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Dangerous Game

By: Adman



Amy paused as she entered the doorway of the smoky bar. Her legs felt a bit shaky from her nerves. She was dressed much more provocatively than she ever would normally, but then again tonight was supposed to be a little bit naughty. 

She and her husband Jim had talked and fantasized about this little game they had planned for years before actually going ahead with it tonight. Amy was supposed to arrive about a half hour early and get a good buzz going. Jim would arrive later and they would pretend they were strangers meeting for the first time. To make things more exciting they both agreed that Amy would talk and flirt with other men before Jim came and introduced himself. They had also agreed that no matter what they would not break character. 

What they did not know is that Jim would be rear ended on the way to the bar and he would be more than 2 hours late. 

Amy quickly ordered a strong drink to settle her nerves. As she sat down she noticed that a majority of the men in the bar were very large black men. Amy was getting more that a few looks from the men they passed by her and made her feel very sexy. They all seemed to know each other and when she asked the bartender, he told her that they were all ex football players from the local University and they were here for a reunion. One of the taller thinner men approached Amy and asked her what she was having. 

Her first inclination was to get rid of him as quickly as possible but then she thought she came here to play a game and she might as well have fun with it. She tilted her head coyly at him and told him that it was a long island Iced tea. He pulled up a stool beside her and ordered two more from the bartender. 

"So are you meeting someone here tonight?" he asked. Amy decided to stay with the game and told him they she hadn’t planned to. He introduced himself as Steve and told Amy that he used to be the quarterback of the squad in ’94. They finished their drinks and Steve asked Amy if she would like to dance. She was feeling a bit buzzed and agreed smiling like a young co-ed out for her first night. 

Steve was a great dancer and had her moving and sweating on the floor before she knew it. Amy noticed Steve make a motion to one of his friends behind her back but thought it was just standard male bragging. She kept thinking how jealous Jim would be when he walked in and saw her dancing with this handsome built black man. Steve began grinding against her and Amy felt his hard cock rub against her back as his hands wandered over her hips and ribs. She felt certain that it couldn’t be nearly as big as it felt through his pants. How could it fit in a woman if it was that large. 

Amy knew how shear her dress was and that her nipples were extremely visible in their erect state. She started to become quite aroused and thought how great the sex would be tonight after she and Jim got home. Maybe she would even do something in the car. Amy lost herself in the dancing as several of Steve’s friends all came up to dance around her. Amy felt exhilarated, but she also noticed how intense some of their looks were. She moved from the dance floor before things got out of hand and Steve followed. Another friend handed Steve two drinks and winked nodding his head towards the right one but Amy missed the cue. 

They sat down at a table and Amy took a deep swig of her drink to quench the thirst she had worked up. The drink tasted different but not enough to bring attention to it. She quickly finished it up and motioned for another. This one came directly from the bar and tasted fine. She and Steve talked more when Amy realized that over an hour and a half had gone by and Jim still was nowhere in site. Sometimes his lateness really irked her. Steve looked at her intently and asked her how she felt. 

Amy decided to continue the flirting and said "I feel fine, How do I look."

"You are about the hottest thing that I have seen in a long time. You really had me worked up out there."

"I could tell." Amy said boldly. "I bet you could babe, so what did you think?" Amy suddenly felt off balance and didn’t know what to say. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest and more and more she felt herself getting very wet. "I..I’ve never felt one that big." She stammered quickly. She didn’t even know what she was saying at this point. Her head was swimming but it felt great to let go. 

"You want to know if it is really that big, Huh?" Steve said glancing down at his crotch. He grabbed Amy’s hand from the table and pulled it to his hard cock. Amy swallowed deeply but did not fight him. She seemed to be unable to stop herself but everything in her started telling her to stop this before it went too far. 

She could feel his pulse through his throbbing member and she quickly said "No. I can’t do this. I have to leave." 

Steve grabbed her wrist firmly and said "Come on now why don’t you come back with me real quick and get some air" Amy just bobbed her head because she really did feel like she needed some air. The drug that Steve’s friend had slipped in her drink really began to take effect now. As they walked towards the back of the bar, Steve had to put his arm around her to keep her walking straight. It was only then that Amy noticed how many of the men were watching them. Steve opened a door to a back office and sat Amy down on a desk. Amy was feeling more and more blood rush to her already swollen labia.

She had never felt this level of need for sexual release but back in her mind she kept saying that she was a happily married woman. Steve reached down to kiss her and Amy pushed him away and said "NO." Steve looked at her and laughed. "I know you are already feeling it. It is only going to get worse before it gets better and there is only one thing that is going to make it better." 

Steve pulled down his zipper and out sprang the largest blackest dick she had ever seen. She had always thought that she would like to try a larger one than her husbands skinny 5 incher but this one seemed impossible. Staring at it only made Amy’s feelings stronger and in her haze she reached out for it. 

Her fingers didn’t even meet as they wrapped around the thick shaft and she began stroking it slowly. Amy heard a roar from the bar and didn’t know what was going on. Steve pointed to a camera on the wall that was fed to the large TV over the bar. "You are going to perform tonight honey, and there is nothing you can say or do about it"

"You need this cock don’t you?"

"yes" She replied meekly. Well the only way you can get it is in front of that camera. She shook her head from side to side but her hand kept moving steadily on his cock. Steve grabbed the front of Amy’s blouse and pulled it open roughly, nearly ripping it in two. He then reached deftly between her breasts and released the clasp of her red silk bra. Her breasts sprang free and Amy gasped at once with surprise and pleasure. Steve began to tweak her swollen nipples and Amy’s eyes closed savoring the feeling. At this point the feeling between her legs was too much. 

She didn’t care about the camera or the crowd or her damn late husband. She needed this cock inside her. She reached down and pushed her skirt and panties down in one motion. Another roar went up from the bar. Steve stood Amy up and faced her towards the camera. He bent her over suddenly and placed his throbbing cock at the entrance of her pussy. Jim finally made it into the bar about 9:45 and saw that everyone in the place was watching the large TV intently. 

At first he thought it was a Basketball game but when he looked again he saw that it was some sort of porn flick. A large black man had a pretty young blonde woman bent over and was getting ready to nail her with his enormous dick. Jim heard the woman beg the man to fuck her and the voice sounded somewhat familiar. He looked again and could not see the woman’s face because her hair had fallen over it. 

The black man told the woman to look at the camera, and when she did Jim realized that it was his wife. As Steve drove his cock into Amy’s tight pussy for the first time she made noise that Jim had never heard from his wife’s mouth in all the years they were married. It sounded guttural. Like a grunt and a squeal all in one. She furrowed her brow and her mouth fell open in way that told Jim that she was in as much ecstasy as she had ever experienced in her life. 

Unable to figure out where this was coming from Jim looked to the back of the bar where a line was forming. He ran towards the door and got a quick glimpse of his wife’s breasts shaking with each thrust into her dripping snatch. Her moaning became more insistent and as Jim tried to make his way into the room he was grabbed by another large black man who said, "Hey cracker, wait your goddamn turn. People was here before you." 

It suddenly struck Jim that every one of these men planned to fuck his wife before the night was over, and from the performance Amy was putting on it was going to happen.

Jim could only stare helplessly at the screen as an endless stream of large athletic men entered the room and violated his wife in every available orifice. Her hair was matted with semen and she looked slick all over from the combination of sweat and cum that coated her body. 

Her body went limp at some point but the men just held her up as the next man took his turn with her. She never failed to pick her head up enough for the camera to catch a glimpse of her face as she climaxed over and over again.

Dangerous Game



This is my first story ever and since English is not my mother tongue I start off by asking your pardon and understanding for eventual mistakes. I have read many stories in Literotica and found many of them good but also some that were less interesting and even boring. I have found that I appreciate the true or "could be true" stories much more than those who are obviously fiction or "lies". I am not trying to say what is right or wrong, but simply stating what I like. I guess I don't need to say that this story is true.

I met Mary-Anne some years ago via a friend of mine. We both had earlier relations but were free at the time we met. We both live in one of the bigger cities in Sweden. We fell in love and gradually developed a deep relation based on trust and respect for each other. I am not saying that we have never had problems. Of course there were times when we argued and quarrelled and even went different ways. But we always got back together.

Mary-Anne is a natural blond as many other Swedish girls. She has a sweet face on top of a gorgeous sexy body. Her breasts are firm and big enough, and her legs are slender, beautiful and extremely sexy. She was at this time 28 years of age and she turned heads wherever she went. I am an engineer and she works with healthcare.

Once in bed while making love Mary-Anne asked me about an earlier relation I had had and wanted to know if that girl was true to me. I hesitated but I did not want to lie so I told her - No, but I did not demand that from her either. - What do you mean, she said, did you accept that she had sex with other guys? – Yes, I did, I said, and it actually turned me on. 

She asked more about this and I answered her as truly as I could. After some thinking she said – then it is not fair if I cannot do the same. I was surprised and I did not know what to say at first. After some thinking I asked her if she was serious and if she really wanted to have sex with other men while we were together. – Well, yes I think it could be exciting if I meet someone that makes me feel hot. I agreed on certain conditions because I did not want us to seriously put our relation at risk. But at the same time I realised that it can never be totally safe. At this time we were not even engaged.

About a month passed and nothing happened concerning other men. We had a wonderful sex life and we were very much in love. Now and then we touched the subject of sex with other men and during these discussions I learnt that she could never accept the idea of me having sex with another girl. Consequently I never pushed that question. We then bought tickets for trip to the island of Rhodes in the Greek archipelago. A couple of days later we were on our way to Rhodes.

During the flight Mary-Anne told me about the last time she had been to this island together with her sister. This was before the two of us met. Mary-Anne had just broken up a long lasting relation with another Swedish guy and was still upset and felt let down. She and her sister had agreed to let loose and really have a good time, also regarding men and sex. They were of course successful as two beautiful girls should be and had a couple of adventures with some Greek guys. 

On their last night on the island Mary-Anne had a date with a guy and ended up in his house and in his bed. She told me that this was the best sex she had had in a long time. When they had finished their lovemaking and she had got her clothes on she went to the bed to give him a good-by kiss. The kiss got a bit too intensive and he pulled her down in the bed and soon he had her naked and spread her legs and pushed his cock into her sore pussy again. This delayed her more than planned, but she just could not resist. When they had both come again she had to quickly get dressed and rush to the hotel and just grab her bag and rush to the airport or she would have missed the plane. She also told me that her sister asked her about the night and she just said – it was OK. She was a bit ashamed and she did not want to give any details to her sister. She however told me that during that flight home she could feel the come from last night running out of her pussy and she was a bit sore from all the lovemaking. When I heard her say that I immediately got a hard on and I wanted to get to our hotel as soon as possible so I could fuck her. 

The weather was sunny and warm when we landed. When we got to the hotel I pulled her to the bed and soon I was between her spread legs fucking her intensively and it was as great as I had hoped. She was still wet and hot from remembering and telling me about her last visit to this island. I asked her again about that night while I made love to her and she whispered what she remembered into my ear. It was a heavy turn on for both of us and I climaxed too soon. - I owe you one, I said and she gave me a smile that could melt ice.

Later we went out to see the town and to get something to eat. After we had eaten we went along the beach hand in hand in the sunshine and just relaxed and enjoyed our first holyday together. Mary-Anne told me that she was getting turned on. - Why? I asked. - Because it tickles so nicely when the wind blows up my skirt, she said. - But do you always get hot when you feel the wind on your thighs, I asked. - No, only when I have no panties on and the wind moves my pussy hair, was her simple reply. - Imagine if the wind al of a sudden would lift my skirt and show my ass and pussy to all the men around us. This was her way to tell me she had no panties on and I thought this was a hot start of our holyday and I wondered what could develop from here. 

We discussed what to do in the evening and Mary-Anne suggested a nightclub where she had been with her sister. This was what I wanted and I realised that this could be the start of something thrilling but dangerous. I was too turned on thou to try to stop it and I happily agreed. We went back to the hotel and talked about what could happen in the nightclub if someone made a pass at her and how we felt about the whole thing. I would be lying if I told you I never had second thoughts and fears about this. But it was also very thrilling and it gave me an almost permanent hard on.

Later that night we sat at a nice table in the nightclub called "Minuit". The music was loud but good and the lights were low. We had started with a few drinks and I could see and hear that Mary-Anne was a little tipsy. Not drunk but enough to throw the caution and guilt aside and just allow herself to be happy and enjoy the moment. I asked her to dance and we went onto the crowded dance floor. I am not a bad dancer and she followed me easily. I felt her warm smooth body through her light clothes and I knew that I loved her very much. 

After a couple of dances we sat down again and I went to the bar for some drinks. I could have ordered at the table but I also realised that my presence at the table scared other men away. When I got our drinks and turned around I saw that Mary-Anne had been asked to dance and was just walking away from our table together with a dark haired man. I went back to the table with our drinks and put them down. Then I went away from the table in order not to disturb or interfere. Inside I was very upset and I had to force myself not to stop this guy from dancing with my darling. 

They danced a couple of dances and then she returned to our table and I went back and sat down with her. She told me it was nice to dance with the guy and asked me if it was OK with me. - Yes absolutely, I forced myself to say. – If you want to dance with other guys I don't mind I said. - How about if I sneak outside with one of them she said with a nasty smile. - That's also OK and I will not give you a hard time about that as long as you stick to the rules we agreed on and tell me all about it. Do you want me to leave you alone at the table for some time? – Why not, she said, that will open up if there are any interested men here. I never doubted that there were lots of men who would like to get very close to this lovely woman. She was probably the best looking girl in the nightclub this evening.

She did not sit for many seconds before she was asked to dance again. I went outside to get some fresh air. Outside the air was fresh but warm and when I stood close to the building with no lights disturbing my view I could see the stars in the skies above. I thought about what was going on and wondered if maybe I was mad. After a couple of minutes I went in again and asked a dark haired girl to dance. Mary-Anne was on the dance floor with some guy and she smiled in our direction. 

A couple of dances later we met at our table and sipped our drinks. - Are you enjoying this? I asked. - Yes very much so and how about you? - I'm all right but tell me now what are you up to? – I have found a guy that seems interesting and I know that he is interested in me. I could feel my heart almost stop but I also felt my member react again. – Who is he? I asked. It's the drummer in the band she said with a smile and I tried to look at him without staring. I saw a handsome young man with black hair and a big smile playing his drums. – I saw him looking and flirting while I danced with another guy and then he came up to me and talked when they had their break. He offered me a drink and asked me to wait for him outside the club when they close. 

So this is it, I thought. I have to make up my mind now if I want to stop this. I forced myself to stay calm and I said – they will be closing in half an hour maybe I should go to our hotel and wait for you there. Mary-Anne was silent for a moment. Then she said – I love you and I will not do this unless you want me to and are sure that you can handle it. This was probably the best thing she could have said and all of a sudden I felt much better. I was also extremely turned on and wanted her with me in bed as soon as possible. We finished off my checking that she had her key to our hotel room and money if she needed to take a cab. I then quickly kissed her on the cheek and left.

I went straight back to the hotel and I went with a very strange feeling inside. What the hell was I doing??? I must be mad. How could I do this to myself and to her??? Maybe I had done something that I would regret for the rest of my life. My head was full of thoughts and doubts, but I was strangely enough turned on to a degree that was almost painful.

I reached the hotel and went straight to our room. The hotel was very silent and everything was closed anyway at this late hour. What could I do? I tried to watch TV but there was nothing of interest. I tried to read, but I could not concentrate. I finally undressed and went to bed. I was hoping I could fall asleep because then the time would pass quickly until my darling would return. I turned in the bed and tried to relax. It was not easy with all these thoughts rushing through my head but after a long time I must have fallen asleep. 

I woke up when I heard there was someone at the door. For some reason I did not want to show how anxious and eager I was so I pretended to be asleep when Mary-Anne came into our room and stopped by the bed. She put her hand on my arm and I looked up and gave her a smile. – Hi darling, so you are back. Are you OK? – Yes I'm fine but I have been a very bad girl. My hard on was back again and I wanted to know all about her adventure that night. I looked at my watch and realised that she had been away for almost four hours. 

I sat up on the bed and helped her undress. I think we were both eager and maybe a bit afraid of what we had done. - How did you get back here? I asked. - He drove me in his car. He was a real gentleman, she giggled. –So you have been in bed with the drummer, I stated. – No, I ended up with another man, or rather two, she said. I lost my breath. What did she say? What did she mean? – Let me tell you from the beginning. And this is what she told me while I undressed her and started to examine her body carefully and gently.

- I waited for the drummer when he got out from the club as we had agreed. But he saw immediately that he had a flat tyre and he needed to borrow a jack to change the wheel. While he was running around asking his friends for a jack I got frustrated and lost interest. So when one of the other guys from the dance floor came up to me and asked what I was waiting for I explained and said that I just wanted to get to my hotel. He said he could take me in his car if I wanted and I accepted immediately because he seemed to be cute.

We drove away and he asked me if I had seen the view over the town at night. I told him - no and he drove up on a high spot where we had a nice view over the town and the harbour. He put his arm over my shoulder and soon he kissed me softly. I did not mind and I just let it all happen. It was nice and when he started to feel my tits I did not object either. He took this as green light and I could soon feel his hand moving up along my leg under my skirt. I am not too fond of making love in a small car as you know so I asked him if we could go somewhere more comfortable. He said we could go to a flat where he lived with his big brother. We would however have to be quite because he did not want to wake up his brother. 

We soon came to a house that was under reconstruction and went in and upstairs. I followed him upstairs in the relative darkness and we sneaked into his room. He turned on a small lamp by the bed and reminded me that we had to keep our voices down. He pulled me down on the bed and continued where he had stopped in the car. He opened up my blouse and felt my breasts with both hands and started to suck my nipples. I just let him continue. I liked what he did and could feel that my pussy was getting wet. He slid down and kissed my knees and legs upwards until he reached my panties. I still did nothing and he took that as my acceptance. 

He gently and slowly let his hands and fingers explore my panties and he soon pulled them down. I let my panties hang on my left foot and spread my legs just a little to give him better access. He now began to kiss and lick the area around my pussy very gently. You know how much I like that. I was very, very wet by now and I felt a bit ashamed of it. He had not really put his tongue or finger inside my pussy yet so I don't think he was aware how wet and horny I was. He moved in between my legs but still with his face just above my pussy.

I longed for his tongue and he started by licking me along my legs and in my pubic hair and on my outer lips. I wanted more and when he had his tongue right on top of my clitoris I lifted my pussy to meet his face and I felt his tongue slip into my wet, wet slit and I heard him moan loudly. His English was even more limited than mine but I could here him say "catastrophy". He soon explained to me that he had come in his pants and had to wait a moment before he could continue.

While Mary-Anne told her story I held her and explored her whole body. Her tits had definitely been worked on and sucked. That was just too obvious. Her panties were soaked with a something that smelled of sex and I realised that it must be her own juices mixed with come from at least one man. Her panties were slippery inside and so was her pussy. I could not hold back longer and after a careful investigation of her freshly fucked pussy I put my own hard cock by the entrance and pushed slowly, slowly. It was heavenly. I slid slowly, slowly deeper and deeper into her and there was not much resistance. She was already opened up and well lubricated. Her pussy is normally very tight and it still was not big but a little less tight than normal. She was however much wetter than I had ever experienced her and I just loved it. If this was how it felt having "sloppy seconds" in my girlfriend then I knew I wanted it again.

Mary-Anne continued her story while I fucked her slowly. She moved in a way that made me understand that I was not the only one close to orgasm. The young guy had recovered quickly and moved up along her body and pushed her legs further apart. He aimed his growing cock towards her opening and pushed it in. She liked very much the feeling when his cock went in and out of her wet pussy. This guy was obviously not very experienced because he quickly increased his pace and soon again climaxed but this time inside her pussy. It was nice to feel him ejaculate inside her but she had no chance to climax herself and she felt a little let down. 

After the guy caught his breath again she worked the muscles in her pussy to get him up again. There was no immediate response thou and she was getting a bit annoyed. She was still hot and wanted a good fuck. She then asked him if he could not go and get his big brother. No, that was not possible, but he asked her to wait for a moment while he put on his jeans and disappeared out onto the balcony. She just lay there still naked and wondered what she had gotten herself into. The guy came back within a few minutes and asked her to join him. She quickly slipped into her panties and blouse and followed him out onto the balcony. It was a little scary because there was still no fence to protect them from falling down but they were on the first floor only and he held her hand and pulled her with him to the next flat. 

They entered into a room that was still dark. He pulled her to what appeared to be a bed in the dark room and pushed her gently down. She sat on the bed and heard him speak to someone in Greek. Her eyes slowly adjusted to the little light that was beaming in from the outdoor lamps. She could now see that there was another young man in the bed. The first guy quickly introduced her to his friend in bed. Then the guy who had just pumped his semen inside her pussy left and said he would soon be back. 

It was a strange situation and she wondered if she had gone too far. The guy in bed took her by the hand and pulled her gently into bed with him. Again she let it happen and he soon felt his hands wander all over her body. Within a minute he had her panties off again and fingered her. Within another minute he was between her legs with his cock buried in her eager pussy and she could at last enjoy the feeling of a hard cock inside her again. He kept a high pace and she loved it. She felt that maybe this time she would be allowed to climax herself. She lifted up her legs and met him with her tight wet pussy. This was however too much also for this guy and he came inside her violently. 

They lay there for a moment and she was again annoyed because none of these guys did last long enough for her to have a chance. Suddenly the first guy was in the room again and he immediately started to run his hands over her body under the sheet. When he found her bare pussy he asked what happened to her panties. Mary-Anne made a sign towards his friend and said – he took them off. The guys began to talk to each other in Greek and she could not understand one word. She soon enough understood what they had talked about because they now started to take turns fucking her, one at a time. As soon as one guy was getting close to climax he left his place to his friend who willingly took over. They continued like this until Mary-Anne could not hold back any longer but came in a wonderful orgasm. Both guys now allowed themselves to come and they both, one by one emptied what they still had deep inside her pussy. She just lay there with her legs open and received what they deposited into her.

After that she said it was time for her to go and asked to be taken to the hotel. The guy kept his promise and drove her to our hotel. When she was about to leave the car he gave her a kiss and asked - can I see you again? - where are you going now? She smiled at him and said calmly – No, I am going up to my boyfriend now. 

I made love to Mary-Anne that night until I was totally exhausted and fell asleep. She had given me a turn on that I had never thought possible. During this night I was at many times jealous to the point of bursting but strangely enough I had never been so turned on and I felt that my love for Mary-Anne grew to something that I find difficult to describe with words. I was very careful also not to blame or accuse her in any way because of what she had done. 




Dangerous Game



This was our first but not last adventure where we "play with fire". I welcome constructive criticism and if this story seems to be well received I may come back again with another true contribution. Until then – take care of each other.



Dangerous Game



A true story
Think about what could happen before you . . ..

Six months after we moved in next door to Terry and Paul in the summer of 1980, my wife Lisa and I fantasized about having a sexual exchange with them. Lisa and I had never done anything kinky in our ten-year marriage but we loved whispering suggestions while in bed together. Lisa was a virgin when we married and her hidden desires came out in her whispers to me. Did she really want live out these fantasies? Of course we were far too modest to bring our secret fantasies up to our neighbors. 

We had become close friends: all around thirty years old and healthy, attractive adults with no children. Terry was tall with a terrific, slender body that turned every man's head. Lisa did the same; she was beautiful and petite with large breasts that dominated her one hundred pound body. I guess you would say that Paul and I were big, good-looking men. 

What began as an innocent evening exploded into an unexpected night. Paul got some pot from a friend and he and Terry wanted to share it with Lisa and I. None of us had never tried marijuana. "This is supposed to have a real kick." Paul grinned a silly look at me. 

Lisa was a riot. She talked her head off and laughed constantly while sorting her stereo records. We watched her and laughed at her antics for what seemed like hours, but it was actually only minutes.

Terry danced around the room, twirling like a ballet dancer, jumping high in the air on every third twirl. After a while she unbuttoned her blouse and slipped out of it, letting it drop to the floor, exposing her beautiful bare breasts. I looked over at Paul who had leaned back on the sofa to watch and he gave me a proud grin. Lisa went on sorting records, babbling away, reading the song titles of each cover. 

Completely nude, Terry pirouetted around the room. She danced and danced. Lisa got up and danced with her, matching her step for step while shedding her clothes. As they twirled together, Paul and I undressed. 

Then we were all on the floor, naked bodies touching, feeling, exploring, licking, wanting. I was on Terry, sliding my aching erection into her. Then everything magnified ten fold: the feel of her body, her legs, lips, hands, fingers, breasts. Lovemaking played out in slow motion, exceeding all limits. 

Paul's huge frame on my wife made Lisa look like a tiny doll being pounded into the carpet by his huge cock. God, he had the biggest cock I had ever seen. For years my wife told me that a man's size didn't matter. But now I suspect her thoughts would change. Paul embedded, thrusting, Lisa, gasping, being shaken and thrown around as she moaned out her climax. 


Paul was like a guy in the porn flick that could go at it for hours and not come. They flipped over and she got on top and rode him, this time even longer. She looked at me with glassy eyes and a weird kind of look, on her way to yet another orgasm. Only when she was thrusting, moaning, shaking with pleasure did he finally cum.

The next hour was a series of switching partners, cumming, passing out, hard again, doing it again, losing track of whom you were in. At one point I entered Terry's anal from behind while she was riding Paul, feeling her orgiastic peaks, her nervous system in overheat, then pleasure. 

Paul, still loaded, took Lisa again while she screamed, moaned. Yet he went on, never letting up, punishing. Her butt was bouncing on the sofa, she was climaxing, screaming. I couldn't remember the last time I had fucked her that good or that long.

Hours later we woke each other up. Lisa and I went home. 

I still felt intensified sexual feelings. I grabbed Lisa's body. Touching and feeling her lasted for seemingly hours. I became totally lost in sexual abandon again, experiencing a pleasure I couldn't believe: the feel of her lips, her mouth on me, my still aching erection sliding against her very tight inner walls seemed intensified, magnified ten fold. Our lovemaking, surely in slow motion, seemed to last forever, then it was tremendously explosive. 

"Thank you for letting it happen," Lisa said, as she dropped off to sleep.

I was anxious and could not sleep. She lay next to me, sleeping peacefully and I just watched her. I really loved her, and wanted her to be happy, without any feeling of constraint. But I felt stupid. I mean, what's wrong with a man who has a gorgeous wife he allows to fuck another guy? There was a slightly ill feeling in the pit of my stomach. As the feeling came into my consciousness, I realized that the scariness of the situation was not enjoyable, somewhat like a small intense pain. The whole illicit, forbidden experience was scary but just plain arousing. 

The next thing I remembered was waking the following morning. I lay in bed staring into a new day. In spite of exhaustion, in spite of last night's pleasures, peace of mind eluded me. Like the innocent carrier of some fatal disease, I could not shake the idea that we were infected. 

Pulling ourselves out of bed we made our way down to breakfast and ate with only a few words shared between us. "Last night . . .." Lisa was quiet for a minute. "Did you have a problem with anything?" 

"What do you mean," I asked? 

"You know. Were you okay with me being with Paul?" 

Making sure I didn't make a mistake I said, "I'm okay with it if you are." 

"Good," Lisa said. 

I felt guilt, I never should have allowed this to happen. But, . . . it was too late. While it was wonderful and unbelievably exciting to be with Terry, I enjoyed sex with my wife far more.

"Are you going to ask them if they want to continue?" 


"If you want to," I said, without really thinking. 

Sunday night, Paul and Terry came over for a drink and we talked. "What do you think," I said, "Do we do it again?"

"We've talked about it," Paul said, slowly, almost as if to keep us in suspense, "And yes, we want to do it again."

At work I couldn't get my mind off what we had done, work seemed secondary. This was an unbelievable experience that we would never forget. Lisa and I talked about it again at night. I knew what we did was wrong but the excitement proved so powerful that it couldn't be stopped. What could it hurt among consenting adults? The thing that made this so appealing - it wasn't cheating. We all knew what we were doing.

I guess I was torn; on one hand I wanted to continue having sex with Terry, truly a turn on. The excitement drove me, but the other side was . . . allowing another man have Lisa troubled my mind. 

Foolishly, I told all of this to Lisa. We were lying on our bed and she pulled my face into her chest using her big breasts as a pillow. We just lay there for a while cuddling. "Remember, when we got married, I was a virgin. I needed to experience this."

Sunday, Paul dropped in alone. We had a drink and talked about everything. When Paul started home he said, "Lisa is so tiny compared to Terry." Lisa stood five-two and 100 pounds and Terry, five-ten and 140 pounds. Their physical size difference had struck me also. He put his hand on my shoulder. "Lisa has the tightest pussy I've ever felt."

When Lisa and I attempted sex that night, I couldn't get it up. She tried everything to help me but nothing happened. This had never happened to me before and I was concerned. The next time, about three days later, the problem repeated. Now I was really worried. Lisa was less than understanding the second time and accused me of denying her satisfaction. 

We put off any further encounters with Paul and Terry. I went to the doctor and had a series of tests. A few weeks later the doctor told me the results: nothing irregular, I was completely healthy. He asked a lot of questions about my mental condition and stresses that might affect my performance. I couldn't tell him what Lisa and I were into.

Sex with Lisa was almost non-existent over the next three months. We tried weekly but I could not get an erection, not even for a few minutes.

Paul came over late one Wednesday night with a quart of gin. I followed Lisa into the kitchen, stood behind her, as she whispered in my ear, "Let's have Paul join us in bed." She reached across the table to take my hand. "Maybe the excitement will . . . you know."

My mouth dropped open. "Are you serious?" I shook my head. I was dumbfounded. Speechless. Lisa's need would cause me to embarrass myself. Apparently Lisa, who hadn't had sex for over three months, had been doing some fantasizing of her own. And she was serious.


She leaned her head back and kissed me. "Well, I'm going to . . . whether you join us or not."

We returned to the family room, my mind spinning. As we sat there, Paul said, "I wish tonight was an exchange night." 

"It can be if you want," Lisa said. 

He looked at her, amazed. He looked at me. "You okay with this?"

"Lisa does what she wants," I said, "She has stopped listening to me."

"I don't want to get in the middle of a fight."

"You aren't," Lisa said, "He secretly wants this to happen." She stood. "I'll be in bed. See you two up there." 

Paul followed her. I sat there alone for a few minutes. Had they set this up? Paul must have known this would happen - otherwise why did he keep coming around during the week without Terry.

Lisa had taken off her clothes and was lying on the bed nude when I opened the bedroom door. Paul had already undressed and stood at the end of the bed. He kneeled on the bed and started kissing her and mouthing her breasts. I undressed but before I could get my shoes off, she was moving her hips up to meet his thrusts, her legs locked around his back. 

She moaned and came and they lay together for a while with him inside her, kissing. "Oh God, that was so quick and so wonderful," she said.

I lay next to Lisa on the bed and caressed her body. Paul, still at full erection, moved up in the bed and she struggled to get him in her mouth. 

I could tell that my limp penis was going to stay that way. I moved aside and watched him enter her again. 

This whole crazy thing, seeing him pound into her as fast as physically possible, was erotic as hell. She came again yet he didn't stop. He slowed his strokes, pulled all the way out of her, showing me the fantastic size of his cock, and back in again. Seeing the size of him was intimidating. Over the next few minutes he brought her to a peak again and she screamed out another climax. 

Then it was over as he pulled out of her a shot his cum all over her body. I lay there in a moment of disbelief that this had happened. 

While he dressed and left, strange thoughts ran through my head. Here I was, watching another man take my wife. I was so excited but I couldn't get hard.

The next few days were tough on me. I wasn't successful in dealing with what had happened. I was angry with myself for allowing it and, I guess, disappointed that Lisa had forced it to happen. Lisa was defiant and remarkably unapologetic.

I snapped back that I believed she was out of control and she would have done it anyway. No matter what I thought, it stung me when she admitted; "I love sex with him. Maybe too much."


I wrote this story while sitting here at my desk in my apartment. I have been divorced for over six months now. I didn't want my marriage to end but I had no control over what happened. I guess I can be thankful that my bout with erectile dysfunction, getting hard, is over. The separation from Lisa and the divorce seemed to correct it almost immediately. I am dating a wonderful woman that keeps me in an erect state constantly. 

Do I ever think back on what happened? Sure I do, with terrible pain.



Dangerous Game: Simple Surgery



"Fuck me," Asa swore beneath her breath, slouched slightly in her chair as she thrust her leg up and into the air, extending it as far as it would reach. "I feel so fucking tight tonight," she complained.

Laughing as he passed her by, Monroe was slow to shake his head as he stopped to check his appearance in the dressing room's mirror, hovering over the anxious young beauties shoulder. "How many times had I asked you to limber up with me?" he started in on her, a beautiful bit of a smirk curling up the corner of his darkly painted lips. "You knew this was coming up, they gave us plenty of time--,"

"I know I know..." she said, lowering her leg to fold comfortably in the chair. "There was just this party and this guy..."

"There will always be some party and some guy," commented Cidy as she eased her way between the two, lifting up a lace gloved hand to give a gentle squeeze to Monroe's shoulder. "And shouldn't you be meditating?" she asked, a light brow curiously arched as her brilliant sea-green hues met and reflected against Monroe's mirrored lenses. "You need to make sure your heart rate is steady and calm before going in and going under," she insist, lifting her fingers to caress his cheek. "We worry about you, ya know?" she said with a bit of a forced laugh. "You're the most delicate of us all."

Returning the heart-felt gesture, Monroe leaned in to the lovely pixie of a girl that still stood between himself and Asa, his dark lips brushing her cheek, just scarcely missing her lips and leaving only the most faint of a kisses mark in their wake. "Of course," he said simply, lifting a hand to push back what strands of black and red that had fallen into his sights and over his shoulder. "But then, I'm always the most calm of us all, am I not?"

Asa smiled as she lift her eyes to watch his reflection in the mirror, catching him as he winked at her before turning from them both.

Crossing the way of the small floor and pushing back the make-shift curtain of costumes and other assorted accessories as he ducked beneath the bar to make his way into the small room that lay beyond. No more than five by five in width and length, a second closet turned space for meditation and reflection, a good many candles already alight as Monroe took to lighting a few more as well as a stick of incense or two. Lowering himself down towards the floor, he folded his legs beneath him as he smoothed the fine, mesh fabric that he wore with the palm of his hand, minding not to mess its purity with whatever dirt that lay about the floor of the space. It was crucial, after all, that he remain clean, sanitary even, before he would go on. It was a critical part in the role that he was to play. Taking a deep breath, he allowed the tips of his fingers to trail up the length of his covered thighs and up and over the ivory colored leather and brass buckles that made up the bodice that just lightly hugged his petite middle. Hardly a restriction to his person, though it wouldn't be there for long.

Suddenly his heart skipped a beat, and he cursed himself for allowing it. So casually the both of them had spoke of it, referring to the act as nothing more than mere 'practice' between the two, even though they knew--they could feel--that it was so much more than that.

Breathing in through his nose, Monroe was slow to close his eyes as he allowed the scent of the melting wax and the incense to overpower him, intoxicating him, mind and body. His slight physique shivered beneath the cloth of what it was that he wore, his pale skin goose-pimpling at the base of his neck and about his breast as he could feel his heart rate increase by leaps and bounds. He was loosing all empowerment, bearing no sense of control. And though aware that it was something that he could not risk, not so close to show time, even still, he couldn't seem to help himself as he could feel himself growing erect beneath the corseted gown.

How shameful this was as he began to pant and swoon, his head dizzy with the very thought of all that Asa was going to do; over him, on him, to him. It was a glorious thought to say the very least, that nimble nymphet with the cold and callus eyes. Seated in gentle sway, he wondered what it was that she was feeling as she primed and puckered before the mirror, only a matter of steps or strides from where he now was knelt. Did she feel as he felt now? Was she just as excited as he? "What?" he managed to breath, his crimson colored nails gently clawing at his chest, his body set to shaking at the feel of his fingers and the fabric as it rubbing against his eager flesh. More than anything he wanted to know.

"What, what?"

Startled, Monroe gasped as his eyes were quick to open, his mind suddenly cleared in a burst of light. It was like an explosion in his head, the way her voice had shattered through his subconscious, breaking the lovesick trace he'd set upon himself and jerking him back into reality. However, sweet as his thoughts might have been, sweeter still was the feel of her gentle arms around him as she pressed her chest to his back, the soft palate of her cheek pressed lightly against his own as her long and fluttering lashes tickled the flesh of his temple. "Tell me," she whispered sweet into his ear, her full lips curled into a mischievous grin.

His body betrayed him then, just as it already had been, his voice speaking out of turn as it stammered his bodies want of her, his heart pounding so loudly beneath his chest that he was sure that she could hear it as what remained of him trembled against her as if he'd been tossed into a tub of ice. Again and again he confessed it, "I want you," he whispered. "I want you."

Softly she laughed in his ear, even nibbling at his lobe. "And you will have me," she said as she'd dropped an arm from about his wait, gentle fingertips, tender in the way that they brushed over his throbbing length through the thin cloth that covered. "You'll have me, just as I'll have you," she went on and kissed his cheek. "I'll take you and make you my own, and you'll not protest with words or movement. I won't allow it." Keeping her lips to his cheek she whispered finally, "But I will have you. I will, quite literally, hold your heart in my hand."

Cidy looked out with amusement at the great gathering of bodies bearing spectating eyes that had come for their grand event. It was a special night tonight; the first show of a grander scale for Monroe since his joining the CD sector.

Every color and creed of the different sectors and houses were about the audience, she could spot them from the littlest things of things that they wore about their persons, and the way in which each of their "toi's" -- if brought -- was dressed. So was the way of the Nation, the organization that housed so many different sectors of assorted pleasures and the tasty treats that were their living toi's. Each sector was unique, and she had come to learn them all; many from hearsay or word of mouth, though there was also a great much she'd learned simply from personal experience.

As for herself and those like her, they hailed from the sector known as Sector CD, or, Cool Devices; a sector that was so greatly renowned for the way in which they catered to the dark desire of incorporating medical instrument and practice with a surgical precision, with erotic torture to heighten the sense of ecstasy to the point of the tortured leaving with an experience that was nothing short of--euphoric. The perfect antidote for only the most strong of sadist or masochist as the dosage was always plenty high; even for the most simple of play. Under the strict care of their mistress, the lady Taylor, Cool Devices had thrived from a dark and shame-riddled taboo into a grand spectacle to be witnessed by any and all. It served a great many purposes, Sector CD, as many of the other sectors would watch the acts that they would perform upon one another such spectacles of unspeakable horror, and would then turn to threaten their fellow sectors most disobedient of servants with the nightmare of their being cast to the whims of the "forbidden sector" if they would continue to refuse to do as they were told.

And so they'd become the greatest of showmen, those of the "forbidden sector," their mistress receiving offers from all other sectors of the Nation that bid herself and those kept under her wing to perform and to dazzle and to instill into the newly acquired the fear of a very wrathful Nation.

This made Cidy smile all the more, to know that it was her sector that everyone had come to see; not a one of them late to their seats, not wanting to miss a minute of what all this special sector had in store. It made her proud to be such a familiar icon about the Nation, to know that her face was so easily recognized on the streets, her reputation forever preceding her, as well as any others from her sector. It was this outstanding reputation that allowed them to RSVP to gatherings of every sort. They were scarcely a sector to be trifled with--though there had been an unfortunate few who had, in fact, tried...however, there wasn't a one of them who had gone on to tell their tale, in some fashion or another...

From the door in which she stood, Cidy cast her sea colored sights to the far upper left of the arena's audience as she struggled to look deep into the ominous dark that masked the bodies and the faces of those who were known to hold rank over the Nation and all its sectors. It was the bodies who filled that box whose word was law, and not a being, living or dead, could contest it. They were that which made the Nation; its laws, its ways, and who held it all together and would surely tear it asunder, if they saw it fit. It was peculiar to Cidy how everyone knew of this--hierarchy that ruled, though there wasn't a one who knew any of their faces, not even the slaves that served them. Be they the most beautiful of creatures upon the earths face, or the most hideous of beings known to man, no one knew for sure. All that was known throughout the branches of the Nations was that their power was the only power, and at the mere rise and fall of a fingertip, a life could vanish from existence without as much as a second thought.

"We're ready," Cidy whispered as she ducked back and out of the doorway, clearing the way for her mistress.

In slow and steady strides, Taylor made her way down the length of the short and darkened hallway, never minding what few lamps were flickered or had already burned out. Not a one of them mattered as she paused just before the door, pressing the tips of her fingers to its cold, flat surface in preparation to push it open. Her other hand she lift to her face, running her index across her lip as she tipped her nose into the crook of her index and her thumb, inhaling deep and quick, sniffling slightly afterwards as she dropped her hand to the side again and took a moment to clear her throat before she moved to stand up straight, a twinkle in her cold, gray eyes and a smile upon frost painted lips. "Show time."

Cidy giggled as her mistress winked at her and pushed the door open wide to make her grand entrance. From the doorway is where she watched as the lady Taylor walked to stand 'center-stage' within the room that was allotted in the sizely, circular observatory, dropping low and bending at the waist as well as the knee to make a large and sweeping bow to the audience that stood and applauded from all around her. Though, the courtesy was more for 'royals' of the Nation, adoring as her public might have been. turning only a quarter of a step at the time, she would give another bow t the crowd, though only at the waist, making her rounds of the audience, now, in its entirety, thanking them for their having come. At this, Cidy slowly withdrew her own hands from the soundproof door, allowing it to close and to separate her from the crowd and her beloved mistress, turning on her heels then as she went to cue the two who were to perform.

Waiting for her mistress to finish with her introduction, Asa stood in the ill-lit hallway for her cue, her half-gloved fingers tugging at the lace of her short, little skirt as she bit at her bottom lip and fidgeted with her nurse's hat trimmed in lace. Her boot-clad foot tapping timidly at the floor at a last ditch effort to cure herself of any anxiety that she had left as she quietly hummed random bits of any number of songs that she could think of.

With his shoulder blades pressed to the wall, Monroe kept his sights cast away from the beauty that nervously tapped her foot, only half listening to the melodies--if that was what they could be called--that she hummed to clear and concentrate her mind on the matter at hand. She had a great deal more to concern over than he, when all that there was for him was to relax, to stay calm, and to experience the inevitable. "Asa," he whispered finally, his ear perking at the sound of her sudden cease in all her fidgeting and other random movements.

"Huh?" she asked, turning hr head to look at him, though still he looked away.

"Trust." he said it simply, and in an instant he could feel the sense of relief that radiated from her form. It was all that she'd been in need of to be reassured. It was, after all, the least that he could have done for the service she'd done for him.

"You ready?" she asked, stepping a little ways away from the wall as she half turned to better look at him, keeping the sight of her approaching mistress in her peripheral.

Pushing away from the wall, Monroe gave only a curt nod as he dropped his head into a bow, his meditations well underway as he heard the heavy door swing open, pulled open by the hand of their mistress as she announced them to the crowd.

With a sultry sway to her hips and only the most light of bounces to her step, Asa made her way with ease into the spotlight first, as if there wasn't a care in her world. Her eyes were alight, like flames as she paused just a few feet in and turned to give a beckoning couple of curls to her finger, calling for her patient to follow.

Though he'd risen his head upright, still his eyes remained downcast, fixed upon the shortened skirt that rode low about her hips and high about her thighs, scarcely covering a thing as she walked only a pace or two before him, carrying herself backwards in her steps as he followed her still crooked finger. All throughout his head music rang, bit and segments of songs, all of those that she'd been humming to keep her own composure; they were the tunes that filled his head now, keeping him calm as he focused on finding the words that went along, filling his head and making him dizzy...

(...You can't reject the whole world... you can't escape, you won't escape, you can't escape, you don't want to escape...)

From the cold or from the atmosphere of the observatory, Monroe wasn't exactly sure which it was that suddenly made him shiver so. All that there was, all that there could be was Asa; who he would follow to the ends of the world if he could, though, this was damn near enough. He followed her bouncing steps to the length of a gurney, of which she smoothed over its surface with her hands, gesturing for him to lay. Turning his back on the bed of metal, Monroe was slow to lift himself up, not wanting to quicken the rate of his heart so close now to the deed that would be done. In the distance he heard the door as it swung open again, their mistress now gone as it was Cidy who emerged from the dark, carrying upon her hand a small tray of assorted wants and needs for Asa.

Approaching him from the left, Cidy watched as Monroe took to lowering himself to lay upon the flat, metal surface, closing his mirror-lensed eyes to the bright light that shown from on high over them all. With ease, she rounded him about his head, reaching out with her free hand for her gloved fingers to caress against his cheek, reassuring him of her being there, and the audience of the 'patients' being genuine as his lips curled upwards in their corner to form a smile. For Asa she set down the tray, and helped to clean and glove Asa's hands. Silent as the grave is how the three remained as they went about each of their allotted tasks, Asa's eyes gleaming with an almost childlike excitement as she pondered over the instruments upon the tray, deciding which of them she should use first. Casting her sights from the other girl now, Cidy stepped away from the two and where they were as she fumbled with the small stand of equipment that stood seemingly on its own, taking into hand the small plastic mask with lines that ran back to both a monitor and a sizely, silver tank. Turning slowly on her heel, Cidy made her way back to the relaxed Monroe as she lowered and placed the mask over his face, speaking to him softly so that only he could hear. She was like the sweetest angel of death as she hovered over him, with dirty blonde ringlets framing the profile of her face, eyes of bright sea green shining as perfect pink lips smiled, lowering with a graceful precision to place one last kiss of well-wishes. As she lift her lips from his, she replaced her sweetened kiss with that of the mask, covering over his nose and his mouth, silently instructing him to breathe deep.

Turning from the table, Asa easily palmed her blade of choice. With only the slightest touch of her fingers tip, she tested one of the points of the blades serrated edge, puckering her lips in a wince to emphasize its quality to the crowd. Turning, she stood over Monroe, palming in her free hand one of the straps of the ivory leather bodice that he wore, taking the serrated edge beneath the strap just shy of the buckle as she pulled it taunt across the blade, breaking it with an easy snap. She did this, too, for the other four straps that remained until there wasn't a strap or a buckle to keep the bodice taunt about his form. However, unlike the callus nature that she had used to cut the straps, Asa took her time with the small clasps that lay beneath, taking the blade between her teeth as her hands worked to undo each of them separately by hand until the leather fell away from his form, leaving nothing more than the mesh cloth that was lay sheer against his skin.

Her right hand plucked the scalpel with the serrated edges from between her teeth, and gently set it aside, replacing it upon the small tray exchanging it for another. A blade with a more fine and traditional edge. Meanwhile, her left hand reached for the slightly plunging V neck of Monroe's attire, and she began her cut from the point of the V, going down the length of his torso, minding not to cut or mar his skin. Just about his pelvis she stopped in her downwards cut and went to either side of his hips, utilizing a reverse Y incision about the cloth to keep the cloth from folding in on her as she worked. With a careless air about her, Asa tossed away that scalpel, its sound a deafening clatter against the hard stone floor in contrast to the hush that had long since befallen their audience. Hearing a couple of scattered gasps from a sorted few, Asa dared to give an arrogant smile as she took up the scalpel that would be her third and final that she would use to work with. At long last, the fun and games were over, and now had come the time for what all the surrounding spectators had come to see. Lifting her eyes to Cidy, she gestured with only her chocolate colored hues to where next she wished Cidy to go. Moving with a single side-step, Asa took a step further up along the torso length of Monroe, smiling into his half glazed eyes as she took the scalpels point to his sternum, watching his eyes enlarge at the sudden, piercing pressure of the blade as it pierced his skin. Her ears were all in turned to the gasps and whispers of the crowd, a few mummers beginning amongst them.

And so it had begun.

Her fingertips were smooth across his skin, trailing from his cheek and down the length of his neck, to his shoulder and down his arm, stopping at his hand as she intertwined her fingers with his own. Her left hand reaching up to caress across his thigh. She could hear him take a breath, the sound of the monitor raising just slightly in its tempo in alert to the rate of his heart. Slowly up his thigh and to where his phallus lay, already thick in wanting. It was through the cloth that she caressed him slowly, pressing gently in all the right place to reveal to on looking eyes what it was that she felt.




Dangerous Games



I sat on the couch, nervously twisting my hands around each other. I stared at the clock. You were due to arrive anytime now. Standing up, I paced the living room, staring at the clock and wondering if I'd made a mistake.

We'd met online. After a few months of flirting and talking about our innermost desires, I'd agreed to meet you. We'd had a really fun weekend, of hanging out and getting to know each other, and of sex. Lots of sex. Good sex. Sex that scratched the surface of the submissive side of me. Sex that showed me what I really wanted, really craved.

And now you were coming back, and it terrified and exhilarated me, all at the same time.

Every time a car came down my road, I jumped. I sat back down on the couch, only to stand up again. I wandered through the house, checking my hair and make-up in the mirror, sipping some water, walking back into the living room.

You must have pulled up while I was in the kitchen, because I never heard your car. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, and a gasp escaped my lips.

Shaking, I walked to the front door and opened it. You stood before me, average height, round snuggly looking. You'd cut your hair since I last saw you, it was now just above your shoulders, and the shortness let a little bit of curl show through. Your beard was trimmed close. The mix of attractiveness and imposingness worked well on you. I smiled.

"Hi." I said, almost shyly. You smiled your broad grin and wrapped me into your arms. I felt like I almost disappeared into your wonderful bear hug. When you let go, I backed up and let you enter the house.

We chitchatted for a few moments. I asked how your drive was, you asked me how school was going. Finally, you asked me if I was hungry, and to recommend a good Italian place. I grabbed my bag, and out the door we went.

I followed behind you, wondering if maybe sex wasn't what was on your mind. You'd been nothing but friendly and sweet since you arrived, and I began to relax. 

We got into the car, and I told you to make a left out of my driveway. You turned, and after a few blocks, in one swift motion you produced a pair of handcuffs and got one of my wrists into them. Too shocked to react, you managed to get both of my arms pinned behind my back before I could protest.

"Chris!" I gasped. "I didn't expect ..."

"Shut up, bitch!" you interrupted. "You didn't think I'd drive all this way to take your slut ass out to dinner, did you? You're a little fucking whore, and that's what I'm going to use you for."

Confident that my hands were secure, you reached into your lap and pulled your already-hardening cock out of your shorts and underwear. I stared at it, shocked at the turn of events.

"Chris, I, uh..." I started, lamely, trying to figure out how to bargain with you and end this shame. You looked at me and grinned.

"Bitch, you are going to suck my cock. Now. Until I tell you you can stop, which won't be for a damn long time, cunt." You reached over and grabbed my hair, pulling my face down to your throbbing cock. I briefly considered refusing, but the hands tangled into my hair, pulling at the same time you pushed me down changed my mind, and my lips parted and I let you shove me down on your cock.

You shoved me down on it, right to the base, until your head was in the back of my throat, threatening to choke me. I stayed still, hoping that just having me forced down on it would be enough, but you took your other hand off the wheel long enough to smack me in the face. "Listen, you fucking little cunt. I told you to suck my fucking dick, and that's exactly what you're going to do. Fucking whore." You smacked me again for good measure, and then resumed steering. 

Whimpering, I began to suck and lick on your cock, occasionally gagging on it as you pulled and pushed on my head, shoving your dick farther and farther down my throat. I struggled to lift up with every gag, but you only let me up enough to make sure I didn't get sick, but would shove me back down on it long before I was ready to take it again. 

"That's it, little slut. You love to suck my cock, don't you? You couldn't wait to suck my cock again. You're just a little cock sucking cum drinking whore, and I'm going to give you exactly what you want, bitch." 

I felt the car stop, and you put it into park. Now that both your hands were free, you reached under me and pulled my shirt and bra up as best you could, what with my hands cuffed behind me. You turned on the bench style seat, making sure my mouth never left your rock hard cock, and put both feet up on the seat on either side of me. Reaching down, you began to maul and pinch at my breast with your free hand, squeezing and pulling it until I yelped in pain.

After a few more minutes of that, you hauled my head up by my hair and pushed me back against the passenger door. Tucking your cock back into your shorts, you grabbed the keys and got out of the car. I looked around. We were in the parking lot of a hotel. Terrified that someone had seen what was happening, I looked around in fear. You came around to the door and opened it. I moved away from it just in time to avoid falling out onto the ground.

"Cmon, bitch. Get the fuck out of the car, NOW" 

I glanced around "Chris, my shirt...someone will see me!" 

Chris grinned at me. "Oh, I hope so. I hope they see what a fucking cum guzzling slut you are. Get the fuck out of the car."

Looking around, I got out of the car obediently and stood in front of him. "Damn, I wish I had a camera. This would be the best picture. Your hands behind you, your shirt and bra pushed up to your neck, your hair a mess. I love it." You grabbed my hands behind me and began leading me into the hotel, swiping your pass card to get into the main door and leading me down the hallway.

I whimpered and moaned, convinced someone was going to see me like this. You grinned at me and finally stopped at a room, swiped the key, and pushed me in.

It was a pretty run of the mill room ... king-sized bed, TV. You went over to the window and opened the curtains a bit, peering outside. "Hm, nice view of the front parking lot. This could be interesting." I looked at the floor to ceiling window and shuddered, knowing that you'd have me performing in front of it eventually.

You turned and looked at me. "Hm, yes, I've finally got you alone again, my little slut. But you're wearing way too much clothes." You started towards me, instinctively if backed up, until I ran into the door, and I was trapped. You leaned over and hooked your fingers under the waist band of my shorts and underwear, and pulled them both to my ankles with one quick tug. "Step out of them, bitch." you commanded. Without thinking, I obeyed. You stood up and pulled my shirt and bra over my head, until they just hung from my cuffed hands. "Mmm, very nice. Nice big tits for me to abuse." I whimpered, staring at you with big, terrified eyes. 

You reached behind me and grabbed my cuffed hands again and led me over to the bed. Sitting down with your legs outstretched, you pulled me down until I was kneeling between your legs. Grabbing my hair again, you pulled out your still-hard cock and shoved my mouth down on it.

Licking and sucking and gagging, I almost didn't notice when you reached over into the bedside table and grabbed a paddle. Apparently you'd been here before you picked me up, to get things ready. Still lifting and dropping my head down onto your cock by my hair, you began to smack my ass with the paddle. With each smack I cried out in pain, and received a cock shoved down my throat. The pattern of smack, shove, gag continued for what seemed like forever, until tears were streaming down my face from the pain and the gagging and the humiliation. Looking up at you, I could see the grin on your face...you were loving every minute of it, and it made me feel even more shamed and humiliated.

Finally, you dropped the paddle onto the bed beside you and hauled my mouth off your cock. Pulling me up to sit on my knees, you smiled at me, just a tiny bit of the nice and sweet Chris shining through. Just for a moment. Then you grabbed my head and my hands and twisted me around on the bed until I was face first at the foot of the bed, my ass sticking up towards you. 

"Don't move, bitch, or you'll regret it." you snarled, and I could hear you climbing off the bed and disrobing. Despite myself, my cunt was dripping wet, and I wondered if you were going to fuck me.

I felt you climb back up onto the bed, and you reached between my legs and drove two fingers into my pussy. "Mmmm, nice little whore is so wet...you love it, don't you? Fucking cunt whore loves being raped, don't you?" I whimpered in response, and you yanked his fingers out of my cunt. "Your pussy is way too wet. I wouldn't want to give you want you want..." you trailed off as you ran your wet fingers across my pussy up to my ass. "Yeah, I think Chris will take what _Chris_ wants, since it doesn't matter what the little whore wants." 

Suddenly realization of what you were going to do hit me. "Chris, no...aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh" I screamed as you plunged your dick deep into my dry ass. Grabbing onto my hips to keep me from squirming away, you continued to torment my ass with your thrusts. Tears streamed down my face as I screamed and begged you to stop. "Chris, that hurts, stop, oh god please owwwwww fuck, please stop you're hurting me!"

You only laughed and continued forcing yourself into my ass over and over again while I screamed and cried and begged you to stop. Eventually deciding I was too weak from the pain to try to escape, you leaned over farther and reached under me to attach a pair of nipple clamps you'd produced from somewhere. I screamed out in pain again, the pain from the clamps compounded by the pain of having them scrape across the bed with every thrust. The tears continued, twofold, and my breath came in ragged gasps as I cried and begged you to stop. Finally, you pulled your cock out of my abused ass and grabbed my hair and sat me up and turned me around.

You wiped my tears away with your fingers, licking them off your fingertips. "Ah," you said "I love the way your fear and pain tastes. It's like candy." Reaching back into the drawer, you withdrew a length of chain and clipped it onto the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Standing up on the side of the bed, you yanked on them until I managed to step off of the bed, gasping in pain with each tug. "That's it, bitch. C'mere. Little whore. Tell me how much you want to suck my dirty cock. My filthy, filthy cock that's been tormenting your ass. Tell me how much you want to suck it clean."

While you were talking, you'd opened the curtains. We were on the second floor, but I had no doubt in my mind that anyone that looked up would see us there, me, naked and cuffed with the clamps and the chain, you, naked and hard, standing in front of me. I suddenly realized that I was *really* turned on by the idea of sucking your dirty cock in front of that window for the world to see.

"Oh, Chris. _please_ let me suck your dirty cock! I want to taste your dirty cock and suck it clean for you! Please!" I lowered myself to my knees, waiting for him to give the chain on the clamps a little slack, but he made sure it was tight enough to hurt. Gasping, I scooted over on my knees to your cock and hungrily gulped it down. 

You moaned, tugging on the clamps with one hand as I sucked, wrapping the fingers of your other hand in my hair with the other. I sucked and slurped, pulling it deep into my throat. You thrust into my mouth, trying to shove it deeper. I glanced out the window at the people milling around in the parking lot, wondering...no, hoping that someone would look up and see my torture. My cunt was dripping wet now, I could feel my juices dripping down my legs to my feet.

After a few minutes you tugged on the chain, pulling me up to my feet. "Ok, slut. Get the fuck on the bed. Lay with your head dangling off the edge, and be fucking quick about it." You gave me enough slack on the chain to get into position, and then came up behind my head and shoved your cock into my mouth without a warning. In this position, your cock went deeper into my throat than it had so far, and I gagged. You yanked on the nipple clamps. "Bitch, I know you can suck cock better than that, you little cum guzzler. Relax that fucking throat and take it, slut." I struggled to relax my throat muscles as you shoved it down again, but I gagged once more. Yanking harder on the clamps, you slapped my face with your other hand. "Let's go, bitch. I want a fucking blowjob, and I want it fucking done right." Tears welled up in my eyes, but I managed to take the next few thrusts without gagging. The tugging on the clamps continued, however, and I found myself crying again! .

You continued to fuck my throat for what seemed like forever. I struggled not to gag, and you fucked me harder and harder. Eventually, you pulled back, yanking one last time on the clamps, and this time yanking them right off. I screamed out in pain. You dropped them onto the floor, and then looked at me. "Mmmm, my little slut. My little whore. All mine. Don't move!" You went around to the other side of the bed and pulled on my feet, pulling my head up onto the bed. Climbing onto the bed, you straddled me into a 69 and shoved your dick into my mouth, your full weight on me, with just enough room for me to breathe in shallow, quick breaths. I began sucking your cock almost immediately.

Reaching over into the drawer again, I heard you fumbling with something, and then felt a lubed dildo pressing against my ass. After the torture you'd given it with your dick, a lubed dildo provided no problem, and you began to fuck me in tandem with the face fucking I was getting at the other end. I hungrily sucked and licked at your dick, moaning in pleasure at the wonderful ass fucking I was getting. You took your other hand and began playing with my clit, flicking it and rubbing it. The pleasure was more than I could stand, and I exploded into the hardest, fastest orgasm I could ever remember having. 

Something about me getting off on all the torture you'd put me through set you off, and suddenly my throat was flooded with hot sticky cum that I greedily swallowed. You fucked my ass a bit more, then pulled the dildo out and climbed off of me.

Shoving the dildo in my mouth, you made me lick it clean, and then tossed it onto the pile of used toys on the bed. Helping me sit up, you grabbed the key to the cuffs off the night stand and released my aching arms.

As I rubbed at my arms you leaned over and kissed me, pulling me into your arms and holding me tight. I returned your kisses, not being able to get enough, and after a few minutes we headed into the shower to wash each other down.

After we toweled off and got dressed, you looked at me and grinned. "Ok, NOW I'm ready for dinner!"



Dangerous Games



At forty-two years of age, Jackie Anderson was an attractive looking brunette that looked more like a woman in her early thirties. She still wore her hair long, usually in a ponytail that helped to make her look younger as well, which probably helped to contribute to her being mistaken for a much younger woman. She worked out, though not as often as she would have liked, but enough that she kept her still firm figured well toned and in reasonably good shape. Though her breasts weren't certainly overlarge, they were still full and "almost" perky as she once thought while examining and admiring them in her bathroom mirror. 

Jackie had been married at twenty-four, divorced ten years later and had remained single ever since then. Her career as a freelance photographer had kept her busy, more importantly, employed as she had a keen eye for detail and was often given assignments by several agencies she worked for, enough at least to make a reasonable living at.

But it had also contributed to some extent to her divorce as her ex hadn't been real thrilled with her traveling as often as she sometimes did, though that wasn't the only reason for her marriage eventually ending either. After the first year of marriage, the sexual desire and interest once shown to her by her husband slowly began to diminish until it had reached the point where it was virtually non-existent. When she had caught her husband having sex with his "personal assistant", in her own home, that for Jackie had been the last and final straw.

The problem with that was, Jackie was the first to admit to having a strong sex drive, though she wasn't the type to jump into bed with just anyone either. She had found that most of the men who were even close to her age were already taken. And those who weren't, preferred staying single themselves. As such, she'd all but exiled herself into being celibate, though she still continued to masturbate frequently and had a very active fantasy life whenever she did that. But that too was beginning to grow old, you could only fantasize about so many things before you turned them into reruns, and Jackie was beginning to do that!

Her life soon after took an interesting turn, and one in which she would never have thought herself possible in pursuing or exploring. Though pursue it she did, and began to enjoy it more and more though the risk associated with it was well on the dangerous side, the intoxicating high that came with it was for her an addiction.

Jackie had gone to a local mall to shop for a birthday present for her best friend Marsha who she had known ever since high school. Having done so, she now strolled through the large mall merely window shopping and amusing herself. She considered herself a "people watcher" often finding her artistic eye capturing images of people who she passed, sometimes spoke with, or merely contented herself with observing while she would sit and relax for a moment before moving on.

She had spotted a shoe store and took a moment to peruse some of the summer sales and styles. Standing just inside the store she had glanced out spotting a very young, very attractive woman sitting down on one of the bench seats just outside the store. Normally she wouldn't have given the young woman a second thought, but she found that she reminded her of herself quite a bit when she had been her age. She sat with several packages, obvious that she'd been out doing a considerable amount of shopping most likely for herself by some of the name brands on her parcels that Jackie had read. She wondered briefly if this young girl might indeed be fresh out of high school and very possibly spending her first real paycheck on herself as an initial reward, just as she herself had once done.

But it was at that very moment that Jackie observed something she felt certain she shouldn't have. Sitting across from the young girl was an older gentleman whose wife Jackie had quite by chance followed into the store. She'd overheard their brief conversation where the older guy had sighed somewhat disgruntled at his wife's sudden interest in going inside in order to browse around. He had opted to remain outside where he'd said he'd prefer waiting for her, and had taken a seat, though he now sat with his back towards Jackie from where she stood, and from where she now observed the young woman. 

It was then that Jackie also noticed the young woman was wearing a very, very short skirt, certainly not outside of the style of the day by any means, but as she sat fidgeting with her packages for a moment, she had opened her legs just far enough apart that even from where Jackie stood, she could see the girl wasn't wearing any panties whatsoever! She even laughed to herself wondering if the young girl was even aware of exposing herself, of if the older guy sitting across from her might now likewise be aware of it himself. Curious, Jackie stood still pretending to be looking at shoes on the other side of the window, though her eyes remained focused on the actions of the young woman. To her amazement, the girl once again shifted, her legs once again parting, even wider this time if that were at all possible. She glanced quickly to the left and then again to the right before focusing her own eyes on the old guy sitting in front of her. What Jackie saw next shocked and surprised her. She saw the girl purposely spread her legs, which was interesting enough, but she soon after followed that action by slipping her own hand in between them, a gesture that couldn't be misconstrued by any means. Jackie observed further as only a moment later, she lifted that same hand to her own face, sucking and licking her finger, smiling, suddenly standing, retrieving her packages and quickly moving off.

"Oh my God! Did I just see what I think I saw?" she wondered to herself.

Jackie quickly exited the shoe store and headed immediately over to a small Kiosk where she pretended to show interest in a pair of sunglasses. She now faced the older gentleman who still sat patiently waiting for his wife, but Jackie noticed that the somewhat irritated and impatient look he had shown on his face just before sitting down had now been replaced by a secretive smile which he now held, and which would no doubt remain so even if his wife unexpectedly spent money on a new pair of shoes.

Jackie then headed off in the same direction that the young girl had headed off in, spotting her a short time later once again taking yet another seat across from a younger guy who sat with what was obviously a baby carriage parked next to him while his wife obviously browsed some nearby store as he sat waiting for her. Once again Jackie observed nearly the same exact routine, at first leading the unsuspecting guy into thinking he was inadvertently getting a sneak peek up this woman's short skirt where she was exposing herself. Then after taking a quick look herself at any nearby traffic, slipping her hand up between her legs, running her fingers through her pussy, and then sucking her finger off once again much to his surprised delight. And just as she'd done before, soon after standing and hurrying off knowing full well that her intended victim wouldn't follow or make any sort of a scene because of it either.

#

To her own curious surprise, she followed the young woman out of the store into the parking lot at a safe distance, she noted as she did so, the girl wasn't parked that far away from her own car, though she began heading off in that direction though still keeping an eye on the other woman. She watched as she got into her car expecting her to pull out momentarily, but when she didn't, Jackie once again grew curious. Having reached her own car, she slid in, pulling out of her spot. She even chastised herself briefly for her own foolishness, but soon drove around to the lane where the young woman still sat, locating another open spot just two cars away. Still curious, Jackie climbed out of her car and began heading back towards the mall acting as though she had just arrived to do some shopping. She purposely angled over towards the woman's car intending to walk by it on her way back into the store, soon did so glancing in looking at her. When she did, she was again surprised, seeing the young girl sitting there in her front seat, one hand openly massaging and playing with an exposed breast, and though she couldn't see much more of anything else, just the placement of her free hand told her all she needed to know.

So stunned was she that the girl was openly doing this, she actually halted by the side of the car, the girl now acknowledging her presence even going so far as to roll down her window.

"Can I help you with something?" she asked.

"You're uh...masturbating?" Jackie stated matter of factly still looking at her.

The young woman laughed, and though her hand was no longer playing with her own breast, it remained exposed even as she reached for her keys starting her car. "Yes...yes I was until you came along," she added though still continuing to smile. She put the car in reverse backed out of her spot and drove away leaving Jackie to stand there in wonder at all she had seen and witnessed.

With no reason to actually go back inside the mall now, Jackie returned to her own car, sat for a moment, and much to her surprise, found herself thinking about everything all over again, but even more importantly, found herself very much aroused as she did so.

"I wonder..." she considered briefly. "Nah...no fucking way," she was about to start up her own car and drive home when another pulled into the spot just ahead of her and facing her. Before she even knew what she was doing, or why...Jackie reached down pulling her tee-shirt up and over her head much to the startled delight of the middle-aged man still sitting in his own car facing her. The look on his face was one of amused surprise, which sent a torrent of shivers running up and down Jackie's spine, especially when she suddenly removed the bra she was wearing, baring her chest momentarily, as he continued to sit there watching her. Jackie then put on the tee shirt she'd actually purchased as a gift for Marsha as though it had been her intent to do so the entire time. With her breasts now covered, she smiled, even gave her parking lot neighbor a friendly wave, and backed out of the stall. Jackie felt giddy, lightheaded as she straightened herself out, once again glancing over for a quick peek, catching a friendly returned wave along with a smile that split the guys face from ear to ear.

#

It was a day for firsts, as Jackie now did something else she had never done before either. She had felt the all too familiar trickle of moisture gathering between her legs. It was of no moment for her to reach down popping the button on her shorts, and then lowering the zipper as she drove. Sliding her hand down the waistband of her bikini panties, she soon found her wet swollen lips and began to playfully finger herself as she drove along. Pulling up to the light in the left hand turn lane she continued to do so, oblivious at first of her surroundings until a young kid in a high lifted pickup truck pulled up next to her at the light. He had naturally glanced over towards her looking in, and then down, and then did a double take as she caught the expression on his face. Just then the light turned green for her to turn, which she did, leaving him as he sat at the light with his mouth wide open.

Only a few streets from her own home, Jackie continued to play with herself, the excitement of the somewhat minor little exhibionistic episodes more than enough to stimulate her, though her intent now was to climax before pulling up into her own drive and then again the moment she went into the house.

She had almost accomplished just that when she turned down her own street. Hovering right on the edge as she continued to tickle her clit, she glanced up and saw her very married next door neighbor outside mowing their connected front yards. 

Jackie was so close now even as she pulled into her own driveway, the thrill and excitement as she hovered there, knowing now that if she didn't finish as close as she was, that it would in fact spoil the intensity of the moment. Mike, her neighbor looked over her way, though Jackie had now placed her cell phone to her ear as though she were talking to someone, though she wasn't. She sat, one hand holding the phone, the other still stroking her pussy, though now she had every intention of drawing out her impending orgasm even longer than she'd originally intended. She knew that Mike always mowed her side of the yard as well for her, and as he was just finishing his own, he now did smile, acknowledging her as she continued to sit there as though still listening and speaking to someone on the phone. As she had already removed her bra earlier, Jackie now lifted the bottom of her tee shirt up and over her breast exposing it enough so that she could fondle herself playing with it, though remain hidden just beneath the top of the car door. All Mike had to do was come close enough, look inside and he would have been able to see what she was actually doing. 

Jackie's heart was beating a thousand miles an hour now. As Mike happily walked towards her now mowing her side of the lawn, she knew that he would soon turn and pass directly beside her. She had but a second or so to pull down her tee shirt once again covering her breast in the event that he did look over at her, and then inside. Jackie found herself more excited at that very moment than she had found herself feeling in a very, very long time. Still holding the phone to her ear, she steeled herself, letting her breast remain there as it was as Mike indeed turned now mowing along the driveway beside her. He passed however, continuing on, and then proceeded down along the sidewalk heading in the opposite direction. 

Jackie came, her climax intensely sweet, shaking the very foundations of her being with the pleasure of it as she strummed her clit happily, feeling the flood of juice which she knew had soaked the front of her light blue cotton shorts not to mention even more thoroughly soaking her panties. With the edge off, and though still somewhat aroused and excited, reality soon kicked in however, so she bolted from her car up the drive and into the house before Mike had made another turn which would have had him passing by her. She knew he most likely would have turned off the mower, speaking with her momentarily had she allowed him to catch her and do so. She unlocked her door stepping quickly inside however before the sound of the mower as he passed by her walk informed her that she'd just barely made it.

Looking down, she shook her head crazily, surprised with herself at how close it had been. Her shorts indeed thoroughly soaked, though as she stood there still leaning against her own door, she could have perhaps explained to him that she'd "lost it" and had inadvertently wet herself. Even the thought of that sent a wicked naughty jolt through her however, imagining the embarrassed expression on Mike's face that he would have had for her, Jackie herself feigning embarrassment at having accidentally wet herself, and then worse, being caught by him at having done so. She stood their imagining their very awkward conversation. She, wet soaked shorts and panties, Mike trying to advert his gaze away from her, sharing her embarrassment, awkwardly so, but the whole time with Jackie standing there, cunt throbbing, clit itching wantonly.

With her back still pressed against the door, Jackie once again slipped her hand down the front of her wet panties, the surge of excitement upon her in an instant, the sound of the mower once again passing by as she stood there frigging her clit until her knees buckled and she finally allowed the pure agonizing moan of pleasure to escape her lips as she cried out joyously, even then hoping that the sound of the lawn mower passing by would drown out the sound of her pleasure.

#

Finally Jackie managed to collect herself. The first thing she did, removing her friend's birthday present, inspecting it to ensure she'd not dirtied it or mussed it up in anyway. Marsha, along with Beverly and Kimberly were expected in just a couple of hours now, coming over for a cake she still had to bake, along with coffee and ice cream in celebrations of her dear friends' forty-second birthday.

But even as she baked her friends cake and straightened up her house in anticipation of their coming over, she once again found herself aroused, the excitement of the day and all she had seen, done and discovered once again igniting the smoldering coals of her newfound desire.

#

She finished her shower and began to dress. As she opened the drawer on her dresser intending to put on fresh panties and bra, she spotted her stash of toys, which she kept there. Smiling, Jackie fingered the small vibrating egg that she realized she hadn't used in a very long time. Slipping it inside herself, she felt the soft hum of the toy gently stimulating herself while on the slowest, softest setting possible.

"I'm I horrible or what?" she asked herself though already her body was responding to the delicate caress. "They're just my friends," she further considered, "doing this for my own personal fun," she allowed further as she stood there trying to convince herself that she wasn't crazy for doing this, it was fun and it did feel good after all..."didn't it?"

She soon switched the toy off, though keeping it snuggly inside herself, and then slipped on a pair of panties though she giggled wickedly as she tossed her bra back in the drawer and slipped on a very tight form fitting tank top that she knew would clearly reveal the shape of her breasts.

Jackie had just finished decorating her friend's birthday cake when she heard the doorbell. As she walked over to answer it she flipped the remote control switch on and felt the tiny egg come alive inside her pussy. She was grinning outwardly as well as to herself when she opened the door.

"Hi sweetie! Happy Birthday!" she continued to grin giving Marsha an affectionate hug before leading her into the house.

"Well, look at you!" Marsha smiled back appreciatively. "If I didn't know better, I'd wonder if you'd also invited over some young hunk to strip for the party or something, that...or you've suddenly turned gay!"

Jackie giggled knowing full well that Marsha was surprised to see her the way she was dressed, Jackie never went without a bra on, including just hanging around the house. She even reached out with a quick finger giving one of Jackie's hard little protrusions a friendly hello.

"Hey!" Jackie squealed playfully, turning as she did so breaking the contact.

"Well it's certainly not cold in here at the moment," Marsha continued teasing her, "so obviously you've either been doing..." she paused grinning, "or thinking about something anyway!"

Once again the doorbell rang however, and Jackie pirouetted away from her friends inquiring look in order to answer it. "Saved by the bell!" she tossed back at her.

"For the moment..." Marsha allowed.

Even Beverly and Kimberly who had arrived together noticed a difference in their friend. Usually subdued, not nearly as vivacious as she appeared now, they had all three teased and asked her about it, wondering if she'd suddenly found herself a fuck buddy finally, something they'd all been urging her to do rather than continually looking for Mr. Right all the time.

They had finished their cake, ice cream and opened presents, while Marsha helped Jackie carry in the dishes to the kitchen, Beverly slipped in a movie they were all going to sit down and watch while Kimberly poured them all some more wine.

"Ok, give!" Marsha said cornering her friend against the sink. "If I didn't know you better, I'd swear you were wired! You've been grinning half the night, and there have been times when you've had the strangest look on your face, not a bad one...just, goofy sort of."




Dangerous Games



"Well in a way I am wired," Jackie finally confessed, and then quickly told her everything that had happed to her since going to the mall.

"You're telling me you've actually got it inside you right now?" Marsha asked her eyes suddenly grown wide though her shocked smile was one of approval. She burst out laughing then.

"Shh! They'll wonder what we're laughing about in here!" Jackie giggled along trying to suppress it.

"Let me see!" Marsha pressed suddenly.

Jackie was about to tell her no and head back into the living room, though she could hear Beverly and Kimberly still talking in there. But suddenly the thought of showing Marsha that she did indeed have the vibrating egg inside herself, and that she'd been secretly enjoying it all evening long felt wonderfully wicked and delicious. Hurriedly, she popped the button on her jeans unzipping them, and pulled them down just below her groin. Sure enough, Marsha could see the tiny thin wire leading from just beneath Jackie's panties where the vibrating egg was definitely inserted, up towards the tiny little remote she had hidden away just behind the belt she'd been wearing.

"So now you know..." Jackie said pulling her jeans back up before Marsha could stick her own finger inside her pussy which she teasingly threatened to do. "Marsha!" she quipped, feigning shocked surprise at her friend's gesture.

"Hey! Don't look at me!" Marsha shot back. "You're the one with the vibrator in your cunt!"

Laughing, Jackie turned heading back into the living room rejoining their friends though not before warning Marsha from saying anything to them about it.

"Or what?" Marsha half whispered behind her, but by then she had already entered the room.

"So, what's on tap?" Jackie asked Kimberly seeing the look on her face, which she'd seen often enough before to know that the two of them had been up to something, though she'd correctly guessed it just seconds before Beverly pushed the play button on the DVD player.

"Oh, just something a little naughty in honor of Marsha's birthday," Bev answered sitting back in her seat as the title came up saying "Friends" on it briefly.

"I have a feeling this isn't the series," Marsha laughed taking a seat on the couch next to Jackie, which was confirmed immediately afterwards as three rather scantily clad busty women appeared on screen. "Where ever did you get this anyway?"

"I borrowed it from my little brother," Kimberly confessed. "Though it took me a while to find something I thought might be interesting to watch. Most of the stuff he had looked pretty gross to me," she stated blushing furiously.

"Only because you haven't tried most of it!" Beverly teased her. "Maybe if you did, it wouldn't be!"

Even the set looked similar to the series, and though the girls were made up to look a little like the stars on "Friends" it was evident this was just a hard core parody of it, especially when the three women suddenly found "Ross's stash of dirty magazines, as well as a box of interesting toys he had hidden away inside the closet."

Both Marsha and Jackie burst out laughing simultaneously when the really busty blonde made up to look a lot like Phoebe pulled out a vibrating egg, looked at it curiously for a moment and tossed it aside.

"Why would Ross have all these cat and dog toys hidden away in his closet for?" she asked questioningly to the other two.

"Phoebe, sweetie," Monica explained holding up a rather large double dildo waving it. "This isn't a dog bone," she said grinning.

"Well what the hell is it then?" she questioned curiously.

"Rachel? Maybe we should show her what it is...what do you think?" The busty brunette turned asking the Rachel character.

"Yeah...maybe we should!" Then the two girls immediately began stripping as Phoebe looked on somewhat aghast.

"Oh my God! You mean to tell me it's laundry day already?"

#

Obviously Kimberly and Beverly had thought the sudden burst of laughter coming from Marsha and Jackie almost simultaneously had had something to do with the movie, so they didn't question it immediately. On screen, Rachel and Monica began showing Phoebe what the so-called dog and cat toys were really used for.

"I should have brought mine!" Beverly quipped jokingly, though half actually suggesting it.

"Don't you dare!" Jackie said seeing the look on Marsha's face, but it was already too late.

"Hell, we really should, Jackie has been all evening!" she said squealing on her friend.

"Marsha! You promised!"

"I did no such thing!" she answered back.

"What the hell are you two talking about?" Kimberly asked now highly curious.

"Go on Jackie," Marsha challenged her, "show them...and then tell them what you've been up to, today!"

#

Normally, Jackie would have been embarrassed, but she also wouldn't have put herself in this position before either, so in a way as she thought about it later, she'd been asking for something like this to happen. But the thing that Jackie noticed almost immediately, was how aroused she was as she sat there actually considering showing them. Maybe because she had been sitting there the entire time with the toy pleasurably teasing her, that she was so highly aroused, but the moment she actually thought about showing them, even if they were her just her friends, she was suddenly extremely aroused with just the thought of that.

And unlike before with Marsha in the kitchen, this time when she stood, Jackie peeled not only her jeans down, but her panties along with them as well, even further surprising, yet delighting her friends, including Marsha whose look was one of absolute surprised shock that she actually did so.

"Holly fuck Jackie!" Kimberly exclaimed giving vocalization to what each one of them was thinking. "You really have been!"

Jackie continued to surprise herself, half naked now, she kicked off her jeans entirely, once again taking a seat on the couch, the movie for the moment forgotten even though the "boys" had stumbled in and were falling all over themselves while trying to peek around the corner of the door into the bedroom where the three girls now wrestled with one another on the bed.

The fact that she was sitting like that, even though it was in front of three girls, all of them her friends, still sent a delightful shiver of excitement coursing through her as her three friends sat there silently looking at her.

"Wish to hell I'd brought mine!" Marsha finally said breaking the silence. "I haven't even used it in well over a year!"

They had in fact purchased them together. Though like Marsha, Jackie had only tried it out once or twice before now.

"I have others...if you're seriously interested," she said letting the suggestion hang there as her three friends sat looking back and forth between one another, each one of them wondering perhaps if someone else would actually decide to take Jackie's offer, all wanting to by the looks on their faces, yet hesitant in doing so.

"Suit yourselves," Jackie said when no one spoke, each one of them obviously too embarrassed to admit to their thoughts. Boldly, Jackie placed her legs beneath her, bent at the knee, spreading her legs one hand suddenly dropping down between them in order to better caress and fondle her now fully exposed clit, the other hand only then reaching down to the hem of her tee shirt, pulling and lifting it over the top of her head until she now sat entirely naked, her girlfriends still sitting there open-mouthed looking at her.

"Where the hell do you keep them?" Marsha asked suddenly standing, and as she did so, she too pulled her own tee shirt up and over her head, reaching back undoing the clasp of her bra which she then allowed to fall down her arms and on the floor where she stood.

"Top drawer of my dresser," Jackie giggled hotly. "Why don't you just bring them all in, and then if these two shy friends of ours decide to get over their inhibitions, they can maybe find something to amuse themselves with."

Seeing Marsha head off in the direction of the bedroom, now nude herself, Beverly shrugged, stood up and immediately began to undress. As she did, Kimberly too quickly began doing the same so that by the time Marsha came back out carrying several naughty toys with her that Jackie had collected, they were all just as equally horny and anxious to use them as Jackie had been doing.

Jackie had certainly seen Marsha naked before as they had gone out and tried on new clothes together, but certainly never like this, nor had Marsha in fact seen Jackie so openly displayed the way that she was either. Kimberly was indeed a real redhead, a sprinkling of light faint freckles across her firm breasts gave them a very sexy little girl look to them, and the fact she was the smallest breasted amongst them just slightly smaller than she herself was, gave them a very enticing and erotic look.

"You really have cute boobies!" Jackie smiled openly looking at them.

Kimberly blushed, though she immediately placed one of her hands on one of them caressing herself. "Thank you," she continued to color. "And they're damn sensitive too," she admitted. "I've even made myself cum just playing with them!"

"Kimberly!" Beverly exclaimed in mocked surprise. "You never told me that!"

"You never asked," she said grinning, though she now began playing with her nipples even more than she had been as though trying to prove it to her.

Likewise, Jackie had never seen Beverly naked up until now either. Beverly had the largest boobs of the group, even larger than Marsha's were, though hers were easily a double, if not triple D cup. They fell heavily against her chest, which Jackie found interesting to watch as she lifted one, holding it, and then flicking her tongue out licking her nipple.

"Damn, wish I could do that!" Kimberly complained, but her boobs were simply too small to hold up and be able to reach though she made the attempt and failed while trying to do so."

Laughing, Marsha leaned over taking her by surprise, licking it for her instead, causing her to moan though she now continued to hold her own breast while Marsha did so.

"Now this party's getting really interesting!" Jackie once again laughed, finding it deliciously wicked to be sitting there masturbating herself while watching all of her friends now doing the same. Each one had selected one toy of one kind or another, Marsha almost immediately selecting Jackie's favorite, which was a fairly thick flesh colored latex prick that was bent slightly at the end with lots of little knobbies on it that she enjoyed feeling whenever she used it.

Beverly had chosen two, one a very slim vibrator which she held against her clit, the other more of a dildo that one could use to sit on and fuck themselves with. This, she merely pressed inside, slow fucking herself with it while she continued teasing her hard little clit with the other.

Kimberly preferred her own hands, though she continued fondling her own tits even after Marsha had quit sucking them herself, she hand patted her pussy, pinching her clit between her fingers, or merely easing one to two fingers inside periodically fucking herself with them.

"I can't believe we're all sitting here doing this!" Beverly exclaimed excitedly, her attention along with everyone else's now watching one another with only the occasional glimpse back at the movie, even though it had turned into a virtual orgy of sorts by now with the three girls and three men all over one another in the bed together.

Even watching her friends cum was interesting, more so than she could have ever imagined in fact. Marsha was the first to do so, her face screwing up in a tight grimace as though she were in pain, her pleasured orgasm beginning, silently at first, only towards the end as it rolled over the peak of her ecstasy did she allow herself to audibly sigh.

Beverly was completely the opposite, which also surprised her, though she enjoyed watching her friend cum with a great deal of enthusiastic delight, just as she was.

"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Fuck that feels good!" Beverly announced, no longer inhibited or shy about what she was feeling, or even what she was now doing to herself either as she bounced wildly up and down in the chair she'd been sitting in, now using the dildo the way it was originally intended, still holding the other vibrator against her clit as she did so. "Oh yeah, fucking gonna cum...gonna cum...gonna cum!" she announced loudly, not caring that everyone knew it now, and actually enjoying the sensation of that while they all sat watching her do so, including Marsha who was already striving towards a second one now herself.

"Oh yeah...do it! Do it!" Kimberly urged, climaxing almost simultaneously now as her best friend did so, though she also held her breath, her own face a glassy-eyed look now as she stared at Beverly, climaxing just as Beverly began doing so.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Here it comes!" she wailed, and then filled the air with her high ear-piercing scream of delight that caused both Jackie as well as Marsha to giggle as they sat watching her.

Each one of her friends had climaxed, though Marsha had now done so twice.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Jackie responded to Marsha's simple question though she knew what she was asking of course.

"You're the one who started all this you know," she said slyly.

For the first time since all this had begun, Jackie now actually felt shy, though for good reason.

"So what gives?" Marsha questioned seeing her friends hesitation, obviously though she'd continued to masturbate, and had enjoyed doing it, she had purposely held off from allowing herself to climax.

"I um uh...make a rather big mess when I do."

"What do you mean?" Bev asked now curiously interested.

"I bet I know!" Kimberly giggled, and then Marsha caught on as to what she was eluding to.

"You squirt don't you!" Marsha said suddenly, her excitement coming through in her words. "I've seen a few women do it in movies, but have never actually seen anyone do it for real!' 

Though her face had turned crimson with the acknowledgement that she did, she now felt herself hovering on the edge of excitement, especially by the way all three of her friends now openly expressed the desire to witness it, watching her as she did so.

Whatever inhibitions she might have once held suddenly melted away. The fires of her desire, that sense of naughty exhibitionism that she had suddenly begun to enjoy after having witnessed the young woman in the mall suddenly seized her, those slow burning embers that had been inside her all day, suddenly bursting to life with the thought of masturbating herself in front of her friends, watching them watching her as she squirted, which she very often did, especially when she was as highly aroused as she was now.

"Just be aware," she said grinning, "if you get too close, you're apt to get soaked when I cum!"

"Really?" Beverly said honestly curious about it.

"Yeah...really!" Jackie said, and then began patting her pussy mound hard, the way she enjoyed doing whenever she wanted to have a really good, really intense little squirt.

Marsha sat nearly as close as Beverly was, though Kimberly too hung over her friends shoulder, each one of them staring intently at her pussy while Jackie pleasured herself.

"Wanna help?" she asked looking at Marsha, the look on her face beyond lust. "I always squirt harder if I've got a finger worming around inside while I'm doing this," she told them.

"Fuck yes!" Marsha said, "Just tell me what you want me to do!"

With the help of Marsha's finger twirling around inside her cunt, Jackie continued to pat-slap her clit, sometimes holding onto it, pinching it, jerking it up and down as though it were a man's prick as she jerked herself off.

"Never thought of doing it that way before!" Kimberly exclaimed excitedly, "I'm going to have to try that!"

"Oh yeah, any moment now," Jackie warned, giving them their only real warning that she was about to climax, though her facial expression said it all when she began to, her eyes having closed, though she fought to keep them open, excited to watch, not only watch herself as she squirted, but excited to actually see the expressions on her friends faces when she did.

"Now!" she cried out, and then began to squirt, the first ejaculate a quick little precursor to the one right behind it that suddenly streamed out of her cunt like someone had turned on a faucet.

"Holly fucking shit!" Marsha exclaimed in pure wonder saying what both Beverly as well as Kimberly were thinking themselves.

#

It was Saturday. Jackie had slept in, though she'd been lying there for the better part of a half hour reliving their wild little party the night before. She had indeed surprised her friends, but they had also surprised her to some extent as well, openly masturbating in front of one another the way that they had, promising to do so again, each one of them actually looking forward to it in fact, and especially in watching Jackie make herself squirt once again, which she had thoroughly enjoyed doing for them. Which is probably why it had been one of the biggest and longest ones she'd ever experienced before too as she lay there thinking about it. 

Dressing, she had made plans to meet up with Marsha later to do some shopping. Her first stop being at a particular little lingerie store where she bought the majority of her most intimate apparel.

Though she had planned on meeting Marsha there just before noon, after which they would continue on with their shopping as well as taking in lunch together, she decided to go a little earlier, browse around some while she waited and perhaps try on a few more things until Marsha arrived.

And though that's what she told herself as she dressed and prepared to head out, she held in the back of her mind the thought that if the situation felt right, or presented itself, she might see what it was like to "accidentally" flash someone too. She knew from previous experience, even though it was indeed a lingerie store, it was in fact a very sexy one, and because of that, did on occasion have a few men who weren't so nervously squeamish who came in to find something for their respective wives or girl friends.

Jackie had worn a fairly short skirt, one of her favorite thongs, and a blouse she could easily slip in and out of. She'd chosen to wear a bra this time as well, though her intent in doing so having additional purposes as she thought about it.

Jackie soon after arrived at the intimate little store, and was glad to see that Susan one of the women she knew fairly well was working there. Jackie also noticed as she entered, that there were only a few people inside, though sadly, none of them at the moment where men. Jackie browsed, shopped, found a few items she decided to try on when Susan finally managed to break away from the woman she'd been helping and approached her.

"Hey Jackie, nice to see you again."

"You too Susan!" Jackie said actually giving the clerk a brief quick hug.

"Help you find anything today?" Susan asked.

"Trying on a few bras for starters," she told the woman. "Wanted to try something a bit more sexy for a change," she said holding up a few she had selected. "That and some matching panties," she added.

"Sure thing," Susan said directing her towards the row of dressing booths along one wall.

Jackie had already noticed the very first stall was open, which it usually always was as most women preferred not to use it as it was the closest to where everyone browsed or shopped.

"This one," Jackie said sliding open the curtain, "I'm waiting for a friend of mine to get here," she added by way of explanation, "so I can sort of keep an eye out for her while I'm trying on a few things."

Susan nodded, but then cautioned her as well. "Just keep an eye on the curtain," she advised. "It's not that difficult to see into this stall from the floor if you know what I mean..." she said with a conspiratorial wink. 




Dangerous Games



Jackie entered the changing booth and immediately slipped out of her blouse and skirt, she took her time trying on a few bras, and had Susan exchange a few for her while she did so. She was beginning to give up on the idea of actually flashing anyone since no men had entered the store since she'd arrived when she stood peering out pretending to be waiting on Marsha who she knew was still a good twenty minutes from coming yet. As she did, she saw a nice looking middle-aged man actually walk into the store. As he stood several feet away somewhat nervously pawing through a selection of rather revealing negligees, Jackie took that moment to call Susan over to her, once again exchanging a couple of bras for another style. Accepting them from her, Jackie closed the curtain, though not fully this time leaving a wide enough gap that should anyone happen to glance over towards where she was, they could see her if they indeed stood in a certain position. Likewise, as Jackie stood in front of the mirror looking at herself, she could also see out, hoping and waiting, when sure enough she saw without revealing that she had, the same man suddenly stop looking up and over towards her, though he too was just as careful about doing so as she was in watching him. Jackie reached back around behind herself undoing the bra she'd been trying on, but rather than putting on another, she now took that opportunity to remove the thong she'd been wearing as well. She soon after slipped on a particular pair of laced panties, admiring how they looked on her as she stood in front of the mirror bare breasted. She was pleased to see the guy was still standing there watching her, though pretending to sort through several items on the rack, many of which he had three and four times pushed by while pretending to stand there looking at them.

Jackie was startled slightly when Susan suddenly poked her head in around the curtain. "How's it going?" she asked.

"Great!" Jackie responded having once again fitted on another bra as she stood looking at herself in the mirror, wondering as she did if her voyeuristic friend would still be there when Susan left.

"And like I said, be careful of the curtain, there is a guy just standing a few feet away outside here," she said softly.

"No worries," Jackie said smiling at her. "I know him, so no big deal, you don't have to worry about him," she lied, though she saw the relieved expression on Susan's face when she told her that.

"Oh, good...in that case," she nodded her head knowingly. "Just thought I saw him looking over here a few times, thought maybe you should know."

"Well like I said, no big deal at all, nothing to worry about."

Susan soon after left, but much to her disappointment, the guy was no longer standing there either. She peeked her head around the curtain, spotted him standing a few feet away from her, though he also appeared to be heading back in her direction. Jackie once again opened the curtain slightly, and once again slid off the bra she'd tried on and prepared to try on another pair of panties as well, this time a bright pair of red ones.

Jackie quickly glanced at her watch. She knew that Marsha would be arriving any moment now. If she was actually going to do this, "it was now or never," she thought. She waited a moment more, saw the guy once again standing in her line of sight, and cupped her breast within her hand. Out of the corner of her eye, even with the distance that separated them, she could see the surprised expression on his face as he stood there watching her. He started to move away in fact, which is when she lowered her hand down between her legs, openly fingering herself as she stood there. She was pleased to once again see him stop, fidget with a few clothing items for a moment, look about, and then step even more closely over towards her as she stood there now even more obviously finger-fucking herself.

Her heart was beating wildly. And though she'd assured Susan that the guy posed no threat to her, there was still the chance that she could return at any moment to once again check on her. So she knew her time was precious and that most likely she had very little of it, but she also realized that the guy would in fact give her, her first real warning that someone was approaching. Placing one leg upon the bench now, Jackie knew without any doubt that she was opening herself even more widely than she had been. Her lips swollen, her cunt spread as she held it apart with her hand, her other hand now fingering her hard little knot, rubbing it back and forth swiftly now as she actually felt the first beginnings of an orgasm actually approach. As she did, she looked up directly into the mirror for the first time, locking on his eyes with hers as he stood there watching her. She smiled, still fingering her slit, letting him become aware that she knew he had been watching her. The expression on his face priceless as she climaxed, humping her fingers now, feeling the wetness begin along with the first pleasured squirt of her spray which shot out arching across the distance to the mirror, splashing against it.

It was barely a moment after that, that she saw him glance over in another direction and suddenly walk away. She knew then that someone was nearby, grabbing her own thong to put back on even as a small trickle of her spending ran down the mirror in front of her. All she could do at the moment was move over standing in front of it, expecting to see Susan once again peeking her head in around the side of the partially open curtain. And though she didn't, Marsha did.

"Hey sweetie, Susan told me you were here already, find anything you like?"

"A few things yes, but...I need you to do me a favor."

"What's that?"

"I had a tiny little accident, would you mind asking Susan for a paper towel and perhaps a bottle of Windex or something?"

Marsha looked at her questionably, but nodded her head and soon after disappeared quickly returning with the paper towels and spray. By then Jackie had finished dressing. Handing Marsha the few things she'd brought in with her to return, she told her to take them back to Susan while she finished up, quickly spraying and wiping down the mirror in the few extra moments that she had.

Even Susan gave her a curious look as they came to the cash register to pay for the selected items she'd chosen.

"Unexpected girl problem," she said whispering to her, receiving a knowing look back from her. "Nothing to worry about though," she added reassuring her.

They soon after left the store with the intent to wander on down towards the eatery for lunch. 

"Girl problem?" Marsha asked curiously. 

"Well, for me anyway," Jackie teased without telling her seeing the confused expression on her face. "Wait here for a second," she quickly added spotting the guy who'd been watching her now coming out of the store himself, parcel in hand. He immediately saw the two women standing there together looking at him as he did so. Jackie smiled. He smiled back, and then she took Marsha's arm in hers and led her away.

"What the hell was that all about?" she asked.

"I'll tell you about it over lunch," Jackie said grinning adding a suspicious wink to that statement as they walked.

#

"You didn't!" 

"Oh yeah, I did!"

"You mean to tell me you actually stood there and finger fucked yourself while he watched you?"

"Could you say it a little louder Marsha? I'm not sure everyone heard you," Jackie responded, seeing the look on the man and woman's face who were sitting across from them, though hers was one of mild disgust, and his one of obvious amusement.

Marsha quickly lowered her voice as they spoke, or rather as Jackie leaned forward sharing with her all the naughty intimate details.

"Ok, I can sort of understand what happened yesterday, but here you are again today doing the same thing. What's up with that?"

"To be honest with you Marsha, I really don't know. All I do know is that I've never been this aroused before, something about doing that, letting someone see me when I know there isn't a damn thing they can really say or do about it, but sit there any enjoy themselves. So I sort of understand now why that young woman I watched enjoyed doing it. I know what it was she was feeling, because I'm feeling it too."

The couple who'd been sitting next to them now stood, "I'll be right back," she told her husband just before heading off in the direction of the restrooms. "I'll meet you out front," she added and then turned and walked off. He soon gathered up a few of their obvious purchases, and then turned walking by their table.

"Wish to hell I'd been that guy," he said in passing, smiled at the two of them and then continued on his way.

Marsha's mouth was hanging open. Jackie was smiling, "You're drooling," she told her friend.

"Unfucking believable!" Marsha finally spoke shaking her head.

"Try it, you might like it," Jackie dared her.

"Oh yeah...right!" Marsha said. "What do you want me to do? Spread my legs?"

"Only if you're not wearing any panties," she shot back somewhat seriously. "Though if we're going to do that, I know a much better place."

"We?"

"Come on...get up, we need to go into the restroom first!"

"We?" Marsha asked once again, though she followed Jackie still shaking her head as she did so.

#

It just so happened that as the girls walked into the women's restroom, the woman who had been sitting across from them was at the sink washing her hands. She cast them a disgusted look as they entered.

"Hey!" Marsha spoke seeing her expression. "Don't be looking at us like that, take a look at your own husband, he's the one with the hard-on right now, so why don't you take him home and do something about it, you can send us a thank you card later."

In a huff, the woman quickly exited the restroom leaving the two of them alone.

"Think she will?"

"Not likely," Marsha answered. "If anything, she'll probably give him an earful instead, and miss a great fuck because of it!"

"You're probably right," Jackie agreed, and then switched gears almost immediately. "Now...take off your bra as well as your panties."

"You're actually serious about this."

"I am, now do it," as Jackie quite easily slipped off her own stuffing them into her purse afterwards.

"All set?"

"You're crazy...you know that?" Marsha told her.

"Maybe, but you're my crazy friend too...now, let's go look at some shoes!"

#

They had both selected several pairs to try on, the young male clerk anxious to wait on them, obviously finding both women very attractive so that he was eager to serve them as they tried on different pairs of shoes.

"I'm not sure I can do this," Marsha admitted nervously after he'd gone off to find their size.

"Just take it slow and easy, that's half the fun," Jackie told her. "Which is why I suggested to you to take off your bra, you're the one with the big tits anyway, and with the blouse you're wearing, it should be easy enough for you to lean over just enough to give the sweet kid a nice friendly peek down your blouse while he's helping you. Try that for starters."

"Still can't believe you talked me into doing this."

"Oh yeah, it was really hard. You took off your panties faster than you did for Jack Peterson back in high school!"

"Shh, he's coming back," Marsha stated though she poked Jackie in the ribs as she said it.

"Here we go," the young kid said kneeling on the ground before them helping Marsha as he placed the shoe on her foot, rocking back on his own leg for balance looking up at her expectantly. "How's that feel?" he asked.

Marsha leaned over as though examining where her toe ended against the point of the shoe. As expected, her blouse ballooned open in front, there was no way the young kid couldn't have seen her breasts, every bit of them in fact as he knelt there. Jackie held her smile, pretending interest in the look and the fit of Marsha's shoe as she went on examining it, though she too was well aware that her breasts were all but fully exposed.

"I don't know...what do you think?" she asked him. "That about where they should be?"

"Um...uh, what? Oh yeah...yeah, that's pretty much where they should be alright," he said forcing his eyes away from her breasts once again back down on her toes, though Jackie had enjoyed seeing him staring at them, pretending not to. "I can try another size though if you'd like to see how they feel."

"That would be nice, thank you," Marsha said and waited until he was out of earshot. "You think he got a good enough look?" she wondered grinning.

"Oh yeah, for a minute there I think he was going to start drooling. Now, time to give him an even better show, you up for it?" Jackie asked.

Marsha was grinning broadly now. "I sort of see what you mean," she admitted nodding her head. "It really is sort of intoxicating isn't it?" she said. "Knowing that someone can see you, but pretending you don't know that they can."

"Even better when after all that, you let them know that you did," Jackie informed her knowingly.

"Ok, let's try these on," the clerk said setting down another pair of shoes, then adding, "I can bring over another clerk if you don't want to wait," he said speaking to Jackie.

"Oh no...take your time, we're in no hurry here," she told him, and then spread her legs slightly as though making herself more comfortable, re-crossing her legs as she did so, his eyes very much aware of the movement as well as the brief quick discovery that Jackie indeed wasn't wearing any panties.

Once again he helped Marsha slip on a different size shoe. Knowing what Jackie had just done, she too positioned herself as though attempting to look at her shoe from the side, spreading her legs slightly as she sat directly in front of the clerk, leaning over a bit.

"What do you think Jackie? You like the way it looks?" she asked bending her foot, though she had also spread herself wide open for a moment in doing so, the clerks gaze now glued to the lips of her exposed pussy.

"I like the way it looks, what do you think...Brian?" Jackie said pausing, catching his look as he turned towards her, his face reddening as it did. "You like the way it looks?" she asked grinning at him.

"Ah...looks?" he asked somewhat bewildered. "Oh...yes, yes. I think it fits her very well," he stammered out obviously very flustered at the moment.

Jackie had taken a moment to remove her own shoe, trying on a similar style herself, examining it. "And what about this one?" she asked. "About the right size? Or would you suggest something larger?"

She had uncrossed her legs once again as she lifted her foot so that the clerk could examine the shoes himself, removing it, but given a breathtaking view of her exposed cunt in the process. "Maybe even a bit smaller," he suggested, his voice sounding oddly different as he spoke. "I think I have it in a size down from this," he offered. "be right back."

He had turned quickly even angling off to one side as he walked away ensuring that his back remained towards them as he went out back into the stock room.

"I think he's got one," Jackie laughed.

"Ya think?" Marsha agreed. "Hell, if that bulge had gotten any bigger, he could have used it for a shoe horn without even using his hands!" she laughed.

"I bet he would have liked that too," Jackie added, "which makes me wonder."

"Wonder what?"

Jackie quickly pulled a piece of paper out of her purse and scribbled something on it.

"What are you doing?" Marsha asked.

"You'll see," Jackie grinned, and then hurriedly placed it up and between her legs.

"What the fuck are you doing? What does it say?"

"Shh, here he comes," Jackie warned her friend.

Once again Brian knelt down between the two women, took a new shoe out of the box.

"I'm sorry, we didn't have that one in a smaller size, but we did have this one, and it's in a very similar style. It's actually been a more popular shoe even." He quickly reached for her foot, lifting, which she allowed him to do, placing it on looking at it. Jackie waited, his eyes only then beginning to glance upwards as she slowly opened her legs.

"Yeah that does look nice doesn't it? What do you think Brian?"

He was obviously looking at the note, his face coloring, his eyes suddenly wide open in surprise. He looked up at her directly catching her grin. "Holy shit!" he said lowering his voice, averting his eyes as his face turned scarlet. Jackie giggled.

"No reason to be embarrassed Brian, if we didn't enjoy you looking, you wouldn't be, and we wouldn't enjoy seeing how aroused you certainly are now either!"

Brian automatically looked down at his own crotch, there was no denying it, it was too obvious that he did indeed have an erection.

"Here's the deal," Jackie said continuing. "We both like the shoes, so we're probably going to get them, provided you show us a little cock first, or rather show us your nice big hard cock first. Or...we can walk out and get them someplace else. So, what's it going to be Brian, a nice naughty fun little sale? Or no?"

Brian did a quick look around the store, everyone else was still busy and thus otherwise occupied. He continued to kneel in front of the girls, but his hand was already busy unzipping his pants, freeing his prick, which he now allowed to poke out through his fly easily exposing himself and showing off his erection.

"Oh very nice," Marsha added once again leaning over, pretending to be fooling around with the shoe she had on, her breasts once again hanging down right in front of his face. "Have a nice long look," she whispered, as her hand reached out wrapping itself around his hard stiff prick. "Think I can make you cum?" She asked wondering.

Brian's eyes once again lit up, there was a moment's hesitation. "As long as you hurry," he told her, and as long as one of you at least keeps an eye out," he added obviously nervous.

Jackie laughed, "Go for it, Marsha, I'll keep watch!"

Brian continued to kneel, Marsha's hand a busy blur around his dick as she continued to lean over stroking it, her breasts clearly revealed, even spreading her legs a little so that he could enjoy that view as well if he wished to.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum," he announced, once again worriedly looking about, though Jackie was already ahead of him, lifting up the shoe box scrunching a great deal of tissue towards one end of it. "Let her rip," she giggled giving him a place to aim. Brian's prick suddenly exploded, his ejaculations squirting hard thick and strong into the tissued paper of the box. The moment he was finished, his hand stuffing his prick back inside his pants, Jackie only then replacing the lid sitting up.

"We'll take the shoes, but I think we're gonna need another box," she told him.

They walked out of the store carrying their shoes smiles on their faces, as they'd even gotten an additional employee discount added on to the sale.

"So tell me, what did the note say anyway?"

"Didn't say anything, I just drew him a smiley face," Jackie grinned as they soon after left the mall together.

#

They soon after slid into Jackie's car, turned facing one another and burst out laughing.

"I'm so fucking horny I can't even see straight!" Marsha admitted. "I don't mind telling you Jackie, at first I was really skeptical about all this, but now...I see why you enjoy doing it. It's fucking hot!"

As she spoke, she didn't even realize she had slipped her hand down between her own legs feeling the wetness.

"Keep doing that," Jackie told her as she started the engine, "Stay nice and horny for the drive back."

"To your place I hope," Marsha told her. 

Jackie looked in her rear view mirror, saw another truck coming up behind them with a couple of young men inside.

"What are you doing?" Marsha suddenly asked.




Dangerous Games



Jackie had undone her blouse, her breasts now fully exposed. "Play with them," Jackie told her simply. "Come on Marsha, reach over and play with them." She hadn't told Marsha why yet, pleased when she simply began doing so as she slowed coming up to the light which had turned red, changing lanes quickly as she did so. As she'd hoped, the truck soon pulled up alongside of them. Only then did Marsha realize what Jackie had done and nearly sat up.

"No don't!" Jackie exclaimed. "That's the whole point, see if they look over at us," she said giggling.

Sure enough the driver did, immediately informing his buddy who was sitting next to him who was now craning his own neck over in order to look down. Marsha's hand was still cupping Jackie's tit fondling it as the two of them sat there together waiting for the light to change.

"Go on, show them yours," Jackie urged. 

Letting go of Jackie's breast, Marsha simply pulled her blouse up and over her enormous breasts freeing and revealing them both much to the delight of the two young men in the truck sitting next to them as the light turned green. They drove slowly along side for as long as they could gawking at the two women all the way to the next light when Jackie finally slid over into the left hand turn lane at the last moment, leaving their two excited friends disappointed as they sped off in another direction.

As they turned however Marsha noticed the truck speed down the road suddenly, making an illegal "U" turn.

"Ah oh," Marsha said nervously. "They just turned around!"

Jackie made an immediate right hand turn into another strip mall parking lot pulling around the side of a convenience bank essentially doubling back on themselves. Marsha had recovered her breasts, though Jackie's remained fully exposed as she drove. Pulling around, they reentered the street seeing the boy's truck just then making a right hand turn onto the street they had just left ahead of them. Jackie turned left heading off in the direction the boys had originally been heading in.

"Ok, that was a little scary," Marsha managed to breathe a bit more calmly.

"Not really," Jackie assured her. "Just a couple of horny kids hoping for a bit more," she said confidently.

"Just the same, I think I've had enough excitement for one day, or at least until we get back to your place," she added once again smiling.

In the event the boys doubled back looking for them, Jackie took the first main road turning left once again though she was in an area she normally didn't drive through as they began making their way back to her place. It was only a minute or so after she had done that that she heard the "whoop whoop" of a police siren pulling up closely behind them at the same time the driver hit his lights informing her to pull over.

"Holy fuck!" Marsha exclaimed worriedly. "Now what?" Glancing over towards Jackie, she only then realized her friends tits were still showing. "Fuck Jackie!"

"I know, I know," Jackie said remaining calm, "Don't worry."

She found a safe spot to pull over, doing so, and quickly re-buttoned a majority of the buttons on her blouse before she saw the officer get out of his car and begin walking towards her.

He approached the window looking in at the two of them. "License and registration please," he said without showing any sort of emotion, friendly or otherwise.

Jackie quickly produced both documents and handed them to him through the window. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked smiling at him.

"You were doing forty-five in a thirty-five," he informed her as he stood looking at her license.

"Oh, I'm sorry," Jackie began, "I don't normally drive home this way," she added. "I must have missed the sign. Isn't there anyway you can overlook it this once?" she asked as she fingered the topmost button of her blouse that wasn't already undone as he stood there looking at her as she popped it open revealing even more cleavage than she was already showing as it was.

"Lady? Are you trying to bribe a police officer?" he asked a bit more sternly.

"Bribe? No. Entice...maybe yes," she said smiling even more broadly than she had been.

"Wait here," he said simply, then turned heading back to his cruiser.

"Are you fucking nuts?" Marsha finally burst looking at Jackie. "You trying to get us arrested?"

"For undoing a button? I don't think there's any law against doing that," Jackie told her. "And besides, he's really cute."

"Yeah, and probably married too," Marsha continued scolding her.

"Relax Marsha, I don't have a single solitary ticket of any kind, so even if this ends up being my first one, I seriously doubt they're going to haul us in for my flirting with him over it."

"I'm not sure he'll look at your showing him your tits as simple flirting," Marsha said looking over the back seat, and then sighed even more concerned. "Oh great, he has a friend with him, and now they've both gotten out!" she said even more irritated now.

"Relax Marsha!" Jackie stated once again as both cops approached her car on either side now, one soon after leaning and looking in through Marsha's window making her even more nervous as he stood there staring at her.

"I really should site you," the first officer spoke handing Jackie back her license and registration. "But I am curious, what exactly did you mean?" He asked her further without saying more.

Jackie looked at the name just above the badge he was wearing on his chest. "Officer Wright is it?" she asked.

"Yes mam," he confirmed.

"All I meant by that was, that I really am sorry for speeding. Like I said, I'm not that familiar with this area for one. But for two, I really did think you were cute, and was sort of wondering if you were married or not."

"Jackie!" Marsha suddenly blurted no longer able to sit there with her mouth shut. But then both cops laughed still looking in at them.

"Told you they were harmless, and both were damn good looking Jim," Officer Wright spoke saying to him.

"Well you were certainly right about that!" Jim agreed now smiling at Marsha who suddenly found herself smiling back at him.

"I'm still trying to decide if I should site you or not though," Officer Wright said smiling at her.

"Would one more button help you decide?" Jackie asked grinning at him.

"It might," the officer laughed. "Might help me decide to let you go and ask you out," he added quickly. "And what about your friend there?" he added curiously. "She single too?"

"She is, but that's obviously up to her to decide," Jackie said easily, glancing over towards Marsha, though you'll notice, she doesn't have any buttons, except maybe for the two pressing against the front of her blouse," Jackie added noticing the sudden twin little protrusions that had suddenly appeared there.

And that again caused both officers to laugh, even causing Marsha to giggle far more relaxed now than she had been.

Jackie popped another button open all but baring her entire breast now as she did. Officer Wright coughed, his face suddenly showing color. "Wow, I must say, you do indeed have really nice..."

"Tits?" Jackie giggled flirting openly with him now. "Thank you," she added quickly, "but Marsha here has nicer boobs than I do...much nicer. Show them Marsha!" Jackie said startling her friend.

"Yeah, show us Marsha," Jim said joining in. "And I think that will be more than enough to satisfy any ticket here," he added grinning at her.

To Jackie's surprise and delight, not to mention the two officers, she did, once again lifting her blouse up and over her enormous breasts revealing them completely to the two officers.

"Oh yeah, I think that more than covers the offense don't you Jim?" Officer Wright stated.

"Oh yeah, couldn't agree more," he added. "In fact, I think we now owe them something in fact, like a nice dinner or evening out or something if these two are interested that is."

"I certainly am," Jackie grinned.

"Ditto, me too!" Marsha responded still sitting there with her large breasts exposed.

They quickly exchanged phone numbers and set something up for the following Friday night.

"Ah you need my address?" Jackie asked as the two men started to walk away.

"Already have it," he grinned smiling back at her. "But...please, watch the speed limit on your way home," he added. "Drive safely."

"Oh...I will," Jackie waved.

"Oh, and it might be a good idea to button your blouse up again too," he added. "Don't want you causing any accidents either."

"Or having some young teenage kids running themselves off the road either," Marsha said whispering towards her. "So, can we go home now?" Marsha pleaded. "Even after all this...I'm still horny!"

Jackie laughed. "Yeah, me too. And by the way, did you catch his name?"

Marsha thought for a moment, and then laughed. 

"You've been telling me that I've been spending too much time looking for Mr. Right, maybe I just wasn't spelling it correctly!" she added

"Yeah well, that still remains to be seen, but if nothing else, maybe you'll get a nice fuck-buddy out of all this if nothing else."

"Speaking of which, we need to make one more stop before heading home speaking of fuck-buddies."

"What do you mean?"

"We drained all the batteries the other night," Jackie giggled. "And I have a feeling we're going to need fresh ones."

"Fine, just promise to keep your tits covered and your legs closed this time. I'm horny enough as it is, don't think I need any more stimulation than I've already had today."

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"Look, there's one of those dollar stores over there," Jackie informed Marsha pulling into the lot. "Whenever I need a good supply of fresh batteries I always come to one of these," she told her.

As they browsed around in the store Jackie spotted someone she thought she vaguely recognized.

"Marsha? Isn't that Shawn Edwards?"

"Gee, I don't know, it might be!" she said, "Go over and find out, it looks like he works here...ask him where the batteries are."

Jackie had in fact dated Shawn during high school and had gotten fairly serious about him until he'd informed her of his plans to enter the service upon graduating, which he had done, which is when she also eventually met and then married her ex-husband shortly after that.

"Wish to hell I'd waited for Shawn to get back instead of marrying Frank," Jackie told her as the two of them stood still trying to figure out if it really was him or not.

"Yeah, but then you probably wouldn't have met good old Mr. Wright remember?" Marsha said reminding her friend that they'd just met two guys, and police officers to boot that they'd already set up a date with.

"Yeah, well we'll see how that goes on the weekend. At the moment, I need to find out if that's really Shawn!"

As she slowly approached him where he stood straightening the shelves she grew more and more certain that it was him. Certainly far more mature looking now than she last remembered seeing him, and wishing as she neared that she'd done more with him than she had. They had indeed fooled around a few times, once at his place, twice at hers, not to mention countless petting sessions in the back seat of his car, though they had never gone all the way back then.

"Shawn?" she questioned as she finally reached him. "Shawn Edwards?"

His grin split his face the moment he saw her. She hadn't changed all that much after all she was grateful to say.

"Jackie? Is that really you?" He said actually embracing her briefly. "My God, how many years has it been anyway?"

"Too many I'm afraid. You work here now huh?"

"Actually, I manage an entire chain of these," he said grinning at her.

"Oh that's nice!" Jackie said sounding impressed.

"What are you doing here anyway?"

"Well actually, Marsha and I are here to get some batteries."

"You don't mean Marsha, Marsha now do you?" he asked remembering Jackie's best friend though he'd cupped his hands as though lifting up a large pair of breasts, which is how the two of them had always referred to her even back then.

"Yep, that's the one," she answered back smiling. "And they're every bit as big as they where back then too!" she added with an additional giggle. 

Just then Shawn spotted Marsha as she stood down the aisle looking at them and waved her over. Shawn quickly gave Marsha a friendly hug as well the moment she'd joined them. "Let me tell Debbie we'll be upstairs in my office if she needs me," he told the two of them, and then hurried off pointing out the doorway towards the back. "Go on up, I'll meet the two of you up there," he stated before disappearing.

"Well this is certainly interesting isn't it?" Jackie said as they entered the back stockroom doors and headed up the stairs. "Just like old times in a way."

"Oh yeah, just like old times, you two fooling around and me keeping an eye out for you while the two of you did. By the way, did you finally ever fuck him?" Marsha asked. "I was never sure about that if you ever did."

"Nope, never did," Jackie admitted. "And I've regretted it ever since," she added.

Shawn rejoined them only minutes later, taking a seat across from them as they shared a couch.

"God, I can't believe you're actually here!" he said looking at her fondly. "Married?"

"No...divorced. You?"

"Same here," he smiled looking at her in much the same way that he used to.

The two of them sat just staring at one another.

"Oh for hells sakes, why don't the two of you just fuck and get it over with?" Marsha said in exasperation, though being sarcastic as she said it. "You always wanted to, never understood why you didn't!"

They were still looking at one another, no doubt thinking the very same thoughts.

"If I thought we could get away with it here, I might actually consider it," Jackie said surprising the two of them, though she stood up and walked over to the large window behind Shawn's desk allowing her to see down inside the store.

Shawn laughed. "Well if you were serious about it, I wouldn't mind that at all, it's actually been a while since I've dated anyone. And...just so you know, the windows are all mirrored from below down there, so you can't actually see into this office from down there. If anyone needed me, Debbie usually just calls up, though Marsha could certainly keep an eye out just in case."

"Oh yeah, just like old times," Marsha said once again, though she actually smiled as she said it. "Me watching out for you two, getting all horny as hell, which I've been most of the day as it is...and you two having all the fun. Oh yeah, just like old times like I said."

"Well how about we do things a little differently then?" Jackie suggested. "I'm willing to bet Shawn certainly wouldn't mind, she said walking over behind Marsha, and then suddenly grabbing the hem of her blouse yanking it up, exposing the fact she wasn't wearing her bra which was still stuffed inside of her purse.

"Are you serious?" Marsha and Shawn both asked almost simultaneously.

"Hell yes, why not?" Jackie said seriously. Shawn always was admiring and talking about wanting to see your boobs, so now he finally has. And as far as the two of us go, just like you said, we never did it, so why be stupid and pass up the chance when we have one now?"

All three now stood grinning at one another.

"Lock the door," Shawn said, and then picked up the phone calling Debbie. "Debbie? As far as you're concerned? I've gone home for the day...ok?" He hung up after talking to her briefly and about not wanting to be disturbed.

"Ah, won't she be suspicious?" Marsha asked.

"Or perhaps even jealous?" Jackie added.

"Suspicious? Yes. Jealous? No. At least not of me, you two...maybe," he added grinning. "She's gay."

"So...are we or aren't we?" Jackie asked noticing that Shawn seemed a little nervous.

"Fuck that, I'm too horny not too!" Marsha exclaimed now removing her top entirely much to Shawn's delight, as both girls then began stripping out of their clothes. "And to hell with the batteries," she added.

"Huh?"

"Never mind, it's a long story," Jackie told him. "So you just going to stand there and watch us? Or you going to join in?"

He grinned hearing that. "So you two have..."

"And that's another long story," Marsha said walking over towards the two of them. "For another time," she finished now helping Jackie as the two of them sat Shawn on the edge of his desk and removed his pants together. "I guess it's only fair that the two of you go first," she said looking down at his hard firm erection. "Just don't take forever doing it though, I might explode if you do."

"So...you're sure no one can see us?" Jackie asked.

"Nope!" Shawn assured her, "Why?"

By way of an answer, Jackie walked over placing her hands firmly against the window and bent over. "Fuck me like this," she told him looking down into the store, already feeling the additional thrill and arousal of doing it this way beginning to course through her entire body.

"She has a thing for this now," Marsha quipped walking over looking down into the store herself.

"Another long story?" Shawn asked as he walked up behind her, already placing his stiff prick at the opening of her cunt.

"You might could say that," Jackie giggled. "Now...shut up and fuck me."

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Marsha watched getting more and more aroused by the minute, actually touching herself while she did so as Shawn happily slid his prick in and out of Jackie's cunt as she continued bracing herself against the window.

"Oh yeah, I definitely think Debbie's curious about what we're doing up here, she keeps looking up at us...you sure she can't see anything?" Jackie asked, though her question seemed more hopeful that she could rather than couldn't.

"Pretty sure," Shawn said breathlessly. "But I don't think these windows were meant to have someone actually pressing themselves against them to fully hide that either," he added wondering himself now.

"You two going to talk or fuck?" Marsha said now sounding irritated.

"I think it's her turn," Jackie mused, uncoupling Shawn's prick inviting Marsha to come stand where she had been, which she quickly did.

Jackie stood behind Shawn, her hand on his shaft as she placed it against her girlfriends split, teasing her with it.

"So do you two get along ok?" Jackie asked as she continued to look down where Debbie stood, once again looking up in their direction.

"Sure...why?"

"Just wondering," Jackie said thinking to herself.

"Ah oh," Marsha moaned.

"What?"

"I think we're about to find out," Marsha said shaking her head though she groaned deeply as she felt Shawn's prick finally slide into her filling her completely.

Debbie had moved closer towards the back, still occasionally looking up towards them as though she really was trying to see something.

"Do you think I could get her to flash her tits if we asked her?"

"You serious?" Shawn asked.

"She is," Marsha answered for her, then adding, "Don't stop Shawn, she reminded him pushing back against him until he began thrusting into her again. "Whatever she's up to, I'm sure we're about to find out."

"Well, maybe...but not if I asked her, that's for sure. But perhaps if you did."

"Can I call her on the phone or something?" Jackie asked.

Shawn looked down into the store. "Yeah, see where she's standing? Dial 686, she'll answer that phone that's nearby her," he said.

Jackie grabbed the phone off Shawn's desk still standing next to the window as she dialed. She watched as Debbie headed immediately towards it.

"Yes Shawn," she answered immediately. "What do you need?" Sounding less than enthusiastic as she said it.

"Hi Debbie, this is Jackie. Shawn's a little busy at the moment, but I was wondering if you'd do something for me," she asked.

"Yeah what?" Debbie asked sounding even more put out now.

"Well, I suppose you're sort of wondering what we're doing up here correct?"




Dangerous Games



Debbie hesitated before answering that, though her expression suddenly became very curious. "Yeah, I sort of was wondering about that," she admitted allowing a small smile to cross her face. "Why?"

"Well to be perfectly honest about it Debbie, we're being a little naughty up here, well actually...a lot naughty up here. And I was wondering if you wouldn't mind being a little naughty yourself for us since we're all standing here looking down at you." 

Debbie looked quickly around. There wasn't anyone in the store who was currently anywhere close by where she stood. The only other person working there at the time was Jeff, and he was manning the check out. Aside from one or two customers who were up front, one about to check out, there was no one else around her.

"What do you have in mind?" she said sounding very interested now.

"Well we can see there's no one around or anywhere's near you, so would you mind showing us your cute tits?" Jackie asked hopefully, wondering if the young woman actually would.

To her delight, she didn't even hesitate, quickly lifting her tee shirt as well as her bra as she stood there.

"I'll be go to hell," Shawn stated as continued slow-stroking himself inside Marsha's slick cunt.

"You sure as hell will if you stop now damn it!" Marsha warned him one again.

"Very nice Debbie," Jackie said speaking to her. 

"So tell me what the three of you are doing?" she asked.

"Well, at the moment, I'm just standing here by the window playing with myself while looking at you. Shawn's fucking my friend Marsha, though they can both see you while they are!"

"Holly shit!" Debbie exclaimed seeing it inside her head.

"So, still interested in continuing?" Jackie asked.

"Sure!" Debbie admitted willingly. "What else would you like me to do?"

"Well, I can see the entire store," Jackie began as I'm sure you well know. So I'll tell you should anyone come in, or head back your way. So if you wouldn't mind, how about getting naked for us?"

Once again Shawn shook his head in disbelief, then watched as Debbie nodded, setting the phone down briefly and stripped off the rest of her clothes.

"Very nice Debbie," Jackie told her, "And like I said, I'll warn you if anyone heads back your way. If they do...just come up the stairs."

Debbie was standing right in front of the stock room doors, she could be through them in a heartbeat if she had to.

"Now what?" she said sounding somewhat breathless as she stood there naked looking up towards where Jackie was, though she couldn't obviously see her.

"Now...touch yourself for me," Jackie said. "For all of us!" she added her voice filled with lust and excitement. And they all watched as she did, now blatantly fingering her pussy, legs spread one hand cupping a small breast, which she caressed. 

Marsha meanwhile was teetering on the edge of climax, her breathing was such that Jackie knew she was nearly there.

"Here, listen to this," Jackie said, "Marsha's about to cum," Jackie told her, then held the phone nearer Marsha as she indeed began to do so, Shawn's tempo suddenly increased, the slap of flesh against flesh as he pounded himself away inside her, then the deep throated moan of her orgasm as it claimed her.

"Fuck!" Debbie spoke back into the phone, her own fingers furiously pummeling her cunt as she stood there looking up, listening to the sound of their coupling over the phone. "I wish to hell I could see that!" she said excitedly.

"Well tell you what, if you cum for me while you're standing there, then after you do, you can come up here and join us, how does that sound?"

"Hell, I'm almost there now!" she said breathlessly. 

All three now stood against the window looking down at the young woman as she stood there fingering herself.

"Can't believe you got her to do that," Shawn stated watching his employee.

"You'd be surprised what she's been able to get people to do, including me," Marsha told him.

By the look on her face, it was obvious she was nearing her pleasures. "Oh fuck, I'm almost there...almost there," she spoke quickly and hotly into the phone.

"Oh yeah, cum baby cum!" Jackie urged her. "Cum nice and hard for us when you do!"

They all stood there watching her as she did, dropping the phone momentarily, severing the safety net briefly as she did so, her mouth agape, her fingers busily stroking herself as she moaned with her mouth wide open, which they could still hear through the phone even though it lay at her feet at the moment. She finished, realizing she'd lost contact and grabbed for it.

"Well?"

"Get your ass up here!" Jackie told her, "Someone's headed your way!"

They all watched as the poor girl scrambled, gathering her clothing and streaked through the doors.

"That was mean," Shawn said knowing full well that nobody had been.

"Better unlock the door," she told him hanging up the phone, "Or she's apt to break her neck trying to get in." Seconds later Debbie burst through the door, closing it behind her.

"I was only kidding," Jackie told her "but I bet it was a rush wasn't it?"

"It was certainly that!" she said still trying to catch her breath, but then enjoying the fact that all three of them were in fact nude just as Jackie told her they were. "Have to admit Shawn, never thought I'd see you like this," she smiled "Or that you'd ever see me like this either!" she added.

"That's an understatement," he shot back at her, his prick still fully erect as he stood there unashamedly.

"Ok now that we've all got someone to play with, how about you come over here and give me a really good long fucking now," she asked as Jackie positioned herself on the edge of Shawn's desk.

"And how about we take the couch?" Marsha suggested as Debbie shook her head in agreement quickly joining her there.

#

Two hours later they had finally made it home. Shawn had even given them a large bag filled with various sizes of batteries for their personal use, though first securing the promise that he'd get to see and be with her again. She had agreed to that, though informing him that she was no longer looking for Mr. Right any more, and had every intention of remaining free and single for quite some time to come. She felt like she still had a few more adventures to try out before she was ready to settle down again. But if he could accept that, then she was willing to continue seeing him.

He'd agreed, naturally of course, though Marsha had laughed when he had, telling him he had no idea what he'd just gotten himself into. Which was true, especially when Jackie and Marsha both left his store walking straight out to her car without a stitch of clothing on when they did.

"I really like your friends," Debbie said still nude herself standing next to him as they watched the two women walk out the front door. "And look at poor Jeff, the expression on his face is priceless, I'm sure he can't believe what it is that he's seeing," she said giggling loudly.

"I'm not sure I can believe it myself," Shawn said agreeing with her. "But I'm sure as hell looking forward to more of it."

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