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„Ok, pick you up tomorrow evening. I’m looking forward to it. I love you honey. Mmmwaaahh.“ I hung up the phone. Pamela invited me to the theatre. Sometimes she is doing it, her father has a good connection to the director and frequently gets free tickets.

It’s always wonderful with her. We’re a couple for a few months now, even knowing for a long time now and I feel comfortable being with her. 
Next evening, I take on my blue suit and a short white shirt. It’s a hot summer day, but raining all day. Sometimes just a bit, sometimes there is heavy rain.

I drive to her house to pick her up. As usual I’m in time and, also as usual, Pam is ready. She is wearing a long blue coat, which is closed as it’s raining again and it’s a nice contrast to her yellow umbrella. I welcome her with a hug and a passionately kiss, then she sits down aside me and we go to the theatre. 

“We have some of the best tickets today.” She is smiling, her voice seems to be excited and I feel she is really in good mood. My mind is drifting away….

She almost is in good mood. My sweet Sunday girl. But the only time she was like today, so excited, almost randy, was when we had a quickie during a wedding party. Of course I have felt her emotions, but thought it was because of the wedding. You know, girls are crazy when another girl is marrying. Seems to be a social disease. Later that day I found out, she planned to have sex while the other guests are celebrating. After a dance, she pulled me into a little room beside the hall. I just could close the door, when she put her legs around me, kissed me wild and greedy… then went down to her knees, released my cock and gave a great blowjob.

Then she stood up, turned around, face to wall, pulled up her dress and told me to fuck her. Don’t ask if I was horny – I wasn’t able to think about the wedding, the people behind this wall nor what they are going to ask when we’re back. I just wanted her and I took her. Pushed her panties aside and my hard cock deep and fast inside. A scream escaped her lips and I felt her pussy is leaking… this girl is so hot and naughty and I thank god for the day we met. We just needed a few thrusts and came together…

Afterwards we danced and laughed, had fun with the wedding party and acted, as if nothing had happened. When the party was over we went home and made love again and again. I never will forget this wedding…

“Are you dreaming?” Her voice is bringing me back. We almost had an accident. “Honey, I want to go to theatre, not to hospital.” “Well.. I know quite a few nasty things we can do in hospital” I’m grinning. We’re both are laughing. Few minutes later we reach the theatre.

She takes off her coat to put it to the coatrack. I look at her and phewwwww… she is wearing a very short dress, black coloured with golden stripes and just small laces. She also is wearing high-heels in fitting colours. All together it fits perfect and is an amazing “cover” for her beautiful body. I remember when she has bought it. We were shopping, looking for a short dress for a party. We found a nice little boutique where we never have been before. We described our idea and the saleslady looked at her, saying “I have the perfect one for you, it’s a clubwear dress. Also I am sure your friend” she was looking to me “will be enthusiastic!”

We both smiled. “Show the dress and leave us alone for a while” I devilish grinned…

“Haha, no I’m sorry, I can’t do that.” She laughed.

As we still have some time, we drink a glass of Champaign in the lobby. We do just small talk but then and when my eyes wander above her dress. “Shall we go to our seats now?” She is asking and I agree. We go up to the 3rd floor until we reach the door to a balcony. “It wasn’t sold until yesterday, so my father got it.” I smile… good luck to have this dad.

I closed the door behind us and did another secret view to her body – this time I could admire her back and her well-formed butt. The high-heels made her long legs looking like endlessly…

I looked around. We have a perfect view to the stage and now, as all the lights are on, we also can see the other balconies. Sally is leaning on the balustrade, her face to me. She is bending back a bit and smiling. Her nipples are shining through the fabric, leaving little impressions on it. Obviously she isn’t wearing a bra. “Try to distract” I tell myself. It’s not necessary she is noticing I’m starring on her tits – and it’s also not necessary, she is noticing the beginning bulge in my trousers as I get dirty minds.

 Sex is always great between us and though we know for one year now, it’s still getting better and better each time. Sometimes we want to go out for dinner, but aren’t able to leave house. We meet and it’s like we’re two starved wild animals and just want to devour us. I remind our last sex, my mind is drifting away…

I have picked her up for a concert and reached in time. She opened the door and let me in, telling she needs few minutes to dress herself. This day, she had to work longer than usual and was late. She just had left shower and was dressed with a towel. As we kissed, I put my arms around her but very soon my hand moved under her towel, squeezing her buttocks. “Naughty boy” she moaned “we don’t have time you know” “No we don’t have time” I replied while my hand moved along her chink to her pussy… my middle finger felt her fresh shaved pussy… I entered her and felt she already was so wet… fingered her while we greedy kissed. Her towel fell down and she pressed her body against me… my cock was hard too and wanted to be in her…

“We… shouldn’t… do…. it… now” She gasped and I agreed… but opened my zipper, released my hard cock, lifted her, pushed her against the wall and shoved it inside fast… “Don’t… stop” She moaned and arched her back, put her legs around me and suddenly almost screamed “Fuck me honey!” My inner beast took control and I fucked her brain out… just few seconds later we both exploded with a big scream. Felt her juices running out, wetting my cock, my body and balls… while my cum flooded her hot pussy.

“Look” her voice is bringing me back to here and now. “People are so small, looking like ants as they’re looking for their seats.” I step closer, standing straight behind her, also looking down. At least I try to. Don’t see really much, as I’m feeling her back and butt, her hair is tickling my face. As I’m breathing, I feel her scent. It’s a wonderful perfume she is wearing. Sweet, flowery and easy and my senses are blurred immediately.
She is moving a bit. Because she is doing this, her butt is rubbing my bulge, which is clearly noticeable. She must notice it – but acts as if she doesn’t. I think she doesn’t want to notice it. Yes, we had sex in public before, but it was on a wedding party and we could disappear in a little room behind the hall. We have heard the music and noises but they couldn’t see us. Here it’s different. As we are able to see other people on the balconies, they also are able to see us.

Suddenly the lights are subdued. “Let’s sit down” she says,

“Yes” I agree, but don’t go back. Far from it I press my body towards her, embrace her and whisper “You’re making me very horny honey” while licking her earlobe I go on “and anyhow I’m not interested in the play anymore but in you.” Softly moaning into her ear, my left hand is fondling her left thigh…

I feel she is getting goose pimples, though she replies “What? I haven’t done anything!”

 “No? You’re not wearing this dress to make me horny, you’re not posing in front of me to make me hot and you are not excited babe?” My right hand moves up to her breasts, feeling her hard nipples… I go back, pulling her with me until we sit down – with her on my lap. My left hand quickly moves from her thigh to her panties. It feels moist and without a break two of my fingers are moving above it… through the fabric I can feel her lips and also her clit. Simultaneously my right hand is releasing her tits and I knead them…

She is turning her head to me, her eyes are half-closed but I can see the fire burning inside…a gasp is leaving her lips as she opens them and an electric spark is released as our tongues meet.
I rub stronger and same way I’m increasing pressure, our kiss is getting wilder. Pamela is spreading her legs as far as possible in this seat and my finger slips aside her panties to her lips. God, she is as wet as a heavy rain and her nipples are harder than rocks. My girl is a volcano, ready to breakout every time and so am I.

“Get up” I tell her. She does and so do I. Then I sit her down again while I knee myself in front of her. As I look at her panties, I see a dark wet spot. As I move my face closer, I smell her pure lust... I’m breathing deep to fill my lunges with her scent and to be surrounded by her aroma.

Kissing her wet panties first, then sucking them… as I hear her moaning my name… she notices I’m pushing her panties aside again. Mmmm what a wonderful view. Her pussy is shining because of the wetness, her lips are wide opened and it seems her cave is calling me. This must be heaven…
Just one second later, she feels one of her lips is sucked… I’m not just sucking, but also nibbling… while the other one is massaged between my thumb and finger, and her moaning gets louder. Also she is moving restless in the chair and her clit is swollen.

After a while I stop and lick along her lips until I reach her little hot button. He gets his kiss first too. Then I lick around… and just as the tip of my tongue is touching it, I also push my index finger in her pussy… A little scream escapes her mouth. I don’t know if other people see us well, but I know for sure they must have heard this!

But she also doesn’t want to stop. She is pushing her body against my face and I notice, she is kneading her tits full of passion.
My tongue is circling around her clit, my finger is moving forth and back and we’re both are lost in the moment. We don’t care about the other guests and less about the play. We have our own play!

I leave her clit and lick straight to her entrance… pull out my finger but just to fuck her with my tongue now. It’s dancing inside, I’m turning and circling it and as I feel her hand on my head, pressing it closer to her, I know she is close… Her body is in tension, she is moaning louder and her air is pressed out of her lunges… I won’t stop before she is having her orgasm. I love to taste her honey and more I love to eat her honey pot, to devour her… while I go on, I rub some of her juices around her little rose. “Oh my god… honey…soon” I hear her huskily voice… and it’s all too much for her as I now push my finger inside her ass and my tongue is reaching the deepest side of her temple.

She is cumming, moaning and gasping, her body is shaking and shrugging and her hands are pressing my face so hard against her, that it feels she wants to push me inside…
As she calms down, I gentle kiss her pussy, her mons and thighs. Carefully I’m licking every drop dripping out of her channel. She is pulling me up and we kiss long and deeply, while I’m fondling her wonderful breasts…

Suddenly we hear big applauds. Surprised we look around, just to notice the play has a break. We look at each other and laugh… no, the audience didn’t clap their hands because of us, though I’m sure a few did.

“I could need a drink.” She is saying “I just had my favourite one” I reply laughing. “Mmm yes you had. But I haven’t got mine” She is winking and we leave the balcony to walk to the bar. A few minutes later, the break is over. I get the feeling, some are watching us (you know this feeling, when you think someone is looking at you, quickly turning his head when you look back and silent whisper) and we might be the reason for some talks too.

“Don’t wait, go to the balcony, I quickly have to go to toilet.” Pamela is speaking with her sweet singing voice. “No problem.” I reply and go. While I’m sitting on my seat, I smile and think about what’s happened. Within a second my cock is hard and I grab my crotch. Can’t resist to touch it…and frighten as I feel a hand on my chest. I didn’t notice Pamela is back. She is grinning devilish “Can’t you wait my horny man?” She is looking like a strict teacher, but her voice is the opposite.

 “I just wanted to be prepared when you’re back”

“That’s good. I don’t have had enough honey. I want more. I want you.”

 “And you will get me honey. Me, my hard cock and my load.”

“That’s I wanted to hear - just wait a second!” She is moving to the balustrade. As she is looking down, she is pulling up her dress a bit. Oooh… she isn’t wearing her panties anymore and I have perfect view to her ass and pussy. Slowly she is spreading her buttocks, then rubbing her pussy… and as she turns around, she is licking her own finger…

 My cock now is hammering and wants to come out. It wants to come out, just to dive into this hot gate and I open my zipper and button. Step by step she is walking to me. As she is close, she is bending down to kiss me… our tongues are snaking and when I feel her fingernails fondling my shaft I moan in her mouth.

She uses this moment to sit down on me. “Aaahh” is all I can say as she starts to squeeze my cock with her pussy. “Fuck me baby” I tell her and she is doing it. She starts to ride like a devil. My hands are kneading her buttocks and we’re looking at each other. “You’re so hot honey and I would even fuck you on stage now.” I gasp and have to be careful not to scream my words… “You are hot honey” She moans “And you could fuck me wherever you want!”

We greedy kiss, our tongues are fighting and snaking…she is sucking my lower lips, almost biting it hard… her hard nipples are peaking my chest and I can’t resist to bite them. “Yes, yes, yes” she is shouting, her hands on my head again as I’m sucking her tit into my mouth. Oh god, I could devour her now completely…”HONEY…YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS” her voice seems to be so far and so close…

I am so far away but also so lost in that moment, that I just notice she is cumming again, when she is releasing her juices around my cock and scratching my back with her nails. We stay in this position, just hugging as now, our bodies pinned together. We move slowly, almost not at all. It’s helpful for me, as I was close to cum too. After she calms down, we increase speed and I knead her buttocks… Soon I’m close again and she feels my building orgasm…

Quickly she gets up and is pressing this little place at the end of my shaft, to stop myself from cumming. “Wait” she is grinning “not yet! I haven’t had my favourite drink.” She goes down on her knees and while her eyes are locked on my eyes, she is wanking my cock. Then she just is holding it, while I feel her tongue licking my balls... I moan louder as I feel she is sucking them and few seconds later her tongue is licking my shaft until she is reaching the head. She gives a nice kiss… and it appears deep in her mouth.

“Oh Pam” Putting my hand on her head, pushing it down while I lift my hips and fuck her mouth. Deeper and deeper she is taking it, she also is sucking stronger and stronger and I feel I will cum soon…

My heart is beating faster, the mood around is increasing my feelings... the dimmed lights, the actors on stage and the audience around.  There are noises the whole time and I feel some people are watching us. They must see us – perhaps not very good, but they see her head coming up and down, must see me and also hear me gasping and moaning. I can’t be silent now. I’m much too horny and not knowing we are noticed is turning me on.

 Never thought I like this – but I do. And Pam seems to like it too… she is blowing my cock so passionately, almost greedy… she is starting to rub her clit… “Cum honey… cum in my mouth... I want it” she is moaning. I want it too. I also can’t stop it now, even if I wanted.

“Yes honey.. now… I’m…cumming……..” I try to be silent, but I’m not that kind of man. When I’m horny, and I’m deadly horny, I have to show my emotions. And now, I do not simple cum. I explode. Pam is not just sucking my cock, she is rubbing her clit and the other hand is on my balls… seems she wants to get all the fluids out of my body. My horny girl…

“aaaaahhh” I’m cumming and I can feel my rockets are hitting her throat…my pelvis is shrugging, strong I’m pressing her head to my cock, pouring into her mouth… Pam is sucking and swallowing, I feel she wants it all… but some cream is running out of her mouth, along my boner to my balls…
I look at her, smiling, feeling great. She is looking to me, her eyes filled with pleasure too, also smiling. My index finger is wiping some cream of her chin and lips. I offer her my finger and with pleasure she is sucking it, licking my seeds like ice cream. Next she is taking my cock again, perfect cleaning it with her lips and tongue. My eyes are closed and I just enjoy. Mmmm this could go on for hours.

As all our senses are back, we hear well known-sounds. Surprised we’re looking at each other and turn our heads to the spring of the noises. On the balcony to the left, we see another couple having fun – obviously our goings-on animated this couple to have sex too. The girl is sitting backwards on his cock, circling her hips, while he is rubbing her clit. The girl is trying to keep her mouth closed – obviously she doesn’t want to be heard but we do hear her. And so we do hear him, cause he now is moaning louder, almost grunting… and though we can’t really see it, we know what’s coming now – he is cumming.

I don’t know if it’s watching this scene or if it’s Pam’s hand, still holding and stroking my cock, but I’m horny again. I pull her to me, we deeply kiss… I taste my own cum as our tongues meet and also feel her honey dripping out to my body. She also had an orgasm while I was cumming…

Her wild kisses are showing she still is horny too, the way she is moving her long nails on my chest is an unique sign she hasn’t got enough and still is hungry.
“Let’s go babe!” I stop our kiss. “What do you have in mind?” Pam is asking. “There is a wonderful terrace. It’s a wonderful night, stars are shining bright and it’s warm. We are undisturbed and we’ll have hot sex all night long. Only the sky is the limit – and our single audience” “Hmmm my horny man” she is smiling, her eyes are sparkling “you always have such convincingly arguments.”

Hand in hand, smiling all around our heads, we leave...

THE END.

                                           
                                             
His hand came down again on her bare bottom in front of him. The slap was loud.  She whimpered softly. The sting of his hand excited her and she felt the warmth of her secretions flood between her legs. Her flesh vibrated and teased her more as she felt them resonate to her sex and sensitive breasts.

“ 6,“ he counted. It pleased him to see her cheeks were reddened quite nicely. She would have to sit down gingerly over the next few days.
They were in his tournament tent. He was a Knight of the Realm and as such had sworn to protect his King, but he was also allowed time away from his protection duties to take part in the Jousting Contests that featured around the country.  Sometimes, even further afield.

Today was one of these Round Table contests, where Knights were qualifying in the knockouts for the Final in a couple of days. The large field had been turned into a Tournament Village. It had an impressive arena or tilting yard that had been constructed for the Knights taking part. Tiered wooden stands and seating had been erected for the audience to see their jousting skills and to cheer for their favoured Knight.

 They were popular events and well attended by Knights and public alike. Colourful and distinctive heraldic standards, pennons and flags displayed badges and crests and were hung all around the village and make-shift stadium.

The centre piece of the tilting yard was a long, straight, wooden corral type fence, also decorated in heraldic flags and pennons. This was to  separate  the two  Jousting Knights  from riding into each other’s path and  to ensure  a straight run to the end of the tilt yard,  where, when reached,  the Knights  wait for a winner to be declared or to prepare for another jousting run and, to replace their broken lances. The contest continued until one of the knight’s was left victorious.

Sir Lochton was one of the top seeds, and won tournaments regularly, along with another Knight, his arch rival - Sir Wilfred who displayed the heraldric emblem of the Black Bear standing sideways, on his shield with a burgundy background.
His own shield was a standing Grey & White Wolf on a royal blue back ground. People came far and wide to see both of them. They were of the same rank and held in high esteem by their Kings.

Both Knights were highly competitive and as was the norm in their field of work, barely had time to court and develop relations with a chosen woman.
They therefore had a harem of female followers, who they would take to their beds when they felt they needed such company. It was the unspoken rule that once claimed by a Knight, the woman would not show favour to another Knight. They would stay for that Knight’s pleasure alone.
And this was where, the young filly, bent over before him, had broken that rule and he had to punish her, as a warning to his other women.  She had been caught, seen fucking Sir Wilfred behind his tournament tent.

“ 7,” He smacked harder.  She squirmed to try and get out of the ropes that secured her wrists to his saddle bench.

She wore a long olive green dress, with the Sir Lochton, Wolf emblem tabard over the top, to show her support for him. He had lifted it up, scrunched it to her waist and taken her lacy French panties to her knees.  Her bare rounded buttocks were displayed very nicely and he could glimpse her pink pussy lips nestled between her tightly closed legs.  Excited pussy lips, he could see they were moist from his spanks.

He walked round to the front of her and bought her head up by pulling on her hair. She had tears of remorse and enjoyed pain in her eyes.  A few had escaped down her cheeks.   “Did you like Sir Wilfred fucking you?” He asked her sternly.

She knew better than to lie to him.  Sir Wilfred would relish telling him over a beer in the exclusive beer tent.  Open only to the competitors and invited guests, after the day’s events.

“Yes, it was exciting,” she admitted.   
   
“Did he know you were mine?”   He asked. She had told him this already.

“Yes, I told you Sir Lochton, he saw my tabard. He was nice to me. He knows how to entice a lady and then he was kissing me, fondling me and bending me over to fuck me...  and I wanted him too. It was like I was possessed by him. “

He nodded and picked up a leather paddle, flexing it in front of her. 
“Should I use this on you for being a naughty whore?” 

Her eyes widened. He could see the excitement that lurked there.  She loved him to punish her like this. They both knew it.  He just, wouldn’t fuck her after. That would be her punishment, he would leave her wanting.

“Yes Sir.” She almost pleaded, “Sir,” hoping to placate him too, “I meant nothing to him. He has a special lady that he wants, Lady Lindsey... He hankers for her ... He wants her, as his Number  1.“

Sir Lochton  returned behind her and using the paddle, he spanked her naughty bottom. He paused between each strike to build her anticipation.

 “8,”... She whimpered at his strike...   

“9,”... The wet excitement leaked onto her inner thighs...

“10,”... Her bottom burned and glowed red. 

He put the paddle down and touched her pussy lips. She was very wet and more than ready for his cock if he wanted, but he wouldn’t.
He pushed two fingers into her wet cavity and she groaned at his intrusion. He twisted them inside her, found her G spot and massaged it roughly.  He placed his free hand on her lower back to keep her steady.

 She was very excited, groaned at his play and started to rock and circle on his fingers. He pushed a third finger in her and then his thumb teased her anus. His little finger brushed her clitoris as it slid in her furrow.  Her gasps indicated her fervour.
He finger fucked to his knuckles.  She groaned and moaned as her need built.

He enjoyed the tightness of her channel, the intimacy he could take with her on demand, the sight of her, writhing in enjoyment, taking pleasure on his fingers and the vision of her  bent double and her rounded bottom presented to him. 
He felt the stiffness in between his legs and contemplated whether to push his cock into the mouth of another of his woman in front of her. The thought of teasing her in this way excited him.  Maybe he would savour that for later. 

He deliberately took her to the brink of orgasm and then stopped.  She pulled at the ropes in frustration, wanting more. She loved to please him and loved sex,  and that was the only reason, he had not cast her out for her indiscretion.

“You can stay like that for the rest of the day. Everyone who enters my tent then, can see you as you are and know you are under punishment,” he decided.

She  grimaced  at the thought of her lower waist being displayed in such a way,  but nodded and whispered, “ But Sir...“ She ached for gratification, then thought better of it, “Yes Sir, Thank you Sir “

He ventured to the tent’s entrance. He had a Wolf heraldry windbreaker placed a few feet in front of the opening to offer some privacy. It was chest high, high enough to watch the jousting in the arena. 
Most of the Knights had similar breakers in front of their tents.  Only the top four seeded knights had such views of the Arena though.  Most tents were placed further back and the Knights had to walk in with their horses and helpers.

 He licked at his fingers covered in her juices as he watched the event.

The  Red & Gold “Hawk“ Knight was taking up position at one end of the arena,  the “Wild Boar“ Yellow & Green  Knight at the other.  They and their horses were in body armour to give some protection from the charge of the opposing horse and Knight.
They held the 6 feet long, thick, wooden jousting sticks at the ready.

 The lances were made of oak and in the Knight’s unique colours. They were deliberately blunt for they were not meant to pierce the Knight’s steel armour but to dislodge the Knight from his horse.  The Knight’s hand, wrist and lower forearm was protected by a coned collar attached to the jousting stick about a third of the way up the lance.

The charge horses stamped their feet in the sandy floor, impatient to start their short gallop into the confrontation ahead.  They are dressed in full pageantry, befitting of the Jousting Tournament.   

The horses wore Rein Barding; Chest and Rump Comparisons, all of which were in the colours of their Knight for identification.  They also had a Chanfron on their heads, an iron shield for protection from otherwise lethal lance hits and neck spurs to assist the rider hold & balance when he was delivering the blow to his opponent.

The horse’s head collars were held by one on the Knight’s faithful grooms, dressed in the Knights heraldic comparison - a type of ornamental cloth featuring the owner's heraldic signs and colours.

 They all watched for the flag to drop, the groom’s ready to let loose the horse, free then, to gallop towards the opponent.

The Knights lowered their steel helmets so only their eyes could be seen and the vents around their nose & mouth.  The helmets were specially made for Jousting, with narrow eye slits, made so that the wearer could only see out by leaning forwards. If the wearer straightened up, just before the impact of the lance, the eyes were hidden and completely protected.

The Knights wore full suits of steel plate armour, called a "harness" that included extra pieces specifically for use in jousting contests. This was a light combat suit, reinforced with heavier "bolt-on" protective plates on the cuirass (breastplate).  They both displayed their shield crest on a steel plate on their left breast, the usual target of the jousting lance, and they wore a special jousting arm and shoulder-pieces, which traded mobility for  the extra protection they would need in this contest.

They, as did all the Knight’s and horses looked magnificent  and fearsome in their colourful battle dress.
The Knight’s shifted & positioned themselves in their saddle, which had a high back to provide leverage during the charge or support when hit. They tested that their stirrups were long enough for the necessary leverage to deliver blows with the lance.

Then lastly, the Knight’s raised their jousting sticks higher towards their opponent. They nodded to one of their helper’s to raise their distinctive pennant in readiness for battle,  and the appointed umpire, seeing both Knight’s were ready,  raised the neutral white flag for their indication for when the charge was to begin.

The crowd cheered for their particular hero and then fell silent again, waiting for the fall of the white flag to start the gallop. 
The flag was lowered and the horses began their galloping charge, gathering speed with each stride. The jousting sticks were held out at an angle towards the opponent. The blunt club end was ideal for thudding the riders in the chest or shoulder to dislodge or overbalance them in the saddle.  The Knight who remained in the saddle would be declared the winner.

The crowd roared their delight at the majestic horses and Knights who rode at full pelt.  About half way,  the clash occurred. The sickening crunch and thud of wood hitting the metal of the armour was heard. Wooden  splinters  and shards flew through the air. Both Knights hit their  target.  But one, had a better aim than the other.  Hawk was knocked backwards and dangerously swayed in the saddle. He fought to regain his balance and did so,  up righting himself  and still holding on to the  stump of his broken joust.  He continued to the end of the field to take up position.

Wild Boar was hit clean in the chest. He flew from his horse, losing his broken jousting stick in the process.  He landed face up, on the sandy floor, winded.  His faithful aids rushed to his side to check for injuries and assisted him to his feet with the heavy, restricting armour.

 After a few minutes, he rose up, and his helmet was removed. He was bruised but otherwise unhurt and he acknowledged the crowd and the victorious Knight. This contest was over for him. They cheered  him as he was helped from the sandy tilting yard. 

Hawk is declared the winner by a raised white victorious flag, held high by the Joust’s umpire in his hand on the winner’s side of the field.  The Knight’s “Hawk“ pennon  was then hung  higher  on the marking board, as the competition progressed.   A loud cheer erupted from the crowd at his victory.

Hawk, still on his horse awaited at the end of the corral type fence, while Wild Boar cleared from the arena . He then raised his helmet and did a victory walk on his horse round the Arena, acknowledging the crowd, with his broken jousting stick and saluting the King and Queen. They were sat in their own private booth that overlooked the sporting event.  His groom followed, holding his 8 feet pole with the tapering swallow-tailed heraldic flag of the “Hawk.“  The stands cheered his approach and continued in his wake as he passed.

On completing his lap of honour, he then exited the Arena and retired to his tent, to await and prepare for his next turn in the contest.
 The splintered joust sticks are removed from the floor and new Knights appeared at the end of the corral to perform in the next joust.

Sir Lochton watched with interest.  Hawk would be one to watch for in future Jousts.

 Sir Lochton had, already progressed to the the Final in the qualifiers the day before.  He would joust  the day after  tomorrow,  with the overall winner of  today’s events.  At the end of this day, one Knight would be the declared Winner and it would be he , who he would joust.
 
Sir Wilfred, “the Black Bear,“  was a contestant today, and,  so far had won all his jousts  as expected. He was a formidable opponent.  They were both favourites to be in the Final.

He began to walk slowly around the Arena, acknowledging his fans as they recognised him until he found himself by the tent of the “Black Bear“ with impressive emblems and standards.

Sir Wilfred was being dressed in his armour by two beautiful women.  He saw Sir Lochton and motioned him to enter his tent.
They were competitors but had a healthy regard for each other.   

“You took pleasure with one of my whores,” Sir Lochton decided to confront him straight away.

Sir Wilfred grinned. There was no remorse. “Yes, an energetic young thing too, she was very willing to please.”   He flexed his arms to test his armour was secured and workable and continued, “I hope you didn’t punish her too severely.”

“She is currently tied to my saddle horse.  I’m not sure yet, how long I will leave her there,” Sir Lochton replied and smiled.   “Of course, it means I will return the favour.”

Sir Wilfred bowed his head acknowledging his opponent’s right to do so, “You know, I won’t agree to it but I admire your declaration of intent, besides, I am confident my whores will decline your advances”

Sir Lochton chuckled, “Maybe, it’s not your whores, I am interested in, “and with that he left the tent, letting  Sir Wilfred ponder his words.

                                             
Sir Wilfred mounted his horse, helped by his aids, and made his way to the opposite end of the arena on his horse, dressed for battle with his jousting lance.  He could see his tent and Black Bear wind breaker from his position.  His aids helped him fix his armour and that of his horse for the imminent contest.  The “Stag” Knight, was his opponent and, likewise, he also prepared  for the umpire’s flag.
Lady Lindsey was wandering at the arena and saw one of her hero’s by the “Black Bear” tent.  Sir Lochton, “The Wolf.“  She walked up to him.

“Congratulations  on your victory yesterday, “ she greeted him. 
Sir Lochton bowed and answered, “Thank you my lady.“ 
“I hope you win the tournament,” she giggled flirtatiously.

Sir Lochton liked what he saw and apparently, it would seem so did she.

“With a lady, such as yourself cheering for me, how can I lose, especially if that lady should give me a good luck kiss.”  He decided to try his luck, hoping she wouldn’t reject him at the first hurdle.

Lady Luck was shining on him today for she giggled and whispered, “I couldn’t possibly, in front of so many people”
Sir Lochton offered her, his arm and said simply, “Then, I should perhaps take you out of such view”
She accepted his arm and he lead her behind the “Black Bear” windbreaker and just inside the entrance of Sir Wilfred’s tent.
He took her in his arms and kissed her gently, deepening the kiss when he felt her respond.

She raised her hands to his neck and curled her fingers into his hair. She pressed into him and, ground boldly against his crotch. 
He was pleasantly surprised that she was behaving so forward.
He was also vaguely aware of the Knight’s Aids, who were performing their long introduction speeches to the watching audience outside, in order to build up the anticipation of the imminent Jousting Contest. 

The events of the arena were not all that far from where they were kissing.
His hands moved to her breasts, and he fondled them over her clothing. He palmed them both and squeezed them - the second hurdle - and was rewarded by her moaning into his mouth.

Encouraged, he undid her lacy basque fronted dress and pushed her clothes aside to free her. He palmed them again, felt the skin on skin contact and the contrast of her soft orbs and her hardened nipples grazing on his hand.  She was excited by his touch and ground harder against his stirring shaft.

He pulled her top down lower so she was naked from the waist up and broke off the kiss.  He held her shoulders and gazed at her naked, full breasts, her rib cage, slim waist and the clothes bunched there.

“Beautiful.”  He murmured.  She blushed a little and he trailed a finger from her cheek, down her neck, over her breasts, teasing each nipple, and to her clothing at her waist.

“Take it off,” He said simply and waited, continuing to tease her nipples with the index finger on each of his hands. 
She could barely concentrate as he lightly teased her. His promising touch, her partial nakedness so close to the public eye, the gentle breeze on her naked skin, the intense want of his gaze - it made her feel alive, heady, brave and wanton and her loins burned for him. She hesitated though, unsure.

He moved closer to her, to seduce and persuade her to undress, and started to kiss her neck, her collar bone and then suckled her breasts. He weighed them in his hands and then bunched them together to lick and nibble lightly at her nipples.
She groaned, and cradled his head in her arms, encouraging him to take his fill of her chest.

 He whispered again how beautiful she was and the honour she was bestowing on him to witness her nudity.
 She felt the tantalising breath of his poetic words on her sensitive skin and the warm flood of desire that wet her underwear.

He broke away again and touched the dress at her waist, with a soft caressing finger. “Take it off, take it all off – I want to see you,“  he said softly.

He stepped away again and waited. She was attracted to him and full of desire. She was too tempted by the promise of him and pushed her dress and underwear to the floor. It pooled at her feet and she stood there naked before the handsome Knight.  Anticipation and expectation was high within her.

Little did she care that if it was not for the audience’s attention on the tilting yard, many seated higher up in the seating stalls, would only have to turn their eyes to see her naked form in the entrance of the tent.  She had the protection of the windbreaker, to some degree however, from  those on ground level.

Sir Lochton looked at her naked body, slowly from her beautiful brown hair, her face, slender neck, full wholesome breasts, trim waist, rounded hips and dark trimmed pubic hair framing her pussy.
He noticed the moisture beads seep onto her intimate lips.  He knew from experience the wetness was pooling just inside those lips, and when he opened them - Hurdle 3- her wet desire would coat his fingers.

 He continued his inspection, her womanly thighs and legs to her dainty feet.  She was a very beautiful and desirable woman.
 He walked round her to inspect her sexy perfect spine and back, and her rounded bottom.   No wonder Sir Wilfred lusted after her. He did too and he would have her, and, before his arch rival too. That thought pleased his male pride.

Lady Lindsey trembled a little as she stood in silence and her heart thudded at his close inspection. Her body ached for his touch. She was in a natural state of high sexual alert, aware instinctively, that an attractive male was prowling near her.  She sensed and felt his eyes on her as he walked around her nude form. Her female body responded to his male admiration.

He stood in front of her and fondled her breasts again with both hands.  Then he picked her up and placed her on a wooden table nearby.

 “Open your legs,” he whispered.  She shifted back on the table top, lay back to look at the ceiling of the tent and brought her ankles to her bottom and lets her knees fall open.   Sir Lochton lowered to his knees and looked at her inviting pussy in front of his face.  He pushed two fingers into her and as predicted her wet desire was released and flooded on to his hand. 
He leaned forward and kissed her between her legs - Hurdle 4. 

His tongue lapped up her juices as he finger fucked her, gentle at first, then more robustly. His tongue explored her furrow, sucked her labia, probed her cavity, taking and drinking her excitement with relish.  She tasted divine.

Lady Lindsey moaned, arched her body and pulled his hair in her ecstasy of being kissed and explored so intimately.  She pushed her mound into his face and ground in to him, using him for her pleasure. Then he found her clitoris and began to circle with his tongue.  His fingers curled up and found the sensitive bunched muscles on the front wall of her vagina, and he teased that G spot to perfection.

The experience of the Knight ‘s performance and his double assault on her pussy made her wild. She arched her back, ground harder, breathing and moaning as her pleasure built, not caring who heard her or saw her in her wanton state. She just knew, she wanted him, she needed him...
Her legs shook in her heightened sexual state around the Knight’s ears. She was barely able to withstand the expertise of his tongue and fingers but she must, she didn’t want him to stop. The pleasure was so intense...

And then he did something, no one had done before. It took her breath away. 

His two fingers were joined by 3, then 4 and he continued to tongue and suck her clitoris. Then his thumb joined them inside her, then after a few moments, he curled his fingers and thumb into a fist and eased carefully into her.

 She felt full, wonderfully full, and she rode his fist, gasping and breathing hard.  He hit her G spot with more pressure in her tight cavity, massaging it with a bigger area of his hand. His tongue still teased her clitoris. It was amazing!

She gushed her wet pleasure, soaking his hand and tongue.  He pushed his fist into her, then pulled it out a little, in, out...  It was all too much and she whimpered and then... she exploded and hit her peak of  sexual delight...  The crowd cheered at the same time... 

Lady Lindsey’s  ecstatic  scream of orgasm was lost in the roar of the audience as the Knights  readied  for their gallop... the long introductions in the tilting yard completed, timed to perfection with Lady Lindsey’s sexual release.

She almost collapsed in her excited state but Sir Lochton pulled her up gently.  He wanted more.  He mercilessly made her walk on weary and shaky legs to the rail, hiding behind the Black bear windbreaker. He placed her hands on the rail for support, pulled her hips back so she was bent over.  Her chin rested on the top of the heraldric ornamental cloth.  Her bottom thrust out behind her.

 Her naked, trembling body was mostly hidden by the cloth fence and Sir Lochton’s own, clothed and standing form.  Her face was able to view clearly the contest in the tilting yard and the majestic “Black Bear” Knight in all his finery.

The Wolf Knight looked at her presented bottom and used his own leg to ease and spread hers. Her legs were still shaking and weak and they widened with ease. He then freed his bulging erection and plunged into her vagina, holding on to her hips. She felt his length go deep inside her, taking her fully to the hilt, as the tournament continued.

 Her pussy still quivered in the aftershocks from her orgasm. He felt the shudders on his length and enjoyed the sensations as he circled his hips, fully inserted into her body. He felt his balls gently hit her soft flesh.  He closed his eyes for a moment to heighten the feel of her tightness and slick vagina walls.  It was quite exquisite being inside her.

Then he opened his eyes and began to fuck her hard and fast. He saw the audience, oblivious to their naughty antics, the Knights readying for their joust, and then looked down, he saw a voluptuous naked woman embedded on his cock- Hurdle 5.

He leaned forward to grab her tits.  Could life get any better!

Black Bear sat on his horse, lance raised, helmet down and just as he began his gallop, he saw “The Wolf” by his tent with Lady Lindsey watching him joust.  She seemed to be sitting down and Sir Lochton was stood behind her. Sir Wilfred would show them his dominance on the jousting field and hopefully impress Lady Lindsey.

 He leaned forward intent on beating his quarry.  He flew down the tilting yard on his horse and hit his opponent square on the chest.  The blow was fierce and dislodged him from his horse.  Both lances splintered on impact. The opposing lance glanced off Sir Wilfred’s shoulder. It rocked him but there was no real danger of him falling. The crowd cheered as he took up his position to await confirmation of his victory.

He had his back now to his own tent as he turned to watch the events on the tilting field and “The Stag”  Knight  was being helped to his feet by his faithful  servants.  Sir Wilfred’s own aids gathered round, praising him and his horse.

Lady Lindsey  groaned and panted hard as Sir Lochton took his pleasure with her body. He could still taste her juices on his tongue. It excited him and he fucked her like a lusty animal, fondling her pussy and titties lewdly as he watched “Black Bear” take his victory against the Stag.

 The wicked side of him found pleasure that he was fucking Black Bear’s love interest right under his nose and in front of his tournament tent.  He fucked her harder and then felt his orgasm build.  He fucked faster and faster. His balls tightened, he felt the pressure build and then he growled in orgasmic pleasure.

He withdrew from inside her, placed his cock between her bottom cheeks, in time to spurt creamy sperm over her bottom and back.  Lady Lindsey felt him shudder and cum and waited while he enjoyed the moment.  When he had finished, rubbing his cock between the crevice of her bottom,  she turned and knelt  to take him in her mouth. She sucked his cock clean. Her tongue ran up and down his satisfied hardness. She tasted herself on him, lapping and swallowing any remnants left in his little opening.

He groaned and pumped the remainder into her mouth, stroking her hair, holding her head, grinding into her mouth as the “Black Bear” was hailed the winner and began his victory walk around the tilting yard.

The Wolf enjoyed her attention, fucked her head a little, then satisfied, pulled her to her feet turning her round, to rub his sperm into her skin, scenting and marking her.  He took advantage to squeeze and fondle her buttocks and breasts once more.
He put his penis away and turned her to face him.  “Thank you my lady,” he whispered and kissed her.

She responded to him and when the kiss ended, she took a cloth from her clothing on the floor.  It was the size of a large handkerchief. It had an embroidered butterfly on, in gold thread and on a black background. 

“Please take this and place it in your armour for luck in the finals,“ she asked,  offering her allegiance to him to win.

He took the cloth and admired the intricate workmanship.  “You did it with your own hand?“ he enquired. She nodded shyly.
“It will be my honour to carry your crest.”  He smiled at her and then whispered, naughtily, in her ear as he held her close, “And when I raise my fist in victory, know I will be thinking of you cumming all over it”

Lady Lindsey gasped at his boldness but her body responded by wetting her inner thighs again.  That had excited her like never before and he knew it.  She blushed again, remembering the moment and her wanton abandon. 

He took her cloth and seductively brushed the material over her naked breasts and bottom. Then he cupped her pussy with it, massaging her so that her intimate juices soaked into the material. She gasped and responded by drenching the material, instinctively grinding on his hand and the Gold Butterfly crest.   When he was satisfied, he had scented the cloth, he raised it to his nose and breathed deeply.   She watched him mesmerised. 
 
 “Now, this is a special scented Gold Butterfly from my lady,” he smiled at her. She blushed again and then he reminded her to dress.

Just as she finished getting dressed, they heard people approaching the tent and they stepped a safe distance apart, presentable once again.  Black Bear entered with his two beautiful assistants to help him undress with his armour.

He greeted Sir Lochton and Lady Lindsey and they congratulated him on his victory in the tilting yard.

Sir Lochton took his leave, smiling at Black Bear, “I look forward to meeting you in the Final... Maybe,” he said to him.

 He suddenly felt an urge to tease the semi naked woman left tied and bent over in his own tournament tent.

And then with a wicked grin, he raised his fist in farewell to Lady Lindsey.

 As he turned and walked away, he could have sworn, the fist gesture to Lady Lindsey had caused   small, stifled gasps of a hidden orgasm ...

“Now... That is interesting,“ he mused wickedly and chuckled, “he could have fun with that, especially when she was Black Bear’s escort!”


The End.

                                               

“You should grow that moustache again…………Burt”
Bush said to his friend, his voice full of  friendly sarcasm,  “ They make a nice flavor saver when licking cooze.” 
“You would know……. Bush“,   Burt  joined in with his friend’s banter.

Burt smiled as he drove their pick up, his mind reminiscing to the origin of his nickname.
On a fishing trip once,  he skipped shaving for a whole week and when he got home,  decided to shave the beard & leave the moustache. Although he could not see it himself , all his friends said he looked like a poor man’s version of Burt Reynolds. They  gave him endless grief  and from then on he was Burt,  even long after he had shaved it off.

 His friend named Bush,  was short for Bush Eater. A moniker Bush had earned for his infatuation & addiction for  licking and kissing a certain part of a woman’s anatomy.
Bush was very successful at attracting the opposite sex.
The name had stuck, from his many escapades and now, even his elderly mother called him Bush.
She thought, though,  her son was called that by his friends, because of drunken incident when he tumbled into a hedge.
A classic improvised,  bullshit explanation that only lifelong friends are capable of .

Now, both men were Bush and Burt to everyone who knew them.

They were an hour,  North of Reno and about an hour and a half away from their destination. Bush had heard about Burning Man from the Old Hipster guy who tended Bar at their favorite watering hole.

Burning man was a festival held out on the Black Rock Desert in Northern Nevada in the first week of September.
30,000 plus people converge on the prehistoric sea bed , the third flattest place on earth.
A temporary city pops out of the desert overnight ,with huge, elaborate works of art placed out on the desert floor, known as The Playa. The center piece is a sixty foot wooden man, who would be set ablaze on Saturday night at the peak of the festival.

Clothes were optional and outrageous costumes were the norm.

The burning of the man was a symbolic gesture that works of art cannot be owned, only shared.
But what got Bush’s attention in particular, were all the tales of open nudity and all the hot “open minded” women who attended.
That sounded like Bush’s dream vacation and he badgered and pleaded with Burt to go with him until he finally agreed.

They had listened to the Hipster  and were well prepared for the week.

The Playa was no joke with temperatures in the 100s during the day and 40s during the night. And then the alkaline dust !!… the Playa is an ancient sea bed and the ground is hard packed dust -  like light, brown talcum powder and  it gets into every thing.
So goggles were a must, as were bicycles. The party stretched over two and half miles across.
Cars were forbidden to move once in your campsite for safety reasons.
Bikes & walking were the only way to get around.

Bush & Burt  had cases of water, provisions and booze for a week. The Hipster had told them that Burning man was a gift/trade economy with no vending allowed. The only thing that was sold was ice and coffee and the proceeds,  from these sales, were donated to the local town for their High School Prom.

They rolled in slowly and stopped at the gate. A women dressed like a ballerina danced up to Burt’s open window and sang “Tickets please”
Burt smiled at her and handed the women their tickets. She danced over to the booth and returned with their stubs. “Are you Newbies?”
“Yes we are” Burt smiles
“Then you need to see the man over there.”  She pointed to a man dressed in a Superman’s outfit. “ He will explain everything” and  with that, she danced off.

After a humorous lecture on the rules of Burning man,  -  “Take your trash home“, “Respect the porta potties “  etc.. -   the Greeter cut the men loose to venture out and enjoy the experience with a “Welcome Home “

They drove slowly, taking note of the commune slowly coming to life in their make shift homes for the duration of the festival.
They looked for a good spot to set up their own camp.
The whole time,  Bush, the lecher, true to form, kept up an excited monologue of eyeing up the women. “Oh my god, Look at her” pointing out all women of various shapes and sizes. He loved them all.

 “Lets camp here”  Burt  slowed & braked to allow a shapely young thing, topless with big sunglasses ride by on her bicycle.  Both men watched her, in open admiration. Beautiful  firm breasts, bouncing free in her natural movements.

“Oh shit Burt. Park the fucking truck”  Bush groaned

Burt spotted an open area and expertly backed in. He got out of the truck and stretched & noted the sky.
“Hey Bush its getting dark,  let’s set up camp”

The men worked quickly like a well oiled team. They quickly set up their tents and their sun shelter,  reinforced  with parachute line and rebar stakes to handle the  strong winds of the flat plain.
A roll of old carpet was set out to keep the dust down , and lawn chairs and an old card table, were staked into the Playa.

Their camp was completed in no time. Burt tossed Bush a cold beer “To Burning man” Burt offered a toast.

“Fuck Burning man, To all this Burning pussy - Flames in the desert ”  Bush  corrected him and stuck his tongue out in a lewd display that made Burt crack up with laughter. 
Eager to explore , they made a quick dinner and washed it down with cold beers.

“ Well, Hi Fellas “  They both turned around to see who had spoken,  a Redheaded woman  with a big smile , and even bigger breasts…  walked into their  camp. “Could you help me”?
She was a stunning woman in her thirty’s with an hour glass figure. She was big breasted and it was obvious to both men immediately that she was bra-less under her blue checked flannel shirt.
She had it open at the neck, revealing her ample cleavage and unbuttoned to her waist which allowed for the tails to be tied in a knot under the centre of her peaked nippled,  breasts.

She wore the shortest red shorts that barely covered her rounded, bottom cheeks and brown hiking boots with white terry cotton socks poking over the top.
Her red hair was tied in  braided pigtails with a perfect centre parting and little red bows at the tips.
She was about 5ft 5” tall and had pale freckled skin, sea green sparkling eyes, and wore red lipstick. She had on a khaki green Australian bush hat, that sat on the back of her head.
She looked cute, very hot & certainly caught a man‘s attention.

“Sure” Bush got to his feet “What can we do for you?”   He was trying to force his eyes away from her ample chest to her face.

“We were wondering if we could take the spot next to you guys” She pointed at the huge mobile home idling nearby,  “You’re not saving it for friends?”

“No, no. We’re alone,  just arrived ourselves” Burt grinned
“Welcome home”  Bush added the traditional welcome of the Burning Man.
“Thanks fellas,  You’re  sweet “  She waved in whoever was behind the wheel.

“Oh man” Bush sighed  “I hope she is with a group of women” as they watched the big mobile home back in.

Their hearts sank as a tall pony tailed man hopped out of the camper and introduced himself,  “Hey guys” offering his hand “I’m Vic and you have met my wife Felicia” 
“Well this is Bush and I’m Burt”.  Burt answered & they all exchanged handshakes.
“ Call me FeeFee “  Felicia smiled.

Their conversation was interrupted when they heard a city howl begin & then build louder & louder  as more “ Burners” joined in.
The cause was the moon rising over the distant mountains that surrounded the Playa. It was a beautiful and stunning sight.
The sound was chilling in the desert and yet funny at the same time and they all joined in.  Bush’s howl was the loudest in the area.

“Well, we’ll let you two get situated. We were just about to take a bike ride and do some exploring”  Burt mounted his mountain bike and slipped on his knapsack full of cold beers, hat and goggles. He  looked like a character from the movie  “ Mad Max “

“Well have fun fellas and don’t get lost”  Felicia winked and walked back to the camper.
“Yeah,  remember your street name and take a few minutes to get your bearings” Vic added with a smile  as the boys rode off  into the dusk.

For the next couple of hours the boys rode slowly around the esplanade wide eyed at the sights.

Art cars roamed slowly across the playa. They saw a  large blue shark following a three mast sailing ship,  the deck was full of pirates & party music blared from the onboard sound system.
Everywhere they looked they saw something amazing -  fire dancers; a pipe organ  that spewed fire; telsa coils crackled with bolts of electricity;  people on bull horns attracting people to their “theme” camps”;  the entire city lit up with flashing neon lights; drums, tinkling bells  and all kinds of music played.

And everywhere they looked,  they saw women, hot scantily clad women!!

“This is fucking amazing! Burt yelled at Bush
Bush nodded with a big grin “Told you Burt”

The boys rode out deeper and deeper into The Playa,  attracted by the huge crowd at a rave on the perimeter. As they rode up, the air  & ground thumped as thousands of people danced to a  deafening techno beat and amazing light show with lasers and strobe lights.

In no time at all they joined in the fun and were dancing with two lovely young ladies, wearing only bikini bottoms and  brown sandals.

One of the girls had blonde hair, loose to her shoulders. She had a beaded head band on and light make up that showed off her blue eyes to perfection. She was plump but in the right places. She had amazing heavy and tanned breasts that bounced free as she danced. She had on a  gold chain with a clown pendant that tapped on each breast in her rhythmic dance moves.  She wore lemon bikini bottoms that suited her tanned skin and a tattoo of a purple butterfly on her lower left belly.

Her friend had brown hair, styled in much the same way with a matching beaded headband. She was slightly slimmer with also limited make up. She had green eyes and  pale baby blue bikini bottoms. Her body was also tanned  with  smaller, pert breasts that also swung nicely as she danced.  She wore a waist chain that sparkled as it caught the light, a pierced belly button and a coiled green snake tattoo, looking up, at the base of her spine.

Both ladies were carefree and happy.

Conversation  was almost impossible from the loud music. After dancing awhile, the girls motioned to them to follow them a ways away so they could talk.

Sipping beers, they chatted easily. The girls asked if they were new to Burning man. When the boys nodded,  the girls giggled and looked at each other and nodded. They were all in fun and festive mood.
“Well boys only one last thing to do to lose your virgin status” The blonde walked up to Burt and gave him a lusty kiss. She rubbed her breasts in his chest.

As they embraced, the shapely brunette did the same to Bush.

Burt was amazed by the care free attitude and was very turned on. He kissed the blonde girl back and caressed her firm behind. She was enjoying this encounter as much as he was. His hands squeezed her firm backside and he pulled her in to him so she could feel his erection against her womanhood. He pressed harder against her.

Out of the corner of his eye he saw Bush,  caressing the body of his partner too but had taken it a step further and was  in the Brunette’s bikini bottoms fingering her. He could see his hand moving back and forth in the skimpy material as they kissed. His other hand fondled her backside inside her bikini bottoms too.

Bush was taken by the moment as he felt the aggressively sexual kiss of  his partner.  She invaded his mouth with her tongue, holding his head, fisting his hair and immediately felt a blood rush between his legs. She ground against his hardness. Bush knew an invite when he got it and flexed his pectoral muscles against her soft chest to tease her nipples. He slipped a hand into her bikini bottoms and immediately felt she was wet and as turned on as he was. He felt & discovered a shaved pussy, then fingered her and enjoyed the change in her breathing. She was hot and so ready for him.

Burt moved his hand down the Blonde’s body & voluptuous curves, she laughed and pushed him away playfully,  “Not here baby” She teased , full of promise, “ Follow us back to our camp“.

The  Blonde  hopped on her bike, the brunette looked wistful but did the same and said “Keep up guys” , blowing them a kiss. They rode off fast  and the boys rode after them in hot and horny pursuit. They kept the girls in sight.
Bush panted “Hard to ride with a boner “
“No shit Bush ” Burt agreed & laughed.

Burt was the first to notice a change. People were putting goggles and particle masks on and looking to the east.
Bush slowed and looked back and said,  “Fuck me running! Stop Burt!”

Burt looked and saw a massive , tall,  brown swirling wall, coming out of the darkness as the wind began to roar. A massive dust storm was moving in.
They braced for it and put their goggles on and placed bandanas around their mouths. There was nowhere to go. They stared in awe as the cloud slowly overtook The Playa and then engulfed them. 

They recalled the newbie Greeter’s  advice when they initially arrived about the regular dust storms. They got off their bikes and hunkered down to wait it out.

The wind storm was incredible & certainly an experience. Bush was less than 3 feet away from Burt  but he had all but disappeared in the brown, dusty, swirling soup.  The dust was warm from the radiant heat of the day but in striking contrast, the wind was cold & caused goose bumps. It made you feel small, alone , cut off  and at the mercy of Mother Nature.

The wind started to subside a bit and then lights from a nearby sculpture began to burn through the dust & made brownish halos.
Then , as fast as it had overtook them, with one last gust, it was gone and the desert was back.

The guys stood up and looked at each other laughing, relieved it was all over. They were thoroughly dusted. A layer of the grayish brown dust about 1/8 of an inch thick covered every bit of exposed skin. The goggles helped but the bandana that covered their mouths, not so much.  The dust was bitter to the taste and both men spit and wiped off their lips.

“Well that sucked” Burt said with a grin
“ Yeah we look like the Clay People from the old Flash Gordon serials” Bush looked at them both.

They looked in the direction where they last saw the two women……. there was no sign of them. They rode around in the general direction hoping to see them.
“Fuck , We lost them” Bush moaned “Did she give you an address at least?”
“Huh yeah……follow us…….you dumb shit”  Burt cursed and was sarcastic from disappointment.

                                           
                                                3.  Flames  in  the  Desert.           PART     2      -       Jayc    
   
Bush grabbed his beer from the cup holder he made for his bike, took a sip, pulled a face, then turned the can upside down and foamy mud poured to the desert floor.
A woman walked by & said “Dust is not a food group”  with a smile and the guys both laughed.
“ No kidding” Bush answered good naturedly.

The trail was cold. The guys decided to ride back to camp and clean up,  restock the knapsack and try again.
They scanned the area to get their bearings. Burt saw the large flashing tower that was their  landmark and they found their camp with little difficulty.

They parked their bikes & were pleased to see the camp had held up well in the storm. They used a small whisk broom to sweep off as much of the dust as possible from their bodies & clothes.

“You guys back already?”  They looked to see Vic walking over to them “It’s not even midnight.” He teased.

They told Vic about their evening, leaving out the sexy encounters.
“You have a shower? “ Vic inquired
“Sort of, a garden sprinkler can and a plastic pallet to stand on that Bush had taken from the warehouse where he worked.”  Burt explained.
“Well you can use ours  if you like”  Vic kindly offered.

They gladly accepted & followed Vic up the stairs and into the large camper. Their eyes adjusted to the dim lighting. 

The camper was stunning and very luxurious. They saw various nude, tasteful photographs on the walls. Some were colored, some black & white & some sepia They looked closer & saw it was FeeFee.

“ I’m a photographer”  Vic explained.  “ Isn’t she stunning?” 
Bush & Burt looked closer and had to agree. Some were of her on her own and some were of her body entwined in sensual entwined bodies of  unknown males, their faces partially obscured by their  various poses.

“ You?”  Bush asked indicating the male.
“ No, just friends we made on the road “  Vic smiled.
 
He showed the boys to the master bedroom and  luxurious on-suite shower. He pointed to the shower washes and clean towels and left them to it. They took their turn to enjoy the unexpected treat of running, clean, hot water.

They emerged after half hour or so, fresh, clean, fragrant and naked except for the towels around their waists.
They held their dirty clothes in their hands and joined Vic & FeeFee in the main living room. 

The soft wall lights were on and the curtains wide open. Any Festival goers outside could easily see into the mobile home and see anything happening inside.

Soft  Arabic music played and the couple were relaxed and drinking beer. Vic was on the sofa.

Fee Fee was  belly dancing for Vic & looked very hot and exotic.  She knew how to work her body to tease and tantalize her audience. The two men watched spellbound.
 
She was dressed in a very sexy pale blue belly dancers outfit from the Tight’s Fits fashion label.  The top was sheer and see through with a golden tassel trim and blue thin spaghetti straps over her shoulders. The boys could see her large rounded breasts and protruding nipples through the silky material.
The see through panties & scanty little skirt matched in color and tassels.
The skirt was longer on her left hip and tapered up to her top right hip, leaving that side exposed. She had a shaved smooth pubic area.

Vic motioned them to the sofa and offered them a beer to watch her dance. The boys dropped their dusty clothes by the exit door and gladly accepted.  FeeFee was mesmerizing.
All three men were soon showing erections as she rolled her tummy and swayed her hips and arms. 

“ Why don’t you dance with her, and I‘ll get my camera?” Vic encouraged.

“ I may not keep my hands off her” Bush joked. “ Your wife is very beautiful”

“ I don’t want you too” Vic stated and smiled. “ We have an open relationship. She chose you when we set up camp next door “

Bush & Burt could hardly believe their luck and immediately  began  to dance. The beer drank throughout the day and night , helped to lose any inhibitions.

A small group of voyeurs & doggers began to gather outside, unheard, unseen in the darkness and unknown to the four inside, not that any would particularly care.

FeeFee danced around Bush & Burt. She placed their hands on various parts of her body, as Vic snapped away with his camera.

The eroticism of the moment took over, Bush stroked her large breasts and then hooked a finger under the tassels of her top, caressed her skin & eased the top over her up stretched arms.  The flimsy material teased her flesh. Bush watched closely as her bare body was tantalisingly revealed inch, by inch.

Burt eased the little skirt down her shapely hips , slowly and erotically, and she stepped out of it, leaving her naked except for the see through blue G-string. She was breath taking.

Bush lifted her breasts to his lips in slow, deliberate movements, and kissed, suckled, and buried his face in her soft orbs. He revelled in the feel of her soft silkiness.

Burt knelt behind her and slowly removed her G-string and did the same with her bottom. He kissed, licked and buried his face in her cheeks, rimmed her anus and lower pussy, slowly taking & relishing his pleasure.

FeeFee was a free spirit and allowed the erotic sensations of the two men worshipping her body, take her to the heady heights of sensual pleasure.
She moaned and groaned as the men explored her for the first time.

She bent over to push and offer her bottom  to Burt  and pulled Bush’s towel off to take his hard cock in her mouth. She licked his length and sucked & kissed all over his genitals. Bush shut his eyes, relished the moment & circled slowly at her face and head.

Vic offered words of encouragement.  “ That’s beautiful Fee” as he focused and clicked the camera.

Bush pushed his cock into her mouth, feeling it curl down as he hit the back of her throat and enjoyed the warm heat right up to his balls. She held her breath to accommodate him and sucked on him. Then he withdrew to let her breathe again & slow fucked her head.  He held the sides of her head to guide the movements.

Burt licked and tasted her sweet sex.  New pussies were always special and he explored every crevice, every fold and every opening with his eyes, then his fingers, then his tongue.
He pulled on her sex gently;  opened her up;  blew on her softly  and probed with fingers and tongue. She was a beautiful, sensual woman.
He finger fucked her pussy and anal passage with one hand as his other hand teased her clitoris. He expertly persuaded her body to secrete plenty of  natural, tasty lubricant. She was very very wet, hot & moist.

Vic photographed them both, zooming in to cover the hot actions.

“ Fuck her “  Vic whispered to Burt.  Burt dropped his towel  and teased her pussy opening with his cock and then he pushed into her wet heat. She moaned on Bush’s cock in her mouth.

Both men worked together  fucking her body as FeeFee rocked and moaned between them.
Vic got underneath them with his camera, clicking intimate pictures and then fondled his wife’s hanging breasts and sucked her swollen clitoris.

FeeFee was in seventh heaven as the three men gave her exquisite sexual sensations.  She shuddered at the hot action, climbing higher and higher in her pleasure world until they reached their goal and sent her over the precipice to that wonderful, swirling sea of orgasm.  She gasped , muffled whimpers of joy onto Bush’s cock.

Then Vic moved out  from underneath her,  to watch the guys work his wife as he stroked himself. He let them take creative control  and took a picture every now and then to capture the moment.

Bush & Burt picked her up and placed her trembling body on a central table face up, a cushion under her head & neck.
They swapped positions.
Burt fucked her hanging head, pushing into her wide open mouth.
Bush lived up to his name, hungrily but sensuously eating her orgasmed pussy. 

FeeFee writhed & moaned , and gripped Bush’s hair  as the men built up her need again.

Bush then rose up to mount her and thrust into her. He wrapped her legs around his waist and fucked her hard.
Burt watched as he fucked her head, sliding his cock into her sexy mouth. He massaged her big tits and matched the same rhythm as Bush.

Bush liked the tight slick pussy on his cock, moving up and down, he liked watching Burt fuck that beautiful red lipsticked mouth and squeeze her breasts in front of him.  It was hot, dirty, wonderful lusty sex.

Bush felt his scrotum tighten and the tension build up as he fucked her deep and hard. He increased the rhythm and felt her heels drum his bottom. It excited him. Then the control was gone. The leg trembling began. He crashed into that white light of sexual ecstasy. He threw his head back,  roared his delight, withdrew from her pussy, just in time, and spurted his creamy white orgasm over her tummy and tits.
He stroked his own cock over her nude body as he finished milking every drop on to her.

Bush swapped again with Burt.

Bush placed his sensitive cock in FeeFee’s mouth so she could taste the pleasure she had given him and hand massaged his male produce into her body.

Burt was hot and horny.  He plunged into her hot, wet sex and was intent on reaching his own selfish pleasure now.
He rammed her shaved pussy in total fuck mode.
Seeing his friend cum, had rocketed his libido into primal need.
Again and again he rammed into her. He watched her lick Bush’s cock clean, saw her nudity & rocking tits in front of him, saw her sexy poses in the photographs on the wall.  It built his excitement.
And then it came in a volcanic explosion.  Like Bush he managed to withdraw and showered his excitement all over her tummy and torso, growling in pleasure as he did so.

Satisfied & sucked clean, Bush moved on to the seat next to Vic. He watched  Burt move round to FeeFee’s mouth to be licked clean. He too massaged his cum into her sexy body. It made for a very erotic picture.

Vic let his wife catch her breath on the table in front of them as he passed bottles of  beers to Bush & Burt.
He  then went to their bedroom and fetched a sybian -  A  box like seat with a dildo attached and placed it on the settee opposite to where they were sitting. He placed the remote control for it by his beer.

“My turn now boys, enjoy the show “  He helped FeeFee up, kissed her deeply and said to her, “ You know what I want baby “
He helped her turn round and kneel on the table.  Then she bent forward on to her forearms so her bottom was up in the air & her breasts hanging down.   

Vic stood behind her. He fondled and probed her pussy till she moaned and writhed against him.
He lubricated and fingered her anus before entering her special place, gently easing into her  with his hard penis.

She groaned. He rolled inside her carefully & rocked until she had taken him  and was used to all his length.
He held on to her hips and slowly inserted a vibrating dildo in to her pussy. It had little protruding arms that nestled each side of her clitoris.

He used the control and turned it up till he could feel the vibrations on his buried cock.  FeeFee moaned in enjoyment as she felt the hum on her bud and inside her cavity.

Then he fucked her, moving in and out of her slimy and tight anal passage. He set a slow, sensual rhythm at first but soon fucked faster as FeeFee joined in, and rocked back on to his cock.

 He speeded up at each thrust,  until his cock pounded into her ass and his balls slapped her vibrating pussy. They were both breathing hard and a sheen of sweat covered their exerted bodies. They rocked faster and faster in their own sexual little world.

Bush & Burt watched in fascination at the free floor show. The couple seemed to like having an audience and the men liked watching Fee Fee’s big rocking breasts;  hearing both of their groans and  the hard core fucking taking place in front of them.

They drank their beer  and  clinked their bottles when eventually both FeeFee & Vic grunted and whimpered in thrilled elation. They hit their noisy peak & orgasmed together.

Fee Fee’s body jerked and spasmed as the ultimate pleasure overtook her body.  Vic grunted and shot his load inside her.  He reduced the fast pace and fucked her slowly to ensure she received all of his seed.

FeeFee lay on the table, catching her breath, quite exhausted and Vic sat back down with his new fuck buddies, a satisfied smile on his face.  They all looked at the well fucked woman on the table, admiring her panting and beautiful body.

Unseen eyes were doing the same outside, some unable to resist and were self pleasuring.

“ What’s that?”  Burt asked Vic , eventually, indicating the toy opposite.
“ That Gentleman, is the Sybian - the best sex toy in the world.  If you liked Fee Fee’s Belly dancing you will love her next performance” 

He picked up the remote control and they watched as he showed them how the sybian worked on it’s own. Each took a turn with the controls.  The dildo moved up and down, twisted erect in little circles and vibrated – all at different speeds.

The men clinked their bottles of  beer and then raised them to FeeFee on the table.  She sat up, smiled naughtily,  and  drank the toast with the men from her own bottle of  beer, Vic had handed to her.

“ To   The Burning Man  &   Fee Fee - The perfect Flame in the Desert “ Bush & Burt said together and they all laughed.

All four of them, including the voyeurs outside, looked forward to the remainder of the night…..   and the rest of the  Burning Man Festival.


The End.

                                               
                                                       
 Chris walks in to a smoke beer and liquor filled sutured stanched filled strip club.  As the flashing colored red green blue lights blind him the smell of sweet perfume catches him pulling toward a very tan 36 year old woman dressed in one of the finest turquoise pearl bikini from Prias French fashion collection. As she starts dancing she removes her  turquoise pearl bikini bra and starts shaking her 36d bare breasts with no tan lines
While there eyes lock eye to eye,  she extends her hand toward him and motioning with her finger to him to move closer toward her. She bends over on the stage and looks bend her as their eyes lock again,  she slides her turquoise pearl bikini  G-string panties down her legs , shaking her ass in his face now. He smells the perfumed covered pretty pussy as he leans in to try and taste she pushes him back as he falls in the chair behind him.

She then stands up squeezing her breasts tougher with her arms and then does a split in front of him as she bounces on the floor she leans in to his ear and whispers “I’m Nataley”

He says back “I’m Chris”

Then Nataley says “would you like a dance?” and gets up and grabs his hand and pulls him towards the back of the club

Chris says “I just came here to meet my friend”

She turns around and looks at him and says “is he here?”

He says ‘no”

She then says “let’s go then”

As they walk into this curtain cover door she says “this now your paradise”

As she turns him around and pushes him in bench as he falls backward his head hit firmly against the back of the bench as she leans into his ear and licks his ear  in a swirling motion as her hand rubs against his pants feeling for his cock she stands up and gives him a look up and down
As Chris put his arms up on the couch feeling like the big man he looks at her and says “dance on this lap”

She puts her hands on her waists and slowly rubs her hands up her body feeling her breast pinching her nipples as she continues up her breasts up her neck and then runs her hands through her hair letting her hair fall as her arms are now up in the air she turns her back to him and slaps her ass and says “you want this in your lap”

Chris nods “yes I do, come here”

She climbs on top Chris and begins to give him one of the best lap dances ever in the world on strip clubs; rubbing her little pussy up and down all over his body he feels her pussy against his bare skin as she leaves a trail of her juices up and down his clothes and bare skin.

She turns back around and bends down and undoes his belt and takes his belt off him and spanks herself with the belt “you like this big boy”
Chris grabs his belt form her and rubs smacks her ass with it “you know I do” as he starts to try and stand up

She pushes him back down and straddles him and puts he breasts against his face her hands against the wall she slides them down Chris body and then to his pants and unbuttons his jeans and unzips his fly feeling his cock growing as she does this she reaches in his boxes and pulls his cock out as she states to kiss him as her tong penetrates his mouth his cock grows in her hand

She get back up and stands in front of him and looks down at his cock stand straight up looking rock hard she leans in to his ear again and whispers “wow that looks very big may I play with it” and sticks her tong and swirls around his ear as her tong licks his face and she kisses him again she stand back up and now climbs on the couch so that her pussy is almost right in Chris’s face

Chris opens his mouth wanting to kiss her he say “wow now that looks so very lovely”

She spreads her legs a little wider and rubs her hands down her body down between her crouch and as she starts to pull them back out she grabs each of her lips and pulls them  apart a little as Chris watches how wide she’s pulling her lips open

 She says “like what you see big boy” and she just pushes 2 fingers right inside her pussy

Chris looks in amazement leans in and grabs her ass as he pulls her in closer he starts to kiss her clit and then starts to try and push his tong as far in to her crouch as he can just getting a little taste as his tong hits her fingers she pulls her fingers out and shoves them in his mouth
She say “not yet big boy”

Chris continues to suck her fingers

She sits on his lap with his cock in the middle of them he can feel the heat protruding off her pussy she looks in his eyes as she reaches with both hands and grabs his cock and starts to stroke his cock up and down with her hands as she watches his eyes in enjoyment she starts stroking him faster and faster as his eyes get more lustful she just stops and gets up

Chris says “you know you want finish baby”

Nataley nods and says oh I do big boy but you’re going to have to wait for me” as she winks with 1 eye

She sits on the little table right in front of him and she spreads her legs wider and rubs her hands down her pussy and legs showing Chris her pussy spread wide open she now spread her pussy with 2 finger and starts rubbing her clit with the other hand as 2 of her fingers begins to penetrate her little pussy the other hand rubbing her clit she starts fingering herself with so much speed Chris eyes in shock and amazement 

She moans and says “o-h  c-h-r-i-s” she pulls her fingers out and start sucking them clean Chris eyes lock on to Nataley’s pussy as he starts to see white creamy juices starting to fill the little gap of her pussy lips she reaches down and clean the white creamy juices from her pussy and licks her fingers clean again.
Chris grabs the little table and pulls her closer to him she jumps up in shock then hears

Nataley call “Chuck here, Chuck here”

This big 6’5’ 220 lbs. pure muscle comes running in the room

Chuck says “What’s wrong Nataley?”

She points at Chris with his cock still out his pants just sitting there in shock

Chris says “Oh My God”

Chuck grabs Chris as he tries to zip and button his pants back on and drags his out the back door and throws in out the club in the alley
Chris turns back around towards the door and throws his hands up in disappointment then says “What the fuck”


The End.

                                           
                                               
While Mike was collecting all his stuff for the meeting, a ring catches his attention. It came from his phone and that particular sound can have only a meaning: his Master had sent  him a new message! Mike is in a hurry, but he knows  he can't disappoint him and not read it......so, he take the phone and looks at it:

"Two weeks passed from when you accept to obey me in your daily life too and you did well till now....I think it's the moment to move forward....."

Move forward!? At those words, a warning bell rings in Mike’s head, then, worried, he continues to read….

“Saturday at 12:30pm you must take the main line of the subway at the Central Station, wearing your white dress and matching 4 inch heels! And don’t forget the make-up…. you must look sexy, make men turn and want you….and you have to follow my directive, the whole day!”

Reading these orders,  his face flushes and he squirms in his silk panties that he is wearing as ordered before: feeling his cock stiffen slightly in his panties, he bites his bottom lip and wonders if he can do it in public….
“Can I really do this, am I really ready to go to the next step and come out in public!?” were the words that hammered  in his mind.

Mike looks around the office at his work mate
“I drink, play football and shower with some of them...” he takes a shape breath “WHAT IF ANY ONE OF THEM IS ON THE TRAIN!!?? I CAN’T DO IT!! I can’t do what my Master is ordering to me!!”
His face turns more  red and flushed again
 “I can’t do it… i can’t!!” he murmured, turning his phone to silent and sliding it into his pocket, trying to get his mind back to his job and the meeting that will start soon.

One of his work mate taps on his shoulder, making him jump and turn to face him
“Mike, it’s time!”
“Yes yes….I’m ready!” he answers, scooping up his paperwork and heads to the meeting room.
Walking to the meeting room, the phone vibrates in his pocket…. he stops and takes a breath… it can’t be his Master again! “No time to read it now but if it’s off Master…. I have to read it!”

He was putting his hand in his pocket when he encounters his boss just outside the meeting room .... Mike move his hand out of the pocket, knowing what the boss thing about introducing phone in the meeting room during an important presentation to new customers, especially if they can bring tons of money in the pockets of the company.... he can’t disappoint him after a month of hard work!

Mike’s Boss takes his place in the room and introduces the new customers to his team, then he introduces Mike, who must explain the organization of the event and the marketing plan for it: how they have arranged the place for the event, the publicity on local and national media, staff recruited specifically for the event and everything else connected with it.
While talking, he feels his phone vibrate several time in his pocket and he tries to ignore it, failing in it: his mind was turning blank about the presentation, his eyes opened wide while he stares at his mate looking for help. One of his team mate approaches and takes his place, continuing the presentation, while Mike takes a seat and drinks a glass of water, nervously.

Mike needs several minutes to regain his composure and takes back over from his team mate to finish the presentation and then, at last, he can take his seat again resting his hand on his pocket feeling the outline of his phone.

The meeting ends and Mike and his work mate go back to their workstations.... one of his friend asks “what happened in there I’ve never seen you look so nervous and I’ve never know you be lost for words”
“I don’t know .... I just froze and my mind went blank .... thanks for jumping in and saving me !!” His hand moves back to his phone and takes it out of his pocket and puts it on his desk in front of him.
Taking a deep breath he taps the screen and he sees two new messages in it. Picking it up, he taps the screen and read the first one

“WHY DID YOU NOT ANSWER ME!? YOU HAVE 10 MINUTES TO DO IT!”
He taps the screen again to open the next message

“YOU DIDN’T ANSWER IN TIME!”

Mike picks up his phone and types his reply
“Sorry Master.... I was in a meeting and can’t answer you! And about your order.... I can’t do it, I’m not ready to do a big step like this....Ii don’t feel ready to show myself in public!”

Holding his breath he taps the send button and it’s gone. He sits there waiting and wondering what his Master would say to his answer. He didn’t have to wait long as the phone dances on his desk as it vibrates.

“That is not what I wanted to hear from you!”

His phone vibrates again!  Holding his breath mike opens the text
“To prove your loyalty to me you have to chose between sending me a photo of yourself in just your panties seated on your desk or say yes to my order for Saturday. And you have only ten minutes to answer!”

His heart start to race and sweat beads form on his forehead as the panic rushes through his body knowing he will have to answer his Master and answer him soon.

Mike takes a look around the open office and at his mate.... in his mind, the order of his master hit is mind
“I can’t take the photo Master wants....not till everyone is around...” putting his head in his hands and his elbows on his desk “and someone can come back!”

Mike picks up his phone and reads the message on it again and again.... he feel confused.... the situation is getting really complicated and the choice not easy! On a side, taking a picture of himself showing the silk panties  he is wearing isn’t impossible to do, but it’s on his work place! And on the others, going outside as Michelle.... his alter ego, the shy and submissive girl who is the origin of the whole situation!
More he stares at the screen and around, more he start to think he can wait has left the place and can take the pic.... a reasonable solution for him! Mike starts to type slowly his replay and read it when finished.

“Master I’ll be on the subway at the Central Station as you order.... with my white dress and 4 inch high heels”
“WHAT THE HELL I WROTE!?” he think, with his thumb over the “send” button “have to delete it and rewrite it....”

A suddenly  strong pat on his shoulder makes him jump and  he accidently taps the “send” button.
“NOOOO!” he yell out loud “What have I done What have I done!”
Desperation was on his face.... his eyes open wide, staring at the message “Message sent” on the screen, advising him he had accepted the first order of his Master.
 Mike falls on his chair.... his body is weak, all his strength drained out by that single, simple action he had done so many times in his life: sending a message!
“I don’t know what have you done” his work mate tell “but you need to relax, Mike....let’s go for a beer!”

Mike stares at his friend.... he would like to jump on him and yell “You know what I have done!? Do you know!?” but it will be useless.... the responsibility is all on Mike’s shoulders: he didn’t  pay attention to what he was writing, to what was going on around him.... and he must learn to take Michelle under control!
 Damn.... how many time that little lusty girl had put him in trouble!? And this time it’s the worst situation he can ever imagine....

A smirk appears on Mike’s face.... his expression was strange, like two different feelings are now running inside him.
“Are you ok, Mike!?”
The voice of his friend brings him back to reality....
“Yes, sorry.... the last days were heavy.... I just need to rest a little and I’ll be fine! So, I prefer to go home tonight, sorry!

Mike stands up, waving his hand to salute his mate and move to the lift. The door opens and he can finally look at himself in the mirror inside the lift: in front of him, Michelle is staring at him with her devils eyes, enjoying in every cells of her body what expect her next Saturday.

“You like to put me in trouble.... don’t you!?” Mike murmurs, putting his hand over the one reflected in the mirror “You know too well what i like....”

His expression was now different.... is eyes barely closed, both his hands on the mirror.... and that face so close to his.... at this point any control was lost.... he moves close to the mirror, staring at Michelle’s lips: they beg for a kiss.... a kiss from a man, her man, her Master.... Michelle gains full control now....she can feel her shaft getting hard and her body begins to burn…. her lips so close to the mirror…. but the sound of the opening door, brings her back to reality. Mike is back in control…. he adjusts his suit and goes out of the lift, leaving for home.

The next two days were full and intense…. he had many things to do before Saturday morning: shave his body, clean the clothes and shoes…. everything must be perfect  accomplished for his Master’s request! The time passes and gets smaller to follow his Master’s orders and the more Mike feels the tension and turns anxious, but at the same time Michelle was excited about the possibility to finally show herself in public.

And finally, Saturday morning comes….

At 12:00 midday, Michelle takes her first step in to Central Station: the sound of her steps (thanks to the heels she’s wearing) is echoing in all the place while she’s walking to buy a ticket for a ride in the subway.
The old man at the ticket box stares at Michelle…. she looks stunning in her white dress that barely covers her sinuous body, only her chest was completely covered by a lace decoration who follow the line of her fake breasts. They catch the attention of the old man and of some guys near the box.

Michelle feels their eyes exploring her body, indulging on her bum, too perfect and round to give a hint she’s not a girl!
Knowing they are devouring her with their eyes and thinking at what is waiting her soon, excites her and the words of her Master’s message give her the right push to take another step forward.
She crosses her forearm over the ticket box counter, bowing forward her upper body rising a little her bottom, giving a better look of it to the guys.
Waiting for her ticket, she furtively looks at them and what she sees, pleases her: the eyes of the guys fixed on her bum, while a nice bulge start to grow in their pants! Imagining what is running in their mind, makes her smile and think at another way to tease them…. she start to wiggle her bottom slowly, making her short dress rise revealing more of her wonderful legs, till the point a little of her bum is visible.

“Your ticket, Miss!”
The voice of the old man takes her attention back: the real “challenge” was about to start and this thought brings some nervousness back in her mind. While she’s thinking about it, her phone rings with the usual tone of her Master’s call: she takes it out of the handbag she bought the day before (white with some decoration, to match with the dress) and reads the new message.

“The time has come, my little pet…. get on wagon number 9 of the train and look around: I’m waiting your report about the people you see in it”
When the train finally arrives at the station, Michelle walks till she reaches the wagon and steps in. No one had followed her but inside it,  people turn to see her,  just to turn away again, busy in their business: in the left corner of the wagon, a hooded young guy was listening music from his I-phone and near him two men were talking and smoking, turning to look at her time by time.
She looks around again, just to see there is no others one around there, when the door on the right that leads to the next wagon opens, a fat business man comes in and sits near the door: he has a long beard and messy hair, panting slightly in the first heat of summer.

Michelle takes her phone and starts to type a message to her Master, while the doors close and the train starts to move. The ride begins and about 3 or 4 minutes later her phone rings again: another message of her Master!
Michelle moves her finger on the screen and this lights up showing her the new message: she reads it and swallows, thinking at what is written on it. She looks around , till her eyes stop over the business man: how she can approach him and do what her Master order her to a complete stranger who looks the type of man any girls with head on shoulders will probably avoid!?

Michelle reads again the message and look back at the man: taking a deep breath, she moves  in his direction and sits near him. He’s staring at her movements, till she’s near him, crossing her legs and revealing her thighs: he’s visibly sweating, continuing to stare at her and at her body, till he meets her gaze. Michelle smiles at him, putting a hand over his leg.

“Working Saturday morning must be a real pain....”
He looks at her surprised.... a wonderful girl as her talking to him so nicely.... how it can be!?
“It.... it is, a little...” he replies “but I like my work, even if it can be really hard, sometimes....”

Michelle gets close to him, moving her hand up the man’s leg.
“I think a man who is ready to make so many sacrifices for his work, must have a nice reward....”

“A reward!? What did you mean talking about a rew....”

Michelle cuts his words off placing her lips over the ones of the man: surprised, he didn’t answer to her kiss, but what surprised him more, was Michelle’s hand over his shaft, massaging it slowly: the smell of the man’s sweat was getting stronger and she was tempted to move away from him.... the only thing that stopped her to doing it, is the idea of disappointing her Master again and suffering his punishment.

Little by little, the man began to become more resourceful: his left hand was now over Michelle’s thigh, moving long it till it disappear under her dress. Michelle let him do, thinking this is the first time another man is touching her body but when the hand try to rise between her thighs, she pushes him away. The man look at her visibly disappointed and displeased.
“I had to imagine this is just a way to make fun of me....”

“It isn’t....” Michelle replies, kneeling in front of him “but i never said you can freely touch me....”

He looks at her confused.... is she telling the true or just fooling him!? He was caught by his thoughts to the point he didn’t notice Michelle had start to open his pants and once of her hand has slide under his boxer....slowly it moves long his shaft, partially hard, making him moan softly time by time.
Michelle can feel his shaft getting hard and big under her touch and the thing starts to excite and worry her, but not for what she’s doing, but for the circumstance: kneel in front of a perfect stranger in a wagon of the subway and with others men who are surely looking at her and probably thinking she’s an easy girl!
The worst scenario she had ever imagine but at the same time it’s tickling her naughty side till the point she can’t stop her hands even if her mind is saying “no”.... or rather  Mike is saying “no”, but he can’t win against Michelle, his wicked side who had grown day by day in the last year.
Michelle frees the man’s shaft from his boxers  and it pops out and she can’t help but stare at it: even if it wasn’t fully erect, it must around 7 inch or maybe more! An impressive one and it’s her first one....

She swallows, getting close to it: the smelly mix of sweat & urine, filling her nostrils: it’s nauseating but her desire of tasting it stronger than the one to run away.
The man stares at her while she starts to kiss the tip of his “monster”, moving down his whole length till her lips are over his balls. Michelle barely opens her lips, letting her tongue tasting for the first time the flavour of another man: it feel a little salty, probably cause of the sweat, but she likes it and she likes to play with that “thing”.
Her tongue explores every inch of the “monster”, slowly and greedily, till it reach the red and swollen tip where some precum was now leaking out: she greedily lick it, curious to discover how another man will taste. In Michelle’s mouth it tastes bitter and stinging, the most ugly thing she had ever put in her mouth and it give her a feeling of disgust that she almost pukes, but that ugly feeling wasn’t able to stop her.

Mike is losing control.

Michelle wraps her lips around the swollen tip, licking it with her tongue, and starts to play with man’s balls, massaging and squeezing them. The face of the man was the portrait of pleasure: he was moaning heavily and sweating copiously, enjoying the view of that pretty brunette playing with his hard shaft, pushing a little more deeper into Michelle’s throat.

The man is losing control.

He places his hands on her nape and pushes her head down his shaft, making her barely able to breathe.  He loosens his grip, giving to Michelle the chance to get used to feel that giant hardness hitting the back of her mouth and to regain a little the control of the situation: her mouth starts to move long that hardness, till it’s barely all out of it, just to move down on it again.

Mike has lost control.

           

The excitement in Michelle is rising and her naughty side is now leading her. When the tip is finally out of her mouth, she take a break staring at it, then suddenly she pushes it all the way deeper in her mouth, till it reaches her throat.....one time, two....and at every time she pushes it deeper till just an inch, or just a little more, remain out of her mouth.
Michelle look at the man’s face: he was totally lost in the pleasure she’s giving him when he arches his body and something warm spill down Michelle’s throat. She can feel it sliding down, warm and a little sticky maybe, and it was so much!
Slowly, Michelle makes the man shaft slip up her throat back in her mouth, when a second copious spray of cum suddenly filled it, spilling out of her mouth, cutting her breath and making her cough loudly.

“Hey, little bitch.... there is more here!”

She turns to the direction the voice is coming and what she sees, let her smirk maliciously: the two men and the young guy are now in front of her with their shafts exposed and hard as rock pointed to her.

Michelle has now gained full control.

She takes two of them in each of her hands, stroking them, and works out on the third one with her tongue: she can feel them pulsing under her touch and this make her body burn.... she never  felt like this before and she’s liking it!
She works those three rocks hard, moving her mouth from one to another, licking and sucking them till all three are red and swollen and ready to explode: the two men and the guy take their place in front of her, wanking their cocks, while Michelle opens wide her mouth enjoying what will soon happen.
And the wait was short.... a massive spray of cum cover her face: some land on the wig, other drops straight her mouth feeding her! When finally her three men are empty, she swallows all the delicious seed in her mouth, ready to ask them for more when a voice announces her stop.

Before the doors open, she adjusts her dress and clean her face, knowing the day is not over and more orders will follow soon.
Michelle stops behind the huge mirror of the station, takes the makeup box out of her handbag, smiling devilishly at herself reflected on it: she take out her lipstick, she applies it on her lips and blow herself a kiss, putting it back in the handbag.
Walking down the busy street, she notices all the men look at her, from head to feet, as she passes near them and she answer to their sight with a pretty smile. Suddenly, her attention was caught by the phone ring coming from her handbag.

“It’s Master” she think, taking the phone out of it to read the message. “You have done well so far, but there is still lots for you to do” the smile comes back to her face as she reads on “I want you to go to an address I will send you soon. There, a woman in a black robe is waiting for you…. I want you follow her orders”.
Michelle answers immediately with few words “As you wish, Master” and when the address appear on the screen, a smirk rise on her face, recognizing it. It takes few minutes to reach it and what she see, is exactly what she’s expecting: the black warehouse Mike had visited in the last three months, preparing the event for the last costumer of his company! She heads for the side door and knocks on it: it opens and a hooded figure stand in front of her.

“You must be Michelle” the figure says, looking at her.

“I am…. my Master had sent me here, to serve you” she replies, nervously.

 “I know, your Master has informed me. Now follow me, we don’t have time to waste…..oh, i forget…..” she turns to face Michelle, removing her hood and revealing her face and long black hair tied back in a ponytail “From now on, you have to call me Miss Amy”

Michelle nods at her and follows her along the corridor, with her head bowed slightly, when she notices the one way mirror on the wall: the place on the other side is full of  furniture such as the St Andrews cross, restraining chairs and others….all furniture she knows very well!
“Here we are!” Miss says, opening a door: Michelle steps in, to find out it’s the changing room. She looks around, just to find out there are other girls dressed in all kinds of Leather, Latex and Chain outfits.
“You can change here, with the other subs…. that free chair is for you and i had prepared an outfit for you on it!” Miss Amy say, pointing at a free chair, then she sep behind her, place her hands  on her shoulders and her soft and warm lips on her neck.

“Mr. 2 has always a great taste for pretty subs…. he’s a lucky man…” she whispers in her ear and biting softly Michelle’s lobe “now get ready…. and i promise to treat you well, little girl!”

Michelle looks at Miss Amy’s figures reflected in the mirror moving away and leaving the room: she had a very impressing presence and all the other girls in the room were nervous till Miss left, especially a young curly red hair girl looking nervously at herself in the mirror. She’s wearing a sort of swimsuit made by string of chains who pressed her round and big bottom and breasts. Latex high boots and gloves complete her outfit, making her look really gorgeous.

The girl is moving close to her, with a nervous expression in her face.
“You must be Michelle” she asks, trying to smile “I’m Clare and Miss Amy asked me to help you to get ready for tonight.”

Michelle looks at her puzzled, then she notices hair extension of the same color of her hair over the counter, then turn to the girl.
“You mean….putting them instead of the wig!?”
“Yes, this is what Miss Amy ask me…. I’m a professional hairdresser and I’ll help you, but first you need to change!”
“of course….and Clare…nice to meet you!”
The girls smile at each other, then Clare helps Michelle to get ready, just in time for the last meeting with Miss Amy, who explain to all of them how the event would be scheduled.

At 20:00, the main room was full of people invited to the opening event: men and girls of every age and social level everyone there to see the new line who will be launched  from that night. A middle-aged man step on the stage and take the microphone.
 “Ladies and gentlemen…. i want to give you a big welcome to the first big event of our company….feel free to look at our product and to ask to our stuff to show you as they works! Let’s get them a warm welcome!”

The man turn back, pointing his left arm to the curtain. Miss Amy walks in, followed by ten people, five girls and five men, walking few steps behind her with their head bowed down and with a collar around their neck. She was stunning in her outfit: a black leather body suit, without legs cover and a large opening on the front, who partially show her perfect breasts and all over it leather string and metal hoops. High leather boots and coordinate gloves complete her outfit. She stop near the man kneeling at his feet, while the others take their place near the various machines placed all around the room: the guests start their tour of the stuff exposed, sometime asking for a demonstration of how they works, something the assigned sub do gratefully.

The whole thing was going on quiet well, when suddenly the lights turn off. A single spotlight start to run all around the place, till it stop over the curtain: when it open, Clare come out followed by Michelle with her wrist tied by a rope used by Clare to lead her on the catwalk. All the guests are now staring at her, wrapped in a black and white leather holster top and smooth black leather panties.....the whole thing completed by 5 inch heeled thigh length boots and gloves: the men can’t stop looking at her and murmur about who she is and who can be the lucky one she belong to.
The girls stop in front of Miss Amy, who is waiting them on the round platform at the end of the catwalk where it’s placed an empty St. Andrew’s cross: she takes the rope form Clare’s hands and pulls Michelle to her. Miss Amy push Michelle hair back and stamp a kiss on her lips, making the poor girl get breathless: the kiss was short but intense and Miss Amy’s scent fill the air around them, giving to Michelle a strange sensation.

“Now, it’s time to test you, little girl....” Miss Amy say, freeing her wrists “lie over the cross, but first.....panties down, NOW!”
Michelle was expecting it, but all those eyes pointed on her, make her nervous and excited at the same time. She swallow and without more hesitation, she follows Miss Amy’s orders, removing her panties and stepping close the cross and placing her arms on the buckles, giving to Clare the possibility to close them around her wrists.

Meanwhile, a strange and unnatural silence has filedl the whole place: the "crucifixion" of Michelle but above all finding out that pretty girl was a "he", left all the presents speechless. Some of them were impressed by her and the desire to have that obedient girl at their feet start to grown, as grown the envy for her Master.... “that lucky bastard” as someone would like to call him call him.
Michelle was now at the mercy of the two girls, and this made her heart run faster and her breath going heavy little by little.
“Spread your legs, dicky!”
Miss Amy ordered and she immediately executed....she’s getting use about it really fast and she was start to like it too! If she had some reserve before the show begin, now she have to admit to herself that situation had start to pleased her so much....maybe too much!

“Good girl....” Miss Amy tell her, covering Michelle’s eyes with a leather blindfold.
Unable to see what’s going on around her, Michelle get nervous, trying to listen at any sound who fill the room, trying to catch the ones near her. Slowly she get used to the darkness who surround her, to the point she can easily recognize footstep behind her getting closer: a figure covered by a red hooded robe, is now approaching the cross, walking slowly long the catwalk. When the figure in near her, Miss Amy move apart and bow her head.
“You can go, Amy....” he says hoarsely, then turn to Clare and show her a thankful smile.
The hooded figure, move close to Michelle, grab her hair and pull them back, making Michelle scream a little for the pain.
“I’m here for you, girl....” he whisper “to celebrate your slavery ceremony....”
Those words echoes in her mind: her Master is probably in the place and this is all part of his plan! She loose an controll....again!
“MASTER, PLEASE....COME TO ME!” she yell loud.
A strong smack hit her butt cheeks, giving her more pain.

“WHO GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO SPEAK!?” the hooded figure thundered, hitting her cheeks twice.
The pain makes Michelle scream again, while from the audience, some start to ask for her punishment: she’s becoming anxious and those voices calling for her punishment scared her, but at the same time the situation is now exciting her so much! The figure turns to the audience, with an evil smirk on his face.

“My friends, please.... there will be time for punishment.....i promise! Now, we have business to do here....”
The figure turn back, looking at Clare.
“Would you prepare her for me, my dear!?” he say, pointing at Michelle’s bum.
“With pleausre....” Clare replay immediately, licking viciously her lips and kneeling behind Michelle: she takes Michelle’s cheeks in her hands and spread them revealing her entrance.... it’s pulsing, barely open by the excitement running in the veins of the poor girl. Clare spits on it and then begin to lick it slowly, moving her tongue all around it, then in the middle, pushing her tongue but without letting it sliding inside, continually repeating this voluptuous dance: a complete agony for Michelle, who desperately hopes that tongue would slip in at any pressure of it on her entrance.
She moans loudly at any touch of Clare’s tongue and her voice fill the entire place, while the audience is enjoying the unexpected but welcome show and not only that.... here and there, some people had start their private games, lost in the atmosphere created by the three figure on the platform, while others just stare at what happen all around them: the perfect opening for a BDSM event and for the inauguration of the new branch!

Michelle’s moans get loud any minute and her body twitch under the deep pleasure running in her veins and even for Clare was now hard to hold the feeling she’s having tasting her pretty prey.... Michelle taste and smell are now filling her mouth and nostril and she can sense her intimacy juice gliding on her thighs and a fire burning in her belly: she’s now so attracted by that girl, so submissive and charmed.... she would like to continue for hours but a tap on her shoulders make she understand the time has come. She move apart, while the misterious figure let some lube lotion fall on Michelle’s bums, sliding between her cheeks and over her open entrance, followed by two fingers rubbing against it for a little, just to suddenly disappear inside her: Michelle arch her back, moaning as she never had done before that night.... not one, not two.... three fingers are now thrusting her intimacy, exploring it and getting deeper in her! Her breath turn heavy, her self control is now over....and all cause that strange presence she can’t recognize!

Then, as those fingers had entered in her, they slip out, leaving her panting heavy and with a hope of some rest finally! But she was wrong.... something is pressed against her entrance again, something that easily gains its way deep inside her and fill her completely! She can sense it pushing deeply, without hesitation, faster and rough while time pass but all she can sense now, is the wonderful feeling that man is giving her, making her forgive about all the doubt she had before leaving her home. But there is a thing Michelle is regretting.... to don’t have her Master there, near her.

“You like to have my rod inside you.... didn’t you, Mike!?”
Those whispered words, make Michelle so happy: he wasn’t a stranger, he is her Master!
“I am, Master...aahhhnnnn....my Mr. 2....” she answers, moaning and panting at the same time.

Mr. 2 smirk at her, pushing harder in her delicious bottom, making her scream for the pleasure he’s giving her and running wild in both their bodies....too wild to hold it any longer: a copious and warm pray of dense cum fills Michelle’s body, letting her cum too and letting her seed float in the air, till it fall on the platform.
Slowly, Mr. 2 make his rod slip out of Michelle’s hole, making his cum leak out of her open hole: it was so much and even when his rod was finally out, it continue to fall.... on her thighs, on the floor....a complete mess!

Mr. 2 take his place in front of her, while Clare is waiting near the girl, then he speaks to her.
“You have done all i ask you, my pet.... now, it’s time for you to swear your loyalty to me!”

He takes a break and looks at Michelle....she looks exhausted, breathing hard, but she has her eyes glued on him, waiting for his next words.
“From now on, you belong to me for the rest of your life, you will serve me properly at work and at my place....forever! and you are going to be Michelle forever, any moment of the day, any hours or minute....” saying this, he removed the hood, revealing his face to the audience “If you accept all this, you start to work with me, live with me....and i promise to take care of you. Now, what’s your decision!?”
The noise that had filled the place till a moment ago, disappeared: all the eyes are now pointed to the cross and to Michelle, curious about the answer she will give to Mr. 2. An answer who come soon.
“I’m Michelle, and i’m at your complete service, Master....for the rest of my life!”

Her answer echoes in the room, followed by the one of clapping hands: the oath was done and Mr. 2 nods at Clare who removes the blindfold around Michelle’s head, while Mr. 2 put a black leather collar around her neck. Michelle’s eyes get used at the light and finally she can see her Master’s face: she smiles happy, recognizing he is one of the men who had collaborated for the realization of this event.
Mr. 2 kisses her deeply, then whispers to her “I’ll bring you to my place from tonight, my pet but now you have more to do....be gentle with our guest!”
“I will, Master....i will!” she answers, while in her mind she start to imagine the future that awaits her.


The  End.

                                                 
                                               
As we know that first love is always special.  I was so much in love with my girl friend, and there is nothing wrong or right when you are love it just come from inside..

 Even today I overwhelm in those beautiful memories and the time we spend together. She was  a very beautiful  girl ,everything was perfect in her, that what a man have desire for.

Both of us were studying in same college but our subject streams were different .After college  timings  were over, I use to follow her  till she reaches her hostel. That’s when our affair started, a few dates at  the coffee house and restaurant,  made us to want each other more.
 The first ever sex was so painful for me and her but that pain is forgettable with the loveable pleasure. Then,  after  that  we had sex many  times in our room that was so amazing and  memorable.

One time me and my girlfriend decided to go to mall for shopping  because it was her birthday. She was at her place I called and told about that we are going for shopping so get ready. So I reached at the mall in time and after 15 minute she’s also reached there. When I saw her my eyes were stoned, I can get off my eye from her  she was looking so beautiful ,she was wearing romantic set from  Marilyn’s fashion design and platform mules red in colour.  The dress was beautiful and short,  it was strapless with a red and pink swirl type design and a white lacy underlay.

Then we buy some stuff at the mall and were hanging out at the mall.  Then she said, she is getting bored. So I told her, we can watch movie here, then she said ok.

We kept  our packages at the luggage counter in the locker for few hours and she took her purse then we headed towards the movie theatre. I buy tickets for the movies, popcorns and cool drinks .

We entered 10 minutes early there were  few people  in the cinema theatre. The hall was very big. We sat in the back row, ate popcorn and chatted, while I kept looking at the entrance praying nobody else would enter. As the credits started to roll, many of people came in, much to my disappointment. She was looking so beautiful and appealing  I was getting hungry for her  , was going to seize on any opportunity. a few strangers 4 rows away wasn't going to stop me.

As the movie started, I took her hand and whispered that we should move. She followed like a lamb...I interpreted that as a sign of submission to my intentions. I went as far away from the 4 or 5 others in the theatre as possible. Top row still. I looked at her, she was already looking at me. I'll never forget her smile.

Innocence perfectly fused with exotic, enigmatic beauty. I went near her she was breathing heavily I went near her lips she was blowing hot air I moved my lips on her lips and kissed her passionately she opened her mouth and we exchanged saliva and we both played with each other’s tongues we kissed each other for nearly 10 min and I saw in her eyes she blushed and closed her eyes I kept one hand on her shoulders and slowly I pressed her boob she moaned a little I pressed it harder she came near me and told that someone will see

 I told not to worry and kept both hands on her boobs and started to press it harder she was also co-operating and enjoying. I told her that I want to lick her nipples she laughed and said this not the right place to do I convinced her finally she agreed I opened three buttons of her shirt and played with the nipples on bra they were hard enough I pinched the nipple.

I ran my hand over her thigh. It was like silk. She linked her fingers with mine and ushered my hand to her panties. Within seconds I was fingering her vagina, and she leant back in her seat, hips thrust forward her ability to switch gears from quiet . I had my fingers buried deep inside her when she quickly repositioned herself.  then she bent down (I was wearing shirt in style of bob shirt and basic trouser which comfortable) unzip my trouser took my cock out  and she started sucking , she drank my pre-cum  without leaving a single drop.

Then after that she sliding her panties down and sat inches above my groin, tacitly inviting me to remove my trousers and release my erection inside her pussy, her body graced by a romantic dress . I did so feverishly, not wanting this fleeting promise of bliss to go unrealised. Emboldened by our relative privacy, fuelled by the danger of being noticed or seen, and by her rare, exotic seduction I got my cock out and held her hips as I thrust my penis inside her. .

Careful not to make too much noise, but conflicted by my animalistic desires, I guided her up and down on my throbbing manhood until I erupted inside her my balls totally milked by the rhythm of her hips.

She was biting her lip so hard because she didn't want to moan out loud. It didn't take long at all. We wiped our parts with tissues which were already in her purse  But my animalistic desires were not fulfilled  yet. Movie was about to end in 30 minutes , so we relaxed and had popcorn and  cold drink. Then the movie ended.

I want her more. I don’t know what happened to me. I was sinking deep down into river of lust. I knew that there was an elevator in the parking lot by the mall so we went over there and hit the button for the top floor. No one was parked up there but we knew they had camera's so we decided to go back into the elevator and she push me into the corner and pulled down my trouser so fast I could tell she wanted it. She started going to work on me sucking and deep-deep throating my cock.

This was going on for a good five minutes when all of a sudden the elevator started to move we quickly hit the third floor elevator button and got out before the elevator got to the floor it was called to. We got into the other elevator went back up to the top floor and this time we couldn't contain ourselves. she pulled aside her panties and pulled down her dress so that her boob were fully out (no bra) and started to fuck her boobs so hard she didn't even bother being quiet. I fucked her in doggy pose so she was moaning little and biting her lips. We kept going till I was ready to blow my load and I came all over her face and mouth she swallowed most of it.

We took the stairs back down I was helping support her on the way down. Than we both get to the wash room  and cleaned ourselves and took our packages from the luggage counter locker, got out of the mall.

My girl friend told me that it was the most exciting birthday she ever had. But now we are not together just the memories treasured in my heart…….    It was probably one of the most risky situations we've been in first in movie theatre and second in elevator…. But I enjoyed both situation’s of pleasure and fear of being caught. It was amazing


THE END

                                                       
                                                   
This was his first time in Europe. James had been to renn faires in the past, all over in the States in fact. This festival was a new experience. He was in England now, in an old Viking town.

He liked history and though he was an introvert the experience of crowds huddled around exhibits did not bother him. No fear of theft due to the sporran that helped his kilt stay down in the cool breeze. Yes, today was a good day.

James went around the town sampling the fare. There were various foods and drinks he'd never had or tried before. There were fights to watch. There was so many things for him to see and it would be hard to do it all in a day. In fact, the day had slipped away before he even noticed. It was getting dark and there were a few places he wanted to go try before retiring to the hotel he had a room at. Then he saw the hay ride pulled by horses and decided to give it a go.

In he sat on one of the hay bales near the back and there was very little room left. Then it happened. A girl who looked very much like she was wearing the red and black oktobrefest dress from Achat (a place he visited frequently) ran to the carriage and yelled "Wait for me!" She hopped up into the back of the carriage and looked for a place to sit. James stood up and she pushed him back down.

"No, that's alright. I'll just sit on your lap." she said and proceded to do so then pulled his arms around her onto her lap.
"There, now we're all ready to go."

James was aghast. Her raven hair smelled like cherry as she turned around to introduce herself.

"Hello, I am Charlene." she said courtly. "...and you are?"
"My name is James." He said in his very blantant American accent.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, and thank you for providing me a seat." She smiled warmly but in the manner of a hungry cat about to eat it's prey at the same time.

They talked for a while as the ride took them all over the town and countryside while the moon rose in the distance. Every bump he could feel her grinding against his naked groin, separated by a thin piece of cloth. With every grind his erection became more difficult hide.
It felt like she was doing it on purpose.

She turned facing the back of the carriage and slid her hand down to feel his manhood pulsating from the constant attention.
 "Well you have a gift for me then?" she said smiling.

Yes, he was really not used to this type of attention but she was very pretty and he was so turned on.

 "Don't worry. No one will notice. They're all paying attention to the scenery in front of us, or what the driver is saying. So, do you like what I am doing? If not, I can stop." She looked at James with a pouty expression.
 James nodded and held her waist more firmly.

"Watch this." Charlene said, with a giggle.
 She slid her skirt over his kilt and then pulled his kilt up, exposing him to her hands which were hidden underneath her dress. Then she slid up closer to him and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Just keep talking to me about how pretty the country side is and such." She whispered as she held his shaft in her hand and began to rub it against her silk panties.

 He could instantly feel how wet she'd become from their meeting, even though he was not in direct contact with her skin. She stroked him up and down, rubbing the head against the silk and looking into his eyes.

 "So, how long will you be in England?" she asked.

 "For a week or so. I have a hotel room not far from here I am staying in. It looked very nice." James was doing his best to make polite coversation.

 "I'd very much like to visit you again, perhaps meet you at the hotel?" she said as she pulled her panties to the side and pushed his genitals against her own.

 She was so wet he almost slid in, but she wanted to tease him. Soon the ride came to a stop and the other passengers exited the ride politely excusing him for not getting up, as he was being a 'gentleman' and giving the lady a place to sit.
She stood up, holding her skirt against him just enough to let his kilt drop so it would not arouse suspicion and then he hopped off the carriage, helping her down after him.

"Would you like to see where I am staying tonight? I am about to leave here." James asked, having found the courage to finally blurt it out.

"I was beginning to think you'd never ask" Charlene took his hand as if she had won a toy from a machine. "Lead the way......"


THE  END.

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I did not want the story to end with them already having had sex. I wanted the reader to be left hanging and let their imagination wander.

                                               
                                                       
She smiles as she opens the windows and looks over Campo della Maddelena, just 50 meters from her hotel. It’s late in the evening yet the small square is still buzzing with activity. The soft sounds of people walking and talking, the small tables of the terrace leading up to the water crowded. The sound of a loud laugh cascading off the old walls of the square, echoing through the street.

She pushes a lock of hair from her face. The long, dark strands still moist from the long shower she treated herself to after arriving in her favorite city earlier that evening. For a few moments she stands there at the window, taking in the air of the city. Sweet, spicy, the hint of the closeby sea ever present. She closes her eyes, draws in a last deep breath, then forces herself away from the mesmerising sounds of Venice. She adjusts the short towel around her full chest and turns towards the small side table near the window and looks at her laptop.

She didn’t hesitate a second when her boss asked her to take over visiting a fashion event in Milan. It had been her life-long dream to visit that city and see more of beautiful Italy but she never had the chance. Since the event took place in her second week of the holiday she had already booked, she decided to turn this trip into the trip of a lifetime.

When she came home that night and logged into Achat, she couldn’t wait to tell her spouse, Eric, that she was going on this trip. As soon as he logged in, she told him the news, eager to get the enthousiastic reaction she expected from him. More than once they imagined being in either of the three cities she wanted to visit. The colloseum in Rome was a favorite location, just as a gondola in Venice and a dressing room in a fashion shop in Milan.

But he pouted, said he would miss her too much if she went on holiday for two weeks. In a sense she understood what he meant, since they met online in the game, there wasn’t a day where they didn’t speak to eachother. Although they agreed to keep their relationship inside the game and not share anything personal, it wasn’t long before they chatted online through a messenger if Achat was not an option.

His cooled reaction had an immediate influence on her mood. Where she wanted to jump him at first, she quickly ended the conversation and logged off. Disappointed she crawled up on the couch and poured herself a big glass of red wine. The next day she logged in again and met her Eric. He apologized for his selfish behaviour and wished her a wonderful trip. Before she knew it, they were talking as nothing had ever happened and she shared more details of the trip as she intenionally wanted to.

But that was all a couple of weeks ago. Last night, before she left for the airport, she made sure that he was very satisfied and she left him with the promise she would make his waiting worthwhile. Now, here in this hotelroom she could feel her blood rush through her veins, the deep impression of the culture and history of the city creeping through her skin, mixing in with her blood and saturating her senses.

With a quick flick of her head, her hair twirling around in a waterfall of dark, long, silky strands, she shakes the dreamy look in her eyes and focusses on her email. One message immediatly jumps out and her heart starts to pound in her throat. A message from Eric, the first time ever that he sent her something on his own initiative. Up to now, he only replied to her messages. With a beating heart she opens the email.

“My sweet Alisa,

I need to thank you for last night. You were so sweet and soft and I’ve never seen you this willing * blush*
I hope you will have a wonderful time in Italy, in the cities that you love so much. I wish I was with you to do the things we fantasized about in our private place in Achat.

Because I want you to have the full experience and I know you are in Venice on the last day of Carnerval, expect a surprise early Tuesday evening. I hope you’ll enjoy…

Your Eric”

A frown forms above her hazel eyes, then a smile starts to curl her full, soft lips. She leans back in the chair and folds her legs over eachother, placing her hands folded in her lap. ‘That devil, what did he come up with? And how would he know where I am? Oh shit..’. Suddenly she realises that she told him herself where she planned to go in the city. She was full of fire when she told him about the small square and the hotel near one of the major canals. She even promised him to take pictures of the bed so they could use that image when she was back.

‘Nothing I can do now except go to sleep...’

Quickly she unwraps the towel as she walks towards the bed and quickly slips under the deep blue covers. The soft linnen curls against her body as she stretches herself, then turns to her side and pulls her knees up. Her face rests softly on the feather pillow and with the light murmur of the Campo della Maddalena in the backgroiund, she drifts off to sleep.


The day went by quickly and after checking for messages at the front desk, she took the elevator to her floor and started a bath as soon as she entered.The sweet scent of lilacs started to drift through the room and moist clouds of mist washed out from the door of the bathroom as the bath slowly filled. She got her book from the nightstand and put it on the edge of the bath, then called roomservice and ordered a glass of spumanti and a plate of tomatoes, mozzarella and olives. After her refreshments were brought up, she placed the plate and glass near the bath and undressed quickly.

With a deep sigh of satisfaction she lowers her slender body down into the warm, foaming water and leans back against the side of the tub. Keeping her hands on the sides, she lets the warmth of the water penetrate her skin and warm her core. Slowly she wriths her thighs against eachother, the friction causing a spark to ingite in her center. With a soft smile around her lips, she starts to nurture the spark, squeezing her thighs harder, gently moving her hips in a circular motion.

The spark slowly starts to flicker and soon a cinder of heat is nestled deep in her core, radiating a soft sexual tention that more and more floes through her body. Her legs start to feel comfortably heavy and when she glances down, her look confirms her nipples growing harder and darker. She closes her eyes and starts to regulate her breathing. Sending the air she takes in though her nose deep into her body, placing her hand on her stomach as the center of her aim. Slowly she lets the air escape through her mouth before  drawing in another breath.

As her body relaxes, her heart starts to beat slower and her breath automatically slips down deep into her body before being released through her slightly opened lips, akkowing her to shift her focus to her womanhood.

Slowly she starts to squeeze her perineum, sending a ripple of pleasure through her sex. For a second she struggles to control her breath but as the ripple disolves slowly on its course down her thighs, she regains control again. She squeezes again, forcing her thighs to close tighter, the entrance of her sex pressed shut between her legs, creating another ripple of pleasure to tremor through her core.

She adds another layer of sexuality to the rhythmic convulsions of her perineum as she moves her hips in small, slow circles through the silky water. Gentle enough to cause but a ripple on the surface, the movement subtle and small. Then, as her motions become more fluid, the water starts to wave through the tub, gaining momentum, collecting between her full breasts as in cliffs on the shore and splashing up in her face.

Her breathing is lost as she shakes her head to flick the drops of water from her eyes and with a blush she opens them. The glow in her core is still present and looked after when she reaches out to the glass of bubbling wine. She pouts her lips and savours the sweet, sparkling taste as she sips, swirling the transluscent liquid in her mouth. A clear taste of muscat grapes seduces her to take a quick, second sip before she puts the glass away again.

Without realising it, responding to the sensation automatically, her right hand slips into the water and travels down her belly to her quenched thighs. Her hazel eyes, half opened, turn a deeper gold when her fingertips brush over her pronounced clit, her opening widening as soon as she releases her thighs. She clenches her teeth to hold it in as she explores her sex with her fingers, pulling on the petals, gently pushing them apart until her pronounced clit appears between her delicate folds.

She shivers as she touches her button, sliding the side of her finger along side of it, before curling above and pushing down the other side. She closes her finger and thumb around her clit and squeezes gently, feeling it slip away in the silky water. A soft moan escapes her lips as she involuntarily pushes her hips forward in an attempt to catch her fingers, feeling them slide along her engorged lips.

She takes another deep breath and her eyes squint as her fingers find her clit again and she starts to rub in a rhythmic motion. Pleasure erupts in her core and quickly spreads throughout her body like wildfire, making her nerve ends tingle, her breath quicken and her sex contract in soft convulsions. Her moans become deeper and softer, almost hidden as she enjoys her body.

A loud knock violently interrupts the fantasy she was slipping into, her hand shooting from the water and gripping the edge of the tub. Again a knock is heard, quickly followed by a male’s voice.

“Ms Alisa Jazz? I have a package for you”

“Can you leave it at the door?” Her voice unsure, husky as her body is deep under the spell of her excitement.

“I’m sorry miss, You have to sign for it”

“Give me a minute…”

With a sigh of disappointment, gathering her strength, she pushes herself up on her feet in the tub, grabbing a towel before stepping out onto the soft mat that cradles the foot of the tub. She dries her chest and quickly wraps her torso in the soft fabric before heading for the door of her room. She opens it and looks around the corner, discovering a tall man, dressed with a in a cloak, his face covered by a hood and a black mask with the markings of a tiger on it. Her eyes lock in with the green eyes that sparkle in the refined openings and for a moment they linger in a gaze, then they are directed down to his hands and the black box they are holding.

“Ms Alisa Jazz? This is for you”

Before she can react, the man hands the box the her, her hands extending and receiving automatically. She watches with open mouth, her eyes flashing from the box to the man and back again. Without a comment the masked man turns on his heels and walks away through the corridor, swiftly descending the stairs and disappearing out of sight. When she feels a trickle of water run down the inside of her thigh, over her knee and down her calve, she finds her grip and steps back inside the room.

As she turns and walks towards the bed to set down the box, her towel is loosened as it rubs against her chest and the soft wrap slides down her body, leaving her completely naked. Carefully she places the box on the bed and starts to pull on corners to open it. She folds the flaps that appear to the side and pulls away the white wrapping paper that is on top. Her eyes fly open as she finds a letter and a beautiful mask. Quickly she takes out the letter and places it on the bed, then she looks back at the mask again.

The face of the mask is a warm, creamy ivory color, embossed with lillies and vines with  sparkling white and deep pink gems set along the line of the forehead. The top is decorated with black feathers on top of a rim of black lace and long, black eye lashes curl up and down from the mask’s eye openings. Carefully she picks it up by the dark wooden holder and places it gently against her face as she walks towards the tall mirror next to the bathroom door.

She looks through the mask and lets her eyes glide down the body of this stranger, this new person that meets her with a new face. As if she’s meeting someone from a different life, new yet so familiar. Her free hand starts to slide down the curve of her body, starting on the opposing shoulder, across her chest stomach, over her hip and down to her thigh. Hypnotised by the flowing motion and the different perspective of the mask, she finds it hard to pull her eyes away from the sight.

When she manages to do so, she turns back to the bed and quickly opens the letter. In calligraphic letters, pain stakingly precise, an invitation is written on a creamy-white sheet of paper, folded around an invitation.

“Tonight at dusk, the masked ones gather and feast
For celebrating life and killing the beast
7 seats are open, welcome is a guest
4 eyes are looking, never finding rest”

 ‘How mysterious…’. Slowly she places the letter on the bed, next to the mask. Her fingers find the invitation that slipped from the letter and she brings it closer to her eyes to read it. It’s an invitation to a masked ball, in a palace not far from her hotel. In gold letters the event is announced to start at 10 pm, the dresscode is 14th – 18th century. She twitches her lips, in her mind going through her tiny wardrobe that she brought with her on holiday. Not much there to wear to a thing like this but then she remembers the box. Quickly she moves over and pulls away the white crepe paper and a lush, burgundy red dress appears. Delighted she pulls it from the box, struck by the white lace at the bottom, the small bows on the hips and the lush lace.

She puts the dress next to the box on the bed and removes another layer of white paper, revealing a set of stockings and garterbelt, accentuating the dress with a vine pattern woven into the smooth fabric of the stockings and little bows on the clips of the garterbelt. Removing another layer reveals a black, lace bodystocking with half cups and a black lace thong, lined with the same deep burgundy red of her dress. The set is completed with a necklace with a tear shaped pink gem set in a gold hanger, two matching earrings and high, black heels with burgundy bows on the straps across the foot.

Overwhelmed and delighted she sits down on the bed, her heart beating and a thousand thoughts running through her head. The impact of this gift, the effort and thought put into selecting and arranging everything... He could not have surprised her more, maybe except by showing up himself. Her hands carefully caress the dress and underwear, feeling the smooth fabric with her fingertips, the ember of heat in her core suddenly glowing deeper, resonating gently inside her body.

Her eyes glance at the clock, 8 pm. With a decisive push of her hands, she lifts herself off the bed and walks into the bedroom to fix her hair and do her make up. When she returns fourtyfive minutes later, she slips into the panties and body stocking, looking at herself in the mirror on every stage of dressing.

A long look in the mirror, turning herself to look at her outfit from all sides, she stands stunned with how sophisticated she looks. Eric’s taste is classy, expensive and she feels almost embarrased to wear this. At the same time it makes her feel more woman as she has ever felt before. Slowly her eyes slide up and down her body and when she looks at her own eyes through the mirror, she recognises a look of a strong, sexual woman.

She abruptly turns away from the mirror and grabs the invitation from the bed. She reads the adress carefully. ‘Osteria Cà d’Oro, Strada Nova 3932, Canneregio’. A quick check on google shows that it’s close to her hotel, but a walk of twentyfive minutes is too much for these new heels. Weighing her options, she gathers a few things in her purse and dabs some perfume on her wrists and neck. Standing still to let the last sheen of moisture evaporate from her neck, she snatches the mask from the bed and walks to the door.

With a deep sigh, she closes it behind her. She couldn’t resist nor refuse the invitation, Eric had put so much thought into it. With a dreamy look she arrives at the desk in the lobby of the hotel and has to shake her thoughts of Eric when the clerk adresses her.

“Can I help you with anything ms Jazz?”

“Ah, hopefully you can. I was hoping to find a watertaxi to take me to the Strada Nova, it’s along the Canal Grande.”

                                                         
“I see. That should be no problem. If you walk down the street to the left of the Campo della Maddalena, you will end up right at the Grand Canal. There is a pier for watertaxi’s there.”

“Thank you very much, you’ve been most helpful!”

With a smile of relief on her face, she turns away from the desk and leaves the hotel. The walk to the pier takes only 5 minutes and when she is onboard of one of the fast speedboats, she’s happy that she put a scarf around her shoulders and neck before leaving the hotel.

As the boat skims over the soft ripple of the water, she sees the magnificent buildings of the city passing by, lit in the falling night, casting an soft glisten across the water. In less than 10 minutes she reaches her destination and is helped to step out of the vessel. Standing at the edge of the dock, she looks around and sees a stunning building less than a hundred meters away. The white facade is made of three marble arches, the lowest one the tallest, the highest one the lowest. A row of columns leads from the arches towards an entrance inside.
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Moving closer to the palace, she notices two hooded and cloaked men wearing a gold mask and a few people walking up to the entrance, all wearing a mask. Sure of her destination, she slips her hand in her little purse and reaches for the invitation, then she steps up to the two cloaked men as she moves the mask in front of her face. Without saying a word, one of them reaches out his hand and closes his fingers around the invitation she places on top of his palm. A quick glance at the gold letters and a warm smile appears from under the mask.

“Tonight at dusk, the masked ones gather and feast
For celebrating life and killing the beast
7 seats are open, welcome is a guest
4 eyes are looking, never finding rest

Welcome Guest number Six, we will wait for one more and then we will start!
Welcome! Welcome!”

As the first man recites the same poem as she found in her letter from Eric, the second one offers his arm and guides her through the doors into a hallway as soon as she places her hand on his forearm. The dark wooden floor dampens the click of her heels and the thick carpets on the wall dampen the sound into a warm tap. The ceiling is covered with fresco’s, large chandeliers hang down and burning candles cast a warm, soft light in the medieval hallway. To the right, two double doors are thrown open by the masked man and she is lead into a new room.

“Ladies and gentlemen, Guest number 6!”

As she steps into the light of a large hall, the room suddenly becomes silent and everybody present turns to face her. Only a moment it seems time is frozen, then a sudden giggle, a smile and the rustle of voices and dresses swell to the previous volume. In the left corner a quartet starts to play a sonata and in the centre a court dance is resumed. For a moment she stands lost, then a man steps up to her, with a slender blonde woman in his wake.

“Welcome sweet lady. How fortunate that you will join us tonight. Please come with me and I will get you a glass of champagne and in the meantime tell you all about this party and the people attending. Oh, I forget to introduce myself and my wife. I am Casanova and this is Catherine the Great, one of his conquests. And who are you?”

“Please forgive his rattling, he takes your breath away, doesn’t he? Go and find out where Guest Seven is. Shoo!”

The blonde steps in and sends Casanova on his, then grabs her arm and subtlely leads her away from ‘Casanova’, and his extravagant outfit. She picks off two glasses of champagne off a tray when a waitor passes and manouveres them into a quieter corner. As she raises her glass, she smiles and makes a couteous bow.

“Welcome to the Festa della Mascherato, a party that is organised on the last night of Carneval, celebrating life and what brings love closer. What is your name, dear?

“I am Alison, uhm.. Catharina de Medici. I received my invitation for this party as a surprise.”

“You are quick on your feet.” The blonde woman smiles again and takes another sip of her champagne. “Once a year we organise a party for members of our fraternity. Although you can only enter this society by invitation, we are neither secret nor well-known. Once a year we organise a themed party and open our doors for a number of guests. Depending on how many of our members are attending, the total number is set in 180. This year 173 members are attending..”

“Oh, I understand. So I am guest six out of seven?”

“Like I said, quick on your feet. Casanova is finding out where number seven is. But since you are here, please participate in the dances. You might find a partner for what is to follow later in the evening”

“What’s happening later on?” A sudden knot of nerves appears in her stomach, the look in the blonde’s eyes hinting towards something unexpected. As the quartet starts to play a new piece, she steps in a little closer to make sure she hears every word, suddenly worried of her decision to come here.

“Ah, I can’t tell you. That is part of being a guest. Just wait and see how the evening developes and decide if you want to stay or not. You can leave at any time you please.”

With a smile and a nodd, the blonde steps out of the corner and walks around the dance floor, disappearing in the crowd. Lost for a moment, She lets her eyes drift over the people that have gathered in this palace. and in a glimpse see spots the tiger mask of the man that brought her the box. Immediatly her heart jumps in her chest and her face flushes with sudden excitement. His eyes are still crystal clear imprinted in her mind and as she intensifies her look on him, she sees him turn his head and their eyes meet.

A wave of warmth rushes through her body as soon as their eyes connect, making her tremble on her feet, somehow under the spell of the surroundings, the surprise and the rising sexuality in the room. She extends her arm and finds the cool stone wall behind her and balances herself, then the moment is gone as the dance is started and her gaze is broken. The heat flaring up in her core is not subising but fed and nurished by the dance that now takes place in the center of the room.
Her eyes are glued to the stranger in the tiger mask as he moves across the dancefloor, effortlessly following the complicated pattern of the medieval dance. Though she doesn’t see a reaction from his side, there are plenty of women that show their interest in him until they move on in the whirlpool of dancers. Instead of focussing on the women introducing themselves, she sees him divert his look often in her direction, his eyes flaring up when they connect with hers.

Each time they connect, she feels her knees getting weak and the ember of arousal flare up in her core. Hypnotised by the dance, drawn in by the green eyes of the tiger, she loses track of time and space as she follows every move and step of the dance. As the dances nears it’s end, their eyes lock in again and stay connected until the dance ends.As in a dream she sees him walk up to her, carefully making his way through the dancers. Her breath quickens and the knot of nerves in her stomach grows with each step he takes.

In her mind common sense and instinct battle it out in silence, only betrayed by her twitching fingers. As he moves in closer, he becomes more and more familiar, as if she knows his every secret, explored every thought of his mind, achieved a level of intimacy that she’d never known before. Yet this is a stranger, never has she seen these green eyes, this posture, the athletic movements of his body. In silence, as if she’s dreaming, she watches him approach her and then she loses control of all her defenses. Overwhelmed by his intense look, the strength of his presence, she surrenders to the moment and opens her heart and mind.

“Please, come with me…”
His voice is dark, deep and leaves her no option but to nod and place her hand in his extended fingers. She feels his fingers close around her hand, holding her firm but gentle, giving her a sense of support and trust. Without a word he guides her away from the room, stepping out onto a terrace that offers a view on the Canal Grande. The moon is full, high in the sky, casting a soft, cool gleam, the air soft and salty, gently tickling the hair in her neck.

He brings her up to the stone balustrade and as she looks over the edge, she’s taken by the view of the Canal Grande, the lights of the boats sailing across the water, the city filled with lights. Taken by the sight but conscious of the man with her, she feels him step back and behind her, his hands on her upper arms, his face close to her ear.

“I have a girl, a beautiful and amazing woman. She would love to be on this rooftop and enjoy the view of Venice by night. It is her life ling dream to visit Italy and especially Venice.”

She halts her breath, feeling his hands slide down her arms to her elbows, then lower as she lets her hands glide down to her hips. Following her arms, he reaches her hands, then slides his hands across her stomach and takes her in a tight embrace. He presses his mouth against her ear, she lays her head on his shoulder and closes her eyes.

“I like to call her my chipmunk, because she has these cute cheeks…”

“Eric…”

His name a whisper in the breeze, taken to the Canal Grande and dispursed in the midnight sky. Her head turns and her lips find his, feeling his soft mouth connect in a deep kiss. As she starts to explore his lips with the tip f her mouth, her body starts to turn in his arms, but is held back when he tightens his grip. Leaving one hand on her stomach, the other starts to slide down to her hip, then down her thigh to the edge of her dress. She feels his fingertips drag over the soft fabric of her stockings as they curl around the seam of her dress and start to pull up the fabric, exposing her soft thigh.

A deep moan escapes her lips as she realises. Her body pushes backwards, her buttocks pressing into his pelvis, sensing his cock hardening against her. In a flash she is taken back to the last night shey spent together before she left on her holiday. He wanted to take her standing, from behind, without restrictions and she gladly let him. As she feels her dress being collected around her hips, his hand sliding along her inner thigh towards her damp panties, she knows exactly what she wants.

The unimaginable has happened. She is her favorite city in the world, in the arms of the man she loves but never saw before. The man she has lusted after, wanted, needed and would allow to do almost anything to her in the game. And now he is really there, not a fibre in her body doubts him being Eric., the only one that has ever called her chipmunk. And she surrenders. His fingers slip into her panties and the ember of arousal in her core explodes and sets her on fire.

Slowly he opens the delicate folds of her sex, gentle fingers collecting the first droplets of her dew as he reaches her entrance. Then wet fingertips slide up between her lips and glide over her hardening button, sending chills through her body. Automated she moves her hand to the one around her middle and guides it upwards to her chest, folding his fingers around her breasts while she pushes her hips backwards against him.

For a moment he steps back, breaking the connection between her backside and his pelvis, only to reconnect with a clear erection in his pants. Each time she pushes back, she feels it slide up between her cheeks, his grip on her breast tightening as she circles her hips. His fingers slide down her lips again and she feels a sudden pressure against her entrance, two of his fingers moving in circles until they gained entry to her wet sex. She bites her lips and breathes deep as she feels his digits slide into her, her sex tightening around them, squeezing them while they move around inside of her.

Then her breast is released and his fingers slip from her sex. As he steps away from her, she hears the soft tingle of his belt opened. Then his zip is pulled down and she hears the soft rustle of his pants sliding down. His hand slides up her back and his fingers grab a hold of her hair, gripping her tight and gently pushing her upper body forward.

She extends her hands as she allows him to bend her over, touches the stone balustrade of the terrace and finds a tight grip. She feels his fingers slide her panties to the side, exposing her heated and engorged lips, then he slowly slides his knee up between her legs, gently spreading them open. She closes her eyes as she feels him step closer to her, her hair released. His hand moves to her her warm, naked buttock, pulling it to the side to expose her little star and her shaven, soft sex. She closes her eyes and bites her lips as she feels the warm head of his cock touch her lips, then lets out a deep moan as she feels him push forward and enter her.

As soon as the head of his cock is inside of her, she feels his hand on her hip, slowly pulling her closer, sliding his cock deeper and deeper into her body. Her body reacting strongly, flushes her with desire, easing the relentless penetration of her sex. She hears a deep grunt as his pelvis touches her cheeks and she knows he is as deep inside of her as he can and quietly, biting her lips hard, she waits for his next move. She grips the stone wall tighter as she feels his grip on her body relax and his cock slowly slide back out of her channel.

Unprepared her body is jolted forward when he suddely plunges into her, pushing his hard shaft deep into her in a single, fluent push. She arches her back, lifts her head and lets out a cry of pleasure and enjoyable pain as he pins her down on his cock. He grabs her hair again, pulling on it firmly to keep her back arched and her body forced hard into him. Keeping her in this position, he starts to move his hips more fluently, starting a slow, steady rhythm, pushing his member into her as deep as the position allows.

She feels like jelly in his arms, completely surrendering to his powerful thrusts, letting her body fill with the intensity and suddenness of the moment. Unable to withstand the call of her arousal, she keeps her back arched and receives his powerful thrusts. Her hips start swaying automatically as she connects to his rhythm, empowering the sensations of his shaft moving in and out of her sex, quickly rushed forward to a peak in her arousal. She starts panting, chanting his name as she feels the intensity of his thrusts increase. His grip gets stronger, annoucing his coming orgasm and she forces herself to buck back at him.

The sound of their bodies connecting starts to echo off the walls of the enclosed terrace and their movements start to become frantic. She hears his breath start to quicken, his thrust becoming irregular and fierce, his moans becoming louder and she lets her own restraints go. With each push she gets closer to the threshold until his grunts of pleasure push her over the edge. She screams in silence as the waves of orgasm surge through her body, her sex contracting around his twitching member as he unleashes the pressure inside and shoots his semen deep into her body.

His moans are loud but quickly subsides as his body shocks and convulses against her. Her head is leaning forward as she nurtures the deep sense of heat and relief throughout her body, the warmth in her sex, her eyes closed while she tries to catch her breath. She feels his hands slide across her body, crossing over her chest and careful pull her body up. Holding her tight, he leans in and kisses her, warm, soft and loving, his eyes glazed over with a gleam of satisfaction.

She returns his kiss, then smiles against his lips as he feels her slip from her sex, the movement of his body allowing her dress to slip down her thighs.
“Shall we steal a gondola? We’ll never get another chance…”


The End.

                                                   
It was a sweltering Saturday in July. A bronze Dodge Challenger raced down Highway 35 just off the east coast of Texas. Kelly Jones was just a little late for the company picnic at Rockport Beach. His girlfriend sat beside him in sunglasses and her long brown hair pulled into a braid. Miranda, she was called, from a strict Adventist Church family up north.  Reserved and organized, quiet and shy, she was the perfect compliment to Kelly's boisterous nature.

“It is 35 through here.” She simply pointed out. Shouting over the rushing wind going by the convertible.

“Those are just suggestions in Texas, babygirl.” He shook his head.

“What do they suggest when there's a cop behind you?” She asked.

Kelly did glance in his rear view mirror, then smiled at Miranda “Ah, good one. You're learning, babygirl.”

Kelly often teased that she had no sense of fun and that was why fate brought them together. Miranda would retort that his finances were a mess and he was lucky she was an accountant.

The turn was finally coming up, but Kelly barely slowed down to veer into the park road. Then he spun the Challenger around the next turn and into the beach parking lot and slammed it into the nearest empty space.  Miranda held tight to the windshield support, and kept herself from flying forward when he stopped. She turned and glared at him through her sunglasses.

“Why do you drive like that? You're going to kill me.” She said very seriously.

Kelly gave his boyish smile that nearly reached his slightly graying temples. “I would rather die than hurt you, babygirl.” and he leaned in and stole a quick kiss like a bandit.

To say Kelly was a rogue would be like saying Shakespeare was an OK writer. But he charmed his way into Miranda's life and now owned her heart. She was straight laced and demure but he had saw something in her and wanted it, and what Kelly wants he usually gets.

“Will I even know anyone at this party?” She sounded irritated as she got out of the car with her beach bag.

“You know Jim and Chad.” He came around and offered his hand to her.

Miranda stood in a white and blue striped bathing ensemble that had a wrap around skirt and sheer white material at her belly. Kelly had bought it for her at her protest at the Achat outlet. She had never worn a two piece outfit in her life and she felt so revealed, even with the skirt covering her butt. Kelly had embraced her though right in the store and had kissed her deeply until she blushed. 'Never be ashamed of your body,' he had said 'I'm certainly not.'  He always made her feel sexy, especially in those times when she didn't.

Miranda took his hand. “You know I dated one of them.” she reminded him.

“I know.” Kelly was nonchalant. “It's how I found out about you.” He said warmly as they walked to the office beach party.

Miranda talked to a few of Kelly's co-workers and was polite. The smell of grilling burgers and dogs though was smacking her right in the face. She had been a vegetarian since birth because of her religious upbringing but found later that meat made her sick, even fish gave her tummy problems. She quietly excused herself and laid down on her beach blanket that she had placed upwind. She tried to read an expense report from her bag until Kelly's  broad shouldered form cast a shadow across her.

“Come on, let's go swim.” he smiled as always.

Wearing baggy red trunks he took the papers with one hand and reached for her other.

“I need to get that done.” She protested.

“No. you need to come play. It's the weekend” Only Kelly could sound insistent about pleasure and Miranda knew to give up.

He pulled her to her feet and she was nearly as tall as him. She unfastened and dropped the skirt, revealing the skimpy bikini bottom. A blue waistband with a white crotch, that she thought barely covered anything. Miranda was thick, but in all the places that Kelly liked them thick. He pulled her along towards the gently crashing surf. The moment he reached the water he just had to swoop down and cupping his hand, splash his large chested girlfriend.

“You Bastard.” She said, but she was smiling and kicked water up at him.

Other couples and families were in the water, mostly playing in the shallows. Miranda went chasing after Kelly who just laughed as she jiggled towards him. He let her catch him but he also let her weight collide into him, so that he wrapped his arms around her as he fell backwards and she landed on top of him in the still knee deep water. The look of shock on her face was priceless to him as they fell together like a chopped down tree.

“YOU!” She said with wet hair and lashes now, but her fury was fake and Kelly kissed her deeply.

“Stop, not here.” Miranda softly protested. “There's kids.”

Kelly laughed at her. “You don't think their parents kiss?”

Miranda looked around, a few people looked at them but most were ignoring them. So she hesitantly kissed him back. Kelly the prankster roughly rolled them over but never broke the kiss. Miranda started thrashing under him until he let her up. Both their heads were under water but he wasn't going to let her drown.

“Sometimes you're MEAN!” She scolded him as she wiped the water from her face as they both sat in the surf now.

“Ah, babygirl, I was playing.” Kelly scooted closer along side of her. “I was playing” He repeated and turned her chin towards him to softly kiss her. “You know Daddy loves you.”

Even though they were only five years apart Kelly's pet name for her was “babygirl” and Miranda called him “Daddy” ever since one night he insisted  she do so or he wouldn't let her cum. He had her up on the heat register in her apartment with his mouth on her throat and two fingers deep inside her. She was so near the edge and just waiting for him to push her off, when suddenly he stopped and leaned his mouth up to her ear.

“Say, please daddy.” He whispered.

She shook her head, refusing. “Just make me cum...” She said with urgency.

“Say, please Daddy” He emphasized it as the important word.

“I can't.” she whined and wouldn't meet his gaze.

But he lifted her chin to meet her eyes. “It's just us, babygirl,” He said seriously, “Even in the most crowded street, it's Daddy and babygirl.” He said sincerely. “Just us.”

His eyes could look into her soul when he wanted them to, and he wasn't asking much, she decided.

The words came out quietly, “Please, Daddy. Make me cum?” She asked like he wanted.

Kelly smiled and made her cum many times that night.


Miranda got up and waded slowly towards deeper water without responding to his admittance of love. She could play too and right now, she wanted to be chased. With chin down, she looked over her soft round shoulder at him with “come get me” eyes. Kelly knew the game and popped to his feet with a smile and began the pursuit.

 Miranda started to run as best as she could through the deepening water and the incoming waves. Kelly had dove forward the moment he felt the resistance was to much and by swimming he was actually catching her. Miranda looked back and gave a loud squeal and giggle as his hand nearly brushed her leg. She dove in as a last ditch effort to get away, but that was never the goal anyway.

Kelly dove under to get a leg and pulled her to him. Miranda yelled as she was captured, but was soon laughing as he came up and she was in his arms. The water was at their shoulders and Kelly held her tight to him.

“I got you, babygirl.” He said with mock fierceness.

“Really? Maybe I got you.” Miranda said playfully and wrapped her legs around him, making him hold them both up. She dangled her arms around his shoulders and kissed him.

Kelly pressed his tongue to her ruby lips until she opened up for him. The moment she did he hungrily snaked his tongue inside and tilted his head for a deeper kiss. Miranda grabbed his head and held  him to her  as she tasted him. She purred in his arms and he growled in her mouth as their tongues danced. Under the water, his hands roamed her round ass.  He squeezed it hard and then let his fingers slide at the crack and finally under and along her cloth covered lips.

Miranda broke the kiss, her mouth in an “O” of surprise. “Daddy...” she whispered in shock and her eyes darted around.

Kelly chuckled and kissed her nose. “Nobody can see, babygirl.” but to make her comfortable he walked out further with her legs still wrapped around him, until the water was just at their necks.

Miranda wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Soft sweet kisses, over and over. Kelly ran his fingers under her again, grazing along the pussy lips under the bikini bottom. Her intake of breath told him he was in the right spot. Miranda hugged him tight and he could feel her hardened nipples pushed into his chest. Exciting her excited him. He loved to tease her and play with her and he adored the way she would quietly cum. His babygirl was raised that sex was dirty. Kelly was teaching her that it is when it's done right.

Kelly's fingers slide inside the crotch this time and rubbed right on her little pussy.

Miranda broke the kiss again with an intake of breath but this time giggled with her forehead against his. “Daddy...”, she purred.

“You love it, don't you, babygirl?” And he pushed his head into her neck as his fingers rubbed her hole.

Miranda held his head to her throat. She could feel his teeth scrape her flesh then his lips would smooth over that. She tried to quietly moan but lost that battle when a finger slipped inside her.

“Shh, hush, babygirl.” he admonished, but he was grinning as he went back to work.

Underwater Miranda's hips were moving as he played with her pussy. The material was pushed to the side and Kelly slid a second finger into her. Miranda threw her mouth over his to muffle her own moan. Since she was clinging to him, Kelly brought his other hand up to heft and hold her heavy tit, massaging the soft flesh and catching the hard nipple in the “V” of his fingers. He pressed into her chest and rolled his palm in a big circle.

Miranda had double D's and when she asked him point blank on one of their first dates if that was all he wanted, Kelly looked her up and down hungrily and said “No, the rest HAS to come with it.” Kelly was always bold, always cocky, she thought. She didn't like him at first, but when he was with her, she felt like she always had his full attention, his eyes were only on her, that breaks through a girls defenses.

“Pull out my cock”

That brought Miranda slamming back to the real world and she looked around nervously. “We're at a beach. There's kids here.” She said through clenched teeth even though nobody was within hearing distance.

“It's just you and me, babygirl. All of them are far away. I already got three fingers inside you, or didn't you notice.” he said teasingly on that last part.

Miranda blushed. “I've never done anything like this.” She confessed.

Kelly stared into her eyes. “I know. That's why I want it.” he put simply.

Miranda bit her lower lip. “What if we get caught?” she said nervously.

“What do you do when you see people having a private moment?”

“I...I would stay away.” She answered honestly.

Kelly nodded and kissed her with a hand behind her head. “Now take out my cock, babygirl.”

Miranda reached down in between them slowly. Kelly could see the nervousness all over her face, but she was doing it anyway. She was still biting her lip but she reached in his trunks and pulled up his all ready stiff member. Miranda stood on her own feet and began stroking him under the water. She pushed the trunks down his hips to get better access. Kelly kissed her lips, her cheek, and moved to her favorite place, her throat. Miranda laid her head back and gave him all.  He nibbled her as she jerked his throbbing cock beneath the waves. His hand pushed at her bikini bottom.

“Just take it off” He urged.

“I'll loose it.” She protested with a grin.

“Then hold it to the side.” Kelly picked her up again.

“What are you doing?” She said nervously, but she still held the material to the side.

Kelly held his cock and slid it along her lips until she groaned. Miranda looked in his eyes. She saw how he hungered for her. She knew she was his world right now. She pulled the bikini bottoms even further out of the way and gave a nervous nod and a silent “Yes”. Kelly plunged in as best he could. Miranda gasped at the invasion. Although the water was wet, it didn't lubricate. Kelly worked hard under the surface to nestle just part of his dick inside of her. But once it was they clung to each other. One hand was under her big ass and the other held her to him. Miranda was wrapped around her lover, her chin on his shoulder and her lips by his ear.

“Slow, Daddy, slow” She whispered in his ear.

“Does it hurt, babygirl?”

“I'm OK, just go slow, Daddy.” She could feel his cock pulse inside her and she squeezed it and hugged her pussy around it.

“Just you and me, babygirl.” He reminded her and started walking slowly.

Impaled on his hard rod, each foot step was a little shudder, a little jolt.  Miranda moved her hips and tried to grind on his cock. She looked up to the shore behind them and they all seemed far far away. She closed her eyes dreamily and rode her man. It was just them, tightly embraced, until they were one, connected as a man and women were meant to be. Kelly nuzzled into her neck and she sighed into his ear. He pushed into her with just short little strokes.

“Take me deeper, Daddy?” She requested.

“Any deeper and we'll be over our head.”
 
She leaned back and smiled at him sweetly. “I didn't mean the water, Daddy.”

Kelly gave a sly grin. “Lift your knees as best you can, babygirl.”

With her hands locked behind his neck and his hands holding her ass, Miranda had her knees up to his chest. Kelly could get all his cock inside and his balls mashed to her butthole. Still it was short strokes because the water would wash her juices away, but Kelly fucked her. He drove his cock home every time. Miranda was purring with her head barely out of the water. She felt all of him inside her, every inch of him was hers. Quietly she moaned. His cock slide in and out. It rubbed her upper wall and moved against her “G” spot. It was a wonderful slow build. Her toes were curling and her back wanted to arch. Her lover moved his hands up and lifted her a little from the water.

“Oh, My Daddy, my Daddy” she sang his praises quietly.

Kelly leaned forward and kissed between her boobs. “Get all you need, babygirl.” He told her.

He could feel her clenching, Her pussy gripped his tool. “babygirl” was cumming, quietly like she does. He would get her to scream one day, but not today. Today she was perfect, a purring kitten in his arms. Her bottom ground against him beneath the surface, working his cock as deep as it would possibly go. He put a thumb to her clit and rubbed and Miranda arched so much her head nearly went under water, but she came again with just a quiet intake of breath. Slowly she relaxed and Kelly pulled her up to him. She wrapped one arm around his neck and kissed him deeply, breathlessly.

Kelly put himself between her and the shore, and he began to FUCK her, moving her up and down as best he could. She moaned into his mouth. He wanted to cum in her and she wanted his cum. It hurt a little, and she would pay later from the friction, but she didn't care at this point. She wrapped her fingers in his hair and put her forehead to his.

“Get it, Daddy. Take your girl. Take all you want.” she whispered desperately.

“Just you, babygirl. Its all I want.” He growled.

His cock pistoned now in and out of her. They tried not to bob in the water, but they were fucking under the surface. His hands gripped her thick hips and he used them to move her up and down on his curved tool. She could feel it, he was close. His cock was like iron and his breathing was fast. She could feel that cock swell. Kelly's lips were in a snarl, so instead of kissing him she put her lips straight to his ear.

“Cum” was all she pleaded in her soft cry.

He exploded inside of her. He fought the urge to yell, to scream, to roar his triumph, but his back seethed and his cock still pumped inside her.  He held her as if the world was ending. Gently she smoothed the back of his head and clung to him. She kissed his ear. She said nothing. He said nothing. It was just them, and nothing needed to be said.

They came slowly out of the water hand in hand, smiling at each other, walking towards their group from the office. Jim stood at the front of the group on a dune with binoculars around his neck, and Kelly excused himself to talk to his friend.

He gave Jim that wry smile of his and then pulled up beside him so no one else could here. “I hope you liked it.” Kelly accused, flicking at the binoculars. “But honestly, you should have never let her go. There is a sweet tigress behind that kitten purr. But maybe,” He paused “you were never man enough to take care of her anyway.” He patted Jim on the chest and loudly said, “See ya, pal.”  And he walked over to his lady.


THE END

                                               
                                              

Every year i always try to visit a Formula 1 race, and over the years if have been experiencing the excitement of the races on several tracks all over Europe, and i always came back home a happy man. I never forget the first time i walked up the famous Eau Rouge corner at Spa Francochamps on the actual track, you never know how steep that hill is before you have seen it yourself.

This year though i had saved some more cash and i was going to the mother of all Grand Prix's the one in Monaco. I could not imagine how it would be like to see F1 cars race to the narrow streets of the Principality with speeds round 200 Km per hour.

As i arrived on Wednesday before the race the place was humming with excitement of the days to come. I checked into my hotel in the afternoon and went searching for a local watering hole, but all the places i visited i got a shock. Prizes where very high and i did not want to spent all my cash the first night in town. So i did what any normal guy would do and went back to my hotel and got a good night of rest.

Thursday, now this was the day where all the track excitement was starting. There would be practice sessions for the Formula 1 and 2 and also the Porsche Cup and in the afternoon the first Formula 2 race. I enjoyed myself all-day long at my place at the grandstands, only leaving them for a little "pit stop", and after all track action stopped i walked back to my hotel for dinner with some other guys i met that day.

Friday. Friday is a strange day for the F1 in Monaco as this would the day for practice sessions on any other circuit but on in Monaco that was yesterday, so on Friday there is not much to do. I decided to go and do some site-seeing, and as everything in this small Princedom, you could do anything in walking distance. I would follow the track and look at all the famous places there are. At the start-finish line i passed the royal lodge where Prince Albert and his wife would be sitting on Sunday and further up the hill till i reached Casino Square. As i arrived there the track, which is open to normal road traffic on Friday was filled with the most exotic cars i had ever seen, Ferrari's, Lamborghini's, Austin Martin's, you name it and it was there. Following the track i reached the famous Harbor with all those big yachts in them. Now this is more a place for me i thought when i walked along the dockside looking at all those lovely ladies in small bikinis. This is a place i want to spend more time. But then it started to rain and would you know it, all the girls were gone, so i ended up going back to my hotel soaking wet from the rain.

Saturday had come and it was still raining, so i grabbed my poncho before i went to the track to watch another day of racing by lower classes and the Qualifying sessions for the formula one, as i had a good seat on the grandstand with the view on a big screen i would not miss any action going on at the track. During the last practice session there was some excitement when a driver crashed his Ferrari into the barriers and a Lotus driver did the same, but at the end of the day the two Mercedes drivers where both on the first two starting positions.

It had dried up during qualifying and i still had not seen the action on the harbor that well so i went back there. Just as i thought, now that the sun was back, so where the ladies in those tiny pieces of cloth. I was all getting warm so i took off my shirt and i was happy that i did not have a beer belly but a nice six-pack. As i strolled along the dock-side some lady's came off a smaller yacht, they were looking at me and started to giggle. Although they were dressed in some nice dresses and not bikini's i could tell they were very nicely build. As they kept smiling at me i walked up to them and asked what the fuzz was all about. One of them told me she was amazed by how good i looked in those plain clothes and asked why i was better dressed and on one of the other yachts. I thanked her for her compliment and told her she and her friend where not bad looking themselves, and as she smiled when heard that, i explained that i was not some rich boy that could afford to have designer's clothes or a yacht, but that i always take good care of my body.

The girls turned their heads to each other and start whispering into each other's ears and during that they also kept looking me up and down. Then the first asked me how i would like it to watch the race from a yacht. I smiled and said, "are you kidding me, you know i would love that".

 Then she said with a smile "No I'm not kidding we both like to invite you on board for tomorrow and watch the race with us, you seem like an expert to me and we can use that."

"But what about the owner" i asked. She smiled and said "He is my father and he has to leave for important business in the morning, so no worries about that".

I smiled and told her i would love to join them on their yacht. Then she told me to meet her on this place at 1 in the afternoon because after that i would not have the chance to get on board as the yachts are pulled back 20 meters from the side for safety. I smiled again and assured her i would be there.

On my way back i thought, boy they were just pulling your leg, you can't be that lucky, but then again if i don't go and it is true i can live with myself, and 1 in the afternoon is early enough to get back to my seat before the race starts, so yes I'm going to be sure I'll be there.

The next day i could not wait for it to become time for me to leave to the dockside, the morning was creeping along and finally it was time to get going. Just to be sure i grabbed the things i would need when they stood me up and i still had to go to my place at the grandstands. I arrived more then on time at the harbor to see an older man leaving the yacht the girls where on and stepping in to a car. Then the daughter came down the gangway and started to look around. As i approached she waved at me and smiled. She pulled me up the gangway and said "you are just on time, they're going to pull us back soon". All i could do was smile and think, yes I'm in heaven.

As we arrived on board i took a better look at her. She was wearing a bikini top and some piece of matching cloth was wrapped around her waist. Then her friend appeared from inside the yacht, dressed in the same way. "Let me introduce us" she said "This is Carmen and I'm Beatrice, but you can call me Bea or B for short". I told the ladies my name was Frank and that i was delighted to be on board. At that moment the port authorities took away that gangway and pulled the yacht back, away from the dockside.

"Let me give you a quick tour now that we have the place to our own, and before the race starts" said Bea. As i followed the ladies inside is was stunned by the looks of their behinds more then the looks of the yacht. It was a nice boat, not as big as the ones at the other side of the harbor but still a good size. As you came in there was a bar left from the door and in front of that a nice comfy sofa. Along both sides there where low cabinets with on either side of another sofa. There where statues on top of the cabinets, a nude male on the right and a nude girl on the left. To the front of the yacht was a table with some chairs and on the right was a spiraling stairs leading to an upper deck. "This is the Salon on the main deck "Bea said "but we will be going one deck up to have a better view". I smiled as i said "Ladies first" and pointed at the stairs, knowing it would give me a great view from behind both girls.

Carmen was a blond girl mid twenty's with a round figure, not as skinny as those you see modeling but not fat either. Bea was around the same age, red hair, and her behind was a little bigger and her boobs also, although she had a small waist line. As i watched them go up the stairs i noticed something else. Bea was not her bikini bottom underneath that cloth and a got a great view on a freshly shaved pussy when i followed her to the upper deck.

This upper deck was a little shorter the one below, in front was the separated bridge and behind that was a sitting area with a open roof, with some sofa's to the side and a table in the middle. Further aft was a small sundeck with a whirlpool in the middle and some sun beds to the side. This was the area where the girls where leading me.

"Take of that shirt" said Bea when we came to the sundeck "The weather is much too nice to keep that one". I just smiled and pulled my shirt over my head and took the drink Carmen held out to me. Sipping my glass i walked to the edge of the deck. What a great view of the track i got here, i could see a part of the track and also a big screen behind it so you could follow the things that where happing at other places on the track.

I heard some noise coming from left and right and as i looked i saw other yachts beside us with people on them having a good time. Some man waved at me and i waved back with the glass in my hand. Then i felt two hands on my naked chest, it was Carmen who was standing behind me.

"Say baby why don't we get comfy in the pool, it's far more relaxed then standing here" she whispered in my ear.
"But i don't have any swimming clothes with me" i said.
"That's no problem baby, because we just love skinny dipping" she replied to me

I started to turn around to look her in the face and said "But what about the other people". Just to notice when i finished my turning she was already naked.

"We don't care what other people think, and i hope you are not shy too" said Bea, she was also naked and was just stepping in the pool. Before i could answer i felt Carmen's hands going to my middle and opening my pants, then she pulled them down. I just stood there not realizing what was happing when she grabbed my boxers.

"Now let's see what big surprise you keep in here", and my boxers went the same way as my pants. With both tied up round my ankles, i tried to step in the direction of the pool but slipped and my glass went overboard and was hitting the yacht next to us. If we were not noticed by now, I'm sure we would get some attention. But when i looked up all i saw was some man with their thumbs up and both girls giggling.

"Let me help you" said Carmen as she bended forward to pull my shoes and clothing off. Finally it was all off and Carmen helped me up, then she turned around and walked to the pool wiggling he perfect naked ass. With one big step i catches up to her and while i tapped on one of her cheeks with my hand i said "You two are very naughty girls"

                                                  
Carmen just smiled as she felt my hand and with hers she grabbed my cock. Gripping it firmly she pulled me with her into the pool to join Bea. As you could imagine her hand there was getting some reaction as my thing was growing in her hands.

"Hello tiger" said Bea with a smile when i entered the pool and saw what was growing in Carmen's hands. She stood up to kiss me and when her lips touched mine she forced her tongue inside my mouth.

"Hold on lady's, the whole world can see us here" , as i remembered that i did saw myself earlier on that big screen across the track when i came on to the sundeck.

"Who cares", Carmen replied as she let go of my now fully grown cock with her hand. Then both the girls kneeled down on either side of it and started both to kiss my manhood.

There i stood on board of a yacht in the middle of the Monaco harbor during the Grand Prix with two beautiful girls playing with my "long john" for the whole world to see, at that moment i forgot all my shyness and gave myself up to the treatment the girls where giving me.

It seemed like Carmen and Bea had done this before, when one was licking up the other was going down. Bea was on the down part and when she got below she sucked my balls right into her mouth before letting them slip out one at a time. Carmen was taking care of the top side, teasing with her tongue round the edge of the head. Then she took it deep into her mouth before she was slowly letting it slip out while she was sucking on it hard. When she stopped she giggled to Bea and started to go down while Bea was going up, and the whole thing was started again only now with the girls at the opposite ends. They kept switching several times and all i could do was stand there in the middle of the pool and enjoy myself.

When the next loop had stopped, Bea stood up and smiled, and then she said to me "I think you would love to have a taste of me too."

Before i could even answer Carmen replied "You know i will, and he can have a taste of me."

Bea sat down on the edge of the pool her legs open wide so she would give easy access to Carmen to lick her. Carmen pushed me down in front of Bea so i could sit and lick her while she was bending over to lick Bea. As i tilted my head to get my tongue between Carmen's legs i heard Bea starting to moan, but i did not pay attention to that as my tongue got its first taste of Carmen.

Slowly the tip of my tongue run between her soft lips till it reached her clit. She shivered when i touched it and moaned as i let my tongue twirl around it. Letting my tongue go crazy by alternately flicking it left to right, up and down and circling around it noticed it was getting bigger. I kept licking while i let a finger run between her labia. As i entered the soft cavity that i found between it i heard more moaning cumming from above me. I kept my tongue busy and wiggled my finger deeper into her.

She was very wet inside and it could not have been the pool as her pussy was out of the water. It encouraged me to put a second finger in now that she was opening up. Double finger fucking her pussy and licking her clit made her moan even louder. As i kept increasing the pace of my hand she stood up, forgetting about Bea's pussy and told me to keep going. I curved my fingers to the right spot inside her and moved even faster. With a load scream that must have been heard on the neighboring yachts, Carmen let herself go and squirted a big splash of juice in my face. I pulled my fingers back and stuck my tongue deep in to keep her going and drank all the juices she was giving me.

"Who baby" said Bea "I have never seen her do that before, you must be good. In fact you must be so good that i want it too."

Carmen was still shivering and gasping for air when i turned around and faced that might good looking pussy that Bea was showing me. Again i started slowly on the ladies clit and worked my way up like before with Carmen, and soon Bea was gushing her fluids too, but this time i did not stick my head in to drink her, but start slapping her pussy with my fingers to keep her going. Her juices where flying everywhere and both me and Carmen got showered in them.

"Oh my god, if he can only do that with his tongue and fingers i wonder what he can do with that rod between his legs. Come her baby, let me sit on it." As it seemed Carmen had caught her breath back and now was anxious to get my cock between her legs.

The race must have started as i heard the cars go bye in the background, but i had forgot all that as i stepped out of the pool, leading both ladies to the much comfier sun bed to continue our sinful escapades. I did not care anymore about the race or people seeing me, these girls had me in there power and i would do anything to keep me there.

Arriving at the sun bed i laid down on it. Carmen rushed in and pushed Bea out of the way while she stepped over me and the chair and set herself down on top of my cock with her legs on either side and her back to me.

"Ladies, Ladies" i said "there is enough of me for you both" as i felt Carmen's pussy getting a grip on my cock. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her back onto me as she started moving her hips in a circular motion. I felt my cock slide in and out while i turned her head to kiss her. While our tongues danced inside our mouths i felt something else was going on between my legs. It was Bea she was alternately sucking on my balls and licking Carmen's clit while she was riding me.

I felt a warm wet wave surrounding my cock when Carmen got to a high point and after that she let my hard rod slip out her pussy to give Bea the chance to ride me. Bea hopped right on and started to ride like crazy, she must have been wanted it so bad, she kept moving faster and faster. With Carmen encouraging her to keep going. Bea bend forward to kiss me while she was riding and i grabbed her nipple to pinch them, then Carmen pulled Bea back to kiss her too. Feeling the wetness and hearing the moans i noticed Bea was getting close and just when she came she let my cock slide out and a warm gush of her wetness squirted in my face witch made Carmen dive in to lick it off, as i joined in with my tongue and our tongues started dancing i felt Bea moving back in to ride me.

But this time it did not felt the same, somehow the texture of her inner walls felt different and it was much tighter, as she moaned loudly both me and Carmen stopped kissing and looked at her, and just as i expected she had switched holes and my cock was deep into het butthole.

"You naughty girl" Carmen said to her "You never told me you like it up that hole as well".

"Oooh yes i do" Bea moaned loudly "But i never had something this big in there, but i love every inch of it"

Sliding up and down with my cock in her ass made me go crazy but i noticed Carmen was getting jealous as she was putting some fingers in her butthole too and winking me she wanted the same feeling.

I could not resist that so i slipped out of Bea's ass and told both to bend over the railing. Moving behind Carmen she was spreading her cheeks and winking me with that little star. I rested the head at its opening and before i had the chance to slowly enter it, Carmen pushed back so it went straight deep in. She moaned loudly of pleasure and pain, so load that the people on the next boat turned their heads.

I saw beer bottles held up high from the guy's to encourage me to keep going. I did not need that as i fucked Carmen hard up her ass. Then i stepped away to give Bea the same treat. Both girls where moaning load when fucked and begging to come back when it was the others turn.

I kept switching between the girls, their bodies hanging over the railing with their boobs swinging over the water. In the background i heard the people on the next boat cheering us on but i did not pay any attention to that as i switched back and forth between Carmen and Bea's now gaping buttholes.

With some more deep strokes deep inside Carmen i felt her shaking and moaning loud as she started cumming wildly over balls and legs with my cock deep in that back door. As i slipped out and went back to Bea, Carmen just smiled at me. I knew Bea was getting close too, and not much later i got another wet sensation covering my body.

The girls both pushed me back to the sun bed and down onto it, and both started licking and sucking my cock and balls in turn. After being used that much it was not taking long before i exploded in ecstasy and my sperm was flying around, landing on both of them before Carmen started sucking to get the last drop out.

The girls got up and guided me back to the pool where it all started.

"Here boy" Carmen said when she handed me a glass of champagne "Sit down and relax a bit, you know you deserve it after doing such a great job". Sitting in between both girls i relaxed as i nipped from the champagne. In the background i heard the sound of the German national anthem, the race was over and i did not see anything of it, but who cares.

Not much later the people from the harbor came to push the boat back to the dockside.

"You have to go now" Carmen said "My dad will be coming back soon".

So i grabbed my clothes and put them back on. The girls did the same and then guided me back down and to the boardwalk. Bea and Carmen both gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks for the wonderful time" Carmen said as i stepped off the yacht. It was no moment too soon as i noticed her dad's car approaching. I waved to both girls as i walked along the dockside. As i passed the next yacht the guys onboard started cheering to me and as i looked up i waved as i passed them by, i think they enjoined watching but who knows.

Back in my hotel room i took a long shower and then turned on the television to watch the replay of the race. It would have been funny as i got back to work the next week and not knowing who had won the Grand Prix with me attending there. As it seems Nico Rosberg had won after he had leaded the race from the start, but i know for sure i was happier at this Grand Prix then he was.

THE END