masturbating

As she had done on previous nights recently, Camilla used Nigrovum to help her stay awake after having had very little sleep; wearing tiger-skin tights (without underwear), black high heels, and her usual harlot-bright makeup, she waited in front of Agape’s house for Mr. Holland to pick her up in his car.



It was about 4:45 AM when his car stopped at the curb in front of her dad’s house. Mr. Holland got out of the car to get a better look at her. “What are you wearing, baby?” he asked as he ogled her.



“Do you like it?” she asked, turning around for him. “I know you prefer dresses and skirts, but this is kinda sexy too, eh?”



“It sure is, my tempting little tigress,” he said, looking up and down at her. “Look, you even have a camel-toe.”



“Yeah,” she said, giggling. “Wanna touch?”



“Definitely.” He stroked her between the legs with his right hand, and she closed her eyes, moaning softly. His left hand caressed her buttocks, moving up and down her anal cleft, then moved up to fondle her right breast. “No undies…wonderful.”



“Sir,” she sighed. “As much as…I love the way…you touch me, if you continue…I’ll come, and mess up…my clothes.”



“You’re right,” he said. “We’ve gotta get going to the airport, anyway. Get in the car, sweetie; I’ll put your bag in the trunk.”



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They arrived at le Chalet, their hotel in Montreal, at about 10 AM. As soon as the bellboy left them alone in their room, Camilla unzipped her tights at the back.



“Wait, cupcake,” he said. “I’m gonna be too busy for that right now. Wait till tonight, OK?”



“OK,” she said, having already pulled off the tights and removing her shoes. “But I want to take a shower. I feel dirty.”



Looking at her frontally naked body, he said, “You don’t seem that way to me…at least not on the outside.” She giggled and went into the bathroom.



She had her shower as he went over his business papers; he continued his work after she finished up in the bathroom and went to bed nude for a nap. It took all of his strength to refrain from pulling away the blankets and admiring that body with his hands and mouth, but he had to finish preparing what he would do that afternoon.



At about 1 PM, he was finished, and he had to wake her up. He wouldn’t do so without having a little fun, though.



He carefully pulled the blankets away so as not to disturb her. She lay on her belly with her legs open in a thin Lambda shape; he gazed on her naked beauty, adoring her softness and curves. He gently and slowly opened her buttocks, careful not to wake her, and brought his mouth down to her exposed anus. He tongued it while closing her buttocks against either side of his face. She still hadn’t woken, but she sighed softly, as though his excitations were improving her dreams. Then he slowly slid his right index finger inside her vagina; reaching her G-spot, he massaged it briefly. He gently kissed her anus.



“Oh,” Camilla moaned, waking up and looking back at her boss. “Do you like that, sir?”



“Oh,” he said, raising his head up suddenly. “Sorry, sweetie; I couldn’t resist. I hope you don’t mind.”



“Oh, I liked it; best wake-up I ever had.” She rolled over, showing off her large breasts and pubic hair. Then she yawned and stretched, pushing her breasts out for his hungry eyes to see.



Resisting temptation for the sake of being on time, he said, “Get dressed, honey. We have to get to the first factory by 2 PM. Don’t wear that tiger-skin outfit, though. We won’t be able to concentrate on our work.”



“OK, I’ll put on a dress.” She got off the bed, and as she walked over to her luggage he spanked her ass. She took out a tight-fitting brown dress and matching high heels. “Do you want me to wear underwear, Mr. Holland?”



“Whichever you prefer, cupcake.”



“OK, I won’t.”



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After their visit to the factories, they joined his Quebec associates in a fancy restaurant for a business dinner. Mr. Holland and M. Larre were sitting opposite Camilla at their table for five, and both men were eyeing her lasciviously.



As the four businesspeople (one of whom was a fat woman in her fifties) were discussing what could be done in the factories to improve efficiency and prevent future product malfunctions, Camilla–though taking notes above the table–had removed her right shoe and slid her foot under Mr. Holland’s crotch. Gently sliding her foot back and forth, she massaged his erection.



She found Mr. Larre, 48, with streaks of grey hair embellishing his black hair, as attractive as her boss. He dropped his fork under the table; Camilla used Nigrovum to distract the other three so he, unnoticed, could search under the table for it…and see whatever else might have been of interest. She also psychically emboldened and prodded him, so he promptly got under the table.



A split-second accidental look up the fat woman’s skirt made him quickly turn his head away in disgust; then he looked up Camilla’s dress and saw her glorious pussy. Her legs were spread open, and her fingers pulled her labia wide open. Seeing her foot rubbing against Holland’s boner, M. Larre softly snickered to himself; then he brought his hand over to her cunt and slowly slid his finger inside. He gently pushed it in deeper and pulled it out again… in, out, in, out. She got wetter and wetter.



Sighing softly with her mouth slightly open and her eyes half-closed, Camila tried to hide her excitement from the others at the table. Mr. Holland noticed, but assumed she was hot from touching him. Larre pushed his finger several times against her A-spot, and she, pretending to cough, came in his cupped hand. (Her dress was flipped up, so she didn’t make a mess on it.) He drank her come, licked his hand, got his fork, and got up to rejoin the others. She used her napkins to clean up the mess on her chair.



When they finished their dinner, M. Larre chatted with Camilla by the restaurant cash register as their bill was being settled.



“So, what are you doing later tonight, Camilla?” he asked.



Knowing what he was implying, she said, “Sorry; Mr. Holland wants me to be with him tonight. He’s my boss, and I must obey him.”



“Of course, that’s part of your jo-, uh, respon-”



“No, no,” she whispered with a grin and taking no offence at what he obviously meant. “I’m just his secretary, not a prostitute.”



“Oh, I’m sorry if I seemed to be implying…”



“Oh, no, that’s OK. He’s not paying me for what you saw me doing under the table. I like doing things like that for him.”



“Why do you like doing that, Camilla?”



“Because it pleases him,” she answered in all candour.



“I see,” he said with a lewd smile. “Lucky guy. You like, uh, pleasing men?”



“If I like them. You ever come down to Toronto?”



“Often. In fact, I’ll be there at a party next Friday. I’d love to have you accompany me. Would you like to come?”



“I’d love to!” she squealed with a smile. “I love to party.”



“How can I contact you next week?”



“Do you know a strip joint called Club Ritz?”



“Yes,” he said. “I go there every time I visit Toronto.”



“Great. I’m there every night to see my girlfriend, Candice; she strips there. She’s a really hot-looking redhead. I’m sure you’d like her.”



“Great. I’ll see you there, and your friend can join us, if she wants to come.”



They all left the restaurant, and Mr. Holland and Camilla said goodbye to M. Larre and the other two. Then she and her boss decided to check out the night life in Montreal.



A taxicab driver recommended a hot dance club, and he drove them there. They went inside, eager to have some fun. He bought them some beers at the bar, and they went over to the dance floor, which was packed with sweating people. Up high, they could see male and female go-go dancers in chic outfits expertly moving their desirable bodies in cages to inspire everyone down on the dance floor.



With loud techno music and flashing lights assailing their senses from all directions, the two lovers danced in a frenzy. Camilla shook her head, tits, and ass with wild abandon, and Holland loved watching her move. Staring in each other’s eyes, they got up close and started gyrating their hips together, as if they were fucking in front of everybody.



*******************



Several hours later, they returned to their hotel. As they walked down the hall, clumsy from tipsiness, they laughed and kept each other from falling.



“Oh, that was fun,” she said as they reached their room.



“Yeah,” he said, taking their room key out of his pocket. “OK, I wanna take a shower. You get in bed and wait for me.” After they got in their room, he spanked her behind as she shuffled ahead, unzipping her dress and kicking off her high heels. After getting in the bathroom, he said to himself, “Miles Holland gets lucky at last.”



Ten minutes later, he came out of the bathroom naked and saw her naked on the bed on all fours: her legs were wide open and her ass pushed out so her anus and vulva were in plain view. She looked forward to the wall, waiting for him to surprise her. Her tube of anal lube lay on her right side on the bed, and the sight of her pretty, puckered, brown asshole let him know exactly what to do.



He got on the bed behind her, took the lube, and lubed his hard cock and her rectum thoroughly. “Ready or not, here I come,” he said, aiming for her ass.



“OK, sir,” she said, sighing with salacious expectation. “But don’t come till I’ve been thoroughly drilled, OK?” She giggled at that.



“Absolutely,” he grunted as he pushed the tip of his cock against her happily opening anal orifice.



She looked back at him as he slid his cock in a few inches; she squinted and opened her mouth wide, moaning and sighing as his cock went in deeper.



When he got in halfway, he asked, “Does it hurt?”



“No, sir,” she groaned. “Ah! If it…pleases you, I’m happy…Oh!



He slid all the way in and grunted loudly with delight. “That feels…so good! Ah!” He kept pushing in and pulling out, stretching and widening her rectum. He felt her tits as he fucked her tight ass, kissing her on the back. “The wife…would never…let me…enjoy this…with her. Ah!



“I’m glad…I could fill…that void…for you, sir.”



“I thought…I was filling…your void,” he panted; she giggled between groans. “Lemme fill…your other void.” He pulled his cock out and, poised to give it to her doggy-style, he pushed the tip against her vaginal opening.



“Oh, thank you, sir,” she sighed as it entered. “Oh!”



He slid his cock in three inches; his corpus spongiosum brushed against her G-spot. She screamed with pleasure from that delicious sensation. As he pushed in deeper, her sighs grew louder and higher in pitch. By the time his cock had got all the way in and his knob kissed her A-spot, she gushed her first orgasm; his cock and balls were soaking. He kept thrusting, and the tip of his dick kept pecking away at her A-spot. She gushed some more.



“Oh, my God!” she screamed. “Ah!”



As his thrusts continued, she made her vagina constrict and hug his phallus tightly. Admiring her still wide-open asshole, which was agape, it seemed, with amazement at what his cock could do, he fingered the wrinkles of its orifice.



“I’m gonna come,” he panted.



“Wanna…spray it…on my ass?” she asked with a shaking voice. “Oh!”



He pulled his cock out right when he was on the verge of ejaculating; then he splashed his discharge all over her beautiful, round buttocks. Some jizz got on her anal cleft, just below the top of the crack, and the rest splashed all over her left buttock. They lay on the bed–him on his back and her on her belly–and slowly regained their breath.



“That was…a fuck to remember,” he panted.



“Oh, yeah,” she sighed.



“Why did I…have to marry…such an awful…woman?”



“She must have been…better when you…were dating.”



“Yeah, but…marriage changes things.” He stared at his come, which so prettily adorned her ass.



“I wish you could leave her, sir.” She looked in his eyes with compassion for how he suffered from such an abusive wife.



“Leave her, yeah…and marry you?” he asked, stroking her hair.



“Oh, I didn’t mean it like that…I’m not the marrying kind…I like my freedom…Sorry.”



“I understand. Let’s get some sleep.”



“I’ll clean up first,” she said, then went to the bathroom and washed his come off in the shower.



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They woke up at 7:30 on Sunday morning.



“Come on, sweetie,” he said, yawning. “Let’s get some breakfast.” She got out of bed, and he sat on the side of it. “How depressing: I’ve gotta go back and face the bitch this afternoon. The party’s over.”



“Not yet, sir,” she said, kneeling before him. “Not necessarily; want a blow job?”



“I’d love one,” he grunted, opening his legs, which she got in between. She played with his cock to get it hard, and brought her face up close to the knob.



“Do you want to come in my mouth, or on my face?”



“On your pretty face, please?”



Looking up in his eyes with a lewd smile, she sighed, “You’re my boss, and I must obey you.” She immediately started kissing and licking the tip of his cock.



He looked down at her as she put his erection in her mouth. With such bad luck in choosing a wife, he couldn’t believe his good fortune in meeting this slut with a heart of gold. His wife treated him like a ‘retard’, as she in her meanness too often called him; Camilla, in her sweet, willing submission, treated him like a king. Her wet lips slid up and down his shaft, and her fingers gently jiggled his balls. She always had her eyes fixed on his as she sucked, ever communicating her desire to please him with her mouth as best she could. She took his cock out and licked his bulging corpus spongiosum from bottom to top; then she put his balls in her mouth and sucked on his scrotum while jerking him off just enough to keep him hard, but not enough to make him come.



She took his balls out of her mouth and took his cock back in, deep-throating it. His pubic hair tickled her face and poked at her eyes. She felt him about to ejaculate, and just when he’d reached the point of no return she pulled her head back, making a popping sound when his knob came out of her mouth. Keeping his dick pointed at her face, she made sure he came all over it. “Ah!” she screamed and squinted when the first blast splattered against her left eye and upper nose. She giggled when the second spewing hit her right cheek. She continued giggling and screaming as the other shots soaked her lips, nose, and left cheek. Wiping the come out of her eye with her finger and looking up at him with a lascivious grin, she giggled like a little girl and said, “I’ll all gooey.”



“Yes, you are,” he said, looking down at her. “The sweetest girl I’ve ever known.”



“Ooh,” she said suddenly. “I’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” She got up, and he followed her in. She sat on the toilet and began peeing. Looking up at him, she spread her legs open so he could see. He admired the golden line pouring down, and wished his penis wasn’t spent.



“Baby, you piss apple juice,” he said.



“Thank you,” she said with a grin and another giggle. His come continued dripping down her cheeks and off her nose and chin. She finished peeing, then reached for the toilet paper. As she wiped herself, her labia were opened for his viewing pleasure; she just looked up at him with the innocent eyes of a child and let him enjoy the show.



“I’d love to watch you poop again,” he said as she reached over to flush the toilet. “I wanna see more of those chocolate bar turds fall out of your beautiful ass.”



“I can give myself an enema, sir,” she said, getting up. “I brought my enema nozzle and stuff, ’cause I thought you’d be into that. Shall we do that?”



“Oh, yes,” he groaned. “You are soooooo considerate, sweetie.”



She went over to her bag, got out her enema nozzle, and got everything ready. When she returned to the toilet, he was getting an erection again. He helped her put the thing up her ass, and she stroked his cock. As the liquid went inside, she squirmed and fidgeted on the toilet, feeling cramping and urgency; then her shit all came pouring out.



She continued jerking him off as she shat. “What do you call a scat porno movie based on a Roald Dahl children’s story?” he asked, panting to the sensitive strokes of her hand.



“I dunno,” she said, playing with his cock and grunting as the cascade of shit kept coming out of her asshole. “What?”



“Willy Wanking and the Chocolate Factory.” Imagining the pleasure she was feeling from her evacuation’s massaging of her rectal walls, he was approaching orgasm.



She giggled at his weird joke; when she finished crapping, he–enjoying the smell–came on her breasts. She looked down at herself and saw his come dripping off her right nipple. Always aware of the come still dripping off her face, she said, “I think it’s time I took a shower.”



“OK,” he said, “but first, can I wipe your pretty asshole clean?” He got on his knees.



“Sure,” she said, flushing the toilet and getting down on the floor on all fours. She gave him the toilet paper, spread her legs out wide, and pointed her behind toward his face so he could see her dirty asshole. He wiped the brown off, sniffing away and admiring the sight of the beige wrinkles of her anus as they appeared once the shit had been wiped away. Then she got in the shower.



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Back in Toronto, Camilla went to dinner with her father and his girlfriend, Carrie, who was in a sexy red dress. It was difficult for Camilla to sustain a phoney smile the whole time they were eating and talking. Indeed, Carrie was pretty and seemed nice, but jealous Camilla would be happy only if that woman was out of their lives forever.



“So, Camilla,” Carrie asked, “you’re going to follow in your father’s footsteps and be a professor of literature too, eh?”



“Yeah,” Camilla said. “I hope so.”



“I’m sure she can,” Agape said. “She has the brains to do it.”



“I know where I get them from, Daddy,” she said, beaming at him.



“Yep,” Carrie added. “Your dad’s certainly a smart one, and a kind one; that’s why I love him so.” She kissed him on the lips. Camilla’s smile instantly turned into a frown that she tried to hide.



Tonight Miles has to be with a woman he doesn’t like, and so do I, Camilla thought. She couldn’t wait for Candice to get a chance to fuck Agape, and–it was to be hoped–make him not want Carrie anymore.



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They went to Agape’s house, and Carrie said goodbye to Camilla at the front door.



“It was so nice finally meeting you, Camilla,” Carrie said.



“N-nice meeting you, too,” Camilla forced out.



Agape kissed Carrie on the lips. Camilla winced a the sight of it. “Goodnight, honey,” he said. “I love you.”



“I love you, too, sweetie,” Carrie said. “Goodnight.” She went to her car and drove away.



Camilla and Agape went inside the house. “Well, what do you think of her, Camilla?” he asked.



“She seems very nice,” Camilla said. Trying her best not to look disapproving, she asked, “Are you gonna marry her?”



“It looks that way,” he said with a smile as they went into the living room. “I haven’t popped the question yet, but I’m getting bold.”



“Well, I say let’s celebrate,” she said as she, taking her purse, went into the kitchen to get drinks for both of them.



“Good idea,” he said, putting on some music and sitting down. “Do you still have any of that pot?”



“I sure do,” she said as she took a pill of ecstasy out of her purse and put half in his bourbon. Mixing it all together, she asked, “Can we have Candice come over? She’s lonely in that apartment all by herself.” She brought his drink and a beer for herself into the living room.


The pillow was warm and comfortable under Jessica’s head. As she lay, drifting into idle sleep, she heard a noise. Nothing disconcerting, just a repetitious shuffling. Strange, she thought, wondering if it was anything to do with her sister. They had shared a bunk bed for many years, Jessica being the elder, took the top bunk. The more she listened, the more she became sure it was coming from below – from Elle, her sister.



Her curiosity was piqued. What was she doing? And then a frightening thought crossed her mind – one which she simply couldn’t shake. What if she was masturbating? This had never happened before. Neither of the sisters were particularly precocious, in sexual terms. But then Elle had just broken up with her boyfriend. Though her mind raced through possibilities, Jessica could think of no alternative, Elle must be masturbating.



Jessica’s first thought, of course, was to switch off, to get to sleep and pretend this wasn’t happening. But as it continued, longer and longer, Elle seemed to grow in confidence, becoming louder and louder – even emitting slight satisfied sounds from her young lips. Jessica could not but be curious – and could hardly ignore such curiosity. Before long she’d given up entirely on trying to sleep. She found herself even becoming aroused by the experience – the image of her writhing sister beneath became one of deep eroticism and suddenly appealed to her greatly. She found her hands roaming downwards, into her panties, imagining her sister doing the same thing. They always went to bed at the same time, and both had always slept in a bra and panties. She recalled the image of her sister removing her clothes and climbing into bed not 20 minutes ago. This image had meant nothing at the time, but it washed through her now, feeding her lust. The pert breasts below her white frilly bra, the delicate contents of her tight, slender panties. Her toned figure and shapely legs. She was a beauty (and Jess knew that Elle was made very much in her image – people often said they looked similar. The striking red hair helped with that, of course).



She imagined her sisters hand buried deep in these beautiful garments, writhing and probing, as Jessica continued to do precisely the same. But curiosity cannot be so easily abated – particularly not curiosity of a sexual nature. She had to see. She wanted to see the bliss etched upon her sisters face, glimpse the carnal secrets she was engaging in. She had to see.



Moving slowly to the edge of the bunk, she was careful to make no noise. Her hand grasped the metal bar which signalled the edge of the bed. Her head approached the precipice with caution, and her head slowly moved over.



There she was! And oh how Jessica wasn’t disappointed. Elle lay below, her red hair bright in the darkness, bedsheets strewn haphazardly across her, with her eyes locked shut and her mouth pinned closed. She had a look of almost pain. She was biting her lip to keep from crying out. Both legs were wrapped around the quilt which hugged her midriff, under which her hands probed with a rapturous vigour. Her bra remained on, but her free hand caressed the surface of her breasts tenderly. Jessica noticed her panties discarded on the floor.



And then the worst happened. In her desperation to see more, Jessica toppled unceremoniously from the top bunk and smashed against the floor followed eventually by her quilt. As she opened her eyes, she saw Elle jump in shock and try to hide her activities. Elle though, did not fail to notice that Jessica had yet to remove her hands from her panties. As they surveyed each other hesitantly, she eventually clicked on and snatched her hand away belatedly.



‘Erm…’ Elle began.



‘I er…’ Jessica countered.



They were silent for a moment.



‘You were….’ Elle said.



‘I was….’ Jessica replied. ‘And you were….’



They were silent for a moment longer.



‘Do you want to….’ Elle said. ‘Together?’



‘You mean?…’



‘You know….you lie here,’ Elle patted the bed beside her. ‘And we….’



‘…Okay,’ Jessica replied, perhaps too enthusiastically. She raised herself to her feet and sat on the bed next to Elle. Elle swivelled and regained her lying position, only now she was unobscured by a quilt. Jessica found herself unable to take her eyes away from Elle, and she inserted two fingers quickly into her pussy. She simply sat and watched for a few seconds, before Elle turned.



‘Aren’t you going to join me?’ she said. ‘You get to see me, I want to see you’



Jessica blushed. Whilst sat on the bed, she managed to nervously wriggle her panties off and take a position lying next to her sister. The calmness Elle was displaying was a stark contrast to the nervousness of Jessica – who was two years older than her 18 year old sister. She felt as though she should step up to the plate.



She rolled over, and positioned herself so she was straddling her surprised sister. Her breasts were on eye level to her sister. She leaned close as though she were engaging in a lap dace. She felt her sister brush her face against her breasts eagerly. And then she reached behind her back and dropped the bra. Without thinking, Elle reached for the breasts and begun to fondle them, as though a kid in a candy store. Her eyes widened in a sort of surprised desire. And then Jessica removed her hands, and leaned downwards to kiss her. It was long, and their tongues intertwined readily, though Elle seemed at first dubious.



When they released, Jessica reached behind her sisters back, and unhooked her bra. Her sister immediately grabbed it, cupping her breasts as she attempted to stop it’s removal. Jessica smiled, and leaned in once more for a kiss. As she did so, she moved her hands slowly towards her sisters hands, which loosed their grip. The bra was cast onto the floor. They disengaged once more, and Jessica found herself looking directly at the pert and firm breasts which belonged to her sister. She immediately leaned forwards and took an erect nipple into her mouth, caressing and moving her tongue delicately over it, eliciting a series of groans from her sister.



She switched nipples with equally successful results – and then she knew it was time. She raised her head once more, and looked into the eyes of her sister. And then she began to slide down her body, Her head dropped to below breast level, and then to her naval. Her sister looked on with a knowing look of combined worry and desire. Behind her eyes lay the seeds of lust.



Jessica looked directly at her sisters cute, petit pussy. So innocent, but dripping with excitement. She took one last look at her sisters cute eyes, and then released her vivacious tongue on the eager clitoris of her young sister. The cries of delight were immediate and loud, seeming to pierce the air with a beauty which only drove Jessica further, making her hungrier and hungrier. As her sister groaned and writhed, her hand found it’s way to her own pussy, and began to stroke the surface of her dampened panties.



Her sister soon began to hit the edge. Soon the uncontrollable urge to orgasm overcame her. The only action her could muster, was to reach forward and clutch the back of her sisters head, pushing it inwards as thought to suggest she wanted more. Words did not escape her lips and a silent joy perpetuated the room. Unsung cries echoed as she writhed with the pleasure of her sisters tongue. Her hips began to always spasm in a humping motion onto the face which she held to her pussy. Eventually, the dying scream emanated from her exhausted lips as the orgasm came to a close. She released her sisters head and slumped backwards, panting heavily.



Jessica watched her breasts rise and fall, she looked at her pussy as it throbbed. She continued to massage her own pussy as she watched. Desire drenched her body. She couldn’t wait any longer. WIthout a word, she swivelled her sister into a better position, and mounted her face, tearing off her panties as she did. Her sister lay vulnerable, eager but confused as her sisters pussy descended onto her lips. Her tongue found it’s way into her as her sister began to rock forcefully back and forth. Gradually, as her libido increased the rocking became almost violent, she ground herself forcefully against Elle’s face, rocking the bed noisily against the wall. Her passions could not be tamed as orgasm approached and she let out a scream of delight and continued to pound herself forcefully against her sister. She began to grasp her breasts harshly, fondling and tugging her nipples as orgasm exploded over her and washed against Elle. She came loudly onto her exhausted sister, who became drenched in her glorious juices.



After what seemed like an eternity, she slumped against her sister and the lay naked and sticky, in post coital contentment. They slept through the night in each others arms and awoke happy – even happier when they discovered they had yet 20 minutes before they needed to get dressed.

Having recently moved from the country into town I found that I had a bit of an exhibitionist side to me.



The small town I moved to has lots of regular evening walkers. It seemed like everyone on my street walked around town every night or at least down my street. Not being used to living so close to other people and also having a sidewalk right outside my front door; I don’t always remember to pull the blinds.



My first night in my new house I plopped down in front of my large flat screen television and put a porn movie in the dvd player. Moving had me so exhausted that I couldn’t relax so knowing if I masturbated I could release some tension and get to sleep.



The scene playing out on my television was one of my favorite; a couple has decided to seduce the young babysitter and she was now lapping away at the woman’s pussy while the man plowed her from behind.



My pussy was reacting just as I wanted it to and was getting damper by the minute. I have on a thin tank top and booty shorts that I usually wear to bed. I slide the straps off my shoulders and begin massaging my full breasts. I grip them and squeeze them and pull on my hard nipples as the girl moans on the screen.



I push my shorts to the side and lightly tease my damp pussy; rubbing my finger softly inside my wet creases. Not wanting to come quickly I continue my distracted rubbing while the woman moves to lick the girls anus as her husband continues to fuck her tight little pussy.



After a few minutes of watching the action I decide to go get a toy out of my bedroom. When I stand up from the sofa which is directly in front of huge picture windows, my top down around my waist, I see a man staring directly at my television from the sidewalk outside. His eyes jump from the screen to my bare breasts and he quickly moves down the street at being caught.



I am startled and move to close the blinds but then I think, hmmm, do I really want to hide? I decide to pull the curtains instead but leave them partially open so if my watcher comes back he can still get a view.



I rush to my bedroom and get my favorite vibrator and rush back. I move to the chair to the side of the television instead of the sofa so if he comes back he can have a view of me.



The man is now rubbing his hard cock against the girl’s virgin asshole and preparing to push it up in her. I rub my vibrator against my wet pussy as I spread my legs wide and throw one leg across each arm of the chair. Mmmm it is so good, the feel of the trembling toy touching against my hardened clit. My pussy is so wet I feel the juices lubing my own ass as the man inches inside of her tight hole.



I catch a glimpse of something moving out of the corner of my eye; movement at the window. I smile as I continue to rub the vibrator up and down my juicy slit. I hope he is getting a good show. I pinch my nipple with my left hand and moan loudly so the man can hear me. “Ooooh, I wish I could have a big cock like that in my ass!”



The thought that this stranger is watching me and hearing me play with my pussy has my passion boiling! I can imagine him outside my window stroking his cock and wanting to fuck me!



I raise my ass high off the chair and rub the fake cock against my ass hole. The pussy juices that have been running down from my cunt have my ass hole lubed and ready. I work the head of the dildo in circles at the tight hole. My ass begins to open for the hard plastic dick. I move and lay my stomach against the arm of the chair so my ass in up in the air facing the window. I reach back and push the head of the dildo into my tight, oh so tight, ass.



“Oh God yes! Oooohhh it is so good!” I glance back at the window and continue to stuff the cock into my aching spinster. I catch a quick flash of his face before he moves out of my view. Knowing he was watching was enough to put me over the edge and my body quakes as I cum, juices squirting onto the hardwood floors.



I lay there prone over the edge of the chair arm and gently rub me spent pussy with my ass still up in the air facing the open curtain. I imagine my spectator shooting his hot cum all over the window pane before pulling himself together and heading back to his own home.



The next morning I decide to set up my living room for future exhibits. I go to a thrift store and buy a large mirror. I bring it home and after having the neighbor’s son come over and stand on the porch outside the window find the perfect position on the wall for the mirror. I give the neighbor kid $5 for helping me and rearrange the furniture in the room.



My pussy stayed wet all day as I wait for the evening to come. I positioned the curtains again for the show. I picked out a dvd and laid out my toys. I decide not to wear any clothes tonight so in preparation for the evening I undress and walk freely about the house.



As the afternoon progresses I walk past the open curtain many times giving several passersby brief flashes of my naked body. Some people did double takes and others just walked on as if they hadn’t seen anything. Every time I noticed someone noticing me my pussy would jump and get wetter. By dusk my body is tingling with built up lust and I knew it wouldn’t be long until my voyeur returns.



I look at the clock and realize it’s time to get started. I slide the dvd into the player and continue to walk about the house. The scene on the TV screen is vividly familiar to what had played out last night. A woman is being watched by a man though her window as she plays in her wet pussy. The man is stroking a large dick outside her window.



I stand directly in front of the television and pinch my hard nipples as I watch the woman sucking her own hard nipples. I glance toward the new mirror and notice my friend is back on my porch watching from the shadows. I run my hand down to my wet pussy and slide a finger against my clit. The contact makes me shiver. I slid my finger inside my tight hole and then suck the juices off of my finger.



I look at the mirror and see him move closer to the window with his dick in his hand. I watch him stroke it slowly while staring at my ass so I bend forward slightly so my ass is gaped open for him. His hand moves faster on his hard shaft. I run my hand back between my legs and to my ass hole. I slip a finger into the tight orifice; push past the sphincter and into my hot bowel. I squat my legs slightly to be able to add two more fingers and as I force them in I throw my head back in ecstasy.



My admirer is stroking wildly now just as the man in the porn. I watch as the man on the television shoots a huge load of cum all over the screen. Seeing my watcher is near exploding now I lean forward and lick my tongue against the image of the thick cum running down the screen. That was enough to make my admirer shoot his reserve of built up cum all over my picture window.



He begins to put his dick back in his pants but I have just gotten started. I move to the coffee table where my assorted sex toys are arranged. I reach for a large but plug that has a suction cup on the end of it. I push it hard onto the table so that it suctions onto the corner of the table top.



I notice my watcher has decided to stick around as I spot him in the mirror still peeking at me. I squeeze a nice amount of lube on the tip of the anal plug and smooth it all over the orb then lower myself onto the enormous bulge of it.



I feel my tight ass stretching to attempt to fit the abnormally huge toy. I rise back up slightly and ease down on it again slowly allowing my sphincter to adjust to it. My ass opens and I push down allowing the entire ass plug to invade my bowel. I moan loudly and work my body in a circular motion, enjoying the full sensation.



I begin to rock forward and backward on the huge bulbous devise; my hands gripping my full breasts and kneading them.



My inquisitive friend is awe struck and standing, mouth gaped open watching me ride the toy in jubilance. His dick is hard and in his hand again. He strokes it absently.



I reach for another toy. This is a very large realistic black dildo with a huge set of balls attached. I begin to lick the cock from balls to tip and then hold it above my head and drop it into my mouth. I suckle the cock like a calf suckling off her mother’s tit. I gulp and gag on the black rod like a hungry little whore.



I pull it out of my throat a long stream of spit covering it and strung from my lips to the fake cock. I glance at his face in the mirror and slurp the spit back into my mouth then lick my lips. He blinks and grips his cock hard making the head look like it is about to pop off the end.



I rub the wet dildo against my hot slit and bulging clit. “Mmmmmmm!” I moan as I guide the phallus into my tight cunt. “Oooohhhh” There is not much room with the butt plug invading my pussy space. I am a very persuasive girl though, so I twist and turn the dick until I virtually cork screw the plastic cock into my cunt. All 8 inches of it disappear into my hot box and the balls press against my clit.



I rock and bounce on the bulbous toys working toward my ultimate ass and cunt orgasms. Pinching my hard nipples and pulling them I can feel my orgasm building from the pit of my being.



I am missing one thing. I need a cock in my mouth. I want a hard cock to mouth fuck me while I ride these toys. I look at my admirer and he looks at me. He moves to run but I point at him and then to the front door. He looks scared, then shocked and then it hits him that he has been invited in. I motion to the door again and he finally moves to it. I have let it unlocked on purpose and he walks right in.



His cock is still in his death grip and he looks at me awkwardly.



“Get that dick over here!” I order him.



He walks to me and stands there. I raise my eyes and look from his cock to his face. He is a handsome Hispanic man. His tan completion is very appealing and his body is sculpted with muscles. I look back to his cock, it is large and vein covered.



“Put your cock in my mouth and mouth fuck me.” He guides his dick to my mouth and slowly slides it past my lips. He has a warm earthy taste that I enjoy. I pull him deeper into my throat by grasping his ass.



After a few strokes I unbutton his jeans and slide them and his underpants down. The fall loosely around his ankles as I grab hold of his ass again and encourage him to mouth fuck me.



The pressure of him thrusting into my throat is forcing the dildos deeper into me and the rocking is causing the artificial balls to rub hard on my clit. The orgasm is building hard and fast. I suck hard on his dick and begin to shake as I feel the tremors taking over my core.



My cunt begins spasming on the hard black cock. My ass is tightening and clamping down on the ass plug. I am making howling sounds that are trying to escape around his cock.



The vibration of my vocal cords on his dick sends him over the edge and he begins to spurt his second load of hot salty cum down my throat. He pulls out of my mouth.



I pull the black cock from my cunt with a juicy plop. “Get down and lick up my cunt juice!” I order him.



He scrambles to his hands and knees and licks my pussy clean; eating up all my nasty hot cream. I shove his face into my cunt and grind against it. “Oh yes you nasty pervert. You eat up every drop!”



After he has licked my cunt dry I push his head down and stand up. The ass plug makes a loud popping noise as my ass releases it. I bend over the seat of the chair and put my ass up in the air.



“Lick it clean.” He crawls from the front of the coffee table to the chair. I feel him spreading my ass cheeks and his tongue licking the rim. “Oh yes you nasty, nasty boy! Lick it up good.”



He licks and licks and slurps and slurps. He is really enjoying eating out my asshole. I feel him dip his fingers inside and wiggle them around then lick the ass juice from his fingers.



“You want to fuck that ass?” I ask him.



“Yes ma’am.” He eagerly answers.



I push him away and stand up. I pull him up by his hair and look him in his face. “Then you will have to earn it.”



“Yes ma’am, whatever you say.” He nods his head.



“I will think of something that will earn you some ass. Come back tomorrow evening and take your regular spot on the porch. Don’t make a move without my permission. You want to play then you do as I say when I say. Do you understand?”



He nods. “Okay pull up your pants and get out!”



As I shut the door behind him I begin to plan for the next night and the fun I will have with my ass slave.

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