3 comments/ 66121 views/ 6 favorites Carole Ch. 01 By: Shovel Chapter 1: The Beginning My wife is a very extroverted, sexual and gregarious person. This is an explosive combination in someone who is 35, but looks 28 or so, with long dark hair, deep brown eyes, high cheekbones and a permanent flush. She is 5' 8" tall, with long legs that seem to go on forever, and is a size 12 (English size; for the US readers, this is about 35B, 25 36). She wasn't always an extrovert – I made her this way. She used to be very conservative, and would always wear clothes that hid her beauty, little make up and almost never wore sexy lingerie, except for "special occasions". What did I do to get her to change? I had her hypnotised. It took about two or three sessions, but the result is greater than I imagined, or anticipated. Not that I am complaining, she has turned into the most ravishing creature ever to populate my fantasies. We had often spoken about her inhibitions, and had tried a number of ways to get her to open up, but not until the middle of last year did we have much success. This is the story of her transformation. I own and manage a small company, with about 25 staff, and once or twice a year, Carole and I attend a Round Table dinner night with other entrepreneurs and business colleagues in Plymouth. These functions are always formal affairs, Black Tie for the men and Long Cocktail for the women, with various forms of entertainment and a sumptuous dinner. Last year, the organisers had booked a Hypnotist, who proceeded to amuse us with her stage act throughout an excellent evening. I was looking forward to getting home, as I knew that Carole had worn her special occasion underwear – thong, suspender belt with seamed stockings, and ½ cup bra – and I was anticipating the removal of her demure high necked cocktail dress, followed by a blow job, maybe a 69, and a long drawn out sex session. At the end of the evening, the hypnotist was still in the building, and I had a sudden idea, that I could get her to place a post hypnotic suggestion into Carole. I excused myself from our dinner partners, and went over to talk to her. I broached the subject carefully, but she was receptive to the idea, and we agreed a price. She told me that she had a room in the hotel and that I should bring Carole with me for her first session. I returned to our table, and told the others that Carole and I would be leaving now. Carole looked a little surprised, but thought that we would be going home to our anticipated romp. She was even more surprised when I guided her, not to the entrance, but to the lifts. "Have you got a room here?" she enquired. "Not exactly", I replied "I have arranged a little surprise that I think you will like. Remember our talks about getting your inhibitions lowered?" "Yes", she said. "What about them – what have you done?" "I have arranged for the hypnotist to place a post hypnotic suggestion into your mind, to break down your inhibitions, and to hopefully let us act out some of our fantasies." This was a deliberate hook, as she is always wilder in bed if we have discussed our fantasies first, or read some of the E & V stories on Literotica or in some magazines. "I'm not too sure", said Carole. "Talking about it is one thing, going through it is another. I'm not happy about letting someone mess around with my mind – what if she does something I won't like, I couldn't stop her." I reassured her that I would be present all the time, and that I would monitor all the suggestions and veto any that I did not think were appropriate. "Besides," I said, "You know how hot you get when we talk about this in bed, now's your chance to try it. If it doesn't work, we've lost only a little money. If we don't like the way it turns out, we can get it removed, and if we do, we win!" "You win," she said with a little sulk. The lift chimed and the doors opened. I guided Carole into the quiet, darkened corridor, and along the deep pile carpet toward the hypnotists room – "Sam Stone" she was billed as, although I now knew she was called Samantha Dimond. I knocked, and Samantha opened the door. Carole hung back nervously, but Samantha breezed past me and took her arm, talking all the time about what I felt was just a little too commonplace, as though they had been friends for years instead of having only just met. I soon found out that it was all part of the routine, designed to relax and reassure the "patient". It worked too, Carole seemed to be happy to be guided toward the only chair in the room, a wing-backed arm chair typical of hotels the world over. Sam removed Carole's coat, talking all the while, and I realised with a start, that Carole was already beginning to go under (I hate that term, but it's the best way of describing it). I stood back and watched the process, fascinated by the almost miraculous way that Carole's consciousness was stripped away. Eventually, she appeared to be asleep, yet remained upright. Sam approached me and asked if I was sure about what we were doing, and what exactly I wanted from her. "We want you to change her perceptions of herself," I said, emphasizing the "We" to make sure that she was aware it was not all my idea. "We want her to be able to wear sexy clothes, to be unafraid to show off her body in the right packaging, and to be a little freer with herself. She is very conservative, not at all outgoing, and we want that to change." "You have to be very sure of this", said Sam. "This could easily backfire, and she may become someone you don't want – do you really want me to do this?" "Yes" I said. Sam turned back to Carole and began talking, softly, almost whispering, and I strained to hear. She was telling Carole that her body was beautiful, that it was wrong to deny others the chance to see that beauty, and that Carole should be glad that others wanted to see her. She said that from now on, Carole would be more confident in herself, that she would appreciate the gift she had to offer, and that if she should feel at any time that what she was doing was wrong, she would be able to close down that part of her mind. She also said that Carole should respond to my suggestions, at first anyway, to get into the right frame. She then gradually brought Carole up out of her sleep state, and Carole looked a little bewildered. "Did it work?" she asked "Let's see, shall we?" I said, "Don't you feel a little warm in that dress? Don't you think that you would be more comfortable out of it?" Carole looked a little shocked at first, then I could almost see the internal debate as she considered the suggestion, wavering between her natural refusal and imposed agreement, and finally the relaxed and at the same time, excited, appearance, cross her face as she accepted the suggestion. She stood and reached around to pull the zip of her dress down, which she did while all the time staring into my eyes. I could see the initial hesitation give way to a more animal excitement, as the dress slowly slipped from her shoulders, to pool at her feet. She stepped away from the dress in her high heels, and looked at me, before turning and pirouetting on her toes. She looked back at me over her shoulder, and with a coquettish smile, asked "Do you like what you see?" I could only nod in dumbfounded silence, as I stared at the vision before me. Her high heels led the way from the floor to her stocking clad ankles, and the seam of her stockings led my eyes up her legs, to the darker band at the top, giving way to the white flesh of her thighs and the perfectly formed half globes of her wonderful ass, framed by the black straps of her suspenders and with the single v-shape of her black thong disappearing between the cheeks. I looked further up, seeing her slim waist from the back, up past her bra strap to her smiling eyes. She turned away, to look at Sam, who I now realised was looking at the nipples, just appearing over the tops of her bra cups, and said, "What about you, do like the view too?" Sam nodded and said, "Yes, Carole, it's very nice, and you are extremely beautiful. Now, you must visit me again in about a week, and I will give you another session to reinforce the work we have done tonight." I said "Come on then, Carole, lets leave Sam to her bed." Carole reached for her dress, and made as if to put it on. "Don't bother," I said, "just put your coat on, it's warm enough", and to my surprise, without any hesitation whatsoever, she did. I picked up her dress, folded it carefully, and draped it over my arm. Anyone who had seen carole earlier, would be able to spot that it was the dress she had been wearing that night. Her coat came only down to mid thigh, about 6" above her knee, so if she was not careful, she would be exposing more than was polite! I led the way from Sam's room, thanking her for the amazing progress so far. We strolled to the lifts, and made our way down to the lobby. I was extremely excited, and rock hard, knowing that she was wearing just the lingerie under her coat, and decided we would see how far I could get her to go that night. I suppose I was a little afraid that the spell would wear off somehow – how little did I know then. I sat Carole in the lobby, and asked the concierge to call us a cab. While waiting, I suggested to Carole that she might like to undo the buttons of her coat as it was very warm. She immediately reached up and undid them all, allowing her coat to fall to the sides of her legs. The coat draped across her heaving chest, allowing glimpses of her tits beneath, and a magnificent view of her stocking tops, silky black thong and suspenders. The bell hop surreptitiously repositioned himself to get a better view, and it was amusing to watch as he tried to look without appearing to. Our cab arrived, and we stood, and walked across to the entrance, Caroles coat flapping open as she walked. The bell hop got an eyeful of her nipples and superbly displayed body as we sauntered across the lobby. The concierge held the door of the cab, his eyes widening like saucers as Carole allowed her coat to fall completely open as she sat in the rear seat. I took the place beside her, and noticed the driver peering in his mirror as he noticed her for the first time. The door slammed, and the driver moved off. I gave him our address, and we settled back for the 15 minute drive home. I whispered to Carole, that as we were now out of the public view, she could remove her coat, bra and thong, if she wanted to. She looked at me, smiled and said "OK, if you want me to." I nodded agreement, and she slid forward on her seat, sliding the coat off her shoulders and down her back. The drivers eyes widened, and he said "Look mister, I don't know what the deal is here, but you can't have it away in my cab, right?" "Don't worry," I said, "just relax and enjoy the show." Carole by this time had removed her coat and draped it onto the seat between us. She leaned forward and removed her bra, allowing her tits to proudly stand forward. She leaned forward, raised her ass slightly, and asked me to remove her panties. I reached over, and eased them down at the back, leaving her pussy covered by the small triangle at the front. She leaned back, raised her ass again, and slid them down and off. She sat back, naked but for stockings and suspenders, and the driver was almost craning his neck to get a better view in the mirror. Once again I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "When we get out, leave your panties in the drivers lap, and don't put your coat on." We pulled up at our house a few minutes later, and we got out of the cab. I paid the fare plus the usual tip, and stood back. I had Carole's dress, coat and bra in my hand, Carole stood naked in the street, holding her thong. She leaned in the drivers window, dropped her panties, and said "That's for you, to help with this" and reached down to give his crotch a grope. Then she turned and sashayed toward our front door, her ass framed in those suspenders, her arms by her sides. I wondered if any of our neighbours were awake at this hour, and watching from their bedroom windows. I looked around but did not see any faces, or twitching curtains. The driver waited, until we reached the door, then slowly began to move off, Carole turned and stood, legs splayed about 12" apart with right foot a little in front of the left, left hand on her hip, and raised her right arm above her head to wave to the driver. It was a classic Adam and Eve pose, right out of the art books, and it made her look stunning. I told her to wait right there, opened the door, ran in and got my camera, and ran out again. I told her to take up the same pose, and snapped half a dozen pictures, using flash. This attracted some attention, and I noticed the curtains of the bloke across the street open about 6", and a face appear at the window. I didn't tell Carole, but got her to lay on the damp grass, moving and posing as if she were a glamour model, for about 10 minutes, all while Mike, and I thought his wife, was watching. Then we moved inside, where I bent her over the back of the Sofa, extracted my cock and eased it into her sopping pussy. She was ready, and came within seconds of my fingers finding her clit, while I pumped away, sliding my cock out to the limit before plunging back. I couldn't last long, and came within a very few minutes. Carole looked back, and said, "That was good – if that's what it does to you, why didn't we do this before?" and with that pulled herself forward off my cock, turning and dropping to her knees. She pulled me forward with her hands on my ass, enveloping my cock in her warm mouth, licking and slurping, cleaning all our combined juices from it, and making me harder. She kept sucking and soon I was ready to fuck her again. She pulled off and laid on the floor, where I mounted her, and we made love once more. This time we made it last, slowing up and changing position whenever our orgasms got too close, and not until we had been slowly screwing for over an hour did we both come together. We showered, soaping each other and rinsing off, and then moved to the bedroom, where we sank into an exhausted sleep. This was only the beginning – the first night, and we had many more adventures to come. The next day, I thought we would go shopping for a new wardrobe, to get some things more suitable to what I hoped would become a completely new personality. I told Carole what my plans were, and she went to dress. She spent some time in her wardrobe, choosing her dress for the day. While leafing through her clothes, she stood naked, something she would not ordinarily have done, and absently played with a nipple. Having decided, she disappeared into the bathroom, where I heard the shower start, so I started to read while I waited. When she had finished, she returned to the bedroom and as she made her way to the wardrobe, I noticed that she had shaved her pussy. I commented on this and she replied, "It will be better without any pubes to get in the way if I am trying on skimpy stuff." She turned and pulled out a knee length button up dress, and put it on. No panties, no bra, just the dress and shoes. She did her makeup, and we left to go to the town centre, which is about a three mile drive, and which was completely uneventful. We arrived at the first shop, which was a young fashion place. Whenever I had suggested we browse here before, she always took one look at the models in the window in the short miniskirts and tank tops and refused to go in. This time however, she took me there. We wandered around, picking up various outfits for her to try on – miniskirts, sheer blouses, tank tops, dresses. All had one thing in common; they were designed to show off the female sexuality. We took the pile to the changing room and the assistant told her she could only take in three items at once. She chose an outfit, and left me holding the rest while she disappeared into the curtained off cubicle, which she did not close properly, giving me and anyone close by a good view, although there wasn't anyone around yet. Within a few minutes she came out wearing a short grey miniskirt and sheer white blouse, which clearly showed her tits. "How does this look?" she asked. "Wonderful" I said. "Very sexy" said the assistant, to which Carole smiled a thank-you. She took another outfit, and said to the assistant, whose name we saw on her badge was Jane, that she was going to buy this one, and could she take in another to change into? Jane was reluctant, but eventually agreed. Carole disappeared again, and returned to place the first outfit on a chair close by. She was wearing a very short black and white kilt style skirt, about 11" from waist to hem, and a white tank top that was semi-sheer, just about showing the colour of her nipples, and which was not much more than a bra. As she bent to place the outfit on the chair, the skirt rose up in back to clearly show that she had no knickers on, her pussy lips showing below the skirt that she was aroused by the fact that they were red and puffy, glistening with juice. The assistant also noticed and went a bright red colour, but didn't say anything, as Carole turned and asked if this one too was OK? "It very definitely is", I said, "In fact, you can throw that old dress away and wear that for the rest of the day." "OK" said Carole, "but I just want to try on one more thing." She picked out a black lace dress and asked me to put the rest back on the racks. She changed again, and came out wearing the dress. I noticed that it was fully lined, which I was not too happy about, and said so. "Snip snip" said Carole, miming scissors with her fingers, and showing that the lining was only fixed at the shoulder straps. This was better, without the lining the dress would be almost transparent, and with a little more tailoring the Rose Lace pattern would appear as though it was a tattoo! We picked up her purchases after she had changed into her new outfit of mini and tank top, and put her shoes on. As we walked to the cash desk, I told her we needed to go and get some shoes now, as the ones she was wearing were not right for the outfit. We paid and went to a shoe shop, but on the way were distracted when Carole dived into a large department store called Dingles. She practically ran to the escalator, and I held back, so that I could get on behind her to see how much would show on the stairs from below. As I did, a group of young lads got on in front, and it took a while for one of them to notice, but when he did, he turned to his mates, pointed, and in a stage whisper, said, "Look, she ain't got no knickers on!" Carole must have heard, because as they all peered upwards, she turned and raised the front of her skirt, showing them her bald pussy, and smiling. The lads must have too shell shocked to move, because just then Carole reached the top, and walked off. I pushed past the lads, and hurried after, to see where she was going. She headed into the Swimwear section, walked straight up to the assistant, a man, and said, "I want a thong back bikini, where are they?" He looked a little shocked, and said "We only sell two, madam, they're over there", pointing in the general direction of a rack of bikini's. She went straight to the rack and picked out a very pink, string tie side thong and triangle top. She went into the changing rooms, and came back out a few minutes later wearing the bikini. She turned around in front of the mirror, me and one very surprised assistant, and asked me how she looked. "Fine" I said "But I think it might be better topless" She reached around and pulled the strings at the rear, removing the bra top. Now standing topless in a department store, in just a G-string bikini, she looked behind me and waved. It was the group of lads, who had spotted her and were now standing around, mouths open. "I think I'll try the yellow one as well" she said, and walked over to get it, her ass swaying and tits wobbling free. Carole Ch. 01 By this time the assistant had recovered himself and followed, saying "Madam, you can't walk around the store like that!" "Why not? There's no signs to say so, and you sell the bikini", said Carol, standing with hands on hip, tits out facing the guy, who was getting redder by the second. I could see this was going to get out of hand and so I walked over, took Carole by the arm and said tht she should get dressed and we would buy the Yellow one anyway. She agreed and left to dress. We left the store with her two new bikini's and carried on to the shoe shop, where we got a very forward young man to fit her for her new shoes. He was very absorbed in what was under her skirt, so much so that he put the wrong shoe on the wrong foot. Of course, Carole was making it as easy as possible for him to see her pussy, splaying her legs and making sure her skirt was as high as possible, when the first intimation that the hypnosis had worked even better than I hoped occurred. She leaned forward and said to the guy "Do you like it?" to which he replied in the positive – at lease we thing his grunt was a positive. "Well, why don't you touch it then" she said. I was a little surprised, but more than a little excited by this, and my hard on which I had had since the first store, grew even more. He looked at me, so I nodded, and he tentatively put his hand up under her skirt. She leaned back and I could see her smile as he got bolder, and started playing with her pussy. I moved behind her and she leaned back onto me as I reached down and played with her nipples. Her breathing got shallower and faster, her face began to flush, and I could see that the guy now had both hands under her skirt, one moving rhythmically back and forth as the other played with her clit. He was finger fucking her, and she reached down to pull her skirt up. Luckily, there was no-one else around as she came, gripping the edge of the stool and sliding forward to meet his fingers. Once she had come, she pulled his hands from her pussy, stood up, straightened her clothes, and we left after paying for the shoes. After the second session with Samantha, Carole became even more vivacious, if that were possible. She never wore underwear, and was constantly in extremely short dresses and skirts, with as much sheer material as she could legally get away with. She wanted to find ways in which to show off her body as much as possible, and used the old tricks like changing rooms, short skirts on windy days and driving around naked. She also began to exhibit tendencies towards sexual situations that I did not think she would get into, even after the hypnosis, however, there was a definite sexual tension around her most of the time. I hit on the idea of photography, of hiring her out as a lingerie, swimsuit and nude glamour model. I contacted a few clubs, all of which expressed an interest. I visited a number, and the more seedy, downmarket ones I rejected. Two, however, met my standards. They were light and airy, situated in fairly quiet modern area's in the town, and not down some dingy backstreet. I specified that I would have to be present at all shoots, and that no private work would be undertaken – all shoots were to be part of the club routine. I was asked if Carole would have any objection to location shoots, to which I obviously replied that there would be no problem with outdoor locations, provided the weather was suitable, and sufficient security could be provided, whether by the club members themselves or by external "doormen". I attended a couple of sessions at these clubs before selecting one. We negotiated a fee of £75 per hour for the shoots, with Carole getting a copy of all shots for a portfolio. We also examined the costumes and lingerie, and I suggested some new ones they did not already have. The swimwear we would provide. I didn't tell Carole but merely told her to dress up in a sexy outfit one night without underwear, and to make sure she shaved her pussy and did her make up well. I had been shopping for some sexy bikinis and thong swimwear which I had packed in a bag, together with some stuff that was nominally swimwear but which would lead to arrest if worn in public, and which I had got from an Internet site dedicated to the Pole dancing industry. Carole emerged wearing a short black and white kilt and a black semi sheer blouse. No underwear so her nipples were just about visible, and a pair of 4" high black stillettos. We set off, with Carole asking constantly where we were going, but I remained silent, until we got to the building. The club had a studio on the second floor of the building, which had a total of 3 floors, and an open flat roof top. As we pulled up outside, I told her what we had in mind. "I have hired you out as a glamour model for the club here", I said. "You will be modelling lingerie, bikini's and doing nudes. In fact, although they haven't asked for it, I am sure that you will do anything they ask, yes?" Her eyes lit up. "Oh, yes" she said, "I think I can give them what they want." We got out of the car, and entered the building through the front door, a large lobby are just beyond. We walked across the carpeted area to the stairs on the right, climbing them to the first floor. In front of us was a single door, marked Plymouth and Devonport Amateur Photography Club. I pushed the door open, and we entered a room used as a reception, I led Carole through into the main studio, where we were met by the club secretary. She took Carole by the arm and led her away to complete the paperwork, and then to the changing rooms. I waited in the main area until the secretary called me in, and I gave Carole the bag containing the swimwear. Carole dressed in a fairly demure Bikini for her first shoot, an electric blue, high cut leg and full bra coverage. I led her out to the studio where about 30 photographers were waiting, about 9 or 10 female. She posed for about 10 minutes in this, with the photographers calling out instructions to get her in the poses they wanted. Then she left to get changed, returning in a hot pink thong type. Of course, this led to most of the poses being from the rear, with her ass pushed out, and Carole peering over her shoulders – very sexy stuff. Then she left again, this time returning in one of the dancers outfits. It was basically a white strap which was shaped to cover nipples and clitoris, but little else. This raised the stakes a little, and definitely the temperature. The poses became much more risque, and the strap soon disappeared into her pussy lips, and was pulled off her nipples. Before long it was discarded altogether for some initial nude work. The photographers had Carole posing with her legs spread wide, on all fours, lying on her back, legs up in the air in a V, and any other position they could think of to display her. She got up again, and went to change. The photographers took the opportunity to change film, or download to laptops from digital cameras. Carole came back after about 10 minutes, wearing the first of the lingerie. A pair of white high heel shoes, white stockings, white thong, Basque with suspenders holding the stocking tops, and white long evening gloves. Over the top, she was wearing a sheer white negligee, left open to flare back from her shoulders as she walked. The guys asked if she would pose on the roof top, against the setting sun, so we walked up the stairs. Carole stood at the end of the roof, against a railing, and the photographers directed her poses again. She began stripping off the clothes, negligee first. I looked around and a number of buildings around us would be able to see her from their top floor offices. She continued to remove items of clothing over a 10 – 15 minute period, until she was just wearing her stockings and shoes. She leant back on the railings, thrusting her hips forward, with her feet about 2 feet apart. Her entire pussy was visible, lips red and swollen, with a hint of moisture. Her nipples were hard as she displayed herself for the photographers. One of the women asked her to touch herself, so she let her hands stroke her nipples and move down to her pussy. She began stroking her lips, and she began seriously masturbating. She was pulling on her nipples, and thrusting first one, then two and three fingers into her pussy. Her legs buckled as she came, and she slumped down to the roof top. Camera's were clicking everywhere as they all captured this climax. Afterward we moved back to the studio, Carole went for a drink, and returned to the studio with it for a break. She remained naked, and circulated amongst the group chatting. I noticed one or two taking a couple of frames. Two of the woment buttonholed her and I could see them talking quite earnestly. I wandered over and Carole said "Mike, these two have just offered me £1000 to make a movie. What do you think?" "Only if it is in here, as part of the group" I replied. "We want Carole to come to our place to do this" said one of them "we share a flat, and have all our video stuff there." "Does the club not own any?" I said. "No, we've been trying to persuade the rest to get some, but so far no luck" "Then it'll have to be next time. Bring your gear and a storyboard, and we'll see about it then." So far we have not had another session with the club, but I'm sure it won't be long. Carole returned to the studio and spent the next hour masturbating with a variety of toys: vibrators, dildos and such. Loads of frames were shot, and Carole now has a superb portfolio if she was ever to take it up on a full time basis. We left the club that evening £150 up, and Carole travelling home in the nude, again. Another episode springs to mind that will give a good idea of what she was like at this stage. We had gone for a walk over the Hoe, with a couple of friends, Ian and Denise. They had been our friends for quite some time, nearly 5 years, and so had noticed the dramatic change in Carole. Neither had remarked on it, but on this day, Carole was wearing a circular skirt, cut at about 11" in length, with a white spidersweb design top, that left nothing to the imagination. Her breasts were completely visible through the mesh, although her nipples were hidden (just). The skirt, being circular, was very flouncy, and every little gust of breeze threatened to lift it enough to show everyone that she was wearing no underwear. We walked up to the Hoe from the town, Ian and I following Carole and Denise. The breeze was light, fortunately, bust was still enough to lift Caroles skirt fairly high, showing Ian a fair amount of buttock. He looked at me a couple of times, almost as if enquiring as to whether I should allow this to continue, but I ignored it. We continued over the top of the Hoe and down to the Lido, a Victorian complex of paths and seating area's on the short cliff that used to be a favourite place for the Victorians to "take the sea air". In my younger days, it was the place we would take our girlfriends after dark for some heavy petting! We walked around for a while, and bought some ice creams from one of the cafe's. Denise led the way down toward the sea front, to an alcove we all used to use as teenagers. This is a semi spherical shell, hidden from the road, but on one of the many paths which is well used by casual strollers. Ian, Denise and I sat on the wooden bench, but Carole decided she was going to sunbathe. Off came the top, down went the skirt, and she laid down on the path on her back. "You can't do that here", said Denise, shocked. "Why not?", asked Carole. "Because someone might see you." "So?" "Well aren't you afraid of getting seen, or arrested?" "No." said Carole. "I've looked into it, and the law does not stop you from stripping off anywhere you like, providing you are not doing it to provoke a sexual response or to humiliate anyone. So as long as I can say I am just sunbathing the police can not do anything about it." "I'm not so sure," said Ian. "Much as I am enjoying the view, you may cause some poor old man to have a heart attack" Denise looked daggers at him at this comment. She did not know what to do, and looked over to me with a look which said, "Don't just sit there, do something!" "Don't look at me," I said "She's been like this for some time, and she seems to enjoy it, so I'm going to let her carry on. Truth be told, I enjoy her doing it, I love looking at her, and she gets really wild when she's done something like this, if you see what I mean." Denise looked horrified, but Carole sat up, her magnificent breasts wobbling, and turned to Denise, saying "Watch this, if you think I'm being brazen now." With this, she stood, picked up her skirt and top, and walked out of the alcove, turning left to walk down toward the Barbican. Denise ran out to try and stop her, but Carole shook her off and carried on. Ian and I got up to follow, and Ian asked me how I could let her do it. By way of reply, I explained the whole story, from fantasy to reality, including the Hypnotist. He was amazed, and asked me to write down Samantha's number. "I don't think I'll get Denise to go, but she has always been a little shy and wished she wasn't, so you never know!" Carole by now had left the lido area, and was walking down past the harbour area, where the Dockyard boat tours begin, in full view of the road and all the pedestrians. Her shaven cunt on display, tits bouncing and swaying , and her heir blowing in the breeze. I sped up a little, because in the mood she was in, she may well have walked the entire length of the Barbican, and I thought that may have been just too much. Poor Denise was apoplectic, nearly having kittens at trying to get Carole to cover up. "I think thats far enough," I said. "I think you've made your point." Carole looked at me, and stopped to pull her skirt on, and lifted her arms to slip the top over her head. The crowd that had gathered on the road above cheered and clapped as she got dressed. She turned and waved, curtsied, and we walked off down the road to the Barbican, then to the car and home. This incident was one of many similar, each getting more and more risque. We went to a nightclub, with her wearing a completely transparent lace dress. She walked through the town one night after we had been to the pub, totally naked. We went over the moors and she stripped off. Which reminds me of another game we played. She asked me to set something up where she would have to be naked in a semi public setting, with no possibility of getting her clothes if things turned sour, like the police arriving. I thought long and hard over this, because I didn't want her to get in trouble, but I wanted to indulge her. So, one evening in the summer, at about 9pm while it was still broad daylight, we drove out onto the moors. I stopped at a busy cross roads on the north moor, near Two Bridges, and hid a car key under a rock by the signpost. Then I drove off, about 2 miles and pulled into one of the many roadside parking area's. I told her to get undressed, and put her clothes in the boot. I then put the only other key in the car, locked all the doors, and shut them. She was now totally helpless. Her clothes were in the car, and the only two ways of getting to them were to walk to the crossroads, down a fairly busy road, or call the breakdown service. She elected to go get the key from the crossroads. I sat down and she looked at me strangely. "Are you not coming?" she asked. "Nope." I said, "This is your game, you go get the key," and laid back on the grass. She set off down the road, arms swinging, butt swinging, breasts bouncing. Once she was out of sight, I got up and sprinted down a path alongside the old Leat. From here I could keep an eye on her, and help if things got a little scary, but she would not know that I was around. A number of cars passed, some slowing down, but none stopping. She just sauntered on, seemingly oblivious, until she was nearly at the crossroads. Then a car stopped, and reversed up to her. I could see two young lads in the car, and was getting ready to run to her aid, when I could see her smile, rest her arms on the car roof and lean down to talk to them. Her breasts were hanging down no more than two or three inches from the passengers face, and I could see his look of total incredulity. He slowly reached up and flicked a nipple. She jumped but did not move away. I could see him getting a little bolder, and he grabbed a tit and started kneading it, while rolling his thumb around her nipple. The other guy leaned over, and siad something, to which I could see her reply, "Yes". He ran his hand up her leg, toward her pussy. She spread her legs to give him access, and he began stroking her lips, she squirmed, and he pushed a finger right in. At this, I could see her eyes close, and she lifted her head to rest it on her hands. The passenger was playing with both tits, while his mate was finger fucking her. I could see it wouldn't be long before she came, and I wondered what she was going to do when she did, and they wanted their turn. She was writhing around on the drivers fingers now, and finally let out a load moan "Christ, fucking hell." she shouted as she came. I could see her knees buckle as the orgasm washed over her. She put her hands down and pulled the drivers fingers from her dripping pussy. She licked her juices from his fingers, and then leaned in the window. I could not see from where I was, so I moved closer, keeping hidden, to a point on a rock outcrop from where I could see through the windscreen. I had a raging hard on at this point, and as I watched it got harder. She had unzipped both guys, and was sucking one deep while she wanked the driver. I could see her cheeks bulge as she went down on the passenger, and I knew how he was feeling. Carole has a wonderful technique with blowjobs, even if she doesn't do it very often. From my vantage point, I could see her hand as she gave the driver a hand job, it was slowly and sensuously stroking up and down, har thumb just brushing the top as she did so. I could also see that he was wishing it was him in the passenger seat. His mate was moaning now, and thrusting his hiips up to meet her as she bobbed up and down. He shouted that he was about to come, but she didn't stop. He blew his load in her mouth, and she swallowed it all. He laid back, exhausted, and she turned her attention to the driver. She said something and he looked at her before replying. She said something else, and he indid his seatbelt, got out of the car, and moved around behind her. I was dumbfounded. I hadn't thought she would be ready for this, but she just laid across the passengers lap as the driver thrust his dick into her cunt. I was anxiously scanning the road, because if anyone came along at this point, it would be hard to use any excuse! He thrust, she pushed back, he withdrew, she pulled forward. This went on for about 5 minutes before I heard her shout as she came again. Driver grunted, and I knew he was filling her cunt with his seed. Afterward, he pulled out, she stood up and wiped her hand across her pussy. I had seen her do this before, and I knew what was coming. She inserted three fingers, and scooped out his juices, mixed with hers, and she put them to her mouth, licked them clean, while he stood and watched in amazement. Then she kissed him on the lips, leaned in and did the same for the passenger, then just casually walked away as if nothing had happened. The two guys watched her go, completely disbelieving what had just happened. I wonder if they ever tried to tell their mates. They would not have been believed if they told half the story. Carole retrieved the key and returned without further event. When she got back I was in the same place, as though I had not left. "You took you time" I said. Carole Ch. 01 "Yeah," she replied. "Two guys came along and asked if I would give them a blow job. So I told them that one gets a blow job, the other one gets a fuck. They had to choose." "So, young were they? Did you have them both at once, or one at a time?" "Young enough to blow about half a pint of cum into me!" She opened the door, sat in the car and told me to take her home. No dressing, just as she was. "Not a chance. If you think you can wander off, get fucked, give a stranger a blow job and then not do the same for me, you will be walking home as you are!" She leaned down unzipped my jeans, pushed them down and took me into her mouth. It was probably the best blow job she has ever given me, and after the events I had witnessed earlier, I too filled her with more cum than I had ever done. She then leant back closed her eyes and said "Home James!" So I drove off. Samantha rang us a couple of weeks after the second session, and said her husband was having a few business associates out for a dinner, but the waitress had called in sick at the last minute. She asked if Carole would be willing to fill the breach. She explained that it was a stag do, and that the waitress costume was very risque, and that the girl who usually did the job was very flirty, although nothing too explicit was ever said or done. Samantha said if Carole agreed, I would be welcome to join the party as a guest of Gary, her husband. Of course, Carole jumped at the chance, Samantha gave us directions to her house, and we set off to get ready. Carole had a shower, shaved her pussy, and did her hair and make up. I showered and dressed in smart casual clothes as requested by Samantha. We left and found our way to Samantha's house, where Gary met us at the door. He told us that Samantha had explained the situation to him, and that he was very grateful for the last minute standin. He showed Carole to a room where her outfit was laid out. I asked if the do was to be here at his house, and he replied that he had hired a function room in a nearby pub, close enough to walk to. He said it was ideal, because the function room was upstairs, with a small anteroom which had one of those old hand powered Dumb Waiter lifts, and an intercom so that Carole would be able to place the orders for food and drinks without going into the bar. He had an arrangement with the publican that once his parties started, no-one came into the function room without calling up on the intercom first. Carole appeared from her changing room, and what a knockout. She was wearing a type of French Maids outfit - a black satin skirt, with black seamed stockings and suspenders just visible below the hem. Black stilletto heels I recognised from her wardrobe on her feet. A black transparent blouse showed that she was actually wearing a black lace bra underneath, with a short white apron over the skirt to finish the ensemble. I asked her to do a twirl, which she did, allowing the skirt to flare out, showing a black silk thong underneath. She looked fantastic, and Gary was ecstatic. We left the house to head for the pub, Carole carried her coat rather than wear it, "Might as well show it off if I'm going to wear it" she said as we walked down the drive. We got many honks of horns and whistles as we walked the 5 minutes to the pub. When we walked in the barmans jaw almost hit the floor. "Where's Jackie?" he asked "Sick"replied Gary, ushering us toward a door on the left. We passed through into a dimly lit hallway, with some stairs at the rear. At the top were three doors, one into the function room, the others to washrooms. Gary loed the way into the function room. The anteroom we entered first was about 15 feet by 10, with a coat reack on one side, and the lift with a small table in front of it on the other. The function room itself was large, covering almost the entire floor area of the pub downstairs. A small stage was set up in one corner, and the table had been arranged in a rectangle down the centre. Windows on two walls let in the light, covered with venetian blinds. Spotlights were provided to illuminate the stage area, but were currently off. Overhead, a number of ceiling lights provided the general lighting, together with wall lamps arranged about the four walls, again off as it was still daylight. The table was set with a four course setting. We were about 45 minutes early, and Carole went about making sure she knew where everything was, trying out the light switches, moving trolley and trays through the door to check out the best method of delivering to the guests. Gary and I made small talk while she did this, and Gary set up the background music. There was a small stereo, which he loaded with three CD's, and set them to repeat. When the guests arrived, Carole met them at the door, taking coats and hanging them, ensuring that her skirt rode up as high as possible as she reached for the hooks. Her stocking tops were plainly visible as she did this, and on one or two occasions, her bare ass cheeks also came into view. The guests were all smiles as they entered the room, some commenting on the 'waitress', so I knew that they had been on the receiving end of Caroles shows. Carole took orders for drinks, and passed them down to the bar by the intercom. The drinks arrived in the dumb waiter, and Carole brought them out on a tray, circultaing through the group of about 15, including Gary and me. She made sure that her hips swayed in an exagerated fashion as she did, so her skirt was continually swirling arounnd her stocking tops. She retired to the anteroom, sashaying purposely as she walked away from the group. All eyes in the room, including me, watched, and hungered for her. We sat at the table, and Carole came back with the menu's. As she walked around the outside, she made sure to bend over as she placed the menus in front of everyone, touching each on the shoulder, or ruffling their hair, talking to all with a smile and a giggle in her voice. Once she had made a full circuit of the table she asked if anyone would like any more to drink, to the orders and left again. Carole brought the drinks, took the orders for meals and left. After about 15 minutes she returned with the first course, only this time, she was minus her blouse. We all stared, as she made her way round the table delivering everyones food in skirt and bra. When we all had our food, she left. We sat and ate, and the conversation was totally about Caroles display. She returned to collect the dishes and left again, returning with the main courses. This time, the skirt had gone, so she was walking around in just thong and bra. All eyes followed her, and I noticed one or two hands stroking her thighs and ass while she moved. She ignored all the attention, and acted as though she always served food in her underwear. I wondered how far this would go, although I had a pretty good idea! She again asked if we needed more drinks, and everyone said yes. I think we all wanted her to be around as much as possible. I watched as she made her way back to the anteroom. Her ass was perfectly framed with the suspender straps down each thigh, and the thong making highlighting the curves at the top of her cheeks. She looked spectacular, and she knew it! She brought the next round of drinks, and one or two of the guys were getting bolder, with hands beginning to stray too close to home turf. She told each one who got too near "Not yet, just wait and watch". This gave me an instant hard on, as I knew then that there was almost certainly going to be a gang bang tonight, with my wife as the star of the show! Carole continued to make small talk, chatting and smiling as she went, the perfect hostess. We finished our dinners, with Carole wandering the table in her underwear, making sure that we were always with alcohol in glass. I slowed right down, so that I would be fully aware of the proceedings. Gary leaned over to me and said, "This is brilliant, she really knows how to work a crowd", I thought, yes, but how did she learn it? It seemed to come naturally to her. Carole cleared away the main course, and returned with the sweets menu, minus her bra. Now her tits bounced free as she moved, clad in just her stockings and thong, which I thought I could see was getting a little damp. As she passed me my menu, I slid my hand up the back of her leg, and before she could stop me, slid a finger under her thong. She was soaked. She looked at me with a wicked gleam in her eye, pulled my hand away, and said "You'll get yours, later". She walked to the end of the table, and started round again, taking orders. When she got to the head of the table, she stopped, stepped up onto the little stage turned around away from us, and slid her thong to the floor. She slowly turned back, and revealed her naked shaven pussy to us all. Continuing down the table, she took the remaining orders. AS she departed to place the orders, we were all stunned into silence, before a babble of conversation erupted as the door swung closed behind her. When she returned with the sweets on the trolley, we all fell silent again. She walked up to the first guy and placed his on the table in front of him. She moved to the next, and did the same. The third guy had ordered a banana split. "Would you like some extra sauce on your banana?" she asked. When he could only nod, she took the banana, and inserted it into her cunt, withdrew it and placed it in the bowl, scooping icecream over. She made her way round the table until she came to Gary. "You ordered the Surprise?" she enquired. "Thats right," he said. With that, she carried on past him, making sure each person had their sweets, and some getting more "extra sauce". Then she returned to Gary, pulled his chair away form the table, and sat on the table in front of him. Then she poured liqueurs, cream and ice cream sauces over her cunt, and pushed a banana into her sticky pussy. "Your Surprise, sir", she said with a little giggle. Everyone else, including me, had stopped eating, some were actually sat with their mouths hangin open as she said this. Gary took one look, and dived in, as we watched. He first licked around her pussy, cleaning all the sauce from it, then he nibbled at the end of the banana, pulling it slowly from her cunt and eating it. Carole writhed and wriggled, her breathing becoming more rapid as Gary licked at her clit, teasing it with his teeth, until she came noisily and violently, squeezing his head between her thighs. As Carole's orgasm subsided, she turned onto all fours on the table, and started crawling down the table, towards the far end, where one of the guys who had been particularly insistent on feeling her up earlier was seated. He was a tall guy, with a well defined physique, who obviously spent some time in the gym. Caroles ass was wiggling attractively as she crawled. She reached over the end of the table, and it was obvious that she was undoing his belt and fly. She looked him in the eye as she reached in and pulled out his cock, then leant forward and kissed him full on the mouth, tongue forcing its way in to his mouth. Tonight, she was definitely in charge, and she was going to have whatever she wanted, when she wanted it. She broke the kiss, turned onto her back and laid flat on the table, head hanging over the end. It was obvious what she wanted, and she was not disappointed. The guy stood, and inserted his cock down her throat, smoothly and slowly fucking her face as she sucked around him. Another of the blokes got up onto the table, pulled his trousers down around his ankles, and without any form of foreplay, rammed himself deep into her pussy. This was Caroles first spit roast, but not her last by any stretch. As she was fucked at both ends, she beckoned to those still seated on either side, indicating that they should stand. They did so, undoing their trousers, and pulling their cocks out, Carole made a grab for them and started wanking them. Before long, the guy fucking her face came with a loud grunt, Carole swallowing every drop. Then one of the ones she was wanking sprayed a load over her tits, and the one fucking her cunt also started to fill her. These three sat back down, and Carole called out for the next ones. Two immediately jumped up, but the one she was still wanking moved around to the head of the table, so he could get a blow job. Another mounted the table, and mounted her, fucking her hard. These also came fairly quick, which was not surprising given the show she had put on earlier. Carole got up then, walking back to the head of the table. She lent down to me, spunk running down her legs, and whispered in my ear "Tie me up", which had always been a fantasy of hers. I got hold of four belts from the guys, and stood her at the end of the table, crossways, bent her over, so that her head was at one side, and her ass and cunt were exposed on the other. I tied her ankles to the table legs, making sure they were spread very wide, and pulled her left arm forward by her head over the edge, tying it to the leg. The other I pulled forward and out to the right so that she was totally immobilised. She could move her head to lay it flat, or raise it so that her head was upright, chin just over the edge. I made the first move, dropping my trousers, and pushing my rock hard cock into her cunt from the rear. She moaned as I did, and it was not long before some one took his place at her face. We fucked her in rhythm, so that her movement was between us, both of us pushing forward at the same time. I noticed that one or two of the guys had gone for more drinks, and that there were one or two more people in the room, standing around and watching. This was a development I was not too sure about, but decided to leave things for a while to see how they played out. The feeling of her freshly fucked cunt on my cock was too much, and I came within a few minutes. Another took my place instantly. I decided that at this point, after these two had finished, we needed to clean her up a bit. She definitely did not need any help with Lube as I had just found out. I went and got some hot soapy water from the washrooms, when I returned, one of the guys asked me what it was for, so I told him. While waiting for the guys to finish, I went and ordered another round of drinks. The barman told me that the dumb waiter had broken, and that one of the bar maids would bring up the drinks in a few moments. I waited in the anteroom, not wanting her to see what was happening to my wife in the main room. When she arrived, Carole was in the throes of an orgasm, and was wailing and screaming. The barmaid was a little concerned and insisted on going in, so I warned her that what she would see was at Caroles request, and took her in. She was shocked at the sight of Carole, tied naked to the table, being fucked by two guys, but I noticed her breathing increase. She asked what the bowl of water was for, so I told her. She said "Allow me", and took it from me. She knelt down and began eating Carole out, cleaning up from all the guys, and when she had done, she took the washcloth, and carefully, and gently soaped and cleaned her. Carole meantime had come again from the minstrations of the young barmaid, who was obviously bi-sexual, not lesbian, as she was looking at all the cocks in the room with more than a little envy. She asked me who was in charge of the group, so I pointed Gary out. She went over to him, spoke a few words, then disappeared down the stairs. Meanwhile, two of the new faces had taken places at Caroles holes, and were fucking her again. Carole was cumming almost constantly now, with little or no time between orgasms. She was moaning and thrashing around within her restraints while being thoroughly fucked. As soon as one guy finished, another was ready to take his place. After close on 45 minutes of this, and having been fucked about 10 times in both cunt and face, we were all ready for a break. Not Carole. As soon as her holes were left unfilled, she cried out for more. The barmaid returned at about this time, together with a fresh round of drinks. She put the tray down, and without any word whatsoever, pulled her skirt and panties off, walked over to Carole and said "Eat this", placing her cunt in front of Caroles face. Carole reached out and licked for all she was worth, sucking the barmaids pussy lips into her mouth, rolling her tongue around her clit, until the barmaid (whose name we learnt from Gary was Mary), came loudly. Mary untied Carole, turned her over on the table, and began to eat her out again, while wiggling her ass for some attention. She got it as one of the guys began poking her from behind. This continued until the early hours of the morning, fucking, sucking, licking. We left at about 3am, Carole and Mary remaining naked as we left the pub, Mary and her husband going left, Carole, Gary and I going right, and walking to Gary's house. Samantha was still up when we arrived, and made coffee while we told the story. We left their house at about 4:30, going home for a day of complete rest. Carole was sore for a few days after that event.