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Strip

By: Velvetlicious



The room they entered was dim, the only light to fall upon the walls was the flickering of the candles she had carefully arranged earlier. A small smile plays about her lips as she leads him to the lone chair in the centre of the room. Her eyes twinkle as she gazes up at him, a small frown crossing his forehead as he leans down to whisper ' Just what do you have planned babe? ' 

Her lashes lowering slightly as a small giggle escapes her lips, she answers softly ' Wait and see baby .. I know you're going to enjoy it ' Gently pushing him back into the chair she turns quickly, her full skirt spinning out around her, his eyes catching a brief glimpse of the smooth white skin of her legs before the skirt settles back into place. 

His eyes lift and lock onto her hips, watching the gentle swaying motion as she walks away from him. She turns back to face him, a wicked grin lighting up her face, his eyes drop as he spots the pair of silk scarves dangling from her fingers. His eyebrow lifts slightly as she moves forward, heading back to his side to whisper in his ear ' Trust me baby? ' 

Head tilted to the side as his eyes lock with hers, his voice low, filled with love he answers ' Always my love ' His hand lifts to her face, the backs of his fingers brushing lightly against her cheek as he again whispers ' With my life babe, I'm yours, do with me as you wish ' 

Smiling softly she stands and walks behind him, her hands lifting to his shoulders, fingers gently caressing the bare flesh of his neck as they slowly move over his shoulders, trailing down over his hands, her nails gently raking against his flesh. Gently lifting his hands against the chair's back, her fingers quickly lace the scarves over his wrists and onto the rungs, tying the silky fabric securely, yet not so tight to cause pain.

A small smile lingers on her lips as she slowly rises, her hands moving over his back, lips dropping to press a soft kiss against his ear, her warm breath washing over his skin, goose bumps rising over his flesh as a soft moan sounds low in his throat. 

Standing swiftly she moves to the corner of the room, his eyes following her every movement as he tries to work out just what she has planned, watching carefully as she lifts a CD and places it in the player. His eyes widen and a soft gasp escapes his lips as he finally realises her intentions, a huge grin spreading across his face as he waits breathlessly for her to start. 

Turning to face him as the first soft strains of music being to fill the room she smiles, her body swaying gently in time with the song, her hands lifting to run over her body, fingers pressing in against her flesh, soft moans sounding deep in her throat as the tips of her fingers brush against her nipples.Glancing up, her eyes locked with his as she slowly moves across the room towards him, hands dropping to the buttons of her top, fingers slowly sliding them through their holes, inch by inch exposing more of her pale flesh for his eager eyes. 

Stopping in front of him, one lone button holding her top together, the material clinging to her breasts like a lovers touch, she lifts her hands to cover her breasts, fingers kneading the flesh as her body sways, head thrown back, her hair cascading down over her shoulders and back. Lifting her head to gaze back into his eyes, her hands move down her body, one finger dipping into the waistband of her skirt, teeth sinking into her lower lip as the tip moves closer to her panties.

Quickly sliding her finger from her skirt she returns to her task at hand, her body swaying in time with the song, her shirt shifting with the slight breeze she causes, his eyes dropping to catch the brief glimpses of her pale breasts as the material parts. 

Sliding her hands back up her body, her fingers quickly slip the last button through it's hole, her hands clutching the material tight to her body as she turns her back to him. Looking over her shoulder at him, a small smile playing over her lips she slips her hands free of the material, lifting a hand to grip the shirt at her shoulder, slowly pushing it down, exposing her soft pale flesh for his eager eyes, giggling softly as she glances back, catching him wriggling in the chair, arms pulling against their restraints. 

Laughing softly she allows the material to fall from her other shoulder, her shirt dropping to her waist, her back bare to his gaze, his eyes travelling hungrily over the silken flesh. Turning towards him slowly, her hands lifting the material back to her shoulders, she faces him, hands dropping to allow the shirt to gape open, revealing the pale curves of her breasts, but still covering her dark nipples, the material caught against the hard peaks. 

As she stares into his eyes, her hands slide up her body, fingers dipping into her long dark hair, lifting it up off her shoulders as her body slowly lowers towards the floor, knees bending as she twists and turns with the music. Closing her eyes as her body moves to the rhythm, slowly rising back from the floor, her shirt shifting, his body straining forward as his eyes dart over her body, eager for more glimpses of her skin as she twists and turns just for him. 

Sliding her fingers inside her waistband she slowly begins to slide the material down over her hips, the material riding low on her body as her fingers move to her navel, one long nail flicking out against her piercing as it shimmers in the pale candlelight. A soft moan sounds over the music as her nail flicks the piercing back and forth, teeth sinking into her lower lip as the tugging of her piercing sends an answering tug deep within her lower body. 

Her eyes open as she stares back at him, teeth still worrying at her swollen lip, hands moving to grip the waistband of her skirt, gently tugging it lower on her hips, sighing softly as it slides soundlessly to the floor. Her eyes still locked with his she steps forward, one foot catching the skirt and kicking it to the side, her body still swaying to the music, hands moving over her hips, lifting higher to cup her breasts beneath the gaping shirt.

Moving closer to him as he struggles in the chair, his moans growing louder as more and more of her body is exposed to his gaze, her hands lift to reach out and caress his face, her nails gently raking against his cheeks as she sways her hips closer to his aching body. Her hands lift to rest against his shoulders as she leans forward to whisper in his ear, her breasts brushing against his body, nipples hardening as they rub against the material of his shirt, her warm breath washing over his neck as the words flow past her lips ' enjoying this lover? ' 

His eyes lock with hers, body straining forward, desperately seeking closer contact with hers as he groans ' very much lover ... let me taste you ' She giggles and skips back lightly, a cooling rush of wind flowing over her body as she turns her back to him, a wicked grin on her face as she glances back over her shoulder and looks at his face. 

Winking cheekily she quickly lowers her hands to the floor, sighing softly as she wraps her fingers around her ankles, her ass high in the air, a low growl coming from behind her as his eyes lock on her lace covered cheeks, his hands jerking at the scarves as he tries in vain to reach her. 

Slowly she releases her ankles, legs spreading apart slightly as she peeks between them, winking once more as she sees the desire evident on his face. Standing swiftly she spins and in one fluid movement tosses the shirt up and over her shoulders, baring her full aching breasts to him, her chest rising and falling as she breathes deeply. Darting her tongue over her lower lip she lets the shirt fall from her arms to pool around her feet, leaving her standing before him almost naked, a wicked smile lighting her face as she inches closer to his straining body. 

Humming softly in time with the music as she wanders around behind him, her hands trailing over his back, her breasts brushing against the back of his neck as she leans down closer, her breath cool against his heated flesh as she softly sings along with the song ' Must have picked the stars out of the sky and left them in your eyes, I'm thinkin' bout you every day and every night, I love the way you drive me insane, Make me laugh, make me love, make me crazy, I feel alive, you're the only one to drive me wild ' 

Moving back to the front as she continues to hum along with the song, her hands lifting to grip the waistband of her lace panties as she moves to stand between his knees, leaning forward, breasts brushing lightly against his face, a nipple dancing teasingly against his lower lip. Moaning loudly as she feels his tongue dart out against the hard nub, her hands stilled momentarily as a slight shudder passes through her body, pressing closer against his lips as her hands push her panties lower, sliding them easily over her tight ass. 

Her moan turns to a low groan as his lips enclose her nipple, sucking the tight bud deep within his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking against the sensitive nub. Teeth sinking into her swollen lip she presses harder against his mouth, hands lifting to grip his shoulders as she tugs him closer, moans growing louder as she moves her breasts against his lips. Bringing one hand back to her body she finishes pushing her panties as low as they will go, her ass wriggling with the effort of dislodging them from her body, smiling as she feels them fall against her feet, carefully stepping out of them, kicking them gently under the chair.

Moving her body closer against his again she lifts a leg up and over his thigh, her body lowering as she grinds her aching pussy against his denim clad thigh, his leg moving with her body, pushing up against her, pressing harder against her swollen clit. Gripping his shoulders harder with her nails her body moves faster against his thigh, groans sounding loud in the now silent room as his mouth moves from one nipple across to the other to hungrily suck it deep within his hot mouth. 

Gripping his thigh tight within her knees she grinds her clit down against him, her head thrown back in ecstasy, her long dark hair rippling down her back, shimmering in the faint light. His arms pull harder against the scarves, hands finally escaping their captivity he lifts them to cup her full breasts, fingers of one hand crushing a swollen bud as the other hand drifts down over her back, slipping lower on her body, cupping her ass to squeeze tight as he pushes his leg harder against her, the friction against her clit causing her body to tingle, shudders travelling across her skin as she drops her head against his, lips pressing against his salty skin, tongue flicking out to taste. 

Her lips pressed tight against his skin she continues moving her hips against his thigh, moaning louder as she presses down harder against his hard muscles, her tongue moving against his skin, licking and tasting every available inch. 

A loud gasp sounds in the room as she feels his hand slip from her ass cheek, down under her thigh, the tips of his fingers brushing against her ass, a finger pressing against the opening, her body jerking forward at the contact causing her clit to press sharply against his thigh, sparks shooting through her body radiating from her clit. Pressing her lips to his skin she gently sucks the flesh into her mouth, her teeth nibbling gently as she rocks her hips against his thigh, low moans sounding in her throat as his hand moves up and over her thigh, sliding down between her legs, his fingers pushing between her aching pussy and his damp jeans, fingers moving forward, seeking the warm entrance. 

Groaning loudly she bites down on his neck as he swiftly slides two fingers deep inside her, teeth locked on the flesh as he slams his fingers in and out of her, his thumb moving up to rub against her swollen clit, pressing harder against the sensitive bud as he drives his fingers faster into her body. She releases his skin as her head rolls back, a deep groan sounding low in her throat as her hips slam down against his fingers, her body jerking against his thigh as the beginnings of her orgasm spread through her body. Screaming his name as he slams a third finger deep inside her, her orgasm racing through her body, skin tingling with the sensations as she continues to rock her body against his. 

Low moans sound throughout the room as she rides out her orgasm, her hands gripping his shoulders tight as her head drops back against his shoulders, her chest rising and falling hard and fast as she struggles to regain her breath, her hands moving over his back clutching him close. Slowly she lifts her head to look into his eyes and whisper ... ' so baby .... did you like? ' Her only answer is a low growl as he lifts her and carries her off to the bedroom to show her what he really thought of her show.

Strip



"Strip for me," you whisper as you nuzzle my neck.

"What?" I reply breathlessly. I'm sitting on your lap as we kiss.

"Strip for me baby. I want to watch you."

Raising up a bit on my knees, still straddling you, I slip my top off over my head and let it fall to the floor. My hands disappear behind my back and I unfasten my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, leaning toward you slightly as I take it off. I cup my breasts in my palms mere inches from your face, my hardened nipples begging for your attention.

As you reach for me, I slip off your lap and stand in front of you, turning away from you. I hook my thumbs in the waist of my skirt and panties, bending as I push them down and off. The plump curves of my ass entice you to touch me. One hand on each cheek, you caress me, palms and fingertips sliding smoothly over my skin. Reaching my hips, you pull me closer.

"Spread your legs."

Your hand moves between them as I do what you asked. Your fingertips brush me, deftly parting my lips and seeking out my clit. Circling it, slowly, lightly, you feel a tremble of pleasure run through me. You lean closer; your fingertips abandon my clit, sliding back just a bit, two digits easily slip inside my wetness. My walls clamp down on you, trying to draw you deeper. With agonizing slowness, you fuck me with your fingers. In, out, my juices coating you... in, out, I can feel you watching as your fingers disappear inside of me.

"Please," I beg.

Your fingers leave me. Still bent over, I hear you undress... the soft rustle of your shirt as you slip it off, the rasp of your fly. A shiver of excitement washes over me.

*smack!* Your hand lands on my ass.

"Stand up baby. Turn around."

You pull me against you, kissing me passionately as your hands travel over my skin.

"Suck me," you whisper against my mouth.

I drop to my knees in front of you, looking up at you as I lick my lips. Your gorgeous, hard cock strains toward me, and my mouth waters at the sight. Wrapping one hand firmly around the base, I press a kiss to the tip. I part my lips slightly, sucking just the head, my tongue delving into the slit. Your fingers comb through my hair, each hand grabbing a fistful as you cradle my head and watch me. My eyes drift closed as my mouth slides down over you, taking as much of you as I can. Your balls are cupped in my free hand, and I give them a gentle squeeze as my lips work up and down your length. You move my head a bit with your hands, and I let you fuck my mouth. A few strokes, and you pull me back and off of you.

"Come with me." You grab my hand and lead me to the bedroom...

Standing beside the bed, your lips capture mine again, settling in for a deep kiss as our bodies press tight against one another. I can feel the hard length of you nudging at my belly, and my taut nipples are crushed against your chest.

"Sit down." Your voice is thick with desire as you gently push me away.

I sit on the edge of the bed, my hands clasped between my legs. You kneel in front of me, taking my hands in yours and pressing my knees apart. I'm open to you now, my swollen pink sex displayed at the mattress' edge.

"Lay back."

My hot skin hits the cool sheets, and a shiver runs down my spine. Still kneeling on the floor, you lift my feet from the carpet and place them flat on the bed.

Your hands slip under my ass, lifting me slightly as your face delves between my thighs... feathering soft kisses along my inner thighs, the creases where my legs join my torso, the swollen lips of my pussy...

"Lick me."

I press my hips instinctively toward your mouth, aching for more. Your tongue darts between my folds, circling my clit before dipping into my opening. In, out, fucking me with your tongue... in, out, my juices dripping down your chin...

Back to my clit, laving it gently with that marvelous tongue of yours, soft moans and sighs issuing from my lips as you pleasure me. My hands in your hair pull you back a few inches.

"I need you," I whisper.

Standing up, you run your hands up my torso, cupping my breasts in your palms. I move back, laying fully on the bed, and reach out for you.

"Get on all fours."

I move onto my hands and knees in the middle of the bed. You climb onto the bed behind me, positioning yourself between my legs. Your hands grip my ass cheeks, your fingertips pressing into my skin. I push back against you, and the tip of your hard length brushes my pussy.

"Please," I beg.

One hand grips my hip as you position yourself at my entrance... you press in slowly, filling me inch by glorious inch. My walls pulse around you, the delicious feel of you slipping into me almost more than I can take.

You push in all the way... then slowly back out. Both hands tighten their hold on my hips as you ram back into me. My clit throbs wildly as your balls slap against it. Out, in, pulling me tighter against you with every thrust... out, in, my breasts swaying in time.

Your hands slide over my back, my hips, my ass, setting my skin ablaze with your touch. I slip one hand down to where we're joined, my fingers automatically seeking out my clit. You grip my hips as you thrust into me. Fast, hard. Oh so deep.

We can both feel me tightening around you as I get closer, and my head lowers as my pussy clenches around you.

My cry of pleasure fills your ears, my body shaking under your hands. Your grip on me tightens as you groan and plunge deep, going over the edge with me...

"Holy shit baby," you manage a few minutes later, sprawled beside me on the rumpled sheets.

I smile into my pillow.



Strip



'Strip!' 

What the hell? This wasn't how she imagined it, this wasn't how it was going to happen. Too shocked to argue she did as she was told, at least to her underwear, white bra, white thong, white suspenders and white stockings. The only other colour was the black high heeled shoes she wore. 

'I said strip, that means underwear as well bitch.' 

Bitch? She thought this was supposed to be her introduction to becoming a slave not total humiliation. He knew she had a problem with being seen naked and yet he commanded her to be totally undressed for him as soon as she walked through the door. She stood there, now scared of being there, scared of what she had agreed to. He repeated himself, in the same tone 'Strip.'

And the tone brought her back and almost on auto pilot she did, letting the white scraps of clothing pool on the floor around her feet. Without her heels she was smaller than the man openly examining her with his eyes. Not rushing he took in every inch of her. Her painted toes, the slender ankles, the legs that seemed to take an eternity to travel. Her curvaceous torso, her breasts full and aroused. Finally her face, the eyes that could not look at him and her mouth that wasn't smiling. He appreciated what was before him but he kept his face blank. Not speaking he led her to a chair, high backed with a leather seat. 'Rest yourself on it'.

He ordered and without hesitation she did and once in position he kicked her legs apart so she was spread eagled, her weight full on the wood that with a dull sensation dug in to her arms and chest. She had imagined a hundred times how he was going to sensually seduce her into submission, gently take her into making her his. That thought was ripped out as he roughly plunged 3 fingers into her, They went in easily with the wetness which to her dismay was plentiful. She didn't want to be aroused she didn't want to enjoy it, she hated this but it wasn't going to stop, not any time soon anyway. For a few brief seconds his kept his hand still, his fingers flexing and exploring the moist velvety tunnel. He withdrew them as quickly as he had entered and brought his fingers to his mouth, licking each one in turn he made an appreciative sound, he told her how good she tasted and how he was going to have more. Her reply? 'Bastard'. 

He stopped and brought the still damp hand hard down on her ass. A resounding WHACK echoed round the room. She jumped almost falling from the chair, unbalanced she grabbed for the support of the seat and barely caught it.

'Get up bitch, NOW.' She got up and spun round to face him. 'Bastard, how dare you hit me?'

He looked at down her, his eyes meeting hers. 'How dare I hit you?' 'Not only do you speak without permission you slander your Master with no reason, whatever I do is reason enough'.

And without further hesitation he grabbed her by the hair, wound his fingers into the length and pulled her round the side of him. Seating himself she was roughly dragged down and placed over his knees. One leg held her still and in place and without speaking his hand came down again, meeting with the already red mark on her behind. The connection made her jump but he held her in place. WHACK another stroke from his powerful hand. She verbally made clear the pain that she felt each time his hand connected but a third, fourth, fifth and sixth stroke made her more aroused that she ever imagined she could be. When he stopped, although she felt it was as though she was purposely winding him up she muttered in a quiet but audible voice 'Is the hardest you can hit?' 

He laughed and replied 'That won't work with me bitch, I can feel how you respond to my hand, how you pushed against my knees on the last two strokes, how you really want more. You want more for your own pleasure and that you shall earn it, not try to play me with your words'.

She fell silent, her breathing heavy, now thoughtless she said nothing, not moving till he removed her still by her hair. As he stood he pushed her to her knees. He started to remove his clothes, knowing she could not resist watching, he had not commanded her to lower her eyes so as he unzipped his trousers them removed them as well as his underwear he openly smiled as her face registered what she was seeing. Looking as far as she could upwards she saw his chest, his stomach, and oh my god, a cock that would by appearances tear her in half. He was almost totally hard and as he touched himself as she watched he hardened further. As much as she didn't want to she ached to hold him, take him into her mouth, pleasure him, show him she could be good. She made a move forwards but the action only earned her a sharp verbal reprimand. Without further conversation he moved away from her, sitting in the chair which she now noticed was opposite a large luxuriously covered bed. He motioned her to go over to bed which she did willingly. 'Lie down and close your eyes'.

And she did, the coolness of the covers made her shiver a little. He got up and from a table near by picked up a blindfold. Already not being able to see what he was doing or was going to do made her nervous. She thought of opening her eyes but strangely the nervousness excited her. She felt the blindfold covering her eyes and she without command lifted her head so it could be placed properly. He trailed a finger from her forehead down her cheek and then down her throat, then nothing. Not a touch or a word. She could not hear him moving, that excited her even more, all that she could think was 'What next?'

She felt cool leather wrapping around her left wrist and the click of a clasp. A slight movement and the same to her right wrist. She flexed her fingers and then became still again. The same coolness then encased her ankles and now a collar went around her throat. With the same action from her he was able to lock the collar without a command from him and he smiled. 'She learns quickly.' He thought

He still didn't speak and she moved slightly to feel more comfortable. His hands began an exploration of her. Her face, neck and throat. Her breasts which were now holding nipples which awakened after a gentle tweak. Her stomach which became taught as his hand traveled lower. Arriving at her pussy, he deliberately avoided the sensitive clit which already was swollen and aching to be touched. He touched her thighs, stroking them, making her moan. She now truly ached for his touch. 'Please' she moaned.

'What do you want bitch, tell me?'

'Please, touch me, make me cum.'

'Touch you? Make you cum?'

'I think not, you are here for my pleasure, your needs or wants are not important. If it pleases me to see you climax then so be it but until then I do as I please, so quiet, not another word from you.'

Like before his pushed her legs apart so he could see her femininity, fastening her ankle restraints to each corner of the bed he left her hands free, a test of whether she could obey, not to touch him or herself in the heat of sexual pleasure. Gently massaging her legs as he explored her, he again arrived at the wetness that he could now smell, sweetness, a scent that lured him. Leaving her for a time he brought back a vibrating large dildo and what seemed a leather belt. Slipping the belt under her he fastened it around her waist. The dildo was non too gently pushed inside her, her pussy reluctantly accommodating it. Through the D rings of the belt a chain was slid through. Cold metal coming into contact with hot skin. Then through the ring on the base of the dildo the chain was passed through. Pushing her ass upwards with one hand the chain fastened to the belt by a D ring at the back. It wasn't comfortable for her, the chain dug into her flesh and the chill of it cooled her skin too much but she said nothing, just laid there. 

The next half an hour was spent by him touching her with various things, feathers which made her giggle until he threatened her with a gag to silence her. A spiked wheel which at times was pleasurable but at others made her wince in pain. His fingers which teased her, her body bucking upwards due to sheer ecstasy. And his tongue which found her clit, swirling, licking, nibbling. She could already feel an orgasm building but so could he and there was no way she was going to have that yet. He cooled her down by inserting ice cubes into her ass which as well as cooling from the inside lubricated her for his finger which followed straight to the knuckle joint. She didn't know whether this felt good or not. She had never had her ass played with, virgin and untouched. His finger moved in and out, feeling her contract with each movement. He told her that this was only the beginning, her ass would welcome him by the end of the day. At that she screamed 'NO'

She had seen him, how big he was, how at the time she had first seen him she had thought her pussy could not accommodate him and now she was sure her ass could not.

He calmed her, soothed her, and reassured her by saying that he would not hurt her. It would be by her own asking that he entered her and pleasured her to climax. This reassurance made her still and she became again willing.

He teased her know, pinching and stroking her nipples with one hand while with the other, pushing the dildo in deeper while his thumb teased her clit. His tongue circled the tight hole that would soon welcome him and take him deep as her pussy would. She began to moan and this time he did not silence her. Her body began to tense and he knew he would soon have to stop if he was to prevent her orgasm from racking her whole body.

She bucked and her body tensed and his cessation was instant. He withdrew fingers and tongue and let her come down.

His own pleasure had been put to one side while he worked on hers. His cock had remained hard and watching her near orgasm had made his precum evident. He removed the restraints from her wrists and sat her up, her ankles still immobile. He sat between her parted legs and bringing her head close him commanded her to lick which she did then the command 'suck.'

She looked up and her eyes pleaded with him. 'Please' they said 'I can't take that, don't make me.'

His eyes met hers and with as look of cold steel he pulled her closer and she had no choice than to open her mouth and let him enter. He held her still as he fucked her mouth, his cock filled her and she gagged when he went in deeper but the sensation of the muscle spasm only excited him more. He moaned and pulled her closer, wanting to feel her mouth envelope his now cum ready cock. To his delight her hands which were now free played with his balls, gently pulling, circling them within the palm of her hand, her other hand making a tight circle round the base of his cock, preventing him from climaxing. This pleased and annoyed him at the same time. Pleasing because he would last so much longer and that was a problem as she was that good at doing what she was doing he had the feeling he would cum way too soon. Annoyed because she was using her own initiative and not by his command. In the end he let her continue, enjoying it way too much to make her stop.

Finally releasing her head and pulling away a little he commanded her to kiss the head of his cock, which she did and like a good girl cleaned him as well. He decided that now she would need to rest, recover her strength and energy for later he would be taking the ultimate pleasure from her.

He undid the restraints that bound her ankles and asked her to make him a drink. A request rather than a command she mused, I must be good and she silently laughed. Still naked she made her way downstairs to the kitchen and put the kettle on. His home was warm and she no longer felt the need to cover up through cold or through his gaze. The kettle clicked and she poured water over the coffee. She realized that she should have asked if she too could have a drink. Oh well she could ask when she took his up to him. She quickly stirred it and went back upstairs to find him on the bed, relaxing. He to would need his strength and clarity of mind. It was going to a long afternoon, arousing her, preparing her for his cock which at the merest thought made him stir again.

She presented him with the drink and knelt at the side of the bed. 'Permission to speak Master?'

'Master' he thought, that was a first. She had never used that word before, too scared that it would be the ultimate compromise to her position.

'Granted bitch, you may speak.'

'Master, with permission may I have a drink please?'

'Granted, there is a jug and water and glass on the table there.'

She was disappointed that all she was allowed was water but grateful enough as he could have denied her even that small request.

She took her drink and placed the glass back on the table, going back to the bed she once again knelt and waited.

He finished his coffee, with intended slowness. He gave her the cup and motioned her to put it on the table. He got up from the bed and for the second time told her to lie down. Now was the time she would need to relax, He began to stroke her, starting at her feet, massaging them while she with her eyes closed enjoyed the attention. Working slowly he went past her ankles making slow progress up her calves and thighs. Avoiding her femininity he stroked her stomach, her chest and again he avoided her breasts which were still peaked and aroused. Nearly an hour was spent touching her, stroking her till he felt every muscle in her body relax. He spoke quietly to her arousing her mind as well as her body. She became fluid beneath him and it was then he began to prepare her. He removed the dildo and belt. It served no purpose now and was discarded with care on the floor. He replaced the dildo with a finger, gently pushing in and even slower pulling it out his tongue swirling her clit. One finger became two and she just moaned. Two became three and she momentarily tensed. He waited till she relaxed again before moving his fingers in and out, not stopping his assault on her clit. Then the three fingers became four and now her eyes opened. And opened wide. She could feel every moment he made as he plunged his fingers in and withdrew them. He replaced his tongue with his thumb and spoke gently to her. She had never experienced this before, panicking and tensing would only deny the inevitable. He was going to take her!

When she calmed he again used his tongue on her and his thumb already turned around gently massaged the tight hole, she noticeable tried to relax and his digit entered her ass, slowly moving around he worked it in deeper. He allowed her buck as he worked, his tongue keeping her aroused and wet. Her eyes were now tightly closed, reveling in the sensations she was now feeling. He moved more centrally between legs and slowly removing his fingers replaced them with cock. He entered her easily and it wasn't until he began to move inside her did her eyes flutter open, acknowledging the intrusion before closing again. Instead of his thumb he used his middle finger, her ass now welcoming him in unison with the stroke of his cock. When he tried 2 fingers she said 'no'. But it was a token no and from her tone he knew he could continue. He worked two fingers inside her while his cock moved inside her velvet purse. He kissed her on the lips, and she opened them to invite his tongue which then probed her mouth. 

She was slowly but surely feeling like she gone to another place, a place where only pleasure existed and she reveled in it. Briefly he stopped moving inside her and just as briefly she wondered why but then she realized his fingers had been replaced with a butt plug and the feelings intensified as he began to move inside her again. He noticed too that she felt that much tighter and every ridge was more evident as he thrust. She silently asked him again to touch her clit, wanting climax, but for now this was not to be, not yet.

He seemed to sense her request but he knew what he was doing. In order for her ass to surround him she had to be played with, prepared but not to climax. He continued with fucking her slowly, altering his position so every part of her pussy felt him. On a particularly deep thrust he removed the butt plug and she tensed so tightly he nearly came there and then but it was momentary and as quick as she tensed she relaxed. 3 fingers now invaded her ass and she now wanted everything he could give her and not for the first time 'Please' left her lips.

'What do you want bitch?'

'Please Master.'

'What do you want bitch, tell me?'

'Master please, fuck me, please take me and fuck me hard. I need you.'

He laughed and simply said 'Does what you want bitch matter?'

She didn't reply and he took that as a No. He continued to fuck her pussy and while distracting her with that he lubricated her ass and then without warning plunged his cock into her ass. Past the tight ring of muscle, into the depths he thrust. She screamed as he entered her and he silenced her by kissing her hard. Slowly he began to move, sometimes in and out, sometimes in a circle motion. Her moans became louder and louder. Her nails dragged into his flesh, red marks striking his skin. He thrust harder and deeper now, feeling her push against him to take every inch he had. He moved his position slightly so he could finger fuck her pussy and as he did he commanded her to play with her own clit. The first touch she gave herself made her shudder, The second made her tense, every touch after that was bringing herself more quickly to orgasm. He now fucked her as hard as he could, his cock in so deep his balls slapped against her ass cheeks, his fingers which had now become his whole hand pistoned in and out. He had never seen anyone take it this hard and for this long. She was amazing, cock, hand and fingers were now pleasuring her, his own pleasure matching hers. Little did she know that his own cock was virgin to ass and she had initiated him well. He felt his balls tighten and knew he was going to cum. She too felt him begin to tense and slowed her movements so that instead of quick thrusts he slowed and could go to the hilt. Her own fingers sped up their movements. Her own tensed muscles matched his own she kept them matching his. Deeper, harder, more rhythmic they moved together until at last he gave a final hard thrust and came hard, moaning and almost tearing her skin as he held her tight. For her part she came as he did, hard and long, every muscle, every fibre in her body tensing till she could only scream her release and that she did, long and high pitched howls. They came together and then as one again came down from the mutual climax. He very slowly twisted his wrist and removed his hand from her, his cock still buried in her ass was held tight and it was a good feeling. She knew she was holding his cock and wasn't ready to release him. She finally opened her eyes to find him watching her, smiling. She smiled back and just said 'Thank you.'

'For what little one?'

She laughed and said 'You know what for.'

When he finally withdrew from her he pulled her close, holding her against him. Their breathing was still fast and laboured and they just held each other for what seemed an age. They kissed and stroked each other, a calming motion for them both down with a satisfied 'mmmmmmmmmmm.' When they had rested they both had a coffee, he making it while she laid in the bed still smiling.

'God that was good.' He said when he had drank his coffee.

'Good? That was better than good.' She replied.

He smiled again and simply said 'Yes Mistress.'



Strip ...



"Strip. Get off all those ugly man clothes. Now."

I looked around, saw the bathroom and started toward it and heard her stomp her feet. I looked back and saw her grimly shaking her head and pointing to the floor near her left foot.

I stood in the designated spot and the look on her face was grimmer yet. She moved her hand slightly, indicating DOWN. I kneeled. The smile on her face lit up my core and I knew that serving this woman would not be easy, but that it would certainly have its rewards – that smile in itself was enough reward to keep me going for days.

I took off my shirt and she frowned. I looked down and again realized how much I hated this body. I'm not a bear as far as hair goes, but there's more there than any woman outside a circus. I'd avoided looking at my chest for years, especially because I knew that it COULD be shaved. But shaving ... well, the questions from the woman who bore our children would be something that I simply couldn't answer. I'd shaved a bit in high school, as a swimmer it didn't cause any comment whatsoever, but there wouldn't be that excuse now.

My head hung as I continued stripping for her. I saw a tiny glimpse of a smile as I folded my clothes neatly. I stuffed my underwear under the folded trousers and saw her frown again. Sheepishly, I pulled them from underneath and folded them, too. Probably the first time they'd been folded since coming from the package.

I knelt before her, pressing my head to the floor and waited for her to acknowledge my compliance.

"Look at me. The hair. Chest. Legs. Back. Why?"

I explained my fears and she nodded, showing neither pleasure nor displeasure. "That may change. For now it is ... acceptable.  Tell me, little one, what you wish out of our time together. Remember – what you tell me will not compel me to make sure it happens. I'm looking for your input, but all decisions ... are mine. You, indeed, are MINE. Your thoughts are no more than thoughts in my own mind, to accept or discard, to act or not as I wish."

"Mistress, I wish to be your sissy. I want to learn how to please you, I want to learn how to make myself worthy of being called YOUR sissy. I hope that I can learn enough from you to be pleasing to your friends if they come to call, that I not be an embarrassment to you. I want to serve; I NEED to submit."

I put my head down again, looking at her feet and hoped that she would accept my answer.

"Stand."

I stood, turning slightly away from a sense of modesty. 

"NO. Face me squarely." As I turned I saw the crop in her hand. "That's not exactly what I meant by my question, sissy. Usually sissies start telling me about their fantasies as if I cared about pleasing them, as if my role was serving THEM. I'm pleased by your response, but I also need to know what ... inducements ... I might offer you if you especially please me in the future."

The crop flicked out between my legs and tickled my scrotum. "What is that?" 

"What? I responded.

The crop flicked up and the pain in my balls was intense, but sweet. In very clear, clipped words, she repeated. "What. Is. That. The thing. I. hit."

"It's my scrotum, Mistress, my balls."

Flick. Thwack. "NO. It's your labia, your lips, slut. It's yours but it's MINE, too. Remember that. What is yours is MINE." The crop flicked up, catching the tip of my cock and she repeated "What is that?"

"Ah, my clit, Mistress?"

The hint of a smile made me glow and the attention she was giving me made me begin to respond physically as well. The crop flicked ... and flicked again. "Stop that. Focus on my questions."

I focused, deflating a little. Only a little.

"Now. You will listen to my questions carefully. I want you to close your eyes and mentally picture what I am asking. For example, Can you imagine yourself bent over the couch, maybe my lap, being spanked, sissy?" 

I responded physically again at the mental picture I was building and I began to say "Yes ..." when the crop flicked down on my cock, harder than before. I shrank at the pain but only temporarily. I rose to half mast again almost as quickly as the crop had flicked down. "Don't say a word. Your body answered that question. Your body will answer every question, and your mouth will stay shut, slut."

"Are your nipples sensitive, slut?" My body answered, and again the crop flicked, with the same sequence of events. Up. Flick. Down then up halfway.

Her questions seemed endless and my answers were probably truer than any I'd ever given in any interview in my life. Clothespins. Anal sensitivity. Humiliating situations. Maid service. Using a vibrator on a woman. Using one on a man. A man using a vibrator on me. Teasing. Orgasm denial. And so much more.

My cock was on fire from every "yes" answer it had given. Yet there was a greater inner glow as I realized that, naked and vulnerable as I was, unable to hide my reaction to her questions, I was also sharing thoughts and desires ... needs .. with her that I'd never given myself the freedom to share before in my life.

"I'll have more questions next..."  Flick ... as my body responded once again to the prospect of further secret sharing ... "week. Maybe every week. We'll see."

"We need to work on your wardrobe, but first things first. Today's lesson is going to center on your deportment. You need to learn how to walk, sit, and bend as a woman. Before you are granted the permission to wear the clothes of a woman, you need to know how to move like one. We're also going to go over my expectations of you. Maybe ... just maybe ... I'll use a tiny bit of your responses as the base for rewarding you. Only, of course, if you are worthy of reward based on this lesson."

(next ... the lesson ...)



Strip!



Ever hear the old saying the "...... a pile of rocks if a Snake was hiding in it..?"

Well, think 19 years old, best described as somewhat of a nerd, and just one sexual experience. That was me way back then. 

OK, two sexual experiences if you count Paula Jacobs, way back when she showed me her nipple on the bus.

"Here ya go, is this what you wanna see?" She said loudly, turning and getting up on her knees in her seat, yanking her top up on one side for maybe one second.

I guess I had been leaning way forward peering over her shoulder, staring way too much since Paula didn't have a bra on. From that angle I could see down her top to...almost!

But what she did was totally unexpected. Of course half of the other kids on the bus saw that too and I got teased without mercy for a week.

The sexual experience part of that incident came at home in the bathroom, where I proceeded to make myself sore thinking about seeing her whole tit.

The other one was a date with Brenda Brown, that's kind of hard to say without stuttering, isn't it?

Brenda had sort of a reputation, I had heard that if you took her to a movie and out for something to drink later she would reward her date.

Without fail the guys I knew that had taken her out would snicker when I asked what the reward was.

So. I took her out to a movie, then something to drink, soda pop of course. 

I had been worried a little bit when I drove over to Brenda's house because I had scored a date two weeks before with Sally Johnson, then when she saw my car she refused to get in it.

"You expect me to ride in THAT?" Sally told me with disdain. Then she turned and went back into their house and shut the door.

Embarrassed the hell out of me, that did.

Shit, what was wrong with my car? I liked it, sure, it needed paint but I thought it was neat with those big wide whitewalls. Some dents, sure, the paint was faded and there were some rusty spots but it was cool.

Brenda didn't care so that was fine.

later, in the car we parked. I was planning on some necking, perhaps cop a feel? I reached out and felt her right tit and got my bell rung.

Hell, that woman had a right hook that would put Billy Meiers to shame and I had boxed with Billy Meiers.

Well, I got knocked down by Billy Meiers mostly.

"You guys, one track minds, every single one of you! The least you could do is kiss me or something first." Then she laughed when I told her I was sorry.

I started the car and drove her home. On the way I rubbed the left side of my forehead, hell, I was going to have a lump there.

"Oh, what the hell, Danny. You aren't that bad, let me give you a hand." She said the minute we pulled up in her driveway.

Which she did, and I don't care how much rubbing a person does to a black painted dashboard, that stuff leaves marks that just will not come out.

Well, after sitting in the Sun for two days, anyway.

I didn't care. I had plans to cover the dash with some fuzzy material anyway.

So that was my first and only sexual experience, right up to when I met Pat and his wife Kelly.

I was trying to push my car back into our garage, it was slightly uphill and the fucking thing was a Nash Rambler, well, a Hudson Rambler American actually since she was a 1958, heavy as hell.

My entire family loved those cars, Grandpa bought a 1952 blue Nash wagon, he bragged about it so much my Dad went out and bought himself a new 4 door cross country wagon, Orange, the 1955 model.

He kept that car the entire time I was growing up, I loved riding in the back seat.

A couple of decades later, when I spotted the 1958 Blue Rambler American sitting at the very back corner of the local Chevy dealership, I just had to have it.

"Ninety nine bucks!" The salesman grinned.

"For that? It's all rusty and the tire is flat. I will go forty." My Dad taught me to negotiate, so I was negotiating.

"Fifty bucks then and she is all yours!" The salesman said. I happened to have that much, so I bought her. She actually started on her own that time, and they put enough air in the left front tire to get me home.

We had one of those electric powered air pumps and I just carried a hand pump in the trunk until I could afford a tire. It took two whole days before it got too soft to drive and I would just get out and pump it right back up.

Now the battery was dead, of course it was always dead. I cleaned the gobs of yellow looking fuzz off the connections but that didn't help. I even put some Aspirin in all the cells like my Grandpa suggested, nothing.

That was no problem though because once I get her running it charged back up and always restarted until I let it sit for too long. 

I had tried to roll the Rambler backwards down the driveway, pop the clutch and get it running but sure enough, old Henry Watson decided to come home at that exact moment in his Studebaker.

So I had to slam on the brakes, there I sat, dead battery.

We had a charger, the cord was six feet long and I was 25 feet away with no extension cord. 

Usually I did that first to get her running but I was in a hurry.

That was when Pat and Kelly came by, he stopped, hopped out and helped me push. Back in the garage, I set the hand brake and hooked up the charger, turned to thank him.

"No problem, I'm Pat." He stuck out his hand.

He seemed interested in me, beats me why. He kept asking questions, finally he asked me why I drove the old beat up Rambler.

"Fifty bucks." I told him and he broke up laughing like that was the funniest thing he ever heard.

"It's a collector item!" I protested.

That was about the same reaction I always got down at the drive in, which pissed me off. The jerks didn't know real class when they saw it.

He laughed so hard he was wiping his eyes.

"Hey, we are having a party Saturday, come on by, have a beer." Pat said as he was leaving.

"I'm only nineteen." I told him. Too young to drink in my State.

"I don't give a shit, come on by and have one anyway." He grinned.

So I did. I suppose I could go on and on about how the party was crawling with hot females but it wasn't. There was Pat and Kelly, another couple a bit older and kind of plump, and me.

Talk about being the fifth wheel. Still, three beers down and I was having fun, if my folks had caught me drinking beer there would be hell to pay.

My Mom and Dad never drank anything at all and warned me over and over about the sin of doing that.

Then I found out about beer down at the church parking lot one Sunday, Billy Meiers showed up with some stubby brown bottles he called "Oly" which he swiped somewhere.

I liked Billy just fine except for when he was hitting me when we boxed.

So after looking around carefully, I drank some of that Oly, it was warm and tasted awful but we knew we weren't supposed to be drinking it so we told each other how good it was.

Then I waited for God to come down and smite me but he never did.

+++

I know it sounds funny but Pat began coming by after we met that day, all we ever did was shoot the shit. He was maybe 26-27, I never did know why but he took a shine to me.

What he did was gripe about his wife Kelly a lot, he didn't like the clothes she wore, he didn't like her being a prude. I about fell over when he told me she was 38, no way in hell did she look that old.

Man, 38 years old? That was really getting on in years, so him being married to her was strange. Still, she didn't look all wrinkled up like most older women, even her hair had no gray in it, not one bit.

"You know how it is when women get older, they lose interest in getting laid. Hell, I am lucky to get a piece once a month." He complained.

I didn't know, really, like I said, what I knew was what Brenda Brown had done. I liked that so I tried for a repeat but she was going out with a skinny kid named Herman Miller whose Dad Simon owned the garbage company by then.

I had no idea what Brenda could ever see in Herman and it sort of hurt my feelings. I mentioned that to my now best buddy Pat and he just laughed.

"Simon and Sons? Hell, they own the transfer station, garbage trucks, they have piles of money!" He snorted.

OK. I got that. It did pop into my head that I hoped Brenda made the skinny runt spray down the dash on that red sports car the little turd drove.

OK, so I was pissed off about not getting to date Brenda some more and pouting.

+++

I was barely 21 when Pat came over one day, wanted me to go with him. He said he had a surprise for me for my birthday. By then we knew a lot about each other, we went fishing together, drank beer together, sometimes drove around in his Jeep looking at women.

Anyway, I wanted a drink of water so I told him I would be right back and went inside.

I could see what he meant about Kelly by then, I probably saw her a couple of hundred times and I never saw her neck, not once. Legs either, her dresses came to the floor or she had on heavy blue jeans.

But she was always nice to me, so I was nice and polite right back.

Anyway, I went inside, by then I had the run of their house and just wanted some water.

Kelly was standing looking at herself in the mirror. She had on a turtle neck sweater, blue jeans. She turned and looked at me when I came in.

"Tell me the truth, Danny? Do I look fat to you?" She actually turned her back so her blue jeans covered behind pointed my way.

"I..uhh..no! Not one bit, whatever gave you that idea?" I knew Pat tended to be short with her, I didn't know why really and it was none of my business.

"Oh, Pat was telling me my..my rear end was getting lumpy." Kelly blinked a couple of times, I could see she was right on the edge of bawling.

The truth was she looked real slender to me but it really was hard to tell the way she always dressed.

"I can't really tell because...I mean, with those..uhh? I mean, you really do look great!" I managed to get out.

Kelly looked right at me, then she smiled.

"You look pretty good yourself, you have really filled out." She told me, which made me blush.

I guess I was, by now I weighed 165 pounds, way better than the 137 pounds I weighed when I got out of school. Plus I let my hair grow out which my Dad griped about every time he saw me, but it was the style. The crew cut I wore before made my ears look big, they did stick out some I knew.

Back outside, we got into Pat's Jeep and drove down to a local tavern. I had never been inside of one, although I heard some stories about this particular place that I didn't believe.

I about fell over when I saw that up on the stage was some woman without a single stitch on!

OK, that was fun. Pat took me there as his present for my 21st birthday, he said he was going to get me "broken in."

By that I had no clue, but I sure did find out!

There was a back room, we ended up in there and one of the dancers came in.

How that place stayed open is beyond me, the woman had my pants open and did things with her mouth that I didn't even know people did. It reminded me of that time with Brenda Brown but she just used her hands.

As the woman danced and wiggled around, she opened her legs right in front of me and let me look. There wasn't any hair or anything on it. When she reached down and undid my pants, I looked around quickly but it was just us in there and a little bit dark.

"Nice! You are a little cutie, aren't you?" Then she leaned forward and two seconds later had her mouth full. I don't think she quite expected it that quick because she made a face, then giggled.

Pat had vanished for about 30 minutes, later I saw him come out of a different room with a fake redhead.

That kind of surprised me since he had Kelly at home.

I didn't say anything on the way back, but I did feel bad for Kelly. I could tell he was pretty drunk, too, he was weaving quite a bit, good thing it wasn't very far to their house.

Inside, he yelled at Kelly to get us some beers, she meekly went and got them. As she handed the can to Pat, he reached out and grabbed her behind.

"Don't, we have company." Kelly protested, pulling herself away from him.

"Damn it, I have had enough of your shit!" Pat yelled at her. I saw her cringe.

"Get over here!" He demanded. She hesitantly went over to him.

"Strip!" Pat demanded.

"What?" She looked at him in surprise.

"I said STRIP!" Pat was very loud now, I knew he could show temper but this was way more than normal.

"Pat!...No! Not with Danny here." She appeared frightened, like he might hit her or something. Instead, he reached out and began jerking at her sweater.

I sat there in shock, not knowing what to say or do.

Pat kept at her until finally he got her sweater pulled off, she had on a bulky bra and was trying to cover herself up.

Then he got her down onto her back and somehow got her pants undone, he was dragging her across the carpet and she had to use her hands to try and stop him, but it didn't work.

I saw when she gave up and stopped struggling.

"Pat!" I started to get up, not knowing exactly what to do but I did know even being drunk myself that this was wrong.

Pat had her panties in a grip and tore them, then he reached up for her bra and she just sat there.

I was barely to my feet, poor Kelly was naked.

"Pat, stop this!" I shouted.

He looked at me, then back at Kelly.

"I was just teaching the bitch a lesson, she needs to learn to put out if she expects to keep a man around." Then he turned and stormed off to the bathroom.

I could hear him in there, retching.

Kelly stood up, making no move to cover herself at all. I was looking, I couldn't help myself.

"Danny, I am sorry you saw that. I don't know what is wrong with Pat." She turned and walked into their bedroom, shut the door behind her.

I went in to check on Pat, he was curled up at the base of the toilet. That was a mess, I managed to get him cleaned up some, picked him up and carried him out to the couch.

I made sure he was on his side, in case he threw up again. I didn't want him to choke. Then I went in and cleaned up the bathroom, put the dirty towels in the clothes hamper.

I checked on Pat again, he was snoring, so I turned to leave.

"Danny?" I saw Kelly standing in their bedroom door, she had on a robe pulled tightly around herself and tied.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Thank you. You are one hell of a nice guy." She said with a smile.

"Pat will be OK, I guess he was just way too drunk." I told her.

"Yea." She said bitterly, then went back into the bedroom and shut the door.

I went on home, walking. The cool night air helped me, I didn't want to drive the Rambler, afraid I might get a ticket.

+++

The next afternoon I went back over to get my car, it had a new battery and tires by then so it started right up.

Pat came out just as I was getting ready to leave.

"Hey. Where did you go last night?" He asked.

"Home." I said.

"Why? You could have just crashed here." He said. Hell, he was grinning like nothing had happened.

"I put you on the couch, you had a bit too much to drink." I told him.

"Yea, I guess. Come on in, Kelly has some pancakes and eggs?" He asked.

I shut off the car, got out and went inside.

Kelly was by the stove, she had on a shorty pajama set which was open at the throat.

In the nearly 3 years I had known them, I had never seen her with most of her legs bare, in a top that showed her chest and the tops of her breasts.

Except for the night before.

"Morning, Danny. Well, afternoon I guess." Kelly smiled at me. She came over and poured me some coffee, giving me a brief glimpse of even more.

"Doesn't Kelly look just bitching today?" Pat grinned at me.

"I...uhh...yes, she sure does." I stammered, doing my best to not blush. I noticed she beamed at me when Pat wasn't looking her way.

Breakfast was fine, that was all that happened but I thought about it all the way home.

I really felt badly for Kelly, Pat had been really mean to her and I couldn't see where she had it coming.

+++

Things changed after that, I quit going over there. Instead, I buried myself in my job at the mill, taking every double shift that came along.

I had already managed to save up enough money, so I put my Rambler into a body shop and had her completely redone, in the original pretty baby blue with the darker blue top.

I was down at the gas station filling her up when Pat pulled into the other lane in his big Jeep.

"Hey, Danny! Where in the hell have you been?" He asked.

"Working, I have been pulling doubles."

"Got the car painted I see, it looks great. Hey, come on by Saturday night, we are having a party."

It had been awhile so I told him I would.

+++

When I pulled up and parked, the first thing I noticed was there were no other cars. Inside, there was just Pat and Kelly.

Confused, I accepted the beer Pat handed me and we went into the living room. After maybe 20 minutes of small talk, Pat looked over at kelly and nodded.

She glanced at me and back to him, then without changing expression she got up and went into the bedroom.

I had just cracked the top of my second beer when she came back out.

I almost fell out of my chair!

Kelly had on a short negligee, it came to barely below her crotch. I could see the matching soft pink panties through the outer material, they had a ruffled edge. It was perfectly clear that she had nothing on under the outfit up top, her dark nipples showed through clearly.

"Well, what do you think? Isn't she pretty?" Pat asked me, grinning broadly.

"Yes, but....?" I had no clue at all as to what to say.

"Kelly and I...we decided she needed to be with someone else, you know? Get laid? So we picked you. What do you think?"

That night weeks before, when he had literally forced her out of her clothing in a drunken stupor flashed into my mind.

"I think Kelly is beautiful and you are lucky to have her." I looked her right in the eyes. She gazed steadily back at me, never changed expression.

"Great! So go ahead then, I want to see you fuck her good." Pat grinned.

"No. I can't, I like you, Kelly. I like you a lot and I don't think you want to do this." I said directly to her.

She still didn't change expression.

"Huh? Hell, I figured you would jump at the chance. Go ahead, strip!" He ordered.

The exact same thing he had said to her that other night.

"Pat, leave her alone." I told him. It was now clear that he was very drunk again. When I first got there he had seemed almost normal but now he didn't.

"I ought to whip your ass!" He growled at me, suddenly acting offended. I stood up at that, so did Pat.

He was clearly pretty drunk again, he took a rather wobbly swing at me. That by itself was crazy.

Partly because there was no reason at all to do that, and partly because working double shifts stacking huge cartons of paper bags on a pallet can change a man.

By then I was close to 180 pounds and my arms were no longer the skinny little things they were when I was nineteen.

I just grabbed his wrist, clamped down. He jerked on it a few times with no effect, then swung the other one. 

I grabbed it too.

"Kelly, go put something on, we need to get you out of here." I told her, as Pat squirmed, doing his best to get free.

Kelly looked at me, then at Pat. A slow smile crossed her face, she turned and walked into the bedroom.

"Kelly! You get back out here, dammit!" Pat was acting completely out of control. Kelly came back out, in her usual outfit, a sweater and blue jeans.

"Go ahead and get into the car, Kelly." I told her. Without a word, she walked out the door.

I knew the instant I let go of Pat he was going to start swinging because now he was in a white hot rage, swearing and yelling that he was going to kill me.

So even though I really didn't want to, I let go of one wrist and belted him. Just one lick, that was the end of his struggling.




Strip!



I checked him, he was OK, just cold cocked so I went out to my car. Kelly sat there in the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry." She told me.

"It's not your fault, Pat just needs to stop with the drinking." Kelly looked out the window and didn't answer.

I drove her to a motel, planning to drop her off and let things cool down.

"Danny? Stay with me, please? I am worried about what Pat might do."

So I did. I curled up in the lousy little chair, she slept in the bed in her clothes. After perhaps 10 minutes, she sat up.

"I can't sleep wearing my clothes, will you be upset if I take them off?"

"No, that's fine." I averted my eyes as she tugged off her outer garments.

"You didn't need to look away, Danny. You have already seen me." She actually giggled. Then she slid under the covers and was soon asleep.

It was a very long and fitful night, I listened to her soft snores, thinking.

My friend Pat had turned out to be something far less than what I had thought when we first met. I knew he drank, but I didn't know how much. I was thinking that it must be a lot.

+++

Pat was there, sitting on their porch when we drove up the next day. He had a very large red lump on his jaw where I had reluctantly hit him.

"Have a good time?" He glared at me.

"Not really, chairs aren't real comfortable to sleep in."

"You hit me."

"No shit, you had it coming." I growled right back.

"I suppose you fucked her, right?" Pat asked me the moment Kelly was inside.

"No, Pat. There is no way in hell I would do that to you. It wouldn't be fair to her because you were making her do it."

His shoulders slumped, I could see that when he was mostly sober he was just...Pat? Drunk, he was something else entirely.

Kelly came back out, I looked at her questioningly.

She picked right up on that, smiled.

"I will be fine, Danny. Thank you. You are one hell of a nice guy, you know that?" She walked right up to me and kissed me on the cheek.

+++

It was just over two weeks later when I read the story in the local papers. The cops had been out, an ambulance had been called. There had been another drunken row over there, lord knows what about this time, but Kelly had ended up bonking Pat over the head with her "favorite six inch cast iron frying pan" which I guess is what she told them since they printed that in the paper, word for word.

Pat got hauled off to the hospital with a concussion, Kelly went to jail over night, something about domestic violence and if one goes, they both go?

I was sorry about that but sometimes things happen and no matter what we think, there is not one damn thing a person can do about it, not really.

Over the next six months I lost track of them, busy with my own life. I got promoted at work to the position of Adjuster, no more packing 100 pound wrappings of paper bags, now I tuned and fixed the machines.

Plus dates were easier to get for some reason, my old Rambler was looking pretty spiffy and some of the ladies thought it was really a neat old car.

Which it was. She purred like a kitten, got great mileage, and when I touched the key she was running almost before I finished turning it.

And I discovered real sex for the sheer fun of doing it. Way late in life compared to most, some of my earlier experiences made me perhaps a little bit fussy? That's what I told myself, anyway.

I almost had to laugh one evening when a pretty little blond waitress named Sammi, I am not sure why "Sammi" since her name was actually Candice but oh well, noticed the small off colored spot on my dash, rubbed it with her finger.

"That won't shine out, maybe you can repaint it?" She asked.

"I was planning on recovering the entire dash." I told her, stifling the memory of how that happened.

"Oh, I don't think you should do that. This car is cool, looking all original." She told me.

Yea, it was. To hell with the Corvettes, the Mustangs, the funny looking little sporty cars.

Sammi was one of them that taught me a few things too. I came pretty close to trying to see if she was the one, maybe making things permanent?

But as it turned out, she had quite a few other guys that she liked to teach also.

It's the way things are, I suppose.

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I was very busy one Sunday afternoon moving things around in the brand new Condo I had saved up enough money to put a down payment on.

It was one of those "infill" places, long and narrow with an upstairs, built in what used to be a couple of yards between two older houses.

Someone knocked on my door, I answered it and there stood Kelly. It had been what, maybe 2-2 1/2 years since I had last seen her?

"Danny!" She grabbed me and hugged me. I let her in, gave her the two bit tour. She thought my new place was neat, I agreed on that of course.

We went and sat on my big fake leather couch and talked. I noticed when she walked in that she had on a flowery blouse, sort of thin because I could see a hint of a black bra underneath it.

Even the shorter skirt was a surprise, and her legs were obviously bare.

We were sharing the bottle of fine wine I had bought, planning to sit and have some, look out my upstairs window of my very own first place at the cars going by on the street below.

It was nice to have her there, someone to share it with.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Danny?" She asked after a long moment of silence.

"Sure, Kelly."

"I want to know...I guess I never understood? Why didn't you..you know..make love with me that night?" She asked. I would have expected her to blush, she didn't.

"I guess it was just the situation, Pat was my friend and then when he made you..strip? I felt that was wrong, and he shouldn't do that."

"I mean that night we were alone at that motel." She grinned.

"Oh. Well, same reason I guess. You belonged to Pat and it wouldn't have been right." 

"I see. It wasn't because you thought I wasn't attractive?"

"No. Of course not, you are a beautiful woman, so it wasn't like that. Besides, back then I had...never...?

"Oh, God. You were a virgin?" She giggled.

"Yea, sort of." Then due to the wine I suppose, I told her about my experience with Brenda, and how the small discolored spot ended up on my old Rambler's dash.

"I saw that, you should fix that." She giggled.

"I kind of like it, it's a memory of my first time." I grinned.

Kelly looked at me, her eyes narrowed slightly.

"I'm not married any more." She said quietly.

"I see." I answered.

"So what I am asking, would you like to be with me now?" Her voice went husky.

"Very much." I grinned.

She stood up and held out her hand, I took it and she led me into my bedroom.

I was just 26 years old by then, Kelly had to be around 45. 

Blessed with smallish breasts, there was barely a hint of a sag. Her tummy was flat as a pancake, actually a bit muscular. Her hips were slender, in fact her body would have put several of the women I had dated to shame and all were much younger.

The real surprise was there was not even the slightest hint of what had been her overly modest attitude, that part I concede I did not understand.

Our joining was slow, delightful. It lasted nearly the entire rest of the day. I do know she looked up at one point, her body soaked in sweat, her hair all astray and in her eyes.

"Jesus!" She whispered.

I was erect, for the third time. Oh the wonders of youth, I suppose but this was fantastically exciting for me.

Finally, Kelly made me stop.

"God. I want to, but I can't. You are making me sore." She tittered.

Kelly stayed with me all that night, the next day and all the next night. We ate, sipped some wine, slept, and played.

Monday morning I woke up, time to go to work.

Kelly was already up, fully dressed. She was sitting in a chair, waiting.

"I need to go." She told me.

"I don't want you to." I said.

"Yes. I guess I don't want to either."

"So when can I see you again?" I asked her.

"You can't."

"Why not?"

"I...I met a guy, he is my age and good to me. We are getting married next weekend."

Now that was a surprise.

"Really? Then why come here, be with me?" I asked.

"I wanted to, I always did want to. When I was with Pat, he was always pushing me to...do it with someone else but I didn't want to. Except with you. With you, I did." She smiled.

I just looked at her.

"That night? I would have, you know."

"But what about the guy..the one you are going to marry?"

"I told him about you. He told me he loved me and to go get it over with because once we are married, I never can."

"That's..weird, I guess." I managed.

"Yea. It is. You are great, Danny. This has been the best time in my entire life!" She came over, leaned down and kissed me.

Then she shoved one hand underneath the blanket, stroked me a couple of time.

"Damn, I am going to miss this!" With a laugh, Kelly was gone.

Crazy stuff, some of the things people do. Me too, I guess, imagine getting an almost public blow job in the rear of a nasty tavern, I did that.

I am also human, that night in the motel? I know I thought about it, but I just could not.

Why would a man with a wife like Kelly want someone like me to have sex with her? It took me some time to figure out that all of the antics were part of a game he was playing.

At least I think so now, I am still not sure of it all.

I never saw Pat again, not to this day. I did see Kelly, on the street downtown. She hugged me, then introduced me to a guy named Paul who looked to be distinguished, well dressed. I watched as they went and got into a big Escalade, lord knows what one of those things cost. Kelly turned and waved at me as they drove away.

I was talking to my wife the other day, we were having a chat and I told her the story. Her name is Dotty, she is a soft and sweet little blond, as round as a female can be and in all the right spots.

She was no virgin that first time, but then, neither was I. It didn't matter, not one bit.

She listened with interest.

"Would you ever want us to do something like that?" She asked me when I finished my tale.

Point blank, part of what I loved about Dotty.

"No. No way in hell, babe!" I told her. She laughed and hugged me.

"Want me to make us a pizza, honey?" She asked.

"Sounds good." I answered, reaching for the TV remote.

Normal stuff.

Isn't normal just fine?



Strip



Brian came home from work to find a tumbler with a generous serving of scotch on the kitchen table. An envelope and a black silk scarf had been placed next to it. He smirked as he picked up the note. It had been a while since Jen had pulled one of her sexytime stunts. A couple of months ago they were out at a bar when she strategically flashed him a recent purchase; crotchless underwear that showcased the lips of her pussy. Unwilling to wait until they got home, he fucked her in the car the instant their drinks were consumed. 

The note's instructions said to enjoy some scotch before entering the living room. He was then to sit in the chair she had placed in the middle of the floor and cover his eyes with the blindfold. Brian picked up the tumbler, inhaling the sharp scent of the alcohol before pressing the glass to his lips. He could only imagine what she was up to. 

"Jen?" he called out but she didn't respond. Their apartment wasn't huge so if she were home, she heard him. "Jenny?" he called again, but was met with silence. He took a couple more sips of scotch then decided to do what he was told. 

Brian walked into the living room with the scarf in his hand and sat down in the chair, glancing around the room before tying the soft silk around his eyes. He wished he brought the rest of the scotch with him but didn't want to interrupt her plan. He waited, only hearing the sound of his shallow breathing. His skin felt prickly with anticipation wondering where she was. He thought about removing the blind fold and looking for her but as the idea entered his mind he heard the familiar click of high heels moving down the hallway toward the living room. He grinned as she got closer.

"Well look at you. Such a good boy." she purred, her palm gliding down the stubble of his cheek. 

"Hey there." he tilted his face upward wanting to kiss her, but she had sauntered off leaving a trail of musky vanilla in her wake. 

Brian heard Jen turn on her iPOD which was nestled into a pair of speakers on the coffee table behind him. Sultry music filled his ears. All his nerve endings were standing at attention as he sensed her body. She slid her palms down his torso, her finger tips stopping when they met his belt and then slid back up again and over his shoulders. She untied the blindfold, dropping it. Brian turned to look at her but she moved his head, making him face forward. 

"Not yet." she whispered. 

He delighted in the anticipation of seeing her. The music continued as she rubbed his nipples through his shirt, making them hard before giving them a light pinch. Her body danced to the side of the chair. With her back to him and her ankles spread just slightly she squatted down then slowly stood, her firm ass teasing him. He watched her lovely thighs strut forward, her black thong showing off the muscles of her rounded cheeks. Her legs parted wide as she rolled her hips to beat of the music. She bent forward at the waist for a beat before snapping herself back up, her glossy hair raining down over her shoulder blades.

Brian's cock began stirring in his pants. His knees parted wider as she turned around, her fingertips tracing the top of her breasts peeking out of the royal blue bra with the black lace. Jen squatted down again and bounced, spreading her knees offering Brian the slightest peek of her lace covered pussy before closing them and strutting over to him as he reached out for her. 

"No touching." she winked as she straddled his lap. She pushed his face into her cleavage as her hips started grinding against his erection. He inhaled the scent of her body, glistening with a sheen of sweat. It was all he could do not to push that tiny piece of fabric away from her cunt and fuck her. 

Jen stood, releasing his head then turned around, her hands clasping her knees as the pale globes of her ass gyrated just above his lap, teasing his cock. She stood, turned to look at him and smacked her right ass cheek before prancing away, her fingers unhooking her bra. Slowly, with her back to him, she turned her head to watch him as she pulled the straps down her arms then tossed the garment at him, grinning. 

He unzipped his pants and reached for his cock as the bra slid off his lap. He relaxed into the feeling of his hand stroking the stiff flesh as Jen's torso bent forward again, hips swaying a little from side to side as her thumbs hooked into the waist of her thong. She pulled it down the length of her gorgeous thighs allowing him a peek of how wet she was. 

She stood slowly, and then pirouetted around to face him again. She pinched her excited nipples while swishing her hips from side to side. Brian began stroking himself faster as she dropped to her knees, spun around and spread her legs, bending forward so he could watch as her fingers work her pussy. He heard her labored breathing turn into moaning and he thought she was going to come right there. She lifted herself up to all fours instead, then gracefully fell to one side, opening her legs wide in a straddle position teasing him with her dripping cunt before snapping her legs closed and lifting herself up off the floor. 

"Are you close?" she asked as leaned forward, her face inches from his.

"I am." Brian tightened the grip on his dick as Jen straddled him. The music was coming to an end as she lowered herself onto the head of his erection. Her pussy sucked on him as she moved up and down on this tender spot. He resisted the urge to grab her hips and slam her down the length of his shaft. He didn't want to be teased any longer.

Jen began making little circles with her hips, allowing her body to swallow his length with each rotation. Brian felt the base of his spine tingle as she made her way down. When her body made full contact with his, he let go, his dick spasming against the tight walls of her cunt. Her hips continued to work greedily against him though, her clit lighting up as it made contact with his body until the spark of her own orgasm shot through her center like an exploding firework. Jen cried out as the sensation overtook her, drowning her body in pleasure. When her orgasm subsided she relaxed against Brian's chest as her breathing made its way back to normal.

"I am one lucky bastard." Brian whispered into her neck. 

"That you are." she teased, feeling quite lucky herself.



Strip Basketball Game



Hi again! This is my 2nd story and to be honest I was much encouraged that my 1st story was very high rated and it was (at least at the moment I wrote this one) within best 75 stories! Thank you all! Since I do not write in my language I had much help from my friend MirageLM who is an author in Literotica. He helped me much with my English as well as on how to express emotions and to describe myself! I hope you like this story too. And since some people here asked if my 1st story (see Bar Made) was 100% true the answer is no; neither this one is 100% truth but is based on 100% truth incident and some parts actually happen. I left to your imagination to find out what was truth and what was fiction! 

Kisses to all, Hellen_S 

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This story took place the summer of 1998 in Greece (my country) in a place called Loutraki (far away from the place I live). I was there for summer holidays with my boyfriend Mike (We have broke up now… His loss!!!). Mike liked to play basketball a lot and I occasionally join him. I play very well for a woman, though basketball is not my favorite game (I am a former track athlete and I enjoy most beach volley). One day in the afternoon Mike suggested we go to the indoor gym and play some basketball. I didn’t feel like playing, but he insisted so much (Mike did that… He was like a child when he wanted something), so I decide to join him. I told him that I will go with him, but I will not play. He agreed (He likes to play in front of an audience!) 

We went to the gym expecting to find more people there so Mike could play. He usually finds some people and they play 3 against 3 or 4 against 4 shooting on a single basket. Since I wasn’t going to play I wore a skirt (kind of short, 10cm above the knees, but very loose and easy to wear), a white T-shirt and flat shoes. Since I wasn’t going to play I didn’t wear an athletic bra. Actually I didn’t wear any bra at all! Most times I like to go out without a bra. In Greece the summer is very warm and my tits enjoy the liberty to be free under my T-shirt. Furthermore, I love the looks I get from men when they realize that my tits are free under my T-shirt. Sometimes this make my nipples get harder and this attracts even more looks! 

Before continue the story let me describe myself: I have black hair and my eyes are brown. I have rich, full lips, very nice teeth and a great smile (At least all my friend told me to smile a lot!). For a woman in Greece I am considered quite tall. I am 177cm high (this is something like 5’10) and rather thin, not much thin, more athletic type. I mean my arms and legs are not quite thin, but not at all fat. I weight 54Kgrs (Which honestly I don’t know how much it is but I am thin… trust me on this!) which is Ok for my height for a regular woman. My best part of my body I think is my tits. I haven’t made them nor did anything to them and I am proud of them. They are full and have dark nipples that erect themselves when I feel sexy. I used to swim topless in beaches that is allowed, but not near my hometown, or near to people I know (except very close friends). So, imagine me wearing just a skirt and a white T-shirt! 

So, to continue with the story, when we arrived at the gym there were 4 people playing 2 against 2 and a couple waiting. After finishing their game Mike asked to join them and they agreed. They asked the other guy who was waiting and he said that he will play only if they let his girlfriend play too. Mike asked me to join them so there were 2 girls playing, but I said no. After some discussion and since they will be 4 against 3 and Mike couldn’t play I decide to join them. 

We shot some warm up shots and I realize that it was difficult for me to play basketball wearing a skirt. I mean the cloth didn’t bother me at all, but since it kept lifting up every time I jump it showed at lot of my panties. I forgotten to mention that I didn’t wear athletic panties but a black lace semi see-through g-string. 

Soon I started to enjoy the attention I got and I was feeling kind of turned on. I mean, every time I tried a jump shoot my tits bounce under my T-shirt and all the men in the basketball court keep looking at my nipples that have became really hard, like they try to pop through the T-shirt fiber. Additionally, every time my skirt rose up and exposed my naked ass I felt the air under my skirt and realized that my pussy is started to get a little wet. You know not much wet, not like I was really ready for sex, but like when is in the beginning of a good foreplay! 

After a long warm up during which all the guys kept offering me the ball, in order to look under my skirt when I jumped, we formed two teams 3 boys in each team and 1 girl. I was in the opposite team than Mike. Then they decide that our team would keep their shirts on and the other will have to remove theirs (so to distinguish between team members). So all people in our team remain clothed and all boys from the other team took their T-shirts off. Since no-one mention to the girl in the other team something, she also took her T-shirt off. I was surprised, but she wore he bikini top underneath so it was ok. 

Her action had an immediate effect on the men. I mean she completely took almost all their attention for a couple of minutes. During the game some of them they tried a few times to rub against her and when she got the ball they move their hands higher on her body. 

On the other hand when I got the ball they manage to stand behind me, so to have a clear view of my ass when I was shooting. I bet they loved to watch the tan lines of my bikini and my white buttocks that were in antithesis to my darker skin in my tanned thighs. The other girl didn’t played a good level of basketball, so she didn’t ask for the ball many times and most times she pass the ball rather than shoot, but still she was getting much attention! The attention she got made me kind of want to get even more attention for myself! 

The first game was a disaster for our team. It was also kind of funny for me. They way I was running and jumping up and down they all could see my naked butt (since the g-string didn’t cover it a bit and the skirt was always flying). It was also obvious to all that I didn’t wear any bra, since my tits were also bouncing up and down inside my T-shirt. 

During the game I could feel the men looking at my bare ass while I was shooting the ball. This make me feel very sexy and started to turn me more on. My nipples had become erect and hard from bouncing in the shirt. Since I had prespired due to the game now the men could see my nipples poking through the thin material of my damp white T-shirt. This cause them to stare at me more than the other girl and this attention make me feel better, sexier and like a star getting all the attention. Since we lost 21-4 (I scored 2 points out 4 of my team!) we decide to switch some players (so the game will be fair). Our team took Mike (he is really good) and gives a not good player and also told me to go to the other team so to be kind of even (since I was better player than the other girl was). 

After mixing up the teams, Mike had to wear his T-shirt and so the other girl. The guy who exchanged with Mike took his T-shirt off. I tried to let this be forgotten (that I was still wearing my T-shirt), but the girl ask me to take off mine too. I looked at Mike and he smile and looked away. I knew he was teasing me and he was expecting me to tell everyone that I wouldn’t do it since I didn’t wear a bra. 

To everyone’s surprise, I said: “Ok, but please excuse me… I didn’t have my bikini underneath” and before they tell me anything I took my T-shirt off and toss it away. My tits bounce free and I stood there topless. 

My dark brown nipples and round aureoles were in antithesis to my white firm tits. Although my tits were a little tanned there were quite whiter than my rest of my skin. This is because I had quite a few chances to swim topless – its perfectly legal in Greece and most girls are dare enough to do it- but in many occasions I had wore my bikini top too. My tits are medium to large size but my nipples are quite big and since they stood up very erected it offer a very impressive view to the men! 

All men stared at my tits and it seemed like an eternity until someone speak up “come on lets play”. During that time I stood there somehow enjoying the attention I get, but somehow regretting the decision to strip my self and kind of wanting to put my T-shirt on again. Felling like a movie star with all men putting 100% of their attention at me finally was the thing that kept me from dressing again. 

The next game was very fun. My team was passing me the ball very often and almost all the guys that play against me they used any excuse to “accidentally” touch my tits. First time this happen my heart beat like crazy. I mean it wasn’t from the basketball but form the excitement that a strange man was actually touching my naked tits in public! I felt some how embarrassed but also very exited. 

This made my pussy throb and get wet and caused my heart to race. Since I didn’t react to the first man touching my tits, all the others got more courage and started to “accidentally” touching my tits too. I was thinking “God what I am doing? I must stop the game and go dress”, but I was too turned on to stop. My nipples were very erect. I could see that Mike had also a hard on. 

When this game ended I told him that I noticed that he had a hard on and he said that he was enjoying this very much and he admitted that he was very turned on too. He also told me that the only thing better was to do it totally nude. I told him that I would do it if he wanted me too, but how? I could not just say to all “My guy thinks that is very erotic to play nude, so do you mind to strip and play nude?” So Mike came up with an idea. 

During the break between games he broke the 2 buttons from my skirt leaving it staying in place only from one button. When all people return from drinking water we started the next game. The first time I took the ball, Mike manage to be near me, grabbed my skirt and “crassssstsssssssss” the last button broke and the skirt fallen down. 

The game immediately stopped. I took the skirt in my hands and without covering, check it. I told anyone that is damaged and I could not wear it and play. They all looked very disappointed and Mike told me “Come on! Is like wearing a bikini! Besides you will play better this way. The skirt was interfering your moves!” I pretended to think about his idea and finally agreed. I thought that was the plan Mike had in mind. 

So I found my self playing basketball wearing only a semi see-through black g-string. After playing a lot and the game was 17-17 (the game ends in 21) Mike stood behind me and told me “Here it goes!” and before I could ask him what he meant he grabbed the triangle behind my g-string and broke the little fiber that holds it. I was found myself totally nude! 

I screamed “Eeeeeee” and all looked at me. I hid my shaved pussy with my left hand and told Mike “You are totally goofy! Look what you did! Can’t you be a little careful… You idiot”. I immediately covered my pussy with my right hand and I started to walk toward the bench we left our cloths and told everyone that the game ends here. I could feel my clit erect and peeping out from between my pussy lips. I knew that the others could realize that I was wet and sexually excited. I started walking towards the bench doing this slowly and moving my butt very slowly. 

Then Mike told me: “Come on! Sorry… but can you play a few seconds? Its 17-17”. I turn around and face him (and all the others) still covering my pussy with my right hand. My nipples were very hard at the thought that I was totally nude in front of everyone. All the guys were staring at me and my hand that was the only thing covering my pussy. 

The other girl was also looking at me but she had the look “you are such a slut”. I told Mike no, but all the guys kept telling me to continue to play. I could see that most of the men were also had erections. I pretend that I didn’t want to spoil the game, but I also didn’t want to play in the nude, but I acted like I was considering it. They all told me to play, since the game was important (Since it was so important why no-one offered my to wear spare clothing from the many they have?). 

I played hard to be convinced, but while I was telling them no, I had already moved my hand to my side allowing all a perfect view to my pussy. I did it casually like it happened while talking and didn’t notice that I had uncover my pussy. My pussy was then in clear view for anyone to see the shaved skin around the red outer lips and the thin line of unshaved silky hair just above it. The moment they all saw my shaved pussy and my clit thought the lips spread open from excitement, nobody said a word and all started to breath more heavily and watch silently. Their stares at my naked pussy made my nipples ever harder (I could not believe that they could get as hard as that). My heart was racing with excitement. 

Finally I agreed. I started to play all nude basketball in front of 5 people (4 guys and a girl). That was very exciting mixed with emotions of humiliation. I felt embarrassed and turned on at the same time. During the game the guys touched me several times both on my tits and between my legs. It was very embarrassing to feel strangers’ hands slipping between my legs and feeling my privates, but also made me feel very erotic and sexy. During the game a guy even managed to caress the thin triangle of my pussy hair and run his finger between my pussy lips! The game took forever to end, since they all spend more time looking at my pussy rather than playing basketball. Finally our team won (I scored all 4 remaining points, since no one else was willing to end the show I was offering). 

After the game ended instead of going directly to the showers I make some relaxing exercises by spreading my legs while all people were watching me. Since I was stretching my pussy was completely exposed. I laid there spreading my legs apart and letting all men watching my wide open pussy, my inner lips and my clit. I was so turned on that I wish that Mike could fuck me right there in front all of them, or even all of them take there turns on me. 

I wanted to scream “please fuck me I am so turned on”. Of course I didn’t scream anything but Mike must have sensed that I was ready to do something beyond the limits (at least his limits), so he dressed and lifted me up too. 

I wore my T-shirt and realized that my skirt had no buttons to hold it and that I didn’t have panties underneath. I didn’t shower and we both rushed out of the gym. Walking back to the hotel was half a mile (on a road busy with traffic) and during this walk I was holding my skirt with both hands while Mike kept lifting it up! 

When we reach the hotel we were both wild. Mike started to fuck me before even enter the room and we both were very turned one and enjoyed the most of it. 

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Well that was my story! I wish for more encouragement that will help me to write more stories! And honestly I am enjoying this very very much!