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Show Off

By: Chuck Wood



Charlene was aching to show her tattoo to some guys. She did not want to show off to anybody she knew because they were all married and she was afraid the wives would get mad if they found out. I was hesitant to give her too much encouragement because after the episode in the tattoo parlor, I was afraid she might lose control and do more than show her tattoo. She assured me that would not happen. Then one night she told me that she had displayed her tattoo to a sales clerk while she was trying on swimming suits. She tried on a thong and asked the guy how he thought she looked in it. He commented on her tattoo, asked her all about it and this seemed to satisfy her. Actually I knew this was just the beginning. I was still fantasizing about her doing somebody else while I watched and I decided to just wait. I was sure the opportunity would present itself before too long.

About a month later we were invited to a birthday party at a local bar. We arrived early and stayed late. We both had too much to drink. As it got late, the crowd in the bar changed and a lot of people I did not know filled the bar. Charlene was having a good time talking to people she hardly knew. I noticed that she seemed to be especially engrossed in a conversation with a group of guys at a table on the other side of the bar. Her back was to me and there was a small partition between her table and an empty table.

I thought it would be fun to listen in on her conversation so I took a fresh drink and moved into position behind her. The guys she was talking to did not know either one of us so they did not recognize me. Charlene was busy talking and was none the wiser. It was hard to hear, but I began to pick up bits and pieces of the conversation. They were trying to talk her into showing them her tattoo. She was wearing a pair of tights that zipped up the back. I loved her to wear those tights because it really showed off her ass.

She had a great ass. Despite being in her 40's, her ass was still firm without any sag. Charlene explained to the guys that she was not wearing panties and would not drop her tights to show her tattoo. The guys were hooting at the mention of no panties, but Charlene stuck to her guns. I went back to the bar and Charlene joined me shortly after that. On the way home, she told me that she almost showed her tattoo to a group of guys but she was not wearing panties and was afraid if they got sight of her shaved pussy she might not get away from them. The thought of her fucking those guys made me so hard I almost came in my pants. Charlene was wetter than hell when we got home, so I figured the whole thing had turned her on as well. We fucked long and hard when we got home.

In the next couple of weeks, I was obsessed with the thought of Charlene fucking other guys. I decided that my patience had run out. I didn't care any longer if she fucked friends or strangers. I just wanted to see her putting out. I approached my good friend, Larry, and over a couple of beers told him the whole story. I explained how Charlene had gang fucked the tattoo artist and his assistants and how Charlene was aching to show off her tattoo. I asked him if he would help me set it up so that Charlene got gang banged while I watched. But I told him that I did not want her to know I was watching because I was not sure she would go through with it in my presence.

Larry confided in me that he had always wanted to get in Charlene's pants and would be very happy to set it up. How many guys did I want to fuck Charlene? I told him to keep it small, four or five this time. We decided that we might be able to pull it off at the annual Christmas party at a mutual friend's house. He always invited a lot of strangers and had a big house. It would be easy to sneak away from his wife long enough to set it up and see what would happen. He asked me if I wanted it filmed. I did not tell Larry about the video of Charlene and the tattoo artist. I told him that would be a great idea.

The night of the party came. Charlene was dressed in thigh high black stockings, a tight red skirt, a cashmere sweater that really showed off her tits and high heels. Underneath she wore frilly sheer white panties. I was in love. I could not have chosen the outfit better if I had scripted the whole thing. I had a couple of drinks with Charlene when we arrived at the party to get loosened up. I excused myself to go to the restroom and found Larry. He told me that everything was set up in an upstairs bedroom which was away from the crowds. The door was locked. He gave me a key and told me to take up a position in one of the closets about an hour from now.

When I saw Charlene next, Larry and a few guys had her surrounded at the bar on the second floor deck. I moved in to hear the conversation. Charlene was a bit tipsy and I could detect a slight slur to her speech. I couldn't believe it. She was telling them how she had learned to give head in a VW bus on the way to a rock concert. She told them that she must have given twenty blow jobs that weekend and by the time she was finished she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. Well that was an attention getter!

Larry told Charlene that he heard she had a tattoo. Charlene denied it at first. Then she told Larry that his wife was not supposed to tell anybody. As soon as she confirmed that she had a tattoo, everybody wanted to see it. She told them that it was on her butt and she did not think it would be a very good idea to show her butt right here in front of everybody.

Larry told her he knew of a special room where she could give them a private showing. I figured it would not be long before they would have her in the room so I quickly took my position. I barely got in the closet when I heard the key in the door. Larry and five other guys trailed her into the room. Larry told one of the guys to take up a position outside the door and be the lookout. He wanted to see the tattoo, but Larry insisted. He closed the door and I heard it lock. The room was plenty light and I had a great view. Charlene reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. I could see the fabric of her white panties come into view as the zipper went down.

Charlene started to get cold feet, but the guys encouraged her with a few chants of "take it off," "take it off." She dropped the skirt to the floor and stepped out of it. She then bent over a nearby chair giving everybody a view of her ass. She slid her panties to one side revealing the tattoo. Everybody cheered. One guy unzipped his pants. Charlene heard the sound of the zipper and popped to attention and turned around. She asked him what he thought he was doing, to which he responded that he was going to fuck her. She protested, but I did not think she was very convincing. The guy approached and started pulling her sweater over her head. Her tits popped into view and the nipples were sticking out like erasers.

When he tried to remove her panties, she asked him not to. He asked her if she wanted him to fuck her with her panties on. The room went silent as they waited for her response. The guy fingered her through her panties and remarked how wet she was. She did not respond, but instead removed her panties on her own. I saw the panties fall to the ground. I looked around the room and saw the camera with the red record light on so I knew this was being preserved for posterity. Charlene turned around and assumed the position over the chair with her ass in the air and the guy entered her from behind. She must have been wet because he had no trouble shoving all eight inches of it all the way to the hilt. One of the other guys moved to her face and slipped his dick to her lips. Her lips parted and he filled her mouth.

I suddenly felt a warm wet feeling in my pants and realized I had come without even touching myself. After the first two came, another two took their spots and soon were unloading inside Charlene. Charlene was clearly in another world. She was moaning with pleasure. I could see the cum oozing from her love tunnel where three guys had been. Larry switched places with the guard and he asked her to show him what it was like to get the chrome sucked off a trailer hitch. Charlene accommodated him and soon he was grunting and unloading down her throat. Five men had fucked my wife and the whole thing had not taken more than forty-five minutes.

The men were ultimate gentlemen when they finished. They helped Charlene back into her clothes, including her panties! They left the room one at a time so as not to draw attention to their departure. After Charlene left, I grabbed the video tape and left myself. I soon found Charlene and asked her where she had been. She told me she had been with some of her friends in the sewing room downstairs looking at some homemade Christmas presents the hostess had made. I asked her if she had shown her tattoo to anyone and she replied "Of course not, I wouldn't show my ass to your friends." I pulled out the video and asked her if that was her final answer. Charlene nearly fainted. We both laughed, had a night cap and headed home to watch her performance. The encore was for my eyes only.

Show Off



From the first moment she saw him she knew she had to meet him. Introducing herself at the party had only intrigued her further. She was drawn to him, enough to ask for his number and to call and ask to see him the next evening. He accepted and found out they had more in common than he first suspected. She was a beautiful girl, four years his junior but as intelligent as any women his age. They made plans for the weekend after and eventually the next. It had gotten to the point where they were interested in no one but each other. 

But for Kaley it was much more than that. She was drawn to this man like no one she had ever met. He was smart, funny and very put together. He was attractive, gorgeous even, but it was something more than that. Something about him made her his. Without ever speaking it, she knew she was meant for him without question. After they me she had no desire for anyone else, or even thought of him in any other way but as the one she was meant for. Though she'd never felt this way before, it reassured her and she found herself doing all she could for him.

She obeyed him and catered to everything he liked, though months ago the thought of acting that way towards a man was inconceivable. When he took her finally, after weeks of desperate wanting, it was like she'd never been touched before. Afterwards she lay dazed and weakened. She cried silent tears when she realized she had found what she always wanted. Being with him seemed to be everything she ever wanted, all she strove for and now she wanted nothing more than to be his completely. 

As time passed her feelings only grew stronger and she searched for ways to prove her devotion to him. She allowed him complete authority over her body and he breathlessly filled her canal to its deepest and sprayed inside her womb countless times. He coated her face, breasts, and inside her ass with his warmth and she could only cry for more. 

She became experienced at fulfilling his fantasies She spent their nights together naked, ready for the moment he choose to bend her over and enter her without warning. She learned to crave this attention and each time he treated her this way should could only sigh happily and softly whimper as his grunts overpowered her out. 

There was one more fantasy she'd always imagined but was afraid to act out. She had no doubt that Glenn would have no problem allowing it but she wasn't sure if she wanted to. For many reasons she thought it best to leave it untouched. 

That afternoon he sat reading the paper while she curled naked next to him. His hand rested possessively on her bare thigh, inches from the curls of her sex, making it difficult for her to think. She rubbed the back of her hand against his cheek, something she knew he loved. 

"You're seeing Mike tonight, right?" 

Without looking at her he said he was. She thrived on attention and he often withheld it just to watch her reaction. If she went long enough without it, he was certain she would do anything short of jumping off a bridge for him. It was a game they both enjoyed but neither admitted playing.

"Is he coming over?" 

Again he nodded.

She squealed in delight at this and had to restrain herself from jumping up. It was the perfect time to act out something she'd always wanted to try. Too afraid to dare it before, she hadn't been able to get it out of her mind. She'd been dying to try and she only had to let Glenn know and he would say yes, of that she was sure. Excitedly whispering in his ear, she told him of the plan.

Surprisingly, he jumped back and looked at her strangely. "Why would you want that?"

Her excitement diminishing, she did her best to respond. "I just thought it would be fun. I know you'd enjoy it, and it would give you a chance to show me off."

Shaking his head, he seemed upset. "Why do you think I'd want to show you off like that. You're mine. I don't mean to share you with anyone."

This wasn't unwarranted. She agreed with everything he said. She was his, in every way possible. 

"Sweetie, I know all that," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck so her soft breasts brushed his chest. "I just thought this would be fun. I'm not going to do anything you don't want, I don't want anyone but you. I just thought you might enjoy showing me off," she smiled evilly. "Let other guys see what they will never have." 

This time he smiled back and she could imagine what he was thinking.

Mike arrived soon after dinner and was a bit upset that Glenn answered the door with the top button of his pants undone. They had to get to a concert later and were already running late. "Come on, get yourself ready so we can get out of here. We're going to miss the opening band if you don't move your ass," he yelled. 

Glenn merely turned and walked back to the living room, inviting his friend in. Just as Kaley thought Mike looked like a younger Pierce Brosnan and found him very attractive, Mike always thought his friend was luckier than he deserved for landing a girl like her. Though he had no problem finding women and had a sex life more vigorous than the two of them put together, he was envious of his best friend's woman, with her long, curled blonde hair, skin like velvet and perfectly rounded breasts. Often he imagined her while in bed with a woman and always wondered how she would be. He was certain she was the good girlfriend- generous and loving but ultimately boring in the fulfilling of fantasies department. Most nights she was at the forefront of his fantasies. 

Imagine his surprise to find her kneeling at the foot of Glenn's easy chair wearing only a pair of modest cotton panties. His irritation at his friend's tardiness disappeared as he eyed her body hungrily. 

Kaley though Glenn was too arrogant and sexist for her liking. It was impossible to say he wasn't very good looking though she never considered him as anything but a friend of her man. His views on women got to her too often and caused her to bite her tongue for fear of upsetting Glenn by engaging his friend in an argument. Often she felt his eyes on her and he made no secret of his admiration for her breasts and butt. It frustrated her but she knew how close he was to Mike so she kept her mouth shut for the sake of peace between them.

All she could think of now was how exposed she felt and cursed herself for suggesting such a thing. He stood silently studying her crouching figure as his eyes crawled over her. Before she could stand Glenn walked in front of her and placed his palm on her head in acknowledgement. He sat relaxed in the chair and pulled down his pants without looking at her.

His cock, half softened despite her earlier efforts, sprang up as she freed it. Except for a soft sigh, Glenn made no notice of her presence in the room. Mike sat behind her and they began talking about everything but the girl on her knees sucking cock between them. 

As Mike began going into detail about the woman he picked up at the bar last week, Kaley widened her mouth and slurped the full length of her boyfriend's cock down her throat. She sucked loudly, doing her best to attract attention to herself. Though the two men ignored her, Mike admired her round ass, hidden behind the thin layer of cotton.

"Your girl's got the cutest little butt," he said. 

"She sure does," Glenn stated proudly, slapping her rump playfully.

"Would be nice to see it. A girl sucking cock doesn't need to wear panties, anyhow." 

They both laughed and she felt Glenn move towards her backside. A flash of fear passed through her when she realized he was going to bare her but she quickly held it back and concentrated on her job- giving Glenn the best cocksucking he's ever had, all in front of his macho friend. 

With a flourish, Glenn drew down her panties and lay them behind her knees. She'd never felt more open and though she was ashamed, she felt herself enjoying the thought of the men eyeing her. Her butt, pale and full, was in full view of all who wanted to look. 

With each movement Mike noticed the soft girlflesh quiver and, as she became more accustomed to her position, he saw her cheeks open until her tight puckered hole was visible.

"Cute little asshole she's got," Mike commented. "I see you keep her shaved."

Glenn only laughed. "It's the only way to do it. It feels amazing. Once you've shaved your girl's pussy, you'll never let her grow it again."

"Good job, buddy. I see you know how to keep her in line."

Kaley found herself growing upset at his words but was comforted by the response of her man. 

"She's a good girl, she knows exactly how to keep me happy."

Just hearing him speak this way made her swell with pride and she was determined to let him know just how good she was. With one hand rolling his balls in her palm she slid her lips slowly up and down his shaft humming as she went. Hearing this, both men stopped talking to listen to the sound of her doing what she does best. The index finger and thumb of her other hand circled the base of his shaft, delicately squeezing and stroking the very last half- inch of his length. This kept his blood flowing into his shaft and head, keeping him extra sensitive. Her fingers soothed his balls, feeling their weight.

The lips of her sex opened and she felt the moisture collect and begin to ooze down her inner thighs. Mike noticed this and brought it to his friends attention but Glenn could only lean back into his easy chair and feel the pleasing sensation of his girlfriend's mouth stroking his cock. When Kaley looked up his eyes were closed and his lips formed a sublime smile. 

"Sexy little slut, what a good little cocksucker…" Mike murmured. 

Rather than bristle at his words, they seemed to entice her. She made a show of mouthing Glenn's cock, slurping rudely and drooling over his member until it dripped down his balls onto the floor. 

Glenn was quieted, his mouth open in amazement. "I've never seen…"

She spread her legs spread wider, egging him on. Her pussy glistened, coated in her body's arousal. She felt her asshole opened to him and her nipples erected at the thought of him ogling her most private parts. Now he will know how lucky his best friend is. Now he will envy him, knowing he comes home every night to a devoted little slut like her. 

Growing hotter and hotter from his girlfriend's mouth Glenn held fistfuls of her hair and forced her deeper onto him. He was moaning now, losing himself in the exquisite pleasure the woman was bringing to his manhood. Acquiescing to his wants, she allowed him to force her. She loved the feeling of submitting to his passion, giving in to him only to feel his cock explode inside her. Her mind filled with memories of him thrashing beneath her as he came, that short time he loses control at the moment of pleasure. It reminded her just how sexy he was. He showed her how fulfilling giving yourself up to your lover can be. 

Kaley took Glenn's cock as deep as she could until it jabbed the back of her throat making her gag. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and she pulled him out, letting his friend see her encircle his dick with her fingers and stroke up and down. Her slobber coated him and dripped through her closed fingers. 

Moving downwards, she kissed his balls lovingly and licked them. She knew Glenn loved this and knew his balls were the most sensitive part of his body. She licked him carefully, the flat of her tongue drenching the tender skin of his ballsack. She felt him pulsing inside, felt the urgent need for his orgasm and traveled up the underside of his length, her lips kissing the soft skin as she ascended. 

Her pussy was drenched now and she knew Mike noticed as her need dampened the soft puffiness of her lips until they dripped. She felt Glenn build and juggled his balls tenderly to urge him on. Dribbling saliva up and down his shaft until he slid freely into her mouth with no resistance, he grabbed the back of her head and began thrusting into her relentlessly. She knew from experience not to resist when he got to this point and she gave herself up to him, allowing him complete access to her mouth as he pumped into her lips like it was her pussy. 

Though it hurt, she knew how much he loved the feeling so she ignored her need to gag and instead allowed her spit to flow freely from her mouth to his shaft, down his balls until it pooled on the cushion between his legs. Her hands reached around to hold herself steady as he thrust her head up and down his cock, readying himself for his eruption.

With a loud moan he came. As his jism unloaded down her throat, he slowed his pace until her lips rested against the warmth of his pubic hair. She breathed his scent in deeply as the torrent of his seed flowed down her throat. It warmed her and caused the juices of her sex to drench her thighs until they glistened like the opened flower of her pussy.

Both men were quiet as Kaley rested beneath his hands. Glenn regained his breath and released her with a tender pat on the shoulder. When he looked down she was beaming, her face flushed and lips shining with spittle and the last droplets of his release. She wanted nothing more than to jump on him and force her pussy onto his lips until he could not breathe but she knew she would have to wait. His friend was here and she had already made them late enough for their night together. Collapsing into the fetal position at his feet, she closed her eyes and listened to her heart pound. Her nipples were so hard as to be painful and her juices coated her torso from her navel to her knees. 

She knew she would wait hours until her man returned to pleasure her and knew she would not sleep at all that night. Only when the morning came and he had squeezed orgasm after orgasm from her racked body would she sleep. Listening to their car pull out of the driveway, she couldn't resist the feel of her hand stroking her swollen lips as she dreamt about what she had in store for him when he returned.



Show Off



"Holy Shit!" Ashley spasmed. The glass shockingly cold on her tits as Dean presses her body against the floor to ceiling window. Grinding into her ass, tight to her flesh. His skin's hot, so hot, as if to emphasize how cold the glass is.  

Ashley's trying to ignore the fact that they are 20 stories up, naked, with only a thousand eyes out there. Buildings surround the hotel and anyone looking could easily see her exposed body highlighted by the massive window pane. Particularly since Dean turned on every light in the room as soon as they'd come in. He laughed, grinning, as he peeled her clothes off. 

"Dean! Wait- what?" Stunned by his instant passion, she swooned, a quick flash of thought. We're in the middle of the living room - oh god! look at all those windows. 

"it's okay honey," he cupped her face, kissing her soundly, any objections fleeing her consciousness. 

She felt his lips, tasted his mouth, her tongue involuntarily slipping out. Dean's caressed and glided over hers. The dance inside their mouths matched by their bodies. Swaying, stepping, he maneuvered her to the very edge, right next to the glass wall. 

"Ummmph, but," Ashley tried one last time, her body tingling, her heart pounding. 

Unable to deny Dean anything, her own need flared hot. Titillated by the idea she gave into it. Kissing passionately, feeling a familiar wetness she moaned. 

Dean pulled the zipper down her dress, slipping the shoulders free, it plummeted to her waist. Ashley already bra-less, her breasts boldly displayed. He'd already snapped the clasp in the restaurant. Ashley feigned shock, yet still she'd pulled it out an arm, and stuffed it in her purse, smiling wickedly at him. 

Then in the elevator the panties vanished. Dean pressing her to the wall, kissing hard, his fingers under the hem of her dress, he eased her silky panties over her hips. Retrieving them. Dean stuffed them into his pants pocket. 

"Okay mister, get those off now," Ashley growled, pulling the dress shirt out of his slacks. Dean helped, striping nude in seconds. 

Standing there smiling, completely at ease with the transparent wall. His cock swelling before her eyes. He rocked, wagging it back and forth. Ashley felt her heat build, such a man. 

The gentle time past, Dean shoved her dress to the floor, pushing her into the glass. His hard cock wedged against her butt. 

"God Ashley, you're so fuckin hot, you make me so hard babe. l'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk." She felt his words crash into her. 

Ashley loved the timber of his voice, she swears he could just talk, her to an orgasm. Feeling the want in his words, she practically flooded herself right there. 

Breathing faster, her breath misting up the window, Ashley quivered. 

"Oh please Dean, do it, oh yes, I want to feel your beautiful cock inside me. Oh-hhh..." she moaned. 

His hands were everywhere. Caressing over Ashley's shoulder, he cupped her boobs. Grabbing them, she moaned long and hard. 

Dean's mouth on her neck. His hot breath blowing along her skin, under her hair. 

His tongue finds the back of Ashley's ear and she chains a trickle of sighs together. Her pussy totally wet, so ready. Arching back, she rubbed his cock with her ass forcing a pause in his breath, a slight catch. Then he breathes faster. Now she's got him. 

Ashley feels his heartbeat drumming into her back, thump, thump, thump, she knows he's so turned on right now. Powered by the excitement of fucking like this, lights on, curtains pulled open, standing here, the whole world looking in. 

Every nerve on edge, it's awesome, flowing into her. The hotter Dean gets the hornier Ashley's feeling. They're their own infinite loop. 

Slowly dropping down her body, Dean crouches between Ashley's legs. Pushing her thighs wider- she lifts up on her toes, her ass raised when he buries his face in her bush. Hands on her upper thighs, holding her wide, Dean shoves his face between her cheeks. His tongue probing, searching, slipping into her pussy. 

Suddenly not caring who is out there. Ashley, cries out. Dean's tongue parting her folds, wedged between the lips, entering her wetness. 

Ashley props her arms wide, holding her body taut, rocking her hips, giving him so much access. Dean digs deep, shoving in hard, his chin ramming up hitting her clit sending new shivers through her body. 

He spins around and leans on the window his face deep in her cunt. Dean licks with purpose. Full and long, his tongue getting the whole length of her slot. Going up around Ashley's clit, she drops an inch, her thighs quivering, bucking down onto his face. 

"Oh fuckkkk, baby yes, god yes," she`s shaking, she's panting, her chest heaving. Holding herself up she squats. Rubbing and grinding her quivering cunt on him, opening her legs wide she tries to swallow Dean with her pussy. 

"Fuck!" she grunts, shuddering. Damn, Dean knows how to eat her right, hitting hard she's close, moaning and panting. Wildly crying out as the orgasm rips through her. Blending waves of golden red coursing through her core. 

Mashing her pussy on his face, bucking and jerking, she floods his mouth. Dean's licking and sucking, rubbing his face through her slit, welcoming her warmth, totally alive in her cum. 

Just as the waves slow he moves away. Leaving Ashley standing there dazed, her chest and shoulders connected to the window -the glass holding her up, and her ass pushed out, legs wide. Tiny shakes an exquisite counter to her heavy panting. 

Grabbing her hips firmly and strongly, standing behind Ashley, Dean slides his cock along her mound. With a deep throated growl, he slams in, burying it to the hilt, pressing her flat against the window. Ashley feels the cold glass all along her front and his raging hard cock filling her completely. 

Dean draws out to the head, holding her tighter he thrusts in, fast and hard, pressing her into the glass. Ashley close's her eyes, imagining someone in the building across, looking back, watching them fucking. Maybe sitting in a chair, cock hard, pumping it in his fist, mesmerized by her naked body, her breasts squished flat. 

It, sends a shiver up her spine, making her hotter. Spreading her knees wide, Ashley grinds her pelvis on the glass. Moaning, panting, utterly consumed by her sexual energy. She offers her whole body to the open night. 

Dean keeps shoving in, picking up speed, his breath hot on her skin, coming in short gasps. She feels him finding all the good places. 

Long full strokes, pulling out to the tip and shoving in, the muscles in her pussy clenching, gripping, wanting to hold him in deeper. Her cunt a hot wet mess of slurping and sucking flesh. 

Tensing up, Ashley feels the waves racing through her flesh, building, and crashing, consuming. It's so fast - how does he... Her nerves drawing every tiny tingling moment into the center of her being, crying continuously with Deans rapid fast thrusts she explodes. 

Screaming out, Dean suddenly jerks and slams in, his cock throbbing inside her, he cums too. 

Gasping, he squirts his load deep in her cunt. Great body wracking throbs, his breath blowing against her back. Ashley feels him flex and twitch as each blast of hot cum fills her, his seed mixing with her own juices. They shake and moan, grind and gasp, till finally it eases off. 

He pulls back, thrusting a few soft short pumps, as the last of Ashley's orgasm fades away. She's glowing, her skin radiant. 

Again her mind runs across the dark night, finding every light, looking for that one guy, imagining his cock pumping in his fist. Jerking hard, his cum shooting out, coating his chest, spilling over his fingers. 

Just as the thought materializes, a light snaps on and she sees another naked body walking away from them. 

Gasping, Ashley fall's back, dragging them to the floor. 

"There was someone there, l think someone was watching us." She blurts out, a unique thrill teasing her mind. Was he watching her?. 

"You know me and public sex babe," Dean lazily offers. "I love being in you, but l love the thrill of being on show, too." 

Well, there certainly is a bit of a rush added to it she admits, the smile burning her face. 

Dean's been pushing Ashley all month with these outdoor, public type experiences. She'd thought she was adventurous, at least until she'd run into this tall, sexy, sweet guy who just melted her within three minutes of talking. 

Grabbing her hand they'd walked along the beach. Kicking their shoes off and feeling the shocking cold of the surf crashing over their feet. Falling into the sand, kissing and touching, it'd been impossible not to enjoy being naked with him. Her body electric, she'd cummed insanely long and powerfully, feeling him finally release his cum deep in her cunt. She'd shook after, stunned by the ferocity of their lovemaking. 

And that had only been day one. Today was day 28 - a special day for him. They'd been cycling up, building and climbing in events. 

Dean picking her up from her apartment and not saying anything, no clue where or what they were doing till the valet opened the door. 

"Just dress for a fancy dinner and we aren't coming back till tomorrow." He'd said on the phone. Now, legs trembling, every fiber of her body charged she laughed. 

Grinning wickedly, Dean pulls himself up and sits in a chair. His hair lightly matted, he smiled at her. Such a simple easy gesture yet she felt her body flush from his attention. 

Crawling over on her hands and knees, Ashley pushes his legs apart. Grabbing his cock, she holds it, feeling its length, caressing him, enjoying as he quickly fills back up with blood. 

"Fuck baby you`re a marvel," Ashley chuckles. 

"That's all you honey, l just look at you and l'm excited." His fully hard cock testimony enough. 

Slick with her juice, she strokes him a few more times. 

Leaning back, Dean surrenders his cock to her. Ashley yanks on the chair, turning him for maximum viewing. Well... if someone is out there they deserve the best view possible, right? Dean laughs, knowing her thoughts. 

Ashley licks up and down his shaft, tasting herself on his skin, savoring the mixture of their flavors. Moaning, Dean lifts his hips as she drops, sucking deep she goes all the way down. The last few weeks she'd really learned to devour his member. To love it, excited by his every fold and ridge. She's turned cock crazy she giggles inside. Her fingers cupped around his length, so strong and hot and wonderful. 

Lifting back and starting in with full long slurps, sucking up and down. Her ass rocking and bobbing beside the window. 

Ashley pulls up to the head, licking around the rim, sucking on it, while her hands stroke up and down. I love his cock, she thinks. Long and straight, the head beautifully formed, huge. Forcing herself as far down as she can go, Ashley feels him hitting the back of her throat, and welcomes him in. 

"Oh fuck babe - god crap unh...ohh," he's grunting, gasping, Ashley's mouth sheer magic. 

Holding there she pulls back up, breathing fast. Thrilled by the pleasure he's feeling. Pushing again, trying to get deeper, each time she pushes as far as she can. Dean's rocking, grunting, long moans coming out his mouth with each trip down. He starts raising his hips, fucking up into her mouth. His hands around her head, holding her he pumps short fast thrusts, filling her mouth with his cock. 

Peering up Ashley sees him looking intently at her. 

His eyes ablaze with passion, focused on the vision of his cock being swallowed by her mouth. It's such a turn-on to see how hot she's making him, her pussy still wet and swollen. Ashley rubs her legs together. Dropping a hand to pinch her clit, and stroke along her lips. 

She needs him again. 

Standing up Ashley straddles Dean's hips, fingers in his hair, they kiss, aggressively, heatedly. 

"Oh fuck yes, you make me fucking crazy," Ashley moans, her body tingling, celebrating her flesh, her power. 

Wiggling her butt, she feels Dean's cock teasing, poking, and grazing the edges of her cunt. He`s growling and bucking, needing her just as much as she wants him. 

Dean holds her waist his fingers clenching, shaking. The head parts her lips, her heat smothering him. Ashley gasps, her body arching, she lowers herself, feeling him slide deeper and deeper, rocking at the base, squeezing and clenching, feeling him fill her inner passage. 

Clasping her fingers around Dean's neck, Ashley leans back. Her breasts thrust forward and ride's his cock. Using her legs to rise up the shaft and grinding down, humping forward with each thrust. Dean's getting frenzied, holding her harder, shoving back with more urgency, his cock feeling incredible. 

He's past words, grunting, gasping, his every energy focused on the deliriously wonderful feel of his cock thrusting up inside her, Over and over, amazing and powerful. 

Speeding up, the heat building in Ashley's core, she`s crying, wailing, her head swaying from side to side. Her long auburn locks swinging, waving. Reaching up, Dean grabs her tits, massaging them, rolling her nipples Ashley slams down, hard, harder. 

She's so close, feeling it right there, begging, and teasing, her orgasm clawing free. Dropping down and jerking quickly, grinding in, whipping his cock around inside. Thrashing faster, rubbing her clit against him. 

"Unnn-nh, yes, yes." Suddenly spasming forward, clutching around his body, Ashley clings tight. Her nails digging into his back. Dean wraps his arms around her, his hands firmly on her ass, he thrusts rapid fast with short hard pumps. 

Her cunt clenches up, climaxing. Dean feels her pussy squeeze and spasm around his cock. 

Grunting, he stands himself up, stumbling forward and slamming Ashley into the window, her legs clamped around his hips. He's fucking into her as she's crying out, cumming crazily. Shaking, holding herself to his body. His cock relentless, merciless, filling her over and over, she peaks again, screaming, she cums, layers of erotic explosions pounding her body, igniting her soul . 

Every nerve alive Ashley whips her head around, squirming and bucking. Raving, her pussy vibrating as the constant fucking won't let it ease off. Suddenly she locks up, rocked by a third orgasm, utterly deranged, her body one big climax. Dean slams up, hard - so fucking hard; crashing the deepest he can be and cry's out. A hot explosion of breath bursting free, he cums too. 

Locked together the two bodies shake and jerk, their orgasms bouncing off each other, oblivious to everything. 

As it eases off, Dean looks past Ashley. "l think that's chicks watching us and beating off," he says, grinning proudly. 

"What," Ashley squirms, shifting, trying to turn around, she breaks their connection. Turning to the glass again she's looking around. 

Two floors down - sure enough - there's a woman sitting naked on a couch. Facing out, hands busy in her crotch. Giggling she slap's a hand over Dean's eyes. "Only one pussy for you buddy," 

"Guess we better help her along eh?" Dean moves the chair right up to the window, guiding Ashley in it, her legs pulled wide, vagina spread open - lips swollen, puffy and wet. 

Kneeling down he licks her inner thigh, tracing closer, up along her outer lips. 

"Oh-ho-but, um... I need," She's so aroused. Her body still alive from the chain of orgasms, she's vibrating. Jerky. His mouth moves closer to her center, and Ashley knows she wants more. Shocked she needs more, just what is this man doing to her. 

This month she's experienced more sexual awakening than the first 25 years of her life. And determined to never go back to that boring life. 

"Oh god yes Dean, oh please baby yes, fucking eat me - do it, make me cum all over you." 

Groaning she pushes her legs as wide as she can, hooking them over the arms of the chair. Dean digs in, shoving his tongue directly in her hole. Licking deeply, tasting a mixture of both their, cum, he licks and sucks wildly. He pulls back, licking up her crease, finding her clit. 

Jerking at the sudden charge of pleasure, Ashley's pussy is on fire! Dean keeps licking, long full swipes, closing on her clit each time. 

Feeling her pressures building inside. Then he jams two fingers in. She cries out, arching her hips, lost in the feelings. 

Pumping her snatch with a steady rhythm Dean keeps his mouth over her clit. Tongue flicking the tip, he sucks it in nibbling on it, driving Ashley insane with pleasure. Like an addict she wants more, and more. Grabbing her breasts, working the nipples, her body shaking, bucking, and riding Dean's face. 

He rolls his hand, finding her spot he works it like crazy. Flicking his fingers faster and faster all the while his mouth is holding her clit hostage. It's insane, the pressures building in her body, her stomach clenching, Ashley feels the strength of it. So close again. 

"Yea-baby, yes, fuck un, huh..." 

Looking out the window, she sees the woman's pumping something in her pussy, body arched over, hands a blur. Suddenly she stops and looks right at Ashley. 

It's like she can see across the distance - straight into the strange woman's eyes as she climaxes. Her body spasming with the orgasm. 

Jerking and bucking from the strength of it. 

Ashley feels it deep inside her own body, realizing she's cumming too. 

Her cunt erupts, squirting a hot stream of juice, splashing into Dean's face. He leans to the side so the next wave crashes into the window, coating the glass and running down to the base. Clamping his mouth over her hole, he sucks in the rest of her juice. 

Hollering with the release Ashley locks her thighs around Dean's head, clamped tight, her cunt spasming, cumming everywhere, it's endless. Finally easing off, the blood racing through her body, her heart pounding in her chest, Ashley relaxes her legs, lifts her head and sees Dean smiling up at her. 

He turns to look out the window, but the woman across the way is gone. 

"Humph, guess she wasn't watching us after all, whatever." He gets up, leaning in for a kiss and heads down the hall to the shower. 

"You're the only pussy I need." 

Ashley just sits there for a few minutes, enjoying the deep glow, and remembering the woman's eyes as they both came together.



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She stumbled into my shitty little apartment, laughing as she walked through the door. 

"This is it, "I said. "What do you think?"

"Yup, it's small and shitty, "she responded, "Just like you said it would be." 

"You want a drink," I laughed. "It seems like you need another."

"Rum and coke?"

"You bet," I said as I walked over and started making her a drink. 

Theresa and I had dated a few years back in high school before she broke my heart. We had both headed off to college and were back for the summer. I was a junior and she had just finished up her freshman year. It was good to see her, and she still looked pretty damn good. She was wearing a blue dress that showed off plenty of cleavage but not a lot of leg since it came down to her knees. She had awesome breasts. She always had. They were big and perky and I fondly remembered sucking on them back when we dated. What really completed the outfit, though, was the strappy black heels she was wearing. 

We had met at a party earlier that night. She had been in an off-again, on-again relationship with a friend of mine for a few years so, typically, I stayed away from her, not wanting to complicate things. That night, though, had been extra flirty, probably because of the alcohol. As the night moved on, I asked her if she wanted to come back to my place... just to see my new apartment. She agreed and we headed on over. 

I brought her her drink and we sat down on the sofa. We started talking about old times, reminiscing for about twenty minutes. Eventually, the talk turned to sex. Who had done what, what we were good at, etc. She made reference to her blowjob skills, something she was awfully proud of. 

"Oh," I said. "You think you are pretty good at that, do you?" 

"Yeah," she said. "You certainly didn't complain."

I laughed a bit and said, "Well, if you get a complaint, you've really managed to fuck it up pretty bad because a bad blowjob is still pretty damn good." 

"Are you saying I wasn't good?" 

I didn't really know how to answer. I was Theresa's first and, honestly, it was only ok. She didn't really know what she was doing and, though it still felt pretty good, it wasn't great. I didn't want to hurt her feelings, though, so I just said, "Yeah, you were great."

She obviously noticed my hesitation, despite my best efforts. 

"What?" she said. "Are you kidding me right now? What was wrong with it?"

"Nothing was wrong with it, Theresa. It just was a little awkward. I was your first, right? So you didn't really know what you were doing. It's no big deal. I still liked it and you definitely got me where I wanted to go."

Honestly, she looked genuinely sad when I told her this. I didn't want to make her feel bad. I was just being honest but, apparently, she cared about this more than I realized. 

"I'm sorry." I said. "Don't feel bad. It was wonderful. Honestly. I was inexperienced too and it was really special to me. It felt great. I loved it. I still fantasize about it sometimes."

There was an awkwardness that took over the room at that point and neither of us really knew what to say. I asked her if she wanted another drink and she said sure. I went to the other room and made her another rum and coke, still feeling bad about how the conversation was going. I really wished I hadn't hesitated. 

I brought her the second drink and, as I handed it to her, she snapped, "I want another shot." 

"What?" I gasped. 

"You heard me. I'm better now and I want to show you. Let me give it another try."

"Theresa, that's crazy. We're friends." 

"And we can stay friends. I just need you to know what I can do."

"Why is this so important to you?" I asked. "Who cares what I thought back then?" 

"It just is. That was my first and I liked that I was good at it. Or at least I thought I was good at it. I liked what I could do to you. It makes me crazy to think you didn't really like it."

"But I did like it!"

"I know, but in retrospect you don't think it was that good. I don't like that."

"Theresa, of course I would love that but you don't need to do thi...

"I know," she said, cutting me off. "But I want to. Look, I'm offering you a blowjob. What I think will be a pretty damn good one. Neither of us is in relationships and you don't have to do anything. This is commitment free head. Are we really talking about whether or not you want to go through with it?"

I was silent. When she put it like that, it sounded like a pretty good idea. I was slow to respond, though, and she used my lack of response as an opportunity. She took me by the hand and led me to couch. 

"Give me a few minutes to get ready," she said. "Light some candles. I'll be right back."

I went ahead and did as I was asked, lighting candles around my living room before sitting down on the couch. I was starting to wonder if this was all some elaborate joke or if she was really planning on giving me head. A moment later, my concerns were answered. 

She entered the room, turning off the lights as she walked in so it was lit just by the candles. I could see she had taken her dress off but left on her matching black bra and panties, along with those sexy black heals. She stood in the middle of the room and said, "What do you think?"

"You look amazing," I said as I stood up and walked over to her.

"Can I kiss you?" I asked, "Or is this some sort of Pretty Woman- we can't kiss on the mouth- sort of thing?"

She laughed, "Yes, you can kiss me. This is a one night hook-up, though, OK? We aren't a couple or anything like that. I'm not expecting anything from you but an honest evaluation of my blowjob skills. I want some foreplay to get us in the mood, and then I want you to sit back while I suck that beautiful cock of yours. When I'm done, I want you to look me and the eye and tell me the God's honest truth that you've never gotten off like that before and you probably never will again. Deal?"

I didn't answer. I just wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close to me, and kissed her passionately. She kissed back and, all of a sudden, things started to feel very real. This wasn't just about settling some silly bet. There was intimacy here. I was starting to feel things for Theresa I hadn't felt in a very long time. 

She began to move her hands, which had been around my back, to my stomach, and down to my shirt, which she started to untuck. I pushed away from her and helped her lift my shirt over my head. Once off, she stared at my chest and ran her fingers over my skin. 

"Nice," she said, as her fingers trailed down to my and to the button on my jeans. 

"You aren't so bad yourself," I responded, as I leaned forward and kissed her breasts. 

She giggled and moved her hand down to the bulge in my pants. "This seems to be just as big as I remember it," she said as she undid the button on my jeans and unzipped my pants. 

She slipped her hand down the front of my boxers and stroked my cock. "Oh baby," she said. "You are ready for me." 

I responded by stepping back and pulling my jeans, boxers, and socks off. As I pulled my pants down, by cock sprang free, rock hard. I stood back up, now naked and ready. She reached for my cock and stroked it for a moment. 

"Do you still want to do this?" I asked. 

"More than you could possibly imagine," she said. 

With that, she got down on her knees so she was head-level with my crotch, took my cock in her hands and began. She started slow, maintaining eye contact the entire time, and licking up and down my shaft. She would stop every now and then to flick the head with her tongue or to put it in her mouth. She continued this for a few moments before moving down to my balls. The licked them gently while stroking me with her hand. I noticed her other hand had made its way down to her pussy which she was gently massaging through her panties. 

She continued to lick and suck my balls while jacking me off. It was ecstasy. It felt so good that I was having a hard time standing and felt my knees buckle a bit. 

"Uh oh," she giggled. "We better get you to the couch because you haven't felt anything yet."

She stood up, still holding my cock and playfully tugged me toward the couch. She kissed me again before pushing me back to the couch. Before I knew it, her head was back in my lap and she was slurping up and down my member while massaging my balls with her hand. As she moved her way toward the tip, she stopped, looked me in the eye, and took me deep into her mouth. She held me there and moaned as she sucked gently on my rock-hard member. She pulled me out of her mouth, gasped and stroked me a few times before taking me back into her mouth, even deeper this time. 

I was deep in her mouth, almost entering her throat, and I could tell she was trying to take me deeper. Meanwhile, she had her tongue out, gently licking the underside of my cock. Out of excitement, I bucked my hips toward her. She gagged a little and pulled me from her mouth and gasped for breath. 

"I'm sorry," I said, "I just got too excited."

"Don't be. I want you in my throat." She said with a smile and then went back for more. 

She took me deeper than a woman had ever taken me into her mouth. She gagged a little at first but was able to fight it off. She held me there and gently sucked as she did it. I bucked my hips a little and she moaned and continued to suck. As she pulled away, she gasped and moaned, "Oh baby, tell me that wasn't the deepest any woman has ever taken you." 

I couldn't respond. She was ridiculous and before I could even think of what to say, she had taken me once more; and this time, I was all the way in her throat. She didn't hold me there, though. She proceeded to bob her head up and down, each time taking me as far as she could. It was amazing but I didn't think I could last. 

"I think I'm gonna cum," I moaned. 

"Oh no you don't," she said as she sat back and just held me with her hand. "Not until I tell you." 

She reached back and undid her bra, letting it fall to the ground. She spit between her breasts and leaned forward, placing my cock between them and letting me titty-fuck her. She never lost eye-contact. She just kept stroking me with her beautiful tits, even now and then stopping to put the end of my cock in her mouth. 

"Theresa," I moaned. "If you don't want me to cum, I need a little break. This is too good."

She stopped, sat back, and said, "Too much for you, huh? I guess maybe I'm better than you remember?"

"You're amazing."

"Then let me finish you off, baby," she said as she leaned forward and took my balls in her mouth as she stroked me. "I want to feel that cum on my face."

She again took me deep in her mouth while cupping my balls in her hand. I started to buck my hips a little bit, fucking her mouth. I heard her gag a little bit but didn't stop. She didn't want me to. She looked up at me as I continued to fuck her face. She grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to her, taking me fully in her throat. It was too much. I started to cum. 

As the first shot hit the back of her throat, she pulled away and let the second shot hit her in the face. She let out a little giggle as she continued to stroke me. A few more shots of cum hit her in the face as she leaned forward and took me in her mouth once again. It was incredible. I was out of my mind with ecstasy and I could barely control myself. 

She began to slow down, took me out of her mouth, and did one final lick up and down my shaft. She wiped the cum off her face with her hands as she stood up. She gave me a final kiss and said, "Don't even pretend that wasn't the best you've ever had" and walked out of the room to wash up.



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God she loved being walked on the leash. He guided her into the room, and took a seat in a dark leather recliner. she knelt beside him, instinctively lowering her yes from the gaze of the several masters gathered. she looked instead to the other slaves, never catching their questioning eyes, but scanning them each over once, taking in their clean, soft, unmarked skin, their pretty, shinny hair, and best of all, the delicate, girly collars. Musing to herself over how easily they would snap, one good tug, all it would take. she began to think of how she must look to them, and smiled. her skin was covered in cane marks, she had words like whore, slut, cock sucker and puppy all over her, drawn on with pen, or lipstick, or blood. Dried cum coated her thighs, there was even a small trail of his cum crusted onto her chin. Her hair was filthy from his using it as a towel, and thoroughly knotted from his rough grasp. Even with this, she was still drawing looks of unmasked lust from every master in the room. Their little slaves were play toys, dolls, they required care, and cuddles afterwards. she was a hole. Well, several holes.

Kneeling there, covered in filth, instinctively leaning in towards the man who possessed her, she was the very definition of female sexuality, her thighs spread wide and chest thrust forward in shameless exhibition. 

"So, gents, what were you discussing?" His voice, even when not directed at her, still made her hot.

"To destroy a slave. Little Kari here wondered what kind of a master would desire it. We told her it's not real BDSM if a master must first destroy the slave as a person. Would you have anything to add, Nate?"

In response, Nate reached down the filthy slut, yanked her hair and hissed "Explain to him why I can destroy you, puppy."

Taking a deep breath, and raising her eyes to the master, a good looking, if a little young, man in a cheap looking suit, she explained, "puppy is masters possession. While puppy accepts that every relationship is different, and the idea of becoming completely destroyed as a person is terrifying for some slaves, the truth is master can destroy puppy when and because he damn well pleases. It is not puppy's job to question him, simply to obey and please him. Why should he need a reason to do something to his possession?"

The other girls in the room pursed their glossy lips, and glanced at each other, scandalized. The master who had spoken simply grinned, and looked at puppy with increased lust.

"You've found yourself another humiliation cunt then, Nate? How far does this one go? "

"All the way. Haven't found a limit yet. It's getting a bit boring. Seems she'll go as low as I'll allow, the little slut"

The boring comment stung, but it was forgotten when he called her a slut, and she flushed with desire.

"Can I have a go then?"

"Work away, this puppy is neutered, so have at it Bill."

Bill loved when Nate brought these little whores to their meetings, he was always the first to ask to play with them, the others would, eventually, but Bill always got first pick.

With a nod from her master, Sara the puppy crawled across the floor to kneel in front of Bill, her nerves fluttering slightly. Master's friends tended to be pretty nasty. He stood up, unzipped his pants, and taking out his cock he mouthed opening his mouth to the kneeling slave, and she complied, opening wide. He smirked down at her and began to piss in her mouth. Well, he aimed for her open mouth, but pee splashed across her face, she shut her eyes quickly, he pissed in her hair a little, before using the length of it to wipe his dick and put it back in his pants. She opened one eye, checking it was safe before opening both, and knelt their, with a mouthful of piss, and more of it dripping down her face onto her tits. Laughing, he allowed her, "Swallow, cunt". Grateful she swallowed the hot salty liquid.

"Now, sweetheart, on your hands and knees, and sure, why not, bark for me a little."

She turned, and lowered to her hands and knees, her ass facing him, then she barked, as ordered; a clear, deliciously animalistic bark. Laughing again, Bill swatted her across the ass a few times, the cheeks turning pink easily under his skilled hand. While he enjoyed himself at that end, she stole a look at her master, and, dismayed, she watched as flirted with one of the pretty girls, pulling faces at her, laughing at her cute, coy smiles. Reminding herself jealousy wasn't permitted, she tried instead to enjoy the spanking from Bill, which had grown to good hard smacks now, even evoking a grunt from her as her ass began to sting.

He stopped, and appeared to be done. Expecting him to fuck her ass she concentrated on relaxing, hoping to ease the pain a little, until she heard the sound of a glove being snapped. She would have giggled if she wasn't so afraid. Without any lube, not even spit, he pressed two fingers against her ass hole, leaning in close to see her violation upclose, his hot breathe doing nothing to help the sting of her reddened ass cheeks. She closed her eyes as he pushed through, moaning just a little. Almost instantly after the first two, another finger was added. She whimpered a little. Her ass was untrained, and his dry fingers were tearing her open unmercifully. He pumped these three fingers a little, while she bit her lip, terrified of more to come when her master's voice broke through, clear and sharp, but mocking and slightly disinterested. 

"Might want to give her permission to scream and cry, Bill, it'll be more fun for you." Sara looked up as he said this, ready to offer a smile of thanks, only to see that other girl, the polished, well groomed slave, sitting in her masters lap, nibbling on his neck and rubbing his crotch. She quickly returned her eyes to the floor, only to see a tear drop fall to the ground. Bill hadn't hurt enough to make her cry yet. No one could hurt her like Nate. Bill had pushed in further now, and suddenly she knew for sure what was going to happen. She'd done a lot of things, but never been fisted before. She started to concentrate on the pain, hoping if it hurt enough she might pass out. She'd never dare to pull a stunt like this with her master, but since he was busy...

Letting out screams of pain, humiliation and somewhere mingled in there a little pleasure, Sara kept her eyes on the floor while Bill fisted her. He had wiggled his entire hand into her ass, literally tearing her open, while she screamed out in anguish, He had held it there, waiting for her to adjust, the feel this strange, painful fullness. Then he began to pump his hand, she could feel his breath quickening, her face clenched up in agony, her screams ripping through the room. He would pull his hand out until just the tips of two fingers would rest inside her ring, then he would wiggle these fingers, stretching her out a little, then all of a sudden his whole hand had thrust into her. she felt like she was being split in two. "oh god, please, no more, please umppfff, it hurts too much please!" 

Bill pulled his hand back, just the tip of his middle finger resting inside her, he kissed her flaming red ass, and asked "You're done whore? You want to stop?" She was shaking. Her body was in complete agony. Her heart was aching. Her eyes hurt from crying. But she was his puppy. "No Master, continue, please. Use this whore as much as you want. Please." She almost bit her tongue to prevent herself from finishing her plea. Laughing once again, Bill forced his hand back in, one cruel, shriek raising thrust. And then, after pulling out and ramming his hand back in once again, he came on her back. She was shocked. She hadn't even realized his cock was out. He moaned as the last spurts of cum spat out onto her ass, and he gingerly pulled his hand out of her, collapsed in his chair and pulled the glove off, dropping to the floor. "Go back to your master, sweetie."

She obeyed and crawled back to her master, kneeling beside him, tears rolling freely down her cheeks, Bill's cum drying onto her back and her ass in convulsions of pain. She waited there, feeling the looks of disgust, even hatred from the other slaves. Bill's girl, Kari, stared at her in utter loathing. But Sara knew Kari was just afraid Bill would get a taste for the extreme. Sara knew he wouldn't though. He was willing to stop. A true pain master, like Nate, never cared when she begged him to stop. She could feel the admiring, the desiring eyes of the other masters on her while she waited for her master to receive a blow job from the pretty girl. Once he was done, and she had walked back to her master, Nate looked down, almost suprized to see Sara there. Zipping up his pants, he attached the leash to her collar, the plain, tough leather one, stood up and nodded to the others before walking out, his little slave scurrying behind him. As she left she wondered if she would prefer being like the other girls, loved, spoiled, used only for blow jobs and the odd spanking. Made love to rather than fucked. Could she be satisfied with a bit of bondage? The odd slap for giving backtalk? 

No, she thought to herself with a little sigh, a girl like her could only ever be a whore to a man like Him.



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It was early April when I returned to the house I had spent my entire life in, up until the previous September. I had gone to college on the other side of the country and had been incredibly homesick for the small town I grew up in, a place I had hated until I had to leave. I missed my friends, my neighbours, my parents especially, and I was incredibly excited to see everyone when I got back home. Unfortunately, I was the first of my friends to finish my final exams at school, so I was back in town two weeks before most of my friends would be back. I didn't mind, though – I was okay with catching up with some of my neighbours, my parents, and just generally relaxing until they got back. Most of the neighbours acted as though I had never left in the first place – they just treated me the same way as always.

That is, except for Mr. Parkman, our next door neighbour. He had come over just after my dad and I had gotten home from the airport. I had brought my suitcase upstairs and was just changing into a fresh outfit when I heard him downstairs, talking to my dad just the way he used to. I grinned and finished changing quickly, eager to run downstairs and say hi. The Parkman's had moved in when I was a little kid, and I used to go over and stay at their house whenever my parents needed to go out. Mrs. Parkman was the kind of lady who loved to bake and do crafts, whereas Mr. Parkman liked to read and show me how to carve wood and things like that. I was a bit of a tomboy, and Mrs. Parkman was constantly after me to help her make cookies but I always seemed to find myself with Mr. Parkman in the den, trying to make little animals out of wood. Mrs. Parkman would come in and yell at him for letting me near sharp objects, but I never once cut myself, and even she had to admit I was very careful. I never understood why the Parkman's didn't have children. They would have made great parents.

So I was pretty excited to see the Parkman's after so long. I rushed down to the kitchen, where my parents and Mr. Parkman were standing around the counter, talking about the weather or something equally as pointless, quite obviously waiting for me. 

"Oh, there you are, Haley," my mom said, interrupting my dad in the middle of his sentence. She grinned as he rolled his eyes. 

"About time, it's been months..." Mr. Parkman said as he turned around. His expression changed as he looked at me, just for a moment, just long enough for me to notice before he covered it up. "Months and months!" He laughed, though it seemed slightly strained. 

"It's nice to see you again, Mr. Parkman," I said, pretending not to notice the slight change in his demeanour. I was curious about it, but brushed it off as I stood with them in the kitchen, catching up and telling Mr. Parkman all about my first year at college. 

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun," Mr. Parkman said. I nodded eagerly. "Now, for the serious question: how many boyfriends do you have?" 

I giggled, blushing a bit. "None, actually," I answered. 

Mr. Parkman raised his eyebrows, giving me a look that made me shiver. Neither of my parents noticed, as they were both looking at me, relieved with my answer. I met Mr. Parkman's eyes, silent for a moment, before he broke it and laughed. "No boyfriends? That's got to be impossible, a pretty girl like you!"

I laughed too, blushing, and wondering why I kept thinking Mr. Parkman was looking at me differently. Both times had been short moments, hardly long enough to even mention. I was starting to wonder if I had just imagined it – after all, I was pretty tired, and I hadn't seen Mr. Parkman in a long time. Maybe I was just over thinking things.

"No, no boyfriends," I finally said. 

The conversation moved on, ending with my parents inviting the Parkman's over for dinner and drinks later, since Mrs. Parkman really wanted to see me but wasn't home that afternoon. We said good-bye to Mr. Parkman and I went back upstairs, intent on lying down for a little while – I had been travelling all day, and nothing exhausts me more than a long flight and two hour drive from the airport home. 

I sat down on my bed when I got back into my room, undoing the buttons on my blouse – I was hoping to wear it again for dinner, and I knew that it would wrinkle if I wore it while lying down. I stood up to lay it on top of my desk chair and had turned back around to lie down when I looked out the window.

Now, there used to be a large tree outside my window, between our house and the Parkman's. For some reason, the tree had been cut down, and I could now see straight into Mr. Parkman's den. I froze for a moment, realised I was clad in only my lacy white bra, and moved quickly to the side of my window so I wasn't totally exposed.

Mr. Parkman was in the den, sitting in a big cozy chair that had been there since I was a kid. Whenever I went over, he would let me sit there, but I always knew that it was his favourite chair. I wasn't too sure what he was doing, but I suddenly had the thought that maybe Mr. Parkman had acted so strange in the kitchen because he realised he could see into my bedroom. The thought made me nervous, but also sent a little shiver of excitement through my body.

I bit my lip as I studied at Mr. Parkman. He was a little younger than my dad, though still old enough to be my father – I'd put him in his early forties, though I couldn't be totally sure. He had thick, dark hair that was peppered with gray, especially around the temples, strong features, and a great body. He wasn't a body builder or anything, but he was in shape, and had broad shoulders, muscular arms, and large hands. I had never really thought of him in that way before, but as I studied him at that moment, I realised just how attracted I was to Mr. Parkman. I found myself wondering what he would be like in bed, and blushed almost immediately at the thought.

The fact was that I was still a virgin. I was a little bit embarrassed about it, but I had only just turned 18 that past December and really hadn't had a chance to find myself a boyfriend at school. I felt exceptionally younger than everyone else, and I knew part of that was because of my lack of sexual experience. The problem was that I felt that being considered younger kept me from getting that experience. I recently had started trying to come up with a way to get some sexual experience, but I was so shy around most of the guys at my school – they seemed so much more experienced than me, and it seemed almost futile for me to attempt anything with all the pretty, experienced girls around. 

For some reason, though, I didn't think Mr. Parkman would mind that I didn't know all that much. He had always taught me how to do things, and always seemed to enjoy it. Maybe he'd enjoy teaching me about sex just as much. 

I couldn't keep myself from giggling quietly as I thought about Mr. Parkman teaching me how to do things. I thought maybe I'd like him to teach me how to suck cock first. My roommate at college always bragged about how she could get her boyfriend's cock almost entirely into her mouth before she choked. I had only ever touched one boy's cock before, my high school boyfriend Jeremy Gibbon's right after prom. His cock wasn't all that big, but I still couldn't imagine trying to fit it all in my mouth. I did want to learn how to do it, though. I was sick of my roommate bragging about how well she sucked cock – I wanted to be just as good at it. 

I sighed, shaking my head before lying down on my bed. As far as I knew, the Parkman's had a good marriage, and I had to be half crazy if I thought Mr. Parkman would even consider me that way. It was nice to fantasize about, though, and there was a warm tingle spreading through my lower body as I thought about it. I was tired, though, and decided to save that warm feeling for later that night, when I had time to deal with it properly. 

I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I knew, I could hear people laughing downstairs. I slowly rolled out of bed, stretching, and looked out my window. Mr. Parkman's den was empty, but that was because he was downstairs in my kitchen. I slipped my blouse back on and smoothed my hair down, touched up my makeup, and headed down to the kitchen.

"Haley!" Mrs. Parkman cried the second she saw me. She rushed up and enveloped me in a big hug. "Look at you, look how grown up you are!" 

I giggled and hugged her back. "Not all that much," I said shyly. 

She rolled her eyes. "Well you've filled out beautifully, dear, look at you!" 

I blushed. I had gained a little more than the projected "freshman 15" over the year, but Mrs. Parkman would listen to none of that. "It was well needed," she said, talking over my protests. "Sweetie, you've always been gorgeous, but you know, now you have some hips, some boobs! That's what the boys like!" 

My dad looked at me, assuming his over-protective father role, as my mom laughed. I'm sure I was red as a beet as Mrs. Parkman walked around me, basically checking me out. Not that I was uncomfortable with Mrs. Parkman doing it – it was the same as if my mom was talking about my boobs or ass and that was no big deal – but my dad and especially Mr. Parkman were standing right there listening to the two women trying to determine if my breasts had gone from a B to a C or a D, and to Mrs. Parkman exclaiming over how I had such a nice round butt. 

I mean, it was true – before I had gone to college, I had been skinny as a rail. I had no ass, no hips. I guess my tits had been a little large for my small frame, but they were still proportionate at best. As Mrs. Parkman put it, I now had a "nice womanly figure" – I took that to mean the hourglass shape caused by the curves of my breasts and my wider hips. I was absolutely embarrassed – any thoughts I had about Mr. Parkman maybe liking me had vaporized the second they started talking about the pounds I had added. I mean, I might not have been huge, but I doubted Mr. Parkman really liked the fact that I now had a tummy, or the fact that my thighs were considerably thicker than when I had left in September. I pointed out both these facts quietly and embarrassedly to my mom and Mrs. Parkman, but they both just laughed. 

"Silly girl," Mrs. Parkman giggled. "Of course you would say that. That hardly counts as a tummy, and your thighs are meaty at most. They're not bad at all, and even if they were, those boobs of yours make up for it. Don't they, Jerry? Our little Haley has become a gorgeous little piece!" 

Mr. Parkman cleared his throat. "Diane, I think we're embarrassing Haley a bit," he said softly. Mrs. Parkman looked at me. My face was red and I couldn't even meet her eyes, and Mrs. Parkman touched my arm.

"Oh honey, I don't mean to embarrass you, it's just you've gotten so pretty and so grown up since we last saw you. Even your hair has finally grown out." She touched my hair, and I had to admit she was right about that. I had short, chin length hair all through high school, but while I was school I never had time or money to get my hair cut, so my roommate would just trim the ends when I needed it. 

"It's okay, Mrs. Parkman," I said quietly, smiling at her. I tried to ignore the fact that Mr. Parkman wouldn't even look me anymore, and the conversation switched to my activities at college as I set the table for everyone. 

Dinner went smoothly after that. Mrs. Parkman told me all about her volunteering and charity work, and I listened politely. She always tried to get me to volunteer with her, but I just wasn't interested in hanging out with a bunch of middle age women trying to clean the highway or whatever it was they did. I needed a real job, and I mentioned that to her when she tried to get me to volunteer with her again. 

After dinner, I helped my mom clean the kitchen while my dad and Mr. Parkman talked about what the two older women referred to as "guy stuff." Eventually we finished and while my mom and Mrs. Parkman had a glass of wine, I went and sat with my dad and Mr. Parkman. For the first time since his wife had been examining my body, Mr. Parkman made eye contact with me as I sat down. My dad was talking about his new bar-b-que or something equally as exciting to him, and Mr. Parkman held my gaze, giving me the same kind of look that made me shiver earlier that day. This time, though, he didn't look away. I was confused – I had no idea what was going through his head. All I knew is that there was a warm tingle shooting throughout my body from the look he was giving me. 

The moment was only broken when my dad asked Mr. Parkman a question. He looked away from me and answered the question smoothly. It was that look that he gave me that made me sure I hadn't been imagining his strange behaviour earlier, and it only served to make me more curious about what he was thinking. Was he, God forbid, disgusted by me? Or was it the opposite – was he turned on by me? Or, I reasoned with myself, maybe I was just preoccupied with sex and he was just not used to seeing me after so long. I almost laughed at myself when I thought of that. Of course, that was the most likely, and the most reasonable. 

The rest of the evening passed quickly, and before I knew it, my mom and Mrs. Parkman had joined us, my mom yawning and Mrs. Parkman gently nudging her husband, quietly saying that she had a charity event the next morning. We walked the Parkman's to the door, and I gave Mrs. Parkman a hug as I usually did. Mr. Parkman shook my dad's hand and kissed my mom's cheek, then turned to me. 

I suppose he was going to just say good bye to me, but without thinking I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and held my body close against his, just for a moment, before pulling back and smiling. "It's so nice to be back and see everyone again," I said, glancing from Mr. Parkman to Mrs. Parkman and smiling. No one seemed to notice anything about it, except for Mr. Parkman, who gave me another strange look, though this time it looked like he was the one who was nervous. I held his gaze for a little longer before Mrs. Parkman took his arm and they left. 

My parents went off to do something and I sat in the living room for awhile, watching TV but not really paying attention. Truth be told, I was just waiting for it to be late enough for me to go upstairs and go to bed so I could finger the hell out of my pussy. The second I had pressed my body against Mr. Parkman's, it felt like my pussy had gotten instantly wet. I couldn't wait to go up to my room, strip down and lie in my bed, knowing that Mr. Parkman might be sitting in his den just over from me, knowing that he couldn't see me when I was lying on my bed but that all I had to do was stand up and he would be able to see my fingers in my pussy. 

I wasn't sure what time it was, but the sun had gone down and I couldn't take it anymore. I had been waiting for far too long for it, and hadn't realised I was watching a Portuguese news program until I went to turn the TV off. I had been too preoccupied with continuing my fantasy from earlier – instead of teaching me how to suck cock, my fantasy Mr. Parkman had progressed to eating out my pussy, licking and sucking at my clit, teasing me with what I was imagining to be a very experienced mouth. I was sure my panties were soaked right through, and there was nothing that I wanted more than to slide my hand into my panties and playing with my dripping pussy. 

I flicked the TV off and ran up to my room. I didn't turn the light on right away, instead I looked through my window towards Mr. Parkman's den. The light wasn't on in the room, but I could see the door propped slightly open, a beam of light from the hallway spilling into the room. I doubted Mr. Parkman was in the room. He always shut the door behind him. 

I flicked the lamp next to my bed on, my room flooding with a dim light. Stretching, I unbuttoned my blouse and threw it in the hamper, then slipped my jeans off and kicked them in the same general direction. I looked in the mirror above my dresser and sighed. Mrs. Parkman and my mom had been fighting over what cup size I was – my mom was certain I was a C whereas Mrs. Parkman had said I had to be a D. Mrs. Parkman had been right, I think. I had bought new panties and bras with money I had gotten for Christmas, when I had been about a 36C. Since then, though, I gained more weight – the new bras I bought went from a good fit to a little snug, and were now at the point where my tits were practically spilling out of them. I just didn't have the money to buy new bras each time I gained weight. I looked at myself in the mirror, making a mental note to try working out a little more over the summer. I could see what Mrs. Parkman had meant – I did like the way I filled out, at least in the tits and ass department. I still didn't like the tummy or the thighs, but I would just have to deal with it. 

I undid my bra and sighed as it came off. It was just too tight, and a relief to get off. I rubbed my shoulders, the sides of my tits, underneath my breasts, glad to finally free them from the lacy white garment I had been wearing all day. I sighed, then bent over, hooking my thumbs into the matching white lace panties and slipping them down my legs. They were just as soaked as I had thought, and instead of standing up, I braced one hand against the dresser in front of me and couldn't keep myself from slipping the other between my legs, sliding my fingers along my slit. I moaned softly as I finally touched my pussy, my fingers instantly soaking from my juices. I rubbed my fingers along my slit for just a few moments longer before I forced myself to take my hand away and stand up. I crossed the room, glancing out the window out of habit.

The beam of light that had been illuminating Mr. Parkman's den was gone. I had to fight my impulse to stop at the window and gape out, instead pretending I didn't notice anything at all and slipped onto my bed, turning the lamp out, just out of sight of the window. 

My heart was pounding. I tried to convince myself to think logically – someone had probably just turned out the hall light – but something told me that the light was gone because Mr. Parkman was sitting in the room, in his favourite chair, in the dark, so he could see me undress. The thought should have mortified me. I was a fairly shy person, and would never think of doing it on purpose... or would I? I shivered, imagining myself putting on striptease just for Mr. Parkman.

Now, maybe I was just hoping. Maybe I was just wishing that Mr. Parkman had seen me bent over, my hand between my legs. But I believed he was sitting there, and it made my cunt throb just to think of it. I couldn't take it anymore – I plunged a finger into my sopping cunt and immediately started finger-fucking myself hard and fast. I gasped softly and bit my lip to keep from full-out moaning. I worked my clit as best I could with my thumb, my hips straining up to meet my hand. My other hand moved to my large breast. I still wasn't used to the size of my breasts, and I enjoyed exploring it. I rubbed the underside of my left breast, then my right, then cupped as much as I could in my small hands before I began pinching and tweaking my nipples. 

It wasn't going to take long for me to cum, not after how long I had been waiting. I pushed up to grind against my hand, fingering myself fast and hard, my back arched to get my fingers as deep as I could inside me. An image of Mr. Parkman filled my mind, the image of him licking my pussy, and I let a soft moan escape my throat before I bit my lip again. I moved my fingers faster, pinched my nipples harder, and before I knew it my pussy was tightening around my fingers as I came hard on my own hand. My body stiffened on the bed, my back arched, tits thrust in the air, hardly able to contain my moans, as my orgasm rocked through my body. I was gasping for breath as I came down, still gently rubbing my pussy with one hand, my other resting on top of my breast. I sighed as my glow slowly faded away, yawning as I started to feel sleepy.




Show Off



I decided, however, to look out the window one last time. I slid out of bed and moved just beside the window, glancing out towards Mr. Parkman's window. The room was still dark, but I could have sworn I saw a beam of light just fading as someone closed the door. I grinned, crawling back into bed and curling up, knowing I was likely just imagining it, but enjoying the idea anyways.

That night was the beginning of a routine I kept for the next few days. At first, it was terrifying. I never would have done anything like that until I realised what a rush it was. I would go up to bed just after the sky darkened, knowing that the fantasy would be ruined if I could see into Mr. Parkman's den before I got undressed. Each night, I got more and more adventurous, wondering if Mr. Parkman was watching me, wondering if he knew I could see him, wondering if he got hard watching me. The thoughts made me blush but it seemed so naughty, so forbidden, that I couldn't help myself – every night I ended up in bed, my hand between my legs as I thought about him sitting in that chair, maybe with his cock in his hand, watching me undress. 

When I think back on it, I must have been so obvious. The first night I undressed, I had done it unconsciously, thinking Mr. Parkman had gone to bed. The second night, I faced the window as I unhooked my bra, pretending to be looking at my reflection from the side in the mirror. The night after that, I turned my back to the window, and if Mr. Parkman really was sitting there, he got a full view of my round ass and dripping pussy when I bent down to pull my panties off. I started wearing my sexiest panties and bra sets, and prancing around my room naked for much longer than I usually did – until I couldn't take it anymore, until I had to touch myself. After a few days, I stopped waiting until I was lying in my bed. I mean, most nights I snuck my hand between my legs for a few moments, just to feel myself, but one night I turned my bedside lamp on, settled myself against my dresser, spread my legs, and proceeded to finger-fuck myself until I came hard, in full view of anyone who might or might not be sitting in Mr. Parkman's den. 

I should have felt bad about what I was doing, now that I think about it. I never really considered that if Mr. Parkman was watching me, it meant he wasn't with his wife. But I was so horny when I was in my room, thinking about Mr. Parkman watching me, that I never really even considered it. I really liked Mrs. Parkman, but truth be told, I had never even seen the Parkman's kiss or touch or hold hands or anything. Even my parents would kiss in front of me, and hold hands, and act like every other couple in love, and I had the feeling that my parents were either really quiet or that my mom as a frigid prude because I never heard them having sex. 

Like I said, though, I never thought about it. Every night I would try to come up with new ways to show off for Mr. Parkman, even though I was never really sure that he was actually there – for all I knew, I was just caught up in my fantasy world, showing off for an imaginary person in the next house. As the days went on, I found myself wondering more and more if he was watching me. I wanted to know if he liked what he saw. If he knew I was doing it just for him. That last one was the one that especially ate at me. Each night, as I was undressing, I would glance at his den window at least once, hoping he would see me, hoping he was as turned on as I was. 

My little shows soon became a ritual, and even though it was only about a week later, I felt like I had been doing it for ever. I didn't see either of the Parkman's that week, though I knew Mrs. Parkman had visited my mom at least twice. Both times, I had been out job hunting. I didn't know if Mr. Parkman had come over at all. If he did, I never saw him, and I was dying to – if I saw him, maybe he would give me some sort of clue about if he saw my little shows or not. Either way, it had been the most sexually satisfying week of my life as of yet, all thanks to Mr. Parkman, and he hadn't even touched me. He hadn't done anything, really, except potentially sit in a chair facing my bedroom window. And as nice as the results had been, I was craving more.

I didn't have to wait long for it. One night, shortly after, everything changed. 

It started off the same way as the past few nights had started. My eyes were practically glued to the window, waiting for the last few rays of the sun to go down so I could run upstairs to my room. On that particular night, my parents were out – my mom had dragged my dad to some charity fundraiser. My dad hated going to them, and I was nearly guaranteed he would be drunk out of his mind within the first hour and having fun within the next, so they wouldn't be home until much later that night. So on that night, I didn't have to take nearly as many precautions – the TV wasn't even on, I simply sat on the couch in the living room, looking at the sunset out the front window. 

The second I couldn't see any more sunlight, I ran upstairs. I began unbuttoning my jeans in the hallway, lifting up my T-shirt as I crossed my room and turned the lamp on. By that point, I had stopped checking for the beam of light in Mr. Parkman's den. It didn't do me much good to look for it anyway, as I would never be certain whether he was there or not. 

I don't know what made me do it – the fact that my parents weren't home, the fact that I had been a little more daring every night – but I did things a little differently that night. 

I started by practically tearing my clothes off. My jeans were already slipping down my hips, and I had my T-shirt up over my head. I hadn't worn a bra that day, so my tits just bounced out of my top as I took it off. I threw it to the floor, tossing my head a bit to get my hair out of my face. I then stood in the middle of my room, topless, my jeans around my hips, showing just the top of my lacy black panties. I faced the window as I slid my jeans down my legs, slower than I had ripped my shirt off, and stepped out of them. 

It went against every aspect of my shy personality, but I then looked straight out my window, at the square of black that was Mr. Parkman's den window. I stepped forward, slowly, until I was directly in front of the window. I raised one hand, resting it on the window frame, as I slowly slipped the other hand into my tiny little panties. I stared at the window, my heart pounding, knowing that if Mr. Parkman was there he must nearly be having a heart attack at my blatant display. If he was there, and if he had been wondering if I knew he was there, it was definitely clear now. I fingered my clit, biting my lip as I stared out the window, my fingers sliding along my dripping slit, so close to the window that my tits were nearly pressing against the glass. My nipples were so hard that they brushed against the glass when I moved, the coolness of the glass making me jump and shiver. 

I was nervous, watching Mr. Parkman's window, hoping he was in the room watching me. I was out on a very long limb here, taking a huge step, making it known that I was showing off for Mr. Parkman. I don't know what I was expecting, if I thought the room would just stay dark. If I thought that Mr. Parkman would reciprocate my step forward. I hadn't thought that far ahead. I didn't think about it then, either, as I fingered my clit, working myself towards an orgasm. 

I was breathing hard, my eyes half-shut as I moved my fingers hard and fast. I could feel myself getting close, and I gasped, moaning out loud. My hips bucked forward to meet my fingers, and I was just on the edge, ready to cum, when the light in Mr. Parkman's den flicked on.

I cried out, stumbling back from the window, but my body was ready to cum and I couldn't stop my orgasm from quaking through my body. I moaned, trembling as I looked out the window, not knowing whether I was in trouble or if my sex life was about to get a lot more exciting. 

Mr. Parkman was sitting in his chair, the door closed, the lamp on the table next to him on as he stared out the window. It wasn't until the phone on my bedside table rang that I realised that he was holding a phone to his ear. Suddenly nervous, our eyes locked, I pulled my hand out of my panties and took a step forward, picking up the phone on the third ring.

He didn't let me say hello. "Put on a long coat and go wait in front of your house," he said. My mouth was half-open, still ready to say hello, and I stared at him for a long moment. My heart was pounding harder than it had been all night, and I felt dizzy and almost drunk as I nodded.

"Yes, Mr. Parkman," I finally whispered into the phone.

"Two minutes," he ordered, then hung up the phone and turned the light off.

I stood frozen for a moment, then nearly tripped over my own two feet as ran to my closet. The longest coat I had was a spring jacket from the year before, and I didn't know if it would fit. I pulled it off the hanger and slipped onto it. It was fine until I tried to do it up over my breasts. Cursing, I tried whatever I could to get the buttons done up over my tits, which were two cup sizes bigger than when I had bought it. I managed to just get it done up, but the material was strained to the point that my skin was showing through the holes between each button and I didn't know that the button would stay on if I moved suddenly. If I bent forward, for example, it tightened around my tits, not allowing me to breathe. I didn't have enough time to care, though, and I did up the rest of the jacket. It just barely covered my ass, but Mr. Parkman had said a long coat – I assumed that meant no pants, no skirt. I wasn't even sure if I was allowed to keep my panties on but I decided to risk it. I grabbed the first pair of shoes I saw, which were a pair of strappy heeled sandals I had worn to my high school graduation, and ran downstairs. I slipped them on at the front door, scribbled a note to my parents telling them I'd gone to a friends, and left, locking the door behind me.

Mr. Parkman's car was waiting in front of my house. I was shaking, I was so excited, wondering where he was going to bring me – after all, it's not like we were going back to his place if he had gotten his car out. I hurried towards it, my heels clicking on the driveway. The passenger door was open, and I slipped in as best I could, though I'm pretty sure Mr. Parkman got an eyeful of my black panties as I struggled to manoeuvre in the tight jacket I was wearing.

He let me get settled, and I found myself staring at my hands in my lap, too nervous to actually look at him. It was silent in his car, and he didn't start driving. I could feel his eyes on me, looking at me, likely staring at the strained material covering my breasts, and I knew my skin was flushed from my cheeks to the base of my neck. Though, in all fairness, most of that was from the extreme amount of arousal I was feeling rather than any kind of embarrassment. The silence between us was the only thing more unbearable than the tension, and Mr. Parkman finally broke it by reaching one hand out and touching my shoulder tentatively. I could see him open his mouth out of the corner of my eye, trying to figure out what to say. Even just the slight pressure of his hand against my shoulder was making my entire body tingle. I turned my head to look at him.

"Haley... if..." he started to say. I knew where it was going – he had that tone like he was going to tell me I could leave if I wanted and while I wasn't sure where things were headed with us, I knew I didn't want to hear that. So I put my hands on Mr. Parkman's shoulders and pulled myself close to him across the front seat, kissing him hard.

Whatever he was going to say, it was lost. Mr. Parkman's hands were on me in an instant, on my arms, my breasts, my waist. He held me as close as he could across the seats, kissing me hard, his tongue tracing my bottom lip before he bit down on it lightly, making me cry out. He cupped one of my breasts with one large hand, my tits still more than his one hand could hold. My nipples were hard, my jacket so tight that it almost hurt as they strained against the material. 

Mr. Parkman moved his lips from my lips to my jawbone, then towards my neck and just under my ear. "You're such a tease," he growled, biting me gently. I moaned softly and he squeezed my breast harder. "I felt horrible about watching you. Felt like a dirty old man spying on my gorgeous little neighbour. Then you started showing off, prancing around like a dirty fucking slut." I cried out when he called me a slut, partially because he punctuated his sentence with another nip on my neck. "I can't believe the little girl I used to watch when her parents went out turned into such a whore."

I wanted to tell him that I wasn't a whore, but he brought his lips back up to mine and kissed me hard. "Please Haley, tell me you want this... tell me it's okay..." he mumbled against my lips.

I hesitated for just a moment – now that things were so real, I was suddenly incredibly concerned with a lot of things I hadn't thought about before. The fact that Mr. Parkman kept switching gears was confusing me, too – ready to ask me if things were okay, then calling me a slut, then asking me again. "I want it, Mr. Parkman," I whispered, finally answering him. "But... Mrs. Parkman..."

He shook his head. "Don't worry about her," he said, cupping my cheek. "She's okay with it. She loves letting me fuck other women. She likes to watch sometimes."

My mouth dropped open, and Mr. Parkman laughed. "She saw you the other night and knew in a second that I'd want to fuck you. Why do you think she was talking about you like that?" 

I could hardly believe what he was telling me, and Mr. Parkman just chuckled, pulling me close to him again and kissed me, his hand firmly gripping my hair. "How did you know I was watching you, hmm?" he asked as he kissed me. 

"I hoped," I gasped. "I didn't know if you were there or not." 

"What made you think I'd be there in the first place?"

His mouth moved to the base of my neck as I explained to him how I saw the light from the hallway, and then how it was gone. He kissed and nipped at my skin, sucking lightly, just light enough to not leave a mark on my fair skin. 

"You nearly drove me crazy when I saw you. If it weren't for your parents I would have grabbed you and fucked your young little cunt right there," he said. 

"God, Mr. Parkman..." I whispered. I had no idea Mr. Parkman was so dirty – in the good way, of course. His words were making my cunt throb. My panties were already so wet from before that my juices were starting to coat my thighs. I had no doubt that Mr. Parkman would be buried deep in my pussy by the end of the night, and as much as I was looking forward to it, I was also a little scared. Mr. Parkman didn't know I was a virgin, and I'm pretty sure he was assuming I wasn't one. I didn't know how to tell him, though – I loved the way he was talking to me, and I knew that if I told him he would stop. So, I had no plans to say anything.

We stayed there for a bit, until Mr. Parkman pulled himself away. "We'll go somewhere else, in case your parents come back," he said. "Is that okay, Haley?" I nodded and he started the car. After he turned the corner, he put his hand on my thigh, which was bare – the jacket had ridden up to the point where my panties were almost showing.

He rubbed my thigh as he drove, his eyes on the road, but his hand slowly moving up my leg, until he was stroking my pussy through my lacy black panties. He teased me, keeping his fingers away from my clit and just feeling my pussy lips through my panties. I tilted my head back in the seat, so excited that I could hardly breathe. "Mr. Parkman, please..." I begged.

"Oh baby," he said, but his fingers still just teased my pussy. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," I gasped immediately. His hand cupped my pussy, grinding his palm into me. I raised my hips to meet his palm, but he wasn't going to let me get what I wanted.

"Tell me how you like it," he ordered.

I froze. I should have just made something up, I know that, but I honestly couldn't think of anything in my state. My mouth just opened, but nothing came out. Mr. Parkman glanced at me. "Did you hear me?"

"I-I don't know, Mr. Parkman," I whispered, looking down at my lap. My legs were spread just wide enough for his hand to fit between them, and I bit my lip at the sight. 

"Don't know how you like to be fucked?" he repeated. I shook my head, blushing. I couldn't believe he didn't get it, but then, I guess people don't just 'get things' like they seem to in movies. Plus, Mr. Parkman had good reason – I did act like a slut for him, stripping for him, teasing him... he had every reason to assume I had lost my virginity. "Come on," he said when I didn't answer. "You must have a favourite."

"I'm sure I will, once I try some," I whispered, seeing no way around telling him. Mr. Parkman frowned for a moment, then realised what I meant.

"Haley... you're a virgin?" he said. 

"Yes, but I want to keep doing like we're doing, Mr. Parkman, please don't stop..." I said quickly, moaning in disappointment as removed his hand from my pussy. "Please, I want to so badly!"

"I know, baby," he said. "But if this is your first time, it's happening the right way."

"The right way...?" I repeated. "I didn't know there was a wrong way." 

He laughed. "There isn't really, but I'm not... I mean, I don't want you to lose your virginity in the backseat of a car." His hand returned to my thigh, but much lower, in comforting way rather than a sexual way. "I still have to look out for you."

I blushed, and knew at that moment that if anyone was going to take my virginity, I wanted it to be Mr. Parkman. At least he cared about me – I mean, sure, it would be nice to lose my virginity to a guy I loved, but for one, I didn't want to miss out on all that sex before I got married, and another, based on the fact that guys my age were inconsiderate douchebags, it would take a long time to get a guy who treated me as good as Mr. Parkman was. That, and someone who could was that good to me and could still say the dirtiest things. I put my hand on top of his and smiled. 

We drove quietly, and I knew Mr. Parkman was looking at my breasts every chance he got to glance over. His hand moved ever so slightly on my thigh, ensuring I was just as ready as ever when he stopped in front of a hotel that was known to be pretty fancy. I looked at Mr. Parkman, incredulous.

He cut me off before I could protest. "You deserve somewhere nice," he said, leaning across the seat to kiss my forehead.

"Mr. Parkman, I can't go in there the way I'm dressed!" I exclaimed.

He laughed. "They won't even notice."

He was sure wrong about that. I mean, even as I got out of the car, I flashed my soaking panties at Mr. Parkman, and anyone else who might have been in the parking lot. Mr. Parkman took my arm in his as we walked into the hotel. He kissed my forehead before going to the front desk. I waited in the lobby, biting my lip, feeling like everyone was looking at me. They probably were – my ass was almost hanging out of my jacket, my nipples poking out the front, my heels making me look like a hooker. I blushed and looked at the floor until Mr. Parkman came up and took my arm again.

Our room was on one of the top floors, and because it was so late, we were the only ones on the elevator. Mr. Parkman took the opportunity to press me against the wall, his body pressed against mine for the first time that night, and kiss me hard. I moaned as I felt his cock pressing against me, his large hands ravishing my body, touching every bit of me he could get his hands on. I could have spread my legs right there and let him have me, but the elevator stopped. The doors open just a bit too quickly, giving the people waiting a view of a man old enough to be my father with his hands on my breasts. I blushed and the woman waiting laughed awkwardly before I grabbed Mr. Parkman's hand and pulled him off the elevator.




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"Slow down, baby. You don't know where we're going," he teased, holding me back a bit by wrapping his arms around my hips and pressing his body against mine from behind. I giggled and wiggled my ass, grinding into his hard cock. He let me do it for a moment before leading me to a room at the end of the hall. After fumbling with the key for a moment, he opened the door.

I didn't have time to take in the room all that much. All I saw was that it was more extravagant than anything I'd ever stayed in before, and that the bed was huge and covered in what looked like the softest sheets and blankets I'd ever seen. 

But like I said, I didn't have time. Mr. Parkman pressed me against the wall, harder than he had in the elevator, and practically tore my jacket off. My tits literally bounced out after being contained by the tight material, and Mr. Parkman's mouth was on them before I had even let the jacket fall to the ground. He licked and sucked the tops of my breasts before running his tongue along my cleavage, then focussing his mouth on my nipple. He sucked each nipple eagerly, nipping softly at them, twirling his tongue around them. I raised a hand to his head, pressing it harder against my tits. Mr. Parkman groaned, the sound muffled by my breasts. 

"Your breasts were beautiful before, Haley, but they're fucking amazing now," he said, and I moaned in response. "So big... so firm... so young..."

He stopped sucking my breasts after a bit, though I think it took all his strength to do so. It disappointed me a little, too – I could have let him suck my tits all night, it felt so good. But I knew the best part was coming up, and Mr. Parkman did too. He kissed me gently, running his fingers through my hair. "Doesn't it bug you?" he asked. 

"Hmm?" I said, kissing him back.

"That I'm old, baby," he said. "I could be your father, you know." 

"I know, Mr. Parkman," I said, then giggled. "I kinda like it." He groaned and ground his hips against me. "Don't you, Mr. Parkman?"

"Yes baby, I love it. You're like the little girl I never had, but better – I get to fuck you, too," he growled, kissing my neck. 

I moaned in response. "Mr. Parkman, I want you to fuck me now..."

"Not yet," he said, then surprised me by swiftly lifting me up. He walked over to the bed and gently lay me down, his body on top of mine, his lips moving down from the base of my neck, spending a good amount of time on my breasts, down my stomach and towards my dripping pussy. His large hands tenderly pulled my lacy panties down as he placed a kiss just on top of my pussy, before spreading my legs and sliding his tongue all along my dripping slit. 

I had never had anyone lick my pussy before, and the feeling was like nothing I've ever experienced before. Mr. Parkman's tongue teased my clit, danced along my slit, and probed at my dripping hole. He controlled every single tingle that ran through my body, every sound I made whether I was moaning or begging him for more. My hands were tangled in his hair, attempting to get his mouth closer to my cunt, but even as I raised my hips to get more, he was in control. He feasted on my pussy for what seemed like ages before slowly pulling himself away. I cried out in disappointment. "Please, I don't want you to stop!" 

"I'm not, baby," he said, "Just moving." He made me sit up, on my knees, then he lay on his back and pulled me to him, making me straddle his face. I could see a bulge in his pants, and as Mr. Parkman pulled my dripping pussy towards his mouth, I reached forward to undo them. I pulled them down quickly as Mr. Parkman continued to tease my pussy with his mouth. I moaned softly as he sucked on my clit, then gasped, though the gasp was because I had just pulled out Mr. Parkman's cock. 

I know now that Mr. Parkman's cock was fairly average, though at the time it looked huge to me. The length was average; it was the thickness that got me. I could hardly wrap my entire hand around his cock. I was sure glad Mr. Parkman couldn't see my face, though, because my mouth dropped open and I'm sure I must have looked worried – I was freaking out, trying to figure out how the thing would fit inside me. I didn't say anything, however. I didn't want Mr. Parkman to know I was scared, so I touched his cock slowly, tentatively at first, before nervously bring my mouth closer to it.

Now, like I said before, I had never sucked a cock. I had no idea where to start, really. I was determined to try, though – Mr. Parkman was paying such amazing attention to my cunt with his mouth that I had to at least attempt to return the favour. If I did it really wrong, I'm sure he'd let me know. So I studied his cock for a minute, determining what I would do.

I started by sticking my tongue out and licking the drops of pre-cum off his tip. I felt Mr. Parkman groan into my cunt, so I took that as a good sign and continued to lick his cock, running my tongue up and down the shaft, twirling it around the tip, until his cock was glistening from my saliva. I paid a little more attention to the tip before I opened my mouth, wrapping it around the head.

That had to be really good, because Mr. Parkman thrust up into my mouth, groaning again. I loved it when he groaned. It felt amazing, sent shivers through my body. I kept taking Mr. Parkman into my mouth, taking as much as I could without gagging, bobbing my head on top of him. Mr. Parkman responded to my sucking by focussing his mouth on my clit and bringing one of his large hands up between my legs, slipping one long finger into my tight, dripping pussy. 

That made me moan, and Mr. Parkman really liked that. He groaned and thrust into my mouth again, only that time he hit the back of my throat. I choked on his thick cock, and strangely enough, I think he liked that too because he did it again. As he thrust into my mouth, he sucked hard on my clit, pumping one finger inside my cunt. I was beginning to build up again, and I unconsciously started grinding my pussy against Mr. Parkman's face. He continued to eagerly suck my clit, moving his finger faster inside me. 

His finger felt amazing, and I moaned loudly, though the sound was muffled by Mr. Parkman's thick cock. I was now practically riding his face and fingers, my orgasm building up. I bobbed my head at the same pace that I was moving my hips. Mr. Parkman quickened the pace of his fingers moving inside me. I was on the edge of cumming, and all it took was Mr. Parkman flicking my clit with his tongue for me to go over the edge, my cunt tightening around Mr. Parkman's fingers as I came hard on his face. I moaned, crying out, the sounds muffled by his cock, and I continued to suck him as I came down. 

Mr. Parkman lapped lightly at my cunt, letting me suck him for a few minutes longer, before he gently pulled me off him. I was still catching my breath, and he laughed at me, grabbing me and pulling me next to him. He kissed me hard, and I could taste my juices on his lips. His hands were all over my tits again, squeezing and tweaking my nipples. I had just cum, but I knew I wanted more.

"Mr. Parkman," I mumbled as he kissed me. "I've been waiting all night... will you please fuck me now?" 

"You sure you're ready, baby?" he teased, pinching my nipple. 

"Yes!" I moaned. "Please!" 

He rolled me onto my back, kissed and licked my breasts, before gently spreading my legs and moving himself between them. I shivered, partially due to excitement but mostly due to nervousness, as I felt his cock resting against my dripping slit. He kissed me gently. "Are you sure you're ready, Haley?" he repeated.

"Y-yes," I stuttered. There was no way I was going to back out. Mr. Parkman didn't ask again. He started to position himself at my entrance. "Do it fast, Mr. Parkman. I just want to get it over with."

He chuckled. "Just the first part, I hope," he said. I giggled and nodded, and hadn't even finished laughing when Mr. Parkman shoved his cock deep inside me.

I didn't scream or anything, but I cried out a bit as his thick cock stretched my virgin pussy. Pain shot through my body. Mr. Parkman wasn't moving, but I was gasping, trying to get used to the foreign feeling of something so big inside me. My head was tilted back, my eyes slammed shut, and I could feel Mr. Parkman's lips on the top of my breasts and my neck. 

After a few moments, the pain subsided, and I was suddenly very aware of the full feeling inside me, of the thick, throbbing cock that was enveloped by my cunt. I opened my eyes and looked at Mr. Parkman, who was watching me. "Feeling okay?" he asked.

"I'd be better if you started fucking me," I replied.

He didn't have to be told twice. Mr. Parkman began moving inside me, slowly at first, but gradually going faster. "Fuck, baby," Mr. Parkman groaned, his face buried in my shoulder. "So tight... I don't think I've ever fucked a pussy this tight..." I don't think he was exaggerating, either. I felt like my pussy was stretching to fit him inside, like if his cock was just a bit bigger, he wouldn't be able to move at all. 

He fucked me deep, hard, making me moan and gasp with every thrust. My legs were wrapped around his waist, giving him full access to my cunt. "God, Mr. Parkman..." I cried.

"You like it, little girl?" he growled. I moaned in response. "Oh yes, baby. I never thought I'd fuck little Haley from next door..." He pounded his cock inside me, thrusting hard. His words made me moan and I could feel another orgasm building up, a warm tingle from my stomach down to my toes.

"I'm gonna cum," I gasped. "Mr. Parkman, you're gonna make me cum!"

"Yes, cum for me, baby," he growled. He fucked me faster, harder, so hard that my tits were bouncing. "Come on, little girl, I want to be the first cock that you cum on."

I came for him, and I came hard. My pussy tightened around his cock and I cried out, my body racked with pleasure. I guess maybe it was my tightening pussy that pushed Mr. Parkman over the edge, because he came just as I did. The feeling of his hot seed spurting inside me was so foreign, but so amazing. I looked down at his cock inside me, looking at my pussy lips stretched all around it. His cock had stuffed me almost full to begin with, so some of his cum had no choice but to drip outside before Mr. Parkman had even pulled out of me.

After a few moments, he pulled his softening cock out of me, rolling on his side. I lay on my back, feeling Mr. Parkman's cum drip out of me. It was such a strange feeling, but so amazing. Mr. Parkman wrapped an arm around my stomach. "Are you okay, Haley?" he asked.

I turned my head to look at him, grinning. "Amazing, Mr. Parkman," I giggled, kissing him. "Did I do good?"

He laughed and kissed me back. "Oh, very good. I think I should definitely help you practice a little more, though."

I was definitely not opposed to that. And Mr. Parkman came through on it. We practiced a few more times that night alone, and then almost every day after that. Mrs. Parkman happily let me come over whenever I wanted, so long as I had a cup of tea with her once in awhile. And every night that summer before I went to bed, unless I was already at Mr. Parkman's house, I stripped in front of my window, showing off for Mr. Parkman before going to sleep. 



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I'm all dressed up or rather barely dressed at all. My collar is around my neck, stocking, garters, heels, and a see through short dress with buttons down the front is all I have on. While Master is dressed as he is normally, although I can tell he's excited for tonight. I'm excited but so nervous too, as this is the very first time that I have been out in public dressed in so very little, so revealing of our relationship. Of course Master wouldn't tell me where we are headed but then again he rarely does, but I knew it was special. 

He pulls into a warehouse district and slows down in front of a building with quite a few cars in front of it for the time of night that it was. He pulls up next to another car and kills the engine, "I expect you to behave like my good slut tonight, no back talking, no sassiness, and only call me Sir or Master. Is that understood pet?"

"Yes Sir!" knowing he wouldn't be telling me this if it wasn't important. I am growing more nervous by the minute, but I always do with new situations. We get out of the car and I shiver in the thin dress, "Yes, we better get you in the warmth before they get a frozen pet and not a hot slut."

He attaches a small chain to my collar and we make our way to the door, there's a bouncer at the entrance but once Master gave him a card we were inside. All around us are others, some in collars or chains and others holding the other end. Both Masters and Mistresses, male and female subs, sitting down around tables or dancing on the floors. Different styles of clothing or lack there of, from leather to lace, everyone was different. There are a few small stages around one with a chair bolted to the middle, another a pole and the last one a table also bolted down, currently no one was on them. 

He leads me to the bar and orders a couple of drinks for us, whisky & coke for him and sex on the beach for me, then he leads me to a table with a couple of chairs. As we approach the table I see Master put out an arm and stop me from sitting in the chair, "Pets are to sit at their Master's feet." And he points down to cushions around the tables. I understand, and take a seat below him and watch as more people filter into the area, for a warehouse on the outside, the inside was much like any club in the middle but there was door leading off of the main area. 

It seemed that most everyone came together; I hadn't seen anyone enter alone although I had seen a few come in with two subs. As I sipped on my drink I would look up to Master for assurance and I always got a smile, wink or kiss from him. As it got a bit later a few Masters and Mistresses would come up and comment to Master, sometimes I would hear them like "She's a fine one," or "When are you up?" and sometimes I wouldn't. I was curious as hell but I knew better than to ask, Master wouldn't tell me and it could be deemed as sassiness. And tonight I was trying to be the best I could for Master.

Suddenly the music was cut and a voice came over the speaker, "We will be starting the shows soon, we just wanted to welcome and welcome back to all of our patrons. Remember only touch if given permission, no cutting is allowed, no recording and everything stays here. Otherwise enjoy yourselves and let them begin." I looked around and saw that everyone looked to the stages as the music started again.

Master bent down and whispered, "Anyone is allowed to go up on the stage in turn, but I already signed you up for the one with the pole. You will be on soon so watch carefully." My heart was hammering and I flipped to watch the stage with the stripper pole in the middle. A fiery girl came out; her hair dyed bright red on the ends black by the scalp. She wore a bright blue corset, blue and black thong and black boots. She sundered onto the stage as 'Bad girlfriend' started and moved to the beat. She twirled round the pole and started teasing the crowd; I noticed her corset was easily removed as she started pulling it apart. I tried to remember everything she did with the pole so that I could copy it later, but she was very interesting to watch and when the song ended she was left in her boots as she took a very deep bow. Then I saw her Master come up on the stage with her clothes in hand, helped her down and gave her a drink. Master was up and pulled up on my chain to follow him, "You are on just after this next one, and you must get ready to come out on stage."

My heart jumps to my throat and I can only hear it in my ears, walking right next to the stage he talks to the DJ and they share a joke about it being my first time. Right as the guy on the stage is finishing Master whispers to me, "You are to take off the dress but leave on the garters. Do me proud slut, just like you do at home." He unclips the leash and he gives me a slap on the butt to push me toward the stage. The DJ calls out to me, "You're going to 'Good girls go bad'." 

I know this song and as soon as it starts I close my eyes, take a deep breath and step onto the stage. Everything gets easier as I bounce to the music and strut to the pole, going up and down on it like I would normally dance. Then as I'm going around the edge I start unbuttoning the front of my dress making my way back to the pole. As I get to the last couple of buttons I feel that the dress would fall off right now so instead I jump up and grab the pole kicking the dress off. The crowd thrills me with their sounds of joy at my boldness and I pull out the stops bending down and then all the way back showing off my pussy. I twirl around the pole and then end as I spin to the floor. I get a round of clapping and then Master is there to take me off stage. I feel the leash go back onto my collar and he has my dress in his arms. 

I'm thrilled to the bone and hyper, but Master takes me to a different set of chairs and cushions. This is clustered around a different stage then one with the table bolted to it, but currently no people. I look around and people are in different stages of undress, some don't have tops on or their skirts are around their middles. Masters and Mistresses are toying or stroking their subs, but nothing is too heated yet. Master whispers to me as he plays with a nipple, "That was very good slut, I'm proud. You are not to cover yourself, as you should be proud of your body. Since you did so well with the pole I wanted to try you on this stage." Watch carefully is left unsaid but it was there.

Just then a Mistress steps on the stage and snaps her fingers, then a male sub follows her. She is wearing a short tight dress that shows off her large breasts and heeled boots where a rod was stuck in. He just wore a loincloth of sorts and crawled up to her and kissed her boots. Smiling she pets him on the head and then she goes and sits on the edge of the table so that her short dress rides up and shows off her trimmed pussy. She snaps her fingers and he scurries to her and then starts happily eating her out. After a few minutes she's moaning and grabs his hair and forces his mouth into her as she cums hard. As she releases his hair he falls to the floor and starts kissing her boots. 

As soon as she regains herself the Mistress is telling him to strip for the crowd. He turns towards us and starts swaying to the music and takes his loincloth off slowly until you see his excited cock. I can tell that his is sucking up all the attention from the crowd, that he likes being on the stage. The Mistress then tells him to come over and start to fuck her like the slut he is, and he thrusts into her. I can't stop watching his ass clench from the effort that is until she takes the rod from her boot and starts whipping his ass and thighs. I love seeing him flitch and the marks form as he is still working her, but I can tell she is losing herself quickly. 

Screaming she tells him to cum in her and I see him quicken his pace and moan as he releases his cum. As he finishes he drops down and begins to lick his cum from her quivering pussy. I'm so turned on that I didn't notice Master getting up until he pulled my leash to come with him. "Did you like the show slut?"

"Yes Sir, I did like it a lot."

"Good I want you to go on stage next," he gave me a pause to say if I didn't want to do it then went on when I didn't say anything. "I need you to be a messy, naughty slut." He brings the bag where my dress went into and step up to the stage that the Mistress and sub just left. Master pulls on my collar and tells me to crawl to the table, I can't help blushing but I crawl over as fast as I can. Master just walks behind me confidently until we get to the table, "Get on the table slut."

I climb onto the table and place my pussy on the edge and I'm getting excited at the thought of the others watching me. When Master takes a rope from the bag and starts tying my arm to the table, my head is right on the edge of the table. I slight edge of worry tampers my excitement but not enough to make me stop, I want to be great for Master. He finishes with my arms and takes my legs, spreads them and ties them to the table too. Then he steps away and heads back to my head, undoes his pants and I get the first view of my favorite cock. Master places his hardening cock in my mouth and then I feel a mouth on my pussy, startled I look up to Master. "Continue slut, you are not to stop."

This meant I couldn't loss focus and I couldn't cum because I would lose focus, until Master said I could. I worked on his cock, licking and sucking, sometimes he would force it into my throat. I couldn't help but be turned on by the licking and the crowd but Master knew that I was having trouble not cumming and suddenly pulled back. "Cum slut, cum for your Master." And instantly I was there and pushed over as my back arched and my breath caught. My orgasm rushed over me and once again I could breathe as my pussy still pulsed around the tongue working me. Then I felt Master move towards my pussy and the tongue stopped and moved away towards my head. 

She was naked and collared and I knew that I would be getting a taste of her as Master fucked me. I arched my back as Master lined up, as I couldn't go back into him and moaned as he entered me. I love the feeling of him forcing his way in and then the girl placed her pussy at my mouth and I started licking away. Master is working me, but I know I can't cum until I make her cum. I'm wishing that I could use my hands but I still lick and suck and hum until I feel her moving to my administrations. Unfortunately I can't forget what Master is doing to me and I so need to cum but he keeps slacking off when I get too heated. 

Luckily I was getting to the girl and she started pushing into me and mewing, then I felt and tasted her cum. She was tasty but I couldn't focus too much to her as Master picked up the pace and I came hard on him. The girl moved away as Master pulled out of me and I was able to suck on his cock once again, and it was covered in my cum. I can tell Master needs to cum now and I work him hard and fast as he thrusts into my mouth. Soon he growls that he's close and lets a string of cum into my mouth and pulls out to spread out the cum on my face and chest. Both of us panting I just want to curl up and cuddle but the crowd is still around us and I am still tied down. 

Master quickly releases me and I help him take the ropes and put them back into the bag as we get off the stage for the next act. I see the girl with her Master and we give each other a smile and wink, but Master and I head to a group of chairs and cushions to recover. I lean back against him and smile as I sleepily watch the many shows of debauchery before us.



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I am fortunate enough to have met the love of my life and we have been married now for a long time. Anne and I have an ideal marriage in my opinion – and apparently in hers too since she keeps me around. However, one of the things I miss most about the single life is that time when you undress in front of a new partner as a preliminary to first sex. You see I've always been something of an exhibitionist and, since I am well-endowed, I love that moment when I first revealed myself to a new partner and I get to hear the "Wow" or "Oh-h" and the sharp intake of breath. I particularly remember one girl who said that she was so happy that she finally got one of the "full size ones" like you see in the movies.

My wife is a beautiful curvy and very sexy woman but she is very reserved and even a bit shy. I think her 34F breasts simply attract too much unwanted male attention. Not that I mind; I enjoy it when I see guys looking lustfully at her, knowing that what she's got is mine alone. Of course, that kind of commitment from a gorgeous gal deserves and gets the same kind of commitment back from me. But I do miss that reveal moment!

Now I'm not size proud. I think you can work with whatever you've got. But to make an initial impression, big is definitely better. After that, it's all how you use it.

Anne is not insensitive to my desire to be seen. As a result we have occasionally gone to clothing optional beaches and resorts. She finds a fairly secluded spot and goes topless while I remain in a more conspicuous area, totally nude. A few years ago we went to a Mexican resort that had a clothing optional area on about half the beach area right in front of the resort. Since it was mostly a golf resort, the 'optional' portion of the beach was not heavily used. When we arrived we met an attractive couple, Jim and Liz who were very friendly but were interested in golf and motorsports and other activities that just didn't appeal to us. We met them for drinks in the evening or had the occasional dinners together and enjoyed chatting with them. 

My wife and I would spend a few hours every day just tanning on the beach. Now for those of you who haven't tanned naked you may not be aware that the warmth of the sun relaxes your cock and you can definitely display what you have without an erection. I enjoy lying on a lounger with my big tan cock laying along my thigh – and ogling my wife's beautiful breasts without getting too turned on since I know that the fun comes when we get behind closed doors. 

Towards the end of our vacation I was lying on the lounger when a new couple arrived at the resort's beach. I learned from the subsequent one-sided conversation that they were from the Midwest. Anne was a few feet away from me, partially hidden by a palapa. The couple sat about twenty feet from me, fully dressed. The husband was trying to sneak peeks at my wife, but his wife was not satisfied with a long distance inspection of me. Within moments she was standing right beside my lounger asking me meaningless questions about the resort while her eyes were riveted to my flaccid but tanned and 'fully relaxed' manhood. As I spoke to her I noticed that she couldn't help licking her lips every few seconds. I also noticed that her husband didn't look at all pleased with her interest in her new friend. I think it was his expression that finally pushed my wife to join in the conversation and politely establish that I was 'taken', without actually saying anything directly. The woman stayed for some time with a rapt expression on her face. When she and her husband left Anne giggled and said that I had sure made a new friend - or at least part of me had!

Later as we told Jim and Liz the story over dinner both of them began to chuckle. 

"You mean that's been you lying by the palapa most afternoons?" Jack asked.

"Yes, I like to tan in the nude." I answered. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, no," he replied, "It's just that our room overlooks that area of the beach and we didn't realize it was you tanning down there." and then he looked at Liz and they both burst out laughing.

Liz said: "You see, you looked so hot down there that we had sex several times while watching you..."

"And Liz came up with some terrific fantasies!" confirmed Jim.

Now as I said earlier, Anne is very reserved about our sex life, and I knew that nothing was going to come of this with the other couple. However, Anne and I had incredible sex once we returned to our room thinking up our own fantasies. And we remember that incident fondly from time to time when we have been tanning on a secluded beach, and then things begin to heat up...



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SHOW-OFF 1

From the time my body blossomed, and I loved the attention. It excited me to have a man gawking at my body; it is a purely sexual thing. I can cum just knowing that someone is watching me. And, I have found plenty of opportunities to let them watch. My bedroom windows are on the second floor facing the street and the side yard. From the neighborhood houses you could see into my bedroom windows. All had males of all ages living in them. I would pose in front of my bedroom window, touching myself knowing anyone could watch. I always imagined men jacking off as they watched me. I visualized their big hard cocks shooting cum. They thought I didn't know they could see in. Nearly every night I'd leave my shades up and the lights on and show-off my body. 

It was the couple that lived across the side yard nearest my bedroom who had the best view. They were a married, in their mid-forties, and their bedroom was just across from my bedroom. I would leave the shades up and lay naked on my bed with my legs spread wide for him to see. I could feel his eyes on my body. I imagined that his wife got several good fuckings due to my teasing. 

I enjoyed babysitting just to tease frustrated husbands. The man would always want to give me a ride home and would "talk" just to have an excuse to look at my body. If I liked you, I'd show-off a bit more each time. No bra, no panties, and a lot of revealing poses. I had been introduced to sex on the ride home from babysitting late one night. He told me I was "hot". Sex was intense and natural for me. I'd take every opportunity to fuck. 

In the summer I would tan in the back yard wearing a bikini. It was too small for me. I only wore it because my body spilled out of it. It made me feel very aroused. The top covered just the center of my boobs. Even then my cup was a 34 D. The top and bottoms of my tits showed very prominently. The strings for the bottom could barely be tied. My ass was almost completely exposed. It made me feel very sexy sunning myself in the back yard. On days like that my neighbor would fabricate a reason to come over and talk. He would tell me how his wife didn't understand him any more and that they were rarely "intimate". At times I'd throw out a question like, "Really, how could she be that way?" He'd then go on and on again as his eyes roamed my body. I was beginning to feel very sympathetic. He just might need a little help. 

One day the string to my bikini bottom "accidentally" became untied. I also pulled my top down a bit to show off my nipples. When the neighbor came to visit, I was on my back, fully reclined in the lounger, facing the sun, with my eyes closed. He always started with some lame question. Today I squirmed in the lounger until my pussy was mostly uncovered as we made small talk. I subtly spread my legs. It made me hot knowing he was staring at my tits and cunt as we talked. His voice became closer. I opened my eyes a tiny bit to see him kneeling next to me. 

We kept talking. I felt his hand on my thigh. I let him. He touched my hand and I gave it a squeeze. He softly kissed my lips and I let him. His hand pushed my bikini bottom down. I let him. He nudged my pussy and waited for my reaction. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and pulled him close. His hands squeezed my breasts. Then a finger entered my pussy. I let him. He began to finger-fuck me and I moaned. I could hear him unzip. The weight of his body was on me and his cock pressed into my wet pussy. I let him. I loved being the hottest girl he'll ever have sex with. He appreciates it. As we fucked, I visualized his wife watching us together. It makes me very hot. 

Even today, over thirty years later, I walk around the house naked and the drapes open when I know that someone can see. My husband, Michael, encourages my exhibitionism. The idea of other men seeing me naked is like Viagra to my husband. So his rule, that is almost never broken, is that I have to find a way to show myself off "accidentally" to every male who comes to the house. So far, this has included relatives, UPS drivers, employees, friends of friends, neighbors, acquaintances, and total strangers. Michael likes to see the rule used in public too. 

SHOW-OFF 2

My husband has invented many ways for me to expose myself. How it is done depends entirely on who it is and what we want them to see. At the Mall, a few college guys got a peek at my cunt when I crossed my legs wearing a short skirt and no panties. The young man who lives next door often sees me naked through the window. Michael's younger brother got a dropped towel as he caught me just out of the shower. 

I know Michael finds me attractive; he tells me so, but now he needs something kinky to get off. My ass is a bit fuller these days, but so are my tits. I have 36DD boobs and a flat, trim tummy. My legs get whistles all the time. In spite of my body, it has been years since Michael came home and wanted to "lay me". What always gets Michael hot are men staring at my body like they want to fuck me. Actually, the younger they are, the harder Michael gets. One night as we dressed to go out to dinner, Michael sheepishly asked that I not wear a bra or panties. 

"Why?" I asked curiously. "Do you want men to see me as a slut?"

"Just a little." He said. "Maybe a lot. I really like it when men look at you. Thinking that they might actually see something is . . . It is hard to explain what that does for me. I like men looking at you that way."

That night when we arrived at the restaurant, the parking valet was there to greet us. Michael told him to take good care of the Mercedes and there would be a nice tip. The valet then opened my door. I slid forward to allow my skirt to slid up. As I swung my legs out, I then pretended to turn back and talk with Michael. I winked at my husband as I spread my legs to give the valet a good view of my naked, shaved pussy. The handsome valet looked like he might be 18. Michael was visibly horny. I held the position for a few moments before putting my hand out and letting the valet help me out of the Mercedes. It looked like he wanted to stick his head up my skirt. Actually we both wanted that. Michael talked about this all through dinner. He even said how hot it would be to watch the valet fuck me right there in the car. It made me hot thinking about it. 

I never hesitated to except Michaels proposal since I love showing off. Michael didn't even remember the times I gave him a good peek when we first met. Michael an unsuspecting doctor and I was in pharmaceutical sales. I used my body as "doctor bait" and I caught a very rich one. But for now, I went off to the bedroom and removed my underwear. That's how the perpetual "show-off" was born. Under Michael's direction, I became a perpetual sex tease for all men to see and I love it. 

SHOW-OFF 3

In general, the more forbidden the situation, the more exciting it is for me and Michael. This is why I especially like letting hot young males see me. Not too long ago I stayed overnight at my friend's house. We had been out and both had too much wine with dinner. Later we had a few more glasses at her house and decided I should go home in the morning. She wanted to wake up her teenager, Jimmy, put him on the couch, and have me sleep in his bed, but I told her I'd sleep on the couch and sent her off to bed. She was ready to pass out anyway. At the end of the hall was the bathroom and across from this was her son's room. His door was open half-way and I thought that this could really get fun.

I took off all of my cloths, entered the bathroom, turned on the light, and made plenty of noise. A few minutes later I was sure he was awake, although he acted as if he was asleep. The light was shining right across his bed. I stood at the sink and ran water, took a washcloth and washed my face, breasts, ass, and finally my cunt. I then leaned into the mirror pretending to look closely at my face. My ass was jutting out and my big tits hung freely. Then I turned out the bathroom light, mumbled something about "the bedroom". and slowly walked into his room. He was getting a good, close look. My cunt was dripping as I sat on the bed. I put my hand on Jimmy and said, "Excuse me Jimmy, but your mom said I could sleep in here tonight. Do you mind sharing the bed?" I didn't wait for an answer. I got under the covers and snuggled up to him. "I hope you don't mind. I didn't bring anything to sleep in." 

I nuzzled his neck and slid my tongue into his ear. Jimmy instinctively turned and kissed me. I put my arms around him and let him do what ever he wanted. As I had imagined, his cock was hard from watching me. He felt up my tits, ass, and pussy. I arched my back, raised my hips, spread my legs wide. and began to moan. He took the hint and climbed on top. It was a very nice surprise to find such a big cock. The whole episode took only a few minutes.

I love them at that age. One summer, I had a teenager painting the interior of the house. I can just look at them and imagine their hard cocks shooting cum; because of me. While he was working in the living room downstairs, I got up on a step stool at the top of the stairwell on the pretext of examining some woodwork. I was wearing an oversized tee-shirt and nothing else. When I reached up, the shirt followed and I was completely exposed. He had clear view of my ass and cunt which I suspect he liked since he kept finding reasons to come over to the stairs. 

At one point he disappeared into the bathroom. Of course he was masturbating and shot cum all over my clean floor. When it was time to pay him, I had to run up the stairs to get my purse, giving him another view of my ass and pussy. I actually could see the drops of pussy juice on the steps when I came back down. The aroma was intoxicating. That was a particularly good day since my brother came over later and I gave him the exact same treatment. I don't have any trouble finding help to do work on the house. 

SHOW-OFF 4

One of my favorite exhibitions involved my husband and me planning a display together. I like it when he is "in on it" since I know that I am getting two cocks hard at the same time. We invited a neighbor, Bobby, who occasionally mows our lawn and helps around the house, to clean the garage. He is skinny with long blonde hair, and generally sex-crazed with puberty. I know his mother well and she tells me about the porn magazines he has and the Internet sex sites he visits too. 

My husband told Bobby that he would pay him 50 bucks to help clean the garage. It needed it anyway, but it was just part of the plan. Afterwards, Michael took him into the great-room for some table-tennis. As prearranged, I stopped in to say hello and shake hands. I said that I was going to take a shower, but needed towels. Michael said he'd take care of it. He goes to the laundry room, gets bath towels, hands them to Bobby, and tells him to take these upstairs to me. Of course, how was I to know who was bringing the towels? (That would be my story if I spooked him.) 

As planned, I would be in my bedroom when Bobby arrived with the towels. I was brushing my hair over my face, the radio playing, and the door was ajar so he could see in from the hallway. I was naked of course, and standing in front of my full length mirror so he could get a full view of me, front and back. As we anticipated, the surprise was really too much for him; he couldn't really enjoy the view with the chance of getting caught. But, he did watch for a couple of minutes before fear took over. He backed up, called my name, and acted as if he had just come into the hallway. I "modestly" covered myself as he came to the door. I had one arm across my breasts and one hand over my pussy. I then positioned myself behind the door and thanked him for bringing the towels. 

Michael and I anticipated that reaction, so when Bobby went back to the ping pong table, phase two began. Michael pretended to throw his back out. Bobby knows he has a bad back, it's why he was helping clean the garage. So, Michael feigned back pains and had to lay in the recliner in the great-room. After a couple of minutes, he asked Bobby to get a him beer from the refrigerator. When Bobby came back, Michael said that he was out of action for awhile and that he needed to take it easy for a few hours. Michael told Bobby that he was welcome to stay, use the computer, grab something to eat, watch TV, or do whatever he wanted. He only asked Bobby for the remote. Bobby now had free reign to move about the house without worry that he would be seen by Michael. 

Of course, both males were thinking about me naked. We knew that Bobby's raging hormones would want another peek. I stood in front of the mirror, with the music playing loudly, and danced. I had left the door open about three inches. I could just catch enough movement through the doorway to know that Bobby was standing there, hidden away, watching me. I began to touch my myself. I pinched my nipples and wiggled my ass. A minute later I crawled on to the bed with my ass facing the door and began to masturbate. On my hands and knees, I reached back between my legs with one hand, and slipped two fingers into my wet pussy. I gyrated in a fucking motion and began to moan softly. Juices poured down my fingers and on to the bed. Then I dropped to my belly, sighed softly, before rolling on to my back. 

The show had lasted maybe ten minutes. As I got up, Bobby headed back downstairs. A little later, when I came to see what the guys were up to. Bobby had a small stain on the front of his pants. I was so proud that I could make him cum like that. I left the room and came back with a damp cloth and said, "Let me help you with that." He looked down and was visibly concerned with the evidence. I held the front of his pants and began to rub the stain. Of course this also rubbed his cock. It was instantly hard. Michael was in the room, but his recliner faced the TV away from us. My fingers were just inside his waistband at the front snap with my thumb on the outside to hold him still. His hard cock grew and touched my fingers. 

"We better make sure we get that out." I said laughing. "Do you think we're getting it?" 

Bobby was panicked. I looked over my shoulder to show him that I was positioned so that Michael could not see my hands even if he could turn around. Michael sensed what I was doing and kept still. 

"Sorry about that." I said as I wrapped my fingers around his cock. I could now see the tip of his cock-head and the ooze coming from the tip. I put one finger on it and rubbed gently. "I think I see the problem."

I then told Michael I was going to help Bobby out. "He has a stain on his pants and I want to get them into the washer right away." I said as I took Bobby by the hand and lead him to the laundry room. I shut the door, and said, "Let see if we can fix this problem."

I unzipped his pants and dropped them to the floor pulling his underwear down too. "There," I said as I took his cock in my hand. "I think this is the problem. Would you like some help with that?"

Bobby was stunned. He nodded mindlessly. I dropped to my knees and rubbed his cock on my face. The little pee-hole was oozing precum again and I had to get a taste. I wrapped my lips around the boys cock-head and sucked. He fell back against the dryer and nearly fell to the floor. "Easy Bobby." I said calmly as I squeezed his cock-shaft. 

I slipped the cock-head into my mouth. I put my left hand under his smooth balls and felt them tense and release. The cock-head pulsed and exploded in my mouth. I swallowed his juices. Bobby thrust his cock deeper into my mouth. I took all of him as the last few spurts entered my throat. I smiled, licked my lips, and said. "Now about those pants. Let's throw those in the washer and get you cleaned up."

I couldn't help but notice that his cock was still very hard. It was a nice cock for such a skinny guy. His small frame made his cock look even bigger. I wrapped my left hand around it as I stuffed his pants into the washing machine and added detergent. 

"Does this ever go away?" I said to him and smiled. "I'm going to have to do something about this."

I let go of his cock and began to undress. I was very slow and very deliberate as I dropped my cloths to the floor. The washing machine started and the sound of water sloshing filled the room. I laid back on the floor. I raised my knees and spread my legs for Bobby. His cock was visibly harder. With just a little coaxing he dropped to his knees and laid on top of me. His cock head pressed against my pussy as he instinctively began sucking my nipples. 

I squirmed under his body and felt his cock spread my pussy lips and enter my vagina. We began to fuck; undulating to the rhythm of the washing machine. Throughout this I knew that Michael could see us through the gap in the poorly fitting laundry room door. This made the sex even hotter. Bobby thrust harder, slapping his balls against my ass. I lifted my hips and let him penetrate deeper. My pussy clenched his cock as I spasmed in orgasm. His hot cum shot into me. I dug my heals into his ass cheeks as our juices flowed together. I held him tight for a few minutes until it all slowed down.

"That was incredible." I told him. "You are very good at this. I hope you can keep it a secret from everyone. I know this may be confusing, but I like to have sex. Do you understand?" 

I had Bobby put his underwear on and directed him to go and watch TV with Michael. His silence made me a bit nervous. 

"Don't worry." I said. "Michael knows that I was going to wash your pants. If his back is better you might even play some ping-pong."

To my surprise Bobby was very cool about the entire affair and waited watching TV with Michael while his pants dried. A half hour later we send him home. The kid still had a smile on his face. I couldn't wait to ask Michael about what he saw. But it was obvious, Michael about raped me as soon as Bobby left for home. Michael said that it was the hottest thing he'd ever seen and wants to do it again.

Michael and I set up a couple of hidden web-cams so that I could record any action I got when he was at work. Later that week, after Michael returned home from work one evening, he watched the replay of the young "painter" fucking his wife. I swear his cock grew two extra inches when he watched that video. It makes him talk dirty and cum hard. More incentive to find more teens.

SHOW-OFF 5

It isn't always just young men coming around to see me. Since the day I flashed my pussy for my sister's husband, he (Ken) stops by frequently. Ken is married to my little sister. I'm forty-eight and in very good shape (I must say). I'm not as pretty any more, my boobs sag a bit, but with my waist and legs I no trouble passing for 35. 

My sister, Susan, is 38; much younger; an obvious "oops" for my parents. Many people thought she was the older sister. So, I can understand when her husband comes to sniff around, but I don't want it to go anywhere. When he came over at lunch time Wednesday, I was obligated by my "exhibition" agreement with Michael to show off for the man. I turned on the web-cam so Michael could check it out later. I was wearing a v-neck t-shirt and tight shorts. I never wear underwear at home, so it is rather revealing. I figured this would do. The web-cam would record his reaction. Ken was a few years younger than my sister. She was very hot when they got married, but then let things go after that. 

I was very horny that morning since I put off masturbating. With Ken here I decided to use the visit like foreplay and finish myself off after he was gone. My nipples were protruding through the t-shirt. When I bent over a little my cleavage would show down to my aerola. I knew this since I often practiced revealing myself in front of the mirror. As I stooped in front of him to pick up a piece of floor-lint, I could feel my nipples harden. I lingered in this position and felt his eyes caress me. I love this feeling. It makes me wet. As I looked up, his crotch was inches from my face. "What can I do for you?" I asked in a flirtatious voice. 




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I stood up and looked him in the eye as best I could. He is six foot three and I am five foot three. I was also aware that the tight shorts show a distinct outline of my pussy. Michael says I have a perfect "camel-toe". 

I could see Ken was looking me over, up and down, and over again. My tits looked good and my pussy felt like it was pouting. I asked if he would like a "Coke" and he said yes. I told him to sit in the living room and I'd be right back. I knew I was having the desired affect. "Michael will be proud of this one", I thought. I brought him a Coke and could see by the bulge that he was interested. "You really do love Coke!" I said laughing. He didn't get my little joke. 

"Oh yes, I love Coke." He replied wondering what I was inferring. It was working. I could see that he had a very thick erection growing. It was like hiding a can of Red Bull in his pants. I like the bull. 

"Have you ever tried yoga? I asked him. "I was just ready for some yoga today. It's good for strength and balance and it improves flexibility too." 

"No, I haven't tried that yet. I barely have time for anything after your sister gives me her "to do" list at night. He replied. "I'm not keeping you from your yoga am I? You can go ahead and we can talk at the same time if that will help."

"What a better way to show off." I thought. I had a plan suddenly. "Sure thing! Good idea. What brings you by today?" 

"I had to run a few errands this morning before a big meeting this afternoon. I was in the neighborhood, so . . . I thought I'd stop in."

"Great!. I said. "It's always good to see you." With that I did a "Mountain Pose"; standing erect with my heels grounded, shoulders back, and chest out, my tits were on perfect display. From there I did a forward bend that revealed even more. From this I went down onto the floor and stretched out on my back, hands and feet extended fully. 

"I'm going to start with my core routine." I said. "So what have you and Susan been up to lately? Everything fine?" 

From this position, with my feet facing Ken, I lifted my knees up to my chest slowly, then back down to the floor. After three of these I extended my legs straight up, then pulled my knees back to my chest. From that position I pulled my knees up towards my shoulders and spread my legs wide. I reached behind my knees and held this position. My beautiful camel-toe had his full attention. "I've had to workout for a year to be able to do this." I said. "What do you think?"

"Amazing." Ken replied. "I wish your sister could do that."

"Ha ha ha!" I laughed. "I bet you'd get down and join her." 

I then got on my hands and knees facing him. I could hear him make a "gulp" noise. He was obviously thinking exactly what I wanted him to be thinking. I alternated between rounding my back up and then dropping it in a convex posture. After several of these, I dropped to my belly and pushed up into the "Cobra Position". With this loose t-shirt on combined with the angle of his view, he could see my naked tits perfectly. 

"What do you think?" I asked as I held the position. "Do you think you'd like to get into this?" 

"I'd love to get into that." Ken said impulsively. "Looks good to me!"

"Thank you! You are so nice." I said eyeing his crotch. His cock was getting longer and thicker. "If you want to get down with me I can show you a few positions." 

Ken didn't need any more encouragement. He got on the floor with me and said it was going to be tough without his gym cloths. I said it would be OK. He could just take off his shirt and pants this time. I began to unbutton his shirt for him and he helped take off his pants. He was wearing boxers and his thick meat was barely contained. I was thinking that he was attractive in many ways. My pussy was feeling it too and began to form a very visible wet spot. The look and the smell had the desired affect. I had Ken get on his back as I did. He was flushed and breathing heavily. I told him to arch his back. I slipped my hand under his low back to support him. Leaning over on to my side to assist him. Then I directed him to flatten his back and extend his arms along the floor. I told him to pull his knees to his chest. I placed my hand on his ass, gently grazing his balls, and pushed as I supported his neck with my other hand. My tits were inches from his face.

"Very good" I said. "You are doing well. "I can tell it is increasing your blood flow. That is very good for you." 

I then had him arch his back and push his crotch into the air. Then I'd have him drop down to his back and repeat this. He repeated this several times, going a little faster each time. It looked like he was fucking the air above him. I started to shudder a little. My hand "accidentally" rested on his crotch as I assisted him and I could feel the size of his erection. 

"That's enough for the first time." I told him knowing that I had to stop there. "Maybe some other time, but I'm running late today and I need to get going."

I could tell he wanted to fuck me and/or masturbate. It was tempting. He had a cock much bigger than any other I'd felt. I wondered how it would feel inside me. I'd have to ask Michael and see what he thought. Does he want to see my brother fuck me? Who knows. I think that some blood finally got to Ken's brain. He said he was going to be late for work, dressed and walked for the door. I followed him. 

I put my hand on his back, got up on my tip toes, to kiss him before he left. I aimed the kiss for the cheek, but as he turned, he put his lips to mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I instinctively melted into his arms and fondled his cock through his pants. His left hand massaged my tits as he pulled me close. I put both arms around his neck and pressed by lips tight to him. His hand went down my shorts, between my legs, cupping my naked pussy. His forefinger rubbed my clit. Then two fingers slipped inside. I was ready. 

"You better go before we do something." I said as I squeezed his cock. 

"We are doing something." Ken said as he picked me up and carried me to the living room. "It's just sex. Just a man-woman thing. It doesn't count." 

Ken put me on my back and knelt between my legs. As he was undoing his belt, his cell phone rang. Reality set in and he took the call. I could hear a voice telling him not to be late for the "meeting". Ken stopped, looked at his watch terrified, and said he had to go. I kissed him again, half hoping he would stay and fuck me, and half knowing it was best for him to go. 

"That was my boss," He said, "Time got away from me. Maybe next time?" 

"Who knows what can happen." I replied as he left. "It was fun."

When Michael got home I waited until mid evening to tell him what happened during the day. I told him how it started with my usual exhibitionism and that we almost ended up having sex. 

"Really," Michael said. "You are too much. Did you start the cam?"

"Yes," I said. "As soon as I saw who it was at the door, I started recording and I think you will find it interesting." 

Ten hours of foreplay is too much for any woman. I allowed Michael to get very horny. I told him every detail knowing it would make him crazy. As I talked, Michael started watching the video. I let him fuck me as I moaned Ken's name. His cock filled me up and drenched my hungry pussy. 

"Next time I want you to fuck him. I want to see how big that thing is. Is it as big as it looks in his boxers?" Michael asked. 

"Oh yes. He is a real handful and I have touched all twelve inches of him." I said just to tease Michael. "He will be like fucking a baseball bat tied to a pair of coconuts." 

As I went to turn out the lights I noticed that the shade was not pulled down in our room and I could have sworn I could see something move outside the window. Who knows. Maybe there is someone else as perverted as we are. I just hope it was the teenager next door. He is rather handsome.



Show Off



The paperwork was recorded and I was officially single - again. My marriage was over more then a year ago but neither of us was willing to admit it. We tried everything - counseling, workshops, retreats, romantic getaways - nothing worked. The only woman I wanted to be with wanted me too. The only problem was that she wasn't my wife. She was married to a guy my wife worked with. Her ex-husband and my ex-wife introduced us. I kind of figured it was their fault.

I'd waited a year to make a move. Tonight I was going to call her and ask her on a date. I reached over to drop my keys in the bowl by the front door. There was a DVD in it waiting for me. It said, 'Watch This & Call Me'. The handwriting was delicate and feminine. I recognized it immediately. I put it in the player and turned on the TV. As it cued up, I poured a drink and loosened my tie. There was my girl on the screen with a big smile on her face.

From the first time we'd talked about our divorces, she'd made it clear that her marriage was over and she was available. But that wasn't enough for me. I may not be a good man but I've never cheated and I've never slept with another man's wife. It's not much to brag about but it was something I'm proud of and I wasn't going to change now. I wasn't gong to start a relationship with her on a bad note. I wanted to be straightforward and honest from the very beginning. I'd held back and asked her to do so as well. She'd gone along with it but still teased me at every opportunity. I guess she just couldn't resist doing it one more time.

The video started with a shot of my living room sofa. The camera panned around the room, then up her long legs. She was sitting on a stool wearing a tiny pink g-string and a cropped t-shirt that said 'Slut' across the front in big white letters. The letters were stretched out tight across her full chest, shifting and moving enticingly as she squirmed in her seat. 

She said, "I hope you don't mind that I used your spare key. I want to to sit you down on that sofa and give you a show like this." As she spoke she ran her hands over her stomach to lift the shirt and expose the lower curve of her breasts. She reached under her shirt and squeezed her tit. While she did, she ran her other hand down her side and over her hip to cup her pussy though the pink lace. Her head fell back and she began to move her hips like she was riding my cock. Soon, she slid her hand up to pinch her nipple. I could see her squeeze one breast under her shirt and abuse the other through the fabric of her shirt. 

She licked her lips and said, "See how hard and long my nipples get, Baby? I'll bet you can't wait to lick and suck them for me while I grind against you."

She stared into the camera and said, "I can't wait to feel your hands and mouth on me. It won't be long until you can play with the girls all you want." She leaned forward and asked, "Wanna see 'em? Do ya?" With fluid grace she pulled her shirt off over her head. She stood there with her hands up over her head, her chest lifted by the pose while she slowly turned to let me appreciate her curves from every angle. "Like 'em, Baby? If you do, you're gonna love this." 

She turned away and pointed her round butt at the lens. With her feet spread wide, she pulled the little pink thong down over her hips. Her moist lips seemed reluctant to let go of the wisp of fabric as it stuck to them. Part way down her thighs, her it got stuck. She let go of it and caressed the inside of her thighs. Her fingers traced the soft flesh up to her tight pink gash. She let out a soft sigh as she rubbed her mound. Grabbing the crotch of her panties in her hand she tried to pull them downward. 

"They're stuck," she whimpered. "I got to get off - I mean I got to get them off for you." With her legs together, she dropped her last stitch of clothing to the floor. The view of those long legs and sweet ass was enough to make me hit pause. I could have stared at that image all night but I knew there was more. She stepped out of her panties and gracefully kicked them free as I hit play. Looking over her shoulder, she took a couple of steps away before she lay down on the floor. 

"You like my legs don't you, Baby? You're always staring at them like you want to eat them up." She pulled her feet up until her legs were by her head. "Did you know I'm this flexible?" she asked. "Did you know if lay here like this I can watch your tongue lick my clit or your cock hammer in and out of my cunt? It's gonna be so much fun. I can't wait, Baby."

As her legs split into a wide V, she ran her hands down the outside of her legs. With her elbows on the floor and her hands on her ass, she tilted her pelvis. Like a sharpshooter lining up a target, she used her pussy to line up her sight with the camera's lens. 

Reaching behind her, she pulled out a pink vibrator. She licked and sucked the end to get it wet then rubbed it over her slit. Her plump outer lips opened to reveal the treasure within. She slid the tip up and down over her labia until it was slick with moisture. Then, instead of sticking it inside her, she lifted it to her mouth and licked it clean, moaning in satisfaction as she did. She sucked and licked her toy like a cock, making me squirm as I thought about what her mouth would feel like on me. 

In a flash, she was on her hands and knees staring into the lens as she licked her toy. The look in her eyes made me want to shove my cock down her throat.

"Want me to suck your cock, Baby? Want me to lick it and kiss it before you shove it into my tight little pussy? Want to shoot your come on my tongue and watch me swallow your load?" She drew the tip of the fake cock between her breasts, past her navel down to her slick cunt lips. "Or do you want to fuck me first?" As she asked the question, she shoved the vibrator into her pussy. Her body bucked and she cried out, "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" She moved beautifully. 

A montage of shots of her playing with herself followed. She was on the sofa, her legs spread wide with one hand rubbing her clit and the other mauling her tits. Then she was face down on the floor with her ass in the air, reaching around behind her, she spread her cheeks and shoved her fingers into her gash. The next shot had her straddling a big fake cock as she rode it. Scene after scene, shot after shot she moaned and fucked herself with her hands or a dildo. Through it all ran a running commentary about how she wanted me to fuck her, how she wanted to suck my dick, how she wanted to have me take her and make her my personal fuck toy. 

My cock was harder than it had ever been. I wanted to pull it out and jerk off but something held me back. The video faded to black and I thought that was the end of it but I was wrong. One last shot faded in. Slowly she appeared out of the dark. She was sitting on my bed, leaning back against the headboard in a beautiful set of black lace lingerie. 

She looked right in the camera and said, "Baby, now you know just how much I want you. Over the last few months you've seen me at my most vulnerable. You know how much my ex hurt me and how I feel about you. I felt more exposed than if I'd walked down the street naked. Now I've put it all out there and I hope you accept as am I and love me as much as I love you. I've let you see how much I love sex but I haven't let you see me come. You have to earn that." 

The scene faded out and a message came up. It read, 'CALL ME'. She picked up on the first ring. I heard her take a deep breath and let it out slowly. She said, "I'm tired of just flirting with you - tired of just teasing and tempting you. I like all that and I may do it sometimes but right now I want more. I want you and I know you want me too. You've seen what I've got to offer. I hope you liked it because I'm in your bed, waiting for you. Come and get me and I'll show you how much I love you."

My phone bounced off the coffee table before it hit the floor. I was half way down the hall before it skidded to a stop.



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It was a warm night and before pulling the blind and getting ready for bed Katherine went to the window, opened it, and just enjoyed the breeze. Spring was definitely here, with the scent of new growth wafting through the air. 

A movement caught her eye and she looked around, trying to see what had caught her eye. There was nothing obvious in sight and she shrugged, dismissing it. Probably a cat or a bird. She was about to turn away when she spotted the movement again. There was someone moving behind the darkened window that wasn't quite opposite her bedroom.

Katherine considered for a moment. The corner bedroom was Mr. Wilson's. The one next to it was Trevor's, if she remembered correctly. Yes, that's who it was. He was trying to spy into her bedroom. No matter. With the blinds drawn let him look all he liked.

About to reach for the blinds, Katherine paused, considering angles. From where he was standing, Trevor could only see certain parts of her room. As long as she only stayed in the other sections of the room, or only showed her back when she was in the viewable area, she could drive the swine wild with frustration. That'd teach him to peep.

Over in his bedroom, Trevor fumed. Damn it, why didn't she turn around. When Katherine had forgotten to pull the blinds he'd thought he was in for a show. But she'd had her back to him while she took her shirt off and had then walked out of site. When she'd returned she had a pyjama top on. Then he'd seen her wriggling and bending and he'd known, he'd just known, that she was taking her jeans off, but she was too near the window and he couldn't see below her waist. Then the lights had gone out.

Katherine laughed to herself. That had been fun. She hoped he had an erection so big it exploded. Damned peeping tom.

Over in his own bedroom, Andrew, Trevor's father, had been amused. He'd walked into his bedroom but just before he went to turn the light on he'd seen Katherine getting undressed. From his position he had an excellent view of her bedroom, and he'd thoroughly enjoyed the little show, though there had been something odd about it that he couldn't quite put his finger on. He made a mental note to drop a word to Katherine about pulling her blind.

The next night Katherine again noticed that Trevor's light was out, and she again put on a little show for him, this time turning as she crossed the viewable area, topless, so that he could see her breasts from the side. She had quite nice breasts, and it amused her to flash him a little.

She again failed to realise that Andrew also happened to be in his bedroom when the little show started, and with his superior vantage point he saw a damn sight more than a side flash of boob. Andrew noted that Katherine had grown into quite an attractive young woman, who was old enough to shave certain areas, and did. 

Andrew was a little puzzled by Katherine's performance over the last two nights. Up until then she had been conscientious about drawing her blinds each night, now for two nights in a row he had received a free show.

Another night, and Andrew stopped by to speak to Trevor before continuing to his bedroom. This time, Andrew noted, Katherine had drawn her blinds. Pity.

After a week or so of intermittent flashing, Andrew finally realised just what was going on. If his or Trevor's light was on, the blinds were drawn and there was no show. No lights and the show would start.

The oddity of what he was observing also became clear. The positions Katherine took when undressing were always calculated to give a viewer from Trevor's room tantalising and teasing glimpses. A glimpse of boobs from the side occasionally, an apparently accidental full view that only lasted for a second. The little minx suspected that Trevor was peeping at her and was deliberately teasing him.

Unfortunately for her, she totally forgot that Andrew had a much better view of her bedroom, and when she undressed he could see everything she had. Problem now was what to do with the little exhibitionist and what to do about his peeping tom son.

Actually, now that he considered his son, the solution was easy. The boy had long outgrown the small bedroom he was in, but it would make an excellent office for Andrew. Accordingly, Trevor a few days later found himself being moved into what had been the guestroom, complete with en suite. It would be Trevor's responsibility to keep the en suite clean and tidy, otherwise Andrew would kick him around the house until he did so.

Leaving the light on in Trevor's old room would let Katherine see that it was now an office, not a bedroom, and that would probably stop her shenanigans. Andrew made a note to himself to do that. Sometime. No hurry. There were other things that had priority. Like getting a nice camera.

Over the next few weeks Andrew viewed some excellent performances from Katherine. The more she did her little exhibitionist shows the more she wanted to do them, offering longer and more explicit displays to an audience that she had not realised had departed.

Then came a long weekend. Katherine's parents were away for the weekend and Andrew had gone camping with some friends. Perhaps it was time Andrew mentioned to Katherine that Trevor had shifted rooms and she could stop her performances.

Seeing Katherine walking past on her way home on Saturday, Andrew called out to her.

"Excuse me, Katherine, but have you got a minute?"

"Oh, hi, Mr. Wilson. How can I help you?"

"I seem to have acquired something that I think is yours. Would you care to come and see it and confirm. It's in my office."

Katherine followed Andrew into the house and was startled when they headed into what she had thought was Trevor's bedroom but was now obviously an office.

"I thought that this was Trevor's room," she said, a touch of chagrin in her voice.

"It was," confirmed Andrew, "but he moved into what was the guest rooms a few weeks back. It gives him more space and better privacy now that he's getting older. Now if you'll excuse me a moment while I set this running."

Katherine turned to see what Andrew was doing, feeling a little silly. All that careful flashing to an empty room. It didn't seem fair.

A film came up on the screen, and Katherine blushed. It was a picture of a nude woman, showing a fairly close up view of her genitals. She opened her mouth to protest when Andrew spoke.

"Keep watching. I think you'll find this interesting," he told her firmly.

Katherine glanced back at the monitor and saw that the camera was panning back, showing more of the woman and the surrounding area, which were starting to look familiar. With a sickening feeling in her stomach Katherine watched as her face came into view while she danced around her room naked. She'd positioned herself so that Trevor could only see occasional flashes. She hadn't even considered what Mr. Wilson would be able to see from his bedroom.

"Interesting isn't it," said Andrew with a smile. "I've put together several of your little shows. You have an amazing figure. Very sexy and enticing. Would you care to explain why you've been giving me these little exhibitions?"

Katherine was stunned. What the hell could she say? "I was teasing Trevor, not you." That'd go over real well, she didn't think.

"What are you going to do now?" she asked, a terrible sinking feeling in her stomach.

"There are so many options, aren't there?" said Andrew. "Possibly give it to your father to let him know what his daughter is doing, or would you rather I just pass it on to Trevor? I suspect that it was him these shows were aimed at. Then again, if I gave it to Trevor, he'd probably put it up on YouTube."

Katherine was white. 

"You can't do that," she whispered. "People would see me. I'd be a laughing stock. Boys would be all over me."

"I suppose an alternative would be for you to come into my bedroom and you can give me a private demonstration of your stripping skills," said Andrew. "In exchange, you'll get the memory stick with the video which you can keep or purge as you desire."

"That's all?" asked Katherine hopefully. "I just have to undress for you, and then you'll give me the video. And there are no other copies."

"Effectively. You get the video, my assurance that I haven't kept a copy and you do a strip and yield your lovely body to me once you're naked."

Andrew waited, watching as that last phrase sank slowly into Katherine's consciousness. Her relieved look at getting of lightly changed to shock as she realised just what he was saying.

"You mean you want me to..." her voice faltered, unable to say what she meant.

"I mean," said Andrew, "that you will take off your clothes while I watch, and then I will take you to my bed and I will have sex with you while you co-operate."

"How do you know I'm not a virgin?" protested Katherine. "You can't ask me do go to bed with you."

"Virginity can be cured," Andrew told her. "And I can ask, but you're entitled to refuse."

"But if I refuse, I don't get the video," pointed out Katherine.

"There is that," admitted Andrew, "but I'm sure you'll get used to seeing it on the net."

He had her over a barrel, Katherine realised. She either went to bed with him or he would use the film. 

She glared at him. 

"You're bluffing," she decided. "You wouldn't put it on the net. You wouldn't do that to me just for sex."

"Clever girl," said Andrew, laughing. "What will I do with it?"

The truth dawned on her. He'd give the damned thing to her father with a righteous demand that she pull her blinds and stop trying to tempt him and Trevor, and her father would go spare. She shuddered at the thought.

Andrew could see her surrender. He didn't force her to say it, just indicated that she should precede him through the door. They moved down to his bedroom, where Andrew lounged back on the bed.

Katherine bit her lip. How the hell was she supposed to just take her clothes off with him lying there watching her? Especially knowing that as soon as she had them off he was going to drag her onto the bed.

She felt like screaming in frustration. Sighing she reached down and pulled her t-shirt loose from her jeans.

Andrew watched, a slight smile on his face, enjoying the sight of Katherine slowly undressing. As far as he was concerned, having her undress up close and personal was far superior to the frustration of watching her strip from a distance.

With her t-shirt off, Katherine paused. What now? Her bra, and have her boobs dangle while she tried to take her jeans off, or do her jeans first, putting off any actual exposure for as long as possible.

If he wants a show he can have a show, she decided, reaching around to take off her bra. She had nice breasts and he could look as hard as she liked while she was struggling to take her jeans off.

Unbutton and unzip was easy, but the jeans were so tight it wouldn't be a case of wiggle her bottom and then slide down. She had to take of her shoes first and then ease the jeans off an inch at a time. And if Andrew became frustrated waiting for them to come off, that was his problem, not hers. Taking her time, and a little extra, Katherine eased them off.

Now her panties. Katherine hesitated again. As soon as they were off he'd grab her, or something. She put her hands to her panties waist, but was reluctant to actually pull them down. Although she'd peeled them off in the film, she hadn't known that anyone could actually see her at the time.

Seeing her hesitation, Andrew decided that this was a sticking point. If the panties didn't come down she could easily change her mind. Sitting up he beckoned Katherine to step closer.

Moving toward Andrew, Katherine guessed what he wanted. Somehow, it felt easier to let him take her panties down than to do it herself. It put him in charge. He was stripping her, not her undressing for him. She watched nervously as Andrew moved her hands aside, taking their place on her panties waist. Unlike her, he had no hesitation, slowly drawing them down, staring at her as he slowly revealed her hidden pussy.

Once the panties had been pulled part way down it was the work of a moment to drop them and have Katherine step out of them. Andrew drew his hand along Katherine's body, gently rubbing her mons. Then he directed her to sit on the bed while he stood.

Andrew quickly stripped off his shirt and singlet, kicked off his shoes and undid his trousers. Dropping his trousers and stepping out of them, Andrew stood in front of Katherine and waited.

Looking at Andrew standing there, nearly naked, Katherine felt heat and excitement rising within her. She knew what was coming and she was already anticipating that initial entry by this man. What she wondered, was he waiting for. Then she realised.

Reaching over, Katherine took Andrew's underpants and started pulling them down, watching as she saw the head of his erection becoming evident as the underpants lowered. She gulped, but kept steadily pulling them down, watching the full shaft come into view.

Despite her earlier hint, Katherine wasn't exactly a virgin. Definitely not very experienced, but not totally without any. She had also had experience seeing a few cocks, as young men always seemed willing to show them off and expected you to touch them in appreciation. She was now finding that there was a definite difference between a young man still maturing and a fully mature male.

Was she supposed to touch him? Suddenly she didn't care if she was supposed to or not. If she was going to get fucked whether she wanted to or not, then she was going to have fun doing so. She took hold of Andrew, feeling the size and weight of him. Her fingers explored, running up and down the shaft and rubbing the head.

Andrew almost yelped with shock when Katherine took hold of him. He was expecting to have to convince a reluctant woman to lie down and accept him, not have her grab his cock and start doing push-ups on it.

He let her play for a moment, only to receive another shock when Katherine murmured "My boyfriend is always trying to persuade me to do this," right before her head lowered and her mouth closed over him.

Katherine was laughing to herself, remembering the shock on Andrew's face. Serves you right, she thought, for taking me for granted. Vaguely she wondered if she was doing it right as her tongue licked over his cock and her teeth rasped lightly across the head. From the muffled groan she heard, she suspected that she was.

Andrew groaned quietly to himself. If he wasn't to be rendered useless he had to take charge of what was going on. Reluctantly he lifted Katherine up and away from him, pressing her back onto the bed. He held her there, one hand between her breasts while the other was placed on her mound, already squeezing and kneading it.

While he continued to stroke her labia and probe gently into her slit his head came down on her breasts, kissing and tasting. A gentle suction on each nipple in turn and they were standing proud, while Katherine was twisting under him, offering her breasts for his attention.

Katherine could feel strange sensation rippling out from around her breasts as Andrew suckled gently on them, teasing her nipples and causing her breasts to swell. She'd had boys grope at her breasts before, all too often if the truth be known, but she'd never felt them reacting like this. I wonder if it's the knowledge that I'm about to get screwed that is making them more sensitive, she mused, twisting about, trying to feel everything at once.

She could feel Andrew's fingers running wild inside her now, and she could feel her hips pushing up, offering herself to him. Soon, she thought, but those incredible touches just continued, teasing her, driving her wild.

"Please!" The cry burst out of her, desperation pushing at her, wanting fulfilment.

Then Andrew had twisted and was lying on top of her, between thighs that had separated without her knowing how. She could feel his fingers parting her lips and could sense his approaching erection.

"No," she gasped, and saw Andrew draw back slightly with surprise. 

"I want to watch," she said.

Andrew nodded and lifted away from her. He encouraged her knees to rise and spread further, and then drew one of her hands down to lie on her mound. She looked at him waiting, and nodded to herself. Pushing her hand a little further down she stretched her lips apart, exposing her inner self to him, watching as he pointed his weapon towards her.

Slowly Andrew pushed himself towards the waiting woman, at first just letting himself rest against her, but then pushing a little, moving past the spread lips and feeling them close over him.

Katherine watched, anticipation coursing through her as Andrew pressed against her. She gulped as she saw the size of what was going to enter her, then gasped as she felt it moving in. She moved her hand away from her lips, watching them close over the head, and knowing that she was now committed.

Still watching and feeling, Katherine gasped as Andrew slowly moved in, taking possession. He wasn't in a hurry, just providing a firm and steady pressure, to which her vagina swelled and stretched and yielded, letting him enter.

Andrew heard Katherine give a sigh of satisfaction as he finally slid fully home. He smiled at her, meeting her tentative answering smile, her attention more than half concentrated at what was happening between her thighs. His hands closed over her breasts, playing with them, while he let Katherine watch him withdrawing. Almost out he paused and waited. Katherine waited, and when Andrew didn't move she looked questioningly at him. He grinned at her, winked, and drove fully back into her, causing her to shriek in surprise.

Katherine screamed with the sudden sensations flooded over her. She'd thought she'd known what to expect, but obviously she'd been mistaken. That first gentle entry and the pleasant sensation engendered had lulled her into a false sense of security. 

This forceful second entry had created a surge of more violent sensations. Katherine didn't know if they were pleasant or not, but they were certainly forceful, demanding that she heed them. Before she had time to sort out her feelings she could feel Andrew moving again, and then another rough drive flooded her emotions again, triggering another scream.

Damn him, she thought. I will not let him use his cock to dictate to me. As she felt him pulling back again she twisted herself, readying for the next thrust. She felt him pause and found herself pushing firmly up to meet his thrust, catching him by surprise, but still finding herself screaming again as he crashed home.

Andrew laughed down at Katherine as she squealed with his down thrusts, laughing even harder as she glared up at him, struggling to adapt to his thrusts.

It wasn't long before they had matched their movements, Katherine laughing triumphantly as she went with him, enjoying these new sensations, quite happy to go with them to see where they led. She was enjoying the journey and anticipating the destination.

Now that they had finally established a rhythm, Andrew took his time, drawing a response from Katherine, watching her respond eagerly. He could see her watching him as he took her higher, gasping and panting with pleasure at the previously unknown sensations rioted through her.

Katherine watched Andrew, happy to see the look on his face as he plunged into her, while at the same time relishing the feelings flooding up from where he was relentlessly pounding her, while at the same time minor versions of these feelings slowly emanated from where he teased her breasts. She had a feeling that something would happen when the two sets of feeling ran into each other.

Andrew watched Katherine's eyes close. She was now totally lost to all but the sensations playing through her body. That was fair enough. He knew how she felt. He took a slight pause, just enough to throw her rhythm off, and then slammed into her, catching her unawares, and Katherine's eyes went wide and she screamed as her climax crashed into her, initiated by the subtle change.




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Katherine could feel Andrew thrusting powerfully into her, feel his seed flooding her and she screamed as she felt herself convulsing around him, desperate to hold him within her as she took her fill of him.

Those few moments seemed to stretch for ever before snapping, leaving her first floating and then sinking back down, to finally awaken and finding Andrew holding her.

They both dressed quietly afterwards. Andrew handed Katherine the memory stick as she was leaving, with a promise and a warning.

"I will give you my word that that is the only copy I made of the film," he told her, "but it is only fair to tell you that I still have the camera and if you give any more little shows you may find yourself having to redeem a new film." 

Katherine tossed her head and said nothing, just smiling smugly. She would check out the film when she got home. It might be fun to keep it. As for any other little shows, if she wanted to she would. She'd just proved that she could take anything Andrew could dish out. It might be fun to see how far she could push him before he demanded a second payment.



Show Off on Boat



All people in this true story were over the age of 18. So, my girlfriend and I booked a fishing trip to Alaska. She actually bought it for me for my birthday. So we flew up and the next day we drove to the boat. On the way, we stopped and she got coffee, since it was very early and she was tired from the trip.

It was actually a nice day weather wise, so she had on jeans, a short top and a light jacket. When we got to the boat, we were surprised how small it was. Basically, it had a small cabin area and then the back was open for the fishing.

There was only room for her and I and two old fishing guys, who clearing had been doing this a long time. And the captain who looked as if he could be one of the TV fishing boat captains and a young first mate, and looked to be in his late teens.

Anyway, we sat off with my girlfriend and I on one side and the other guys on the other. They all were eyeing my girlfriend quite a bit and were not very shy about it either.

After about an hour, we got to the fishing area and starting fishing. It was pretty slow. 

But, about this time, she asked, "Where is the bathroom, as I have to pee." 

Well, there didn't seem to be one, so I went into the cabin where the captain was and asked him, "Where is the bathroom?"

He laughed and indicated, "The whole ocean, just stick it over the edge." 

"But it is for my girlfriend," I said. 

"Oh," he said, and then pulled out this white bucket and said, "This is for the ladies."

I went back and let her know the situation.

Well, she was pretty embarrassed at that and said "I will just hold it." But, another hour went by and at this point said, "Ok, I will need the bucket."

So, I let the Captain know and he got the bucket and walked out to the front of the boat with it. He said, "The little lady has to do her business and so we have to all go back to the cabin area so she can do it." 

We all moved back and no one complained. The captain had requested that we all look away, but nobody did. In fact, everyone was staring right at her.

So, she was facing away from us and it was so erotic to watch her first take off her jacket, and then unbutton her jeans. Finally, she pulled the jeans down around her ankles.

It was so quiet with only the lapping of the waves. But, I and the four other men were looking at her ass in a thong. The strap of the thong was completely in her crack, so her cheeks were right there for everyone to see.

She tried to straddle the bucket, but it was clear she was going to have to take her pants off, and panties too. So, that's what she did, she stepped out of her pants put them on the edge of the boat and then stepped out of her panties.

Now, her ass was on display. The first mate had the closest view and he was looking at her with a big smile. I looked over and the other guys were staring at her, two with their mouth open in shock.

She straddled the bucket and doing so, spread her ass so we saw her asshole too, and then she started to pee, and we could see it and hear it hit the side of the bucket. 

She finished and then asked, "Is there any paper?" 

I looked around in the cabin while she was there over the bucket, but no one else moved an inch to look for paper. I looked back around and the men were all still there, staring at her, and she was still bent over the bucket.

Finally, I found some tissue paper and started out with it. The first mate took it from me without saying a word and walked over and gave her the paper. He made no effort to walk away but just stood there. He was blocking the view and the Captain whistled and motioned him to move. 

We watched as she wiped off her pussy and dropped the tissue in the bucket. All this time, she was facing away from the group of me looking at her.

So, then she reached for her clothes, but the captain said, "You have to dump the bucket."

She picked it up and had to turn around to so we saw her shaved pussy too, as she held the bucket in two hands. She dumped the bucket of pee over and then, here was the best thing.

She turned around and hit a wet spot on the boat, and slipped. She fell right on her ass, but the guys all rushed up and grabbed her and pulled her up and of course, copped a feel of her butt picking her up even. I was pushed to the rear as they all helped her get up.

Someone said, "Hey, you are bleeding." 

She looked around behind her, and sure enough, she has scratched her ass on the deck when she fell. She called me over and I looked at it, and both of her cheeks had scratches, almost like a rub burn, but nothing to serious. I didn't even see any blood.

The Captain grabbed a towel and put it around her waist and said, "Ok, everyone go fish, the show is over." So, the first mate started baiting hooks for the two other guys.

The Captain said to us, "You two come in to the cabin, we have to clean up her wound."

She said, "It's nothing, I'm fine."

But, the Captain said, "This is regulations, any one hurt has to be treated or I could lose my license." 

So, we went in and the first mate came in to help too. The Captain got out the first aid kit and told her, "Lean over my seat there."

He got behind her and moved the towel away. There was her ass bent over again and he was looking closely, as was the mate. I stood back and watched. 

The Captain said, "I have to clean the wound," and he started to clean it with some alcohol on tissue and she sort of screamed. But he said "Just relax." 

I watched as he put his bare hand on one side of her ass while he rubbed the other with the alcohol. As he did that, I could see he was spreading her ass cheeks. He was looking close up at her asshole. As he rubbed with one hand, his face got closer and closer to her ass. He ended up not being more than a few inches from her. He switched hands and did the other side of her ass.

The first mate was just watching and it seemed like they had completely forgotten I was even there.

The Captain said, "I have some antiseptic cream," and got up to get it. 

He returned to his position behind her and then put both hands on her ass and scooted her up more onto the seat. At this point, she was basically on her knees. I was off to the side, but I could tell what he saw now was not only her ass, but her shaved pussy from behind, on display for him. 

I looked at her and her face was pushed into the back of the chair. I think she was glad not to see what is going on.

He just looked for a minute, then, took the cream and squirted some from the tube onto his bare hands. Now, he never put on gloves or even washed his hands. But, I was not surprised at this point.

After he had some cream on his hands, I watched him rub the cream all over her ass cheeks on the areas where she was scratched and then a lot more.

Then, he got some more cream on his fingers and then I clearly saw him start to apply it to the inside of her ass crack. He may have even touched her pussy a bit.

He then got up and asked the First Mate to apply the Band-Aids. I guess that was letting him get a close look too. He fumbled the Band-Aids around dropping them as he was nervous as hell. He got to cop a feel on her ass too as he applied them. 

We watched her get dressed and then she wanted to sit down in the cabin. We all left her. She didn't fish anymore though. 

On the way back in the car, I asked, "Are you ok?"

She said, "Yeah, it hurts to sit down and I was very embarrassed about those guys seeing me naked and watching me pee." "But, on the other hand, it was very exciting, too."



Show on the Road



I have been thinking a lot about what may happen if we were to take one of those “romantic weekends” that you were talking about.  We both agreed that we haven’t been on one in quite awhile.

     While I am waiting for you to pick me up, all kinds of things are running through my mind. I am looking forward to getting away with you and spending some time together as it will be the first time.   While I was packing my suitcase, I made sure to put in a long, silky nightgown, that compliments my figure well, and at the last minute, I throw in some candles wanting this romantic weekend to be filled with lots of exploring and getting to know each other’s bodies intimately.  I am now anxiously awaiting your arrival.

      You pick me up about 20 minutes after I’ve finished packing.   The kisses we share are filled of unspoken promises of a very hot weekend.  I almost melt on the spot!  I ask you where we’re going and you tell me it’s a surprise.  I shrug my shoulders and get in the truck.  I am all yours for the weekend and don’t really care where we’re going. 

     As we drive, we talk about work, and the things we have been doing lately while we haven’t seen each other.  I move closer to you in the truck and put my hand on your leg, just above your knee.   While absentmindedly rubbing your thigh, my hand gradually moves closer to your groin.

I trace the all around the outline of your cock with my fingernail.  You moan as I run my fingers up and down your cock, squeezing it through your pants.  

     I ask you if you’ve ever been given a blowjob while driving. You don’t say a word; just turn your head to look at me.  I get a gleam of mischief in my eyes and start to undo your pants.  As I slowly unzip them, I lick my lips in anticipation of tasting you.  As the head of your cock appears, I lean down and start to lick it with my tongue.  You groan which makes me really want to please you.  I ask you to move your hips so I can pull your pants down a little so I can have easier access to your jewels.  You move with some difficulty but your cock is starting to stand straight up and get nice and hard for me.

   I reach down and grab your cock.  I start to stroke you with my hand at first.  I want this to be an experience that you won’t forget for awhile.  I lick all around the rim of your cock.  Then I stick my tongue in your pee hole.  I gently pull it open and stick my tongue in.  This causes you to moan and shift in your seat a bit.  Then I blow into the open hole.  

   I suck on just your cock head for awhile, sucking it and running my tongue over it at the same time.  As I am fucking my mouth with your cock head, I start to take a little more of your cock in my mouth at the same time.   My tongue is dancing down the length of your cock as I take you all in my mouth.  When I have you buried deep in my throat I start to hum.  This makes my mouth vibrate all around your cock.  I am getting so hot sucking on your cock.  My pussy is so wet!

   I take my mouth off of your cock long enough to take my clothes off.  When I am naked, I bring my mouth back to your tool and swallow you all the way down to your balls.  I roll your balls around in my hand while sucking you hard.  My other hand is playing with my clit, rubbing it in little circles.  

I am fucking my mouth with your cock faster and harder.  I am so hot; we can smell my wetness in the cab of the truck.  I am fucking my pussy with two fingers now while sucking you.   All of a sudden we hear the sound of a truck horn.  We both look up to see a trucker giving us the thumbs up sign.  

   This really gets me excited and I return to your cock with renewed force.  I am sucking and licking you while fucking my pussy with three fingers now.  You are trying to drive and reach over and twist my nipple hard with your fingers.  That sends me over the edge and I cum hard all over my fingers, drenching them with my cum.  Your cock starts to spurt and squirts lots of cum deep in the back of my throat.  I swallow it all!

   After I am sure you emptied your balls of all your love juice I sit up and lick my lips.

   You say, this is going to be one hell of a weekend and it’s off to a great start already!



Show or Tell



With profuse and grateful thanks to ALEX756, KILLERMUFFIN, PERDITA, JFINN, WILDSWEETONE, WICKED-N-EROTIC, OCTAVIAN, THE EARL, QUASIMODEM, OPENTHIGHS_SARAH, CHAMPAGNE1982 and QUITE COOL.

If you've ever asked for advice or a critique from a writer, on Lit. or anywhere else, then you will have more than likely been offered the phrase "Show don't tell". But Just what do they mean by this? Ask Alex756 and she'll quibble about there being no difference between when a writer tells the reader something and when showing something. It's all telling.

Ok so what do we mean when we say "Show don't tell". What I mean by it is, a list of bare facts is dull. If I'm reading a story on Lit. and I come to a paragraph of measurements, Height, weight, bra size and dick length/girth then I'll skip over it and maybe skip the rest of the story too.

On the other hand if I'm given an illustration of these attributes then I'm being treated like a 'reader' rather than a 'looker'. So maybe the phrase should be "Illustrate don't tell".

Let's take the sentence: 

"She was five feet six inches with blonde hair and he was six feet two with broad shoulders and big hands."

That's what I would call telling, I'd also call it very dull. To illustrate these bare facts a single sentence might go:

"Standing silently, her dyed hair swaying and tickling the backs of his pianist fingers, his arm draped carelessly across her shoulders, she snuggled into his side and glancing upwards noted the fact that she could see right up his nose." 

Here I've managed to convey facts in the first sentence by suggesting them in the second. You can also see that some sort of intimacy is apparent between the two and that the girl is rather frivolous.

KILLERMUFFIN offers the following re-working of the facts and easily manages to create a scene of distinct interest, introducing a further character and some considerable pain whilst retaining each pertinent fact.

"Sarah screeched when he pushed her legs apart and knelt between them. Sweat had turned her blonde hair into strings of dishwater that clung to her face. Men that big had no freaking business shoving a girl's legs apart. Even though the stirrups kept her spread open, his shoulders still touched her thighs. She was comfortably medium-sized, but he made her feel like a dwarf.

He smiled at her and then stuck his lubed fingers into her pussy. She gritted her teeth while he prodded around with an expression usually reserved for groping blindly under the sofa for lost keys.

"You know what they say about a man's hands," Donna said, then leered at him.

She was too startled to scream when the contraction crunched his knuckles."

When you read stories on Lit. you will find many written in the style of:

"He was five feet eleven and had muscles like a film star with dark brown eyes and darker brown longish hair. Then he saw her and she was like an angel with a body to match. Her hair was golden and she was exactly the same height as he was. He could tell that she was hot for him because her nipples were poking out beneath her green top."

Again we are given a dull list of facts. How can we change this to make it, not more literary but, more interesting? One thing that can be done is avoiding lists. If you feel the need to "tell" some things that are factual then spread them throughout the work. Dribble them sparingly and let the reader's imagination soak them up piece-meal. Find another phrase for a bare fact. Another way to attack this problem is change your viewpoint and start again as PERDITA does:

"I had to tell myself I wasn't in Hollywood, but the young Day-Lewis look-alike meeting me eye-to-eye at the bar during the first intermission of Lohengrin was a real 'looker', as Mom used to say. I caught his liquid doe-eyes skimming over my breasts and hoped he had an inkling as to why my nipples were stiff and jutting out from behind my lime cashmere halter. I could feel my full breasts swell warmly as our eyes met for an instant and hoped he caught that too.

He had shoulder-length dark brownish hair, so I hoped he didn't hold too fast with the stereotypes about blondes. I'm a natural via mostly Swedish genes. I may be a ballet dancer but I think on my feet and am almost finished with Wittgenstein's On Certainty."

The factual statement about the brown shoulder-length hair is used as a contrast to the reference about the anecdotal dimness of blondes.

Going back to the original viewpoint ALEX756 gives us:

"He grabbed a shirt out of his bike's saddle bag and pulled it on, trying not to smile as some cute thing at the pay phone paused in her inane conversation to look at his muscles. His brown eyes and brown hair reflected for a moment in the door as he opened it. He didn't see the blonde angel until he was staring straight into her blue eyes. Then he noticed the cherry slurpee running down her green top -- a small bit of slush caught on a nipple."

The original "muscles like a film star" become attractiveness to "some cute thing"

JFINN next concentrating on illustrating the facts:

"He liked that he could look directly in her eyes. It had happened before, he wasn't tall; barely over average height, but it always gave him a thrill when a woman stood his equal. It was all they had in common, but he liked that too. In fact, he liked everything about her. She was day to his night, sunlight hair and eyes like a summer sky. Even the soft lines of her body were the perfect counterpoint to his hardened muscles. 

She liked what she saw too. It was in the way she stood, her arousal showing through a shirt the color of freshly cut grass. Her eyes asked permission as her hand lifted, ready to stroke the shadowy curls at his neck. He whispered, "Yes."

 The "dark brown, longish hair" is suggested rather than drawn by "shadowy curls at his neck"

Take the scene into a clothes shop and you have a much-used mirror. WILDSWEETONE takes the mirror and instead of using it so the characters can describe themselves, employs it to introduce the pair to each other.

'The T-shirt with its folded short sleeves and trapped cigarette packet fit his body like a glove. Instantly she was aroused, her body humming sensuously, her nipples beneath the green top aroused in exquisite pain. They stared at the shared mirror, a contrast of colours.

Gold hair topped an angelic body that swayed under the green suit as she tried it on. Turning in the mirror, he tugged his new jeans, then wiggled his backside further into them. She gasped at his thin plaited tail of hair as it swung against shoulders strengthened by years of manual labour, her long fingers itching to hold and tug it.

With eyes meeting, both instinctively ducked as the fault in the cheap shop mirror blinded their visibility. Grinning, they turned toward each other and she watched his own arousal as his brown eyes darkened.'

WICKED-N-EROTIC Takes every single detail and gives it a twist, finds a simile, a synonym, a description, an illustration or a new concept:

"His well chiselled body was no doubt the product of many hours spent at the gym. His hair the color of rich chocolate lay in waves around his broad shoulders, and those eyes, eyes like puddles of muddy water that held her in a trance as he approached. She stood across the room wearing an olive tone top that accentuated her voluptuous curves nicely. The sheerness of the top did little to hide her arousal as they stood eye to eye.

Her sun-kissed curls had been what caught his attention as she tossed her head back, laughing heartily with a friend. It was at that moment that he knew he had died and gone to heaven. Now standing in front of her he was wondering where she was hiding her wings."

All the examples so far (with the exception of PERDITA) kept with the third person, almost everyone used the "eyes level" to indicate same height and only half kept the non-factual angel reference. However each and every re-write was personal to that writer. Telling is a very impersonal thing. Showing (or illustrating) lets you know something about the author.

Now follows a contrived method of sticking to facts OCTAVIAN:

"He was leaning on the wall at the health centre when she walked in. She couldn't help but notice the top of his head was level with the 5ft 11inches mark.

Her eyes never left his face as she walked towards him. She didn't see the black pad on the floor and she was oblivious to the flashing red light showing that she weighed 128lbs."

He didn't have the strength to finish.

THE EARL takes the facts and hiding them skilfully still conveys each one in an everyday setting and a fashion to which many men can relate closely:

"Paul completed his length of the pool and swept his dark hair away from his eyes. He lounged back against the side, his arms resting on the edge. He loved coming here; it gave him a perfect opportunity to show off his toned body. He scanned his eyes over the pool, searching for anybody who might deserve his attention.

"Mmm," he murmured to himself as he caught the eye of a particularly fine specimen. She was staring back at him, obviously entranced by his superlative looks. Paul's eyes dropped to her impressive cleavage, encased in a minimalist green bikini and smiled as he noticed her peanut smuggling credentials. She wanted him.

Paul watched as she languidly swam towards him, her flaxen hair washing around her head, his eyes watching her breasts move. She reached the side and lowered her feet to the bottom of the pool so she was standing eye to eye with him. Paul allowed himself a final glance at her erect nipples and waited for her to open the conversation.

"Will you stop staring at my tits?" She spoke loudly, deliberately attracting everyone's attention. "Jesus, it's bad enough having to do my morning swim in this ice-cold swimming pool without having some sleazy short-arse ogle me constantly."

ALEX756 makes the valid point: "Nothing wrong with telling. Its all story telling."

QUASIMODEM points out: "Some things can't be shown."

"How do you show that a girl has red hair? 

You COULD employ the following dialogue: 

"Hey, Red!"

"It's auburn, damn it! Auburn."

Both times you have (different characters) "tell" her hair colour, but through the dialogue, you have "shown" the reader that she is sensitive about her hair being red.

Actually, the only way to "show" hair colour would be with an illustration."

WILDSWEETONE reminds us that we are using words:

"so what's wrong with using an illustration?

- a head of fire

- a crown of blood"

An example now of dialogue showing instead of telling by OPENTHIGHS_SARAH:

"Hey, check out movie-star guy over at the bar. He's got his eye on you."

"The little one?"

She sighed. "Your standards are questionable. He ain't that little, Sarah. Nice muscles, too."

"He's probably my height. And he needs a haircut." I yawned and looked away.

"You're like, what, five-eleven? You're a freak of nature."

"I'm statuesque. I can't be looking down at a guy unless he's, you know, licking my--"

"Yeah, I know. You've told me. Anyway, your little friends say otherwise. You could cut diamonds with those things."

"This is a medical condition, Daria. I've explained it to you before." I finished my drink and quietly told my nipples to shut up.

"Besides," Daria pointed out, "you didn't even mention your blond hair. So you ruined everything, Sarah. Gauche will think it's pathetic. And you're way over the maximum word count. Just because it was almost all dialogue doesn't mean you get to ignore all the rules."

"Fuck off, Daria. You're not even real. You're not even a goddamn story character. This is just an exercise, for God's sake."

She sobbed quietly.

"Oh, god, I'm sorry. I said I'm sorry." I took her in my arms and gave her a hug.

She smiled up at me. "Wanna make out?" she asked.

I shrugged. "Sure."

This could be called "showing whilst telling". We are eavesdropping on a conversation which contains the relevant details of the original list but also conveyed to us is a scene involving peoples thoughts about the elements of the list. Surrealism invades as the two reveal that they realise they are written characters and can even comment on their own creation. 

Now KILLERMUFFIN introduces us to an otherwise invisible 'character' (who is in essence the author): The Narrator.

"When the narrator "tells" something, e.g., "she was angry," we call this "telling" because the narrator--not the character (even in the I POV)--is "telling" the reader what she was. She was angry. "Showing" is different. The narrator is still speaking (that never changes), but the narrator isn't telling the reader what she was, the narrator is illustrating what she was and reader must draw the conclusion on his or her own. 

He didn't think it was all that bad, but she turned a curious shade of red before going all Linda Blair from the Exorcist on him. He ducked just in time to miss the VW Bug-sized rock she threw at his head. 

The narrator is describing the character, what she did, how she looked, perhaps what she sounded like, but the narrator doesn't tell you what she is. They both accomplish the same thing; they both explain to the reader that she was angry. The difference is that telling the reader is passive and showing the reader is interactive.

Why the big deal? Why is showing better than telling if they accomplish the same thing? Passivity v. interactivity. The reader isn't just along for the ride, the reader also wants to feel a part of the story. When you tell the story, the reader cannot think for himself because there's nothing to infer, nothing to think about. The writer is supplying all of the information. When you show the story, the reader has to use his imagination. He has to think about what's happening and interact with the story. If you "tell" the story, you'll bore your reader because there is no imagination or thinking involved in telling.

CHAMPAGNE1982 in a note to ALEX756 writes:

You're right Alex! They [showing and telling] do seem to relate closely to each other -- different sides of the same coin -- In the spirit of it though, do pretend you'd like to play the same game as every one else and show us those shimmering pale tresses as they blew against the dark wool of his gabardine. 

When she turns to smile we would like you to draw us a word picture that explains how his warm, earthtoned eyes reflected her cool sky coloured ones as she met him, toe to toe, nose to nose and eye to eye. 

Illustrate, for your avid public, with your skilled use of the language, how his swarthy, Gallic good looks contrasted with her statuesque, Swedish ones. It's certain your readers would like to see the movement of his strength, rippling under his skin, as he swung her into his arms and how she'd shiver deliciously in response, goosebumps raising all over her body and tightening her skin, even under the chenille of her grass coloured sweater. 

Or, you could tell us -- "He was five feet eleven and had muscles like a film star with dark brown eyes and darker brown longish hair. Then he saw her and she was like an angel with a body to match. Her hair was golden and she was exactly the same height as he was. He could tell that she was hot for him because her nipples were poking out beneath her green top."

Now we come to a moot point. What can we show? What can we tell? Is saying "almost touching the door frame" instead of "He was 6 foot 3. " showing rather than telling? Ask Alex756 and she will beg to differ with KILLERMUFFIN. If you ask QUITE_COOL you may get this answer:

"The difference between showing and telling in most cases deals with situations where the words can't create an image. "She was angry." Angry is a feeling, not something that can be seen. Here it becomes necessary to show anger. Add detail to the situation, something the reader can see."

For a technical aspect and reasons both for and against QUASIMODEM:

"OPENTHIGHS_SARAH's humorous example told us all the facts that were to be part of the STORY.

Her character Daria demonstrated (showed) that she was self-involved and shallow, in the SUBTEXT.

Tell = factual information = STORY

Show = reader's impression = SUBTEXT.

One of the reasons that showing is so difficult, is you can never be certain that your impressions are demonstrated clearly enough, nor that your reader is reading closely enough, or even intelligently enough to pick up the details from the subtext. 

The more your story depends upon that sort of communication - whether bad writing, or bad reading - the more likely your story is going to be misunderstood, or deemed 'pointless.'

When you DO pull it off, and it meets a thoughtful reader, the story is much improved from stories that do not attempt this effect.

On the point of what you can show and what you can tell OPENTHIGHS_SARAH's view:

"Describing physical or other objective attributes in a clever way might be preferable simply because it makes a story more interesting. That's a matter of style and taste, not showing vs. telling."

Then goes on to echo QUITECOOL and KILLERMUFFIN: 

"Describing subjective attributes is more complicated. "Showing" that a character is funny, clever, intelligent, boring, vain, silly or sexy is very different from telling the reader such a thing. These attributes aren't apparent in real life -- they have to be discovered, through dialogue or actions. Same with a character in a story. The narrator provides the reader's eyes, not her brain or her judgement."

So let us not take just visuals then let's have a look at how to "show" intend of "tell" emotions and/or states of mind for some, a purer application of showing not telling. Therefore we'll take an emotionally loaded text and try to show instead of tell:

"He admitted he'd fucked her friend "for a laugh" and that got her really mad. She thought he wanted to date her, not her best friend. Now she was worried about her friend because she thought she was in love with him, but now he says he doesn't care. She began to cry and he shrugged and walked away."

Containing all the emotions and the situation QUASIMODEM places the scene in school:

"Hey, don't tear my head off," Carson objected. "Jake bet me ten bucks. I can't refuse a bet!"

"So, you slept with Jan for a bet," Nancy stated, in a choked voice.

Jan's cheerful countenance, searching for a perfect dress for the Senior Prom, passed through Nancy's memory before she turned, sobbing, to run away."

The anger, the confusion, the worry, the tenderness, the indifference and the sorrow all contained in three sentences without using the actual words once, whilst at the same time giving a setting, characters and events.

With no more gainsaying about what is showing, what is telling ALEX756 uses a similar scene to illustrate the emotions involved, with:

"Shhhh, it's gonna be OK." 

Sarah looked up at me, "Y-you'll talk to him?"

I nodded and gently kissed her forehead. "I'll be back, just stay here. OK?"

When she nodded, I got up from the couch and walked out the dorm room door. As I closed the door I heard her sluff back down to lying on the couch, soft sobs racking her body.

I walked down to the TV room at the end of the hall, idiot boy and his friends would be there wasting their day. Sure enough, one of those stupid 'Girls Gone Wild' tapes was playing.




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"Hey sexy!" His moronic shout caused his friends to look over.

I stormed over to him, "What the fuck did you do to Sarah you asshole!"

He walked over to me, "Ahh, sexy, it was just some fun. A guy's gotta get some laughs yah know. She ain't half as good as you."

I walked out as he shrugged, the fuckhead didn't deserve to see me cry."

A slightly more 'mature' setting gives us an example with a little more 'history' between the girls and a slightly harder focus on the friendship. From PERDITA:

She hates both of us now. After forty years of friendship this experience was new; I never expected to meet Casanova at my age.

Lily knew I wanted him yet she couldn't resist his sexual manipulation and promise. He studied us, I learned too late. Not going out of our circle to learn more about a man was unlike me. I'm angrier at myself than at him.

He caught her through me, dispassionately using my love to seduce my best friend. More cruelly, he used her and tossed her aside like ordinary waste, laughing about it to my face. I could only weep as he shrugged inhumanly and walked away as if from a hit-and-run; only I wasn't dead and managed to walk away myself.

But for Lily, my friend with a heart as fragile as moth wings, I must forego my now petty injury to bring her back to herself and to me, to love and life and the possibilities that remain for the mature ladies of our world.

Why should we "show" not "tell"? Why "illustrate" a bald statement? WILDSWEETONE sums it up:

"When I read something that sounds flat or excludes me as a reader, I know it has more 'tell' than 'show'."

So there we are. The how and the why, but take heed, don't go overboard with the 'flowery language' but don't give lists. Don't concentrate exclusively on synonyms but do avoid repetition. Above all try to find where, when and how much to "Show Don't Tell".