Whore Night

My wife is petite, blonde, 45 years old and looks mid-thirties. She and I have been married six years and have lived out our fantasies for the last three years. We are constantly making bets and Cherie uses her body as her wager. When she loses five times in a row I win the jackpot, and we play a little game we call “Whore Night”. Cherie likes this game because I “make” her do things she wouldn’t do otherwise. She can be a real slut without having any guilt.

Last month I won big, and told my darling she would be dressed to thrill by 7:30 because I had big plans for her. I have a particular fascination with watching my little whore display her body and suck off several men. I had a friend with a nice house and several friends very ready to meet Cherie. At 8:20 we pulled into his driveway.

Lee met us at the door and led Cherie and I back to the den. Three men in their late 40’s or early 50’s were waiting for us. Lee made introductions and I told the men that Cherie was there to entertain them. I had Lee put on some music and told Cherie to do a striptease for us to start the evening. Cherie had on high heels and a long dress that buttoned up the front. After one song she was out of the dress and dancing in her black “merry widow” corset and stockings. After the second song I stopped her and had her pick a number between 1 and 20, then had the men guess the number. She picked 4, and two men guessed 3 and 5. I told them 4 was the number so they could both help her out of her panties.

Lee grabbed one side of her panties and Jay grabbed the other, then both slid the panties off her hips and down her legs. All the men leaned forward to look at her shaved lips and the little tuft of hair above her clit. I had Cherie walk around the room and show her pussy to each man. I stopped her after the first man and told her she was to put one foot up on the couch or chair next to each man so they all had a good look at her pussy. I also encouraged the men to stick a finger in her pussy to see how hot dancing naked made her.

Cherie never made it around the whole room. The third man (Bill) put his finger in her pussy and asked when she was going to suck him. Cherie said “Right now, Honey”, and knelt in front of him. She unzipped his pants and pulled his prick out, then started licking his shaft and head. After a few licks Bill said “I’m going to cum”. Cherie pulled him out of her mouth and told him to cum on her boobs. A few more times she bobbed her head on his shaft and then let his cum splash onto her chin and boobs. Jay was next to Bill and in a few minutes his first load of cum sprayed her chest.

Jerry stood up as Cherie moved over in front of him. He dropped his pants and Cherie was surprised to see a prick that was easily 9 inches long. She had him sit back down, then raised up on hands and knees to make it easier to swallow his shaft. Jerry put his hands behind her head and urged her to suck as much of it in her mouth as possible. Cherie worked and worked at that big prick and finally managed to take all of it in her mouth. She rocked back and forth on that monster and Jerry’s first spurt went down her throat. Fortunately, she was able to pull his prick out and the rest of his cum splattered her face and chin.

Lee was next and, because of her talented mouth, soon sprayed his first load on her chin and tits. Finally it was my turn. I let Cherie suck my prick into her mouth and swirl her tongue around it. She withdrew it from her mouth and stroked it a few times. “Where do you want to cum, Mister? In my mouth? On my face? How about all over my tits? I like hot cum on my tits. It makes me feel hot and horny. It makes my pussy drip”. I told her she was to suck me, take the first spray down her throat and the rest on her face. She stroked me a few more times and then sucked me directly into her mouth. In several strokes she was bumping my groin with her nose and my prick was going down her throat. As I started to cum she took the first jet in her mouth and the next four jets on her face and chin. She rubbed my prick on her face and finally opened her mouth to show me my cum. She smiled and swallowed.

I let my darling rest a minute and brought out a 10 inch dildo that I told her would be part of the next round of entertainment. This dildo is Cheries’ favorite pussy toy, and she had named it “Johnny”. Johnny had given her hours of pleasure. I told her she would be having Johnny in her pussy soon. Lee brought out a large comforter and placed it on top of a table. I had Cherie climb up on the table and I put Johnny in her hand. Cherie licked Johnny a few times and guided him to her pussy. I brought three pillows and raised Cheries’ head and chest so she could watch Johnny going in and out of her pussy. Cherie started moving her hips and lifting her butt off the table. In a few minutes she rolled her legs back and up and started climaxing. This was too much for the men gathered around the table, and they started grabbing her nipples and fondling her body. Cherie had several major orgasms, then almost fainted.

I let her rest a few minutes, then helped her off the table and to the bathroom so she could clean up. The cum on her face and boobs had dried and her pussy had made a big wet spot on the comforter.

When she returned from the bathroom I had Cherie come back to the table and bend over it. I tied her hands together and tied the rope to the other end of the table. I tied each of her legs to one of the table legs, and had her totally spread and available.

“Cherie, up to now it has been a game. Now it is serious. Each man has paid me $100 for a night of fun with you. They will only wear condoms if I decide to allow anal sex. Each man is married, does not fool around and does not have any diseases. They are all going to fuck you and cum in your tight little pussy. After they are all finished, you are going to suck them clean, and thank them for a good time. This is what whores do. Do you understand?”

We started around the room again and Jay had Cherie first. He held his prick out to her and she turned her head away. I stepped back behind her and spanked her butt 10 times. Jay again held his prick out to her and she slowly reached out her tongued and licked his prick. He moved behind her and started pushing his stiff cock into her pussy. In a few minutes Jay shot a load of cum into her. Cherie had reached the point of her climax, then Jay had cum and she was left waiting. Lee had seconds and he too had Cherie lick him before trying to push into her pussy. Cherie had no problem licking Lee and begged him to fuck her. He too brought Cherie up to a climax, but she still did not have her orgasm.

“Jerry, I have to have your monster cock in my pussy, please. Please.” Cherie was actually begging to be fucked.

Jerry slipped his cock from his pants and Cherie asked him “Please let me suck it just a minute, then fuck me with that monster”

Jerry shoved his prick into Cherie and she started crying and humping back at him. He worked his prick in and out and Cherie started moaning. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me.”

Cherie had two big orgasms before Jerry sprayed her pussy with cum. She looked over at Bill and said “Fuck me, please. Please fuck me.”

Bill lasted a long time and Cherie had another climax and a big “thriller” orgasm. Finally it was my turn. Cherie looked at me with bright eyes and said “If you pay me another $100 you can fuck my ass.”

I told her “I’m going to fuck your ass tomorrow because your pussy will be too sore from all the fucking tonight.”

As I slipped it in her hot little pussy I could hear the other loads squish back and forth. I lasted longer than Bill and drove my little whore to two big thrillers before I dumped my load in with the other loads of cum.

It was 1 a.m. when we untied Cherie from the table. She collapsed to the floor and rubbed her feet and legs. I pulled the comforter off the table, and folded it as a cushion. “Cherie, get on your knees. You are to suck each man clean, then thank him for fucking you.”

She licked each man and said “Thank you for the good fucking.”

On the way home Cherie said “Thank you for the good fucking. Can we do this again, please?

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Tanning Salon With Perks

We live in a college town in Missouri. My husband and I own two small tanning bed salons on each end of the University campus here. We have a pretty steady client business, but it definitely picks up a lot before spring break as everyone tries to get that base tan before they head down to the beaches.

As a whole, it is a pretty easy career. We sign people up for packages and then they come in, scan their card and head on back to the bed. All I really do is collect the money and then I have to disinfect the bed after someone lies and sweats in it. What I have learned though is just how horny college guys are. They can’t even go 13 minutes without jacking off. I know, because I empty the garbage cans. They usually clean up the bed pretty good, but the tell tale sign is the wadded up paper towels in the garbage that sometimes have the look of cum on them.

So about me, I am 43 years old and in pretty good shape. I am 5’4 and weigh 128 lbs. I have a pretty face, great tan, and a nice C cup on top. Scott, my husband, is a good lover and we have regular sex and I have never really felt an urge to be with another man.

Now when the peak season starts just before spring break, we keep one store open 24 hours. Scott and I take turns working the midnight shift every other night. I do a lot of reading and we have cable in there so it’s not too bad…especially when I see the numbers at the end of the month.

Working at the tanning salon, I see every shape, good bad, ugly and good looking. One young man who I always remembered was Carl. He is 19 years old and he plays football for the school team. Even though he is a great looking kid, it’s his personality that is his strongest characteristic. He always asks how my day is going and has a warm smile every time he comes in. On the looks side, he has it all. He is about 6’2 with sandy blond hair and has a very fit body that I have seen get bigger from the football workouts in the year that he has been coming to our store.

Our store has 48 beds and all the rooms are small and private. Customers come in, head to their bed, apply tan accelerator lotion, and then hit the bed for 13 minutes.

One day, Carl came in a week before spring break and he had a cast from his elbow to his wrist. He told me that he had broken his wrist playing pick up basketball and that he now wasn’t going to go to spring break, because it would be too much of a pain between the beach, the pool, and the sand. He was upset, but I guess those are the breaks.

A few days went by, and then spring break officially started and the hustle and bustle of our college town had deteriorated to a ghost town. When 35,000 students get a break, they take off. Since the rush was over, we scaled back to our regular hours where we close at 11pm.

It was 11:05 and I was cleaning up getting ready to leave when Carl showed up. “Sorry hon, but we closed at 11. We went back to regular hours.”

“Any way that I can get in for a quickee? I didn’t know and I need a pick me up. Please!! I’ll be quick and the bed will be spotless.”

“Yeah sure, come on in.”

As I was walking Carl back to his bed, he asked me if I knew of a way to get the lotion on his back, because he could only cover half his back with his good hand because of his cast. I didn’t know of a solution, but said, “Well, why don’t you have someone oil you up before you come in for now on. I guess I can do your back this time…off with the shirt.”

Carl, pulled his T shirt off and revealed a beautifully sculpted body. He had a great tan and very defined pecs with a nice stomach. This boy was definitely eating well and not missing his workouts.

I poured some lotion in my hand and started to run it into his back. His back was so hard. It was all muscle. I rubbed in a good layer, excused myself and let him do his thing.

As I got back to my cleaning, I kept thinking about that young studs hard body. Scott has a decent body, but it is much softer. I couldn’t wait to get home to it as I was feeling very horny all of a sudden.

Two nights later at around 10:30, in came Carl. I was actually happy to see him as I hadn’t had a customer in over an hour.

“How ya doing Sally?” He said with a smile. “I am great and you? ….are you doing ok with all your friends on break?”

“Yeah, I’m getting by. I have been renting a bunch of movies, but getting two papers out of the way as well. The one thing is though, that I don’t have anyone to put lotion on my back. Any chance you could hook me up again?”

Now, putting lotion on people wasn’t part of my job description but Carl was nice and I felt bad for him so I said,” Head back to room #17 and I ‘ll meet you back there.”

When I got back to 17, Carl was standing there in a pair of blue boxer shorts struggling to put lotion on his left leg. My god, he did look good. Every part of him was so muscular. He finished up his leg and I picked up the bottle. I started in on his back and tonight I took a little longer. I was actually enjoying rubbing my hands on him. His skin was smooth and warm.

I could feel my pussy getting warm as well….I blushed as I realized it. I finished up his back and let him do his thing.

Once again, I was thinking about that boys body as I cleaned up the shop. God, I was so horny! It actually crossed my mind to go back in the office and stick my hand down my pants, but I knew I would be home soon enough and Scott could do it for me.

Two nights later, in walked Carl. Late at night again when he knew noone would be around.

“Can you lube me again?”

“Meet you in #31,” I said.

When I walked in, I stopped in my tracks. Carl was standing in a pair of white briefs with his back to me. He was rubbing oil on his chest and didn’t know I was there. I stared at his perfect ass for about 10 seconds before I announced my presence. He turned around to greet me,” You don’t care about the undies do you? It’s pretty much a speedo.”

“Come on, that’s bigger than a speedo,” I laughed. I looked down at his waist and could see the outline of the head of his cock through his shorts. It looked really big. I looked up and he was looking at me. His eyes darted away quickly as did mine and I poured some lotion in my palm. As I rubbed his back, my eyes were on his butt. It stuck out and looked so firm. The way it curved under those briefs was something I had never seen.

I finished his back, and said,” Want me to do the legs? Looks like you struggle a bit with those.”

That would be great,” he said as he widened his stance a bit. I knelt down and started on his calves. I started to move my hands higher until I was massaging his hamstrings right up to the bottom of his cheeks. I did both legs and asked him to turn around.

I was keeping my eyes low and I did his feet and shins. When I finally looked up, I was shocked! His cock was coming to life and pushing towards the ground. His big head was twice the size and sticking out a little. Anything I did here, ventured into new ground. I averted my eyes and started on his knees and thighs.

Carl was talking about the weather and business and whatever else insignificant he could think of, but all I could think of was this growing dick in his underwear. I slid my hands higher up coming inches from his dick head. I was going slow because I liked it, but also because I didn’t want to touch it by accident.

I couldn’t believe how big his dick looked from my vantage point. Scott had a bigger dick than any other I had ever had and his was about 7 inches….but his paled in comparison to this one. I really wanted to see it.

I finished on his legs and said, ”Did you do your arms yet? I might as well, since I am already greased up.” I stood up and he looked down at me as I ran my hands over his muscular arms. I know I was blushing and he was obviously nervous as well. I looked down and his cock was obviously stuck in the downward position and it was actually pulling his briefs down and out a little bit.

“I’m sorry about that,” he nervously chuckled as he nodded down to his cock. “Carl, I am old lady, I have seen those before, don’t worry. Are you uncomfortable? It looks like you may be heading in the wrong direction,” I laughed.

“That is probably the best direction for us…..it may not work out if it went another direction.” I know was oblivious to anything but this horsecock I was looking down at. His arms were all oiled up, but I still was rubbing them. I didn’t want it to be over. I loved my husband more than anything, but this was lust.

“Do you ever go naked in the bed Carl?”

“Yeah, sometimes….no white lines on this body!” With that, I reached out to his waist band and lightly grasped it. I pulled it out about an inch to inspect his tan lines and he was right.

“You are right, no tan lines here.” I could see the beginnings of his pubes as I held the waist band out. Without putting it back, I looked up at him, “Do you want me to put lotion down here to?”

Carl got a huge smile on his face and said,” Yes please.”

I grabbed the waist band on both sides of his hips and slid his underwear down slowly. Even his pubes were beautiful. Now I could see the base of his cock and wow, was it thick. It was my own personal tease show and I was in charge. I slid the underwear straight down and saw another inch every time I moved. Finally, as I could see the beginning of his head, I reached out with my left hand and took hold of his shaft and pulled the underwear down to his ankles.

I couldn’t believe how thick and long and hard his dick was. It was looking right at me. I just stared at it. “OK, turn around,” I said as I released his wand. He turned and his cock bobbed in the air with each side step he took.

I was staring at the most beautiful hairless ass, I had ever seen. I reached out and cupped his firm cheeks. This was almost as good as his cock. I rubbed and kneaded his ass checks to my, as well I’m sure, to his delight. After I spent about 3 minutes on his butt, he turned around again.

I was staring at what had to be nine inches of thick hard cock on a rock hard body. Every once in a while, his cock would twitch, awaiting my touch. I sat in the chair next to the bed and he walked over to me. I reached out and started to put lotion around his pubes just staring at his cock. The veins were pushing against the skin. Finally, I cupped his big full balls with my left hand and reached out with my right and grabbed his shaft. I couldn’t believe the weight of his cock. There was so much. I got some more lotion and started to work it into his dick. I pumped slowly than faster than slow again.

Carl was breathing heavy and smiling, but he didn’t say much. “I can’t believe how big it is Carl. This is fucking huge. Does it feel good to you?”

“Yeah I can’t believe it…oooohh…yeahh…don’t stop.”

I pumped and pumped and now I wanted to see if I could get it in my mouth. I didn’t care about the lotion. I leaned forward as my hand kept stroking and I put the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head as I slid my hand up and down. Carl started making some noises and I knew he was getting close. I went faster and faster until he started to twitch and I tasted some pre cum. I wanted to see this explosion, so I pulled back and pumped hard.

Suddenly, his dick started streaming cum. It hit me in the face, the hair, my shirt, everywhere. I was covered. I kept pumping and he kept cumming for about a minute. When he was done, I put his whole limp dick in my mouth and licked him clean. It wasn’t the best taste with cum and lotion, but I didn’t care.

When he was finally done, I still stared at his big full limp dick.

He jumped in the bed and did his thing and that was that….for that day.

Carl has been serviced by me probably 20 times now…always just a jerk and suck. I don’t think I’ll fuck him…..this is good enough for me.

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Tanning Salon With Perks

We live in a college town in Missouri. My husband and I own two small tanning bed salons on each end of the University campus here. We have a pretty steady client business, but it definitely picks up a lot before spring break as everyone tries to get that base tan before they head down to the beaches.

As a whole, it is a pretty easy career. We sign people up for packages and then they come in, scan their card and head on back to the bed. All I really do is collect the money and then I have to disinfect the bed after someone lies and sweats in it. What I have learned though is just how horny college guys are. They can’t even go 13 minutes without jacking off. I know, because I empty the garbage cans. They usually clean up the bed pretty good, but the tell tale sign is the wadded up paper towels in the garbage that sometimes have the look of cum on them.

So about me, I am 43 years old and in pretty good shape. I am 5’4 and weigh 128 lbs. I have a pretty face, great tan, and a nice C cup on top. Scott, my husband, is a good lover and we have regular sex and I have never really felt an urge to be with another man.

Now when the peak season starts just before spring break, we keep one store open 24 hours. Scott and I take turns working the midnight shift every other night. I do a lot of reading and we have cable in there so it’s not too bad…especially when I see the numbers at the end of the month.

Working at the tanning salon, I see every shape, good bad, ugly and good looking. One young man who I always remembered was Carl. He is 19 years old and he plays football for the school team. Even though he is a great looking kid, it’s his personality that is his strongest characteristic. He always asks how my day is going and has a warm smile every time he comes in. On the looks side, he has it all. He is about 6’2 with sandy blond hair and has a very fit body that I have seen get bigger from the football workouts in the year that he has been coming to our store.

Our store has 48 beds and all the rooms are small and private. Customers come in, head to their bed, apply tan accelerator lotion, and then hit the bed for 13 minutes.

One day, Carl came in a week before spring break and he had a cast from his elbow to his wrist. He told me that he had broken his wrist playing pick up basketball and that he now wasn’t going to go to spring break, because it would be too much of a pain between the beach, the pool, and the sand. He was upset, but I guess those are the breaks.

A few days went by, and then spring break officially started and the hustle and bustle of our college town had deteriorated to a ghost town. When 35,000 students get a break, they take off. Since the rush was over, we scaled back to our regular hours where we close at 11pm.

It was 11:05 and I was cleaning up getting ready to leave when Carl showed up. “Sorry hon, but we closed at 11. We went back to regular hours.”

“Any way that I can get in for a quickee? I didn’t know and I need a pick me up. Please!! I’ll be quick and the bed will be spotless.”

“Yeah sure, come on in.”

As I was walking Carl back to his bed, he asked me if I knew of a way to get the lotion on his back, because he could only cover half his back with his good hand because of his cast. I didn’t know of a solution, but said, “Well, why don’t you have someone oil you up before you come in for now on. I guess I can do your back this time…off with the shirt.”

Carl, pulled his T shirt off and revealed a beautifully sculpted body. He had a great tan and very defined pecs with a nice stomach. This boy was definitely eating well and not missing his workouts.

I poured some lotion in my hand and started to run it into his back. His back was so hard. It was all muscle. I rubbed in a good layer, excused myself and let him do his thing.

As I got back to my cleaning, I kept thinking about that young studs hard body. Scott has a decent body, but it is much softer. I couldn’t wait to get home to it as I was feeling very horny all of a sudden.

Two nights later at around 10:30, in came Carl. I was actually happy to see him as I hadn’t had a customer in over an hour.

“How ya doing Sally?” He said with a smile. “I am great and you? ….are you doing ok with all your friends on break?”

“Yeah, I’m getting by. I have been renting a bunch of movies, but getting two papers out of the way as well. The one thing is though, that I don’t have anyone to put lotion on my back. Any chance you could hook me up again?”

Now, putting lotion on people wasn’t part of my job description but Carl was nice and I felt bad for him so I said,” Head back to room #17 and I ‘ll meet you back there.”

When I got back to 17, Carl was standing there in a pair of blue boxer shorts struggling to put lotion on his left leg. My god, he did look good. Every part of him was so muscular. He finished up his leg and I picked up the bottle. I started in on his back and tonight I took a little longer. I was actually enjoying rubbing my hands on him. His skin was smooth and warm.

I could feel my pussy getting warm as well….I blushed as I realized it. I finished up his back and let him do his thing.

Once again, I was thinking about that boys body as I cleaned up the shop. God, I was so horny! It actually crossed my mind to go back in the office and stick my hand down my pants, but I knew I would be home soon enough and Scott could do it for me.

Two nights later, in walked Carl. Late at night again when he knew noone would be around.

“Can you lube me again?”

“Meet you in #31,” I said.

When I walked in, I stopped in my tracks. Carl was standing in a pair of white briefs with his back to me. He was rubbing oil on his chest and didn’t know I was there. I stared at his perfect ass for about 10 seconds before I announced my presence. He turned around to greet me,” You don’t care about the undies do you? It’s pretty much a speedo.”

“Come on, that’s bigger than a speedo,” I laughed. I looked down at his waist and could see the outline of the head of his cock through his shorts. It looked really big. I looked up and he was looking at me. His eyes darted away quickly as did mine and I poured some lotion in my palm. As I rubbed his back, my eyes were on his butt. It stuck out and looked so firm. The way it curved under those briefs was something I had never seen.

I finished his back, and said,” Want me to do the legs? Looks like you struggle a bit with those.”

That would be great,” he said as he widened his stance a bit. I knelt down and started on his calves. I started to move my hands higher until I was massaging his hamstrings right up to the bottom of his cheeks. I did both legs and asked him to turn around.

I was keeping my eyes low and I did his feet and shins. When I finally looked up, I was shocked! His cock was coming to life and pushing towards the ground. His big head was twice the size and sticking out a little. Anything I did here, ventured into new ground. I averted my eyes and started on his knees and thighs.

Carl was talking about the weather and business and whatever else insignificant he could think of, but all I could think of was this growing dick in his underwear. I slid my hands higher up coming inches from his dick head. I was going slow because I liked it, but also because I didn’t want to touch it by accident.

I couldn’t believe how big his dick looked from my vantage point. Scott had a bigger dick than any other I had ever had and his was about 7 inches….but his paled in comparison to this one. I really wanted to see it.

I finished on his legs and said, ”Did you do your arms yet? I might as well, since I am already greased up.” I stood up and he looked down at me as I ran my hands over his muscular arms. I know I was blushing and he was obviously nervous as well. I looked down and his cock was obviously stuck in the downward position and it was actually pulling his briefs down and out a little bit.

“I’m sorry about that,” he nervously chuckled as he nodded down to his cock. “Carl, I am old lady, I have seen those before, don’t worry. Are you uncomfortable? It looks like you may be heading in the wrong direction,” I laughed.

“That is probably the best direction for us…..it may not work out if it went another direction.” I know was oblivious to anything but this horsecock I was looking down at. His arms were all oiled up, but I still was rubbing them. I didn’t want it to be over. I loved my husband more than anything, but this was lust.

“Do you ever go naked in the bed Carl?”

“Yeah, sometimes….no white lines on this body!” With that, I reached out to his waist band and lightly grasped it. I pulled it out about an inch to inspect his tan lines and he was right.

“You are right, no tan lines here.” I could see the beginnings of his pubes as I held the waist band out. Without putting it back, I looked up at him, “Do you want me to put lotion down here to?”

Carl got a huge smile on his face and said,” Yes please.”

I grabbed the waist band on both sides of his hips and slid his underwear down slowly. Even his pubes were beautiful. Now I could see the base of his cock and wow, was it thick. It was my own personal tease show and I was in charge. I slid the underwear straight down and saw another inch every time I moved. Finally, as I could see the beginning of his head, I reached out with my left hand and took hold of his shaft and pulled the underwear down to his ankles.

I couldn’t believe how thick and long and hard his dick was. It was looking right at me. I just stared at it. “OK, turn around,” I said as I released his wand. He turned and his cock bobbed in the air with each side step he took.

I was staring at the most beautiful hairless ass, I had ever seen. I reached out and cupped his firm cheeks. This was almost as good as his cock. I rubbed and kneaded his ass checks to my, as well I’m sure, to his delight. After I spent about 3 minutes on his butt, he turned around again.

I was staring at what had to be nine inches of thick hard cock on a rock hard body. Every once in a while, his cock would twitch, awaiting my touch. I sat in the chair next to the bed and he walked over to me. I reached out and started to put lotion around his pubes just staring at his cock. The veins were pushing against the skin. Finally, I cupped his big full balls with my left hand and reached out with my right and grabbed his shaft. I couldn’t believe the weight of his cock. There was so much. I got some more lotion and started to work it into his dick. I pumped slowly than faster than slow again.

Carl was breathing heavy and smiling, but he didn’t say much. “I can’t believe how big it is Carl. This is fucking huge. Does it feel good to you?”

“Yeah I can’t believe it…oooohh…yeahh…don’t stop.”

I pumped and pumped and now I wanted to see if I could get it in my mouth. I didn’t care about the lotion. I leaned forward as my hand kept stroking and I put the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head as I slid my hand up and down. Carl started making some noises and I knew he was getting close. I went faster and faster until he started to twitch and I tasted some pre cum. I wanted to see this explosion, so I pulled back and pumped hard.

Suddenly, his dick started streaming cum. It hit me in the face, the hair, my shirt, everywhere. I was covered. I kept pumping and he kept cumming for about a minute. When he was done, I put his whole limp dick in my mouth and licked him clean. It wasn’t the best taste with cum and lotion, but I didn’t care.

When he was finally done, I still stared at his big full limp dick.

He jumped in the bed and did his thing and that was that….for that day.

Carl has been serviced by me probably 20 times now…always just a jerk and suck. I don’t think I’ll fuck him…..this is good enough for me.

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Tanning Salon With Perks

We live in a college town in Missouri. My husband and I own two small tanning bed salons on each end of the University campus here. We have a pretty steady client business, but it definitely picks up a lot before spring break as everyone tries to get that base tan before they head down to the beaches.

As a whole, it is a pretty easy career. We sign people up for packages and then they come in, scan their card and head on back to the bed. All I really do is collect the money and then I have to disinfect the bed after someone lies and sweats in it. What I have learned though is just how horny college guys are. They can’t even go 13 minutes without jacking off. I know, because I empty the garbage cans. They usually clean up the bed pretty good, but the tell tale sign is the wadded up paper towels in the garbage that sometimes have the look of cum on them.

So about me, I am 43 years old and in pretty good shape. I am 5’4 and weigh 128 lbs. I have a pretty face, great tan, and a nice C cup on top. Scott, my husband, is a good lover and we have regular sex and I have never really felt an urge to be with another man.

Now when the peak season starts just before spring break, we keep one store open 24 hours. Scott and I take turns working the midnight shift every other night. I do a lot of reading and we have cable in there so it’s not too bad…especially when I see the numbers at the end of the month.

Working at the tanning salon, I see every shape, good bad, ugly and good looking. One young man who I always remembered was Carl. He is 19 years old and he plays football for the school team. Even though he is a great looking kid, it’s his personality that is his strongest characteristic. He always asks how my day is going and has a warm smile every time he comes in. On the looks side, he has it all. He is about 6’2 with sandy blond hair and has a very fit body that I have seen get bigger from the football workouts in the year that he has been coming to our store.

Our store has 48 beds and all the rooms are small and private. Customers come in, head to their bed, apply tan accelerator lotion, and then hit the bed for 13 minutes.

One day, Carl came in a week before spring break and he had a cast from his elbow to his wrist. He told me that he had broken his wrist playing pick up basketball and that he now wasn’t going to go to spring break, because it would be too much of a pain between the beach, the pool, and the sand. He was upset, but I guess those are the breaks.

A few days went by, and then spring break officially started and the hustle and bustle of our college town had deteriorated to a ghost town. When 35,000 students get a break, they take off. Since the rush was over, we scaled back to our regular hours where we close at 11pm.

It was 11:05 and I was cleaning up getting ready to leave when Carl showed up. “Sorry hon, but we closed at 11. We went back to regular hours.”

“Any way that I can get in for a quickee? I didn’t know and I need a pick me up. Please!! I’ll be quick and the bed will be spotless.”

“Yeah sure, come on in.”

As I was walking Carl back to his bed, he asked me if I knew of a way to get the lotion on his back, because he could only cover half his back with his good hand because of his cast. I didn’t know of a solution, but said, “Well, why don’t you have someone oil you up before you come in for now on. I guess I can do your back this time…off with the shirt.”

Carl, pulled his T shirt off and revealed a beautifully sculpted body. He had a great tan and very defined pecs with a nice stomach. This boy was definitely eating well and not missing his workouts.

I poured some lotion in my hand and started to run it into his back. His back was so hard. It was all muscle. I rubbed in a good layer, excused myself and let him do his thing.

As I got back to my cleaning, I kept thinking about that young studs hard body. Scott has a decent body, but it is much softer. I couldn’t wait to get home to it as I was feeling very horny all of a sudden.

Two nights later at around 10:30, in came Carl. I was actually happy to see him as I hadn’t had a customer in over an hour.

“How ya doing Sally?” He said with a smile. “I am great and you? ….are you doing ok with all your friends on break?”

“Yeah, I’m getting by. I have been renting a bunch of movies, but getting two papers out of the way as well. The one thing is though, that I don’t have anyone to put lotion on my back. Any chance you could hook me up again?”

Now, putting lotion on people wasn’t part of my job description but Carl was nice and I felt bad for him so I said,” Head back to room #17 and I ‘ll meet you back there.”

When I got back to 17, Carl was standing there in a pair of blue boxer shorts struggling to put lotion on his left leg. My god, he did look good. Every part of him was so muscular. He finished up his leg and I picked up the bottle. I started in on his back and tonight I took a little longer. I was actually enjoying rubbing my hands on him. His skin was smooth and warm.

I could feel my pussy getting warm as well….I blushed as I realized it. I finished up his back and let him do his thing.

Once again, I was thinking about that boys body as I cleaned up the shop. God, I was so horny! It actually crossed my mind to go back in the office and stick my hand down my pants, but I knew I would be home soon enough and Scott could do it for me.

Two nights later, in walked Carl. Late at night again when he knew noone would be around.

“Can you lube me again?”

“Meet you in #31,” I said.

When I walked in, I stopped in my tracks. Carl was standing in a pair of white briefs with his back to me. He was rubbing oil on his chest and didn’t know I was there. I stared at his perfect ass for about 10 seconds before I announced my presence. He turned around to greet me,” You don’t care about the undies do you? It’s pretty much a speedo.”

“Come on, that’s bigger than a speedo,” I laughed. I looked down at his waist and could see the outline of the head of his cock through his shorts. It looked really big. I looked up and he was looking at me. His eyes darted away quickly as did mine and I poured some lotion in my palm. As I rubbed his back, my eyes were on his butt. It stuck out and looked so firm. The way it curved under those briefs was something I had never seen.

I finished his back, and said,” Want me to do the legs? Looks like you struggle a bit with those.”

That would be great,” he said as he widened his stance a bit. I knelt down and started on his calves. I started to move my hands higher until I was massaging his hamstrings right up to the bottom of his cheeks. I did both legs and asked him to turn around.

I was keeping my eyes low and I did his feet and shins. When I finally looked up, I was shocked! His cock was coming to life and pushing towards the ground. His big head was twice the size and sticking out a little. Anything I did here, ventured into new ground. I averted my eyes and started on his knees and thighs.

Carl was talking about the weather and business and whatever else insignificant he could think of, but all I could think of was this growing dick in his underwear. I slid my hands higher up coming inches from his dick head. I was going slow because I liked it, but also because I didn’t want to touch it by accident.

I couldn’t believe how big his dick looked from my vantage point. Scott had a bigger dick than any other I had ever had and his was about 7 inches….but his paled in comparison to this one. I really wanted to see it.

I finished on his legs and said, ”Did you do your arms yet? I might as well, since I am already greased up.” I stood up and he looked down at me as I ran my hands over his muscular arms. I know I was blushing and he was obviously nervous as well. I looked down and his cock was obviously stuck in the downward position and it was actually pulling his briefs down and out a little bit.

“I’m sorry about that,” he nervously chuckled as he nodded down to his cock. “Carl, I am old lady, I have seen those before, don’t worry. Are you uncomfortable? It looks like you may be heading in the wrong direction,” I laughed.

“That is probably the best direction for us…..it may not work out if it went another direction.” I know was oblivious to anything but this horsecock I was looking down at. His arms were all oiled up, but I still was rubbing them. I didn’t want it to be over. I loved my husband more than anything, but this was lust.

“Do you ever go naked in the bed Carl?”

“Yeah, sometimes….no white lines on this body!” With that, I reached out to his waist band and lightly grasped it. I pulled it out about an inch to inspect his tan lines and he was right.

“You are right, no tan lines here.” I could see the beginnings of his pubes as I held the waist band out. Without putting it back, I looked up at him, “Do you want me to put lotion down here to?”

Carl got a huge smile on his face and said,” Yes please.”

I grabbed the waist band on both sides of his hips and slid his underwear down slowly. Even his pubes were beautiful. Now I could see the base of his cock and wow, was it thick. It was my own personal tease show and I was in charge. I slid the underwear straight down and saw another inch every time I moved. Finally, as I could see the beginning of his head, I reached out with my left hand and took hold of his shaft and pulled the underwear down to his ankles.

I couldn’t believe how thick and long and hard his dick was. It was looking right at me. I just stared at it. “OK, turn around,” I said as I released his wand. He turned and his cock bobbed in the air with each side step he took.

I was staring at the most beautiful hairless ass, I had ever seen. I reached out and cupped his firm cheeks. This was almost as good as his cock. I rubbed and kneaded his ass checks to my, as well I’m sure, to his delight. After I spent about 3 minutes on his butt, he turned around again.

I was staring at what had to be nine inches of thick hard cock on a rock hard body. Every once in a while, his cock would twitch, awaiting my touch. I sat in the chair next to the bed and he walked over to me. I reached out and started to put lotion around his pubes just staring at his cock. The veins were pushing against the skin. Finally, I cupped his big full balls with my left hand and reached out with my right and grabbed his shaft. I couldn’t believe the weight of his cock. There was so much. I got some more lotion and started to work it into his dick. I pumped slowly than faster than slow again.

Carl was breathing heavy and smiling, but he didn’t say much. “I can’t believe how big it is Carl. This is fucking huge. Does it feel good to you?”

“Yeah I can’t believe it…oooohh…yeahh…don’t stop.”

I pumped and pumped and now I wanted to see if I could get it in my mouth. I didn’t care about the lotion. I leaned forward as my hand kept stroking and I put the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head as I slid my hand up and down. Carl started making some noises and I knew he was getting close. I went faster and faster until he started to twitch and I tasted some pre cum. I wanted to see this explosion, so I pulled back and pumped hard.

Suddenly, his dick started streaming cum. It hit me in the face, the hair, my shirt, everywhere. I was covered. I kept pumping and he kept cumming for about a minute. When he was done, I put his whole limp dick in my mouth and licked him clean. It wasn’t the best taste with cum and lotion, but I didn’t care.

When he was finally done, I still stared at his big full limp dick.

He jumped in the bed and did his thing and that was that….for that day.

Carl has been serviced by me probably 20 times now…always just a jerk and suck. I don’t think I’ll fuck him…..this is good enough for me.

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Covered With Cum

It was Saturday night – a few days earlier in the week, Rick asked me whether I wanted to go to the Club that weekend – as it turned out, it was “schoolgirl night,” and anyone dressed as a schoolgirl (knowing the Club, I assume that didn’t only mean women), would get in admission-free – the schoolgirl and her date, whether handsome football player or not. According to the Club’s Web site, the dress code included saddle shoes, cotton panties, and bobbie sox – none of which I owned. In fact, I not only was bereft of cotton panties, I owned no underwear – some eight years ago, Rick had tossed all of my underthings – cotton briefs included – out his car window. So, on Saturday, Rick and I took a shopping trip – cotton panties and bobbie sox were relatively easy, the saddle shoes a bit more difficult. However, we managed to find a pair of tennis-shoes, black stripes up the side, that – at least in the dark – would look saddle-y enough. Size 6 and only ten bucks!

So, it was Saturday night, and I was dressed in a short plaid skirt, a lacey, almost see-through white blouse, bobbie sox (Tommy Hilfiger with a palm tree print!), the not-quite saddle shoes, and, of course, the requisite cotton panties. (Rick grimaced at those!) In addition, I put my hair – long, reddish and curly – into two ponytails – a look I never wear, and never wore even in high school (though I had been a cheerleader, I usually went for the Pat Benatar look – you know, short hair with the big pouf in front). After I dressed, I walked into our bedroom – Rick was turned away from the doorway, searching for his own appropriate outfit. I started cheering, clapping my hands in rhythm, “Rick, Rick, he’s our man, if he can’t do it, no one can! GOOOOOOOOOOOO Rick!” Rick jumped, then started to laugh, “Got right into it, did you girlie?”

We drove into the City – the New Jersey Parkway and the Turnpike were no problem, but, outside the Holland Tunnel, we drove into the worst traffic I’ve ever seen. We tussled with a few SUV’s, trying to ease our 1988 Fox Station Wagon into the appropriate lane, but ended up being squeezed into the EZPass – which we don’t possess. Rick grumbled, “Good Lord, I wonder what the ticket for that will be,” and I admit that I thought longingly of my bed, a glass of wine, and the thick Antonia Fraser tome on King Henry’s wives that currently lay on my bedside table. Once through the tunnel, though, our trials weren’t over yet – we drove around for another 40 minutes, desperate for a parking spot. Finally, we found one, and I muttered to myself, thinking of the wine, the book, the bed once again – Is this really worth it?

Well, I was about to discover the answer to that particular question.

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Covered With Cum

It was Saturday night – a few days earlier in the week, Rick asked me whether I wanted to go to the Club that weekend – as it turned out, it was “schoolgirl night,” and anyone dressed as a schoolgirl (knowing the Club, I assume that didn’t only mean women), would get in admission-free – the schoolgirl and her date, whether handsome football player or not. According to the Club’s Web site, the dress code included saddle shoes, cotton panties, and bobbie sox – none of which I owned. In fact, I not only was bereft of cotton panties, I owned no underwear – some eight years ago, Rick had tossed all of my underthings – cotton briefs included – out his car window. So, on Saturday, Rick and I took a shopping trip – cotton panties and bobbie sox were relatively easy, the saddle shoes a bit more difficult. However, we managed to find a pair of tennis-shoes, black stripes up the side, that – at least in the dark – would look saddle-y enough. Size 6 and only ten bucks!

So, it was Saturday night, and I was dressed in a short plaid skirt, a lacey, almost see-through white blouse, bobbie sox (Tommy Hilfiger with a palm tree print!), the not-quite saddle shoes, and, of course, the requisite cotton panties. (Rick grimaced at those!) In addition, I put my hair – long, reddish and curly – into two ponytails – a look I never wear, and never wore even in high school (though I had been a cheerleader, I usually went for the Pat Benatar look – you know, short hair with the big pouf in front). After I dressed, I walked into our bedroom – Rick was turned away from the doorway, searching for his own appropriate outfit. I started cheering, clapping my hands in rhythm, “Rick, Rick, he’s our man, if he can’t do it, no one can! GOOOOOOOOOOOO Rick!” Rick jumped, then started to laugh, “Got right into it, did you girlie?”

We drove into the City – the New Jersey Parkway and the Turnpike were no problem, but, outside the Holland Tunnel, we drove into the worst traffic I’ve ever seen. We tussled with a few SUV’s, trying to ease our 1988 Fox Station Wagon into the appropriate lane, but ended up being squeezed into the EZPass – which we don’t possess. Rick grumbled, “Good Lord, I wonder what the ticket for that will be,” and I admit that I thought longingly of my bed, a glass of wine, and the thick Antonia Fraser tome on King Henry’s wives that currently lay on my bedside table. Once through the tunnel, though, our trials weren’t over yet – we drove around for another 40 minutes, desperate for a parking spot. Finally, we found one, and I muttered to myself, thinking of the wine, the book, the bed once again – Is this really worth it?

Well, I was about to discover the answer to that particular question.

We walked down the stairs, into the cellar-like (or should I say dungeon-like?) atmosphere of the Club. The man who staffs the door – the one who looks like a leather-clad Santa Claus – looked me up and down. “What do you think?” Rick asked. “She looks like a little schoolgirl to me,” he answered, and we were in. We walked past the usual suspects – a naked man, carrying a knapsack, masturbating in front of the first television screen – on which a woman, tied face first to a bed, was getting soundly whipped. Another man, masturbating in one of the Club’s cages – the heavy collar with which the cage was equipped was around his neck. (We’ve seen him before and, as far as I can determine, he cages himself.) We grabbed a table and sat – Rick went for two Cokes. The crowd at the Club was thin – it was early yet, despite the time consumed by our traffic fiasco. I tried to relax and recover, and Rick returned with the drinks. “Hey,” he said, “He didn’t even look at your cotton panties. Give them over.” “Oh,” I said, twirling a pigtail, “Do I have to?” “Yes.” He said, and I took them off – of course, this small action in itself attracted a crowd, and I noticed one man, at the bar, trying to peer between my legs. Rick tossed the underwear to another, younger observer, who immediately put them to his nose, took a deep whiff, and then stuck them in his backpocket. We looked around, and Rick commented on the dearth of schoolgirls. “Well,” I said, “There’s one,” pointing to another pig-tailed, plaid skirt clad woman, sitting at a neighboring table. “Come on,” Rick said, “Let’s take a walk.”

Rick led me into the backroom. There, a woman was leisurely whipping her submissive, who lay chained on one of the handy tables – the poor guy was hooded and his cock and balls were covered with clothespins, which she – again quite leisurely – gathered into one hand and pinched. That poor guy was still there when we left, some hours later, still hooded, still chained, his genitals pink and swollen. By that time, she was trading whip-strikes between him and a willing observer, his back towards her as he clung joyfully to a nearby pole.

Rick and I began to kiss, and he ran his hands up and down my thighs, then grabbed my neck, and thrust me against him. We made out there, on the threshold of the back room and the front, and – just for that – just for passionate kisses and careful fondling – we were drawing a crowd – more, in fact, then had been attracted to the tormented hooded slave. Rick raised my skirt – my bare ass was now turned towards the horde – I could feel cocks on my ass, on my thighs. Rick unbuttoned my skirt – it had more buttons than he anticipated, and I could feel crowd pause, waiting, expecting – the skirt fell to the ground, and I grabbed it quickly – during our last visit, I’d actually lost a dress I’d taken off, and it wasn’t about to happen again. Then, the lacy white blouse over my head, and I was naked before the throng. “Can you feel them?” Rick said, at the same time beating back the hands that continued to press forward, that continued to grope for my cunt, my clit, my ass, “Oh yes,” I muttered, and Rick continued to kiss me hard, his own hand inside my cunt. “You like this, do you?” he whispered into my ear, and I, somewhat ashamedly, answered, “I guess so.” I was, of course, dripping wet. I could feel some men, then, cumming on my ass – I could feel the stickiness of their semen on my skin, at the same time as one of the bouncers began to clear the doorway – apparently, we were causing a fire hazard. “All right, men, show’s over,” Rick bellowed, and he led me back to our seat.

There, I wiped myself off – the Club is considerate enough to provide strategically placed rolls of paper towels, and sat down. We had another drink, and I caught my breath. “All right,” Rick said, after a brief respite, “Now it’s time for your massage.”

Now, the masseur at the Club is not your ordinary massage therapist – though he certainly is that, too. He is an artist with his hands and his own special vibrator – I was stunned, the first time I took advantage of his services, to find that his aim was not only – or perhaps not even – to relax, but to stimulate – inevitably to the point of orgasm. On previous visits, I – who came with a vibrator, usually only in front of Rick, usually only on our bed, in our house, with no noise for distraction – had come on his table, under his expert touch, while a crowd watched, leered, and masturbated. Rick led me over to him, asked if he was willing to give me another massage. He answered, “I’m ready,” and Rick grinned, “So is she.”

I climbed onto the table and took off my saddle-y shoes and bobbie sox, by now the only sartorial bits left of my schoolgirl costume. I lay facedown and Kenneth, the masseur, began his work. He rubbed my back, my shoulder blades, worked his way, in short order, down to my ass. I could feel his hands running down my ass, back up – almost too quickly to realize the intent of his movement. Luckily, Kenneth had hooked up the ropes that surrounded his table, and served to keep the throng back – a crowd was already gathering. If I opened my eyes, I could see, in the mirrored wall, Rick watching, leaning against a pole, smiling. Kenneth’s hands worked down to my thighs, down to my feet, which he sprayed with water and some sweet-smelling spray. I groaned into the leather of the table. “Too hard?” he asked. I shook my head, barely able to speak. He worked his way back up to my thighs, then, and bent my knee towards me, so my pussy was now exposed to the horde, currently straining against the rope. His hands fluttered there, on my lips, then drew back, back up to my thigh and lower back. I heard the whirr of the vibrator and felt it against my ass, down my back, down to my ass again. I must admit – there is a certain pleasurable torment to being thus exposed, and so much at the mercy of someone’s hands. I imagined the men watching, waiting, and felt my submissive self give over, quite happily, to Kenneth’s magic hands. The vibrator was again thrumming on my ass, then Kenneth was shaking my arms. “Turn over,” he whispered, as though this torment was the most usual thing in the world.

I turned over, onto my back. Kenneth rubbed my hands, up my arms – the whir of the vibrator again – this time on my nipples. Kenneth vibrated, then pinched each one, then moved – so casually – down to my legs and thighs – then up once more to my pussy, now open and assuredly engorged for all to see. I groaned, tossed my head back and forth. Kenneth began to work my clit and my cunt, first with his vibrator, then, somewhat violently, with his hands, his fingers insisting on entrance, rubbing my clit hard, then retreating once more. I was in agony, I was tormented, and I knew I was being watched. At some point, Kenneth called Rick over, and Rick laughed as he rubbed my nipples and Kenneth continued to work my clit and my cunt, his vibrator coming so close – so close to my cumming – and then he would withdraw it again, his lovely instrument of torture.
At some point, I stopped thinking, and knew only that I wanted that lovely cum – that I had to have release, despite – or perhaps because of – the public venue, the watching, hungry men. At some point, I heard Kenneth chuckle, “And all these men – watching and waiting,” and then whisper, “Take your time, sweetheart,” and then, at some point, I came. I groaned, twisted, and panted on the table, and still there was Kenneth’s relentless vibrator, teasing and torturing my throbbing clit. After, as Kenneth began to wipe my arms with slightly damp paper towels, he turned to Rick and said, “She’s waiting for you to go down on her, you know.” In truth, I didn’t know if I could take any more clitoral stimulation, but Rick obligingly bent over and licked my clit and my cunt, much to the delight of the watching throng. I groaned again – I was spent, and could not cum, but it did not diminish my enjoyment.

After, Rick led me over to the table. I leaned heavily on him, feeling woozy and a bit weak. I was naked, and a bit chilled. Rick retrieved an extra shirt for me – one of his he’d thoughtfully brought along, and I sank, spent, into one of the chairs at our table. We sat and briefly chatted with a couple who had, when I was in the massage table, seated themselves at the other two available chairs. Rick bought another round of Cokes and, this time, surreptitiously slipped some rum into one of them. “You’ve earned this,” he said, and handed me the cup. Grateful, I took it from him and felt it slide all the way down my throat, into my stomach, perhaps down to my thirsting, tired clit. I felt the welcome burn of the rum – Rick had made it strong and sighed, content. But Rick was not yet done. “Hey,” he said, after I’d finished the drink, “Let’s take a walk.” So I followed him into the backroom, past the tormented hooded slave, past the bar. Towards the back, not quite against the wall, stood a narrow bench. Rick lifted me on it, so I was splay-legged on top of it. He began to kiss me as he pulled my shirt off and, again, the crowd began to gather. Rick leaned over me, lay me on the bench — he did not immediately beat the throng back, and I could feel a hand – so quickly, so stealthily – sneak into my cunt, then another into my ass. I groaned a little, a little afraid, and Rick whispered, “Don’t worry – your safe.” It was overwhelming – but though I was the vulnerable one, I also felt powerful – these men were waving their cocks – so hungrily – over my naked body – and they had gathered now, cocks out, and they did indeed surround me – a circle of hard cocks around the bench, over my body. I heard Rick say, “Look at these cocks, Kristin, reach around and touch them, they’re all hard for you,” and I followed his direction, my hands reaching out, following the circle – someone grabbed my hand and placed it firmly under his balls – another reached for my hand to wrap around his throbbing member. I lay back, moved my hands along the swollen throng, closed my eyes, and laughed.

Rick mounted me, then, and I could feel his cock slide inside me. “Oh, yes” I heard another voice – it wasn’t Rick, “Enjoy it, Baby – you’re safe – and this is all for you – and he’s going to cum in you so hard and fill you with so much cum . .” His words excited me further, and I tried to look around, to see who he was – in the crush and the dark, though, I couldn’t make out who was speaking – “Oh yes,” said the voice, “All these hard cocks for you – and he’s going to com – he’s going to fuck you.” There were hands on me, everywhere – hands on my nipples, hands on my arm, and cocks on my everywhere. Rick slipped inside me, pumped hard, groaning, whispering, “All this if for you, sweetheart, take a look at it.” I writhed against his hard cock, and I could feel I was soaking it and his balls. He came inside me, and I could feel cocks and semen on my belly, on my thighs – Rick was coming inside me, men were coming on my belly, on my thighs, in my hair, on my face. I laughed again, taking it in, excited, sated, content.

After, Rick pulled out. “All right, Gentleman,” he said once again, “Show’s over,” and he raised me from the bench. I laughed and leaned against his shoulder. “Did you like it?” He asked, “Oh, yeah,” I sighed, “Oh yeah, I liked it.”

We returned to the table, and Rick poured me another drink. While Rick was at the bar, someone walked by and whispered, “That was beautiful.” The young couple sharing our table – they’d only been there once before, and hadn’t participated in any scenes – looked at me and asked, “Okay, what did we miss?” I laughed, “Do you really want to know?” They did – I told them – and, for some reason, they were a lot friendlier after the recounting. . .

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