Sandra Seduced
My girlfriend Sandra is in her mid-forties, about 5ft 3ins, very attractive with a trim figure, probably 34-30-36 – so a very nice shape that still keeps me horny and interested. About three years ago Sandra and I went to California on holiday. We stayed in a friend’s house in a nice area of Santa Monica and shortly after arriving met the neighbours: a lovely lady called Carol and two men Brian and Mike who, we later discovered, were her brothers. I reckoned that they were all in their early 30s, so approximately 10 years younger than Sandra and I.
We spent the holiday travelling around the area, going to the beach and generally winding down. Sandra developed a gorgeous tan, which really suited her and after a week or so I noticed Brian’s and Mike’s gaze would follow her around the garden whenever they were around at the same time.
About half way through the second week we walked into our garden and Carol, Brian & Mike were already in their garden, drinking wine. There was a brief exchange between the three of them and then Carol called over and asked us if we’d like to join them. We had no other plans for the day so we happily agreed.
We got on quite well. The conversation and drink flowed. Although when we started Sandra and I had been sitting together, with toilet breaks and passing the drinks around after an hour or so we ended up with me next to Carol and Sandra sitting between Brian and Mike. By this time Sandra and I had probably had a bit more to drink than we normally would and I knew that I was feeling quite light-headed.
At some point in the conversation Carol reached across and touched my knee and I felt a slight frisson of desire. The contrast of her dark hand on my slightly suntanned leg was interesting to me. I felt a twinge in my groin and guiltily looked towards Sandra. She was in a deep conversation with the other two men and I breathed a sigh of relief that she hadn’t seen what I was sure was a guilty expression on my face.
I turned back to Carol, who was smiling and she commented that Sandra was very attractive. I looked back at Sandra and noticed what she was wearing. It was a front buttoning light dress that had a collar and was shirt-like and it stopped at about knee-length. It was a dress she often wore when we were on holiday and not planning on doing much. Because of her small bust she rarely bothered to wear a bra with it and even with one or two of the buttons open it didn’t reveal any cleavage. It was definitely one of her favourite ‘relaxing’ holiday dresses.
Sandra got up to go to the toilet and as she did so she brushed her hands down the dress to pull it back down to her knees. I hadn’t noticed that it had worked its way to mid thigh as she had been sitting with Brian and Mike and another little thrill went through me as I thought about the two coloured guys eyeing her legs. When Sandra disappeared inside both Mike and Brian commented on how attractive she was and how lucky I was and I thanked then both.
When Sandra returned all of the drinks had been refreshed and Sandra sat back down between Brian and Mike. Mike said something to Sandra and her eyes widened slightly. When she replied to him I heard my name and then Mike turned to me and said
“Steve I am entranced by your lovely girlfriend and would like to kiss her. Would you mind?”
I was a bit taken aback and looked towards Sandra, unsure what to say. I had always thought of Sandra as her own woman and was quite pleased that she had obviously told Mike that she wouldn’t do it without my agreement. As our eyes met I could see a certain something that indicated that she would like to kiss this handsome young coloured man.
Mike was concerned by my hesitation and sought to reassure me my saying
“Sorry, Steve, I didn’t mean to offend you and Sandra. I would very much like to kiss her and thought I should ask. Sandra is such a gorgeous lady I can’t help myself.”
I told him “What Sandra does is very much up to her. I would not object to a friendly kiss between the two of you”.
In truth, the thought of their black skin contrasting with Sandra’s was intriguing to me, in the same way as I’d found Carol’s coloured skin contrasting with my own leg.
Mike turned towards Sandra with a smile on his face and said “See I told you Steve would not be upset by a friendly kiss.”
Nothing happened immediately, which I was slightly disappointed about. In fact everyone just smiled and sat back in their seats. I did notice, however, that Mike and Brian had put their arms behind Sandra.
I realised that Carol was talking to me again, asking about what we had been doing, where we had visited, etc. Again her hand was resting on my thigh and she was leaning slightly towards me. I took a deep breath and turned back to look at Sandra and saw Brian place a quick kiss on her cheek, quickly followed by Mike doing the same to the other cheek. They all laughed and Mike said
“There that wasn’t too bad was it?”
As they all moved apart their conversation started again. I couldn’t really hear what they were talking about but I did hear words like “bikini”, “shorts” and “trunks” and just assumed that they were discussing holiday clothing. and then Mike leaned in and did the same, then they laughed and continued talking.
I looked back towards Carol and she had edged closer to me. Her hand seemed to be higher up my thigh and it was definitely promoting a reaction. She was talking quietly to me but I was distracted as I saw Brian and Mike repeat the action of kissing Sandra on her cheeks a number of times, with each kiss seeming to have slightly more pressure and to last a little longer.
I felt Carol join me on the bench on which I was sitting and her hand continued its inexorable rise up my leg and rested over the now obvious shape of my penis. As she applied a little pressure I reacted with a sharp intake of breath and then watched as Mike kissed Sandra on the lips. Sandra laughed but it looked as if she was slightly flustered by that development. Not to be outdone Brian repeated the action of Mike but then they retreated and started talking to Sandra again, following which she seemed to relax.
By this time I wasn’t sure (or even bothered) whether Carol was talking to me. Her hand resting on my penis was extremely distracting, as was the fact that Mike and Brian were regularly leaning in and kissing Sandra on the lips and the kisses were increasing in duration.
At this stage Sandra asked if she could use the toilet and I thought that I needed it myself, although I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to given the state Carol’s hand had gotten me into.
We walked into their home and we both looked slightly sheepish. It was obvious that we were both suffering the effects of the glasses of wine we had drunk. I asked Sandra if she was ok to which she replied
“I’m not sure. The two lads have been repeatedly complimenting me and their kisses were so sweet that I just couldn’t refuse when they asked to kiss me on my lips. Once they started it felt so nice I didn’t feel like stopping them and I thought you would step in if things got out of hand so I’m feeling quite safe.”
I told her that if there was a problem we could leave but she just shook her head.
Sandra went to the downstairs toilet and I went upstairs. When I made my way outside she was again between Mike and Brian. Now, however, she was facing Brian and had her back to Mike. I could make out that Mike had his arms around her waist while Brian was holding her hands in his.
I sat back down next to Carol and our conversation started again. This time I paid a bit more attention as she was talking about the earthquakes that were a reasonably regular occurrence in California. My interest was such that I was looking at Carol instead of keeping an eye on Sandra. When, during a lul in our conversation, I looked towards Sandra I saw that she was leaning slightly back against Mike. I was a bit surprised to see that her left leg was on Brian’s lap and her right was on the floor. From my viewpoint it looked as if Mikes arms were around her in such a way that one of his hands rested over one of Sandra’s breasts. As their conversation continued I thought I could make out his thumb gently brushing too and fro against her nipple, which seemed to be erect and prominent under her dress.
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Uncertainty clouded my mind. I felt very jealous but there was also a frisson of excitement, especially with Carol so attentive. She saw my expression and whispered that it looked as if they were having a little fun. She said she was sure it was harmless and that Sandra was obviously enjoying herself.
I told Carol that I didn’t want things to get out of hand but at that point her hand again rested in my groin, which gave an indication of how excited I was by the situation. Carol stated that we were all adults and that “Going with the flow could be quite interesting”.
I sat there stunned as her hand found the zip of my shorts and I felt it being lowered. As she eased my cock out into the open air she sad
“Don’t worry. Nothing will happen that isn’t wanted. They’re not going to force themselves on Sandra. If either or both of you decide that things have gone as far as you wish you can both leave with no regrets. Before you do that, though, sit back, enjoy what I can do for you and have another drink”.
My gaze returned to Sandra and the two young men. Sandra was relaxed and in no immediate trouble and it was arousing to see another man with his hand on her breast while a young woman was stroking my cock.
I was in real trouble as Carol started talking to me again whilst continuing to stroke me. I was torn between looking at Carol and watching Sandra and her new friends. The kisses continued and I suddenly realised that Mike’s hand had slid further round and was inside of the top of Sandra’s dress. I couldn’t see, but I assumed that he must have been holding one of her breasts completely in his hand. Sandra’s dress was moving slightly as he stroked her nipple. Much to my surprise, however, Sandra seemed to be holding up her end of the conversation, as she was laughing and talking.
Carol then looked at me and said “They are definitely enjoying themselves. Sandra looks so comfortable.” I looked back towards Sandra then felt a warmth engulf the tip of my cock. I looked down to see Carol between my legs with her lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I groaned out loud but Sandra did not hear. At least she did not react.
I continued to watch Sandra, Mike and Brian, unsure of the feelings that were going through me. It was then I noticed that Brian’s hand was also inside Sandra’s dress. It was resting somewhere on her left leg, which was still resting on his lap. He seemed to be rubbing it gently up and down but from what I could see it was not all the way up. Just as I noticed this Carol attracted my attention by taking my cock fully into her mouth and so I closed my eyes and stifled a groan.
It was a few minutes before I opened my eyes again and when I did I noticed that about half of the buttons on Sandra’s dress had been undone. The dress was open from the top and I could see Mike’s hand gently rubbing her breasts, periodically tweaking her nipples which were as hard and erect as I had ever seen them. Brian’s hand was still caressing her but now it was further up the inside of her leg and although they still seemed to be talking her eyes were shut. As I watched Mike took her hand from her lap and moved it behind her, positioned so that it was probably resting on his lap between the two of them. As that happened Brian moved forward and kissed her full on the mouth again.
Brian stopped kissing Sandra but now his arm was further in her dress and no longer moving up and down her leg. Given his position and reach I could only assume that he was able to touch the lips of her pussy. Both men would still say something every now and then but Sandra was now silent, had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily.
I watched the scene continue to unfold in front of me, my cock still engulfed by the mouth of the lady of the house. She had taken me very close to the edge at least once but had sensed how close I was to coming and had backed off a little – also nipping the base of my cock between her thumb and forefinger to prevent my coming inadvertently.
Mike slowly undid the rest of the buttons on Sandra’s dress and then eased the dress completely open. That allowed me to see that Sandra was not wearing any panties, so Brian’s thumb was actually rubbing up and down her slit, periodically pressing against her clit. I was sure that Sandra had put her panties on when we got dressed this morning so I could only assume she left them off after she had visited the toilet.
There was a flush over the whole of Sandra’s body and it was obvious that she did not give a damn who was doing what to her. Knowing how passionate she can be I realised that she would be beyond reason now and would be building towards her climax.
Mike continued to stroke her nipples and Brian put his other hand behind her neck so that he could pull her forwards to kiss her again. He moved from her lips to her breasts and as Mike played with one nipple Brian used his mouth on the other, his tongue flicking over the sensitive end.
Mike released the breast he had been playing with so that he could stand up briefly and remove his shorts. I saw the first black cock I had ever seen and was quite relieved to see that it was no bigger than mine, although it was very hard and he had no pubic hair. When he sat back down he reached around Sandra and pulled the dress off her shoulders and down her arms. Brian the too hold of Sandra’s arms and encouraged her off the seat. As she did, Mike took hold of the dress and removed it from between them, at which point Brian lowered Sandra back to the seat.
As soon as she was on the seat Mike took one of her arms from Brian’s grasp and broyght it behind her and between then again. This time it came into contact with his cock. Sandra hesitated but Brian kissed her again and that caused her to edge backwards and eased her reach of Mike’s cock. Also, she seems to rest back against Mike once again.
As Brian pulled away from the kiss he stroked his hands down her shoulders, over her nipples and down her stomach, following his hands with his mouth, kissing her body as moved downwards. At the same time Mike had taken Brian’s place at Sandra’s mouth, kissing and teasing her lips with his tongue. Brian’s head continued downwards until he reached her pubic region, which she had shaved completely for this holiday. As he did so I saw him grasp her thighs and move her so that her bum and clit were at the edge of the seat.
Brian dropped to his knees between Sandra’s legs then dipped his head forwards to enclose her clit. As he did this she sighed and moaned through the kisses that Mike was still applying. Mike paused in his kissing and spoke softly to Sandra. As he did so, she started chewing on her bottom lip and it was obvious to me that her orgasm was approaching. Mike also realised how close she was and he reached around to tweak her nipples which, together with Brian’s continuing ministration of her clit finally caused her to come. She moaned out loud and shuddered as her orgasm gripped her. Brian continued to lick and his tongue entered her slit to help her along the way.
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Carol had released my cock from her mouth on hearing Sandra’s moan and looked at me and said “Well, she’ one ahead of you now. Do you want to equalise?”
I could only nod my head “Yes!” and Carol proceeded to move her hand up and down my shaft while placing her lips around the head once again. In only a few strokes I was groaning as my first spurt of come made its way past her lips. She did not hesitate and continued to stroke me as more spurts erupted from my cock. It wasn’t long, however, before she had milked me dry.
When I opened my eyes again Mike had slid back along the seat so that my Sandra’s head was resting in his lap. With a slight tilt of her head she managed to take his cock into her mouth. Again the contrast of his black cock with her slightly tanned skin struck as erotic.
Brian continued to lick and tongue her, although she must have been extremely sensitive having had one orgasm already. I knew that Sandra could handle multiple orgasms but usually she liked to ease of slightly to allow the sensitivity to ease a little. It didn’t seem to bother her today, however, because a few moments later she came again. This time her moans were even louder despite her mouth being wrapped around Mike’s cock and I was briefly worried that some other neighbours might want to learn the source of the noise.
With one of her hands Sandra pushed Brian’s head away as his licking finally became too much for her. He continued to touch her gently with his fingers but she needed to stop even that so she clamped her legs shut. Brian took the hint and removed his fingers.
As soon as she was released from the stimulation of Brian’s fingers Sandra lifted herself off the seat, turned around and knelt on it so that she could work properly on Mike’s cock. I watched as her head bobbed up and down, seeing a cock other that mine slide in and out of Sandra’s mouth for the first time.
Brian took the opportunity to remove his shorts and I saw a second black cock. Brian’s cock was about the same length as Mike’s but was a bit thicker. In one movement he pushed forwards and obviously entered Sandra’s cunt. She was well lubricated and had no trouble accommodating him but he did elicit another loud moan from her. I looked at Sandra, my lovely tanned girlfriend, being topped and tailed by two younger black men and realised that I had to capture this image for posterity. I reached into my shorts and took out my camera. With the zoom lens I was able to take half a dozen decent pictures showing Sandra sucking on and being fucked by a black cock.
Sandra was well and truly immersed in the moment and the sensations she was feeling. Mike was happily experiencing one of her magic blowjobs and Brian started moving in and out of her cunt. As he set up his rhythm, Sandra removed her mouth from Mike’s cock and looked over her shoulder at Brian. I heard her say
“Oh yes, fuck me with your lovely black cock. Fill me up.”
That encouraged Brian to pick up his pace and Sandra reached forward and started stroking Mike again.
Brian fucked Sandra like there was no tomorrow, causing her to moan and groan. It was too risky to put Mike’s cock back in her mouth so she continued to wank him, but with her mouth hovering over the tip.
Her moans and “Oh Yes.“s continued and increased in volume until Brian suddenly stopped. At that point she seemed to shout “No, don’t stop. Please, fuck me”.
The dirty talk and the hand-job finally became too much for Mike and he told Sandra he was about to come. She put her lips around the tip of his cock and I saw his hips jerk as he finally came. She managed to take the first couple of spurts in her mouth but couldn’t swallow and it leaked back out around and down Mike’s cock.
Once his brother had come, Brian went back to banging Sandra with gusto and in only a short while he too was ready to come. As he reached his limit he tensed and then his hips jerked as he deposited his load inside her. Sandra’s arousal was such that the feeling of Brian’s cock pulsing inside her set her off on her third orgasm. This time, though, her moans were quite restrained.
Brian eased out of Sandra and Mike also extricated himself from her grasp. Basically Sandra was left gasping on all fours on the seat, her head resting on her arms and her bum in the air – with Brian’s jism slowly leaking out and running down her legs.
The action had gotten me hard again and I looked up to see Carol removing her clothes to reveal a very compact figure. She took me by the hand and encouraged me out of my seat to lie on my back on the seat next to Sandra. As Sandra looked across, Carol lowered herself onto my cock and proceeded to ride up and down my shaft. I reached up to play with her breasts and found that they were her most sensitive feature. Any manipulation of her nipples seemed to go straight to her cunt, which I could feel clenching around my cock. In lass than five minutes Carol was taking her turn in the orgasm sweepstake, followed quickly thereafter by me.
Watching their sister ride me seemed to inspire Mike and Brian and they were hard again by the time we finished. They moved back to Sandra but this time they lifted her between them and took her indoors. Carol and I followed soon thereafter and we watched as they reversed roles, Brian getting a combined blowjob / hand-job and Mike pounding away at Sandra’s cunt until they were both satisfied again.
Unfortunately two orgasms was my limit for the afternoon and, although I got erect again, my second time at screwing Carol ended with only a slight dribble. But I did stay erect long enough to give her an orgasm, especially when I used my fingers to stimulate her clit.
All in all it was a fantastic afternoon, all the more fun for not having been planned (at least by Sandra and me - we never did find out whether the seduction was planned by Carol, Mike and Brian or just ‘happened’).
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Car Club
My husband John belongs to a car club, we have a red tee top 1970 Corvette Stingray. I love that car and go to most of the events with my husband and we have met a lot of nice people along the way. Not long ago John wanted to enter the car in competition and asked if I would wear some sexy outfits and model standing with the car to get the judges attention. Its pretty normal for the guys to get women to pose with there cars in sexy little outfits or bikinis showing a lot of skin. I thought it would be fun and I was flattered that he thought I was hot enough to do it after 12 years of marriage. I try to work out at the gym several times a week but I never thought he really noticed, I have kept my 34C 23 36 body tight for him and my head was swelled that he thought I was just as hot as any of the younger girls.
I agreed to be his model and John said he knew just the place to get some outfits, trusting him I was caught up in the fun and excitement. We took the car and went shopping; John drove to a store that specialized in clothes for dances. I was a little taken back looking at the thin dresses and outfits made for striping on stage reminding John that guys from his club would be seeing me in the outfits. Undaunted John was eager for me to dress the part of his sexy model for the car show not as his wife. We picked out a couple of dresses and a white slingshot bikini that we agreed I would not wear to the show, thinking it was a long shot I promised if he won I would wear it to accept the trophy with him.
The day of the show John went to the exhibition hall to get the car ready and I arrived at the hall just before it opened. When I took my coat off John’s eyes almost fell out of his head, I had a red lycra mini dress with 5" platform stilettos. I did my hair up pretty wild and in long curly down my back, with a lot of make up; the dress was so tight I had to go with out a bra or thong. The dress hugged every curve of my body; it was so tight every time I moved I had to pull it down because the hem would ride up to the bottom of the cheeks of my butt. I saw mixed emotions in my husband’s reactions, on one hand he wanted to fuck me right there on the other he was a little jealous. I gave him a peck on the cheek wishing him luck and I would fuck his brains out in the hotel later, giving me a smile he told me to get to work.
Soon the door opened and people started coming into the show, as the day went on a few of the judges came by and I played it up for them acting the part of the hot dumb model. They ate it up telling John they loved the car. A few of the guys from the car club came by, stopping to say hello. Seeing me in the tiny tight dress they asked my husband if they could take a few pictures with me and the car. John agreed and the first guy stood next to me getting his picture take with me, as we were taking the pictures some people asked my husband questions about the car causing him to turn away from us.
The three cub guys took turns putting there arm around me for the pictures but now when they did there hand was grouping my ass. I did not want to make a scene and tried to gently move away but was pulled back. I was squirming a little and fidgeting as one of the guys Mike took the pictures. He acted like a photographer moving around us even getting down on one knee almost down on the floor taking pictures up at us.
After a few minuets Mike asked if he could get a few shots of me sitting in the car, to get away I agreed. Sitting in the car my dress rode up a lot but I was comfortable that no one saw anything. I sat in the car letting Mike take his pictures until Mike asked me to get out and stand next to the car with the door open. Not seeing any harm I posed for the shots. Just them John wandered back over, we all talked a few minuets before the club guys left.
We had fun the rest of the day even though John did not win and that nigh I kept my promise fucking my husband in our hotel room. After we had a little pillow talk, we both admitted we had a good time and enjoyed me modeling.
A few weeks later we entered another car show, for this show I wore a thin short white halter dress. With this dress I did wear a g string and stilettos, even though the dress was lose fitting and my nipples were covered it showed plenty of cleavage and my breast were visible from the side. John and I had a great time at the show, just before the end the same three guys from the club showed up. This time then did not even ask my husband they just put there arms around me and started taking my picture. At one point Jake tickled me around my waist making my squirm and laughing.
After they took there pictures the guys hung around talking to John and looking at the other cars until the winner was announced. When one of the judges came over and told us John won and in a half hour to come up to get his trophy. We were so happy, we hugged and kissed for a minuet and then John reminded me I promised to wear the white slingshot. I asked him if he was sure besides I did not have it with me, John quickly said he was and he had it with a pair of stocking in a bag in the car.
Hesitantly I took the bag and went to the ladies room, I was embarrassed coming out and walking back to my husband. Every pair of eyes was on me the slingshot looked like a V over my body just barely covering my nipples and mound but both were clearly outlined, the thin strip of material wedged between the cheeks of my butt. The thigh high stockings came up to with in inches of my pussy further emphasizing my vagina and naked butt. My heels clicking on the floor as I walked back to John, I saw his lusty grin knowing he was going to have me later.
We walked up together to accept the first place trophy, I was very self conscious standing up there in front of everyone. Instinctively I shook my head moving my hair in front to cover my breast a little. As soon as I shook my head one side of the slingshot moved just an inch giving a nipple peek, quickly but as coolly as I could I adjusted it covering up. Cameras were going off all over and the judges asked me to take a few pictures next to the car and trophy for there news letter. I did and was put in positions I never thought I could do, from standing around the car with the trophy to bending over the car even for a few pictures I faced the front of the car with my feet apart they then bent me over the hood with my legs open. I could feel the thin white material wedging into my bare vagina with my hands resting on the hood. All in all it must have been about a half hour of pictures before everyone was happy. In the end I was a little concerned about it all, tired I just put my coat on and we returned to our room. At our room we talked as I changed for dinner, my husband was ecstatic; I don’t think I ever saw him so happy. This was like Christmas and his birthday and hitting the lottery all in one he was so happy I did not have the heart bring his head down telling him I was uncomfortable with the afternoon. At dinned he thanked me a hundred time for being a good sport and how great I looked. I asked if he really enjoyed me exposed like that and I was surprised by his answer. John explained a lot of guys would love to have a hot wife that has that exhibitionist side to her, it was bragging rights to have a hot trophy wife. Thinking that was superficial I asked if having a hot looking car and wife was really important to him, receiving a enthusiast “Shit Ya!” from him.
Disappointed a little I asked if he minded that I was almost naked out there and told him about my nipple slip on stage. I did not think he could but his enthusiasm went up another notch, telling me everyone has seen a nipple before it was really hot! After dinner we returned to our room, as soon as the door closed John attacked me just about ripping my clothes of he was so excited, as quickly as he threw me on the bed he came. Surprised it was over so fast I got up to clean up for bed; John told me he was so excited from everything that happened he could not hold out. This was a lot of information for one day for me.
The next few times we were at the car club there was a lot of talk about me at the show. All the members saw my pictures in the news letter and some of the wives were not happy, others were ok with it. But what I was surprised with was the club wanted to put out a cheeses cake car calendar to make money for the club and they waned me to be the model. I was not sure but John was all hot for it asking me to do it that it would be fun. I told myself how bad could it be John really enjoyed it and the club would buy the outfits so I agreed.
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A few weeks later everything was set up, a large garage studio was rented for the two day shoot. The night before I went to dinner with my husband and the club president Thomas. We had a good time talking and laughing over dinner at the end Thomas explained that he needed the calendar to be hot; there were a lot of calendars out there so we needed something special, I promised him I would do my best. Just before we left John excused himself to go to the bathroom that’s when Thomas gave me my orders.
Thomas told me I was doing two calendars one was for the general public a cheeses cake type the other was nude and may have another model. Shocked I immediately shut him down telling him I was quitting! Thomas looked at me handing me an envelope telling me that I was at the point of no return. Puzzled I opened the envelope and inside were the pictures Mike took of me at the car shows that looked like a playboy shoot. He had pictures of the guys grouping my ass, others of my vagina getting into and in the car, even my nipple slip. I looked like a total slut, Thomas told me he knew John was up for a promotion and if his company saw these pictures it would be squashed. As my husband returned Thomas said good night and to be there at 10, taking the pictures with him.
My husband saw I was scared and asked what was the matter, I just said I did not feel well and asked to go home.
Having had my nails and wax done the day before I put my make up on and did my hair lying to myself that it won’t be that bad, I had to do it for us. Taking a few extra things with me I arrived at the garage a half hour late. Nervously I walked into the garage; to my surprise it was very clean and very big. Under bright lights a white Cadillac Escalade, sliver Mercedes SLR Roadster and a red Dodge Viper Roadster convertible. Off to the side there was a custom chopper in front of a black Winnebago.
Walking past the cars I hear voices and called out hello, a male voice yelled back, “Your Late!”
Even more nervous now I walked to the back of the garage, sitting at a table was three men. Introducing themselves Jack was the photographer, Michael and Dean both his assistants and models. Taken back Michael and Dean were tall well built black men with shaved heads, well dressed. Jack rushed me to sign a models release then told me to get ready pointing to a white material dressing curtain, I was to change behind it and come out wearing the outfits in the order they are laid out. Everything was there from shoes to underwear, there was a full length mirror for me, Dean handed me a bottle of water and told me I’d have fun not to worry.
Giving a nervous smile I walked be hind the curtain and took my clothes off, I knew as I walked up to it they were going to see my silhouette. I swallowed hard seeing an envelope full of my pictures on the table a reminder from Thomas with a note telling me they were my copies.
Taking everything off I draped my clothes over the top of the dressing curtain, placing my bra and panties over the top I suddenly felt vulnerable. The entire first outfit was only tight white micro mini dress with spaghetti straps that was a size to small, white stocking and white platform stilettos. When I put it on the dress was very tight across my breast pushing my 34C up and almost out of it. The entire time Jack was rushing me along to hurry, walking out from behind the curtain I was pulling the dress down to cover my butt cheeks. Michael commented how great I looked and at 5’ 4" with the 5" heels I was up to 5'9", repeating several times don’t worry that I looked great.
Scurrying me over to the Viper Dean handed me a glass of red wine to use as a prop. Jack posed me around the car, for most of the shots the bottom of the cheeks of my butt were exposed. Jack had me taking sips of wine as we shot; it was a good idea as it did relax me a little and a little less self conscious.
After two glasses of wine and a lot of pictures Jack had me change into the next outfit, returning behind the dressing curtain I changed into a silver tiny micro mini skirt that could not be more that 6" long, red satin thong, black platform stilettos and silver band top that only covered my nipples. Michael and Dean were very nice to me but Jack was constantly rushing me along, after a few glasses of wine my head was buzzed and I was not able to focus. I was moving and swaying with Jacks direction, quickly Jack moved me through the shoots. Several times the thin band cover my nipples shifted as I move exposing my nipples to the camera.
For the bike pictures Jack had picked out a white slingshot just like the one I wore at the car show and a white thigh high stiletto heeled boots and white thigh high stocking with lace tops showing out of the boots. When I came out from behind the curtain Dean walked over to me with a joint in his mouth, fluffing my hair up he asked if I smoked. I told him not in years; giving me a kind smile he held the joint to my lips, inhaling deep I started to cough. Rubbing my back Dean asked me to take one more, when I stopped coughing he put the joint to my lips again smiling at him I took another hit thinking I was about to need it.
Walking me over to the chopper Jack had me sit backwards on the bike and lay back on the tank. Stretching my arms over my head holding onto the handlebars, my legs open my body was stretched out over the bike. Music stated to play in the Winnebago, Michael asked me to close my eyes and listen to the music moving my body to it.
Everything was quiet except for the music playing softly, with my eyes closed my mind was blanked out. Listening I heard a woman’s soft lustful moans in the background of the music. Slowly building to soft steamy cries of ecstasy, listening to erotic whispers of a man taking her over and over. I found myself lifting my hips and arching my back up becoming excited as the lovers crescendo building. My own hips thrust up and down, humping the air faster wanting to feel a man inside me, hearing the woman’s cries as she came my own frustration built inside me. The low husky voice of her lover filled my ears with his gowns pumping his seed into her. Her moans changed to purrs of contentment, whispering how his cock pleased her, realizing low moans of my own were escaping my lips I opened my eyes.
In only there shorts Dean and Michael were standing on each side of me, I was in a daze as they helped me up to my feet. In my trance the top of the slingshot had moved to the sides exposing my breast. Each taking a shoulder strap in hand they lowered the slingshot from my body helping me step out of it. Taking my hand Dean lead me to the steps of the RV, naked except for my boots and stocking I willingly entered the RV with the two men knowing I was about to commit adultery. Inside for hours the three of us made love, we fucked over and over, we did it all, I was a sexual heat surrendering to my hetaeristic lust.
Both men were large, bigger than I ever had before, Michael is thick with large heavy balls and Dean was long with a wide head. Both men alternated using my vagina and mouth, each depositing several loads in me. Working me into several sexual frenzies fucking me hard keeping me on all 4s with one man fucking my pussy the other fucking my mouth, one would hold a handful of my hair in clump feeding me his black cock as the other entered my cunt. Several times they had me admitting I was a slut that loved black cock and how much bigger and better there cocks were than my husband. Crying out shriek of ecstasy stream from me with each man pounding his mammoth cock into me and depositing his seed deep into my womb.
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Exhausted and sore the two men were not done with me flipping me on my back Dean held my legs up by my ankles with Michael continuing to fuck me. Joking Michael and Dean laughed at what a slut I was commenting they could do whatever the wanted to me and I’d like it. My cries of please now turned to grunts each time Michael rammed the full length of his huge cock into me.
I was a little incoherent laying on my back like fuck doll for Michael and Dean’s it felt like my vagina was being ripped open by there huge cock pounding into me. Dean lay next to me, like a doll I was flipped over on top of him. My legs straddled Dean’s body making my pussy available to him but exhausted I laid on top of him motionless. Michael crawled up behind me dipping his cock in and out of my dripping pussy, the mixture of my juices and cum allowed his cock to easily slide into my stretched dripping cunt. I laid on top of Dean grunting as Michael poked his shaft in and out of me, after a few strokes Michael pulled out and was replaced by Dean’s cock. Suddenly an adrenaline rush through my body, Michael was entering my virgin ass. Pined between the two men panicked I tried to get up, a burning pain ran through my body as Michel stretched my butt open. Michael used all his weight to sink the length of his shaft into my butt, at the same time Dean grouped my breast biting down on my nipples. Then the two men started pumping there cocks in and out of my pussy and ass. As the two men DP me I became oblivious to everything all I was aware of was I had a cock filling my cunt and ass. I did not think I had it in me but a huge orgasm consumed me, orgasmic state washed over me, screaming my upper body jerked wildly, Michael held my hips still keeping both cocks deep inside me. Cumming down I thought I would pass out collapsing on Dean, I laid there motionless grunting as they pumped there cocks into empting there cum into me.
When they were done Dean and Michael came along side my head feeding me there cocks to suck them clean, the two men satisfied left me on the bed in the RV. I laid on the with my legs spread wide open, I felt my pussy and ass gaping open leaking cum onto the bed making a wet spot. My body was so sore I laid there for sometime trying to get my thoughts together, did all this really happen? Had two black men just ravished my body, did they release a deep hidden secret inside me, was I really a slut, this all was so taboo my body was aching but I love it, I just had the most incredible sex of my entire life, what just happened to me?
Finally I was able to get myself together and made my way to the RV bathroom to find nothing was working. The best I could I cleaned myself up and got dressed.
I have no idea how long I was there sex toy but I did not get home until 11PM, that night my husband wanted to know everything but I was not ready to do that. I must have looked like I felt; looking me over John asked was it that hard work. In the morning I gave him what I though he needed to know giving him bits and pieces at a time. Over the next week I told him mostly everything. He was upset for me when I told him about the partial nude photos from the car show and the new photos Jack took. John concerned asked how I was holding up; my concern now was with what I did not tell my husband I did in the RV more than the pictures.
We talked about it, going around and around talking ourselves into thinking it’s not so bad, hopefully we could talk Thomas into putting out just one calendar. John admitted it was sexy and he wanted to see all the pictures. Feeling a little better I gave him the pictures from the car show I soon found out that was a mistake. As John looked through the pictures he became excited, I never saw him so excited as he took me to our bedroom. In seconds we were naked on the bed, I was still sore I told John I wanted to ride him hoping it would be easer for me. Squatting down on my husband’s dick it easily entered me, it felt so small. I realized my vagina had not recuperated after yesterday’s ravenousness attack on it by Michael and Dean. John pushed up commenting that I felt lose, rocking my hips I told him to be quiet and fuck me. I squirmed around trying to feel his dick inside me; I did some pillow talk asking John if he really like me showing off nude. Closing his eyes he admitted he did, rocking my hips on him I then asked if he liked the guys felt my ass up. I could see John was about to cum; I pressed him asking, “Would you like me to fuck other men?”
Suddenly he groaned cumming hard I just hit his button, I continued to rock back and forth on his lips dick asking him questions. He was like a child laying there, I asked him if it was all right if I fucked other guys. Quickly with out thinking about it John moaned yes, wanting to see how much he was into this I told my husband if he wanted me to sleep with other men he’d have to clean his cum from me, he whisped ok.
Moving up over his face I lowered my pussy to his mouth and told him to start licking. God it felt so good, he gently licked and sucked my pussy cleaning ever drop.
The End
Running Down a Dream
When Diane first met Justin it was when Justin played on her brother’s baseball team. Little did Justin know that the only reason Diane went to those games was to see him but then again it would be hard for him to know this because he hadn’t even noticed Diane yet. It wouldn’t be until a few years later that Justin would take notice of Diane.
As luck would have it one of Diane’s best friends was always hanging out with Justin and his small group of friends and she quickly made her way into this circle of friends. Whenever they were out Diane would find some way to try to get close to Justin, for in her mind she had always wanted to feel him inside her and she wasn’t going to give up hope. Although she could afford to loose a few pounds Diane was still a looker at 5'2", curly red hair and green eyes that seem to shimmer in the light. As for Justin he was a scraggly 170 pounds, 5'10" with beautiful blue eyes.
Diane and Justin became fast friends as a result of Diane’s persistence and soon they became inseparable. Most every weekend these two could be found together and to any bystander they would have thought that those two were in an item. When in fact Justin was constantly trying to find his Ms. Right and he would look to Diane for support and advice. Although Diane hated to be supportive she would make up stories of different made-up men that she too was having troubles with to try to make Justin jealous. Most nights Diane would end up going home at the end of the night and cry herself to sleep.
Occasionally Diane would try to find the liquid courage to make a move on Justin. Her best opportunity came when Justin stopped by her friend Christine’s house on his way home. The three of that stood around talking when Christine excused herself, using the excuse of not feeling well but when in fact she was giving Diane the opportunity to make her move. Subtly she moved closer and closer until they were staring in each others eyes. To cover the awkward silence she moved in and before she knew it she felt more alive then she had ever been. She could feel the electricity from his kiss all the way down in her toes.
Much to Diane’s shock Justin actually moved in closer and she could feel his ever growing cock and she could feel her knees start to buckle. Gently pulling away she looked at him and in a whisper that was barely audible said “I so want to fuck you!”
Before Justin could realize what was happening Diane had him on the couch and was in the process of taking off his clothes. Wanting to join in the fun Justin started to return the favor, with one hand he was removing her panties and with the other started to rub his fingers over her wanting vagina. Ready for action Justin started to pull Diane on top of him but she stopped him by saying; “If you go get my pocketbook, I have a rubber you can use.”
A little shocked all Justin could think to say was “Huh- what are you trying to ruin the mood?!” To which Diane replied; “Don’t you think getting pregnant would ruin the mood even more?!”
Reluctantly Justin got up and fetched the pocketbook. Snagging it from his hands Diane quickly found the rubber and with quickness and precision had his now solid cock covered and ready for lovin’. Climbing on top of him Diane grabbed his cock and guided it into her now dripping vagina. Feeling like this could be one of the dreams she played over and over in her mind Diane grinded Justin feeling him penetrate deeper and deeper. As she approached climax Justin had slid one of fingers down and gently began to massage her clit which sent Diane into a wonderfully convulsive orgasm.
As Diane tried to slide off of Justin for the cuddle time she had longed for, he slid down and reached up and quickly pulled Diane onto his waiting tongue. With his tongue probing Diane began to move almost by instinct and looking down between her bouncing 36 C’s she could see Justin’s eyes gleaming up at her. While what was once a dream had become a reality Diane let go of her pent up excitement and let loose another explosive orgasm.
Physically and emotionally exhausted she collapsed into Justin’s arms and softly began to kiss him. Not sure if it was the fact her dreams had just come true or if it was the warmth of Justin’s touch but Diane fell fast asleep in the grasp of Justin’s hug and all she wanted was to wake up in the exact same spot.
The End
Making a Weakness a Strength
Weak 1
I had finished the first assignment the temp agency had given me; it was only one day a week, 8.00 ’til 2.00, filling in while someone was on a course for a month, but I was going on to the next straight away. It was a start and I had been assured that if I did ok, was punctual and efficient there would be more jobs coming my way.
I was standing at the stop waiting for the bus that would take me to the next appointment when my mobile rang. It was Heather, my flat mate, asking how I had got on, which was real sweet of her. The traffic was noisy so I moved behind a line of trees. I walked to shelter at the side of a building and had to get across a large grill to get into a corner - although concentrating on the call I had not realised it. The sound of my shoes on the metal roused some interest from inside as a window opened and faces appeared below.
I saw them well enough, standing just to the side of the grill as I was but as I was still speaking to my friend I thought it best to ignore them. It was all too apparent that they were not ignoring me, though…
The faces belonged to two young men, hardly more than boys, and they were clearly taking the opportunity to look up my skirt. I felt confused and embarrassed; I didn’t want to let my friend on the phone become aware of my predicament but I could not get further away from the prying eyes. Still pretending I had not seen them I pressed myself into the corner as far as I could. I was pretty sure that the boys were getting quite a good show of leg but little else, so I contented myself with the thought that I was keeping my modesty intact!
Then of course the bus I needed came. My options seemed pretty limited… to remonstrate with the boys and tell them to shut their window so I could get back across the grill without embarrassment, miss the bus and wait where I was until they got bored, or what I decided to do in the seconds I had. Somehow the thought of not acknowledge the two leering faces was less uncomfortable than trying to persuade them not to look up my skirt – I would be quite ashamed as a 28 year old to put myself in a position where I had to plead with youngsters 10 years my junior. And I certainly could not hang around for at least another half an hour given what had been said about punctuality. So I ended the call and walked as briskly as I could back across the grill, keeping my legs together as much as I could whilst holding my skirt close to me; all without making it obvious I was trying to stop anyone seeing up it.
I guess it was only three or four steps but it seemed as though I had to do the 100 metres sprint over the grill. As I did so wolf whistles and jeers greeted the sight below. Of course I had to pretend not to hear them as my face flushed and I hurried on.
Once on the bus I pretended that my red face was as a result of running to catch it, but try as I might to just forget the incident I could not erase it from my mind for the rest of the day. I had been made to feel so vulnerable by two teens all for seeing nothing more than my legs – less than I would have been happy to show off at the beach. But it was more private, more intrusive than that and I was intrigued that the possibility of seeing my knickers had captivated my voyeurers.
Once I got home I took a mirror from my bedroom wall and stood over it, trying to find out what they had seen. My skirt was just above the knee and I had black knickers on so even with my feet on either side of the mirror and my legs further apart than I think they had been above the grill I was not able to make out much of the shape of my bum or the top of my legs – all that fretting for so little I told myself. But part of me was disappointed, it was almost that the embarrassment I had felt so acutely had not been worthwhile.
I told Heather about what had been happening during our phone conversation earlier in the day. “It’s just like when I was at school” she replied, “first formers would stand at the side of the stairs looking up, hoping to see the knickers of older girls. Most of my friends were horrified by the little jerks, and that seemed to please them just as much. But I liked to tease them and sometimes I deliberately let them see up my skirt and that meant they didn’t have any power: I decided what they saw and when.”
This all seemed very confident for a girl who would have been no older than the lads who had unnerved me this afternoon but it still made sense, away of gaining control. I wondered if I could ever have the resolve to do the same.
“Bet you couldn’t go back there and flash your panties at them.”
“No, you’re probably right – I couldn’t” I replied, but already trying to steel myself.
Weak 2
I dressed in the same skirt as I had for the job last week, but this time with white panties underneath. I stood over the mirror again, and yes they were more visible and the curve of my buttocks quite discernable. As I headed for town I told myself alternately that I was going to go through with it and then that I was just playing with the idea. I certainly hadn’t told Heather of my plan/dilemma – in fact last week’s incident hadn’t been mentioned again.
Intermittently I thought about standing right over the grill and eyes of 18 year olds looking up at me; if I summoned up the conviction that I was in control I felt quite sexy about it. If I could keep conjuring up that feeling I was sure I could do it. So at 2.00 I said goodbye to the other office girls and first headed for the ladies. There I fantasised about showing myself off, rubbed my crotch and breasts through my clothes enough to feel aroused but not so as I wanted to cum.
I then set off for the bus stop, except I was really heading for the grill. This time I took more notice of the building it was next to; it was a college and the side the bus stop was nearest to seemed to house the gym. I march right up to it as I knew that if I allowed myself to doubt I would be scared away by the humiliation of what I was doing, not empowered by being in control. Just for a moment I hesitated right in front of the metal bars that I knew would alert the people below. Fleetingly I thought it may not be the same lads inside, something I had not considered until right then… it didn’t matter, it was me who was different.
My shoes rattled the grill, the window squeaked open and this time three pairs of eyes peered up. I kept my legs as open as I dared, which may have not been very much but felt like doing the splits. Looking down I recognised two of the teens from before and I am sure they recognised me. I did think of running off as quickly as I could but that would have meant I had no control. So I willed myself to stay.
Suddenly I thought about not what I looked like to those below but those on the street; I imagined I would appear rather abnormal. Last week I had been on the phone and that somehow would have seemed more natural. So I did the natural thing and got my mobile out. It didn’t occur to me that I could just pretend to talk to someone, instead I rang Heather.
“Hi, Heather. Guess where I am?”
“No, not yet. Remember I told you about having to walk over a grill last week and you said ‘Bet you couldn’t go back’? Well that’s where I am!”
“I sure am - in white knickers so they can see better.”
“I’m not making it up! Listen…” I held the phone by my side, over the grill in the hope that Heather would be able to hear the wolf whistles, and calls of “Get’em off!”
“Did you get that?”
“See, I am here!”
We talked for a few more minutes until I could see the no 24 working its way through the traffic.
“The bus is coming now; got to go”
With some elation I dropped the phone back in my bag, bent slightly down and called out “Bye, boys!” before striding towards the stop. I felt proud, strong and sexy.
Weak 3
Heather had laughed, half from disbelief, half from amusement when we had both got home.
“You’ve got more bottle than I thought!” was her assessment. She thought that was the end of it but the whole thing was still nagging at me and I often thought about the nerves I had had, the sheer will power it had taken to stay standing over the grill knowing I was deliberately allowing people to look between my legs, the possibility that others would work out what I was doing, the thrill the whole thing had given me…
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When Heather was out I spent two or three hours stood over the mirror looking for the best combination of skirt or dress and panties, just to see if I could have made a better display – not intending to actually to do it again. The best combination was a light summary dress and a white thong with hold up stockings. I tried it with suspenders but there were too obvious under the dress. I began to regret that I had not done this “research” before and slowly I realised that I was going to have to do it again if I was going to get the thing out of my head…
I got quite excited dressing for work on the day. The dress and wearing stockings, let alone a thong were quite different to what I had turned up in before. The dress was slightly too summery for the weather and colleagues did comment on my more feminine appearance but soon formed the impression that I must be meeting someone after work, which I fostered. At 2.00 I headed for the loos again; I pulled my dress around my waist this time and rubbed myself through the thong thinking of the eyes that would soon be seeing what none of my colleagues had. When I was sufficiently aroused off I headed again.
I almost marched to the grill and without hesitation I strode onto it; immediately the window opened. The two young men who had seen me the first time were there but the third was different to last time and I became aware that there were more behind them pressing closer to the window to get a look.
Cries of “she’s here” and “get a look at that” greeted me.
As before I got my phone out but only pretended to have a conversation – if I rang Heather again I was sure she would have thought I was taking this too far and there was no one else I could possibly have rung. So I ran a commentary on what was happening to myself.
“There are three boys below looking up my dress and they are calling to others behind them about what they can see. I can’t make it all out but they are saying things like, ‘she’s wearing stockings’, ‘you can see her arse’, ‘I’m telling you it’s a fucking g-string!’ Oh, there’s no need for that language!”
I giggled into the mouth piece after each phrase I recounted, somehow the fact they were getting excited about me was quite amusing. I was truly in control; I felt I had them round my little finger!
“I’m going to close my legs to tease them” I told my imaginary friend on the other end. “Now they are groaning… and asking me to show them my bum again! They are saying ‘open your legs up’, ‘if you can hear us please let us see some more’. Well, seeing as they asked so nicely…”
I shifted my foot one, two, three, and then four bars to the right, the widest I had dared to spread my legs (I would have opened them wider than that for my vouyerers, but I was more concerned about what I would have looked like to passers by). My move was greeted by cheers and more wolf whistles!
“They are in the palm of my hand”
It was about then that I was aware of a flash of light; at first I thought it was the sun reflecting off a moving car but then it happened again. There was no mistaking the flash of a camera that illuminated my dress from the inside and would have alerted to anyone who happened to glance my way as to what was going on. Immediately I got off the grill, wall side. The prospect of photos of my arse being passed round the college, or even put up on the internet then came to mind. Like the first time I had strayed over the grill though I was now trapped, the only way to meet my bus, which would not be long now, was to walk back over it.
Either I just walked back across risking further flashes (in more ways than one) or I attempted to negotiate my way out of the situation.
Bending down and attempting to hide my face as much as possible for fear that a photo of me could give my identity away I hissed “What the hell do you think you are doing? Do you want everyone to know what we are doing?!”
“It was too good a chance” someone laughed.
“Well you are ruining everyone else’s chances” I retorted, saying the first thing that came into my head.
“Chances of what?” said the boy with the camera in his hand.
“Are you going to show us your pussy?” his friend asked.
“Put that camera away and I might” I said rather feebly, seeing my bus coming and knowing I had to get out of there quickly.
“Ok, it’s going away now” the first boy said, and I saw him slip it into his pocket. “Let’s see what you’ve got!”
“Not now, I’ve got to go. I’ll be back next week.”
“As if!”
“I will, and I promise I’ll have no knickers on.” I said standing ready to run as the bus was at the stop. “But if there any cameras around I’ll go straight away and you will see nothing!”
There was some shouting as I made a dash across the grill but I could not make it out. I got to the bus just as the doors were closing but the driver was good enough to open them for me “anything for a pretty girl” he quipped. Ordinarily I might have picked him up on that remark but how could I after what I had just been doing? Besides my head was dizzy with what I had just promised to do; of course I could just ignore it and never go back near the school again, couldn’t I?
That evening I stood over my digital camera taking pictures of up my skirt, with and without panties.
Weak 4
From believing I was in complete command of the situation to pleading and bargaining in, literally, a flash: I was flung back to the same feeling of embarrassment I had felt the first time I had walked over the grill and the same dilemma off how to win back control. It came down to this: how could I get back my self respect? If I did not keep my promise I would feel that I was cheating and dishonest, but how could showing my pussy to teenagers be a way of getting self respect?! And if I did I would just feel I was being compliant, that they were in control, not me.
I couldn’t talk about all this to Heather, of course, but I did remember what she said about her being the one decided what the kids in her school saw and that gave her the upper hand. I decided that is what I had to do. I had said they could not take photographs; maybe I should take pictures to give to them, perhaps completely naked so that they could see my tits too. I took several, making sure I didn’t show my face. I thought about how I could give them to the boys, on a disc or print them off. The possibility of them being found, passed round or put up on the internet did not make feel I was in control though so I decided against it.
Finally I hit upon the best thing I could do. They wanted to see my pussy? They could – and I would give them the best view possible, better than that I would show them what an aroused and engorged pussy looked like. A couple of years ago some girl friends of mine had bought a group of us embarrassing gifts from a sex shop they had been dared to go into. They had a vibrator for one girl of course, crocheless panties for another and ben-wah balls for me. I had tried them once and quite enjoyed the feel of them inside me; pulling them out had been the most exciting thing, though. I tried them again, standing over the mirror and taking pictures of myself too.
It was clear that popping them out standing up with a skirt on was going to be very difficult and, unless I thought of something, very obvious to anyone watching. I decided that I would wear as short a skirt as possible and tie a thread to the little chain that attached to the last ball to be inserted and hung down. It would hardly be seen and if I measured it right could belong enough for me to bend over and pull from around my knees, pretending to pick something off my leg.
It all took quite a while to work out but on the morning of the final Tuesday I would be going to this temp job I dressed in a mid thigh-length leather skirt (not the shortest I have but the one I thought I could get away with) hold-up stockings, boots and a tight woollen top over my bra. I frigged myself thinking about what I was planning to do until I was wet enough to push the ben-wah balls, with the thread already tied onto the chain, up my cunt. Finally I pulled on a pair of knickers, partly because I wanted to feel sure that the balls were not going to drop out at any point (I knew they wouldn’t but I wanted to be safe rather than sorry) and partly because I knew the balls would keep me aroused and my panties would stop any leaks. I looked at myself in the mirror, now back on the wall, and thought it all looked a sexy ensemble; a little provocative for an office job, but it was my last day, so what the hell!
Off I went with the balls massaging my pussy as I walked.
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My appearance drew quite a lot of attention, with everyone assuming I was dressed to wow whoever my boyfriend was, so I strung them along a bit saying he was someone at the next job I was going out with. Three of the girls took me off an hour early for a drink as it was my last day. I was quite glad of the alcoholic lubrication given what I had planned. We said goodbye at about quarter to two, giving me some extra time to prepare. Again I made for the ladies and in a cubicle I pulled down my knickers. Given all the stimulation from the balls I wasn’t surprised to find the crotch quite wet but I still wanted to get to a higher state of arousal before attempting to pull them out or, indeed to have the nerve to go ahead with the x-rated show I wanted to give. I sat on the loo and began frigging, imagining the look on the lad’s faces. When I masturbate I most often play with my breasts so I pulled up my top and unclasped my bra to pinch and pull my nipples.
I was close to coming and just had the will power to stop before going over the edge. To keep that level of excitement up though I pulled the top right off and removed the bra putting it with my knickers in my shoulder bag. My voyerers were not going to benefit much from the top stretching across my braless tits to outline my nipples, but I was enjoying the sensation. Once my clothes and hair were all back in place I strode off to the college for the forth time.
The boys were clearly expecting me to keep my promise as the three I recognised had already climbed out of the window and wedged themselves into the space directly below the grill. Three others had taken their place inside. The first thing I did was to drop the knickers I had taken off between the bars, which was greeted by cheers and clapping. I warned them not to make so much noise that it might attract attention and they were certainly not to take any pictures. The first time either happened I would leave and never come back. There was mumbled acceptance and I stepped on to the grill to the sound of muted excitement.
Slowly I parted my legs then felt for the thread at the end of the ben wah balls; it had become slippery and sodden with my juices and as I pulled it just came away from the chain I had tied it to. Momentarily I was flummoxed: this was to be the culmination of my exhibitionism and now I might not be able to pull it off; I certainly could not reach up my skirt to get the chain, that would have been far to obvious. The only thing for it would be to crouch down and see if I could get hold of it. I put my bag down in front of me and tried to squat behind it. The leather skirt was too tight to allow me to open my legs like that, so with as much grace as I could muster, I half stood and hitched it up as far as I dared. I knew that my thighs above the stocking part of the tights would be visible from the side but was fairly confident that I would be able to see anyone coming in that direction before it became obvious. I was also aware that those below were getting an unrestricted and close up view of my arse too.
With one knee resting uncomfortably on a bar and the foot of the other leg planted firmly on another so that that knee was bent my thighs were as wide as possible. The skirt complained about being stretched and I felt the seam go at the back. Unable to do anything about that now I pretended to be looking for something in my bag to disguise what I was doing. Once I was sure I could balance and that I looked as natural as possible I reached between my legs and found the little chain and began pulling the balls out of my cunt.
They were about 4cms across and I could feel the opening stretch to allow the first though. The lips of my lobelia clung to the ball and were spread and pulled down by it. Finally the ball popped out with what sounded like a fart as my cunt sucked in air behind it and to a spray of my juices on to my thighs and probably those below.
There were a series of noises from them, amazement, shock, excitement all at once. I was gasping for air as I had hardly remembered to breathe and I felt exhilarated! The end of the chain now dangled just between the bars of the grill and I thought the lad closest to me could just about reach it.
“Pull it slowly like I did” I instructed him. He managed to grasp it and tugged. The second ball squeezed though my cunt as I endeavoured to look to the rest of the world as though I was diligently searching in my bag. The same feelings of being stretched and pulled sent sexual shockwaves through my body, partly though the physical sensations but also the fact that a 16 year old youth was causing them while five of his friends were watching my pussy being opened up by him. Rather sooner than I had hoped the ball squirted out accompanied by the same filthy sound and spray of juices.
I felt really close to coming and knew that only a couple of strokes of my clit would bring me to climax. As I wondered if I could possibly finger myself without exposing my entire fanny I suddenly felt fingers on the ankle and thigh of my right, kneeling leg. Emboldened by my instructions to the one boy the others had shuffled themselves round below me so that they could touch me.
Another hand reached up and groped my arse. I could feel my buttocks being spread. Slowly the others crept up my legs. Very soon clumsy, inexperienced fingers were pawing at my pussy and bum; they prodded at my arsehole and pushed into my cunt. I desperately wanted them to frig me, and pleaded with them to rub my clit but either they didn’t know where it was or couldn’t quite reach. Being so close to orgasm yet not quite being able to cum was making me dizzy and I was frightened I would do something really silly, like strip off all my clothes – which I felt like doing.
While I was in this predicament the bus I needed to catch came up the road. My mind urged me to get to the bus stop but my body would just not react. Mentally I went through standing up, gathering my things and walking to the stop but my legs stayed rooted, unable to break the hold that eyes and hands had on me. Even as in my head I was running for the bus my legs were splaying further apart, with both knees on the grill now trying to get more in reach of the fingers. The seam at the back of the skirt rent further as I did so. Vaguely I knew this was going to put me in a predicament to say the least but it was more urgent to cum.
The fingers did press against my clit now but they were more interested in parting the lips and poking inside my cunt. They spread the juice from it over my thighs and arse. Hardly able to speak now I listened to what my molesters (I could not call them mere vouyerers now) were saying.
“get your finger as far up as you can… look at her arse… you can smell her cunt… spread the lips on her… does it feel sticky?…”
Suddenly there was a change in the atmosphere, the fingers and eyes left me and a voice called “We’ve got to go or we’ll get caught”. The sound of scrambling came from below and finally the window banging shut – but not before another voice hissed “thank you, Miss.”
WEAKER
I found myself almost crying, I think it was out of frustration and desperation, but from humiliation too. Here I was, a grown woman, allowing myself to be reduced to a quivering sex object for teenagers, more than willing for them to touch me in such private ways in such a public place. I had tried to be the one in control, who dictated what would happen but the truth was that at that moment I would have done whatever they wanted if only the would have given me release. No more photographs I had said, but they could have put me put me under a spotlight and video’d the whole thing, they could have stripped me naked right there, they could have sprayed their cocks all over me as long as I could have cum too.
Shakily I got to my feet; my knees hurt and I could hardly stand but I managed to stumble away from the grill. I pulled my skirt down and feeling round the back I found that it was indeed ripped half way up my backside. I couldn’t see but I was sure that it would be visible to all when I walked. Of course I didn’t even have a pair of knickers to put on.
I thought about what I should do; I certainly couldn’t wait until nightfall for the darkness to hide my embarrassment. The sexed up side of me (and I was still feeling erotically charged, needing to cum) was saying “be brazen, go on flash your arse!) The side of me that felt humbled by the whole experience was screaming ‘No! How could you even think of it?’ It was the side that was winning when I was aware I was being called to. A side window had opened up and a man was looking down.
“Are you ok?”
“Sure, I’ll be alright.”
“You don’t seem well. Is there anything I can do?”
I needed to think swiftly; this guy might be able to get me out of this mess, but he could add to my trouble by realising how I got into it. What had he already witnessed? If he had seen nothing how would I explain myself…?
“Err, I’ve just had a bit of a shock” I said. “Actually there is something, do you know the number of a taxi I could call?”
“I’ll find one and be right down”
Damn. If only he could have shouted it down, but he was gone and I couldn’t stop him. I didn’t want him to see me like this but it would be worse if I walked away and a lot more people did. So I stood with my back and torn skirt against the wall trying to put a story together in my head.
The man soon came round the corner with a piece of paper in his hand. He is quite old, 60’s probably, dressed in a really old fashioned way in sports jacket, tie and pressed trousers.
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