Karla - A Self Confessed Slut
I’ve always been promiscuous. I adore men. I adore their cocks. I’ve opened my legs for more men than I can remember. Not that I’m keeping any kind of score, but I’ve been fucked by plenty. Slut is a name I’ve been called in the past. I love the sound of that word. I love the way I can roll it around my tongue, just like I roll a big cock-head around my tongue when I’m on my knees in front of a man. S. L. U. T. That word conjures up images in my mind of me being fucked hard and fast in an alleyway. In an alleyway, at night – surrounded by the filth of a city, rubbish skips, puddles of piss, and maybe even a few voyeurs tugging at their cocks.
God, the more depraved the better as far as I’m concerned.
Married? Me? Of course I am. Married to a weak man; a man who can’t control me. No matter how many times he catches me with my knickers discarded and a cock between my lips, he always forgives me. Sad? Pathetic? Whatever… As long as he has me back, then I’ll keep fucking around.
I’m in a bit of a situation right now though. It’s messy; my situations usually are, but this time I’m on thin ice. This time it isn’t a mess of man-goo over my face, I revel in that kind of mess. No, this time I have a real problem.
And it involves my son.
Not directly I hasten to add! I’m not that depraved. My own son? Yuck, no, not my scene, but it involves him indirectly. Or should I say two… No, make that three of his friends.
My husband, The Wimp – No, sorry, that’s too cruel. My husband, Phillip, is quite successful; he’s done well with his factory. We have a nice, big house in Buckinghamshire as well as a spacious villa in Spain. It was during one of my fortnights in Spain that I got into my current spot of bother.
Our son, David uses the villa from time to time when he’s on leave from the Navy. Our visits coincided this time. I’d been alone in the villa for three days when David arrived, not unexpectedly, and with three of his friends in tow.
I knew immediately that one of them was trouble. I have a finely tuned ‘Bastard-meter’, and it nearly went off the scale when I first saw Craig. I knew in an instant he was dangerous. He’s a good looking bastard – and he’s one of those ones that are so aware of how gorgeous they are. Cocky, arrogant, self-assured, that was Craig. I noticed him looking me up and down, appraising me, and I saw the look in his eyes. I was on his mental list of ’to fuck’ while he was on leave. What the poor lamb didn’t realise that I was just the type to take him up on his offer.
I’d had a rule in the past about not shitting on my own doorstep, and David’s friends counted in that category. Of course they did, I love my son and didn’t want to compromise him with his friends. I mean how many men could keep quiet about fucking their friend’s mother?
You’ll notice I used the past tense there? I’d had a rule…
The other two boys were nice. I mean they were nice to the extent that if they did fancy me, then they wouldn’t act on it. Respect, that was it, they had respect. Craig however, was a different animal altogether. He hid behind a very thin veneer of courtesy, but I didn’t trust that façade at all. I could almost smell the wickedness on the man.
Two days passed before Craig made a move. He’d tested the metaphorical water as we lounged by the swimming pool and flirting mildly with me when the sporadic occasions arose that we were alone together.
“May I say,” he began, “that you have a gorgeous figure, Karla. I assume you go to the gym and all that?”
I let the silence hang before I responded. “Purleeze,” I remarked, lifting my sunglasses and looking directly at Craig. “Complimenting me on my figure?” I rolled my eyes and shook my head. “I’d had you tagged as using a better opening line than that, Craig.” I replaced the glasses and settled back on my sun-chair. “You’ll have to try harder than that to impress me.”
“Really?” he grinned, obviously assuming I was bantering with him. “I’ll have to try harder, eh? OK, I’ll bear that in mind.” He stood and stretched, giving me time to appreciate his physique.
“You look like you spend a bit of time in the gym too,” I said, giving the boy something to work with.
“I like to keep in shape,” he quipped. “I like to be in good nick for the ladies.” He grinned at me and took off his sunglasses before diving into the pool.
“Cocky wanker,” I murmured, but I felt the heat between my legs turn to liquid. “Sexy, cocky wanker,” I corrected and indulged in a quick fantasy of Craig jerking his cock over my face.
***
The boys invited me out for a drink. I couldn’t resist the opportunity to see Craig in his element. The other two, Aaron and Daniel, were politely attentive – sweet young men really – each taking it in turns to refresh my vodka glass whenever it emptied.
The club wasn’t really my scene, being too brash, too loud, and too full of British holidaymakers on the pull. I noticed David chatting to a pretty, young blonde and wasn’t surprised when he came over to me and made his excuses.
“Be good, Darling,” I warned, but smiled to show I wasn’t serious.
“You sure you’ll be OK, Mum?” he asked with filial concern.
“I’m with these three lovely, strong men,” I replied. “I’m sure I’m in capable hands.”
David left, which meant Craig could use his charm on me uninhibited by my son’s presence.
“You’re looking edible in that dress, Karla,” he grinned at me when Aaron and Daniel chanced their luck with a couple of girls on the dance floor.
“Edible?” I questioned and sipped my drink. “I like the sound of that.”
“Really? Craig studied me for a moment. ““How much do you like the sound of that, Karla?”
“You’d have to keep your mouth shut as far as David’s concerned.” I leaned towards Craig and noticed his glance at my cleavage. “But,” I continued, “you can use your mouth elsewhere, since I’m so ’edible’.”
“You’re so sexy,” Craig croaked, his cool façade cracking now. “I wanted you when I first set eyes on you. And when we were by the pool… God,” he ran his fingers through his hair in a gesture filled with desperation. “I had to take a swim to stave off a hard-on.”
“You filthy man,” I smiled at him. “I would’ve probably sucked your cock right there.”
“Shit,” Craig swore. “Let’s get out of here.”
“Fine idea,” I acquiesced, “but first I need to powder my nose.” I stared into the young man’s eyes. “Would you like to watch?”
Craig swallowed heavily. “Watch..? You mean..?”
“Come on.” I stood and walked towards the ladies. Craig hesitated but followed nonetheless.
I led him by the hand with indecent haste and virtually dragged him into the cubicle. A couple of tipsy British girls giggled when they saw Craig and I disappear behind the door, but I was in no mood to care about them. I lifted my dress up above my waist and showed Craig my bare pussy. I’d taken care to shave that very afternoon, and my mound was soft and hairless. I sat astride the bowl, my legs spread, and I held my labia apart. I heard Craig’s deep intake of breath when I exposed the hot pink of my sex to him. I heard him mutter some obscenity under his breath as piss squirted from my opening and tinkled in the water below.
“Kiss me,” I growled at him. “Kiss me while I piss.” I pulled the front of his shirt and sucked at his tongue as the hot stream spattered and died. “I’m a bad woman, Craig,” I whispered. “I’m a cock-hungry slut. Do you think you can handle me?”
“Karla… I…” Craig groped for the words.
“Let me suck your cock,” I demanded. “Let me suck you right here. Come on, show it to me.”
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I wasn’t disappointed. Craig unzipped his flies and I assisted by reaching in and pulling his erection out. He was a fair size, not the biggest I’ve ever seen, but he forced my lips tight as I swallowed him that first time. I slurped and slobbered over his penis, fingering myself at the same time. The disgusting setting only inflamed me. I was behaving true to my nature. I was being a slut, in a public toilet, with a new lover’s cock jammed in my mouth.
“Karla, I want to fuck you,” Craig groaned. “Please, let me put it in you.”
I loved the desperation in his voice. I adored the power I held over him. He was so eager to get at me.
“Not here,” I hissed. “You’re not going to stick that cock into me until we’re in the villa, perhaps by the pool?” I added as an afterthought. “Would you like me to get on my hands and knees for you in the outdoors? Would you like to fuck me doggy?”
I felt my orgasm wash over me as I uttered those words and fingered my dribbling hole. I groaned around a mouthful of cock as I sucked on Craig’s big dome and allowed my pleasure full rein.
“Karla…” Craig groaned. “Any way… Any way at all… I just have to fuck you. You’re so sexy…”
“Come on then,” I said abruptly and let his stalk drop from my mouth. “Let’s get back so we can really have fun.”
I smoothed my dress down over my hips, and ignoring my smeared lipstick and Craig’s shocked expression at being so rudely abandoned, I slid back the bolt and left him behind with his cock jutting hugely from twixt his flies.
Craig was all over me in the taxi during the journey back to the villa. I let his fingers roam between my legs, and was delighted to hear his hiss of approval when he found my hot, swollen, and sodden sex.
As I’d suggested earlier, we hurried to the poolside. I wanted Craig to take me outdoors under the soft, Spanish sky. I watched him rush to disrobe, and I giggled as he struggled with his socks and trousers. He hopped around comically and came perilously close to taking a swim so frantic was he to be naked and at me.
I pulled my dress up to reveal my pussy. Lowering the thin straps down over my arms, I lifted my breasts free of the restraining cups. Then, as Craig finally kicked himself free of his trousers and tore his shirt off, I lay back on the lounger and opened my legs.
“Lick me,” I whispered. “Come and lick my filthy cunt.”
Craig’s eyes went wide as I uttered that obscenity. I deplore foul language in normal conversation, but I have a wide and extensive vocabulary when it comes to sex. Used appropriately I feel filthy talk can be so wildly erotic.
I had time to savour the sight of Craig’s superb physique and proud, erect cock before he knelt at my feet and took a long, slow slurp at my pussy.
I could feel his hot breath on my sex, and I felt his fingers probing at my entrance as he dabbed quickly at my swollen clitoris. Craig pushed a finger inside me and tickled me with it, all the while keeping up his relentless assault with his tongue.
I gasped in delight when he lifted my buttocks and slid his tongue into the stain of my sphincter. The wet slide of him into my anus was divine and I heard my own deep groan of pleasure.
“Put it into me, Craig,” I moaned. “Fuck me… Fuck my sopping hole.”
Craig scrambled into position and nudged my sex with the dome of his cock. I eased my legs even further apart and felt him slip into me. His cock filled me and I gave another long, low groan.
“Karla,” he grunted. “You’re so hot,” he swallowed heavily and looked down at our conjunction. “Damn, what a lovely, gorgeous woman.” He rolled his eyes and moved in and out of me. “Fuck,” he sighed, “I can’t believe how good you feel around my cock.”
“Give it to me, you dirty fucker,” I urged, slipping into slut mode. “Don’t talk to me; just fill my cunt with meat. Come on! Fuck me!”
I thrust and jerked my hips in an effort to get more of Craig’s cock into me. I fingered my clit as we fucked and felt the first of what I knew would be a rolling wave of pleasure. I am a noisy girl when in full flow; sometimes I wonder what the neighbours must think? But right then, while being fucked by my young Adonis, I didn’t care a fig for the neighbours. They could report a disturbance to the police, and the whole damn Spanish constabulary could turn out in force, complete with dog handlers and helicopters, and I would have probably taken on the lot – including female officers. I was just so turned on and horny.
“From behind,” I urged during a lull in the orgasmic battle. “Fuck me like a bitch.”
I knelt on the lounger and presented my arse to my lover. He moved quickly behind me and was very soon pounding into me, deep and hard. I was dimly aware of his fingers digging into my hips, but was heedless to any pain. I wanted fucking, and I wanted it hard.
Then, just as I was sliding down into the abyss once again, I looked up and saw both Aaron and Daniel gawping at the pair of us as we revelled in full rut.
I was in no state to question whether or not the pair would keep quiet about this sordid scene, or whether they’d relate what they’d seen to my son. I was beyond help, I was beyond caring. I was riding the crest of the wave, and it was unstoppable.
“Don’t just stand there,” I heard myself grunt. “Come here and let me suck cock while this beautiful bastard pumps me.”
Aaron was the first to react. “Fucking hell,” I heard him murmur. “David’s mother…”
“Shit,” I heard Craig groan. “Karla… Shit… I’m…”
I felt Craig’s cock swell inside me before the first pulses of his ejaculation tickled my insides. He groaned and whimpered as he emptied himself, clutching at my hips and thrusting against my buttocks.
I left Craig with his cock still dribbling spunk and walked on my high heels towards the two dumbstruck men.
“Come on, boys,” I whispered. “Please let me play with your cocks. I need more.” I rubbed the palms of my hands over the front of their trousers, goading them into erection. “Don’t you like me?” I chided. “Don’t you like my body?”
“Mrs Braithw…” Aaron began. “Karla… I… We…”
I took no notice and was soon massaging two cocks into full-blooded life. Their owners may have been reluctant, but their penises were showing definite signs of interest. I squatted in front of them and took first Aaron, then Daniel into my mouth. I swapped and changed frequently, massaging one with my hand while I slurped at his friend, before switching to the other. As I fellated the men I felt the slide of Craig’s semen over my thighs. I looked down between my shoes and several drops of spunk spattered onto the wooden decking. The depraved sight sent a surge of lust through me, and I experienced a sudden, irresistible urge to fuck again.
“Fuck me,” I groaned. “One of you please fuck me. Stir my gooey cunt with your thick cocks.”
I clattered over to my trusty sun lounger and opened wide again. Daniel was the first to arrive. He lay on top of my supine form and slid into the mess left by Craig. I turned my head and saw Craig tugging at his cock; he was already hard again. My view of Craig was suddenly cut when Aaron arrived and pushed his penis at my face.
Obscenities, groans and moans sounded loud by the poolside. My own grunts of pleasure were muffled as the boys fucked me in both my pussy and my mouth. There were ribald comments about what a slut I’d turned out to be. The men were surprised by my ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ demeanour, and the contrast with what a harlot I was now.
Daniel added his goo to the porridge sloshing inside me left by Craig. Aaron let his load fly against my face, with Craig adding yet another load to mix in and cool against my cheeks, while strands of the stuff clung to my now ruined hair.
I tottered off on my heels, skirt rucked around my waist, tits swinging and spattered with semen, and left the boys to discuss my antics.
“Please, boys,” I implored before leaving. “Please don’t let on to David about how much of a slut his mother is.” I grinned at them, “We can play again tomorrow if you like.”
I rejected the idea of a shower, preferring instead to lie in my bed and savour the tightening of drying spunk on my face. I could smell the sex and found energy enough to masturbate to a squelching climax, with a final act of depravity being to lick my fingers clean of the mix of Craig and Daniel’s semen that I pulled from my body.
I found the opportunity to have each of the boys again during that break. I fucked them singly, in pairs of various permutations, but we never did manage to repeat the first experience of all of them at once.
And my dilemma? Well, with all that semen squirting into me, one of them must have had nuclear sperm. I’m now two months pregnant – Confirmed.
I wonder who the daddy is?
The End
Jerk Off Buddies
This is an email I sent to a friend who was curious about what I used to do with a jerk off buddy. She had already had one story from me. This is the next story I sent her…
I told you about the guy that I used to jerk off with from time to time. It started off somewhat by accident as we would trade porn back and forth. After a while we stopped trading and would watch them together. The first time we jerked off together was kind of awkward as neither of us had ever done that before and neither of us had ever been naked like that in front of another guy. We weren’t sure where to look, if we should keep our eyes on the movie or if we were allowed to take a look at what the other was doing. If we took a look would it mean we were gay or weird…it was kind of a strange feeling and experience.
When we started we would be sitting about as far from each other in the room as we could. Whatever two seats in front of the tv were furthest apart is where we would sit. Over time we started to get more comfortable and would not worry too much about where we were sitting. As we got comfortable we would talk to each other more while watching the movie and jerking. We would make comments about how hard each other was and we would let each other know where we were at on our road to orgasm. This took about 6 or 7mos of meeting a few times a month to get to this comfort level.
Around that time we were always sitting right next to each other on the couch as we watched the movie and jerked off. There was no more uncomfortable separation in the room and we both were comfortable with what was going on. We both knew that what we were doing did not make us gay and did not threaten our sexuality at all as we were both married and both were very active with our wives. This was just something we were both doing on the side that our wives did not know about that was a fun outlet for us.
He was the first one to break the contact barrier. One day we were watching one of our movies and had been jerking for about 20 minutes or so and he asked me if he could feel how hard I was. We were very comfortable with each other at this point so his request didn’t bother me at all. I thought it would be cool to let him feel and I told him sure he could if I could do the same.
I took my hands off my cock and he turned towards me and took hold of the base of my shaft with his hand. We were both using baby oil for lube because baby oil lasts a long time and does not dry out so you can masturbate a long time with out needing to re-lube. My cock was already oiled and so was his hand because that was what he was using on himself. He had his hand wrapped around my cock and he was squeezing me tight. He commented that I was very hard and that I definitely felt thicker than his did. At this point he started to move his hand up my shaft until the top of his hand got to the ridge of my head and he stopped. He then commented that he thought my head was cool and he loved the shape of it. He slid his hand up over my head and then back down my shaft and he pumped my cock a few times and then he stopped.
Now it was my turn to return the favor. I turned towards him now and took hold of his cock the same way he did to mine. It did feel very strange because the only cock I had ever had in my hand and been mine. I was very familiar with the feel of my own cock and the difference in the shape and size of his and my cock felt immediately apparant when I took hold of him. He was about an inch or so longer than me because more of his cock stuck out past the top of my hand when I had my hand around his base but it was thinner. His head was about the same size as his shaft too. Not too much difference between head and shaft which I thought was interesting.
What was the most remarkable about him was the size of his balls. They were then and still are the biggest I have ever seen. They looked like they were about the size of small eggs. At this point I decided that I was not just going to take a quick feel. I decided that I was going to give him a handjob all the way until he came.
I turned more towards him and got on the floor in front of him between his legs. I had my left hand wrapped around his cock and I used my right hand to hold the skin at the base of his cock while I started to slowly stroke up and down his cock. I maintained a good steady pace going from the base of his shaft all the way up over his head and back down again. He had his head tilted back on the couch with his eyes closed and I could definitely tell that his breathing had changed. His balls which had been hanging low when I started had tightened up as tight as they could get. There was no loose skin in his ball sac at all. I had a pretty good idea that I was getting him closer to cumming with each stroke.
I was fascinated by how his balls looked at this point so I continued to use my left hand to work on his cock but I now took my right hand and started to play with his balls. How he was sitting with his legs spread gave me full access to his balls. I cupped my hand around them and his balls filled up my entire hand. I could tell now that I had him on the edge. The heel of my hand was resting against the area between his balls and asshole and I could feel the twitching. Having him on the edge I wanted to keep him there as long as possible.
I changed the way I was pumping his cock so that when I was going up and down his shaft I did not touch his head at all. I kept the strokes just on his shaft. I kept him on the edge for about 10 minutes using his breathing and the feel of his contractions to tell me when he was about to pass the point of no return at which point I would back off. After 10 minutes he told me he really needed to cum and that I needed to get him there. I kept holding his balls and I changed how I was stroking him. The first time my hand passed up over his head he let out an audible groan and said oh yes. He was on his way. I felt his cock swell up in my hand and his breathing quickened and his legs tightened up. His cock exploded. It was an incredible cum shot. The first spurt shot up in the air almost 4ft and came down on my arm. He had 8 big spurts like that with each one being a long ribbon of cum that shot up in the air to come down on my hands and arm and on his stomach and chest. After the 8 spurts he had several more contractions that caused cum to ooze from his head. As he entered that part of his orgasm I had my hand squeezing his shaft squeezing more cum out of his head. As his orgasm subsided his cock started to soften in my hand and his balls started to loosen. I asked him how that felt and he told me it was one of the most powerful orgasms he had ever had.
After he recovered, he returned the favor to me. I was so turned on from giving him the handjob and I had been at the excited state for so long that I did not last very long once he started. Took just a few minutes and I was unloading.
It was a great feeling that first time and it became a regular practice for us to jerk each other off when we were watching movies now. A few weeks after we started doing the handjobs for each other I was giving him a handjob. I was kneeling in front of him and was slowly stroking his cock when out of no where the thought of sucking him just popped in to my head. Once I thought it, I didn’t hesitate. I had my hand around the base of his cock and I wrapped my mouth around his head and had a cock in my mouth for the very first time. This surprised the hell out of him. He had his head back and eyes closed and when he felt my mouth around his cock he jumped a bit but didn’t tell me to stop. He just said that he wondered which of us was going to be the first to try this because he had been thinking about it for some time too.
The story is getting long so I’ll just say that I got the job done with that first blow job. Took me about 15 minutes and I was starting to think that I wasn’t doing a very good job. I was working on trying to keep a good pace and keep my mouth wrapped around him so I wasn’t able to pay much attention to any of his cum signals and I didn’t think I was going to get him there….and I was wrong lol….
The End
Risking It All in Atlantic City
Going down to Atlantic City isn’t something I do often, but both Anna and I have been working hard, so I thought it would be fun to take a day trip and I booked us a room at Resorts. The plan was to head down early on a Saturday. I wanted spend some time on the beach and then go to our room, shower and change, and hit the casino.
It’s a great, warm June day and the beach is pretty crowded. We pick a spot and spread out a blanket and put down our bags. The crowd at the Shore is a hodge-podge of people from all over the tri-state area and as radios compete for supremacy, strains of Latin and dance music battle with some good, old fashioned hard rock and roll. To our right, Steel Pier is just opening up. The smell of every manner of junk food, from pizza to funnel cake, wafts down from the boardwalk. As I open up our reclining camp chairs, Anna catches my attention when she slips her denim shorts down to reveal her bikini bottoms beneath. It’s not a thong, or anything like that, but the string bikini bottoms are more revealing that what she would typically wear. I helped her pick it out, of course, when we went to the mall the other day.
The bikini wasn’t the only thing I’d convinced her to buy, after she admitted to feeling sexy while trying the outfits on, but Anna assured me I would never see her in most of the outfits in public. The deciding factor was that I offered to pick up the tab and she said, “Waste your money if you like.” But I could see how much fun she had trying on the sexy clothes and was sure I could convince her to wear some of them out. Once she sits down, Anna removes her snug t-shirt too, giving me the full view of the colorful, patterned bikini. Anna doesn’t have the biggest chest, but her breasts are firm and perfect and seem bigger on her petite frame. She’s slender and only stands five-foot-three in bare feet. She shakes out her thick, chestnut hair, which she’s cut shorter for the summer. It used to fall to the middle of her back, but now just brushes her shoulders. I’ve always loved Anna’s hair and wasn’t on board at first, but now I love her sexy new ‘do.
“Would you like to help me with this?” Anna asks, catching me checking her out. She waggles a bottle of tanning lotion and I almost fall out of my chair reaching for it.
Although she only really needs help reaching some areas of her back, I insist on helping cover all her exposed skin and I make sure to take my time. Anna is a bit embarrassed, I can tell, to have me touching her all over in the middle of a crowded beach, but as I’m rubbing her flat tummy I see her nipples harden through her bikini top and I know she’s enjoying it just as much as I am. I press into her leg and I know she can feel the hard-on straining my baggy swimming trunks. As I rub her down, I catch a couple teenage boys watching and I lean down to whisper in her ear and tell her. Anna tries to push my hands away, but I fight her off and only slow down as I massage the lotion into her legs, going as far up her thighs as I can decently get away with in public. As I rub the lotion into her hot flesh, I continue whispering in her ear.
“See how hot you are, baby? Those kids can’t take their eyes off of you. You’re the hottest girl on this part of the beach.” Though she’s wearing sunglasses, I can see Anna’s eyes keep flicking over to see the boys checking her out. I know that since she turned thirty, getting older has been on Anna’s mind and it must feel great to have these boys checking her out. She closes her thighs when she thinks my hands are creeping too close to her sex, but her heavy breathing tells me my caresses are taking their toll.
“I bet either one of them would love to be in my place right now. They’d probably cum right in their trunks,” I tell her. Anna gasps, no doubt thinking about that very thing.
Over the past few months we’ve been, I guess experimenting would be the word, experimenting with fooling around in semi-public places, places we could get caught. The danger has turbo charged our sex life and I’m always looking for ways to see how far Anna will go, to see how much risk she can take. She actually surprised me by taking the lead on our last outing, surprising me in the showers at our gym. Of course it was near closing and the men’s locker room was deserted, but there was the risk we could get caught, and we very nearly were. Anna and I have relived that night many times in bed and every time we do she can’t get me inside her fast enough. At the mall the other night she even let she slip into a changing booth with her, for a second anyway. It was long enough for me to help her change an outfit and grope her and I could tell Anna barely had the willpower to push me out. I’m hoping that Anna will be even more daring during our little trip, where we’re not likely to run into anyone we know.
“I think I’m fully protected now,” Anna sighs and pulls me in for a deep kiss before pushing me away. She puts in the earbuds of her iPod and pulls out a book and proceeds to ignore me, though I can see she can’t help glancing to see if her admires are still paying attention.
Both Anna and I are pretty active and just lying there on the beach. Soaking up sun isn’t our thing, so it’s not long before we’re down in the water. Unfortunately, the North Atlantic isn’t all that warm, even in June. While I just run in and duck my head under the gray-green waves, Anna takes her time easing into the water. Her arms are clenched around her and her nipples are like bullets, but she still ignores my advice. “Just jump it,” I urge her. “It’s worse if you prolong it.”
Finally, she reaches me and the water is up to her waist. I can see she’s still shivering, so I grab her, lift her into the air, and toss her into the water. Anna pops up, and after smoothing back her hair, she splashes me and yells, “You bastard!” A splash fight quickly turns into a wrestling match and Anna does an admirable job, considering I’m almost six-feet-tall and probably have a good eighty pounds on her. Anna’s strong from all that time in the gym and I only really gain the upper hand when she realizes the disadvantages of wresting in a string bikini top. After her breasts almost pop out for the second time she dedicates a hand to keeping her top on and I wrap her up and drag her further out into the waves.
The water is up the Anna’s chest and the is crowd much thinner out here, so when I grope her no one can really see it. I can tell that she’s keyed up from earlier because she doesn’t try to stop me when I move my hands over her breasts and massage them, centering her hard nipples in my palms. Instead she moans and leans back against me, both of us facing the shore. With her rubbing that ass against me I find shrinkage is no longer an issue and soon my shaft is nestled between her cheeks and I wish our swimsuits weren’t between us. Would Anna be daring enough to let me slip inside her with hundreds of people just a few dozen feet away, I wonder. She’s still with me when I slide my hand inside her bikini top and gently tease her stiff nipple. “Mmm, Jason,” she moans, reaching back, beneath the waves, to rub my cock.
I’m kissing her neck and my other hand pushes into her bottoms and cups her neatly trimmed mound. Anna gasps and grips my cock tightly when I work my finger longwise between her lips, rubbing her soft, slick inside. Quickly, she’s breathing hard and moaning and rocking rhythmically against my hand. I focus on rubbing her clit and she can’t help crying out, the sound swallowed by the waves.
“I want you right now. Let me fuck you,” I moan into her ear. I’m feeling damned good myself with her rubbing my cock.
“Right here?” Anna gasps. “Everyone is so close.”
“I know. I don’t care. I have to have you.”
“No, Jason, we can’t. Everyone will know. Ohh…”
“You don’t think they know what we’re doing now? Standing out here on our own?” I really have no idea if anyone knows what we’re up to, but I wouldn’t be surprised. I would be thinking about it if I looked over and saw us. I know Anna is scanning the crowd, looking to see if anyone is watching us. I’m sure, in her mind, she sees what she wants to.
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“Ohh…ohhh…ohhh Jason…” she cries, climaxing and pushing hard against my hand. We bob up and down with the waves while I clutch Anna to me and she rides out her orgasm. The only reason I don’t cum with her is because she lost focus on me when she came.
When we return to the beach, Anna walks with a sexy, confident strut that wasn’t there when we went out into the water. The boys are watching her again when we walk back to our spot and Anna takes her time toweling off before settling back into her chair. She chooses to touch up her tanning lotion herself and slowly, lovingly caresses herself as she rubs the lotion in. Anna puts on a great show and I’m sure both teenagers are just as hard as I am by the time she’s done.
The sun is high in the sky and we’re both famished, so after packing the beach stuff back in the car we hit the boardwalk. I figure after lunch and a stroll it should be time to check into our room. Anna slips on her shorts and a pair of flat sandals, but she surprises me by leaving her t-shirt in the car. I can see she’s still got that sexy confidence as she walks the boards in her bikini top, but I’m sure it helps her confidence that she’s not the only woman doing it. Still, I notice the admiring glances she garners from passing guys and I’m sure she does too. After a couple of slices of pizza, we wander up onto Steel Pier for some fun.
The barkers at the games of chance are calling out to us and I pull Anna by the hand over to one of them. I’m a decent dart player and figure I should be able to take out a couple balloons and win a highly flammable stuffed animal for my lady. The darts are incredibly dull, of course, but I’m confident.
“So what do I get if I win you a Scooby?”
“Hmm, I don’t know. Shouldn’t you do it just to do something nice for me?”
“I always do nice things for you. Like earlier,” I point out and enjoy her deep crimson blush. She chucks me on the arm, which throws off the aim of my first dart.
I actually have to play three times, but I do end up winning Anna one of the little Scooby dolls, which she clutches to her chest while she beams at me and exclaims, “My hero!” She stands up on her tip-toes and gives me a hot kiss, which draws an embarrassed look from the teenage girl working the booth.
“What do I get if I win you a big one?”
“I will grant one wish,” she teases.
“Anything I want?”
“Anything…within reason.”
“Okay,” I tell her and take another deep kiss for luck.
Instead tossing dull darts at under inflated balloons again, I go for the ring toss. Anna is right beside me, encouraging me on, but I end up spending close to twenty dollars for a big panda that’s probably not even worth half that. The panda, however, is beside the point. Anna is very happy to receive it and she proudly carries her trophy as we walk down the boardwalk.
“So what is your wish?”
“I’ll tell you when we get to the room.”
I don’t get a chance to tell her anything because I’ve barely put our bags down in the room before Anna unties her top and throws it on the dresser. She stands there topless, her hands on her hips and asks, “So, does your wish have anything to do with this?”
“You’re on the right track,” I tell her, slowly crossing the room so I have time to take her in. Those breasts, so perfect, capped by small, pale nipples, hard as little pebbles, slightly upturned. I am an unabashed breast man and I have to admit, every time Anna takes her top off I can’t help but stare. When I reach her, I don’t kiss her, but throw her back onto the bed. As she laughs, I crawl to join her, pushing her legs apart and lying on top of her.
I sweep the hair back from her face and kiss her while grinding my cock between her legs. Anna pulls at my shirt and gets it over my head and off as I slither down her body. With my ribs between her legs, Anna is still grinding against me, but is forced to stop trying to get my trunks off. I make her forget all about that when I hold her breasts in both hands and alternate smothering them in kisses. I cover every inch of her chest with my lips, but ignore her sensitive nipples. Anna loves it when I tease them, which is precisely why I am ignoring them. The longer I make her wait the more she’ll appreciate it when I get there. I circle her nipples with my tongue and she’s pushing my head, trying to get me to lick and kiss right where she wants it. She’s mewing and her head is propped up on the pillows so she can watch me.
“Is your wish to drive to crazy? Stop teasing me, Jason.”
“But you know I love to tease you.”
“Mmm, even I have my limits. Don’t make me drag a bellhop out of the hallway.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
I flick her nipple with my tongue and Anna gasps, pushing herself at me. I withdraw, but only for a second and then I fiercely attack that tender little nub of flesh. Anna is moaning deeply now and running her fingers through my short, dark brown hair. I love when she does that. I flick that nipples faster and faster and then close my lips over it, sucking her flesh like I need to devour her, which is just how I’m feeling after she’s been driving me crazy all day. Seeing her sexy self-confidence in that bikini made me want to drag her under the boardwalk and screw her silly. I release her nipple with a lip smack and then give her other breast the same exact attention, only this time I nibble as I go and Anna goes insane, digging her short nails into my scalp and whimpering my name. One of these days I’m going to make her climax just from teasing her breasts, I know it.
By the time I drag Anna’s shorts down she’s soaked through her bikini bottoms and the sweet scent of her arousal hits me full force. I nuzzle her down there, kissing through the swimsuit before finally stripping her completely and pushing her thighs as far apart as I can. Just a dusting of downy brown hair covers her mound and I nuzzle her again, this time with nothing in my way. I love knowing she’s so wet and I’ve barely touched her down there. Anna sighs when I peel her sticky lips apart and then grabs fistfuls of pillow, squeezing it around her head as my tongue darts in and out of her. My tongue is everywhere at once, dipping deeply inside her to sample her sweet nectar before withdrawing and tracing her lips up to dig out her clit. I only lightly lick her clit, knowing too much stimulation can be too intense for her. Her chest rises and falls sharply as her breathing gets ragged while I circle her clit with my tongue. To think, Anna claims she didn’t like oral sex all that much before we met. I guess no one took the time to learn what she really likes.
Anna is dripping and I close my lips over her pussy to suck and lick her clean. She squeezes her legs around my head and cries out my name. Her climax is on her and Anna moans nonsensically as her entire body tightens and releases over and over again. It’s a long, drawn out orgasm, primarily because I keep my lips and tongue busy and Anna rides wave after wave of pleasure. It’s only when she breathlessly pleads, “No more, please,” that I lift my face from between her thighs and lick my lips.
I roll onto my back, caressing her and just as soon as she can get my trunks off Anna’s mounting me. She buries my cock inside her in one stroke and rocks back and forth on it, arching her back and pulling my hands up to cover her breasts. She’s grinding down on me and it’s my turn to lose my mind as she grips me with her cunt. Jesus she’s good and I could easily shoot my load in the first thirty seconds. I don’t, but it takes an awful lot of willpower. Instead, I put my hands on her hips and help balance her as Anna rides my cock hard. She falls forward, bracing her hands on either side of my head and kisses me while churning her hips and fucking me like a dervish. I move my hands to the small of her back because I love the way her firm body feels when she’s moving it like this.
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My moans are muffled by our kiss, but I want to signal her that my willpower is failing. Anna pushes back up and starts slamming up and down on me. I massage her breasts again, paying special attention to her nipples because I want Anna to climax again and I am running out of time. It does the trick and she’s calling out my name, even as I groan hers and with an upward thrust of my hips I shoot my load deep inside her. Anna rocks back and forth as she climaxes yet again and then she falls into my arms.
“I hope you don’t think that fulfills my wish,” I say, feeling her heart beating against my chest. My own is hammering just as hard.
“What more would you like me to do? I don’t have many more tricks.”
“I’ll let you know after we shower. Right now, I just want to keep you in this bed.”
After pulling down the sheets we do stay in bed and the day and the sun take their toll and we fall asleep in each other’s arms. A long, refreshing nap proves to be just what I needed and after a couple hours I bound out of bed to hit the shower while Anna is still off in dreamland. I emerge from a long, steamy shower to find Anna padding around the room wearing my t-shirt, which falls just to the bottom of her ass. She looks so sexy and I want to take her back to bed, but she puts me off with a peck on the cheek and disappears for her own shower. When she comes out, wrapped in a big, fluffy towel, I tell her it’s time to fulfill my wish.
“You can’t be serious,” Anna says, looking at the outfit I’ve laid out on the bed.
While she was in the shower, I took out an outfit I stashed in my bag before we left, hoping I could convince her to wear it out. There’s a peach and white crocheted halter and a denim miniskirt with a frayed edge that’s so short on her that it barely comes lower than the t-shirt she was wearing before her shower. She didn’t try on the pieces together, but I thought she looked sexy as hell in both of them. To go with the outfit, I’d selected a tiny pair of red lace panties. I figure that if she can’t manage to keep her skirt in place it should be obvious!
“You said I could have one wish. My wish is to see you strutting around in a sexy little outfit.”
“I’ll put it on up here for you, but I am not wearing that out in public.”
“Why not?”
“Why not? Maybe because that top barely covers me, or maybe because that skirt isn’t even going to cover my ass!”
“It covers you ass.”
“Barely!”
I hug Anna and kiss her. “Come on, baby, you’re going to look so hot. I know you want to look hot.” She starts to shake her head and I kiss her again and knead her ass under the towel. “I know how much you liked it when those boys were checking you out on the beach. I saw how confident you looked walking on the boardwalk in your bikini top. All that attention made you hot, Anna.”
“I liked it, sure, who wouldn’t, but I’m not that kind of girl.”
“What kind of girl would that be? The kind who’s confident and sexy and isn’t afraid to show it off?” I’m kissing down her neck and over her bare shoulder.
“I can be sexy without being obvious,” she sighs.
“But you are the type of girl who likes to be daring.”
“Maybe.”
“You’re the type of girl who would fuck me in a shower stall where anyone could catch us. You’re the type of girl who comes with hundreds of people just a few feet away.” I work the knot free and Anna’s towel falls away. I caress her breast while nuzzling her neck and she moans softly. “I know how sexy the attention makes you feel. I know how hot the danger makes you. Just try it, baby. I know you’re going to love it.”
“Mmm, Jason. You’re making me melt.”
“So you’ll try it?”
“I don’t know…”
“You said I could have one wish.” I have a hand between us, slip two fingers into her wetness. Anna gasps and rises up on her toes before pushing back down onto my fingers. “I know how much you love being my dirty girl, Anna. Be my dirty girl tonight.”
“Mmm, okay,” she moans.
I knew I would be able to convince her with the proper motivation. Anna’s really exploring the kinkier side of her sexuality these last few months and I’ve been thinking that a little exhibitionism would be right up her alley. I love that she feels comfortable enough with me to try these things. Anna is rocking back and forth on my fingers and I use my thumb to add pressure to her clit. I don’t have to wait long for Anna to climax once again and then I lift my fingers and lick and suck them clean. I’m so hard, but if I drag Anna to bed we’re never going to leave them room, so I let her go…for now.
Anna takes a long time to get ready and I think she’s dragging it out because she’s not quite ready to leave the room in her outfit. Finally she emerges from the bathroom and she is just smoking hot. The skirt really does barely cover her and the top is not only very low cut, but there are hardly any sides at the bust. Whenever she turns it looks like she’s going to spill out of it. Her hair looks great and she’s also wearing thick soled espadrille sandals. Anna’s got some color from the beach and she’s even wearing a little lip gloss, which is unusual for her. She’s a natural beauty and rarely wears any make-up at all.
“I don’t know about this,” Anna says uncertainly.
“You look amazing. Just be confident.”
Anna clutches my hand tightly as we walk through the casino floor. It’s crowded on a Saturday evening and Anna draws quite a few admiring glances. With every step I can see her restraining herself from tugging down on the skirt. It does cover her ass, but only just. She’s walking rigidly and I’m sure she wants to bolt back up to the room. We go to a nice restaurant in the casino and hit the bar while we’re waiting for a table. When I offer Anna a seat on a high bar stool she says, “I’ll stand.”
“You’re going to be on your feet all night,” I warn her.
She shoots me a look and takes a seat. Although she turns to face the bar as quickly as possible, I know anyone lucky enough to be looking her way got a flash of red panty. Standing behind her, I can see right down Anna’s top and since she can’t wear a bra with it I can just make out where her nipple is nestled against the lining inside the crocheted top. The guy standing to my right also notices and can’t tear his eyes away from Anna’s breasts, even though he’s standing right next to his wife. Anna doesn’t seem to notice, which is probably a good thing or she would cover up. I ask for a beer while she orders a Malibu Bay Breeze and I massage her bare upper back.
“So is it as bad as you thought?” I ask.
“I feel like I’m practically naked.”
“Is that bad?”
Anna elbows me in the ribs and says, “Not for you, I’m sure. I’ll tell you what, it’s cold down here.”
Anna is two drinks in by the time we get called for our table and as she’s not really a drinker I see she’s visibly relaxed. She isn’t nearly as careful when she turns to hop off the chair and standing right next to her I catch a flash of red. She catches me looking and pulls the skirt down, but I love the way her ass looks while I follow her to our table.
We have a nice dinner, steak for me, shrimp scampi for her, and Anna has another couple drinks while she eats. She’s chatting more and relaxed, probably not drunk, but definitely buzzed and feeling good. She leans forward as we chat, practically exposing both breasts and either she doesn’t notice or she doesn’t care. I realize it’s the second when she slips off one of her sandals and nudges my crotch under the table with her foot. I’m already hard from checking her out and her manipulation almost has me cumming in my pants. Anna seems to enjoy watching me try to talk to the waitress while she’s rubbing me and I think she’s disappointed that I don’t blow my load while I’m talking to the pretty young woman.
Anna is slow to get out of the booth, flashing her panties again and then giving a nice view down her top when she leans forward. I’m on the lookout and this time I see at least a couple of guys checking her out. The smile on her faces tells me Anna sees them too. When we walk out of the restaurant that sexy, confident strut is back.
The slots are first up on Anna’s agenda. At this point, I’m just along for the ride. She’s not much of a gambler and she likes pulling the lever. It’s not as much fun now that the machines are coinless, but Anna has a good time and I’m having a great time looking down her top and staring at her legs. Every time she hops off a stool and goes to a new machine Anna gives another flash as she’s not being careful at all anymore. I try to steer her to machines on the ends of rows so passing guys get a good view and I see that every time a good looking young guy goes by Anna’s looking to see if he’s checking her out, and most of them are. It might be me, but I swear as she sits at the shot machine Anna turns so her legs are facing out.
“I need to find a bathroom. I’ll be right back,” I tell her.
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I do take my time because I want to see how she’s going to behave without me there as a safety blanket. I find a spot near some slots where I can observe Anna but she’s not going to see me unless she’s really looking. Anna’s sitting there, happily playing the slots and from a distance I can really see the guys checking her out. I even see one guy who walks past her three times in about five minutes, slowing down to get a really good look on his last pass. Anna smiles up at him and I wish I knew what was going through her mind.
A guy who looks like he’s in his mid-twenties sits at the machine beside Anna and immediately starts chatting her up. Honestly, I’m surprised it’s taken this long. It’s not like she’s wearing a ring, not that that would stop a lot of guys. I can’t hear what they’re saying from this distance, but it looks like Anna is having fun flirting with the guy. He’s practically leering down her top and Anna seems intent on making it easy for him. When she turns on the stool to face him I know he’s got to see her panties. It’s such a turn on to see Anna being so sexy and free, but when it looks like the guy’s getting too friendly I cross over to rejoin my girlfriend. By the time I reach them I see his hand on her leg and I’m surprised Anna hasn’t removed it.
“Hey, honey,” I say when I reach her and give Anna a kiss on the side of the neck. It doesn’t take long for the guy to get the message and soon he’s gone. “You’re having a lot of fun, I see.”
“You know, I decided to embrace it and enjoy it. You’re right, it is fun.”
“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself.”
“I am. Are you enjoying the view?” Anna asks. I’m looking down her top without even realizing it. Anna turns, knowing she’s giving me an even better view.
“I am and so are half the guys in the casino.”
“Oh, stop that.”
“Like you don’t know.”
“Maybe,” she admits with a sly smile. “Maybe it’s not so bad to be the dirty girl every once in a while.”
“How about we try some blackjack?”
“Sure.” I take her hand and help her off the stool and then walk close behind her, eyes glued to her ass.
The blackjack tables are crowded and we have to circle the area a few times before we find an open seat and Anna seems to enjoy walking the circuit. The table has six of seven seats taken by a bunch of guys around our age who all seem to know each other. They’ve all got drinks and they’re kind of rowdy and I figure it’s the perfect place for us. Instead of taking the open seat myself I pull out the chair and Anna sits in the middle of the guys. I throw down some bills, staking Anna one hundred-fifty dollars, and stand behind her with my hands on her shoulders.
As I mentioned, Anna isn’t much of a gambler, so I offer her advice. After she wins a couple hands she really gets into the game. She’s bright and a quick learner and doesn’t need my help for long. Besides, the other guys at the table are more than happy to offer advice. They even get Anna a drink when the waitress returns. I stand right behind Anna, but it’s like I’m even there. Perhaps encouraged by her friendly smile and receptive nature, the guys openly flirt with my girlfriend. She leans forward on her elbows on the edge of the table and even the dealer can’t help looking down her top. Those guys all have a great view of Anna’s breasts and she stays in place, soaking up the attention.
Anna leans back and tells me, “I need to go to the bathroom. Hold my seat.” She’s been having such a great time I’m more than happy to keep her spot for her. All eyes are on Anna as she struts away from the table. I slip into her seat and play a couple hands.
“So she’s your girlfriend?” The guy to my left asks. He introduces himself as Chad.
“Yep, we’ve been together a while now,” I answer, trying to let him know we’re serious.
“I hope you don’t mind me saying, but damn, dude, she’s hot,” chimes in the guy on the end.
“I know how lucky I am.”
“Hope you don’t think we’re being disrespectful, man,” says another. “Y’know, we’re all just having fun.”
“Hey, Anna can have as much fun as she wants. I know she’s going home with me.” Feeling good myself, I add, “And that’s when the real fun starts.”
“Thought she must be a firecracker,” Chad says.
Luckily for them I’m not easily offended and I wonder how far this guy talk might go, but Anna returns to the table and I yield the seat to her. As she squeezes past me, Anna molds against my body and kisses me, pressing her tongue in my mouth and pressing her damp panties into my hand. I am speechless as she sits and resumes playing cards with her new friends and once again I become invisible.
Chatting with the boys, Anna learns they are having their monthly guys’ night out and they frequently hit the casinos. They tell her that she’s doing great for a novice and question her like she’s the most interesting woman on the planet. Sitting is tight at the table, but when I step back for a moment, I swear the guys next to her move closer to Anna and I couldn’t get a hold of her now if I wanted to. Anna is sandwiched tightly in there, her bare legs pressed against the legs of the guys beside her, who happen to be wearing shorts. She crosses her arms, creating more room for herself, but it has the effect of pushing the sides of her top out and the entire sides of her breasts are exposed. Anna must feel the cool air on her breasts and moves, but not before the guys get an eyeful.
Anna hangs in there, but eventually her chips are gone. After the guys throw her some of their chips they announce they’re going to hit the club in the casino and ask if we’d like to join them. I’ll admit, I want Anna to myself again and I’m relieved when she turns them down. The guys are off their stools first and I know they all see Anna’s pussy when she hops off of hers. The fact that Anna would so wantonly expose herself blows my mind and I can’t get her back to our room fast enough, but first the guys want a hug and she indulges them. I do feel jealous when I see them do their best to cop a feel and Anna’s half-hearted attempts to stop them, but my cock is rock hard as well.
“So what did you think of my performance tonight? Did I fulfill you wish?” Anna asks innocently as we walk through the casino floor.
“Things were getting crazy there at the end.”
“Are you jealous, honey?” She smiles and I almost wonder if she was just enjoying herself, or trying to teach me a lesson. Or maybe, she was doing both.
“Not really. It was hot as hell to see you so free.”
She looks down, suddenly the shy girl I first met, and admits, “It was hot to act that like. I felt like I was playing a role.”
I plan on showing her how much I enjoyed her performance as soon as we get to our room, but Anna can’t even wait that long. We’re alone in the elevator and as soon as the doors close she’s all over me. Her arms are around my neck as she’s frantically assaulting me with her tongue and I reach down and grab her ass, which is exposed by her raised skirt. Our hands are all over each other and I want to touch Anna everywhere at once. “God, I am so wet,” Anna purrs between kisses. Her hand is inside my jeans, rubbing my cock through my boxer-briefs.
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The elevator dings and as soon as the door opens, Anna smacks a button to send it down again and is on me again. She drives me back against the back wall and wraps a leg around me while grinding her pelvis into me. It occurs to me that every elevator seems to have a security camera in it and glancing in the corner I see the small, smoked plastic dome. I grab Anna and turn her around, pulling her to me while I make short work of the knot behind her neck. She doesn’t try and stop the halter from falling forward and grinds her ass against me while I massage her breasts and roll her stiff nipples between my fingers. She’s breathing heavily and fast and rubbing back against me like a cat in heat. I just have my hand up her skirt when the elevator dings again, announcing that we’ve arrived at the second floor. As the doors slide open Anna scrambles to try and cover herself, but stops when she doesn’t find anyone standing there. She leans forward to hit the button for our floor again and then is back in my arms.
Anna’s skirt is up, exposing her pussy as I rub her there and one of her breasts is in my hand while I kiss her neck and Anna’s head is leaned back on my shoulder while she closes her eyes and moans. Nibbling her lobe, I whisper, “You do realize there’s a security camera in here. Someone is watching all of this right now.”
“Oh God,” she gasps, eyes flying open and instantly finding the camera. She does not stop me from touching her, though. Instead she’s moaning louder and she’s so wet it running down her thighs.
“You love knowing you’re being watched, don’t you?” I whisper.
“Yesss…” Anna whimpers.
“Whoever is watching is probably rubbing themselves right now.”
“God…”
“They probably want to storm into this elevator and just take you.”
“Oh God, Jason. Oh, God. Ohhh…”
Just as the doors slide open once again, Anna climaxes. Who knows how many orgasms she’s had today? Luckily there’s no one standing there, but her soft cries fill the empty hallway beyond the doors. I pull Anna out of the elevator just before the doors close. We stumble down the hallway, Anna half-heartedly trying to hold her top in place.
We stumble into our room and I flick all the lights on so it’s brightly illuminated. Anna quickly sheds the few clothes she’s wearing and is trying to pull me to the bed, but I pull her away, toward the full length window. Now I’m glad I didn’t spring for a room with a view of the ocean. Looking right back at us is the tower of a Trump casino and who knows how many people in those rooms over there can see us.
I hold Anna against the glass while I wrestle my jeans down and then I pull her ass back, so it curves out and I can get in right behind her. With all the foreplay in the elevator, I easily slid right into Anna. She cries out and shoves herself back at me. I push her forward roughly, flattening her breasts against the chilly glass. I’m ramming my cock inside her as hard and fast as I can while she shoves herself back at me just as violently. It’s easily the most volatile sex we’ve ever had. It’s almost angry and I wonder if some jealousy is seeping through on my end.
“You loved being my dirty girl, didn’t you? Showing off your sexy little body?”
“Yesss…God yesss, Jason. Oh God, please don’t stop!”
“Look at those windows across the way. Anyone could be watching us!”
“God, don’t stop!”
“Tell me what you want, baby!”
“I want you to fuck me! I want all those people to see me, to see us! God, fuck me!”
I move my hands from her hips to her shoulders, pulling Anna back to me and the room is filled with the sounds of flesh slapping together, the wet smacks of two people joining. Watching Anna all night has me out of my mind and it’s only a few minutes before I lose it.
“Oh fuck, Annnaaa…” I cry and shove my cock as far inside her as I can at this angle. I pump my load into her and feel her convulsing around me and she pounds her fist on the glass as she climaxes too.
Slowly, we peel apart and I carry Anna to bed. Once we’ve both caught our breath we are coupling again, this time making love gently, our eyes locked together as I move inside her. Exhausted, we fall asleep in each other’s arms and stay that way until the sun comes in through the wide open blinds.
“That was some night,” Anna says, throwing back the sheets and stretching her lithe body in the sunlight.
“Yeah, it was. You are so amazing. Are you okay with everything?”
Anna was thoughtful. “I am, I think. I don’t know what I was doing toward the end, though, at the table and then in the elevator. It’s like I was running on pure instinct. When we got into the elevator, I just had to have you, y’know? I didn’t even think about there being a security camera.”
“Do you regret anything?”
“It’s a little scary that I just gave myself over, but no, I don’t regret it. I knew I was there with you the entire time, so I felt safe and protected. I knew things couldn’t really get out of hand. Thanks for last night.”
“Thank you, Anna. Last night was so incredible. You know I love you, right?”
“I do, and I love you too. I love you so much.”
Anna rolls into my arms and we start kissing and one thing leads to another. Suffice it to say that we’ve got to rush around the room to pack and make it out by the eleven-thirty check out time. While we’re packing, I pick up Anna’s little skirt from the night before and a small slip of paper falls out of one of the shallow pocket. It’s Chad’s phone number, hastily scrawled on the corner of a cocktail napkin. I can only imagine he passed it to her when I was pushed back from the blackjack table. I want to think that he slipped it into her pocket without Anna even noticing, but I can’t be sure. She comes out of the bathroom carrying her hairdryer and I hold it up for her. “Look what I found.”
“Yeah, that. I forgot all about it when we got back to the room. I was kind of distracted. You’re not mad, are you?”
“It depends on what you planned on doing with it.”
“Nothing. Nothing at all. After I came back from the bathroom he slipped it into my pocket and whispered that I should call after you fell asleep. I just took the number because it was easiest, but I never planned on calling him.”
“Were you tempted? Are you now? I know you were pretty fired up by all that attention. Did you want to take things further?” I guess I’m jealous, but my feelings are more complicated than that. It was exciting for me too that all these guys wanted my girlfriend. I trust her completely, but if Anna really gets turned on so much by showing off, should I? If we keep going down this road things could get out of hand.
“Tempted? Not really. I wouldn’t call it that. But yes, I was exciting to know that all those guys wanted me and that Chad wanted me so badly he didn’t care about taking the chance to slip me his number right in front of you. There is a thrill to the fantasy of just picking up a stranger like that, letting him have his way with me in some secluded corner of the casino, but it’s just a fantasy. I could never act on it. And anyway, I would never do that to you. I love you.”
“I love you too, Anna. And I do trust you.”
“Good, because you have nothing to worry about. The only reason I could play around last night is because you were there and I know you’ll keep me safe.” Anna comes across the room and clings to me.
As we cruise on the Atlantic City Expressway out of town I can’t help but wonder what’s next for us as we go down this exciting, dangerous road. I’m so excited by playing these risky games with Anna that I don’t want to stop, but will we resist the urge to go too far? Honestly, there’s no way to know until we get there.
The End
The Lesson
Cara stood tentatively at the door of the building. It was a rectangular building with four stories. The brick was a tan color and looked similar to the surrounding buildings. She was standing at the back entrance, which had two glass doors. It wasn’t fancy, but looked like it was well taken care of. The front entrance was a porn shop and she giggled at the irony of this. She had walked to the back and now was hesitant to enter. She knew that entering this building would change her life.
She finally took three deep breaths and entered. There was a pretty blonde woman sitting at a desk. She had a headset on and Cara was nervous because she didn’t know whether the woman was on the phone or not.
“Yes dear?”
“I have an appointment with Randi.”
“You must be Cara. I’ll call her.”
Cara was taken aback. She had thought that Randi was a guy, but he was a she. She had only corresponded by email and was partly amazed that there was indeed a building where they said it would be. A tall woman was walking down the long hallway and was smiling wide.
“Hi Cara. I’m Randi. Thanks for coming.”
“Hi Randi.”
“So what we’ll do today is do a test run. If everything works out then we’ll schedule some more scenes. Sound O.K.?”
“Yeah.” Cara was biting her lip hard. She was so nervous and was trying not to look it.
Randi led Cara into one of the rooms at the end of the hallway. There was a bedroom set up with two walls and four cameras set up where the other two walls should be. She glanced and realized that other than her and Randi, the other people in the room were all men. There were four men in their twenties along with an older gentleman. Her eyes flickered over each person and she realized they barely noticed her there.
“So, I know this is your first time. We’re going to bring in someone. He’s very nice and gentle. He knows it’s your first time. Just do what comes naturally.”
Cara nodded and then whimpered softly as another man entered the room. He was so tall and so black. His hair was short and he had chocolate brown eyes. He was wearing tight jeans and a white shirt. The shirt was almost splitting apart because of his muscular chest. Cara could only stare in awe.
“Hi, sweetie. I’m T.J.”
Cara couldn’t answer.
“So Cara just keep going until he orgasms. If it starts to hurt we’ll get you some lube.” Randi was so matter of fact that it made everything seem so natural. She turned to T.J. and decided to just go ahead and do it.
“Hi. I’m Cara.”
T.J. stood in front of Cara. He rubbed her shoulders lightly and felt the straps of her tank top fall down.
“You are so beautiful. Really you are.” He continued to rub her arms and pushed her tank top down around her waist. Cara had average size breasts. She smiled when T.J. grabbed both and pushed them together, making the nipples rub against each other.
“Oh.” Cara arched her back. She didn’t think she’d react like this, but she could already feel her juices pool in her panties.
“That’s it baby.” T.J. sucked hard on her nipples and looked into her eyes. She was so young and innocent. He had been doing this for a few years and wondered how long she would last. Most girls lasted a few months and then realized this wasn’t the way to make a living.
“Suck my cock baby. Do it.” Cara nodded. She watched as T.J. undid his jeans and she was relieved that his cock was average size. She had heard that black guys had huge cocks and she was scared that he would have a monster. Instead, it was a little large, but nothing she couldn’t handle. She opened her mouth and her eyes glanced over at the camera. The cameramen were staring blankly at her and T.J. and she was surprised. She didn’t really know what to expect, but was glad they were being professional about it.
T.J. tapped the tip of his cock against her lips and then slid it in her mouth. She sucked hard and swallowed. She grinned when T.J. moaned loudly. She did it again.
“Oh fucking hell baby. That’s so hot. Do it again.” Cara grinned and swallowed. She felt her throat close around his cock and loved the reaction. T.J. suddenly pulled out and spun her around. He pulled her up onto her hands and knees and spanked her round butt.
Cara was whimpering softly. She felt her thighs being spread and cried out when she felt his hot tongue flick against her clit. She opened her eyes and saw a camera right on her. She didn’t even care at this moment. All she cared about was that her legs were shaking so badly and she needed to cum.
“Make me cum. Please.” Cara was begging and T.J. grinned. He tapped his cock against her butt and then slowly slid into her bare pussy. She was very tight, but his girth was so large that it wasn’t a surprise. He pushed in and moaned when most of his cock was inside her. He knew there was a camera above him and he rocked her hips back and forth. She was a good little fuck and was he impressed at how willing she was to do this. He was holding back for two reasons. First, he loved how it felt to cum all over a girls butt or breasts and second, this wasn’t about him. This was about Cara. If she did well, he’d get a lot of opportunities to fuck her again.
“Fuck!” Cara screamed out and gripped the sheets tight. She thrusted back so hard that T.J. stumbled back. She was cumming and he could feel every part of her pussy clamp down on his cock. He almost lost it, but was able to control himself. The moment she was finished he pulled out and flipped her over. She opened her mouth wide and he grinned as he stroked his cock, cumming all over her face and breasts. His white cum was dripping everywhere and she was grinning from ear to ear.
Cara stared at T.J. and then glanced over at Randi.
“Awesome. That was a great first time. There’s a washroom down the hall. Ask Natalie at the front desk for your check and we’ll call you in a few days.”
Cara stumbled to the washroom and after cleaning herself up made her way to the front desk. She stepped out into the sunshine a very different woman than she had entered.
The End
Laird of the Loch
I was completely worn as I entered the glade to bathe in the loch. For the past several weeks I had done nothing but act as an aide to some English general or another as I attempted to ferret out troop movements and other valuable information that might help my own countrymen in this endless and brutal war. When I could slip away, I would quietly enter the Scottish camp and report my findings. Sometimes I was able to stay and rest for a few days among friends before I had to once again don my masculine attire and become a boy. Usually, I was required to immediately leave as quietly as I had arrived before the English officers missed me.
Tonight I had arrived back in camp in my usual state of filth. While most of the English officers and soldiers took me at face value, the dirt and grime worked well to mask any feminine characteristics to more discerning individuals who thought to take a closer look. My perpetual lack of cleanliness did not endear me to the men on either side and I was given a wide berth.
It was with a heavy heart that I returned to camp. Upon my arrival, I had reported what little information that I possessed, but I did not believe that it would alter the final outcome. I knew in my heart that the Highlanders would be thoroughly beaten in the battle tomorrow. My brief career as a spy was, apparently, at an end. I had a suspicion that my life would soon follow my career and cease on the morrow as well.
Released from my duties for now, I was at finally at my leisure. My first order of business was to remove all traces of the sweat and dirt that coated my person. Not wishing to delay my bath, I quickly grabbed my soap, brush, plaid and shift. Most of the men had already retired by this late hour and I felt certain that I would need nothing more than my shift and plaid after I had completed my toilette.
Stripping out of my breeches, peasant shirt and the bindings that flattened my chest I immediately jumped into the loch. Only the middle of April, the loch was, of course, freezing, but I didn’t care. My only concern for the moment was obtaining my usual, non-mission state of cleanliness. Soaping my hair and body repeatedly, I attempted to remove all traces of foulness.
Finally satisfied, I left the loch, shivering in the late evening air. My nipples immediately puckered in the cold as I cursed myself for forgetting my drying cloth. Giving it up as a bad deal, I simply squeezed into my shift, water and all. I did not want to soak my plaid for tonight promised to be cold. I did not relish lying under a cold, wet plaid for the night. Certainly, I wasn’t going to even attempt to use any portion of my previous clothing for anything. I swore I was going to burn those clothes they stunk so badly. That was, of course, if I could even bring myself to touch them ever again. I may even leave them where they lie. Let some wild animal come upon them and take them where they will.
Sitting on the bank, I began to work the tangles from my hair. With all of the waves and curls, my hair did not untangle easily and I worked for several minutes removing knots and kinks. The brushing soothed me and I continued to smooth my hair with the brush long after I had removed all tangles. Having had it bound for so long, it felt good to allow my hair to cascade down my back.
While I sat next to the loch calmly brushing my hair I heard a cascade of stones scatter down the bank. I quickly rose and spun, looking behind me, the brush poised in the air mid-stroke. Frozen in place, I saw Ian MacGregor standing behind me appearing startled. I had not figured to find anyone else at the loch this late and, apparently neither had he since he was wearing nothing more than a shirt.
Calmly, I turned back towards the loch, picking up my plaid and wrapping it around my shoulders for modesty. I was not worried about the man behind me. Not only was I within shouting distance of my cousin, Laird Gregor MacKenzie, but I also knew him to be a man of honour. Ian had been with the army for almost as long as I. As the assistant horse master, I often came into contact with him, although I was certain that he had paid me no mind. I could not even be certain that he knew I was a woman. In my current state of undress, there could be little question on that point at this juncture. Wet from my bath, my nearly invisible shift clung to my breasts and hips, outlining everything in between.
While I was covering myself and completing my grooming, he had moved closer. Turning, I gazed upon the man who had held some fascination for me throughout the weeks. He was very tall and strongly built. His black hair was straight and hung to his shoulders this evening. His startlingly blue eyes were framed by thick, black lashes that made him appear as though he was wearing kohl. High cheekbones and a long straight nose completed the image of masculine beauty. Uncovered as he was, I could see his strong, well muscled thighs. His shirt sleeves were rolled up and the laces undone, allowing me an almost uninhibited view of his upper body. His chest and abdomen were well defined, making my palms itch to run them down his temptingly bare flesh.
Apparently my admiration was returned for when I followed the thin line of hair that started just below his naval I found his penis was no longer covered by his shirt and rising defiantly from a thicket of black hair. Immediately I felt something hot and liquid settle in my loins. I wanted this man, I admitted, despite the fact that I would be quite ruined. Licking my lips, I felt my breath begin to come faster and heavier. Looking up I again met those arresting eyes.
“Pray forgive me, Lady. I mean no disrespect. You have caught me quite unawares and your beauty has enchanted me,” he explained in a deep rich voice. Shifting his clothing to hide his growing erection, he looked uncomfortable, as though he had not intended to admit his feelings to me. For certain, he was as affected by me as I was by him.
Half smiling, I replied softly, “I have my doubts that you would be so foolish as to purposely accost me. It would be madness to rape a lady here, so close to kin.”
Immediately he appeared angry and I realized that I had inadvertently insulted him. “Rape!?” he exclaimed, suddenly irritated. “Madam, I expect that you risk more while you are away spying on the English!” I could hardly argue that point. I had indeed risked far more during my time as a spy.
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