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Weekend Cockteaser

By: JennyS74



Mikes older cousin phoned on Thursday night. 

"Hi Jenny. I know it's short notice, but Chris is down in London until Sunday, and I was wondering if he could stay with you guys?" 

Chris was Linda's son. He had just turned twenty, and was coming down to have a few nights out with friends after finishing the university year. 

"Sure no problem Linda. Mikes away for the week, and I'm out on Friday for a 'business thing', but if he doesn't mind been alone in the house when I'm out no problem. I'll give him the spare key and he can come and go as he pleases." 

The 'business thing' was something I had no intention trying to explain to Linda. It started two weeks earlier, just after new years. We had ended up playing a game called 'Saint or Sinner', with Mary and Anthony. Good, but rather square friends. The game itself was a Christmas present and total crap, with a 'working battery operated lie detector', which as it happens, didn't! Most of the questions were along the lines of: 

'Have you ever fallen asleep at work, or ever used someone else's toothbrush etc? ' 

But occasionally a question came up that made the evening worthwhile. 'Have you ever shaved a part of your body other than the norm?' 

'God yes. Every week.' 

Everyone knew what I meant. 'A Bikini line?' asked Mary 

' Umm, more than that.' 

'A Brazilian?' She seemed truly surprised. 

' No, no. Much more than that!' I smiled. Mary and Anthony looked at me in astonishment, though Anthony had something else there. Real interest. 

The game continued with the usual crap, until, 'have you ever woken your partner in the middle of the night for sex?' 

'I've lost count of the amount of blowjobs I've given at 3 in the morning.' Mary looked slightly disgusted and admitted she didn't like giving head. It was my turn to look surprised. 'So. Get Anthony to pay you.' 

'What?' 

'Sure. Mike pays me. Cash in hand before the deed. That way I get to buy myself some nice lingerie with the proceeds.' 

Mary's jaw was almost on the ground, but Anthony was happy to pursue the line. 'How much do you pay Mike?' 

'Depends really on what kind it is. Anything between £15 and £50.' 

I could see Anthony wanted to find out more about the pricing, and what the differences could be, but Mary was looking a bit uncomfortable so I grabbed a card and moved the game along. There were a few more interesting questions, but the game was rubbish and we packed it in and headed home. 

To my surprise about a week later Anthony arrived the house. Apparently he had an important business evening, and with Mary on a seminar, no one to go with. Would I be able to go with him? 'I'll pay you for your time,' he sort of blurted out. 

I raised my eyebrows. I would have been happy to go along as a favour. 'Pay me?' 

'Well yes, I thought.....' 

'Sort of like an escort', I smiled 

'Um well, no that's not what I.....' 

'That's okay. As an escort is fine by me. The question is what do I charge?' 

'I don't really know. I've never paid anyone before.' 

'Really? Well it all depends on what exactly you expect of me.' 

His discomfort at my ambiguousness was becoming acute. ' Uum, well I'm supposed to entertaining two businessmen at their hotel. It would be great if you could pretend to be Mary. They are from Europe and it's unlikely that I'll ever see them after the evening. So it would make things easier if you could act like Mary.' 

I raised my eyebrows again. 'Act like Mary?' 

'Well no, I mean pretend to be my wife.' 

'Oh, so not act like Mary. Act like me, but married to you!' 'Err...Yes.' 

I was really starting to enjoy teasing him, and making him feel uncomfortable, but knew that he was still excited about the way the conversation was going. 'Fair enough. How much like me, would you like me?' 

'What do you mean?' 

'Well do you want the demure attentive wife, like say Mary, or would it help with your business if I was a little less demure.' 

'Well...I...erm...less demure would probably help a bit.' 

'Only a bit?' 

'Well probably a lot.' 

'Okay so less than demure, and dressed to suit, yes?' 

'Sorry' He really could be slow top catch on some times. 

'Dressed sexy Anthony!' 

'Umm, yes, that would be nice. 

'So how long will it be?' 

He looked confused. 'What?' 

'How long will the evening be?' 

He flushed red. ' Oh. Sorry. About 4-5 hours.' I placed my hand to my mouth and taped my finger to my lips. 'Okay. £250.' 

'£250. Wow that's a lot!' 

'It may sound a lot, but an escort will be more, and won't be nearly as discreet or accommodating Anthony. Of course I could go as Mary, and it would be half that.' 

I could see what I was saying dawn on his face. He now knew that £250 was going to get him more than an escort. It would get him a business deal. 

'Okay it's a deal. I'll pick you up at 6.30pm.' 

'Make it 6pm. You can come in for a drink, and we can discuss some details for the evening. Oh, and don't forget, I take cash in hand Anthony.' 

He smiled, remembering our evening the week before. 'Cash it is.' 

I leant over and kissed him on the cheek, as I ushered him out the front door. ' I'll be worth it. Promise. I also don't think there's any need to tell Mary that your paying me.' 

He flushed again and stumbled out of the door. I closed the door and grinned. I can be such a bitch sometimes. 

The Wednesday of Chris' arrival came around in a flash. Mike had left for the week, the day before, so it was going to be just the two of us in the house. I hadn't seen him in 2 years. The last time was a Christmas weekend at their house, where I had teased him mercilessly for the two days we were there. We'd slept in his room, with him sent off to the lounge, on the sleeper couch. At 28 I was a real older woman in his eyes. He always seemed to find a reason to come into his room to 'fetch something'. It usually coincided with my return from the shower, or just when he knew I was getting changed to go to dinner. 

I played along while he looked for 'the something', sitting on the bed in my towel drying my hair knowing full well he was trying to look up the skirt in the mirror. I made sure I'd bend over to get some sexy underwear out my case, struggling to locate it as the towel rode higher and higher up my thighs, or I'd let the front slip down as I dried my hair. Calmly pulling it up after it fell to allow him time to see my tits. He saw pretty much all of me those two days. I'd make a point of picking up one of his girly mags, asking what he thought of this ones tits or that ones legs. He was too shy to say much, so I gave him my opinion. 

'I love her tits, she's got awesome nipples', and so on. 

He must have had a constant hard on those 2 days. I did fantasize about letting him sit on the bed and jerk off, as I dried myself and got dressed in front of him, but the danger of mom and dad was ever present. 

As I say that was two years ago, and a bet he was really hot about the idea of staying with me, especially with no Mike about. I got home and he was waiting in the front garden. He hadn't changed much still gingerly, and shy. 'Hi Chris.' 

'Hi Jenny' 

'Come in and grab a beer. Mikes away as you probably know, so it's you and me. Okay.' 

'Yeah, that fine.' 

Fine my arse. I bet he couldn't believe his luck. 3 days in the house alone with me. 

'Grab a beer. What's the plan for the weekend?' 

'Going out a bit at night, but shouldn't get back to late. Have to catch the underground home.' 

'Okay. Did your mom tell you I was out tomorrow, so I might get in after you.' 

'That's fine.' 

'Okay. Lets take you up to your room.' 

He grabbed his bag and followed me upstairs. I could almost feel his eyes on my arse, and wondered what he would have thought if he knew I had hold up stocking under my skirt. I could have put him in the first floor guest room, but decided to make it more exciting for him, and put him on the second, in the guest room next to our bedroom. That way he wouldn't need an excuse to be around my bedroom. The other factor was the on-suite bathroom for our bedroom had a second door into the passage, so it doubled as the 2nd floor guest bathroom. 

'You'll be in here. I'm just next-door if you need anything, and here's the bathroom. You can use the one downstairs if you like, but I'm sure we can fit ourselves around each other in this one.' 

'Umm that's fine. Thanks Jenny. I'll just go and unpack and get changed.' 

'Sure. I'm going to grab a shower. See you in a bit.' 

I went into my room closing the door. Now if Chris was anything like I remember he would defiantly try and make the most of me showering. I went straight to the bathroom and removed the Victorian style key from the passage door. The keyhole was so big that without the key anyone outside looking in would have a clear view of most of the bathroom and a straight line into the shower. I was pretty sure Chris would find that out in no time. Hopefully the next five minutes. My absolute favourite thing, that makes me hornier than any other thing, is exhibitionism. I love people looking at me; watching me. 

I turned the shower on, and put the radio on in the room to give Chris confidence to come out and snoop a bit. The great thing about the door was that from the inside you could tell if someone was outside by the light under it. Anyone near to it, or moving by it and you could see the shadows, so if he were there, I'd know. 

And it didn't take long. Within 2 minutes of putting the shower on I saw movement outside the door. Bingo! Good boy! God I love being such a cocktease. I bet he thought he would have to pretend to need something to get a chance of seeing anything, now here was his dream come true, and within 1 hour of arriving. I intended to make it worth his while, but no need to hurry. Anticipation is half the fun of watching. I went back to the bedroom and took off my jacket and shoes, then wandered back into the bathroom. Acting totally relaxed and at ease I stood in front of the mirror and could now clearly see him outside the door. I undid my blouse and slipped it off. I could almost hear his heart racing. I fiddled with my hair a bit, holding it in different positions, then sighed and undid the zipper on my skirt, and push it downwards. I hardly ever wear stockings to work, as although bloody sexy they constantly fall down leaving you with wrinkled knees. If I know I am going to lunch, and feel like flirting with someone, I wear them or, if like today, I think I might want some fun after work. I always plan ahead. So with Chris arriving, stockings it was. Might only get to flash the tops in the lounge, or by bending over in the kitchen, but it pays to be prepared. My skirt hit the floor and I could imagine his cock now straining in his pants. No doubt he would wait until I was safely in the shower. I was standing in a black push-up bra, tiny black g-string and stocking. I sat on the stool rolling down my stocking, making sure not to look at the door, as I didn't want to spook him. I wanted him watching for the 3 days. I walked over and felt the water, now directly in line with his vision. I unclipped the bra and slid the g-string down. I could only imagine his eye tight up to the keyhole. He probably had his cock out. In an empty house with no chance of being caught, he would have been a fool not too. 

I stepped into the open style shower. Now it was just a case of letting him enjoy me. I bet he really enjoyed it when I turned around and he saw I was clean-shaven. I took my time. Washed my hair for him, spending ten minutes under the water. I then decided it was time to give him something to really wank over. I got my razor, and although I had done it the day before proceeded to shave my pussy for him. I imagined him watching as I pulled my lips apart and lifted my legs alternately onto the wall to get completely between my legs. God I was so horny, I could have masturbated for him right there, but as I say anticipation is half the fun. 

Enough for his first show. I grabbed a towel, threw it around myself, and walked straight at the passage door. I could see his shadow hurrying away, before I turned back and went to the bedroom. I wanted to keep him on his toes, not too confident. Putting on a tight white top and shorts I went to his room. He was sitting on the bed pretending to unpack. 

'You don't seem to have got very far.' 

'No I err, was just taking a rest.' 

'Oh right. Well grab a shower to wake yourself up.' 

He nodded, 'thanks I will.' 

'I'm just going to make us something to eat.' I popped down to the kitchen, threw a lasagne in the oven and wandered quietly back upstairs. I do love to show off, but the next best thing is to watch. I'm a total exhibitionist/voyeur. I checked his room. Not there. Mmph. I walked into my bedroom. 

The bathroom door was the same as in the passage, except the view of the shower is not as complete. The shower was on, but Chris was on the stool naked and wanking. I smiled. Got you, you horny little bugger. As I watched he lifted his other hand 

'Naughty boy', I thought for in his hand was my G-string which I'd thrown in the laundry. He held them to his nose and mouth, starting to pump his cock harder. Within a few seconds he shot a stream of spunk high into the air. Wow, maybe he didn't cum earlier; either that or he had plenty to spare. He then surprised me by using my panties to wipe the cum off his legs. Watching him use my panties was amazing, and my heart was racing and I was breathing heavily as I went downstairs. 

He came down 20 minutes later and we had a beer and lasagne together. I kept the conversation casual and made no indication to what had happened. He was to shy to play verbal games with, though it didn't stop him looking at my hard nipples poking though my top. He got a phone call then from his friends and was out the door ten minutes later. I did a bit off work before heading to bed early. 

When I arrived home on Friday afternoon, Chris was in the lounge. We chatted a bit, and it seemed like he was building up to ask something. 

' Something on your mind?' 

'Well actually a friend of mine needs a place to stay, and I was wondering if she might stay here' 

'She? A girlfriend?' 

'No. No such luck. Just a friend.' 

'She isn't going to steal the TV is she?' 

He smiled. 'No!' 

'Well then. Fine by me.' 

He seemed relieved as if Linda would have made a big deal over it. 'There's one other thing. Can she stay on till Monday?' 

'I don't see why not.' 

'Great. She'll come home with me tonight.' 

'Okay. I've got to go shower, and get ready for my business meeting tonight.' 

He tried hard not to look to enthusiastic when I said the 'shower' word.

Up in the room I turned on the radio again. I gave him a minute and walked though to the bathroom. He was more confident now. I could see his shadow waiting outside the door. God, I really loved this. I stripped quickly this time, and stood by the mirror, rubbing my boobs. I squeezed my nipples, twisting and pulling them outwards to make them hard. That would get his interest. In the shower I went though the same routine, washing my hair and then shaving for him again. I wanted him to know it was something I did all the time, besides I needed it for my outfit tonight. Maybe young Chris would like something new to wank over, and I knew just what to show him. I stepped out of the shower, left it running, and dripping wet walked though to the bedroom. I kept a clear glass dildo in my drawer. It's about a foot and a half long, and as thick as a cucumber. Walking back I kept it at my side so he could not see it. He was still there as I put it on the cabinet and took out a bottle of baby oil. I turned slightly so he would see me squeeze a long jet into my hand. I doubt he knew what was about to come, but I'm sure he had an idea it would be good. 

Picking up the dildo, and allowing him to see it for the first time, I drew my oil soaked hand up and down it length, getting it good and slippery. Picking up the metal stool I got back into the shower, sitting in the spray, facing straight at the door. I leant my back on the wall, and lifted one leg up onto the sidewall, then took my glass cock and with one long slow shove forced ¾ of it into my cunt. Although I had Chris in mind to start with, I knew once I got started it was going to pleasure me as much as him. Certainly with him watching I'd cum much quicker. I worked it in and out, as the hot water sprayed down on me. I kept my head back, looking up so he didn't think I might see him, building the speed up, using my left hand to rub my clit, as my right rammed it in faster and faster. I was on the verge and started moaning. 

' UUH, UUH, UUH, AARGH, AARGH', in rhythm with my thrusting. I was now thrashing about and in danger of falling off the stool. 

'AARGH, AARGH, OH GOD, YES, UUUNGH.' 

I was really loud for him as I came. I stood slowly and eased the dildo in and out, caressing my pussy. I rinsed it off and climbed out of the shower noticing his shadow moving away as I did so. Smiling with post orgasmic pleasure I went to get ready for Anthony. 45 minutes later I found a note in the kitchen. 

'Went out while you were showering. See u tonite. Don't forget Michelle coming. Love Chris xxx.' 

Sure you did. Naughty boy. Love Chris hey. Mmph, he was getting more confident. 

Anthony arrived at 6pm exactly. I opened the door and could see he was happy with my outfit. He tried not to look me up and down, but failed miserably. I'd chosen the typical 'little black number'. I had high heels with straps around my calves to my knees. A thigh length dress with a 6-inch slit in each side. Spaghetti straps, which crossed over my back and met the dress above my arse, but the front was the attention grabber. It was two-tone lace, fitting loosely down my front, with a plunging neckline almost to my belly button, and two strings across the front to hold it in place. The lace was patterned with swirls of thicker darker lace over the nipples, and very thin and see-through elsewhere. It was actually very classy, but also hugely sexy. To finish I off coarse wore black stocking and suspenders. A must for a dress like that. I had my hair up, pearl earrings and a very submissive looking black lace chocker with a single pearl in the middle. 

'Come in Anthony.' As he followed he could see the back for the first time. 

'What can I get you?' 

'A beer thanks.' 

'Sit down. I'll bring it.' 

I fetched a beer and a glass, and returned to the lounge. He was sitting like a schoolboy, perched on the edge of the couch. I leant forward over the coffee table and pored the first half of the beer before handing it to him. As I looked up he was looking down the front of my dress. I knew he could see a lot. That was the point. 

'Right. I take it you approve?' 

'Yes it lovely.' 

'Lovely? Very diplomatic. About this evening. Firstly your paying £250 so unlike if Mary was here, or if I was doing this for free you are entitled to look at what your paying for, without worrying about me catching you. So if you feel like looking down the front of the dress when I bend over, go ahead. Yes?' 

'Urr, yes.' 

I sat opposite and crossed my legs letting the dress fall to the side so he could see the stocking tops and suspenders. Again he looked nervous about looking, so I lifted my leg to emphasize the point. He could now probably see the see-through black panties I'd chosen. He was now looking more freely and I think I'd made him realize how much he was going to enjoy spending £250. 

'The other things you need to remember. Don't forget I'm Mary. If you want to call me darling or something fine. Don't forget to treat me like your wife.' 

'How do you mean?' He hardly looked up as he spoke. Good. 


Weekend Cockteaser



'Put your arm around me, on my leg if sitting, on my arse if standing, that sort of thing.' 

'Right. Okay, if you don't mind.' 

'£250 Anthony. And when you get a chance let me know how much you want me to flirt and how much to show.' 

'Okay.' 

We caught a cab to the hotel and entered a lounge bar area. It was quite full and Anthony dutifully led me over to the corner, his hand on my arse. There were two men on a leather couch in the corner. Anthony whispered that they were the two Swiss businessmen he was to entertain. I wondered how he would ever have managed with Mary. 

'I'll sit on the couch, so they can admire my outfit easily.' 

'Err, sure. Good idea.' 

We arrived and Anthony introduced me to Kurt and Willelm. They were both in there 50's and seemed very pleased when I took the seat right next to them on the couch. 

The evening progressed with us chatting and my two Swiss friends taking every chance to look at the side of my boobs whenever I moved or put my drink on the table. They also seemed very interested in my stocking and suspenders, which showed beautifully on the low couch. Kurt placed his hand on my knee to emphasise a point, and when I didn't react negatively, and Anthony sitting in a single chair across the table didn't react, he left it there, occasionally rubbing my knee as he spoke. Within a few minutes and another whiskey his hand was on my thigh. Willelm was looking on obviously upset that he was not in a better position and could only watch. 

I decided it was time to up the ante a bit. I excused myself and went to the bathroom. I checked my make up and made a few adjustments to the dress. On my way back, I met Anthony at the bar. He turned as I arrived and his eyes fell exactly where I expected. 

'How am I doing?' 

'Great. Really your amazing.' 

'Do you think they'll like the dress adjustment, or do you think it's too much?' 

'Umm, I think they'll like it.' 

'And you?' 

'Yeah, I like it a lot!' 

'Good. I'm glad.' 

I'd moved the top so that the patterned lace no longer covered my nipples, and they were now clearly visible though the see-through bits. A hard pinch in the toilets had made them hard and dark. 

'I'll see you there.' 

Back at the couch my two friends had moved apart so I had to sit between them. No subtleness there then. I walked around the table and sat confidently between them. They were both looking openly at my nipples and to my surprise Kurt pointed them out. 

'It seems your dress has slipped a bit Mary.' 

Looking down casually, 'yes, I didn't think you'd mind. I can straighten it if you want.' I made to pull it back into place. 

'No please. It's perfect.' 

'Ok.' I sat right back into the couch allowing my dress to ride up higher than it had the whole evening, right above my stockings. I didn't cross my legs, but kept them a few inches apart, that way if they sat forward they would be able to clearly see my black almost transparent panties, and even with the poor light of the bar, they would be able to see my pussy lips. 

Kurt wasted no time in placing his hand on my leg and within seconds was at the top of my stocking. I leant towards him, giving him a great view of my right tit. 

'Kurt, I know you'd love to, but I really can't let you go any higher. Your welcome to look, but no higher.' 

'Off course my dear. I'm okay where I am now, yes?' 

'That's fine. Remember higher, and I shall have to close my legs.' I gave him my earnest look. 

He smiled and nodded. 

Just then Anthony returned with more drinks. He sat looking, wide eyed at my open legs and see-through underwear. He probably had the best view of the three of them in his chair. We sat and chatted some more, as all of them continued to eat me with their eyes and Kurt playing with my suspenders. I'd never been with men nearly twice my age, but was really enjoying the attention, probably a combination of my natural inhibitions and the whiskey. No other drink makes me more inclined to show off than whiskey. 

I needed another visit to the ladies. On my return the men where deep in conversation which stopped as I arrived. I stood with my head cocked to the side. 

'Yes. What is it?' Anthony swivelled in his chair, as Kurt and Willelm looked on expectantly. 

'Honey, Kurt owns a clothing factory and he was interested in what kind of material your panties are made of.' 

I tilted my head to the side. 'Really?' 

'We were wondering if we could look at them.' 

My, my. He was certainly making sure he got his monies worth. 

'Mmm. I see. You want me to take them off in other words. To look at, of course.' 

'Umm, if you wouldn't mind.' 

'You could have asked before I went to the ladies. Now I'll need to go back... well that is unless you move onto the couch darling and I sit in your spot.' 

Anthony needed no second asking. The single seater was no more than 3 feet from the couch, facing the wall. I sat on the edge, pulled the dress up over my stockings. 

'I'll need to unclip these', I said slowly unclipping the suspender belt. They were all sitting as far forward as they could. I took my time, stopping to sip my whiskey. As I said, it's all in the anticipation. 

Putting my drink down I pulled the dress higher, then slipped my thumbs into the tiny string waistband and slowly started to ease them down my legs, whilst looking straight at them. They were like deer in headlights. I've never seen such rapt attention. I lifted myself slightly to get them to my knees and then slipped them down my lower legs, finally daintily stepping out of them. I picked them up. They were warm and quite damp. I leant over the table and handed them to Kurt. He took them with his mouth half open, breathing rapidly. I sat back, fastened my suspenders, crossed my legs and sipped my whiskey. 

Kurt and Willelm examined them intently. I'm sure they would have loved to do as Chris had, and smell them, but they refrained. I could see them feeling the dampness in the crotch. 

'So, do you like them?' 

'There very nice Mary. Very well made. Quite transparent.' 

'Mmm. Very transparent' 

They now noticed I was still sitting with my legs crossed, and was now where as much exposed as earlier. Kurt handed my panties back perhaps hoping I would put them on and return to my previous position, but I just slipped them into Anthony jacket pocket on the back of the chair. 'Honey, would you mind.' Anthony pointed at my crossed legs with two fingers opening them as he did so, indicating that I was please to do the same. 

Wow. The cheeky fucker. I frowned. 

'I don't know darling, that's asking a bit much.' I'm glad that didn't deter him. 

' I'm sure Kurt and Willelm would appreciate it Mary.' 

I pretended to be unsure, looking over my shoulder. I checked my watch. 'Okay. Fine, but only for half an hour we need to leave at midnight.' 

I uncrossed my legs and slid forward on the chair so my arse was on the very edge. I grabbed my drink and with my other hand pulled the dress up, bunching it high on the very top of my thighs, then ever so slowly spread my legs for my 3 voyeurs. Slowly, more and more, until my knees were 2 feet apart. I looked down and could see my clit hanging down. 

Willelm shook his head. 'Unbelievable.' 

They spent the next 20 minutes trying to talk, but mainly just enjoyed my shaved pussy no more than 3 feet away, totally on show for their pleasure. At midnight I apologised and said we had to go. They looked distraught, but stood to leave. Anthony went to the bathroom as we said our goodbyes. Wilhelm took the chance to feel my arse as he kissed me goodnight, while Kurt was even more forward, slipping his hand under my dress first onto my arse, and when I didn't object around the front, sliding his hand up my thigh onto my pussy. I looked over my shoulder, pretending to look to see if Anthony was returning. 

'Go on. Quickly.' 

He groaned aloud and slid his fingers forward. I obliged by parting my legs slightly, and he slipped two fingers into me, quickly working them back and forth as he kissed me on both cheeks. Anthony was coming back and I pushed him lightly away. We said our final goodbyes with Kurt sucking his fingers as we left. 

'I've been wanting to ask you something.' 

We were in the taxi on the way home. 'What?' 

'The other night playing that game, Mike said you charged different amounts for blow jobs. I was interested what the difference could be? I'll probably never get to ask with Mary around, so tonight seems like a good time.' 

I turned in the seat and pulled my leg up under me. He looked down and realized I was sitting legs apart again, my nipples still not covered, and this time just for him. I leant forward to whisper so the driver wouldn't hear. 

'£15 is a standard BJ. Quick 5 minute job where I pull out and you come on my hand.' 

He was listening intently, looking at my face and then down to my open legs. 

'£30 is longer. You come in my mouth and I'll spit or swallow. Whatever your preference.' 

I could see he was getting very turned on with my business like approach. '£50 I dress up, maybe with ponytails tight top and mini skirt. Lots of make up. Its long and drawn out. When I finally let you cum, you do it where you want. All over my face say, or on my tits. That's the difference.' 

He was really turned on. 'Jesus.' 

The taxi pulled up outside my house. I kissed him on the lips. He looked disappointed I wasn't inviting him in. 

'Why don't you stop off after work Monday and tell me how the deal went. Have some coffee.' 

'Thanks, that'll be good.' 

I awoke with a knock at the door. 'Come in.' 

It was Chris. ' Hi Jenny, Michelle's still sleeping. I was going to make coffee and wondered if you'd like some?' 

I had a slight hangover, but nothing too bad. 'Sounds good.' 

As he left I got out of bed and turned the bath on full ball, with lots of bubble bath. 

The weekend so far had been on session of cockteasing after another, and I saw no reason why a little hangover should change anything. I knew I had about 5 minutes for the coffee machine, and was in the bath when I heard Chris coming up the stairs. 'I'm in here Chris.' 

He walked in and stopped. 'Sorry.' 

'That's okay. Can't see anything with these bubbles can you?' 

'No.' 

Just stick here on the edge of the bath. He walked over and carefully put it on the bath edge, taking the chance to look into it, but the bubbles covered me completely. 

'I'll just go and see if Michelle's up.' 

He made a show of walking down the stairs, but must of tiptoed up, as he was back within a minute. I sat up for him, letting the foam run off my tits, as I drank my coffee. I washed my hair and sat back. It was his last day so time for some fun. 

"Chris, is that you?' I heard him hurry to stand up. 

'Um, yes I wondered if you wanted some more coffee.' 

'No, but could you bring me a towel from the hall cupboard?' 

I heard him get the towel. 'I'll leave it on the door handle.' 

'Don't be silly, I'll have to drip on the floor.' 

The door opened and he stuck his head in. 'Stick it on the cabinet.' 

He walked over slowly, I was lying down but by now there were only a few tropical islands of foam, and I was therefore rather exposed. 

'Sit a minute.' He looked surprised. 'On the stool.' 

He didn't need a second request. 'It's quite difficult to see the bath.'

He looked blank, but I could tell by the rising colour he knew he was caught. 

'Through the keyhole I mean.' 

'I was just...' 

'I'm not angry. Do you think you'd be sitting here if I were? I know you were watching me all weekend. I wouldn't have carried on doing stuff if I minded you watching.' 

He was still looking blank and red faced. 'Grab my stuff out of the cabinet above you.' 

He opened the door. On the shelf were my glass dildo and the baby oil. 'Bring them here Chris.' 

He carried them over in a trance and I sat up exposing my tits to him properly. I took the dildo and opened my other hand. 'Pore.' He shot a jet of oil into my hand. 

'More... That's it.' I stood, and then sat on the edge of the bath, oiling the dildo. I left one leg in the bath, and put the other up on the side. 

'Take off your jeans, and put some oil on your hand... Good boy. Now bring that stool closer. You're going to wank for me, while I fuck myself stupid with this glass cock, right in front of you. No more keyhole views today okay? You don't get to touch me, but you can get as close as you want.' 

He nodded dumbly. 

I slipped the dildo into my pussy. He needed no encouragement as he started to pump his shaft. 'Nice cock young man.' 

'Your so fucking hot Jenny.' 

'Really? Why don't you stand closer so you can see better.' 

He stood and came to within two feet. 

'Chris are you in there?' Michelle outside the door. He never missed a beat pumping away. 

'Err, yeah, I was just about to shower. Jenny's still asleep.' 

Clever boy, I smiled as I continued ramming the dildo home. 'Okay I'll see you downstairs.' 

I was fucking myself faster. 'I want you to come on me, you hear me.' 

'Uh huh, where?' 

'All over.' His cock head was swollen and I could tell he was nearly there, his hand pumping faster. 

'That's it. Go. Faster.' I increased my own hand to match his. My dildo flying in and out. 

'I'm going to cum.' 

'Aim for my mouth.' I opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out. The first hot jet laced over my mouth, cheek and hair. 

'Yes Chris. More! On my tits.' He pumped madly and the next thick stream landed across my left tit. I lifted my pussy up to him. 

'Don't you dare miss my pussy, you fucking horny pervert.' He was still shooting. It was all over me. My pussy was only a foot away from his dick, but he stepped forward to within an inch, and shot the last two thick jets all over it. 

'Fuck yes; I've wanted to do that for years. I always knew you were a slut.' 

I was still looking down at what he had done. 'Jesus. I've never seen so much cum. How often can you do that?' 

'Two, sometimes three times a day.' 

'That is so fucking hot! Look at the state of me.' 

I wiped my hand through his cum, slipping my fingers into my mouth. 

'Mmm, nice.' I slid my hand between my still wide-open legs. They were covered in spunk. I pushed my hand forward sliding two cum covered fingers into myself. Chris watched with hungry eyes, and amazingly, still slowly pumping a hard cock. 

'There, now you can say you've cum in Auntie Jenny. I'm going to shower now, wash all this cum off as you watch, and then you'd better shower otherwise Michelle will wonder how you shower without getting wet.' 

Downstairs I met Michelle for the first time. She seemed really nice, but I could see where Chris' main interest lay. She was really hot. Dark brown hair, and green eyes with beautiful dark skin. The simple summer dress did nothing to hide the incredible body she had. Long legs tiny hips and shoulders, but no shortage of boob. They were bursting out of the dress. They were of to Richmond-on-Thames for the day with their other friends. Chris would catch the train home from there. As I kissed him goodbye at the door he rubbed my arse through my dress. 

'Thanks Jenny for doing all that for me.' 'No problem, just don't tell your mother!' 

He smiled. 'What about my friends?' 

I pretended to contemplate. 'Oh, I suppose so if you want.' 

On Sunday Michelle and I had breakfast together. Without Chris around she was still in her silk pyjamas. Could see her nipples erect under the thin material and found myself stealing glances, imagining what she would look like naked. What the hell was wrong with me? I spent the rest of the day alone relaxing. I thought about what Chris had said, ' I always knew you where a slut...' Admittedly at the time I was being pretty slutty to say the least, but up until then I had been just a rather naughty flirt. Or had I. Maybe I was a little slut; I certainly seemed to be getting worse. This weekend was proof of that. 

Anthony arrived on Monday evening at about 6pm. I opened the door. 'Hi Anthony.' 

'Hi Jenny.' My latest outfit had not failed to get his attention, as he looked me up and down. 

Denim mini, with leather boots, a white cotton blouse knotted around my waist, thin enough to be able to tell I was once again braless, completed with two ponytails, and of course lots of make-up. He followed me into the kitchen. 'I don't suppose you want that coffee? Beer rather.' 

'That would be good. Just to let you know I signed the deal today.' 

' Oh, great!' 

'Thanks to you', he smiled. 

' I wanted to tell you that I'm not always like that. I don't show my pussy to every Tom, Dick and Harry. It's just I like to show off and if the mood and situation is right, well then I think if it turns you on you should go for it. I hope you don't think I am a complete slut?' 

He looked a little taken aback, and unsure. 

' Of course not. I understand.' 

'Good. The other thing is I went shopping today.' 

As usual he looked confused. 

'Well just look actually. I found this really hot corset at a boutique. Full of diamantes, quite see through, and really sexy, but it was £300.' 

'Jeez, that's expensive.' 

'Yes. The point is I was £50 short.' 

Again the confused look. 'You want to borrow it?' 

'No I want to earn it stupid. Why do you think I'm dressed like this? You seemed very interested in the blowjobs, and besides you kind of missed out acting the 'husband', so I thought maybe you would like to pay the rest of the money for the corset.' 

He looked completely stunned. 'In return you get my very best, longest blowjob, and can finish it however you want.' 

He stared back. 'And Anthony I am a very talented cock sucker.' 

'Oh Jesus Jenny. Err...when?' 

' Right now. When's Mary expecting you?' 

'Not for an hour or so.' 

Just then the front door bell rang. It was Michelle back from the pub. I introduced them. Anthony was already admiring her enormous tits, tiny waist and arse. She paid no attention, obviously used to being ogled by older men. 'I've got a train to catch in an hour Jenny, I stink of smoke and my mom will kill me. I was wondering if I could grab a bath before I go.' 

'Sure, but why not use the shower on the second floor. Come on I'll give you a towel.' 

She walked ahead up the stairs. I turned back to Anthony. 'On hold I'm afraid, but believe me there's no need to be disappointed. This is a blessing in disguise. Follow us up in two minutes.' 

I took her to the top floor, turned on the water and gave her a large towel. 'Take your time. I'll get a taxi to run you to the station.' 

Closing the door I stepped out into my room as Anthony came up onto the landing. I put my finger to my lips as he walked up. 

'Quiet now. I was wondering, seeing that Michelle ruined the moment and now you have to wait, whether you'd like to watch her shower?' 

'What? How?' 

I pointed. 'Through there.' 

'Your kidding!' 

'Nope. Do you know she's only 19? Exactly half your age. She's got a fucking hot body hasn't she?' 

He nodded as I bent and looked. Michelle was removing her top. 'Your best view is through the passage door. Quickly, she's getting undressed. Don't miss any of it.' 

He walked quickly out of the room and into the passage, lowering himself to the keyhole. I was keen to see her as well, so went back to the bedroom door. As I looked she was about to take off her jeans, bending over pulling them down with her arse towards Anthony. She was beautifully tanned, and wearing a matching sheer pink thong and bra. The bra hardly looked strong enough for the very impressive pair of tanned tits it was holding in. As I watched she reached behind and unclipped it, sliding it off. Wow, I would kill for a set of boobs like that. They were spectacular. Absolutely perfect, with large brown areolas and thick nipples. Anthony would not have seen them yet. She was pushing her thong down, still with her arse to Anthony. Mmm, very nice Brazilian too. A really sexy dark brown strip, the same colour as her hair, no more than a half-inch wide and two long. I'd seen enough and wanted to watch Anthony's reaction to her. He was on his knees eye tight to the keyhole. I knelt behind him, pushing my mini up to my waist, and placing a knee each side of him. 'Have you seem her front yet?' 




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He shook his head, and then stopped abruptly. 'Oh no. Fuck me!' 

I guess now he had. 'I know. Hot isn't she. Aren't you glad you came for coffee?' 

I ran my hands around him grabbing his wrists and placing his hands on my bare thighs. He looked down. I pushed his head back to the keyhole and whispered in his ear, 'Keep watching, while you feel me.' 

He started rubbing from my knees, to the top of my thighs. While he did so, I unzipped him and pulled out his now rock hard cock. I put a mouthful of saliva on my hand, and started to slowly jerk him off as he watched Michelle. We sat like that, me wanking him as he felt my legs watching the hot little bitch putting on a show, she knew nothing about for my friends' horny husband. . After about ten minutes I heard the water shut off. I pulled him quietly to his feet and pushed him to the stairs. 

We were sitting in the lounge when Michelle came down looking fresh and sparkling. 'Jenny, I can't thank you enough for putting a complete stranger up like this.' 

'You're really not a stranger anymore Michelle. You are welcome anytime. You'd better run your taxi is outside.' 

She grabbed her bag, kissed me on both cheeks, waved goodbye to Anthony and was out the door. 

'So, did you enjoy her?' 

'Jenny, I'm so fucking horny. Please here's the £50. Please just suck me off.' 

Without a word I walked over and took the £50, sat it aside, and unzipped his trousers. I pulled his prick out and slowly slipped it into my mouth. 

'Oh God Jenny, yes.' 

I played with him for a while, teasing his prick. 'I hope you don't need to cum to badly. This takes time.' 

'I don't think I can wait, just let me cum.' 

I shook my head as I swallowed him again, 'Uh, uh.' I worked him for ten minutes, taking him up and down. As he was on the verge, I would squeeze him or bite down with my teeth to stop him. 

'Please Jenny...' 

He jumped as his phone rang. 'Fuck. It's Mary!' 

'So, answer it.' I sucked harder pushing him to the back off my throat. 

'Hi honey....No; I stopped off at Mike and Jenny.....No he's still away. I forgot....No, I was dropping off I golf club I borrowed.' 

Very good Anthony. I was now wanking him with my hand, as I sucked his balls into my mouth. I could see he was struggling to talk. 'Yes she's just making me coffee....Oh, okay...I'll just call her.' 

He moved the phone away from his mouth, looked down as I continued to give him probably the best head off his life. 

'Jenny, it's Mary. She wants a word.' 

I don't know why I did it. Probably a combination of the horny weekend, letting Anthony watch Michelle, and mainly Mary on the phone, but instead of taking the phone straight away I stood up and dropped my mini to the ground. Anthony just stared, as I was wearing no panties, my pussy in line with his face. 

'Hang on a minute honey, she's just coming.' 

I took the phone and in just my boots and white cotton top, pushed him back and knelt over his lap. 

'Hi Mary. How are you?' I said into the phone as I plunged myself onto his cock in one go, and started grinding my hips back and forth. With my free hand I undid my top and pushed my tit into Anthony open mouth. 

'Oh good, I'm glad it went well.....Really, that's great.....Oh the usual....Yes, back on Wednesday....' 

I held the phone away and whispered in his ear. 'Pinch them....Harder....Oh yes, that's it. Keep it like that.' 

He was twisting them and pulling them and me towards him as I leant back to resist him. They were hard and dark and an inch long. Meanwhile I continued to fuck him. Up and down, up and down, grinding back and forth. Anthony had his head back biting his bottom lip. 

'No, don't worry, its no problem.....Which recipe?....Oh yes....I'll make sure to give it to him.' 

Up and down, up and down. I held the phone away again. 

'Don't you dare cum yet!' He nodded, eyes half closed. 

'Sorry what? I missed that Mary.....Yes.... Uh huh...Oh don't worry, he'll defiantly be cumming soon!' 

Anthony grinned at my ambiguosness. I was fucking him faster and faster. 'Okay Mary....You too....See you soon.....Bye.' 

I hung up and slowed my fucking. 'Dinner's nearly ready. I think I need to finish you off.' 

He nodded dumbly. 'Fuck yes.' 

'Not like this though.' 

I climbed off him, ordering him to stand. Sitting on the couch, legs spread wide. 

'Now I want you to fuck my mouth.' 

I took his prick in his mouth and let him grab me by my ponytails and start ramming back and forth. I was gagging but let him carry on as he got faster. I pulled back. 'Where do you want to come honey?' 

I could see he loved me calling him honey. 'I want you to take the first half of my load in your mouth, but don't swallow, let it run out of your mouth and down your face. Then I want to shoot the rest over those fucking big nipples and all over that tight shaved cunt of yours darling.' 

'Mmm, just what I was hoping you'd say. Call me honey or Mary as you do it okay?' 

He nodded, his eyes alight. He grabbed my ponytails and started to face fuck me again. 'I'm about to cum honey.' 

I grunted with his cock filling my mouth. Looking up so he could see I was ready. 'Here it comes baby, suck me Mary.' 

I pushed back as the first jet entered my mouth. Then the next. I pulled him out and wanked him, letting the cum flow out of my mouth and down my chin. I aimed him at my nipple. 

'Shoot it Anthony darling, on my nipple. Pretend I'm Mary.' 

'Oh fuck, your such a slut Mary.' 

More spunk left his cock hitting my nipple and spilled off onto my stomach. I lay back, pulled him forward as I pumped him, so he could hit my cunt just like he wanted. The last stream shot out, followed by smaller drops. 

'Oh yes, good girl Mary!' 

I looked done. Bulls eye right on my pussy. 

'Fuck that was horny. I hope you enjoyed it?' 

'God yeah. You are such a little slut Jenny.' 

Hmmph. Second time in 2 days I'd been called that. I suppose I am really. 

'Good.' 

'So how much do I owe you for the extras? 

'No. That was my idea.' 

' I like to pay you. That way when Mary and I come to dinner your Jenny our friend down the road, but when I come on my own, your Jenny, my little whore down the road.' 

I was a bit shocked that he had called me 'his little whore', but was actually quite turned on by it. 

'Fair enough. Lets just say that was a demonstration of a new service, so just £50.Enough to buy some stilettos to go with my corset.' 

'Okay.' 

'You better get going.' 

I walked to the kitchen naked except for my boots, still covered in cum, and fetched a cookery book. 

'Mary wanted a recipe. I don't think it's in there, so you'll need to come around tomorrow and get the right one. I think you might have to spank my arse for wasting your time!' 

He looked at me as he zipped his pants. 'Spank you?' 

I tilted my head coyly like a schoolgirl. 

'I've never tried it, but I hear it's fucking nice, especially in a corset and stilettos. Bring your wallet.' 

The end. 

Authors Note: While not all fact, large parts of this story are basically true, but using 'writers licence' to add extra spice. I combined two separate weekends into one for this. I know many people find this unlikely, but you need just type exhibitionism into a search engine to find numerous sites of woman who enjoy showing off. Many off them far more daring than myself. I choose to put my experiences into words not pictures (though did put a picture in the profile section). Hope you enjoyed the story. I'd love lots of feedback