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Marla

By: geronimo_appleby



The dark haired woman strode into the room -- confident, a confidence bordering on arrogance. Her hair shone beneath the glare of the spotlights, hair so unfeasibly black it had the blue sheen of a crow's feathers, hair so straight it looked ironed. The woman paused and time stretched for the Watcher, hidden from view, safe behind the wall in the voyeurs' cocoon. This was the sublime moment; the instant that the Watcher craved, this was the moment, the sum of effort, and the pinnacle of achievement. It was the instant of delight or disappointment. The Watcher had experienced the crush of frustrated plans in the past; there had been several failed efforts in times gone by.

The magnificent woman in the viewing room, believing that she was alone, behaved without affectation or self-consciousness, and, with a shrug of her shoulders, let the full-length leather coat drop to the floor. Luscious, thought the Watcher, she's luscious.' 

Marla, unaware of being observed, posed, hands on hips, in accordance with prior instructions. She prepared herself for her lover. She stood and thrust the smooth mound of her mons outwards, her face a mask of disdain -- aggressive, challenging.

She cupped her breasts in her hands and teased the nipples into stiff points. The saucer sized, dark areolae puckered as both teats thickened and grew. "Lovely big, heavy tits," the Watcher murmured, excited by the tanned body. The golden skin in contrast with bikini outline of pale flesh that patterned the woman's breasts heightened the Watcher's arousal.

A man entered the room; he was Armand, the organiser, naked, the trunk of his erection jutting upward in an angry curve, a scimitar of tumescent flesh. The thing was so stiff it barely swung as he slowly walked toward Marla. Then, again following earlier instructions, Marla turned slowly. As she moved she inspected the room while idly manipulating her nipples to elongated arousal. Spartan in terms of furniture the room contained a bed, a hanging chair suspended by ringbolt and chain, and a leather chair. There was a wide mirror set into the wall opposite the bed, a mirror almost as deep as it was wide -- a mirror that afforded the Watcher a view over the entire room. 

Marla's slow pirouette allowed the Watcher time to fully appreciate every sweep and curve of her superb physique. Tall anyway, Marla's height was exaggerated by the tight fitting, thigh high boots, boots of a deep scarlet colour adorned with spiked heels. The same heels clicked on the marble tiles as Marla continued her revolution -- a noise the Watcher found arousing. Sluts in high heels,' an internal monologue continued. The Watcher surveyed Marla from the tip of her silvered heel to the shimmering crown and whispered, "My oh my, what a delightful bitch. What a truly magnificent example." 

Marla sank into the high backed leather chair, she hooked her legs over the arms and her thighs spread wide. Having no idea she was being observed from beyond the mirror, that her intimate place was exposed to the Watcher's stare, Marla slid a finger between the folds of her labia and took several lazy sweeps at her sex. Her own touch caused a gasp to burst from her mouth as the pleasure pulsed between her legs.

Armand slid his fist along the length of his cock several times before bending to kiss Marla on the mouth. The pair kissed gently at first, with the kiss growing more urgent as lust flickered and flared. Armand grabbed Marla's wrist, preventing the woman from stroking herself.

Marla moaned into the man's open mouth as the trickle of her excitement dribbled through the cleft of her buttocks. "I want to touch myself," she groaned. "I'm so hot down there, so itchy, I need to rub myself."

"Yes, allow her," the voice came through the earpiece lodged in Armand's ear. "I want the slut to rub her cunt."

"Do it then," the man intoned, "touch yourself, show me."

"Oh fuck," Marla groaned, as her fingers mushing around and around. "This is so nasty... Oh fuck, it's so naughty." Her expression altered into a grimace of absolute pleasure. Her eyes were tightly closed; the cords on her neck were taut lines of sinew as the woman uttered obscenities through gritted teeth.

The man stepped back, watching as Marla frigged her sex with frustrated urgency. He took several occasional tugs at his thick member, encouraging the thing to remain erect and upright -- goading it into anger.

"I want her to suck you," the voice through the earpiece ordered. 

The woman opened her eyes at Armand's touch on her shoulder. For a moment her expression was confused, her mouth hung slack and her eyes were glazed.

"Suck me," he commanded and offered himself, lividly erect.

Marla growled and bent to accept the proffered penis. Her painted lips stretched around the girth as she took a goodly portion of meat into her mouth. After a few moments of noisy sucking she let the thing spring from her lips and then immediately took it in hand and slobbered her tongue around the purple domed cock head.

"Big and thick," she hissed, "and so hard too..." She took several long licks up and down the shaft, "And those hanging balls," she looked up at the man and grinned, "are they full of come? Are you going to show me a fountain of spunk later? ...After you've fucked me?"

Armand remained silent, but merely looked down at the woman as she redoubled her efforts at sucking and slurping over his prick.

The voice in his ear ordered, "Paint her face with your glue. Smear the bitch with it."

Armand pushed his fingers into the woman's thick hair and gripped tightly, causing her to gasp with pain. As she stared up at him Armand grinned and smeared the gooey, purple, head of his cock over Marla's cheeks and chin.

"Oh god," Marla sighed, "that's so dirty. Use me, use me like a whore."

Despite his calm, professional demeanour Armand felt his arousal burning ever brighter as the enthusiastic exhortations burst from the woman's mouth. Her bright lipstick was now a smudged mess, her face was smeared with traces of goo, and her ruined appearance only served to further arouse the man rather than detract from her sexual allure.

The Watcher observed the scene and relished the sight of Marla being abused by her stiff cocked attendant. The sounds delighted the Watcher. Superb. What a body. So sexy... So curvaceous... Those big tits... "Open her legs, spread her legs so I can see her."

Armand obeyed and held Marla's booted legs apart. The Watcher savoured the moment. Marla's vulva appeared hot and swollen, her labia pouted and a steady trickle of syrup slid from the obviously clenching opening. The bitch is clamouring for it. Oh that pussy... So wet, so hot and wet. "Suck her clit. Slurp at her cunt. Make her wail!"

Armand bent to the task and Marla grunted at the first slow stroke of his tongue across her clitoris. She arched back against the chair and jerked into Armand's face, urging him to lick at her opening, to taste the honey that dribbled from her.

"Suck my pussy you glorious bastard," she urged. Please, please get me off. I need to come... The excitement, the build up... Oh god..." Armand lapped at her sex, taking slow, lascivious licks from the tight nub of the clitoris, splitting the sticky labia before swirling around the pee hole for an extended moment, causing Marla to squeal and shriek with delight. He moved lower, prising the firm flesh of her buttocks apart before probing into the stain of her anus, an action that elicited further shouts. "Suck my kitty... Lick my arse! Oh... Oh fuck..."

Armand then concentrated his oral efforts against Marla's clitoris, while at the same time launching a double-pronged assault on her pussy and anus. He slid his index finger into her slippery vagina and simultaneously pushed his middle finger against her reluctant arsehole. The woman grunted loudly when she felt both digits entering her body. Her mind, unable to cope with the sensations rolling through her, babbled incoherent nonsense.

"Fuck...I... No... Oh my god... I... I need..." Her voice tapered off into a long, drawn out moan. Her head thrashed from side to side as she mauled at her breasts. Her hips convulsed and her thighs trembled as her climax flashed, a white-hot starburst between her thighs, with the concentric circles of ecstasy rippling outwards from that core.

Marla fell suddenly limp, her immaculate hair now mussed, the gaudy lipstick ruined, and her face streaked with drying pre-come -- Marla was a bedraggled shadow of her former self. Her earlier magnificence had been thoroughly debauched, but this was only the beginning of the night for Marla, the Watcher had plans for her.

"Make her stand." Armand roughly hauled Marla to her feet. "Show me her kitty; I want to see how hot she is."

The man forced Marla to bend forwards at the waist. "Show me your pussy," he growled, "expose yourself."

Marla pulled the cheeks of her buttocks apart and revealed the dark rosebud of her anus. Her labia, puffy with desire, peeled apart with sticky reluctance at the pressure from her fingertips. Her opening gaped, slick and obscene, and gave the Watcher a clear view of her scarlet arousal.

Then, to Marla's stomach slide of apprehension and delight, the door opened and two more naked men entered the room.

*** 

It had all begun one balmy summer's day -- the kind of day that Marla favoured. She sat on the terrace and watched the world go by. She observed the tourists and the native Londoners alike as she basked in the warm sunshine by the Thames. She sipped at the frosted glass and enjoyed the sublime moment of carefree existence.

Then she felt the tingle and sudden flush that presaged male attention -- someone was looking. Marla took a surreptitious sweep of the pub patio. There was nothing immediately apparent, but Marla knew that she was being watched. Her sixth sense was highly developed, honed over the years, well used, and trusted. 

Men had ogled Marla since her figure had blossomed into voluptuous ripeness over the course of a single winter. Autumn had bid farewell -- in a celebration of ochre and bronze -- to a gangly girl, while spring had shone a beatific smile upon a lush beauty -- all traces of pubescent awkwardness gone.

Marla vaguely understood the affect she had on men. She knew there was something about her, something about the way she was built, the way she moved, and the way she looked...

She recognised the yearning in their expressions, realising early on that in her presence men were driven by the same mindless instinct that a dog displays when it scents a bitch in season. She had witnessed scenes of foolhardy endeavour by normally levelheaded professional types. She had endured several unpleasant close calls from the rougher element -- so she had learned to trust that sensation, that instinct, when it came upon her.

Another scan of the vicinity and Marla spotted a likely candidate. He was leaning against the railings, apparently looking across the river. Perhaps he was studying the dome of St Paul's; perhaps he was watching the river? No matter, Marla felt the notion that it was he who was observing her, despite his apparent indifference. 

Late forties, athletic, short hair, sunglasses. It had to be him.

Not bad. Marla mused. Even though she was the object of so much unwanted male attention, she was still human, she was a female animal in her prime, and of course she possessed the same needs and desires as any woman. She sipped her drink with practiced nonchalance, all the while keeping the man on the periphery.

Marla finished her drink, stood up, and deliberately made a show of smoothing her denim skirt over her hips. She lifted her foot onto the wooden bench and pretended to fiddle with the ankle strap of her shoe. She wanted to give the man a good, long look at her body and at her smooth, tanned leg. It wasn't often that Marla flaunted herself, but there was something about the man that made her bold -- she wanted him to see. 

Marla stepped down onto Jubilee Walk, turned left and walked off towards Southwark and the Millennium Bridge. As she moved, Marla gave an unnecessary and exaggerated roll of her hips -- if the man was watching she wanted him to admire, she wanted to show a view of London to remember.

Marla paused for a few moments outside the Tate Modern Gallery. She made a charade of deliberating whether or not to go inside, but secretly scanned the path along which she'd come. She felt a slither of disappointment when the man was nowhere in sight. He looked interesting. How long has it been since..? Marla was surprised to realise just how long an interval had passed since she'd last enjoyed a man. "Months, it's been months." She shook her head, "I'm too fussy for my own good -- too fussy and too suspicious." 

Marla saw him again on the tube. She looked up and felt the jolt of recognition when she saw him step into the carriage. He arrived in the moment before the rubber edged doors slid closed, stepping with nimble grace into the narrowing gap. Once again he appeared completely oblivious to Marla's existence, but she felt the tickle of her sixth sense as it kicked in again.

During the journey, as the train rattled, hummed, and swayed through the labyrinthine tunnels below London, Marla surreptitiously observed the man for any hint of interest in her. 

Finally, at Kings Cross, just as Marla stood up, he smiled at her. "Hello," he said and stepped off the train alongside Marla.

The suddenly direct approach caught Marla off guard. "What the..." Marla blurted. The man smiled again. Marla felt the blush sweep up her neck and burn her cheeks, normally so confident, so assured, Marla had been wrong footed -- an uncommon occurrence -- but the man's physical proximity and the fact he wore sunglasses even on this subterranean level unnerved her. It wasn't that she was intimidated; she didn't feel any sense of malice at all, the man made her uncomfortable in a way she couldn't define. He was physically attractive and he smelled divine -- Marla was fastidious about hygiene. She felt her body responding.

"I'm sorry," the man apologised. "How crass of me, I didn't intend to cause you any anxiety." And then, before Marla could recover he added, "but I have an offer for you."

*** Prostitution, Marla analysed her feelings as she deliberated Armand's offer. Plain and simple -- whoring -- no matter how he dressed it up.

"An arrangement," he'd called it, scribbling in a notebook and turning the page so Marla could read the number.

Marla was appalled at the figure he'd noted. "That's an obscene amount of money for an obscene suggestion," she'd said quietly. Marla felt as though she had slipped into a dream, surreal, bizarre. All around her -- in the busy coffee shop, outside in the world beyond the glass -- people were engaged with the everyday nonsense of real life, yet here, sat in front on her as calm as you like, he was suggesting she sell herself -- sell her body, allow herself to be... to be...

Used... used and abused. Even as those words slithered across her mind Marla experienced the first tiny pulse of excitement. The thought of behaving in such a wanton and depraved manner... Beyond the bounds of convention...

"No," Marla said emphatically and suppressed the nascent arousal. "What you're suggesting... It isn't decent. It's very wrong."

Armand shrugged, "As you wish." He'd noticed the flicker in Marla's eyes. He'd seen her pupils dilate, and he recognised the signs. He knew the wisest course was not to press the woman, to allow her time to think. The wickedness of his suggestion would slither and slink around in her head, polluting her thoughts and corroding her morality, he was almost certain of it. "A number–" he scribbled again on a page in his notebook. This time he ripped the page and placed it on the table in front of Marla. "For if you should change your decision."

Marla remained at the table after the man had paid the bill and left. The white page, roughly serrated where it had been torn from the notebook, lay on the table in front of her, taunting her.

Go on, a dark voice snickered. Take it, put it in your pocket. Marla's hand hovered over the page, then retreated. "No," she whispered and shook her head. "Don't... It's filthy, it's obscene... How dare he..." Marla was adamant. 

Nevertheless, when she left the café, the scrap of paper was folded neatly and secure in her wallet. 

*** 

The voice slipped into Marla's head like melted dark chocolate–  Go on, you know you're itching to call, it's just too tempting to pass over. The money -- so much money, and for something that deep down you know you want to do. You can be a whore for the evening. They lust after you anyway. Let them have you, but make them pay. 

"It's me."

"Who's 'me'?" He knew exactly who the caller was.

"Marla, from the other day, the coffee, the offer -- remember?"

"Of course I remember." His voice was ice. "What do you want?"

Again Marla found herself off guard, wrong-footed. Damn him. "I wondered..." She hesitated. "I wondered if the... Offer... If the offer was still open."

"Of course it is." He then gave Marla a series of instructions. He outlined his requirements and gave an address and time. "Give me an address, email, postal, whatever, there will be a letter," he continued, "read it, digest the contents, and then destroy or delete it, whichever."

Two days later Marla found herself surrounded by three naked men, men with hard cocks. She knew what to do. The letter had been very succinct. 

*** 

The men moved quickly, one took hold of Marla's wrists and held them tight, while the other forced her head low. Armand positioned himself behind Marla and bumped the dome of his cock head against her vulva. He pushed and felt a slight resistance before his cock pushed into Marla's body. Marla hissed when she felt Armand drive into her, and then she was forced to open her mouth and accept the second man.

With the third man holding her wrists, Marla was forced into an awkward position to suck the thick cock that was cruelly fucking into her mouth. She was in a whir of sensation, with Armand bucking into her in a hard, steady rhythm, and with her mouth stuffed unceremoniously with man-meat.

Armand pulled out of Marla and immediately knelt behind her. He forced her buttocks apart again and slid his tongue as deep into the dark flourish of her anus. He then slurped and sucked at Marla's pussy that was now leaking juice and making her labia slick.

"Oh god," Marla groaned when she was momentarily free of the cock in her mouth. "Stick it back in me. Fuck me. Hold my hips and bang me hard. I..."

Her urging was cut short by the insistent thrust of the third man's cock between Marla's lips, the remainder of her sentence reduced to unintelligible garbling as she moaned and grunted through the thick mouthful.

And so the scene progressed for several minutes. Armand fucked into Marla, his taut stomach slapping against the flesh of her buttocks. The other two men took turns in holding Marla by the wrists and alternately forcing her to suck their cocks. The sounds that reached the Watcher's ears through the sensitive microphones installed in the room were muffled grunts and groans of pleasure from Marla, the sound of slapping skin as Armand continued to thrust into her, and the slick, wet squelch of Marla's sex as she grew ever wetter.

"In the hanging chair, put her in the hanging chair and pull a train on the bitch."

Armand obeyed the voice and pulled Marla roughly across the room. He forced her back into the hanging chair and lifted one of her legs. "Take the other leg, Peter," he instructed, and one of the men moved quickly into position. "Fuck her, Anton," Armand indicated Marla's gaping quim. "Stick it to her, then its Peter's turn."


Marla. A Hot Married Party Whore



It's hard to remember that it was just a year ago, just after Christmas of 2009, that my husband, Ted, admitted to me that his biggest fantasy was to watch me in bed with 3 or more other men. Those who read my first story will know how it all got started. 

At first I was surprised, but as the thought worked in my mind, I got more and more turned on by the possibilities of it. I had enjoyed anal sex for a long time, and I've always loved feeling, hearing and feeling the pleasures that I'm able to give a man by sucking his hard cock into my lips until he cums deep down my throat. Then there's always the hot and exciting pleasure that I receive with a big cock deep in my always hot and wet pussy. But all 3 at once? And with total strangers? 

WOW!

And then on New Year's Day of 2010, Ted and I went out and picked up on 2 other very hot and good looking men to have my first gangbang threesome, completely filling all three of my hot and willing holes at the same time, time after time after time for two days! So hot! So exciting! So good!

Now, Ted was away on business for the first few weeks after Thanksgiving this year, and after the first few days, I was getting pretty horny. I decided that I'd break a couple of my own rules at least just this once by going out without Ted. 

All year long, I've received quite a few emails, mostly from guys that I've been fucking at parties, and those emails include several invitations. I knew that Ted wouldn't really mind, in fact, I knew he'd get pretty turned on by it when I told him. I decided to find out just how serious some of those invitations really were. I picked one that sounded pretty interesting and answered it, letting Mark know that I was seriously interested.

Mark answered within 30 minutes. He was setting up a party for one of his friends, and had heard about me from a couple of his other friends, Tom and Frank, who knew me from a batchelor party they had gone to a few months earlier.

To be honest, I didn't remember either Tom or Frank, but I had been to several batchelor parties over the last several months. 

Mark asked me if I would like to "attend" a batchelor party that weekend as the "entertainment" for a party of 30 men. 

"You know," I wrote, "30 men is a quite a lot for one little girl, don't you think? But I really appreciate the thought." 

The truth is that I had already fucked parties of up to 25 men, but I was feeling a bit hard-to-get. Darned unusual for me, but after all, this was just the first email so far.

He asked me to wait a short while as he checked in with some of his friends. I was answering a few other emails when Mark came back on the line.

"I've talked it over with Tom and a couple of others who know you, and they tell me that you're even better than you look, which is pretty damned good. We'd like to make you an offer. I know 30 men might sound like a lot, but we'd be willing to pay you. How about $500.00 each. With 30 men, that totals $15,000.00, and we'll take it nice and easy with you, if you'd be willing to spend a couple of nights with us."

WOW, I thought. WOW. Could I turn down an offer like that?

"Hmmmm," I wrote "I just might be ready for something like that. I don't sell pussy, though. After all, I'm not a hooker. What I WILL do is take your payment for my TIME. After all, once you have my time, my pussy, ass and lips are free. I AM a TOTALLY consenting adult, and once you pay for my time, you'll get all the pussy, ass and lips you'll ever want from me."

"We can get the money by tomorrow, along with a suite at Harrah's Casino over by Escondido if you'd like to meet us." Mark wrote "Or we can meet somewhere around Oceanside and drive you there. Do you know where the casino is?" 

I realized that I was about to turn a corner in my slut life. I was about to become not only a hot nasty slut, but now also a nasty paid whore.

But you know what? I was really, really getting hot and wet just thinking about it!

I met Mark, Tom, Frank... another guy I had partied with.... and 2 other guys at the casino entrance at 2:00 PM the next day. They took me into the bar, ordered me a drink and took my coat.

"Very polite." I thought to myself. I had dressed in an outfit like I just LOVE to wear when I'm hot for fucking, which is all of the time now. I had on a super short thin materiel skirt and a see-through blouse, an outfit that easily shows that I'm wearing absolutely nothing else under it. I love to show off my tits, ass and clean shaved pussy as often as I can. I am one very vain slut!

I'm 5'6" tall and weigh 123 pounds. I'd lost a couple of pounds over the last year. I have a small waist and slim, flat tummy, which helps show off my hips, which always get great comments, and size C tits, although I hardly ever wear a bra anymore. My tits had actually grown a bit in the past year, I expect that's from the constant stimulation I've gotten. I have long legs which I love to show off with a short skirt and high heeled "hooker heels", and long auburn hair, large dark brown eyes. The lips that I used to think were TOO full I'm now told are just perfect for sucking cock. 

I've been told by every man I meet that I have an ass to die for, and I absolutely LOVE using that ass!

I was in the center of Harrah's dance club, dancing and rubbing up to 5 of my "dates" one at a time, and then all together, rubbing my turned on body all over them while everyone else watched, and rubbing my hands up and down their crotches while they handled my ass, legs, pussy and tits. What a turn on. 

I wore a long, thin and slinky dress that really hugged the curves, showing off my slim waist and long legs, as well as my tits. I haven't worn a bra or panties in a long time now, and my erect nipples were showing through the top as if I was wearing nothing at all. I knew that everyone watching was sure that I was about to be fucked by all 5 at once. If they only knew! There were another 25 in the casino and in another 45 minutes we'd be meeting back in the rooms to fuck for the SECOND TIME!

When we had gotten to the rooms the first time, around 2:30 in the afternoon, I was given two huge rolls of hundred dollar bills. It wasn't until much later that I counted them. A TOTAL 

OF $15,000, $500.00 EACH FOR 30 HOT COCKS!!!

Those 30 hot and all good looking men were all crowded into a two bedroom suite with a central living area, one of three suites they had rented. 

I did recognize some of them, after all, for the past 11 months I'd been fucking LOTS of very attractive men around the area, so it would be purely accidental if I ever fucked a group without knowing at least a few!!

I was surprised to see Jeff there too. He was one of the first two men I'd fucked, with Robert and my husband, that New Year's Day of 2010, and had been in on several parties that I had fucked, either alone or with Melissa, a close friend of mine, and Robert's wife, who used to party along with me at times.

"Hey Jeff." I said. "I haven't seen you for awhile. It's good to know you're still around."

"Hey yourself Marla. I've been trying to get in touch with you. I've missed you!"

As I gave Jeff a big hug, I slipped off the 4" stiletto "hooker heels" that made me as tall as most men and taller than many. Then I slipped off my blouse and skirt and stood totally naked in front of all 30 of them. I was SOOOO HOT! I just knew they all could see my pussy juices dripping down my leg!

I actually pushed Jeff down on his back on the bed to undress him. Then I straddled him on my hands and knees and took his large cock deep inside that always dripping wet pussy. I knew Jeff well enough, and also his fiancee, Amy... it's really very surprising to me how well I get along with the wives and girlfriends of 

my regular dates... so that I was comfortable fucking him without a condom. Anyone that I 

DON'T know well definately has to use one. I am a nasty slut, but a very careful and clean one.

"Oh yes!" I screamed. "That's what I'm looking for! Now let's get some hot cock deep inside this ass. It's just aching to be fucked!"

Within seconds, I felt a HUGE and thick cock stretching my ass wide. I turned around to see the rest of the men stripping off their clothes and getting ready for me, condoms and all. That cock was probably the largest in thickness I've ever had in my ass, and it was stretching my tight little asshole to the MAX!!! It was one of the hottest and best ass fuckings I've EVER had! 

I reached out and pulled one of the others by his cock until he knelt down on the bed next to my 

head and then sucked his cock deep down my throat. It was too much! I had one huge orgasm after another, feeling the cocks in my ass and pussy rub against each other deep inside me, and tasting the huge cock deep down my throat as all three of them came together with me.

When they moved out of the way for the next three, I felt abandonned, but not for long. Within seconds, a second group of three was lifting me up on my back over one cock, almost a large as the first, and settling my well-used ass onto it, while the second laid over me, sliding his cock deep inside my pussy. I had to strain a bit to lift my head up to suck on the third, but I made it OK, while the others started masturbating over my tits and face. Within a few more minutes, I was getting a total cum bath, with hot and sticky wads of cum shooting all over me while I shivered in another orgasm. 

Absolute heaven!!

For the next three hours, I fucked sucked and jacked off thirty hot and gorgeous men. I had cum 

smeared accross my tits, my ass, my hair and all over my face. 

And WOW!!! I was loving every minute!!!

Now as I gyrated on the dance floor, I was also watching all of the other dancers. Judging by what I was seeing and hearing, I was going to have to make this long dress another of my regular "fuck me" outfits. The top was split down to my waist, tying around my neck with no back, and loose enough that whenever I bent over, it pulled away from my body, leaving my tits completely exposed. I am proud of all of my body, and definitely proud of my tits. 

At 32. my tits were still not sagging or droopy at all. I was thankful for all of the excersizes I'd been doing, keeping my tits firm and strong as well as my waist slim and my tummy flat. The skirt of the outfit was long, but had a split on the right side that opened all the way to my waist, so that every step I took showed off my leg and more to my waist.

Before we went back upstairs to meet the others and start another fuck session, I excused myself to go to the restroom. As I finished in the stall, I sat for a moment, touching up my make-up in a small compact mirror I always carried. 

I heard two other girls come into the restroom from the dance floor, one saying "Did you see that slut on the dance floor? Just what the fuck does she think she's doing?"

The second one answered, "What she's doing is obvious. She's fucking all 5 of those guys. I overheard them talking to her and they said they were all ready to go back upstairs and do some more fucking with her."

"Damn," the first one said. "Just what kind of a slut does she think she is?"

With that, I flushed and stepped out of the stall, looking at each of them and smiling.

"A damn good and a damned satisfied one!" I said. "Have a great night ladies. although I can 

guarantee you that you won't have as great a 

one as I'm having. And I will have a lot more before we're all done!"

"And by the way," I leaned over and whispered to them, "there's another 25 of them back in our suite. I'm enjoying all 30 men for the next 2 days!'

I washed my hands and walked out, enjoying the looks of shock on their faces.

Before I got 10 feet out of the restroom door, I heard steps behind me and a women's voice calling "Marla?"

I turned to see it was one of the two from the restroom.

"Yes?" I answered, then asked "How did you know my name?"

"I overheard one of the men talking with you." she answered. "I'm Annie. You know... what 

you're doing is totally different than anything I've ever imagined, but it also sounds really exciting. Can I talk a bit with you, or are you too busy?"

"I AM a bit busy right now, but send me a note sometime." I told her, and gave her one of my 

cards with just my name and email address. "We'll talk about whatever you're curious about."

"Great." she said. "I definitely will. I look forward to hearing about you."

I just smiled and left. After all, I was keeping 30 hot and horny cocks waiting.

We stopped a couple of times at the blackjack tables. It was obvious that the dealers were

a bit nervous and excited when I sat down, letting the split in my skirt fully open, exposing my legs completely.... right up to my clean shaved pussy. Then I scooted my chair up to the table, and leaned over, letting my top open fully, showing off my erect nipples to everyone that was looking. AND MAKE NO MISTAKE, EVERYONE WAS LOOKING!

I was so turned on by all the eyes checking me out that I couldn't play worth a damn, and lost the $200.00 one of the guys gave me right away. I smiled and said, "I guess it just isn't my day for this kind of gambling."

When we got back to the room, the others were already there and waiting. 

I love being nude in front of so many hot men, and they were ALL very gorgeous and hot men!!! so I stripped down right away. While they all watched and handled both themselves and me, I took out a bottle of oil I had brought and 

poured the scented oil all over myself. It wasn't more than a few seconds before there was 5 or 6 other pairs of hands rubbing oil all over me. I was in total ecstasy!

I dropped down to my knees and took one of the now totally nude men deep into my mouth. I had gotten pretty good at putting condoms on a hard cock with my lips, and this one didn't even seem to realize that he was already covered as he 

started pulling my lips deep to his balls while I sucked him dry.

Then I got up and pushed another one onto his back on the bed. By now, they were all wearing condoms so I kneeled over him and steered his large cock into my once again dripping wet pussy. I didn't have to tell them this time to kneel 

behind me and fuck my ass. It was being filled within a minute, and another 2 men were kneeling next to my head, one on each side, so I could turn my head and suck down first one cock, then turn to the other side and suck the second. The others were all watching and rubbing me all over while they waited for their turns.

For the next 4 hours, I was CONSTANTLY filled with two and three cocks at once, until every one of us had cum and cum and cum. I had never before had so many orgasms one after the other without end!

When we finally stopped out of shear exhaustion, one of the men decided to call room service for something to eat. We were all a bit too worn out to go downstairs to a restaurant.

20 minutes later, we heard a knock on the door. I was still feeling pretty hot, even though I was so tired, so I got up and answered the door.... still totally nude!

There were 5 men and 2 women outside, all with trays of food on rolling tables, and they were all pretty shocked to see a nude slut standing at the door to a room obviously filled with so many also nude men. The look on their faces was 

priceless! I have always loved seeing the shock on faces as men and women realize what I am doing with so many hot cocks. 

"What a slut!" they had to be thinking to themselves.

And yes, what a slut I am, and I love being so. And now, also, WHAT A WHORE!!! AND A WELL PAID ONE!!!

We fucked all night. Every time I dropped off to sleep, I woke up with a cock nuzzling itself into my pussy or ass, or both.

When I did finally get to sleep for awhile, I was woken up in the morning again with a cock sliding into me, getting me wet again instantly. This time I was on my side with one of the guys in front of me, slowly fucking my pussy, while a 

second one was on his side behind me, reaching around and massaging my nipples to complete erection while he slid his cock into my ass. 

Off we went again! For the next 2 hours, I had fucked and sucked them all dry again, and was loving what I was able to do to them, and what they all were able to do to me. 

Several of them had already showered, as I finished up on the others, so I stopped to shower myself. I dressed again in a totally see-through outfit. This one was another full but thin and see-through skirt with a see-through 

sleeveless blouse. Then we went out to one of the restaurants downstairs for breakfast. I once again loved all of the looks I received walking through the casino with 30 hot men while showing off everything I have. 

As we entered the restaurant, I could hear a lot of whispered comments.... but I couldn't make out the words. 

"Too bad." I thought. "I'd love to hear some of them."

The casino and restaurant employees were looking and commenting even more than the other customers, so I knew that the word had gone out around to all of the employees from the ones who delivered the food last night. That got me sooo 

turned on again! 

After eating, we returned to the rooms, which had been cleaned while we were out. I idly wondered what the maid had thought about all the wrappers from all of the condoms that had been used yesterday. 

"Oh well." I thought, "They'll see plenty more when they clean up tomorrow."

At one point, for something different, we all showered and went outside. During the daylight, the area around there is really beautiful, but I didn't get that much chance to see it. I was leaning over the food of Frank's car, taking his 

cock in my ass, while the other men were gathered around, partially blocking the view from the security patrols that were cruising around. A couple of times, the patrols pulled up to ask the group what was going on. I guess they weren't used to seeing such a large group milling around the parking lot, and they got quite a look as one after another of the guys buried his cock deep inside me. 

"Are you OK, miss?" One of them asked with his eyes wide open.

"Oh yes." I moaned to him. "I'm more than alright, I'm FANTASTIC!"

The patrol left, but I knew they must have spread the word around, because there were constantly patrols hanging around and watching after that for the next couple of hours as I sucked and fucked all 30 cocks again, this time in the 

parking lot. 

I was in slut heaven!!!

For the rest of that day, and the early part of the next, I fucked and sucked constantly. Even before all 30 told me they had the best investment ever in me, I knew that I had done a great job earning my money.

There were a lot of hugs, kisses and gropes as I left the group and headed home.

As I got into my car, I was smiling widely, wondering how soon I would be going out again.

But then, that's another story.

AFTERWARDS.

I don't want anyone to misunderstand me. I am not a hooker; not a prostitute. I don't sell my pussy. What I sell is my TIME. 

Of course, when you have my time, you also have my pussy, deep throat and tight ass, as much as you'll ever want. Hell, I even pay taxes on the money I make fucking.

I was right about Ted not being upset. He was so turned on by hearing about my weekend that he had to take me out immediately. That was another wild evening.

I DID hear from Annie, the girl I met at the casino. There was an email waiting for me from her when I got home. We met a couple of days later at a bar and grill, "Coyotes" here in Oceanside and talked for hours. She met me dressed in a pretty nasty outfit herself, showing almost as much as I was showing. I have a feeling that Annie and I just might become very good friends.

Ted gave me an idea of what to expect for New Year's eve this year (2010) and it is HOT!!!




Marla. A Hot Married Party Whore



He has gotton in touch with most of the 15 or so of my "regulars". Those are the guys that I've dated regularly and that both Ted and I know and trust to be safe and clean. 12 of them have committed to meeting us New Year's eve for a wild fuck fest. 

I always use condoms unless we both know the guys VERY well, but I really don't like them. These are the guys that we have known long enough now, as well as their wives or girlfriends, that we don't feel the need to have to use condoms with.

Finally! A gangbang where I can fuck and fuck and fuck without those damned rubbers! I love the feel and taste of hot, sticky cum deep inside my ass, pussy and throat. as well as the feel of cum being shot all over my ass, tits, face, hair. ALL OVER AND ALL INSIDE MY ALWAYS HOT BODY!!!

But that WILL be another story.

In the meantime....

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

My husband, Ted, is the creative genius of the family. It was his idea to first put these stories into written form, and he's the talent that wrote this one from my memories. So to him I owe the actual written accounts.

What I supply is my always wet pussy, hot, and still tight ass and lips that love to suck a hot cock down to the balls and drain it dry deep down my throat. 

I am, then, the "research" side of the family, and oh, how I love my research!

We BOTH add our vivid memories the parties, although this one, of course, is from my

memories alone.

As for me, I am 5' 6" tall, and weigh 123 lbs. I was blessed with a pretty face and a nice body, and I spend a lot of time and effort to keep it that way for my husband, and now for all the other men and women that so completely enjoy it! I have long auburn hair and long legs, a slim waist and flat stomach. I have been told many times that I have as ass to die for, and as for the lips I used to think were a little TOO full, men keep telling me what my husband always says, that they are "just perfect for sucking cock".

I definitely have more than my fair share of female vanity. Even the Marla of last December, before we first started this new and hot life, enjoyed dressing very feminine, although classy. 

I enjoyed being whistled at, flirted with, and 

yes, even propositioned. I might have turned a nasty look to the guy who is flirting or propositioning, but even then, a hot tingle traveled up and down my spine just from hearing it! Now, a whistle or a flirt, or a proposition will just as likely get a "peek" at the very least, in return.

I hope you enjoy reading these stories. I CERTAINLY ENJOY LIVING THEM!

Love and licks,

Marla



Marla and Her Dad



I met a beautiful Hispanic girl many years ago. The first time I looked at her face, into her eyes, I knew I would die if I didn't have her. It was Saturday at the flea market and she was with her father and mother. She was extraordinarily beautiful, obviously her father's daughter, same facial features, about the same size, but totally feminine and exuding sexual attraction.

To make this all a bit shorter, I introduced myself and within a short time we were dating seriously and I was thinking marriage. When I proposed to her, she said, "Yes, Robert, I will marry you, but there's something you have to know." What she told me knocked me violently backward a few steps.

"Robert, you know my father and I are very close, don't you? 

I replied, "Yes, of course, you have a wonderful family. I've never seen the slightest bit of contention between you and your parents.

And then she said, "No, you don't really understand. My father and I are VERY close." 

I hesitated for a moment trying to figure it out. 

"Robert, my mother has had physical problems for many years. She hasn't been able to be with Dad for many years. When I became a teenager, she asked me to help her out. In short, I have had to become not only a daughter, but a wife too. Do you understand?"

I understood. I have to confess, my heart took a major blow at the revelation. But after being silent for a moment or two, I said, "Marla, I don't know what to say, except that I think I respect you more now than I did before you told me. It must have taken a lot of love and compassion to do that." 

She said, "Robert, my getting married will be an awful shock to my father. He's not an old man, you know, and he certainly doesn't want to find a woman that will lessen his marriage to my mother, or go with prostitutes. And that would really kill my mother."

I didn't say anything except, "This is all kind of unexpected, I need awhile to sort it out.' 

I escorted her home that day, not knowing if I would ever see her again. 

The next day, I found myself in their living room with Marla's mother and father. I could feel the tension and I think everyone knew what was coming. After a coffee and some pastry I opened my mouth to speak, tremulously and maybe a bit too loudly, "Mr. and Mrs Hernandez, I have an a request of you both. I'd like to have the hand of your daughter in marriage."

I could immediately see the crestfallen look on Mr. Hernandez's face. It was like seeing a little boy who has had all his Christmas presents stolen. His head dropped down to his chest and I could almost see him crying. 

No one said anything for a moment and I spoke up again. "Mr. Hernandez, Marla told me about your situation and your special relationship." Silence again. 

"While I admit, it was a shock to me, I can't say I disapprove." Her father looked right into my eyes, his lips quivering.

"I want to assure you Mr. Hernandez, that after Marla and I are married, there doesn't have to be a change. Marla and you can continue the relationship and if you don't object, I certainly do not object." 

Everyone, including Marla just stared at me, and then there was an outburst. Everybody was laughing and crying at the same time. Marla and her father and mother got up instantly and embraced me. It was a tremendous, loving group hug.

Marla and I were married soon after. We now have two wonderful children, a boy and a girl, and if you're wondering, No! they do not belong to her father. Marla has been on birth control most of the time, except for the two times when we wanted her to get pregnant Her father had to learn to abstain for a couple of months. And after she got pregnant, I myself invited Dad over. He was so horny, he just burst through the door without knocking and ran up to the second floor bedroom where she was waiting naked for him on the bed. I wish I had taken a recording. It was like a Mexican supermarket up there. I couldn't believe the sounds I was hearing. And when he finally came downstairs after an hour or so, he had such a look on his face, that I'm sure the gods had blessed him. I've never seen anyone so happy or contented, except maybe me after he left and Marla called me up to the bedroom!



Marla and Me



Marla was always shy from the day I met her. But that didn't mean she wasn't prone to her wild streaks. She was. But 99% of the time she was a "good girl" who cringed at foul language and other disgusting habits. Yet, in bed after a little wine or a few cocktails, she could be an animal, mouthing the dirtiest sexual talk you've ever heard on late-night cable. Or the Internet. Which always intrigued me about her. Where did it come from? It couldn't just be the "booze" talking. I always felt deep down she was a sexual animal who fought to repress it and did a good job at it.

My only hope was to be there when those animal urges did emerge. I wasn't. But she told me about it later and spared no detail as I believe the telling of it got her excited again and it was a feeling from which she didn't want to let go.

Greg and Katherine, our neighbors across the street, were nice enough, about ten years older than us which put them in their late 40's. But they had a knack of letting you know you didn't make as much money as they did. The cars were nicer. The Christmas decorations were nicer. And they were always coming over to ask us to get their mail when they went on vacation to some exotic location. Why not call the post office? Katherine always intrigued me, though. She wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, but had a sexiness about her that made you want to watch her, whatever she was doing. She was blonde, tan and a bit overweight but with a great set of tits and a plump ass. She seemed to always be coming and going in workout clothes but never dropped a pound as far as I could tell. Greg was tan and fit and, I must admit, looked pretty good for a guy in his late 40's.

Secretly, I think Marla was jealous of Katherine and the life of privilege she led. She and her husband Greg seemed not to have a care in the world. So when Katherine dropped by one day to invite Marla to a party they were throwing that weekend, Marla was extremely excited. She talked about it over the next few days and how she thought this might be her "in" with Katherine and her rich, snobby friends. Why she wanted to get into that, I couldn't fathom, maybe it was a woman thing? "So the invite wasn't for me also?" I teasingly asked. "No. She didn't say, so I think it's just a girls' night," Marla casually replied. I suspected she really didn't know, either. I didn't care myself and had no inclination to press for an invite for myself.

The night before the party Marla modeled her outfit for me. Marla is one sexy woman: about 5'7" with beautiful creamy skin and long, cascading ringlets of dark hair that reach just below her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes sparkle. She was wearing a cute black dress with a plunging neckline that showed off her stunning chest: 36DD breasts with the tightest nipples you ever saw. Her ass had just enough curve on it to make it interesting. She had on black high heels and no nylons. "Baby, I could eat you up right now," I told her. "No, no, no," she said. "You'll wrinkle the dress."

"Then take it off."

"OK."

With that she lifted the dress over her head revealing her bare chest and black thong panties. I wasted no time, jumped out of my own clothes and wrestled her to the bed. We made our usual love. By that I mean we kissed, I sucked her nipples, she sucked my cock and then we fucked in a couple different positions before we both came in close proximity to each other's orgasms. That's what we do more often than not. Maybe someday it would change.

Party Night

Marla didn't stop talking all day about the party at Katherine's that night. I was kind of glad when the time finally arrived for her to start dressing and head across the street.

"What are you going to do with yourself tonight?" she asked me.

"Drink beer and watch football. Sure you don't want to stay?" She gave me a look and went on primping.

The phone rang and Marla answered it. I sensed it must be Katherine from the side of the conversation I was able to hear. Marla just nodded and didn't say much before hanging up and turning to me with a surprised look on her face. "Katherine wants me to come over a bit early and help set up."

"So?"

"Well, I wanted more time to get ready. Oh, well."

Marla was pretty much dressed and made-up so I don't know what the issue was, other than it was a "woman" thing. She grabbed a coat and purse and headed downstairs.

She called back to me. "See you soon!"

"Have fun and don't drink too much!" I yelled back. 

That was the last I saw of Marla until she stumbled in at 4 A.M. wearing part of an outfit I had never seen before. She looked incredibly used. I recognized the high heels but she had on fishnet stockings and some kind of silky outfit, a short revealing black and white dress of some sort that was pretty torn up. I couldn't believe it but she seemed covered in cum. Her hair, chest, legs, the dress all had some. As I looked closer the dress was wet and kind of reeked, frankly.

"Can I lie down?" she slurred.

I helped her off the floor and to the couch in the TV room, which was the nearest place of comfort. My mind was trying to sort through the range of possibilities this scene and these circumstances presented. I couldn't come up with anything that seemed remotely plausible.

"Marla? Marla, what happened?" Her eyes were closed but she was smiling. Up close I could see the dried cum caking her breasts and, if not mistaken, the dress was drenched in piss.

"Just let me be...for a...minute, moment..." Her voice trailed off and she was asleep. I grabbed a blanket and threw it over her and let her be. I thought of going across the street to see what was up but decided against it. I was at a loss with no idea how to handle the situation. Whenever I come up against a problem I don't have the first clue in solving I always figure the best thing is to do nothing -- for the moment. So I got comfortable in the recliner next to her and decided I would get the story in the morning and then take it from there.

Morning

Marla slept until noon before finally rousing up and wondering where she was and what she was wearing? And why it was damp?

I watched her as the lights started to come on in her mind and the details began to unfold for her. She started crying and saying how sorry she was. I just moved next to her on the couch and held her tightly and told her everything would be OK. She could tell me what happened when she was ready. She said she wanted to shower first and then she would tell me everything. So I waited downstairs for her to return.

When she did, and when she was done telling me, I couldn't believe the events that unfolded or how they would changes our lives forever.

Marla said she arrived at Greg and Katherine's door shortly after Katherine's call. Katherine answered wearing a dress that apparently put Marla's to shame: black and silky, low cut showing her ample cleavage, those tanned, freckled boobs I loved to ogle during the Summer months when she would work in the yard and we would have the chance to meet and talk. No stockings but high heels. Even Marla said she was taken aback at how stunning Katherine looked.

"Thanks for coming early, darling," Katherine said, turning and walking back into the house. Marla watched her a moment then walked in, closing the door behind her and followed Katherine, eventually into the kitchen. There, Katherine whirled and faced Marla ... and made a slight grimace.

"That outfit just won't work, Marla."

Marla looked at herself. "Why not? I thought I looked pretty good in it."

"Well, you do. But I don't want you to spill anything on it and besides," here Katherine paused for just a moment. "Well, you look like one of the guests and not the help." Katherine kept staring at Marla waiting for the recognition of why exactly she was invited to the party. It came quickly.

"You want me to ... serve?"

Katherine jumped in matter-of-factly. "Yes, of course. That was the plan all along. What? Did you think you were a guest? Darling, the people I invited are very powerful and very rich. I don't think you would get along with them ... even if you were an invited guest." She noticed the saddening look on Marla's face. "Well, now, don't be like that. It will be fun. I have a maid outfit all ready for you and you can still talk to the guests, just make sure you keep their glasses filled and the food trays stocked. It will be easy." At that, Katherine leaned forward and kissed her cheek while putting her hands on Marla's shoulders. "You'll do fine. Trust me. Now let's get you changed. Follow me."

Marla wasn't sure what to think at this point but all she could bring herself to do was follow Katherine upstairs to her bedroom. The shower was running and Marla assumed it must be Greg getting ready himself. 

On the bed lay a maid outfit still wrapped in plastic from the dry cleaners. Katherine bounded in and grabbed it by the hanger and held it up. "Isn't it darling? You will be so cute. Especially with that hot little figure of yours. Put it on, let's see."

Marla took the outfit from Katherine. "Where can I change?"

"Right here, what's the problem? Let me help."

Katherine began helping Marla out of her dress, unzipping it and sliding it over her hips to the floor. Marla wore no bra with the dress and she felt a bit embarrassed showing her boobs to Katherine.

"Don't cover up," the older woman told her. "Let me see those firm, full tits." Katherine stepped back and let her gaze wander over Marla's body. "You know ... those panties won't work, either. Slide them off."

Marla told me at this point she was considering running out and back home. But she didn't. She wanted so bad to be a part of Katherine's inner circle she would even subject herself to this humiliation. I never knew she felt so inadequate, socially. I sat there staring at Marla, trying to keep my mind from jumping ahead to all the possibilities of last night.

Marla continued, saying she slid her panties off and Katherine never took her eyes off Marla's trimmed bush. "You do nice work," Katherine commented with a quick nod to Marla's pubic hair. "What do you think, honey?"

Marla hadn't noticed that Greg was done showering and had entered the bedroom naked, still toweling himself dry, and his manhood dangling before him. Greg walked around Marla and stood before her, his cock growing stiffer as his eyes went from her bare breasts to her pussy and back again. He put the towel around his neck and held it with both hands, his cock now fully erect. Marla stole a quick glance and couldn't believe the size, nine inches at least and thick.

"Katherine, I think you made a good choice," Greg said, still eyeing Marla's body. "The guests will be very happy with the service."

"Hey, it was your idea, darling. Marla, Greg has been telling me ever since you and hubby moved in how hot you were and - ."

"She's hotter," Greg interrupted.

Marla blushed at the remark and she felt her nipples harden even more. She had never been talked about in such a way, especially to her face, by virtual strangers, no less. Marla didn't know what to do at that point and she thought that maybe Greg expected her to do something sexual. He didn't move, didn't take his eyes off her.

Marla broke the awkward silence. "You want me to wear that now?"

Katherine must have been in her own fantasy land because she seemed to startle and bustled to get the dress. "Yes, yes, sweetie. Don't bother with panties, the high heels are good."

Marla lifted the flimsy French maid outfit off the bed and held it up. There wasn't much to it. She slipped it over her head and struggled to cover her boobs with the sheer material. Looking down, she could see her dark areola atop her creamy breasts. And so could Katherine.

"Oh, my, my, my. That is delicious on you, hon'." The outfit was a size or two too small. It felt tight all over and Marla's boobs were spilling over the top. She glanced over her shoulder at the full-length mirror behind her -- half her ass was showing.

"Are you sure this is appropriate for your guests?" Marla asked, hoping against hope that her host would declare this all a joke and tell her to get dressed for real. No such luck.

"My guests? Oh, believe it. They are the most outrageous group. You'll love them."

Greg added as he got dressed, "She will before the night's over."

"Shut up, honey," Katherine said playfully. "Now, Marla, let's go downstairs and I'll show you what your duties are."

Katherine headed out of the bedroom and downstairs. Marla followed, trying to keep herself covered as she walked. She couldn't and gave up, resigning herself to the fact that all these strangers would see her naked body, at least at some point throughout the night.

Once downstairs, Katherine explained to Marla all that was expected of her that night, at least the maid part of it. Marla was to carry around plates of finger foods, refresh drinks and generally see that people were taken care of.

"And Marla, these are very important people. People you will want to know. Don't disappoint me, OK?"

Marla forced a smile and popped her left nipple back in the outfit. "Yes, Katherine."

The Guests Arrive

The party started at 8 P.M. and that's when the first few guests arrived. Marla worked fast and got their drinks settled before working the room with the trays of food. Guests began to arrive fairly steady after that. There were old men, young men (one looked barely out of high school), and their dates: older women, some classy, some slutty. Some outfits rivaled Marla's. Young women as well. The music got loud as did the voices.

From a corner of the living room, Marla heard Katherine's voice. "Marla, darling, can you come here?" Marla made her way to where Katherine was, sidling past guests who stared down her cleavage.

"Marla, I want you to meet someone very special. This is Frank Fordham." Katherine turned to look at the man as she said this. He was an older man, about 65, with gray hair and clear blue eyes, medium height and a hard, barrel belly that showed he had lived a comfy life. He wore an expensive looking sport coat, French blue shirt, open at the collar, and black slacks.

"My pleasure, Marla."

Marla smiled and would have shaken his hand but she still held a tray of hors devours.

"Jesus, Katherine, where did you find her?" Fordham was looking mostly at Marla's tits as he said this.

"Wait until you see these. I saw them earlier." Katherine proceeded to pull Marla's top down, spilling her boobs out. Marla let out a short gasp as her creamy breasts jiggled slightly, her nipples hardening immediately.

Fordham reached up and began playing with them, kneading them fully and withdrawing his hands to let the fingers pinch her inch-long nipples. The smile never left his face. People nearby began watching and telling others to look.

Katherine began explaining to Marla. "Mr. Fordham owns First National Bank, Marla. That means a lot in our town." She winked at Fordham. "Why don't you show Mr. Fordham that lovely full-length mirror in my bedroom?"

"Yes," Fordham said, "I would love to see it." His hands were still on her breasts.

"And Marla, when you set the tray down, don't touch your outfit. I think it looks better like that."

"Yes, Katherine," Marla said.

Marla had never shown her tits to strangers before. Now she could feel every eye at the party on her chest. She had set the tray down on the dining room table and Fordham grabbed her by the hand and lead her through the party-goers to the stairs. She felt various fingers touching her nipples and heard the catcalls and slurs. Some older woman in very expensive clothes asked "who's the slut?" as she walked by. Marla felt the part. Will Mark ever forgive me? She thought as she ascended the stairs.

Once in the bedroom, Fordham wasted little time.

"Get out of that outfit, slut," he commanded. He closed the bedroom door as Marla did as she was told, slipping the outfit over her head and tossing it to the carpet. She stood before him naked except for her fishnet stockings and high heels. Fordham eyed her coolly. "What does your husband think of your slutty ways?"

Marla twisted her wedding ring and thought of what to say. How does she answer that?

"He doesn't know," she said.

"Too bad for him. He doesn't know what he's missing. Come over here and undress me."

Marla thought it a strange request but there was no other choice. She stepped over to Fordham and removed his sport coat. He never took his eyes off her tits as she undid each button on his shirt. He lifted each arm in turn to remove his gold cuff links.

"Don't lose those, Marla. They could buy you."

Marla ignored the comment and started to unbuckle his belt but he told her it would be easier if she were on her knees. Marla did as he said and went to work. His tremendous belly, hard, bulging and covered in white hair, stared her straight in the eye. She now unbuttoned his slacks and slipped them down to his ankles, followed by his bikini brief underwear. Fordham slipped out of his pants and loafers all in one movement. Now he was before her, naked.

Marla had glanced at his penis, semi-hard, surrounded by a patch of gray pubic hair. His balls were the largest she had ever seen.

"Now, Marla, let's have some fun. Ever had an old man's cock? It works just like your husband's, I'm sure."

He grabbed Marla's arm and led her to the bed. He got on first and positioned himself on his back. Marla climbed up and laid next to him.

"You are a gorgeous slut. How did Katherine talk you into this?" He played with her nipples as he spoke, stroking himself with his other hand.

"Well, she didn't really talk me into it. I thought I was getting an invitation to the party, but she just wanted me to be a maid, I guess. I feel really stupid."

Fordham squeezed and twisted her nipple, causing her to wince.

"Well you should. Don't you know who's at this party? These are important people in the community: CEOs, surgeons, bankers, like me. Who are you?"

"A nobody, I guess ... "

"That's right. But by tomorrow a lot of the people here will know you." With that comment he started laughing out loud. Marla felt horrible, yet she never made a move to leave. She just kept stroking the old man's stomach.

"Why don't go down there and get my dick hard, sweetie?"

Marla moved herself down to his crotch, positioning herself on her knees she grasped his semi-erect cock with her hand. It felt soft and velvety, uncut. She stroked it, but not in a sensual manner. He noticed.

"You are going to have to get into this if you want to make the right impression, sweetie." She glanced up at her master, his clear blue eyes piercing the last of her dignity, deflating it. "Now, get that cock hard."

Marla simply said, "Yes, sir." Now her strokes took on new meaning. Inside she felt a wave pass through her, she was no longer Marla the housewife -- she was now the slut maid. She leaned in and kissed his penis gently, tenderly. In her hand it grew to its full hardness -- about seven inches.

"See what you can do when you put your mind to it. Now take it all." Marla adjusted her position slightly and swallowed his manhood. She sucked him deep and stroked his cock with her lips. All the while Fordham whispered nasty comments to her, telling her what a slut and whore she truly was. She closed her eyes and bent to her work.

"You know, sweetie, as much as I like a good cock-sucking... there's something I love even more."

Marla looked up. "What, Mr. Fordham?"

"A good ass-licking."

Marla flinched a bit. She had never done that, never conceived of doing it. She asked herself if she should run now? But she didn't run. And because she didn't Fordham twisted himself around and laid on his big belly, his ass high in the air. Marla had moved back to facilitate this move and now was staring at a lumpy, hairy ass. She wasn't entirely sure what to do.




Marla and Me



"Get to it, honey. I'm expected back at the party eventually." 

Marla moved in behind him, crouching on her knees, spreading his ass cheeks with her hands, his musky smell rising to her nostrils. Just do it, she thought to herself. And she did. She buried her face in his paunchy flesh and reached her tongue forward, feeling and tasting his soft bung hole.

"Oh, Marla -- you do have skills." He moaned and made more derogatory comments about her. Marla pulled away and used just the tip of her tongue to tickle his hole, then plunged it inside, she could feel the rim and her tongue disappear inside. Then she started fucking his hole with her tongue.

"That is marvelous!" It was a woman's voice -- Katherine's voice. Marla was startled and stopped for a moment. "No, don't stop. Finish what you started."

Fordham looked over at Katherine. "I'm glad you're here. I was just about to shoot on her face."

Katherine walked to where Marla was still working on Fordham's ass and put her hand on Marla's head, pushing her deeper into his crack. "Get all the way in, sweetie. You missed a spot." She laughed, further humiliating Marla.

Frank moved away from Marla's tongue and pushed her back onto the bed. Then he kneeled over her and began jacking his own cock. "Open up, my slut." Marla obeyed and opened her mouth, wide, and left it open. It didn't take long for Fordham to shoot his sticky cum all over her face and in her mouth. For an older man, he could still perform. "Lick it up, slut. Don't waste any."

Katherine watched intently as Marla moved her tongue around her mouth, gathering in his cum from her lips. She looked at Frank. "Nice work, babe. Do you think it's time for the leash?"

"Are the guests suitably ready?"

"Oh, I think I prepped them for what's to come," Katherine said mischievously. Marla didn't like the sound of her voice at all. Katherine walked over to a drawer and pulled out a studded dog collar and a long leather leash. She turned around and walked back to Marla.

"Put this on, slut." She tossed the collar on the bed next to Marla. Marla sat up, felt the wetness of Fordham's cum still on her face, and fastened the collar around her neck. "That's good. Fits nicely." Katherine then attached the leash to the collar as Fordham got himself dressed again.

Katherine yanked on the leash and Marla stood up straight, balancing on her high heels. She had a slight rip in her fishnets. Katherine ran her hand up the leash until she gripped it several inches from Marla's face, then tugged hard, pulling Marla closer to her.

"Now listen, slut. Mr. Fordham is going to take you downstairs. You do as you're told, whatever you're told, and the video of you licking Mr. Fordham's ass won't show up anywhere. Understand? Ready, Frank?"

Fordham tightened his belt and took hold of the leash. "You bet. Come, my slut. The guests are waiting."

With that, Marla was led downstairs.

At this point, Marla struggled to remember the details of the rest of the party. She knows that the 30 or so guests all had sex with her, both the men and the women. She ended up in the bathtub of one of the bathrooms and several of the men used it as a urinal while she was in it, which explained the pee smell.

"I'm so sorry, honey. I know you wanted this to be your big chance to get into that world," I said softly to her.

She looked at me, her eyes still red from the experience and the telling of it. "I am in that world now. Mr. Fordham is having a party at his house Friday night, I'm invited."

"Well you aren't going! Are you nuts?!" I was getting furious, and confused, not knowing if she really wanted to go or not. Then she reminded me of something.

"The video, honey. They have the video."

Just then the doorbell rang. I told Marla to wait there and went to answer it. It was Greg. He had a DVD in his hand.

"Hi Mark -- sorry we kept Marla so long last night. The guests just wouldn't leave." He smiled at me. I wanted to punch him but refrained.

"Hey, that happens. What can I do for you?"

"I wanted to give you this." He held out the DVD. "A little souvenir from last night for Marla for being a good sport. You both should enjoy it. And please let Marla know that she should have the outfit dry-cleaned and ready to go before Friday." He paused, as if in deep thought. "You know, Mr. Fordham's bank is a big sponsor of the local college football team. There should be a few players there at his party. Let Marla know, eh?"

With that, he turned and left, walking back across the street to his house. I looked down at the DVD, wondering when Marla might take a nap so I could watch it alone.



Marla and the Neighbors



We met John and Leisa soon after we moved in next door to them. They were a nice couple, a few years younger than Marla and I, who are mid-to-later 40's. John and Leisa probably early 30's. And fit. Which was one of the differences between us.

Marla and I had very busy schedules (she managing a busy real estate office, me a financial adviser) and one of the things that often went by the wayside was working out and exercising. Oh, we would go for walks and hiking, but nothing day-in and day-out committed. It seemed John and Leisa were always exercising and it showed.

All this isn't to say Marla was not attractive (or me either, for that matter). Marla had nice, mature curves, a 36-dd chest with large areola and large nipples that would stand out half an inch when hard. She had a mane of curly black hair and wide hips and noticeable ass. No, she was quite a package and men looked her way. But she wasn't a hard body like Leisa, and that bothered her.

"I really, really, need to work out more," Marla told me one day looking in the mirror. "Have you seen Leisa out running at all hours of the day? It's no wonder she's skinny as a rail."

"Oh, she's not so skinny..." I tried to be helpful, but Marla picked up on what I was maybe sub-consciously truly saying: Leisa had great tits. Large, firm, not fake, but they jutted nicely from her fit core.

"You just like her boobs!" Marla kind of teased. "That's OK, I can look at John working in their backyard from our bedroom window, so we're even."

That was a little detailed, I thought to myself. I wondered if Marla had been watching him, as it was spring time and he was working in the yard a lot, sometimes shirtless even with the mild temperatures. From our second floor bedroom, the view would be ideal. John was, well, buff, there's no other way to put it. He must have done some weightlifting in his past and never stopped. He wasn't huge, but every muscle seemed developed on his nearly hairless body. I wondered if he shaved himself because Leisa sure didn't. She had blonde hair all over her nicely tanned body: her arms, her thighs, at the small of her back (I notice everything). But it looked sexy on her fit body.

"OK, well," I picked up the conversation, "I guess I will have to board up the bedroom windows then."

Marla laughed and continued to get dressed for work, and so did I.

******

When I pulled into the driveway I saw Marla talking to Leisa on Leisa's front lawn. Leisa looked like she was about to go running (probably for the second time today) and Marla was doing a lot of listening. I walked over, of course, because Leisa looked fantastic in her workout outfit: tight black running gear that hugged every inch of her body and made her tits look even bigger. I could see the freckles that topped the beginning curves of her breasts.

"Hi, sweetie, Leisa was just telling me about her workout routine. I'm going to start!"

Leisa looked my way. "Yes, I'm going to pick up some workout clothes for her at a place where I get a discount and we're going to start running twice a day. You should join us."

I smiled. Running was my least favorite thing. "Well, you ladies get it started and I will join in at some point. Thanks for the offer though."

Leisa smiled at Marla. "Let me know your sizes and I will get the outfits. Come over later this evening and you can try them on."

"Sounds good. Thank you so much."

"Well, sometimes all we need is a little motivation." With that Leisa took off running and Marla joined me as we walked into the house. As we entered the kitchen Marla said, "you can't tell me you don't want me to look like that! I mean, her body is perfect."

"Hey, hey, what's makes you think I don't think you have the perfect body? I have a lot of fun with your body, you know." I put my arms around her and kissed her. She snuggled me back as we heard a lawnmower starting up next door. "Sounds like John is mowing the grass. Going to watch?"

"Do you want me to?" Marla asked playfully.

"You want to. Go ahead and watch. Just tell me what you see." Marla walked over to the window and adjusted the blinds so she could get a clear view into the neighbors' backyard. It didn't take long before I noticed her hand almost mechanically go to her breast. That surprised me a bit. We joked about her watching, but it appeared that she actually did watch and maybe had been for some time.

"Yes, John is mowing the grass, all-right," she said non-chalantly.

"Is that it?"

She continued. "His shirt is off. He's just wearing shorts, maybe swim trunks?"

"What do you notice about him?"

"His arms look very muscular. So does his chest. He's smooth all over, no hair at all. He's sweating a bit."

"Pull up the blinds, you'll get a better view," I offered, as a joke. I thought. But Marla began pulling the blinds up. Now she was in full view if he happened to look up at the window. Her hand went right back to her breast, still rubbing and watching.

"I've never seen such muscular legs on a man, must be all the running."

She was fixated. I wondered how far she was willing to go?

"If you want, you should remove your blouse and bra. I wouldn't mind watching you play with your nipples."

She turned to me for a moment, studying me in an instant to see if I was truly serious. I never blinked or took my eyes from her. Next, she turned back to the window and started to unbutton the blouse, letting it drop to the floor. A moment later, the bra went too. My beautiful wife was now standing at the open window watching our neighbor cut his grass. She had both hands on her breasts and was pinching her nipples. I could tell her breathing was getting heavier. I noticed her black skirt zipped in back and stood behind her and unzipped it. It fell around her ankles and she stepped out of it. Now she was standing nude except for her black lace panties and high heels. I moved back to the bed and just watched. One hand went down to her panties and inside.

"You want to touch him, don't you?"

She hesitated. "Yes. If you want me to."

"Oh, I do. I want you to put your hands on his muscular chest. Would you like that?"

She nodded. Our bedroom window is fairly tall, stopping just above where Marla's knees were. She was now fully massaging her pussy and squeezing her breasts, her eyes closed in passion. I could tell she wasn't far from cumming. Then the lawnmower stopped. Marla opened her eyes and froze. John was looking straight at her. He waved. 

Marla dove for the bed and let out a shriek. 

"Oh my god! He saw me! He saw me!"

I hugged her nearly naked body close and whispered to her.

"And you loved it. You loved watching him. You loved that he saw you. He saw your big, beautiful tits. Your hard nipples. He saw you pleasuring yourself as you imagined being with him."

Marla closed her eyes again and started to massage her clit again as I said these words. I had no idea she would be so turned on.

"Give me your cock. Now!" she commanded. I slipped my pants off and positioned myself between her legs, moved her panties aside and plunged into the wettest pussy I've ever entered. I was the hardest I've been in a long, long time. Not only because of her performance watching John and his seeing her, but that fact that our other neighbor was watching her the whole time from his backyard across the way. He's in his 60s and harmless but not dead, obviously, from the bulge I could make out in the front of his pants. Marla was displaying herself to the neighborhood and it turned me on more than I could imagine. I was blinded by lust now and pounded her hard.

"Do me, John! Fuck me!" she screamed, lost in her fantasy. I loved it. I looked out the window quickly, and while I knew John couldn't see us anymore, Garry, the older man, sure could. Our bed was framed perfectly for him to watch and he still was, trying not to be obvious about it. I told Marla to turn around and get on her knees. I positioned myself behind her and drove into her pussy again. I worked her into a position where she was upright, exposing her big tits to Garry as I continued to pound her. I was looking straight at him when we climaxed together.

Marla and I fell into a heap on the bed, exhausted like we've never been after sex.

"I want every time to be like that," she smiled at me. Then her phone started buzzing. She looked at the screen. 

"It's Leisa."

(to be continued)



Marla and the Neighbors Ch. 02



(Continued from Part I)

Marla and I fell into a heap on the bed, exhausted like we've never been after sex.

"I want every time to be like that," she smiled at me. Then her phone started buzzing. She looked at the screen. 

"It's Leisa."

The sex was better than ever because my wife Marla had just been seen naked at our bedroom window by our younger, and well-built, neighbor John. I should also mention Marla had been playing with herself at the time. So when John's wife Leisa called it was either to say "what the hell was that all about?" or to tell Marla she can come over and try on the workout outfits Leisa said she would get for her at a discount. Thankfully, it was the latter.

"So now's a good time?" I heard Marla say into the phone, a tiny bit flustered. "OK, yes, let me jump in the shower and get rid of the day and I will be right over. Bye."

"How'd she sound?" I asked.

"Fine, fine. I'm not sure she knows anything. Just coincidence. It might be weird seeing him, though, you know."

"Well, I doubt he'll say anything more about it. Probably thought he was a damn lucky dude to see a hot, sexy woman's naked body," I said, smiling. "From his own backyard, yet!"

Marla smirked and headed to the bathroom to shower. I got dressed and went downstairs for a beer and to see what I could scrounge for dinner. When Marla came down she was wearing tennis shoes, thin, tight sweat pants that showed off her ass, and a t-shirt, and seemingly no bra. Her nipples were clearly visible as her large 36-dd breasts pushed against the cotton.

"No bra?" I asked.

"Well, if I'm going to try on workout clothes, sports bras and stuff, I figured it would be easier. I'd just have to take it off anyway."

I just looked at her.

"Be back soon."

With that, she was out the door and I was back to my beer and dinner.

Marla nervously walked next door. After all, she had just exposed herself to her neighbor, something she has never done, even with strangers. But not going over would have made the situation even more awkward - at least that's how she rationalized it in her mind.

Marla knocked on the door and she was relieved that Leisa answered, but surprised she was only wearing a long t-shirt that stretched to mid-thigh. By the way her nipples poked at the fabric, Marla knew she had no bra either.

"Hey, girlfriend! Glad you could make it over. Come in!" Leisa led Marla into the house and through the living room to a back bedroom. It was a stunning home with modern furniture, everything just right and well-decorated. Marla thought she now had one more thing to be jealous of.

"I have everything in here," Leisa said. "I hope you don't mind. I was even trying some things on that I bought. Don't you just love workout clothes?"

Marla didn't think her body was in shape enough to "love" them, but she did like their tight fit. It was then Marla noticed a shower running. Leisa noticed Marla looking that direction.

"Don't worry - just John cleaning off after mowing the grass."

Marla struggled to detect the slightest hint that John and Leisa had talked about what had happened earlier, but she couldn't tell at all.

"So let's do this one first." Leisa held up a two-piece outfit with a bra top and Capri pant. The top was light-colored, and looked a little small. The pant was bright pink. "Just take your things off and slip into these."

Leisa handed Marla the outfit and started arranging the other ones on the bed to try on next.

"You want me to change right here?"

"Oh, what's the big deal? We're both big girls, right?" Leisa said half-jokingly, half-dismissively.

"What if John comes out?"

"He won't." And Leisa went to the door and rapped on it, then yelled. "Hey! Don't come out, we're changing."

There was no answer, just the sound of the shower, but Leisa winked and nodded for Marla to keep going. Leisa watched as Marla removed her t-shirt and exposed her full breasts to her neighbor. 

Marla looked at Leisa and then proceeded to remove her shoes and sweat pants, standing naked before her.

Leisa took in the mature woman's body, noting how fantastic she could look with an inch lost here and there.

"Turn around a sec?" Leisa asked her.

Marla felt a little uncomfortable but the idea that she was fully naked in a strange house was overwhelming - and now on display for someone who was essentially a stranger to her. She obeyed and turned around slowly.

"Can you raise your arms over your head?" Leisa asked.

Marla stopped turning as she was facing Leisa and raised her arms, folding them over her head. The blood raced to her nipples and she watched Leisa's eyes sizing up her naked tits, her stomach, her legs and her vagina. Marla stiffened as Leisa reached out a hand and gently pressed Marla's breasts, stomach and hips. Leisa's arm was muscular, tanned and the light blonde hair on it seemed thick, but gave her a sexiness Marla hadn't thought about before.

"You really do have a fantastic body, Marla," Leisa smiled. "This new workout routine we're starting is going to do amazing things for you! Your hubby better wise up 'cause the boys will be giving you a lot of attention!" she laughed and directed Marla to try on the first outfit. Then Leisa lifted her t-shirt off and was naked next to Marla.

Marla positioned herself for a better look before Leisa started putting on an outfit herself. Leisa's body was perfect, flawless. Marla's eyes went straight to her tight abs and then to her bare pubic region, the pouty lips of her pussy very visible and pink. Leisa's tits were firm and round, jutting proudly from her torso, the nipples small and pointy. Marla had not thought much about being with a woman but she did now and it surprised her. She turned her head sharply, trying to break out of the spell.

"Anything wrong?" Leisa asked, knowing full well what was on Marla's mind. She had seen that reaction before.

"No, no," Marla said, trying to recover. "I, just, well, I've never seen a woman with a body like yours."

Leisa set her outfit on the bed and turned toward Marla. "Then look at it."

Marla could feel the blood rushing to her face in embarrassment as her eyes slowly lifted from the floor to Leisa's eyes. The younger blonde woman was looking directly at her.

"I want you to look at me because this is the body you are going to have. Touch my stomach," Leisa commanded.

Marla slowly moved her hand out and placed her palm on Leisa's abs. Light blonde hairs ran from just below Leisa's breasts to below her belly button.

"Feel how tight those are? Yours will be the same."

"Oh, I don't ever think I can be like you," Marla offered, her eyes now following her own hand.

"Now move your hand to my chest. Your boobs are bigger than mine, but we can make them this firm and even lift them a bit."

Marla moved her hand higher, running over Leisa's right tit, and then over to her left. Leisa's nipples were like pebbles.

"Squeeze them, feel how firm they are."

Marla used both hands to feel the heft and firmness of her neighbor's tits.

"Now feel my arms," Leisa told her.

Marla moved her hand from Leisa's tits and ran them down each arm. She was amazed by the thick blonde hair on Leisa's arms and pulled at it. Leisa giggled. Marla found it sexy, particularly with 

Leisa's muscular arms and bulging biceps.

Leisa, still smiling, said, "I used to shave my arms when I was younger, but John said he thought it was sexy so I don't anymore."

"I still think it's sexy." It was John. He had come out of the bathroom and was standing in a towel looking at the two naked women in his bedroom.

Marla let out a small shriek and jumped behind Leisa who had turned to face her husband.

"Thanks for the heads-up, sweetie." Leisa said in a playful tone. "What, do you think you're going to get to watch the fitness fashion show?"

Marla wasn't quite sure what to do. She glanced at John, naked except for the towel he wore around his waist. She felt her nipples harden even more as she looked at the handsome, well-built, nearly naked man before her. 

John smiled. "No, no, I'm not sure Marla and I are that intimate yet." He laughed and Marla blushed and looked down.

Leisa turned her head to Marla, who was still standing behind her, hiding. "Pay no attention to him." Then to John. "Well, why don't you grab your clothes and get back in the bathroom and change so we can continue trying on some of our outfits."

"You mean I can't watch?" John said in a fake hurt voice. "That would be only fair, right?"

Now Marla knew that Leisa must know what had gone on earlier, about her watching her husband from her bedroom window while masturbating. But that was one thing. Now she was standing in his bedroom naked, just a few feet from him. The feeling of the situation began to overwhelm her. Marla had never felt so sexually charged as she felt right now. She went from wanting to run out of the bedroom to wanting to show her naked body to her neighbor in about a minute.

"It's OK," Marla finally said. "I don't mind. He can stay if he wants. I mean, if you don't mind, Leisa?"

Leisa fully turned to Marla and smiled. "If that's what you want."

"Awesome!" John said, smiling, and positioned himself on the bed, still wrapped in his towel, though it now had a visible tenting effect.

"OK, so let's start with the one we had picked out first," Leisa said, picking up the light colored bra top and handing the pink Capri pants to Marla.

Marla slipped on the pants and struggled to pull them up, they were tight. Leisa reached her thumbs inside the waistline and helped pull them into place. The outline of Marla's pussy lips was clearly visible as the fabric hugged her pelvis. The tightness of the pants seemed to accentuate her boobs, making them stand out more. She glanced over to John and he was staring directly at her. 

Then she saw his eyes move to her breasts and her nipples stiffened.

"Don't worry about the tightness, they always stretch a bit after a couple workouts," Leisa told her. She was running her hand over Marla's smoothed figure, including over her pussy lips. Marla flinched and felt a wetness build. Soon the fabric was turning darker near her pussy. She felt it but couldn't see past her own boobs. Leisa continued.

"Now the top. It might be a little tight, too." Leisa got behind Marla and hefted the older woman's boobs in her hands, essentially showing them off to her husband. "You are so big up here." 

Leisa's hands were strong and they gently squeezed Marla's large breasts. Marla noticed John's hand rest on the tent in his towel. Marla looked down and the sight of a woman's hands holding her tits was almost too much to take. She was incredibly hot now and would need a good fucking when she got home. She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy Leisa's touch. But it was over.

"OK, let's try the top." Leisa handed Marla the top and she positioned it before slipping it over her head. It was tight and she struggled to get her boobs in.

"I'm not sure they're gonna make it," John commented from the bed.

"Oh, stop!" Leisa playfully scolded him, then helped Marla get her boobs tucked in. She looked almost obscene, with her areola barely concealed by the fabric with its scooped neckline, her hard nipples easily visible.

"What do you think?" Leisa asked her husband.

"Very nice. I think you have a winner there."

Marla wasn't so sure. "Don't you think it's a little tight?" she asked, still adjusting things.

"Like I said, it will stretch with a workout. So, let's work out! Put your shoes on."

Leisa, who was still naked, quickly threw on a tank top and short running shorts and her cross-trainers. Marla hesitated but watching Leisa inspired her to put on her shoes and get ready to go. 

She was worried though. It was still pretty light out and she had never been in public in such a skimpy outfit.

"You girls have fun." John said as Leisa led Marla out of the bedroom.

"We're going to start with a little run, basically build up the workout," Leisa explained. "We won't go too far - and put this on." Leisa handed her a large running watch, it looked like a man's. 

"It will track distance, speed, pulse - all that stuff." Marla put it on and they headed out the door.

Outside in the neighborhood Marla was immediately self-conscious. Leisa just said "let's go" and took off at a moderate pace. Marla followed, her boobs straining against the tight material with each stride. She watched Leisa closely and admired her fit form, her firm boobs barely moved and she was already glistening with sweat.

(To be continued)