Snakes in Taipei

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Codes: MF, oral, first, violence, interracial.

Author’s Notes:I hope you enjoy my first attempt branching out from the fan-fiction genre. As with all my stories, opinions expressed by the themes herein are mine. You are free to agree or not at your discretion. Any characters based on real people are used fictitiously herein. I welcome all feedback. Please do not publish my work anywhere without my permission. Thank you.

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Snakes in Taipei.

Taipei, Taiwan. March 1997.

“Gentlemen, welcome to Snake Alley!”

The New England preppie strode before his five charges like a drill sergeant, green eyes gazing with intensity and hand gestures accompanying his words. He was a few inches over six feet, in his early twenties and built like a football linebacker. Black hair curled over his brow, adding a slick tone to his Romanesque face. Traffic honked nearby and punctuated his words. The streets were otherwise deserted. Of the five high school seniors lined up before the older boy, all but two were unsteady on their feet.

“The first rule of Snake Alley is: you do not talk about what happens to you here. The second rule is: you do not talk about it. Got that?”

A Japanese youth with noble features directed a frown towards the brown-haired Dutchman standing at his left. “Didn’t we all hear of this place thanks to people breaking those rules?”

“You make an excellent point, Yoshi!” Christopher Bradley broke in before anyone else could answer. “I know you will discuss your experiences here. I expect it. However, I still discourage it. Snake Alley must retain some of its characteristic mystique. Wouldn’t you agree, Doug?” He looked directly at the other American in the group, the one who stood at ease along with Yoshi.

Doug Ramsay was a stocky kid from East Texas, six feet tall with blue eyes and thick dark blond hair. He wore a polo shirt and jeans, same as everyone else in the group, but he stood out from them. There were several reasons. First was his outgoing nature. Doug had the respect of many and could make friends with anyone. It was daunting to some. There was also his creativity and intelligence, backed by a talent for spontaneous introspection. He was capable of quoting numerous literary works, holding his own in most any philosophical discussion, and finding ingenious solutions to various problems. Early in life, Doug had suffered from shyness and social withdrawal. He overcame that via personal bravery and now wanted to inspire others to rise above their own hardships. At age eighteen, he was just starting out on doing that with his life.

Doug adjusted his horn-rimmed glasses, coughed, and then shrugged. “W-whatever you say,” he told Bradley. “Y-you’re the one who’s been here before.”

“Damn right!” Bradley rejoined with a sneer. “Put your accent back on, Doug. Not everyone here will appreciate that stammer.”

“Thank you,” Doug said. His tone was now even and tinged with a British brogue.

Bradley sized up the rest of the crew. There was Yoshihiro Aoi from Japan, Wouter Staal from Holland, and Lakshmana Maheswari from India. Steve Lin was the only one raised in Taiwan and even he held a foreign passport obtained in Hawaii, his birthplace. Bradley was an alumnus of the Taipei School for International Children, which the other five boys currently attended. Newly graduated from college, he enjoyed hanging with the younger crowd when not working at his father’s distributor for Seagram Coolers. Doug and the others were also children of diplomats and international merchants doing business in Taiwan.

“You would do well to listen to me,” Bradley addressed them. “There are tons of rumors concerning Snake Alley. Most hold some truth. Not all, though. I will separate fiction from fact.”

“This place will get us laid, right?” asked Steve, the shortest of the group. He was the best groomed among them too, Doug judged. Now Steve’s nervous twitch was ruining all his careful work.

“Yes.” Bradley’s voice was condescending. He had already answered the question several times during the past quarter year. “You paid your fee and passed your evaluation like everyone else. You come to Snake Alley a virgin, you will exit a man. Pedro, Garrett and the rest who have come here under my care are testimony to that.” The preppie put a hand on Steve’s shoulder. “I understand your anxiety. You don’t have much luck with the ladies, do you?”

“None of them really like me,” Steve confirmed with a nod.

“Get some self-esteem,” Wouter advised.

“Easy for you to say,” Steve grumbled. “You’re a basketball forward with a steady girlfriend. You’re better at martial arts than me and on the yearbook staff too. I got none of that.”

“You do have your musical talent,” said Lak. He was of medium height and frame, his face aquiline with a deep tan.

“Like trombone’s going to do me any good here,” Steve rejected that claim. “Heck, I don’t even know where I’m headed after I graduate TSIC.” He pointed at each of his companions. “Wouter, you’re going home to join the army. Maybe you’ll get into that ‘Korps Commandotropen’ bahis firmaları as a communications specialist the way you want to. Yoshi, you wish to become a chef.”

“I’m doing the military to pay for it,” Yoshi put in. “Cooking is not my immediate goal.”

“Right,” Steve said. “Lak, you have a position lined up at a Bangalore technology concern. Doug, what are you doing again?”

“I shall finish high school in the United States,” Doug admitted, embarrassed. He had traveled the world with his Italian stepfather and experienced several different curriculums at varied educational institutions. TSIC was to be his second to last grade school, or so he hoped. The final one was Monsignor Kelly Catholic High in Beaumont. Prior to his teen years, Doug had studied in Waldorf, Montessori, Episcopalian and European classrooms. He forced himself to appreciate the diverse portfolio at times, but he never blamed his family for it. Doug’s stepfather couldn’t help his job moving him around and his mother couldn’t stop loving her man and wanting to be with him. She had divorced Doug’s father when her son was but a toddler, then married her current husband when Doug was seven. Their courtship lasted four years. Doug’s mother was also a bit paranoid, concerned about keeping her family together and safe on a constant basis.

“That isn’t your fault,” Wouter calmed Doug. “Your mother doesn’t want some Chinese missile blowing you away.”

“It won’t happen,” Doug shot back. “Of course, try telling that to Mom.”

Threats from the government on the Chinese mainland had prompted Doug’s upcoming departure. The leaders of China did not like that Taiwan, their former rebellious province, was becoming a strong trade power with the rest of the globe. Doug’s stepfather had repeatedly assured his mother their anger was all a show. Nothing serious would actually occur. Mom was sending Doug and his sister to her family in Texas, though, just in case. Why can’t my stepfather tell her the Friendship has everything under control? Doug wondered. Maybe he has and she doesn’t believe him.

The Friendship was an ancient Masonic order spread across Earth among people of all walks of life. It worked for knowledge, charity and stability. Doug’s stepfather was of middle rank in the secret society and had inducted Doug a few months ago, aided by three TSIC teachers and a local Catholic priest. Yoshi, Wouter and Bradley were also lower-tier Friendship members. Many of the planet’s governments had Friends in key positions of influence. China’s was no exception. Nor was Taiwan’s government or that of the United States, Taiwan’s largest ally. Doug was certain the Friendship would never allow a war to break out between Taiwan and its mainland rival. There might be old generals longing for a moment of glory, as his mother feared, but the Friendship could stop them. In ten years or so, China might even want to invest economically in Taiwan.

Mom doesn’t think so, however, Doug reminded himself. She’s afraid, I have to go. I guess it could be fine. “Perhaps it will be nice to finish out the semester on American soil before I head for the University of Texas in the fall,” he voiced his musings. “I will study history there and apply to a local law enforcement agency. After that, who knows what I’ll do next?”

“Your future’s planned, man,” Steve snapped. “Everyone’s is here except for mine. I don’t like that.”

“Hey, your parents want you to establish your own life,” said Bradley. “My dad and your GPA got you into USC, you take it from there. I think you have something great ahead.”

“Sure, whatever,” Steve replied, looking around. “Let’s drop it, okay? I want to get through tonight first.”

“You will,” Bradley promised. “The bus ride is over, it’s a weekend, and we’re here. I’ve already quoted the first two rules. Number three: our parents don’t find out we did this. Yes, Yoshi, I know yours are open-minded and into manga. I am likewise aware that your parents are swingers, Wouter. Not all our families hold similar interests, though. Right, Steve?”

“True,” the Taiwanese youth assented. His parents did not know of the trip and he did not intend to inform them.

Doug remembered that Lak’s parents were former free love enthusiasts who had ceased their involvement in the lifestyle soon after meeting one another. His own were not into casual sex at all, although they were conscious that their son would like to be. Doug had begun dating at age twelve, his relationships responding to changing locales and hormones. There was also the influence of people such as Bradley, Wouter, and acquaintances of various other nationalities where promiscuous culture was established on the fringe. Doug had not yet succumbed to lust, but the temptation was there.

“You can tell your parents about this trip if you want,” Bradley amended. “I would use caution. Speaking of that, rule four is safe sex.”

“We know,” Wouter said. “I stopped at the drug store on the way to the bus and bought condoms. My father has checked everyone out this past month.” Phillip Staal was kaçak iddaa a senior doctor at Taipei Adventist Hospital. “Here are the Trojans if anyone needs them.” He took a box out of his pocket and passed it around. Lak and Yoshi did not remove balloons from the package, preferring their own brands. Doug was happy to secure two extra condoms and Steve noticeably relaxed when he took a sole condom for himself.

“Grab a spare,” Bradley ordered. “You’re an enthusiastic teenager. I am certain you might need it. Let’s do full disclosure. Besides me, no one here has any real fucking experience, right?”

“I have masturbated several million times,” Lak corrected. “I have no plans to ever stop masturbating.”

“It pleases me that can you admit that.” Bradley gave the Indian an encouraging smile. “Anyone who says they don’t masturbate is a liar, a moron or both. Masturbation doesn’t count for much outside your own mind, though. Am I right, Yoshi? You’re a virgin, like Lak and Steve here. Doug, what’s in your portfolio?”

“There’s only heavy petting at this point. Opportunities have been presented and I’ve turned them down. I worry about leaving behind something important.”

“Come on, buddy,” Wouter complained. “You’re with Jodi Lee Nichols. She’s one of the biggest sluts at TSIC. I know she does that other Australian chick she hangs with often. You’ve dated her too.”

“Tanya’s Kiwi and Ukrainian, Jodi Lee’s Australian.” Doug sighed. “I would love to screw them. I can’t. I’m leaving Taiwan in two weeks.”

“Dude, they may want to say farewell.” Bradley grinned. “I know Jodi Lee’s older sister wanted to tell me that when I left to start university.”

“And now she’s a confirmed lesbian,” Doug said. “Tanya may be one also. Jodi Lee has warned me of the possibility. She tells me to grab Tanya while I still can, while she’s figuring herself out. I want it and yet —”

“You’re green,” Bradley interrupted. “I understand. Well, after tonight, you will no longer be a rookie. How about you, Wouter? What base are you and Nadine at?”

“Third,” the Dutchman answered. “I will be her cherry. I don’t want her as mine, though.”

“She’s not the most dazzling woman in the world, huh?”

“No, to me she looks fine. It’s her high expectations.”

“Whatever. I picked all of you for this trip based on your novice sexual skills. I have my ear to the ground and I observe human behavior. That’s how I knew. From this journey, you will gain entry into a new world and find traits you did not previously possess. Maybe then, Doug can find comfort in accepting female advances; Wouter will be able to satisfy his girlfriend, and so on. Forget your dreams, everyone. What happens here will outshine them. That’s rule five.”

Bradley went on to mention three additional rules. Their initial encounters in Snake Alley would probably be unique and they all needed to accept that. No one was to visit Snake Alley without the cooperation of Bradley or another veteran. Their supervisor would take point and they would follow his instructions. Finally, after receiving assent from everyone, the older boy led them down the crooked lane. Incense from a temple they passed wafted over them and all but Bradley coughed.

They had visited the area on previous occasions, just never late at night. Snake Alley was one of the more popular open-air marketplaces in Taiwan’s capitol. Hawkers had stalls that sold all manner of goods from fast food to clothing and electronics. Doug purchased one of his more dependable backpacks from a Snake Alley vendor his freshman year and Yoshi used the peddlers as aids to his Christmas shopping. In the late afternoon and early evening, crowds of adults and children alike wandered the vicinity and sampled its wares. Once a certain hour approached, however, they retreated and Snake Alley took on its more notorious function.

“Mamba venom!” a merchant cried. “Straighten your spine. Raise your fortitude. Improve your performance with the opposite gender! Come, try some!”

“No thanks,” Bradley declined as he and the others walked past.

Doug recalled that traditional Oriental medicine had many uses for the bodily fluids of reptiles. There were ways to neutralize or limit the harmful qualities and enhance the legendary attributes. Most practitioners of the art were in contention with Western science, however. They were sometimes unlicensed despite their training and faced official opposition. Their ways were often difficult for Westerners to appreciate. Doug consumed ginseng as a memory vitamin and also enjoyed other delicacies such as shark fin soup, but never wanted to go further than that. His mother would be unhappy. In addition, law restricted some forms of Chinese medicine.

“Ah, welcome, foreign youngsters!” said another stall proprietor. “Would you like some rhino powder or tiger meat?”

Lak shot an upraised middle finger at the trader and he changed his tune. “It’s just alley cat meat, not real tiger. My rhino powder is not real either. You buy anyway! Please?” Everyone overlooked him and continued on their path.

Snake kaçak bahis Alley had legal trading by day and illegal by night. When the crowds withdrew, the more daring vendors emerged. A few of their shops offered pirated videotapes while others displayed imitations of various well-known consumer items. Dice rolled in the shadows and money changed hands. There were no narcotics sold other than the Oriental medicines, as trafficking in cocaine and heroin carried the death penalty throughout much of Southeast Asia. Marijuana was a lesser offense and was still available in some places, but it did not hold public interest. Bradley and his charges were after a different type of debauchery that night.

The older boy spoke with a shifty Malaysian magazine retailer. The merchant whispered something and then Bradley said thanks. “Stay behind me,” he told the others. “Keep your hands in your pockets.”

Doug locked eyes with a grungy man brushing close to him. The would-be thief backed away, his focus darting about his surroundings. Doug tossed him a fifty New Taiwan dollar coin, equivalent to two United States dollars at current exchange rates. He then ambled after Bradley without bothering to check if the mendicant retrieved the coin. One day my compassion may be my undoing, Doug conjectured. I will consider it a treasure until then.

“Do you think we might get into a fight tonight?” Lak asked Bradley. “Garrett told me he was mugged when you took him here.”

“They’ll be sorry if they try that with us,” Wouter told Lak with a smile. “I know karate and kung fu. You and Yoshi are my best sparring partners. Bradley has instructed us. Steve can take punishment and fight back. Doug’s been into the same stuff since before he came to Taipei.”

“Yes,” Doug agreed. “I haven’t gotten into a real battle, though. None of us have.”

“What about that summer camp bully?” Wouter inquired. “You told me he got you interested in martial arts.”

“I don’t count that. It was over too quickly.” Doug recalled that the jerk made a snide remark, grabbed and yanked Doug’s arm, and then Doug’s fist split his lip. In the ensuing melee, the offender sustained a wrenched groin, two black eyes and several other contusions. Doug had mere slight bruises around the knuckles and knees. “Natural combat ability,” he explained to the two counselors who pulled them apart. The next day they placed him in a camp karate program that was part of Chuck Norris’s Kick-Start school. He was thirteen years old and had gained much expertise from then on. Despite it all, Doug preferred verbal debate to violent aggression. He had practiced that since kindergarten. “I don’t like fighting anyway. You know that.”

“We shouldn’t have to fight anyone if you all do as I say,” Bradley replied. He acquired further directions from a shoe salesman and then led his charges to a cul-de-sac that stood apart from the main thoroughfare. They went around numerous corners and stalls as they approached, waving off more eager merchants. Several rough Asians stood near the entrance of the dead end and looked over the boys. Bradley waved at a large Filipino who seemed to be in authority and received a welcoming laugh. The rest of the gang backed down.

“All right, everybody let me do the talking,” Bradley said. “Trash your gum, Lak. Doug, where’s your book?”

“I left it at home.”

“Damn. I see you with one all the time. I didn’t even notice.”

“I do put it down when appropriate.” Reading was Doug’s favorite hobby, novels his steadiest companions. He aspired to become a writer himself one day.

“So I see. Wouter, fix that posture. Steve, your shoelace is untied. Gotcha! Your fly is unzipped, though. Ha, gotcha twice. Yoshi, as usual you look almost perfect. You might want to put on more Chap Stick. Good.” Bradley suggested a couple further improvements and then nodded when everyone was spic and span.

The boys looked at each other one last time before heading into the alley. The time they had awaited was close and there would be no further chances to make ready. At last, they followed Bradley to a small plaza where the dead end terminated. Run-down apartment buildings flanked the street. More thugs gathered in the center. Hissing and snapping sounds echoed from within their lines.

“Sounds like an animal,” Doug remarked. Curious, he edged between two Taiwanese bruisers for a closer view. A large king cobra stood in the ring formed by the group, squared off with an agile mongoose. Both animals growled as they circled one another and displayed obvious hostility. Their trainers barked commands while the spectators waited in expectation. A sly-eyed Vietnamese man of middle age turned to face Bradley’s group.

“What do you think?” he asked. “Will the serpent or the mongoose triumph?”

“The snake,” Doug replied without hesitation. Lak said the mongoose and the others shrugged. The Viet shouted at the trainers, who released their competitors. The cobra raised its head to bite. Before it could strike, the mongoose leapt forward and seized its opponent’s neck in its fangs. There was a brief struggle and then the cobra collapsed in defeat. The mongoose’s trainer retrieved it and put it in a cage. A witness cut the dead cobra open with a knife while another collected its blood in a glass jar.

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Slutty Sue Trolls for Cock

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By now if you’ve read any of my stories you know that I’m a slut. I need cocks to suck, and to fuck.

I guess you could say I’m a nymphomaniac. I honestly couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve been laid in my life. I really don’t know.

I guess you could say that I’m like a sports car…I need constant attention and need to be ‘driven hard’ in order to have me reach peak performance.

My husband Ed travels for his job so he’s out of town every other week so that leaves my horny sex craved cunt to look for satisfaction.

Ed and I have an understanding. He can get it when and where he wants to, and so can I.

He was going to Toronto for a business conference and would be gone for ten days. For me that’s an eternity.

The first two nights he was gone I pretty much wore out the batteries in Jose…my ten inch vibrator so I knew that I needed the real thing.

Since it was a Wednesday night the only place that I could think of to go to was a dance club the next town over from us.

I’d been there numerous times and knew that it had a rather sordid reputation. Couples where caught having sex on the dance floor and the place was raided by the local police for underage drinking and drugs.

It had just re-opened with a new owner…but it still had the same reputation. I got home from work about 4:30 and went thru my closet to try and find something supper slutty to wear.

I didn’t care who fucked me, as long as he had a cock I had the cunt.

I picked out an old favorite of mine. It was a loose fitting white top with thin spaghetti straps. Naturally I’d be going bra-less because the thing I love the most about this top is if I bend over…it’s titty showtime. Another nice thing about this top is that when back-lit, my tits really show up.

I found a pair of purple shorts that were loose enough that I could flash my shaved pussy as I sat at the bar if so desired.

I was all dressed up and left the house for the 15 minute drive to the club.

I was a bit disappointed when I pulled into the parking lot because there were only a half dozen cars in the lot. I was hoping that I’d find at least güvenilir bahis one good looking guy in the place.

I went inside and paid my cover. I looked around and there were more employees than patrons.

“Ah fuck!” I said to myself as I took a seat at the bar.

“What’ll it be miss?” the bartender asked.

“Long Island Ice tea,” I replied. “Pretty slow tonight,” I exclaimed.

“Yeah…but its early,” he replied. “Here you go. The first ones on the house.”

“Why thank you sir.”

“No, thank you. You sure liven up the place,” he replied.

I sat at the bar nursing my drink when a small crowd finally started to arrive. They seemed to be together and judging by their ages I took them to be college students from the nearby state university.

As I sat at the bar a tall well dressed ‘kid’ came up to the bar.

“Coors lite please,” he stated.

“I need to see some ID,” the bartender replied.

The guy handed over his drivers license and the bartender laughed and said, “You sure don’t look 23,” as he gave him his beer.

“Oh hi miss. I’m Jake Anderson. Can I buy you a drink?”

“Sure why not. I’m Sue, Sue Miller.”

I never give my real name at these places because I look at this as a one night stand. I consider it a real slam bam, thank you man.

Jake had the deepest blue eyes of anyone I’ve ever met.We sat at the bar for about an hour talking about ourselves. He was a mechanical engineering student at the local university.

“Do you wanna get a table?” he asked. “Its getting pretty crowded at the bar,” he stated.

“Sure lets see if there’s one empty.”

We found a table just off the dance floor, and as I sat down I made certain that I leaned over just enough to give him a nice view of my 34Bs.

He was looking down my top and not paying attention and he ran into the table.

I laughed and blurted out, “Caught you looking.”

“Ah…yeah. Sorry I didn’t mean to stare at your breasts. I shouldn’t have done that,” he stated almost like he was embarrassed.

“Silly boy. Why do you think I bent over. I wanted you to see my boobs.”

He just stared at me türkçe bahis as I leaned close to him and out lips met. We were tongue kissing passionately at our table. I took his right hand and placed it between my legs.

“See no panties. I’m looking to get laid tonight. Are you up for it?”

Jake said nothing but took my left hand and placed it on the large bulge at the front of his jeans.

“I’ve been up for a while now. I’m ready to explode,” he replied. “We need to find some privacy.”

“Lets head to the bathrooms. If nothing else we can have a quickie in a stall until we find a place more comfortable,” I stated.

We both got up and hurried to the bathrooms. I looked inside the ladies room and it was empty.

“Hurry up. There’s nobody in here,” I decreed as I took his hand and we went inside a bathroom stall.

I pulled my shorts off leaving be bare ass in front of this stranger. He quickly undid his belt and jeans and his nice circumcised cock was at full attention in his shorts. There was pre-cum stains on the shorts as he pulled them down.

“Come on Jake. Fuck me here and now. I fucking need you inside of me right now,” I commanded as he clumsily penetrated my wet waiting hairless snatch.

“Oh yesss!” I screamed as he rammed away from behind. “Pull on my nipples!” I commanded as he put his hands up my top and fondled and squeezed my melons.

The only sounds you could hear in the ladies room was his naked skin slapping mine and the laughter of other women when they realized what was going on in the locked stall.

“You go girl!” one called out.

“Yeah baby!” I screamed as I approached my first orgasm of the night.

My vaginal muscles tightened their grip on his thrusting cock as I climaxed. Jake screamed seconds later and I could feel him exploding deep inside of me.

“Oh fuck. That was awesome!” he said as we both sat down on the toilet seat.

“Yes it was. I hope you’re not all spent.” I replied. “I wanna get out of here and do some serious fucking.”

“Check please,” he joked as we both dressed and left the ladies room to the applause of the group of women who heard güvenilir bahis siteleri our encounter.

“Where to?” he asked.

“I know a quiet park where we can get more closely acquainted. If you want to drive I can tell you how to get there.”

“Okay. That works for me,” he replied.

Jake opened the car door for me and by the time he made it to his side of the SUV I had taken off my clothing.

“How am I supposed to drive with a naked woman seated next to me?”

“You get naked then it won’t matter,” I replied.

He quickly stripped and I gave him directions to the county park. It was a fun drive. I had my hands on his cock and I stroked him back to life.

“Have you ever had road head?” I asked.

“No.”

“Well get ready,” I stated and I buried my head in his crotch. “Yummy! Nice and salty,” I stated as I licked the entire shaft of his erect 8 inches.

“Jesus! I hope I don’t wreck.”

“Just pull over if you want. I’d rather not crash either.”

Jake pulled into a grocery store parking lot and I continued my oral magic. I took all of him in my mouth and Jake fingered my pussy and finger fucked me as I deep throated him.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum!” he screamed. He moaned as several warm salty ropes of cum filled my mouth. I continued to suck his cock until he was no longer hard.

“Lets go!” I cried out. My pussy wants your tongue to tease it.”

We got to the county park and a rain shower had started. We decided to get into the back of his car and he put the back seat down to give us some more room. I was resting my head on the front seat as he went down on me.

He started at my toes and worked his way up to my inner thighs. I had goose bumps and chills running down my spine as he reached his goal. My swollen clit was begging for his touch.

He teased me at first, giving it a little lick then he buried his face in my snatch. I was pulled his head closer to me and i wrapped my legs around him as I reached a massive climax.

“Yessss! OH yesss!” I screamed as I climaxed.

Just then we heard a knock on the window.

“Police. Roll down the window.”

We were busted. Thankfully since we were both consenting adults we were let go with only a warning. As for me and Jake…the next night I met him in his dorm room. He became one of my regular lovers until he graduated and went on to grad school.

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Slow Ride in the Elevator

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It was almost five o’clock and I was trying to get all my paperwork done so I could leave on time. I am an account manager at a smallish marketing and PR company. We have the office divided up into teams but lately I have been overseeing another team in addition to my own since one of the other managers left unexpectedly. I had just recently gotten out of a long-term relationship but wasn’t really one the hunt yet. Jill, one of the junior members of the new account team walked over to show me some copy she had been working on. Jill was a recent hire from down south, I have to admit, I never really paid that much attention to her while was with my former girlfriend but in recent weeks I have been watching her a little more closely. She was about 5′ 4″ and very curvy, she had an amazing chest, flat stomach and a very round ass. One of the things that I noticed about Jill was that she always wore open-toed shoes, even when it snowed. I guessed that to be a product of being from the South, when I first met her, I thought it was a little odd and impractical but lately I found it intriguing. It was like she was not going to let the weather get in the way of the way she wanted to look.

So here it was the end of the day and she was leaning over my desk with me asking my advice.

“So what do you think of this?” she asked.

“Overall, I think this hits the brief pretty well, but the text dawdles a little towards the end…” I started thinking about it but was more than a little away of how close we were.

I turned my chair slightly so I could face her to make my point more specifically and she straightened up. I found myself staring right into her midsection which was about 5 inches away. The bottom of her camisole was peaking out from under her top. For some reason I just stared and let my eyes travel upwards to her ample cleavage. I could totally picture grabbing her and pulling her onto my lap and burying my head in her tits. It seemed like an eternity so I quickly rotated back to my desk and started talking about the work again but had lost my point entirely

“Why don’t you just remove this sentence and I think it will actually flow pretty good.”

“Okay, thanks.”

I looked up at her and she hadn’t moved an inch. She had an expression on her face that looked very similar to the one my ex-girlfriend would give me right before I would go down on her, I am not sure how to describe it, sort of intensely curious. She took back the paper I was holding out to her and turned around and walked back to her desk. I realized I was beet red in the face and had built a sizable erection in my pants. I grabbed my jacket and marched out the door to my car.

What the heck was that? I thought. Now while I think I am a pretty decent looking guy a little taller than average height, slightly athletic, I hadn’t played any sports lately so I was getting a little soft but nothing bad. But office romance was an idea I have never entertained, especially with a subordinate. And I wasn’t even sure what had just happened, I had starred at her a little too long–she didn’t seem to mind–and she had a look on her face that reminded me of something else but that doesn’t mean that was what she was thinking about. Did it?

The rest of the week was pretty much uneventful until Friday morning. I came in early to try to get some stuff done before a slew of meetings. As usual, I walked passed the elevators to the back hallway to take the stairs, just as I was going bahis firmaları around the corner, I walked smack into Jill. Her hair was wet and she was toweling it off and I couldn’t help but look down at her tits in the low-cut tank-top she was in.

“Boy, really sorry Jill, didn’t expect anyone was here.”

“Oh, I usually come in early and go for a run. The downstairs bathroom has a shower.”

“It does? I never knew.”

“Yeah, pretty convenient,” she replied and started to put on her suit jacket. “Well, you going up the stairs? The elevator went out last night. Robert from HR was stuck in it for 30 minutes.”

“You’re kidding me!”

“No, he was banging on the door the whole time, I guess he is claustrophobic.”

“Yikes… well, after you then,” I smiled and pushed open the door.

She started up the stairs, I lagged a bit so I wouldn’t have my face right in her ass but of course I couldn’t help but look. Her suit had pin stripes and the suit jacket was a short cut so it rode just on the curve of her ass. It was tantalizing watching the stripes sway back and forth as she climbed the steps. I kept looking away just in case she turned around but she was just chatting away all the way up to the fourth floor. At once point, she half turned and I thought I detected a smile but then she kept climbing. I have to admit, I don’t even know what she was talking about. I just wanted to run my hands over that ass, feel how tight it must be and then take those pants off…slowly. Once we got to the top landing and I leaned over to open the door for her.

“Such a gentleman,” she said and flashed an amazing smile at me. I winked at her but thought to myself that I wasn’t thinking such gentleman-y thoughts. Thank god, I had my briefcase to hold in front of me.

The rest of the morning was pretty much a disaster, I couldn’t focus after that walk up the stairwell and some members on my team hadn’t prepared well for the meeting so it was a whirlwind getting to the meetings on time.

The meeting had been on the second floor, after I had collected my things I decided to take the elevator, I was beat. The door opened, Jill was inside. The back wall was mirrored so I took a quick look at Jill’s ass before stepping in.

“Hey Jill, thanks for helping out today. I think the presentation went well.” The doors closed and I started to hit ‘4’ but realized it was already lit.

“Glad I could help. I walked the team out and they seemed pretty happy.”

Just then the elevator stopped. I looked at the panel and it still said ‘2.’ I turned to Jill, “what were you telling me about last night?”

“No way,” she said staring at the panel. I looked at my watch, it said 5:30.

“Do you have your cell, mine is at my desk.”

“Yeah, hold on.”

“See if someone is still at the front desk.”

She started dialing and I loosed my tie and leaned back against the wall.

She closed her phone and looked at me. “She said the maintenance people won’t be here for an hour… at the earliest.”

I laughed a bit, “glad its a Friday.”

“Yeah, well since we are here, there is something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“What’s that?” I asked looking at her.

She took a few steps towards me, “I wanted to know if you wanted a closer look at me since you have been checking me out all week.” She then took off her suit jacket, stepped close to me and pressed her tits up against my chest.

I was totally taken aback, not only kaçak iddaa for being caught staring at her but for her forwardness. She was looking up at me, playfully biting her lower lip. Then I thought, well ‘when in Rome’.

“I want you to do something for me,” I said quietly.

“Oh?” she said and I detected a hint of hopefulness.

I put my folders on the floor, moved behind her and whispered, “don’t move.”

“Mmmm,” she said.

I stood behind her and put my hands on her shoulders. I ran them slowly down her back until I got to her ass. I moved my hands around the sides of her ass and then brought them together and brought them up the center. I slid one hand down between her legs while the other hand continued to move around the curve of her ass. She was breathing slow but deep and started to move her ass just a little with the movement of my hands.

I then pulled her top off over her head to reveal her size D tits, barely restrained by a dark rose colored lacy demi cup bra and started my hands on her shoulders again, this time running them down over her front to her luscious breasts. I cupped her tits and worked them back and forth until I could feel her nipples stiffen through the material. I pressed my body up against her so my now fully erect cock was pushing at her ass.

“How long did you say until they come to fix the elevator?”

“At least an hour,” she breathed.

“Nice,” I said.

She started to turn around.

“Hey, I didn’t say you move,” I said.

“Oh” She said quickly. She giggled a little and then said, “Sorry.” I could feel her nipples get even harder when she said it.

I bent down on one knee and kissed the small of her back. My hands reached forward and unbutton her pants. Just what I was thinking of in the stairwell this morning. I slowly pulled down her pants, she had on pair of matching boy shorts that perfectly complimented her curvy ass. I kissed the skin right above the panties and slowly ran one hand down her ass and between her legs to cup her mound. I could feel a damp heat and her breathing got a little heavier. I kept that hand there and started moving it in a circle with light pressure and she started slightly moving her hips with my hand. Back and forth, round and round.

With the other hand, I began to pull down her panties so I could lick the crack of her ass but not all the way off. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter and I really wanted to spend some time on her tits so I stood up.

“Turn around” I said

She slowly turned around and leaned back against the wall. She was biting her lower lip on one side and her eyes were wide open in arousal.

“Take it off,” as I gestured at her bra.

She reached behind and unhooked the clasp of her bra. Then she cupped her luscious breasts and let the straps fall off her shoulder. It was evident by the look on her face that she was enjoying this slow pace too and was going to tease me a little back.

She dropped her hands just enough so her nipples peaked out from the top of her bra.

“You have to take off your clothes before I drop this any further,” she said.

I grinned and pulled my tie off and started unbuttoning my shirt. As I dropped my pants she let go of her bra and it fell to the floor but her hands remained covering her nipples. She started tracing her fingers around her tits and my erection was bulging at the fabric of my boxers. The sight of her leaning against the wall with her panties slightly kaçak bahis pulled off and playing with her tits was amazing, I felt like I was on some photo shoot for a men’s magazine. I tried to burn it into my memory.

But I also really wanted to fuck her.

“Show me how wet you are” I instructed.

She dropped on hand down to her panties and slowly pulled it down further. She had a tightly trimmed patch but I could see her lips perfectly. She slid one finger down her slit and buried it in her cunt and then brought a second finger in. She slowly pulled them out, staring at me the whole time and traced a line up her stomach to her tits. I could see the trail glistening. She then sucked first on finger and then the other.

I couldn’t hold back any longer and went over to her and grabbed her forcefully with both hands on her ass and pulled her tight to me. I then grabbed one of her tits and bent down and started sucking on her nipple. She gasped loudly. Her hands began pulling off my boxer shorts and grabbed my cock. One hand of hers reached down and cupped my balls and it was my turn to gasp.

I kneeled down and slowly kissed down her belly to her pussy. Her musky aroma was intoxicating and by now she was visibly wet. I slid my tongue down her slit and she lifted on leg up and put it over my shoulder so I would have better access. I flattened my tongue and pushed it back and forth between her hole and her clit and she was moaning now and clutching at my head.

“Oh god!” she was breathing.

I looked up at her seeing those amazing tits with her erect nipples and her face staring back at me with that same look she gave me earlier in the week when she caught me staring at her at my desk.. and it was about all I needed. I gave one more thorough lick and stood up. I turned her around and placed her hands on the elevator railing, pulled her ass towards me. She reached back with one hand and spread her pussy lips with her fingers.

“Please!” she whispered.

I placed the tip of my cock between her fingers and slowly but strongly buried it in up to the hilt in her now sopping pussy. God she felt good. I took my cock out all the way, paused for a minute until she whimpered and drove it back in again. We started a slow steady rhythm and she was bucking her hips up and down on each stroke, driving me wild. I leaned forward to massage her tits which started to put her over the edge. Her arms started moving around, trying to find a better grip on the railing and she started moaning loudly. She then reached down and started rubbing her clit.

I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out, watching her face in the mirror and the movement she was doing to my cock was amazing. Just then she shuddered strongly and cried out and I could feel her pussy clamp down on my cock as she came. I kept the rhythm going but I could feel her growing limp in my arms. So I shoved my cock in deeply one more time and unleashed a torrent of cum in her pussy. We fell in a heap on the floor with her laying her head on my chest.

After a few minutes, she broke the silence of our recovery, “what time is?”

“Those maintenance guys should be here soon,” I said looking at my watch.

“I suppose we should get dressed, it would not be good for the office rumor mill to be caught like this.”

I laughed, “no, it would not.”

Not five minutes later, we heard banging and the elevator lurched and went down. The door opened and two maintenance guys looked in.

“Sorry guys, you okay?” One asked. Everyone in looked at each other in turn, I was sure they could smell the sex in the air.

“It was a fucking blast,” Jill said to them and winked at me as we walked out.

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Sleeping with Beauty Ch. 03

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Prince ran rapidly, back to his damsel in distress. What did they mean exactly when they shouted out behind him ‘kiss her on the lips, the ones you find on her face?’ He puzzled, what? How did they know? Did they?

He recollected what his haggard old nanny had once confided, that though people could well be asleep they did indulge in somnambulism as well as sleep walking amongst other things. He had often wondered what those other things were and had even asked and then begged her to tell him but she had always replied with ‘Some things are best kept secretly hidden away in memory my child’ before peering off into the distance with a wistful look in her eyes then a sighing which culminated in cackling to herself and then tapping him gently on his nose.

Now that would explain a lot of things he thought to himself. Maybe the mere fact that you were asleep did not make you so much into a zombie as you might think! Anyhow! Important business literally lay urgently ahead.

Wondering why it took him so long to navigate through this maze of a castle and why there was a definite lack of signs he eventually found his way back into Beauty’s bed chamber.

Presently, he found Beauty lying on her front. ‘To prevent bedsores’ a handsome nude young male guard with long thick curly blond locks exclaimed . ‘And no! We do not touch royals in anyway other than that which is stipulated in the Royal protocols! As essentially permitted and outlined in our detailed job description! You can check their procedural regulations with HR’ He added, pointing to a sign which read ‘HR That Way’ with a painted hand pointing out the direction. The guard’s shaved long semi flaccid cock and balls swung freely between his legs as he stood to attention with his legs apart and eyes shut as he added ‘Don’t worry, I am asleep’.

Prince sat again on the little throne he had pulled up earlier. As he looked around he saw a bottle labeled NURU OIL on the dresser in the corner of the room. ‘Aha!’ He said out loud. ‘I’m of the opinion that the young royal maiden is at risk of developing a severe episode of stiffness unless she is well massaged’ He then arose to fulfill his new task and to first remove Beauty’s clothes.

Stretching Beauty’s limp soft white arms out over her head he gently lifted and eased her dress up and then off. Throwing it aside, he hooked his fingers along the insides of her panties and proceeded to tug down first left and then right carefully so as not to hurt her delicate young skin. ‘I’m sure I’ve whipped these off already, never mind!’ he said out loud to reveal again her tender moist cunt lips, before throwing them over his shoulder to land on the shoulder of the young guard. ‘Here! Take a long long hard whiff on those’ he said.

‘Why, thank you, but that’s quite alright sir, I think you’ll discover the task to have been completed already! I have to do it daily, it’s part of my routine duty to ensure she always wears fresh clothes!’ The young guard replied. ‘ I belong to the highly trusted, Order of the Royal Gusset.’ He added.

After reading the bottle label which stated ‘totally natural, no artificial ingredients, no fragrances, and totally edible’ printed in gothic bold type on it. He ordered ‘Well then oil me lad!’ thrusting the bottle firmly into the young guards hands. ‘, By the way, what is your name lad?’ ‘Why, Helmut Sir’ the young guard divulged. ‘Might I suggest you to comfort on this couch?’ Helmut, motioned Prince towards what appeared as a therapy couch covered in soft white toweling.

Prince climbed onto the couch and closed his eyes in anticipation. Helmut placed a pillow under his head. ‘Your highness, I suggest a blindfold to keep you calm and relaxed and increase brain melatonin levels. May I also suggest you place your arms and feet in these receptacles’. Helmut took Prince’s arms and guided them gently into padded arm and ankle holders. ‘This is our standard male health protocol your highness for our loving guests, please don’t be alarmed’ and before he knew what to expect prince heard clicks and discovered his arms and legs were firmly strapped. ‘What protocols do you call this Helmut! Prince shouted in alarm. ‘Why the pleasure of alarm and pain sir’ Helmut replied ‘but I guarantee you will enjoy it, ‘A little pain and anxiety is important’ is the ethos of our kingdom your highness. Might I also suggest you to wear these on your face?’ Helmut placed Beauty’s panties over Prince’s head before positioning the crotch area over his nose. Prince could smell and inhale the warm lovingly inviting scent of Beauty’s cunt which seemed to put his mind at once at ease.

Prince could hear Helmut rustling away at something in the distance before hearing his footsteps approach. He felt Helmut’s fingers move across his cock, barely touching his skin and then gently tugging and pulling his foreskin back to uncover his glans. ‘Hmm! Interesting’ bahis firmaları Prince thought to himself. He then felt a feathery touch move slowly down along his shaft to approach his glans, it encircled his corona and then up and along the center of his cockslit. Presently he could feel a slight stinging and burning sensation along his cock. ‘What the fuck!’ He thought, ‘Helmut! Why’! what the fuck is that? The tingling started to increase into a violent pulsating but curiously pleasurable sensation. Prince felt a painful weakness growing in his knees as the sharp stinging increased. Helmut then started to thresh prince’s cock, glans and cock slit lightly at first and then more vigorously. Each time a new surge of warm pleasure arose into Prince’s abdomen.

Prince felt Helmut’s light finger touch his nipples before he once again felt the light feathery touch culminating in tingling stinging first on his left nipple then the right.

‘What is that Helmut?’ He groaned, ‘Just stinging nettle Sir, it’s good for the circulation and nervous connections, you see, by doing the nipples and penis together we begin to elicit and establish a connection between these two areas in the male body, it’s a bit like the breast clitoral connection in females sir! The sensation can last a couple of days but you’ll truly learn to love it!’

Prince’s cock felt on fire and it felt like his foreskin was rolling around his coronal ridge. He felt Helmut’s fingers on his glans and then a stroking and an insertion into his cockslit resulting in a tingling and smarting now inside his dick. ‘Helmut?’ ‘Oh just nettle stem Sir, to almost complete the protocol’. ‘Almost?’ ‘Yes your highness! Just one last area to finish’ and before he knew it prince the nettle brush against his soft anus resulting in a throbbing extending to his cock which now pulsed in pleasure.

Helmut released the arm ankle clips now applied the oil over Prince’s body. Being completely neutral, the oil had no fragrance. He then cupped his balls, pulling and stretching them, squeezing the sac firmly in his fist, to squeeze down upon Prince’s balls making the sac stretch tight and his balls pulled low. He then poured some oil over Prince’s cock and massaged it with between both palms rubbing them together. Pushing back on the cock skin with his left hand he then deftly milked the shaft firmly by an o-ring formed between his fingers and thumb, lengthening and engorging Prince’s cock into a turgid, thick veined state, which was now capped with a dark red bulb glistening with Precum from it’s open slit.

With foreskin restricted by being forced tightly back between his palms, the young guard rubbed upwards on the undersides of Prince’s engorged purple glans. First with both his thumbs and then skimmed around and under the corona with the webbing between his thumbs and index fingers. He then pushed his thumbs deep into the dip running along the shaft and pushed the tissue apart with his thumbs. Prince groaned into new sensations being elicited in his whole being. His body tensing and relaxing in waves.

He then pulled his balls up and cock down on one side before reversing the stretch on the other side. ‘There you go! All ready to go slide!’. Prince’s cock, balls and nipples were tingling and engorged as he almost tumbled off the couch on quivering legs.

Prince took the bottle from Helmut’s hands and staggered over to Beauty. He decided to start on her front, uncorking the bottle he dripped a thin trail of oil from her neck to criss cross over her breasts, waist, navel, groin, legs, feet before adding a bit to his own hands and briskly rubbing them.

He started by gently rubbing the sides of her waist upwards before moving up to cup and encircle the small round mounds of her breasts between his thumbs and fingers, gently squeezing and kneading them upwards with his palms. Holding her breasts on their sides he ran small firm circles around her nipples with his thumbs, feeling them harden under their touch, then squeezed them firmly between his thumbs and fingers until her breathing became deeper and heavier. Moving down to clasp her hips, his thumbs followed the crease to her crotch. Easing her legs apart, his thumbs moved down the V to meet at her pink ass hole, crossing over it before moving back up. They pressed upwards against her mound and crossed over her clit, now rolling his thumbs firmly over her slit they moved up and rolled over her clit, ‘aahhhhh,… I like it when you do that’ she whispered. Her juice seeped over his thumbs making them even more slippery with the strands rolling between them.

‘Aahhhhhh, Now, use your, …tongue…aahhhhhh’ she gasped out. Prince bent her legs and rolled her thighs up onto her chest and nuzzled into her, his tongue, held flat, licked up her gash and slid around and in between her petals before flicking and sucking her clit.

Turning kaçak iddaa Beauty onto her front he poured a thin stream over her shoulders, back, bum and legs. Applied sweeping strokes across her shoulders and back before reaching her butt and thighs. His thumbs pushed upwards along her thighs till they reached her butt cheeks where they pulled and followed her crease to the sides. His palms cupped and gently squeezed her butt lobes, pushing them together and then pulling them apart to reveal her pink arse and open cunt lips. Prince drew her legs slightly apart and continued the pushing together and pulling apart of her cheeks to watch her cunt lips closing and opening. He then proceeded to firmly stroke her outer lips upwards and outwards, gently tugging them apart with his thumbs to reveal her delicate pink petals hidden within.

Using fingers of both hands now, he massaged firmly downward on either side of her crack before pushing his hands together to pull upwards, pushing her butt into the air while pressing her inner lips out from their fleshy cover. Continuing till they engorged to lay like butterfly wings on each side of her cunt. Finally he slid his finger along her crack to watch her dripping love juice wet the sheets below.

Turning her onto her back again Prince now allowed his body to rub up against over and along her. His cock entered the furrow to engage in cock-sliding or hot dogging as he’d seen it referred to. Sliding along her lips without entering her. His cock head meeting and sliding against her engorged clit! while his chest touched and slid against her nipples. Now turning onto his back, he held her sides and slid her across his own body, allowing his oiled and cock drool cunt grool slicked cock to slide over her mound and up to her belly. His arms now stretched low to clasp her arse while his fingers stroked and caressed her cunt lips from behind easing gentle moans of delight from both himself and his girl. He turned to the side to witness a smile arising on Helmut’s face and glancing down noticed thick Precum ropes with rolling beads dangling from his still semi flaccid cock!

Beauty arose, and turned around, her back facing him, squatted over Prince’s cock to massage his cock between her cunt lips by rocking her hips. Her wet cunt left a moist trail over his belly, chest and neck as she moved to sit over his face. Her feet and calves under his armpits held his arms firmly under the weight of her thighs.

‘Boy! Secure him! Now!’ She ordered, and the young guard secured Prince’s legs and arms with leather straps firmly to the shiny, ornate, silver ring adornments on the four posts of the bed, immobilizing him, his arms and legs stretched out. Beauty slid down to slip his cock between her lips while her cunt rocked over Prince’s mouth and nose. His tongue lapped between her folds as his lips and mouth gorged greedily on her fruit, her engorged, nectar filled fruit, the slippery stringy juice of which burst into a flood overflowing his mouth and lips to roll and pool into the dip of his neck! Beauty’s wet slippery cunt squelched as she vigorously pressed herself down fucking his face. Her cunt covered both his nose and mouth while she continued to suck on his engorged cock. Prince suddenly found that his nose and mouth were entrapped within her slippery petals and he was unable to breathe or scream! He was drowning in her grool and going to suffocate in her cunt! His face and lips started to tingle and become numb, stars flashed before his eyes while he heard the faint scream of Beauty’s orgasm in the distance as he blacked out.

Prince felt drips of cold water landing and splattering across his face. He opened his eyes trying to focus his blurry vision on the faces so close to his. ‘Waa, were, where, am I? Nn, who are you?’ He arose in panic and realizing his nudity quickly tried unsuccessfully to cover his cock, balls and pink glans dangling in open view to all gathered around him. ‘Oh!…It’s, Ok my lord, …please don’t worry, … everything is fine’. A softly spoken voice from a beautiful young girl stated. ‘You had merely fainted, she continued, while blushingly, peering down and away from him, her hand covering her mouth with what appeared to be a sense of embarrassment.

From the back of the crowd appeared a young richly dressed couple, stepping forward from the now parting, bowing and curtsying crowd. The handsome man wore a light gold crown while his consort wore a silver jewel and crystal encrusted tiara.

‘We thought you were dead,’ his deep voice said. ‘But, Gretchen here, gave you the kiss of life on your lips in the nick of time, saving your life!’ He added. ‘She found you collapsed in our castle’.

‘My clothes?’

‘Sorry we found them lying scattered around the room and have sent them to the laundry, but, No harm done! You will get new ones’ The Queen replied, looking into his eyes, with a knowing kaçak bahis smile.

Prince was totally confused. ‘What was this all about?’ He thought.

‘And Gretchen! What do you make of this here, fine young lad?’ The king asked abruptly.

‘Not bad! Papa!’ She quickly replied eyes meandering from his toes to head, briefly but visibly pausing at the bright pink glans of his dangling cock.

The king now unclasped the two gold rings hanging from the ribbons tying either side of his ornately decorated codpiece.

‘Do?’

‘Oh yes please!’ Beauty bounced in the air, rapidly shouting her reply out in eager anticipation, before the king had even stated his question.

‘Well, in that case! I have no choice but pronounce you man and wife!’ The king said, with a curious smile on his face, as he gently but reassuringly leant forward to pull Prince’s hand into his own, up and away baring cock and balls to all standing around them. He then placed Beauty’s hand, holding the ring, over Prince’s.

A faint ‘Huh?’ Of disbelief gasped out of Prince’s mouth.

‘Oh! And you must! now kiss your bride!’. The king added.

With a ‘Ba, your maj?’ Barely making it out of his mouth, Prince was stopped by a familiar soft pair of lips planted over his own. Lips bearing a familiar musky sweet aroma which emanated from her mouth and tongue to soak into him.

‘And now to business!’ The king declared, with two rapid loud claps in the air, causing the guards to help him his wife and daughter to disrobe before starting to disrobe themselves! ‘Now, cold shower him first!, scrub all that heat and sweat off him!’ He ordered as soap bar clutching hands pushed him and Beauty towards their centre. Carefully soaping his back, front, legs, arse, manhood and balls before giving them a squeaky clean and very close shave.

The king then pulled back a curtain revealing the ‘On-suit Shower this way’ sign with hand pointing to the room they were all in, before the guards carried and dropped them both onto the center of the bed! ‘Now! It’s, Fuck time! He roared! Before an orgy unfolded around them. Beauty climbed to sit on top of Prince clasping the sides of his head by his hair, looked down straight into his eyes saying ‘It’s time to Fuck me! I need you badly to fuck me hard!’

Grind her Clit!

Grind her good!

The chant managed to suddenly wipe clear the amnesia, to return all his memory into a beatific sharp focus. A smile dawned in Prince’s eyes as he peered longingly upwards into his Beauty’s, causing a smile to arise across her face, the moment marked by each other’s hips suddenly crashing together to move in synchrony. Prince’s glans slid up to find it’s way to embed within her wet slippery petals before finally meeting and driving it’s way past Beauty’s thin membrane. His cock finally attained a deep pleasure from her soft warm and moist grip. His now engulfed cock, moving in rhythm with:

Grind her Cunt!…

Harder! Harder!…

Fuck her Cunt!

Harder!… Hard!

Grind her! Cunt!…

Harder! Harder!…

Fuck her cunt!

Harder!… Hard!

Prince held Beauty’s hands, their fingers intertwined, his arms pulled apart to gently bring Beauty’s face down towards his so he could finally kiss her. His thumb stroked and encircled the sensitive inside of her lips as he held her cheek to gently touch and flick her lower lip with his own. Their tongues touched and tasted as they drank each other dry.

Beauty stretched upwards, prince glanced up to see her eyes roll up as her mouth opened, expressing her intense orgasm. And the mouth of her throbbing cunt squeezed and sucked on the embedded cock as her body juddered. Her panting gasps and groans turning to squeals.

His thrusting hips making him sputter out, ‘And!, they!, all!, lived!, happily!, ever!, after.?’.

‘And!, they, All,! Fucked, happily, ever, after’. Whispered the Queen’s warm moist breath, closely into his ear. The fingers of one hand playfully stroked, caressing and twisting his hair, while the thumb of her other, now softly brushed his ear and cheek to gently cup his chin and tease his bottom lip.

Sitting at the foot of the bed and looking lovingly across to his Queen, the King watched where the glans met and disappeared into his daughter Gretchen ‘s eager cunt. He gently held and stroked Prince’s, wet, slippery, love juice and precum drenched, balls. His thumb made a slow upward stroke along the shaft, briefly pausing to feel the stretched skin along the entrance to where the cock slid in and out, feeling the cunt’s tight skin getting dragged in and then getting pulled out by the cock, before caringly continuing it’s journey between and along the delicate petals, up to her arse crease to it’s final two destinations of his nose and mouth.

Now Grind!… Grind!…

Grind my Cunt!…

Grind my cunt! …Harder! Harder!…

Fuck my cunt!

Fuck me Hard!

She added to Prince’s ear. Looking up, her gaze met and looked longingly with love into the King’s soft eyes!! And said thanks dad for the best birthday present ever!

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Skyclad With The Priestess…

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Butt fucking gets old after awhile. The only reason a guy really wants it is because he’s usually told no, then it becomes a challenge to be met. If he’s lucky he gets his way and soon realizes it isn’t everything it was cracked up to be. (Pun intended) These were my thoughts as I dried off from my second shower of the day and headed back to bed.

My lovely partner Sharon had already made it back, snuggling all the pillows and smiling at me in the way that always made me dizzy. She had placed a hex on me, whether by design or chance I knew not, only that I’d be more than happy to find myself butt fucking her when we were in our eighties.

By way of introduction I suppose I should tell you that I am a spiritual gypsy. I move from belief to belief, learning what I can and then moving on. Those things that interest me or I find true I keep and discard the rest. Along the way I’ve had the fortune of dating women from all walks on the spiritual path. I’ve lived with an uptight catholic who had debilitating guilt over the fact we were living in sin, An honest to god holy roller who thought it suspicious that I wouldn’t pick up a fucking poisonous snake, A Buddhist willing to risk reincarnation to spend time in my bed and more than a few who simply didn’t find such things important.

Sharon practiced Wicca. I was surprised it had taken me so long to date a witch, then again its not like they advertise. Most don’t anyway; she carried her beliefs on her sleeve just waiting for some fool to challenge them. Pentacle earrings and necklace, Gothic dress just this side of acceptable, a dark brooding nature that seemed to ooze insight and mastery. Hell, I was in love.

When we weren’t having fantastic sex she would be teaching me of her beliefs. I learned candle magic, cleaning rituals, The Rede and consequences of violating it. I fell in love with Tarot and chose the Thoth deck as my own. Though we had only been together two months I was learning quickly and having the time of my life.

Now I found myself once again in her bed, my arms around her and her warm breasts against my side, her head on my chest and the rhythmic breathing of someone falling asleep as I myself began to drift away. For the first time in a long time it seemed my life was falling into place.

Yule was coming, the winter solstice which welcomes back the growing of the days and she and I were to celebrate with a ritual in the forest under a full moon. I couldn’t wait, though I did express a few concerns.

“So, let me get this strait.” I told her. “Were going to be naked while doing this ritual?”

“Its called skyclad.” She bahis firmaları replied, smiling at my innocence. “And you really don’t have to worry about who might see you, we’ll be alone.”

“I’m not worried about who might see me.” I said. ” I’m worried about freezing my dick off. You realize it’s the dead of winter don’t you?”

“We’ll have a fire.” She replied. “Don’t worry, you’ll be plenty warm enough.”

I was hoping that last statement meant there would be sex involved.

Though my doubts were many I still managed to overcome them, there was no way I was going to miss out on my first Pagan fireside ritual. The gypsy inside me just wouldn’t allow it.

So it came, the night I had been dreaming of for weeks. The temperature was actually warm for that time of year; I took it as a welcoming sign from the spirit of the Goddess to my own. The moon seemed larger than any moon had a right to be, an eternal clock moving across the night sky.

“You did remember to bring the matches, didn’t you?” I asked. It was more to make conversation than anything else.

“I have everything we need.” She replied.

I was hoping for more of an answer than that. We’d been walking for quite some time now, following a trail that she new and I couldn’t even see signs of. We were deep in the Ozark National Forest, it was pitch black and I was already getting nervous twitches from the experience. For gods sake there are bears and mountain lions and all kinds of wild animals in these parts. I’m absolutely serious when I tell you that I actually saw a Bigfoot once.

Finally we came to a small clearing that was surrounded by rocks and had a fire pit in the center. Fresh wood was already piled in the pit and I found that a bit odd, you usually come upon a fire pit that holds the ashes from the last fire. In just a few minutes the fire was blazing and she was preparing for the ritual.

She took a fold up broom from her backpack and extended it to full length, then began to dance softly around the fire and make sweeping motions.

“Your telling me after that long ass walk you actually had a broom? Hell woman, why didn’t we just fly out here?” I asked.

The sudden and sharp look from her told me instantly I’d better shut the fuck up. I guess some folks get a little touchy when you make jokes about their beliefs while standing in their church.

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. “I’m new at this.”

A little more chanting and some sacred offerings tossed into the fire and we were ready to get naked and enter the circle. I’m not an exhibitionist and getting undressed in a public place, even in the middle kaçak iddaa of the wilderness didn’t come easy for me. Still, I finally found myself stripped bare and waiting for her next words to see what I was suppose to do next.

Sharon led me into the circle and then she stepped in and began dancing and chanting around the inside of it. She hadn’t explained allot of what to expect beforehand and I was getting somewhat confused. Not to mention I could now hear every snap, crackle and pop that the forest was making. As I looked out around us I swear eyes were looking back. I kept taking deep breaths to calm myself cause I was about to fucking freak.

It’s difficult to really learn the intricacies of a ritual when your mind is racing with every new sound that came your way. I couldn’t get past the fact that I was deep in the forest in the middle of the night and all I had for protection was a lit candle and my lucky Mr. Snowman underwear, and I didn’t even have them on.

I get flashes of memories, but not much else of the ritual itself. I remember staring across the fire and being mesmerized as the shadows of the flames danced across her naked body. She passed me a chalice and I was grateful cause dear lord did I ever need a drink. It was empty. I have no fucking clue what that was about. I recall that her eyes were closed and she was whispering a spell or chant or something and I thought to myself, if I knew the way out of here she’d open her eyes and be wondering where the hell I’d gone

Finally she rose and began to dance in the opposite direction around the fire. I wanted to tell her to forget the dancing, lets just put our clothes on and get the heck out of there, but it just didn’t seem like a smart thing to do at the time. I wasn’t even bothered that we didn’t have sex. I just wanted to leave.

Finally we’d made it outside of the circle and after a bit more dancing and chanting on her part the ritual was over.

“We can dress and then we’ll need to get the fire out.” She said. My clothes were already on. Hell, I’d already tied my shoes.

While she began to get dressed I walked over and proceeded to do what I always do when I need to put out a fire, I pulled my dick out and got comfortable.

“YOU DO NOT PISS ON THE SACRED FIRE!” She yelled.

“You realize you should have explained more of the rules before we got here, don’t you?” I asked. She didn’t answer. Her mood seemed to be turning foul and mine wasn’t much better.

It took awhile but after stacking various rocks and scooping dirt on top of the fire it finally died out. Once again we were in the pitch darkness of kaçak bahis the forest with just our flashlights to get us safely back to the sane world.

She led the way and I followed not an inch behind as we made our way back to the car. I kept flashing my light behind us at every squeak and pop that seemed to roar from the forest. I could hear footsteps and I swear they were not ours. Something was following us.

She walked on without a care in the world as I prepared to fight to the death with nothing more than a flashlight and whatever was in the heavy ass backpack she had me carrying. Then I remembered the knife she had used during the ritual. I had no idea what she used it for but I knew it would feel really good in my hands at the moment. I fished around in the pack for it but it wasn’t there. Stupid bitch must have kept it for herself.

The walk out seemed to last an eternity. She walked in silence, I stayed close behind and whatever creature from the dark that followed kept pace.

Finally we came to a spot of the woods that I recognized. We were almost out, another three or four feet and we’d be in the clearing and then we could run across the field, jump in the car and scream back to the safety of the sociopath lunatics that were our friends and family.

She stopped.

What I didn’t know and she didn’t tell me was that a huge spider’s web was strung out before her. In the middle was a huge spider. She was looking for the safest way to go around it.

“Will you get going?” I asked, trying not to show the rising panic I felt. “There is something back there.” I was waving my flashlight at the trees behind us.

“The trees creak like that when the wind blows thru them.” She said, as if she had no worries in the world.

“The trees also creak like that when they’re sneaking up behind a mother fucker.” I shot back, but it didn’t help. She still didn’t move.

All I can say is what I did next seemed like the most logical and life preserving thing to do at the time. I placed my hand firmly in the center of her back and a few quick steps later we were out of the forest and in the clearing.

Quite frankly, I was glad to be there.

She on the other hand was screaming hysterically and beating her body like she was having a seizure. I still didn’t know anything about any spider; hell I thought the trees had got her. I would have run for the car but it was locked and she had the keys.

Sigh.

There’s really no point in going into the ugly details of how the rest of that relationship went. Suffice it to say I’m still woefully lacking in knowledge when it comes to the goddess. That bothers me too, Wicca is still a path I’ve yet to truly explore.

They say when the student is ready the teacher will appear. Someday I hope mine will.

Love and light to each of you,

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Many, thanks to Sandi3743. Without you, I wouldn’t have finished, actually, I wouldn’t have started. Your comments and editing skills are very much appreciated.

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Sunday evening

This was the first day of her vacation and Vickie was exhausted as she was finally able to sit in her window seat near the rear of the plane. If only she didn’t leave everything until the last moment. The packing, the letters she wrote, the arrangements that she thought were necessary all because of this vacation.

Vickie knew that she was not the same person that she was in September. She realized that she was playing a dangerous game, a game that could cause her considerable embarrassment, a course of action that could cost her job, her reputation, maybe even her freedom.

But Vickie couldn’t help herself. She was changed and she enjoyed her new found life but she knew that her teaching career would probably end. In one of her bags was a letter that she would send to the superintendent of schools explaining her resignation from her position. It was a total lie about leaving for sick family but she felt that she might need a way out. She waited to mail it because she loved teaching, she loved the molding of young lives, she loved her students, which was the reason why she had to resign. Students talked, students bragged, students gloated and that would be her demise.

She left her landlord an extra month’s rent, placing it along with a note on the small table in her apartment. He’d find it in a couple of weeks when he didn’t hear from her. She wasn’t sure why she was doing this but the planning made her feel better, even if she didn’t know where she would go or what she would do.

She planned on paying all her bills. Vickie wasn’t one to shirk her responsibility; she was just horny, so very, very aroused at the thought of this island vacation with her senior class.

The flight was a red eye and thankfully only about half full. When the flight attendant announced that they were ready for pushback, Vickie did as instructed and fastened her seatbelt and took notice of her surroundings. Only one other person sat in her three-seat section. A man sat in the aisle seat, leaving a comfortable emptiness between them.

Vickie stared out the small window, watching her world get smaller and smaller and thought about the school year. She never felt so alive before, so aware of her body and its needs, never so excited. She thought of her life before this year and what a recluse she was becoming, until SIX, Dave, awakened her dormant desires.

He awakened her to new feelings, new experiences, new sensations and he was a very capable teacher. Vickie had never touched a man before but because of Dave, she knew how to use her hands on a man. Thoughts of stroking him fueled her thoughts. She liked the feel of his hardness in her hand, her hand giving him pleasure, the look on his face when he climaxed, the feel of the warmth of his seed as it covered her hand.

She had never used her mouth before but now she was amazed at how much she liked having a man’s cock in her mouth; the smell, the taste, the anticipation when he would explode and fill her mouth with his cum. She could almost taste him now.

The flight was filled with these thoughts, of her experiences. The Vickie of September would never dream of desiring another female but the Vickie of today thought of Mary Ellen, Veronica, Nicole, even Pam and how they seemed to control her. She thought of the nights she and Mary Ellen spent in bed, naked, touching each other, fingering each other. The way Veronica teased her, the way she allowed Nicole to take pictures of her naked chest.

Vickie had experienced so many new things but she knew that she had one big sensation yet to sample, intercourse; she wanted to get laid, to have a man inside her, to fuck. She even knew who would be her first. It had to be Dave, just had to be. She just didn’t know how it would come about but she knew it would happen on this vacation.

The constant hum of the airliner’s engine seemed to be hypnotic as Vickie thought back. She couldn’t believe how she almost totally exposed herself to that group at the mall, how Pam gave her sexy clothes to try at the store and how she liked modeling them to gawking strangers.

“Ma’am, ma’am…”

Vickie’s head turned and realized the cute attendant was holding a blanket in her outstretched hand, offering it to her.

Then Vickie realized that her own hand was jammed down the front of her slacks.

She looked at the attendant, horrified that she was caught touching herself. Horrified that the male passenger in her row was staring at her.

“Ma’am, it’s okay, here, cover yourself. It’s a long flight, enjoy.”

Vickie took the blanket and spread it over herself, and once covered she put her hand back down inside her clothing. She continued to finger her excited sex, but instead of looking out the window, she stared at the man.

He just watched and Vickie wondered why he didn’t move closer to her. She continued to pleasure bahis firmaları herself, knowing she was acting like a slut as she stared at him. She was mentally begging him to replace her hand with his, trying to send telepathic messages to him that it would be okay to touch her, to finger her but he just watched until she finally climaxed. Vickie closed her eyes and didn’t open them until she felt the plane’s descent.

Once the plane had stopped, the signal was given that it was safe to unbuckle. The passengers in the rear of the plane stayed seated as the front disembarked first.

Her seat mate turned and smiled at her and she returned one in kind, almost telling him that he missed his opportunity and wondering what his cock would feel like between her lips.

He got her overhead bag for her and Vickie slowly followed the queue to exit the plane and begin her new adventure.

Early Monday morning

Vickie was in a taxi headed to her hotel. She couldn’t appreciate the true beauty of the island because of the darkness but the warmth of the tropical evening took the edge off of the colder climate that her body was accustomed to.

She checked into the hotel and her planned short nap turned into a much needed sleep.

She awoke a little after noon, island time.

This was the first true vacation for Vickie and she was unsure of proper island attire. She unpacked, eyeing each article of clothing to determine if it was appropriate. She was thankful that she brought some conservative clothes. When she finished unpacking, Vickie donned a pair of shorts and a top. She examined herself in the bathroom mirror and determined that she was dressed very conservatively. Pam would not approve, she thought. She headed out her hotel room door, down the elevator in search of her vacationing students.

No one gave her so much as a glance as she strode throughout the hotel lobby and finally the outside patio. Most, if not all of the women wore very little clothing. Vickie had never seen so much cleavage, side breast views, tanned bottoms with a thin thong that did a poor job of covering the firm asses of the vacationing females. Vickie felt overdressed but continued her search for her students, who were also at this hotel.

The lush hotel had two huge pools, one in the shape of a heart. That’s where Vickie spotted Mary Ellen. She almost missed her due to the number of boys surrounding her. Vickie walked closer but she wanted to observe the scene before she was spotted.

Mary Ellen was barely visible but she stood and was in the middle of at least five boys. Vickie only recognized Joey; the other boys were strangers but Vickie assumed that they were also tourists since most islanders would not venture onto Hotel grounds unless they worked at the hotel.

Vickie was dying to see what Mary Ellen was wearing and thought back to those days in the classroom when Mary Ellen would purposely leave the front of her blouse open knowing the boys could see her chest. She actually sighed as she remembered the feel and taste of those incredible breasts. Tits, Vickie corrected herself, Mary Ellen wanted her teacher to call them tits. She wondered just how much of her student’s tits were visible right now.

She Spotted Veronica and as usual, James was close by, but at least his hand wasn’t between her legs as it usually was in class.

She spotted Nicole lounging by the pool and of course she had on that familiar necklace. A boy sat upright on each side, facing the prone girl. Vickie got a little envious as the boys stared at her ample cleavage that was barely contained in her skimpy top, the necklace snuggling between her breasts.

She then saw Jose and Brian floating on a raft in the pool, and then Elona walking towards the diving board. Vickie watched the girl, never really appreciating the slim girl’s tall, compact body and her proud breasts before today. Elona dove into the pool and Vickie noticed more than a few boys watching her.

Tommy sat with his feet dangling into the pool and it appeared that he was even more lonely here than he was in school.

She kept looking for Dave, SIX, the student that was responsible for her change, but Vickie couldn’t find him.

She felt hot, standing in the sun and suddenly she heard her name.

“Miss Roach, Hey Vickie.”

It was Mary Ellen. The boys parted and allowed her to walk towards the teacher. Vickie soaked in the girl’s youthful beauty. The top of her suit was low cut and her ample breasts jiggled with her movement. The suit bottom was small but covered her. Mary Ellen suddenly stopped and twirled, giving her teacher a view of the entire package, a scantily clad package. Mary Ellen’s youthful ass was barely covered. While the back of her suit was not a thong, it was very thin and left most of her exposed.

She approached her teacher and hugged her and then stepped back to look at her teacher.

“What happened, teach?”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve regressed. You look like the old Miss Roach. Not old, you know what I mean, the kaçak iddaa way you used to dress. Didn’t you bring those outfits we picked out?”

“Um, yes, I brought them, it’s just that…”

Mary Ellen didn’t let her finish; she grabbed Vickie’s hand and dragged her back to the hotel lobby.

“What room you in?”

“812.”

“Let’s go. Right now. Do I have to teach you everything?”

Vickie felt like Mary Ellen was scolding her but she turned and followed her, not wanting to disappoint her.

Mary Ellen led her to the elevator and they entered when the door opened. Two hotel employees also entered, one carrying a tray with a covered dish on it and the other pushing a cart. They were all quiet as they rose.

The women were the first to get off and Vickie headed towards her room.

“Wait,” said Mary Ellen.

Vickie stopped.

“I want to see something. Just wait.”

Mary Ellen just stared at the numbers indicating the current floor of the elevator. It went to nine and stopped and then quickly headed down.

“Four,” said Mary Ellen.

Vickie didn’t understand but watched the numbers with Mary Ellen and sure enough the elevator stopped at the fourth floor.

“Uh huh” said Mary Ellen, “I knew it.”

“Knew what?’ asked Vickie as they started to walk towards room 812.

“They were supposed to get off on the fourth floor.”

“How do you know?”

“There was a piece of paper on the tray that guy was carrying and it had a name along with room 410. The man with the cart had the same piece of paper. They should have gotten off on four.”

“So what?” said a very confused teacher, “Then why didn’t they?”

They got to Vickie’s room and she opened the door and they entered.

“They got sidetracked, teach. The same way you did.”

“What are you talking about?”

Mary Ellen laughed and then said, “Boobs; they were staring at my boobs. You were staring at my boobs. They either missed their floor by accident or on purpose but my boobs caused it. Boobs can be a powerful thing, teach and I’m going to make sure that you show more of yours. Okay?”

Vickie started to say something but Mary Ellen put a finger to her teacher’s lips to shush her and deftly reached behind her back and pulled the thin string that bound her top, causing it to drop. Mary Ellen stood in front of her teacher, tall and proud and almost completely naked and Vickie soaked in her student’s beauty.

Mary Ellen took Vickie’s hand and placed it on her naked breast.

“All day long, hungry, horny boys, and men, staring, even some women gawking at my chest. Makes a girl kinda horny, teach. Been horny all day, waiting, now give me some love.”

She reached behind her teacher’s head and pulled her willing head towards her and then down until the teacher’s open mouth surrounded her nipple and she sucked.

“Remember everything that I taught you, Miss Roache.”

Mary Ellen moved her head back and forth from one breast to the other, enjoying the attention when she finally dropped her hands.

Vickie stood up straight, and Mary Ellen said, “Look at you.” She then turned her teacher to face the mirror.

“This won’t do at all; nope, not at all. Let’s get you out of these old lady clothes right now.”

Mary Ellen pulled the teacher’s top over her head and threw it on the bed; next, she unhooked her bra and added it to the shirt. Vickie stood passively as Mary Ellen’s hands squeezed her naked breasts, and in an instant she dropped to her knees in front of Vickie and pulled down her shorts. Vickie did nothing to stop her and when her panties were soon being pulled down her legs, she submissively lifted one leg then the other to allow Mary Ellen to strip her completely.

Mary Ellen’s eyes went to her teacher’s sex and she said, “You have the cutest pussy.”

The eighteen year old leaned forward and her mouth was just about to reach its prize, when there was a knock on the door.

Vickie started to move to the bathroom, but Mary Ellen told her not to move, “This is the islands, teach, you have to learn to let it hang loose.”

Mary Ellen went to the door and opened it with the chain still securing the door.

She said a few words and then she swung the door open and Vickie was mortified that she would be seen naked by whoever was entering.

She stayed in place and forced herself not to move. Her mind raced, her breath quickened as she realized that she enjoyed being exposed, enjoyed showing her nakedness to another person.

The voice, it sounded so familiar and then she saw Nicole.

“I thought I saw you. Checked the desk and sure enough Miss Vickie Roach, room 812.”

Nicole walked towards the teacher, making no pretense of staring at her naked chest, staring at her naked pussy.

She didn’t say a word and finally she stood in front of her. Nicole leaned forward and kissed Vickie softly on the lips.

Vickie liked the feel of her lips on hers and still didn’t move.

Nicole then cupped each breast in a hand and held them, letting her kaçak bahis thumb glide over the teacher’s sensitive nipple.

“Very nice, teach, may I indulge myself, Mary Ellen?” Nicole asked as she lifted a breast towards her lips.

Mary Ellen just nodded yes and Nicole busied herself licking one tit then the other.

Nicole continued to mouth her and she didn’t ask permission as she let one tit drop and lowered her hand and cupped Vickie’s shaved pussy.

The teacher’s mind swirled with thoughts. She remembered that evening when Mary Ellen told her to shave ‘down there’. When the teacher protested, Mary Ellen knew why. “Never did it before, huh, teach. Want me to help?” Vickie felt so controlled, so submissive, but so excited when her student had her sit, legs spread wide as she diligently went about the task. Finished, Mary Ellen held a mirror so the teacher could evaluate her work. “Everyone will want to touch you, teach,” predicted Mary Ellen and here was Nicole, sampling her.

The teacher knew she was going to truly enjoy this island if this was the usual manner in which she would be greeted.

Nicole stood straight up and stared directly into Vickie’s eyes as she slowly caressed her wetness until she dipped a finger inside the receptive teacher’s pussy.

Mary Ellen broke up this sexual interlude and said, “Come on, we have to her appropriately dressed for the pool.”

Nicole reluctantly withdrew her finger and used her wet digit to make tiny damp rings on Vickie’s nipple, only to then bend over and lick it clean.

“Delicious, Miss Roache,” said Nicole as she licked Vickie’s essence from her finger and looked at Mary Ellen, “May I reserve some pussy time for later?”

Mary Ellen smiled and Vickie laughed and answered, “Okay, sure but you don’t need a reservation.”

“When they all see you, teach, I’ll need a reservation.”

They spent the good part of an hour dressing and then undressing the teacher. Making her model the skimpy swimwear and then stripping her so she could try on another. Between each they would make it a point of groping her breasts and now puffy nipples, to run a quick hand between her legs, testing her state of arousal, making sure that she stayed aroused.

At last the two girls evaluated their work and decided that for the first day, this current swimsuit would be suitable. They turned her towards the mirror and let her see what she looked like.

Vickie’s heart skipped a beat as she looked at herself. Even though she had tried on this suit with Pam, the thought of going outside where everyone could see her was both scary and exhilarating. Her top was like a single white strip of cloth that stretched tightly across her chest, a glorified tube top. Vickie could see the hint of her nipples through the material and wondered what would happen if she ever got it wet.

The bottom was a little more generous than Mary Ellen’s swim suit bottom. The material fit her like a small pair of boxer briefs but hugged her body tightly and was very low cut. Vickie could feel the material hugging tightly between her legs and again wondered what would happen if it ever got wet, wet from either side.

She turned and was thankful that her butt was more covered than Mary Ellen’s.

“So…” said Mary Ellen, waiting to hear her teacher’s opinion.

“I can’t…”

Mary Ellen gave her a stern look. “Don’t say can’t… Just don’t… Look, you’re as sexy as fuck and every man on this island will want to do just that. You’re a walking erection maker. Grab a wrap, a towel, and some lotion and let’s go down and see just how many tents your hot bod will cause.

“She’s right, Miss. You are beautiful. Don’t be afraid to show it off.”

Vickie took one last look at herself in the mirror, sucked in a deep breath and said to Nicole, “Vickie.”

“Huh?” replied Nicole.

“Call me Vickie, please. I have this rule that anyone who has had a finger in my pussy can no longer call me miss. Okay?”

“Okay. Yes, Okay Vickie, let’s go raise some blood pressure.”

While she gathered the items that Mary Ellen mentioned the two girls made comments about having Vickie appear in class dressed like this. Wouldn’t it be awesome to have her teach about vectors when every boy in class would be able to demonstrate?

Vickie had to take a quick peek in the mirror to see if her skimpy suit betrayed her excitement. Other than two small bumps caused by her nipples, she was good to go. Vickie was getting excited as she stowed her stuff in her small fishnet bag that tied to her wrist.

They left the apartment and entered a crowded elevator. The women had to squeeze in but the crowd allowed them to by pushing further to the rear of the car. Everyone was facing front, pressed against one another. Vickie could feel the man behind her. His hand was on her upper leg and she could feel him push his midsection against her bottom. She smiled to herself as she thought about what Mary Ellen said. Vickie had one tent to her credit and she was already enjoying her vacation.

The elevator doors opened and it seemed that everyone was getting out at the hotel lobby. Vickie waited an instant and actually pushed her sexy butt back, against the erection behind her and then left, without turning around.

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