”I looked at the screen with an exasperated expression, but I quickly recovered and did as she asked as she kissed the camera on her phone to say goodbye. Blushing, I tried to ignore my cock throbbing for more attention under the panties. It seemed unnatural for me to leave it hard and without climax, but Sophie had asked me to wait until she was able to watch, and I was all too happy to go along with what she said. I’d felt things I thought I’d never feel thanks to her.The frustration remained as I walked into my next class after an extended lunch break. Steve had returned from lunch with a grin from ear to ear as he said he thought Lily might be the one. For me, it was too early for him to make that statement, but it was clearly the way he felt. He was an all-or-nothing kind of guy; I knew that if things continued to go well with Lily, he would be with her for life.”I passed Sophie’s test; she seemed to like me.”There was no doubt in my mind that Sophie would approve of Steve since he was a likeable person, not to mention one of the most honourable people I knew. I hadn’t told him yet of my weekend with Sophie, and Sophie had only sworn Lily to secrecy that we had hooked up at the party and had a picnic date. I wanted to tell Steve but I didn’t think it was the right time. I still had a difficult time convincing myself that I wasn’t dreaming the entire thing. Listening to him talk about his lunch date was a good distraction from the dull ache from not bringing myself to climax when stroking myself earlier. A part of me wanted to tell Steve everything, including my long-standing fantasy of wearing panties, but I was worried he’d think differently of me. I was always a little different, a little geekier and into things that most others weren’t, but this might be too much for him. He already put up with so much from me, and I’m so different to some of our other friends.That dull ache was still present as I raced back to the underground station to get home, only now there was an increased desperation nurdağı escort to touch myself some more, although I wasn’t that desperate to try to do it on a crowded train, even if I did attempt to think of ways to do it subtly without getting caught. It was a shame these underground trains didn’t have a toilet on them. Things became worse when the memory of how she spoke to me on the phone earlier crossed my mind. I probably should have found the way she addressed me as emasculating, but it seemed to genuinely come from a place of affection. It didn’t feel like she was trying to belittle or humiliate me.The train stopped at my stop and I ran home and waited for Sophie to call me whilst pacing in the living room. It took every ounce of willpower I had not to touch myself, and although I knew I could touch myself if I really wanted, it mattered more to me that Sophie was a part of this. It meant so much more, even if it was through the phone.”Hey, beautiful.”Sophie smiled as I answered her video call with a goofy smile. I recognised her room from spending an amazing time there Saturday night. Sophie took her top off and once again cupped her breast with her free hand.”Now, where were we?””I seem to have forgotten,” I said with a wry smile.”Oh really? Well, I seem to remember you were being a good little girly rubbing that cocklet for me. Show me those pretty panties and get stroking, sweety.”Well, that did it; my cock instantly grew hard. I lowered my jeans so that I could start stroking it for Sophie. There was that word ‘cocklet’ again, and my god, did I respond to it. Hearing her voice urging me on as I stroked my cock through my panties put me in my happy place. It almost felt like I was floating, riding a high of endorphins. I watched Sophie as she played with her nipples for me, asking if I liked what I was seeing. When she saw me getting close, she asked me to hold my free hand behind my back and watch her as she stripped down and headed into the shower. Placing the phone on the side, she angled it so that I could see her whilst she showered. I was allowed to stroke myself again as I watched her tantalisingly lather her beautifully inked body with soap, and I craved to touch her glistening skin. On and off, she encouraged me to stroke myself. Keeping me on the edge of climax and then telling me to stop stroking myself when I was on the brink of release as she teased me by massaging the soap into her skin. I discovered that whilst I was in this sensation of euphoria, I was very compliant. The part of me that yearned for release screamed out in my mind every time I stopped stroking, desperate for that burst of pleasure that came with the climax.”Keep going there, cutie.”I noticed that she was dressed and outside now. When did that happen? I’d been so lost in that euphoric, floating sensation that I hadn’t even realised she had left the shower. Listening to her voice as she instructed me to stroke myself for her had put me in a lustful trance. The desperation for release kept growing whilst Sophie showed no signs of telling me to push myself over the edge as she asked for my address. My cock was so sensitive now that the gaps between touching myself and not touching myself were much more frequent. As Sophie arrived at the street I lived in, I unlocked the front door and left it slightly ajar so she could walk in whilst I continued stroking myself.

I watched my nephew masturbate in the shower. It felt sort of wrong to look, as though it was a private moment, but he’d left the bathroom door wide open and the whole bathroom, including the shower area, was clearly visible.I’m Gwen and maybe you read about me in my Kelly series, which probably still has more stories to come. Kelly is my sixteen-year-old daughter. I’m forty years old and your basic mom who likes sex a lot. My husband, Greg, and I have fucked a lot of different people, men and women, especially in the past five years. Until a few months ago we’d always done this at a hotel, but nowadays we sometimes included Kelly in our sex play, so we simply had people come to the house.Nephew Michael, however, was just supposed to be a visit. Yes, he’d be here most of a week, a long time, but he had at least a week off from college and decided he wanted to see Disneyland, surf at Pacific Beach, and do some other things suitable for an eighteen-year-old boy. Which, apparently, included masturbating in my shower.I passed the guest bathroom on the way to the laundry – I was holding the hamper in my hands as I looked at Mike. The shower screen was glass that went eighty percent of the way to the ceiling. The glass had a very slight haze and some water streaks, but I could readily see Mike’s hand on his cock, quickly moving back and forth.Then I heard, “Gwen! Fuck me! Like that! Fuck my hard cock!”He didn’t appear to be looking in my direction, but he could see me as easily as I could see him if he turned his head. His body looked to be fairly filled out with muscles carved in his shoulders and arms and I could make out bits of a six-pack in his abs. I love seeing abdominal muscles, men or women, although I’ll admit that mine, uh, aren’t visible.He said more of the same, but the essence was that he was fantasizing about having sex with me. And then he came. He sort of yipped in a high voice, a very odd sound. I could see streams of cum shoot from his dick. As soon as he finished, I continued to the laundry, not wanting to disturb him.You might think this is odd, my falling into sexual situations, but it’s really not. For one thing, guys think about sex all the time and women think about sex a fair amount of the time. It shouldn’t be surprising that many of us act on some of these thoughts. For another, having sex with my husband and my daughter and various other people keeps me open to sex as a regular event. I’d even say it’s nothing special except that it feels so good. Anyway, my much-younger nephew had just masturbated in front of me – not a big deal. That he thought about fucking me, well, I guessed gaziantep manken escort that our fantasies could be whatever we wanted them to be. I won’t even hint to you about some of mine.The next morning, I listened for the shower to start and walked over to watch. Yes, he’d left the door wide open again. I wondered whether that was just a teenage thing to do, probably not, or if he knew I was watching. He soaped his body and I saw his cock grow from soft and semi-small to big and hard. Mike did have a large cock, longer than my husband’s (which was on the short side) and almost as thick (Greg’s cock was kind of a sausage). Although I’d had bigger dicks, huge ones, Mike’s was simply large. I didn’t notice Kelly had walked up to me until she tapped me on the shoulder.“Is that Mike?” she asked unnecessarily.“Yes, it is. Now, quiet.”“His dick is kinda big, isn’t it?” she asked.“Shhhh.”We both watched him masturbate until he came. It was much the same surge of ejaculations as before, a long shot, a longer shot, then several shorter ones. He’d started talking again as he got close to cumming, mentioning me by name several times and his cock and several of my body parts, especially my pussy, and he yipped when he came. He seemed to love my pussy, which he’d never seen.“Come on,” I told Kelly and we left.“I think he wants to fuck you,” Kelly said.“Well, yeah, I think he wants to fuck anybody and anything. At least he’s doing it in the shower, not fucking his pillow or jacking off on the coffee table.”The next morning, Sunday, Kelly beat me to our voyeur post and we watched together as Mike masturbated and yipped and came. This time, when he spoke, his story had changed.“Kelly, you’re so beautiful, fuck my cock. God, I want to fill up your pussy.”And like that. It was very similar to the previous two days, but this time it was my daughter he fantasized about. Kelly had put her hand over her mouth, partly in shock, maybe, but I could see she was smiling.“You enjoyed being fantasized about, didn’t you?” I asked.“Well, yeah, who wouldn’t?”That night, at dinner, we all talked about the day we’d had. Mike had gone downtown and toured the Midway aircraft carrier and had tacos for lunch. Then I said what I needed to say.“Mike, how come you shower with the door open? You know we can see you. Not just see you take a shower, but watch you masturbate. Every morning.”This was news to Greg, who seemed more interested than shocked. Kelly put her hand to her mouth again, I don’t know why. Mike flushed a little, but not that much, and put down his fork. gaziantep masaj yapan escort He looked at each of us before he said anything.“I, uh, well, I was thinking that maybe one of you would watch me take a shower. And… you know. With my hand.” He was obviously struggling. “And, uh, cum.”He had now turned crimson, but he kept his eyes up.“Well, sounds like it worked,” Greg said. “Congratulations!”“You like to masturbate in front of people?” I asked.“Well, yeah. It gets my motor running, if you know what I mean. Someone else to enjoy the spectacle, I guess. It’s best when I know people are watching instead of when I’m just guessing. Or hoping.”That sounded a bit grandiose to me, but he was only eighteen.“You knew I was watching?” I asked. “Kelly and me?”“Yeah, at least I did, starting a couple of days ago. That was you, right? Then you and Kelly yesterday and today? Watching me jerk off?”“What did you think, Kelly?” I asked her.“I loved it! It was maybe better when I thought he didn’t have any idea we were there, but I still like it. It’s fun to see someone cum, especially a guy. Right, Dad?”“Um, sure.”It was obvious we were done eating.“Would you like to simply masturbate in front of us, Mike? Maybe all three of us?” I asked. “We’re not shy and neither are you.”“I don’t know,” he said. “I’ve done the shower trick many times and I’ve jerked off other places where I would be seen, but I’ve never just done it in front of people. Like a stage act or something.”“Well, I’d like to see it,” Kelly said. She had come a long way from the girl a few months ago who hadn’t even seen her dad naked. “Stage act or whatever.”“I’ll jerk off with you if you want,” Greg said.Mike’s eyes widened. “You would do that? In front of, you know, your daughter?”“Sure,” Greg said. “Nothing she hasn’t seen before.”I couldn’t understand why Greg was being so open about having sex with his daughter. We weren’t shy about sex, but I was scared shitless that some stuffed shirt would learn about it. Incest is illegal in California, I’m pretty sure, definitely with a sixteen-year-old daughter.Mike thought about that for a minute. I have no idea what he was thinking, but he’d obviously sorted out that sex in our family was a group thing.“Well, OK, I guess, although it’s a little hard to believe you. Do I just stand up and drop my shorts or what?”“No,” I laughed, “if we’re going to make a mess, and it sounds like there’ll be jizz everywhere, let’s all go to our bedroom. King-sized bed and all.”We moved to the bedroom. Mike and Greg took off their clothes gaziantep masöz escort and they both sported hard cocks. It was obvious that Mike’s was bigger. And Mike’s ass was tighter, as was his tummy. I could feel myself getting wet. They pulled down the covers and climbed onto the bed. Side by side, they began to fondle their dicks.Mike’s cock was lovely. Some aren’t, but Mike’s was stiff and straight, its big head circumcised. His balls, though, were as ugly as the next guy’s and mostly drawn up tight to his dick. A guy’s balls have always seemed like a design failure to me, although I’ve seen them swinging on lots of kinds of critters, so I guess they work the way they’re supposed to.“You girls could help,” Greg said. “Give us something to look at, at least.”Kelly and I looked at each other and shrugged. A minute later I was naked and she had her top off. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her small breasts poked out of her chest with hard nipples. I sat on the bed next to Greg and Kelly stood close to Mike’s side of it. Mike moved to the edge and began to run a hand along Kelly’s breast and nipple as though he’d forgotten all about masturbating.Greg saw that and he bumped himself to lie closer to Mike. His hand went down to Mike’s cock.“Hey,” Mike said. “I’m not gay. I mean, you know, being gay is cool and all, but that’s not me.”“Well, I’m not gay, either,” Greg replied. “But I am bisexual and your cock is especially appealing. You must be seven inches and I’m hardly more than five.”Mike put his hand on Kelly’s pussy and she didn’t move away. In fact, she stepped closer, right to the edge of the bed. He rubbed her crotch through her shorts. Mike hadn’t actually told Greg to stop, so he had begun to stroke Mike’s dick. He did this for perhaps half a minute and, hearing no objection, Greg lowered his head and took Mike’s cock into his mouth.“Hey,” Mike yelled. “What the fuck are you doing?”Greg said nothing and kept sucking.“I told you… you know, that feels good. It feels great. OK, Greg, you can suck my cock, but no kissing or anything gay. Cock sucking is fine.”I felt left out (and not for the first time, either). I slid onto the bed and began to jerk Greg’s dick with my hand. Mike continued to rub Kelly’s crotch and unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts. We would have had a great daisy chain if Kelly would figure out a way to eat my cunt, but that seemed unlikely.Greg deepthroated Mike, which I thought rather impressive. I began to suck Greg as I gave him a hand job. Both guys began to moan, not loudly, but steadily.“I’m going to cum,” Mike said abruptly.I don’t think he even finished the sentence before he jammed his cock into Greg’s throat and I could see his balls move as he came. He yipped some more, maybe a coyote yowl or something? Greg almost got all his cum, but at the end, he pulled his mouth off Mike’s dick, saliva and cum everywhere as he choked for breath. He jerked Mike’s cock so he would ejaculate the last bit of cum. Then, despite his sudden breathing problem, he came himself.

“Here you go,” I said as I handed the menu to the waiter.He nodded. My table was in a booth in the corner of the clubhouse restaurant. A guy sat on my side and wore a suit with a collar and tie. He was attractive in a way that excited me. But there was something about the man that got my attention immediately: his eyes were blank and vacant like he didn’t even know who I was or what we were doing here tonight. He wasn’t my actual friend. He was just the guy that an agency had ordered to come for the evening.I did a double-take at him before I spoke, “So then. I have heard that your agency offers mysterious and excellent sex services, and the prices are beyond ordinary. I happen to be able to afford it.”He smiled broadly and whispered, “We offer exceptional service, Mr. Knightly. Our staff is trained in many different areas of sexual fulfillment. We also specialize when requested by our clients. Do you find the concept exciting?””Since I can afford this price, I hope your organization can surprise me. I have a lot of experience in sex, and I am not easily satisfied.” I replied.The waiter returned with my wine. He used port tongs heated over an open flame to remove the neck of the wine bottle, and then he poured the wine into a decanter. I’m bored watching him doing fancy shows, but this young guy suddenly unzipped his trousers, pulled out his penis to masturbate, and started thrusting into his fist. His cock repeatedly pulsed in time with his heartbeat. He seemed to be completely unaware of doing inappropriate things on occasion.A moment later, he grunted, and cum spurted out into the glass. It was quite a bit. Then he poured the red wine into the glass and set the glass down carefully in front of me. If it weren’t for his sudden masturbation, his movements would be professional and flawless. I looked at the waiter’s face. He stared blankly back at me with no expression.”Surprise, Mr. Knightly. A little sample of what lies ahead for you.” The agent smiled.I took a sip of the wine, tasting red wine mixed with semen. The waiter had an average appearance, and I usually wouldn’t even glance at him, but now I was sexually aroused by him. So, I said, “This seems interesting and exciting. How do you do it? The staffs of this top private club are all strictly selected. How do you recruit them?””It’s a trade secret.” The agent chuckled. “You’ll see soon enough. Now, if you would care to order some appetizers, they will get down to pleasing you.”I ordered him a steak dinner and then ordered one for myself. The chef personally pushes the dining cart to our table. He was one of the top-ten Michelin Star Chefs, a handsome thirty-nine-year-old man who wore an apron over his white shirt and black pants.”Can I do this to him too? Your terms of service say I can do anything to anyone except hurt them.” I asked.”You can try him yourself.” He seems confident.He came to my side of the table, and as he set my plate in front of me, he whispered, “Sorry for the rush. I think you’ll enjoy this.””The food is delicious but missing the sauce,” I said.I hand-squeezed his cock through his apron.The chef lifted his apron to show me his erection. “Oh, I’ve got plenty of sauce for you tonight, sir.”The waiter took the chair and made him stand up so that his crotch was in line with my mouth. He pushed his hips forward and touched the tip of his penis to my mouth. I opened wide to accept him, and he plunged his dick inside my throat.His cock smelled of cooking oil. It tasted salty. And it felt great sliding against my palate. With each thrust, he put more and more of his shaft into my mouth. My nostrils opened with his scent. His fingers dug into my hair as I sucked him off.When he finally shot his load down my throat, he grunted loudly. The force of his orgasm almost knocked me backward onto my seat.I sat back in my chair and stared at him, fascinated. This was the best thing I’d ever experienced in my life.The agent was watching the whole scene intensely. Finally, the agent said, “Well, Mr. Knightley, you’re certainly enjoying yourself. I have never seen such enthusiasm as you. Thank you for choosing us.”I gaziantep kızıl escort laughed, “No need to thank me. Your organization has a fine service. I don’t know how you guys can get these normal people to offer sex and act so nonchalantly—especially the head chef, who is usually arrogant. Even if I asked for extra money to receive service at non-reserved times, he never promised me either. What tricks did you use? Mind control?””If we can do that, why don’t we ask you to hand over your wealth instead of doing this business?” He said.”Makes sense. So, you learned the tricks of Westworld using artificial intelligence, humanoid robots, clones, or something? “”They are what they are,” he said. “I guarantee they are all human.””Anyway, I’m happy and worth the money,” I said.”Yes, sir. That’s exactly why we do this. To make you happy.” The agent said.I ordered the chef to crawl on all fours like a dog. He did so, and he bent over to lick my shoes. I was wearing my favorite Italian leather boots. He licked them clean, and I could see the saliva dripping down the sides of his mouth. I threw steak scraps at him, and he devoured them without hesitation.”What a good dog,” I said.***The next few days passed by quickly. By the end of the week, I received another invitation to a wedding. Unfortunately, I didn’t know the person who invited me, and too many people fawned at me because of business. I was not in the mood to deal with them.Then I received an anonymous message on my mobile phone. The content of the text message was only one word. “Surprise.”I picked up the invitation, looked at it carefully, and decided to change my mind about attending. I read through the details and saw that the party would take place at a resort near the lake. It was a big house and a large backyard where several cabins were built. The property was located in the middle of nowhere. It was about a five-hour drive from the city.As I drove toward the destination, I wondered why someone would invite me to a private event. I still found it strange, but I knew I could use this opportunity to test the agency’s powers. I was curious, and the idea of being surprised excited me.I arrived at the appointed time and parked in the driveway behind a long silver limousine.The driver opened my door and helped me out, and then I saw an ordinary villa. When I entered the house, I saw a group of men and women dancing around the entry hall. They were well-dressed and greeted each other. No one looked familiar to me, but I gave them polite nods.One of the hosts was a tall, tanned, young muscular man wearing an off-white dinner jacket paired with black tuxedo trousers. He was the groom at the wedding. He hugged me like I was important in his life, but I didn’t recognize him.”Welcome to our party,” he has a midwestern accent. “I’m so glad you could join us.””Thank you. I appreciate the invitation, especially considering the short notice.”He grinned and winked. “What can I say? You are special. Here, come with me.”He led me to a table, and I noticed it was already full of food and drinks. In addition, there was a bouquet of flowers resting in the center of the table. For the rest of the time, he introduced me to his fiancée.During the conversation, he revealed that his name was Ted, was a twenty-year-old student-athlete in college. He looked like to work out in the gym every day after school and was strong and charming, with powerlifter calves and broad shoulders.He claimed I was his best friend. He asked me to say a few words about him when he and his fiancée tied the knot.Ted told me that the wedding ceremony would take place soon, and their families wanted to have a good time with friends beforehand. So, of course, I agreed.Ted seemed so committed to the role the agency gave him that I couldn’t see a flaw. So I might try it. I had nothing to lose.So, I’m in front of his fiancée, stroking Ted’s penis through his pants, and I tell her that she’s lucky because Ted is an incredible lover. She giggles and laughs, and Ted smiles. They didn’t notice me, but Ted’s gaziantep köle escort cock hardened without hesitation, making him tent up his pants.Ted has a huge dick. It’s thick and long. I stare at it as it grows inside his trousers. It looks like it could be eight inches long when fully erect. I reach for it and hold it in my hand. Ted grunts and pulls his zipper down. His balls hang heavy under its weight.My hand slides easily along the shaft, and my fingers grasp the head. His pubic hair was cleanly shaved, and his foreskin was very long. I checked his foreskin repeatedly, which was clean inside and out, proving he was remarkably self-disciplined.I took a glance at the guests and realized that they didn’t even care about me holding the cock of a young man. Instead, they were focused on their conversations while Ted’s cock throbbed and jumped in my hand.Then I asked Ted’s fiancée if she had seen his penis, and she replied that she had never seen it. She and Ted are devout Christians and have agreed to wait until marriage to have sex.She told me that Ted promised to take her to heaven with his beautiful body once they were married. She wanted him to be the perfect husband.”So, Ted is a virgin?” I asked.”Yes!” She smiles. “But I want him to be the perfect husband, and I believe that means he must be well-trained. All of our friends are waiting to see it. If he likes me, he will do whatever I ask.””Who do you want me to please him?” I asked.”All of them! We have a very nice group of friends.”Friends of the bride and groom, men and women, toast me.”I understand,” I replied.I stroked his cock slowly, gently moving my hand up and down. I watched his face closely. It was already flushed red from excitement, and there were beads of sweat forming on his forehead.”How does it feel?” I asked.”Great, better than I imagined,” He whispers, “but my fiancée is standing right here.””Don’t worry, Ted. You won’t regret this.”My fingers are slippery with pre-cum. Finally, I wrap my hand around his cock and begin to stroke.”Have you ever shown your big dick in public?” I asked.Ted shakes his head, “I didn’t picture you jerking me off before the wedding ceremony.”I squeeze gently, and he groans.”How does it feel to be watched by your fiancée and friends as you get jerked off by me?” I asked.”I don’t know!” He laughed nervously. “It’s embarrassing.”I smiled. “They aren’t looking at you. They are watching my hands stroking your cock.”I slapped his ass. Then I lifted his cock and pointed it at the ceiling.”That’s right, baby. Let them see your beautiful dick.” I said.I pump harder and faster, pumping my fist vigorously. I look at Ted’s face. His eyes were closed. His lips parted slightly. His cheeks were flushed. His breathing becomes ragged.”Let me hear your voice again,” I said.”Wooowwwwww… Aahhh! Oh!”His eyes roll back in his head, and he throws his head back.I hugged his toned body from behind and continued to masturbate for him. I said, “Aren’t you a conservative, devout Christian? Now you pray to God and thank me for providing you with bliss.”Ted said, “Thank you, god. Thank you for making my penis hard so all these people can see it.” He looked up at the ceiling and continued, “And thank you for sending this wonderful man who loves my cock more than anything in the world. Amen.”I felt his cum squirt from his shaft. I pumped his cock quickly until it began to spew thick ropes of cum onto the floor. As the hot white seed splashed against the wood, his entire body shook and shuddered under his tuxedo jacket.”Do you want to know what your semen tastes like?” I asked.Ted smiled and nodded. He got on all fours and licked the cum on the floor. He opened his mouth and slurped down as much as he could swallow. He sucked my hand clean, then rubbed his wet, spent dick between two fingers.The guests applauded and cheered for him.Ted turned around, wrapped his arms around my neck, and pulled me close.”Did you learn a lesson?” I asked.Ted laughed. “Hell no. I’ll probably never go back to being a virgin again.”Then Ted took me to meet his best gaziantep kumral escort man, Mark.Mark, such a hunk, was a twenty-year-old football player, and he was Ted’s classmate and best friend. He was six feet tall and had curly black hair and dark brown eyes—charmer as hell.When I met him, he embraced me in a hug. He kissed both cheeks and then said, “You’re gorgeous.”I blushed and laughed. “Thanks.”He seemed to be sincere, although it was role-playing. I am rarely happy to be flattered by him like this.I realized I was surrounded by handsome young men who were so masculine and virile. I daresay that the agency chose someone who suits me.”I hope we can get along,” Mark added. “We haven’t known each other very long.””Come on, Mark. Please don’t worry about me now. I’m sure we will get along fine.””Good. I hate awkward moments.””I know there are ways around this. But, trust me,” I rubbed his crotch and said, “We’re friends when we both see each other’s dicks. That’s how Ted became friends with me.”Mark’s jaw dropped open, and he shook his head. His cock bulged through his suit trouser immediately, and I could smell his musky scent. Then he looked at me for a moment as if he wanted to say something but decided against it.I unhooked my trouser to reveal my penis and said, “Mark, it’s your turn. Show me your penis.”Ted laughed and clapped for me, He bared his cock just like me, and even though he did ejaculate for a while, he quickly re-erection. The consternation on Mark’s face was priceless, especially since Mark watched Ted jerk off in front of everyone without hesitation. It was funny because he didn’t expect that would happen. Mark turned redder than the red wine in his glass.Then Ted grabbed Mark’s cock through his pants and squeezed it.Mark looked at me with an incredulous expression.”Are you a real man or not?” I asked. “Are you a man who can show me your cock without hesitating, or will you be a coward?””Coward?” Mark replied. “What’s a coward?””You are a coward if you won’t show me your dick, and I mean right here and right now, in front of everyone. If you do, you prove that you are a real man. If you don’t, you prove you are a coward.”Mark swallowed hard. He licked his lips with the tip of his tongue and looked at Ted fascinated, “I did it for you.”Ted grabbed Mark by the shoulders, looked into his eyes, and said, “Mark, you’ve been my best friend and my best man. You are my brother. I trust you to do the right thing.”Mark’s eyes widened, and his cock twitched in his trousers and grew even more significant.Ted whispered to Mark, “Go ahead. I’m here to help you.”Ted pulled Mark’s trousers zipper down, reaching through the zipper to unzip his panties. His cock sprang out and stood straight up. Ted stroked it slowly and took pleasure in the sensation of it growing and swelling.”Look,” Ted whispered to Mark. “This is the proof that we are best friends.” He used my words.His cock was huge and thick, like a large sausage, and circumcised. It was covered in pre-cum and glistening with excitement. It looked like it was at least eight inches long. It was magnificent.”You’re getting so big!” I said. “How many times a day do you have to jack off to keep your erection?”Mark was staring at his cock, pointing directly at me, and he replied, “It’s like that every time. I have to masturbate at least three times a day.”I compare them to each other with their dicks. Both are the same size. The groom and the best man were a match made in heaven.Ted and Mark’s dicks were rubbing against each other, and their bodies were pressed and twisted together. They were making a big show of it, and I knew they were having fun with it.Mark said, “You know, I never thought I would ever let Ted touch me down there. So it feels good to do it in front of Ted and in front of everybody.””Why don’t you tell us something about yourself?” I suggested. “Tell everyone what you feel about Ted?””I love him!” Mark exclaimed. “He’s my best friend, and I’m proud to be his best man. I want to be his husband. He is the only man I want.””Does Ted know that?” I asked.”I swear he doesn’t. He has no idea that he made me his best man.” Mark said”Well, that’s sweet. So, what do you plan to do with the ring?” I asked.”I’ll put it on his finger when he marries me.””Is that what you want?””Yes!” Mark replied. “I want to marry Ted and have sex with him.””Ted, and you? You know what Mark wants now. What do you feel about Mark?”Ted answered me. “I’m happy we will be best friends for…